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lairn · 30 days
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Writing Patterns (Tag Game)
Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!
Thanks for the tag, @tragediegh! I only have 7 works, but thought this would still be fun to check out. It seems I either write really short first sentences or they're about winter, haha.
I don't know who to tag. @whatevsbla @aerialsquid or anyone else who would enjoy it!
Violence raged aboard the Paragon.
It was a warm spring morning.
My brother is gone.
Reader, call me Fitz.
Winter was only just fading into spring and the morning was so cold, Peladine was sure it would kill her.
“He’s late, and I’m cold. I wish we could wait inside.” 
Withywoods could be a difficult and lonely place for a tiny, unusual child, and in my seventh year I found Winterfest was no exception.
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satorusdiary · 10 months
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dilf!toji being your ex bf
fluff & angst + making up + cuddling + toji not being able to resist you when you look so fragile + toji forever loving you
part 2! - back in love !
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You sent 1:03 am
hey, r u awake?
toji places the cigarette back down on the ashtray, looking at his phone slightly shocked. it’s been months since you and him have had contact, the split up that has happened to your relationship has left a strain in his heart.
why did you text him at this hour? and most importantly, why aren’t you asleep? toji knows how well your sleep schedule usually was.
his friends look at him concerned, the look on toji’s face confusing them even more compared to when he stopped smoking repeatedly just a few seconds ago.
“fushiguro, you good?” satoru questions, patting his friends shoulder as he looks over at his friends phone. he wasn’t able to get a look at the message before toji pulls the phone into a direction that wasn’t able to be seen.
“yeah.. jus’ lemme call someone real quick.” before the rest of his friends could protest, toji is up and walking over to an empty room in the apartment. taking a seat on the bed.
Toji sent 1:09 am
thought i told you to lose my number
now that’s something he wouldn’t text you, he immediately starting regretting sending that message the second you immediately read the message.
you were his sweet little girl. the young woman who he swore he was gonna marry, the one he swore to have kids with.
things were different when he realized how much his life would have an impact on you if you stayed with him.
what’s good about a sweet girl who has a bright future getting with a older man selling illegal substances, that could send him to jail for years and years.
yeah not good at all.
toji knew what’s best for you, and if it meant him not being with you then it was worth it.
because he loved you, and would do physically anything in his power for you to have the best in life.
You sent 1:09 am
i know, i just need someone to talk to rn. i’m sorry
his heart weeps, you still want his comfort even after he has completely broke you, and your relationship with him.
he should be in jail for just breaking you in general.
toji sighs, not knowing how to reply. he wants to comfort you, yet he wants to push you away from his life. push you away from the trouble and the dangers that could happen to you.
he thinks you have given up until you text him 3 minutes later.
You sent 1:12 am
can i call you, please toji?
he couldnt deny it. he just couldnt. his love for you was simply unbreakable even if you weren’t together anymore.
his friends out in the living room are most likely concerned and worried for toji, but that’s the least of his problems. he needs to know if you’re okay, if you’re hurt.
‘incoming call from Toji’
he swears his heart skips a beat when the call goes through.
toji is not one to get nervous. especially with anything in general. but when it came to you, everything comes crashing down. when it comes to you, toji is willing to do anything for you, because you were his girl. his love.
“..hi” your voice is shaky, it seems you’re nervous as well. could he blame you though? this was the first time in months he has actually spoke to you.
“hey.” he replies, hoping you wouldn’t notice the weak tone in his voice as he spoke.
there’s a moment of silence, and soft breathing from your end before toji speaks up.
“are you ok? why’d you call me.”
it’s harsh, his tone is harsh. your eyes begin watering, and you hope he doesn’t notice.
“i-i am just having trouble sleeping, that’s all. ‘wanted your company atleast to calm me down.” your tone has a small strain, as if you were crying for hours before you called him.
it was as if he was able to see your puffy eyes through the screen, he could just imagine it now.
“there’s something else, hm? c’mon tell me, y’know i won’t judge.” especially with you. is what he wanted to say as-well, but he couldn’t get to soft with you now. he couldn’t.
he hears a sniffle from your end, feeling his heart clench once more. as if his heart is dropping to the bottom of his stomach.
“okay.. t-truth is i usually sleep better with you ‘round. but since you’re gone, ‘ts been kinda rough. i just wanted to call you for once, to see if it would help..” you confessed, voice breaking down in between sentences.
toji has an urge to put you down, and hang up. but he couldn’t, how could he resist you? especially after everything he has put you through.
the bracelet on his wrist that has your initials come into his vision. you had made this for him when he was sick, he has never took it off ever since.
“y’want me to come over? not gonna make contact, jus’ gonna be there til you sleep.” he says calmly, he swore he could’ve heard you sigh in relief.
“mhmm, yes please..” you’re still polite, his sweet girl is still sweet around him. that’s what he misses with you.
“alright’ be there in 10. jus know i’m never doin this shit again, kay?” he says harshly, too harsh.
you sniffle again, he could tell your frowning and having tears drop on your phone screen. his heart strings get tugged, and he calms his weeping heart.
he’s hurt you once again.
the call ends before you could say anything else, and he’s out of the bedroom quickly taking his keys. his friends look at him concerned.
“yo, you good?” suguru comments, looking up at his friend who was ready to leave the apartment.
“where you going?” satoru also questions.
toji shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh as he turns to look at his of friends once again.
“gonna be gone for a bit, see ya tomorrow?” he waves them off, and goes out the door before they could reply, or ask anymore questions.
he knows he said he would be at your place by 10 minutes, but he ends up arriving in 5 minutes. quickly at your door step, knocking on the door gently.
just as he predicted, you open the door almost immediately.
when he looks at you, he swears he could break down then and there. on your door step.
your eyes are puffy, you’re wearing his hoodie that he “accidentally” left at your home, and there were dried tear stains on your puffy cheeks.
he wanted to kiss your cheeks badly, and cradle you in his arms. but he resisted.
thats before you crash into his arms, immediately breaking down. hugging him tightly as if he was going to disappear again.
toji breaks, he can’t handle the cold act around you any longer.
“y/n? what’s wrong baby? speak to me..” toji coo’s, his harsh tone disappeared. you automatically feel comfort from his nice tone, something you missed.
there he is, the sweet older boyfriend you have always missed. the man who was your home, your protector, your everything.
“‘missed you s’much toji. miss being with you and megumi, i-i can’t sleep without thinking about how i could’ve been better for you.” you stutter repeatedly.
it was no lie that megumi missed you as well. the boy who is only 3 years old can not go a night without asking where you were, if you were coming back to him without breaking down. because you made the little boy feel loved.
toji’s heart breaks, now he notices how selfish he has been. yes he was protecting you, but he also broke you so much. regret seeps into his body, he wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly.
“‘s not your fault sweets, you were more than enough for me. c’mon, let’s go to bed.” he murmurs, picking you up bridal style and walks towards your bedroom. the door behind him shutting closed.
the photo of you both happily together was still on your night stand, toji’s heart breaks for the millionth time in the past hour.
his side of the bed was cold, as if you never slept on it. that’s because it felt wrong sleeping on that side, knowing it once belonged to him.
you continue crying as you’re placed on the bed, still in toji arms. he’s careful with you, placing kisses on your face and rubbing your body to give you his heat.
“i-i miss you.. s’much.” you repeat, looking up at him for the first time with clear sight. tears drying back on your cheeks.
he gives you a sad smile and kisses both of your cheeks, sticky with tears.
“i miss you more sweetheart, missed my little girl s’much.. ‘l’ll explain everythin to you tomorrow, kay?” he questions, caressing your cold cheek.
the smile you give him is sad, but could easily melt the coldness in his heart.
after you nod he places a kiss on your lips, before pulling you closer, your head on his chest while is head is rested on top of yours.
the night goes by, and your soft snores fill the room. toji’s eyes are still glued onto the photo of you both, looking so happy, so dumb and in love.
he is gonna make that happen again, only for you. he’d figure out everything else soon, his priority was now you.
“i love you, missed you more than anything. baby.” he whispers quietly, placing one last kiss to your temple before drifting off to sleep.
for the first time in months he is able to sleep with no bad feelings, or any nightmares.
that is because you’re by his side, by his side to push away all the bad thoughts. by his side to make him feel loved again.
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Jujutsu Kaisen masterlist
part 2 - back in love !
a/n: don’t mind typos pls, it’s like 3:47 am😭😭
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tqmies · 7 months
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Nct Dream + "Just the tip"
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How Nct Dream would react to you saying you just the tip!
Minors DNI
If there's someone who is going to try his best to listen, it's MARK. Poor guy will subject himself to the torture if that's all you're willing to give today. He won't complain either <3 The soft slow grunts of him fucking his tip in and out of you tell you he's satisfied. Funny enough, you end up regretting your decision.
"Are you sure?!" He'd ask, afraid to go any farther, but who is he to say no to you? Next thing you know, he's halfway in already.
RENJUN pretends he's fine on the outside, and really he wants to respect that you're tired and not wanting take all of him. But you make it so hard! Your soft walls suck him in as soon as he enters, and he's trying his best to pretend he's sorry about it.
"Mm-mph. I'm sorry, you j-just felt so good around me. 'M gonna fuck you the right way baby."
I imagine you and JENO just had an argument, so you decide to tease him and intend to withhold full access. You really thought he'd listen though? By the end of this, you're going to the the one begging to fully take him (And he'll let you) before he uses you as his little cumdump.
"Stupid slut, thought you could tell me what to do? Maybe I need to fuck the attitude out of you and remind you who this pussy belongs to."
You're weak to HAECHAN and his whimpering. He knows it too, so he'll loudly wince at the contact of just his sensitive head in your folds. He barely gets a tiny thrust in before he's babbling about how badly he wants to be all the way inside you.
"Please," He whines. "N-need it so bad, promise to be a good boy for you. I'll make you feel so good baby, just let me go deeper."
JAEMIN doesn't understand, why would you only want the tip? Was something wrong? Did you want to talk about your day? Were you tired? Did you just want to sleep? When he finds out you're just messing with him? Oh.. you got another thing coming.
"Take it," His balls slap against you. "Take all of it. Had me worried that my girl didn't feel well and it was just some joke? You're going to pay for that."
He really couldn't care less, but this does get in the way of CHENLE's initial plan on having you ride him. So he's gonna be a tease right back, rubbing his tip on your clit as you beg for him to at least put it inside a little. Let's just say you took every inch of him that night.
"Knew you couldn't resist me, even if you tried. At the end of the day, you're just my cock hungry whore, aren't you?
Well, JISUNG actually succeeded, much to your displeasure. You usually like to feel him all the way in your stomach, how could he think you really only wanted the tip? So you have to pull him for a round two, and luckily he doesn't hold back this time.
"You actually scared me," He admits as he thrusts into you. "I thought maybe you just didn't want to have sex anymore, or you weren't attracted to me- shit you feel so good-"
Note: Please reassure Jisung, or else he'll be thinking about how much you hate him at the end of it.
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marmett · 1 month
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the trend of ppl dismissing "good" characters as boring is so annoying. and like, i know the primary reason ppl dismiss wyll for it is the racism. but theyre also missing out on the complexities of how and why wyll is good.
protecting the weak is a classic trait of hero characters. wyll does this. but theres also this element of isolation to it. wyll is the protector, but hes also an outsider to the people he protects. w/ mizora hanging over him, the potential that hes turned into a devil, theres this sense that hes been socially isolated for some time. before joining ur group, he probably hadnt had stable relationships in years. other than mizora, his abuser who intentionally isolates him.
and this isolation is a direct result of him choosing to protect other people. he was exiled because he made his pact to save baldur's gate. he was turned into a devil because he chose to defy mizora to save karlach. actions that did material good for other people, but doomed him.
theres also this element where wyll is both less than his image as the blade of frontiers, and more than the legend. wyll is a warlock who made a deal with a devil, he is occasionally forced to kill targets at the behest of a devil. he potentially kills an innocent, and theres no guarantee he hasnt been mislead before. but wyll is also just as selfless and heroic as the stories say. he can easily choose to spare karlach, and face his punishment despite the fear and the cost. he willingly sacrificed his soul for baldur's gate, and possibly for a father who rejected him.
wyll primarily hunts monsters, but he also expresses empathy for them, and is willing to give anyone a chance to prove that they can be good. he isnt hostile to astarion for being a vampire spawn, he only asks that astarion not harm innocents. he gives a dark urge character another chance if they express any kind of regret after killing alfira. he even argues against astarion wanting to kill 7000 vampire spawn. he knows the dangers, but he cant see the justice in killing 7000 people who were victimized and transformed against their will.
wyll offers grace, mercy, and forgiveness to almost anyone who shows even a hint that they could be better. but not himself. he holds himself to impossible standards, and denies himself any sort of grace. when astarion compares what cazador did to him to what mizora did to wyll, wyll rejects it outright. astarion was a victim, but wyll does not view himself as a victim. the pact was his choice, and the consequences are his to bear.
ANYWAY. being good is far more complex than just being a "goody two shoes". theres so much depth and contradiction in how wyll is a good aligned character. and i wish ppl would stop seeing being good as boring and lacking complexity. insert ursula k le guin quote here.
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gojonanami · 6 months
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MEANT TO BE ✴︎ SUGURU GETO
✴︎ summary: when Suguru defects, he asks you to come with him -- but he's not going to take no for an answer. ✴︎ cw: 18+, dead dove, do not eat, smut, dub/con, degradation (use of "monkeys"), kidnapping, hostage, yandere(?)! geto, mentions of violence (no graphic descriptions), fingering, (afab!receiving), oral (afab!receiving), reader is a follow sorcerer at jujutsu tech. ✴︎ wc: 6,046
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“Come with me,” when those words left Geto’s mouth, you knew he had truly lost his mind. 
“Come with you?” You repeat, as you turn slowly from your kitchen sink, your muscles tense — your cursed weapon was in your bedroom, your cursed technique wouldn’t be enough to stop him, and your cellphone was on the counter between the two of you, “Suguru, I just got a call from Satoru, not twenty minutes ago about what you’ve done-"
“And what have I done, besides try to do what’s right?” And he steps towards you, one hand in his pocket, and you step back, reaching for your phone that you thought laid on the counter behind your bag, only for him to wave it in front of you, “I thought you of all people would see that,” 
Your face twists in disgust, “You killed innocent people—" 
“I killed monkeys,” he spits through gritted teeth, “I killed monkeys who do nothing but produce curses and kill sorcerers. Why should the strong live subservient to a race of lower beings?” 
You blink, “Do you hear yourself, Suguru? What happened to the strong have to protect the weak?” 
“Why should the strong have to watch all the people they care about die, only to die at the hands of the supposed weak?” his gaze is dark, eyebrows knit together, “if you join me—"
“I’m not joining you—"
“—we can be together,” you stare at him, and he steps closer, again, and this time you don’t step away, “in a new world, we could rule over a new age,” 
“Fuck you,” you scoff, as you move towards the door, “I thought Satoru was the one with a god complex, not you,”
And in a moment, he has you pinned against the wall, arms above your head, “I’ve been patient with you, love, but unfortunately I’m not in the business of taking no for an answer,” and he presses a kiss to your neck, making you shiver, “either you come with me, or I’ll let Satoru find your remains splattered against your walls,” 
Your heart lurches, fear slowly settling in, as you realize this wasn’t Suguru - your Suguru who you spent afternoons with messing with Satoru, your Suguru that waited for you with an umbrella to walk back to Jujutsu High when it was raining, your Suguru that gently kissed you in a classroom when you were being far too hard on yourself — no, this was Geto, a special grace curse user. 
“Will you really kill me?” You ask slowly, willing your voice to stay even, “after everything, you’ll make the choice to kill me, and no one else from Jujutsu High,” 
“I don’t want to, sweetheart. There’s no meaning, no meaning without you,” his lips curl in a cruel imitation of what his smile was, “but if you leave me no choice because, I can’t let you live if you’re not by my side,” 
A bitter chuckle leaves your throat, “Is this supposed to be romantic? Am I supposed to fall into your arms at the prospect of living?” you spit in his face, “fuck you.” 
He flinches, his mouth agape, as he wipes the spit from his cheek with his thumb, “I thought you’d say that,” and then the plane of existence is cracked open behind him, as a swirl of curses manifest and you close your eyes, and wait. 
You had no regrets. 
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But you do when you wake. 
Your head aches, fuck, and you can’t get your bearings, your ears are ringing — a jolt shoots up your spine, as your eyes adjust to the darkness. A curse? An enemy? 
No, it was both. 
