#SOFTLY (LOUDLY) CRYING (SCREAMING AND WEEPING)

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art credit! ❤️ 🗣📢 HAVE YOU SEEN MY MOON WIFE!!! well now you have :] i am very politely handing u her (shoving her in ur face-) bc 🥺🥺😭😭🫶💖💞💗

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happy valentine's day to those who celebrate, remember to tell your love(s) to keep warm, bring a sweater, and let them take it home <3

[ameliora-j]

Stepbrother!Eddie x stepbrothers!friend Steve? Maybe reader and Eddie have been together before and Eddie invites Steve to join?

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday! send in ur requests ᵕ̈

content: stepcest, stepbrother!eddie, brothers bestfriend!steve, unprotected piv, spit roasting, slut!reader (idk how else to put it LMAO), pussy eating, hair pulling, degradation, anal play, impact play, DARK CONTENT, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

you jump as your door slams open, causing your eyeliner to slide across your face. “eddie you ass! you ruined my makeup!” you yell, throwing a stuffed animal at him. he smirks, catching the makeshift weapon with ease as he shakes his head.

you groan, standing up and beginning to try and shove him out of the room. “get out! why are you in here?! mom!” you yell in annoyance, slapping at his chest.

“cool out dude, our parents aren’t home” he laughs as his hands are up, defending himself from your slaps. “besides, i was coming to ruin your makeup anyway, pretty girl” he pouts mockingly, wrapping his arms around your waist. “so cute all feisty” he chuckles, kissing your nose softly.

“awh… you think i’m gonna let you get your dick wet after you annoyed me” you give him a mocking pout back. “that’s cute” you giggle softly, easily slipping out of his arms and walking back over to the vanity to clean off your makeup.

he waits a bit, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you with a smirk of amusement. he hums, walking over and kneeling behind you as you’re bent over in the mirror. “what are you doing?” you ask, furrowing your brows. you shriek as eddie pulls off your robe, leaving you practically bare.

to say you weren’t expecting this would be a lie. you wore a black lacy set that had crotchless panties—leaving nothing to the imagination even with all the straps and garters. “you naughty slut” eddie tuts, slapping your ass. he hums softly, twirling the little bunny plug you had nestled in your little hole. “you wanted this” he chuckles, licking a bold stripe over your wettening cunt.

“i think the sweetest thing about you,” he hums as he pushes you to be bent over the dresser. “‘s no matter how many times i use your holes…” he hums, licking from your clit to your pulsing hole, moaning at the taste. “you still think i need permission to take what i want” he growls, diving into your cunt.

you gasp, moaning loudly as you grip the edge of the dresser. “eddie!” you whine. “fuck eddie please!” you moan loudly.

eddie is everywhere and nowhere all at once. his mouth envelopes your cunt, his tongue twirling around your clit before teasing at your hole, then going back again. you’re practically crying with pleasure as you grind back against his face, your eyes rolling and your jaw dropped as continuous moans spill past your lips.

his tongue pushes into your weeping hole and you let out a loud whine, reaching back and pushing his face closer. he groans, slapping your ass cheeks a few times as he assaulted your cunt with his mouth.

“‘m… eds i’m gonna cum. i needa cum” you beg, whimpering pathetically as he pulls back. “edsss” you whine, turning and frowning at him.

“i want to feel you cum on my cock, baby” he hums, slapping your ass a few times. “go lay on the bed for me,” he commands lowly. you hurry to do so, climbing on your bed and positioning yourself on your hands and knees. you arch your back, presenting your ass for eddie as you wiggle a bit.

eddie palms his cock through his pants as he eyes you, groaning softly as he takes his lip between his teeth. “missed that pussy, baby” he murmurs as he walks over to you.

you hear him undoing his belt behind you, and that’s all the warning that you receive before he’s forcing his cock into you in one go. “eddie!” you practically scream, clenching tightly around him as you reach back and try to push his hips away. “please…” you whimper.

eddie growls, slapping your ass roughly. “hands off” he demands, pushing your hand away. “behind your back. hold your forearms” he grunts. you whimper softly, pouting as you follow the order, holding your forearms behind your back as eddie begins to pound your cunt mercilessly.

with your parents gone, you’re free to let loose all the moans you want to, practically screaming out eddie’s name as tears of pleasure flow down your cheeks. he forewent a condom, causing you to feel every dip and ridge of his cock. the ruddy, leaking head presses against your gspot over and over, and eddie assures you can do nothing but lay there and take it.

you’re so deeply lost in the pleasure of being pounded by your stepbrothers cock that you fail to hear the door open, nor do you hear steve harrington calling out eddie’s name. your eyes are rolled back as loud moans tumble past your lips with each drag of eddie’s cock against your sensitive pussy. the man behind you slapping at your ass and spewing swears and profanities, pussy drunk with the feeling of finally being able to take you however he wanted with your parents gone.

when you open your eyes, you see the man leaning against your doorframe and whine softly. you clench tighter around eddie at the knowledge of being watched, your hips twitching as your cunt becomes impossibly wetter. “you hear that, harrington?” eddie chuckles, pausing his thrusting. he pulls back then pushed back in slowly, still pounding against your gspot causing you to whine. “she likes that you’re here” he taunts.

before either men can say more, you whine, looking up at steve with wide eyes. “please stevie… lemme suck your cock” you pout, moaning again as eddie picks his pace up once more.

“see that? a perfect slut she is” eddie taunts to steve, speaking as if you’re not in the room. “she’d do anything to have a cock in her” he chuckles, twirling the plug in your asshole before slowly pulling the toy out. “she loves being full” he whispers, beginning to thrust the toy in your tiny hole.

you gasp, your eyes rolling in pleasure as you push back against him. “please…” you beg desperately.

“i can’t deny a pretty beggar like that” steve taunts, pulling his hardening cock free from its constraints. he spits on his hand, stroking it as he walked over to you. your mouth was open and waiting, tongue out and awaiting the treat of his cock.

unlike eddie, steve gives warning. he grips your hair gently in one hand, pushing it back as he uses the other to rub the head of his cock over your tongue. he lets out a low moan, pushing his cock into your mouth and forcing you to meet him halfway until he’s pressed deep into your throat. you let out a harsh gag, pulling your head back.

eddie growls, gripping your hair and dragging you up until your back was against his chest. “don’t you fucking embarrass me bitch” he grunts, slapping your tits roughly, assuring that his cold rungs come in contact with your hardened nipples.

“sorry ‘m sorry!” you shriek, sobbing and flinching at the hits.

“take his cock the proper way, bitch. the way that i know you fucking can” he orders. you nod rapidly and eddie shoves you forward again. steve laughs mockingly at you, giving you no warning this time before beginning to fuck your face harshly.

the two men push and pull you on and off of each other’s cocks, making it abundantly clear that this was in no way about your pleasure, but instead their own. eddie holds your hips, beginning to fuck you harder as his hips stutter a few times.

“you better not cum until you milk us both whore” eddie reminds, slapping your ass. you whine, nodding as best you can around steve’s thick cock as he forces you to deepthroat him. your nose presses against his pelvis, making you swallow a few times to force down your gags.

steve groans as he thrusts into your mouth harder, forcing his cock into your throat repeatedly, uncaring of your comfort or pleasure. “shit… oh fuck i’m gonna cum bitch. gonna fill this slut pussy with my babies” eddie groaned, his head falling back a bit.

at the same time, you feel steve’s cock twitching in your throat, and your legs begin to shake harshly. “come on whore… cum with us i know you want to” steve mocks.

steve and eddie both force you down on their cocks, filling you to the brim with their cum as you cream all over eddie’s cock, whining repeatedly around steve. you whimper softly, swallowing all his cum as he slowly pulls out, whining as you lose the contact of both him and eddie.

it’s not long before you’re feeling pleasure once more, eddie leaning down and cleaning his cum from your cunt. he wraps his mouth around your pussy, licking and sucking, slurping at his and your mess combined. steve groaned, chuckling a bit as he watched. “you two are fucking sick” he chuckled, causing you to giggle dazedly.

[glitterguts13]

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY PART1

Father's Day special delivery coming right now! Part 1 is all about the Genshin boys having their babies! Enjoy!

Albedo The candlelight is dim, casting a soft orange glow in the dark room. Hunched over next to his bed, Albedo gasps, one hand clutching onto the bed-frame, the other guiding his unborn child into the world.

“Come on, come on, just-” muffling a groan into his forearm, Albedo cries out at his child drops into his waiting hands. Pulling them up to his chest, he weeps softly upon hearing their soft cries.

“Good girl...oh sweet girl, I’ve got you.”

Bennett

“Oh- oh!” sobbing weakly, Bennett reaches under his heavy belly, fingers grazing over the legs dangling from his burning hole. “N-no, baby, no-wrong way-!” he sucks in a breath, crying out as he bares down with what was left of his waning strength. He stretches open, screaming, a suddenly rush of fluid falls onto the floor as his hands grasp around his squalling newborn.

“Oh-Archons thank you...you’re safe, you’re safe now.”

Diluc

Nails digging into the wooden counter tops of his bar, Diluc roars in agony. Legs spread apart, deep into a low squat, he bares down, cursing under his breath as his newborn slips onto the piles of towels he’d had the forethought to place down.

“Fuck-Oh fuck.” quickly lifting them from the floor, Diluc cradles them to his chest, marveling how just how loudly they cried.

“That’s it, good...cry, just keep crying for me.”

Kaeya

Groaning loudly, Kaeya rolls onto his side, lifting one leg into the air. A slow trickle of fluid running down his thighs, the head bulging against his tight rim of muscles.

“Just. Come. Out!” he groans again, burying his face into his pillow and pushing. All at once, the head pops free, the shoulders turning and slipping out with one final effort.

“Shit,” bringing them to his chest, he strokes a finger over their ruddy cheeks as they wail, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, forgive me.”

Mika “Push, Mika, you have to push.” the midwife busies herself between Mika’s trembling legs, giving the head dangling from his hole a gentle tug.

“Stop-Stop, don’t pull it!” he sobs, pushing despite the pain coursing throughout his aching stomach. All at once, the pressure ends, a screaming little boy placed to his heaving chest.

“Thank you...Archons thank you…”

Razor

The howl tears from his throat, raw and primal as another contraction rippled through his belly. A few wolves poked about, watching curiously as Razor bore down, bringing his pup into the world under the moon and stars. They plops onto the ground, bawling furiously, and Razor quickly brings them to his chest.

“Good pup...good lungs, cry...let the forest hear you.”

Venti

The scream tears through the tranquil night, shattering the peace. Naked and alone, Venti lets out another ear-splitting shriek as his child tears from his narrow hips and into his shaking hands. They flail about, crying and whimpering as Venti cuddles them close, singing a lullaby into their ear.

Baizhu

“Oh, Archons, have mercy-” skin ghostly white, hands clenched around his ankles, keeping his legs spread best he can, Baizhu struggles to push. His belly quivers with another contraction, sending him into a frenzied scream, his baby finally popping free.

“Dearest one- Oh, my little star,” he rambled, bringing the newborn to his chest, and wiping the muck of birth from their face, “Mother is here...I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Chongyun

“Just...a little...more-!” voice muffled with the rag stuffed into his mouth, Chongyun groans loudly. His fingertips graze of the top of the head, pushing with all his strength and gasping as the head crowns fully into his palm. One last push, and it’s squalling loudly, coming to be held tightly in Chongyun’s arms.

“There...there you are, welcome home baby.”

Gaming “You’re so close darling, hang there a bit longer.” Gaming sobs, clutching his mother’s hand tightly.

“Push, push, you’ve got the head out, push Gaming.” she soothes, watching as her grandchild comes into the world with a loud wail, flailing arms and legs. She places the newborn to Gaming’s chest, and he wraps around her instantly,

“Daddy’s here, I’ve got you, Daddy’s here…”

Xiao

The storm rages just outside the cavern. Spear in hand, Xiao anchors himself to it, stabbing the blade into the dirt and holding tight as he bore down. His belly tightened, legs quivering, a strangled gasp leaving his mouth as he feels something large slide from his body. Swiftly, he lifts the child to his arms, marveling at their beauty.

“You’re safe, I’ll protect you, forever.”

Xingqui

“Don’t stop, keep pushing!” legs held back by the midwife, Xingqui wails, clutching at his belly. Each push brought him closer and closer to being done, but doubled the pain. He feels them ripping him open, forcing their way into the world, ready or not.

“Push!” she orders once more, and Xingqui does, mind going blank for a moment before he realizes there’s a squirming newborn on his chest.

“You...little brat...that hurt-”

Zhongli

Slow, heaven breaths, eyes closed in deep concentration. The feeling of his muscles contracting, inching his baby closer and closer to the world, his entrance opening wide, burning as the head starts to peak through.

A soft gasp, hands quivering ever so slightly as he reaches between his legs and lifts his offspring into view.

“What a powerful little one you are,” Zhongli chuckles, exhaustion seeping into his bones, “I’m so very proud of you.”

Arataki Itto

“Ah- fuck!” moaning deeply, Itto gives one last solid push. The tiny pointed horns of his newborn dragging along the tender skin as it emerges, ripping it open. Blood splatters onto the ground, but Itto pays no mind, bringing his precious little treasure to his chest.

“That...was one hell of an entrance kiddo..but didja have to hurt Daddy like that-”

Ayato “Breathe, brother, slow, deep breaths...in and out...yes, like that.” Ayaka presses a damp towel to her brother’s cheek, mindful not to peek under the sheets where the midwife was at work.

“Push, one last push!” closing his eyes and pressing his chin to his chest, Ayato bares down, crying out as the baby enters the world with an indignant warble.

“Give her to me.” he orders, uncaring of the mess left behind, snuggling them into the crook of his arm.

“Welcome…Mommy is so glad to meet you...”

Gorou

“Good job Gorou, just one more push!” two pups already latched to his milky breasts Gorou groans, barely giving any effort before the third of his litter drops into Kokomi’s eager hands.

“Two girls and a son! You did wonderful Gorou.” with a smile, she places the third babe between her siblings, snuffling and whining loudly at the lack of a teat to feed on. Laughing weakly, Gorou gives her back a gentle rub,

“One moment baby...Mama has plenty of milk for you too, don’t worry.”

Kazhua

“I told you, you should have stayed at the harbor!” Beidou cringes as Kazhua lets out another deep, guttural moan, and nearly drops at the sight of the head bulging between her friend’s legs.

“Oh Archons- I can see it!” a slow, even breath, and Kazuha moans loudly through the next push, sending his baby flopping out onto the bed below.

“What do I do with it-”

“Hand it to me.” Kazuha sighs, shaking his head as Beidou gingerly places the screaming infant to his chest. Brave as she is, nothing could have prepared her for witnesses her dear friend being split open.

