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tender-rosiey · 3 months

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What would happen if gojo has 2 babies? And they both start crying at the same time and poor gojo has to find a solution in this situation 🥲 his younger baby that is only months old starts crying which makes the older sibling that's 2 years older wake up and starts crying 😭

little voice — gojo satoru x f!reader

you’re on a girls’ vacation. it’s okay. it’s cool.

but it isn’t.

throughout his entire life of fighting curses, emotional trauma, technique training, and unending migraines, he has never felt so much stress like he does right now.

his two kids are truly angels: full of kindness, compassion and—as expected of a child of gojo satoru—full of mischief.

they also share the same amount of love he has for you and, of course, even more. so separate two kids who adore their mother and you get chaos.

satoru just found out that the one who keeps the balance in the house is you, and thinking back about it, it should’ve been obvious because everyone in this house listens to you.

for example, one time when you were out on a simple visit to nanami to take some of the sweet bread he has, you had strictly told satoru to put the two kids to sleep at 8:30 exactly.

he thought it’s too early, but then you explained to him that s/n sleeping gave him time and freedom to look after your baby daughter who was, admittedly, a handful that would not sleep unless she was carried.

so satoru obediently listened, or at least he tried to.

a shameful failed trial at that.

in his defense, what was he supposed to do when s/n gave him puppy eyes asked for a mere 10 minutes more, say no? of course not!

so, like the great father he is, he gave him a couple more minutes, and nothing will make satoru regret his decision since to him his son’s smile is worth the world.

…except maybe the chandelier that is now on the floor and his precious baby daughter who just took one the biggest poops he has known of and his son who is panicking about how to clean this mess before you come home.

and come home you did and to all this mess.

swiftly, you picked up your daughter and changed her diaper, even making her giggle and squeal in between.

then you hugged your son and cleaned up the shattered glass together and disposed of the chandelier. lastly, you stood in front of your husband with a big frown after you’ve put the kids to sleep.

satoru could swear that he couldn’t fall more in love with you. hell, he could even twirl you around and kiss you breathless, but he feels like that would just lead him to the couch.

so he works to butter you up first before trying anything, “hey my sweet cute honeypie—“

you simply quirk an eyebrow.

and he falls to his knees, “I am sorry! I just couldn’t resist his puppy eyes! you should’ve seen them; he looked so cute!”

“I saw them a million times before he was even born, ‘toru.”

your husband gasps, “how!?”

“our son is an exact copy of you, sweetie.”

so yeah that was one of too many times, and if it isn’t apparent that you are the mediator then satoru wants to let the world know that even his students listen to you.

like that one time at school when the first years were caught up fighting with each other, the second years were trying to pull them apart, and satoru was too busy cackling at them while holding d/n that no one noticed panda’s little tail being—god knows why—on fire, not even panda himself.

that was until your precious son tugged at your husband’s shirt and pointed at panda, saying a simple sentence (phrase), “papa, panda fire.”

satoru’s eyes zero on panda then they widen, before he gapes, “oh shit, you’re right!”

“bad word!”

“sorry!”

however, despite satoru almost bolting to put out the fire, panda was finally able to smell it and hummed, “something’s being cooked.” then he looked at his tail, “oh it’s me.”

hit the panic button.

“I am being cooked!” he screams and starts running around, “panda meat doesn’t taste good; I promise!”

the rest start running after him with the intention to help, but panda could only translate it into one thing as he screamed, “don’t eat me!!”

“no one is gonna eat you, dumbass!!” maki yelled but to no avail as no one could get to the panicked panda.

your husband is running as well, half taking photos and videos and half ensuring that d/n does not fall from his hands—considering how she keeps giggling, squealing, and wriggling her entire body.

ijichi took matters into his own hands and called the only person he knows will be able to solve this.

“hello?”

“panda is on fire, the kids are running after him, and gojo is just recording!” he wails, eyes frantically following said people then straying to a particularly small person, “also s/n is trying to eat the grass.”

“what?!”

and like lightning, you’re on the field. you lightly scold s/n and tell him to cover his ears.

you turn to the walking fire hazard and scream, “everyone stop! and panda get over here!”

“yes ma’am!”

he stands still in front of you, almost ignoring his ‘fiery’ tail. you effectively put it out and ruffle his fur until he calms down. the others take turns in greeting you and getting their daily dose of motherly hugs.

your son sprints to you and holds onto your leg, refusing to let go.

and they all make way for the star of the show: the all-mighty gojo satoru.

he beams, “wifey, yet again you save the day!”

he easily picks up s/n and pulls the four of you into one big hug. he rubs his cheek against yours, “have I told you how much I love you?”

“I was gone for 3 minutes.”

“I haven’t?!” he gasps, completely ignoring you, “I am a terrible husband!”

he sobs and starts slowly melting to the ground where he believes a ‘disrespectful, good-for-nothing husband who doesn’t tell his wife just how much he loves her’.

anyway, back to the present. the kids have been miraculously put to sleep—a process that satoru does not have the time nor the energy to describe.

when he stops ‘reminiscing ‘, he starts paling at the fact that all of these were mere examples of things going wrong without you, and you were in the freaking area.

now, you’re not 10 steps away, and satoru is feeling very threatened.

he is sprawled out on the couch, eye bags ever so prominent. he sighs and lets his head fall back, grateful for the silence that fills the house, but he hates it at the same time.

satoru was never fond of silence—the type that feels so heavy on the heart—even when he was a teenager. it gives space and time to think about all the things he is desperate to avoid.

he did eventually come to love silence but only the silence that accompanies the times he spends with you, but that’s a story for another time though.

opening his eyes, he looks around and his gaze lands on your recent family photo. his smile is almost instantaneous.

if there’s anything he will rub in suguru’s face when they meet is that he managed to score himself such a lovely wife and an adoring family, a real family. he mentally writes a plus one on the score chart between him and suguru then relaxes.

he would like to scurry to the bed where your scent still lingers, but his fatigue has simply chained him to the couch—he is overreacting you’re only gone for three days.

so, he decides, it’s time to rest and hope for a dream where he gets to hold you and live with his longing until he can feel your lips against his skin again.

the great gojo satoru closes his eyes and welcomes his slumber.

that is until, his little sweetheart decides to breakout into a wail, effectively causing her dad’s eyes to snap open.

he jumps to his feet and sprints to her room, “d/n, what’s wrong, honey?”

he softly cradles her in his—gigantic—arms and starts rocking her slowly. “it’s okay; papa’s here,” he murmurs in hopes of calming down, but his daughter doesn’t register his voice yet.

she can, however, feel his all too familiar chest against her cheek, so she grips at it tightly and continues crying.

satoru’s expression is full of distress, and his heart contracts painfully at how his daughter’s cries. then it’s almost like the entire world is against him right now because he also starts to hear small little sniffles from the door of the room.

your husband looks back to find his son dragging his teddy bear with him in one hand and in another, trying to wipe his tears as much as possible.

your husband quickly shifts d/n into one arm and leads s/n into him with the other. your son nuzzles into his dad’s chest and murmurs, “I want mama.”

almost like she understands the mention of you, she calms down a tiny bit and her hands start reaching for the air—reaching for you.

satoru slides down to the ground and pulls them both into his chest, and he starts rubbing s/n’s shoulder and kisses the top of his head and sighs, “me too, s/n, but, hey, we are strong and capable, so we have to hold on until she comes home, right?”

a little sniffle escapes s/n as he nods before saying a soft, “yeah.”

satoru smiles and ruffles his hair, “that’s my champ.”

s/n lets out a little smile and snuggles into his dad’s embrace.

so satoru shifts his attention to the sniffling baby in his arm, he frowns, “now what are we going to do with you, little missy?”

your son purses his lips for a moment, before placing the teddy bear in his hands into his little sister’s tiny arms. curiosity takes over for a moment, and she starts exploring the new item.

then s/n presses on the teddy bear’s chest and it plays a little voice message from you:

“hey sweetie! mama loves you, so don’t worry about those nightmares! I am always here.”

your daughter’s eyes shine and she hugs the teddy as much as possible and utters a small, “ma!”

satoru blinks owlishly then looks at s/n with smile, “so you had that all along?”

s/n nods slowly and holds into his father tighter, obviously getting tired and getting ready to sleep. satoru would love to say the same about his other angel but—oh she fell asleep.

looks like all it took was a little listen to your voice.

he will probably make you record a thousand voice messages when you come back and make you get him his own special build-a-bear as well cause what the hell? what about your husband?

he shakes the thought away, realizing that he can finally fall asleep, albeit on the floor.

with no blanket.

no pillow.

not even his favorite cushion.

but he wasn’t raised to be ungrateful, so he will take what he can get. he will simply make up for lost sleep when you’re back. it will feel better that way in any case.

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run2gyuz · 4 months

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★𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙀𝙣𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 ★

Enhypen x fem!reader

𝘼/𝙉: TY FOR OVER 300 VOTES?

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: exhibitionism, overstimulation, brat taming, phone sex, mention of pornography, masterbation, somnophilia, pull out method (put a rubber on it guys!), oral fixation, cum eating (one line), Hoon cums in his pants, edging, dacryphilia

𝙬𝙘: 1069 :p

MINORS DNI

★ 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙬𝙤𝙣 ★

~ exhibitionism

HEAR ME OUT OKAY… I feel like it wouldn’t be hardcore, but if someone walked in on the two of you he’d definitely cum harder than usual :p I feel like he’d fuck you in his room when he knows you’ll be loud and his members can hear you, relishing in the way they’d all know just how good he fucks you. Or in the sitting room at night, knowing Jay was due home any minute now. Jungwon would also love it when you’d fuck in public, but only slightly hidden from other people, like the bathroom in the airport, the changing room in a store, or his personal favourite, the corner of a club, knowing full well that the guy who was shamelessly flirting with you was now trying not to pull out his dick at the sight of Jungwon ruining you.

★ 𝙃𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜 ★

~ overstimulation

Like I can imagine you being a brat gf who just wants to be edged and cum so hard so you tease him all day, hoping that when you both got home he would fuck you until you came so hard you saw white. The boy wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly what you were playing at, fucking you like you wanted, and as he felt you reach your orgasm, instead of slowing down like you expected he carried on fucking you hard, letting you cum around him. If you wanted to cum he was going to make sure you did just that, pounding into you post release, bringing his hand down to rub at your clit. You attempted to push him away telling him it was too much, but he only smirked, leaning down to whisper, “you wanted me to edge you right? So you tried to rile me up? Such a slut, you’re gonna cum again and again until I’ve decided you’ve learnt your lesson okay?”. Heeseung’d do just that, fucking you until you were crying, close to passing out from overstimulation.

★ 𝙅𝙖𝙮 ★

~ phone sex

I feel like before the two of you we’re together Jay watched porn a lot, not like he was obsessed or anything, he just needed some motivation. But why would he watch anyone else when he had you in front of him? But due to his work he was away a lot, but because you were such a wonderful girlfriend, you’d post pictures of yourself on your instagram knowing that they’d rile him up. You’d get a call at 3am, expecting to see your cute boys face, only to be met with Jays fucked out face, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. “can’t cum,” is all he’d mutter before turning the screen around so you could see his aching cock. “You want me to help you baby?” You’d question as you intently watched Jay helplessly fist at his dick. He’d mumble a yes, whining and picking up the speed of his movements as he watched you massage one of your tits, other hand going down to your core. Why would Jay ever watch porn when you were one call away?

★ 𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚 ★

~ somnophilia

Jake gives me the vibes that he’d always get horny in the morning, the sight of your sleeping figure getting him horny. He felt a bit guilty but you were just so beautiful. He wouldn’t want to wake his pretty little girl so he’d tug at his cock, biting his lip as not to wake you with his sinful act, mind going wild at the sliver of stomach he could spot, you looked so innocent :( Once he let out a particularly large groan, accidentally waking you, the quiet, “Jakey?” You let out sending him over the edge as spurts of cum found their place all over his hand and thighs. The boy looked at you with panic, “m’ sorry baby, can’t help it when you look so pretty,”. You’d then tell him that next time he wakes up horny he can fuck you, you really didn’t mind, just wanted to make him feel good. He’d make sure you were sure, silently screaming at the thought of fucking you awake. The next time he woke up with a hard on, he wasted no time shoving his dick inside of you, pushing your night shirt up to reveal your perfect tits. And you know what, waking up to Jake cumming over your tits wasn’t bad at all.

★ 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣 ★

~ oral fixation

Sunghoon has such pretty hands, why wouldn’t he want them to always be in your mouth. He always finds some excuse to put his hands in your mouth, mind spinning at the feeling of your tongue sliding against his didgets, the face you give him when your shamelessly sucking his slender fingers. Not just during sex are his fingers finding their place in your warm mouth. Got some food on his hand? In your mouth. Cut his finger? In your mouth. You came on his fingers? “Open wide baby, want you to taste how sweet you are,”Horny? In your mouth. You’re being to loud? In your mouth, “gotta be quiet baby, just suck on my fingers and don’t make noise mk? Don’t want Jake hearing what’s mine do we?”. Just the feeling of your lips around his fingers is enough to make Sunghoon cum in his pants, which he won’t deny happening before.

