#feel like there should be some kinda tw here but I can’t put my finger on it

[jinkicake]

YOUR ARRANGED/FORCED MARRIAGE IS SO GOOD OMG. if you’re up to it, i was wondering if you could write one for childe? ofc only if you want to <3

Forced / Arranged Marriage Trope 

Childe, Scaramouche x Reader

A/N: Hi, Anon, you're so sweet!!! Thank you!! I had to add Scaramouche too bc... I simply had to (it fits so well w him) so I hope that is okay~ I kinda got carried away and made Childe sorta yandere, im sorry I love him being unhinged and it scares me in the best way like somehow scara is soft but I made childe not…. Hmmm i love childe!!!!!!

fem!reader bc I like the use of ‘wife’

WC - 1.5k

TW // SLIGHT YANDERE!CHILDE (NOT REALLY)

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Childe

“If you’re thinking about going back to that kitten outside I will tie you down to our bed.” Childe’s rather calm voice strikes you down on the spot, almost as if you’ve been struck with a flash of lightning. The original plan that you had was to make a stealthy exit through the front door, you should have known better. You try to keep your frantic heart sane as you slowly turn on the tips of your toes to face him. 

Your husband is sitting in one of the couches of your front room as he thumbs through a book gifted by a friend of his in Liyue. It’s incredibly hard to not roll your eyes as he practically sits in the dark like some villain, tucked away and hoping to catch you lacking. 

“Come here.” Despite his soft voice, you can tell that he is not in the mood to play with you. You clench your teeth painfully tight and wordlessly head to stand by his side. The harbinger doesn’t look up from his book as he blindly grabs your wrist, tightly wrapping his fingers around the two bones. He presses his touch, imprinting his fingers, into your skin as his thumb rubs comforting strokes against you. “Be more careful wife, it’s too dangerous to go out late at night.” Through your leveled breathing, you can’t help but gasp as he tugs you closer toward him. “I would hate for anything to happen to you.”

You don’t have it in yourself to tell him that the dangers inside this house put any of those outside of it to shame. 

“I know,” You settle for something that will please him, a kind phrase that will acknowledge his worries and provide him with a sense of understanding. By the narrowing of his dull eyes, you seemingly said something completely wrong.

“I don’t think you do.” Childe finally looks at you and the blank expression on his face causes a sense of fear to find root in your heart. He looks at you calculatingly as if he is planning his every move and the one that follows in his head. “How can I possibly make it clear to you?”

The vision that lights up on his hip makes your entire body freeze.

“No- I believe you, I won’t go out anymore,” In your panic, all you manage to sound is desperate. Childe ignores you.

“I really just want to protect you, don’t you understand how much you mean to me?” It’s so terribly difficult for you to focus on him as his voice is overcome with heavy emotion. Almost like a flip of a switch, the thought of losing you breaks his sanity and pushes him to a dark edge. “Oh, ангел (angel), you must listen to me,”

You’ll do anything if it means you’ll never have to see him in his foul legacy form again. 

“I will, I will, I promise.” Despite all your troubles, you dryly swallow any anxious nerves down. You place your free hand over his own, slowly closing the book that Childe is reading. “жизнь  моя (my life), let’s go to bed, please.” His native language sounds heavy on your tongue and you nearly twist the muscle trying to spit the pet name out. For once, you applaud your memory and mentally thank Childe for always calling you something other than your own name. 

“Right,” Childe puts the book on the coffee table before rising to his towering height, he stands above you with a sweet smile on his face. Despite the warm expression, you nearly start to break into a sweat at the lack of feeling seen in his eyes. “I am rather tired. We can finish this in the morning.”

“Of course,” You struggle to give him a smile back and choose to instead place a kiss on the back of his knuckles. Childe greedily bathes in your affections as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. 

“You know that I love you, жена (wife),” His voice now sounds uncharacteristically vulnerable, it quickly smothers over any of your fear and hostility and causes your heartstrings to twinge with adoration. “I couldn’t handle it if anything happened to you.” 

Perhaps you are just as far gone off the deep end as he is because, above all else, you feel safest in his arms and sheer terror in his presence. 

“I will always protect you with my life. If I must, I will kill for you, Родна́я (dear).”

Scaramouche 

“You can’t be serious.” In all the years you’ve been married to Scaramouche, there have been multiple times when you thought him to be ridiculous. This situation is by far the most ridiculous of them all. Above everything else, the Harbinger is a drama king.

“I will not have my wife being accompanied by another man.” His anger is laughable, you’ve seen the true extent of it but, it’s hard to take him seriously when he’s glaring at you from under his too-large-of-a-hat.

“I wouldn’t have to be accompanied at all if you just let me go by myself,” Your reasoning does not get through to him.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He snaps and the bite isn’t even strong, you already expected this from him. “As if I could let you out of my sight for a minute,”

In the worst way possible, your husband is attached to you with no desire to let you go. Although he tries with his affections and will lovingly pet your hair with an awkward hand, he still stumbles over his own two feet when around you. 

“I want to visit Mondstadt for their Windblume festival, you promised me that we would go.” You’re stubborn in your ways and are unwilling to let Scaramouche forget his first and foremost obligations to you. “I am going with or without you.” 

Your husband glares at you, eyes narrowed in frustration as he clenches and unclenches his fists. All you do is stand patiently and wait for his fit to end. 

“Fine.” He grunts and quickly writes a note on his desk, you excitedly wait for him as he hands the note to one of the guards outside his door. It’s only when he closes his office door again and it’s the two of you alone inside that you run to him with open arms. 

“I’m so excited!” You gush and gush while squeezing your arms around his waist. Scaramouche pats you back as he tips his hat to cover more of his face, he quietly scoffs through your cheers. 

If he had an ounce of courage to stand up to you the way he does the other Harbingers, the way he just told Dottore to fuck off through a simple note, then perhaps the puppet would have some control in his marriage. 

Much to your delight, he does not.

“What is the point of all this?” The grumpiness that Scaramouche is exuding does not go over your head. All it takes is a simple squeeze of your hand, which is tightly held within his own, to make his grumbling melt away under the Mondstadt sun. Being tucked away in the forest, away from the cozy town and any of its people is something you’ve already become accustomed to.

Whenever you travel with your husband, the two of you can’t get too close to others because of his status as a Harbinger and everything else.

“We are supposed to strengthen our relationships!” You place your basket onto the soft green grass before pulling out a blanket with one hand. Somehow you manage to spread it out and sit before ushering your husband to do the same. “Don’t you want to improve your relationship with me?”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

“What is there to improve?” He turns to glare at anything but you, his hard eyes rest on the trees and then the blue sky all while you sweetly tuck his hair behind his ear. The soft action internally makes him flinch but, on the outside, all the Harbinger manages to do is blush. “You’re already perfect,” 

“Aren’t you sweet?” You tease and lean over to place a kiss on his cheek. Scaramouche pushes you away, hand resting on your shoulder before he throws the idea away and tightens his grip. The gentle smile on your face, radiating more warmth than the spring sun could ever provide him, makes the Harbinger feel a little nervous. 

You are everything to him. 

Just as he goes to kiss you, a lone dandelion flows through the air. He watches it carefully as it sneaks over your head and fades away into the distance. The entire time he is distracted, you lean over again and place a kiss on his lips. 

“Happy Windblume, my love,”

Scaramouche can’t even fight the ridiculous smile off of his face as he makes a promise about your future together. 

“We will have to do this again next year. We’ll return every year.”

[thecookiebratz]

"Oh Fuck~"

Tw: Kinda mean!Nanami , dacryphilia, hitting of the ass (once), pretty vulgar, squirting, voyerisim (being watched), a very small amount of masturbation, choking, kinda desperate reader, Black reader in mind with a chubby-ish body 747 words

What to listen to- "Stargirl Interlube" by The Weekend and Lana Del Rey

Song sponsored by @kazushawty bc I was reader her fic right before posting and we love a stargirl and when you need The Weekend go to her <3

Beta Reader: @strawberry--brat, legit the best person on here

Dividers by @benkeibear

Nanami kept his camera off as he was in a zoom call with his law firm coworkers. He didn’t want anyone to see how his beautiful baby girl was grinding her hips on him in her pretty pink outfit. His mic was still on, though. So not a sound could come out of your plump, glossy lips. Kento said he would reward you if you kept quiet and punish you if you didn’t.

He brought his hand to your clit and made perfect circles on it with his middle and ring finger. “Ah yes. We still have the Trafalgar D. Water Law v Silvers Rayleigh case to deal with” (Yes I know this is a jjk fit not a one piece fic but I also simp for these 2 men). You bring your hand to cover your mouth as you rolled your hips against his hand.

Little squeaks started coming out of your mouth and slipping through your fingers. Kento pulled your hair back so his mouth was at your ear and he simply whispered, “Be quiet before I turn the camera on and fuck you in front of everyone”

And with that phrase, you couldn’t keep it in any longer, you wanted them to see. You moan out “Please let them watch.

Kento smirks and pushes his chair back, so you both are standing up, turns on his camera, and interrupted one of his coworkers. “Excuse me, guys. My princess here wants to put on a show. Don’t you?

You nod your head, which brings a slap to your ass.” Use your words".

You whine before saying “Please watch me get punished”

Nanami pulls out his hard member, spits on it and starts to sink into your wet cunt as he rolls up your skirt. You look right into the camera and moan out loud. “Be polite and greet everyone in the meeting,” he says as he pulls out to the tip and slams back into you and starts going at an insanely fast pace.

You can’t stop moaning but try to push through as you read everyone’s titles “H-Hello Mr. Fushiguro. Hello M-Mr. Geto. How are you, Mr. T-Todo? Hi Mr. I-I-Itadori” They all smile at you and you can tell Mr. Fushiguro is playing with himself.

“Fuck Kento. You might have to share that cute girl. I want some” and a flood of “Me too”’s can be heard from the rest of the men. “Oh, yeah?” Nanami chokes you and pulls you back so now your back is on his chest, never slowing down his pace. “You want all those men to use you?”

You look at the computer that’s on the table and shake her head no. Kento’s hand squeezes your neck tighter and whispers “Talk”

“No, I don’t want anyone but Daddy” He lets your neck go and now your face is right in front of the camera again

“Did you hear her Toji? No one but me”. Nanami buries himself to the base and just grind his hips. You hear Toji mutter a “Oh fuck off”.

You're now loud with tears running down your face. “Please let me cum Daddy” a wicked smile grew on Nanami’s face.

“Ask your audience baby”

“Please, sirs can I cum?” you looked at everyone on the screen and they all said “No” which had you whining more.

10 minutes later you were still begging, but it was more like babbles “I needa. Please. Oh, my please” but almost none of it could be heard because of the sound being produced by Nanami slamming his skin on yours.

“You should let her cum now,” says Todo. Nanami sits back down in the chair, holds the back of your knees up and starts fucking up into you. “Go on, show them the mess you can make. Cum for me princess”

And you do just that. It feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulder and you squirt for all 5 men, letting out the slightest moan/cry.

Nanami keeps fucking into you until he’s close. “Get on your knees and open that pretty mouth.”. It’s like you can’t disobey him. He pumps his member a little more and releases in your mouth. “Let them see you swallow my cum”

You put your face in front of the camera with your tongue out and you swallow all that was given to you. T

“Thank you Daddy. And thank you for watching”

“I need me, a girl like her”

-🍪

[eddieschains]

Sending this from my main cos Tumblr is an ass but here is my request.

Having. A. Bath. With. Joe.

I'm talking candles, wine, bubbles, lay that romance on me baby. I'm feeling like ass and I just need some fluffy fluffy fluff (but don't overdo it you know how much of a whore I am, I melt like the Wicked Witch when too much romance is thrown at me) to make me feel better.

Love you!!!!!

oh.my.god.yes.

i know you said not to overdo it but as a hopeless romantic… i got a little carried away 😅

i hope you still like it baby @choke-me-joey

TW: rpf (don’t like it, don’t read it), mentions of mental health, abandonment issues kinda??, implied smut at the end

Off. That was the only way to describe how you felt. It had been nearly a week of you just not feeling like yourself. You stayed home as much as you could and really kept to yourself. Joe gave you your distance, not wanting to push you to talk about it if you weren’t ready. And considering the fact that you didn’t even know what was wrong with you, it would be hard to articulate your feelings with him.

You started to feel like you were pushing him away. You would come home from work and immediately go to the bedroom and take a nap or watch some tv. He always came in to make sure you ate, but that was about the extent of your contact.

Today when you got home you walked into the bedroom to see a big teddy bear on the bed, paired with a bottle of your favorite wine and a note.

Meet me in the bathroom, and bring the wine XOXO

You weren’t sure if you were in the mood for his games tonight, but you desperately needed to do something about this funk you were in, so you gave in.

Walking into the bathroom you were met with rose petals laid on the floor leading to the bathtub, candles lit, bubbles in the tub water, and two wine glasses perched on the edge of the tub.

“What on earth…” You whisper to yourself. You feel Joes presence behind you, with his hands soon wrapping around your waist.

“Hi doll.” He whispers in your ear, placing soft kisses on your neck.

“Joe, what is this?” You turn around facing him.

“I know you’ve been going through a rough patch lately, so i wanted to do something nice for you. Help you relax.” He runs your fingers through your hair, caressing your soft cheek.

“This is too much baby.” A smile creeps up on your face, something you haven’t felt in what seems like a lifetime.

“No it’s not.”

“Babe, there’s rose petals on the floor.” You giggle, climbing back into his chest.

“I know you don’t know how to react to gestures like this but please, let me do this for you babygirl.” He kisses your forehead as you nod in agreement.

You set the bottle of wine down on the sink before getting undressed. Joe does the same before helping you into the bath. He grabs the bottle of wine before stepping in himself, laying behind you while pouring a glass for you.

You sip on the wine while he pours water over your head, preparing it for the shampoo he’s holding. He squirts some on his hands, rubbing them together before lathering it in your hair, massaging your scalp with the tips of his fingers. You feel tears brewing in your eyes, and you can’t help yourself from letting them fall.

Joe stops his movements once he hears your cries falling from your mouth. “Baby, why are you crying?” He grabs the glass of wine from you, setting it down on the cabinet next to you.

“I’m sorry for pushing you away this week. I don’t deserve you.” You fall into his chest, eyes closed as you let your tears flow.

“Shh what are you talking about?” He kisses your cheek while rubbing your shoulders, trying his best to calm you down.

“I’ve just been a mess, and i haven’t been a good partner to you. I haven’t spoken to you or done anything for you all week, and here you are trying to comfort me when i should be making up for all my shit i’ve been putting you through.” Your words are barely audible through your sobs.

