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❤️‍🩹Tough Love (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader)❤️‍🩹

A/N: This is a paid commission I wrote, requested by @anime-lover1234

Content warning: JJK AU with lots of angst, hurt/comfort, short injured teacher/sorcerer reader with lots of boo boos, overprotective!upset!SatoSugu hubbies yall.

Haibara alive in this AU, Nanako and Mimiko are first years here with Yuji Megumi and Nobara and they're your students too. Plus Gojo can heal others in this AU.

AND NEARLY 7K LONG SO THERE!

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You wanted to impress them.

You wanted to prove your worth in battle.

But things went far off the deep end.

It all began that one sunset evening.

As a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, you were a perfect match for the Grade 1 curse spirit lurking in the forest near an abandoned school rumored to be haunted after closing down due to allegations of murderous cover ups.

As you pulled down the Curtain, the cool winds blew at your hair, swaying along with your black attire, as the sun was setting for you exorcized the curse at last.

You were turning, ready to return to Haibara-kun who was waiting by the car parked out front, when you felt a stir in the air.

You sensed it further deep in the thicket.

Another cursed spirit.

Small … but on the highest level.

Curiosity and cockiness came in, seeping into your being, compulsively drawn towards your next – spontaneous – assignment.

It was a tall skinny humanoid one, blood painting its skin, eating one of the few mangled teen corpses strewn about the splattered wrecked tents of the makeshift campsite.

"Forgive me. I couldn't save you all." You muttered, cursed energy pulsing through your legs. “I'll avenge you by exorcizing that curse.”

Then you chanted quietly.

“Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure."

With the barrier now placed; this one designed to keep curses in, you moved in.

With its eyes slowly turning to spot you bouncing off the branches, a swift blur dashing through the air, you warped right behind it, readying a blow right to its head.

But going toe to toe with a special grade cursed spirit on your own … you know it's not the same as it was before. But you were willing to take this golden opportunity.

Your fist blazing with cursed energy, ready to strike, even as —

The spike in its cursed energy went through the roof in that split second.

The atmosphere now pricked with that rotten flesh smog coming off its figure.

One that sprouted up to 10 ft tall.

Your cursed punch missed its mark.

Its sharpened hand going right into your side.

It was all a trap.

And you fell for it.

Hook line and sinker.

Your banshee cry startled the birds as you warped out of its grip, blood spraying out from the forced movement, skidding back on shaky limbs, its toxic touch seeping into your gash wound.

Flashes of white exploded in your mind.

The screams of your two mighty husband sorcerers were blowing out your eardrums.

Your vision was spotty but you felt the shift in its cursed presence spring forward through the air, barely dodging its swipe but feeling the tips of its claws scrape your stomach.

Deciding to draw it away, you became the injured bait, running for your life, warping out of its grab, ready to slam a kick down from above —

The sight of Satoru and Suguru bleeding and crumpled before you took its place. A twinge of fear stabbed your nerves — you were socked hard from the side, paralyzing your cranium, warping in your dazed state right before slamming into a tree.

Covering your ears in futility at the intrusive fake voices invading your eardrums, you squeezed your eyes over your unwillingness to see their gutted crimson painted selves.

"Don't leave us here!"

Toru.

"How could you leave us behind!?"

Sugu.

"It's not real. They're not here. They can hold their own. Even against bastards like you." You growled under your breath, keeping your eyes shut. "Don't see. Don't hear. Just feel."

Sniffing the air as cursed energy heightened your nostrils, you followed its putrid stench and nothing else. Trusting your sense of smell by amplifying it to near max — your limit.

Yet the debilitating toxins were slowing you down. You were getting lightheaded as blood trailed down your side and leg from that open wound. The punches and kicks you managed to land on it were barely making a dent on this creep.

This curse was sapping you of your strength, your swiftness, and your stability at an alarming rate. All you could do was dodge and weave. But didn't stop the onslaught of punches, kicks and slashes littering your body.

Those normal – now dead – teens were just fodder to it.

Now that you; a sorcerer, was in its domain, you became its toy. It would kill you. But first, it would take its time and play with you, prolonging its enjoyment as long as possible, wearing you down until you broke …

Down at the nearby rural town, outside a combini, a bespectacled man just stepped out, throwing away the wrappings of his just finished sandwich, turning to where the foul energies were resonating, seeing the barrier among the thicket of trees …

Curled into the ground, gashes, bruises and blood painted your now immobile body, keeping your head to the ground when you suddenly sensed a trusting presence slipping inside the veil, looming above you, followed by the anguished roars of the special grade collapsing.

"Don't let it hit you … its toxins can make you hallucinate … and can mimic voices." You rasped out the warnings, coughing out blood in the process, when his folded work jacket was pressed into your hands then against your crimson dripping side.

"Understood. Keep pressure on that wound. You've lost enough blood already." You choked out a sob of relief at that low rumbling voice.

Kento Nanami.

A fellow Grade 1 sorcerer. A dependable comrade and a close friend. One of incredible proficiency. Extremely precise aim. Evades with clever maneuvers. Reinforced body with cursed energy.

Tying his spotted tie around his fist, he went into Overtime. With his now stained clothed blunted sword in hand, Nanami struck in as many weak spots as he could create on that titan.

The red and black sparks of Black Flash streaking right off him to chop off its enormous arm.

His words were ringing in your ears as he revealed his hand intentionally to raise his power levels.

Slashing weak points in the surrounding pine trees, he follows it off with diving in to cleave off its legs by the knee.

Bringing it face down to ground level just to cleave its head in two horizontally.

Releasing both his binding vows to enact that single blow, Nanami's extension technique Collapse activated, causing those pine trees to come tumbling down to bury it for good measure.

Scooping you up at breakneck speed, you two got clear of the fallen debris, slipped through the decaying barrier.

Neither of you sensed it any more.

Nanami's eyes bore great disappointment down upon you from on high. "And here I thought you were better than to emulate those two's recklessness."

You felt your pride crack, your ego bruise, and your shame boosted over Nanami-san's disapproval when you felt yourself blacking out and your form became limp too quick for his liking.

Nanami's exasperated, panicking face getting all up in yours, his shouting going mute in your ringing ears, occurred before it all went dark.

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Hastily calling Nitta-san to send the proper authorities to handle post cleanup in those woods, Nanami kept pressure on your wound in your stead as he situated you two carefully in the backseat as Haibara stepped on it; his wary eyes peeking in the rearview mirror now and then just so he wouldn't crash the car.

Watching in dismay as the only signs of you still alive was your little shifts of discomfort paired with frail mumbling, calling out for your loves, as fear worked its way to the front of your mind.

Hurriedly calling Shoko immediately after to meet them at the foothills of Mount Mushiro where the screeching halts of the car's tires skidded to an almost collision at the first torii gate.

The backseat was tainted red as Nanami tossed his stained business jacket aside then undid the buttons of your uniform jacket then tugged up your undershirt enough to show your biggest wound, allowing Shoko to lean over and work.

“What a way to spend my night." She huffed, concentrating as pure white light emanated off her hands and over your wound.

"She's lost a lot of blood already on top of fractured broken bones. And hallucinogenic, auditory ailments are still in effect even when curse has been exorcized." Nanami added, brooding from the added severity of the situation.

"What the hell, L/n?” Shoko heaved heavily, shedding sweat. "That curse's toxins are still in her system. It's making it difficult to fully heal her.” She was able to seal up your side wound though. “That will have to do for now. We need to move her."

"I'll join you all once I park the car." Haibara informed them, quickly leaning over from the driver's seat to kiss Nanami.

Nanami's tender gaze came Haibara's way before he got out of the car, carrying you, carefully treading up the steps, Shoko shutting the car door and hurrying behind him, with Haibara driving off and Nanami's bloody business jacket left discarded on the back seat.

Shoko spent the late night hours repairing your damaged self, collapsing over the metal surgical table from the overtime stress, panting from her energy spent. Blood pumped into a vein on your arm via the cannula connected to the drip. And your shallow breathing toppled with a cold sweat only made her push herself further as she squeezed your hand to keep you as grounded as possible and you continued murmuring the guys names in raspy, pleading whispers.

A harried Nanami patted Shoko's forehead with a clean spare rag lying on a counter while Haibara gave her a water bottle to hydrate.

Coming in and out of consciousness, tugged between horrish illusions and bleak reality, your once weakened pulse grew stronger as Shoko's RCT filled you, pushing the toxins out of your system.

So when you finally awoke, faded scars and bruises dotted your skin, front and back, leaving you groaning weakly as you clutched your pounding head. You felt like a truck had run you over.

"About time you woke up. Those fear toxins should be leaving your system now. But it did make healing you quite taxing for me. We can continue your checkup in the afternoon when we've both rested. But I could really use a drink right now.” Shoko apathetically griped as she carefully pulled the IV out of your arm just to place a cotton ball sticking to a bandage over the small leaking prick.

“Sorry about that, Shoko.” Feeling her gloved hand holding your still sore one, you barely squeezed back. "I failed to exorcize that special grade … I'm sorry I made you all overwork because of my screw-up." Your guilt stricken face struck their hearts.

"Nitta-san made sure the bodies were collected … what was left of them. Just count yourself fortunate that the curse was just dragging it out when I arrived. Never underestimate them." Nanami chastised you at the end, his goggles currently off, sternness laced in his eyes.

"Please … don't tell the guys. It's bad enough I couldn't exorcize it by myself. If they find out, they'll never let me live this down. Satoru especially." You weakly pleaded, struggling to sit up but able to get up on your bum as Haibara pulled you up.

"They'll find out sooner or later. And there'll be hell to pay if you choose to omit it from them. I will not partake in that sort of nonsense." Nanami griped, dreading the world flipped on its axis once your husbands found out.

"They'll never want to leave my side after this! They're already dealing with workloads of missions as is! Adding this to their pillars of stressful shit … I just need to be right as rain ASAP."

"No such thing as stress free in our line of work." Shoko bluntly stated.

"Gojo-san and Geto-san would be heartbroken if you kept this from them." Haibara frowned, personally wounded.

"They'd be even more wrecked that this happened and they weren't there to stop it …" Anxious guilt raked your bones.

A hand plopped into your hair, brushing it gingerly. “Your foolish pride as a sorcerer better be worth it if you're prepared for what will come of this endeavor." Nanami's foreboding didn't stop you from embracing him around his waist, pressing your face in his stomach, humming as Haibara gently hugged you from behind, and Shoko smiled nonetheless at the cute scene, especially at Nanami's sternness lessening and patting your head some more.

Still too out of it to walk on your own, you were pushed out in a wheelchair by Haibara, straight back to the dorms, stating he would stay in the room beside yours in case you needed any aid for the night, needing to head out in the morning alongside Nanami.

Carrying your ruined uniform clothes in the recyclable bag Shoko kept them in, you set them aside as you limped about to change into familiar comfier PJs you kept on hand in your old dorm room closet whenever you had to crash at the school grounds.

Pulling your phone out of the zip lock bag it was kept in thanks to Shoko too, you had seen it was still on.

They had been messaging you all night. Notifications of your group chat popping up on your lock screen.

But you just … felt too ashamed and embarrassed to reply back.

So you turned it off.

Without them smushing you between them tonight, there was no comforting warmth keeping you safe and sound.

And the aftermath of those horrific illusions and their copycats speaking during and post battle still lingered in your memory. Tittering between life and death, you were trapped within your worst nightmare yet.

Their disapproving glares.

Their cold voices.

Turning their backs on you as they walked into the foggy embrace of bloodshed against your voiceless cries and your wavering hand fruitlessly reached out into nothingness.

