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silversweetpea · 2 years ago

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Come Home

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summary: A nightmare is only a nightmare when viewed at the right perspective.

Warning: reader is sad and doesn’t like themselves a whole lot but there’s no outright self deprecation.

author’s note: I am obsessed with the idea of Nightmare reader and the way that I just barely restrained myself from making this like a 30 chapter slow burn makes me feel like I have earned a little treat. A little reward if you will, so if you need me I will be writing up yet another self indulgent little story lmao. Also if anyone wants those thoughts on previous chapters of pining I cut so that this wasn’t insane I have so many thoughts please come talk to be about them holy shit.

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Nightmares weren’t designed to be loved. They weren’t even made to be thanked. You, in specific, would know that better than anyone else. And yet, standing on the outskirts of yet another beautiful party for yet another beautiful couple, it was easy to ignore the sting in the back of your throat and the way that you could feel the vines curling around your heart.

You were made in the image of love unrequited, you had always known that. But the waking world was bursting with love and at least this way you were able to stand in its afterglow.

The bride and groom were beaming, radiant in their joy. There was a moment where you were worried about the state of things when it started to drizzle but there had been backup plans ready, tents secured, and smiles on everyone’s faces.

“It’s good luck,” The bride had giggled when you did your final pre-ceremony check in with her. The woman couldn’t be older than her early twenties and yet for just a moment you could see the echoes of all the brides you had assisted. Young and old but always beautiful in their joy. eighty years was a long time to stay in the same field, to keep mysteriously appearing at just the right time, and yet you couldn’t resist it.

The plate in your hand was easily placed in reach of a wandering child, sure they would get far more enjoyment from the sugar rush than you would. You lingered long enough to look at the couple again, to rest in their warmth and imagine for just a moment that you could have that someday too.

And then there was a cough that began to threaten to rip through your throat and you were moving again. It was better that way anyhow.

“He’s not coming back for you, don’t you get that? He’s not coming back for any of us. You might as well see the world, have a little fun.” The Corinthian was the closest thing you had to a friend these days which meant that even after months of silence between you two, his voice lingered in the corners of your mind.

It didn’t help that he didn’t understand your need to be so close to humanity and you didn’t know how to explain it. Not to someone who had always been content with his purpose in the dreaming. Hell, the only reason he had ever found to venture further than it’s boundaries was because he wanted more of the world to see him and what he could do. Corinthian loved, you knew he did, but it wasn’t the sort of endless ace that you were forced to chase for all of time simply by virtue of being alive.

Still, you thought of calling him. Especially when the man in a suit similar to his tailed you from the reception.

“Hey! You’re the planner right?” Nightmares could recognize one another plain enough for you to know that the groomsman meant no harm in chasing after you. Unfortunately that did little to ease the annoyance at his questions and when you turned to face him the most you could manage was a thin smile.

“That’s me.” His eyes were bright, almost the same shade of Dream’s the last time you had spoken to him. There were no stars there though, no depth to the waters. His hair was several shades lighter and much shorter, his posture more outward than your king would have ever been with you.

“I just wanted to...” he struggled for a minute before you could see the lightbulb go off. “I just wanted to say thank you for your help in the wedding. It was really great and I know that Garrett and Anna wouldn’t have been nearly as prepared without you.”

“Just doing my job.” He didn’t need to know that you weren’t paid, that you had no intention of being paid other than the slice of cake. You never were. You had plenty of money and the fewer ways for people to prove you existed the easier it was to convince them you didn’t. That their friends were actually the planners along with some strangly helpful staff at the locations.

“I, uhm, never got your name,” Josh. That was his name. He wasn’t the best man but he was fairly close with the groom. There was a split second where you allowed yourself to imagine what would happen if you introduced yourself. The few weeks of easy affection and the hope, however brief, that you would finally find use for the bouquet within your ribs. Poppies could represent something soft and romantic instead of a constant reminder that you were left behind. Abandoned on a windowsill to wilt.

But you had played that game before and eventually the thorns would grow too big or you would pull away from a kiss to watch them pull petals from their mouth. And then when you left, the ache would be so intense you were sure it would kill you.

“You didn’t need it.” The gap closed between the two of you just enough to give him a pat on the shoulder before leaving. You didn’t look back at him as you waved. “Goodnight Josh.”

He was still standing there when you pulled out of the parking lot. New York didn’t feel nearly as big as it used to as you pulled up to your apartment and went through the motions of packing up. Four years on the dot. More than enough time to make a name for yourself that you could use as reference when you arrived wherever you were going.

Instead you ran a bath of scalding water and lingered in the water until you could convince yourself that the brief flicker of warmth you felt was not Dream reappearing in the waking world after a century of silence, but rather that it was just the water. There was no love for nightmares, no matter where you went that was true, and if there was to be no love for you in either realm at least in the world of the waking you could peek through the windows at its beauty.

There was, however, voices in the living room that shouldn’t be. It was hard to make out the words but you knew the deep baritone and creaking of floorboards were not from the television. You hadn’t even brushed by the thing since yesterday evening when you finished your last minute paperwork.

Pajamas were slipped into quickly and quietly, footsteps muffled from the towel you’d placed on the ground to absorb any of the water spilled from your movement in the bath. Your throat burns with the scratching of vines creeping up it and your hand shakes as you hover over the doorknob. You don’t fear whoever is on the other side, you worry for them. To be buried in flowers sounds so beautiful until you see it happen.

“Are you sure about this boss?” You don’t know the voice, but there’s a strange chirp like sound at the end of his sentence. There’s no malice but the words do quiver slightly. Whatever his boss is doing is making him nervous.

You don’t wait for his boss to respond before opening the door and allowing the thorny vines that had been writhing under your skin to pierce through. The petals that suffocated you were flowing freely from your mouth, piling up at your feet.

The man in front of you doesn’t budge from the monstrous image and when you manage to look him in the eye, the thorns retreat.

“What are you doing here?” It’s your turn for your voice to shake as you look at Dream. He seems tired, but not ill, gaunt but strong enough to demand respect in the center of your living room. Behind him is a raven, not jessamy but you knew how to recognize the king’s familiars in moments.

Dream doesn’t respond, voice just as you remembered it the last time you spoke over a hundred years ago. For his part, he says nothing about what the piles of petals at your feet or the way your jaw drops open. The last time you had seen him plays in snapshots in your mind.

“All I have ever asked was that you let me have some semblance of a home. I have lingered at the edge of your shadow for millennia and all I have to show for it is the same empty chasm within myself that I had upon my first breath!”

His features were just as hard as they had been then. Except for the fact that he had his hands hidden from you now. Tucked away into the pockets of his jacket, eyes softer than was warranted for a nightmare. Morpheus loved all of the dreaming, but he was never soft with a nightmare, it isn’t what you were made for.

“We can talk about this when I return.”

“Corinthian told me you have begun to use a new name,” He speaks as if this was a social call. Nothing more than two friends catching up together instead of a call for you to return to your duties or a warning of your punishment to come from leaving your post. Its all you can do to move far enough into the living room to rest your weight against an armchair.

“Yeah, I have. I found that (Y/n) fit me a bit better than Isolation.” The raven gave a startled sort of noise, head whipping between the two of you before falling back into silence. “I’m sorry, you’re new right?”

“Yeah, sorry. Name’s Mathew,” It suited him. Names usually did. Perhaps that was why Dream was still staring at you with that closed book expression regarding your new title. The warm lights of your apartment looked strange on his cool toned skin. Your life here had been built up in such a carefully human way that you weren’t sure that he was really there at all. Mathew looked like he belonged on your couch more and he was a literal raven.

Your chest aches again. To know that Dream is so close, that his whole attention is on you for however brief a moment, it’s intoxicating. It’s also suffocating.

“Well, is there a point to this call?” There are snappier responses on the tip of your tongue but you can’t will them into existance. Not when your king, the only person you have ever truly longed for, was taking such slow and graceful steps in your direction.

“(Y/n),” your voice sounds like a prayer on his lips. You had chosen it for yourself because you loved it but that love is easy to grow accustomed to, to take for granted. To hear Dream say your name is to fall in love all over again, both with your self chosen identity and the king who spoke as if you were something precious he couldn’t afford to loose. “I would like for you to come home.”

You will. His hand moves from his pocket to rest in the air, palm up. You know, despite only having brushed by his hands with your own on rare occasions, that his skin will be cool to the touch, near freezing given that your skin was still steaming from the bath.

Mathew watches the two of you, you wonder what he must think to see someone stare so intensely at Lord Morpheus’ hand.

“Why did you abandon us?” the room chills by several degrees but you don’t look away from the extended hand that stays just in your reach. “I would rather have been unmade on the spot where I stood than spent a hundred years thinking that you just didn’t care enough to come back and finish the job.”

“I have always cared for you, I care for all of the Dreaming.” A single cough, enough to dislodge a stray petal that you pull from your mouth with little more than a sad scoff.

“I know. Gods I know you care, that’s what hurt the worst. I know I’m not made to be loved or cherished like a dream is, like you are, but when you said you were coming back to talk to me I had hoped-” the words die on your tongue. You were willing to reveal more than you had ever before, but some things were still too personal to put into the air. You can only imagine the chaos that could be inflicted by someone like Desire should they catch you straying too close to their realm.

The silence is heavy and you can’t tell if you would rather it end or stretch forever. At least in this space of in between he hadn’t confirmed your fears yet. The petal you had been playing with was slowly picked from your grasp and it looked even more fragile in Dream’s touch.

“Was I really so cruel that you would think so little of me?” His voice is little more than a whisper. In fact you weren’t sure that Mathew was able to hear the two of you all. That was probably for the best though given that you were currently struggling to breathe once more and barely managed to sputter out a word before being cut off once more.

“Little-”

“You came to me with a problem and I had every intent on fixing it.” His gaze burns into you but there’s no bravery left to meet him. You just accept that he is examining you. If his face was the opposite of the careful regret in his voice you’re not sure you wanted to see it anyhow.

