#slowly looses sanity because this took way to long

[alhaithamhabibi]

credits to @d10nsaint ( literally. she's so creative and will not hesitate to slam you down your problematic faves in front of you <333 )

imagine being dion's wife, loving him even though you know it was hopeless to wish, but in such a lonely household where anyone and everyone can become enemies within seconds you have no choice but to rely on him. as long as he was loyal to you, you gave him your love and utter devotion. even after you had a child with him, it just doubled even more. it was proof that he cared for you to some extent, your optimism explained. he must've loved you in his way and this was his proof. he wasn't raised in a good environment, you noted, but you can help him. if you showed him love, then perhaps he can be healed and love you back.

until that night. you were waiting for him as any obedient wife would. dressed in a robe with nothing underneath. perhaps it's time to give your child another sibling, you couldn't help but think this morning. but the moment he arrived you could see the disheveled clothes, the messy hair, and the way he walked. and oh suddenly you could smell that strange scent on him, no...it was perfume. so strong you couldn't help but cringe. and why...why was there a colored smudge around his neck? his pale lips seem to be redder than before. and that jewel hanging off from his lapel...as of it was taunting you.

you know it deep in your heart but you refused to believe it. you just couldn't and you demanded an explanation of where he was hours ago. but when his crimson eyes stared at you, no...glared at you. so intense, perhaps the most emotion you seen him displayed. so you shut your mouth quickly and headed to bed.

and soon what you thought would be a one-night thing slowly became an every night thing. and everyone knew it. they knew of his mistress especially when he bought her there. and gods, it was utterly humiliating and you became the mockery of the very household. it was breaking you, tearing you down but you were so sure he loved you. so you kept your head high, for your child ( who looked exactly like dion ), and did your best to keep your dwindling reputation up.

till you couldn't. seeing your beloved child die in their father's hands because they were unable to pass the special exam took a toll on your health and you were so very weak. because how could he? how could he do this to his child? you? to their family?

finally, seeing the mistress and dion in your shared bedroom, committing the deed had done it. you grabbed dion's blade and held it against your throat, screaming why didn't he love you? what did you lack? how could he betray you like this? but with his expresionless face, coldly replying that you shouldn't make a scene since you were gonna die anyway. and that last sanity broke loose. you were truly an idiot who could only look through rose tinted glasses. it had already been over, you thought as you slit your lovely throat and swore to never love him again...

so imagine the shock and utter disbelief when you woke up in your family home. and it wasn't any normal day. it was the day your fate was sealed. the day you wed to dion agriche. a part of you wanted to run and never look back. but your child's pleas and crying were still fresh in your memory. your pain and suffering all because of that wretched man. as your maids prepped you up in your luxurious wedding gown, you knew there was only one option you could choose.

you will exact your revenge on dion agriche and bring down that damn household.

( might make a part two?? depends since there's so many routes this can go to! )

#the way to protect the female lead's older brother #how to protect the heroine’s older brother #roxana #dion agriche #dion agriche x reader #manhwa x reader #— meena writes #( attempts to )

[mayzi33]

******SPOILERS, SO MANY SPOILERS AHEAD.*********

I have so much to say I'm afraid my brain might explode. So I'll try to keep calm despite still being at the verge of tears.

When I first started this book series, I thought it would be the usual light, cutesy fantasy about friendship and family. And oh boy, OH BOY WAS I WRONG.

On a side note, something I'd like to point out I noticed, from the first book to the third, the lighting on the cover progressively gets darker. Of course, representing the story itself as the plot gets darker as well. On the last book, it's still dark, but there's a light coming from Janner, Kalmar and Leeli, like they finally reached sunrise after a long, ruthless night. Something i'm pretty sure was said at some point on the books themselves, about no matter how long the night is the day will always come.

Anyways. Back to the topic at hand. As the story progressed, I keep growing more and more connected to these characters, and each chapter I rooted more and more for the Jewels Of Anniera.

I'd like to add that I'm an only child, yet, somehow, I can tell Janner is one of the best eldest sibling characters ever written. My whole life I've only watched siblings around me and their relationship with eachother, especially on the eldest's side, and somehow, Janner reminded me of every friend, family member or random stranger I saw on the streets someday that have siblings.

Janner is such a complex character. He is by no means perfect, but he does have a golden heart. One of the things I was most impressed by was how the author described Janner's feelings, whatever it was the longing for his father, or just feeling burdened by his siblings. And yet, no matter what Janner is feeling, the narrator never invalidates his feelings or antagonize him. Janner is a child, a child who went through a lot. He is allowed to miss a father he never had just as he is allowed to sometimes be annoyed for always having to make sacrifices for his siblings. But one of the things I admired the most about Janner (along with everyone else I'm pretty sure) was his character development. At the first book, he'd roll his eyes at the mere thought of having to look after his siblings and saw them as a burden. At the second book, he learned the hard way how much Kalmar and Leeli matter to him, and how it hurts to be away from them. On the third book, he took pride on his title as Throne Warden and role as the eldest sibling, being devoted to protecting the High King and Song Maiden. And at last, on the last book, he leaves pride aside. He doesn't take care of Kalmar and Leeli because it's his duty, because it's honorable, neither because that's what he has always been told to do. He does it because he loves them above all else, because he finally sees how strong the bond the three of them share truly is, because he feels the blessing the Maker has gifted them, and how much stronger they are when they're together.

Janner is a kind, brave, clever, beautiful boy.

And I will forever believe that they managed to get him the water from the First Well to heal him. I will nor accept any other ending.

Kalmar. At first, the typical goofy, troublemaking sibling, more like a comic relief. But again, OHOHOHO BOY... DID THAT CHANGE.

I definetely did not expect for them to take the turn they did with Kalmar. I could tell that he would have some character arc mainly towards maturing and taking responsability, but I DID NOT EXPECT IT TO BE LIKE THAT. Seeing that bright, easy-going, smiley little boy loosing his usual joyful personality when he was fanged, slowly loosing his sanity and growing on his self loathing was really something painful yet beautiful to watch. Like Janner, he also had to learn his lesson on the hardest way possible. An extrovert kid like him, having everyone turning their backs on him and looking at him with hatred, and yet, he learned to keep his head high, like a High King. (the phrase "keep your head held high or else your crown will fall" is literally perfect for him.) And most of all, seeing him risk his life to aid a strange cloven, (that turned out to be his father) grant the Hollowsfolk his forgiveness despite everything they did to him, show mercy and compassion to the Fangs despite everything they did, all of these things make Kalmar an inspiring ruler, and leaves me assured that he will be a great king after all.

Now, Leeli, sweet, pure-hearted Leeli. I will be honest, at first I was afraid that they would make her the typical "overly nice and overly fragile female character", but again, BOY WAS I WRONG. (I don't know how many times I will repeat that, I apologize.) At some points in the books, she didn't have as much spotlight as her brother and I felt like she was kind of being thrown aside. But there's always a turn the books take that make her lack of spotlight at first worth it. So young, the youngest of the Jewels Of Anniera, yet she has seen and done so much. Has a bad leg, needed to use a crutch since she was little, yet that literally never stopped her. She strives to keep up with her brothers, and despite his kind personality she shows she can be festy and even scary when she wants to. (I will never forget that moment in the second book where she was yelling at the trolls and fangs and they were actually eager to obey her lol). She hates it when people assume she's weak and often refuses help, proving she's perfectly capable. But at times, she does need help, which shows us all it's okay to have someone to rely on. She was the link between Janner and Kalmar, no matter how much they argued nor how mad they were at eachother, she was always there for both of them and connecting them back together. She may not be able to fight like her brothers, but she found her own strenght. Her music, something that has always brought joy and hope to others turns out to be an ACTUAL weapon. She kicked a Green Fang to defend her puppy, she was the first one to see the pain and kindess through Peet, Nugget sacrificed himself for her showing how her strong her love for others really is, she stopped A FREAKING DRAGON from killing her grandpa, she led an army of dogs, she defeated countless fangs with nothing but her song. One of the best child female chracters I've seen in a while. She is feminine, has her weak points, but she finds her strenght, not in swords, punches or bows but on a whistleharp. I love her so much I can't describe it.

I love all of these kids so much. I am *proud* of them. I know it's a weird thing to say about fictional characters, but these books just make me feel this way. I can't name a single character I didn't connect or feel empathy with.

Nia, such a strong, independent woman, raising her children having lost her husband and kingdom, yet keep her head held high like the queen she is.

Podo, a man who has sinned, takes shame on them, yet shows that sinners can still be good people. Loves his family above all else, protected and took care of them until his last breath, might have been a little rough around the edges, but always showed a soft spot for his daughter and grandkids.

Artham, a broken man, haunted by the shame of loosing his brother, slowly, but surely, healing. Learning to move on by protecting his nephews and niece, making what was once a weakness a strenght.

Oskar, an old man that was always sitting on the library, letting go of his peaceful life and risking his life to accompany the Wingfeathers through thick and thin.

Sara, who was taken from her family, abused and had all her hope crushed, finding her courage back after meeting Janner and taking after him, being a sisterly figure, leader and queen ti billions of orphan children, and helping them find their strenght and fight for their freedom.

Maraly, a rude strander girl who was raised horribly her whole life by her abusive father, finally finding true love and a true father figure.

Everything about this story has touched me. A broken world taken by an evil monarch who turned to be just another broken soul, filled with hopeless people, people who had surrended to the darkness... Saved by three children, who brought light everywhere they went. A boy with scars, a boy inside a wolf, and a girl with a crutch. Kids who one day were mere peasants, the other were the Jewels Of Anniera, and a year later, heroes of Aerwiar.

I've smiled, I've laughed, I've been shocked, I've been scared, I've been mad, I've cried. I have red lots, and I mean LOTS of books. Different stories, different worlds, different characters. Yet none of them has touched me half as much as The Wingfeather Saga.

It has war, tears, bloodshed, betrayals, sacrifices and sorrow. But it also has love, joy, hope, laughter, wonder and light.

This story definetely deserves way more fans and recognition. I hope that with the new animated series (which I'll definetely watch later) it begins to gain more love.

Anyways. I really love this in case y'all couldn't tell already. Have a good day/afternoon/evening.

#the wingfeather saga #janner wingfeather #kalmar wingfeather #leeli wingfeather #the warden and the wolf king #podo helmer #nia wingfeather #book rant #andrew peterson #christianity #underrated books #fantasy books

[noroi1000]

Hi girl, I read your yandere stories and I’ve noticed that there is only one where Y/n is the yandere, well that I’m aware of. I had this idea of what if Y/n is the yandere in this story. It is a Geto x y/n x Gojo btw. I’m this story Geto and Gojo are dead, because Geto was executed and let’s say that Gojo died from a mission or something. Y/n couldn’t get over their deaths and slowly looses her sanity. And what if Geto and Gojo from the past when they were in high school teleport to the future by accident. I have no idea in how they meet so It can be however you want. Basically she takes them to her house and she lied to them that she’ll help them get back as long as they stay with her for the time being. She basically manipulates them into staying with her by saying that they died in the future and how lost, lonely and depressed she feels and not letting them leave the house. And as time went by they also loose their sanity because their stuck with her because they feel guilty and she makes them think that is safer for them to stay with her and that they need her in order to live. Only y/n knows about the past Gojo and Geto and keeps it a secret from everybody. She uses a veil around her house to his their curse energy so that other sorcerers wouldn’t notice. Basically they take care of the house while she works. I hope you like this idea and do it once you start doing requests again.

See you again

Gojo and Geto x yandere reader Warnings: manipulation, death

Summary: You loved them... They were your Satoru and Suguru... But they died leaving you alone... Your technique has never been precisely defined. Until it all ended. You have received life with them again. You didn't want to lose them. You lived with them. With someone you brought from the past to you. But they can't stay with you forever, right? There must be some way...

You just came back from the funeral.

There were circles under your eyes. Your face is pale.

Your hair is not combed properly.

You gave up any makeup because you knew you would cry.

Your eyes were red and burning.

They hurt as much as your heart.

It hurt terribly.

Carelessly dropping your shoes and coat on the floor, you didn't even bother to correct you or put your shoes and coat back in their place.

You left it as it was meant to be. On the floor.

You knelt down near your bed, lighting two candles on the altar you had in your room.

At least that's what you could do for memory.

You took the picture frame in your hands, hugging it. And he pulled out a piece of paper with the figure of your beloved Suguru on it.

He pulled another photo out of the drawer. And I put it in the frame, putting it on the shelf behind the candles. Photo of Suguru and Satoru standing with you.

Suguru died last year... And you couldn't even see his face before he died.

Satoru just told you about it.

And to this day, only his picture has stood there.

Now, there's a picture of both of them there.

Because two days ago, you found out that Satoru didn't return from his mission.

That he died.

Yesterday you cried when his body lay in Shoko's morgue.

You didn't want to leave him.

Yaga carried you out of there by force. Because it was necessary to prepare his body.

By giving you harsh sedatives, he calmed you down even more.

You couldn't sleep for several nights. Knowing that your other friend you loved died. He has gone already.

You went to his funeral being an absolute wreck.

Pale and tired.

Even after everyone had gone, you knelt before the tombstone with his name on it, weeping into oblivion.

Until Nanami came for you and brought you home.

You were there now.

Looking at the picture of the three of you on the altar.

Suguru, Satoru and you.

they died. Their bodies were cold. Their hearts did not beat.

You're on the shrine too because that (y/n) who was alive when they were died too...

    More than once, everyone you know has told you that you need to see a psychologist.

Stuffing yourself with sedative pills couldn't help you much.

Everyone's been telling you that.

They told you to go to a psychologist to forget about it and start a new life. Not to think that they don't exist.

You need to calm down and live as you were meant to live.

forgetting about it.

You had to come to terms with their deaths.

But honestly, you couldn't...

You lied to them about going to a psychologist. And you were actually coming home.

And you've never been to any doctor.

You even stopped contacting all of them.

You spent your days being at home.

You took tranquilizers every day.

You felt worse every day.

Every day it got worse with your mental health.

You missed them.

So....

You were talking to yourself as if you were talking to them. Hoping they listen to you up in heaven...

You prayed to them as you knelt on the ground in front of Satoru's tombstone.

You only begged for one thing...

For them to come back to you...

Your prayers have been heard.

One day, when you were sitting on the ground, staring blankly at the inscription in the stone, you saw white hair in the distance.

You were sure it was some old man visiting dead relatives.

However, this person was too tall for the old man. Too young.

And next to this person you saw another young person. Dark hair. Bun...

You stood up automatically, your legs leading you straight to them.

When they heard the rustling of leaves, they looked in your direction.

To see your dirty pants from kneeling and sitting on the damp ground. Your jacket was loose and your hood fell off your head as you looked at them.

Your eyes that had been shedding tears before started crying again. Even stronger than before.

You fell to your knees looking at them lifeless.

But at the same time, your eyes shone. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest.

"Hey, what's going on?" The white-haired man asked as they approached.

They didn't know what they were doing here.

All they know is that they were suddenly thrown to the ground here.

Your Jujutsu technique has never been revealed.

But you doubted that you were capable of bringing people back to life...

They looked the same as when they were at school.

And they were also wearing uniforms.

What if your technique gives you what you want?

That it takes what you want to a given place and time?

For some reason, when you needed something badly, it would suddenly appear next to you.

While studying at Jujutsu High, you were told many times that Tengen talked about opening a strange hole in his barrier.

Nobody knew what your technique was.

And you knew you could open something like portals.

Interspace portals.

And now it turns out you can also open time portals...

"Something's wrong?" The dark-haired man asked, crouching in front of you.

You got them back, didn't you...?

You pounced on him, cuddling into his chest.

"H-Hey..." he muttered in surprise.

It wasn't normal for a woman to suddenly hug him.

Also, it wasn't normal that they suddenly appeared here. They were just at school!

You clenched your fingers on his clothes, crying harder.

And he gently pushed you away.

"Who are you?" He asked surprised by your behavior.

It's obvious they won't recognize you...

You are 10 years older... You are not a teenager...

