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c0llisiion · 4 months

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I HATE YOU - g.st

Cr. _3aem on twitter/x for the pic!

★pairing : gojo satoru + fem!reader

★genre : smut

★: clan leader!gojo, mean dom!gojo, yandere type ig? , Mention of possessive gojo , cuckqueanery, voyeurism , degradation, fellacio , name calling , slapping, bondage — lmk if i missed any ^^

★W/C: 874

A/N : HIIIIII I DECIDED TO WRITE MY FIRST JJK SMUT CUS I BE GOING THROUGH THAT SATORU GOJO BRAINROT ( my gorgeous man is coming back frfrfr ) kinda gives me the ick everytime i proof read it 😭 but ANYWAYS HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Thinking about clan leader Gojo, who you were forcefully married to. Your clan and the gojo clan had a lot of tension building up between each other, and the last option was to marry the gojo's gifted son and the youngest beauty of yours as a peace treaty. Satoru had met you before. To say the least, he was not very fond of you. He thought of you as just a daddy’s princess who had no talent, even though your cursed technique was one of the rarest. Satoru was not pleased at first, but he had a change of heart.

Satoru was rude to you every waking second. He treated you like his cumrag. You were to obey him at all times. You want to go out? He will join you too. He would threaten to slice someone’s head off if they ever laid eyes on you or stared at you for too long. Cause you were his toy. His to look at. His to fuck every night till you were brain-dead. He would dismiss his rudeness towards you as possession or love. His cerulean eyes glowed as he rutted into you at an inhumane pace. His pale hand covered your mouth, stopping you from talking back to him. “You are damn right about me hating you. Cause you are mine. Mine to fuck. Mine. All mine.” He would say, landing a harsh slap on one of your tits. You writhe in pain, kimono all over the place, and your legs split open as he pounded his length harder and harder. “My fucking whore. You like it, don't you? Getting treated like a useless whore? Yeah? That's right.. You can’t do anything about it cus you belong to me. Your perfect little body is all mine."

His servants are always on alert. After your little sessions he would order them to clean you up while he goes out into the gardens for a smoke. He wouldn’t even take a chance in cleaning you up himself or embracing you. ‘You don’t deserve it.’ Is all he said to you when you asked him.

He liked seeing you suffer. Your tears and your cries were a pleasure for him. That's why he got you tied up. Hands tied behind you, and legs tied wide open as you watch your husband get his dick sucked by another woman. This man was a sadist. He watched you cry and writhe as one of his hands was bobbing this other woman’s head on his dick. Legs splayed out. His hair tussled. His haori hung loose around his body and he had an evil smirk on his face. “You like the sight, wife? You like seeing me fuck someone else’s mouth, don't you sweetheart?” He said. “No! Satoru! Please! Please! I'm sorry! Please satoru stop it! I don't like it!” You cried out. Face stained with tears and voice hoarse from the constant begging and crying. Even though he treated you like shit, you still loved him. That was your husband. Your husband. Your legs twitched as your arousal dripped down from your wet cunt. “Seems like you are enjoying it.” You shook your head. He let out a dark chuckle and threw his head back as he made the other woman choke on his length. He let out a deep breathy moan as the woman kept bobbing up and down. He hissed and moaned, to taunt you. “So.. fucking.. Good.” He bluffed. “Satoru please! I can do so much better!! Please im sorry im so so sorry! I will only listen to you! I will worship you, Satoru! My eyes will only be for you! Please satoru!” You pleaded out in defeat. Crying uncontrollably. Satoru raised his eyebrows in amusement. The woman in between his legs was giving him the worst head of his life. He just wanted to see you beg for him after your little drama earlier that day. Satoru called in two of his trusted and loyal servants, commanding them to untie you. His servants had seen worse, so it wasn’t that awkward for them. As they untied you and left, you immediately fell on the floor, crawling to gojo mindlessly, with hunger in your eyes. You pushed the woman off his dick, sending her flying to the wall. satoru giggled at your eagerness. You immediately wrapped your lips on his dick, taking him in fully. His hands grabbed your hair and started thrusting into your mouth. You gagged and moaned as his dick hit the back of your throat. Gojo was in full pleasure. His head was thrown back, and his body arched off the couch as you give his underside and balls attention. You choked around his length, your nose hitting the base as he pushed you further down his shaft. He tugged your hair before pulling you away. You gasp and cough, a mixture of your spit and his precum all over your chin. A string of the mixture connected your lips and his tip. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes. Satoru looked disheveled. He slapped your face softly before pulling you into a heated kiss, tasting yours and his mixture, smiling into the kiss.

“I fucking hate you.”

A/N: AHHH THANK YOU FOR READING <333 how was it? Should i be writing more jjk? Ilysmmm!

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doki-doki-imagines · 2 months

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hi! maybe a little self indulgent but was wondering if you could write a lil drabble of earthrealm gang x yn (fem y/n if possible) but she’s related to shang tsung in some way (idk sister, daughter if u wanna get real silly) and shes just as pretty but just as mean :3c ty!

author note: In some the reader is the sister in others the daughter. Going for hcs for my mental health :)

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Johnny Cage: -He doesn't completely trust you, even if damn, you are hot. -Like he can't resist flirting with you even if it means getting the harshest rejection ever. -At this point, it is a challenge more than anything else. Once one of your failed potions exploded right into his face while he was blabbering one of his cheesy pickup lines. "You are smoking." "Hot?" "No, just smoking." You reply, pinching a strand of hair still on fire, extinguishing it. -You know 99% of boys stop flirting just before getting a date? Johnny's positive mindset won't let him fall for this trap. -Maybe you'll fall for his loserboy behavior…

Kenshi Takahashi: -Mh the ex-yakuza doesn't trust you one bit. Even if you never betrayed them. -It's just that you like lying a bit too much for his liking. -"I'll keep an eye on you." You chuckle "What eye? I don't see any on your face." You shrug his words off. -Nobody has ever been blacklisted this fast in Kenshi's mind. -But for real, he'll keep your every step checked ready to attack at any of your missteps. -"If you like spying on me so much you could take me out on a date so I can answer all your questions." You hear him choking on his saliva before snapping back. "How do you know I'm spying on you?" Your eyes widened getting closer to him "So I was right? You are spying on me? Damn, you must be so down bad for me-" -The idea of falling one of Wu Shi mountains sounds so good now for Kenshi. "Come pick me up at 9 p.m. and take me to a nice place it has been so long since I've eaten something nice." -Seems like Kenshi has a new problem to deal with. -Also because Madame Bo is the only place nearby…

Kung Lao: -He doesn't trust you at all, your mother may have been a nice woman but your father is terrible! And with your sharp words, Lao thinks you have taken his personality too. -"Begone sorcerer! My hat will slice you in two if you take another step closer." "I'm sure my words have done more damage than that stupid hat." -Actually, a friendship will develop thanks to your constant fights, not always won by you. -Raiden better if you stay alert, you have two sly foxes in the temple now

Raiden: -He isn't as wary as the others, after all you haven't done anything wrong. Being born from such an evil guy doesn't make you evil. -But damn, you can be so harsh with him at times. More than once Raiden wanted to remind you that if it wasn't for him you would be homeless and a loser just like your father. -But then Raiden remembers it's actually thanks to Liu Kang if you are there and bites his tongue. -You are also one of the few people able to make Raiden snap! Most monks never saw such fury before he met you. -"You should thank me. Weak minds don't last much in battle." "If you expect me to thank you for pissing me off you'll have to wait your entire lifetime, snotty sorcerer."

