#cw genuine human emotions and thoughts

[eyeballs-in-my-head]

Do you guys wanna see me go insane? I can do that. Only if you want to tho, I don't want to inconvenience anyone haha

[kittenpinkamations]

this is such a weird thing to be bothered about & maybe it's just me being weirdly sensitive & maybe it's none of my business, but like.... does anyone else get bothered by how their teachers gossip about their kids?? like. idk something about the way my teachers talk about their kids it just kinda seems. dehumanising? idk i can't put my finger on it but it Bothers Me for some reason.

[idkfitememate]

I really like your stories, especially about the Creator otter. It would be great if when the truth is known, they take the Creator otter to the "true creator" and when he tries to hurt the otter, the attack returns on its own or something happens. to prevent him from harming the beautiful otter and so it is known that he is the true creator, I imagine he would have many more pamperings than before

The Otter Chronicles Pt.3

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૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Otter Reader x Fontaine

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 2.2k

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Angst, some fluff, many mental breakdowns

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : I. Am. So. Sorry. You have been waiting for months for this but I didn’t know how to continue and then I got writers block and UGH-

But I’m here now :). And your gonna get your wish :3

Future note, this will probably be split up into at least one more chapter because I know for a fact I won’t be able to write all the idea, plus, I have an idea on how to finish it!!~~

As you snoozed peacefully, the quiet seemed to seep into the room, suffocating everyone within it.

“So… the otter sat on your lap… sleeping… that’s the creator?” Finally, Wriothesley broke the silence that had consumed the room, making Furina jump and you chitter under your breath, snuggling into her stomach.

“Do we have any proof?- I mean, besides what happened with the Primordial Sea-“ “Do you need more evidence?” Neuvillette interrupted. His face was stern and cold, hands gripping at his pants.

“Well… it’d be nice to at least know for certain?” Wirothesley sighed out, a hand pressing to his forehead. He leans forward in his seat and took a breath before speaking again. “I mean, genuinely, can’t you see where I’m coming from? Sure, you might trust your gut or whatever magical power you’re keeping from us, but this is a little hard to believe for a guy like me. I mean, who knows! Maybe it was coincidence the Primordial Sea went back into the lock!! Because I’ve personally never seen a creature besides a human jump in there, have you? Maybe it’s all just one big joke I just-“ He stopped, huffing, hands shaking.

“I… we gave our everything… to the Creator. And now I’m finding out it was all a lie? If it’s true, and they really are THE Creator… then I’ve just been lying to myself?? That everything I’ve went through, every trial I’ve faced, every man I’ve stared down as we sent him to his death, every challenged I’ve faced… that i convinced myself that I would get through for them… that it was just a test to prove my worth… my loyalty… would it be for nothing..? I’ve…” The man stood up, chair knocking back behind him as he rose, tears staining his cheeks. Neuvillette also stood, putting a hand in front of Furina. Chlorinde simply sat with hands drawn to her lap.

“I’ve devoted my LIFE to them!! I’ve given my EVERYTHING to THEM!! I thought… I THOUGHT… I THOUGHT THAT THEY WOULD SAVE ME FROM THIS DAMNNATION OF SOULS GRIPPPING TO MY CHEST, CRYING OUT THAT I COULDNT SAVE THEM!! MY SIBLINGS, MEN I KNEW COULDNT HAVE BEEN GUILTY AND AND- YOU WANT TO SAY ITS ALL BEEN FOR NOTHING?!?” “CALM YOURSELF WIROTHESLEY!-“ “NO! BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS!”

A shouting match began between the two men, Chlorinde jumped up and wrapped herself around a now shaking Furina who was about to cry again, holding your form close to her chest. As the men screamed at each other - and teacups started being thrown - you finally stirred, opening bleary eyes at the scene unveiling before you.

Why were people screaming..? What… You looked up to see Furina shaking and silently sobbing over you, Chlorinde hushing her and whispering into her ear, though you couldn’t hear what she was saying. Wriggling around enough to face the shouting, your eyes widened at the sight of Neuvillette and Wirothesley screeching at each other, both Visions glowing wildly at the emotions of their wielders.

It was getting to a point where your ears were starting to hurt, so you leapt of Futuna’s lap, which led to her and Chlorinde whipping their heads to you, and ran over to the shouting men. You didn’t know what had come over you, seeing them both fight - something you never thought you would’ve witnessed honestly - and ran between them paws raised. Both paused for only a second, before Wirothesley started arguing again and Neuvillette followed. You tried to chitter and call over both of them, not getting anywhere with their raised voices.

You took a deep breath, focusing. This had been something you wanted to try since the beginning but just never had the time nor the energy to do so. But if there ever was a time, now was it. Your brows furrowed as you focused on any and all water in the current room, imagining the water following your command, as though alive and you its master. You grunted, catching Furina’s attention as she called for you to come back.

Cups suddenly started shaking in the room, only the Archon and Dualist taking note. It also didn’t help that the entire building was surrounded by water, though luckily you were able to mostly focus your attention on the small bits of water in the room. Neither Wriothesley or Neuvillette stopped to look at you as you raised your little paws to your head, the shouting mixed with your focus bringing on a headache.

Finally, it came to a close when Wriothesley shouted at the top of his lungs; teacups shattered and liquid swirled around the room, tea and water and otherwise swimming around the room like a raging typhoon, slamming into walls and knocking over objects. Finally the Duke and Sovereign stopped looking just as shocked as the Duelist and Archon. You pressed your paws forward, all the liquid slamming onto the arguing duo, pushing them into wall on opposite sides of the room.

Neuvillette looked remorseful while Wriothesley was shocked, eyes as wide as possible and jaw slacked. After a moment of silence you dropped your paws, allowing the two to fall to the floor drenched and standing in puddles.

“Holy… Holy Shit. They are the…” Wriothesley looked towards Neuvillette who nodded. Wriothesley fell to his knees, hands gripping at his hair and tears filling his eyes.

“All my life… was a lie?” You rushed to his side before he could spiral, rapidly chittering and crying, wishing you could speak so you could comfort him. In fear of another argument you began to cry. You sniffled and placed paws on his arm, practically begging him not to fall down that dark hole of spiraling thoughts.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your head. Fingers gently carded through your fur, and you looked up, meeting Wriothesley’s eyes. They were still teary, filled with grief and sorrow, but there was something behind it, something bright.

“Mm… don’t cry little guy. I didn’t mean to uh… scare you?” His smile was shaky at best. You whined and climbed into his lap, paws pressed to his cheeks and small kitten-licks to the tears he evidently didn’t know about, rubbing away any others you couldn’t get. His eyes widened, quickly trying to rub away any stray tears he caught.

The others watched the scene, not daring to speak. Eventually Wriothesley picked you up to stare at you. All his life had been spent worshiping one person, they fell from the sky one day, and he figured that’d be it. He got live in the generation that saw the return of their blessed Creator. Never to have them look him in the eye or anything.

But here you were. An otter. And you had already done so much more for him than the Creator had in such a short amount of time.

It would take a while, he figured, till his mind really did say that you were, in fact, the real and true Creator, till his mind could finally let go of the notion that he’d never get to see them because here you were, in his arms, caring for him.

“… Y’know… you’re a pretty cute little otter.” Everyone’s eyes snapped over to him when he spoke, more tears falling from his eyes. You squirmed around, desperately trying to get close enough to wipe them but were caught off-guard when instead Wriothesley wiped tears out of your eyes.

You cried, squirming in his arms to wrap your own around his neck. Everyone was silent as this happened, watching as his arms gently curled around you, slowly breaking down.

Neuvillette turned away, ashamed that he had lost his cool, and watched as Furina got up from the couch and walked over to you and Wriothesley. She couched down and sat beside you both, laying a head on Wriothesley’s shoulder.

You chirped quietly into the mana chest, letting him silently sob into you.

Only the sound of moving water disrupted the calm.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍯🧁🥥୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

That meeting was weeks ago, and now your little group was coming up with a plan to bring this news to light before all the other nations.

It had been well established to them that creatures of Teyvat, from small bugs to the largest beast, would all listen to you under any and all circumstances.

Like now.

While they all spoke under the moonlight inside Wriothesley’s office - one of the most secretive places in all of Fontaine - you swam just outside the walls in a raft of otters, all in all just having a fun time until the inevitable.

The rebellion.

Naturally everyone in the room was pissed, especially since it had been years at this point that that false ‘Creator’ had sat on a throne that was rightfully yours. They could see the effect your presence had on Fontiane.

The sun shone brighter, the water seemed clearer, less Meka broke down, flower bloomed easier, crime even dropped. It was great.

Everyone and everything seemed and felt happier.

Much happier than with that fucking liar.

A map of the large, floating Sanctuary and Shrine that was supposed to house the Creator was laid out across a table, specific entry point circled in red.

“Next week marks the beginning of the *Creator’s Walk. Defenses will grow as this week passes but the first day of the walk, there will be no Acolytes.” Neuvillette broke the silence by pointing towards the circles on the map.

“But they’ll still be in the perimeter. I should know, I was apart of the last Creator’s Walk.” Chlorinde spoke up, adjusting her hat. “I can’t think of any entrance we may have left ungraded, even if from a distance.”

They were silent as they thought. The Creator’s walk was a Month Long holiday where the Creator would walk nation to nation - by themselves - in order to hand out blessings, push back monsters for a following month of no attacks and to retrace their original path between Nations, a show that they were all still connected.

The quiet was broken by the sounds of you chittering, the door opening and revealing you wrapped in a Melusine themed towel, Sigewinne trailing right behind you.

“Thank you Sigewinne for returning them to us, now if you would mind-“ Neuvillette started but was interrupted by the Melusine, “You’re talking about the plan right?” Everyone stared at her while you took it upon yourself to climb into Furina’s lap.

“How did-“ “Uh, duh. I’ve known all along? I would’ve figured you’d have guessed that by now, especially with all the other Melusine and Meka treating them so great? Come on Monsieur Neuvillette, you’re smarter than that!” The sentence was ended with a giggle as she skipped over to the still shocked older man.

Neuvillette shook himself from the sudden stupor, sighing and nodded, before his eyes lit up.

“That’s right. We have all the Meka of Fontaine on our side. They’d do anything for ma moitié. How in Archons name did we forget we have an entire army on our side?” Everyone stared at Neuvillette sheepishly, shrugs and mutters filling the room. Neuvillette sighs and hangs his head, but quickly rebounds.

“Well in that case, most Nations haven’t fought our Meka-“ “But they have fought Ruin Guards.” Chlorinde spoke again. Neuvillette bit his cheek, she had a point. While Meka were different, it wouldn’t take to much the Acolytes to find weaknesses due to said Ruin Guards.

Silence again.

“The Local Legends and beasts alike could be of use. I mean, I doubt anyone’s fought giant crabs before.” Furina mentioned, though most of her attention was on you, drying you off and petting you.

“That is true, Lady Furina.” Wriothesley agreed. Eyes drew back to the map, taking in every spot on the thing.

“There!” Sigewinne was the one to point to a point on the map, near the back to the left of the large estate.

“What’s the spot?” She asked, Wriothesley took one look and responded.

“That’s a window to their wine cellar. Pretty unused but still guarded, why?” Sigewinne looked up with a grin.

“Because it’s closest to a body of water.” Chlorinde looked closely at the spot, and her eyes widened a bit.

“She has a point, and on top of that, while it is still guarded it’s much more lax, especially considering it’s not to far from where the ‘Creator’ will be leaving but far enough where anyone would doubt an entry. On the other hand, it could only appear that way.”

“That’s where Meka and monsters could come in.” Wriothesley started. “When we’re protecting the place we more expect other people than monsters considering they’re all scared of the place.”

The plan started to come together, more pieces being added and who should go first and so on and so forth. Furina was too busy playing with you to really care, but looked up with a confused expression.

“When are we going to tell the others? Vision users, I mean. And… how?” Everyone looked towards her.

“…Fuck.” And a new can of worms now needed to be opened.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : IM SO FUCKING SORRY I CANT DO IT!! I swear I will be keeping this idea in mind tho because I now have a plan to map out all of the creator stories I swear it I’m just tired omg I’m sorry but I hope this suffices for now-

… This is so disappointing I’m sorry-

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Slasher Handler Part 11 - Slip Lead

Slasher Handler Masterlist

Read on AO3

NSFW under the cut.

CW: Implied stalking/surveillance, implied kidnapping, physical injury, deception/emotional manipulation, physical violence, injury with knife, genuinely not enough information, hidden weapons

Something about stabbing him, about meeting Price, has resulted in you being able to stray a bit farther from Simon’s orbit. You’re still on a rather short lead, there is a list of unspoken rules between the two of you as long as your arm. But you’re going out alone more. You don’t feel Simon’s eyes on you every moment he’s out of your sight. It’s weird.

But when it comes to Simon, it’s best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. So you start a routine of going to the cafe down the street twice a week or so to work and see other human beings. It’s surprisingly difficult, some days. More than once, you’ve felt too exposed and retreated back home. These days, you have more good days than bad. As long as people don’t talk to you too much, you’re fine.

So it’s a bit jarring when someone clears his throat while you’re wrangling spreadsheets.

The man is in a light jacket, tee shirt and jeans. Looks like he works out. Kind of a stupid haircut, but he’s at least committed to it. Very distinct looking, Simon’s voice says in your head, easy to track. Unlikely to cause problems.

Something about him makes the hair on your arms stand on end.

“D’ya mind?” he gestures to the chair across from you. At your skeptical look, he rushes to assure you, “ Jus’ fer mah coffee, ‘n t’read,” holding up a thick paperback. He gestures to the rest of the cafe. “Wouldnae bother you, but this’s the only open chair.”

The shop is unusually crowded. You frown up at him. “I’m really busy.”

“Willnae hear a peep from me,” he promises, setting down his coffee and pulling out the chair across from you. He turns the chair so he’s facing more of the room instead of the corner you’re in. And he opens his book.

You watch him for a minute, but he doesn’t look up. It’s hard to shake the feeling that something is wrong, but you do need to work. With a last wary glance at him, you settle your headphones over your ears - transparency on - and get back to organizing a data set that reminds you of a ball of duct tape.

It’s time for a break before you know it. Your companion, true to his word, hasn’t said a peep since he sat down, more than an hour ago. He barely looks up as you close your laptop before turning back to his book. He does look up when you flag down one of the servers.

“Lunch,” you say, inanely. To the server, you say, “Can I get the chicken sandwich today?”

“Chips ‘n a lemonade, yeah?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

They turn to your table mate. “And for you?”

“The same, ah guess?” He raises his eyebrows at you, like he expects you to give him permission or something. He looks back at the server. “Yeah, a chicken piece for me, as well. ‘Nd a juice?”

“Separate checks?”

“Aye, ta,” the guy says. When the server leaves, he blanches. “Hope you dinnae mind.”

You do mind, but it’s not like he can sit anywhere else right now. “It’s fine.”

He sets his book on the table, and your eyebrows shoot up. Whatever you thought he’d be reading, Jurassic Park wasn’t it. He grins. “Ah ken. It’s old, yeah? But it’s a damn sight better’n the movie.”

