#i wish i could draw i would love to draw swift in all his scarred up glory
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more brightswiftcloud thoughts bc i was asked!
okay. so i imagine swift and bright both having a rough time with scars hurting in the winter, but swift moreso bc my mental design for him involves several large patches of scarring where there’s just no fur and thats Yikes. so in the winter they all sleep together in a big cuddle pile to try and help with that, and cuddle during the day when they can!
speaking of sleeping places, i waffled on that a lot but i decided they mostly stick to their respective dens, with occasional sleepovers between two of them or all three
not a ship thing but swiftscar has very mild hearing issues and more moderate balance issues thanks to his ears being shredded and losing half of his tail. i keep trying to implement that in the fics and then i dont rip.
they’re all very protective of one another, extremely close-knit, but tbh, swiftscar is the scariest (yes, it is partially bc hes my favorite, thanks) (after him is brightheart, then cloudtail, who’s more bark than bite). he’s got the Trauma but when his family is threatened he flips. he survived fighting a dog pack, he is not a bad warrior at all despite being a medicine cat now. also the scars and everything serve to make him extra intimidating.
as for whitewing, they’re just as protective of her. brightheart is probably the most strict of them but not by much; she just wants her to be a good warrior. cloudtail is the fun goofy parent, and swiftscar is the best at talking through problems. they’re all pretty good at that, though, from working with each other. i really would like to explore this more in d2d if i can, it’s just hard with the nature of canon being that bright & cloud are Gone for a big chunk of time
i haven’t thought about them much in the context of dovewing and ivypool—i want their story to play out in the same basic way, though, so i can’t let them affect too much. i think they’d make good grandparents, but even so that’s not always enough to keep someone away from the dark forest. which they’d probably feel very guilty about
i don’t think any of them really respect authority—or they do, but very conditionally. they like firestar, of course (well, most of the time), butttttt they’ve seen what bad leadership does. they’re not above speaking out against bad rules, bad leaders, etc. i mean, swift got the whole mates & kits medcat code dropped! main character syndrome honestly
i think swiftscar is the most deeply affected by their trauma (again, partially bc he’s my fave), but brightheart probably has the most anxiety about being a warrior? not in whether she’s good enough necessarily, but if she’s helping her apprentice in the best way, or about clan matters in general. cloudtail doesn’t strike me as an anxious guy.
i feel like i should have more cute and fluffy headcanons but i do not. sorry. i’m bad at fluff. also i haven’t read canon in ages so if anything feels ooc simply Ignore It, it’s headcanon
#warrior cats#swiftpaw#brightheart#cloudtail#brightswiftcloud#swiftbrightcloud#i can never decide#they need a shorter ship name i say that every time#swftbrtcld lol take a page out of bnha ship names#i wish i could draw i would love to draw swift in all his scarred up glory#there were some reallyyyyyy fun scenes to write in d2d ft angry swiftscar and i love that for him#oh also#overwriting epitaphs#dusk 2 dawn#swiftpaw’s chance
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Invisible String
Synopsis:
While in bed with Ezra, you tell him how you think you two were always destined to find your way to each other.
(it's also my apology for the angst fic and this Taylor Swift song hits in ways you don't know)
Genre: Fluff just tooth rotting fluff.
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It has already been about six months since you and Ezra have been reunited and three months since you two started dating and living together. It wasn't a difficult transition from being friends to lovers, not when you and him had so much history. It felt almost too natural, like you two were meant to end up here.
You and Ezra both grew up with the other members of the ghost crew, you more than him. You were younger than him by three years, but you were part of the crew way before him. When he disappeared, you and Sabine took it so hard, but Sabine at least had an outlet for a while when she was training with Ahsoka, while you stayed behind to help out the resistance in any way that you could.
All those years apart and gaining experiences, though different made you think about the what ifs in life.
"What are you thinking about?" Ezra asked softly as his fingers carded through your hair.
"Just...what if you stayed here. Like you didn't get to sacrifice yourself. Would we have arrived at this point in our lives still?" You asked truthfully.
"I think we would, maybe a lot faster than we did. I also think that it would have been less complicated too. I think I would have confessed to you in a nice field somewhere in either Lothal or we could go to Naboo." Ezra said looking at the ceiling.
"I think I would've liked that, but am I biased if I like the one I did get?" You teased.
"What? The one I said while I had the flu? You're weird." He laughed.
"Only for you." You joked.
You lay your head on his bare chest drawing patterns on it and some of the blaster scars he must've gotten in his time in Peridea. Ezra looked down on you, feeling content and happy, when he asked you a question as well.
Imagine how different life would've been if I declined Kanan's offer to teach me the ways of a Jedi." He said softly.
"I wouldn't have met you, gotten close to you and all of our little adventures with Sabine would be non existent. I don't think Lothal would be free without you." You said softly.
"I wouldn't know how happy I could've been." You added as you looked up at him through your lashes.
"Aw geez, you really know how to fluster a guy." Ezra said as a blush creeped up his face.
"You know I did try though, date other people while you were gone but they didn't work out." You whispered.
"I know, Sabine told me and that's totally fine. Like I told her, as much as I love you and wish to be with you, I don't want you waiting around for someone who might not come back." Ezra added kindly.
"No, Ezra. They didn't work out because I was looking for you in all of them. I was trying to see glimpses of you in them but, then again there's only one you."
It was silent for a while as Ezra let those words sink in. He felt so much unbridled happiness at the thought. He just felt so much happiness.
"I read a book somewhere how some people are connected by the force, or for some a red string, but with how life was with us. The way we keep finding each other. I'm starting to think ours is no measley red string. I think ours is a golden thread." Ezra said.
"Well aren't you a romantic." You teased as you poked his chest.
"Only for you." He returned your earlier words to you.
"Since we're not as busy in the resistance as of yet, wanna come with me to Yavin-4. I want to show you somewhere I used to go before I joined the ghost." You asked.
"Honestly I'd go anywhere with you. I don't think I can handle being away from you for too long now." He said as he kissed your temple.
"You're such a sap. Jacen tells me you talk his ear off during training and you just tell him how we met, albeit very different from how we actually met." You teased.
Ezra looks at you with a teasing grin as he shifts himself to hover over you and moves his hands to where you're ticklish. Letting the sound of both your laughter echo in your little haven. Although Ezra finds it funny to tickle you and finds it even funnier that now that you're both older, you're struggling to get him off of you, but he was much more focused on the sound of your laughter. A sound he truly did miss while in exile.
"Stop, stop, I admit defeat to the great Jabba the Hut!" You exclaimed a bit breathless.
"What? The great Jabba can't hear you clearly?" He said grinning.
"Oh great Jabba, love of my life, sunshine boy, I surrender." You said catching your breath as Ezra slowed his ministrations to a stop.
"Yay! You are now the captive of Jabba!" He said as he dropped his entire bodyweight on you.
"Ezra, no, you're heavier now and you're huge. You're as heavy as a loth wolf or something." You whined playfully.
"This Loth wolf wants to cuddle his darling girl, awooo" Ezra said hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
You card your fingers through his locks and he looks at you. Eyes full of affection, one you're sure you're reciprocating. At that moment, Ezra immediately knew that there was no time more perfect than this. No crowds, no fancy preparation, just you two in your happiest moment in your comfortable pajamas, with the light of the moon being the only light source in the room.
"Marry me?" Ezra asked shyly.
"Huh?" You asked, wanting to be sure.
Ezra moved away from you, allowing you to sit up as he opened a compartment in his bedside drawer, pulling out a small box. He then situated himself in front of you once more as he opened the box and got down on one knee.
"Will you marry me, your goofy and very much smitten boyfriend and make me the happiest guy in the universe, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" Ezra asked, his voice shaky as the nerves were settling in.
Your eyes pricked with tears, as you hugged Ezra tightly, nodding your head.
"Yes Ezra. Always yes." You answered as you pulled away.
"Thank the force, I thought I was getting a 'not yet Ezra', I mean I wouldn't mind it but that would definitely destroy my confidence." Ezra said as his own tears of joy rolled down his face.
He grabbed your hand and placed a beautiful ring on your hand. It wasn't too in your face or intricate but it was the perfect ring. You then noticed a certain detail engraved inside the ring.
"Ezra, did you ask the ring maker to engrave this?" You asked, a soft smile on your face.
Ezra looked at you as you handed him the ring so he could see it and he grinned as he read the words.
One single thread of gold tied me to you.
"Yeah, I did. I feel like it sums us up perfectly." Ezra said as he placed the ring back on your finger.
"I love you, I'll always find my way back to you." You said softly.
"I'd wait forever for you too. Now, let's sleep my future Mrs. Bridger." Ezra said with the brightest smile.
"Alright, only because I'd wake up seeing your handsome face." You said as you snuggled closer to Ezra.
The future was truly bright for you two. You won't know what would happen next but as long as you two are together. That would be enough.
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Reiner Braun - Wonderland (part 2)
Hullo! Part 2 of Wonderland is finally here! I know I previously said it would only have two parts, but it is highly likely I'll need at least one more part before calling it quits! hope you enjoy this <;3 (part 1 here) (part 3 here)
Follows AOT timeline, so please be mindful of any spoilers ahead. Specifically, this first part contains spoilers from season 4 (ish). The segments and different timezones of the story are divided by quotes from different Taylor Swift songs, which were vital for the formation of this idea. More specifically, the song that served as the backbone for this part of the story was Wildest dreams, from the 1989 album (I wish there was a Taylor's version for it, but we'll have to wait I guess.) This part also used Illicit affairs, from the Folklore album and Getaway Car, from the reputation album.
gn! reader.
usual AOT violence.
1.3 K words.
-> tag list for my dear readers who were waiting for an update! lmk if you want to be added <3 @maliakealoha, @turituri09.
I thought "Heaven can't help me now".
A familiar scent tingled your senses, you could recognise the smell of his cologne even in such a busy street, with Sasha shoving ice cream up to your face and local food sellers frying their specialties in the main road. You took a quick glare over the crowd, scanning the millions of faces just to see him standing against one of the shop's wall - his eyes locked on your figure since God knows how long, merely hiding away from the rest of the Survey Corps. It was a miracle Levi didn't notice him staring - things could have escalated quickly otherwise.
You took Hange and the rest of your team to explore the city, explaining everything about their cultural and technological development.
"You've picked up the accent."
Jean scoffed, now bored of listening to everything you had to say. In the past 9 months, you had a full immersion experience of Liberio - you even managed to obtain a driving license. Hange had told you to maintain a discrete profile whilst trying to acquire as many skills as possible, and you did. Onyankopon as your main teacher, you had managed to completely blend in with the citizens of a nation that tried to exterminate your own population, destroying the city you grew up in and killing the people you loved. A nation that birthed Reiner, the love of your life, your nemesis - everything and nothing at the same time, the person that gave you everything and scarred you the most.
When the meeting was over, you greeted everyone and decided to part ways with them.
"They'll get suspicious if I won't be back.. Have fun for me too!"
You said, leaving the building before anyone could stop you or convince you otherwise.
Make sure nobody sees you leave. Hood over your head, keep your eyes down.
Finally entering what had now become your home, you took off the hooded cloak and hang it by the door. Hold habits die hard after all - and despite your cloak didn't have the wings of freedom on its back, it still reminded you of home, of Paradis, of your mission.
"Did they like it?"
Reiner said, greeting you at the door with a warm cup of coffee and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You only nodded in response, smiling weakly and accepting the cup of coffee. Making your way to the sofa, you let yourself fall on the soft fabric and kept silent. Replaying the day you just spent with your fellow comrades, you wondered whether it was fair for you to hate Reiner so much. Now that you're sitting in his apartment, drinking his coffee, living in his town. It's easy to wonder what life would be like if it wasn't for all these little games, the wars, the hate. You never questioned your loyalty towards Paradis, but sometimes you wished Reiner questioned his. After all, he was serving a country that hated him down to every stupid cell of his body.
His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.
Tangled up in bed, you're full of him. Reiner's finger tips slowly drawing imaginary patterns on your soft skin whilst he tries to catch his breath. Making love with him was always exhausting, full of passion, and hate, and love, and remorse. It was an explosion of feelings, something that felt so right but so wrong. Loving him was incredibly easy - his features had grown with him, so much sometimes you could almost forget what he did. You could only see the beautiful man he had become, the thoughtful, loving man who only wanted to redeem himself. Who fell on his knees the first time he saw you again and begged for your forgiveness, because his feelings were always real. Because he had loved you since the first day of training as cadets and continued to do so even after so, so many years. Because he hated himself for what he did, wishing he stayed - wishing he would have known better.
It was always easy for Reiner to hit your soft spot, he was your only weakness. Your only motivation. If only your friends knew about this.. no one would approve this. But now your hair smell like his cologne and his lips taste like you, creating a bubble that you hoped would never pop.
"Say you'll remember me."
You whispered, passing your fingers through his blonde hair. Reiner raises an eyebrow in response, melting into your touch.
"Once this will be over."
You whisper again, biting your lips to try and stop the tears from flooding your eyes. His rough hand caresses your cheek and you melt onto his touch, your face slowly adhering to his palm. The sorrow your hearts feel is the same, after all, he only has a few years left.
"I will. Rosy cheeks and all."
Reiner answered, pulling you closer to him and hugging you tightly to his chest. You smiled, grabbing his face between your hands, taking your time to admire the handsome man you lover was. The way time and pain have marked his face, tracing little wrinkles around his forehead and eyes. His strong arms were now holding you and keeping you safe, and that's how you wanted to remember your lover. Handsome, in love, and yours.
It's no surprise I turned you in, 'cause us traitors never win.
When you snuggled out of bed that morning, Reiner was still in deep sleep. Gentle snores filled the room and allowed you to dress up silently, packing the few thing you had left in his room. You took a second to observe him, as if you could photograph this moment with your pupils. The white sheets were messily covered his toned body, the bed still messy from the night before. You stared at him for a little longer, whispering a little "I love you" to him before leaving that apartment forever. Closing the door behind your back, you put the hood of your cloak on to cover your face - and wondered if he felt the same way 5 years ago, when he ran and never came back. If he felt the same ache in his heart, if he felt this much love for you - if he felt as a traitor.
It was too late to think look back now, as you put your new ODM gear on. Levi had been rehearsing the plan all day, everything was ready: Eren would signal the start of the counterattack.
Standing on the roof of a building, you observed the plan unravel swiftly, everything going according to plan.
"Everything okay?"
Jean carefully asked, noticing how you zoned out when Reiner crossed the stage. You shook your head weakly in response as you hoped with every fibre of your being he would not be Eren's aim. If Tybur was the main target of this campaign, why was Reiner even remotely involved?
Before you could even think twice about it, you were flying around buildings, fighting civilians and avoiding any stone Eren's titan would throw. You fought, you killed. The blood of civilian's that greeted you every morning and sold you the coffee you loved so much was now on your hands, and it was hard to ignore. It was hard to think that a more diplomatic approach wouldn't have solved things. Rushing to the airship to retire and follow the orders received from your superiors, you looked at Liberio for one last time. Scanning through the building, the smoke, the shots, you finally managed to catch a glimpse of the Armoured Titan. A bittersweet smile formed on your lips as you followed the titan's movements from above - it looked as beautiful as its owner, as crazy as this might have sounded. A chuckle escaped your lips as a tear streamed down your cheek, burning your skin as if your eyes were leaking acid.
I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed.
#aot headcanons#aot x y/n#reiner headcanons#reiner attack on titan#snk reiner#reiner x reader#reiner braun#reiner x y/n#shingeki no kyojin reiner#reiner aot#reiner x you#reiner x oc#reiner fluff#reiner fanfic#reiner fanart#reiner brown#armin x reader#jean attack on titan#jean aot#jean x reader#armin aot#aot x reader#aot x you#aot imagines#aot fandom#aot oc#shingeki no kyojin#attack on titan#aot#aot x gn!reader
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✦ - cardigan
• pairing: mike wheeler x female reader
• warnings: swears
• inspiration: cardigan - taylor swift
• author’s notes: please send me some stranger things requests!
it was strange to say the least.
the new world you were thrown into once you and eleven escaped the lab.
you gained a sense of freedom that you never had before. and with that freedom came a new family. a true family.
no longer were you engulfed by walls that were sickeningly pale. now in front of you were new opportunities (even though hopper kept you inside most of the time).
and with those new opportunities and new family meant that you met new people.
it meant that you met michael wheeler.
the boy with the shaggy black hair and freckles that coated his face like an artists coats his canvas in paint.
he was one of the most beautiful people you have ever laid your eyes on.
and he thought the same about you. god, how he adored you, especially when he first laid his eyes on you.
no matter if you wore that dirty shirt from the buger shop or had a buzzed head, he still thought you were gorgeous.
you miss those days.
the days where he would practically worship you and was attached at your hip.
the days when he would kiss you so gently that it felt as if clouds were nipping at your lips.
but there was something that was always distant about mike.
no matter how much he claimed to adore you, there was always an unease in his voice when he would say it.