★ 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤 ★

~ dacryphilia

I’m not going to lie I get hard dom vibes from Sunoo, Ik he’s like the sweetest cutest person ever, but the sassy side of him makes me think he’d be so unfair! Like he’d edge you until all you could think of was his cock, you’ve been begging for hours, tears falling from your eyes as he pounded you to your edge for the nth time. “Please Sunoo, just wanna cum,” you’d choke out. Sunoo snickered, you looked so pretty, sobs leaving your body, inflating his already huge ego, he made you feel so good you cried? Damn. “You wanna cum? You should have just asked pretty girl? Go on, cum for me yeah?”. Your body would shake underneath him, ignoring the fact that he was teasing you again. Your cunt pulsated around his painfully hard cock, as you let out one of the most beautiful noises Sunoo had ever heard, sobs leaving your body once more. Sunoo brought his hand down to your face, wiping away your tears all while chasing his orgasm and helping you ride out yours. Finally cumming over your stomach mumbling, “so pretty when you cry,”.

𝘼/𝙉: like + reblog pls <3 requests are open! :)

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charles-eclair16 · 11 months

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Night after Night: Charles Leclerc

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!singer reader

Genre: Fluff🌥️ hints of sex?

About: when you release a song and the chaos it creates or the hardest launch ever

Your_username

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Your_username: Night after Night releasing tomorrow at 8pm. This song is honestly very different from all the songs I've ever written and I hope you guys would love it just as much as me ;⁠) also a surprise guest for you guys☺️

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Username06: what the fuck?! You cannot just drop this on us!?!

User: the scream I let out! I fell on my knees

Ynfan: is this about sex? Why does it give smexy times vibes

Lovergirl: what if the surprise guest is the man she's been soft launching?

↪️Ynismyreligion: as if! We know nothing about the man apart from he's got dark hair and freckles on his back

↪️Lovergirl: the man in the photo has freckles just saying!

User: bestie wake up mother is back!!

Ynismyreligion: I can't wait for the song!! It's been so long❤️❤️

Fangirl16: Ariana( charles) what are you doing here?!

Ynismymom: who is that man? And why does it look familiar?!

Mybabygirl: Why do I feel like we're going to lose our mind because of this song?!

Badgirlriri: can't wait💙

↪️Your_username: I love youuu❤️

F1obssessed: charles liked this?

↪️Yourfan: who?

↪️Fangirlcl: he's a formula 1 driver.

↪️Formula1fan: girl you're overreacting he could be a fan🤦

↪️F1fan: you're reaching

↪️Smoothoperator: the freakles do look like him

↪️F1fan: and you know this because?

↪️Fangirl16: girl I'm telling you that's Charles like I would bet my life on this

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↪️Formula1fan: what the fuck?! Pierre liked.

↪️F1fan: that man likes anything doesn't mean that's Charles

↪️ Georgerusselfan: you guys can think he can pull a baddie like her? Like be real guys

Charles_leclerc

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Charles_leclerc: Surprise? Hope you guys enjoyed the music video as much as we enjoyed filming it ;⁠) Baby I'm so proud of you♥️ and I'm so lucky to be loved by you...these months have been amazing with you by my side. I love you 😘 ps- did I make a good actor?

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F1fan: this is the hardest launch ever

Pierregasly: you sure did practice a lot

↪️Likedbygasly: lmao pierre

↪️Ynfan09: spill the tea gasly

Carlossainz55: I still can't believe the song is written about you

↪️Vettelfan: carlos💀

Landonorris: I so not needed to hear that

↪️Ynismyreligion: Lando😭😭

↪️Ynismylove: exactly there are children here

User: I like how she dropped one song and the F1 twitter was in shambles

Username05: Monday Tuesday Wednesday... Now the only thing I will remember is Charles giving yn the ride of her life

Fangirl16: the song has been stuck in my mind

LewisHamilton: Nice song Charles♥️

Smoothoperator: the whole grid is gonna make fun of Charles

Maxverstappen1: Nice to know your weekly routine mate!

↪️Fanoff1: Lmao max💀

↪️Fangirl16: just tell us that you watched the mv for Charles max

Danielriccardo: Oh didn't know you had game mate

↪️Superfan02: us too Daniel us too

↪️Randomfan02: With a face like Charles I don't think you need a game his face is game enough

Alexalbon: Nice song mate. Practiced a lot?

Georgerussel: l love how the whole grid is ganging up on Charles

Likedbygasly: I wanna know who texted the groupchat first when the video dropped

Your_username: Thank you for being in the video babe♥️ couldn't have done it without you😘😘😘

↪️Pierregasly: obviously couldn't have done it without him😂

↪️Username05: Pierre💀💀

Your_username: I loveeeee you♥️♥️

Username06: they're so cute

Charles_leclerc: nobody is complimenting my acting🙃

↪️Pierregasly: what acting?

↪️Maxverstappen1: you ate her face the whole video?? Are we supposed to compliment your kissing abilities?

↪️Landonorris: as if we haven't seen you guys sucking each other's faces off enough

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babygorewhore · 3 months

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Caught

Simon Riley-Ghost Imagine

After a night of drinks, you find Ghost in a compromised position.

Warnings!Pervy! Ghost! Jerking off! Oral! Female receiving! Choking! Degrading! Unprotected sex! Light slapping! Light breeding kink!

You were celebrating after a successful mission, drinks all around and you were laughing at something Soap said, trying to hide the fact that you were watching Ghost through the corner of your eye.

Your crush on him started early on. You felt drawn to his stoic, sarcastic and somewhat arrogant Attitude. But he never gave away anything other than politeness to you. Sometimes he was stern, the Lieutenant bound by duty and leadership only wanted the best for his team. But you…you couldn’t help your feelings towards him.

Ghost wasn’t your opposite per say but he was harder to read. Sometimes he was so still it was difficult to tell if he was even breathing. He walked off suddenly, his wide back the only thing you saw as he disappeared. Most likely to go to his quarters.

“Stare much?” Soap teased and you blushed. And jerked your head to face the other man but your eyes lingered on the spot where Ghost had been standing.

“I wasn’t.” You immediately grow defensive and Soap scoffs but drops the subject. He knew better than to push you beyond your limits.

As the night went on and several drinks later, you stumbled down the small maze leading to your barrack. You were laughing at nothing but then a noise brought you to slow down.

It was faint but…it sounded like…moans? You blushed furiously when you realized someone was in…a compromising position. But the moaning was inside your room as you grew closer to your door. You growled. Someone was fucking in your room?? You opened the door slowly, not wanting to wake up the rest of the team when your eyes widened and your mouth parted. And you felt instantly sober.

Ghost was sitting on your bed. His legs were spread, pants pulled off with his black boxers around his big thighs. His shirt was lifted as his thick, heavy, purple tipped cock was wrapped around the black material of your favorite pair of panties. His hand was gripping his dick tightly, his knuckles taut as he rolled his hips into the motions, his breathing heavy and filled with low grunts.

You stood there for several seconds with a mix of emotions. What the fuck was happening? And then he started saying your name in a low rumble. His pelvis jerked against the panties.

Your entire drawer was rummaged through, your pillows, you could see the stains even in the dim light as they leaked with cum.

“Ghost!” You harshly whispered at him which caused him to jolt and immediately drop your underwear.

His mask was still on but his eyes revealed a horrified, guilty and dark expression. He scanned your body, taking in your uniform you still wore, fitted to every curve of your body and before centering on your breasts. You subconsciously covered them by folding your arms. You wanted to scream at him for the invasion but you refrained for two reasons. One, you didn’t want to wake everyone up and embarrass him and two. Seeing the guy you had a crush on fucking your underwear wasn’t exactly a bad sight. But still. What the hell was going on?

Ghost tucked away his cock by pulling up his boxers, his thick fingers flexing as he slowly stood up. He was much taller than you, especially since you weren’t wearing thick boots now. His broad shoulders were shrunken down, as if he was trying to appear smaller and less intimidating. It only half worked since you were still terrified of confronting him about his theft.

“Ahem. What are you doing? I know what you’re doing-but why were you doing it?” You hissed at him in a low whisper and he flinched. You breathed slower, trying to calm your nerves and assess the situation. Ghost stood like a statue, much different than his previous actions.

“Well?” You said, a little louder and set your hands on your hips. You took the opportunity to glance at your panties that were discarded on the floor. In the center was a wet patch of creamy fluid and you blushed furiously.

“I was-um-“ Ghost, the large, brutal leader was before you, stuttering his words feet away from you. You had a brief power exchange. You were now the one going to ask him direct questions with a cold sternness.

But secretly…you enjoyed this. You liked seeing him nervous and still. Afraid of your reaction for once. Your tongue felt thick and heavy in your mouth as he breathed shallowly. “Fucking hell.” He muttered before shifting away from you.

“Know you’re probably disgusted by me. Understand that. I would be…confused. But I can’t deny it anymore.” Ghosts' brown eyes settled on your face, looking for any signs of emotion to indicate what to say next. But your own features were masked by a scowl that you were using to draw him out. Make him admit to whatever he was feeling. You’d never get this chance again. You stepped forward, hands still on your hips and squeezing the bone. You raised an eyebrow, signaling him to finish his sentence.

“Thinking about ya. Wanting you. Been wanting you for ages now. This was as close as I could get. Figured you’d like it to be soap instead of me.” He situated himself, trying to move his erection away from you. “Stupid really. I should have known better. I shouldn’t haven’t stayed here.”

You were overwhelmed by his confession. But you shouldn’t have been. Even if Ghost did have feelings for you, why would he show it? He never revealed himself or showed any sort of vulnerability. You weren’t the exception in that regard. But the way he was staring at you with his deep set gaze, focused eyebrows made him look genuine with his statement. If he thought you wanted Soap, it was simply because you were comfortable with him as a friend. Ghost made you feel nervous and avoidant. Especially since you never imagined he’d feel the same way about you. Or fuck your panties for gods sake.

“Ghost. I’m not exactly sure how to respond to it other than honesty. I’m surprised with you. I’d never expect you to be here. Or to feel the same way.” You figured that was a decent middle ground.

His head snapped in your direction and you could see his mouth set in a line before he settled into a tense silence. You expected him to continue his sentiment but he didn’t. He just stood there. Staring at you. You wondered if maybe you misunderstood his intent was just to fuck you and you immediately wanted to curl in a ball. Oh god, what if you were wrong? So wrong.

“You have feelings for me.” This was a statement. Not a question from him. And your own stare widened imperceptibly and you swallowed, trying to dampen your suddenly dry mouth.

You weren’t sure how to respond. You didn’t want to repeat yourself for any chance of humiliation but you also couldn’t ignore his response. “Yes.” You kept your reply simple. Ghost remained still but his head moved to a slow, careful nod and he tapped his finger along his side. He seemed almost impatient with you.

You noticed his body move an inch closer, hearing his boots click on the ground and you realized he was still in his boxers. You were so focused on his face that you ignored his muscles. His wide shoulders, big arms, meaty hands that were covered in faint slick as he approached you with an eerie silence. Years of training made him able to walk without making noise but you looked up at him as his shoes nearly touched yours. You could see his bare chest moving up and down with determination.

“How long?”

“What?” You couldn’t hardly focus on anything but the heat radiating off him like a furnace. Ghost started to slouch, trying to shorten the distance between you both. His mouth twitched from underneath his mask.

“How. Long?” Ghost says. This time with more demand. His palms are pressed against his upper thighs. You started trembling. You weren’t going to get out of this without telling him the truth.

“Since I first saw you.” You replied quietly. “So. A while.”

Ghost nodded before sweeping over your features. Assessing you. Looking for a trace of a lie. His experience of interpreting facial expressions coming through. You felt like you were losing whatever power you had minutes ago.

You felt like you were invading his privacy. Instead of the other way around.

“Mhm.” He grunts.

You desperately want to reach forward but you’re still afraid. Afraid of rejection. Maybe he’ll put on his clothes and laugh at you.

You witness his hand start to raise, painfully slow as his warm fingers brush against your collar. Your eyebrows shit up as his palm then presses against your throat, his digits sliding around to cup your neck. His pressure was firm but you could break out if you truly wanted.

And you didn’t want to.

You bite your lip as his other hand comes to rest on your waist.

“Take it off.” His tone is curt. And you hesitate before fumbling to unbutton your shirt before he shakes his head sharply.

“My mask. Take it off.”

Your stomach dropped at his request. Goosebumps prickled your arms underneath your clothes. Your position with him, so vulnerable as he was holding your neck. He could so easily hurt you, his enormous strength and tactical approach with combat. And now he wanted to show you his face. Something he never did. You’d heard rumors. That he was handsome beyond measure. And he never denied it. Your hands found his mask, fingers shaking as you carefully unhooked it from around his ears. You peeled off the fabric, showing his face and you gasped.