“Stop thinking like that. You don’t need to apologize for not feeling well. I just wanted to give you your space, and didn’t want to pressure you into talking when you weren’t ready.” He pours more water on your head, washing away the shampoo he had previously massaged into you. “I just want you know i’m always here for you. I love you on your good days and i love you on your bad days. Always.”

His words only make you cry harder. How did you end up with such a kind, caring, and understand person? “I thought you were going to leave me.” You blurt out.

Joe stops dead in his tracks. “What? What would make you think that?”

“I’ve been distant. I don’t know why you would want to stay with someone who comes home without a word and coops herself up in her room all night.”

He grabs you by the chin, turning you to face him. “I would never just leave you the second things get difficult, understand? Relationships are more than that. You’re mine and always will be mine, wether you’re sad, mad, anxious, scared, im staying. You can’t get rid of me that easy.” He kisses your lips, softly as you laugh.

“How did i get so lucky?” You ask.

“I ask myself the same question everyday.” He smiles.

He continues to help bathe you, washing away all of the negative energy that you’ve been carrying, before climbing out and grabbing a towel to wrap you in.

Carrying you to the bedroom, he plants you on the bed while he picks out your favorite pair of pajamas to wear. He sits down behind you, combing through your hair while you finish off your glass of wine. Once he’s done, he leaves just for a moment to put your clothes in the laundry room before returning and climbing into bed with you.

He brings you to his chest, holding you as close as physically possible while rubbing your back. “You hungry?” He asks, receiving a small mm-hmm from you.

“What are you in the mood for?”

You look up at him, puppy dog eyes on full display, before bluntly responding “You.”

He looks down at you with a smirk on his face, “Oh babygirl i thought you’d never ask.”

[pepperycar]

Inspired by @itsavee4117 and @silenzahra “Cold place, warm hearts” part 5 TW freezing.

Lumalee sighed “you two are a lot of work, you know that?” He grunted before spinning around. The more he spun, the brighter he glowed “alright that should do it” Lumalee muttered as Mario looked up. He suddenly felt a brief moment of warmth cover his body, though only for a second, Mario deeply appreciated it. He looked down to see that, in middle of his chest, to the left slightly was a glowing, slightly pulsating light. Mario looked up at Lumalee confused then widened his eyes as he saw other balls of light appearing throughout the snow, some of them were moving place to place, others remained still in place, the only movement coming from the light pulsating within. “Wha-“ Mario started “what is this?” Mario asked, quickly taking a breath when he realised he’d been holding it. “Their warmth” Lumalee said sounding tired. “Many creatures that live around here are warm, but they’re much better suited to this environment so they have a brighter glow.” The Biddybud from before reappeared, this time accompanied by a green one, had their whole bodies covered in a warm glow. As they walked past them Mario looked up to Lumalee only to realise that wherever Lumalee’s blue light could reach, it would mark all things underground, kinda like a- “a radar!” Mario cried in a shouting whisper. Lumalee smiled “finally you get it!” Lumalee scoffed “if you can’t find his glow anywhere, you better prey to Mamma that it’s just because he’s small!” Lumalee said nearly shouting at the end. Mario stared “L-Lumalee.... you do care!” Mario smiled “eh not really...” Lumalee scoffed “his fear and hopelessness entertained me while I was in the cage. Consider this as payment for the show.” Lumalee said with a wink. Mario couldn’t help but smile at Lumalee briefly before getting to work on scanning the lights in the snow. He primarily focused on the small ones, Luigi was most likely still small. Meanwhile Lumalee searched a bit up ahead, shining his light in dark cornered places. Mario froze when something caught his eye, there just ahead him, maybe only a few feet away was a light, the size of the tip of a pin, barely visible, the lights then disappeared. Not taking his eyes off that spot, with a horrible gut feeling rising in his chest, he reached out for Lumalee “Lumalee why did you-“ Lumalee appeared in front of him “my powers aren’t infinite!” He explained “it’ll take time to charge it back up....” without another word, Mario pushed passed him, brushing away the snow as he slid in that direction. Finally. He felt something. Small, soft and squishy. Mario’s smile grew bigger when he saw a familiar green shirt and blue overalls. Luigi. Mario let out an almost sobbing laugh as he nuzzled his brother to his cheek. Mario pulled back in shock, Luigi was ice cold, his skin blue, his eyes closed and his body, if it weren’t for the blizzards now dying down winds, he would probably seem completely motionless. Mario’s breath hitched as he pressed his pinkie to Luigi’s small chest, he was to small to feel anything and when Mario put his finger under his nose, he couldn’t tell if it was Luigi breathing or the wind around them, Mario could only hope. He picked Luigi’s hat up and put it on Lumalee, Lumalee looked up confused “warm yourself up. Get your powers back” Mario smiled. Lumalee seemed hesitant at first but then gave in and simply nodded. Mario quickly unbuttoned his collar and very gently slid Luigi down his chest. Mario gasped then winced when he felt his “little” brother slide down like an ice cube to his chest. Mario’s heart was pounding, adrenaline still coursing through his veins, he hoped it was enough to warm Luigi up. Mario was so focused on Luigi he didn’t even realise his body went on autopilot, his legs carrying him to the frosty warp pipe. Lumalee smiled as if to say ‘well bye!’ But instead Mario scooped him up along with Luigi’s hat. A silent plea to come with him and take turns watching Luigi. Lumalee rolled his eyes with a sigh and nodded. Mario smiled back grateful and they hopped into the warp pipe together. -to be continued.

[sweetest-honeybee]

Bloop, Janus angst

[tteokdoroki]

waves that hurt | k.bakugou + i.midoriya.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader x izuku midoriya.

♡ word count: 3.04K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, hurt, angst and comfort.

♡ summary: dark days mean dark waves that crash across your mind, intrusive and mean the waves pull you under— but they are the helping hands that pull you up and let you breathe.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy tw for depression, intrusive thoughts and self depreciation, self doubt and low self-worth. this fic is written mostly from personal experiences and may not be accurate to how everyone feels! mentions of therapy.

♡ author’s note(s):  this is my contribution to @doinmybesthere​ ‘s mental health awareness collab, this is kinda personal to me and something i experienced recently!! i hope it can provide some comfort to anyone out there, please don’t forget to check out everyone else’s works and i hope you’re all safe ‘n well <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

“kacchan, it’s much worse this time, i really think you should come home early tonight.”

deku whispers into the phone, his marred hands rub slow and soothing circles into your back from over the duvet— you can feel his warmth, light and airy through it but he feels and sounds much further away. a million miles across a dark ocean that trickles through your thoughts, intrusive and mean, keeping you under and away from clear air.

you wouldn’t want to pull him into this, bother him with the way you drown in dark thoughts— so you pull away from your boyfriend and tuck yourself away into the sheets.

izuku doesn’t retract his hand even as you pull away, listening to katsuki grunt orders down the phone— make sure yn’s eaten, make sure yn’s had water. basic things you should be able to do on your own but can’t, paralysed by the anxiety and depression that clamps down on you like a vice and refuses to let you up so you can just breathe. you want to breathe and not feel like the world is crashing down on you, to have a second to yourself where everything seems like it’s okay.

brushing fingers over the nape of your neck, toying with the coils of your baby hairs, your boyfriend speaks, only gently. “baby,” says quietly, his weight causing the bed to dip. “katsuki will be home soon, do you want to come with me to let him in?” you shrug, a sick feeling twisting in your gut. you see the black tendrils and waves in the back of your mind, bringing forth a new batch of ugly words that force you down. are you really that much of a burden these days that katsuki has to call it quits on work for you? “how are you feeling?”

you don’t know, you don’t know how to tell him that every thought you have hurts and there’s a pain in your chest with every breath you take. “i don’t know, it’s just...bad izu…” you want to explain how you feel deep inside, but the words are trapped like balls of tar in your throat— fear that if you say something he’ll walk away.

“you don’t have to say anything, don’t force yourself to…” he speaks with a soft voice, cotton to your ears in an attempt to soothe you. you can just about feel the clean air flowing through your lungs at the sound— it tells you he loves you, no matter what and you almost believe it before sinking back under. “let’s get you some water okay? wouldn’t want kacchan scolding us would we?”

the joke hangs in the murky and heavy air for a few seconds before you muster a small smile— your green haired boyfriend lets out a tiny sigh of relief and pressed a kiss into your hairline, the affection simmers under your skin and briefly brings light to your dark mind as izuku starts leading you to the kitchen.

you’re curled up in izuku’s lap when the front door pops open with a click— signifying your other boyfriend had arrived home. you flinch, hiding yourself in the blankets keeping you warm and locking away the dark thoughts from the eyes of your lovers.

part of you hated them seeing you this way, that’s why you forced yourself to keep everything away from them— but they knew, they always did and always came to your rescue. you didn’t want them to feel like they had to look after you when the days were bad and draining and your mind took hold of everything that you felt. you didn’t need the weight of your own problems on the shoulders of two pro heroes who had enough to deal with.

in the end, you would destroy them like you did with yourself.

you can hear katsuki shedding his gear by the door, feeling his intense and heated presence flood the room and barely penetrate the barrier you created for yourself even while you lay in izuku’s arms. for as long as you’d known the two— even from back in your U.A days, bakugou had hated self-pity, of course in recent years he’d cooled down a little and spoke less on the actions of others but even still, you weren’t sure if you could handle him looking down on you for looking down on yourself and for feeling this way.

the blanket is suddenly lifted from your head, momentarily blinding you with the overwhelming light that is your boyfriend, katsuki bakugou. a twinkle of concern lines his ruby eyes and you can see traces of his charcoal eyeliner that he usually smudges underneath his mask— he’s so beautiful but you’re afraid of the twitches of worry, afraid that he’s mad at you for being the way you are.

“hey honey,” bakugou hums, crouching to your level to cup your cheeks, stress bleeding from his body when you nuzzle into him.

izuku gives you a squeeze, an encouraging one and you nod. “hi,” is all you can muster, afraid of blurting the intrusive words that crackle across your brain.

katsuki sits back on his haunches, looking between you and his boyfriend before he attempts to kick off his shoes. the room is full of a thick, ugly quietness that you know you’re responsible for— they don’t have to say anything, you know that it’s you. because when you’re like this it’s hard for bakugou and midoriya to talk, afraid that they’ll say something to set you off and you afraid that they’ll leave if they knew how you really felt. how trapped and alone you felt inside, how the twisted darkness added tones to your vibes and dragged you down with every step that you took.

they don’t need to say it because it flows from your body like a rushing river and drowns them, fills their lungs and it’s your fault for infecting them with your own bitter taste of life.

“have you eaten?” the blonde of the two boys asks, looking you dead in the eye. you want to answer, but again the viscous back from earlier starts to flood through your body. you try to take care of yourself of these days where you feel it the hardest, but it’s difficult to move and to breathe— and the drive to complete even the simplest of tasks is barely ever there.

you move to speak, caught up in the thick smog of your own brain when izuku gives your body a squeeze and shakes his head, the forest of his hair brushing against your cheek. “you’ve had water, right?” izuku has no problem answering for you. “but nothing to eat,” he whispers, keeping his voice low as if to hide his worry from you— it’s light in his tone but tremors throughout the number one’s body. you feel sick for making him feel that way.

katsuki’s gaze shifts back from his boyfriend to you, his expression unreadable because he knows how you get if they worry too much about you. you’re thankful, partly for that at least, his blank face prevents your mind from reading too deep into things and blaming yourself for things out of your own control.

“‘m makin’ your favourite for dinner. you’ll eat it, no questions asked.” the explosive pro hero states firmly, rising from his place crouched down by your side, obviously not before thumbing over your cheeks to wipe away evidence of your dried tears. “gonna run you a bath too, damn nerd better get you upstairs and ready by the time it’s done.” deku’s chest rumbles with a light hearted chuckle beneath you, lifting the heavy weight of the air within the room— bakugou had always loved brashly, with a fiery intensity that hardly left room for the answer ‘no’, and while izuku was more tame, they balanced one another out in a way that felt more like a warm hug than a battle. they grounded you, in the best of ways.

true to his disgruntled words, your blonde headed boyfriend runs you a hot bath. you don’t miss the addition of lavender oil to the perfectly warm water, the baking soda which you’re sure he only knew to add because his mother had said it would remove the demon spawn toxins in his body. izuku is the one to help you strip, holds your hands as you kick off gross comfort clothes and folds them away, after pressing kisses to your groggy face and chin.

it’s almost funny to see the two biggest and beefiest pro heroes sit on your bathroom floor crossed legged and beside the tub— both of them taking up the majority of the room. you know for a fact that no one would believe the sight unless they saw it, but they’re there. both of them, izuku midoriya and bakugou katsuki are with you encompassed in the silence while you wash away the ugly words that plague your mind and fill the pores of your skin.

they’re still there.

even as sweet lavender water moves in soft waves over your bare body, while black ink moves in the same way across your brain— tattooing self-depreciating thoughts into every inch. you’re not worth their time, they say, you’re wasting it. because how could their precious time be put to good use if you’re taking it up, they could be saving people but instead your boyfriends are here, drowning in your own darkness.

they’re still fucking here.

when they could be out there saving the people who needed it, who were suffering out there in the world outside of your home.

and the suds against your body, the warm water sloshing over your thighs isn’t enough to get rid of the burning sensation of vile phrases printing themselves against your body and clouding every thought that you think. toxic, mean and nasty things you can’t scrub away— none of it is enough to make you feel like you deserve bakugou tenderly lathering you up with the rose scented soap his mother had sent you for christmas or the sips of cool water midoriya brings to your lips in order to prevent you from overheating in the steam of the bathroom.

deku catches the painful twist in your face, pausing his movements to study you. “whaddya need?” you need it to stop, to find something to replace the pain and doubts that fill you.

“water, hotter,” you croak quietly, tears building up in the base of your throat as katsuki catches on and flicks the tap for a stream of hot water to fill the tub. “please,”

they tell you to let them know when to stop if the heat gets too much, but the scalding water burns away any reminders of the self loathing you feel across every inch of your mind, your body and your soul. it stings at the darkness in a way that’s painfully soothing and maybe if you sink under— it could stop hurting completely. if you could slide deeper into the water, would the waves of darkness not crash so hard?

and then the damn breaks, like a tsunami the guilt and anguish you feel crashes over your body and takes control, leaving you fighting for oxygen in the form of your happiness.

everything that you’d been holding back flows freely in salty tears from tired eyes, scorching a path down the apples of your cheeks and mingling with the contents of the tub below. your boys, they don’t notice at first, how you cry and curl in on yourself until you think the world won’t notice you anymore but then just as they always do, they’re pulling you into their warmth and bubble of light— freeing you from black intrusive tendrils even if it means they have to crawl into the tub and wade their through the ocean you’ve made to set yourselves apart.

