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redvexillum · 3 months ago

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Listen @nyx91 I'm not well versed in the realm of writing a threesome. So, I did my best.

TAGS/WARNING: AFAB!reader, threes♡me, d♡uble penetrati♡n, rough ♡ral s♡x, rough cunniling♡s, hair pulling, an♡l sex, p in v, d♡cryphilia, multiple ♡rgasm (f!receiving), over-stimulation, sobbing, begging, d♡m/sub, sub!reader, sq♡irting, reader gets their brain f♡cked out, rough s♡x, b♡ndage

The tendrils of shadows coiled around your wrists like snakes, slithering up your arms until they pinned you helplessly to the bed. Their grip was firm, almost possessive. Your breath caught in your throat, chest rising and falling in uneven gasps, as your gaze darted between the eerie glow of Vox’s blue screen and Alastor’s piercing red eyes, watching you hungrily from the darkness.

A sudden chill prickled across your skin as thin, metallic wires wrapped around your ankles, cool and unyielding, spreading your legs apart with deliberate slowness. Your body trembled, nipples hardening from both the icy air and the rush of sensation flooding through you. The slickness between your thighs grew shamefully, your cunt betraying you as it throbbed, anticipating what was to come.

Footsteps echoed across the wooden floor, sharp and calculated, until the familiar weight of claws dug into your cheeks. Alastor’s grasp was commanding as he tilted your head back, forcing your eyes to meet his. The ticking radio dials were a cruel rhythm that matched the sinister gleam in his gaze.

“What was that, dear?” he hissed, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He tugged your face towards him, making your shoulders strain from where your wrists were bound above you.

“I...I just wanted...” your voice faltered, breath catching once more as Vox’s fingers slid inside you unexpectedly, stretching your aching core with a rhythm that was both torturous and electrifying. Each plunge was punctuated by the wet, obscene sound of your slick, the noise amplifying in the oppressive quiet of the room.

Alastor’s smile widened, mocking. “Eugh, Vox, must you really reward her insolence?”

“Reward?” Vox’s chuckle was low and dangerous, his thumb pressing hard against your swollen clit, making you jolt violently, your body unable to contain the sharp spike of pleasure that shot through you. “Oh, I don’t think she’s seeing this as much as a reward, do you?” His voice dropped to a whisper as he circled your sensitive bud again, dragging another strangled cry from your lips.

It was too much – pleasure and pain, an exquisite blend that left your body trembling, every nerve bursting to life with sensation. “Ngh - pl – pl-” you stammered, hips twitching, desperate to escape and yet needing more at the same time. Your cry was swallowed as your body arched, caught in the maddening whirl of overstimulation.

Alastor hummed thoughtfully, his sharp claws ghosting down the length of your neck, trailing over your collarbone before pinching one of your nipples with cruel precision. You gasped, the pain sharp but twisting into something delicious as it mingled with Vox’s relentless thrusts and the pressure on your clit.

Tears welled at the corners of your eyes, your vision blurring as your mind struggled to keep up with the overwhelming assault of your senses. Alastor’s hands worked your breasts mercilessly, squeezing and twisting your nipples, while Vox curled his fingers inside you, hitting that spot deep within that made you see stars.

Your body couldn’t take it anymore. The pressure building inside snapped like a tightly wound coil, your back arching violently as your mouth opened in a silent scream. Your release crashed over you in waves, your body spasming helplessly under their touch.

But as the tremors of your orgasm subsided, Vox withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving you gasping, your slick clinging to him as he pulled away. His voice was a low growl, vibrating with dark satisfaction. “Now you’ve done it...who gave you permission to come?”

“You mean my permission,” Alastor scoffed, his dark grin widening as his gaze bore into you, predatory and gleaming with amusement. That familiar shiver coursed through you, his sinister energy wrapping around your body like a vice.

You rolled your eyes in defiance. “There you guys go again,” you muttered under your breath, regretting it almost instantly when you felt the sharp intensity of Alastor's red eyes fixating on you, the weight of his anger palpable.

“Is that why you’ve been such a brat lately, my dear?” His voice shifted, higher, mocking. The sound of zippers slowly undoing cut through the room, a tell-tale sign of what was to come. “You sent letters to both of us, didn’t you? Now, what was is that you wrote?” His smile turned menacing, his grin cutting through his cheeks.

Vox’s voice chimed in, repeating your words like they were the punchline of a joke. “Why don’t you fuck and make up, you old farts,” he drawled, his deep tone laced with amusement.

A wave of heat surged through your body, the embarrassment spreading from your flushed cheeks down to your chest. It had sounded so much better in your head when you wrote it. Now, in front of them, if felt immature. You shot a pleading look toward Vox, hoping for some reprieve. He was always softer with you compared to Alastor, more indulgent when Alastor revelled in pushing you to the brink.

“That’s because you two were having a pissing match, and I didn’t want to be in the middle anymore!” you exclaimed, squirming against the binds that held you captive. Your plea hung in the air, but you could see from Alastor’s expression that he was far from convinced.

“Oh? So, you thought it wise to snub me when I specifically asked you to come to my bedroom last night?” Alastor’s voice dripped with disdain, his tentacles undulating as they slithered across your body, binding your wrists behind your back. With a firm shove, he pushed you upright, his cock now in full view – thick, rigid, and the angry tip already slick with pre-cum. It pressed insistently against your cheek, hot and demanding.

“I asked Vox to go instead,” you mumbled, the words barely leaving your mouth before Alastor’s fingers curled tightly into your hair. He yanked your head forward, forcing you to face him, his cock brushing against your lips.

“Suck,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience.

“Hmph.” You closed your mouth defiantly, turning your head away with a stubborn pout. “No.”

Alastor’s eyes darkened dangerously at your rebellion, and you could feel the tension rising between the two of them. You knew you were playing with fire, but the constant feud between them – the passive-aggressive digs, the battle for dominance – was exhausting. You wanted them to stop. “Not until you two make up with each other. Maybe fuck out all that frustration.”

A screech of static and white noise filled the room, both Alastor’s and Vox’s displeasure evident. You winced at the sound, realizing just how much you’d overstepped. Perhaps discussing this in the middle of the bedroom, bound and at their mercy, wasn’t your wisest choice. But before you could even begin to back track, Vox’s voice cut through the air, dark and teasing.

“Oh, baby doll,” he cooed, his tone dripping with danger. “It sounds like you’re asking for a punishment from the both of us.”

Before you could protest, his long, serpentine tongue slid up your swollen cunt, the sensation jolting through your already sensitive body like a lightning bolt. You yelped, the sound muffled as Alastor took the opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth. The heady, intoxicating scent of him filled your senses as you instinctively began to suck, the weight of him pressing against your tongue, thick and unrelenting.

"Any drama I have with Vox is none of your concern,” Alastor growled, his words vibrating against your skin as he pushed further into your mouth, making you take every inch. “I’m sure my old pal agrees with me,”

Vox’s wet, obscene slurp echoed from between your legs, his tongue devouring your slick heat with fervour. He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting yours with a wicked gleam. “That’s right, baby. You just need to be a good little girl for us,” he rasped, his breath hot against your thighs. “Let us fuck you whenever we want, and open that pretty pussy for me.” His clawed fingers stretched you open, the sharp edges of them making you shudder as you felt the pain and pleasure mingling together.

Alastor’s breath hitched as your tongue expertly swirled around the head of his cock, your mouth working him with practised ease. “In less...crude terms,” he grunted, pulling back only to thrust deeper, the tight space of your throat accommodating him as you gagged, “we fulfill each other’s desires. That’s all that matters.”

His hips snapped forward, his balls slapping against your chin as he filled your mouth completely, the sensation overwhelming as you struggled to keep up. Every thrust pushed you further, your mind spinning from the sensory overload – Vox's tongue dragging you toward another orgasm, Alastor’s cock hitting the back of your throat with precision, the two of them taking control of every part of you.

You moaned around Alastor’s length, the sound vibrating through your throat as your body convulsed, teetering on the edge of another release, knowing you were completely at their mercy.

You had always known where you stood with them, perfectly slotting into the role they craved – a partner who could resist just enough to make the submission sweeter, but ultimately, their good little cock sleeve. The arrangement worked, and lately, you couldn’t help but notice the shift in their dynamic. Maybe this new obsession with taking you together was their way of rebuilding their bond, using your body as the bridge between their fractured relationship.

Alastor’s hand tangled in your hair, pulling you back as his cock slipped free from your lips, slick with your spit. You barely had time to catch your breath before Vox’s thick, wet tongue plunged into your aching cunt, delving deep and curling inside you, exploring every inch of your soaked core. “Oh, fuck,” you gasped, your shoulders burning from being tied together, your legs trembling as they spread wide to accommodate him.

Alastor’s voice slithered through the haze of pleasure, teasing. “Are you going to cum again, dear?” His hand stroked his length, the heavy head of his cock tapping against your lips, demanding entrance. “Are you going to cry and cum all over Vox’s tongue?”

Your breathing was ragged, your chest rising and falling as the pressure built inside, another orgasm so close on the heels of the first. The edges of your vision blurred, your mind growing fuzzy, consumed by the sensations flooding your body. You nodded weakly, unable to speak, knowing you were on the verge of tipping over the edge.

As the peak hit, your cry turned into a scream, your body convulsed, desperate to curl way from the relentless assault of Vox’s tongue, but Alastor was quicker. His cock thrust into your mouth with a rough shove, silencing your scream as the orgasm ripped through you. Your moans were muffled around his thick shaft, your saliva dripping messily from your lips as you gagged and swallowed, the raw intensity of pleasure overwhelming.

When Alastor finally eased his grip on your hair, you collapsed back onto the bed, the mattress creaking beneath your weight. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, hips jerking with the aftershocks of pleasure that still pulsed through your body. Tears mixed with the saliva on your face, your eyes rolling back as you struggled to steady your breath.

But there was no reprieve. You were barely aware of your body being shifted until you felt the solid warmth of Alastor’s chest pressing against your back. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, the curve of his smile unmistakable as he whispered, “It seems it’s my turn to punish your ass today, dear.”

A hot breath ghosted across your neck, and then you felt it – the blunt tip of Alastor’s cock pressing insistently against your tight ring. Your eyes widened in panic, your body instinctively tensing as a high-pitched whine escaped your lips. “T-too much,” you gasped, even though you knew what was coming. They had done this countless times, and every time, they left you wrecked – completely soaked by both their release and your own.

“Oh, we know,” Vox’s deep voice rumbled from above, his hands bracketing either side of you and Alastor as he hovered over you. He didn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, his thick cock drove into your slick, waiting pussy, stretching you wide with a sudden, powerful thrust. Your head fell back in a cry of agonizing pleasure, your body already trembling from the heat of it, your nerves tingling from the sheer fullness.

“Ah, that’s it, baby,” Vox groaned, sinking into you to the hilt, his cock throbbing inside your tight walls. “You squeeze me so fucking good.” His voice was a dark, satisfied purr, every word dripping with lust.

Bound and helpless, your wrists tied behind your back and pressed against Alastor’s stomach, you squirmed between them. Alastor’s voice was a low, dangerous murmur in your ear, his cock now teasing your other entrance. “We’re not stopping, dear, not until you’ve learned to be a good...” His tip pressed against your tight opening, pushing just inside, the pressure maddening. “Obedient...” His breath hitched as he thrust deeper, sliding into your ass in one swift, brutal motion. “Girl.”

You screamed, the sound raw and desperate, your body overwhelmed by the twin sensations of being filled to the brim. The stretch was almost too much, but at the same time, it felt so unbearably good. Your cunt clenched tight around Vox’s cock as Alastor’s length pushed deeper into you, the two of them moving in tandem, leaving no space for you to catch your breath.

Vox let out a guttural groan, his eyes rolling back as he revelled in the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him, the thin wall separating him from Alastor’s cock rubbing against his own. “Fuck, that’s right, baby. So, fucking tight, so fucking perfect.” He thrust harder, deeper, his hips slamming against yours as you writhed beneath them.

Alastor’s curses were hot against your ear, his body trembling with the force of his restraint, both moving in sync as they claimed you together. You could barely think, barely breathe, your mind reduced to nothing but the overwhelming sensations of being filled, completely owned by the two Overlords who had you at their mercy.

Every thrust, every movement drove you closer to the brink, your body unable to hold back as another orgasm built within you, threatening to shatter you all over again. They didn’t stop, didn’t slow, driving you higher and higher until there was nothing left but the raw, aching pleasure of being utterly devoured by them both.

Vox leaned down, hips lips capturing yours in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and making you taste yourself on him. The heat of it, the slick, possessive way his tongue curled against yours, muffled your moans as his cock, along with Alastor’s, continued to ravage you.

Their relentless thrusts filled you to the brink, stretching you in ways that had you teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Alastor’s hot breath tickled your ear, tiny, almost imperceptible moans escaping him as he pumped into you from behind.

Your body trembled, overwhelmed. You knew you wouldn’t last long – not with the way they were fucking you, both cocks hammering against every sensitive spot inside you. The remnants of your previous orgasms still echoed through your core, heightening every sensation, making it impossible to hold back as another wave of pleasure crashed over you.

Vox’s pace quickened, his balls slapping against you and Alastor. The rhythm between the two men dissolved into chaos, each thrust growing more frantic. Sometimes they filled you at the same time, their thick cocks stretching your pussy and ass simultaneously, and other times they alternated, the sensation driving you wild.

Vox pulled back from the kiss, panting heavily, his lips wet with your shared saliva. His head fell back as he continued to pound into you like a man possessed. “Oh, fuck, fuck,” he moaned, his voice low and breathless. “So fucking right, both of you...feels so fucking good.”

Alastor let out a rare, soft moan in response, his usually composed demeanour slipping. The wet, lewd sounds of your soaked pussy and their hard cocks slamming into you filled the room, the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat.

Your head fell back, resting against Alastor’s shoulder as the orgasm built inside you, threatening to consume you whole. You screamed as it hit, your voice raw and hoarse, your body convulsing weakly this time around.

The intensity of it shattered you, warm liquid spraying from your cunt, drenching Vox and dripping down onto Alastor’s cock. Your heart pounded, your chest heaving as the pleasure tore through you, leaving you trembling and slick with sweat, your back sliding against Alastor’s chest.

Vox grunted, still thrusting through your orgasm, the wet sound of his cock fucking into you louder now. “Oh, fuck, baby doll, is that for us?” His voice was rough, teasing, as he continued to drive into you. “You squirting just for us?” His words sent another ripple of pleasure through you, the sensation overbearing, overwhelming.

“Heh, Alastor, come on, I know you want to blow your load,” Vox taunted, his voice strained as he fought to hold back.

Alastor’s breath hitched, his hips slamming into you harder, his cock stretching your ass with every thrust. “Why don’t you come first?” he rasped, his voice dark with lust. “I can smell how close you are.”

Your body was limp, utterly spent, but they didn’t stop. Both of them pushed you further, Vox’s hips snapping against you, his movements sending delicious jolts of pleasure through your overstimulated body. The pressure on your clit, the friction, was too much, too good. You were already nearing the edge again.

“Pl-please, I can’t, I can’t,” you sobbed, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks, your body shaking with exhaustion and pleasure.

Vox chuckled darkly, leaning in to whisper, “Oh, baby doll, you just sealed your fate.”

Alastor’s tongue flicked out, tracing along your cheek to collect your tears, his hum of approval sending shivers down your spine. A low, feral growl rumbled deep in his chest, and you felt him swell inside you. Your ass stretched further as Alastor’s cock grew, his control slipping as the sheer size of him pushed you to your limits.

That was Vox’s undoing. With a strangled curse, he came firm, his hot release flooding your pussy, filling you with a deep, satisfying warmth, Alastor’s hips slammed into you with a final, brutal thrust, his cock pulsing as he followed suit, spilling his thick cum into your ass with the same ferocity. The two men groaned, their bodies trembling against yours, their cocks twitching as they emptied themselves inside you.

The sensation of being so full, of both of them throbbing within you, sent another shiver of pleasure through your body. Your breathing was ragged, harsh, as you tried to come down from the high, but they didn’t give you a moment to recover. Their cocks softened, slipping from you, and you let out a small, breathy moan as the sensation of their hot cum spilling from both holes sent one last wave of pleasure rippling through you.

You barely registered the binds around your wrists loosening, your body too spent to move. All you could feel was the heat of their cum dripping from you, your holes convulsing weakly as they expelled the remnants of their release. Your mind was foggy, lost in the haze of exhaustion and pleasure, the only thing anchoring you to reality being the sight of their satisfied, devilish, smirking faces.

