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#but I’m out of inspo... I’ve barely even been able to play with it in my head
infernalodie · 11 months
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𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 || 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤
“𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘰, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶“
Inspo: Daniel Caesar - Blessed
Summary: She needed to know she was blessed to have you...
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Warnings: Angst and some very comfy fluff
Words: 1419
“Why do your parents treat me like royalty?” Milly asked, smoothing out her dress in the mirror.
You waved your arm, scoffing quietly. “They grew up in Atlanta. Hearing someone with an accent like yours makes them jump to conclusions. They think you qualify as the Queen of England-“ you stopped yourself when seeing her peek her head out of the bathroom, parted lips of shock with the corners tilted upwards in a smile. “-which you are in my eyes, of course.”
“I’m not even English. I’m fuckin’ Australian, Y/n,” she commented, giggling.
“Oh, I know,” you chuckled. “But if you don’t speak with an American accent, you might as well be royalty and my family gets a bit excessive when that happens.”
“Has it happened before?” Milly stepped out of the bathroom, now bare of the dress with nothing else to hide your intrusive gaze. Something she quickly picked up on, snapping her fingers. “Use your head to give me an answer. Not thinking of ways you plan on trying to keep me up tonight.”
“But baby-“
“Do as your told, honey.” Her lips were pressed in an amused grin, raising an encouraging brow.
Since the dinner with your parents, she hadn’t been able to remove the tickling feeling in her stomach. The butterfly effect always appeared when you looked in her direction, smiling at her with that dreamy look of yours. Or when your hand would caress the inside of her leg, breaking her walls slowly. Because while your mother and father were peppering her with questions, you just traced shapes into her skin, clearly enjoying the way she was fumbling over her words.
She knew how the night would divulge when the two of you got home, but she would play her time.
You sighed, shaking your head. “First girl I actually brought to my parents, my mom immediately started saying “no” and forced her out of the house and demanded I break up with her.”
Milly laughed. “Why?”
“Because she was a white girl and acted like she knew what our life was like and grew up in the hood.” That made Milly fall into giggles, trying to hide her lips with the back of her hand. It was adorable and made you chuckle, biting your bottom lip. “And all of the girls after that I never brought to meet them,” you said. “Well, until you at least.”
Her feet padded against the ground until you felt her pressed against your back. Arms curling around your waist with her lips meeting your back, pressing delicate kisses against ebony skin. Her hands gently ran up and down your stomach, fingers pressing and nails digging wherever she saw fit. It made you stand up straighter, unable to hide the deep groan that bellowed deep in your chest.
“I’m glad,” she whispered, eyes slightly flickering shut as you absorbed the warmth of your skin against hers. “I’ve missed you so much. I’ve been just waiting to have a moment to ourselves.”
You smiled, folding the pair of dress pants before tossing them to the foot of the bed. “Well, I’m here with you now, honey.” Turning in her hold, you stared adoringly down at the woman. Her eyes sparkled with love. Her touch was a drug. Her voice was a lullaby. Her personality and smile bring light to a room where shadows reached outward.
Taking her face in your hands, you caressed her cheekbones, smiling softly. “God, I fucking love you.”
Milly couldn’t decipher what it was. A blast of warmth hit her face suddenly, making her bottom lip quiver. Eyes tearing up as your smile slowly fell, brows scrunching together. “I’m sorry.” She wiped her eyes. “I- I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so sorry-” Before she could say anything further, you lifted her chin, softly pressing your lips to hers.
She was frozen against you, tense under your warm embrace. But as the seconds passed, she melted against you. Sniffling as she wrapped her arms tightly around your neck, feeling you grab the back of her thighs and lift her off the ground. “I love you.” Your words made her eyes water more. The salty taste of her tears falling to your lips as your hands held her gently. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”
Slowly lowering her to the bed, you pulled away just enough to stare at her. Milly’s face was red, eyes fluttering as she fought to have them open. But the longer you stared, the more she felt the need to cover herself. In the instant she attempted to do so, you pushed her arms above her head, peppering her body with kisses and bites.
“The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” you praised between kisses. “I love you. I love you so fucking much, Milly. I love you.”
You repeated it over and over again, feeling Milly hold you tighter in a flare of urgency. Her tears stained her cheeks and stung her eyes as you hid your face in her neck. “Say it, baby.”
Milly’s lips trembled. “I love you, Y/n. I love you so much.”
You smiled softly, sitting up. Grabbing the blanket, you placed it around your shoulder, your body creating a makeshift tent for the woman lying beneath you. She was wiping her cheek, sniffling and letting out faint whimpers.
Exhaling softly, you wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her enough to switch spots. Her body immediately sought your warmth, arms coiling around your chest. There were no words spoken. Just the soft strokes of warm hands and soft breaths against skin.
It took a while before you had the courage to speak. Milly’s sniffle converted to soft inhales as she gently massaged your sides. “Why did you start crying?” You asked softly, tilting your head to get a better look at her.
She swallowed thickly, nibbling on her bottom lip with her head adjusting to meet your gaze. And there were the sparkles again, the peppered glitter of tears that hung at the brim of her eyes. A shaky smile appeared as she said, “I thought I would never get to hear you say it,” she confessed. “With the distance, I thought you wouldn’t be sure of continuing what we have.”
Your lips twisted in a sweet smile, eyes softening as you cupped her cheek. “Milly,” you sighed. “You are the most beautiful girl I have met. I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone else. Sure as hell no chick that works at a Hot Topic.”
Milly felt her lips crack into a grin, tucking her face in your chest as she giggled. Feeling you press your lips to the crown of her head and sigh. “I love you, baby. And if you need me to say it every day, I will,” you reassured. “Everywhere I go, if you aren’t there, then I don’t wish to be there. But knowing you’ll be coming home and I can have you for myself makes my love for you grow.”
“Even if it sucks?” Milly inquired gently.
“Even if it sucks,” you repeated, smiling. “I care too much about you to let selfish desires hold you back from your job. And I love you too much to be hung up on things you have no control over.” A soft chuckle fell from your lips as you shook your head. “Baby, I want to come home to you. I want to come home from work and just have you waiting to hold me. Ask me about my day and tell me about yours. But if I have to wait years for that to happen, I can be patient. I just wanna see you shine baby and I will love you no matter what.” 
And it was there that things were eased and Milly allowed herself to smile. Allowing herself to indulge in the love you were giving that she had never been aware was for her. And she felt special. And for the first time in your relationship, she felt deserving of it because you had been putting up with her work schedule since the two of you met. You were willing to work around her times and willing to drop everything to spend an hour with her if that’s all she could give.
But now, she knew that this love you had to offer was special. And for however long she could bask in it, she would enjoy it and hope to pay you back in reciprocated feelings.
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a/n: hope you guys spot the homage to some lines from attack on titan because i couldn’t not incorporate them when it felt like it represented the villainess so whole-heartedly. homages aside, chapter 1 is now officially here after a week of anticipation and i’m really excited to have it out for you guys to read! i love villainess isekai stories and being able to write one for a series i like? 🤌🏾 the main inspo is def villains are destined to die but hopefully you spot other references while you read this series and may you all enjoy the ride
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She’d only had her magic for a month but even at six, [First] was showing signs at being quite adept with it. 
“Mama!” [First] waved her hands around as she skidded to a halt in her parents’ study where they mixed and ground herbs for the medicines they’d become. “The violet grass should blossom earlier now! I’ve been practicing!”
“What?” The matriarch of the house halted her movements in surprise. She exchanged a look with her husband. “Is that what you’ve been working on all this time? You just got your magic, swee-”
“But I have to learn!” [First] laid her fist on her chest, cheeks puffed in determination. “I’ll learn everything about herbs and magic and then you and papa can retire while I look over the shop!”
“Retirement?” [First]’s father looked at his daughter like she grew a third head. “And where on earth did you learn about concepts like retirement?”
“Mister Omari from the bakery told me that’s the duty of the first-born child,” [First] explained seriously. She had no siblings, but that merely meant she would have to work just as hard regardless. He also said it was a blessing for her magic to be so intrinsically connected to her parents’ chosen craft. Her father never had a knack for magic but Dendro flowed in her mother’s veins as it did her own. “I have to become a master as soon as possible!”
It was why she studied her parents notes as if they were picture books and would always watch them carefully prepare medicines as needed.
[First]’s father chuckled in disbelief, “I think that message might have been for his son, Sprout.” He jostled his daughter’s head around playfully, resting a hand atop her hair.
[First] blinked, face blank, before crossing her arms resolutely, “well I’ll still be the best apothecary ever so you can both retire!” The girl promised regardless. 
“You have many leaves to grow before you have to worry about that,” her mother kissed her daughter’s forehead, hugging her tightly. The woman was always quick to remind her that she was still a bud, nowhere close to blooming. “You’ve earned a new leaf!” She clapped and [First] could barely stop herself from hopping with glee as her mother marked her height on the wall. Another leaf was added to the stock of the tall sunflower drawn on one of the walls of their home. Every birthday, a new line would be added and a green leaf drawn around it to mark. [First] couldn’t wait for the day that the wall would be completed on the birthday when she’d come of age and the leaves would reach the sunflower head at the top.
“Magic shouldn’t be used to make our garden grow faster unless we have to,” her mother held her daughter’s hand firmly but gently. [First] held an endless amount of pride that her mother’s magic was what she inherited. She’d grown up to her mother waving a hand and weaving cosmos blossoms into her hair, crafting countless flower crowns for games she’d play. When her magic came the day after her birthday and was revealed to be Dendro, it was a dream come true. “When there’s a rise of illness or an emergency, yes, but plants should be grown by our own efforts. That’s how we communicate with them.”
“Communicate?” [First] cocked her head curiously.
“Plants have a lot to say to us, most people just never stopped to listen,” her mother pointed to the kalpalata lotuses on the table. “Flora told me she was ready to become medicine,” her hands gestured at the beautiful potted purple celosia placed on the bookshelf. “Ruu likes to sing when sunlight begins filtering in the house.” [First]’s eyes grew wide at her mother’s explanation and her mother smiled in return. “If you don’t work to get to know them, you won’t be able to hear them when they talk.”
“Is that why our shop is so successful?” [First] asked in amazement.
[First]’s father suddenly grabbed his wife and daughter in a large embrace, grinning all the while. “If that’s what your mother says, then she must be right! This shop has the best plant whisperer in all Teyvat!” 
“I’m always right,” his wife replied smoothly, not missing a beat.
“I wanna be a plant whisperer too!” The youngest member of their family declared. “I won’t use magic to make our garden grow faster anymore, I promise!”
[First]’s mother smiled in satisfaction, “only in emergencies.”
“Only in emergencies,” [First] repeated.
(But when one’s house was set ablaze, how could a child predict how to react in such an emergency when your magic would do nothing but add to the inferno.)
“Papa,” [First] coughed, eyes burning and back searing. “Mama’s still inside.”
She never knew her father to be one to get scared, but he was terrified in that moment as he patted her soothingly. “[First], listen to me,” he told her calmly but his fingers dug into her shoulders painfully. “I need to go back to get Mama, okay? So you wait right here for us to come out.”
Don’t go! Don’t leave me here! [First]’s vision blurred, shaking her head. 
Her father smiled so reassuringly, she almost could believe that everything would be fine. “We’ll be right out before you know it, okay Sprout?” He hugged his daughter tightly and although the burns on her back hurt something fierce, [First] couldn’t bring herself to cry out in pain. “Everything will be just fine!”
He never came back out of that house, nor did her mother and it was all a neighbor could do to keep the child from running back into the blaze while she screamed her voice raw for her parents.
Just like that, the childhood home [First] loved was gone.
Her parents’ bodies were burned beyond recognition. Her mother had died first, according to the people who had come to record the damages and remove the bodies recovered. Her father, with no more strength to continue, died holding her in his arms. They both died from suffocation before the flames claimed the rest of them.
The doctor gave her the bare minimum treatment for her burns. There’d be no way for him to get paid, after all. There was no reason to waste precious supplies on a patient that couldn’t pay. It was promptly off to the streets with her, his practice far from where her parents’ shop had been located with no familiar adults or children in sight.
Where do I go now? [First] held herself fearfully. Passersby didn’t spare her a passing glance. Mama, Papa, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go.
Her original thought was that her parents sent the Duke to her. That her parents led him to wander the streets that day so he would find her alone eating mold-covered bread. He only wanted a copy of Imani, that [First] knew. But he said they could be family.
He paid for her burn treatments.
He dressed her in beautiful dresses.
She just had to follow one simple ruleー stay out of Imani’s room. 
One simple rule and she could keep the life that the Duke gave her. One rule broken, not even by her own hand, and even though it hadn’t been taken away entirely, the Duke never again called her daughter and [First] never again called him Father.
Liar, he called her.
The only reason she hadn’t been cast out to the streets was because of her looks. She looked just enough like Imani to find some worth in keeping her around. Which was why in public her story was that she was ill until recently and that was why she was unable to attend the parties and events the Duke attended.
[First] might have grown to resent such occasions, but she’d always be thankful to some extent. It was because of that obligation that she was allowed to meet Diluc in the first place.
“Are you okay?” Diluc asked when he stumbled upon the girl, crying alone in the vineyard.
“Don’t worry, I know the way out,” the boy smiled without a care in the world as he held her hand. “Everything’ll be fine, just follow me.” He talked and talked as he led their way to where the rest of the guests were located, a stark contrast to the quiet man he would grow to become.
[First] laughed wetly, “you’re really nice.”
“A gentleman isn’t supposed to leave a lady crying alone, that’s what my father told me. So that’s why if you’re alone and upset, just find me!” He probably meant in regards to if [First] was ever on Ragnvindr grounds but she latched onto it.
She begged the Duke for an engagement to be placed between the two of them. How she managed to get him to relent was nothing short of a miracle. But Diluc was hers, a future of kindness was hers. 
A new father is kind and friendly Crepus, the host of the party that was always smiling.
A new brother in Kaeya, Diluc’s shy but nice brother.
A relationship like Mama and Papa’s.
I can endure this.
“You’ve already awoken your magic?” [First] felt so much pride it might as well have been herself. “That’s wonderful, Master Diluc!”
The red-head smiled with pride of his own, “Father said that he never was able to awaken any ability no matter what he tried.” For a family as renowned as the Ragnvindrs, Crepus had endured many jabs and sneers in his time. It meant the world to him for his son not to be forced to endure the same fate. With a flex of his fingers, a ball of fire lit in the boy’s hands. “With this, he says I’ll lift the family to heights he couldn’t.
At the ball of fire flickering in his palm, [First]’s instinct screamed at her run. To push him away
Instead, [First] smiled gracefully, hiding how her hands fisted her dress shakily to ground herself. “I’m so happy for you, [Master Diluc],” she wanted to mean it with every fiber of her being. Pyro was one of the pinnacle abilities a noble could aspire to have and the gods looked upon Diluc favorably to give it to him. It was always a blessing when the gods granted the abilities of magic upon mortals and the moments should be celebrated as such her mother told her.
Especially if it was the one she was in love with.
Even if the element her fiancé had been given was the one that stole her parents.
I can endure anything. 
“Pyro is a wonderful ability,” she praised once more, closing her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see the dancing flames. “I only wish our magic was more compatible.”
Anything.
The lack of acknowledgement from the Duke.
The painful combing from the maid that did her hair.
The cold meals she’d eat quietly in her room.
The spiteful snickers about her magic.
It was temporary.
Even if it means becoming the world’s enemy. 
Nobility would never look upon her favorably even if she was the daughter of an important duke. The magic she inherited from her mother solidified that. 
It was magic of the commoners, they said.
They’d curse the gods if they saw to it to insult them with a mockery of an element.
(Flower crown sitting upon her head, a princess, happily commanding her subjects.
Her mother, the most beautiful woman in the world, who always had flowers woven into her braids. 
Her father who’d laugh and claim to be a monster who ate princesses even after his daughter accidentally hit him with a palmful of leaves after tripping with her hands aglow with a familiar bright green.
A family resting among flowers grown with hard work and love, staring at the stars as stories of the constellations slipped from a father’s tongue.)
[First] could never bring herself to curse the magic that only echoed love in every memory she had of it.
It was the world and its cruelty she cursed instead.
It was the world and its cruelty she vowed to only meet with equal animosity.
Let them hate her and let them hate her magic that she sneered at. No one would find it pitiful if she wrapped a thorny vine around some pitiful wretch’s neck who saw to it to insult Diluc.
Nor would she spare the same treatment if another member of her duchy’s staff thought to tamper with one of her plants.
It didn’t matter in the end.
Even if it means the whole world hates me.
“You needn’t expend energy on those who only hope to get a rise out of you,” Diluc reminded her softly. His words were
[First] was flustered but smiled nonetheless as her betrothed kissed her knuckles soothingly, “I might have been hasty but I can’t let someone like that slander my husband-to-be. What would that say about me as a wife?” They could say whatever they wanted about her. Slandering Diluc was the one thing she wouldn’t tolerate. “I’m on your side, Master Diluc.”
She never noticed how her beloved betrothed’s smile didn’t reach the ruby red eyes she loved dearly, “and I you.”
There’s someone who loves me that’s on my side.
All that did was just prove that Diluc wasn’t worth anything that the Villainess had to go through in Normal Mode. You could barely hold back a snort of contempt as the unskippable cutscene finished. ‘And I you’ my ass, you liar. You emotionally cheat on her for practically all of Normal Mode. You both loved and resented the cutscene that gained your resolute sympathy for one of the primary antagonists of Seraphim. On the one hand, it made you realize what crafted the girl into what she ultimately became. On the other hand, it was an absolute pain in the ass to see over and over again when you died in this event.
Why did I even come here? I can just ignore all the events in theory by staying home and never leaving my room. In Hard Mode, the original villainess is shoved to the side after nearly attacking another noblewoman with thorny vines and ends up breaking her neck on a table during the fall down. Ironic how she died trying to defend Diluc from disparaging comments when you doubt he’d do the same for you. At least the event is easy to survive now. It’s easy avoiding death if you just sit here ignoring everybody. 
So there you were at the luncheon being hosted by the Ragnvindr family. Surrounded by many and yet thoroughly alone. Despite that, you knew it would likely be seen as strange if you hadn’t come to your fiancé’s luncheon. 
You exchanged words once with him when you arrived before he set to tend to the other guests. Now you sat, ignoring the words being exchanged around you as you took in everything.
Nearly all of the love interests were here.
Alhaitham and Scaramouche tended to ignore such events unless there were obligations that couldn’t be ignored. Candace sat a long ways away, chatting jovially with the women in her company. Kind and temperate, she never tolerated bullying. 