Suguru stands in front of you, hands in his pocket, “Hello my love,” 
“Fuck you,” you spit with as much venom as you can muster, as you struggle to move, your hands chained down in bindings that restricted your cursed energy, “fuck-"
“Don’t be in such a rush, we’ll get to that part,” and his voice is so lilting, it sends a chill down your spine. 
“You touch me, and I’ll break every bone in your body,” you say through gritted teeth, and his lips curl into a smile, a small chuckle parting his lips. 
“And how could you do that, my love?” He steps forward, as his fingers hold your chin, “you’re mine to do with what I wish,” and your voice catches in your throat, as real fear crawls it’s way up your stomach, “but I don’t care to force my affection into you, I’ll have you begging for it soon enough,”  
And your stomach turns, as he steps away from you again, “so what do you call this?” You ask quietly, as you lift your chained wrists. 
“A matter of circumstance,” he frowns, as he holds his head, “I hate to do this, but I must remind you of how much you love me, how much we love each other, and until you remember, I cannot allow you out of those restraints.” 
“I’ll never love you, with or without them,” you surge forward, the  restraints grating against your skin, “I never loved you to begin with,” 
He looks at you, with almost pity, “We both know that’s not true,” you waver under the weight of his gaze and you despise how you can’t deny it, “was the first time we shared a kiss a lie? After we had gone on that mission where we saw far too many horrors for children to see? Was it a lie those nights you came to my dorm to sleep in my arms when you couldn’t otherwise? Was it-“ 
“I loved you,” you whisper, “the you were before - the you that wasn’t a murderer, the you that—"
“The me that was allowing us to live under the thumb of these disgusting monkeys, the ones who kill us and let us be killed for their sake, while the corpses of my friends and sorcerers pile up like sacrifices on a pyre,” and you know he’s talking about Haibara now, “I couldn’t continue to live for a world like that, and I couldn’t allow you to continue living in it either,” 
“Haibara would hate who you’ve become,” you whisper quietly into the darkness, as he glances back at you, no emotion stirring in his expression, as if he’s already thought this a million times before. 
“But at least he would be alive,” your mouth open and closes, as tears burn at your eyes, “and I couldn’t stand to watch a world where more of my comrades would die for a cause that was setting them up for failure — I couldn’t stand for a world where I would lose you—"
His voice breaks, and you shake your head. 
“You lost me sooner, by leaving, by killing innocent people-“ 
“No one is innocent in this world,” he cuts you off, “everyone’s hands are bloodied one way or another - just by living, humans contribute to the death of sorcerers, creating curses that inevitably lead to someone’s demise - whether it’s another human or a sorcerer,” 
“It’s not their fault that they create curses—"
And he gives a bitter laugh, “Then whose fault is it? I never took you to be naive, my love,” 
“Don’t call me that,” and he gives a twisted smile. 
“Why wouldn’t I? When I love you,” he steps closer, holding your chin, “I love you so much I’m willing to risk you despising me, just so I can call you mine,” 
“I’ll never be yours,” and he leans forward, making you squeeze your eyes shut, but he presses his lips to your forehead. 
“You already are,” and he turns to leave, his robes sweeping behind him, “and I’ll get your heart too — one way or another.” 
You only can keep track of the days by Geto’s visits. He is sure to visit you in the evenings, after his work is done. And each day he comes back more bloodied than the one previously. He always washes himself with the sink in your cell, before he turns to you. 
“I want you to see what these people are — nothing more than animals. Animals that make money or curses or both - tools that run their course,” 
“Just because you keep me chained up in here doesn’t mean you have to bore me to death as well,” you hang your head, and he looks at you, tilting your chin up with his fingers. 
And he tries a different tactic, “You have been refusing your food for days, when are you going to eat? You can’t go on like this,” his voice has an edge of concern, “there’s nothing in the food that can harm you,” 
“Says the kidnapper,” you mutter, “I’m not hungry,” and your stomach almost growls on cue, and a chuckle escapes his lips. 
“Your body tends to betray you, my love,” and he  grabs your food, lifting a spoonful of fried rice to your lips, “eat,” 
“I’m not—“ and he raises an eyebrow — and you scowl, “I don’t want to be fed by you,” 
“You didn’t mind before - you insisted I feed you between classes. Always vending machine junk too—" 
“It wasn’t junk—it was—" 
“An acquired taste,” he waves you off, his lips curling into a smile, “well, I always fed you, and I always will, so please?” And he offers you the spoon. You glance at him, before taking the spoonful. 
And you note the bags under his eyes, and the shallowness of his face, “Have you been eating? Or sleeping?” 
And he looks up, offering you another spoon, “I-"
“You haven’t been,” you shake your head, “and yet you have the gall to tell me to eat,” and you take the spoon from his hand, offering it to him, “it’s not poison, right?” 
And he cracks a small smile, taking the spoonful, “you don’t have a poison cursed technique that I don’t know about?” 
“You wouldn’t be alive still if I did,” and he laughs at that, and the sound makes your stomach flip — just like the first time you heard him make it for you when you had one-upped Satoru. The first time that you realized you wanted to be the one to always make him laugh like that. 
Days pass, and his visits become more frequent. He doesn’t tell you of the people he murders - he learns better than to tell you - but the blood on his clothes doesn’t escape your notice. But he tells you of the sorcerers he finds that are oppressed — tells you of the two girls he’s taken under his wing. But each day, he looks more tired than the next, until you call him over to you. 
“Lay down,” and he blinks, “you need to sleep,” 
“I-" 
“You look terrible,” you say bluntly, “lie down,” and he glances at your bed that you sat on the edge of, the chains around your wrists.  
He moves towards the bed, lying down, but his head doesn’t lay on the pillow, but instead your lap, “Geto-"
“Suguru,” he corrects, peering up at you, his eyes barely staying open, “please,” and your resistance breaks, the exhaustion of being alone, the need for human contact, the softness of his body against yours - sends your walls crumbling to dust. Your fingers comb through his dark locks, softly undoing the tangles in them. And his breathing evens with time, as you lie back against the wall. 
“Suguru,” you whisper into the darkness, as your eyes shut as well, and you don’t see his lips curl into a smile. 
You don’t realize you fall asleep as well, until you wake a few hours later, and you’re asleep against his chest, his warm arms engulfing you. And you could swear the two of you were napping in an empty classroom, hiding from Yaga and Satoru, on a warm afternoon. And he’d whisper in your ear, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 
But it wasn’t a classroom, it was a cell. And those hands no longer exorcised curses — they murdered humans. 
But you could pretend. Just this once. You bury your head in his chest, and let yourself drift. But only this one time. 
When you wake next, he’s gone, the only memory of him is the unchained bindings on your wrists, the faint smell of him on your clothes, and the ghost of his touch still clinging to you.
The next few days his visits grew more frequent, but only for sleep, as he nestled beside you, as you pretended to be asleep. It became routine. At first, you would sleep turned away, but by morning, you were sleeping nestled in his chest. And then you dared to ask, “why do you come here to sleep? You must have a better bed somewhere else,” 
And he gives a phantom of a chuckle, “Well, that bed doesn’t have you, does it?” 
And his hand dares to breach your skin before sleep steals away your consciousness, and you can’t help but let it happen — because it hurts too much to pull away. 
And you don’t know why.  
He doesn’t come back for several days. The only interaction you have is one of his followers bringing you food each day, and they don’t answer your questions regarding their ‘lord.’ And each day you grow more anxious, picking at your nerves like you picked at your scabs — incessantly and unnecessarily. 
What if he was dead? What did it matter? All the more quickly you could return to jujutsu high, you could return to your life - a life without Geto. But the same question remained posed in your head — what if he was dead? 
Would you see his dead body before jujutsu high disposed of it? Before they forced Shoko to autopsy it for any secrets the higher ups could lock away - as if he were a failed experiment rather than a person. 
But he had killed so many - wouldn’t death only be right? Would that bring justice? Would that be peace? But the question remained, hanging in the forefront of your head, like a dead body from the rafters, a rope tied around their neck—
What if he was dead? 
But days later, your door swings open and it’s him — “Suguru,” you nearly all but tumble out of your bed, scrambling to his side as your gaze swept over his form. Scarlet ran down his body, cuts, bruises, and scratches littered what was visible of his skin, “what happened?” 
He doesn’t answer, a blank expression on his face, his hair come loose from his usual bun, bags under his eyes that tell tales of what he saw without him speaking a word of them. You reach for him tentatively, words scattered on the floor of your mind that you were desperately trying to collect, “is this your blood or someone else’s?” 
“Both,” he murmurs, his eyes still far gone, as his gaze shifts to the floor, “I have no right to ask — but can you—I can’t stand to have anyone else touch me—“ and his voice breaks, breaks for the first time — the same voice that didn’t break after Riko’s death, the same voice that didn’t break after Satoru was taken away from him, the same voice that didn’t break after Haibara — it broke. 
And it broke you. 
“Strip,” you say simply, but you undo his robes for him, “I need to see what damage you’ve done to your body,” you busy yourself with undressing him to escape the fact that you’re undressing him. You had seen his body times before, at first in dorm rooms late at night, when you cuddled next to him, desperate for a comfort he could only provide, and then between heated kisses and intimate touches that left you near breathless and needy for him, and then distant embraces that left you feeling more lonely and far from him than before. But this was different. 
He was different. 
You stripped away the clothing to find him bloodied and bruised to an almost impressive, but terrifying extent. The blood smeared on his skin was mostly another’s — you learned once you started to clean his cuts and bruises with a damp rag, “Do you want to talk about it?” 
His eyes slowly glide to you, cold as glaciers, “Do you want to hear about it?” 
“I’m asking, aren't I?” you sigh, as his gaze drops once again, and your hands still, one of your hands drifting to his chin, tilting his eyes to meet yours, “Suguru-” 
And he’s kissing you. 
His lips are soft, just as you remembered. You remember the first moment you noticed his lips — it was when you had fed him a pocky after he had swallowed a curse, his brow scrunching with slight disgust — never quite getting used to the taste, but having grown as accustomed to it as he could (as far as someone could grow accustomed to swallowing what was akin to a vomit soaked rag used clean shit). You sat beside him, a pocky between your lips, as you offered him one in your hand. And his gaze softened, leaning down and biting the one between your lips instead. And then you couldn’t stop staring at his lips — wondering how they felt against yours. 
He tasted like blood now, metallic and sharp as his jaw was now — no longer having the soft curve of childhood it was maybe a year ago. He swallows your gasp eagerly, giving you leeway to pull away, but you don’t. You can’t. Your lips press back into his, and he smirks against your lips, his arm wrapping around the middle of your back, so he was engulfing you even as he sat. His teeth bare down on your bottom lip, making you moan lightly, and his tongue sneaks between your lips with practiced ease, but it's no longer the sweet assault it once was — it's an onslaught, a razing of your defenses, and he knows the weaknesses of each curtain wall and bastion. 
“Suguru, wait—” but he’s impatient, he’s always so impatient — the first time you had kissed, he couldn’t stop at just one kiss, he needed your lips to be kiss bitten red until he was satisfied. His hands are so large and calloused, gliding up your sides, as he pulls you into his lap, “we were talking,” you protest, but he empties the words from your head with his lips pressed to your jaw, “Why are you—” 
“I don’t want to talk,” his raven locks fall in front of his face, his eyes somehow even darker, “I just want you, please,” 
And your heart squeezes and breaks, the walls crumbling to nothing, as you lean in and kiss him this time, fingers threading through his his hair, while your other hand rests on his bare chest, if only to feel his heartbeat under your touch. 
He was alive. Alive. 
“Please,” you sigh, as he toys with the hem of your shirt, “don’t tease me,” 
“Like you haven’t teased me with your existence each and every day I’ve known you, my love,” he chuckles, a noise deep from his chest that rumbles against your palm and sends a shiver down your spine, and he lifts your hand, kissing your wrist, his nose pressed against your pulse, “Do you know how much I want you? How much I need you?” and he answers the question for you, as he leans forward, his teeth graze your neck, pain and pleasure mixing in a twisted way. 
“Suguru—“ 
He rises from his seat, looming over you, his arms sweeping — one behind you and the other holding your chin — it sends a chill down your spine, “I just arrived at a village where a child was being held - said to be cursed. But those monkeys were the ones who were—“ he cuts off, “I came too late. They had killed her - sacrificed her to purge their village of their curses - a five year old girl,” he frowns, his gaze falling, “they failed to realize they were the true curses. So I purged the world of their existence,” 
You’re quiet for a moment, as he speaks, “she was a child and they ripped her to shreds,” and a tear slips down his cheek. 
Your fingers brush away his tear, before you lean up and kiss him. Your lips glide against his lightly, “it’s not your fault,” 
“I am always too late - I was there - I couldn’t-“ and you know he isn’t just talking about the girl anymore. 
Or at least this one. 
“What happened to Riko wasn’t-" 
“He shot her right through the head in front of me,” 
“You couldn’t sense him - Satoru could barely sense him with his six eyes—"
“Satoru could have stopped it—" 
“Satoru died and came back trying to stop Toji,” you crush your lips to Suguru, if only to get him to stop talking, “there was nothing more you could do,” 
“But I couldn’t stay,” he whispered, “I couldn’t watch more people die - more of my friends die, piled up like offerings on a pyre for animals who only kill us in the end,” 
“I know,” you whisper, “I know-" 
“You don’t,” his voice breaks, “all I could think about was finding your dead body one day,” you cup his cheeks again, pressing your lips to his forehead. 
“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere,” you murmur, and he kisses you — and he tastes less like blood and more like him — his arms wrapping around your waist, as he pulls you closer, “Suguru,” you shouldn’t be doing this. 
“I just want to feel good,” he murmurs, his eyes lidded with lust, “let me make you feel good, love,” 
His lips brush yours, and the ravine between you shrinks to a crack, as your bodies bridge the gap, before tumbling over the cliff. 
His hands are everywhere. His hands have mapped your body times before, but the gentle and awkwardness had all but faded, only leaving hunger. Already, his fingers are sliding under your shirt, calloused hands sliding over your bare skin. 
His lips only pause when his hands run over a new scar you had gotten right before he had gone rogue, “How did you get this?” 
And his eyes are dark, “I was on that mission, with Nanami and Haibara,” your gaze falls, as his fingers trace the scar, raised and angry still - just as he was, “we got separated. There was two grade 1s instead just the one we were told. I got this when it caught me by surprise,” you swallow thickly, “but I was lucky it was all I got,” you squeeze your eyes shut, “I sometimes wish it was me instead of-" 
“Don’t say that,” his words are as sharp as they always were, sharp as his touch, sharp as the curses that he pushed past his lips and the ones that left them, “don’t ever say that,” 
And his palm curls around your neck, “but-" 
He yanks you into a brutal kiss, forcing you swallow his words, and his tongue, as you moan, as he tastes you, “Still the sweetest thing I’ve tasted, even with the stupid things that leave your mouth,” he almost growls, as he lifts you onto the bed. 
“Suguru,” your back hits the mattress, barely bouncing against the springs before he looms over you - his smile was the same as it always was, but it sent a shiver down your spine - because you realize now how predatory it was, “are we—" 
“You’re mine, love,” his lips hover over yours, teasingly so, as his fingers cup your chin and his breath warms your skin, sending heat to the tips to your already curling toes, “even if I did, we’d find our way back; one way or another,” his lips brush gently over the nape of your neck, “I’d always come for you — one way or another,” 
Your lips meet again, and again, as his hands slide up your sides, but this time bringing your shirt with them, as he lifts it over your head. Your skin prickles at the cold air in the room and at his hot gaze dragging up your body. 
“You’re still the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, as his hands gently traces the curves of your body, and it makes you shiver - the hands that had slaughtered people earlier today could be this gentle with you. 
“And I still think you’re far more beautiful than I am,” your fingers run through his jet-black locks, “everyone had a crush on you,” 
He snorts, “Everyone?” 
“You should have seen the looks you and Satoru always got,” you roll your eyes, “the two princes of Jujutsu High - and you, you had the personality to match,”
“Well I wasn’t concerned about everyone,” his hands slip over his waist, “I only had eyes for one other,” 
“Satoru?” And he rolls his eyes. 
“Okay two others,” and your hand reaches to smack him, but he’s got both your hands pinned, before he’s leaning down to kiss your neck, “so temperamental,” he chides, “what am I going to do with you, Princess?” 
His other hand slips down your body, past the waistband of your shorts, ripping a gasp from your lips, “already so wet f’me,” his voice rasps with a chuckle, “you’ve been needing me for a while, haven’t you, baby?” 