“don’t—!” you heave with an uneven voice, signs of you falling apart evident in every way. bakugou and deku pull away from you slowly, with dripping shirts and worry written across freckled faces and red eyes. they’re scared for you, hate seeing you force your feelings down and away from them. “please don’t touch me—you’ll—“

the water in the bathtub sloshes from where you retract from their touch, backing yourself up against the wall and away from your boys. “we’ll what?” izuku presses but only gently, keeping you afloat, stopping you from sinking and bakugou stays put in his place, letting the latter talk you down.

you shake your head, trying to think of the right words but it’s hard to, with the crashing waves heavy against your ears. how do you tell your lovers that everything hurts, to think and to feel, to live day by day. you don’t want to bother them with and an extra stress to their busy lives. but you can’t keep it in any longer, bursting at the seams. “you’ll drown. i-if i touch you, i’ll pull you under, you’ll drown with me and you won’t be able to breathe and all those horrible things that i think about will burn in your lungs until you give up fighting like me,” your tears and hiccups interrupt your words, but they listen. bakugou and deku, they listen and they stay.

“yn—“

“because if you do, then all that i feel will be a burden to you— i’ll break in ways that can’t be fixed and you’ll be forced to pick up the pieces and i’ll just be a burden,” you continue, not even pausing to take a breath while you continue to cry. “if you stay to pick up the pieces, you’ll be taken away from people who need you, who are worth saving, and can be helped and—“

you can’t recount how many nights, similar to this in which you wondered why and how two pro heroes could want and love you, why they dealt with your down days that sometimes outnumbered the ups— even if they’d shown you how much they cared, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as if your sadness took up their time to save someone else.

“you can be helped, yn. you don’t have to go what you’re going through alone, you’re worth the time and the effort of helping, no one deserves to suffer,” the green haired of your two boyfriends cuts through the tail ends of your words, still keeping distance until he knows it’s safe to touch you again. there is no look of condescending pity on his face, no sign to show you’ve pulled him into the dark of your mind. it’s just izuku, trying to help you pull through.

you look to katsuki hesitantly, he hasn’t said a word. “but i don’t want to be seen as...as weak, or to worry you because i can’t get out of my own head—“

“y’not fuckin’ weak, we’d never think that of you. we see you try to hide your pain, pretend things don’t get to you when they do. but fuckin’ handlin’ things on ya own can make y’stronger than any two heroes combined,” a look of anger flashes across his features, finer with age and tired with work. but bakugou isn’t angry with you, but with himself for leading you to believe that you were an extra weight on his shoulders. both of their shoulders. “yer not gonna get rid of us or scare us away, we love ya, we’re here for ya ‘n if it’s help that you need or think yer not worthy of, we’ll find some. it’s okay t’ask for help.”

maybe it’s hearing it from someone else, that your pain and your depression is valid, that you’re not an extra weight on the people you love that allows you to come up from a tar-like ocean for fresh air in your lungs, for the waves to calm and the storm raging in your mind to soothe. maybe it’s the two of your boyfriends being there for you despite the fear that you’d scare them away with not being okay that washes away some of the awful things you think.

you know that their support won’t make things go away over night, that it will take time for you to heal but for now you can keep your head above the water just long enough to breathe.

“can i touch you now? is it okay?” deku asks, feeling less distant from you than at the start of the day, but as your body shakes with the last of your tears all you manage is a nod before the number one hero is pulling you into his chest from the tub and the number two is wrapping a towel and his arms around you.

you sit sandwiched between the two, they keep you at the surface— holding you tight while you let out what you’ve been holding back. “we can get some help if y’want it, the doctors...therapy might be nerve wrackin’...scary even, but it can help and we’ll be there every single step of the fuckin’ way,” katsuki reasures you with pets to your head, rocking you back and forth on your bathroom floor, steam clinging to the air that you can finally breathe.

izuku nods along in agreement, pressing kisses to your wet hairline. “we’ll be here. you won’t be alone.”

the murkiness of the water in your mind starts to clear, but only just— their warmth starts to push through the clouds like sunshine brushing against your skin. a light to the dark that's plagued your every waking moment, the waves no longer crash and destroy but instead lap comfortingly at your painful thoughts and tame them just enough for you to have a moment of clarity.

you don’t have to be alone or millions of miles away, you deserve the hands of your loved ones that offer you help instead of pushing them away. the process of healing and things like therapy or meds will be hard sometimes, but katsuki and izuku will be here by your side, to help you manage days where darkness rolls in waves that hurt and help you breathe once again.

[sweetyyhippyy]

Versace on the Floor. Spencer Reid x Reader.

(Not my gif.)

Summary: After JJ and Will’s wedding, Spencer is in the mood. Spencer and reader to home and have a romantic night of sex.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Tw: Not for readers under 18! Teasing, heavy making out, mentions of alcohol, fingering, calling Spencer daddy, lots of praising, cream pie, language.

Word count: 3.2k

A.N.: So this is based around the song Versace on the Floor by Bruno Mars. I fee like I’m kinda bad at song based fics but I had to do this 😅 I hope you enjoy!! Italicized and indented lines are the song!

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Let's take our time tonight, girl Above us all the stars are watchin' There's no place I'd rather be in this world Your eyes are where I'm lost in Underneath the chandelier We're dancin' all alone There's no reason to hide What we're feelin' inside Right now

The team watched, hearts full and smiles on their faces as JJ and Will stood under the beautiful flower altar, exchanging their vows and wedding rings with Henry between them.

Spencer wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body and pressing a kiss to your head. You melt into his side and rest your head on his shoulder, the perfect little shelf for you. You could feel his thumb slowly going back and forth against your side making you shiver and give him a look out of the corner of your eye.

As Will and JJ kiss, everyone claps and cheers, the officiator announcing them officially as husband and wife.

There was a beautiful dinner planned, full of lots of white wine for toasting and drinking, and lots of talking, laughing and good times. The whole dinner, Spencer’s hand never left your thigh, it was completely innocent as far as where his hand was placed, but she knew that he had other intentions deep down.

There was a bit of back and forth teasing while the two of you got ready for the wedding. He knew what seed you were planting when you asked Spencer if he could see any panty lines on your dress, and when he said yes, you slid your panties off immediately, and walked out of the room, making Spencer's head spin. To get his revenge on you in the least obvious way possible, he kept his hands on your waist the entire time you tied his bowtie, giving you a squeeze here and there until you finished. You already had a thing for ties in general, and for some reason it got you going when he let you tie his tie for him.

You held your hand out to Spencer, standing up from your chair. “Come dance with me?”

Spencer smiles up at you and takes your hand, leading to the makeshift dance floor in Rossi’s backyard, the yard lit up by beautiful lantern lights up above them.

You wrap both your arms around his neck, both of you lovingly looking into each other’s eyes as you sway back and forth to the soft music playing in the back.

“You are so beautiful, you know that?” Spencer says warmly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, handsome.” You reply, gingerly kissing his lips.

The hold you two had turned into Spencer hugging you against him tightly, his head resting on your shoulder in turn. It was as if nobody else was around at the moment, in their mind it was just the two of them holding one another in complete bliss.

“You know I only want you, baby? I want you for the rest of my life.” Spencer says in your ear.

You let out a breathy laugh and rub your nails against his back. “You only want me? Forever? Are you sure? Forever is a long time, Spence.”

Spencer lifts his head up and looks into your eyes, his heart fluttering as you stare back at him. “Yes, I have never been so sure about anything.”

“Well I want you forever. If you think you can handle and keep up with me forever.”

Spencer bites his bottom lip to fight the smile threatening to surface. “The real question is whether or not you can handle me forever, pretty girl.”

“Why don’t we find out? You want to get out of here?”

Spencer nods his head and both of you go around the party saying bye to the rest of the team before walking out to their car. Before you get in the car, you feel Spencer come behind you, wrapping himself around your body, dropping his head down to kiss your bare shoulder.

“Starting off with a taste of what I’m going to get tonight?” You remark, your eyes fluttering closed as he continues to pepper your skin with his lips.

“I can’t help it.” He says simply.

“The sooner we get home is the sooner we can play.”

Spencer pulls back from your skin and opens the car door for you, closing it once you settle in the seat.

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So baby let's just turn down the lights And close the door Oooh I love that dress But you won't need it anymore No you won't need it no more Let's just kiss 'til we're naked, baby Versace on the floor

Spencer wanted to pounce on you the second you walked through the doorway into the house you two shared, and have his way with you on the couch, the kitchen counter, even on the dining room table. But his hands instead found their way to your hips as you walked through the hallway, pulling your back against his chest, his hands clinging to your body tightly.

“I love you.” He rasps, kissing the spot below your ear.

“I love you more.”

You walk into the bedroom together, Spencer still wrapped around your waist as he kicks the door behind you shut. His fingers find the straps of your dress and pull them down your shoulder, not missing an inch of skin with his lips. Your whole body shivered as you felt the stubble on his face rub against your skin, loving how it scratched against you.

“I do love that dress, and how it looks on your body, pretty girl.” He whispers, his hands raking over your body as he feels your entire torso. “But I think it’ll look even better on the floor.”

You hum in response, reaching your arm up to find his hair and wrap your fingers around the curls. Your whole body was buzzing; from the alcohol you were drinking earlier as well as Spencer’s touch, as the soft kisses continued in the middle of the room, there was nothing that you loved more than how soft Spencer could be with you.

Spencer pulls his head back and ushers you to the bed, instructing you to lay down and wait for him.

You watched as he kicked his shoes off and walked over to the dresser on the other side of the room, pulling the lighter out and lighting the plethora of candles you had one by one. The dark room lit up dimly as Spencer strategically placed the candles on both sides of their bedside tables. You smile as Spencer walks back to the bed, crawling up to you and dropping his head down to kiss your lips again.

Both of you were rolling around the bed, making out, heavily with one another. You managed to wrap your legs around Spencer’s waist, bringing him closer to you as he started to press his crotch against you, feeling how painfully hard he already was.

“I want you so bad, pretty girl.” Spencer whispers.

“I want you too, but I really want you naked. Sit up, babe.” You say, unraveling your legs from him.

He quickly gets up, watching as you pull at his bow tie and throw it off to the side of the bed. You slowly undo his buttons, your eyes not detouring from his. Once you reach the last button, you tug the white button up shirt up out of his pants and throw it out of the way too, leaving him in just his pants.

“You are so handsome, Spencer. I can’t believe you love me.” You praise, touching his body lightly.

“I should be the one saying that I can’t believe you love me. I’m so lucky.” His eyes were soft as he looked down at you. “Tonight is going to be about you, okay? I’m going to take care of you.”

You nod your head and pull him back down to kiss you. You two could have gladly kissed all night, but it was inevitable that with all of the touching and the clothes coming off that things were going to get hot and heavy.

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Oooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl I unzip the back to watch it fall While I kiss your neck and shoulders

“Sit on the edge of the bed.” You instruct, rolling off the bed.

Spencer follows your directions happily, sitting right at the edge of the bed and glues his eyes on you as you hook your phone up to the speaker and start a playlist you and Spencer had come up with for sexy time. He couldn’t help but take his cock in his hand and begin to stoke it as you took your hair down out of its bun and let your hair fall down your back and scratch your scalp softly.

You finally walk over to Spencer, putting both of your hands on his thighs and pressing a light kiss to his lips. “You want me to strip for you?” You ask, making soft eyes at him.

Spencer nods his head quickly, licking his lips. His mind was mush, there was no way he could form actual, coherent words. His IQ was no longer 187, he was lucky if it was at 18 at this moment. You two had been a couple for 5 years and it still made him giddy to see you naked.

You smile at him before you turn around, swaying your hips to the beat of the music playing in the back, dropping down low into Spencer’s bare lap and teasing his throbbing cock by slowly grazing over it with your ass.

Spencer had never been more focused on anything in his life as hard as he was focused on your whole body. He watched the way you pushed your hair to one side of your shoulder and turned your head back to look at him as you danced. You were mouthing the words to the song with a sexy smile on your face. Your eyes were soft and innocent, but he could almost see the fire deep in them; the same fire that was in them every time you two got hot and heavy.

Spencer’s hands travel up your back, taking the zipper and pulling it down slowly as you grind against his lap. Once he hits the base of the zipper he slides the top down your chest and stops at your stomach. “Stand up, sweetheart.”

You stand up, your back still turned to him. Spencer helps you slide the dress off your torso and lets it fall and pool at your feet. Immediately his lips ghost against your neck, biting softly at the skin as he travels to your shoulder, his thumb stroking the other side. His hand cups one of your breasts, stroking your nipple to make it hard.

You giggle as his fingers continue to play with your nipple, your eyes fluttering closed. “That feels good.” You hum.

“You know what’ll feel even better?” Spencer whispers in your ear, pressing one more kiss to your cheek. His fingertips drag down your bare stomach, slowly trailing down to your pussy, not yet touching your clit but rubbing the skin just above it.

“Spence.” You whine, melting into his body. “More, please.”

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” He responds, sliding his fingers into your folds and massaging your clit slowly.  

“Fuck.” You shakily moan, gripping his arm and digging your nails into his skin. “That feels so fucking good.”

“Do you want me to make you cum, pretty girl? You want daddy to make you cum?”

You moan at the bedroom name, nodding your head in response. “Yes. Yes, keep touching me, make me cum, daddy.” You emphasize the name, moaning it out loudly.

“You want to marry me? You love me that much to spend the rest of your life with me? Be my wife?”

You didn’t know where this was coming from, and maybe it was the endorphins swimming around in your head from all the touch, or maybe it was the wine, but the thought sounded nice. “And if I do?” You respond.

“I will propose to you right now, y/n.”

You were in pure ecstasy as Spencer’s pace picked up on your clit, the sound of how wet you were against his fingers filled the room and was beyond obscene. The knot in your stomach tightened as you felt your pussy clench harshly, you were close and Spencer showed no signs of mercy.

“Spence, I’m going to cum.” You whimper, grinding your core against him to get more friction. “I’m going to cum.” You repeat.

“Go ahead, pretty girl. Cum on my fingers.”

With a few more circles around your clit, your body explodes, loud pleasurable moans falling from your mouth as you try to stay up against Spencer. You whine his name repeatedly, incoherently spouting “I love yous” as you come down from your high.

Spencer’s circles around your clit become lighter and more lazy as he feels you relax against him. “That’s my girl.” Spencer coos, kissing your cheek. “On the bed.”