Kaeya could be spotted talking with a noblewoman. Probably complimenting her, if the blush painting her cheeks were anything to go by, as the man coyly smiled. Silver-tongued as he was, Kaeya’s charm point was how flustered he would become from genuine compliments and observations of his loneliness fueling his hard-working nature.
Then there was Zhongli, speaking with some other guests you couldn’t care less about. From how he held his cup, you made the educated guess he was discussing the origins of the china being used for the luncheon. His explanations in Normal Mode were always long-winded, often interrupted by Lumine’s train of thought on how talkative the man was for someone so seemingly quiet, but you always found it charming when you weren’t sleep-deprived practically button mashing your way past his dialogue. I guess I don’t have to worry about that now. You don’t see the Villainess in his route but I don’t think he was ever fond of her. For a god of his age, he likely found her childish and annoying at best.
As for Diluc, he entertained guests expertly.
I could always dump him and just stay in high society, you nearly smiled into your glass. All those ‘eat the rich’ tweets you supported could be dumped out the window. Money changes people and I’ve been reborn into high society. Technically.
Yet as quickly as the thought entered your mind, it was just as quickly dismissed. If I do that, I’m stuck in the duchy forever. Women are never high on the social ladder in these types of worlds, combine that with [First]’s paltry social standing and her magic type, it was a recipe of being a spinster forced to live with her father forever.
Fucking magic hierarchy, you scowled. Back in high school, the idea was intriguing and part of what made Seraphim so interesting as a game. Rather than just have magic be a mechanic, Seraphim painted the magic of Teyvat in a hierarchy. Dendro was nowhere near the top; it’s commoner magic and those with it are seen as such. Contrast to Light, a magic seen as mysterious. At most, Lumine faced speculative rumors about how a commoner could have such an ability. Of course we find out later that she’s actually a lost princess of the royal family.
Great for her, Lumine was a kind but firm protagonist who stuck up for what she believed in. Being a long lost princess was cliché but it was a cliché she deserved.
But being happy for Lumine wouldn’t change the fact that you were dealt a terrible magical hand.
Alhaitham had some Dendro troubles too though. In the main storyline, Alhaitham is seen as a waste of a man. His wealth and looks were spectacular, but his standoffish nature and abilities weren’t stellar but he still had marriage prospects from lesser nobles. In his backstory, his parents pushed him aside but because they died with no other heir, Alhaitham inherited everything. He was a tricky love interest who preferred intelligence to flowery words and he was more so interested in researching Lumine’s magical abilities to start. But he starts taking an interest in her after she defends him from gossiping nobles.
You stop yourself before your flight of nostalgia-tinted fancy could get carried away. Focus on the hierarchy, focus on the hierarchy, you remind yourself, thoughts turning to other Dendro-wielding characters.
For a character like Baizhu, whose roots weren’t in being wealthy, his magic type wasn’t a big deal. Dendro was expected of a doctor.
Were there any other characters with Dendro? You brain racked in frustration trying to recall memories of a game you hadn’t played 
There was Kaveh, the royal architect. 
There was also Tighnari, an employee at the Pardis Dhyaiー a botanical garden where you can have several dates with the love interests.
Neither of them were love interests despite their designs being popular with Seraphim’s fanbase. Nor could you remember any sorts of jabs at them from in-game characters because they weren’t nobility of any kind.
So it was only Alhaitham and [First] who were given the short end of the stick.
Geez what gardener hurt the developers when they were coming up with all this? Plants were resilient bastards of nature with beauty to boot and it got the bottom of the magical social pyramid? Fuck it, I’ll be Dorothea Millanaire then and my ‘Ray’ is someone I can actually blame for driving me to the brink of- you stop your rant with pursed lips. Never mind, I already died once. Don’t wanna do it again. Even if you did pick up a sword, everyone would laugh at the idea of a Dendro Knight. And with how low [First] is viewed, they wouldn’t let me join the royal army anyway. They’d probably be expecting me to get greedy and try becoming a tyrant.
The thought was nice while you were having it though.
Regardless, the fact of the matter was no one in high society respected wielders of Dendro.
You searched your memories of your previous life, remembering the countless series you’d read that you never thought you’d be experiencing. Yet here you were.
Lumine isn’t here for me to be a Melissa and basically keep shitty love interests away from her. Nor were the love interests of Seraphim nearly as bad as the assholes plaguing the novel Yuri was the heroine of.
Catarina would probably prepare for Lumine’s arrival, step out of the way and hope for the best.
Maybe I could be rebirthed Dorothea then. It might not have been of the otome isekai genre, but the protagonist was still the villainess of her original story. Given a second chance at life, she decided to live virtuously and in a form of atonement decided that she wouldn’t take or covet what was not hers.
You set down your wine, looking at the man who used to be your favorite love interest who seemed to be leaving. He always would retrieve the wine his family specialized in himself, a true gentleman and one of a kind despite being born a noble. In a begrudging way, you still couldn’t help the small part of you that believed he was the man best suited for Seraphim’s true protagonist. Diluc had his good points. But that part wasn’t enough for you to willingly allow yourself to be stuck witnessing their true love story blossoming in front of you and the whole of the kingdom to see.
But Dorothea actually had things to repent for. What the hell did [First] ever do?
You stood up half enjoying the flinches of those closest to you. The event was supposed to commence now, some random noble you barely remembered would start badmouthing Diluc and you were supposed to fling to his defense without being the violent ‘crazy bitch’ everyone knew [First] as.
The Penelope Eckhart method was the only option you found most palatable.
They can talk all the shit they want, I’m out of here. Without a word, you made your way to the garden’s exit. Lumine wouldn’t be able to complain if there was no villainess standing in her way, you sighed to yourself. I disappear and everyone gets to be happy, especially me.
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This room really is heaven on earth, it’s impossible to be mad in it.
What was it about a room full of plants that made it so warm and inviting? 
Oh my gosh she even has a calathea white fusion! You could tell from how the fern greens and whites seemed to be painted on each leaf in different shades. She called this one Nahida, you recalled from the memories. As big a fan as you were of calatheas, you could never bring yourself to go out and buy one. They were too high maintenance for you to handle. But if your magic is literally the element of plants, it’s basically a cheat sheet to handling any plant you have. Search as you did through [First]’s memories, though, she seldom used her magic on her collection of plants.
Maybe a touch of Dendro here and there if they looked under the weather, but each plant was maintained entirely through hard work otherwise.
“I hope Master Diluc won’t mind when I bring you all to the Ragnvindr Manor,” she’d giggle, imagining that her husband-to-be would be surprised by the collection she accumulated in her time at the [Surname] Duchy. But that surprise quickly subsided and despite his busy schedule, Diluc would be beside her tending to them when he could. “But if he doesn’t have a green thumb, he’d still be there to spend time with his wife.”
The Ragnvindr staff would be kind and respectful.
Dinners wouldn’t be lonely.
Everything would be perfect.
The memories felt more depressing by the second.
You sat at the foot of your bed. I don’t think there’s a place I could move into with all of these plants, not without spending all the money I could take from this place. Sad as it was, the plants would have to be left behind.
You weren’t sure where you’d go in the world of Seraphim; the game never focused on much beyond Teyvat and Khaenri’ah unless you went down Scaramouche and Candace’s routes. Even then, it’s generous to say they gave us a lot of information about them. Nor were any of the towns and cities of Teyvat ever truly shown or discussed.
That was fine when you were just a teen glued to your computer. Now that you were a resident of Seraphim, you cursed the lack of exploration in the game. Lumine never had much reason to explore the town after she was taken in by that duke. And we weren’t really shown much of the town when we were playing the chapter before her powers awakened.
You’d just have to figure things out while you tested your abilities. There was much to learn about magic now that you lived in a world with it. Wherever you went, you were going to be fully prepared.
They called it ‘commoner’s magic’ but that just means I have a job opportunity wherever I go. Surely there’d be something you could do. You could be a florist three towns over or live in a cottage in the woods, society all but dead to you.
You just had to find the perfect time to exit stage left. And I’ll break up with Mr. Perfect Gentleman while I’m at it.
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drabblesaf · 2 years
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Movie Night Frustration - Steve Harrington Smut
REQUESTED: Nope. I haven’t written for quite a while, and I had a sudden inspiration strike last night (especially after S4 P1 dropped).
WARNINGS: Oral (both receiving), “sir” kink - MINORS DNI PLEASE
SUMMARY: You and Steve are on the night shift at the video store - you’re trying to do work and catch up on the week’s missed jobs, but Steve gets bored easily and needs something more than videos to entertain him. 
NOTES: Uh, hey. So, I’m kind of back? 
Maybe. I’m not sure yet. I’ve been really busy with uni for the past few years (in case you couldn’t tell from my utter lack of posting here) and now I’ve finished everything, I wanted to try and get back into my writing.
May be a bit rusty, so bare with me. I had inspo strike from the new season of Stranger Things, so here we are.
Hope you enjoy guys <3
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Working the night shift at the Family Video Store was not how I originally planned on spending this evening. Sure, the pay was good for night shift, I couldn’t fault that. And any of the stock of candy we had left over was pretty much free rein until the next day’s batch came in - even more so once we hit the end of the week and needed to start clearing everything out. Those two things were no problem to me at all. The problem? Steve Harrington.
Steve had changed a lot since his time at Hawkins High. No longer a complete fucking asshat, he’d actually matured into a guy who gave somewhat of a shit. Shocking for the King of Hawkins to have such a redemption arc behind him. Maybe it was the fact he kept hanging out with the kids from sophomore year, Dustin, Mike and Lucas. Maybe it’s because my coworker Robin had actually knocked some sense into his pretty little head. Or maybe…just maybe, Steve was actually thinking seriously about his future and realising that he couldn’t be a dick forever.
Whatever it was, it still didn’t seem to occur to him that he could do his job without picking up chicks at the store - although maybe that was the same case for me too with guys. Somehow, Hawkins still had enough of a single male population that seemed to want to try their luck with the cute girls behind the movie counter, which always ended in Robin giving a heavy eyeroll and me gaining some dude’s home phone number or a reminder that they’d “pick me up at whatever time and we could go find a place to get away from it all”…which would almost always end in them wanting to go to Lovers Lake or Skull Rock, and Steve or Robin covering for me while I camped out in the staff room.
Surprisingly enough, this often worked quite well - I guess the boys were intimidated by my coworkers enough to eventually skulk out of the store, never to return again. This tactic didn’t work on the girls though, but then again, Harrington never seemed to have enough game to be able to woo them. Which is where he was stuck on this particular evening, moping as he stood next to the counter counting out the change in the register. “What’s got you so down in the dumps?” I said, staring at him from across one of the aisles, brush in hand.
“I’m losing my spark, Y/N. Losing my magic touch,” he sighed, idly playing with a cent in his hands.
“What makes you say that?”
“Have you seen the chicks that come in here? None of them are interested in me offering to take them to see the latest films in the cinema. Not a single one.”
“Have you tried just being yourself and not putting the charm offensive on all the time?” I asked, crouching down to remove the DVDs from the bottom shelf so they could get wiped down (those ones in particular always seemed to get some sort of sticky residue on them, and we could never quite explain why).
“Girls don’t like me “being myself”, (Y/N). Unless myself is King Steve, they don’t want to know me.”
“That’s not true, and you know it, Harrington,” I sighed, shaking my head as I carried the DVDs over to the desk, where he was now stood with his head in his hands. I reached over and ruffled his hair slightly, causing him to look up and give me a playful glare.
“Hey, leave the hair out of this,” he chuckled, poking his tongue out at me, before pausing and flicking his tongue over his bottom lip. He did this from time to time, but this time something felt…different. “(Y/N), what do you mean, I know it?” His brown eyes bore into my own, and I felt a shift, as if the world had just had a mass earthquake.
“You should be able to guess, Steve - you’re smart enough after all”, I said, voice wavering slightly. I wasn’t wrong, Steve was in fact very smart - after Nancy and him had split up, he actually put in a decent amount of effort to get his grades back up so he could get through sophomore year without too many issues, which - much to his surprise - he did very well, passing the year with 85% overall. And despite his general act as the King of Hawkins High, he could pick up on social cues well and did try to keep people around him who weren’t…douchebags, for lack of a better term.
He stared at me, raising an eyebrow, and I turned away quickly, busying myself with sweeping the dust off the (now free) bottom shelf. In a sense, there was definitely something that had shifted in the air between us, and it had been something I had been reckoning with for a while now. I’m not sure what it was, but there had definitely been moments between Steve and I that had left me questioning what his motives were every damn time. Did he want something to happen as much as I did?
The night wore on, and we were both beginning to get tired of doing all the chores that needed to be done over the night shift, especially closing up shop. We closed up early on the weekends, purely because most people were out partying or had already decided on what films they wanted for the evening - there wasn’t much chance of any late buyers coming in at the last minute unless it was Valentines Day. I occupied myself with finishing up rearranging the movies on the shelves, while Steve scribbled away in the notebook we had for accounting. “Hey, (Y/N), could you give me a hand? Just want to make sure I have everything accounted for in this, and that I did the math correctly,” he said, and I stood up from the final shelf, dusting my hands off on my jeans.
“Sure, I can do that. Final shelf is good to go, by the way,” I said, walking over to him. I could feel his eyes burning into me as I walked over, shedding my over-fleece that I wore as uniform (since the shop was closed now, there wasn’t much point in keeping it on). I chucked it under the till and pulled up a stool next to Steve, running over the numbers and trying to do quick calculations in my mind. All the while though, I could feel his presence right next to me, as if he was wanting to do or say something. After about 5 minutes of thinking over the sums, I nodded. “All clear, everything’s good to go,” I said, looking up at him. He swallowed slightly, his tongue flicking over his lips again as his eyes moved over my face.
The air got thicker all of a sudden, and it felt like something could happen any moment. “Uh, (Y/N), have you…” he started, and I paused, dropping the pencil to the table in front. He shook his head, mumbling a quick “Fuck it,” before crashing his lips onto mine. The kiss was needy, feverish - almost like it was something he depended on, like a lifeline. His lips and mine moved effortlessly against one another, tongues darting in and out and battling out in a war of dominance. His hands began roaming over my body, holding me steady on the stool as the exploration took place. This was a side I hadn’t expected from him, but I let it happen, moving my hands up to his hair as I did so. 
His lips began moving down from mine to my jaw, trailing their way down to the collar of my shirt - this caused him to pause momentarily, both of us gasping for air as he looked at me, moving a hand up to caress my face gently. I nodded, giving him the permission he sought to take my shirt off, leaving me in my bra and jeans. He resumed his prior actions, lips trailing down my collarbone to one breast, then another. Each of them had kisses pressed to them, before the bra itself was gently pulled down and his lips attached themselves to each nipple, sucking and biting on each one and causing small whimpers to fall from my mouth.
This only seemed to spur him on, and made him suck each nipple more feverishly as if it was his lifeline. Soon after, he realised other areas needed attention too, and his kisses moved further and further down my body until they hovered just above the waistband of my jeans. He looked up at me, and I nodded. “Please, Steve,” I mumbled quietly, and he licked his lips again, turning his attention to the button on my jeans, which he popped open deftly before helping me shimmy the material off my hips. 
He gave a few tentative kisses over my panties, causing some light moans to fall from my mouth, before that material was removed too and nothing was in the way of his tongue. He kissed the area lightly, before licking at it, causing my hips to raise up sharply to meet his mouth, and my hand to fall into his hair. Every single action he made had my body feeling like it was on fire, and very quickly I could feel myself reaching the high I was craving. He was licking and sucking at the area as if it was his entire life force, and it was very quickly getting me to where I needed to be. “Steve, fuck!” I whimpered, my hands tugging at his hair as he moved quicker, bringing a finger into play as well and curling it up right where I needed it. That was enough to bring me over the edge, causing me to scream and gasp as I met the high he’d been trying to elicit from me for so long. He kept lapping at my arousal as wave after wave of pleasure ran through my body, causing me to tremble at every slight touch he created.
After a while I calmed down enough and the room stabilised for a short while, for me to begin to realise that Steve was unbuckling his belt and beginning to remove his jeans. Shakily, I stood up, placing my hands over his and hoping he understood that I wanted to help him. He looked at me as I did this, and said quietly, “You don’t have to, y’know.”
“I want to.” He thought about this for a second and then nodded, allowing me access to the button on his jeans completely. I carefully popped it open, taking my time with the zipper - I wanted to at least try to savour this moment before it went away and we were forced into that pit of realisation of what we were doing with each other. He sighed slightly, bucking his hips up as I pulled his jeans down, looking face to face at his hard-on restrained by his boxers. It was straining to be let out against the cotton, and I could only oblige, causing a hiss to fall from his lips as he was exposed to the air of the store.
I expected him to be packing down there - he was “The King” of Hawkins High, after all - but I didn’t expect him to be bigger than I thought. I cautiously grasped at his cock, causing him to let out a jagged moan and his hand to fall over mine. “Fucking hell, (Y/N). Do you know how much I’ve imagined this scenario?” He grunted, helping to move my hand along his length.
“No, but I could probably guess,” I snarked back, before diverting my attention back to the matter in hand…quite literally. Tentatively, I poked my tongue out and licked a stripe up one of the protruding veins on his member, causing him to groan loudly, the noise only encouraging me further. I licked a few more times before turning my attention to his head, eliciting a louder moan from his lips, followed by several curses. 
“Fuck, so pretty…you’re doing so good sweetheart,” he sighed, hand falling away from mine and slowly coming back up to push my hair out my face, causing me to look up at him as he did so. His lips were slightly parted, and he was looking down at me through his eyelashes, eyes flickering as I looked up with his cock in my mouth. “Shit…so good, fuck. You’re killing me, doll.”
This was the only motivation I needed to keep on with what I was doing, and so I took him further into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down vigorously. It was difficult to keep this up for too long at a time though, purely because he was so damn big - but Steve seemed fine with anything I did as long as I was giving his dick enough attention. Soon, he began to twitch slightly in my mouth, his moans getting louder and his breathing quickening, to which he quickly pulled me off of him with a satisfying pop! He stood up over me kneeling on the floor, jerking his cock vigorously. “Where do you want it angel? Want me to cum in your mouth like the good slut you are? Say it, come on. Tell me, baby.”
“Please cum in my mouth, I’ll take it all in,” I whined - this act alone only served to encourage Steve further. 
“Want you to beg for it properly,” he muttered under his breath, and it took a moment before the gears finally clicked in my head.
“Please, Sir. I want to swallow your cum like the good princess I am for you,” I moaned, feeling myself begin to dampen again. This seemed to work, as barely a minute later the man above me was moaning loudly himself as he reached his own climax, the hot spurts of cum streaming down my throat. As soon as he had finished, I swallowed, opening my mouth to show him that nothing remained in there.