“Hello little one, Papa is here…”

Heizou

“Oh fuck just get out, please!” pressing his hands atop his heaving belly, Heizou pushes, legs kicking out as the head bursts forth with a spray of blood and fluid. Once more, and it drops onto the sheets between his legs, squirming and furious.

“You...troublemaker.” he pants, bringing them closer, and inspecting them closely.

“You aren’t getting siblings. Ever.”

Thoma

“Oh- Archons- not on the floor-!” halfway from the bath to his bed, the urge to bare down overcomes him. Dropping to all fours, Thoma barely as the chance to reach around and catch the newborn as it plops right into his shaking grasp. Mindful of the cord connecting them, Thoma brings them to his chest, allowing them to latch right to his milk laden breast.

“Two minutes...just two more minutes and we wouldn’t have ruined the floor…”

Alhaitham

“Enough, is enough.” a full day had passed, and the scribe was far past through. The head was crowning, snugly resting between his legs, and with one final effort, fully emerges. Gasping and clawing at the blankets under him, AlHaitham bares down again with renewed determination, relief flooring them him as they enter the world with a shrill cry.

“You certainly took your sweet time, didn’t you?”

Cyno

Growling, deep and feral, Cyno braces himself against the temple wall. The floor under him damp with his waters, body soaked with sweat as he forces his unborn into the world. Sharp reflexes keeps the infant from falling to the ground, and Cyno carefully checks them.

“Ten fingers...ten toes...One whole baby.”

Kaveh

“You’re scaring the other patie-” another earth shattering scream fills the room, followed by a pitiful sob.

“Just get it out, I don’t want to do this anymore!”

“You have to push if you want it out, now, push!” the doctor was more than done with Kaveh’s noise, and was losing his composure over his unwillingness to cooperate. Kaveh does his best, struggling to sit up enough to leverage his body into baring down, screaming bloody murder the whole way.

“There! A girl!” the doctor puts her into Kaveh’s belly, drying her off as the architect babbles incoherently.

“It’s over-I did it-Oh Archons, oh-oh what do I do now-”

Sethos

The desert was his home, and it was where he felt safest. Bringing his baby into the world surrounded by the sand had never been a question of ‘if,’ but ‘when.’ A strong push, a wild scream, and the baby is resting in his hands, bloody and wailing. Chuckling weakly, and falling onto his back, Sethos lie there with them wailing against his chest for a few moments.

“Good work kiddo...good work.”

Tighnari

“Come...on-!” three little big eared kits slept peacefully in their cots, while their Tighnari struggled nearby with the surprise fourth. Coming nearly six hours after the other, and certain he was finished, Tighnari squats next to the cots, groaning as his last kit slides easily into his hands. Panting, he brings them to his chest, wrapping them with a nearby blanket for warmth.

“Don’t worry little one,” he soothes, “I won’t let them tease you for being the runt, I promise.”

Freminet

The water offers some solace as the baby begins to crown, the cool sea easing the burn. He pushes, groaning into the night air, relief flooding him as the baby slides into the water with a cloud of blood and fluid. Taking in a shaky breath, he brings them to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the top of their head.

“Welcome to the world...Mama will keep you safe, I promise.”

Lyney

“Almost there, just a little more.” Lynnette whispers to her brother, holding his hand tightly as he bore down. He cries out, startled at the sensation of his child leaving his body.

“A boy, you have a son.” she whispers, handing the newborn to Lyney’s waiting hands. He swallows thickly, throat tight with emotion.

“Daddy’s here...you’ll always be safe with us...no one will ever hurt you.”

Neuvillette

Groaning, Neuvillette clings to the side of the tub with enough force to risk breaking the porcelain. His body felt as if it were being torn apart, and he’s grateful not a soul is around to hear the scream he releases as his child barrels into the world. With haste, he lifts them from the water, clutching their squirming form to his chest and nuzzling them gently.

“Don’t cry little one...You are safe and sound…”

Wrio

“Just...a little...more...come on…” he mumbles under his breath, eyes closed in focus as another contraction tears through him. A high scream, and he feels the weight in his pelvis drop, landing safely on the mattress. Opening his eyes, he blinks through years and spies the bloody little thing his body had kept warm and safe for the last nine months.

“Hey champ...welcome to the world.”

Tartaglia

“Shit!” being stabbed, beaten and nearly killed somehow didn’t compare to the sheer torture of having a baby push it’s way through his tight hole. Each push brings it closer to the world, and deepens the pain, but he doesn’t stop, not until he feels them slide careful into his bloodied hands.

“Gotcha...I gotcha kid, I got ya.”

Wanderer

Secluded and locked away from the rest of the world, he questions his own sanity. Why did he allow this parasite to grow off him? Why was he letting it torment him this way? Why was he pushing it out and screaming in pain and feeling all too lost and afraid.

“You...You…” he looks at the newborn's delicate face, screwed up and red as it wailed away, “What do I do with you...”

[runawrites-blog]

Lies (Loki x Reader)

Summary: You are a clairvoyant and have a horrible dream of Loki’s death at the hands of Thanos. Loki is there to calm you down when you wake up, but you fear that it might have been a vision of the future. (Gender Neutral Reader) Word Count: 1,107 Warnings: Nightmares, Implied Character Death/ Character Death in a Dream, Mild Violence, Thanos, No Use of Y/N, Petnames (Little Dove) Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19781032

--- “You will never be a god.“

Those were the last words you would ever hear of Loki speak, the man you loved more than anything and who had promised you to always be by your side.

The horrific crack that could be heard as his neck snapped in two in Thanos' unforgiving grip made you fall to your knees. You tried your hardest not to break down. Tears ran down your face as you saw your lover’s dead body fall limp onto the floor.

“No resurrections this time.”

You crawled over to Loki, not even caring whether Thanos was already gone or he'd kill you, too. The only thing you had left was Loki. Thanos had destroyed your home, murdered everyone you'd held dear, and now he had taken the only person who you had left. Crying your heart out seemed like the reasonable thing to do and you let yourself fall halfway onto Loki’s chest.

Your body was wracked with sobs as you felt for a heartbeat at his wrist, his chest, or anywhere that you hadn’t checked before. Yet, you did detect no heartbeat. Loki was dead and you would never see him again.

Never again would you hear his voice. Never again would he tease you, trick you or prank you. Never again would you feel his warmth or see his smile. Never again would he hold you. And funny enough the first thought that popped in your head was to talk to Loki about this and find comfort in him, but that could never happen again.

Another sob wracked your body as you came to terms with the fact that he was in fact dead. You didn’t know what to do or how to move on from this. In the background, you could hear Thor calling out to you but you didn’t listen.

When you didn’t listen, Thor tried to drag you away, his own eyes filled with tears. You didn’t listen; you just clung to Loki’s body harder. Thor eventually sat down next to you, apparently giving up on trying to move you, tears now running down his face.

You didn’t look at him, didn’t talk to him. All you did was cling to Loki and cry as you felt the warmth leaving his body.

Nothing mattered anymore. Loki was dead.

—

You awoke with a strangled scream, bolting upright in bed. A quick look around confirmed to you that you were in your room on the Asgardian escape ship. Quickly, you put a hand to your mouth, trying to stop yourself from sobbing too loudly. As the contents of your dreams came back to you, a fresh wave of tears assaulted your eyes, and only then did you notice that you were crying.

A voice from next to you called out your name.

Turning your head, you saw Loki, breathing and looking at you. Without a second thought, you flung yourself at him, clinging to his frame and breaking down in earnest. The god didn’t know what was wrong but wrapped his arms around you nonetheless.

“What happened?”

“Night-- nightmare.” You managed to choke out. “Or a vision of the future. Oh, I hope it’s not the latter one.”

“A vision?” Loki asked softly. You were a clairvoyant but your visions only ever came randomly, sometimes in dreams even. “What happened in your vision to make you weep like this, my little dove?”

The thought of recounting this nightmare to Loki made you cry even harder, your breathing now coming out in short gasps.

“You can tell me later but for now I need you to breathe, little dove.” He whispered, hoping the pet name would calm you down a little. He then slowly began to trace shapes into your back. “Focus on my touch and voice, could you do that for me?”

You nodded and sobbed again, trying to focus solely on the shapes he traced onto your back and his soft voice.

“I am sure it was not a vision. Perhaps it was simply a nightmare and you are so insistent on it being a vision that you frightened yourself like this.” He whispered, slowly beginning to trace a star onto your back.

“Is that a star you're tracing?"

“It is indeed. Well done, my little dove.” He whispered and began to trace a heart onto your bare skin. “Can you find this one out, as well?”

“A heart.”

“Another job well done. You are breathing more evenly now. You did well.”

Slowly, you leaned back into him. “You died.”

“I died?” He asked softly. “I am right here.”

“In my dream, I mean.” You clarified. “Thanos, he wanted the Tesseract from us and he snapped your neck. You lay there, cold and unmoving. It was horrifying.”

“And why did he murder me in your dream?”

“You had the Tesseract with you, instead of it being destroyed on Asgard. I've been afraid that you had taken it for the duration of this journey.” You whispered.

You felt Loki swallowed and looked up at him. “Don’t fret, my dove. It was destroyed with Asgard.”

“Are you lying to me?” You whispered.

“Would you be able to go back to sleep?”

“I suppose, I would be able to.” You mumbled. “Loki, could I lay my head on your chest? I would like to hear your heartbeat.”

“Of course.” He gently maneuvered the two of you back onto the bed, your head on his chest. “Like so?”

You wrapped an arm around him and listened to his heartbeat, nodding slowly. It was a steady rhythm against your ear and you were calm within seconds. Loki put a hand onto your head to hold it on his chest and you began to trace little shapes onto his chest, closing your eyes.

“Loki?”

“Yes?”

“Can you promise me that whatever happens, you will try to survive?”

“I cannot.” He said quietly.

“Why?” Your voice was shaking again.

“Should it be your life or mine, I would always choose your life.” He explained in a calm, yet sad voice.

“I don’t want you to sacrifice your life for mine!” You protested.

A small chuckle vibrated in his chest “Have I ever done as you told me to?”

“Could you at least promise me that you will fight to survive as much as possible? That you will not let him kill you easily?” You whispered into the darkness.

“That I can promise you.” Loki whispered. “Now sleep, my dove.”

“Sleep well, love.” You whispered, holding onto him. “And promise me to stay by my side should Thanos find us.”

“I will always stay by your side.”

Lies.

[papsiguesss]

Fear in the Night drabblings

The writing bug has gotten to me, apparently! Here’s a thingy I wrote about Michael and James first meeting.

Context: after the film’s events, Michael has been taken to an asylum, but due to his fragile mental state, he only vaguely remembers everything that happened in the film and is very confused as to why he’s being locked up. Deeming him aggressive after he tried to struggle away from the people trying to restrain him, his doctors have taken his prosthetic arm from him.

1872 words, content warning for referred to ableism

“…Wilson…?

Evans…?

Where… where are you…?!”

The heat licked at the headmaster’s skin, but he would not leave the building until he knew what had become of all of his boys. He kept running through the hallways, his head spinning as they seemed to be going on endlessly. And yet, he would not stop. Not until he knew that his pupils were safe.

…He had already seen too many of them burn to death right before his eyes to allow any more victims of this fire.

Most of the students and teachers were outside. They just didn’t know what had happened to a handful of them.

…So of course Michael had not left the building yet. He could barely see and it was getting harder and harder to breathe, but he would rather die than sit back and wait while the boys that he was supposed to be responsible for were dying in the fire.

…He at least owed them that much after accidentally worsening the flames.

His heart sank as he heard the cries of children. Wheezing loudly, he sprinted towards the door where the sound was coming from, noticing that a part of the hallway had collapsed, the debris now blocking the opening. Things were starting to go blurry as he desperately pushed open the door, using his final energy to shout at the last remaining boys to run outside as if their life depended on it before collapsing onto the floor.

The boys escaped unscathed.

…Michael wouldn’t.

Barely conscious, he felt the flames burn up his body as he screamed his lungs out. It was as if his left arm was being torn off by the heat. He tried to get up, to crawl away, but… as soon as the headmaster tried to move his arms, he made a horrifying realisation.

…He had no left arm anymore.

There was only a stump at his shoulder.

Had it been… amputated…? But how…?

Panic rose as the smoke made it unable to see. His heart was beating faster and faster. The flames kept burning. The screams did not fade from his ears.

All he could do was cry out for the boys that had died in the fire.

Michael froze in place, a feeling of dread rising up in his chest.

…This would be his death.

…Everything went black.

***

“Mr. Carmichael? Mr. Carmichael, it’s okay… there’s nothing to be afraid of, you are safe…”

Michael awoke screaming, the white walls of his asylum cell still not being an environment that he was used to wake up in. He often simply forgot that he was in here now, instead of being at the school.

It was where he should be.

Teaching his boys.

…The confusion had not stopped, not even after weeks of incarceration.

Why… was he here again…?

“…Mr. Carmichael, do you hear me…?”

Michael only heard the voice as if it came from someplace distant. It took him a while to register that the person calling out was, in fact, standing right next to his bed, looking at him.

He could not see that well without his glasses, so he could only make out a blur.

Someone wearing a doctor’s coat.

Dark hair.

Relatively tall of frame.

…Features that all matched… him…

But how? Wasn’t he-

“G- GET AWAY FROM ME, ROBERT!”, the headmaster shouted, his eyes blind with panic as he tried to back off, leaning on his arm. “Get… get away… You… you already tried to kill me… I…”

Not being used to moving without his prosthetic, he lost balance and collapsed in on himself, miserably laying on his cell’s uncomfortable mattress as he curled himself up into a ball, softly weeping. “…I don’t want to die, Robert…”, he sobbed quietly.

“…Sir, I think you are mistaking me for someone else.”

The voice was a bit more clear this time. It… was very unlike Robert’s.

This voice sounded kind. Patient. Perhaps… even a bit concerned…?

Michael slowly stopped sobbing, instead laying still with a vacant expression on his face. “...Then who are you...?”, he muttered quietly.

The stranger crouched down next to him, a serene feeling emanating from him. “I am Dr. James Grey,” he calmly explained, “and I was assigned the night shift for the ward tonight. I heard you screaming in your sleep, and so I decided that it would be best for me to see what was going on. Did you have a nightmare, Mr. Carmichael?”

The headmaster froze up as he heard the word ‘doctor’. He... he had seen his fair share of doctors as of late. One of them had tried to murder him in a conspiracy made with his wife, and the others had only screamed at him for being a ‘criminal’, only to give him medication that did not work.

Michael shivered.

He never wanted to see another doctor in his entire life.

“Please...”, he uttered weakly, trembling. “...I don’t want any more pills... Th- they do not help, they only make me feel horrible...” He began to sob again, trying to cover his face with both of his hands, but of course only succeeding to do so with one. His left shoulder could only muster to move the little stump that was left there.

“I’m not here to give you any medication, Mr. Carmichael, I just wanted to see if everything was okay”, Dr. Grey assured him. “...It was a nightmare, wasn’t it...?”