“You’re a king. You’re able to do whatever you want and that didn’t include finding me.” The floorboards crack as Dream moves closer again. It’s just another foot or so but you can nearly feel the brush of his jacket against you where it sways.

“It was not for a lack of wanting to search,” Mathew shuffles a bit on the couch behind Dream. Does he know who you are? If he doesn’t, who does he think he is meeting? In the time that you look away to Mathew your king moves ever closer. A single hand reaches up to your cheek at the speed which would make the erosion of stone feel like a flash in the pan of time. “I should not have made you in this image.”

“But you did.” You sound as breathless as you feel and can’t help but close your eyes at the intimacy of the moment. Millenia of longing, of starvation for the barest of touches had left you in this predicament. You can feel every atom of where you end and he began and wished that you could press those atoms even closer together to close whatever space remained between you for this moment.

“Yes.” A second hand comes up as the first lowers, both of them cupping your face. You can feel Dream’s breath on your skin but you still fear what you may find in his eyes if you look.

“Why?”

It takes him longer than you thought it would to answer and you swallow no less than three budding flowers in that time. Stress had never seemed to activate the more painful parts of your condition before and yet now you were sure that it did.

“Because when you were made, I was alone and that had seemed the worst nightmare of all. And now that I am not I see that I was correct.” There’s a flutter of wings that draws your attention and Mathew, who just a split second before had seemed to be elated with something, now turned his head down sheepishly.

It’s enough to make you smile, which is enough to give you the strength to look him in the eyes. Dream’s eyes have always been that which you admired most about him. No matter the color or shape his eyes always seem to hold infinite depths within them. Morpheus was the Dreaming and his eyes were the ocean which never quite calmed enough to navigate safely.

“Glad to be of service your majesty.” The title causes a twist, nearly imperceivably, in his expression. Had you not been watching the man so closely you would have missed it you were sure. The hands do not leave your face and for a second you allow yourself to daydream of leaning forward, of kissing him.

“You have done more than I could have asked of you, (Y/n), It is time to rest.” His hands are cool on your face and cool where you rest your own hands over them, a silent ask for him not to withdraw, not to leave you alone in your own skin again. “Please, come home. Let me remake you into something less cruel.”

It should make you nervous, the thought of being unmade. It should drive you to the brink of fear and anger and cause you to run or fight but instead you imagine living without the burden of want and your body relaxes.

“Do you promise it will be kind?” If Dream had been mortal he would not have heard you. It’s little more than a thought, your lips barely move. But Dream is not mortal and your eyes close just as soon as he nods, eyes still locked in on yours.

“You have both my word,” his voice deepened and the volume dropped as you feel his lips press to your forehead ever so lightly. “and my deepest apologies.”

The magic of the moment lingers as you feel yourself slinking into the dark of the void beyond. It isn’t particularly cold or particularly warm but you feel something you can only attribute as peace as you faded into the depths.

Being born again is as easy as waking up. The first sound is the crashing of waves on a familiar shore and the first smell is salt and water. Your new eyes’ first sight is so similar to your old ones that you’re almost not sure that this isn’t a memory for a moment.

But then Dream smiles, small and questioning in its silence, and something in you melts. Your hand moves to cover your mouth on instinct only to find...nothing. No petals. No torn up mouth. No vines.

Through your self exploration, the turn you make as you look for any sign of nightmare within yourself and the laughter that builds slowly but surely until you can’t keep it in anymore, Morpheus says nothing. You’re not sure how long you stand there because time has always been such a nebulous concept in the Dreaming, and yet you know that it’s long enough for you to make yourself dizzy from the spinning.

“What’s my title?” The king finally seems to snap out of whatever daze he had found himself in while you looked over the familiar build. From what you could tell it was exactly the same save for the self consuming flowers that threatened to rip yourself apart from the inside.

"Anything you would like it to be,” You spin again, elated at the ability to move without the feeling of constriction around your bones. Dream’s voice is warm and you can hear the smile again as you stumble to a stop, closer than you would have ever dared without an excuse to fall back on. An excuse you wouldn’t need if the sudden presence of a cool hand against your hip to steady you was any sign of approval. The closeness makes it hard to focus on air again, caught instead by the intensity of the look leveled your way. “You told me that you would grant me anything I asked of you, and yet you never stopped to wonder why I could not bring myself to ask.”

Your hand shakes as you bring it to his face as he did to yours in the waking world. Every moment is slow in case he were to change his mind, to give him a opportunity to pull away. Dream doesn’t though and to feel him lean into your touch is enough to make you giddy all over again. It makes it easier to ignore the way that your stomach has begun doing summersaults at the thought that your longing had been but one side of a window for all this time.

“I didn’t think you wanted anything I had to offer.”

“I wanted everything you had to offer and then some. I would have destroyed you.” It’s a statement, a fact. And yet you can’t help but take a step closer into his personal space, to lean more into him and see if he would support you. Dream does, without question or comment.

“Maybe. But I would have taken it nonetheless.” A second hand joined the first on the opposite hip and now that you were secure and there was no way to run from the situation you had found yourself in there was a spark of bravery in your veins. Not quite enough to lean forward and kiss him yet, but enough that despite his gaze you didn’t shy away from openly admiring him. “I still would if you offered.”

“And if I offered a place at my side instead?” There’s quiet again. Morpheus holding your hips and you holding his face and the neither of you speaking, just swaying ever so slightly in the wind.

“I would take it.” Tension slips away at the confession. A small release in the lines of his brow and an easier lilt to his smile. “You could ask me to be your advisor or your jester alike and I would accept either with the same optimism.”

“And if I would ask to court you?” The kings voice isn’t scared, but it is cautious. His words even slower, his swaying stopping long enough for him to make eye contact during which he seems to search your very being.

“Dream,” The gaze doesn’t break. “Morpheus, I would give you everything I am for nothing more than a moment with you.”

The silence returns just for a beat, something you can hear unobstructed from within your chest for the first time. And then, like the sun rising over the horizon, a smile lights up Dream’s face as he leans his face ever nearer your own.

“Is that a yes?” You can feel his words against your lips for how close you two are and you can only hope that when you close that final gap he doesn’t doubt your answer too terribly much.

Although, if he did you had some ideas on how to convince him.

#Dream x reader #Dream of the endless x reader #Morpheus x reader #Sandman x reader #Dream x you #Dream of the endless x you #Morpheus x you #Sandman x you

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willowedwisteria · 2 years ago

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Ok so starts out as sagau imposter au, you've been chased out of all of the regions and now end up in snezhnaya, and childe captures you (being that your completely exhausted and just want this all to be over with). For your crime of impersonating the creator, youve been sent to the fighting pits, where fatui would train (and sometimes fight to the death).

Many fighters are eager for the chance to kill you, and whoever deals the final blow will gain a promotion, so you'll have to face multiple of them at once.

You get given some rusted armour and a dull blade to defwnd yourself but the odds are hopeless

This is basically a glorified execution and all of the fatui will come to watch, including the harbingers and the tsaritsa herself.

The fight starts and through your divine powers and teyvat willing you to be alive, you're just scraping by. Luckily, each fighter wants to be the one to kill you, so they begin taking each other out. However your luck doesn't last as when you attempt to block a heavy blow with your sword, it shatters. Desperately sprinting around the arena, looking for any useable weapon, something whisks past your hair. A weapon is lodged into the ground just past you

The arena almost stops as your eyes track where it came from and you find yourself staring at the tsaritsa icy gaze. Completely indecipherable, you dont know if she intended to kill you with it or took pity at how pathetic you looked.

Now the tsaritsa is an archon, and i headcanon her weapon to be huge scythe, that literally no-one can wield due to the immense strength and power required to hold it.

Now picture the entire arenas suprise when you just pick it up

Alarm bells start ringing in everyones heads, and the harbingers go to stop the fight, but the tsaritsa stops them. She wants to see how this goes on.

The fight starts back up, and your still on the back foot, although now you have a chance. You're still heavily outnumbered, and you've never fought before, but maybe you can do this.

But you keep accumulating cuts and bruises, hit after hit. You may have a powerful weapon, but your lack of training shows until you are disarmed.

Your killer has a sadistic grin on their face, and as they bring their sword to your neck, you can't do anything but close your eyes and wait for the end.

But it doesn't come.

Opening them you find your attacker completely frozen in place, the entire arena in fact has been frozen.

Except for you.

The tsaritsa descends to you, and you begin thinking that she wanted the honour of killing you. But there is nothing but kindness in her eyes. She can see your gold blood, the warmth eminating from your chest, the way your eyes hold stars, how could you not be our creator?

The exhaustion catches up with you and you start to collapse, only for cold, soft arms to grasp you and whisper "Don't worry my dear, you are safe now."

Apologies if this was a little long, my brain just kept writing lol, also i am kinda new to writing and genshin, so this cam out as a half-fic half-brainrot lmao

-Rapid anon

It's okay, I'm honored to have such an ask after a long time.

The fact that you can carry such a thing is already a sign that you have to be either, very powerful (which you should have some kind of experience from training that you obviously don't have) or an archon, someone who's a pacifist and has never wielded a scythe.

A scythe is a weapon very hard to master on the spot, so maybe some leverage could be given.

I'm surprised people continued to fight you. Imagine, someone actually WIELDING a blade that is used by an ARCHON. Something so sacred that you, somehow, can control. If I was anyone of the fighters, I would run.

I wonder why the Tsaritsa hadn't stopped the fight. If I had this all mighty powerful weapon and it was in the hands of someone who was supposedly a criminal, I would try and get it back as soon as possible.

The fact that she had dragged this one means that she maybe already had her suspicions. I'm sure some of the harbingers would have noticed as well, maybe even changing their minds about you.

The Tsaritsa owes you a lot for bringing you through such a thing.

