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kamig4mes · 18 days

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tokyo rev boys withhhh a s/o who has a workout addiction

Okay this is my first request! and we started sooo good hahaahah. I edited the request a bit to write a better pov, and I hope you still like it!

Thank u, anon (sorry for the wait pls), nd thank u all for reading, enjoy!

#pov: tokyo revengers boys with a s/o who has a workout addiction.

★ warnings: workout addiction, overthinking, established relationship, fluff, humor, neutral reader!

—mikey!

"Pretty, are you ready t-?" Mikey stopped the bite of dorayaki he was chewing upon seeing you. He wasn't hallucinating, he was sure of what he saw when he stopped his footsteps a few meters from you.

"Huh? Manjiro?" You looked at him strangely "Where is Draken?"

"I insisted that I wanted to pick you up this time" his response was brief, perplexed without being able to take his eyes off the boxing gloves "and this?"

"Uh.. training?" you said with a nervous smile gracing your face, feeling trapped by your boyfriend. Draken was supposed to have your back by coming to pick you up so Mikey wouldn't suspect your workout addiction "Are you mad with me?"

You thought your boyfriend disliked the idea of you training too much but you can't help it! You were so fascinated by exercise.

Meanwhile, Mikey noticed you were so excited training that day that it reminded him of his little self when he trained at his grandfather's house, smiling at the memories. He would undoubtedly go tell Shinichiro when she got home.

"Honey, how could I? If you're great at being you" his gentle smile ruined your heart "No matter what you do, my love for you won't change" you looked up at him in surprise, blinking as his arms wrapped around you in an unexpected hug.

You decided not to tell him anything because you were afraid for his reaction, but they were just your ideas. Come on, that man can't hate you for doing what you love, we're talking about Sano Manjiro, for God's love!

You smiled lovingly as your boyfriend gently pressed you against his chest. You reached up with your free hand and stroked his soft hair

"I do it too, baby and thanks.."

From that moment on, he would pick you up without fail of your workout, he would even stay to watch you train, always keeping an eye on you.

Sometimes she thinks it was too much routine for a normal person but he remembered how hard you kicked the punching bag the other day and he spared his opinion.

—draken!

To say that this big boy wasn’t surprised to find out that you’re even more athletic than he is to lie to us.

I knew you had a certain level of discipline but enough to have detailed lists of exercises, healthy drink recipes and breaks?

Yeah, you were definitely obsessed with staying fit and being strong.

"Baby, don’t you think this is too much?" he muttered, scowling as he watched you do abs "I can protect y-"

You interrupted "I don’t want to be a ransom symbol, love. Besides, it doesn’t hurt to have a partner to back your ass if you get in trouble, isn't it?"

The blonde seemed to think about it. The idea of having each other’s backs was attractive and very beneficial in the long run.

However, and even with so much muscle mass and stamina you gain, Draken won’t take his eye off you. He promised himself that he would always protect you and so it will be until the end.

—baji!

You weren’t weak at all, and Baji suspected it.

From the moment you met him, you accompanied him to his favorite gym to watch him train or just to keep him company, even more so when they started dating.

But on one of those days your deranged boyfriend challenged you to lift not so heavy weights (if you weren’t an ordinary person, of course).

"Tell me, don’t you think this princess can lift those things?"

"I just want to see what you’re capable of, baby" a flirty smile popped out of his lips when you started stretching your muscles.

That’s when your boyfriend’s jaw fell off when he saw you lift the weights without problems, overcoming the challenge in minutes. You laughed at his shocked face: Baji hoped you could do it, he had his suspicions about your obsession with exercise but he didn’t think you were so good!

After he calmed down, the next thing he did was brag to everyone (more than he already did), looking at you like a real beautiful crazy exercise machine.

"I KNEW IT! MY COUPLE IS FCKING AMAZING!" the guy squealed excitedly, some turning around because of the loud noise.

"Lower your voice, Keisuke! We're still in the gym" You laughed, feeling it lift you off the ground for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

"And why do you think I scream? I want everyone to know how amazing you are, baby"

The idea of having a real partner to practice with fascinated him, even more so if that person was you, his couple. And although sometimes he can be a brute who doesn't know how to differentiate between a man and a woman, with you she manages to make that exception. Just for you.

—chifuyu!

Your addiction to exercise for some reason went unnoticed by Chifuyu. You spent more hours than you should have in that room in your house that was meant for you to exercise freely, it was obvious from your physique that you trained.

But how did your boy find out? Like his friend with long black hair, he began to suspect those many hours a day in which he didn't know anything about you: a message, a call, even an emoticon! Nothing.

This is how he ends up emptying his doubts on Baji, who explains without complications that he already knew. Well, everyone knew them, except him. Of course your adorable boyfriend would run to question you.

"Is that true, baby?" He turns to look at you and you nod in response "why didn't you tell me anything?"

"You never asked, Fuyu" you just shrugged "Besides, everyone knows! It's very obvious"

He sighed, still unable to believe it "I couldn't have been so clueless… or yes?"

"What do you think"

After a few days, Chifuyu did manage to get over the shock, in fact he brings you drinks and fruits after each routine session while they talk about random topics.

—mitsuya!

From the beginning of the relationship, Mitsuya knew about your workout addiction. He would take you to the gym and pick you up to go together, while you told the other what you did during the day. He even asked to know your meal plan so he could prepare it for you.

He loves you very much, which is why he wants to protect you as much as possible despite knowing full well that you can handle your "obsession".

"That looks really heavy, baby, be careful" Mitsuya was using his half hour off to watch you do your thing at the gym.

"Baby, did you come to bring me lunch or tell me what to do?"

"I have to take care of you, honey"

Mitsuya will definitely not stop worrying that you might hurt yourself by overdoing your crazy routine but he can live with that.

—hakkai!

Surprising Hakkai was easy if you knew how to hide the surprise very well. So when he found out about you workout addiction, he initially refused to believe it.

I mean, how was it possible that his sweet and adorable couple could do 200 sit-ups and 100 push-ups a day? Or hold up some kind of weight?

His mind was not able to assimilate it. But that was the reality, he was still amazed as you prepared to warm up.

"Are you seriously doing all this, cutie?" He asked, full of surprise when he noticed that blackboard full of excessive numbers and positions at the back of you room.

"I already told you yes, babe, can you hand me the hand weight?"

Yes, maybe Hakkai will never get over it, much less that blackboard.

—takemichi!

Looking beyond your flashy addiction, for Takemichi to recognize that you were actively athletic was admirable and disappointing at the same time.

Don't get him wrong, he appreciated that you were really energetic and motivated but knowing that you were even stronger than him made him miserable. Or that's what he confessed to you the other day.

"I can't, baby.." said the blonde with his head down "I can never be as strong as you"

"Oh, of course you can, honey!" You squealed to encourage him, you knew your boy had potential. You just had to help him organize his messy thoughts "We can train together next time. I can help you with that"

"Would you do that for me?" His eyes lit up when he heard you, hugging you tightly when you nodded happily.

Over time, Takemichi learned to see you as a figure of inspiration, asking you to teach him any routine that suited his body and all the tips to stay fit and more skillful.

—kazutora!

The first time you mentioned your "hobby" to Kazutora was that afternoon when you asked him to come pick you up after his workout at the gym.

Thousands of doubts arose in his mind: Did you train? Did you go to boxing classes? He felt dizzy, how was it possible, if you were so fucking adorable! But seeing you punching that punching bag so fiercely after a round of exercises answered all of his doubts: his couple was an exercise addict.

"Tora, here!" When he managed to spot you in front of the gym entrance, he ran up to you. Smiling, you stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss.

"Why were you l-?" Suddenly, kazutora handed you a small bag containing a sports top "Mh? And that?"

"I got it for you, cutie" he smiled, kissing your forehead "You need it for your exercises, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I don't support you?"

You crossed your arms "Babe, did you buy it because I need it or because you want to see me use it?"

"I.. I won't answer that" You couldn't help but laugh at his blushing cheeks.

Kazutora managed to play you along as the love between the two grew, offering himself as a punching bag in exchange for closing the "training session" with kisses and lots of cuddles.

©2024 ／ ENJOY ♡ — OK, but I felt sooo canon baji’s reaction haha. And I'm sorry if there are some mistakes in the writing 💀 I still haven't perfected my englishhh. I'll be back soon with second part, wait for it 👀 Thank u for reading, babes!!

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demigoddessqueens · 2 months

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First of all I just wanted to thank you for letting me know your requests were open. It makes me so happy to see people still giving Ezio the love he deserves! I don’t usually go for a lot of the more cliche lover tropes but I can’t stop thinking of Childhood best friend Ezio x reader.

What comes to mind is reader and Ezio having a strained relationship prior to his family’s execution due to readers newfound romantic feelings for Ezio and his infatuation with Christina. But once Ezio’s world is flipped on its axis after the murder of his father and brothers that he would seek reader’s help and comfort as he escapes Florence and trains to become an assassin.

I think at first he would be too shaken up and focused on revenge but after a while he would come to realize that he likes the reader. Maybe he would confess then, or perhaps after he kills Uberto.

It’s up to you to decide how you want to write all of this and what format (if you choose this request at all). You definitely don’t have to use my ideas if you don’t want to either, honestly I’d just love to see any type of Ezio x childhood best friend reader content. Thank you so so much for opening requests and for reading this 💗

Speaking my language with the Ezio angst!!! I need moar 💕💔

MASTERLIST 10

You cared for Ezio so much and it hurts. Growing up close with the Auditores was filled with the happiest memories of you, Frederico, Ezio and Claudia together, welcoming Petruccio, but your feelings always ran different with Ezio.

It left you dismayed at the unrequited feelings, and you felt your heart shatter when you heard of his late escapades of getting chased out with Christina.

Yet nothing could prepare you for the tragedy that struck when you heard of what happened to Giovanni and his two sons, your closest friends. There wasn’t time to grieve as you would have liked now that targets were on you and your family’s back, and you had to leave much of what you knew behind.

Only you didn’t expect to see Ezio at the same place of refuge at the end of things. He mentions that he was able to send a final goodbye to his father (with the help of Christina) but you ignore the pangs at your heart. You mourn along with him at the loss of the life you once knew together.

Being friends of friends (or family) of Assassins come with the perks of protection, but nothing you know of is ever the same again. Getting adjusted to your new life leads to unexpectedly wielding a blade, despite the constant wounds

Still, Ezio is there to see you grow and change as you both reach your respective milestones well into adulthood.

When Leonardo comes to see you both, it’s a much needed reprieve you didn’t realize you needed. A sense of normalcy despite all the heartbreak, and you realize how much you miss Ezio’s smile whenever you laugh at each other’s jokes.

Things feel…different. Upheavals so young and facing through them together does bring you closer. You and Ezio talk of the nightmares, seeking revenge, but try not to forget the good times as well.

In his quest against those who wronged him and his family, Ezio still thinks of you. You bring a tether and one close to him who knows what he’s feeling, going through.

There was one time you swore you felt him kiss you when you fell asleep at one of the desks, but you never brought it up since

Still, you heard of the visits he had with Christina and you didn’t think it would still affect you but jealousy works in mysterious ways. The day he lost her was the day you saw something shift in him, beyond the grief and pain from before.

He’s more urgent, stringent on whenever you go on missions or gather intel, and always wants to be by your side. Even Claudia begins to notice the change in her brother

It starts to annoy you at first, Ezio always hovering around you and whenever another person (let alone man) talks to you

“Ezio, this has gone on far too long now! Why are you always hovering near me?!”

“BECAUSE I WONT LOSE ANOTHER! Not those I CARE about!”

Speechless.

You don’t have anything to retort, especially since he still has more to say

“I’ve lost more than enough in one lifetime, and I can’t lose you too. I care for you…maybe even more than that.”

You can only hug him for now, but come the next day there’s still more to say

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written-in-flowers · 1 year

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Toxic Revenge (AegonxReader)

Pairing: Aegon II x plussize!reader

Word Count: 5k

Genre: smut, just pure smut.

Tags: cheating from both sides, toxic revenge cheating, mentions of infidelity, cunnilingus, thigh worship, thigh job, breast play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, body worship, edging, aegon being a total perv and you’re into it lol

Summary: You’ve recently learned that rumors about your husband, Aemond’s, infidelity are true, and you’re not happy about it. So, rather than wallow in self-pity, to take a late night visit to his brother’s chambers.

A/N: got tired of reading cheating fics and the reader doing nothing about it. Lol, also in a super TGC brain rot and horny af lately. Enjoy.

Part 2: Nameday: The Picnic

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'It pains me to inform you of another matter, my lady, but it is something that weighs heavily on my mind. Prince Aemond has recently been spending his nights with a servant woman in the castle. He has become very enamored with her, favoring her counsel over those of Ser Criston and myself. Twas only last night I caught the prince abed with the woman, tangled like two young lovers-'

You stopped reading the letter. Ser Harrold meant no harm by informing you of your husband's possible infidelity. As a knight, he took vows of honor and nobility. You supposed he wrote this to take a burden of knowledge off his shoulders. You held the scroll in your hands, reading his report from the battlefield once more. A part of you hoped it wasn't true. The thought tore your heart to shreds. You wanted to fool yourself into believing Ser Harrold harbored affection for you, hence why he'd make up such a slanderous lie. But, further proof laid in Aemond letters. You’d stupidly written to him with Ser Harrold’s accusation. You’d hoped he’d clear up the misunderstanding, but he did not. He only confirmed them.

‘Yes, I’m afraid what Ser Harrold wrote to you is true. It pains me to write this to you. You have made a strong effort for our marriage, but I do not feel the same. I have tried to love you, Y/N. You are a witty, clever, honorable woman, and any man would be lucky to have you. I tried to find some semblance of love for you, and I have, but not in the way you’d hoped. I love Alys. She understands me. She cares for me in a way no other woman has-”

You pushed the memory from your mind. The tears stung in your throat every time you thought about it.

And it angered you.

This unfaithfulness shamed your family, his family, and you. Most importantly, you. You and Aemond did not know each other well. Your wedding happened days before he set off to fight in The Riverlands. Yet, you’d believed your short courtship to be pleasant; the beginning of a blossoming romance, you’d thought. When he arrived at Storm's End on Vhagar, intimidating and mysterious, you'd been the most eager of your sisters to wed him. You didn't mind his sapphire eye, his steely stare or soft spoken voice. You liked it. When he chose you out of your sisters, you bordered between anxiousness and excitement. You recalled your heart hammering in your chest when he first spoke to you. You both stood off to the side during a feast, talking low in shadows where you’d have privacy. Nothing inappropriate happened, but you’d hoped the close proximity and slight intimacy might arouse desire in him. He didn’t seem bothered that you weren't the prettiest of your sisters, nor the skinniest. You both talked cordially, and he even laughed at your dumb jokes. Things could have been nice. It could have been good. You’d be a fool to wish for a fairy tale romance, but you’d wanted a genuine connection, at the very least.

He didn't appear to feel the same.

You hurled the letter into the nearby fire, watching the parchment curl and blacken in the flames. Images of Aemond holding some sultry, seductive, petite, woman flashed through your mind. You saw him kissing her. You saw him declaring his love for her, and having children with her. She must be special if Aemond Targaryen forsake his wedding vows for her. Hot tears blurred your eyes. What is worse is that you will be blamed for his indiscretion. Everyone will point at you and say nasty things: you're not pretty enough to tempt him or you're not worthy enough to be bedded by a prince or you're barren and therefore useless to anyone. Your worth in the world is decided by men, and they'll decide that you are the problem. Visions of your father, disappointed and shaking his head crossed your mind. It made you weep harder. You couldn’t help hating the woman you saw in the mirror..

Because your wide hips, pudgy stomach, thick thighs and arms made you stand out from your sisters, who are all tall and slim. You knew it worked against you with suitors, and you’re often a joke at court, but you take it in stride. You don’t give the laughter any satisfaction, and you used your wits to get your revenge. Having handsome, strong, tall Prince Aemond on your arm made you feel special; you felt being his wife meant you weren’t so ugly after all. Yet, now reading that Aemond entangled himself with another woman, made you rethink that entire narrative. He’d picked you because your father constantly pushed you on him, and he needed an alliance with House Baratheon. At least if he was unfaithful, people wouldn’t question why.

Aemond is allowed to cavort around with however many women he likes. You, on the other hand, are not afforded the same privilege. Should the roles be reversed, you'd be vilified. You could not stand the unfairness. Aemond could have his fun, but not you? He was allowed to break his vows, but not you? When you’d been the dutiful wife, waiting for his return and to begin a true marriage? No. You won't let him get away with it. You'd show him. You'd show him that just because he doesn’t find you attractive doesn’t mean others don’t. And you knew exactly how to hurt that inflated ego of his.

"Ada," you called to your handmaiden, wiping your cheeks and standing straight, "Fetch me a bath. Sprinkle some jasmine in there. I do love the scent.”

Ada and another handmaiden briskly acquired a hot bath, the water smelling of fine jasmine flowers and soothing to your skin. You ran the same oil through your hair, letting it loose instead of in the usual braids. You’d remembered what Aegon told you about jasmine flowers. He’d told you, lips inches from your ear, that it made you smell divine. He’d lewdly noted the scent alone, and knowing it came from you, aroused him immediately. At the time, you’d scoffed, rolled your eyes, and walked away from him, but the words lingered in your mind. Aemond never said things like that to you. Not even on your wedding night, when he’d made his first attempt at bedding you.

Thinking on that night now, you understood why he had trouble getting it hard. It made you angrier. If he thought your body disgusting, he could have said it instead of lying and saying he’d drunk too much.

Aegon’s suggestive, highly inappropriate comments did not stop at your wedding feast. Whenever within close range of you, the new king felt compelled to engage with you. He’d look over you with lustful, seductive violet eyes, and whisper something obscene in your ear.

‘I’d give up my crown if it meant I could spend a night buried between those luscious thighs of yours.’

