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ludicdoll · 3 months

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𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐔𝐏 — farleigh start ☆

pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader

warnings: farleigh being a little bitch, cussing, smut, eating u out like chinese takeout, a little banter, lowkey enemies to lovers type of thing

synopsis: you spend your first few days of summer at the saltburn estate. luckily for you, farleigh doesn’t seem to like you that much.

a/n: working on a few requests rnnn send in some moree!! this is for my stinkabutt @uch3na

you spread out on the lounge chair, silently sun bathing as you ponder at a magazine. you watch as felix and farleigh swim around in the vast pond. you turn your head over to venetia, smoking in front of you. she’s laid out with a towel underneath her, looking very intrigued with what she’s reading. you had been friends with her for a while now, and to your surprise, she had invited you to spend the summer at the saltburn estate. she had to convince you for weeks until you said finally said yes. you close your eyes, breathing in the fresh summer air. suddenly, you feel a giant wave of water drenching you. you yelp, immediately sitting up to see venetia quickly running back.

“what the fuck?” venetia yells out. the two boys laugh to themselves, a satisfied look on farleigh’s face. “you’re such an ass!” she grabs her stuff hastily as she sets her stuff back down elsewhere. you roll your eyes when you see farleigh waving his fingers at you mockingly.

you flip over your towel, placing on your shades before laying back down. after a while, you hear the sound of water sloshing around. farleigh gets out of the water, grabbing his towel from the grass. you watch as he pats himself down before joining you on the lounge chair next to you. he reaches over to the table, lighting up a cigarette. you hear him sigh in relief as he adjusts himself in the chair. “slutty bikini,” he mumbles under his breath. you turn, lifting your sunglasses up to get a better view of his face, “excuse you?” he turns back, his hand reaching out to you, another cigar between his fingers. he’s offering you one. you shake your head roughly, “i don’t smoke.” you reply. he scoffs, you can tell he’s rolling his eyes behind those sunglasses. “of course you don’t,” he murmured as he places the cigarette back in the pack.

“it’s harmful,” you start, “i’m trying to keep my body clean.” he almost laughs in your face when you finish your sentence. “yea, well you drink like a sailor.” you turn to him, scowling. “you run through ten packs of cigs each day.” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “so? you’re the one that drinks away all of your problems.” he grumbled. you sit up, almost offended at his snarky remark. “oh c’mon, farleigh calm down.” felix intervenes. you lean back into your chair, crossing your arms. felix gets off the floatie in the water, walking over to you two. he stops abruptly, taking a sip from the cold lemonade on the table before placing his hands on his hips. felix turns his head back and forth to you and farleigh, a frown on his face. “this doesn’t sound like harmless banter anymore.” he says. farleigh shrugs, avoiding eye contact. “let it rest.” felix directs to farleigh before jumping back into the water. you huff in frustration, ignoring farleigh muttering quiet insults towards you.

you stir your soup with your spoon, glancing around occasionally to everyone else at the dinner table. you were surprised to see that everyone was almost halfway finished with their food, venetia on the other hand was just staring down at her bowl. “dear, aren’t you going to eat?” elspeth asks with a motherly smile on her face, you look over to her end of the table, nervously biting your bottom lip. to be frank, the soup was disgusting. you didn’t know what it was, but it was gross. “i happen to have an upset stomach tonight, im sorry.” you reply. “really?” farleigh buds in. “you seemed to be perfectly fine during brunch.” he says while slurping the soup into his mouth. you see venetia roll her eyes at him. elspeth turns back at you, almost like she was waiting for an answer. you furrow your brows at farleigh, pissed with his childish behavior.

“maybe i’ve gotten a stomach bug.” you say to elspeth with a smile. she nods before going back to her food. felix stares at farleigh, almost like he was communicating with his eyes. whatever it was, farleigh had stayed quiet for the entirety of the meal. after dinner — everyone said goodnight, then went their separate ways to their bedrooms. you walk up to your guest bedroom, undressing yourself from the fancy dress you were forced to put on for dinner into your night gown. you make your way to the bathroom, brushing your teeth. coincidentally, your bedroom was right next to farleigh’s. due to your rooms being so close, you could hear farleigh blasting music. you groan, spitting out your toothpaste and jumping back in bed.

you stare up at the ceiling, trying to ignore farleigh’s music through the walls. after a few minutes, you turn to your side, covering your ears with the pillow — still, nothing worked to muffle the sounds. you sit up, throwing your legs over the bed and walking down the hall to farleigh’s room. you don’t bother knocking, just barging in. farleigh’s in bed, an arm behind his head while the other was flipping through a magazine. you turn a knob on his radio, the volume lowers. you clear your throat, arms crossed. annoyed, farleigh drops his magazine into his lap, looking over at you in his doorway. he sits up, leaning back on the palm of his hands. he tilts his head to the side, raising a brow.

“what the fuck is your problem, why are you still up at this hour?” you whisper-yell. he rolls his eyes, looking into his lap. “are you trying to piss me off?” you push again, “you know, people are trying to sleep.” farleigh scoffs, lulling his head back. “and? this isn’t your home.” he snaps back. you stretch out your arms before they fall to your side. “this isn’t yours either, more like a personal fucking playground.” you reply. “you keep trying to start shit with me ever since i got here.” he straightens up, acting intrigued in what you had to say. “you know, i don’t understand why venetia likes you so much. i can see right through you.”

you widen your eyes, almost laughing at his response. “yea? i’m just trying to have a good summer, and i don’t give a shit what you think. you need to lay off, it’s getting annoying.” your hands settle on your hips. he glares at you in silence, an irritated look on his face. “if you don’t give a shit, why are you in my room?” he says with an arrogant smirk on his face. you stutter, trying to think of something to say. “because you’re blasting your music at twelve in the fucking morning.” you point to his radio, crossing your arms back in front of your chest. “keep it down, and maybe i won’t bother you.”

“i find that hard to believe.” farleigh breathes out as he picks up the magazine again. he start flipping through the pages like he’s reading, occasionally looking over at you with that same smug look. you stomp closer to the end of his bed, pointing an accusing finger at him. “i swear, if you keep pulling this bullshit with me, i’m gonna make sure the remainder of your summer goes to shit.” you threaten, he doesn’t react, only looking up at you with an amused expression. he closes the magazine before sliding off the bed and walking towards you. you step back as he gets closer, his height towering over you. you swallow, a nervous knot forming in your stomach. “you’re not gonna do anything.” he breathes out.

your only a few inches away from his face when you feel a hand travel up to the back of your neck, his lips grazing over yours. the sudden movement causes you to whimper. he looks down at you, his eyes filled with passion. his hands find their way to your waist. he pushes you against the closed door — kissing your neck. you moan, rolling your head back. “i fucking hate you,” you whisper. “i know,” he says while his hand gropes your breasts. the ache between your legs spreads throughout your body like a fever, and farleigh could sense it. he plays around with the lace hem of your panties, his breath brushing up against your ear.

you groan, grabbing at his hand. “stop doing that.” you whimper, “stop doing what?” he asks smugly. you stay quiet — realizing he’s amused by your slight whining. he flashes a smirk at you, his fingers making their way to your pussy. farleigh kisses down your chest, you feel himself grind against your stomach while his fingers spread you out. you bite back a moan when farleigh ghosts past your clit, teasing you. he watches your face closely as he slides his fingers inside of you slowly. your knees feel weak, trembling under his touch. “if you hate me so much, why are you soaked?” he questions. you avoid his question while looking away. he tilts his head the to side to kiss you, his fingers sliding in and out of you.

“fuck, farleigh.” you moan softly trying to keep your voice down so the whole family doesn’t hear you. farleigh rubs circles over your clit, his eyes locked onto you. he keeps his pace slow and deliberate — almost like he was mocking you. he liked keeping you on your toes, constantly needing all of him. “how long have you pretended to hate me, huh?” he groans out as you squirm. you roll your eyes from the pleasure, but also from his conceited question. “shut up.” he laughs, shrugging before going in to kiss your parted lips. he pulls his fingers out, the wet squelching sounds making you slightly embarrassed. he ghosts his thumb over your clit again, smirking. “c’mere,” he mutters as he softly tugs you close to the bed.

you lay down on the comforter, your legs handing off the edge of the bed. you watch as he kneels down, kissing up from your calves to your thighs carefully. the tension in the room is heavy, thick with desire and lust. he kisses the inner part of your thigh before moving his lips closer to your clothed pussy. you feel him press a kiss on the fabric before he slides them off to your ankles. his face is hidden under your silk dress, but you don’t need to see him to vision his pretty brown eyes looking up at you. he licks at your dripping cunt, lifting your legs up to rest atop his broad shoulders.

his sharp teeth grazes your sensitive flesh, nipping and kissing your thighs until his bite marks sinks into your skin. he’s sloppy, burying his face deep between your legs, and lapping at your clit repeatedly, drooling all over it and groping at your thighs. he clings onto your figure, suffocating himself with your legs and your pretty pussy. “mhm, mmm..” he hums out. farleigh doesn’t wanna breathe, just wants to continue fucking you with his mouth until he makes a mess out of you. he wants you to feel embarrassed and ashamed of letting him do this to you.

farleigh groans under the dress, his cruel tongue swirling over your swollen clit. you curl your toes, biting down on your bottom lip to hide your lewd sighs. he licks a long stripe down your pussy, savoring your taste on his tongue. you tense up when you feel his tongue seeping inside of you. his soft hands come up to grip your skin, his nails digging into the plush of your soft thighs. “just like that,” you arch your back, gripping onto the blanket for dear life. one of his hands come back down to your pussy, his thumb playing around with your clit. you whine at the sensitivity as you start tearing up. you were pissed at yourself for enjoying this moment so much, farleigh was never going to let this night go. he would use this against you in every argument, maybe even blackmail you with this.

his nose presses up against your pussy as he eats you out like a desperate starved man. “farleigh, please, please let me cum — oh fuck!” you moan loudly when his circular motions on your clit intensifies, causing you to beg and cry for that sweet release you wanted so badly. farleigh continues to flick his tongue deep inside of you, your wetness all over his face. you hear him groaning as you realize you’re reaching your peak. your dripping cunt is throbbing in arousal, your hair is a disheveled mess, your night gown has now completely fallen down your shoulders. you arch your back, feeling the sudden ecstasy run through your body like electricity. you sob when you feel yourself squirting all over farleigh’s face, your body jolting up from the sudden pleasure. you shiver, realizing you’re too weak to get up.

farleigh peaks his head up from under your nightgown, his eyes glued onto your pussy dripping with his saliva and your cum. he has a light playful smirk on his face, not too noticeable in the dim atmosphere in his room. you see his spit and your wetness dripping down his chin. he pulls your legs up to your chest, watching as his fingers slide down the folds of your pussy one last time before licking his hands off. your tears are dried on your face, glossy eyes looking up at his large towering figure. farleigh leans down just inches away from your face. “you still hate me now?” he asks.

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byunpum · 1 year

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EXPERIMENT 56 [your time is coming] sequel | PART 2 |

AVATAR MASTERLIST | EXPERIMENT 56 masterlist

PAIR: Neteyam x Human reader. ( a mix of human and Navi )

Other pairs: Quaritch x reader (platonic) , sully fam x reader.

SUMMARY: Y/N thinks she has a peaceful life with her new family. But a sudden visitor is about to change her life and her family's life.

WARNINGS: 18+, the characters are aged up 20's, a little violence, don't worry no one dies, Y/N and neteyam being parents , Bestie stuff, Family moments,.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Note: I am really enjoying this sequel. I hope you all like it too. Sorry if there are some spelling mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. And remember that the inbox is open, so feel free to leave your request.

Neteyam tried to stay calm. Maybe you had been with loak or spider. Or with some of the men in the human camp area. But the more he analyzed the smell, the less it seemed similar. Neteyam watched as you settled your baby more on your chest, and took a piece of fruit. You were avoiding looking him in the eyes.

"No, it's okay…it's fine. The day was not what I expected" you say, laughing a little to calm neteyam's worries. But you watch as neteyam leans over you, and begins to sniff you. You stand still in your place, neteyam had grown up a lot in this year, he was a whole warrior-navi. So when he lunges at you, his whole body covered you. "Hey… you tickle me" you moan, while neteyam keeps sniffing the side of your neck. He pulls away a little to look you straight in the eyes.

"Were you with another man?" neteyam asks. You move closer and give him a kiss on the lips. "Don't be silly. How do you think I would do something like that" You say, pulling away from neteyam to get up from the ground and carry noah't to his resting area. It was like a nest, which had multiple soft fabrics to make him comfortable. The edges of the nest were high, so that he would not get out at night. This nest was the same one neteyam used as a baby, neytiri had given it to you as a gift. You settled noah't down and gave him a kiss on his forehead. Noah't had grown so fast, he was barely 1 year old and already the size of a 2 year old human. You turn to meet neteyam's piercing gaze.

"Love…do you really think I was with another man?" you ask, crossing your arms across your chest. "It's not that…it's, you smell like another man. And I can't recognize him" neteyam gestures for you to come closer to him. You walk towards him to stand between his legs, and you see how he wraps his hands around you. And he puts his face on your breasts and breathes in a little of your scent. "You are more possessive lately…neteyam" you say, watching as he leaves dispersed kisses between your breasts and chest. His actual behavior was not strange to you. You knew what he wanted, well lately that's what he wants all the time…his mating season is near. And this makes him excited and defensive of any male figure that comes near you. The only ones he accepts to be around you are the men in his family circle. The others, he scares them away from you. You had noticed how he had become more aggressive with his caresses, more needy of your touches and even more submissive to your touch.

You watch as his tail wags from side to side, as his hold becomes tighter. "neteyam…how many days left?" you ask him, as the boy's hands run down your legs, kissing your arms and leaving a few soft bites on your shoulder " 4 days "says neteyam whimpering. You take his face in your hands, to make him look at you. You see how his pupils are dilated, his eyes half closed and his mouth half open. You reach up to caress your nose, with his nose. Causing him to giggle a little. "Do you want me to help you with anything?" you ask, as you feel him pull you into his lap, kissing your lips. You kiss them back, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer to you.

Neteyam moves a little away, to take his queue in his hands, to move it to the front and show it off. You copy his movements, and taking your queue to bring it closer to neteyam's. Sometimes simply this connection was all neteyam needed, even though he was greedy and always wanted double pleasure coming from you. You two bonded, both of you letting out a sigh. As neteyam hugged you, so that you were closer to him. "You are smaller than usual" neteyam moans, as he enjoys the ecstatic feeling of being so close and intimate with you. "You're bigger… that's the problem" you speak, kissing his neck. Rubbing your face over his skin, trying to capture his scent on you. "Problem?" the man says, biting your shoulder. You feel one of his hands hold your hips, pulling you closer to his growing erection.

"I need you so…so much" neteyam pleads with you a little, his ears back, as he feels one of your hands slip past his loincloth. Taking his length in your hand, slowly sliding it down and then up. Watching as neteyam moves underneath you, and bites his lower lip, he was so sensitive these days. That a simple touch, made him unsettled. You follow your movements on his cock, while leaving kisses on his chest, and then on the edge of his jaw. The noises coming out of his mouth, were low and quiet. Not wanting to wake noah't up, almost always your sessions were very quiet. In one swift movement, you feel neteyam remove your hand from his crotch and lift you up with ease.

"Let's go to bed, yes?" he says as he is carrying "hey…watch out. You're going to break it" you reach up to kiss him, as you feel his smile between your lips. Neteyam settles on top of you, taking your thighs between his hands to lift them up, arranging your legs around his waist. It was going to be quite an interesting and fun night. But that didn't take away your concern.

The next morning, you woke up to Noah't crying. He was a very quiet baby, that surprised you a lot. He used to sleep all his night, and get up early in the morning. This was perfect for you and neteyam, it gave you time to be together. But some nights, noah't slept with the two of you. But you were thankful that the night before, noah't was quiet. You get up carefully so as not to wake up neteyam, you move closer and give him a little kiss on his cheek. "So pretty" you say, adjusting some hair strands of your mate's face. -Where are your clothes? you think, as you hurry to calm Noah't down.