“Suguru—“ and his fingers between to tease your leaking folds, making you squirm under his touch. 
“So perfect,” his long and lithe finger teases your lips apart, “I’m surprised you haven’t soaked through your shorts, probably thought about me every night I slept next to you - you were waiting for me to roll over and take you, weren’t you, baby?” And his finger finally slips in, your back arching and mouth in a silent ‘o.’ 
And he hums, as he begins to pump his finger, slowly at first, but it isn’t long before another joins, scissoring and stretching you, “you’re soaking the sheets, baby, such a dirty girl,” He leans down taking a nipple between his teeth, sucking harshly. 
“Please,” it was too much, too soon, and he’s grinning as his teeth dig into your soft skin, a soft groan as he feels you clench around his fingers. He holds your legs down in place, humming as they shake under his touch. 
“So fucking tight, can’t wait to feel you around my cock, Princess,” and you’re so fuckin’ close - wound too tight by his touch, by his presence, by him - and when his thumb rubs circles on your clit, your hips begin to ride his fingers. He chuckles, as he leans down to kiss you, “what would the people at Jujutsu High think? Seeing you ride my fingers like a slut? Probably think you’re locked away, waiting for them to save you, not begging for me to fuck you,” 
“Sugu,” and he curls his fingers just right, just as he bends down to suck on your clit. You moan his name, as you fall apart, back arching as you make a mess all over his hand, but his mouth is there to clean it up. His hot breath is the only warning you get before his tongue begins to lap at your drenched folds. 
“Never get enough of you creamin’ all over my fingers for me, pretty girl,” the noises he made as he licked, slurped, and sucked were enough to make you a mess, his lips shiny with your release, “how did I go so long without tasting you, baby? Almost makes swallowing curses worth it if I can eat you out after,” his words were as lewd as the sounds you made, your hips involuntarily fucking his mouth, as he moved his mouth to your clit again, and slipped two fingers in, “tasted so good the first time, gotta have another taste baby,” 
And your initial whine turns into a moan, your fingers finding refuge in the soft locks of his hair, tugging him impossibly closer, as he’s bullying your overstimulated clit with his mouth. And he enjoys it as much as you do, grinding his aching erection into the mattress, his jaw aching as he’s desperate to taste every inch of you and slurp every drop of your pussy will give him. Your thighs close in on him, as he tongue fucks you over and over, gushing as he draws another orgasm from you. 
“Sugu, oh my god-“ and that’s all the warning he gets before your back arches and your toes curl. He’s grinning against your folds as he eagerly swallows your release. The tension snapped like a wire that had been on the last fringes of holding you together, and you fell completely apart. 
Luckily, Suguru was there to put you back together. 
You’re panting, utterly blissed out as you watch him tug off his boxers, his dick already red and so pretty, pearly white bead of pre cum nearly dripping from the tip. You lick your lips looking at him, and he smiles, so sweetly that it sent a shiver down your spine. 
“So needy for me, the man you had refused to love, and now look at you,” he leans down to kiss you, letting you taste the sweet and bitter taste of your release, “such a little slut for me, aren’t you sweetheart? What happened to that mouth on you?” 
He drags his thumb down your bottom lip, as your eyes flutter down to his cock again, “I have better uses for my mouth,” you kiss his chest, teasing his skin with your tongue. 
And then he’s shifting you, your legs pushed up and over his shoulders, as he drags his tip over your dripping folds, “I think I’ll have you use my mouth after I use this naughty cunt, let you clean our cum off me,”
“Sugu, please, fuck,” you cry, and god he can’t wait to see your pretty face cry, as he stuffs your mouth with his dick, but he had patience. He could wait - he had waited long enough. 
“Gonna need you to beg for it,” he murmurs, groaning as your cunt nearly sucking his cock in, “you fought me so long and so hard and now here you are, so pliant f’me, so I need to hear it — who do you belong to?” 
“Suguru—“ and his lips press to yours, sloppily and rough, as if he wants to steal the logic from your mind, but he already had from the moment his lips touched yours, “please,” you whimper, and he’s spanking your cunt. 
“Please, what?” And his lips are curled in a grin as his lips trail kisses along your jaw, “gonna have to hear the words, my filthy girl,” 
And you can’t - you need him, “I’m yours,” your legs lock around his shoulders, “I belong to you, you own me,” 
Your words slip from a whine to a moan, as he sinks his length into you, inch by inch, and it’s enough for him to groan, fuck, it’s enough to make him cum on the spot, “you’re so tight, baby - it’s been too long since I’ve had you, gotta make this cunt remember my shape,”
“I wanted you so bad,” you gasp, as his hands grasp at your thighs, fingernails digging into your soft flesh, “but you kept getting farther away from me, and then you were gone,” and his gaze soften, even as you moan when he bottoms out, “I loved you - I love you—" 
“I love you too - I always have,” his teeth drags into his thigh, sucking and soothing the mark, he presses his cheek to the skin, “I left because I didn’t want to hurt you - and I couldn’t rise to your level,” his fingers tilt your chin to meet his, “so I had to drag you down to mine,” 
You moan as he gives a sharp thrust, “Fuck, Sugu,” as his hips slap against yours, all thoughts evaporating from your mind, as he fucks you, hard and fast, any words you knew dissolve away, leaving only his name behind (and a few choice swear words). 
Meanwhile, Suguru can’t stop speaking, “Never gonna want to leave me again, my sweet girl,” he purrs, “look at this sweet cunt, it doesn’t even want let my cock go without sucking me back in,” his words nearly drowned out by the sloppy noises of both of your cum soaked skin meeting together in thrusts, “tell me you’ll never leave, tell me you’ll stay,” and his movements slow to a stop, as you whine, “tell me,” 
“I’ll never leave you, I can’t,” you look up with eyes glassy with need, “can’t ever leave you, I love you,” and he’s fucking you harder, feeling your walls clench around him as you’re moaning his name as you cum. He comes undone too as you squeeze him, painting your insides with his thick cum. And you’re arching your back as you feel yourself full of him - so fucking good and full — as you come down from your high. 
And then all too soon, he’s pulling out, only to flip you over, on all fours, “Not done yet,” he only murmurs, leaning forward over you, as his still hardening cock bumps against your sensitive clit, “gonna make sure you never forget who you belong to,” his fingers collect your mixed cum dripping down your thighs to only shove it back in your still overly sensitive cunt. 
You lurch forward, knees buckling, as his fingers working you, “still so fucking tight even after I fucked you so good, Princess? Your cunt is still so needy for my cock,” he kisses your clit, before slapping it, the wet squelch enough to make you throb, “you ready for me, my love?” He grunts, raspy and raw. 
“Please,” you whine, and he doesn’t sink in slowly this time - your cunt nearly sucks him in, your mixed releases letting him slip in with ease, “f-fuck,” 
And Suguru hums, all too pleased, “Not so defiant now that you’re fucked out for me, baby,” his hips piston into you, and all you can feel, smell, and taste is him, all you can hear is your blood in your ears and the sloppy noises of Suguru fucking you. 
You were so close — you were so stretched out, his thrusts balls deep, as his hand reached around to turn your face to his to kiss your lips. It was sloppy, his calloused hand gripping your neck, lightly squeezing, as his tongue tasted your mouth, intent on having all of you, swallowing your moans eagerly. 
“Doing so well for me, Princess,” he praises, his jaw set as your walls clench at his cock, “such a fucking good girl for me,” It was as lewd as his other hand reaching around to to rub roughly at your folds, “need you to squirt for me, need you to drench me,” and it’s too much for you. 
You moan his name, shaking as you cum, squirting all over his cock as your release slides down your thighs, and Suguru follows shortly after, with a few rough thrusts, his hands grabbing your shaking hips to hold in place as he spurts his cum again inside you. 
He’s panting and groaning, as he slips from you, a swear leaving his lips as he pulls out, his seed dripping down your thighs as well. 
And you’re slumping on the bed, your sheets sticky with your release and sweat, as he gently turns you over, your chest rising and falling as he settles on top of you. His fingers brush your hair from your face, “Can we discuss moving you to the main house with me now?” He asks softly, as he presses sweet kisses to your flushed skin. 
“Yes,” you murmur, your lips slowly meeting his in a soft kiss, “as much as I don’t agree with your methods still, I can’t live a day without you,” and he smiles, “I can’t help but be drawn to you,” 
“And that’s why I couldn’t let you go - there has to have been a meaning to this,” he smiles, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw, before he’s guiding your body so that you’re settled between his thighs, his cock brushing against your lips, “and now there always will be.”
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✴︎ a/n: so this was inspired by a character ai (which i wanted to credit the creator but i can't find), but this was dark, so read the content warnings. i'm trying out different formats for my fics so excuse the changes. also i never was into geto until season 2 straight up hit me like the isekai truck.
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yungbludz · 3 months
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Trust — TAA
AUTHOR: for the trent girlies <3
SUMMARY: […] You told me I could trust you, don't lie… […]
WARNINGS: smut, nsfw content
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“Stop playing games, y/n…” Trent groans as you sit down on his lap. Trent has sworn to his friends that he’s done with your antics, with your mind games, with you. But he has caught himself in a compromising position once you have entered the room. It’s supposed to be Marcel’s birthday and you so happen to be one of his brother’s closest friends, that is also why you two know each other. Something he know dearly regrets doing.
“I am not playing anything, baby.” You giggle, slightly tipsy from the champagne. Trent has tried to stay away from you all night, keeping himself busy with the rest of the guests and even strangers. And everyone knows Trent isn’t exactly keen on talking to people he doesn’t know.
“What do you want?” He dismisses you quickly, cutting to the point. You pout, almost offended by his behavior. You clasp your hand behind his head but keep a distance. Well, as much distance there can be between two people in your position.
“I want you, you know that.” You smirk coyly. Trent sighs and tilts his head back. You always do this. Every goddamn time. Promise him the world, give a bit of it, get him under your spell and then do your absolute worst. You caress the back of his head softly.
“Last time I saw you you were fucking my teammate, Dominik. Did you get tired of him too?” He’s harsh but fair. You can’t lie, he’s telling the truth. You bite your lip, guilty as charged. It was after some match and you and Trent had recently broken up — well one of the many times— and Dominik wasn’t aware of your situation with Trent. He was good looking and very good at flirting. You couldn’t help yourself.
“You fucked other girls other than me too.” You try to point your finger at him. Trent scoffs in disbelief. What you did doesn’t even come close to what he supposedly has done. You tilt your head to the side and pout.
“This isn’t us, baby… Let me make it up to you, please.” You whisper, getting closer. Trent clenches his jaw, he can’t give in so easily. He has to reject you, push you away, get out of this room. Your eyes seem so sincere but you only talk through lies and it hurts him. It hurts him because he keeps thinking you are the one for him.
“There is no us, y/n. We broke up.” He tries. But it’s a weak attempt. You bite your lip again and try not to smirk. You are getting under his skin, like you always do and he’s going to break.
“You’re still my Trent though…” you whisper, your lips ghosting over his. Trent grips your hips, another weak attempt at getting you off him. You have him in a chokehold.
“ ‘m not yours, y/n…” it’s a whisper and you almost wouldn’t hear it if you were pressed against him. He tries so hard not to let his gaze fall on your cleavage that is almost in his face.
“Yes, you are, baby… You are mine. And I’m yours.” You mumble and let your eyes fall on his plump lips you so dearly love. He sighs and looks at you through half-lidded eyes because he doesn’t know what to do with you. Every time he thinks he has figured you out, it turns out that he’s wrong and he’s back to square one.
“You just want to fuck, y/n.” He sees right through your bullshit. You shake your head, lying. You like Trent, fuck it, you even love him. But you have commitment issues and he is always so willing to forgive you and have you back. You genuinely think there is never going to be someone like Trent in your life, yet you keep messing things up.
“You know I want more… I want you, T.” You can feel his hands itching to move further, grab your ass, squeeze it, slap it, mark it. The tension could be cut with a knife. He sighs again, your nails scratching the back of his neck making him melt. He’s wearing a white shirt which is a surprise given that you think most of his wardrobe is just Liverpool merchandise and sweats with matching hoodies.
“Y/n… What am I going to do with you, baby?” He asks himself as you lean in and your lips ghost over his ear, he tenses when he feels your hot breath fanning over his skin.
“You could start by fucking me right now, baby.”
Trent is only human after all. He has to give in. It’s in the human nature. Once his lips meet yours it’s game over for him. Clothes are taken off in less than a few minutes. You are gasping and moaning before he can even get to work. Your hips grinding against his, feeling him hard through his pants makes you lose your mind. It’s been a while since you have last fucked him. Trent holds your head as he kisses you, his tongue meeting yours in a sloppy kiss.
“You just had to fuck him, didn’t you?” You can tell he still hasn’t let go of the Dominik situation. You can even barely register his words before he’s laying you on your back on his couch. You smile at him, watching him take off his shirt.
“Why? Was it to piss me off? Do you like him?” He keeps asking. Truth be told is: you were just horny and Dominik just wanted to fuck you. Simple maths. Yet Trent can’t let go. His heart broke a little when he saw it.
“Just needed to fuck, T… You know I only love you.” He grunts when your hand touches him through his boxers, pulling him out. He watches as you jerk him off, he knows if he asked you would let him fuck your face but he won’t because he has missed having you.
“Could have asked me…” he mumbles, clenching his jaw. You nibble with your bottom lip. Maybe it was also to get under his skin too. But what Trent doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Your thumb swipes across his tip and collects a bit of his precum, making your hand go smoother and faster.
“Please, stop…” he halts your movements and you follow his order. You are laying on your back, naked and ready to take him as he reaches for a condom in the back of his trousers. He sees the questioning look you give him.
“Don’t wanna know how many you let hit it raw…” He is angry and you can tell by his tone and words. You roll your eyes. You did let Dominik not use a condom after all… But you keep it quiet.
“What about you? You haven’t fucked anyone?” You ask. He avoids your gaze and continues to do what he was doing.
“How many, T?” You ask again, now wanting an answer from him. You have never been the jealous type because you could tell he only had eyes for you. But still, you are curious. Trent pretends to not have heard you as he takes ahold of your leg and pushes it over his shoulder.
“Trent… How— Jesus… How many?” You gasp as he thrusts in. He’s smirking as he watches you tense. He is at least sure you have never taken someone like him during this on and off. You grip his shoulders.
“Why’d you care?” He answers annoyed. His hips start with a steady rhythm and he watches as his cock disappears in your folds, enamored with the way you are always so eager and ready to take him. Even if it’s too much. Even if it’s too big. Even if you say you can’t. You always do.
“How many, T?” You insist.
“No one, y/n.” He feels so stupid. Simply because he can’t bring himself to be with another girl without thinking about you, because at the end of the day you are the only one he really wants. You smile and pull him in by his necklace to kiss him.
“That’s my good boy…” you praise him, knowing that it always strokes his ego. Trent rests his forehead against yours as he picks up the pace, going harder as he falls in love with the skin-to-skin sounds coming from you two.
“Fuck… Baby.” You mewl gripping his biceps even more. His cock fills you up so nicely, makes you feel full and content. No one else can actually compare. Trent lets out shaky breaths and curses. You feel perfect.
“So fucking perfect…” he grunts against your lips. You whine when you feel your leg go numb and Trent gets the memo, switching position. He wraps both your legs around his waist and resumes his tempo. You hold onto him as he fucks you deep into the couch, making you see stars.
“I love you, baby…” you whimper in his ear and Trent can’t hide the smile on his face. It gives him hope that maybe this is the right time for you two. You can’t form a coherent sentence from now on as he has you speaking nonsense thrust after thrust.
“Go on, y/n.” He murmurs as he plays with your clit, your are squeezing him so hard he might cum right there but he waits for you. You bite onto his shoulder as you reach your orgasm, shaking beneath him.
“T… Give it to me, please.” You can finally make a sentence and he absolutely loses it, his head dropping against your shoulder as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. He simply pants and groans, his thrusts slowing down. Trent doesn’t let his weight crush you and sits back on his knees, taking the condom off and throwing it away in a tissue. You look at him, already sleepy.
“I’m serious, Trent. I do love you, baby.” That is enough for him. He caresses your cheek and presses a kiss to your forehead before you collapse on his couch.
“I love you too, baby.”
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ozzgin · 8 months
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Yandere! Baki Headcanons
Featuring Baki & Yuujirou Hanma, Kaiou Retsu, and Pickle. Vaguely NSFW perhaps. Female reader.
[Baki Masterlist] [Part II]
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Baki Hanma
Baki is overall very gentle, caring and kind. It’s just that sometimes his emotions spill out and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.