Michael stayed silent. “...The other doctors only call me aggressive when I scream”, he mumbled. “...Why do you care...?”

The doctor seemingly thought about that for a while. “...Because I want the best for my patients, Mr. Carmichael”, he eventually said. “And since I am responsible for the ward tonight... you are a patient of mine. I know some of the doctors here have work ethics that I...” He paused, as if he was heavily considering his words. “Strongly disagree with, but at the moment, you are under my care. So please, tell me... is there something bothering you...?”

Michael stared into the distance. “…When can I go back to teaching, doctor…?”, he asked after a while, not really wanting to answer the question. Everything was bothering him. He just wanted to be back at his school already. Even after the… incident… he had been happy there.

…Ever since he had been locked away within these plaster walls, he had only known panic.

Shards of vague memories and confusion kept coming back to him. It reminded him of his first hospital stay after… after he had been burnt.

…Those memories were something that he never wanted to be reminded of in his entire life, yet it felt as if it was happening all over again.

…Why couldn’t he just be at the school again…?

“Teaching…?”, Dr. Grey asked. “I… I do not know when you will be able to go back, sir… As far as I’m aware, you do not have a discharge date.”

Michael felt his heart sink. He felt sick in his stomach. He turned around in his bed, his back facing the doctor. “…Then there is nothing you can help me with”, he muttered, closing his eyes as his body trembled. “…Someone like me is not worth your time.”

… He just wanted to fall back asleep again. Every minute spent awake in this place was worse than any nightmare.

… He also felt like a burden.

He knew that he was a difficult patient for any doctor trying to help him. And he knew they hated him for it. All his previous doctors had, so why should this man be any different?

…Why did these people hate him so much for something he had no control over, anyway…?

“…You said that you are a teacher, Mr. Carmichael?”

…Michael slowly turned around again as he heard that.

“…Headmaster, technically”, he mumbled. “…Though I do teach my boys Latin…” He closed his eyes, the image of his classroom filled with his pupils appearing before his eyelids again. It was as if he had never been locked up in this foul place, if only for a moment.

“Ah, I see.” Dr. Grey’s voice snapped him back to reality again, no matter how much he wanted to hold onto his imaginations. “…Well, if I ever come across one of those scientific Latin names again, I’ll know who to turn to if I don’t understand them.” The doctor chuckled for a moment, before clearing his throat, recomposing himself again. “…That was only a little joke, of course, you don’t have to translate anything”, he assured Michael. “Don’t worry, I’ve got my terms all memorised.”

A light began to shine in the headmaster’s eyes as he sat up. “…Could I…?”, he asked hesitantly, knowing that he would probably not be granted the favour. “I… I love translating.”

Dr. Grey seemed surprised by that question. He stayed silent for a while, but then smiled. “…If that would help to soothe you, then I do not see the harm”, he said. “…I’ll see what I can do when my shift’s over, all right?”

Michael stared at the doctor, not believing what he just heard.

Dr. Grey… was being kind to him.

“…Thank you…”, he stammered, his lips trembling. “…Thank you, doctor…”

The doctor smiled. “Think nothing of it, Mr. Carmichael”, he said, before standing up again. “…I’d better go and check in on the other patients too now, but it has been a pleasure to speak with you, sir.”

Michael tried to reach out for him, but instead only his shoulder stump moved. “W- wait…”, he stuttered, fearing the prospect of being left alone to his thoughts again. “You… you will come back to check on me again, won’t you, doctor…?” He stared at the man with pleading eyes, wishing he could simply cling on to this man, the only one in this godforsaken asylum who had seen him as a human being, not a deranged patient. “I don’t like… the other doctors…”

Dr. Grey raised his eyebrows, before giving him a reassuring smile. “I will, Mr. Carmichael”, he said. “Of course I will. And I will see what I can do about giving you something to translate, all right?” He opened the door leading to the hallway, giving Michael one last glance.

“…Good night, sir.”

The headmaster stared at the ground for a while as he sat there all alone again. He did not know what had just happened. It was all a confusing mess for him.

…There was a little something in him that felt happy after this conversation, though.

Something that wanted to get to know this doctor better.

He let out a yawn, closing his eyes as he pulled his bedsheets over him again.

The bed was cold and uncomfortable.

…It couldn’t be any more unlike the bed he was used to.

He let out a sad sigh as he was reminded of how much he missed home once again.

…There was a slight silver lining now, though.

He knew that there was someone in this place who genuinely wanted to help him.

…It was a comforting thought as he drifted off to sleep again.

“…Good night, doctor…”, he mumbled, holding his blanket.

“…Good night.”

[kit-williams]

Healing

Male Lead: Tulio Female Lead: Psychi Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k/Yandere Space Marine Canon Status: Yes

Note: Sorry this was late T-T & this might be set before Tulio's initial post but basically she's not serving his friend yet.

I sobbed against his broad chest as he held me in just one arm, hardly exhausted. I feel like I've seen him before maybe in the market maybe as one of the few in passing but how my eyes water so much looking up at him as I look probably so awful. My robes ripped and torn. There are beasts and animals in the forest and dark woods... and normally they stay hidden but I just was going to head home...

I can't help but start to cry again as he stops for a moment and cradles me trying to get me to breathe. "There there my lady you're fine. Your leg will be good as new."

"My leg..." I look down and see how it's torn up and bleeding as I hardly feel the dull ache I just feel more scared. I start to sob again as I remember the hands grabbing me and pulling me into the woods. How I screamed out for just a moment before I was smacked hard to be quieted.

His name is Tulio... he said he saw me get grabbed and heard my screams and came to my rescue. I cling to his blue robes tightly as he walks through these darkened woods getting his clothes dirty because of me. How those fat tears of mine stain his clean robes and I try not to get any more of my fluids upon him. Yet he holds me so close just smiling as I continue to cry.

I look up at that smiling face as his grass green eyes look down at me wrinkling at the edges as he just smiles so handsomely down at me... the way the light plays with his brunet locks as the patchy breaking up of the tree coverings just make him look so much more handsome. He was my knight as I sob against him just pitifully thanking him.

"Shhhh shhh my dear lady there is nothing more to fear. The bandits are slain and you are here safe in my arms." I hear the slight uptick in his voice but I assume it's just as he maneuvers over the uneven ground... and nothing to do with how he holds me. "Forgive me for my hands my lady... I do not with to hurt your leg." He says adjusting how I sit in his hold feeling his hands brush against the back of my thighs at times and on the curve of my rear but I hardly care for the moment.

I sniffle loudly as I wipe my eyes with my scrapped palm and I wince. I look down at myself as I am a mess... my hair pulled from its bun letting my hair flow free, my poor outfit torn, and all the cuts on my form. "They... they were going to sell me." I whine softly as while I realize I am an indentured servant I have a chance to be free unlike being a slave.

"Shhh shhh I know they have been slain my dear Psychi... no one is going to touch you like that again." I think little of his words as I am too busy weeping clinging to him like a lifeline.

"You saved me."

"Of course my dear lady... I will always save you." Again his words slip out of my mind only for me to reflect upon them later.

As he carries me out I see the sun is getting low... it will surely be dark by the time I return home. "Thank you my lord I'm certain I can make it home." I say and just am surprised by the look he gives me... as if he is shocked by what I have said. "My lord? Um... you could carry me home I suppose." I say trying to assuage his concern.

"No my lady you will stay with me for the night."

"But... but... but... my master-" I say worried.

"Will understand once I explain what had happened. You need to be looked at right away. What with the swelling and the cuts all over your body and that torn up leg of yours. I'm sorry if this is me overstepping but you need to be looked at right away." He says gently but firmly as he carries me back into the city. He wraps me in some fabric as he moves through the crowds quickly. I feel so tired and overwhelmed I can feel a headache rushing through my veins so perhaps it is not a terrible idea to accept his generous offer.

I blink my eyes again as his warm hand cups my face and a cool rag gently wipes away the blood off my leg. "What..." I mutter softly.

"I said I was sorry for... it's nothing important that I said." He says cleaning out the gouges in my leg. I wince occasionally in pain and I can hear the softly muttered apologies.

"You're very gentle." I say softly and weakly.

"Thank you my lady." He says as he tightly wraps the bandage around my leg allowing me to adjust it as I see fit. I look over the bandages over my form some of them looking far more costly than what I would use upon me but perhaps this is all he has.

I go to stand but he catches me as I collapse into his arms, "I'm sorry I should-"

He gently places a cooling pack on my head watching me wince as it is tender from being hit after I screamed for help. "I understand that this isn't... " His dry and scarred lips quirk for a moment as his brow furrows trying to think of the word and he just sighs muttering something in high gothic. "Just allow me to help you heal? I would feel awful if my effort simply died on me from an infection that could have been prevented." He gives me a sad smile and I just chew on my swollen bottom lip.

"Of course my lord I am sorry for trying to scurry off after all of your help."

He nods and that handsome smile returns as he places me back into the soft lounging chair. I wince seeing my blood on the fabric though I wonder if it is even my own given how dark it is. I just close my eyes for a moment... just a small reprieve of this pounding headache... and unfortunately again time has passed far too long.

"I'm sorry for waking you my dear little one but you must drink something." Lord Tulio speaks as I open my mouth to reply it feels so dry and my throat only makes some horrible warble as I am disturbed from my impromptu slumber. "Drink." He says putting a cup to my lips.

The cold water burns my parched throat as I drink too much before coughing softly and his gentle hand rubs my back. He gives me an herb mixture to chew on and spit out for my aching joints and lingering pain. I look outside and whine softly as it is fully dark and now the fear of being reprimanded grows. "Eat." He gently commands again after I spit out the medical herbs into his palm, I really didn't want to but he told me to spit.

I stammer for a moment as I look at the good food in front of me but my stomach demands to be sated and so I obey both it and his gentle orders. "Thank you." I say softly as I eat the generous meal given to me. I feel his large hand pet my head for a moment as he just chuckles at me and says something in high gothic. I don't press him to tell me what he had said. He once again changes and cleans my bandages with such a gentle touch that I did not expect from him.

The bare room he has me stay in is still far more than what I am use to. He tells me should I need any help just to say his name and he will certainly hear me. I thank him once again and drift off into a dreamless sleep.

The morning after is funny as I call his name and the way he looks at me for a moment as he looks surprised as he grips the doorframe tightly, "I'm sorry did you forget I was here?" I say with a soft laugh, "I mean... forgive that jest my lord..."

He laughs softly recomposing himself, "I thought it was but a dream I had last night of saving a dearest maiden from some banditry."

I cannot help but laugh softly, "Unfortunately that was very real. I shouldn't take up more of your time my lord... I must return to my master." I say softly and as sweetly as I can as once more I try to get up and then in a flash I've fallen into his arms again.

"You're very stubborn do you know this?" He says with that airy laugh of his. I feel his chin against the top of my head as he pulls me up and putting me back down, before I can stammer out an apology he just smiles, "It's very cute." My face turns so very red as he turns away before walking back into the room with something that look too expensive for me. "They're not the nicest robes but they should work to keep your modesty my lady. I can call one of the serfs to come help you change if you need it."

"I'll manage. Thank you Lord Tulio."

I watch his throat bob for but a moment before he just quietly says, "Just Tulio is fine." He turns away before I can argue with him.

I dress with little hassle before he carries me once again. He tells me I hardly weigh a thing in his grip so him carrying me is hardly any effort. Breakfast is far too good for my station again as he once more cleans my cuts and scrapes, gives me more herbs to chew one, before he takes me in his arms and carries me back to my master's house.

On the way back some guards do approach to let me know that I was counted as a runaway. The dread in my eyes as I feel Tulio hold me a little tighter as he just whispers to me how things will be okay. The expected yelling at me doesn't come as only sweet words to placate the astartes that is holding me as Tulio explains what had happened. Apologizing at the circumstances as he wasn't concerned with what my master had to say. There was a strange look in his eyes as he looked at me as if he didn't want to let me go... but that's a silly romantic sort of thought.

"Thank you Tulio." I say to him softly and kiss the part of his palm near his wrist. I hear the way his breathing hitches for a moment but I discount it as any of my doing. I smile up at him as I know I look like a mess... with how my hair is down in robes that hardly belong to a woman of my station.

"You're welcome." He says before I reach out and Alba, another indentured servant, comes to help me limp back inside. I will certainly have to think of a way to pay him back... hopefully something will come to mind.

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[hopetune]

Robin steps aside as Furina moves forward, bestowing her heart unto the girl, all the confidence of a performer responding to direction in the thrust of her hand—she admires how willingly she gives herself to her role. But this earnest sacrifice is rejected, met instead with Alor's wicked amusement. Robin frowns, an expression so unusual on her face.

"This crow plays such cruel games," she murmurs. And yet here she is, participating in them regardless.

A hand digs through her skirt pocket, feeling for that star-shaped glass and bringing it out as soon as it finds it. Robin looks at it for a moment, watching light bounce through each flat, lilac face. Something in her chest swells like a concerto, the orchestral song of whatever unease and agitation that had been building up now reaching its crescendo. But in the thick noise of her fear, there is a small note of bravery to be found—an acceptance of this responsibility, feeble as a sparrow yet ringing loudly. And so Robin takes hold of this small, feathered thing and surrenders all trust to it.

She takes the pink-haired girl's hand, then presses her heart into her palm. Leaning in, she says softly: "I hope you can use this."

Then everything melts away.

Suddenly, the lights are out. Suddenly, the roomful of puppets becomes a crowdful of fans, a groupful of hands, a faceful of eyes that all close in around her. She feels the sting of a thousand gazes burning through her clothes and searing into her skin. Hands instinctively go to wrap around her body, but they cannot spare anything from the endless scrutiny that surrounds her. The crowd sees all, judges all, desires all. Phantom fingers crawl all over her limbs, hook through her hair, pluck at her wingfeathers. She makes an attempt to cry out, perhaps to scream—but all that comes out is a single, beautiful note. She can hear the crowd cheer. Miss Robin! Perfect Miss Robin! Our lovely Miss Robin! But she finds the name unfamiliar. Miss Robin isn't here, no—there is only a fledgling dove wishing to be free from the cage she finds herself in. The cage that her own dream had built.

was her brother right? should she have stayed in penacony? stayed with him? would it have changed anything? would it have freed her? does it matter if it wouldn't? as long as she was safe, as long as she was safe, as long as she was safe

When the vision fades away, Robin opens her eyes to a void of white. It takes her a moment to realize that her wings had gone to cover her face—a soothing motion done by juvenile Halovians when they weep. Slowly, she lets her wings drop down, though she cannot seem to stop the way they shake.

The classroom is gone. Similar to the room previously, there is only her, her companions, and the pink-haired girl—who holds out the cracked remnants of a heart that hopes. Robin can only stare at them.