“i adore you.”
it would roll off of his tongue and disappear into the night sky as if it was nothing. as if you believed it every time.
maybe it would have been easier if you believed it when he said it.
you may have been young and in love, but you weren’t dumb. you knew that just as he could hold your hands, his words could hold his lies.
when you are young they assume you know nothing.
but i know mike, he loves me.
the lie that you managed to convince to yourself.
you know knew him. you knew a version of him.
you knew the version of him that would kiss you until he had to go home. you knew the mike that would kiss you better after every fight you had with hopper.
i knew you. hand under my sweatshirt. baby, kiss it better
you knew the mike that would comfort you and softly draw shapes on the scars that you gained from being tested on. isn’t it funny how now that he’s gone, those very scars feel as if they’re open wounds again?
you drew stars around my scars, but now i’m bleeding.
but even after all the comfort in the world, all the i adore you’s, and even after the single “i love you,” he always wished he was saying it to another.
but never once did mike lie to you fully, as that would be much too cruel to do.
he found you gorgeous. your beauty was rare and absolutely captivating to anyone that could see it.
he enjoyed comforting you as his family never really did that for him.
he truly did adore you. he adored your strength, your powers, your determination.
you were his hero, after all. how could he not adore his hero?
and he did love you. but not the way that you loved him.
mike wasn’t in love with you.
his heart fully longed for another, for will, but he didn’t want to believe it.
if he couldn’t be honest with himself, then he definitely couldn’t be honest with you.
but you didn’t need him to be honest with you.
you saw the lingering stares the two gave to each other.
they were like the sun and the moon, destined to be together, but the night and day get in the way of it.
you were their night and day.
you got in the way of a love that was beyond anything you could understand.
a love that developed years before you arrived so suddenly into their lives.
so once mike realized that he couldn’t keep up the façade of loving you, he left.
no longer was he the mike that you knew. no, now he was the mike you would begin to know. the mike that would be much happier with will.
i knew you. leaving like a father, running like water, i. and when you are young they assume you know nothing.
you never knew when he would leave you, but you knew that one day it would happen.
you knew you’d still be able to feel his lips on yours even when he wasn’t there.
but i knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss.
you knew that you would ponder upon the future you will never be able to share with him.
i knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs
you knew that smokey, yet minty scent of his would linger on your clothes and in your room for a while.
the smell of smoke would hang around this long, cause i knew everything when i was young.
you knew that you’d hate him for the hurt he would put you through, but you couldn’t blame him for chasing the love that he so desperately desired.
i knew i'd curse you for the longest time.
you knew that his familiar shadow would walk by yours, even if he wasn’t there, for you would miss the thought of you being with him.
chasing shadows in the grocery line.
you knew that even though he would enjoy every moment that he had with will, there would be a small part of him that missed what he had with you.
i knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired.
and you knew that he would be the first one knocking on your door when vecna would make an appearance again. because no matter what happened between you two, he needed his hero.
and you’d be standing in my front porch light. and i knew you’d come back to me, you’d come back to me, and you’d come back to me, and you’d come back.
and you’d always say yes to helping him. because, your heart still belonged to him.
because you still found comfort and warmth with him.
but the worst part about finding someone that brings you so much comfort and warmth is losing them.
losing that touch.
becoming cold.
missing the feeling of being engulfed by their entire being.
missing their touch that is still etched upon your skin.
missing your favorite person.
and when i felt like i was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said i was your favorite.
#stranger things x reader#stranger things x reader series#stranger things#netflix#stranger things cast imagines#stranger things x reader angst#angst no comfort#angst writing#mike wheeler x reader#mike wheeler#will byers#byler rights#will x mike#finn wolfhard x reader#finn wolfhard
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Did not write, i gotcha, again!
"A friend to all is a friend to none
Chase two girls, lose the one
When you are young, they assume you know nothin'
But I knew you
Playing hide-and-seek and
Giving me your weekends, I
I knew you
Your heartbeat on the High Line
Once in 20 lifetimes, I
And when I felt like I was an old cardigan
Under someone's bed
You put me on and said I was your favorite
To kiss in cars and downtown bars
Was all we needed
You drew stars around my scars
But now I'm bleedin'
'Cause I knew you
Steppin' on the last train
Marked me like a bloodstain, I,
I knew you"
- Taylor Swift, folklore, cardigan
"We gather here, we line up
Weepin' in a sunlit room, and
If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too
Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe
All the hell you gave me?
'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you
'Til my dying day
I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
And you're the hero flying around, saving face
And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet
Collecting stones, never knowing what they'll mean
Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring
You know I didn't want to have to haunt you
But what a ghostly scene
You wear the same jewels that I gave you
As you bury me"
- Taylor Swift, folklore, my tears ricochet
"It's alright, just wait and see
Your string of lights is still bright to me
Oh, who you are is not where you've been
You're still an innocent
You're still an innocent
Did some things you can't speak of
But at night you live it all again
You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now
If only you had seen what you know now then
It's okay, life is a tough crowd
32 and still growin' up now
Who you are is not what you did
You're still an innocent
Time turns flames to embers
You'll have new Septembers
Everyone of us has messed up too, ooh, ooh
Minds change like the weather
I hope you remember
Today is never too late to be brand new"
- Taylor Swift, Speak Now, Innocent
"15 years, 15 million tears
Begging 'til my knees bled
I gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all
Then wondered why I left
Now he sits on his throne in his palace of bones
Praying to his greed
He's got my past frozen behind glass
But I've got me
That old familiar body ache
The snaps from the same little breaks in my soul
I know when it's time to go
Sometimes giving up is the strong thing
Sometimes to run is the brave thing
Sometimes walking out is the one thing
That will find you the right thing"
- Taylor Swift, folklore, it's time to go
"And the saddest fear
Comes creepin' in
That you never loved me
Or her
Or anyone
Or anything
Yeah
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
'Til you put me down
I knew you were trouble when you walked in (knew it right there)
Flew me to places I'd never been
now I'm lyin' on the cold hard ground"
- Taylor Swift, Red, I Knew You Were Trouble
"While you were out building other worlds, where was I?
Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?
I made you my temple, my mural, my sky
Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life
Drawing hearts in the byline
Always taking up too much space or time
You assume I'm fine
But what would you do if I, I
Break free and leave us in ruins
Took this dagger in me and removed it
Gain the weight of you then lose it
Believe me, I could do it
If it's all in my head tell me now
Tell me I've got it wrong somehow
I know my love should be celebrated
But you tolerate it
I sit and watch you"
- Taylor Swift, evermore, tolerate it
~
Camilla appreciation post or billy slander? I guess we'll never know🤷🏻♀️
-hugs & kisses, Shad
#camilla dunne#camilla morrone#daisy jones and the six#taylor swift#folklore#taylor swift songs#djats#billy dunne
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Exile - Finan x Eadith
You're not my homeland anymore; So what am I defendin' now?; You were my town; Now I'm in exile seein' you out. - exile, Taylor Swift
A/N: Just some old stuff i wrote and corrected tonight that i don't remember posting anywhere! Enjoy!
“So... You are not coming with us?” Finan summarized as they sat on Coccham’s docks, stunned by her decision.
They had received a letter from Lady Aethelflaed in the morning, asking for Uhtred to become the Lord of another small town in the North of Mercia. Rumcofa, she had written, was a Danish settlement and she thought Uhtred was the best person to rule there and protect the border.
Eadith shook her head, giving him an apologetic smile whilst her fingers toyed with one of her bracelets. “After everything that happened I don't really know who I am anymore.”
The Irishman frowned at her. “You're Eadith. The fiercest woman I have ever met.” He said, the slight humor in his tone making her laugh. How dearly he loved that sound.
She looked to the other side of the river, her chuckles fading into a sigh. “That's who I am to you, Finan. Even if I never doubted your words, I still would like to find by myself who I am. I don't think coming to Mercia with you will be of any help.”
Finan pursed his lips, not quite sure about what to answer. Most of Eadith's memories in Mercia were horrible, made of people who had abused her and Finan would kill them with his bare hands for the pain they caused her if they weren't already several feet underground. The thought made his fists clench on their own accord until Eadith’s gentle hand covered one of his.
He opened his palm slowly and allowed her to draw the scars on his skin with her thumb, like so many nights before while talking of everything and anything. Finan wasn't the kind to talk much about himself, he would rather listen and advise than open his heart. To Eadith, however, he revealed almost all of his deepest secrets without thinking twice.
Her eyes were focused on his hand and he tried not to stare at her too intently. He knew her face like the back of his hand by now, from her blue-green eyes to the few freckles on her cheeks. Or her delicate lips he had dreamed so many times to kiss while tangling his fingers in her fiery hair.
His gaze dropped to their almost joined hands; maybe it was meant to remain a dream.
She had taken him to the docks, she had talked about her project to no one else before. It could only mean she cared for him, but maybe not as much as he cared for her.
He took a deep breath and tried to focus on the trees moving into the wind to the other side of the Thames so his voice wouldn't shake. “And... What about us?”
Eadith stopped drawing shapes inside his palm but she didn't retreat her fingers, her soft and warm skin still tickling his calloused hand. Somehow, it pleased him that she needed a moment to think about her answer; he hadn't been a complete fool and fell for a woman who didn't share his feelings. Though, he didn't know if it would make letting her go any easier. It felt like what they had built together for all these months was only being wasted.
He tried to swallow the bitterness and simply listened as she eventually answered him. “I can't ask you to wait for me.”
“You don't have to.” He replied, meeting her eyes determinedly. He had waited all his life to meet her, what could be a few more months? Even years.
She bit down her lip, preventing her lips from curving into a soft smile. “I don't want you to wait for me. I don't know where I'll go nor when I'll be ready to come back to you. Maybe-” Her words trailed off, her voice not so calm anymore. She closed her eyes, a tear shining below her eyelashes that she wiped away before Finan could. “Maybe I'll never come back and I don't want you to wait forever for me.”
She grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard to give herself more strength. Finan wished she would never have to let him go. But he knew better that he had already lost her despite their joined hands.
“You are such a good man, Finan. The best man I have ever met and I will forever be grateful for all the joy you have brought me.”
He wanted to answer that he could bring her more joy, more happy days until the end of time, but the words died on his tongue. There was a growing hole inside his chest but while she was still holding his hand, he knew it wouldn't swallow all of him yet.
“Maybe if I come back, we will have another chance.” She said more quietly. “But we can't hold on to that hope. So, if you find someone to love you like you deserve to be, then do not think of me.”
Finan nodded solely but to be honest he had no idea how he could ever keep that promise. He had waited two decades to love someone again, how could he possibly love again before he is an old man?
She gave him a beautiful smile despite the tears falling down her cheeks. Then, she leaned toward him and kissed his bearded cheek, the fire it sent in his chest more aching than delightful. His fingers held her hand tightly as she moved back, the burn of her lips lingering on his skin.
Eadith squeezed his hand back one last time before they unlinked their fingers. It might be the middle of summer, the sun shining high in the clear sky, Finan flet suddenly cold. She stood up and the Irishman had to look away to resist pulling her back against him and begging her not to leave him.
He heard her footsteps against the wood as she walked but he didn't look back. He wasn't hers and she wasn't his anymore. If they had even belonged to each other once.
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For arcane trans week: trans sevika with day 3 hair/fashion
Let's go, let's go, let's go @arcanefandomweek Day 3
Sevika General Fanfic
Warnings: This is filled with my headcanon backstory and OCs that are Sevika's siblings (cause she deserves having a family) so here we go. Body Dysphoria, ANGST but also FLUFF
Word count: over 1k I think
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Her father's office is cold. Sevika is sure she has never seen a fire lit in it, because it was so rarely in use. More often he did everything in his sewing room, preparing outfits for those that could afford them and fixing outfits for those who couldn't afford new.
It's a large enough empty space for this though.
He is combing her hair gently. Ensuring it is clear of knots and tangles. In her recovery, it had grown long and messy.
There is no comment about the attack, and still she braces for it. The 'I told you so' that should come from his lips. They hadn't spoken in years since she had joined the Children of Zaun, her father fearing he'd lose her to it.
So far she had only lost an arm to it.
"I am going to cut now." Is the warning she gets, a pause as he presses steady fingers to the spot on her shoulder. "You're sure this length?"
"Yes. Long flowing hair doesn't help in a fight."
"No. It would not."
Her father had always been a man of few words. Usually angry words when she had been a teenager, running off to join a rebellion and leaving her brothers to help their father.
"Your mother wore it short too."
She remembers, just slightly. The woman died after Zain was born, a year after. The sickness had come swift and taken her out in a few weeks.
Sevika wishes she knew her more, but she had been eight then. She mainly just remembers her father holding the three of them, a squabbling Zain to his chest and hooking her and Manan with his other arm.
It had been the first time she had seen him cry.
The second had been when he had come to pick her up from the doctor's lab a few days ago. He had wept and held her to him like a baby, like she wasn't a foot taller than he was.
The third had been earlier today when he had found her crying. While the recovery was going on, she wasn't allowed to use her special chem. So when she went to the mirror, not only missing an arm but seeing the hair sprouting on her face, it had seemed to all come down at once. How much had just been taken from her.
Silco had compensated with money and visiting her in the lab. A promise of a new arm. But she wasn't even sure if she wanted it.
She just wanted to be herself again, was that so bad? To have herself altogether, to be able to take her chem, to have her arm, to not have all of these strange blue scars.
Her father had held her once he found her, crumpled over the bathroom sink, having cried and sobbed until she was trembling. And then he had made her come to his office, sitting her down in one of his plushier chairs, before leaving the room, and returning with a rolled-up leather pouch.
Wordless he had gotten his razor and washed her face first before he carefully began to shave it. "You can go back on your treatment in a few weeks." He had reminded gently. "You can stay here, Thimble. You are always welcome here."
When they hadn't been speaking, it had been easier to forget that he loved her, easier to believe the lie that he didn't love her. But he had never stopped.
This was the man who had called her his daughter the moment she had told him, the one that always said how much she looked like her mother. She could remember his teary smile the first time she wore a dress he had made for her, even if she still didn't like dresses and it had been the only time she had worn it.
So happy to see her be her true self. And now he's just happy to see her alive.
The scissors are set down on a table behind her, the metal creating a small sound, and he does his best to check over her hair. Drawing out any remaining loose hairs with a comb, before he draws back. He holds out the mirror to her, and she looks - normal.
She still looks like she has, just with blue lightning drawing out over her jaw. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet." Her father's tone is more amused, one that she rarely has heard. Or had it just been so long? "You haven't seen the back."
A snort of laughter and she wants to reach for the mirror, but she has always been left-handed.
Her right-hand fumbles with it, but she manages to see a little bit more of her face, before the blue lines in it become too much. Her feet shuffle against the floor. "Will you help me with my make-up?"
"Of course."
That takes longer, and he fumbles with it a little. Enough to have them both laugh. She has missed his laughter, it had been something so rare before growing up. He was constantly working, with three children to care for, and soon he had to care for them alone.
Soon the make-up is looking passable, and he stands. "Wait here."
"It's really hard to get up on your own with one side of your body bandaged."
"Thimble."
"Waiting here, Pops."
He disappears out of the room, then is back in a flash. He's carrying something in his arms, fabric. A red fabric. Expensive, and loud, her father always disapproved of it.
It's her favorite color.
Slowly he holds it up. It's similar to a poncho but held up on one side like a cape. A cloak, she thinks, but something more unique than a usual one. Something he had designed just for her.
There is a clasp for it at the shoulder, and along the edges, is some gold embroidery. "I've been working on this piece for you."
Wordlessly, she sits up. And he draws it around, gently explaining how it goes on and off.
It will cover the stump, eventually, it will cover the arm too.
There are no more words said, just a moment after the wrap is settled around her shoulders, her right hand reaches out. The hug is swift, and he holds her head to his chest, where she can hear his heart.
"I've got you, Sevika." It's promised words, as his arms hold her steady.
When she takes the cape off later tonight, she will see the stitching at the collar.
In the golden thread, is a small embroidered thimble along the inside of the cloak, right where the collar should be. Underneath there are words, carefully stitched in.
My Darling Daughter.
May this be your Thimble, as you are mine.
There is no energy to cry again, so she doesn't. Just tugs the cloak over her body like it's a blanket. Closes her eyes and dreams of a happier future.
It will get better. This will pass. Life will move on.
And she will be herself again.