Ghost had a sharp jawline, downturned medium sized lips, a nose that was almost as clean cut as his face. His eyes were deep set and so dark they looked like the earth ground. They were amber in the sun. His hair was light, a sight you didn’t expect as his lashes matched. His eye makeup was smeared but did little to hide his beauty. You cupped his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs on his skin.

“You’re so beautiful.” You whisper and he gives you a faint smile.

“Yeah? You think so, sweet girl?” Chills made your nipples hard and you shuddered as his hold tightened. Ghost brought you near, his lips going to your ear. His tongue darted out, flicking against the shell and he groaned. “Taste as sweet as your words, princess.”

You tightened your hands around his face, “Fuck it.” You said to yourself before crashing your lips to his. His lips were a little chapped but your core fluttered as Ghost moaned deeply against your mouth. He immediately pinned you against the wall, his big hands cupping your ass as he lifted you, forcing you to encircle your thighs around his waist.

Ghost grinds into you, his dark dick pressing against your cunt that grows wetter inside your pants. The material of his boxers adds friction as he shoves his tongue into your mouth before sucking yours, kissing you ravenously before sweeping his tongue all over your mouth. But it wasn’t gross, not like other guys and girls you’d made out with. You bury your hands into his hair, pulling it as you try to merge your bodies together. Ghost decides the wall isn’t good enough and carries you to the best. He slams you on the mattress without breaking the kiss and paws at your shirt, ripping it in half and showing your breasts inside your black bra.

He rips away from you, panting as his palms the flesh of your tits, “fucking beautiful, baby girl. So perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.” He leans down, peppering kisses to your flesh before he sucks harshly. Intending on leaving marks, and you welcome the pleasurable pain. You grind your clothed pussy against his cock and he growls against your chest.

“Fucking whore, ain’t ya? Do you like this? Like being my little bitch?” You choke on a moan as he moves to your nipple, giving them a harsh tug with his teeth and your back arches, Ghost’s cock against his thigh moves against you as he focuses attention on the left nipple, flicking his tongue to soothe his teeth marks.

You dig your nails into his skin, your legs yanking him closer by his hips and you crash your lips to his in a mess of tongue and teeth. Ghost actually whimpers into your mouth and your core drips inside your pants that he starts to remove. His blunt nails dug into your thighs as he dragged them down, exposing your sticky underwear in the center. Ghost brushed his fingers against your cunt, shivering at the feeling of your arousal.

“This for me, doll?” He teased before bending down, he lewdly licked a stripe over the lace making you jerk.

“Mhm,” you manage before he returns to his motions and kitten licks the underwear. His tongue is wide and flat, you grind your hips against his face, trying to get some sort of relief and try to take off your panties. But he stops you.

“Uh uh. That’s only for me to do. You’re losing another pair.”

“Another?” You breathe and he nods.

“You don’t think that’s the first one I took,do you? Messy little girl. Creaming all over me and I haven’t even tongue fucked you yet.” He grunts before pulling them and setting the underwear on the ground.

Ghost buried his face into your pussy, his tongue licking a firm and deliberate stripe before swirling around your clit. You threw your head back, clenching your stomach as you felt his teeth gently against you as he slurped and sucked like a man starved. He moved his head up and down, trying to get every single ounce of arousal as it smeared all over his face, coating his nose and mouth. Your thighs probably were suffocating him but he was very enthusiastic about keeping them in place as his fingers dug into your skin.

“You taste so fucking good, bunny. Can’t get enough. Want you to cum all over my face.” He groans as you start bucking your hips even harder and he guides your pelvis to move, faster and faster before your stomach uncoils and you feel a lightning explosion in your core.

Only seconds passed before he was on top of you, pulling out his cock from his boxers, not even taking them off as he rubbed it along your clit, smearing your cum all over before he shoved it inside, filling you up to the hilt and your hands were clawing at his arms in a welcome stretch.

His bulbous dick hit every deep spot inside you perfectly, his balls slapping against your ass as he thrusted hard and made the bed squeak. His filthy sounds were animalistic as his hand wrapped around your neck.

“Fuckin cum slut. Your eyes are rolling back. Like me taking you like this? Like a bitch in heat?” His words were muffled by you growing light headed from the pressure but you enjoyed every second of his strength and brutal pace as his cock hit the softest part of your cunt.

“Simon,” you cried out before clamping your mouth shut. You didn’t mean to use his real name but he slapped your cheek lightly with a nod.

“Mhm, say it. Say it again.” He encouraged you and you blinked away tears as you felt like he was pleasantly splitting you open.

“Simon, you’re a pervert. You’re a whore.” Your words did little to slow him down, instead he increased his rhythm and smirked at you.

“But you like it, dirty slut.” Ghost bit his lip as your eyes squeezed shut. Your second orgasm hitting you hard, and you screamed.

He clamped his hand on your mouth, “no one else gets to hear you but me.” He snaps before reaching down and rubbing your clit. “Give me more. Want to fill you up. Fuck a baby into you.”

You were crying now, a wet sound as he painfully thrusted one more time, before stalling and spilling into you. Ropes of cum gushing into you and coating your insides. You felt it drip out, oozing onto your thighs and sinking into the bed. Your vision went white as he collapsed on top of you, pulling out his leaking dick and he started pumping his cum into you with his hand, “get every fucking drop, baby girl.”

You fucking twitched as the unsastiable male bent down, scooping out your arousal and started sucking his fingers with a deep rumble of a moan. “God, you taste so fucking good. It’s my favorite thing. Can’t get enough of you.” Ghost said between sucks.

“You’re so-“ you gurgled and he moved up and kissed you, making you taste both of you together.

He slips his tongue into your mouth, flicking it over your teeth before massaging yours. “Want you to ride me- think you can go a second round?”

You felt like your entire energy was depleted but you rapidly nodded.

It was going to be a long night.

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In The Middle | Satosugu

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru & geto suguru

words: 798

pronouns: they/them

request: none

notes: probably an overused prompt but idc sue me, i needed to write one of my own. im a sucker for misunderstanding. i haven't written anything in such a long time, it's been a while im sorry, satosugu have been on my mind for a while, and i needed to write something with them because i love them so fucking much. it's gonna be a series, so hopefully i dont disappear after one part lol... later on it might be specific on some insecurities bc i need it and i thought well let's just share it with the world and other who might need it. sorry for any mistakes T-T

not proof read

song rec: SHE'S - In The Middle

genre: hurt comfort, fluff, slowburn, a little bit angsty, poly?

warnings: bad english not my first language, satosugu are in a loving relationship, misunderstanding, pinning, a lot of pinning on satosugu's end, reader is so oblivious (is that the right one?), insecure and self conscious reader

You've always told yourself you weren't the type to live with anyone, you liked your quiet and your peace. Alone in your little bubble, without a soul to disturb it. And yet, here you were awoken by your roomates lover quarrel in the room next door, for the hundredth time this week.

"Don't you love me anymore? Am I not enough for you?" a whiny voice whisper-screamed "Satoru, my love, it was a dream, it was all in your head." an exhausted voice replied

"So what?? It doesn't mean anything? Are my feelings not valid?" Gojo huffed.

"How are you so dramatic so early in the morning? Let's go back to sleep come here.", Geto carefully lifted the blanket so his boyfriend could go back exactly where he belonged, asleep and quiet in his arms.

Such occurences weren't new to you, you could even say there were your daily life, that's why you laughed hearing the bickering couple, and turned around in your bed to try and fall back asleep while their muffled voices could still be heard in the background. This was without counting on what part of their conversation your brain decided to pick up on next. "I dont know for how much longer I can do this Sugu.." Satoru sighed. "Me neither love, but there is nothing much we can do about it.They live with us." His black haired lover replied. "I know, ugh I know, but it's getting so much harder everyday. Seeing them is becoming unbearable. I can't stand it anymore, we need to do something." He went on. "Shh, I know, I feel the same. But we can't just drop this on them all of the sudden and expect it to go well." The oldest reasoned.

Your heart shattered on the other side of the wall, now sitting against the headboard, an unstoppable flow of tears falling down your face. You were a bother? You thought the three of you were friends, shit, scratch that, best friends. And yet, yet, this was how they felt about you. Fuck fuck FUCK You needed to calm down, it's okay, you're okay. It must have been a nightmare, yeah that's right, a nightmare. Your brain loved playing tricks on you, waking you up in the middle of the night with the most vivid and realistic nightmares ever, enough to send you into full blown meltdown. Nothing to worry about, it was just a nightmare, nothing else. That's what you told yourself and yet when you woke up you couldnt shake this weird feeling in your stomach. You contemplated staying in your bed all day and avoid your roomates but that would be silly to ignore them for something that was potentially just a dream. So you shook the silly feelings away and got out of your bed, made your way to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Your two roommates were already there, being lovey dovey in each others lap and the weird feeling made its way back into your stomach. "Hi there." You greeted tiredly, only to be met with an echo of short hms, and not even a nod to accompany the cold greeting. The lack of acknowledgment not helping with your already overthinking mind, you decided to take a quick breakfast and just leave them be. It could just be a coincidence, nothing to worry about haha, right? Or so you thought, because you were back in your room mindlessly scrolling through tik tok when you once again hear the muffled voices of your roommates. Your brain screamed at you to put your headphones on and drown out their conversation, but you couldn't get yourself to do it, and you decided to listen to them, to at least finally be able to know whether or not you dreamed what happened last night. And maybe you shouldn't have, but what else could you do now but listen to the cruel words of the ones you once considered your best friends. "Suguru, we need to do it soon. I can't even handle looking at them in the eyes anymore, let alone utter a word to them. We can't keep going like this." Satoru complained. "I know 'Toru, I know, but you need to understand it's not as easy as you think it is." You heard the black haired man answer. And it was enough for you, you needed to get out of there. You obviously were no longer welcomed here, and the sooner you left, the better it would be, for both parties. So inbetween tears you picked up a bag and threw some spare clothes and anything that you could think of in your frenzy state before you ran out of there, determined to never come back, at least not for a while. here u gooo!! sorry i've been away for a while, i've been finding it hard to write and staying focused, but i missed it so much, especially for these two. i'll try not to take too long to write AT LEAST a second part, but would love to do more than this bc i want it to be extremely slown burn and a little bit angsty krkrkr

part 2 is here!!

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babyleostuff · 8 months

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the grudge | jeon wonwoo

based on "the grudge" by Olivia Rodrigo (would highly recommend listening to it while reading)

genre | angst word count | 2.1k

author's note | i'm in love with GUTS (but she also broke my heart with this album) -> PART 2

I have nightmares each week 'bout that Friday in May One phone call from you and my entire world was changed Trust that you betrayed, confusion that still lingers Took everything I loved and crushed it in between your fingers

“I’m sorry. It wouldn’t have worked out either way.”

These were the last words you heard from the love of your life.

Over the phone.

You were supposed to have a date that day. He just came home from his schedules overseas, and you couldn’t wait to see him again. To hug him. To kiss him.

It was a perfectly sunny day, kids were running freely around their neighbourhoods, happy about the upcoming weekend, and you were just as happy as them, getting ready with a childlike smile, probably putting too much effort in your appearance - you even put on the dress he bought you for your birthday, just to see his pleased smile.

The picnic basket you prepared stood ready at your kitchen counter, filled with Wonwoo’s favourtie snacks and the wine you’d always drink on your stay-at-home nights. You were in the middle of rummaging through your room to find a blanket, when you heard a familiar noise of your ringing phone.

With a grin on your face and a beating heart, you almost ran to the kitchen, hoping to see Wonwoo’s picture on the screen. And you did.

What you didn’t know was that that phone call would crush your entire world in seconds.

“Hey, baby. Are you ready? I can pick you up if you want,” One could tell how happy and excited you were by your voice only.

“About that,” you never heard his voice being so monotone and… cold.

Something was wrong, and you couldn’t help the way your hands started to tremble in anticipation of what was about to happen.

It took exactly two minutes for Wonwoo to turn your happy day to one of the worst in your life. The confusion as the line went silent clouded your mind, your brain simply didn’t want to let you believe in what you’d just heard.

It was a joke, right? He’d call you in a second to laugh about how he lost a bet to Mingyu, and that it was just an unfunny joke. Right?

But as you stood there, in the middle of your kitchen, with your phone tightly clutched in your hand, there were no calls, no messages. Nothing.

Your gaze lingered on the basket, and now, when you looked at it, it almost mocked you - seemingly laughing at how pathetic you were.

Just like that, Wonwoo took everything you loved and crushed it in between his fingers.

And I try to be tough, but I wanna scream How could anybody do the things you did so easily?

The next few days felt like you were living in a daze. You’d wake up and the first thing you’d do was to reach to the other side of the bed, expecting a familiar body laying there, which you’d cuddle up to - like you did every morning.

“Wonwoo, I’m cold,” you muttered, your mind still asleep. But as you touched the pillow placed next to you, the bubble popped and you were brought back to reality.

The reality where Wonwoo wasn’t by your side.

“Five more minutes baby,” those were the words you’d never hear again. That’s when the silent tears would start to fall, dropping onto the empty cold pillow, and the thought of why? Why did he leave?