#Wisteriaasks #genshin impact #genshin #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #cult au genshin impact #cult au genshin #cult au

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honeykaes · 3 years ago

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—𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐜’𝐬

feat. childe, kazuha, thoma

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors dni

disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, biting, predator/prey dynamics, body worship, edging, overstimulation, cunnilingus

a/n: I spun a wheel to pick who'd I write for this and here comes childe first in line lmao

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

As we know, Childe has a sadistic streak and loves to inflict pain on people. Sometimes, he doesn’t realize this. When he’s pounding into you, lost in his lust and captivating by your body moving to the pace of his thrust, he can’t help but connect his lips to your shoulder. To prevent any loud moans from coming out, his teeth sink into your sink. He’ll always apologize when he’s come, kissing the various spots he took a bite out of. As much as he apologizes, he won’t stop. Looking at you under them with those spots does give him a swell of primal pride.

𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳/𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘺

Childe loves a chase. Sometimes, when you two are heading home. He’ll randomly tell you that you have 10 minutes to hide in your little shack before he comes after you. His heart pounds, grin tugging on his lips with the thought of a challenge. He takes them very seriously and usually ends up winning. When he does find you, rest assured, you’ll be pinned up right where you were hiding as Childe gains the ‘spoils of war’. He wants your legs wrapped around his waist so his cock can get even deeper inside you, to claim it.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱

This poet is infatuated with you. His eyes soak up your eternal form, moaning some of the filthiest and lovely things about your body. His lips pepper across each curve, blemish, mole, freckle, scar, etc. wanting to give it the love it deserves, the love you deserve. Whenever he’s doing this, his pace is much slower, wanting you to drink of his words and appreciation. He’ll have your body shaking from how sensitive it is.

𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨

As kind as Kazuha is, he is also a bit of a tease. He always preaches the importance of patience. That virtue of his will leak over to the bedroom too. He loves to rub on some of your most sensitive areas, feeling your clench around his cock, only to promptly stop and observe your behavior. He loves that little pout on your lips as you whine out for him to let you cum. This will happen for so long until your begging him. When he finally does let you cum, you’ll be seeing stars for days.

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚

𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Thoma is a menace and also a big tease. He gets competitive with himself on how quickly he can get you to orgasm. He doesn’t care how, with his fingers, mouth, or cock but he begins losing track of time and count on how much your orgasm is throughout the hours. Tears would stain your bedsheets, your body throbbing from how sensitive you are. Thoma would chuckle at the sight, kissing your tears away and sinking his cock in. He’ll give you just a few more before he’s completely done.

𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴

Now we know how Thoma likes to talk, a lot. When his mouth isn’t forming excuses and schmoozing anything, those lips are on your cunt. He knows how to use his tongue and he absolutely loves when you’re calling out his name. He will especially make his slurps and noises louder for you to hear. He gets a kick out of seeing your legs spasm in pleasure, as his large hands clamp down on your thighs to open you wider. Good thing it takes a while for him to get locked jaw. He wants to savor this moment to the fullest.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #childe x reader #childe smut #kazuha x reader #kazuha smut #thoma x reader #thoma smut #tartagalia x reader #tartagalia smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #gi x reader #gi smut

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paranoidpoltergeist · 2 years ago

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Starscream is genuinely such a tragic character because as much as he's just kinda crazy every iteration has something that just makes u feel so bad for him.

IDW Starscream is something I couldn't scrape the surface of if you gave me 107 days. G1 Starscream's is not only mainly just used for comic relief the poor guy, but he lost his partner who then turns around and in his eyes betrays him. I mean Skyfire had every right to go "what in the fuc" and dip but the fact he went with Starscream in the first place tells me that somewhere along the way something happened to make him go coocoo.

In prime he was seemingly manipulated into joining the Decepticons and then constantly talked down to. From my perspective it honestly just seemed like Starscream was after praise or recognition which he never gets, now if this is because Megatron's a dick or because of the dark energon idk. I mean he kept the Decepticons afloat the entire time Megatron was gone chasing what was by all accounts a myth and did more then we saw Megs do THE ENTIRE SERIES. He managed to kill an Autobot, we never actually see any casualties and they've got a steady flow of energon.

I mean even in RID his main goal was to just kill Megs and tbh if I'd been beat down over everything I did, even if it was wrong bc I personally thought it was the right way to go about it, I'd be majorly pissed too. Yeah he wants control of the Decepticons but(and feel free to correct me if I'm wrong it's been a very long time since I've watched prime) I only remember him actually attempting to kill Megatron once or twice. Sure he was self serving but just bc he wants respect.

Bayverse Starscream was just the saddest thing I've ever seen. He could breathe and Megatron was drop kicking him off a building, didn't even get to be the treacherous sic jeez💀

Dude the WFC Trilogy was so wild idek how to word it so kind of a take on his character as a whole here. It was weird and characterizations were way off but I actually liked Starscream. He was still the guy we know and love but with a neat twist. He still had that tragic feeling to him especially getting traumatized and all but Dinobot telling him everything he went through wasn't an excuse to hurt other people was just *chefs kiss* bc it's really not. As tragic as Stars character is it's not an excuse for him to hurt the people around him. I mean no matter how bad I can feel for Prime Screamer he still used and manipulated everyone around him(Knockout for one). This is in no way me trying to justify or make him a good guy, a character can be tragic while still being a bad person. Somebody get him in therapy lol.

Oh man and don't get me started on the Unicron Trilogy Starscream. Probably the most tragic of them all, poor guy did not deserve any of Megatrons abuse. Allow me to let him speak for himself "I tried to gain favor from you, but nothing was ever good enough. No matter how many battles I fought, you always found fault." He really just wanted recognition, he literally sacrificed himself just so Megatron could get it through his thick head he needed to team up with the Autobots, and I recently had someone point out to me Starscream probably could have done some damage to Unicron with Swindle but he knew he was gonna die and he didn't wanna drag his mini-con down with him. Just ow.

Animated Screamer was just wild idek what he was on I can't defend him lmao bro opens the show trying and almost succeeded in killing Megan. I'd comment on Cyberverse if I could but I haven't actually got to watching that yet whoops. I feel like I remember seeing a clip of him talking about wanting the respect he deserved which honestly could have been his ego talking or really sad idk, but back to what I was originally saying.

Almost every time he shows up and you pay him any attention besides comic relief he's a super tragic character and it's not only what makes him one of my favorite but it makes me sad when I see people completely disregard everything but whats on the barest of surface levels. I feel like that's all Micheal Bay did he remembered Star being comic relief and so thats all he was. He's like an onion for lack of a better analogy, got a million layers, might make u cry, and you either love him or hate him. He could be such a compelling interesting character like with IDW but no one wants to look below the surface AND I GET IT 9/10 were literal children's shows so they're forgiven but Micheal Bay is on my hit list for that one.

edit: bro if this makes absolutely zero sense I literally wrote and posted this at 3am and then just scheduled it at a normal time for reasons I'm not actually 100% on so sorry💀

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deanmonlover · 2 years ago

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Of Flashbacks and Firsts

to explain the background of this fic, it's starting from the present day and jumping back to when they first met when he was pre michael leading up to post michael. also disclaimer, this is my first fic in a really long time so go easy on me please 😭 I think this might become a series, I know it's not perfect but I just wanted to contribute to the corey fic thirstfest currently taking place lmao let me know if you enjoyed this and I will definitely make more of it!

You looked up at the ticking clock on the wall, a steady reminder that you still had an hour left of your shift before you finally were able to clock out and go home to watch that horrible horror movie marathon that you and your boyfriend, Corey had planned earlier on that week. You had finally convinced him to put in all the cheesy classic movies not that it took so much convincing on your part, he always looked forward to spending time with you no matter what you both were watching or doing. The both of you could be watching paint dry and he'd be the happiest man on the planet. The two of you were inseparable since the day you had met him becoming the calm to his storm that he so very much needed everyday. You were the constant he needed in his life, the moon to his stars as cheesy as it was it was the truth. Corey couldn't imagine a world without you, you were his and his only. You only thought the same of him, nothing could ever change that. And yes he may have been acting a little differently ever since the events on the night of the halloween party but after everything that had happened it was more than understandable. He had seen a lot more than you had that night in more ways than one.

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The way you both had first met, it was odd thinking back to it. The Corey Cunnigham had stopped in to buy a drink from the very store you still worked at — it was a chocolate milk to be exact. He was almost like a cryptid, rarely out but when he was everyone stopped and watched him with judgement in their unforgiving eyes. Ruthless remarks were said behind his back and some even to his face. All you could do was smile empethcially at him and shoot daggers at the ones in the store who had something to say.

After you had checked him out, one thing led to another and before you knew it a loud commotion could be heard from outside after he had walked out. "C'mon dude just buy us some. We won't tell, we promise. Be a cool psycho babysitter and get us some beer." One of the teenagers smirked stepping forward to corner Corey, daring him to do something about it.

You had had enough of the people in this town and just wanted some peace and quiet for the boy. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? These thoughts plagued your mind and never left it. Who knew threatening some spoiled ass teenagers lives would be on your to-do list that day. Not you of course but they weren't going to get by with harassing the curly haired boy with the puppy dog eyes who literally had done nothing but come to get a drink.

"Listen up, you guys better buy something or get the hell outta here."

But of course not before one of them had shoved Corey to the ground catching him off guard, the bottle breaking with a loud shatter slicing his hand on the broken bottle of milk he had just bought. You had patched him up to the best of your abilities with bandages inside, not caring who saw you.

"Why help me? I mean they're not going to stop harrasing you now that you've helped me." Corey protested, holding out his rather large calloused palm that rested in your own as you continued to patch him up, making sure to be as gentle as you could wrapping the bandage around the open gash that made you inwardly cringe.

"Mmm, because I don't think someone like you deserves to be pushed around. You haven't done anything to them and besides they're just band geeks on steroids anyways. Not like they can chase me down with their clarinets and beat me up." A soft laugh escaped your lips as you finished up your handiwork before giving his upper arm a gentle squeeze.

Corey's face flushed instantly beneath his rimmed glasses at the feeling of your hand resting on him. He hadn't ever been this close to a girl well...ever. Everyone was terrified of him, "the psycho babysitter" as he was dubbed. But not you for some odd reason. You felt like you could understand him a whole other level just by gazing into those big brown eyes. They held so much within them, so many unsaid things that a book could be written about what they had seen.