#thimble is the thing for protection when people are sewing#sevika#arcane#sweaty asks#daily drabble arcane#author is not trans#so if any critique/advice welcome please
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"i would do literally anything to keep her safe ." Liv @ Scorpion for MK2021 movie verse 👀 she means his daughter
↪ 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑹 . || @somniaxperdita || accepting
▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Thought of Koharu Hasashi encapsulates Scorpion; how they bring a smile to his severe, blackened face. But he wonders. Wonders if she even could remember the tragic occurrence which separated them until now. How he had been empty and devoid of life, with knowledge long past expired, him standing erect amidst the rapid maelstrom of hellfire, hollow and still, but afflicted with tenebrous darkness and despair. The suffocating air breathless and frozen with the vicious death of his rapid exsanguination. Fate had been so cruel, swift in its deliverance, all beginning with the sinking of his heart upon the shattering entombment of Harumi and Satoshi. The memory of them still oozes precious blood, and tears through Scorpion and brings a claustrophobic inferno towards him. Despite a resurrected life opened up like a present, with the proverbial Light inside of him expected to remain resplendently bright and intense, his head feels hazy and his soul empty, as immeasurable and indefinite draining, with all the bleakness and desolation affecting him.
How it had been brutal to love, but even more brutal to die; and brutal beyond the reaches of (in)justice to die with such terrors of carnage and humiliation. The disturbances within continue to stir and threaten to sever every fiber of his being, gradually pulling him apart. Maybe this is why Scorpion repeats the history of violence and vitriol vengeance, because all the world has taught him is a constant mockery, preaching war after war while he strenuously battles his own psychology. His bones continue to erode and hone, as his everburning hellfire seeks to defeat and capture those that haunt him in the repeated vicious cycles of nightmarish, prophetic massacre of his clan, drawing further great pain, sadness, and grief.
Like a flower in the unforgiving desert, Scorpion had to learn to adapt to grow in the cruelest weather, holding onto every drop of rain as hope just to relentlessly and passionately live. How he still makes an effort to bloom beneath the blazing sun, matching his vigor and intensity, and show the world of all the colors that live inside of him. The whorl and churn of his inferno contained beneath his piercing gaze speaks of this indescribable, unfathomable resilience as he returns his attention towards the Sun Goddess, despite feeling something that bites at his heart and his tender stomach that still bare his crude scar. Despite desperately wanting to hold Koharu in his arms, Scorpion never dares to commit to such tender, intimate act. For there is always a lump in his throat that doesn’t go away, there is always a tear in his eyes threatening to fall, and there is always a word on the tip of his blackened tongue that never comes out. He simply does not wish to go back to what buried him beneath the drowning torrent of hellfire, and dig his soul out of the impervious dark.
“And I cannot let myself plunge down the wrong path, as I feel I am finally starting to get back on the right one,” for he had finally breached through the unyielding chrysalis of time, hatching in requiem to burst of gray and all the hues of death, and now, Scorpion seeks a continuum, an ever-evolving self that will retain multitudes of brilliant colors of life through rebuilt Shirai Ryu.
“Despite wanting to raise her as my own, I still find my regret being twinged with the gale of a monsoon, begging remembrance, for Death’s frayed limbs and torrential crimson still pervade my conscious. I do not wish to affect her and further aggravate the mire of her youthful scars by reminding her of their constant presence.” Which is him himself. Scorpion now finds something unfamiliar swell in him; some cacophony of sounds, the rise and fall of the fathomless sea, indescribably dark and swirling, and he cannot bear to look at the Sun Goddess, nor conjure such precious image of his daughter. “I urge you to take well care of my daughter. I shall also inquire of Lord Raiden’s role in this to give you aid.”
Forever bound, feeling as if his heart had been crushed together like layers of sedimentary rock, Scorpion retreats behind the torrent of columnar hellfire, hiding his presence behind a wispy silhouette. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||
#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion)#✗ hellfire fibrillating beneath his skin (iv)#✗ successions of binding music (olivia winter || somniaxperdita)#(HE SAD)#somniaxperdita
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What Are You?
A/N: All I have to say is I'm really proud of this fic, so much freaking fun to write. I am hopelessly devoted to Kirishima. Please let me know what you think! For the tags, I just tagged those that interacted with the post I made about starting this series, if you wanted added or removed just let me know!
Summary: A movie night gets a little out of hand, next thing you know you're losing your virginity to Kirishima.
Pairing: Pro Hero Kirishima x FemReader (you) both aged up 18+
Warnings: First time, virginity loss, virgin reader, experienced Kirishima, LOTS of consent, oral (female receiving) size kink, daddy kink, rough sex, spanking, choking, belly buldge, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, degredation, dumbification if you squint, very mushy aftercare in the shower, I think that's all of them lmao.
Word Count: 9,304
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The movie you had started is long forgotten, the sounds fading into white noise as your eyelids drift shut. Your body feels like lead, and your brain is quickly turning off. You feel like you could melt into the bed and stay there for several days. You snuggle into Kirishima a little more, barely processing the contented hum he lets out when you do.
"You fallin' asleep sweetheart?" He mumbles against the top of your head, finishing his sentence with a gentle kiss.
"Nah, just resting my eyes." You lie, very aware of how quickly sleep is overtaking your exhausted body.
"Want me to drive you home?" He asks, one hand coming up so he can run his fingers through your hair.
You just shake your head weakly, not ready to remove yourself from his warmth. You really just want to stay, but you two haven't really crossed that line yet. You've been dating for a few months now, but you move painfully slow. You blame it on your lack of experience over all. Being a virgin in your first relationship has definitely come with a lot of caution and slow progress.
Kirishima has been absolutely incredible though, always letting you set the pace, always asking questions, and offering reassurance when needed. You've both definitely had some close calls though, with how much time you spend together and how irresistible he is, it's been hard to keep your hands off of him. You've had your fair share of handsy makeout sessions, but that's about it.
Today does feel a little different though, like there's been some kind of shift. Maybe it's the right time to take that next step, Kirishima has definitely proven himself to be worthy of your trust. You're confident that he would stop when needed, go as slow as you asked him to, and be there for you after.
As your mind races you wrap your arms around the wall of muscle beside you, cherishing the security his large body gives you. You sigh and shift your head so your chin is resting on his chest, allowing you to glance up at him. As always, you're floored by his beauty. His scarlet eyes meet yours as his lips twitch up into a fond smirk. He's definitely the rugged kind of handsome, small white scars litter his face from his few years of hero work.
The most noticeable scar is the one on his upper lip, about two inches in length as it travels up away from his pretty mouth. Your hand absentmindedly reaches up so you can run your thumb over it while you cup his face. He melts into your touch, turning to place a kiss on your palm. Your entire body lights up when he does, he's always giving you sweet little kisses, and you love it more than life itself.
"Whatcha lookin' at my busted face for?" He teases.
You smile coyly as you slide your leg around his hip, slowly bringing yourself up so you can straddle him. You slide your other hand up to hold his face as well, leaning down to press a kiss into his forehead.
"It's a beautiful face." You whisper as you sit back up so you can look down at him again.
God, the sight of him. Wild crimson hair falling across the pillow, stunning porcelain skin offering a marvelous contrast. Your hands slide down his neck, to his collar bones, then down his clothed torso. You mentally curse the black t-shirt that's currently hiding his skin from you, even though he looks incredible in it.
"What are you thinking about hon?" He asks quietly.
Your eyes flash up to his and he gives you a knowing look.
Does he feel it too? You've had plenty of long talks about it, he's always been open about how much he wants to make sure it's a safe experience. He offers you nothing but stability and assurance. The nerve wracking part is that he's so experienced. You're not jealous that he's been with people before you, just worried that you won't live up to them. Kiri has always been very open about his past relationships, just like you have with yours. It's just a matter of finding the confidence to take the next step.
"Oh, you're thinking too much." He says quietly, grabbing your hands to pull them apart.
You hadn't even realized you'd begun to pick at your thumb, but of course he's paying attention.
"Can I stay?" You blurt out, sounding a little too panicked.
"You can always stay." He says as he wraps his arms around your waist, then brings his mouth to press innocent kisses into your neck.
"Baby?" You say, hands carding through his hair.
He only hums, lips still working against your sensitive skin.
"Can we try?" You ask quietly.
Your eyes lock, tension builds, and hands tighten as you both silently understand your heavy implications.
"Are you sure?" He asks with all the sincerity he has.
"I love you, Kiri, I trust you." You breathe out, letting your head fall to rest your forehead against his own.
"If you need me to stop at any point you tell me, understand?" He says with a tone you can't quite decipher. It could be called firm, but that's not exactly right… convicted, he sounds convicted.
"Of course, Red." His body responds to his hero name in the most beautiful way. Muscles tense as he takes a deep breath in, steady arms pull your body towards his. Very suddenly, but some also not soon enough, your lips are on his. Brilliant, rose colored warmth spreads through your veins as he kisses the breath out of your lungs.
"Can I lay you on your back?" He asks against your lips.
"Please." You sigh.
In one swift movement, he scoops you into his arms and spins you around so he can lay you gently on the mattress. One hand stays on your waist, while the other comes up to hold your face.
"I love you, you know that right?" He asks, when you look into his eyes your heart aches when you see all the begging in them.
"Kiri, I've never been more sure of anything." You assure him.
He gives you his thousand watt smile and you can't help but return it. This man is something else. He's the kind that lights up a room, that gives when he's empty, and loves relentlessly. Most of all, he's completely, inexplicably yours.
Your head spins when he dips his head down to kiss your collar bones.
"I'm gonna get you real worked up, ok?" He says then presses one long kiss into your shoulder.
Excitement blasts through your veins. What a beautiful promise he's just made, and you can't wait for him to live up to his word.
"I need you to tell me what feels good." He whispers against your skin as his hands come up so push your tank top up your torso.
"Ok." You reply, cursing yourself for how basic the response is. He's probably used to people who can dirty talk like no tomorrow, and all you can manage are weak one word responses.
"You're thinkin' too much honey." He says with a deep chuckle, his hands halt once he has the fabric bunched at your ribs.
"Talk to me." He says.
"I'm just nervous. Insecurities and all that, worried I won't live up to other people. You know, stupid virgin thoughts." You stumble through the sentence, barely articulating the nerves buzzing around in your abdomen.
"Listen to me." Kiri says with his firm, guiding tone.
"It's just you now. Not them, never will be them again." He brings one of your hands up so he can kiss your knuckles.
"You're my girl, that's all that's on my mind."
The reassurance is short and sweet, but Kiri is always like that with his words. He says it like it is, but there's always immeasurable heart behind what he says, so it's enough to still your nerves.
"Can I make you feel good now?" He asks, face slightly mischievous.
"I think you know the answer." You can't help but giggle when his fingers meet your ribs again to finish taking off your tank top.
Soon he's got you panting and grasping at the sheets. Your clothes are long gone, and he is definitely staying true to his promise to get you worked up. Rough hands are on your waist, while his hot, wet mouth trails across the tops of your breasts. The more time he spends kissing your body, the easier it is to let the nerves die out. Every ounce of uncertainty vanishes the second his soft lips wrap around one of your nipples.
"Oh, baby." You sigh, back arching slightly.
"Like that?" He asks, breaking only briefly. Soon his mouth is back on you, tongue drawing lazy circles around your sensitive buds.
"Yeah…" You find yourself wishing you could respond better again, but your mind is mush.
"How bout this?" He asks as he slides his other hand up to pinch your other nipple.
You rub your thighs together to try and alleviate some of the pressure building in your core. You have to be embarrassingly soaked at this point. After just a few seconds of nipple play, you're already throbbing and it's maddening.
"Kiri." You groan, the friction of his fingers contrasting wonderfully with the smooth movements of his tongue.
You want to feel him everywhere, you want to be overwhelmed by him. The way his tongue is working, you can only imagine him using it somewhere else.
"K-kiri?" You say with a shuddering breath.
"Yeah angel?" He answers, his hand still playing with you a little.
"Lower, please?" Your voice is so shy and timid, and you feel the hot blush spread across your cheeks.
"You're so fuckin' cute." He mumbles before planting an open mouthed kiss between your breasts.
With the same slow, teasing pace, he kisses down your stomach. He stops right under your belly button and glances up at you through his lashes. He's fucking stunning from this angle, but you've found that he really doesn't have a bad angle.
"I'm gonna try something, ok? Tell me how it makes you feel." He says calmly.
"Aye Aye Captain." You say, earning a sweet little chuckle from Kiri.
Any motivation you have to joke is thrown out the window when he nips your sensitive skin. The brief pain sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your pussy, and your walls clench immediately.
"How was that?" He asks, hands running along your hips as he settles between your spread legs.
"More please." Is all you can squeak out.
Kirishima just smiles and kisses where he's just nipped.
"In a little bit baby."
You become suddenly aware of how exposed you are and you're plagued with thoughts of insecurity. As if he can read your mind, Kiri places a kiss to your inner thigh.
"Can I please taste you, your pussy is so fuckin pretty." He sighs against your skin.
Oh yeah, you have to be absolutely dripping. His words have you clenching around nothing, you're so worked up you're worried you might finish as soon as he makes contact with your core.
"Fuck- please Kiri- use your mouth on me." You moan, shocked by your own boldness.
"Oh good girl, keep talkin' to me." He sighs.
Without any further warning his mouth is just all over you. No gentle kisses around your clit like you expected, not teasing fingers on your lips. Just as sudden, blinding pleasure rocketing through your walls as his skilled tongue laps at your sensitive, swollen clit.
"Kiri! Shit!" You cry as your hands find a place in his hair, desperate to hold onto something that can keep you grounded.
"Baby, I'm too sensitive, I'm not gonna- oh fuuuuck." You try to warn him, but the words never stood a chance at leaving your mouth. In the middle of your sentence, he presses one thick finger into your slick hole, and that spells the end for you. With how big Kiri is, his finger might as well be the size of an average man's dick, and it feels incredible. You can't hold it in, and you don't fucking want to. Between the constant, white hot pleasure he's giving your clit, and the sudden intrusion of his finger, your inexperienced body never stood a chance.
"Fuck that was gorgeous." He huffs against your cunt.
Your walls flutter their way through your orgasm, warmth oozing into all of your appendages as Kirishima slows his tongue down enough for you to ride out all of the aftershocks.
You gather enough strength to look down at him, and your blissed out brain wants to shred the shirt he's wearing. Your hands reach down desperately to grab the collar of his shirt in an attempt to pull it off.
"Where'd my shy girl go?" He teases before helping you get rid of his bothersome clothes.
"She left when you made her cum in under a minute." You share a soft laugh with each other, but anything light-hearted disappears when you look down at his briefs and see the outline of his dick.
Kirishima isn't a small man, standing up he's roughly seven feet. You're a relatively average sized woman, but you still feel like a dwarf next to him. Judging by the outline in his underwear, he's definitely proportionate, and the terrifying realization that he's probably not even all the way hard yet makes your stomach drop.
"You want that?" He asks coyly, red eyebrows shooting up as he grins down at you.
"It- it's gonna hurt, isn't it?" You stutter, hands balling up the bedding underneath you.
"It's gonna sting just a little bit, but I told you I'll get you worked up, and it'll only last a second princess." He kisses your nose for reassurance, putting your bubbling chest at ease for a moment.
"Can I- um- can I touch you? Please?" Again, you want to kick yourself for sounding so bashful, but Kiri seems to be incredibly fond of it.
"Of course you can, wherever you want to." He whispers, he leans down to brace on his elbows, his breathtaking body closing the remaining distance between you two. With him looming above you like this, you feel absolutely tiny, like if he put his weight on you it might crush you. Something tells you tomorrow is probably going to consist of a lot of bed rest.
You cautiously slide your hands over his carved abs, adoring the way his muscles tense under your feathery touches. Your eyes stay locked on his and your heart blooms with exhilaration. Your hands travel down his body until your fingertips brush the waistband of his briefs. Kiri takes in a sharp breath when you dip your fingers under the material. You steal a glance down, and you can't help but let your jaw drop.
He's gotta be the size of your forearm, at least. Shit, how the hell are you gonna fucking take that? You remind yourself that Kiri promised it would only hurt for a second, that he would take care of you. You trust him, completely.
He helps you slide his briefs off, and when he's finally free it makes you see stars. His full length falls against your stomach, and he feels so damn heavy. His base is resting against your mound, and his head meets your belly button. His skin is nothing short of beautiful, soft pink tip with a pale shaft littered with veins.
"Holy shit." You pant, your hand looks pathetic when you go to wrap it around his swollen tip.
"It might sting more than a little." You whisper.
"I'll make it feel good, I promise." He says with all the confidence in the world.
He's so unbelievably hard and your hand can't reach all the way around him. There's about an inch and a half between your middle finger and thumb where they should meet. You never thought you'd be so intimidated by a simple body part, but then again, this is Red Riot you're dealing with.
Before you can stroke him, Kiri is grabbing your wrist as he shifts to lean on his side next to you.
"Next time angel, tonight's about you." He says before kissing the skin behind your ear.