They might think of you as just some crazy old woman now.

You were 27 years old. They could have been about 17 now...

Hearing his voice, you started to cry even more, burying your face in your hands.

Z you must have looked so pathetic...

Kneel in the dry autumn leaves, have wet pants from the dampness of the earth.

"What is it about?" The white-haired man looked at his friend.

"I don't know..." he replied.

"Miss, what happened?" Asked the white-haired.

They were ordered to save people from curses. And you looked like you had dozens of them in your life.

Pale skin, dark circles under the eyes.

They met at the cemetery. So you must have suffered somehow. You were the perfect victim for curses.

But you didn't have one...

They didn't know how it was possible. But it was.

"...Suguru...Satoru..." you moaned into your hands.

They both widened their eyes upon hearing that.

And you suddenly got up and ran away from them.

It couldn't be them...

After all, Satoru's grave was still there!

"Oi!" They shouted at the same time.

They started running after you.

There was something wrong with you.

But your voice was strangely familiar...

They searched for you among the tall tombstones until they found you sitting on the ground with your legs on either side of your body.

You wiped your tears from your face.

They approached you slowly.

There must have been a reason why you ran away.

What they thought was that they reminded you of someone. Someone dead.

And it was true.

"Ma'am... Are you okay?" the dark haired one asked.

But as He looked at the inscription on the grave, his eyes widened.

„Gojo”

"What's wrong, Suguru?"

"Satoru..." He grunted and pointed to the tombstone.

A new grave around which there were flowers.

"...Huh...?"

The white-haired froze upon seeing this inscription.

There weren't many people with that last name...

The statue was brand new.

And at the bottom was a photo in a metal frame.

It was definitely a new tombstone.

Gojo, shaking off the shock, reached for the frame.

Geto crouched next to you and put his hand on your shoulder.

"It's me?" Gojo pointed his finger at the white-haired man in the blindfold in the photo.

You looked and nodded your head.

"Who are these?"

He looked at the people around him. Pink-haired, dark-haired, red-haired girl, the other with black and green hair, a short boy with a mask on his face. And also a panda.

All in Jujutsu school uniforms.

You cried at the grave. He must have been more to you.

"I died here?" he grunted as he looked at the picture.

There's a reason it stood on the grave with his name on it.

On the frame was written "Happy Birthday, Gojo-sensei".

"I was their teacher?"

He kept looking.

He saw Yaga in the account and Nanami next to it. I guess it was him. Stoic face and blond hair... A woman and a man with glasses stood on the other side. Shoko and someone else...

And right next to him in the picture was a woman with (h/c) hair. He kept his hand on her waist as they both smiled for the photo.

"(y/n)...?"

Suguru looked at him in shock.

He put the photo down and looked at you.

"(y/n)? Is that you?"

You didn't answer him, but you looked at him, still wiping away your tears.

He looked at your eyes. No shine.

It was you... It was definitely you...

"(y/n)?" Suguru echoed, also looking at the photo.

Without a moment's hesitation, the boy in the glasses reached for you, hugging you to his chest.

Holding you tight.

You mourned that he died here...

Why are they even here?

is this a dream?

If so, it's not a nice dream.

You crying at the grave with his name on it? It all seemed too accurate for an ordinary dream...

Also, those people in the photo...

All of them...

And you...

"Suguru... This is (y/n)... She... I don't live here..." He looked at his friend with a frown.

You didn't want to let them go. You kept hugging them. You kept holding them.

And they managed to get you to get up and go with them.

You took them to your house.

You decided to speak only after you entered the room.

Even though it was warmer there, the atmosphere was so cold...

You slovenly tossed off your jacket and shoes.

You went lifeless to one place.

To your shrine with their picture.

They looked around your house before following you.

It didn't look like your home.

You would never feel so empty. However, everything pointed to this being your home.

They both saw boxes of pills on the shelf. It was a disturbing sight...

Then they followed you and saw you kneeling on the floor looking at the picture.

"You both left me..." you said calmly. "You both died leaving me alone..."

"Both?" Satoru asked.

"You died a few days ago... Suguru last year..." you muttered.

"And my grave?" Suguru asked.

"There's no... nowhere." You said in a broken voice. "From 2007 to last year - 2017, you lived as a curse user..."

"Curse user?" repeated.

"What did he do?" Gojo asked and gave his friend an intimidating look.

"May I know how old are you...?"

"17."

"Suguru... When you were 18, you killed 112 people in the village on a mission..." you said calmly. But your breath wasn't like that.

"Me?"

You nodded.

Gojo looked at Geto as if he wanted to strangle him.

"Say... If you had to choose now, would you choose this way?" you asked.

"No... Why?"

"You hated people who weren't sorcerers..."

"How did he die?" Satoru asked.

"He was fighting one of your students. I know Suguru didn't want to kill him... And you knew it too. So he lost."

"He killed him?"

"...You did it..."

He widened his eyes upon hearing this...

"I wasn't there to stop Suguru from becoming a curse user... I wasn't there to stop you from finishing him... But according to the rules he was supposed to die... I'm sorry Suguru... I failed you..."

"It's not your fault..."

"But it's your fault I'm like this! Lonely and depressed! You don't know what life is like! I hate this! I don't want to live without you!” You screamed. You didn't care if the neighbors heard.

"I died on a mission?"

"Yeah...I don't know how...I wasn't there..." You groaned crying.

"If we died here, you must live on..." Geto said, sitting down next to you.

"It's all your fault... I don't want to live without you..."

"(y/n)–."

"Don't leave me again!"

They both suddenly hugged.

"What do you say when we get home we'll try to make sure that doesn't happen? So you're not alone now..."

"But I want you now! If you leave, it will be the same as before! I will wait years for this to change! I don't want to be alone all the time!"

"But somehow we have to get back..."

"I don't want to lose you again!"

"We can't be here..."

"But something can happen to you! I don't want to experience this again! Not now that I've met you!"

You started crying again.

They looked at your house again.

Just as empty as your eyes when they met you in the graveyard...

The most adorned place is the altar where you are now.

Suddenly you got an idea...

You don't want them to go away...

But they don't know how they can come back...

So they'll be here as long as they can't find their way back home...

They can be here with you all this time...

And maybe they'll never know it's something related to your Jujutsu technique...

You don't even know what it's about...

You can "protect" them as long as they're here. After all, they don't know where they are.

Anything can be dangerous for them.

"What if I help you find your way home?" You asked quietly.

They looked at each other.

"But I have one condition..."

                        "You stay here. You don't leave this house... I will protect you from whatever may happen... You can easily get lost... I will look for a solution... But stay with me as long as possible..."

"Suguru, do you think it's okay that we're still here?"

"What do you mean?"

"We've been here for half a year... Is there really no way back?" he asked, watching the soup his friend had cooked bubbling in the pot.

"She promised to help us get back. I believe she is trying. But we can't forget that she also has her job and her life." He told him, adjusting the apron around his waist.

"Sometimes I forget where we were supposed to go back... It's as if my memory is malfunctioning..." said the white-haired man, handing him the plates.

"I have that too... But I wonder, is everything okay. She is happy. The first time we saw her, she wasn't smiling at all. And now she..."

"She is happy. I know. I'm glad that happened. But six months in a future where we're both dead is something else entirely..."

"Do you think we should ask her about the results?" He asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"I think so... But she needs us, doesn't she?" He put his hand over his mouth.

"She's so lonely without us... She's worried... Can we really leave her here like this?"

You protect them, you make money and you live with them.

A small curtain is placed around the house. So that sorcerers do not smell them in your house.

It was something you did to take care of them.

But their psyche has deteriorated...

They felt bad that you suffered for so many years because of them.

They felt guilty for your tears.

But you kept them locked up in the house.

They didn't go out. You forbade them.

They simply did not see this world outside this apartment.

You were going to work. You visited the grave of an adult Satoru who died six months ago.

But you didn't cry. Your humor was good.

Because they were with you, you were happy.

But they sense

You manipulated them somehow...

But it was fine as long as you were happy...

You entered the house. Running straight to them. Hugging them hello.

They greeted you with a smile.

As always.

The atmosphere was so good. You ate the food Suguru cooked.

You were watching TV.

To go to bed later.

Satoru lay behind you, holding your waist as he hugged you. You cuddled up to Suguru, running your fingers over his jaw as he smiled slightly at you.

Those were your dream days.

Dream nights.

That was one night you remember.

"The first time we hugged like this was the day before your rescue mission with Riko-chan... Do you remember?" You said calmly.

"Who?" Satoru moaned, laying his head over yours. He squeezed you tighter in his arms.

"Amanai Riko." you repeated. "You secured her. Star plasma vessel."

"I don't know who you're talking about..." He muttered closing his eyes.

He wanted to sleep.

"Star plasma vessel? What are you talking about, (y/n)?" Suguru asked.

"Don't you remember that? You backed this girl up to Master Tengen."

"I don't recall it. Did something like that happen?"

You suddenly pulled away from them, sitting on the bed.

"You really don't remember that?" you asked looking at them seriously.

They looked at each other and then at you. They nodded their heads side to side.

"Wait... You should remember that... It happened before you came here. Or rather during this."

"We don't know what you're talking about."

"You should remember that! I understand that you don't know what happened next because you are young, but you should at least remember Riko's name!"

"We really don't know who it is..." Satoru said as he lay down on his back.

They lose their memory...

The more time passes, the less they remember...

They should remember Riko. After all, they told you that they moved here the day they found out about this mission...

They don't remember her...

They don't remember that they helped Mei Mei and Utahime...

They don't remember what happened on Suguru's 17th birthday in February. Even though it was unforgettable...

They don't remember anymore...

They lose their memories here every day.

And what if they finally forget everything they remembered while there?

Then what?

Nothing is going to happen...

The sorcerer slayer will live...

Tengen will not receive a Star plasma vessel...

Little Megumi will not be raised by Satoru...

There will be no demon parade on December 24...

No one can stop Yuji's execution...

But neither will they.

If they forget everything... They will disappear...

How many days are left until their birth...

17 years. However, they will disappear later.

It will be as if they don't exist at all...

Everything that happened to them will not happen...

Because they won't exist...

Which also shows that you won't remember them either...

Because at some point they disappeared while you were at school.

All you can remember is that you had two friends, but they mysteriously disappeared and never came back.

Everything you remember with them... Will evaporate...

"God... What have I done..." you groaned as your eyes filled with tears.

By you. Because you keep them here, they will die here. And no one who remembers them now will know about them.

It will be as if they don't exist for most people.

You will barely remember them. Same with Shoko and Nanami and Yaga...

"What happened?" Suguru asked.

You started to cry feeling terrible.

You're starting to forget now, aren't you?

"You need to go home..." you groaned. "I don't want to, but you have to."

"But we have to find our way home first."

"It was my technique that brought you here!" You moaned loudly.

Their eyes widened.

your technique?

After all, you didn't have a specific technique in school.

Have you had...?

they don't remember...

"I don't know how, but it happened...! I wanted you to come back to me, and suddenly you appeared then, in the cemetery!"

"You moved us here?" Suguru asked.

"I didn't know! I still don't know how! But you can't stay here!"

"Why? You'll be lonely without us." Satoru said, sitting up with his legs apart.

"You will die here if you stay! Disappearing as if you didn't exist!"

"But we can't leave you." Suguru spoke up.

You messed up their brains so all they can think of is that they made you suffer...

You still have time with them...

You can be with them for a few more years...

But they will forget you after a few years... After all, you met them for the first time in the first year of Jujutsu High.

And if two years pass, they'll forget how they met you...

You didn't want to see them die. You don't want them to die a second time...

Not that way.

They will die because of you!

Because you wanted to keep them for you.

But you didn't want them to die again...

"You can move us back, right?"

"Toru?"

"You can do it, right?"

"I don't know..."

"Try..." Suguru told you.

"Don't leave me again!" you shouted.

"And you will keep us here until we die?"

You widened your eyes at his words. So cruelly true...

"Will you keep us here until we die, or will you let us come back to make sure nothing happens?"

You looked at Satoru.

You don't want them to leave you...

When they come back nothing will ever be fixed...

"We promise you that we won't let you be alone like you have to now. But let us out of here."

"I'll never see you again if I do this..."

"But we will fix it. It will be the way you always wanted. That we'll be with you."

"You can't fix this!"

"If you can open a passage for us, we will also be able to keep our promise."

You suddenly stood in front of the bed. You always trusted them.

Did you at least try to make it...

You put your hands on the floor and thought about how much you want to see your school days...

You felt your energy evaporate for a moment.

And to your right there was a passage showing the sidewalk at your school.

"You made it..." Satoru said, surprised and amazed.

But when he saw your tearful face, he didn't smile.

You wanted to break the technique, but their hands stopped you.

"If you don't want us dead, let us go..."

"If you don't want to be alone, let us fix it."

Those two sentences made you stop.

And the transition continued to drain the energy out of you.

"Will you do something for me?" you asked.

"What?"

"Look for a solution. Fix what happened so you don't die..."

"And kill me now if you won't remember being here anyway."

"you're crazy..."

"Never!"

they said.

"If you don't, I will close the passage..." you said, giving them an ultimatum.

They stopped in front of the window in space, and looked at you again.

Either they go home and kill you, or they stay with you.

When they die, you will probably kill yourself too...

They didn't want it...

Suddenly they saw their hands appear in front of you. They both knelt on one knee in front of you.

"Maybe you want to start all over again?" Suguru asked.

"Come back with us. And do it all again. To make sure we stay together." Satoru added.

You didn't know what to do.

Start all over again?

How?

You don't know what to do with your life...

So...

"We'll be together."

These words convinced you...

All you ever wanted was their love...

You were standing with them in front of the passage.

And you didn't even turn to look at your house.

They went through a circle in the wall.

Their school uniforms appeared again on their bodies.

As they pulled your hands with a smile, you took unsteady steps.

Until finally they pulled you into their arms so you wouldn't hesitate.

Your uniform appeared on your body...

You felt different. What happened disappears from your mind quickly.

The passage behind you made a very loud sound of breaking glass as it shattered, disappearing.

"How are you feeling?" Satoru asked you, placing his hand on your cheek.

You clenched your hands on Suguru's sleeves.

"Satoru... Suguru... What just happened? After all, I was with Shoko in her room a moment ago... Why am I here with you now?"

They looked at you questioningly.

"What do you think happened now?" Suguru asked you.

"I was with Shoko. Literally a moment ago. We talked about you going on an important mission to escort the Star plasma vessel. And suddenly I heard broken glass and I appeared here in front of you. What happened?"

When they understood, they smiled.

They remembered.

You didn't remember...

"Nothing happened. We were just about to ask you if you wanted to come to town with us today. On a date."

"I want so much!"

Cursed technique: Transition User: (y/n) (l/n) A Jujutsu technique of opening passages between timelines and reality. It opens passages between the past, the future and reality. It gives the user what the user wants. Causing it to run out of control sometimes. The technique only allows moving objects and people, not including the user. When the user of the technique arrives through a passageway leading to another time, reality becomes distorted. The timeline the user exits cracks and disappears, bringing everything back to where the user enters. Wiping the user's memory of what happened in the timeline during which the user moved into the past or future. The memory of people passing through this passage with the user remains unchanged.

People experiencing the side effects of transitions: (y/n) (l/n) whose memory was erased after going to the past.

Witnesses of the transition technique in action: Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, whose memory after the passage remained, because they passed through the main passage with the user.

As the only ones whose memories remain, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru take over as the user's guardians - (y/n) (l/n).

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #jujustu kaisen #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #geto suguru #gojo #geto suguru x reader #geto angst #geto x you #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x y/n #suguru geto #gojo x reader x geto #yandere reader

[nogenderbee]

Hey there! I've been reading your fics/works and let me tell you- They're amazing! I love your writing! I rlly like you and yoru writing style ^-^

And uhh

It says requests are open, so here I am hehe (became Micheal Jackson for a moment-)

It says that we can request a "-dere" type, so uhh

Can I request yandere Mizuki, Akito and Tsukasa angst?

