#but I won't know until I get there and well being in excruciating breath-taking pain sucks ass so I'm not looking forward to that

[sillimancer]

trying to deconstruct my mountain of feelings about the dunkie donut interview tomorrow

[izzysarchivedblogs]

HE COULD BE FINE WITH THAT. He wasn't going to be airtight about who saw him like this or not; he wouldn't be uptight of who knew. While it was his information to share, Clint would have to be fine with it going around as long as he told the important people first. THAT'S A MISTAKE HE HAD BEFORE, which was why he was being precious and warned Tony not to say anything the entire time.

As long as a certain handful of people found out by his own mouth; this would be fine.

❝ I DON'T THINK SO? I think I've maybe seen her around, so in theory, I know she's real. ❞ He just hasn't had a conversation, the super community was big. Clint KNEW a lot of people on paper, but whether he actually knew them and met them was another question entirely.

THERE'S A PEACE THAT CAST BETWEEN THEM WHILE THEY EAT. How he definitely missed food, and if he were to be honest? He missed cooking as well, it's something that he hadn't seriously done in a long time. Making good food, eating it; that was the second way that Clint could find any peace that came after SHOOTING HIS BOW UNTIL HE WAS NUMB.

❝ SEE THIS IS THE BEST. FAR SUPERIOR. ❞ He comments as he is finishing up his fries with wistful sighing.

Once they had reached the air port, Clint predicts that Tony is thinking something over before he even speaks. THERE'S IS SLIGHT PINCH TO HIS EYEBROWS. Eyes ever so slightly squinting, gaze getting a faraway look and Clint literally imagines metal wheels and clogs turning in his head.

❝ You can; but you know you got me in the first time MOSTLY FINE. ❞ Clint hadn't the cast yet and he was so far wasted that he had numb out the excruciating pain that his knee had been in. SO IT WOULDN'T BE THE SAME AS LAST TIME.

❝ Only like two, probably. I THINK. ❞ HE MAY HAVE GOTTEN TOO SNAPPY when the staff tried to suggest that they could take him to the hospital for a check on the whole cast situation, which is why he should maybe check in now and maybe hope that he won't have to wait out the remainder of the six weeks it typically took for these kind of injuries to heal.

He takes breath as Tony gets him standing. INHALE AND HE JUST HOLDS IT THERE. get on the plane and go back. it continues, the toughest thing that he's ever been through. it starts, the climb. HE'S TERRIFIED.

Clint doesn't necessarily exhale, ❝ OK. Let's go. ❞ INHALE AGAIN.

"You haven't met Squirrel Girl?" he asked as he guided the car back into the street. "That'll probably change now you're living with me. She just drops in." Squirrel Girl might be really good. She had a positivity that even the most grumpy people couldn't seem to resist. She'd distract him from cravings at the very least.

Tony just gets himself a cheeseburger animal style. He's actually on Peter's side of the In-N-Out versus Five Guys debate. In-N-Out is over rated and not even animal style can save their fries. But a cheeseburger is a cheeseburger and Tony will never say no to a cheeseburger.

He lets Clint eat quietly as he navigates his way through traffic and to the airport, and he eats his own burger. He can't help but smile as Clint mumbles words of love to his food. He understood that. The really expensive detoxes were a lot like hippy vegan meditation retreats where all the food is raw and green and the beverages are just the food blended up.

As he gets closer her realizes that getting Clint onto the plane might be a little tricky. Certainly he might end up just doing it from himself because he wont want people fussing over him.

"Alright," he said as he considered the issue. "There are steps up to the jet. The flight crew can carry the chair up if you want. Or I can try supporting you? What do you think? And be honest. How many pen have you lost down in your cast?"

[cloudlessly-light]

Helloo. I have a request.

So emily and aaron broke up some years ago but they are still "friends" since they work together and blah blah.

so for a moment they are alone and emily is being annoying.

so aaron says something like "you are a pain in the ass" and then he says "you don't do dishes until they mold. You eat French fries in bed, cold. You don't gas up the car until it starts beeping. You won't admit that we're meant to spend the rest of our lives together. You send food back if the waiter breathes on it funny. And you know what? There's probably milk in that fridge that's older than me."

and then they make cute and lovely sex🫶🏼

the scene is based on ep 10 of season 7 of pretty little liars. if you search "hanna and caleb 7x10 you can watch the whole scene on youtube" 🥰 thank you

So I don’t want to copy too much of the scene dialogue so I hope this is okay

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, feelings, kind of soft

When Dave told him it would be hard working with Emily after they broke up, he hadn’t thought much of it at the time, except how sad he was that they didn’t work out. That sadness soon turned into anger, and then after some time, they managed to find some sort of middle ground. It wasn’t easy and there was tension but they made it work because they had to. Neither of them wanted to leave the team, or put their friends in the middle. Most of all they loved their job and even though working side by side with an ex was excruciating at times, it was worth it.

But that didn’t mean that the feelings were suddenly gone or that he had forgotten how much he had loved her at one point, how much he still loved her. They didn’t have a good reason for breaking up, not really. They were too different and too similar, the timing wasn’t right, and then suddenly they were over and Aaron found himself missing the little things that had annoyed him about her.

He has been on edge all day, not enough sleep and a bad ending to a case making him irritated, and for some reason Emily had pushed his buttons since they landed back in Washington.

Emily can see the tension on him, but it doesn’t deter her as she makes another sarcastic comment about his seriousness. She was tired from the case as well, but she didn’t take it out on her team.

“Prentiss, my office. Now.” He mutters and hears the whistle Derek lets out at his tone.

“Good luck with that, princess.” Derek looks around the bullpen at Spencer, JJ and Dave. “Let’s get Penelope and get out of here.”

Emily rolls her eyes at her friend, but doesn’t fault them for not wanting to get in the middle. She sighs as she climbs the stairs and walks into his office with her arms crossed over her chest.

“So what? You want to take your anger out on somebody and you think I’m the suitable choice.”

“Watch your tone.” He mutters as he watches her eyes flash with annoyance.

“Or what?” She almost scoffs. “You’re sending me to Strauss?”

“I probably should.” He sighs heavily and rubs his eyes in exasperation “You’re so fucking annoying sometimes, do you know that.”

“Excuse me?” This time she does scoff and the sound drips with frustration.

“You refuse to keep anything in your fridge but you have seven different kinds of coffee for a mocha master you don’t use. You never pick up dirty clothes from the floor until you’re doing laundry. You always have to have the last word even when you know you’re in the wrong. You won’t admit that we’re meant to spend the rest of our lives together. You can’t cook to save your life and you will never admit that even if you’re the reason we got food poisoning. Twice.” By the time he’s done talking he’s out of breath and Emily is staring at him with wide eyes.

For a moment everything is still, eyes locked on each other as the emotions swim around them.

“What did you say?” Emily finally asks, her voice soft and questioning as she takes a step closer to him.

He smiles, one of his dimples showing at the way she looks at him.

“About the food poisoning?”

“No.” It’s barely a whisper as she continues to stare at him and he takes a step closer to her, effectively closing the distance between them. He kisses her without another word, soft and tentative in case she wants to pull away. She doesn’t, she only pressed harder against his body, buries her fingers in his short hair to hold him closer as she moans into his mouth.

There were still questions that needed answers between them, but for tonight that would have to wait as clothes fall to the floor in between needy kisses. They move to the couch, a laugh leaving Emily as she falls against the furniture, Aaron not quick enough to catch her.

“Are you okay?” He mumbles between kisses as he fits himself against her, his hands stroking over her cheek, then traces the curve of her waist.

“I’m more than okay.” She promises as her legs spread for him to fit between. He pushes inside of her slowly, his eyes on hers as they come together again. When he’s pressed as deep inside of her as he can, she lets out a sigh of content. She had missed this, she had missed him.

He muffles his groan into her neck as he starts to move against her, thrusts with deep and long thrusts against her as her moans and sighs fills the room.

“So good.” She whimpers as he wraps one of her legs higher around his waist, effectively hitting her deeper with each push of his hips. Her lips find his neck, feels his pulse race under his skin and she kisses against it, drags her lips along his jaw until she catches his lips in another kiss.

Aaron moans against her lips as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. His fingers interlocks with hers as she starts to tense against him, her kisses turning needy as each thrust brings her closer to the edge.

“Come for me.” He whispers as her tight center starts to clench around him.

“Together.” She pleads, her eyes hooded and needy as her hand clings to his. He nods against her lips, kisses her once before moving to kiss down her neck again. He groans as she tightens around him. His forehead lands on her shoulder as he lets the pleasure of her overwhelm him, his hips moving harder against hers until she’s gasping out his name. The sound is enough to send him over the edge as well and he comes with a grunt as she clutches to his body, legs and arm wrapped around him as her body trembles.

When he feels her relax he moves to kiss her forehead, then nose and cheek and then finally her lips.

“Let’s go home.” She smiles as she pushes some hair from his forehead. “I’ll cook.”

“You wish.” He smiles and when she laughs, his chest warms with something he thought he’d lost.

[sugarxlumps]

Can't Help It

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Hey guys! Oml I promise, I'll do other characters after this :') I just couldn't help myself, Gojo Satoru has my heart

Note: Image is not mine, Gojo as a character also isn't my own :)

WARNINGS: degredation, choking, mating press, hot smut ;)

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He was too much; Gojo Satoru. He knew too much. Too much of how to get a rise out of you, leaving you flustered and stammering, and you knew this. The moment he got too close to getting you melt at his touch, his long teasing fingers brushing against your thigh, the way he slid his hand at the small of your back to make his way through, even when there was all the space in the world. As he moved past, you could barely make out that he said "Excuse me, miss", his warm breath hitting your ear as he grazed by you, causing you to shiver visibly and your breath hitch. Your head whipped around to follow his steps as he walked away from you. He used any excuse to lay his hands on you. Which is exactly why you avoided him like the plague.

Only when it was absolutely necessary did you ever interact with him, attempting to avoid his dangerously sweet touches that wreaked havoc on your body as it was. You could only imagine how euphoric his hands would feel on the rest of your body, especially to your neglected cunt that’s been craving attention… his attention specifically. You've tried to extinguish the fire in your body that craves his cock at night yourself, but it just isn't the same.

But of course Gojo knew this; making his way back home from missions and he hears you with your windows open. But your avoidance of him definitely doesn't go unnoticed either. You train 1:1 with Nanami twice a week; not being a direct student of his own, it's surprising he commits that much time to you along with the other things he's got going on. Training days are the days that Gojo grumbles about as he could think of a much better use of that time "Damn, I could be making her scream right now” He finds himself murmuring aloud. But with the strings he's pulled on Nanami, you won't be able to avoid him any longer and he'll have you all to himself.

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"What? That doesn't even make any sense, why would they do that?" You questioned Nanami in annoyance, clear to hear through the speaker of his phone.

"I'm the wrong person to be asking that, y/n. I'm in no mood to debate this. I won't be coming back until next week, so just take the week off." Nanami huffed, his tone almost apologetic; he knew how dedicated you were to training.

You sighed in annoyance. "No. You know I can't do that."

"Okay, then ask Gojo."

You froze, a silence coming over the line. "Y/n?"