He often daydreams about his future with you, but occasionally his mind wanders to unpleasant scenarios as well. What if you stop loving him? What if you become tired of him? The thought petrifies him and that’s when the scary feelings take over. He can’t possibly let you go, just like that. How far is he willing to go to keep you with him? He hasn’t found an answer yet and hopes he won’t have to find out.
He’s very protective and can be unpredictable, depending on your reaction. He’s relaxed when it comes to other people approaching you, but if he senses the slightest discomfort coming from you he might lose his temper. Whoever dared to make you upset will immediately regret it.
Baki is always very careful not to hurt you or scare you, though when he’s very excited he might be rougher than expected. Intense intimate moments might reveal a very dominant side of him that reminds you he’s a Hanma.
I feel like he’d enjoy marking his ownership. Baki has a lot of scars as proof of his training, so he’d like to display his love in a similar manner. Whether it’s a heavily scratched back, hickeys or bite marks, he likes to leave his prints on you and adores showing off his own. You’re all his and he’s all yours and he wants the entire world to know.
How quickly he can go from a shy confession to firmly holding onto your wrist and begging you to reassure him of your love. His voice breaks into a quiet pleading growl and you can feel shivers of fear running down your spine. You poor thing, there's nothing to be afraid of. Just pure, honest devotion.
Yuujirou Hanma
Yuujirou is extremely prideful and I feel this could be the main reason behind his obsessive behavior: he’s proud to own and display you to others.
He takes great pride in knowing that no one else has this kind of access to you and he will make it known with every chance that you’re his partner.
He’s not very possessive, in the sense that he’s 100% confident you’ll never find someone as good as him. It doesn’t get better than this and he knows you’re aware. Other people flirting with you? He might briefly watch from afar and thoroughly enjoy the pathetic, pitiful attempts.
Yuujirou acknowledges your strength, so the fact that you’d willingly submit to him makes him dizzy with delight. He adores the absolute dominance he has over you and he can barely contain himself just thinking about it.
I feel like he would really, really enjoy public displays. Having other men witness the lewd sounds and expressions you make, knowing fully that they can only dream of the control he has over you is intoxicating and addictive.
He doesn’t even entertain the idea that you might someday leave him. Someone like you can only be satisfied by someone like him and vice versa. You’re smart enough to recognize it, too.
For the first time he doesn’t consider having a lover as a sign of weakness. You’re worthy enough and he sees you as further proof of his power.
Kaiou Retsu
You wouldn’t be able to tell that Retsu is a yandere for you. He takes pride in his self discipline and he’d never allow himself to expose his weakness to you.
In fact, he’s very conflicted about his feelings and embarrassed to admit such frightful, violent urges. He’s terrified he might hurt you someday, but then again, you’d never give him a reason to. You’d never leave him or upset him, would you?
He is discreetly jealous and possessive, though he doesn’t consider it a bad thing. A new rival just means a new opportunity to prove himself to you and show you that nobody else compares. Sometimes the threat goes away by itself, sometimes he has to interfere, but the result is the same: your bond tightens.
Retsu is calculated and analytical and this becomes particularly handy when interacting with you. He can read you like an open book and knows your likes, dislikes, interests and desires by heart. You often comment on his caring nature: “How did you know I was upset?”, “This is actually my favorite dish!”. Of course, he knows.
Sometimes he might go a little overboard on his quest to know you better. He’s rather good at sneaking around and while he does trust you 100%, he can’t say the same about the perverts out there roaming the streets. When you tell him about the latest hangout with your friends he nods lovingly and tries his best to pretend he didn’t just witness every second of it.
I feel like he might really enjoy kinbaku (Japanese bondage). It’s an artful, traditional form of expressing power and restraint. Seeing you tied up reminds him that you belong only to him.
Pickle
Pickle can be defined by mostly raw affection. He lacks the language to express his intricate feelings, but his love for you is there nonetheless.
He is very confused by everything around him and the change frightens him greatly. He needs a constant in his life that he can cling onto, and that constant happens to be you. You’re the only thing that brings him peace in the unknown and he feels like he can’t function properly if you’re not around.
He’s extremely possessive and territorial. He has difficulty understanding the intentions of people around you, and he doesn’t want to take any risks. So anyone getting too close becomes a rival that causes him to go feral.
He absolutely loves naked cuddles. The skin to skin contact soothes him and reminds him of the peaceful days of the past. He wishes you’d ditch the bizarre robes you insist on wearing.
Pickle is very intelligent and gradually learns to integrate in this new society. He’s not as hostile towards it as he was in the beginning, since this strange new world brought him to you and he couldn’t be more thankful for it. It can’t be that bad, then.
Fighting becomes his way to impress and entertain you. It seems that he no longer needs to hunt for food, but what he can do is to show you just how powerful he is and how easily he can protect you from anything.
You had to password the TV because he’s learned to use it and tries to recreate whatever he sees on the screen, whether just plainly romantic or downright inappropriate.
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reiderwriter · 7 months
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The Thought of You Leaves Me Weak 🎰
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Chapter 2 of That's What You Get
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Genre: Fluff, suggestive.
Word count: 4.8k
Summary: Pushing through your hangovers, you and Spencer retrace your steps from the night before to see if your shotgun Vegas marriage is legal - and find out some extra personal things along the way.
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, author has a pronounced disinterest in the reality of getting an annulment for a Vegas wedding.
A/N: We're here! Part two! We're still stuck in Vegas for now, but they'll be back to their new normal soon, and now they have a time limit~ Thanks to everyone who liked, reblogged, commented on and signed up for the series taglist from my first post, I hope you all enjoy part two just as much!! Let me know what you think in the comments or over an ask, I'll be replying all weekend :) Here's the taglist link for anyone else who wants to sign up!
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After the initial shock wore off, and the hangover was left to permeate a bit, you and Spencer remembered you were actually FBI agents and had the ability to do something about your predicament.
“I should probably head off to my own room now,” you said pulling yourself out of Spencer’s arms. “Freshen up a bit before we head out to see what’s going on.”
“Oh, yeah, sure.” He nodded, then continued. “You know our first stop should probably be the Marriage License Bureau of Las Vegas. If we are legally married, we’d have had to have obtained a marriage licence between 8am and 12am yesterday, they don’t open later than that.”
“Sounds like a plan.” You nodded to him, “Would they even have served us the marriage licence if we were as intoxicated as I think we were?”
“This is Vegas, Y/N. All we’d need is a valid form of ID and to be willing, and we’d have to have been carrying the ID to get into the bars.” You raked a hand through your hair. Of course you had to get married in a shotgun ceremony in the only state where it probably didn’t matter what your alcohol intake had been.
“Well, we were obviously both willing.” You say, gesturing to the bed, and then curse yourself inwardly as you see the downturned look on Reid’s face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“No, it’s okay. You’re right, I wouldn’t have handcuffed you without at least verbal consent.” He replied, pulling a shirt on finally.
“Right,” you let that revelation sit between the two of you, as he turns his back, continuing to get himself ready for the rest of the day. If you were honest with yourself, you’d have admitted to always having an attraction to your coworker, but nothing you’d solidly act on. Yeah, he was beautiful, and you’d enjoyed joining in the teasing everytime Morgan had called him a pretty boy, because he was. But you’d never let your thoughts drift to what he might be like in bed, and now you were regretting that because you had nothing to base your theories of the last night on except that you’d woken up in handcuffs.
Really, if someone had asked you the question about what you could possibly expect from Spencer Reid in the bedroom, the furthest you’d be able to imagine was some incredibly professional, missionary sex. If you thought a little harder, you’d remember that the man had once highlighted his distinct lack of “alpha-male” qualities on a case once, so, really, if anyone was going to be locked up in handcuffs, surely it would’ve been him.
You try to shake that mental picture from your head, but doing so just aggravates your headache, so you have to sit with the image of Spencer Reid tying you up and making you beg.
“You okay, Y/N? You look a bit pale,” he looks a little bit concerned for you when he finally turns back, and you can only imagine the look on your face if you’re eliciting that much concern.
“Yeah, yeah, totally fine, nothing’s wrong. Why are you asking?” you stutter out.
“Because you said you were going to shower five minutes ago, and you haven’t really moved all that much in that time.” You curse yourself again, and you force yourself out of your head.
“Oh! Yeah!” you move off towards the door, grabbing everything you’ve left in a trail to the door, retracing your steps from the night before. “I’ll meet you in the lobby in like twenty minutes?” You didn’t even wait for his reply before pushing the door open and sprinting to your room, not even caring that you hadn’t put your shoes on.
–X–
If you couldn’t be trusted to make simple choices when drunk, such as the choice to not be married to your coworker, you probably also couldn’t be trusted to make simple choices when hungover, such as a place to meet your now husband where the rest of your friends wouldn’t see you in your post-sex haze from the night before.
Which is how you found yourself cowering behind a plant in the lobby desperate to avoid being spotted by Agents Rossi and Hotchner who apparently were up and in suits for some godforsaken reason. You tried to get Reid on the phone, but he wasn’t picking up, and you had a flash of him asking you how to put his phone on silent mode from the night before hit you like a tonne of bricks.
“Shit, shit.” Nothing else useful came out of you though, so behind the plant you were waiting for them to approach the elevators so you could continue as planned. While you were in the bathroom, you’d finally noticed the blooming bruises running up the length of your neck, and you found yourself slightly impressed by Reid once again.
He’d managed to tie you up but still pay that much attention to you, and you were equal parts cursing him and desperately hoping the memories would come back to see just what other secrets he was hiding behind that unassuming frame. With the lack of contraception, you really couldn’t be sure that the two of you had had sex in the traditional sense, but you certainly seemed to have had some fun last night, and not being able to remember drove you insane.
Thankfully, the two agents made their way to the elevator without noticing you, and you let out a breath of relief as soon as the elevator dinged, ready to take them as far away from you as you needed. Unfortunately, once again, anytime fate dealt you one good hand, it followed it up with the worst ever, and as the elevator doors opened, there was Reid. You made a mental note to check your bank balance after this, sure that if you had ended up gambling with Reid, you’d most likely bankrupted yourself with this luck.
“Reid, good morning,” Hotch greeted him, and even from your unconventional perch, you could hear the panic in the younger man's voice as he began struggling for excuses to answer questions that hadn’t even been asked yet.
“Hotchner, Rossi, what are you doing here? Well I know what you’re doing here, you’re waiting for an elevator, and I know what you’re doing in the hotel because we’re all here in the hotel, but I mean what are you doing? In general?” It was almost as if he were asking himself that question at the end, trying to work out why the words were even leaving his mouth.
You couldn’t swoop in and save him without the others seeing your new necklace of hickeys and handprints, so you just had to watch him combust adorably in front of the two seasoned FBI Agents.
“Calm down, kid, don’t pull a muscle in that brain of yours, it’s a highly valuable FBI asset.” Rossi joked with him as they switched places, Rossi and Hotch going into the elevator and Reid slinking out.
“Dave and I just finished breakfast. I’m afraid you may have just missed it, Spencer, but there’s a buffet on the third floor that’s supposedly open all day.” Hotch said.
“Actually, I think food isn’t a great idea for me right now.”
“Oh, wild night, kid? No, wait, let me guess, you tracked down a Star Wars convention?”
“I’m more of a fan of Star Trek myself, you know the technology they appeared to have on screen in the show is really fascinating in that it’s-”
“Oh, how unfortunate, door’s closing. See you later, kid.” You breathed a sigh of relief as you watched the elevator climb up to the higher floors of the accommodation and left your perching spot.
“Spencer, over here.” You waved to him a little, and he turned to the sound of your voice, visually relaxing the moment he set his eyes on you.
“You don’t think they noticed I’m acting weird, right?”
“Reid, everytime you mention anything remotely pop-culture-y to Rossi he does his best to erase the conversation from his brain, okay? And Hotch looks like he hasn't slept in a decade. I’m sure they didn’t notice anything.”
“What? I thought Rossi loved our talks, he always says that I’m a riveting conversationalist.”
You just nodded along with him and patted his arm pitifully, leading him out of the lobby and into the waiting streets of Las Vegas, Nevada.
–X–
Twenty minutes later, you were sitting outside of the Marriage License Bureau, waiting to see if your fate was sealed.
“Okay, so what’s our strategy?” you asked, removing your seatbelt and moved to open your door, jumping out of the SUV you’d commandeered from the parking garage.
“Strategy? Why do we need a strategy?” Reid joined you quickly, exiting from the passenger side, satchel in hand.
“Well, I mean, what are we going to ask them, what are we going to do when we’ve found out if this is real or a hoax or not.”
“Y/N, I think you’re overthinking this. This is Nevada, I’m sure they’re used to any questions we might have.” You took a deep breath looking at the doors of the building and tried to rationalise your thoughts. You were going to be fine, it’s just a marriage, nothing too big.
Pushing the doors open, you were floored by the sheer amount of couples on the premises.
“Shit.” You’d cursed more in the last four hours than you had in the last year, almost beginning to worry that it was becoming a habit.
“Please take a number and wait for your turn to be called, our current waiting time is three and a half hours. If you leave the premises at any point, your place will be forfeited,” a bored looking worker with a small microphone called over the crowd as you entered.
“Hi, sorry, is there a help desk of some kind?” you approached and asked her, a sinking feeling growing in your gut. “We just need to see if our wedding licence is valid.”
“Then please take a ticket, and we’ll see you soon.” The other woman replied, frustratingly monotone.
“No, you don’t understand, we’re leaving the state in three hours, we can’t just sit around, we need answers now, legal advice, something.”
“I’m sorry ma’am, but if you continue to speak to our staff members in that aggressive way, I’m going to have to ask you to leave the premises,” another member of staff now joined the first.
“Aggressive? I am not aggressive,” you said but you could hear the agitation in your own voice, and the tightness in your shoulders.
“What she means to say,” said Reid from behind you, dropping a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Is that we are FBI agents, leaving town on another case soon, and we would really appreciate your cooperation? I have our marriage licence here. If you could just look over it, it’d only take a few seconds of your time.” The tension rolled off of you in waves, and you melted into his touch as he gladly stepped up to continue your communication.
“Okay, yeah, that definitely seems like a legit licence. You FBI agents, you say?” the first woman questions you, and not trusting yourself not to reply passive aggressively and ruin her cooperative mood, you bite your tongue and just nod.
“My coworker who worked the graveyard shift yesterday mentioned we had a few of you come through. Congratulations on your marriage.” She handed the licence back to you and the pit in the bottom of your stomach grew.
“Is your colleague still here? We just had a few questions about some logistics. We’re out of state, you know?” Reid smiled and you were so thankful for him, for the comforting hand he’d trailed down your shoulder and rested at the small of your back as you stood fidgeting next to him. It took you a minute to realise you were playing with your new wedding ring, already so used to it being there on your finger that you hardly noticed its presence.
“Her next shift starts at 12, but if you’re as desperate for information as I think you are, I’ll have her come see you when she comes in. She’s usually five minutes early anyways.” Reid thanked the woman, and fifteen minutes later, a younger woman with a bright smile was greeting you in the lobby and leading you to a private room in the back.
“Doctor and Mrs. Reid, welcome back! Sandy said you had some follow up questions after yesterday?” she greeted you, and your head started pounding again.
“You remember us?” Reid asked, the confusion knitting his brow as he walked ahead of you.
“I don’t tend to forget husbands as handsome and romantic as you, Doctor.” Something flared in your gut then, anger or protectiveness, but it felt green and red, and you pulled Reid’s hand into your own as she guided you to sit at the table at the far side of the room.
“We’re looking to fill in some gaps in our memory from last night,” you spoke, now not caring to hold back any annoyance in your voice. This woman had written out your marriage licence and yet here she was flirting with your husband. With your Reid. With Reid. Again, the curses jumped to your tongue.
“Ah, I see. One of those.” She shot a smile at Reid, and you shot a look at him as well, but he looked oblivious at her interest and you caught yourself letting out a sigh of relief before turning back to the woman.
“You didn’t realise we were drunk?” you asked her.
“Oh no, we realised. We just assumed you were finally taking the plunge after everything you said. And everything you did, too.”
“Everything we did?” you pushed out, your voice ten times higher than usual. You coughed to make it seem like your throat was just dry, not also housing your entire heart.
“You don’t remember? You two looked so in love. You were all over each other, kissing, touching, whispering and giggling. Honestly, it was just nice to have a couple in love here at 11pm that weren’t trying to have sex in the waiting area.” The blush crept up your neck, and you tried your best to force it back down. Obviously, it didn’t work.