Liu Kang: -When he created this new timeline he hoped a sister could tone down Shang Tsung's evil intentions. -But at the end he threw you away, treating you like a stepping stone to the road to achieve his goal. -So Liu Kang took you in. That doesn't mean you will so easily forgive him for his mistake. -Your words slice his heart frequently. Not because you want to cry about your condition, it's mostly your fault after all, but simply because you like to tease that raw nerve that awakens a usually hidden side of him. -"Shut your mouth or I'll seal your lips forever!" "Ohhh-" you coo at his words "But then how I'll latch my lips at your throat? You seemed to like it yesterday." You say, pressing a finger on the spot where the hickey should be, already recovered thanks to his godly nature. -Liu Kang stomps his right foot on the ground before running out from your lab. How he can love you so much and despise you at the same time is something he still has to wrap his head around.

Geras: -A saint. You may tease, joke, just be nasty and Geras will reply with the calmest voice ever. -Liu Kang told him to make you feel at home and Geras takes his job seriously. -You nagged him a lot about the hourglass, making you take a small peak at it but he never let you close. -"You are too serious Geras, loosen up a little." "It's to compensate for your lack of rules." -You still have to warm up to each other…

Bi-Han: -He doesn't like you. AT ALL. -Bi-Han looks at you with a face dripping with scorn. Even if you are taller than him, he'll make you feel like an ant. -If you tease him too much he'll snap back and won't keep himself from hitting you. -But if you stroke his ego, promising him strength and glory… -As your brother told you "If you want men to do what you want stroke their ego and they will be at your feet." -He also did an analogy comparing the ego to a di- Okay I think the point is clear.

Kuai Liang: -He doesn't trust you, but if Liu Kang decided to keep you with them he won't oppose his decision. -Liang will often ask to train with you, mostly to test your skill level and eventually prepare for a future betrayal. -Also your lab will be often spied, checking if your experiments are safe and good for Earthrealm. -Till one day Liang found a small card on your desk "Train better your men, I could tell someone sneaked in the first time. Shirai Ryu won't last long otherwise." -He tightens the grip on the card, rolling it up before throwing it on the ground. -Liang was the only one that has been spying on you…

Tomas Vrbada: -He doesn't trust you immediately but he is one of the few to give you a chance. -Tomas won't be like a dog, following you around and completely trusting you, but he'll be one to bring you a hot beverage in cold winters when you are alone in your lab. -He answers wittily to your words and rarely he gets dejected. -"I suppose you won't survive in the Lin Kueis if you had a weak mind or if you are simply an idiot…" You whisper out, Tomas' ears catching your words anyway. "…You thought I was an idiot?" -You'd like to reply "Why the paste tense? I still do." but you decide to bite your tongue. You don't mind his company after all.

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nicxl333 · 10 months

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LAUNDRY ANTICS- GOJO SATORU X FEM!READER

warnings: 18+, smut, semi-public sex, oral sex (both parties receiving), praise, washing machine as vibrator (technically)

summary: what happens when an extremely handsome individual catches your attention one late night at the laundromat?

word count: 2.3k

"y/n i'm popping out for a bit!"

said the woman who owned the launderette. you were about to wash your dirty clothes you had used. the only thing you had on were shorts and a tank top. since you were related to the owner, she trusted you to be left with her store alone. it's not like you showed any evil intent anyways.

the only sound that could be heard was the faint music playing from the speakers in the corner. you hummed along to the tune while sorting out different colour categories.

ding

the single bell on the door of the laundromat resounded through the store, alerting the arrival of a potential customer.

looking up from your current task your vision was welcomed by a man with a head of white hair, pure as snow. this was accompanied by an all black high necked jacket with matching pants and chelsea styled boots. to top it all off, he had a blindfold on, which confused you a bit to say the least.

he was holding a black duffel bag, presumably full of dirty clothes. your assumptions were confirmed when he started walking over towards one of the machines to start a cycle.

you carried on with what you were doing when you stopped, feeling a pair of eyes in your direction. looking up, your eyes met, or what you assumed, his eyes looking straight towards you.

"umm, can i help you?"

"i don't seem to know exactly how this washing thing works so can you assist me please?" the man replied with a ghost of a smirk on his face.

you stopped what you were doing and walked over to him, who stepped to the side to allow you to do your thing.

"alright, you're gonna need to use three machines if you want to get out of here quickly so i hope you have your coins." you pointed towards three machines in front of you two. "colours go in one machine, darks in another and whites in another too. i'm trusting you know how to separate your clothing into those categories?"

the man in front of you stood there with a blank face.

you sighed to yourself. if he didn't even know how the damn machine worked then he sure as hell wouldn't know how to do anything else.

"oh god...ok let me show you. your whites are literally any piece of clothing that is white. your colours are any piece of clothing which isn't red, black, grey or dark blue and your colours are anything else. seeing as you're a newbie i'll show you."

you grabbed the bag which held the clothing so that you could sort through the items when you paused and turned to the man before you.

"may i?"

"sure, you're helping me after all beautiful." you froze at your pet name given to you by him. after a few seconds you shook it off and started wafting through the clothing, unbeknownst to the man staring you down and licking his lips in delight. from where he was standing, he could get a clear view of your ass and that seemed to be where his eyes stayed stuck the most.

"you're not as slick as you think you know? don't think i haven't noticed you staring me down." continuing with your task at hand while calling over your shoulder.

he stopped, surprised that he was actually caught red handed. he didn't let it deter him though;

he loved playing hard to get.

"well how could i help it? you've got a good body on you. you got a boyfriend?"

there it was, his first move to determine wether or not to carry on the chase.

"and if i did? how would it affect you in any way?"

"oho, it would trust me on that one."

by this point you had finished your task and the machines were starting their cycle. you turned to face the man in front of you who had taken his blindfold off. you studied his eyes, they were a beautiful blue and seemed to have so much detail in it which helped to boost his overall appearance. he was a highly attractive man, no doubt about it, and it seemed you had caught his attention.

"no i don't."

he started closing in on you until your lower body was pressed against one of the machines, the sound of water sloshing faintly heard in the background. he came down to your ear, whispering the words;

"feel like having some fun then?"

you were down nonetheless, but you suddenly grew self conscious of the full view anyone had into the laundrette.

"sure." you said, while simultaneously walking towards the window shutters, rolling them all the way down. looking at the time, the shop was due to close soon anyways so it didn't make a difference. you locked the front door and walked back over to him with a smirk on your face. jumping onto the machine you spread your legs, showing him that you were his to toy around with.

"do your thing."

the man liked your confidence. something that was a huge turn on for him. he leaned forward and reached for your shorts, which slipped off with ease. he smirked when he came into contact with your wet cunt. he slipped the fabric to the side and began eating you out.

"ohhh...fuck!" you were in ecstasy from the sheet movements of this man's tongue against your clit. he knew exactly what to do with it, meaning that he had experience, you could tell that much.

a string of curses were pulled from your mouth, egging the man on further. he stopped licking on your bud, going down to lick your hole, then inserting two fingers in straightaway.