We took a moment to both catch our breath from the experience, and he was the first one to speak. “I think I’ve got my magic touch back, but do you wanna test that theory back at my place?”
“You’re on, Harrington.”
“Hey, that’s Sir to you, princess.”
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creaturebehavior · 10 months
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a shower is HAPPENING tonight
ugh i’ve been getting a lot better at showering and washing my hair more often but this past week i’ve barely been able to keep up with brushing my hair let alone showering. i did wash my hair a couple days ago but not thoroughly. i literally took off my shirt and turned on the shower and stuck my head in. washed once with shampoo and rinsed and called it done.
finally brushed my hair again today
i’m gonna slap a little dye in my hair before my shower. i understand it’s not the most effective that my hair dyeing routine for the past few months has turned into me dyeing my dirty hair before i get into the shower and wash it, or washing my hair and dyeing it while it’s wet and usually while im still standing in the shower. but this is the only way i’ve been able to dye my hair while being this burnt out and this depressed. frankly, after being such a control freak about having the most perfectly dyed hair for such a long time it’s been freeing to color my hair sloppy style again like when i was younger. but in an even sloppier style than before actually. and you know what? i don’t care about my hair being super vibrant anyway so it’s fine w me to wash my hair right after dyeing it and it’s fine w me to dye my hair while it’s dirty like, whatever.
this time i’m gonna put a much darker blue on my hair cuz now that’s it’s fading the green is peeking through a lot so i’m not even gonna use turquoise im going straight blue + conditioner
then like i’ve mentioned before im gonna do a sunset orange tap root on my bangs so it’ll be bright orange into neon yellow into lime green
my inspo is when i was like 7 and i learned about complimentary colors for the first time and i also used to play rollercoaster tycoon at this time. my favorite colors to make the rollercoasters was orange and blue. i remember that color combo seeming soo cool to me at the time.
i’ve done a handful of complimentary color combos in my hair but i don’t think i’ve ever done orange and blue
i’ve done a lot of orange and purple, or i’ve done dark blue roots into purple into orange but this will be a whole different thing
especially with the neon yellow and the lime green
it’s giving light up arcade games. it’s giving indoor black light mini golf.
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artsy-dreamer · 3 years
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Okay, dumb crack post time XD If the roommates AU trio were plushies... Shinsou would be an oversized jumbo cat plush, Ojiro would be a monkey pillow pet, and Denki would be a little koala plush with Velcro hands and feet (like the kind you’d get in the gift shop at the zoo)
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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years
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Good Kitty
Shouta Aizawa x Chubby! Kitty Hybrid! Fem! Reader
***18+ Fic***
If you are under the age of 18, leave. Thank you.
Warnings: Kitty hybrid reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink (?), reader has insecurities, Shouta is soft and lowkey feral?, chubby kink (sorta), reader has a heat for the first time, barely implied virginity loss, a touch of dacryphilia
Word Count: 2.4 k
Author’s Note: This is inspired by @cupcake-rogue ’s fic Not Allowed on the Bed. I got permission to use it as inspo so here we are! Tbh the orignal had me feeling all sorts of feelings because, as a very subby sub that loves to please, I definitely have a praise kink and I WILL CRY if I’m called a bad girl. HOWEVER, Katsuki being the rough-around-the-edges guy he is wanting reader regardless of size made me very happy and warm and fuzzy. 
The premise with this is pretty much the same, except I made reader a kitty hybrid...and of course I wrote for Shouta, love of my life he is. I’m such a fucking simp. I’m not the biggest fan of the ending, but this has been sitting in my WIPs for too damn long and it’s decent enough for me to feel ok posting it.
Also, for reference, reader has black fur regardless of hair color. Reader could be blonde, but still have black ears and tail. That’s just the way I’ve chosen to write this for some reason, don’t ask me why, I’m weird like that. 
I think this is the first time I’ve written for a hybrid, so cut me a little slack.
Anywho, enjoy~
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You can’t remember life outside the shelter. You’d grown up here, the caretakers said they’d found you on the street as a nearly newborn kitten and immediately scooped you up and brought you back here. That was a long time ago. Now you sit, waiting, your hopes for getting adopted diminishing with every passing day.
It’s unfortunate, but you still haven’t been adopted. It’s not that you’re bad, you always behave, you make sure you do. But you’ve overheard time and time again the people that gazed down at you and whispered about how you were too chunky, too big and too squishy for a kitty hybrid. And some even called you bad luck. The pitch black fur on your ears and tail warded off many.
Today was just the same as any other day. Wake up, get fed, wait in your room while potential owners pick and choose not you. Adults and children alike would take chunks out of their time to play with you, but they all left the shelter with another smaller cat. It was nearing bed time now, dinner just finished and the caretakers were about to start closing when the little bell on the front door jingled. Someone had just come in. You ignored it all the same.
Two pairs of footsteps began making their way past rooms, whoever it was that had entered smelled good, like coffee and tree bark. A smooth hum accompanied the caretaker’s voice, it made your ears twitch and tail sway gently. Still, you decided to just curl up in bed and try to sleep. The chance of him adopting you was slim, if it existed at all.
As you lay there your ears pick up their footsteps, the lazy set that dragged familiar, the nearly silent set less so. You listened as they came closer, never stopping as the man strode past each room and peered in the windows. You waited for them to pass right by your room, as they had been, but suddenly the footsteps halted. The caretaker spoke first.
“Y/n? You awake?” You let your eyes flutter open and sat up, tucking your legs under you and sitting up straight. They asked the man if he wanted to go in and see you, and he gave a simple nod. When he entered you finally looked up at him. The first thing you noticed were his eyes, tired and bloodshot with dark circles beneath them, a deep scar curved under his right eye. His long black hair fell around his shoulders, swaying lightly with every measured step he took toward you.
He stopped right in front of you, a large hand stretching out and you give it a small sniff before nudging your head into it, letting him pet your hair and scratch at the base of your ears. It felt nice to be getting attention like this. A small purr sounded in your chest, your tail gently swishing behind you.
“How long have you been here?” His voice is deep and calm, tired even, but it sounds so welcoming. It’s so soothing to your sensitive ears, like a warm blanket. You give a small hum before answering.
“A long time. I don’t remember anything outside this place.” At that he raised an eyebrow, turning to the caretaker with a questioning look.
“Most people look for...specific traits in the cat hybrids. Y/n here is well behaved, a perfect house kitty really,” you purred a bit at the praise, “But she’s a little larger than most. And her black fur wards off the more superstitious.” The man gives a curious hum before looking back down at you.
“Do you want to come home with me, kitty?” The question caught you a little off guard. Nobody really asked the hybrids if they wanted to go with them. You looked over to the caretaker, who nodded their head with a gentle smile, encouraging you to answer. All you could do was give a small nod, and soon you were in the car, on the way to your new home.
He’d told you to call him Shouta. He was nice, always quiet and never got mad. He never smiled, but you supposed that’s just the way he is. He gave you your own room, and always let you rub up on him when you wanted to, taking the opportunity to pet you. Occasionally you got the odd kiss on the forehead when you nuzzled into his neck. Those always made you purr. He never came seeking you out, which was good since there were times you really didn’t want to be touched. 
The longer you’re with him the closer you get, and you find yourself doing things you’d never thought to do before. Sometimes you found the floor more comfortable than the couch, and would kneel down and rub up on his leg, your tail wrapping around his ankle. There were times you’d see his fingers idly drumming on his lap, and you’d lay down and nibble on one with your little fang-like canines. He didn’t seem to mind that little oral fixation, and he always let you do whatever you wanted. All in all, life with Shouta is great.
But today you feel weird. You’d been cooped up in your room for the first hour or so of the weekend morning, not quite wanting to go out and make it known something was off. But it’s gotten abnormally hot, your face and chest especially warm, and between your legs as well. Your panties are beginning to feel damp, your thighs starting to feel humid and sticky. It’s a little uncomfortable. And your tummy is starting to boil, neediness beginning to cloud your mind. This never happened at the shelter.
Reluctantly, you step out of bed onto slightly wobbly legs and peek your head out of your door to see him sitting on the couch, a book in hand and a mug of coffee on the table. His hair is loose, his strong lean body relaxed as he read. The sight of him and his scent made the feeling worse, made your panties and thighs wetter, your chest beginning to heave with your panted breaths. 
“Sh-shouta…” Your voice came out shakier and quieter than you wanted it to, but he’d heard you regardless. He closed the book and peered over at your shaking form in the doorway.
“What is it kitty?” You nearly mewled at his voice, his heavenly smooth baritone sending a shiver down your spine through to the tip of your tail.
“Something’s wrong...I feel weird…” As you tell him about everything that’s happening to your body, he’s dragging his eyes over you, taking in every detail. Soon he’s on the phone with the doctor, you can’t quite comprehend his words, only catching snippets. ‘Help’ and ‘how long’, followed by agreeing hums. It was all jumbled after that, your mind refusing to focus as you leaned heavily on the doorframe, your quivering legs barely able to hold your body.
Shouta’s large hand came up and cupped your cheek, letting you nuzzle into his palm. When had he hung up the phone? He ordered you to sit on the bed, and you obliged, watching as he swept up his hair into a loose bun and strode over, tilting your chin to look up at him through half-lidded eyes. He’s so close, his scent overwhelming and making your brain fuzzy.
“You’re in heat, kitty.” Heat...where had you heard that before? Back at the shelter, maybe? It was all a distant, unfocused memory right now. Shouta leaned down and kissed you sweetly, lips melding with yours as you purred and mewled, your tail thrashing behind you. His hands tugged at your clothes until you were bare before him, every inch of you on display. 
“You’re such a pretty kitty, you know that? So beautiful. Lay down for me.” The praise made you purr, made a chill crawl up your spine and your tail flick wildly. You obeyed the command, laying flat in the middle of the bed and he slotted himself between your legs, plunging two fingers into your tight hole. He let out a groan, pumping and scicssoring his fingers to stretch you out. You were already a sloppy mess, loud squelches ringing through the room in between your loud, whiny mewls and panting. 
It felt so good, the heat in your belly burning and tightening until Shouta’s fingers curled up into a spot that made stars dance in your vision. The pressure in your belly snapped hard, your legs trembling as he kept fingering you through it. His fingers slowed when you whined about it being too much, too sensitive. But you still felt hot all over, now it was worse, you wanted something so bad but you didn’t know what.
He got up and undressed himself and you licked your lips at his naked body, scarred skin pulled taut over thick muscle. What stood between his legs had heat spreading like fire through your body. You’d never seen a naked man before. He was quick to return to you, slotting his hips between your thighs and guiding the thick head of his cock along your soaked folds. 
“Relax kitty. I’m gonna make you feel good.” You gave a small nod and then he was pushing his thick cock inside you, groaning at the way your pussy clamped down on him. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as he slowly pushed and pumped his hips, cock dragging along your wet warm walls perfectly. Mewls slipped past your lips, high pitched whines and pants like music in Shouta’s ears. 
His hands wandered over your body, squishing and pulling at every piece of you he could get his calloused fingers on. It made you squirm beneath him, your own hands trying to push his away, but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head in one strong hand, then went right back to groping your body with his free one.
“I can’t have you stopping me from touching you, kitty.” That’s all he said before focusing back on your body. He tugged at your belly, your sides, every place that was fatty and squishy. He’d never admit out loud how much he loved how soft you are. You’re perfect, plump and meaty, just more for him to touch, to look at, more to squeeze and pinch and pull.
He groaned out as you whined beneath him, tears beginning to clump in your lashes because he just kept squeezing, and he isn’t fucking you hard enough. Your orgasm built slowly with his languid pace, not nearly enough to get you to that peak and you were frustrated because you wanted relief but it wouldn’t come. Shouta picks up on your hips jerking and rolling, trying to get him to fucking move faster. He pulled his hips back and slammed back in, setting a brutal pace and making you whine high and long. 
Tears begin to fall from the sheer ecstasy of it, and he’s realizing how much he loves to see you cry from the pleasure he can give you. With a groan, he’s releasing your hands and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your breasts and biting and sucking at your skin as he pounds you into the mattress. He isn’t normally an impulsive man, wouldn’t let himself let go like this. But for you. For you he’d give in to his lust and ravage you like you need him to.
Your orgasm slams over your body like a tsunami, your muscles locking up and a loud yip ringing from your throat, pleasure making your whole body shake. Shouta let out a hiss, your nails digging into the muscles in his back furiously, but he wouldn’t stop for that. He never stuttered in his pace, just kept ramming his hips into yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and lewd squelches coming from where your bodies are connected. 
You’re overstimulated, throat feeling raw and tears still falling down your heated cheeks as you thrash from another orgasm, this one just as powerful as the last and making your vision spot black. This time Shouta leans back, wrapping a hand around your throat and licking the salty trails away.
“Such a good little kitty for me, so good.” With a few more thrusts he’s spilling inside you, and you can feel the warmth spread in your belly as you lay there, boneless. He lays down on top of you, both of you sweaty and tired and he starts whispering sweet words into your twitching ears.
“So pretty. You’re so pretty, kitten.” 
“Such a good girl for me.”
“You’re all mine, kitty. So good, all for me.” Tears begin to spill from your eyes for a different reason. Up until now you’d lived your life believing nobody wanted you because there was something wrong with you. You never felt ugly, never really felt like there was something truly wrong with you, but you always felt...unwanted. Unloved. Unlovable. 
But Shouta makes you feel wanted, and loved, and pretty and all the things you always assumed you didn’t deserve. You’re his kitty now, and you’re such a good kitty for him too. He’s showering you with affection that you’d never known before and you’re shaking from all the overwhelming emotions. He can feel your body quivering, leans back to look at you and cups your face in his warm palm.
“What’s wrong, kitten? Why are you crying?” Your nose twitches as you sniffle, which he mildly notes is fucking adorable.
“Do you mean it? Am I a good kitty?” His eyebrows furrow and he rolls the both of you over so you’re on top of him. He’s peering into your big sad eyes as if reading your soul through them, trying to read the emotions you’re feeling, but it isn’t hard for him to figure out what’s racing through your mind. You nuzzle your nose into his neck and breathe in his scent, his hand coming up to pet your hair and ears.
“Of course, kitten. You’re such a good kitty.” The small reassurance makes you feel warm and happy, your tail flicking softly before curling around both your leg and Shouta’s, the end brushing his skin gently. You can’t help but want to stay with Shouta forever.
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sukirichi · 3 years
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— hands to myself (nanami kento x reader)
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pov: you miss nanami too much that you can’t keep your hands to yourself
content/warnings: nsfw, voyeurism, masturbation, spanking, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, sugar daddy nanami, unedited fic
inspo: hands to myself by selena gomez
note: i can’t get sugar daddy nanami out of my head my brain goes brr brr PLEASE SEND ME THIRSTY ASKS ABOUT NANAMI 
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the penthouse felt so lonely without nanami.
he’s been working so hard, staying overtime and coming home just as you’re already buried in the sheets. nanami would slither in as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the peaceful slumber of his baby girl, but what he doesn’t know is that you don’t mind waking up, just to see and feel him before he leaves for work again the next morning.
right before the sun rises, nanami’s already left. in your dazed state, you’re sure you felt him kissing your forehead before the doors close with a soft click, leaving you alone all over again.
you know he doesn’t mean it, you know he doesn’t want to leave you – but nanami is a hero and he has a duty to the people of this world to exorcise curses to bring a safer environment for everyone. truly, you admire him for this, sometimes a little too much that you might even fall in love with the rigid and stoic man who doesn’t smile.
still, you can’t help but to miss him.
ever since you became his baby girl, life has been easy. even though nanami wasn’t around all the time, he made it up by leaving his credit card to you, assuring you that you were free to get what you wanted. out of boredom, you’d go to the upstate and use his car to drive around the hills, arms heavy with shopping bags.
you’re not selfish, of course, you always make sure to bring him a little gift too. whether it came in the form of buying a new necktie for him – which he always wore to work proudly – or donning your body in lacy, white lingerie that has nanami losing control and worshipping your body until you’re screaming his name with a dried throat, you never forget to leave a little something for him.
sometimes you wish you could tell him you don’t really want the money. you’re thankful he’s more than generous to help you pay for college fees in return of you being his sweet baby girl, but you don’t need the Gucci or prada if he’s not going to be around.
you wanted nanami more than anything else, missed him more than anyone else.
your room feels so empty without him. his scent still lingers in your sheets because he’d rather sleep with you than stay in his own room, only using said room for showering and getting ready for work.
a lightbulb shines above your head. throwing your iphone to the side, you run to his room and open the cabinets one by one. nanami was as organized with his surroundings as he was with himself. his closet is an impressive collection of dark blue button-ups, nude slacks, and his iconic nude suit jacket. they’re all of the same brand and size, and you laugh because only nanami would buy the same thing over and over again.
at the end though, your gaze lands on a rare collection of white button ups, neckties neatly rolled and tucked at the glossy marbled drawers in front of the closet. already, you feel your heartbeat picking up as your hands touched the soft cotton material, nose slowly rubbing and burying into his shirt.
it even smells like him.
your movements are swift. previous shirt discarded on the floor, your arms loop inside the sleeves, tying up just until the undersides of your breasts before you pick out your favourite tie for him, a satin black one that always made him look delectable for dinner parties.
nanami rarely wore those, but when he did, he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourself. the last time he brought you with him for a birthday ball of his friend, nanami wore this exact black tie paired with the traditional fitted, three piece suit. you remember how needy you were for him that night, little fists clenched at his dress shirt and nanami lowly scolding you to behave.
but you were so desperate to touch him – how could you not when he was so damn irresistible – that he felt bad for his baby girl. long story short, you and nanami left early for the party, with your pussy bouncing up and down his thick pole while nanami glared at the limousine driver to keep his eyes on the road, large, calloused hands possessively gripping the flesh of your ass.
you missed him so much you might go crazy.
grabbing the nearest bottle of his perfume, you spritz it into the air, leaning forwards so that you’d get his scent all over you. it somehow felt as if you were coating yourself in his name, claiming and branding yourself as his even without him in the vicinity.
that’s how much you wanted him, and you don’t stop rubbing his perfume along the pads of your wrist until you can’t smell yourself anymore. your legs are accentuated by the black suede pumps you strutted around the penthouse with, lips tainted red from the wine he kept in his precious little cellar – which was also a spot in the house you both fucked at during that time nanami wanted to taste you on his lips.
he pushed you next to the glass borders then, spreading your legs open until you’re absolutely bare of him. the memory of nanami burying his warm tongue in you has you rubbing your thighs together, your black lace panties already damp with arousal.
you won’t touch yourself, though. that’s one of the rules nanami placed the moment he agreed to be your sugar daddy: you couldn’t, under any circumstance, touch yourself without his permission.
sighing, you trudged back to his bedroom again and sat your ass on his silver desk, legs swinging below you as you stared out into the night city.
nanami likes his room dark, that even though he’s got a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, he almost never opens it. only the bright light from the opened closet is what illuminates your silhouette as you watch the skyscrapers twinkle from afar, the people bustling on the streets looking like ants from this height. it was perfect – the night looked so beautiful and the ambience so romantic with soft, classical music playing from the AI speakers – but nanami isn’t here.
he wouldn’t come home early either. you could already tell how stressed he’d be because gojo satoru always makes him work overtime.
for now, you just had to enjoy your own presence, replacing nanami’s heat and love with his perfume and clothes. his shirt is absolutely baggy on you, the ends of it falling on top of your thighs. your breasts nearly swells out from the tight cups of your bra and the fat of your thighs clumped underneath the straps of your stockings.
you’ve sighed for what seems like the hundredth time that day. it sounds selfish, but you wished that nanami would come home early and pay attention to you. surely, gojo satoru would be more than fine handling the curses himself for just today.
unable to help it, your head fell back on the transparent glass windows of his room, fingers snaking under his shirt. instinctively, your legs opened, a breathy sigh falling from your glossy red lips as you slipped a finger in. it’s not as big or as thick as nanami’s, and your hands are way too soft compared to the scraping sensation his calloused fingers gave whenever he fingered your pretty little pussy.
it’s nothing compared to what nanami can make you feel, but it should be enough, for now.
your head falls back as your heel lands on his desk, nearly grazing the precious smooth top of his table. you have a feeling nanami is going to punish you once he sees the slight scrapes of your stiletto against it, but who cares? at this point, you’re willing to pull off the stupidest things just to get his attention, just to get him to fuck you.