"Ma-mama" says noah't, jumping up and down in her nest. "I'm coming honey!!!" you quickly find your loincloth and run to hold noah't. You knew the baby was hungry, because the first thing he did when you picked him up was move closer to your chest. "As soon as you finish eating, let's take a bath, ok?" you stroke your son's hair. Turning your gaze to see neteyam asleep, you take the opportunity to look for various things to bring to your unexpected guests…Quaritch. You knew that all of his clothes were stained and dirty, so you were looking for one that neteyam didn't use. You were folded in a box, looking for clothes that would fit Quaritch, shit…neteyam was a big man. But Quaritch was something else, he was 9 feet tall. You had to look elsewhere. Dad, dad had old clothes…sure he did. "mama…mama" noah't was hugging you by the neck. Looking for your face, to give you a kiss on the cheek. "Honey, wait mommy is looking for something" you are so into the searching. You didn't notice that neteyam was already up. "Love, what are you doing there?" says neteyam lying down from the bed. You look up from the box, getting up and closing the box quickly.

"I was looking for something… but it's not here," you say, moving towards neteyam. "But there's only old stuff in there," says neteyam stretching out, dragging his hand to your waist to pull you closer to him. Quickly noah't jumps on top of his father, neteyam picks him up and settles him on his chest. Stroking his son's back, while still grabbing you around the waist. "Yeah, I know…but I was looking for a top I lost…but never mind" you laugh nervously, leaning in for a kiss. "I'm going to go take a bath with noah't at the lake, do you want to come?" neteyam ascends with his face and gives noah't a kiss on the head. "Well, I'm going to get some things…go get up to go" you pull away, to get everything ready to go to the lake. You had a plan, after arriving from the lake you were going to go get some clothes from your parents' hut and then go to the beach.

You liked to spend this time with your family, since they had arrived and after the whole event of your missing and being pregnant. Jake is still training neteyam to be the new clan leader, it is true that the position was given to another man from the omaticaya clan. But in a few years, he will pass the position to the corresponding heir and that is Neteyam, this meant that the days they shared as a family were limited, he had many responsibilities. So moments like this, in which neteyam was sitting in the lake with noah't in his arms, and see your son so happy. Hugging and playing with his father made you happy. After 1 hour had passed, you returned to the village.

You had noah't hanging on your back, in a sort of carrier. "Well, I'm going to leave you guys…I was supposed to meet loak in the hunting area. Today we are going to help the smaller warriors" says neteyam, getting down from his height to kiss you and noah't. "Perfect, I will visit mom for a while and then go with mo'at. Have a nice day" you say goodbye to neteyam, you watch as he stares at you until you are near the family hut. He used to do that, he wouldn't leave until he saw that you were safe. You enter the hut where you grew up, you noticed that there was no one there so you took the opportunity to look for some old clothes. You left noah't on the floor and started looking in the old box.

Spider went to look for Kiri, so you decided to look for her at home. When he arrived he saw you looking in the box and his nephew on the floor. Spider had earned his role as Noah's uncle. He was careful with him, always looking out for the baby. Neteyam trusted him a lot, as did you. As soon as noah't saw spider, he raised his arms and started to mumble his name. "Spite, spiteee" says noah't. "Hey little buddy, come here!!!" says spider, picking up the baby from the ground. You turn to look quickly. And you see spider already playing with noah't. "Oh it's you!!!" you get up to approach spider. "Is something wrong? You look a bit scared" says spider, you play a bit with your fingers. You had already found an old clothes that your father had saved, it was the perfect size for Quaritch. You knew you would need help and spider was perfect for this plan. In fact, he was the only person you could count on, since he and you were the only ones who had had contact with Quaritch after your liberation. Spider sees how nervous you are.

"Spider…you're my friend, right?" you ask him. Spider laughs, tightening Noah't around his waist." Y/N you know I am…I'm always here to help you" spider speaks. You take a deep breath, this is for the best… if you told neteyam that you had Quaritch sheltered. He wasn't going to accept it, he didn't want you to have contact with that man. He might have helped you, and if he knew noah't…but nothing else. "I have a situation and you're the only one who can help me" you say, as you pack the clothes in your bag at your waist. "I'm all ears" spider listens to you. "I have quaritch sheltered in the beach hut, he's hurt…they tried to kill him and he has nowhere to go" you say quickly. You stand there in silence, while you wait for spider's reaction.

"What? Are you crazy?" spider yells, you throw yourself at him and put your hand over his mask. "Shut up!!!, please…I need your help" you make puppy eyes. You knew spider and Quaritch could never develop their relationship, but at least spider knew of its existence. "I found him yesterday, I need you to help me…I know you two don't get along. But you're the only one who can help me" you say, waving spider's arm from side to side. You can see his frustrated face, he started to walk. "ok, I'm going to help you… but" before spider finishes speaking, you are already hugging him. " AHH noah't, uncle spider is the best" you sing a little, celebrated with your son. "Y/N tell me…how long is this going to continue to help him?" asks spider.

"I don't know…I haven't thought about it yet. I don't even know if I'm doing the right thing." You speak, spider hugs you again. "You're a good person," says spider. At that moment jake enters the hut, he had a basket full of some kind of bread and some fruits. "ohh you guys are here….and look who's there, the most beautiful baby of pandora" jake drops the basket on the floor and takes Noah't from spider's arms. "You are such a precious baby" jake says, placing kisses on his grandson's stomach. It was ridiculous to see him like that, he was melting for his grandson. You look at the basket, could you take some bread and fruit. "Dad, can I take some of this?" you point to the basket, already taking a few things. "Sure sweetie, take whatever you want" jake says, playing with noah't.

"So what were you two doing?" jake looks at spider, he was asking because when he walked in he saw the hug you two were giving each other. And it wasn't that you two weren't showing affection, but you were his oldest son's mate. And he knew how neteyam got when another man was near you and more so in this season. "nothing…we were just hugging, dad" you give him a disapproving look, you know what he's insinuating. Spider gets nervous, he's always looking for jake's approval. "Okay, well…spider and I have business to do. So…" you look at your father. "Dad, do you have something to do?" you say. "No, why?" jake asks you, already knowing what you're asking. "Can you watch noah't for a while, I'll be right back?" you beg him a little, until jake agrees to stay and watch noah't. After all, if he liked doing it, it was the perfect excuse to go with some friends and show off his grandson.

You and spider leave the hut, but not before saying goodbye to your son. You didn't like to be away from him for too long, but you were going to come back quickly. Besides, you knew he was in good hands. You left the hut, with the food you had taken and went straight to where the Ikran was. You had to be careful, you could run into anyone you knew, and you didn't want to lie anymore. "It's been a long time since I've ridden cupcake, but I think it will work" you say, laughing a little. "Ohh noo" says spider, watching you approach the creature. The ikran whines a little, but calms down when you speak to it. "Cupcake, calm down…it's me" you reach up to touch its snout, the creature calms down and you let you make the bond and ride it. "Come on, come!!!" you shout to spider, he runs and climbs up behind you. And you start traveling towards the beach, it doesn't take you long to get there.

You got a little scared, seeing that no one was in the area. Had he left or had someone happened to him? You quickly got down from the ikran, and walked quickly into the hut. Spider followed your steps, although he didn't want to show it, he was curious to know what was going on. "Quaritch?…are you there?" you enter slowly. To your surprise, the man is inside the hut, he was lying on the improvised bed. He looked better than yesterday, but he was still hurt. "Damn…he looks bad" mutters spider, walking in with you. " S-sorry…I fell asleep" Quaritch says, struggling to sit up. "No…it's okay. Just stay there. It's okay" you speak, reaching over to stroke his hair. Spider sees how confident you are with the man, apparently you really cared about him. "He's…spider," you say quietly to the thousands. You smile at spider, to get him to say something. "Yes, it's me…Y/N told me everything" speaks spider, a little uncomfortable sitting on the floor.

"Spider is going to help me…plus we'll bring you some clothes and food" you say, helping Quaritch out of bed. Spider goes to the ikran for a moment, to get the food. As he re-enters the hut, he hands you the small basket. You place it in front of Quaritch. "It's a kind of bread and fruit…it will help you with stamina" you say, stroking his cheek. You were very affectionate towards Quaritch, maybe spider saw him as a threat, but you knew him. Eywa knew him and knew he had changed. They just had to give him a chance. You watched as Quaritch took a piece of bread and fruit and began to eat. He looked quite hungry, and didn't say a word as he devoured the food.

"No one is going to take your food" scoffs spider, Quaritch looks up and laughs a little. "Sorry" Quaritch tries to eat slower. You get out of bed, and reach into your waist bag. "Look…I brought you some clothes. I'm not going to tell you whose it is…but it's going to look great on you" you place the clothes on the edge of the bed. Quaritch takes the clothes in his hands and looks at them. It was tiny for his taste. "What's this supposed to cover?" he asks, as you look at him curiously. You don't know what he is talking about for you it was normal clothes, spider laughs a little. "It's navi clothes" says spider seriously, looking at the man. "It looks like a stripper thong" says Quaritch, there is a silence between the two of you. Spider and you don't know what Quaritch is talking about. "I'm sorry… it's nothing. I'm just not used to this" Quaritch says, laughing uncomfortably.

"You don't like it?" you ask, he couldn't say the least bad thing to you. You had done so much for him, saving him from the forest. Healing him and now taking care of him. "It's strange…but it's nice." Spider laughs again, as he settles more on the ground. "Get changed…and I'll take those clothes. It's got blood on it, you're quick prey for some creatures" you say, getting up and leaving the hut. Spider follows you out, leaving Quaritch alone to change outfits. Miles looked again at the tiny piece you had given him, how he was going to arrange everything in there. You were petting your ilu hi'i, and next to you was spider. "He is very hurt" says spider, you look at him with concern. It was true, the burn wounds were very strong. The normal thing would be for mo'at to see him and cure him, but how were you going to take him to the village? It was almost impossible, your father would kill you. "Yes, I'm afraid his wounds will get infected. You think taking him to see mo'at…" spider tapped you on the shoulder. "You're crazy… no no no no" he says, getting up and shaking the sand off his legs.

"Y/N" shouted Quaritch, you get up and walk towards the hut. When you enter you see Quaritch, standing there. He didn't want to move much. "This is a little…awkward" he says shyly, settling one cheek of his butt with his hand. Spider couldn't contain his laughter, and neither could you. "It looks great on you," you say, leaning in closer to check out some burns you hadn't seen before. "You'll get used to it," says Spider, trying to comfort the man. You can tell that some of the wounds are quite swollen, and needed special care. "This looks pretty bad… why don't you rest. And I'll see what I can do. Tomorrow we'll be back" you speak, picking up a few things. "Look… here's some more food" spider brings more things, and puts them in the basket on the bed. "Thank you kid" Quaritch gives you a quality smile, and spider just shifts his gaze, rushing to your side.

"Please rest…I'll see what I can do." You say, as you start to leave the hut. Quaritch is so tired that he lies back down on the bed, his whole body aches and he was sure those wounds were bad. But he trusted you. You walked a little to the shore of the beach, to say goodbye to your ilu. "Hi'i take care of him!!!! Ok?" you give her a kiss, and walk to the ikran, to go back to the village with spider. You both stay silent on the road. When you arrive, spider gets off the ikran. "What are we going to do?" spider asks you. " I'm going to talk to mo'at…but" you say, complaining. Spider gives your hand a squeeze.

"I'm going to get the guys…when you decide to call me" spider says goodbye to you. You stand there thinking about what you were going to do, you adjust your clothes and walk to your family's hut to look for your baby. When you arrive at the hut, you see your father playing with noah't, they were playing with some paper ikran. They were the same ones you used when you were little. " Hello!!!" you say, and you see how your son laughs and raises his arms at the sight of you. "mommy is here!!!" jake lifts off the ground, taking noah't in his arms. Jake walks over to you and gives you noah't, the baby quickly hugs your neck breathing in your scent, he had that in common with neteyam. "Where were you?" jake asks, picking up the mess in the hut, "I was walking spider… it was nothing serious" you say, you think your answer was clever. Until you see jake turn and look at you.

"Honey…watch out" jake says, you giggle a little. " Dad…Please, spider is my friend" you say, as you reach over to take your dad's hand, pulling it down so he bends to your height so you can give him a kiss on the cheek. "Dad…thanks for taking care of noah't." jake hugs you, and gives noah't a kiss as he watches you leave the hut, walking to the area where mo'at was. You had to talk to her. You knew that if you did nothing, Quaritch would take a turn for the worse. You approach, and see that she is alone. This is the best time, but you don't know how to approach her.

"My child…what's wrong?" says mo'at as she continued to work with some herbs. How the hell did she know you were there. You were hoping she wouldn't notice you and you could return to your home. You decide to go inside and sit quietly with noah't between your legs. The baby quickly begins to crawl towards mo'at, his great-grandmother loved him so much. The woman took his arm, settling her great-grandson next to her, and handing him some tool to play with. "What are you going to ask me?" says mo'at looking up to confront you. You remain silent for a moment, until you decide to speak.

"Mo'at… eywa always does things with a purpose" you speak timidly. The woman stops what she is doing, and pays attention to you. "It doesn't matter if the person was ever bad" you whisper, trying not to let mo'at quite hear. Mo'at slides down a little, to take your hand and squeeze it for a moment. "My child… who are you helping?" mo'at is looking straight at you, you had no escape.

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onlymingyus · 2 years

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Hello Darl+ing, hope you're doing well ❤️

I've got this idea in my head.

Just having naughty time with Dino, at dorm.

Thinking everyone is outside the dorm, doing their stuff.

But then in the morning, the boys just tease Chan about it and him being cocky, talking bout how they are jelaous of what he has.

Thank you 😅

Hi! I'm well. I hope you are. I'm sorry this one took a bit.

cw; lee chan (dino) x afab reader, dirty talk, unprotected sex, accidental exhibitionism (only heard from another room), chan being teased by the members the next morning

Chan groans against your back as he pushes you down against the mattress. Your cheek pressed against the sheet as you whine his name out mid moan when his hips snap to meet yours from behind hard. Normally the two of you were quieter, or avoided this situation entirely at the dorms but he had mentioned that all of the others had plans so it would just be the two of you for once so there was no need to hold back.

You bite at your bottom lip as Chan’s fingers dig into your hips as he leans back to arch his back letting you push back over his cock now. His hips barely moving as you have to desperately fuck yourself as he smirks. When he notices you are holding back your moans Chan’s hand comes down hard on your ass making you cry out in a mixture of surprise and pleasure as you glance back at him. “Don’t bite on your lips. I want to hear you.”

Winking at you Chan laughs when you push back hard over his cock making him groan out louder this time. “So sassy…” You scoff and move to your hands and knees before Chan wraps an arm around you pulling you up and back against his chest so he can bury his face against your neck as he thrusts into you. “Shut up Chan…I’m gonna cum...” He laughs again and kisses your neck before running his tongue up to your ear before nipping at your lobe as you feel the pressure building quickly.

You gasp loudly as his free hand moves between your legs, Chan’s fingers circling your clit as you roll your hips down and back over him meeting his thrusts as you come undone around him. Chan closes his eyes tightly and groans your name, his other hand scratching over your ribs as he tells you how good you are being.

Outside of Chan’s room, down the hall within closer listening distance than they would have ever thought they would be, Mingyu, Wonwoo, Minghao, Jun, and Jeonghan sit on the couch in the living room with a few bowls of popcorn. They had gotten back around 30 minutes ago and had tried to turn on a movie but between you and Chan’s moans the movie had remained mostly drowned out.

Mingyu smirks scratching the back of his neck hearing you practically scream Chan’s name as he glances to meet Wonwoo’s eyes as the other man reaches for a handful of popcorn popping some into his mouth. Jeonghan laughs and leans back on the couch shaking his head as Minghao starts to turn the tv up only to have the remote taken from him. “We told him we were out for the evening…it’s not really his fault he thinks we are still out. Don’t embarrass him…yet.”

Jun laughs and groans as Chan groans loudly, apparently finishing with you before the two of you go quiet. “Jesus Christ…do you think she is still alive?” Mingyu chuckles and shrugs glancing down the hall wondering if either of you will come out of the room but neither of you are seen for the rest of the night.