"No. I can't do that either." You clenched you teeth. Damn, did you really have to? Of course, he just had to be the only teacher left.

"Then I don't know what to tell you, y/n. It's either him, or take the week off" And with that, Nanami fared you goodbye through the speaker and hung up.

Well damn, this is the true test of dedication huh? Well just no fun and games then you thought to yourself. You gotta get to work. You commit reluctantly, your body already tensing up.

After hesitating, I finally dial Gojo and a few rings go by until you hear his familiar voice.

"Hey there pretty. Now to what do I owe the pleasure?" Gojo teases. You gulp at the nickname, but roll your eyes as if to convince yourself.

"Look, just calling to see if you can train with me this week. Usual times I do with Nanami. Yes or no?" You ask plainly.

Gojo chuckles over the speaker, his husky voice sending shivers to your spine. "Jeez, so cut and dry huh? I might do with some manners, y/n" He remarks playfully, his plans already falling into place. He knows you'd try to be acting like the straightest arrow with him, but he knows just how to make you crumble.

You huff before speaking again. "Can you train with me this week… please" You ask hesitantly.

"There, see? Not too bad, right?" You can hear the smirk in his voice, imagining that damned wicked smirk of his that could make your breath hitch.

"8:30 tonight, my place"

"Y-you're place?" You stutter a bit, not expecting him to offer his place. "Why not the studio?"

"Don't worry, I've got one at my place. You forget who I am, doll." He purrs the nickname, making you part your mouth and a small flame ignite in your core. "I'm the greatest sorcerer after all; work hard play hard all from the comfort of my own home."

You think it over. I mean I guess it'd be closer to home than training on campus, a plus since training gets excruciating to walk home from.

"Okay, fine. I'll be there" You huff. You hang up and sigh once more. This should be interesting.

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You wince in pain, as your body thuds to the floor from where Gojo had knocked you back. You're quick to get up, holding the side of your waist.

"You've got quite the fire there, sweetness" He smirks, shifting his glasses down to wink at you. He's been shooting flirty remarks all through session, only 30 minutes having passed with you two sparring and it's getting you irritated. But only at the fact that he knows just what to say to get you all riled up with heat rising to your cheeks.

You lunge at him again, but he grabs your arm to pull your body in and spinning you around to face him. He's pinned one hand behind your back and holding your other by your wrist, pinning it to his chest. "You're getting ahead of yourself, y/n. You're becoming a little predictable. Loosen up a bit, hm sweetie?" He breathes on your lips, grazing too dangerously close to them as wetness begins to drip from your cunt.

You try to compose yourself, and annoyance overcomes you once again. You elbow him and swing at him again, this time imbuing cursed energy into your fist as it burns black, preparing for a black flash.

He swiftly catches your fist in his, the power of the contact between your swing and his hand causing the wall behind him to cave into a dent. He grips your wrists and turns your back to him as he pulls you up against his chest, your head hitting his shoulder.

You grunt in pain at the contact.

"Gotta admit that burned a little, princess" He growled into your ear, only sending more of your slick gushing to your pussy and threatening to leak through your panties and onto your thighs. "I might have to punish you for that one."

"Gojo, please." Your voice cracks. You weren't even sure of what you were pleading for; for him to continue? For him to stop? You couldn't help yourself any longer, and it was all lost upon you now as you could feel the hardness of his bulge through his pants grinding up against you.

"Please what y/n? Want me to stop? Or keep going? You're going to have to be specific with me darling" He suggests, his grip on your wrists tightening and grinding his hard-on harder against you, the contact almost lifting up your skirt itself. You groan unconsciously at the feeling of how big he was with his pants still constricting him, giving Gojo the answer he already knew, but he wanted it spilling from your lips specifically.

"P-please, don't stop" You gasp as he nips at your neck, sucking harshly only to lick at the tender spot as if to heal it. His hand releases your wrists to grope your breasts through your uniform, slowly unbuttoning the jacket and throwing it aside.

"That's what I like to hear" Gojo chuckles darkly in your ear, ripping the rest of the top of your uniform off, revealing your bra. He unhooks it swiftly, letting your tits drop bare in front of him as he gazes down at them.

"Shit, y/n" He breathes, quick to roll them between his fingers as he continues to trail kisses down your neck and licks stripes up to your ear, eliciting lewd moans from you. He dips his hand between your legs, running a finger along your clothed folds, feeling your slick instantly.

"Damn baby, all for me? Is this how wet you are when you're touching yourself at night moaning my name?" He seethes, his voice making you tremble and you cheeks flush pink at embarrassment that he could hear you all this time trying to relieve your thirst for him and his touch. You could do nothing but moan in admittance.

He chuckles at your response. He hooks his fingers around your skirt and the hem of your panties, sliding them both off in unison. He turns you around to face him, wanting to see the look on your face when he finally touches you in the spot you needed him most.

He doesn't wait to slide two of his fingers into you, your slick walls clenching desperately around his digits as you moan and gasp loudly at the unexpected stretch and sting from him entering you just with his fingers. You clutch onto his arm tightly, mentally cursing to yourself why you're the one completely naked while he's here still fully clothed.

"See baby? Look at you" Gojo groans into your ear at the tightness of your pussy clenching around his fingers, already anticipating how you'll feel wrapped around his cock that's straining painfully against his pants. "Making such a mess on my fingers, and I've barely done anything" He begins to pump his fingers, curling them to hit your sweet spot repeatedly with dangerous accuracy. You moan loudly at the sensation, heat continuing to build in your core and your body tingling.

"G-gojo" You pant breathlessly, clutching onto him for dear life as your legs give out, leaning on him for support, silently thanking him for being as strong as he is.

"Mmm" He groans at how sinful you moan his name. "Such a good girl for me"

Your pussy clenches tighter around his digits, pushing him to add a third as you yelp at the stinging stretch, now clawing at the back of his neck.

Gojo laughs sadistically, "So you want me to talk to you like that, huh?" He asks rhetorically, your body and moans already agreeing.

He continues the thrust his fingers into you, curling them against your walls to graze perfectly on your sweet spot, bringing you closer to the relief you've been craving since you laid eyes on him.

"G-gojo… I-I'm.. I'm gonna" You try to say, but the words fail to gather together in a coherent sentence.

"What's that y/n? What do you need?" He urges on, only thrusting his fingers faster into you to push you over the edge.

"Oh my god, Satoru! I-I'm cumming!" You moan, cutting you off as he presses his lips hungrily to yours to swallow your moans. You bite his lip, causing a moan to escape his own lips. He hungrily massages your breast as he continues to finger you to ride out your orgasm as you trembling in front of him at his touch. You were his.

He gives you a moment to recollect yourself and catch your breath, showering you with feather-light kisses down your collarbone.

"Please Satoru… I need you" You whisper, desire pooling in your eyes and dripping in your tone as you palm his hard-on through his pants that twitches under your touch.

"Since you asked so nicely…" He smirks, that damn smirk that makes your knees weak as he continues to hold you up. He clasps his hand together to warp you both, and within a blink of an eye your surroundings are no longer that of the studio, but of his room; dark with only the moonlight shining through big elegant windows.

"How can I deny such a request, when you're this hot and bothered?" He caresses your face, cupping it in his hand as he runs his thumb over the bottom of your lip. "Such a pretty slut for me" He growls lowly.

At that, your pussy clenches again, sending heat to your core and biting down on his thumb, earning a groan from him. He quickly puts a hand to your throat, squeezing the sides of it enough to have your head to nod back slightly and your eyes flutter behind your eyelids as you moan.

"Mm so you want it like that?" He laughs as he swiftly picks you up to set you down on the bed.

"You dirty little thing" He licks his lips at the sight of you finally splayed out on his bed for him as he unbuttons his uniform and unbuckling his pants, discarding them to the floor only to leave him clad in his briefs.

You drool at the sight of him, both your mouth and your pussy watering at the sight of him strip in front of you. The sight you've been waiting for, for what feels like ages now. Your eyes rake over his figure as you prop yourself on your elbows. Looking over how muscular and toned his muscles are with each movement he makes, how big the bulge in his briefs are, how massive his bare frame is to yours, and how celestial his eyes are as he devours your own figure with such dark lust and desire, making heat only ignite further within you.

He pushes his way through your thighs, settling himself between them as he kisses trails from your thighs to your navel, and reaching your breasts to suck on your nipple tenderly, kneading them between his teeth. You arch your back at the sensation, entangling your fingers in his silver hair as you gasp and your brows furrow. His hand massages your breast and travels down to cup your cunt, his fingers grazing the opening of your folds. He lowers his head down between your thighs, taking in the sight of your glistening pussy that he's gotten all to himself.

"F-fuck, Satoru, just -" You plead, but before you could finish he puts a hand to your throat harshly.

"Patience, princess" He seethes, giving kitten licks to the outer folds of your cunt just for a taste. "Now that I finally have you, I'm taking my time. Besides, isn't this what you wanted? For me to have my way with you?" He smirks as you glance down at him, regretting that you did. The devilish glint hazing over his eyes sending heat waves to your pussy. He finally delves his tongue through your folds without warning and settling to suck on your throbbing clit as he enters two fingers into you, pumping and curling them.

You thrash your head back, clawing at his forearms and shoulders as he pries your thighs a part with his hands. You feel the familiar wave of an orgasm beginning to wash over you again as he continues to curl his fingers into your g-spot and circle his slick tongue around your clit, quenching his thirst with the juices of your cunt as he laps up every last drop.

"Mmm… Satoru, I-I'm close" You warn him, your body becoming a feverish mess as you claw at him desperately, as Gojo smirks at the thought of having such marks in the morning as a reminder of tonight.

"Are you now?" He immediately pulls away, leaving you to throw your head back and groan in frustration, taking your eyes off him for a brief moment enough for him to remove his briefs. The next time you look back at him, your eyes widen hungrily at his cock, adoring how perfect it looks, yet wondering if it'd even fit.

"Don't worry, baby. Daddy's gonna take very good care of you tonight" He purrs, sliding back between you , kissing and sucking the sweet spot of your neck.

"But you have to be the one to tell me exactly what you want" He adds with a chuckle, clearly amused at how you pout slightly, so desperate to have him inside you as you tug on his waist lightly in attempt to pull him closer to you.

He nudges the tip of his cock at your entrance as he lowers his head to graze his lips against yours. "C'mon y/n, you can do it. Tell me what you've been wanting this whole time, baby" He teases raspily, the same hunger in his voice also evident as he tries to hold himself back.

"Please fuck me Satoru" He whimper, surrendering completely as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

With that, he delves his cock through your tight folds, gripping and clenching around every inch of him as he eventually bottoms out, causing you to moan in unison.

"Damn, your pussy's taking my cock so fucking well baby" He grunts as he continues to thrust into you at a powerful pace. "What a perfect slut you make" He smiles cockily, slamming roughly into you as moans continue to fall from your lips. "That's right princess, let the whole school know who fucks you this good" He urges

Your eyes roll behind your eyelids at the euphoric sensation of Gojo stretching you out, filling you up so well that you see a slight bulge in your stomach when he thrusts into you, hitting your cervix and your g-spot every time. The sounds of your hips crashing and the sounds your pussy makes as he thrusts into you mercilessly are too much, already feeling heat building up in your core once again.