“nanami,” you moan around the second finger, your other hand spreading your legs open. you’re so horny that you don’t bother taking your panties off anymore, the material flushed with the slick of your own arousal that it’s heavily damp. “daddy, i miss you,” eyes shut tight, you fondle with the sensitive nub of your clit, pumping yourself slowly as you imagine that it’s nanami making you feel good this time.
you know you’re being a bad girl, that you’re being an absolute brat. not only did you break the rule that you’re not allowed to touch yourself exactly after you convinced yourself you wouldn’t, but you’re leaking right at his desk, heels grazing into the smooth material.
if nanami were to see, he wouldn’t forgive you.
he would break you.
if it was a punishment, then why do you enjoy the idea of it? why are you so enticed, so excited, so eager to have your daddy use you like a fucktoy? your lashes flutter against your cheeks, hips bucking into your cupped palm as your belly begins to tighten. “b-break me, daddy, please, nanami-”
“what do you think you’re doing?”
you freeze.
tentatively, you crack an eye open, swallowing audibly when nanami stands at the edge of his door, his glasses already removed. now that his beautiful blue eyes aren’t obscured by anything, you’re met with the intense heat of his gaze, nearly burning like wild fire. you glance down at your fingers buried in your pussy and gulp, pulling them out with a loud shlick. you were so wet at just the thought of him, so stupid to even want to be punished, but now your spine freezes when nanami struts to your way.
his hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “i asked you a question,” his low, baritone voice has you clenching around nothing, throat tight out of nervousness. “i said, what do you think you’re doing?”
“i-i’m sorry, daddy,” you duck your head down, lips red and trembling. “i just missed you so much and i got so horny-”
“so you thought it was okay to touch yourself? even after i’ve made it clear i don’t want you doing that?”
“i’m so sorry-”
nanami doesn’t give you a chance to speak before his lips crash into yours, his tongue effortlessly slipping inside to swipe over your teeth. you gasp in his mouth when his large hands cup your ass and haul your weight off the desk, legs wrapped around his waist. nanami slaps it, making the flesh bounce and gripping it tightly with a firm squeeze. you’re pretty sure you’d turn completely red and marked by the end of this, but you don’t care, fuck, you don’t fucking care – nanami’s here and that’s all you care about.
you kiss him back just as eagerly, arms around his neck as he carries you like you weigh nothing. nanami groans when your teeth nibble on his lips, eager and needy hands unbuttoning his shirt. his hard pecs and abs greet you like a present you couldn’t wait to unwrap, and you’re both breathing hard by the time you pull away.
“are those my clothes?” he snaps the strap of your bra under his shirt, eyes narrowed over the way you look terrifyingly small in his shirt. you nod, breasts rising up and down, tempting him to reach over and squeeze it. your back arches at his touch, his ministrations missed and needed. no, you craved it. he’s been gone too long you’re not sure you could take it anymore, and you hiss when nanami buries his sharp nose in the juncture of your neck, the front of his pants damp and coated with your exposed wet cunt. “and you’re wearing my perfume too.”
“y-yes.”
“tell me, baby,” nanami sets you down on your feet. your legs are a little wobbly from the heels and with desire burning in your stomach. he steadies you by placing a hand under your armpit, and you lean forward to kiss him one more time. nanami tsks and shoves you backwards, cheek sliding across the glass. “why did you go to my room without my permission? why did you touch yourself when i told you not to? do you want to be punished?”
your cheek stings from the impact of your skin hitting the glass, but your mind is too clouded with lust you can’t really focus on his words. wiggling your ass to press against his erection, you beg for him, hands looking for the comfort of his skin.
nanami slaps your ass and hand away to shut you up, and you fall forwards with a muffled cry. “answer me when i ask you a question, baby girl. i’m not always going to be this nice.”
“daddy, i-i just missed you so much, i couldn’t help it.”
“you missed me?” you hear his belt unbuckling behind you, your ass perking up in excitement. fuck, you just wanted him to pound into you already. but nanami’s always too patient, always controlled in everything he does, that you’re laying there shaking with your pussy dripping for him. finally, fucking finally, you feel his cock enter you inch by delicious inch, and you moan at the same time nanami groans at burying himself deep within you. “my stupid silly baby can never keep her hands to herself, huh?”
“no, daddy, i want you too much, i just miss you so bad.”
“you do?” he teases, rolling his hips languidly. his pace is so slow and teasing that you’re whining for him to go faster, but nanami only shakes his head. before you could fathom the way nanami’s eyes darken, he leans forward, hitting deeper than he did before. your moans are so breathy that you start fogging up the glass, and nanami rubs your swollen clit before using his hands to squish your cheeks. he forces you to follow his gaze, voice low and almost growling. “if you miss daddy so much, then show it to them. show them how good i’m making you feel. come on, baby girl, i know you can do it. you’ll do it for me won’t you?”
realization dawns you the moment nanami pushes your body further in the glass, your breasts squished and flattened against the cool surface. “d-daddy,” you gasp, tightening around him once you see that the overtime workers from the office parallel to his penthouse are now witnessing the way nanami rams his cock into you like a wild animal. “they’re, ah, watching.”
“i know, baby, i know,” nanami loosens his necktie around your neck, snatching it and tying it around your wrists instead. “let these people know you’re mine – that you’re my baby girl and no one else’s okay?”
hands bound behind your back and nanami’s thick cock thrusting roughly into you, you’re unable to move or even think straight. you just nod mindlessly as nanami keeps fucking into you, hands gently pressing down your throat. his dick keeps rubbing against your most sensitive spots and you’re shaking underneath him, your arousal heightened when you saw several of the office workers have already pulled out their cocks and stroked it at the sight of you dripping onto nanami’s black marble floors.
nanami doesn’t stop praising on how much you’re a good girl for him. now that his cock is buried within you, he’s already forgotten that you’ve broken his precious rule.
you don’t complain, though. how could you when he has you screaming his name, your makeup and sweat leaving a figure the shape of body plastered on his glass walls? you’re sure his housekeeper is going to be so angry at the both of you for leaving cum stains everywhere, but you and nanami have forgotten all about it.
it seems he misses you just as much because nanami doesn’t stop fucking you until you’re full of his cum, breasts swollen and aching from being pressed into the wall for so long.
an hour passed – maybe two – you’ve lost count from the amount of times nanami has made you cum. your legs are giving out beneath you and your latest lingerie set is broken, comforted only by the promise that he’s going to get you good one. you’re absolutely lost in the pleasure of nanami driving his cock impossible deep into you all the way until morning, body spent and shaking from all the orgasms.
fucked out and whining, nanami litters kisses all over your body to soothe you a little bit, but he doesn’t stop. and the truth is, you don’t want him to, either. legs wrapped around his waist and heels digging into his ass, nanami finally tangles his hands into yours as he pistons his cock in and out of your squelching pussy.
he’s giving you his all, and you can’t keep your hands to yourself no matter how hard you’re trying to, not when nanami is prowling into you as you’re spread underneath him before he goes gentle, almost as if making love to you.
well, you could, but why would you want to?
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ynscrazylife · 3 years
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Hey !! i love ur writing style <3 i wanted to ask you if you could write a loki x reader where the reader and loki have been best friends for a long time now and after he faked his death in tdw he knocks on their door and the reader and loki have an argument and then they kiss?? maybe like the scene in crimson peak “you lied to me” “i did” “you told me you loved me” “i do” smth similar? :)
The Greatest Deception | loki angst fluff fic
Summary: After Loki reveals himself to be alive, Y/N has some choice words to say. Loki has a question.
Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! Also, I want to say that I fully support and acknowledge that Loki is genderfluid. Seeing as this fic was requested with Loki having he/him pronouns, I will use those pronouns. (Also, I didn’t know which pronouns you wanted me to write since you mentioned they for the reader but typically I use she/her, so lemme know if you want that edited)
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“Lady Y/N?”
The voice was muffled through the door and the one in question rolled from her side and onto her stomach as she laid in her bed. A low groan emitted from the creature whose limbs were tangled in the blanket and sheets.
. . .
“Lady Y/N?”
A short knock-knock accompanied the repeating words, and Y/N had a feeling of that the lovely woman who she’d love to talk to at any other time wouldn’t stop until she replied.
She pulled herself into a sitting position, smoothed over her unruly hair, and finally pulled the covers up so her pajamas wouldn’t be seen and called out, “Come in!”
The woman opened the door and sent her a sheepish smile. “The All-Father has requested your present, ma’am,” she informed her.
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Do you know the reason as to why?” She quizzed.
The woman spared a quick, darting glance at Y/N’s window. “Well, the All-Father has requested all of the palace’s royals and higher-ups to gather in the courtyard. He is gathering local citizens for a, ah, play, and more would like, in this words, his ‘most esteemed confidants to enjoy,’,” she answered, subtly bouncing her weight from one foot to the other.
Y/N thought for a moment. This was the first time she was hearing that the King was holding a play — not to mention, the fact that the last play (if you could even call it that, because by Heimdall’s recounting it was horrific) was held before any of the children of Odin were born.
Just thinking about that caused a twinge to hit her stomach and for it to twist up. Loki. Odin’s youngest child and the one that had most recently left her, as he sacrificed herself to save his vaillant brother, Prince Thor. It had been weeks, maybe even a month, since Y/N had heard the news and had been resorted to a lonely, saddened version of herself. Loki was her best friend, the person she trusted more than anything and—no, no, who was she kidding? He’s more than that, and he deserves to be remembered as more than that by her.
He’s also the one that she loves, and has loved for at least the past year when she realized it.
Nonetheless, she had taken many steps to get through the grief of Loki’s dead — as had his father — and she wasn’t going to let all her hard work crumble down on one, singular thought.
“Very well, then. Please inform the All-Father that I will be there shortly, thank you,” she said.
The woman nodded and bowed her head before exiting.
Once the door had been fully shut and she could hear footsteps no more, Y/N crossed over to her window and drew back the curtains, not having missed the look at said window.
The sunlight poured into her room but the stage was indeed sent. Rows of fine chairs sat with rows of fine people in them. In front, Odin stood with a red curtain drawn closed behind him. His arms were gesturing wildly and he had a big grin on his face as he gave his speech.
Despite the curiosity that itched into Y/N’s face, she pushed it aside. She had never seen the King conduct himself in such ways, but alas, everyone grieved differently. So, she closed the curtains and got dressed for the day ahead.
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The moment Y/N stepped outside, she could’ve sworn that there was already long beads of sweat trailing down her skin. She let out a huff but journeyed on towards the courtyard, as this formal royal wear was necessary and she had no intention of pissing off Sir Snotty-Dickhead — as she called him (he had some fancy and long name she couldn’t remember, in her defense) — who was Odin’s right hand man.
By the time she got there, Odin was still rambling on with his speech, but his sudden notice of Y/N saved the guests from boredom.
“Aha, the guest of honor! Lady Y/N, herself,” Odin announced, bringing his hands together in a clap and gesturing for her to come toward him.
She betrayed herself and her cheeks involuntarily reddened as all eyes laid on her. She approached Odin and curtsied out of respect, but her mind was full of wonderings of why she, of all, would be singled out.
“I’m sure you all know who Lady Y/N is, yes?” He began, briefly pausing before continuing. “If you sadly do not, let me tell you. Lady Y/N had been a friend of the royal family, specifically my child, Loki’s—” the name caused her to suck in a sharp breath, “—and she was granted the title of Lady to uphold the image of the palace and to complete very important Asgardian duties.”
Once he stopped talking and the crowd clapped politely, Y/N took the opportunity she was presented before it’s door could close and quickly went and sat in her seat, the only seat not occupied yet, in the front row.
Odin then began speaking against whilst he walked to the side, “Speaking of my dear child Loki, this play that has been put together is one designed to honor him and his heroic sacrifice. Without further ado . . . ” He let his words trail off, and the red curtain pulled open.
Y/N’s face contorted into surprise at the words, not expecting this to take place. Again, she reminded herself, everyone grieved differently, so she decided to give it a chance. However, as the play went on, she was quick to realize that honoring Loki wasn’t the intention here. The horrid acting could be excused but Odin himself allowing this mockery of how Loki died? Of how he sacrificed himself? Well, with every second that passed, her face heated more and more — and not due to the sweat — and she grit her teeth, just barely refraining from yelling.
The worst part for her came though when the actor who played Loki did a dramatic reenactment of his sacrificed and the actor who played Thor did the worst fake crying ever. Y/N turned to the others, expecting them to be just as enraged as she was, but was floored to find that no—they were laughing. And not just that, but Odin was having himself a chuckle as well!
Her fingers tightly gripped the edges of her chair and she forced herself to look straight ahead, just about able to hold in her tears until the play was over and the actors bowed.
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Afterwards, while everyone was standing and giving Odin rounds and rounds of praises, Y/N stayed rooted in her seat. She couldn’t just let this go by as if it were nothing, but she was struggling to compose herself to confront him.
After a couple minutes of going back-and-forth, she decided, screw composure. She didn’t have to be composed. She was allowed to be angry.
So, she stood up and marched straight for him.
“All-Father,” Y/N said through grit teeth, forcing herself to curtesy, “I request your company in private, if I may.”
It took Odin a moment to tear himself away from accepting his latest comment, but the way he quickly glanced over at Y/N, she knew that he had not noticed — or perhaps he did not care — the state she was in.
“My apologies, Lady Y/N, but should I depart now, I fear I shall upset my comrades!” Odin said, ending his comment in a boastful joy, which resulted in laughter and cheers.
He didn’t wait for her response before engaging in another conversation, and Y/N’s lips remained tightly shut until she decided to just go forth and let her stuffed-up emotions out.
“Fine. I will say it in front of everyone, then!” She said, firmly and loudly, gaining everyone’s attention. “That was a pathetic excuse to remember Loki . . . It was an insult! You mocked him, your own child! How could you even— I . . . I just don’t understand . . . He sacrificed himself for your son and for Asgard and this is how you repay him? God. I expected much, much more from you for him because I . . . Let’s just say that we both love Loki, in our own ways, and I-I . . . I am very disappointed.”
Wanting to flee from the tears that were now streaming down her face and from the silence that was pounding, she turned around and she walked away, the realization that she had just confessed her love in front of everyone hitting her.
“Lady Y/N!”
Odin’s words stopped her in her tracks, but she did not turn around. Just stood. Waited.
“He told Thor, before he passed, that he, uh . . . He loved you, too.”
Y/N stared straight ahead, her hand jutting out to grab the pillar next to her to steady herself.
Loki loved her?
She didn’t stop the tears from coming this time. She let them, and the sobs, overwhelm her.
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“Lady Y/N?”
The voice and the knock were much more stiff than they were this morning.
“Come in.”
Her response was devoid of emotion, much more curt than it was this morning.
The same woman turned the door’s knob and opened it, sending Y/N, who was curled up on her bed, head nestled into her knees, a wary look. “The All-Father has requested your presence at his quarters,” she said.
Y/N let out a small huff, in no mood to talk to the King after what had happened. She forced her head up and gazed boredom at the woman. “Is it an emergency?” She deadpanned.
The woman looked around the room and by her lack of response, Y/N knew that either she didn’t know or didn’t want to say.
She sighed. “I will be there shortly,” she said.
The woman nodded and wordlessly left.
After she did, Y/N stood up and went in front of her mirror, taking in her appearance. Her once brushed hair was now frizzy and in knots and her eyes were puffy and red. Angrily, she practically tore the hairbrush through her hair and dabbed at her eyes with makeup until the red could be seen no more. She had no intention of letting him see her this way.
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Screw formalities, Y/N thought, as she walked straight into Odin’s quarters which composed of a small living room, a bedroom down the hall, an office, and a bathroom. She didn’t bother to curtsy or announce her presence.
When he finally and gradually turned around from whatever he was doing, a slight look of shock crossed his features, before he replaced it with a warm smile. “Y/N!” He said, but quickly corrected himself, “Lady Y/N.”
Y/N frowned and crossed her arms. “I hope that you have called me here to apologize,” she said, an icy edge to her voice.
Odin nonetheless looked at her kindly. “In a way, yes,” he vaguely said, before a magical transformation underwent before her.
His wrinkles disappeared, his beard disappeared, his grey hair turned jet black, and his clothes transformed into his usual wear.
No longer was the All-Father standing in front of her, but her best friend. The one she loved.
Taken by utter shock, Y/N instinctively stumbled back, her jaw dropping and her eyes widening. “What the hell is this?” She gasped out, not wanting to believe it at first. It was a cruel trick — it must be! There was no way.
“It’s me,” the mischievous deity said, a rare softness to his voice and in his eyes. He took a step forward, but then stopped himself. “I never died, I only impersonated my father.”
Y/N stared at him, angry tears coming to her eyes once more. “How?” She forced out, thinking that maybe she was dreaming. “Why?”
Loki looked around, slightly dumbfounded, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to question him. “I wanted the throne,” he answered, as if it were obvious and a perfectly acceptable reason.