Every morning you’d spend on thinking how the hell did all of this happen? When did he become so unhappy to break up with you over a single phone call? Was he that miserable?

But the more you tried to find an answer the more unclear it all became to you, was it really that easy for him to end things with you? And it all made you want to scream - scream out of pain, out of frustration, out of the powerlessness you felt.

You tried to go about your day as usual because maybe finding a routine in your new reality would help you heal your broken heart, but with every step you took, your mind reminded you that the one thing you looked forward to the most was gone. When you thought you’d finally taken one step forward, your thoughts brought you three steps back.

“Here baby, let me,” you laughed, taking the wooden spoon from Wonwoo before he’d burn the eggs completely. “I think I should stick to making breakfast, and you to giving me my reward kisses,” grinning at him as you took his place at the stove.

“Yeah, I think that would be the best,” he smiled, placing a peck on your cheek, as his arms wrapped around your waist.

Those mornings would never come back.

The arguments that I've won against you in my head In the shower, in the car, and in the mirror before bed Yeah, I'm so tough when I'm alone, and I make you feel so guilty

“Would you stop acting like a child and tell me what’s wrong?” You can’t remember a time where you’d raise your voice at your boyfriend, but lately it felt like this was the only thing you were doing. Fighting.

“You know I’m not the only one in the wrong here, so don’t act like a saint,” Wonwoo threw back, acting as annoyed as you. The situation was getting out of hand, but neither of you did anything to stop it, if anything, you only added more fuel to the fire.

“I’m trying my best, Wonwoo. I never complain when you leave for tours or schedules, or when you come home at night, when you don’t even have the energy to say good night.”

“You know that that’s not the only issue here, baby,” the endearment felt like poison coming out of his mouth like that. It hurt you more than anything else.

“It’s not, but it seems like I’m the only one trying here. Do you really want to act like a dick and let our whole relationship go to waste just because you can’t get your shit together?”

That was probably how things would have gone if you had the chance to talk to him. But you didn’t. Wonwoo didn’t try to contact you again, not even through a message or a friend.

“What did you expect though?” You thought to yourself. He broke up with you over the fucking phone, something you’d never expect to happen with him.

You’d spend endless nights in the shower picturing how you would have screamed at him, finally letting out how hard it was for you too - how hard it was to fall asleep in a cold bed, how painful was it to see him only over the phone, how all of the unread text messages because he was too busy to read them broke your heart - you’d do all of that just to make him feel guilty, even a little bit.

You felt like you could do anything under the hot steam of water, but the second you entered your bedroom all of your toughness faded away, and you were left alone in the room that held so many, now painful, memories.

I try to be tough, I try to be mean But even after all this, you're still everything to me And I know you don't care, I guess that that's fine

It would be a lie to say you didn’t miss him. Every ounce of your soul and body craved for his touch, begged for a second of time to see even a small bit of his perfect face, crying out to be held by his strong arms.

And it didn’t help that everything at home reminded you of him, bringing back the beautifully painful memories of all of the times you’d spend together.

All of his clothes that he never came back for were still in your closet - the hoodies that would keep you warm on cold December nights, when you’d cuddle under a blanket together to watch a movie, his favourite snacks in your cabinet, that he’d always munch on while gaming, the books on your nightstand, which he would read to you on sleepless nights, his gentle voice unburdening you from all of your worries.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to throw those stuff away. No matter how much looking at them hurt, you knew the second you’d throw them away you would break only more.

You used to get so annoyed by the music that played in the background, as Wonwoo played Animal Crossing, staring at the small screen for hours, doing anything but focusing on you. Now you missed the goddamn sound, and you'd kill to have him next to you on your bed occupied by the cute animation of the game.

You started to regret all of the times when you tried to persuade him to turn it off and do something with you instead, because yes, he didn’t pay direct attention to you, but he always had an arm thrown over your shoulder or one of his hands on your thigh, and he looked so adorable whenever he’d laugh.

How pathetic would you be if you bought the game for yourself now?

You realised that a lot of things that used to annoy you, you were missing now. Like his glasses that would always magically disappear. Wonwoo always forgot where he last placed them, and for some reason you’d always know where they were.

“What would you do without me, hm?” you laughed at his scrunched nose, as you placed his missing glasses on his nose, kissing it lightly.

“I don’t know. Good thing I’ll have you forever then.”

This felt like a dream now, like a distant memory that would never come back.

Because it wouldn’t.

As you sat down on the sofa under the blanket you used to share, you hesitantly, with a shaky finger clicked on the gallery app, opening another memory lane you weren’t sure you wanted to go down through.

As you scrolled through the album you made specifically for Wonwoo, past all of those months together, you couldn’t help but let out a broken cry. All of your dates, trips, family gatherings, parties - they were all there frozen in the photos, and every single one of them felt like an ice cold dagger to your heart, piercing it with a pain you’d never be able to describe.

You looked so happy. Wonwoo looked so happy.

You stopped at a picture that you could clearly remember taking. It was right after he came back from the States and you had one of your first dates after a while of being apart.

Almost like that Friday in May when he left you.

You decided to stay at home, to let him rest and get used to the time change, so you chose to play some video games that you always sucked at, but played nonetheless, because you knew how happy they made Wonwoo. You lost for the hundredth time and you couldn’t help but let out a whine out of frustration.

“Are you happy? I lost again, this sucks!” you whined, throwing the controller on the table, before burying yourself in the blanket.

“You almost had it baby, I promise you’ll win the next round,” he laughed, and reached for you under the blankets, caressing your back.

“Mhm, sure,” you murmured angrily. You knew Wonwoo was smiling, and you were sure he was amused by your sulky behaviour, but that always meant one thing.

“Will you feel better if I give you some kisses?” he asked, and giggled at the way your head immediately peaked up from under the blanket. “Yes, that will work, thank you very much.”

But instead of leaning in as you anticipated, he lunged his body at you, caging you in a tight embrace of his strong arms and wide shoulders. At this point you both were a laughing mess, so you quickly reached for your phone and opened the camera.

You stared at the photo now, with tears in your eyes and an empty heart. The way you were both smiling, so genuinely happy, made your heart clench with pain. His dark hair, that grew out enough to curl a bit at the ends, his glasses that slid down his nose, and his smile that you could stare at for days.

You’ve lost all of it.

It takes strength to forgive, but I'm not quite sure I'm there yet

You were sure that some day, in a distant future, you’d be able to forgive him, to look him straight in the eye and say “it’s okay, I forgive you.” and move on with a smile on your face.

But you were not there yet.

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i-cant-sing · 9 months

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Okay okay, time for me to word vomit an idea:

So imagine that after Dabi does his whole vengeful arc, kills dozens of people and publicly calls out Enji's abusive ass, my man just gets caught by the cops and he's like put in a psychiatric hospital (because obviously Enji pulled some strings to save his son from death row to ease his own guilt).

Anyways, Dabi is like majorly depressed obviously and he's like "well, I've done everything I wanted to, so I might as well off myself" and cue reader's entry.

So basically, reader could be a nurse/doctor(NOT A PSYCHIATRIST) and she's all warm and fuzzy and a literal Ray of sunshine and Dabi hates her, but he doesn't give a crap atm.

And like everytime Dabi tries to kill himself, reader is there to stop him. It obviously started with "nooo, please don't kill yourself🥺 you are precious🥺🥺" to reader just swooping in and foiling his plans like "can you not die during my shift? I need an early night off🥱". Dabi is actively trying to kill himself, like he's standing on the ledge to jump, and reader is tackling him down and then punching him for making you run all the way up to the roof.

And like reader is bandaging him up with great gentleness and care and Dabi is staring at her being all close to him (he is mesmerised), and he goes-

"I'll be successful in my suicide one day."

And you just smile and shake your head. "Not as long as I'm praying." And at first, Dabi is super annoyed because he's think you're into the whole religious mumbo jumbo, but he actually caught you one day praying (insert whatever religion) and he's bewitched by the sincerity you pray for his (and others) well being. As if you believed with your whole heart that someone up there is listening to you.

He doesn't know what or when exactly he fell for you, but he did. And he decides that he'll confess to you after he gets out of psychiatric hospital (after tugging at Rei's and Enji's heart strings and them using money and influence to free their menace son). After spending 6 years in the hospital, 6 years where you were the only one who truly cared for him, he'll finally confess to you.

But then you don't come. Not even the next day, or the week after that. Turns out, you left your job.

Out of the blue? Dabi's suspicions rose.

He got out of the hospital and began doing his own research on you until he found your address and well... he sort of came in unannounced (look he knocked, you didn't answer, so he melted the lock and let himself in. At least he came in bearing flowers and wine).

He wasn't expecting you to be at home, but there you were, lying in your bed, a little too still for someone to be asleep.

He throws the covers off you, eyes narrowing on the red stains on your sheet before moving to your bleeding wrists.

Dabi's world stops, every cell in his body stops before every fiber in his being screams and makes him move. He doesn't check for pulse, doesn't check if you're still breathing, perhaps he'd die himself if he didn't like the answer he found. He picks you up and immeadiately goes to the nearest hospital, which fortunately was near.

While you were being operated on, Dabi sat outside, heart thumping as he prayed to whatever deity you did.

Please... not yet.

His prayers were answered as tge doctors told him that you're going to be alright... physically that is. Mentally? Well, Dabi is about to figure it out.

He sat by your side waiting for you to wake up. When you finally did, he saw how different you looked. Obviously he had noticed that you were physically weak, but your eyes... they lost their shine.

Your eyes turned to confusion when you looked at him. "D-Dabi? What are you-"

"I found you." That was enough for you to put together what he meant. You turned your eyes away from him, ashamed.

"Why?" He asks in a quiet tone. "What made you do it?"

"My choices." You whispered. "Bad decisions in the past."

Dabi wanted to pry more out of you, but he knew you wouldn't explain more. So, he takes matter into his own hands and leaves the hospital, telling you that he needs to run some errands, but he's actually going back to your apartment and starts rummaging through your stuff to find some clues as to what exactly caused you to do this.

He didn't have to look around too much because he found your phone and snooped through your messages. Someone was blackmailing you. They had some explicit pictures of you, seems like a toxic ex who was threatening to share these photos with your family and social circle.

So Dabi pays a visit to your ex, takes care of him and the pictures he had,making sure to get rid of all the copies too. All in a day!

By night he had returned to the hospital, you were asleep. He slept there too, in the uncomfortable hospital chair, heart at peace as he watched your chest rise and fall steadily.

Next morning, when it was time for you to leave, Dabi helped you and took you home. You thanked him for everything, and Dabi made sure to tell you that he'll be picking you up for lunch later. You agreed hesitantly. And at lunch, he finally revealed that he came to you because he wanted to ask you out.

You look surprised, more so when he reveals that he had fancied you for a while and that he understands that relationships might not be a priority for you at the moment but-

"I understand if dating is not a priority for you right now but if you ever do consider falling in love, know that I've been on the top of your wait list for the past 6 years and will wait another lifetime if that's all the time you need."

You're in tears at his words, and you have a hard time not breaking down as he takes your hands in his, his thumbs carefully tracing over your bandaged wrists as he promises to wait by your side, that he'll always be there to help you with anything, that if you gave him a chance, he'll spend the rest of his life trying to make you happy.

"Dabi, i- I am not good for you." You say, voice wobbly. "My past, it'll always haunt me and I care too much about you to let it haunt you as well."

"Your ex? His pictures?" He asked watching shock appear on your face. "You won't ever have to worry about him, Y/n."

You shook off your surprise. "That's not it. It's not the only problem I have!"

"Then tell me. I'll fix all of your problems." Dabi promises with such sincerity that you're compelled to believe him.

You don't tell him obviously, saying that it is your burden, your mess to deal with. Dabi doesn't push more, only because he knows he'll figure it out later anyways. Hey, he may be a criminal but he was once the son of the top hero who trained him, so Dabi's IQ is through the fucking roof.

And a man in love has no limitations.

Had a DUI? He deals with it. Parents disowned you? He'll make them regret it. Killed someone? He'll make sure you have an alibi to prove your innocence. Cheated off a test in grade 2? He'll make sure there are no witnesses alive. He'll burn the world- burn himself if it means keeping you warm.

You don't wanna date a criminal? Fine, he's working a cooperate job and since he's so smart, he'll be a fucking CEO in no time and have enough money and time to spend on you. Youre crying because you feel ugly when you see your scars? Dabi makes sure to kiss them every day and pulls out his turtleneck (aka the trademark Todoroki fit) for you, while he buys the best treatment money can buy for your scars. Mental health is going down? He's taking you to the best therapist in town. You're sad he's an atheist because it means you won't be with him in heaven? Damn, he's a convert now.

I just adore men in love :(

Okay but I don't think we're focusing on how scary smart Dabi actually is😳😳😳 I just know it, I KNOW he's super smart but he downplays it all the time because he's depressed or whatever.

#yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines

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deaddovedecadence · 6 months

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Title: The Beginning (sunshine verse)

Warning(s): threats of violence, manipulation, possessive and obsessive behavior

Summery: Jason has finally been brought home, only to meet his newest sibling. They have a talk

Jason wakes up in a familiar room. It's a perfectly tidy room, no specks of dust anywhere, a perfectly ordinary room, but it feels dangerous anyways. He isn’t cuffed down but it feels dangerous anyways. He takes a look around the room, noting the unbarred windows (probably electrified) and a door he knows leads to the bathroom. The room to leave the room is perpendicular to his bed so he shifts, moving so that he can see who comes in and face all threats directly. For a long while there is absolutely no movement, and eventually his body relaxes itself, even with his mind screaming danger.

He’s been here before, escaped from here before, been (loved) hated here before, and he is foolish enough to think that escape will be an option for a long while. Security will be up for sure as well as it’s six incredibly well trained people (Dick, Cass, Tim, Damian, Bruce, Alfie) against him, and he’s been out of the game for a while. For a moment, he’s reminded of Dick, who’s rebellion is still the stuff of legends in the crime community, and the cops that try ever hard to catch them.He wonders what this will be considered, a rebellion or a temper tantrum. He was there when Bruce and Dick finally fought it out. Both of them still carry the scars. Will it be like that for him, or will they trap him in a golden cage?

There’s a knock on the door, and he’s more surprised than anything else. The knock, while polite, is unfamiliar, not matching the cadence of any of the others. Dick’s knock, twice in a row before a pause, is bright and cheerful, Cass climbs through the window, Tim’s, thrice, rapid and soft, Damain’s, continuous, loud and quick, Bruce’s, four times, slow and thudding, and Alfie’s once, a gentle warning. This knock is thrice, rapid and not too loud. The knock comes again, unchanging. He has no choice and he knows that, but at least his damnation can be on his terms. “Come in,” he snaps, and the door opens. He’s unsurprised when the figure is unfamiliar. The figure is on the taller side, with dark brown skin and a warm smile. “Hey Jason,” the figure says, “I’m Duke, I use they/them pronouns.” Duke’s accent is all gotham, thick and weaving into his words, like taffy getting caught on its stretcher.

“Why’d they send you? Testin’ the new meat on me?” Duke’s smile stays warm even though their dark brown eyes flare a bright vivid yellow, and the light levels in the room drop for a second. Jason can’t help but startling because he’s facing a fucking meta. “I’m his newest adoptie, and if you must know, I’ve already completed testing and my time as new meat.” The implications of that remain unspoken. Bruce went and adopted a fucking meta while Jason was gone, huh? That’s a thing he doesn't have words for.

“May I sit on the bed with you?” Duke says politely, gesturing to the bed. What the fuck is going on here? There is no one in this family that asks for anything so why is the newbie doing it? Jason ends up just shrugging which Duke takes as a yes because suddenly there’s another person on the bed, arranging into a sort of criss-cross that reminds Jason of Dick.

“Why are you here?” he demands, sharp. Duke shrugs, “family thought you’d do better with someone that hasn’t met you ‘stead of someone you know ‘cause I’m more like to be neutral and calmer with you.” It’s not a bad way of thinking about it and the kid ain’t even wrong. If Bruce or Dick or anyone else was in here it’d probably be a screaming match already. Duke arranges more on the bed, and fixes Jason with a look that reminds him exactly of Alfred. “There are three things that I’m here to go over with you but I figured you might wanna know we got your friend in the next room over.” he pales, thinking of everything his family would do to his friend, the person that dragged him away from crime and gave him a way to bring them down. Because of his carelessness, his friend is in the next room over, the perfect leverage to keep him complaint, to keep him here, all because he was stupid.

“This can go two ways,” Duke says calmly, “I give Dames the go ahead to do what he wants with your little friend or you and I make a deal.” It’s a good offer, especially considering how his family is, actually it’s almost too good. He narrows his eyes at Duke, who sits serenely on the bed. “Okay, cut the bullshit. Why are you offering me anything?” he snaps, and Duke smiles. “It’s pretty simple actually. You are a member of my family, and that means that I want to help you. Plus helping you and your friend benefits me in the long run.” Simply put, but still, it feels like there’s something that Duke isn’t saying. “What’s going to happen to them?” he says, referring to his friend. Duke pulls out a phone instead of answering, scrolling through something before looking up at him. “They woke up asking for you. I gave you your options. Do with them as you will.”

Jason doesn’t like this. “If I made a deal with you,” he says carefully, “they stay safe.” Duke nods. He steadies himself, and says the damning words. “I want to make a deal,”

And Duke smiles.

The second that Duke leaves Jason’s room, Dick is all over them. “How is he?” Dick asks, bouncing absently on the balls of his feet. Duke gestures to the door, signing ‘Jason hear us. Kitchen now.’ Dick nods and follows after them, humming something to himself, and chewing on his nails. Duke doesn’t sit down when they get to the kitchen, bustling around and prepping something, probably tea, for themelf.

Out of all of them, it’s Duke who’s taken to Alfred’s lessons the best, learning everything from new ways to cook to the best ways to hide poison in a drink. Like most of his siblings, being subtle does not come naturally to Duke and Alfie has taught them the more subtle nuances of things, ranging from soup spoons and good manners to the proper spoon and/or fork for taking out someone’s eye.

At Duke’s raised eyebrow, Dick sits, leg bouncing under the table. Duke sits down after their tea finishes, holding a steaming mug. “What did he say?” Dick demands. Duke takes a sip of tea and begins, “first of all, you owe me. I was right about Jason reacting better to me than you.” Dick settles a little bit, laughs, “okay, okay petit, we’ll head to the beach this weekend. Tell me about our brother.”

Duke frowns, “He agreed to make a deal with me to keep his friend safe.” There’s a but there and he knows it. “What’s wrong?” Duke shrugs, “He’s planning an escape already, I can see it in his eyes.” For all of Jason’s abilities, his eyes have always been very obvious.

“What are you planning to do?” “I already laid the groundwork.”

“What do you want for their safety?” Jason demands, all cornered prey animal, obvious in the slant of his teeth, in the way that he tenses. In contrast Duke is the predator, aware that it’s prey is cornered. “Let’s play a game. I’m going to flip a coin, you’re going to call it midair, and for every one you get right, you get to ask me a question. If you get it wrong I get to ask you a question.” Jason takes it in, trying to see if there’s a way that he can get out of it before he nods.

Duke flips the coin after showing him both sides. They flip it in midair, and Jason calls heads, “Tails.” Duke says evenly, not gloating or teasing like Damian or Tim would. “What’s your question?”

It’s a small, calm smile given to him and yet this is the first time that Duke has ever felt like a threat. “Where did you spend your time?” It’s an oddly easy question to answer, not prodding or pushing like someone else would. He shrugs, “I went pretty much everywhere that Bruce doesn’t have business in. I wanted to see the world on my own terms,” without Bruce’s influence, he doesn't say. Duke nods, and gives him a little smile. “Okay, let's go again.”

Again he’s shown both sides of the coin before Duke flips it, and he calls, “Heads,” midair. It comes back down and when Duke shows it to him, it releases as tails. “Fuck,” Jason snaps, and Duke’s serene smile does not waver. “Why the police?” Duke asks. Another easy one, “I wanted to make sure that even if I went missing, they’d know, they’d do something.” Duke snorts, and then looks almost soberly at him. “Your entire police force answered to Nightwing.” He can’’t help the horror that courses through his body at the idea that he was never safe, that he never had a chance to get free.

“Why are you telling me this?” He snarls, and Duke, doing something that seems to have become a trend, smiles serenely. “Because you deserve to know, and the others didn't want me telling you.”

“Did he really believe that?” Dick snorts. Duke nods. “I’m almost disappointed in him. He seems to have forgotten all of his training.” See Duke excels in several things but most of all they fuck with the truth in a way that almost no one else in the family does. Even Cass sometimes has problems understanding if they’re telling the truth because Duke bends it just enough that his body language reflects the idea of truth when that isn’t the full story.

“Last time, “Duke says cheerfully, showing him both sides of the coin once again. “Pick your poison.” It’s thrown up into midair and Jason pays careful attention the to amount of flips and calls, “tails,” right as it’s coming down. Duke gives him a steady grins and opens his palm to revel, “heads.” It takes everything in Jason not to start swearing.

He feels watched, like his skin’s been pulled back for Duke to see all the scars as the meta considers his final question. “Why are you so afraid of being considered bad?” Not fucking easy. “You tense up when I mentioned our siblings, and from what I know you left bruce because of your morals.” He stops, and tries to put into words something that Duke will never be able to understand.

“Have you ever been so happy that you’d do anything to continue that happiness?” Duke nods, “I have, yes.” Jason snorts, “well that was my life before I realized that my happiness comes from the suffering of other people, that I’m only good in bruce’s eyes and to everyone else I’m a monster. I didn’t want to be a monster so I left.”

To his surprise, Duke does not make a noise or call his reasons stupid like Tim or Damian would. They just nod, and say quietly, “Thank you for sharing. Your friend will be safe until you attempt to escape.”

As Duke leaves, Jason realizes that Duke says until, and not if.

“Our brother is fucking stupid,” Dick says, “he fucking left because he thought that he was bad, just ugh. I want to stab him for that.” Duke, calm as always, reminds him, “Jase was older when Bruce took him in. Don’t you remember how much trouble you had with me?” It’s enough that Dick stops holding his knife like he’s going to go upstairs and hurt something (or someone). “You were trouble but at least you were logical about your protesting. Jason is just being stupid.”

That gets a soft laugh from his younger sibling. “Well perhaps changing our guest will help Jason change too.”

A feral smile, “you might just be right about that petit.”

#yandere writing prompts #yandere #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #jason todd #dick grayson #duke thomas #yandere batman #yandere batfam #yandere batfamily #my voices and hands; are all i have (original work)#batboy tag #the sunshine verse

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mimsynims · 7 months

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Fool For Love

part 8

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part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

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Author's Note: Sorry this took longer than usual, it was a stressful week at work and I didn't have time or energy to write as much as I wanted. There will be at least one more part, but I'm hoping I'll wrap things up next time (but honestly who knows with these two)

More act 2 spoilers this time!

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Astarion x reader/Tav

Tags: (mildish?) angst, pining, pining while fucking, jealousy, minor Karlach/Dammon, non-explicit injuries, eventual happy ending

Summary: You thought you knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesn’t have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only…now you do.

Up until now, you’ve not been handling it very well, but you make an effort to move past it. Past him.

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You keep your promise to yourself fairly well in the following days. The Shadowlands, as expected, keep you busy with new mysteries and clues — and plenty of battles — and most of the time, you manage to remain focused on the task at hand.

Perhaps your heartbeat picks up a notch every time Astarion is near, but you ignore it. And maybe, just maybe, you stare at him a smidge too long when he’s not looking, but only when you know it doesn’t pull your attention away from something important.

You’ve caught him watching you too, but you keep your distance. No distractions, not even for a quick roll in the proverbial hay.

Everything is going relatively alright — until it doesn’t.

Thanks to the psionic detector, the Githyanki ambush doesn’t catch you off-guard, but you learn quickly that you have underestimated the danger they pose.

Perhaps you all got too cocky these last few days — too many easily-won battles that have boosted your confidence into thinking that this too will be readily handled.

In retrospect, you should’ve returned to stock up on scrolls and potions before taking them on. Too late now.

It’s a drawn-out battle, wearing you all out little by little, but if it’s anything you and your friends are, it’s tenacious — and after what feels like an eternity, you’re down to one foe. It’s their leader, but even with all of you severely injured, you should be able to take them out.

You grin as Karlach deals a critical hit with her halberd, finishing the Githyanki off with a savage roar.

“Gods, that was close.”

“Too close,” Astarion says as he sheaths his swords. Things aren’t exactly good between you, but it has been getting better. “Next time we contemplate doing something this stupid, how about we don’t?”

“You’re just cranky ‘cause you didn’t get to bite either of them.” Karlach nudges him with a grin. “Isn’t that right, Fangs?”

You’re still laughing when something behind the others steals your attention.

One of the other Githyanki. You saw them get felled by one of Shadowheart’s spells, but perhaps they only got knocked out.

You stop breathing when you realise that not only are they alive — but they have an arrow notched, ready to fire.

And it’s aimed at Astarion.

It’s too late to stop the arrow as they, at that moment, let it fly — so you do the only thing you can think of.

“Tav, what–”

You push him out of the way, but it’s not fast enough.

The pain of the arrow piercing you is blinding; you think you might be screaming.

“Tav!”

You sag to the ground, and the last thing you see is Astarion looking at you with a panicked expression. At least he’s okay, you think.

After that, everything fades to black.

“…Calm down, Astarion, Tav will be alright.”

“They don’t look alright! Why aren’t you doing more?”

“The only thing we can do now is wait. If you can’t behave, leave. We’ll find you when Tav wakes up.”

You’re vaguely aware of the voices, but you’re not quite capable of parsing what they’re saying.

“Hah! And leave them alone with you lot? I don’t think so.”