"You've been so desperate for my cock, isn't that right princess? Look at you, screaming and begging for me to fuck you like a bitch in heat" He seethes, lowering himself to suck harshly on your nipple, causing you to arch your back as he looks back up at you "How does it feel now that you've got the real thing?" He asks, pushing further into your as your legs press against his shoulders, folding them more onto your chest as he continues to pump his cock into you, pressing into your cervix.

You moan loudly at how deep he hits you, his adjustment causing his cock to hit deeper on your g-spot, your orgasm approaching embarrassingly quick. You continue to moan thoughtlessly, your mind too hazy to begin formulating a response. He puts a hand to your throat and picks up his pace slightly, making you yelp and gasp.

"I demand an answer, pretty" He growls this time, his eyes hungry with desire to hear you fall apart for him.

"Y-yes Satoru! It feels so fucking good!" You cry out, tears now dripping across your cheeks. "Satoru, please." You whimper, "I-I'm gonna cum"

"Cum baby, give it to me" He groans, thrusting relentlessly a couple more times until you unravel before him, completely becoming undone as you claw at his back in desperation, only fueling him more to continue thrusting deep into you to ride out your second orgasm of the night. Once he feels you slightly relax under him, he folds you over more, completely this time. With knees pressed back into the mattress, giving him all and complete access to your pussy to pound it just how he likes, how he's always wanted to.

He groans to keep himself together, close from cumming at this sight alone at how beautiful you look beneath him. "Damn sweetness, you've got me riled up here." he pants, his eyes cast with lust and carnal desire as he looks at you. " Do you know how long I've been waiting to touch you like this? To fuck you like this?" He caresses your jaw, his fingers trailing down to your collarbone and down to your breast to roll your nipple in his fingers. He dips down to connect his lips greedily to yours, emotions spilling out into the kiss as your tongues swirl around each other, everything all at once making you dizzy as you moan sweetly into his mouth, tugging at his hair to elicit a moan to slip from his own as it vibrates against your lips. "To kiss you like that" He says huskily, desire overcoming him.

He pushes himself into you, your walls suffocating around his cock as he groans at the feeling of it. Your mouth parts in a silent scream, sure that you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow with how he’s stretching you out. He's thrusting even deeper into you now, with more raw, carnal desire than before if it were even possible. You mouth parts as you moan loudly without any regards as to who hears you. Your sopping pussy squelching as he slams his hips into yours, the sight of him fucking you into oblivion as his bright blue eyes devour yours, licking his lips ravenously.

"Satoru" You moan sinfully, so much so Gojo has to bite his lip to stop his own eyes from rolling to the back of his eyelids.

"G-gojo, it's t-too much" You moan, putting a hand lightly to his abdomen in a failed attempt to get him to slow down. You've cum so hard, you've never even brought yourself to cum this intensely, this many times consecutively.

"Too much, huh? Already fucked out on my cock, sweetness?" He chuckles, yet adoring the sight of you fucked out on his cock. All you could do was nod and whimper in response.

"Too bad, baby. You think I'm gonna stop here after I've heard you moaning my name so many times by yourself? Such a needy slut" He whispers salaciously into your ear, grunting occasionally with how rough he's pounding himself into you.

Your pussy clenches at his words, more tears streaming down your cheeks with nothing but moans of his name and curses from your lips calling out to him. He wipes them away gently, a harsh contrast to how hard he continues to slam his thick cock into you, a contrast to how his infinite blue eyes pierce into you.

"That's right, y/n." He smiles "You'll take it all like a good girl, right?" He licks a stripe up your nick to nibble on a sweet spot by your collarbone, causing you to only moan louder. "Let everyone know who's fucking cunt this is" He growls lowly. He slips two fingers into your open mouth, your tongue and mouth sucking on them instinctively. He groans at the sight of you like this, folded over sucking on his fingers as saliva trails down the side of your mouth, your eyes and body surrendering to him completely as he dedicates this moment to memory.

"You're mine, princess" He remarks possessively before removing his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva still connecting from your lips to the tip of his digits. He brings them down to rub small circles on your throbbing neglected clit, causing you to scream in desperation and euphoria, your back arching to him slightly in the position you're in. You're pussy grips even tighter around his cock at his possessive words making you his. Another wave of pleasure begins washing over you, threatening to push you off a new edge as he drives you near the brink of being overstimulated.

"Fuck, good girl, just like that" He pants, as he continues thrust unforgivingly into you.

"Satoru, p-please!" You moan loudly, almost screaming desperately for him, only to for him to cut you off with a hand to your throat. "Say it, baby. Tell daddy what you need" He exhales, eyes engulfing yours completely.

"Please make me cum" You mewl, a couple of more tears streaming down your face as your body is on the brink of uncoiling the spring that he's wound up so tightly. He slamming himself into you in a slightly faster pace, his thrusts getting sloppier as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, indicating he was also close to his own climax.

"Fuck baby, cum for me" He demands, finally allowing your body to release the most intense waves of orgasm you've ever felt, your body on a new high as he continues to thrust into you, your climax fueling his own to follow after. He slows and stills into you, his cock still twitching as he coats the last of his cum along the walls of your cunt.

He removes himself slowly with a groan, laying beside you and quick to pull you to his chest.

"No more avoiding me, okay?" He exhales raspily, gently moving your hair down from your shoulders to place a kiss there.

"Okay" You hum happily as you nuzzle deeper into his chest, fatigue overcoming you as you both lay together.

[youbloodymadgenius]

Scars and Trophies (Ivar x OC his and reader's daughter - Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my contribution to @ofmanderley's 300 Celebration 🎉 Congrats again, darling 🌸

I won't lie, it's a sad one, including a major character death. Yet, it's a somehow logical and - I think - sweet death. I wouldn't go so far as to say it's fluff, but it's not angst either. Give it a chance 🙏🏽

Prompt in bold

Fa∂ir = Father / Mó∂ir = Mother / Min blóm = My flower

@geekandbooknerd, thank you for being a lovely and very supportive beta 💖

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Divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Ivar was injured in battle. His daughter comes to his bedside.

Warnings: major character death; glimpse of an afterlife that does not seem very Viking.

Words: 1474

His eyes flutter open as she grabs a wooden stool and sits next to his bed. Wrapping her hand around his calloused one, she leans forward, gently kissing his clammy forehead.

"Min blóm..." He murmurs. She can tell he tries to smile, and it breaks her heart.

"Fa∂ir, are you in pain?" Her hand squeezing his, she feels how hot his skin is. Abnormally hot.

"Not much..." He manages to say, his shallow breathing betraying his discomfort. As a single tear runs down her cheek, he tries to release his hand. He wants to reach out, to wipe her tears. He's too weak, though. "Don't cry, min blóm. I don't." He stifles a wince but manages this time to give her a real smile.

"It won't be long before your mother and I are reunited."

He's right, she knows it. She's been warned, her father is dying. There's nothing more the healers can do. Her hand lingers on his bandaged chest as she silently curses the Saxon soldier who stabbed him.

"I know," she brushes his hair back, holding back her tears, "you've been waiting for this for so long." Nodding wearily, her father closes his eyes while releasing a weak sigh.

She closes her eyes too. A thought weighs heavily on her mind and she knows she's running out of time. If she doesn't ask him now, she may never get the chance again. It's been eating her up inside for so long... She wants to know; she needs to.

She takes a deep breath and then cups his cheek softly. "Fa∂ir, I meant to ask you... Did you resent me? Has there ever been a time in your life when you were angry at me for taking Mó∂ir's life? She died while giving birth to me, and she was the woman you were in love with. Wouldn't you have preferred her to survive instead of me? Don't get me wrong, Fa∂ir, I'm not blaming you, you've always been good to me. I just wonder, sometimes. Ultimately, I'm the one who killed her."

Her father remains silent for so long that she thinks he may have fallen asleep. But then he shakes his head and starts to speak. She has to listen very carefully, his whispered words hard to hear. "You didn't kill her. Your mother died because it was fate; because it was the will of the gods, min blóm. Do you remember what she always said about scars?"

She nods even if he can't see it. She does remember. "Scars are trophies."

Overwhelmed by mixed feelings, he looks at you with pursed lips as you lovingly stroke his calves while humming a song he doesn't know. "I love your legs, you know that?" You eventually say, a sweet smile crossing your face.

He doesn't know what to say, so he doesn't utter a word for a very long time. Frowning, he finally grabs your wrist. "You don't have to say that, my love, you really don't. I know how they look. They are hideous; full of scars."

You give him a disapproving look, shaking your head. "Well, I beg to differ. They're not hideous. They're something to be proud of. Scars are trophies, Ivar."

Eyeing you, Ivar forces a laugh, his lips curling with a bitter smile. "When they are earned on the battlefield, there's no disputing that. But those..." He gestures towards his scarred legs, spitting his next words, "... those are nothing to be proud of. If anything, my legs are proof that I am a failure."

"Ivar!" You nearly shout, upset. "You're not allowed to run yourself down like this!! Of course, your scars are trophies, it's not my fault you're just too stupid to realize it!"

He can't help but laugh at that. You're the only one on Midgard who dares to talk to him like that and he won't tell it aloud but he loves that. The next moment though, a scowl is back on his face.

Breathing out a sigh, you wrap your fingers around his hand. "Ivar, my stubborn husband, listen carefully. Life was – still is – your battlefield. When you were growing up, the people of Kattegat, and even your own brothers sometimes, were your opponents. Every broken bone, when you were just a boy, was one more fight for you to win and you won them all. As for the excruciating pain you're going through every single day, it is your endless war, Ivar, a war you fight with bravery. The cards you've been dealt weren't good ones, yet you survived. And the gods know you did more than just survive. You made a name for yourself. You led men into battle. You conquered. Don't you dare tell me I'm wrong. And therefore, of course, my beloved, your scars are trophies."

"Your mother was referring to my legs, obviously." Mustering the last of his strength and gritting his teeth, Ivar opens his eyes and slowly raises his hand, his thumb grazing her cheek. "Her death shattered my heart and caused my deepest scar, which is still bleeding at this very moment. But this scar, min blóm, is also my greatest trophy." Eyes full of tears, he lets out a groan of pain, placing instinctively his hand on his wounded torso.

Long seconds tick by, and after releasing a shuddering breath, he speaks again. "My greatest trophy because I survived. And I did more than just survive. I was lucky enough to see you grow up. On my watch, you became a beautiful, fierce, and caring woman. You made me proud, and happy. You have filled my heart with joy, min blóm."

His bloodshot, tired, faded gaze find hers as he slightly shakes his head. "No, min blóm, I didn't. I never resented you. I love you with all my heart and if I could go back, I wouldn't change a thing despite the tremendous sorrow I felt – and sometimes still feel – losing her. Your mother was undoubtedly the love of my life, you know that. But you, min blóm, were – still are – its light. And that's why," his grimace of pain rips her heart out, "if the gods give me strength, I'll stay with you a little longer..."

The tears. She feels them coming, salty little waves, tender little raindrops. Her bottom lip trembling, she just shakes her head. "No, Fa∂ir. I want you to stop fighting. Go to Mó∂ir. I had you to myself all these years. It's her turn now."

