#you should think about the consequence of touching my hand in a dark room

[bohbee]

Brothers reacting to MC getting hit!

Warnings: Blood, Hitting, Ass smacking, Manhandling, aggression, yelling.

Notes: This isn't proofread lmao

Part 2

Masterlist

Lucifer

Lucifers eyes glared at the group in RAD. His legs marched over to the commotion, and his crimson gaze landed on a succubus yelling at.... MC? He let out a heavy sigh and started raking through the crowd of demoms. Until a piercing sound of skin being hit rang through his ears. He looked back up only to find you on the floor, a gash on your lip, a large handprint painting your cheek. That's all it took for his demon form to emerge. The dark aura immediately caused everyone to disperse. Before the succubus could do any more, his hand grabbed their wrist tightly. "Go to Lord Diavolos office, I am sure he would love to learn about what I just saw." His voice was cold and intimidating. "If you attempt to run away, I will find you. You should know what that means." The succubus nodded and ran off to the Lords office. Lucifer kneeled down to your body, carefully grabbing it. "Let's go home."

His fingers delicately cleaned the wound on your lip, "You don't need to tell me anything. Just.... you need to stay near someone at all times, I'm serious, MC, something much worse could've happened." His voice sounded like he was scolding you in which he was, but he was mainly worried. "I know, Luci, I'm sorry." You said softly, and you wrapped your arms around his body carefully. "Thank you for everything." His heart tugged tightly in his chest, and he reciprocated the hug. "Of course, dear."

He softly kissed your forehead, "I don't understand how a human could place these feelings in me." He admitted, pulling you down into his grasp as he flopped on his bed. "Not just any human, your human." His chest swelled with intense pride in that moment, "You have never been more correct."

(Bonus: Diavolo sat happily in his office, writing away on a game week idea for RAD. Until his doors swung open, a pink haired succubus sobbing, he immediately got up to assess the situation but was stopped by Barbatos. "You may take a seat." The butler said to the succubus, she shuddered in fear, and sat in the far corner.

An hour went by, and Diavolo excused himself to answer Lucifers call. Only to return back to the room after a minute, his face enraged. "So." He started off deeply staring into the succubus eyes. "You think you can touch my exchange student?"

Poor pink haired girl)

Mammon

Mammon had invited you out to 'shop' with him, in which you, of course, agreed. Now, the two of you were in a crystal shop. "Hey, this one says prevents lava horse attacks. What kind of crystal does that?!" You asked, amazed at what the small crystal could do. Mammons eyes turned towards the gem in your hand, "Hey! There's one over there matching it perfectly. Stay here. I'll grab it." He said quickly, his body marched over to the other side of the store searching for the similar crystal.

You continued to look at the items around until you heard commotion, "Oi! I ain't stealin' anything. I'm just looking!" Mammons voice rang out. Most of the time, you'd think he was lying, but he literally just told you what he was doing. You walked over carefully, attempting to pull your dear crush from the situation. You reached for Mammons' hand "Lets-" your voice was cut off by a heavy hand slapping your arm away. The greedy demons eyes darkened as he turned into his demon form, growling, grabbing the owners arm.

"Who the hell do you think you are touching my human?" His grip got tighter, his sharp nails digging into the whimpering demon. "Never again." Was all he said before walking out, you in his arms. He grabbed a shit ton expensive crystals on the way out shoving them in his bag, not caring about the consequences. He pulled you to a bench, carefully sitting you down. His eyes immediately peered at your slightly bruised arm. "C'mon human, I could've handled it, y'know?" He said softly, "Let's go to the house, I'll take care of ya, not that I want to or anything..... just that y'know, humans are weak, and I'm your first!"

The two of you sat on your bed, his soft hands holding the ice pack on your arm. "Heh, remember the first time this happened." He said, laughing at the memory. "Yeah... you said to only come to you for help......" His eyes glistened at you, amazed at you remembering his words, "Thank you for helping me, Mams." You smiled softly at him, your lips softly pressed on his. "Oi- y-you can't just do that! B-but of course, the Great Mammon would help my human!" The two of you reminisced on moments the whole night before falling asleep in each other's arms.

(Bonus: Lucifer knocked on the door. After not getting a response, he opened it. He was shocked to see his younger brother cradling your body, even more so when he saw the expensive crystals lying around. "Mammon, why are there -" the eldest whispered in a scolding tone. "He hit them. I took his shit." The white-haired demon interrupted his older brother, in which he only nodded. "Text me the name of the place." He whispered yet again before walking towards the door, "Also, breakfast is ready." Lucifer left the room. Before walking to the dining room, he let a small smile grace his face. 'He finally found his person, the older brother thought.)

Leviathan

You sat with your boyfriend at a game convention in the human realm. It wasn't often that the two of you went on dates, but this was surely an exception. Your eyes fluttered to the screen, Leviathan once again beating a renowned gamer of the human realm. The human grew heated and threw the remote down, "Cheater!" He yelled out, causing both you and Levi to jump slightly.

"Huh?!?!" He said, placing down the controller. The dude placed his fingers in Leviathans face "fuckin' weeb, you think you're so clever cheating in front of the whole convention." His voice was filled with anger, definitely a sore loser. Your boyfriend scoffed, "As if I would ever cheat. A normie like you wouldn't understand the true art of video games!" He huffed, out, cleary annoyed at the accusations.

"Don't fucking speak to me like that." He spat at the purple-haired demon, pushing his shoulder slightly. A crowd formed around the three of you, "Don't fucking touch him!" You exclaimed, pushing the disgusting person back, gaining both of the male's attention. Before anyone could split up the fight, the males hand met your face, causing everyone to freeze in place. Leviathan sprung up, landing a solid punch on the dudes face, "Lotan will be visiting." He said before pulling you up, running outside the convention, and going to your hotel room.

His eyes scanned yours. "S-stupid normies," he muttered, his hands strictly staying at his sides. Fearful of touching you. You chucked softly at him, grabbing his hand, which shook slightly. "Thank you for protecting me, my Player #1!" His purple-orange irises widened. "Y-you did it first. I can't believe he put his filthy hands on you... now we can't enjoy our time. here." His voice was slightly shakey, his hands gripping yours tighter. "It's okay, Levi, we will go back tomorrow in our cosplay, alright?" A large smile and blush painted his face "y-yeah"

(Bonus: the two of you sat in the hotel room quietly, Levi was placing on his Ruri wig as you put on the taco mask. He made his way over to you, smiling heavily. No one had ever accepted him like you did. It truly made him feel special. "M-mc." He muttered, catching your attention. You hummed in response, "Could you..... close your eyes for me?" He asked quietly, and you smiled softly and closed your eyes. The mask on your face slightly lifted, slightly chapped lips placing themselves on your own. You opened your eyes in shock, only for a flash of Leviathan to run into the restroom.)

Satan

You and Satan sat in the Cat Café, reading books while cats cuddled into the two of you. "Ah, I'm going to use the restroom, alright Tannie?" He smiled softly at the nickname and nodded, not lifting his eyes from the page. A few minutes went by, and your body then left the restroom. Slowly walking over to your Fiancé, but a male sat in your seat flirting to a very irritated Satan. You walked over, cautiously staring at the situation at hand.

You huffed slightly, causing the male to stare at you disgusted. You grabbed a chair from another table and moved it towards Satan. However, the extra male slapped your hand. "Don't you see I'M talking to him!" His hand then gripped yours tightly, you went to go look for help from Satan but he was gone.

Suddenly, a loud crash was heard, the grip on your hand letting go. You turned your eyes to the person, only to see the blonde demon staring into his soul. True Wrath filling the room, somehow the cats aren't fazed. "Never. Touch. Them. Again." He said deeply, causing the male to cry out in fear, "Run. If I find you, you will be tortured." The male ran off from Satan's aura.

Your Fiancé sighed heavily, sitting back down. He motioned you to join him, in which you did. His hands softly grabbed your wrist, assessing the bruises slowly forming. "I will find him." He muttered lowly, causing you to sweat drop. "But.... I will not let this ruin our date." He requested some ice from the store along with a cat drink and kitten cookie for the two of you to share.

(Bonus: Satan came back to his room after the date. He laid you in his chest, softly kissing your sleeping head before he went shopping on his DDD for some book. 'The Art of Torture'......... '101 of Dignity Breaking'........ 'Soul Shattering Spells'....... he smiled softly as he ordered the books. He then opened the devilgram and looked up the page of the demon. Satan knew exactly who he was. Now, he just had to let him believe he truly got away.)

Asmodeus

The night was loud, Asmo had dragged you out to a new bar in town. He was exceptionally happy that you agreed to go with him. Currently, he was on the dance floor as you watched from aside him, giggling softly. You took another sip of your drink, and two people walked over and sat beside you. You looked at the time on your DDD, shit it was getting late. You huffed out and got up, going to grab your best friend. Only to be stopped by the two people "Some kind of fucking problem? We sat here, and you immediately left?!" The male shouted, you shook your head swiftly, "No- I just needed to go get someone."

He scoffed at you, his grip tightening on your arm, causing you to wince. "Pathetic human, its a shame they let such trash enter here." He spat at you, the female beside him giggling away. You looked in the direction of Asmo only for his back to face you. The male pulled you closer, "Humans are weak, right?" He asked the woman beside him, and she nodded and smiled.

You went to go pull away only for the male to smack your face. His hand then held your chin tightly, tears pricking your eyes. "HEY!" A loud voice rang out causing the male to look in annoyance, only for his demeanor to change "Ah! The renowned Asmodeus, care to join us in.... taking care of this pathetic thing.." He smirked slyly, Asmo quickly used his charm on him.

"Sit." The Strawberry Blonde said, his voice filled with hurt and anger. Your body tumbled backward as the larger male let go, only for the demon of lust to catch you. "The person who you call pathetic is the love of my life." He spat out at both demons, both affected by his charm. "Now, both of you, go out into the depths of the damned and never come back." He huffed out as soon as they left, "Hon, oh deary, I'm so sorry, let's go home."

He pulled you in his bathroom, carefully sitting you down on his bath. "Your beautiful skin, I am so sorry I left you, Hon. Truly, how could I ever repay you." He placed some cream on your face, which numbed the pain quickly. "It's alright, Asmo. I got you know. Heh, the love of your life~" you teased. The male-only nodded, causing you to blush heavily. "I meant what I said, MC"

(Bonus: After the two of you took care of your wounds, he led you to his bed. He apologized multiple times over the night, horrified at your bruises. However, he made it up by kissing you. Both of you made it official to the brothers the next day. Then the two of you had to explain the bruises......... that didn't sit well.)

Beelzebub

You sat in Café Lament, waiting for Beel to come back with the hoard of food. You took a sip of Bufo Egg Milk Tea. Your eyes locked on the orange head, who started to walk over, his arms filled with food. He settled the snacks down and sat on the chair. Only to sigh heavily, "I forgot the forks, hold on, I'll be back." He said, but you quickly grabbed his hand. "I got it, love. Don't worry. Go ahead and eat." He smiled a large smile before shoving his face with food, muttering a thank you.

You walked up to the grab section and grabbed many bamboo ware, preparing them to break in Beelz grasp. "Hey, hot stuff," someone said beside you. You shuffled your eyes to their body. Your brain grimaced at his appearance. He was obviously a sex crazed creep, trying to get you as his next prize. You gave a soft smile and went to walk towards Beel. Who had his eyes on you the whole time. As you walked, a sharp pain was shot through your ass, causing you to drop the bamboo ware. You whipped your head back only to find the man floored by Beel.

It was shocking, The Avatar of Gluttony was by NO means violent. So seeing him in such a fit of rage made your heart stop being for a second. "Leave." He said to the male, who scurried out of the Café. Everyone went back to their own business, Beel then turned his attention to you. "Are you okay, MC?" He asked softly, his arms wrapping around you. You nodded and hugged him back. "Let's go eat, Beely." He smiled again and pulled you to sit with him. Your body plopped into his lap, your ass still stinging a little. "Here I'll feed you." He mumbled with his mouth already full.

(Bonus: the two of you laid in the common room, Belphie taking up the other couch. "MC, I'm sorry he assaulted you like that." He mumbled to you. His eyes were saddened as he looked at you. "My Beel, you protected me! Stop saying it as if you did it." You giggled and kissed his lips. You looked back at the fireplace only to jump when an angry Belphie was in face. "Explain." He said. this was gonna be a long night.)

Belphegor

The two of you were dozing off in class. He was your seat partner, so it was quite difficult not to get affected by his drowsiness. Your head once again bounced while doing the work. There was a sub today, so the teacher just gave paper assignments. The bell rang loudly, causing you to jump. You softly shook Belphegors' shoulders, "Hmm?" He mumbled, causing you to smile. "C'mon, sleepyhead, it's time to go home." He nodded and slowly gathered his stuff.

You went to go walk out with Belph but was stopped by the substitute, "MC. Correct?" She said, annoyed, both you and the youngest brother turned around, "Ah yes, that's me." You mumbled, waiting for her to respond. "I need to have a word with you." She said, Belphie looked at you with hesitant eyes but walked to the door, "I'll be out here." He said.

The substitute glared at you as soon as the door closed. "You are so disrespectful." She spat at you, her body getting into your personal space. "Ah- I do apologize ma'am I am unsure of what you're talking about." She scoffed at you, her finger pointed in your face, "Sleeping while working! A disgusting human like you should know better!" You groaned heavily at her words, this again, each time someone new came to the school they thought they could speak to you however they wanted.

Your groan seemed to have pissed her off cause as soon as it left your lips, she slapped you and pushed you into a desk. The door flung open, and an infuriated Belphegor in his demon form stood in front of the substitute. He grabbed their jaw tightly, his nails digging into her skin. "Isn't so nice now, is it?!" He said with a malice filled grin, the woman shuttered in fear as she dropped to her knees. Belphie knelt down and whispered something in her ear before quickly grabbing you and rushing to the HOL.

He pulled you into the attic and huffed heavily, opening the mini fridge and grabbing some ice packs. He placed you on the bed and carefully handed you them. "I'm sorry, MC, I know it's annoying to always be looked down upon." He muttered. He carefully laid his body on yours after you settled the ice on your body. He whispered something, and suddenly intense relaxation hit you. He would do this whenever you were stressed or hurt. You closed your heavy eyes, Belphie sighed softly and kissed your shoulder before joining you to sleep.