Why does everyone sound so upset? You can’t remember, and before your mind is clear enough to figure it out, you drift back into unconsciousness.

Your mind still feels like a blur when you come to next. You think someone might be holding your hand, but it’s difficult to be sure when you’re groggy with pain. And you’re not ready to open your eyes just yet.

“Why, oh, why, must you always play the hero? And for me, of all people?”

You recognise the low-pitched voice. Astarion. Why is he here?

“So stupid.” What feels like hair brushes against the back of your hand. “I’m not worth you losing your life.”

“Sure you are,” you press out, because it’s that simple. “I’d do anything for you.”

He inhales sharply. “Tav? Tav, darling, open your eyes for me.”

You reluctantly do as he asks, and it surprises you to find him looking uncharacteristically dishevelled.

“There you are. You had us worried, you know.”

“Astarion.”

“I’ll go and get the others.”

“Astarion.”

Before you can stop him, he leaves, and when he returns with the rest of your friends, he sticks to the background, letting the others dote on you.

You want him to come back, want him to hold your hand again. If the others weren't around, you might have asked him to. Instead, you see him sneak out of the tent when Karlach starts admonishing you for your brave yet careless stunt.

You love them all so much, but in that moment you’re this close to telling them all to leave. You would have, if you didn’t know that they probably need this to ease their own worries.

Still, you’re eternally grateful when Shadowheart ten minutes later shoo everyone out of your tent. She’s about to leave too when she turns to give you a secretive smile.

“You said his name, you know. More than once. When we carried you back to camp.”

With a bone-deep groan, you hide your face in your hands. “Please tell me he didn’t hear.”

“Oh, he most definitely did. But you know how he is, after the initial surprise, his expression turned blank. But his eyes never left you after that.” She huffs a laugh. “Not that he let you out of his sight before that. The only one allowed to carry you was Karlach.”

It sounds too good to be true. “Really?”

“I thought he was going to attack Halsin when he bent down to pick you up.”

“Why would he do that?” It truly makes no sense.

“Jealousy, of course.”

“Astarion? Jealous?”

Instead of answering, she just gives you a wink. “Seems like you two have that in common. Now make sure to rest, alright? I’ll come by with something to eat later.”

“Right.” Your head is spinning, and not only because you're recovering from an injury. “Thank you, Shadowheart.”

You want to process everything you just learned but your body is not having it; in mere minutes, you’re back under again.

No one is holding your hand when you hours later rouse from sleep. Strange that, how your mind seems to have expected it just because it happened last time. When Astarion was sitting by your side.

Astarion.

You have to find him.

It still hurts like hell, but the pain level is manageable. Perhaps a grunt or two slips out of you as you drag yourself up to standing, but no one’s there to give you grief about it so it’s fine. It’s nothing you can’t handle.

It’s dark outside, but you should’ve known better than to think that that would be enough to let you sneak away unnoticed.

“And just where do you think you’re going, soldier?”

Karlach.

“I need to see him.” She already knows, so you might as well get right to the point.

She sighs. “You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”

“No.”

“What if I go and find him for you?”

“Karlach.”

“Fiiiine. But only because I was already heading that way, anyway.”

“Dammon?”

Her besotted smile is a fetching look on her and you would hug her if you didn’t think it would hurt too much.

“Yeaaah. And last time I saw Astarion, he was heading in that direction.”

You don’t talk much on the walk over to the inn, your mind too busy going over and over what you want to say. What you want to ask him.

“You alright there, soldier?”

“Mmm, yeah. Maybe a bit nervous.” Because it’s truly dawning on you what you’re about to do. What if you’ve got it all wrong?

“Hah, trust me, you’ve got nothing to worry about.” Her gentle squeeze on your arm feels reassuring. At least a little bit. She glances over her shoulder at the smithy where a fire is still burning. “And this is where I leave you.”

“I’m happy for you, Karlach.”

“Thank you, Tav. I’d say good luck but I don’t think you’ll need it. Now go and shake some sense into the vampire of yours.”

“Will do,” you say, even though you’re not sure you mean it. Every plan you’ve made so far involving this man has gone sideways, so who’s to say it won’t this time?

Taking a deep breath, you find yourself remaining where you are. Stalling.

“Should you really be up and about, Tav?”

“Jaheira.” You are so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear her approach. Turning around to face her, you give her a small smile. “I have something important I need to do.”

“I see.” With a slight bow of her head, she acknowledges your wish for privacy. “It’s good that you’re here, I wanted to thank you for your help the other day. I’m not sure we would still be standing if it weren’t for you and your friends.”

“Trust me, I’m just as happy as you are about that. And you made quite the dent in enemy forces yourself, taking down several of those winged horrors.”

“Their deaths wouldn’t have mattered if you hadn’t dealt with Marcus.”

“Still.” Jaheira is a force to be reckoned with, no doubt about it. “We could use someone of your calibre in our party.”

“Thank you for the offer, but I’m needed here.”

“I understand.” Something in her expression tells you that she’s tempted. “Consider it an open invitation. In case you change your mind.”

“I will, thank you.”

“You don’t happen to know if Astarion is here somewhere?” You decide you might as well save yourself some time and ask. “Karlach told me she had seen him head this way.”

“He came here a while ago, yes. I think he’s down by the water.” She nods in the direction between the inn and the barn.

“Thank you.”

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#astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #bg3 astarion #bg3 spoilers #bg3 tav #fic wip

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lovelybrooke · 1 year

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Family sacrifice (Platonic Yandere Sully family x reader).

This was inspired by @avatar4life idea's.

Also, some scenes might not be exactly one to one.

Time with the Metkayina flew by.

It seemed like just yesterday you were flying on Jakes Ikran to the unfamiliar land. It took a while to finally feel welcomed, but once you did you learned to consider the clan your new home.

Everything was great, until Kiri seizures started getting worse and reports of the RDA raiding nearby villages began to pop up. You were worried, about what it meant for your family, but Jake insisted everything would be fine as long as you followed his orders.

"There's nothing to worry about, we'll protect you if anything happens."

We'll, he said. Your family.

Even after being with the Sullys for so long, you never felt like you truly belonged. It wasn't just the superficial reasons, it was their resilience, their fortitude. They seem like a family, and you an outsider.

And in a way, you were. You were human, a sky person, a demon. You couldn't climb like the Na'vi of the Omaticaya clan or dive like the Metkayina. You would never be able to bond with an Ilu or an Ikran, and a year ago you were okay with that, but know your heart is filled with sadness knowing you'll never truly connect with the people you call your family.

...

As the attacks on the clan got worse, your image within Metkayina lessened. They blamed you and your family for the attacks on the Tulkuns, ignoring Jake's attempt at reasoning with them. The worst of all was Ronal, who placed all the blame on you for the sky people's appearance. While you family was quick to defend you, you couldn't help but feel like they had a point. A lone human among a group of Na'vi was reason to cause suspicion.

It became all you would think about, the danger you brought your family and friends just by existing. Your mind was constantly racing with thoughts of what to do, on how to help, but when the RDA did finally come, Jake demanded you stay far away from the battle in the Marui. You wanted to help, but Jake was stern and wouldn't change his mind. It didn't help that Neytiri also agreed with him.

So, you took matters into your own hands. You weren't going to let your family be taken from you.

...

"...N)?"

Where were you?

"(Y/N)?!"

Why does your chest hurt.

"(Y/N)!"

Where is everyone. Why is it so cold.

"(Y/N)! Please Wake up!" You couldn't discern who it was, you could barely open your eyes. But you could feel someone's hands stroking your hair. It took all your strength to get your eyes open, but even when you did, dirt and mud covered your oxygen pack, so you could barely see, but you were able to make out parts of Neteyam's face.

"(Y/n), keep your eyes open. Please stay awake a while longer! Dad will be here soon." He sounded in pain, sobs breaking through his words.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the only sound that came out was a pained gasp, your hands instantly shooting to your abdomen to try and stop the pain. You let out short, labored breaths, as Neteyam presses his large hands onto the wound, letting out quick apologizes as you bawl loudly.

The pain was overwhelming, you could barely understand your surroundings. It was hot, a mixture of both the pain in your stomach and the flames that were all around you, standing tall like walls. You couldn't remember how you got here, any time you tried to remember, your head would pulse and sends shocks that caused you to scream out. You had to fight the urge to move your hands away to end the pain, knowing you needed to stop the bleeding.

The pain only grew worse as Neteyam grew more frustrated, blood shooting out of you like a fountain. He would press harder, causing you to cry and beg him to stop. When he would, more blood would pour, and he could see your starting to lose consciousness. He didn't know what to do other than scream for his brother, his mother, his father, anyone to help him.

"Neteyam wha-" The words were caught in Jakes mouth the moment he saw you, quickly getting off his Ikran and moving up to you, his hands on your wound.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know it hurts, I'm sorry." He apologized as you cry out, begging him to stop. Neteyam calls out to his brother and sister, who both rushes over when they realize the seriousness of the situation. Lo'ak run to console his mother, who is sobbing the moment she arrives.

"No! No, Yawntutsyip! Please no!" She breaks out of Lo'ak's grasp, falling down next to you. Her sobs become louder as she watches you slowly close your eyes, begging Jake to do something. He doesn't respond as you succumb to sleep.

...

Ronal wishes to die before her children, so she never has to deal with the pain of losing a child.

Ronal watches Neytiri sob as your body is laid on a stretcher and led into the sky people's machinery. The same sky people who helped Kiri during her accident.

She watches with an unfamiliar emotion she cannot name as jake and Neytiri watch their child be taken away from them.

And she watches as Jake comforts his eldest son, who is racked with grief over what could be the loss of his sibling. She sighs, before leaving to deal with the wounds of her people.

Jake later explained to her that you were not dead, barely, that your body was shutting down slowly, and that the humans in the forest would be able to help you. Jake explained to her with a sorrowful confliction that your chances of survival was low, and they wouldn't know when they would see you again.

Ronal only knew you through the bits and pieces her children told her, and when she cared to listen, she was told about your kindness, about your empathy and humanity. She could feel the love in each of their words, and she could feel it now.

"If your child does pass, they are welcomed a proper burial." She speaks, and Jake barely responds, he didn't want to think about giving you away to Eywa just yet.

Ronal wishes to die before her children, because she could not survive the pain of losing them, and she doesn't know how Jake manages to. Whenever she things of you, she no longer things of your demon heritage. She things of your soft face that was blocked by your oxygen mask. She things of your childlike wonder towards the world around you and the love you have for your family. But worst of all, she thinks of your limp body being cradled by Jakesully's arm, and she can't help but cry.

...

It's been a month since you left, and Neteyam doesn't feel normal.

It's like he's constantly on edge, his ears pinned back against his head and his tail flickering in annoyance. He tries his best to preform rudimentary tasks, taking care of Tuk, patrolling around the village, diving, anything that could take his mind off of you.

Even though it's been a month, Neteyam remembered the day like it was yesterday. You demanded to come with him, to help your siblings. He was stupid, he agreed, you took a bullet with him, and it put you in danger.

He remembers seeing you gasping for air, struggling to breathe through the confines of your oxygen mask. When he closes his eyes, he sees you cry out as he presses you wound down to stop the breathing. He can hear himself call out for help, begging for his father and you lose consciousness. When his eyes open and he looks down at his hands, he swears they were still stained with blood.

...

It was night when Ronal catches Jake about to leave on his Ikran. The moon illuminated the water which was calm in contrast to Jake's frantic movement. He was strapping a few supplies on it back carefully, shushing it whenever it screeches out in an attempt to not wake his family. It's like he was in a trance, moving so quickly he barely notices Ronal until he is almost finished.

"Ronal." He greets, stopping only for a second to acknowledge her. She nods and motions to his Ikran, who is preening at its wings.

"What are you doing?" She whispers softy, watching at Jake boards the animal. His body is rigid, it had been so since you had been sent away with the Sky people. Jake's face, however, was covered in a despondent expression, unquestionably due to the stress he's gone through in the past few months.

"I'm going to visit my child." His words were laced with woe, causing Ronal to soften only slightly, her shoulders relaxing, and her gaze becoming less harsh.

She gestures to his Marui, "Does your family know?" Jake nods, clearly disinterested in the conversation. She could only image the thoughts racing through his head.

Ronal lets out a breath, grasping her over her pregnant stomach. She gazes at Jake with a look of remorse. "I pray to Eywa they recover." Jake again nods before flying away towards the forest.

...

You looked so peaceful like this. Your face was no longer covered by your oxygen mask, your skin smooth and serene. You were breathing just enough to see your chest rise and fall, it being accompanied with the beeping of your heart monitor, the only thing notifying Jake that you were in fact, still alive.

Norm explained to Jake that you were in a coma. The bullet entered just below your lungs, near your abdomen. While it wasn't fatal, there was no grantee you would wake up. Every month, Jake would fly to the research base to check up on you, hoping and praying you would wake up.

As he entered the research base, he was flooded with memories of his first few moments with you. Talking to you about Earth, watching your eyes light up in fascination. Listening to you talk about what crazy thing Lo'ak did that week. He missed that with you, and he knew his family did to.