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No don't be afraid to show it off I'll be right here ready to hold you Girl you know you're perfect from Your head down to your heels

You watch as he pumps his cock a few times before throwing your legs up onto his shoulders. You take the shaft of his cock into your hand and rub it against your clit, both of you moaning in unison.

“Spence.” You breathe out, running your free hand up his arm and over his bare chest, running your fingertips down to his stomach. “Baby I love you.”

He drops his head down, kissing your bare skin, holding your hips firmly and worshipping your body. “You are so perfect, sweetheart. Every single inch of you is flawless.” Spencer coos.

“Fuck me, Spencer, please.” You beg, you couldn’t take the teasing anymore, you needed him.

Spencer finally slides into you, taking a minute to gather his thoughts as he feels how soft and wet you were for him. He lays on top of you, thrusting in a staggered pace. He puts his arm under you, holding you close to his chest as he rutt into you harshly, finding a good pace once the clouds dispersed in his brain.

Your hand finds their way to his curls, holding his head close to your neck. The way his breath felt against your skin sent shivers down your spine. And his choked back moans sounded like music to your ears. You wanted this moment to last forever, you wanted to last forever with Spencer.

Spencer sits up onto his knees, not daring to pull out of you as he settles, pushing your legs back against you, gripping your thigh tightly. “You want to be mine?” Spencer asks, his eyes focused on hours.

“I already am yours, Spencer. I’m your girl.” You sputter out.

“You know what I mean, pretty girl.”

“Spencer Reid, I know you’re not proposing to me while you are fucking me.” You tease, giving him a laugh.

Spencer smiles down at you, licking his bottom lip. “No never.” He remarks. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing it slowly.  

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Can you feel it, baby? It's warmin' up Oh, seems like you're ready for more, more, more Let's just kiss 'til we're naked Versace on the floor

Your head rolls back on the pillow as you feel your walls flood around his cock. “Fuck daddy, that feels so… fucking good, please don’t stop.” You plead, taking his free hand and leading it to your throat. Even though you two were having a change of pace with slow romantic sex, you still needed a bit of roughness in the mix.

Spencer’s hand clenches around your throat softly, watching as you open your mouth slightly and gasp at the feeling.

“Harder, it’s okay.” You moan.

Spencer obliges, applying more pressure to your neck and to your clit. You were a mess underneath him, eyes rolled back in your head and loud whimpering moans filling the room along with his skin slapping against yours.

“You’re going to make me cum again.” You pant out, sinking your nails into his thigh. “I want to-fuck-cum on your cock, daddy, I want you to feel it.”

“Yeah, pretty girl, yeah cum on my cock. I love how it feels when you clench around me.”

All it takes is a few more thrusts before you fall apart under him, whimpering as Spencer still was rubbing your now sensitive clit, making you jump at the sensitivity. Spencer lets go of your throat and lightly rubs it.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, sweetheart.” Spencer grunts, feeling how well you clenched around his cock and how sexy his name sounded as you moaned it out. He could feel his own end coming close. His mind raced as he tried to fight his orgasm back, trying to last a little longer for you, but he was too far gone.

You watched as Spencer’s face softened, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth falling open as he ruts into you harder. “Cum in me, daddy please. I want it in me, fuck please.” You beg, wrapping your legs back around him.

Spencer drops his body onto yours, his head settling in between your shoulder and neck, he was just as much a mess as you were moments ago. He kisses your skin again as you feel him spill into you, letting out a throaty grunt.

Both of you lay there, drunk on each other still. You rub his back that was slightly coated in sweat, waiting for him to come back to life.

“Baby, are you alive?” You poke, combing his hair back on his head.

Spencer laughs and picks his head up resting it on your forehead. “I’m good. Are you?”

You kiss his lips and nod your head. “I’m very good. Let’s get cleaned up, we need our cuddles.”

You both head to the bathroom to clean up, Spencer still being very touchy, feely with you as you washed your face after using the bathroom. You stare back at him through the mirror with a smile on your face.

Spencer chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist. “What?”

“Ask me.”

Spencer cocks his head to the side, much like a puppy, and gives you a confused look.

“Ask you?”

You nod your head and turn around. “Ask me what you wanted to ask me while we were having sex… unless you didn’t mean it.”

“No, no, no, baby I-I meant it. I was just confused. Just, hold on. Wait here.” Spencer leaves the bathroom and walks back to the bedroom.

You don’t listen to him and follow him out to the bedroom, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and a big shirt and slipping it on your body.

Spencer pops out of the closet with something in his hand. “I thought I told you to stay?” Cocking his eyebrow at you.

You grin and sit on the bed. “You know I’m not a very good listener.”

Spencer walks over with a smile on his face, sitting on the edge of the bed near you. “I love you with my whole heart, y/n. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life, maybe even longer. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life, sweetheart. Will you marry me?” Spencer opens the velvet box revealing a ring.

“Wait, did you have this ring the whole time?” You ask.

“I’ve had it for about a month. I’ve been trying to find the right time to do it. But then the case ran so long and I forgot the box here. I didn’t think I would be proposing to you after sex but here we are.” He laughs. “So will you?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” You whisper, kissing his lips deeply.

Spencer smiles at you, removing the ring from the box and slipping it on your ring finger. “It looks good.”

“You know, we need to celebrate the fact that we’re engaged.” You smile deviously at him.

“You can go again?” Spencer asks in disbelief.

“Get a girlfriend with a high sex drive, they said.” You say, crawling up into his lap and straddling him. “It’ll be so much fun, they said.” You tease, kissing him again. 

[seiyasabi]

A Shifter’s Dream

(This is a Yandere Bunny-Shifter N’Doul x Female Reader story :P Plz proceed w caution 

TW: !Noncon!, breeding kink!, hella cum!, he holds you down onto the mattress!, kinda sus bc u just turned 18, he deadass bites you, !pees on u in rabbit form, mounting!, mentions of euthanization of animals at the beginning!, etc..)

“-Mama, Mama!” Your voice echoes throughout the kitchen, as you hurry inside, hands clutching something protectively. Your mother turns, startled by your sudden appearance and anxious sounding voice. 

“What’s wrong? Did something happen? Did those neighbourhood boys bully you again?” Ever the mother hen, she frets over you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and taking a good look at you. 

Shaking your head, you lift your hands, showing the older woman a taupe coloured rabbit, “Look! Mrs. Ruitz next door is selling bunnies! She says this one is blind, so she hasn’t sold it, so she said she’d give him to me if you say yes! Please, please, please say yes! She said she’d put him down if he wasn’t sold,” Tears bead your eyes as you practically beg your mother, who doesn’t seem to have the heart to tell you ‘no’ at that moment. 

She sighs, weighing her options. You’re already ten, so you should be able to take care of him with minimal effort on her part… 

“I suppose that’s alright. You just have to promise me that you’ll take care of him!” You instantly perk up, a bright smile on your face. 

“I promise! I promise!” You hold the bun closer to your chest, practically rocking it in the process, “Thank you, Mama!” 

The older woman smiles once more, patting you goodnaturedly on the back, “Good. Now, let’s go talk to Mrs. Ruitz- we have no idea how to take care of it.” 

Walking across the street, your mother and your neighbour talk about your bunny’s proper care. It turns out, your bun is a male, who is previously named N’Doul. Not wanting to confuse the bunny, you decided to keep his unusual name, chattering away happily to him as you sat in the grass, barely listening to his care requirements. 

The bun listens intently to what you’re saying, relishing your gentle hold around him. 

He must be lucky, he thinks, to have found someone as lovely as you for a mate. 

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Eight years later, and you and your bun are still going strong. You’d recently moved into your own apartment, trying out adult life as you start college. 

Today is your birthday, officially making you an adult. 

The day was filled with festivities: your mom made you your favourite breakfast in bed (scaring you half to death- apparently she has a copy of your apartment key), your friends took you out shopping, and your mom took you to a birthday dinner. All in all, it was a great day! 

But, a certain bun was seemingly more excited than you were for your birthday, because he seemingly peed himself in excitement the moment you picked him up. Lightly scolding him, you set him down on his rabbit bed that you made him, “‘Doul, what the heck man!” You laugh a little, remembering back to when he was but a teeny kit, “You’re not a baby anymore, bubs, you can’t just pee on me!” The bun is surprisingly smart, allowing you to let him mosy around your house (now your own apartment that you saved up for for years). After he figures out the layout, he’s able to figure out where his pee pad is, along with his grass bed, actual bed, and food/drink area. He is also able to hear where you are, allowing him to cutely hop after you if you’re not already carrying him. 

Going to the bathroom to wash your hands, you hear his barely audible pawsteps behind you, “It’s okay, ‘Doul, I’m just gonna clean myself off, okay?” Flipping on your faucet, you get your hands nice and wet, before you pump some soap onto your hands, and start scrubbing, “Maybe I should shower now, since I’m already here…” You trail off when you feel you bun settle himself on your foot. 

Glancing down, you catch him just in time, as he starts to hump you. Gasping in surprise, you try to gently shake him off, but that seemingly just gets himself off faster, as you feel a foreign wetness against your skin, “What the fuck? Are you serious, N’Doul?!” Annoyed with the way he’s suddenly acting, once you finish washing your hands, you reach down, and scoop the bun up, “That’s not cool, bro. Because of that, you can wait in my room while I shower.” 

Plopping him in his bunny bed, you turn on your heel, and hurry back into the bathroom, closing the door before he can follow you inside. 

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Stepping out of your shower, you wrap yourself securely with your plush towel. Not bothering to wipe off the steam from your mirror, you bust out of the bathroom, only to be greeted with your now empty room. The door leading to the hallway is wide open, and your bunny is nowhere to be seen. Completely stupefied, you have no idea how to respond. Did the bun hop up high enough to hit the handle? That should be impossible! A Holland Lop is big, but not that big! 

“N’Doul? Bun? Where on Earth did you go?” Deeming your bunny’s safety higher than you changing into clothing, you quickly move out of your room clad in only your towel. 

You go room by room, searching frantically for your beloved pet. He has to be here somewhere! 

So, when you finally make it to your living room/kitchen, you let out a yell of fear. There, on your couch, is a naked, bunny eared, buff man who’s humping into your previously used panties, “Who the hell are you! Get the fuck out of my house!” Reaching for the baseball bat in the hallway, you hold it up with one hand threateningly, the other currently holding your towel. 

A deep, rumbling laugh is heard from the mysterious man, who then tosses aside your soiled panties, “Don't be like that, Love. Your N’Doul only getting myself ready for you.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about? And what did you do with my bunny?” He chuckles, relishing your cute reaction. 

“I’m your bunny, (Your Name). I’m N’Doul.”

“The hell you are! Get out, before I bash your skull in!” He stands to his feet, completely towering over you. Gulping in fear, you move backwards, but then you notice his eyes. They’re the same milky white your bun has, “I-I’m warning you! Stay away from me, you creep!” 

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, showing how large his hands are compared to yours, “I’m not going to hurt you- I wouldn’t be a good mate if I did.” 

Without thinking, you chuck your baseball bat at his bunny-eared head, before turning and running to your room. You hear the metal bat make contact, along with a yelp of pain. Locking your door behind you, you search your room for your car keys. Not long after you dump out your purse in pursuit of your keys, you hear loud footsteps thumping towards you. 

A loud bang echoes throughout the room, as the man’s hit practically shakes the foundation of the wall, “Open the door, (Your Name)! Open it right now!” He sounds angry, and when you don’t respond fast enough, he starts trying to break down the door, his muscled body practically bending the thin wood with each body slam. 

Screaming in fear, you start to cry. Thick tears drip down your face, as you plead with him to stop, “I-I don’t want to! Get out of my house!” 

With one last mighty slam, the humanized N’Doul breaks into your bedroom. His nose is bleeding from the bat hitting him in the face, but other than that, he’s completely unscathed. Hearing you cry, he immediately goes to shush you, “Don’t cry, Love. Now that you’re considered an adult in your species, we can finally begin our life together.”

To his chagrin, you continue to sob, completely scared out of your mind, “No! Get out! Stop pretending to be my bunny, it’s weird!” He approaches you slowly, his much bigger form slightly bumping into a few pieces of furniture. This gives you enough time to make a break for it. 

You try to round his form, almost making it to what’s left of your bedroom door, only to be stopped by a meaty arm practically slamming you onto your bed. Trying to get up, you quickly realise that escape is impossible, as his muscular legs practically trap you against your mattress. He uses his weight to hold you down, as he bites into your neck, trying to make you submit. 

“Shh, stop resisting me, my Love. I promise that I’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives,” He continues to bite at you, as your screams are muffled into your sheets. 

His large hands rip your towel off of you, exposing your slightly wet body to his prying fingers. The rough pads of his fingers rub at your erect nipples and unprepared slit, trying to get you as wet as possible. 

“You’ll be a wonderful mother, I can tell you were made for this,” His cock head bumps against your tight entrance, forcing itself in as you scream. 

He starts a breakneck pace almost immediately, relishing how your walls massage him so sinfully- as if you were made for only him, his inexperienced fingers rub at your clit harshly, trying to make this as pleasurable for you as possible, 

Whilst this was happening, a bolt of pure pleasure shot up your spine, as he hit a certain gummy patch in your pussy, causing you to gush uncontrollably. Loud keens escape your gaping mouth, as his harsh ministrations are enough to almost make you cum immediately. 

“Fuck, your body accepts me so perfectly, Love. It’s like it knows I’m going to pump you full of kits,” He lightly slaps at your clit, causing you to seize up in orgasm, quickly throwing him over the edge as well. Hot, virile cum overflows your womb, his swimmers quickly inseminating you. But it’s not enough. N’Doul, moments after orgasm, bucks into you even harsher than before, wanting to push as much of his cum as possible inside of you, “My perfect mate, I love you so much! I knew you were the one for me from the first time I met you! Only the love of my life would accept me even with my blindness!” 

Still sensitive from before, the both of you hustle over the edge in mere moments, your release squirting all over the both of you. 

“We’re not stopping until I know that you're pregnant, my love. Our wonderful kits are such a good birthday present, no?”

[cinnamonest]

I’ve read most everything on your yandere Genshin chars but just got to Kaeya n the punishments and was pleasantly surprised by the back-door entry punishment and feel now safe to ask...

Are there other chars that would resort to this or maybe even be inclined towards anal? XD weirdly one of my biggest interests tbh besides breeding I don’t knooow whyy.