You were completely spent, utterly wrecked, your body trembling and slick with sweat and cum. Every muscle ached, and your mind was swimming in a fog of pleasure and exhaustion. Yet, as you lay there, barely able to catch your breath, it was clear from the gleam in their eyes—they weren’t done with you yet.

Alastor's fingers brushed against your cheek, deceptively gentle for someone who had just ravaged you so thoroughly. His grin widened, a dark promise lingering in the curve of his lips. “Oh, darling," he cooed, voice dripping with dangerous sweetness, "you didn’t think we were finished, did you?”

Vox’s chuckle rumbled from somewhere behind you, and you felt the bed shift as he moved, his presence hovering close. “You see,” he drawled, his voice low and teasing, “we still need to teach you a little lesson about what happens when you decide to act like a brat.”

And as Alastor’s hand curled possessively around your throat, and Vox’s lips pressed against your shoulder, you realized you weren’t just at their mercy—you were craving it.

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anantaru · 1 year ago

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DAY 1 — SIZE KINK

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — jing yuan, luocha

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, size kink, rough & but also sweet, dom/sub dynamic, teasing you, petnames used: "love, angel, sweetheart"

𖧡 — JING YUAN

jing yuan's hips twitch, unsolicited, burrowed in between your thighs being spread wide with his body towering on top of you— and upon attempting to thrust in and out of you, his hips suddenly stutter again.

it's frustrating, at least for you, and you couldn't help yourself but huff out loudly and in curled up worry, then whine when you're attempting to jerk your hips up when being met with this particular resistance again. "i know angel." jing yuan murmurs under the warmness of his breathing, "don't stress yourself out." while pressing a light kiss to your mouth, rolling his hips a little and pushing against a spot that would sear and twist shockwaves across your entire body whenever his cock brushed against it.

your thighs slip wider apart, and it doesn't seem like a lot but you could also notice yourself becoming wetter for him, your slick tracing the insides of your thighs as you're both breathing heavily against each other. it's immediate when jing yuan slips one hand in between your ass and the mattress, pulling you forward the exact same time he jerks his hips against your hole.

you cry out, heartbeat deafening in your ears as your breath gets ripped uneven from your lungs— fuck, it feels so good, unreal, and you blink up to your lover clouded with lust and love, hoping this moment would never end or go on as long as possible. jing yuan shifts a little before eliciting a low groan from his lips, "ah— you're so tight." he hovers over you, hypersensitive to everything right now, hissing through clenched teeth when he leans forwards to rest his forehead against yours.

"p-please move baby.. faster." you sob delicately as he complies, your entire body radiating an uncontrollable hotness as you discern a smirk hovering over your boyfriends lips. your sweat-slicked skins sticking and sliding along each other, your nipples like pebbles rubbing over his solid chest as your legs violently clamp together, jing yuan's thrusts now uneven and wild, stuttering out of rhythm, hips rolling endlessly to bring you both to an intoxicating orgasm.

and it excites you, fuels your body with anticipation as you unravel proudly— while tightly engaged in his strong arms.

𖧡 — LUOCHA

your body has been filled with an extensive sense of longing for luocha's searing touch, it's so kind, so featherlight and it stimulates you, when he eats you out, twists his tongue in between your folds and collects enough slick so you wouldn't suffer much pain when he decides that it was time for you to feel him, for real now, and your toes curl together at the excitement, throat aching intensely.

then he presses closer, you're so wet for him now it's making him more eager by the minute, and he swallows the lump in his throat when he first lines himself up with your pussy, tongue clicking, feeling like every nerve in his body aligns with anticipation, the rhythms of your breathings fast, synchronizing into one another when he finally slides his cock into you.

the sound of skin on skin permeates the entire humidity in the room, and your pitched up cries pull the motivation right out of luocha‘s body. and you? well, you‘re admiring the view, your boyfriend was so large above you, his solid muscles effortlessly keeping you in place, splitting your pussy so damn nicely— and between one second and the next, you clamp yourself into your lovers chest as to feel his heart beat against your damped cheek, your hands spread out across his back to dig your nails against his flesh and hold yourself close to him.

"more... more.." you mewl out a noise, a truly desperate one, high up in your throat as luocha cocks a brow at you, "are you certain, sweetheart?" and his breath was loud against your lips as he lays hard on top of your body, his cock thick and swelling inside your walls and taking up all the space it needed. you feel like you're about to explode from how weighty and girthy he was, pawing around your cunt and rubbing against all your sweet, sensitive pleasure spots until you simply couldn't take it anymore.

"y-yes.." you hiccup, weak and wetly, and who was he to deny you of such request? after all, alone the mere scent of him was overpowering you, thick and masculine prancing on top of you— and you're so distracted by the pleasurable split on your cunt that you didn't even notice how fast luocha's hips were going now, but his fingers were stroking you affectionately, finding your face at last as he pulls you in for a kiss;

"your every wish my love, is my command."

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cherryblossom-heart · 2 months ago

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Warning: slight SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Angst.

Tojis love came in like a wave.

It was crashing, violent and vigorous. His love came with a warning, a warning that told you it might never reach you, yet the shadow of it crept on top of you, its crash and devastating force of it taking you by surprise, even when you were anticipating it.

You had been waiting for his love for long, each particle of your body craved for it. You craved for his touch, his passion, the tenderness of his eyes. You craved for everything he could offer you, and once he did it it was intoxicating.

His lips finally crashed on yours, his hands touched your skin in places he had never touched you before. His love gave you the biggest high you could ever thing of, because when Toji wanted to make you feel loved, he gave it his best.

His love didn’t come in the ways you were expecting though. You had been loved before, you had been loved with words, actions, gifts, but his love came almost strictly from his touch and almost all the time it was sexual. From time to time you thought his touch was just lust, but the way his eyes would look at you when he was inside you made you forget about it.

How could some look at you with so much warmth if there wasn’t a part of it that was love?

Even when he would fuck you with an unrelenting pace, your hands tied behind your back, face buried deep in the mattress, or when his face was buried deep between your legs, his eyes focused on your expressions and his hands exploring every inch of your body, even when his hips smashed against your ass, his hand holding your neck, there always was a tender kiss, an affectionate embrace or even just sweet caress that would ground you, reassuring all your doubts.

At least that’s what you had told yourself.

And just like a wave crashes against the shore, it also pulled you back in, it’s strength unmatched as you clawed to stay afloat. You swam and swam against the current until it’s pull took a part from yourself with it, chipping away piece by piece of your soul at a time.

His love only came for periods of time, and when it’s cycle had reached it’s end, he would leave you bare, your empty bed no longer warm enough for you neither the air would be filled with his perfume, your apartment now smelling to whatever air freshener you had purchased.

Every time he left your heart would plead you not to take him back, unable to stop the bleeding it had started that fateful night he had kissed you. And every time he came back his love would change, it’s face showing less and less with each absence.

Unlike waves though, his love would be the closest to shore at night. There were no qualms, no if’s or but’s that would stop him from loving you every night, your apartment walls bouncing off the echo of your moans. You wished you could only exist at night.

His love was like a wave, but your soul was tired of swimming.

You begged, you pleaded, you cried for his uncensored affection but the hardness behind his eyes told you a story you were avoiding. He could never love you, not the way he had once done it, not when his own heart had been buried along his wife.

The last part of yourself got chipped away that day.

Your phone lit up in the middle of the night, his new name displayed on the screen,

DO NOT ANSWER

U still mad? 2:36 am.

There was nothing left to take from you yet he asked for it once again.

Your fingers typed a response quick response, only to delete it almost immediately. Heart and mind were at war, each one of them pulling you in opposite directions. Your body craved to answer, your hands itching to type again, but could you survive once again his absence when he decided his actions said too much? Or that your feelings were too unwanted?

Tears dropped down to your bedsheets, the stain of their pool growing bigger and bigger. Your phone was turned off and placed in the night stand next to you as your sobs became louder. Tomorrow there wouldn’t be any more tears but just for tonight you would allow yourself to grieve.

Just for tonight you would allow to love him one last time.

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konigsblog · 10 months ago

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König who gets even more turned on when you slap him 🙏🏻

something rapist-könig would do...

cw: rape/non-con, afab!gn!reader, degrading, rapist-könig. dead dove: do not eat. 18+ mdni. 🔞

rapist-könig loves being slapped when he's raping somebody. your hole aches at the force of his large cock pushed deep inside of your pussy, rubbing against your cervix with each agonizing thrust. he can hear your pained and mortified sobs, your terrified squeals — he almost feels guilty, ashamed, but loses himself in the tightness and the warm of your gummy cunt wrapped tightly around his shaft...

perhaps it makes him selfish — cruel and violent. call him whatever, he truly doesn't care. könig finds himself letting go of your wrists out of cruelty, knowing how he can easily just pin them back beside your head where he wants them, whilst he gazes down at your wet, tearstained face. you look so exhausted and tired — barely able to keep up as you choke on your own spit, choking on your pleas for mercy.

you slap könig across the face, taking your chances and attempting to hurt him enough where he'll get off of you. although, your attempts are pointless — almost laughable as he stops his harsh and ruthless pace, broad hips pushed against yours, the anticipation and regret visible on your face. könig chuckles breathlessly, quietly gripping your jaw so tightly that you're sure it'll leave bruises, or at least indents. könig grinds himself back and forth, sliding outside of your tight hole, rubbing against your bloodied and bruised folds whilst you grip whatever is around you for support, tears rolling down your face.

you make no effort at removing the hand choking you, wrapped tightly around your nape. instead, your eyes widen as he slides back inside your painful cunt, his thrusts slow, yet deep and threatening. the tip of his meaty cock hammers against your womb, causing you to cry out, attempting to smack him again, and again...

instead, könig finds a sick form of enjoyment getting slapped by his victim, seeing you fight so desperately, yet your struggles are fruitless as he takes advantage of his strength.

seeing your slit spread open around his wet, thick cock leaves him relentless and merciless as he pounds into you, your nails against his back only used as encouragement to fuck you ‘til you've learnt your lesson... :(

#orla speaks #tw: rape #tw: non con #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #dark cod #tw: dark content #konig x you #konig x reader #konig x y/n #könig x you #könig x reader #könig x y/n #könig cod #könig call of duty #konig modern warfare #konig mw2 #könig smut #konig smut

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bloodyknucklesforme · 2 months ago

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Pomegranate | Nikolai x F!Reader

Chapter 3

Marcus tries to ruin your relationship with Nikolai

cw: cw: dark fic, dubcon/noncon, reader is being trafficked, human trafficking, physical abuse, cunnilingus, violence, extremly violent chapter but not towards reader, vomiting

Masterpost

It was Tuesday and you were scared. Marcus hadn’t fucked you but he was still determined to piss of Nikolai, spending the day torturing you, making sure you were freshly bruised and battered for Nikolai. He’d dragged you into his ‘office’ and smacked you across the face, yelling about how you were a whore.

You were angry you just laid there and took his abuse. What else could you do? He was bigger. He could kill you and get away with it. They would just send Nikolai another girl, he wouldn’t even question it.

You had this little thing. A little piece of hope. A horrible man that was occasionally kind and regularly generous. Marcus just had to ruin it, ruin you. You’d stumbled to the door, having to re enter the code three times before getting it right and being let in.

You stood in that little locked room. A white gift box sat waiting. You knew he was watching. He could already see your hair was a mess and your makeup was only half done. You winced as you shrugged your coat off. At one point you thought Marcus was going to dislocate your arm just for the fun of it. You chewed on your lip till it bled, what was another injury?

You held the bottom of your shirt but couldn’t bring yourself to pull it up and over your head. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you collapsed to your knees. The first time he met you he said he liked that you could follow instructions. You couldn’t do that anymore.

You knew so little of this man. You hugged yourself, ready for his rage. He’d grab you by the hair and drag you down the hall, strip you himself and force himself inside you. The lines of grout between the tile distorted as tears clouded your eyes.

The door opened and you let out a sob, shaking uncontrollably.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered to his shoes, too terrified to look up. You were a dog at his feet. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“What happened, Kotenok?” He knelt down in front of you. “Did Arno hurt you?”

You flinched when he touched you. Waiting for pain was almost always worse than the actual pain, just the anticipation of what was going to happen to you made you nauseous.

“I just want to see.” He tilted your chin up and tutted at the bruises and swelling. “Come here. I’ll clean you up.”

He wrapped an arm around your middle and hurried you upstairs to his bathroom. You whimpered out apologies the whole way.

“Did Arno do this?” He made you look at him, his expression conveying that he wouldn’t ask again.

“No. Marcus did. He…he was my boyfriend and he’s the reason I…that I’m here.” You don’t know why you tried to hide your situation from yourself. He’s the reason you were trafficked, raped, beaten and all other horrid things that had happened to you. You could never find the ability to say those words out loud, especially not to a man who had helped facilitate it.

“He work for Arno?”

You nodded, trying not to break into sobs again.

“I’m going to take your clothes off. You’re going to take a bath. I will handle the rest.” He helped you take off your clothes and ran the water for a bath. The tub was large and deep so the water came up to your collarbones easily. It was hot and the bubbles smelled like lavender. He ran a hand over the top of your head, “I’ll be back.”

You heard him yelling in the other room. You were glad Arno was getting an earful but Nikolai’s words did little to make you feel safe overall.

“Waste my fucking money!”

“I won’t fuck her like this!”

“I’m not paying!”

“Make it right.”

You were something he paid for, damaged goods. You could count your lucky stars that he hadn’t thrown you back out but he wouldn’t take mercy on you. You’d still end up spreading your legs for him, letting him take what he pleased. Marcus not fucking you was the only reason Nikolai still would.

You rested your head on the edge of the tub, the ceramic was cool against your face. The bathroom door reopened and Nikolai walked in, stripping as he approached.

“He won’t touch you again. Not like this.” He said, light up a cigar. He got into the tub behind you, water sloshing everywhere. The irritation was palpable in his voice, muttering, “I pay too much for you to show up at my door like this.”

He pulled you into his lap and blew his smoke above your head. You were afraid to relax into him. The heat radiating off him felt angry. You were a very small creature, resting between the teeth of a monster.

“Kotenok, I need you to be honest with me.” The smell from his cigar was already making you woozy. He laid a hand at the base of your throat and pushed you back against him, “Did you tell them anything about me?”

“No, sir.”

“Kotenok…” He squeezed your neck, metal from his rings fitting between muscles and veins.

“I promise! He…Marcus gets jealous still.” Your words came out hurried, stumbling over each other. “Arno embarrassed him so he took it out on me. They were mad about the twenty four hour thing. Marcus wanted to ignore it. He…”

Nikolai released your neck and moved his hand to your forehead.

“Kotenok, I believe you.” You breathed out slowly. All you could think about was how easily he could push your head under the water and hold you there. “You did good. We need to establish a rule though.”

“Okay.”

“I need to know I can trust you. I know you’re a smart girl. You know I’m not a saint.” You nodded along with his words. “But I take care of those who show me loyalty. Pussy of a man can't stand the girl he turned into a whore is now a whore so he beats her, it happens. A man’s favorite whore gets taken, beaten, raped, tortured, it can happen.” It felt like your whole body must have been vibrating with how hard your heart was beating. “Now if my favorite whore is loyal, I’ll take care of her in the end. Lick her wounds, buy her Hermes, eat her out. Whatever she wants. But if I find out she told them anything. Where I live, who I talk to on the phone, my favorite football team or even the taste of my spend. I will hurt her more than they ever could. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, sir,” You shuddered out, new tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. He turned your head to force your gaze on him. “I can be good.”

“I know. You were good. So tonight I’ll take care of you.” He tapped his finger against the tip of your nose.

He had you hold his cigar as he washed your body, gently pulling a washcloth along your arms and over your back. Bubbles and smoke clouded your vision till you started to slip around in the water, holding onto thighs and arms for support.

“When was the last time you ate?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“Let’s get you something to eat, yes?”

He dried you off and put you in the same plush robe as last time before laying you on the bed with a promise he would be back soon. You stared up at the mirror on the ceiling. With the robe undone you could see all the marks across your body. All the places your blood vessels were broken, all the swollen parts of you. You examined yourself, fingers pressing against each spot, testing how much it hurt. You found yourself slowly drifting off. The sheets smelled like him. Musk, oud and tobacco. They weren’t clean like the first time you came over. You grabbed his pillow and pulled it to your face, burying your nose in it.

Last week he asked if you were afraid of him. You were afraid of all clients in the same way you were afraid of stray dogs. Fear was what you ran on. It kept you that pretty sweet thing that knew when to show her belly in submission. Nikolai was an unknown beast. You now knew there was a fine line separating you and his violence. You could still feel his hold on your neck. You stared at the ceiling and thought about watching yourself get fucked again. Would he ever call for you again? You bit your lip so he wouldn’t hear you crying. Pathetically you wanted him to hear. Offer a sliver of comfort by holding you, kissing you, dripping sweet words into your head.