"s-shit-"

"call me satoru darling."

you suddenly grew quiet, feeling shy to say his name. this only caused him to curl his fingers upwards in retaliation, while continuing his thrusting

"say my name or i'll make you scream it."

"...s-satoru..fuck!"

"i can't hear you darling~" he starts increasing the pace of his fingers, causing you to grip onto him for dear life. he was bringing you closer and closer to the edge and soon enough you'd reach your high.

"ahh! satoru please make me cum!!"

"your wish is my command..."

gojo then dropped down to his knees, carrying on with his thrusting while simultaneously beginning to lick your clit. the pleasure you were feeling was too overwhelming and within 30 seconds your arousal was slipping into his open mouth. he of course, licked every drop, overstimning you at the same time.

"damn princess, you taste good. i think it's my turn for some action though."

you barely heard what he said, as you were still trying to come down from your high.

"aww, did i make you cum too hard? that was just the beginning baby. better prepare for what's coming."

you eventually gained control of yourself and slid off the washing machine, getting on your knees infront of gojo.

"suck it good sweetie." he said while pulling out his dick. once you came face to face with it you saw just how big it was, veiny and pink at the tip, curved slightly to the right. you were contemplating on how it was going to fit in your mouth. you just had to make do and hope for the best.

you gave his tip a kiss and a few kitten licks before collecting the saliva in your mouth beginning your descent down his dick. it was hard to accommodate but you were determined to make it all fit. by gojo's grunts though, you could tell you were doing something right.

"mmh...fuck princess, you're doing so well for me."

his hand found purchase on top of your head, guiding you down further and further until you gagged and came up for air.

"do that again for me, it was hot."

you started bopping your head back and forth, using your hand to take up whatever space was left. your other hand stayed fondling his balls, earning frequent grunts. you knew gojo was nearing his end when his groans started becoming more intense and slightly whiny. it was like music to your ears and you could feel yourself pooling once again at your core with arousal. you reached one hand down and started pleasing yourself.

once gojo felt one hand leave his dick he looked down and saw your hand rubbing your clit he instantly let out a loud, guttural grunt and climaxed, pushing your head all the way down, until he hit the back of your throat. you gagged once again, when you felt the familiar hot liquid go down your throat. you couldn't really taste it since his cum didn't get the chance to land on your taste buds.

you took a second to gain your breath, which didn't last long since you were lifted off your feet back onto the washing machine with your legs spread.

"who the fuck said you could please yourself while sucking me off?"

"looked like you enjoyed it from the way you cummed in my mouth after seeing that."

"oh you're asking for the incapability to walk after this darling."

"so do it. seems like you're all talk and no show to m- oh fuck!!"

gojo had enough of your comments and slid into you mid sentence. you didn't actually think about how big he'd be inside you and you could feel a tinge of pain among the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling. you liked the burn though.

"what was that again?" he said while starting to thrust into you at deeply.

"seems now like you've finally submitted. if i had known shoving my dick inside you would shut you up, believe me i would've done that a lot sooner."

you couldn't do anything but cry out in pleasure. he was hitting all the right spots and you were loving every bit of it. as if that wasn't enough though, he placed your legs around his waist and placed his two fingers in your mouth.

"suck on them." you complied with his request, swirling your tongue all around his thumb.

in this position, he was hitting deeper than ever and you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

"fuckfuckfuck!!! satoru please!" you didn't even know what you were begging for at this point. you could feel the washing machine under you start to vibrate as it was fully underway in its cycle. it was then that gojo stopped his thrusts and pulled out of you. he flipped you around and placed your one foot on the ground with your knee resting on the machine.

you could feel the machine vibrating directly on your clit now mixed with the cold metal, adding to the pleasure. you felt gojo enter you once more, this time thrusting hard and fast at the same time. it was overwhelming, and you started babbling incoherent words. he then wrapped his hand around your neck, keeping the other hand on your waist, to enable those deep thrusts.

"cmon baby i know you've got one more in there for me, how about you be a good girl and give me one more yeah?"

the machine, his thrusts and his words were too much for you to handle and you were brought over the edge, squirting all over his dick with a series of moans that echoed all around the shop. gojo wasn't expecting that and from the way you were squeezing down on him brought him over the edge too, thrusting into you with a last moan to accommodate. it was silent for a few moments, while the pair of you caught your breath. the only thing that could be heard were the whirring machines.

"didn't know you had that in you princess."

"to be honest, me either."

"what, you mean you've never squirted before?"

you shook your head from side to side while gojo stood there in shock. his face transitioned into a smirk.

"i'm definitely gonna be the last then."

"wait what do you mean by that? oh...." he wanted to see you again, which you were down for. he made you see stars, something which many of your previous hook ups couldn't even dream of doing.

a sudden beep resounded throughout the shop. it was the washing machine, alarming its customer that the clothes were finished and ready for drying. you both started putting your clothes back on. gojo started loading the wet clothes back into his duffel bag and zipped it up, slinging the bag over his shoulder. you assumed he had a dryer at his house since the clothes weren't dry.

"so i've got to go now, i have work to complete. could i get your number and we'll see about meeting up again?"

you rolled your eyes, holding out your hand to input your number. he did so and you slotted it in, handing the phone back to him.

"y/n? what a pretty name," he said while walking to the door. "till next time!"

and he was gone.

you sighed to yourself and walked over to the machine so you could place your wet clothes in the dryer. the owner then walked in through the back door.

"oh y/n, you're still here? sorry i took so long i got caught up in a chat with some fine men!" she started walking around, switching off all the machines so she could close up for the night. she stopped by the machine that was 'active' where you and gojo were.

"ahh was someone using this y/n? seems like someone dropped some water here or something."

you thought nothing of it until you stopped and realised;

that wasn't water.

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attackurheart88 · 3 months

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Ooo if it’s okay, can I please request a Soft Yandere Morpheus x fem!innocent!human!reader where she somehow accidentally ends up in The Dreaming and Morpheus is fully ready to let out his wrath at her intrusion, but after talking to her spending time with her, he decides he doesn’t want her to leave, ever, and intends to make her his Queen

You weren't supposed to be here.

Morpheus watched in the shadows as the woman hummed peacefully to herself weaving flowers unaware of the danger lurking behind her. As soon as Mathew alerted him to your presence, Morpheus teleported over in anger. It was only a few months since his capture and his dislike of humans had increased greatly. The dreaming was the only place where he could live peacefully without any worries or fears he would not let a human ruin it.

The birds flew away and the deer and squirrels were quick to scurry. Once Morpheus made himself known the happiness in the air dissipated. He watched as you tensed finally feeling his presence and turned.

“Who are you?” his voice wasn't raised yet it carried such force you were quick to back up. “You're not supposed to be here.” he snarled.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn't know I just sorta appeared.” Your voice was so soft and sweet. It suited you. “I didn't mean to trespass, my name is Y/n.” Morpheus stared blankly at your outstretched hand. You were being kind? Why? You were clearly afraid so why go through the trouble? Was it a trick? A way to get into his head?

A small peep drew his attention behind you. There was a bird wounded by your feet. Morpheus anger sparked up again. “You dare come into this forest and harm its inhabitants.” A sudden force flings you back into a tree.

“Ow.” you slid down painfully watching in horror as he made his way closer. “Wait, please! I didn't hurt it. It fell from a tree I was trying to rebuild its nest.” your small hands were held up as you explained. Morpheus took notice of the small scratches and cuts on your fingers.