It isn’t until the next morning when Mingyu is cooking breakfast and you wave goodbye to them as they try to keep their smirks to themselves as Chan kisses you goodbye that anyone says anything. When Chan sits at the table taking a plate of food only to hear Jeonghan say something you had said in a moment of pleasure does he realize that the two of you hadn’t been alone. “Oh my god…how long?”

Jun laughs and ruffles Chan’s hair before sitting a bottle of water in front of the younger man. “I think for most of it. We decided not to stay out but we didn’t want to interrupt. You were having too good of a time.” Chan buries his face into his hand as the rest of the men join them at the table and begin to discuss the night’s entertainment.

“Jun was sure you had killed her. She was walking slower this morning. I’m honestly impressed. Your dirty talk is actually not bad. Better than Hoshi’s. He mostly makes tiger references.” Chan groans out of embarrassment. “I think I want to die…”

Mingyu laughs, stuffing some food into his mouth as Wonwoo pats Chan’s back, taking the seat next to him. “It’s not that bad. At least it was only a few of us. Imagine if everyone had been here. Seungkwan would have knocked on the door to tell you to keep it down.”

“Mmhm and Jihoon would have recorded you and used it against you.” Jeonghan smirks, adding in his two cents pointing his chopsticks towards Chan as the younger man lays his forehead on the table muttering trying to figure out how he was going to tell you how wrong he was about how alone you had been. He was already trying to figure out how many gifts and how much sweet talk it would take to get you to trust him again.

“She is going to kill me.” Minghao nods agreeing with Chan as he sips his tea before smiling. ‘Mm she probably will but at least you both had one last great fuck.”

#mars.answers #anon #dino thots #dino smut #seventeen smut #lee chan smut #svt smut

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ryndicate · 1 year

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ A Drop in Time

The limits of your own mind might be the blessing you never knew you needed.

Vampire!Megumi x reader (fem body/pronouns)

notes: haha oops it’s been a month. not gonna say sorry cause i spent the majority of it sick and recovering, so there was nothing to be done, but i am really happy to be posting again! My beta deserves all my appreciation and some damn good soup bc they edited this so fast :’) Easily my favorite chapter so far, so enjoy!

warnings: attempted murder, blood, tiny bit of gore, pain, Satoru Gojo is its own warning, vampire stuff, a little peek of my lore

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⋆⁺₊⋆ Ch. ii. ☪︎ Masterlist ☪︎ Series Warnings ☪︎ Ch. iv ⋆⁺₊⋆

As Satoru absconded with you to the edge of your village and beyond, he made no further threats nor any attempt to harm you, but that didn’t leave you any more hopeful. His chest is firm against your back as he rides you south, your fingers tight on the saddle’s edge and teeth clenched to avoid biting your tongue over the harsh pace he sets on the poor creature carrying the weight of two.

The night air is hot and sticky leaving you miserable at your choice of attire, but the thick smell of rain promises the heat will be brief. Hours pass in silence. The terrain changes from sloping plain to a small woodland, then to the small neighboring town around which Satoru gives wide berth. Eventually you no longer recognize your surroundings.

It’s still dark when Satoru stops the horse by a nearby stream and dismounts with enviable grace. Long, slender fingers close around your waist and you tense and resist as he makes move to help you do the same.

Satoru raises an eyebrow. “The horse needs a break before we move on, and you need to stretch your legs unless you want to be as stiff as a board tomorrow.”

Without the heavy plod of hoofbeats in your ear you finally take note of harsh panting of the animal beneath you. Feeling a flash of pity for the creature you relent, and he lifts you from the saddle with terrifying ease. Your knees buckle when your feet meet solid ground and you come to realize that he is quite right. You’re already sore now; you can’t imagine how much worse it will be tomorrow. You shuffle your feet and do your best to flex your muscles, trying to appear uncaring under Satoru’s cryptic gaze. It’s a relief when he turns away, approaching the mount that had wandered to the stream’s edge and is now drinking eagerly.

The imposing vampire checks the saddle’s straps, and pulls something from the attached bag, his back towards you.

You’re unsure what to make of him now that he’s not directly threatening you. The danger has not passed, but with the way he is now maybe there will be a chance for you to slip away. The stars glitter above your head and you’ve seen enough summer nights to know that there’s a couple more hours of darkness left. Satoru intends to cover more ground, but maybe when day breaks there will be a chance for you to slip away without his notice. Do vampires even need sleep? You pray they do.

You sit, trying your best to keep your dress from getting dirty out of habit, and try to keep your expression clear. You let your eyes drift close and relax your jaw; maybe he will assume you’re sleeping. The night has been long but too much has happened, and you’re sure in any other situation, you might be exhausted…but the flame of survival still flickers within you, and you pray your body won’t fall lax until you’ve had your chance to escape.

Something nudges the outside of your calf and you jump violently, eyes snapping open to see Satoru standing over you. You hadn’t heard him approach and now he seems to be doing his best to hold in a laugh.

You bite back the instinctive desire to snap at him and instead quietly ask him what he wants.

Satoru crouches and holds something out to you. “Drink.”

Tentatively you reach out and your fingers close around a wooden cup, slowly realizing he’s drawn you water from the stream. You gaze up at him, weary from trying to understand his motives, wondering what use this kindness is.

Satoru sighs as you continue to sit there, fingers shifting around the cup’s edge. Shadows linger around his face, the night making it difficult for you to read the true depth of his expression. “We’re not stopping again until sunrise, and I have no food for you. It was good enough for the horse, so either drink it or don’t. Just make sure to give that back.”

He stalks off and you squint at his retreating back, wondering to the gods what he has to be so affronted about. Are all vampires so indecipherable? Here he is transporting you to your death and he has the gall to take insult at your denial? It’s beyond madness.

Yet still, it’s only a few moments of his back turned until you bring the cup to your lips and drink, so maybe his sanity isn’t the only one in question. Your stomach is a hard knot, but you drink greedily in the awareness that it might be the last. So many lasts come into mind. Your last hug wasn’t your mother’s, it was to little Yachi. The last tea you drank had been sage and peppermint. Your last meal…you can’t even remember what Toshi put in the stew, but you do know you might never have another. So many simple things that no longer seem simple, but instead full of meaning that you should have grasped in the moment. Panic brings a smile to your face because this doesn’t feel real and it makes you want to laugh at the absurdity of your approaching death.

But you don’t.

Instead you sit, carefully holding on to a wooden cup that a demon made a point to tell you to return.

You wake to a sharp pain radiating inside your mouth, moaning at the bitter taste of iron. After nodding off, you find you’ve bitten your own tongue under the bounce of the horse’s steps, and your fingers tighten on the saddle as you realize an even graver mistake.

Wildly looking around, dread tingles down your spine because you have no recognition of your surroundings. A glance up shows that the stars have dwindled so your only mark of direction is the sun, not quite risen but pinking the skyline on your left shoulder.

“Good morning, lambkin. We stop soon, though there won’t be much comfort.” Satoru’s voice rises over the beating hooves. “I made it farther that I thought I would. Hope you like the woods.”

You want to shriek at him for making any comment about your comfort but you’re too busy trying to pay attention to the terrain, looking for cover, harsh ground, places to avoid. Your chance to run is fast approaching and you need to be ready. Daylight will be on your side.

Pink is catching like fire on the tops of the trees as Satoru urges the horse into a thick copse. Your chest feels tight as he secures the horse to a low branch only a stone’s throw into the shade. It’s an easy distance to cover with only a few roots making the ground uneven, but any other debris that might have gotten in your way was trampled down by the vampire’s mount. Your heart plummets, however, as Satoru approaches you with a grim set to his jaw, another set of ropes in his hands.

There’s no fighting him as he seats you on the ground, binding your hands firmly behind your back. “I’ll be awake before the sun sets, and then these won’t be necessary. I assume you realize that I can’t simply trust you.”

You don’t waste your breath to respond, turning your chin from him and making a show of trying to get comfortable as you angle away. Wind airs through the trees as you try to think of what you’re supposed to do now; you twist subtly at the bindings to find them painfully secure, jagged and harsh against your soft skin.

“What am I supposed to do all day?” you ask rather petulantly.

Satoru raises an eyebrow at you and shrugs, not committing to a response. “I’m going to sleep.”

“It’s too hot for me to sit like this all day, couldn’t I just walk around instead? I wouldn’t go far.” You wheedle insistently but he rolls his too-blue eyes at you and stands up from where he’d been resting against a nearby tree. You try to shuffle away from him as he crouches in front of you, the white-haired vampire ignoring your indignant huff as he pulls at the layers of your skirts.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, scandalized, as he shifts the fabric over his palms. You receive no response other than the sound of ripping cloth as he tears out the lower layer of your dress.

“That’ll help.” He grins at you, letting the ruined piece of the dress land in a sad pile next to your feet. “Now relax and enjoy the shade, lambkin.”

You glare at his retreating back grumbling about his indecency, but he pays you no more mind as he settles back in, his head tipping back against the tree and exposing the smooth column of his throat.

And so you wait, your nails making whatever tears they can at the ropes. You wait until his breath deepens, until his fingers slacken, his eyelids twitching under what appears to be an unfortunate dream. You watch him curiously, as his chest rises and falls, wondering what could ail one who seems so…unworldly. But another rub of pain as you test your bonds reminds you to be uncaring, tears pricking your eyes at the sharp chafe. Your fingers and wrists ache from the angle you bend them in to reach, and your hands thankfully find a small stone when you stop to ease the burn. Relief burns bright in your chest as the rope finally begins to fray and when it mercifully snaps you rise unsteadily with all the silence you can muster and sneak to the edge of the trees before taking off at a run.

To your utter dismay, you hear a howl of rage after you’ve barely taken a handful of strides. Your heart explodes like thunder in your chest and you run faster, praying that the short distance into the sunlight is enough to keep him from you. The footsteps behind you are tale of yet more of God’s disregard. There is no force, divine or otherwise, that could stop the sob tearing through your chest as you feel his weight lunge into yours, tackling you to the ground into the shade of an ash sapling.

You’re flipped harshly onto your back, his hips heavy over your waist as he pins your arms to the earth, grip unforgiving. You’re granted the view of his face, once fair skin now splotchy and red as if burned. Ice blue eyes are crazed, and in the daylight you can see his lashes are the same startling white as his hair. Satoru chuckles airily but the moment his voice meets your ears, you feel as if your very life is surrendering to his rage and draining from your body.

“I have expended time. I have expended effort. Magic. Goodwill far beyond your precious understanding. Have you even half a wit in that darling little mind of yours, then hear me now, Rumi. Yes, I know your name,” he sneers at your shocked expression.

His fingers dig into your cheeks painfully and you’d cry out if your breath weren’t so shallow from fear. The angry sores on his skin are already beginning to lighten, but they do not fade entirely.

“If Megumi did not need you, I would drain you myself here and now. I am under no orders to retrieve you unharmed. In fact, I’m under no orders at all. I can do whatever I wish with you, and all I need is for you to remain alive. I would not test my lenience again, for you will find it no longer remains. Rather, it’s your choice. We could have some wonderful fun together, you and I. Does that pique your interest, lambkin?”

You see nothing but manic bloodshed in his eyes and find yourself terrorized into submission by his blinding smile, cowering in the dirt and allowing him to scoop you from the ground with no protest.

He adjusts you in his arms and lowers you both to the ground once more, shifting until he’s comfortable.

You now sit, pinned to his chest, legs framed by his own under the miniscule shade offered by the young tree. The position is intimate, terrifying, and you cannot help but wish that fate had given you any other misfortune than this one.

“Be still and silent, if you know what’s good for you,” Satoru warns quietly. His silky voice is tattered with pain and exhaustion, but you have no sympathy for his situation, eclipsed by your own. He slumps heavier against the tree and your body naturally shifts with the movement. “When the sun sets, I’ll retrieve the horse. Behave the rest of the journey, and I will pretend this never happened.”

If only you could as well. You fall into a daze, watching the sun climb higher into the sky as the day continues like hell hasn’t encroached the earth. Clouds pass over the sky, light and unaware of the darkness that approaches. Birdsong fills the air with a merry tune, all while evil snores softly at your back. The most beautiful hands you’ve ever seen shackle your wrists, your personal grim reaper to escort you to the underworld.

Despite the many times you bemoaned to your mother as a child that there was nothing for you to do only to be shunted off to your lessons, you’ve never truly done nothing. Time drags its feet in such a way that you’d think it was frozen if not for the way the sun inches its journey across the sky. You’ve nothing to distract yourself with and can’t move about in fear of waking the sleeping monster. Your backside aches from your own weight, and your stomach is finally beginning to realize how hollow it’s grown. You’re now thankful for the water Satoru gave you even after your tongue begins to feel dry, your throat clicking at your intermittent swallows.

Midday is the hardest, the heat sticking to your skin and coating you in an uncomfortable damp. But salt and slick is nothing compared to the way the shade shortens, making your heart patter as the light creeps closer to Satoru’s feet. You wonder if the sun would affect him through his clothing, or would he safely slumber until the sunlight laps at his fingertips? You resist the urge to flex your wrists, wondering how he holds you so tightly in what appears to be a very deep sleep.

Your chest rises and falls with his. With nothing to occupy your mind, your eyelids grow as heavy as the thick gray clouds that roll in from the skyline. Not even the rain wakes you as to drift into fitful sleep.

Wakefulness comes slowly as you feel the earth beneath you shift and lull. There’s a saltiness in the air, and a dull roar on the wind. You open your eyes to see moonlight beaming down on a grassy cliffside in the distance.

“Are we…?” you mumble, still trying to rouse yourself.

“The southern seaside,” Satoru answers quietly, slowing the horse to a stop. “You sleep heavily for a lady. I thought I would have to carry you down the cliffs.”

“Carry me down the—why are we going down the cliffside?” you asked, alarmed at the prospect.

“We are close to my home, a long forgotten entrance if you will. We won’t be bothered on this path.”

You look around but see naught but plains and sea, wondering what of this place he might call home.

Satoru swiftly dismounts taking you with him, and you watch with wide eyes as he faces the horse to what you assume is west and urges it on alone with a light slap. It takes off at a gallop and Satoru doesn’t even watch it depart, turning to you. “Come, we shouldn’t linger here long. We don’t need the attention.”

He takes your arm and as he drags you along with him towards the cliffs, an old memory plagues your mind. A story one of the elder sister’s of the church had told you. Be it far from you to remember the story in particular, but you remember its lesson with sparkling clarity: vampires cannot pass over moving water. You’ve never met a vampire to prove its legitimacy, but you can’t imagine a church would teach lessons untrue, and so your heart hopes.

The roll of the ocean is loud in your ears, filling you with the encouragement of one final chance. You begin to tremble; it could save your very life, but if you fail…pain beyond your reckoning is sure to follow. You cling to the sleeve of his tunic even as your other hand refuses to leave the earthy wall of the cliff. The path he leads you down is safe to all with sensible mind and those who know where it leads, but your fear is elevated. It feels like breathing wrong would send you tumbling to the same fate you’re planning out for him.

Satoru’s hold on your arm had slackened to that of a guide, not the same iron shackle it had been. Now would be the moment while you’re still close enough to the rise to make it back. You grit your teeth as apprehension makes you hesitate.

Do it, just do it. What are you scared of? Pain? You’re going to die if you don’t, what mercy is it for it to be less painful?

At that thought your feet come stumbling to a stop, sending a spray of loose earth over the edge of the path. Satoru has barely turned his head before you’ve ripped your hand out of his grasp and planted your hands under his shoulder blades in a harsh shove. He lurches, then he’s over the edge, and that’s it. There’s no shout, no fanfare to compliment the horrific thing you just did, but you can’t even stop to let it sink in. You don’t peer over to make sure he’s fallen; you’re turning and retreating, breath caught in your throat as you lunge for your freedom. You reach the top of the rise and your feet tear at the earth in your haste to make it to the treeline in the direction you came.