@aesthetecomplex

give little anguish

˚ʚ [ #GHSecondSky — week 2 ] ɞ˚

[gojous-exbabymama]

random headcanon about some of the jjk boy’s during sexy time

warning: smut, 18+, mdni, aged up characters, daddy kink, size kink, anal sex, crying, oral(f/m), unprotected sex, fluff, slight angst if you squint, loss of virginity, and injury to reader but nothing serious

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gojou saturo

“that time you sneezed” + “caught a cramp so bad he almost passed out”

- sex with gojou is always fun

- hate to admit it but it’s true

- it’s unpredictable yet super exciting

- don’t tell him that tho or else he’ll never shut up

- your back was arched against the sturdy kitchen table with your legs bent and pushed to your chest

- gojou was thrusting into you just right, hitting that spot deep inside you that had you screaming

- “yes, yes. right there d-dont stop!”

- “right there princess? am i hitting your special spot?”

- “you don’t have to answer that, i know i am~”

- “go on, scream louder for daddy, let em’ know just how good im making you feel”

- if you weren’t too focus on cumming you would of told him to shut the fuck up but he was making you feel good

- and you learned a long time ago that he doesn’t need to hear it from your lips to know, your body spoke for you

- the knot in your belly was growing tighter

- you were so close, your cries letting him know

- gojou glances down at you, watching your tits bounce with each thrust as your face twisted in pleasure

- “aww y/n-chan, i wish you could see the faces you’re making”

- gojou grips a hand to your face, squishing your cheeks together hard

- “soo cute princess~” he coos mockingly, watching as your face scrunched up, eyes going watery and nose twitching

- you felt it right then, the small tickling sensation in your nose that had you breathing picking up

- mustering up all your strength, you pulled your face out of his palm and turned away

- before he could say anything cheeky, you were letting out sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze-

- if gojou wasn’t so balls deep inside you he would of thought it was cute

- but no, your body tensed and jerked with each sneeze that it had you clenching so tight around his cock he couldn’t even move

- the loud whine and groan pulls you out of your sneezing frenzy as you watch gojou’s body shaking, all movement coming to a halt was he tilts his head back

- that’s when you felt it, rope after rope of his hot cum painting your walls

- followed by a loud, painful yelp coming from him as he pulls out swiftly, gripping the back of his thigh

- you sat up quickly but was forced back down from his body weight alone as you feel him go slack against you

- “saturo?” you tapped him but didn’t get a response for a few moments until he shot his head up

- “oh my god, i just came so hard i got a cramp and almost passed out!”

- you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at that as he pouts a little, hands rubbing up and down your sides

- “it wasn’t my fault you were squeezing my dick so tight I couldn’t stop myself”

- “am I hearing the great gojou saturo has no self control?”

- you were only teasing but he took that as a challenge as he gripped your legs, pulling them up and onto his shoulders, his dripping tip rubbing against your folds

- “gojou wait, i need to-need to clean my nose!!”

- he waste no time and pushes his length back inside you, ready to punish you for thinking he was weak

- “leave it, you look cute with a runny nose anyways princess~”

- your face was covered in tears, snot, and his cum by the time he was down with you

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megumi fushiguro

“cumming way to fast” + “that time he accidentally got it in your eye”

- being a sorcerer was stressful asf

- he was exhausted literally all the time and getting injured left him bed bond for most days

- megumi barely had time to even relax

- but that’s what you were there for

- your weren’t one to brag or anything but you thought you were good at sex

- and megumi always made sure to tell you just how good you felt

- weather it’s your pussy squeezing him or the tight feeling of your throat wrapped around his throbbing length

- so to say that you felt a wee bit cocky the first time he came just seconds after bottoming out of you would be an understatement

- but you made sure to comfort him when you notice the pout and frustrated look on his face

- “that’ll never happen again” he mumbled out before cleaning you up

- but it does happen again

- about three more times actually

- and every time he grew more and more pissed at himself

- he was stressed! you knew that so you didn’t knock him if you didn’t finish

- you would tell him that it was ok

- “these kind of things happen gumi’”

- “you’re working yourself too hard baby :/“

- “let me help you relax, pls”

- expect he was never relaxed after cumming so quick inside you

- honestly, you were surprised that he could still get it up from all the stress he carries around

- finally done with finishing first every time, megumi made it his mission to get you right

- which is why he was kneeling between your legs, skirt lifted up with your panties stretched and pulled to the side as he feast on your cunt

- and you were a mess because it has been awhile since you got off and only megumi could make you see stars

- he had you spread wide for him, licking and sucking on your swollen clit that had you moaning just for him

- “ahh megumi please~” you don’t even know what your begging for but he does

- thick fingers thrusting in and out you had you gripping the sheets while your thighs tremble

- tale tale sign that you’re about to cum so he takes his fingers from out of you

- before you could whine at the loss, he’s soon thrusting his tongue inside your weeping pussy, ready to catch everything you give him

- “gumi i-im gonna cum for you!”

- “do it, cum for me kitten, cum right on my tongue”

- your body shook as you cum around the stiff muscle of his tongue, thigh squeezing around his head as you grip and pull on his hair hard

- he lets you come down, pressing kisses along your thighs before he stands up, stripping himself out of his clothes

- switching spots, you kiss along his stomach before reaching for his throbbing cock

- giving small licks against the tip to catch his precum dripping as he groans

- your mouth waters and you don’t wait a second longer before you took him in your mouth

- bobbing your head up and down, moaning when you feel him thrusting slowly in your mouth to match your rhythm

- you were just getting started when your eyes meet his right as you take him to the back of his throat

- big mistake

- the hand that has a grip your hair grows tight as he cums down your throat with a loud groan

- it caught you off guard and you didn’t have much time to prepare for his large load

- you pull off his length with a cough, he’s cum dripping from your lips as his load finishes on your face

- megumi hearing you gasping loudly brings him back to earth when he sees your head slight bent with one of your eyes squeezed shut

- “y/n?” calls as you hiss, shooting him a small glare is when he sees why

- “your cum got in my eye megumi.”

- “i-im sorry ba-“

- “dont just stare get me a towel!!”

- after cleaning you up and feeding you, megumi laid on top of you as you cuddle him closer

- he apologized more than enough you’re gonna have to give him kisses to settle him down

- “it’s ok honey, i still thought it was hot.”

- megumi could only groan, pouting as he watch you grin

- “you could say that i didn’t see it coming, huh huh?”

- megumi groaned once more as he buries his face into your neck

- yeah he definitely wasn’t going to let that happen again

————————————————————————————————————————itadori yuuji

“that time it was your first time” + “was that a mouth on the side of his cheek?”

- bby boi

- you can’t really say what sex is truly like with yuuji

- since you’ve never had it with him because you were a virgin

- and he was fine with that, he’ll wait for as long as you liked

- the first time it almost happened was back in him dorm during his 3rd year

- you both talked about it and agreed to have your first time be together so a week later, yuuji had the perfect night planned for you

- he really pulled out all the stops

- we’re talking warm scented candles, rose petals, soft music playing in the background and your favorite take out

- it was actually really romantic ngl

- after dessert you found yourself laying back on his bed, making out with such passion it left you feeling buzzed

- everything was slow, both your movements gentle when taking off each other clothes

- giggling and kissing the nerves away

- yuuji reached for you bra, getting it undone with easy

- his eyes in your body from your breast down to your thighs rubbing together, pretty pink panties covering center

- “you’re so beautiful baby” he whispers

- it was moment were you took each other in before you reached for his hand, bringing it up to where you wanted him to touch you first

- your eyes closing shut once you feel his warm hand squeezing and caressing your breast, gasping softly when you feel his thumb brushing over your nipple

- his lips leaving yours before kissing down to your neck had you feel needy

- the room filling with sounds of your pleasing sighs and his heavy breathing

- all of it cut short by the sound of a low rugged voice

- “what are you waiting for? just fuck her already”

- your eyes shot open and you couldn’t stop the loud scream from your lips

- because why the fuck was there a mouth on his cheek and an eye under his eye??!?

- once you pulled the sheets over your naked body did yuuji realize what had happened

- he slaps a hand over his cheek so hard he knocked himself out of bed

- ok so maybe he didn’t tell you everything about why he was at the academy and in hindsight, he probably should of told you everything before he had you naked

- after calming you down and getting a ice pack does he tell you about how he ate an ancient cursed finger and now there is a very powerful curse living inside of him

- it was definitely hard for you to wrap your head around this information because you weren’t a sorcerer, you didnt see demons or cursed things or even knew about those kind of things

- so yeah, you were a bit freaked out, a little upset and needed sometime to think so you left

- yuuji understood and gave you as much time as you needed but he was literally dying on the inside without his baby

- he was mopey, quiet, and just overall sad to be around because he missed you so much

- finally after a few days you reached out and invited him over to your place

- tear was shed and yuuji apologizing profusely

- “im sorry y/n i love you so much, i dont want to lose you”

- “you’re not going to lose me yuuji, i love you to much for that to happen just promise me no more secret mkay?”

- he agreed with a kiss that quickly turned heated and you were back in your room

- “he’s not going to..ya know?”

- yuuji quickly shutting it down because “nope, him and i have a deal, he won’t be coming out when it’s just us, i promise”

- that’s enough to put you at ease and soon enough, clothes were thrown off and you two were finally connected

- yuuji thrust were gentle, making it easier for you to get used to his size

- his fingers rubbing circles on your clit left your body shaking and your pussy clenching around him

- and when you both cum at the same time, you’re gripping and holding each other tight

- yeah he may have shedded a tear or two when he came it was just that good

- aftercare king where he cleans you up and cuddles, whispering ‘i love you’s and soft kisses

- “promise me you won’t die yuuji”

- there’s a pause before you feel his lips kiss your forehead

- “im not going anywhere baby, i love you”

- he promised no more secrets but right now he can’t tell you what will happen the day he finds that last finger

- but for now, he’s content with just holding you until then

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aoi todo

“that time you slapped him” + “he literally blew your back out”

- the time you’ve seen todo first time was shirtless

- you were terrified and turned on because what the fuck?

- no seriously, what the fu ck¿!

- dude is massive

- like was it even legal to be that massive?

- and when he dropped his pants for you the first time, you straight up walked out the room because there ain’t no way in hell

- “that thing is not going anywhere near my pussy”

- “please babygirl, just the tip?”

- it took a very, very long time before you even allowed that

- not even when your mouth watered or your pussy went purr

- his cock was just too big

- but after awhile you kinda got used to him once you realize all your insides were still in tact

- you’ve had some sex mishap, that was much was a given since this is todo we’re speak off

- you slapped the shit out of him one time when you heard him moan some idols name while he had his dick down your throat

- you didn’t let him touch you for almost a month

- he learned his lesson quick tho

- or that time he was fucking you standing up

- legs hanging over his broad shoulders while his hands held a tight grip on your ass bouncing you up and down on his thick cock

- you were three rounds in, body hot and covered in sweat

- the room filled with sounds of your moans, his deep grunts and the sickly wet squishing sound of your pussy

- todo was abusing your whole, having just made you squirt all over his cock had sent him into a frenzy, his pace picking up at a new speed

- until he took a step forward, his foot slipping out from under him, sending him falling back but he was quick enough to reach out to grip the dresser behind him

- but not quick enough to stop the stacks of manga from falling on top of you both

- one word to describe sex with this beefy man: passion

- everything he did in bed was always him trying to show just how much of a man he is and that only he could satisfy you

- whenever he was done with you, your limps were sore and achy

- it felt like you ran a marathon then swam six miles and back

- meanwhile he barely broke a sweat

- todo always made sure you were left spent and satisfied

- no matter when or where

- and he saw you bending over, getting a small peak of the underside of your perfect ass, he had to have you

- so that’s how you found yourself in a small closet, it could fit two people comfortably

- but todo made up at least three on his own so there was barely any room but that doesn’t stop him from fucking your ass

- you held your upper half up by gripping onto the shelve in front of you as his large hands grip and squeeze your plush ass

- “thats it babygirl, doing so good”

- it felt so good taking him like this, his heavy balls slapping against your soaked cunt while he pounds his throbbing length in and out your ass

- hands slapping each cheek before leaving you spread open to watch him fuck you

- “f-fuck so tight!” he thrust harder, pushing your body forward “you love when i fuck you with this big cock don’t you?”

- you move a hand back to try and slow his movement but he only grabs it and keeps his held to your back

- “too much d-daddy..s’ too big!”

- but he keeps going, grinning wildly when he heard that

- todo stretched you out good for him and it was still to much cock for you

- your cries and moans bounce off the walls, your grip on the shelf growing loose the faster he went

- he sends another hard spank against your ass before his fingers found your needy clit

- pinching and rubbing quick circles around the bud had you gushing

- “oh fuck yeah, you filthy girl cumming from getting your ass fucked? so dirty”

- your body shakes as you tongue rolls out your mouth, panting and whining like a bitch in heat

- “fucking needy, perfect girl just for me” he growls, his hips picking up speed as he chases his high

- “t-to..slow..down”

- you could barely get any words out, your brain slowly turning to mush as you become nothing but a toy for him to cum inside

- he was going feral, loving that he can turn you so dumb from just his cock alone

- the sound of wood cracking catches your attention before the shelf you’re gripping breaks, sending the front of your body forward down

- the scream you let out make todo halt all his movements, his big hands and large arms holds your middle to keep you up right as you start to sob

- “w-what’s wrong?”

- “can’t move…it hurts!!”

- white hot pain shoot through your back as you body goes stiff

- five hours later you’re being wheeled out the hospital with strict orders to not leave the bed

- you made todo swear not to tell anyone about this and swore on takada’s life that he wouldn’t tell

- but when yuuji comes to visit and ask what happened, here comes this big guy

- “it was my dick, my dick put her in a wheelchair brother!!”

- please slap him again sis

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[strategistandsourwolf]

Stiles doesn’t know why he did it, but it’s too late now and he’s now crying over a fucking Charlie-horse. Any second now a werewolf is going to appear and judge him.

Fury and sadness had welled up inside him—not the first time and not the last—and when the bubble burst he lashed out. Not at someone else, not at a wall, not a pillow, or anything even remotely sensible. He had punched his own leg as hard as he could and screamed. He knows someone heard it, because he got a text alert almost a second later. He knows Scott or Derek or fucking Issac will show up any minute now, probably concerned for him. Definitely concerned, and god, he doesn’t want that. He wants to hold on to his anger a little longer, and get some rage-fueled work done. He wants to be allowed to be angry, and not be talked down and talked down to. He wants to cry over the stupid pain in his stupid leg that he caused, and maybe something more. Maybe a build up of frustrations and loss.

Stiles hears the window open, ignores the shout of his name as he looks up to find Derek wolfed-out and ready to fight something. Typical, fly-off-the-handle Derek-like response. It’s actually kind of nice that he cares enough, he thinks. Stiles also wants to tell him that he’s fine as normally as possible, but it stutters out of him softly. Like an apology.

“I–I’m fine, Derek.”