As quickly as that anger came it lessened.

One look at your doe eyes and tender expression had Morpheus’s head running. It contained glimpses of fear but no hint of lies. You were telling the truth.

Releasing you, Morpheus took a step back and waved his hand.

The bird flew in circles now fully healed and the scars that once littered your hand vanished.

“Incredible,” you whispered. “Thank….you.” But he was gone.

Morpheus made his way back to his palace. Scouring through the books of his library for information on you. He should have banished you, threatened you, captured you. But he didn't. He couldn't. Despite the way he acted he couldn't find any fault with you. Nor did you harbor any sort of anger, hatred, or evil in you. You were too kind. The animals of Fiddler’s Green were not welcoming to strangers and would have attacked if you held bad intentions. Instead, they danced and sang to entertain you, to please you.

Why? Why were you here? Why was the dreaming so welcoming to you? Why was it he found it difficult to hurt you? Why did he feel the urge to touch you, kiss you, devour you.

Morpheus wasn’t new to the feeling of love. But the emotions inside his chest were different. They weren’t pure or sweet or gentle. They were fierce dangerous addicting. It was only a few hours since he saw you. But his mind was flooding with images of you and impure thoughts. Thought to take you to own you to take your innocence and corrupt it. Your sweet voice will be for him to hear, your soft eyes his to gaze at, and your body? His to ravage.

You were a virgin he was sure of it. He could smell it on you, innocence and purity radiating in waves just begging to be taken away.

“Lucienne.” The woman walked over. “My lord. Have you taken care of the intruder?” “Just about to.” Morpheus smiled to himself. Lucienne furrowed her brows confused.

“Prepare a room. I want it fit for a queen.”

For the next few days, Morpheus waits anxiously for your return. He's made all the proper preparations for you transitioning as his queen. A large bed, mountains of presents, and in case there are any resisting, some lovely chains to keep you still. But he's sure he won't need them for long. Soon enough you’ll learn your place and accept your new role happily. Unlike his former lovers, there will be no mistakes as you’ll never be allowed to leave his side.

Your sniffles and sobs could be heard echoing throughout the room. Morpheus is there with his arms around you. Gentle rubs on your hair as he whispers in your ear to console you.

“I-I want to go home,” you repeated for the hundredth time. Morpheus only smiled and shook his head. “This is your home, now love.” he cooed. “There is nowhere else for you to be.”

You will soon love him and depend on him for everything. Morpheus would become you're only priority as you his. Anyone who gets in the way of that, friend or foe will suffer the consequences.

As his darling, be sure to be obedient and never escape or look in another person’s direction. The consequences will be severe. You could be starved for a couple of days or perhaps be delivered the bloody head of the man who dared to talk to you.

Morpheus is passionate about his love but is equally cruel. Slowly he’ll break you down with love and punishments until you're his perfect wife where he’ll be able to love you and cherish you to his heart's content.

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propertyofrjl · 5 months

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As someone who is currently rewatching all of Aphmau's series and has major brain rot over the Aphverse, i am desperate to find a fic where some of the mystreet people get somehow transported to the MCD universe. BECAUSE IMAGINE THE ANGST POTENTIAL IF MYSTREET!ZANE WAS IN THIS GROUP OMG.

MCD!Garroth having to see what he could have had with his own brother if things were different is breaking my heart.

OH OH OH BUT ALSO

Right imagine this little mystreet group is also when they're teenagers, smol little Zane being transported to a world where pretty much everyone despises him because MCD!Zane is the embodiment of evil.

Like, maybe little Aphmau and Zane get separated from the others and end up in Phoenix drop, they manage to make it to the town square where Molly is coming back from praying to Irene, and she sees Zane, the man who hurt her precious baby and used dark magic on their town. Molly then runs to alert whichever guard she can find (it just so happens that Laurence, Garroth and Dante are all leaving the guard tower for their respective patrols at that moment)

These men run to the town square, fearing the place they are sworn to protect is under attack by one of the most dangerous tyrants of their time, and they come to find not only Zane (who's looking around with a sour look on his face, and albeit a little smaller than Garroth remembers) but also the woman they spend their lives protecting (and two of said party are definitely, totally, not in love with her...)

And when i say they're teenagers, i mean the first season of PDH vibes, so Zane and Aphmau with these squeaky voices and no social skills, and Aphmau has spent most of her time looking around in awe up until that point because OH MY IRENE ZANE IT'S JUST LIKE MY GAME!!!

Laurence moves first, rushing over he knocks Zane to the ground harshly before yanking Aphmau away, to which she screams because this tall, scar covered, very scary looking version of her friend (or maybe crush depending on when in PHD this happens) has picked her up far too easily for her liking and she's worried about Zane.

Then Garroth and Dante move in, and suddenly Zane is being looked down upon by his big brother with such a look of disgust and hatred that has never happened before. Garroth loves Zane. Sure they disagree and fight every now and then, they're brothers, but Zane knows Garroth loves him and would keep him safe, and even though he wouldn't admit it, Zane loves his brother too. But the scary and hate filled man standing above him does not make Zane feel safe, and a flush of fear runs through him, followed by watery eyes and embarrassment because why is he feeling so weak and despised by one of the only men in his life who's provided a steady stream of love (unlike his dad)

And when Zane pulls his shaking hands up in surrender, with this wounded animal look upon his face, MCD!Garroth almost has to double take, because not even as children has he ever seen Zane look at him with such fear, the only man who'd ever brought fear upon Zane's face was their father, and maybe that gives Garroth his own little internal crisis because he's tried so hard to be nothing like dear old dad.

BUT ALSO, LETS PICTURE THIS

The rest of the group (let's say...Laurence, KC and Garroth) show up, and they try to find a way home without the help of the villagers of Phoenix drop, only to be attacked and have Zane kidnapped by people MCD!Zane has royally pissed off. The little group run back to Phoenix drop for help, and all the MCD lot just can't seem to understand why these little versions of themselves/their friends want to help Zane of all people so badly. It takes the Garroths having a full on row over it and Mystreet!Aph breaking down in tears to get people to help (because how can Laurence and Garroth watch a small version of the woman they love sob and not do something to try and help?) and obvi Lord Aphmau was on board the moment they asked and was going to do it alone before her Guards through out their protests and Little Garroth decided to cuss out MCD!Garroth for "abandoning his baby brother" (which is where the fight started)

...

Maybe I should write this myself...

Anyway, that's where my brain has gotten me today.

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Lookism Theory: On The Deaths of "The Sister" and "The King"

SPOILER ALERT FOR EPS 482-485 AND THE WAILING (2016)

Ep 485 pretty much solidifies PTJ's statements on March 2022 and September 2023 (in vlogs that have since been made private) that the Cheonliang Arc is based on the Korean horror film The Wailing (2016), also known as The Strangers. So I'm going to talk about the deaths of Seongji and The Sister from the film's standpoint.

Based on the film's plot these are the archetypes of both characters.

Seongji The King of Cheonliang is "The Demon in the Cave" and,

The Sister is "The Woman in White" and "The Hanged Woman".