Y/N stared at him as if he had grown two heads. To her, he might as well have.
“Oh, really? So you take over your father, trick everyone - me, your brother - into believing that you’re dead, you banish Sif . . . All because you wanted the goddamn throne?” She cried.
The cluelessness left his eyes and replaced itself with guilt, regret pooling inside him. He looked down, shoulders falling with a sigh.
“I’ve felt guilty tricking you ever since it had all went down. I wanted to tell you but, honestly, a part of me didn’t think you’d be that upset over my death. But you were really, so upset and I . . . I was lost. I didn’t know what to do. All I wanted to do was hug you and tell you that it was fine, that I was here, but I thought I’d screw up your emotions and hurt you even more,” he admitted.
Y/N just looked at him, her frown growing deeper. “That’s an awful excuse,” she hissed out, words laced with venom.
Loki immediately snapped his head up to look at her and his gaze held desperateness. “It’s not an excuse,” he said quickly. “It shouldn’t be. I’m . . . I’m so sorry. The last thing I ever wanted to was to trick you, and . . . I did. But today was the final straw. I couldn’t continue like that.”
Y/N took a step forward, having an inner battle in herself on whether or not to forgive him. “You lied to me,” she reiterated bluntly.
Loki nodded guiltily. “I did,” he agreed in a small voice.
She took a pause, taking in a deep breath. “You told me you loved me,” she added.
There was a brief moment of silence before Loki said, in the same small way but a little more firm now, “I do.”
Y/N kept walking, not even fully sure or convinced of what she was doing, but knowing that she needed to do it, until she was standing just inches away from him. They looked at each other for a couple moments, neither saying anything, until Y/N wrapped her arms around Loki. He returned the embrace.
“Never do that to me again!” She yelled through the tears that were now coming. God, was she tired of crying. Especially today.
Loki hugged her tighter, his own tears falling. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, and repeated that over, and over, and over again. “I’m an idiot.”
Y/N leaned back and cupped his face with her hands. The love she had for him overwhelmed her pain, and more than anything she needed him now. Besides, she could see his guilt. She could see the truth shining in his eyes. He wouldn’t do anything like this again, because he loved her. And she loved him.
“At least you’re self-aware,” she whispered through a sniff, taking a page out of his book with her joking remark. Before he could quip back (and she was sure he’d have an excellent one), she leaned forward and captured his lips in his a kiss. Loki smiled against her lips and wrapped his arms around her waist.
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bestiesenpai · 3 years
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ashnikko demidevil inspired blurbs
I just took lines from ashnikkos demidevil album and made little blurbs with whatever gave me inspo :) femme reader sometimes gender neutral in some spots, everyone is 18+
Content warnings: yandere-ness, stalking, mentions of heat(but not a/b/o), dubcon, master title(?), light angst? But it’s well deserved, blood
I don’t need a man I need a puppy, allergic to you every time you touch me -
Babysitting your friend's new puppy hybrid wasn’t a task you’d originally wanted. She had gotten him fairly recently, only to jet away to an impromptu vacation, leaving you the sole caretaker of the very large hybrid.
The only problem was you were allergic to dogs. Nothing terrible, but if he stayed around you too long, you’d start to get hives. And he understood that, politely keeping his distance as he roamed around your home.
“Getou, I’m home!” You announced after a long day of work, throwing open the front door only to be assaulted by a harsh musk in the air.
“Master!” Within moments of you kicking the door closed you were pounced on by the giant puppy that had been staying with you for a while. Your back hit the door hard but that wasn’t what you were focused on.
“G-Getou! What’re you doing?!” Your face was aflame not only from embarrassment but from the strong waves of heat rolling off his body. Getou had slid to his knees on the floor and shamelessly shoved his face into the crotch of your pants, his nose bumping right at your slit through your clothes.
“Master please...help…” He whined pitifully, rutting his hips against your leg. It was almost comical, the way he was hunched over you trying desperately to get stimulation to his leaking cock dangling between his legs.
Muddling through the murky memories of what your friend had told you about Getou, it took a few minutes to remember that she had mentioned something about him possibly going into heat.
“Are you…” It only took a glance down at his sweaty body covered only in a t-shirt to affirm that he was indeed in heat. He whined again, nearly sobbing as the harsh material of your bottoms rubbed against his sensitive cock. “What do I need to do?” The question made Getou’s head fly up, and the usual smirk on his face was gone, replaced with glassy eyes and quivering lips.
“I-I know you don’t like dogs but- but could you please just touch me?” Rubbing his face against your hip, Getou looked at you again. His hair and the fur on his ears was frizzy no doubt from sweat and his lips looked like he’d been biting them.
“Scoot back, puppy.” Placing a hand on his forehead, you gently pushed him back. The heat on Getou’s face was scalding, washing over him in a bright blush. Begrudgingly letting you go, Getou sat back on his knees, shoulders hunched but still managing to take up a good amount of space.
“Please help.” Balling up the edges of his shirt, Getou tucked the fabric under his chin and presented himself to you. His skin had a pale red flush, chest heaving and abs tight from trying to contain himself. Your eyes were drawn to his cock, leaking a generous amount of precum down the thick shaft.
“Puppy.” You said the word softly, and a warmth settled between your legs at seeing him look at you from under his lashes. The intense pheromones in the air were triggering your allergies and there was only one surefire way of getting rid of them.
“Master!” Getou choked out as another gush of precum rolled down his cock and his tail thumped against the ground as he writhed a little in agony. “Hurry, please!”
“Let’s go to the bedroom, puppy, it’ll be easier to help you there.” You’d thought about taking him to the couch, but the bed would be more comfortable in the long run.
And you didn’t need to utter the phrase twice. Getou leaped from the ground, his long tail swishing excitedly as he grabbed your wrist and ran to the bedroom. Pushing you onto the bed, he stripped himself in an instant.
“I-I’ll try not to be too rough, master.” He mumbled, climbing over you just as you’d started shrugging off your jacket. Nearly crushed by his entire body weight, Getou made sure to slide his cock right against your clothed cunt, rutting hard against you as soon as he could. “Unless you want it like that.”
I don’t need a man I need a rabbit, I need a new toy just to cleanse my palate -
Get a bunny hybrid, they said. It’ll be fun, they insisted. Bunnies are so cute and nice, they repeated over and over. Well yours surely wasn’t.
“Gojo! Get over here!” You were at your boiling point. All day Gojo had been causing mischief, leaving food out, popping out from behind corners and furniture and scaring you, pulling on your hair and clothes, asking never ending questions.
“Yes?” The lanky bunny hybrid with long white ears waltzed into the kitchen, not wearing his trademark dark glasses and leaving his bright blue eyes on display.
“What the fuck is this?” Glaring harshly at him, you pointed to the floury mess smeared on the kitchen counters and wall. It looked like he’d attempted to make some kind of dough but had given up halfway.
“Wasn’t me.” Gojo shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Then who could it be, because it wasn’t me and we’re the only ones here.” Crossing your arms tightly over your chest, you glowered at his careless expression and slouched body. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here presented with the mess he’d undoubtedly made.
“Dunno.” He shrugged again, scratching behind his ear and avoiding eye contact with you.
“Gojo, clean it up.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you took a deep breath.
“I didn’t do it!” Stamping his feet, Gojo shook his head and his ears flopped side to side.
“I’m not playing these games anymore! Just do what I ask for once!” It was a constant back and forth with the two of you, and while you had plenty of sweet moments to outweigh the bad, sometimes it wasn’t enough.
“(Y/N), c’mon!” Gojo whined and threw his head back. Staring at each other for a few minutes, your blood pressure only rose the longer he remained immobile.
“One.” You drew the word out, and Gojo’s head snapped to attention. Waiting a breath, he didn’t move any further.
“Two.” Saying it even slower this time, you could just barely see the twitch of his little puffball tail.
“Th-”
“Alright, I’ll clean it up!” Shooting over to the counter, Gojo huffed and puffed. “Even though it totally wasn’t me.”
“Whatever, the kitchen better be sparkling before I go to sleep.” Leaving the mess behind, you avoided Gojo for the rest of the day and didn’t see him as you got ready for bed. Checking the kitchen one last time, it was indeed back in pristine condition.
Going to sleep without saying goodnight to the pouty bunny you’d seen sulking in his room, you went to sleep alone. More often than not Gojo would sleep in bed with you, but whenever the two of you were snippy with each other he would sleep alone.
A hot, wet tongue between your legs roused you from sleep. You were absolutely sweating beneath the blankets that were drawn up to your chin and there was a Gojo sized lump underneath them.
“G-gojo…” Breathing deeply to try and push the sleepy fog from your mind, his name ended in a high whine as his tongue flicked against your clit. Wrapping his lips around it, Gojo sucked on the bud, keeping your legs spread out across his shoulders.
He got you to cum fairly quickly, having aroused you enough in sleep that when you awoke you were already on the brink. Squeezing his head between your thighs as you came on his tongue, you shuddered at the deep groan he let out.
“Ya know (Y/N),” He started, voice muffled by the blankets before he threw them off and sat up, “I’ve been thinkin’.” Settling between your legs, Gojo kept your ankles on his shoulders as he leaned over.
“Ab-about what?” Your mind was dizzy with pleasure, eyes only just able to focus on Gojo’s face above you. Even though this was the first time you two were doing something like this it still felt natural. Something you’d have to talk about in the morning, but natural nonetheless.
“You’re always so fucking snippy all the time-”
“Hey!”
“I wasn’t finished! You’re snippy all the time and you always get on my back for the stupidest shit.” He giggled at the glare you gave him, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. “But I’ve found the perfect solution to that!”
There wasn’t a chance to question him on what he meant. Gojo lined up his cock and pushed into your cunt, easily sliding in and bottoming out in one go. You hadn’t gotten a chance to look at it properly, but you knew it was easily the biggest you’d ever had.
“This is your solution?” You half panted, wrapping your arms around Gojo’s shoulders and whimpering as the tip of his cock hit your cervix.
“Yeah.” He was breathless as well, biting his lip as he slowly pulled out and lightly slapped his hips against yours. “I figure what better way to change your attitude than to fuck it out of you.” Grabbing onto your ankles, Gojo leaned nearly chest to chest with you.
His forehead brushed against yours, his snowy white hair tickling you. He did a few experimental half thrusts, getting the feel for the angle he was in and making any minor adjustments.
“And luckily for you, (Y/N), I’m a rabbit.” Immediately, Gojo picked up the pace of his hips, jackhammering into you at an insane speed and quite possibly bruising your hips in the process.
“Gojo!” Your voice caught in your throat at the sudden change, your body being folded in half and crushed into the mattress.
Gojo smirked at your shocked expression, dropping one hand to rub your clit. You let out a sharp cry, jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine. Your walls clamped down on him in an instant, making the drag of his cock just a fraction slower.
“I can go all night if I have to.”
Make your man call me daddy -
Was Itadori a little nervous? That went without saying, yes, he was very nervous. This was the first time he’d worn lingerie in public, hidden under his clothes but with the possibility of someone seeing if he bent over the wrong way.
He kept tugging down his hoodie and pulling up his pants, making sure no one saw the lacy thong he’d put on. He had on a bra as well, a lacy little number that was truly just a few tiny pieces of fabric sewn together.
Not to mention the prostate massager currently buried snugly in his ass, vibrating at random with varying intensities. Itadori almost regretted purchasing it as another powerful vibration went through him and nearly made him fall over in the street. But he didn’t want to let you down, so he endured the torture.
“I’m back.” Practically crawling through the threshold of the door, Itadori was nearly in tears at being back in the safety of your shared apartment. He had barely managed to complete all the tasks you’d given him, the little white plastic bag in his fingers crumpled to death with how strong his grip was.
“In here.” You called out from the bedroom and Itadori followed the sound until he got to you. Lounging at the foot of the bed, you looked nearly innocent with your legs crossed and foot swinging daintily.
Itadori didn’t speak as he entered the room, hovering by the doorway for a moment before fully entering and standing in front of you, head down and looking at your sock clad feet.
“How was it, baby?” Your question made him flinch and a hot burning washed over his face.
“I- it was- something.” He sighed, glancing up to see your quizzical expression for a fleeting moment.
“Did you keep it on like I told you to?”
“Of course!” Itadori nodded immediately, already grasping the hem of his hoodie and pulling it off to reveal the bra underneath, the fabric stretched tight against the barrel of his chest.
“Look at your nipples, they’re so cute.” You cooed, reaching up to press your finger onto one. It was perfectly perky, pebbled from the stimulation of rubbing against lace. Itadori shivered and leaned into your touch, biting his lip to stem any too loud moans.
Taking your hand away, your eyes flicked down to his pants and he quickly removed those as well.
“Oh baby, you shoulda told me you came! You made such a big mess!” It wasn’t surprising in the slightest to see the absolute mess of sticky cum smeared across Itadori’s cock, the thong he had on and his thighs.
“Sorry, I just didn’t want the fun to end.” He pouted, fully kicking off his pants and tossing them to the side with his hoodie.
“I bet the toy felt real nice, huh?” Sparing him a lecture, you reached out and swiped your finger through the cum coating the tip of Itadoris cock. He jolted at the contact, letting out a high whine and pressing his thighs together.
“Y-yeah, it did.” He managed to answer, somehow staying steady on his feet through the near overstimulation he was in. Gathering a bit of cum on your fingers, you presented it to him and Itadori obediently bent down, taking them in his mouth and sucking them clean.
“Good boy.” You grinned, running your free hand through his hair and letting him nuzzle into you. “Go pick out which toy you want next, you deserve a reward.” Freeing your fingers, Itadori bolted to the dresser drawer where you kept the toys.
“I choose this one.” In his hands was his favorite toy, a strap-on you’d bought together at a local sex shop.
“Alright, lay on the bed.” Taking the toy from him, you watched him lay down just like you’d taught him: face down in the pillows with his ass presented high in the air. Running a hand over his ass, you smiled down at him. “You’re being such a good boy today, baby.”
“Thank you.” Itadori replied, mouth muffled by the pillows as he tried to make eye contact with you. Quirking your head to the side, you gave him a silent look and he flushed, ears tinging a deep rouge. Licking his lips, Itadori looked away for a moment before shuffling a bit to make better eye contact with you. “Thank you, daddy.”
You don’t ever cross my mind, what’s a sheep to a tiger? -
It was laughable that he thought he was being so secretive, like you couldn’t tell you were being stalked when all you could feel were his eyes watching you at all times.
You’d already changed the locks after you caught him following you home.
Your curtains were always drawn closed, but that didn’t stop him from lurking outside, his shadow a constant presence outside your bedroom and bathroom windows.
You couldn’t even count the amount of unknown phone numbers you’d had to block in the past month alone along with deleting voicemails that only had slightly shaky breathing on the other side.
As far as stalkers went, Okkotsu Yuta wasn’t that great. You’d only briefly met him once at a meeting with other sorcerers and he had appeared weak and spineless before you, barely able to make eye contact despite his vast power.
“Fuck, you again?” You groan, seeing Yuta waiting by your door as you waltzed back from a run to the convenience store.
“H-hello.” His voice is just as meek as ever. You’ve seen him be confident and assured before when he didn’t know you were in the room, but as soon as he saw you it was like he became a totally different person and lost even the will to speak.
“Get a fucking job.” Not in the mood to entertain him, you slid closer to your front door. You weren’t scared about possibly having to get physical with him, you could surely hold your own against a grown man who actively stepped back as you got closer.
Worrying his lip and wringing his hands together, Yutas eyes darted everywhere, from the small plastic bag in your hand to your outfit and finally settling atop your head. His breathing was loud and unsteady and there was a light blush coating his cheeks.
“Are you just going to keep standing there like a loser?” Glaring at him, you sneered as his blush got deeper and there was a subtle squeeze in his thighs. “What do you even want? Gonna try to give me more flowers?”
“No.” Yuta answered immediately, the bitter memory of you stomping on the bouquet he bought you fresh in his mind.
“Then what? What does a little sheep like you want?” Crossing your arms, you tapped your foot impatiently.
“I-I just-” Blinking rapidly, there were a million thoughts going through Yutas head. He couldn’t find the words and his mouth was running dry. He nearly collapsed seeing you sigh and shake your head, about to fish out your keys and walk right past him. “W-wait!”
“What?”
“Do you- I just have to know, (Y/N), do you ever think about me like how I think about you?” Yuta looked so hopeful it was morphing into sick desperation in his features. His brows were knitted together so tightly that you knew there’d be lingering wrinkles there.
“Okkotsu.” Saying his name firmly and squaring your shoulders, you stared right into his eyes with a fierce look on your face. This was the first time you were ever making eye contact and to say it made you sick to your stomach was an understatement.
“Yes?” He whispered, licking his lips nervously.
“I have never thought about you in that way.” His smile fell as you spoke, and you could see his heart break behind his eyes. “In fact, any time I think of you I get sick. You disgust me.”
“Darling-”
“Shut the fuck up, don’t call me that.” You snapped, pushing him back as he tried to reach out and touch you. “Get the hell away from me and leave me alone, you’re pathetic and gross.”
“I love you! I love you so much, please!” Falling to his knees, Yuta reached his hands out to you, hoping you’d take them and soothe his soul from the pain you’d just inflicted.
“I’d rather be swallowed by a curse than have you as a lover.” The scornful look you sent Yuta made him physically wither away, flinching at the red hot anger brewing just beneath the surface. “Besides, I’m pretty sure people in love don’t stalk each other.”
“Darling...please…” There were tears dripping down his face that just made him look worse. Scoffing one last time at him, you shoved your key into the lock and swung open your front door.
“Okkotsu, if I ever see you in this neighborhood again, I’ll kill you myself. Rika be damned.” With those parting words, you slammed the door closed and locked it swiftly, immediately heading to the cabinet where you kept your alcohol. You surely needed a drink or three after dealing with the headache that was Okkotsu Yuta.
Just as you took the first sip, a ding sounded on your phone, an indication of a text.
“Oh brother.” Rolling your eyes, you already knew who it was from.
(Unknown number): I’ll never give up on you, I’ll love you until the very end
Blocked, deleted. Time for another drink.
I’m crazy but you like that -
Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do. Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do. Breaking up with your boyfriend was the right thing to do.
But why did it feel like the worst decision you’d ever made?
He was brash, controlling over every part of your life, demanding your undivided attention at all times. He claimed he only wanted what was best for you, but the final straw in your relationship came when you caught him installing a hidden camera in your bedroom. He was far too casual when he said the last one had broken.
So you had no choice but to break it off. Sukuna had taken it well at the time, calmly and silently grabbing the things he had over at your place and leaving with only a curt goodbye. And since then, you hadn’t seen him.
Emphasis being on seen.