“What happened?” He demands, claws still at the ready.

“Charlie-horse.”

Derek’s concern shifts from fight to confusion so quickly and apparently Stiles has to wonder why he ever thought the man was stoic. The brows narrow, eyes go to his leg, and those sharp teeth already are gone.

“A Charlie-horse,” he says flatly.

Stiles almost weeps with relief that the concern has all but vanished. Derek is often an excellent source of productivity, even if it usually stems from unintentional—and mutual—aggravation. He shifts from the floor to the bed with minimal wincing, rubbing at the dull ache in his leg muscles.

“Yeah, it’s nothing serious,” he says, eyes sliding away from Derek to his computer screen. He forgot to close it before—

“You screamed in anger, Stiles.” Derek moves across the room, forgoing all rules of common curtesy and looking at the article on the screen.

“It’s not like that,” he snaps back, willing himself to regain some essence of control in this situation. “It’s not a big deal, seriously.”

But Derek’s already reading the words, scrolling down to the bottom of the science article where the numbers are. Where it says the number of months to years they’ve extended people’s lives with their brand new medication. Their actual lives, too. Not a shadow of it, falling apart memory by memory. Stiles looks back to his leg, unable to face the expression forming on Derek’s face now.

“I knew it was coming,” he says to his thigh. “It’s not like it wouldn’t happen, science improves no matter who’s already dead and gone.”

“Stiles…”

“Shut it,” he huffs out, raising his head to glare at Derek. “I don’t want hear it, and you know why. You have to know.”

Derek moves towards him now, hunkering down in front of him and looking him right in the eye. “Platitudes are not my thing.”

Stiles snorts.

“I’ve heard enough of them from extended family and friends during the funerals,” he continues, shrugging. “Mostly the same three ones, but sometimes someone would come up with a new one, or start swearing.”

“My mom’s brother showed up drunk and yelled ‘fuck cancer!’ Really loudly before someone took him aside and explained that it was frontotemporal dementia,” Stiles replies, quirking a weak smile.

“Fuck frontotemporal dementia.”

“Yeah… fuck it.”

Derek hesitates, and Stiles can feel him weighing the words before he asks, “you didn’t get a lot of time with her… after the diagnosis?”

Stiles clenches his hand over the probably bruising area of his leg. The answer is ‘no’, but it’s more nuanced than that. How can he explain his life being cut away with a million little slices? That they were loosing her long before they got an actual diagnosis. That it was scarier before they had a name for it because then, then they still had the idea that it could be fixed.

“It was 3 months,” he grits out. “Before that, though, we had an entire year of fear and confusion. She got sick a lot, too. Weird infections or skin sores from not remembering to take care of herself.”

Derek’s hand appears in his field of vision, startling him. He isn’t going to…?

Stiles opens his mouth to tell him that this isn’t what they do, it’s not who they are. But nothing comes out as the hand turns his away from clutching at his jeans and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“You can let it out,” is all Derek says.

Stiles starts to shake.

“You can let it out.”

So he does.

[lemons3ason]

Loving Wife (Smut)

(Gyomei x Reader)

Warning: Breeding

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The way your name fell from his lips made you shudder, you understood his work as a Hashira but these long missions always took a toll on your poor heart. Yet here he was, your strong handsome husband holding you in his arms while moaning your name as your rode his impressive and needy cock. He almost never asked for sex, you would always just ask for his touch when you were incredibly needy but tonight when he returned from his mission he practically begged for it in the softest tone he could muster, now he laid back holding your hips as your weeping pussy milked out every drop of his cum. You whined to the wide stretch of your walls as your loving husband filled you, leaning forward your breasts pressed against his chiseled chest while you stole a kiss. He moaned against your soft lips, a single hand cupping your cheek, his touch made your heart race.

“(Y/n), my love, my muse, my everything. I love you so much it hurts to be away from you, I’ve missed you so much.”, Gyomei sighed pressing kisses to your neck. His large hands roamed your body taking in every detail to repaint the picture he had of you in his mind. So beautiful, no doubt everyone else was envious of him for having you as his loving loyal wife. Your cunt fluttered against his thick member, his words made you so happy and wet, he made you feel so good. Your sweet moans greeted his ears making him smile, he pleased you so well that you couldn’t help but cry out to let him know. The pad of his middle finger touched your swollen clit making you tense up around him, you were sensitive from the stretch of your walls but Gyomei wanted to make you drunk with pleasure that only he could provide you. Red stained his face with each kiss you gave him, his body was hot from all the affection you were giving him but the blind man wanted more.

“Yes Gyomei, fill me up. I’ve missed the heat of your seed inside me, this past two months without you were miserable. I’ve missed you so much. Please fill me my love.”, you begged softly bouncing your hips desperately.

The large Hashira smiled at you before grabbing your hips and pushing you down to the hilt of his cock, you whined as the head of his swollen cock rubbed your special spot inside. He changed positions gently laying you on your back, your legs wrapped around his waist as you reached up to cup his cheeks. “I love you so much Gyomei.”, you purred receiving a tender kiss to the palm of your right hand.

His fingers laced with yours by the sides of your head, his lips captured yours in a passionate kiss, and his hips began to plunge into you. The strange symphony of skin and skin, moans, and declarations of love quickly filled the candle lit room. Gyomei was so passionate with each thrust he made into your wet pussy. You could feel his cock twitching with its impending release and begged for it inside. You wanted to start his family, you wanted to bless him with a child so he had more of a reason to come home from his missions.

“Inside Gyo, please release it inside my love.”, you begged tears falling from your eyes from the overstimulation to your inner walls.

“Anything for you my love, If that is what you wish then I’ll gladly fulfill it.”, Gyomei smiled softly readjusting your legs so he could have full access to your deepest parts. With your knees now by your head the raven haired man leaned in for another wet kiss tangling his tongue in yours, the front balls of his feet buried into the futon allowing him just the right leverage to fuck your womb. Your toes curled, your moans became pleasant screams, and your pussy are up his thick veiny cock with each thrust he made into your small body.

“My beautiful wife.”, he sighed kissing the side of your head.

Your slick coated his cock allowing it to plunge into you easily, your toes curled against his shoulders but he could merely chuckle at the sensation against his skin.

“Y-yes Gyomei don’t stop.”, you trembled.

He moaned your name, his heavy balls pulsate against your ass as he begins to release thick ropes of creamy cum into your awaiting womb. You moan loudly as your whole body reacts to the almost forgotten feeling of his seed filling you, and yet it’s not enough for Gyomei. He continues to rut his hips into you through his orgasm making you squeal and cry as your body burns from the pleasurable heat. He’s groaning against your ear with each of his final thrusts enjoying the way your walls suck him in despite the intense stretch they just endured. Once you’ve both settled, you both pant for air. Gyomei is careful not to squish you under his weight and shifts onto his back keeping you on his chest as his half hard cock keeps his seed inside of you.

“The night is still young my love shall we continue? Or are you satisfied?”, he hums kissing your plump lips.

You cup his cheek, returning the kiss and lazily roll your hips against him until you feel his cock hardening up inside of your walls. His pretty wife deserved only the best.

[simp4ace]

Hi ♡ I would love to put in a request for the Ace event! The prompt "If you don't stop crying, I won't be able to kiss you." would be absolutely perfect 🥺 if the slots are full pls ignore but thank you sm 🥺🥺🥺

Eve my love!!! Thank you for being so patient with me🥺 Hereby, may I provide you the fluffiest, sweetest fic ever with bby Ace<33 And don't you worry, there's no angst; it's your favorite hurt/comfort type hehe :> I hope you will like it❤ Again, thank you for joining the event and being a great supporter all this time ily 🥰🥰🥰

❤Loving Portgas D. Ace❤

Day 5: "If you don't stop crying, I won't be able to kiss you." ~ Ace x Gn!reader

It was one of those days when nothing worked out for you.

It was from small, annoying details like not fitting in your old dress anymore, having your phone running out of battery, to more displeasing and irritating things like being scolded by your boss and ... fighting with your boyfriend.

You didn't know how or why it started, but the last category undoubtedly was the last straw for your patience and sanity. What's coming would come, with all the stresses and discomforts piled up from before until now, you finally dissolved into tears as the rage ran red through your brain.

Ace was dumbfounded. He was about to argue back when he saw you breaking down crying, and to be honest, he didn't see that coming at all. Ace wasn't the most delicate boyfriend; he didn't notice the signs, didn't see the tired look on your face, nor realized the way you raised your voice impatiently with him. These were all red flags. He should have known.

However, being the sweet and loving boyfriend he was, Ace immediately pulled you into his laps, hugging you tight and patting your back comfortingly. He didn't know what was wrong or what he had done to make you this distraught, but he wanted to help. Seeing you crying so pitifully broke his heart like nothing else; Ace didn't like that.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, baby." He frantically repeated his apology, punctuating each "sorry" with a soft kiss on your hair, "Please don't cry...please. Can you tell me what I had done wrong? I won't argue back, love. Let's talk this out this time."

His feather-light kisses and his sincere, gentle words gradually soothed the turmoil within you; however, you couldn't bring yourself to stop sobbing. It was as if you hadn't cried for a long time, and when you started, it just kept ... streaming down uncontrollably.

"It's ... it's just so exhausting." You quavered, "Everything! I-I feel so ... fired and basically ... basically every little thing can set me off. Even the most trivial ones." Pausing a little to snuff loudly, you kept venting, and in the meantime, Ace patiently listened to it all; one hand never stopped rubbing small circles on your back while the other caressed your hair lovingly. "The boss told me off today, and... and my work is a mess, there are ... just so many deadlines... and ..."

The list of the "and" seemed nonstop, and so did your tears, yet Ace didn't complain even once. He just whispered, "I'm here now." "You've worked hard, baby." and "It's ok." in between your weeping, and little did he know how magical those words sound to you...

"I'm sorry." You said, at last, still sobbing to his warm chest, "I've been ... unreasonable. You ... you didn't do anything wrong, Ace. It was just me..."

"Hey, hey, it's alright, baby. Isn't the benefit of having a boyfriend is to vent?" Ace smiled as he pecked your forehead softly. "I'm sorry for raising my voice with you, baby, next time I won't. I would let you scream at me as much as you want, so that you would feel better."

"You silly," You mirrored his smile, feeling the warmth fill your tired body, "I love you, Ace."

"I know, hehe. Do you feel better now, baby? Is there anything else I can do for my firefly?" He cooed, and you burst into a fit of giggles, though tears were still on the corner of your eyes.

"Mmmm, maybe ... a kiss?"

There were mischievous glints in Ace's eyes as he spoke slyly:

"Aww, but if you don't stop crying, I won't be able to kiss you, baby, you know that?"

"I'm not crying anymore," You huffed, weeping your tears away, only to receive a skeptical look from your boyfriend.

"Hmm, but your nose is still running?"

"What? No, I'm no-"

But before you could finish your sentence, Ace had already swallowed all your words to his mouth; his lips pressed softly and sweetly on yours at first, before it turned to a more ravenous, passionate kiss. You could see that naughty light flickering in his eyes again as the freckled whispered between two breaths.

"Y/n, I don't think just a kiss would be enough to cheer you up? Maybe something more, how does that sound?"

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day 1, 2, 3, 4

[giorno-plays-piano]

Imagine orc!Lee using his size to intimidate others. As soon as he steps out of his vehicle the car almost bounces from the weight being lifted from it. He leans into your vehicle just to let you know how much bigger he is than you. Not just that but he mentions how much smaller you are compared to him.

How could you do this to me 😫

Who We Really Are

Pairing: orc!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Warnings: dubcon, forced marriage, breeding, allusion to kidnapping, usual filth.

Words: 3347.

P.S. I’M SORRY BUT IT’S NOT MY FAULT, BLAME THIS ASK!

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“You gotta be careful, little one.” Sheriff smirks, but you can see a glimpse of concern in his eyes when he blocks your way to your car, looking down at you from his height as if you’re a little girl - compared to probably the finest orc in your town you are, indeed. “That gas tank of yours is no good. You better replace it soon.”

You nod, unable to look him straight into the eyes as he watches you, his pants becoming painfully tight at the thought of fucking you into his bed till you’re a mewling mess with your legs spread wide for him, asking him to pump you full of his cum. You know sheriff likes you, you see that hungry look in his eyes, the way he treats you, how softly he speaks to you while barking at anyone else around. You know Lee’s been looking for a wifey for quite some time: for orcs who often marry early he’s pretty late, being too busy with his career and election. But now it looks like he’s getting impatient, and you get a little nervous knowing you might be very much one of his candidates.

“I get you’re intimidated by him.” Your colleague Annie says while putting canned meat on the shelves, you doing the same close to her. “Guess we all are, man’s a damn sheriff! But I think Lee’s one fine man, and you always gonna have food on the table, be respected by townsfolk, you know.”

“You say it as if he’s already proposed to me.” You murmur, slightly embarrassed and trying not to think of his large figure looming over you, his thick thighs and strong, beefy arms radiating heat.

“I won’t be surprised if he will.” Annie smirks, winking at you. “It’s orcs breeding season. Unless you don’t like him because he’s an orc?”

“Jeez, you know it’s not true!”

She laughs at you: being a half-orc, she always teases you about human-orc relationships, telling you to go find yourself a good orc husband, a real man ready to protect you. Sometimes she hints that orc men are way better lovers than human, and you have to shush her before your cheeks start burning. What a shameless woman!

But you know she’s right: just one look at Lee’s muscled but chubby body makes you embarrassed as you imagine him taking you on his lap while he kisses you, his large tongue in your mouth, his hands caressing the inner side of your thighs. You’re pretty sure he has a monstrous cock, and it both scares and excites you. Sometimes in your dreams you ride him, and your belly swells with his seed when he cums so much his sperm leaks down your thighs. You like to imagine him getting angry at you and fucking you till you cry and plead him to stop, your womb stuffed with his hot cock milk. You don’t know, but Lee has same dreams, every evening imagining you on your knees with your pretty little mouth wide open to fit his fat cock. He wanna fuck you so bad he barely contains himself from going to you and banging at your door at night. It’s pretty easy: you live next to him.

And yet, even if you admit you’re attracted to him, something stops you, something dark and heavy in his eyes when he looks at you, something telling you sheriff Lee isn’t your ordinary lovestruck young man, and you stay away from him, unsure why but unwilling to look too long into the abyss, afraid of what you might find there. Anyway, you aren’t even sure you didn’t imagine his looks, and maybe he has no intention to have any relationships with you. Annie laughs when you tell her that.

The night when you heard Lee yelling loudly in your house, waking you up, is like any other night - except that your house is on fire, your kitchen’s in flames, and your head is heavy from the smell of burning wood and plastic when you wake up, barely able to move in your bed. Lee’s already in your bedroom, and he covers you with what seems like a large wet towel, wrapping you in it and lifting you in the air as if you weight nothing. Everything around grows bright orange when fire gets closer, and an orc quickly carries you into the corridor, holding his breath - flames are eating your old red carpet and a beautiful drawer you’ve been so proud of, but there’s no time to save anything, the house will be gone soon even if firefighters arrive the next minute. You’re lucky sheriff couldn’t sleep and saw the fire starting, otherwise you’d be already dead.