You missed comfort more than you feared him. Missed feeling cared for. Marcus never bathed you even before he betrayed you. Never carried you to bed. You wanted to scream and cry. Throw a tantrum because you didn’t deserve this. You had much better hopes for yourself at one point. Better plans and dreams. You told Marcus once about how you wanted to travel, that felt like a lifetime ago.

“You can sleep after you’ve eaten.” He tapped your cheek gently. You’d started to doze off.

Nikolai had a box of pizza and a bottle of wine. He propped you up on the pillows, setting the pizza out between the two of you. With an arm around your shoulders, he played with a remote till one the paintings across from the bed moved to reveal a television. He flipped through the channels till he found a movie he liked.

“Eat.” He looked at you with disapproval when you reached for the wine first. You folded your slice in half and ate quietly. The hand on your shoulder played with your hair absentmindedly. Every other bite he’d offer you the bottle of wine, no glasses this time, and tilt the bottle to your lips till you drank.

The pizza gone and the bottle empty, he climbed on top of you, muscular calves straddling your legs.

“Did he fuck you?” His words echoed around your head, bobbing around like waves. You shook your head weakly.

“No, no one did. I…I…for you.” Words refused to connect in your brain

“Good.” His knuckles grazed your cheek, you leaned into it like a cat. His Kotenok. “I haven’t eaten a good pussy in weeks.”

He moved down your body before hooking your legs over his shoulders. There was an unease in your stomach as his fingers split open your centre. His breath was hot on your clit. Your muscles ached too much to even try and lift your head but you could feel his eyes on you, just staring, examining you like a specimen. He was spreading your folds open, watching you drip onto the robe.

He mumbled something in Russian and before you could ask what, his mouth was on you, licking around your entrance. Your thighs clamped down around his head. He was laughing, forcing your legs apart again.

“Pull my hair if you want but don’t stop me,” he growled.

He ate with a selfishness, caring more about getting as much of you into his mouth as possible rather than giving any pleasure. He kept his mouth and tongue at your entrance with his nose bumping against your clit. You pulled his hair whenever his tongue flicked your clit, a silent plea for him to continue.

“Greedy,” he chuckled. You gasped loudly as he took your clit between his lips and sucked. He had two fingers inside you with his other hand holding both of yours flush against your stomach. Anytime you squirmed too much he’d nip the skin connecting your thigh and core. It was only after cumming that the wine took hold, letting you slip into a more relaxed state. He made you cum once more on his tongue, wiping his mouth on your stomach.

He pulled your arms out of your sleeves and rolled you onto your stomach.

“Don’t tell Arno I fucked you. Want my refund.” He grabbed your hips and lifted them up before shoving a pillow between you and the bed. His cock was pressing against your entrance.

“Mmhmm.” you agreed, wine and exhaustion pulling your eyes closed.

“Good girl. Just take it.”

You woke up alone. Your clothes laid out on the arm chair. There was no tea, just two pills and a glass of water on the nightstand. You dressed and took your medicine. Your body was stiff and there was an ache between your legs.

Some half-remembered feeling of his body on top of yours, the slap of his hips against your ass.

You wobbled your way downstairs, following the smell of coffee and toast. Nikolai was sitting at the head of the dining table, staring at his laptop with a mug in his hand. He was dressed. A steel grey dress shirt, black suit coat and pants.

“Sit, eat. We’re leaving in ten minutes.” He motioned towards the seat beside him. He’d made you your own toast, no coffee.

You ate quickly. The rage you’d seen last night was pumping beneath his skin, flooding his veins. You could see it just from how tightly he gripped his mug. You kept one hand clamped between your thighs to hide the shaking. There was a frayed rope somewhere and you had no idea if it was the one holding you up or not. You couldn’t even begin to untangle it from the rest without risk of it snapping. What did he mean by we?

Where would he take you?

“Don’t fight.” He came up behind you and dropped a black hood over your head. You caught your scream in your throat, forcing it to soften into a pathetic whimper. He guided you out of your chair and down the hall. You walked downstairs, a car door opened and you were helped inside, a step up.

The seats were leather. You reached forward and felt the dashboard in front of you. He buckled you in.

“Kotenok?” His mouth was by your ear, lips almost touching the fabric.

“Yes, sir?” Could he hear how scared you were?

“Were you honest with me about this ex boyfriend of yours?” In your lack of vision you pictured his teeth as knives, waiting to dig into you.

“Yes, sir. All of it. I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Good girl.” The car door slammed shut.

You couldn’t make sense of where he was taking you. You knew it wasn’t the club. He turned left instead of right at the end of the road. You were headed further into the industrial district, filled with no descript warehouses.

He parked eventually. You listened to him get out and talk to someone outside the car in Russian. Your door opened and he helped you out.

“You just sit and look pretty, okay? Just some business and I’ll send you home.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and held you close as he led you into the building.

You were sat in a metal fold out chair and again reminded to stay quiet. He stood behind you, hand under the hood as he played with your hair.

“Nikolai, what the fuck is this?” Arno yelled, a metal door slamming open. You jumped as metal chair legs dragged against the floor across from you, pained moans coming from the darkness. Nik held the back of your neck firmly.

“Do I look like a woman, Arno?” Nik asked.

“What?” Arno sounded drunk, he always did but he wasn’t hiding it well this time.

“Do I look like a woman?” There was a calmness in his voice that was betrayed by his rings digging into your throat.

“No. You don’t.”

“Then why do you try to fuck me? I don’t like to be fucked.”

“I didn’t try to fuck you.”

“No, your friend did and you let him. Dima, take the hood off Arno’s friend.” Footsteps and then gagged yelling. Nik pulled the hood off your head. Marcus sat three metres across, naked, gagged, and handcuffed to a chair. His nose had been broken and there was a cut by his eyebrow. His face was bloodied and bruised, all fresh wounds. Your toes curled in your shoes while goosebumps raced up your arms and back. “Do you think I look like a woman?”

Marcus shook his head violently. The tears forming in his eyes didn’t make you feel as good as you would have thought. The air in the building smelled like piss, mildew and harsh chemicals. It made your stomach churn, toast climbing its way back up.

“Nikolai. I…I told you I was sorry. I didn’t know he tossed her around before… if I had known.” Arno pleaded.

“You should have never sent me damaged product. Look at her. I don’t want to fuck that!” He pulled your head back till you cried out in pain. “If I wanted her weeping and bloody I would have done it myself.”

“I… I didn’t know.”

“Because you’re a shit business man. Can’t keep track of your drink, can’t keep track of your girls, can’t keep track of this pedik!” He spat at Marcus. “I pay good money to have a pretty girl sent over to suck my cock. I’ve never tried to swindle you so why do you think you can fuck me over like this?”

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t touch her. Your money is being sent back. Two days at most. I swear.”

“And what about my time? I don’t get many days off. Instead of fucking I had to listen to her cry. Is he going to suck my cock?” He motioned towards Marcus who shook his head again.

“Next time is on the house…next two times. We appreciate your business Nik.”

“We’re not friends. You don’t call me Nik.��

“Mr. Andreev, we appreciate your business. I don’t…I don’t even fucking like him.” Marcus looked up in fear, cursing through the gag. “You can do whatever you want. Torture, fuck, kill. He’s yours. He’s a cunt.”

“Fine.” Nik’s hand left your neck. There was a click and the barrel of a handgun brushed against your cheek. Marcus started screaming. “Cover your ears, Kotenok.”

You clamped your hands over your ears. You wanted to close your eyes but the way Nik looked down at you knew he wanted you to watch. Nik took three steps and fired.

Marcus screamed as the bullet landed between his legs. There was too much blood to see where the bullet entered but it was gory viscera. You threw up your toast onto the floor between your feet. Nik tutted at you and pushed you back into the chair. You felt a deep shame in your weakness. Arno was cursing. The man you guessed was Dima, looked bored.

Nik gave Dima a nod and he pulled Marcus’s gag off.

“You fucking cunt! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you.” Marcus screamed. Nik laughed.

“No, you won’t. You can’t even piss properly anymore.”

Marcus lifted his head to glare at you. You leaned back in your chair, the metal scraping the floor as you tried to inch away.

“You fucking cunt! You stupid fucking bitch! I should have killed you years ago! You spoiled little whore” His blood was pooling around his feet and his skin grew grey yet he still had time and wherewithal to threaten you. “I hope he fucking kills you. He will! You think you’re safe snitching on me? He’ll do worse than I ever could.”

Nik moved back to stand behind you, resting his free hand on your shoulder. Arno was hissing for Marcus to shut up. Vomit still burnt your tongue.

“I respected you once! Now you pay for pussy. I don’t pay for pussy! If I want to fuck my girlfriend, I’ll just fuck her. How much do you pay for her? Stupid cunt!”

Nik chuckled.

“I don’t want your fucking respect, chmo.” Nik put his gun back into the holster on his hip. “Respect from pigs does little when they get hungry. You are a pig. Dima, gag him again.”

He turned towards Arno, who was still standing slack jawed at the scene in front of him.

“Arno? Does your father know you have pigs working for you? Does he know how you run his business?”

“Wh…what?”

“Does he know you’re too high to find your own fucking feet?”

“No..No… he doesn't.” Arno looked at his feet like a little boy. It disgusted you.

“You want it to stay that way, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Kill him.” Nik nodded towards Marcus. Marcus started yelling through the gag again.

“I…I…No. I won’t do that. You can’t-”

“I can do whatever I want. You do it or I do.” There was a roaring in your ears. Stomach bile was climbing up your throat to join your toast on the floor. Arno was arguing with Nik who was calm as ever. Nik’s hand left your shoulder and you found yourself rising out of your chair and running. Nik clicked his tongue and before you could make it to the door, Dima had his arms around your waist. He was bigger than Nik. Your fists hit against his arms as you screamed and cried. “Have to do everything myself. Hold her in her fucking seat!”

Dima dropped you back in the chair and held you still. Nik had pulled two brass knuckles out of his pockets. He was walking towards you.

“Please Kolya! Don’t! Please!” Snot and spit mixed together on your face.

“You were being so good.” He rubbed the metal against your cheek, smirking when you shrinked away. “Now watch me.”

Dima held your head forward as Nik stalked over to Marcus. Arno was sitting on the floor, arms resting on his knees, no light in his eyes. There was no shame in his face, no regret for getting his friend killed, just a child’s disappointment that he’d been caught.

You gasped as Nik’s fist collided with Marcus' jaw. His gag knocked loose followed by a spray of teeth and blood. Nik used him as a punching bag. You flinched at every crack of bone and scream of pain. He punched and punched till Marcus was coughing up blood and his chin rested on his chest.

Nik pulled him up by the hair and whispered something with a chuckle. He punched Marcus in the nose and then again and again and again and again and again. His face caved in. Nik punched till there was no face, just a bloody clump of flesh and teeth and bone. To your horror, it moved as Marcus’s last breaths came out. Nik kicked his chair over.

“Send me a new girl. Red head. Need to fuck something now.” He looked at you and shook his head. You’d thrown up again, it was covering your front. Snot was dried down to your chin. You never looked away.

Dima let go of you and followed Nik out of the building.

“Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk.” Arno sighed, hands in head. “My dad is going to fucking kill me.”

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 11 months ago

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A TRAGEDY THAT'S BUILT ON DESTINY!

I WOULD CHANGE MOST EVERY SINGLE THING. I WOULD LET YOU KISS ME, KILL ME!

synopsis// multiple different universes, but one thing remains the same: geto loves you in each and every one of them.

pairing// suguru geto x gn!reader

word count// 5.8k

contents// different universes, angst, satisfying angst?, hurt/no comfort but also hurt/comfort at the same time, ooc geto?, character death tehe

notes// inspired by everything everywhere all at once and the song kiss me kill me by mest :3 i wrote this SOOOO long ago but u have no idea how much i adore this oneshot. like i think it might be my fav oneshot ive ever written. it is everything to me!! and i did not do the idea justice but u get the point!!

December 24th

You assume the fight is over because neither you nor Shoko have gotten any more wounded victims. The two of you glance at each other briefly but don’t bother saying anything. What could be said about a full-blown borderline war schemed by your high school best friend and lover? Nothing could possibly be said, so nothing is. The two of you stand there waiting for anything to happen, whether that’s getting called back to Jujutsu High or being brought another victim, and eventually something does happen, and Shoko gets a call. You can’t read her expression for the whole 20 seconds she’s on the phone before she passes it to you. You furrow your eyebrows in question.

“It’s Gojo,” she says blankly before attempting to hand you the phone again.

You hesitate to answer. “Hello?”

“You should get down here,” he says blankly over the phone.

“What? Why? Is everything okay?”

“Um, yeah, just—you know those back alleys by the school?”

“Uh huh?”

“Meet me there.”

“Gojo, you’re kinda scaring me-“

“Y/N, just come; you’ll thank me—I hope.”

You frown and begrudgingly agree, “Okay, fine, yeah, whatever, I'm on my way.”

“Make it quick, alright? I'm serious,” he adds quickly before hanging up.

As you give Shoko her phone back, you roll your eyes at the fact that he didn't even give you a chance to say okay before hanging up.

“What was that about?” she wonders, slipping her phone back into her pocket.

You sigh. “No idea, but he wants me to go meet up with him for some reason.”

Shoko hums curiously. “You should get going then; must be urgent.”

You nod, “Yeah.”

☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。

It doesn't take you long to get to the school given how fast you were walking since Gojo told you to hurry it up, the tense anticipation aiding in your speed. It does, however, take you a few moments to find Gojo, but once you do, you find that he's not looking at you, but he’s speaking, and it's not to you either; it's to something—or rather someone—he's blocking with his body.

“Gojo?” you ask once you finally reach him.

Gojo turns to face you, a sorrowful smile on his face, before stepping out of the way to reveal who he was speaking to and the whole reason why he called you here in the first place.

When you see Getou on the ground, your heart sinks into your stomach, and your blood runs cold. You look back at Gojo, who merely shrugs.

“You should say your goodbyes; I already did,” Gojo whispers before leaving you and Getou alone.

Getou lets out a hushed laugh. “That’s a little melodramatic of him, don’t you think?”

The hammering of your heart roaring in your ears makes it difficult to hear what he says. You stand there frozen in what you can only describe as horror as you stare down at Getou, who's missing an arm and is only growing more pale by the second from blood loss.

“Do you plan on ignoring me?” he asks softly, as though he’d understand if that really was your plan.

You blink a few times and shake your head, your tears blurring your vision. “I dont-“

Getou hums appreciatively and smiles up at you, which makes you completely break down, a sob racking through your body so violently that the only thing you can do is collapse to your knees. Getou winces as he tries to sit up straighter, as if he’s going to catch you or crawl over to you. You sniffle, your sobbing uncontrollable, as you crawl to him, and once there, you let your head fall upon his blood-stained chest. Getou immediately places his only remaining hand on the back of your head, as if holding it to his chest, and gently pats your head.

“Are you an idiot?” you snap.

“Might be.”

You sob even harder into his chest. “Why would you do this?”

Your question makes his heart race. “I wanted something better for Jujutsu society.”

You shake your head at him disapprovingly. “Why’d you have to go about it this way?”

“I don’t know Y/N," he sighs. "Does it make a difference?”

You scoff, raising your head to glare at him. “Of course it does, you idiot! You left! and had a hit placed on you! Why couldn’t you have just stayed?” You sob, letting your head fall back onto his chest. “Why couldn’t you have wanted me as much as you wanted this? Why couldn’t... Why couldn’t you have wanted me as much as I wanted you?”

“Y/N,” he coos regretfully, as if he doesn’t know what to say, which he doesn’t. He did want you, and he’d even go as far as saying he wanted a better jujutsu society for you so you wouldn’t have to live your days slaving away for the non-sorcerers. “Y/N, look at me.”

You shake your head and screw your eyes shut, not wanting to look at him. You don’t want to see your first and only love withering away right in front of you.

“Y/N, please look at me.”

“I-I can't."

“Y/N, open your eyes.”

The demandingness dripping from his voice has your head shooting up to look at him and your eyes opening wide, but as you open them, you’re not met with an actively dying Getou; you're met with a sunny and flower-filled meadow? You move to wipe your tears, but your face is dry. You blink a few times, trying to take in your new surroundings, given that a moment ago you were just in a dark alley and now you're sitting on a blanket in a field under a glowing sun.

“Y/N?” Someone speaks from beside you.

Your attention is drawn to the person. “Getou?”