His features bathed in tears, her father hiccups, his eyes suddenly wide open, his hand squeezing hers with a strength he has not shown for days. "No, min blóm," even his voice is stronger but she knows it won't last, "I can't. I won't leave you. You need–"

"No." She interrupts, plastering on a smile, "I'll be fine, Fa∂ir. Trust me, I'm going to be all right." Her hand strokes his hair, lingers on his flushed face. "Close your eyes, Fa∂ir, close your eyes. You can go, I'll be fine. Stop fighting and close your eyes, Fa∂ir."

Tears running freely down her cheeks, she watches her father very closely, and sees the exact moment when he complies. Taking a surprisingly deep breath, he nods and flutters his eyes shut.

She doesn't stop talking, though, her fingers now once again entwined with his. "I'll be fine, Fa∂ir. Go to Mó∂ir, feel free, she's waiting for you... Go, Fa∂ir, go, I'll be fine... Soon, you will no longer be in pain and you will be with her, the love of your life, and I'll be fine, Fa∂ir... Go, Fa∂ir, go to Mó∂ir, go to her... go... go..."

Lulled by her soothing voice, his breathing slows down. "You can go, Fa∂ir, I'll be fine... Go to Mó∂ir, she's waiting for you... Go, Fa∂ir, go... You're free now... Go... Go..."

His pain is dulled, the voice of his blóm barely a whisper... "Go, Fa∂ir, go... I'll be fine..."

He feels like he's floating. There's nothing but her voice, distant and far away... "Go... Go to Mó∂ir... Go, Fa∂ir..."

And he lets go. He doesn't fight anymore. She's right, she'll be fine. He can go. He wants to; he needs to. "Y/N", he croaks, but he knows that no word escapes from his lips.

He feels free. He's free. There's no regret, no remorse. There's no more pain, neither in his stabbed chest nor in his crooked legs.

Surprisingly, there are no Valkyries either, no battle cries, no shouts, no music... Really, there's nothing... Nothing until...

...

...

"Come, Ivar, come to me, come, my beloved... Come..."

Love and gratefulness immediately flooding his mind, he doesn't have time to be surprised as he loosens his grip on his daughter's hand and exhales one last time.

"Y/N, my love, I missed you so much..."

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[tom-riddle-haunts-me]

Not a new chapter but a mini fic I felt like writing. I'm a little stuck with the "main story", so I hope you'll enjoy this little drabble. I'm warning you, this shit gets sad and ugly.

Abigail 🐍✨

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Tw: angst, gore, blood

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

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It Hurts

"Who are you?"

"What do you mean, Y/n? It's me, I'm... I'm Tom"

"I... I don't know you"

Tom stepped back. Locking eyes with you had never felt so terrifyingly unreal to him.

"Y/n..."

Why you? Anyone. Fate could've taken anyone away from him, but you?

"Oh, Mr Riddle!"

Dumbledore. He would've helped him.

"Professor! Y/n is actin-"

"-our biggest disappointment."

Another step back.

"Who is this, Professor?"

Your voice echoed heavily in his ears, crawling up to his brain and piercing through it like a long blade. A thin, cold metal string slowly lacerating his cerebral matter, a wicked torture that left behind nothing but an even colder nothingness and blood, too much blood. Tom could feel the thick crimson fluid run down his neck, anxiety taking hold of the sticky substance and guiding its goopy drips around his own throat, suffocating the tired wizard.

"Y/n, it's me, IT'S ME."

"Who are you?"

The sound that somehow managed to reach Tom was muffled and eerily calm, almost lifeless. It wasn't your voice. The figure standing in front of him, that was you, he knew it, but he was hearing something else rather than your voice. It was painful listening to such an abomination.

Grotesque. Putrid. Writhing. Cruel words pooling around him.

Far, far away.

"Who are you? Are you okay? You look pale"

As your hand reached his face, Tom couldn't bring himself to melt into your touch as he habitually would. Couldn't you see the blood?

"He's about to die, Y/n."

"Oh... Alone? Like this? I'm sorry"

"Y/n I'm... I'm not dying"

As the teacher withdrew your hand from his face, panic tightened the pressure around his neck. Oxygen was struggling to flow through his lungs, his organs protesting as they were starting to feel the lack of air.

It hurt.

"Can we save him?"

"Yes, but we won't"

"Okay"

Words were failing the usually composed wizard, hopelessly stuck in his guts. His eyes were fixated on his dearest friend, the only person in the entire world who could make him feel something else rather than just anger and bitterness. His loneliness felt a little warmer with her, his thirst for power a little less cruel, his fears a little more bearable. Sitting under their dead tree by the Black Lake was something that brought comfort to him in times of distress, still, it was hard to believe the ones staring at him were those same eyes, the e/c gems that he got used to see smile every time they were to meet with his. In the mean time, your hugs were crumbling into mere memories in the back of his mind and Tom felt powerless for the first time since forever. Now the orphanage would be cold and desolate again, silence would come back to fill his empty room and days.

He needed to stop. Stop thinking, feeling. He hated that. He hated you. He was embarrassed with himself for he shouldn't have perceived such stupid things.

His pale hand traveled to his petrified face.

Tears.

Rotten fury exploded in his stomach like an erupting volcano, resulting in an aberrant sickness disturbing his already devastated self. Now nothing had to matter, not anymore. Not your giggles, not you nervously playing with your hair. What would happen to your smile, the one you had promised was only his, had to be none of his business. Letting it go should've been easy, he knew far too well how to block out anything useless to his goal. His exhausted mind slipped to your now blank eyes, your toneless voice.

You body, barely covered by the white dress you were wearing, looked consumed by a melancholy he couldn't define, deep buried in your eyes, flat and washed-up as much as the pale fabric flowing around you.

His chest stung.

"Tom"

Dumbledore's skinny hand found its way to your shoulder, like a caring parent, yet it had an ugly something in it.

Tom thought about your tone, your real one. He thought about the times it had reassured him, soothed his nerves down. That one time it had slightly raised with boldness to defend him from Dumbledore himself. Your promises. They flowed back like a swollen river. The darkness in your eyes when you declared that you were to come for whoever ever dared to wrong him, now gone. How, how he would've liked to tell you about your beauty. Harmless to sight, dangerous to the reckless. Just like a rose.

His rose.

Twisted sparkles in your eyes, shadows that still felt warm and pure. Innocence.

Horror.

Terror drowned his heart, need overwhelming his confused mind.

Where were you?

Uncertainty danced under his skin.

Not enough. Was he? Evil could never bloom into a rose. Its fruits would rot and fall into darkness, dragging down every little drop of light they'd ever reach.

The hand that was touching you, he hated that. And now, now it was rotting, the meat melting right onto your oblivious self.

Bones.

"Yes, Y/n?"

His tears kept on running dow his face, the skin under the salty guilty stinging while stretching into the smallest, surrendered smile.

You had no idea who he was, didn't you?

Time slowed down in the most excruciating way right before Dumbledore's skin began to shed off of him like a used robe. Dirty, now useless, distressed.

Large wings spread through the thick air of the Dark Forest, Lady Death herself raising up behind Y/n, her delicate face was now painted with a content smile and peaceful tears, mimicking his own.

"It hurts"

Before Tom's mind could gave birth to any sort of though, the Hooded Dame slid back, his beloved rose obnoxiously secured to Her chest in a possessive way. And at the same time they backed away, the ground faded unhurried into nothingness. An abyss was now opening its jaws under Y/n's beaten body, and it started to swallow her whole in slow-motion.

Tom stood frozen, the cruelty of his condition giving him all the time in the universe to process Y/n's flesh breaking into bloody, gruesome chunks, her organs easily finding their way out of her abdomen, down, into the merciless void with a dreadful, wet moan.

Tom threw himself in the emptiness of your end, reaching for the parts of what his delirious mind hoped could be sewed up together again. Was is it losing you that drove him crazy?

Or did the seed of madness just finally bloom in his now blood covered hands?

When did they got stained with crimson?

"Why didn't you save me, Tom?"

"Tom?"

"Tom"

"Tom!"

<TOM!>

The Slytherin's dark eyes shot open only to find e/c ones stare right back at them, red and swollen by tears still freshly oozing down s/c skin.

<What the FUCK, Tom! I couldn't wake you up!>

You felt so broken to his ears. So stressed to his eyes. As your finally sweet tone caressed his hearing again, Tom still found it difficult to move. Reality was just starting to settle in, his brain still processing the gruesome images that'll be now forever carved in his mind. You were screaming at him, but he couldn't hear you.

He looked to the left.

His diary.

Tom was in his dorm room, again, his soulmate straddling him in the most innocent way.

Crying, shaking.

Were you angry at him?

<Malfoy came running in the common room and he was in panic and then I was in panic cause he told me that you wouldn't wake up and kept on screaming so I dashed here and I panicked again and what the fuck Tom, bloody hell I- >

Tom did not have sufficient energies to keep his cold act up. Time was not wasted, and his arms laced around you as fast as possible, bringing you as close to his chest as they could. He'd probably crush your bones at a certain point, still he knew none of you cared, not when you were squeezing him the same way.

<Don't you dare do it again, Riddle. You scared the life out of me.>

He was not aware of his muscles being that tense until that very moment. The second your skin collapsed into his, everything was swept away, like smoke in thin air. The room was empty, the clock on its wall claiming the dead of the night to be the time your scene was playing.

<Malfoy went to Black and Evergreen's room>

You didn't really need to say more. Your body just slipped on the mattress, right beside Tom, letting enough space for his worn out frame to curl up to it. Your fingers began to play with his locks, actually unusually sweaty and almost dry, nothing like his usually silky ones. You'd swear you could feel his shattered mind under your fingertips, if only it was possible you'd seek for its scars and heal them one by one.

If only it was possible.

<Y/n?>

Tom's breath slowed down gradually, just like his heart rate, lulled by the quiet tone you were humming.

<Yes, Tom?>

The clock was almost too loud, you were afraid its ticketing would disturb him. Was keep staring at it enough to silence the noise?

Drowsy murmurs left the young wizard's lips, falling in your lap like dead petals but failing to reach up to your ears.

<Come again?>

You bent over, just a little, at least enough to trace out his confused mutters. It reminded you of your days at the orphanage, when you both were too young and scared. It brought your mind back when Tom used to tell you his secrets, when you were his one and only. When he was still just Tom.

<What... What does it feel to jump into the void?>

H/c hair gently fell over your shoulders as your head found rest on the wall.

Air was cold against your now wet cheeks.

"Can we save him?"

"Yes, but we won't"

The steady rhythm of Tom's chest raising up and down told you he was finally long gone into a gentle slumber, safe from himself.

<It hurts>

[stonertransdad]

Life Update since I hadn't been on here in forever

The pandemic was/is wild! Lockdowns started literally around the time we were going to the fertility specialist to get her pregnant. I lost my job to COVID in March shortly before we did the procedure, but we decided there's never really a good time to have a kid. Why not during a global pandemic when one of us in unemployed? (BTW, I don't recommend having a kid during a pandemic. Not being able to go to all of the appointments and having to sit in the parking lot was brutal.)