(Bonus: Lucifer looked at his DDD, bewilderment hitting his face. It wasn't often that his youngest brother texted him, so he immediately opened it. His face grimaced at the message. It was an image of a dark bruise that was on your shoulder. 'What happened?' Lucifer typed. 'Substitute lost their shit on them, I messaged you this in defense, I gave them a heavy sleeping spell.' The eldest brother sighed out, of course. He would usually be mad, but this was proper punishment. 'No worries, good choice,' he texted back before closing his phone. "I'm gonna need to teach these demons a damn lesson.")

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #asmodeus x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader

[bettyrightnow]

thinking about how taylor has talked about light or the lack thereof in the past couple of years .. how it began as "something happened for the first time in the darkest little paradise, shaking, pacing, i just need you" -> "you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room" -> "i'd kiss you as the lights went out" -> "starry eyes sparking up my darkest nights" -> "we could follow the sparks" -> "the streetlights pointed in an arrowhead leading us home" -> "meet me in the afterglow" -> "this ultraviolet morning light below tells me this love is worth the fight" -> "i've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night, and now i see daylight". and then it turned into "my eclipsed sun, this has broken me down" -> "across our great divide there is a glorious sunrise" -> "i'm sitting on a bench in coney island wonder 'where did my baby go?' the fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go" -> "it gets colder and colder when the sun goes down" -> "remember looking at this room, we loved it cause of the light. now i just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time" -> "half moonshine, full eclipse". how initially he was a force that pulled her from the darkness and brought her light, the light was a safe place from them to stay. then it became something that he was taking from her, not letting her shine as brightly as she felt they once did. it was something that she could only reminisce on from the dark that she had been re-delivered to. and how the beginning of the resolution of the arc, which i'm sure will be discussed in much further detail in ttpd, can be found in bejeweled: "i miss sparkling" "i'm still bejeweled, when i walk in the room, i can still make the whole place shimmer" "what's a girl gonna do? a diamond's gotta shine"

#happy eclipse day!! #happy independence day!!!

[waywardcrow]

Gorgeous.

Summary: Bucky is so gorgeous and you need to tell him in a very particular way.

Warnings: English is not my first language so please if I make a mistake tell me, alcohol, drunk rambles, fluff, a tiny bit of angst but not really, Bucky being Bucky, this was very self-indulgent and inspired in that Taylor Swift song we all love, if I forgot something please let me know.

I do not consent to my work being copied, translated or reposted.

“I can’t stop looking at you, it’s infuriating” you needed to stop talking but the alcohol in your veins only fuels more your infatuation with the super soldier who looked at you with a smirk. “And why is that, sweetheart?” he asked like he didn’t knew, the little shit. You scoffed while making yourself comfortable in your seat –his lap- and rolled your eyes. He was so damn handsome, even in the multiple color lights that Tony arranged for the party and the music was so loud that you had to talk very close to him so Bucky could hear you which also didn't help, you could see every freckle, every little beautiful detail. “Barnes, you know why” It was impossible that he didn’t knew you were crazy about him, always daydreaming about his eyes so blue that you could drown in them, his dark hair that looked so soft to the touch, his smirk full of charm, all about him made it very difficult to even meet his eye and you weren’t the only one. Agents, lab assistants, even the damn journalist who interview the team a few days back, all of them fell victims of him. “I swear I have no idea what are you talking about, love.” He started to rub circles in your back, his cold vibranium hand sending shivers at the contact with your skin. The simple navy blue dress you chose for Yelena’s birthday was apparently enough to catch his attention but it wasn’t enough for you, he was in your thoughts since you two met and Bucky didn’t seemed to understand it.

“Because you are gorgeous, you cheeky son of a bitch” that was your answer when his smile got wider, as if he found pleasure in troubling you, the words were starting to blur in your tongue, most likely for the shots you had with Natasha and Maria but the need to tell Bucky everything that was in your heart burned in your tongue just like tequila “you are so fucking handsome that I can barely believe you are real and your laugh makes me feel all tingly and full of joy at the same time” you averted your eyes but his stare burn in your skin to make you know his attention was on you “and you make me feel so at peace that is aggravating.” The rest of the team was distracted which was good, if someone else could listen to you talk right now, they will never let you hear the end of it. “Sweetheart…” “Let me finish Barnes” you interrupted, his amused surprise made you sigh when you saw him bit his lip “see? That´s the shit I’m talking about, no one should look this fine, you should really think about the consequences of doing stuff like that in front of me or any other person, I don’t think your girlfriend approves, if you have a girlfriend in the first place. Bucky’s eyebrows got up, that was interesting.

“My girlfriend, huh?” “Yeah, or your girlfriends or boyfriend, boyfriends, significant one” you started rambling because who were you to assume things about him? His laugh broke your train of thought, leaving you in awe of such spectacle “this is so unfair.” You mumbled tracing with your fingertips the smile lines surrounding his eyes, all the embarrassment and concern about his love life forgotten. “You are one to talk about it, doll” he said helping you find a comfortable position so you could lay your head against his shoulder, starting to doze off after you yawn “are you sleepy?” You nodded and closed your eyes, hugging him as best as you could with your free arm. “I hate how good you smell and how comfy you are, I want to sleep here forever.” Bucky smiled, you fell asleep after that and he got up to take you to your room. “Is your girl ok?” Sam asked him when he walked pass him and Peter in the pool table. “She's just sleepy, I’m going to take her to our bedroom” Both guys said their good nights and Bucky made it to the elevators, your face was so relaxed that he almost felt bad for how much he will tease you about your confession for the next days but that's what you get when forgot you both were already married.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader

[sanjisblackasswife]

could u do a headcannon of monster trio + law walking in on u changing sfw and nsfw? 😰🙏

“𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦”

Ft: Law, Luffy, Sanji, Zoro

Black Fem Reader

CW: Established Relationships , Fingering, Oral, Vaginal Sex, Tiddy Succkkinnnn

Sanji

SFW

Him “Walking on you” wasn’t even an accident 😒

This little pervert was watching you the entire time.

When he knows you are about to take a shower or he knows you have to go change, not too long until he leaves the pot for dinner on low to follow you back to your shared room.

You’re not sure if he thinks you’re an idiot but from the shuffles of his feet and hearing his small groans and praises looking at your bare body stepping into the hot shower completely gives away that he stares at you.

You don’t mind it it’s just irritating when you ask him he turns around and LIES.

“I’d never watch you in your most private moments!”

He’s so full of shit his eyes should be brown.

So finally you caught him “slipping”, you were taking off your clothes and waited for him to creep his way inside the room and when he does open the door to see you dropping your panties down to your ankles his face goes red.

“Forgot something ?”

NSFW

You knew he was going to lie again, some sorry excuse as to why he was about to watch you so, moving yourself out of the panties that pool around your legs you approach him.

“I—-Sweetheart! I-I-I—“

“You was ganna watch me again huh.”

You don’t care to hear his denials instead you gently push him against the door and latch lips.

He’s breathing so harshly against you, his hands itching to just touch your naked body, but afraid you may get mad.

But of course you don’t, he’s your boyfriend he can touch you.

You place his hands under the cup of your butt, he takes it upon himself to grip your skin firmly before you flung your arms around his neck.

“Ji….” You moan feeling him get bolder with his movements, kissing and suckling your neck. Your tone said enough for him to pick you up and toss you on the fluffy bed.

“I’M sorry ! I didn’t hurt y—“

“Jiiiiiii…” You spread your legs, hushing his concerns as his eyes fixate on your damp cunt, You teasingly point at it before using those same fingers to open your lower lips to him.

He understood, it wouldn’t be the first for him.

Quickly wiping his nose from any blood threatening to fall he loosens his tie, and gets on the bed taking a long lick against your slit, spitting on your clit before attaching his lips to it.

Did that stop sanji from watching you get naked? No. If anything it encouraged it if he knew getting caught would lead to such amazing “consequences “.

Zoro

SFW

Very embarrassing.

He has seen you naked before but each time he still can’t handle it especially when it’s so sudden.

“PUT ON SOME CLOTHES!”

“YOU’RE IN MY ROOM?!”

He does it literally once a week and it’s to the point now that it feels like he does it on purpose.

And trust me. He doesn’t.

Out of panic sometimes he even throws his own shirt for you to put on before running out the room.

Zoro loves your body, he really does it’s just OVERWHELMING to him sometimes, your curves, pretty dark smooth skin, pretty natural hair, it was so much for him to take in seeing it all at once out of no where

NSFW

Today you knew Zoro was once again going to walk in on you getting dressed, so you purposely took your time, lathering up your pretty body in shea butter and your scented lotions, in the complete nude on your shared bed and just like clock work:

“AH FUCK! I’M! I’M SORRY!”

You laugh, seeing his eye shut as he tries to blindly back away and close the door but you get up and pull his arm, hugging it almost.

“Zooooo.” You tease looking at his red face. “Why do you always act like you never seen my body before?”

“Because!” He stammers as his face turns red, beyond embarrassed to see your slippery damp body rub against his, and being the man that he is, he felt himself get hard.

“Y-Y/N STOP! You cant—-!”

You shut him up with a kiss, smiling in satisfaction as you feel him softly groan against your mouth, his cold sweaty lip from his workout prior was so delicious on your tongue you swiped his bottom lip for access inside

Zoro was a man of self control. He swore he was

Until he met you.

Now he’s a weakened man, back against the door, fiddling with his belt while kissing you he reaches up to your breast and pull it up to his mouth.

“Fuck…” He mumbles against your sensitive nipple , his tongue swirling and poking at it before giving it a light tug.

“Zo…~” You moan out, fingers rubbing his scalp as you allowed him to fondle your breast.

You were pretty impressed on how quickly he folded against a few seconds of sloppy kissing

Zoro gave you a small scold after your afternoon in the sheets about needing to lock your door, but your roll your eyes at him as you laid on his bare chest in the bed. You don’t regret what you did. Not one bit

Not If that’s all it takes for Zoro to fuck you the way he did.

Luffy

SFW

Luffy wouldnt know privacy if you wrote it down to him on a piece of meat.

Just like Zoro, it’s clockwork with him. He been doing it to you ever since you came on the ship.

You known Luffy to not be a pervert, but since you both started dating you’re beginning to rethink that.

Everytime he walks jn on you he uses the reason to touch you more, hugs, kisses, rubs, etc and leaves and you don’t really think much of it in the moment but now you’re starting to see it as an excuse for him to be an actual pervert

He barges in you room right as you drop your towel and gives you a big ass smile.

“Luffy get out!”

“Why! I wanted to see you!”

Oh he was seeing you alright.

Instead of being a notmal human beging and walking away he instead approached you. Still with that same grin, but somehow you felt the mood switch once he shut your door with his back.

NSFW

Luffy does his typical hug and touch before leaving, but this hug lingers

his hands are rubbing all over your lower back so dangerously close to your ass

“You’re so wet.”

“W-what!?”

“Your body.” he pulls back with a smirk, “It’s wet. Are you wet all over too?”

“I took a shower Lu…remember i wanted you to take one with me.”

“Hm” was all he said, as his fingers were rubbing up and down your tummy, his eyes fixated on your bare pussy.

He had some thoughts seeing you like this, and Luffy being Luffy

Those intrusive thoughts won.

“L-Lu!”

He moves three fingers to your clit, not looking up with his head down leaning into your breast, he is in a trance watching your pussy being played with by him.

You almost stumble once he crawled his fingers inside you.

His fingers stretched a little more than needed, you throw your arms around him, mindlessly pulling him closer to smother him in your tits and he starts to giggle

“You like that?” Luffy asks softly holding you completely still. You nod and he takes it upon himself to place you and your back in the bed

“You like when I play with you like this?”

Already feeling your orgasm approach Luffy hovers over you, going at a faster pace with two fingers inside your wet hole, as his thumb rubs your clit “Then cum.”

He was moving at such a faster pace your eyes remained shut, and yet your could sense his little smile at you before he latched his warm lips on your cold erect nipple earning him a hiss.

Luffy didn’t know why but watching you cum was something so pretty, so indescribable, he loved seeing you like this.

He should have done this sooner, and he could have but

This time he only got this way because he was horny and didn’t know how to speak up.

Law

SFW

You wanted to trick him

Law has been pent up for weeks now and the last time he was like this all you needed to do was give him some pussy and he was fine and himself again

But he just didn’t

And it’s not like he wasn’t trying to tell you he wanted some alone time with you, his small touches in your thigh, kissing your longer than usual always was a warning signal that your stoic boyfriend wanted you, but he always pulled back for some reason

So today as you are fresh out the shower you call out his name and have him rush over to your room

“Y-Y/N!”

Similar to Zoro’s reaction he tries to close his eyes and back away

Hell even yell out “Room”!

But you quickly grab his arm to stop him

Nsfw

“Wait wait wait wait” You whine, His face so red already avoiding eye contact. “Stay….I need you.”

“For what you can put on your clothes on your own.”

“I know.” You nod up at him, to then move his face to look at you “But I would rather take your clothes off.”

Law freezes. Not knowing what to do next you peck the corner of his lips, YOUR signal that you want him and he tugs at his lower lip.

Damn you were tempting.

It wasn’t too long until you walked him backwards on your bed, playing with your breast as you watched him get undressed for you

Hovering over your body he hesitates to kiss you, barely pecking your lip. He was so cute nervous like this, you thought.

You take the initiative to kiss him passionately, pushing your tongue in his mouth your began to rub against his semi hard cock causing him to groan in your mouth.

“Can I..?” Law shyly asks as he pokes the tip against your slit

“Of course you can, baby.”

As you both share a small moan together, Law had to take a moment and lay on top of your entirely, head in your neck.

You smile hearing his content, rubbing his scruffy black hair , your kiss his ear.

“Feel better?”

“Not yet.” Law mumbled, “I’ll be completely better when i fuck you.”

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[crystalskiesandcherrywine]

And all the pieces fall, right into place // Part One

So Feyd Rautha is still on my mind and that’s my second try of writing about him and an Artreides!Reader.