Dizziness enters your mind harshly and suddenly and you crash to the ground. You stare stricken, fingers curling tightly into the grass and dirt as you try in vain to steady yourself. Force, pure and white, shoves its way into your mind, solid and tangible, and the urge to empty your barren insides what of little you have left wracks your body like a fever. Your belly is pressed to the ground, fingers tearing at the grass as you shake and writhe, clinging to sanity by the barest of threads.

There is no explaining what’s become of you, but for some strangely clear reason you just know you’ve failed. You can feel him: things about him you never wished to understand. His barely contained rage; an endless void of frustration and impatience; deep swirls of panic; aching loneliness; righteous fury; a frantic, frantic devotion. All of it swirls together in your mind: pieces of memory dropping like shards of glass around your consciousness, voices you’ve never heard echoing inside your own mind until you’re not sure you can remember your own.

As the pain continues you wail to the stars, covered by the clouds as if even they have turned their back to you. Through the feverish haze you register footsteps and your body slumps, submitting to every stimulation wracking your body that you just know is his doing somehow, instilling a deep unease within you on top of everything else.

Satoru glowers at you, water droplets from his soaked hair dripping down his snowy strands, sparkling at the ends until he shakes his head and scatters them. Through the tremors it’s almost as if his eyes are glowing, shining blue and bright, but you brush it off as a hallucination from the pain.

The sensations ease and then fade and you slump in exhaustion, one last dry heave shaking your frame.

This is it.

He’s going to torture you. He won’t kill you, but you know you’ll beg him for death far before he’s done with you. You don’t have the heart of legends, but that of a mouse in the face of this nightmare. You close your eyes tight, unable to face your own demise.

Instead of the chilling laughter you expect you hear a deep exhale, and your eyes flutter open to see him glaring daggers at you as he gathers you into his arms again.

“Not that I expected you to know any better, but that tale is naught but a myth. It would take a lot more than water to kill me.” Satoru's sodden clothes soak into your own. His smooth voice is quiet, reluctant, but firm. “Your tenacity is…unwittingly admirable, and as much as I want to beat it out of you, we’re too close for me to waste any more time. Hold on to me unless you want to plummet to your death.”

You gasp as he turns with you in tow and begins to run back to the cliffside. The air on your skin is cold now, colder where his wetness melts into your own, and it only gets worse as he starts down the path again moving at a pace that terrifies you. You’re sure both of you will pitch to your deaths, and let out a weak moan for him to slow down.

“Can’t, thanks to you. Now we’re racing the tide.” Satoru gives you a short glare and continues the journey downward.

As you near the bottom, an opening in the cliffside appears. Your fingers claw into his tunic as Satoru leaps several feet downward to the mouth of it, feet digging into the wet sand with the combined weight. Immediately you’re squirming to get down, only for him to huff and readjust his hold on you.

“Not yet.”

“Put me down!”

“I said, not yet,” Satoru hisses vehemently, beginning another run. The air inside the cavern is damp and sour, smelling of countless years’ worth of salt and brine. The deeper he goes, you begin to realize the cavern is actually a tunnel, sloping downwards in a path that makes you shudder when you realize goes much deeper than the waterfront. Now you understand his hurried dash, dread striking your gut when you wonder how much time you wasted.

“We’ll drown!” you gasp, twisting to look up at his face, the grim set of his lips.

“That we will, if I don’t make it far enough. So be still, won’t you?”

His breath is coming heavier and you helplessly try to heed him for the first time this entire nightmare, remaining as still as possible in his arms. His arms must surely be aching from carrying you this way so far, and you think back to the way your father used to carry you when you were a child, exhausting yourself at the markets. You quickly tap his arm, and he looks down at you, then forward again.

Annoyed, but heart still thumping, you tap him again and raise your voice. “You could carry me on your back, I’m sure that’d be faster.”

“I’m sure it would too, if I could trust you that close to my neck.”

“I’d rather not drown in an underground tunnel,” you snap breathlessly, fear too prominent to send him much attitude.

Satoru hums, and his pace slows a little but he doesn’t stop.

“I’ll behave!”

“Fine!” Satoru snaps, jerking to a stop and letting your feet touch the floor.

He crouches and you’re quick to gather what's left of your skirts and clamber onto his back, shivering—despite this being your idea—as his burning hands cradle the undersides of your thighs. You inhale sharply as he takes off at a run once more, arms clasped tightly over his shoulders, the increase in his speed enough for you to feel it in your stomach. Closing your eyes, you rest your head on his back, trying to relax into his movements in order not to hinder him any further.

After a time Satoru’s movements begin to strain and your eyes flutter open at the change, blinking harshly as you realize how dark it’s gotten. The tunnel has widened significantly and is now sloping sharply upward. You cling to him tighter as force drags you backwards, and his hands grip you more firmly in response. Eventually the ground evens out and he slows to a stop.

“The water never passes here. Down,” he says roughly, and you scramble down as he makes move to drop you. “We can rest a moment, but not long.”

“How much farther?” Your voice echoes down the rest of the tunnel and Satoru shoots you a nasty glare. Your arms ache from being locked around his neck, and your body feels stiff and frail. You try not to think about how hungry you are.

“Quiet. We’re not trying to tell everyone we’re here.”

Fear lances through you like a blade. “How many more of you are down here?”

“Oh lambkin, all of us are down here.”

His tone is snide enough to give you doubt, but the idea of it being the truth frightens you. You stiffen, trying to appear more confident than you are, whispering. “And where is here?”

Satoru glances at you, gesturing for you to follow as he begins striding down the path again. “These tunnels lead to a city deep underground, our solace from the sun. We don’t have to worry about humans as a nuisance down here, just the ones we want to deal with.”

It’s getting more difficult to see; you can barely see Satoru’s silhouette in front of you, and you find yourself clinging to his tunic to keep him from getting too far in front of you. The air is getting heavier too, still smelling of dark and damp, and you find yourself struggling to breathe. “You said this was a forgotten way in?”

“Forgotten by most. Only the outcasts still live near the tunnels, which is why you need to stop raising your voice,” Satoru returns curtly, a pointed edge sharpening his tone. He moves to the left and you realize the tunnel has split off into several different paths. They all look the same to you, and you can’t help but wonder if he really does know where he’s going.

“Sorry.”

“If you’re sorry, don’t speak until I tell you so.”

Feeling oddly chastised you fall into silence, walking behind him for what feels like hours as he leads you through several twists and turns, more forked pathways, until you’re certain you’re both lost beneath the earth. Throughout it all Satoru never offers you another word.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, you finally tug at his clothing again. “Are you sure you know where we’re going—”

“Who’s there?”

A loud voice echoes off the walls and a warm light flickers suddenly down the tunnel. Satoru gives a soft hiss of irritation, looking side to side frantically before pushing you down a side path that you hadn’t seen in the shadows.

“Not a sound,” he breathes into your ear before he disappears, leaving you alone. The light you’d seen recedes after a moment, pitching you into darkness.

Motionless except for body shaking shivers, your ears strain for whatever sounds you can make out, breaths coming shallow as you come to the conclusion that this is somehow far worse than walking side by side with the unpredictable vampire.

Your eyes slam shut as a pain filled scream echoes loudly down the tunnel, cut off quickly in an awful retch. You crouch, arms wrapped around your legs in an attempt to make yourself as small as possible. You lean against the damp rock of the wall and try to control your shaking, feeling oddly panicked at the thought that something killed Satoru and now you’re truly alone down here.

Your whole body tenses as your ears pick up the sound of quiet footfall.

“We’re almost there.” Satoru’s voice washes over you softly, flooding your mind with weary relief that you struggle to reject. You hate the idea of finding yourself dependent on this creature, but you aren’t sure what other choice you have.

He leads you through a couple more dark paths, before you come to a wooden door that’s taller than even Satoru. He pulls it open and ushers you inside a room, lit well with soft candlelight. There’s a bed in the center, but before you can take in much more of the room, you’re jerked back behind your guide.

“Yuuji, what are you doing here?” Satoru’s voice has taken on an uncertain edge for the first time since you’ve met him. You cling to him; he wasn't expecting someone to be here. That can't possibly bode well.

“I came to look in on him and he wasn’t in his chambers. Then I found him here like this. I’ve been waiting for you to come back for two days.” The new voice sounds frightened and angry, and you resist the strange urge to peek from behind Satoru to get a look at him—he sounds just like any of the other young men from your village. He could be Shouta’s age for all you knew. “How could you leave him like this by himself? He’s barely breathing. What happened?”

“I don’t have the time to explain this to you right now—”

“Who’s that?”

You stiffen in fear and Satoru makes a sound of protest, standing taller as if that would hide you from the inquisitive pair of golden brown eyes that peer around his frame to look at you. He has a curious mop of pinkish hair, and an even curiouser sun-kissed complexion. He looks far more muscular than Satoru, a rugged beauty to the taller’s fair.

You shrink back as this Yuuji makes a low sound of exclamation. “Why do you have a human girl with you?”

“I will explain later,” Satoru hisses impatiently, finally shouldering his way around the stocky younger male. “For now you need to leave.”

“I won’t.” Yuuji’s eyes flash, a bolt travelling up your spine at the crimson color that quickly fades back to brown, making you wonder if you truly saw it. Satoru tenses at your side, his grip on your arm tightening until you wince in pain and he immediately slackens again. “Not until Megumi wakes up.”

Satoru seems to be weighing something in his mind, but after a moment he releases a frustrated sigh. “Fine, you may stay. But you must keep this to yourself. If your brother hears of this I won’t forgive you.”

“Okay,” Yuuji responds, curiosity heavy laden in his voice. He glances at you speculatively and your fear rises to a high point as Satoru drags you towards the man prone on the bed until you’re staring down at a man you can only describe as lovely.

The first thing you note, strangely, are his eyelashes: dark and thick and full, long enough to cast a shadow over regal cheekbones. His hair is as dark as raven down and matted with sweat, and his lips look soft despite being a little cracked and dry. His skin is pale; not fair like Satoru’s but rather sickly, and you note his shallow breathing and the dark circles beneath his eyes. He truly looks as if he is resting at death’s door.

This is the deadline prince? You’re so caught up in his poor health that you almost forgot your role here. You startle as Satoru takes your arm and turns it, a small bronze dagger in his other hand.

“It will be over quickly, Rumi,” Satoru says quietly and your breath is in your throat as he takes the blade across the soft skin of your forearm. You whimper in pain as crimson pools out of the wound.

“Satoru?” Yuuji questions, pupils expanding as the scent of blood fills the small room. You blanch at the hungry expression sharpening his face.

Drops of blood drip down onto the sleeping man’s face, his lips, and Satoru watches him raptly, with a desperation you don’t want to see. The memory of Satoru’s psyche flickers like hot coals in the back of your mind.

“She’s his blood match,” Satoru whispers softly, sounding reverent as Megumi’s lashes begin to flutter.

There’s a beat of silence so tangible that it’s as if you’re choking on it.

“That’s not possible,” the other protests sharply, his expression torn. “You must be mistaken—”

“Don’t question me. I would not have gone through all this trouble if I weren’t certain,” Satoru snaps, cold and harsh.

Yuuji is shocked into silence, stepping closer to the bed to watch.

Your arm throbs as more blood pours down, your lashes clumping with tears you’re too exhausted to stop from falling. Still, you shriek as hands close tightly around your arm and yank you downwards, your knees landing heavily in surprisingly soft down bedding. You catch a glimpse of gleaming emerald eyes before you begin screaming in earnest, the prince’s teeth buried in your open wound. He rips the wound wider and you’re greeted with the horrid sensation of his tongue laving at the gap in your flesh.

“Megumi, no!”

“Satoru—she’ll die!”

Your eyes roll back and your ears are bathed in what appears to be the shouts of Satoru and Yuuji rushing to restrain the feral vampire who is all but trying to tear your arm from your body. Your consciousness swims out of reach as you succumb to the pain and blood loss, expedited by your fatigue from the rushed travels. Darkness mercifully claims you and you go willingly into its embrace, simply ready for this nightmare to end.

You drift in and out to the sound of voices, to the crackling of a fire, and people moving around nearby. Your entire body aches and your arm is on fire, swathed tightly in cloth. Your lips feel cracked and you desperately need water, but a deep unease and even deeper fatigue keeps you from announcing your consciousness. Your eyes remain closed.

“I’m not sure how fond of her you’ll be, she’s quite a terror,” Satoru sniffs delicately. “Defied me every step of the way—ran from me, twice!”

“Why would she run from you if she…” Megumu trails off tiredly before a few moments pass and his voice drops in irritation. “Satoru, I thought she agreed to come.”

“She did! After some encouragement,” Satoru defends easily.

Megumi groans and there’s the sound of wood creaking, as if someone sat heavily. “And I suppose your encouragement came in the form of no soft threat, now didn’t it?”

“It might have.”

“Tell me exactly what happened.” It’s no request, it’s a flat demand with no compromise—a true tone of royalty.

Their voices flit softly between each other as Satoru recounts the scene from your bedroom, broken by clarifying questions from Megumi. It’s strange to hear even pieces of it retold; it already feels like a memory from another life. You’re not even a little bit surprised to hear him glossing over just how harshly he spoke to you at times, or softening details to his own benefit. In fact, you rightly expect that behavior of him by now.

“Curse you.” The prince sighs in defeat after everything is recounted.

Satoru chuckles. “I’ll take to threatening some poor little human girl and her village over your death, now and every time.”

“You do realize,” Megumi drawls, satiric amusement laced with sharp annoyance, “that at no point did you promise her her life. You didn’t explain or even mention the blood match. For all she knew, death was all that awaited her. And you fault her for clinging to life? I would have run from you too. You never think, Satoru.”

Satoru scoffs. “You tried to kill her the moment I got her to you. If Yuuji hadn’t been here, you might have succeeded. He restrained you while I kept her alive. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so…brutish.”

Confusion swims brightly to the surface of your foggy consciousness. So they don’t intend to kill you? That seems even more unlikely than the white-haired demon treating your wounds.

“I have no explanation for my behaviour,” Megumi admits reluctantly, a heavy pout to his tone that you imagine is tightening his delicate features. “The moment I tasted her—I wouldn't have believed you about the match if not for the feeling. I've never felt such…”

He trails off, a hush broken only by the crackling of fire stretches between them.

“Her breathing is getting stronger,” Satoru comments casually, as if filling the gap of the other’s unnerved silence.

There’s a swish of fabric and you feel a hand on your unbandaged arm, too tired to flinch away from the couple of warm fingers pressing into the crook of your elbow.

“But her pulse is getting weaker,” Megumi sighs, frustrated. “We’ll need to call someone to treat her more than you can, Satoru.”

“I’d like to avoid that if possible.”

“If possib—did you hear me?”

They break into a low argument and their change in volume, muttered back and forth to each other, makes it impossible for you to follow further. Satoru says something about your stubbornness, or maybe he’s speaking of Megumi? It matters not, you’re too tired and hungry to concern yourself with any of it. You fall asleep dreaming of a warm stew, maybe rabbit or venison, with countless vegetables and a thick, creamy broth.

a/n: ok maybe “meet” was a bit of an exxageration lol

Reblogs and kind comments incredibly appreciated <3

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen series #jjk series #series::ADiT

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HIIIII PARKER 🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲🎲 x 1000

HIIII HELEN THANK YOU!!!! This one was really fun too!!!! Sorry these are taking so long I’m having a hard time keeping it under 1K. I failed but only barely with this one. Anyway, generator rolled up: 34. A kiss after a bite, so I’ve gone with an AU of my vampire AU, which is like, what if I was less ambiguous about the ending and said that BJ and Hawkeye were living in LA together and BJ’s not sure if he’s a boyfriend or a bloodbag but actually he’s kind of into that dilemma, and so on. Below the cut for Suggestive Themes (wow) and also, well, blood and vampire stuff.

He woke to the sound of Hawkeye’s oxfords—a quiet clatter as he toed them off and kicked them aside. An intentional choice. Hawkeye was getting better at make small noises to alert BJ to his presence, but still, when he wasn’t making an effort, moved with an uncanny silence. He was always startling nurses on the night shift.

“Morning,” BJ said, keeping his eyes closed.

