#I feel blood will be spilled but hell let's do it lmao

[nanamis-bigtie]

You've crowned Sanji as the Strawhat Best, time for another level of very needed research.

[oddinary4bts]

To Give a Helping Hand | ch 3 (jjk)

☆summary: when you finally come over to his place, Jungkook realizes he'll need more of you.

☆pairing: idol!Jungkook x female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

☆genre: smut, idol!au

☆warnings: unedited, curses, alcohol, an NDA (brief mention), explicit content: grinding, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), edging, begging/praise kink, spitting, jerking off, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), creampie

☆word count: 3.7k

☆a/n: i was horny i guess lmao hope you enjoy! this is unedited so beware for typos and stuff that doesn't make sense haha love y'all <3

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There’s something about you that Jungkook can’t quite figure out.

Maybe it’s the way you signed the NDA when you got to his place, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with playfulness. Maybe it’s the way you teased him, threatening to spill his secrets with a wink that went straight to his dick. Or maybe it’s the way you told him he can’t tell anyone about you either.

It can be our secret, mmh?

Your words have been resonating through him since he made you dinner And he only did so because he wants to spend some time with you, to get to know a little before he actually fucks you, and all that shit. He’s just trying to be decent. But ever since you walked into his apartment with that skirt of yours - showing your indecent, strong legs, and thighs he wants to be crushed by - Jungkook has known he’ll get his dick wet tonight.

Hell, he knew it even before that, but the sight of you has been making him feel feral. It’s nothing new - he’s been feral for you ever since the first time he saw you at the gym, with that stupid Cooky keychain he hated then.

He doesn’t hate it anymore. In truth, he doesn’t even give a shit anymore. Maybe it’s because you have him wrapped around a finger, and he’s ready to make you see stars.

“Thank you for the food,” you say as you sit back in your chair, toying with the glass of the wine you brought. 

He tilts his head to the side, offers a small smirk and says, “Anytime.”

Your eyes glint. They glint like jewels in the sun, and it strikes him deep. “Does that mean it’s time for me to repay you?”

Fuck. His blood shoots down to his dick, and Jungkook stirs in his chair.

“I think we’re on uneven grounds, mmh?” he lets out.

You cock an eyebrow. “How so?”

“I haven’t seen you come yet.”

You smile a small, secretive smile, looking at your wine. “Does that bother you?”

“It does.” He shifts in his chair, leaning closer to you. He suddenly hates that you’re sitting on the other side of the table, but he’ll be patient tonight.

He wants to savour you until the sun comes up.

“So tonight is all about me?” you tease.

He can’t help the small laugh he lets out. “Oh, I think we’ll both find our pleasure.”

It doesn’t take you long after that to get up, walking around the table. Jungkook pushes his chair away from the table, and you straddle his lap with the quiet confidence he likes about you, lowering yourself on him until he’s sure you can feel his dick on you.

And he feels you, feels the warmth radiating off of you, and he already knows his climax will hit harder than it ever has.

“So,” you purr, circling your hips. “What do you want to start with?”

His hands find your waist, and he gently rubs you with his thumbs. “Why don’t you take your shirt off?”

You’re a brat. You’re a fucking brat, because you pout, saying, “Can’t do it for me?”

He’ll go insane tonight. Thoroughly, completely insane.

What will be left of him in the morning?

“You want to play this game?” he says, voice low.

You blink innocently. “What game?”

Jungkook gets up, carrying you with him. Your eyes widen in surprise, but you recover quickly, wrapping your legs around him. And he meant to carry you to his room, but your lips find the side of his neck, and you suck hard.

“Fuck,” he hisses, and he immediately directs himself towards the wall, pinning you against it. “You’re impatient.”

You lean your head back against the wall, looking at him through your lashes. “Maybe a little.”

It spurs him into action - Jungkook captures your mouth in a languid kiss, parting your lips with his tongue to taste you. He can taste the food and the wine on you, but also a taste that is so distinctly you that he sighs in relief.

He’s a man starved when it comes to you, and he doesn’t know what to make of it.

Jungkook grinds his hips, rubbing his length on you. You whimper in his mouth, your hands pulling on handfuls of his hair, and he hisses in pain, though it only turns him on more. Still, he kisses you, sucking on your lower lip and teasing it with his teeth. He doesn’t bite down too hard, doesn’t want to hurt you, but when your tongue toys with his piercings, he knows he needs to have you now. So he makes sure he’s holding you up with one hand, and then slides the other one between your bodies. 

He makes quick work of pulling your skirt up, and then his fingers deftly push your underwear aside. One digit parts your folds, tests your wetness, and his dick twitches in his pants at just how slick you already are.

“Who’s impatient now?” you purr.

He feels an inherent need to shut you up, and so he dips his finger inside of you up to the first knuckle, swallowing the needy moan you let out. And then he’s pulling his hand away, bringing it up to your face, and he pulls away from the kiss to push his finger in your mouth.

Your lips wrap around the digit, your eyes blazing bright, and you suck on it, your tongue teasing the pad. It reminds him of how your mouth felt on his dick the last time he saw you, and he grinds into you again, loving the way your eyebrows bunch together with pleasure.

He can’t wait to hear you moan his name. That, more than anything, pushes him to pull his finger out of your mouth, and to then carry you to his room. You busy yourself on the skin of his neck as he does so, and he grunts when your tongue teases the earring he’s wearing.

“No hickey,” he reminds you when you go back to sucking on his neck.

You stop, pulling away just enough to meet his gaze. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice.”

He’s reached the bedroom by then, and Jungkook puts you down on his bed. He takes his shirt off while you make yourself comfortable on the bed, and he throws the piece of clothing on the floor before climbing on the mattress. You immediately spread your legs for him, and he pushes your skirt up to reveal the black lacy thong you’re wearing.

It barely even hides anything, and he can already tell that you’re slowly soaking the fabric.

Jungkook doesn’t miss the way you’re eyeing his chest, lust and desire swirling in the depths of your gaze. Your eyes, glistening earlier, have turned darker, and he can’t help but admire you for it.

You’re beautiful. Beautiful in a savage, strong way that he can’t even describe. Maybe it’s your muscles, or that quiet confidence you carry yourself around with. Or maybe it’s just the way his body reacts to you - his lust for you is wild, feral, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jungkook bends down to kiss you, hand sliding to your wrist when you run your hand through his hair. He pulls your hand over your head, pressing it into the mattress right as you wrap your legs around his waist again. 

“Be nice and don’t touch me, mmh?” he tells you.

He doesn’t wait for your answer. He’s already sliding down between your legs, readying himself to finally get the taste of you that he’s been craving. And there’s something sinful about your skirt, about your black lacy thong, so he decides to keep your clothes on, hooking one finger in your thong to pull it aside.

You’re gleaming with your slick juices, your pussy flushed red with arousal. Jungkook just knows you’ll feel divine on his dick, but first he wants to lap you up.

And so he does, leaning forward to push his tongue between your folds. Your taste is heady, inebriating, and he grunts as one of your hands shoots to his head as if you’re trying to push him closer.

“Nu-uh,” he tuts, kneeling between your legs. He grabs your hands, puts them over your head, and then says, “Don’t move.”

He doesn’t break eye contact as he slowly unbuckles his belt, and then takes it off. Doesn’t break eye contact as he ties you up with it, making sure to not make it tight enough to hurt, but still tight enough to restrain your motions. 

Your breath is ragged when he sits back on his heels, tilting his head to the side as he smirks. “Now, if you move again, I’ll tie you up to the bed too, m’kay?”

You flash a lustful smile. “Maybe I’d like that.”

It turns him on far too much, his dick rock hard in his pants. He rubs himself, watches with manly contentment as you look down at him and bite at your bottom lip.

“Careful, baby,” he says. “If you’re too much of a brat, you’re not getting anything tonight.”

“As if you can resist me.”

He can’t. He knows he can’t, so he abstains from replying, instead choosing to make you regret your words. Indeed, he goes back to your pussy, pushing your underwear aside once more to blow a breath on your clit that makes you squirm slightly. He loves it, loves everything about how your body responds to his. Even more so as he dives in, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it lightly. You moan, somehow shy, and he looks up at you to see your jaw as your head is thrown back.

But you’re obeying, hands gripping at the pillow over your head, and Jungkook knows he’s got you right where he wants you to be. So he unleashes himself, feasts on you until your moans grow louder, his name intertwined with your pleasure. His dick hurts in his pants from lack of stimulation, and he starts palming himself as he eats you out, as your juices cover his chin.

Circles after circles around your clit lead to it growing sensitive, flushed with so much arousal he knows you’re teetering close to your orgasm. But he won’t give in yet, won’t let you come even though he thinks the sight will entrance him, will make him worship you like a goddess.

So instead, Jungkook pulls away, blowing another breath on your clit as you whine.

“Fuck, why’d you stop?” you complain.

He smirks, waiting for you to look down at him. 

“You think I’m just going to let you come like this?”

You clench your jaw, chest going up and down rapidly as if you’ve just sprinted down the street. “You’re a little shit, aren’t you?”

He bends down, bites at your clit lightly yet it makes you cry out in pleasure, and your hands shoot to his head. 

“What did I say about touching me?” he warns.

“Jungkook…”

“Hands up, baby,” he tells you, kneeling between your legs. “I think we have to tie you to the bed.”

You obey, yet Jungkook resists from restraining your movements further. Hell, he might want to edge you, but he also wants you to be a brat, to tell him how much you want it.

So he kisses you wild instead, lets you taste yourself on his lips as his hand lets go of your wrists where he’s pinned them over your head again. He trails his way down your side, lifting your shirt so that he can graze the skin of your stomach lightly, and you let out a breathy sound that he thinks might have been his name.

“What?” he asks.

“Touch me,” you say, eyes fluttering open to meet his. 

Your gaze is sex-crazed, a clear indication that he indeed denied you an orgasm, and Jungkook sits back on his heels. 

“Where?”

“Are you always like this?” you ask.

He nods. “Only with pretty girls like you.”

He doesn’t think you like the mention of other girls - he’s been with plenty of them, but evidently that’s not something you’d want to hear. So he decides to stop teasing, to finally let you ride the wave of your climax.

If only so that you stop looking disappointed. And so Jungkook brings his hand between your thighs, collecting your juices on two fingers before slipping them inside of you. 

You’re tight. Or maybe your walls just fight against him for a moment, relaxing the second he starts rubbing on your velvety spot. Your hips raise from the bed, your back arching as you moan loudly.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you cry out.

“Feels good?”

“Yes.” You wet your lips, gaze meeting his. “Eat me out at the same time?”

He tilts his head to the side, the predator and you its prey. “Why should I?”

“I’ll suck your dick after.”

His dick twitches in his pants at your crude words, but Jungkook ignores it. “What makes you think I want that?”

“The fact that -” Your words are interrupted by a loud moan, your walls momentarily clenching around his fingers as he pushes them in and out of you quickly, his thumb rubbing on your clit. “That you came down my throat last time.”

He bends down to whisper against your lips. “Open your mouth, baby.”

You look like you want to fight him, but he knows you’re nearing your high. Indeed, your gaze has lost its focus, your cheeks are flushed red, and your breathing is ragged, so much so that he wonders if he should give you a break before fucking you.

When your lips part, Jungkook doesn’t hesitate before he spits in your mouth. You moan in answer, your walls fluttering on his digits.

“Fuck,” you curse. “I’m so close.”

He knows it. He knows it, because you’re growing impossibly tighter, and your eyes are screwed shut now, your eyebrows almost touching. So he gives in to your earlier desire, going back between your legs to wrap his lips around your clit.

He only has to suck on it once, teasing it with his tongue, for you to crash into your high, and you moan as you come, your walls pulsing on his fingers. You taste divine, like the ambrosia of the gods, and Jungkook laps you up, guides you through your orgasm. And it lasts a while, wave after wave after wave crashing into you until your thighs are shaking, instinctively closing around his head.

Only then does Jungkook pull away, looking down at your ruined panties as he slips his fingers out of you.

“Holy shit,” you let out, and the breathy laugh that follows makes Jungkook pause, eyes widening as he looks at you.

“Yeah?”

You nod. “Fuck. Yeah. That was…”

He toys on his piercing, everything in him waiting for the praise. But it doesn’t come, and his dick hurts in his pants, and all he wants is to bury himself deep in your hot wetness. So he moves away enough to remove his pants, and then he fists his cock, stroking himself as he waits for you to look at him. When you do so, he slowly takes off your underwear, never breaking eye contact, before kneeling between your legs again. 

“You think you can take me now?” he asks.

You look down at him, and your hands reach for him. As much as he wants you to touch him, he thinks he’s already close - if you were to suck him or jerk him off right now, he reckons he might come on the spot. So, once again, Jungkook pushes your hands over your head, but this time, he holds them in place before gently nudging your clit with the tip of his cock.

“Can you?” he asks.

“Can I?”

You sound confused, which he assumes might be because you’re fucked out from coming hard. So he kisses you once, pushing his tongue in your mouth lightly before he pulls away.

“Can I fuck you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you purr, and he loves that the brat is back.

Even more so as he rubs his dick between your folds, collecting your juices.

“You’re dripping wet, baby,” he says. “You always get this wet?”

You meet his gaze, biting at your lower lip. “What if I do?”

He starts pushing in, and you surprisingly hold onto the defiance, your smirk never fading. His, on the other hand, melts as he feels you for the first time, and you’re even better than anything he could have imagined.