Oh same anon. It’s up there in my top kinks and I don’t talk bout anal enough it’s such a good kink, so I’m about to change that and give it appreciation, obvious tw for anal here

It's obviously a big thing for sadists of any kind. So basically, aside from Kaeya, Childe and Scara are both likely to get into it to some extent. Childe slightly less so than Kaeya, but both of them will use it as a form of punishment -- Childe is just slightly more prone to spanking than anal because it ignites our boy's weird fetish for violence a bit better. Whereas Kaeya's more of a horny bastard so punishments that have his dick in you in some way or another are the best.

Notably, Childe's more into actually warning you and making you squirm, listening to you beg and whimper and see you all scared, so he draws out the process before actually shoving his dick in. He's just mean about it, but he's big on verbal mockery to begin with -- tells you things like "don't worry, it only hurts a lot :)" or "it's ok, feel free to cry :)". Bastard. Also likes to hold you in positions so you can try to pull yourself off, that way he can just grab you and pull you back on.

Kaeya's more into it in a surprise sort of way, will just kinda get lube or cum all over your holes so you don't specifically know and kinda shove it in to your surprise. It's cute, your eyes go wide open and you squeal and scream and kick your feet and try to pull yourself off. He kinda forces you into positions where you can't move though, you have no choice but to just take it -- mating press, flat on your stomach, bent over and pressed against something so you can't move forward. He doesn’t mock you beforehand since he likes to catch you off guard, but laughs at your initial squealing and struggling and mocks you throughout, as well as after, thinks it’s cute how you can’t stand and how you hiss and whimper every time you sit down or move around.

Scara's similar but unfortunately for darling he'll also just fuck your poor ass at random too just because he feels like it because he likes watching you cry, or maybe is just mad and needs something to take it out on, which almost always ends up being you. He's definitely the roughest and the most likely candidate to pull the "yeah spit is perfectly acceptable lube" bullshit so it hurts the most. Also degrading about it.

Other notable candidates to actually do anal or get into it in some way, perhaps some surprisingly, would be Chongyun, Xiao, Razor, and Zhongli. The first three have a commonality where it's most likely an accident at first, fucking you too hard and accidentally slip out, try to shove their dick back in, and end up watching you squeal and pull back when their cock slips into the wrong hole.

Chongyun's is most likely during a manic episode, and only occurs during those episodes -- he's just fucking so hard and fast it ends up happening more than once. He apologizes afterwards, feels bad about it, but it keeps happening. Honestly it's something he genuinely likes, but his normal self doesn't want to hurt you, but the manic self is basically his "true" self without any inhibitions, so he doesn't hold back. He couldn’t really tell you why he likes it, it’s just hot.

Razor and Xiao are similar, it just is so so so tight and feels so good on their dick and once they've accidentally discovered it you'll wish they hadn't. Razor doesn't get the difference, will just kinda be like "oh, sorry" but keep fucking you. He just knows that it feels nice, but doesn't really have a preference, boy just needs his dick in a tight wet warm hole, and if it's in one or the other he's not gonna bother to take it out, just keeps fucking you. You’ll get used to it. Probably. 

Xiao might do it intentionally, it just feels so nice you know? It wouldn't click in his mind at first to use it for punishment purposes, but eventually seeing you squirm and cry he puts two and two together and it clicks and he realizes it's a good way to punish. But he doesn't draw it out or threaten you, just kinda shoves it in if he's mad. 

The most unfortunate part to both these boys is they don't get the difference so they fuck just as hard and fast and don't quite understand the concept of preparation and lube. They'll find some form of lube because they don't want to tear you (because then they couldn't keep fucking you you know?), but see no need to stretch you out beforehand.

And Zhongli might come as a bit of a surprise, but it's entirely punishment based and he's slower and gentle about it, but I mean, his dick is huge so no matter how prepared you are it's still gonna hurt like a bitch and be a very effective form of punishment. He has a unique form of how to handle offenses -- most come up with whatever they feel like on the spot, but he lays out early on a system of sorts, a mental chart of how different offenses are punished, scales of severity, basically "this offense is punished this way each time", very specific, right down to the number of spanks and the like. So you can't get out of it, because, well, you knew exactly what would happen, but you chose to do what you did anyway, so you should have been prepared for the consequences. Also, he gets really into plugs, especially ones with tails attached, probably has you wear one most of the time.

And finally Albedo gets super into it tbh and is the most likely candidate for lots of things. He's our gross boi. He's quiet about it, like the majority of his gross and sadistic tendencies, and this often, similar to Kaeya, results in you being very caught off guard and by surprise. Will literally just switch holes mid-fucking. If he *does* warn you, he's big fan of making you suck his dick and fingers to use it as lube beforehand. He does, thankfully, get a lot of it though, spits on your hole, likely uses actual lube a lot of the time, he likes the squelching and fluids. On the downside, since he's into all things gross or weird or less common, he gets into testing your poor ass's limits, seeing what the biggest size plug you can handle is, stretching you out, see how long you can hold things in. Also most likely candidate to get into weird things and shoving various objects in you - slimes, toys, inanimate objects etc. Also most likely candidate for painful things like figging or finding a way to make lube super cold, hot, tingly etc. And, finally, most likely candidate to completely cut you off from PIV for an extended period of time - instead of a one-time punishment, darling is looking at several days, even weeks of only anal. It's cute how you try to run away and all. And will definitely try to figure out a way to make you cum from it, too.

[peach-skull]

Forever yours

Forever yours

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

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tags/TW

Unprotected sex, dry humping, pregnancy mention, cumming inside, childhood friends to lovers, facesitting, shiggy being his nasty self, no quirks au, fluff adjacent 

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You would get a turn once he died. That’s how it was: That’s how it had been ever since you two were children. Tomura rarely died in video games, so if you wanted a turn you either had to whine until he gave in or wait until he was too focused to notice you take it from him until it was too late. However, you weren’t interested in video games today. You were interested in him. In his soft blue hair, his long, slender fingers, his beautiful crimson eyes. You were head over heels for your best friend since childhood, Tomura Shigaraki. It was a terrible,  roiling mixture of puppy love and sheer lust. You wanted to go on long walks and hold his hand. You also wanted him to bend you over a table and fuck you until your legs gave out. 

“ Tomu.”

He didn’t answer you, too absorbed in his game to pay attention to anything else. You huffed and tapped him with your foot.

“Tomura!”

Shigaraki muttered something unintelligible and paused his game, looking at you over his shoulder.

“ What do you want, (Y/N)?”

Showtime.

“ I have, uh, a personal question for you”

He grabbed an energy drink and took a sip.

“ Just ask it already.”

You needed to ask this casually. Like you couldn’t care less about the answer. Just making friendly conversation.

“ You’re still a virgin, right?”

He choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering as he tried to think of an answer. Who just asks shit like that?! You better not be making fun of him.

“ That’s none of your goddamn business,asshole.”

Based on his reaction alone, he had to be. You shrugged casually and adjusted one of your thigh-highs, smoothing your pleated skirt once it was back in position. You had worn them especially for him: you knew him long enough to know what he liked.

“ I’ll take that as a yes. So am I. I want to lose it but like, with the right person y’know? Not some rando, or like, a boyfriend who’ll sour the experience if we break up.”

You have never used ‘like’ in a sentence so many times in your life. Or used the word rando. 

“ so I was thinking, wouldn’t it be way easier to do it with someone you already trust? Like a close friend . so what if we, Y’know, helped each other ou-

SLAM. before you could even finish your question, Shigaraki had moved from the foot of the bed to the headboard, straddling you with his hands gripping above your head. 

He loomed above you, a massive cheshire grin plastered on his flushed face.

“ You aren’t fucking with me, right? You’re being serious? You actually wanna fuck?”

You didn’t expect him to be so enthusiastic about it. You thought he would decline, or accept in a less...intense manner. He was panting and leering and- was he seriously drooling? As if to answer your question, a drop of spit landed on your chest. Maybe a keyhole sweater wasn’t the best thing to wear today. 

“N-no, I'm not messing around, Tomu. I-I want… I want to have sex with you.”

Tomura quickly laid on top of you, pinning you down and shoving his tongue into your mouth. You had never been kissed before.  You tried to keep up with him, but he was just so rough that it was difficult to do so.You put your trembling hands oh his shoulders and tried to wiggle into a more comfortable position. He snickered and began to grind against your lap, completely misunderstanding what you were trying to do. You pushed his face away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. 

“ Get off for a second, I need to move my legs.”

Tomura rolled his eyes but did as you said, crawling backwards on all fours. More of a scuttle, really. You lifted your skirt and spread your legs, revealing your string-tie panties.  You didn’t even get the chance to tell him to come back before he pounced, rutting against your covered pussy and latching onto your neck. You could feel the seam of his jeans rubbing on your clit as he frantically humped you. It felt better than you thought it would: his weight on you, the teeth on your throat, the grind of his hard cock on your aching sex. You were getting close to the edge already, moaning and grabbing onto his hoodie as you  tried not to finish.

“T-Tomura! Please slow down, I- ah! I’m- I don’t want to cum from kissing! Please, just s-stop for a second!”

Goddammit, he was so close. It hurt to pull away from the warm embrace of your thighs, but he grit his teeth and did it anyways. You had a point: cumming from dry humping alone was a little pathetic. Shigaraki sat back on his heels and surveyed the damage.

Your skirt was pulled up past your stomach. One of your thigh highs had rolled all the way down to your ankle and your neck was covered in bruises. The hole in the chest of your sweater had slipped, exposing the top of your nipples. You weren’t wearing a bra. Holy shit, you weren’t wearing a bra. You had waltzed over to his house and sat on his bed in thigh highs and a sailor skirt and one of those sweaters with a boob window and NO FUCKING BRA. Tomura jumped off of the bed and pulled down his pants without bothering to unzip them. As you stared at the absolute monster of a cock that your best friend somehow had tucked away just moments ago, you only had one question on your mind.

“ um, Shiggy?”

You only called him that when you were particularly nervous. Tomura tore off his hoodie, his shirt going along with it and threw them both on the ground.

“ Why the hell is your dick so goddamn big?!”

 He looked down at his crotch as if he had absolutely no clue that his cock was roughly the size of a coke bottle. He looked at you and shrugged.

“ No idea. It’s always been like this, can I fuck your tits?”

He had to be joking.

“What?!”

“ Can you give me a titjob? Please?! I’m really close! It’ll take like two minutes, I swear!

If you weren’t madly in love with this man, you’d put him and his stupid horse cock in a shallow grave.

“ Yeah, yeah, just gimme a sec…”

He sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him, grinning wildly.

“ Lay down over here and put your boobs on my lap. This’ll be great,I swear.”

Shit, why did he have to be so cute?! You grumbled about various grievances you had with your friend and his dopey smile and that scar on his lips and and his stupid fucking fat dick as you got off his bed and walked over to where he was sitting. You stood in front of him and took off your sweater, chucking it into his face.

“ I swear to GOD if you choke me with that thing, I’ll bite it off. No head-pushing, Understand?”

He just smiled and nodded his head rapidly. 

You turned around and took your skirt off, bending over afterwards to roll up the rogue stocking that had decided to slip. While you were busy trying to keep the damn thing from falling again, Tomura grabbed the strings tying your panties together and tugged, undoing the bows and yanking them off of you.

“HEY!”

He held the underwear up to get a closer look. They were white and (f/c) striped, with lace and a little bow on top. Absolutely adorable. He was going to add them to his collection when you weren’t looking,but he just couldn't resist pressing his face into the damp fabric and inhaling deeply.

Was this motherfucker seriously sniffing your panties right in front of you?! You snatched the cloth away from him and threw them across the room, safe from his nasty clutches. For now.

“ Heh, sorry about that (Y/N). You always smell so good, I couldn’t help myself.”

That really shouldn’t have made your stomach flutter the way it did. You laid on the bed, lowering your chest onto Tomura’s lap. He ran his hand down your back and slapped your ass, laughing when you yelped out of pain and surprise.

“ Raise your hips. I can’t have you doing all the work now can I?”

He lowered his hand past your ass, but his fingers couldn’t reach your clit, stopping a few centimeters short. He grumbled and leaned to the side, trying his best to figure out a position that would let him rub your clit and finger your dripping pussy at the same time and gave him the lap titjob he wanted. He might have miscalculated, but that couldn’t be: it looked great in the hentai he saw a couple weeks ago, so it should work just fine IRL!

“ Tomura, this position is kinda weird. I don’t think this is going to work the way you think it will.”

“ Yes it will! C’mon, just raise your hips a little more-”

You looked up at him as best you could from the awkward position on his lap.

“ You saw this in a doujin, didn’t you?”

After around five minutes of arguing about whether or not Tomura’s stupid position would ( or even could) work, you decided to take initiative by pushing him down  and sitting on his face. How else were you supposed to shut him up? 

“ Sorry, Tomu. This was the only way to get you to be quiet. Seriously, who the hell gets into an argument about hentai in the middle of a hookup? There’s a time and place for everything, dumbass.”

You drooled into your palm to make impromptu lube before wrapping your hand around the head of his cock, smearing your saliva and his precum around as you jerked him off. You had never given a handjob before, but if the moans sending vibrations straight to your  core where anything to go on, you were doing a pretty good job. You grabbed the back of his head and ground against his face, giggling when his cock twitched.

“ C’mon, make me cum! Don’t you wanna get to the main event? I want you to rail me until I can't walk. Don’t you wanna fuck me, Tomura? Do you wanna slam that fat cock into my tight little pussy or not?”

He’d always been fun to tease, but never like this. There was a sort of power in it now: you had him right where you wanted him. Or so you thought.Shigaraki growled and grabbed your ass to hold you still. He was sick and tired of you always messing with him. Elbowing him during multiplayer games so he would mess up.Taking the last sip of his energy drink, not even thinking of the indirect kiss. Filling his room with the smell of your perfume after a day of hanging out and then just leaving him alone to masturbate to the thought of you. 

“ Aw, are you getting cranky, Tomu? I’m almo-”

He licked  along your folds before getting to your clit. He drew slow circles with his tongue before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking harshly. He flicked his tongue over your clit, adding a maddening amount of stimulation to the already overwhelming act. You squealed and tried to pull away, but his grip on you was too strong. 

“ Oh fuck! It’s too much, I’m not gonna be able to - ah!- be able to focus on what I’m doing here!”

Tomura didn’t give a fuck about what you where trying to do. He cared about revenge. And if revenge came in the form of eating your pussy until you cried, then so be it. He had no plans of stopping : your bittersweet taste and your thighs squeezing his head was too damn good. He stopped sucking with a loud pop and shoved his tongue  deep inside of you. He didn’t have a lot of experience ( he had 0 experience) but he had heard enough stories from his more socially savvy friends to know that you were supposed to keep your hands, mouth, or toys on the clit at all times. Keeping this advice in mind, he rubbed his thumb over your clit.