If not/too much characters then maybe yandere Mizuki alphabet?^^;

Bye, have a nice day/night! Take your time hehe<3 though if you reject this request it's fine ^^

Don't forget to drink water and rest ♡

Hello! Thank you so much and I'm sorry you had to wait for so long... but hopefully you'll enjoy this! Unfortunately I don't have Yandere alphabet yet... (but I do plan on making it) So I did angst for all 3 of them! Enjoy sweetie <3

Back again to rambling in requests... wowie...

Yandere!Akito, Tsukasa, Mizuki are suspicious...

TagList: @bleachtheidiot @vodka-glrl @yulikesminori @kuzui5201314 @miya-akane @alicewinterway18 @prsk-krow @modyuki @no1mizukifan

Akito was extremely alerted on any contact you had with others in general. That's why it didn't took him look to star eyeing your new friend. He usually does it secretly and whenever you looked at him to see wht your friend was so scared about, you saw your boyfriend looking away or looking through his phone like he's bored.

But when you're finally done talking to your friend, he'll definitely approach that topic sooner or later. Maybe it'll be on your way if it happened before or if he just has bad day, or he'll be willing to wait for more hoping that it was just this once and won't happen ever again.

"Ey, what were you thinking when you were talking to them? They clearly can't bring anything nice into your life."

"They are actually pretty funny and-"

"I said, they can't bring anything nice into your life. But I can so you should focus on me and no one else, got it?"

"Well I need to have other friends as well! I get it that we're together and you're the jealous type but I can have my freedom!"

"Stop being so stubborn. I already told you to not even try! And if you do then I'll make sure you regret it. Do I make myself clear?"

He was extremely seriosu right now and you could tell by his face and voice, so you decided to give in. For now at least... you can't just abandon your friends like that after all!

But whenever you talked with your friends, they were usually avoiding you or telling you that they don't care about you and your friendship anymore, or if someone did spent time with you then you couldn't manage to contact them on the next day and longer... you knew very well who was doing all of this and it was just crazy for you! But even if you tried, you can't be against his will.

"I told you, don't look at anyone other then me or you will regret it. It's called punishments, don't misunderstand it as threats... unless it'll make you more obedient. Then look at it hovewer you want."

You can't say Tsukasa was extremely jealous or possesive, he was just a bit... clingy somtimes... sometimes too clingy even but besides keeping you in bed because he's not ready to let go yet, he never did anything against your will.

But recently you've been avoiding him and you knew it well... but you were motivated on keeping it as you were setting up a surprise gift for him and needed help of your other friends for that. It ended in you pulling away to text back and make sure your boyfriend won't see or even leaving early! He tried to be understanding but he slowly loosed his sanity while thinking that someone could've stolen you from him, so he finally decided to discuss it with you.

Today you needed to go early once again with same excuse but he wasn't about to let you go this time. This time, he made it his mission to hold you close and not let go. No matter what.

"It's important, Kasa!"

"Nothing's more important than the great future star! So just stay like that for longer!"

"You said same thing 2 hours ago... how long am I supposed to sit here with you?! Look, it'll only take 10 minutes if not less!"

"We can cuddle through these 10 minutes. So you'll stay here forever for ignoring me!"

You really wanted to go there as you wanted to give him something nice and it was your chance to get it but then again... you did ignored him for past few days and it's only natural for him to want some more attentio. So surely you can sacrifice some time to give him cuddles, right?

Mizuki had you on their eye for a really long time now and they noticed that you didn't wanted to spend as much time with them as you used to... did you got bored of them? Should they make their personality a bit more entertaining for you? They're willing to do so! But for now... they have to know the reason behind your weird behavior.

You were now hanging out in Mizuki's room, they were montaging videos for their group and you were on your phone. They noticed that you were smiling and texting someone, and it was easy to say that they couldn't take this anymore. First you don't spend time with them and now you text with someone when you can talk to them instead?!!

"Hey there! Earth to YN! Are you even paying attention to me?!"

"Ah, sorry I was kinda doing something else now..."

"Yeah, I can see that. There's definitely something more important huh? Almost like it's someone you truly love..."

"What are you talking about?! I was just-"

"Don't try to persuade me with your lies!"

They took a deep breath so they can calm down after raising their voice. They really didn't meant to do that but thought of loosing you is just too much for them.

"Sorry... I didn't meant to yell... how about we cuddle? No electronics at all!"

You didn't even had time to respond and they throwed your phone across the room not looking where. You were lucky that it landed on their chair... you were about to say something but you noticed the grip they had around your waist and also remembered how they raised their voice at you. So maybe it'll be better if you stay silent for now...

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#project sekai #colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #x reader #project sekai x reader #colorful stage x reader #project sekai colorful stage x reader #akito shinonome #tsukasa tenma #mizuki akiyama #akito shinonome x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #mizuki akiyama x reader #project sekai akito shinonome #project sekai tsukasa tenma #project sekai mizuki akiyama #project sekai akito x reader #project sekai tsukasa x reader #project sekai mizuki x reader #angst #yandere au #yandere #oneshot #project sekai fluff #project sekai oneshot

[signedkoko]

Hii! Could I get a romantic Hazbin Hotel matchup?

I'm bi with male preference, an ISTP and a Leo

Appearance: 4'11 with waist-long black hair and blue eyes + glasses. i've been told that i look rather cold and unapproachable (and tired cuz of those damn huge dark circles under eyes i have). 99% of times dressed whole in black with slight addition of red or blue + lots of chains as an accessory

About me: Absolutely exhausted comp sci student living off energy drinks and garlic baguettes trying to survive and not lose sanity. Rather aloof, rational and private loner with a sharp tongue. Also unbelievably stubborn and trying to play off as extremely independent when i'm a huge walking mess. Honestly all I need is peace. Peace, headphones and good 12+ hours of sleep. Since I get overwhelmed extremely easily I often have days/weeks when I'm moving much slower and talk more slowly and quietly or don't talk at all. I often hear that I give off "uneasy" vibes (but I am autistic so yeah, checks out). I don't talk much nor engage myself socialy but i will drop a few words or a little pun/joke into a conversation if needed. ppl tend to come to me for advice or just to confess and get a non judgemental opinion/adcise. I'm usually just going around minding my own business, not a huge fan of drama or gossip. I can't read social cues for my dear life so I never know if ppl like me as a friend or want sth more but if I start liking someone I'm suddenly loosing all my cool and get terribly awkward around them and overthink every interaction (while praying they didn't see the change in my behavior). I'm a gif giving & acts of service type of girl since I'm not the best with expressing emotions with words. But I do enjoy teasing and flirting with my friends (but i shut up the second someone actually flirts back cuz i get too flustered) I'm that friend you call at 3AM because u did sth stupid and now u need help (and i will get there, after spending 30min screaming at u for how dumb u are and telling u that there's no way i'm getting out of my house rn)

And a little fun fact about me: i always have a lighter on me. No, i don't smoke but there's always someone who needs a lighter and that's a great way to meet some rly cool ppl

Hobbies: collecting vinyls, astronomy, stargazing, reading, playlisty violin, gemology, long walks, cloudy and rainy weather

Dislikes: eye contact, loud noises, hot temperatures, bright lights, childish & reckless ppl, coffee and alcohol (never grew to like it, don't think i ever will)

Thank you so much in advance! Hope you're doing well and have a great day♡

You got…Husk!

He doesn't know shit about technology, let alone computers, so he may not get your career or your specialties, but he shrugs it off. If anything, it's better that you know because it means he won't have to, and less is always better when it comes to this demon. 

Both of you are very standoffish, and while it took a long time for the two of you to really meet and get along, your 'alone' becomes 'alone together' real quick. 

He's a very sleepy guy, and while he wishes he could sleep all day, he'll settle for half if it means he gets time with you awake and in rest. Husk doesn't have a preference for weather, but he finds that when it rains, you'll stick with him a little longer, so he learns to love it. 

Your jokes and puns are always strangely timed, and they usually catch him off guard. You have a bit of a game going where you try your best jokes when he's busy just to see if he'll laugh. So far, he's winning, but he never wants you to stop trying. It makes his work a lot less boring (or annoying when it comes to the others). 

With his many years as a bartender, he's met all kinds of people. His ability to understand others is almost uncanny, so there's no need for you to express yourself to him in words; he already knows. It just takes one glance for him to get the message. 

Carrying a lighter around when you don't smoke is a bit strange to him, but eventually he starts giving you any of the lighters left behind by barpartons. From bic to intricate zippo lighters. 

Expect a lot of nights helping him close the bar, tasting the mocktails he makes for you, and long evenings spent cuddled up together.

Author’s Note - I hope you enjoy Husk, I really think he'd suit you! Your runner up was Stolas, but you mentioned hazbin so I left that out. Thank you for requesting!

#koko writez #helluva boss matchups #hazbin hotel matchups

[froggo-tea]

OK OK IM THINKING- (Big ramble coming ahead, also there might be some grammar mistakes lol, you've been warned)

I’m analyzing PK’s relationship with Hornet cuz they aren’t talked about that much-

In my mind there are like two main ways on how Pk could’ve been towards Hornet:

Either he was a good father that cared or he was a piece of shit

If he was indeed a good father then he probably loved her a lot. Hornet was like a big priority for him and he cared for her, he worried for her safety, because of that Hornet probably saw him as like the hero of the story. She exaggerated her thoughts on how good PK actually was and justified every decision he took because “he’s the good guy he wouldn’t hurt anyone” and cuz “everything he does is for her sake and the sake of the kingdom”, this big love she had for him made him seem like the greatest guy she has ever met and she was putting him in a pedestal. It wasn’t until she met PV that some doubt on her innocent like 4 year old mind started to crawl inside (personally I think PK created the dreamers before the hollow knight was elected, so hornet was born before PV). 

PV looked just like her, a little kid who didn’t know anything, but that wasn’t true, PV was a vessel to be used against the infection, someone who was doomed ever since they were born, that is why Hornet probably started to doubt her father yet she chose to ignore those thoughts assuring that her father was doing this for the best. So she treated PV as a sibling, she hated how everyone else referred to them as an object because for her they were more than that, Hornet loved her sibling and it hurt her a lot to loose them and her mother.

When PV was sealed, no body told her what was actually happening, her mother lied to protect her so she wouldn’t suffer. Of course she did suffer but a little bit of hope still lingered in her mind, hope that her mother and her sibling would come back and give her the biggest hug she has ever had. I like to think that the failure of the vessel plan took some years to happen, when hornet was a pre-teen maybe, so when she turned 11 her father told her everything as the infection started to rise again. Aghh I imagine Hornet’s heart shattering in pieces as she knew that every single person who she loved lied to her, she ran from the palace and hid in deepnest. That is were all her trust issues came in, Hornet adored her father yet she slowly started to realize that he wasn’t the man she thought he was, she thought he was kind and brave but when she went back to the white palace to see nothing, she understood. No, her father wasn’t the hero in the story, there are no heroes in real life, her father was just a king who did the most horrible things he could to protect a kingdom that was doomed from the start. He lied to her, he used her sibling in the most disgusting way possible, destroying them and making them play the role of an empty vessel without any thought, he killed millions of his own children, millions of her own siblings, he took her mother away from her for a plan that was never meant to work. Hr was a coward, specially since he went to hide in his palace in the dream realm, not falling by the side of his kingdom. That is when the cruel reality struck her, she was stupid and naive to trust in such man, to love him and justify his actions with lies.

Now I don’t want to make PK the bad guy here cuz I’m a little bit of a PK apologist so I will say that he did all of this cuz he ain’t got the best mental health and his sanity was long gone, but he did care for Hornet, he loved her and wanted what was best for her. When hornet ran away his heart also broke, Hornet was not the only one to loose every person she loved, Pk also lost the people he cared for her (his children, his wife, Lurie- cough*), so he hid cuz he was ashamed of himself. 

But if we do take a look on the other way I said, well he was more selfish and had a bigger ego- still without sanity tho lol-

Gonna analyze that on another day tho I’m tired of thinking

Also the songs "Rät" by Penelope Scott and "Would've, Could've, Should've" by Taylor Swift inspired this :)

#hornet and pk's relationship is pretty deep to me hrjgfpvk #hornet has trust issues #hornet also has daddy issues #welcome to “cookie loves to ramble and make fictional characters suffer” my new series lmao #Cookie loves to ramble and make fictional characters suffer #the hollow knight #hollow knight rambles #hk pale king #hk hornet #hk pure vessel #hk dreamers

[feral-goblin-24-7]

being immortal

being immortal must suck. Like imagine having to hide the fact that the reason you look late teens-early twenties but have terrible back issues is like, you’re cells just refuse to stop multiplying properly and your spine is still minutely adjusting after falling 10 stories out of a building in New York a couple decades back and you still have normal healing time on that, it just does heal, eventually. Imagine have to see the faces of friends who died over a hundred years ago in your dreams as your ptsd flairs up again. Imagine getting drunk with a history major and admitting you’re an immortal to him, and as he humors you, you go on about the war. He thinks you’re full of it until he realizes when you said “the war” you didn’t mean the Cold War, or either of the world wars, but both of them. Your memories run together a bit, since they took place only one identity apart. In fact you made a “Tom Kelly Jr.”, specifically because the fields in Europe thirsted for more blood, making you question if all the blood you’ve spilt over there over the last few thousand years really meant anything. War in this day and age is easier to hide the fact that you’ve fought in battle before, because people don’t swing swords, axes and spears like they have for the last couple of millennia. Imagine having to go back and get a new degree in a language you already know because of linguistic drift. Imagine the standards for medicine are completely different than they were last time you practiced because of a fringe theory of a crazed person 400 years ago proved true. Imagine technology just baffling you at first but you still look really young so you force yourself to learn it to blend in because you’ve seen what happens when they catch immortals. You really know how Des destinées got its information. You know why the Catholic Church started burning people at the stake, because you can only die when you are completely reduced to ash. Anything less and your cells refuse to die, they just keep dividing, you just keep coming back. You can only see the same faces on strangers so many times, have the weight of so many years weigh on your mind so much, before you snap and loose all sanity. But here’s something humans don’t know. Eventually, the mind will heal. All wounds heal, mental and emotional as well. You can count seven times you’ve lost it all and been reduced to nothing before slowly clawing out of that pit after a century or so. After all, people still fear the wendigo. Sometimes you wake up and forget what era you’re in, sometimes you disassociate so hard you briefly flash back to a different identity, one you haven’t had since you “died” at the vents with the other soldiers in the gap, screams in Greek on the tip of your tongue. How god has an uncanny valley as well and you, a human that cannot die, and him, the being that made humans in his own image and the two differences were immortality and divine power, now watches you like you’re something to creepily close to him. But you remember your life as Icarus, and you do not fly to close to the sun anymore. Not because the heat of the sun melts the wax, but because no matter how strong you are you cannot flap wings long enough and hard enough to fly, and when you have wrought out every once of strength you have and you hit the ocean, still you don’t die. You sit on the bottom of the ocean drowning for years as your body works hard to heal the shattered bones under the pressure of the water. After you walk out of the sea massive changes to the physical characteristics of Poseidon happen and the myth starts to look like you. To many people get suspicious and you have to wander north to the tribes that you wonder if they are still there. You have a strong immune system because you’ve lived for so long, yet your digestive system weakens due to poisoning so many times over the years that you don’t know if you’ll heal up all the way and have to deal with the mild nausea for the rest of your innumerable days…

#tumblarians #Immortal #fiction #poets on tumblr #fanfic

[seawing-vibes]

After the events that transpired revolving around the death of Queen Coral’s unborn daughter, and soon after the inevitable demise of Tortoise, many dragons spotted wild Aquatic near the palace. An argument had started between the Queen and her head of Defence, although no commoner is aware of what occurred, all they knew is that Commander Shark came out with a mark and that Princess Anemone seemed to avoid the subject of her Uncle for days to come.