His presence was still very much felt in your life. There was mail addressed to him showing up at your place. You’d get random unknown numbers calling you throughout the week, sometimes with voices you didn’t recognize trying to ask you questions and other times it was silent on the other line until whoever called hung up.
But all the strange occurrences were beginning to add up and it was starting to feel like Sukuna had never left in the first place. All the times you came home to a tidy front entryway when you knew you’d left in shambles before heading to work. The way your shower products seemed to diminish quicker even though you hadn’t changed your routine. And sometimes, you woke up in the middle of the night to a shadow just outside your window, darting away just before you could properly get up.
Changing the locks on your front door and adding locks on all the windows you could had given you much needed peace of mind. The strange things inside your house had stopped. There wasn’t anything you needed to purposefully ignore now. You could sit up a little straighter, breathe a little easier.
Waking up in the middle of the night to go pee, your mind was far away from reality. Thoughts of Sukuna were the last things on your mind, clouded with sleep and just ready to melt under the covers again.
Returning to your bedroom, however, you noticed a figure sitting on the bed that wasn’t there before. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was Sukuna. Floundering back against the wall, a scream caught in your throat.
“The bed’s getting cold, angel. Come lie back down.” Sukuna said, a deranged smile on his face. His eyes were wide, drinking in your shaking form wildly.
“W-what’re you doing here?” You whispered, clutching the doorframe as you stumbled to it.
“I had to see my baby, I’ve been missing you.” Breathing hard through his nose, Sukuna patted the bed. “Come here, lemme look at you. It’s been a while since we’ve been face to face.”
“N...no. No!” Shaking your head, your own pupils were blown wide in fear. You watched every miniscule movement Sukuna made, from his breathing to how his fingers twitched. “Get out of here before I call the cops!”
“Aw, call the cops? But, how will you do that? Your phone is broken.”
“What?” Following Sukunas pointing finger, you gasped when you saw your phone smashed to bits on the floor by his feet.
“Now c’mere.” Patting the bed a little harder, Sukuna’s smile wavered. “You know I don’t like asking twice.”
“Sukuna please- please just leave.” There were hot tears burning your lash line, begging to be blinked away, but you refused to close your eyes. The smile on Sukuna’s face fell and rose again rapidly as whatever thoughts he had swirled in his head.
“(Y/N), I don’t think you understand.” Laughing under his breath, Sukuna stood up and stalked over to you.
“Don’t touch me!” You finally screamed but it was too late to try and fight him off. Sukuna grabbed your upper arm tightly and dragged you away from the door and to the bed. “Let me go, Sukuna! You’re crazy!”
“Crazy? Ha!” He barked, flopping back onto the bed and forcing you to straddle his lap. Slapping a hand onto your ass, Sukuna grabbed your jaw and tilted your face toward him. “If being in love with you makes me crazy, then so be it.” Staring at your face, Sukuna had a softer smile now. It was still unsettling, especially close up, and the way his eyes barely blinked had you on edge. “But don’t pretend you don’t like it at least a little bit.”
Wanna see me switch, get psycho like they say I am-
Your new boyfriend Nanami said he was just a salaryman, and why wouldn’t you believe him? He wore freshly pressed business suits everyday, sometimes carried around a briefcase, had the usual 9 to 5 schedule and always grumbled if he ever had to work overtime. Occasionally he met you for lunch and there he’d demand to talk about anything other than the work he did.
He never gave you the impression that he was anything but that, anything other than what he said he was. Whenever the two of you went out on dates, he was either getting off work or wore long sleeves.
This was the first time you were going to go over to his place for a date. Your relationship was starting to progress more romantically and while he’d seen the outside of your home after dropping you off from a date, this was the first time either of you would be in such a closed intimate setting.
His apartment was in a much more luxurious building than you’d first imagined. There was a doorman that had let you in, someone waiting at the front desk and even the elevator was luxurious with rich dark wood.
“Nanami, I’m here!” You called as you approached the door. Raising your fist to knock, you were surprised to see it cracked open, and there were loud noises just inside. Taking a moment to see if anyone had noticed your announcement, you took a chance and pushed open the door.
The entryway was beautifully decorated with Nanami’s shoes lined up neatly by the door. Just looking at the hallway, you could tell he had hired someone to decorate for him.
“Nanami?” You called again, hovering by the door. Whatever sound was in the other room paused for a moment, only to resume again in a more fervent way. “H-hello?” Sneaking down the hall, you came to the entryway to the lounge room and nearly collapsed.
The bloody, unconscious body was what you noticed first, followed by the blood stains speckled about the hardwood floor and reaching the walls. You saw Nanami second, standing over the body in what was once a plain white t-shirt now stained crimson. Third were the tattoos crawling up his arms, rich blacks and reds embedded into his flesh.
“You’re here early. How’d you get in?” Nanami asked in his usual monotone voice, only slightly breathless as he looked you over. He seemed unfazed by your sudden appearance, happy even, a small smile ticking up on the side of his mouth.
“The- the door was open.” You didn’t know where to look. You couldn’t possibly look Nanami in the eye, not with the way he looked so calm while standing over a body you were pretty sure was going cold. There was dark blood on his hands, nearly mixing in with his tattoos.
“Silly me, must not have pushed it closed all the way.” Chuckling to himself, Nanami straightened up and stepped over the body, taking a few steps over to you only to stop when he saw you scurry back. “(Y/N), don’t act like that.” He sighed like he was talking to a child.
“Tell me what’s going on.” You said, voice shaking more than you would have liked.
“Just doing a bit of overtime, that’s it.” Nanami shrugged indifferently, taking another step toward you.
“I thought you said you were a salaryman. What kind of overtime is this?” As he took more steps toward you, you stepped back until you hit the wall.
“I am a salaryman.”
“For the yakuza or something?!” It was a shot in the dark, really. You had no reason to believe he was in a gang other than the familiar tattoos that you’d seen on the news and the blood everywhere.
“As a matter of fact, yes.” He confirmed it with a straight face and you could tell he wasn’t lying. Nanami wasn’t one to lie or pull punches. Lifting up his hand, Nanami almost cupped your cheek but stopped short when he remembered the blood on his hands. “Let me go clean up, and we can talk about this more.”
As soon as he turned around, you fumbled to get your phone out of your pocket. There was no way you would be staying in this place any longer with him. Not only were you pretty sure he just killed someone, you had no idea what he could do to you.
“You wouldn’t be trying to call anyone, would you?” Nanami asked, turning on his heels by the body. Dropping your phone to the ground as soon as you were caught, you cursed under your breath as he faced you squarely.
“I like you a lot, (Y/N). Don’t mess this up. I’d hate to show you how deranged I can truly be.” The ghost of a smile graced his face and Nanami walked back over to you and grabbed your phone, immediately coating it in sticky blood. “Go wait in the den down the hall, I’ll be by in a moment.”
Slowly dragging your feet to the room in question, you waiting just inside for Nanami to arrive. The den was cozy, a plush warm toned loveseat facing a stone fireplace and a TV. This room, like the others, was undoubtedly decorated by a professional.
“Sorry to make you wait.” Nanami’s voice made you jump as he entered, walking past you and into the room. Sitting down on the loveseat in a fresh shirt and pants and clean skin, Nanami let out a pleased hum.
“Nanami…” Worrying your lip, you didn’t know what to do. You knew you should leave, but there wasn’t a chance in hell that your weak knees would make any sort of movement akin to an escape.
“Don’t be shy, (Y/N).” Spreading his legs, Nanami pat his thigh invitingly. “Come sit on my lap, a pretty little kitty like you deserves the best seat in the house.”
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loving-all-for-loki · 3 years
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Your writing is so wonderful! Could I maybe request something comforting? I’m currently recovering from a surgery to repair my foot with bone anchors and I’ll be bed ridden for 6 weeks. Maybe something with Loki being very supportive and caring for the reader 24/7, moving into her room etc. and the team are just surprised at how helpful he’s being to her. 🤗.
A/N: I’m sorry if I posted this at a weird time, but I have the next chapter to my series Voiceless Love coming out and I wanted to give this fic some time to be seen before that got posted. It’s also a little short, but I felt like this was perfect as a short and sweet fic, instead of a 2k+ story, haha. Also, I know it isn’t 100% exactly what you wanted, but I get stuck with one idea and run with it, oops. I hope you are getting better with your foot. That stinks so much and I’ve been there with my own ankle injuries. If you have any requests for some fics while you recover, send them my way! I always need some inspo and if I can give you some entertainment during your recovery, that would be great. Now, read this, get some sleep, and drink some water. I hope you heal nicely <3
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Loki x reader
Word count: 1533
Warnings: Pure fluff, just fluff, fluffiness, maybe a bit of sexualizing Loki (I couldn’t help myself)
Seeing your friends carrying big heavy boxes for you swells your heart. It’s also hilarious to see Thor actually struggling to carry something. Tony finds it amusing too given that he’s not doing any of the work but it’s sipping mimosas next to you. Thor grumbles about getting all the heavy boxes, but you also know Sam and Bucky purposely avoid the big ones.
If someone were to tell you ten years ago that you’d be saved from getting tortured by Hydra and become an Avenger, you’d tell them they’re delusional, but this is your life. Even after years of torture and pain, you considered yourself lucky. You could have been the new Soldat, ruined over and over again to be a war machine, but now you’re a trained assassin like Bucky and Nat with a broken leg.
You lean yourself against a wall in your room with your crutches beside you (along with Tony, of course, that lazy bum). Steve, Bucky, and Thor are carrying in boxes while Sam, Nat, and Peter help unpack some things. Today is the day you officially move into the tower with the rest of your teammates and due to your current disability, the other avengers offered to help you. Another reason why you consider yourself lucky.
Peter is by far the most adorable on the team. He’s fully unpacking for you, even arranging the frames on your shelves and the organizers on your desk. He at point made your bed when Steve brought in your blankets and sheets. Bucky has been super sweet, too, giving you funny looks every time he passes by and asking where the best spot for the box he is carrying to go.
But the one “avenger” you didn’t expect to be as helpful as he is, is Loki. The others told him to move out of the way, not wanting his condescending attitude to ruin the fun day, but Loki started to carry boxes in as well. The first time, the avengers were stunned by him, but then they were gracious because he used his magic to transport them, making the job go by quicker. Loki just stands at the bottom of the truck outside and wipes his hand over each cardboard box, sending it to your room.
You really are lucky.
-
Two days pass by and you decide to ignore your laziness and finally unpack the rest of your boxes. You attempt to push some photo boxes on the top of your shelves, but you find yourself stretching so hard to reach the top. Your foot injury really is stupid and you just want to be able to normal walk, or jump, or even go on your tip toes.
Then you hear a sly chuckle coming from behind you. You let out a frustrated sign knowing exactly who it is.
“Loki, if you’re going to stand there and laugh at me, could you least help me and laugh at me?”
“Of course, darling.” He jokes.
He comes up behind you and takes the box from your struggling fingertips and carefully paces it on top of the shelf.
“Is there anything else you helpless being needs help with?”
“I could use help with hanging my window curtains.”
You point to the box in the corner with your large sheer curtains folded in them. He chuckles and goes over the box, carefully picking them up and hanging them on the frame. You can’t help but notice his figure as he hangs them. He is a marvelous being and who are you to deny your eyes of such a sight?
The sight in front of you proved that you are lucky
-
Tony gathers the group for a game night and it results in everyone becoming drunk and children. At some point, it becomes a truth or drink game night and everyone has their poison. You have your legs laid over Loki’s lap, who was really hard to convince to join the game, and a bottle of Smirnoff Ice in your hand, only because Tony didn’t have anything else. Loki’s slowly running his fingers over your legs, but higher than your cast.
“Okay, Steve,” Natasha coos, “your turn. Have you ever done drugs?”
“I did marijuana in high school once.”
The whole team gasps and whistles at his answer.
“Captain ain’t so wholesome, now, is he?” Sam cackles.
“I remember that night,” Bucky laughs, “You were so high.”
Steve chuckles and nods his head before looking to see you cuddled up next to Loki and gets a wicked idea.
“Loki, you’ve been quiet. Your turn.”
“Please no, I’m beyond your little games.”
“Aw come on, brother! One question won’t hurt you,” Thor laughs.
“Who in this room would ever kiss?”
Tony whistles and takes a sip of his drink as everyone else laughs. You can feel the ice giant get slightly warm out of embarrassment. His face is flushed with a rose pink color as you get nervous, lightly chuckling to himself.
“I uh…”
“Answer it. Answer it. Answer it.” Sam chants.
Everyone chuckles at the clear uncomfortableness of the god, not seeing him like this often.
“Y/N.” He whispers, almost too quiet for you to even hear.
“Louder, brother. I couldn’t hear you,” Thor says innocently.
“Y/N.”
You smile up at Loki in shock. He won’t look down to meet your eyes but stares straight out the window past Tony. The entire team cheers and chuckles.
“Oh, we’re never letting that one down.”
“How lucky am I?” You laugh.
-
You attempt to cook yourself some lunch but your stupid cast is getting in the way of moving around. It’s getting tiring to pick up your crutches every time you need a tool two feet away from you. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you hit the edge of the counter with the spatula in your hand.
“What is wrong, dearest?”
You turn your head to see Loki standing behind you with a concerned look on his face, this time not here to make fun of you.
“I’m tired of my stupid foot getting in the way of doing normal activities.”
“Darling, sit down. I’ll make lunch for you.”
“Loki, you really-”
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to.”
Loki picks you up and sets you down on the couch while also handing you the remote. He goes to the kitchen and attempts to resume your lunch.
“Sweetest, what are you cooking?”
You laugh really hard at his confusion.
“Fajitas.”
“What are those?”
“See Loki, it’s fine! You really don’t have to.”
“And I’m not going to. I’ll make Stark do it.”
Loki orders JARVIS to get Tony and finish making lunch for you. You laugh and shake your head at Loki as he sits down beside you on the couch. He starts to run his fingers through your hair but keeps getting caught in the tangles.
“Why is your hair like this?”
“It’s hard to do anything while standing up. I can barely brush my teeth without falling over.”
“Well, it looks like I’ll do that for you, too.”
“Loki, I swear if you-”
“No point in arguing. I’m going to assist you.”
You rolls your eyes at the cocky god as he smiles at you. Nuzzling your head into his neck, Loki holds you tightly in an embrace. Tony comes in to see you two cuddling and shakes his head.
“You are so lucky we love you.”
-
You wake up the next day to see Loki sleeping beside you on your bed. You try to remember anything that happened last night, but you were so tired, nothing comes to mind. If you didn’t have a broken foot, you would be concerned about waking up next to a god, but you also know he wouldn’t have done anything with your injury. He’s too kind (much to some disbelief).
“Good morning, darling.”
Loki leans over to you and kisses you on the forehead. He wasn’t as asleep as you thought he was, but you’re not complaining. Waking up beside this adonis isn’t the worst way to spend a morning.
“Good morning.”
“I don’t care what you say,” Loki smiles, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear, “you’re staying in bed and I’m waiting on you.”
“That’s very sweet. Thank you.”
“I’m glad someone learned something last night.”
“Actually, I don’t remember a lot from last night. I was tired.”
“We bickered about me waiting on you, hand and foot.”
“Hmm, that sounds about right.”
“So, today I’m treating you like a proper princess.”
“Does that mean we’re together?”
Loki looks at you confused, but his face lights up when he realizes what you’re implying.
“I suppose so. In that case, my princess, I will wait on you.”
You watched as the god all day served you lunch and dinner. He brushed your hair and teeth. Helped you change clothes. Played your music to cheer you up. Even carried you to the bathroom when you had to go.
Thinking about all the things your friends have done for you and all of the things that Loki, your prince, has done, all you can say is how lucky you are.
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britishassistant · 3 years
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I wonder what the supervillains (the dorm leaders) would do if they get switched with their other self in Twisted Wonderland.
They'll meet a younger Yuu calls them senpai and probably get shivers when they hear someone shout Prefect but then realize its Yuu's role in that world.
Bonus would be if Yuuken's there too, sharing the dorm with Yuu.
Thank you for the ask, dear anon!
I decided to take a little inspo from my Villainous Paranoiac series for this one! Not a whole lot, but the idea of Twisted Wonderland Yuu being put in the infirmary after the events of Chapter Five!
(Also consider it non-canon, since it kinda involves everyone’s identities being exposed!)
Basically imagine that the supervillains find themselves in what looks like a private school infirmary, late at night. The air is buzzing with a strange energy, almost like the powers back in their home world, but...different, somehow.
The room nearly empty, save for one occupant in a cot close to the door.
Poison Queen and King immediately begin bickering over whose fault this mess is, while Royal Flush tries to get them to keep their voices down or else they’ll be detected. Charon is half a minute from going to curl up in a corner, clutching his freeze ray like a lifeline, while Octo Dealer and Snake Charmer are busy inspecting their surroundings for anything of value or that can be requisitioned into a weapon on short notice.
Tsunotaro has wandered over to inspect the sole other living being in the room with them.
He is pleasantly surprised to see what looks like a younger version of the reporter he’s so fond of, fast asleep in the infirmary cot. Their cheeks still retain the last bit of baby fat from childhood, and there’s some acne left that will fade with age. He may give one cheek a gentle poke, just to satisfy his curiosity. The sleepy mumble they let out is a little more high pitched than normal, but that’s the reporter’s voice alright.
He is less pleased to see dark circles under their eyes, or the bandages around their throat that stink of medicinal salves. If this truly is a younger version of his child of man, then why do they look so worried, even in sleep? Why are they injured and sleeping in this place of healing in the first place? They’re a mere child, barely old enough to operate a vehicle or live alone. Their only worries should be trivial things, not whatever is causing this furrow in their brow and hunch in their shoulders.
The other supervillains have begun to migrate over to where Tsunotaro is crouching in silent contemplation. King flips his eyepatch up to get a better look, whistling lowly. Octo Dealer busies himself with refilling their water glass, sneaking glances at them as he places it within easy reach. Snake Charmer pulls their pillow more under their head from where it’s almost slipped off. Poison Queen straightens the arrangement of the very tasteful bouquet on the bedside table, so the flowers’ best angle is shown to the bed’s occupant. Royal Flush carefully tucks their covers in over them.
Charon takes a picture with his tablet.
He forgot to turn off his flash.
Yuu cracks their eyes open...
To see seven adults looming over their bed in masks that resemble the ink from the overblots that haunt the Prefect’s nightmares.
Cue terrified screaming.
Snake Charmer lunges forward instinctively to cover Yuu’s mouth—
It’s only thanks to Poison Queen yanking him back that he doesn’t end up with an arrow in the shoulder.