“Isn’t that how it goes,” you say, vaguely. 

But you’ve already fallen into his trap. He turns his chair to face you, crossing his arms and leaning into the table. His eyes are unnervingly blue - somehow even bluer than Simon’s - and bright with interest. “’M serious. It’s not just that a character yells in the movie and speaks softly in the book, aye? In fact, the movie made Dr. Sattler older, aye? Great choice, emphasize ‘er expertise.” 

Aging up a woman character? You’re reluctantly intrigued. “She was a less important character in the book?”

“Nae,” the man scoffs. “She’s probably the first o’em to realize how shite the whole thing is. Notices things. Stuff the other’s aren’t payin’ attention to because she’s the plant expert, an’ naebody pays attention to plants.”

You find yourself drawn in, in spite of yourself. Johnny, as he introduces himself, has obviously been waiting for a chance to talk about it, but he’s not pushy. He excitedly pulls a pen from his pocket to doodle along with his explanations. By the time your food has arrived, he’s convinced you to at least try the audiobook.

“I cannae pay attention stuff in mah ears,” he says with a grin as he starts to dig in. “But I hear good things, if you don’t ‘ave time to sit an’ read the text.”

As you nod along, you look up and almost choke on your next swallow. Simon is outside, looking at you through the window with raised eyebrows above his usual black surgical mask. His eyes flick to give the man at your table an obvious once over. And then he turns away and walks out of sight.

“Ye alrigh’?” Johnnys’ eyebrows are up near his hairline when you look back at him. “Ye look like ye’ve seen a ghost.”

“Y-yeah,” you say, torn between staying seated and the urge to run after Simon. You can’t help but look at the window again, but he’s gone, there’s nothing for it. “Sorry, I thought… Sorry. Yeah, I’ll get the audiobook.”

When you get home, Simon is on the couch, the TV on with the volume low. He watches you, like he always does, as you take off your shoes and shuffle around to put away your things. When you finally join him on the couch, you find that he’s watching a nature documentary. A crocodile slides under the water with barely a ripple.

“He was only sitting with me because there wasn’t anywhere else,” you rush to say.

Simon turns to cock his head at you. “You get ‘is name?”

“John. Johnny,” you answer. “He told me about his book, but I left as soon as we were done eating.”

“Good,” he says with a nod. He lifts the arm closest to you, pulling you close as you settle into his side. “’S good to have friends, Precious.”

“He’s not a friend. Just some guy out to lunch like everyone else.” 

“You let him stay,” Simon points out. He squeezes you in a rough approximation of a one armed hug. “Been nervous around people, but you’re gettin’ better.”

This isn’t what you expected. You can’t help but side-eye him. “You’re… proud of me?”

Simon’s lips press gently against your forehead. “’S long as you pick better this time, I don’t mind you ‘aving friends. Can’t keep you all to myself forever. ‘Sides, you’ve marked me proper, ‘aven’t you? Got me as your little pet. Johnny’s not gonna be a problem.”

The little pink scar around his ribs is little more than a raised line. You slide your fingers under his shirt to pet at it. Among all of his scars, it’s one of the smallest. You’d cried the first time he’d let you see under the bandages.

“You’re not a pet,” you grumble, leaning your head on his shoulder. “You’re an alligator who won’t leave my house.”

“Your alligator, now,” Simon agrees. He focuses back on the television, seemingly done with the conversation.

You could leave it at that. But you turn to face him, instead. “You’re not mad?”

“Not unless ‘e ‘urts ya.” Simon presses his lips against your hair. “An’ I wouldn’t let that ‘appen.”

The following week, though, he stands over you with an exaggerated grimace at how crowded the place is. “Och, d’ya mind?”

Johnny is there the next time you go to the cafe. He waves from his table, but ducks back into his notebook without waving you over. So you work from your own table in peace. When you take a break for lunch, he’s gone. Two days later, it’s the same. It’s easier to concentrate, now that you’re less worried that he’ll take the conversation from the other day as an invitation. 

With a sigh, you clear some space for him. But just like last time, he keeps to himself, reading and occasionally jotting things down in his notebook. It’s not until just before lunch that he breaks the silence.

“D’y’ve a boyfriend then?” You can’t keep yourself from cringing fast enough, apparently, because he laughs. “Sorry, sorry, shouldnae asked.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you grumble.

“Aw,” he coos. “Don’ worry hen. You’re right bonnie. Ah’m sure they’ll come around, whoever they are.”

That would be sweet, if it wasn’t so painfully off base. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Oh, you’re right done wit’ me,” he laughs. “Ah ken’t I shoulda kept mah mouth shut. Ma always said runnin’ mah mouth would get me into trouble. I won’t bother ye again.” 

You roll your eyes. “It’s fine. I just don’t want to talk about it.”

He doesn’t push, and you’re grateful. But when it comes time to pay for lunch, he insists on paying. It grates on your nerves. A gift from a guy is never just generosity, you learned that long before Brandon. But you clench your jaw and pack your bag up a bit more roughly than usual and say your goodbyes.

“They didn’t have the brownies you wanted,” you announce as you return home from the grocer, two days later. “I think it was a limited edi…tion…”

You notice Simon watching through the window, but he’s there and gone before you can get a read on his expression.

There’s a smattering of blood on the entryway carpet.

You don’t drop the bag with the eggs, but only because your muscles are locked up. Did someone break into the apartment? Was Simon here when they did, or next door? Did they leave? Did he take them?

A sound makes you gasp before you bite your tongue hard enough to taste blood. And then again, a muffled groan, close, from the direction of your couch. 

It’s not Simon’s voice.

You gently set your bags down and reach behind the coats for the blackjack Simon insisted on leaving there for security. There’s a rustling. Another groan. You stoop low, trying to make yourself a smaller target, and creep around the edge of the couch.

When you see Johnny, bound and gagged, shirt covered in blood where he lies on the floor, your stomach drops so fast you feel dizzy.

“No, no, no, no, no,” you whisper, dropping the jack with a thump. You crawl over to him, looking around frantically. Simon is nowhere to be seen. But he did this. He had to have done this. Right?

Johnny twitches, groans again, eyelids fluttering open. When he sees you, his eyes go wide, and he frantically tries to sit up.

“No, don’t! I don’t know where you’re hurt,” you hiss. You reach around his head to untie the cloth that’s gagging him. “Oh my god-”

“We gotta get out’f here, bonnie,” he grunts, leaning into your hands as you help him upright. He spits blood on the floor. “No tellin’ when that mental bastard gets back.”

“Oh god,” you whisper again, touching the front of his shirt. It’s dark and sticky in a bloom across his chest. “Where are you hurt? Did he stab you?”

“Ah’m okay,” he grunts. “A bit banged up, but ah’ll live.”

You swallow down the urge to vomit. “There’s a lot of blood, Johnny.”

“S’nae all mine,” he answers. “C’mon, untie me, before Simon gets back.”

You’re shifting to reach behind him before your mind catches up. You can feel the blood drain from your face. “W-what? What did you say?”

“We need to get out of here!”

“No, you said his name, you called him - ”

“Simon? That’s what ye called him when you came home,” he hisses. 

“No, I didn’t,” you whisper, body stuttering between frozen and electrified. You never call Simon’s name where others can hear. “And - and I - you - you were unconscious.”

Shining blue eyes stare into yours from two inches away. Johnny’s bloody mouth curls into a smile. “Oh, he’s trained you up good, he has.”

You scream when he lunges forward, huge arms grabbing at you. 

His weight crushes the air out of your lungs when your back hits the ground. You twist under him, using the arm he hasn’t trapped to grab his hair and yank. He swears, and loosens his hold just enough that you’re able to free your other hand and jab him in the throat.

You expect the way that he chokes, but the hand he’s twisted in the back of your shirt stays locked tight. He coughs out a frenzied laugh as you twist. Your heart races as he prevents you from getting your knees up between your belly and his. But he doesn’t expect you to hammer the heel of your boot against the back of his knee, or how you use the leverage against his leg to roll away onto your belly. 

He doesn’t let go of you, but that’s fine, that’s okay, as long as you can reach under the edge of the couch. Johnny pounces, body curling around you without quite pinning you down. His fingers twist into your hair in an echo of how you wrenched at him. But he doesn’t stop your hand, grabbing the leg of the couch and then reaching under and up and-

“Try again, Bonnie,” Johnny chuckles into your ear when your hand meets nothing but cotton and wood.

Your heart doesn’t have time to stop. The grinding pain between your hip bone and the floor makes you pop up your pelvis and reach down. The tiny knife, Little K, jumps to your hand. It’s so easy to flick it open, you think you almost cut your own belly as you heave. Johnny rides you for a moment, then pops up onto his knees to let you roll freely.

You don’t have time to decide, gut or femoral, you just swing. Denim parts, pressure - 

Johnny yelps.

His weight is suddenly gone, and the arc of your arm slams the back of your hand and your elbow onto the carpet. It’s a shock, almost hard enough to make you drop the knife. You flick your eyes around, nearly blind with tunnel vision, and see Johnny standing over you. His jeans are slashed, outer thigh almost to crotch, but you can’t see blood, fuck.

He sways, oddly. Is your vision swimming? He doesn’t descend on you again, though, just laughs and wiggles. One of his feet isn’t on the ground, his injured leg is dangling, did you get him?

You imagine you can see Simon’s face, a little angry and a little amused. If you die here, Johnny will live to see his own intestines, you know it. Even if you survive, he won’t. Simon might gift you another skull. The thought almost has a laugh bubbling out of you. 

“You stupid motherfucker,” you hiss. 

“Oh, now you’ve done it.”

Simon’s voice startles you into action. You’re off your back and scrabbling backward in and instant as he manifests behind Johnny. Except, you realize, that Simon is holding Johnny up, one arm snaked under Johnny’s and hand around the back of his neck. That’s why Johnny looks off balance, it’s because he is, because Simon is here, he’s going to save you-

“Did real good, Precious,” Simon says with a grin. “Knew you’d get along.”

What? “What?”

Simon says something else, but you can barely hear him over your heart pounding in your ears. But you hear it when Johnny laughs. You see when Simon releases him with a ruffle to his mohawk and a shove toward the armchair. Before you know it, Simon’s scooped you into his arms and taken his usual seat on the couch. He pries the knife from your hand and snaps it closed. 

“Told you I was thinkin’ of gettin you a dog,” Simon rumbles, sitting you in his lap so your back is against his chest. Before you can protest that no, he never once mentioned a fucking dog, he continues, “This’n’s mostly ‘ousebroken, already. Soap needs a firm ‘and, but you c’n ‘andle him. 

Soap? What the fuck does soap have to do with anything? What kind of a name is…

"Oi!” Simon barks. “Off the furniture.”

Your stomach drops as you remember John Price, two months ago now. “Soap’s supposed to be my troublemaker, not you.” Soap.

When your wide eyes swing to him,  Johnny’s face is split into a toothy grin. He tips his head back against the seat of the arm chair. One of his hands touches the blood blooming through his jeans and brings it up to his lips. He laves his tongue over his fingers. “Ah’m lookin’ forward to gettin’ to know you, Bonnie.”

A part of you wants to get up and slit his throat. The rest of you slumps back into Simon’s chest and bursts into tears.

[bedoballoons]

Genshin Mens with an S/o that always so happy and bubbly from the outside/public but at home they are actually tired and secretly crying in the bathroom while the shower is on so hoping that They wont hear the reader crying

I have been waiting to write this oh my gosh!! Love this idea, but just in case you're feeling like the reader, know it's okay to cry and if you ever need to talk to someone you're welcome to talk to me and I'll do the best I can to comfort you <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~All alone~༺}

CW: Angsty: Hidden emotions, crying, depression, some slight yelling in Xiaos and worried characters! Modern AU! (Pet names: Lyney: My love, Zhongli: Darling, Xiao: Flower, Kazuha: Honey, Neuvillette: Mon amour)

(Includes: Lyney, Zhongli, Xiao, and Kazuha!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyneys knuckles gently tapped against the wooden door of the bathroom, his voice sweet and filled with love "Mon amour, you alright? You've been in the shower awhile" ...although if you listened closely, you could hear the undertone of worries in his words. No matter how well you hid it in public, he could always sense you were off, he knew when smiles were genuine and yours rarely was anymore and no amount hiding in the bathroom could make your pain less noticeable to him.

Meanwhile you were on the other side of the door, knees pulled close to your chest and tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to breath in the mist filled room, the sound of the shower drowning out your soft sobs to the best of its abilities. You sniffled, trying to make your voice sound normal despite the emotions that were tugging at your throat, "Yeah honey! I'm fine! Just wanted to pamper myself a little!"

The magician sighed, slowly sinking to the floor... he wished so desperately you'd just let him in, let him lighten the burdens you were carrying, " Mon amour...I know that's not true. Please, let's talk.." You could barely hear him over your own mind screaming at you...worries and images of your issues dragging him down with you, drowning any ideas of actually accepting his offer to the bottom of your heart.

"I'm fine."

𑁍༄Zhongli:

You laughed out loud, others laughing along with you like everything was absolutely perfect...while Zhonglis yellow eyes saw otherwise, his gaze never leaving your sweet face. He could see it in your eyes, the way your laughter no longer sounded the same....the way you held yourself differently when others were around compare to when you were home alone with him. He just didn't understand why you weren't talking with him...why you were hiding your feelings.

Of course he wouldn't pressure you, he'd do his best to encourage you to lean on him...rest when you looked tired, do his best to show you how much he loved you, but it didn't seem to stop. You'd still disappear into the bathroom, shower running while he paced back and forth outside the door, wishing he knew more about human emotions, wishing he could just do...something.

"Darling, I'm here if you need me...I love you."

"Just taking a shower!....love you too!"

𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao was panicking, all his life he'd never found love till he met you and now you were hurting in a way he didn't know how to solve. He thought you were happy, smiling and laughing like usual...but overtime he would notice that something had changed. You no longer laughed till you cried anymore and even when you seemed at your highest...you still had dark bags under your eyes, sadness clinging to your words.

Now he'd caught you crying behind a closed door, sobs barely audible over the sound of the shower running and breathing messy...uneven, you sounded like your heart was shattering. He couldn't stand hearing you sound so broken, standing there doing nothing to help you when one of the things he loved most was protecting you, so he teleported into the room..hoping you'd forgive the intrusion.

He was shocked at first, to see you curled up by the door crying, barely able to breath as you rocked back and fourth...he wanted to run to you, pull you into a tight hug, tell you he'd make it all okay if you asked, but he didn't want to startle you and make the situation worse, "Flower...I'm here...can I help?"

"Xiao?!? What a-are you doing in here!? G-get out!"

"I'm worried about you, you're hiding your emotions and pretending like your okay when you aren't...I just want to help you."

"You're not one t-to talk! You hide what you're f-feeling all the time! Just leave me alone!!"

"No, I'm not leaving here until I figure out what's going on. I haven't waited thousands of years to find love and let it slip away because I didn't offer comfort when I should have!"

You covered your ears and opened the door, "THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE WAITED L-LONGER!"