Commander Shark had allowed Tortoise the squid she had eaten. Shark didn’t want to watch the young dragoness die as his late husband Abalone had years prior. And yet her dead body still lay at his claws, he should have learned, you cant prevent death. He was tired. Tired of keeping these unborn children alive, he had a daughter, the bloodline wouldn’t stop. He wondered if Blister had anything to do with his sisters obsession to keep these dragonets alive, she had plenty of sons. She doesn’t listen to him anymore.

Queen Coral had made an example out of Tortoise. Her brother had allowed the Dragoness on break, and allowed the murder to break her daughters neck. And yet Shark still defended himself, even went as far as to claim that she was in the wrong. The Queen had no one to trust anymore, her two closest fighters, Commander Tempest and Abalone, were dead. And her husband fallowed the trend of death. And now her own Brother is trying to use his title as Prince to speak to her as if the two had equal power. Queen Coral was in-charge, her words held weight. And she was tired of dragons ignoring that.

Anemone experienced everything quietly. She felt cold. 

Hi!! Can you tell I can’t shade digitally?? This was a beast to work on and I didn’t even get to do the complete the writing I wanted to do to accompany it :,) Hopefully the weird snippets of writing that are there work fine. I wanted to give some insight on what each of em were thinking during an argument that sparked after the events of Tortoises’ death. I wanna say I am just writing for how I perceive each dragons state of mind, I am not excusing Coral or Shark’s actions throughout the books, in fact I had written Corals perspective to try and sound sporadic and seemingly strange, but I wanted to clarify encase anyone though other wise! But either way thought I should just toss this paragraph here and also put in a flat version of the art here because I like that version better :>

#slowly looses sanity because this took way to long #Commander Shark #Queen Coral #seawing #art #writing #my writing #tw - #eye injury #blood #death mention #TideArt #Designin

[dontworrysunflower]

Ride, Cowgirl | h.s.

a/n: i think this is self explanatory. now will it be a ride the tiger fic or ride the dick…guess we’ll see ;) also i didn’t make this a cowboy!harry fic but maybe in the future? this is hitting different because i didn’t get to go to my concert :( which was upsetting but writing this made me feel better. i mention the houston show so for my sanity and sake of this fic pretend it happened

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cringey cowboy stuff, typos

word count: little over 3k

hope you enjoy!! reblogs are appreciated

masterlist

(picture not mine)

Harry was high with adrenaline when he ran out of stage after his last Texas show, in Houston. He took heavy breathes as he came to a stop under the crowd, the crew around him applauding him and congratulating him.

But all he cared about was you.

You smiled at him in adoration near the back of the crowd, tears fogging your sight. No matter how many times you watch him perform, you will always get emotional seeing him in his element.

You watch Harry hug his band and thank them profusely. You watch him giggle at Sarah and Mitch’s baby, lightly tickling the infant's tummy, making them babble a laugh. You watch him thank every single person in the room, all with a cowboy hat still on his head.

He has gathered his breath once he got to you, his hair still unruly and silk shirt barely buttoned, suspenders no longer around his shoulders, but hanging loosely on his sides.

“Hi, baby.” He breathed out before enveloping you in a hug. His hot breath heated your skin, goosebumps rising on your skin.

“Did so good.” You mumbled into his chest, his silk shirt soothing your flushed cheeks.

He kissed under your ear in a thank you before slightly leaning back to look at you, his arms still around you. “Wanna go m’lady?” He spoke in a broken southern accent, tipping the hat on his head towards you, a smirk tugging up his lips.

You lightly chew on your lower lip, desirable thought crossing your mind for a split second before nodding.

Harry’s hand quickly slides down your leg to catch your hand and pulls you out of the room, throwing the door open and running off, your legs barely reaching his pace behind him.

His driver, Ritchie, already has the car running when Harry opens the door to the outside of the arena, cowboy hat barely hanging onto his head.

He hurriedly pulls the car door for the back open, turning to you with a small smile. “After you.”

You scoff at his playfulness before jumping into the car, mumbling a hello to Ritchie.

The ride to the hotel was quiet, but almost too quiet. Usually Harry likes to talk about his favorite moments from the show or Ritchie blasts some Queen you all jam out on the way back.

Tonight was different.

Harry’s ward, large hand rested on your inner thigh, thumb lightly rubbing the plushy flesh of your thigh. You tried not to notice, because if you did it would be the end of you. You looked out from the tinted window, watching the illuminated building light up the dark midnight sky. You saw parties and bars full and trees flowing in the cool breeze of the night.

Harry squeezed your thigh, bringing your attention back to him. His eyes were a little droopy but his lustful smirk was still there. He slowly leaned closer to you, his lips grazing the curve of your ear. “Can’t wait to fuck you.” He whispered, but in the quiet ambience of the vehicle, his words were loud.

You nervously peered at Ritchie, praying he didn’t hear what Harry said. He seemed unfazed, so you turned back to Harry, slapping his chest. “Shush.” You scolded him.

He only chuckles and kisses your neck before resting his head on your shoulder, his shoulders relaxing in shallow breaths.

Not long after that, you arrive back at the hotel, the golden lights from the chandelier in the lobby shimmering through the glass windows. In a light voice you thank Ritchie then you pat Harry’s thigh, “C’mon baby, we’re here.” You mumble close to his ear.

He lifts his head off your shoulder then looks around with hooded eyes, taking in his surroundings. He looks cute when he’s tired, you thought. He adjusts the hat on his head and thanks Ritchie before opening the door and stepping out, his hand taking yours.

You politely smile at the clerk sitting behind the counter as you walk by. They give you a tired smile back.

The ride up the elevator to your room was silent, Harry’s head leaning back on the mirrored wall, his eyes closed, his pink lips separated as he took shallow breaths.

You slowly walk to your room door, one of your hands splayed on Harry’s back, the other searching through your bag for the room key.

Harry mumbled something incoherent beside you as you swiped the key and turned the knob, pushing the door back to let yourselves in. You let out a deep sigh as you walked through the door, feeling Harry move to close the door next to you.

In a split second you’re pulled towards the now closed door, your back hitting it with a thud. You gasp, your eyes looking up at the man who had lustful eyes, cowboy hat barely on his head. You were shocked at his sudden energetic movements, but you didn’t stop him as he trailed kisses from your ear down the length of your neck.

“What are you-I thought-”

“Never too tired to fuck you, love.” he mumbled against your collar bone before sucking on the skin, a moan leaving your lips as a reaction.

Your nails dig in his scalp, keeping him in place as his lips suck a tingling bruise on your neck. Your hands travel his body, the silk material of his shirt cool against your hot hands. His lips move backup to connect with yours, tongues fighting for dominance, lips swollen against each other. His hands slide to your waist to bunch up your shirt, his lips only disconnecting from yours to take your shirt off and throw it somewhere in the room.

Your hands roam to his chest and your fingers start to hastily rip off the buttons, your hands scratching up his chest and down his shoulders to take off the silky material.

Harry growls against your lips as his hands cup your ass then sliding to your thigh, bringing your leg up to his waist.

“Jump.” He heaved, his hot breath fanning your face.

You bounce off the ground and wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around neck, fingers carded in his brown locks under the hat. He takes you to the other side of the room towards the bed, his hands holding you by the waist and pushing you away and onto the bed, making you yelp. He chuckles at your squeal, his fingers wrapping around your ankle to bring you closer to the edge of the bed, his fingers then sliding up your legs and hooking them in the band of your pants and underwear, hurriedly pulling them off you.

“Fuck look at you,” he looked down at your naked body, slowly leaning down kiss your hip bone. “You’re glistening for me.”

You mewled under him, feeling his hot breath get closer and closer to the spot you want him most. “Harry…”

“Patience, love. I’ll get there.” He teased you. His lips lingered above your hips before trailing his kisses down your legs.

“Please,” you begged, your hips lifting off the mattress, asking for his touch.

He pecks your knee once, his warm and soft hands rubbing up and down your thighs. “Alright, darling.”

You couldn’t get another word in before his lips connected with your clit, sucking harshly on the sensitive nerve, making your breath hitch, your back curving off the bed. His mouth changes from sucking to his tongue flicking your bud, pushing you closer to the edge. Your hands dig into his hair, making the cowboy hat fall off his head and to the soft mattress beside him. Your moans and the squelching sounds from him lapping at your entrance are the only sounds filling the room.

The familiar tightening feeling in your stomach keeps your eyes wide, your toes curling and legs closing, Harry's face still buried in between your legs. “Oh-” Before you know it, you’re releasing on his tongue, his face turning red between your thighs.

He continues to lick as you come down your high, your legs spasming next to him as he overstimulates you.

He comes up to breath, his face spotted with red and it leads down to his neck. “My favorite place. But…” Instead of finishing his sentence he quickly slips his pants and boxers off, his erection sprinting up and slapping against his abdomen, the tip reddened tip shining with leaking precum. He moves to the end of the bed, sitting up against the headboard, eyes wide and hair disheveled from your fingers constantly running through it. “Ride me, baby.” He pats just under his fern tattoos, a smirk playing on his pink lips as he watches you struggle to get up from your lying position.

You wobbly sit up next to him, letting your legs regain some feeling before switching around on top of him, your legs on either side of him.

“Nuh-uh.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

He softly pats his thigh, the tiger tattoo he got all those years ago taunting you.

“C’mon, baby. You love to ride the tiger, don’t you?” He teased, his eyes missing the green you love so much.

Your head hangs low as you move one leg to sit between his legs, your sensitive core sitting just above his tattoo.

Without warning he slaps your clit, making you cry out. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” you pause to catch your breath, licking your chapped lips. “I love it.” You sob.

“‘Course you do, honey.” His hands find your hips and he leads you down. You both moan as your mound touches his hairy thigh, his hands instruct your hips, moving them back and forth on the tiger. “That’s it, baby.” He huffed out.

As you rocked your hips on your leg, your hand reached down by your leg that was in between his thigh, your delicate fingers wrapping around his rigid shaft, your thumb teasing the tip.

Harry hissed under you at your movement, and as a rebuttal, his hand smacks your backside, making you arch your back, your hips stilling on his tattoo. He mumbles profanities under you, his eyes filled with lust as he watches you on top of him.

You squeeze your eyes shut at the sensation, feeling his muscle flex under you. You roll your hips on his thigh, feeling your juices lubricate his inked skin and on your inner thighs. You pick up your pace, bringing yourself closer to the edge again.

“Gonna cum already, darling?” He moaned, watching you pleasure yourself.

You nod at him, not trusting your words. His fingers tighten their grip on your hips, surely leaving bruises for you to admire in the morning. Harry’s hand cup behind your neck, bringing you down to rest your forehead on his. Your hips falter on his thigh, your chest rising and falling to catch your breath to continue the movement of your hips. Your hand lets go of his shaft and rests on his inked hips, finding a steady balance to bring you over the edge.

“Don’t stop, baby.” He heaved, his hot breath fanning your flushed face. Your face scrunches up, your legs falling numb around him, a cracked sob leaving your lips in frustration. “C’mon, love. Know you can give it to me, yeah?” He holds you up to bend his knee under your weight, his thigh rising and hitting your center, making you hiss. “Up and down, m’love.” His hands lower to your ass, pressing lightly into the soft flesh, moving your body up and down his risen leg, his lips grazing your shoulder.

The moonlight hits your back beautifully, your cries filling the room as you release once again. His toned arms wrap around your torso, his chest coming up to press with yours and his head resting in the curve between your breasts. His hair tickles your chin, his lips suck a new bruise on the swell of your breast, your moan falling tremulously from your lips as your body relaxes.

You raise your head to rest against his, your mouth open wide to catch large breaths, Harry’s head coming up with your heaving shoulders.

Your mind is still reeling when Harry holds your weight up and moves one leg, having you straddle his waist instead of his leg, his tip teasing your entrance, your breath hitching in your throat at the sensitive contact. Harry kisses your shoulder, lightly speaking into your skin. “Sorry, angel.”

You shake your head feverishly, looking down at him. “Harry I-”

“C’mon baby, can give me one more, yeah? Wanna feel you cumming around me.” His hands cupped your face and brought you closer, his breath hitting your face as he spoke before hungrily enveloping his lips with yours.

It’s a sloppy kiss, with teeth clashing and tongues dancing. Your moans fill his mouth, while his fills yours. This gives you enough energy and courage to go again.

Your hand reaches for him again, your fingers lightly squeezing on his length and exploring, your fingers falling for every vein and curve on it as you move your hand up and down.

You tease his tip as you regain feeling in your legs once again, bringing yourself up and lining him with your entrance. You pause on top of him as he slowly slides inside you, adjusting to him much slower than you usually do, already sensitive from your previous orgasms. Both of your moans fill the room as he completely bottoms out, your pelvis completely touching his, his length deep inside you.

You try to catch your breath before moving on top of him, your hips moving in slow circles to feel him. “Fuck-” He cursed under you, his hands coming up to your chest and pinching your taut nipples. “Feel so good around me, honey.”

You regain your composure again and rest your hands firmly on his stomach, ready to continue but Harry stops you. “Wait.”

He leans forward, his hand reaching for something beside him and before you could ask what he was doing, you felt him resting something on your head.

His cowboy hat.

He has a teasing smirk as he lays back down again, his arms resting under his head as he looks up at you. “Ride me, cowgirl.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at him, a smile playing on your lips. “You’re stupid.” You teased him, one of your hands reaching up to adjust the hat on your head, keeping it steady.

“And you’re-” He leaned back up again to peck your lip, “still not riding me yet.” His hands fall on your hips again to make you move, your smile falling and your whimpers becoming loud again.

“Oh fuck.” You whined as you got a steady pace, your hips rocking back and forth.

Harry groans under you, his hands coming up again to hold your breasts, his hands full of them.

You shift your weight from your thighs to your knees, your nails digging into his toned abdomen as you start to go up and down. Your shoulders hunches to your ears as you move your hips up and down at a rapid pace. Heavy breaths leave you with every movement, your head lolling back. You lock eyes with Harry, his face contorting with pleasure and hips coming up to meet yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your moans and groans the only thing you could hear.

You felt the tightness in your core again, your hips moving at an ungodly pace above him, trying to bring yourself over the edge for the third time. One of your hands comes up to hold your hat in place, your hips still rolling over his. Harry smiles up at you, teasingly. Your legs start to tremble, your thighs twitch and hug Harry’s thighs harder, making him whimper. You cry above him, your hips hurting from the burn you’re feeling.

Harry reaches up to envelop you in a hug close to his chest, his knees under you bending to shift his weight to his back, his feet planted firmly on the bed before he starts pounding up into you. Your mouth widens at his pace but nothing comes out, his swift movements rending you speechless.

“C’mon baby, fuck-” He interrupts himself with a moan, his arms tightening around you and his stomach tensing under you as he continues to rock up into you at an animalistic pace.

Your hands grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh as the familiar wave rushes over you, his name and profanities coming from your mouth in screams.

He thrusts continue as you ride out your orgasm, his coming soon after, coating your walls and filling you.

You both stay still, taking in every inch of each other and admiring the coat of sheen sweat on your bodies. With weak arms you lift your chest off of his, your eyes locked with his. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his lips tug up into a smirk, his eyes running down your body. “Yeehaw…” He mumbled under his breath, his left arm coming up to adjust the hat on your head, lightly tipping it. You chuckle at him, shaking your head at his joke before laying back down again, your chest flush with his.

You stay pressed to his chest as you both relax, your breathing becoming steady but labored, your nightly activity and the moon shining in from the window making you drowsy.

His hands smooth over the expanse of your back, his warm touch lulling you further into slumber. He presses a kiss on your sweaty hairline, one hand moving down to reach for the thin sheet to lay it on top of you, his other hand removing the hat from your head and throwing it to the ground. Your eyelids feel heavy over your eyes, your mind free from any thought but the feeling of Harry relaxing under you, his arms still wrapped around you.

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Could I request Revived!Wil with a soft and somewhat weak male!darling? Like he can defend himself he's just anxious and likes how much Will cares for him? Someone who doesnt mind Wil being yan and feels safe with him but is a little clingy towards Wil? Thank you! Hope you're having a good day :) -X anon (certified c!Wil simp)

Sorry it took me so long to get to this... 😥

Any ways! (I will still be using second POV ex. You, and dear reader. But this headcannon will be using more male like pronouns.)