So going back to sleep was the last thing you wanted.

But even so, being in your old single dorm bed, your quiet sobs swarmed the room, your pent up agony painting your pillow in tears, stewing internally over wanting to suffer your follies alone versus wishing more than anything to have Toru and Sugu embracing you to chase all those bad dreams and fears away like they have always done.

Your phone stayed isolated on the small wooden bedside table, plugged in and charging. In silence.

Meanwhile, in a hotel, nestled in the Saitama prefecture that lies above Tokyo…

"Well, the twins are sleeping. Their mission definitely exhausted them both." Suguru softly informed, returning to his partner's side after checking on the girls in the room across from theirs.

A pouty Satoru groaned miserably, splayed out like a moody pancake across the bed, puppy eyes trained on his phone. "Suguru~! She's not answering me~!”

Now splayed out beside him on their shared hotel bed, Suguru ruffled Satoru's poofy hair. "Perhaps she's sleeping."

"She always answers me though! She didn't even send me a cute kitty gif~! The injustice!" Satoru cried, shoving his phone screen right in his best friend's face.

Suguru pushed Satoru's phone aside, pulled out his own from his sweatpants and sent a heart your way. And yet, it was not even read on your end. His forehead creased with worry. "No response for me either … I do hope nothing bad has happened.”

Satoru slung an arm around Suguru's neck, pulling himself snug against him, frowning vividly. "I miss her."

Suguru plopped his cheek atop Satoru's noggin. "So do I. The sooner we finish here with our own cases, the sooner we can have her in our arms again. Until then," Suguru brushed aside Satoru's snowy bangs to smooch his velvety forehead, tenderly grinning. "We'll just have to keep each other company~"

Now that piqued Satoru's intrigue, cheekily giggling as he rolled them over so the raven head could straddle him. “Nothing wrong with that~”

Suguru quickly turned the side table lamp off before engaging in a long, sensual make out with his smirking mate, whisking the night away.

Your new strategy going forward?

Keep your phone off.

Give off the illusion of still being out in the field, doing assignments far off in the distance.

Stay locked up in your old room except for Shoko's treatments and bathroom breaks.

Until you were all patched up; no visually alarming marks blemishing your skin, you wouldn't let any aside from those that already knew find out.

Not your students.

NOT your men.

By the time you had awoken, Haibara had already left as informed. His sticky note he left on your bedside table with morning greetings and hopes to see you soon followed by a scribbled smiley face did turn your frown upside down.

But it meant you were the only one left in the dorm as your throbbing self painstakingly grabbed some long sleeved apparel outta the closet and changed before putting on some slippers. It was fall now, slowly transitioning to winter, so it was the perfect cover up to be snugly dressed.

You had just gotten outside when you noticed the trio heading to the torii gate exit.

Yuji sniffing the air was what alerted you; skidding to a halt as he was literally across from you on the other side of the long stone pathway, turning to eye you with an unpleasant awkwardness. Running over, his nose dove in closer to get a deep long whiff of you to your jitteriness.

He was your best student in terms of enhancing his senses to their peak with cursed energy. And one you cherished like your own pride and joy. Your pure son.

“L/n-sensei … you're injured. And you look restless. Did something happen?” His eyes became glassy saucers.

Your game plan was on the rocks now. Super human senses at work!

“Hey! The sooner we finish our mission from that blindfolded madman, the sooner I can get to shopping! So move it! No offense, sensei!” Nobara snapped out loud, waiting by the gate, curious what was occurring but impatient to wrap things up for her own reasons.

“Cone on Itadori! We're burning daylight!” Megumi coaxed.

“Alright alright, I'm coming!” Yuji's voice then softened for just you two to hear. “Sensei, whatever’s going on, just … take it easy, okay?”

Your heart swelled at his considerate caring nature like the precious boy he is, smiling thankfully. “I will. Thanks.”

“Welcome back.” That genuine smile of relief and joy of Yuji's almost made you tear up; your swelling up heart touched by his words, doing your best to smile through the soreness as you waved at the boy, saluting back to you, joining his friends, and heading off.

You started uncomfortably limping on your way the moment you students were out of eyesight. Shoko met you halfway, presenting a new wheelchair for you to make traversing more easier. “Sorry but Nanami-kun wanted me to remind you to work on your report about last night. We can head to the faculty office first. Besides, you look ready to topple over.”

You internally groaned at the stingy procedures, expected to recount your near death experience down to the last detail; literally occurring just last night, sending a grateful look her way. “What would I do without you, Shoko?”

“Let's just say I'm better off with you in my life … and I know I'm not the only one.” Apathy gave way to relieving passion in her gaze that you looked away to brush your wet eyes. And you both left it at that as she wheeled you the rest of the way.

Flash forward to some time later …

“I can't believe you going gung ho back there cost me my chance to hit up that sale at my new favorite boutique, you boneheaded idiot!” Nobara bit out.

“Okay okay, I get it! Go easy on my shoulder, Kugisaki!” Yuji yelped in pain at how much she was fussing as she and Megumi helped him walk since he took the brunt of the hits in their latest mission.

“Always ready to put yourself on the line for us … we can handle ourselves, you know, doofus.” Megumi was less harsh, making sure not to hit his shin against Yuji's stabbed one; wrapped in the torn sleeve of Yuji's uniform to stop the bleeding.

Yuji noticed the tender gaze his spiky haired friend gave him, smiling in recognition, chuckling sheepishly. “Protective instincts, I guess.”

“Serves you right, idiot.” Though Nobara and Megumi spoke such mocking words, they were softly spoken, still irked but also grateful they're all still standing.

The moment the trio splurged through the morgue door, spotting your bare back littered with bumps and wide slash marks had them faltering as their short beloved teacher and practically mother figure was in this state.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Their unified exclaims startled Shoko enough to press too hard on a red welt on your forearm, causing your excruciating shout.

You slapped your palms over your mouth, mortified at legit blowing your cover out loud.

Due to the fact that Shoko at the moment got a sudden phone call while examining you.

From THEM.

“Shoko, what was that?” Suguru demanded.

“Sounds like a wounded animal!” Satoru exclaimed.

“Takes one to know one. I have work to get back to. Bye bye~” Shoko's false perky jab reverts back to her usual demeanor after hanging up on them. “I would say stay hidden until everything settles down but I'd be lying. I know 25 mins away means those two lunatics will floor it by the end of the day. I wish you the best of luck, my dear.” Her sympathetic pat on your shoulder did not calm down those anxious belly butterflies.

“I knew you were hurt but … OKASAN WHO DID THIS TO YOU!?” Yuji's own wounds were forgotten as he scrambled over to you, blubbering out waterfalls, throwing off everyone by legit calling you mom out loud but too overwhelmed to notice right away.

You pulled your shirt back down, flushed in shame. “Special grade got the upper hand on me. Nanami-san saved me. Sorry to have you three see me like this. So please … keep this between us? Please?” You literally prayed for it.

“For my favorite sensei, my lips are sealed.” Nobara assured.

“Geto-sensei may be less hysterical … Gojo-sensei not so much … but those two together … oh God.” Megumi paled up at the reality.

“The calm …” Nobara ominously started.

“Before the shit storm.” Megumi drearily ended.

“Uh, while I'm not a big fan of keeping things from Gojo-sensei, if it's what you want, then I'll do it.” Yuji, skeptical but willing to make you happy, blushed pink as you embraced him loosely due to you still not being at full strength yet.

“Thank you.” You weeped.

Megumi, Nobara and even Shoko joined in on that hug.

Meanwhile, back in Saitama, again, nestled outdoors in front of a patisserie.

“That was suss as hell.” Gojo lowly rumbled, sitting under the umbrella covered table on one end, stuffing his last – now smooshed – Maneki Usagi Manju from his hands straight to his mouth.

“We know that shout all too well …” Geto's eyes teemed with cynicism, sitting across from him, sipping Sayama tea in one hand, his phone in the other.

Their mentality synced, restlessness in their bones, their six senses flaring up with red alerts.

Something did happen to you.

Something big.

Something bad.

With their cases long since finished; not surprising, their leisure time was spent sightseeing, tasting the treats the places they visited had to offer. Meaning more sweets for Gojo to savor. However, his gut along with Geto's twisted at the thought of you in trouble.

“Girls, gather your things. We're heading back now.” Geto firmly spoke while speed dialing Ijichi-san to come pick them up.

The twins, sitting at the table beside theirs, stopped taking selfies of themselves with their cutely decorated drinks at his announcement. “Yes, Papa~!”

Throughout the ride back to the school; Ijichi-san fidgeting and sweating bullets at his seniors stewing in silence, panicked thoughts raced through the duo's minds.

The one constant that kept coming up?

Whatever was going on with you …

They were getting to the bottom of it.

The sky changed from blue and calm to orange and warm.

Getting healed by Shoko before being ushered out to continue healing you, the trio crashed in the common room slash longue when the sight of Nanako and Mimiko waving and smiling as they entered with bags of gifts and snacks to share and give had the trio beaming at the twins safe return.

However, the sight of their teachers coming round the corner into view, radiating such potent agitated auras, sent the trio's hearts racing in dread.

It spelled the first sign of doom.

Gojo zipped up right to them, a wide ass smile on his face, waving with bags of souvenirs on the other arm, cheerfully greeting them all.

“Oh my precious students~! Your esteemed adoring sensei has returned! And I come bearing gifts for you all! As thanks for a job well done! But on the condition that you answer me truthfully! Do you happen to know what our dear Y/n has been up to as of late~?”

“Nope.” Megumi kept a straight face.

“Nada.” Nobara is the same.

“We know nothing.” Yuji as well.

Their calm blunt responses had Geto narrow his eyes at their stoic behavior, the twins shuffling to him in nervousness at the tense situation, and Gojo's fake smile fell, becoming so straight faced. “Hmm … okay then. Hold these, please and thanks.”

Dropping their bagged gifts into their arms, Gojo warping away was the second sign.

Appearing again before them, with a squirming distressed you in his arms, was the final nail in the coffin.

Gojo hastily set you down, firmly grabbed your sweater sleeve covered hand, and tugged that sleeve up to your shoulder. Even with the blindfold on, you could picture his Six Eyes shrinking to dots at the colorful splotches and littering your once unblemished skin.

“What the hell?” Gojo's shaky raw voice had you gulping.

“How did … when did … Y/n explain yourself!” Geto's perturbed face turned to aggravation.

Keeping your head ducked, you could picture their eyes bearing those same cold, disappointing glazes those curse's nightmares forced you to bear. Your state of panic got triggered!

You wince in pain, trying in vain to tug your hand free of Gojo's iron hold. Warping into the morgue, literally sweeping you off your feet, greeting Shoko, then warping out of the morgue all meant your recovery got cut short.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going!?" Gojo jested, pulling your back against his front, caging you in his hold, knowing to restrain himself on the pressure, gritting his canines at seeing those same colorful marks on the back of your neck. “You better start talking.”

"You mustn't strain yourself any more, either! You can barely walk as is!" Geto irritatedly griped, wrapping his arms around your other one, leaving you wobbling, therefore needing either of them as counterbalance.

"I'll be fine! I'll get better! I'm innocent!" You babbled desperately, wiggling like a worm, to your utter dismay and their annoyance.

Geto narrowed his eyes, downtrodden. "Have you no shame, Y/n? And you three knew about this, didn't you?!” His eyes flared up with scorn as his face whipped to the trio, having all three flinch back at the irritated sight.

“And after all the trouble I went through to get you all gifts!” Gojo dramatically complained.