‘My bed is quite cold these days. You’re more than welcome to warm it for me. Naked, preferably.’

‘I swear The Maiden really does live in your sighs. Let me praise her by making you sigh with my tongue.’

The comments once made your skin crawl and your stomach lurch. You thought it was incredibly disrespectful of him to flirt with his brother’s wife. Yet, as time went on and then Aemond left, those words haunted you some nights. You did once imagine the licentious, depraved, silver-haired man ripping your dress and having his way with you. You once hoped he might give into those desires and take you like a desperate, feral demon. You used to feel guilty having these thoughts, considering these things, because you were married. You had a husband whom you liked, and wanted to be closer to. Aemond showed some interest in you, so you’d hoped to make things work between you both. Reading Ser Harrold’s letter, and reading Aemond’s, you realized that was all a lie.

During your bath you pictured Aemond. You saw him in bed now with that woman, caressing and kissing her while you waited for him here at home. Your blood boiled thinking about it. He might be buried inside her at this moment. He might be spilling his seed into her; the same seed he'd spilled into you on your wedding night. It didn't take root there, but that didn't matter. Not now. Not after what you're about to do.

Or rather who.

Your handmaidens dressed you in a nightgown of baby blue silk and sheer fabric. Its plunging neckline revealed some of your chest, and the silk belt cinched your waistline. The robe you wore covered most of you, but when left loosely tied, the opening gradually parted in every step. An outfit made for getting Aegon Targaryen's attention. You dismissed your handmaidens for the night, waiting for them to leave before lighting a candle. Holding it by the base, you carefully snuck out of your bed chambers and down the hall. After becoming King, Aegon moved into his father’s old bed chamber. You thought it might be disrespectful, considering the sickly king had died there, but Aegon did not mind. Perhaps in some way, he sees bedding whores in his father’s bed as a slight to him. You slowly walked through the hallways of the holdfast, not coming across a single soul until you reached Aegon’s bedroom door. Ser Erryck stood outside, manning his post stiffly in his white Kingsguard cloak and gold armor.

“Evening, Ser Erryck,” you said, “I’ve come to see His Grace. It’s an important matter.”

“Evening, my lady,” he bowed. “Forgive me, but The King requested not to be bothered after hours.”

“I understand, but I just received word from my husband, Prince Aemond, and it simply cannot wait until morning.”

“Yes, my lady.”

He opened the door to the chambers, and spoke into the room, “The Lady Y/N Targaryen, Your Grace.”

Aegon sat slumped in a chair by the fire, gazing into the flames and downing the last of his wine cup. He looked over to Ser Erryck first, about to scold him for interrupting, before his eyes landed on you. Violet eyes stared down your body, no doubt taking in the provocative outfit you’d chosen. He put his wine cup aside, and straightened up in his seat. Wearing a nightshirt, you could see the pale body underneath through the loose neckline. Aegon did not have his brother’s strong, lean body. He appeared softer in features and muscles. You liked it. You did not feel so inferior next to Aegon. Your cheeks burned when you spotted the intrigue growing in his eyes. Especially when your robe opened oh-so slightly to show the sheer fabric underneath.

“Thank you, Ser Erryck,” Aegon nodded, “You may go.”

“As you wish, My King.”

“Good evening, Your Grace,” you said softly as Ser Erryck closed the door. “I hope you have been well.”

“It’d been a rather dreary night until you appeared,” he said, allowing you to enter the room. "Wine?” he asked, nodding to the pitcher and wine glass next to him.

“No, thank you, Your Grace,” you shook your head, coming closer and standing in front of him. The light behind you caught in your gown, showing off the curves the robe hid. “I’m afraid wine is not the reason I’m here tonight.”

“Then what is the reason for this late visit?” he asked, turning his ring around on his pinky finger thoughtfully. His eyes left your face and scanned down your body again. “Has your husband written to you?”

“I’m afraid not,” you stepped closer, the robe opening completely once you reached him. “He’s fighting in The Riverlands. I doubt he has time for me these days.”

“What a shame that is,” he said, staring at the cleavage your dress revealed. “Were I him, I would’ve taken you with me. A beauty like you shouldn’t be out of her husband’s sight for too long. Who knows what might happen when he isn’t around?”

“Perhaps we should find out, Your Grace.”

You let the robe fall from your shoulders to the ground. Aegon’s jaw dropped. Aemond never gazed at you this way when you’d offered yourself to him. He merely nodded and bid you forward. Aegon stayed glued to your body. “What did he do?” he smirked knowingly.

“Your Grace?”

“Up until this moment you’ve spurned my advances,” he said, standing from his chair. “I’ve offered myself to you multiple times, and each time you rejected me. You’ve been quite adamant that you are a married woman who will remain faithful to your husband even outside of his presence. Despite my brother showing no interest in you beyond his marital duties, you’ve stayed faithful.” He approached you, eyes now meeting yours. “He must’ve done something to bring you here so late at night, nearly naked and mouth watering.”

You never expected him to question it. You’d imagined him simply diving into it, grabbing you and kissing you hungrily. Instead, he stood sneering with amusement in his eyes. Were his advances merely jests at your expense? Was it a humiliating mistake to come here? The Seven would punish you in such a way. You’re far from their favorite devotee. “Ser Harrold wrote to me,” you admitted, “And told me that Aemond has been bedding another woman. She’s a servant woman at Harrenhal. I didn’t want to believe it, but then I asked Aemond and he…”

“And so instead of simply taking it, you’ve come to his brother’s chambers in the middle of the night as some sort of revenge act?” he guessed. He snorted, “Baratheon pride really isn’t a myth, then.”

“I have been nothing but faithful to him,” you snapped. “I’ve tried connecting with him. I tried being the good wife who loves and cherishes her husband. I only expected him to at least respect our vows rather than forsake them for some bastard whore.” The words spewed from you quickly, and it was hard to contain them.

Aegon snorted at your sudden outburst. “I’m surprised,” he said, “I didn’t think my brother had it in him. Though, this might be the only time I’m disappointed in him.” He closed the gap to inches, his eyes looking over your features as he said, “If you were my wife, I’d never want another woman again.”

“Huh, that’s quite difficult to believe.”

“Alright, alright,” he admitted, “I’d probably ogle or mentally fondle other women, but I’d never bed them…” you gasped when he wrapped an arm around you, and pressed you to him. “Not when my wife is a soft, luscious, curved beauty created by The Maiden herself just for me. I’ll confess I’m quite jealous of Aemond,” he toyed with the belt at your waist, warm fingers brushing your skin. “While I was wallowing in grief up here, he was in your bed enjoying the best parts of you.”

“Wallowing in grief, Your Grace?” you laughed at his choice of words.

“Grieving over the fact I was married to my sister and not you.”

You knew it was all bedroom flattery. He most likely did not mean a word of it, but you didn’t care. “I imagine you miss her company greatly,” you said, remembering Queen Helaena and her tragic death.

“I do. We didn’t have much in common, but she was my sister,” he sighed. “But, the Gods might take things away from us…to only put even better things in our paths.”

“Such as?” you giggled.

“Taking my wife and bringing my sister-in-law into my arms instead.” He traced the neckline of your gown, and you shuddered. “I will warn you, my lady,” he whispered between you, leaning into you, “Once I’ve had you, I’m not going to stop. My mother claims I have a rather addictive personality.”

“I can see what she means,” you replied softly, meeting him in the middle, “But perhaps I should see it for myself?”

Aegon gave another grin before finally kissing you. The taste of strongwine filled your mouth, the freshness touching your tongue as he slid inside. Aemond usually kept it stiff and chaste. Aegon easily sunk into his desires, holding you by the hips and deeply kissing you. It wasn’t unenjoyable. You liked how his soft lips pecked yours in between deep kisses; how his breath dampened your skin and tongue batted with yours with passion. Not too sloppy or sticky. You could feel his desire for you behind every kiss. It was as if he were putting it to memory, in case you should pull away and change your mind. Your hands on his shoulders, you gripped them softly and felt around to the nape of his neck. He’d bathed tonight. You could smell it on him, and inhaled it all. Fingers sliding into his silver waves and curls, you gave the roots a light tug to encourage him further.

“To my bed,” he muttered, pink lips darker from the hungry kisses. “If I’m to bed you, it’ll be somewhere comfortable and spacious.”

“Spacious?”

“So I may have you however I like,” he replied, kissing you deeply once more.

Guiding you to the large bed beside the solar, he untied your belt and casted it aside. You lifted his night shirt off his body, revealing his nakedness underneath. As you’d imagined, his overindulgence in food and wine left Aegon softer than his hardworking brother. His muscles are not as defined as Aemond’s, yet you still saw them in the natural lines of his body. You liked it. Removing your nightgown in a fluid motion, he pushed you to the bed and gazed down at you. You looked away shyly for a moment. Nobody ever stared at you how Aegon did right now. Not even Aemond. With your husband, it was often in semi-darkness where he did not have to look at you. Aegon soaked in your figure in the dim lighting from the fireplace and from the open window nearby. You noticed his cock twitch between his legs, and felt your sex immediately pulse.

You jumped at the sudden touch of his hands on your knees, keeping them spread so you’re fully exposed to him. Feeling so vulnerable to your husband’s brother excited you more than worried you. Aegon stared down at your center, licking his lips, before looking up to your breasts. You gazed at him in return. You saw his torso, his narrow hips and soft thighs; his cock was bigger than you’d expected. You often joked he must have a small cock if he has to pay for sex, but it appeared the opposite. You bit your lower lip imagining it inside you. Aemond had a nice one too, definitely worth it, but he seemed to want it elsewhere instead of in you.

“Are you only going to stare?” you asked in a giggle.

“Forgive me,” he breathed, hands running down your thighs to your hips. He gave them a gentle squeeze that made you shudder. “I have longed for this moment for ages,” he said, “I want to savor every moment before the night is done.”

His hands left your thighs for your stomach, his body leaning forward as he felt up your body. He stopped at your breasts, and your clit throbbed again. You watched Aegon cup both breasts delicately, taking in their suppleness and hardening nipples. The pads of his thumbs rolled over the center of each nipple, causing you to shiver from the small spark of pleasure. His eyes locked with yours as he kissed one of them, pleased with your reaction he did the same to the other. Gripping one of them to pinch your nipple, he licked a small strip up the opposite side. The tip of his tongue slowly swirled around it before finally his lips sucking on it gently. The sensations traveled down your body to your center, which started to dampen from his touch. He repeated the action again, letting the flat of his tongue cup it before he sucked. He then kissed his way to the other side, doing the same there until you whimpered. His pinching fingers rolled your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He kissed all around your breasts. He occasionally nibbled on the flesh to hear you whimper from the action.

“Oh, those sweet little moans,” he mumbled, dotting kisses up your chest to your neck. He let his weight settle on top of you, his warm cock pressing to your pussy. “I could listen to you whimper and moan forever.”

“Aegon,” you gasped when he grinded his hips into you.

“Say my name again,” he whispered in your ear, “Say it just like that.”

He continued grinding into you, and you continued muttering his name. His shaft pressed against your soaked sex, using your juices to slicken himself. Aegon kept you close as he kissed you again. Mixtures of mumbles and moans filled the space in the bed. He continued groping your breasts and rubbing your nipples since you’d given away your pleasure at it. Aemond was nothing compared to this; he never pleasured you this way. He’d done the bare minimum to finish the job. Aegon spent ages kissing and caressing your body. Your excitement built up when he started going downwards. He did not skip over anything. He pressed his lips to the rolls of your stomach, and wide hips. He lingered at your inner thighs, biting and kissing each side as he continued smoothing his hands over you. Your arousal grew feeling his mouth move closer to your core. You’d never had anyone there before. Aemond only touched there. So, when Aegon briefly kissed the velvety folds of your sex, it was entirely unknown to you.

He was not hasty. Aegon kept the pace slow as he kissed up and down the slit of your opening. He let his tongue naturally spread the lips over time, simply sliding on them until your body let him in. You kept your grip on the bed as each lick made you want even more of him. Soon, Aegon spread your legs further apart, hands underneath your thighs and mouth cupping your hardened clit. You could feel exactly where his tongue was, sliding around the hood and underside in gentle swirls and flicks on your pussy. His growls and groans vibrated against you lightly, and you bit your bottom lip when he did it particularly hard. Your back arched up from the bed when he quickly lapped his tongue across your clit and had your eyes falling shut to soak in the sensations. He went deeper into your center as he poked his tongue inside you. You buried your hands into his hair to keep him there and let you grind into his face. Aegon did not protest, staying still to let you enjoy his tongue. Aemond was nothing like this. Not at all. You could become quite addicted to it.

“I’m going to guess my brother’s never tasted you before?” he could see him smirking as he rapidly swiped your pussy folds.

“No,” you breathed. “Not once.”

“What a shame,” he said, using his thumbs to spread your lips and attack your clit directly. “I’m certainly enjoying your sweet taste. I cannot get enough.” When you brought him back onto you, he chuckled, “And it seems you cannot either.”

“It feels so good.”

To be honest, you thought he’d be terrible. The quality of the sex had not entirely mattered to you; the act alone would’ve been enough for you. But, you were pleasantly surprised. Eventually, he went back up your body, his hand replacing his tongue and focusing on your wet pussy. He kissed you deeply once more, and you whimpered into it.

“I could do this all night,” he muttered, slipping two fingers against your entrance. Your hole fluttered at their touch as if it needed to be filled by them. “Should I, my lady? Should we lay here like this? My hand and mouth on your sweet cunt while you lay on the verge of an orgasm the rest of the evening?” He pressed the fingertips to your entrance once more, and let his thumb brush on your sensitive clit. “It’s a very tempting thought.”

“Aegon, please…”

“Please what?”

“Put them inside me,” you begged. You grind your hips to his hand, “Please, fill me and make me cum. Please.”

He groaned at your pleas, whirling his thumb and making you moan loudly. “Keep begging,” he grunted, continuing the torturous action. “I want to hear my brother’s gorgeous wife begging for me and my fingers.”

“Fuck, Aegon, enough with the games,” you pleaded. “You’ve always wanted me. Now you have me, and you won’t fuck me into your mattress?”

“Oh, I certainly will,” he kissed your nipple, adding to the pleasure burning in your loins. “But, I’m going to make you beg first.”

You whined feeling his fingers continue circling your pussy. You clung onto him as the teasing went further, gripping his shoulders until your nails dug into his skin. This only amused him. Aegon kissed you whenever you became too loud, and stopped his teasing whenever he sensed an orgasm. You worried he might actually do this the entire night; he might never let you finish or push his fingers inside you.

“Aegon, please,” you moaned, “Please, put them inside me. I want to cum all over them; I want you to do things to me that your brother could never do. I need it so badly. I’ve wanted it. Please.”

He chuckled, “That’s what I like to hear.”

“He doesn’t make me feel like this. He could never make me feel like this,” you whined. “Please, Aegon. Fuck me. Fuck me how you’ve promised every time you approached me.”

At this, he finally sunk his fingers inside you. Both middle and ring fingers slipped fully into you; his palm pressed up to your clit, pushing and tapping on it while he fingered you. It sent you into an entirely new wave of euphoria. You held onto him as his fingers found a spot that made you squeal into his shoulder. Soon, your entire body trembled and shook underneath him. Aegon withdrew his fingers right as your orgasm arrived, and quickly sheathed his cock all the way. Having him stretching and stuffing you so easily elevated your orgasm. Aegon did not start off slow. He was not gentle or soft, which you loved. Pinning your wrists to your chest, he slammed his hips into yours over and over as you rode out your climax. Your entire body constricted, and you became numb to every sensation around you.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” Aegon panted as you finally came down from your high. “Not at all.”

Despite the satisfaction, you wanted more. It’d been so long since anyone touched you at all, let alone like this. You scooted further up the bed so Aegon could kneel between your thighs. Lifting your legs to one shoulder and holding you by the knees, Aegon slipped his cock between your squished thighs. You moaned at the thick shaft sliding over your stimulated pussy steadily. It split open your folds once more and the thick vein underneath grazed your clitoris each time. The stickiness spread all over your inner thighs and made a faint squelching sound in every thrust. The obscene sounds aroused you further. Aegon showed his appreciation for your thighs by gripping and grabbing handfuls and holding onto them. His head fell backwards in pleasure, huffing and whimpering pathetically at his rutting. You purposefully squeezed your thighs around him, crossing your ankles over his shoulder to keep him locked inside them. Aegon reached forward to grope your breasts again. It was like a teenager humping a pillow.

“Do you only plan to stuff yourself between my thighs?” you chuckled breathily.

“I couldn’t resist the temptation,” he laughed in a moan. “I love them. I wish you’d walk around naked simply so I may see them whenever I please.”

“You’re The King, Your Grace,” you said in a sultry tone. “You’re allowed to see whatever it is you want to see.”

“And now I want to see your ass. Flip over. Now.”

You did as told, and rolled over. Ass up in the air, face in the messy tangle of sheets, you couldn’t help pushing your hips towards him. A sharp smack to one buttock made you yelp and then giggle from the naughtiness of it all. Aegon spanked your bottom a few more times as he slipped himself back inside you. Keeping you down to the bed with one hand, he smacked both sides of your ass and occasionally your pussy. The light stinging didn’t distract from your new flow of arousal at all. It added onto it. Once your bottom burned from the repeated smacks, Aegon shoved himself back into you. You both groaned in relief, your bodies finally connected again. Hands grabbing onto your hips, Aegon bottomed up into you over and over. His tip brushing your insides again made your eyes roll back. You never thought it’d be this good. You wanted him to keep going even if he stopped. This time, he started gradually though you wished he’d keep the same flow as before. He kept a gentle pace in every thrust, and it drove you nearly feral.