𑁍༄Kazuha:

Kazuha sighed, humming against the doorframe while he thought of your wonderful smile that always made his heart race...and your bubbly personality that contrasted so well with his calm collected one, but lately things hadn't had the same magical loving feeling they used to, even his poems barely made a glint in your eyes, you just seemed so put out. Even after sleeping, when he'd try to hold you close and make sure you rested comfortably in the morning, you'd almost instantly pull away...leave to take a shower.

"Hey honey, you doing okay in there? I don't want to bother you...I've just noticed you seemed to be feeling down more often. I guess I just...worry about you. I love you and I want to make sure you're happy..." The shower flicked off as he finished his sentence and for a split second he had hope you would talk with him, but when the door opened, you stood in front of him wrapped in a towel...eyes red and puffy, and that same fake daunting smile on your lips.

"Kazuha honey, what're you doing outside of the door? Were you talking to me? I didn't hear anything..."

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[temis-de-leon]

Solomon x Insecure fem!S/O

Characters: Solomon x fem!MC

Main Masterlist

Requested by @kirshimadenkisero: hello! may i please request solomon with a fem! s/o who’s very self conscious about her appearance, such as her slight belly fat, the stretch marks on her inner thighs, her acne, etc? i’ve been struggling with my appearance lately and solomon is my go-to comfort character, so this would really help. thank you! drink water!

A/N: I didn't go much into detail with the self-deprecating thoughts or the body descriptions, but they're still there, at plain sight. I hope you like it and I deeply hope it makes you feel at least a little bit better. To Romance Anon and M. Anon, don't worry, I'm writing your requests too :)

CW: the mental struggles of being chubby and the physical struggles of being chubby in summer. Comparing your body with someone else's isn't good. Also, the sadness of being immortal

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“Aren’t you hot?”

MC blinked at the question, moistening her eyes after several minutes of staring at the screen before turning to the side, but her body had slouched so far down the couch that she had to look up to talk to Solomon.

Her favourite fellow human had a mixture of emotions on his face: fondness, worry and surprise. His arms were completely spread out over the backrest, initially to offer her a place to rest and later to make more space for him to sweat. The air was sticky with warmth, blinds closed down to give them the full cinema experience and not a window open to keep the mosquitoes out.

To her greatest pleasure, Solomon had accepted defeat by the time the second movie started and took his shirt off. MC, on the other hand, although dying to do the same, was still wearing an oversized t-shirt and some ugly, worn down, capris pants. Every piece of fabric stuck to her skin like a punishment and beads of sweat travelled along the curves of her body to stain her clothes.

It wasn’t pretty and it wasn’t comfortable, but she didn’t want to change. They had a dinner party the night before and MC had the atrocious idea of wearing a long summer dress. When they finally got home, her inner thighs were red and hurting and the embarrassment had persisted for the next day and the entirety of their movie marathon.

So, not wanting to make him feel bad for her own insecurities while they were having a good time, MC chuckled and faked an excessive sultry look.

“Is that an actual question or a compliment?”

MC felt like her body was seconds away from exploding, breaking skin and searching for fresh air. The cooling spell he’d casted earlier must’ve slowly worn off while they were immersed in the beginning of the trilogy.

“I would say you’re hot, yes, but it was a legitimate question” he softly laughed. “Why don’t you take your pants off? Else, you’re going to get sick”

“I’m going to get sick from being too hot?”

A flick of impatience crossed his face, but he quickly erased it by laughing again.

“Well, I hope not. Otherwise you’d be bedridden”

His flattery made her genuinely smile and she noticed her face warming up from something significantly different than the high temperature in the room.

“You spend too much time with Asmodeus”

“Look who’s talking”

Solomon kept his mouth open and MC stared in apprehension, keeping a few uncomfortable seconds between them until he finally shook his head and turned to continue watching the movie. She tried to mask her relief, doing the same, but she could tell that he wasn’t as engrossed anymore.

Minutes passed, almost half an hour, until Solomon finally cooled down the room again with a wave of his hand. Her body eased and she almost broke with a satisfied groan, letting herself fall against his body and momentarily forgetting about her previous discomfort.

The darkness of the screen and the haunting chanting of a woman dragged her to unconsciousness, but she forced her eyes open, paying excessive attention to the plot. It was a sad scene, one of the saddest by far, and it wasn’t too long before Solomon’s hand creeped behind her back and grabbed her shoulder. At first she was confused and then, making her heart stop for just a second, she recognized what had suddenly worried her boyfriend.

“Do you think that’s how she felt?” she asked, trying not to see their relationship portrayed in the movie. “Lilith, I mean”

Solomon hummed, not letting her go, and slowly, but surely, started to nod. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes and she immediately wished things were different.

“Most probably, yes” he stayed silent for a few seconds, staring at Arwen crying on her father’s shoulder with great despair. Then, he said what MC desperately wanted to avoid hearing “That’s how I feel too”

A familiar sting closed her throat. The consequences of dating an immortal man, she supposed.

“I imagine going to your burial more often that I would like” he continued saying in a hushed, dark tone. “But I don’t think I would be able to leave after”

“What? You’ve never told me this!”  

“Well, it’s not the happiest of conversations”

“Don’t be like that” MC pleaded, sitting straight to look at him directly. “We don’t even know if that’s how it’s going to go. Maybe I'll turn immortal too”

He let out a humourless chuckle, pulling her close until she was sitting on his lap before pausing the movie. A heavy silence settled and MC became painfully aware of everything. It wasn’t the first time they had been so close to each other, but she didn’t feel happy about it this time, her body glued to his in such a way that the possibility of him not feeling every inch of her was almost non-existent.

The fateful end of their relationship, the depreciating thoughts about herself and the immense love he was looking at her with made her feel nauseous.

“Do you really think that?”

“If life has taught me something, is that anything can happen” she shrugged, brushing his hair before kissing his forehead. “Who knows? Maybe we’re not Aragorn and Arwen. Maybe we’re Gandalf and Galadriel and we’ll stay together until you grow a beard and I become pretty”

“You’re extremely beautiful”

Solomon looked like she offended him, which made her laugh, but she didn’t feel like she was lying. With fair smooth skin, long silken hair and a body resembling a dream, it was impossible to look at the elf and not feel disappointment.

“And I’m not like Gandalf”

“What do you mean? He’s a wizard and he’s an old man”

“Do not call me an old man” he begged with a heartbroken face, but she only laughed harder.

He smiled at her giddy expression, putting her hair behind her ear before making her head rest on his chest. MC thought he would play the movie again, but he didn’t move.

“Aren’t Gandalf and Galadriel just friends, anyway? I don’t want to be just friends with you, MC”

“He’s in love with her, though”

“Is he?”

“Are you serious? Look at her!”

“I don’t want to look at her, I want to look at you!” he laughed, sneaking his hand under her shirt and caressing her back. She thought of rejecting his touch, but with the way he was keeping her so close, that would’ve been a stupid decision. At the same time, his words made her heart beat ridiculously faster. “I don’t want to be Aragorn and date Arwen and I don’t want to be Gandalf and be in love with Galadriel. I want to be me, being in love with you and dating you. And no one is going to take that away from me, not even you”

Her throat closed again and her vision became blurry. How could she even answer that?

“Your tastes are messed up” she finally said in a wobbly voice.

“Your perception is messed up” he refuted, pushing her away to dry the tears and kiss the corner of her eyes, then her cheeks, the tip of her nose and, finally, her lips. “Let’s turn off the movie, I have something much better to look at tonight”

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[devildomwriter]

Can I Be Your Gentleman? | Mephistopheles x Reader

1.1K | GN! Reader | CW: reader described as beautiful

Mephistopheles took a sip of his coffee as he watched the customers in Café Lament. He was there to investigate any rumors for the gossip article in the RAD newspaper. He preferred writing articles solely rooted in the truth but things were a tad slow lately.

Mephistopheles noticed you out of the corner of his eye and perked up. Wherever you went drama was sure to follow. Not because of you but because your general existence invited powerful demons and chaotic happenings. He grinned, excited to see what would happen and he took out his notepad and pen.

You waited on the couch by the window for a long time, excitedly waiting. After a while he observed the joy fade from your face as you got a text on your phone. His brow furrowed in worry as you hung your head with a crestfallen expression.

He watched you for a moment and glanced around to make sure no one else was watching before he set down his drink and walked over to you to make sure you were alright.

“___,” he greeted stiffly.

“Oh. Hey Mephisto…” you said sullenly and he frowned.

“I couldn’t help but notice your grim expression,” he noted and you nodded, resting your chin in your hands.

“Uh-huh…” you replied and he tilted his head curiously.

Mephistopheles straightened out his coat and sat down on the couch next to you. He set his cane aside and focused his attention on you. “So, tell me what happened?” He prodded.

You sighed, “Looking for another scoop?”

He was taken aback, a little offended, even though that was originally exactly why he’d approached you. “Hardly. I’ve only come to see why Lord Diavolo’s favorite human is in such a sour mood.”

“Gee thanks,” you mumbled and looked away from him.

Mephistopheles frowned and cleared his throat, realizing he needed a more genuine approach. He awkwardly tried to reach out to you but decided against it and retracted his hand.

“What…what I mean to say is…how can I help you?”

You looked back at him, a little confused. It wasn’t like him to offer his help without something in return. “You can go back in time and tell me not to date that asshole,” you said bitterly and he looked surprised.

“I’m afraid that’s not something I can do…probably… but…” he paused and decided he’d listen to whatever you needed to say. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You looked teary-eyed and Mephistopheles pulled out his handkerchief and looked around. He got to his feet and helped you to yours. He motioned to a staff member and took you to a back room where you could privately let out your emotions.

“Thanks,” you said sadly and he wiped your tears with his handkerchief. “Why did I ever give it a shot…I didn’t think it’d last but…I hoped…we’d have a fun time at least and then maybe…” you stopped talking to prevent further upset and he placed his hand on your back and scooted his chair closer to yours.

“A winter fling, then?” He questioned and you shrugged.

“I dunno…I just thought…actually…I don’t know what I was thinking,” you whimpered and he pulled you into his side.

Mephistopheles’s face flushed, he wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt so protective. He cleared his throat to buy himself time to find the right words. “I see…well…I am a demon, so…would you like me to do something about this?”

You paused, giving it genuine thought. “Maybe…but not right now, I’m not thinking clearly.”

Mephistopheles nodded, approving of your decision. “Very smart, ___. If your ex can’t see that then they’re a most foolish human indeed.”

You chuckled at his eloquent manner of speech and nodded, “Yeah, you’re right. Ugh…honestly though…” you frowned. “Who dumps someone right before Valentine’s?”

Mephistopheles was startled, he’d completely forgotten about the human holiday. No wonder the brothers had scrambled to give you chocolates, no wonder you were so upset, no wonder you were dressed so beautifully…he blushed at his last train of thought.

You were beautiful no doubt. He looked away and removed his hand from around you to gently hold your hand.

You looked up at him, surprised by his increasingly genuine actions.

“Well, I suppose that means you’re free for the holidays then?” He asked and you nodded glumly.

He got to his feet and outstretched his hand to you with a nervous but serious grin, “In that case, ___, would you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you as your date this Valentine’s?”

You blushed more deeply than him as he tried to remain serious and unflustered. Mephistopheles was a major step up from anyone you’d dated in the past, but not only that, for once he was being himself around you because he cared enough to be more vulnerable. That touched your heart and you grinned and wiped away the last of your tears.

You took his hand and nodded, “I’d love that.”

Mephistopheles cleared his throat again and straightened his coat. “Right. Excellent. Then tomorrow? I’ll have the limousine pick you up at 5:00.”

“A limousine? Awesome!” You exclaimed and he looked confused for a moment before remembering you weren’t anywhere near as wealthy as him.

“Yes. I know exactly where to take you, but I want it to be a surprise,” he said. In truth, he had no clue and would spend the day agonizing over the perfect location. “I’ll send you the proper attire by 4:00, that should be enough time to prepare, right?” He asked.

You were suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed, but more than that you were excited. You nodded, “Yes! Yes, I can’t wait!” You beamed and hugged Mephistopheles tightly.

Unused to this kind of attention, Mephistopheles stiffened and slowly patted your back as he looked away to avoid you noticing his reddening blush.

“Thank you so much Mephistopheles, you really can be the perfect gentleman.” You blurted out and Mephistopheles arched one brow.

“Hm?” He asked as he analyzed your words.

You gave him another squeeze hoping he’d not pay attention to your slip of the tongue. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, text me okay?” You grinned and he nodded and opened the door of the back room for you.

The staff were quick to see the big difference a few minutes together had had on you. Once crestfallen, you now radiated excitement and they were left to speculate why.

It didn’t take long for rumor to spread about what had happened in the back room and Mephistopheles was quick to shut it down so as not to sour the beginning of what would be a beautiful relationship.

[paymechildsupport]

Redeemed!Bully!Satoru Gojo x AMAB!Reader // "Gonna give you a Real Reason to Cry.."

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-He was a huge fucking asshole to you and he knows it, -- now he'll do anything to make things right again, -- and he means anything.

(I will die on the "Gojo shows heavy signs of autism" hill and I will defend it with my life)

-!! CW: Themes of bullying, harassment, -- ANGST, --> to hurt + comfort --> to smut

-!! Slight dacryphilia ; mention of overstim ; semi-public --> pretty public sex ; body worship

-!! Reader is implied [AMAB] --> having male genetalia, but of course you may use your own creative freedom for it to fit your pref. better (ex. strap- on, dildo(?), etc).

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Satoru has always been the cocky type: instinctively putting himself on a pedestal above everyone 

His days at Jujutsu Tech were when the golden snowy haired blue eyed little brat excelled, his easy victories and impressive fights gassing his ego up to astronomical levels 

Of course, it gets quite lonely at the top; no one could understand Satoru, no one could understand why he was the way he was— why he was so discontent at the very top. He was so untouchable he was unable to properly keep in touch with his humanity— his humility— both figuratively and literally with that damned infinity of his 

Then he met you, Second Year of Jujutsu Tech, and the first time in his life where Satoru felt threatened.  It was as if you could see right into his soul,— you saw him, you understood him,— and you absolutely terrified him. You were the only person who could genuinely touch him, touch his heart— his mind, and empathize with the all powerful sorcerer. For the first time, Satoru felt vulnerable 

You were dangerous, powerful, the fact you could somehow be up to par with the mindset of such a divine being like him meant you were compitetion. A rival. You could take everything away from Satoru; his distance from society, the ‘strongest’ facade he put up,— his place as the “strongest” entirely. Without that, Satoru had nothing— if you somehow surpassed him, he’d have nothing, he’d be nothing. There was only one solution in Satoru’s mind: you needed to be stopped, he had to beat you, at any cost. 

How dare you be so cocky, so arrogant: asking him if he was ‘alright’ or if he needed someone to ‘talk to’. How dare you mock him like that. Shame on you, for telling him it was okay to show his emotions, to be openly vulnerable. He saw right through your guise, — he knew you only meant harm. He was not to be so easily fooled by your charms. You were a stuck up pain in the ass, trying to get him vulnerable all so you could swoop in and attack. You thought you were so strong, huh? You thought you were sooo much better than him? He oughtta remind you of your place, he ought to re-establish himself as the “Strongest”, show you that you weren’t all that hot shit you claimed to be. 