His hand lets go of your wrist so he can skate his fingertips down your stomach. As soon as he brushes your clit your body jumps, still so sensitive from the sudden orgasm he's just given you. You take in deep breaths as your legs shift anxiously while he dips his fingers down so he can run them up your soaked lips.
"You're so wet for me." He sighs against your neck.
"Kiri- please- make me feel good again." You whimper, desperate for his touch.
"Gonna stretch you out a little bit, ok? Gotta get you ready to take me." He mumbles as he presses his middle finger into your quivering hole again.
There's no way you can respond, all ability to speak is stolen from you when he starts to pump his massive finger in and out of you.
There's no stretch with just one finger, it's no bigger than the toy you usually use on yourself, the stretch comes when he adds his index finger to the mix. It doesn't sting, but there's definitely some pressure. You screw your eyes shut and reach for his forewarn as he picks up speed, needing something to hold onto as the pleasure builds in your lower stomach again.
Then, the spectacular feeling of his thumb pressing against your clit makes you cry out. You're shocked by the broken moan that rips out of your throat, and the way your hips roll against his hand while he starts rubbing urgent circles against your sweet spot.
"That's it baby, tell me about it." He pants against your shoulder, it almost sounds like he's cheering you on, voice filled with something joyful that makes your heart race impossibly faster.
"Kiri- that feels so fucking good- shit."
Your cunt starts to pulse around him like it did a few minutes ago, your body is already right on the edge again by his capable fingers.
"D- da- Kiri." You moan, you almost fucking slip. You want nothing more than to call him 'daddy', that's what he is to you right now. You don't know how he'll respond to it, so you swallow the name and cry out against his broad chest.
He seems to have caught you though, both his thumb and his fingers pick up their speed slightly.
"Say it, please baby, say it- fuck." He begs against your head, offering you the room to call him whatever you want to.
Your hand claws at his arm, the other reaches up to hold onto his sweaty neck.
"Daddy, please make me cum again, your fingers feel so good." Your voice increases in pitch the more you beg, he sets a delicious rhythm then, reacting immediately to your pleas.
"You wanna be a good girl for me?" He asks as he shifts so his free hand can cradle your face.
You nod weakly as your abs starts to seize up and your core starts to clamp down on his pistoning fingers.
"Look at me." He huffs, your eyes flutter open to meet his.
Kirishima has a habit of knocking the wind out of you with his beauty, but he damn near kills you this time. He's positively enchanting with the blush on his cheeks, brows furrowed as he focuses on bringing you to your second orgasm.
"Cum for me one more time angel, then I'm gonna fill you up, gonna fuck your pretty little cunt." His voice is dripping with desire, and his vulgar words are all it takes to send you right into another trembling orgasm. Your body twitches and jerks as your core squeezes his fingers. He stops thrusting them into you and focuses all his energy on rubbing your clit with his thumb, making everything so much more intense.
You moan and shake against him as he whispers things like "good girl, just like that" against your ear while you come back down.
All you want is more, so much more. There's no such thing as nerves now. You have tunnel vision for Kiri and the pleasure he's giving you. Even after two orgasms, all you want is more, more, more.
"Daddy please- fuck my little cunt- fill me up like you promised." You grab at him wherever you can, you almost second guess your dirty talk, but Kiri eats that shit up.
"You sound so pretty begging for me princess. You want me to fuck you, huh? Want Daddy to make you cry?" Everything about his demeanor has a sense of urgency to it. Not like he's rushing, but like he's handling something vitally important.
You just nod and whimper, it's all you're capable of after being rocked by two incredible orgasms. He's moving so he can settle between your legs again, and his weighty length hits your stomach again.
"Listen to me sweetheart." He says, voice shaking slightly at the end.
"I'm gonna let you put it in ok? I want you to tell me when to move and when to stop, we can even stop here if you need to." He moves his hands to hold your face, thumbs brushing your cheek bones affectionately.
"I don't want you to stop, I want more Kiri, please." You say, completely confident in your decision to keep going.
"Then it's all you babygirl." He smiles down at you, all warmth and adoration.
You swallow thickly and reach down to grab his pink head, nearly drooling when you see the ridiculous amount of precum leaking out of his tip.
You tentatively spread it around with your thumb, the appendage barely stretches across the width of his massive cock. Kiri's breath speeds up above you as you move your hand around his head so you can push him down between your legs. Now, with a clear view of him, he's definitely the size of your forearm. Nerves are replaced by excitement, knowing that once he's inside you and your body adjusts to him, it'll feel absolutely amazing.
Kirishima shifts above you so he can brace on his hands as he placed them on either side of your face. All his intricate muscles shift under his pale skin, he's so broad and handsome, it makes your head spin.
With very little skill, you run his tip along you dripping lips, and both of you jolt as the erotic contact.
"That feels good baby, nice and slow." His words egg you on, a fuzzy feeling buzzes around in your chest when you hear him praise you, it's something else you just want more of.
His head teases over your silky hole as you slide him further down, his fingers definitely got you worked up, but it's still gonna be one hell of a tight fit.
"Can you- um- could you move your hips forward a little?" You ask with a shaking voice, your body is sparking with the anticipation of having him fill you, and you know he won't be able to slide in unless he helps by pushing.
"Want me to help you put it in?" He asks, his voice sounds so light and breathy.
"Please?" You blink up at him.
"Just keep talkin' to me, yeah?" He pants out.
"Ye- Oh fuck Daddy!" What's meant to be a quiet answer, turns into an erotic cry. Your body shivers as the name slips from your lips and your hands fly to his sides. He didn't give you a single second to respond before pressing himself into you, and it definitely hurts more than a little. The sting of the stretch is almost enough to make you tap out, but then you feel his thumb dragging against your clit again. It gives you just enough pleasurable relief to catch your breath.
"Sorry angel, had to get that part over with." He says before leaning down to kiss your forehead.
"Red, baby, please-" You choke on a moan when his thumb speeds up and he presses even more of his length into you.
"Please what?" He teases.
He can't even be a third of the way in, and you feel like you're completely stuffed. Your walls are being stretched to what feels like their absolute limit. Now you know why he gave you two orgasms beforehand, you need to be absolutely drenched in order to take him. Even then, it's almost impossible.
You glance down to see how much more you have to take. Fucking hell, it looks like it's just his head that's in.
"Tell me what you need, gorgeous." He applies slightly more pressure to your clit, but slows the pace down.
"More." You mewl, despite the pressure on your poor, tense insides.
"I'll tell you if it's too much, just keep going, please Daddy." Your hands paw at his back, desperate for him to move.
"Fuck baby- you're gonna be such a mess by the time I'm done with you."
You don't have any time at all to catch your breath or answer him. The sting is almost blazing as he pushes his hips towards yours. The dizzying sensation of his veiny cock dragging against your slick walls is enough to bring tears to your eyes. You whimper and sniffle beneath him while every muscle in your body tenses.
Then, you remember to breathe. You pull in a long, cooling breath, and on the release let your muscles relax. You look up at Kiri to see him looking down to where your bodies meet, mesmerized by the way he's splitting you open. He looks so wrapped up in his love for you, which only allows you to let go of more tension.
He keeps pressing into you, little by little pain is replaced by a warm ache, that warm ache then replaced by traces of something pleasurable. The hand pressing lazy circles into your clit slides up to grab your wrist. His bright eyes flash up to your as he brings your hand down to the bundle of nerves.
"Rub it for me, baby." He whispers before kissing your temple, his deep, rumbling voice makes your thighs squeeze his hips.
"O- ok." You fumble your words slightly.
"Is that how you answer Daddy?" He trails his open mouth down to the skin just above your collarbone, then teases the delicate skin with his pointed teeth.
Holy shit.
"Yes- yes sir?" You say, head spinning as you try to focus even a little bit. Your hand haplessly moves against your clit, wanting to listen but your motor skills are rendered useless by Kiri's dominance.
"Mhm, good girl." He praises before sinking his teeth into the spot he's been teasing.
Your entire body jumps, reacting exactly how he wants you to. All twitches and moans as he guides you through this.
"You're so fucking tight." He sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he pushes in just a little more.
"Well yeah, you're the size of a house and I'm a virgin." You say with a weak laugh.
If you and Kiri can do anything, it's laugh.
He looks down at you and raises his eyebrows, and he can't help but giggle in that beautiful chirpy way he always does. You take his hands in your face and bring him down for a messy, laugh filled kiss. Blinding love fills your chest, hearing him laugh, feeling him breathe, being this close. It's all giving you such unparalleled joy.
He breaks the kiss to press his forehead into yours, then he really starts moving. What started as another round of giggles turns into a moan as he stretches you more and more. Your hands grab onto his neck as your eyes screw shut and your head is thrown back into the pillows. The pressure is positively mind numbing in the best way. All you can feel, smell, and taste is Kirishima as he rocks your world.
“Fucking hell, Kiri.” You gasp before rolling your hips up against him, finally feeling somewhat stretched out enough to work with him.
“Oh now you’re gettin’ it, keep movin’ with me sweetheart.” He nods his head while he talks, urgent and reassuring.
He continues his glacial pace, finally bottoming out with the help of your needy hips rising to meet his. God, you feel so fucking full. You swear you can feel him in your stomach, in your ribs, in your throat even. He’s not leaving a single inch of you untouched, and you’re absolutely hooked. You gather yourself enough to open your eyes again so you can look down at where you two meet, almost nervous to find that he really isn’t all the way in even though you feel like you’re going to break at any second.
“Holy. Shit.” As soon as you glance down, your eyes meet the most erotic sight you’ve ever witnessed. There’s a large bulge in your stomach, that is very obviously caused by one thing. Kiri smirks above you as he runs a hand up your side so he can gather your breast in his hand and tease your nipple with his thumb.
“Ain’t that somethin’?” He muses, sliding his hand back down to grab your wrist so he can move your hand over the stretched out part of your stomach.
“Feels good doesn’t it baby? I’m right there, that’s all me.” He presses your hand into the bulge, and the feeling of his head under your skin, combined with the pressure on your cervix and against your walls, nearly sends you into another orgasm. Your walls flutter around him as your bottom lip quivers.
That’s when you see the tension in his body, you hear the strain in his voice. He’s holding back, he’s going easy on you.
Your walls are relaxing, growing used to the obscene stretch. You take a deep breath and focus on releasing any other muscles that might make it harder for him to do what he needs to. As you settle, you bat your eyelashes at him. You offer another small roll of your hips before egging him on with your needy words.
“Daddy, please, you’re not gonna break me, fuck me like you want to.”
He gives you a very serious, almost stern look. It doesn’t help ease your need for him in the slightest, it only makes you want to push more.
“I’ll tell you if it hurts, I promise, please just fuck me."
His whole body shivers when you run your nails across his shoulders.
"Baby you gotta, if you don't tell me I'm gonna keep rockin', I don't want to hurt you."
You nod and swallow thickly, your body is absolutely buzzing with the anticipation.
"Words sweet thing, use your words. You'll tell me if it hurts, yeah?" He brings his hips back, and the drag of his cock along your walls is exquisite. He only moves maybe an inch, but the tease sends you reeling.
"Yes Daddy, I'll tell you." Your promise is said so sweetly, the way you trust him so completely sends him over the edge.
Just like that, your entire world shatters. He pulls back slowly, just to send his hips flying forward with one brutal thrust. It doesn't hurt, but there's so much fucking pressure once he's all the way pressed in. Your head is sent back into the pillows, thrashing wildly as you cry out and cling to his tense back. He doesn't stay there long though, only pausing briefly to savor the feeling of being fully wrapped in your hot, wet cunt.
"Open those legs for me princess." Kiri pants above you as he pulls back again.
You realize how much you've tensed up after his words pull you back down to earth. Your thighs had clamped around his hips like a vice. Slowly, you breathe in, then drop your legs open when you breathe out.
Then he sticks to his promise, and he starts rockin'. He sets a beautiful pace, it's not rushed or hard, not slow or teasing, it's just fucking perfect. He plunges into you over and over, deep and persistent. He hits every sweet spot you have, from your sensitive opening to your aching cervix. You mewl and twitch under him, your whole body being jolted every time he bottoms out.
"You're doin' so good baby, bein' such a good girl for Daddy." His voice breaks as he picks up speed, splitting you open completely.
It's turning your brain to total mush, all you can manage is a half ass "uh-huh" while your body moves like a ragdoll. You feel so full, and it feels so fucking good. It's all so foreign, so much, so overwhelming. Now that you're feeling it though, the feeling of being well and truly fucked, all you want is more.
The pressure just keeps building at your core, brilliant and warm. Sending electric shocks down the nerves in your legs, up your stomach, even through your fingertips. He's everywhere inside you, filling your mind and soul, you're drunk on Kirishima and more than willing to become addicted.
You blink open and grapple at his damp sides, as soon as you see your body being pounded into the bed, you feel your walls begin to tighten. Can you even call it that? You're so stretched out by him it's hard to tell if you're even capable of tightening around him.
Kiri sure seems to notice though, letting out short, pretty moans from the back of his throat each time he sinks in. Then you both see it, your eyes lock on it, both under a perverted trance. Each time he thrusts all the way in, your stomach buldges out a little, his incredible size displacing your insides as he fucks into you.
"God that's- fuck baby- you see that?" He stutters out, placing his massive hand on your waist so he can lay his thumb over your stomach and feel his cock head poking out from inside of you.
All you can do is gawk up at him and let your body be jostled by him as he continues to break in your body.
"How's it feel angel?" He asks, voice gentle and coaxing.
"So. Good. Daddy- fuck." You stutter out, the words come out choppy, cut off as you jolt from his pace.
"You feel so perfect, so fucking perfect." He mutters before diving down to press his open mouth to your neck.
He attempts to kiss you there, but all he can manage is a sloppy, inconsistent tongue against your skin. With his mouth open, you can hear all his sweet moans unabashed, and it's fucking beautiful.
A particularly broken sounding moan reaches your ears as Kiri grabs the meat of your thighs with his strong hands, angling your legs upwards a little more. His hands slide up to secure themselves under your knees, pressing them upwards he successfully folds you in half.
The tops of your thighs press into your sides as he braces himself up a little more, using your crumbled body as leverage. The second he sinks in from this new position, your thighs tremble and your cunt spasms. You cry out as your hands fly to his abs, almost pushing him back, overwhelmed by the intensity.
Overwhelmed, but so enraptured. Tears prick your eyes as you watch every muscle of his ripple as he works hard to fuck you this relentlessly.
"Talk to me sweetheart, how's it feel?" He asks, voice strained and unsteady.
"Feels- so- fuckin- good- Daddy." You all but sob, blinking the tears from your eyes as your jaw drops.
"You're such a good little girl, you look so pretty on your back."
His words hit a nerve you didn't know you had. The filthy praise, the sounds of his hot skin slapping yours with each thrust, the crushing grip he has on you, it's all awakening something deep in your chest. More, you need more.
"M-more- fuck- please give me more- I'm so close." Is all you can manage as the tears start to fall, wetting your rosey cheeks.
"Shit- give it to me baby, let go, I'll fuck you through it, just let go." He eggs you on. One of his arms shifts to hook your knee over his elbow as he sets the other beside your head to brace himself.
As soon as he releases that one leg, bending the other up even more as his thumb gets to work drawing figure eights on your clit, it's fucking over. You shiver and sob and claw. The most spectacular sensation you've ever felt takes over your entire body.
It captures every inch of your skin, wrapping it in velvety ecstasy. Your nerves shatter like glass, sending shards of pleasure flying in every direction. You can feel it up your spin, in the backs of your legs, and deep down in your chest.
Your body goes limp as your walls pulse around him, and he sure does fuck you through it. Your head flops back as you take it all, cherishing every sharp hit to your abused cervix.
"Gimme one more princess, I'm almost there." He moans, pulling your brain out of its stew.
You blink up at him, finally realizing how hard you're crying. As soon as you make eye contact, your heart nearly flies out of your ribcage. He's so fucking beautiful. Brows drawn together in a look of pure determination, skin dewy and flushed, bright ruby eyes looking at you like you hung the stars.
"I love you- fuck Kiri- I love you, I love you, I love you." You babble, hands sliding up tangle in the hair at the back of his head.
His eyes flutter at the sensation, nearly rolling back into his head. Kirishima is a slut for gentle touches like that, a trait that makes your heart go all gooey.
"I love you so much more angel." He sighs, eyes full of fondness and what you can only describe as home.
He's still fucking going. Pounding into you just as before, and your cunt is somehow taking it so well. You feel made for him, nobody else.
"Poor baby." He says as he brings a hand up to your cheek to wipe some tears.
The slight mocking tone sets a fire in your belly, another feeling to add to the endless list of things you're learning about yourself tonight.
"Did Daddy fuck you too good? Can't help but fuckin' cry about it?" His voice is back to straining, shoulders drawing up again, like he's trying to hold back.
Oh hell no.