“Aegon,” you whimpered, pushing into his hips so your bodies smacked together, “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

“Fuck you, eh?” he chuckled, planting himself firmly behind you as he said it. Soon, he began pounding you, making your body jiggle and ripple in every thrust. “Is this what you want? Huh? Is that how you want it?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

You were positive that poor Ser Erryck must hear you from outside. Good. You wanted him to hear it, so then he tells everyone what he heard. Aegon kept the fast pace for as long as his body allowed, occasionally stopping for a breath before continuing. You never wanted him to stop. Soon, your next climax came burning hot inside you. It shot up through you, squeezing your eyes tight and clenching your jaw as you grunted.

Hearing Aegon’s heavy breaths, his sporadic thrusting told you he was near. You helped him ride through it by bouncing in time with him. Despite the burning in your thighs, knees, and arms, you kept going until you felt him grip you tighter than before. Hot cum shot over your walls as Aegon finally finished within you. He kept himself buried to the hilt, whining and whimpering your name. The logical side of you knew this was wrong, but the pleasure outweighed sense.

Aegon rested on top of you, arms around your waist and lips pecking your shoulder. You both laid there for a moment to collect yourselves before Aegon slid off you. In the glow of your orgasm, you couldn’t find it in you to feel any shame. You turned your head to see Aegon beside you. Sweaty, panting, with flushed cheeks, it was an image you could get used to. He felt you staring at him, and looked over at you.

“Is it what you hoped for?” you asked him.

“So much more than what I hoped for,” he laughed in a breath. “So much more. My brother is a lucky man.”

“If he cared about that, anyways.”

“Well, if my brother won’t satisfy his wife,” Aegon rolled onto his side and pecked your lips, “It looks like I’ll have to step in for him.”

“I certainly don't object to it.”

He smiled and kissed you once more. You stayed in Aegon’s bed that night. You knew word will carry around the keep eventually, and you hoped it did. People knew about Aemond and his servant woman. People will know about you and The King. You hoped Aemond heard about it, and was as hurt by it as you’d been. He cannot shame you and not expect you to do anything about it.

You rested in Aegon’s arms with the knowledge that at least someone desires you, even if it is Aegon.

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii x you #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii x yn #house of the dragon #hotd drabbles #hotd fanfiction #hotd smut #hotd fanfic #tom glynn carney

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queencherryberry · 11 months

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So….I lied. I smoked the whole day and couldn’t resist writing chapter 6. And…uh…buckle up.

Tags: @alyyaanna @alyanamrossi @crossrhodez @mylittlepartofthegalaxy @freegardenbanananeck and anyone else who wants tagged.

Warning: implied violence, revenge, argument between reader and randy, implied sub space for reader, slight kink shaming

Chapter 6 of Brothers Best Friend

Cody let out a small chuckle rubbing your back as you clung to him still sobbing. He picked you up and took you to the bathroom and sat you on the toilet while he ran you guys a bath. You reached out to him doing grabby hands and he walked over while the tub filled up. You wrapped your arms around his waist and put your head on his abs. You just wanted some type of close contact with him. He stroked your hair as you started to calm down. For as long as he had known you, he knew physical touch was your love language. And he was prepared for how clingy you were about to become. To say he was excited for it was an understatement. When the water was sufficiently full enough he sunk into the water. You got in and sat in front of him. Your back rested against his chest and laid your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. Cody wrapped his arms around you in a hug and rested his face by your neck. You both sat in the bath in silence enjoying each others’ presence. “I love you too baby girl.” He mumbled into your skin. He was met with light snoring from you. You hadn’t realized how exhausted you were until now so dozing off wasn’t a surprise to cody. He only smiled. He placed a kiss to the side of your forehead. He held you with one arm and reached over to drain the tub with his free hand.

After drying you both off he carried you to bed where you could get some actual sleep. He was even nice enough to put in some makeshift pj’s. He used one of his shirts and hoodies and he put your sweatpants back on you. “I’ll be right back to cuddle. I still have to go clean up breakfast since it’s almost 2pm. That and I still have to get some online school work done. Rest well.” He whispered to you stroking your hair. He kissed your forehead and put his shorts back on. He heard your phone go off. He picked it up to see who it was. He furrowed his brow and walked out of the room still holding her phone. He opened the text messages. ‘Hey lil’ mama, where you at? I didn’t see you at school today. You good? You still mad about Lexi? I told you we just friends. It’s not like that. I don’t know what you think is happening, but nothing is happening. Can we talk about this? Say dinner at 7?’ Before Cody could answer another text popped up from your best friend Brandi. ‘I know you probably don’t think about him like this but how big do you think Cody’s dick is? Like do you think he’s packing? Ask your brother if Cody’s single. Or better yet next time you see him give him my number chica’ cody smirked to himself. He kept this information on the back burner. He went back to jeys text and just simply sent a dick pic. ‘Fuck off dickwad. She’s mine now.’ He then blocked Jey and erased your conversation with Jey. He then texted Brandi his number. He saw an unread message from Randy. ‘Kim’s staying for awhile. Grab what shit you want and stay out of the house for about a week or so. I’m pretty sure rhodes wouldn’t mind the company. Just try to cock block him when he brings girls home. Tell him it’s a gift from me.’ Cody set her phone down and tried not to laugh. “This mother fucker…” he said to himself. He sighed and went to the sink to start doing dishes. After 15 minutes he pulled out his laptop and started work on homework and looking through class notes. His phone buzzed. He looked and saw he had a DM for $500. He opened it, piquing his interest. The note attached to it read: ‘next tinder bitch please whip.’ He set his phone down and sighed. He debated his options. He looked over at you sleeping peacefully. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his desk chair. There was something he was forgetting but he couldn’t remember what it was. He shrugged and closed his laptop and crawled into bed with you.

About three hours later there was angry pounding on his door. “Rhodes open the fuck up. I’m going to fucking kill you.” Cody shot up in a panic. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t scared to open his door. You awoke too and got up. Cody tried stopping you but it was useless. You flung open the door to stare face to face with your brother. “Fuck off randal! I’m trying to fucking sleep. And if you dare lay a hand on him, I, PERSONALLY WILL RIP YOUR BALLS OFF AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR THROAT!!” You screamed at your brother. Randy’s face got redder when he saw the marks on your neck as well as the hickeys that littered your neck. “The fuck you’d do to my sister you little shit!?” Randy yelled. Before either man could blink, you gave your brother a low blow by kneeing him. You then slammed the door in his face and marched back to the bed and grabbed your blanket and curled up to Cody who still sat up shocked. He blinked a few times before laying back down. He just stared at you. He had a confused boner. He wasn’t sure if he was scared or turned on but he wasn’t going to speak on it. You grabbed his arm and dropped it over yourself aggressively. You curled up to his chest. You then moved around so you guys were spooning.

After about another 2 hours you woke up and Cody was missing. You sprang up and started looking for him. You wondered if Randy was still around. You heard laughing and it was coming from down stairs. You crept downstairs where you found your brother and Cody playing Call of Duty. Both men looked over at you creeping down the stairs. “Bout time you woke up miss priss. Thanks for the injured balls bitch.” Randy said starting another round of the game. Cody had a black eye when he looked at you. You continued down the stairs confused. You walked over and saw they were also smoking. You grabbed Randy’s cartridge and took a hit from it. “What? Not gonna sit by your boy toy? Codes told me everything. At least he’s a better candidate than fuck boy Jey.” Randy said. You got up and walked over to Cody and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your face in his neck. He rubbed your arm and then went back to playing the game. You sat down next to Cody and put your head in lap. You chewed on your sleeve as you watched them play.

You soon felt Randy get up to leave. You didn’t know how long you were asleep. Cody stroked your hair and switched to a different game. He hit off his mod and leaned back into the couch. With one hand he combed through your messy hair. He thought you looked like an angel as you slept in his lap. He smiled to himself. He wasn’t playing his game for very long. He set the controller down and stretched. He looked at the time. “Sweetheart. Wake up. What do you want to eat?” He said, shaking you lightly awake. You yawned and stretched. You rubbed your eyes while stretching. You looked up at him and reached up to cup his face. You rubbed under his eye and frowned. “Randals a dick. This looks like it hurts.” You sat up still holding his face. He kissed your hand and held it in his. He looked at you sweetly. “Did you know Randy had a bet with Kim on when this would happen?” He said killing the mood. You smacked your forehead in irritation. “Are you shitting me? That dick!”

#wwe #cody rhodes #bookshelf #jey uso #randy orton #cody rhodes x reader #brothers best friend

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lilisouless · 6 months

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continuation of this this

Wylan: so...among those completely fictional and original from you characters...aren't there two guys in a relationship...?

Nina: oh yes, i wrote : Julian and Walter were there too

Wylan: ...thats it? "were there"? Everyone else gets flowery descriptions that go forever and we...i mean, Julian and Walter, gets "just THERE"?

Nina: calm down, Jesper saw my writing first and he gave me the same advice so i let him wrote their introduction scene: Julian was there, the moon jealous of his brigthness, teeth so white like the purity of his soul,like a classic statue coming to life and fill the world with his incredible charm so it could keep spinning...and Walter Weaselface was there playing the trumphet

Wylan: you kidding me?!

Jesper: what? i gave him a name and a trumphet, i fleshed him out

Nina: He even added a picture of Weaselface!

Wylan: thats just a doodle of me with weasel ears

Jesper: well, if thats how you see yourself its not my fault

Wylan: Nina...i want to help you with the book too, let me dictate you a paragrah

Jesper: don't do it Nina, he is wearing his revenge face

Wylan: i am not, i really want to help Nina to be sucessfull

(Two months later)

Nina: Wylan you are brilliant! I published your paragrah as a preview and everyone adores the description of this character. "Hair as red as oranges that you could almost smell them and remind you of home. Abs so well chiseled you could wash socks on them" is like the best mix of sensitivity and sensuality readers love!

Jesper: chiseled abs? you got carried away with that, didn't you?

Nina: the people who read that already has fanart of this character! some many people already have a huge crush on him, they said he may become the next literary sex symbol. Look, i have some of the fanart, Wylan´s descriptions of his face were so detailed the drawings are identical to the real person, just shirtless

Wylan runs out of the room

Jesper: pff, he doesn't want to face the consequences of his actions, give me one; I´´ll hang it in our bedroom

Nina: i already framed one for you

Jesper: its....oh...son of....

Inej: oh look, the fanart of Nina´s character looks identical to Jesper´s fathe-

Jesper standing up : WYLAN WHEN I CATCH YOU!

#shitpost #grishaverse shitpost #soc shitpost #netflix shadow and bone #six of crows #leigh bardugo #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #nina zenik #grishaverse #crooked kingdom

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months

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OOO what about a Dark Fey reader like Maleficent? that was being hunted down by a dangerous group of cryptid hunters, and had a broken wing n wounded by iron bullets but kept running.

And the Creeps found them took em in. and since ferfolk cannot lie,.. caught them off guard with a question on how they felt about that creep 😉

I expect to see Slenderman!👁👁 and another ig👍plz

idk I rarely see Supernatural like readers, it's a little disappointing imo. I love powerful self-inserts ok?

Slenderman with a Fey!S/o

UWAAAA I'm sorry for taking so long to get to this !! I've kinda been sucked up in a bunch of irl stuff !! (Nothing serious, just me working on things)!!

Admittedly I have never watched maleficent; so I'll solely be going off the info given in this ask I hope that's alright ☝️😔 and I apologize in advance if it's no good 😭💔

As you specifically brought up slenderman, he's gonna be our star today!! I was originally going to do the full list of characters but my brain js

A raisin

Also also!! I totally get what you mean ab the shortage of supernatural readers!!! Not just in the creepypasta fandom; but really any fandom! Let the insert have powers, let them be super strong, ect ect !!

You'd stumble into him after trying to hide and take shelter in his woods

Normally, he'd take down any trespassers after stalking them for a bit; but he was just too curious about you to make that the case

I dont know, I always think of slenderman to carry that kind of curiosity about the world and other creatures; I feel like that makes him more interesting than the fandoms standard "stern and oddly fatherly" take... also I just live the idea of curious cryptids!!

Moving on

He'd help patch you up with the resources in the forest; I've seen mixed opinions on whether or not slenderman has weird healing powers but personally; I think he has regen abilities that can only be applied to himself! Unrelated to the ask I know, but a quick little fun aside and little bonding point for him and s/o if they have the same deal going on

As for shelter? I'm personally still on the fence on if I wanna make the manor thing a part of my personal universe and hc that I write for these silly lads; but rn I've settled for a version of it! Not as grand or tidy as the old fandom hyped it up to be; it's a lil smaller and kinda... run down

Still livable, though, and you're more than welcome inside if you need somewhere to stay

Granted, I'm not entirely sure how the topic of romance would be brought up with him, but let's say he picks up on some behavior from you that makes him start putting together a picture

Bro has zero rizz I'm sorry

Regardless, he eventually asks the question; and as the rules go, you're kinda forced to tell him how you feel

I think regardless of if he reciprocates or expected your answer, he'd be surprised

I mean how many people are out here flirting with a forest monster, to their face

I think it could work, honestly! The relationship I mean!! I wish i had more hcs since this is such a fun idea, but I genuinely dont know much about fairy stuff and all the lore regarding them

But onto some more side hcs/little ideas to make up for the lack of stuff !!

If you need comfort, about the whole being hunted thing, slenderman is a good listener; and he understands what it's like, bro probably has to deal with people trying to get a look at him all the time. He gets it

Want revenge on them? Well if the hunters followed you into the woods they probably wont last long anyways; despite the whole curiosity thing he can be... rather territorial

Day to day life with slenderman is interesting as is, but with a fellow non-human companion? Shenanigans will likely ensue

What kind? Cant say, due to my lack of knowledge 😔☝️

Too injured to move around on your own? If you need to go somewhere slenderman will either fetch it for you, or just carry you to where you gotta go

Also he totally wont make it habit; even before the romantic relationship is fully formed

It just activates his neurons 😔

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #slenderman x reader #slenderman imagine #slenderman headcanons #creepypasta slenderman #slenderman

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crusty-chronicles · 6 months

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hii! after reading ur moon and son halloween special, it got me thinking ab kurapika and yn. if its not too much to ask, could you do a small special where kurapika figures out why yn hates their clan? it could be a drabble, short chapter, hcs, whatever youd like to write, i was js super curious for what kurapikas reaction would be

love ur writing 🩷🩵

I'm gonna start this off with a minor spoiler warning for the end chapters of Moon and Sun. Nothing too big so don't worry.

Okay, we Good? There's only four people who really know about what happened with Y/n and their clan. Gon, Killua, Kite, and Ging. The first three are for obvious reasons. Now the only reason Ging knows is because he's got a part to play in future chapters, which I will not be disclosing at this time. That being said, what Kurapika knows/ learns about is a very watered down version of events. Below is a oneshot of how he finds out and reacts.

The Difference Between You and I

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It was ironic, really, when you looked back on what happened a few days ago. You didn't think you had it in you anymore to dislike someone so much. Especially since he was one of the boys' closest friends.

You wanted your first meeting to be friendly, even if a part of you was still bitter he hadn't bothered to see Gon at the hospital. You'd hoped to get along with him as well as you did with Leorio.

But opposites attract you suppose.

The two of them couldn't have been any more different from each other. Leorio was a stubborn loudmouth depending on who he interacted with. Acting purely on impulse most of the time. Yet despite that, he had a heart of gold from what you could tell.

Treating Gon and Killua with as much care as you did. Wanting to be a doctor in order to help those who couldn't afford proper medical care. Hell, he was even currently helping you with your ‘condition.’

Kurapika, on the other hand, was quiet and reserved. At least from what the boys had told you. Though you noticed he also seemed distant. Rarely ever picking up his phone and even rarer were the times he'd actually show up in person.

But you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

If the boys loved him, how bad could he really be?

And if Leorio was dating him, then surely he had some redeeming qualities.

Well turns out fate had a funny way of playing things out. Irony at its best.

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You'd arrived in York New about the same time as the boys. Having come for your ‘usual’ checkup. Something you blamed on that damn cat along with yourself.

You'd agreed beforehand to meet up right after for lunch. The three of you communicating through a small group chat. Although you were still struggling with the newer technology. Not yet used to actually having a phone. But you digress.

It was during Leorio's final evaluation that you were made aware of the blonde’s presence.

“You getting anything?” He asked.

You shook your head, unable to focus your eyes. Six months and your nen was still shot. What a pain.

“Don't push yourself. Remember, we still have a few treatments to test out. You're not out of luck just yet.”

“I know. I just kinda want the process to be over already, you know? Get things back to normal.” Well, as normal as you could be.

Leorio was about to respond before a ‘ding’ from his phone went off. He gave an apologetic look as he checked what it was.

Although he knew you didn't mind, he still wanted to be professional. This was his job and he took pride in it. Despite his nonchalant demeanor.

“Woah! Kurapika's in town!”

“Kurapika?” The one who usually ignores all his calls? The one who put revenge before his dying friend? But you thought better than to say that out loud. Instead you settled on-

“He's…blonde, right?”

Leorio looked up at you with a bewildered expression. Out of all the things you could say, it was that. It was almost enough to make him laugh.

“Yes? You know, you've got an odd way of remembering people.”

“But I'm not wrong, am I? You gonna see him after this?” You asked with a teasing smirk.

“Yeah. It's been a while. I think the boys would be happy to see him too.” He gestured to the three kids that sat waiting outside of your room.

Two of which were now excitedly staring at their phones. The third sleeping contently on her brother's shoulder.

“You should meet him too.” Leorio suggested.

And although you appreciated the offer, it didn't feel right for you to tag along. You didn't want things to potentially be awkward. Plus, you weren't the best with new people.

“I don't wanna intrude. I'd rather the four of you catch up. Like old times. Well maybe not the four of you if Alluka has anything to say about it.” Already knowing the small girl went everywhere Killua did.

“You'd really do that. I know it's been months since you spent time with the boys.”