And he did just that: every little mistake,— every lil’ slip up,— every lil’ wrong step or wrong word and he’d be on you in an instant. He was unreasonably cruel, berating and belittling,— telling you how “worthless” you were or how “absolute shit of a sorcerer” you were. He tormented you for the next two years, reminding you of exactly where you belong,— gravel, beneath his feet. And like gravel, he’d stomp and tread on you, spit and swear at you,— treat you like the tiny, insignificant thing you were. Think you’re hot shit for sympathizing with him? Satoru would make you regret the day you ever got the gual to walk up to him and ask about his “feelings”

But you’d just smile; after all that,— all those insults and snide remarks, the cruel words and name- calling, you’d just sit there and take it. And you had the audacity to fucking smile at him, to pretend to be patient and ‘understanding’. It made Satoru sick to his stomach,— the higher ups and teachers wouldn’t do shit. They’d never do anything to somehow anger the all powerful Satoru Gojo— no one would ever help you. You were all alone… and fucking still… you just looked at him with that STUPID. FUCKING. KINDNESS that choked his heart every. Single. Time. In your eyes. 

He was going to fucking ruin you. By the time he was done, Satoru would make sure you’d be valued as less than the dog shit beneath his boot. He’d double down on his belittlements,— why wasn’t that working? He’d just insult you more,— tell you how damn horrifying you were how horrid you were to look at with the way you made his heart want to beat out of his chest and his face heat up, his entire body shaking, craving your attention like a drug,— what the actual SHIT was going ON?! Fine then, he’d just compare himself to you more: shame you for how you barely made it out alive scrapping with the dozen curses Satoru easily slaughtered with a flick of his fingers. You were a dead man, you hear him? A gorgeous fucking drop dead fleshblag of a— 

Wait… we’re those.. tears? Were you crying? … no, nonononono no no… why were you crying? No, it shouldn’t have happened like this… no no no no no no, NO! Look at him goddamnit, say something. Don’t just stare up at him with those… defeated, teary eyes,— lip quivering, face flush, body racking with silent sobs… fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Those tears fucking ended him— Satoru couldn’t bear to see you cry.. couldn’t bear with the idea that he was the thing to make you cry. It felt like his heart, which always in the end belonged wholly and solely to you,— was ripped from his chest, squeezed and shattered. He reached out to wipe those god awful tears from your face, only for you to flinch, flinch from him. 

You had looked right through into his heart: his ugly, worm eaten heart, and coveted it with such reverence, even when it bared its teeth, snarling and biting your flesh. And what could Satoru do in return when presented so lovingly to your heart? He killed it. Shattered it. Chocked it,— blew it up into oblivion. 

Now, there really was an infinity of space between the two of you, and Satoru felt alone, truly alone,— because with you he was never really alone, not like now. Not when he so ferociously chased you away. 

You’d given everything to Satoru, and he fucked shit up. Now, with you pushed away, with Satoru the most distant he’s ever been from humanity,— now: he as willing to do anything to fix it— to mend your heart. He’d do anything,

... ANYTHING. 

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Now as an adult, and as a teacher at Jujutsu Tech himself, Satoru is grown. Matured. 

Every night he’d visit you, and just about every night he’d be rejected. 

But on those few nights you did let him in, seeing the pitiful look in his eyes, the slight quiver in his lip, the ever so slight glisten of a tear— he was totally and completely yours. Like a sad puppy, he’d just sit there at your feet, whimpering, uttering apology after apology, each and every one from the heart 

He’d offer to provide for you: buying lavish things and offering the finest dinners. But, you weren’t one to be bought out— which you told firmly to Satoru, who’d then instead offer to cook for you, clean for you,— love and praise you. Breathlessly whispering everytime you stole the air from his lungs how handsome you were,— how beautiful,— how absolutely ethereal you were,— even with the scars you’d had acquired from your years in sorcery. Something he’d shame you for in the past, tell you how they showed your weaknesses, the same man only a year later on his knees for to worship 

The nights would become more frequent, and soon every time the sun would descend and fall from the sky, Satoru would come pawing at your door. 

He’d get down on his hands and knees, crawling to you, like some kind of dog,— his legs shaking like a pathetic mutt’s. The so called “Strongest” sorcerer would sink to his knees and grovel, beg for your forgiveness,—  for even the tiniest minuscule fraction of your time, for you to just look at him,— look him in the eyes, pay attention to him. You wouldn’t even need to touch him, Satoru would begin to sob, crying as tears streaked down his pale cheeks. 

He's naked, completely bear and vulnerable in front of you,— physically unable to seperate himself even if he wanted to, his infinity weak. You owned him, the cockiest, most powerful and revered sorcerer a messy,  sniffling wreck at your feet. Sometimes he’d come in bloody, the guts of his enemies still dripping from his snowhite face. Bloodstained hands trail up your body, wet lips placing the gentlest of kisses up your thighs. His big, beefy arms wrapped around your waist, head in your lap, mouth tracing and kissing wherever you’d allow him. 

Only when he’s fully submitted, laying himself  completely vulnerable before you,— physically and emotionally, would you finally touch him,— take him. 

Just like all the way back when,— you’d give him a reason to cry: bending him over your kitchen counter, the dining room table, the fucking balcony of his apartment— you’d bury yourself deep inside, rolling hips filling him up with your seed,— relishing in his breathy whines and whore-ish moans: 

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“G-gah-! Ngh-!.. b-baby— what if they s-..see us??!” Satoru groaned, back arching like a porn star while you continue to hit him from behind. 

“G-good… le-let them.-“ you ground out, struggling to pound into him with the way Satoru’s ass clenches desperately around your cock, “f..-fuck ‘Toru, — yer’so tight-! Aha.. -ha-.. relax.” 

“M’ sorry-! Ya just feel… so-so ..good! MMM~! Yeah, just like th..-that-!! G-god..- I can feel you baby! So good, so good!!—“ 

You choke him off, grabbing his legs and forcefully spreading his plush ass cheeks, drilling into the new opening with a renounced vigor. 

Satoru fucking squels, hands flying forward onto the balcony railing. You bend him forwards, sending his front off the side entirely, cackling at the way his perfect, naked body shakes violently from the cold. You’re still halfway dressed, a button up concealing your chest and a tie to keep yourself professional. 

“Mmm..- don’t like the cold?” You coo, relishing in the way he clenched harder around you, desperately trying to milk your cock for additional heat. “Louder. ‘Taro. Let them hear, let them all see you absolutely whoring yourself out,— let them see how pathetic you look around my cock—“ 

He whines pathetically, having already came twice before while inside, overstimulation on the horizon

You snake an arm around his torso, propping him up more, fingers gliding over his muscular chest.

He screams when you squeeze his nipple, the cold biting the stub solid. You chuckle,— always loving how sensitive he was around his chest area,

“Good boy, look at you,— taking my cock so well~ what a beautiful sight for the neighbors you are, so pretty, face already looking so dumbed by my dick” 

Satoru moans, ass bucking against your pelvis as you pinch his nipple again. He’s beyond words at this point, having fully lost all sense of self a while ago. He looks every bit the fucked out little whore he was,— your pretty lil’ boy toy. You snicker, starting your thrusts up again, knowing you coming in his ass would bring him back down more than anything

Not missing the way his hardened cock started leaking again, him half-mindedly humping the air, you take him on your fist, suddenly jerking him back to his body. 

He tenses so hard you’re surprised his muscles don’t snap entirely. You pump his cock mercilessly, hungrily awaiting that wave of white cum. Satoru releases with a scream, bending over the railing. 

“Fuck, ‘Toru, that might be your biggest load yet” 

He heaves, sobbing as his dick twitches painfully, the last of the warm liquid pooling onto the balcony floor. You come near after, filling him full of your seed. 

You look down, admiring your work; Satoru panting like a dog, eyes rolled back so far he was seeing heaven. He takes shuddering breaths, accidentally skipping a beat when you pull out, cum dripping out of his ass. You keep him upright, lest he fall head first over the balcony railing. 

You bend down, placing a gentle kiss onto his neck, licking the sheen later of sweat accumulated on his skin, savoring the salty taste. 

You take satisfaction in knowing only you can reduce Satoru to such a state,— not even his torment from your student years putting you in such a pathetic position. 

You’d given him a perfectly good reason to cry. 

And you weren't even done yet,

“You wanna pay me back from how you treated me like shit in high school, yeah?”

Satoru nods vigorously, unable to really do anything else, and you chuckle, 

“Good boy, I’m not remotely done with you yet…” 

.

The arousal mixed with pure fear in his eyes is enough to have your cock hardening again. 

—————--- ☆。*。☆。

[A/N]: Istg Gojo is so fun to write for he's my favorite blue eyed king

I absolutely ADORE how @yunymphs writes Gojo, ONGGGGGG HOLY JAJAHSHHSHHS had me FERAL reading that smut between Gojo and a crying reader and it inspired me to write this so thank you so much for the yummy food, @yunymphs !! <33

[leggerefiore]

if you’re in the mood, spare some volo wins au x reader thoughts? <3

uhhh why not

cw: Volo being Volo, bad ending, unhealthy relationships, Volo is basically yandere honestly, dark content

pairing: Volo/Reader

📜Volo💫

⭐️ Really, in the end, how he ends up winning and who his interest is plays a major role in quite a few things. But, truthfully, Volo's interest is hard to truly capture and being someone he views as both a direct threat and asset is truly the easiest way. In those final moments before he gains everything he has ever desired, he would admit to being in the throes of a madness. To be so close to what he wanted, he would threaten just about anyone to ensure what he wants. So, unfortunately, you had your life threatened. Not that it was ever really his goal to kill you – No, that was the furthest possible thing he wanted. You were just the source of many conflicting emotions within him. But, in the moment that he brought Arceus to its knees and usurped its place in the world – He felt his madness and mania blend into some horrible esoteric knowledge that might have brought more uninclined minds to certain extinction.

⭐️ His goals – He understands it was far beyond what anyone comprehend. To erase everything as it were – You, the world that you knew, and pokemon – And rebirth this world into one that he found more suitable. All the heartache and cruelness he had witnessed; the elimination and destruction of his people and the ire of those around him for being an outsider. He both wanted to bring the world to its knees and make a place where peace markedly reigned. A peace that he would shape with his own hands. Arceus was nothing but a decent thought as he stood above the very world he had destroyed and recreated in an instant. You laid before him, unconscious and blissfully unaware. He stood with you on a platform far above the peak of Mount Coronet, where the region under you both was reduced to blind worship of him and nothing of the bloodshed and conflict that previously echoed out.

⭐️ When you awoke, you gazed in shock at the changes that had overcome the blond you had thought you knew. Long hair streamed down almost like liquid gold, while grey eyes held a certain verdant and crimson colouring within a glow. A bright halo of a familiar ring stood out behind his back. Whatever humanity the already ethereal man held was cast out. You truly felt the weight of your failure on your shoulders. Arceus had tasked you with stopping him. Your stomach twisted as he brought you up to your feet with an unknown force. His hand grasped your chin. That madness still swirled in those eyes, only marred with the unspeakable power that he had gained. “... Well, chosen one?” His tone was mocked. You could only swallow dryly.

⭐️ In truth, you are his chosen one – Quite above everyone else that existed in this twisted world, but still leagues beneath Volo. Your only place was at his side, and he despised having you wander too far from him. There was some irrational fear in him, partly of you somehow gaining the power to overthrow him, even if he knew that was impossible. However, even worse was the thought that you might dare give your attention to someone unworthy of it. Which, to him, was everyone but him. The only company outside of him that you were allowed was Cogita, who was nearly as mortified as you were by what Volo had done. Except, she had partially expected it. If you admitted to loneliness, he would sigh and attempt to mend it with pokemon. There was little interest from him in allowing you to talk with other human beings.

⭐️ His love is a toxic, burning one. It is all-consuming. He expects your attention to entirely be on him. There is a demand for you to both worship him and hold genuine love for him. In this world he created, it was you alone who could recall him as a human – Only you knew of that side of him. In attempting to make his perfect world, he only ended up isolating himself further. But, he failed to deign that with any true care. None of that mattered when he had you all to himself. Once more, just as in Hisui, you were isolated. Like him. The loneliness and desperation would see you in his arms willingly as it had before. His feelings are genuine, unfortunately, but his love was never going to be a kind one. At least now, he can give you whatever you so desire – and he will. Anything you even merely think about wanting will likely be given to you in order to keep you happy.

⭐️ In the end, he is truly some kind of terrifying, authoritarian god with many complexes that still eat at him even in his position. Most of the people of this twisted world he calls a paradise are barely resemblances of people from the old world. Or perhaps that truly is just the separation between you and them. Pokemon exist, but they seem much unlike the terrifying beasts of Hisui and more like barely sentient beings. Solely those pokemon he wielded were anything of note – Worshipped as pieces of him. Giratina, too, had its own place chief among them. It is a hollow live, but there was nothing anyone could do to change it… Unless there was?

[reptileyan]

Transferrable Skills (naga x reader)

For Anyshiptober 🎃

Cw: breeding, dubcon, intox via venom, being shoved underwater, brief vomiting, bitching back and forth. I love this stupid naga he's a weird little obnoxious cunt

You do not like snakes, and you like them much less than usual today. Running isn't fun, it hurts and makes you louder, and you should have never tried to better yourself by hiking like some kind of nature loving idiot. Most people who love nature are smart and pack well and can read maps and research for warnings and this results in them surviving. Most hippies succeed in self betterment, and don't get hunted down by snakes that speak human language. You can decide whether or not this really happened later.

The quickmud is very inconvenient, and reminds you of that time you nearly died as a kid. You certainly haven't gotten any brighter, just less optimistic.

The snake is much bigger than you, hurriedly slithering up to the edge of the quickmud. It can smile very wide. Good contender for the villian of a children's movie, back when they were hot and interesting and irredeemable.

It preens before deigning to speak to you. You want to say shit that would get you cancelled on a snake version of the internet, as soon as you can think of anything that isn't a plea for help or screaming. It speaks with a drawl.

"Hi."

You sink another inch.

"Hi."

You fucking hate nature and you love concrete so much. What you wouldn't give for an Arby's parking lot.

It coils up and waits.

You don't like strategy games. You like naps. This is very far from napping. You sink a few more inches and develop an interest in playing along.

"You gonna let me drown?"

It smiles. Naga. Not a snake. Sort of a snake, but they're called Naga if they're this big and sentient. Very useful information.

"Yeah, probably."

"Cunt."

It spits when it laughs, coiling up on itself as its eyes water. You would be endeared were it not letting you die in mud.

It rubs its eyes. Its smile seems genuine, if condescending.

"You're funny!"

You hate. It. Here. You are going to stage a coup at whatever corporation has a lot of bulldozers, and then you will personally bulldoze every forest. You'll live in domes with fake air and fake everything and it'll be amazing.

"Yeah. I get that a lot. From children. Babies. Five year olds. Who think swear words are funny."

It studies you, sighing after the laughter leaves. It has soft, chubby cheeks. It looks huggable, not sleek and vicious. Cool. Fascinating. Your last thought is gonna be about snake lust.