Triggers: Obsessive/aggressive behavior, unhealthy relationships, isolation, anxiety, unhealthy dynamics, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

~ WILBUR ~

Wilbur would love you.

You're weak, just like he used to be.

And he was going to take advantage of that.

You relied on him and only him for things.

Wilbur might have calmed down a bit after being revived, but he is still possessive and aggressive nevertheless.

Wilbur will have you at his side the entire time.

He can't risk you having an anxiety attack!

Or that's what he says.

Wilbur will have an arm around your waist and talk about how handsome you look with him.

He'll use your shy side to his advantage.

After all, Wilby is a bit of a flirt.

Wilbur will actually encourage you to stay weak.

He'll feed you the lie, that he is the only one able to protect you.

And you'll believe it.

Even if you don't want to.

You know it's true.

You know, no one else would want to take care of a weak useless man like you.

Wilbur may feed you lies, but those lies loosely tie themselves to the truth.

Don't get me wrong.

Wilbur really did love you!

But...it's just his nature to be that manipulative to you.

It's a constant fear deep down that he'll lose you.

But over the months/years that you two have been together Wilbur slowly started to isolate you.

The fear of losing you had finally just eaten him up.

So he trapped you in your home.

But for you, that's perfectly fine!

You didn't have to be scared or shy anymore.

And plus, anytime that you went out; you were in the safety of your lover.

This was a beautiful mess of a relationship to on looking eyes.

A power hungry man who was obsessive beyond all hell.

His lover was a weak man who could barely stand up for himself. Let alone have the courage to speak up.

This love was suffocating to the both of you.

But the time that you were able to breathe was when you were alone.

It was when Wilby had left for the day.

It was horrifying.

This toxic reliance caused you to develop a nasty case of anxiety.

Wilbur loved this fact.

He loved that you relied on him so much, that you developed this anxiety.

Because that meant he was the one you came to when you cried.

The feeling was intoxicating.

But don't worry!

Wilbur would still try and help you through your anxiety... just very slowly.

~

But this is how life is for you know.

Trapped inside your own house.

Depending on this man, that is your hero.

Depending on this man, that takes care of you.

Depending on this man, that holds you close every night.

Depending on this man, that goes through the hassle of taking care of you.

Depending on this man, that you proudly call your lover.

And he loves you back.

Congratulations reader.

You have tangled yourself up in this web of lies made from Wilbur.

You have tied yourself up with him, keeping him with you.

He won't allow you to leave.

And you won't allow him to leave.

You need him for your sanity.

And he needs you for his insanity.

~

In short: This would just make a beautifully disastrous relationship of dependency and insanity. It is something that can not be escaped. Good luck...

Word count: 555

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Thanks for reading! (Sorry if this is so Dark)

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[insufferablelust]

Cockwarming Don Reid with his men in the next room

Warning : Cockwarming, mob boss! Spencer, Mean dom!spencer, mention of killing, degrading name calling, filthy.. so fucking filthy, exhibitionism, literally almost fucking in front of people, mention of sub space, d/s theme obviously, and yeah.. 18+ please.

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“Princess, come here.” Spencer pat his lap with a burning gaze directed to the cute little thing sat ontop of his office couch like a queen. Work days usually means no playing around, for Y/N it’s one of those days where she’d usually spend at her apartment doing her tasks or paint something for the young don.

But on rare occasions such this, where all the workload of responsibilities upon responsibilities piled on his shoulder, he’d bring her in, he’d tell her to sit all pretty, and continue to study unless daddy calls and that’s exactly she has been doing for hours now, sketching the wooden figurine on his shelf with her legs up the table and her back rests against the couch. She looks prettier than usual he thought, not that his butterfly never look anything less than amazing but she just radiates that softness, that gentle and tender touch which he often depraved himself of— being in the mob especially as the leader, he has to be on the rough rugged edge all the time, he cannot be tender and soft but he can certainly have you as his own personal reminder that not all things in life is as bad as what he has seen.

Y/N, the darling butterfly happily obliged as she stood up after placing her sketchbook down the table and make her way to where he sits on the large chair— colored burgundy red. The soft knitted knee high socks that clad her feet anxiously drags her to the edge of his desk with her fingers fumbling on the hem of her flower dress, no matter where and when, or how and why— he always intimidates her in ways that seemed to flutter her insides with pure wanton yet desirable lust, all for him.

Encased in a black suit, he sat up straight as he holds her hips before placing her down atop his lap with her back against his front, his perfect little princess. “Dressed so prettily for daddy. Haven’t seen this one before pet, did you buy them just to impress me hm?” if it were any other man, talking to you like you owe them you would flip their asses off and beat them to pulp— but when he says it, demands it, caress your soul with it— you couldn’t refuse nor deny.. not that you would ever want to anyway because yes, yes you did buy them to impress him, to make him as weak as she is for him.

She nodded shyly with a small “yes daddy” before squirming gently ontop of his lap whilst Spencer caress her inner thigh— calloused rough fingers brushing up and down her god glowing skin, intensifying all the tension that builds inside of her. Her skin prickled with heat as he inches his sinful fingertips up up up creeping upon her clothed dripping wet cunt, causing her to mewl lowly in frustration, grinding her ass back against his growing crotch.

“Daddy has so many things today pet, so many fucking things to keep you happy, to buy dresses like this one.” He whispered onto your ear, his lips pressing against your temple with his curls gazes against your heating cheek as you nod and shut your eyes tight— feeling his knuckles graze right against your clothed aching swollen clit, making you buck up your hips as he laughs behind you, chest rumbling with triumph.

“Jesus petal, haven’t done anything and you’re soaking my pants already? are you always this needy? fucking hell.” He shook his head as he keep on laughing condescendingly, whilst you writhed and squirm on his lap, your face nudging against his neck. “Please d-daddy..” Oh how he loves your mewls, your sweet sweet moans just sent all the blood from his head rushing down toward his cock— making him all dizzy and dying to feel your clutching heat.

“Shh you want Morgan to hear you, is that it? want my men to hear your filthy moans, bunny?” His words sent tingles up your spine, through your bloodstream as his fingers skillfully tear your panties apart, with you gasping— eyes as glassy as ever and mind absolutely mush with tension and pleasure. “Daddy asked you a question.” He growled, before slapping your bare wet soaking cunt few times which you respond with loud cries and squirm on his lap.

“Sorry daddy! f— please i... oh mmh!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you feel his thumb grazing innocently to your little nub of pleasure numbing nerves, flicking his thumb up and down it focusing on the rhythm as he might as well play you like his favorite instrument. “All needy and you can’t even get a proper word out, such a mindless baby.” He scoffed before slapping right on your clit multiple times.

“Ah! Ah oh! daddy!” You screamed, having no care in the world if his men heard— you knew in the back of your mind that they heard and that alone sends a new surge of adrenaline throughout your body, leaving you pliant and in need for daddy— daddy’s cock, fingers, anything just anything. “Here’s what you’re going to do, pup. You’re going to keep daddy’s cock warm whilst i do my job, if you behave like a good little girl then i’ll let you cum, but if you decided to think with your cunt and move i swear to god i’ll edge you six fuckin ways to sunday, you hear me?” You felt him fumbling with his zipper as he took his cock out, with you whining— babbling ‘yes yes yes daddy’ against his skin, eyes all droopy and fucked with your neatly applied mascara drip down your cheeks.

“Up you go pet, slide daddy in.” You shakily stand, bunching the hem of your dress on your hips before you straddled his thigh and looks down to get ahold the base of his well endowed cock— pulsing with need and heat. “Fuck, go on.” He urged you as he grab ahold of your hips before you lined him up with your sopping wet entrance and sink down slowly— down his massive throbbing length that has you moaning, panting.

“You can do better than that slut”

Smack!

“N-no! daddy please help! please i— ungh you’re too big!” You shook your head as you tried and tried to take him, all of him but everytime you sink another inch— your body felt like it’s been penetrated into a whole new level as if it hadn’t this morning or the night before, “Fucking helpless baby, look at you, pathetic and needy.” He growled before thrusting up inside you at once, forcing his thick length to slip fully inside your pumping dripping heat causing you both to moan out.

“Oh! oh mmh daddy.. shit..” You felt him deep, deep deep inside you, the tip of him grazing against your spot oh so deliciously, whilst you pant and convulse against him, clutching his cock like a vice. “Perfect little cunt, such a perfect doll for me.”

—

You’re convinced that if god was real, at this moment god must hate you for existing, must hate you so much that the universe sent you this adonis of a man to torture and blur the line of sanity and lunacy for you, torment your pleasure in mockery and sarcasm of how he stayed calm with you perched on his godly lap, panting like a puppy in heat as his thick length penetrated your insides as if it belongs there— forcing every bit of your self control over the teetering edge. You’re loosing your mind, that you’re sure of.

It has been no longer than 30 minutes but your toes have curled and uncurled themselves for eternity, your walls grew slicker and slicker each time he ‘shift’ accidentally, as you mewl and bit the skin on his neck, by the last minute of the long 30– you were trembling in order to resist yourself not to move, for the last bit of your working mind still recognized how severe the punishment would be if you were to move, the don is not one to fuck around with— oops.

Just as he stretches his hand, the knock of the door sent you into a spiraling mess, looking up to Spencer with wide eyes— all glassy and doe as you shook your head, “Daddy, d-daddy n-no..” Shivers runs deep and thrumming lively on your bloodstream as you saw his devilish handsome smirk.

“Be good and quiet, pup.” He whispers

“N-no! no daddy please! i—“

“Come in.” The sound of his voice and door cracking open has you shutting your eyes as tight as you could, face buried on the crook of his neck as he grips onto your thigh. You took a peek at the tall standing figure on the middle of his office, recognizing so clearly that it’s in fact Hotch not only that Emily and Morgan were also present, fuck— you’re fucked as you clenched hard causing the don to hiss and slap your thigh.

“What did i tell you about behaving hm? are you going to behave or should i let them deliver your punishment for you little one?” He growled in your ear, making you let out a pitiful whimper, trying as best as you could to resist the need to look at your patrons and to stay still. “No please, i’ll behave.” you muttered meekly, panting at the raging burning release that has been coiling inside your body.

“No please what? you know better, minx.” He shook his head before grasping your neck with his palm as he take a look at your messy figure. “No daddy p-please..” you bat your eyelash at him as he went in to kiss your lips with a small ‘good girl’ before getting back to his business.

“What is it?” He muttered coldly, one hand on the whiskey glass that he took a sip off every once in awhile and the other secured tightly around your lower tummy— you knew what he’s doing, the game is clear, you knew he likes to feel how you can feel him inside of you, pressing against your sweet spot and your slick canal tried so hard not to clench at the thought.

“The shipment hasn’t arrived yet to midtown, it supposed to days ago but we just heard from Garcia that the Kingsley’s hadn’t even reached out to her in weeks.” Although confident, you could tell there’s a hint of fear and worrisome latched behind Hotch’s voice, one does not fuck with your dom, one does not absolutely delay the shipment of his drugs— no no those cannot do.

“Have you traced it back to them?” The voice that rumbled against your back was eerily calm and deeper, resisting every urge inside his body to lash out— you know that very well. His fingers tighten and tighten its hold onto the glass which you could clearly see his knuckles turning white, you just hope that the poor glass won’t break.

“Yes don, Walker and Alvez went to their base and it was empty, looks like they left in a hurry.” You could feel it before you even see it, heard it, the way his blood pumps just even faster before a lound cracking of the wood sent fear and adrenaline through everyone’s bloodstream, “I don’t fucking care how many, and who’re you going to kill, but i want that fucking shipment arrived to midtown by dawn or i’ll pluck their own eyes myself.” His voice somehow rise and fell deeper at the same time, rumbling deep inside his chest which send shivers on everyone’s spine as they nod with a small uniformed ‘yes don’ before heading out hurrily— no one questions him, no one dared to speak against him, even if they know they’ll have the bloods of people (though bad) on their hands by nightfall.

His threat lives like a venom that stuck on their throat as they pursued their mission— one don does not get his hand dirty let alone going round plucking some low life mob’s eyes— or the end result could be.. would be catastrophic. These Kingsleys have one hell of a problem heading their way.

and you.. you have one hell of a raging frustratingly mad Mob boss in your hand.

—

Y/N’s head couldn’t even process the whole thing before she screamed in absolute pain when he pulled out harshly and bent her over his desk, knocking his whiskey glass onto the floor, clattering with no care in a world. Your mind begs for you to soothe him, soothe his anger yet your cunt aches and throbs with the need to let him use you— take the anger out to you, and ruin you for eternity. You’re his, and you’re ready.

“Stay fucking still.” Spencer slapped your ass harshly, causing you to jump in the position, your legs curled up for a moment as he gripped your hair tightly and grasp your neck with his unoccupied hand, “You’re going to stay still and be a good cocksleeve for me, i’m going to use you like you’re my toy and i won’t stop unless you say your safeword, got it?” His breath fans over your heated skin as you shake and tremble, your mind fuzzy with needs and mush of pleasure— blurring your absolute senses and submitting yourself fully to the mercy of his hand— his cock.

“Use your words, dumb little slut.” He hissed, choking your neck even tighter, with much force and you cried out, “Yes! yes sir, use me, i.. i’m yours..” just as you muttered out, your walls involuntary clenching at the intrusion of his cock plunging deep deep deep inside of you in one go, making you scream out in absolute pleasure and pain.

Spencer might’ve seen red— but when he delves deep inside of your tight heat, he saw the absolute heaven on earth as he begins to thrust in and out of your cunt in a brutal space, knocking his desk toppers off, and making you mewls and screams.

“Fucking tight little cunt— mine huh? isn’t it fucking mine pup?” He slammed into you over and over again as his balls hit your clit in an antagonizing pleasure whilst you writhe below him, forcing your eyes to stay open with all the power in your body looses control. “Its— mmmh ngh fuck! it’s y-yours sir! yes yes yes!” Your moans filled the entire building but neither of you care as Spencer drove his cock home everytime he sinks inside your tight pussy.

“Being such a good whore, letting me use you as my personal fucktoy, just to let my anger out.” He laughs maniacally, pistoning his hips as you clench your walls tightly to elevate the pleasure for you both, causing the room to tremble as you moan and cries out loud, “ungh yes! yes yes your whore daddy— mmh fuck me!” You could feel all the drool drips down your lips as he fucked you stupid atop of his desk but neither of you care nor have the patience to even pay attention because in his mind— the messier the better.

“Won’t be able to walk for days, pet. Fucking cunt going to drool for me everytime you see all the marks i fucking left on you.” He growled, bringing his palm over your ass before giving it a smack over and over again as your body lunges forward trying to get away with how all the friction is causing you to went into over sensitivity. But being the mean dom that he is, Spencer laughs as he pulled you back towards him by your hips. “Where are you going, bunny?”

“Please p-please let me cum, sir... ah!” You arched your back perfectly when the tip of his finger move down down down to where your swollen sensitive clit was, rubbing quickly in a fast pace just to send you over the edge, testing you, daring the orgasm out of you. “Wanna cum petal? hm wanna make a mess on daddy’s cock?” He whispered, one hand continues to rub your clit as the other focuses on holding you against him whilst his hips drives up deep— so deep that the tip grazes against your cervix.

“mmhh ah uh uh uh!” Your eyes lolled back trying to find a cohorent sentence— anything you can say to him but no matter what you’re trying to say was rendered to sinful moans and cries instead as you were right on the brink, “You can do better than that, c’mon bunny, beg daddy to cum.” he stills for a second, pressing in deep as he slaps your cheeks not once but twice— bringing fresh tears flows from your eyes.

“I.. ungh please daddy please! let me cum! been so good for you, please— want you to fill me up too.. fill your baby up, daddy!” Your high pitched voice rang an alarm through the circuit of his lust and anger laced mind, you’re slipping into your space and you’re slipping fast with your eyes just glazes absolutely flying through the realm of pleasure sensitivity.