You were about to ask another question, probably about how you would go about getting an annulment, when she finally continued.
“And then when you got the licence you were so happy and you called your friends to come and celebrate with you. You asked for the nearest chapel and we have all that information out in the hall and you said your friends were going to come meet you, so you took off.” She shrugged a little, taking a swig from her coffee. You couldn’t help but feel that even after all of that, she was still eyeing up Spencer, so you squeezed his hand a little bit harder at that, your other hand gravitating to his bicep too, your entire body leaning into his.
“Friends?” Spencer was the first one to wake up to that statement, and your agitation reached its peak.
“Yeah, the two teammates you mentioned. You told everyone they were meeting you at the chapel, that you’d all been here working a case and they were the two that responded to your calls that night.”
“Did we mention any names?” you asked.
“No, just that they were FBI Agents. Is there something wrong?”
–X–
You threw the doors of the building open as you gasped for air, the panic fully setting in now.
“Y/N, wait,” Spencer yelled after you, following you onto the pavement. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you tugged on your hair, mindlessly fretting with it, unconscious to the pain. He finally reached you and pulled your hands into his, forcing you to look up into his eyes.
“Y/N, it’s fine. We’re going to be fine.” He soothed you quickly, and you hiccuped through the small sobs you were now letting out.
“Spencer, two of our friends know that we got married last night, and we don’t know who or how much they know, and now we know that our marriage is legal and you’re stuck with me and I got us into all this mess because I’m an adult who doesn’t want to tell her mom to back off.” By the end of your speech he was cradling your head in his hands, as your tears flowed down your face in messy trails.
“Hey, look at me. You told me this morning that this was not my fault, and I’m telling you now that that doesn't mean it's yours. We’re in this together, okay?” he waited for you to nod before continuing. “Besides, no matter who it was, our team mates love us. They’ll understand.”
“What if we get reassigned? This is a conflict of interests, right, me and you working together like this?” You’d worked so hard to be accepted into the BAU, you didn’t want to let this be your exit, and you sure as hell weren’t letting them fire Spencer for it.
“We’ll talk to Hotch and Rossi, they don't want to lose either of us, and if we get this dealt with quick enough, maybe we won't even have to report it. We could keep it quiet for a while, right?” You knew all of his words made sense, they were the best course of action for the two of you. He’d probably run all of the scenarios through his head while you showered this morning, which is why he was so level-headed. But there was a discomfort that you just couldn’t shake.
“You mean we could get this…annulled?” you asked cautiously, looking into his eyes to gauge his reaction.
“If you want, we can walk right back in there and have it done soon, I’m sure that employee would help us, she seemed friendly-”
“No.” You practically shouted, not wanting to come face to face with that woman again, and watch her flirt with Reid as he signed the annulment paperwork. “I mean, there’s no time, right? We should probably head to the chapel to figure out who our witnesses are and then we’re heading back to Quantico.” You did to rationalise your decision, praying that the jealousy (jealousy?) that you felt didn’t show in your voice or face.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Well, we have 21 days from now to file, before the annulment period passes and we’re looking at divorce, which is not favourable for either of us, but we can file from out of state.” You nodded along with his words, glad for the lack of questioning, and that he didn’t clock the hopeful glint to your eye.
“Okay, great. Yeah.” You had calmed down enough now for your proximity to become awkward, and Reid noticed as soon as you did, pulling his hands away from you and taking a step back. Maybe it was the hangover, or just the overwhelming series of emotions you’d been through successively, but it felt wrong suddenly having him so far from you. Shaking it off, you grabbed your keys out of your pocket.
“She said we picked up the information about the chapel from the lobby, right? Can we narrow down which one it is with the photo?” You suggested, suddenly not able to meet his eyes.
“Oh, right, yeah. We’d have had to have been able to get there on foot, too. I’ll go and ask them if they recognise which one it is,” he made to move back in, but you shouted a resounding ‘no’ before he could take another step.
“I’ll do it! I should probably apologise for earlier anyway, right?” you chuckled awkwardly, pushing the doors open and leaving him behind with that confused look set against his skin once again.
–X–
“I’m telling you, we delete the footage from the previous day at noon, I can’t help you.” You’d tracked down the chapel pretty quickly despite all of your options, and now found yourself arguing with a pretty lackluster Elvis impersonator, desperate to figure out any more details about the night before.
“What about staff members that could verify? We just need a vague description.”
“Everyone’s a part-timer here, lady. The people on shift today won't be back for another two days or so. Come back then, okay?” He showed you to the door then, and if you hadn’t gotten drunk and married in Vegas the night before, this would certainly have been your lowest moment.
“Nothing?” Reid asked from his perch on the car.
“They delete the security footage.” You signed in frustration, and he showed a sympathetic smile on his face.
“How do you want to play it, then?” he asked. “Two of them are already going to know, should we just come clean to the entire team, see if they could help?”
“No, god no. As much as it’s my current reality, I don’t really want to have to respond to Mrs. Reid until Morgan gets new material, and no one’s going to be this easy of a target any time soon.”
“Technically speaking, you’d have to apply for a legal name change to become Mrs. Reid, usually couples do it a few days either side of the wedding and start the process of updating all their legal IDs so they can travel internationally for honeymoons without anyone asking questions.”
“Not the point, Reid.”
“And I knew that. Sorry.” It was hard to stay annoyed at him with that small smile stretched across his lips, and you suddenly found yourself wondering just exactly how he'd felt against you.
You’d kissed at the chapel, at the wedding licence office, in his hotel room, and you couldn’t for the life of you remember if you’d been the one to lean in first, or if it’d been him, or if it’d been both of you and what that meant. Did he like you, did you subconsciously want him in this way? Did this even mean anything? And what had those handcuffs been about?
He couldn’t answer most of those questions, and honestly, you weren’t sure you wanted the answers, but it’d been a day of awkward conversations, so you thought you might as well let your curiosity rule you for a few more minutes.
“Spencer, would you mind me asking a personal question?”
“Sure, we are married now. Don’t they say that the number one thing to remember in marriage is communication?” He tried to joke, but you couldn’t laugh as you got ready to spit some of the most horrific words you’d ever strung together out.
“Spencer, do you…do you often use handcuffs? In bed, I mean?” you were bright red, stood outside a 24 hour wedding chapel in the heart of Vegas and you couldn’t believe this was your life.
“Oh.” He was the same shade of red as you, and he stuttered through his next few incoherent words before you found his reply.
“I’ve not done it with the handcuffs before, but I guess I’ve…thought about it? It’s definitely in line with my… Do we have to do this here?”
“Would you rather talk about this on the jet?”
“Do we have to do this at all?” He groaned, shutting his eyes and you could feel the horror at his own actions spreading through his body.
“We are married now. Communication is key, remember?” He sighed and acquiesced, running a hand through his hair before turning back to you and forcing the words out.
“I know you probably didn’t think this about me before, but I am pretty controlling in bed. I don’t like feeling… hopeless, and it just manifests as dominance, okay? It’s been a while since I had a partner though, so the handcuffs were new to me, but I’ve tied girls up before. Now can we stop this conversation here before someone on this very public street hears us?”
“Okay, yeah sure. That actually makes a lot of sense really.” You said, nodding and moving to get into the car. You tried to keep your thoughts to yourself, knowing that the knowledge of his preferences was going to plague your dreams for the next few nights.
“You don’t have to lie, Y/N, I know I don’t seem like the type.” He got into the passenger side next to you, and you ignored looking at him in the mirrors desperately as you started the engine and made your way back to the hotel.
“No, I mean it makes sense that it happened to us. I don’t think we would’ve ended up in bed together if we weren’t so… compatible.” You let the silence sit between you as you let him take in your words, driving to the orchestra of midday strip traffic.
“Oh.” He said. “Oooh.” He finally caught on, and you felt your head turning in his direction, but you forced it back towards the road, convincing yourself that you really didn’t need to see his reaction, to study his expressions.
“Well, at least we know that we both enjoyed it then.” You weren’t sure if he was just oblivious, or trying to get a reaction from you, but nonetheless, your heart clenched at that, excitement rising in your stomach.
You convinced yourself that it was probably just the alcohol, and drove in silence back to the hotel, ready for your departure.
--X--
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aaron-romave · 7 months
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My Only Sunshine
It was a quiet night in Gotham, when suddenly the coms crackle to life, with a voice, that seemingly none of the bats recognized. That is all but one. Damians blood ran cold as he heard something that should not be possible. He had never even let himself think about it, because even recalling the mere memory of it would shatter him. 
The other night, dear
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you 
In my arms
Batman's voice was the first to come over the coms “oracle who is this? Where are they?”
“I’m working on it B.” She crackle back in her slightly mechanical disguised voice.
When I awoke, dear
I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried
Oracle may not have known where it was coming from, but he did. He knew it as he knew the heart beating in his chest and the air within his lungs. Without thinking he leapt off the building, grappling across the city that his father loved, but he has never thought of as his true home.
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy 
When skies are gray
He was vaguely aware as Batman cried out for him, but that didn’t matter. His blood was rushing too quickly through his ears. Any protest or question simply ignored. He had somewhere he needed to be, and he needed to be there now. 
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take 
My sunshine away
“Oracle location!”
“I’m trying B! But these people are good I can’t work faster than I am!”
Was the last thing that came over the coms before he reached up and muted everyone, everyone but the voice he was focused on. The world had narrowed down to the wind whipping past him, his heartbeat in his ears and the one voice that he had wish to hear again for so long.
I'll always love you and make you happy 
And nothing else could come between
His lungs burned as Wayne industries came in to view. Why? Why of all nights was he on the outskirts of the city?  He needed to move faster, faster, please be fast enough. He begged to himself, to whatever god was out there be fast enough ….and for him to be there for this not to be some sort of cruel trick.
But if you leave me to love another 
I’ll support you as you follow your dreams
It was him. It had to be him. only he knew to sing it that way.  His brother quietly singing and holding him as he silently cried. He was never good enough for grandfather, he will never be good enough to be the heir to be excepted never daring, hopeing to be loved, but it was never like that with his brother. His brother loved him more than anything, and he couldn’t stop anything as grandfather ran his sword through the heart of the one person he truly loved. Through the heart of Damien’s one weakness. 
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy 
When skies are gray
Even at the end, when his brother knew grandfather was coming for him, his too kind brother never forced him. Always giving him a choice and he had failed his brother when he was willing to give up everything for someone as weak and pitiful as him. He wasn’t strong enough to run. He wasn’t strong enough to protect the one person who loved him above all else. 
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take 
My sunshine away
He was so close three minutes out. Almost there the highest spot in the city, the best place to see the stars. 
Northstar, I’m so happy you made it out. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you.
My Northstar please stop blaming yourself. This was my choice. It was always my choice and I don’t regret a second of it so neither should you. You are without a second of doubt the best thing to have ever happened to me. 
Damien felt a pit open up in his stomach.  Less than two minutes to Wayne enterprises
You have to let the others in Northstar. Being family to them, loving them it’s not replacing me or dishonoring me. Quite the opposite Northstar it’s keeping me alive; In a different way, but I’m still with you. 
Go on brother adventures with Dick, try things that make you uncomfortable, but know that he will keep you safe. 
Spend time with Babs in the library, read books that let you travel to fantastical worlds that we could never dream of.
Go to Jason for advice. You two are more alike than you even know, lean on each other, use that. 
Try photography with Tim. Take pictures of all those animals that you love.
Less than one minute
Pull pranks with Stephanie. Let yourself be a kid and laugh at stupid and dumb things. 
When things get too much go to Cass for quiet and understanding.
Go to Duke and ask him to take you out shopping at a regular store or to go to the mall to buy a toy for yourself. Enjoy the normal quiet moments.
Go to Bruce for comfort, he is Batman but he is also our dad don’t forget that, let him be a dad.  
The world went blurry. There is no one on the roof. 
Northstar I’m gone. I really am gone. You know how magic is Northstar your big brother had a few tricks up his sleeve, but I’m afraid this used the last of it. In the future in the far, far, far, future when you come join me in the hereafter, I’ll be waiting for you with open arms. I love you, Northstar now let our family love you in my stead. 
As his feet made contact with the roof of Wayne enterprises a small, glowing object made it self known in the center of the roof. It appeared that stars itself littered and sprung from the object, beckoning him forward. 
He was vaguely aware of the rest of the bats and birds joining him on the roof, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that his shaking hand was reaching out to grab the old dog stuffed animal as the last glitters of Stardust left the plush.
A drop of water fell down and landed on the left ear of the love worn dog. Reaching up and touching below the domino he realize that he was crying. When did that happen? When was the last time this happened?
As he clutched the dog plush to his chest, a frivolity that would have never been allowed in the league, but still his brother who he loved most in this world snuck it in for him. Hiding it behind a loose stone in the wall. Bringing it out for him to hold as his big brother comforted him and told him stories of a better life that they could have. 
The demons heir, Robin, Damien sobbed, cried for the injustice of the world, for his brother who even waiting for him in the hereafter was still looking out for him. 
His body shook as wave after wave of agony and despair ripped through him. Years of repressed grief tore through his body sharper and with more deadly aim than any blade. The floodgates had been opened. His big brother had given him this one last gift. 
So when Batman, his father, his dad crouched down in front of him concern showing through his usual stoic expression he does not ignore what his brother has given him and leaps forward, clutching onto his dad and weeping for the brother that he lost and the son his dad will never get to know.
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ohnoitstbskyen · 25 days
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So: for LoL, which storyline is your favorite? And if you were to decide, what direction would you take it?
I mean, my favourite story set in any League of Legends thing by far is Arcane, but I suspect that's not quite what you mean.
Second to that is Ashe and Sejuani, specifically as their relationship is told in the Ashe: Warmother comic. It's a comic about the ways in which their relationships with their mothers shape them into the people they become - both of them consciously rejecting their mothers' legacies, and yet both of them utterly reflective of them.
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Like, Ashe's mother Grena is this unflinching visionary, utterly possessed by a dream of ancient legacies, who is at once incredibly powerful and willing to sacrifice any number of lives for her vision, but also vulnerable, flawed and terrified of what her leadership will do both to her tribe and to her daughter.
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And you see those qualities emerge in Ashe as she determines to become the protector of the weak in the Freljord, the champion of the Hearthbound and the vulnerable. She inherits Grena's steel-edged will and dedication to a vision of the future, even as she tries over and over again to reject her mother's obsession with ancient glories and mystical names.
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Sejuani on the other hand is raised by... well, by a bitter, abusive drunk who sees her as nothing but a signifier of her own regrets and failures, and who projects all her own insecurities and weaknesses onto her child.
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And Sejuani grows up both resentfully rejecting all the insecurity and pain her mother has been beating into her, but also inherits her mother's brutality and willingness to see the human beings under her command as disposable objects whose worth is measured in utility.
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They are two reflections, two shadows of their mothers, and of the relationship they had to them, sisters by mutual choice and love, who are brought into conflict because their traumas have shaped them in irreconcilably different ways.
It is ENORMOUSLY compelling as a narrative about siblings, and as a framing device for the conflict in the Freljord - especially with Lissandra spooking around in the background as a universal mother-figure for the region, who in turn has her own traumas about being alienated from her sisters in ways that are similar to how Ashe and Sejuani were split apart.
The Freljord sometimes runs the risk of devolving into pop culture viking stereotypes and high fantasy pagan god nonsense (/affectionate, I love Ornn so much), but Ashe and Sejuani and their estrangement, especially as presented in Warmother, brings the thematic core of the region back down to some extremely fundamental questions about how to survive in an abusive environment - whether it be a harsh winter, or a broken family.
Warmother is a fantastic comic, everyone should read it (the art by Nina Vakueva absolutely fucks, and the approach to character design is strong as hell), and it breaks my heart that Riot's management couldn't keep their shit together with Marvel for long enough for it to get any kind of a sequel.
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Either Love is a Shrine
Aemond x niece!reader ✦ enemies to lovers
This is part 2 of The Spoils of War.
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Requested by anonymous
Day 23 ✦ 2,890 words ✦ rated explicit
Trigger warning: dubious consent
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Despite the vows you had honored in giving yourself to Aemond, to the man who was now your husband in the sight of Gods and men, the taste of regret soon replaced that of his kisses.
It had been a moment of weakness, of misguidedness, a moment where the tender heart of your girlhood had taken over. You had loved Aemond, fiercely, but now that love burned in your chest like a poison spreading, and you had to resolve yourself to the truth.
Aemond was lost to you, lost to the war where you both stood on opposite sides, and there would be no reconciliation for you.