"You have children?"

"No-can we have this conversation somewhere else?"

It has a stupid face, with stupid markings, moons and planets and freckle constellations, gold scales interrupting the cerulean. Its grin is back.

"Nope! I'm comfy here."

"Happy for you. Wouldn't want you to be uncomfy."

"Me either!" Chipper fucking bitch. "You were saying, about babies?"

You draw out your words. "Theeee otheeeer huuuumansssss payyyyy meeeeee-" you sink a bit and become more interested in hurrying "to babysit their kids sometimes a lot so they can do drugs will you PLEASE get me-"

"So you're useful!"

"Yeah, I bet that's a novel concept. Get me out."

It tilts its head. "What's a drug?"

You are unlocking new emotions that have no name, so you give them names. Rage two. Fear five. "You'll never know if i drown."

"Eh, there are other humans."

You blink. Then faceplant in the mud.

And just like that you're dragged ashore, into a nearby river, your face aggressively dunked into the water. It hisses and spits, eventually managing words.

"That mud is TOXIC, if you swallow too much you can DIE-what's wrong with you?!?! The other humans never get near here because it's a death trap-"

You cough, and vomit, and swipe deliriously up at it. "Are snake bitches scarce around here or something? Gotta resort to stray humans?"

You're shoved underwater, pinching at it until it pulls you back up, vomiting more river sludge and water. The hissing resumes as you're carried back to its den, deep underground, beneath walls you could never climb unassisted. You're stripped of your clothes and shoved into a hot spring, the reason the cave is so warm-it's huge, multiple chambers flow into each other.

"You said you were useful."

"I said I was useful to the humans who paid me, and then I elected to eat mud because i was bored of drowning."

It takes a deep breath. Lets it out slowly. "Do you remember why you were useful?"

"The mud tasted bad."

"You. Are. Useful. Because of this." It points at your tits. "And this." It flicks your cunt, hard. You yelp, draw back. It continues.

"Naga are rare."

"Aw man."

It grits its teeth. "I have no mate."

"Wonder why, you are so charming."

You dodge under the water, and manage to avoid the first strike. The second lands, and you're pulled ashore, the rocks scraping at you until you're held in the air.

"I want a mate. You know how to care for children."

"Human ones. Human. Do you know how biology-"

"No, I'm stupid. Of course I know there are differences, but you'll figure it out, because you have to."

"Great. So where are the kids?"

It looks at your eyes, squints, then bursts out laughing. "Guess I'm gonna roll the dice on having dumbasses like you. It's almost cute."

"I'm adorable." You pose in midair.

"You're crazy."

You nod solemnly. "Babies where?"

It carries you to a soft pile of... discarded clothing, leaves, blankets. "Humans leave shit behind."

"You're defo gonna eat me, huh?"

"Nah."

It grabs your head, tilts your neck, and bites. You feel floaty. Tired. Needy. You reach for the pretty, weird thing in front of you.

"Was-i-i wanna. Wanna nap ummm-oh hi! Like your colors!"

It rubs its snout against you. "That's better. Dummy. Thanks for getting lost. You've been super ungrateful though, i saved your life and you didn't even say thank you."

Your eyes tear up. "Mm sorry! That's not nice."

It nods and pulls you close, rolling onto its back. "I know baby, you were very mean."

Tears start to fall down your cheeks. "Din mean it, mm sorry, pretty, like you."

"That's good to hear. Don't tell yourself, but I like you too. Cute little squishy human. Well-fed like me."

You wiggle slightly and nod in agreement. "Mm squishy. Like you. Good?"

It pets your cheek, down your chest and stomach, weighing your belly in its hands. "Mmmhm. You know why?"

You think really hard. "Pillow?"

"No sweetheart. Although i'll take it under consideration. You're perfect for what I need, you'll be so cozy for my babies. You're gonna be their mommy and keep them safe growing in your fat little tummy, how does that sound?"

You brighten. "Good! Like babies! Cute an take care em. Even when they bite n throw up."

"Good little mama."

It rubs you against its bulging slit, groaning as its cock slips out and starts to force into you. You whine and squirm, but you want to be good! You want to have the babies it promised!

You make enough noise that it starts to worry. "Hey, if it's too much you gotta-"

You shriek as he starts to lift you off. "NO! No, want more, in please, want to be full, babies, yours, all warm!"

"Oh." It flushes, bright red, beautiful under the markings. You plant a messy kiss on its snout. "Mwah. Babies now. An harder please, so big, ss nice, better than toys."

It doesn't know what to say. It hugs you, tight, tearing up. "Thank you."

You nod sagely. "Im very good responsible. With babies. An kissing. An you're cute. I like funny evil reptiles. Even if you're nice, like some kinda loser. Fuck me now please."

You are lifted up and slammed down, your new mate wide-eyed as it watches you take and take and take, only complaining and screaming a bit about how big it is, and pouting when it slows. You're flooded with cum, head back, digging your nails in, finally telling it thank you.

You fall asleep full of cum, its flare lodged securely inside of you. You insisted, just in case. You like being full, you want its babies.

It's happy to give you what you want, drowsy and warm. You were watched from the moment you entered the forest. You were never in any danger, from drowning or anything else. Dumbass human. You look beautiful full. You'll be mad as hell when you wake up, simultaneously thrilled to discover your fate, to be a beloved mate and toy and baby mama.

[wystiix]

"just take it slow, and move your feet to the beat."

❥ pairing: furina x gn!reader ❥ synopsis: So it's all finally over, Furina was free from the restraints of the curse and now she could live as a normal human being. Oh, but oh shit! What is it like to live as a human? A very strange concept to grasp indeed. ❥ cw: post-archon quest spoilers (fontaine), angst, first fic so it may be a bit ew but anyways ❥ additional tags: second pov perspective, reader is not traveler ❥ word count: 2.7k ❥ notes: remind me to NEVER write again because what the shit why is this so long. but yeah anyways my first fic woohoo 🗣️🗣️ i jsut want to get this out of my drafts like please this has been bugging me I HAVE SCHOOL TOO OMLKSDJSAJ. also this is kinda based off my last relationship cuz like my ex pushed me away and allat yk (i'm praying to god they don't see this). but ye reader is kinda a bitch like towards the end btw. i wrote this mainly in a romantic perspective, but this can also be interpreted as platonic!! yahoo enjoy <33

Humans are complex beings.

Tapestries of contradictions, thoughts and emotions, all woven together into the fabric of mere existence. They can wear masks, putting them on as a display for the appeal of others. Other times, they put on a mask to deceive—making others believe they are something that they are not. Perhaps if they fake it just a little more to an extent, even the divine could be fooled.

People may do it to gain approval. Others may do it for self-satisfaction. Whatever their reason, they have the choice to remove their mask at any point.

Furina, on the other hand, had to put on that facade for five hundred years. All that, in order to fool the Heavenly Principles and to free Fontaine from its prophecy.

In that, she succeeded.

Ever since Focalors’ execution, she was freed from the curse that had been laid upon her for centuries. The restraints and pressure to conform to the public persona she had put on to please the citizens of Fontaine. That, of course, meant that she could finally live her life. Not as an Archon, but as a normal human being.

But how does one conform to the reality of human existence? Especially since she’d been in the guise of a god her entire life?

Furina was so used to presenting herself as a performer for so long that the experiences of mortals and her identity have been fractured and completely out of reach. She couldn’t even begin to grasp the nuances of mundane human interactions. Usually, she’d sit around, observing the humans– people around her. 

Differences flurried.

Some faces radiated with joy and their laughter could be heard like a choir of tinkling bells in the air. Others wept, perhaps even grieving, in the arms of their loved ones. Arguments erupted in one corner, and people’s raised voices could be heard.

Different faces and different emotions, all in one area. Very common human experiences—they all acted differently too.

As she continued to observe, it was apparent that they all had something quite similar: they all seemed genuine and had someone there to stick with them. If one person cracked a joke, they had someone to laugh with. If they were crying, they had someone’s shoulder to cry on.

Amidst all, the realisation struck her. It was painfully clear and it was being shoved right at her face. There was something they possessed that Furina herself lacked: authenticity.

Everything she did for the past five hundred years was an act. And she did it alone.

Sure, she was well-known throughout Fontaine—she did make sure to flaunt herself with a sprinkle of dramatic flair to protect her title as an “Archon” of the nation and to be seen as capable. She also had assistance from her Iudex, Neuvillette, working closely with him.

Other than that, she never had many friends throughout her life. She was lonely. Now that she wasn’t an “Archon” anymore, she felt she wasn’t needed. It was like she was going to get discarded now that she wasn’t making that false claim anymore.

That was until she met you.

You were but a passerby, strolling through the city, when the sound of soft sniffles caught your attention. Your footsteps led you outside the Opera Epiclese. There by the fountain, you caught a glimpse of Furina’s figure hunched over, her tears glistening in the faint light of dusk. The evening air was thick as you observed her from a distance. You hesitated, not wanting to intrude on her in her sorrowful and seemingly private state. Oh, but your empath instincts were acting up. Something urged you forward.

You took one step. Then another. And another. Until you found yourself standing before her, just a few feet away to keep a distance, each movement being out of impulse. Was your body on auto-pilot, perhaps? It wasn’t until—

“Lady Furina, is everything alright?” you asked gently.

Furina looked up at the sound of your voice, a little startled. Shit, was she not crying silently enough? In an attempt to mask the redness in her eyes, she quickly wiped her tears away and straightened up to her usual composed demeanour. Her crying was not a pretty sight, and she definitely did not want a passerby to see her in this state.

“I’m perfectly fine,” she lied in between sniffles, her voice wavering despite the attempt to appear nonchalant.

You stared at her. “Uhm, you sure? Your eyes seem all… puffy.”

Furina blinked, caught off-guard by your simple observation. “Puffy?” she echoed. She glanced down at the water fountain to examine her face.

While she was aware of the fact that she was not blessed enough to be a pretty crier, she may have underestimated how ugly crying actually was, because sweet Celestia she looked like she’d been stung by twenty angry bees. Her eyes were not only puffed up as you have mentioned, but her dark circles were more prominent, and her cheeks appeared inflamed and swollen.

“It’s nothing!” she insisted, waving her hand dismissively. Though, her gaze faltered as she glanced away from you.

You weren’t convinced. “It doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“But it is nothing. It’s not like I’m crying. I’m just…” she trailed off, unable to form a proper sentence. “Just… don’t look at me like this. I’m not particularly at my best look as of right now, and I’d hate to display myself openly to a citizen. It’s humiliating.”

The air was thick with shrouded silence, and her closed-off body language indicated her hesitance to continue this awkward conversation. 

“Hey, I don't know if this means much hearing from a citizen as you call it,” you said. “But it's okay to cry. I'm not going to judge you for it.”

Furina blinked at you, her tears still cascading down her cheeks.

You shifted awkwardly in your spot, attempting to stand straight. “I may be a stranger and all, but I consider myself a good listener,” you professed, before briefly rubbing the back of your neck. “Then again, you don't have to talk about it if you're not keen to. I apologise for intruding. I could always go—”

“No, actually, uhm,” she cleared her throat. “I could use some company. I suppose that I, Furina, shall grant you the honour to grace you with mine own presence. Sit with me, dearest commoner.”

She patted the empty spot next to her, and you complied.

“My apologies, it seems I haven't introduced myself properly. I'm [Name],” you say.

She nodded. “Furina. As you may have already known.”

And from that simple interaction alone, a newfound bond blossomed, akin to a beautiful rose that had just sprouted in a garden. That day, being the best throughout her whole five-hundred years of living, because she made the greatest decision ever—giving you a chance to sit with her and opening up to you, because then, she could also have the chance to be with you.

Furina had a mass amount of free time in her hands now that she was, well, free. And she was more than willing to do it all with you.

People like you were difficult to come by. You were attentive, open-minded, considerate and caring. Throughout your time with her, you’ve always adhered to her needs—from surfing with her, to purchasing her most-wanted item in her shopping list no matter how useless, to actually reading any book she recommended, to watching her direct a film. It was not like she could complain, you both thoroughly enjoyed each other's company.

Ah. Was this what she was missing out on throughout her whole life? She felt much calmer and… happier. She’d never known such a feeling, the fact that she was able to let her guard down around you, the warmth seeping through her entire being. Furina was starting to appreciate the little gestures, the little mundane experiences humans experienced through you.

Even so, a sense of doubt crept into her head, agonisingly swallowing her being little by little. There was a shitload of things she was capable of doing, she is the Furina who acted without any celestial or divine powers, which was beyond impressive. But when it came to relying on others, she was practically braindead and felt completely lost. Her first instinct was to isolate herself and push others away and you were no exception.

However, you stayed patient, trying to be the attentive and understanding person you were and listened intently.

“It’s like learning a new dance,” you would say as you stroked her hair, gently wiping her tears away. “You don’t aimlessly move around and expect to make a cohesive dance routine. It takes patience, taking baby steps and feeling the rhythm. Just take it slow, and move your feet to the beat.” You paused before adding, “I promise, I’ll always be here.”

She nodded, leaning into your touch. “And I promise to show you the same amount of affection you’ve given to me.”

One, two, three. Each basic step, slow and deliberate. Miss Furina had familiarised herself with performing arts, so it wasn’t a surprise that she was skilled in the area of dancing. This time, she was following your lead.

It almost made her feel bad that you'd be willing to do anything for her.

One, two, three.

However, like a rose in the garden, it was bound to die eventually. 

For your sake, she’d often mask whenever she felt any sort of negativity and play it off as something foolish. Hell, it felt foolish and idiotic. How dare she feel that way after the countless times you’ve reassured her?

One, two, three.

Whenever she felt out of sync and faltered, she would retreat immediately, often needing time alone by herself. You didn’t press further and would watch her isolate herself in her room. The rhythm was quite unfamiliar, but you shrugged it off. Perhaps it’d be something she’d get over and will be fixed eventually?

One, two, three.

That didn’t happen. It happened more and more often. The breaks occurred frequently, and Furina grew increasingly distant from you. The promise you bestowed grew emptier and emptier each passing day. 

One, two, three.

But she is trying her best. She really is. It’s been hard.

One, two, three.

“Hey, I’m not going to do anything. Just take it slow, breathe. Take a deep breath in… and out.”

One, two, three.

It had been months, almost a year now. You felt as though you were the one shouldering the burden of this relationship, leaving you utterly drained.

One, two, three.

The metronome ticked. The rhythm was far too unfamiliar for you.

One, two, three.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Furina looked at you as you stood by her door, confusion etching her features. “Pardon?”

You sighed heavily. “How long will this last? Do I not matter to you?”

“...What prompted this?”

“I'm not sure, maybe for the past few months you’ve been actively avoiding me and completely shutting down my efforts to help you?”

“No, [Name], it’s not that! You just don’t understand. I just… I just need some time—”

“Don’t understand what, exactly?” you snapped. “I'm trying my best to be patient with you, I really am but I can’t do that if every fucking thing is about you. I feel like I’m the only one trying to put effort into this, but you keep pushing me away. It’s like you don’t even fucking care. C'est exaspérant, I’m tired.”