“Yeah but it's been a year since they even heard from Kurapika. Besides, I'll meet him when I pick the boys up. I'm here for three more days after all. And then~you and Kurapika could spend some time by yourselves.”

His face flushed a bright red at the insinuation. Playfully shoving your head to the side.

“About time you paid me back for all the times I watched the boys for you.”

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The two of you finished up, with Leorio briefly leaving to request his break. The kids wasted no time rushing you once you exited the room.

“Any luck this time?” Gon asked.

“Sadly, no. But there's always next time, right?” You tried to reassure. But he didn't look all that convinced.

“If it doesn't work out, you know you can always ask Nanika to-” Killua started to offer, but you stopped him before he could finish.

“It's fine if I can't get it back. I'll just have to get used to being a normie. Unless, you've got a problem with normies?” Your tone was teasing as you ruffled the small assassin's hair.

Your attention was redirected towards a pull on your sleeve.

“I don't mind helping Big Sib,” Alluka assured.

“I mind. I'll be okay so don't worry about it…In other news, I heard one of your friends just got here.” You quickly changed the subject. Not wanting to bring down the mood. You wanted today to be a good day.

And judging by the way both boys beamed up at you, it would be.

“Yeah! Kurapika's gonna be here for a few days! I hope you don't mind if he comes with us today.” Gon explained.

You could never really say no to that kid, even if you had already planned to give the duo space today. You returned his cheerful grin with one of your own.

“Course not. To be honest, I was gonna let the four of you reconnect in peace.”

“Peace? You make it sound like we're embarrassed of you,” Killua mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I said, ‘Four of us? What about my sister?’” he quickly covered. Though he could tell you heard what he said first. But you'd let him off the hook this time.

For now.

“Why don't I take her shopping while you guys catch up?”

“Shopping? You can afford that now?” His tone was playful, but there was a genuine hint of concern somewhere in there.

“Hey!” You scolded, about to come up with a retort before Gon stepped in.

“Yeah! They're working with Kite and his team. It's why they travel so much now.”

At the mention of the former silver haired hunter, Killua's expression soured.

“Sibling stealer.”

At that, you pinched his cheek.

“Har har. You mad at him because we're dating now or because Alluka occasionally calls him dad?”

He covered his ears, face slightly red from embarrassment as he tugged Gon away. Not bothering to wait for Leorio.

“We’re leaving now! Have her back by six!”

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Safe to say, they were overjoyed to see Kurapika again. Both boys eagerly questioning him about his new Zodiac status, while Leorio reminded them not to overwhelm him with questions.

Kurapika was glad to back, if only for a brief moment. He truly did miss them, but his mission always came first. He'd already made tremendous progress recovering his clan’s eyes. His new Zodiac status aiding in his endeavors.

But through pursuing his goal, he'd evidently missed out on a lot with his friends and partner.

The boys were 13 going on 14 now. Gon had achieved his own goal and met Ging. Traveling with him up until a month ago.

Killua had managed to finally get away from his family, bringing his little sister with him. The two of them also traveling around. Which begs the question, where was she currently?

Leorio had become a doctor, having just been promoted to a zodiac after the election. Which Kurapika did watch, very much proud of how far he got.

Yes, so much had changed.

He supposed it was bittersweet in a way. The three of them already shooting for a new goal while he was still trying to complete his.

But he truly was grateful for the time he spent with them today. That he was still considered important to them despite his distance. He made a mental note to try harder once he left.

It wasn't before very long that Leorio had to return to work. His break over too soon for the blonde's liking.

So with a smooch on his cheek and a ‘ewww!’ from the boys, Leorio was off. Leaving Kurapika with the duo.

Now while you were aware of Kurapika, he had no idea of your existence until the boys mentioned you in passing.

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A desert of some kind sat in front of them.

“Y/n would for sure love this. Do you think we should take them some?” Killua asked, the question directed towards Gon.

“They’ll be upset if we don't. And you know what that means.” Gon responded.

“They won't carry us for a week. You think we're getting too old for that?” But before their conversation could continue, Kurapika spoke up. Curious about the new name they mentioned.

“Y/n?”

Both boys looked up at him surprised before remembering the two of you had never met.

“Y/n’s the person that’s been taking care of us since Greed Island. They're our big sibling,” Gon proudly announced while Killua nodded along.

You seemed to be very close to them.

“Right now they're with Alluka. They wanted to give the four of us a chance to catch up.” Killua added.

That explained why his sister wasn't here. And if Killua trusted you with her, then you must've been reliable too.

A good person.

“Tell me more about them.”

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Truthfully, all odds pointed at the two of you getting along. You were cut from the same cloth, so to speak. Both coming from strong clans. Both losing them during your childhood.

Your lazy demeanor would have paired nicely with his quiet one. You always were more comfortable around less energetic people.

His analytical skills were on par with yours. A strong head on both of your shoulders.

Even if you were still upset with Kurapika, the two boys knew you'd get along with him in time. Sure you'd probably chew him out for not answering his phone, but you'd warm up to him nevertheless.

So what was it exactly that put you at odds with each other?

The catalyst that sparked endless animosity between you?

Well, it just so happened to be the subject of your clan that started it.

It was an accident, truly. Gon didn't mean for it to slip out. He just got so excited telling Kurapika about you that he forgot some details weren't meant to be shared.

“You know, I'm kinda glad Nanika erased their memories. Y/n is a lot happier now that they're clan isn't looking for them anymore. They weren't good people to begin with so don't feel too bad about it.”

Gon had been explaining before slapping a hand over his mouth. Him and Killua looking at each other with wide eyes. Gazes briefly glancing over towards Kurapika for his reaction.

They knew he could be touchy with the subject. Watching him carefully to see if his eyes changed. Instead, they were met with a suspicious stare. Not exactly positive, but not really negative either.

“What do mean their clan isn't looking for them anymore? Did something happen between them?”

Because Kurapika, for the life of him, couldn't fathom a family giving up on one of their own. But the subject wasn't as black and white as he suspected.

“We're not really supposed to say. It's not like they told us not to tell anyone, but it's their privacy. You know?” Gon informed.

Not only was it your business, but it was also something you trusted the two of them with. And he was the last person who should be spilling your secrets.

The two boys once again eyed each other. You wouldn't be mad if they told Kurapika. So long as he didn't bring it up directly to you.

Besides, the chain user would just ask you in person if he didn't get an answer. He was direct by nature. Something you would respect, but not if it concerned your ‘family.’

So what was the worse outcome?

They say nothing and Kurapika asks you directly about it. Or he finds out another way.

The second option: they partially explain the situation. Not getting into too much detail, but enough to satisfy their friend’s curiosity.

“If it's not something you want to discuss, then I won't-” but Killua stopped him from finishing his sentence.

“If we tell you, you have to promise you won't say we told you anything. Got it?”

It wasn't that they were wary of their friend, god no. They just didn't want the two of you butting heads in the future.

Kurapika gave a small nod.

“Y/n doesn't get along well with their clan. They haven't since they were a little kid. They just don't feel comfortable or safe around them anymore.” Gon started.

“Why?”

“They sorta had a disagreement with them. And that's putting it very lightly. An argument about how things were being done. And how their practices were wrong. That's all we can really say.” Killua continued.

The rest would have to come directly from you. If you ever got around to trusting Kurapika. Something that sadly wouldn't come to fruition.

“So they're estranged from their clan because of a disagreement?” And for whatever reason, that made Kurapika upset.

Your clan was alive and healthy. They'd been looking for you. And here you were being petty. Avoiding them because of it.

When all his people were slaughtered like nothing. Never even having the chance to say goodbye.

He wanted to think there was more to it. That there was something big the boys weren't telling him. And there was, but he'd never get to learn about what it was.

How similar your grief was to his with him losing Pairo and you losing Kari.

The rest of the afternoon felt tense. Kurapika tried not to show his discomfort, but both boys could tell anyways. Seems the two of you wouldn't get along after all.

It was only a matter of time before you went to get them. Alluka trailing happily behind you with an ice cream cone as you struggled with her bags. Most of which were toys.

Both boys quickly grabbed a few from you to lighten the load. Your eyes drifting over to the blonde behind them.

So that was Kurapika.

“Alluka! You can't just make them carry everything. Next time help.” Killua scolded.

Said girl, looked up at her big brother with a pout.

“I did. Mama/Papa said no.”

Her answer prompted a small glare from him. This time directed at you.

“You have her spoiled.”

“You’re just jealous I don't baby you anymore.” You retorted.

“I think it's because Alluka's a girl.” Gon added as he took another bag from you.

“She's not just a girl. She's a princess!” You lightly pinched her cheeks, causing her to let out a squeal.

You looked up to see their blonde friend standing awkwardly away. Perhaps not wanting to interrupt the four of you.

“You gonna introduce me to your friend?”

At the sound of your voice he straightened up. Both boys urging you towards him.

“Y/n, this is Kurapika. Kurapika, Y/n.”

It was a brief introduction. Well, you supposed it was time for you to plaster on a smile and try to befriend him. Hopefully things would go well.

“Hi. So you're the infamous Kurapika? Glad you could make a special guest appearance today. I hope the boys weren't too much.”

You extended your hand in greeting. Wishing you could focus your eyes on him to get a proper read of what he was feeling. He reciprocated your handshake with less enthusiasm than you were expecting.

To be fair, he probably just found out about you.

“Likewise. It's a pleasure to meet the person who they've been talking my ear off about for the last two hours. Apologies for interrupting your time together.”

He was surprisingly polite. Honestly, you were expecting him to be somewhat rowdy like the rest of their friends. Not that you minded.

You needed another levelheaded friend to talk to. And if you were correct, he was about two years younger than you.

But then things quickly started going downhill.

“My intel tells me you come from a clan like me? Do I have that right?” He asked, unawares that was not the right thing to say. Despite his intention to strike up a friendly conversation.

“Intel?” Your tone was panicked.

The mere mention of your past life enough to make you spiral. Something both boys could tell was happening from the way you stiffened.

“Uh Kurapika. Maybe now's not the-” Gon tried, but it was too late.

“I don't belong to any clan. I never did, so don't you ever bring it up again.” Ice.

Your demeanor was cold, an indication that you were mad. Though you tried to calm yourself. Maybe he didn't know not to ask that.

He couldn't have known.

You just didn't want to talk about it with anyone. Especially not a stranger you just met.

“Damn. I knew we shouldn't have told him.” Killua said, already knowing where this conversation was heading. He quickly covered Alluka's ears.

“I don't understand why you're so upset about it. Could the disagreement you had really be that irksome to you.” The blonde's tone dismissive.

The thing that inevitably set you off.

Irksome.

Like they didn't just try to kill you half a year ago. Like they didn't murder your sister right in front of you. Like they didn't turn your best friend against you.

“I said drop it. It's none of your business. But you know what should've been, since you're so keen on family.”

“Y/n don't-” Gon tried once more, tugging on your arm to get you attention.

“Checking up on your friends every once in a while. Do you even know about what happened to these two?”

“Guys,” Killua warned.

“Of course I know. You think I'm an idiot not to know about the Chimera Ant situation?” Kurapika's voice increasing in volume to match yours.

“Yeah? You know about Illumi hunting down Killua and his sister while his family watched? About the two of them almost being killed to better their psycho family's power? You know about Gon being hospitalized? About how nothing short of a miracle saved his life? You know about all that?”

Judging by the shocked expression on his face, he didn't know. He glanced over to the two boys to verify. And when they looked down to avoid his eyes, he knew you weren't lying.

He hadn't been a very good friend, had he?

“Didn't think so. So next time you think I owe you anything, think about how you've never given anyone anything. I don't owe you shit. I don't owe you an explanation and I sure as hell don't owe you my time!”

Was it a petty argument that got way out of hand?

Absolutely.

The truth is, if you could get past your one difference, the two of you would see you have a lot in common. Might've even become good friends.

But you can never trust someone who takes the people they care about for granted. Who had the opportunity to support their friend on their deathbed instead of chasing after shadows of the past. Who only lets anger and hatred guide their actions.

And Kurapika could never befriend someone who doesn't understand how good they have it. Who still has the opportunity to see their family instead of their corpses. And maybe he's envious of the fact. He'd give anything to spend five minutes with his clan while you can't even bare thinking about them for five seconds.

And while you two disliked each other, you'd just have to learn to tolerate the other for the sake of your friends.

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MASTERLIST

An: I didn't know if I should add tags to this one because technically it's not apart of our main story. More like an expansion on the lore, if you can even call it that. Now, I love Kurapika, I really do. But I feel like our insert from Moon and Sun would absolutely despise him. On the bright side, I should be able to start uploading a little more frequently now. Might even get back to weekly updates. We'll see~

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x y/n #hunter x hunter x y/n #gon x reader #killua x reader #big sib reader #older reader #found family #x reader #platonic #reader and kurapika hate each other

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lostfracturess · 2 months

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nici i’ll have u know i just took two shots of tequila in preparation for this chapter 🤣🤣 and it’s close to 1pm on a tuesday

ALSO I CANT BELIEVE S&C IS OVER 100k NOW THANK U FOR THE NEVER ENDING FEAST QUEEN

“how can u stay so calm?” “drugs, sweetheart. it’s the drugs.”

i cackled so fkn hard 🤣

"Tell me," he whispered, his breath a warm caress against your ear. "Where would you want him to touch you?"

IM CHEWING MY MF KNUCKLES I NEED THIS MAN (or both men) IN MY BED IMMEDIATELY

Geto stripped the rain from his hair, then twisted the dark strands into a fresh bun. His eyes flickered between you and Satoru, a single raised eyebrow his only question. You wouldn't meet his gaze, the floor suddenly fascinating.

stoppppp okay first of all the writing is eating so hard idk how but w every chapter i just fall more n more in love w the way u write 😭 BUT ALSO DON’t GIMME THE IMAGE OF A RAIN SOAKED GETO or else something ELSE is gonna be soaked out here🧍🏻‍♀️

ok i have to stop quoting every other line lmaooo

"Just so we're clear," Satoru's voice suddenly cut through the quiet, "I don't share. Not you."

PLS I KNOW I SAID I WLD STOP QUOTING EVERY OTHER LINE BUT THIS WAS THE NEXT LINE AND IM SCREAMING this is not fun to read while i’m in my fertile window

sighhh the conversation ab the 37 y/o pt passing n how he’s just a statistic now 😭 so heartbreaking yet realistically put

im loving the daddy dom energy satoru is exuding in this chapter i just love when usually flirty/amused men lock tf in when things get serious lol it’s so hot. also so sweet how all he’s concerned ab is her reputation & career ahead

“A familiar ache rose in your chest. You longed to reach out, to bridge the chasm he insisted on maintaining. But his posture, rigid as stone, and his clenched jaw, sent a silent warning. This was his battle, one he'd fight in isolation—as always.”

ughh i feel like this perfectly sums up their dynamic. also if s&c was a paperback book this wld 100% be a quote that readers wld highlight on the page n crop to post on pinterest lmaooo it’s so good

“He was falling apart. But all you could do was watch.”

🥲 pls. stopp im so fragile rn.

NOOOOO NOT SUKUNA BOOO BOOOOOO 🍅 🍅 GIMME FIVE MINS IN A ROOM W HIM RN 💥👊🏼

i have sm anxiety over this ethics hearing my palms r actually sweaty. its like i’m THERE rn.

wait nici can u explain again sukuna’s want for revenge towards gojo n wanting to tear him/reader down 😭 was it like the jealousy that he wasn’t able to become a successful surgeon like gojo n had to settle on educational matters instead? :”) im dumb sry. ik he’s the root of gojo’s addiction but i think i might be missing something here lol. or do we not know yet

ok i still hate sukuna’s guts but there is partial truth to what hes saying🧍🏻‍♀️not saying reader isn’t brilliant n talented in her own right, but for sure, satoru’s attraction to her has given her opportunities that other qualified students were potentially robbed of (we live in a society lol). but idk how exactly she ranks among her peers, so maybe she rly was the best student for the job, but that’s all very subjective

"Because you would do the same," you finally managed, the words scraped raw from your throat. "You would stay. You wouldn't leave me."

ok “why do you even stay?” sent a chill down my spine but THISSS. im gaspeddd :””(( reader loves him sm and if her commitment to not letting him take all the blame isnt evident enough, her sticking w him thru his drug addiction is truly a type of devotion that comes from a purest point of love

“You—you make me feel things I've spent a lifetime avoiding, things I don't know how to handle. It scares the hell out of me."

ouchhhh 😭 ok but i feel him on this. that avoidant attachment be hittin againnn lmao me n him are so same

"You don't need to deserve me, Satoru. Love isn't about deserving. It's about choosing each other, again and again, no matter what. And I choose you.”

CRYINGG YES 😭😭😭💕💕💕 this healed a part of me ngl

"If you don't come down in the next few minutes, you're the one getting folded, first-year."

WHY IS HE ALL OF A SSUDEN MR FUNNY MAN NOW PLSSSKDJDJD their chemistry this chap is off the charts

FFFFFUCKKK MEEE JUNKYARD BOY CHOSO!!!!????? I BET HE SMELLS LIKE GREASE N SWEAT N SOMEONE I WANNA FUCK. omg he called me pretty company 🤭🤭 bye dr gojo im all about them blue collars im sorry 😔🤚🏼

"I love you, first-year. Damn it, I love you. I don't care how complicated this gets, I want you."

god pls 🧎🏻‍♀️ if i’ve done anything good in life, then just give me this man

OMGGG HES GONNA FUCK US OVER THE HOOD OF A CAR ?!??!!?

"You give in too easily." A teasing smile played on his lips. "You don't really want me to fuck you on this hood, right?"