This was ridiculous. How was he this good at eating pussy? He was supposed to be the same as you: an inexperienced virgin. Maybe all that porn he watched did some good. You had no idea. All you knew for certain was that if he got the upper hand, you’d never hear the end of it. Your efforts had slowed due to Shigaraki’s distraction. You gripped his cock harder and moved your hand faster. Tomura moaned and bucked his hips. With the amount of precum that was leaking out, he had to be close. 

He didn’t want to let you win, but your hand was making it impossible to focus. It was just so damn soft: nothing like his rough, calloused fist. Tomura had no idea how he was going to go back to his left hand after this. If your hand was this good, what was your cunt going to feel like? It really hit him then. He had been fantasizing about it for years, and now it was actually going to happen. He was going to fuck you. The mere thought of it caused the tension in his stomach to break, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his throbbing cock and landing on his torso. The look on his face was driving you insane: bright red, eyes rolled back in his skull, brows crinkled in a way you had always found adorable. You threaded your fingers through his hair with both hands and started desperately humping his face. You wanted to cum,needed to cum: you just wanted him to fuck you already. You had waited for years. You finally came with a wail, crushing his head between your thighs as you rode out the high of your long-awaited orgasm.

It took you several seconds to remember that your friend probably needed to breathe. You got off of him as quickly as you could on your trembling legs. 

  “ Are you okay, Shiggy? I didn’t mean to suffocate you: it just felt so good that I lost control…”

Shigaraki quickly sat up. He was doing great: just had the best nut of his entire life, got his head squeezed and his hair pulled, and he was going to lose his virginity to the girl he had pined over for nearly his entire life. How could he be doing anything other than amazing?!

“ I'm good.”

You looked at the mess all over his chest. How was it even possible to cum that much and still be hard? Was that just how much there always was? Did he need to see a doctor?

While the gears turned in your head, Tomura grabbed a shirt from the floor and wiped himself off, tossing the soiled fabric away once he was done. The sheer nastiness of that snapped you out of your confused state. You were about to say something when he beat you to it.

“ What position do you want to do?”

“Huh?”

“Y’know, like doggy, or cowgirl, or wheelbarrow-”

You didn’t think wheelbarrow was an actual position, but you really didn’t want to get into another argument right now. You were gonna call him out on it later, though.

“ I’d like to do missionary.”

Tomura nodded sagely. Missionary was a classic. A bit basic, but it would do.

“If you’re ready, let’s move on to the next level”

You nodded, too nervous to speak. He shuffled slowly towards you, hands shaking and arms outstretched. He needed to be cool about this: he came on a bit strong after your proposal earlier. You laid on your back and resisted the urge to cover your face with your hands. You had wanted this for such a long time, but he was just so big and he was seeing you naked and he was actually kind of muscular without his clothes on and- for fucks sake was he seriously drooling again?! 

Shigaraki quickly wiped the drool away from his mouth. You were just so beautiful. You looked scared,though-was it the drooling? He couldn’t help that! He started to scratch his neck- a habit that he just couldn’t seem to break. Even if it meant that he wasn’t going to get to have sex today, he needed to make sure that you still wanted this.

“ Are you okay? We can… we can stop i-

“NO! I mean- n-no, I’m fine. Just- just be gentle, okay?

Gentle. He could do that. Just go slow, don’t go in all the way, and probably no biting. Wait, didn’t he need a condom? It must not be that big of a deal if you didn’t bother to bring it up, right? Yeah, he could just pull out.

Tomura grabbed the base of his cock and lined it at your entrance before carefully pushing inside of you. It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as you thought it would: it just stung a little bit. You had expected ripping, bleeding pain before seeing his dick, and kind of assumed you would die after seeing it in all it’s terrifying glory. But no! You were alive and thriving.

Your partner in crime, however, was having a significantly harder time. Your pussy made his fleshlight feel like sandpaper in comparison: he considered burning the stupid peice of silicone after you two were done for being so inferior to the real thing. The fleshlight wasn’t this tight, or this warm, and it didn’t twitch like your pussy did. He honestly felt kind of bad for the times that he used it while thinking of you- not for jacking off to you or anything like that, but for using that piece of shit as a stand-in. It was insulting. Shigaraki figured that it probably wasn’t the best idea to put it in all the way in,but it was taking every ounce of his self-control to not just slam in balls-deep and fuck you into the mattress. 

….. Was he okay? There was a vein bulging on his forehead and he looked damn-near terrified. You were going to have to make the first move again. You put your hands on his waist and pulled him towards you until his hips were flush with yours. Despite the slow entrance, his cock hitting your cervix still knocked the air out of you. It hurt a bit more now, but not nearly enough to stop.

“ I-it’s okay Shiggy, it doesn’t hurt. You can move now..”

Tomura cautiously  pulled backwards a few inches and pressed back inside just as carefully. His first couple of thrusts were a bit awkward, but he soon found a slow, steady rhythm. 

You couldn’t believe how soft he was being. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your collar bone before moving to your breasts, licking your nipple before putting it in his mouth and sucking. His other hand was lightly caressing the opposing mound. It was all so sweet and tender that you almost wanted to cry: you knew that he didn’t feel the same way that you did. But for now, all you could do was stroke his hair and pretend that you were making love instead of just hooking up. 

“Mmmmn, T-tomur-ah!”

This wasn’t fair! He had liked you for years, you were gasping and moaning underneath him, but something unpleasant was still prodding at the back of his thoughts. After this, you were going to find some strong, confident man to take his place. This was just practice. Shigaraki didn’t want this to be practice: he wanted you to be his last. He wanted to be your only. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and started to thrust into you harder. He wanted you to be all his.

“ Mmmineeee...” 

Mine?! Did he just say “mine”?! Did he- did he feel the same way?! No, that couldn't be: you probably just misheard him.

“ um, w-what did you say?”

He snapped his head up and glared at you, his ruby eyes practically glowing.

“ I said mine! I want you to be mine! MY player two, MY pussy,MINE!”

With every repeat of mine he slammed into you a little harder, a little rougher.

“Come on, say it! Say you’ll be mine, (Y/N)!

You felt like such an idiot. Of course Tomura wasn’t going to say that he liked you- this was Tomura you were talking about. But he’d been showing it for years- walking you home, helping you win plushies at the arcade, dying on purpose so you would get a chance to play, giving you his hoodie whenever it was cold out…. How did you not notice? But he was never going to take the final step. So as per usual, it was up to you to take initiative. You put your hand on his cheek and smiled when he nuzzled into your touch.

“ I love you, Tomura. I’ve always been yours.”

He froze at your confession. Oh shit, did you go too far? Was the whole “mine” thing just his idea of dirty talk? Shigaraki pulled out  and moved backwards. Just as you were about to say something, he grabbed your knees and moved your legs up until they were above your head. Was he seriously going to just ignore what you just said?! You just told him that you loved him, for fucks sake!  Did all the blood rushing to his dick leave him braindead? 

Shigaraki knew the look on your face well: narrowed eyes, pursed lips, puffed cheeks. Impatient and suspicious. He’d better not keep you waiting,then. He positioned himself so that his cock was dangling above your exposed hole and leaned in close until you two were nose to nose. 

“ I love you too, (Y/N).”

With your confession returned, he slammed into your waiting cunt in one quick thrust, groaning as he was finally balls-deep inside of your warm,slick pussy. You squealed as he jackrabbited into your core with short, deep thrusts, hitting a spot inside that you’d never been able to reach. The headboard of the bed crashed against the wall loudly, creating a lewd orchestra alongside the squeaking of the bedsprings and your wanton moans. Tomura’s hair fell alongside your face in a soft curtain, making it so he was the only thing you could see. As if you’d look anywhere else.

“ I love you! I love you! I mean it, I love you! You’re gorgeous, you feel so good, I love you! I love you so fucking much! I love you! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveIloveyouIloveyou-”

You pulled your babbling lover into a deep kiss as the knot inside of your stomach snapped. Your convulsing walls squeezed his cock in a vice grip as you came, nearly sending him over the edge .

“ C-can I cum inside? I don’t wanna pull out! I swear I’ll take responsibility if you get pre- i-if anything happens! Please, let me cum inside of you!”

You could barely think through your haze, so you just nodded your head. Of course he could cum inside: where else was it supposed to go? He wasn’t wearing a condom after all… you probably should’ve made him wear one. Oh well. That was a problem for future (Y/N) to worry about. 

Tomura wrapped his arms around your waist and thrusted his hips one more time before  

Blowing his load directly into your womb, spurt after spurt of creamy white filling you to the brim, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he howled with pleasure.

“Hhhhhhhhh…. I love youuuu…..”

 He let out a contented sigh and flopped on top of you without bothering to take his cock out of your cum-filled pussy. He was too tired- he’d pull out after a nap. You were just as exhausted as he was- cleanup was just another issue future (Y/N) would have to deal with. You yawned and nuzzled into his neck before drifting into a peaceful, messy sleep. 

End

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I wrote this after a debate with @libiraki about who’s dick was worse: Shigaraki or Dabi’s. 

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Tropetember Day 5 - Accidental Confession / In Vino Veritas (Drunk Confession/Drunk Dial)

Unrequited love? Bite me

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x GN!Reader

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Rating: Teen and up

TW: Drinking/alcohol, language, vampirism/blood mentions, FWB mention

AN: Day 5 of @tropetember. Not my best work but hope you enjoy. Might rework this slightly at a later point.

A visit to the Salvatores in Mystic Falls should be pretty fun, until Damon decides to drag you to a party the Originals are throwing.

Find this story on Ao3 here.

Word Count: 1.5k

“Damon, you cannot be serious.”

Your best friend just gives you puppy dog eyes. Bright blue and sad as can be. It’s kinda pathetic.

“Pretty please.”

You huff, knowing you won’t win this argument. You’ve known him since you were both children, through him being turned by Katherine and later Stefan turning you (long story), and then on and off in the intervening century and a half. You even had a casual friends with benefits arrangement when you were both lonely/bored. Knowing him so well, you decide to save everyone the time and give in.

“You’re paying for my outfit Damon! I can not believe you’re making me go…”

He scoops you up and spins you, making you squeal as he thanks you. Stefan, who has been observing from the couch being absolutely no help, just laughs.

“You won’t regret it. It’ll be fun and we can learn some things at the same time. We’ll be the most attractive spy duo in history.”

You just roll your eyes and go to grab your keys before stealing Damon’s wallet. If you’re going to have to face the Mikaelsons again, you weren’t doing it in something you’d worn before. And you were going to buy something expensive out of spite.

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The entrance to the Mikaelson’s house was the same as any other house in Mystic Falls: opulent, excessive and with far too much marble. You’d take a cosy cabin over this nonsense any day.

Clinging to Damon's arm, you enter the space and, thankfully, Klaus is the only one of the family greeting guests.

“Darling, it’s been a while.” You can’t help the reactionary smile as you embrace him. He could be bat shit crazy at times, but he’d always been kind to you.

“Klaus! I’ve missed you.” Out of your eye corner, you can see Damon giving you both evil eyes. Had you accidentally on purpose forgotten to mention you knew the original family? Oops, your bad.

Klaus doesn’t let you go far, holding you at arms length to admire your new outfit. You do look stunning in it, if you do say yourself.

“Beautiful.” He leans in to whisper in your ear “My brother really doesn’t realise what he’s missing.”

You laugh him off, ignoring the implication. You knew better.

“Now boys,” you say, glancing between them, “I’ll have no part in whatever this little competition or measuring contest is, and I expect you all to leave me out of it.” They both look a little guilty as they nod. “Marvellous. If you need me, I’ll be somewhere out of the way with a glass of champagne.”

And with that you head further into the party, leaving them to bicker.

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"Urgh, I've missed you so much! I can't believe you left us."

You and Rebekah are both waaaay too many glasses of champagne deep at this point. You’d been there a couple of hours by now and it had only taken Rebekah 30mins to realise you were there and take you hostage. You're currently sequestered on a sofa in a corner and are both a bit sloppy.

"What do you want me to say Bekah? It's your arsehole brother's fault."

"Wait, what? What did Klaus do?"

You laugh, just a tad hysterically and fortify yourself with another sip out of your glass.

"Wrong one. Go older"

A look of understanding comes across her face and she wraps an arm around you. You, sadly, don't have enough of your wits about you to realise that this isn't the best place for a drunken heart to heart.

Everything starts to spill out of you. How you and Elijah had spent so much time together. How you thought he liked you back, only for him to turn up with what's her name wrapped around him. How he'd laughed when you'd expressed your surprise that he was dating, and how it made you feel like nothing. It was too much for your heart to handle. So you’d left, had a fun rebound weekend with Damon and tried to move on.

Rebekah pulls back slightly, wiping a tear that had escaped without your permission.

"You're too good for him anyway," she says and you laugh.

"I wish that were true.” You pull yourself together a little and put on your best fake smile. “For now, I'm just going to don an air of indifference and pretend I'm not in love with your oldest brother."

Your mirth leaves you instantly as you hear a refined voice behind you ask, "now why on Earth would you do that?"

It’s amazing how panic can sober you up.

You turn slowly and meet the eyes of the oldest Original. He’s in a suit, as always, and has a confident smirk plastered across his face. That pisses you off.

“Cos he’s an asshole” you coolly reply before turning to Rebekah, pressing a kiss to her cheek and walking swiftly out of the room to find Damon to take you home. You’d embarrassed yourself quite enough for one night.

You’d never admit that you were disappointed that Elijah didn’t try to stop you.

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One of the advantages to being a vampire was that you very rarely got a hangover. Instead, you just slept in a little, made a cup of coffee and did some yoga before heading out to treat yourself to lunch. You didn’t need to eat but you enjoyed the taste, there was much more variety in food than blood.

You'd only arrived in Mystic Falls a couple of days ago for your visit to see the Salvatore brothers and as such hadn't had a chance to try out the Mystic Grill. This seemed like a perfect fit opportunity. Something greasy would be perfect right about now.

The grill was a bit dingy but it worked for the place and you were happy to learn that they have a pretty good menu selection. Your excitement was soured though when Elijah decided to join you for lunch.

Dressed in yet another suit, no tie and the top buttons of his shirt undone, he oozes charm and money. Add in the handsome features and knockout smile and you were lost. You're sure back in the day the ladies with delicate constitutions had to keep their smelling salts close. You could easily have fainted over him.

But he wasn't interested in you, as he had made very clear, so you were just annoyed that he was existing in your space.

Elijah watched you eat for a few moments, clearly taking note of your reluctance to acknowledge him.

"For someone who's in love with me, you don't seem particularly happy to see me darling."