“Unnecessary to be honest.” Megumi dryly rebuttal.

“My tastes far exceed yours, anyway.” Nobara throwing shade.

“I'll take them all, thank you very much! I felt like telling you Gojo-sensei, I swear! But L/n-sensei was in pain and I just wanted to help her!” Yuji blabbed.

“Softie.” Mimiko and Nanako teased smugly.

“Yuji~!” Gojo weeped.

“I told them to keep quiet. Shoko and Haibara too. Nanami wanted no part in it. It was all my fault!”

Your pleas only riled them up more. Their eyes returned to you, burning intensely, straight into your soul as they cushioned you between their built bodies just like a mating press.

You gasped as Geto's hand slid under your top, his calloused touch sending anxious tingles through you, feeling that tender scar left on your side, lips trembling and eyes wavering. “Honestly believing you could pull the wool over our eyes, dearest? Ridiculous.” Geto belittled.

Gojo scoffed, suddenly frightening as he towered behind you, alarming everyone besides Geto as he pulled down his blindfold to stare down at you now with those glaring Six Eyes. "Screw that. This isn't panning out well for you, darling. Not at all.”

Your weak whines of protest made the teens cringe with pity. Your short self was literally trapped between giants. The atmosphere was so thick with tension that trying to cut it with a knife would mean getting obliterated. GoGe might as well be a bomb.

But to see tears swell up in your e/c eyes and trail down your cheeks, glistening from the guilt, embarrassment and pain, everyone in that room froze in paling realization.

You were the actual bomb.

And you just got set off.

"DON'T HATE ME!"

Your heartbroken scream had the strongest duo become the weakest. Their grips laxing, their tunnel vision eroding, their resolve dusting, as you pulled away freely, tugging your sleeve back down to cover the damage, sat down on the couch to your buckling knees relief, and cried in your tarnished hands, becoming a mess for them all to see.

"L/n-sensei no!!! Please don't cry!!!" Yuji went into a panicked frenzy, squatting down before you, frazzled as you bowed your head against his jacketed shoulder, rubbing your shoulders in an attempt to soothe you, sweating bullets at the sight of his once mighty teachers now becoming statues at this turn of events. "None of us hate you! It's okay! Everything's gonna be okay! R–Right guys?!”

"You two are the scum of the Earth, you are! Harassing an injured emotional woman!" Nobara yelled abhorrently in their stunned paled faces, pulling out tissues from her small flowered package she kept in her belt pack along with her cursed tools to offer you. “Here sensei. Take these.”

"I won't blame her if she files for divorce." Megumi gripes under his breath, sitting down beside you, timidly rubbing your back in comforting circles. "L/n-sensei, you need to calm down and rest."

“Geto-sama, do something about this! Mama is a wreck now!” Nanako was willing to put her foot down at this insolence.

“This is depressing.” Mimiko patted your head from behind the couch.

Your desperate need to melt into a puddle and just die from utter disgrace was dashed when you felt Gojo approaching.

His serious blazing eyes spoke for themselves to let him handle you himself, but those kids hesitated letting this slide when the gentle shushing of their usually obnoxious teacher threw them for a loop. Sitting down in the free space on your other side, gently brushing your hair, he leaned in to your ear to confess —

"I'm sorry." You stiffened at his words as they rumbled against your ear. While you were partly miffed and scared due to his attitude, his gentleness returning made you drawn to him all over again, recollecting how much you did miss him — miss them both actually cause OF COURSE YOU DO!!!

Weaving his hand through your hair, he carefully pulled your head to rest against his chest instead, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, a shaky vulnerability leaking into his voice. “I'm so sorry.” You dare set down your hands to see his eyes as glittery blue glass. "I shouldn't have snapped like that. I hate seeing you cry like this.” His wandering hand had his fingertips weave through yours to squeeze your hand benignly. “Especially when you're all banged up. I just …”

“I'm deeply sorry as well.” The moment Suguru sat down in Megumi's spot, the kids had already stood back and watched with anticipation as his arms gently hugged your waist from behind, kissing your blotchy cheek, regret radiating on his face. “We both shouldn't have approached you so harshly. We were out of line. We just …”

They were both at a loss for words.

Taking a chance, a risk, a leap of faith, you decide to tell them the truth, rather preferring for them to hear it from you than read it from a document.

“The other night … a special grade curse popped up just when I finished my case … I wanted to prove myself … I thought I could take it on … but Nanami saved me in the end. I was … ashamed … anxious … afraid. It showed me … illusions … nightmares … of you both suffering and abandoning me … and I panicked when you both got upset earlier … I just – !”

“You haven't properly rested at all.” Geto delicately gripped your chin and turned your face to see the dark circles under your now red eyes. “Beloved, you of all people should know that keeping your troubles bottled up inside does no one any good! Least of all hiding your pain from us when we can help!”

“You can't always be there for me … I can't keep weighing you down … but I can't hold my own when it really counts … I'm never gonna be at your level … even as a Grade 1 … by myself … I'm not good enough.” Your eyes squeezed shut, deep seated in this emotional turmoil.

“Yes you are!” The sharp conviction Satoru had made your eyes snap back open. It got your attention attentively. “We still think of them … Kuroi … Amanai … what we could have done differently or better … had we not failed them. If anything happened to you … and if we weren't there to stop it … and it already has … then what the hell’s the point in being the strongest when we can't protect those that matter to us the most?!” You shook as his tears hit your nose, rubbing his wet nose against yours with those beautiful blue eyes now red with compassion looking into yours, for even his watery smile is breathtaking. “You've never been weak. Not to any of us. You kept us together through all the shit thrown our way since that day. I don't need Six Eyes to tell me this truth … that you are the most beautiful, genuine, strongest soul I know you are inside and out.”

“You're the very reason I gathered the courage to reach out to everyone when my resolve wavered … when I lost my way … it's difficult to wear a heartfelt smile in this world …” Sugu's voice slipped for a moment, his almond eyes twinkling as his wet cheek nuzzled yours, pressing a timid kiss to the corner of your lips, another breathtaking smile amiss the waterfalls. “But you brought back my smile. You helped me find a better way … I'm no longer alone. So you don't get to be either. Not anymore.”

Unified, their cracked voices caved.

“We can't lose you too.”

You breathed in their natural scents, submerged in their warmth, coveted in their supportive treasuring embrace, their crying faces resting against either side of your neck, just to be as close to you as possible without hurting you more so than that curse and themselves already have.

In this moment of vulnerability, the strongest duo put down their guards just to show you how immensely you've always mattered to them. Your pain, your sadness, your doubts … they're theirs too.

Your hand that was still being held by Satoru weaved down to rub against Suguru's knuckles, drawing him in to lay his hand atop both yours. “I feel the same way.”

“But damn Y/n, you scared us shitless." Gojo sighed exasperated, now chewing and suckling hungrily on your red cheek just to hear your raspy squeals for their amusement.

"Immensely." Geto hummed conspiratory like, chewing and tugging on your other cheek for good measure, your squeaking making them smirk.

“I'm sorry!” You garbled out, mewling.

Suguru popped off your cheek, pecking it several times apologetically. “We're sorry too. We're just relieved that you're alive.”

Satoru popped off your cheek as well, smooching the welt left in his wake. “Still injured though, but I'll finish healing you myself.”

Catharsis finally came as your waterworks were one of relief. “I missed you both so much~!!!”

"Yosh, yosh~” Satoru doting on you, petting your head like the cutie you will always be in their eyes. “We missed our cutie patootie too~” Now that got you to smile at last, shedding tears of joy, as your chortled laughs made them smile as well.

The kids left you three a while ago when the mushiness kicked in. The twins giggled as Megumi summoned his wolf Shinigami for them to ride on so they could stop pestering him, right before he buried his bashfully blushing face in the crook of Yuji's neck who carried him and Nobara with ease from her own pestering, heading off to do whatever.

Now drained from the mental and emotional trip you went through, all you wanted now was sleep.

And to be honest?

So did the guys.

Your old dorm bed would make do just this once. For old times sake. Warping you three there was easier on an already wiped Gojo, anyway.

Their uniforms, boots, and socks along with your slippers littered the floor.

The AC hummed in the background.

And the drawls of moonlight slipped through the curtains.

Tepid flustered gasps left your parted lips as Satoru sensually trailed his smooth sly hand across every inch of your backside under your top, healing you from that point as you relaxed.

You smothered your face in Satoru's snug black tee covered pecs as he ran his fingers through your hair, languidly brushing it to further soothe you, pecking your forehead. “It wasn't the same without you.”

Suguru carefully splayed on top of you from behind, warmth seeping through his snug white tee and into your cloth covered back, heatedly breathing down your flushed nape as his veiny giant hand caressed your bare tummy underneath your top as well as stroking your thighs with his other hand. “Having you to cuddle again, all snug in between us, truly feels like heaven.”

“No angel to sleep with … oh how did we cope without you~?" Satoru ranted quietly as he could for your sleepy sake.

Suguru gave him a sly smirk. “Satoru~”

Satoru chuckled, ruffling Suguru's loosely free hair, before resting that hand on Suguru's lower back. “Okay, it wasn't bad at all. Even so… can I please just keep us in this moment and never let each other go ever again?” Satoru gently begged.

“As long as I can get some shut eye. And new uniform garbs.” Your cheek nuzzled his chest, consenting in a yawn.

“Deal.” With Six Eyes now switched off, Satoru became heavy-eyed at the sight of his two favorite people in bed with him. Back together again.

“No more bad thoughts for us tonight.” Suguru languorously rumbled in your ear.

“Plus those nightmares will get a kick in the balls if they come back.” Satoru grumbled drowsily.

“If it's a curse, sure. Dreams, not so much.” You mumbled softly.

Satoru could feel your body start to reach the end of its recovery from his healing touch, trailing his hand from your back to cover your hand that rested on the front of his shirt where his heart lay.

Suguru's own hand traversed, resting atop Satoru's, all three splayed on his chest in the same exact spot.

You sagged as you felt the weight of all that battle damage lift right off you, for all the pain got replaced with fuzzy tingling warmth.

Shivering with delight, you felt those two curling in on you from both sides, their legs tangling with yours, as you all smushed in the middle, with Suguru's face against your shoulder and Satoru's in your hair.

“Toru … Sugu … I love you guys.”

Satoru breathed in your scent, smiling drowsily. “We love you too … so damn much.”

"Truly. We'd be lost forever if we never knew you.” Suguru mused languidly.

A tiny smile formed as you succumbed to your long awaited dreamland. “I … feel … the same.”

And the kiddies, poking their heads through the crack in the slide doorway, eyed you snug between those two in just their tees and boxers, your entangled limbed cocoon, the bed comforter halfway touching the floor, as gentle snores and breathing made up your guys personal symphony.

Taking some snapshots for potential blackmail material; basically on Nobara and Megumi's part, they left you three to rest.

Of course, knowing you three, you'll stay in bed all day tomorrow. Whether to sleep, talk, cuddle, make out, do the devil's tango — nah it's all of the above! Meaning no classes.

The weekend is free.

To unwind and reflect.

Your old room feels more homely now that they're there with you.

That night, you’re gifted with cathartic, stress relieving dreams where those two awaited you with smothering embraces and enriching laughter.

Through their tough, imposing, and fierce exteriors …

There lay the true blessings that are their empathy, passion and humanity.

Your chaotically lovestruck sorcerers.

And you, their heaven sent wife, will feel their love till the very end.

And even beyond.

For Infinity.