Let's talk about May friends...it was rough. (TW for mention of suicide btw. I'll post a gif where it's safe to start again if you wanna skip over it.)

So May 1st is the anniversary of my father's suicide. It had been 4 years. I found his body and since he wasn't married, I had to handle his affairs and arrange his funeral. May 1st, 2020 my wife and I had a Zoom game night with our friends and I got drunk because everyone was drinking (except my wife because she was pregnant). After our game night at like 2am, I had a psychotic break. I threatened to kill myself numerous times. My wife tried to talk me down, but eventually called the cops to take me. I thank her for that because looking back, that was the moment I knew something needed to change. I was convinced the cops were gonna kill me because I'm a trans dude in rural West Texas. I legit took the phone out of my wife's hand, hung up on 911, and yeeted her phone across the backyard and tried to hop the fence. Eventually the cops came and talked me down. They took me to the hospital an hour away in handcuffs (for their protection I did nothing wrong). They took me to the religious hospital that I was born in. So when they looked up my info by my name and date of birth from my driver's license (I only changed my middle name) literally all my paperwork and my bracelet had my deadname and wrong gender despite all of my legal stuff saying male with my new middle name. I mentioned it to them and they didn't care. They misgendered me the entire time I was there. I had hit my head hella hard on the bath tub when my wife was trying to snap me out of it, did the hospital even check me for concussion? Nope. I had punched so many things and my hand and wrist were swollen and discolored. Did they check out my hand and wrist? Nope. I was there for over 10 hours before I was able to convince them I was okay and that it was just the alcohol. Did I mention during that 10 hours I was literally out in the hall on a gurney with no mask and this was when COVID was running rampant in Texas (the first time)? I heard people die that night. I had nothing to distract me because they took away all of my personal items and clothes. My wife picked me up and we went home and I have been sober ever since. It's not the first psychotic break I've had with alcohol in my system. Alcohol just doesn't agree with me, but I'm finding new things to replace it with.

TW has been lifted...it's safe now.

A couple of weeks after that I began teletherapy because I had been on the same mood stabilizer and anti-depressant for almost a decade. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense that I felt like it hadn't been working for at least a year. This is a reminder to check in with your doctor if you feel like your meds aren't working. You may just need a different dose or a new med. There's no shame in that. I bounced around on various medications trying to find the right combo, some side effects scarier than others, but we got there. Before this, I had been diagnosed with ADHD, Major Depressive Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. My therapist threw out my Borderline diagnosis and said it was CPTSD instead, which made sense.

Fast forward to December because my wife was pregnant, I was unemployed still, and we did absolutely fuck-all because the global panini was still raging.

Our son was born on December 3, 2020. He weighed 5lbs 9oz and scared the ever loving shit out of us. He wasn't breathing when he was born so they called NICU in ASAP. I'm freaking out because I can hear and see what's going on while my wife was asking if he was okay as they put her guts back in place to sew her up. 5 or so minutes pass and a nurse asks if I want her to take some pictures. I'm like is he okay, he still hasn't cried. She's like "oh yeah, he's chillin." This goon was being held by a nurse and was just looking around not crying or anything. Chillest baby ever (he still is btw). I held him next to my wife's head until it was time to go back to the room. Little dude did have to spend 4 nights in the NICU because he couldn't keep his sugars or temperature regulated, but he was healthy otherwise. He's now 4 months old and is starting to sit up on his own a little bit and he's OBSESSED with standing. He's still a little guy, but very healthy and growing like a weed. He saves my life daily.

So after being unemployed for over 9 months, I started a new job working in a call center. I absolutely hate talking on the phone. It gives me anxiety and throws me into panic attacks, but I had been putting out hundreds of job applications since I lost my last job and this was the first offer I got. I wasn't really in a position to turn it down since my unemployment had ran out 2 months prior. It was 2 months of training, then we'd be on our own. I got thru the training and thought I could handle it...until they started putting us on live calls with someone helping us if we got stuck. My mental health hit the lowest point it had in a few years and my wife was terrified she was going to lose me. She convinced me to quit on February 28th (not because I didn't want to, but because I'm a stubborn ass who felt guilty). My meds got tweaked a little bit more dosage wise during this mess.

Starting about mid-February, I was experiencing severe shakiness, tremors, and spasms. I've always been a shaky person and never really thought too much about it, but at some points I could barely feed myself, or get a drink, or hold my son. On March 7th, I tried to make an appointment with my doctor about the weird symptoms I was experiencing, but she was out of town and her next opening wasn't until the 31st. My body said that won't work and my wife rushed me to the ER on the 9th...I had begun having seizures that day. I had no previous history of seizures. Got to the ER and had a seizure literally as I was walking thru the door, so they rushed me straight back. They took some blood and that was literally it. No MRI. No CT. They pumped me full of Ativan and said it was just a panic attack and to go home and chill.

Spoiler Alert: It wasn't just anxiety. I was having 20+ seizures a day. On the 10th, my wife rushed me to a different hospital...the good hospital over an hour away. First we had to drop off our gremlin with my mom to make things a little easier. Yet again, I had a seizure as I walked in the door and was taken back immediately. I don't really remember much because they kept pumping me full of Ativan and morphine because I had been in excruciating pain from the number of seizures I'd had. I do remember them doing a CT pretty quickly after I got there. Then they weren't happy with the results of the CT, so they took me to get an MRI, which showed possible signs of Multiple Sclerosis (but I didn't find that out until AFTER the notes showed up in my patient portal after being home a few days, so I raised hell...more on that later.) They did a 24 hour EEG on me and it showed nothing abnormal. Also, EEG glue is a bitch on your hair and scalp. After looking at everything and given my previous mental health history, they diagnosed me with Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizures, or PNES. It is a subset of Functional Neurologic Disorder, or FND. I couldn't walk well anymore and had to use a walker when I was discharged. I was in the hospital for 3 days.

When I had my follow-up appointment on the 23rd, I asked why the possibility of MS was never mentioned to me since it was very clearly in the notes. The doctor didn't have an explanation. He called in a referral to neurology so I could get a 2nd MRI to confirm MS and marked it as high priority. He also didn't take my pain seriously. My pain levels had been at a 5 or higher every single minute since they took me off of the morphine in the hospital. He told me to keep taking prescription strength doses of ibuprofen and Tylenol, which I had been. I let him know I had been and it didn't even take the edge off the pain. He ignored me. Leading up to this appointment, I had also added urinary incontinence to my growing list of symptoms and was forced to wear diapers so I didn't have to do laundry all the time. The doctor also took me off my ADHD meds because they were lowering my seizure threshold. He also took me off of my sleeping meds and nightmare meds for the same reason I'm assuming.

I kept my appointment on the 31st with my primary doctor because she's been my doctor for 5 years now and I knew she'd take my pain seriously. She did. She immediately wrote me prescriptions for a muscle relaxer and Tylenol 4. She also told me that my referral had been rejected by neuro. She said my case wasn't a good one for what she called a "wallet biopsy" and the doctors in neurology could be real assholes. She immediately sent the referral to other locations to get an approval. I am still waiting on that despite it being marked as high priority. She wrote me a prescription for a wheelchair because we both agreed my wheelchair was not enough for particular days.

Yesterday my wheelchair was finally ready for pickup, so my wife drove me to go get it. I'm still unable to drive due to my seizures and my tremors and twitches as it's predominantly in my legs and arms. I am an ambulatory wheelchair user now. Some days I can go short distances without my walker, some days I can't go without my walker, some days I can't even get out of bed, and some days I will be using my wheelchair. Don't judge a book by its cover, not all disabilities are visible. I have managed to keep my daily seizure count down in single digits and have even had a few seizure free days. They are still incredibly taxing on my body. I feel like I can't ever replenish my spoons fast enough to keep up with anything in my life.

So all in all, life has been chaotic. We are moving from Texas to New Mexico in the next few weeks, which should be interesting considering I can't overdo it without throwing myself into seizures. We will be closer to my mother-in-law so she can help us with our son and I can start resting a bit more on the more difficult days. Being a stay-at-home dad with an invisible illness has been one of the most challenging things I've done in my life, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

Sorry this is so long. I just wanted to update my followers since it's been over a year since I posted before a few days ago.

[transformationloveb]

Torn Apart: A Sanders Sides Fanfiction Chapter 4: A Prince Afraid Of The Dark

A bunch of time had passed since Janus, Patton, and the other sides (excluding Roman) had just sat down together and chatted while eating the cookies Janus and Patton had made. The sides were just waking up due to it being the next morning, and Janus was the first one up and fully awake. He was hanging out in the kitchen, waiting for the others to wake up when he remembered he was planning on giving Roman a plate of cookies last night.

Janus heads over to the cookie jar, takes out a few cookies, and puts them on a plate before heading over to Roman's room to give them to the creative side. Janus knocks on the door, but doesn't get a response. He quietly opens the door and tiptoes inside, expecting the princely side to be asleep. He places the plate of cookies on Roman's desk and looks over at Roman's bed, when he realizes Roman's not there.

Well that's odd. Janus looks around for some kind of note from Roman, explaining where he went, and then realizes that Roman's probably in the imagination getting himself ready for the day. Janus sighs in relief before heading out of Roman's room.

Hah, thank goodness. For a second there he was actually scared that something had happened to Roman. However, that was absolutly outrageous. He was perfectly fine and Janus's nerves were calmed down. Yeah. Roman's perfectly fine.

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Roman slowly opens his eyes, hoping for one last chance that what happened the day before was all a dream. Sadly however, that was not the case. He looks down at his arms. Most of his cuts had been healing dramatically overnight, but his bruises are still there, and they still really hurt. Roman winces a bit at the pain, however, he's thankful that it isn't as bad as it was the previous day.

Roman looks down at his restraints. His arms are tied to the chair, and the ropes are too tight for him to slip his hands out of. But that doesn't stop him from trying to get out of them anyway.

As he starts struggling to get out of his bonds, Wrath opens the door and walks inside. "Trying to get out I see." Wrath says, smirking. "Unfortunetly for you, those ropes are too tight for any side to slip out of." Roman growls. "Anyways, I brought a little friend of mine today." Wrath says, lifting up a bat. "Maybe I won't have to use him if you cooperate." Wrath pauses, then laughs. "Oh, who am I kidding. I'm gonna use this anyway." Roman stares at the bat and gulps. He isn't exactly sure what Wrath's planning to do with that thing, but he's positive it's gonna be painful. Wrath drops the bat onto the ground. "Alright then, let's begin." He says, and the torture starts.

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Wrath picks up a shard of the glass he broke the night before and uses it to reopen the cut he made on Roman's face the other day. Roman thrashes his head away, but Wrath grips the prince's chin and flips his head back towards him. "No thrashing." Wrath says, threateningly. Wrath continues making more cuts, starting with a few small ones on Roman's neck, and keeps his firm grip on Roman's chin, making the skin he's gripping start to bruise.

Roman starts to gasp from the pain of reopened wounds and Wrath gripping the new bruises. Wrath seems to smile a bit more at this and continues.

Wrath continues to make small cuts on Roman's arms, and a few small ones on Roman's neck. He makes a bit of a deeper and longer cut on one of Roman's arms, making the prince yell out in pain.