Another intentional shifting of fabric as Hawkeye moved closer in the dark. “Not quite.”

The bed sank under the addition of his weight. The covers shifted. BJ flinched as Hawkeye slipped an ice-cold hand under his shirt.

“Sorry,” Hawkeye whispered into the nape of his neck.

Lying with him was strange, BJ reflected. He still wasn’t quite used to it. Hawkeye was colder than he ought to be nearly all of the time, and when he wasn’t—well, when he wasn’t, BJ preferred not to ask why, and avoided looking at newsstands for the rest of the week.

But Hawkeye was cool to the touch today. BJ relaxed against him, trying to return to sleep as Hawkeye’s skin warmed incrementally. Conductive heat transfer. It unnerved him, slightly, when he wasn’t too busy feeling more than a little bit bad for Hawkeye, who hated to feel cold and was constantly wrapping himself in unseasonably heavy sweaters. There were other strange realities they both had to contend with. Hawkeye shredded toothbrushes at an unsustainable rate, for one, and for two had an unsettling habit of stalking pigeons, dogs, rats, anything that got frightened and fled from him.

Unnerving, unsettling, yes, but the truth was, he kind of—it was hard to explain why, precisely, but he had slowly come to realize he liked everything unique and strange and unsettling about Hawkeye. Loved it, even. Maybe he had something really wrong with him. It wasn’t normal to thrill with the knowledge a lover had the capacity to kill, had, in unoccupied moments, the flat cold stare of something more innately vicious than humanity, but then again… it was a little flattering, wasn’t it, that BJ seemed largely insulated from Hawkeye’s sharper side?

With BJ, he was soft, friendly, playful as he’d always been. Intelligent and interesting and very sweet. Nearly impossible to imagine him how he’d been at his most untamed—crouched, complicatedly angular in his posture, over an empty collection bottle, eyes blown black, blood slicking his bare chest. That all seemed a world away now. Except when Hawkeye came home late and suspiciously lax, with light catching on his incisors, his face flush with heat, the sort of night that preceded days of headlines decrying vigilanteism and violent murders. But BJ had always been a dab hand at denial.

Hawkeye’s breath ghosted over his bare shoulder. Cool, too. Nothing in him was warm under his own power.

“Did you eat?” BJ asked, holding his forearm.

Hawkeye nosed against his neck. When he spoke, it was directly against the back of his ear, his palm flat against BJ’s chest: “Is that a question, or an offer?”

BJ shivered, a sting of fear heightening an abrupt arousal as Hawkeye swept his tongue, curiously, lightly, over his carotid. He swallowed hard, eyes still closed. “One, and then the other, depending.”

Hawkeye laughed lowly. Another testing lick up the line of his sternocleidomastoid before Hawkeye pressed his face entirely into the side of his neck and inhaled.

BJ had wondered, for a while, why he’d kept the ability to breathe, when his heart had long since stopped. He couldn’t see any real reason for it, until he considered the fact it might be advantageous for scenting prey.

Not that BJ was prey, he told himself, tightening his grasp on Hawkeye’s wrist. Hawkeye was still Hawkeye. In the light of day, he was the same person he’d always been. If more prone to photosensitivity. It was only times like these—dark mornings, the ends of shifts, moments of exhaustion—when the image slipped.

“No,” Hawkeye said, and caught BJ’s earlobe briefly between his teeth. Delicate. Careful. He could feel the edge of a fang—not cutting in. Just there. Present. “D’you think I should?”

BJ gasped, pressing back into Hawkeye’s weight, his solidity. He bared his neck without even thinking about it, eyes shut tight. He wanted to see. He was too frightened to look. There was something really wrong with him. He was safe, he tried to convince himself, somehow comforted by Hawkeye’s arms around him even as he shivered, unnerved by the needle-scratch sensation of a fangtip dragging against the thin skin of his neck—pausing over his exposed carotid for just long enough to frighten him.

His pulse pounded and he gripped Hawkeye’s wrist for reassurance. Hawkeye was touching him gently, stroking his chest, calm and steady, comforting, though he hadn’t moved the razor edge of his teeth away from BJ’s neck. If he bit him there, it’d kill him. Flat out.

But Hawkeye didn’t. He shifted back. His breath skimmed over the juncture of BJ’s shoulder and neck once, and again, and a third time. BJ tried his best to relax, exhaling his tension. Like getting a shot, it’d only really hurt if he locked up.

Hawkeye’s hand pressed more firmly into his chest, bringing BJ tight against him. BJ failed to suppress a noise even he couldn’t place—fear, arousal, anticipation of pain, desperate desire, maybe all of it at once—before Hawkeye sank his fangs into BJ’s shoulder.

“Good,” Hawkeye said, muffled, holding him in place as he worried at the wound, encouraging the blood to flow more freely. BJ kept his eyes shut and tried to ignore how his body was responding to something that ought to be, by any reasonable metric, horrific.

Eventually Hawkeye decided he’d had enough. He pulled off, applied a series of gentle kitten-licks to BJ’s shoulder until the bleeding stopped, and then sighed, pleased, against the back of BJ’s neck. He was warmer against BJ now. And BJ was only mildly dizzy. He rolled carefully onto his back, body alight, head swimming.

Hawkeye rose to straddle him and paused there, face unreadable in the dark. He held BJ’s jaw, turning his face this way and that—he could see far better in the dark than BJ could. Better than he’d probably ever be able to. It was impossible to know what he was thinking. BJ felt—appraised. Like a cut of meat in a butcher’s window. He wondered in a way he usually tried not to allow himself how much of Hawkeye was really left, if there was any part of him that was genuine, or if all his typical charm was by now only image, performance, an aspiration to a long-dead self to cover over an animal insatiability.

Hawkeye released his jaw and dipped down to kiss him. It was gentle, sweet, reassuring, and fond. It was exactly how Hawkeye usually kissed. Comfortable. Familiar. No reason to believe he wasn’t who he’d always been. Except that Hawkeye tasted undeniably of iron.

#my fic #ask game #THANK YOU HELEN!!!!#this is unedited but I had fun!!!! hope it's okay!!!!!

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thaliagrayce · 8 months

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i've been talking abt my voltron playlists and @iveofficiallygonemad asked to hear them and i want to share with anybody who wants!! i know they're not perfect, i'm working on them & trying to make them better. if you have any recommendations for any of them, let me know!! there's like A Lot and i want to give a lil explanation for most of them, so i'm putting them under the cut ^-^

SO first i have my favorite one <3 it's just. all of them. it's the whole team. it's a mess and it's a bunch of different genres because it's them fighting over the aux cord on a road trip. it's them trying to make each other laugh or annoy each other or play something catchy enough it will infect everyone in the vicinity with brain worms.

Hunk: i'm pretty happy with my Hunk playlist! chill vibes. he strikes me as the kind of guy who listens to calm music to try to find his own calm, and that's what i got here :)

Pidge: this is messier and less cohesive than my usual playlist because frankly i think pidge would have a shit taste in music. all over the board. this is a mix of meme songs and 8-bit covers and vocaloid and stuff that i think pidge would genuinely connect with, and i think pidge listens to all their music on shuffle without any regards for genre or mood because they're a gremlin. nobody gives pidge sole control of the aux.

Coran hears 80's music for the first time and loses his mind. He thinks ABBA is humanity's single greatest achievement.

Lance: i have ideas about where I'm going with this but haven't really settled yet. Lance seems like the kind of boy that loves to dance (is that canon? i forgot) so most of these are Bops That Make You Move in some way or another. he likes to present an upbeat face to the world, so there's no angsting in this playlist! we are clinging to the things that make us happy with both hands until our knuckles turn white!

Keith: i'm gonna be honest. i made him a playlist but i honestly don't think he cares about music very much. it's very important to some people! he's just not one of them! i haven't cracked this playlist open in a while but i'm pretty sure it's full of songs that i think he would conceivably train/work out to.

Shiro: this playlist involves the dumbest headcanon i have for shiro that has just not left me alone since i first thought of it. most of the playlist reflects the fact that he had an emo phase in middle school (that one isn't a headcanon, you just have to look at him to know) but BUT there are a few songs on here that are on here because. little known fact. he also went through a Twilight phase that he told nobody about. (keith knows. keith was there.) he has the entire twilight soundtrack memorized. he moved past the story but the music stays forever. he used to daydream about slow dancing to Flightless Bird, American Mouth. the first time Coran mentions that they have to avoid a place because there's a supermassive black hole there, he has to bite his tongue in order to keep a straight face. do NOT ask me why i believe this so wholeheartedly.

Allura's playlist sucks right now. I think it's because in my heart of hearts i know that, were she on earth today, she would go fucking nuts for taylor swift. i have ambivalent feelings for taylor swift. i cannot do allura justice like this. if you see my vision and have recs as to what might actually fit her, PLEASE.

Klance: i haven't done it yet but i'm gonna go through this and sort it to be a sort of progression of their relationship, starting with the more combative Rivalry songs, then slipping into "oh shit oh shit" songs, then maybe ending on the more lighthearted purely romantic songs <3

(i have two songs in a shallura playlist which does not at all encapsulate how much i'm obsessed with them. the tiny cop inside my head is just constantly screaming at me that i'm going to get yelled at for liking shallura. i am going to kill the cop inside my head.)

#mj talks #oooooh i don't know if i actually want to put this in the show tag. that's a lot of people. that's a lot of people that might see this.#fuck it we ball #voltron #anyway. as i said if you like music and you have songs that you think fit please send em over #also who wants to talk about shallura? i want to talk about shallura.#i rewatched the first ~3 seasons (the best part of the show and some of season 3) with my roommate a while back and.#ngl if we're strictly talking about the show itself and not fanworks. i care about shallura SO much more than i care about klance.#oh i should probably tag #klance #in case anyone has that blacklisted and just doesn't wanna see it #BACK TO MY POINT.#rewatch seasons 1 and 2 and you will see there was a REASON everyone included shallura in the background of their fics #and it wasn't just shoving 'space mom' and 'space dad' together #there is a very real and very compelling dynamic there. the mutual respect. the connection that comes with taking responsibility.#watch shiro's whole deal after allura gets herself captured so that he can go free and try telling me it's all in my head. just TRY.#anyway i have a lot of complicated thoughts about shiro's sexuality and most of them boil down to I Don't Think It Was Planned #i think they shoved it in last minute because somebody higher up #(not the writers i don't blame u writers i know that you have people breathing down your necks telling you what you can and can't do)#some higherup didn't like any queer storylines that might have been in the works and pulled them from the show #but then there was fan backlash because... gay people are loud now? people wanted A Queer In Space? wild thought #so they had to save their ass and actually deliver on what they had promised in interviews/on the internet/idk i didn't keep up too much #because it was so clumsily revealed! there was no buildup!#it felt very shoehorned to me unfortunately. when a) they had already built a solid and compelling potential relationship for shiro #(see above)#and b) klance was? right there? like. dude. you /had/ to have seen that. or at least some of it????#backstory dead fiance was not the best move vis a vis queer representation and i reject him #if you want me to care about a relationship try going back to storytelling basics and Show Don't Tell :)#not giving you brownie points for that 'queer representation' :)#anyway. that's my shallura manifesto in the notes.

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WHEW BOY this is a long one hello!! a new anon (me!!) has entered the battle with the need of some motivation for a scarian wip that has been in my docs for ((smirk smirk)) ages. probably . the next logical step was to finish and share my brainrot <3 but I’m terrible at keeping myself motivated so I wanted to share it with u!!! see what you think so far!! im also always open to ideas or criticism!!

basic rundown but it’s really just…romanticizing the idea of exes…getting better after taking some time apart…then awkwardly encountering each other and relearning how to love each other again…with none of the toxic. nasty stuff and just. fluff . also some sillies of course with boatem sharehouse, oblivious pals, and of course. pining scarian (always happy to go more into it if it sounds confusing!!)

Surely Scar noticed. He'd be a fool not to recognise his ex. Well. Maybe he was? A fool, that is.

He had done stupider things before - though somehow that was never a dealbreaker for Grian. Oddly enough, he usually found it endearing and definitely had his own faults that Scar greatly admired at the time and…

Hah. Look where that got them.

Grian shook his head to himself — no! No feeling sorry for yourself! It’s just - it’s easy for the mind to wander when the something you’ve been avoiding is suddenly at the bottom of the staircase and…

Scar’s hair had grown longer.

Grian bit his own tongue and his cheeks flushed. He was such an idiot sometimes. His face was feeling warm from…embarrassment. That was it. (He justified to nobody but himself)

It was something they used to do. Cut hair, that is. It was an intimate moment— things were said that could have never been taken back. Trust was exchanged. The backyard, the cicadas, and Scar’s hair, slowly getting shorter as Grian continued to ship at it. Scar insisted they take one of the stools outside so they could bask in the sunlight, and they had laughed when the stool ended up wobbly against the cobblestone and grass. Scar fell on his face a resounding two times.

Though the sun was actually nice. It surely didn’t give him a reason to go shirtless but - Grian inhales a chuckle - stopping himself before it comes out. In the past, he reminded himself.

“Be careful,”

Scar had told him, a laugh bubbled up in his throat. He looked absolutely enamoured with Grian.

“I’m always careful.”

Honestly.

He remembers the feeling of his hands running through Scar's fringe, short and usually styled though came out a little curled after a thorough rinse. Scar squirmed under Grian’s touch, so much so he ended up accidentally giving him a cut with the scissors.

(Scar still had the adorably stupid cat bandaid on the last time he saw the back of his neck, peeling at its ends. Surely, the cut would have healed completely by now.)

Then that irritating smell of conditioner and shampoo stuck in Grian's nostrils for the rest of the day. They weren’t living together; hadn’t quite considered it but bantered and daydreamed about the idea of it, so there was that after-shower smell. It was new to Grian - honey scented. With a dash of citrus.

He doesn’t…constantly think about it, but if honey did give Grian headaches and butterflies, then well…that’s a secret he’d bring to his grave.

Running a hand through his own hair, he couldn’t help but imagine Scar's. His hair back then was shorter than Grian's now, and his own bangs didn't feel quite right — it wasn't the same texture as Scar's. He continues to take another bite of the nutrition bar before feeling the weight of an empty wrapper crumpled up in his hand. Grian stared at it for maybe just a moment - his will to continue moping dying out.

finally picked up some courage to share this….hm don’t know why I was so intimidated

I have to say first, i absolitely ADORE your writing. oh my goodness- it's so amazing! and this idea? I LOVE IT. I'm a real sucker for the whole exes find each other again and fall in love all over again, but this time it's better. cuz theyre not toxic/immature anymore.. so good so good.. I would kiss you on the mouth /p if you finished writing this. The way you write the emotions, and describe the scene? OUGH beautiful, i can feel and see it in my mind

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post #Scarian

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iloveyoukyra · 2 months

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4/21/24 7:05pm

We been in no contact for 3 days. Im oddly not freaking out about it anymore.

I originally broke contact a while ago and we planned to meet. We did and you told me how good I was doing in comparison to you. I had no idea what to say. I can’t be honest with you anymore so it hurt me to have to bite my tongue around someone I instinctively trust, but my head knows that’s not true anymore. I need to keep acting with my head not my heart.

You said something about you not reaching out again. You gave me a reason that I don’t remember but it just sounded like a dull excuse. I didn’t fight it. I knew that I’d snap eventually and give up, you just gave up way sooner.

I couldn’t look at you. Not once. You prefaced us hanging out by saying “no romantic stuff” and I didn’t think twice about it..but looking at you stirs up all the sappy feelings I have for you. It’s bittersweet.

We didn’t get to hangout because your mom called and I had to take you home. You looked at me in the face when getting out, but told me you loved me. I felt myself biting my tongue yet again and avoiding your eyes.

For the next two days I tried initiating just to hangout, text, or call, and you blew me off over and over again. It really hurt my feelings and it was a slap in the face I needed.

After your last text I decided not to respond anymore. That was 3 days ago. It shows how much you didn’t value me/friendship/ any kind of relationship. It really hurt my feelings. After 7+ yrs of knowing each other bro. Idk man it’s just wild how quick you switched up.