The Gods had willed it so, you tried to convince yourself as you rode to Winterfell on the back of your newly-claimed dragon.
Your step-father had retrieved you from King's Landing and the clutches of the Greens, and while you had hesitated for a moment, caught between the desire to go back to your family and the urge to call for guards, to remain at Aemond's side, your love for your siblings had won. And so you had gone without protest, but without thanks.
Bitter tears had stung your eyes as you had fallen in your mother's arms, and as you sobbed in her chest you tried to convince yourself that those were tears of relief at being freed from your captor.
"Jacaerys has flown to Winterfell, to secure our alliance with the North," your mother announced as she brought you to the Painted Table Hall. "Cregan Stark's wife passed away in childbirth last year, you will seal a pact between us and the Starks."
"A pact?" you gasped, your heart stopping in your chest.
"You will wed Cregan Stark," Queen Rhaenyra confirmed, and for a moment you hesitated, but in the end you kept your silence. No one knew of your marriage to Aemond but his mother, his brother and the Gods.
You would wed Cregan Stark, and fulfill your duty to your faction, you told yourself, and with that, absolve your sins.
Daemon took you to the narrow caves inside the Dragonmont, and you followed him with apprehension as you came upon a large hall carved in the hard stone. His humming turned into a song you had never heard, and as the High Valyrian resonated beneath the high ceilings, a furious flame cut through the darkness.
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Vermithor's behavior changed as you approached the great winter fortress, and shivers rose at the back of your head. He grew restless and nervous under you as you forced him to fly forward, your heart beating furiously in your throat.
Whatever awaited you in this frosted place, you would face it.
As the Bronze Fury cut through the heavy clouds, you gasped as a desolated sight appeared, and before you could realize what had happened, you were already pulled into the eye of the storm.
Winterfell was but a ruin, burned down and resembling the devastated towers of Harrenhal, and at the center of the fortress, Vhagar stood with pride.
The great dragon bellowed, and Vermithor answered it -your surprise and fear made you lose your grip and the reins of the great beast escaped you. He landed in the frost as you remained rooted to the spot, shock coursing through you and shaking you to the bone.
"Jacaerys!" you called desperately, grief clogging your throat, and without a second thought you slid down the bronze scales and jumped to the floor.
You ran a few feet until the great eye of Vhagar turned, stopping you in your tracks, and you sobbed. "Jacaerys!" you called again, and the ancient dragon rumbled, a sound not dissimilar to the hums her rider was prone to.
Such a hum soon came to your ears and you shivered with fright - Aemond's fury was legendary, and you wondered what punishment or vengeance he had planned in response to your betrayal.
You had left King's Landing in the night and returned to your mother, the woman he considered a usurper, and would rather see dead than sitting on the throne.
"Wife," Aemond crooned as his lean figure appeared in the smoke rising from the ruin.
He sounded both furious and delighted to see you, and that terrible tone made you shudder. "Welcome to Winterfell... or, what is left of it."
You swallowed, nausea rising in your throat as Aemond stepped out of the smoke. His clothes were covered in ash, and so was his hair - the silver strands were tainted with black and red, as a great spatter of blood was covering his face. He looked like a nightmare made flesh, terrifying and inevitable.
"Aemond," you pleaded as he walked toward you, his name breaking as your breath left you in a heave. You bent forward as you retched, and the knobs of your spine rose in shudders as you heard him chuckle.
"Now, now, don't be dramatic," he reprimanded in a cold tone, and pulled you up by your hair.
His eye was dark and cold, fury etched onto his bloodied face - you could tell none of it was his, and the sight made you quiver in his hold.
"I should be the one weeping, as my wife betrayed me, and was about to wed another man," he said coldly, and the apology that was boiling in your chest was genuine.
"I'm sorry, Aemond," you whimpered, and it only seemed to anger him more. He grabbed your chin with his other hand, titling your face up. His grip was painful and you sobbed, your vision swimming with tears.
"You were not sorry when you left me and ran back to your bitch mother," he growled.
He did not allow you to speak again as he pulled you along, crossing the fuming gates. The inside of the fortress was as devastated as the outside, and as your feet stumbled, you looked around you in a desperate attempt to find out your brother's fate.
Soldiers were cleaning the ashes from the courtyard, and the scent of such destruction added to your nausea -they all stopped to bow when Aemond passed them, and from the corner of your eye you caught a dirtied white cloak.
"Aemond, please," you called, but it seemed your husband was immune to your pleas. "Where is my brother?"
He took you inside, forcing you to climb the stone stairs faster than was comfortable, and you had no choice but to match his ruthless stride. You stumbled over the hem of your cloak, blinded by your own tears, and soon you were pushed into a large room.
The door slammed violently and the lock was lowered into place before you could wipe your eyes and clear your vision. As you did so, you realized you had been brought into a large bedroom; the fire was blazing and it was comforting after the cold of your journey.
"Where is Jacaerys?" you pleaded once again, and Aemond's mouth twisted into a dark smirk, somewhere between enjoyment and anger.
Still, he stayed silent as he pulled his gloves off, throwing them on a nearby table; the sharp sound of the leather sounded like a bad omen and you trembled. You startled as Aemond suddenly rushed to your side again, grabbing you by the chin as he had done outside the fortress walls.
"Aemond, please," you called, uncaring that you were begging. Your brother's life was more important to you than your dignity, and you knew this torture was probably the Gods' idea of punishment for failing to disclose that you were already married. Now Winterfell had paid for your sin, and soon you would as well.
Part of you was grateful the hand of the Gods was Aemond, sent to you to inflict your punishment.
"Where is Jace?" you breathed, and in an instant it was cut off from your chest, Aemond's hand wrapping around your throat.
"Why should you care where your bastard brother is?" he thundered, and your knees gave out from under you.
Tears swam in your eyes and Aemond's furious face turned to a blur, you ears started to ring as you struggled to breathe. When he let go of you, you collapsed to the cold floor.
Upon seeing you on the ground, clutching at your throat, something akin to guilt crashed over Aemond. Never before had he seen you so undone, and he was caught between two storms, that of fury and inexplicable tenderness.
Bitter jealousy cloyed at him, that you would relentlessly beg to know your brother's fate, that you would carry such love in your heart for a worthless bastard. In the end, your obvious heartbreak cracked his resolve and he knelt on the cold stones.
"He escaped," Aemond said factually, putting a hand to your shoulder. "His dragon is still small, and fast."
Two shiny orbs suddenly rose to look up at his face, and your unconcealed hope flushed your face. "Is it the truth?" you asked fervently. "Aemond, please-"
Growing tired of your incessant begging, Aemond held your gaze until you saw in it what you had been looking for. Utter joy spread on your features and your obvious relief brought anger to his heart again, but you melted it as you rested your forehead on his leather-clad arm.
"Thank you," you sobbed, and Aemond's heart lurched in his chest.
You collapsed against him and he wrapped his arms around your shaking form, burying his face in your hair and breathing you in. Those few weeks apart had been torture on his soul and body, and you had plagued his mind since he had woken up to an empty bed one morning, only to find out you had been taken back to your treacherous parents.
He breathed in your hair, his mouth searching for any skin he could reach, pressing rough, desperate kisses to your temple, your ear, your tear-streaked cheek.
He swallowed the damp air of your sobs, groaning as his mouth found yours, and all restraint faded from him. His earlier determination came back, and the vicious desire that had motivated his fury was now back in full force, his body ablaze with it.
He pulled you up and off the floor in a swift movement, unbuckling his belt with his free hand and throwing his weapons aside. You gasped, tearing your mouth away, your eyes wide open.
"What are you doing?" you asked fearfully, and the look on your husband's face was unmistakable.
He did not answer as he let go of you, only to pull at the buckles of his doublet and discard his gloves. You shook your head, your earlier fear returning like a sudden rainfall.
"Aemond, no," you whimpered, your eyes feeling raw from your tears.
Your rejection only spurred him on and soon he was pouncing on you, very much like he had on the first night of your marriage. This time you were terrified, knowing what a man could do to a woman, knowing the strength of his body and its unyielding stamina.
"Aemond," you cried as he grabbed you, ripping your cloak from your shoulders. "You can't-"
"Yes I can," he thundered, and you shivered as though the cold hand of winter had gripped you. "You are my wife, you belong to me, and I will do whatever I please."
You screamed like a wounded animal, trying to rush past him but he was faster, catching you by the waist easily and pushing you toward the bed.
He laughed as you struggled in his grip, cursing him to all hells and trying to claw at him. "Were you planning to greet your new husband in this manner, huh?" he crooned in your ear, and you found you preferred his colder tone.
The smirk in his voice chilled you to the bone and you trembled, growing stock-still in his arms as he pushed you face-first against the high bed. "Were you planning to let him fuck you here, in this very room?" he growled and a horrible realization dawned on you as your face was pushed against thick wolf furs.
Aemond's broad hand on your back, keeping you down, you could only whimper as he pulled your skirts up, baring your skin to the cold air, and you sobbed into the pelts as you heard the sound of his laces being pulled.
"Please," you begged, shame overwhelming you. The scent of the furs was making you sick, and you missed the smell of dragon ash. You closed your eyes, pulling yourself away from this situation and instead in Cregan Stark's arms, but you only found cold and bitter regret there.
"Were you really so willing to give yourself to him, to betray your love for me?" Aemon grunted as his hard flesh slid between your folds, and you yelped as he pushed against you.
You shook your head into the furs, breathing furiously through your mouth. Your thoughts were swimming in your mind, confusion and fear meeting regret and heartbreaking, longing and love colliding with them all.
You cried out as Aemond sheathed himself in you with one deep thrust, and the groan he made sent a shiver up your spine. Pain flashed through you as he hit a spot deep inside you, the stretch burning and stinging so much that you were rooted to the spot.
"How I missed you," he confessed as his lips found the sensitive skin below you ear, and you shivered despite yourself. Your body yielded to him, surrendering to his ruthless pace, and you mewled, desperate to be rid of this torture.
You closed your eyes again and the wolf furs disappeared, as well as the scent of smoke and ash; instead you were surrounded by soft sheets and the softness of Aemond's hair as it fell around you like a curtain. The dreary atmosphere of Winterfell was replaced by the familiar feel of the Red Keep, and your remorse tasted of iron, sharp and acrid.
"Aemond, please," you cried out, but he did not respond. You knew he was lost to his own desperation, to his own hurt and the betrayal you had stabbed into his back like the sharpest knife.
"Not like this," you cried out, and this time he stopped. Twisting on yourself, you managed to reach back, your hand gripping his shirt. Over your shoulder, your eyes found his face. "Not like this," you repeated, softer, and his resolve faded for a moment.
He allowed you to twist in his embrace, pulling out of you enough for you to turn and lay on the bed, legs spread and lower lip bleeding.
Aemond growled as your face crumpled and you reached for him. Without a thought he grabbed your dress, tearing the seams when the laces wouldn't give, and soon you were bare to his gaze and touch, leaning back into the remnants of your clothes like a dragon just out of its broken shell.
His shirt joined the pile on the floor, where he then kicked his boots and leather pants, and before he could protest you had torn the eyepatch off his face. The sapphire shone bright and clear against his pale face streaked with blood, and your core pulsed at the sight.
You knew he was burning from the inside, his love twisting him until he no longer knew right from wrong, his desire for you maiming him until there was nothing left of the man he once was.
But this monster was yours. This dragon, this beast, furious and hungry - he was yours, and you were his.
Aemond whined as he pushed back into you, your flesh parting effortlessly to welcome him inside, and he kissed your palms as you reached for his face.
"Never leave me again," he commanded as he covered your shaking frame with his weight, thrusting into you with abandon. You cried out as he took you, fiercely and ruthlessly, like a beast took its bitch, and you wrapped your arms around his slim waist, reaching down to grab his ass.
He growled as you dug your nails into the firm flesh, pulling him harder within you. His cock throbbed and you clenched around him, tight as a torturer's vice. "Never leave me again," he breathed and you swallowed his desperate plea.
You hooked your legs at the back of his as his mouth devoured yours, your body rocking into his with abandon. The taste of iron spread in both your mouths and you moaned; it was the taste of your love, of your connection, as it ran deeper than blood and men's laws.
Aemond fucked you like he had done the first time, abandoning reason for lust and propriety for possession. He took you again, and again, until there was nothing left of you but scars from his bites and bruises from his claws. Until there was nothing left of you but evidence of his love, of his passion, and a terrible, wonderful thought came to you.
You were not caught in his claws as much as he was caught in yours, possessed by the passion you inspired in him. He was your prisoner, unable to escape the pull of your body, the call of your soul to his.
You were not a prisoner, captive and locked away in the monster's covert.
No, you were the monster's lair.
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Dividers by @straywords ✦ not beta read
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demonpiratehuntress · 5 months
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jelly
OPLA!Zoro x F!Reader
Summary - Your knees often turn to jelly at the worst times, and after the third time Zoro witnesses it he decides to confront you about it.
A/N: This is a problem with I struggle with everyday, so I thought I might write about it. If anyone knows what I can do to stop this feeling, please let me know. I've tried everything at this point. I also have a variation of this one-shot I wrote on Quotev, so if anyone wants to read that one too let me know :)
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Maybe this had been a bad idea. Choosing to explore the new island with the others instead of listening to your body and staying on the ship. You had regrets. So many regrets. But there was nothing you could do now except push on and pretend nothing was wrong.
Your forehead glistened with sweat underneath the cheerful gaze of the sun, not from the heat but from the sheer effort of keeping your body upright and your legs from knocking together. The weakness in your knees was growing by the second, the jelly-like feeling you had grown accustomed to returning and worsening by the second. Any longer and you might actually fall over.
"You guys can go on," you told the others, finding it difficult to even speak. "I'm just gonna...take a break."
"Are you okay?"
You looked up at your green-haired boyfriend, concern prevalent in his chocolate eyes. You slowly nodded and forced a smile, not wanting to worry him with this.
"I'm fine."
Zoro knew better than to press, because although he was concerned for your safety he knew you wouldn't tell him out of the fear of ruining the crew's trip. He would have to ask later on, when you would be more willing to confide in him.
"I'll stay with you."
"No, it's okay-" You started, but he just leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. He wasn't going anywhere.
You sighed. Trying to keep your facade up a little longer was going to be extremely difficult. Your knees were already moving towards each other, the impending knocking making your nausea worsen. You felt sick to your stomach, weak and frail and delicate, but there was nothing you could do about it. And this wasn't the first time it had happened either. There had been many other times where you'd felt this way, and then eventually blacked out. But all of those times had fortunately been away from the eyes of your crewmates and your boyfriend.
"What's wrong?"
Your knees buckled, knocking against each other twice before you fell to your knees, the weakness overwhelming your body. You blinked slowly, your breathing already growing fast and heavy, increased nausea threatening to propel your lunch from your stomach.
"(Name)!"
The alarmed swordsman kneeled beside you, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder. He tried to get you to look at him, but you were fighting his grip on your chin because you didn't want him to see your eyes - glossed over with tears. Some had already fallen, the strain of trying to control your breathing taking your attention away from trying to stop yourself from crying. It was too much.
"Zoro..." You mumbled, your body slackening even more. You tumbled sideways, but were fortunate enough to fall right into Zoro's arms.
"This is not nothing," he spoke lowly, but you could hear the worry in his voice. "What is it? Are you sick?" He placed a hand on your forehead, but you didn't have a fever. "Are you hurt? Damn it, I should have asked sooner."
Your eyes widened when he said that. You hadn't realised he had witnessed your earlier episodes. You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could he stood up and lifted you right up into his arms, bridal-style. You rested your head on his shoulder, dizziness blurring your vision.
That was the first time Zoro realised you weren't telling them everything.
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The second episode he witnessed happened when you two were running away from Marines. You and Zoro had been assigned to grocery shopping for the ship, while the others were shopping for other necessary things. But unfortunately someone recognised Zoro, and called Marines stationed in that town.
Zoro only realised you were starting to get weak and dizzy again when you slowed down, not being able to run any further because your knees were knocking together again. His eyes widened and he turned back around to quickly deal with the Marines - something he had originally suggested since it was only about four of them.
You collapsed to your knees a few feet away and started sobbing, which made Zoro angry. He thought maybe the Marines had caused it by stressing you out - and he might not actually be that far off.
When they were dealt with, he scooped you up again and all but ran back to the Going Merry with you in his arms, yelling for Nami to come help him.
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The third time it happened, he decided to confront you about it.
You were on another island, this time celebrating the defeat of a corrupt Marine official that was terrorising the town. The townspeople had insisted that you guys stay and celebrate, and once they'd mentioned food Luffy was sold.