He smiles at you.

“Getou, where are we?” you ask, now starting to slightly panic.

He looks at you in confusion. “We’re on our date?”

Your chest heaves up and down, and you're more confused than ever. “Huh? But- We-“

“We what?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“We were just behind Jujutsu High; you were missing your arm, and-"

Getou scoots in closer to you and cradles your face in his hands. The feeling of a warm, full-of-life Getou touching you brings tears to your eyes all over again.

“Woah, woah, love, calm down. What are you talking about? Jujutsu High? Me missing an arm?”

“You don’t remember?” You croak out, distraught, and slightly convinced that you’re going crazy.

“Remember what, love?” he asks softly.

You stare at him in disbelief. “The fight—you wanted a better jujutsu society, and you tried? You lost your arm! You were dying; I saw you! I was there with you! You were covered in blood and-“

Getou gently wipes your tears away. “Love, that didn’t happen. I’m here, yeah? and I have both my arms, and there was no fight for Jujutsu society? Whatever that means..."

You blink at him, dumbfounded. “What?”

“It was probably just a bad dream, Y/N.” He smiles at you reassuringly.

“You don’t know about jujutsu society?”

“Am I supposed to?”

You stare at him in awe. What’s happening? How could he not know about jujutsu society when it was the very thing he was fighting for? But then again, how could he not be missing an arm? And how could the two of you not be in a dark alleyway right now? How could any of this be happening? Maybe he’s right; maybe it really was a bad dream. A very vivid, detailed, lucid, and lifelike bad dream.

“I guess not,” you respond with a frown.

Getou wipes away your last few tears and smiles at you. “You’re okay; I’m okay. We’re okay. It was just a bad dream, love.”

“Yeah,” you say haltingly, "yeah, I guess it was..."

“Are you okay now?”

You nod as you take one of his hands off your face and into your own. “Yeah, I think so... Um, where are we, Getou?”

“On our weekly date?” He answers curiously as he removes his other hand from your face.

You look around at your surroundings curiously. “In the middle of a forest?”

“This is your favorite place, Y/N,” he says, quizically.

As you take another glance around, you hum, not necessarily agreeing or disagreeing. “I can see why; it’s beautiful here.”

He raises his free hand and grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Y/N, are you okay? How come you don't remember?”

You look into his eyes, and something doesn't feel right—as if you're not meant to be here—but you digress and shrug anyway. “I don't know...”

He frowns briefly before leaning in and giving you a quick peck on the lips, and you practically melt, having not felt his lips on yours for far too long.

“That's alright. We can still make the most of the rest of our day, right?”

You nod, and he smiles at your response, letting go of your face and hand to open his arms to you, inviting you into his embrace. You return the smile before laying yourself in his arms, trying to ignore the rising feeling that something is wrong, but you can't because the minute your head touches his chest, you're thrown into a moment, a memory, a dream? where you're back in the alley with your head on a bleeding-out Getou, and it's just for a split second, a flash in time, but it's enough to make you go stiff and your breath hitch.

Getou rubs his hand down your back soothingly. “Hey, what's wrong?”

You swallow harshly and try to concentrate on the green scenery in front of you rather than whatever you keep seeing. “Nothing, I'm fine. It's fine.”

Getou places his head on top of yours. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “I am.”

He hums disapprovingly but doesn't press the issue any further; instead, he just runs his hand up and down your spine in an attempt to calm you down, which works as you begin to relax into his embrace and regain control of your breathing.

“What do we usually do here?” you ask, breaking the silence.

He shrugs. “Usually just talk about our days, our future plans, and stuff like that.”

You hum. “Is it nice?”

“Very nice; I like spending our days together.”

“I do too,” you correct yourself, “or I'm sure I did too.”

Getou doesn't say anything; instead, he lays himself down and, since he's holding you, takes you with him. You sigh contentedly and let your eyes flutter close, the sun and his hold keeping you warm. Suddenly, even with your eyes closed, you can tell it's getting brighter outside, and you groan. You’re about to ask what's up with the sun when a shooting pain in your head causes you to wince. Your heartbeat rings in your ears, and you can feel your hands grow clammy.

You feel unstable, as if you're no longer on the ground being held, as if you're floating through time and space, and the uncertainty forces your eyes open, but you're not met with anything—no, that's not right, you're met with everything, glimpses of time that you can barely make out. One moment you see Getou at an alter, and then you see you and Getou nodding to each other in determination, and the next glimpse is of you, Getou, Gojo, and Shoko laughing about something before you’re hit with another shooting pain in your head. Screwing your eyes shut, you hiss in pain, and all too suddenly, you're back on stable ground, no longer floating, and the brightness you could see through closed eyes a moment ago is gone.

You still hesitate to open your eyes, unsure of what you'll see, but when you can just barely make out that you're not where you were before, your eyes shoot open. You're now standing in the doorway of what appears to be the room of two teen girls, and Getou is sitting at a vanity staring at you; his hair and make-up are done, and he's frowning. Despite your confusion about where you are, you can't help but burst out into a fit of laughter.

He sighs and rolls his eyes. “Oh haha, yeah, keep laughing.”

You slap your hand over your mouth in an attempt to stifle your laughter. “What happened?”

He crosses his arms over his chest and looks away, mumbling, “Our daughters thought I would make a very good model, apparently.”

You go to laugh again, but it hits you, and you look at him like he's crazy. “Sorry, daughters?”

He returns the look. “Yes? Our kids?”

You look away, muttering to yourself, “We have kids...”

You didn't mean for him to hear it, but he does anyway and instantly stands up and makes his way toward you. He grabs your shoulders, drawing your attention to him, and when you look at him, he's staring back at you in concern.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You want to take him seriously, but truthfully, you can't when he’s wearing bright pink lipstick and bright pink eyeshadow. He does look cute, though. You try to bite back a smile.

“I'm sorry, but I can't take you seriously when you look like that.”

Getou sighs. “I know I look amazing. Can you try to ignore my beauty for like five seconds and tell me why you’re acting like you don't remember our kids?”

You frown. What are you supposed to tell him? That you're apparently having nightmares upon nightmares about different lives with him? And now you're not sure what's real and what's not? You can't say that, so instead you shrug and merely mutter, “You do look amazing like that, though.”

His head drops to the side at the same moment that his smile fades. “Y/N.”

“I don't know.”

“You don't know?”

“Some really weird shit is going on, Getou,” you breathe out heavily.

He doesn’t say anything, instead grabbing your hand and leading you to one of your apparent kids' beds, where he sits you down.

“What’s going on?”

“I don't know, and you wouldn't know either so,” you explain vaguely in frustration.

He gives your hand a squeeze. “Maybe I would?”

You shake your head. “I don’t wanna waste time on that; I don't know how long I have here.”

“What?” he asks blankly. “What do you mean you ‘don't know how long you have here’?”

“Getou,” you whine, not wanting to think or talk about it because you wouldn't even know where to start; all you want is to learn about this new nightmare and what it holds.

He relents. “Okay, I won't ask.”

You smile at him and let a moment of silence pass before asking, “What are they like?”

“Huh?”

“Our kids—daughters.”

Getou hums. “They’re great; we raised them well.”

“They are especially great at making you a model, huh?” you snicker.

He laughs and rolls his eyes. “Oh whatever, you're just jealous they never make you model.”

You shrug. “What are their names?”

“Well, we were gonna keep the names they had when we adopted them, but they ended up not having any names at all, so we settled on Nanako and Mimiko.”

You stare at him in awe. “Did you pick the names out?”

“We both did,” he recalls fondly and vividly, as if it were just yesterday that the two of you were picking out names.

“And we are...?”

He kisses your cheek before answering, “Married—we’re married.”

You hum and raise your left hand, your gaze fixed on your ring finger. “I don't see a ring?”

He hums curiously. “You were wearing it this morning? Maybe you dropped it somewhere?”

You nod. “Yeah.. Maybe..”

Getou doesn’t say anything; he doesn’t know what to say. What could he? His partner of multiple years suddenly has some form of amnesia and can't remember that they have kids, let alone that they’re married to him. You turn to face Getou. He looks like Getou—like the Getou you know, who apparently was merely a nightmare. Besides all the makeup and stuff, he looks like Getou. He says he’s Getou, but something just feels off.

“Are you real?”

He nods. “Very real.”

You look around the room, taking in the messy vanities, the messy beds, and the drawers stuffed with clothes. “Are our kids real?”

“Extremely real.”

You study his face for any hint of uncertainty, and when you find none, you ask, “Am I real?”

He narrows his eyes at you and hums curiously. letting go of your hand only to bring both hands up to your face and start smooshing your face together, pushing and pulling at the flesh on your cheeks.

“Getou,” you mumble.

He hums approvingly and nods, letting his hands fall back to his sides. “Yep, you’re real.”

You smile at his idiotic antics but appreciate them nonetheless. And although you can touch him and feel him, and he is real, as are you and your kids, it still doesn't seem real. And then, all too suddenly, your head starts throbbing again.

“Fuck no, not again,“ you panic.

“Y/N? whats wrong-“

You can't hear what he’s saying anymore; it's like you've gone underwater and he's speaking to you from the surface. Another shooting pain in your head has your eyes screwing shut, and you know you're fucked when all you can hear is your heartbeat ringing in your ears and feel your hands grow clammy all over again. You’re back to feeling unstable, drifting between time and space once more, and just like last time, the uncertainty of the feeling forces your eyes open, and you're faced with everything again—more glimpses in time that you can barely make out.

One moment you think you see yourself back at the beginning on Getou’s cold chest, and then you see yourself and Getou covered in blood, and you're not sure if it's yours or someone else's, and the next glimpse you see is of Getou on your cold chest, like your roles had been reversed, before you’re hit with another shooting pain in your head. Screwing your eyes shut, you wince in pain, and finally you're back on solid ground again, no longer floating, and the brightness you could see through closed eyes a moment ago is gone. This time you don't hesitate to open your eyes, and you find yourself in a cemetery.

You look around curiously, trying to assess your surroundings while simultaneously trying to recover from whatever just happened. But you're starting to realize something now. All of this is real. You laying on Getou’s chest was real; having a picnic with a perfectly fine Getou in a world where curses apparently don't exist was real; having kids and marrying Getou was real; and all of those little bits of time in between each new life were real. All of it was real—is real; all of it happened—is happening; it just didn't happen to you specifically. Not this version of you, at least. You’ve realized that you’re experiencing different universes and living alternate lives of your own. You didn’t think alternate universes existed, but it's not too hard to accept when the world you live in—the world you belong to—is riddled with curses and sorcerers. You are not above believing in alternate dimensions.

Finally over your sudden epiphany, you're able to realize that you weren't immediately met with Getou like you had been the past two times you got transported into another dimension. As you put the pieces together, a grave feeling washes over you—no Getou, and you’re in a cemetery. You swallow harshly.

No, no, no.

You start running around the cemetery, inspecting each and every headstone, and praying to the universe(s) that you aren't about to find one that reads his name.

No, no, no.

You keep running, the cemetery seemingly interminable, until you run up behind someone who looks suspiciously a lot like Getou, and when you hear him murmur under his breath, you sigh heavily in relief that it is him, but why is he here? You tilt your head and try to look around him to read the gravestone.

“What the fuck?” you exclaim, stunned.

Getou spins around faster than you can even blink, and he almost chokes on his spit. “Y/N?” His chest heaves up and down as he shifts his gaze between you and the gravestone. “But-but-how-you’re-“

“Dead apparently,” you say, finishing his sentence as you stare at the gravestone that reads, "HERE LIES L/N Y/N."

He stares at you, completely bewildered, and you can see him trembling. “How—how are you here?”

Will something bad happen if you tell him this isn't your universe and there are actually multiple universes out there? Who knows, but you’re about to find out.

“I'm not, well, I'm not supposed to be.”

He shakes his head and closes his eyes. “I'm just hallucinating; you’re not real.”

His reply breaks your heart. “I am real.”

“You’re not.”

You step forward, taking his hand in yours. “I am.”

He finally opens his eyes back up, and he stares at you through tears, completely amazed that you're here, that you're actually touching him, and that you're actually alive and real.

“I don't—I dont understand—you're dead!” He stammers, yanking his hand from yours, and as he breaks out into full-on sobs at this point, he’s reminding you an awful lot of yourself in your own world.

You nod slowly. “In this universe, it seems so... how?”

“What?” he stutters. “This universe?”

You ignore his question. “How did I die, Getou?”

He shakes his head sternly. “No, I'm not saying anything until you explain what you meant. What if you’re a curse? What if I cursed you, holy fuck? Fuck!”

“Okay, curses still exist in this universe; good to know,” you acknowledge with a nod.

Getou snaps, “What are you talking about!?”

You flinch, which only makes him sob harder.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap—I'm just so fucking confused; you're supposed to be dead,” he bawls as he falls to his knees.

You take another step closer and kneel down, drawing him into your embrace and letting him sob into your chest for as long as he needs, ignoring the horrible feeling of deja vu crawling all over you like worms.

“Shh, you're okay,” you whisper, soothingly brushing your fingers through his hair.

He finally starts to calm down after a few more minutes of whispering sweet nothings to him, and once he’s no longer sobbing, he pulls away.

“Answer my question, and I'll answer yours,” he says through sniffles.

You nod.

“What were you talking about, universes? How are you here, Y/N? You’re dead—or you’re supposed to be...”

“Do you believe in alternate or multiple universes?”

He shrugs and wipes away any remaining tears. “I don't know; I never really thought about it.”

You hum and nod. “Right, so, uh, they exist! There are a lot of universes out there, actually." You let out an uneasy laugh.

He stares at you curiously.

“Obviously, I'm not from this universe.”

He continues staring at you.

“Oh, cmon, curses exist, but you draw the line at alternate dimensions?”

Getou frowns and says, “I guess you’re right... So you’re from a ‘different dimension’?”

You point a finger at him, narrowing your eyes. “Don't air-quote me like you don't believe me; how else would I be here right now if I were supposedly dead?”

“I don't know; that's what I'm trying to figure out!” he exclaims, gesticulating wildly.

“Can you just humor me and hear me out?”

He takes a deep breath before ultimately agreeing, “Okay, fine.”

You clasp your hands together. “Okay, um, in my universe, you’re dead.”

“What?!”

You shake your hands and your head. “Ok, no wait! You’re not dead yet, but, uh, you were like on the verge of death when I got put into another universe.”

He looks at you in disbelief. “And you just left me?!”

“It wasn't on purpose! Why would I want to leave you when you’re dying? I don't know how I ended up here! or in the last two other universes!”

He stops you and asks, "Okay, okay, wait—how am I dying?”

You look away awkwardly. “You wanted to change jujutsu society in… a not-so-friendly way... And, um, you were willing to die for your cause.”

“I'm dying the same way you did?”

You return your attention to him. “What?”

Getou nods. “Yeah.”

You shake your head. “What do you mean you're dying the same way I did?”

“In this universe, you’re the one who wanted to change jujutsu society in a... not-so-friendly way,” he explains sheepishly.

“Holy shit,” you mutter to yourself.

He nods again. “So, in yours, our roles are reversed.”

“And I'm dead already? I didn't even last as long as you?”

“Well, yeah, I guess," he shrugs, "but it worked; there hasn't been a curse, at least not a special-grade one, since you died." His eyes gleam as he looks up at you. “Did I succeed?”

You bite the inside of your cheek anxiously and shake your head.

“I'm dying for nothing, then?”

You look away and mumble, “My Getou is okay with it; he knew he might fail—he knew Gojo was the only one who could probably change anything—but he still wanted to try.”

“Okay, well, this—” he gestures to himself, “Getou isn't okay with it.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, well, you’re also still alive, so it doesn't really affect you that much, now does it?”

“Still! You just told me one version of myself is dead—or dying—and I'm supposed to be chill with that?”

You stare at him blankly. “Your version of me is dead.”

Getou grows quiet, and you can almost physically see how his demeanor wilts away.

“Sorry.”

“It's fine,” he says, shaking his head. “You said you were in two other universes before this one, right?”

You nod.

“What were they like?”

You smile as you think back on the previous universes: “We were both alive and happy, and we were together in them.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah... and curses didn't exist either.”

“Huh,” he says ambivalently, like he's not sure whether to be happy for his other selves or be bitter that that isn't him. “Tell me more?”

“In the first one, we were actually on a date in some forest that I apparently loved.”

He stares at you wide-eyed, completely engrossed in your retellings.

“In the second one, we were married.”

A smile tugs at his lips. “Really?”

You nod. “We even adopted two daughters.”

“What were they like?” he wonders, enamored by some alternate universe of you two.