“Then,” he lets out, pushing in inch by inch. He pulls back out for a second, and then pushes in again. “I better fuck you good until all you want is my dick, mmh?”

“Please.”

It’s the begging. It unravels the last of his restraint, and Jungkook pushes all the way in, grunting as he hits your cervix. He pulls out slightly as he surveys your features, aware that he might have hurt you, but you don’t look like you care.

No, your hips lift from the bed, trying to meet his, and so he starts pushing in and out, slowly at first if only to make sure you’re adjusted to his size. And when you moan his name for what might be the hundredth time but feels like the first, Jungkook increases his pace, increases the strength of his thrust until his headboard is banging into the wall.

He takes you in, takes the sight of you as you mewl from your pleasure, your walls sucking him in so good he thinks he sees stars. You’re heaven personified, his own nirvana, at least for the time that he’s fucking you.

Everything else fades away - his life, his fame, the NDA you signed that’s still on the counter. All there is is you and him, and the way that your bodies move like one. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt this way while having sex. Hell, he reckons twenty years from now, he’ll still be thinking about this moment while he’s fisting his cock.

But for now, Jungkook tries to focus on the present. Tries to focus on the way you respond to his every motion, your walls clenching around him. His balls grow tight, a knot forming in his lower back as he tries not to come. It’s hard, but he manages to refrain from coming by slowing down, establishing a deeper rhythm that makes your eyes flutter open.

“I really want to touch you a bit,” you whisper.

It’s not said out of lust. There’s something else in your eyes, and Jungkook wonders if you feel like he does.

If you, too, will be thinking back on this moment twenty years down the line.

“Let me…” he trails off as he stops moving, and then he unties your wrists. 

Your arms immediately wrap around him, holding him close, and Jungkook likes it. Likes the way you lightly trace his back with your nails, and he winces as you slightly dig into his shoulders as he starts fucking you again.

“No marks,” he reminds you.

You whine, yet it morphs into a moan as he starts pounding into you again. His balls are tight, heavy, and he knows he’ll have to let himself go soon, yet he wants the moment to last just a little longer. Maybe that’s why he pulls out, flipping you on your belly. Why he takes a moment to massage your ass cheeks as you glance at him over your shoulder. Your hair is a mess, but it’s beautiful, in such a simple, feminine way that it stabs Jungkook in the chest.

Or that might be the way you’re looking at him - it’s hard to tell, and Jungkook decides to chase the vulnerability away by pushing inside of you, up until he feels your ass against him. And then he’s fucking you again, relentlessly, sweat dripping from his forehead. It falls on you, but you don’t look like you mind, and though it’s burning his eyes, he doesn’t care either.

All he cares about is the way is dick grows infinitely hard, and soon his motions grow sloppy. He focuses for a time, tries to hold it in, but then you say, “You’re so good, Jungkook”, and the praise sends him over the edge.

Jungkook slams all the way in, holding your waist tightly, and he comes deep inside of you, painting your insides white as your pussy clenches around him. He sees stars - galaxies and nebulas - and his body folds on itself until he’s got his forehead pressed to the side of your face. He thinks he might have moaned your name, moaned a silent prayer to your beauty, and the orgasm washes through him, erasing everything until he’s just a blank canvas.

It takes a long time for him to come down from his high. For his breathing to return to normal, for his blood to stop singing the song of you. Meanwhile, you’re just breathing in sync with him, your hand on his cheek - when did it get there? - as your thumb strokes idle lines on the side of his face. It’s intimate, and oh too vulnerable considering that you’re a fan, so Jungkook straightens, finally pulling out.

He watches his cum dripping out of you, the sight nearly enough to make him go feral again, but he takes a deep breath, reminding himself that, as much as he wants you, you’re still just a fan.

He’s never going to date you, is he?

But he can’t deny the attraction, or the way your body answers to his perfectly. So when you get ready to leave, later, Jungkook pulls you into a short embrace, kissing you slow as your hands rest flat on his chest. And then he pulls away so that he can meet your gaze as you look up at him.

His heart feels warm - he thinks his whole chest might slowly be catching fire. So, even though you’re just a fan, even though you probably shouldn’t, he whispers, “Can I see you again next week?”

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hope you guys enjoyed this... horny chapter haha jungkook finally got what he wanted with her... but he already wants more hehe let me know what you think of this chapter!

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[spacesodaa]

Hi there! I saw that you accept requests! So, I was thinking about Wriothesley having a special person who is basically a sunshine, who loves nature, seeing the sky, singing and basically being a darling, but who has experienced very traumatic situations. But despite this they don't lose their innocence and warm smile.

I would love to read something like that.

Thank you, and take care!

Helooo, this sounds absolutely adorable! I will do my best!

Sorry if this took a bit long, I hope you like it ^^

Wriothesley x Reader - Brighter Than The Sun

Characters: Wriothesley, Reader

Summary: Reader is a little sunshine and Wrio is down BAD

Warning: unadulterated fluff bro

A/N: I posted this without text by mistake lmao

Wriothesley sighed heavily as he read the same sentence for the third time. He had been on the same stack of papers for about an hour with scarce results. He couldn't seem to focus and the more he willed the clock to go faster the slower the hands seemed to move. Tea break felt ages away.

He let his head fall into the desk with a thick thud and groaned in frustration. What was this? The fourth break he took? Today there seemed to be no way to get his work done.

Oh how he wished he could hear you sing, maybe it would reset his brain. Unfortunately for him you had gone out to the court of fontaine to run some errands, his valiant attempts to keep you glued to him in bed proved to be futile.

Sometimes he struggled to believe you were real and right at his side. You always had a soft smile on your face, eyes shining. To him your eyes weren't the only part of you that shone, in fact he saw all of you as a star. You went about your day shining with the force of a thousand suns, comforting whoever was around you simply with your reassuring presence. The first time he had experienced this quality of yours was also the first time he had met you. He was having a bad day and he was this close to punching whoever rubbed him the wrong way first, you on the other hand were happily chatting with a friend of yours at the reception desk. You didn't belong there, instead having come to visit said friend at her new job. Hell he wouldn't believe you belonged in the fortress even if he saw you commit a crime with his own eyes.

The receptionist had gone in fight or flight mode as soon as she had seen him, stammering a greeting. You turned and met his gaze, following with a polite greeting and that warm smile of yours. There wasn't any fear in your shiny eyes, nor pity for him being there for that matter. Your relaxed demeanor intrigued him, he was used to people feeling tense around him, yet you didn't seem to be. You then asked him about the fortress, roping him into a conversation he didn't think he needed. He realized at the end of it, that he was much calmer than before and even though the conversation was one he had had many times, he felt refreshed.

Later he had summoned the courage to ask the receptionist about you and the rest became history. He still looked back fondly to that day, as he did with every memory he had of you. There was this warmth about you and everything you did, he simply couldn't get enough of it. It wasn't surprising he had fallen head over heels for you. You had accepted every part of him without question, even the darkest corners, so much so, that your light had made those corners a little less daunting. What had surprised him though, was that you yourself had dark corners. He struggled to believe someone who shone so brightly as you did, had such big of a baggage to carry around.

Later he had witnessed when your light dimmed as you cried in his arms about the same reoccurring nightmare, about all the blood you had seen spilled, about the fear you had faced. Yet even if dimmed, you never stopped shining.

A knock at the door made him almost jump out of his chair. He was so engrossed in the details of your radiant face in his mind that he had gotten distracted. Wriothesley sighed yet again. He figured he couldn't get more distracted than this at that point so he answered.

"Come in" he absentmindedly ordered the stack of papers on his desk, swearing to himself he would get to them at some point.

What he hadn't expected, was for you to show up into his office, at least not at this hour.

"Wriooo" you sang cheerfully as you skipped towards his desk with your hands behind your back.

"Welcome back, I wasn't expecting you to be back so early" he got up from his chair, maybe a little too eagery, pulling an amused chuckle out of you.

"I finished all my commissions" you said "missed me?"

"Of course I did" he admitted and pulled you in for a hug. You responded right away, burying your head in his sculpted chest. When his muscles were at rest he made a damn good pillow and you loved it.

"I brought you something!" You beamed, letting him go briefly to hand hin a small green bag "I hope you don't have this one yet"

"Thank you darling" he took the bag from your hands and pressed a kiss to your cheek, followed by one on your lips. You hummed contently in response.

"Well, lucky for you I don't have this tea yet. I've actually wanted to order this for some time" Wriothesley studied the tea bag intently "how about an early tea break? I want to try this with you" he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.

"Absolutely, I've also brought pastries!" You gestured to a colorful paper bag you had left by the door when entering.

"Oh how lost I would be without you" the duke said in a rather dramatic tone.

"I bet" you poked at his nose, grinning.

Your light was almost blinding. Nonetheless he would still keep staring at his sun even if it blinded him.

[why-say]

Timothée x reader imagine

Warnings: over stimulation

word count: 695

Y’all there was no motivation for this i’m so sorry LMAO.

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You were losing your mind. It had been a couple of days since your fight with Timothee. You could barely remember what it was about due to the state you were in, but you could remember him leaving your apartment angry and entering his own just next door.

It had been hell living with him next door before you were together and you had a burning crush on him, but it was even worse fighting with him just next door. You could hear every little thing he did and it made you want to rush over there.

Right now you couldn’t focus on the sounds you were hearing because all you could feel was your burning skin. Sometimes you would have days where all you wanted to do was fuck and Timothée was always there to help.

With him so close but unavailable, it was torture.

You had woken up early because of how you felt and six orgasms later you still felt like your skin was on fire.

You were moaning and writing on your bed, one hand rubbing your clit, sneaking fingers into your cunt and the other pulling and tugging on your nipples.

You felt like you were on the edge and there was nothing to get you over. You reached for your thickest toy and began shoving it inside you when you heard your bedroom door open.

Surprisingly it was Timothée.

“Oh- erm…i’m sorry i heard you through my wall and i thought i’d check you were okay…” Timothée shuffled on his feet. “Do you want me to go?”

You could barely hear him over the blood thrumming in your ears. He had a soft blush on his cheeks and tried to avoid looking at you in your state but you could see the tent pitching in his pants. He starts to back out of your room, leaving you and you can’t help but cry out.

“Wait! wait wait wait, please don’t leave i need-“ you clam up before you can finish your sentence but Timothée knows exactly what you were going to say.

“I need-”

“Shh, I know what you need, baby.”

He walks over to you slowly.

“Please… I need you…I need you inside me.”

You keep pumping the toy inside your cunt until Timothée grabs your hand, making you pause.

He slips the toy out of you and tosses it to the side. Your pussy clenches over nothing and you let out a small whine. You hated the empty feeling inside you.

Timothée is quick to rectify that as she shoves three thick fingers into your dripping cunt.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay.” He murmurs.

That’s all it takes to make you cum. Timothées fingers were heaven and he knew exactly what to do to help you. But you both knew it wasn’t enough. You needed a lot more.

He pulled his fingers from you and moved so fast you barely notice, though you would never notice anything in this state. He was on top of you, clothes gone and his fist was pumping his hard cock.

He parts your legs and pushes himself inside you. Usually he would take his time but he knew you couldn’t wait another minute.

“Please please please-“

Your begging is cut off as Timothée grabs the back of your neck, lifting you to his mouth and plants a wet kiss on your lips. His other hands slips under your ass and pulls your hips to his cock.

You let out a sharp moan that he swallows down with his kiss.

Timothée was thrusting himself inside you in a way that you had missed. You felt right. It felt like he was trying to show you through his movements how much he missed you.

You had already felt like you needed to explode before but with the emotions rising in you you couldn’t help but feel the tears well in the corners of your eyes.

Before they can spill over, your body lets go and you cum for what feels like the millionth time that day.

Timothée notices but keeps going. His stamina unmatched.

You know it’s going to be a long night.

[inkyquince]

I'm too eepy so I'll go into detail later but fucking...

Content warning, oh god. Blood, lots of blood. Gortash being a nasty. Dark urge reader. Lots of talk about overpowering the dark urge sexually but it's very consensual, just power play. Rough kissing and sex and impact play and stabbing but that's seen as a sexy foreplay. It's also kinda absatatvg and bad lmao, I wrote this at 5am in bed after I woke up and I'm gonna go back to sleep in three seconds.

Fucking Gortash being a freak. Adoring the blood when Dark Urge bites into his neck, hard enough for their teeth to leave marks, scars that have been whittled into his skin over time. Loves the way they kiss him afterwards- if it could be called a kiss. Their mouth soaked in his blood, pressing their tongue into his mouth and he lets them drag the tip over his teeth. Do they doubt that he would bite down on it, or do they not care if he did tried to inflict the pain? Or worse, would they welcome it, and any semblance of restraint would peel away? With his pride holding him back, he'd let them do ungodly things to him, this creature born of murder under the killing moon.

He's thought of them, wearing the same fineries of the nobles that flock around him every day, and his stomach tightens. Dressed up, their hands stained with blood, a true beast among the quivering herd of people with riches sewn into their clothes. Gortash thinks of them in satin and lace and in blood.

But the only thing better than to kneel to this child of Bhaal, is to make them twitch.

Roughly cupping their face, even as they bare they teeth, just to press his lips to theirs, even has they hiss and spit. Gortash thinks of submitting to them as an act of love fondness but him overpowering them is his own act of worship.