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Soon, Wrath finishes with the glass and throws it back in the pile of broken shards and Roman tries to catch his breath. "Oh don't worry, we're not even close to being done yet." Wrath says, grinning at the creative side. Roman was afraid of that.

Wrath picks the bat off of the floor and Roman stares at the other side in fear, trying to struggle out of his bonds to get away. Alas though, to no success. Wrath smiles a maniacal grin and lifts the bat over his head. Roman braces for the impact and Wrath brings down the bat onto Roman's arm. Roman screams from pain and his arm starts to bleed in an increasingly larger amount.

Wrath sighs in content as Roman continues to yell from pain. "Oh, that felt good." Wrath says, smiling. He looks over at Roman before throwing the bloody bat to the side. "We'll continue this later." Wrath says, grinning. He turns around and heads over to the door. Before he goes out, he snaps his fingers and the room goes pitch black.

Roman's yelling picks up from that. "NO, NO PLEASE. DON'T LEAVE ME IN HERE LIKE THIS, PLEASE!!!" Wrath looks back at the creative side. "You certianly look like you're enjoying yourself right now. I Think I’m gonna leave you there for a few hours." Wrath turns around and heads out of the room. "NO! NO PLEASE NO!!!" Wrath shuts the door, leaving Roman in utter darkness. Roman screams.

His friends knew Roman was afraid of the dark. He hated it. And now he was stuck pitch black darkness without any way out. The prince screamed. Tears started falling down his cheeks. For all he knew, Wrath might pop up right behind him and attack him in the dark. For all he knew, something would come after him and hurt him. For all he knew, he'd be left in darkness for the rest of his life. And the thought terrified him.

Roman started gasping for air and let out some sobs as the tears kept falling. He started to scream again but started coughing. His throat was in an excruciating amount of pain. But he couldn't stop screaming. Maybe if he kept screaming one of the sides would be able to hear him. Maybe if he kept screaming his friends would come save him. But He also felt like he had to scream. He was scared. He needed to scream. So he did.

Roman continued to scream and plead to be let out, or at least to be out of the dark. He kept being forced to pause his screaming due to having a coughing fit. His throat hurt even more than it did before, but he kept yelling. He had to be let out of the dark soon. He had to be.

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It was about 3 hours later when Wrath finally came back and turned the light back on. As soon as the light was back, Roman slumped back in his chair from exaughtion. He had stopped screaming and his throat hurt so badly it even hurt to breathe. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, and his arm had stopped bleeding.

Wrath grinned maliciously and walked over to Roman, yanking him up by his hair. "Look at you. A prince, scared of the dark. So scared of it that you screamed for hours. How pathetic even are you?" Roman couldn't muster up the energy to do anything but look up at the side In front of him.

Wrath let go of Roman's hair and the princely side fell back against the chair. "While your screams are amazing to listen to, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to deny you your water for today.

Water. Water was what Roman needed. His throat hurt so badly, water would help it dramatically. However, Wrath wasn't gonna give him any. Probably for that exact reason. Wrath smiled and walked on out of the room. "See you tomorrow, little prince." Wrath laughed before slamming the door shut.

Roman closed his eyes. His hope for the other sides coming to save him was starting to dim. How would the other sides know where he was without being able to hear his cries for help? The prince sighed, and thankfully, fell asleep. And he stayed like that until the next morning.

[ketsuyuki-hibana-typed]

Requested by @sherillda (maybe the user change the name, can't tag)

By the way, it's almost impossible for a Shinazugawa Sanemi to be in trouble at pinch situation (except final arc)

It's canon that he could hold sword's handle with his toe, he could stop the bleeding with his muscle (it's his ability), he could trigger Genya's gun RIGHT at his ear without disturbing his movements, he still moved fast even though the wounds were all over his body, not to mention he's PARTIALLY COLOR BLIND but didn't bothered by that.

Like, wow. Stan this man.

But again, I thought, "This is fiction, Hibana." Ah right, everything could happen.

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Pillar!Reader

Warning: Heavy Injury Description

"THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS IS HARDER TO DEAL WITH!!"

"HAAH?!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

It was a morning couple quarrel before Pillars meeting.

You wanted him to be more softer towards his students. You couldn't take their painful stories about the training and promised them to talk with Sanemi.

But it's getting worst.

"It's my students, and I could do whatever I fucking want!!"

"Yes! Yes, I know! But it's inhumane!!"

Thus, the squabble between you and him were continued until Oyakata-sama presented himself in front of the Pillars

In the middle of meeting, Oyakata suggested to make a pair mission for you two, because the request from a certain region was actually difficult.

But, Sanemi insisted to go alone and told Oyakata to assign you to other region.

"I'm afraid that she will get in my way."

It tickled you off. How dare you, how dare you Sanemi? I'm literally equal to you!! But you just stay on your folded feet, and tried to press your anger.

Oyakata-sama smiled and said, "She's not weak, Sanemi. You knew it too, she willl not be here if she's not strong. But, if you persisted."

It really pissed you off to see his hidden grinning on Oyakata's back.

The quarrels continued, now instead of talking about his students, you scolded him for being rude and implied that you're weak.

Himejima had to step up ande mediate between both of you. He pulled Sanemi off while Mitsuri calmed you down.

After that, you neither talk to him nor had lunch with him.

"COME!! ATTACK ME WITH ALL OF YOUR MIGHT! WHY, BECAUSE IM MAD RIGHT NOW!! HAHA, I'M WEAK?! LET'S PROOF IT THEN!"

That's nonsense!! Your students shivered in fear because you never being like this before, but they had no choice and attacked you.

They were like sand-bag for you today.

Sanemi's side wasn't getting better. Their train getting more excruciating than ever.

He still went to the assigned mission that night, without you of course. You went to assigned region.

No secret kissing, hugging and promise to stay alive together like always, you avoided him and he avoided you.

Because it's obvious. If both of you met again, you and him will just throw profanity each other again.

Sanemi's head was in cloud. He did everything to excite his anger on his way. Punching the trees, kicking stones, stomping the ground, cursing, anything.

"Dumb like her only thought about happy things and will be killed as soon as she stepped on this place."

He's too busy with his mind, and didn't realize there's demon who eyed on him from behind.

Meanwhile, you finished your part on your regions. Not in the blink of an eye, it's pretty difficult fight. There were wounds on your chest, but you still able to restrain the pains.

"I wonder how is Sanemi- WELL I DON'T CARE, WHATEVS, HE'S STRONG RIGHT?, HE DOESN'T NEED ME!"

After receiving some gratitude from the lower Demon Slayer Ranks because you helped them too, you planned to head back to headquarters.

And suddenly a loud blast was heard from the wood east.

You looked at the direction, it's Sanemi assigned region.

"Huh, why am I thinking about him. My job is done. I don't care."

But, you stopped your walk. What if the situation getting dangerous, what if the demon he met didn't intoxicate with his Marechi blood, what if-

'I had a bad feeling about this.' You clenched your fist. "Evacuate all of the villagers around here. For the rest of Demon Slayers, help Kakushis brought injured slayers back to the headquarters." You ordered the rest of Kakushis.

"Yes, (y/n)-sama!"

"Are you planning to go to that area? You got injuries too. Please let me treat you first." asked one of them.

"No worries, I could handle this alone. There's no time. I count on you."

"Understood."

That being said, you started to sway your bad feelings and run to his direction.

On the other hand, Sanemi's fight with the demon was started long ago.

He let out heavy gasp, getting battered from the annoying demon. He started to move recklessly, attacking with his breath techniques but none of it were able to take the monster down.

"Tch!"

Sansmi could feel the blood dripped on his abdomen, no, it's flowing now. "Fuck." He muttered under his breath, trying to surpress his wound with his muscle ability. He's tired, he know, but of course he couldn't run away from here. He knew there is village nearby and he couldn't let this giant demon murdered the villagers.

He jumped again to avoid random attack from the demon. His breathe was heavier than it should be.

A mere demon supposed to be intoxicated by his blood but now, his deep wound on his left and no sign of the demon to moving slower are the real proof that this isn't just a mere demon. A new type? Poison? Probably.

His back was sagged behind the tree, trying to catch a breath but failed. The demon didn't give him rest. It lifted its claws on the air, ready to torn him apart.

"Heh, you even won't let me breath?'

'At least, let me say sorry to her.'

"Couldn't believe that Great Shinazugawa will be in hopeless state like this."

Then, he saw a familiar yet beautiful breathing technique unleashed upon him.

"Third form!!" You gracefully stepped up in front of him, targeting its neck and pushing force thorough your blade.

"What, it's thick!" You jumped back, positioning yourself in stance, pointing your blade towards the demon and protecting Sanemi.

He stared your back with surprised expression. Aren't you going to your region? Why are you here?

"If you could stand, then help me out."

He stood up, joining you at your side. "Don't be a shitty brat, you're injured too."

"Whatever you call."

You tried once more again, with different form of breathing. He went to the other direction. Both of you tried to swing your blades on this demon, but it fend Sanemi's attack and pulled your back with his claw.

You cut its hand off, and quickly jumped backwards, using a tree to let you caught breathe for a moment before used the trunk to support your jump again.

"Fourth style!!"

This time, you and him succeeded to slashed your blade to its neck.

You saw it degraded into ash,nwiping your sweat from your temple. You looked at Sanemi laid down on the ground while panting hard.

"Are you okay?" You knelt in front of him, trying to not look so unsympathetic, even though all you wanna do now is hugged him, and told him, "I'm so relieved you're still alive."

"I don't need you."

"There you go again." You sighed. He sat down. "Let's treat your wo- huh?"

Your vision suddenly blurred. Your hands felt cold. Shivering, you started to lose control of your own body.

And fell into the ground.

Sanemi looked at you in shock. He moved forward and brought you into his embrace.

"Hey, what- goddammit." His palm felt sticky when he touched your back. He looked at his hands.

It made his heart sunk into his stomach. He swear he could make a small pool of your blood with his palm only.

It's not just a scratch, the demon tore your back apart, some of your muscle meat were about to fell off. He suspected it was from earlier when both of you was being attacked back.

"HANG ON!!" He screamed.

"Sa... Ne... Mi... What-"

"DON'T TALK AGAIN!" He quickly suturing the necessary skins to prevent your blood flowing more. He wrapped you in his haori, and soon your blood absorbed into the fabric. "I know you could bear this!! Hang in there!!"

He desperately tried to keep you awake by yelled and called your name while carrying you on his back.

You couldn't feel anything.

It's cold.

It's numb.

You remembered you didn't have chance to say sorry to him.

That one last thought and you dropped your body fully on to his back, unconscious.

You often heard somebody's voice in your sleep, calling your name but you can't move your finger, let alone your body. You couldn't do anything, just hearing that desperate voices saying, "I'm sorry. Please wake up."

It's a pity voice, you thought. I wanted to tell this person that I'm fine, that he didn't have to apologize.

And one day, you snapped your eyes open and white ceilings is the first thing you saw.

You gasped, processing the last fight that rolled again on your brain.

"Oh my God, he's right, I'm weak."

"You're awake and the first thing you say is that you're weak?" Shinobu entered your ward. You let out an awkward laugh. "How is your feeling?" She asked cheerfully.