A. The Death of Seongji (The Demon in the Cave)

In The Wailing, the entity in the cave is actually a Japanese demon with a human identity. He used to live in a run-down house in the mountain, before being chased away by angry and scared villagers that he nearly died in a deserted cliff. A character appeared midway through the film (Il Gwang the shaman) because he was invited, and was actually in cahoots with the demon. Towards the end, the demon retreated into a cave and resumed his original appearance as a demon.

So, based on the film's plot...

Seongji was probably ambushed by either the villagers, the Yamazaki henchmen, the Kojima brothers, or perhaps even Charles Choi's or the King of Seoul's men in his cave or in the mountain, assuming that the latter was already an acquaintance of the shaman's (Shinmyong).

The duel that resulted in Seongji's death was probably unfair, because he was chased away from his house, ran away through the woods in the mountain, and was cornered, wounded, and exhausted.

If the King of Seoul was involved, somebody must've invited him to Cheonliang on purpose. This invitation probably came from someone in Shinmyong's circle or from the shaman himself.

If Vin really murdered Seongji, then it was probably an accidental death or a mercy kill. In case the latter actually happened, it probably happened when Seongji was dying alone in a deserted place.

B. The Death of the Sister (The Woman in White and the Hanged Woman)

In the film, a naked woman appeared on a stormy night in front of the town's police station. Then she hanged herself the next day after murdering her family, and nobody saw it. Apparently, when she stood naked she was wandering in the state of possessed after getting in touch with Il Gwang the shaman and the Japanese demon. She was the first victim in the town, and after her a series of other violent murders happened.

Elsewhere, a mysterious unnamed woman in white tried to warn the other characters but was unsuccesful in protecting the town from evil, because they thought that she was an evil spirit. In the end she could only watch as Il Gwang and the demon left together.

Going by this film's plot...

When The Sister appeared during a rainy night at Vin's doorstep, she was actually half-drugged or was in a daze from other causes, and she ran away from trouble.

The reason why The Sister's clothes were disheveled because she either ran away in a daze or was assaulted.

Whatever happened to The Sister must've involved either Shinmyong the Shaman, Taejin, the Kojima brothers, or anyone else closely affiliated with them.

She probably tried to tell what happened to her or another secret but was stopped before she could do anything.

It was her death that sparked the change in Cheonliang, and it probably happened before Seongji died.

The girl was probably found dead early in the morning and nobody actually saw how she died the night before.

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Blood Bag

WHUMTOBER DAY 11 - prompt: captivity.

Fandom: Supernatural.

Summary: you are captured by a group of vamps whilst on a hunt. They take their time trying to kill you, draining you of your blood in an old warehouse. For the Winchesters, it’s a race against time to reach you before something fatal happens.

Warnings: Captivity, blood, blood draining, vampires, near death experience, pain, gore.

Word count: 1.5k

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The door was bolted shut. Three golden padlocks sat on fat silver chains that lay across the door, strung across the frame like bunting. You stared at it from where you sat with matching locks confining you to a chair in the middle of the room like some sick form of friendship bracelet. There was no light entering the room besides the slither that managed to squeeze out from under the door and from the square window made of frosted glass on the metal door. It was what allowed you to see the glint of the metal on the door. Consisting of only thick, concrete walls ridden with rot, the room was barely 8 x 8, but with no windows you felt as though the room around you never ended.

The gag was thick in your mouth. It tasted of oil laced chemicals and dried blood. You tried to spit it out but it was tied together firmly, much like your hands and your ankles. Whoever had you was experienced and you were truly and utterly trapped.

You weren’t quite sure how it happened. One second you were on a supply run, grabbing food to bring back to the Winchesters who were cooped up in the motel, and the next there was a heavy blow to your head and you woke up here, tied helplessly to piece of furniture in the middle of who knows where unknowing of what time it was or how long you had been missing.

The locks on the chains rattled before landing in a heap on the floor and the door flung open to reveal a pale looking woman with blond hair that cascaded over her right shoulder. Something about her face was forbidding.

The blond eyed you greedily, stepping towards you. Her heels echoed in the silence of the concrete cell as she leaned in close, trailing her long nails along your jaw. You tried to pull away but weren’t very successful.

“Isn’t this a nice surprise?” She mocked. “The Winchester’s little bitch. I had to say when we saw you all alone it was far too tempting. Far too easy.”

She laughed an evil laugh as you tried to speak, only for your words to be muffled by the foul tasting gag. She reached around you and untied it. You spat it from your mouth.

“You’re a dead woman.”

She hummed, baring her teeth. They were needle-like and protruded like a thousand knives from her jaw. Vampire. “No, honey. But you will be. See, when we heard there were hunters in the area we were on high alert. We began to stock up. When you killed one of our own… well. That changed things, didn’t it? But now, oh now the tables have turned.”

She moved, stalking around the chair. Gripping your hair, she yanked your head back sharply, tilting it to the side. She pressed her face into the side of your neck breathing in the scent of your blood beneath your skin. You could feel her breath on your neck as she murmured. “We are going to have so much fun together.”

It was then that she sank her teeth into your neck. You howled, consumed by a relentless, excruciating agony. You squirmed in her grip struggling to press away, but she only sunk her teeth in deeper, eliciting another painful response. You thought you were going to black out as the blond kept draining you of your blood, almost drunk on the taste. But then, she slipped her fangs out from your skin, agonisingly slowly. When she dropped her hold on your head, it lolled against your chest. She wiped away the blood that smeared across her lips like chapstick and looked at you again with that sick smile.

“Oh, Yes.” She beamed. “They’re going to have to have so much fun with you.”

“Go fuck yourself.” You spat at her, craning your head to narrow your eyes and snarl at her.

Once again, she just laughed and moved towards the door.

“Remember to scream all you want, No one will find you here.”

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You weren’t sure how long it had been since the first woman left. Your head throbbed and your neck was sticky with your own blood. Your whole body felt weak; like someone had turned down a dial on your body to dull all of your senses. It hurt to keep your eyes open despite the darkness of the room. They felt so heavy that the idea of lifting weights seemed easier than trying to force them open.

Once the woman had left, two more vampires crept into the room. One a short man who wore a green hoodie around his waist, the other an older woman with a pinched face. You had tried to fight against them, but with your already weakened body and with the chains keeping you frozen solid, you stood no chance. And so you were subjected again to the bitter pain on their fangs as they sliced into your neck. By the time they were done and had left your neck in a bloody pulp. you had succumbed to the numbness of unconsciousness.

Unsure how you managed to drag yourself from beneath the bliss of nothingness, your eyes forced themselves open. Your neck burned as you surveyed the claustrophobic room. The chains on the door had been chucked in a pool on the floor, though the door was still sealed shut. It was almost as though they had been removed in a hurry.

A round of gunshots drew your attention to what was happening outside in the hallway. There was a loud raucous accompanied by the howling of the bloodthirsty vamps. You weren’t sure how many there were in the pack to begin with, but from the rumble on the other side of the door, you were sure they were beginning to drop like flies.

“Sam! Dea-“ your hoarse cries were cut off by a heavy hand around your mouth. The clanking of your binds stilled as you froze.

“Quiet.” He barked in a hushed tone. The figure moved to untie the chains around you. Given normal circumstances, you would have taken this as a chance to grasp the guy and gut him, but your body refused to move as your vision doubled.