“I'm not sure; I didn't get to meet them,” you confess meekly. “But I know their names were Nanako and Mimiko, and they loved doing your hair and makeup. You adored them, and I'm sure I adored them too.”

He nods wistfully. “In your universe, were... were we together?”

“For a bit.” You look away sadly. “We broke up when you, uh, went off and wanted to-“

“Change jujutsu society,” he chimes in.

“Yeah... How'd you-“

“Same thing here, just roles reversed, remember?” He laughs sadly.

You nod. “Did you still love me? even after I'd gone off and did what I did?”

“I did. I do,” he quickly corrects himself. “Did you?”

“I still do.”

The two of you sit looking away from each other in glum silence. It's hard to stay upbeat about your happy alternate selves when your actual selves are currently dying or dead.

“Kinda feels like we got the short end of the stick, don't you think?” Getou mumbles softly.

“Huh?”

“Well, I mean, there are no curses in those universes, and we’re both alive and happy, but in ours we’re dead?” he elaborates.

You nod reluctantly. “Well yeah, but I don't know; I guess it's kinda nice to know that it worked out in at least one universe.”

“Don't you wish it worked out in ours?”

“Of course I do, Getou; what kind of question is that?" you scoff. "You think I want to go back to my universe just to watch you die?”

“Well,” Getou pauses, turning to face you, “what if you don't go back?”

Your gaze zeroes in on his. “What?”

“What if you stay?…”

You abruptly stand up and chuckle uncomfortably. “Getou-“ your sentence is cut short by an echo of your name that only you seem to hear because you're the only one gazing in the general direction it seemed like it came from.

Getou joins you on your feet and follows your stare, but when he realizes you aren't staring at anything, he returns his sight to you.

“Think about it.”

His voice snaps you out of your trance, and you look back at him with a small frown.

“I'm practically dead in your universe, and you're dead in mine, but we’re together right now!" he says, taking your hand in his. "Maybe the universe put you into mine for a reason— so we don't have to go back to one where we’re not together…”

You struggle to swallow; your mouth suddenly goes dry as Getou stares at you in full, unadulterated hope, and you can't bring yourself to say anything to crush that.

“Y/N, wouldn't that be nice?”

You nod and murmur, “It would.”

“Then?” he asks expectantly.

Someone calling out your name echoes in your head again, and you quickly look down the street to now see a small, bright light in the distance, and you know your time here is soon coming to an end.

“I... I can't stay, Getou.”

His voice cracks as he panickedly asks, “Why?”

"Because,” you explain with a shake of your head, “I'm not your Y/N, and you're not my Getou.”

“I could be,” he says confidently, or he would have if it weren't for the way his voice trembled.

Your vision goes blurry from the tears welling up in your eyes as you shake your head.

“We could try!”

You sniffle and reiterate, “I can't stay.”

“Please,” he begs through his sobs. “Please, we can make it work.”

You look away from him, trying to fight back your tears, but it's futile; you’re a complete mess, just like he is now. “No.”

His hands shake as he grips your face and forces you to look at him. “Y/N, please, I'm begging you.”

“I cant.”

“Don't leave me again.”

The same voice calling out your name echoes in your head again, this time louder, and the bright light is getting bigger and closer.

“I don't want to go back to a universe where you’re just gonna leave me either, but,” you sob, weakly clinging onto the wrists of his hands that are still on your face.

“So stay.”

You shake your head and take his hands off your face. “I won't.”

Getou’s head goes limp and drops as sobs shake his entire body, and you can't help but think that's exactly how you'll look when you return to your universe and have to deal with the death of your Getou.

“Please,” he pleads.

You're both in tears as you lift his head up by his chin to look at you. The voice calling your name echoes even louder, and the bright light is getting closer by the second.

“You’re not my Getou, and I'm not your Y/N.”

He nods reluctantly. “I know, but...“

The bright light is only a few feet away at this point, and the voice echoing in your head is so loud that it's giving you a migraine—you know this is your last few minutes, if that, in this universe, so you lean in and take Getou’s lips into yours—a goodbye kiss for a Getou who you'll never see again, a goodbye kiss for a Getou who desperately needs one when he never got one from his y/n. You pull away and cradle his cheek gently.

“I have to go say goodbye to my Getou now; I think he’s waiting for me.”

He nods. “If he’s anything like me, he’ll want a goodbye kiss too.”

A faint smile tugs at your lips. “I know.”

Getou doesn't get the chance to respond when you're suddenly gone—completely vanished right before his eyes.

You, on the other hand, are back again, feeling unstable as you float through time and space, and again, the uncertainity of the feeling forces your eyes open, but this time you're met with only one thing—the image of you on your Getou’s chest. With every passing second, it grows closer, as does his voice calling out for you, and before you know it, you're back in your body, looking up at him with a gasp.

“Y/N?” he asks weakly.

You're still in tears from the previous universe as you now pull him into your embrace.

He winces, and you quickly let go of him. “Sorry.”

He smiles at you with blood in his mouth and teeth. “It's okay.”

You have to force yourself to look away to try and choke back a sob, but Getou notices immediately and slowly lifts up his remaining hand to cradle your cheek.

“It’s okay, Y/N.”

You nod. “I know.”

“You’ll be okay.”

“I know,” you croak out.

“Kiss me?” He asks out of breath, knowing he doesn't have much longer.

You don't hesitate to lean in and kiss him, ignoring how it tastes like blood and tears as well as how cold his lips feel. You ignore it because he's kissing you back. He’s kissing you with all the power his frail body can muster, and it makes up for all the years, months, weeks, days, minutes, and seconds that your lips haven’t touched. But just as quickly as he kisses you, he stops, but it's gradual; he gradually stops kissing, moving, and breathing. It doesn't take long for it to get to that point, and even when he's not kissing back, you still kiss him with some fairy-tale hope that it will bring him back, that your kiss will somehow save him, like he's Snow White and you're Prince Charming. But it doesn't.

It doesnt.

You pull away to look at Getou, whose eyes are glazed over but not closed. You sob as you reach up to close his eyes, only to let your head fall against his chest. He’s so cold. Too cold. That's why you have to stay there on top of him to keep him warm. You'll stay there all night if you have to. But you don't even get the chance to stay there for longer than a few minutes when someone suddenly pulls you off of him, and you look over your shoulder to see Gojo, who's crying as well.

“He’s gone, Y/N.”

"I know," you sniffle, “I know.”

Gojo helps you up to your feet, his hand on your waist to keep you steady as he leads you away from Getou’s body. The further you get from it, the harder you cry.

But it's okay. It’ll be okay because, even though you lost Getou in this universe, you’ll eventually be able to come to peace with it knowing that in a hundred, a thousand, and even a million other universes, you and Getou are living happily ever after.

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Women in distress

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

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The morning in question, you didn't wake up because of the tender touch of your husband or because of the brightness of the sun. You woke up because of excruciating pain coming from your belly. It started as a gentle point that was uncomfortable, then it started to hurt a bit more until it was agonizing at a point that you could do nothing else but wake up in tears.

It was usual for you to have a really painful menstruation cycle and you knew what to expect every week that it started. Yet, this morning it seemed even worse and you had to keep yourself from groaning with pain. After all, Elijah was asleep just aside from you on the bed and your last desire was to wake him up.

Since you didn't expect to get your menstruation so soon after the last time, you omit to get yourself ready for it. Consequently, you felt something dripping down your legs faster than anticipated as you tried to stay on the bed. Your eyes closed shut tightly at this before a curse got out of your lips.

Fuck~

It was blood, it had to be and you felt so disgusting suddenly. You just hoped there wasn't any on the bed sheets for your own sake.

For a short moment, you considered your options as you look with tears to the ceiling. Then you concluded that you'd better move out of bed and get to the bathroom quickly.

Therefore, you slowly shifted toward the edge of the mattress as lightly that was possible without making too much fuss.

Unfortunately for you, however, Elijah that had overdeveloped senses as a vampire, woke up anyway and immediately searched for you with his dark brown eyes.

When he realizes that you were at the opposite end of the bed from him, he extended his arms toward you and circled them around your waist. When he was satisfied with his grip around your waist, the original thug you backward toward him again.

The only problem with that was the pressure of his arms circling your belly that brought you terrible pain as he got you back toward himself. It made you yell and a violent sob soon followed suit.

The second Elijah heard you, he let go and immediately straighten up on the bed. One of his hand came to your cheek and he looked in your eyes with worry.

Baby girl are you alright !? did I hurt you I'm so sorry.

A sweet whine left your lips and you cried even more tear as your cramps were getting worse. You were so desperate, you hated when it was getting this agonising and even if you wanted to try and explain the situation to Elijah, you literally couldn't think straight.

As you tried to get any type of relief in any possible position, your body just balled itself and you hide your head in your pillow.

To say that Elijah was panicking would be an understatement, he was very much horrified and he wanted to do everything that he could to help you out. He tried to calm down and focus on finding what was the matter. Therefore, the vampire gently looked around you and under the blanket, having his doubt and actually saw blood on the mattress.

His eyes soften immediately and he kissed your forehead before speaking sweetly.

It's this time of the week already, my poor angel. Let daddy help you out a little hum.

As soon that those words came out of his lips, Elijah vamp speed to the bathroom and got the bath water starting. After that, your lover left your shared bedroom in search of your pain killers and some heating pads for after the bath. Elijah just knew what you needed in those situation and he always made sure to have everything ready to brought you recomfort.

As he came back some minutes later with a glass of water and the pill, he gently placed them on the nightstand before starting to play with your hair in a recomforting manner.

Shhh, I know baby, i know it hurts but it's going to be alright i promise. Just take this pill for me please, it's going to help with the pain sweetheart.

Just as he said that, Elijah gently took the glass of water and the pill and brought them just asside of were you layed on the bed. He waited patiently for you to take them.

A little moment of silence followed after his words, before you actually moved and took the glass between your fingers. You literally could only think about feeling better and would do absolutely anything right now to released your poor body from the cramps.

After taking the pills and drinking the water, your eyes met Elijah's for a second before you sniffed cutely, tears falling down your redenned cheeks. He looked so sweet and gentle sitting there asside of you, the only thing in his mind being helping you trough your suffering. You loved him with everything you were and even with the deep and strong pain you felt, you seeked recomfort in his arms.

You gently moved closer to him and got into his lap, circling your arms around his neck and hiding your face between his chest and neck. His scent was making you feel a bit more relaxed despite the cramps and you clung to his body like a desperate animal.

Daddy it hurts, please make it stop...i cant~

You tried to say, before a strong cramps hits you and makes you groan and cry harder onto his neck.

Elijah's features showed sadness and worry as he made sure you stayed against him. His hand gently stroke your hair and his lips pressed kissed on your delicate skin. He stood up after you spoke, needing to relieve a bit of your pain. He kept you strongly in his arms and made his way to the bathroom with you. The moment you both reached it, Elijah delicately sat you down on the lavatory and kissed your face, his hand slowly starting to undress you as best he could with you struggling a bit in pain. His lips got closer to your ear and he gently spoke in a wispered like manner to you.

Sweetheart it's ok, I'm just going to finish undressing you and then you'll go in the hot bath my love. I promise it will help, listen to daddy.

After saying that, your favorite vampire just carried on with his task, trying to get it done has fast that he could. Luckily for you considering that matter, it ended up being a job of seconds before you found yourself compleatly bare in front of him. You felt shy but in your state it was the last thing that mattered in your mind. You hurriedly placed your arms back around Elijah's neck and waited for him to take you back into his arms and into the bath. Theirs was no way you'd walk and the original knew that really well. That's why he rapidly took you into his arms without a word and got to the warm and bubbly bath. In front of it, elijah slowly and delicately lowered you in it and your body rapidly felt much more relaxed.

The hot water made your tensed body and your belly cramps less unbearable, which caused a sweet relived breath to come out of your lips. Your feature immediately relaxed and your eyes met Elijah's brown chocolate one with a gratefull glimpse. He was kneeled asside of the bath tub observing you and making sure you were alright. Truly, he was the best boyfriend ever and you couldn't keep yourself from taking his chin between your fingers and kissing his lips gently.

A low growl left him when your lips touched and he moved one of his hand to play with your hair. For a moment, the kiss got a bit more heated but since he knew better than instigate something you weren't in shape to do, Elijah backed away and just leaned his head against yours.

Oh darling if you weren't in pain right now...

His voice sounded so deep and sexy and the desire in it was impossible to miss. You knew that Elijah wanted you and you actually wanted him too but you rather felt like taking your time in the bath to make sure that your pain desaper compleatly. After all the pills you had taken would be doing their effect quite soon. You kept your head against his for a second before biting your lips gently. You had a cute smile on when your eyes met again and your fingers were caressing his cheek sweetly with love.

I know baby and it's not the desire that is lacking believe me. It's just that I think It best for me to stay in the bath has long as possible. Maybe if I feel better after we could cuddle in bed watching a movie together hum.

This time after your words it was Elijah that smiled at you and pressed a tender kiss to your cheek. He nod gently at your words and then stood back up with his eyes on you still.

Don't worry my love the only thing that matter right now is you feeling better. We will see after your bath for the movie and cuddle. Just relax now, I'll get things settle during that time. He let you know with his tender voice before laying a last caress to your cheek and leaving you alone.

As Elijah closed the door behind him, he immediately got to work on the things he needed to do before you came out of the bath. He started by changing the bed sheets and covers, then he did it again with clean ones. After that, your noble boyfriend knowing you pretty well, tought that you'd probably desire some of your favorite snacks. Therefore, Elijah made his way to the kitchen and got all the little treats you love, bringing them all with him to the bedroom afterward. Following this instance, your vampire just prepared the space to make it cozier and ready for the both of you to watch a movie. Elijah placed soft blankets and pillows everywhere. He even brought your comforter and made sure your heating pads were ready to use.

At some point, everything was finally ready and he came back to the bathroom knocking at the door softly. A soft smile on his lips and your fluffy bath robe in hand.

Baby...are you ready to come out...?

On your side in the bath still, you had actually just tought about comming out because of the cooling water and got a bit taken aback by his soft voice.

Your eyes moved the bathroom door and seconds later it open revealing your perfect husband coming in gently with your bath robe in hand.

God he was so perfect! You tought before smiling at him and actually getting up slowly in the bath and coming out.

The second your feet landed on the floor, you felt two strong arms wrapping you into a soft material you knew was your bathrobe. The warth of it immediately brought you recomfort and shoots you a bit.

You could smell Elijah's soft perfume as he embraces you, making your heart a bit overwhelmed for a second. A soft breath left you and you turned around to face him and lay your head on his shoulder gently.

Your husband's hand at your actions came around your waist securely and his lips pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as he hugged you back to him. You didn't speak up or say anything. After all you didn't dare because of how good you felt like this in his arms. Therefore, the first one to actually broke the silence was your original that wispered sweet little words in your ear.

Common sweety, I'll blow dry your hair, I don't want you to get sick.

After he said that, you didn't even had the time to move an inch before Elijah actually grabbed your legs and carries you to the lavatory counter. As he reached it, your vampire gently sat you down and took your chin between his finger. His eyes met yours and you whine when both your lips touched, sweetly but deeply.

He on his side let out a small growl and played with your wet hair for a good moment, just savouring your lips. When you actually part, you were breathing fast and you almost forgot about the cramps you had earlier and everything else around you. You could swear it was magical...Elijah always was such a good kisser. After all he had a thousand years of practice right. You looked deeply into his brown chocolate eyes and sweetly brought your hand to his jaw to caress it. He was controlling himself...you could see it. Yet, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you and you were really appreciative of it. He was always so careful and caring and you loved him for it.

I love you Eli...I'm sorry that I'm not feeling really well I know that you'd like to...

Your sentence was cut short by your husband's fingers tracing your lips, he was asking you silently to say nothing more.

Don't ever apologise for that babygirl, it's not your fault and I know it's not the moment or the time for this right now. I don't care about me love the only thing that matter is you. So now...I will dry your hair and we will get comfy in our bedroom together mh?

Your heart was hammering in your chest at how fucking lucky you were to have him. It felt so illegal and you couldn't say in words how much you love him. His words were soft yet serious and you just nod gently at them. You were more than willing for a movie and cuddle with him right now so you just sat there obediently as he started to blow dry your hair. It took a good ten minutes for him to be done and have your hair compleatly dry. You were really surprised at how good they turned up afterward thought. Elijah was apparently really talented at this too...even after so many years of marriage you were still learning things about him apparently.

Done princess. Elijah said sweetly as his eyes stare at you like a piece of art. Your cheeks reddened a bit because of the attention that you suddenly felt and you bite your lips shyly as you spoke.

Thank you daddy...