"Y- yes Daddy, fucked me so good, you ruined this little pussy." You shock yourself with the vulgarity of your words, almost embarrassed by it. It's short lived though, given the way Kiri huffs out a gorgeous, "oh fuck", as he buckels down on his thrust even more.
The sparks start to fire again as your nerves wind back up, not even fully recovered from your last orgasm.
The hand on your cheek twitches down, but halts once his thumb presses into your jaw. It all clicks when he looks into your eyes, a silent plea in them.
You don't waste a single second, nodding frantically as you seize his wrist. You bring his hand down so he can rest his palm against your throat.
"Please, I want it." You beg with a pathetic voice, sniffling at the end as more tears fall when you feel your walls start to contract again.
He looks almost relieved, eyebrows relaxing on his scrunched face as his shoulders drop. He tentatively presses his large thumb into your pulse before speaking with a harsh, authoritative voice. His hips slow only slightly, more rolling than thrusting now, but still just as deep, still just as jolting.
"If it's too much, at any point, you tap me three times, let me see you do it."
You offer three pats against the forearm of the hand on your throat, gazing up at him with pleading eyes, desperate for approval. Obviously, you've never done anything like this. Nothing even close, but with Kiri looking at you like you're made of porcelain, you'd trust him enough to try anything.
"Good fuckin' girl." His voice drops, a powerful, deep rumble as his hips start to work up speed again.
The hand teasing your throat starts to tighten, but not how you expect. There's little to no pressure on your actual throat, most of it is on the sides. His grip cuts off the blood flow enough to give you a wonderful, delirious feeling in your head. Your whole body reacts to the exhilarating sensation. You can't help but let out a strangled moan once Kiri reaches his previous pace once again.
He fucks into you so intently, chasing his own release now. Your muscles start to seize again, walls twitching as you moan out nonsense praises below him.
"Little baby likes bein' choked, huh?" He taunts, releasing his grip just enough for your head to fill up with clarity again.
Then it clicks, he's allowing you to respond, he wants you to.
"I do, I fuckin' love it." You assure him, your voice doesn't even sound like you anymore. All whiney and wanton, full of lust and desperation. That greedy feeling scratches at your insides again. It fills your chest with white hot need for something rougher, nastier, more shameful.
"Be mean to me, Daddy, make me your bitch."
It all happens so incredibly fast. Suddenly, Kiri fucking growls down at you as he rips himself from your overworked hole. The absence of his massive length makes you cry out, you want to argue but your words are stolen from you by his next move. His hands are on your waist in the blink of an eye. He flips you onto your stomach, the speed of the rotation makes you instantly dizzy.
He straddles the backs of your thighs. Rough, selfish hands slide up the backs of your thighs. He gathers the fat of your ass in his palms and squeezes, letting out a low chuckle when you jump at the harsh feeling.
"So, you wanna be my bitch?" He asks, the tone of his voice sends a chill down your spine. He sounds almost… sadistic?
You don't get a chance to answer before his palm cracks across your ass cheek.
You yelp and whip your head around to give him a pouting look as you wipe more of your tears. The sight of him makes your dripping pussy clench around nothing.
He's sat back on your thighs, almost lazily. He isn't truly sitting on you, though, he would absolutely crush you. He's just braced over you, one hand stroking his glistening cock as the other kneads as your plush ass.
You just nod as your hands stretch out in front of you, grasping at the pillows, the sheets, the headboard, anything you can get a hold of.
His eyes are wild, strands of scarlet hair stick to his forehead with sweat. His stunning, chiseled muscles all flex as he pumps himself. Seeing him like this, it hits that rebellious nerve. There's no such thing as first time nerves now, your Kirishima's bitch, and that's all you want to be.
"Please, give it to me Big Daddy." You bat your eyelashes and bring your thumb to your mouth so you can bite down on it.
His hand freezes, body rigid with what must be shock. The hand on your ass slides up your back at a torturous pace. Buzzing anticipation settles in your gut as he leans down so he can spread his finger through the hair at the back of your head. Gathering a handful, he tightens his grip so he can crank your head back.
The bite at your scalp distracts you just long enough for him to press his broad tip against your quivering hole again.
"You think you're cute, don't you?" He says, low and dangerous.
You just blink at him, brain firing wildly to try and process every new addiction you're developing. Slowly, cautiously, you shake your head.
"Oh but baby…" He leans down even more so he can press his lips under your ear.
"You are. You think you can say something like that and get away with it. It's adorable." As he talks, he presses his length into you. You would think that after being fucked for so long that your hole would have been more prepared for him. You're so fucking wrong. The stretch is just like it was when he first put it in, but this time you're so ready for it, you welcome it.
"When you talk like that, you're gonna get your shit rocked." He mumbles against your ear.
You feel his hands at your hips, then you feel him hoist you up so your ass is in the air and your face is in the pillows. Then, all you feel is a shockwave of pleasure as he rams into you from behind. Within seconds, he has you squirming and screaming as he decimates your cunt over and over again.
The hand buried in your hair pulls your head to the side so you can moan out into the air instead of into the pillows.
"What are you?" He asks, the hand that isn't in your hair snakes around your waist so he can bring your torso up and press your back against his chest.
The action has you reeling, because your knees lift off the bed in order for you to be high enough to be fucked in this position. That's not a problem for Kiri though, he easily holds you up with the arm around your waist. Your legs dangle as he falls forward, other hand leaving hair so he can brace on the headboard.
"Daddy asked you a question." He pants against your ear. Hips still snapping into you impossibly fast.
"I'm your bitch- fucking hell- I'm your little bitch." You cry out, tears falling as one arm flies to hold the back of his neck as the other grabs at the arm around your waist.
His fingers bite your side as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. He moans as he soothes the mark with his hot tongue.
"That's right, you like it don't you? You like bein' a little cry baby for this fucking cock. Don't you baby?" His words are dripping with the most sinful tone, even without any attention to your clit, your cunt starts to dance around him once again. Just his voice, his voice and his nasty praises are enough to start another fucking orgasm.
"Oh I fuckin felt that- You really do want me to be mean, huh?"
"Please- oh fuck- please, Daddy, please!" You sob.
"'Please, Daddy, please.'" He says with a mocking tone, "I told you to use your words, brat." That does it, "brat", something clicks within you. It fills you with a sticky, sweet feeling. It's something more intriguing than anything else you've felt. Whatever the feeling is, you're absolutely starving for more of it.
"Use me, please, use my little hole, let me feel you cum." You finally conjure a reply, digging it up from your newly found well of obscene phrases.
"Shit, princess, I'm gonna- fuck-"
Your filthy words seem to be enough to send him into a frenzy. Again his hands are on your waist, pulling out just long enough to flip you onto your back before he plunges back into you after your back hits the mattress.
He's so rough and fast now, all desperate, harsh hands as he fucks and fucks and fucks.
"Look at me, fucking look at me." He grabs your jaw, eyes full of feral desire.
"I'm gonna fill you up, you're gonna take all of it aren't you? 'Cause you're a good little slut." He commands before letting his other hand fly to your clit as you nod and stutter out promises that you'll do as he says.
As soon as his fingers start rubbing, your body seizes. Your eyes stay on his, nails scratching down his back as you cry and shake and writhe.
"That's it- fuck yeah- that pussy's gonna make me cum- you're gonna make me fuckin' cum- SHIT!" His voice breaks at the end, a crackling shout as his hips falter and he sinks all the way into your silky walls.
Your eyes stay locked on each other's, he drops his forehead onto yours. The hand grasping your jaw moves to cup your face, his other hand coming up to mirror it so he can cradle your head.
This orgasm is much softer than the others, all fuzzy and warm as it oozes through your limbs. Kiri rolls his hips into you as his cock spits hot cum deep inside of you. You both shutter and moan, hands loosening you finally feel him fill you up. Something you should have probably expected, is just how much he cums. He pulses again and again and again as your walls massage him. He fills you so much that he leaks out around himself, inevitably ruining the sheets beneath you both.
The feeling is foreign, briefly uncomfortable, but it quickly becomes a comfort. As your bodies calm, his hips still with one final gush into you. His thumbs rub your cheeks, wiping the remaining tears.
"You ok?" He asks with a scratchy, tender voice.
"Perfect, baby, that was perfect." You sigh as you pull him down for a kiss.
It's slow and feather soft, your lips work so reverently against each other, thankful for everything you've both shared.
He inches his hips back so he can pull his softening length out of you. Both of you shiver once he's all the way out, then you feel the mess he made inside you spill onto the bed.
"I should probably go get cleaned up…" You say as your cheeks heat, not at all prepared for what happens after something so intense.
He just looks at you like you're growing a second head.
"Princess, I'm gonna take care of that." He assures you.
Before you can argue, he's got you scooped up into his arms. He carries you off to the bathroom, completely abandoning the wreck you've left on your bed. You wrap your legs around his waist the best you can and bury your face into his neck. You feel strangely dependent and needy. You suppose that must be normal after something like that.
Once you're in the bathroom, he steps into the shower. He secures you with one arm around your waist so he can flip the water on with the other.
You try to ease yourself down from him, but the second you move your legs you're made aware of the powerful ache in your center. Standing might not be an option right now, or tomorrow.
"I gotcha, baby, don't worry." He says before kissing your temple.
You don't answer, just hold onto him nuzzle into his strong chest.
The shower is filled with gentle kisses and an abundance of sugary words. He tells you how well you did, thanks you for trusting him, kisses the parts that hurt. He makes you feel so explicitly loved, so abundantly cherished. It feels your heart with syrupy fondness. It's all so blurry, but all so distinct. Every soothing touch as he washes you lures you further and further into a state of complete relaxation. He puts lotion all over you afterwards, making sure he's careful with the tender spots. Soon you're wrapped in a plush towel, perched on the counter as he combs your damp hair.
You let out a long sigh at the cathartic feeling, then lean forward to kiss collar bone. You rest your chin on his chest and look up at him. You snake your arms around his waist and pull his huge frame between your legs. He sets the comb down before bringing his hands up to hold the sides of your head.
"You're my sweet girl, you know that right?" He says, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod and give him a soft "mhm" as you press your lips into the opposite collar bone.
"Words please?" He asks, gentle and guiding.
Your brain is still so incredibly foggy, you're having a horrible time trying to scrounge up any coherent phrases.
One of his hands slides down the side of your face until it settles under your jaw, with the pad of his thumb against your chin and his index finger under your jaw, he tilts your head up so you have to meet his eyes.
"What are you?" His eyebrows raise slightly, eyes full of adoration.
"I'm your sweet girl." You somehow manage the admission with a hoarse voice.
"Perfect, don't ever forget that." He kisses the top of your head then, breathing in as he pulls you against him even more.
You love Kirishima, and he loves you. You both feel it in your bones. He has all of you now, and you feel like you have all of him. Regardless of past sexual experience, you've both given each other something new to cherish and learn about.
"Let's get you to bed." He says before attempting to scoop you up again.
"Uh- Kiri?" You say, pressing your hands to his chest to stop him.
"Hm?"
"I'm kinda hungry…" You admit, suddenly aware of the gnawing in your belly.
He looks down at you for a brief second, an amazed look dances in his eyes before he throws his head back to let out a rich laugh.
"Burgers, and then bed?" He asks fondly, head tilting down to kiss your forehead.
"Oh fuck yeah." You say excitedly, the promise of a big nasty burger makes you giddy.
It's not long before you're sat next to Kiri at a booth in your favorite burger joint. One heavy arm draped over your shoulders, the other holding a massive cheeseburger. You sit comfortably dressed in one of his hoodies, it falls all the way to your knees, drowning your body in fabric that smells like him.
He takes one, huge, messy bite out of his burger. Lettuce and condiments flops onto his plate as you carefully bite your own.
"You're an animal." You giggle up at him.
He considers your statement as he chews, then leans down next to your ear once he's swallowed.
"You like it." He whispers.
Your spine goes rigid and blush heats your cheeks. Of course nobody heard, only a few others out at this hour, but you can't help but glance around the diner to make sure.
You slap his arm and pout up at him.
"That's not fair." You protest, but you can't help the smile that spreads when you see him beaming at you with all his pointy teeth on display.
The rest of the night is spent full of laughter and teasing over milkshakes. You eventually wind up back home, tangled in bed together. After a change of bedding of course. You press yourself into Kirishima as much as you possibly can, though you'd both be content to melt into each other if it were possible. As you drift off, you thank your lucky stars for the man holding you, for the safety he provides, for such a dazzling first time. You're glad you waited, you'd do it again, you'd do it forever if it meant you could share it with Kirishima.
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Wanna Be Kissed (Wolfstar)
Okay! So I’ve decided to start bringing some of my fics from Ao3 over here, mostly because I think it makes it a lil easier for people to find! Here’s the first one anyways! (Side note - any remus/sirius transferred will be wolfstar, not coops)
Sirius Black has never kissed a girl. In fact, Sirius Black has never kissed anyone, ever.
It’s not that the opportunity hadn’t presented itself, because Merlin, it had. Sirius was infamous in Hogwarts, the brooding Black boy, the first to not be sorted into Slytherin. The boy who ran away from home. The leather jacket wearing, wild haired, grey eyed mystery man.
Apparently girls were into that, if Sirius’s friends were to be trusted.
“What about Lucy Lancaster?” Peter whispered as the Marauders sat curled up in a corner, their corner, of the Gryffindor common room.
Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, looking across the room to the blonde girl in question. “The fourth year?”
Peter nodded, “Yeah, I mean, she’s only one year younger than us and she’s really pretty and smart.” He gushed.
Sirius looked over at his friend. “I think she sounds more like your kind of girl Wormy.” He said, standing up and moving to sit closer to the fire, grabbing his book off the coffee table as he went. He curled up on the cushy red sofa, but had barely opened the book to the latest page when James Potter himself flopped down next to him.
“I know there’s someone you fancy.”
Sirius didn’t look up from his book. “Do you now?” He didn’t need to look at James to know his friend was flushing a little red.
“Okay well, I don’t know.” He admitted. “But I do suspect.”
Sirius met his eyes, amused. “There’s a fair bit of a difference between knowing and suspecting Prongs. For example, I know that you’re one hundred percent head-over-heels in love with Lily Evans, but I only suspect that you were the one who put itching powder in Lucius Malfoy’s quidditch robes.”
“It wasn’t me.” James grumbled and continued when Sirius looked at him disbelievingly. “Really it wasn’t. That’s not my style… anymore.”
Sirius laughed, patting him on the shoulder. “Yeah I know, Evans wouldn’t approve.”
“Yeah but also I just think we’re a bit too mature for stuff like itching powder when our time could be much more productively dedicated to tasks such as perfecting the map.”
Both boys sighed longingly. The map, their pride and joy. It wasn’t quite perfect yet - they still had a few passages to fill in, but it was getting pretty close.
James shifted in his seat to face Sirius properly, and Sirius mirrored his movements.
“In all seriousness though Pads, you know you can talk to me, right?”
Sirius smiled at his friend in a way that he could only pray was reassuring and nodded. “Of course I know James. I promise if there was anything to know, I would tell you.”
James nodded and stood up. “Good. Okay, I’ll uh, leave you to your reading.”
James retreated back to the others and Sirius watched him go, watched him sit down next to Remus. Watched as Remus offered him a chocolate frog.
Sirius hadn’t been lying to James, unless you counted a lie of omission. There really was nothing to tell - nothing had happened per se. Nothing had happened… recently. Because Sirius Black had been in love with Remus Lupin for a long time.
Remus-motherfucking-Lupin. The bane of Sirius’s existence. The love of Sirius’s life. He had known for years. Known that the love he felt for James and Peter was very, very different to the love he felt for Remus. He didn’t imagine James kissing him. He didn’t take a deep breath whenever Peter hugged him, trying to memorise his scent. So yeah, Sirius has never kissed anyone, simply because it wouldn’t be fair. Not to anyone. Not when Sirius’s heart was no longer his own to give away.
“Pads, we’re playing exploding snap, do you wanna join?” Remus called from where they were all laughing and Sirius sighed, already standing up. He’d never been able to say no to his tawny haired friend.
“Deal me in.”
****
“Fuck!”
Sirius’s head whipped up at the sound of Remus cursing. “Moons?” He called, swinging his legs off the side of his bed and drawing back his curtains, “Are you okay?”
Remus sat on his own bed, a dripping mug in his hand. “Yeah sorry,” he grumbled. “I’m just a twat, I spilled my tea all over myself.”
Sirius but his lip laughing even as he grabbed his wand and spelled away the puddle on the floor. Remus caught the back of his t-shirt and pulled it off over his head in one swift movement that took Sirius’s breath away.
“I cast a cleaning charm.” Sirius stuttered uselessly, his eyes focused on Remus’s lightly tanned skin, the faint whisper of shining scars that moved as Remus stood up.