When you wake up in a hospital, your head hurts and the smell of burning plastic is everywhere despite the fact the room is clean, and fresh air gets through a slightly open window. When the doctor explains you what happens, the only one you want to see is Lee. He’s waiting in the corridor, his arms bandaged, he has burn scars on his face, but it should bother you, sheriff says. Orc’s skin is much tougher than human, and these marks would be gone in a matter of two or three weeks. You cry when he tells you your house is gone. All your possessions are gone with it, too, and you has nothing left, not even a penny in your pocket. How could it happen?

“Your gas tank, honey.” Sheriff says, and you cover your face with your palms, weeping. Of course, the gas tank. You should have replaced it years ago, and Lee was reminding you about it every damn week.

Yes, the house’s partly insured, but all your documents and valuable belongings are gone. You don’t even have a place to stay, and you don’t know if there’s a shelter in your town.

“Don’t bother.” Lee says, looking at officers wanting to say something with such an expression his men back off immediately, unwilling to anger their boss further. “You can stay at my place. You’re my neighbor, anyway.”

You doubt it’s something casual for a neighbor to do, but you don’t complain: thank goodness Lee’s kind enough to give you a place to live before you’ll figure something out. You know you can call Annie, but she has three kids, and you living in their small house would only make things more difficult. You shouldn’t be scared of a sheriff, right? Someone like him wouldn’t do anything to you. In the end, he’s the one who saved your life.

You agree to come to him, grateful for his kindness. His house isn’t fancy, but it’s clean and warm, and you have the whole room to yourself in exchange for cooking: Lee’s often busy with his work, and he barely has time for house choirs.

Living with him seems easy enough when you don’t see him getting out of the bathroom half naked or catch him looking at you when he thinks you don’t see. It’s hard to concentrate cooking if sheriff watches you - in fact, it’s hard to do anything when he’s there, his eyes roaming over your body, and you think you can see him getting hard. You hope you’ve just imagined it, and sheriff is simply interested in what you’re doing - he hasn’t been living with anyone since he left his parents to be on his own.

When one day he catches you looking at him, he’s just had a bath, and the towel is wrapped tightly around his chubby belly, the fabric too short to hid his big, strong legs. Your cheeks grow hot in an instant when Lee gets dangerously close, and you’re pretty much pressed into the wall when he looms over you, his huge body completely blocking the light.

“Listen, little one, I’m tired to play these games.” He growls into your face, and you accidentally lick your lips when you see his tusks so close, dreaming to touch them with your kitten tongue. Ooh, Lee gets so angry looking at you, and you feel his horse cock pressing into your belly as he slams you into the wall. “Shit, you think it’s funny what you’re doing to me? I’ll fuck your brains out, little bitch.”

You don’t know if you’ve been asking for it, doing your best to keep your thoughts to yourself, but you neither scream nor run when sheriff tears down your panties, his tongue in your mouth, his fingers touching your bare pussy softly beneath your skirt, his warm, chubby belly pressing into your body as his towel falls down the floor. You have no idea if he uses something on you, but your head’s cloudy and vision blurry when Lee kisses you like this, and soon you’re finally licking his tusks while he fingers you, sitting on his lap just like you always wanted to, his monstrous cock so fucking big you think he’ll break you in half.

“Think you can’t take it?” He chuckles, watching you stare at his shaft nervously. “You’re one fine bitch, honey. You’re made to cum on top of orc’s cock.”

His rough fingers massage you so well you cum from them alone, your eyes rolling inside your skull with your kitten tongue hanging out of your mouth. You don’t realize you’re in his bed until Lee presses you face into the sheets, and you feel his smell when he fucks you with his long, slimy tongue until you start to writhe, moaning and wining and asking for his cock. Lee’s getting impatient, you feel it, but he does his best, slowly bottoming you out till you can’t speak anymore, pain and pleasure mixing in one strange feeling as the tip of his cock is kissing your womb. It’s so good, it’s so good when he’s rubbing all the right spots, filling you full, his big, warm body embracing yours, so much smaller and softer. You mewl like a kitten for him, your cunt aching when Lee starts to move, and you’re both crying and pleading for more when he fucks you in his bed, and you get to touch his face, shoulders and chubby belly, feel his thick thighs and hips pressing into yours. Sex with an orc is so good, you mewl to him to see his dirty grin when Lee goes harder on you, soon filling your baby room to the brim with his fat cum. But he’s not done yet, oh no, what an orc stops after cumming just once? He gotta make sure he blows his load inside of you as many times as he can even if tomorrow you won’t be able to leave his bed. Lee would even prefer it that way.

When you woke up next morning, his side of the bed is empty, and you sigh, hiding beneath a comforter, deep sense of shame suffocating you when you remember the details of last night. What have you done? How could you sleep with Lee Bodecker, town’s sheriff, while not even being in relationship with him? Yes, you have always been attracted to him, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is your completely ruined reputation when people will learn about what you’ve done. What would Lee tell them about you? How were you going to live with it now?

Slowly getting up and wrapping a comforter around yourself, you shivered, looking at the nightstand and hoping to find some note from him, anything at all to comfort yourself that you didn’t make a terrible mistake.

You expect to find anything but a marriage certificate with your name on it.

Grabbing it immediately, you look at it while thinking it’s some kind of joke. Maybe you weren’t in your right mind yesterday, deciding to sleep with sheriff, but you most certainly didn’t leave the house to get married to him. It is ridiculous. Besides, it was already late when he pinned you to his bed, how would you get a certificate anyway?

But the longer you look at it, the less fake it appears to be, both sheriff’s and your signatures there along with a stamp. How could it happen? Did you suffer from amnesia or something? No, no, you didn’t. The only way to explain it was if Lee got the certificate without you, faking your signature. But who on Earth would do it? Who would agree to issue this paper in such illegal way?

Oh, people would do it for an almighty orc sheriff. You know they would.

Hearing some sound coming from the corridor, you keep a comforter closer to you and run, opening the door to see a surprised Lee in his uniform walking on tiptoe. He blinks, watching you holding a certificate in your trembling hands, and his gaze becomes heavier. However, you don’t even know what to say. You don’t understand what’s happening even the slightest bit until you think it was true sheriff was looking for a wife, and it horrifies you how barbaric Lee might turn out to be. No, wait, it can’t be true, can it? He’s the sheriff. He wouldn’t do it. Would he?

“Was it you?” You manage to mumble, and now all you’re thinking about is the explosion and your old gas tank. What if it has been his fault all along, too? The thought chills you to the bone. “The fire...”

You don’t finish the sentence when a huge orc looms over you, his face distorted by anger, and you take a step back, frightened by the change in his demeanor when his heavy hand lands on your shoulder. “What? You think it’s me who did that? That’s what you think of me, little one?”

“No, I... I-” You don’t know what to say, afraid to make him mad but also thinking that destroying your gas tank didn’t seem like something Lee - or any other sane man - would do. You could still see burn scars on his arms he was covering the best he could with his uniform, reminding yourself it was him who pulled you from a house fire in the middle of the night. Regardless of what happened yesterday, you still owed him your life. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“Good.” He snorts, turning back and getting his shoes while you just stand there watching him, a certificate still in your hand. "I don't have time for this now. I need to go to work."

You still can't get over what just happened, your mind wandering to you being married to Lee while you certainly didn't remember agreeing to it or him even asking you if you wanted to spend your life with him. Even if he didn't do anything to your gas tank, marrying you to him without asking seemed completely mad. Even for orcs eager to get married it was something totally unbelievable; there has always been a courtship period before an official ceremony.

"Is it real?" You asked, barely having enough courage to voice your thoughts when Lee looked at you again. "This... is it real?"

He's puffing like a steam engine, getting close to you again, his chubby belly pressing into yours. "Yeah it's real. What else?"

What else? What else? Was he serious?

You find yourself at loss for words, gasping for air. Lee married you. He seriously did it. It wasn't a joke.

Not knowing what to say, you think how little he cared about the law he was meant to represent, doing something as crazy as this. He didn't even ask you, though you knew what he was going to say if you started questioning him, "You have fucking slept with me, woman. You can even be pregnant with my child now, and you bother me with some formalities how I got the certificate?"

But it still didn't feel right that he didn't need your consent. Why? Did he think you'd outright reject him after what happened between you? Lee knew you had no one by your side, no suitors of any kind. Why didn't he bother to have a courtship period like everybody else?

Well, he isn't going to give you a divorce now over something like this, that's for sure. If he went as far as to have an illegal marriage registration, he surely was gonna keep you. You didn’t want to think what would happen if you tried telling police or anyone else how things were. Besides, even if you will get an annulment or something, people gonna call you sheriff’s whore till the end of your life, and this was your fault. You slept with him. You did it, and no annulment could change it.

"You could at least get me a wedding dress." You muttered in defeat, lowering your eyes down. "Didn't want to bother even with it?"

Feeling his large, warm hand on the side of your face, caressing your gently, he gives you a hearty laugh as if you amuse him, his eyes growing warmer when he hears you talking. "Wanna have a dress, honey? You'll get a dress.”

You look at him wide-eyed, unsure your heard him right. You thought he was going to scold you and call you names for being so ungrateful: he let you into his house while asking for so little in return and ended up marrying you while you had pretty much nothing to offer him but yourself.

“Call Lorraine and say sheriff needs it done in three days, alright? Her number's in the phone book."

Lorraine McCain, the best dressmaker in town. Her services always cost an arm and a leg, but she knows her job well, and if a girl is lucky enough to order Lorraine's dress, she's gonna boast about it all the time, showing off in front of her girlfriends until somebody else gets a new Lorraine’s dress.

"We'll make things right. Do the ceremony, have guests, all that sort of stuff, yeah?" He said, nuzzling against your cheek, his warm belly touching yours. "We'll talk about it when I come back, alright? Now take care of that dress of yours."

Perplexed with his sudden change of mood, you don't say anything again, your arms softly touching the back of his mighty neck when Lee leaves a clumsy kiss on your cheek, his tusks barely tickling your skin, and you smile unconsciously, enjoying his touch. Did he make the certificate because he thought you'd reject him? Now it definitely seemed like it. Why would he treat you so kindly otherwise? Maybe it's his way of showing his feelings without a risk of being refused, though you still think Lee is very barbaric even for an orc.

"Alright." You whisper when your husband presses a brief kiss to your knuckles, feeling soft. "I'll be waiting for you then."

"My good little wifey." Lee smirks when he sees you calming down and unwilling to fight him - he was afraid you'd turn on him after seeing that certificate and he'd have to lock you in the house until he spends enough nights fucking you into submission, but you really are his best girl. "We're gonna have a good life, I promise.”

Yeah, having a ceremony seemed right, he thinks in the car, looking at his house. He didn't plan to stop filling you up, and if you'd be already visibly pregnant by the time he brings you to church, townsfolk gonna start nasty rumors, for sure. Of course, he'd silence them all - he wasn't called the biggest orc in town for nothing, mind him being a sheriff - but it seemed too bothersome while he could just get things done in a couple of days, a week at the latest. Besides, the elections are getting close.

Shit, he was one lucky bastard, Lee grinned, thinking of your sweet cunt leaking with his cum once he was done with you. You'll surely be his pretty little wifey in front of everyone and a damn bitch in heat for him behind the closed doors.

_____________

Didn’t do the taglist for this one since it’s a completely new fandom for me 😌

[dracowars]

I was wondering if you can write one with harry for me? Where harry and reader are dating around when sirius died in order of the phoenix and harry is very depressed about the stiuation and slowly disassociates from the reader and when he/she wanted to talk about it and lighten the weight on his shoulders harry says sth to reader along the lines "you are not my family and you are not my home" and a big fight eventually harry realises what he has done and gets very upset bc he loves her/him so much. They eventually make up but i want drama and tears you know lol i will be very happy if you can write this!!

don't shut me out | harry potter

pairing: harry x gryffindor!reader

word count: 2,5k

summary: where harry shuts y/n out after sirius' death

a/n: my first harry one shot, yayy! thank you for sending in this request <3

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of death

universe: harry potter

"Please write an essay about the effects of the Anti-Paralysis Potion until next week", Professor Snape grimly finishes his lesson and immediately chaotic murmur breaks out in the classroom when all the other students pack up their things and leave for their well deserved break.

You on the other hand calmly close your book and slowly slide it into your bag before getting up from your seat with a sigh, but not without taking another look at the empty seat in front of you first.

Harry did not show up for class again today. This is the third time this week and even when he is in one of his courses, his mind is not there with him.

A week ago he returned to the common room, devastated, and Ron and Hermione even had to support him so he would not fall over. The only thing you knew at that time was that they were on a secret mission at the Ministry of Magic, but you did not know what a terrible disaster happened.

Harry did not exchange a word with you and went straight to bed that evening, leaving you behind confused and ignorantly until Hermione told you about the recent events. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather and last living relative, was killed right in front of his eyes through his own cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. While Hermione told you what happened, tears were already uncontrollaby streaming down your face.

You knew exactly how much he meant to Harry.

Now that Harry has also lost the last remaining member of his family, he has shut himself off completely, hiding from the world, from his friend and also from you. Any attempts to talk to him have failed, but you keep a close eye on him everyday.

If he does not shown up at dinner again, you bring him a plate full of his favorite food to his room, even if it is without his consent, just to find it barely touched in the morning. If he misses another of his lessons again, you always take even more detailed notes than usual that you later give him so he is able to catch up on what he has missed so far, just to watch the pile grow bigger and bigger.

Every time you enter his room, it breaks your heart when you have to see how your boyfriend, whose face has lost all color by now, looks at you with such sad eyes and cannot even utter a different word at you than a simple 'thank you'. It pains you to see him like this, but he won't let you get to him anymore, he won't let you or his best friends help him.

He shuts himself off the world completely.

"Ms. Y/L/N", Snape suddenly approaches you as you are about to make your way out of the classroom. You look up at your grouchy professor, full of expectation and also a little scared.

"Tell Potter if he does not show up for my class one more time, he will fail", he explains seriously and you can only nod while his cold stare is fixed on you. "Very good."

Turning around, you quickly run out of the door and meet Ron and Hermione in the hallway in front of it, waiting for you.

"What took you so long? I am starving", Ron asks you oblivious as you make your way through the crowd of students in the direction of the Great Hall.

"Snape held me from going. If Harry does not show up for class soon, he will fail in all of his courses", you mutter and your thoughts immediately wander back to him and how he is doing right now.

"Snape can't do that! Dumbledore will not allow it anyway. Everyone knows what happened and no one is this cruel", Hermione breathes out in shock.