So here you were, dancing with a few of the local children while Zoro watched fondly from where he sat holding a large pint - his third one for the night, if you were keeping track correctly.
The nausea hit first. You suddenly stumbled, but tried to angle yourself away from the kids. Zoro was up in an instant and a few seconds later caught you from behind, just as you were about to completely fall over from avoiding collision with the children. You immediately turned around and leaned against him, burying your face in his neck as you fisted his shirt and tried to focus on how good he smelled instead of how badly your knees were shaking.
The panic returned. His arms encircled your waist to support you, but his grip was tightening by the second. Almost to the point of it being painful. Almost. Zoro had never been scared in his life, but watching this happen to you over and over and you just brushing it off as exhaustion terrified him.
"Let's go."
He didn't even wait for your reply, and he didn't bother to tell the others you were leaving. He even left his drink half finished, a testament to his extreme concern.
"Okay, what is going on with you?"
Despite his flat tone, you knew he was worried. And you knew you had been worrying him too much lately. He had given you time to relax and breathe, even helped with that by cuddling you and getting you anything you asked for, but now he wanted answers. And you couldn't back out of this one.
You sighed, "I have a tendency to faint. My knees get weak, I get nauseous, and I feel dizzy. It happens a lot, and I can't control it. I originally thought it was because of my body lacking sugar, but I'm starting to think it's stress-related too." You couldn't meet his gaze.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want to worry you," you mumbled, "I thought it would at least happen when I wasn't around you guys."
He sighed, making a sound of disapproval before his arms enveloped you again, pulling you right against his chest.
"You scared me," he admitted, but the words didn't come easy and you could see that. "I was scared I was going to lose you. That this was some kind of fatal disease, or something."
You looked up at him and saw how panicked he looked, and your expression softened, "You won't lose me."
He met your gaze, "You're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me, and I...I don't think I can live with myself if something were to happen to you." Despite his struggle, you could see he was being genuine. "I need you to tell me these things, (Name). I know I'm not good at showing it, but I..." He breathed in sharply. "I love..."
"You don't have to say-"
"I love you."
He cut you off by saying the full thing, knowing he was more certain of that one fact than anything else in his life. He loved you.
You smiled, "I love you too."
He breathed a sigh of relief, worried you wouldn't say it back even though he knew you felt that way. His grip on you tightened, and he buried his face in your hair.
"What can I do to help?" He asked softly. "I don't want you feeling like this."
"You already help enough," you ran your hand through his hair, enjoying the feeling. "But if you insist, you can kiss me."
He let out a laugh when you said that, your teasing tone managing to pull that sound that you loved from him. He rarely laughed like this, but he was so happy you loved him, he was so happy your fainting wasn't because of any terminal illness that would take you away from him, that he couldn't stop himself.
Then he leaned in and kissed you, just like you asked.
Bonus:
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
"GET HER BACK TO THE SHIP NOW!"
Right. You forgot to tell the rest of the crew. Now Nami was screaming at the boys, Luffy was yelling at everyone to take you back to the ship, and Usopp was crying. Sanji was attempting to carry you, only to be swatted away by Zoro.
"It's okay, she's fine," he assured the others.
"Fine?!" Usopp protested.
"Are we seeing the same thing, mosshead?" Sanji glowered. "She's not fine!"
Zoro rolled his eyes, "Let me worry about my girlfriend, cook. You just worry about dinner."
You tried to speak, to stop everyone from fighting and screaming at each other, but you ended up hiding in Zoro's neck.
Explanations could come later.
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sugusearrings · 4 months
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( ' glass children. ' )
violet wrists and then her ankles, silent pain. then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams. monster, how should I feel? creatures lie here, looking through the windows i will hear their voices. i'm a glass child, i am hannah's regrets.
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— summary: with the star plasma vessel dead, satoru and suguru need you (fem!reader) to lead them to their next path. — genre: angst. heartbreak. — playing: monster by meg & dia — note(s): i'm a sucker for what ifs. i love what ifs. good and bad. i thought about this what if a lot. i wanted to write about this since halloween and didn't have time to post it. i just know suguru and satoru are better than me cause everyone would have gotten this smoke. that's all imma say. anyways, mentions of blood & death. probably some spelling errors here and there. — word count: 866
Those beautiful cerulean blue hues still sparkled as the light down on them.
But the spark of life was gone. They were dull. Lifeless. Emotionless. You never saw them like this before.
You could feel the anxiety swallowing you whole. If someone looked closely, they can see your legs trembling slightly. The two boys in front of you were having a brief conversation but you couldn’t hear it. You couldn’t hear anything over the loud sounds of your heart rate picking up at a rapid pace. You couldn’t even hear the round of applause the strangers that crowded around the white hair teenager who held the lifeless body like he did the first time meeting her.
They were clapping for Satoru. Fucking clapping.
You just stared at the crowd in disbelief. What kind of people would approve of this? What kind of people are happy over this? The death of a young girl.
A young girl you considered your friend.
Monsters...monsters... “Suguru...should we kill these guys? The way I am right now I doubt I’d feel anything.” His voice was hoarse. But what made your heart ache was hearing no emotion in his tone. It matched his stare. Dull. Lifeless. Emotionless. Your eyes went over to Suguru. His back was faced to Satoru but you saw his almond shaped eyes were as wide as they can be but soon he pulled himself back together. He always does. He has too. “No. There’s no point. It’ll be dissolved soon enough.” His voice mimic the tone Satoru set. He began to walk towards the door to get out of there. He was sick of the clapping and the smell of the dried blood that lingeried. He was sick of this. He was sick of this life. He was sick of death. He was sick of curses. “No point, huh? Does there really need to be any point to it?” Satoru asked or stated. You couldn’t really tell. You went to follow behind Suguru like a lost puppy but Satoru called out your name.
“Name...”
"Y-yes...Satoru?" your gentle voice trembled.
"What do you think we should do?" Satoru asked you. His eyes didn’t look at you. They just looked straight ahead into nothing. Suguru's eyes went over to you almost forgetting you were even there. Your eyes was puffy and red from crying. You were the emotional one out of the three. That's why Satoru would tease you about being weak. You were a crybaby. But Suguru didn't see an issue with it, he likes you like this. So did Satoru but he wouldn't openly admit it. You reminded him about those certain emotions he swore he couldn’t feel anymore. "Name...what should we do?" Suguru also asked willing to do anything you said. The self proclaimed brains of this trio couldn’t think straight or logically. So it was up to you.
The boys looked over at you for an answer. An answer you didn't have. This wasn't fair. These higher ups using you children. Not caring if you killed one another or died in front of each other. You loved your best friends. Especially Satoru and Suguru, willing to do anything to protect them. Even Riko. They were the only family you have. But would the higher ups mourn you? Would the higher ups sink into a dark hole of depression? Would the higher ups get revenge on you? Or would they replace you like a piece of livestock. They would probably replace you in a matter of days.
They probably would assign Satoru and Suguru a mission while your ashes are still warm.
Satoru and Suguru.
The thought of leaving them behind made you feel sick at the pit of your stomach. How would Satoru handle it? You knew Suguru would break in a matter of days. He bottles so much inside of him it would just burst out. Would they keep it together if you were to die? Or would they lose it themselves.
You know you would lose it if either of them or both of them were to die. Leaving you all alone. To defend yourself. To love yourself. You couldn’t imagine a world without them. The three of you were glued to each other, couldn’t really function without the other.
You could feel the anger replacing the fear and anxiety. On the inside your morals and humanity was being teared apart, stripped away from you the more you stared at Riko's lifeless body in Satoru's arms covered by a thin white cloth. "Name..." Suguru called out to you once more. There wasn’t much time to make a decision. "Kill them," you finally answered losing all emotions you had that day, "kill them all." That's all Satoru needed to hear. His lips formed a wicked grin as Suguru silently summoned the rainbow dragon. You stood watched the blood being splattered on the walls and floors. The screams made you smile like that day on the beach with your best friends.
That’s where your mind was. The day on the beach with Riko and Satoru laughing at the sea cucumber while you, Suguru, and Misato were on the beach towels just watching them with smile of your faces.
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kitasgloves · 4 months
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ATSUMU MIYA knows he's fucked. Being comfortable with being openly bisexual earned him some respect as an athlete and a few biphobic insults on the internet, but he wasn't greatly affected by whatever people thought of him. He's confident with his sexuality. So, when Sakusa Kiyoomi introduced you, his fiancé, to the team, he realized how it was going to bite him in the ass.
It was astonishing how Sakusa was all right with introducing you to the team, after all, he was a private man. He keeps his personal life completely separate from his career as an athlete. Others in the team such as Bokuto and Hinata, thought it was endearing that Sakusa is willing to open up to them and introduce his future wife. You had a personality opposite to Sakusa. You were pretty, great with jokes, and clever. Atsumu couldn't help but get hooked, no wonder you got Omi-omi wrapped around your finger.
Now, Sakusa was an incredibly hot guy, it was a fact that is difficult to deny. Albeit, aloof and not afraid to tell the truth no matter how brutal, Sakusa was intelligent and talented. His picturesque features were just a bonus. Atsumu just finds it cruel how he's drawn to the wing spiker ever since he joined the MBSY Black Jackals. Sure, he had a tiny crush on him back during high school, but he didn't expect it to resurface and develop quickly once he became an adult.
Atsumu thought it was downright fucked up how you and Sakusa arrived at the outing, violently ripping the air out of his lungs with how fucking gorgeous you both looked. Atsumu thought Sakusa wasn't attending the outing, but god he was wrong. While everyone was busy laughing and talking with you as Sakusa contently listened with a subtle smile, Atsumu had a gorilla grip on his can of Coca-Cola. He's sweating and his eyes persistently watch you and Sakusa.
God, he couldn't explain what he was experiencing. Envy? Longing? Come on, he was a hot and openly bisexual man, he could easily get anyone he wanted. But what if the one he wanted was already taken? Or rather, what if he's also attracted to that person's fiancé?
"Hey, Atsumu, you doing all right?"
You tilt your head to the side and Atsumu merely chokes on his soda. He smiles and gives you a thumbs-up. He could've sworn he saw Sakusa smirk in the corner of his eye. The outing went on with Atsumu subtly trying to spend more time with you and Sakusa.
Atsumu felt flabbergasted when Sakusa invited him to your wedding. It was next week. Atsumu had to bite his tongue when Sakusa looked so shy and all flustered when he extended the invitation to him after practice.
"[Name] insisted that I should invite you and the rest of the team"
Sakusa mumbled it was illegal how a six-foot-three brooding man could be adorable. Of course, Atsumu accepted the invitation and proceeded to spend his days preparing for the big day. It's not like he was trying to steal the show like he usually does, he just wanted to get your and Sakusa's attention and leave a lasting impression.
The wedding rolled by. Frankly, Atsumu felt nervous that he didn't prepare enough. But after seeing you and Sakusa kiss at the altar, he felt a burst of joy mixed with longing. Now, the party began. Atsumu grabbed the nearest alcohol and chugged it down, he tried to distract himself by actually having fun. He danced with Bokuto and Hinata as he kept the party alive. As the bride and groom approached the dancefloor, all the alcohol in his body dissipated.
Atsumu's throat felt incredibly dry as his heart leaped out of his chest. Both you and Sakusa looked so fucking good it's making him absolutely weak. You toothily smiled at him, it displayed sheer joy. Sakusa spared him a smirk, showing his dimples. Atsumu needs someone to check his pulse real quick.
"Atsumu!"
"Congratulations, [Name]! So, how does it feel to be a Sakusa?"
"Fucking fantastic"
"I'm gonna wait til ya regret that"
"Miya"
Sakusa frowned at him which made both you and Atsumu laugh. Nonetheless, Atsumu pulls you both on the dancefloor. He watches you gleefully dance your heart out, Sakusa was even letting himself loose and get lost in the lively music. It made Atsumu's heart throb with delight. Eventually, the music transitioned into a soft melody. Everyone exited the dancefloor as the bride and groom had a moment. The shared smile on both of your faces as you held each other, swaying along to the music, brought that weird feeling back to Atsumu.
He pouts and spends the entire event drinking until he gets wasted. He wasn't sure how he ended up in the backseat of a car and carried into a bedroom, but that's all he recalls before he passed out. Atsumu wakes up to the most painful hungover since his college days.
"Ugh, fuck"
He tries to sit up. The bedroom didn't belong to him, so he wasn't home. He was still dressed in his tuxedo. He found a bottle of water and pills on the nightstand, there was a note left beside it. He squints his eyes.
Here are some pills for your hungover :) - [Name]
There are spare clothes for you in the closet, dumbass - Sakusa
No fucking way...
Atsumu takes the pills and frantically gets changed into a large white shirt and a short cotton shorts. He takes a deep breath and exits the room. The smell of bacon enters his nose making his mouth water. He shyly trudges into the kitchen to see a shirtless Sakusa cooking breakfast only wearing grey sweatpants.
Oh dear lord help him
"Uh, good mornin'"
Sakusa turned around and put two pieces of bacon on a plate filled with eggs and rice, there were three plates available. Sakusa squinted his eyes at him and sighed.
"You idiot"
"Ya didn't have to take me to yer home so I wouldn't have to ruin you and [Name]'s honeymoon, Omi-kun"
"You could've gotten hurt. You were stumbling and tripping over your own feet last night. If my wife didn't see you throwing up on a potted plant, you would've gotten kidnapped"
"Look, I'm sorry"
"Tsk"
Sakusa clicked his tongue. Atsumu tried not to stare at his delicious pectoral muscles. The sound of the door closing catches his attention. All air gets violently knocked out of his lungs because you were only wearing an oversized shirt all the way to your thighs, one of your smooth shoulders was exposed. You were yawning and rubbing your eyes as you approached the kitchen.
"Good morning"
"Good morning, darling"
You go over to Sakusa who gives you a kiss on the lips. You turned to Atsumu and smiled.
"Good morning, 'Tsumu"
"Go-good mornin', [Name]"
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay, thanks for, uh, taking care of me"
"No worries. Let's go eat breakfast!"
The three of you shared breakfast. Atsumu's eyes kept darting from you and Sakusa as you talked, a part of him felt guilty for interrupting an intimate moment between you two. Both of you deserved an alone time after your wedding. Atsumu played with his food and sulked in his seat.
"Oi, why aren't you eating?"
"I'm sorry for...ruining yer moment"
"No, it's fine Tsumu! Did Kiyoomi make you feel unwelcome?"
"No, I didn't!"
There was a lighthearted bicker between you and Sakusa which makes Atsumu smile. He slowly regains his appetite and finishes his food. When he looks up, he sees both you and Sakusa giving him a gentle look. He gulps.
"Uh, is there somethin' on my face?"
"You're quite adorable aren't you, Tsumu? Won't you agree, honey?"
"Yes, unfortunately"
"Huh? What do ya mean?"
"Tsumu we can see the way you look at us"
Oh fuck. Atsumu didn't want to jump to conclusions but he's internally panicking, bi-panicking he supposes.
"I do-don't know what yer talkin' about"
"Bullshit, Miya"
"Come on, it's okay Tsumu. No need to be ashamed"
"Bu-but both of ya just got married!"
"So?"
You and Sakusa replied in unison. Atsumu is convinced he's about to have a cardiac arrest. You stand from your seat and make your way over to him, you gently grab his face and caress his cheeks. Sakusa silently walks over to you two slyly slides his hand across his neck and grabs his chin. The way both of you were touching him and looking at him was making his brain melt.
"How about we go to the room, yeah?"
Atsumu nods, effectively hypnotized by your voice. You grabbed his hand and led him to your shared bedroom. Sakusa has his hands resting on Atsumu's shoulders, further increasing the anticipation. As soon as the bedroom shuts, Atsumu knows he's going to have a wild time.
should I make a part two with a smutscene? lmfao
edit: here's part 2 lol
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lure-of-writing · 6 months
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Never been good enough
Authors note: I haven't written in forever so please forgive me if this isn't the best but I would love to hear what you think!
Summary: You would never be good enough for Ariel
Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: Arguing, curse words, mentions of death, Elain slander, Tamlin makes an appearance
Part two: Left in regret
Part three: Why can't We?
There was always something so enticing about Azriel that you could never put your finger on. To simply put it he was fascinating. Being a part of the inner circle for as long as you have meant that you put your feelings for him aside, did what you thought was best for the group. Not only that but Azriel never gave you any signs that he was interested in you and there was no way you would let him know about your feelings. What if you guys dated and it didn't work out? Or worse, what if you told him and he didn’t feel the same way? These types of thoughts made a home in your head and they made it a point to consistently remind you that Azriel would only ever be a friend. But hey, better a friend then nothing at all, Right?