"You uh–you know who I am already, don't you." He said matter of factly, peering up at you from the corner of his eye. Your heart sunk a little hearing the way he said it. Yes, you did indeed know who he was and what happened that fateful night. However, unlike the other people in Haddonfield you didn't blame him for the accident because it was just that — an accident. It wasn't as if he had done it on purpose, the boy sitting here in front of you couldn't hurt a fly much less a kid.

Giving him a small nod, you give his upper arm a squeeze. "I do know who you are or at least I know your name. What I don't know is how one girl might go about getting to know a certain chocolate milk addict." A surprised look crossed his face as he slowly looked up at you, a small shy grin accompanying it.

"O-Oh you mean me?" In his mind there was no way you wanted to get to know him better. No one even so much as wanted to be seen within five feet of him but yet here you were sitting practically on his lap wanting to know everything about him. He really felt like he could pass out at this point but he mustered up the ability to pull out his phone out of his jacket pocket, handing it over to you for you to put in your number.

"There now you can call me whenever you need rescuing." You teased lightly, unable to stop smiling at him. That dorky side grin pulling at the corners of his mouth as he tucked his phone back away in his pocket. The pull between you both was something that was unexplainable, a fire that had been ignited and couldn't be put out had begun to develop between you both and there was no stopping it once it was started.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham

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jaeyong-sucker · 3 years ago

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BLISS • JUNGWOO

PAIRING: Kim Jungwoo x Male Reader

GENRE: Smut, Fluff (?)

WARNINGS: Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Praising Kink, Pet Names, Hickeys

Word Count: 2,050

Summary: Jungwoo and you make love in a beach resort.

Note: Feedbacks and tips would be very much appreciated. ^~^

Hi, @ji-yeonnnn @jiyeonnnn . So… I did my best lmao. Hope you like it? Happy birthday! Make A Wish 🎂

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After a whole day of playing around and splashing in the sea with your boyfriend, Jungwoo, you find yourself snuggling in his arms on the lined couches in the porch as you watch the stars twinkle in the pitch black sky. The rushes of the waves are calming, like the heartbeat you hear from Jungwoo's chest as you enjoy each other's company in silence. No doubt the day was tiring from how early you both woke up to travel to this secluded beach resort and the goofiness you and Jungwoo did for the whole day, chasing each other on the shores of the beach to splashing sea water towards each other.

The plan was sudden and it took Jungwoo a lot of reasoning to pull you out of your desk and convince you to take a break from all your workload as he also took a week-long leave from his own work to spend his time only with you. Besides, with the busy lives you both live that the only time you could see each other are those late dinner dates, this week would be a special one.

You couldn't help but think of all the scenarios of you with Jungwoo in this resort. Given the glistening emerald blue waters and the towering palm trees and the clear blue sky plus the man of your dreams, of course you would take pictures. Or just laying under the sun to get all the Vitamin D that you've been lacking from being holed into your office. Or just snuggling with Jungwoo on the sheets inside your beach house. Or even having sex with Jungwoo on the sho-

"Baby," Jungwoo chuckles. "What are you thinking of?" He asks, before planting a kiss on your forehead. "You look deep in thought," he added. A blush crept on your cheeks, making you wonder if he has read your mind being raunchy. You sigh before answering, "I still can't believe you booked this whole beach resort for the whole week, Woo. I-Isn't it too much?" He only chuckles, looking at your cute wondering face before hugging you tighter. "Baby, if it means spending my time for you, then it's not too much. It's worth it," he kisses your forehead again. "Besides," he grins cockily, "it would be a great place for us to make up for all the sex we've been missing."

You slap his stomach, your cheeks heating up, "Woo!" You hide your face on his toned chest, embarrassed even though it's just the two of you here. "Nah, just kidding, baby," he runs his fingers through your hair. "We'll just stay here and cuddle… and enjoy as much as we can." He pulls you to straddle him. "I miss moments like this," he says while nuzzling your chest and hugging you tight.

The action alone made you squirm. Aside from his nose unintentionally tickling your sensitive chest, it didn't help but awaken your dick confined in the warmth of your shorts. He internally smirks, knowing what he is doing before kissing your erect nipples through your shirt, which immediately sends shockwaves to your body. "J-Jungwoo," you whimper before pulling his head closer to your chest and subtly moving your hips against his crotch. You can tell your boyfriend gets turned on as well by the way he grinds his hips against yours. His hands made their way to your ass cheeks and aggressively grabbed on them. A loud moan escapes your mouth from how hard he squeezes the globes of your ass.

Seeing Jungwoo's face against your chest, you cup his face and slam your lips against his soft ones. It didn't take him a second to kiss back and hungrily devour your lips. You miss the sensation of his soft lips locking against yours and all those moments when he was on top of you and devouring your face. There were times when your kisses get messy with your drool everywhere on your mouths. This time would be no different. You wrap your arms around his head to deepen the kiss and instantly, he bites your lower lip and inserts his tongue in your mouth. You taste the wine you both had earlier as he maneuvers his tongue inside your mouth.

A soft noise of arousal escapes your throat as Jungwoo moves your hips against his grinding body, his shorts doing no justice in hiding his erection. You both hear pants and soft moans you both pulled out for much-needed air. Jungwoo smirks at how swollen your lips have become. Chapstick ruined by your drool. Looking at you with lust and love, Jungwoo immediately attacks your neck with soft kisses not missing to hit the spot that makes you weak for him. Your eyes roll back upon feeling Jungwoo biting on your neck. He growls upon seeing the faded marks littered on your neck and it's high time he replaces it with new, visible, large love bites and you happily expose your neck for him to mark.

Your hips didn't slow down as well. Matching Jungwoo's energy, you grind harder against his obvious bulge, his shorts being stained with the wetness coming from his slit. Jungwoo lets out a loud moan before flipping your positions and pinning you lying on the wide couch. Breathy moans came from Jungwoo as he grinds on you, his clothed cock prodding on your thighs. "Fuck, baby, I love you," he growls before slamming his lips on yours. The kiss this time is slow and passionate, with soft moans and sounds of arousal coming from both of you, expressing your burning love for each other. You wrap your hands around Jungwoo's neck to keep close the distance between the both of you.

Subtly, his hands tugged at the bottom of your shirt. He swiftly pulls out and takes your shirt off. Your shorts went flying after, exposing your whole body to the soft sea breeze. He quickly takes off his shirt, revealing the toned body that always made you hard and leaking just at the sight. And with how fine Jungwoo looks between your legs, it is impossible to go soft. He softly pulls your legs up, planting soft kisses in your inner thighs. "Just lay down there, prince," he softly whispers. "Let me do all the work for you," he kisses your inner thighs.

Before you could whine about him not kissing you where you wanted to, he instantly grabbed your aching length and took your dick in his mouth in one go. Rapidly, he bobs his head all over your length and moans at the taste of your precum oozing out your slit. With how good Jungwoo takes you whole, you couldn't help but buck your hips upward to gain more friction on your dick, which made him gag slightly. With one hand, he presses and massages your balls with the right pressure. With the other, he holds your hips down before wandering it all over your body and makes its way on your sensitive nipples, which he stimulates by flicking and pinching on them. With how good Jungwoo takes your dick and how sexy he looked between your legs, you couldn't help but squirm and hold on into the couch's material for dear life.

"Ahhh- fuck!" Your hips bucked upwards into Jungwoo's mouth as if it had a mind of its own. With Jungwoo's warm mouth sending you into overdrive, it made it impossible for you to contain your noises in this beach resort. If there were people, they would've heard Jungwoo's name being screamed repeatedly, which made him smirk as he takes you whole and slams his head on your base and moans harder on your dick. That alone made you edge closer to your climax, your throbbing dick threatening to spill inside the warmth of Jungwoo's mouth.

"J-Jungwoo… baby… I-I'm," you whimper and with that, Jungwoo pulls away, smirking at the mess you have become from an orgasm that was ripped off you. "W-Why did you stop?" You whimper with beady eyes, giving Jungwoo a desperate look. "I-I was close," you whimper.

Jungwoo leans down and cups yours face and begins planting soft kisses all over your face. "Just trust me, baby boy. I'll make you feel good," he calmly whispers before leaving a peck on your lips. Out of the pocket of his shorts, he takes a packet of lube before fully taking off his shorts and boxers. You instantly held your legs up upon seeing this. He squeezes a significant amount on his fingers before entering your awaiting hole which twitched upon feeling the cold lube and Jungwoo's fingers stretching you out.

If it weren't for the butt plug you were wearing earlier, you might've been shrieking in pain right now. Jungwoo is a delicate person and you knew that. In all your sessions, he always made sure that you were doing alright with no pain or concerns and this time won't be different. After a few minutes of prepping, Jungwoo finally applied the remaining lube on his cock, to which he moaned deeply as he pumped its length. After grabbing a nearby pillow and putting it under your waist, Jungwoo slowly inserts his lubed cock into your prepped hole. The both of you released a series of groans at the entry, as if you were both fucking for the first time from how tight your walls were welcoming Jungwoo's cock.

"H-Hold my hand, please," you whimper to which Jungwoo lovingly complied. You spent the whole time kissing while waiting for you to fully adjust to his length. Jungwoo also lulled and whispered sweet nothings to your ear keeping still until waiting for the signal to continue.

"Please move," you whisper at the same time clench your walls around his shaft. Instantly, Jungwoo thrusts at a slow pace hitting your prostate everytime to which you moan in chorus. You were basically a puddle of moans as Jungwoo pokes your prostate with his tip and as he leaves soft bites into your collarbones and chest, resulting in pink marks decorating the area.

"What a pretty boy you are," Jungwoo praises before moving at a faster pace. "So pretty and perfect for me," he kisses your forehead. "My love," he kisses your cheek, "My sweetheart," he kisses your other cheek, "My prince," he lovingly locks his lips into yours. The kiss was less rough than before. Rather, his lips move slower and softer against yours. You feel the warmth from Jungwoo's chest and the butterflies dancing in your stomach. Sparks ignite through your whole body as Jungwoo leans in closer, making sounds of sincere bliss. If only you could hold your breath and be in this position with Jungwoo forever, you'd definitely do all that it takes to make this possible.