You groan quietly and lower your utensils. Wishing him away wasn't working.

"What do you want Elijah?" You sound bitter, even to your own ears. So much for attempting to sound neutral.

"One of my favourite people, who I haven't seen for a long time, has reappeared and I want to spend time with them. Is that too much to ask?"

You start eating again, using it to buy time. You had honestly missed his company. You just weren’t sure if you could bear him breaking your heart again, even accidentally and unintentionally. Luckily, he had more to say.

“Klaus told me off after you left, you know?”

You look at him in surprise.

“Told me that I’d wasted my best opportunity at happiness. Which is especially concerning considering who it was coming from.”

You nod your agreement. Klaus wasn’t exactly known for his sentimentality.

He continues, “would you believe that I really thought you were too good for me? That I really thought you weren’t interested?”

“Elijah, you can not be serious.” You pull a face at him. “I literally spent all of my time with you, hanging on your every word. I would have followed you to the ends of the Earth. How could you not have known?”

“I just thought you were being your usual effervescent self. I started dating again to try and let you go.”

Miscommunication. You shake your head. 30 years of heartbreak all because of miscommunication. God, you could bang the pair of your heads together. It’s basically a crappy romance novel. Ok, this is ok. You can fix this. You have pretty much forever left, after all.

Taking the initiative, you lean forward and grasp Elijah’s hand. His eyes fall to where you wrap your fingers around his. A hopeful look takes over his face as he returns to your eyes.

“Elijah?” You smile. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

He laughs. It’s a beautiful sound. You’re going to make it your personal mission to make him do it more often.

Lifting your knuckles to his lips, he places a gentle kiss on them.

“I can think of nothing else I’d rather do.”

[whumperooni]

dyed and dirty

Pairing: Keigo x Reader

Tags/Warnings: tw faux incest, exhibitionism, embarrassment, inappropriate pda/dirty talk

Word count: 1.3k

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Dyeing your hair to match Keigo’s is something you had never thought of before- not until he had casually brought it up while the two of you cuddled on the couch.

Oh, when he first suggested it you thought it was a good idea, an interesting one- you’ve always liked his hair color and you agreed with him when he said it would look good on you.

It did look good on you- enough so that you were happy to show it off when he suggested a date later.

You put on something nice and had a nice night on the town. When you got home, that’s when the first comment came-

“Hey, we kinda look like we’re brother and sister now!”

You laughed it off and you two joked about it a little as you wound down with some booze and silly teasing.

You didn’t expect the joking to continue once he started touching you, but you were a little too tipsy at that point to do more than whine out a “Keigo, don’t be a perv!” whenever he nipped at your ear and murmured to let Keigo-nii take care of you.

It’s shameful to admit, but you got worked up from it- you came later on with Keigo rutting into you and a mewl of “nii-chan” slipping from your lips.

Neither of you mention it in the morning and that’s okay with you- it’s so embarrassing to think about and you don’t want to be teased or looked at in disgust by your loving boyfriend.

You don’t say anything and you go about your day and, after a while, you forget about it.

Or, you would have forgotten about it if Keigo didn’t bring it up later while taking you out for lunch.

It’s when you’re waiting in line for some takeout- surrounded by a small crowd and your boyfriend hugging you loosely with his arms wrapped around your shoulders and his chin resting on your head. He’s playing with your hair, wrapping it around his finger idly, and it’s nice, relaxing- even if the crowd and the wait is starting to get on your nerves.

“This is takin’ forever.”

You hum in agreement and he huffs a little, holds you closer when the person in front of you backs toward you a bit. His head ducks closer to your ear and you blink whenever he noses against it, blush a little when he tells you,

“I’d rather be home eating you out.”

It’s quiet enough that no one around can hear, but you still fluster at it- huff and turn your head to give him a scandalized little look.

“Keigo, we’re in public,” you scold. Your boyfriend eating you out does sound nice, though, and you bite your lip before lowering your voice and whispering, “but we can do that later.”

You get a grin thrown your way and you huff fondly over it, smile at him in return. Keigo curls a lock of hair tighter around his finger and you hum whenever he presses a kiss to your lips, smile bigger whenever he parts from it.

Your smile falls whenever his grin flicks into a smirk, whenever he strokes along your jawline with a finger from his free hand and says- loud enough for the people nearby to hear-

“I’m looking forward to it, sis.”

Your eyes widen and you immediately feel the stares of those around you, hear scandalized whispers start up.

“Didn’t he just-”

“They can’t really be-”

“But their hair- they look alike! They could be-”

Horror fills you and your cheeks burn, your world shakes in disbelief.

(And, even worse, there’s a sinful, taboo pulse that runs through you- a dark and honeyed throb that makes you want to die on the spot and whimper, press against your horrible boyfriend.)

“Kei- Keigo!”

“You’re so cute, sis,” Keigo laughs- smirking at your flushed face and the way your fingers grip onto him in embarrassment. “What a sweet imouto I have.”

He kisses you again, smothering your squeak, and you almost melt to the floor as you struggle against shameful desire and the embarrassment of having to hear the shocked gasps and furious whispers going off around you.

The man in front of you walks off. The couple behind you leave as well. The people standing to the side waiting for their food stare you down.

Nothing is said to either of you, but everyone’s eyes are on you both- they watch the way Keigo tucks a lock of hair behind your ear and they watch the way he tucks you close under his arm. You whimper from the attention and your humiliation and your need and Keigo chuckles at it, holds you tighter to keep you from squirming away.

“You should see the looks on their faces,” he murmurs to you. “They can’t stop staring.”

“Keigo-”

“Shhh,” he hums, rubbing your shoulder and letting you hide your face against him- nice now that he’s done teasing you. “I was just havin’ fun. And you liked it last night.”

You swear your face is going to burst into flames. You whine- not even trying to hide it- and he chuckles again, tilts your head up and presses another kiss to your lips, gets more gasps and furious whispers buzzing.

“I liked it too,” he whispers- eyes half-shut and grin lazy, knee knockingly hot in its hunger. “So don’t get embarrassed, yeah? Have fun with it.”

“Keigo, I can’t-”

“Shh, be good for your nii-san.”

That is said loud enough so the others can hear and you whimper whenever he kisses you- deeper than before, definitely not appropriate for public even without the taboo role play.

You fall against him, unable to resist him and your shameful desire, and you flush darker than ever before as he pulls back, feel a pulse down low when someone hisses out “disgusting” behind you.

It is disgusting.

…but it’s hot too.

You bite your lip- lashes lowered, fingers curled in the fabric of your boyfriend’s shirt- and you shudder with forbidden pleasure as Keigo strokes your hair encouragingly.

“I…yes…yes, nii-san.”

His lips turn wicked in approval and you bury your head against him again whenever his feathers puff up in delight, whenever he presses against you and you feel his cock hard against your hip.

“Good girl.”

The whispered praise soothes your embarrassment, just a little, and you let out a soft noise when he pulls you forward in the line.

“I think I’ll get the yakisoba,” he says cheerfully, so easily amused by the wide eyes of the cashier and the shocked gapes from the other customers. “What do you want, sis?”

You mumble something random and Keigo orders it for you, pays and shuffles you to the side with him so you can wait.

“This’ll be good,” he hums out. “But you’ll taste even better.”

You can feel the person next to you recoil and embarrassment flutters through you, your thighs press tighter against one another as a pulse of desire throbs through you.

“I…I can’t wait, nii-san.”

Keigo grins and you get a kiss to your hair, his hand wandering down low to give your hip a squeeze.

And you let it all happen- eyes shut and need rising in you, shame and pleasure twining in a hot coil deep in your stomach.

Keigo probably planned this whenever he suggested you dye your hair. You should be more upset, maybe.

But it…it’s…it’s hot.

You flush at your taboo desire and you nestle closer to your boyfriend- your “nii-san.”

Later will be fun…and maybe you’ll let him do this again sometime…

Maybe.

The two of you wait and you let Keigo idly grope you while people stare, you think of how you’re going to get on your knees for your nii-san later.

[yejiroh]

Siren Scales & Village Tales

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For @chaoticyuna 's Summerween event!

Siren Gojo with a female reader.

Word count: 2.3k

TW: large bodies of water, bullying, blood.

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“The water was always murky by the bog trees, billows of dirt and sod and other bits always falling into the water by the pounds. Further down the dirt road that passes through the swamp, and you’d find a well, then a town.

“A merchant’s town, children waddled through the puddles that filled the pit holes- it wasn’t a rich area, despite all the good business. In the center of the town, a big fountain captured the sun’s rays during the golden hour- usually around 5 in the afternoon.

“Now, back to the well- it’s kind of important.

“The well, around 3 feet wide, was built of what was now crumbling bricks- terribly small, but just big enough to fall down; should you be unlucky enough.

“But there was also a rumor- as there is in every town and village. And, like other rumors that resided in other towns and villages, it was that of the supernatural. But in this case…

“Sirens.

“Sirens were fish tailed peoples with webbed hands and glowing eyes. It was said that if you ever heard one singing, you’d be inclined to bring yourself forward, to take their hand and fall.”

“Fall?”

“Yes, fall. Fall down the well, they would tell you. However, once in a blue moon, there’s a survivor, one who crawls their way up from hell and back to the siren as if they were addicted to their voice; coming back every day while the sun is still up, just to leave crying their eyes out as the sun comes down.”

“Why only during the day?”

“Well, no one knows. It’s just something that happens. Like a law of nature.”

***

“Don’t you think it’d be better to just relax once in a while? It wouldn’t hurt you, I promise.”

Despite all the reassurances of saying a story was a story until proven otherwise, better safe than sorry. And the only well in a 15 mile radius was this one. 

Curse them for being so cheap. 

Your hands burned from the rope as you dragged the bucket up, clear water sloshing around spilling out some. 

“Nanami, with all due respect, you are the last one I want to hear the word ‘relax’ from.”

Gravel bits dug into the souls of your shoes, some chunky enough to feel even through the rubber. It kind of stung. 

“Y/n, I’m going to be frank with you; mermen? They don’t exist. Neither do griffins, or hydras, or any of that fairy tail nonsense you’re always babbling about. It’s just us two, and old Mr. Gakuganji down the road.”

Sighing, Nanami adjusted his glasses, not bothering to wait for you as he loaded the last gallon onto the wagon, getting ready to go. 

***

People surged forward, coins and paper money grasped in hands before thrown at you two, grabbing at the jars of the well water. It was always like this, the town coming up to the well water like it was their life sustainer, and maybe for some, it was. 

“Y/n! Welcome back! Did you see anything unnatural today?”

A mocking laugh, a tall man tore his shirt off- Aoi Todo. Behind him, the Zen’in twins chuckled.

“Actually Todo, I haven’t. BUT, I do have something else to note. That well water you’re drinking? It hasn’t been boiled yet.”

Watching his face contort, a smile is set on your face as Aoi began to hurl, tiny worms and water with last night's feast falling onto his feet.

“Y/n! What the hell! Did your siren buddy put you up to this?”

“What happened to them not being real?”

It was the same conversation everyday. And, like everyday, you was met with a horrible answer.

Todo scoffed before spitting onto the ground, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

“No man is every gonna want you, you stupid woman.”

“And if I don’t want to marry?”

***

As the hours passed, dusk came, bringing the stormy clouds with it- but it wasn’t yet raining. A ripple in the lake waters caught your eye- maybe a fish, but the fish weren’t in season, so it was unlikely. 

You shouldn’t have been out after curfew- there were rules for a reason, yeah, but what was the harm? Especially after dinner, where you’d only had time for stale bread; chewing down the more than stale pieces was troubling. 

The sands of the lake were dry, like all the water had been taken from the ground, pooling into the lake. Odd.

“A  law of nature? But that's so…”

“Boring? Stupid? Illogical? Aye, it is.”

Kneeling down, you dipped your fingers into the water. There was something missing from the story the elders told you, you're sure of it; no matter how many times you waved your hand in the shallows, not a single ripple- only from that tail you saw earlier. 

Something rumbled, whether or not it was the stormy clouds or your stomach, you didn’t bother to check. 

Dipping your feet into the water, a sigh of relief escapes your lips- a breath let go you didn’t know you were holding. 

Another roll of thunder- but something caught your eye; the tail again. 

It was only for a moment, but you could make out the colors and fin shape. Various shades of blue and silver and yellows, shifting in the light, and the fin, large and (almost) pillowy. 

It hit the water, disappearing once again. 

“Stran-THE HELL?

Digits quickly grabbed your foot, webbed and slimy, pulling you under before you could scream. 

Something pressed into your mouth- maybe seaweed? Bitter and salty, whatever it was was quickly shoved down your throat, forcing you to swallow. 

As clear as the water was on the top, it was far too dark and dirty underneath. The vice grip that had pulled you down was now dragging you deeper, the breath you were saving long gone with the swallow, your eyes began to close. 

‘Count the digits!’

A tiny raise of suspicion, you felt around for a limb, feeling up before coming to your wrist. 

Forcing your eyes to open, the tears that pricked at your eyes were quickly swept away with the current.  

Head feeling light, panic was soon replaced with adrenaline, and you raised your legs, knees to your chest, before kicking out hard. Your feet hit the thing holding you, and it let go quickly, allowing you a chance to escape. 

Already out of breath, you swam up as fast as you could, finally breaking through the water’s surface. You sucked in a deep breath, coughing violently as you wiped the water and dirt out of your eyes, hurrying to the land. 

Behind you, waves crashed, and the water of the lake that seemed crystal clear was now red and thickened. The air became heavy with the scent of iron, and soon the entire lake shifted up, sands and all, dragging you up with it.

“Now, now, it's not strange, is it? I think it’s quite the opposite. Normal even.”

You found yourself in the palm of a hand- or, in the webbing between fingers that curled in, as if to cradle you.

Finally getting a good look at the thing in question, it didn’t take long to put two and two together; the fish from the beginning, the thing that pulled you under...and now…

“I’m Y/n, what the fuck are you, and what’s your name? Also, you’re hot.”

And it was true. Big glossy blue eyes that seemed to be lashed by the purest white doves feathered around,the hair, just as white as the lashes, seemed to trail deep down, and looking down, you leaned over it’s thumb, holding it tight as you peered down. Purple scales glimmered all the way down. 

Two fingers grabbed your collar, picking you up, bringing you to face an eye. 

“You’re a funny little thing- I could just eat you up”-it opened its mouth, biting the air before laughing”- “I am Gojo. You’ve heard of me, yes? I’m a Siren...but I guess the more accurate description would be to say that I am this lake. And thank you, Y/n. You’re much too kind, considering I was about to drown you. Here, let me brush you off.”