That was until Rhysand met Feyre and in turn met Nesta and Elain. This is where your downfall began. You were truly happy for your high lord and new high lady but could have done without her sisters. Nesta was always ready to pick a fight and tear you down with her words as if she were some wild animal backed into a corner that would bite if you tried to pet it. The comparison wasn’t far off, she basically was a wild animal. Elain on the other hand was, well, contemptible at best. From what you knew Elain was basically loved by all in the inner circle but you. There was just something about her that irked you to your core. In a world that praised the strong and belittled the weak, her innocence bothered you. Why did Feyre have to do everything for her sisters, especially the middle one? As an older sister yourself you would have made any sacrifice necessary to protect your little sister. In fact you did. Maybe that's why you resented the middle sister. 
Before the new additions were made to your family life was perfect, before under the mountain of course, the group was a perfectly balanced number and each person had their person. Rys with Armen, Mor and Cassian, you and Azriel. The group would spend long days giving each other a run for their money with stupid bets and at night you would have an even longer night getting drunk at ritas, but ever since Ryhsand met Feyre things changed almost instantly. It was like the people you once knew completely changed over night. You still knew who they were to their core but you didn’t recognize who they had become. 
Cassian bowed to an unwavering, impolite, ungrateful human turned fae also known as Nesta, he was willing to die for someone who would never give the time of day to even acknowledge that he existed. Amren found company in her ruthlessness, found friendship and understanding in her unbothered face. 
Mor found sisterhood among the complexities of healing with Feyre, through the grief and joy and thousands of other emotions one feels when finding themselves after trauma.
Ryhsand found his mate, the one he never thought he would meet. The one he was willing to die for as long as that meant she was safe.  
Azriel saw the need to protect someone as delicate as Elain. So he did. 
And you, you found a changed group of people before your very own eyes. 
“Azriel can I please hold the fancy special dagger?” the Shadowsinger simply stares at you from the other side of the ring. Today had been training day for everyone excluding Amren, if you asked her she would say it didn’t pertain to her, and while the boys took turns sparring you were teaching Mor a new fighting technique you learned recently. “No” the short answer was no surprise to you at all. “Why not? I even said please and I never say please” the inner circle could not wait to witness this scene unfold for this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence but considering that you were Azriels favorite amongst the group even if he refused to say it, they thought that maybe one day you would wear him down enough to the point where he lets you hold the truth teller. “y/n I have never let anyone hold that dagger and you will not be the first. You are more than capable of handling yourself without my blade.” “Exactly I am more than capable of handling a dagger Azriel. One day I will get the truth teller in my hands just you wait.” he simply raised his shoulders in a shrugging manner as if to say “yeah I’m not concerned”
To say you were surprised that Azriel gave Elain the truth teller would be an understatement but honestly you should of seen it coming. Not even a few days before he was rushing into the hybern camp to save Elain without any second thought. There was never a time in the five hundred years where Azriel threw himself into a situation like that where he didn’t at least take some time to plan everything out. As a spy yourself you knew that at least having a fraction of a plan could save your life but it appeared Arizel was willing to die to save her. Feyre's sister be damned. So to watch from afar as he handed over his dagger to inexperienced hands was truly a gut wrenching experience. How could your closest friend of literally hundreds of years spend his potentially last moments with someone who was basically a stranger instead of a true friend? It was a revealing moment, it either showed how kind he was to try and help a defenseless person have a means to defend themselves if the time came where it was needed or he truly had changed and no longer cared for you. You would have your answer sooner than you had hoped. 
For as long as you have existed you were trained as a spy for the cover up of an  assassin. It made you as deadly as anyone else in the inner circle, maybe even deadlier since no one ever saw their death by your hands coming. So when the time came to go to war you were ready. The Battle was bloody and ugly and cruel. It was long and it felt never ending for every body you cut down it seemed there was ten more to replace it. When you watched as Cassin dove from the sky just as the cauldron unleashed its power amongst the world, the fight seemed hopeless. How were you supposed to win when hybern had that kind of power to be used whenever the king wished? But as a warrior in your own right you just wished that when you died upon this battle field that it wasn’t for nothing. That everyone in your family made it home by the end of this war, you may not recognize your family anymore but they meant the world to you and you just wanted them to be safe no matter the cost. 
Seeing help arrive re-established your hope that Hybern wouldn’t win and it pushed you to fight that much harder but the renewed sense of vigor made you lose focus and that was your downfall. A hybern soldier came charging at you with the anger of a thousand suns and sliced your stomach in one quick motion and before you knew it you were one the ground bleeding out. 
The inner circle was checking on Cassian when an unexpected figure came walking in with your limp body in their arms. “Oh gods, y/n!’’ Mor was the first to stand up and gawk at you in Tamlins arms before the healers directed him to a place where they could properly work on you. Nothing was said as the healers started working, as the inner circles' minds were racing and as Tamlin was leaving. “Thank you” Tamlin didn’t even stop to acknowledge Rhysands form of gratitude. Azriel was the first to speak “How did we forget about her?” no one had an answer.  
Once back in Velaris with your healing underway you could tell that something was off within the group besides the obvious effects of a battle like that and a gut feeling told what it was. You could feel this sense of guilt every time you stepped foot into a room and you knew it was that they forgot about you, they never said that they did but while you were unconscious you could hear everything, and what you heard broke your heart. You were becoming an outsider in your own family. 
You watched day by day as Amren bickered with Nesta, Ryhsand flirt with Feyre and cassian with Nesta, watched as Elain and Azriel danced the line of lovers and watched as you were slowly distanced from the group but it all came to a head after a heated argument with Elain. You were sick and tired of her acting like she was helpless when she wasn’t. She was cauldron made and she needed to start acting like it or else it would get someone killed or even herself. It happened on a training day. 
The sun was beating down on your tired body and the whisper of a breeze was doing little to help and listening to Elain ask Azriel for help was driving you up a wall. “Azriel can you help me? I don’t think I'm doing this right?”  all she was doing was stretching and she needed help with it? “For fucks sake Elain do you want him to spoon feed you and wipe your ass for you while hes at it?” Everyone stopped at your outburst and stared at you. Nesta looked like she was ready to rip off your face but Azriel beat her to it “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you watched as she shifted her body to be behind his as if she knew he would fight her battles for her. “What it means Azriel” you stalked into his space until you were face to face and watched over his shoulder and Elain moved to seek comfort between her sister and the high lord and you couldn’t help but scoff at her theatrics 
 “Is that all this group ever seems to do is baby her! She is not a child, she can handle herself. She doesn’t need you to teach her how to touch her toes Azriel but heaven forbid poor sweet Elain has to do something on her own for once. I mean my gods what aren’t you willing to do for her Azriel? Correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t you give her the truth teller?” Azriel was quick to interrupt “Is that what this is seriously about?” if looks could kill he would be dead because your glare is cutting him up into pieces “I wasn’t done. You gave her your dagger, you went into a hybern camp to save her, you answer her every single beck and call as if she's not fully capable of doing things for herself. You all enable this, every single one of you!” you point to every member of the inner circle “ And I have had enough of this bullshit! Its ridiculous! Elain loves to play sweet and innocent but really she just loves having people dote on her and not having to do anything herself.”  Everyone knew you were seething for they could see the redness creeping up your neck and into your face. And apparently you pissed off Elain
 “So what if Azriel did those things for me it has nothing to do with you so mind your own business.” you knew she wasn’t as nice as she seemed. “This has everything to do with me! I used to be his best friend, me! Not you! I watched everyone change when your family came along and it ruined mine! I have been in love with Azriel since the day I met him and yet I’ve had to watch him fall for you, who he hasn’t even known for two seconds! I heard him say that they forgot about me on the battlefield after hybern! So yes this is about me, I am an outsider in my own family!” The silence was deafening after watching you fight to speak through your tears and cracking voice. No one dared to move for fear of upsetting you even more or maybe it was the weight of your words keeping them in place. Azriel went to place a hand on top of your shoulder but you were quick to step out of his reach. “Y/n I had no idea you felt that way” again you couldn’t help but scoff “Of course not because you were too busy with sweet Elain to notice anything else.” he shook his head as if in a silent no “I am so sorry that we forgot about you there is no excuse it should of never happened. I-we never knew you felt this way, felt like you were being pushed away. But y/n why didn’t you ever tell me that you had feelings for me?” something broke in Azriels heart watching you cry, watched as your face scrunched in pain while you fought back sobs from taking over your body. Something pulled him to comfort you but he knew better than that. He couldn’t, not with Elain here.
“I have been telling you for five hundred years Azriel how much more do you want me to do? I may have never flat out said it but why do you think I stayed up waiting for you to come home after missions, or why I defended you against the teasing, or why I showed you my love in a thousand different ways but you never noticed even though you are the head spy master of the night court.” a sob racked your body forcing you to stop and Azriel wanted nothing more than to hold you until the tears stopped flowing and you felt whole again something in his soul was pulling him towards you but your next words stopped him in his tracks. “I never told you because to you it seems that I have never just been good enough. I have never been enough for you.”
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owlight · 1 year
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My request: kid, law, marco and robin (only if you are comfortable writting female characters) reacting at gn reader (non devil fruit user) saving them from drowning. hope you have a nice day, you are very talented!
Thanks for requesting 😔🫶
I do females Characters , specially robin cuz she my wife actually ����💖 and lmao this reminded me of that one time when I almost drowned ngl
Tags:drowning situation pretty much, Suggestive language with kid cuz he built that way,fluff mostly , ignore mistakes plz
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GN!Reader saving Eustass kid,Trafalgar law,Marco,Nico Robin from drowning
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Eustass Kid
He only drowned because his ass refuse to back from any challenge or fight ,which how he now end up sinking to the water with an angry pout and arms crossed,he is that stubborn and would spend his last moments as a stubborn idiot
someone challenged him to jump to the water and his ass is petty so he did it without any thought to the fact he can't swim
But Gladly! You dive in fast the moment he end up in the water and grab him tightly,good thing water make him weightless or you would have drowned trying to get him out
" and ugh..you are so heavy" you tells him as you pull him back to the safety of the shores ,kid scowl at you " you are just weak pipesqueak" you look at him as you swim ,you are tempted to leave him to drown for a moment,but in the back of your mind you can see killer masked face telling you not to do that because you would regret it later... ,you sighs,the price you pay for love...
He would not be thankful that you saved him, cuz you are his partner and Part of his crew , it's like your official duty to help from drowning cuz killer can't do it anymore :(
He Would suggest you do CPR on his dick instead of his mouth once he gained enough oxygen going through his Brain,you drop him on the sand so hard you hear a loud 'thump!'
You're literally the life guard of the kid pirates , it's almost funny that you have to drag kid out the water everytime his problematic ass fall into water
He get into these situations a lot ,you suggested once that he add floaty on his outfit since he always be falling into water,he threw a wrench at you but missed and it hit killer right at his helmet
He is very grateful for you secretly, he would never let you know but when he see you swimming toward him to save him? You look like an Angel and he is so thankful that you always willing to get into water to save him
He tries to be careful more (doesn't work) but it's the thoughts that count
He say the dumbest most inappropriate CPR jokes every time,you sometimes tempted to throw him back in water but he is already so heavy (nd you love him)
7.4/10 saving experience, should have let him struggle bit more in water ,maybe the water would have washes all the salty attitude off him someday (?)
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Law
This happens rarely really,he is very careful and usually use his devil fruit to avoid falling Into open water like that
But he once was very unlucky and fell off the submarine ship deck after a strong wave hit the ship ,one moment he was standing talking to you,the other moment he in the water sinking down the water ,he tries his best to hold his breath..last thing he see is a blurry figure pulling him up from the deep water
"I got you.. I got you" you says as you pull him out the water to the deck,you start performing CPR till he is coughing,he blink few times as he sees you above him, looking at him with worried eyes that melt to a smile "here you are lovebug ,good to have you awake" you tells him and law cheeks suddenly feel heated,he remove his wet hat off his head and sits down "thank you (y/n)-ya" law says as he looks at you with a little rare smile
"not a problem,that was a strong wave ,we should probably get into the submarine,might be a storm coming" you tells him as you pick up his hat and help him stands up,law can't help but looks at you adoringly...he loves you so much
He so thankful after that,not outloud but by the way he caress your face gently and smiles at you,a real genuine smile,rare sight only meant to his special people and you are so lucky you're one of them
He is more careful than everyone on this list ,so it won't happen often or again,he usually have fast reflexes to not get in that situation,it only happened then cuz he was so smitten by you(so cheesy ngl)
He will be thankful for a very long time,will go bit more easy on you ,no one would notice but you really ,it's wholesome
He give you extra cuddle every night from that day, cuz you his hero now,look at you getting spoiled rotten by him,so lucky
He appreciates you lot,thank you for loving and handling this stoic and secret nerd, he loves you so much just wait till he is no longer a flustered mess when getting affection from you
He really wanted to say that cheesy dumb CPR joke..he want to so bad,but he know you won't ever recover from hearing him says that..so he wait till perfect chance..
10/10 good saving experience
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Marco
One moment he was standing watching the beautiful sea , then suddenly a strong wave hit and he was too slow to use his devil fruit to fly away,he hold his breath as much as he possibly can,he can't help but feel helpless,what an embarrassing way to die...he fought in many battles,yet a strong wave is what took him out...
He feel bit dizzy at the lack of oxygen and he hopes that's the others weren't taken by the wave as well,he would feel bad if they too ended up a victim of this unfortunate event,he start chocking on water that start entering his lungs and it burn like hell,he wonder if you would forgive him for Begin so careless-he did not have the time to think more before he sees you swimming to grab him so tightly, looking very determined,Marco slightly smile as he let himself pass out,he hope that the CPR he taught you would be enough to pull him through this
"......And you are awake finely!" Your voice says as Marco slowly open his eyes and coughs the salty water "ah...sorry,was enjoying my nap" Marco jokes and he can see you shaking your head "not funny..Next time no standing near open water when you know it might be storming" you scold him and he laughs as he sits up "promise you that yoi, don't worry" he ruffles your hair "thank you for saving me" he tells you and you smiles "oh no problem! Just know you own me a dinner for giving me the scare of a lifetime!" You says playfully and Marco can't help but love you a bit more
He is 100% thankful for your help
He doesn't drown or get into water often so you don't have to Worry about this happening again
usually he is the one saving you from almost falling into water so it's a nice change of pace
He would make a CPR joke later on when the situation is long forgotten to make you squirm a bit
He will make sure to get you your favorite snack later as a thanks for saving him because he loves you
11/10 saving experience,very polite birdman
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Robin
How unfortunate,robin thought as the Battle between the strawhats and the Marines got bit too harsh and a Canon hit where she was standing sending her flying into the ocean water,she could say she lived a long life at least and died trying to protect her friends...she wonder if you would keep her collection of books safe after her untimely death-
Then suddenly,She is begin pulled out the water fast by someone and by the way she is held so tightly,she know it's You who had jumped to save her,she is slowly losing consciousness,but she smiles slightly as she trust she is in good hands now
"wake up damn it!-i can't lose you like this" your voice says as you continue preforming CPR on her,she open her eyes and cough the sea water she had swallowed earlier "thanks god robin-i was so worried" you tells her as you embrace her tightly,she can see that You are on the Sunny and it seem like the strawhats had managed to escape the Marines clutch which is good..you look not injured which is good,robin take a deep breath before embracing you back Gently " I apologies, I'm okay , don't worry my dear,thank you for saving me" she mumble softly as she hug you tighter "don't thank me...just..next time be careful okay? I almost had a heart attack seeing you fall into the water'' you scold lightly and that cause Robin to chuckles "I promise to be careful next time" she tells you with a gentle smile across her face
She is very grateful that you've saved her life,you always got her back even when she says she doesn't need help,you still offer to help her and watch her back ,so she is very grateful for that
She would thank you by begin extra affectionate with you for the rest of that day ,which you appreciate it a lot (Sanji is eating his hand as he envy you)
She doesn't usually end up in these situations,she usually able to get herself out of water by using her devil fruit ,so you don't have to worry about her much
Though ever since if the devil fruit strawhats needed to move through water,she would pick you as the person to help her across
She appreciates your help always,and she loves you a bit more ever since you've saved her from drowning
She kiss you later after that lot , thanks kisses she would call them playfully
13/10 saving experience ,she is the best
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(This been in my drafts since months sorry for the lateness bbg)
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