My plan is to heal and grow as much as I can. I want to be a better version of myself for myself and others that I hold dear to me.

1. Gym

2. Working on my core wounds/attachment style/ triggers.

3. Acting less emotionally more rationally

4. Become more engaged at school

5. Try new things

6. Journaling

7. Therapy

8. Mindfulness and Self love.

I really want to change and grow as an individual. I’m eager to.

After reading all these psychology books I realized that I never have really worked on my core wounds and they are surfacing their way into my adult relationships, and that’s something I want to work on. As well as my attachment style from that core wound, I want to be secure with or without someone.

I will finish up my school this spring and leave for a few months back home so we can be physically separated again. There I’ll focus on myself physically, emotionally, and mentally. I want to be a different person the next time we cross paths.

Maybe in this time you’ll truly understand what you did and what you lost in return. Maybe you won’t. I can’t control that. I just can only hope. I thought what we had was a really good thing. I really did. But you have consistently chosen other people and things over me. Even as a long term friend I feel so disrespected and hurt. I know I don’t deserve this, yet I still want to come crawling back to you just to hear your laugh, or see your smile.

I really hope our time apart gives you time to also feel remorse and regret. You still haven’t admitted to anyone what you did, but will focus on all my wrong doings. It’s unfair. It’s so unfair because I’m the complete opposite of my friends, I tell them everything even the things I never wanted to admit, but that’s because what they tell me next will be a full honest response that I can use to further improve myself. I want to be the best version of myself and I want to learn and grow. You just keep avoiding out of fear, shame, and, guilt. You keep getting the information that you want to hear, not what you truly need to hear, but that again ties back to your personal agenda. I can’t influence that only you can actively decide to work on it. That hurts. And when I did bring it up you said “well what can I do now it’s in the past”. It’s just so aggravating. I wish you’d just listen to yourself and observe the conversations we have from a 3rd person perspective.

I guess you can say I’m starting to reach the angry stage of grief. While I’m still hurt, and sad, I find myself getting angry at things I overlooked just because I wanted you back so badly. I’m still not mad about the cheating and I hope I’ll reach that point soon. Maybe it will give me the push I need away from you.

I still am worried you’ve already started talking to another. Maybe you are. That’s not my business anymore and I’m trying so hard not to find out. If it’s true that also just shows me who you really are so yet again it’s bittersweet, but I can use it as motivation to keep moving forward.

I’m worried to see you Sunday. I know most likely you’ll be locked in your room, or out. I somehow wish it wouldn’t be that way, that you would come to me desperate to see me again, but that’s not how it is going to go. I just need to lock in and focus on MY boundaries. As much as I want it I know even seeing you will set me far far back. I can’t even look at you. I’d try to speak or I’d try to touch you and that’s not good for me or either of us.

If it were for some reason my deepest fantasy played out and I got to see you come to me asking to speak or for a hug I feel like I’d cave in. I’m so worried. Last time at the apartment you hugged me and then tossed me aside again. I can’t keep letting it happen. It hurts so bad. You get to choose when you want and have me whereas I don’t.

I’m also scared about sex. This last two times were fine, but again you ignored me the two following days. I know for a fact if you came up to me after a workout or something I would cave in so fast OR HOPEFULLY I will excuse my self and give myself time to process it. But brooooo. It’s like dream after dream I have about you which sucks. I wake up wanting you, I go to sleep wanting you. It’s no one else. No one else can capture my heart like you. It hurts so bad knowing that’s not the same for you tho lol. You’re just using me till you find what you want, I know. It hurts so bad. I was fine with you being my one and only but you’re not. It hurts so freaking bad brooo. Every intimate moment I’ve shared with you was special to me. I never let another soul see me the many different ways you have, and I planned on that forever, but you on the other hand dgaf and are also using me knowing it hurts me, your only thinking about your short term gratification. It’s partially my fault because my boundaries are nonexistent and that’s something I’m working on. I’m just ashamed and embarrassed because I want you so bad, and I see it as a sacred act of love and you just see it as “oh he’s easy and available”. Ouch!

In all honesty I dream that I give you space, so much of it, you realize you fucked up badly. You’ll see me changed and better and realize you fucked up. I hope you’ll finally have addressed some of your issues too. You’ll be better bc you put in the work! You’ll be remorseful and want me back in your life. You’ll slide back into my life somehow, I’ll give it a shot, we both feel the same sparks as before and hop right back into a better version of our past relationship. A secure, healthy, communicative, loving, respectful relationship. We ease slowly into it because I want us to both be rational with our feelings and minds and that can take a while.

I know I shouldn’t have to beg for you, I shouldn’t have to emotionally bend for you, I shouldn’t have to warp my boundaries to please you, I shouldn’t have to overlook what you did. I deserve a good friend who is respectful, understanding, and caring. I really hope one day you can become this person for me. Right now I don’t even know who you are.

If not hopefully these next few months will give me enough time to process and reflect on everything to effectively move on. Maybe we will never speak again, maybe I’ll never see you again. I really wish it wouldn’t be so uncertain but it’s out of my control.

I want to improve on me to be the best version of myself for me. If you choose not to stick with me that’s ok. I’ll let it go, and move forward. The only thing I can control is how I respond.

If it comes, let it.

If it goes, let it.

#Spotify

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rina-writes · 2 years

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tell me to stop at anytime bc imma just keep sending requests LOL but i just remembered jack saying he wants a girl that will yell at him and straighten him the fuck out but i know for a fact he would just get turned on by it 😭

Hiii :D I love when you send requests (esp. when you come off anon hehe). I think so too!! I feel like he would see it as a challenge, hence my little blurb. Also, thanks for being my first beta reader hehe

Deep Breathing

Warnings: GN!reader, AngerIssues!reader lol, suggestive towards the end, fluffy?

Breathe in for four seconds.

Hold it for four seconds.

Let it out for four to seven seconds.

That was the advice your therapist gave you on how to bring your heart rate down from an “arousal” state back to a state to think rationally. It was all part of the process to controlling your anger. Most applicably, reducing your tendency to snap at people. For as long as you could remember, you were known for having a fire tongue. Your words dripped with sarcasm and what you didn’t say out loud, your face said in volumes. Your death stare and cold voice when you were upset struck fear into everyone who knew you. It was really the switch between “Oh Y/n is so funny” to “Oh Y/n is not joking,” that seemed to jar people the most.

When you started dating the sweet and charming Kentucky boy a few months ago, everyone warned you about tapering your sarcasm. More often than not the advice summed up to being “nice.” And it really was everyone telling you this: friends, family, co-workers, neighbors. Even though people didn’t know it was Jack Harlow, the moment they heard you were dating a country boy, they worried your temper would break him into pieces.

You were a bit blindsided by the warnings. No one ever called you mean. After all, you never said things to hurt people’s feelings. You didn’t go out of your way to ruin someone’s day or tell them something they didn’t need to hear. At the same time, you didn’t sugar coat stuff. You said things directly to avoid confusion and if the way that you said things came with an annoyed tone, that was just your fee for being a good person.

You liked Jack, a lot. He made you laugh, showered you with affection, and helped you to let your guard down. But, not so far down that you let him see hear the infamous “Dragon Throat.” You did your breathing exercises, you went for walks, and you sent long rants to your friends in group chats all to protect him from blowing up at the wrong time.

However, there were times like these where you didn’t have the chance to give him a buffer. You were so fuming mad that you had to unleash it at that very moment. There was a part of you tucked deep inside that seemed to be watching in third person, shaking their head and covering their eyes as you stormed over to Jack, laundry in hand. That part of you felt bad for Jack who looked like a defenseless puppy with his big blue eyes staring up at you with confusion as he enjoyed watching Entourage on his day off.

“Babe what’s wron--”

“What the hell is this, Harlow?” You asked him, as you tossed the soiled boxers into his lap.

Jack’s eyes widened at the bite in your voice. “Uhm, my underwear?”

“No, apparently it’s a f-cking dish rag because I found it on the countertop instead of in the hamper where I asked you to put it three hours ago.” You gestured around to the apartment. “Look at this place! You haven’t been on tour in a month and it still looks like Old Macdonald’s Farm and probably smells worse. How can you live like this? Animals can’t even live like this!”

“Uh…” Jack’s mouth opened wide, but no other sound came out. He was sitting frozen on the couch, his palms pressed into the cushions, the tossed underwear still hanging off his bare shoulder.

“I know it’s your day off, but it’s mine too.” You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “Yet, while you watch television adding more to the mess…” You gestured to the empty takeout containers on the dining table. “...I’m scrubbing, doing laundry, vacuuming wondering why ‘no one helps me in this house’ and then having an existential crisis because I sound like my mother.”

“Ok--”

“And I’m not complaining…” You paused a bit. “...okay, I am complaining. But I asked you to do one thing which was to pick up your dirty laundry and put it in the washing machine. And you can’t even do that. Like--”

Jack stood up, grabbing your face and kissing you hard. Your eyes widened as you pushed at his chest. Jack moved backward, mostly because he released you and less because you actually pushed him that hard.

“Damn, you are so fine…” Jack muttered, his blue irises dark with desire. He swallowed, his eyes studying your lips again as if planning an attack.

“I’m serious right now, Jack!” You yelled.

“Me too, baby.” Jack said, wrapping arms around you, your nose coming into contact with his white tank top. Brushing against the top of your thigh, you felt a hardness straining against the fabric of his dark sweat pants.

“Jack, you can’t be--” Jack bent down and tossed you over his shoulder, walking you to the bedroom.

You gasped, your fists pounding on his back as you protested to no avail. You watched as the living room disappeared behind him; the mess that you would no doubt have to clean up later mocking you as well.

“Been awhile since I seen that attitude of yours.” Jack chuckled. “And I’m going to f-ck it right out of you, baby.”

Jack tossed you on to the bed, standing at the foot of it, grinning at you. You sat up, frowning.

“We were in the middle of a conversation, Jack! We don’t have time for this. I just want you to do your share today.”

Breathe in for 4 seconds.

Jack sunk down to his knees. He grabbed you by your hips to pull you closer to him. A soft moan left your lips despite trying to hold it in.

Hold it for 4 seconds.

He pressed his shoulders into the back of your thighs to allow your legs to dangle behind him. He looked up at you.

“I promise, I’ll do the laundry once I’m done…” Jack mulled over the word for a moment before adding in a husky voice, “...repenting.”

Let it out for 4 to 7 seconds.

As you felt Jack moving your clothing to get to work, your breath got caught in your throat. Suddenly, everything you were mad about seemed a little less important. This was an unexpected reaction to your “Dragon Throat.” Perhaps everyone was wrong and you should snap at him more. You gripped his hair earning an appreciative grunt from Jack as you tossed your head back in pleasure.

You would have to let your therapist know that the breathing exercises weren’t working out too well. However this new technique that you used to get out your anger was taking your breath away.

Jack.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #r-writes-fic

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mochikeiji · 3 years

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Looking Like U Got Me

Request: "Prompt no. 56 and 55 for Gojo ＼(^o^)／"

55. "You look like my husband/wife"

56. "Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster"

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x Reader

↠ Warning: none! Simply fluff

↬ Word Count: 1.7k

↠ a/n: i accidentally mixed up prompts 55 and 57 ;-; but still hoping this turns out good!!

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event!

All he wanted was to wake up in bed, next to you— who would cuddle deeper in his arms even in slumber so he'd smother you with his kisses and tighten his hold around you and drift back to sleep longer, finally free of responsibilities for once and enjoy quality time with his only favorite person. But instead he wakes up with a groan passing through his lips, supporting his back side with his hand while shuffling to his side in a different position as the light sun rays shun through the window blinds, softly fanning his eye and forehead.

Gojo chuckles a bit before wincing. His lower back so tensed that he feels himself get older by the day. Pouting at the empty space next to him, he palms the cold sheet in wonder of where you are. Up so early in the morning when you could've just stayed in for him. How annoying. His eyes shut for moment when the scent coming from outside the room intruded his senses. Ah, you must be cooking breakfast. How sweet of you.

Thank goodness it wasn't another batch of dried crackers or cup of noodles that'll enter his mouth. He was never one to cook meals when he was on solo or when you weren't around. The very thought of not only the meal was awaiting for him outside, but also you excites him that it made him feel tingly inside. Call it dramatic, yeah, but it's not every day someone gets to wake up and immediately feel this full of love in the morning. You were the only and last love he's ever wanted to have in this world. It was so surreal even to him.

Sighing before pushing himself up, Gojo yawns out the remains of drowsiness in his system and stands. He didn't bother wearing a shirt since last night, claiming that he misses how his body rubs off yours in both comforting and suggestive ways. Plus it was just you and him home, he'd rather walk naked than wear the usual long sleeved uniform on a warm day.

The scent of coffee got stronger as he closes in his journey towards the kitchen. There was faint sizzling coming from the pan as you stood there in attendance. Stuck in your own little world, swaying to the sound of the radio playing, U got Me by Yung Heazy. It was one of the few songs that reminded you of Gojo back when you were both high schoolers. The exact song you remembered playing when you both hung out on a small cafe in Tokyo. Where he was so flustered, attempted to hide his blushes with his round glasses. The little things that reminded you of that memory never fails to make your heart race.

Of course Gojo knows this one as well. Because it was on that date as well he had call you, "his" after masking his embarrassment and from obviously checking you out every minute. How could he contain himself? He was a young man who was having trouble in the arts of love. Nevertheless he was glad to have grown up from those years. If his younger self could see him now, he'd be gagging at the sight of a softer version of his older self.

Snaking his arms around your torso carefully to avoid surprising you, he places his chin above your shoulder. Salivating at the sight of thick bacon in deep frying, shamelessly letting you know he was hungry from the sound of his stomach growling. "This is a nice way to greet me." you smile at the man behind you, who had his eyes closed in delight while rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat in need of attention. "Good morning to you as well, sweet cheeks." he says after pressing a kiss on your skin.

"You got up early." whining softly, his hair and nose tickling the side of your neck and shoulder, "I was hoping to stay longer y'know?" trailing his hands underneath the his shirt you were wearing, mapping out on all the skin he could squish and hold with his large palms. Noticeably pressing himself closer to your body, the much needed space gone but you weren't complaining. After all, this was Gojo, a man who knows no boundaries.

"I wanted to make breakfast for you. We haven't had one together since we're both busy." you say as you grabbed the nearby plate, turning off the stove as the now cooked meal sizzles softly from the pan before sliding down to the porcelain surface. In attempt to lick his lips at the now prepared food, his tongue grazes upon your skin, sending you to jolt a bit, hearing the joyous laughter from him as he places a kiss on the spot as an apology.

"W-why don't you go sit down, there's rice bowls and cooked eggs prepared already." stammering, you quickly excused yourself away from his embrace to clean out the mess from the counter. Gojo sighs out the adoration but obliges to your command. Not long after you had finally settled down in front of him. Seeing him in all smiles as he scarfs down on his food made you smile as well. Thank goodness his blindfold was off, they looked adorable twinkling in happiness.

This felt nice. To have an opportunity to be a normal couple once again. So many times you could only daydream of scenarios like this. He could say the same as now that you were present on the usual spot he'd come home to empty. Often dozing off during meetings thinking of where you were or how you were, the multiple times Megumi has fed up with his whining about how he never gets to see or have more time with you. Nobara even pointed out a fact saying, "You act as if you're both married." and Yuuji, being the happy child of the three had said something that always ponder in his mind, "Why don't you marry each other yet, sensei?"

It was a statement he's been considering for a long time. Marriage. Of course Gojo wanted to marry you after years of torment love. To have his precious students say that you both already looked as if you were married got him all heart racing, and very very happy. He's had vivid images of a life with you. Not far from what it is today, but imagine. Unlimited happiness after so long of fearing it. Perhaps maybe even tiny legs running around, giving him such big love as his grows for the family he's craved, watching you smile beside the doorway and calling them in for a meal.

If marrying you means he can have that every day, then the hell with it.

"You look like my wife."