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sh1-n0bu · 8 months

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✿ 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙨<3 ✿

characters: il!dan heng x nb!reader

warnings: fluff, just fluff, also dan heng’s tail holding u hostage, also also reader is shorter than dan heng

notes: dan heng needs more love and appreciation. come on, this mans fine asf

if anyone were to ever tell dan heng that one day he would be purring contently while keeping a struggling familiar tuft of [c] haired person in his hold, he would have simply shrugged them off with a thought of how weird that is. really? keeping someone in his hold? while being content and purring? yeah, that doesn’t exactly sound like dan heng.

if so, then whose teal scaled tail was holding you so tightly? wrapped around your middle, keeping your hands to your side as you try to wiggle out of his grasp? purrs like a cat’s reverberating in his room as he pulls you close over and over to place a peck on your forehead.

the vidyadhara high elder is a respected title. one that causes the people of the luofu to kneel and sing praises to him. in his name.

saying how amazing he is to split the seas, to control the waters and the ocean like it was nothing, to hold the highest title amongst an ancient species of even more ancient beings.

yet here he was. this needy dragon. keeping you tightly in his hold as he peppers your face in kisses.

“dan heng… my love”

“yes, dearest?”

“will you please be willing to let me—“

“not happening”

and there goes your chance of freedom. taken away, cruelly stripped off of you as he wraps his arms around you, keeping you in place. lovely. any other time of the day, any other moment, any other day and this would have been such a lovely occasion for you.

having your usually stoic and a bit reclusive lover turn into a clingy cat. wait no, dragon? cat-dragon? dragon-cat?? in your hold. but right now… nature calls. and his tail wasn’t helping.

long scaled limb wrapped around your shoulder all the way to your stomach. his arms coming around to pull you closer to himself on the mattress that works as his bed in the archives. smushing his face against your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses on the exposed skin as deep rumbling purrs resound from deep within his chest.

sometimes, due to his current form, his horns would knock up to your chin. each time, he would leave soothing kisses as a means to “kiss the booboo better”.

this was your lover, ladies and gentlemen and everything up and above. this… clingy cat-dragon.

“perfect height for forehead kisses…” dan heng mumbles quietly to himself as he moves to plant soft kisses all over your forehead after moving your bangs to the side.

smooch! smooch! smooch! smooch! smooch!

pulling away with a content smug smile on his face, the vidyadhara looks at the amount of lipgloss stains left all over your face and exposed skin of your neck. you had complained about his lips being a bit harsh and he decided to borrow one of your chapsticks. the colored one specifically. and here you were, eating your very own words.

literally.

especially when the dragon leans in to plant an unusually deep kiss on your lips, almost as if wanting to devour you whole. the more… primal parts of his brain did wanted to do that. just wrap you up in his hold and chomp on your exposed flesh until you look like you were mauled by a wild animal. which… was kinda the truth.

but that was for later on.

for now, the greedy dragon was just content to hold you tightly in his grasp, planting soft kisses on your forehead or cheeks. wherever his lips reach first. the ends of his tail wagging happily like a puppy, a certain flare of possessiveness sparking in him whenever he sees you trying to escape his grasp. a feeling of happiness and sheer adoration blooming instead when he sees the colored chapstick leave another mark on your skin.

thankfully, a certain cheerful pink haired girl knocks on the doors to dan heng’s room. upon entering and seeing your colored face and how your lover’s tail would tighten around you just a little bit, she raises a brow.

placing her hands on her hips, march looks between the two of you. one with a happy smile on his face, if one could squint, they could see imaginary small flowers and bubbles floating around him. and the other… they looked like they wanted to die.

“uhhhh… what happened here?”

“i fell for a trap… i went in for a kiss and now. he’s got me. and he won’t let me go”

“mine”

“i know but nngh!”

“mine”

“mmph!”

“mine”

“i know but mnngh!”

“mine”

“goddammit!”

#nobu.writes #hsr x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng x y/n #dan heng x you #dan heng x gender neutral reader #il dan heng x reader #hsr fluff #honkai star rail fluff #dan heng fluff #gender neutral reader #gender neutral insert

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randomheadcanons1234 · 3 months

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Random Hermitcraft headcanons ( that I will not elaborate)

No one knows what Wels is, they just know that he’s not human

Scar can understand cats even though, he isn’t a cat hybrid

Beef is the one hermit, who Doesn’t seem scary but scares the other Hermits more than anyone else.

Joe is not mortal. Gods are scared of him

Xisuma has the highest kill count. He is terrible at self care.

Grian can shapeshift, his skins are actually his body. His sweater is a part of his body.

Mumbo eats redstone

Doc has a soft spot for kids and small animals.

Ren eaten stones before, as well as other inedible things.

Xb likes to hide in small spaces, he is also the best hider on the server.

Gem is the best fighter and used to be a professional fighter.

Pearl has the most muscle mass and the champion in leg and armwrestling

False used to be a survival expert

Cleo is the human embodiment of girl boss

Stress is a walking lie detector

Etho mostly uses dad jokes just to annoy people

Bdubs has once slept for 20 hours, he went back to sleep when it got dark.

Skizz and impulse always know what the other needs

Joel says things that seem gay but is 100% straight he also drinks his coffee with a unholy amount of sugar

Cub has eaten human flesh before

Hypno is a god

Jevin is blue because he drank to much blue slushy

Iskalls robotic parts are toy robots pieced together

Keralis knows just about everybody, he has gotten other hermits out of lots trouble thanks to this

Tango is a fire spirit, he has his human form, from a cartoon that he saw

Zedaph is the most impulsive hermit by far

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pleistocene-pride · 9 months

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Rüppell's vulture also called Rüppell's griffon vulture, named after Eduard Rüppell, is a large bird of prey in the genus Gyps which is native throughout the sahel and eastern Africa including the countries of Algeria, Benin, Burkina Faso, Burundi, Cameroon, the Central African Republic, Chad, The Ivory Coast, Djibouti, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Gambia, Ghana, Guinea, Guinea-Bissau, Kenya, Mali, Mauritania, Niger, Nigeria, Rwanda, Senegal, Somalia, South Sudan, Sudan, Tanzania, Togo, and Uganda. Here they tend to inhabit grasslands, mountains, and open woodland. Rüppell's vultures are diurnal and very social birds, roosting, nesting, and feeding in large flocks. They spend much of their time flying at great altitudes, using strong winds and thermals to efficiently soar they are known to regular cruise at upwards of 20,000ft (6,000m) above the ground with some known to go as high as 37,000ft (11,300m) making them the highest flying bird. These vultures locate food by sight only, and often follow herds of animals. Once they find a carcass they swoop down, land a little way off, then bound forward with wings spread and their long neck outstretched. Even amongst old world vultures, Rüppell's vultures are specialized feeders with a spiked tongue and strong beak they can strip flesh with ease, and feed upon pelts, hides, and even the bones themselves. Reaching around 33 to 41in (85 -103cms) long, 14 – 20lbs in weight, with a 7.5-8.6ft (2.26 -2.6m) wingspan. They are one of the largest vultures in Africa, both sexes sport mottled brown or black feathering overall with a whitish-brown underbelly and thin, dirty-white fluff covering the head and neck. The base of the neck has a white collar, the eye is yellow or amber, the crop patch deep brown. The head does not have feathers. This species of vulture is considered to be monogamous, forming lifelong breeding pairs. They nest on cliffs in colonies up to a 1,000 strong. After courtship a pair will work together to build a nest using sticks, grass, and leaves that they have gathered or stolen from other nests, here the mother will lay 1 egg. Both parents share in incubation of their egg over a period of 55 days. Once the chick hatches, both parents will feed and tend to it for about 150 days when it fledges. Young remain dependent on their parents after fledging, not reaching independence until the next breeding season. Under ideal conditions a ruppells vulture may live up to 50 years.

#pleistocene #pleistocene pride #pliestocene pride #pliestocene #bird #dinosaur #vulture #ruppells vulture #africa #asia #europe #eurasia #flying #griffon #griffin #griffon vulture

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thedovesaredying · 4 months

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Monsters in the Dark | Nikto x Reader | Cowboy AU

Prologue

Introduction to my fic set within the cowboy AU created by @ghouljams for our dear boy Nikto. This is just a quick starter piece to set the scene for the fic so to say. Also decided to include Sputnik since I don't see many fics including the precious baby!

A/N: Obligatory note that I do not condone the owning of dangerous or wild exotic animals as pets regardless of a country or state's laws. Exotic animals require a large amount of knowledge in their husbandry and specific requirements to ensure the highest standard of welfare is maintained. They should never be treated like domestic animals, they do not make good pets.

Warnings: Discussion of Serious Injury, Limb Amputation.

Masterlist: CoD Masterlist

Next Part

Nikto had been waiting for death to greet him throughout the entirety of his career. It was simply an inevitable fact of life both in the military and working as a mercenary for hire. People died constantly at his sides, and it quickly became a question of “when” and not “if” the final string would be cut and his body would fail him for the last time.

There were days when he almost wished for the reaper to claim whatever remained of his empty heart. Torture was tolerable, an old friend at this point, but the months and years of recovery afterwards were what really felt like suffering.

Alive, and yet completely useless. A fractured mind trapped within an equally ruined body.

The only thing he could look forward to was getting back to work once his body was finally strong enough to pass medical approval. Tedious as the waiting game could be, he wasn’t stupid enough to push himself beyond his limits like some honour-hungry rookie. No, he waited and saved his strength for when it would one day be needed, for the days when nothing but sheer willpower can save his pitiful soul.

And yet despite his many brushes with death, he had still yet to be taken by it, even when by all rights he should have been. Death yet remained a stranger.

But why? Was his mind too corrupt and darkened for even the devil to want to touch? He had never believed in any God, but surely there was one looking down on him and mocking his pathetic existence. How else could he have survived an injury that should have killed him?

He could remember little of the mission, only the sounds of people shouting orders, the potent scent of smoke and chemicals in the air, and pain. Certainly not the worst pain he’d experienced in his life, a blade to the gut still had the honour of that, but close to it. He was fortunate that the concussion he’d received had left him drifting in and out of unconsciousness for most of the trip back to base.

His arm was fucked. According to the doctor and the reports from various other operators present on the mission, his elbow was bent in a way it definitely shouldn’t have been, and there was enough shrapnel in the remaining flesh that he might as well have lopped the whole thing off entirely.

Which is exactly what the doctors ended up doing.

It was their last resort, but with the complete lack of feeling in the limb coupled with an infection that just couldn’t be stamped out no matter how many antibiotics they pumped into his IV, it was necessary. They tried as hard as possible to save it, but necrosis had set in, and the safest course of action was to remove all damaged and dead tissue.

He still wasn’t sure what would have been worse, being taken out by sepsis, or dealing with his current existence.

And what a miserable existence it is.

KorTac wanted to keep him on – surely, they couldn’t just let a wild beast like him roam free without a firm hand on his leash – but there was very little they could offer for him. Stay with the PMC and become a glorified guard dog? Train bratty little recruits? Sit behind a desk pushing papers nine to five? No, that would destroy what little grasp he still had on his sanity.

That was how he ended up standing on the rundown porch of a house that could be described in a single word as dilapidated. It was cheap but came with enough land for him to not need to worry about nosy neighbours. He’s so far lacked the motivation to do anything to try and restore the building, but it has four walls and a roof, which is more than can be said for some of the “safe” houses he’s utilised over the years.

He’d been lucky to discover the place at all with how small the town is. A passing comment from a fellow soldier about the region had caught his attention and, considering the impossibility of returning to Russia, he’d decided to look into it. America was a massive continent, and in the US he wouldn’t be questioned for owning weapons. Even better? This particular state allowed him to continue to keep Sputnik without suspicion.