“I know.” Remus shrugged and Sirius just gazed at those powerful shoulders. “But I still feel it, you know? I just need a new shirt.”
Sirius nodded helplessly as Remus walked to the trunk at the end of his bed and pulled out another shirt. Sirius thanked Merlin that the other boy was faced away from him because there was no way he could disguise his gawking at the dips of Remus’s shoulder blades, the curved run of his spine. Fuck, Sirius would give anything to trace his fingers over that soft skin.
Remus tugged the shirt over his head and crawled back onto his bed leisurely. Sirius’s heart rate was anything but. Everyone assumed that Remus was super scrawny, and they had been right, at least at first. When Remus had arrived at Hogwarts, that’s exactly what he had been - a stick thin little boy with big caramel eyes. But a wonderful combination of a solid three meals a day, a growth spurt and having to stay fit in order to help him recover from his monthly adventures had resulted in Remus Lupin looking like he starred in wet dreams.
(Never mind the fact that he starred in all of Sirius’s dreams).
“G’night guys.” Peter called from behind his curtains, the rest of the Marauders chorused a sleepy response and once again, the dorm room was silent, unlike Sirius’s brain. No, his traitorous thoughts just kept thinking about what it would be like to make Remus shout ‘fuck’ again in a non-tea related incident.
(They were some pretty good thoughts).
****
“Hey Sirius.”
Sirius looked up from his breakfast to see Anna O’ Connell sliding onto the bench next to him.
“Hi?”
“There’s a trip to Hogsmeade today.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Sirius couldn’t quite decipher the look on Anna’s face at his response.
“So… are you going?” She asked, reaching forward and touching Sirius’s wrist lightly. Sirius looked over at the other Marauders who had all stopped eating to listen in.
“Yeah we’re all going.” Sirius said nodding his head at the others. “Aren’t we lads?”
Sirius could see James looking at him with wide eyes and a ‘what the hell are you doing?’ expression and Remus wasn’t looking at him at all. Peter looked nervously between Anna and Sirius for a moment before nodding. “Yeah we are.”
“Oh right, yeah okay.” Anna said, beginning to stand up. “I guess I might see you there so.”
Sirius shrugged. “I guess so.”
Anna walked away and before she was even out of hearing range, James punched his shoulder not-so-lightly. “Mate, what the hell?”
Sirius rubber his throbbing arm. “What was that for?”
“She was obviously asking you out!”
Sirius choked on his pumpkin juice. “Well apparently it wasn’t that obvious, cause I didn't know about it.”
Remus finally met his eyes, wincing slightly. “It was pretty blatant.”
Sirius sighed and slumped forward, resting his head in his hands. “Oh my god I’m so dumb.”
James nodded in agreement. “Yeah you are. But if you went after her now and just explained what happened I’m sure she’ll still go out with you.”
Sirius shook his head. “No I don’t want to go out with her. I just wish I could tell when people are asking me out. I feel like it’s probably something I should be aware of.”
Remus smirked and Sirius’s gut twisted. He loved that little twitch of the other boys lips. “Probably.”
Peter patted Sirius’s shoulder sympathetically. “Don’t worry about it Pads, I’m sure you’ll get it the next time.”
Sirius just stared down at his now-cold toast. “Yeah.” He mumbled. “Next time.”
Sirius sat down on his bed and fell back dramatically, staring up at the rafters of the dorm. His radar for girls asking him out had not improved, according to his friends a grand total of five girls approached him that week alone. He had only known one of them asked him out on a date.
(That was only because she said “Hey, wanna go on a date with me?”)
He had politely declined.
Sirius sighed and grabbed his little red ball he kept on his locker and threw it up in the air as he lay on the bed, finding the steady rise and fall soothing. Most of Gryffindor, most of the castle really, were all outdoors enjoying the first properly sunny day in a long while. He knew if he looked out the window, he could probably spot James, Peter and Remus all sitting under the oak tree they tended to frequent.
There was a knock on the door. “Sirius?” Remus asked, poking his head in.
Or maybe Sirius wouldn’t find them all outside after all.
“Hey.” Sirius said, stopping throwing the ball but not sitting up.
Remus lay down next to him. On the small bed, their shoulders were pressing together and Sirius could feel the heat radiating off the other boy.
“Why aren’t you outside?”
Sirius shrugged. “Just wanted to think I guess.”
“Will I leave you alone?”
If it had been anyone else asking? Yes, Sirius wanted to be alone. But for Remus?
“No, you can stay.”
Sirius resumed throwing the ball, every so often passing it to Remus to give him a go. They lay side by side in silence for several minutes before Remus spoke again.
“Hey Pads? Could I… ask you something?”
Sirius turned his head slightly just for a second to glance at him. “You can ask me anything.”
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Remus biting his lip for a moment as if choosing his words carefully.
“Why do you… why do you never say yes to any of those girls?”
Sirius’s heart stuttered for a moment but he took a steadying breath. “I just don’t fancy any of them.”
“But isn’t that the point of dating? To see if you could maybe fancy someone?”
Sirius laughed nervously. “I guess I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been on a date.”
Remus fiddled with the fraying cuff of his jumper. “Yeah me neither.”
They were quiet again for a moment before Remus started talking again. “Do you think you’ll ever ask one of them out?”
“The girls?”
“Yeah.”
Sirius shook his head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it wouldn’t be fair.”
Remus huffed our a breath. “Come on Pads, that’s a non-answer.”
Sirius rolled his eyes at the typical Remus response, but his lips twitched. “I don’t fancy girls.”
He held his breath, waiting for Remus’s response. He didn’t think it would be bad exactly - he knew his friends! He knew he could trust them, he knew they loved him but sometimes no matter how much logic dictates otherwise, a tiny inkling of doubt can creep in.
“I’m not so sure I do either.”
Sirius wasn’t sure what kind of response he was expecting but it definitely was not that. He turned his head to see Moony already staring at him. They didn’t say anything - they didn’t need to, the look that flashed between them said enough. A quiet understanding. Remus’s lips quirked and Sirius’s eyes followed the movement before they resumed speaking.
“So is there a guy you fancy?”
Fuck this was dangerous territory. But Sirius couldn’t lie, not to Remus.
“Yeah.”
This time it was Remus who rolled his eyes. “Wow that was so descriptive.”
Sirius’s eyebrow arched. “It was a yes or no question.”
Remus huffed. “Fine, fine, don’t tell me.”
Sirius bit his lip. And rolled onto his side to face Remus. The taller boy did the same. “I don’t just fancy him, I’m in love with him.”
Remus’s breathing sounded uneven. “He must be incredible if you feel that way.”
It felt like there was an elephant standing on Sirius’s chest. “Merlin yes. He’s kind and thoughtful and I could get lost in his eyes forever. He runs his fingers through his hair when he’s thinking, when he’s studying I know he bites the top of his quill even though he denies it and when he’s nervous he plays with the cuffs on his jumper and it’s so cute and I -“
Sirius cut off as Remus’s hands stilled. Hands that had been fiddling with the cuff of his jumper.
“-And he’s one of my best friends in the entire world. He’s brave and strong and the best person I know. I would do anything for him.”
Remus stared into his eyes for, Sirius couldn’t even tell how long. It could have been seconds or hours but to be frank, Sirius couldn’t give a fuck either way. Remus’s honey eyes had flecks of dark brown in them and all Sirius wanted to do was map the splash of freckles on his nose. Remus bit his lip so hard Sirius was nearly worried he’d draw blood before his eyes became steadier, more decided. Sirius watched as Remus’s chest rose unsteadily as he took a breath.
“He’d do anything for you too.”
And fuck if Sirius didn’t want to cry. Or jump around laughing. Or shout with delight from the tower. But most of all, he wanted Remus.
Cautiously, so cautiously, he reached his hand out and traced the cheekbones he had so often admired, Remus shivering lightly under his touch. His hand dropped lower as he ran his thumb over Remus’s ever so slightly parted lips, able to feel his hot breath on his skin.
“Are you ever going to kiss me or am I going to have to do it myself?”
“Merlin, I love you.” Sirius breathed before doing exactly that. He leaned down and connected their lips, at first, just a bare brush, Sirius was being so careful, waiting to see if Moony would decide that, actually no, he wouldn’t be making out with one of his best mates today, but that never happened. Instead, Remus tangled one hand in Sirius’s hair and wrapped the other tightly around his waist.
“Kiss me properly you wanker.” Remus demanded and Sirius smirked before pressing his lips against Remus’s and for a moment, that was all he knew. The world could have exploded but all Sirius would have registered was the hot force of Remus’s lips on his own, the fingers curling in his hair and the hand pressing steadily into his waist.
They pulled away gasping, Sirius looking at Remus’s swollen lips with a smug delight. He had always wondered what Remus would look like after a good snog. Now he knew.
“I love you too.” Remus said simply, cupping Sirius’s jaw in his hand and caressing thumb over Sirius’s cheekbone. Sirius’s heart just about exploded and he quickly leaned down to reconnect their lips, gasping as he felt Moony’s leg wrap tightly around his waist and he pressed himself impossibly closer.
“I love you.” He murmured against Remus’s lips. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Sirius has never kissed a girl. But he has kissed someone. The best someone in his opinion. The only someone really. Remus-motherfucking-Lupin; no longer the bane of Sirius’s existence.
(But still the love of his life).
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things you said in no man’s land | jhs
❝ in the middle of no man’s land, following a brutal battle, you come across the prince of the enemy nation. he’s wounded and weak. you could simply kill him. yet an unspoken feeling stops you from doing so... ❞
➝ pairing: prince hoseok x princess reader
➝ prompt: enemies to lovers
➝ genre: angst; fantasy au
➝ word count: 1.5k
➝ warnings: mentions of war and death; depictions of injury
The fighting is pointless.
In no man’s land, surrounded by a sea of dead bodies on either side, both your men and the men of your enemy, you can clearly see the folly of endless warring. The smell of mud and blood cloys the air, clinging to your nostrils.
Looking around, the horizon is empty, apart from the shapes of dead horses and dead riders. The stragglers of your army have retreated. The opposing side has done the same, returning to the safety of camp, where new strategies will be devised, new recruits will be deployed, and new morales will be invigorated for another grisly battle. The idea makes you nauseous. Your body is exhausted, magic drained from your veins after blasting spells at the opposite side, cruel sparks crackling from your fingers. When you started learning magic, you had wanted to use it to heal and strengthen. Now you use it for the opposite, your inherent gift weaponised for war.
As the princess of the White Dragons, you were destined to the lead the war when the fraught peace with the Black Lions ended in a flurry of bloody border disputes. You had been trained to fight from a young age, both with the sword and with your magic.
The thought makes you ill. You spit on the mud, where the trickles of water from the last rain shower run red. You know that you should not be standing in no man’s land. Even with the battle over for now, if anyone from the Black Lions were to see you, all it would take is a well aimed crossbow bolt to the head and you’d be gone. Let them, you think. You don’t want to fight any more.
You walk through the mud, searching in the hopes that you’ll spot a survivor you can help back to camp. But the bodies before you are all corpses now.
Then, you spot a shape heaving before you. Someone managed to live after all. But this body is on the wrong side of no man’s land. A Black Lions’ survivor, dragging himself through the dirt. As he gets to shaking feet, you freeze. His dark hair is buffeted off his face by a weak breeze, revealing his features, stained with dried blood, but still recognisable. Jung Hoseok, the Black Lion’s crown prince.
Standing before you is the heir of your enemy, weak and wounded. All it would take is you drawing your sword, and in one swift motion, you could end his life. With their prince defeated, the Black Lions would retreat, giving temporary peace. But for how long? A few months? Then what?
Hoseok turns to you, and recognition flashes in his troubled eyes. Blood trickles down his face from a wide gash on his forehead.
“Well, princess,” he says in a weak voice, raising his hands to you, “It would seem that the gods are on your side today. Here I am, weaponless before you. Kill me if you wish.”
You swallow, drawing your sword from its sheath. He sways in front of you as you walk towards him. You raise your blade. With one clean cut you could chop through his vital arteries, and watch the life drain from him.
- ✽ ✽ ✽ -
Many years before new war, the Black Lions had met at the White Dragons’ palace for peace negotiations. The peace had not lasted long, but those fleeting years are your most fond childhood memories.
When the Black Lions had arrived at the palace, you remember spotting Hoseok for the first time. He had been hiding behind his father. He was only a young child at the time, around the same age as you. Being young and naive, you had not understood the conflict between your families. All you saw him as was a new playmate. So you ran up to him, and stuck out your hand in greeting, before proceeding to ask him if he wanted to play hide and seek with you. He had been hesitant at first, but after his father gave him a nod, Hoseok had followed you, leaving the adults to negotiate over borders.
You had run through the palace, ducking in and out of the many rooms with Hoseok, giggling as you went. You were happy to have a new friend.
When your father had later corrected you, explaining that no heir of the Black Lions could be a friend of yours, you had worked yourself into a flurry of tears, hiding yourself in your room for days. You didn’t understand why the kind boy couldn’t be your friend.
- ✽ ✽ ✽ -
You drop your sword to the ground in front of Hoseok. “I can’t do it,” you tell him.
His eyes search yours, confused.
“I can’t kill someone so defenceless,” you say, “It doesn’t feel right.”
Hoseok grimaces, “You White Dragons, with your self-assured sense of honour...” A groan escapes his lips, as he grasps at his side. You see blood staining his fingers. “Even if you do not kill me now, I don’t believe I have much time left. If you go now, you’re simply leaving me to a worse fate.” At those words he sinks down to the mud with a hiss of pain. Blood is seeping into his cloak, bubbling up from under his chain mail.
Without realising what you are doing, you instinctively kneel down next to him, lifting up his chain mail and his undershirt to expose a gaping wound on his stomach. You hold up your hands to his wound, and begin to murmur the words of a healing incantation.
“What are you doing?” Hoseok’s voice is steeped in confusion.
You ignore him, concentrating on the wound before you, as you knit shattered ribs, correct the flow of blood, and lace skin together again. The incantation drains you of the last of your energy; the damage is almost too much for you to repair. You’re left gasping for air as you finish, leaving an ugly scar on Hoseok’s skin.
“Why?” his dark irises search your own.
“I...” You shake your head, unsure how to explain yourself, “I don't… want to fight any more… I know it’s naive to think in such a way, but I was reminiscing on when you and I were children, and we played hide and seek in the palace. I struggle to see the man that young boy grew into as an enemy… Even though I should.” A sudden sob shudders through you. “I’ve seen too many people die today. I can’t bear to see another.”
You close your eyes, feeling tears stinging your eyelids. You should not be showing this side of yourself to Hoseok of all people. He could simply pick up the sword you dropped, and end you in an instant. Still you keep your eyes shut, lips trembling on unspoken words.
You feel a warmth on your hand, and pry your wet eyes open to see Hoseok’s hand on yours. You glance up to him, seeing a strange expression contorting his face. “I understand,” he murmurs. His thumb rubs a soft circle on your palm.
You stare at him, and he stares back, as if surprised by his own actions.
“I wish we could stop the war,” you tell him, “I know its naive to hope for such things, but I cannot help this feeling.”
Hoseok nods, “At least I know there’s hope for your nation once you ascend to the throne. The White Dragons will have a kind and just ruler.”
“I know the same will be true of the Black Lions once you become king,” you reply softly.
Hoseok’s grip on your hand grows tighter. You get the sense that he wants to say more, but he keeps his mouth shut. His eyes search your own, his cheeks flushed. You feel a seed of hope root itself inside you. Maybe someday there will be peace between your nations, heralded by a new generation of royals.
Despite knowing that you should quell such feelings, a shiver runs through you when Hoseok offers you a sad smile. You refuse to name the emotion, instead pulling Hoseok to his feet, standing firm in the empty space between enemy camps.
As you part ways, you to the White Dragons, and he to the Black Lions, the stubborn emotion persists in your chest, heavy on your heart. You know it will only become more problematic over time. You try to ignore it, and leave it unnamed.
But it has a name. It’s name is love.
- ✽ ✽ ✽ -
One day, the warring nations will declare peace once more.
On that day, Hoseok will get down on one knee, and ask the kind princess who healed him on the battlefield for her hand in marriage. She’ll say yes.
- THE END -
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“Take you to Paris”
Shigaraki Tomura x reader (angst-to-fluff-to-smut)
Word count: 2813
Some hurt comfort smut because I want to hug Shiggy rn
It all started with Ratatouille.
Tonight wasn’t any different from usual. Friday is date night, a tradition Shigaraki and I have managed to uphold ever since we started dating four months ago. It’s not always easy but we manage, despite his hectic lifestyle.
Going out, having to deal with people, has never been either of our strong suits. Because of that it usually ends up with him stealing us buying a random game and trying to speed run it, or renting a movie.
Hence how we got to Ratatouille.