“Good girl butterfly, such a good fucking girl, wanna cum? c’mon cum..” He whispered, before thrusting his hips in and out slowly, feeling the bliss of your overly wet and tight cunt engulfing him— milking him to cum inside, “Cum for daddy, princess, that’s it.. ohh... that’s it baby, good girl.” You cried out silently as you cum hard around his cock, muscles clenching so tightly that you sent him to release himself inside of you, thick ropes of cum paints your inside as you both moan and tremble.

“My good girl, shh thats it— best cunt ever.. that’s it, so so good for me.” He whispered softly, backing down to where his chair was pushed aside, bringing you with him before sitting down. You groaned out a loud scratchy, “daddy..” As you feel his cock shifted deeper inside of you, your eyes closed as he holds you and calms you down.

“Shh shh princess, just stay here like this. such a good girl, gonna keep me warm while i wait for them aren’t you?”

Although your cunt practically ache and scream for you to not say yes, your love and lust filled mind fogged with utter desire— just nods whining an agreeable mumble— just for him.

This will be a long long day and even a longer night.

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Omg smut pls 😭, i’ve been starved from yue zuko smut i keep reading pls chapters!

Here it is- I have to get back into the groove of smut writing, so here's my baby step 👀

Also, this was an ask I got a while back, in relation to Yue's heat smut I wrote. I was trying to find the original ask but I can't find it, but anon, this is for you 🥵

Love you babes, and take care~

AU: Limerence (A/B/O AU)

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

Masterlist

Ruts weren't a foreign concept to Zuko.

More often than not, proving a nuisance.

A quick jerk, drowning himself in paperwork, often did the trick for the week. But this time? Zuko swore, his head dropping and hair cascading downwards like a curtain as his fist slammed against the wooden bed frame.

He was sweating despite wearing nothing more but loose-hanging slacks, the windows open and allowing a breeze to enter. But it wasn't enough. Nothing was enough.

It was like his skin was prickling, senses in over-drive as goosebumps rose along his skin. Heavy pants, Zuko's chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon - fighting the urge to trail his hand down his torso, imagining how cool her fingertips would feel against his burning skin. Her nails tracing every divot of his skin as her touch sank lower, the shiver that ran up his spine.

Always so shy, so submissive; on her knees like the good girl she was, playing with the band of his pants with glossy lips, swollen from her eager nibbles. Her doe-like eyes were staring up at him with a lust that could challenge his before moaning his name with a hunger.

"Fuck." Zuko growled, his toes pressing onto the wooden floor.

A ticking time bomb, groaning as the mere sensation of his pants rubbing against his hard cock had him cracking. His eyes rolled, a temporary relief as his heavy palm fell over himself. A shaky jerk over the fabric, grabbing his length, and he could feel the thick drop of cum leaking from his tip.

He was throbbing, pulse rushing, and skin dewy as his testing jerks grew in intensity. The uncontrollable groans that tumbled from his lips, bucking into his touch to seek more pleasure. So fucking desperate to tip over that edge for the first time since his bloody rut started.

But it wasn't enough; it was never fucking enough.

No matter how fast his hand moved, his thumb brushing the crown of his dick as he teased himself. It was like a fucking wall, blocking him right before he could fall over the sweet edge. The coil that twisted deep in his gut, his cock growing as he so desperately wanted to cum as Zuko's groans grew in volume.

So close, so fucking close every time but-

The shout of frustration as Zuko's fists slammed against the bed frame for the nth time this day because he was losing it. His rut was testing his patience beyond belief because Zuko knew; that even if he jerked himself off, he wouldn't be able to get off.

His nails were intending the wood as defeat, rage coursed through his veins. He was in so much distress, sexual frustration at its fucking finest as his balls felt heavy, and his cock begged him to get off just once.

But he can't unless-

"I need, Yue," Zuko wheezed, a haze falling over his mind because the whole room smelt of her.

A drug, and Zuko was sure he was currently overdosing.

How beautiful she'll look.

Yue's body sprawled on the bed, littered with bites marks from the inside of her thighs to breasts. Zuko able to look down over her body, watching as his cock would so easily slip into her needy cunt. His thumb strumming her sensitive clit with heat, the uncontrollable twitches from Yue's body as he would draw orgasm after orgasm from her.

A beautiful breeding toy for his sick entertainment. Yue's cries of bliss music to his ears; fuel for his insatiable lust.

Yue's tight walls milking and driving him to ruin her, break her and claim her as his. She'll look so pretty, cum trickling from between her legs. A sticky mess as Zuko would push back whatever cum would slowly drip from her sweet pussy with his long fingers before bottoming, her belly swollen with nothing but him.

And as if the spirits were testing him, he could hear her.

It was like the call of a siren, Zuko's head snapping to their bedroom doors as a bead of sweat plopped down his temple, his lips parted as he growled.

This was dangerous; he wouldn't be able to control himself, to hold back but- the twitch from his cock, another sweet bead of pre-cum dribbling down his length and further dirtying his trousers. Envisioning Yue back on her knees and dragging her tongue along the underside of his dick before swallowing him down her throat.

"Zuko is in a rut, Princess-" Zuko heard someone whisper-shout, and he couldn't stop the twitching of his fingers listening to someone so close to his precious. A protectiveness, Zuko's body, inching itself closer to the door as his sanity slowly started slipping through his fingertips.

"But he needs me, Sokka! Let me in!" Yue cried.

Oh, those sweet cries of her squirting around his fingers as he fingerfucked her on his lap. Maybe he could have her sitting right up against the mirror so she can watch herself cum as his fingers curled inside of her.

No. Yue leave, Zuko begged mentally as he hissed under his breath, taking in that he was currently forcing himself not to rip open their bedroom door and draw her inside.

"Zuko said to keep you, out" Sokka reasoned, but Zuko could hear the determined pout on Yue's lips. Lips that would look so good around Zuko's length. Gagging as he seized her long locks and fucked her mouth, his hips snapping-

Zuko didn't even realize what he was doing until he saw Sokka and Yue before him. The both of them staring up at him like prey that had just been caught, each holding their breath.

"Zuko-" Sokka would blow, but it was fruitless.

Zuko's eyes locked with Yue; pupils blown as he stared at Yue with a wanting that even had Yue quivering in her spot. But despite the pregnant pause that fell over them, Zuko licked his lips because he could see.

The gulp Yue took as she nibbled on her lip, her fingers toying with the front of her dress as a flush painted over her skin. And Zuko swears he could taste Yue in the air. So luscious and delicate.

"Zuko?" Yue would rustle, her hands reaching out to caress his bare chest, but with a wince, Zuko rose his hands, stopping her. His mind was racing, but he knew the moment Yue's skin touched his, he would be far too gone to control. The hungry looks Yue sent him alone were close enough to make him lose it completely, her eyes studying his physique as Zuko combed his hair back.

"Yue, we need to go now," Sokka warned, fast to grab her, but the snarl Zuko unleashed at Sokka had everyone stilling.

It was a warning, the only indication Zuko would give to Sokka because the thought of Yue having another scent on her besides his had him boiling with fury. If only Zuko could have his way, mate her, maybe have her walk around the kingdom every day with his cum dripping from her core to make a damn point.

"I'll make this quick, love." Zuko finally spoke, voice rasped.

His throat felt dry as he fought with the last of his willpower not to pin Yue against the door and fuck her senseless in the hallway. The fact that he was sporting the most prominent hard-on, in view of everyone, didn't even bother him.

Zuko's mind was hyper-focused on Yue. Every time she breathed or blinked, it didn't go ignored by Zuko. And he took a dangerous step forward, his frame towering over her. In seconds, Yue found herself cornered against the door and him, Zuko placing his hands on either side of her face.

"Zuko." Yue questioned, and Zuko spoke, "This is your only warning, love. You run off and stay far, far, away from me. Or-"

"Or?" Yue perked with a curious simper.

"I claim you, no holding back cause I intend to break you." Zuko hushed, and Yue merely giggled.

Such a light-hearted giggle that despite the overwhelming hormones of his heat, Zuko found himself taken aback. It was so out of place, but the way Yue's eyes shined as she looked up at him, continuing to nibble on her lip and batting her eyelashes.

"Break me, Zuko," Yue whispered, and Zuko's eyes shut with a shaky breath as he felt her fingers run down his chest.

Every fantasy, dirty thought that ran through his mind was now coming to life as her soft lips pressed against his, "Claim me like how I claimed you."

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 had so much fun writing the first scene dude... i feel like as a fanfic writer its a sin i haven’t written anything like it yet lmfaoo (to be fair i probably have but I just dont rem💀) anyways i hope you enjoy!

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Prompt : 9. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Warnings : just some cute floof, some cursing here and there

Word Count : 2.2k

Hesitation

Technoblade x GN!Reader

It was always peaceful in the tundra right before the sun set. Not only did the orange and red colours that reflected off the shiny snow send a wave of tranquility through the lands. It was a specific time where all the animals would go back into their homes before the mobs spawned at night fall, leaving the lands in complete silence.

Phil loved working at this time, getting small tasks done around the house that he wasn’t able to do throughout the day. Whether it was washing the dishes or dusting out the book shelves. Maybe even lounged around near the fireplace, planning out what he had to do the next day. It was always quiet, void of distractions to keep him from doing them.

But of course, with peace always came chaos.

“YOU CHEATED!”

“NO I DIDN’T!”

“YES YOU DID!”

The door cracked open, slamming against the wall behind it making the blonde jump from the sudden noise. He was ready to pick up his sword by his side until he recognised the voices of his house mates, shouting like little children.

Phil sighed, continuing to wash the dishes in front of him. While the bickering tended to amuse him at times, right then he just wanted to stay in the silence. He was quick to grab a pear of earplugs from his chest, pushing them snugly into his ear, blocking out the noise you both brought into the house while humming a small tune.

“There’s no way that your horse is faster that Carl! That’s just not possible!” Techno shook his head, his entire body still except for his left foot tapping consistently on the floor, “It’s just not possible.”

“Okay-” you pointed your finger in his face, “First off, her name is Raven and secondly, you just can’t admit that she’s better than Carl.” you crossed your arms on your chest, looking up at the piglin with teasing eyes.

Tech threw his head back with a groan, turning around gruffly and taking off his cape along with the skull mask covering his face.

“I won’t admit it because it isn't true!” he turned back to face you, mimicking your stance and tilting his head slightly to the side.

You raised your eyebrows at his response, nodding slowly, “Alright, alright,” you slowly took of your cloak, bunching it up and throwing it at him, his reflexes catching it before the fabric hit his chest, “Maybe it’s just the ridder and not the horse.”

Techno gasped, “You take that back.” he threw your cloak to the side.

You hummed, looking up and faking a thinking face, “Nah... I don’t think I will, I said what I said.” you stepped closer to the hybrid, sizing up his figure, “And what are you going to do about it?”

Techno squinted his eyes, a small smirk making its way to his face before he grabbed you by the waist, throwing you over his shoulder and walking away from the entrance into the living room.

“Hey!” You pounded at his back, wiggling in his tight grip, “Put me down you loaf!”

He laughed at your words but obliged, throwing you on the couch near the fireplace. Before you could sit up, he crawled over your form, knee besides one side of your waist with his other foot planted on the floor, keeping him steady hovering over you.

“Techno-” you chuckled nervously, trying your best not to stray away from his intense gaze, fighting the heat starting to rise to your face. Your hands pushed at his chest, weakening when he brought his face closer to yours, making you feel smaller than you already were.

He didn’t say anything, instead his fingers dug into your stomach, wiggling them across the fabric of your shirt. Your laugher filled the air, high pitched and bouncing off the walls of the cottage. You tried your best to control them, not wanting to give in to the blood god’s actions so quickly. But your hands on your stomach did nothing to stop his.

“Oh. My. God! Techno! Stop you fucking- oh god!”

“Take it back Y/n!” he laughed along with you, continuing his assault on your stomach, “Take it back or I swear to god you’re going to loose a canon life from being too ticklish.”

“NEVER!” you shouted between laugher, screaming when his hands began to move faster, knocking the breath out of your lungs. In the heat of the moment, he took your wrists into his fist, pinning them above your head, keeping your hands from interfering with his plans.

“Say. It.” even with one hand we was doing enough to keep you squirming underneath him, desperate for an escape.

“Okay! Okay! You- You’re a good rider Techno! You’re a good rider!” you finally admitted, your body falling limp against the cushions when he finally raised his fingers from your stomach.

Techno laughed at your state, leaning back with a cocky smirk on his face, “Glad to know we could come to an agreement,”

“I hate you,” you mumbled, your head rolling to the side on your shoulder as you caught your breath. You closed eyes in relief that the past few minutes were over, nearly falling asleep with the amount of energy you spent laughing.

Techno chuckled, taking your chin into his fingers, turning your head to look back at him, “Is that so?”

You nodded, fluttering your eyes open to look up at the pink haired man. Your breath hitched when you noticed how close his face was to yours. His entire presence felt suddenly close, his chest puffed out with long breaths, his legs practically tangled with yours, his face hovering over you, radiating heat you didn’t notice while he was tickling you. You watched as his face lit up red, his piglin ears straightening out of the side of his head, probably taking in the proximity as well.

Techno wasn’t one to get flustered often, but when he did it was always with the people he cared about. He trusted them enough to let that blood god persona he put on fade away leaving behind his shy, nerdy side you always adored. The side of techno who would read by the fireplace with Steve sat snuggly in his lap, the Techno who would spend hours trying to fix his glasses that broke constantly in his strong grip only having to craft a new one. The Techno who would grumble about compliments from you and Phil but the subtle spread of pink across his face told everyone otherwise. The Techno you grew to love the more and more he let you it.

He began to get a lot more playful with you as you friendship grew. When you moved in with him out in the snow it only increased drastically. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the both of you to end up in this position or something similar to it (like the time he pinned you down during training), but he would always stop before things got too intimate and while it hurt, you’ve grown to accept it. You were glad to be his friend, his companion. You would take his friendship over not knowing him at all any time of the day.

You waited for him to pull back. To stand up and dust off his clothes, offering you his hand to pull you up with him and continue that night like normal. But he stayed, his dark, dull eyes staying down at you with a shine you’ve never seen up close before.

Techno didn’t know what to do either. He didn’t know what was prompted him to stay in this position, the sudden confidence that pushed him to keep his hand on your face, his lips so close to yours.  Maybe it was the voices in his head, annoyed with the constant stares and thoughts of adoration when you rode Raven around in the snow, your cape flowing beautifully behind you, face showing nothing but pure joy. They were relentless, calling him out on every emotion he was feeling because of you.

He wanted to move for your sake, he was the one on top of you in the first place, pinning you down. You were probably being polite not shoving him off of you, even if you’ve never done it before, he just always pulled away before you could. But he couldn’t, his muscles stiff and unable to move.

A small part of his brain told him you wanted this too, but he ignored it for his own sanity.

“Techno-” you whispered but before you could continue, the hybrid immediately took the single word as a protest, finally letting go of your hands but keeping his body close.

“Shit I’m sorry that- that was probably a bit much.”

You giggled softly, “No- uh, it was fine tech, no worries,”

He looked down at your bright smile glowing in his face.

“You’re really beautiful Y/n,” he whispered, letting the rough pads of his fingers trail down the side of your face, blushing when you nudged them with your cheek, accepting the comfort.

“You think so?” you whispered back, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“I-” he started, his breath hot against the tip of your nose as he glanced down to your lips, quickly looking back into your eyes. Why weren’t you moving? Why weren’t you cringing, laughing at the thought of ever kissing him?

“You- Do you want this.” you whispered, letting his thumb pull down at your bottom lip, watching as the plush skin softly bounced back.

He nodded, shivering when you tangled your fingers into his pick curls, pulling his face down and nudging your nose against his. He closed his eyes, a small, cute snort coming from the back of his throat at the affection.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“FUCK!”

You jumped at the sudden curse, Techno falling off of you and on to the floor besides the couch. Before you could process what just happened, the curse sounded again followed by a crash, both of your senses on high alert when you realised it was Phil’s voice coming from the kitchen. You rushed to grab your weapons from nearby, quickly pulling yourself together on the fact that your friend was in trouble.