They have their cultists to kiss their feet as they deserved the steps to their fathers temple, they have a butler to bequeath them gifts, but he'll be the only one that holds their attention. Their temple resting on his knee, even if he has to bruise their throat in his harsh grip to push them down.

Gortash needs to overpower them, but not in the usual way of needing a brat to become subservient to him, with a kick to their gut. No, he needs to wrestle them down, and show them he's the victor. He'll be dripping blood, a dagger stuck in his side, but he'll win, and they'd feel that their true place is under him, with his hard cock pressing against their side, as he mouths at their neck, uncaring about any who'd stumble upon them.

Ever since returning, his life has felt plastic, serene, sterilised. The Urge, his Urge, reminds him of the Hells, of sulphur staining his skin and blood on his tongue where he had nearly bitten through it as the jailer beats him and mocks him. He hates it. But on the Bhaalspawn, the humiliation of his flashbacks become an aphrodisiac, and he greedily drinks it all in.

So he fucks them against marble floors and prestigious paintings and expensive cloth, as they bite him and scratch him and spill both of their blood. They could ram a dagger through his side and he'd still grip their chin to force them to meet his lips.

The days he spends over powering them, gripping their wrists down as they sink their teeth into his fragile skin, will one day give way to when they stretch out against his sheets, drowsiness settling in, and they stay. Maybe because they don't care about their vulnerability at that moment, or maybe because there's a semblance of trust between them, where he wears a collar of their bites, and they roll over and show their belly for him.

Either way, what bliss.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

It's all good! I never expected to get a quick answer, as I sent so many questions and kind of knew you'd probably have to think about some of them. I was going to comment directly on the post, but character limit caught me, ugh.

I don't know why but I can imagine most angels kind of being a bit bitchy, so I totally understand Neil! I'd probably do the same lol I hope Andrew at some point just starts buying clothes for Neil, like Andrew one day just shows up with one bag in hand and just gives it to him, no justification whatsoever. But… if it's the clothes Neil died in, do they have blood? Or did they get magically cleaned? How physical is he when he's walking around invisible? Does he have to constantly dodge people when walking around? (That sounds so fucking annoying, I constantly have to do that myself) If somebody spilled sauce in whatever place he's supposed to be currently occupying, would he end up full of sauce? Do his clothes ever get dirty? I'm just envisioning him walking to a laundromat to put them to wash, and just hanging out invisible and shirtless while he's waiting for it to be done.

I'm dying to know what Incident you're talking about! I'm like "feeed me moreeee".

Aaahh, was the part "Unless there are any other semi-invisible people in it." in the last wip post a reference to Kevin's guardian angel?? Is it someone we know? Also also, is there somebody extra in the team (since they couldn't recruit Neil)?

I'm glad to help! I'm glad I can contribute a bit to the story, it makes me happy. I definitely get the blurry weeks too, even months tbh. I haven't been much better, but I'm alright. The best I can possibly be atm. Unfortunately I'm not familiar with Webkinz, I didn't play that many games as a child. I had a Nintendo DS, tho. I miss my Super Mario Bros :') Anyway, just try to take one day at a time, you know? <3

Aw. I hate character limits so much. D: Like, come on man. Let me yap! But anywho. I'll be yapping under the cut! :) <3

You’re absolutely right about the other angels. Like, “Uh… this kid looks insane and also he’s talking to his charge? That’s… not allowed. We are not messing with him. No thank you.” 

Also omg that would be really cute. Andrew just throwing a plastic bag in Neil's lap and sitting down beside him. Neil just: What’s this? | Andrew: I'm tired of looking at that hoodie so I got you one that's not ripped all to hell.

Neil’s clothes aren’t bloody, thankfully. (Oh my god. Can you imagine the night Andrew met Neil if he’d been covered with dried blood? That would’ve gone so differently. And badly. :’)) But no. His clothes had been miracled clean. Like, when he ‘woke up’ to the bright light, he was clean.

Neil doesn’t generally get out of the way. If a human walks through him, that’s their business. (They will experience a sudden chill, but Neil doesn’t know that he has that effect. And he doesn’t care. Lol.) 

Ooh. That’s interesting. So let’s see… If, for example, Neil were sitting in the dining hall with Andrew and the monsters— invisibly of course— and someone spilled something on him… I think I’ve gotta say it would just… get all over him.

And Neil would accidentally pop into Andrew-mode because the shock of suddenly being doused with soda or soup or whatever would have him ‘letting go of the button’. Andrew would likely get choked, Neil might have to do this invisible heimlich maneuver… It would be… Not good. Hilarious, but not good. 

So that’s why Neil typically chills on the roof whenever Andrew isn’t Traveling. Less of a chance to majorly fuck up if he’s not around all the humans. :)

Yes, Neil’s clothes sometimes feel dirty to him. He’s since learned to magic them clean. :) A lot of trial and error on his part. Luckily he doesn’t have to strip naked and wash his clothes in the dorm’s laundry room. Lmao. Naked angel vibing in the corner. Gkldjglk 

Ahhh, I can’t tell you yet. TWT I’m sorry…

Also! Not really. Andrew was mainly just being a smart ass! :) He likes to do that. (We do know Kevy's angel.)

As for the team. No. Janie is still there, but otherwise they haven’t got any other new players. See, Kevin had picked out this striker for them to go see. Out in some tiny town in Arizona. But before they could fly out to see him play, his coach called Wymack to say he’d up and transferred suddenly with only a month left before graduation. Didn’t say where he was moving to or why he was leaving. Kevin was devastated that they’d lost this kid because he could tell he had potential. :((

<33333 I hope things get better soon for all of us. Also, Webkinz is a virtual pet game and I love it dearly. :) I have a couple of pets named Andreil and Kandrew on it right now. Haha. 

Thanks for always being so lovely! <333 I love you dude!! <3

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Thank you for the tag @madame-fear (Amira my dear <3)

According to this my 2024 is a PROBLEM lmao but with my music choices this was inevitable! That was fun as hell tho had me crackin up.

January: Neffex - Rumors

They say she's too hot they say she's too cold Where she came from nobody really knows They say she looks young but say she acts old From everything I've heard she gets out of control And all the boys say she was sent from the heavens But I'm not too sure that this girl is a blessing She's got the devils eyes and they'll cut you like a weapon She's stuck in my mind like a bad obsession Got bad intentions

February: A Midsky Surrender - Kiss me thru the Phone (Screamo Cover)

Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue Girl, you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you But I can't right now So, baby, kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone)

March: Corpse & Bring me the Horizon - Code Mistake

My mind is a moshpit, think I might've lost it Starting to believe there's only one way I can stop this If pain is beauty, I'm a guillotine, yeah You bring the match, I'll bring the kerosene

April: Thousand Below - Carry the Weight

Are you following along, do you get me? Stay away, though don't forget me Wondering if they even notice Me washing away like the ocean Left on the shoreline Can't do this alone But really I don't think I'm worth the time Tell me that you promise you'll just get away. I won't drag you down all at the cost of me

May: Bad Omens - Death of Peace of Mind

I miss the way you say my name The way you bend, the way you break Your makeup running down your face The way you fuck, the way you taste

June: Issues- Drink about it

Drown in my cup, chasing the hurt Down on my luck, I'm on the verge Blood on your cuffs, I got the key But you'd rather lie to me Oh, oh, why you do that? There's a million other things that you're good at Singing, "oh, oh, " 'fore I spill it I'll let your brain run wild for a minute

July: Caskets - Lose Myself

You say i’m the monster in your fairytale And I didn’t save you when you called for help I’m fighting for my life while you drag my reputation Through the dirt until the very end I don’t wanna lose myself, lose myself I don’t wanna lose myself, lose myself

August: I Prevail - There's Fear in Letting Go

 push myself a little closer to the edge So intoxicated with the end Those who wish me dead, yeah Made me who I am, yeah Until you lose it all, you will never know That you can't have what you want from me I can't be everything you need The path is yours to take or leave Until you lose it all There's fear in letting go

September: Machine Gun Kelly (Feat YungBlud & Bert McCraken) - Bodybag

I'm not mad, I just want us to be better It feels right when we're together, okay (oh) I'm not mad, I just cover up my temper You're supposed to love me better, baby So put me in a body bag

October: Slipknot - Custer

These days, I never seem to get enough I'm tired of this shit, I want to go home Don't waste my fucking time Don't waste my fucking time Because anything exceptional Gets crushed by common people With jealousy and ignorance And all that common evils This planet isn't special Collections made of clay I'm waiting for the punishment I know is on my way

November: Sleep Token - Take me Back to Eden

My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire

December: Catch your Breath - Shame on Me

Tell me how I'm breaking down And you're just fine If I close my eyes I can see the home you built Inside my mind And I let it Come to life Let it set down roots Where there was once a spine Shame on me

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shuffle your on repeat playlist and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

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January: Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths

Haven't had a dream in a long time See, the life I've had Can make a good man bad

February: My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love mine, all mine Nothing in the world is mine for free But my love mine, all mine, all mine

March: Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all I thought I'd uncovered your secrets, but turns out there's more You adored me before Oh, my good looking boy

April: the last great american dynasty by Taylor Swift

They say she was seen on occasion Pacing the rocks, staring out at the midnight sea And in a feud with her neighbor She stole his dog and dyed it key lime green 50 years is a long time Holiday House sat quietly on that beach Free of women with madness, their men and bad habits And then it was bought by me

May: One Of The Girls by The Weeknd

Lock me up and throw away the key He knows how to get the best out of me I'm no fools for the world to see Trade my whole life just to be

June: Johanna by Suki Waterhouse

Who am I? Who am I? Couldn't tell ya, couldn't tell ya Who am I? Who am I? Couldn't tell ya, couldn't tell ya I was feeling love, being used Now I'm so confused, so confused Electric lights, lucky strikes We danced all night and then I looked in your eyes And said Johanna, Johanna Only want ya 'cause I can't have ya

July: Hypnotic by Zella Day

You do it to me so well Hypnotic taking over me Make me feel like someone else You got me talking in my sleep I don't wanna come back down I don't wanna touch the ground Pacific Ocean, dug so deep Hypnotic taking over me Hypnotic taking over me

August: Is It Over Now? by Taylor Swift

And did you think I didn't see you? There were flashing lights At least I had the decency To keep my nights out of sight Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs And my whispered sighs Oh, Lord, I think about Jumping off of very tall somethings Just to see you come running And say the one thing I've been wanting But no

September: Ainda Gosto Dela by Skank

Eu ainda gosto dela Mas ela já não gosta tanto assim A porta ainda está aberta Mas da janela já não entra luz E eu ainda penso nela

October: Liquid Smooth by Mitsk

I'm liquid smooth, come touch me, too And feel my skin is plump and full of life I'm in my prime I'm liquid smooth, come touch me, too I'm at my highest peak, I'm ripe About to fall, capture me

November: Bloodletting by Concrete Blonde

They used to dance in the garden In the middle of the night Dancin' out in the garden In the middle of the night Oh, you were a vampire and I may never see the light Oh, you were a vampire and I may never see the light

December: IN MY MOUTH by Black Dresses

I don't feel like I can be anything more than this (I've gotta...) I don't really want to be anything more than this (I've gotta...) I just wanna be whatever you want me to be (I've gotta...) I don't wanna have a soul (I've gotta...)

alright my year will be sad and horny.

Tagging: @shirebarbie @wordbunch @sotwk @harknessshi @madame-fear @arraxesfire @morpheusbaby3

[imtooscaredforthis]

Hello !! I was wondering if you could possibly write a a hc for both Ghostie, Wraith, Trickster, Joey and Frank being super protective of their S/O who is being pushed around during a trial by David. Like David is just pushing their shoulder and belittling them. >~< sorry for being annoying or anything

Okay, I know I responded super late, but I’m doing this so here we go lmao

Mentions of: Bullying, Harassment, Gore, Murder, Survivors being unrealistically mean but it’s ok, etc.

Unedited so don’t be mean

Killers Protecting Their S/O

The Wraith:

It’s the fifth time you’ve messed up the generator, and David’s clearly had enough. You couldn’t help it, due to your anxiety. It’s early in your trial, and you haven’t even seen a killer yet, but every time you try to work, you somehow manage to mess up, your hands slipping and twisting the wrong gear, or messing up the wires.

“Would ya just stop? Clearly, you’re not being useful here. Maybe you’d do some good on a hook or something.” He snapped, making you flinch and apologize yet again.

You’re just about to leave when you hear it. That snarl, you can recognize it anywhere. It’s The Wraith, or how you know him, Phillip.

Knowing how protective he can be, you prayed he didn’t hear your conversation from earlier. But then, you hear that familiar bell, and you know he did.

It all happens so fast. One moment, David’s moving to run, the next, Phillip’s shoving the teeth of Azrov’s Skull through his mouth, impaling him. Blood spills from his lips and you feel like you’re watching a car crash, no matter how much you want to, you can’t look away.

He drops David’s now lifeless body to the ground, before walking up to you and cupping your cheek with his cold, bloody hands. He caressed your cheek for a moment before stepping away, ringing his bell yet again, and disappearing.

You knew he would spend more time with you, but you understood why he had to go. He had a job to do, and so do you.

The Ghostface:

When you’re in Trials with Ghostface, he always has specific rules. While a part of it is because of your relationship, the other is because he knows he can control you. You belong to him, and he belongs to you.