"Better! I felt great!" You sat down with her help.

"That's good to hear, because I was threatened by your boyfriend if I didn't make you open your eyes in one week, he will kill me. Well, I doubt he could do that."

"Wait, I was sleeping for almost 1 week? I'm really sorry, Shinobu-chan."

"It's okay. I'm actually surprised too because it's a miracle that with this fatal injuries, you're still alive."

"...how bad is it?"

"Scratches on your back."

"Just scra-"

"Big and deep scratch, I could saw your spinal bone thorough your wounded back."

"That's- that's bad."

"Now you know. I will check on you later again. Please rest."

"Will do, thank you! Do you know where Sanemi is?"

"I don't know."

With one last waving, you put your back on the pillow. You looked at the table beside you, a vase with white lily in it and two untouched Ohagi.

"Must be him." you thought. You didn't expect him to visit you because you know he prefers training but looks like he really did stay here for awhile.

You stepped down from your bed slowly. Your back was still hurt but you really wanted to go outside and felt the sun.

It's really quiet here.

"Huh, my back must be so ugly now."

When you walked around, the triplets found and greet you, saying "I'm glad you're fine!"

You talked with them while sitting on engawa and that's when you saw Sanemi from afar. He also noticed you.

You stood up from your seat and waved at him.

"Sane- wha-"

He dropped everything on his hands and went towards you with furious steps.

And pinched your cheek.

"Wawawawa!!!"

"FINALLY, YOU FUCKING WAKE UP."

"Ah, Shinazugawa-san! (y/n) is still injured!"

"SHUT UP."

The girls were running away in fright, but not forgetting to wave at you.

You puffed your cheek and pressed your palm on both of it.

"It hur-"

He suddenly hugged you, almost made your back collided with the floor. He quickly held your back, preventing you to hit the wooden floor.

"Sa- Sanemi?"

He made you sat, still hugging you and planted his forehead on your crook.

"You're alive."

"Yeah? Looks like I am? You're being weird. I'm scared, a little."

"Shut up. It's my fault, I'm sorry."

"What-" He tighten up his embrace. You saw a vague red on his ear tip.

Oho.

"I won't repeat it twice."

"I get it, I get it. I didn't really think about it anymore." You caressed his hair and rubbed his cheek. "You're alive too, that's the matter."

"If I didn't being so stubborn and being more stronger, you probably didn't have to encounter this." He muttered on your skin. He really relieved when he saw you sat there, he really thought he will never see you again. When the thought of he never saw your smile again, he became crazy, and blamed himself. He couldn't help but think that it's his fault.

But now, you're breathing, he felt yiur warm skin, he felt your soothing voice again.

"Well, I'm sorry too, because you proofed my point, I'm the one who weaklings here."

"If you're weak, you di- nevermind, I don't want to think about it."

This dumb quarrel should've ended earlier.

"Yeah, me too." He pulled a warm smile and kissed your lips quickly. You blushed from the unexpected action.

He just realize what he has done and he wanted to hid his face right now.

Sanemi released his hug, changed his position. He put his head on your thighs, facing your stomach, and hugging your hips.

Not wanting to show his burning face.

"I wanted to sleep, I'm tired of taking care and guard the princess for almost one week. She gave me hard time. Wake me up at noon." You giggled.

"Sure." You stroked his white hair slowly. He shifted for a moment to find comfortable position. His stiff shoulder was relaxed and finally sunk into your tender body.

Your fellow Pillars were coming and heading on your way. You put your index finger on your lips while looking at them. All of the Pillars were stopped for a moment when he saw that feral man slept peacefully on your thighs.

Except one man, Uzui Tengen.

"Look, it's the guy who begging for his girlfriend to come back to life but being tsundere and now casually being intimate in the estate."

Sanemi snapped his eyes open, sat up and turned around. You jolted. Even though you couldn't saw it, you could feel Sanemi's malicious eyes pierced thorough that flamboyant man.

"I'LL KILL YOU, UZUI. I'LL KILL YOU."

[alexhogh7137]

The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Twenty: The Retrieval

Chapter Nineteen

Word Count 3k

Warnings: mentions of rape, blood, gore, little fluff

When night strikes Wessex, still no sign of Ivar or his brother's. You can feel yourself getting weaker and weaker as the hours go on. You know that they are searching for you, they just don't know where you are. Hopefully your best friend sent that letter to Kattegat and it gets to them by morning. If not, you have no idea if you will survive another day of torture. When the meeting with the people was over, your people were absolutely furious and did not approve of anything that is going on. King Harald was outraged, so he took all of his anger out on you. At this point, every inch of skin is either cut or bruised. You can barely breathe, barely even see. You just hold onto your stomach and weep. 

King Harald comes in a few hours later, you are not certain of the time. 

"P-please..n-no more."

Harald chuckles, "No more of what? Beatings or the sex?"

"Both." You stuttered. 

Harald "Okay, fine. I will make you a deal. No more sex, if you give me one of your dragon's." You chuckle so hard that blood comes up.

"Go to hell." You mumbled as you spit the blood out of your mouth. 

Harald "No? Are you sure you won't accept my offer?"

"They are m-mine. My babie-s. No, you cannot have one."

Harald tisks his tongue, "Such a shame. But at the same time, it is not. Because this means, I can still use you hmm?"

"Just leave me alone." 

Harald "Aw poor child-"

"I am not a child! I am a queen! I am Ivar's queen! Have you forgotten?!"

Harald "Oh of course not. Ivar and I are very close allies-"

"Well not," you gasp for breath, "anymore now that you have done all of this to me."

Harald gets into your face, "Do you really think that he loves you, Y/n? Do you really think that he cares about you or that child in your belly? He is just as wicked as I am." You let your head fall to the ground. You try not to listen to his words because in all honesty, they hurt. You love your husband, you miss him more than anything. But you can't stop replaying what his last words were to you. And those are what make you feel like King Harald is telling you the truth. 

"Even if he does not, I still have my child."

Harald "Ah yes, that little baby in your belly. You still think it is still ali-" you slap him across the face, hard enough for spit to fly out of his dirty mouth. He looks down at you and laughs in your face. "You still have fight in you. I like that!" He grabs you and rips the only piece of clothing that you have left on and takes you. You try to fight back but it is no use. He is much stronger than you now. You cry and cry as he takes you, screaming out in mercy. But he does not give it to you. When the time comes, if the time comes, he will not get mercy.

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Morning arrives in Kattegat and the news carrier comes to Ivar immediately as he sits on his throne. Hvitserk sits beside Ubbe, hanging his head down. His hair is ragged and his eyes are bloodshot. Ubbe is staying strong, he needs to for his brother's. 

Ivar "What is it? Have you found her?!"

"My king? Oh no! I just have a letter for you, my king."

Ivar sighs, "Alright. Give it here." Hvitserk takes a huge gulp of ale and shakes away his nerves. He feels like every waking minute, could be another minute of your life withering away. 

Hvitserk "What does it say, Ivar." Ivar reads and does not say anything. His eyes just wilt with tears.

Ubbe "IVAR! What does the letter say!"

Ivar looks up at his two brother's standing in front of him, waiting for answers.

Ivar "She is in Wessex. It was her friend that we met when we got her dragon's back Hvitserk. She wrote in detail of her condition." Hvitserk rips the piece of parchment out of Ivar's hands and reads it for himself while Ubbe hovers behind him.

The letter:

"Hello King Ivar, my name is Thyra. I met you and Hvitserk when you came back to retrieve Y/n's dragon's back in Spring. I am her friend and as her friend, I am begging you to bring as many warriors and her dragon's to Wessex, England. King Harald Finnair and the King are torturing Y/n to get information about her dragon's. King Harald has beaten her to the point where she can hardly be recognized. Her skin is bruised, so badly that it is blackened. Her eyes are almost swollen shut and her clothes are ripped to shreds from being sexually assaulted by someone. In my opinion, it has to be King Harald. She told me that she is with child, but I fear that that is no longer the case by her current state. Please come as soon as possible. She does not have long."

~Thyra

Hvitserk fell to his knees and fainted. When he awoke, Ubbe is screaming at Ivar to get his act together and get his men to Wessex. 

Ubbe "What are you waiting for!? You know where she is! Let's go get her and bring her back home!"

Ivar "We are too short of men, Ubbe."

Ubbe "We will not fight today, but we need to save your wife!"

Ivar "Yes. I will go and ready our ships and soldiers. Wake him up." 

Hvitserk "I AM UP! YOU SERIOUSLY WERE CONSIDERING NOT GOING TO WESSEX?!"

Ivar "I am king. I have to look out for my men. I fear that many of them will lose their lives today if we fight to get Y/n back. And we are short on soldiers."

Hvitserk "You are not her husband. You sure as hell are not acting like it!"

Ivar "I am her husband!"

Hvitserk "THEN GO TO WESSEX AND SAVE YOUR BLOODY WIFE!"

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The three dragon's fly above the ships as they set sail to Wessex, England. Hvitserk prays the whole time there that you are still with him. That his child is still with him. He has not heard from you today, which makes him very uneasy. 

Ubbe "Look ahead of you brother, she is not too far now."

Hvitserk "What if she-"

Ubbe "She's not. Don't think such a thing. You will see her soon." Ivar stands by himself and looks ahead of him. He is worried to see your state. He is worried that you won't be the same after he brings you home to Kattegat. He fears that you will not love him any more. Could he truly blame you?

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Hvitserk walks over to his brother Ivar and sits down beside him. Ivar does not say a word. He does not feel like he has the right to do so. So Hvitserk takes that step.

Hvitserk "Why are you acting like this, Ivar? I thought that you have changed."

Ivar "I have changed. Y/n changed me for the better."

Hvitserk "Really? Because you have been acting like you old self for the past three days."

Ivar "That is because, when I am scared...I turn it into anger. And Hvitserk, I am terrified. I am terrified of seeing her like how Thyra described. I fear that I am going to break down when she needs me to be strong. I fear that we might be too late."

Hvitserk "As do I, brother. But we need to be strong for her okay?"

Ivar "Yes."

Ubbe "We are coming up to the castle. We are here brother's." When they look up and see the castle coming closer and closer into their view, they get their warrior faces on and get ready to get their girl back.

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You pass out from all of the pain that you are in. King Harald ended up not leaving you alone until three rounds later. Even when you are still, your legs shake from overstimulation. The blood is just a reminder that it would take a miracle for your baby girl to still be alive. 

When the three brother's arrive at the gates of the kingdom, Ivar uses the dragon's flames to burn the gates down. Raising them since they were babies, has its perks. When the gates burn down, the people are frantic at the sight of them. The dragon's fly ahead and land on top of the castle, while Ivar and his army flood every inch of the kingdom. 

Ivar "I AM IVAR THE BONELESS! THESE ARE MY BROTHER'S! I AM YOUR PRINCESS'S HUSBAND AND KING, WE ARE HERE TO SET HER FREE. DO NOT FIGHT US!" The people calm down and almost turn to excitement. Ubbe runs to the doors, as well as Hvitserk with a few of their personal guard's. When they enter, they are confronted with the two men that are responsible for all of this. 

Harald "Ah, finally-"

Hvitserk "Where is she?!" 