The spoon drop echoes. Slowly his face erupted into a faint blush while staring back at your widened eyes and opened mouth. "What?" gulping down the stuck food in your throat, Gojo bites his lips watching you maintain your composure. So cute. "Y-you know you say funny stuff when you're out of it. Maybe some daifuku would help? Yeah! Wait a sec." quickly getting up from your seat and rummaging in your fridge, you breathed out the heavy puff of air from your lungs.

He did not just say that so directly towards you. Maybe you were dreaming? You wouldn't be if your heart wasn't practically being forced out. Gojo is always fun and games, right? He doesn't mean that.

Sad to think of it that way.

"Ow!" thumping your head above the fridge as you grabbed some of the take outs of Daifuku you got yesterday, closing the fridge back before returning shortly to Gojo, who seemed as out of it as you were. "You did say your brain functions best when you eat sweets. Luckily for you I bought these yesterday. That's why I cooked earlier now because I wanted to try it out with you!"

Gojo can't tell if he wants to be offended at the fact that you think he was joking or just now, cover his half of his face to hide his laughter and igniting squeals. God he wished he had his phone right now, the moment was just so priceless and precious as you were.

"...ter"

Muffles from behind his hand was heard. Tilting your head to the side, trying to process what he said but no avail. "What was that?" you moved a little closer next to him, tapping his hand away almost eagerly. When he does, you spot that knowing smile present on his lips and the uncharacteristic blush still painted on his cheeks.

"Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster, honey."

You've gotten more shy when his hand held yours in the most loving way while drawing patterns. Searching through his eyes if he was playing around, but you were met with ones you know of when they were full of sincerity. "I-i. You know, they were so cheap anyways and I figured you'd want them." he snorts before leaning his head on your arm and laughs hysterically. It was painfully obvious that you were in state of shock that you couldn't even process his words.

Up until now the effect he has on you was still there like before.

"Sweetie." he turns his body away from the table to face you, pulling you so that you were standing in between his legs looking down shyly on the floor. "I'm serious." his fingers reached for your chin to pull your head up to meet his features. His other hand still holding your smaller one; index finger tracing your ring finger in circular motions as if he was creating a make believe ring.

He should thank himself for falling in love and be trusting once again.

Because now, staring back at your eyes filled with the same amount of emotions as his. Reciprocating the exact thing he was feeling. Waking up just to start the day already wanting him to be there. Knowing all the littlest things he's shared. Hearing the erratic sound of both of your heart beats.

He knew he's made the right choice.

"You really do look like my wife. My future."

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo scenarios #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo imagine #gojou satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojou x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #raines: gogatsu event

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame.

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

—

Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels.

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers.

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless.

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom. Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,” Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear.

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her.

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again.

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife.

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat.

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction.

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?”

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

—

Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

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She Loves Me, She Loves My Knot | Pro Hero Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader (nsfw, 18+)

hii!! i don’t see many people who write ABO for MHA so I’m glad i found you!!

Can we have a scenario where Bakugou’s omega is generally really tough and seems rather indifferent to everything — however she’s a little afraid of taking Katsuki’s knot for the first time and he tries his best to help her through that process? Sorry if it’s a little obscure but I love the idea of Bakugou being soft and caring but only for his spicy little omega.

Fem reader if you can but if you’d rather opt for gender neutral that’s fine too!! Please keep writing ABO, i love all your things! 🥺🤍

Um hi YES, I really love ABO stuff and I also wanted to see more, so I was like...welp, I guess it’s my time to rise and write my OWN haha! I went with a fem reader for this one, because I feel like that’s what I’m best at writing. If you want a gender neutral version too, let me know and I can post an alternate one!

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Warnings: nsfw, knotting, creampies, some breeding kink

Word count: 2,124

You were a spitfire, and that’s what he loved about you the most. His spicy, fiery little omega, who was better than every other omega to ever walk the earth. From the moment he met you, when he had nearly trampled you in the street in pursuit of an asshole villain and you had threatened to kick in the teeth of the number 4 pro hero, he knew you were something special. Nobody ever stood up to him like that, especially not when he was out on the job, but you? A little omega who smelled so sweet and looked so delicious? You weren’t afraid of him at all.

He wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he had scented you immediately, his inner alpha getting possessive already. Bakugou didn’t smell any other alphas on you, and he didn’t want to. With his strong, terrifying scent clinging to you, he knew nobody else would try to make any moves, and as you stood there glaring at him, he had given you a smirk, told you to “call my agency sometime, babe,” and then taken off.

Of course, you didn’t call his agency.

You showed up in person, marching right in and demanding to see him that very evening. Though at first you had seemed angry with him, you quickly told him (with a harsh glare and a snarl that he found absolutely adorable) that he was going to court you, and it was going to start now.

And who was he to deny such a straightforward, cute omega? The two of you were together by the end of the week.

He almost found it hard to believe that you were an omega sometimes. You were so tough, so unbothered by the world. Whenever you were out and about and you caught an alpha leering at you, you were always quicker than Katsuki when it came to snapping at them to fuck off.

You weren’t the kind of omega who let anybody shove you around, and Bakugou loved that about you. It made him puff his chest up with pride, knowing that he had someone who wouldn’t take any shit. Your scent was strong and your will was even stronger, and he knew that when the time came, you would be the perfect, toughest, best mother to his pups.

You weren’t even mated yet, and he was absolutely sure that you were the one he wanted to spend his life with. You brought out something different in him, some kind of gentle, caring side that he never, ever let anyone else see. You were big and bad, yeah, but he was bigger and badder, and he was always going to protect you, no matter what.

“Babe, I’m home,” he called one night, trudging into your shared apartment. You had moved in together quickly, getting a place in one of the nicest parts of the city.

He heard you coming before he saw you, and before he even had his boots off, you were launching yourself at him. He caught you easily, grinning at the way you peppered his neck and jaw in kisses. It was probably the cutest, least tough thing you ever did, and god, did he love it.

“Miss me or Somethin’?” He teased, kicking his shoes off and carrying you to the bedroom.

“I had the day off and it was boring as shit,” you said bluntly. “I’ve been horny all day without you around to help...”

He paused, taking a whiff. “You’re not in heat. You just like me that much, omega?”

“Don’t be a dick.” You nipped at his jaw sharply and he recoiled.

Some alphas would never let their omega treat them like that, but Bakugou? Oh, he loved it.

He grinned, tossing you down onto the bed before you had a chance to take a chunk out of his face. “So needy...bet you spent all day touchin’ yourself, thinkin’ of me...”

“No I did not,” you huffed indignantly, looking up at him. “You think too highly of yourself.”

He laughed. Your arousal was hanging heavy in the air, betraying your words. The smell of it was like a drug, and as he inhaled, you could see Bakugou’s pupils dilate.

The sight turned you on even more, warmth pooling between your legs as your cheeks flushed. Scarlet eyes, calculating and predatory, pinned you down, holding you in place as your boyfriend grinned, exposing his big alpha fangs.

Fuck, he was hot.

“Sounds like you need to be reminded why I’m your alpha, baby.” He growled, crawling over you.

"Fuck, Katsuki,” you whined as he attacked your neck, biting at your scent glands and grinning at the way you squirmed.

He sucked your skin between his teeth, working at it, determined to leave covered in hickeys for the world to see. You didn’t have a mating mark yet, but oh, did he love making sure that everybody knew exactly whose omega you were.

You bit your lip at the dull pain, back arching up off the bed slightly. “K-Katsuki...”

“Hmm?” He looked up at you. “Look at you, so pretty and flustered for me already...what a good little omega...”

He knew exactly how to tease you. You spent all day sassing Katsuki, showing him how independent you were, but deep down, he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you. In the bedroom, he could make you absolutely melt with only a few words, and it was one of his favorite things to do.

“I can smell how much you want me,” he purred. “So desperate, so needy...”

His fingers slipped up under your shirt, pushing your clothing out of the way as his hands found your tits. He gave them a generous squeeze, grinning when you let out a loud gasp. He could play you like a fiddle, and he reveled in the sweet noises you made for him.

Your hands reached for him, tugging at his pants. He took the hint and stepped back, giving you a heated look that said “clothes off. Now.”

A few moments later, you were both naked, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. Katsuki’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, your nails digging into his back. If he noticed the pain, he didn’t act like it, always allowing you to practically shred him to bits while he pounded into you. Secretly, he loved the marks you left, admiring his back in the mirror whenever he thought you weren’t watching.

You felt the head of his cock nudging at your pussy and moaned eagerly, burying your face in his neck.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“Come on,” you whined.

“Tell me what you want,” he grinned, holding himself still.

“Katsuki!” You bucked your hips, trying to get closer to him.

He held you down. “Use your words.”

You dug your heels into his lower back in an effort to push him in, but he was too strong, resisting your attempts with a smug look on his face.

“I want your cock!” You finally relented, letting out a needy whine that you hoped would sway him.

“Good girl,” he growled, rolling his hips forward.

You shuddered at the feeling of him entering you. No matter how many times he fucked you, you would never be able to get over how big he was. It was part of the reason you hadn’t taken his knot yet, always asking him to pull out before it could swell. As he bottomed out inside of you, you were reminded of just how thick his cock was, and how much thicker that knot had to be.

As tantalizing as it was, it was also terrifying.

“Fuck,” he grunted, holding himself above you with a hand on either side of your head. “God damn, you feel so good...I’m not gonna last long at this rate, fuck...”

You were like putty in his hands when he talked like that. His voice was already so deep and rough, but his sex voice was godlike. You whimpered beneath him, tightening your legs around his waist as he pounded into you, clinging to him for dear life as his thrusts grew harder and harder.

“Katsuki,” you gasped, voice muffled by his neck.

“You like that?” He growled, slamming into you hard enough to scoot you up the bed slightly.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, yes, please...more...”

He moved his head, tongue swiping up the side of your neck before he took your lips in a kiss. You whined and moaned into it, your skin heating up as you felt yourself unraveling, and when you finally did, you were seeing stars. He barely even had to try, and Bakugou gave you the best orgasms of your life.

Your walls squeezed around him as he rode it out, trying to milk his cock. It was good, it was delicious, it was too much for him to stand.

“L-let me knot you,” he moaned low in your ear.

You were coming down from your high, head feeling fuzzy. “Hm?”

“I wanna knot you,” he repeated, more impatient this time. “Please.”

You were beginning to snap back to attention again. “Katsuki...”

“What’s wrong?” He panted, trying to taunt you like usual. “You scared or somethin’?”

When you bit your lip, he slowed his pace, looking at you seriously.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded hesitantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You’re afraid of my knot? ...why?”

“You’re just...really big...” you mumbled, looking away to avoid his eyes. “It’ll hurt...”

“Hey,” he said gently, rocking his hips against yours slowly now. “Look at me, babe.”

He took your chin in his hand, turning your head.

“I’m your alpha.” He said roughly. “And I’m gonna take care of you.”

The look in his eyes made your heart flutter. “But...”

“I wanna knot you.” He said again, dipping down to nip at your earlobe. “I wanna fill you up...”

A shiver flew up your spine, that familiar tingle returning to your groin. Fuck, just his voice could make you cum, practically...and honestly, you were aching for him to knot you. You wanted to feel full, to be as close to him as possible.

“Be gentle?” You asked.

“Of course, baby.” He kissed your jaw, his hand slipping down to hold the side of your neck as he quickened his pace again. After only a few moments, he growled, leaning back and pulling out, leaving you feeling painfully empty. “Roll over.”

You obeyed, turning onto your stomach. When you moved too slowly, Katsuki pulled you up by your hips until you were on your hands and knees, ass presented for him.

“Gorgeous,” he growled appreciatively, guiding his cock back into you and moaning when he sank in even deeper.

You moaned loudly, burying your face in the pillows as he began pounding into you again. Your thighs were already quivering, and when you felt his fingers rubbing at your clit, you immediately lost it.

“Fuck!” You cried out, clawing at the bed. “More, please, Katsuki—“

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pushed into you hard.

You felt his hips stutter before he held you against him in his vice grip, breaths ragged in your ear as he let out the loudest, most delicious, breathy moan you had ever heard. He pumped his seed into you, giving a few sharp thrusts as he emptied himself.

Then, you felt it.

“Easy, baby,” he said lazily, leaning against you as he tried to catch his breath.

His knot was swelling, stretching your pussy in a way you had never felt. You whimpered nervously, swallowing hard as you tried not to freak out. You were waiting for pain, but while it was beginning to feel impossibly tight, it...wasn’t terrible.

“That’s it,” your alpha crooned, smoothing a hand up your spine. “Fuck, you even take my knot so well...”

You started to relax as you calmed down, your body allowing his knot to grow to its full size. It was big, huge, even, but as Katsuki guided you to lay down on your side with him, you were beginning to feel smug. Yeah, you had the best alpha, and he had the best, biggest knot.

“How’s it feel?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Mm. Not bad.” You replied. The post sex haze was beginning to set in, and you were growing tired.

“Good girl.” He nuzzled against your scent glands, inhaling deeply. “Knew you could take it no problem.”

“I wasn’t even really worried.” You lied, trying to sound tough.

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

You snuggled back against him. “I like it.”

“Yeah? Good. Because I am never going to stop knotting you now.”

#alpha!bakugou #alpha!bakugou x omega!reader #request #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years

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Animal Instinct (Werewolf x Reader)

Pairing: Male!Reader/Male!Werewolf

Warning: NSFT Content up ahead (18+ only), Non-Con, Predator-Prey Dynamics, Degradation

Word Count: 2454 words

Summary: You're caught by the beast hunting you, but he makes it clear killing you isn't his goal.

Request: Could ya do a Male werewolf x Male reader. And make it like a predator and prey scenario which turns spicy (SMUT) Plssssssssss😙

A/N: I’m gonna be honest y’all, this one is SPICY 🌶. I’ve added a short optional aftercare scene at the end, which establishes it as a consensual roleplay between two lovers, mostly because of the intensity of this piece. But if straight non-con is your thing, then enjoy!

The bite of the branches sting as you push through them, tearing at your clothes and leaving small scrapes along your skin. But anything is better than what runs behind you, taunting and screeching it’s horrible laugh.

“You can run all you want! But Imma still get you!” The voice cackles, the sound of large branches cracking as he easily tails you. The thump of his paws grow louder and louder, but you keep running anyway. A part of you says its fruitless, but a larger part of you is focusing all your energy on just fucking moving.

Don’t look back, Don’t look back, Don’t look back- That sickening hyena laugh rings through your ears as you are tackled to the ground. Tiny pebbles scratch your back as you and your assailant fall into a clearing in the forest, his large body pinning your shoulders to the ground. You clench your eyes shut, praying for this all to be a dream. That all you’re feeling is an extra heavy quilt your mother threw over you, not this….this thing.

“Gotcha.” He whispers, his wet breath blowing right past your ear. You scrunch up your face and jerk your head to the side, trying to avoid the muggy scent. He chuckles. “I told you.” He leers, a drop of saliva dripping onto your cheek. “Now,” He grabs your jaw, the tips of his claws pressing into your skin, and forces your head towards him, “Look at me.”

You hesitantly open your eyes, blinded by the shocking white canines which hang above you, dripping with drool and exhaling hot breathes of exertion. Your eyes dart up, trying to avoid his gaze, but his claws dig even deeper into your cheeks. “I said look at me, bitch.”

You suck in a deep breath, eyes finally meeting your attacker’s.

One is bright golden, glowing in the darkness, while the other is a faded white. The dull pink scar that runs up the left side of his face goes right across it, only adding to his menacing veneer. His smile is sickly, conniving, and he has the gall to pat your cheek; A reward for listening.

“Good, good. Now, ain’t that a handsome face?”

You don’t answer, the beast’s claws still pressed dangerously close to your neck. You gulp and the creature smiles, relishing in your fear. You can’t help but yelp when his wet nose presses against your throat, taking a large whiff. The creature shivers, his tongue lolling out in pleasure.

“You smell so delicious.” He takes another sniff, right up against your Adam’s Apple. “I love it when they run. Makes it all the more….” His long tongue licks a stripe up your neck, running from the clavicle all the way to your jaw, “Tantalizing.”