He hauled you to your feet, wrapping his arm around your neck to not only support your dead weight, but to use you almost like a human shield. There was a harsh banging on the door which ceased almost as suddenly as it had started when the door came flying open. In its frame, you managed to make out the lumbering frames of the Winchester brothers equipped with machetes. Sam paled at the sight of you, kicking himself for not being able to reach you sooner, for letting you go out alone.

When they took a step forwards the grip around you tightened. The man behind you stiffened. That was when you realised he had a knife pressed to your neck.

“Ah ah.” He chided. “Not another step.”

The two brothers stopped abruptly. Dean kept his eyes fixated on the vampire before him, narrowing them to try and hide the worry within them.

“Get away from her.”

The vamp tutted. “No. I think I quite like it here.”

“We killed your nest. Not her. This is between you and us.” Sam told him.

“Hmm. I suppose.” He removed the knife from the front of you neck momentarily, but then tilted your head once again, revealing the mess of bloody flesh beneath it which caused Sam to stifle a gasp, before running the point of the blade down the side of your neck. “But I like this much more.”

You whined at the pinch on your skin, but your body had gone numb. You hated being in this position. Compromised.

“You know what I’m gonna do once I kill too and get out of here?” He hummed, trailing his finger down your open wound, collecting the blood on his finger and licking the crimson from the digit. “I’m going to keep your little friend as my own personal blood bag, drain her nice and slow so that she feels her life slipping away from her. Hunter blood on tap. What else could anyone ask for? And then, when she’s on the brink of death…I’ll turn her.”

“No!” Dean charged suddenly, catching the vamp off guard.

He stumbled backwards, his grip faltering. Without another supporting your body weight, you dropped to the floor with a sickening thud. You were barely aware of the toppling of the vamps head as your eyes dropped closed.

“Y/N?” Dean shook your shoulders firmly. He was kneeling over your limp body. “Y/N?”

You whimpered quietly.

“Open your eyes sweetheart.” Dean begged. “Please.”

He had begun to sound so far away as you drifted in and out. His voice began to morph with Sam’s as you lost sense of everything. His words began to sound like a blur of noise, until eventually, you drifted far enough away that you stopped hearing them at all.

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I see red (and blue) -Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Words: 2471

Summary: Miguel got intoxicated by a failed serum, and has created a containment breach. His doctor in charge is now his target...

Warnings: Dub? Talons, spider venom, blood, light physical violence, dirty talking, cunnilingus, P in V, rough but smooth, Miguel speaking Spanish.

The alarm systems had been activated with a delay of just five seconds, enough time for what they feared most to happen.

Emergency lighting painted the corridors red, over the siren shots rang out, and Dr. (L/N) exclaimed:

"Don't shoot, you'll make him angrier!"

But no one was there to heed her command, the gunfire continued, only to be silenced moments later... and then, there were screams, screams that lasted even less time, but were imprinted with the most intense terror.

From her monitor, (Y/N) (L/N) couldn't see much of anything, the corridor was engulfed in smoke, sparks from a gun flew from time to time, and then, a huge talon destroyed one of the cameras. The doctor gasped.

Her superiors at Alchemax had explained it to her tersely, the serum that "Subject 0" had received was contaminated. His body had benefited from unique powers, but in turn, he had developed unmeasured violence and a murderous desire that only increased with confinement. She had tried everything to give him respite, talking to him, offering him food and small privileges, hoping that they would manage to create an antidote to his evil soon.

None of that mattered anymore. The Alchemax people warned them: if there was a containment breach, if Miguel O'Hara managed to get out of his cell... then humanity was doomed.

"Doctor!" the door creaked open, a guard staggered in with a bleeding arm. (Y/N) rushed to his aid.

"What happened outside?" she wanted to know as she helped him sit up.

"Doctor... you have to go, you have to... leave..." shivered the man. The young woman ignored him as she got hold of the first aid kit.

"Take a deep breath, I'm going to help you" she whispered as she opened the first aid kit with trembling fingers. The light flickered and, for a few seconds, they were both in semi-darkness. And, when it came back...

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!"

The guard's scream was the only warning (Y/N) had before she fell backwards, just as something leapt from the ceiling to attack the man. A blue and red suit, torn and damaged, matched the large, muscular body of the dreaded Subject 0, whose eyes went to her once, with a swipe of his talons, the guard was silenced for good.

The eyes were filled with rage, and a grimace exposed two pairs of venomous fangs.

"Doctora..." whispered Miguel, as if in greeting. (Y/N) trembled, her chest rising and falling in time with her anxious breathing as Miguel descended from on top of the guard, moving slowly on all fours, his body stained with other people's blood.

(Y/N) threw the first aid kit at Miguel's face, to give herself a few seconds' head start. She ran down the stairs in such a hurry that she was surprised she hadn't tripped, and as she turned down the hallway she heard talons clawing at the metal and walls. O'Hara was chasing her.

She ran and slid across the floor, through the only hallway that still had working lights, at the bottom, the security door was still locked, if she could reach it - she thought after kicking off her shoes to run better - and get through it before Miguel got to her, she would be safe.

An animal growl behind her back alerted her that her plan would fail, and then something rammed her, making her fall face first to the ground. The pain of the blow stunned her, but worse was to discover that something was crawling over her, cornering her.

Talons grabbed her lab coat, yanking it off with a jerk. (Y/N) shrieked in shock, but as she felt Miguel's hand on her back, now protected only by her shirt, she froze.

"O... O'Hara..." she stammered, still hoping to reason with him "Please..."

"Please, doctor?" repeated Miguel with a chuckle, leaning over her "You're going to beg? Really? After all you did..."

"Y-you know that I... that I didn't... do anything... I've t-tried... to help him..."

Miguel's lips were almost next to her ear, (Y/N) could feel his breathing.

"You didn't try hard enough!"

(Y/N) screamed. Miguel's talons had cut through her shirt until they reached her back, and dug deep enough to rip open her skin and make her bleed, four wounds that started at her right shoulder and ended almost to her waist. The young doctor arched her back and her eyes filled with tears, Miguel looked like he was going to play with her before killing her.

"Stop it!" she pleaded "Please!"

Another hand grabbed her by the head, pushing her to the floor. Miguel looked at his talons, dripping fresh blood, and leaned with some curiosity over the wounds that were beginning to stain (Y/N)'s torn shirt; there were beads of sweat running down her neck, her body trembling from fear and pain, and her blood... He loved the smell of blood, it inflamed him like few things, but that mixture....

"No... don't kill me...!" sobbed (Y/N), one cheek pressed to the floor.

"Be still" ordered Miguel coldly. He sniffed her neck, he could notice under the sweat the now almost extinct scent of a soft floral perfume, and the sweetish iron in her blood. Yes, why not? The poor doctor was already sentenced, he would do her no wrong if he.....

He extended his tongue and licked the longest scratch. (Y/N) hissed.

"Ouch! What the-" Unable to move her head, she tried to look away.

A few drops of blood sufficed, a few drops of blood on the tip of his tongue, and Miguel felt something new coursing through his body to the very core. A new desire he was ready to fulfill.

"No!" cried (Y/N) as the tips of the talons grazed her skin, but then, a tug and a tearing sound informed her that Miguel was tearing her clothes to shreds, for what purpose? Nothing good, she thought immediately, so she was reduced to standing still until, again, a tongue caressed her shoulders, not far from the wounds. It made her think the worst, as if she were at the mercy of an animal tasting its prey before it began to feed, only... she knew of no species that would spend so much time licking the flesh of its victim.