😐😐 this isn’t funny. im not laughing rn. i will not stand this sort of edging. gimme dick NOW

omg🧍🏻‍♀️ive no words to say about that smut. delicious, devious, dampening. he is my every fantasy and i desire him. i desire him so deeply

aaa he hurt her in his sleeeeppp 😭😭 for a man that cares so deeply like him that mustve really fucked w him. also this is so random and must be my daddy issues speaking lmao but satoru (minus his addiction) wld be such a good family man🧍🏻‍♀️the way he loves is sooo providing and stubborn to a fault but almost in a way that’s kind of grounding lol bc i feel like he’s almost always, at the end of the day, right about everything? haha i cld be proven so wrong ab this but i just had to share the thought

mannn im on the second court hearing n im just SO damn curious what is going thru satoru’s head rn 😭 it seems like something switched in there somehow, his demeanor is so different

him actinf so calm rn is scarinf the shit ourta me im ngl🧍🏻‍♀️like bb ur scaring me. PKS IN SO SCARED WHY IS HE SUDDNELY TELLINF US HE LOVES US

ah. and there it is. satoru’s impending fall from grace. i saw it coming from a mile away and that he wld do something like this, but fuck. the way it was written. i thought it would be something that came a place of more heightened emotions from him, something desperate to protect (kinda like in the first hearing). but THIS….so calm, collected, so sure of his love for reading that he’s willing to let go of almost everything that has given him purpose in life up until this point. it aches.

:( im heartbroken rn. amazing chapter 😭💕 thank u sm for writinf it, oh my gosh, jusf amazing

i need more tequila

giiirl!!! not the tequila ahhhhh 😭😭 that brings back bad memories omg.

& yes the story is over 100k already and still no end in sight. i never thought i would write so much lol. but also i'm already so sad when the story will eventually someday end. like i never want to not write about my unhinged neurosurgeon gojo help.

stoppppp okay first of all the writing is eating so hard idk how but w every chapter i just fall more n more in love w the way u write

thank you so so much!! that's such a big compliment coming from a fellow author <3

BUT ALSO DON’t GIMME THE IMAGE OF A RAIN SOAKED GETO or else something ELSE is gonna be soaked out here🧍🏻‍♀️

GIRL 😂 I'M SORRY.

i have sm anxiety over this ethics hearing my palms r actually sweaty. its like i’m THERE rn.

so glad the angst transpires well in this chapter!!!

wait nici can u explain again sukuna’s want for revenge towards gojo n wanting to tear him/reader down

so first: sukuna is an asshole.

second: sukuna is an asshole.

third: SUKUNA IS AN ASSHOLE.

no seriously, how i portray him is like a very power driven man, that thrives on the misery of others. moreover satoru being his lifelong rival and sukuna finally getting a change to push him of his throne is just something he wouldn't let slip through his fingers. so it's really all about power and control on sukuna's side.

also satoru's states in that chapter that he did something stupid in his past that sukuna is still mad about. feel free to speculate, given satoru's past 😂

ok i still hate sukuna’s guts but there is partial truth to what hes saying

yes it is!! satoru really has just eyes for yn and is defensively letting other students down in the process. this just adds to the overall mess their relationship is.

ok “why do you even stay?” sent a chill down my spine but THISSS.

hmmmmmm ahhhhhhh SO HAPPY that these lines landed well <333 love them!! they are so messy and raw ahhhhh

WHY IS HE ALL OF A SSUDEN MR FUNNY MAN NOW PLSSSKDJDJD their chemistry this chap is off the charts

he had a little bit of drugs and was all happy again lol.

FFFFFUCKKK MEEE JUNKYARD BOY CHOSO!!!!????? I BET HE SMELLS LIKE GREASE N SWEAT N SOMEONE I WANNA FUCK.

i was wondering, if i should just do a random character or one of the jjk cast and choso just came into mind at first. idk why but i think it fits ahaha.

omg🧍🏻‍♀️ive no words to say about that smut. delicious, devious, dampening. he is my every fantasy and i desire him. i desire him so deeply

here to serve!! so glad you liked the spicy scene. they are always a pain in the ass to write.

aaa he hurt her in his sleeeeppp 😭😭 for a man that cares so deeply like him that mustve really fucked w him.

YES!!! you're the first to comment on that!!! also thought that this is so so so SO BAD for him. like he would never (physically) hurt her and doing it unintentionally in his sleep??? EVEN WORSE. poor boy must have felt so miserable and angry at himself after.

the way he loves is sooo providing and stubborn to a fault but almost in a way that’s kind of grounding lol

honestly, love your observation about the potential family man side of satoru! his love IS fierce, demanding, and sometimes overbearing, but at its core, it's deeply protective, and i think you're spot on about that being grounding.

but THIS….so calm, collected, so sure of his love for reading that he’s willing to let go of almost everything that has given him purpose in life up until this point. it aches.

so happy satoru's fall from grace hit well!! wanted that choice of his to feel both shocking and inevitable. not a desperate outburst, but this chillingly calculated decision, born out of love. it just hurts so good!

thank you so so much for your lovely reactions to the chapter ellie, as always!! it means the world. also give me some of the tequila lol. sending you kisses and hugs ♡

#symptoms and causes #inbox

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poppy-metal · 5 months

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girlboss i do in fact need jordanbella content immediately for updates what HAPPENS gonna punch a wall ab it all need jordan confronting her ab the letter need them reconciling need the buildup to the sex need them like interrupting the wedding jfc i'm not normal ab this!

babygirl I've been sick over them recently actually like im making a playlist for them just shaking at the bit imagining the angst and the fight that breaks out when jordan finds that letter - they're so angry they could kill bella they really could. they probably end up fucking her against her vanity though, making her look in the mirror so she sees how good jordan makes her feel in a way that her fiancé never could. mouth pressed to her ear so shes forced to hear all the dirty things jordan tells her, how they'd wanted to eat her pretty cunt since forever, how they'd always known bellas pussy would fit around their fingers and their dick - but she doesn't get that yet. fingered like a whore against her desk with her sheer panties around her ankles, so viciously all the contents clatter to the floor. they're telling her all the ways they'd have fucked her had the been honest from the beginning, but shes a fucking little liar, didn't want jordan to know she loved them, she's a bad fucking girl and bad girls don't get made love to they get their little hole abused until they cry.

when she creams around their fingers they probably step back and lick the digits clean. still so angry. knowing bella loves them doesn't fix any of the hurt. when bella slides to the floor they follow her though, squatting down to her level and sliding her bridal panties that'd slipped off her foot into their pocket. "i could have loved you, bella. for real."

bellas lips parting, "could have?"

jordan just looking at her, "a letter you didn't even mean for me to see isn't enough to unfuck us," they tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "marry your guy. go back to pretending I don’t exist. stop writing to yourself about the past."

and maybe it is some form of revenge to feel like they're the ones breaking her heart this time, even if it feels like fucking shit.

their love story is way too messy and complicated to be resolved so easily. n bella needs to be real with her feelings before she attempts to get jordan back, though to be honest, it probably wont take much effort on her part. as cold as jordan wants to be, bella has always been their soft spot. one soft honest plea from her and they'd melt.

#ask #jordanbella #my babies

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the-savage-garden · 9 months

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Nitpicking ACOWAR Ch 9

The reason this gets long is mostly because I was copy-pasting from the book that irritated me lol. Like, finding out what all of Feyre's bs "plans" were was the worst, everything was such a mess. It becomes clear how there was so much writing that was pointless, like SJM was putting off things to do a "reveal" and meanders with her writing.

Chapter 9

-Ianthe is sticking around instead of going to her temple “a few miles away.” I didn’t realize they used miles in this world, interesting.

-Ianthe is still trying to get closer to Tamlin for some reason, I still don’t understand the politics of this world. She still thinks she has a chance after what happened with the whipping. I’m so lost.

-Feyre is still working on keeping the sentries on her side. I wonder when she goes back to the Night Court would the sentries feel betrayed by her?

-”...while the healer quietly patched him up.” Is the healer magical or not? I don’t even know how healing works in this world to be able to tell.

-”Then apologized that I hadn’t been able to prevent it…I meant every word…” Feyre, you’re the reason it happened in the first place, the hell is wrong with you?

-”If I had asked them, they would have handed me their own knives to slit their throats.” I REALLY hate Feyre.

-Everyone’s going to the wall this time. I don’t know why it matters though.

-Jurian is winking at Feyre again. I’ve decided I hate him too.

-I also hate Alis. I hate everyone in this book honestly.

-[“I know the feeling,” was all I said.] That is not the same Feyre, you were barely in the Night Court, Alis hasn’t been home in Summer for around 50 years. How is Night Court your “home” already?

-”Even her tree-bark skin seemed to blanch.” If Alis has tree-bark skin how could it blanch? This doesn’t make sense to me.

-”She knew which court I meant. And did not look afraid.” But it’s the Night Court! They literally have an evil reputation, why would Alis not be afraid of them? I don’t understand her character.

-The sentries won’t look at Tamlin, you’d think he’d notice. I remember when he used to be more observant from the 1st book, I miss that guy.

-”...a courtesy I knew none of the others had extended.” Maybe because the nameless sentry was punished for a crime you framed him committing?

-”...appearing eager to mend the rift the whipping had torn between us.” But you’re trying to “mend” it with Ianthe, who the sentries all hate now. What does this accomplish at this point?

-Feyre shares a tent with Ianthe, supposedly to spare Lucien from dealing with her.

-”Lying beside Ianthe without slitting her throat…” I forgot how murderous Feyre has become now. It makes me sad.

-”I repeated their names silently, over and over into the darkness.” I see someone was inspired by Game Of Thrones (except it was a kill list, I know).

-Feyre also names her sisters which I’m surprised by. They haven’t exactly gotten along, it just seems… too soon to get to that yet. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me.

-”My goal was bigger than revenge. My purpose greater than personal retribution” Haha, funny joke Feyre. Wait, you’re serious? You’ve literally done nothing to Hybern this whole time you’ve been here, and you’ve been focusing on having your revenge on Spring instead. Ugh.

-”I wasn’t sure I’d been born with the ability to forgive. Not for terrors inflicted on those I loved.” I’m a little confused with Feyre’s character, I don’t remember this ever being brought up before.

-”For myself, I didn’t care—not nearly as much.” I guess this makes sense, Feyre did decide to hunt for her family so this at least tracks (I know it was because of a promise to her mother but I’d like to think Feyre did it because she cared even if she never thought it).

-”Could not stomach the idea of letting these people get away with what they’d done.” Who are “these people”? I get it with Ianthe but everyone else wanted to save Feyre from the Night Court because they believed she was in danger. Also no one you care about is dead, just injured, or in the case of your sisters are now immortal. So what exactly have they done to you?

-[“Hybern is not our enemy,” she said a tad breathlessly.] But they are Ianthe, what are you even talking about? I don’t get this character’s motivation at all. The Hybern royals think Ianthe is below them, shouldn’t she be worried about them?

-Also what’s the point of having Feyre “subtly” threaten Ianthe? Shouldn’t this tip off Ianthe that something’s wrong? These intimidating tactics make no sense to me.

-”Lucien and Tamlin showed the twins where the crack in the wall lay.” I’m still baffled that this is a plot point. It’s just… this is the best that SJM could come up with?

-”And as they had done with the first two, they spent hours surveying it, the surrounding land.” See what I mean? Why do they need to survey the wall for hours? I know the magic wall is going to go down but what’s the point of lingering on this part so much? Something else should be going on.

-”We’d played our little power games, established I could bite if I wished, but we’d tolerate each other.” I’m so lost. Hybern is framed to be the antagonists of the series but then they don’t do anything to Feyre. Is it because of the deal that Tamlin made that Hybern can’t harm anyone in Spring? I already can’t remember and I’m not going back.

-The weird twins discuss which hole is better. (I realized a funny joke about this.)

-For some reason we’re focusing on the fact that Feyre is eating an apple during this. Why?

-“Yes, but we’d have more access to the High Lord’s supplies.” I thought the deal with Hybern was leaving Spring alone while they go through? Why are supplies included? Why is this now being brought up when it should’ve been brought up earlier?

-”...and I had no idea whatsoever where Lucien or the sentries were.” That’s a rookie mistake on your part Feyre. How are you the one pulling the strings again? It feels like Feyre should be more out of her element than the book portrays it.

-”Good. Easier for me as I shoved the apple slice into my mouth…” What comedy bit am I about to read here? I’m dying inside.

-Why are the twins even listening to Feyre at all? I don’t get them at all.

-”I shrugged, cutting another piece of apple.” Note to self, don’t write someone eating while they’re talking, it’s annoying. And gross. And serves no purpose, unless I want to write someone being a piece of shit. In movies it’s usually done to make it obvious a character is an asshole.

-[“You two talk louder than you realize.” Shared accusatory glares between them.] The twins know that Feyre has mind powers, why are they being paranoid of each other?

-“Unless you want to risk the other courts having time to rally and intercepting you before you can cross to the strait, I’d pick this one.” That doesn’t even make any sense. These are all dumb writing choices.

-“But what do I know? You two have squatted on a little island for five hundred years. Clearly you know more about Prythian and moving armies than me.” I feel like SJM is basing this moment from a movie or something again. This quote is giving me deja vu.

-“This is not about armies, so I will trust you to keep that mouth shut until we have use for you.” Well, duh, they’re taking down the wall, not marching an army to the human lands because that would be pointless since humans are super weak against Fae.

-Feyre gets information out of Brannagh that I’ve already figured out. Why are the twins treated like they’re stupid? If it’s because “Fae are arrogant” I’m going to lose it.

-”It is for bringing down this hideous wall and reclaiming what we were.” What does “reclaiming what you were” mean exactly?

-Does Feyre seriously get all the information she needs in one chapter? This brings me back to ACOMAF where we got one chapter of backstories. Ugh.

-”...Vallahan, Montesere, and Rask.” Got other places named.

-”Two hundred thousand. Mother save us” I don’t think SJM knows how troop numbers work.

-The twins should know that Feyre used to be human right? I just… I’m losing it.

-“The king had not yet found the Cauldron, despite years of searching. It served his purposes to let her be an experiment for how we might break these people. And served as good motivation for our allies on the continent to join us, knowing what would await them.” I hate this explanation.

-”I finished off my apple and chucked the core into the woods. They watched it fly like two hounds tracking a pheasant.” WHY? Why is this here?

-“So they’re all going to converge here? I’m supposed to play hostess to so many soldiers?” This is a stupid question.

-“Our own force will take care of Prythian before uniting with the others. Our commanders are preparing for it as we speak.” That’s obvious. Did Feyre seriously think that they’re going to have all of the arm forces in one place?

-Something about the stupid Cauldron. Hybern is using it to break the wall.

-“Probably. Though this mortal mind did manage to solve Amarantha’s riddle—and destroy her.” That’s not the brag you think it is Feyre, the answer was literally love. It wasn’t even a good riddle. I thought it was supposed to be stupid as an insult to Feyre honestly. And Tamlin was the one that destroyed her, not Feyre.

-“Why do you think Hybern let her live for so long in these lands? Better to have someone else do his dirty work.” What?

-”Not at me—but at who had given me those bruises. Who had picked Ianthe over them—and Hybern over their honor and people.” I wonder who caused that to happen.

-I’m sure I’m supposed to be happy that Feyre is leaving Spring but I’m not ready. I don’t want to read about the Night Court again.

-”The one I’d brought with me on every trip out to the wall, just in case.” In case of what? Leaving early? Feyre’s plans suck.

-”I had numbers, I had a purpose, I had a specific location, and the names of foreign territories.” The most obvious things are the answers? This is the info that Feyre was looking for? The only thing Feyre really needed was the location but it’s the place where Tamlin and Feyre went through in the 1st book so it feels that Feyre should’ve known already.

-”But more than that, I had a people who had lost faith in their High Priestess. I had sentries who were beginning to rebel against their High Lord. And as a result of those things, I had Hybern royals doubting the strength of their allies here. I’d primed this court to fall. Not from outside forces—but its own internal warring.” I want everyone to know I fucking hate this. This was the best plan Feyre could come up with to deal with Hybern? Spring isn’t even a true ally to Hybern, if the King thought that then he’s an idiot.

-”And to maintain that illusion of strength, Tamlin and Ianthe would lie about it—where I’d gone. And perhaps a day or two after that, one of these sentries would reveal the news, a carefully sprung trap that I’d coiled into his mind like one of my snares.” I hate this manipulative Feyre.

-”...the markings consistent with what Dagdan and Brannagh had already revealed to be their style.” When the twins attacked those humans? Did Feyre intend for that to happen?

-”I’d planted images in his head… How I ran for my life when Tamlin and Ianthe refused to intervene, to risk their alliance with Hybern.” I’m somehow supposed to see Feyre as a good person in all of this? That she does terrible things to do the right thing? But then she manipulates minds and creates false memories into people? I’m supposed to root for that?

-”And when the sentry revealed the truth, no longer able to stomach keeping quiet…” What the fuck Feyre? Does Feyre not realized how fucked up this is? She’s worse than Hybern! Hybern is at least honest with their shit.

-”There would be no further alliance. For there would be no sentry or denizen of this court who would stand with Tamlin or Ianthe after this. After me.” Alliance? You mean the deal that Tamlin made with Hybern to save you? And me? Feyre is so selfish, I know she was before, but this… Ugh.

-”A few seconds extra had me snatching Tamlin’s bandolier of knives…Illyrian fighting knives.” Why is Feyre stealing them? This doesn’t make sense. They were given to Tamlin (I think) and that doesn’t give Feyre the right to take them.

-”Keep going. They were distracted, horrible as it was.” Ah, yes, let’s leave your friend Lucien behind huh?

-”Keep going, keep going, keep going.” Don’t remind me of Finding Nemo, book. Ugh.

-[“I thought you’d seek me out after the Rite,” Ianthe purred.] So, Ianthe likes to have control over men by forcing herself on them. But I’m completely lost with how she words this.

-“I was obligated to perform the Rite,” Lucien snapped. “That night wasn’t the product of desire, believe me.” But everyone gives Tamlin a hard time from the 1st book because of the Rite. Neither Tamlin nor Lucien gets a choice on who they sleep with during the Rite. I just… have many questions for this that won’t get answered.