The old man who had been selling the house had been sympathetic after he’d played the whole “injured veteran” card and had even offered him a reduced price for the property. It still sickens him to think about how weak he must have looked in that moment, but needs must, and what he needed was a place to call home, even if only for a little while.

One terrible accident and he’s reduced to begging for help like a stray dog wanting scraps.

His irritation has the hand of his prosthetic curling gently into the fur of Sputnik’s pelt. All it can do is open and close around things to allow him some form of grip, but it works, and he supposes that’s all that matters. His girl doesn’t seem to care that it’s not a flesh and blood hand petting her, leaning into him regardless.

She’s the centre of his current predicament and the reason he’s been forced to reach out for help. No amount of puppy dog eyes and wide grins sent his way are enough to save her from a trip to the vet. Or rather, a visit from one.

He waits patiently as a large car rolls down the gravel road that leads to the small house from the property’s front gate. Sputnik whines as it draws closer, before beginning to laugh with nervous excitement. The moment the vehicle pulls to a stop she moves to investigate, but is quickly stopped with a barked, “МЕСТО!” command from Nikto.

Sputnik huffs, unimpressed with not being allowed to greet their visitor, but settles for sitting at the top of the stairs while her master approaches.

In all honesty, Nikto had been expecting a grizzled old man or woman with decades of experience under the belt when the receptionist had promised to send someone with knowledge of exotics. What he wasn’t expecting was... you.

#writing #fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #reader insert #call of duty nikto #nikto x reader #cowboy au

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dailydragons · 24 days

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I am not immune to this propaganda…

Do you like long fantasy series, but are tired of authors never finishing them?

Do you like interesting magic systems?

Do you like when characters form intense even psychic bonds with animal companions?

Do you like your heart getting ripped out of your chest and then stuffed back in full to bursting and but then ripped out again to get stomped on but it turns out you like that too uhhh let's call it... intense yearning

Do you like dragons? Of course you do, why else would you be on this blog!

WELL DO I HAVE THE BOOK SERIES FOR YOU!

The Realm of the Elderlings is a 16-book series is comprised of four trilogies and a quartet. All of which have been finished. Yes that's right, Robin Hobb saw other authors who can't seem to finish their multi-book fantasy epics and said "I will finish mine 4 different times to show you it's incredibly easy actually." She also has written multiple other series (some under the pen name Megan Lindholm), set in different universes.

So, where to start?

The components of RotE are:

The Farseer Trilogy

The Liveship Traders Trilogy

The Tawny Man Trilogy

The Rain Wild Chronicles

Fitz and the Fool Trilogy

The three bolded trilogies above are told from the perspective of FitzChivalry Farseer, one of the main/major characters in this universe and my eternal blorbo. The Liveship Traders trilogy and Rain Wild Chronicles are told from several points of view, and happen in chronological order between the series above and flesh out the worldbuilding, lore, history, etc.

For the most complete look at the universe, you can of course read everything. However if you want to stick with just one character, you can read the three bolded trilogies only. And of course, if you don't want to commit to a metric ton of words either way, you can just read the first trilogy and see what you think. Though I do think the levels of joy/pain/adoration increase with each work as you get more invested in the characters, of course.

OR. You can in fact read the Liveship Traders trilogy or the Rain Wild Chronicles quartet completely independently of the others. I actually started with Rain Wild Chronicles because those books have the highest concentration of dragons--it was actually a follower of this blog who recommended them to me, and I decided to jump into those rather than commit to The Whole Series (which at the time was only 13 books not 16). But I loved the writing style and wanted to learn more about the world, so got into the rest, and now I actually think the Rainwilds books are the weakest of the bunch (though I still enjoyed them initially)!

But You're Following This Blog, DailyDragons, So Here's The Part Of The Pitch You're Actually Invested In

Now I will be up front that you don't get many dragons in the first trilogy. There are a kind of dragons that appear at the end but dragons are not the main focus of this one. However Hobb learns from her mistakes about not including tons of dragons in her fantasy world and you get more in the next parts of the series.

The Liveship books deal with sea serpents and dragons in very interesting ways I don't want to spoil, though it's a slow build. But VERY fascinating reveals into the dragon's biology, life history, and magic.

The plot of the later half of the Tawny Man Trilogy revolves around dealing with how the world of this story used to have dragons but they have practically gone extinct. Less direct contact with dragons but still a dragon-centric last book.

Rainwilds is chock full of dragons. Including as POV characters. Can't complain about lack of dragons here at all.

Fitz & The Fool Trilogy is lighter on the dragons at first and then they show up en force at the end. Ta da!

anyway please read these books and join me in my eternal suffering. wait, suffering? nevermind who said that. shhh. it's fine. you will love fitzchivalry farseer. you will love the fool. you will never be the same again.

#realm of the elderlings #THANK U FOR GIVING ME A HANDY DANDY SOAPBOX #lise-thethinker #i am always ready to weep about these books publically #i have read the entire series uhhh. 3 times? and condensed version 4 times #since i first read them in 2015 #WHEW. yeah. god i love them #ramblings #not dragon art #i guess

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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Inosuke Hashibira x Reader (Mine)

Hey @mystikalini, I did the thing...

Summary: Inosuke thinks you're weird, his kind of weird, which makes you his, right? Of course he doesn't tell you that nearly as well as he tells everyone else.

You've got no clue when it happened, he tumbled into your life like a hurricane, ploughing through everything in his wake.

You were about a year older than him and met Inosuke and his friends on a job.

He didn't seem to care that the demon you were there to kill was still very much alive when he ran into you and hurled you against a wall, demanding "Fight me!"

At the time, you thought he'd gone insane, fear and adrenaline addling his brain to the point of this ridiculousness.

Later, you realised that he was just that nuts.

You did end up fighting him, and the demon, all at once. It was utter chaos, both Tanjiro and Zenitsu nearly blew a fuse over watching you two go for each other between swinging at the demon.

For a first meeting, it's impossible to forget.

Inosuke would only back off when Tanjiro threatened to headbutt him, while Zenitsu fawned over your sword skills and begged you to protect him.

From that point on, Inosuke would try and find reasons to challenge you. You made a point never to lift your blade to him again, and instead discovered a new way to get him to back off.

'You're kinda cute when you jump around like that.'

If not for that bore mask, you would have seen the blush colouring his cheeks, but thanks to that mask, all you see is the hot air he blows as he sputters at you.

'I am Lord Inosuke, King of the mountain! I ain't cute damnit!'

You giggled, loving your new advantage against this, a live hurricane of human.

It was a joke at first, you swore it was, but the longer it went on, the less funny it was.

Without being able to fight you, he found other ways to "compete" with you. Who can train for longer, who can get to the mission faster, who can eat more. Of course, all of these competitions exist purely in his own head, and end up driving you to spend a lot of time together.

If you're cooking, he looms over you, trying to steal bites until you rap his knuckles one too many times. He relents to just talking to you, sitting on the highest point he can reach like some kind of cat watching over you work.

You're too busy to notice that he's taken the boar off his head and propped it under his arm, chin resting on his fist as he watches you move.

His eyes linger on the care you take with each ingredient, ears catching the tune you started humming when he lapsed into comfortable silence.

You're weird, he's decided that's the reason he likes watching you so much. No one else makes everything look so easy, even when you don't get it right, you smile and laugh yourself off, only to try again.

Yeah, weird. Your smile's weird too, lights up a whole damn room like a candle.

You're weird...but you're his kinda weird. That's what he's decided.

Did he tell you about this decision? Absolutely not.

It's not like you need to know about it, everyone else does.

Overnight, he went from being your friend to being downright possessive.

You were talking to Tanjiro about some new training exercises Mitsuri told you about, when you suddenly felt a heavy weight on your shoulder, warm breath and the smell of animal fur filling your senses.

Inosuke leans heavily on your shoulder, boar hat skewed back to his face is just about visible, scowling at poor Tanjiro in absolute, creepy silence.

'Uh...hey Inosuke, are you feeling okay?' Tanjiro muttered awkwardly, only continuing to receive that blank silence with a glare to strip flesh from bone.

You looked back and forth between the boys, feeling the warmth rise to your face as Inosuke's bare chest is now pressed into your back, his arm draped over yours.

The silence drags on for another few seconds before Tanjiro breaks eye contact, and your world is suddenly upside down as Inosuke sweeps you unceremoniously off your feet.

'HEY! What the hell are you doing?!'

'He was lookin' at ya funny,' Is his only explanation as he starts away, practically running down the halls. 'You're my mate, not even Gonpachiro gets to look at you like that.'

'I'm you what now?!'

'Duh, my mate. You're the only one good enough so obviously I'm the only one good enough for you.'

He explained it as if it were obvious and had you draped over his shoulder like a sack of flower, but despite the entire lack of care in the apparent way he handled you, you couldn't help but feel your hear swell.

His words sank deep, soothing old insecurities, and you couldn't help but giggle at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. It's so very Inosuke, you can barely stand it.

'Hey, who're you laughin' at damnit?!'

He slammed you back upright so fast you were almost thrown out of total concentration breathing, vision spinning as you re-set to upright mode.

Your smile returned and before he could think to stop you, you tipped the boar up and leaned up, planting your lips on his.

He turned redder than Tanjiro's hair and froze, lips unresponsive until you poked him gently in the ribs, from there he was working on pure instinct, and his instincts have always been perfect.

'See? Told you, you're my mate!'

'Whatever you say, weirdo.'

#demon slayer x reader #inosuke x reader #inosuke hashibira #inosuke hashibira x reader #tanjiro kamado #kny #misturi kanroji #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba

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sebsxphia · 11 months

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Help I have a thot so rotten I need professional help.

Rhett is working and you rile him up - so.far so usual. At one point he snaps and ties you to a breeding stand and then proceed to mount you. All the while snarling how your going to be breed like an animal in heat when you act like one. No amount of pleading and begging will help you

￫ a/n: lemme fucking tell you something anon. i got this. read it. and was in shock for the next ten minutes. i love this so so so much it’s unhealthy 😵‍💫 welp! we’re going down!

￫ c/w: rhett using derogatory language towards the reader, comparing you to an animal in heat, rhett being mean and degrading to you, cnc, p in v, daddy kink, manhandling you, what’s in the ask is what you’re gonna get.

you’re both working in the barn through the afternoon, moving hay and other supplies, cleaning out the horses and keeping the rest of the livestock in check. the humid summer heat has past it’s highest point since midday, but you’re both still struggling through the heat. it’s unbearably hot inside your stuffy barn and understandably, you’re both agitated.

every so often when you pass by rhett, you squeeze at his bulging biceps or at his crotch that’s already supporting a semi from your heated touches. he lets out a low grumble the fifth time you pass him by and you mock pout at him.

“what is it, daddy?” you elongate the last part of your wording with a flirtatious touch and bat your eyelashes teasingly at him.

rhett’s jaw is set firm as he scowls at you. his eyebrows are knitted tightly together in frustration as he bites back at you. “quit it. you’re actin’ like a fuckin’ whore right now and it ain’t helping.”

“but, daddy—” you whine out again, but rhett is there to cut you off instantly.

“enough. fuckin’ help me finish this and maybe, i’ll be nice to y’ later.”

his tone is firm and unwavering, and you should know better than to push him, but you excuse the heat for your lack of better judgement.