And one of those things includes when you can unhook your teammates. For the past ten minutes, you’ve been sitting here, working on the gen, while Danny leaned against a brick wall, watching you.

You’re growing antsy, and he knows it. He loves it. Bill’s already been sacrificed, Ace is injured, and Meg is stuck on hook.

By now, it’ll only be a couple of minutes before she’s on second hook, and you know she’s going to pissed when you go save her.

Danny’s still taunting you, knowing every time he moves, every time he says something, you flinch and look over, ready to go. Finally, he speaks, releasing all your tension.

“Since you’ve been such a doll, I’ll let you go with a thirty second head start. Better get running, sweetheart.”

With that, you take off, sprinting over to Meg and unhooking her. “What the hell took you so long? I could’ve been sacrificed by now. Can’t you do anything right?”

You knew you deserved that, you would be pissed to. But at least you got her. You could’ve just let her die on that hook. And thankfully, you managed to get her just seconds before she reached the second stage. So she didn’t have to be so harsh about it.

“Sorry, Jeez.” You muttered under your breath, following after her as she limped off.

The feeling of a gloved hand on your shoulder makes you jump, but not a noise slips from your lips. You expect to feel a knife plunging into your back, or your stomach or chest. But there’s nothing.

Instead, he walks past you, putting a finger to the gaping hole of his mouth, gesturing for you to keep quiet. You nod, watching as he slowly steps up behind her and stabs her in the side, feeling some satisfaction at the sight.

Fuck her. She deserved that.

The Trickster:

After being thrown from trial to trial by the entity, you’re exhausted. You just want to rest, but you can’t, because you’re stuck in another one. Hopefully it’ll be the last.

You can feel your eyelids drooping and your arms growing heavy, and….suddenly the generator explodes, sending sparks everywhere, and making you jump awake.

“That’s the second time! The killer’s definitely going to find us now!” Feng Hisses angrily.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m just really tired and I-”

“I don’t care! That’s not how this works. It doesn’t matter how tired or hurt you are. We have to survive, and you just have to suck it up.” She tells you, and you know it’s true, despite how you feel like you’re about to collapse at any given moment.

“I hope the killer gets you first.” She seethes, and it seems like her wish has come true, because the next thing you know, your heart rate is picking up, and the adrenaline is starting to pump in your veins.

You can’t help the way your body begins to tremble, and the tears that fall down your cheeks. This is so embarrassing. Hopefully, whoever it is, they’ll be quick with it.

You didn’t expect to hear a voice. Especially not one so beautiful or familiar, recognizing it almost immediately. “What’s wrong starlight? Why are you crying when we haven’t even had our fun yet?”

“I- It’s nothing- I just- I’m so tired- and I keep on messing up- and Feng got mad at me and…” You trailed on as you sobbed softly, unsure why you were now venting to your popstar murderer boyfriend.

Grabbing your chin, he tilted your face upwards, wiping your tears away with his thumb. He pressed that same thumb to your lip, shushing you. His fingers reeked of blood, but you didn’t mind it.

“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll deal with it. Go on and play with your little machines, and soon, I’ll come back to make you cry in…other ways.” He giggles, giving you a small wink and kiss on the cheek, letting you go and running off, pulling out his bat.

Only minutes after he was gone you heard Feng’s screams, and cries of pain.

Legion’s Joey:

“What the hell Nea? Why’d you have to lead him over to me?” You snap at her angrily, finding her at the generator, after you had been saved from the hook and patched up.

Even though it was Joey and you knew he wouldn’t go as hard on you, you were still pissed off. The moment she saw you, she went straight towards you with the killer hot on her heels.

And it wasn’t like Joey was going to just let you go. He has a job to do, both of you knew that. Plus, no one else knew about your relationship, and you couldn’t risk having them find out.

So, after muttering a small apology, he put you onto the hook, as gently as he could.

“You’re fine now, I don’t get what the big deal is.” Nea replies, rolling her eyes. “The big deal is you could’ve stuck your neck out for me and helped me and your other teammates by keeping him on you while we worked on generators.”

“And why would I do that? It’s not like you would return the favor. You barley do shit around here.” She remarks.

“You know what? Fuck this. I’m not dealing with this shit.” You stormed off, going to find another generator. Little did you know, Joey saw everything.

You’re halfway done working on the generator when your heartbeat starts to pick up again, and you’re pissed off, knowing exactly who’s causing the killer to be so close.

Right when you’re about to rip Nea a new one, you turn around to see Joey stabbing her in the back, jamming his knife into her back as hard as he can, causing her to let out a shrill scream. She drops to the ground, and blood is splattered everywhere. All over him, and you, and you grin, mumbling a small, “Thank you.”

Legion’s Frank:

“Just stop it, will you? I can handle this myself.” Yun-Jin tells you, smacking your hands away after you accidentally pushed too hard on her wounds while you were fixing her up.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, moving away from her. She rolled her eyes, wrapping her stomach with the bandages, murmuring about how she always has to do things herself.

“Just stay away from me, alright? You’re useless enough as it is, the last thing I need is you to get me killed.” She growls, brushing off the dirt and mud on her skirt and getting to her feet.

“Fine.” You mutter, walking away from her, and flipping her off when her back is turn. You don’t even notice that Frank’s there until you hear him laugh at your actions.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll deal with her for you. You better start working on those generators though, if you wanna get hatch.” He tells you, and you can practically hear the smugness in his voice.

You can’t help but smirk at him as you continue to walk off and search for a gen. “Whatever.”

[inkykeiji]

i don’t know where, but she sends me there

character: todoroki touya | dabi

genre: smut + fluff

notes: aaaaah okay this piece is actually based off of a dream i had in july (lmao)!! this fic is set within my touya-nii au, after the christmas series has taken place. as always, please heed the warnings and stay safe! | title cred: good vibrations by the beach boys

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, stepcest, toxic relationship, extreme codependency, very clingy + needy, mentions of yakuza related activity (torture and drugs), minimal prep, marking (biting, scratching, bruising), blood, size difference, a hint of overstimulation, somnophilia (kinda; reader gives him permission), dacryphilia, a bit of choking, a hint of dumbification, degradation, praise, infantilization

words: 5k

synopsis:

And then he’s practically running to you, nearly tripping over his own ankles and stubbing his own toes on the hardwood in his haste to reach you—and you’re crawling, scrambling, to the edge of the bed to meet him, heart-shattering half-whimpers of his honorific spilling from your lips, broken and jagged, not even able to exhale the full word, hiccups cutting you off each and every time, as he falls to his knees in front of you.

The stench of dirt and blood, grime and death, saturates his skin, clinging to him in a fine layer of filth, stinging your nose as you throw your arms around his neck. But you don’t care, inhaling all of the decay and destruction and letting it fill your chest, your lungs, your heart—because as revolting as it is, it’s him.

It’s him, and he’s here. With you. Finally.

Touya can still smell it—smell him—on his clothes, on his skin, in his hair. It’s all he can smell, every time he breathes, sharp intakes of air mimicking, echoing, the screams of the kid; an eighteen-year-old who had been bold enough, brave enough, stupid enough to steal from the Shigarakis. And not just something small, no, but four pounds of pure cocaine.  

Senseless, reckless, thoughtless kid.

He isn’t usually one to sympathize, isn’t usually one to feel anything negative at all when he kills—enjoys it sometimes, even—but this one had been…different. He doesn’t know how, he doesn’t know why, and he doesn’t want to ruminate on it, deathly afraid of the answers he might find, burrowed away deep in his soul.

But Touya was pissed at the kid, too—not for stealing, of course, the Shigarakis have more money than they know what to do with, and four pounds is measly, moot, compared to the cocaine kingdom they rule—but for wasting his fucking time; for making them chase his dumb ass and kidnap his twin sister as bait, and for forcing them to torture him until he revealed the hiding location of the stolen product—boss’ orders, of course. Torture first, then kill. As always.

But the idiot was surprisingly resilient, managing to withstand torture most people wouldn’t, all for the sake of his family, he had said, when spewing sob story after sob story, each one grating on Touya’s nerves more than the last, taking the thief a full nineteen fucking hours before he finally gave in, gave up.

Touya’s almost positive it was more torturous for him than it was for anyone else. Because, thanks to the dumb kid’s unrelenting stubbornness, he is now coming home a full twenty-four hours later than he promised you he would.

And that, well, that is absolute fucking hell.

It’s just past noon when he finally returns to the flat. You appear to be in some sort of trance, coiled in a small ball on your shared bed, eyes glassy and bloodshot as you stare unblinkingly into nothingness—as if sleeping with your eyes open, almost—clutching some stupid stuffed animal to your chest, thumb rhythmically petting its head. It’s cheap, and old, something he had won for you the last time the circus had been in town, but you cherished it dearly—so much so that it has begun to fall apart, uneven patches of fur matted and missing, limbs limp and sagging, tiny clouds of white stuffing seeping through worn stitching.

And yet, you loved it all the same.

Distress is evident on your face; puffy cheeks stained with streaks of dried salt that has crusted to your flesh, features tense and twisted, screwed up in worry, in anxiety, in need, and crumpled so tightly they form creases in your skin. His hoodie—worn and faded and much too big—is wound around your body, engulfing you entirely, cocooning you in his scent, and your phone lies only a few inches from your bowed head, facing upwards, waiting, waiting, waiting.

Something sharp cracks in his chest, vicious in its suddenness, and he curls in on himself, a palm reflexively pressed to his sternum in an ill attempt to quell the throbbing twinge it’s left in its wake.

He wasn’t supposed to be gone this long. He’s never supposed to be gone this long. Forty-eight hours—that’s the most he’s ever had to leave you alone in the flat, that’s the most he’s ever been able to handle. But something had come up, something he couldn’t tell you, something he couldn’t wiggle his way out of, resulting in his prolonged absence for an additional twenty-four hours.

It was fucking terrible. It was the worst ache either of you had ever felt; a pain so deep, so heavy, it was nearly suffocating; and yet, hollow and void, as if something vital had been stolen.  

And he swears he nearly went mad, having spent that extra day away from you with parasitic notions worming their way through the tissues of his brain, burrowing within the folds and gnawing away at his sanity, filling his mind with thoughts about how small and incapable you are when it comes to taking care of yourself without his guiding supervision; how he knows you haven’t slept more than a handful of hours since he left—he knows, because he hasn’t, either, no longer able to sleep without the other’s presence close.

He’s barely made a sound, was sure to take extra care when he kicked his crimson splattered boots off at the front door, kept his footsteps light—all in an effort not to disturb you, in case you were napping.

Yet despite this, you rouse moments before he even steps foot in your shared bedroom, before he’s even finished pushing the ajar door open, like you have a sixth sense, a penchant for detecting his presence almost immediately, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, suddenly awake, alert, now that he’s here.

And then he’s practically running to you, nearly tripping over his own ankles and stubbing his own toes on the hardwood in his haste to reach you—and you’re crawling, scrambling, to the edge of the bed to meet him, heart-shattering half-whimpers of his honorific spilling from your lips, broken and jagged, not even able to exhale the full word, hiccups cutting you off each and every time, as he falls to his knees in front of you.

The stench of dirt and blood, grime and death, saturates his skin, clinging to him in a fine layer of filth, stinging your nose as you throw your arms around his neck. But you don’t care, inhaling all of the decay and destruction and letting it fill your chest, your lungs, your heart—because as revolting as it is, it’s him.

It’s him, and he’s here. With you. Finally.

Fingers curl in his soiled t-shirt, knotting firmly in the material as you try to pull yourself closer, desperate with desire. He has to shower, he tells you gently, in that soothing lilt that only reveals itself in the comfort of your homey flat, when he’s sure the world outside the crystal windows won’t hear, when he’s alone with you.

Your head shakes, face smushed against his chest, mumbling incoherent refusals as you clutch him tighter, tugging on the thin cotton. A hushed chuckle vibrates in his chest, sending little sparks shooting through your veins, and you snuggle into him.

Touya sighs, large hands running up and down your back in rhythmic motions. “Niichan can’t just stand around dirty and disgusting all day, though, can he?”

No, you suppose he can’t. But still—

“Don’t want you to leave again.”

He pauses, body gone rigid—he would never, you know that now, don’t you?—your own form beginning to shake and quiver as the surprise of his return wears off, cracked sniffles catching in your chest and soaking into his, flooding his veins with potent remorse, limbs gone limp as they melt in the raging fire you never fail to strike to life in his chest, oozing into yours and becoming one again, right again, perfect again.

His voice is hoarse when he speaks, straining under the weight of culpability and reproach, clearing his throat roughly.

“I know, princess. But niichan feels icky. It’ll only be for a second, I promise—” he begins to pull away, your arms tightening their grip, a fond little laugh escaping his lips as he allows you to tug him back with no resistance. “Though niichan can’t shower with you hanging onto him like a little koala,”

“Why not?”

The question is uttered plainly, simply, as if you truly don’t understand why that’s inconvenient, why that’s impractical. Maybe in your dreamy state, with your brain gone dazed and dumb with yearning, with craving, you can’t. He sighs out his nose, huffing out another chuckle, and shakes his head.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he’s murmuring, voice void of derision as knuckles stroke your head. “You know that?”

“Mhmm,” you’re nodding, a little belatedly now that fatigue is beginning to settle into your bones again, now that you can relax, now that he’s really, truly, actually here.