Several more follow the first one through the window above the prefect’s cot, cold iron sharp and perfectly aimed to seriously maim if the supervillains don’t immediately get away from the screaming teenager. Rook was lax in protecting the Trickster after VDC ended, assuming there was no more danger after Roi du Poison’s overblot was saved. He will not make that mistake again.
The infirmary doors burst open, a younger Yuuken in a sleep-rumpled uniform barging in from where he decided to sleep outside because Ramshackle felt too empty and quiet to bear, but was forbidden from staying in the infirmary himself. He only has a pillow, but he brandishes it at the strange adults, fully willing to defend his dorm mate in whatever way he can.
The vanguard appears in a flurry of bats though, too many to fight off, small and vicious and furious. Their commander materializes in the center if the swarm, hovering over the head of Yuu’s cot, pink eyes brimming with a cold rage that makes his small and cute form look like it’s bursting at the seams holding something much older and angrier back. He opens his mouth, fangs long and glistening—
Only to stop short at the sight of one of the supervillains. “Malleus? Malleus Draconia?”
Tsunotaro nods warily.
“Wh-What in Twisted Wonderland are you wearing??”
Tsunotaro ducks his head like a chastened child. “I could say the same thing.” He mutters sullenly.
From there the lights get turned on, and the seven supervillains are made to explain themselves to the sleep-deprived students and staff who trickle in to see what’s going on. All six dorm leaders and one vice dorm leader vanished from their beds, setting everyone on high alert until news of these...alternate versions spread.
It is very weird for the supervillains to see all their minions as teenagers (again in some cases). It is only surpassed by how weird it is for everyone else to see their dorm heads and vice head all grown up and adult, even if they are dressed weird.
Ortho still wants to shoot them with a beam until they bring back his nii-san. Luckily Charon is able to convince him that Idia should be fine if he’s in Charon’s lair—he’s got plenty of the latest games, manga and tech for him to play with, so that should keep him occupied for a while.
Sebek is in a state of Malleus awe. He has shut down and will not restart. Silver has taken to pinching himself just to make sure this isn’t a Lilia’s cooking induced fever dream, while Lilia himself scolds Tsunotaro that he raised him better than to go around watching people sleep like that! Tsunotaro tries to use the “but I’m a supervillain” excuse, only for Lilia to shoot back “and I’m a war criminal in some nations, what’s your point?”
King is enjoying watching the overgrown lizard get scolded. Now if only the tiny Ruggie would stop asking him what injury the eyepatch is for, and making remarks about how embarrassing it would be if it were totally pointless—King does not pay his adult self so much to put up with this shit. The baby Jack also needs to stop demanding to know if his adult minion self can pull a sled faster than a moose or something...
Jade and Floyd are attempting to wind up the adult Octo Dealer, trying to see how much they can get away with compared with the normal Azul. Octo Dealer is legitimately at a loss as to how this world’s Azul doesn’t keep them in line without letting them turn to a crime or two. Then he learns about Azul’s contract business and feels a pang of commiseration and understanding.
Poison Queen, Royal Flush, and Snake Charmer are unpleasantly shocked when their dorms address them by their respective secret identities in front of their fellow supervillains out of the blue.
Poison Queen has to put up with King’s uncontrolled laughter as he finally understands the full extent of the incident with White Neige so long ago, while Tsunotaro tries to tell him he liked Schoenheit in his role as the evil dragon prince in the GaoGao dramatization. Royal Flush is about two seconds away from throttling Octo Dealer if the bastard doesn’t stop trying to make a deal to guarantee his mother doesn’t learn about her son’s private activities. Snake Charmer’s just glad his civilian identity flies under the radar enough that Charon has to try and look him up to understand who he is (and fails because he’s not on school wifi and his cellular data is bust).
Poison Queen is also getting a headache from Rook rhapsodizing about how his villain form is another, enhanced mode of beauty he is fortunate to lay eyes upon, as if he hadn’t been willing to skewer Poison Queen along with the rest of the supervillains five minutes ago. He’s at least able to amuse himself by letting Epel run away with his speculations about how he’s the buff hyper-masculine muscle for Poison Queen.
Kalim is crying that Jamil had to resort to becoming a villain in his home world! He must be so sad if he has to do that! He’s mildly cheered up when Snake Charmer tells him they work together on schemes, and that Snake Charmer is actually reasonably happy with his chosen vocation—and then he begins panicking that Jamil will like that world so much, he won’t want to come back.
Royal Flush is glad his counterpart at least has good people around to look after him, even if it is odd to have young versions of Trey and Cater trying to mother hen him despite the fact that he’s the older one now. At least Ace and Deuce acting up seems more fitting now considering their age than it ever did on their adult selves.
Ace huffs a sigh and leans on Yuu’s shoulder. “This is a mess, huh Prefect?”
“You said it.” Yuu replies. “I just wanna sleep forever.”
The supervillains go still.
“I’m sorry,” Snake Charmer says carefully. “But isn’t Enma-san the Prefect?”
“No?” Yuuken replies, confused. “Yuu’s the prefect of Ramshackle Dorm. I’m their vice— or would be, if we had any other students apart from them, me, and Grim.”
Octo Dealer laughs, sounding slightly strained. “Ah, apologies, but you see, that isn’t possible. It can’t be. Yuu isn’t—”
“But I am the prefect, Azul-senpai.” Yuu the Prefect says. “I’ve–I’ve always been the prefect.”
There’s a stunned silence.
Royal Flush places his head in his hands. “What the fuck.”
Back in the Supervillain AU universe, Yuu the Reporter sneezes sharply while trying to wrangle five frightened teenagers, one frightened-but-playing-tough twenty year old, and one confused however-old-he-is-but-younger-than-Tsunotaro fae.
They wonder what the chill down their spine is.
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jjmaybankxpogue · 3 years
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ʀᴏᴤᴇ ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟᴤ || ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ ᴥ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||
Happy Valentines day ♡
Word Count: 1.6k+
Genre: Fluff and Smut
Warnings: SMUT, gun, unprotected sex, kinky reader & kinky JJ, not proofread
Inspo: “Taking a bath with JJ... can be both fluffy and smutty” -Anon (v-day req)
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I walk into my room seeing a bouquet of Roses laying on my bed and JJ walking out of my bathroom...
Just as I'm leaving work I get a text from JJ “are you home soon princess” “yea im getting in my car right now” I replied. 
I walked through the walkway, jiggled my keys into the lock and made my way up to my room. A pretty bouquet of red roses laid on my bed and my blonde boyfriend walked out of my bathroom and came to hug me. His muscular arms wrapped around my lower back loosely, whispering sweet little nothings in my ear as I buried my head in his chest smiling and blushing non stop. He slowly peeled himself off of me and said “the bath is ready”. “Okayyy” I said, dragging the ‘y’ as I was intrigued. He showed me to the bathroom, I walked in and saw a couple candles on the counter and red rose petals floating in the bath. “You gonna come in with me?” i said whispering softly “of course” JJ smiled. JJ got in first and opened his legs, letting me sit between them and lay back on his chest. The warmth and comfort he gave me was incomparable. “Your hair is so soft” JJ said as he gently played with it. I smiled “I didn't think you’d do something romantic” I laughed “dont say im not romantic” JJ said attempting to hold in his laugh “pfft” i rolled my eyes. “Fuck, its valentines day i want you to handcuff me and overstimulate me and do anything you can imagine” i said biting my lip breathlessly after the sentence. JJ began to get hard beneath me, “wow” “yeah uh we can have a bath another night” JJ said rushing me out of the bathtub “Yes, that’d be better” I smirked, drying off and running to my bed.
 “Why your bed when we have this whole house to ourselves all weekend” JJ walked up to me “then follow me” I started towards the door with JJ following closely behind. I later opened the door to my fathers office, turned around and smirked at him. He looks deeply into my eyes “remember how innocent you used to be'' JJ smirks walking into the office “yeah I don't miss it” I say lifting myself up to sit on the desk. JJ places both of his hands on either side of my thighs. I grabbed his shark tooth necklace and pulled him in for a kiss. “My dad would kill me if he found out” I muttered “but he wont'' JJ then silenced me with a kiss. Coaxing me to open my mouth with his tongue teasingly slowly licking my lower lip. I finally gave in, deepening the kiss as I pulled and played with JJs hair. His right hand slithered onto my thigh then slowly traveled up to my neck, choking me in the most perfect way. I let out a soft moan in JJs mouth, he pulled away with a string of saliva connecting to our lips for a split second. “You dirty, dirty girl” he said in a low tone smirking.
“You want it rough you said” I gulped and nodded at him with my eyes silently begging for any form of touch. JJ grabbed my thigh and started massaging it, “Im going to fuck you so good you wont be able to see straight after” “fuck” i moaned in a whispering tone. Without warning the blonde went straight for my neck, kissing, biting, and leaving hickeys all over, I tilted my head back in pleasure as he slowly moved to my collarbone doing the same. “You sound so good,” he praised. He began peppering my bare chest with kisses. He took both my boobs into his rough hands, manipulating them as he sucked on one of my nipples. “oh JJ” I moaned.
Shortly after he dropped to his knees and licked a stripe through the folds of my dripping pussy. His thumb rubbed circles around my clit leaving me a moaning mess already, He never ran short of the ability to please me. JJ inserted two fingers into me and began pumping instantly. I gripped the desk harder prompted by the intense pleasure. “You enjoying it princess?” “Fuck, yes, mhm” I managed to get out, with every pump in and out he went faster, rougher, and harder. “Maybank!” I squealed, squirting onto his fingers as he finally started to penetrate my g-spot. “Ple-ase JJ i n-need you” I moaned “not yet” he said in the most teasing voice I've ever heard. The orgasm that had been crawling up to me finally attacked, becoming invasive over everything, leaving me with no control whatsoever. JJ slowed his movements until they came to a stop alongside my orgasm.
“Lets go to your bed so i can tie you up exactly how you wanted” JJ smirked giving me a hand to hop off the desk. We went straight up to my room, JJ got out the box of things he had hidden in my closet and pulled out the handcuffs. I laid flat on my bed and put my hands above me head for JJ to handcuff me there. “Comfortable?” JJ questioned “yea” “guess what else i brought?” JJ said getting excited “what?” I asked with a slight smirk. He pulled his gun out of his backpack that rested on the floor. I bit  my lip watching JJ walk closer and closer to me with the gun in hand. He got on top of me, hovering over me, caressing my body with the ice cold gun. I looked deeply into his eyes that were bouncing from place to place on my body, soon meeting with mine. “You're so pretty” He admired, I smiled. He aligned himself with my entrance and began to thrust, holding the gun against my temple. “Oh my god you feel so good!” I exclaimed. “You take my cock so well babygirl” JJ said seductively, thrusting faster and faster. Every minute the sex went on he got more verbal, easily pulling more throaty moans from me. My walls clenched around him in the process of my high. “Harder JJ please!” moaned “you gotta beg for it princess” JJ said followed with a groan “I need to feel you destroy m-my insides” I begged. JJ finally gave me what i asked for, i watched as his blonde hair swung back and forth during every thrust.
“JJ right there!” I moaned nearly screaming. JJ’s near orgasm brought him to thrust as fast as he could, pleasing both of us. The room filled with our moans and other noises “Daddy! Oh my god” I said releasing on his dick, a surge of pleasure left me shaking. Although JJ hadn't cum yet he forced himself not to, he loved to see me over stimulated and he couldn't deny it. “JJ f-fuck” I groaned with my eyes rolling back. JJ brought the gun to my mouth so I began to suck on the barrel, enough to send JJ over the edge “fuck Y/n, youre so fucking hot”. JJ’s warm cum shot into me while he was moaning like crazy, I loved the feeling of JJ’s cum coating all my walls and filling me up entirely. Once he finished he pulled out and got a vibrator from the box. He placed it over my swollen clit. With no mercy he turned it to the highest setting, needing to see me lose my mind.
I squirmed around a ton. “JJ p-please its t-too much” I said, tears forming in my eyes “C’mon i know you can take it, you kinky slut” Not long until the over stimulation turned into sheer lust. “JJ fucking Maybank” I let out a loud throaty moan “look at the noises you make from me” JJ teased. He decided to grab my throat, I could feel the cold rings move around until his hand found its perfect place. “JJ I’m gonna cum!” I moaned. I released myself, being overtaken by ecstasy and the shivers of pleasure. “Good girl” JJ praised me. “Now get on your knees”. I was still in my hand cuffs so I got down off the bed with my hands behind my back. JJ grasped my hair and used it to force my head on him. He started bucking his hips making me gag but not enough to be choked. “Fffuck” He moaned in a groggy voice. I pulled back for a breath of air then taking the tip of his cock and going from there but agonizingly slow. He got tired of me teasing him pretty quickly and forced my head on him again.
“Mhm babygirl” JJ groaned sinfully. I looked up at him seeing that he was close to the finish line so I sucked him off even harder. “Fuck you feel so good” He praised moaning once again. “Im gonna c-cum” JJ stuttered in a moan. His white ropes let loose in my mouth, he watched as I swallowed all of it. “You did so good baby” JJ praised. "daddy?” JJ asked recalling what i said earlier “yes uh” I stopped my sentence “you should say that more often” JJ winked. 
“Can we cuddle now?” I asked getting into my bed “of course, and we can watch a movie too” JJ smiled. “Netflix?” I asked “yup” he said. We turned on netflix and picked a random movie but i fell asleep on JJ’s chest 10 minutes through.
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hailhailsatan · 3 years
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Our dear, precious, lovely hail ❤️❤️❤️
What do you say to some
comfort cockwarming
with our beloved subby Geralt?
Hehe one can never get enough cockwarming I think ;)
You’re right and you should say it!!! hahaha <3
I’m mixing this ask with this one:
Heyyyy it's the TSA cartwheeling into your throne room with my jingly little hat on to ask on bended knee for perhaps a little more of that gentle hair pulling/play from my previous Shopping (Spoiled Geralt) prompt? The way he talks about being controlled so gently?? Top tier shit, love.
Inspo hit to do them both at the same time!
18+ as per!
Content Warnings/tags: Dom Jaskier, Sub Geralt, hairpulling, cockwarming, subspace, cum licking.
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Jaskier’s legs had barely stopped shaking before the pressure from Geralt’s mouth was back again. His stomach tensed a little and his breath hitched at the overstimulation.
“G... Geralt-”
Jaskier blinked, running his fingers through Geralt’s hair before tightening his grip to hold him in place. Geralt moaned round Jaskier’s cock at the sensation which only made things worse.  
“Careful, love, it’s too much.”
Jaskier lifted his head up by his hair. Something that Geralt couldn’t get enough of. He looked back, wide eyed and panting, mouth still open as he whined and looked up at Jaskier, begging with noises to be put back. The sight of Geralt totally undressed, on his knees and whimpering, totally debauched, was absolutely not helping him calm down.  
Jaskier ran his thumb over Geralt’s bottom lip, gathering a small amount of his own cum that he’d been unable to swallow. Before Jaskier took his hand away, Geralt immediately searched for him with his tongue, not wanting to miss a drop. 
Jaskier let him take it, feeling him swallow round the digit with his eager mouth.  
“I’m sorry Darling, you just want to keep your mouth busy don’t you. Poor thing.”
He would have nodded back if Jaskier didn’t have such a tight grip on his hair. Steadying him. The feeling that he was exactly where he needed to be, grounded by his dominant, who would move him wherever he wanted like a little ragdoll. It was perfect. He mouthed “mmhm’s” round Jaskier’s thumb, still looking up at him, eyes pleading for more.
His cock was hard and hadn’t been touched, but that’s what he’d wanted. That’s what he always wanted when they did this. To be totally lost with nothing but weight on his tongue. He was sure that if he was touched, one stroke would be all it would take for him to come undone. But he didn’t want it. He wanted to feel the ache. A constant reminder of his place.
“Mmm, you’re not done yet, are you, Kitten? Do you want to hold me in your mouth and feel me go soft? Is that what you want?”
Geralt’s eyes lit up instantly, murmuring ‘please’ over and over with Jaskier’s thumb still in his mouth.
“Shhh, come here, look at me;”
Jaskier held Geralt with his hair, inches above himself as he spoke to him, making himself clear. The tingling in his scalp running all over his body. Geralt only closed his mouth to swallow, before opening back up again to be ready as soon as Jaskier wanted him to be.
“You have to be careful okay, just stay still for me, I’m really sensitive right now okay? You think you can do that? Just keep still, Keep me warm?”
“Yes Sir, please, I can do it, I promise, Sir. Please.”
Geralt opened his mouth wide once more, the sight nearly making Jaskier hard again.
“Good boy!”
Jaskier brought Geralt back down onto his cock. As soon as Geralt was able to feel him on his lips, he wrapped his mouth around him, making sure not to be too tight, just warm. Just holding him. Once Geralt settled, Jaskier’s grip on his hair loosened, and turned to soft strokes, massaging the scalp where the pressure would have been, calming down the whimpers from his witcher.
“That’s it darling, so still for me. You’re so good, aren’t you? Looking after me like this. Making sure you don’t waste a single drop of my cum.”
Geralt could taste little droplets of spend that had leaked out since his mouth had been lifted off. All he wanted to do was lick at it, swallowing every bit, but he had to be good. He just sat, pliant, enjoying the taste of it on his tongue, knowing that he did that. Knowing that as Jaskier’s cock softened in his mouth, that it was all for him. His breath evened out, and his little whines became less frequent when he knew he was secure. That he could sit here as long as he wanted, thoughts leaving his mind and Jaskier stroking his hair. His jaw slackened and his lips started to shine as Jaskier began rubbing the sharp edge of the back of his jaw bone.
“It’s okay, kitten. I’m here, relax. You’re nearly there, I can feel you. You’re safe with me, just empty your head.”
Jaskier continued rubbing circles into the muscles below his ear.
“Everything’s okay. You don’t need to think about anything, just let your body do what it needs to. I’ve got you.”
Geralt’s eyes fully shut over as his jaw fully loosened, his face buried entirely between Jaskier’s legs. Nothing was able to enter his mind like this. Jaskier would look after that. Ropes of precum dripped onto the floor in a subspace induced pleasure haze, his drool running down his thighs before joining it with his inability to swallow. He felt his mouth water more as quickly as it left. He wanted this. His body reacting without thought a he was petted like a small kitten. Every so often, soft little noises that he couldn’t stop would escape, rumbling from his chest.  
“I know, I know, I’m here. I can still feel you. I’m here.”
And he’d settle again. Just like that. Jaskier would look after him. There was nothing more perfect that utter submission of his mind and body, knowing everything was okay.
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only-kiwi · 3 years
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part two to this fic
this is long overdue i’m so sorry. how are u? love u.