-”I’d primed everything to fall; I’d long since stopped feeling any sort of guilt or doubt about my plan.” I gotta reiterate how awful Feyre is.

-”I had done my job too well, provoked her jealousy too much with every instance I’d found ways to get Lucien to touch me in her presence, in Tamlin’s presence.” Jealousy? Why would Ianthe be jealous? She just wants control, doesn’t she? I also hate the way touching is used as a catalyst for this because Lucien and Feyre are supposedly friends, this shouldn’t mean much, at least to me.

-[“Do not touch me,” he growled. And then I was moving.] Oh, so now you suddenly care about your friend Feyre?

-”I masked the sound of my footfalls…” With magic or…?

-Ianthe restrains Lucien with some blue stone from Hybern that can magically nullify powers. In the 2nd book Rhys had also been chained up with the same stone. I just realized this but did SJM borrow the sea-stone thing from One Piece? I didn’t realize how much of an anime fan SJM was.

-”She slid a hand over the broad panes of his chest, his stomach.” I don’t like how this whole thing is framed. This is supposed to be horrifying, not sexy.

-”And Lucien’s eyes shot to me as I stepped between the trees, fear and humiliation reddening his golden skin.” The way this is written confuses me for some reason? Also we’ve got golden to describe skin again.

-”Her hand slid lower, not for his own pleasure, but simply to throw it in my face that she could—” Why is this directed at Feyre for? I thought Ianthe just likes having power over others but then why throw this into Feyre’s face. I don’t get Ianthe, this writing sucks.

-”A mask over a face of decay. That’s what it was like to go inside that beautiful head and find such hideous thoughts inside it.” I hate the way this is written.

-”Lucien’s skin drained of color as Ianthe obeyed me, her face queerly vacant, pliant.” I know Feyre is saving Lucien but I don’t like how she’s mind-controlling Ianthe.

-“Smash your hand with the rock as hard as you can until I tell you to stop.” This reminds me a lot of that villain from Jessica Jones, how is Feyre the good guy again?

-“You will not remember what happened here. You will tell the others that you fell.” Huh, that’s what an abuser usually says.

-“You are allowed to see a healer to set the bones. But not to erase the scarring…” Why bring up scarring like that?

-”I’ve debated it every single day since I learned you sold out my sisters to Hybern.” So, Feyre wanted to kill Ianthe because of what happened to her sisters. I get it but I dunno, all of this feels odd to me.

-Is Feyre not going to ask if Lucien is okay? Or do anything to reassure him? No? Okay.

-And now the weird twins show up.

#anti sjm #anti acowar

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thoughts on sam's relationship with john. i hold your opinion very high like i need to know what you think ab sam and john. s1 sam compared to lebanon sam crying when john came back to life. THOUGHTS

SORRY I know you sent this a couple of days ago and I'm just replying now I am the worst at responding to things but anyway here we go...

omg that's very kind of you to say! I really don't know where to start, this show is so expansive, especially when you start getting into the lore (tm) of john's journal and the comics and tie in novels so I feel like you could easily write an entire essay on just their relationship, not even getting into how it relates to john's relationship with dean, mary, ect. I guess I'd start by saying that while I think it's important to recognize john as a complex character and I feel like the fandom often reduces him to a very one dimensional villain, he was an abusive and neglectful father so his relationship to sam is going to be heavily based in that fact. so saying that this is probably gonna be all over the place bc I it's late here and I am not the most eloquent person and while I've seen season one a few times I have seen lebanon only once lmao.

john's view of sam feels kind of contradictory to me in a lot of ways, because he seems to know there is something "different" and possibly "bad" about sam, while also prioritizing his protection at all costs. and that is what drives so much of the conflict between them, bc sam rebels against john's very strict ideas of how he should behave (I think there was a passage in his journal about how sam rebels by acting "normal," which is abnormal in their family context). obviously this role of protector is forced on dean, which complicates the family dynamic even more since dean is often in the position of acting like a parent. so I feel like john has a lot of complicated feelings about sam, where he is terrified of losing him, but also OF him, and maybe even blames him for mary's death in a way?

getting into what we actually see on the show, john is such an interesting character in season 1 bc you don't really see him much if that makes sense. like obviously he is in the first scene of the show, but he doesn't appear again until mid season iirc and there's always this general feeling of him looming over sam and dean and how him telling sam to leave if he wanted to go to college is still holding tension in the family even 3-4 years later. but we also know that john still watched sam at stanford, which gets even more into the idea of john as a god like, all knowing figure, and also gets in to sam being surveilled and under scrutiny for so much of his life.

then we finally see john and sam interact and of course they start fighting, bc this tension has been building all season. and before it can really even be resolved john dies, and sam is left with all this grief and guilt. and not to get into my own daddy issues lmao but I think like a lot of people who are abused by a parent, sam has also a very complicated view of his father. unlike dean, sam remembers nothing about a life before mary died, he doesn't know a john who isn't on this revenge quest (not saying dean was better off bc of it, obviously a four year old isn't gonna remember a ton either). this is the world he has always known. I think he wants to love and understand his father but can't square that with how john treats him and dean. and I think sam blames himself for always being angry at his father (even if it was justified) especially after he dies. so when he comes back in season 14, even for a moment, he can't bear to really sort out his complicated feelings, he just wants to show that he loves him despite it all: "I mean, when I think about you… and I think about you a lot… I don’t think about our – our fights. I think about you… I think about you on the floor of that hospital. And I think about how I never got to say goodbye."

I guess to sum everything up and give a TLDR, it's about the parallels for me...like gabriel says in changing channels, about how sam rebels against his fathers wishes, how john is god, how everything is connected, how dean and sam have such different coping mechanisms and responses to how they were raised. idk I feel like this is just word vomit but I hope it makes SOME sense and if you have your own thoughts about sam and john and their dynamic I'd love to hear it!

#sorry this is all over the place lmao thank u for letting me rant tho!#and this is like BARELY scratching the surface of the winchester family dynamic but have some general thoughts I guess???#answered #anonymous

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heartbreakprincewille · 2 years

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If we're talking about Taylor swift and young royals for the midnights album

Lavender haze X wlimon?? "I've been under scrutiny/ you handle it beautifully" that part in particular really fits to me but idk about the rest of the song, I think this song would fit them in like S3 when they're dealing with the fallout of being a public couple and suddenly Simon's thrust into the royal life and into wille's world and ends up learning a bunch of stuff he had no idea of before and learning what it's like being a royal and being with a royal and also learning more about wille and wille's life?? If that's the route S3 goes this would be the song for them

Umm I haven't seen anyone say this but midnight rain X sircus? 💀 "I broke his heart cause he was nice" ofc there's a lot of debate about whether Marcus really was nice or not bc a lot of the things he did were manipulative, whether intentionally or not, but we can all agree he's the poster boy for nice guys. "He wanted it comfortable/ I wanted that pain" how Simon's relationship w Marcus was nice and sweet and comfortable but he still yearned to be with wille even tho it was more difficult and painful and he'd have to deal with being a secret

I've already seen "you're on your kid" edits with wille specifically the part where it goes "you're on your own kid you always have been" accompanied by a bunch of shots of wille alone looking sad and those make my heart hurt lmao

Oh and both karma and vigilante shit fit wille I feel like. Vigilante shit bc he was taking revenge on August and entering his reputation era and all that "don't get sad get even" I think he took it a little far with pointing a gun at his head but I do not mind 💀 and karma would fit really well for the next season bc wille and Simon would be happy thriving and together while August would be in prison ❤️❤️❤️

What ab the other songs on the album? Do you think they could fit?

OHHH this is gonna be a long discussion so buckle up🤝

I can totally see Lavender Haze as S3 Wilmon. Like, "The 1950s shit they want from me", Wille being expected to be a conventional Crown Prince like the old times(especially the heteronormative aspect)but he's here to bring change baby😌🤚 and "I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say" like he won't be giving a SHIT about people are saying about him because he's finally with the person he loves, and he's already done giving shit about unnecessary opinions, S2 showed us that.

I agree with Midnight Rain being a Simon-Marcus song.

"My town was a wasteland / Full of cages, full of fences / Pageant queens and big pretenders / But for some, it was paradise" like it screams of Simon's desire of leaving Bjästard and how much he hates the vanity he sees everyday in Hillerska.

"I guess sometimes we all get /Just what we wanted, just what we wanted / And he never thinks of me /Except for when I'm on TV /I guess sometimes we all get /Some kind of haunted, some kind of haunted /And I never think of him /Except on midnights like this"

In the end, Simon got what he wanted(being with Wille), and he can't be any happier, but the way he treated Marcus still haunts him sometimes. Like the "except when I'm on TV" line is so on point for them because after Wille admitting he was in the video, Simon would be in the limelight again and Marcus would be reminded of everything quite a lot because of that.

Also, I totally agree that it's debatable that whether Marcus was actually nice or not, but if we think from Simon's perspective, Marcus was pretty nice to him, so yeah.

I've also seen the YOYOK edits with Wilhelm, but it's a Simon song in my mind all the way. Like "I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out" , "Something different bloomed, writing in my room/ I play my songs in the parking lot /I'll run away" IT'S SO SIMON CODED. I think Anti-Hero fits Wilhelm way more than YOYOK.

Vigilante Shit and Karma are so bad bitch Wille and Bejeweled is Felice's song😌🤚

Sweet Nothing is also such a S3 Wilmon song for me like Simon wanting nothing from him in a world where everyone wants to derive benefit from him because he's the Crown Prince, and especially the bridge makes me wanna cry: Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors/ And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other/And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"/To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it"

Labyrinth was already S2 Simon song in my mind and I'm glad I was right😌

Mastermind is such a Wilhelm- coded song like every line SCREAMS of Wilhelm pursing Simon in S1 and the bridge drives me INSANE like "No one wanted to play with me as a little kid/ So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since /To make them love me and make it seem effortless/This is the first time I've felt the need to confess/And I swear/I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian /'Cause I care"

Anyway I'm never gonna stop so I'm just gonna end this ask here. 😭😭 thanks for sending this, btw!

#young royals #yr s2 spoilers

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biaaaaasposts · 1 year

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GRAVITY FALLING

WARNING+ DESCRIPTION : smut,anal(f received),unprotected sex,dom,cream pie,aggressive kink,choking, 18+ ONLY,NSFW,dirty talk,harsh language,lingerie,some fluff

18+ ONLY IF YOU ARE A MINOR GO READ SOME BOOKS AND TELL UR PARENTS HELLO

I DONT LIKE MY WRITING BEING REPOSTED ON OTHER PLATFORMS OR ON HERE

you always have felt comfortable in your body well sometimes while clark was having a meeting with his team you took your sweet chance too put on a beautiful red lingerie dress just too mess with him because you two recently fought the previous night over him being affectionate with another girl he said it never happened that he was just being nice you believed him he was your husband but you wanted to get revenge for him not talking to you wonderwoman knew this as you two were like sisters

once you were ready you had to admit you look sexy as hell in what you were wearing you “accidentally” walk in on there meeting and greeted his friends which included batman,wonderwoman,flash,cyborg. they looked at you then simply looked shocked, and looked away knowing you belonged to clark but flash he was starring as he was new and knew nothing

henry looked at you he got pissed but continued the meeting as i walked to look at the stuff they were talking about, although i had powers exactly like clark he refused to let me on the field we arent intimate alot because of the dangers of our strength you were all for it but clark didnt wanna “hurt” you but all you wanted was to show him how much you loved him and how much you were his both of you have had sex with eachother 1 other time but we trashed our house and i was left with marks. thats when he said he wasnt doing it again but you were gonna prove him wrong

“do you have any idea how mad he is over there” diana said to you as she wasnt needed in the meeting anymore so she came to you to talk “i know but i just wanna prove we can do this” you pleaded to even though she was single she knew how much we meant to eachother so she was happy to be down with the plan “goodluck looks like its your turn dont trash the world” she told you laughing it made you giggle the team walked out leaving you and clark together alone.

you walked over to him as he was focusing on the meeting layout while still pissed at you so you went next to him “hey babe” you giggled while kissing his neck to get his attention he stopped you which pissed you off “we cant you know that why would u even wear that you look beautiful with out it” clark spit out to you which just runied the mood you backed off

“clark i wanna try your not gonna hurt me and i wont hurt you” you huffed he turned aroung looking at you “we still cant take the chance im sorry” he spoke like he was piercing your heart it broke you he wasnt even willing to try of course you loved him without the sex but feeling him giving all of you to him meant something to you “right. i forgot im nothing more then your trophy” you spoke as it saddened you while you walked out it was dramatic but it hurt that you couldnt kiss him sometimes.

clark was mad you walked out and said that the dominant part of him came out as he used his super speed to throw you on the bed it took you by suprise “your not just a trophy your my beautiful wife id rip those clothes off you, you know that” he spoke while ontop of you as his cock was close to your pussy it made you wet as it brushed against you and you knew it made him hard “prove it give me all of you” was all you could get out before you used your speed too flip yall over making you ontop as you kissed him down his neck too his chest and his abs getting one step closer too his cock.

clark gave in as he moaned as you kissed close to his cock and taking his pants off and grabbing him in your hands while licking his pre cum off the tip and putting all of him in your mouth going up and down starring into his soul his pretty moans made you even more wet you started going fast as he grabbed your hair into his hands pushing you down harder as the beg was shaking from his and yours strength

“fuck.. hmmm just like that baby” his words stuttering gave u motivation too go even faster he was close as he was twitching in your mouth clark pulled his head back as he cummed in your mouth you swallowed he had a smile on his face “good girl taking all of me like that” clark whispered sexually making you smile while licking his cum off of his cock completely

of course he used his strength too flip you over yet again and rip the fabric off your skin while teasing your nipples with his tongue giving full espouser his length to your heat making your legs shake he slowly went down to your pussy and used his tongue to play with your clit making you moan in pleasure hes touch was enough for you

“mm..fuck clark please fuck me” you were breathing hard and holding his hair in your hands he didnt stop you were close to an orgasm he kept going but faster and faster until your legs were shaking so bad he had to grip your thighs with his hands making you moan his name it made him so hard he was gonna fuck the hell out of you

“this it mine only mine dont wear that outfit infront of any again unless you want everyone to watch you get punished” his words were like a drug to you as your orgasm came making him lick up all your juices he laid on the bed “come ride me baby take all of me or i will make you” with those words you got even more turned on and got ontop of you and taking all of him in causing him too sit up and hold you while kissing on your neck as you rode him

he knew you would always be his this pussy this body all of you was his, no one else if anyone touched you or looked at you he would kill them your his and his only both of yours strength broke the bes as clark laughed and u kept going making you both moan and roll your head back he felt so good his cock was so long you could see him inside you threw your stomach

“i-m.. im close fuck” he spoke to you in the sexiest way possible you were also close so you went faster hes cum shot up your insides as you cummed he you both became weak and he watched your pussy leak of his cum

“we should try this more im sorry i doubted you” clark said as he kisses you as you kissed back holding his head “its okay clark im glad you were willing to try i love you” you told him as you both cleaned up and cuddled

“i love you too baby” clark breathed out both of you d rifting off too sleep.

#raven #tv: titans #gar logan #teagan croft #brenton thwaites #beast boy #rachel roth #bruce wayne #tim drake #titans s4 #supergirl #superman #henry cavill smuts #henry cavill #smut #writing #sexy titts

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greycaelum · 2 years

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Kaleidoscope Series)

Request:

Give us more dadgojo please

[Your baby's daddy]

[Notes: Fluff, hurt, protective & guilty Satoru. You know kids and their tempers rivalling the weather of London, sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy. Word count: 4.6k]

[Grey says: This took a while, thank you for the wait! The idea has been rotting in my brain for a long time now, but I can't find the drive to write it. Then last time my friend and I went to shop for a gift to her goddaughter, so many adorable dresses! My brain is screaming for a Daddy Satoru, thanks for the wonderful idea, hope you enjoy! (つ≧▽≦)つ]

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Pretty & Plums

"Are you two really going to be okay?"

You stare at your husband sitting cross-legged at the living room floor, topless with all his glorious ripped muscles and perfectly chiseled 8 packs abs and sinful Adonis belt presented before your eyes while your few more months before turning two Kikufuku is blabbering as he plays with his mochi pillow given by his Auntie Shoko.

"Of course, like Honey~ This is me the father of your child, the love of your life, the strongest and most devoted husband to you! What could go wrong?!" Satoru bragged waving a dismissing hand to you. "Just go and relax, I already booked you a full beauty treatment session, I'll handle this little fluffball just fine, right buddy?" He ruffled the thick long mane of Kouki.

"Papa, Kou wants pwums," Kouki brings up the back of his hand, trying to remove his long arctic bangs covering his eyes, just like his father he's topless too, only on his diaper after the messy breakfast earlier displaying the cute baby tummy wittle mochi have.

"Do we have plums?" Satoru look up to you puzzled, last night when he went down for a midnight snack he didn't saw plums in the fridge.

"No, I'll buy on my way home—" you kneeled down to your son whose eyes look up to you hopefully, "—Mama will buy plums later. Be good with Papa, good boys get plums and ice creams, and kisses, 'kay?"

"But Kou wants pwums," Kouki insisted, with his tiny white brows starting to form a frown like a pouting Pomeranian pup.

"We'll get it done Hon, now off you go my lady, get your sexy ass to that salon—" Satoru clapped with a wide grin stretched on his face like a Cheshire cat pushing himself standing up to hop by your side pulling you to stand and he towers behind you leaning down by the lobe of your ear, he whispered darkly, "—Then by night, you can pay me with a good massage and fuck 'til dawn."

You turn to glare at him, there's your son literally within hearing range.

"Kikufuku, let's say bye-bye and kiss Mama," Satoru called to Kouki, your son immediately stood up wobbling over...