And then, she felt a shiver when Miguel licked the hollow between her neck and shoulder. He had touched a sensitive spot, and (Y/N) let out a gasp that was more of surprise at the unexpected caress. She swallowed saliva, the warm tongue still exploring her shoulders and back, and each time the sensation was more and more pleasurable.

"No" she thought, afraid of herself, her body no longer actively fighting for survival, Miguel was on top of her, collecting drops of blood and sweat with his mouth and then, sealing his lips over the doctor's bare shoulder and leaving a light playful nibble.

"What... what are you doing?" asked (Y/N). The man didn't answer, leaving a trail of kisses down her back until his talons fastened on her hip, the talons went through the fabric of her skirt and grazed her thighs, but he didn't hurt her again; Miguel was just making sure she wasn't going to get away, kneeling with her legs in between his.

"Doctor..." he purred, flushed. Her body emitted an inciting, stupefying scent, and he was the only one in that world who could smell it, and for once, he felt that his unhappy misunderstanding with Alchemax brought him something positive. His teeth dug in again, near the waistband of her skirt, and (Y/N)'s shriek of fear aroused him.

He tugged at the skirt until it was torn, which took him mere seconds, the doctor was almost naked and under his control. His eyes examined her body, fascinated and hungry in more ways than one, and he smiled amused and mischievous at the black stockings she wore, tight above her hips.

"Do you know something, doctor...?" he said to her as he pulled (Y/N) to place her thighs over his "Actually... your visits made me so happy back in the cell. You were always so cordial, so kind... You were the only one here who didn't treat me like an animal" he added with a low growl, his fingers brushing (Y/N)'s legs with a certain tenderness. "Do you know what your mistake was? To think that, after everything I went through... there wouldn't be something beastly inside me."

The nylon ripped with barely a gesture of his hands, and Miguel watched, ecstatic, as the stockings opened, like little holes, revealing the firm, voluptuous flesh underneath. (Y/N) gasped and turned her head, still frightened.

"No, no, doctora, don't make that face" he repeated, smiling "I haven't decided to kill you yet... Why would I, now that I have this delicious..." he lifted (Y/N)'s hips towards his face "...hot..." the talons tore apart what was left of the stockings, uncovering the panties beneath "...and helpless body to satisfy me?"

He didn't bother to undress her, he thought it lovely to leave some at her disposal, and instead pulled the panties down enough to give his mouth access to the vagina that was already throbbing eagerly before he began to penetrate her with his tongue.

"Oh my God!" (Y/N) hid her face in her arms, moaning. Miguel was absorbed in his work, he slid his tongue between the lips, which received his caresses with their exquisite wetness that only ended up inflaming him, he used his knuckle to rub the clitoris and not cut her with his talon, and he even filled her ass and the hole in it with the same attentions, moved only by an instinct that dictated what he should do.

"Doctor, I sincerely hope you are under birth control" Miguel commented almost mockingly. (Y/N) tried to sit up, but there was no need, he was already turning her around, one hand on her waist and the other under her back, careful not to touch the scratches. The young woman's eyes were full of tears, but her flushed face and gasps indicated that she was enjoying it too.

"O'Hara..."

"Miguel, please."

"Miguel..." she murmured, and dared to reach out a hand to caress his cheek. It was an innocent touch, and the man found it so sweet that he chose to pounce and kiss her, all to keep the hunger his body felt from going out for mercy. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around him, riding his hardened member to rub herself against him, her moans dying between their intertwining tongues as Miguel took hold of her bra and unclasped it just to feel her lover's breasts against his chest.

"Lo siento, muñeca” he said, and before (Y/N) could ask him what was wrong, he bit her on the neck. This time it wasn't a friendly bite, and the young woman screamed in pain, two fangs sinking into her skin, Miguel held her to restrain her spasms and, a few seconds later, looked her in the eyes, a little chagrined "Easy, it was a low dose."

"Low... dose... of what...?"

Her tongue went numb, her head spun and she felt her body become like that of a rag doll, she was still conscious, but that was like sleep paralysis. Only the nightmare was... it wasn't exactly a nightmare.

"It's better this way, believe me."

Miguel placed her face down again, grabbed her by the legs and tugged at her panties. Without much parsimony he released his cock with a gasp of relief, and brushed the tip between (Y/N)'s pussy lips before thrusting into her, inch by inch. (Y/N) couldn't move on her own, but faint moans escaped her lips as her brain processed the bodily sensations with an intensity that seemed exaggerated; her inner walls struggling to make room for O'Hara's monstrous manhood, her swollen clit begging to be touched, the talons gently clawing at her ass and thighs as Miguel, seething, rammed her rhythmically, as if with each thrust he sought to go deeper.

"Carajo... doctora..." he growled, his hands falling to (Y/N)'s sides, bending over her head. Miguel had no prejudice, he gasped and moaned shamelessly in his lover's ear and devoted her a string of obscene words mixed with affectionate phrases "Your pussy is so hot, so soft... you are so beautiful... I wanted so much to fuck you since I saw you the first time... bite your pussy and suck your tits... fuck, I'll do it, I'll do it..."

He turned her on her back and continued to penetrate her as his mouth covered her breasts with kisses, sucks and licks, focusing especially on her nipples which he squeezed between his fingers just to hear her squeal.

"Like this… just like this, preciosa, keep it up..." he growled, and went faster and faster and more erratic "Shit!" he pulled out of her with a jerk, in time to ejaculate on her stomach. But that wasn't the end, Miguel went back on the attack and satisfied her with his mouth, watching her out of the corner of his eye to make sure he was on the right track. "Mine... mine... mine... this pussy is mine... (Y/N)" he spat "Cum... cum, preciosa, don't be afraid... please..."

It was like carrying out an order, (Y/N) was slowly coming out of the trance of the venom, just enough to be able to say a few words.

"T... there... I... am... going... to... I... am... gonna...!"

She screamed, unable to externalize her feeling in any other way, as her body was still partially paralyzed. It was like a small explosion, and the shockwave was such that her eyes filled with tears again during the seconds, which felt endless, before the orgasm finally died down.

Miguel's face reappeared from between her thighs, snickering. She flashed him a smile, the first good smile she'd ever seen on him.

"Don't be afraid, your body will get rid of the poison in a while more..." he cradled her in his arms, pleased with himself "I didn't mean to be so abrupt, I mean before this... you really are a good doctor, (Y/N)... You know, I don't feel angry anymore, not even a little bit..."

Even though she was still in a dazed mind, (Y/N) took note of that statement. Adrenaline, she thought, adrenaline was the key to O'Hara's aggressiveness...was it possible that a high-demand physical release could help him through the crises? And if that was true, then... it turned out that she had just found a delicious cure, she concluded, and her lips drew into a small smile.