You both ran as fast as you could, Techno in front of you with his sword drawn while you were behind loading your cross bow with an arrow. He barged into the kitchen, holding his blade in the air, ready to attack but all he was met with was a pair of wings slapping him in the face.

You dove under the large feathers, bumping the winged man to alert him of your presence.

“Oh... hey guys!” He smiled, taking out something from his ears and resting them on the kitchen counter. He sent a pointed look to the weapons in your hands, crossing his arms over his chest in confusion, “Why the weapons?”

“Are you alright?” Techno said, rubbing his nose from the hit.

“We heard you scream, thought you were in trouble.”

Phil chuckled nervously, “Sorry, my bad,” he turned around to face the both of you, “I just dropped a plate.”

You and Techno let out an audible sigh, dropping your weapons to the floor with a clank. You didn’t know how many times your heart could deal with the sudden bursts of adrenaline. Walking up to Techno, you took his hand away from his face, inspecting the soft red mark across his face from the whip of feathers. No matter how small the attack, you always made sure to check up on him, even when he didn’t need it.

But with your delicate touch came memories of the events that just happened

“Were- were you here the entire time?” Techno said hesitantly, looking up at his father with worried eyes. You took in his words, immediately pulling away from the hybrid, ignoring his small noise of protest.

“Yes, but i put in some ear plugs,” he pointed to them on the counter.

“Oh!” you piped in, “That’s- That’s good.”

“Was there something I missed?” he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the both of you curiously.

“Nothing!” You both shouted at the same time, chuckling nervously.

“Okay?” Phil dragged out, pointing back to the sink, “Well, I’ll just-”

“Yeah! You- uh, get to that phil,” you began walking backwards, bounced into the edge of the counter. You played off the pain with a quick thumbs up and walking quickly out of the kitchen, mumbling curses under your breath.

“Are they alright mate?” Phil asked his son who seemed to be lost in his own world, staring at the spot you were once in, “Techno?”

“I- what?” He shook his head, “Uh, yeah- they’re,” he let out a small sigh, letting  his hand pass over his face, “Yeah, they’re fine.”

“Are you alright?”

Techno didn’t respond for a while, stuck in his own thought. Phil turned to his son, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Tech?”

“I think-” He let out a shaky breath, “I think I love them.”

...

IM SORRY FOR ENDING IT SO SUDDENLY

it was just getting to long and i didn’t want to loose motivation writing more😭

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Author Notes: once again I apologize for how long this took to update. Schedule is still hectic and will remain so for the following month or so. But fear not. I shall continue to update at least once a week. Once again reblogs and comments are appreciated!

XVI

Our ability to survive depends on our skill to change and adapt. Everything in life is about transformation.

The drastic changes in your life seemed like a never ending avalanche of heart break and tough decisions… once again, transformation.

Your own choices placed you exactly where you were at, there was no one else to blame but yourself.

Satoru chose to remain in New York for another two weeks during which he had invested himself into re-discovering you (in his mind you never stopped being his. In the sanctuary of his thoughts you are always referred to as his wife, his one and only Mrs. Y/N Gojo. The woman of his life and owner of his heart).

Satoru tried a gentle approach with you. Not wanting to push you too far not to leave you alone all together. Using all his knowledge of your personality and preferences he slowly inserted himself in your life once again.

At 5:30am sharp he would meet you at the entrance of your building wearing his training clothes, he wanted to show you he supported you and your career. He would go for a run with you around the park. This, of course evoked memories of when you both first started dating and Satoru would show up to workout with you or take you out to dinner after training.

You got to know he had been working harder to help Yuuji control the curse inside him but it was a hard endeavor. He didn’t have to specifically verbalize it for you to know it was a loosing battle and he felt responsible for it but he was trying his best to find a way to help the boy. You missed the kids, they were like family. So you made sure to ask Satoru to tell them you missed them.

But despite your ex-husband’s best efforts you still wanted to be alone. You needed some clarity, the opportunity to sort out your feelings. Gojo wasn’t particularly thrilled with you pushing him away but he promised to you and himself that he would change and would do an effort to respect your wishes so he gave you your space.

But Satoru wasn’t stupid, he knew you missed Suguru and felt guilty for choosing your own husband (ex-husband) over your best friend.

And that’s why you kept pushing him away. Saying you needed time to think.

His time was running out, he had to return to Japan. At least for now, he had unavoidable responsibilities with his students as well as the rest of his missions. He went to your apartment the night before his flight and explained to you why he had to return but he also promised to come back to New York as soon as possible.

“It’s alright Satoru, I understand… I’m gonna be just fine” you reassured the sorcerer who didn’t look convinced at all about leaving you alone. “Please, at least answer my calls and messages. I’m gonna be worried sick if you don’t” you nodded and then he hugged you tightly, inhaling your intoxicating aroma as if he wanted to commit it to memory. His lips soon found yours and before either of you knew it you were in your bed ripping off each other’s clothes so you could express with your bodies how much exactly you would miss one another.

He had taken you for granted once, he would never make that same mistake.

-

-1 Week Later-

It had been three weeks since you last saw Suguru, he wouldn’t answer your calls, texts nor your emails. You didn’t even know if he was still in New York for that matter. Not knowing was slowly killing you, consumed by guilt you knew you deserved this treatment.

And yet, you wanted to find him and explain… try to make it up to him somehow. He didn’t deserve the pain you had inflicted upon him.

-

From: Kitten 🐱

To: Sugu

I need to talk to you, please give me a chance to explain. I don’t want to lose you Suguru. I know it’s selfish on my behalf but I can’t let you walk away without explaining. Please Suguru.

I miss you.

-

Another message sent, he wouldn’t answer your texts. At least he didn’t block your phone number. (Not yet, supplied your tortured mind)

The whole reason why you held back from actually having sex with Suguru although you both had wanted that very much during the last 6 months was because you wanted to give Geto everything. Not only half of you. He deserved someone who would chose him completely. At least that’s what you knew was right.

You didn’t want to toy with his emotions. Then again Satoru’s sporadic presence in your life didn’t help at all. Everytime he showed up you were back to the beginning.

There was no other way to explain this other than saying…you could never resist him.

-

It was a Monday evening, you just got home after your training at the academy. Sitting on the couch eating some salad when the doorbell rang. You were not expecting anyone. And most importantly someone who didn’t need to be announced by the guard downstairs. There were only two people who could show up at your door in such fashion.

When you opened the door the first thing you saw was a broad torso covered in a very familiar black fitted t-shirt. Long black hair framing a handsome face and those beautiful amber pools looking at you. Without hesitation you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Suguru responded to your embrace by surrounding your firmly in his arms lifting you a few inches from the floor.

His sweet lavender and sage scent welcomed your senses once more. It wasn’t until he dried the tears from your cheeks that you realized you had been crying.

“Yo..you are here… Suguru! I am so sorry! I-“ he stopped you by placing his right index finger upon your lips. “You don’t have to say anything. I am here because I have to tell you something important. Come Kitten, let us sit” he took your hand and guided you to the couch where as soon as you both sat next to one another you threw yourself into his arms once more making the raven haired sorcerer chuckle “I missed you too Kitten” he whispers against your h/c tresses.

“Listen…. I was angry… I was mad at you because I thought you would choose me and instead chose Satoru. But these past weeks without you, I have been a wreck to say the least and then I realized… I have always known you loved Satoru from the beginning and that never bothered me before.” Sighing he made a small pause before continuing “Granted… I do resent him for hurting you but I never expected you to completely loose your feelings for him.“ you were about to explain to him that you were trying to sort those feelings out but he interrupted you with a little kiss on your lips “let me finish Kitten” a tender smile spread across his lips making you blush again.

“I realized that I don’t want to renounce to you, I don’t want to give you up. Because there simply is no other person who I want to be with. No one can replace you. And you don’t have to choose between Satoru and me…. At least on my behalf I am ok with sharing you with him. I don’t want to lose you and I don’t want to put you in a position that only will hurt your heart.” Stroking your cheek softly Suguru leaned in and kissed your lips once more, just this time the exchange was sweeter and lasted longer. His tongue teased the entrance to your mouth before fully delving in to revel in your warmth and sweetness. Pulling back and looking into your eyes Geto assured you “I love you… and I want you to be happy. I am not going to make you choose because I don’t want to lose you Y/N”.

To say you were shocked to the core and touched beyond words was an understatement “Suguru… I don’t know what to say…” you start but Geto chuckled

“You don’t have to give me an answer right away.. I und—-“

You cut him by crushing your lips against his, kissing him throughly. Your legs straddled his waist immediately so you could feel his strong and warm body against yours. Was this man even real? I mean… Suguru Geto was a remarkable person but at this point you started questioning your own sanity. Did you make this man up in your imagination? Because you have never met someone sweeter, nor kinder nor more loving than him. And this was without counting all his very alluring physical attributes.

By the time you pulled back you were out of breath and so was he.

Now, the thing was… is this what you wanted? Did you want them both? Wasn’t it too greedy to have them both as lovers?

There was also the possibility Satoru would flat out reject the idea but… you didn’t want to choose between them. You…. Loved them both.

Before you could speak once more you ‘felt’ someone behind you stroking your back.

Almost jumping out of your skin you turned around to find Satoru in his usual jujutsu high uniform sans blindfold.

“You’re late…” Suguru comments as if he had been expecting his best friend to teleport right then.

“I know… Yaga was being a pain in the ass as per usual” added Satoru with a grin before taking a sit next to Suguru with the biggest shit eating grin you could imagine.

“So? Did she agree?” Questioned smirking and moving his hand to stroke your hair away from your neck while you still sat on Suguru’s lap.

“I am not sure… I think we broke her…” added Geto amusedly before chuckling and kissing your cheek.

“I know how to fix that!” Excitedly announced the white haired man. Cupping your face between his hands he pulled you in to kiss you deeply. His tongue voraciously licking the inside of your mouth and enticing you to kiss him back.

This was surreal…. Were you dreaming? You had to be dreaming or maybe you hit your head and now we’re in a coma. Yeah… you have to be hallucinating this.

When Satoru pulled back he laughed “Princess… don’t look so surprised… you must have known this would have happened sooner or later… Sug and I would never give you up and we know you wouldn’t pick one over the other either… and well, we didn’t want to give you the chance to pick neither…” they knew exactly how you were. Even before you knew it yourself. They just knew you would bolt and choose no one if that meant not hurting the other so they had to figure out a solution where all of you were happy.

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A Rift Between

Miraak/Blind!Reader.

I rewrote this because it’s been a few years and I don’t like the old one, and this time I plan on continuing it!

For as long as you could remember, it has always just been you and your father working on your farm. Well, for a while it was just you working on the farm. The labor wasn’t easy nor was it short but you enjoyed this life. Greeting your father with a smile whenever he comes home from his travels. He was never one to stay in one place for long, that only changed after you had been born. But, you’re an adult and very capable of taking care of yourself. It took some convincing but in your early adulthood you convinced him to return to the road while you stayed home. Happy to tend to the land and the animals.

Since the day you came into this world, you were blind. The world is a mystery to you in a way that only you will understand yet never really seek to change. You can see the world, albeit, in a different way. It doesn’t limit you or stunt your life. After all, you’ve never had sight, what on Nirn could you be missing?

The closest city being miles away had you living isolated, but you enjoyed it. No one to bother you or your animals.

And the walk to the city to sell your wares is always enjoyable.

Having enough to live comfortably and always saving up to prepare your father a fresh, large, home cooked meal for when he returns. Always with a tale on his lips to tell. Of course, he would exaggerate a few things, painting the world in a large and exciting light.

But…

His last trip...you didn’t like it.

He had come home, muttering and whispering to himself, you being but an afterthought and the food even more so. Picking at little as he flips through a book. He has come home with books and papers before. So, what is it about this one that had his attention? During the night, you’d hear him rummage for a pen and paper, scribbling away before ripping up the freshly used paper. Cursing and grinding his teeth.

This went on for days. You delayed your trip to the city to try and care for your father as you fear he is sick, or has been struck with madness.

These worries only seemed to confirm your fear of madness as this night he stormed into your room. Quickly you sat up from your bed, opening your mouth to say...something before you felt the book he had brought home being dropped on your lap. It was heavy and it smelt old and inky. You scrunched up your nose for only a second before you went to push the large, heavy book off. Only to have your muttering father grab the back of your head and force you to face the book. Being so close, you could hear what he muttered.

“Just look at the damn thing! Look at it speak! Those dark secrets that crawl through your brain. They know, they know too much! The words won’t shut up.”

He sounded mad.

He grabbed your face, forcing you to face him, letting you know that he was growing angry. At you, at the book. “Focus you stupid child! Look at the book and tell me! Tell me it’s dark, black words and promises of knowledge.” You didn’t try to get out of his tightening grasps as tears bubbled in your eyes. He was mad! Mind tossed about! You stuttered, “You know I can’t read what is written down.” You stated, placing your hands over his, hoping to bring some sanity back to him. But he pulled his hands away, scratching at his chin; Hearing his nails against the scruffiness of his beard. “I know, but maybe blind eyes can see what crawls through the pages and into the mind.” He got off your bed, mumbling about how you should stay put and read and he’ll go get something to write with. Wanting you to tell him what you’d see in the book.

Your tears fell, rolling down your cheeks as you shook with only worry.

He was mad, your poor father has gone mad!

And this book was to blame.

You face the heavy literature in your lap, the worry for your father only being matched by the quickly growing anger for this book. You may not know what is bringing him this madness, you will rip this book to shred to rid him of its burden. You tossed the book open, quick to grab a chunk of the pages before suddenly, something thick, warm and smooth wrapped around you before you felt a pull. One that was too strong for you to fight and to fast for you to fully understand what was happening.

You felt yourself falling, only given a moment to brace for impact. Hiting hard ground, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

Of course it wasn’t a normal book, of course magic had to be involved.

By the divines you will strangle whoever wrote that book and rip it to shreds once you have your hands on it. You got up, pushing yourself onto your feet, dusting off and straightening up your nightwear. Wherever you were, it smelled like an old library and fish. You could hear the faint sounds of books and paper fluttering. Taking a few careful steps forward, you had to think of a way out of here, knowing well that you were no longer in your room. But this place sounded rather vast and empty, it may take a bit to find the way out. Hopefully, magic wasn’t needed, you don’t know a thing about the arcane arts.

A few more steps before a voice boomed above you.

“Mortal”

You turned your sightless gaze upwards.

“You dare use your hands to try and rid Nirn of one of my...many black books?” The voice was masculine, deep, and slow. “I’d burn it if I must.” You stated, calmly as you spoke only truth. “Such written words have driven my father mad, if your book is the cause, I will leave only shreds of it behind. Hell be my punishment if I don’t.”  The being gave a chuckle, just as deep and as slow as his voice.

“Mortals cannot handle the pool of knowledge when they peek into my books. Madness will fall to those...who....are burdened with what they...are not meant to know” He sounded rather proud of that fact; and it made your blood boil. “Then I demand to know the owner of these books, so I can send you to an unwelcome afterlife.” here you do not stutter as you stand your ground. Ready to take on, whoever this was.

For a minute or two, there was no answer. This being thinking on if you should even know that fact, but seeing you so proud and determined, had him play with many plans and ideas into his head.

You hear him inhale, “Little mortal, I am...Hermaeus Mora.”

For a moment, you were taken off guard, not expecting to have this be the fault of a deadric prince. He seemed to catch your surprise, chuckling darkly as you shook your head and returned to just being angry at him. You don’t care who this was, he was driving your father mad, therefore, he’s going to pay. “Rid my father of your madness.” You demanded, not backing down as you kept facing him, an expression showing how you will not be intimidated. But it was all you could do, knowing that in this moment you are at a disadvantage and the prince of knowledge knew that too.

But he was more than amused by you, and there was little he could do that he normally would to any other mortal. After all, you are blind, anything written down here is useless to you and just killing you won’t be as fun. After all, not everyone makes such a...humble demand. Normally they beg or plead. For power, for knowledge. But you, you seem to be a bit of an oddity.