Satoru's legs and look up to his Papa with the cute eyes.

"Bye-bye Papa."

You burst out in laughter of Satoru betrayed by his son. Satoru bit his lips. In revenge he spank your ass making you jolt forward and kiss the back of your neck, letting your waist go, Satoru sighed and bent down to pick up his little mochi biting those pudgy creamy cheek.

"Papa will stay and play with Kouki, Mama will go so she can get more pretty. You want Mama to be pretty? Hmmm~"

"Mama's pretty," Kou nodded and open close his hand waving bye-bye to you.

"Bye Mommy," Satoru leaned close comically puckering his lips to give you a smack.

"NO!" Kouki protested pushing his Papa away and blew a clumsy flying kiss for you.

You properly kiss them both bye-bye and they sent you off from the genkan. Your husband is no matter how haphazard he usually is is still an adult...

Speaking of adult, a certain memory surface in your mind. Satoru suckling on Kouki's baby bottle after your son doesn't want milk anymore.

"Eh? It's a shame if it goes to waste," Satoru grinned and resumes his exaggerated suckling while maintaining eye contact with you.

"Oh, you jealous with this bottle Honey? You know I can latch on you instead!" Satoru dropped the puny milk bottle and scoop you off the ground throwing you over his shoulders and sauntered to the bedroom.

Heat rush to your face, smacking your head you rid your mind of memories what happened after. Let's hope, nothing will go wrong much. You sighed walking to the train station heading for Omotesando.

"Papa, pwums?"

Satoru look at Kouki in his arms. In all honesty he's so grateful those chubby cheeks didn't lose over his growth. Probably you haven't noticed it yet but Satoru's been sneakily feeding his son just to keep him from losing those baby fats he's been fawning and bragging to his students and co-workers.

"Let's change then go out to the grocery, we'll get plums, 'kay?"

"Umu!" Kou vigorously nod.

Walking upstairs to your shared walk-in-closet he rummage over the forest of hangers—yes, a forest because Satoru has more shirts than you—to find a cute dad-son shirt while he let the mochi free to also explore the large closet...

"Kikufuku, that's Mama's bra don't touch."

Pulling out a statement shirt Satoru grinned. Now that he's with a son, Satoru splurged a lot to get these matching shirt for him and Kouki, most of them he collected from his travels and online shopping.

"Kou-chan, we need to change your diapers buddy," Satoru called out pulling a new diaper from the cabinet with wipes and towels.

"No!" With another one of your bras in his hand Kouki screeched, wobbling away, tiny feet pitter-pattering against the floor.

"Come back here pipsqueak I raise you better than be a bra stealer!" Satoru chuckled, flipping out his phone and start videoing, striding after his son who's hiding behind the door of his parent's bedroom clutching the bra away from his father. You gotta see this, Satoru could also use it in the future against his son.

"A mochi in his diaper stealing his Mama's bra from Papa. What a naughty thief," Satoru snickered.

"C'mere to Papa, you said we're gonna get plums hmmm?" Satoru squat down holding out his hand as if coaxing a stray cat. His son is not a stray but the mochi is definitely a kitten in his mischievous moments. Now, Satoru's thinking of buying him lots of yarns too.

"Pwums? Kou wants pwums." Kouki nodded but still wary of his Papa. He loves Papa alright but Papa always steal Mama away from him.

"Yeah? C'mere now then, we need to buy them before they're gone," Satoru chuckled at his doubtful son walking to cling on his leg totally persuaded now. But what's with still clutching the bra?

"Kikufuku, when you grow up you don't steal bras, you buy and give them to your girl. The lacier the better, memorize that well buddy."

"You want these or this?"

Satoru scanned the pack of plums in his hand and also pointed to the apples beside the stand, asking his son who's in his arms waiting for his Papa's pick. As much as Satoru wants to put him in a baby strap he already experienced his son wailing all day long not liking the strap at all always reaching to be in his Papa or Mama's arms.

"That," Kou pointed to the strawberries instead.

"What do you call that?" Satoru, added the plum pack in the trolley and pick up another strawberry package from the freezer. He look at his son waiting for the answer with the little guy scrutinizing the pink berries.

He grinned, Kouki no doubts have his gene with the signature white hair and long lashes, his nose and the rosy lips but his eyes are definitely of yours and it makes Satoru's pride swell how you two made the perfect combination resulting to this Kikufuku

"It's i-chi-go, say ichigo." Satoru leaded.

"'chigo," Kouki followed his Papa fumbling his words, reaching for the strawberry pack examining the newly discovered food.

"What else do you want Kou-chan?" Satoru pushed the trolley heading to the confectionary section to restock the pantry with his sweets. Unbeknownst to them gazes followed the father-son with the striking matching outfit and the flamboyant words written on their shirts.

"Yakuwlt!" Kou cheered remembering his Mama shared with him a bottle some days ago after his snack.

"Hmmm, what else?" Satoru turned to the beverage section and look for the Yakult, seeing the stand he shove five packages of the smaller version making his son clap in admiration for his Papa's 'generosity' and ask to sit inside the cart.

"Don't stand up, if you stand up Papa won't push the cart anymore," Satoru warned the Kikufuku who obediently nod and stay still inside the big cart playing with his Yakult.

"What else? Let's get this for Mama," Satoru spotted your favorite drink and added them in the cart, pushing it to the near snack section.

Gummy bears, gummy worms, a horde of umaibo, of course assorted pocky boxes for movie nights, his kitkats and pancake mixtures with jugs of syrups for breakfast, paying in the counter the father and son headed home after a short snack in an ice cream parlor, mainly Satoru eating ice cream and Kouki being spoon fed while he keeps blabbering about the cat sitting on the counter. After few more stops along the way, Satoru totally going along with anything Kouki points out, when they arrived home your husband is carrying three or more bags with assorted stuffs. Satoru would never deprive his son of the simple things he wants, it can be a little spoiling but Satoru wouldn't mind showering Kouki these material things and still discipline him in terms of attitude, besides you're also there.

"Mama's going to lecture us," Satoru sighed removing his shoes and setting the groceries on the counter and letting the little guy loose to play around the house.

Opening the fridge he pick out the potato gratin you made earlier for their lunch and heated it in the microwave. By now he's used to the blandness of it, Kouki isn't up to eat food with sodium yet and he doesn't really want you stressing out to make two meals every time. Washing the plums Kouki has been craving he served it in a bowl and pulled the little mochi's baby chair near the counter. Setting his plates and utensils.

"Papa!" Loud cried burst from the living room and Satoru immediately let go of what he's doing and rush to his son's side.

Satoru sucked a breath and paled at the sight.

"How did you got stuck in there? What are you, a cat?"

Satoru stare down his son trapped underneath the low four legged coffee table barely getting out his pudgy body from the spaces trying to break free with an annoyed look forming in Kouki face clawing the carpet within his reach.

"How did you crawl in there?"

Satoru held the sides of the table and pull it up, the mochi immediately stood up dusting himself his artic brows clashing against each other and the rosy lips pursed to a thin line of annoyance.

"Go to the kitchen, you have your plums there," Satoru motioned to the direction of the kitchen smoothing the carpet Kouki crumpled and set down the table.

Following his son and pulling up the Kikufuku to his chair and give him the bowl of plums.

"Papa, Mama?"

"Mama's getting pretty, she'll be home soon," Satoru shove a spoonful of gratin in his mouth and push a plum against Kouki s lips.

"I want Mama," Kouki started scratching his head.

"You don't want Papa?"

"Mama."

Satoru stare at his son's contorted face. Uh-oh... He can feel a storm is brewing. He immediately shoves out his phone and dialed your number hoping you're available.

"Mama!" Kouki whined grabbing his Satoru's clothes.

"Okay, okay, Papa is calling Mama, you want gratin?" Satoru tried freeing the hem of his shirt from his son's grip and reach out to the bland potato gratin on the counter.

"No!" The mochi whimpered tugging harder.

Satoru knew this was inevitable, he knew his son is as sweet like his Honey but he's still his son. Which mean, temperamental cat.

Your phone is not in coverage area.

"Okay, we're going to the garden, Kouki's going to the garden?" Satoru made a 'gimme hands' to pick up Kouki. He needs to entertain the little mochi 'til you come home.

"Mama?" The lil' mochi opened his arms hugging Papa's neck.

"Later," he ruffled Kouki's hair and walk to the sliding door leading to the inner garden where they usually have direct sunlight early morning.

"Mama."

"You don't want Papa?"

Satoru look down his son unable to answer him. It's not new that Kouki would definitely go after you. You're with him the whole day while Satoru would be in the night, just few hours since the mochi would sleep by eight and there would be times Satoru's overseas.

And as much as he wants to be his son's favorite person it's not that easy.

Playing with his Papa's large hands Kouki stare at his Papa, reaching up to remove the glasses.

"Papa?"

"Hmmm?"

"You sad?"

Pure eyes stare to the iridescent blue orbs, tiny fingers reach up to his father's face swiping over the eyes.

"Pain, pain fwly 'way," Kouki kiss Satoru's eyes thinking his father is hurt.

Satoru stare at his son who immediately wrap the baby arms around his neck to hug him tight.

Satoru's eyes softened, patting his son's head with a 'thank you' and kiss. Unexplainable warmth and gratefulness envelope his being flushing away the little grey clouds he was having earlier just from the little force of his mochi's hug.

"You love Papa?"

"Umu, love Papa," the mochi agreed making Satoru smile. "Mama?" But of course there's addition to that.

At first Satoru's worried Kouki is always monopolizing you away from him. Now, Satoru is strategizing how to monopolize Kouki away from you.

"Let's watch Totoro?"

"Kou wants Carcifer."

"Calcifer, say Cal-ci-fer."

"Calfer"

"Why did you shortcut? Lazy squirt."

Biting the irresistible chubby cheeks Satoru walk back in the house to the theater room, and play a Ghibli Studios movie of this weird walking castle powered by a fire in the hearth.

Their lunch and the especially ordered plums are forgotten on the kitchen counter as Satoru and Kouki snuggle against each other, in the XXL lovesac bean bag the Kikufuku sitting between his Papa's legs watching the movie. But something doesn't feel right... It's just so weird watching movie without munching over something.

"Sit right here don't move Papa's going to get snacks," Satoru carefully remove himself from his son totally absorbed in the large screen.

Making a dash to the kitchen, grabbing a cola and bags of potato chips Satoru walk back knowing his son is obedient to stay still.

Or so he thought.

A loud cry made Satoru's hairs behind his neck stand and stride quickly to the theater room.

"Papa!"

There's no more Kouki above the lovesac. Satoru look down and saw his son sitting on the floor holding his arms crying.

"Did you fall?" Whatever he was holding Satoru's let go of them making them hit the floor and immediately prioritize his son. Rushing to his side and scoop the mochi cooing him to stop crying.

Fuck, he should've just pause the movie and being Kouki with him.

"Where does it hurt?" Satoru frowned wiping the fat beads of tears rolling down the chubby cheeks and cries of the Kikufuku overtaking his sobs that Satoru's worried he cannot breath.

"H-h're," Kouki hiccupped patting his upper left arm his eyes glistening with tears.

"Shh, Papa's got you love, shhh," Satoru pat his head and rub his hand over the mochi's back hoping to soothe the mochi's pitiful cries.

Walking out of the theater room he walk to the fridge to get ice and the ice pack. Inserting ice to the bag while holding his whimpering son proves to be harder than he expected.

"Shhh, it's okay Papa will kiss the pain, give me your arm," hushing the child Satoru's heart skip in guilt and 'I should've'

"H-hurt," Kouki sob flinching from the ice bag and hid in the spaces of his Papa's neck that Satoru could feel the moisture of his tears seep in his skin.

Satoru bit the insides of his mouth. Pang of guilt hit him. The bean bag is set quite low so the fall must've not been hard and there's a thick carpet to shelter Kouki's fall still, for the little guys it must've been so scary.

"Shhh, it's alright. Papa's here," Satoru repeated again and again to soothe the fears away kissing Kouki's temples while pressing the ice bag gently over the slightly red patch.

How should he explain this to you?

Satoru bit his lips and move to go to Kouki's bedroom upstairs next to the masters room where he sleeps in the night. Opening the door Satoru walk directly on the small baby tent, removing his slippers and bent down to set Kouki and also go in curling his large built barely making it in the dome especially made just for children.

"Papa"

After seeing his Papa lay down beside him Kouki roll over his tummy and scooch in to crawl above his Papa's chest, his favorite position when sleeping with his Papa. Settling his head above Papa's chest letting his long white locks sprawl all over and close his eyes

"I love you Kikufuku," Satoru's whispered to his dozing mochi, kissing his son's forehead Satoru let go of the ice bag and place his hand on the small back of the sleeping child to secure him not to fall again tucking his son to sleep, listening to the soft rhythmic breathes of Kouki, he resigned to also close his eyes after pressing another kiss before finally letting the comfortable silence lull him as well.

The treatment session was great that you feel rejuvenated and your muscles relaxed. You need to thank your husband very well later for his generosity to give you a 'me day'. Your phone died and it's 3:30 when you headed home.

"I'm home," you called out expecting your father and son to come running with chaos behind them but you're greeted with utter silence.

Weird. You thought and change to indoor slippers turning to the kitchen to store in the goods you bought along the way. You notice three of more bags filled of assorted snacks mainly Satoru's foods on the counter top. There's also the unfinished potato gratin in the food container with also a bowl filled of plums above Kouki's uncleaned baby chair.

...

You scratched your head reminding yourself to flick your husband's forehead. No worries you already expected something more than just this. Setting aside your groceries, you bought few ice cream tubs and plums as promised to your son earlier, berries for Satoru who once mentioned craving for berry smoothie at breakfast.

For dinner tonight you had a take out from one of your favorite diners ever since you and Satoru dated, as for your son, there's another meal you prepared early morning, you'll just reheat it.

You noticed the sound coming from the theatre room, probably they're inside but you frown at the cola can ang chips lying on the floor with the movie already in the credits.

"Love?" You called out picking the things and setting it on the nearby table. Turning the large screen off and closing the door. You opened Kouki's play room downstairs but nope.

Going up to your bedroom there's also no Satoru and Kouki, then you notice the door to your son's room slightly parted. Quietly you push the door open and you're greeted of your husband's long legs poking out the small tent while his upper torso is covered inside, you also see your son's feet above his Papa's body.

Yes of course, Kouki always crawl above his Papa whenever they sleep together.

You stalk in and peer down their sleeping faces, flipping your phone out to capture a picture, this cause your husband's groggy eyes to crack open and flash a small smile to you.

"Welcome home," he whispered careful not to disturb the little guy still not alerted his Mama is finally home.

You kneeled to the carpeted floor and slip down to scoot by Satoru's right side who opened his arms for your head to lay on. You giggle and give him a quick peck over his lips and settled yourself watching over Kouki's sleeping face.

"How's your father-son day?" You look up him with waiting eyes.

Satoru weakly smiled and rub circles on your shoulders. This made you feel something's off, he'd usually bombard you with the fun things they did.

"I plead guilty," he sighed, "He feel down the bean bag when I went to get snacks."

Satoru observe your face turn to frown. He knew he's going to pay dearly to Mommy but it's not like he can keep it a secret.

"Then?" You urge him to continue.

"He said his arms hurt and I cold compressed it then we snuggled here," Satoru dreaded and at the same time fervently waited for your final verdict. "I should've brought him with me." He sighed.

"Lemme get an ointment," you stood up and walk to the cabinet where you store your son's needs and things. Rummaging for his ointment you sit down and ask where he hurt his arm.

"You're angry?" Satoru peered to you waiting for any reaction other than your focused look on spreading the cream.

"Angry is a strong word, just a little surprised and definitely worried," you closed the ointment and stood up to put it back the cabinet.

"I'm sorry," Satoru held his breath.

You stare at your husband having his internal conflict base on the blank look of his face and his eyes time to time narrowing and softening.

Slipping back beside him pulling on his arm to let your head lay on the strong biceps you met him eye to eye cupping Satoru's face with a tender smile on your lips

"It was an accident and cliché as it is but there's no perfect strategy in parenting." You said softly with an assuring smile before leaning close to kiss his eyes.

Satoru stayed silent immersing himself to the warmth your hands provide

"Just tend to him better next time. Besides I also did it, remember the time he got stuck in the drawer of his closet that I forgot to close. I felt my soul panicking how to get him out of there," you bit your lips remembering that memory. Your son has the quirk of getting stuck in unexpected places, he's just one year and few months old you should dread the coming years of your little troublemaker.

"He's definitely a cat trapped in a human body," Satoru run his hand over his face and grinned. You chuckled and nuzzled to Satoru's side pressing a chaste kiss on the underside of his jaws.

You noticed the small body shift and your son slowly flutter his arctic lashes open looking around to get his bearings rubbing his eyes.

"Hi sweetheart, how was your sleep?"

You called him and he look at you still a little lost before smiling sweetly that could melt the frost to spring.

"Mama!"

You smiled and scoop him from his Papa's chest to your bosom to hug him tight littering kisses on his face and he squeals in delight.

"Mama misses you Sweetheart, did you behave with Papa?"

You prop your legs up and let him sit above your stomach while Satoru adjust his body closer to you and press a kiss to your forehead.

"Papa buy me Yakwult," your son clapped his hands.

Oh yeah, you did notice numerous packages of Yakult while setting the groceries aside.

"What else?"

"Ice cream, plums..." And your son started blabbering of the sweets he and Papa bought.

You carried the little guy up to the kitchen and Satoru followed feeling his waist ache a little from sleeping in such low arrangement.

Kouki finished his mashed potato, carrot sticks with plums and strawberries while you and Satoru feast on various fried chicken in the bucket often times it's Satoru sneaking a bite on yours because, why not? Your food has always taste better when he eat with you

You had your short bath with Kouki while Satoru wash the dishes, and after fitting in your son in one of the white bunny onesies you also wore the pink one while you gave the sky blue to Satoru—Satoru's not a picky wearer in pajamas, so he doesn't mind moreover he would be the one to initiate a pictorial.