Strong arms heft you up, cradling you to his chest, soft flesh and hard muscle vibrating with a low coo as your legs lock around his waist, clingy and covetous, before carrying you towards the en-suite.

“Can we take a bath?” you mumble into the skin of his neck, lips forming a half-hearted kiss at the end of your sentence.

Touya glances warily at the gleaming jacuzzi nestled in the corner. “But showers are so much quicker—”

“Please, niichan?”

That’s all it takes this time, not even necessitating your precious puppy-dog eyes or your prettiest pout; only one simple please, and you’ve gotten exactly what you wanted, settling into the steaming water, bubbles and all.

The water turns from crystal to pink, tarnishing the white bubbles as he cleans the blood from his body—always someone else’s, never his own. It should disgust you, probably, as you watch faded scarlet droplets streak his body—his neck and face and arms—that delicately curl into wisps of nothing after they rejoin the water, blossoming into grotesque roses for a moment, like a second life, of sorts, before dying their ultimate death.

Yes, it should disgust you, most likely, to be lounging in a tub full of water tainted by dead, dried blood, water infused with what used to flow through another person’s veins, with what used to keep someone living and breathing, vibrant and vital.

It should. But it doesn’t.

It doesn’t, because he’s here with you, softly humming some bouncy tune—something by The Beach Boys, you’re almost positive—as he lathers soap along the smooth planes of his body, sapphire eyes flicking up to catch yours, a little grin materializing on his lips.

But he doesn’t permit you to enjoy the show for long, because before you know it he’s stepping from the tub, shagging a towel through ivory strands then wrapping it haphazardly around his waist. A patronizing little smirk decorates his lips as he catches your disappointed pout, shaking his head a little as he stalks towards you, pulling you from the waters warm embrace in one swift movement and sheathing you in the fluffiest pink towel.

You’re so tired you can barely stand, swaying between his strong arms as he pats you down delicately, speaking to you in that supercilious voice he uses when he’s delegating. But your ears only catch certain words, hearing stifled with sleep.

“...Okay?...Niichan will...and then...favourite nighty...”

“No,” you sulk with a lethargic shake of your head, unable to keep the whine from leaking into your tone. “Don’wanna,”

“What do you mean, you don’t want to?” and although there’s a frown on his face and a furrow in his brow, his voice is gentle, laced with the purest adoration, eyes shining with so much love it’s nearly suffocating.

“No nighty,” you say. “Your shirt,”

Blowing a sigh out his mouth, Touya levels you with an unimpressed look, large hands wrapped around your biceps keeping you still as he leans back, assessing you. “Baby,” he begins, and you try to keep your features from souring—he’s using his Scolding Tone. “Niichan spoils you with all of these beautiful, expensive, sexy nightgowns, and you can’t even be bothered to wear them for him? Would rather wear one of his ratty old t-shirts instead? How’s that supposed to make him feel, when his baby is so ungrateful?”

He’s right. You know he’s right. He buys you the most stunning and luxurious pieces of sleepwear, so pretty they’re almost pieces of art in their own right, so pretty you’re not sure you ever want to sleep in them, because as lavish as they are, they’re nothing compared to your niichan’s shirts and sweaters, soft and cozy and doused with him—his scent; expensive cologne and hickory campfire and spicy marlboros, his presence; warm and comforting and protective.

“I just—I like your stuff,” you mumble through your pout with a halfhearted shrug, and he smirks.

“That’s sweet, princess,” he throws the words over his shoulder as he walks towards the bedroom, dismissive and indifferent, as if you’re nothing more than a child with an opinion that doesn’t hold any weight, before instructing that you stay put, alright?

In the end, he wins—because he always wins—slipping the sweetest silk babydoll over your naked body, dusty rose and trimmed with glittering lace, before carrying you back to bed.

It’s only four thirty in the afternoon, but Touya tucks you into your shared bed anyway, seeking solace in the arms of one another, safe and secure in your own precious universe conjured up under the protection of your fluffy blankets.

The idea had been to sleep—you need sleep, you both need sleep—but apparently, that isn’t what you want.

“Want you inside me,” you’re murmuring out in a whine, wiggling against him mere moments after you’ve been cocooned in the blankets, incessant squirming resulting in your dainty little nightgown bunching around your waist.

Admittedly, he’s surprised—you do? Even in your exhausted state, with your lids so heavy, so weighted you can barely lift them more than a sliver, with your words slurred together and stuffed full of heavy sleep, bleeding into each other and flowing fluidly as one past your lips, you still want him?

Another little whine—urgent, eager, desperate—claws it’s way up your throat, acting as confirmation, accompanied by the lazy lolling of your head, a poor imitation of a nod.

And, well, who is he to deny his princess?

It starts slow. Or, at least, he tries to start slow, tries to keep in mind how tired his poor little baby is, body so saturated with fatigue that you can barely move, flopping like a rag doll and pliable in his large, calloused hands as he rearranges you, folds and twists and molds you into exactly how he wants, just as he always has, just as he always does, just as he always will.

Just as you’ll always let him. What a good, good girl he’s got himself.

“So obedient,” he’s murmuring as rough palms run across the supple skin of your thigh, almost as if he’s in awe. “Eager to please her niichan even in her sleep, huh,”

Yes, yes, you’re nodding your head with pathetic little sounds spilling from your throat, full of urgency, little hands groping around in the dark.

Knees bump against your chest as he forces you into a curled ball on your side, hands pressing and pushing at your legs, up and up and up until they reveal your cunt to him. A precious whimper pries it’s way past your lips and he hushes you, two fingers prodding at your tiny, fluttering hole.

“Please niichan,” you’re mumbling into the pillow, viscous strings of drool that coat your lips and connect them to the cushion glittering in the faint sunlight spilling through the windows as they move. “Please, cock, please,”

He growls, delivers a light slap with the back of his hand to the bare flesh of your ass, but you merely mewl, hips pushing down towards him, yearning pathetically.

Always so impatient, his little slut, he’s nearly panting out as he pushes into you, a sharp hiss sucked between your clenched teeth as your flesh yields to him, ripping and stretching and tearing, procuring tiny fissures of stinging pain.

But it’s welcomed, because it’s familiar, because it’s him, a satisfied sigh of contentment slipping past your lips as he bottoms out, little hole already pulsing around him as it adjusts, as if it’s trying to suck him in further, deeper, better.

A heaved sigh escapes his lips, too, all of the tension and stress and trepidation sagging from his body as he finds solace in yours, flowing out of his mouth, floating on the deep breath exhaled.

Because you—you feel like home; you feel like salvation, his own personal paradise, always ready to welcome him back, to soothe his injuries and silence his mind, a heaven better than any God could ever create.

Hips pressed flush against your ass, he stills, cockhead snug against your cervix, and revels in the way your cute little cunt throbs, in the way your hips wiggle and push downwards, in the way pathetic mewls of his honorific pry past your lips, garbled and thick with spit, bleary eyes blinking up at him with desperate want, with urgent desire.

He thinks about making you work for it, beg for it, but he doesn’t have the patience tonight.

No, tonight, he needs you just as desperately, just as urgently, craves you cumming on his cock just as badly as you do.

Drawing his hips back slowly, he pulls nearly all the way out, waits until that telltale, bratty whine of ‘niichan!’ is huffed past your lips—always accompanied with those knitted brows and scrunched up nose—and slams back into you.

It’s so sudden, so rough it has your tired eyes springing open, paired with a sharp gasp that scrapes against your throat.

And he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow at all after that, delivering thrust after relentless thrust at a pace so quick the headboard doesn’t knock or bang against the wall, it trembles and quivers, vibrates and shivers, such a tempo causing the entire frame to move so fast it feels like it’s shuddering.

But he barely even notices, not with the way you’re positively sobbing beneath him, throat filled with half coughed out honorifics, words shredded to pieces before they can fully reach your tongue, slashed clean in half by each piston of his hips.

Even in such a state, he’s so fucking beautiful, ivory tufts with still-damp tips painted gold by the sharply saturated rays of the waning winter sun, beams of sunshine collecting in his irises as he stares at you, glittering sapphire searing into your face, his gaze leaving an indescribable scorching across your skin.

And you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to properly express the myriad of feelings he inspires—not through words, nor through actions—because his stare alone has your heart absolutely bursting, imbued with the sapphire fire blazing in his eyes, a flame that keeps the voracious creature in your chest warm and alive, with its razor teeth and sharp claws and insatiable desire, that devours everything in its path, greedy and selfish and always craving more.

That flame is more than warm—it’s scalding, so hot it stings your lungs with each ragged intake of stammered breath. It’s nearly painful, this all-consuming love, forged from obsession and infatuation, from desperate need and disgusting want; a ruthless blaze that feeds on your kerosene-drenched organs, flaring higher and higher as it’s passed between the two of you, imbued in your messy spit and breathless words.

He’s all you can see, your vision tinged with fierce azure as it glows over your body in the dusky light, dewdrops of sweat embellishing his temples, desperately clinging to half-dry clumps of alabaster. He’s all you can hear, his voice swathing your body in the sweetest silk, lulling you like the sweetest lullaby despite the tone, the words, sentiments fractured with the sweetest moans. He’s all you can feel, smell, think; a goddamn infection rotting your brain and filling your veins and eroding your heart, and you love it, you love it, you love it.

It’s all so much, all so fast, a raging inferno building in your tummy, flames of pure sapphire licking up your throat and tickling the back of your tongue, spreading through your veins and incinerating your blood, charring your muscles and bubbling your skin until it’s engulfed you in its fiery embrace, until everything finally shatters and melts and fuses again, his honorific escaping your throat as nothing more but huffs of smoke, cute cunt clenching around his cock with such force it sends thorns shooting through your abdomen and down your thighs.

He chokes on a curse as violent tremors course through your folded form, whole body quivering beneath him as your chest heaves with half-gasps of his name, embellished with tears and spit, sweet little cunt throbbing with each sob that stutters down your spine.

But he doesn’t slow his pace, not even for a second, each slam of his cock knocking another mutilated cry from your chest, each one a perfect mosaic his honorific, cracked with tears and welded by moans, each one a precious piece of artwork he’s fucked out of you.

And it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard, he’s positive of it.  

It’s sick and perverse and so fucking hot, the way you weep his name like he’s your Goddamn saviour, saliva staining the ivory sheets as tears seep past your clenched eyes, lashes spiked and spidery as they catch and consume them.

It’s sick and perverse and so fucking breathtaking, how gorgeous you look with those salt-stained cheeks and that glistening gaze, staring up at him through that hazy mist that seems to be enveloping you, enticing you, deeper and deeper and deeper with each snap of his hips.

But you’re clinging to him, nails gnawing the prettiest periwinkle bites into his smooth skin, begging him to protect you from it, to not allow it to engulf you just yet, pried open eyes desperately resisting the caress of sleep, all in an effort to to catch one more glimpse of him.

A long tongue unfurls from his mouth, slick and sticky and shining in the dim sunlight, leaning down to lap, rough and ravenous, at the tears adorning your cheeks, laving over your entire face. He absolutely devours them, swallows them down to hold safe and sacred in the pit of his belly and the depths of his heart, protected by hard muscle and guarded by a cage of bone.

Each swipe of his pubic bone against your clit sends sparks of electricity buzzing through your veins, procuring rhythmic ripples of tremors through your form, gentle quivers forcing chills to skitter across your flesh. It hurts, every ram of his cockhead against your cervix, inducing a dull ache in the pit of your stomach, each thrust sharper than the last.

 “Such a good girl,” he spits through gritted teeth, tail end of the sentence disintegrating on his harsh exhale. “Niichan’s good, good girl, taking his cock so well,”

And despite the fact that sleep is clawing at your mind and pain is clutching at your body, your chest can’t help but swell with the praise, babbling out mangled words of thanks, words too tangled with sobs to be legible.

Sweet breath grazes your face, gentle and gauzy despite his harsh movements, remnants of the rough pants he exhales in time with every pound into you. Your tongue writhes from between your chapped lips and laps lazily at the air, desperate to savour every last bit of him.

Everything’s getting hazy now, vision wavering with water and casting him a blur of sapphire and ivory. Unconscious begins to drain your muscles, arms going lax around his shoulders, wrists draped across the back of his neck, saturated with his sweat and tickled by tufts of damp hair.

Stubbornly, you blink drowsiness from your eyes, forcing it to roll down your cheeks in glistening pairs—tiny crystals that leave the faintest trail of shimmer in their wake.

And, honestly, it’s a marvel how—regardless of your exhaustion—you still manage to paw and claw at him, to pull and cling to him, needing him closer, needing his chest pressed against your hip, his mouth on yours, his tongue down your throat.

Little fingers feast on the flesh of his shoulders as you lick and nip and suck, tongue painting strokes of shimmering saliva along the column of his throat, spit collecting in the dips of his collarbone as your lips stamp brilliant blooms of blue across his smooth skin. Sharp incisors sink into his neck suddenly, his cock twitching as your teeth tug the most glorious sounds from deep within his chest.

Another bite strangles a moan from his throat, the noise tapering off into a rancorous growl as a large hand finds your throat, lithe fingers collaring your neck and pushing, dislodging your teeth from his flesh in an instant and forcing your head back on the mattress.