Her lip trembled and she could feel the tears form in the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Shove it up your ass, Furina,” you place a hand on your forehead as if you were pushing back the impending headache that was forming. “I don’t want to hear it. How about instead of spouting empty apologies, you actually do something and try to put in some real effort, yeah?”

“But I am trying!” she protested.

"Sure you are. You don't even seem like you acknowledge the things I'm doing for you,” you retorted, trying to ignore the fat tear that rolled down her cheek. You averted your gaze away from her and got ready to leave. “I’ll just go.”

Furina’s heart dropped, more tears spilled from her eyes. She got up to grab your arm. “Wait, please. Don’t leave.”

You stood still, not turning your head towards her. “That’s new.”

“Huh?”

You jerked your arm away from her touch. “That’s new,” you repeated. “What happened to your ‘I want to be alone’s, hm?”

“Why are you asking such ridiculous questions?!” she croaked, almost sounding like a whine before shaking her head. “No, I won’t allow it! Stay with me for a little longer, please. Can we just talk about this later?”

“Give me one good reason why.”

“I’ll do better, I promise!” she pleaded. Archons it was hard to get her word across and think straight when her throat was practically constricting while she was fucking bawling in front of you, but her desperation palpable. She didn’t care if she looked ugly, she didn’t care if her eyes burned like hell. This was far more important.

“You’ve said that for the umpteenth time,” you take a deep breath to prevent yourself from exploding because this goddamn headache was not helping at all. “This isn’t the first time you promised that, you’ve been ‘promising’ that for almost a year. It’s losing its meaning and, if I’m being honest, I don’t believe it anymore.”

Furina couldn’t find the words to respond to that. The deafening silence enveloped the room shortly before you broke it with a sigh. “Yeah, I should get goi—” “I’m just afraid.”

The words hung heavy in the air, taking a while for you to process it. You wanted to ignore it but something was holding you back. “Afraid of what?”

“Afraid that I’ll end up pushing you away for good,” her voice was barely audible. “I don’t want to make things worse for you if I suddenly open up.”

“You know,” you shook your head, the frustration was bubbling up. “It’s actually ironic because that’s the problem. That’s exactly what you’re doing right now. You’re doing everything you can that pushes me away further than anything else ever could.”

She hated how she couldn’t deny it.

“So what now?” she sniffled, her tears flowing more freely. “You’re just going to walk away just like that?”

“I have to. You're exhausting.”

And you did. Those were the last words she heard from you before you walked out the door. You never entered it since.

One, two, three.

Promises are fragile things. In the end, they are merely just words. It's funny how words alone can shatter someone so easily.

Every day, Furina would sit by the same fountain where you met, hoping to catch the glimpse of your figure walking by. She would look into your favourite places and special spots where you used to hang out, hoping you'd at least be there and patch things up.

You never did, not even once did you come.

She could never do the same things she loved the same anymore, because it often reminded her of you. Each time, she’d envision your silhouette, leaving empty spaces in places where you would normally stand or sit next to her.

So here she was in this position again. The lonely vessel she always was since the day she was created for the sake of the prophecy. Was this her fate? Could she find any peace of mind at all?

“I shan’t sulk like this,” she scolded herself. “I am the Furina, for Archons’ sake! I know better than to further humiliate myself like this.”

She wiped away her tears and straightened up. Acting like this as if Teyvat just exploded over one person was pathetic.

Just take it slow, and move your feet to the beat, she recalls you saying.

There was still time to heal. You weren't there anymore, but she still had to keep pushing through it.

It’s like a dance.

That line still echoed in her head.

One, two, three. The metronome still ticked. She had to move on. 

Furina still danced. She still had to take it slowly, step by step. Eventually, she will regain her footing—just this time, alone.

[fullofbees]

Obey Me Brothers with an AroAce MC!

I know it's technically July 1st but shhhhhhhhh

CW: None!

»»----------► Reader is Gender Neutral

He would be the most nonchalant about it. When you first come out to him, he lifts his head from the desk, staring at you confused. You sweat, about to overexplain before he interrupts you with a question. 

“Will this affect our relationship as it exists now?”   You shake your head, “Of course not, I’m more than content.”  He nods, returning to the paperwork on his desk, the silence only broken by the scribbles of his pen. You remain in place, now the one staring in confusion.  When he notices you haven’t left, he raises his head, “Everything alright?”  “I’m just shocked. Most people have a few... follow-up questions.”  Lucifer shrugs, “Lust isn’t my department.” 

He would first ask a million questions trying to understand. It’s not that I don’t think Mammon couldn’t understand, I think it’s more that he genuinely does not care what you identify as, but he wants to learn about you so he’s going to pester you about it. So long as you remain his friend, and he gets to retain his bragging rights as your first demon, you’ll always be cool. 

You try to keep up as he drags you down the street.   “Mammon, why do I need to go the casino with you again?”  The demons rolls his eyes like you just asked the most ridiculous question in the world, “Pffft! You’re my lucky charm of course.”   “I am not playing the slots for you!”  You almost ram straight into his back when he abruptly stops.   “Don’t need ya to. I’ll be sure ta win with an ace up my sleeve!”   Now its your turn to roll your eyes, at least so you don’t have to look at his smug face. It’ll only encourage him. 

When you first explain your orientation to Levi, he is excited. You know Levi gets easily flustered when it comes to emotions, but he’s made great strides to let you see his vulnerability, so in the end you decided to show yours too. It still doesn’t mean you were expecting him to start on another anime ramble. 

“That makes so much sense!! I mean in My Whole Life I’ve Been a Cat but A Wizard Recently Made Me Human and Now I Have to Attend High School Where a Pack of Dogs Is Out to Get Me Because I’m The Adopted Daughter of Their Rival Gang Leader, the protagonist never receives a love interest! I totally thought they were retconning the manga when they had her turning down every declaration of love but her being aroace would fit the storyline so much better--” 

Already understands; you don’t even have to explain the terms to him. 

“Wait, you.. Know what I’m talking about?”  The demon glances up at you from his book, “That is what I just said.”  “Wha- from what- how?” You hate blathering incoherently, especially in front of Satan, but his reaction is not what you were expecting.  The demon raises his book so that you can see the cover, “Sherlock Holmes.”  You process the comical nature of this interaction before quipping back, “Yes, I suppose it is elementary.” 

Would probably go overboard in his support. Of course he means well, he’s just excited!! He goes out of his way to stay up-to-date on the tea news of the community; and honestly, he probably finds you the most obscure pride merch. 

“You should let me paint your nails the colors of the flag, hon!”  You stare down at your plain, dry nailbeds. They are definitely overdue some TLC.  “I don’t know if I want to be that on the nose about it...”  “Oh hush, I’ve never disappointed you before, have I?” He says with a giggle and a wink, “C’mon, chop chop! Off to my studio!”   “You mean your room?” You tease.  “Studiiiioo~”  

Finds out because he overheard you discussing the garlic bread and cake memes.  

“Aroace cake.... sound delicious, what’s in it?” The hungry demon asks just after his signature stomach growl.  “It’s not a real cake, Beel,” says Levi.  The poor demon’s face drops, now pouting as he looks down at his aching stomach.   “Beel, you okay?”  He dejectedly sulks out of the room and towards the kitchen, muttering to himself about the cake being a lie. 

I think Belphie would understand it to a startling degree. He has never had any serious relationships himself, finding that he already feels fulfilled with his friends and family. Perhaps you can help him explore this new revelation.  

“Mmm, it must be nice, actually. Less time wasted, more time for naps.”  “I never thought of it like that before... I should take more naps.”  He nods with a sleepy grin, patting the cushion next to him, “Who needs a thirst trap when you can have your first nap?” 

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A/N: Happy Pride Month from your fellow aroace author! Wishing you all the best <3

[bokunokamijirou]

SELF SABOTAGE // Denki Kaminari x reader

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synopsis: Denki is pushing everyone away post-war, reader won't let him :)

cw: sadness, hurt/comfort, depression, isolation

inspo: self-sabotage by waterparks!

Ring ring ring

Denki hears his phone buzz as he lifts his head from under the nice warm comforter. He had been sleeping a lot lately, more than usual. He picks up his phone and glances at the screen with half open eyes. It's you, his best friend and significant other.

He's hesitant to answer, but he does.

"Hey my love, are you almost ready for our date today?" your tone is hopeful over the phone. You two haven't gone out on your own in a while, and you miss him.

"Oh... about that..." his voice is groggy and lacking enthusiasm. You brace yourself.

"It's okay Denki, I understand." you try not to sound too disappointed. Your partner hadn't been around you much lately, and you were starting to worry.

At first, you thought maybe it was something you had done. Then, as the weeks went on, you noticed he was isolating from his friends too. Retreating into himself. He was lacking confidence, his usual charisma, and the smile he always wore.

When you ask him about it, he doesn't give you a real answer. He says he's tired.

But he's been 'tired' for a month and a half now.

"We don't have to go on a date, but can I come over? I miss your face." you practically beg.

"If you want, sure" he replies shortly. After you agree to go to his place, he covers himself in his blankets once again.

When you see him, you can't help but feel concerned immediately. His eyes were heavy and his face was pale. He looked exhausted. You think that maybe he was telling the truth, that he was just tired.

But, when you get closer, you see something else in those eyes. It's pain. It's anger. Sadness. You see the swirls of emotions turning through, paired with an emotionless face to hide it all away.

That's when it clicks for you; Denki Kaminari, human sunshine, is depressed. When the war first ended, you were all in shock. But Denki kept his usual jokes cracking where he could. He seemed alright - even when you asked him to make sure he was doing okay. You realize now that he was lying through his teeth.

"Denki..." you whisper as you crawl into bed next to him. You wrap an arm across his chest and face him, laying on your side as he lays on his back, eyes trained on the ceiling.

"Sorry it's kind of dark in here" he mutters.

You shake your head and look at his face. You examine each part of him, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek. "I don't mind the dark when it's with you."

He cracks a small smile, but it fades quickly. He breathes deeply and you feel his chest rise and fall beneath your arm.

"I love you Denki." you whisper to him, "and I don't care what it is you're carrying, you don't need to do it alone."

"Everything feels so heavy," he says after a beat of silence.

"It doesn't have to be heavy if you let me carry it with you." you smile slightly but keep your eyes locked on his.

"I'm sorry I'm such a mess" he sighs.

"Messes get cleaned up faster in groups, don't you think?" You smile again and close your eyes as you rest your chin against his chest.

"Why don't we call our friends up for a movie night? Being around them could be fun" you suggest.

"... can we make it a pajama party?" he asks, peaking at you from behind his heavy eyes.

"Of course, but you should probably shower first. Don't want them to do you dirty like you did Izuku" you start to giggle, and that breaks him in the best way. He smiles, his first genuine smile in weeks.

"I love you" he breathes.

"I love you more" you press a kiss to his nose.

"I love you most" he smiles again.

“We’ll be okay, I’ve got you” you whisper before pulling him in for a tight hug.

[moonlight-canavalia]

You're Human Too: Chapter.2 Devotion Pair: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader Summary: Your first time with Gojo. CW: Sex, P in V, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Fluff, Pussy Eating. Do not repost or translate my works. AO3

Who would’ve thought love would mean night-ins just creating a world for the both of you. Ignoring what happens outside and just focusing on yourselves. How home has become a pair of arms holding each other tightly not wanting to break the embrace. It’s still a strange wonderful feeling how familiar you two have always found one another. As if your souls have known each other in the past and have found each other again and again. Love has many meanings; it can be shown is so many different ways. By touch, a gift, words or something as simple as a genuine smile. Loving Satoru Gojo was different in the best way possible. Complicated as he can be it was an easy type of love. Built on years of friendship, lame jokes, teasing remarks, caring for one another. Just embracing one another's greatest achievements and faults.

Moments alone together are rare, but it’s important to remember you both have a right to steal a moment for yourselves. Even if fun means staying indoors with a movie and some take out.

The small date you both had planned for today had to be rescheduled, it seemed like the weather wasn’t in favor of your plans. Sudden showers were announced, so you both opted for a date in. Neither of you minded it, rain, food and cuddling while watching tv? That sounded like a perfect evening. That is until the silence was disturbed. Gojo wouldn’t stop pestering you , asking what was it you liked the most about him, what made you fall for him. “Come on just tell me why do you like me so much. What do you like about me” he asks dragging every word making them longer in an high pitched voice. Movie forgotten playing in the background, you sat on his lap facing him. Surprised by you he goes to speak and you immediately put a finger up to his lips. Raising an eyebrow at you he goes along with whatever you’re gonna do, grabbing you by your hips, he lowers himself more on the couch so you can sit comfortably on his lap. The way he’s smirking while looking at you makes your heartbeat accelerate a bit. How could it not? Gojo tends to have that effect on you. Intense gaze never letting up, ceaseless teasing on the daily and nonstop flirtatious remarks. But one thing was always present and it's his way of loving and caring for people. Words weren't always his strong suit, but his devotion is always there.

Mustering up some courage to spill a fraction of your feelings for the snow colored haired male; you can almost feel your heart clawing its way up your throat. You bring up your shaky hands to take off his his sunglasses and put them off to the side. Bright blue eyes staring back at you, you give him a genuine smile and he does the same. Lowering your face so your lips are hovering over his you whisper to him “I think the moon, the night sky, and all the stars in the universe are jealous of the galaxies you hold in your eyes alone. Here I am lucky enough to have them looking at me with so much devotion, so much care, so tenderly. I'm glad that between heaven and hell, we were lucky enough to find each other, here in the middle.” you finish sounding breathless.

Gojos hands tighten around your waist and for a moment you think it made him uncomfortable. Before you could say anything one of his hands is grabbing you by the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair. He's kissing you and it's robbing you of air. This kiss feels different compared to the others you two have shared. Every kiss has been indescribable but this one is all consuming leaving your senses revitalized. Your skin feels hot feeling his lips moving softly against yours but there’s so much emotion behind it - a sense of urgency. Trying to convey everything he feels for you. Hearts beating wildly against each others chest. Breaking the kiss to catch his breath he takes in your disheveled look. The kiss is deeper and it's left every nerve in your body on fire. You shudder at the feeling of his hands running up and down your sides gently squeezing you. He hasn’t responded to your words yet, still processing them. A sudden realization came over him and something inside him shattered. And the desperation to touch you and kiss you came instantly. Breaking the kiss he takes a deep breath, admiring the view in front of him. He wants this moment ingrained in his mind forever, like one remembers a favorite song. Always playing in the back of your mind at the most random of times bringing you back to that first moment you heard it; causing the same happiness to replay again and again. You’re his and he is yours for the rest of each other’s lives and even after that. If there was one thing he was sure of is he'd love you in the past and he'd love you in any existence. If the both of you existed at the same time his heart would always search for yours.