"And I defeated the witch, then your Mama and I run away," Satoru was so absorbed in telling his son his 'fairytale story' he didn't realize the Kikufuku was long knocked out suckling on his thumb while you yawn beside him.

"And we started our happy ever after!" Satoru grinned to look down but deflated seeing his audience already in Lala land. We all know he thrives in attention and his throat is close to parch and no smile or clap from his wife and son? Unfair.

"Hey Honey," Satoru poke your cheeks, and stood up carefully removing your body from Kouki and lift you up to move to your marital bedroom.

Switching the light to dim Satoru close the door and you crack your eyes open giving him the favor of opening the door of your bedroom when he already have his hands full of you.

"Thank you for today Satoru," you reach up to brush his cheeks as he set you softly the bed and he climb in with you pulling you close to him.

"Of course I'm your best husband."

Well of course you're my only husband. You sighed and let it go. You can't simply picture out being with another man, sure Satoru isn't perfect, no he is so far from perfect but he's been the one who can go along with your silliness and make the sparks turn to comforting flame in your heart.

"Let's go to the zoo next weekend?" Satoru offered fiddling with your hair between his fingers after throwing the covers over your bodies and turning the light to dim, settling in for the night.

"Sure why not, Kouki's been playing with his panda bear from Principal Yaga, it'd be cute to film his reaction when he sees a real one," you chuckled.

Satoru's eyes softened at the sight of your smile. It never lost how the slight crinkle of your eyes and curve of your lips can infect him with happiness moreover it only spur his inner instincts to cradle you and Kouki in his arms away from the grasps of despair and uncertainties. Whenever he comes home to see you waiting for him with his son—safe and happy—Satoru finds the answer why he's working hard.

But for now. Satoru clears his throat, he's been inhaling the jasmine scent on you and it's driving his senses to a frenzy tingling urge of tasting you.

"Don't you think you owe me something Mommy?"

That made you grin and lay to your side, propping your arms to stare on his awaiting face.

"I do?"

"You're all pretty and sweet and you expect me to keep my hands to myself? No you don't, time to collect my payment Honey," his fingers found the button of your bunny onesie.

"Wait, wait," you stop him making Satoru frown.

You reach down to his ass finding the cotton ball tail making him jump forward and look at you scandalized with mouth open wide.

"How dare you, that's it you naughty, naughty bunny you're mine!" Satoru growled at you wrapping his arms around your waist before you can escape him and pinch your butt making you yelp.

—GreyCaelum

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Finally

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of violence & death, nsfw content

Summary: reader finally sees her lover Eren after the team retrieves him to the airship, yet he’s not the same. Will she bring him back?

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: Forgive me if some details are inaccurate, this is my rendering of the situation, so some things may not add up!

Finally.

Finally, the day you’re going to see Eren again.

You shivered with anticipation, thinking about the letters that were going sparse, until there were none. You’ve been inseparable, supporting each other every step of the way, but Eren had to deal with unthinkable, horrible things along the same steps too, and you couldn’t take all of it away – the burning hatred seeped into his brain, numbing his senses and compassion.

He offered no explanation in letters as to why he’d stopped writing so often, and you didn’t ask for one – he’s in enemy’s land, surely he has his reasons, but deep down you knew he was pushing you away.

What were you going to say to him? Will you hug him? Will he hug you? You had no idea, and it was killing you.

Your adrenaline was over the roof. Everything around you was destroyed, splintered, ground to pieces – Eren did that.

It seemed that you lost it when you realized that Eren had transformed without the care of hurting innocent civilians – his sense of revenge was stronger than anything else. You haven’t been able to approach him yet, to look into his mesmerizing jade eyes. You suspected Captain Levi has positioned you away from him on purpose – who knows how you and Eren would’ve reacted to each other’s presence after so long.

You felt the insides of your stomach turn as you hooked your cables on the airship and zipped-lined towards it. Just a minute ago you saw how Mikasa made it inside, dragging Eren along. You heard a commotion above you – Captain Levi was cussing Eren out. The casual.

You felt how everyone stopped whatever they were doing as you were climbing on board – secretly, they all wanted to know what will happen once you two meet again. That’s how powerful you two are. Were.

Out of breath, you stood up, regaining your posture, your rifle still in hands as you finally looked at him: if not for the emerald sheen of his eyes, you wouldn’t have recognized this ragged, miserable man with a chestnut resembling that of a lion.

You stared into each other, the unbearable grief that consumed you rendering you immobile. Quickly, your vision worsened, tears blurring your eyes as you realized there’s nothing behind those of Eren. He looks at you, yet doesn’t say anything, doesn’t feel anything.

“Move,” Captain Levi muttered and lightly pushed you aside.

You tore your gaze away from Eren, breathing shallow breaths as you stumbled towards the wall, leaning on it.

And then you heard the shot.

It was unbearable. One fleeting moment, one slightest miscalculation, and she’s gone. Sasha is gone.

You kneeled beside her tomb with your head hanging down, hot teardrops sinking into the pale stone. Everything was always shit, but now… now it’s pure hell. You sobbed and raised your head to look at the cloudy sky, cutting off the air flow, trying to pull yourself together.

“Hey,” Jean approached you, Connie not far behind. “Come here.”

He crouched down to your level and placed his palms on your shoulders reassuringly, helping you stand up.

Eren was nowhere to be seen. He kept to himself in his quarters, but Captain Levi forbid anyone to properly visit him anyway. He thought Eren’s unstable.

But you thought the opposite. Eren’s perfectly stable – the deadly precision, calculation and determination fueled his conscious, revenge-fueled decisions, and frankly, you were afraid. He wasn’t thrashing around like he would years ago, screaming and tearing everything apart, consumed by fury – he knew what he was doing now.

The last time you laid eyes on him was during Sasha’s funeral, but it seemed that he wasn’t even there. His body was, of course, but his mind was fleeting somewhere else, somewhere where he could continue plotting the utter extermination of every last one of his enemies.

It’s going to be hard, bringing him back. Hell, you didn’t even know if it’s possible – he truly looked like a goner. But you were going to try, because there isn’t any other living being in the world you love more than Eren Jaeger.

You sat on your bed, facing the one that belonged to Sasha. She would tell you to stand up and go straight to Eren and whoop his ass for ignoring you.

You sank your teeth in your lower lip as you stood up and made your way towards Captain Levi’s office.

“Come in,” his low voice muttered after you knocked. He rolled his eyes when he saw it’s you.

“What is it?” he asked, his desk already stuffed with a bunch of paperwork.

“I need to visit Eren.” you realized how selfish your request sounds in the midst of everything, but you couldn’t help it.

“No.” he answered after a few seconds of regarding you, without any care in the world. “You’ll just wind him up.”

Your heart skipped a beat – if Captain Levi thought that Eren still feels something for you, then maybe it’s true.

“Please, Captain, I –”

“Stop whining, brat.” he hissed, silencing you.

There was a wall of miscommunication between the two of you as you stared at each other, trying to convince one another silently.

He put down his pen after a few moments and leaned back in his chair as he sighed slowly. “You’re gonna do it anyway, aren’t you?”

You shrugged ever so slightly as you stared at nothing in particular.

Some more silence passed. “I’ve not yet decided on giving you week’s-worth punishment for insubordination, but go. Get out.”

“Thank you, Captain.” you bowed your head to him quickly, suppressing your smile as you basically ran away.

Levi rubbed his forehead. “Stupid brats.”

As you approached the door of Eren’s room, your heart pounded against your ribs so hard, you truly thought they’re going to crack. Yet here you were, standing within a step from the door, eyeing the little crack of light that emits from within – it’s not completely closed.

You lifted your trembling arm and knocked softly, then once again, harder this time, thinking he may not have heard it.

“Eren?” you whispered weakly after you got no reply once again.

You gulped and pushed the door further, stepping in – empty. He’s not here.

You released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding as you stepped further, looking around. The whole room looked almost untouched if not for the sack of a few items he brought from his old room. Your eyes flicked towards a stack of letters on the desk – your letters.

Your lower lip quivered as you approached them, picking one up – not even opened.

Pain and anger spun like a vortex inside you, bringing hot tears to your eyes. How important must’ve been the reason that he denied you the slightest explanation?

The letter dropped back to the desk as you flinched, hearing the door shut behind you.

Gasping quietly, you turned around, seeing him clearly for the first time since a couple of days ago. He stood there in all his cool, newfound glory: hair long enough to be messily gathered in a bun, naked torso adorned with chiseled abs, V line protruding from his waistline, and pants that hugged his muscular legs.

He had a toweled hanging over his shoulder – that’s where he’s been, in the showers.

You didn’t know what was the exact reason for the hot blush that crept to your face in a second – the fact that Eren is even more attractive than you remember, or that you stood there like a mute, with your jaw basically on the floor.

His own gaze was unreadable – he watched you like a hawk as he approached the chair and draped the towel over its back, stuffing his hands in his pockets afterwards.

You snapped awake, glancing at the letters behind you, and then back at him. “You never opened them.”

“You need to forget me,” he spoke, staring directly in your eyes. “I’ve only have a few years left anyway, if I’m lucky.”

It hurt you how assured of his words he was as you turned your body from him, desperately trying to calm down. He stood there just the same when you dared to look at him again.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, failing to conceal the tremble that laced your voice. “I’ve told you countless times, I’m with you until the end, and even then.”

“That’s exactly why.” he raised his voice just a bit, reminding of the old Eren you used to know. “I can’t bear the fact that you’re okay with… all this.”

You covered your face with your palms momentarily before stepping a couple of steps closer to him. “Did you honestly think I’ll go down with this scheme of yours?”

“I’m determined to make it happen.”

“Eren, don’t be stupid!” you couldn’t control yourself anymore. “I’m not some… weak maiden in need of constant attention! I’m your partner!”

“You want to be partner of the monster that I am?” he asked, a faint hint of disappointment in his voice.

You sighed, closing your eyes. “Eren…”

“I’m a murderer.” he said as he lessened the space between you a little more, trying to impose his truth on you – you could almost feel his breath on your skin, what made another shiver run down your spine.

You opened your eyes abruptly, because you knew he expected that you won’t be able to even look at him after what he’s done. His jade eyes were the same as before as you drowned in them.

You couldn’t help as you placed your dainty palms on his ripped upper arms, the tips of your fingers jolting with electricity. Eren felt that too, for you heard him draw in a sharp breath.

You were going to say something, but right now you couldn’t focus on anything other than your skins touching again, after all this time. You gulped as you gathered courage to lightly stroke down to his forearms.

“You’re not a monster.” you spoke again. “You’re just a hurt boy who can’t help but hurt others.”

He stayed silent, because he knew it’s true. You always did this to him – always had one last argument that made him shut up. His eyes became glassy as he looked down in shame, gripping your own forearms in his calloused palms.

“Come here,” you mumbled as you wound your arms around his neck, cradling him, as his own arms snaked around your waist, head buried in the crook of your neck.

You were only hugging, but it felt ecstatic. You gripped him tightly, swearing to yourself never to let go again. You felt a few wet drops run down your shoulder, yet Eren didn’t release a sound – you knew he was holding back.

“I’m sorry for everything.” he whispered. “You don’t deserve this.”

“Eren, you’re never getting rid of me.” you whispered into his hair before planting a tender kiss on his head.

He released a breathy laugh, tickling your neck. You nuzzled into each other more, and then you felt his lips on your neck, pecking it lightly, immediately blazing flames in your lower region.

You arched your neck back, providing him with an easier access to your skin. You couldn’t suppress a small gasp as his hot breath trailed up to your jaw, along with his longing-filled kisses.

“I missed you.” he whispered against your jaw, before pecking just below the corner of your lips.

Your mind was already in shambles. “Believe me, I missed you more.”

Your lips finally collided: desperate, needy, hungry. His fingers dug into your hips, aligning your centers as your palms slid down to the either side of his neck. You moaned into his lips between the famished, open-mouthed kisses as he gripped your behind, trying to savor it all.

Your palms were running down his chest on their own, exploring every crevice and scar, some old and some new, still unexplored. You felt his hand slide under the hem of your shirt up to your ribs, leaving a scalding-hot trail in its wake.

You rutted your hips against his automatically, getting needier with every passing second, your hands hooked around his neck again, holding on for dear life.

Your jaw slacked as he sneaked his hand under your bra, his fingers coming in contact with your hardened nipple. He drew back a little so that he could see your flushed face and hazy eyes, a light sheen of saliva reflecting from your slightly lolled out tongue.

“More, you say? Just how much?” he teased, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips repeatedly, the corners of his lips upturned ever so slightly.

“Really, really much,” you whimpered before he discarded you of your shirt and bra, his hands roaming down your sides as he sucked on your jugular, your hands buried in his hair, ruining his bun.

“Jump.” he said between the wet kisses as you felt his hands under your thighs.

He made his way towards the bed before gently dropping you down on it, feeling the tent in his pants become unbearable, almost painful. How could it not, when you lay sprawled out under him, hair messy around your head like a halo, all the while needy breaths escaping your lips?

You knew exactly what you were doing to him, but you wanted to drive him crazy, to make up for all the painful time you’ve spent apart. You started wriggling out of your leggings, your gaze never leaving his eyes. He unbuttoned his own pants before they slid to the ground, revealing a formed tent under his boxers.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by your calves and yanked you closer, forcing a yelp from you. Second after his lips crashed on yours again, making their way down, passing your neck, collarbones, stomach, until they reached their destination.

You found it hard to breathe as he kissed your inner tight, getting closer and closer to where you needed him most.

“Eren,” you whimpered, your eyes closed, hands gripping the sheets. “Please…”

You felt him smile against your thigh before his tongue flicked against your clothed clit lightly, coaxing another high-pitched moan from you.

You put the back of your hand against your mouth quickly, embarrassed at the sudden reaction. You felt the bed shift before you opened your eyes and saw him parallel with your own body again.

“Don’t,” he asked as he removed your arm from your face. “I want to hear every little sound you make.”

He kissed you once before making his way back, hooking his fingers on your panties and sliding them down painfully slowly. The cold air on your skin peppered it with goosebumps, yet when you felt Eren’s face lower to your center, your body ignited once again.

A moan got stuck in your throat as you felt Eren’s slick tongue go all the way from your entrance to your clit, circling it, literally driving you crazy.

“Eren,” you moaned, the back of your head buried into the mattress as you wound your hands through his hair, completely ruining the bun, his chestnut hair falling to the sides and framing his face.

His fingers dug into your thighs as he pleasured you with his tongue, awakening the passion in you that was dormant during his absence.

Eren loved the taste of you on his tongue as he sucked on you, holding down your squirming hips. He knew you were close; he remembers everything your body language tells him.

“E-Eren, I’m gonna—” you choked out, confirming his observations.

You felt cold air hit your slick folds as Eren drew back, quickly discarding himself of his last piece of clothing before he leaned down, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips.

“Ready?” he breathed into your lips, receiving a nod.

The burning sensation followed his dick breaching your entrance, stretching it out after so long.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your mouth, having forgotten just how good your pussy feels.

You choked out a groan as you wound your legs around his waist, urging him to plunge deeper, despite the slight pain that strains you.

“This good?” he asks between his heavy breathing as he makes his way deeper into you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you nod quickly, your voice out of tune.

He finally hits your cervix, staying like that for a few moments, allowing you to adjust, peppering your neck with kisses as your chest rises and falls heavily.

You kiss his lips as you place a hand against his buttocks, urging him to go on. He goes back to the point of pulling out before hitting you deep again, building up his pace as he does so.

Your mind is getting hazier with each thrust – it seemed that the room turned into a sauna as you could almost see the huffs of air that escaped both of your mouths.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he groaned against your ear as he pinned your hand above to your head, intertwining his fingers with yours.

He was barely controlling himself as your pussy clenched around him – he probably never had to restrain himself with you as he does now, regarding the absence of your touch for such a long amount of time. You’ve never been apart that long, and he hoped you’ll never be again.

“Eren!” you screamed, sensing your release fast approaching as you wound your hands around his neck.

He pounded into you hard, bringing some steamy memories of your times before for a moment.

Finally, you fell, arching your back, your stomach gliding against his, as every nerve of your brain exploded. Eren continued thrusting into you until a few moments after you felt his own release spilling inside you.

He moaned against the crook of your neck, planting a few kisses. He rolled to your side and faced the ceiling with his eyes closed, until they snapped open again, hearing you sniffle.

Guilt washed over him like a tempest as he leaned on his side, gently gripping your waist as you covered your eyes with the back of your forearm. “Did I hurt you??”

“No!” you yelped and removed your arm from your face, placing your palm on his cheek instead. For a moment you were so frightened he would blame himself for something he didn’t even do.

“No,” you repeated, more softly. “I’m just really happy you’re here.”

He leaned his forehead to yours, worry leaving his body almost visibly. He sighed as he brought you closer.

You tucked a few of his locks behind his ear, making him look a couple years younger. “I love your hair.”

Eren chuckled, his eyes still closed in the afterglow bliss. “Captain hates it. He said –”

Then it dawned on him. “Wait, how did you get here?” he leaned on his forearm as he looked at you, genuinely interested, amusement threatening to widen his smile any moment.

“I simply asked Captain.”

Eren raised an eyebrow. “And he let you?? Just like that?”

“Well,” you trailed off. “He did mention something about a punishment for insubordination…”

“Unbelievable,” Eren whispered, as he sunk back into the mattress, quiet laughs emanating from his chest, as you drew shapes on it with a stupid smile on your face. “And you still came.”

“I’ll be fine if you visit me at least twice while I’m behind bars?”

You two laughed even harder, and this moment, this tiny moment in the vast space surrounding everything, was perfect.

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