“fuckin’ fine. i’m goin’ inside and finishing myself off, somethin’ you can’t do.”

that snaps the final cord of patience that rhett has inside of him for you. he’s quick to grab at your forearm with a bruising grip as you leave the barn. you yelp out and struggle against him as he manhandles you, pushing you closer to a corner of the barn. it overwhelms you how strong he can be. your thrashing is no use.

your eyes are wide when you see him dragging you closer to a breeding stand, yet you feel the inside of your stomach somersault at the prospect of what rhett is suggesting. you still go along with it however, pleading with desperation as he ties you to the breeding stand.

“r-rhett? what are you fuckin’ doin’?!” you land with a final thud as rhett pushes your neck down to rest on the head stand that would be used for animals. you’re bent over and on all fours, with your feet teetering and scraping along the hay covered floor. your dress is flipped over your ass and you feel rhett’s hot and calloused fingers hook inside your underwear and tear them completely from your frame.

“if you’re gon’ act like an animal in heat,” rhett’s voice behind you is an ugly snarl, his teeth biting at one another. “i’m goin’ to be breedin’ you like an animal in heat.”

you hear his belt buckle clang against itself before a harsh smack is delivered to your exposed ass and the backs of your thighs. in reaction, you let out a cry that ends with an embarrassing moan. you hate yourself for being so incredibly aroused by this, but you don’t hate yourself for playing into his fucked up little fantasy.

his hands grip tightly at the flesh of your hips as he mounts you like an animal himself. you let out another pleading moan as you feel his tip push through your folds.

“rhett! please, please—” you’re begging and pleading with him, but you don’t know what for.

another curt smack is issued to your ass as he stuffs himself full inside of you. “animals in heat don’t get a say in this, quit your whinin’ or i’ll stuff your mouth with a horse bit.”

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spaciebabie · 1 year

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"i couldnt find the artist but im reposting this art!" "this art isnt mine!" "credit to the artist 😋" YOU DESERVE NAUGHT BUT WORMS DEVOURING YOUR ROTTEN FLESH YOU SCUM OF EVEN THE HIGHEST HEAVENS. YE WHO CARES MORE TO CONSUME AND PROFIT MORE THAN YOU DO TO CHERISH. YOUR STORY OF GREED WILL AFFORD YOU NO PLACE IN THE HEARTS OF OTHERS AND WHEN YOU ARE LAID IN THE DIRT TO DECAY AS THE DAYS GO BY AND YOUR BONES ARE WITHERED BY THE SOIL YOUR EXISTENCE WILL ONLY BE KNOWN BY THE MICROBES THAT FEAST AND FEAST UPON YOUR FLESH AND BONE UNTIL THERE IS NO MORE. YOUR SIGNIFICANCE WILL START AND END WITH YOUR GRADUAL DECAY AND YOU WILL BECOME NOTHING MORE THAN THE DIRT THE ANIMALS WALK UPON.

#spacie spoinks #this is your friendly reminder ta not repost my art 💖#IF YOU SEE SOMEONE REPOSTING MY ART REPORT THEM PLEASE THEY DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION #I FUCKING HATE REPOSTERS WHO JUST FUCKING SCALP ART FROM HARD WORKING ARTISTS AND THEN POST IT ON THEIR FUCKING #INSTAGRAMS TA FARM LIKES AND GARNER ATTENTION I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU #AND THEN YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO PUT 'credit to the artist!' WHICH ONE FUCKWAD????????????????? THERE'S A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD #THERE IS LIKE NO REASON FOR ACCOUNTS THAT JUST REPOST OTHER ARTISTS ART 2 EXIST ITS ONLY FOR CLOUT

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sins0fthefather · 2 months

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Cravings Run like Water.

Entry II- J.I.N

It felt like ages since he had tasted a proper meal.

The smell of autumn was cool on his tongue as the crunch of leaves pervaded the deafening sting of the air, a chill running up the spine of anyone less protected. A chill he could not feel, nor see, nor taste. It had been ages since he had felt just about anything.

Well, anything besides the ache in his stomach.

His hands reached out to hold against the bending of tree lines, grasping and trembling for anything that could guide him along. It had been dark for a long time. Far too long. His limbs croaked with each movement in an unfamiliar urgency, much like a piece of himself that didn’t truly belong to him. He didn’t know where his feet had taken him— he didn’t bother to ask. It mattered very little in the end where his hunger took him, it wasn’t as if he had a semblance of control over it after all. He let his body have it’s way with him, much as it tore him apart. The smell of flesh pierced through his senses, granting him the briefest sense of direction. The presence of civilization was more filling than the former option.

I will not starve.

It wasn’t a request or passing comment, it was a command of a highest order. A slave to the being hidden away behind his mask, he was at his core torn from his own senses of morality. The legs that carried him stalked forward with a slow trudge that could only be compared to the wariness of a wild animal. He could no longer tell if he was the predator or prey. He would sacrifice anything to rip his mind away from his body’s actions, away from the eradication of beauty that he was responsible for, yet the hunger only drew him further and further. His hands reached out against the ridges of bricks and the grooves of wood, each stepping stone letting him stalk behind the outer limits of the town his other half had dragged him to. The scent of blood unlike his own filled his senses, presenting itself to him like a full course tray picked to his tastes. Would his trembling hands grasp at the throat of a son? A daughter? A family? A sacrificial lamb? Much of it was up for debate, left to the devices of the him inside of him.

Without much thought— much resistance— he had felt his way through the panel of a nearby window. Cold. Much like himself. His body slumped against the floor with little effort, the muffled squeak underneath him failing to showcase just how overbearing his form had become. The scent was unbearable, teasing him further throughout the domain that did not belong to him. Each step into foreign territory was hesitant, feeling around for furniture and obstacles his eyes could no longer perceive. Before long he had slinked his way up the structure of a staircase, the carpet underneath his skin almost familiar. Yet, it wasn’t, and the shadow that encroached as he followed his senses made it clear. Every step was torture, a breathless please escaping the confines of his mind with each thump. Yet, his other half refused to listen, much like the unfeeling being it was.

The low creak of an unkempt door rang out so clearly to him as he pressed against the wooden structure, a sound so loud to his ears and only his. It was sharp. Foreboding. Similar to the shifting of grass underneath his heel when paired with the elements. Yet it was a sensation unnoticed, one that many would excuse for something lurking around the corner in a bad dream. This case would not be so simple. He crept further, further, feeling, sensing, smelling for any hint of what his body craved. It was only when his legs teetered against the surface of a bedpost did he realize his instincts had carried him there, watching as he had trembled.

He could hear breathing underneath him, steady in it’s slowness as the calm remained. From the scent, he could pick up the fact that it was a female. He had cursed himself every step of the way, but the crisp clarity of undeniable hunger prevailed against all other odds. He didn’t register how his body had leaned forward on it’s own, his hand sliding into a nearby pocket for the familiar edge of a sharpened scalpel. The image of what he was doing was unclear, until the soft hitching of uneasiness caught his attention.

He could not see it, but he felt it crawling against his skin. The figure underneath him had awoken, her stare piercing in the fear that overtook it. Fear of him— of what he had become.

“… J—.. Jack?”

The sound of her voice was quiet, yet oh so jarring. He felt his hands freeze under such a simple plea, second guessing himself. Did this person know him? Was he unknowingly targeting the livelihood of his own familiarity? His kin? Even then, he couldn’t escape the sinking feeling that followed him. He felt her fingers brush against him, searching for answers just as desperately as he was. It was only when her hands found his ID wrapped around his collar did his stomach sink further into himself.

Of course she didn’t know who he was. That would’ve been too easy. She was merely reading off of what was provided to her, fumbling for any sense of security within the darkness. A low rumble left him in response, a hand traveling up to raise the mask that had hidden his more horrific features. Even if he had prayed for another outcome throughout the entire journey, a beast’s hunger still belonged to the heart of one. The cold handle of his blade reminded him of the fact that he was, at the end of the day, a beast all the same. His voice came out pleading, begging— asking for forgiveness long in advance. Yet, no amount of forgiveness would sway his hunger.

“… I’m sorry.”

#hes so fun to write #desperation in a physical form asf #eyeless jack x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta/you #character study #character intro #eyeless jack #ej

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hyu7eii · 1 year

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under the moon's gaze — l.dh

SYNOPSIS — it was one of those summer nights. The nightly breeze cools what was left of the heat from the summer sun and all that's left to watch the vibrant verdure was the moon and the stars. But despite that, with dew-like shine, they blossom under the moonlight as if the golden pour of their beloved sun had never left. The night stayed full of life; even without the sun, in some ways, warmth seeped through under the moon's gaze.

PAIRING — lee donghyuck & reader

GENRE — countryside!au, childhoodfriends2l, fluff

WARNINGS — trespassing, making out

WORD COUNT — 3.0k words

NOTES FROM AUTHOR — so this was also from my old blog :') hope you enjoy it!!

You watch as the speckled night moves the moon to the highest peak of the sky. The coolness of the air felt great on your skin, you almost think you could fall asleep like this, but alas, a certain face couldn't help but ruin those plans of a well rested slumber.

Funny how even in imagination, he still seemed to be causing trouble.

After tossing and turning for the umpteenth time this evening, you find yourself seated by your house's front porch watching this big rock in the sky with little to no fascination. You were bored.

The afterglow of the summer day made the night life seem much brighter—unwilted and evergreen. It painted a scenic picture, the moon was at the perfect place, the stars shone brighter than ever, and the trees swayed along to the lullaby of the creatures home to the grass. But no matter how beautiful these things are, they still could not take your mind off of the person you find much prettier in your eyes.

You sigh. How merciless love could be that even picturesque sights like this didn't amaze you anymore.

Perhaps you were being dramatic, simply caught up in the fact that no matter what you did, he stayed like a pest in your mind. Maybe if you tried even harder, you would successfully distract yourself from him. Yeah, you thought to yourself, just stop thinking for a second and just bask in the night sky.

The stars twinkled at you and you smiled back. At first the sky looked like a canvas filled with strewn dots—scattered and unrelated, but then you found yourself gazing at something that looked like a triangle? But it wasn't quite a triangle because it was rounded and much longer. It almost looked like a... fish's flipper?

You weren't an expert in constellations by any means, but you started making them nonetheless. Perhaps you should give them new names and meaning.

You continue to flesh out the unfinished fish flipper shape, conjuring up an image of a whale jumping over heavy ocean waves, flashing you an almost cartoonish grin. This was quite fun. You looked below it to see a small creature running while holding a triangle of sorts. The stars inside the triangle helped make an illusion that it had holes, therefore concluding to yourself that it was a mouse holding a block of cheese. But what was it running from? You see a tail and claws reaching out to the mouse. You look at it for a bit and realize it was a cat; now the scene made sense. You name that one constellation "tom and jerry".

You let your fingers trace patterns lazily on the sky, connecting the dots just like those activity books you used to practice on when you were younger. One line goes to the left, then down, then you trail it to the right, and you continue on mindlessly.

After you are done, you pause. What did you just draw? You didn't have any image in mind as you were mapping out the shape, so you left it up to your imagination to make up for the lack of sense.

You follow back to the lines, letting your fingers walk the familiar stars to make out the shape. It didn't remind you of an animal nor an object. Perhaps a person?

Star one, star two, star three, sta—

Wait a minute. You feel your cheeks burn.

Did you just trace Donghyuck's moles?

It wasn't like you memorized each of their locations on his face (that was a lie), but you completely failed the point of why you started playing astronomer. Now you're back to square one, wondering how, even in the stars, you see him.

And it was just like the wind carried your thoughts to him because, as soon as you thought of him, your phone rang with his name blaring on the screen.

You picked up the call, giving up on distracting yourself from him. "Hello?"