From the first moment Gojo saw you he knew you were it for him. The way you made him feel left him making up mind long ago. If it ever needed to be, he'd sacrifice the world for you. You purely cared for him, him as a person. His title was something attached to him wherever he went, but it was something you didn't care for. You acknowledged and knew it for a fact he was indeed the strongest, but at the end of the day he was still the same annoying but funny Satoru Gojo you'd known for years. Knowing he wasn’t the easiest person to be around at times made him appreciate you even more. You never left, always there for him no matter the time or day. He feels his chest tighten at the realization crashing down on him, he was in love with you. Deeply, madly and completely in love with you and he had been for a while now. Those three words are burning the tip of his tongue wanting to escape. Lips parting slightly, breathing heavy, you both take a moment and are left staring at one another. The way you’re looking at him would have brought him to his knees if he were standing. He starts littering tender kisses around your face and neck. A delighted sigh escapes past your lips.

“Y’know”-he starts whispering near your ear voice dropping an octave-“ever since I first saw you, I knew you were gonna be in my life. Didn’t know if it was gonna be for the best or crap” he chuckles. “It took me years to admit it to myself even though I already knew what I wanted with you. I have a flawed personality, and you never seemed to mind it. I was so scared of hurting you but you always put me in my place when it needed to be done. I felt my life begin again when we made it official between us. You have turned into my sun and moon; it’s you and always will be you.”

His words have eased any doubt you had within you. Awestricken by them you find yourself suddenly growing timid. Not knowing what to say you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Aw, my girl got all shy on me. Cute.” Gojo says teasingly. To get your attention he decides to softly pinch the fat of your cheeks between his index and thumb. What he gets in return is a groan from your lips and a low ‘stop it’. “No” he scoffs — “I’ll keep going until you look at me”.

He might be annoying sometimes but he always means well; he really does. Growing up in such a strict household where he was only seen for his gifts left him with little to no room for fun. Making up for lost time seems like the easiest explanation for why he is the way he is. Who could tell someone as powerful as him what to do? —(Well you could and he’d do anything you ask of him.) But the way he acts is also a mask at times, but he has to keep it up he thinks. He can’t let people worry, as the strongest sorcerer he has to protect everyone around him. It’s a tough weight to carry a lot for just one man alone to do. But it’s something he’s accepted long ago; so having you in his life resets him. Reminds him that he deserves moments of peace where he can enjoy simpler things. Be it fate or the universe, the both of you were meant to cross paths and meet.

Running your hands along his forearms you land on his hands and guide them down to wrap around your waist. Chests pressed together you both feel one another’s erratic heartbeats. It’s cute how nervous the both of you are —you both think simultaneously— but neither speak up about it; just wanting to enjoy what’s happening. Gathering up your courage you start the kiss slow and he follows you, letting you dictate the pace. He hasn’t moved his hands from where you put them relishing how soft your skin feels under his fingertips as his grip gets tighter.

Moving one of your hands to cup his cheek you bring the other one up to tangle in his hair. Giving his hair a small tug you tilt his head back a bit to deepen the kiss. Mouth agape gives you the perfect opportunity to slip your tongue in and you do. Losing yourselves in the moment, the feeling of one another neither of you know how long you’ve been in that position. Gojo decides to bring one of his arms across your back, resting his hand on your shoulder blade while the other is tight against your waist. Pressing you harder against his body. His cock is straining against his pants and you can feel it against your core. Involuntary you start rocking your hips back and forth, small moans escaping from your mouth. Shame is nonexistent as you try to feel more of him. Angling your hips and pressing yourself more on to the outline of his cock to feel more. Gojo is fighting the urge to throw you against the sofa and fuck you stupid. The noises you are making, the warmth from your core mixed with your movements have him almost coming in his pants. He’s helping you grind your hips even harder on him, drunk on every sound you’re making. Wrapping your arms around his neck you rest your lips on his — “more” you whisper.

A small grunt leaves his lips as he grabs both of your cheeks with his big hands. “Are you sure Angel?” Gojo asks in a hushed tone. Shaking your head up and down you think it’s enough of an answer for him. But as he presses his lips to your forehead to leave a fleeting kiss he murmurs “I need you to say it sweetheart” and you can hear a the touch of nervousness behind his tone. Always the worried one with you, treating you like glass. He just wanted to be sure you wanted this just as much as him —as if the events prior weren’t enough of an indicator— wanting everything with you to be as perfect as possible. “I’m sure Satoru, promise” you give him a bright smile.

Outside it has started pouring, the rain letting its presence known with small thuds against the windows. Everything feels serene, rain and your small whimpers are the only audible things in Gojos living room.

Drawing back from his place on your neck, he gently appreciates the slowly blooming marks coming to life around your throat. As Gojo runs his thumb slowly against them he swears your skin feels softer and better than any silk he’s ever touched. Admiring the purple and reddish marks leaves him with a sense of satisfaction. Finally after all this time, he can mark you like he’s always wanted to. Finally — he thinks —people will know you’re taken when he can’t be beside you. “You always look so pretty” he says says - cupping your cheek.

His hands tightened under your thighs as he gets up from the sofa holding you. “Let’s move to my room so it’s more comfortable, yeah?” he says in a hushed tone voice sweeter than honey. Carrying you deeper into his apartment, towards his room he lays you on his bed. The room is dimly lit, lamps casting a low steady warm light — Gojos preference —as you are familiar with. Since the last rays of the sun are hidden behind rain clouds the room feels even cozier. The sheets feel so soft you think; Gojo on the other hand is processing how to even start. He’s not a man that second guesses himself, always sure on what he wants. But when it comes to you, he always gets nervous and he feels something strange in him-doubt is trying to settle in. You’re the best chance he’s ever let himself take. Letting someone see who he truly is is something he thought he wouldn’t have the luxury of experiencing.

Before he can even react you’re pulling him down onto you and connecting your lips together. “What’s wrong, Satoru? We don’t have to do anything y’know.” you finish off with a peck to his lips. Looking down at you makes a sense of calm wash over him. You are really his home, the way you calm his nerves with just a simple question. So used to being told what to do and not being checked on afterwards—you really are his angel. “Sorry there baby, got lost in how gorgeous you look under me. Bet you’re thinking the same there.” that lopsided smile he’s giving you makes you melt. But you still want to wipe it off of him. If he isn’t teasing or poking fun it’s not Gojo. It’s part of him and something you’re used to.

You tug at the bottom of his t-shirt -signaling-for him to take it off. As soon as he does you reach up and run your hands over each bit of exposed skin you can reach from your position under him. Goosebumps rise on his skin as soon as he feels your warm hands touching him. “Okay, okay your turn” he says smiling while swatting your hands away.

Leaning more towards you he moves his large palms to the soft mounds of your breast, caressing and squeezing over the sweatshirt you are wearing. “Help me take it off,” he murmured looking at you. Bare chest exposed to his eyes has him biting back a moan as he watches your nipples pebble exposed to the cold in the room. His breath gets caught at the back of his throat as you lay back down. Strong hands grab your parted thighs so he can fix his position “How about this next, angel?”. Getting shy at his question you’re left nodding. Gojo raises a brow and gives your right thigh a small squeeze. “Y-yes” comes out your stuttering answer as you raise your hips to assist him in taking your pants off.

Left in just your underwear you feel his eyes run up and down your body. Making his way up your body he leans on his elbows leaving a kiss on your lips. Leaning down near your ear he whispers in a deep voice “I’ve been wanting you for so long, you have no idea and I’m gonna show you, Angel”. Leaning on his left arm he brings his right hand down to your breast taking your hardened nipple between his finger gently pinching and squeezing your tit. The kisses Gojo is leaving along your jaw down to the curvature of your neck are scorching your skin. You’re whimpering at the feeling of his soft lips running across the marks he had left earlier. Closing your eyes drowning in the feeling of his lips you open your eyes when you feel his warm tongue swirl around your hardened nipple. When your eyes meet with his he sucks harder while pinching your left nipple. A loud moan escapes your mouth and at that a sudden wave of possessiveness hits him. He’s reveling in the fact that no one else gets this view and as long as he’s alive no one else will. The way you’re squirming under him and he hasn’t even fucked you has him in a daze.

The noises you’re making has his cock painfully hard but he just wants to focus on you first. Wanting you to be ready to take his cock. Gojo removes his hand from your breast and starts dragging it down your stomach, calloused fingertips leaving a goosebumps in their wake. Fingers gripping and touching every bump and curve over your body, wanting to memorize you entirely. “You’re so perfect. Aren’t you, hm?” you can almost feel the vibrations of his voice against your chest.

He’s wearing that wolfish grin of his while looking at you. Leaving a kiss on your clavicle he back up and rests on his knees. Hands resting on your thighs his gaze fixes on the wet patch in between your legs. “What if I touch you here, Y/N?” hooded eyes not breaking contact from where he’s touching. He seems hypnotized, grabbing your panties he stretches them over your sensitive nub watching your pussy lips swallow the offending piece. Gojo is fighting the urge to rip it off, wanting to have have a little more fun with you. To distract himself he starts rubbing slow circles over your clit watching the material get darker the wetter you got. It’s a sin how good he’s making you feel when he still hasn’t taken your panties off. Looking at him you notice the way the dim lights seem to dance across his pale skin. Your hips are involuntary moving trying to feel more while he’s toying with you. “‘Toru come on” you whine at him. Heat pooling in your lower stomach.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long and here you are being impatient. But I can’t say no to you baby.” Warm hands grab the waistband of your panties and he’s pulling them down your legs. Palming his cock over his sweatpants he takes a real good look at you, and to him you look ethereal. A goddess walking amongst men in this pitiable world. He will worship your body, mind and soul.

Getting rid of his pants he's only left wearing his black boxers. “I bet you taste as sweet as you look” —“keep your legs here” he speaks in a raspy tone —placing them on his shoulders— words sounding a little breathless. The thumping of your heart is so strong you almost miss the feeling of Satoru trailing kisses on the inside of your thighs, nipping at your skin. The teasing glint in his eyes ever present looking at you become desperate for more of him. Making his way to your cunt, you feel his warm breath fanning over your folds, lips hovering over your wet cunt. He leaves a kiss before he's bringing one of his hands to spread you open. A groan left his lips as soon as he tasted you. Addicting is the first word that pops into his head. Strong hands pin your hips down to the bed so you don't move away from him. The only thing on his mind is your pleasure. Having his tongue against your clit he spells each letter of his name. "You're mine pretty girl" his sultry words combined with his actions has you whimpering his name.

Swirling his tongue around your clit he presses his face harder into you to suck at your clit. Dragging his tongue up and down your wet cunt teasing you before he buries his tongue in you. The thrusting of his tongue in and out of you, massaging your inner walls has you squirming under him. Stealing a look at your moaning trembling figure he sees you gripping the sheets under you. The noises you're making have him rutting his hips against the mattress searching for some type of relief on his aching cock. One of your hands reach out tangling your fingers through his hair pulling at his roots. A quick burning pain washes over him and he lets out a small hiss. Lifting his gaze he's met with your tinged pink face already looking back at him. "I-I'm sor-" before you can apologize -thinking you hurt him- he's pushing your legs up towards your chest, leaving your cunt even more exposed for his eyes. "Do it again if you want, Angel" he says licking his lips. Smiling he gives your clit a kiss, then another and another until you feel his soft lips dragging against yours. Every moan is like music to his ears and it's the sweetest melody he's ever heard. He doesn't want it to stop; wanting to know what other noises he could pull out of you. Trying to close your legs around his head as the feeling is getting a bit overwhelming as your orgasm is creeping up on you. Moving your legs you open them wider and grab his hair and you hold his head still. Gojo lets out a filthy moan feeling your clit pulsing on his tongue. Rising your hips to grind yourself against his mouth, you're reduced to a mess of broken moans and he lets you think you have control. Sliding his tongue frantically around your lips he flicks and sucks at your clit. The tightening you feel on your lower stomach has you feeling hot all over, a thin veil of sweat is covering the both of you. Your voice replacing the silence of the once serene room, now all that's heard is a mix of your moans and the sound of hard rain hitting the window. As you're about to fall off the edge of pure bliss he stops his movements. "I thought I told you not to move your legs" he taunts ripping your near orgasm away. He gives your cunt a gentle slap and you want to cry. "Gojo I was so close what the fuck." the pitch of your voice is higher than usual signaling your annoyance. Tears threatening to spill at your frustration.

"Oh I'm Gojo now" he says chuckling "don't break my heart like that you just looked so cute. I wanted a better view." Sitting on his knees a lustful shiver runs down his spine while he looks at you, eyes crinkling as he smiles. Dragging two of his thick fingers against your heated cunt to gathering some of your wetness. He gently starts prodding at your opening. Slipping one finger in to the first knuckle. You let out a small hiss at the intrusion- chills start prickling your skin. A sinister grin present as he watches you move your hips against his hand. "I don't think one is enough for you, angel. Huh?" sultry voice laced with a smile he adds a second finger. "I have to make sure you're ready, sweetheart" the white haired male says while changing his position to hover over you. His long thick fingers are reaching depths yours never have. Pumping his fingers in and out of your wet cunt the squelching sounds bouncing off the walls would have embarrassed you. But the way he curls his fingers, mercilessly abusing that special spot inside you has you in a daze. Pleasure creeping up again you feel the coil start to tighten. Gojo is desperately kissing you, wanting to see how you look coming for him. He's loved every minute, second of how your body has responded to his touch. Breathy moans escaping your mouth you look up at him "please let me cum, please, please" body quivering - voice desperate. His eyes widen at your words barely recognizing your voice. A new sense of urgency hits him, he has to make you finish and fast, before he's coming in his boxers without fucking you. Taking his fingers out of you, he moves them desperately over your clit. "My pretty girl, I know you're gonna feel amazing around me once I'm done here. Aren't you?". You're not processing his words blinded by the pleasure you're feeling. Just left a babbling mess of "Yes-yes-yes" and "I'm gonna cum". And then it hits you, the power of your orgasm flooding all your senses. Tremors wracking your body, breathing heavy. You hear Gojos tender voice saying your name and then you feel his warm lips over yours. "Are you alright, Angel?" covering your face with your hands you let out a small "yeah" with a low laugh.

Giving your forehead a light kiss he backs up, finally letting his cock spring free from the confines of his boxers. The view in front of you made your heart skip a beat. He bit his lip, holding back teasing remarks at your surprised expression. "I can't wait to have you cream all over my cock" he says. The admission made your throat go dry. eyes exploring every inch of pale skin. Giving himself a few pumps, he runs his cock against your cunt for lubrication. Bringing himself to hover over you, he aligns himself with your entrance. He wanted to go slow, but the desperation in him is winning; fully sheathing himself in you with one thrust. Both releasing a moan as your hips settle against each other you wrap your legs around his waist. You feel even better than he could have ever imagined.

You really are perfect he thinks. The strongest sorcerer in existence is just putty in your hands. You could mold him to whatever you want and he’d do it. But you always let him know he’s perfect being who he is. He plants both of his hands on either side of you and takes a look at you. Eyes locking together you’re softly smiling at him. And he really thinks he doesn’t deserve someone as perfect as you. But if anyone dares to even look at your direction in a wrong way he knows he’d end them. The room is silent for a moment, it’s as if you’d read his mind. You bring one of your arms to wrap around his back and tangle the other one in his messy hair. Pulling him down towards you to connect your lips together. Saliva connecting you both, eyes hooded in pleasure looking back at leaves him picking his thrusts back up. The sound of skin slapping and moans filling the room.