As you look away after saying that, Elijah layed his hand both side of your legs and angled his head to look at your eyes even thought you tried to prevent it. He had a sexy grin on his lips and a satisfied expression that you tought looked like Klaus for some reason. He didn't waist really long before taking your chin between his fingers and raising your head up.

Now now let's not be shy my perfect little love, it was my pleasure and you know that I love playing with your hair hum. Come now, let's get to bed babygirl.

You heard Elijah say before he picked you back into his arms securely and gently made his way to your shared room.

You sat down your chin on his shoulder and closed your eyes as he walk, the gentle rhythm making you calm and relax. At some point, none really long later you felt Elijah sat down and your eyes opened to look around you. That's when you actually realised everything he did to the room to please you. He tought of everything and it was starting to make you feel emotional. Honestly, what have you ever done to deserve a man like him.

Maybe your sudden sensibility was caused by your periods but you had no real way to know. The only thing you could say was that tears defenetly were getting down your cheeks by the moment Elijah sat you down on the bed beside him.

His expression instantly froze when he realise you were crying and his fingers softly came to your face to dry the tears off.

Sweetheart, what is it? Are you hurting again!? Can I do something to help? just please tell me love.

You sniffed a bit and couldn't help laughing a bit at his desperate need to help you. Elijah was the cutest really and you hated to worry him. Therefore, feeling the need to ease his mind, you immediately climbed on his lap and sat there comfortably. You circled your arms around his neck when you were against him and started playing with his short brown hair, your eyes looking deeply into his as you do. You could see your husbands feature relax a bit at your action and soon decided that you could say what you felt now.

It's ok, relax Lijah I'm fine I promise, it's just that...your so perfect with me. It makes me emotional to have a boyfriend like you that take care of me and love me like this...

A silence followed your words and after some seconds, you kissed his cheek and placed a gentle hand on his chest.

You didn't have to do all that Lijah...you trail off sweetly before looking all around the room with an unbelief expression on.

Elijah listened to your words attentively, never really letting go of your eyes. Then, when you stopped talking, he took hold of the hand you placed on his chest and kissed your wrist and fingers. His expression was soft and gentle, his touch sweet and caring.

At the contact, you moved your sight back to his and immediately met his deep gaze, feeling shivers traveling down your body.

Sweetheart...I would destroy the world if I needed just to make sure you are happy and well. This...he said as he gesture toward the room. This is absolutely nothing.

He was so sweet, you couldn't believe how much he was perfect it was still a mystery for you to understand why of all women he had chosen you to be his wife. You couldn't be happier and in love really, you would rather die than be parted from him. Right now as you sat in his lap and that your eyes were locked together it felt like paradise and you realised that your pain was gone, just like that. You sniffed a bit, tears slowly drying off on your pale face and then, as desperation hit you for more of him, you pressed your lips against his. This time, instead of being a passionate kiss, it was rather sweet delicate and full of love. It was perfectly depicting your feelings toward him right now and the hand playing with his hair just stopped as it moved to his cheek. You always thought that Elijah's lips were made to kiss yours and it was in those situation that this taught was confirmed. It all feels so good, so perfect calm, peaceful, you really didn't want to let go but at some point you had to. You shyly backed away from him a bit, breathing fast and apparently quite stunned. You looked like a lost little girl and Elijah was there to smile at you and kiss the tip of your nose. You are the cutest little thing my love. I can't stop looking at you.

His words made you blush and look away from him for a moment. Every time he was telling things coming from deep down like that you just couldn't stand it, it was way too cute and you felt like the first day you met him. It was so easy for Elijah to make you all flustered and you felt so weak when it comes to him. In an attempt to get back a bit of your sanity, you gently let your head fall on his chest and try to focus on calming your emotions. You took a bunch of deep breaths and between them you let some words slip out of your mouth. It was faint and weak but Elijah could hear it anyway.

And you are too perfect.

Following those words, you got yourself under control slowly and could look back into his eyes. A small but nonetheless adorable smile appeared on your feature and you gently moved a bit to come and sit on his lap. The second you did so, Elijah's hands came to the side of your face and laid soft caresses to your skin. It felt so sweet and soft that you let a shy whine out of your mouth. God he could have you under his charms so easily.

Thank you for all this daddy...I feel much better now.

You told him a bit childishly since you really couldn't help it. His sparkling brown chocolate eyes looking like diamonds and his love for you shining trough them was making your heart melt and cheek ablaise.

Elijah's arms circled around your waist and cuddled your body even closer to his when he saw how adorable you looked all shy and flustered. Honestly he just wanted to keep you close to him like this forever and watch a movie which he started preparing for by moving in the middle of the bed with you and laying down comfortably. After doing so, the original just kissed your lips quickly and placed a strand of your hair behind your ears while whispering something in them.

You are very welcome my darling, I love you so much and I'm glad you feel better sweetheart. Do you feel like watching our movie now ?

You let him lay you down asside of him and gently crawl even closer to him to press both your body together. As it was done, you nodded to indicate that yes you were indeed ready before laying your head on his shoulder. Elijah followed your indications by starting the movie and tidied himself with playing with your hair while watching. It was so appeasing and it felt so good that you started to feel sleepy quite fast. Elijah's perfume and his warth just added to this feeling and in no time you were asleep against him.

Elijah didn't realised it at first, he kept on watching the movie and playing with your hair until a mumble coming from you caught his attention. His eyes feel on your soft sleeping face and he sigh with a love sick look covering his eyes.

Awn my sweet little girl, falling asleep against daddy, you couldn't help yourself hum. Don't worry baby girl let's stop this now and just go to sleep.

Elijah said as he kissed your forehead and closed the tv that was still playing in the background. After doing so, the original gently lift you up a bit to place you under the cover making sure that you stay warm. He followed suit after you and joined you under the warm blanket, gently getting closer to you and engulfing your little body with his to sleep peacefully the rest of the night.

Good night my little girl, daddy will stay at your side forever.

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juneyjubilation · 5 months ago

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Childhood Friends to Lovers - Dick Grayson x Reader

Dick Grayson and you, childhood friends who grew up together as circus performers, finding yourselves in a secret relationship. The road to love was not an easy one, but the two of you finally took the leap and admitted your feelings for each other. Now, you both have to navigate the challenges of keeping your relationship a secret, all while trying to protect each other from the dangers that come with being a part of the superhero world.

Oh boy this one got long. I hope you all enjoy :)

. . .

You were a child when you first met Dick Grayson, the only son of John and Mary Grayson, the Flying Graysons, a family of trapeze artists who performed in a traveling circus. You were a member of the Aerial Silks act, and it was there that you first laid eyes on the young Dick, swinging through the air with a grace and skill that left you in awe.

Dick was a few years older than you, but as the years went by, you found yourself spending more and more time with him. The two of you would often sneak off during performances to explore the circus grounds, and you both shared a love for the thrill of the spotlight.

As you grew older, your relationship blossomed into something more, and you both found yourselves falling in love. You were the aerial silks performer, and he was the trapeze artist, and together, you were unstoppable. You were the perfect couple, the childhood sweethearts who had grown up together and found love in the most unexpected of places.

The day Dick Grayson was supposed to debut for the crowd was one that would forever be etched in your memory. It was a day of excitement and anticipation, as the circus crew of Haly's Circus prepared for the night's performance. You could feel the energy in the air, everyone buzzing with excitement for Dick's big moment.

You watched from the side of the stage as the Flying Graysons took their positions. Dick's parents, John and Mary, were in their element, the trapeze swinging gently between them. The crowd roared with approval as the music started and the act began, the Graysons' movements fluid and precise.

But then, in a heartbeat, everything changed. A sickening snap echoed through the tent, and the trapeze jerked violently, sending John and Mary plummeting towards the ground. You couldn't move, frozen in horror as you watched Dick's parents fall, their hands desperately reaching for anything to save them.

The silence that followed was deafening, and in the chaos that ensued, you frantically searched for Dick. You found him sitting on the ground, his face buried in his hands, sobs wracking his small body. Cops and CPS workers swarmed around him, their voices a blur as they tried to make sense of the tragedy.

In the midst of the chaos, you saw Bruce Wayne, the billionaire owner of the circus, standing off to the side. He looked devastated, his eyes fixed on Dick as he approached the boy. You watched, your heart breaking, as Bruce took Dick into his care, promising to look after him, to give him a home and a family.

You didn't know what the future held for Dick that night, but you knew that your lives had been forever altered by the cruel hand of fate. All you could do was hope that Bruce Wayne would take care of the boy you held so close to your heart.

. . .

And the world spun on, despite the loss of Mary and John Grayson. The days kept going, even without the sunshine that Dick Grayson had become for you. For a long time after that night, the world seemed bleak and colorless.

That was until you began to paint, desperate to try and mimic the vibrancy of the circus you once knew.

It was a surreal moment, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as you looked at your creations. They were a far cry from the aerial silks you used to perform with, but they were just as beautiful in their own way.

The art gallery was abuzz with activity, the chatter of people mingling with the soft strains of classical music. The room was filled with an eclectic mix of people, dressed in their finest, all gathered to witness the unveiling of your art.

Your paintings were the centerpiece of the event, displayed on the walls in a tasteful arrangement. The room was dimly lit, spotlights highlighting each piece, allowing the vibrant colors to pop and draw the eye. A mix of abstract and realistic, your art told stories of love, loss, and the beauty of the world.

You stood by the entrance, greeting guests as they arrived, your smile warm and inviting. Your hair was styled in loose curls, framing your face, and you wore a dress that matched the vibrancy of your art.

Servers moved through the crowd, offering glasses of champagne and hors d'oeuvres, while in the corner, a jazz quartet played softly, the music adding to the festive atmosphere.

The buzz of conversation grew louder as the night wore on, the room filled with the sounds of people enjoying themselves, appreciating the art that you had poured your heart and soul into. It was a night of pride and accomplishment, a testament to the journey you had taken from a child performing in a circus to a renowned artist.

Amidst the sea of people, a familiar person stood out, his tall frame and sharp features making it easy to pick him out from the crowd. You froze, your heart pounding in your chest as you realized who he was. Dick Grayson, your Flying Grayson, the boy who had once been your everything - now grown. His dark hair was neatly styled, and he wore a well-tailored suit that hugged his lean, muscular frame.

He looked different now, older and more worn, but there was still that spark in his eyes that you remembered so well.

As you watched him, you were struck by the familiarity of his movements, the way he carried himself with an air of confidence and purpose. Even after all these years, there was something about him that drew your gaze, a spark that still lingered in your heart.

Dick's expression was serious as he moved through the crowd, talking to people with the ease of someone who was comfortable in any situation. A part of you ached, knowing that this was the man you once shared your dreams with, the boy who had lost so much, yet still managed to stand tall.

In that moment, as your eyes met from across the room, a jolt of recognition coursed through you, a reminder of the connection that still lingered between the two of you. Dick's eyes widened slightly, as if he recognized you too, and then he smiled, a genuine and warm expression that sent a shiver down your spine.

You found yourself drawn to him, making your way through the crowd, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. As you approached, you could see the relief and happiness in Dick's eyes, and for a moment, it was as if no time had passed between the two of you.

As you approached Dick, you couldn't help but smile, your nerves settling as he greeted you with a warm hug. "It's been too long," he murmured, his voice a familiar comfort.

You laughed, your eyes meeting his as you pulled back, taking in the sight of him. "It has been," you agreed, your heart fluttering at the closeness. "But it's good to see you."

Dick nodded, his expression turning serious for a moment. "I've missed you," he admitted, his voice low. "I never got to say goodbye, after... everything."

Your heart clenched, the memories of that fateful night coming back to haunt you. "I missed you too," you whispered, your hand reaching out to touch his. "I never stopped thinking of you, wondering if you were okay."

Dick's eyes softened, and he squeezed your hand gently. "I'm okay," he reassured you. "I've had a lot to deal with, but I'm okay."

You nodded, understanding the weight of the words. "I'm glad," you said, your voice sincere. "I'm glad you're okay."

Dick's smile grew, and he released your hand, gesturing to the art around you. "This is amazing. I'm not surprised, though, you've always had a talent for bringing stories to life."

You beamed, proud of your work and grateful for the compliment. "Thank you, Dick. It's something I've always loved, and now, I get to share it with the world."

He nodded, his gaze taking in the art around you. "You're making your mark, just like you always said you would."

"And you've done the same," you pointed out, nodding to his suit. "You're a successful businessman, and I've heard whispers of an up-and-coming philanthropist in Blüdhaven?"

Dick's smile turned wry, and he looked away for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

"Yeah, well, some things change, and some things stay the same, I guess." Dick replied, his voice holding a hint of nostalgia. "And now, here you are, the rising star of the art world."

You laughed, shaking your head. "I never thought I'd be standing here, in a fancy gallery, with my paintings on the walls," you admitted, gesturing around the room.

Dick's eyes sparkled with admiration. "You've come a long way. I'm not surprised, though. You always had the drive, the passion."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Thanks, Dick. It's good to see you again, to know that you're still out there, doing your own thing."

He nodded, leaning in closer. "I've missed you," he whispered, his voice soft and sincere. "And I'm glad I ran into you tonight."

You felt your heart skip a beat, the intensity of those words making your breath catch in your throat. "I'm glad too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

The two of you stood there for a moment, lost in each other's gaze, the years that had passed seemingly melting away.

Dick's hand reached out, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. "Let's catch up," he suggested, his smile drawing you in. "There's a lot to talk about, a lot of time to make up for."

You nodded, your heart pounding as you took his hand. "Yes," you agreed, the promise of rekindling your friendship and exploring the newfound feelings between you both filling you with excitement and anticipation. "Let's catch up."

The two of you stood there for a moment, the connection between you palpable. Then, Dick glanced at his watch, his expression turning apologetic. "I should get going," he murmured. "I have somewhere I need to be."

Your heart sank at the thought of him leaving, but you nodded understandingly. "Oh…" you said, your voice soft, trying to not let on how tightly disappointment gripped your heart.

Dick's smile was apologetic as he turned to leave, his hand lingering on your arm before releasing it. "I'm sorry. I really wanted to stay and catch up, but duty calls," he said, his voice tinged with regret.

You nodded, understanding that he had responsibilities he couldn't ignore. "It's okay," you reassured him, your heart aching at the thought of him leaving. "I'm glad you were able to come, though."

Dick's eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of something there, something that made your breath catch in your throat. Then, he was gone, disappearing into the crowd without another word.

You had thought you’d gotten over your silly childhood crush on Dick Grayson, but you couldn't help but watch him go, your heart aching with a mix of love and longing.

As the night wore on, the crowd began to thin, leaving you to mingle with the remaining guests and art critics. The soft strains of jazz continued to play, the room bathed in the warm glow of the spotlights, highlighting your artwork.

Suddenly, the mood shifted, the atmosphere growing tense as a group of thugs, armed with guns, burst through the doors. The room erupted into chaos as people scrambled for safety. You found yourself pushed against a wall, your heart pounding in your chest as the thugs rounded up the remaining guests, including you and five others.

The leader of the group, a burly man with a scowl, approached you, his gun pressing against your temple. "Don't move, or your friends die," he growled, his voice laced with menace.

You didn’t know these people, but that didn’t matter. You weren’t going to condemn these people to death over your art.

The other thugs herded the rest of the hostages into the center of the room, their weapons trained on the group. The once-festive atmosphere had been replaced with the heavy scent of fear and adrenaline.

One of the thugs approached the art, his eyes gleaming as he studied the pieces. "Let's see what kind of loot we have here," he said, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

As the heist unfolded, you could do nothing but watch, your mind racing as you tried to think of a way to escape the dangerous situation. The once-celebratory event had turned into a nightmare, and all you could do was hope for a swift resolution.

Just as the thugs began to load your artwork onto a waiting truck, the sound of a zip line echoed through the gallery. A dark figure swooped down, landing gracefully in the middle of the chaos.

Nightwing.

The thugs' eyes widened in surprise as he disarmed one of them, sending him stumbling backward. The other thugs, realizing they were in over their heads, started to panic, their guns wavering.

Nightwing moved with preternatural speed, his batons flying through the air, striking his targets with precision. The hostages, including you, watched in awe as he took down the thugs one by one.

The leader, sensing defeat, made a desperate move towards you, his gun raised. Nightwing was quicker, his escrima stick connecting with the man's wrist, sending the gun skittering across the floor.

The thug was subdued, and Nightwing turned to the others, his eyes dark with determination. "Everyone, stay down," he ordered, his voice firm but calm.

As the thugs were rounded up, Nightwing made his way to the hostages, helping them up. His gaze met yours, and for a moment, you felt a spark of recognition.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

You nodded, still shaken by the ordeal. "Yeah, thanks to you," you replied, your voice trembling slightly.