He moved throughout the base quickly, none of the scientist daring to interrupt him. He can feel the stares of humans on him as he enters into the patient room, letting out a breath at the sight of you the same as before. You were hooked up to wires and tubes, machines all around you. It was overwhelming, the bright lights and beeping, he hated it.

Either way, he sat down on a chair next to you, moving it as close as possible before bringing his hand up to stroke your cheek. He frowns slightly at how cold you were, moving your blanket up to cover you better.

"Hello, (Y/N)." He talks quietly, his voice filled with remorse. He pauses a bit, thinking what to say.

"Neteyam misses you." He choked on his words before continuing, "And he misses you." You don't respond.

Jake takes a deep breath to control his tears. "Tuk is getting better at her diving. She's excited to show you." Jake wished to hear your voice. Hear you laugh, hear you cry, anything.

"Neytiri prays every night that you'll return to her." He mentions while smoothing out your hair. He doesn't get the whole point talking to you, but Norm says it keeps your brain stimulated, and Norms way smarter than him so he listens.

"When you get out of here, we'll have a big celebration, food and everything." He smiles at the idea. You coming home to welcoming arms, your family. The idea of seeing your bright smile, of you hugging him, of him getting to final apologize, it fills him with hope.

But for now, it's just a distant dream of what could be all because of what that bastard Quaritch and the RDA did to you. If it wasn't for them, you wouldn’t be restricted to this bed, living off of machines and tubes.

Jake’s family is is fortress, and he promises they won’t let anything happen to you again. He’ll kill every last human before he he let’s them touch you again. He swears it.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere avatar #avatar way of water x reader #avatar #sully!reader #yandere sully family #sully family x reader #sully family

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Sterek Fic Rec

Sixth Night of Chunnuka

Oh my (let me look at those eyes) by Gorgeousgreymatter - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 41,359, sterek)

A few months ago, he might’ve been able to solve this with some force—a little man-handling, a snarl, a glimpse of teeth. But he looks at Stiles’s broken face, knows he’s seen too much horror and blood and evil, the whole Big Bad Wolf routine is just going to fall flat. Because Derek looks at Stiles and he doesn’t carry himself like a teenager anymore. He carries himself like a soldier.

A quickie in the janitors closet by pizzz_10 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 842, sterek)

Stiles wanted to go lunch after class, but Derek has other ideas

Happy Birthday Vanessa! by TheBeastsWrite (orphan_account) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,653, sterek)

Stiles was just trying to have a little me time in his favourite secret outfit with his favourite toy, why does Derek always have to burst in unannounced and more importantly was his sex life about to get a little more interesting?

Always Yours by Anonymous - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,631, sterek)

Stiles was always meant for Derek

And Derek was always meant for Stiles

I don't like the way you smell by shamelesssmut - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,280, sterek)

Stiles opened the door and gasped when he saw someone sitting on his bed. He was ready to scream when he recognized that someone. "Derek?! Are you crazy? You scared me." He grumbled as he took a deep breath.

Moment of Clarity by Marishna - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4,704, sterek)

"Is this for sure what you've been smelling in the preserve and can you track it?" Deaton asked, offering him a small bowl. Stiles felt like stepping out and slapping it from Derek's hands but Derek brought it to his face and sniffed deeper than at the Jeep before anyone could suggest that this might be a supremely bad idea.

Not that any of their ideas as a collective pack were winners, but this was actively bad.

Broken Car, Lemon Bar by inhystereks - (Rating: Mature, Words: 27,884, sterek)

Stiles got out of his car so whoever was coming wouldn't think he was just being an asshole and stopped in the middle of the road on purpose. He almost laughed when he caught sight of the approaching car. A black Camaro. Which meant Derek Hale was the one slowing down to pull up behind him. The town mechanic and also the scariest fucker around.

Oh, sweet irony.

He was exactly the person Stiles desperately needed and was also terrified of.

Perfect.

The hurry's gonna bring you to your knees. by Alysaria_Jones - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,640, sterek)

Stiles is experiencing an odd side effect of the witches curse. Strangely enough, he finds that Derek is the only one who can dull the ache between his thighs.

The Greatest Grief by thedevilyousay - (Rating: T, Words: 3,024, sterek)

When Derek wakes up to the familiar touch of his husband, he has one moment of pure, unspoiled happiness before he remembers that Stiles died almost a year ago to the day. The ghost in his bed is just that: a ghost. Except for the one time it isn't.

Slipping Through My Fingers by DefNotForWork - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,794, sterek)

Derek was once again struck with that weird craving he sometimes got. That itch in the center of his palm, the flex in his fingers, a coldness in his shoulder. He really wanted to hold Stiles’ hand. He needed it.

In which Derek doesn't know how to ask for what he wants and Stiles is oblivious until feelings get hurt. Then happiness. That's it. That's the fic.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #stiles x derek #kitcheniskingficrecs #ficrec #fanfic

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bumblesimagines · 5 months

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You look beautiful in my bed.

Katniss Everdeen

You look beautiful in my bed.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

The life of a Victor had never been what the Capitol chalked it up to be. The cameras never showed what happened behind the scenes, the nightmares that followed, the traumas that were relived day in and day out. The survival mode that had flickered on inside the arena never turned off. The adrenaline remained, the paranoia and hopelessness of knowing your life and the lives of those around you belonged to President Snow.

It was why Victors could only truly rely on other Victors. For comfort, for reassurance, for a brief taste of normalcy that could've been theirs if the Hunger Games hadn't existed. Most relationships with other Victors remained platonic and familial, sometimes venturing into sexual territory for an escape from the horrors in the arms of someone who could relate. But it stopped there. Romance had never been an option, not with Snow watching. It'd be too dangerous, too risky.

Until Plutarch Heavensbee and District 13 swooped in with their plans for the Victors and the Girl on Fire from District 13.

You had first heard and learned of Katniss Everdeen during the 74th Hunger Games. She'd appeared meek and almost nervous during her interview, yet something about her seemed genuine and authentic. Johanna Mason, your fellow Victor and friend, had voiced her distaste in the corny star-crossed lovers plot the District 12 mentor, Haymitch Abernathy, had certainly put them up to but in the end, the sickly sweet strategy had resulted in both tributes returning home.

Everything that followed after had felt like a blur. The riots, the uprising, the Districts' unrest, the Quarter Quell announcement that had left Johanna screaming in a fit of rage and destroying anything she could get her hands on, the 75th Hunger Games reaping where you had blanky stared at the bowl with only one name because the other two male victors had already passed away from age and an accident, the games themselves... Johanna's imprisonment at the hands of the Capitol.

You stared at the large window and watched the dim lights from the hallway flicker occasionally, unable to find proper sleep. District 13 had a curfew, and most were expected to remain in their rooms until morning unless they were guards or had a legitimate reason. It was why Katniss often slept in your bedroom and snuck back to hers when the lights flickered back on. Nobody needed to see the symbol of the rebellion doing a walk of shame.

She shifted slightly, the iron grip she had on your hand loosening slightly as she began to wake. You couldn't exactly remember when your relationship with the Mockingjay had turned from tolerating each other to sleeping together, but with the absence of Peeta Mellark and Johanna, she'd needed the comfort as much as you. You'd lost someone you considered a sister and she'd lost a good friend.

"It's still early," You murmured when you made out her almost gray eyes peering up at you through the dark. "Go back to sleep."

"You go back to sleep." She yawned and stretched her hand out to flicker on the light on the nightstand. You flinched at the sudden light and squinted until your eyes adjusted to it before moving to press the button that made the window darken on both sides. President Coin seemed to dislike privacy but you supposed knowing everything about her citizens had allowed her to keep them alive throughout the years. "Nightmare?"

"Just thinkin' about how you look beautiful in my bed." You responded and she rolled her eyes, brushing away strands of raven hair away from her face and sitting up. Despite her reaction, the red on her ears and cheeks was undeniable. She'd been immune to Finnick's charm, but it seemed like a different story when it came to you.

"Are you sure you're not an Odair?" She joked lightly and you snorted, a small grin passing over your lips briefly before you remembered the state Finnick had been left in after learning of Annie Cresta's imprisonment. The man had been inconsolable for days and only caught sleep when he was sedated, and even then you often heard his pleading shouts for Annie when he awoke. Katniss's eyes lowered and she sighed softly, letting her cheek rest against your shoulder. It was unusual for her to be soft around you, to allow herself to be emotional. "We'll get them back. Annie, Peeta, Johanna..."

"I know." You raised a hand to her face and tucked away a lock of hair. Her eyes remained downcast but she pressed her cheek further against your shoulder in response. A small smile tugged at your lips and you leaned down to kiss the top of her head. You tried to keep things as platonic as could be with the arrangement you created with her but the more you got to know her, the more you wanted to be around her. She didn't need the added stress. She already had to balance Gale's and Peeta's feelings for her without hurting them, she didn't need yours added to the list.

The familiar hum and echoing sound of the lights automatically turning on caught your attention and you leaned away, reaching down to pick up the dark gray jumpsuit from the floor so Katniss could get dressed and head back to her room. She took the jumpsuit in her hands and considered it for a moment, her lips parting to speak before closing again. You sighed. "You've got a long day ahead of you, Mockingjay. Go back before someone sees you."

"(Y/N)-"

"Go."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games x male reader #the hunger games x y/n #the hunger games x you #katniss everdeen #thg #thg x reader #thg x male reader #katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen x male reader #katniss everdeen x you #katniss everdeen x y/n #johanna mason

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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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Platonic Yandere Ghost x Childhood BFF Reader

Warnings: No pronouns used for Reader except for ‘You’, spoilers for Ghost's past, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, yandere Ghost, toxic behaviour, possessive behaviour, kidnapping, arguing, guilt tripping, intrusive thoughts, etc.

Ghost would never let anyone else have you.

To him, you are the one fragment of his life which is truly his own, that doesn't belong to the dark confines of his childhood or the military.

You were, to put it plainly, Simon's safe haven.

Having known each other since childhood, you are the person who is nearest and dearest to Simon, and he to you.

You were there to shelter him from the abuse of his father, taking him into your home and showing him what a real family could be.

You were there when he decided to join the military, a decision you were concerned about yet supported him nonetheless.

You were there to celebrate his return home, throwing your arms around him and telling him how much you missed him.

You also cooked the most delicious meal he could imagine, and he'd polish all of it off without fail.

And for all these reasons, Ghost is absolutely feral when it comes to you.

He knows it's selfish, but he thinks that you're his and his alone.

If you tell him you're going out with some other friends, he'll mope about it.

Perhaps not in front of you. But he may guilt trip you into staying home with him so you can cuddle.

He loves holding you btw, and being held by you.

He feels protected - safe - like nothing can hurt him.

Reminds him of how you and your family would protect him from his own home life, the two of you sharing your single bed and you playing with his hair, promising you'll never let anyone hurt him.

I should be telling you that, is what he thought to himself then, wrapped in your embrace.

And it's what he tells himself now as he argues with you, telling you that you can't trust those people you call friends - they're only out to hurt you!

"Not everything is a mission, Simon!" you'd snap. "Not everyone is out to get you or me; they're just people! We are just people!"

"I'm only trying to protect you."

You can only sigh, both of you aware of how well that line works on you because you know it's true.

"I know, Si. But I just want to live my life. The same way I want you to live yours."

You rarely argue aside from that. Which is what makes your confrontations so explosive at times.

One evening, after you came back late with the shopping, Ghost snapped.

It was a screaming match the second you walked through the door, Ghost demanding you tell him what took you so long, telling you why you were a liability to yourself, why you needed him with you at all times.

The details grew hazy around then. And with good reason.

While begging Ghost to just let you live without casting suspicion on every relationship you had and every decision you made, Ghost threw himself at you, muffling you with a cloth.

It smelled strange. Medical.

You tried fighting back, knowing what it was, but the substance had already taken hold and made you sink into Simon's chest.

You knew where you'd be when you woke up, just not where.

You knew you'd be locked up somewhere, a dark warehouse or a cabin in a forest, but you didn't know exactly the location of these chambers.

Lo and behold, vision coming back to you, you found your answer.

Indeed, Ghost had confined you to a cabin in the woods.

A tinted window decorated the wall, bars bolted across it.

You knew Simon, and you knew nobody would be able to see in while you could see out, a peep show of freedom you'd never have again.

You suspected the doors were metal, too. Too heavy for you to open and sealed with a code or a key that only Ghost had.

Speaking of, he resided in a chair by your bedside, mask on, watching you.

The room was dark, the night not yet having ended.

He must have had this planned, you thought. Unless he's waited a whole day to wait for me to wake up.

Your heart pounded, your nerves burned.

You didn't know who should talk first. You and Simon had a system that one or the other should start a conversation based on who started one last time. A game then, an uncertain future now.

"I told you I only wanted to protect you."

Ghost's voice sent shivers up your spine. As did his mask, the white details of which barely poked through the darkness.

This wasn't your Simon, you concluded. This was a damaged man possessed by his actions - by the persona he'd fashioned for himself to protect him.