This will get smutty later on, but not in this chapter.

Summary: As the Princess of House Atreides, you don’t shy away from what ever must be done for your family. Your impending union with a Harkonnen, though anticipated, doesn't unsettle you. However, the events take an unforeseen twist, placing your fate on a precarious edge. This sudden shift brings about consequences far beyond what you could have ever envisioned.

English is not my first language.

All feedback is welcome <3

Part two // Part Three

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There are so many songs that make me think of our favorite psychotic Harkonnen, but I stick with „Found“ by ††† (Crosses) for now.

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Na Baron Feyd Rautha x Atreides!Reader

FxM

1.349 words

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The dim light wandered through the corridor, veiling most of the space into a velvety dark. The earthy brown and green tapestry on the wall illumined ever so slightly by the flowing arms along the wall. But even if there would be no light, you know the way by heart, having followed it more times than you can remember. Your feet shuffled along the floor, finally stopping at a closed door almost hidden at the end of the passage. Before your knuckles can touch the polished wood, a slight gap appears.

„You are late“ Paul says, and pulls you in, closing the door behind you at once.

„Well, you can take it up with our Father. I love him with all my heart, but with him being in the library for so long there was no chance of getting past him earlier“ 

„He seems to spend an awful amount of time there nowadays“ Paul muses and lets himself fall on a cushion on the floor. 

„That’s true. I believe he hides from Mother.“

Both of you cannot suppress a laugh. Since Lady Jessica is with child she seems quite easily irritated with everyone, especially with the Duke. 

„Well, at least she will have a new baby to take care of when we are gone“ 

„Let's drink to that“ Paul says, and produces a bottle of wine and two glasses from a cupboard. 

The liquid is the perfect ruby color, reflecting the light on the walls. It feels like all of your home planet has been distilled into the glass in your hand: the sweetness of the sunshine rays, the vibrancy of the hills covered in forests, the deepness of mountain lakes you wandered with Paul & Duncan, the acidity of the soreness after training with Gurney and the light twinge of bitterness of the goodbyes Paul and you were to say so soon. 

„We have about a fortnight still“ he says, as if reading your mind. 

„How about you stay out of my thoughts, “ you reply, but there is no sharpness to it. He is right, your future is about to unfold, but now you are here still, far away from the harsh and unforgiving Giedi Prime where the man you were promised to awaits.

„I really should go there and tell them off“ Your father sighs, his eyes still resting on the book he has had for half an hour without reading a single word. 

„And what good would it do? Let them, they will need the memories to sustain them through what’s to come“ Lady Jessica says with a benevolent smile. 

Her hand rests on her belly, instantly protective of the new life. But she feels the same unease as the Duke, with hints of trouble in the air being almost tangible to her. 

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You regret the last cup when you wake up the next morning. Your mouth feels dry and ashy, your head throbbing. Your handmaidens say nothing, but a vial with medicine is placed wordlessly on your nightstand. You gulp it down and rush to the private dining room, where your mother and Paul are already there. 

A servant plates some bread on your plate but is dismissed by Lady Jessica with a stern look. 

„No, please. Not now“ you whine „ We practised for so much already“ 

Lady Jessicas looks at you sternly „And yet there is a need for more“.

Your eyes wander to your brother 

„Don’t look at me for help. I had earned my breakfast already“

With a sigh, you sit upright and focus on your mother

„Give me the plate“

Like in a trance, her hands move as she grabs the plate from the servants' hands and puts it next to you. 

„Good, now what else do you want?“ 

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Days pass by in training, between the library and the combat space, with afternoons free for you and Paul to do as you please. To sit at the cliff just outside your ancestral fortress, with seagulls rushing over your head, while you look at the waves crashing at the shore is something you cannot believe to be able to leave without. The hours spent in comfortable silence are so precious to you that you almost can’t find back the tears prickling in your eyes. A servant comes running to you one of those afternoons, visibly distressed. 

„My Lord, my Lady“ he finally gets out between snapping for air „You are requested at the guest hall at once. Please come“ Paul and you get up, exchanging a glance. In the hall, the fireplace is lit and everything is a buzz with servants carrying silver plates, candles and chairs. Your father stands next to the fire, his hands clasped behind his back with the message scroll he holds so tightly his knuckles are almost white. He turns around, and his expression is carefully neutral.

„There has been news for you today, my children. Paul, you are to leave for Arraki with me in a week. We will meet the Fremen delegation there and your wedding is to take place in Arrakeen. You, my daughter, however, will be gathered by Baron Vladimir Harkonnen and Na Baron Feyd Rautha here. Baron Vladimir and his nephews will arrive the day after tomorrow. They will take you to Giedi Prime after the wedding“ 

Paul seems as confused as you are. You were to travel as a family to Giedi Prime so that your wedding could commence after Na Baron's Birthday celebrations. But now he and his family make the effort and spice to travel to your home. This news leaves you puzzled and unsettled. „Now go to Lady Jessica at once“ he says and with a bow of your head, you rush to her chambers. 

Lady Jessica seems calm, compared to you. But she has years of Bene Desserts training that you are yet to acquire. She holds out her hands to both of you. „Something is not right“ she admits, „but there is nothing to gain in worrying now. We have too much to do“ 

And with this, your packing begins.

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Metal plate touches the ground with a soft thud, revealing a row of Harkonnens soldiers, all in their full combat gear, looking out of place in the middle of the green field their vessel landed on. „Quite a show“ Paul signs to you and gets a „Behave now“ as a reaction from your mother. 

They march in unison and behind them a grotesque floating figure is revealed, followed by multiple tubes, connected to dark glass orbs. Baron Vladimir Harkonnen floats, with his drape touching the ground and collecting the morning dew on the edges of it. His face is soft and plump but also full of hardness, small eyes beading at you with a hostility you cannot understand. Glossu Rabban, a mountain of muscle, follows slightly behind him, glancing between your family and the surroundings. Light breeze reaches you, carrying the smell of the sea foam and shells and raising the banners of your House behind you even higher. You lift your chin a bit, trying to mirror it and your gaze falls on the man next to Glossu. His skin is so fair that it looks like snow on a mountaintop, unblemished and almost sparkling. His uniform is tight, with black leather at his shoulders, knees and boots, which only makes his skin more striking. You are aware of his reputation, so his calm pace doesn’t fool you. Behind this facade of tranquillity is a person who is rumored to be the most ruthless soldier in the known universe. His eyes seem to look straight at your parents when suddenly his head turns to you and his dark blue eyes meet yours. For a split second, the corner of your mouth twitches nervously and he catches that, causing a hint of a smile on his face. He doesn’t look away as if to test you, so you try to withhold his gaze with the same amount of pride. His lips form a proper smile now, with the promise of a story yet to begin.

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to be continued ...

#dune part ii #feyd rautha #feyd rautha imagine #feyd smut #feyd x reader #feyd x you #dune movie #paul atreides #feyd fanfiction #arranged marriage #no cannon in sight #shameless smut #smut #dune smut #feyd rautha smut #feyd rautha harkonnen #austin butler #i can fix him #no but seriously

[diamondseaside]

“i regret you all the time” / “it’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it” / “you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room”

[koosbabygrl]

hunger ↠ kth

↠ genre: smut, angst, yandere ↠ summary: taehyung’s kept you captive for months and he’ll do anything to taste you ↠ pairing: yandere!taehyung x reader ↠ tw: yandere, non-con, obsession, non-sexual slapping, kidnapping, oral sex (female receiving), manipulation, starvation, blackmail, shame, guilt, forced orgasm (sorta), pussy smacking, fingering, name-calling, degradation, humiliation

this is dark yandere. please do not read if these things trigger you. i do not condone or support these acts. my writing is purely fictional and does not truly represent any member.  

please don’t copy, steal, plagiarize, re-post, or otherwise use without permission  

Your stomach was rumbling as you lay on the bed. You hadn’t eaten anything all day and you were practically starving. It was times like this you hated Taehyung the most. You hated how he made you rely on him. How you hated him but he made you need him.

Taehyung had lured you here, to his house, months ago and had never let you leave. You’d taken a job as a cleaner, absolutely desperate for money after COVID had closed down your place of work. This particular listing paid extremely well, almost twice the average wage of the other listings and you’d have been a fool not to apply.

Things that seem too good to be true usually are, and you learned this quickly when you showed up at Taehyung’s, your newly purchased cleaning supplies in tow. You probably should’ve been suspicious when you got the job with no prior cleaning experience and a very brief interview. But you didn’t think too much of it. The meagre balance of your bank account didn’t exactly allow you to be choosy about your employment.

So now here you were, waiting for him in this room that he hadn’t let you out of for months. Honestly, it wasn’t like him to leave you in here all day without food. He’d usually come in a few times a day, with meals, snacks, or other treats like books or games to keep you occupied while you were in here with nothing to do. He liked to talk to you, have conversations about his day. He’d attempt to touch you, but you had never let anything get past awkward cuddles, and you didn’t think you ever would.

The fact that he’d just completely ghosted you had you a little worried. What if he had abandoned you? Left you in this room to rot? It wasn’t as though you could do anything about it. You’d starve to death alone, without anybody you loved knowing where you were.

As your thoughts began to spin to darker and darker places, you heard footsteps approaching your door from the outside. Relief flooded you as you heard the door unlock and saw Taehyung’s tall figure step through. The undeniably handsome man had made it clear on multiple occasions that you were to stay away from the door when he was entering and the consequences for not doing so would be severe.

“Hey,” you said, sitting up straighter on the bed. You saw that he wasn’t carrying anything in his hands, which was odd. Surely he should have brought you something to eat now. Had he simply forgotten?

“Hi baby, how’re you holding up?” Taehyung asked, sweetly. Something was off about his tone, you knew him well enough by now to sense it right away. He was up to something and you didn’t like it.

“I’m alright,” you replied, carefully. Navigating Taehyung’s moods was another thing you’d had to learn to do. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday though. I’m pretty hungry,” You pouted, hoping to elicit some sympathy from your captor.

He smiled and you didn’t like it, “Yeah I bet.”

Taehyung sat down beside you and placed one of his large hands on your inner thigh. You were mostly used to things like this now. Taehyung liked to be affectionate and it always made you uncomfortable, but you’d been conditioned to hide your displeasure. Angering him never ended well.

Taehyung had never forced himself on you, not in that way, at least, and you hoped that if you allowed him these little things, putting his hand on your thigh, stroking your hair, cuddling you as you both went to sleep, that he never would. Maybe it was naive to believe that you could keep him satisfied like this but what other choice did you have?

“Baby, I’m hungry too,” he said to you.

“Well, okay...so we should eat? Did you order something?” You asked him, somewhat confused. 

“No, I’m not hungry for food,” he said, devilishly. “I’m hungry for this.”

“Huh?”

Taehyung moved his hand up your inner thigh, up your dress, brushing your skin with his delicate fingers, all the way up until he got to your clothed cunt.

“This. I want - I need to taste you.”

His words made your blood run cold. You tried to push his hand off of your centre but he was much too strong for you, and all you succeeded in was irritating him. He grabbed you by the back of the neck with his other hand and whispered menacingly, “Don’t. Fight. Me.”

Your eyes filled with tears and you shook your head and squeezed your legs together as best you could, “No, please. Please, I don’t want, I can’t…” you trailed off, sobs replacing your desperate pleas. It had been so many months of living in fear of this and as much as you had tried to prepare yourself for the inevitability of it, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to.

“Baby...I just want to eat your pussy, okay? That’s all,” Taehyung said, soothingly, trying to calm you down, “I promise, you’ll like it. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

You kept on shaking your head no, barely able to speak at this point. Everything he was saying was just making it worse, you thought you were going to have a panic attack. You couldn’t do this. The thought of it disgusted you and it only made you sob harder.

Suddenly, Taehyung got up off the bed and stood in front of you. His looming figure was as intimidating as he meant it to be and you shriveled into yourself even more than you already were.

“I’m not that bad, am I?” Taehyung asked, gruffly, looking down at you. You couldn’t believe he’d ask you such an insane question. He was holding you captive, for fuck’s sake. 

“You’re worse,” you spat back, venomously. 

You paid for your second of bravery. Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you and smacked you hard across the face. It was strong enough to knock you over on the bed. When you tried to get up, he smacked your other chee. He then turned around and began walking to the door.

“Taehyung, wait, please! I’m sorry,” you called out, desperately. “Please...I need food. Is there any food?” You hated that you had to ask him, and that you had to apologize to him even though you hadn’t done anything wrong. But you were so damn hungry you couldn’t help it. “Please.”

“You’ll eat once I have,” Taehyung said, turning around to face you. The anger of a few seconds ago had dissipated and was now replaced with a diabolical smile. “It’s up to you.” And with that he left, leaving you hungry and alone.

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The next few days passed by agonizingly slow. Taehyung visited you once each day, to bring you a single slice of bread each time and to ask you if you’d reconsidered his offer. You’d said you hadn’t, pathetically attempting to keep some semblance of dignity, even though you both knew you’d eventually cave. You had to.

And you did. Four days later, with only water and barely any food in your system, you cracked. You were tired, and delirious, and all you could think of was how you needed sustenance and that you were prepared to do anything to get it.

Taehyung, once again, showed up to your room with that damn slice of white bread and you broke. You got down on your knees in front of him and began to cry.

“Taehyung, I’m sorry. Please, do whatever you want with me. Just...please feed me. I’m so sorry.” You looked up at him, expecting a smile but all you saw was a look of mock confusion on his face. 

“Do what I want to you?” He asked, his brow furrowed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I just meant...like...you can um, do stuff to me,” you said, somewhat awkwardly.

“Do what?” He pressed. The sadistic bastard was having fun with this.

Swallowing the scrap of pride you had left, you answered him, “You can eat me out.”

Silence hung heavily in the air for a second, and you wondered how much more of this you were going to have to take.

“Oh. Is that something you want?” Taehyung asked, still playing dumb.

“I...yes?” You said, carefully.

“Are you sure? I wanna make sure you want it. That you’re consenting. I’m not some rapist or something. I’d never force you to do anything. Tell me you want it.”