"I see you over there." You look over to his window just beside your house and you see him clad in pajamas, hair sticking out in different directions, and a boyish grin on his face as he waves at you. You guess that he just woke up.

Before you could give a response, his voice sounds through the phone. "I'm coming over there, wait." Then he hangs up the phone, again, giving you no room to give a proper reply. But that didn't matter as you felt yourself smile. As long as you got to see him you were happy, even if he had rudely hung up on you. The weariness from your lack of sleep was now replaced by this giddiness that has you up and ready to run across the fields. You sigh albeit blissfully; you were definitely in love weren't you?

"Why are you smiling to yourself like a creep?"

You could only glare at him as the smile slipped away from your face.

"I wasn't smiling like a creep," you say defensively, "I was just… "

You stare at him and you feel your chest squeeze just a tiny bit (it wasn't just a tiny bit). You thought butterflies and sparks were just cheesy cliches, and honestly speaking, you never felt them around him. But when you look at him, you are reminded. This was the boy that pulled at your hair in kindergarten, the boy who you got in trouble with for playing out too much, the boy who you always went to when you were feeling down, the boy who, in his own way, shows you how much he cares, and the boy that still shined so brightly in the night.

You didn't see him in the stars; he was the brightest star, and though the moon may be beautiful, you would rather spend the evening basking in his glow.

"You were just?" You hear the questioning lilt in his voice and you snap back to reality.

Coughing into your fist, "I was just… thinking," you (try to) nonchalantly look at anything but him.

"Alright… " You ignore his skeptical gaze.

He suddenly comes closer, settling down on the space beside you, knee slightly grazing yours. He had his arm leaning on his knee as he rested his face on his palm. "What were you thinking?"

Did he have to be so nosy? You were starting to think he already knew what you were thinking, he was a smart boy after all. "Nothing really, and isn't it past your bedtime? Why are you even here?" you tease abruptly, trying to change his focus.

He gasps like the drama queen that he is, "Now you're treating me like a kid! Are you trying to act like my mom or something?" There is a slight pout on his lips when he says that. Not that you were looking at his lips (another lie), but it reminded you of the times he would get sulky at you when you were children.

"No, you just keep acting like a kid." You say almost fondly; your comment didn't hold any meaning and was just said to further tease him. He scoffs at you, rolling his eyes, "Says you."

You gulp a little. Since when did he become hot?

Of course you were lying, the boy in front of you now wasn't the same one you knew all those years ago. You don't know what kind of shattering force that played with you right now, but they make you hyper aware that this boy grew out of his chubby cheeks, his former languid body growing a stronger build, and the top of his head now surpasses yours. Though the younger him was incredibly adorable, you couldn't help but like this a little more. He certainly grew up well, didn't he?

It was silent for a moment, both of you just appreciating the fine evening. With Donghyuck, there was no such thing as awkward stillness. Though there are times he didn't know how to shut up, he surprisingly knew when to let the quiet do the talking. He was more mindful than he let on and you sometimes wonder what exactly is he thinking about.

"Follow me, I'll take you somewhere," he juts out of the blue, standing up and looking at you expectantly.

You raise a brow. It wasn't like you didn't trust him—if anything he was more reliable than he seemed, but you wouldn't put it past him to put on mischievous acts at any time.

"And where would you take me?"

"Uhm, to…?" He thinks as well. You were starting to think this was one of his pranks.

"A walk! Let's go for a walk." He grabs you by the arm, hoisting you up to stand. You guess that he sees the skepticism on your face because suddenly he hooks his arm around yours as if to handcuff you to him. "Come on, trust me a little. It's not like I'm gonna throw you off a cliff or something."

"Now that you say that I'm even more suspicious." You laugh when he sarcastically rolls his eyes at you.

Both of you walked in silence, side by side with his arm around yours. It felt nice just being like this. Being with him felt nice. You felt a high around him you couldn't quite explain; it was almost like a trance. You were bound to his painting, now linked to him in a way where he became ubiquitous. Your eyes will remind you of him, your mouth will speak of things that remind you of him, and your feet will remember wherever his own falls. And just like now, you follow his footsteps as he leads you into a dream.

He was beautiful, wasn't he? The sight around you may be riveting, others around you may find people much more attractive, but all of that didn’t matter because they weren’t Donghyuck. No matter how many times you repeat that, it would never dull how captivated you were by his light.

Before you know it, he stops. He turns to you as he removes your linked arms to cover your eyes with his hands. You let him do what he wants, not putting up a fight even when your sight becomes dark. "We're close, don't peek!" You hum fondly, wondering where he is taking you.

You feel grass tickle the skin of your leg, the land beneath you now softer as you hear a fence being opened. He still covers your eyes as he guides you inside to wherever he was leading you to.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Shh, we’re almost there.”

He suddenly brings you to a slight uphill, gently and carefully guiding you as he brings one hand to the small of your back while the other still covers both of your eyes. You were used to his touchiness, but for some reason, this particular one made you feel flustered.

With a few steps further, the both of you stop. His hands leave your eyes and your sight is greeted by a familiar field. Memories of both of you being chased by Mrs. Park crosses your mind and you shiver. You should have never trusted Donghyuck.

"Hyuck, we're not allowed here!"

“Says who?” You almost had to will yourself not to immediately start running back home like a coward, but you also think it was best to simply just leave your pride and stay away from trouble.

Mrs. Park was a scary woman, most doing their best to never anger her. But the problem was she was always angry no matter if it was her birthday or the happiest day of her life. Even in your almost adult self, you still felt as terrified as you were when you were a kid.

You deadpan at him. “Remember when we last came here?" You could almost hear her shrill screams out in the distance.

“Your point is?” You facepalm, sometimes it was a curse when you couldn’t put up a fight with him.

Despite your senses telling you to turn back, you stay knowing that you would much rather spend time with Donghyuck than spend your time staring up at your bedroom's ceiling with only thoughts of him.

“Hey look, it's still here,” he goes to a tree, looking at it with almost glazed over eyes. When you looked over the tree he was staring at, you immediately knew what he was talking about. You went beside him, also looking at the carvings on the tree, chuckling when you see both of your old handwriting.

"May this tree serve to protect us from the evil that lurks within this field" and a stickman depiction of Mrs. Park with devil horns beside it was carved messily on the bark of the tree. You reminisce the moment you both wrote it.

Both of you were six then, playing around like you usually do when you hear an almost glass-shattering cry. Mrs. Park was livid, screeching around almost like a ghost from those horror games Donghyuck used to play. "We should make a protection barrier!" he said, and that's how both of you ended up hiding behind the tree, hoping that it would protect you from the monster that was Mrs. Park.

“I can’t believe she hasn't found it yet.”

He laughs, “If she saw this she would probably scream so loud that her big shiny earrings would crack.”

He suddenly lowers to the ground, lazily leaning against the tree. “We haven’t been here in a while, a certain wuss was too scared of big bad Mrs. Park to come back,” he gives you a look.

"Yeah, and a certain person cried to his mommy when Mrs. Park caught him."

He scoffs, "I wonder who that is," knowing full well that it was him you were talking about.

He gazes up to the moon. You didn't know if he knew you were staring so intently at him. If only he could see himself the way you did, he would know how you feel. You wouldn't want to look at anything other than him.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"You look good."

"I always look good."

At that, you wholly agree, shamelessly. Even when you are caught, you don't let up.

He looks at you with an almost smug face. “I knew it.”

“What?”

“You were bound to fall in love with me someday,” he says, probably teasingly, but you weren’t in the proper mind to figure that out.

"Yeah… "

"Yeah?"

"I guess I am in love with you."

Now, he wasn't expecting that. He gawks at your seriousness, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. “Are you okay, don’t tell me you're starting to lose yourself there?” he shakes you profusely.

You stop the shaking hands that were starting to make you feel dizzy. “No, I am perfectly fine," you say, a little annoyed that he ruined your moment.

You see Donghyuck staring at nothing, but he had a big smile on his face and his cheeks were a little red. And at that, maybe you felt a little bit of hope.

It was silent for a bit, both of you trying to avoid each other's gazes. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe you shouldn't have said anything. But this was Donghyuck, after all your years together, he wouldn't let just these feelings break that friendship and everything you built together.

“I like you too, I guess.”

You laugh.

He covers his face with his hands. “Why are you laughing!”

And you continue to laugh, not at him, but more so because you were happy.

He hid his face on your shoulder and you felt his shoulders shaking as he joined your laugh. Both of you were idiots.

“Can we kiss?” He looks up at you from your shoulder, starry eyed.

Now you were starting to feel the flush grow hotter, but you still nodded nonetheless. He made you feel so heady, both of you slipping away to a special place only both of you know.

You feel goosebumps on your skin as you feel his hand graze yours, also feeling how he slightly trembles when you both lean into each other. It was dizzying, almost drunk. You just wanted to feel him close, never wanting to stray far away from his light.

It was taking too long, both of you were taking too long. You press into him, surging your lips forward and all seemed to be right.

It was soft; the grass below your hand, his cheek that you were cradling with your other, and his lips that fit perfectly with yours. At first, it was just a fleeting kiss, lovingly giving him a peck. But when you see the fond look in his eyes, you couldn't stop from giving him more.

He was sweet, you feel his hand land on your waist as he rubbed small circles with his thumb. Again there were no sparks, but with Donghyuck you didn’t have to act unfamiliar. Both of you moved in rhythm, simply just being in the moment as both of you enjoyed the sweet caresses of each other’s lips.

Time didn’t exist and both of you continued for as long as you liked. You don't know how, but you ended up on his lap, still kissing as if both of you couldn’t get enough.

You smiled when the kiss broke. His eyes were closed, leaning his forehead on yours, also bearing a smile on his face. "We should've done this sooner."

"Let's make up for lost time then," you say as he sighs into another kiss.

When you parted, he looked marvelous. His hair was messed up, clothes wrinkled, and his lips swollen as he looked up at you with soft eyes. You cursed in your mind, he was so pretty.

He leans his head into your chest as he hugs you. “We should get you home, you know,” he says, but he doesn’t let you go.

“Okay, let’s go then,” you say, knowing that he didn't mean it.

“One last.” And both of you stayed in each other's arms for the rest of the evening.

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gabessquishytum · 8 months

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Wrote this in my notes first in case it gets lost, bc ive sent asks into ur box a couple of times before and i didnt think they sent? So;

Inspired by a pwp fic from the GO fandom, dub con where Dream's a hotshot CEO who's office is in the penthouse floor of the building, and Hob's the window washer.

Dream's got the whole exhibitionism thing, so imagine he regularly fucks himself in his office chair, legs spreads on the armrests facing the world. He's always assumed nobody could see him, I mean. No cameras in the office and hes on the 83rd floor on one of the highest skyscraper in the city, who's looking, right? He gets a kick out of the FEELING of being impossibly watched though, and it makes him cum harder than he ever could in any club or orgy. Hes usually so into it that hes not paying any actual attention to the wide open windows he's got his holes facing, so he doesnt notice when somebody...finally DOES see.

The exterior of the windows get washed on a twice every 3 months basis, on a rotation. Its a dangerous, expensive job, so theres not a lot of guys on hire and its usually the same ones. What Im trying to say is Hob's been doing this a long time and hes good at what he does. He usually gets to see Dream, even if the CEO doesnt notice him right back, and he has to admit he has a lil crush on the guy (I mean who wouldn't). Some new kid gets into a Fall and the schedule gets fucked up without Dream knowing and Hob gets the full Dream Holes treatment.