He watched you now; a protector guarding a protector.

It felt confrontational, in a way. You, the one who'd done nothing but love and care for Simon all his life, and Ghost, the phantom that took hold of him when the situation called for it.

You were his next mission.

"And I told you--" you flinched at how dry your throat was, "--that I don't need protecting."

Wordlessly, Ghost took a glass of water form the bedside table and offered it to you.

When you didn't take it, not even sparing it a glance, his eyes burned.

He growled, stood, and threw it against the wall, the glass smashing, the sound making you flinch. The intrusive thought of you walking on it flashed in your mind, making you flinch again.

No, this was not your Simon at all.

Ghost, breathing heavily, looked down at you.

Your arm was cuffed to the bed on a very short leash, giving you no way to even go to the bathroom, never mind the bedroom door.

Ghost, seemingly calmer now, eyes softening, reached a hand out towards you.

You winced at the prospect of this stranger touching you, this alternate person Simon told you about when he came back from his travels, the one who killed, bled and suffered for an unknown cause.

And now, his cause was you.

"I love you, (Y/N)." His voice was deep, almost as if his throat was as dry as yours. "I want you to know that this--" he gestured to the room, "--is only temporary."

You swallowed, pain splintering in your throat, multiplying like an infection.

With his once-outstretched hand, Ghost held your shoulder, then placed a knee on the bed.

You wanted to jump back, but Ghost's growing grip on you stole that option from you.

He lay on his side, facing you, encouraging you with a sentimental gaze to do the same.

With few options, you complied, though opted to face away from him.

He didn't seem to care, pulling you into him, encasing you with his frame.

Your position was the inverse of what it had been when you were children, when you'd tried cover Simon with as much of yourself as possible, blanketing him; as if to take the bullets that were meant for him, to absolve him of any more pain.

"It' my turn to take care of you now." Ghost said, his voice quiet yet booming in your ear. He squeezed you, punctuating his point.

"Nothing can hurt you anymore."

You're hurting me, you wanted to say, tears welling in your eyes and throat.

You willed yourself to succumb to sleep, to dream of a life wherein Ghost did not exist, and where this was only you and Simon, holding each other as you did when you were younger, dreaming of a better future.

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take-everything-you-can · 6 months

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YOUR BOY ON FILM

Thank you @xxhellfirebunnyxx for this incredible mood board ! Her and @babygorewhore have made these headers and just chefs kiss frfr !!!

Thank you always for you undying support guys always ! @monstxrteeth

Also thank you to @cafekitsune for these lovely dividers!

Eddie Munson x Fem reader

Wc: 1.4K

Tw: slight Dom Eddie , male masterbation, female masterbation, sex on film, phone sex , praise , pet names , voice kink, dirty talk ( any other ones pls let me know)

Eddie was nervous. He had the video camera he borrowed from Gareth sitting in front of him with a small red flashing light and suddenly he felt like he couldn't breathe.

He had never sat and recorded himself on film; he’d made some rushed demos but never anything visual, and this was going to be all of him, not just his voice. His nerves were more than eating away at his fantasies. In a way, he thought this would be easier and yet here he was as if he had stage fright.

He had wanted to make you a special tape one that you had asked for a few weeks before. One where you could watch him get himself off, an insight into what he did while you weren't around.

Eddie was nervous. So he did the only thing he could think of , he called you. He picked up the phone that he had bought specifically for his room so he wouldn't bother Wayne with his late night calls, and he dialed your number. One he had memorized by your first date.

“Hello?” a raspy tired sound from the opposite end of the line had rang through.

“Hey baby. Did I wake you ?” He could hear you shuffle into a sitting position as he waited for your answer.

“You did but it’s a good thing you did, definitely didn’t mean to nap that long. What’s on your mind Ed’s.” He knew the sound of your voice would calm his nerves and if he was being honest with himself he knew he had only one thing on his mind right now. He was going to make this tape and you were going to be his special guest. Why hadn't he just done this to begin with?

He shot out of bed and hit record on the camera and made sure that it was angled to where he was sitting in bed. A quick shuffle of his face in the frame where he stuck his tongue out in concentration. He settled back onto his headboard and picked the phone back up once he threw his shirt across the room.

“Eddieeee? “ He let out a small laugh at how you had kept calling him, figuring he had just let his ADHD win over his thoughts.

“I’m here , just had to get a bit more comfortable, babe.”

“Oh ? How comfortable are we talking ?” He had started to run his hand across his abdomen and across the hair that led from his navel down. You had once told him it was the perfect trail to treasure you’d ever seen.

“Just took my shirt off, keep your mind out of the gutter.” that earned a laugh from you, a sweet sound he never tired from hearing.

“Eddie, we live in the gutter. You’ve permanently moved me there.”

" I moved YOU there , you got that backwards babe. But you know I could use your help a little if you're up for it.” He had unknowingly sent a shock through your core. You had already started to glide your fingers over the lace between your legs as his voice began to deepen.

“What kind of help Eds “

“Don’t play dumb Doll , you know exactly what kind of help I'm looking for.” his tone had you humming in anticipation of what he could have running through his mind.

“Oh come on Eddie you know you like it when I tease you a little.” Almost a purr in your words, the brat in you was screaming. You knew teasing him now would only bring on a well deserved punishment the next time you saw him but when the consequences not being doled out instantly made that fire burn brightly within you. “What do you need from me baby?”

The pet name always sent a tingle down his spine. His cock has started to stiffen as your voice had goosebumps breaking out across his skin. He glides his hand over his groin and cups his length with a squeeze, groaning into the sensation.

“I'm gonna need you to talk me through this one. You think you can do that for me sweets?” You nod and Eddie knows by the sound of the receiver on the opposite line. “Words babe words. Use them.”

“Yes I can do that , I can talk you through it.”

“That's it, good girl. Alright tell me what you would want me to do to you if you were here with me right now.”

“Well see now there's is the problem Ed's there are just so many things you do that make me … feel just so fucking good.” You drop your sentence into a breathy moan as you circle your clit.

“Are you …. Are you touching yourself right now? You dirty girl. This really doing it for ya?” You giggle at his words , because yes this really is doing it for you. That overwhelming heat licked its way up your back and placed its hands at your throat as Eddie liked to. It sent shivers and shockwaves down your legs that would shake as they locked his hips in place. But his voice was the one thing that got to you more than anything, and he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“I just need you to fill me full ed's. Please?” There it is, just what he was waiting for. Wanting you to be so intoxicated on just the thought of him alone that you'd be begging for him through the phone line that crossed Hawkins airwaves.

Edie gripped his cock with a spit coated palm, edging his way from the base to his tip. Squeezing as if it was your pussy doing the work for him.

“You just want me to fuck this load straight into you yeah? Want this town to know that you're a little cum dumpster of forest hills ? Knocked up by the Satanist right ? I bet you'd just love that wouldn't you? “ His slick sounds rebounded into the receiver only to be met with the wet sounds you were making all on your own. A whine to your mewls as you thrusted two fingers in and out of your dripping cunt.

“Yeah that's right baby. Just need everyone to know your mine huh? “ You can't hold back your moans as his name starts to fall from your lips with a silent plea to let you cum. One he knows all too well as his name starts to become babble.

“Eddie, Eddie , ed's , fuuck please , please , please.”

“Fuck me. Shiiiit” his body is following his fist as his bed starts to thud gently against the wall and the springs in his bed start to squeak ever so slightly. He can't stop chasing that high and letting his chest rise and fall faster as he reaches his climax. “ Alright baby I'm gonna need you to be a good girl and cum for me. You think you can do this one last thing for me?”

When the words leave him you have already started your descent into pure ecstasy. The way your moans sound strangled tells him that you had dropped the phone in reaching for your throat to draw out that dizzy hazy feeling before coming down.

He arches his back off of his head board just in time to have his release shoot out so hard that a small bit lands in the fringe of his bangs while the rest lands against his chest and a few drops splatter against his lips. Licking his lips as he reaches for his discarded T-shirt he throws to the floor to clean his hands and chest off. He picks the phone back up only to hear you rustle against the sheets in your bed as you end a yawn.

“Sorry baby didn't mean to wear you out , although I wish it would have been in person instead of just over the phone but alas some days my powers of sexual expertise is just all too powerful.”

“Shut up munson.” a sleepy giggle leaves you as you fight your eyelids from closing.

“Get some rest babe I'll see you tomorrow yeah ?”

“Goodnight ed’s”

“Goodnight my love”

He stares at the red light on the video camera as he places the phone back into its receiver and slowly gets up to walk towards it.

“Well I hope this lives up to your expectations babe but just know as soon as you unwrap this I'm giving you your punishment for teasing like you did. Love you baby girl, Merry Christmas.” Eddie winks as he places his hand over the lens before shutting the camera off and ejecting the tape.

He writes an I love you in the blank label with the date in the corner before taking the tape and wrapping it in an old comic strip from the newspaper Wayne had sitting out and he sets the gift right under the tree. God he can't wait to watch you get all hot and bothered while watching him fuck his fist to your voice.

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nthspecialll · 10 days

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When it comes to Abigail Marston leaving John in 1907, a lot of people throw mean comments at her, say that she was unfair for doing so and a lot of other things, however I think that people fail to consider the time that this game is set. This is not our modern day woman, this is 1907, and it might sound like I am stating the obvious but by the hatred that she gets it I think it needs to be said again.

1907!

Do you know the rights that women had then? Or the lack of. Women were bound to their husbands, they weren't allowed to own close to anything and were only allowed to vote in about 4 different states, some women that is. Women were seen as a servant to her husband.

It was also hard for women to earn money, the average woman over 16 working in a factory (as the majority was) earned 5-6 or 6-7 dollars a week, a week! Eggs on average costed 29 cents by the doz, a pound of round steak cost 15 cents and half a gallon of milk costed 15 cents as well.

What about rent? New Austin, which Blackwater and the surrounding area is in, is based of Texas which in 1904 had a rent per room pr month of 28 dollars.

So why would Abigail ever go through all of that? Because of John, because of Jack. Abigail stuck around John for eight years, practically begging him to fix himself, to become better because she knew that she was pretty much dependant on him, because she needs his support to be able to live and she wants to give her boy a chance at a better life but she can't with John constantly picking fights and literally putting her and her son's lives at risk.

A lot of people make it seem like she just suddenly took that chocie, but she didn't, it was a choice that most likely took her years not just due to the financial burden but also the social burden that comes with being a single mom in a time where pre-material sex was seen as a death sin. She could very well be killed merely for being seen with Jack and without a husband.

And not just that, but it was probably also a hard choice because despite of everything she loves John, she really does, yes she screams at him for going out with Saide but who wouldn't. "She won't allow him freedom," no she is scared he is going to die, for us it is easy to say "he isn't going to" because he is a main character and we can just redo if we die taking on twenty skinner brothers or whatnot, but it isn't like that for her. I want you to imagine that your partner/friend/parent told you they were going to fight a gang of who knows how many, you are going to be scared no matter how skilled that friend is because you don't want to lose them. John himself admits it is dangerous work by saying "we always find a way to almost get killed, dont we?" Which Sadie agees to.

Abigail took the choice to leave, putting herself in a terrible situation, not for herself, but for her son. She gave up her one true love so that her son could have a chance at life, have a chance to be better than her and John. It was not easy and it is not something we should shame her for, if anything we should praise her for putting her son before herself.

I love John, I really do, but I think it shows just how shitty of a father he really was, and that Abigail leaving was exactly the push he needed to get himself together, it was the wake-up call he needed. He knew how shitty women had it, he would have to realize how terrible he must have been for her to prefer that over him.

Now am I saying Abigail did everything right? No, she did not. Although I understand her fustrations with him doing bounties she has to realize she is not in a place to be picky about jobs. She did ask John to take on a huge debt for the farm and John is right in one thing "it is legal work that I can handle," and while the farm is taking some time to get up and running it is the best form of income that they have access to.

Now to talk about her annoyance with John going after Micah, it is understandable as it could trigger a decline to their former life of crime or just lead to straight up death. It is unnecessary, revenge is unnecessary, meaning that John is risking their entire life for "nothing." He argues back with "I am doing it for Arthur" but again, yes Micah killed Arthur but killing Micah wont change that, killinh Micah will not bring Arthur back nor put him in a better situation, it is revenge, it is not nessesary, it doesn’t do any good.

If John had died she would not only have lost her husband but also the farm, as women could not own property. I am not that knowledgable on debt laws in 1907, but I would imagine that in some way or another the massive debt John got would end up with her or Jack either way, putting her in a terrible situation.

@heavenlymorals made a similar post back in may 11th where they also explore and explain Mary Linton and Abigail in 1899, it is really amazing and also puts some other light on it.

Sources:

Rent, page 369: https://fraser.stlouisfed.org/title/annual-report-commissioner-labor-6306/eighteenth-annual-report-commissioner-labor-608452?start_page=370

Food, page 233: https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=umn.31951000014585x&seq=233

Wages, page 15: https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=nnc1.cu56779232&seq=15

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