His words were like another slap in the face. It was one thing for him to force you to allow him to do this, it was quite another for him to force you to pretend that you wanted him to do this. It was cruel and it was humiliating, the ultimate power play. To force your consent and pretend that he hadn’t. There was a small part of you still that wanted to fight, to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone, but the thought of another day without a proper meal was too much to bear.

“Yes. I want it,” you said, thoroughly defeated, and both of you knew it.

“You want what?” Taehyung prompted, his eyebrows raised. 

“I want you to eat my pussy, please.”

“How bad?”

He wasn’t going to let this go easily and you hated him for it, “So badly, Tae. I need it.”

Taehyung smirked, “Of course, baby. Get on the bed.”

You got up on your shaky legs, weak from days of near starvation, making your way over to the bed and laying down on your back. You reached up the skirt of your dress and took off your panties, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible, putting your knees up and spreading your legs for him.

Taehyung got on the bed and knelt between your legs, getting to look at your pussy up close for the first time. He didn’t bother to ease you into this, like you thought he might. He didn’t kiss you up your inner thigh before making his way to your core. No, Taehyung dove right in, giving a long lick to your slit.

The feeling made you recoil, but you said nothing, you didn’t even make a sound. You were going to bear this, as awful as it was.

Taehyung then kissed your clit, tenderly, like one would do to a lover, before he wrapped his arms around your thighs, truly locking you in place. He began licking and sucking on your nub, his skilled lips and tongue working together. He wanted you to enjoy this. Nothing would make him happier than getting to taste you whilst humiliating you in the process.

You hated this. Him, yourself, everything. You hated his mouth between your legs, but you especially hated the tiny jolts of pleasure that indicated how your body was betraying you. You tried to resist against the way you could feel yourself responding to him. You could feel yourself becoming wet as he kept on working. He slid his tongue down to dip into your cunt while thumbing your clit and to your shame, you felt yourself clench around him.

Taehyung snickered against your pussy. He raised his head up to make eye contact and you looked down at him, his mouth coated with a mixture of his own saliva as well as your arousal. “Are you enjoying this?”

“No,” you replied pathetically, and Taehyung gave your cunt a hard smack, making you let out a tiny shriek.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, you little slut,” he said, although he sounded more amused than angry. He took two fingers and pushed them into your pussy, pumping them a few times. “My fingers are sliding in and out of your cunt so easily,” he continued. “You’re soaking wet.”

You bit your lip, trying to stop the sounds of pleasure threatening to escape you. Seeing this, Taehyung curled his fingers, finding your sweet spot with such such ease that you might’ve thought he’d done this with you before. You let out a moan despite yourself and that of course encouraged Taehyung further. He latched his lips around your clit while his lithe fingers worked you from the inside. 

There was no holding back now, you couldn’t stop the sounds that were coming out of your mouth. His hunger for you felt palpable. His lips and tongue were moving even faster now, getting sloppier, as though he really was a man starved. Your whines and whimpers were fueling him. Your hips were bucking in turn, you’d completely forgotten about how much you hated him. He used a forearm to hold you down so he could properly continue his assault on your pussy. The undeniable feeling of your orgasm was rushing up on you, and you didn’t think you could hold back now.

Taehyung must’ve realised how close you were because he stopped abruptly, moving his head up, although his two fingers were still lodged deep in you. He scissored them, making you squeak a little, before he said, “Are you going to cum on my tongue, you fucking whore?”

You nodded, and Taehyung attached himself to your clit again, growling against it. It didn’t take long for you to become undone. “Oh, god, yes, Tae,” you mewled, unable to help it. You let go, allowing your orgasm to wrack your body, cumming all over Taehyung’s mouth. He licked it all up, unable to get enough of you.

Your post-orgasm haze had you feeling more relaxed than you had in days, despite what you’d just gone through. You blinked sleepily at Taehyung. The thought of eating something and going to bed was a pleasant one.

“Tae, can I have something to eat now?”

Taehyung looked at you malevolently as he began to unbutton his pants. “Of course baby, I think you’ve finally earned a good meal.”

#bts smut #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #taehyung oneshot #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x you #yandere bts #yandere taehyung #taehyung fanfic #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts fic #bts x reader #taehyung angst #bts angst #bts fanfiction #bts au #taehyung au #bts imagines

[ptn-imagines]

how do you think Cinnabar would treat her lover f!chief who has lots of scars on her face and body (not related to self harm or anything) and is extremely insecure about them? you might write an imagine or just a couple of headcanons as you please. thank you!

Here you go, anon! These kind of turned into... some sort of mix between an imagine and headcanons at the end. Imagicanons? Sure. Well, they still classify as headcanons due to the format, but I digress. I probably would've finished this sooner, but you know... My body decided "No Write, Only Sleep" for several days in a row.

Incidentally, ya'll love Cinnabar so much that I think it's rubbing off on me LOL. I feel like I could write for her in my sleep at this point, which isn't a bad thing.

Cinnabar comforting her lover F!Chief who is insecure about her scars

Cinnabar has a lot of scars; it's a natural consequence in her line of work. She doesn't pay them any mind, so they don't really bother her.

Chief also has a multitude of scars, brands left by both Mania and close calls during combat. Many of them can be hidden by her clothes, and careful application of makeup can more or less conceal the rest, but they're nevertheless quite prominent, and their odd shapes leave no doubt of their unnatural origin. Looking at them leaves Chief sick to her stomach.

When Cinnabar first noticed Chief flinched away from being touched in certain spots, she didn't think much of it. Maybe Chief just didn't like being touched there; it was a perfectly normal boundary. Scars were far from her mind.

In fact, she discovered the scars through a complete accident. Cinnabar usually knocked before entering the Chief's room; naturally, the one time it slipped her mind was the one time she walked in on the Chief changing.

She noticed the scars, but as an afterthought. Her brain had mostly screeched to a halt, eyes going wide, heat rushing to her cheeks; Chief, for her part, was madly scrambling to cover herself with a towel.

“C-Chief, I'm so sorry, I-”

Chief interrupted Cinnabar's frantic blubbering with a raised hand. Her tone sounded resigned, and her gaze was pointedly averted. “It's fine, Cinnabar. I guess I couldn't keep it a secret forever.” She sighed again; before Cinnabar could ask what was bothering her, she continued. “So… what do you think? They're awful, aren't they?”

Cinnabar blinked a few times, trying to figure out what her girlfriend meant. Was… there something she should be noticing? (Scars were so natural to her that she didn't even think to consider them.) “I'm sorry, Chief, I don't understand…?”

“My scars.” It clicked into place, and Cinnabar's gaze returned to the patchwork of Mania marks left behind on her lover's skin. Sure, Cinnabar wasn't going to lie and say they were pretty, but they really didn't seem… Okay, they were bad. But in Cinnabar's eyes, that didn't matter at all.

However, for Chief, it clearly did matter, and quite a lot at that. The last thing Cinnabar wanted to do was dismiss her feelings just because she couldn't relate, so it took her a moment to come up with an appropriate response.

“Chief, scars won't ever look pretty.” That was… still blunter than she would have liked, but Cinnabar worried that if she was any more direct, it would only worsen the problem. “After all, they're your body's marks of survival. When fighting death, or Mania, your body doesn't care about how you look; it cares about staying alive.”

Chief seemed caught off guard by this answer, but Cinnabar could see by the look in her eyes that she was not fully reassured. “I suppose. It doesn't stop me from feeling like an ugly monster, though.”

Cinnabar frowned, approaching and sitting a respectful distance from the Chief on the bed. Her dark hair curtained her face from this angle, yet Cinnabar could still see the most prominent of the scars peeking through. “If it helps at all, I don't see you that way, Chief. You're… wonderful. Incredible. I'm heavily scarred too, you know, so… I don't think anything of it. The only thing that your scars make me feel is… relief, that you're still here. That you're still at my side.”

Another long silence from the Chief had Cinnabar fearing that she'd said the wrong thing. Just as the bodyguard was about to try saying something else, her lover finally spoke. “Have I ever told you you're amazing, Cinnabar?”

Cinnabar couldn't help blushing a deep red. She was no stranger to these words of praise from her girlfriend, but no matter how much time passes, they always got the same reaction from her. “Y-You've mentioned it a time or two…”

Chief laughed again, and before Cinnabar could recover, the smaller woman had curled up against her side, head on her shoulder. Instinct led Cinnabar to quickly gather the Chief up in her arms. “Well, I'll keep saying it. It's true. I don't think I'll ever really be at peace with my scars, but… hearing you say these things does make me feel a little better. Thank you.”

Cinnabar suppressed an audible sigh of relief, hugging her closer. Her girlfriend let out a happy noise and snuggled against her. “It’s no problem, Chief. I'd do anything for you.”

And she would; to Cinnabar, Chief was the most important person in the world. Even if it meant betraying everything else she stood for… Cinnabar would always love, cherish and protect her beloved Chief.

#ptn #path to nowhere #ptn cinnabar #path to nowhere cinnabar #cinnabar #ptn headcanons #path to nowhere headcanons #headcanons

[ginoeh]

Dream’s Coat (TM), pretty please??

@chaosheadspace asked for the same! Here you go, lovelies...

This is probably not what you think it is. Or, idk, maybe it's exactly what you think it is? Because both of you know that I'm actually a little dark angst writer at heart lol. 

Okay, so this started a long time ago (read: in March last year) in a wild and hilarious brainstorming session that I saved the transcript of. So far, this is more of an intriguing concept to make Hob suffer and Dream repent - eventually at least. I haven't touched it in a while; I'd have to really dig into Dream's fucking ugly side - the 10000 years in hell side - to get this going.

It all started with a 'what-if' variation of @messmonte 's Saddest Wank (1889 instead of 1989!) because in that drawing, Dream didn't just leave his gloves, he also left his Cloak. Here, this has pretty severe consequences. In SoM, the story gets told of how Dream takes Nada into the Cloak where they have sex unbothered by anyone's gaze. So there we have a ‘magical cloak’ with space-time special features… 

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Now here is Hob, in 1889, drunk and sad and wearing Dream's gloves to get himself off in a seedy room above the White Horse. He took the garments his Stranger left behind in a mixture of spite and pathetic hope that he might come back for them. He doesn't, of course. 

(Snippets and more details under the cut)

(Hob doesn't know that Jessamy *has* actually come back to get them and gets to witness what is going on. This, as well, has consequences)

After, he rolls over onto the cloak he has been gripping, disgusted with himself but still unable to let go of the pathetic need to be close to the Stranger. But instead of falling asleep, he falls into the star-studded folds of the cloak. 

And falls and falls and falls. 

He  barely manages to keep a grip on the strangely wispy fabric. It's what saves him, at first. Because Hob has just managed to accidentally yeet himself into outer space. The cloak is the only thing that's keeping him whole and sustained as a living being, as it were. 

(Jessamy is unfortunate bystander to this. She takes off to the Dreaming immediately and informs Dream of his ‘acquaintance's’ mishap. She's worried - she actually likes Hob and knows that Dream does so, as well. Dream though, is still furious. 

“Let him enjoy this new experience then”, he says and Jessamy recognizes the stubborn curl to her Lord's mouth. “May he experience the meaning of true loneliness for a while.”

Jessamy rather thinks that Lord Morpheus is really tipping his hand there about *who* had it right at their meeting but she'd never dare to point that out. 

She has a really really bad feeling about what this might mean for Hob Gadling, though. Since her Lord is so intent on forgetting that the immortal is, above all else, human and as such not made to sustain himself outside of his own world.

And besides, he is a Dreamer. Lord Morpheus will surely reconsider soon and bring him back.

But as time passes, he does not. 

Hob Gadling is not one of Dream's priorities, after all. In the face of the Universe nearly unravelling, the Corinthian's disobediance and its fallout, Hob Gadling gets forgotten for the better part of a century.)

On the other end of the universe, Hob's life is an unending and undying nightmare. He is neither starving, freezing nor suffocating - not that he knows that he should do the last two - but there is nothing around him but the vastness of space. No sound, no smell, no touch but that of the cloak around his shoulders. He is truly alone for the first time in his existence. 

Until, suddenly, he isn't.

“Oh my what do we have here,” a voice resounds inside his head. His perception slides sideways, something breaks somewhere in his mind and then there is the form of a voluptuous, incandescently beautiful woman that takes over everything around him. 

“A human - here! Covered in my Dream's regard!”

She stretches a hand towards him and Hob thinks that space has decided to cease existing. Maybe he's going mad.

“If I keep you, do you think my son will visit?”

***

Dream does, of course, remember Hob eventually. The horror that rises in Dream, still caught in Burgess’ basement, over what he has allowed a Dreamer to suffer for his own mistake, is as dark and deep and cold as the black hole he has once been cast into. 

After he escapes and has gathered his tools, he searches out his sister.

“Hob Gadling? No, he hasn't asked for me.” 

She falls silent for a moment before leveling a longsuffering and suspicious look at him.

“Is there a particular reason you're asking me this?”

Dream closes his eyes and shreds the rest of the mauled baguette between his fingers.

“He may have. Fallen though an actualized piece of my power. Into space. And I may have been. Too angry to care. At the time.”

There is the rustle of clothes and he feels Death kneeling before him. Her voice, when she speaks, is very soft and very serious.

“Dream? When, exactly, has this happened.”

He opens his eyes. 

“Hob Gadling has suffered my wrath since 1889, sister. I hurt a Dreamer, unprovoked.”

“Oh, Dream.” 

He cannot bear the horrified pity on his sister's face. 

“How shall I -” His words fail him.