And Mora, he is such a collector of oddities.

Maybe he’ll keep you.

“Mind your tongue...mortal. I am the master of this realm...your life is in...my hands.” You could tell he was being smug. So very smug. “I will be loose with my tongue, you are no master of me.” Your voice echoed with challenge and determination. You will not watch what you say, nor will you be polite.

But, it seemed he plans on answering your challenge as you feel the ground under you disappear, sending you falling yet again. Landing this time, one a pile of books that you end up knocking over. That hurt. For a moment you were still, back aching from that sudden fall. Only slowly sitting up and rubbing your tailbone, moving to sit on your knees before you hear the sound of a book closing and someone getting up from their chair.

Footsteps moving closer to you before they stopped, just shy in front of you as Mora spoke again. “Keep an eye on this one...Miraak.”

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✾A.J.- Like a Teen Again?☼✶

Master list

Words: 2968

Warnings: masturbation, overstim, bit o’ begging, smut

Pairing: Amajiki Tamaki x FEM!reader

Summary: Tamaki gets hit with some sort of mood enhancement quirk, and it’s effects are questionable 

===NSFW BELOW THE CUT===

You weren't totally caught up on Tamaki's situation, but you did know his predicament revolved around a mood type quirk. You didn't know what to expect when you arrived at the hospital he was in. Apparently he was in great physical condition, which didn't really shock you. It also didn't shock you when Tamaki was leaning his forehead against the hospital wall, and you had to reassure the nurses that this was normal.

He was let out soon after you arrived, and the doctor filled in more of the details.

"This quirk isn't powerful," the doctor explained, "Just enhances Amajiki-kun's emotions; his moods are that of a fifteen year-old boy, basically."

You nodded along, not worrying too much about Tamaki. He would just be a bit more nervous and worrisome than usual; he'd have to take a few days off to recuperate. The doctor prescribed some medication if it got really bad.

"—typical teens have sudden waves of depression, so if he shows any serious symptoms he should take one of these in the morning. You shouldn't need to use them, but it's better to be safe than sorry," the doctor smiled, handing you a small vile of what you assumed to be anti-depressants.

You thanked the doctor, and Tamaki just gave a stiff nod as he followed you out of the building.

"I-I don't feel particularly different..." Tamaki stuttered, curling his pinky with yours.

"You just seem a bit off, is all," you flashed him a smile.

"Uh- hn," he stammered, his face flushing a bright pink. You didn't think much of it when you hopped into the car with Tamaki, but you did have to help him with his seatbelt because his hands were shaking.

"Why are you so shaky, Tami?" You placed your hand on his, and his eyes widened and he seemed to freeze.

"—uh, um. Ghn," Tamaki sputtered, his cheeks becoming impossibly redder. "S-so... so... you're so hot!"

Your jaw hit the floor, and you analyzed his terrified expression. He didn't mean to say that, you realized. Was he.. really like a teenage boy right now?

"I- oh my g-god. I didn't- I, I'm so sorry," Tamaki whimpered quietly, tears forming in his eyes.

"Oh butterfly, don't cry!" You leaned forward and cupped his face in your hands. "It's ok for you to say that, I'm your girlfriend, bub."

You bit your lip trying to think of what Tamaki was like in his first year of UA. How should you comfort him? Has he always been like this?

"O-ok," he gulped, wiping away his tears.

He was silent the rest of the way home, staring out of the window and probably overthinking what he did two minutes ago. His cape surrounded him like a blanket, and his face was hidden in his hood. Damn, was he really like this all the time? You wondered.

Tamaki practically ran out of the car when you finally got to the apartment, hardly waiting for you as he strode up the stairs to your guys' room. You caught up to him a few moments later, and he stood at the door waiting for you to unlock it.

"I would ask 'what has gotten into you?', but I already know," you said as you let him in.

"Y-you do?!" Tamaki sweat dropped, and he looked as though he was going to faint.

"Tami," you deadpanned, hanging up your coat, "not twenty minutes ago did the doctor explain to me your state of mind."

"Oh, r-right," Tamaki whispered, scratching the back of his neck. "I-I'll just be in o-our room."

You watched, flabbergasted, as he disappeared into your room, not quite closing the door behind him. Aaaalrighty then.

After you started prepping dinner, you realized that you probably shouldn't leave Tamaki alone for too long, incase something happened. You quickly finished chopping the carrots, and put down the knife. You hung up your apron and opened the door to your room a crack. Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull; there Tamaki was in all his glory, hero outfit stripped to the floor, sprawled out on the bed with his hand on his cock.

"B-bunny~ p-please, oh you feel so good," he whimpered, eyes scrunched tightly shut.

Oh. Now this was a rare sight. Tamaki was usually very careful to not masturbate with you in the house, fearing that you would be disappointed that he didn't just come to you instead, (Only when you walked in on him and he started crying did you realize how he felt; integrating mutual masturbation into your sex life made him feel better about doing it).

"Oh fuck, y/n," Tamaki stumbled, his toes curling. "S-so good~ your hands— so.. good."

You couldn't help but walk in and close the door behind you. The sound of your arrival startled Tamaki, and his face reddened yet again, "I-I... uh.."

"It's ok Tami," you purred, edging closer to the bed. "Do you want me to... touch you?"

Tamaki could only nod, shock still in his eyes. He gulped as you crawled towards him on the bed, taking off your shirt and reaching out your hand to his cock. His head threw back once you teased a finger along his length, fisting the bedsheets under him, "I-I'm close."

You didn't tease Tamaki, instead you encouraged him, "c'mon, Butterfly. Come for me."

You gripped him loosely, using your other hand to gently rake your nails up and down his chest. His breath quickened, and his eyes hid behind his hair, trying to conceal his desperate state. You flicked your wrist in the way you knew he liked, and he came with a long groan. You licked his cum off your hand and his chest, not breaking eye contact with his awed expression.

"I'm sorry!" Tamaki squeaked, sitting up and pressing his knees to his chest. "I didn't— I just— I c-came super fast, a-and that was r-really weird and e-embarrassing-."

"Tama, baby, it's alright," you comforted, scooting closer to rest a hand on his exposed knee. "I'm always honoured whenever I make you cum. Doesn't matter how quick."

Tamaki peeked up at you through his hair, and gave you a shaky smile, face heating up considerably. You saw his eyes widen, and you knew immediately that he was getting hard again. Tamaki squeezed his legs closer together, attempting to hide his growing erection.

You leaned down to whisper in his ear, "let me finish making dinner, and after we eat I'm all yours for the night."

Tamaki's breath hitched softly, and he gave you a slight nod, gulping down his nerves. You rubbed his knee before standing up and walking towards the bedroom door. He let out a hefty sigh once you closed the door as you left, relaxing his legs and running his fingers through his hair.

He couldn't help but feel guilty. He was the horniest he'd been since high school, and he didn't know how to cope. It was so sudden, and his body was so overwhelmed with feeling. He tried to relax and close his eyes, waiting for you to be done with dinner.

Tamaki padded down the short hallway, now clothed with sweatpants and a T-shirt, to eat with you. He rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes, the short nap he had taken made him feel a tad bit better.

"Hey, Butterfly!" You cheered from the sink, a dishcloth on your shoulder, "dinner is just on the table. I'll be there in a sec."

"Thank you, Bunny," Tamaki blushed, pulling out a chair to sit in. "I-It smells really good."

You hung up your cloth and smiled at him brightly, "of course, Tama-chan!"

You steered over to the table, (hair askew, and) some flour on your cheek. Tamaki couldn't help but admire your slightly disheveled appearance; he felt wrong to think of such lewd things at your flushed face. He felt his own cheeks heat up again, and bowed his head down to his meal.

Tamaki listened to you ramble about your day, a small smile adorning his face at your enthusiasm. He couldn't finish his food, too flustered about what was to come later. "let me finish making dinner, and after we eat I'm all yours for the night." He shuttered at your words, sort of restless and impatient.

You giggled at your spot by the sink, watching Tamaki drown in his thoughts as you slowly started to undress. He hadn't even realized that you took his plate from him, chopsticks still in his hand. Once you were completely naked, you tied the apron back on and continued cleaning the dishes.

A clatter from Tamaki's chopsticks sounded a few minutes later, and you assumed that he had finally come back to his senses, "can you pass me your cup and chopsticks please, Tami?"

You could practically feel the heat radiating off of Tamaki from behind you, his utensils being placed beside you on the counter. You took a few more minutes to clean up, enjoying the tension in the air. When you finally turned around to face Tamaki, it was like he'd hardly moved. He was leaning against the table, cheeks completely red, head bowed to the floor, and a raging hard-on in his pants.

"Don't you have room for a little dessert, Tama?" You teased, leaning your forearms behind you on the countertop.

You saw him visibly gulp, and nervously look up to you. His knuckles were white, still gripping the edge of the table. Usually he wouldn't be too scared to step closer and engage in a kiss, but tonight was different. You had to initiate. You slowly walked towards him, reaching out a hand to lay on his shoulder. He was tense under your gaze, and looked to the floor again.

"B-bunny, I-I-," Tamaki shook. "I'm s-so overwhelmed. I'm so- t-turned.. on. I can barely function."

"Just try and relax, Butterfly," you cooed, stroking his cheek. "How about we start off here, by the table, hmm?"

Tamaki's eyes met yours, wide and dilated. He gave a stout nod, and swallowed harshly. You guided your hands to his hips, signalling him to sit on the table. He did as he was told, now around the same hight as you. You grasped his shirt with one hand and leaned in to kiss him, causing Tamaki to let out a muffled sob. A little bit of sanity came back to him and he wrapped his arms around you, eagerly deepening the kiss.

Your hand inched lower, hovering over his sweatpants' strings. Tamaki chirped when you grazed over his cock, bucking his hips up in an attempt to get more friction. You could feel him begin to pull away, prepared to apologize, but your other hand came up and fisted the back of his head, forcing him to stay put. Tamaki whined loudly, his crotch bucking up continuously to make contact with your hand. With another rut of his hips he let out a glut of groans and whimpers, desperately clinging to your figure.

You pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, and you peered down to examine Tamaki's stained pants.

"Oh Bu-Bunny~" Tamaki said in a daze, head lolling to the side.

"Second time today, huh?" You ribbed, patting the wet spot with the pad of your finger.

"N-no," Tamaki shook his head. "Third time. I-I had a wet dream after you left and I took a n-nap."

You grinned at him, marvelling at the afterglow on his flushed face, "hm, maybe we won't even need to continue~."

"W-wait," Tamaki's eyes widened desperately, "I- I can go a few m-more rounds. Please."

You bit your lip at his puppy-dog eyes, pretending to think about his plea, "well, I don't see why not. You do have tomorrow off..."

"Thank y-you, Bunny," Tamaki cracked a wobbly smile, "I love you..."

"I love you too, my little Butterfly~," you kissed the tip of his nose, "y'think you can come to the bedroom with me?"

Tamaki nodded, hungrily licking his lips. You guided him to your room, hand interlocked with his, and lay him down on the bed. He was already semi-hard again, grasping the sheets beside him. He looked at you longingly as you slowly unraveled your apron, taking care to fold it neatly and setting it on your dresser.

Even though you stood butt naked in front of him, you still felt powerful from his zealous gaze. You took a slow turn, walking towards the dresser and pulling out a tube of lube. You placed it on the bedside table and went back to Tamaki. His chest rose and fell unevenly, elated from his past orgasms. His wide eyes watched as you slowly dragged down his soiled sweatpants, stuttering nonsense when you saw that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"I-it was just, um. I, uh— well, y'see.." Tamaki rambled.

"S' ok, Butterfly," you soothed, throwing his pants in the laundry basket. "I was wondering why you looked so much more delicious this evening."

Tamaki whined when you gripped his tumescent cock, gleaming with leftover cum, "I-I'm so sensitive. It almost hurts, b-but I want more. So, so b-bad, bunny."

"Hm, how about I fuck you real good? How's that sound?" You asked, picking up the pace of your pumps.

Tamaki nodded eagerly, "yesyesyesyesyess pl-please."

You sat up and positioned yourself above his twitching cock, eager for his gorgeous moans and whines. You slowly dropped your hips, quickly adjusting to his size, and bottomed out.

"F-fuck, bunny," Tamaki cried, throwing his head back against his pillow. "You feel so-ho good!"

Tamaki's indigo halo of hair was spread out; sheening with his sweat. He looked dazed, his body sprawled out on the bed, and his thighs slightly sticky with cum. He sobbed in pleasure as he watched you bounce on his cock, his hands were too weak to even grip the sheets underneath him. He rubbed his hands along your thighs and waist, squeaking out moans and jumbled sentences.

"You look so pretty like this, Butterfly," you lulled, swaying your hips in teasing motions, "you're doing so well, baby. I love you."

"Iloveyoutoo~!" Tamaki griped in reply, hardly able to decipher your words. He felt like he was wrapped in a cocoon of clouds and pleasure. Is that what they mean by 'cloud 9'? He didn't have enough brainpower to think about that; or much of anything, really.

You reached over and grabbed your vibrator, having a feeling that you wouldn't be able to come from the slow pace you were set at for Tamaki. Soft buzzing filled the room as you pressed the button a few times, and you pressed it to your clit.

"Feels so good, Tama," you moaned deeply, trying to egg him on.

He seemed to stir, eyebrows scrunching up, and letting out a small whimper. Tamaki honestly felt like he was dreaming, or maybe even in Heaven. He squinted his eyes open, gazing at your blurry figure riding him. He weakly bucked his hips up, wanting you to bounce harder.

"Please," he whispered, "h-hard— harder."

You did as he wished, laying the vibrator on his stomach so you could get more leverage. Your pussy clenched deliciously around Tamaki's cock whenever your clit made contact with the vibrator, practically forcing groans and whimpers out of Tamaki.

He felt his abs clench once again, alerting him that he was close. Again. His abs were sore as hell, but he still wanted more. He wanted you to absolutely ruin him, ride him into oblivion, and milk him completely dry of his cum. Your pussy felt so good, and he thought he could feel his tongue lull out of his mouth. So... good...

A long keen left your lips as you watched Tamaki's face contort in pleasure. He was so fucked out, babbling pleads and whines. You scrambled for your phone, still riding him, and snapped a few pictures. Your little Butterfly was so hot.

You gripped the vibrator again, pressing it against your delicate clit, desperately chasing the upcoming high. "You're being so good for me, Tama. Come again with me. You can do it."

Even though your voice was muffled, your words urged him on. Tamaki nodded helplessly, not sure whether he was sobbing or moaning, (probably both).

"Please, Bunny," he tried to call. "Cum. Want you to cum on m-my cock."

"Fuck!" You exclaimed, rocking your hips faster. "Oh fuck, Tamaki. So good, so good~"

Tamaki couldn't tell if he was coming once again, or if he was just feeling really good. He heaved out a sharp whine, squirming and bucking up from under you. Yeah, he was coming again.

"Yes!" You hollered, eyes rolling back and legs uncontrollably shaking. "Yesyesyesyesssss~ Ta-ma-kiiiiii."

"Thank you thank you thank you," he pleaded, vision turning white and fuzzy. "I- cum- I came so h-ard."

You switched off the vibrator, and tossed it on the bed. You weakly lifted yourself off of Tamaki's now soft dick, a few glops of cum falling onto his stomach. Tamaki was a trembling mess, whimpering 'thank you''s, and 'let me come one more time'. You sneakily snapped a picture before rushing off to grab a warm soapy cloth.

"How are you feeling, Butterfly?" You soothed the cloth carefully around his pelvic area, cleaning up dried cum and sweat.

"A-again?" He mumbled weakly. "Please?"

"No, not until you rest up. You're over your limit and you're way too out of it to be thinking clearly," you explained, wiping his face clean of drool and sweat, "I'll get you some water and then we can cuddle."

He nodded weakly as you left for the kitchen, and you made a mental note to phone the doctor that you were pretty sure this wasn't any normal mood quirk Tamaki was hit with.

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