[REQUESTS ARE CLOSED]
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Harry was miserable. He’d never felt like this in his life. He was so unsure of where your relationship would end up and that was so much harder than any breakup. The first few days after you stormed out, he tried calling and texting you but you didn’t answer - he was pretty sure you blocked his number. You hadn’t posted on social media either, which was odd for you. No matter what, you’d always have a story up or a tweet sent. Harry knew he fucked up.
He was so angry at himself, he didn’t know what to do anymore. Usually, he would write a song, or play his guitar... or call you. But he couldn’t do any of that.
As much as he really didn’t want to, Harry went on Twitter. He never did this unless it was completely necessary but he was curious as to what people were saying. That’s when it hit him. You were right. No one was saying anything bad about him or your ex - only you. He knew that would be the case but he didn’t know how bad it would be. They all felt sorry for your ex, claiming how badly he was treated by you. And Harry’s fans were protective of him, saying you didn’t deserve to be with someone as amazing as him. Bullshit, he thought. The things they were saying about you were just awful, and completely untrue.
Harry wondered if you had read all of this. He knew you preferred not to, but with you being on social media all the time it was hard to miss certain things. God, he wanted to call you so bad. His phone broke him out of his thoughts as he got an Instagram notification. You had posted on your story.
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Harry didn’t know what he was feeling in that moment. He was sad because you didn’t deserve any of this and he was angry at himself for not being there for you. But ultimately, he was relieved to know that you were okay. Maybe I should try calling her again, he thought. And so he did.
“Hello?” You answered after three rings, your voice was tired.
He was left breathless, “you answered?”
“Yeah,” you sighed, “sorry for ignoring you.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for, you had every right to ignore me. I should be the one apologising.” Harry could tell you didn’t know what to say. “This is probably a stupid question but how have you been?”
“Honestly, H, I don’t know. I went on Twitter and it was pretty brutal... it’s never been this bad before.”
“I saw, too. I’m sorry.”
“It was expected.”
“What did you mean when you said you ‘think’ we’re still together. We’re fine, right?” Harry hares having to ask, but i needed to be done.
You sighed, taking a moment to figure out what to say. “I want us to be, but are we? I know you feel bad or whatever but I didn’t expect that from you, H.”
“I...”
“You’re sorry, I know.”
“Do you think I could come over, maybe? We can talk properly.”
“Okay.”
Your apartment was a state. You’d barely left your bed in two weeks, all you did was get up to shower and pee. You barely even ate, Harry would probably notice. It was only the last few days where you realised that you couldn’t go on like this. Why would you let your shitty ex have this much control over your feelings when you had a new relationship to fix?
It was just so hard, you couldn’t go on your phone without hearing about it. Not even just social media but messages from your friends asking if things were true. You hated it. You wanted to smash your phone into pieces and never think of it again.
You took a quick shower and tried to clean the apartment as best you could before Harry arrived, you didn’t want to worry him. Even though you said you were fine, you didn’t know if you fully could be until you spoke about it all with him. He really upset you.
Harry walked in while you were cleaning the kitchen, there wasn’t much mess since you hadn’t really been in there much but you were sure the milk was gone off. And it most definitely was. “Gross,” you almost gagged as you sniffed the half empty carton, pouring the rest down the sink.
“You ok?”
You jumped at his voice. “Fuck, Harry. Don’t do that! There’s a bell for a reason.”
“I also have a key for a reason.”
“Right... I was just-“
“Getting rid of your gone off milk?”
“Yeah, and my gone off yoghurt, and my gone off hummus and my-“
“I get it.” Harry chuckled.
“Stop cutting me off!”
“Sorry, you just... you never let your food go bad.”
“I haven’t really been focused on the contents of my fridge recently, Harry.” You rolled you eyes.
You made some black coffee for the both of you, which you hated but you didn’t have a choice. You both sat on the couch, not really sure what to say.
Harry was the first to speak. “You’re not gonna break up with me, are you?”
“I will if I have to.” You sighed as his face fell, he was really worried. “I really love you, Harry, but you can’t be like this. I know you haven’t really had a proper relationship before but I’ve already gone through this and I don’t want to deal with it again.”
“I think I was just jealous. Which I know is so stupid, and there’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have handled it like that, I don’t really have a decent explanation. I’m just so sorry, please know that.”
“I know you are, and I know that’s not you. I get how you must have felt hearing that but at the end of the day, H, I don’t deserve that. Any other situation and I would’ve been able to understand you but this... you really fucking hurt me.” Your eyes begun to sting. You really didn’t want to cry anymore. So you blinked back the tears, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. “He’s probably going to speak about this in interviews, and when he does, I’m gonna need you to be there for me.”
“And I will be, I promise.”
“How do I know you won’t just get jealous and angry again?”
“You don’t.”
“What?”
“It’s inevitable to feel uncomfortable hearing someone say all that stuff about the person you love. I’m sure you feel the same way when you listen to Taylor’s songs. But it’s not about me, is it? This is your situation and I’m gonna be there for you because I hate seeing you like this. I will apologise as many times as I need to until you know how much I regret they way I acted.”
“Well, I accept your apology.” You said after thinking about it for a moment.
“Really?” Harry looked up, smiling widely.
“Yes, but if this shit happens again, I swear to God-“
“I know. I’m gonna make it up to you.”
“Ok... well, you can start by giving me a kiss.” You smirked, making Harry chuckled at shake his head at you. “And then... you can go grocery shopping for me.”
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ynfan1 you’re back !!!
ynfan2 how are you doing? how’s harry? are you eating / sleeping enough???
yourinstagram @/ynfan2 i’m good, harry’s good. i wasn’t taking care of myself properly at the beginning but i promise i am now!! thanks for checking in, you’re the sweetest.
harryfan1 he’s so cute
harrystyles It was a good morning indeed.
yourinstagram @/harrystyles ;)
gemmastyles ❤️
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harryfan2 love this
harryfan3 i’m so happy you’re both doing well
yourinstagram no❤️
harrystyles @/yourinstagram ....oh
ynfan3 saving this for interior design inspo
ynfan4 i want what they have ugh they’re perfect
yourinstagram @/ynfan4 we’re not perfect at all trust me
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yourinstagram wow i look good when i stop giving a fuck x
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ynfan5 YESSS QUEEN
ynfan6 periodt
harrystyles Missed that smile x
yourinstagram @/harrystyles me too
harryfan5 love to see it
yourex So u break my heart, move on after a few months and then play the victim when I share my story? Wow.
yourinstagram @/yourex are you forgetting the part where you manipulated me into staying with you for years because you were scared to be alone? get the fuck over yourself. we broke up ages ago, please let it go. i’m finally happy, and i would like to continue being that way. leave me alone. get off my page. it’s embarrassing.
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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years
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Perfectly His
Yandere! Pro Hero! Shinsou Hitoshi x Fem! Reader
***18+ Fic***
If you’re not 18, leave.
Warnings: Implied kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, really soft and sensual??, D/S dynamic, use of Sir and Kitty/Kitten, the sex itself is pretty vanilla, a little bit of unhealthy co-dependency maybe?
Also, there’s *looks side to side nervously* hand holding *GASP* like...HAND HOLDING? IN THIS HOUSE? I’ll allow it just this once...maybe...
Word Count: 1.4k
Author’s Note: Hey! I’m alive!! So...I had a wierd ass dream, you know the ones that constantly change scenery and make absolutely no sense? Yeah. And in part of said dream I was on the floor, needy as all hell, looking up at someone (I can’t remember the face lmaooo) and my exact words were “Please fuck me, Daddy”. Yeah, I know. How horny can I get right? Not much context, but I know I felt neglected and forgotten and desperate which is where I got the inspo for this :D I woke up horny as all hell and emotionally distraught. 
The whole Yandere concept gets a bit muddled and lost ‘cause reader’s got an extreme case of stockholm, but whatever, if you don’t like it go cry about it idgaf.
This is kind of  a part 2 to Perfectly Fine
 Anywho, Enjoy~
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Hitoshi knew two things this very moment. One, you were absolutely perfect for him since the beginning. Two, he had no doubt in his mind he’d trained you well. 
He’d opened the door to a beautiful sight. There you were on the floor, on your knees, hands on your lap and palms up, displaying a fine crafted deep purple leather collar with a little silver bell on the front. And you were in his favorite piece. A lacy lavender set that hugged every curve perfectly, a frame to hold the jewel that is you. Your eyes were half lidded as you looked up at him, lashes nearly flooded and chest heaving with every breath you took. You looked so wrecked, so needy. All for him.
When he first brought you here, brought you home, you were a shy, timid thing. He could still remember the first time you crawled out of that room, searching for the comfort of his warmth. You were so shy, but so bold. You knew how to ask for what you wanted, for what you needed. After that, it wasn’t hard to tame you, since you were never really wild in the first place. And he liked that. 
He didn’t like easy, no, but you weren’t really quite easy either. You were simple, compliant, but he had to earn your trust. You didn’t just blindly follow his lead, but looked before you leapt. You were cautious, but you weren’t a brat about it. He never had to punish you for anything, nor did he ever want to. You’re perfect to him, and have been from the start. And now, look at you, waiting ever so patiently. You hadn’t spoken, barely even moved for the minute he spent staring down at you after he’d closed and locked the door. 
Finally, he moved, only taking a couple long strides before he was mere inches from you and you strained to look straight up at him. His large palm moved to cup the side of your face, and you nuzzled into it, relishing in the small sweet gesture. You missed this. Missed him. He could feel it, see it in the way you moved, the way you closed your eyes and leaned into him without a sound other than your contented sighs. 
“What is it, Kitten? What do you need?” Your body visibly shuddered at the sound of his voice, a little sigh escaping your lips before you let your eyes flutter open and look at him again. He could see the way your pupils dilated when you peered up at him. “Please, Sir. Fuck me.” He felt his cock jump in his pants. Perfect. Just like he’d trained you, tell him what you need, no beating around the bush, no shying away. 
He knelt down in front of you, his hand still caressing your cheek. You were so needy right now, so raw and vulnerable. He realizes why. He’d been so busy with hero work he hadn’t even touched you in over a month. Whenever he managed to get home you seemed to always be asleep even if it were the middle of the day. Now he knows it’s because you’d try to wait for him, hoping he’d come back sooner, finishing all your duties around the house as you did so.
“I’m sorry, Kitten. I’ve neglected you haven’t I.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, he knew he had. But he’d gotten off early tonight, meaning you were up waiting for him and he finally came home early. You nuzzled into his palm with a small nod and a whimper, the tears you’ve held back beginning to fall. Normally you wouldn’t be so emotional when it came to sex. But you weren’t only sexually frustrated, you were emotionally exhausted as well. 
He hadn’t been home to hold you, to cuddle you or kiss you like he used to. He didn’t come up behind you while you were cooking to pepper kisses down your neck and squeeze your waist. You didn’t get to play with his hair when you were on your back, his arms around your waist and head on your chest as you watched some random movie. You hadn’t been able to touch him in so long, and he could tell you needed him now, for more than just sex.
He grabbed the collar and slipped it around your neck, the gentle graze of his fingers on your skin enough to send fire through your veins. As it clasped he leaned in, slotting his lips against yours softly, sweetly. He could feel your lips quivering, the emotions you’ve been feeling all coming out at once. He broke the kiss all too quickly for your liking, but you held yourself still as he stood, then suddenly scooped you up off the floor. You managed to loop your arms around his neck before he started walking, and only a few paces later you were being set down on the bed.
Wordlessly, Hitoshi stripped you naked, tossing the lacy garments away as he eyed your body up and down. His hands trailed up your skin, squeezing and pinching anything he could grasp. You were a gasping, squirming mess, and even though you kept yourself quiet, he knew how much you needed him. He slipped a finger down between your legs and the mess you’d already made there made him groan. You were dripping for him, when he’d barely even touched you. So perfect.
It wasn’t long before he’d stripped as well, kneeling between your legs and sliding his pretty cock between your slick folds. He’s so pretty, all lean muscle and pale skin. You could stare at him all day, drown in his voice and let yourself live in the ecstasy that is Hitoshi Shinsou. 
With little warning or prep he pushes himself into you, his thick head slipping past your tight ring of muscle easily due to your wetness. Even just that feels like heaven, your body shivering at the contact. He leans over and grabs both your hands, pinning them by the side of your head and lacing his fingers through yours, before kissing you deeply as he pushed into you. The moment was so intimate, so close and so euphoric, your cunt fluttered and squeezed around him as you came hard, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as he bottomed out and stilled inside you.
You both had to catch your breath, and he leaned his forehead on yours as he spoke softly. “You’re such a good kitty, so good for me. I’m sorry I left you all alone baby.” You hiccupped as you cried more, your legs clamping around his waist to hold him there like he’d disappear if you didn’t. “I know you didn’t mean it. B-but I missed you s-so much.” He shushed you and kissed you again, squeezing your hands. “I know Kitten, I know. You did so good for me, waiting for me, telling me what you need. I’ve got you now, sweet thing. Let me take care of you.” 
With that, he pulled his hips back and pushed forward, taking slow, deep strokes, making sure you felt every inch of him. He reached so deep, pulled beautiful sounds from your throat, your nails biting into the backs of his hands but he couldn’t care less. Not when you were begging him to love you, begging him for more. So he obliged, slamming his hips against yours as you cried out, shoving his tongue deep into your mouth as the sound of wet skin slapping skin filled the room, mingled with muffled whimpers and moans.
You didn’t even need to rub that little clit of yours to cum a second time, your legs locking up and shaking around his waist, pleasure crashing over your body in powerful tidal waves, the air knocked from your lungs as the muscles in your stomach tensed and your cunt clenched tight around Hitoshi’s cock like a vice. He gave a couple more deep thrusts before he released inside you, warmth flooding your belly as you both came down from your highs. 
He finally released your hands and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. He rolled the both of you over and looped his arms around your waist, holding you tight to him as tears fell once again. He decided he’d never neglect you again, never make you so desperate for his touch that you were so distraught. As much as he loved seeing you so wrecked for him, he never wanted to see you so lost, so longing for anything he could give you. No, he’d spoil you always. 
Because you were perfectly his.
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enbylovebird · 4 years
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so, it's 7:13 am, and it's been a rough week, so i'm just dropping some self-indulgent imagines for my own comfort.. i'll get to answering asks soon, i promise! i believe i'll have up two or three of them by this weekend.
anyways! the song i used for inspo is get you - daniel caesar ft. kali uchis.
it's shinsou, bakugou, and hawks x reader, morning fluff edition!
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Shinsou
first thing in the morning, often times, you're the one to wake up first.
when the sun is barely rising and the city is still waking up outside your window, you stir awake, roused out of a dreamless sleep
and despite being with shinsou for more than three years, you're always surprised to feel a warm weight over your waist
it's shinsou's arm, loosely draped over your waist
he wasn't with you last night -- he had a late night patrol
but waking up to him here, safe and sound and so, so pretty like this
you wouldn't trade this for the world
his purple hair is so fluffy and soft to the touch, and you do end up lightly playing with it
shinsou groans a little in his sleep and you jump a little, thinking he can feel it
you don't want to wake him up, so you stop
but he tightens his grip around your waist instead.
"feels good," he mumbles, "keep doing that, y/n."
you forgot how much he likes when his hair is played with
you chuckle a little and lean in to press a gentle kiss to his nose. "alright, sleepyhead."
the two of you end up falling back asleep with your hands buried in his hair and neither of you wake up until much later in the day
Bakugo
mornings with the pro hero ground zero are pretty standard
katsuki gets up really early to exercise, often leaving you to wake up alone
he takes his hero role very, very seriously
it doesn't bother you too much, typically because you know he's safe at home instead of out and at risk of being hurt while you're asleep
because despite being a high ranking pro hero, bakugo actually tries so, so hard to come home safely to you
he once hid from you all night because he'd gotten banged up during a mission, guilt and shame coloring his cheeks when you saw his injuries
he exercises whenever he has free time so he's strong enough to come home safe and tell you he worked hard
that being said, you wake up that morning and pad through the house into the living room, where you see katsuki doing sit-ups
he clearly hasn't heard you, so you don't interrupt him. you just watch with a smile
you often find yourself admiring him and thinking about how lucky you are
ground zero is known for his incredibly abrasive nature and violent fighting style, and yet you seem to be the only person in the world who gets him at his softest -- who gets to see the side of him that he's locked away for years
you decide that you should make breakfast for him, so you turn to head to the kitchen, but just as you're about to leave, katsuki spots you
he leaves his spot on the floor and walks close to you, looking down at you
he grew quite a bit since the two of you met.. standing tall at about 6'3, he's a force to be reckoned with
katsuki eyes you for a moment, red eyes raking over you in your sleepwear. he doesn't say anything, he just wraps his arms around you
he does this in bed whenever he's not working out early in the morning
hugs are a must for him. so he pulls you close, burying his face in your hair and taking a deep breath
"morning, dumbass." he grunts.
you chuckle softly. "you stink, katsu."
"shut up, you know the drill."
"yeah, yeah." you snake your arms around him. the two of you are practically inseparable and neither of you speak. it's a comfortable silence; one filled with understanding and love.
mornings are always your favorite.
Hawks
keigo always wakes up before you.
sometimes he won't be there when you wake up, and sometimes he won't even be there when you initially fall asleep.
but lately he's taken to leaving you a note and one of his feathers, just so the two of you feel less lonely.
it's become a habit for you to press a kiss to the feather, knowing that he can feel it. in response, the feather will brush against your face, and you love knowing that it's just hawks' way of giving you morning kisses whenever he's not around.
but there are some days when he's able to stay the night and wake up with you.
keigo sleeps on his stomach all the time so as to not crush his wings
when he lifts his head this morning to find you still asleep, he can't help but flush just a little.
seeing you so at peace and relaxed, and wearing one of his feathers (you turned it into a necklace that you never take off unless he leaves a new one) makes him happy beyond words
you're so, so important to him
he just can't believe you're real sometimes.
he covers you with his wing, letting some feathers drape over your face and tickle your nose
you groan and he chuckles. the sound makes you open your eyes, and you blink a few times when you see warm golden eyes looking right back at you.
"keigo?" you murmur. "what're you doing here?"
"good morning to you too, sunshine."
"i thought you had work today too-- mmph!"
he lets his wing drop heavy on you, and you push the appendage up off of you. "asshole."
keigo laughs and folds his wings over on his back. "i've got a day off. i wanted to spend it with my songbird. is that so bad?"
you don't answer. instead you push him so he's on his back and straddle his hips. "it could be." you whisper.
keigo lets his hands drop to your hips with a lazy grin. "it's only the two of us; how bad could it be?"
"good morning, kei'. i love you."
"good morning, angel. i love you, too. so much."
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