It’s absolutely crushing, the weight of his hand on your windpipe, vision wavering as he dives forward and mashes his lips to yours, sucking your bottom lip between gleaming teeth and clasping down until you scream—nothing more than pitiful little squeaks and squeals, really, remnants of sounds that escaped his murderous palm—until metal floods his mouth and stains his tongue and coats his teeth, crimson smile shimmering in the setting sun.

And it’s good, it’s so good, you’re so good, little cunt fluttering around his cock and he laughs, breathless and stuttered, because God, you’re such a perfect little whore for him, such a pretty little girl for him, with blood smeared across your chin and tears streaking your cheeks and sweat saturating your hair.

“So fucking needy for you niichan, aren’t you?” The words waft across your face, hot and sticky, panted out in time with his vicious thrusts. “Stupid baby can’t do anything without her niichan, can she? Can’t even think without her big brother, huh?”

No, you’re shaking your head in agreement. No, no, no, no, no, you can’t, you need him, always, you need—

“Fill me,” the request is gasped out, words fighting to break through your incessant, incoherent chattering of affirmation. “Please, niichan, please, please,”

And it sounds as if you might start wailing, shining eyes beseeching him as your nails embed themselves in his flesh, fingers flexing with the sheer craving, eyes sweeping across his face in a manner that’s almost rabid.

“Please, need your cum, need it in me, all of it Touya-nii, need you to fill my belly with it, f-fill my brain with it, everywhere, everywhere, please, I—I—”

A vicious growl, a confirmation, rattles his ribs, and you swear you can feel it vibrating through his body—coursing through his veins and eating through his bones until it enters you, brutal as your body absorbs the aftershocks. His hips gain speed, thrusts turned absolutely ruthless as he pounds into you, so hard it has your entire body jostling up the mattress, sheets bunched beneath your curled up form, sharp hipbones carving the prettiest splotches of navy and violet into the plush flesh of your ass.

You’re still begging, you’re sure of it, can feel the pleads vibrating in the recesses of your chest, but it all sounds muffled to you, indistinct pitched wails, white noise cut clean in two with a fractured moan of your name as his hips still and his cock throbs, and throbs, and throbs, filling you to the brim with burning, thick cum.

And, oh, it’s so good, it’s fucking heavenly, being stuffed full of his cum, of him, so much so that you can feel it oozing past his cock and dribbling out of you, coating your ass and his balls.

It takes him a moment to pull out, collapsing on your worn body instead, and part of you wishes he never would, legs wound around his waist and locked at the ankles, heels digging into the dips cushioning the base of his spine.

Because one time isn’t enough, one taste isn’t enough; because it never is.

“Use me,” the jumbled words leak out from your mouth, half soaked up by your pillow. “Use me however you wanna, niichan. S’okay,”

He pulls back then, azure eyes assessing your profile, slow and careful as they sweep across your features, pausing for a moment before a brilliant smile splits his face.

Because, God, he loves you. He loves you so fucking much; so fucking much that it’s stifling, a poisonous gas that bleeds from his heart, pumped out with each beat, and fills the cavity of his chest, so much, so much, so much, until it feels as if his ribs are going to splinter, until it crawls up his throat and sinks into his stomach, until it infects his brain and invaded his veins, whole body set ablaze by his love for you.

Precious, delicate, needy thing that you are, you pass out only a few moments after he acknowledges your permission, a hushed affirmative and a gentle sleep, princess, pressed against your temple.

And you’re his greatest creation, he swears to the good Lord himself; you’re his most cherished possession, he’s absolutely sure of it, as he molds and models you, shapes and sculpts you into exactly what he wants, exactly what he needs, perfect body yielding to his every whim and wish.

It’s astonishing, how you manage to obey him, how you manage to stay asleep throughout his ravishing, only slipping from unconsciousness’ iron grip to whimper out affirmations of love.

Because he fucks you until he’s sheathed in a sheen layer of sweat, droplets of salt kissing his lips and catching in his lashes, hands and hips so slippery it’s hard to get a solid grasp on your abused body.

He fucks you until his muscles disintegrate into nothing, until his skin is red and raw and wrecked, arms trembling and hips twitching with each weak rut against you.

He fucks you until you’re a whole galaxy of him, swirling blotches of grey and navy and violet stamped across your skin, millions of periwinkle moons gouged into your flesh, ribbons of red supernovas twined around your body.

And as sleep begins to seep into his skull, into his brain and blood and bones, he’s sure there’s no greater heaven he could be sent to—no greater nirvana, arcadia, utopia—than the one he’s sent to by you, safe and secure in your shared flat, sleeping soundly against his neck, stuffed full and sopping with his cum.

There’s nothing like it, the place you take him to; his own sacred afterlife, forged from your love, your sex, your ardour. There’s nothing better than it, a space that is completely indescribable, entirely undefinable, absolutely undestroyable.

It’s you and him; always, forever, eternal.

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Pairing(s): Karlnap x Reader, Karl x Reader, Sapnap x Reader, Sapnap x Karl

Warning(s): umm cursing, blood mention, very mild violence, a whole lotta angst B)

A/N: Feast upon this beautiful karlnap content lmao. I had this doc just sitting there, half finished cause I forgot about it. And I just saw it again yesterday and was like.. huh, why didn't I ever finish this? and then proceeded to take the next 20 minutes and finish it. So yeah, hope you enjoy! Not sure how proud of this I am but oh well🤷

“Guys stop-” Your eyes shifted between the two in front of you. They were almost unrecognizable.

What happened to them? What happened to your boys?

They continued to shout at one another, venom spewing from their lips. Burning one another till they were nothing but hollow bones. And when the damage was done, when there was no more venom left, the overwhelming feeling of rage bubbled up inside them, threatening to spill over. The urge to make each other hurt. It didn’t matter how but they were going to make each other feel exactly what they felt.

And unfortunately for Karl, Sapnap was a fighter. His rage manifested in the form of his fist colliding with Karl’s cheek.

“Guys stop!” You shouted, finally stepping in directly to try and break up the fight. It was a mess of limbs and blood.

Karl knew he couldn’t win a fight with Sapnap, so he decided his best course of action was to flee.

He only got so far before Sapnap was tugging him back by his collar, arm poised to strike Karl’s face once more.

Though that was far from the case.

It fell silent.

The air couldn’t be described as anything less than was tense as the boys stared at you, unable to move.

You propped yourself up on your elbow, hand raising to tenderly feel your cheek.

Sapnap was at a loss for words, chest heaving, heart ready to beat out of his chest as he looked between you and Karl.

You slowly and shakily rose to your feet, taking in a breath and collecting yourself as best you could.

It hurt.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t. Taking a punch from one of the best warriors on the server would hurt anyone like hell.

But you were high on the adrenaline coursing through your veins, too high to pay any mind to the blooming bruise on your cheek and the blood pooling in your mouth. Instead all you felt was rage. Almost as if the boy’s anger had transferred to you.

“Y/-”

“Enough! I’ve had fucking enough of this! I’ve had enough of the both of you!” You shouted, effectively cutting Sapnap off.

“I can’t do this anymore! I’m tired. Okay, Sap? I’m tired. I can’t take any more of your fighting. I can’t stand being the peacemaker anymore! I can’t! I can’t take running the entire fucking kingdom by myself while you and Karl run off to do god knows what! I can’t stand seeing you two look at each other like that anymore! What the fuck happened? Actually- wait, I don’t care anymore. I’m passed caring for whatever stupid little feud you have going on!” You threw your hands up in frustration, letting out a humorless laugh.

“You know… I can’t even bear to look at you anymore. Both of you. And I just-” you let out a sigh, shrugging as you looked at the two, dead on. “I really fucking wish we’ve never met.”

“Y/N- We’re sor-” Sapnap took a step forward.

“You’re sorry?” you scoffed, “You’re sorry? Stay the fuck away from me if all you can say after this is I’m sorry.”

“Well what am I supposed to say?! None of this even involved you! Nobody was asking you to stick your nose in other people’s business!” He shouted back, feeling his anger get the better of him.

Beside the two of you, Karl was at a loss for words. His thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute but he couldn’t open his mouth. Open your mouth. Say something. Open your fucking mouth Karl!

“Well fucking excuse me for caring about you! Excuse me for caring about my fucking fiances!” You felt your anger reaching nearer and nearer to its tipping point.

“Oh my god I’m so over this shit! It’s always my fault, isn’t it!? I can't run the kingdom. I’m always ‘running off’. I’m always the one ‘starting fights’. You think you’re sick of it? I’m sick of you always nagging me about stupid shit and telling me what I can and can’t do!” You could feel the heat radiating from him. He took a step closer and you faltered, taking a step back.

However, you finally reached your tipping point. And with fuckall holding you back, you finally released the venom you were holding back.

“Well if you’re so fucking over it, then why don’t you leave already!? Why do you still stick around? If my nagging really bothers you that much then why aren’t you already gone!?”

“I don’t know if you forgot princess, but this isn’t really your kingdom. Never was. So if anyone here should leave, it’s you.” He took another step forwards, now chest to chest with you.

“I wonder how I would have forgotten that. Hmm, maybe it’s because while you were off picking fights, I was running the whole kingdom by myself. Picking up the slack that you dropped! So excuse me for thinking it wasn’t your kingdom anymore.” You spat, staring him down with your unwavering anger.

“I’m fucking over this. You know what? Just take all your shit and get out of my kingdom. I want you gone by sunrise. And don’t even fucking think of ever coming back here. You’re officially exiled from Kinoko Kingdom.” He growled, shoving past you harshly, and stomping away.

“Good luck trying to run the kingdom without me! I’m sure it’ll be in shambles within hours!” You shouted after him, before finally turning your attention to Karl.

He was still stood there in disbelief. His eyes slowly met yours, surprised by the tears pooling in them.

“Well I hope you’re fucking happy Karl. I hope you and Sapnap live happily ever fucking after and that Kinoko isn’t burnt to the ground in the next few days. Good fucking luck.” You snapped before leaving to gather your things and get as far away from the stupid kingdom as possible.

“Y/N.. Sapnap…” Karl muttered as he watched the two of you march away. He lingered for a bit before making up his mind and heading to his library.

“I can fix this.”

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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: The harbingers dealing with a kiddo but it's actually a funny sight.

𝐅𝐭.: Pierro & Capitano (on crack, a bit ooc)

A/N: These headcanons can adapt to a more general context, but some parts will be about things I specified in THIS post about a project I'm working on, check it out if you’re interested, or curious about this "curse" I'm speaking of. 👀 + omg gotta split this cause I’m having too much fun and it’s long bye.

𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Alright, big scary old man.

 Ngl he gives me a bit of Silco vibes, for those who watched Arcane. Stoic outside, soft inside. I can see him as someone who doesn’t bat an eye even at chaotic situations, mostly because no one dares disobey him or anything like that, a glare of his and everything goes quiet.

Not you apparently. Lmao F in chat for this guy who has to deal with you.

No well, the curse won’t start eroding for a few years, so 4-11 y/o you will be a typical curious but quiet kid for the time being. Though it doesn’t mean you won’t stir up trouble. You know they can’t lay a finger on you, so you just do whatever you want and expect them to follow around without complain. Even the great Jester.

He spends most of his time behind a desk, despite being the strongest, hence you don’t really seek his boring office out unless there’s something you need or want to ask.

He’s not even pissed when you rant while he’s doing paperwork, he’ll entertain a full ass conversation without lifting his eyes or stopping the movements of his hand. He’s that patient. And wise too, he’s seen so much in his life prob.

You usually stay with him when something upset you. Whether you need advice or just someone who will listen until you’re done, he’s here -mostly because he can’t outright kick you out, but also cause he doesn’t mind. 

If someone is foolish enough to do you wrong he won't uh, slaughter them, but rather make a mental note to check their nominative later and confront them peacefully.

Aka tower over them with his usual glacial aura and let them know they're walking on thin ice.

Not big on physical contact, just a couple of headpats if you do something right. Carries you to bed when you fall asleep somewhere in his office.

Will lend you some books if you’re getting bored, even help you with words you don’t know.

If you're gonna be a Harbinger (the main reason why the Tsaritsa took you in, for sure) you need to be cultured and an expert in different fields. Low-key makes it his mission to hone your already sharp mind. He feels like it's his duty, though no one ordered him to do so.

MIGHT spill some bedtime stories. Just expect a lot of violence and philosophical depth. Don't worry, he'll cut out/soften the most gruesome parts.

Overall understanding and willing to help. His advices are top notch cause he doesn't give you the solution, but rather teaches you how to reach it with the tools you have.

Give it some time to learn his indirect language and he'll go from "zero degrees cold" to "warm blanket around your shoulders during winter" warmth.

9/10 recommended grandpa.

𝐈𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧

This guy, what to say about this guy

From what Viktor says in his dialogue, I can picture him as a fair person.

Gives credit where’s due, treats well his subordinates. Calm, collected, serious. Kind of like Pierro, but I feel like he could be more vocal and less stoic. 

He’s strong. Duh. Of course. And busy as hell too, given his position as captain. 

So he’s never around because of it, not even when new recruits could use some of his experience. Childe says he doesn’t pay any attention to those who are weaker than him, so you’re even further out of reach.

Can’t see you. Literally, you’re too short.

You’ve probably seen him fight against people he deemed worthy and, yes it was breath-taking. 

He’s not someone who basks in his enemy’s blood, he’s someone who dances with them, keeps them on their toes and then cuts thru like a gust of wind. 

The Tsaritsa eventually asked him to train you a bit once you became old enough to handle weapons, and from what you could see -very little- he didn’t look content, nor bothered.