You both pull out for air and release a series of guttural moans signalling your incoming high. "Jungwoo, please," you whimpered desperately. "I'm gonna cum," you sob as he hits your prostate repeatedly. "Baby boy," he grunts. "I'm… fucking close as well," he curses under his breath. "Fuck," you scream as you feel your orgasm building up. Seeing this, Jungwoo locks your fingers with his as he thrusts desperately to chase both your highs.

"Jungwoo," you whimper as you finally shoot your load between your warm bodies. Milky cum mixing with the sweat and adding to the warmth between your bodies. Jungwoo releases inside you shortly after, cursing and grunting while chasing the remains of his high. To say you were overwhelmed was an understatement as you feel your sleepiness hug you. However, you don't miss the 'I love you' coming from Jungwoo, making you smile before drifting off in his arms.

The calming rush of the waves of the sea and the shifting on the sheets woke you up. You open your eyes and find yourself in the bedroom of your rented beach house. Next to you was a just woke up Jungwoo, with his adorable bed hair, looking at you with so much fondness. You smile back and snuggle closer to his chest and take in his sweet scent and the warmth of him and the sheets.

"Good morning, angel," he sweetly whispers before planting a sweet kiss on your forehead, making you smile in ecstasy.

This must be heaven.

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#nct #nct x male reader #male reader #nct imagines #nct smut #smut #nct 127 #nct 127 x male reader #nct 127 smut #nct kim jungwoo #kim jungwoo smut #kim jungwoo #jungwoo smut #kim jungwoo x reader #jungwoo x male reader #jungwoo scenarios #jungwoo imagines

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a-bi-disaster · 2 years ago

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My favorite Steddie tropes

(Why the fuck a 3-month-old ship has enough tropes for me to rank them again?)

Future!AU. Best be about 10 years after they finally defeated Vecna, all the kids are already graduated and have jobs scattering around America. Steve would always be the last one to leave Hawkins behind. I always imagine Steve would be some kind of teacher, just working with kids in general. Maybe he would go to community college and work his way up to his master in education and then find a job teaching elementary students. Maybe he would be a basketball coach for school. Eddie might be whisked away by the government. And he would totally be something like a rock star or a writer, and a famous one at that. His imagination, theatrical tendencies topple up with what he actually went through is the combo for something so beautiful and captivating. I even have a list of what I think all the kids would do once they actually grow up...

Disaster bi! Steve and Confident gay! Eddie. Do I even have to SAY ANYTHING ELSE? I should just write “Canon Steddie” instead lmao. A plus if Eddie is a soft dom and do a whole Power Point introduction to BDSM for Steve.

Time loop trope. (Is this a trope? It should be. Everyone should be writing Steve going through a time loop hundreds of time to try and save his family)

Dustin finds out Steve and Eddie are dating by accident. Imagining seeing your parents bang it out, I’m not even gonna blame Dustin if he become homophobic after this.

Eddie just keeps running away (figuratively and literally) and Steve just keeps chasing him.

OMG THEY ARE RIVAL CAMP COUNSELORS

Steve, by some magic (mostly his blinding love for that one metalhead), agreed to play DnD. He and Eddie flirt through their characters the whole night. The kids hate it.

They both get nightmares and seek each other out.

Highschool AU, they met/fucked/dated/became friends before the events in Season 4 happened.

Vampire!Eddie and Werewolf!Steve. Sorry not sorry.

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beeslibrarycorner · 2 years ago

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(Monster) Peter Ballard x Reader

Word count: 385

Warnings: Crack fic

Plot: Vecna takes y/n, an interesting conversation ensues.

A/N: Humor is on the menu tonight people. Just finished the last episode and can't think of angst lmao.

“Your time is up y/n” you heard a voice boom as you walked through the abandoned house, down the street from yours. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked around to see that no one was there. Then you stepped on a rotting floorboard and fell through.

After you got up from falling through the rotted wooden floor you came face to face with a humanoid looking alien thing. You looked up at him confused as he started to speak, “you are finally home where you belong y/n, now we-”.

“Are you supposed to be Freddy Krueger or something? Are you trying to copy him?” You asked, looking in shock. He looked confused now, “who?” he said, looking down at you. “You know the burnt looking dude with the finger knife glove and he chases kids around and haunts peoples dreams” you explained.

“Never heard of him” the creature said as he crossed his arms looking at you pointedly. “Does it look like I'm burned and have a knife glove thing?” He questioned. “No but you could never be too sure these days, also you look pretty nasty” you said. He huffed again and you continued, “Actually you look like Darth Vader from the star wars movies. Ya know when he takes his mask off.”. The creatures eyes widened and he scoffed, “I don’t know of this Darth Vader, but I wear no mask”

“You may benefit from wearing one, the flying rat things in the sky seem to be avoiding you. Maybe if you wore something they would actually be closer to you.” you said pointing at the bats above. He scoffed again, looking offended.

“Well you're stuck here forever now, so make yourself comfortable”, he grumbled walking away. You followed him, ”Hey how does that work? If I'm going to be stuck down here forever then I'm going to just bother you for eternity.”

And that became the day Vecna learned his lesson on falling in love with a mortal girl because she reminded him of somebody he used to know. He regretted taking the girl and putting a spell that makes her live forever. She now harasses him for the rest of time and sometimes they crack a cold one and talk about life, if and when they are on good terms.

#vecna x reader #stranger thing season 4

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foxilayde · 2 years ago

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The Stranger Part 2/2 Jack from Mojave x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Dark themes, DARK. CHASING, NONCON SMUT

Summary: 100 second head start in a game of chase. Is it enough time to get away? Probably not.

A/N: I hope this is what you nasty bitches wanted lmao enjoy I love you guys.

How many seconds do you have left? 70? 60? Who is to say he’s even honoring that time frame, he’s probably already kicking dust behind you and the only reason you can’t hear him is because of the blood pumping in your ears and your wild breathing. This is what it’s like to be a jackrabbit, bounding in the bush from the snapping teeth of a coyote. Luckily the moon is bright enough that your footfalls avoid large things like the prickly brush and snake holes.

Fuck, you should have known better, should have known that everything comes alive at night in the desert with all its nocturnal-eyed creatures, the prowlers and the dwellers. Big fucking mistake going out here alone, the biggest of your life, and the last one you’ll ever get to make. Well that and the mistake you make when your heel lands on a piece of pointed quartz or granite and at the last second you swallow your scream and attempt to run though it, to push past the searing pain in your heel and the twist in your ankle. Fuuuuuck. You have your boots in your arms but when (if ever) is a good time to put them on? When exactly will you have sufficient space between you and Jack when you can feel free to take a moment to lace up? Not now. Definitely not now.

You think it’s a trick of the moonlight when you see the cave in the split of the hill. The hill looks familiar, but so does everything. That’s the thing about the raw desert of the Mojave. It all looks the same. No landmarks to go by, just moderate hill after moderate hill of even sparsity and plant species. You weren’t quick enough to clock the position of the moon or the stars when you took off running. You went forward, but forward can turn to the side and the side can turn into a full circle and a full circle can turn into a spiral, especially if you have a tendency to keep veering right at every tumbleweed.

You head for the cave anyway because at the very least, it’s shade when the sun rises, it’s a place to put your boots on, maybe to check if you have a compass on you so you can start plotting a real way out of here instead of running with your eyes on the sides of your head right into the path of a semi.

The cave is deep enough and tall enough that you stand up fully the whole way into the dark recess of it. It’s not the sort of prey stronghold that would suit any creature of the Mojave so there isn’t any fear of running into anything when you turn at the end and slouch down. You should have pulled out your flashlight from your pack while you were still in the moonlight. It’s going to be much harder to find it like this in the solid black of the back of the cave but you don’t care. You need to rest, you need a gulp of water, and you need to put your shoes on. All of which you manage to do relatively well, and in your hiking boots you feel much calmer already, with your ankles secure and the warm compression of your socks.

You pull from your half filled canteen, spilling some water down your chin and you wonder when your next drink of water will be. Where it will come from. This bottle isn’t enough to last you more than one or two days in the Mojave before you start to get sick with heat. You’re more careful with your next sips.

You dig around your backpack to feel for either your flashlight or for your compass, the latter of which you finally get and shove into the pocket of your sweats. You hear a little rustling deeper in the cave and the thought suddenly sickens you that Jack has been sitting in the cave with you the whole time, in the absolute darkness, listening to you gulp water and wrap your ankle, your cursing and breathing, rustling around to find your things… just waiting in the dark. For what? For you to find your flashlight and turn it on his face? Just to scare you? You don’t know him well but he does seem to be one for theatrics.

Your heart speeds up and your stomach drops, your imagination is picturing him right next to you in the blackness, the hairs in your ear prickle with trying to pick up any hint of his breathing nearby, and your mind tricks itself into thinking that he is there. You don’t know if you should leave, or wait it, out or find your flashlight and shine it into the darkness to know for sure. One thing is for sure, is that if he IS in this cave with you, he’s not going to let you leave, so you have to be smart about your exit. You can’t let him know you’re onto him, that you’re going to jump out of here quick as lightning. So you make a big show about sighing and fake leaning back against the wall of the cave, you pretend to stretch when you’re really getting into position to bolt out. Fuck, how exactly are you going to do this, really do this, really outrun the coyote himself, in the dark, especially with your fucking ankle?

You’re stalling and if he has any good predatory senses, which you know he does, he’s onto the plan and each second you waste debating and faking getting comfortable in the cave. He can probably hear the way your heart thuds like jackrabbits legs. With his glittering nocturnal eyes, can he see the way your eyes dilate and fail to focus on anything for lack of light and reference? Is it real or is your mind playing tricks with you in the dark?