"We are still talking about Snape, you know that, right?", Ron replies, only catching an annoyed look from her at his words.

"I will talk to Harry again. Well, at least I will try", you sigh exhaustedly and just before reaching the Great Hall, you leave your friends alone and run up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, entering it after saying the correct password.

Waisting no time, you walk up the stairs to the boys' dormitories and timidly knock on the door. Nothing, not a single sound comes from the inside when you knock a second time.

"Harry? It's me, Y/N. May I come in-"

"Get out!", his voice angrily shouts at you through the door and you back away in shock. There is so much sorrow in his voice, so much pain, so much fear.

So much hate.

"I am not going anywhere", you answer firmly and stand your ground before carelessly opening the door.

The sight that greets you when you enter lets your eyes widen to the maximum. The entire room has been demolished, your carefully written notes scattered in snippets on the floor, his books torn apart next to it and the whole furniture turned over.

And in the middle of it all there is Harry, breathing heavily, as emaciated as you have never seen him before, his hands clenched into fists, his fingernails already painfully digging into his palms. The expression on his face blank when his gaze meets yours.

Without saying a word, you slowly and carefully walk towards him, trying not to stumble over anything on the floor until you stand in front of him. And then you wait.

Wait for him to finally open up to you, wait for him to finally let everything out.

But he turns away.

"Harry", you breathe out barely audible and reach for his hand, which he pulls away in the last second, his eyes on the ground and his back to you.

"Go", he orders, now without any emotion in his voice.

Refusing to listen to his words and let him push you away another time, you circle him to stand right in front of him again.

"I said go!", he aggressively yells at you, but you are quick to catch his face between your hands and lift it up so he has to look at you, taking a good look at him while softly pressing your palms to his cheeks.

His cheeks are still damped from the numerous tears that have flowed over them, and his eyes are glassy, almost fragile.

"I am here for you", you claim in a low voice to not scare him away while you look deep into his eyes, in which you discover nothing but emptiness. "I can help you if you would just let me, Harry. Please don't shut me out."

For a brief moment there is silence, somehow pleasant and safe as it has always been between the two of you. In the next moment, however, your hopes are destroyed.

"I don't need your damn help!", he yells at you again and pulls away from you, running his hands through his hair desperately while you stay frozen in place.

You almost had him.

"You do need me! You can't just lock yourself up here for weeks, Harry!", you raise your voice as well, desperation evident in it.

"You can't tell me what to do!", he loudly shouts and the look he throws at you is again full of nothing but hatred.

"What happened to Sirius is horrible, but you have to move on some day and you can't do that if you do not talk to someone about it. I am your girlfriend and-"

"Exactly. You are just my girlfriend and not my family!", Harry angrily spits out all of a sudden, his words catching you off guard and you could swear how your heart has split into half right at this second. "You are not and never will be my home, get that into your head! I am sick of you, Y/N! How you pamper me like I am a fucking child and never know when to stop!"

"A-Are you serious r-right now?", you let out a trembling sob, the strength to scream at him gone when a tear rolls down your cheek. You look at him with complete disappointment, at the boy whom you love so much, who just hurt you so deep as you would have never imagined him to.

"Get the hell out of here!"

"Do you even hear what you are saying? You do not really mean that. Tell me that you do not mean that, Harry!"

"It is the only thing that I want", he grinds his teeth and you nod understandingly while wiping away your tears.

"Fine. If I can never be your home anyway, then I guess this is where it ends", you sniff and walk past him, your gaze lowered as you go out of the room and let the door slam shut behind you.

And he does not even follow you.

Deeply hurt and with a broke heart, you barely make it to your dorm room, where you slide down the closed door with your back and pull your knees close to your shaking body, weeping bitterly.

You do not know how long you sat there and just cried your eyes out, but when you hear Hermione's worried voice behind you, it is already dark outside and you missed all of your classes.

Exhausted, you let yourself fall into your soft mattress, hiding your tear stained face from your roommates, but of course Hermione immediately senses that something is wrong.

She approaches you carefully as to not frighten you and sits down next to you on your bed, stroking your back up and down soothingly, which in return only makes you cry harder into your pillow. After several minutes you finally manage to calm down and sit up.

Hermione looks at you speechless, does not urge you to tell her about what happened at all, but you do it anyway as it almost gushes out of you. And so you spend the whole night in your bed talking.

The next morning you are sitting in the Great Hall at breakfast, completely exhausted. While Ron allows himself another joke with Hermione, you stare down at your empty plate, your stomach not wanting to be filled.

"Did you finally got Harry back to his senses, Y/N?", Ron asks you out of nowhere, pulling you out of your deep thoughts, and you interpret a teasing tone in his voice.

Your eyes filling with tears in a matter of seconds, you abruptly get up and leave the hall, leaving a confused Ron and an angry Hermione behind as you run back into the common room and into your own room.

Again you let yourself fall to the floor behind the closed door, your arms crossed over your drawn up knees, your forehead resting on top. Without meaning to, your sobs get stronger by every second, shaking through your body while your breath speeds up to an unhealthy pace.

Your head and your heart just do not want to understand that what you and Harry once had is over, once and for all. That you will never wake up in his cozy, warm arms again. That you will never feel his tender touch again. And above all, that you can never look at him the same way you did before.

You lost him for good this time.

The sudden knock on the wooden door behind you causes your head to jerk up in surprise. Not sure if you just imagined it, you stay silent for a moment and hold back your crying.

Another gentle knock.

"Please leave me alone, Hermione", you sniff and lower your head again.

"Y/N", his voice sounds muffled from the other side unexpectedly and your heart leaps painfully.

You always loved the way he pronounced your name, how easily it slides off his tongue. Since your first meeting, back then on platform 9¾ where you immediately fell in love with him head over heels.

Speechless, you are unable to move or say anything, just blinking away your tears.

"I know that you are in there. I can hear you crying", he softly speaks to you through the door and finally causes you to get up from the ground and open the door with a swing.

"What do you want?", you calmly ask him, trying not to show the emotions going through your head right now, and avoid eye contact while playing with the hem of your sweater. It takes a moment for Harry to contain himself, the sight of your fragile figure like pure horror in his eyes.

A sight for which he is guilty. He alone did this to you.

After clearing his throat, he searchs for the right words to make everything alright again, to fix everything he said, anything just so he does not have to see you this devastated. However, there is not a single sound coming out of his mouth.

"If you have nothing to say, get out", you order with all your might and try to sound as serious and emotionless as possible, trying to hold back your rising tears.

At least until you suddenly end up in his warm, safe arms after he pulls you into a bone crushing hug before you could close the door on him. A hug you both needed more than necessary.

"I am such a stupid idiot", Harry whispers in your ear, also having trouble to hide his sadness. "You just wanted to be there for me and I pushed you away even though you could have given me exactly what I needed."

His words only make you more emotional and turn you into a crying mess, your face hiding in his chest. His hand slowly rubs over your back to calm you down. Your legs begin to tremble harder and Harry has to hold you upright with all his strength to not let you fall.

"I-I just could not accept that I was alone", Harry sighs as he listens to your sobs until you finally push yourself weakly away and stand in front of him, an arm's length apart.

"You are not alone", you choke out and Harry gives you a small, tender smile before closing the gap between you and gently placing his hand on your cheek. With his fingers he strokes the strands of hair out of your face that are already stuck to your skin due to the tears.

"I realized that too, sweetheart", he confirms and tilts your head towards him to leave a soft kiss on your forehead. "I can't erase what terrible things I said to and threw at you, but please believe me when I tell you that that I did not mean a single word. I just did not know how to move on and you were there to receive all of my anger.. Do you forgive me?"

"Only if you never shut me out like that again. I will always be here for you and take care of you, Harry. No matter what, I will stay", you answer, also with a tiny smile on your lips and when he returns it before connecting your lips you, the world around you suddenly becomes more colorful and bright again.

"I promise."

[theramenbandit]

27 and 41 (supercorp) for the prompt please!!!

From this post here

Describe how I’ll combine them: Like so.

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Kara is bleeding. Kara’s not supposed to be bleeding.

Fear was not foreign to Lena. In fact, in all of Lena’s years, she has found that fear was quite the constant. It has become something of an annoying neighbor: loud and obnoxious, always unwelcome, never invited. Potentially dangerous to confront, but may also, if you ignore it for long enough, go away on its own.

Fear came around again today. But something about today was different.

Today, Fear clouds her vision, clamps down like a vise grip on her chest, sends her heart plummeting to her gut. 

Kara is lying flat on her back, motionless. Her breathing is shallow, and the pool of dark, dark red around her grows as the gash on her side weeps profusely. 

“Supergirl!” Lena yells, half hysterical as she rushes over to the heroine. She kneels next to Kara, frantically assessing the damage, applying pressure to the wound with both hands. It oozes some more when she does, and her panic threatens to overtake her. She growls into her comms for a medic.

Concrete slabs and large chunks of debris surround them, the aftermath of an all-out brawl. Her suit was compromised early in the fight, and the Kryptonite had already begun to leak in. By the time Kara threw herself in front of Lena to shield her from a piece of cargo ship hull, she was already sluggish, exhausted, and decidedly not indestructible.

“Lena,” Kara whispers hoarsely, “hey.” 

“Hey, hi. You’re going to be fine, okay?” Lena fights to keep her voice level and calm, even as her pulse thunders, seeks to beat right out of her skin.

“Okay.” Kara tries for a smile, but only manages to grimace. In the next moment, she's coughing up blood, and then her eyes roll back and she falls unconscious. 

“Kara? Kara! Where is that goddamned medic?”

--

Two full days pass. Two full days of anxiety and impatience and sleeplessness. Two full days of not knowing when, if Kara would wake up. Lena spends both of those days outside of the medbay. She couldn't bring herself to look at Kara, couldn't even stand to be anywhere near her, but she also wanted to immediately know of any change in her status, so she’d claimed an entire bench for herself and did the only thing she could do: wait. 

It’s the most torturous two days of her life.

--

The moment Kara regains consciousness, the entire building is ablaze with activity. Everyone is crowding her, checking vitals, administering meds, hugging her, and just being there with her. 

But not Lena. 

Lena is still outside on her bench. 

Alex walks over to tell her that Kara is mostly recovered enough to be sitting up now, but there remains the matter of bandaging her hand.

Alex insists that Lena do it, much to the brunette’s annoyance and bewilderment. She'd just watched several medical staff walk out of the room, why should she be the one to do it? She opens her mouth to protest, but Alex gives her a look that leaves no room for questions. She accepts the supplies with an insolent huff, then puts on her coldest, meanest business face and strides towards Kara. She starts dressing the wound in complete silence.

“Lena?” 

The brunette ignores her and proceeds to wrap the gauze around the heel of her palm.

“Lena, please say something--”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Lena says sharply, trying to inject enough venom for it to sting. “Why the hell would you do that?”

Kara startles at that, and her face conveys nothing but abject confusion as Lena finally breaks down, going from stoic to outright screaming and crying in the blink of an eye. 

“Goddammit, you could have DIED, Kara. I could have lost you that day and I only just got you back. Do you even have any idea what kind of hell that would be? Knowing that you died because… because of me?”

She’s given up on her task now and is covering her face with her own trembling hands.

“Hey, hey.” With her uninjured arm, Kara tugs Lena closer, holds her tightly to her chest. 

“I had to,” she whispers into her hair. "And I'd do it again in a heartbeat." 

“I know that. I do.” 

She does. It's just who Kara is. And she knows that even if it weren't her who was about to be killed at that moment, Kara, sweet beautiful selfless Kara, would still have jumped in and taken the blow. 

“And it’s so stupid. You’re so stupid.”

Lena Luthor, genius scientist with several degrees and quite possibly all the business savvy on this Earth, is reduced to a blubbering mess with the vocabulary of a four-year-old. It’s embarrassing, really. But she's had a rough couple of days and Lena can’t muster the energy for anything more than to desperately cling to the woman in front of her. Such was Kara’s power over her, and if she were being honest with herself, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

After what feels like a minor eternity, Kara gently pries Lena’s hands away from her face and settles them in her own, half-bandaged hand. With the other, she wipes the tears from her eyes. She tucks a lock of dark hair behind her ear, trails her fingers along her jaw, and gently tips Lena’s face up to meet hers. 

Kara’s so close now. So close that they’re breathing each other’s air. So close that Lena sees, probably for the first time, just how otherworldly the blue of Kara's eyes is, belatedly notes how her heart skips four beats entirely when those eyes wander towards her lips.

-

Alex, Kelly, Brainy, and Nia are on the second floor, watching the security feeds. 

“Well, are you gonna kiss her or not?” Nia complains very loudly around a mouthful of chips.

“Which one are you talking to?”

“Both of them.”

Kelly chuckles as she chews on a pretzel. Alex grabs a handful from the bag in Nia’s hands. 

“You know, I wouldn’t be sitting through this if I didn’t have any money riding on it.”

“It’s twenty bucks, sweetie,” Kelly says reasonably. 

“Twenty bucks and a hundred points at game night,” Alex corrects her.

Kelly is shaking her head in fond amusement when the one other person in the room catches her eye. 

“Clearly, the suspense is killing him."

Brainy is standing in stony silence behind Nia’s chair, his fingers steepled together, watching the monitors with rapt attention.

“Well, yeah. The bet was his idea.”

-

Ever so slowly, Kara leans in. She’d yearned for this moment for so long and now that it was finally here, Lena is equal parts elated and scared. She thinks she might be daydreaming, or that maybe the drugs are still coursing through Kara’s blood and this is merely a trip. But the hand on her face is very warm, very real, and Kara isn’t hesitating, so she closes her eyes and allows herself to hope that, whatever this was that she was feeling for Kara, Kara was feeling for her, too.

Her lips part of their own accord and she waits for Kara to utterly devastate her.

She doesn’t.

“Hate to ruin the moment,” Kara whispers, a hair’s breadth from her lips, “but apparently Alex and the gang have a bet going on who’s kissing who first.”

“Heathens. How much?” 

“Twenty bucks and a hundred points at game night,” Kara replies, still so close, still breathing her in.

“A hundred points will put them in the lead over us.”

“Can’t have that.”

“No, we can’t.”

-

“Oh no… No, no, no, no!”

“Wait, no. No, don’t-- Ah, fuck.”

-

She could hear the cries of agony all the way down here, but Lena could not care less. Kara’s mouth is intoxicating, and the way her arms wrap around her waist has her feeling weightless and tethered at the same time. Her heart is roaring in her ears, mingling with the sound of her breath being snatched from her lungs. It felt like drowning, it felt like floating, it felt like coming home. 

When finally Kara releases her lips and touches their foreheads together, whispers I’m sorry, Lena knows she’s not apologizing for saving her. She’s apologizing for the anguish that her decision had caused. 

Lena shakes her head. Understanding, accepting. She kisses Kara softly. “We’ll be alright.”

“Okay, now they’re betting on which one of us is... proposing?”