Harald "Go find her for yourself. I must warn you though, dear Hvitserk...you might not recognize her." Ubbe looks at him.

Ubbe "Go get her, I'll take care of these two. Watch your back." Hvitserk nods and kills every man that comes his way. He is filled with such rage and hate that he has no empathy for anyone but you at this point. He climbs to the top but you are not there. So he ran back down, ending up in the darkest and coldest parts of the castle. He finds old bones on the stone floors and some animal corpses. He walks on and finds doors that only keys could open, but luckily for him, his sword is made from the strongest steel that could ever be made. When he broke down the first door, no one was in it. He broke down every door except the one that you were in. When he reaches the last door, he hesitates and tears start to fill in his eyes because he knows that you are in there. Hvitserk took a deep breath and broke the door down. When he stepped foot inside that cage, he sees you in the corner. There is so much blood surrounding you, that he can barely see the floor beneath you. He walks over to you, scared out of his mind because he feels like you should have woken up by the door being broken into. 

Hvitserk "Y/n? Baby?....sweetheart."

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When you awake, you feel a pair of gentle hands on your shoulder. And then you hear the voice of a man that you have been needing for what feels like forever. You look up and see Hvitserk hovering over you. 

"..Hvitserk?"

Hvitserk chuckles through the tears, "Yeah, kitten. It's me, I am here. We are all here." You pull him into your arms and hold him as tight as you could and sobbed uncontrollably. 

Hvitserk "You're okay...you'll be okay."

"I...I can't..I can't get up..I can't move. He-"

Hvitserk "I know. I know, I'm going to carry you all the way back home, okay?"

"Hvitserk...the baby-"

Hvitserk "She is fine. You both are fine, let's get you home." He lifts you into his arm's. Once you get off of the floor, the pain is excruciating. You scream and cry from every inch of your body that is causing you this feeling. 

Hvitserk "I know..I know, we will heal you, I promise."

"I feel like every part of me is broken."

Hvitserk "You will be healed..I promise. We will get through this."

"M-my dragon's!"

Hvitserk "They are here. They are all here, Kitten." You sob into his chest from relief. It feels like a dream but it is, thankfully, your reality. The reality that you have been praying for for four days.

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Harald "I am almost glad to see you, Ivar...old friend."

Ivar "I am not your friend."

Harald "Oh so harsh. I am surprised it took you this long to find her."

Ivar "It took us this long because we sent warriors to all of your kingdoms but couldn't find her there. But we did find a lot of your valuable warriors and killed them." Harald scowls. "So do not be surprised when you go home to Vestfold and Rogaland...there is a bloodbath waiting for your return." 

Harald "Well I have to admit, that saddens me. But then again, I have gotten so much use out of your wife that I cannot stay mad at you-" Ivar attempts to charge but Ubbe stops him with his arm.

Ubbe "Not today. Remember our mission of today. Bring her home. Get her healed. And then-"

Ivar "He will burn-" He stops what he was going to say when he sees his brother carrying his wife in his arms. It confirmed one of his worst fears: you being so badly beaten that you are almost unrecognizable. 

Ivar "Y/n?" You look over your shoulder and see your husband.

"I-...IVAR?!" Hvitserk puts you down right in front of him. You wrap your weak arms around his neck as he holds your frail body up in his arms. 

Ivar "I missed you so much...I-I am so so so sorry. Please forgive me!"

"I do. Just please take me h-home." He cups your cheeks and kisses your lips extra gentle. 

Ubbe "Hey.."

"Ubbe…" He walks over to you and hugs you gentle but with so much happiness and relief.

Hvitserk "Alright, let's get her out of here-"

Father "Y/n...can I have a word."

Ivar "NO! YOU HAVE SAID AND DONE ENOUGH!" 

Father "I want to apologize-"

"Apology not accepted. Hvitserk.." 

Hvitserk "Yeah, c'mere." He lifts you up and takes you out of the castle. When you are out, you see your dragon's flying ahead. 

"RYUU, ELDR, NEITH..!!" They hear you and land in front of you and Hvitserk. "Ahh my babies...oh I have missed you!"

Hvitserk "They have missed you, Y/n. They haven't eaten since you were taken...haven't slept."

"I am here now...everything will be okay now. Hvitserk...go get King Harald."

Hvitserk "Y/n?"

"...I want to see him burn." Hvitserk smirks and kisses your lips, then lifts you up so that you can lay down on Neith. 

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Hvitserk returns and looks at Ubbe in a way that only Ubbe would know.

Ubbe "Hvitserk.."

Hvitserk "She wants him to burn for what he has done-"

Ubbe "Now is not the time."

Hvitserk "It is. Do you really think that we can all live in peace until this bastard is dead?!" Ubbe nods in agreement. 

Ivar "Now?"

Hvitserk "Now." 

Ivar walks ahead, "Well...it seems that my wife would like to see you one last time." Harald chuckles. 

Harald "I guess she just can't get enough of me!" Hvitserk wants to chop his head off with one clean slit to the neck but he knows that it will be more justified your way.

Harald stops right in front of Ivar and whispers, "Her pussy is just perfect. It is such a shame that you can't enjoy it yourself Ivar...I pity you." Ivar clenches his jaw and watches the man walk past him and out the door. 

Ubbe "Do not listen to him, Ivar. Do not let him win, hmm?" Ivar agrees and walks on.

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You see the man walk in front of your boys, heading for you and your dragon's. 

Harald "Man...they are so much more incredible in person!"

"Yes they are...but they are not yours."

Harald "They will be one day, you'll see."

"...Ivar." Ivar takes out his dagger and puts it in Harald's throat. He began to gag and gasps for breath. He is choking on his own blood, as you have done for almost a week. Ivar and his brother's step back because they know what is coming next. Hvitserk gives you the 'now,' you look down at your dragon's and smirk.

"DRACARYS!" All three of your dragon's fire at King Harald and do not stop until they see the ashes fall to the ground. Ivar walks up and sees his wife on top of her dragon and smiles.

"Take me home."

Ivar "Gladly." Your father comes running up and startles Ivar and his men. They grab their weapons in preparation for an ambush.

Father "Y/n..please-"

"I will not forgive you-"

Father "I had no other choice! King Harald threatened my life... my kingdom."

"I am your daughter." He does not know what to say because he knows that you are right. Nothing else should come before you and your life. Even his kingdom. 

"I am leaving, and you will let me if you do not want your fate to end up like your friend over there." He looks down at the pile of ashes next to him, on the white snow. 

Father "I am sorry Y/n. For everything."

"No you are not. You are only sorry that I am going home, and leaving you with our angry people. So do not take me for a fool, father. Because I am no such thing." Ivar looks at you with admiration. Hvitserk does the same. Ubbe is observing with a clear mind and is ready to strike if your father attempts to cause you harm. Your father just stands there and takes your words. His eyes shedding crocodile tears. 

"I need to go home, before I don't make it home-"

Hvitserk "Y/n-?" He notices you starting to lean forward on Neith and grow even paler than before. He rushes to you and catches you when you fall off of her. Ubbe grabs your father and throws him on to the ground. 

Ubbe "Go back to your people, before I do not allow it!" Your father runs away as fast as he could. Ivar watches Hvitserk hold your body in his arm's, so weak and frail that you couldn't even hold up your own body anymore. 

Ivar "We need to get her home!" 

Hvitserk "I will put her in the boat! Hang in there, Y/n.. stay with me baby, come on. Stay with me." He said that all the way to the boat. He and Ivar held you in their arm's the whole way back to Kattegat, hoping and praying that you will pull through.

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Rule The World With Me-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Three: Ivar tells you that he loves you for the first time.

Story Summary: Ivar travel's to Kiev to escape his brothers, when he meets you and wants to make you his queen.

Word Count 824

Warnings: slight angst, fluff fluff and more fluff.

It's been only a week of recovery. You still can't walk by yourself without being in excruciating pain. Oleg finally came into your chambers to see if you were okay. You just nodded and asked him to leave, which to your surprise, he obliged. Ivar never left your side, even when Oleg was present, he didn't care. All he cared about was helping you heal. He even slept with you for the first 2 nights because you were hurting so badly, you couldn't sleep without his embrace. However, when Oleg started coming around to see you, you asked him not too because you didn't want Oleg to kill him for sleeping with you. 

Ivar "come on sweetheart, we gotta get some food in you." Even though he was a cripple and struggled to walk himself, he refused to let you walk by yourself. You put your arm around his neck as he lifted you out of the bed. It was so painful but you didn't want to show Ivar how bad. Ivar lifted you up with no struggle, and helped you to the dining area where Igor was waiting for you with a big meal on the table. 

Igor "it's so good to see you walking a bit better! I've missed you." He ran up to give you a quick hug, gentle so he didn't hurt you. 

"I've missed you too my sweet boy. How have you been these days? Not getting into trouble i hope." Ivar helped you sit down comfortably.

Igor "Of course not y/n! Ivar has been showing me tricks and stunts while you sleep. Sometimes he even talks strategies with me so i can be a good king one day!" He looked at Ivar and then you looked at him. He was smiling from ear to ear, hoping to make you proud of him. 

"Is that so? Well you should take notes on what Ivar tells you. He is a very brilliant man. He has won many wars and battles throughout his life as a Viking." He grabs your hand and gives it a tight squeeze as a thank you. 

Igor "you two look great together by the way. Don't think i haven't caught on. But down worry, i won't tell prince Oleg."

Ivar "if you tell him anything, none of what i have been telling you, will be possible."

Igor "i know Ivar, that's why your secret is safe with me. I love you both."

After you were done eating, your back began to hurt worse so you asked Ivar to take you to bed. He places you into bed and starts to walk away. 

"Ivar?? Will you lay with me?" You needed his warmth. 

He smiled and made his way back to you. He puts his crutches down onto the floor and pulls you into his chest. 

Ivar "can i tell you something i haven't said to anyone in a long time?" He starts to play with your hair when you nod. "I love you. I am so in love with you, and i will do everything it takes to be with you for the rest of my life."

"I love you too Ivar. I thank the God's everyday for putting you in my life." He places a kiss on your forehead.

You haven't felt loved like this by anyone before him. He takes care of you instead of beating you. He kisses you with love instead of faking it for the people. He holds you in his arms instead of avoiding you. He makes you laugh instead of making you cry. He tells you how beautiful you are when you feel your worst. He truly is your bestfriend and the love of your life. And you are his.

"What have you been teaching Igor?"

Ivar "i have been showing him battle formations and strategies. He wants to know how to defend himself so i have been teaching him the weak points on the human body...i want him to know how to fight. Who else is going to teach him?"

"I know and i am glad he has you as his teacher. You are the bravest man i have ever met! You teach him everything you know, so when we are all ready to overthrow Oleg, he will also be prepared."

Ivar "that's the plan, beautiful. Don't worry, everything will be okay. And soon you will be my queen and you will be far away from the man who has tortured you and who has been treating you like a slave."

"I love you so much. The Gods have really blessed me when they gave me you." He kisses you and kisses you until you can't breathe. He loves kissing you, feeling you smile in his lips. His strong arm is wrapped around your torso while his other arm is holding up his head. You fall asleep as he admires you. His future wife. 

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