Dream doesnt notice him there practically the whole time. Hob's taken his phone out and he's recorded the almost the whole thing, every moan and orgasm and flex of muscle and flesh. He just plans to keep it to himself and jack off with it, but on the last second Dream opens his eyes and they lock eyes and he freezes like a cornered animal.

Hob raises his eyebrows. Mouths "dont let me stop you.", one hand holding a phone up and recording the other hand fondling the bulge on the front of his pants. Dream takes one look at the obscene tent the front of hsi pants and cums so hard he squirts and stains the windows. Hob smirks.

Something something Hob blackmails him with the video to let Hob fuck him on a regular basis. Maybe in the office itself. It'll certainly tick a kink off right both of their lists.

Omg hi!! So sorry your messages haven't been getting through before now, that's super annoying. Please feel free to message me at any time in the future if you're wondering whether I got your ask or not. I know it can feel a bit anxious wondering what happened to your message <3

Anyway: this is amazing and I am. EXTREMELY into it. I got a little happy wiggle thinking about Dream squirting onto the window, hoooly shit.

Hob is such a dirty bastard omg. Like he may clean those windows until they shine but he is FILTHY. He's got absolutely no qualms about filming that video in the first place, and then using it as blackmail material. He's just never seen such a pretty cunt, and he wants to remember it. And if Dream didn't want him to see those lovely holes then why'd he show them off like that?

Dream isn't going to admit it but he's enjoying this blackmail thing waaay more than he should. It's been a long time since he had a decent dick inside him, and he knew ever since he saw the bulge that Hob would be big. Dream takes great satisfaction in pushing Hob down into his leather desk chair and climbing onto his cock to ride. He's got a lot of frustration to work out and Hob is the perfect solution. His big hands go around Dream’s waist just right, and his cock hits places that no one else ever has. Plus he can be quiet. And he makes sure that Dream is quiet, too. Stuffs a pair of panties or a tie in his mouth if necessary.

Dream is working on persuading Hob to fuck him on the mechanical platform he uses for the window cleaning business. Hob argues that whole city could see them. Dream counters that that's the whole point.

#iprefertheterminsane #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw exhibitionism

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SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS IN MY DRAFTS

Wow okay a lot more ppl asked for this--

How I built a Kraang Society:

Ppl talk about all different kinds of tips for world building a society. But I have a different technique called "I have vivid nightmare disorder and wrote down the shit I've seen in that one dream that inspired FCAU."

So let's explore!

Starting with the baseline Kraang structure that is canon in the show. GEM readers will know this structure btw. Apocalypse lasted 22 years from 2022 to 2044, there are 7 Kraang types, 3 aliens developing these types, at least one Kraang laborcamp, no more ocean, cloudy skies, infection by contact and spreads fast, hive mind, stronger with empyrean, and others I can't list off the top of my head.

FCAU not only follows the baseline as seen in the movie and GEM but we also add new features.

Starting with new Kraang types:

(From lowest "rank" to highest, brief explanations, potentially making more if I feel like it.)

Parasite: Canon. Those little bitey fucks from the subway tunnels.

Mound: New type. Evil quicksand that feasts on your rotting flesh.

Zombie: Canon. Partially possessed animals (including humans and yokai).

Hybrid: New type. A human with the ability to transform into any Kraang type. Only one exists. And his name is Casey Jones Jr.

Canine: Canon. Aka hound or dog or whatever. Fully possessed animals.

Howler: New type. Imagine a canine with a tuba for a head. But the tuba can also kill you.

Mimic: New type. Outlier of the Kraang types as it is not a part of the hive mind but is still loyal. Mimics injured loved ones to lure in prey. Considered quite rare.

Snitch: New type. Literally an eyeball with wings that keeps an eye on lower class Kraang to keep them in line.

Decoy: Canon. Possesses inanimate objects (plus plants). (i.e. the Kraang Train or Kraang Helicopters)

Minion: Canon. Specialized canine type that Brother Kraang possessed himself that directly obeys Kraang Prime, Brother and Sister. Mainly consisting of the Foot Clan and the Metro Tower Victims.

Droids: Canon. Reanimated corpses of fallen Kraang from the prison dimension and brought back into Earth.

Sister Kraang: Canon. Domain over lower class.

Brother Kraang: Canon. Domain over upper class.

Kraang Prime: Canon. Domain over all.

Now the Kraang are separated into 3 classes: Lower, Upper, and Regal.

Lower class are Kraang of Earth origin or residue. (Parasites through howler as seen above.)

Mimic is not considered in a class as it is an outlier.

Upper class are Kraang of true origin or inanimate objects. (Snitch through droids as seen above.)

Regal are Kraang aliens. (Prime, Sister, Brother. No other aliens exist. These 3 are the sole survivors of their kind.)

Just like class in our society, these guys are also separated by location.

Kraang Biomes:

Aside from abandoned ruins and empty ocean floors, the Kraang have made the Earth habitable for them.

Infested ruins: Abandoned cities overrun with Kraang. Oxygen levels low.

Kraang forests: Heavily infested areas resembling a "forest" of Kraang trees and bushes and wildlife. Oxygen levels very low.

Kraang Caves: Caves in which lower class Kraang resides in, mounds (and occasionally mimics) on the outskirts. Oxygen levels normal.

The Hellspot: The only place on Earth that has heat. Kraang do not reside here. Oxygen levels high. COs levels also high. ;)

Floating Archipelagos: Groups of floating islands ripped from the ground (referring to Dimension X, wink wink). Consists of laborcamps, incubator pods, and upper class Kraang. Oxygen levels very low.

Laborcamps: Domes in which Humans/Yokai in captivity being put to work for the exchange of "sparing" their lives. Oxygen levels normal.

Incubator pods: Used for correcting defective Kraang. (Defective meaning any Kraang (lower class) becoming sentient again.) Oxygen levels very low.

Technodrome: The mother ship. Consists of Regal class. Meetings are often held in here. Oxygen levels low.

Now that you have learned the types and locations, you can make a few conclusions.

For instance, if you see mounds, you are near the outskirts of some Kraang caves and should probably get the fuck out.

If your oxygen levels start depleting, you should probably leave. Those who venture further would require an oxygen mask. As the years progress, almost everyone has one.

Kraang don't need oxygen, the exception being zombies who are still somewhat alive inside and the parasitic host needs them alive so uh yeah they'll need oxygen. For now. Over time, they build a tolerance.

Kraang also like it cold. They covered the Earth in thick permanent layers of clouds and removed the ocean in order to drop the temperatures wayyyy down. People would need to bundle up. A lot of nature would start dying. Without the ability to use GPS in a world of no WiFi and being unable to map the stars, travelers would get lost and die before reaching their destination. (Luckily Donnie has a fix but that's lore for another time).

Lower class and Regal being alive need substance. Any living thing will do. Plants, animals, human/yokai flesh. Last resort being other Kraang. (I am assuming cannibalism took place in that Prison Dimension in order for those 3 to survive. Kraang Prime be like "I ate my grandma"--)

Casey Jr being half Kraang is half affected. He still needs oxygen but it's kinda like Ellie from TLOU where he doesn't really need a mask. He also prefers the cold and is very sensitive to heat (Like Will in Stranger Things 2). Pre-rescue, his diet consisted mainly of raw meat from a successful hunt. Which yes, does include human/yokai flesh. And also he is not connected to the hive mind unless in contact with another Kraang, usually his mom. (And further more, post-rescue, if he touch Kraang then Kraang discover Resistance and that is a very bad no no).

And now a shoutout to the culture:

Upper class culture is practically non-existent. Just obedient soldiers designed to obey the top 3. Their culture mainly consists of playing their roles and following orders to a T. They aren't sentient after all so why bother with retaliation in this dystopia? Also, their language skills don't exist, relying solely on the hive mind to communicate.

Lower class culture is freaky but remarkably beautiful in its own twisted way. Their language skills are still there inside and would communicate through words or animalistic sounds (barks, screeches, clicks, hissing, chrips, etc). In the watchful eye of the snitch, they act as obedient as the upper class. When the snitch is away, they like to let loose.

For example, there is song.

Kraang aren't supposed to be into music. Music is a distraction. But the lower class indulge in it. In their own unique communication, it's like they're saying "I'm still alive inside. Please don't forget me."

And like music, there is a practice around it. The practice is called the Siren Song.

The howler starts it, using its howling siren/alarm sounds to create a melodic note. Each Kraang pack has at least one howler, if there are more then the others would harmonize.

Then the canines join in, howling along or stomping their feet to create a beat. Mounds click and hiss to create a rhythm. Zombies begin to sing.

To an outsider, it sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Kraang noises aren't pleasant after all. But if you were to listen closely and study them, music can be heard.

In the practice, everyone joins in. They reach out to each other to let them know that they are still here, still alive, still sentient. Those who don't join, usually old canines, are the ones who are no longer sentient inside.

Occasionally, the Regal would hold meetings in the Technodrome. They send a message through the hive mind and the packs will start moving to wherever the mothership is. The upper and lower class excuse their borders and merge as one as they file in. During these meetings, usually Kraang Prime holds them and explains to the Kraang about their further plans of invading and conquering Earth.

And in these meetings, there is etiquette. You must bow properly, speak properly (depending on your type), you must follow orders and be in perfect synchronization with the others, you must not defy Kraang Prime and always respond with "Yes, brother.", and much more.

Defective Kraang are typically Kraang zombies who fall out of line. Mimics are also debatable defective despite their loyalty. When a snitch catches a defective Kraang, they...snitch. Minions would enter the Kraang Caves to apprehend the defective and take them straight to the Technodrome where they are put on trial before Kraang Prime himself. Kraang Prime would evaluate the severity of their defectiveness to determine how long they would need to spend in the incubator.

Typically, the incubator "cures" the defectiveness and the Kraang returns to normal. Some...take a few sessions.

The Kraang also have rules and societal standards. They are the "apex species of the galaxies" after all. They must all be perfect. In unison. No mistake. No failures. Only success. Perfect working cogs and gears in a well oiled machine.

This means that the defective, disabled, the mimics, and other outliers are discriminated against. They are not perfection.

Music is a distraction. Family is a distraction. Love is a distraction. Emotion is a distraction.

Humans/Yokai are inferior. Pests. Weeds. Must be eliminated. Kraang supremacy. Case closed.

Fall out of line, incubator. Question authority, incubator or even death. Too weak, eaten alive.

Kraang must cull the herd. Kraang will prevail.

Kraang don't believe in gods. They are the gods.

Cassandra did her best to protect Casey Jr from it all.

What does this mean for Casey Jr?

I don't think I need to even begin to explain that obvious child abuse and trauma is involved. Colonization and genocide are at play. War is upon us on this fucked up Earth. It's all very...metaphorical to our reality. Just keep this in mind for how dark the story may get, for those who don't like dark stories. (There is a lot of fluff, dw.)

You can expect to notice things in his behavior here and there as he is rescued. At first, it'll feel like kidnapping. These people are supposed to be bad but yet they're feeding him, treating his injuries, and giving him a bath and fresh clothes. His speech is half developed, being raised by lower class Kraang. He doesn't want to sleep with blankets or properly bundle up. He kneels when he is in trouble.

Conclusively...

All of this is still a WIP for Feral Casey AU. May more ideas are being put in every single day.

But still, the advice I can give you on how to build a society, just start somewhere. The Siren Song is where I started. I have even been working on composing the music just for the fun of it.

It also helps that I am a specialized VA. It's a stim now to make Kraang noises, and it helps me translate them into my story and design the types too.

Then things will keep building from there. =)

#feral casey au #feral casey au rottmnt #fcau rottmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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