You, on the other hand, were happy. Until he showed you that no, just because you’re the Tsaritsa’s child he won’t go easy on you. 

It’s not that he’s extremely violent or anything, he does his best to calibrate his strength and follow you step by step, but his stamina is like a thousand times higher than yours and forgets about this most of the time. Will "look" at you confused when you lay on the ground, wheezing, after barely two hours of training.

Struggles a bit when it comes to explain a technique verbally, as he’s not used to fly low and overall teach, but you’re quick and observing his perfect poses and movements is enough to get the job done. 

As time goes by he’ll grow more comfortable in his teacher role. He’d have almost fun sparring with you, and would be secretly proud when he barely escapes one of your new, original moves. Gives you headpats too, but what you really cherish is when he reaches out after kicking your ass again and offers his hand to pull you up from the dirty floor. 

You’ve never seen him doing it with anyone he’s defeated. EVER. 

He’s more like a proud brother sob, that brother who pats your shoulder and sends you flying into the wall /hj

When the curse starts to hinder you physically but you still insist on fighting, he’ll either swoop your ass and threaten to call the Tsaritsa or literally drag all your way thru the HQ to your room.

Poor man is worried :( But when you start to discover the powers that come with this same curse he’ll help you out at the best of his expertise. 

Don’t ever tell him if someone’s pestering you.

Ever.

It won’t be a bloodbath, no. It’ll be EMBARRASSING.

He’s married to the idea that honour comes first and foremost, and he's willing to pull out his 25 slides long PowerPoint to prove how wrong the person's behaviour is.

Just make good use of his teaching and punch the guy's jaw till they can't speak.

Yeah.

Another harbinger you can't really see thru unless you've spent a long time in his company

Don't let his lack of perception kill you, cause he won't realise you're about to melt in your own sweat.

Incapable of being angry. Literally seems too level headed for it. Worst case scenario he'll give you the cold shoulder till he gets the opportunity to clean the floor with your face.

7/10 good brother figure

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[sevendeadlymorons]

If I can squeak in with a request, I would like to see the guys with a MC (I'm female but no specified gender feels more inclusive) who needs to be rescued from a situation - demons, mortal peril and for what situations would cause the brothers to go absolutely forking batshirt from Satan to Mammon. Claws out so to speak.

Yes, ma’am~

Brothers Reaction to MC Needing to be Saved From a Demon

WARNING: NSFW // Gore and Violence

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Lucifer

He’s pretty good with keeping his composure but there obviously can be times where all hell is let loose when he gets angry

Hearing you were in danger is one of those situations as he feels himself getting furious; 4 large dark wings ripping out of his back as he starts to transform and push his brothers aside to get to you as quick as possible

Rushes over as fast as he can to your location and jumps right into the scene, wasting no time as he begins to rip apart the demon who dare decided to lay their claws on you

Their limbs were torn off as you see a single arm lay bloody at your side, Lucifer quickly finishing them off and rushing towards you to inspect you then pull you into a terrified embrace

Stands there holding you for a while, thankful he got there in time

You unfortunately got a scolding as soon as you got home for wandering off though

Mammon

Mammon always has you on high alert. He’s the one who is at your side quickest when you’re in trouble

So hearing you were being attacked, he was quick to transform, fangs snarling and claws sharp as he rushes to your location

Hears you scream when he gets to your location and before you even saw him, he was at the helpless demons throat, ripping them to shreds like it was a hunk of meat

You sat there as you watched him destoy the demons body, his hands still trembling when he finishes and walks over to you to hold you tightly, scared shitless that he could’ve lost you

Honestly, the sad moment didn’t last very long as he grabs you by the shoulders and starts shaking you, asking you why you just disappeared on him like that

He regrets letting you see him like that but he’d do anything to keep you safe

Leviathan

He was a little timid but it wasn’t a lie when he says he’d do anything to keep you safe

So when he heard you were in danger, he rushed to where you were, panicking and with absolutely no plan in his mind, but he just knew he had to save you

Seeing you be handled by that demon caused something to snap in him as he transforms into his demon form and attacks the demon head on, wrapping his tail around their throat and pulling off their limbs one by one until they suffocate and bleed out right in front of you

Levi runs over to you, tripping over due to all the adrenaline rushing through him and tackles you into a tight hug, relieved that you’re safe

Sits with you for a while to control his breathing and comfort you from what just happened

He guides you home by the hand, hoping you don’t see him differently after watching him do that

Satan

He’s a terrifying and irrational demon when he’s angry, everybody knows that, so attacking someone he loves would be suicide

The house fell silent when Satan heard you were being attacked by an unknown demon and it wasn’t long before he created a path of destruction on his way to help you

Once the demon locked eyes with him, hand on your wrist and attempting to pull you away, it was all over as he lunges forwards, his claws pushing through their eye sockets, ripping their head in two as blood sprays everywhere

His fingers and face were covered in rich red blood as he turns to comfort you as best as he could in his deranged state

He pulls you in to his chest, stroking your hair and shushing you in an attempt to calm you down and himself down

On the walk home, he reminds you not to wander off again because shit like that happens

Asmodeus

Like Mammon, he was calm and protective of the people he loved, and it was rare for him to ever want to get his hands dirty

So after hearing about how you were in danger, it was surprising to his brothers when the atmosphere of the house completely changed when Asmo decided to seek you out and save you

Seeing the demon touch you inappropriately and try to take you away set him off as he pushed them down and thrusted his hand into their chest, quickly pulling out a still beating heart and crushing it in his hand

He turns around to hug you, his face covered in crimson blood as he rubs it onto your neck accidentally in the moment, his heart racing in his chest as he holds you closer

Checks you over, asking if you’re alright, then goes back to holding you

Complains about how messy he is on the way home

Beelzebub

Beel has always stayed calm and peaceful for your sake

But when he heard you’d been taken by a demon, all that tranquility and peace disappeared as he went on a rampage to find you, his demon form appearing swiftly

He wastes no time when he sees you being handled by the strange demon, running full speed at the demon and trapping them underneath him, sinking his teeth into their flesh and ripping it clean off the bone

You could only stare in shock as you watch the Avatar of Gluttony live up to his name, devouring the demon alive and leaving only bones in its place

He licks his lips clean when walking towards you, his face going back to its calm and sweet side as soon as he sees you unharmed

Carries you home bridal style, holding you tightly so nobody else can ever touch you again

Belphegor

It’s no mystery that he’s no stranger to murder, and at this point, the man would kill for you if one lousy demon even looked in your direction

Hearing you were being attacked by a demon woke him up immediately as his only mission in the moment was to save you and spill blood

It didn’t take long to find you and it took an even shorter time to take care of the demon as his hands wrapped around the helpless demons throat, squeezing the air out of them as his tail starts to effortlessly rip off their limbs and throw them behind him

Belphie continued to wreak damage to the demons body, ripping his claws through their chest like paper

Takes you in his arms as soon as he finishes, resting his head on your shoulder and covering your eyes from the brutal scene he’d just created

Takes you home as soon as he can; hoping you won’t hate him now for letting you see his ugly side

Part 2 is here

I fucking loved writing this. I used to be a gore writer back when I was younger so this was such a throwback for me lmao

[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax 

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

hc masterlist

[24hlevi]

Hello , could I please request headcanons for the jujutsu kaisen characters of your choice reacting to their s/o sacrificing themselves to defend them and getting hurt. Make it as angsty or fluffy as you like I trust your creativity.

you said i could make it as angsty or fluffy as i like so some are more angsty than others but there is a good amount of fluff

JJK Characters Reaction/Hcs To Their S/o Sacrificing Themselves + Getting Hurt To Protect Them

- to him it feels like junpei all over again when he sees your body fly backwards and hit the wall of the building

- immediately runs over to you and frantically asks if you’re okay

- when you end up passing out from the amount of pain, he freaks the hell out because he thinks you’re going to die soon

- he grabs you and hides you in a place where only he knows (and megumi in case of sukuna coming out and it going wrong) before going back to the fight

- if you thought he got angry about junpei, just you fucking wait

- he knows he has to go as fast as possible because your condition was very bad so that’s what he did

- he used the black flash so many times on the mf even megumi was like “:0”

- legit didn’t stop until he knew the curse was exorcised fully before he ran back to you

- he found you still leaned up against the wall and still unconscious which made the boy start to freak out again

- so he picked you up and started running to the nearest hospital to find someone to help you

- when he did make it to the doctor, they told him that it wasn’t likely that you would survive and his heart broke in half

- “they…won’t make it?”

- maki is the only one here that i believe wouldn’t freak out completely, at least not show it

- when she sees you jump in front of her to take the hit, she doesn’t know what to think 

- so many thoughts are running through her head that she doesn’t even know what to do either

- but after a few seconds she clears her head she quickly moves you out of the way, reassuring you that everything will be fine before she goes back to the fight 

- she would look calm on the outside and act like she wasn’t freaking out when on the inside she was

- she just couldn’t help but think that you were going to die, since the hit you took was pretty harsh and you were already unconscious so how could she not worry about you?

- when she finishes putting the mf in their place, she rushes over to you and checks if you’re okay, but the blood pouring out of you spoke otherwise

- now she was really starting to freak out, so she grabbed you and ran back to the school to shoko since you had been hit by a curse and she truthfully didn’t know where else to go

- usually she would train to get rid of her bad thoughts that would occur, but with you recovering slowly, she did the opposite and instead stayed by your side the whole time

- but when shoko came back and told maki terrible news that you weren’t going to make it, the teenage girl broke down for the first time 

- “i’m so sorry that i couldn’t protect you...”

- megumi was known for being the “emotionless” one of the group, but when you ran in front of him to block him from a bullet flying at him and got hit yourself, he flips his shit

- he stares at you with wide eyes when you collapse into his arms, not knowing what to do

- seeing your condition, the blood pouring out of your abdomen, and the way your eyes closed from exhaustion and pain was all it took for him to be filled with rage

- so he gives you to yuji and tells him to hide you somewhere so you couldn’t get more hurt before he unleashes hell on whoever hurt you

- won’t hesitate to use his domain expansion if he’s angry enough (which definitely happened) and go berserk 

- tries to go as fast as possible so he can get back to you sooner but is also making his opponent feel the most pain possible for hurting you

- when he does finish, he quickly has his dogs find you so he can then get you, starting to freak out now

- truthfully he has no idea what to do so he just starts running to wherever was the closest hospital, not even caring about the other students that were still fighting

- upon reaching the hospital, megumi doesn’t even realize that there are tears in his eyes, threatening to spill out 

- he stays in the hospital until you wake up, and when you do he comes inside with your convenience store foods and drinks, as well as flowers because he’s a sweetheart :((

- “i...thought i was going to lose you.”

- upon first realizing what happened, she scolds you for getting in the way and that you could have been hurt

- when she does realize you’ve been hurt…oh boy

- she gets so fucking angry, like never seen before angry

- before she attacks whatever hurt you, she drags you to a place where you wouldn’t get anymore hurt

- then when she goes back to the fight she goes berserk mode

- “you think you could hurt my s/o and get away with it? think again, asshole!”

- literally she won’t give a shit who or what hurt you because she will kill or exorcise it with no hesitation

- honestly her mind is just clouded with rage so yeah she definitely doesn’t give a shit 😭✋

- after she or the others successfully defeat said person or curse, she runs back over to you and starts freaking out at your condition

- “WHY DID YOU HAVE TO HELP ME? LOOK AT YOU!”

- “it’s nothing, nobara.”

- “YOU’RE BLEEDING, Y/N!”

- she does eventually calm down but is still worried about your condition when you have to go to the hospital because of it

- she won’t let you do that shit again LMAO

[alygatorwrites]

can I request a lil something? during the end of the manga or after the timeskip if you haven't read it yet, reiner still has feelings for historia and reader has one-sided feelings for him.

pieck gives reiner a small hint, saying he's wasting time while there's someone close to him that cares for him and points to you. he doesn't understand at first and maybe is conflicted about his feelings for you because of historia. reader is cool about it as she doesn't expect him to reciprocate her feelings.

a rollercoaster of emotions later, maybe there is a happy ending tho? i am curious to see what you can come up with 😭😭 i have dreaming of this scenario before bed and i can't help but get jealous of his crush on historia abjdsndks maybe you can help reiner reciprocate reader-chan's feelings or not

thank u so much aly 💖🥺

reciprocation

pairing: reiner braun x reader

a/n: OMG yesss! honestly, i was kinda annoyed at how reiner still had a crush on historia. i know that isayama wanted to show how everything went back to normal, but i was hoping that reiner would have a bigger role in the allied nations instead of being "dumbed down" to having an obsession with her. MAYBE THATS JUST THE JEALOUSY SPEAKING LMAO 😭 i was hoping this would be longer, although school has been killing me so im really sorry!! i hope its okay 💗💕 thank you honey!