“Go and get him back, Dream. Now. Hob Gadling hasn't called for me - yet. If that will help you, though, I don't know.”

~~~

Or: A pathetic wank and Dream's canonically bad decision making skills meets the 'meeting the parents trope' but make it eldritch horror. Then add a magical healing journey afterwards an voilá - you get this.

Yeah I can still make this Dreamling despite their horrifically bad start. Watch me lol.

#dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #the sandman fanfiction #death of the endless #ginoeh writes #wip tag game #edit: forgot to @ messmonte who's art started this whole thing lol

[star-xxx1]

My world, Maria -

Maria hill x reader

Alternative ending to their words and touch hell like hell.

@wifeofnatasharomanoff prompted this idea so thank you! As said I made it extra fluffy, I hope this is good enough :)

Warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff, baking?

Summary: cookie time!

Sleeping next to her, your body curled into hers, your head pressed against her chest. Even though your asleep, your still breathing peacefully. She can tell there's a contentness on your face. It's hard to explain, she can almost feel it just looking at you. It's a beautiful picture. It looks like you could sleep for a long time, and you certainly seem happy here - in her arms. For a moment, she swears she see your lips smile slightly.

You opens your sweet eyes, and look up at her. She smiles softly.

"Good morning, mia" you muttered.

Your eyes seem a little hazy as you open them. rubbing them gently, yawning a little at the same time. Then, after that, your eyes seem to get clearer, brighter, and more focused, and the tiredness seems to fade from your face. You seems a little more awake now, sitting up.

Maria tucked your free hair behind your ears, kissing you.

"Hi my love" she whispered lovingly.

That nickname 'Love'.

She can finally call you that without any consequences. After years of hiding her feelings. She was was infatuated with you but was respectful of your then current relationship. After Wanda and Natasha hurt you and you founded out Carol's true dark demeanor you left. Resigning and packing with out a word, seeking out Maria for help.

Every kiss on that mission, left her a flustered mess, trying her best to conceal her rosy cheeks. Catching feelings for the goddess of a women, during one on your platonic cuddle sessions. She confessed when she thought you were sleeping, saying a heart felt message. Upon waking up you told her that you heard and gave her a passionate kiss, telling her you had catched feelings too, becoming official and soon moving in together. Maria then resigned too, finding a other local, good paying job to support you and her.

"Cookie time!" You screeched. Last night you really wanted to make cookies together but it was too late. Mia promised that you both could make them tomorrow, with a sad nod you cuddled in the women and drifted off to sleep.

"But we should probably brush our teeth first" you realized. She nodded.

"Sounds good, dear."

She stretches a little, still sitting next to you. She seems sleepy, but happy to be up now. She smiles as she turns to you, and says...

"Alright, let's go."

She stands up from the bed, and waits for you to join her. Holding her hand you proceeded to the bathroom.

Whilst brushing your teeth Maria pulled you in by the waist, keeping you close to her. Resting your head against her shoulder, you both glazed loving at each other through the the mirror. Spitting out the minty foam In sync, you both washed your face.

Reaching the kitchen mia and you were ready to make those cookies. When she thinks about it, she realizes she's never baked before. She giggles a bit.

"I'm new to this!" She laughs, following you around the kitchen, watching you pull out all the enquipment and ingredients.

"So I really appreciate your patience with me." She piped.

"No problem Mia you know how much I love you!"

"I love you too y/n/n" she gleamed

Instructing Maria and working at the same time did make quite a mess but that okay, you both would clean that up later. 30 minutes later the cookies had been out in the oven a timer had been set.

"Do you want a piggie back my love? "she questioned.

"Hell yea!" you jumped onto her back letting out happy screams. She ran into the the living room throwing you on the couch, smothering you with her body. Wrapping your legs around her torso, you raked your fingertips through her hair, kissing her forehead.

"I love your boobs" she broke the comfortable silence, with the very know compliment.

"As you say Mia, over and over again"

"I can't help it!" She protested.

"If you say so my love, tv?" You asked.

"Mhm, put on ever you want" she chimmed passing you the remote.

One episode down of your favorite show and the timer ringed throughout the house.

"I'll go get them hunny" Mia got up and disappeared into kitchen, re-emerging with a plate of delicious cookies. "I think they turn out pretty good don't you think?" Placing down the cookies on the glass coffe table Infornt of you.

Peering over to the plate you said...

"Yeah they look really good" agreeing with your girlfriend proudly.

Resettling into your pervious positions, you both tried the cookies letting out a hum of joy. They were so good and your were very proud of Maria for trying her best.

Pressing 'next episode' you continued the show with a big smile on your face. As you eat, she seemed very happy. Her face has a slight sparkle in her eyes, and she seems excited

This is nice.

She continues to snuggle up against you, eating the cookies.

She pauses, and you can tell she wants to say something. And even though her mouth is full, her voice still has a certain kindness to it.

"You know, you do make me very happy... you know that, don't you? And I love you so much"

You heart fluttered.

"I love you too Mia, so much" you rejoiced while kissing her cheek.

That same rosy blush appearing, the same one she doesn't have to hide anymore, and she was truly delighted she didn't have to.

#maria hill #maria hill x reader #maria hill x y/n #maria hill fluff

[imnotokayhru]

As Taylor swift once said, “You should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room.”

Hawkins High had a procedure for when the lights went out. The procedure went like this: First, every teacher locked the doors, then they instructed every student to find a buddy to stand next to for the next however long the lights would be out for.

The principal usually shut the power off to the whole school after making an announcement that they would be doing the “Blackout drill.”

It was a mandatory routine, Steve had been doing it for a few years because they did it on the second day of a new school year. Every time, he’d either be next to a girl who would get a bit too touchy because for some reason they weren’t allowed to talk with the power off, or one of the basket ball boys. This time was different.

“Alllllrighty students, this is your principal speaking, we are about to preform the Blackout drill. If you are new here and do not know what it is, I shut the power off to the whole school and you have to sit there in the dark next to someone for 30 minutes, then school proceeds as normal when the power is back on.” The principal said from the intercom. A collective groan came from several students, including Steve. “Okay, you heard him. Everyone find a person to be next to. I really don’t care who unless you guys start getting handsy.” The teacher got up to lock the door.

Steve looked around for anyone to be next to, but this time the girls congregated amongst themselves and the basket ball boys had already found each other. So Steve walked to the back of the classroom to hopefully find someone. Everyone else had already found their friends. But then, Steve saw a fluffy haired boy nervously standing against a counter in the corner. Out of sight, out of mind.

Confidently, Steve went to stand next to him and as soon as he saw his face, he recognized him. “Eddie, right?” He asked. “Uh, yeah.” The boy fidgeted with his hands. “Cool. I’m Steve. Although, you’ve probably heard of me already, huh?” Steve crossed his arms as he leaned against the counter with Eddie. “Mhm. King Steve.” He mumbled. “Right.” Steve said quietly.

The awkward silence only grew between them as the power shut off. To be fair, no one said a word. But Steve could’ve sworn he felt Eddie shaking next to him; he wanted to say something, but everyone was instructed to stay quiet.

This was the longest 30 minutes of Steve’s life, it seemed to last forever and nothing of note had happened for a while since he felt Eddie shivering. Then out of nowhere, Eddie grabbed Steve’s hand; pulling it down from the counter. And that’s when he seemed to stop shaking.

Should I finish this?

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #steddie #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things season four #stranger things series #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fic #stranger things au

[lemonlover1110]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟓

𝐖𝐀𝐗 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Warnings: Smut, priest!Toji, nun!Reader, Wax Play, Blasphemy, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

Kinktober Masterlist

“Father Toji.” You acknowledge the man that enters your room. You get up from the floor, smoothing out the skirt of your dress. The man walks into the room, a candle in his hand. He sets the candle holder down beside the one that you already have lit.

“What are you doing, sister?” He asks, walking back to the door to close the door. You tilt your head as you look at him, pretending to be confused. Hoping that the ideas and comments you’ve been hearing during the week are just your misinterpretations. This week Father Toji has been rather touchy, but then again it could be your imagination. He’s a priest, he vowed to remain celibate.

It’s just your dirty mind.

“Praying.” You answer. He looks at the small window of the room, and he points at the dark outside.

“You should’ve finished your prayers a long time ago. You should be asleep.” He says, and you feel your face get warm, disappointed and guilty for not following the ever-so-simple rules of being a nun. “Did you get lost doing something else, sister?”

“No, father.” You look down at the floor in shame. It’s so clear that you’re lying.

“Were you sneaking off with someone else?” He asks, and you feel your face warm up. He’s onto you. He takes two steps towards you, making you gulp. You feel his calloused fingertips under your chin and he tilts your head up. You’re forced to look at him as he says, “Have you broken your vow, sister?”

“No, father.” You divert your gaze, not able to look him straight in the eyes. He chuckles, and it makes your heart drop. You’re caught in your lie.

“So when I saw you kissing that man– You know, the married one that comes to help in the orphanage every week, it was just my eyes deceiving me.” Toji says, your hands beginning to shake, thinking of all the possible consequences. “Satoru… Was that his name? Or am I confusing him with Suguru, the other gentleman you sneak off with?”

“I’m not sure what you saw, Father, but Mr. Gojo was the one who kissed me. I pushed him away.” You try to argue, and it’s so clear that you’re arguing. You’re stuttering and avoiding eye contact. You couldn’t make it more obvious.

“Does pushing him away include grabbing his hand and leading him to a secluded area?” He questions, and you’re speechless. “And with Mr. Getou you nearly got on your knees and started giving him a blowjob right on the spot.”

“Father Toji, that’s wildly inappropriate to say.” You say, and he chuckles again.

“Only to say? Not to do? When you were doing it, did you think about how inappropriate it was?” He begins, and you can’t tell if he’s mad or if this is turning him on. His hands go up and they begin to pull back your veil and the coif. You don’t stop him, and he successfully takes it off, revealing your hair to him. “I certainly know you’ve touched them… But have they touched you?”

You remain quiet. You’ve already sinned enough, and lying more won’t help your case. You’re already in big trouble just with the fact that he knows you’ve been lustful with two men. He takes your silence as a yes, but he wants more. He wants to hear your voice, “Answer.”

“Yes, Father. They’ve touched me.” You admit, and he clicks his tongue. It makes you so ashamed. You’ve broken your vow. You don’t know what to say to help your case, and now you’re anxious for what he has to say.

“Did you enjoy it?” Toji asks, and you weakly nod. That’s when you feel his hand on your lower back. You watch him as he licks his bottom lip. Your eyes settle on his lips and their perfect shape. The scar on the right side of his mouth that you’ve heard about many times. Nuns aren’t supposed to gossip, but that certainly is forgotten. “How would you feel if I-”

Your hands cup his face and you bring your lips up to kiss him. He’s quick to give in, closing his eyes and parting mouth to let your tongue slide right into his mouth. You press your tongue against his’, while you feel his hands grab your ass. It shouldn’t take you by surprise that Father Toji thinks of you lewdly, but it does.

Toji begins to get you undressed, and you help him in each step of the way. It seems to take a while until you’re nude in front of him. Toji stares at you, taking in every detail about the body that is always covered up. His hands cup your breasts while his head goes down to your neck, his lips kissing down the soft skin.

His fingers begin to play with your nipples, and he does it so well you begin to think that you aren’t the only one that’s broken the vow. Toji sucks on your neck, and worry floods your mind at first but then you remember how it’s always covered up. Toji stops sucking and begins to kiss down your neck until he reaches your breasts. His tongue begins to circle around one of your nipples before it takes it into your mouth.

He begins to suck, and a low moan leaves your lips as he does so. His fingers begin to play with your other nipple. You just hear the sucking sounds as you close your eyes. You can’t believe that Father Toji of all people is doing this.

He detaches himself and smirks at you before kissing your lips. Your hand goes to his belt, and you begin to unbuckle it but he slaps your hand away, “What a sinner, sister.”

“Wha-”

“Get on the bed.” He orders, and you get on the bed just as he orders. The tiny singular bed meant to fit one. He kneels on the end of the bed, spreading your legs to get a clear look at your pussy. Two fingers run through your folds, and he gathers your slick. You’re wet, and he’s barely done anything. “Such a sinner, getting wet for a man that’s promised to remain celibate.”

“Father-” Your voice sounds so pathetic to him. He’s never heard a voice so beautiful before. He reaches over and takes the candle from the candle holder.

“Sinners need to be punished.” Toji says, tipping over the candle and letting some of the wax fall in between your boobs. A loud moan leaves your lips as you feel the hot wax. It cools down and hardens, and he lowers the candle and tips it over again.

Much more wax falls down, and it drips down your torso, making a loud moan leave your lips again. Toji chuckles at your reaction each time but it makes the erection in his pants unbearable. He puts the candle back on the candle holder and pulls down his zipper. He pulls his cock out.

The tip of his cock runs through your folds. He taps the tip on your clit, saying, “Do you deserve this? Does a dirty sinner like you deserve this?”

“Yes, father-” You respond, and he still teases you. You’re about to beg, something a woman like you shouldn’t do. You should be sleeping– If not, praying. Not begging a priest to fuck you. Before you actually say anything, he fully plunges himself into you.

A gasp leaves your lips. He’s certainly thick, and long. Bigger than the two men you’ve been with. You look at him– Not his face, but the rosary that’s around his neck, more specifically the crucifix. There’s this twinge of guilt in your stomach, but once Toji begins to move, it’s long forgotten.

Truth is, you’ve gotten so addicted to sex, all the promises you’ve made are long forgotten at the chance of having sex. Toji’s hands fall on your hips, while he picks up speed. He admires every detail about the body that he’s longed to see. Always covered up which always made his imagination go wild at the possible ways your body could look. Fair to say that you didn’t disappoint him.

But what turns Toji on the most is the bit of wax that’s hardened on your body. It makes him go feral, and although your boobs are bouncing right in front of him, his eyes focus on the wax.

“Oh, father, it’s so good-” You moan, getting too lost in pleasure to care about the other nuns around. They’ve heard it before but with different men, they haven’t snitched because it isn’t in their favor. But it’ll come as a shock to them to hear the priest’s name leave your lips.

Your hands reach over and undo the first couple buttons of his black shirt, exposing a bit of his chest. The crucifix seems to fall right in the middle of his exposed chest.