“This pussy was made for me. You’re mine, pretty.” Sucking in a sharp breath feeling your cunt get tighter around his cock at his words. “You like hearing that don’t you?” Trying to escape his intense gaze you try to look somewhere else but he quickly has your chin between his fingers making you look at him. Raising his brow he waits for an answer. “Yes, yes. I’m yours Satoru” you speak bashfully.

”I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you. And before you ask, yes I’m yours.” he says in his usual teasing lilt. You would laugh at his last sentence and question how can he sound sound so calm while he’s balls deep in you. But the way his cock feels - the way his pelvis is rubbing your clit steals any coherent thoughts you would have. Cock plunging deep inside of you dragging deliciously against your walls. Whispering sweat nothings in your ear, voice low and raspy. Sweat covered bodies moving in sync. The stinging you’re causing by dragging your nails down his back breaking his skin have him moaning into your mouth. He will only be this vulnerable with you, no one else will ever get this side of him.

Having his infinity on all day, everyday has left his skin so sensitive to touch. And being able to have those walls down around someone is something he’d thought he wouldn’t be able to enjoy. But here he has you under him, leaving angry red marks down his back, pulling at his hair and biting his lips in a passion filled frenzy. You really are his piece of personal heaven.

Every time he pulls his hips back you miss the way he fills and stretches you. Slender fingers holding you at your hips loving how soft you feel under his fingers. Kiss growing sloppier by the second while you grab fistfuls of his hair. He’s kissing his way down to your chest to swirl his warm tongue against your peaked nipple while he pinches the other one with his free hand. The feeling of his cock plunging into the soft plush of your cunt is driving him crazy. Languid rolls of his hips has you arching your back wanting to feel him go even deeper. “You don’t have to hold back. I’m not made of glass” you say feeling heat spread under your skin - fingers dancing over his back in a loving matter. The deep chuckle he lets out against the shell of your ear sent chills down your spine. As his strong arms tense holding him up he gives you a deep sharp thrust that steals you of your breath. “More like that sweetheart?” he says with a coy tone. Hips snapping against yours with such force that its forming ripples against your skin heavy balls slapping your ass. He’s intently watching your face contort into one of pleasure. He knows you’re getting near, orgasm building up, the way you’re clamping down on his cock has him struggling to focus. Your eyes snap shut and your head falls back into his pillows as the tip of his cock starts bullying that special spot inside of you. “Right there, right there. Ah-ah” you’re practically screaming out. He could feel his cock twitching, his own undoing nearing. His merciless rhythm combined with his sweet words pushes you over the edge. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, heels digging in his back. Strangled noises coming from you unable to form a coherent sentence. Gojo feels your walls fluttering and that’s the trigger to his orgasm. “Shit-shit” he pulls himself out of you at the last second he finishes on your stomach. Looking at the mess between your thighs and now on your stomach he gives you an apologetic smile for the mess. Coming down from all the events that have transpired you admire Gojos snow colored hair as it’s sitting wild against his sweat covered forehead. Drinking in how he looks. Pale skin tinged pink with the aftermath of his orgasm. His delicate voice shakes you from your thoughts “let’s go get cleaned up, sweet Angel. Well with the noises you were making I don’t think you sounded like one. I wonder if the neighbors heard you” he voices in an aloof manner. “Oh well free show for them.” he says looking at you with a lovesick look on his face.

You grab and throw one of his pillows at him. “Shut up, Satoru. Let’s just go get washed up please. I don’t even want to think about that” you say sounding nervous.

“I’m just kidding baby” he smiles looking at you then faintly whispering “maybe”.

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[cu7ie]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(ꈍᴗꈍ)♡ nahoya's sarcasm,

⠀⠀⠀ˊᗜˋ sometimes, you just don't get it. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♡

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀cw; dubious consent. i feel like i coded reader as neurodivergent. emotional manipulation. oral; male receiving.

Sometimes Nahoya’s sarcasm is waaay lost on you. And yeah, sometimes you have a harder time picking up on intonations than other people, but something about him seems far too complicated to understand. He’s deceptive - gets you all tripped up with the things he says in spite of the way he smiles and carries himself along. A discrepancy; the lack of congruency makes your eyebrow quirk, but it didn’t feel overbearing. Up until this past week.

It happened just the other day. Normally you consider him pleasant company, since he doesn't talk as much as Baji, isn't as self-centered as Mikey, doesn't need to be told what to do like Souya, isn't intimidating like Draken,

he just smiles; you find that considerably easier to get along with.

Worst thing about him is that sometimes he can say things that confuse you terribly.

You're minding your business as usual, and Nahoya's playing your game for you (because you swear this level is fucking impossible) chatting you up and overall being good company. Nahoya's never seemed the aggressive type, but something really stupid ends up killing him, and he gets a mite bit more irate than you would have thought; throwing your controller back at you in exasperation. 

When you tell him he oughta calm down, he doesn't take your opinion too well, spits out an angry "Suck my dick." and you look at him incredulous, sputtering and gasping about how inappropriate he's being;

Then he has the audacity to look confused, eyes darting up and down your frantic face, your hands flapping as an emotion you can't communicate in words starts setting in, makes your head hot and you feel upset but you don't know if that's all you feel —

"Why'd you even say that? That's nasty, Nahoya."

"I wasn't being serious." He seems a little taken aback by your frustration, perhaps a little amused too. He seems to have calmed down in the time it took you to get upset, his neutral smile crowning his expression as he approaches you, trying to get you to calm down but you're still a fair bit upset. 

It's only when he gives you that physical space do you mellow out; only to grow a little sheepish and uncomfortable with the way you reacted. That type of upset felt unbecoming of you, you try not to let things get to you (that's why you hang out with Nahoya so much, sometimes the others are just too much) but  of course, you're only human.

So the next time you invite Nahoya over (you stewed over the decision so long it gave you a stomach ache, just fear fear fear, hoping he doesn't hate you,) it's the next week and you guys are sitting on the same couch you guys fought on, an amiable silence pervading the space between the two of you. Nahoya doesn't look mad (thank God), and waits very politely until you gather the courage to tell him what you wanted him to say.

"I'm sorry I got so upset. I didn't like being that angry; even if you said what you said. So, sorry." Nahoya tosses you one of those winning smiles nice and easy (though he's always smiling, isn't he?) Takes your hand in his and holds it gently, leaning in conspiratorially; so slowly.

"You know what would make this a real nice apology?" You look at him, genuinely curious.

"If you sucked my dick." You kind of snort. Not overly amused by his antics but willing to understand it as a joke of some kind. 

But then , Nahoya - he leans in just a little bit closer? and you're asking him what's the matter, why's he got that weird look on his face.

"Because this time I'm serious." He takes the hand that he's holding and places it on his crotch. You're taken aback by the firmness of it, the outline that you now can see very clearly under his black corduroys.

"Do I have to?"

"Nah. Course not. But it would take this apology up at least six notches." He seems bored now, letting you move your hand back to your lap as you feel your cheeks burning, confused by his presentation. A dilemma but not quite.

"Well, do you forgive me?"

"Yeah. A little I guess."

"A little?" You pout.

"Well yeah. I mean, ya did ghost me for like a week, even after I said it was a joke, you still flipped out on me." (That's not exactly the truth, but something about how sure he sounds about himself makes you believe him, makes you think you really hurt him,)

"But I really am sorry. That's not enough?"

He thinks for a moment, still smiling. "If you're sooo sorry, I want you to show me." A sharper edge to his voice, a less than kind smirk.

"B-but I don't do stuff like that, Nahoya - I've never-"

"Well, now's a better time than never." He's unbuttoning his pants and shimmying them down his hips, so you can see the imprint in his boxers. He shunts them down and his cock bobs up like a buoy, uniformly thick and a little tan and long and while you're thinking about how that could possibly fit anywhere,

he's gripping your head and pulling you down, down down.

.

.

.

You learn that afternoon that Nahoya is not nice. You see the devil in his eyes and hell behind his smile. It’s smarmy, his hand roughly pinching the scruff of your neck as his cock slaps your lips and it takes him a couple tries to push it into your mouth, 

"Remember: Breathe through your nose and don't bite."  Is all he says before he pops your jaw open, sliding his shaft over your tongue and sighing at the hot wetness of your mouth, sinking low into the couch. He’s over eager and his true desire is spilling into the real world, humping your head under the guise of ‘savoring this apology’ , watching you drool helplessly on his cock with this amusement; something carefree bout him with the way his hand crawls almost affectionately into your hair. 

His fingers curl into it and he adjusts your pace, slowing as he meets resistance and fucking up harder, trying to beat the shape of his dick into your esophagus with carnal abandon and it’s just so - 

It’s overwhelming. All you can see is Nahoya’ s crotch and feel his balls slapping up against your chin; smelling him and tasting him and choking on-

You slap down on his thighs, which only makes him jump and your nose wrinkles because you are being pulled infinitely closer, the tip of it flattening against Nahoya’s wiry hair and the wet slapping noise pausing for a moment as he tries to cease the fog coming over him; having wholly underestimated how good you’d look between his thighs, and he’ s gonna - fuck- he’s going to-

A vein bulges on his forehead, cock twitching as his muscles tense up and he’s cumming down your throat in the next second, your whining overshadowed by his unabashed moan and sigh as his whole body relaxes and,

He’s done with your mouth; but he doesn't want to be done with you yet. You did just as well as he thought you would, those teary eyes afraid to make contact as you try to quiet your coughing and sputtering, bashfully wiping cum and spit from the corners of your mouth as you try to turn cheek and shroud yourself in the silence, 

(despite you being the one who got a taste, he looks like he wants to devour the rest of you,) 

Nahoya is quiet now. Something electric resonating beneath his skin as he takes you in like a much needed breath, fingers wrapping around your shoulder (which shocks you, you flinched) as he turns you back to face him, in spite of your reluctance, you feel weakness degradating your bones, wide anxious eyes and trembling lip, jittery little hands that can’t find the gumption to pry out the scythe digging into your shoulder. Nahoya is looking at you, like he’s allowing you the courtesy of speaking before snatching the platform from beneath your feet; hand creeping along your stomach, thigh.

 “That was … good.” He hasn’t put his dick away and doesn’t seem interested in much beyond how the rest of your insides must feel,

“I apologized. You oughta leave n-now. This.. it’s over now.” Your voice is a little hoarse and your throat stings; and don’t miss for a second how Nahoya’s tongue darts across his lower lip, his shoulders pointed in your direction, his mere silhouette striking unbidden anxiety into your chest - he doesn’t budge, fingers delicately trying to pop a button on your shorts. 

“Nahoya!” 

“What’re you yelling for?” His nonchalance, underlined by his level-headeness pushes you into the realm of doubt for a moment. The muscles in your thighs tense up as he tries to smooth his hands along them, abating your worry for as long as he doesn’t make any further moves. “Okay, okay. So what, you showed me a little bit of what your mouth can do - but I did all the work, didn’t I?” 

“No. Nahoya, you’re being really -” The words wither and collapse on your tongue as Nahoya brazenly tweaks your nipple, stunning you to silence. 

“Really what? Really what?” He tugs on the nodule of flesh and you crumple and whimper, trying to fish his hand from between your thighs where he’s made quick work of your clothes.

“I just don’t want you to make this mistake again, you see?” He makes you look at him; all silver toothed and poison fanged, making your skin bump up and shiver. “Next time, you ought to just skip the talking.” Soft ruffling of fabric, cool hands running along balmy skin. “Suck first. It’s hard as hell to be mad at you after.” 

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Dazai's love languages

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Cw: mention of loved ones being lost, some angst

1. Quality time

Dazai knows that time is short. At any moment, the people in his life can be taken from him. Because of this, he truly takes the time to cherish the moments he shares with those he cares for. Going for a walk, visiting a bar or cafe, or just simply relaxing at home together. If it's time spent with a loved one, it's time well spent.

He'd practically be attached at the hip to a romantic partner. No matter what they're doing, where they're going, there's barely anything that would prevent Dazai from attempting to tag along. He has to be with them, of course. Because if he wasn't, he might miss their smile, their laugh, or some endearing little thing they'd do. They might need his protection too! Of course, Dazai has to come along. It's only logical.

2. Physical touch

He'd be all over a romantic partner — clinging to them at all times. Hugging them, tapping his lap to make them sit, sprawling across their lap on the couch, demanding kisses, holding their hand and swinging it back and forth as they walk. PDA galore.

If his s/o doesn't allow him the physical affection he craves, he'll sulk. "Come onnn. Just a little kiss, I promise!" He'd still try to respect it if his partner was truly uncomfortable with it. Buutt,, he'd be a little bit of a nuisance regardless. Announcing when he wants touch and being like "Oh, who will satisfy my thirst for physical affection? If you don't embrace me soon I might just get so desperate I'll hug Kunikida!"

Though, these actions don't necessarily hold the most weight. The moments that are more genuinely meant to convey his love to someone are typically less energetic. Sitting alone outside, sharing a comforting silence before he suddenly pulls them into him to lean on his shoulder. Or quietly reaching out to hold his s/o as they lay beside each other in the night. Them doing the same sort of things to him will also make him feel loved.

3. Acts of service

He isn't one to do this much himself. Though if he happens to hear his s/o mention they need something, and he finds himself at the store later that day, he could definitely pick it up for them.

If someone does an act of service for him however, it actually means quite a lot; more than he thought it would. Someone doing something for him, something he didn't even ask them to do — it feels as if they're acknowledging his humanity. That he too is a person that might need help every now and then. It's not something he expects from another person, so when it happens it can catch him off guard, bringing a warmth to his chest.

4. Words of affirmation

He's very good at giving compliments and smoothly making someone feel special. These compliments, however, rarely feel genuine on his part. He either does it to get something out of the person or to entertain himself or others. Of course, it can be to get a smile out of his loved one, but he doesn't really think much about the words spilling out of his lips in those moments. "You are the light of my life! My one and only! Beauty that compares to the gods!"

The jokey, energetic flare can also be dropped in favor of something that sounds more serious. "You can do it. I've seen you do it many times before, and you can do it again. You won't fail." But he will still feel detached from it, as if he's reading from a script. He wants to be real, to share true words of love, but it all feels so fake to him no matter what he says. It's much easier for him to pull his partner close, to hold them, and hope they understand.

Him receiving affirmation is also conflicting, unfortunately. Dazai isn’t used to it, and a lot of it really doesn’t reach him on an emotional level. It just feels like empty words being thrown at the walls he’s built up around him.

However, when those words do reach him, he feels it very strongly. It’s soft, fluttery, and makes him feel an unfamiliar warmth… and that almost scares him. He’s not sure how to handle it. The phoniness of his words becomes so blaringly obvious and ugly in comparison to theirs. He’s not sure he could give them anything real in return, not sure he deserves it.

5. Gift giving

Whilst he would appreciate getting gifts, it wouldn't instinctually register in his mind as something being done out of love for him. He received a gift, cool! Now he has a thing someone gave him! ...What should he do with it?

He also isn't a big gift giver himself. Sure, he might give a little something for a birthday or something, but he's not one to constaltly shower people in gifts. It's just not a love language that comes naturally to him at all.