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as reiner is handed historia’s letter, you fold your hands on the table and watch him without a word. when he reads the lines and smells the parchment - jean saying something snarky afterward - you say nothing.

you want reiner to be happy: you want to see him at ease like this more, face soft as the leaf of the page flits from his pinched fingers.

and so you let the man speak about historia like she’s a damn goddess, gushing over her handwriting, and keep your goddamn mouth shut. ignore your jealousy. your feelings.

the truth is, you’re in love with reiner.

you can’t even remember how it happened, but you can remember the first time you looked into those hazel eyes, and how you knew that they were going to stick with you for eternity.

you’ve come to accept his crush on the queen, though. reciprocation was never an option in your mind.

when jean begins to chew reiner out for lusting after a married woman, and reiner says something about jean being a horse, pieck’s gaze lands on you. “you’re rather quiet,” she says softly, resting her head on her palm.

you shrug, turning away from her. “i’m just tired.”

pieck catches your chin between her lithe fingers, and turns you to face her with a tiny smile. the young woman is very perceptive, and you’ve known her long enough. 

that’s when you notice the twinkle in her eye. she’s planning something.

pieck releases your jaw then, sitting up in her chair. “you’re wasting your time, reiner,” she says suddenly. “there’s already someone you know who cares for you.”

you pretend to not hear pieck - and definitely pretend you don’t see her faintly point at you through your peripheral. the movement of her fingers is barely there, but you catch it.

damn you, pieck.

the way you’re now pinned underneath armin, jean, connie, and reiner’s stares makes your stomach tie itself into knots with bubbling reluctance. shit, this is awkward. you want to run away.

still, you peer over to study reiner’s reaction. he looks confused at first, the contours of his face unreadable. you swear you see connie facepalm at the man’s cluelessness.

then reiner’s expression slowly changes: his eyes widen in awe, lips parting slightly, and brows knitting together. he seems genuinely surprised - and conflicted.

conflicted? why?

there’s no time to explain yourself though, because the door creaks open and annie steps in. her words fall on your deaf ears, and when everyone stands up to leave, you’re the first one out of the room. work beckons you as always.

two days pass.

you’ve been busy filling out tons of paperwork pertaining to the allied nations, so when you’re finally given a day off, you take it with open arms. 

freedom at last.

you lean against a bench outside of headquarters, enjoying the salty breeze that flutters along your skin. it’s dusk, the sky covered in a gradient of neon colors as the sun dips below the horizon.

you haven’t seen reiner since that day in the conference room. you wonder how he’s doing, what he’s thinking, how he’s holding up -

“hey.”

speak of the devil. you glance over your shoulder toward the voice, low and familiar.

reiner approaches you, clad in his uniform: the suit hugs his large frame perfectly, showing every flex of his muscles, and his blonde hair is neatly parted. the black tie looped around his neck just pulls it all together. it has you weak at the knees every. single. time.

“hey,” you answer, giving reiner a smile as he stops beside you.

and that’s when your heart lurches at the sight of him.

the sunset highlights reiner’s profile in gold, a heavenly shine that settles upon his blonde lashes and the flawless slope of his nose. the flecks in his irises sparkle – a beautiful mixture of soft browns and muted greens. the only thing you can do right now is admire the man. 

his words are what breaks you out of your daydream.

“work has been crazy lately, huh?” reiner says, focused on the candy-floss clouds and their fluffy shapes.

“well - yeah, pretty much. i don’t want to look at a pen or a piece of paper ever again.”

“that bad?”

“you have no idea. i almost regret marley and paradis reconciling.”

reiner chuckles gently at the joke, but it’s strained. his forehead remains creased, and he’s not really smiling. the emotion there is more … doubtful. it’s like he’s having some sort of inner conflict.

hopefully reiner’s not acting cautious because of the other day. you know he doesn’t return your feelings, and that’s totally okay. you’re happy enough being with him like this. “i’m not mad or anything, y’know.”

reiner stiffens at that. there’s a white flash of teeth when he chews on his lower lip. “i know.”

“good,” you hum, breathing out a sigh of relief. your core twists with envy when you force a grin. bite it back. tease him like always. “so about historia … ”

reiner’s eyes go wide almost comically, and you hear the breath in his lungs leave his firm chest in one exhale. there’s a light blush staining his cheeks now. it’s funny; he’s so goddamn big, yet he’s such a teddy bear.

“y-yeah,” reiner mutters. you observe the way his brows pinch together as he awkwardly shifts in place. it takes a while before the man composes himself again, which is strange.

is he scared or something? what the hell?

“pieck,” reiner hesitates for a moment. the golden strands of his hair ruffle in the wind and he appears ... well, lost. “was she being serious?”

the question is a shocker - jeez, he could have at least let you prepare yourself. a firm ‘no’ almost slips out, but you’ve never been much of a liar. not to reiner, anyway. crossing your arms against your chest, you inhale sharply and nod. avoid staring at him face-to-face. “yep.”

“ … why me?”

reiner says the words with a mixture of spite and anguish, a casual and rumbling voice. you immediately turn your head, frowning. “what?”

“i’ve done so many horrible things.” reiner exhales heavily and stares down at his hands; perhaps he’s imagining all the blood they��ve been stained with. “i betrayed everyone. i killed innocent people - all because i was selfish.”

it’s no surprise that reiner is broken after everything he’s been through, but it pains you to know that he continues to suffer in silence. whatever war is raging inside his ribcage tears him apart piece by piece, and you wish you could carry the burden. 

there’s probably nothing you can say to convince reiner that he was just a kid, a victim of circumstance. there’s nothing that can persuade him to see himself the way you do.

so you decide to tell reiner why you love him. 

you explain the amount of admiration you hold for him. tell him that you love the way he just wants to be someone his comrades can lean on, like a big brother. tell him that you think he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen and how you think he deserves the world.

the way you spill your guts out snaps every nerve in your body. you don’t say everything you want to – but you tell him enough. a dark flush spreading across your face, you find the courage to look at him.

the world seems to stop on its axis when you find reiner staring right on back. the intensity of his eyes is stunning; they’re lit up with astonishment and affection.

god, the affection. you see it clear as day. maybe one of the greatest regrets in his life is how he forced himself to see you only as a friend.

that’s when he reaches out to you.

reiner retracts his hand twice, unsure, before slowly brushing his fingertips against yours. the touch is so feather-light that you almost can’t feel it. it’s a test - he’s waiting to see if you pull away. you can’t even move if you wanted to, because his fond gaze keeps you rooted to the spot before him. 

when you don’t recoil, reiner finally moves to gently hold your hand; his palm is so much bigger than yours, and your fingers slot together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle’s final piece. 

heart thrumming like a hummingbird has been stuffed into your chest, you’re almost at a loss for words and come to a realization.

this utterly amazing man likes you. always has. 

but reiner shoved away the feelings for one simple reason; you deserved ‘better.’ focusing on the old crush he had on historia was a distraction - an attempt to convince himself to stop thinking about you.

because looking at you everyday and not being able to act upon his feelings was too painful.

“is this okay?” reiner asks lowly. there’s a slight pinkness to his cheeks, the color of a selfless love.

by some miracle, you manage to nod dumbly. “yeah, of course. it’s fine.” it’s amazing is what you actually want to say.  

reiner squeezes your hand at the reassurance, a sigh escaping from his throat. “i really—”

you wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t. reiner just searches your profile for signs of discomfort, and then untwines your hands to bravely swipe a thumb along the length of your cheekbone. 

there’s no time to speak because he’s already leaning down.  

the sensation of reiner’s lips pressing against yours lights your skin ablaze; you can feel the curling flames of passion sear your soul, made even more intense by the warmth of the sunlight on your back.

it’s natural, it’s tender, it’s warm.

reiner’s breath rattles into your mouth when you rest both palms against his solid chest and deepen the kiss. the musky smell of his aftershave and cologne envelops you completely, and fuck, it’s so good. your arms wrap around him, fingers passing over the sharp slopes of his shoulder blades.

as much as you wish the kiss could go on endlessly, there are people gathering outside. avoiding any unwanted attention from nosy strangers is very much appreciated.

you pull away to nuzzle your nose into reiner, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, protective arms moving to loop around your waist. it’s such an intimate caress that it sparks your brain into overdrive.

as the rushing sound of the breeze comes back to your ears through the quiet, you tuck the kiss away to be remembered forever. that’s all there is to it. being close to reiner like this - swaying together like wildflowers in the wind - is more important than anything else.

“i like you,” reiner murmurs.

the suddenness of it makes you laugh, and you can feel the upward quirk of reiner’s lips - a whisper of a peaceful smile and a sweet, sweet promise.

[katsus-world]

How bakugou and kirishima would react if they walked in on you crying cause of a show.

umm totally not self-indulged

Genre: fluff, not really angst, hc's

Also these are kinda long

It's 6pm and bakugou is getting back to the dorms from the gym with his read head pal.

He's annoyed at you to say the least.

You haven't answered his texts. And hes worried bro

(Not that he'll ever admit it tho)

Anyways Kiri and him get to the dorms smelling like sweat

That's just Kiri

But bakugou left the red head behind when the blonde checked his phone

he was about to send u another angry text But he saw that you left him on read.

Lmao ╰_╯he does that face and goes storming up to your room.

When he noticed that the doors locked his first instinct is to blow the door

But he stops himself when he hears muffled sniffs

Bakubaby would stay at the door for a couple of seconds thinking if he did something to upset you

But then his thoughts go to the opposite direction

What if someone did something to you.

Just the thought if someone hurting you made his heart hurt and his blood boil at the same time.

Finally returning to his senses he knocks on the door hard.

Hearing a small scream come from your room and the cracking of your floor board, you open the door.

Puffy red eyes and pouty lips look back at him as you stare at you boyfriend.

Quickly he hugs you.

"Who the fuck did this? Huh, I'll kill them!" his own way of caring you laugh slightly.

"Nobody did anything, calm down Kat."

His face goes (｀o´)? For a moment and pulls away

"Then why the hell are you cryin'?" you push him inside your room and close the door.

you shuffle your way to your bed feeling his red eyes follow your figure. You clear your throat as you explain what happened.

"So the mc lost ANOTHER person Kat! They've gone through so much! And I really like [character name]!" your glossy eyes look back at your bf who at the moment looks stunned.

"Wait let me get this straight. Your cryin' over a fucking show?! Dumbass, come here."

You quickly made your way in his arms and he patted your back trying to make you feel better.

The next morning you go to kaminari and you both talk about the show and kami would get emotional too.

He told you to watch it so you both can talk about it

It's the weekend and Kirishima just woke up

It's like 9:35 and the first thing he does is grab his phone.

Mans would send you a good morning text but he found it odd that you didn't respond.

Lmao but then he remembers it's Sunday and you probably just wanted to sleep in

He goes down stairs and makes himself some all might cereal.

Don't come at me 😭

After that he goes to train with the Bakusquad and sero asks if your not awake.

"They're probably asleep bro, Ill check up in them later." he gives sero a toothy smile and make their way to the gym.

Meanwhile your at your dorm.

Your computer open and snacks around you.

Being the s/o of Kiri ment being friends with bakugou lmao

You two rarely talk only when he's screaming at you to fight him

Anywaysss you and Kiri were in baku's dorm studying. Not really he was just yelling at Kiri to focus.

Long story short Kiri went out for snacks and bc he trusts you to stay in the room with another dude and not do anything he left u and Baku.

Taking out your phone baku snatches it and tosses it with your sharky boyfriends on his bed.

"Focus on the homework!" not paying attention to what he said, something caught your eye.

Behind him was a shelf of romance manga, your lock eye with the blonde and laugh your ass off.

"Damn bakugou I didn't know you were into that stuff!"

"Shut up extra! I'll kill yo-" cutting him off you got up.

"Are any of them good?" he rolled his eyes and slumped in the floor.

"Why?" again you locked eyes with the blonde and sighed.

" I just finished a show an I need something else to watch, are any of these good?" you repeated yourself as you saw the angry blonde point at one of the mangas

"Tch, this one is good." a devilish smirk spread across his face as you turned around.

That was the saddest one he had in his shelf.

Back to present time, you still haven't answered the phone and it was 1:15 pm

You don't ever sleep this late. Walking back to the dorms he made his way to your room.

Completely forgetting that he smelled like sweat, very faintly tho.

Ax Body Spray that's all I have to say

When he opened the door, there you where lying on your bed, tissues crumbled up in your hands as you stared at your laptop screen.

Sniffles caught his attention, you not even fazed that the door opened.

He ran to you to see what's wrong.

"Hey baby! What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did somethi-" your hand placed on his lips as your glossy eyes stayed in the screen.

"Nishimiya!" the screen echoed across the room as hot tears spilled out of your eyes.

"Y/n!-" you shushed him very quickly as you pulled him on your bed. Your eyes never falling off the screen.

His arms wrap behind you as he looks too.

You gasp as the mc hits a table, his eyes widened as he calls the other girl by her first name.

Suddenly the girl falls, the mc running to save her, catching her by the wrist.

You cry out as you see nishimiya look at mc.

Tears gather in your boyfriend's eyes as he holds you tighter.

After finishing the whole movie, kirishima looks at you with puffy eyes.

"So that's why you were crying? Heh, I see why." you apologize for shushing him and pepper his face with kisses.

Later that day, you see bakugou at dinner and he obviously sees that you've been crying, a large smirk as he sees you walk towards him.

"I hate you." His smirk wideneds and replies,

"Don't go snooping in my shit then."

(T_T)(T_T)(T_T)(T_T)(T_T)(T_T)(T_T)(T_T)(T_T)(T_T

Lmao this was originally supposed to have todoroki too but I got lazy sorry (◞‸◟ㆀ).

Anyways have y'all seen euphoria? Well yeah I finished that and it left me in tears 😔🖐.

Un revised so sorry about any spelling errors 😅