Nightwing offered you a reassuring smile, his eyes never leaving yours. "Glad to be of service," he said, his voice brimming with the same intensity you remembered from your childhood.

As Nightwing helped the other hostages, your thoughts raced, piecing together the evidence from the encounter. The smile, so familiar and warm, the way he moved, with the grace and agility you remembered, and the way he had flown in on a zip line - the very same way you'd seen him do tricks in the circus.

Your heart began to race, the realization dawning on you. It couldn't be. But as he turned back to you, his eyes meeting yours once more, there was no denying it.

Nightwing was Dick Grayson.

The boy you'd once shared your dreams with, the man you'd reconnected with earlier that evening, was now standing before you in his crime-fighting persona. The shock and delight mingled, leaving you reeling.

As the last of the thugs were subdued and the night grew quiet, Dick's gaze returned to you, his expression softening as he noticed your trembling form. He approached you, his hands gentle as he guided you away from the chaos.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and soothing. "That was quite a scare."

You nodded, still trying to process the events that had just unfolded. As you looked into his eyes, you couldn't help but notice how familiar they seemed, how much they reminded you of the boy you once knew.

You glanced around, making sure no one else was within earshot. As you were sure the coast was clear, you leaned in closer to him, your voice dropping to a murmur.

"Dick," you said, your words barely audible. "That's you under that mask, right...?"

Dick's eyes widened slightly at your whispered question, a flicker of surprise and a brief flicker of panic crossing his features. He hesitated for a moment, before nodding begrudgingly, his voice dropping to match yours in volume. "Guilty as charged," he replied, his voice low and incredulous, "how’d you know?"

You smiled, your heart pounding with excitement. "Because I know you, Dick Grayson," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of awe and amusement. "And I know that only you could pull off a stunt like that."

Dick's smile grew, his eyes softening as he looked at you, the tension he'd been holding on to dissipating. "I guess I can't keep everything a secret from you," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of nostalgia.

You nodded, your heart swelling with a sense of pride and affection. "No, I guess not," you agreed, your hand reaching out to touch his arm.

The two of you stood there, lost in each other's gaze, the chaos of the night fading away. The reunion of old friends, turned into something more, as you realized that the bond between you transcended time and circumstances.

Dick's hand reached out, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek, just like it had earlier that evening. "Let's catch up," he suggested, his smile drawing you in. "There's a lot to talk about, a lot of time to make up for."

. . .

Days after the heist, you found yourself sitting in a small, dimly-lit café, the warmth of a steaming cup of coffee enveloping your hands. The room was filled with the soothing sounds of a jazz quartet playing in the background.

You glanced up as Dick entered, his dark eyes meeting yours across the room. He approached your table, his smile brightening the space around him.

"Hey," he said, taking a seat opposite you. "I've been meaning to talk to you."

"About last week?" you asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Dick chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "Well, that too. But there's something else I need to discuss with you."

You nodded, your curiosity piqued.

"Look," Dick began, his voice low and serious, "this life, it's dangerous. I can't have anyone I care about getting hurt because of me."

Your heart clenched at his words, understanding the weight of his responsibility. "I understand," you replied, your voice soft. "But what about us?"

“We need to keep… this a secret, at least for now. It's for your safety," Dick hesitated, his expression pained. "I know. It's a lot to process."

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "I'm scared," you admitted. "Scared of what this means, of what it could put you through."

Dick's expression softened, his hand reaching out to brush against your cheek once more. "I know," he said. "And I'm scared too. But I don't regret a moment of that night. I don't regret being here with you."

"The connection we share means too much to me, you mean too much to me," Dick continued, his voice filled with conviction. "And I promise you, I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe. But for now, we need to keep this between us."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love reflected there. A lump formed in your throat as you nodded, accepting the reality of the situation.

"Okay," you whispered, your voice wavering. "Let's do this."

Dick's smile was tender, his thumb brushing against your cheek once more. "Thank you," he said, his voice low and filled with gratitude.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, your hands brushing against each other, a silent promise of the love and commitment you shared, despite the secrets that bound you. Together, you'd face the challenges that lay ahead, trusting in the bond that had brought you back together, stronger than ever.

. . .

You sat in a bustling café, your eyes scanning the room as you sipped your coffee. Your heart raced with anticipation, knowing that Dick would be joining you soon. The coded message had been clear: "Meet me at the park with the red bench, our table will be the one with the most books."

A few minutes later, you spotted Dick entering the park, his eyes scanning the area as he approached. He took a seat at the designated table, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before he pretended to leaf through one of the books.

You made your way over, your heart pounding in your chest. "Mind if I join you?" you asked, feigning innocence.

Dick looked up, his eyes brightening. "Not at all," he replied, his voice low and filled with mirth. "Unless you're here for one of these literary masterpieces."

You laughed, taking a seat opposite him. "No, I'm afraid not," you said, your voice just as low. "I was just looking for a nice, quiet place to read."

You both settled into your roles, chatting casually about books while your hands brushed against each other under the table. The world around you faded, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in the sweet thrill of secrecy.

As the afternoon turned into evening, you and Dick continued to share stolen moments, laughing and reminiscing about old times. The park's red bench was now a symbol of your forbidden love, a beacon of warmth amidst the chaos of your lives.

In this public, yet private, space, the two of you could be free, if only for a little while. The coded messages and secret rendezvous were a testament to the depth of your feelings, a shared secret that only you and Dick knew.

. . .

You stood in the kitchen of your modest apartment, the scent of garlic and rosemary wafting through the air. The meal you were preparing was simple, yet hearty, perfect for a quiet evening at home.

The doorbell rang, and you quickly made your way to answer it. Dick stood on the other side, his smile warm as he stepped in. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble," he said, his voice low and filled with gratitude.

"Oh, come on," you replied, playfully swatting his arm. "I enjoy cooking. Plus, it's not every day I get to have a superhero over for dinner."

Dick chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief. "I'll try not to disappoint," he said, helping you carry the dishes to the table.

The two of you settled in, the silence in the room punctuated by the sounds of cutlery clinking against plates and the occasional sip of wine. As you ate, you found yourselves slipping back into easy conversation, the familiarity between you like a comforting blanket.

After dinner, you moved to the living room, curling up on the couch together. You watched a movie, your legs intertwined and your heads resting against each other, the world outside fading away.

Later, as you lay in your bed, your arms wrapped around each other, you felt safe and content. The intimacy of the evening provided a stark contrast to the danger and excitement that defined Dick's life as Nightwing.

In these moments, the two of you could simply be, enjoying the simple pleasures of being together. The quiet moments, the stolen kisses, the whispers of love and affection that passed between you.

The private dinners, the intimate nights shared in each other's homes, were a balm for your souls, a sanctuary from the chaos that surrounded you.

. . .

You sat in front of your laptop, the screen glowing as you opened up the encrypted messaging app. You had to be careful, you couldn't let anyone see your communication with Dick. It was a risk, but one you had to take if you wanted to keep your relationship safe.

You typed out a message, your fingers flying across the keys. "Hey, I miss you. When can we meet up next?" you asked, your heart pounding with anticipation.

A few minutes later, a response popped up on your screen. "I miss you too. I can make it tonight at 7 pm. Meet me at the usual spot," Dick wrote, his words a promise of the love and passion that you both shared.

You smiled, your heart swelling with happiness. You couldn't wait to see him, to be in his arms again. You quickly typed out a response, your words filled with longing. "I'll be there. Can't wait to see you."

The two of you continued to communicate, your words flowing back and forth between you. You talked about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other's company. The encrypted messaging app provided a safe space for you to express your love and affection for each other, without fear of unwanted surveillance.

As the night wore on, you found yourself getting ready for your meeting with Dick. You put on your best outfit, your heart fluttering with excitement. You knew that you had to be careful, that the world around you was dangerous and unpredictable.

But in this moment, you didn't care. You just wanted to be with Dick, to enjoy each other's company. The world could wait, but your love for each other couldn't. You knew that you would do anything to keep your relationship safe, to protect it from those who would try to tear you apart.

. . .

You and Dick sat in a dimly lit corner of a crowded restaurant, your eyes locked on each other as you whispered. "So, what do you think?" Dick asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I think it's perfect," you replied, your smile brightening the space between you. "We'll say we met through work, that I'm a consultant for Wayne Enterprises."

Dick's eyes widened, and you could see the gears turning in his head. "And I'm pretty high up in the ranks," he added, his voice filled with mirth. "Everyone knows how I'm always looking for new talent."

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Exactly. It'll be believable, and it'll explain our frequent meetings."

A waiter approached, and you both ordered your meals, your hands brushing against each other for a brief moment. The world around you blurred, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of your secret.

After the waiter left, you continued to discuss the finer details of your cover story. You decided that you would occasionally be seen working late hours at Wayne Enterprises, giving the appearance that your professional relationship was genuine.

Dick, always the strategic planner, suggested that you could be seen at charity events and fundraisers, further solidifying the façade. You agreed, your heart swelling with gratitude for his thoughtfulness.

As the night wore on, the two of you continued to enjoy each other's company, always mindful of the world around you. You knew that you had to be cautious, that the truth of your relationship couldn't be revealed.

. . .

The opulent ballroom was filled with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and the soft strains of a string quartet. You and Dick stood together, your eyes locked on each other as you navigated the sea of people.

Dick's arm rested lightly on your waist, a gesture that was both protective and casual. It was a perfect display of your professional relationship, one that you had worked diligently to craft.

As you chatted with a group of people, you noticed a man eyeing you with interest. He approached, his smile charming and disarming. "Excuse me, miss, but I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You're simply stunning," he said, his voice smooth and seductive.

Your gaze flicked to Dick, and you could see the trust and understanding in his eyes. You knew that you had to handle this situation with discretion, without revealing anything about your true relationship.

"Thank you," you replied, your smile warm but distant. "Unfortunately, I'm with someone tonight. But perhaps another time?"

The man's smile faltered for a moment before he recovered. "Of course, another time. It was a pleasure to meet you," he said, bowing slightly before moving on.

You turned back to the group, your heart beating with gratitude for Dick's unspoken support. The trust and discretion that you both shared were the backbone of your relationship, allowing you to navigate the complex world around you.

Throughout the evening, you and Dick continued to mingle, always mindful of each other's whereabouts. You exchanged subtle glances, your eyes filled with love and understanding.

You and Dick stood side by side, watching the crowd as you sipped your champagne. "I thought for sure he was going to try to hit on you," you said, your voice low and filled with amusement.

Dick's eyebrows shot up, and he let out a deep laugh. "Really? Why would you think that?" he asked, his voice equally as low.

You shrugged, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Well, you're the one who's usually surrounded by women," you said, your voice light and teasing. "I thought you were just taking a break from all the attention tonight."

Dick's laughter filled the air, his eyes sparkling with humor. "Oh, I'm always getting attention," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "But I guess I'm just too used to it to notice."

You laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Well, it's a good thing I'm here to help you fend them off," you said, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Dick chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. "I'll definitely take all the help I can get," he replied, his voice filled with mock seriousness.

You smiled, your heart swelling with love for the man who stood before you. "Well, you'll always have my attention," you said, your voice soft and filled with emotion.

Dick's expression softened, and he lowered his champagne glass. "I know," he whispered, his eyes filled with love and adoration. "And you'll always have mine."

The two of you continued to talk, your conversation peppered with quiet humor and playful jabs. You reveled in the simple pleasure of being together, the world around you fading away as you basked in each other's company.

. . .

Outside of Dick's inner circle and your closest friends, very few people would know about your relationship. You both took great care to maintain your cover story, ensuring that your interactions appeared professional and casual.

Dick's staff at Wayne Enterprises would know you as a consultant, a frequent visitor to the offices, and an occasional guest at charity events. They'd see you working late hours or having meetings in Dick's office but would assume it was all part of your professional relationship.

Similarly, your friends might notice that you often hang out with Dick but would be told about your professional connection.

Both Dick and you were careful to avoid any actions that could be misconstrued as intimate or compromising. You would always have a plausible explanation for your whereabouts and interactions.

The only people aware of your true relationship would be those you trust explicitly, such as Dick's closest confidants or your dearest friends. They would understand the importance of keeping your relationship a secret and would respect your desire for privacy.

In essence, you had created a web of intricate lies and half-truths to protect your love. It was a delicate dance, but one that the two of you had mastered, ensuring that your relationship remained a secret, shielded from prying eyes.

#juneywrites #i'm in my dc phase again #no beta we die like jason todd #dick grayson x reader

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deathbyathousandspiders · 5 months ago

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IN WHICH stark!reader witnesses her father’s final breath after he saves the world.

writing this specifically for @inkedeye2345 because tbh it takes a comment to realize people actually want to see second parts to the posts i make :,)

i forget that people actually enjoy my writing and i’m not making it up—

read part one here if you want!

disclaimer: heavy angst, this is the saddest thing i have written to date.

you cannot charge me for your therapy bills.

i love yall 3000 🫶🫶

thank you for supporting me :,)

✨masterlist✨.

1.1k.

The battlefield was soaked with soot and blood, overlapping and mixing with each other. Mixing between your foes and your teammates. It was an overwhelming sight to see, an overwhelming scene to be a part of. Nothing you ever anticipated witnessing, and nothing you ever wanted to witness again.

Rages and cries and striking weaponry sang symphonies as they clashed with one another. Blistered feet and Chuck Taylor’s carried you across the rubble of the compound as fast as they could, your hammering heart drowning out the sound of the war around you as you ran for your life. Ran towards your father.

From where you were, even as the distance shortened, it was hard to tell what was happening. Six different colors shimmered their way up Tony’s right arm, resting on each knuckle with a shine that stars themselves envied. You shielded yourself from the blinding light, only for a second. That second was long enough to know that whatever your dad was doing, it weakened him. You wanted to stop it.

You needed to stop it.

Perhaps forty or so feet remained between you and your dad before he snapped his fingers, and you froze. Against your will, you froze. Deep down, in the stillness of the air, in the bright light emitting from his right hand of color, you knew what was happening. You knew what he was doing.

“Dad..” It slipped from your lips before you could stop it, before the tears could sting your eyes. You stepped, paced, walked, jogged– ran. Your feet could not carry you quick enough, far enough, soon enough. Heart plummeting, breath shallowing, you didn’t pay enough attention to hear the dying war cries, the dying battle. Your eyes remained on your father.

He slumped where he was, half of his body, his face, turning to something resembling the soot beneath you. And still, pushing past the pain of sacrifice, the pain of the losses he didn’t have the time to count, he met your eyes. Some pained, relieved, fatherly smile spread across his face. You both shed tears at the notion.

You both knew it would be the last grin he had in him.

You fell to your knees to meet him, tripping on a rock and still catching your tumble with grace. Sliding straight for him, all you could manage was to outstretch your arms and wrap them around him. A sob crawled out from you, at the fact that this would be your last hug or the fact that Tony did not even have the strength to return it, you couldn’t tell.

Violent cries shook your entire body as you held him, but you needed to force yourself out of the anguished state. Tony saved the world from sorrow bigger than your comprehension, and you couldn’t let his last few moments be filled with sadness. You couldn’t let his dying breath be used to comfort your grief.

One deep breath was all you needed to compose yourself. You swallowed the sobs as they came up, pulling back from the hug and leaning your dad back on a rock. You felt the eyes of each of your teammates slowly find some way to the two of you, but you knew that making eye contact with any of them would break your composure.

You needed to be strong right now.

A sniffle, and you forced a grin to mirror his, tears slipping through the seems of the dam you failed to build. “You did it, Dad.” Another sniffle, a squeeze of his shoulder, a solid hold on his hand. His hand that was too weak to tremble, a hand that felt cold as ice in your grasp. You mustered a breath, playing off a sob like a choke of air. A cough, perhaps. “I’m so proud of you.” The words left your lips with a tremor, a break in the cracks. You weren’t going to last. And neither would he.

Your father taught you well to hide your vulnerability, to mask your struggle. “Though I wish you’d let me beat you to it.” Something sad of a laugh broke through, tripping on the hollowing coating your mouth and the lump forming in your throat. That weakened squeeze within your fingers told you that Tony was glad he had beaten you to it, beaten you to the one thing he did not want you to do.

As much as you, too, did not want to do this, be the one to sacrifice, you would have done anything to keep him there. To keep your father alive, to keep your best friend living. Yet, you failed to do so.

Peter’s presence beside you felt like a beacon of solitude. The last space of comfort you had left. Your right temple met his left shoulder, though you did not dare tear your watering eyes from Tony’s. His slow blinks and wheezing breaths would not last more than a moment longer, and you tried to memorize the feeling of his warmth while you could. The warmth of your father.