“You’ve been a bad nun.” He says through gritted teeth. Your cunt feels so good wrapped around him like this. The times he’s fucked his fist to the thought of you really can’t compare at all. He’s a firm believer in heaven, and he knows that this is it. You’re heaven. “So fucking bad.”

He reaches over and grabs the candle, holding it right above your breasts before tilting it and letting the wax fall over it. You bite your bottom lip, holding back the screams as you feel the hot liquid on your skin. It isn’t something you’ve ever thought of doing, but you can say that you’re enjoying it as he pours it over you. It’s supposed to be a punishment but your body takes it as a reward.

He moves it back to the middle of your chest, and lets it fall over the same spot. It drips down more and covers your body more. So focused on the wax, Toji fails to notice how your hand has moved down to play with your clit.

He’s slowed down his thrusts, focusing on pouring more of the liquid on you. His thrusts just feel perfect for your body. His cock hits all the right spots. The mix of his thrusts, the way you play with your clit and the hot wax pouring over you make an orgasm build up. 

Toji only notices you playing with your clit when he feels your walls tighten around his cock. That amazing feeling of your cunt becoming more and more intense. He’s getting too lost in pleasure to remember he has to scold you, but when he does, he slaps your hand away. “You’re not supposed to like your punishment.”

“Please, father, let me come.” You beg. Toji puts the candle aside, admiring the body that’s covered in wax. Toji bites his bottom lip, knowing there’s no point in denying your orgasm. He puts his hand on your torso, his thumb beginning to play with your clit.

You quickly come on his cock, his name leaving your lips. If the other nuns had yet to figure out who it was this time, they for sure knew now.

Toji continues thrusting in and out of you, and he picks up speed again. It doesn’t take too long for him to finish inside of you, filling you up with his seed. The man pulls out, a sigh escaping his lips.

He puts his cock back in his pants and begins to fix himself up, while you stare at him, unsure of what to say. You never know what to say after sex. He’s the one to speak,

“I’ll come visit and make sure you’re praying tomorrow. At the same time. Be ready.”

🏷 @s-witch-bitch @dont-ask-me-pls @todoroki-slut @jhsuhx @witchblades666 @eatingasswithsomeclass @Kamikat @tojigirlfriend @miemielovesjjk @ushigushy3000 @im-a-killer-queen @monstaxs-bitchh @lightofmylifeisbts @iam-mia9 @Flamesforrengoku @S0ur.cr34m @i2ilakkuma @mysticchaosangel @onidomi @geltears @hottieluvr @lovemarvel16 @windexwanda @captainweirdo42 @weasleypottersblog @sweetiepiezz @valentinedays @nothisispatrick300 @heartsatoru @flamealchemiste @redrum-and-diamonds @hannadesimp @m0ch1nut @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn @nobody289x @deccahh @siriusoswaldsupremacy @watyousayin @poetrylovingwerewolf-blog @mimizsworld @milaaakebosss @icryduringgsexx

#kinktober #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #anime #smut #jjk smut #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #daddy toji #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji smut #jujutsu toji #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji zenin #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x you

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

Hey! Have you ever thought about any headcanons if Ominis and MC decided to have children? I know the fandom is a little on the fence about Ominis having children of his own (some want him to be a dad, others want him to be a godfather to Sebastian's kids). But I was thinking about... what you think about Ominis having children (or even just one child) who is blind like him? I think this would make Ominis feel like it was his fault his child is blind, but MC loves their baby even more. 🥺

Oh my god I love love love the idea of Ominis having kids, he would be such a good dad 💚 God I feel so disorganized, I need a better tagging system, but I've explored Dad!Ominis here, here, partially here, and here, and I'm always more than happy to return to the subject. I am extremely grateful you gave me an excuse to write more :)

I have had ideas of Ominis being blind due to the influence of dark magic (because injuries inflicted using dark magic usually can't be healed, so congenital dark magic disabilities don't seem so far-fetched), and I could see it being a reason why he would have a child who was blind, too.

I started exploring this in meta, but it quickly devolved into a narrative, so here you go lol:

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Ominis had gone his entire life believing he was blind purely by coincidence. He felt he had simply been given a handicap by fate, and as he had never known anything different, he had no trouble at all accepting it. He had not even been aware of the fact that his blindness was unique until MC had explained to him one day in their sixth year that not every blind person had eyes that looked like his. Having recently learned of incurable maladies stemming from dark magic, she had idly wondered if it was a consequence of the dark magic the Gaunts insisted on using. Still, it meant little to Ominis, and he went about his days as normal, simply happy to be sharing them with his beloved MC and not with his family.

When Ominis was wed to MC, he thought nothing of his blindness. Her happily trembling lips had touched his as they sealed their bond before friends and family, and then again that night as they shared their wedding bed for the first time. He needed nothing more in the world to be happy.

It was not long before talk of a baby filled their home, and Ominis eagerly helped MC prepare. His lack of vision did nothing to dampen his excitement; he was overjoyed each time his hands skimmed over his beautiful wife's stomach and felt their baby—a brand new life they had created together—growing each day.

Ominis was full of nothing but hope and enthusiasm for the nine months they awaited the arrival of their child. He could barely stand the wait. He looked forward to giving someone the happy childhood he had never been given himself, raising a child with the love of his life in a safe home far from the dark magic and misery of the Gaunts.

On the day of their child's arrival, Ominis had all but rushed to be with MC the moment the healers allowed him. He carefully held his newborn son, memorizing every tiny feature and listening to the little coos and babbles with so much joy he thought his heart might actually burst. MC had also been overjoyed, but seemed hesitant about something.

It was then that the healer entered the room and broke the news to Ominis. Their son had been born blind—much in the same way Ominis was, in fact. Where pupils should have been, his son's eyes were only a starry blue. He was otherwise healthy and quite happy to be held by both his parents.

Ominis' heart grew impossibly heavy in his chest, and he felt MC's hand reach out to touch his arm as he slowly sank next to his wife on the bed, still holding their baby who yawned and peacefully fell asleep.

It felt as if Ominis’ world was collapsing in on him.

Tears stung at Ominis' eyes as he immediately remembered the conversation he and MC had had years ago as students. He held his son to his chest as a sob escaped his lips, followed by whispers of apologies. There, next to the wife he felt he had disappointed and the healer he was sure would hate him, Ominis mourned for his baby’s sight. He had tainted their happy little family with the dark magic that coursed through his veins, and there was no going back now. He cursed himself and the Gaunts for forever haunting him in a shadow that constantly lingered behind him. He thought he had escaped his family’s terrible influence, but in that moment he felt he never would.

Ominis had been contemplating how he could ever face his wife again when MC's voice finally pulled him from his despair. She rubbed his shoulder and murmured his name.

When Ominis turned toward her voice, she smiled and reached up to gently wipe the tears from his face. Her voice was soft and calm as she hushed him.

Ominis had managed quite well on his own and lived a happy life, MC noted as she gently pushed a strand of his hair back in place to watch it fall again—so what was stopping his child from doing the same?

Ominis bit his lower lip. It was so much more than the blindness alone. It was the blood of a violent and despised family that was now part of his own son. It was the reminder that those same people would forever color his life—and now his son's life, too. And it was Ominis' fault for thinking he could escape his birthright of pain and suffering.

MC reached a hand up to Ominis' face again and cupped his jaw in her hand. He closed his eyes with a sigh and leaned into her hand. Ominis had already defied all expectations by choosing to abandon his birth family for the family he had chosen with MC. Perhaps the Gaunts could leave physical reminders of the past, but they could never choose his future.

MC loved their baby wholly and unconditionally. It mattered little to her that he was blind like his father. Like her love for her husband, her love for her child was completely unaffected by his appearance or his ancestors. All that mattered was the three of them forging their destiny together.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #headcanons #Isabel Greymoore

[dotieeee]

The Dream That Got Away

Chapter 17

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x You (no Y/N!)

This is a multi-chapter fic — Weekly updates (either Saturday or Sunday) because I found a rhythm of sorts lol

(The entire fic has been outlined, so I will see this to the end, you have my word)

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Link to the Masterlist

Overall Warnings!! Take heed:

Morpheus is DARK – in canon, he changes for the better (or at least, tries to – but we don’t do canon lol, so he goes even more batshit crazy) cue obsession, manipulation, possessiveness, powerplay

18+ ONLY – explicit scenes will be present, some explicit language

DUB-CON and NON-CON scenes

Character death (sort of)

Creator vs Creation drama

And other dark stuff that may be added in the future

This chapter’s warnings:

graphic dub-con ahead - turn back now if this disturbs you :)

touch-starved Morpheus should be a warning of its own

breakup closure angst??

reader is a walking ball of angst at this point lol

You have been warned!! Proceed with caution!!!

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Chapter 17: Lost and Found, and Lost Again

“Wha - wait, why?” you scrunch up your face, thoroughly bewildered by his abrupt declaration. What the fuck is his problem?

“Are you questioning my judgement, little dream?” Your Dream Lord takes a threatening step closer to you, intending to cow you into obedience.

But, for what reason? “I have not done anything to warrant this rather harsh decision, my Lord,” you counter, softening your voice to try and pacify his anger, as misplaced as it is. “Besides, you haven’t found any issue with me going back until now.”

At his full height, he stares down at you with cold, hard eyes, and you wonder just how such beauty could contain so much cruelty. You gaze into the galaxies it withholds, but find nothing but a black hole staring back at you. 

“I did,” he responds after a long pause. “I just chose to let you, seeing how sorely you missed it.”

“You have not given me your reason, Lord Morpheus. I think I deserve to know what reason you have to take away my only joy,” you continue to pry, your voice breaking at last along with the tears that now flow freely down your cheeks. 

But he has no sympathy for you - instead, he curls his lips ever-so-slightly in disapproval. “I am quite disappointed you’d consider the dreams to be your only source of happiness, all while our child grows within your womb.”

Amidst your tears, a huff escapes your lips as you bristle at his undertone. He isn’t even born yet, and he’s now being used against you for reasons still unknown to you.

“What exactly are you implying, my Lord?” you ask softly as you take a step away from him.

Not to be undeterred by the tears streaming down your cheeks, he reaches out to you, presumably to touch your face, but you turn away, so with a deflated expression, he purses his lips and withdraws his hands.  “I only mean that your efforts are best concentrated on caring for yourself and our son,” he clarifies.

Mumbling to yourself, you say bitterly, “I’ve been doing that for two months, my Lord, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Enough,” he admonishes with a firm tone. “We will no longer argue about this. You will stay in the palace until our son is born.”

He pins you to your spot with his dark gaze, a look that you know so well: obey or there will be consequences. You wilt inwardly on instinct and say nothing, even though you remain unsatisfied with his cryptic reasoning. He goes on to elaborate further:

“As for my sister, pay her words no mind. Delirium has seen to the downfall of many, and she could lead you to somewhere I cannot protect you.” 

Taking your cheek with his palm, he makes you look into his eyes, ones that seem to scan for any hint of defiance. “I will not allow any harm befall my child and his mother.”

What’s next, locking you up in his room?

Despite your inner protests, you nod meekly. The moment your Lord lets go of you, you give him a wide berth, and he gratefully doesn’t follow, but you could tell how displeased he is with the distance you placed between you both.

With a final glance at your form, he leaves in a swirl of sand. As soon as he vanishes, a sudden bout of nausea hits you, so you scramble to the toilet and empty the entire contents of your stomach. It takes you a while, but you rush to the door of your shared room once it stops only to find it locked from the outside, as you had suspected all along.

***

“M’lady, you’ve really got to eat. You barely touched your soup.”

Morwyn had just entered the Dream King’s quarters, where you had spent almost five days cloistered in. You had neither the energy nor the drive to step out and roam the palace grounds; you didn’t even know if you were allowed to. All you could worry about were your dreamers and the work that you had no choice but to leave behind - if your Lord knew your mind was preoccupied with them, he’d chastise you about caring more about them than your own son, just like he had insinuated.

You’ve been seeing more of him for the past few days, and when you’re both alone together, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, so he’d either cuddle you, with his possessive hands over your belly, or fuck your brains out and leave reluctantly to attend to his duties. It’s a routine you’ve grown to hate because even when he left, you could still feel every part of him on you, as if your unborn son isn’t enough of a reminder of the bed you’re forced to share with him.

And then, there’s what Lady Delirium said just before the Dream Lord barged in.

What had she meant to say when she found something you ‘lost?’ And why had your King taken such offence to it?

“Princess Mera? M’lady?”

Morwyn’s concerned voice thankfully digs you out of a hole you didn’t want to be stuck in, and from looking forlornly out to the view that the balcony offered, you turn to face her.

“Sorry, Morwyn, you were saying?”

Hovering over the table where your now-cold soup lay untouched, she gives you a shy smile and points at it. “Maybe I can get you something else instead? He has to eat too, you know…”

Ah, yes. While you don’t have the appetite to eat, the little one inside you depends on you for everything, and he’ll do so for a while. You wish he’d hurry up though - frankly you could do away with the random bouts of dizziness, bizarre food cravings and annoying backaches.

“Maybe I could get you some chocolate-covered pretzels or cinnamon buns? I remember you liked cinnamon,” Morwyn suggests.

“Nah, I can’t stand cinnamon now, and chocolate tastes metallic to me. Maybe something healthy, like a chicken salad?” you say, hugging a pillow, before adding, “And caramel bars.”

“Not sure the last one’s healthy, but okay, I’ll be back with them!”

Morwyn leaves you half-heartedly wondering where she gets all that energy from as you smile gratefully and lie down on the loveseat. Eventually, she comes back with a tray full of food, so you try to eat as much as your body can hold down. You thank her for the food and for being patient with you before she leaves you alone once more, lying moodily on the couch. Maybe you could drop by the library later and catch up on your dreamers once your back decides to let up.

Any thoughts you have of getting out of the room vanish as soon as the Dream King arrives, transporting himself inside using his sand instead of using his door, as is his usual fashion. You get up to greet him out of habitual politeness, but in doing so, you wince at the dull pain the action causes. 

This doesn’t escape his notice, it seems, for he immediately makes his approach.

“Does your back ache, my dream?” he asks, his eyes laden with concern.

You could only nod, intending to trudge slowly to the bed and bury yourself in pillows and blankets, but he has other ideas. Gently, he carries you instead and lays you down on the sheets.