Lena laughs, free and easy, and kisses Kara again.

[mustyrosewater]

te amo.

javier peña x reader

request by @hxdxs​ :  hello! i was wondering if you could write smth where javier peña has a nightmare after him and the reader have a fight which results to them sleeping in separate rooms, she wakes up and comforts him no pressure (: 

warnings : fighting, mentions of violence, possibly unhealthy relationship

word count : 3k+ 

you knew what you were walking into when you finally decided to commit to a relationship with javier peña, you knew to expect the disappearing for days at a time without being able to contact with him because he was undercover, you knew that he was walking into a brand new dangerous situation every single day. 

but it didn't hurt any fucking less each time.  at first, you'd tried to tell yourself that you shouldn't be upset, once again telling yourself that it was you who chose this life, getting angry and possibly overreacting would just be hypocritical of you, it would have made you weak.  but as it began to happen again, and again  the last straw had been him coming home at three in the morning, after having been away for a week longer than he'd told you the undercover operation was going to last for. you'd spent hours in your shared apartment, anxiously waiting for a the phone call from the dea or an agent knocking on your door only to tell you that he'd been killed.  you'd spent the night sitting on the couch, clutching his shirt tightly just to smell whatever remnants of his cheap cologne that you hated with a passion was left over on them, suddenly missing it now more than ever.  when he'd finally come back, you'd fallen asleep on the couch, still holding the shirt tight to your chest with dried tears still lingering on your cheeks.  to say the least, waking up at three in the morning to the sound of somebody rustling around in the bathroom was enough to prompt you to slowly grab a knife from the kitchen drawer and slowly make your way to the bathroom. as if being on a streak of being an emotional wreck after what you believed to be the death of your boyfriend, now the universe was truly testing you by having somebody decide to rob you.  seeing the streak of white light poking through the crack in the bathroom door, you approached slowly, feeling your heart beating so loudly that it was thundering in your own ears.  finally swinging the door open, it hit the opposite wall with a harsh crash, only to be followed by you bursting in, knife in hand, cursing angrily in spanish.  only to be greeted by a wide eyed javi looking at you as if you'd gone crazy.  as your heart dropped and your eyes widened, you couldn't help letting out a cry of shock as you dropped the knife onto the tile floor with a sharp clang, unable to process the blade narrowly missing your foot.  reaching to grip onto the door frame in order to balance yourself as you felt your legs begin to go numb, javi sprung forward, reaching out and placing his hands under your shoulders for support.  as you finally got a closer look at him, you could see that his hair was messy as all hell, he definitely hadn't shaved for the past day or two and he absolutely stunk, and you once again found yourself wishing he'd actually been using that horrid cologne.   in that moment however, as grateful as you were that he was alive and wasn't in fact lying dead in a ditch in escobars backyard, the relief had faded away as quickly as it had flooded in, only to no sooner be replaced with a fiery surge of anger.  with no hesitation, you shoved him away from you, now able to stand up straight once more; looking up just in time to see his questioning look he posed your way.  "what the fuck javi!"  you hadn't meant for your voice to come out so hoarse, but the hours you'd spent audibly crying into his shirt had done a number on your throat, as well as the fact that you'd only woken up minutes ago.  he opened his mouth to speak, but you only answered by holding up your finger and continuing to speak. "a week. i don't hear from you for a week! i manage to convince myself you've been shot, and then you just waltz in at three am in the fucking morning and make me think you're a robber!" you can't help but laugh in between sentences, but the laugh is still traced with venom, all too reflective of the angry streak of words flooding out of your mouth. "i mean- what if i'd stabbed you?!" you spoke, gesturing to the knife now by your feet. you didn't even want to picture yourself stabbing javi, especially not after he nearly gave you a stroke due to finding out that he was still very much alive.  as you went to continue, it was now javi's turn to interrupt you, shaking his head as he placed his hands on his hips and stared back at you. you hadn't even stopped to think about how much of a crazy person you must have looked like in that moment, face puffy and red from crying, messy hair and pajama pants you'd been wearing for two days straight, all nicely topped off with a singlet shirt and robe he'd gotten you a few months back for your birthday.  "what the fuck was i supposed to do? i told you i was undercover!" his voice sounded so tired, it was painfully obvious to you how drained he was; but in that moment, the high emotional intensity was blurring all reason within you.  as you listened to him yell, you felt the lump in your throat forming; crossing your arms, you tried to keep yourself together.  "you could have sent me some kind of message, somebody to tell me you'd be gone for another week!" the two of you were no longer yelling at one another, this was screaming at one another. in a brief passing moment you thought about what the neighbours must have thought of you two, but you also just couldn't find yourself to care.  "you know i couldn't do that! i've told you several fucking times why i can't do that!" he turned away from you, taking a step back towards the basin. you could see his shoulders rising and falling with his deep breaths, watching as he reached up to run a hand through his messy hair. "fuck!" you jumped as the tense silence between you two was broken by javi cursing loudly and kicking the small plastic garbage can beside the basin, sending it crashing against the wall loudly. that was when your bottom lip began to wobble and your vision became foggy. you could only reach up a shaky hand to cover your mouth as javi panted, hunched over the basin he was now resting his hands on.  "i thought you were dead javi.." in your effort to conceal that you were beginning to cry, you'd kept your voice quiet, yet i hadn't helped in the slightest; the wobble in your tone was too noticeable for anybody to be able to ignore, especially not javi; who turned to look at you, a few expression laced with regret having taken over his face.  you didn't want to look at him for a moment longer, you couldn't even if you did. so you turned around and walked out from the doorway of the bathroom, only now beginning to audibly weep into your hand.  you could head javi walking after you, only prompting you to walk to the spare room quicker. you just needed to be away from javi for awhile, even if you'd spent the past four weeks desperately wishing he was back.  "wait, just please hang on a minu-"  you can't hear the rest of javi's words before you've slammed the door in his face, turning the small lock over as quickly as your shaky hands allow you to. you turn around and put your back to the door, trying to ignore the fact that you can feel javi standing outside the door, you can hear his faint heavy breaths and the way he's softly cursing in spanish under his breath.  its a few more moment before you can hear his footsteps slowly getting softer and you know he's walked in your bedroom when you can hear the door slam shut, making you jump softly again.  thats the moment that you let yourself break down. your face scrunches up as you slide down the door until your sitting on the ground of the spare room, your knees up to your chest as you rest your palms on your forehead, trying your hardest not to make too much sound as you cry, feeling your shoulders shake as you do.  memories of all the friends who'd advised you not to commit to a relationship with javi over wine came flooding in, remembering the uneasy looks on all their faces the first time you'd shown up to a friends wedding together. the times you'd stayed at their houses because you just couldn't handle the way he acted when a case had set him off; the amount of times you'd told them that you stayed because he needed you as much as you needed him; ignoring the way they shook their heads.  it hurts so much when things get like this between you two, you don't often find yourself fighting, but this had so far been the worst of all; never had the two of you screamed at each other so loudly before.  it takes about thirty minutes of you sitting on the ground to realize that you should probably move to the small single bed in the corner of the room. you had moved the small bed into what was essentially javi's office about a year ago, mainly done for the purpose of giving steve a place to sleep when him and javi were working non stop, it was your idea, knowing that it would probably be easier seeing as him and steve always had to start so early.  remembering when they moved the bed in, you'd brought the two of them beers as they spent hours upon hours trying to put the stupid thing together.  a memory that used to make you laugh, only serving to making you cry harder as you sat down on the bed.  you could hear javi angrily pacing in the next room over, as well as the occasional bang of what you could assume was him knocking something over or throwing something.  as you laid down on the bed, you shut your eyes slowly, trying to pretend you couldn't hear him even if there was nothing but a paper thin wall separating the two rooms.  -- you couldn't tell what time it was when you finally woke up. you couldn't even remember when you'd fallen asleep. you looked towards the window to see a dim blue light poking out of the curtains, signalling to you that it must have been early in the morning, meaning you couldn't have been asleep for more than four hours.  at first, you reached out for javi, only for the events that occurred only a few hours ago to come flooding back in. the fighting, the screaming. it only replaced the lump in your throat as you sat up and rubbed your eyes.  as you began to wake up more, you wondered what had prompted you to wake up at such a random hour, especially when you'd been so worn out and tired when you actually went to sleep in the first place.  you were about to ponder the question for awhile longer, until you heart the soft grunts coming from you and javi's room. though muffled, you could clearly hear javi in quiet distress. its a sound that you wish wasn't as familiar to you as it was; the amount of times you'd been woken up by javi making those sounds fresh in your head, just as fresh as needing to calm him down from them. he was clearly having a nightmare.  and suddenly, it was as if all of those arguements, all of those snarky comments from your girlfriends and all the time you'd spent crying over javi had been flung out of the window and banished to the back of your mind; only leaving room for a sudden concern for javi. with no hesitation to be observed, you walked to the door and unlocked it, heading to the bedroom as the sounds of javi in sleepy distress became louder and louder.  carefully placing your hand flat on the wooden door, you hesitated, briefly taking a moment to prepare for javi still being upset, knowing that it could still very much be the case. pushing said concerns to the back of your mind once more, you push the door open slowly, still aware of the way in which its hinges tend to creak purely due to age and the fact that it was admittedly purely made; remembering the amount of times javi mentioned he was going to fix it himself but still never getting around to it. you spot his sleeping figure on the bed, though sleeping would certainly be a loose term for it. he's shaking and twitching every few moments, his eyes shut tightly. you aren't sure what it is he's dreaming about, much less if you even want to know; it was likely it wasn't something you'd be able to handle. you'd never asked for any details past what he told you about his job; occasionally he would mention things once or twice in passing, and you were simply content to leave it at that. the things that you'd seen on the television were enough to scare you into not asking for anything else past the information he was willing to give. yet in the same breath, the fact that only seeing things on tv was enough to make your skin crawl, you couldn't imagine what it must have been like for him to see it all up and close and personal, much less risk his life every day just by walking into the embassy. you knew what to expect when you committed to this relationship, yet you had found it so hard to think about what he was going through. after what felt like ten minutes of staring at the poor man, you walked forward and kneeled beside the bed, not wanting to put weight on the mattress so as to frighten him out of his sleep rather than calmly wake him. reaching up, you placed a hand on his cheek, ignoring the prickly feeling of his stubble due to having not shaved for nearly a week and ran your thumb back and fourth across his prickly skin. "javi... javi, baby.."  as you try to speak softly to snap him out of it, it seems to only make it worse as he jumps away from your touch; only resulting in a slight cringe forming on your face. the idea that you're only making it worse for him feels horrible, not even wanting to think about what he must be experiencing in whatever dream it is he's having. "please baby, wake up, its just a dream... i'm here."  continuing to stroke his cheek, you watch as he lets out a loud gasp and his eyes go flying open and he sits up, looking around frantically as if he was trying to find out where he was.  this is only one of many times you've had to do this, needing to wake him up softly and remind him that he was safe with you. it pained you to see him so shaken by a dream. you had to wonder how much more of this line of work he was going to be able to take. the more time you spent watching columbia slowly chip away at the man you loved, you tried to pretend that every time you watched him walk out of the door for work that you weren't worried it may have been his last. you tried to pretend that you weren't always noticing his dark circles and the way he'd grunt out in pain from the smallest movements.  being in the dea was slowly killing him and neither of you even wanted to admit it.  you know better than to ever try and convince him to quit, you've known him long enough to know how stubborn of a man he is; and that if you tried to tell him about the danger and how worried you were, it was only going to push him away in the end.  the times you'd had to help him into bed when he came home drunk, the times you'd needed to help him dress his stitches or watch him take of his shirt only to be met with a bullet scratch on his shoulder. while being in the dea was slowly killing javi, watching it happen was just as slowly killing you. reaching forward, you cup his cheeks and force him to look you in the eyes; ignoring the way that his hands grip tightly onto your wrists.  you've learnt to ignore things like this, it hurts when he grips your wrists so tightly, but you continue to tell yourself that he doesn't mean it; you know he doesn't mean it.  you chose to love a broken man, and with all broken things, you needed to be prepared for occasionally gaining a few cracks yourself.  the fear in his eyes is crystal clear, the way he looks at you as if he doesn't recognize you; its painful, but as his face shifts to one of a subtle recognition, you watch as he slowly sinks down from his fear and feel his grip on your wrists begin to relax bit by bit. stroking his cheeks, you smile softly and sit across from him on the bed, feeling his pulse thundering rapidly. "i'm right here javi, it's ok, your ok."  your whispers finally seem to be working as he shuts his eyes, making an obvious attempt to slow down his breathing. he leans forward, resting his forehead on your collar as you stroke his back slowly, letting him try to calm down from whatever violent nightmare he was being forced to endure.  you can feel his arms wrap around you as he pulls you closer, practically leaning against you as he breathes in your scent, just another way of being able to ground himself back into reality.  in that one moment, every fight the two of you had ever had, the amount of time you'd spent crying over your worries, everything you've had to endure becomes worth it as you sit there in each others arms.  he finally leans back to look at you, letting one of his hands rest on the back of your head as he brings you in to lay a kiss on your forehead, shutting his eyes and taking another deep breath.  without saying anything, he leans back down to lay on the bed, pulling you with him so that you were laying your head on his chest; his arms remaining tightly wound around you with little to no intention of letting you go. just as you had no intention of leaving.  "im sorry.." you whispered out softly, beginning to draw invisible patterns on his bare chest with your finger tips. "i was just so fucking scared that i lost you.." you confessed, letting you voice crack as your vision became foggy. he didn't reply at first, but you felt his breathing tense. you didn't want to ask what it was that he was dreaming about, but based upon his reaction, you wondered whether or not that was the subject matter of his dream, losing you or losing himself. when he finally spoke, it was deep and croaky, just as his voice always was after it had been sleeping; a voice you'd heard whispering sweet nothings and pillow talk in the mornings; the voice that would softly tell you goodbye followed by a kiss on your forehead whenever javi would leave early in the mornings and you'd stay in bed.  "please don't cry, hermosa. please don't be sorry." by the sound of his voice you could tell that he felt bad, it wasn't hard to tell that the both of you were hurt over the argument; your high emotional intensity mixed with javi being worn out was a deadly mix that was bound to end badly. turning to look up at him, you rested your chin on his chest and sighed.  javi stared back at you, reaching up to fix the hair that had fallen in front of your face; allowing his hand to linger purely so he could cup your cheek. shutting your eyes, you leaned into his touch; now unable to stop a few tears from escaping and rolling down your cheeks only to be quickly wiped up by javi's thumb as if he couldn't bear to watch them fall. "te amo." he whispered, reaching for your hand and bringing the back of it to his lips, laying a soft kiss on the skin.  laying your head back down on his chest and shutting your eyes, you allowed yourself to begin drifting back to sleep, now finding such a task monumentally easier now that you were back in javi's arms. "i love you too."