He keeps his right hand tight around your jugular while his other slides down your chest. His claws begin to catch on the fabric, tugging until it begins to leave small holes. You force your eyes upward, afraid to ask what he was doing. He eventually reaches the bottom of your shirt, where he grows impatient with his own teasing. In one quick movement, your entire shirt is ripped clean off of you. Goosebumps rise across your skin as your torso is exposed to the outside air. Your chest heaves with anxiety.

“Please.” Your voice begs, tears at the corner of your eyes. “Please just do it quickly.”

The creature clicks his teeth, tossing aside the tatters of your shirt and pulling his face away from your neck. You meet his gaze. His hungry, lusting gaze. He licks his lips, admiring your flushed and sweaty skin. He traces dangerous circles around your nipples with his claws, enjoying how you jump at the contact.

“Sorry, little one.” He grabs the back of your head, limbs moving so fast you barely have time to react, pulling you in for a passionate, sloppy kiss. His canines nip your bottom lip and he easily forces his tongue down your throat. You gag and thrash your upper body around, but his body weight has you pinned and his mouth is ravenous. When he finally detaches, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, he only smiles and whispers, “I intend to take my time tonight.”

He digs his claws into your hair and yanks your upper body upward and off the ground, your elbows pushing back to support the awkward angle. He lifts his lower body off yours, revealing his tattered shorts and massive bulge. It sends shivers down your spine, feeling your stomach drop as he hastily undoes his trouser strings with one hand. Your scalp stings as he keeps it in place, right before he pulls out his cock. Your eyes widen and the creature cackles in delight. He spits into his paw and slathers his cock as he strokes it quickly, the hot-red tip being only inches away from your face.

His cock is thick, girthy and still almost eight inches long. Prominent veins run up the underside and converge at his head, which curves slightly upward. The skin of the shaft shines as his saliva lubes it up.

The creature yanks on your scalp and presses the tip of his cock up against your lips. You clench them shut, but can still taste the slight saltiness of his pre-cum. The creature tightens his grip on your hair and lets out a low growl.

“Open up.” He sneers, pulling on your hair when you falter for a second. You slowly open your mouth, praying he’ll take it easy on your poor throat. Before he slips his head in, the creature lets out another snarl. “Don’t even think about using your teeth. You won’t like me when I’m pissed.” You nod, the tip of his cock slowly resting on the tip of your tongue.

The creature doesn’t shove his cock down your throat, to your relief. Instead, he slowly forces your lips wider and wider as he slots it into your mouth, lavisciously moaning as he feels you clench and gag on his size.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” His cock hits the back of your throat, pressing uncomfortably up against your gag reflex. The creature licks his lips and his eyes roll into the back of his head. His claws dig into your scalp once more, but he avoids cutting your skin. When he looks back down at you, tears dropping from the corner of your eyes, he smiles. “Not that it would help you right now,” The creature says with a small thrust, forcing you to nearly choke. “But the name’s Riven.”

Another thrust and you try to ignore the overwhelming urge to vomit. Riven picks up his pace, his sweaty fur pressing up against your cheeks as he begins to fuck your face. His heavy balls slap your chin as he pulls out until only an inch as left, right before shoving you right back into his crotch. His moans turn into contented purrs and howls, his humps becoming sloppier and sloppier with each minute. Each thrust pounds the back of your throat, tears now freely flowing down your cheeks. You close your eyes and just focus on not scratching him with your teeth, lest it be the last mistake you make.

“Unng, gods. You were made for this, huh?” Riven strokes up your jaw with his free hand, before slowly moving down to your neck. “My little fucktoy. Throat just perfect for cock-sucking. Fuck!” He moans, stuck in his own ramblings as you try to not taste the salt of his dick. “Such a handsome boy, just asking for someone to shove their dick in your mouth, aren’t you?”

If you had the ability to form coherent thoughts any more, you might have shaken your head. But all your energy is spent on sending your consciousness away from here, trying to breathe through your nose and not choke on this beast's giant cock. Riven licks his lips.

“Oh, I bet you want it. Yeah, I think you do, little slut.” Riven pulls his dick out of your mouth and you gasp for a breath of fresh air. The taste of his dick still lingers on your tongue, and slobber runs down your chin and off his dick and rivulets. Your eyes begin to blur, but are brought back into focus when Riven slaps your cheek. A playful one, but still very jarring. “You’ve been so good to me so far. I’ll give you what you need, as a favor.” Your eyebrows quirk, befuddled, not letting the hope that he’ll let you go simmer in your chest. Riven wipes away the tear tracks that mark your face. It’s a shockingly romantic gesture.

But then he shoves your face into the grass, turning you so you lie on your stomach, and hastily ripping off your shorts. You didn’t think it was possible, but your stomach drops even lower, your heart seizing as you feel his claws fondle your ass.

“No, N-no, please-” Your mouth is shoved back into the grass, your body shaking as the wet head of Riven’s dick begins to circle around your asshole.

“Shut up and let me treat you.” Riven spits onto your butt, rubbing his saliva into your tight hole. The tip of his forefinger begins to press into the ring of muscle and your body instinctively tries to move away. Riven grabs your shoulder with one hand and pins you down. “I’m not always this nice. Fucking enjoy it, ungrateful slut.”

Two of Riven’s fingers force their way into you and the guttural whine that comes from you makes Riven laugh. You clench your eyes shut, burying your face into the rough ground below.

Please, just make it quick.

You pray, knowing the creature would never listen if you asked.

Riven spreads you open with his fingers, pushing and pulling at your insides, only just grazing at the sensuous spot; The spot that sends jolts of electricity down your body, the one that makes your knees shake. They only tease and hint at what’s to come, bringing you only a hint of pleasure.

He pulls them out, quickly lining up his head with your asshole. You murmur more prayers into the ground, trying not to give him the satisfaction of your pleas.

His cock feels even bigger than when it was in your mouth, but Riven still takes his sweet time inserting himself all the way. His claws dig up the dirt, his breath washing over your neck as he leans his chest over your back. You can feel his thick fur rubbing against your t-shirt, moist and thick with sweat. He grunts as he slowly enters you, and growls into your ear when he’s reached the base. He whispers to you, voice stuttering,

“T-told you you 're made for this.”

Riven begins to hump, his hands moving up to your hips to pull you back against his crotch. The noises that leave you, tiny whines and whimpers, are unconscious and impossible for you to keep in. Riven moans and lets out long breaths as he fucks your asshole, his claws pinching against the thin skin of your pelvis as his thrusts in frequency. His dirty-talk is cut short as he simply enjoys the way you suck him in; He can see the way your body tenses and jolts every time he hits your prostate.

Riven loves the fucked-out look you have. You don’t realize it, but your tongue is sticking out of your mouth. Your muffled cries are all he needs, especially with how delicious your ass feels around his cock. Tight and barely-prepared, your beautiful back arching against him only brings him deeper inside you.

Black spots dot your vision as Riven rails you into the ground. Your hips have started to go numb from the brutality, the white scratches on your hips barely leaving an impact on your nerves. But that overwhelming heat remains; that tightness in your belly that reminds you where you are and what you’re feeling. You hate it, hate it so much, but the way his cock presses against that spot feels so good.

Your muscles slowly lose control and go limp from the pleasure, and you feel Riven’s thrust get more and more impassioned. You squeal as he fucks you harder and harder, that crashing wave slowly reaching its peak.

“Cum on my cock. Then I’ll fill you up, like the good little bitch you are.” Your fingers curl into the grass as Riven’s dick twitches inside you, his moans uncontrollable as he reaches his own climax as well. That knot in your belly slowly begins to snap; Closer, closer, closer-

“Fuck, fuck!” Streams of hot cum fill your asshole and you feel your cock jerk as you orgasm as well, cum staining the grass below. Riven lets out a powerful howl as he rides out his orgasm, his thrusts weakening as shoots more and more of his cum down your ass. His claws push you back one last time before he slumps over you. The smell of wet-dog and semen attacks your senses, but it’s like your entire body has lost its will to move. You fall into the grass, soaked in sweat and totally exhausted. Riven’s body weight lies on top of you. Like a humid, disgusting blanket.

“Absolutely perfect for me. My perfect little mate.”

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(Optional Aftercare)

It takes you a second to catch your bearings, your long breaths taking up most of your energy before you can even think about speaking.

“That was….really good.” You sigh, still struggling to catch your breath and slow down your heart rate. Your boyfriend sighs, nuzzling into your back and nodding.

“Yeah. I wasn’t too much, was I?”

You shake your head, cheek still plastered to the grass. “Nope, just enough.” You give him a thumbs up. Riven laughs, the vibrations rumbling against your sore back.

“That’s good. Sorry about the slap, I was really in the moment.”

“Please, you couldn’t hurt me with a love-tap like that.”

Riven moves to push himself up, maybe to protest how strong he actually is, but his shaky arms give out on him and he collapses onto your back. You let out a small ‘ooph’

“..I guess that checks out.”

The two of you giggle, body’s still interlocked and exhausted. Riven runs his fingers, without his claws, up your sides and nuzzles into the back of your neck. You reach back and begin petting his shoulder. Riven’s tail lazily wags behind him.

“Love you.” He whispers, pressing a kiss onto your skin.

“Love you too.” You yawn, stretching your sore neck. “Now get off of me, you smell horrible.”

“Hey!”

#my writing #reader insert #male reader #male reader insert #werewolf x reader #werewolves #monster/human

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koushou · 3 years

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i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

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walhalla · 3 years

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I told you I had Wakasa brainrot. Tagging @kantorevengers cause she has Wakasa brainrot too.

cw: nsfw - fem!reader, public sex, oral sex (male receiving), creampie, wakasa is a bit mean ig??

It was one of the days Wakasa brought you along to Brahman's meetings. It's a small reunion today, just the executives and Senju. Akashi was the one doing most of the talking, something about division organization or whatever, you weren't really listening. To be fair, no one was. Benkei was blankly staring at the ceiling, Senju was dozing off and Wakasa was too focused on the way his fingers went in and out of you below the table.

"...so that's basically what we have to do" Akashi finished, standing before you like a professor teaching a class.

"Shit." You accidentally cursed when Wakasa hit a sensitive spot inside of you.

"What?" Akashi deadpanned. "Last time I checked, you weren't a part of Brahman."

Wakasa snorts, trying to hide his amusement. "Chill, Akashi, she's probably tired of your yapping." he says looking at you straight in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm just getting a bit... hot" you say, not wanting to let Wakasa win.

"Really? Let's go outside for a bit, babe." he suggests, knowing full well you're not going out for a breath. "Fill me out on the details later, 'kay?" With that, he slides his fingers out of your pussy to take his hand in yours and guides you out the door.

The hideout was located in a back alley. A discreet building, chosen for discreet matters. Like fucking Brahman's top executive Wakasa Imaushi.

"You're mean." You say once you step outside.

"And you're so fucking wet." he steps closer to you, trapping you against the wall. "Do you really like it that much? Getting your cunt stuffed with those fuckers in the room." He doesn't break eye contact while he unzips your skirt and lets it fall on the floor. The cold breeze of the night makes you shudder when you feel it against your wet underwear.

"Look at you, how vulgar." He says while he unbuttons your shirt. "Dropping your clothes for a man in a back alley, truly outrageous."

"Don't act like you aren't enjoying this." You teased, noticing his hard on against your thigh.

"I wouldn't. I'm the most vulgar and outrageous of them all." he replies with a small laugh. "Now be a good girl and get on your knees."

You do as he says and wait eagerly as he unzips his pants, taking his cock out and giving it a couple strokes right in front of your face.

"Open." His tone stern while he holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger. You obey, opening your mouth wide. "Tongue." Again, you comply. He gathers some spit on his tongue and lets it fall slowly until it hits yours. Just as you feel his warm saliva entering your mouth, Wakasa stuffs his whole length in your mouth in a rough thrust. Your eyes start filling with tears while you're trying to suppress your gag reflex. The man was never one to hold back, fucking your mouth at a fast pace he grabbed the hair on the back of your head.

"That's it, baby." He tilts his head back in bliss, groaning. After a few more rapid thrusts, he releases the grip on your hair and lets you catch your breath.

"Wakasa..." you say, looking up at him with tear-stained eyes.

"What, baby?" He cups your cheek with his hand. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you inside me." You softly tell him, still on your knees. "Please, Wakasa."

"Since you asked so nicely." He says with his usual bored expression. "Up." You stand up and wait for his next command. He taps your thigh below your hip. "Hop on." You jump into his arms, your faces mere inches from each other.

"Please..." you're getting desperate, the heat on your lower stomach getting stronger by the minute.

"Someone's getting impatient." He smiles against your lips, leaning in to kiss you right after that. The kiss started soft but promptly got more and more passionate, tongues dancing around and moans escaping from your mouths. Without breaking the kiss, Wakasa supports your weight with one hand while he slips the other between you to move your underwear aside.

"Ready, love?" His tip brushing your entrance and his voice so close to you makes you nod immediately. He takes your mouth in a kiss as he pushes his lenght inside you, making both of you moan into the kiss.

"Fuck, that's good." He grips your ass with force, lifting you up and bringing you down again while his nails dig into your skin. You grab his hair with your hands around his neck, trying your best to keep quiet. "Feeling good?" He laughs softly when he sees you struggling to contain your moans.

"Yeah... 's good" your voice is merely a whisper. "More, please..."

"I haven't stopped, you greedy thing." Wakasa replies with a hard thrust that makes you bring your hand to your mouth to avoid your whines to echo through the narrow streets of the alley.

"W-waka... I'm gonna... haah... I'm gonna cum!" you feel yourself getting closer, dazed from the pleasure.

"Cum, pretty thing. Let me feel you." Wakasa whispers against your lips before trapping them in a kiss once again. You feel your climax come through as his tongue wanders through your mouth, almost biting him when you finally release the tension that built up in your stomach.

"Fuck, that's it." He buries his face in your shoulder, his moves getting sloppier. "You want my cum inside you, baby? You want that?" You nod, getting dizzy from the overstimulation.

"Cum inside me, please Wakasa" you cry against his ear.

"Fuck, gonna cum." He says as he thrusts deeply, releasing into you with a groan. He rests his head on yours, catching his breath before giving you one last kiss and puts you down. You lean on him, feeling your knees falter.

"You okay?" Wakasa asks putting an arm around your waist for support.

Yeah, I'm fine, but..." Wakasa looks at you, expecting your answer. "Your ruined my skirt." You say, looking at the piece of clothing left forgotten on the floor.

"Oh, you're right... I'm sorry, I'll buy you another one." Wakasa apologizes.

"That's not the problem, Waka." He looks at you, confused by your words. "I don't have any spare clothes." Wakasa looks at you with a serious face for a second, but a laugh escapes his mouth.

"It's not funny!" You whine. "How am I supposed to go home like this?" Still laughing, Wakasa takes off the top part of Brahman's uniform.

"Here." He hands you the oversized jacket. "I'm gonna need that back, though."

Just as you were about to thank him, the door opens with the three other members exiting the building.

"I guess you took the part of Brahman thing pretty badly." Akashi says when he sees the gang's uniform on you.

"She was cold. I'm not gonna let her freeze to death." Wakasa states.

"Weren't you hot?" Senju asks.

"Huh?" You let out not knowing what to say, your cheeks starting to heat up.

"You were hot, that's why you went out in the first place." Senju insists.

"Leave those two idiots be, it's getting late." Akashi sighs. "Let's go, pipsqueak." He starts walking towards the main street, Senju following behind him.

"Nice skirt you got there, y/n." Benkei laughs, pointing at the skirt laying dirty on the floor.

"Shut up." You blush and look away, hoping Wakasa would get you out of this situation.

"Yeah, where did you buy it? I think I'm gonna get the same one for me." Not helping, Wakasa joins in on the joke.

"I'm leaving." You say, getting away from the two men.

"Wait, I'll get you home." Wakasa follows after you.

"Whatever, let's go. I don't wanna walk around like this." You say, pouting at him.

"You look adorable though." He reaches for your hand and interlaces your fingers.

"You're not taking the skirt?" Benkei asks when he sees you walk away.

"Keep it, I'm sure it'll look great on you, Benkei." Wakasa raises his voice so it reaches the other man, laughing along with you.

#cw ns/fw #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #wakasa imaushi

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