“Lie on your stomach, my little dream,” comes his soft command, and you do, having a vague idea of what he’s up to. True enough, he gets on the bed as well, mounting your hips, and, brushing your hair aside, he untangles the ribbons of your dress to reveal your back. With expert hands, he starts kneading the tense muscles on your shoulders, and you groan out of relief as his thumbs put pressure on the knotted muscles on your shoulder blades.

How many beings in the universe could say they had been given a back rub by the King of Dreams himself, you wonder, sighing as his hands slowly work their way down your spine to your lower back. You could feel the heat emanating from his body as he moves closer, and his breath fans the back of your neck before softly caressing your skin with his lips and giving you goosebumps in the process. He applies pressure on the muscles on your waist before halting his movements altogether. Feeling like a huge weight has been lifted off your back, you sigh once more, wanting nothing but to drift off to deep sleep.

“Thank you, Lord Morpheus,” you murmur.

You inhale sharply as his hand hikes your dress up and dips between your thighs, massaging your inner folds. Making a tiny noise of complaint, you squirm underneath him as he rubs against your clit and makes you wet, not feeling up to having your back blown right after he’d massaged it so tenderly.

He must’ve felt you tense up again, for he whispers against your back, “Sshh, my dream, relax, I will make you feel better.”

In a split second, your dress disappears, and your underwear soon follows. His tongue laps up the exposed skin on your back, his teeth grazing and nipping, while his hands part your lower cheeks. In one swift motion, he lodges his rock-hard cock inside your core, and you whimper at its suddenness, while he groans in pure bliss from above you. He settles for a languid pace as pulls out and pushes his entire length back in as if careful not to strain you further. His lips pull away, having done their job marking your back with welts, and you feel him prop himself up at an angle that keeps rubbing over your sweet spot and at the same time avoids putting pressure on your lower back muscles. You grip the pillow tight as you bite back your whimpers, but when he resumes rubbing the muscles on your waist and your spine, you start moaning with abandon and let your body relax completely in his grip, giving in to the pleasure he provides. He builds up the pressure unhurriedly inside your core while the pads of his palm knead your back muscles carefully, so when the pressure finally bursts, you lay there, limply, as he continues pumping into you, drawing your climax out in that sensual, controlled pace of his choosing. His pace only falters and quickens slightly when he comes close; he takes you with him as he climaxes and sends his hot seed coursing through your core and coating your inner walls, some of it leaking out when he pulls out of you.

Your Dream Lord lies beside you, already clothed, as you catch your breath, with him kindly making your dress reappear, its ribbons already laced behind your back. He dons a soft expression as he stares wordlessly at your face, caressing your cheek lazily with a finger. You couldn’t move an inch, not after being drained of energy like the only way he does. After a few moments, he leans down to kiss you, tracing the outline of your lips with his tongue and demanding entrance, while his hand not-so-subtly traces your arched back all the way to your ass -

“Hey boss! Your majesty, I - Ack!”

Matthew comes darting into the chamber from the balcony and in what must’ve been a romantic scene in his eyes, with you draped on the Dream King’s bed and him hovering over you, kissing you with a softness only you get to see. Your Lord reluctantly pulls away, and you pull the blankets over you in haste and embarrassment at being caught in such a vulnerable situation - and by no less than his raven!

“Matthew,” you hear him address his minder. “Is something the matter?”

“So very sorry to uh, interrupt you and the princess and all, but there’s this huge, huge, crazy bird running amok right now, in the forest and it’s breathing fire!” comes his frantic reply, ruffling his feathers in agitation. “Apparently, that giant bird can breathe water too, it’s just flooded the entire town square! I didn’t know who else to get, sir.”

Curiously peeking from underneath the blankets, you see Matthew perched on the back of the loveseat while your Lord puts on his cloak.

“Hi there, princess!” Matthew greets you with a winged salute. “Sorry to ruin the moment, but this bird -”

“It’s not just a bird, Matthew, it’s called an Anzû, judging by your description. You were right to call my attention.” the Dream Lord corrects him before making his way to you, planting a quick kiss on your crown. “I shall see to it, my dream.”

Nodding at him, you ask, “Can I be at the library, Lord Morpheus?”

“Of course,” he responds with a light caress of his fingers on your cheek. “I will come to fetch you after the Anzû is dealt with.”

“Uh, guys, I know you can’t keep your hands off each other, but, whatever-it’s-called, it’s destroying the village, you know, ve-eeery urgent?”

The Dream Lord just raises a mildly amused eyebrow at the raven’s reaction, and questions him, “Where is it at the moment?”

“Last I checked, sir, it’s just started setting the forest on fire, in the trees near the House of Mystery and the House of Secrets.”

“Let us meet there, then,” the King says simply, the sand from his leather pouch engulfing his cloaked form before disappearing entirely.

Matthew, flapping his wings, sighs and mutters to himself, “He could’ve just brought me along with his sand, but no-oo…”

With a farewell to you, he flies off the balcony to follow his boss.

But you aren’t left alone for long. Just as Matthew has left the chambers, one of the double doors cracks open, revealing Morwyn, looking around the room cautiously before beckoning someone you couldn’t see inside. To your surprise, a young woman with colourful hair peeks from the opening, before pushing them wider with a loud ‘weeee!’, and you jump out of bed instantly just in time for her to give you a hug that leaves you momentarily breathless.

“It worked! I distracted him!” Lady Delirium squeals in delight when she releases you. “ I think he’ll be away for quite a long time, but not that long, a long time is about a hundred years, or more. We have to hurry, though, that thingy I did on the Anzû might not last that long.”

“Lady Del,” you greet her before curiously asking, “Wait, you set the Anzû loose? What for?”

“So we could go find what you’ve lost,” she just says cryptically, as she drags you to the door.

Going along with her, you tell her, “Lady Del, I’m not allowed in the dreams anymore.”

“I know!” she replies with excitement. “That’s what the distraction is for.”

Morwyn chimes in, keeping up with your pace, “I can hold down the fort, m’lady, I can tell the Dream Lord you went out for a walk just in case he comes back early. Take care!”

“Thank you, Morwyn!” you shout after her as she pulls back and waves after you, and, still holding on to Lady Del’s hand, you let her take you to a detour leading to the sea of dreams, where you waste no time diving in, clueless as to where she’ll bring you. As the waters take you where you ought to be, your hand inadvertently lets go of Lady Del’s due to its force, and you land, alone, on a patch of dying grass.

“Fancy seeing you here, princess.”

You raise your eyebrow at the Corinthian who’s grinning ear to ear as you straighten your dress. Your eyes sweep the territory you landed on for any sign of the Endless that brought you here, but you find her nowhere.

You seem to have landed on a garden, or at least, what was once a garden. The plants look like they have not seen a drop of water in weeks and have been left to wilt away and dry up. But as you survey the dream you landed on, you couldn’t shake off the peculiar feeling that the place is familiar.

“This garden used to be so lively,” you find yourself saying.

Too familiar.

“Oh, you think?” your friend just snorts.

You look behind him, where a modern-brutalist building stands. It’s a house, you conclude, and it seems to be beckoning you inside, so you brush past your friend, caught in a trance you couldn’t break away from, intending to enter the abode.

“I don’t think you want to go inside, princess.”

You let the Corinthian’s warning go unheeded. Pushing the doors open, you cross the foyer and reach what looks like a previously well-maintained living room now lying in total ruins: upturned, upholstered couches with their leather peeling off all over, a glass coffee table, smashed, its glass shards scattered all over the threadbare carpet, science magazines, ripped from the spine, the crumpled pages littering the sorry scene.

A few feet from the living room is a doorway which leads to the kitchen, where you could hear scuffling. How you know it’s where the kitchen is, you have no idea, but you walk to it anyway, and why is your heart beating so fast? Why would you dread anything from this dilapidated excuse for a house?

“That’s not a good idea, princess. Back away, when you still can.”

But, the Corinthian’s voice comes out as muffled - all you could hear is rhythmic gasping and soft moaning, and like a moth to a flame, to walk to the sound, completely entranced, blood pounding in your ears.

You barely make it through the doorway when you see a tall fellow plastered to the wall, his hair too grey for his age, his eyes closed and mouth wide open and moaning in pleasure, and a woman - a nightmare, disguised as a woman - on his knees, sucking him off, both of them oblivious to your presence. Frozen to your spot, you stand transfixed at the sight, not taking your eyes off the male and feeling your heart being squeezed tight.

“So I guess you’ve met Sumnio.”

Again, your friend’s voice is ignored, and you clutch your heart, gasping for air and collapsing against his chest. Strong arms anchor yours to keep you steady, but, already feeling light-headed, you cling to his shirt with trembling hands and, leaning onto him, you scream.

It’s visceral, painful, echoing in the dream-space, and your friend drags you away from the scene and back to the garden, where he cradles you awkwardly, both of you kneeling on the drying blades of grass, and you remember everything: every memory of that man’s face, grinning coyly, smiling warmly, his soft, forest green eyes blazing with so much passion you had helped inspire…

And they hurt. Every stolen moment with him, the longing stares, and the chaste kisses - just remembering them is agony, and you cry out against your friend’s chest, mourning for what fate had so cruelly stolen from you.

“I know him,” your say amidst your sobbing, and you feel the Corinthian’s hand patting you softly on the head.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” comes his simple reply.

Oliver Chapman.

You start hiccuping, and your poor nightmare friend lets you go so he could hand you a glass of water he materialises. You accept it and drink from it, but you continue bawling as you set the glass down, water spilling all over the grass and your dress, the gravity of his presence in the dream hitting you just as hard as the memories did.

They’re here to torment him. Your poor Ollie.

Gulping for air, you let out, “Y-you’re h-hurting him! H-he’s hurting my O-ollie…”

Cursing under his breath, the Corinthian grabs your shoulder and shakes you violently.

“Pull yourself together, princess, there’s no use crying over this shit,” he chides through his gritted teeth. He lets out an agitated sigh, but he releases you. He takes out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and hands it over, and with a shaking hand you take it, your fist balling into it as you stare at a patch of grass, trying to breathe evenly and choking back your tears.

“There’s no easy way to say this, princess, but your boyfriend sentenced your ex to a lifetime of misery,” he divulges, sitting cross-legged on the grass facing you. “When he lost his memories of you, he tried to fill in that little hole you left in his heart or whatever, but Sumnio was sent here by Dream to make him doubt every single one of his lovers. He’s never going to settle at this rate.”

In an attempt to soothe the excruciating pain in your heart, your palm rubs against your chest, trying to breathe through your mouth as fresh, silent tears cascade down your cheeks, staining your dress further. He lets you process his words in silence.

“I’m going to fix this,” you declare all of a sudden, surprising even yourself.

“How, exactly?” your friend asks as he absentmindedly picks on the brittle blades of grass.

“I don’t know, I don’t fucking know,” you whisper, sniffling and wiping away the tears using the crumpled hanky he gave you. “But I can’t let him live like this, Cori. He’s not a threat anymore, so why make him suffer?”

Clicking his tongue, he mutters, “You know he doesn’t see it that way, princess.” He gets on his feet with a grunt and offers you a hand, which you gratefully accept. “You better clean that up, he’s gonna find out.”

“You're not going to tell him, are you?”

“I’d rather stay out of it, thank you very much.”

You offer him a wet, grateful smile, mouthing ‘thank you,’ and his only response is a shake of his head in exasperation.

“I can distract him for a day, at most,” he adds, tilting his head in the house’s direction.

Ah, yes. Sumnio. What a shame you had to meet him that way, if only in passing.

“I can shut him up, too,” he continues, smirking playfully. “He’s gonna moan a little, but I can do the job.”

You couldn’t help the small snort of laughter that escapes you. “Thanks for the mental image,” you remark dryly. “I have to go back. Whatever Lady Del did to distract him may have already passed.”

“I told you she’s trouble. Anyway, let me know when. You owe me big time.”

Rolling your eyes a little, with a small smile still on your face, you jest, “Yes, how can I ever repay you?”

But you flash him a look, letting him know you actually mean it. Your friend, as is his usual, just gives you a mock salute as you exit the dream, indicating that perhaps, he understood what you had meant to say.

***

“M’lady, I’ve got the key,” Morwyn says in a hushed tone as she sets down your bowl of cornflakes. Discreetly, she places the key in question, and you mutter your ‘thanks’ to her, before nothing short of inhaling your cereal. Your Dream Lord had just left for his duties, so time is of the essence. Cori’s right: grieving over Ollie isn’t going to help.

If you want to put him right that badly, you need to do your research.

You were reluctant at first in enlisting Morwyn for help, but she has proven to be loyal to you so far, so you decide to place your trust in her and ask her to obtain the key to the Dream Lord’s office from an unsuspecting Merv. It had to be you who’ll get the books though, refusing to put her in more trouble than she already is.

Sneaking into the library past Lucienne was easy, seeing as she’s swamped with records that need filing from yesterday’s Anzû’s attack (thank goodness for Lady Del). You get Ollie’s book in less than three minutes, and while you had nowhere to hide the bulky tome, you decide to worry about that bit later, and, after you give the key back to your co-conspirator, you barricade yourself in your old room and begin with studying how bad the damage was, and how much effort it’ll take to undo all of it.

***

Clinging to the toilet for dear life, you heave the last bits of soggy cornflakes out from your gut. This time, it isn’t just brought about by the sickness of being slightly heavy with child.

It was out of pure repulsion at what you had just finished reading from Ollie’s books. It was nothing short of abominable on his part, being forced to endure five horrendous breakups with women that seemed to genuinely like him, and then making him relapse on sleeping pills for something he could no longer remember - all for your Dream Lord’s depraved entertainment.

And the worst part is that it was partly your fault.

But you had to quash that guilt within you at the moment, seeing as it wouldn’t help with your cause. You had a faint idea what to do with Ollie’s dreams, and no clue whether it was going to last, but you had to try, at least.

Having hidden the book in one of the toilet cupboards in your room, you proceed to your shared bedroom with your King and pretend as if you had not just found out about one of the dirty little secrets he’s been keeping from you. It takes you all of your willpower not to be sick out of disgust after he fucks on his bed for hours on end, and as you both finish, you had only one thing in mind:

That you’ll get Ollie’s life back for him and perhaps say one, final, proper goodbye.

***

Your little panic attack at Ollie’s kitchen doorway was bad, but being confronted with happy memories you had spent in Ollie’s dreams in this modern-brutalist study is so much worse, you discover.

Here you are, hunched over on the carpet you remember almost ruining with your own blood, except it this time, it wasn’t a puncture wound that’s making you double over in pain - it’s that dull, stabbing ache in your heart at having to recall all those moments with him again and again, moments he can’t even recall, and as they come running through your head, so do the tears.