You swear you feel the heat of his breath on your neck when you finally push off the cave floor and make your hasty exit out, your clumsy feet slipping on the loose rock of the mouth of the cave, you brace yourself surprisingly well on your hands and run on all fours for several beats before righting yourself and taking satisfying shoed-footfalls down the ravine. You’re hardly ‘running’ at all, the gravity of the downslope doing all the distance-making for you. You aren’t careful the way you would be on a hike like this; taking it heel-toe-heel toe. No you’re side sliding at this point. Paces between yourself and the cave being the prime directive and in your haste the side of your boot catches only dust on your compromised ankle, sending you rolling down the dusty surface. Your eyes are full of dirt, your hair snags painfully on a brush and you’re blindly reaching and scrambling for something to cling to on your decent, fingers digging into tumbling thin gravel when the sliding mercifully stops.

You wipe your tear tracked eyes on your sleeves and hoist yourself up on all battered fours, spitting out grains of sand. You think you smell water, hear the rushing of water. But it could very well be the smell of blood in your mouth and the rushing of it in your ears. The mind plays tricks on you at night. An oasis would be too much to hope for.

You rise to your feet and brush the dirt from your sleeping clothes, sighing and groaning heavily you sit back on your heels. There is water, the rushing water of a small Oasis but you can hardly appreciate the glittering blackness of it when a long knife makes contact with your gritty, sweaty neck.

It makes your blood run cold despite the dark resinous heat of the night and Jack’s arm comes to wrap around your chest, pinning your arms (not that you’d struggle to move anyway with the promise of the blade at the pulsing life of you).

“That was quite a show, sister, quite a fucking show.” You’re wrapped within the wings of his coat, nowhere to run. Even if you were to escape it’s only up up up in all directions here at the bottom of everything, where the water rushes, where you’ll never be found. Your lip quivers and and you tremble in his grasp.

“Gotta hand it to ya sister, lasted a lot longer than I thought you would.” He pushes you down then, your face to the side in the dirt, a knee on on each of your hamstrings, hands pinned behind your back.

“What I don’t understand though, and maybe you can help me out with this, is why…” he uses his knife to cut a line up the back of your long sleeve shirt, exposing your bare back to the moonlight. “Why you took off out of that hidey-hole like a bat outta hell, hmmm?” He grabs your hair to pull your neck up, sliding his nose on the side of your cheek. “Something spook you in there?”

You choke on a sob when he kisses your cheek, “what was it, little sister. Answer me.”

“You.”

“Me? I was watchin the mouth of the cave from the ridge. Couldn’t’ve been me what spooked ya … oh wait… we’re you thinkin’ about ol’ Jack in that cave, sister? Wanting me in there all nice n’ cosy with you?”

If he is telling the truth, which you have no reason to believe he’s not, then it was all imagined, it was all in your fickle mind, seeing images in the absolute darkness, phantom breaths and threats.

“Welp little sister. As fun as this chase has been, and believe me, it has been quite the diversion, I believe its come to judgement day, wouldn’t ya say?”

Judgement day. Fucking death. All of that all of that scraping and clawing, running and hiding, only to be back at square one. You might as well be back at your campsite, shorn sleeping bag at your legs, forfeiting the hundred second challenge and letting him slit your neck like he’s done to your bag, to your shirt. What’s the difference if your blood spills here or there? Besides a more concise murder investigation.

His knees continue to press into the backs of your thighs and he drags the cool metal of his blade up and down your exposed spine.

“You don’t have to kill me.” You offer weakly.

“What was that, bright angel? Didn’t catch that.”

“You… you don’t have to kill me. Don’t you wan’t to keep playing?’

“Playing, you say? We did play. You lost. You don’t want to be a sore loser now, do you little sister?”

“What about a best two out of three?”

You aren’t thinking clearly, everything coming out of your mouth is an instinctual bargain to keep yourself alive for a precious few more moments, seeking this predator’s motivation. He said he liked the diversion, didn’t he? He must be bored out here in the desert by himself. If only you could prove yourself useful to him, to his entertainment.

“Two outta three, huh?” This knife leaves your back and you can hear the way he scratches the stubble of his sharp jaw behind you. “I’m listening.”

“You don’t want to kill me.”

“Bold assumption, girlie, bold. Lets not forget who holds all the cards here. Bargaining 101? You’re gonna have to give me something I don’t got.”

Is this what he’s been angling for this whole time then? Has he been waiting to offer your flesh up to the buzzard on a silver platter. You hope that’s the case because that is a hand you posess, you can play that. But you’ll have to play it well.

“A-are those the Deep Creek hot springs over there?”

Jack growls a laugh, “Sharp eye, little sister. So you did get your little hands on a topographical before settin’ sail. That they are, that they are.”

The little river flows only a few meters away and you start to form your plan. You lick the dirt and sweat from your lips and lower your voice as seductively as you can. “Let me wash off in that hot spring and i’ll… I’ll let you fuck me.”

Jack barks a laugh that brays to the moon. “Let me? You’ll let me? What hospitality, little sister.”

“Please, Jack.” You whisper into the dirt. He pauses a few more moments, dragging the blade up and down your spine again in a cold steel power move. “You wanna chase me? Into the springs? I can put up a fight if you want…”

The offer hangs between you in a tempting shroud, you don’t know what’s going through his mind when he shifts his knees off of your legs and pulls the sweats and panties down from your ass and down to your knees, he glides the flat end of his blade lightly over the folds of your exposed pussy, bringing the blade up to his tongue to lick the frightened slick off the metal.

“Mmmm, take your boots off. Go on, now. Get up, take those boots off, sister. I’m inclined to indulge in your little request.”

You get to a seated position as quickly as you can, unlacing your hastily-tied boots and shoving them off along with your sweats and panties. Your shorn sleep shirt falls easily from your arms and you tentatively rise to stand, wobbling a bit on your twisted ankle, using his shoulder to right yourself.

“Providing you don’t try any funny business, you hear?”

You gulp and nod, hiding your chest instinctively behind shivering arms.

He rises and licks his lips, scanning you up and down, tilting his hat up in a not so southern gentlemanly fashion.

“You want a head start, sister? ‘Fore I catch you?” His knife is dangling limply in his hand, he drops it in the dirt but holds his stare on you as he unlaces his boots, kicking them off along with his pants, duster and hat. In no time he’s down to nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs and the bandana. He shifts his arms back in a swimmer’s stretch and cracks his neck side to side.

“Maybe just… just ten seconds head start?”

“Smart girl. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Everything the moonlight touches is mine. Includin’ that pretty rump of yours.”

You’re under no supposition that you’ll be able to fight this man off and as he counts “One, two, better skiddle de do darlin’, three—“ You rush into the cold water, sloshing and making your way to the natural heated stone pools just a few strokes away. The oasis is teeming with life and you feel the little fish graze your legs as you splash and hoist yourself into the hot spring bath. Moments later you hear Jack splash and swim with tenacity, and soon, much too soon, he grabs your ankle. You squeal and kick his chest, which only makes him grab harder, using your leg as leverage to climb into the hot pool with you.

The warm volcanic water feels like heaven on your muscles and you sigh into the natural stone bench of the pool. It feels very much like a man-made hot tub and Jack splashes in. He ducks his head under water and wipes the water from his face when he emerges. A distinct and instinctual part of you scans him, appreciating his fine muscular form. If he wasn’t such a blood thirsty desert dweller, he’d do well enough on his own to ensnare women with more reputable means. But he isn’t, so he ducks his face halway under water and grabs your leg again, wrapping it around his thick waist. Your breath speeds up a tick.

“Fair and square, babydoll, fair and square two outta three.” He picks up your other leg and wraps it around his waist. “You gonna give me a congratulatory kiss? Or you gonna make me take that from you too?” He presses his bandana-clad forehead to yours.

Your shaking hand comes up to grip him gently behind his neck and draw his face close to yours, the moment your lips meet he’s licking into your mouth deeply, as if to drink the precious water from your lips. The water sloshes gently around the both of you and his hands come to grab your naked hips. It’s… not so bad, it’s nice even, with the warm water… he’s a good kisser for a bloodthirsty fuck, and he draws your hips closer, your pussy meeting his hard cock through the boxer briefs.

Both of his hands travel up your waist in tandem, over your ribcage, hot palms resting on the sides of your tits, he thumbs your nipples causing you to draw his mouth even closer to yours, licking into the smoky hotness of his mouth. He flicks your nipples with his thumbs and grinds deeply into the open and needy center of you. The spring bubbles with tiny streams of heat around you and you use your feet to push down his boxer briefs, releasing his predatory heat from the confines of the fabric. He groans loudly into your mouth, forcing you you suck up the hot dirty expletives into your own. His pushing hips notch his hardness at the core of you and he presses in with tight interference. His cock pushes through your tense fear, fucking you more and more open with every thrust of his hips until he is fully seated in you, until his snapping pelvis makes solid fucking contact with the junction of you, and you cry into his mouth from the stretch of him.

“Ah! Mother always taught me not to play with my food, but in this case, I’ll have to make an exception.”

His arms snake around your waist and using the leverage of the spa floor he fucks up into your needy cunt, rubbing hot and hard at the apex of your pleasure. The water sloshes around you and you can taste the faint sulfuric presence between your lips when you continue to lick into his mouth, using both hands now on his cheeks to keep him there, rubbing his tongue with your own.

Fuck, he’s so big everywhere, inside of you, around you, his figure blocks out the moon and you screw your eyes shut anyway.

You can’t be bothered to care how technically wrong it is to give and receive pleasure from this man who wanted to kill you, who his now licking into your whining mouth and fucking into your wet hole. He rubs so well against your cunt that you’re almost sorry to admit he’s going to make you cum, and soon.

You break the kiss with a moan and bite your bottom lip when you convulse on his bare cock, fuck knows where it’s been, fuck cares. Your body achieves an equilibrium with the warmth of the springs when you cum, perfectly matching the heat of your skin. Your fingernails dig into his back and his thrusts speed up.

“Gonna fill you up sister.” He pants and smirks just out of reach of your lips.

“No, please.” No, he can’t. You’re not on anything, you can’t let him— you break his sloppy kiss and use your hands to push his hips away to no avail, you squirm your hips, but he’s got you painfully pressed against the natural stone and he laughs with a coldness unbefitting the hot spring and the hot air.