He grabbed Tony’s left hand, his right hand grabbing yours as tight as he could. “We won, Mister Stark.” The shaken voice Peter spoke in told you he was breaking just as much as you were at the sight of Tony so tattered. It both broke you and brought you reassurance.

“I’ll take care of her, Tony..” Peter’s whispered words shattered every guard you bore to keep yourself composed. It tore you to pieces, and how could it not? How fucked up did you have to be to try and push away the pain of losing your father? Your shoulders shook at the weight of the despair, the unbelievable pain that could not be bandaged. “It’s okay.” You could not tell whether Peter lulled the words to you or your father, but the two words were all Tony needed to hear before he, too, tore down his guards.

The light fled his eyes the same moment the arc reactor shut off. The moment he died.

A gasp joined the mixture of your shallow breathing, your shaken sobbing, at the weight of Tony’s hand going limp in yours. He was lifeless, dead. Gone. Your father was gone.

You pressed a tearful kiss to his fingers one last time before laying the hand at his side, leaning forward to shut Tony’s eyes to sleep forever. The second you leaned back, Peter wrapped you in his arms, allowing you to release the feeling and trauma of enduring the scene you knew would haunt you forever.

The cost of his life for yours was a debt you would never be able to repay. A life–for–a–life kind of payback you knew you’d always fall short of. You just hoped he was right to keep you from making the sacrifice he was destined for.

You just hoped you would be worth it.

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mumifyy · 11 months ago

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First request! But could you make a Vox x reader that has Anxiety? :3 Thank you!!

A/N: as a person with severe anxiety, I love this idea 🫶 / First request omg?? 😭

Tw: Anxiety, Overthinking, panic attack, Violence, Valentino (Bros his own warning 😒 I hate that mf sm), Sexual harassment, not proofread.

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“I love you.” Vox x Reader

Part 2 💝

You hummed, Looking through the books on the bookshelf of the hellish library. The shelf’s laced with dust from the lack of interaction. Soon, a book caught your keen eye.

“Overlords for Dummies.” You raised a brow, deciding to open it and scan through the small letters printed into the frail yellow stained paper. Your eyes darted through the length of the page before coming across your Boyfriends name. Your eyes locked onto the word, a soft smile curling onto your delicate lips as you thought of you lover before returning to reading the book. Eventually, you got bored of the book and decided to put it back along with the other dusty and unused books. Deeming the information useless as you already knew all of it. Walking out of the library and opening the doors to see the all too familiar red sky of hell, You wondered what heaven looked like, not that you really cared you were just curious. You walked down the sidewalk peacefully, ignorant demons walking down on the opposite way or the way you were going, all annoyed or picking a fight with eachother which you were used to. Finally, you reached halfway to the VVV tower, your secret home as Vox didn’t want anyone knowing about y oh relationship just yet, worried that it would only put you in danger. And Alastor of course. You walked into the doors of the famous tower only to be met with Valentino. The lust overlord, which you didn’t really like, along with the word of Vox, you avoided only to come face to face to him. He stared down at you, a grin forming on his face before he spoke.

“Ah, Who might you be Cariño? Arnt you just… a pretty little thing.” He spoke in a husky tone, taking your hand and licking it with pink saliva trailing down your small arm as you cringed and looked away uncomfortably. “U-um.” You stuttered, unable to come up with an answer. “Are you looking for work baby? I could make you a star… both of us richer then well.” He slurred with lust in his eyes as you quickly snapped out of your trance and pulled your arm away from him, gulping at the overlords now annoyed expression before he harshly grabbed you face and tried pulling you in for a kiss, licking his lips in anticipation before you pushed him away, tears brimming at your waterline before you darted away, running in whatever direction he wasn’t going.

*You heaved for air, tears already have been spilling from your eyes violently when you were running before. Your back slid on the wall when you sat down, dragging your knees to your chest in your crying state. You began to sob more violently, overthinking that Vox was deem you as a cheater and throw you away for being touched by another man, especially his friend! Or atleast that’s what you thought they were. You didn’t care. “Fuck! No no! I can’t loose him.. what if he hates me?” You gasped for air clutching your chest as your lungs gave out. You coughed and choked on your own tears. “Please no” you chanted out. “I don’t want him to leave me, no please. I don’t want to be left alone. What if he saw? What if I’m in the wrong?” Your eyes began to get blurry to more you cried, as if they weren’t producing tears to flood an entire canyon. Your head felt fuzzy, a headache forming already before you passed out from the lack of oxygen.

You gasped awake, sitting up instantly, your hand flying up to your aching head. Wait where are you? You looked around, noticing you were no longer in the alleyway you were in before. Wait what happened..? Before you could think, someone hugged you tightly. “Oh fuck! Your awake I’m so fucking glad! Are you alright sweetheart? My love? Darling? How are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere?” You recognized the familiar voice to be Vox, your Boyfriend. “Vox..?” He was nuzzled into your neck before looking up at you with what looked like to be tears. “Yes my love?” He asked with a small sniffle. “What happened?” Vox looked at you before answering. “I don’t know, I was in my office before I saw you on the cameras running while crying so I went to go find you. I’ve been meaning.. to ask who hurt you?” He questioned, his expression still worried but the look in his eyes made you shiver, you knew he was pissed on the inside. “I-..” you stuttered over your words, you didn’t want to ruin Valentino’s relationship with Vox, especially since there were sort of friends in their own way. “Darling please… I won’t be mad I promise my sweet girl.” He comforted you calmly. No.. your acting selfish, but what if your right? Wait what if your wrong and he leaves you? The voices tore you apart. Your thoughts getting more intense as you overthought more about the outcome of your next move. Before you could think about it anymore Bix noticed something on your arm, your sleeves was rolled up with left over salvia from hours before when Valentino licked you. You looked down at Vox as he gently took your wrist in his clawed hand, the look on his digital face changed, now into more violent expression, it scared you. “V-Vox it’s no-“ he cut you off. “I know Baby. Was this Valentinos doing? Did he t-t-t-touch y-y-you?” He glitched. That was not a good sign. “I’m sorry Vox! I didn’t mean to run into him he grabbed me before I could walk away I was just trying to get back into our room I’m sorry please don’t leave me I didn’t know he was the-“ Once again, Vox cut you off with a kiss on your forehead. “Sweetheart. This is not your fault okay? Stop worrying and get some sleep my sweet girl.” You looked at him, hugging him before he later you back down and covered you with a blanket and his jacket to comfort you further before he gave you one final kiss on your nose before walking away, rolling up his sleeves as he did so. You closed you eyes and feel asleep quickly as your woke up, not seeing how deathly angry Vox had became.

“Cut, cut, cut! What the fuck was that?!” Valentino yelled at the “star”. The worker babbling excused before the door burst open, almost blowing the door off its hinges with a furious Vox glaring deathly at Valentino.

Vox glitched violently as he intently glared at Valentino, Valentino’s face turning a bit pale.

“M̵̡͊͊̃̐͗̄Y̴̼͖̣͋ ̸̨͕̦͙̝͙̣̎͂́͛͘̕F̶̢̱͎̭̙͑͋͊-̴̡̧͖̤̠̘̹̀̒̾̋)̸̘͗͛̍̀̚$̸̧͕̘͕͓̪͑̎͆͑͊͜—̴͖̩̟̫͐̂͆͆̕͘Ǘ̶͇̅͛͐̾̍͒͌̏̏͜ͅU̵͇̩̭̥͍̘͈͗̋͗̌̌̐͠ͅŲ̴͖̘̞̼̬̣͔̺̾!̴͓̼̦̟̺͔͇͙̔̐̔͒̍͌́̎̚͝’̶̛͉̰̭͖̝̈͊̎͐n̶̡̨̛͎̹̯̱̕C̸͈̳̆̒̇K̴͕̺̦̎͊̑Ì̴͈̱̘̹̣̜̍̏̔͐̆̀̕͘N̸̗͎̄̅̓̀͘C̸͎͊̂ ̵̘̫̙̥͉̑͂̔̌͌̀͐͌Ǫ̴̥̖͈̯̂̐̈́̕-̷̹̺͑̄͊̒̔̕F̶̙͙̫̭̰̼͈̘̳͕̀͐̚F̶͈͍̟̦̤͓̞̗͛͑͐͋̐͆̅̽̚͘ͅ$̶̬̥͉̋̓̍̈͆̄̀͠ͅ)̷̛͉͓͉̀̔͒̉̍̅$̶̭̣̲̥̫̓̌̓̋—̵͓̗̬͋̓̒̚C̶̨͍̟͉̳̠̹̀͒̽͜͠͝ͅĘ̵͓̌̀̅̊̇ ̴̟̌̿́́͊͘N̴͙̖̳͋͑̾̈̈́̈́̈̀͗Ő̸̗̅͊̊̅̈͌͠6̷̡̧̩͙̳̂̍͆–̸̧͈͇̬̣̯̭̖̀̋̀̊̋̋̀̐͐ͅ7̷̪̦͋W̴̨͔̟͂̈́̈́̏̀̓̀͂͑͠.”

(“My fucking office now”)

…

“shit.”

#hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hotel #vivziepop #vox #vox x reader #reader x character #fluff #anxeity #valentino #fanfic #fanfiction reccomendations #the vees #hazbin hotel vees

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yandere-sins · 2 months ago

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Yan-Poll #30

[Continuation of Poll #29]

"Hey!"

Your yell startled both monsters, and you used that chance to squeeze past the vampire's defensive stance, putting yourself between them and the werewolf. The beast's eyes widened as you approached him, his gaze completely fixed on you as his stance turned receptive. He looked like he was waiting for you to come to him, with his arms open, palms upwards, eager to receive your body.

Almost too quickly, your feet stopped, and like a mousetrap, the werewolf didn't realize what was wrong until the vampire was already on him. You yelped as you whipped around, trying to shield yourself from the sight. But the sounds couldn't be avoided, the screaming, squelching, and the final whimpers. All of this had been an anticipated risk, but it was gruesome regardless.

Tears you couldn't seem to shed lingered in your eyes. What for? You had no idea. The werewolf? The vampire? Yourself? Probably the latter. It was shock, more than it was regret, your knees hitting the floorboards, shooting pain through you that you barely registered.

"It's over," you heard someone say, perhaps noticing your state of distress as your hand clamped over your mouth, holding back sobs and nausea. Cold hands fell to your shoulders, shaking you, but not enough to tear you out of the state of shock and panic. Not until they pushed you down, forcing you on your back.

"It's over," the vampire repeated, looking down at you. It was impossible to ignore the blood splattered all over their clothes and face. Blood that now also stuck to you where they touched. Your tears finally burst as you started to wail, so much fear and anxiety having culminated inside you throughout the night that it simply broke out of you now.

With bloody fingertips, the vampire wiped the tears away, but the sin they smeared on your skin couldn't be washed away by your crying. They still had killed someone, a perhaps inevitable outcome, but tragic nonetheless. And now you were alone with them—again. Perhaps for the last time?

"I... I won't hurt you. At least, it won't hurt long; one bite and it'll be over," they muttered, and your sobs turned softer, realizing what they meant. The time you two had spent seemed to have been worth nothing. Your efforts, the sacrifice you made—it still led to your death in the end.

"Just be quick," you mumbled, resigning to your fate. You had lasted longer than most. Even just the first decision could have drastically altered your fate, but at least you spent one last night making decisions and fighting for your life.

Their hair tickled your face as they leaned forward, burying their face between your neck and shoulder. Their hands gripped your shoulders tightly, discomfort forcing you to struggle until they had you in a position ready to bite. Pinned down with inhuman strength, you could only whine as the tips of their fangs poked at your skin, their bite slamming into you so hard it robbed you of your breath. Somewhere between feeling like the vampire tore a part of your flesh out of you and the eery sensation of release, you closed your eyes for the last time, sinking down into darkness like you had never before, death welcoming you like a gentle embrace, telling you to finally rest after all the tumult you endured up to this point.

Only for something to violently jerk you away from the waiting embrace.

Gasping loudly, you felt the air flow into your lungs, your body desperate to fulfill your need to breathe. But once it was there, it felt like holding your breath indefinitely, and you had to force yourself to sputter it out, rolling on your side as you tore your eyelids open. They had been stuck with tears and gunk, yet your eyesight had never been clearer, seeing every finely carved groove in the wooden planks of the floor beneath you.

"Finally!" someone rejoiced, their voice so loud and clear, every crack in it so unusually emphasized. It was far too much to take, and you raised your palms over your ears to blur it out, the stimulation far too great. Your own skin felt cold, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt normal. Right, even. But the hands falling to your shoulders shook you out of it, making you relive your final moments before you had closed your eyes, reminding you of the vampire, and you forced yourself to look at them.

Their features were so intricate that every pore on their eternal face was visible to you. Their eyes were dark with concern and fear, but a spark of hope laid in them as they looked at you, their lips slowly curling upwards. "I wasn't sure it would work," they breathed in relief, yet you heard them even through your hands.

"I've never done it before. I couldn't be sure it would work!"

The vampire seemed increasingly excited, their hands strangely warm as they wrapped them around yours, pulling them from your ears and helping you sit up. "You were down for almost the full day, but it seems to have finally worked!"

"I'm... I'm not dead...?" you croaked hesitantly as you sat there on the floor while the vampire got up, walking away with their steps suddenly loud enough to wake an elephant. You looked around, watching the dust particles sway in the dark, smelling the old, partially moldy wood around the house, and listening to the clanking of metal as the vampire poured a heavy liquid.

Instantly, your mouth began to water as you smelled the iron-y delight mixed with a much sweeter yet tart juice. "Here," the vampire whispered, kneeling down next to you. "I kept you some, I knew you'd be hungry. The pomegranate makes it easier to swallow the first time."

Your mind filled with a desire to feed, one so strong you yanked the goblet from the vampire, downing it swiftly. It felt fucking amazing to wet your throat, but once it was empty, you still felt like you were on the brink of dehydration, your eyes looking over at the vampire for more. For answers. But mostly for more of the drink.

They chuckled, shaking their head. "That's it. We'll have to hunt for more."

"Hunt?" you asked. The vampire held out his hand, helping you up from the ground and steadying you as you regained your posture. Somehow, you felt fitter; the idea of going out and doing something replaced the desire to drink more of the juice you had been given.

"Hunt what?"

"Humans."

"What?" you mumbled, taken aback by the statement. But the vampire stepped closer, still holding your hand while reaching up to brush some hair out of the way.

"Don't worry, I will teach you everything I know. Everything I learned in my centuries. And we have a long time to make a proper vampire out of you. But I'll be there every step of the way, always by your side. Together, we can hunt, talk, and dance for as long as we want. I can finally break this spell of boredom now that I have you by my side, my beloved."

"I'm... I'm not a vampire! I'm a human!"

They chuckled, shaking their head. "Not anymore, sweetheart. Come now, let's test your new abilities."

"What? No!" you took a step back, everything a little much to process, but their grip tightened.

"I said, 'let's go'," the vampire ordered firmly, and all your resistance melted as you followed them willingly, no thoughts of yours forming to make your body obey otherwise.

"I'm sorry," they whispered, bumping their head to yours. "Don't make me use it too often, darling. I hate treating you like a simple thrall. You are more than that, my sweetness, I promise. But I need you to do as I say, lest I might lose you again. Do you know how long I waited for someone like you? Someone I could turn and have by my side for the rest of eternity? Don't take this away from me, okay?"

Your head nodded without hesitation, the force of the vampire's bond with you too strong to refuse. They leaned down, placing their lips on top of yours as you felt close to crying. But no tears would rise to your eyes.

"Open," the vampire murmured against your lips. You did as ordered, the kiss deepening as they pressed you against a wall, intertwining your fingers. At the same time, you couldn't even struggle against their advances. Their tongue lapped over your own fangs, a drip of blood falling onto your own, and your body pounced forward, wanting more desperately. Neither the urge nor the orders were something you could control, and you felt your humanity shatter at the unpredictability of your own actions.

"Maybe there's somewhere else we should go before heading out to hunt," they concluded, satisfied by your reaction, pulling out of the kiss and lowering your hands again.

"Come, my dark consort. Let us unify in our eternal bodies and make this a day we'll never forget in all the centuries to come!"

They laughed cheerfully, pulling you close as they rushed you deeper into the mansion, your eyes only briefly glimpsing right, seeing the entrance door for a brief moment, reminding you of how much you tried to escape. At least the darkness around you wasn't as scary anymore with your heightened senses.

Only the darkness inside remained, deepening with every controlling touch the vampire graced you with. And you wondered...

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