His arm is draped over my shoulder and I’m cuddled into his side. His hand absentmindedly draws patterns onto my shoulder, artists gloves allowing him to move this freely.
The Eiffel Tower comes on screen and I can’t help but let out a tiny gasp, “I wish I could go to Paris one day.” I said it more to myself than anything, just marveling at the beautiful animation, but suddenly the hand on my shoulder freezes and I feel him stiffen up against me.
I look up at him questioningly, “Baby are you oka-“
My question dies in my throat when I see his face, well, more like the face. It’s a shield, formed by years of ignored hurt. It's a shield that he puts on around others, but usually never me, at least for a long time he hasn’t now. Though his eyes are still firmly trained on the tv, they’re unfocused, I can tell his mind is somewhere else, somewhere dark.
“Shiggy?” I question as I slip out of his grip to turn the movie of. As soon as my warmth leaves his side he shrinks in on himself, eyes now dropping to the floor, hand flying up to his neck.
I quickly make my way over to him, snatching his wrist and pulling it away from his neck, he flinches at my touch and pulls his wrist out of my grip like I’ve burned him. I try to reach out again, lift his face to look at me but he cowers away from my touch again. So instead, I kneel down in front of him, putting myself right in his line of vision to try and meet his gaze. It’s only now I see that they’re glossed over, filled with tears that want to spill but are being held back.
“I can’t take you to Paris-“ he mumbles it quietly, so quietly I assume I must’ve heard him wrong. I place my hand on his cheek and try once more, “What baby?”
“I can’t. Take you. To fucking Paris!” He slaps my hand away from his face and I flinch at his unusually harsh tone.
As soon as his own reaction registers to him his eyes widen in horror. He stands up and walks all the way to the other side of the room, trying to put as much distance between us as possible.
“Shiggy I don’t get what yo-“
“You want to go to Paris and I can’t take you,” he curtly states, like that is supposed to explain it all. Instead, he only manages to confuse me even more, “I wasn’t actually serious.”
“That’s not the point, don’t you get it?! Look at me Y/N!” He gestures wildly to himself, “I’m a villain, I can’t take you to the movies, we can’t go shopping, hell, you can’t even have pictures with me on your phone! So I’ll never be able to take you to fucking Paris!”
“Baby you know I don’t care about that, I know who you are and I love every part of you, no matter what.”
“Don’t say that so carelessly! I know you don’t mean it! I know that you’ll eventually realize how big of a mistake you’re making and leave! And if you don’t then you’re a fucking idiot,” he’s pretty much shouting at this point, words laced with venom making my chest tighten, “I have done so many bad things, that’s why here, inside these four walls, will always be the only place I can be with you, don’t you get that?” His words hurt but I ignore the dull sting they leave.
“I might be an idiot,” I say softly, crossing the distance between us in a few swift strides. “But,” I continue as I grab his hands and hold his gaze in mine, “I’m not leaving you. Ever. And I’m not ignoring the things you’ve done either. I know what they are but I love you despite that. You, Tomura Shigaraki, are the love of my life and the thought of having to spend a day on this earth without you makes me sick. No matter what, I will love you with every fiber of my being until the day I die.”
My words finally get through to him and he crumbles, tears flowing freely as he quite literally falls into my arms. Soft mumbles of ‘why?’, muffled by my shirt, fill my ears as I stroke through his hair, each of them breaking my heart.
After a couple of minutes pass, I pull his face up from my shoulder so I can rest my forehead against his, “I love you,” I whisper once more, just for him, and lean forwards capturing his lips in a soft kiss. A sob wrecks through his body, he continues to cry softly as my tongue licks at his lips, tasting salty from his tears, but he nonetheless still parts them to grant me access.
After a while his hands find purchase on my hips as he tries to pull me impossibly closer, as if he let go I might disappear.
“I love you,” I murmur against his lips again before I move on to kiss his cheek, “I love your laugh,” I kiss his ear, “I love your shouts when you lose a game,” I kiss his jawline “I love our indoor date nights.”
I travel lower until my lips are pressed against his neck where tiny scars litter his skin, “I love your scars too,” he lets out a whimper as I softly place my lips on the skin there, “they don’t define you, but they’re a part of who you are so I love them just the same.”
I lean back and bring one of his hands up to my lips, “I love the way your hand feels in mine,” I take my time to kiss all of his fingertips before pressing a kiss to his palm, “I love how it feels when you let your fingers dance along my skin,” another whimper, “and I will not stop loving these hands because they can do bad stuff.”
“I will not stop loving you,” his tears have stopped flowing but his lips are still trembling so I put a tiny peck on them, “ever.”
“I love you too,” it's silent for a few moments before he hesitantly continues, “please let me make love to you.”
His words catch me by surprise and I feel my face heat up.
It’s not like we haven’t had sex before, we have, but ‘Making love’ would never be a good way to describe it. It’s always rough and fast with Shigaraki, gentleness not of concern.
“Okay.”
His lips are on mine again in an instant, slow and passionate in their movements. The pace is bittersweet and leaves me lightheaded.
He walks me backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed and I softly let myself fall down, Shigaraki following my movements not wanting the kiss to be broken for even a second.
My hands tangle in his hair as his find their way under my shirt and explore my soft skin, the difference between the smooth silk of the gloves and his calloused hands leaving goosebumps in their wake. My shirt and bra are soon to be discarded and his hands eagerly continue their exploration.
He softly cups my breasts and toys with my nipples, all the while not breaking our kiss, and I can feel heat start to pool between my legs.
I pull at his shirt and he helps me take it off, “See, now it’s fair,” I giggle against his lips, I feel them curl up into a smile before he finally breaks the kiss, smiling down at me for a second before greedily attaching his mouth to one of my nipples while his hand continues to toy with the other.
His hips are already slightly rutting against my thigh, he’s rock hard, more slick pools in my panties and I can’t take it anymore, I need him even closer and I need that now.
“Tomu, stop,” I call out to him, he immediately lets go of me, eyes frantic in fear of having done something wrong, “lie down for me baby.”
He gives me an unsure look but nevertheless follows my request.
I situate myself between his legs and slowly slide his pants down, I leave small kisses and nips along his leg as I do so, when those are removed, I follow the same process as I make my way up again. A large spot of precum is already staining his boxers, “let me take care of you m’kay?” I say as I pull the waistband of his boxers down, he hisses as the cold air from the room hits his sensitive member, head red and already coated in precum.
I place a kiss to his tip, followed by a small lick that makes him groan. The bitter taste of his precum making me let out a low hum as well.
Shigaraki holds my hair back for me as I take his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and savoring the flavor some more before I slowly start bobbing my head up and down his length. I find a steady rhythm, taking him as deep as I can while pumping what doesn’t fit.
Shigaraki is already a whimpering mess above me, the slow pace such a huge contrast to how it usually is that it makes his heart flutter. He softly pulls my hair, guiding me up and down his shaft at a slightly faster pace. I gag a few times but also fall into the rhythm after a while. His moans making my core ache for some relief.
I snake my hand down my body and into my, now soaked, panties. I rub slow circles along my clit causing me to moan around his shaft. Which in turn makes him let out a guttural groan.
He pulls me off and I whine at the interruption, “No matter how amazing this is, it’s not what I want right now. I need to be inside you baby, gonna fill you up nice and good. Can I do that love?” His vermilion eyes bore into mine with an indescribable earnest, his pupils blown wide with desire, I whimper; “please.”
Shigaraki swiftly flips us over, pinning me below him. His lips find mine again in a sweet embrace but he pulls away before we can get sucked up into another heated kiss. He’s still close enough that I can taste his breath, “I’m going to make you feel so good baby,” with a huff he pulls up my skirt and rips my panties off.
I let out a yelp in surprise which quickly turns into a drawn-out moan when he plunges his index finger into my tight heat. “Such pretty sounds,” he mumbles against the skin of my neck before leaving a dark bruise there as his thumb start to circle my clit, ripping even more sounds from my throat. Soon after, a second and third finger are added, the long slender digits turn my brain to putty.
The coil in my stomach pulls impossible tighter as I near my orgasm, Shigaraki can feel it too by the way I’m clenching down on him, “Go ahead love, let go. Fuck- you have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”
His husky voice finally sends me over the edge, the knot in my stomach snaps, I let out a high-pitched cry as Shiggy guides me through my orgasm. I don’t get long to catch my breath though, not even a moment later he’s already pressing another kiss to my lips.
“Ready baby?” he asks while lining himself up with my entrance, I nod and he slowly pushes himself inside. Once fully inside he gives me a moment to adjust, no matter how much he stretches me or how often we have sex, it always causes a dull ache in the beginning.
“You can move Tomu, please move,” Shigaraki doesn’t need to be told twice.
He pulls out almost completely before slamming all the way back inside, and again, and again, and again, until he eventually falls into a steady pace. The pace is slow, but that doesn’t matter, not when his tip is nudging my cervix with every thrust and he’s staring at me like that. His eyes stare into mine with so much love and adoration that I completely lose myself in them.
The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room as a thin layer of sweat starts to form on both of our bodies. “Tomura!” I shout as he hits that spot inside of me that has me seeing stars. He smirks, angling his hips in order to keep hitting it, succeeding even further in turning me into a moaning mess.
It doesn't take too long for the knot in my stomach to tighten again, I pull his head down for a deep kiss and he swallows up my moans as it snaps for the second time tonight. My orgasm brings him closer to his own, he fastens his pace and pushes my legs up until my knees are to my chest, allowing him to hit even deeper.
“Fuck Y/N, ngh, I’m close, I-I’m close,” he says with a strained voice, grip in my thighs turning bruising as he continues to piston into me. ”Don’t pull out,” my own voice surprises me and it startles him as well, he looks at me with wide eyes, hips faltering for a second before continuing his brutal pace, “a-are you sure? You’re not on-”
“I know,” I cup his face and smile up at him, “I’m sure. I love you so much Tomura.”
“Shit,” is head drops to the crook of my neck, his thrusts growing sloppy until he stills inside of me, hot white ropes of cum coating my insides and shooting directly into my womb.
We stay like that for a moment, both catching our breath before Shigaraki finally sits up. I whine, wanting to keep him close, but my body is too worn out to make any useful protest. My eyes follow his figure across the room and into the bathroom, where he soon merges from again with a damp cloth. He cleans me up before discarding the cloth onto the floor and slipping under the covers with me, the rest can be worried about later.
He pulls me close against his chest and nuzzles his nose into my hair, I let out a happy sigh and melt into the embrace. We rest like that in a comfortable silence and I can feel my eyes start to droop as his steady breathing lulls me to sleep, until: “We’re leaving.”
“Hmm, Shig, what?” I try to move back to look up at him but his arms keep me pinned firmly in place.
“I said we’re leaving,” he takes a sharp inhale before he continues, “I still don’t know what kind of mistake the universe made that made you end up with someone like me-” I try to interrupt him but he pulls me closer to him and sighs, “Let me finish please.”
I nod and he continues, “As I was saying, I have no clue how it happened, but it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. You, Y/N, are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I fell madly in love with you and miraculously you felt the same. I didn't want to let myself believe it at first, I couldn't, not when at any moment you could become aware of the mistake you were making and leave, taking my heart with you in the process. But now I know that you plan on staying, I’m never giving you that chance again. I want to stay with you forever, I-I wanna have a family with you, love,” his hand gently strokes over my stomach, “but I can’t do that. Not yet at least, not while we’re still here.”
I try once more to look up at him and this time he lets me, his eyes are teary but he has the happiest smile on his face that I’ve ever seen, he pushes his forehead against mine.
“Let me take you to Paris.”
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Show Me the Places
Blurb: You can find comfort in Edmund, and he can find peace in you.
Prompt: “Show me the places where the others gave you scars” + “You drew stars around my scars” (both lyrics by Taylor Swift)
Warnings: angst (to fluff eventually), mentions of physical injury, anxiety and past experiences however nothing too graphic.
A/N: I’d wanted to write something like this for a while & Edmund’s character story is one that’s been a comfort to me over the years. Hope you all enjoy x
It wasn’t the first time Edmund had come back from a battle and it certainly wasn’t the first time he had wounds as a result. In addition, it was not the first - and definitely not the last either - that you were sitting him down and tending to his wounds. There wasn’t as many this time but you wanted to care for him nonetheless.
He winced as you tended to a small cut above his eye and you giggled. “You never learn do you?” Ed shook his head like a misbehaved child. You had seen him fight numerous times before but you didn’t know how he did it - the physical challenges it posed terrified you at times yet he seemed to do it so effortlessly. It was as if he was fearless.
As you finished cleaning him up, you placed your hand on his right cheek. As you did, Edmund flinched ever so slightly but it was enough for you to notice. You remembered him telling you about during his time with the Witch and how she had slapped him across the face. Every now and again that memory would come back to him and even though he knew you would never dream of doing such a thing, it always ashamed him.
He loved that you loved him regardless but there was always that sense of guilt within - that his past would haunt and taint him forever and he would never move on from that.
Dishevelled and messy, Edmund looked at you with beckoning eyes. At that moment, your curiousity got the better of you.
“Does it scare you?” you asked in a low whisper. Ed turned to look at you - his expression was intent yet curious. “Fighting?”
He gave a small smile before shaking his head. “It used to” he admitted before continuing: “When I first fought in Narnia it was against the Witch, it was fighting a living, physical fear. After that, I knew that nothing could terrify or hurt me more.” As Edmund described his feelings, you couldn’t help but marvel at his courage. You couldn’t imagine how he must have felt - just a boy - fighting the thing that had traumatized him so greatly, yet here he was: a strong man who would willingly take anything coming his way.
“If I’m honest, this nasty gash above the eye must hurt at least a little”
“Oh” he whispered, “I’ve had worse”. Flashbacks to his first battle, the eyes of evil intent of the Witch and her sceptre ran through his head and you could sense this... but neither of you said anything.
You finished working your magic on him and ran some fingers through his hair, to which he returned a sheepish smile. There was a silence where you both hesitated on whether to break it or not. From his hair, your hand moved down again and you paused before placing it on his cheek again, reflecting on the memory you had shortly before. Edmund tenderly reached and took your hand and placed it there, where it belonged.
You knew this was the moment, as your heart won over your head. “You’ve always told me Ed” you started, “but can you show me? Show me the places where the others gave you scars”.
Edmund looked at you astonished before he let out a quiet breath. You knew Ed, you knew that behind his courageous persona that he maintained for the majority of time, he was vulnerable at times too. Only at certain moments would he ever let his guard down and right now was one of them. It was just the two of you - that was all that was needed.
Slowly, he moved before gliding his shirt up over his head. As he sat bare chested in front of you, his porcleain-like skin had small red lines scattered across his chest. It didn’t take you long before you fell forward and enveloped your love in a warm hug - you wished intently that you could wipe all of the marks off him for good.
Finally you sat back up straight and placed your hands gently on his shoulders. Slowly, you began to run your hands down his arms and over his chest, tracing the lines left on his skin. You could feel goosebumps beginning to form across him, his starvation of physical touch was evident. Tears began to brim on your eyes as Edmund looked into your eyes, desperate to see some form of response. All you could say was: “Oh... Ed.. I’m so sorry”.
Letting out a breath, he cupped your face delicately in hands as a few stray tears began to slide down your face. “Love? Why are you saying sorry?”. It took you a moment to compose yourself before you whispered that you were sorry for all he had endured - both physically and emotionally - and at that you held his face in your hands. The face that stared back at you was one full of love, Edmund was truly vulnerable at this moment and he was willing to be his honest self just for you.
“I wish I could just wash all of these away” you whispered as more tears began to fall. At that Edmund gave you a quick kiss and you embraced him again. As you placed your hands on his back, you began to trace heart shapes across his skin. He smiled into your shoulder before asking: “What are you doing?”
“I’m drawing some hearts around your scars, as a way of saying I love you”. At this, Edmund started to tear up. “I want to show you in every way how much you mean to me and that I love you. I tell you so often, but I want to show you more. Whether it’s holding your hand or cupping your cheek or kissing and embracing you, I want you to know Ed how special you are. You’ve been honest with me fully and I want to do the same”.
Edmund didn’t know what to say but he knew that nothing more needed to be said. As he could feel you continuing to draw hearts across his back and chest, he cupped your face in hands and grinned. “You need to do nothing more my love” he whispered before kissing you passionately. He broke away and added: “I already know and I thank you”.
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Why Does Jin Guangyao Have So Many Goddamn Ships
This dude. I don’t know what is with him. He can be shipped with so many goddamn people, and you can find something in canon (show/novel/audio drama) to justify it. You like a specific trope? He’ll have a ship that gives it to you. (Lets extrapolate some from canon)
Qin Su/Jin Guangyao: Naive yet headstrong heiress trying to fight on the battlefield and contribute to the greater good. Bit off more than she could chew and was rescued by a gentle and quietly self-assured young man. Romance and comedy ensues as she vows to make him her husband! Flowers! Hijinks! Enlisting quirky handmaidens for advice! Jin Guangshan doesn’t exist in this one!