“Wasn’t up for debate, princess.” He licks the side of your face before burying his nose in the crook of your neck. “Fuck, oh fuck, here it comes, take it all, ohhh yesss. Yess, sister thats right.” Jack shivers, throws his head back and pumps hot into your tightly pressed body as you continue to shove his thighs with your feet to no avail.

He goes slack and your final kick to his thigh sends him stumbling back. For a heart stoping moment you think he’ll retaliate but he just ducks under the water once again, emerging to wipe his face and throw back his hair. He puffs out his chest and howls to the moon then, a sound that chills your overheated bones.

“Mighty fine chase, little sister. Best I’ve had in a long time.” He goes to tuck a wet lock behind your ear and you flinch from the contact. “Gettin’ shy on me now? Gettin shy on ol’ Jacky when you got my seed in your little belly? Nuh uh, none o’ that.”

You drop your shoulders in defeat and close your eyes as a tear trickles down your cheek.

“What are you going to do with me?” Your voice cracks feebly, realizing he’s had his fun and has no need for you now. There’s so many places to hide your body and you’re so far from your site it’s unlikely any recognizable part of you will ever be found.

Jack climbs out of the pool and wrings out his sopping boxer briefs on the stony dirt patch on the side of the spring, stepping back into the soaking fabric, tucking his limp cock into the them with a groan.

“Well, I did have my heart set on slitting that pretty little neck of yours, full transparency sister, full transparency.”

You choke on a sob.

“But.” Your heart lifts. “Circumstances change, don’t they? Yessir. God help me, you look so pretty all fucked out and full of me, don’t you?” He bites his bottom lip and grabs your upper arm to hoist you out of the spring. The water sluices down your naked body and the rivuleting water glimmers in the moonlight. You stumble on your twisted ankle, using his bare shoulders to steady you.

“Choice is yours, little sister. I can cut your pretty neck right here, leave a feast for the buzzards… I can let you stumble back to your empty campsite all on your lonesome, or you can come home with me, choice is yours.”

Before you can think or answer he grips your chin between his palm. “Now, full transparency, like I said, I wouldn’t recommend option two, on account of I will be taking your clothes.” He gestures to the bank where your clothes lay. “Those are mine now; you’ll have no water, no way to find your way back. You’ll be dead by noon, garun fucking tee. Shit, if you pick option two I’d probably do you a mercy and just slit your fucking throat regardless.”

He’s right. There’s no way you’d survive without him, not that he’d leave you any loophole of staying at the spring to circumnavigate his stipulation; that you make your way back to your campsite. There’s only one option.

“I’ll… go home with you?”

“Smart girl.”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Like I said. Smart. Girl.” His teeth glint in the moonlight and he pats your cheek condescendingly before gesturing to your ankle with a nod of his head. “Can you walk on that thing or is ol’ Jacky going to have to assist?”

You hold your chin up high despite your nakedness and your vulnerable state. “I can walk.”

His only reply is a grin before he turns around, back to the direction of your scattered clothes. He pats his naked thigh and whistles at you like a dog to follow. Which you do.

END

tagging if you interacted with pt.1

@andromeda-dear @muunliight @lovely-cryptid @ophelialoveshandsomemen @bear-na-leabharlainne @theoddballinyourcloset @sharin4readers @h0unds-of-h3ll

#Jack #John Jackson #Jack from Mojave #Oscar Isaac #fanfic

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cosmictulips · 3 years ago

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You've got a friend in me (PAC) 🧸🤠

this is a PAC about who is coming in to help you with your journey. this may also pick up on who is already helping you with your journey. Inspired by the movie : Toy Story!

as always if you wish to tip your reader you get a fun reading out of it.

there's a list of other PACS that I've done already that are...themed base I suppose lmao. I honestly have a lot of fun with these so, lets go. it's pretty simple.

Pick a Gif! and we'll see who is around you or is coming in to help you on your journey. ... this may also just end up being how your friends see you lmao.

... so yea these are small af. lmaooo. 1,2, 3

Pile 1's

Knight of Cups, Strength, 03 of Wands, Wheel of Fortune, 10 of Wands , the Star, 10 of Pentacles, King of Swords

okay, so there's a few ideas running through my head. first, this could be people at a distance from you. like coworkers, managers, family members that you may not know all too well. these people feel like silent supporters. they defend you when you're not around and are honest to the gods, trying to look out for you.

these are people that feel impacted by you somehow. I really do think these are not people you would normally think of. like a mother you may not have the best relationship with. or a cousin you haven't spoken to in years. a coworker that you only see...well at work lol.

Get the gist here? the people who are supporting you, would I guess... be considered secondary characters lol. just the everyday people you run into. they see you as someone who is chasing after their own dreams and someone who is very strong and courageous.

they see you as a go getter. and they want to give you a helping hand. some people may not say things in a soft way. they can come across as the king of Swords here. cold, ruthless, logical. but they don't mean to be as rude as they are.

they can just see what steps may lie ahead and they want you to know in advance. these are also people who may project onto you a little. they see the dreamer in you. they see the advocate, the doer. and they project onto you what they wish someone had ...said or done for them.

but just know, you are protected and guided by the many faces you see. in your life, there are no coincidences. every person you meet is meant to teach you something.

Pile 2's

06 of Wands, the Hanged Man, Ace of Cups, Page of Pentacles, 03 of Wands, 02 of Pentacles, 04 of Cups, Page of Wands, the Hermit

okay. this person feels older than you. for some of you this is an older sibling, for others it's a parent, and for others it's a grandparent. someone older. than you. someone who has been through the trials of life and have come out the other side.

I feel like for someone this could be a teach or a guidance counselor as well. either way it is an older person lol. and they have gone down the same path that you are on now. they are compassionate, a little lost in their own thoughts, and very sentimental.

they know the struggles of life, but they also know the successes. and they see you as someone who is just getting out there. someone who is exploring the world around them and you're trying to be cautious.

I think... they want you to be a little more open. falling and failing is a part of life and they are here to help you in any way that you can. but I think anxiety or fear in general is stopping some of you. and they may try to push you out of your comfort zone.

they want you to know that they are very proud of you. they always will be. and in this lifetime, you need to learn how to be proud of yourself. don't be afraid of making tough choices, and trying new things that scare you. there's this... sense of feeling insecure or indecisive.

that is why they are here. to help you make the best choice. let them help you ;)

Pile 3's

the High Priestess, the Star, 10 of Pentacles, 10 of Cups, 04 of Wands, 02 of Cups, the Hermit, Queen of Cups, King of Wands,

You guys are my intuitive group, ain't ya? you guys have a team of guides behind you on the other side. deities, ancestors, spirit animals. whatever you want them to manifest as, they will come to you. this is a strong gut feeling that comes to you. deja vu, tarot readings, those angel number things.

this is also close friends and family. this is someone who is kind of bossy lmao. but also, someone who loves you so deeply. SO SO deeply. a mother, a sister, a lover.

I almost feel like you guys are the ones who get messages at just the right time and you do it for others as well. you take what you have learned, and push it forward. and that's why the universe is always whispering to you.

Learn what you have used in isolation and step forth into the comforting arms around you. these people will not leave your side. and those who have and are trying to come back, realize that people can change and grow. and... these people, these guides, see you as someone with a lot of power and a lot of potential.

these people can see the happiness that awaits for you. the abundance. and they want to at least walk beside you as you go forth.

#pac #tarot #pick a card #free tarot readings #tarot readings #free tarot reading #pacs

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blueflameart · 2 years ago

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hii can i request that one "getting caught making out" with kunikida? i think its a fun idea for him bc reader would've had to be the one to convince him to do that in the work place lmao

Omg ya I wrote something similar to this for dazai! It was user fun so I’d love to write one for kunikida!!

Dazai version

Warnings:: suggestive but no real smut, making out with out great detail

More under the cut!!!

“What!? Are you even hearing yourself right now Y/n?!”

“Ya of course I am.”

Kunikida huffed in annoyance, you’d been teasing and begging at him to sneak off somewhere and have ‘fun.’ “Oh but please Kuniiiii I swear no one will know!” You pleaded but he just stared at you with the most disappointed look he’s ever given you.

“Ugh but why? We’re at work, you can’t wait till we get home or something?” He crossed his arms after pushing up his glasses and lowering his voice, even though you both were in the privacy of the hallway near the bathrooms.

“Well I mean, I can wait but ya gotta give me something!! You expect me to wait for what? 3 more hours? What kind of boyfriend leaves their lover stranded in time of need!?” You pushed and giving out your own huff but with more of a dramatic flare to it. “Would a few kisses work? BUT LIKE IN PRIVATE SOMEWHERE-“ “Ya totality,” you smirked grabbing his larger hand and skipping, or we’ll dragging behind a disappointed Kunikida along to the family bathrooms.

Pushing him inside and closing the door, twisting the lock, the blonde turned around to look at you as you immediately went and shoved yourself into his arms pulling him up/down by collar and smashing your lips against his. He cupped one of your cheeks with his hand while his other traveled down to your waist and pulling you into him. He turned his head just slightly to deepen the kiss.

The only time the kiss was broken was for a few gasps of air right before going back at it, eventually Kunikida backed you up into the wall, his hand that was previously on you cheek now tangled in your locks, holding your head. Now remember when you twisted the lock? Ya, well… it didn’t fully lock.

“Ahhh finally I get to pee- yo..” Dazai waltzed through the door like nothing and just awkwardly stared at the both of you, mouths hung open and eyes wide. Kunikida pushed you behind him, “You never learned to knock?” “You never learned to keep that in the bedroom?” They both have an annoyed huff, “I gotta go man- so ya might wanna leave, the janitors closet is always open though!” The brunette playful king smirked.

“Shut up you suicidal manic,” kunikida was already pushing you out of the bathroom and further into the hallway. “I’m going to punch you, I told you to wait no?” “How was I supposed to know he was gonna walk in?” “By locking the door incase someone or anyone walks in… ya know what? We aren’t doing anything at all tonight as your punishment.”