Maybe if you had been unmade instead, you wouldn’t have had to suffer with this as much.

The study you had spent countless hours working in had been trashed - a mirror of Ollie’s deteriorating mental state. It’s worse than the living room downstairs: his bookshelves, one you remember fondly with the books arranged oddly by colour, upturned, its contents reduced to nothing but ripped, empty pages; his computer screen cracked beyond repair; the L-shaped sofas with ripped covers and exposed foam - everything you loved about the place, including its owner, falling apart, and you’re the only chance he has.

But then, you hear footsteps approaching, so you quickly wipe your tears away with your palm and finally face the dreamer you’ve come to help.

Ollie, with his greying hair and green eyes, his soiled pyjamas and his unshaven beard. He seems to be having such a rough time, it hurt you to see him like this.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he notes with narrowed, suspicious eyes, just like the first time you met.

You flash him a wan smile. “No, I’m not.”

“Huh.” He rubs the back of his head sheepishly, as is his habit whenever he gets nervous. “Are you, by any chance, someone I slept with within these past months?”

“No,” you reply before letting out a dry chuckle. “But you came very close.”

“A damn shame I didn’t then,” he quips lightly and grins suggestively. “You don’t look so bad.”

Says the man with unwashed hair and soiled pyjamas. “Glad to hear your sense of humour’s still intact. How’s MiraSleep doing?”

“Not bad, too. I’m set for life because of it.”

But the emptiness in his voice does not escape you.

“Shouldn’t you be happy, if that’s the case?” you tilt your head and ask.

“Wouldn’t that be the dream?” he says under his breath.

Eager to press him for details, you continue, “Why? What’s going on?”

He shakes his head as he paces at the study. “Nothing much, except I just ruined what could’ve been something great. Especially the last one. I fucked it up. For someone with all this money, you’d think I’d have it all figured out.”

Peering curiously into his eyes, you inquire, “Is it Charmaine?”

“How’d you know?” he asks with a puzzled look.

“I’m a dream. It’s my job.”

With a heavy sigh, he nods in resignation. “Charmaine. I liked her, too. I liked her a lot.”

With a shrug, you advise him, “Then tell her. Say ‘sorry, I fucked up. I love you.’ Can’t be that hard, can it?”

Ollie just snorts in response. “Think it’s that easy?”

“You’d be surprised how much stuff you’d let slide because you love them.”

“You think she loves me?”

“I think,” you say, taking a few strides closer to him, “That’s up for you to find out.”

Clasping your hands together, you stare into his eyes, concentrating all your dreaming-abilities, all the hurt, the longing, everything you had, into your palm. For a few moments, you close your eyes, letting the entire dream-space absorb you, and when you open them, a dreamcatcher, not unlike the one your Dream Lord destroyed, appears in your palm, pristine, almost glowing with all the power you had endowed it.

“Holy shit,” Ollie curses under his breath in awe, looking around in his study: you had restored it, and everything else in his dream-space, and it took everything in you. Trying not to wobble on your feet, you grab his hands and place the dreamcatcher in his grasp.

“You know, it’s funny, I had one just like this before. I probably lost it - are you okay? You look pale,” he observes, worry etched all over his face.

Brushing it aside, you gesture at the dreamcatcher. “Look at that. Keep that safe. Every time you find yourself doubting Charmaine’s, or anyone else’s love, just take a look at that dreamcatcher, and it’ll wash away all that doubt in your heart,” you explain, your voice breaking a little at all the emotion you’re trying to contain. 

“What if it comes back?” he asks, toying with the dreamcatcher’s strings.

“Frankly, the nightmare working on your dreams needs to up his game. It’ll work.”

This earns you a befuddled look from him, but you just wave it away.

“That dreamcatcher will remind you to always choose happiness. Be happy, Ollie. That’s all I ever wanted, really.”

And then you see it: that warm smile he’s always had for you, his forest green eyes lighting up exactly the way you remember.

“Are you sure we’ve never met before?”

“Quite.”

“Will I see you again?”

You smile sadly and simply shake your head. Unable to hold your tears back any longer, you turn away from him so he doesn’t see them. You had not realised just how much you have to hold back; how much you wanted to hold him and kiss him and how much you wished it was his child you carried instead.

But, it isn’t fated. Not in this lifetime. Maybe not even in the next. So instead, you settle with:

“Goodbye, Ollie.”

You couldn’t stay there anymore. Without looking back, you will yourself back into the sea of dreams, vaguely tasting the salt both from your tears and the waters.

***

Significantly weakened from repairing Ollie’s dream-space and conjuring that protective charm for him, you trudge dejectedly from the shores to your old room in the palace, making a beeline to the cupboard where you had hidden his book of dreams.

You trace the cover ever-so-gently with your fingers, afraid to lose the only thing you have left of him.

You had not allowed yourself to grieve your loss because you had a job to do. But, now that you’ve completed the quest, you hug the book, and mourn.

You had not expected to still love him after all that happened, and yet, you pushed him to take a lover so he could finally be happy.

You did a good thing, you keep repeating in your head over and over. But how could such a good thing hurt so fucking much?

Crawling to your old bed, you curl up in a ball, still holding Ollie’s book of dreams close to your heart. You’re exhausted, physically and emotionally, and it doesn’t take much sobbing into the pillow before sweet unconsciousness embraces you to its comforting bosom, making you forget the pain if only for a few hours.

***

A little later, elsewhere in the castle, a frantic Endless is close to tearing down the palace walls in search of you: his precious little dream, his only lover and the mother of his unborn child, is missing, and he’s looked everywhere for you, causing quite a stir among the staff. They’re careful, as always, to avoid his wrathful stare, especially when it comes to matters concerning you. They’re secretly grateful when your attendant arrives to break the tension, and the news, that you’re in your old chamber, fast asleep, perhaps exhausted, Morwyn adds. He wastes no time transporting himself to the chambers he crafted especially for you, and as soon as his silver, galaxy-laden eyes land on your curled-up form, his visage visibly softens. He is careful not to wake you as he approaches to tenderly caress your cheeks, and, hovering over you, he places a gentle kiss on your hair, taking notice of the book you’re cradling in your arms.

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Author notes on the Chapter:

Aghhhkk will he see the book?!!

Now, about that back rub...

We have about three or four chapters remaining, folks!!

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Author's notes in general:

Thank you, THANK YOU for reading!!

Please engage, comment and reblog!! I love feedback from you guys :) This is my first ever fic, so kindness is truly appreciated!

Thank you to my queen @queenshelby @endlessdreamqueen3 for encouraging me to pen this, as well as to my fellow Dark!Morpheus writers whose work I have thoroughly enjoyed and keep rereading :)

Post date: 2/12/23

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[onyondump]

Just a Touch : Rough Night Soldier?

Arthur x M!Reader/OC!Karsa Hendriks

Summery : Arthur is in a daze after disposing a 'rat' in Tommy's request and ended up in front of his friends apartment.

Moodboard | First | Third

this is my first time uploading my fanfic and my grammer isn't great so please don't eat me alive thank you

'Rough night soldier?'

The comforting smell of burnt wood, tobacco and jasmine waken Arthur's tired eyes. Unbeknownst to him, his body took itself to the front steps of a familiar friend's apartment and now he's sitting on the sofa with a hand covered in blood, not his ofcourse.

"Aye" he couldn't bring himself to look anywhere but his shaking bloody hands. Another job to take care off, another body to dispose and another maddening night.

A warm towel envelopes his hands, scrubbing it off the remains of his victim. A victim to his viciousness with a beating pulse and a life, but of course anyone who dares cross the Shelbys will face the consequences. Even if their only sin is to breath at their direction.

'Heads up, let me clean your face!'

He does as he's told, like always, from his father, his comander and now his brother.

It's for the good of the family, sacrifices have to be made, they will all reap the reward in the end. But every time he follows orders, why is he in a deeper pit then the rest? It's so dark

'Hello *snap* *snap* Art!! Don't daydream too much or a spirit will posses your body'

A small chuckle escape his thin dry lips. His friend sometimes have the same superstition as his aunt. How interesting that two people from each end of the earth would have the same believes.

"Don't worry mate, I'm already the devil yeah? No spirits will possess me" He laughs as the other scoffs

'Should have known the only way for you to wake up is to make fun of me' as a revenge the man Infront of him scrub his face HARD and a white shirt is thrown onto his lap as his companion plops onto the space besides him. Watching him

'Thats the last good shirt I have this week before laundry day. You better not come here dirty again!'

This is they're new routine now. Arthur would come to his friends house either drunk, high, in a trance or all three at once and his companion would take care of him until the song bird calls for his return.

He would feel guilty about using his kindess like this but it doesn't seem like the other man mind . So he assumes he's welcome anyways.

When Arthur finish putting on a shirt a loud coughing followed by a puff of heavy dark smoke emits from his companions mouth.

'SHIT'

Another laugh comes from Arthur this time with a booming sound

"HAHAHA Your really bad with cigars eh?"

'SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PRICK, this shit is strong'

Arthur's snatch the fat cigars from his friends fingers and takes a long hard suck as the heavy smoke travels his lungs, coating his lounge. He puffs out slowly but surely, the kiss of death.

"This shit! Is for real men. Not like yours small ones"

'Whatever Art' he snatches back the cigar he lit and tries to do the same but failing at the last second and was mocked again with the chuckle of the moustached men as they countine to share the cigar between eachother.

Nights like these would make him forget what he was doing just 5 hours ago. It's certainly no Tokyo but it does the trick and usually leave no side effects. Just two best friends together in a smoke filled room, alone.

"Do you think I'll ever be normal?"

'There aints such thing as normal Art. Just work with what you have and try to move forward'

"But what if I'm tired? What if I don't want to move forward? I can't shut the door like Tommy tells me to do?"

'Then you fix the hinge, oil it up and air out the smoke once in awhile. It's not like a door is just for closing'

With that comment, finally every thread in Arthur's body snapped. Another booming laugh emerge, what a stupid thing to say. Tears and sobs accompany his laughter he couldn't stop himself its almost hysterical. The dam is broken and everything is on fire.

'Uh..Art.. the Cigar?"

The last light of the cigar finally went out, burning Arthur's finger in the process but the man was too caught up in tears to react as his companion hold his burnt fingers and rubs it with his own. Arthur laughed and cried for a long time that night and through it his friend didn't say a word while calming the wound. And for that Arthur never felt more thankful.

Notes : YEEHAW!! I hoped you all understand my incoherent writing. I wrote this as I was waiting for my lecturer to come for assistances. I have not sleep and I crave Arthur. YEEHEE!!! 🍉🍉🍉 Also I have no idea the differences of the different smokes, just pulling it out of my ass.

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[foxes-that-run]

Gorgeous

Reputation is split into 2 volumes. "Volume 1 - Who is Meredith's Real Father?" includes the first half of the album and Gorgeous, track 8 so not consecutive with the rest of the volume. Vol 1 relates to the time before she disappeared including April 29 2016. In the 29 April 2023 Eras show Taylor also played Gorgeous and High Infidelity together. There is a more detailed thread on this here, and in the 2016 timeline.

In the Making of Video. you can see she also had pre-met Gala hair when making these as they take place before she met Joe.

The original lyrics have more detail on the muse:

I gotta boyfriend, he's older than us, I haven't seen him in a couple of months. You've got a girlfriend that's __ enough, and tonight..... ah. you're so gorgeous... (2:17) [...] I go through phases when it comes to love / I'm nothing that you want, but I must say / you're so gorgeous (3:20) I can't say anything to your face / You gotta fence in [?] [kinda defencive?] of us ... / (3:41)

Lyrics

You should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk You should think about the consequence Of your magnetic field being a little too strong And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us He's in the club doing, I don't know what You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)

In the opener Taylor establishes the muse has an accent, a magnetic pull and is frustratingly cool. Taylor is not the type to mock an accent of someone she just met. She did make fun of Harry’s accent at the 2013 Grammy's during never getting back together though.

In Suburban Legends Taylor sings of Harry “You were so magnetic, it was almost obnoxious / Flush with the currency of cool”

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine You've ruined my life, by not being mine

Whiskey on ice, sunset and vine reads like a meet up, around the April 29 story. The line that her life is ‘ruined by the muse not being hers’ also speaks of a longer term relationship than someone she just met.

Taylor has a similar Lyric in Suburban Legends "You don’t knock anymore and I always knew it, and my life had been ruined"

You're so gorgeous I can't say anything to your face 'Cause look at your face (gorgeous) And I'm so furious At you for making me feel this way But what can I say? You're gorgeous

Fair enough

Taylor and Harry have sung and said in interview that they can't say in person to each other what they can say in song, describing it as the most amazing unspoken dialogue.

You should take it as a compliment That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you) And you should think about the consequence Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room) If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her But if you're single that's honestly worse 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts (Honey, it hurts)

In So it Goes Taylor talks about getting alone with her muse and a magnetic pull and hiding interacting with each other. The line of 'if you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her' was changed from the making of video. The original sounds like shade on the girlfriend, who was Kendall Jenner/Yachtgate of January 2016. the final lyric casts doubt on if they are even dating. If Harry was single she was more likely to be unfaithful, as detailed in Did something bad, and for Harry in Sweet Creature.

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die

Harry does not have blue eyes, Joe does though. In secret sessions Taylor went to pains to tell fans this song was about Joe and this line fits with that. Since they separated/the end of their relationship she released high infidelity with the April 29 date and she has played them together on April 29!

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad (mmh) You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have and Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats (yeugh) Alone, unless you wanna come along (oh)

This last verse shows that there is more to the relationship than crushing on a new person. If this song were about a person who she just met, like Joe or Tom H she would (and did) have them. It also wouldn't turn back into sad.

The line 'you make me so happy, it turns back into sad' perfectly captures seeing someone you love, remembering why but having broken up with them.

Finally, stumble on home to my cats, unless you want to come along is both adorable, and a call back to her AMA interview the year where she said she would go home to her cats, which Harry referenced in Kiwi as going home to her cactus. Taylor then responded photos of Joe with a Cactus.

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