Lan Xichen/Jin Guangyao: hero saves the beauty, gay edition. Young bookkeeper wants to be worthy of noble young master’s esteem, works his ass off, puts himself in years of danger, finally climbs to the top and now must deal with the “is he or is he not” of romance in politics! Is he or is he not? He’s always at your house and gives you a free pass to his house and draws you exclusive paintings and only attends conferences hosted by you and trusts you completely! But he never says anything! Cue the yearning! The soft touches! Reminders of etiquette! Swooning into strong arms!
Jiang Cheng/Jin Guangyao: reluctant and accidental co-parents reluctantly and accidentally fall in love in the long years of raising a precocious nephew into adulthood. The kid turned out surprisingly okay, with a commendably hard moral backbone. One realizes it’s nice to have a perpetually angry grape ready to blow up in your defense. The other realizes someone closest to him is already fulfilling all his marriage requirements and he didn’t even know it! Domestic bliss! Cute kids! Internal struggles of sexuality! The italicized oh!
Nie Mingjue/Jin Guangyao: Noble and righteous leader recognizing and promoting downtrodden but talented beginner –> no good opinion forthcoming but still wants to care his own way older brother x turning down a dark path but still wants to go back the way things were younger brother –> So much resentment fierce corpse x unable to forget the guilt murderer –> they are buried together. Deteriorating relationship! Shakespearean tragedy! Ultimate darkness! Death! Eternity with each other!
(Honorable mention: 3zun - a wholesome ouroboros loop of death, mystery and found family)
Nie Huaisang/Jin Guangyao: you ever have that one childhood friend that takes care of you and indulges in your oddities and protects you with murderous looks and a scarred back even though he’s frailer than you are; and then that childhood friend murders your older brother but leaves you alive and still takes cares of you and spoils you and would drop everything to help you with a made up problem? And so you’re now left seething in rage because how dare he ruin you and love you all without pause?! Cue the revenge plots! Lies! Deceit! Best actor winners going toe to toe on the world’s biggest stage! Inner conflict! Angst! More conflicted plotting!
Mo Xuanyu->Jin Guangyao: You’re weak and a mess and constantly bullied and the only one in this huge and scary house that ever showed you kindness is your older half brother. He becomes a god in your eyes, all golden and brilliant and surrounded by equally golden and beautiful people you can never touch. But you still try despite everything because he’s the sun and he wanted you to thrive, and you’re just a little moth ramming head first into the flames. And when you’re scorched to the bone and everyone still keeps on trying to stomp you into ash and you finally decide to take revenge, you still can’t bring yourself to blame that splendid sun who were never yours in the first place. Resentments! Unrequited love! More angst! Inner courtyard intrigues! More tragedy! Poetic inner monologues!
Su She->Jin Guangyao: generous and focused ruler x dedicated and competent supporter. He gives you all the respect you need and you know in your soul you will die for him and you don’t care one whit about it. You protect his heart but you always stood one step behind. The position beside him is taken, often by a soft figure in golden silk, or an eminent figure in blue satin. Jealousy! Loud expressions of loyalty! Ego management! Pining and simping!
Xue Yang/Jin Guangyao - friends who murder together stays together. One causes wanton destruction and the other picks up after them. Not because he particularly cares that people are getting hurt but the cost analysis tells him it’s not worth the clean up. You pay for my shopping, I rip out the tongues of anyone that insults your mother. Lighthearted talks of murder! Scheming with friends! Lots of cursing! Dubious experiments! Lots of magical cursing! Friends with benefits!
Wen Ruohan/Meng Yao: local megalomanic tyrant sees this random ass kid all bloodied up and gleaming with spite and went “I would like to raise that one. I’ll give it a sword and I’ll teach him stuff and I won’t say I appreciate him but I will definitely save him from imminent danger.” And that kid acknowledges said tyrant as his teacher and tortures for him pretends to love him, all the while stealing his secrets and preparing to stab him in the back to win the war. Struggle! Trauma! Living in hardship! Double agent reminding themselves not to be conflicted! Psychological torture!
Wen Chao + Wen Xu: uhhhhhh, the canoodling with stepmom trope? Do we even go that far on tumblr? It’s a possibility I’ve considered for about two seconds and now I wish I could wash my brain out.
Jin Zixun~~Jin Guangyao: the “I know I’m slapping the me two years ago in the face with what I’m doing right now but it’s love so I don’t care” trope? All the Jins do this. The year before you were all “why are you always here you don’t belong here you bastard son” and now you’re all “wheres A-Yao he promised he would ambush this public menace with me owo?!??!!??” What a weakass motherfucker with weakass principles.
Honorable mentions:
Wei Wuxian + Jin Guangyao: best in law dynamics, potentially. Terrorizing the Cloud Recesses, eating lots of spicy food, hiding secrets in perfectly groomed hair, causing aneurysms in Lan Qiren, violating all the OH&S regulations Etc.
Lan Wangji + Jin Guangyao: best in law dynamics, actually. It’s a whole battle. Jin “I am physically incapable of seeing someone and not wanting to take care of it” Guang “yes I will be calling you Wangji and trying to give you stuff and show audible concern for your love life” Yao vs. Lan “I do not wish to know you I do not care for your seating arrangements do not ever invite me to your banquets again” Wang “just because you’re maybe dating my precious older brother does not mean I will not refute you to your face about my boyfriend at your banquet in front of said brother” Ji.
(And yes the last two are purely familial/platonic. And also everyone else? You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift is the most fitting theme song for half of them)
~more MDZS metas under #my thing# tag~
#you ever think wen chao saw Meng Yao#and went#oh no is this my stepmom#my thing#Jin guangyao#I regret nothing#mdzs#cql#the untamed#Lan xichen#qin su#Jiang Cheng#Lan Wangji#xiyao#chengyao#nieyao#Nie mingjue#Nie huaisang#mo Dao Zu shi#wen ruohan#Meng Yao#mo xuanyu#writing#Jin Zixun can choke#Wei Wuxian#xue yang
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10 Seconds Later
An Obiyuki Playlist
(For Obiyuki Week 2021 Day 7: Wheel of Fortune by @snowwhite-andtheknight)
This playlist starts after the iconic “10 seconds” scene with Obi trying to decide if he should tell her his feelings or not, then transitions to songs where he decides it’s better if he doesn’t tell her or that he tells her and hopes their relationship stays the same. Still using a lot of Snow Patrol and Eisley songs, but I was finally able to include some of my other favorite bands like Jimmy Eat World and Anberlin too! (Chapter cover edit from @ansmangacaps, definitely one of my favorites!)
Open Your Eyes- Snow Patrol
Momentum- The Hush Sound
Let It Happen- Jimmy Eat World
A Day Late- Anberlin
Now Is Not The Time- Chvrches
Autumn Love- Death Cab for Cutie
I Wish- Eisley
Love Isn’t a Game- Midnight Television
If You’re Wondering- Eisley
Peace- Taylor Swift
Summary lyrics are cited after the cut (and planning on posting individual lyric analyses separately, sometime after the week):
“All this feels strange and untrue, and I won't waste a minute without you. I want so much to open your eyes, cause I need you to look into mine. Tell me that you'll open your eyes… take my hand, knot your fingers through mine, and we'll walk from this dark room for the last time.”- Open Your Eyes, Snow Patrol
“You are the dark ocean bottom and I am the fast-sinking anchor, should I fall for you? You are the scar on my tissue that I show all of my new friends, should I show you me? All we need is a little bit of momentum, break down these walls that we've built around ourselves. All we need is a little bit of inertia, break down and tell. That you are the rain on the fire deep in the trees, when no one was looking, should I speak of this?”- Momentum, The Hush Sound
“I have a ringing in my head and no one to help me answer it, even with you close enough to kiss… thinking about it can’t help me let go.”- Let It Happen, Jimmy Eat World
“So let me get this straight, say now you love me all along? What makes you hesitate to tell me in words what you really feel? I can see it in your eyes you mean all of what you say, I remember so along ago saying I felt the same way. Only time will tell, could've been more but at least you're still my day late friend. Can't help but entertain this thought, thoughts of us together.”- A Day Late, Anberlin
“Warriors are both time and patience, but you and I are worlds apart. There is much that I still want to tell you, but now is not the time to speak of love.”- Now Is Not The Time, Chvrches
“If there's no beacon tonight to guide me, I'll finally break the shackles of direction and let the headlights lead me anywhere they wanna go, I feel at home now out on a bough. This autumn love is not enough.”- Autumn Love, Death Cab for Cutie
“I was carrying a deep hope for you, a little pack of fire, I watched you from afar, a blazing, blooming star. The tree of life is what you are. Oh I wish you felt this way… so tell me, do you fear this? Cause you're not sure what's required, and if I could, I'd just claim you.” - I Wish, Eisley
“Now I’m just playing for keeps the day I met you I fell in so deep. Love isn’t a game, no need keeping score, my heart’s not playing anymore. All in and always, well that’s me for sure. To think how I love while collecting our scars on our hearts and our minds, but win lose or draw I’m all in all time.”- Love Isn’t a Game, Midnight Television
“Cast about the night with your hands, and space the space inside of our heads, and when the fighting fighter inside with all the thrilling I hide. I was wanting you to show me, I was wondering all the time, but if the moon shines on you while you're sleeping, it will show you all that you're feeling inside. If you're wondering I know.”- If You’re Wondering, Eisley
“I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm… All these people think love's for show, but I would die for you in secret. The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me. Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?”- Peace, Taylor Swift
#obiyukiweek21#akagami no shirayukihime#snow white with the red hair#obiyuki#shirayuki#obi#playlist#lyrics#jimmy eat world#anberlin#snow patrol#the hush sound#chvrches#death cab for cutie#eisley#midnight television#dave elkins#taylor swift#many of my obi playlists end the same way…#saved the best for last!
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Break
issei matsukawa x gn!reader
read the warnings twice yeah?
cw: 18+, physical abuse, self-harm, mental illness blood, noncon, toxic relationship
It’s no big deal.
It’s like every other time. The faint scars that line your wrists are evidence of exactly how experienced you are in this act. And yet, it’s somehow different from every other time. The urges have been manageable. With your new healthy coping skills you’ve learned to deal with the pressures of life in ways that don’t involve you injuring yourself. You were doing well too. It’s tragic how just one bad day can destroy your resolve and take away all of your progress.
Your shaky hands hold the blade to your wrist but you can’t bring yourself to break the skin. It’s an oxymoron of sorts; you don’t have the strength to fight off the urge, nor do you have the strength to make the first cut. The pain scares you, it’s been so long you can barely remember how it feels. But the pain is also what you crave; the pain brings release.
You wonder what Mattsun would think. As faded as they are, he’s seen the marks. You know he has. He’s even showered them with kisses on the nights where he made love to you, slow and gentle, savouring every inch of your body no matter how flawed. You recall how he pressed his lips to your skin, how he whispered sweet praises bringing tears to your eyes while his long, thick cock was stretching you open and filling you up completely.
“My perfect fucking baby. Love you so fucking much.”
But he’s never asked you why or when and for that you’re grateful. That was the most shameful part of you. The part of you that you wish you could erase and forget about.
God, if he could see you now, in all your pathetic glory.
“C’mon do it” Your boyfriend’s deep voice echoes around the room. The sharp blade slips from your fingers, clinking against the sink. You didn’t even hear him come in.
Fresh tears start to well up in your already bloodshot, puffy eyes as the humiliation of being caught sets in.
“Issei I- It’s not- I’m not I-“
“Not what?” He should look horrified, disgusted even but instead his expression is blank. His arms are folded across his chest as he leans against the door frame, his large body taking up almost all of the space. . The lack of concern is almost terrifying.
“I’m just- I’m-“ You stammer. How could you possibly explain away what you were about to do? What words could you possibly say that would make him believe that this is not who you are. Not anymore.
“You’re cutting again.”
“No I’m not- I just-“ Rivers of tears run down your cheeks. Hearing him say those words is devastating. For the first time he’s acknowledging how weak you are and always have been.
“Do it. I wanna see.” He doesn’t seem fazed but your emotional display, looking more curious than anything else.
“I- I can’t.” You sniffle, training your eyes on to your feet, physically unable to look him in the face anymore.
“Why not? You used to do it all the time.” He refers to it so casually, downplaying the taboo nature of the habit you thought you broke.
“‘M not supposed to.” Your fingers fidget with the hem of your pajama shorts.
He’s supposed to tell you not to.
“Why not?” He furrows his brows just a little, almost looking genuinely confused. He stalks over to you until you’re rear is pressed right against the sink while Matsukawa’s intimidating figure looms over you.
“It’s bad. I shouldn’t hurt myself.” And yet, even as you say the words, you yourself don’t believe them.
“Aw you’re scared.” He laughs. “How cute.” In a split second his arms are around you, holding you in a tight embrace and kissing the crown of your head. The comfort of his presence is so warm and overwhelming, (especially in your fragile state) that you almost forget what you were doing in the bathroom to begin with.
Almost.
“You need this right? To feel better? Let me help.”
In a split second the warmth of Issei’s body is replaced with the cold, hard ceramic tiles of your bathroom floor. The force of him throwing you down leaves you feeling dizzy and rattled. A dull ache spreads across your skull, throbbing at the point where it made contact with the ground. Before you can find your bearings, he’s straddling you, trapping you in place with both your wrists pinned above your head. The first thing you see as your eyes come into focus is the glint of metal in the harsh light.
You open your mouth to protest but all that that comes out is a loud pained cry as Mattsun delivers 3 cuts to your right arm in quick succession. He is unfazed by the way you wriggle and squirm under his weight because he’s too mesmerised by the way the crimson rivulets flow from his cuts dripping on to the pure white tiles. All you can register is burning pain where he’s sliced you open, sobbing harder now.
Issei brings your bleeding arm above your head, licking and kissing your brand new wounds. He sinks his teeth into your inflamed skin, drawing even more blood from you, groaning at the bitter, metallic taste.
“See? I know what you need.” He smiles down at you with his teeth, lips and chin stained red.
Slowly, he begins rocking his hips and you feel an all too familiar bulge pressing against your abdomen.
“Issei stop!” You shriek trying to fend him off with your left hand.
It’s futile but he doesn’t like that you’re trying fighting him off when he only wants to help. His dick grows harder in his slacks, throbbing as he ruts on top of you ignoring your weak shoves and slaps. Mattsun isn’t satisfied. He needs you to bleed some more for him.
Your left wrist receives the same treatment as the right; swift slices and then he discards the razor. They’re deeper this time so more of the crimson fluid gushes from the wounds. It feels warm as it runs down you skin and drips onto your shirt and face, mixing with your tears.
Mattsukawa thinks you’ve never looked prettier. “Pathetic little wrist cutter.” He groans, moving faster, getting off on the way his cruel words make you cry even more.
“Can’t do anything right. Fuck.” He leans down to lick up the mingled fluids from your cheeks, ignoring the way you plead and beg him to stop. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
“Issei please.” You hiccup, powerless to stop him. He has both your hands clutched in one of his big ones and uses the other one to grip your cheeks, forcing your lips into an open mouthed pout.
He latches on to the cuts on your left arm and begins to suckle on them, drawing even more of you into his mouth. He never breaks eye contact while he humps your trembling body while his inevitable organism approaches. You’ve finally stopped screaming. Now you only whimper as the sobs rack your body.
He’s never seen you so broken, so defeated. The light in your eyes is gone. There is only despair and emptiness. He can’t believe you’ve hidden this part of yourself from him for so long. Matsukawa fucking loves you like this.
He leans over you, hips never stopping their motions and spits the fat glob of your blood and his saliva right into the gaping cavern of your mouth. It hits the back of your throat. You cough and sputter but the sounds are swallowed by Mattsun as he shoves his tongue into your mouth forcing you to taste yourself. He spits back whatever he licks up over and over, unbothered by the way your teeth knock against each other and the drool that runs spills from the corners of your mouths.
“Just ask me next time, yeah?” He pants from above you with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and bright red strings of bloody saliva connect your lips. “I’ll cut you up all you want.”
He begins to move more frantically the closer he gets. Meanwhile you can do nothing except lie there and take it. You can’t do anything but let him use your pain to fuel his pleasure. You can’t watch as his faces scrunches up as he floods his boxers with his cum because he’s broken you.
The hot, damp feeling of his crotch against you makes your skin crawl and bile rise in your throat. The stinging pain of the cuts has already faded into dull throb. You thought you had used up all your tears but when you see the new wounds that will turn into new scars, the floodgates open anew.
“There we go baby. ‘S all better now right?”
#tw blood#tw physical abuse#tw noncon#tw self harm#tw mental illness#yandere mattsun x reader#yandere matsukawa issei x reader
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