You gasped and gave him a offended look, hand coming to rest against your chest, “Wait- wait your joking right? Right babe?” He only stared at you and walked off leaving you alone the hallway, starring at his fading form a with a shocked face, immediately chasing after him to beg him for forgiveness.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT KUNIKIDA PLEASE YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO MEEEEEE!!”

#bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bungo stray dogs fluff #kunikida doppo #kunikida x reader #kunikida fluff

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chuuyrr · 3 years ago

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1st years + sukuna babysits scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): none

i thought of another one lmao + i also think that sukuna would be a big softie for scarlet witch, baby fushiguro reader, he's definitely not canonically but in my works, he is a softie.

you don't usually stay with your older, half-brother megumi, but he'd be happy to look after you when gojo can't.

gojo had to go somewhere again so he left you in your half older brother's care and of course, nobara at yuji comes along with that.

"i will be away for a couple of days, look after kikufuku over here okay?"

gojo kissed your mochi-like cheeks, watching you giggle and smile in delight. "don't give your brother and his friends too much trouble now!"

"we'll watch [name]-chan, don't you worry bout' a thing gojo-sensei!" chimed yuji and nobara as megumi took you from gojo's arms after you had kissed his cheek goodbye and that's when the chaos began.

"gumi-nii!" you squealed, snuggling up in his arms like the bundle of sunshine you were.

"that's so cute!"

"he just called fushiguro 'gumi-nii'!"

this caused yuji and nobara to coo and gawk at your cuteness. megumi, on the other hand, buried his face in your hair. he did not want to be seen blushing from your cuteness.

"hello [name]." he lifted his head to smile at you.

nobara asked in a baby-like voice. "you are such a cutiepatootie! what do you wanna do [name]-chan?~"

"oh! do you guys wanna take [name] out?" yuji suggested, "we can go out to eat and walk."

"i wanna go out!" your eyes practically had stars in them as they lit up with excitement.

as much as megumi wanted to stay in with you today, he couldn't resist you. so he agreed to yuji's suggestion and brought you outside of jujutsu high along with yuji and nobara.

what they didn't know was that little [name]-chan can sometimes be a cat with zoomies. you were always bouncing and running up and about whenever something piques your interests.

you might have tiny legs, but those legs can freaking run a mile if you wanted. luckily, yuji was fast as you are—meaning he was the only who could run and catch you whenever you've ran off too far or to a not-so-safe place like in the middle of a freaking road, chasing after a dog leashed by its owner with cars zooming by left and right.

he'd always be there to swoop you in his arms which would always make you giggle and bubble with laughter, naively thinking you were now playing a game of tag or chase with yuji.

megumi, nobara and yuji took you to a restaurant and got you your favorite katsudon dish. you happily ate your food. after eating lunch, they took you to your favorite pokemon stores and your brother got you a pikachu stuffed that was twice your size just because.

megumi is your brother. it may not look like it, but he really cares for you and your happiness means the world to him.

megumi was upset to find out that his little sister was going to be exploited to the zenin just like him, which confused him since you had no cursed energy of sort.

he figured they would just train you to become like his and your father. he was glad that gojo took you in and raised you in his care but god, gojo should have really told him about your 'cursed energy' and exceptional capabilities from the start.

after spending the entire day with them, you got tired and yuji offered to carry you since megumi had already been doing that since earlier.

you were cuddled up to his chest, your tiny arms wrapped around his neck securely along with the pikachu stuffed toy that megumi bought you. you snored peacefully in your sleep. you were absolutely tired from the zoomies you had.

"look, [name]-chan fell asleep."

nobara whispered and whipped out her phone to take a picture of you. "she's so cute! how the hell is she related to you fushiguro?"

yuji nervously laughed upon recalling the memory that occurred earlier wherein you literally disappeared from their sight when a pokemon mascot outside the store caught your interest. "she ran so much earlier. we even lost track of her for a second."

megumi assured his friend. "don't worry, i won't tell gojo-sensei."

sukuna took form on yuji's cheek and spotted your peacefully sleeping figure. "what is this brat doing?"

yuji yelled in a whisper at the king of curses, not wanting to wake you up. "oi, don't call her that sukuna and shut up! can't you see she's sleeping?"

"this one's weak, i don't sense any cursed energy from her." sukuna claimed, earning an irk on yuji's temple.

yuji retorted. "she's a child, you dumbass."

apparently, little did you know that as yuji and sukuna bickered in the physical world, you had somehow astral projected into sukuna's domain without his or any of their notice.

ryomen sukuna

sukuna was sitting on his throne with eyes closed when he suddenly heard pitter patters. your footsteps to be exact. opening one eye, he found you looking at the place in complete awe.

well that was quite the first impression of a four year old, normally kids like you would cower in fear from the hazy red environment that was filled with bones and malice.

how are you not scared or creeped out even the slightest? but most importantly, he couldn't help wonder at how you got here without him noticing.

he did not feel a single ounce of cursed energy from you, let alone any connection with you. you didn't eat one of his fingers now, did you now? sukuna knew how irresponsible his vessel can be at times but, surely not? right?

"oi, how did you get here?" sukuna called your attention.

"yuji-nii?" you squeaked out, tilting your head at him like a confused puppy.

"i'm not that brat." sukuna furrowed his brows at you. "i asked you a question first."

you ran up to his throne with a smile on your face, you looked at him with those sweet and naive eyes of yours.

"then, who are you? this place is so cool, you have pretty clothes too!"

sukuna blinked at you. how were you not afraid of him? or this place in general? were you that oblivious?

"sukuna." he told you, his eyes still expressing confusion. "you still haven't answered my question. how did you get in here?"

"i dunno." you giggled in response, "but i like it here! i love the color red."

what the hell did you mean by that? sukuna raised a brow at you and straightened his back. he watched as you crept closer to him, your arms resting on his knees as you looked at him with a smile and star-lit eyes.

he peered at you. "you're not supposed to be here brat."

sukuna raised his hand, ready to bring you back to the physical world with a flick of his hand, but his breathing hitched when you still remained. there was a strong force that appeared to be stopping him.

"what the fuck? how are you doing that?"

you blinked, clearly oblivious "do what?"

sukuna sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. his cursed energy and even techniques were useless against you. it left him stunned, but mostly confused. he still couldn't understand why and how you were doing that when he couldn't feel a single drop of cursed energy from your soul.

you suddenly decided to tap his knee which caught his attention. "hey!"

withdrawing his hand, he looked at you with a questioning look. "what do you want now, brat?"

"up up." you made grabby hands towards him, wanting sukuna to pick you up and snuggle with you just like how yuji did when you fell asleep.

sukuna clicked his tongue. he felt like he was being bewitched by your cuteness and your mysterious presence. he would most likely choose to yell no at you and leave you to cry, but something compelled him not to do that.

could it be a brother-instinct? was that even a thing? it better be because there was no way that he was going to be a father to you. whatever the hell this human emotion he was feeling, it felt so foreign.

after a couple of seconds, he reached out to you and picked you up just like you had wanted. sukuna lifted you in the air, making you giggle and laugh. it made him scoff and smile at the same time. some troublesome brat you were.

"tell me, how did you do it? what is your secret brat?" sukuna pressed, continued to pry. "you know, you look just like that fushiguro brat. you're not his child are you?"

you shook your head, still smiling. "gojo is my dad! megumi is my brother."

sukuna raised a brow at you, clearly piqued with interest. he was quick to assume that gojo was the one taking care of you as your father figure whilest being related to that fushiguro but, if you're related to him, it could mean you're just as talented as he was. you literally just entered his domain without his notice. that's literally talent.

"what cursed technique did you do to get here? come on, tell me." sukuna pinched your mochi-like cheeks, discreetly admiring how squishy and kissable they were.

"i still don't get what you're saying." you furrowed your brows together, pouting.

you really did not understand what sukuna was trying to tell you. gojo still hasn't taught you anything about cursed energy and techniques, and it was probably because he believes that it isn't what you have.

sukuna sighed in defeat, finally getting the message that you really didn't know how. he sat you on his lap, staring at you intently. you looked just your brother, you got his eyelashes and gaze whenever you were curious or thinking. but you had [color] hair and [color] eyes, he assumed you got it from your mother.

"you comfortable brat?"

sukuna asked you, gently pulling your hair back from your shoulders as he combed his fingers through your hair. he watched you nod and hum in content.

sukuna eventually cradled you in his arms until you began to close your eyes. perhaps staying in here with him was draining you out in a way. he may not exactly know the answer, but something told him that you had a special kind of 'cursed energy'. one that you can conceal involuntarily.

but right before you fell asleep, you opened your eyes, half-lidded from drowsiness. you called out to him, "kuna?"

"what do you want this time?" he swallowed thickly.

you let out a small yet tired yawn. "can i call you kuna-nii?"

sukuna brushed the loose strands of your hair, allowing your head to rest on his arms and flicked your forehead. his actions might have said no, but that didn't stop you. you smiled as your eyes finally gave in, but not before you whispered. "goodnight, kuna-nii."

yuji finally felt your presence enter his conscience and was left stunned how you were able to do that. he heard your voice inside his head just like he had heard sukuna's. paled, he looked at megumi.

"[name] just entered sukuna's domain. i heard her voice." megumi and nobara panicked.

immediately, you were woken up by your brother.

"[name]! wake up!"

you opened your eyes with a yawn, confused at the panicked expressions they each held. "huh?"

"gumi-nii?" you rubbed your eyes. "is daddy here already?"

"are you okay? did.. did you have a good dream?" megumi swallowed thickly, carefully wording his question. he didn't want to worry you or make you panic.

you perked up at his question. the drowsiness you had subsided instantly. "yeah! i was in a pretty red place and there was this man who looked like yuji-nii."

"did he hurt you?" megumi asked in concern, taking you from yuji's arms in a panic to inspect any injuries, which you shook your head to that in response.

you smiled gleefully, "he made up-up with me just like yuji."

the three of them glanced at each other in disbelief at how you were able to do that and looks like gojo would need to hear a thing or two from them, and maybe finally explain your cursed energy to them.

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