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fezblr · 1 year

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WILDFLOWERS - ellie williams x fem!reader

synopsis: ellie’s out on patrol when dina reminds her that today is valentine’s day- so in an anxious haste, she rushes to find you the perfect gift. (spoiler alert; you only want her)

warnings: literally just tooth rotting fluff, ellie being insecure, reader being a sweetheart and tiny bit of typical canonical violence, angst if you squint

a/n: hello… i’m starting to write again bc i have inspo anyways here’s an ellie fic … i’m a little rusty so don’t scorn me in the notes okay bye

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“don’t tell me you seriously forgot!”

dina cackled at ellie’s gobsmacked expression. once her initial shock had faded she was left with an anxious expression. “dina! how was i supposed to know what day it even is? i could barely remember to wake up for this stupid patrol!”

dina’s laughter faded into a wide grin. “you better pull something together, and quick ellie. you’ve got atleast 10 more hours until valentine’s day is over.”

as dina rode on ahead, ellie sat atop shimmer wondering exactly what she could get you. in a post apocalyptic world, there wasn’t exactly a wide variety of gifts to select. she’d seen couples in old dvds wow each other with small fancy chocolates, large bouquets of red roses, candlelit dinners and expensive jewellery.

the closest thing she had to those was probably the crumpled yellow weeds she had stepped on when walking to meet dina this morning, an unscented candlestick collecting dust in her room and her bracelet which bore an evil eye. she let out a sigh. today her mission was to find the perfect gift; and she knew where to start.

as soon as she had returned from patrol, ellie made a beeline to joel’s small home, and rapidly knocked on the door. after five knocks a tired joel opened the door, confused and drowsy from sleep.

“ellie? what are you doing here at..” his gaze moved to his watch, “8:30am?” ellie shot him an apologetic smile, “sorry joel. this is urgent. i need your help with valentines gifts.” joel smirked. “valentines? didn’t take you for a romantic.” ellie rolled her eyes. “okay old man, you gonna help me or not?” joel grinned, “come on in.”

ellie left joel with a spring in her step and a new song to play on the guitar tonight. she next headed off to find maria; she had a feeling the older woman would have the answer she was looking for.

“ellie; women love flowers. i’ve always adored them.” “really?” she asked, her upper half resting on the bar. maria nodded, a smile etched upon her face. “do find some nice ones- wilted flowers make everything miserable.” ellie made a mental note to find some colourful intact flowers while on her mini mission today; preferably in a bright colour to bring some life to your shared, but rather dull home. with a nod and a quick thanks, she was out the door.

now with her newly obtained knowledge, and some slightly wilted wildflowers in hand, she returned home to find you gone; on your patrol with jesse for the afternoon. she began to set up before your return.

your patrol with jesse had been eventful. you’d run to a stalker, which you’d shot expertly right in the head. and to add onto victory, you and jesse had found an abandoned halloween store buried deep in the woods. so you’d of course collected multiple ghostface masks, not knowing or understanding the film reference but finding them equally as hilarious.

so when you walked in the door, wearing the ghost mask, prepared to scare an unsuspecting ellie, you were shocked to be met with an unusual sight. ellie had made dinner, which was placed on the table next to three candles she had lit. ellie emerged from the kitchen, her expression filled with stress, her brow drenched in sweat.

when she noticed you, she dropped the vase in her hands, filled with pastel yellow wildflowers.

“oh my god! fuck, fuck!” she scrambled to the ground, rushing to pick up the broken shards of glass. you quickly discarded the mask, dropping down to help.

“ellie.” she continued picking up the glass, as if she hadn’t heard a word you said. “ellie.” no response. “babe.”

ellie met your gaze, as she sighed in defeat. “dina told me this morning that it was valentine’s day. i’ve been running around all day trying to make this all perfect so we could have a little date- i tried cooking and almost set the kitchen on fire, i learnt a new song on guitar and then i dropped the flowers and i- i just couldn’t get it right.”

your expression dropped, your face filling with guilt as you took ellie’s hands in yours. “el, i dont need any big gestures. and you did an awesome job. i mean, no one’s ever cared enough about me to put in all this effort. all of this means so much to me.”

you pulled her up with one hand, gathering the flowers in the other. “here.” you grab a glass from the table, filling it with water and placing the flowers inside. “good as new.”

ellie wraps her arms around you, her face contorting into a soft smile. “you like them?” you tuck your head into her neck. “i love them.”

the embrace lasts a few minutes before you pull away. “wait! i got you something too.”

ellie looks confused as you grab your bag, but she grins as soon as she sees the object in your hands. “is that-?” “a new pocket knife! i found one today in the rubble at the halloween store. i thought you might like it.” ellie takes the blade in her hand, turning it over to observe it. “it’s perfect.”

she grins cheekily, “i might have to use it to slash the masked killer in my home.”

“haha. now come sit; i wanna hear that song.”

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why do people mischaracterize gojo so much?

spoiler alert ‼️

ofc he got some problems and ofc he isn’t a saint but comparing him to sukuna, naoya, kenjaku or mahito is MAD (i’m mostly talking about the „when he’s a red flag😍“ tiktoks) or calling him a womanizer because of some mistranslations. it annoys me so much.

he may be cocky and arrogant sometimes and ofc duh that man is the strongest but calling him straight up evil and narcissistic is too much for me.

gojo is the strongest but he can’t save everyone, if he could then he definitely would but he can’t man and calling him evil for that is mad.

and yeah he was a bit cold when people got murdered infront of him in shibuya but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care or that he’s evil. i think we all know that he doesn’t show his true emotions.

he’s a complex character who went through so much shit, he lost some of his friends, he lost his BESTIE geto (mans still ain’t over him btw), he has seen people dying because he couldn’t save them and much much more. and he doesn’t show it but he does CARE ‼️ he cares for his friends and students and he appreciates them all.

and tbh I don’t think he was ever „loved“ by anyone before he met geto. his friends and students respect and admire him but LOVE? nah. do yall think he was ever loved by his clan? by his parents? do yall think he got love when he was a child ? i mean the love a normal child needs to feel secure, valued and supported and not the „love“ „the strongest“ needs.

tbh I don’t think he got the healthy type of love and that shit is traumatizing even for the strongest.

gojo definitely had A LOT of pressure and responsibility being born into the gojo clan and because of his immense power (the six eyes, limitless) and that’s why he had to grow up so fast and maybe that’s why he acts so childish as a grown up (to heal his inner child).

and then the whole break up thing with geto happened 💀💀 geto turned evil and gojo didn’t even kill him after geto murdered over a 100 people including his own parents, gojo let him roam free killing more people for over a decade (that’s pretty loyal to me idk lmaooo) like that shit must have been sooo traumatizing for gojo.

like ofc he’s going to have some commitment issues after that and some people really out here calling him a player for that. i don’t see gojo with someone romantically because of his trust issues and his big responsibility as the strongest, but I also don’t see him as some playboy cheating on his partner. gojo isn’t built like that in my opinion.

and i don’t see him as a womanizer or him sleeping around because he is the type of person who needs to have a special bond to someone to do all of that, you know? am I the only one who feels like this or? lol

that man still calls his dead bestie his one and only and now imagine him with a partner?! 😭 listen, that man is LOYAL !! he cares deeply about protecting others, he’s intelligent, he’s lovely, HES A PRETTY AWESOME CHARACTER STOP MISCHARACTERIZING HIM lmaooo

i have so much more to say about him but not today.

sorry for the typos I wrote it too fast and english isn’t my first language 😭😭 sorry !!!

SPOILER ‼️‼️‼️‼️

and i know that man is probably dead but who cares, he’s alive in my head, it ain’t gojover yall !! ‼️‼️

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu satoru #jujutsu fanfic #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader

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