As Gojo patted you down, your insides churned; it was much too fast, and to be frank, it was more like you were getting spanked. It didn’t help that dust clouds rolled off you. 

“Y-you-ow-’re a -OW-guy?- STOP THAT HURTS!”

Gojo laughed, smiling as you coughed and waved your arms.

“A guy hmm...I suppose I am. You’re quite big for a fairy. And what the hell are you doing near a lake with no wings?”

“Fairy? I’m a human. There’s a whole ass village down the road through the forest.”

“Human? Oh...Ohh, yeah that makes a lot of sense.”

“Are mermaids- sorry, sirens- -lake dudes?”

“Lake dude, siren, doesn’t matter.”

“Right. Are y’all supposed to be this huge?”

 Gojo gasped, a webbed hand on his chest and mouth hanging open before promptly putting you down, laying down himself as his lower half dissolved into water, the pit that was the lake somewhat there again.

“Big? You think I’m big? I’m just a small lake! You flatter me Y/n!”

Propping himself on his elbows, he rested his face in his palms, looking at you with a smile. 

“Eh, it wasn’t for flattery- just curiosity.”

“Still...well, now I feel bad. I was gonna eat you.”

“Eat me?”

“Yeah.” Gojo scoffed before looking down, glaring at the ground. “There’s this human who calls himself Todo- a real-

“Pain in the ass? Insufferable? Obnoxious? Egotistic? A liar?”

“YES EXACTLY- you know him?” Gojo put his head down, and you watched in interest as some of him crumbled to sand before promptly climbing up onto his nose.Tapping it lightly, you let out a out a small “oomph” as he rose up, eyes on you. 

“Yeah, I know him. He’s actually why I’m here now- kinda. The fucking jerk kept messing with me, talkin’ about how, ‘Oh, Y/n, did you see anything weird? A siren perhaps?’ and yeah, the fucking town laughed at me, but it’s okay, cause the well water he drank hadn’t been purified ye-”

Gojo interrupted you, waving his hands around in the water before bursting into laughter.

“The WELL? Not the one by this place I hope? Oh god, thank Yaga y’all purify that!”

Joining in the laughter nervously, you asked why, which sent the siren bawling into more laughter,forcing him to place you on his head so you wouldn’t fall off.

“Oh, oh my gosh- stop tugging my hair Y/n- that well water is connected to this lake- me! Y’all would have been drinking my piss and body had you not purified it! And I can’t have a pretty thing like you melting from the inside out and drowning in your own blood because of scales or something!”

“So...what I’m getting at here is...Todo is going to die if he hasn’t already? I mean, he spit it out, but he still drank a bit-”

A sudden burst of wind, you tugged Gojo’s hair again, holding on so tight your knuckles turned white. 

Gojo hummed, deep in thought before exhaling slowly.

“Well- no pun intended-, I believe he’d turn into a fish. At least, that's what happened to the last guy who did that. Man, he was a crazy one. Called himself Get, going on and on about how everything he consumed he could turn into. Weird shit, Y/n.”

“Turned into a fish but could shapeshift?”

“Ah yeah- you guys know magic and stuff is real right? Anyways, my body, as you can see, is basically this entire lake- not like a lake god or something. Once I die, this place will have never existed. Back to what I was saying, I have a strict ‘no-no’ policy. A little spell just so I could get more dinner. And, I don’t think anyone would want to just be a lake their whole damn life.”

“Huh...that makes sense.”

“Yeah. “

“So…”

The two of you paused for a moment, and you couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly; to think that sirens were only bloodthirsty monsters- well, he did try to kill you, and it was true that they were beautiful, but the fact that you were literally sitting on the head of one now- one who claimed to be small- it was entirely laughable. 

Clearing your throat, you crawled over, leaning down to come facing his eyes once again, poking his forehead.

“Say...Gojo, you wouldn’t mind eating Todo if he turned into a fish right?”

“Hmmm...not really. Why?”

“Just asking. I’ll drop by here tomorrow, yeah? It’s getting late, and I gotta make sure no one took my dumplings.”

And with that, you said your goodbyes, promising to meet again, you with your vial of well water and siren scales, and Gojo with a gold coin.

“Payment, my dear. Nothing is free in this life, you know. Hopefully now you’ll have some better village tales to tell now.”

[bobathirstaccount]

I was trying to write something shorter so of course I bust this out. 90 days until BoBF… 🤤

***

The Audience

Boba x fem!reader, crimelord!Boba, smutty smut

You guys are kinda mean to each other here, but you know you love it…

TW: unprotected sex

I wrote this while listening to Savage by Bahari feat BIA on repeat... check it out it’s such a good song!

Translations (Mando’a)

mesh’la - beautiful

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“Kneel.”

You complied, both knees coming to rest on the dusty floor of the throne room. You looked up at him, his helmet impassive as it was intimidating. Boba Fett waved a hand dismissively, “Stand,” he overruled his assistant. You stood slowly, unsure and nerves maxed out.

“What is your reason I should give you what you want?”

“Huh?” Your mouth opened stupidly at his question.

“You’re going to ask me for something; why should I give it to you?”

“Well, I, uh..” you stumbled over your rehearsed words.

He sighed, bored. You panicked, “Wait! I uh, I’ll give you want you want for what I want.”

His helmet tilted, but he said nothing. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Then it restarted and you stuttered, “I- people come here all day wanting things from you. But when do you get what you want?”

You weren’t all that confident in your womanly wiles, but you figured it was better than totally losing his attention. “You seem really bored… wouldn’t you like some entertainment? All I want is a few supplies for my colony… just some med packs and other small things…”

He leaned forward, putting his hands on his knees. “Hnnmm…” He seemed to be appraising you. You felt silly in your old clothes. He sat back. You gulped, preparing to be rejected. Fett raised his hand, “Leave us.” He waved everyone else off. They fell back deferentially. The room was suddenly occupied solely by the two of you. It felt too big.

“What sort of entertainment did you have in mind…” he asked, voice soft. You looked around nervously, feeling vulnerable and in over your head. You turned your gaze to him and decided to be bold. You had come this far. You shuffled up so that you were directly in front of the steps leading up to Fett’s throne. Looking up at his visor, you started to remove your clothing. He watched like a statue. You stopped when you were in your underwear, and stepped up to him. You knelt again, this time touching his knees with your hands as you sat there. He tilted his helmet down. You continued to look back, and ran your hands slowly up his powerful thighs. He grunted but did nothing else.

Slowly, you palmed him, slightly surprised to find him already hard under his pants. You nudged in between his legs and started to undo his clothing. Carefully, you pulled his cock out. Your eyes widened as you wondered what you had gotten yourself into. But you took him in your mouth readily and started to work him. His hand went lightly to your head as it bobbed up and down. “Such an eager little slut, aren’t you?” His gravelly voice was low with lust. You deep throated him, causing his hand to clench. “Think you are going to impress me with that?” He gripped the back of your head and started to thrust into your throat. You gagged but refused to back down. He released you and you came up for air. You ran your hands back down to his knees, then stood up. You started to remove your bra. He reached out with a gloved hand — you slapped it away lightly. “You think you deserve this?”

He grunted and looked up at you, apparently waiting. You slid your bra down your tits, revealing your nipples slowly. You discarded your bra over your shoulder then. You climbed into his lap and pressed your tits against his helmet. “You think just because you sit in this big chair you just get whatever you want?”

He rumbled low in his throat and his hands went to your ass. You felt him massaging you, exploring. You leaned back in his embrace and slid up into his lap, where his erection was waiting. You ground down onto him, your breasts on full display. He groaned and his hands went to your chest. One remained on a tit while the other slid up to your throat. He grabbed you and applied moderate pressure. You slid up and down his cock; your damp panties dragged along his skin. He moaned and squeezed your throat slightly more as he slid his other hand to your pussy. He simply tore off your underwear with one hand, tossing it away. He ground up into your wet heat, mumbling and groaning. You pulled up and again smooshed your tits into his helmet. He made an annoyed noise and gripped your hips with both hands.

“I know you want this pussy,” you cooed to him. “You need it.” He grunted again, and looked up at you. Curious, you suddenly grabbed his helmet. You paused, barely breathing. Had you gone too far? He didn’t stop you. You pulled up.

You met his gaze, which was hard, softened only slightly by desire. Licking your lips, you sank back into his lap, grinding into his hardness. “No more time for games, girlie,” Fett’s voice was rough. He stood and flipped you around so that you were on all fours on his throne. You stared at the back rest. His cock appeared at your entrance, and circled it slowly. You moaned softly and pushed back onto him. Needing no more encouragement, he slid into you easily. “So wet for me, mm? Did you come here wanting to get fucked? Do you like to take a crime lord’s cock?” He emphasized the last portion of his question with a hard thrust.

You looked over your shoulder as you spread your legs wider. “I came here to make a deal… so do I get my supplies?” He grunted, “Do you think you deserve it?” You huffed at his reuse of your question. He fucked you deep, hitting your g spot. You moaned, forgetting what you were talking about. You threw your head back, enjoying his cock. He picked up the pace, “If we’re making a deal then I want to keep… negotiating.” He stopped fucking you to bend over and nuzzle into the crook of your neck. He said into your ear, “What else do you want? There’s… more of you that I want.”

Feeling like you had the upper hand, your lips curled into a small smile. “If you’re a good boy, you can have more.” You pulled forward and turned around, splaying yourself out in his throne. He rumbled low in his throat as he looked at you. “Like what you see?”

“No one has ever sat in my throne before.”

You grinned, “This pussy got you whipped?”

He smiled for a moment before turning darker, “Get on your knees.” You complied, licking your lips. He took your jaw in his large hand, “Give me a reason to not punish you.”

“I already know you wanna have this,” you crooned, giving him big eyes. “So you know you’re gonna do what I want.” He smiled down at you, swiping a thumb across your lower lip. “You’re very cheeky.”

Brazenly, you pushed his hand away from your face. You licked the tip of his cock, “Maybe I just know what you need.” He huffed lightly and grabbed you by the jaw again. This time he shoved his cock in your mouth, “I have a better use for that mouth right now…” He began to thrust into your mouth, gripping the back of your head. You put your hands on his thighs, looking up at him sinfully.

“You like this hmm, pretty thing?” You felt yourself flush at the pet name. You moved your hands around his hips so that you were grabbing his ass, and relaxed your throat muscles so he could slide into you. Suddenly he dropped his hand and pulled out. Before you could react, he had grabbed you and flipped you over yourself so you were again on all fours staring at the back of his throne. You heard rustling and prepared yourself for his cock. Instead you felt his soft tongue tracing your folds. Caught off guard, you moaned throatily, gasping his surname. Two fingers ghosted around your entrance, making you weak in the knees. When they finally pushed inside, you were wild for him, “Fuck Fett, you know how to fuck.”

He made an amused noise before burrowing back into your wet heat, fingers still moving inside of you. “What a good girl you are, mesh’la…” He pulled away, tracing his fingers up your spine. When he got to your neck, he grabbed your harshly and penetrated you. You moaned through your teeth as he fucked you roughly. “You like it rough, mesh’la? I can give that to you.” He snapped his hips into you as you pushed back onto him hungrily.

“I like getting what I want,” you panted. He laughed, “You’ll get your supplies… but now tell me what else you want…”

You looked over your shoulder. “I wanna cum on this cock.”

He groaned his arousal before saying, “You think you earned it yet?” You gave him big, innocent eyes as you moaned to him, “How else am I supposed to handle such a big cock?” He grunted and paused deep inside of you, his chest heaving and his fingers digging into your neck. “Little slut, you’re gonna make me cum in your pussy. Would you like that?” You felt his cock twitch and smiled a slow smile. “You wanna cum in this tight pussy? What do you think that would cost you?” He groaned and started to fuck you again, grabbing the back of the throne. “I can afford it.”

You could tell he was close; his fucking was sloppy and needy. You decided to tease him. “Can you? You ever want something you can’t buy?”

He snorted, “Like what?” His hands tightened on the back of the throne.

“Maybe cumming in my pussy’s too expensive for you,” you cooed. His fucking hitched momentarily and his grip on your neck increased. “It’s all I want right now,” he panted.

“Maybe cumming in my pussy means you’re gonna supply my colony with all the meds we need… in perpetuity.”

He laughed, “You think your pussy is worth it?” You clenched around him, making him grunt and pause. “Say it,” you trilled, watching his face. He was straining to not cum. “I, ah,” Fett muttered. You slid up and down his cock slowly, “You wanna feel this hot, wet cunt around you as you cum?”

His hips stuttered. He made a strained noise before saying, “Your pussy is so good, I want to make you scream.” He pulled out abruptly and pulled you up into his arms. You felt like a rag doll he was so powerful. He sat in his throne with you straddling him. “If you fuck me so good I cum then you can have your med packs…” He looked up at you darkly. You smiled self assuredly before positioning yourself over his cock.

You let the folds of your pussy just touch his cock and waited. He tried to thrust up and you lifted yourself, hands on his shoulder. “No no, be a good boy,” you whispered to him. He stilled. You slid painstakingly slowly down onto his cock, drawing a long moan from Fett. Slowly, you started to grind on him, licking and kissing his throat. His hands went to your hips, where he squeezed you desperately.

“Impatient? Don’t worry, you’ll be cumming soon enough…” You continued to slowly grind, feeling his cock inside of you. Finally you started to fuck up and down on him, your tits bouncing as you did. You made a show of it, which he watched hungrily. Fett’s hands dropped to your knees as a groan escaped his lips. You looked at them, licking your own. You leaned forward and kissed him experimentally on the mouth. His hands went to your face, cupping it as he kissed you back. Surprised but pleased, you deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue past his teeth. The two of you kissed and fucked for a few moments, totally absorbed in the moment and each other.

Remembering why you were there, you broke the kiss and pulled away. “Where’re you going?” A blissed out Fett asked, his hands still cupping your face. You smiled despite yourself and leaned back in, kissing him lightly. Your hands went to his cuirass, the metal a cold reminder of reality. You swirled your hips as you fucked, making him moan against your mouth. You continued, feeling the needy urge to orgasm building in your pussy.

“Your cock is gonna make me cum, baby,” you murmured, pulling away to make eye contact. He returned your gaze with hooded, lusty eyes, “I wanna feel it.” You focused on chasing your high, feeling his cock drag along the walls of your pussy. He pulled you back in for another kiss. It lasted as you continued to fuck down on him, the sound of your fucking filling the room. But you didn’t care; you were beyond caring. All you could think of was your impending orgasm. The heat in your pussy burned over and engulfed your senses. It overwhelmed you, making your body slouch forward as you came, cunt spasming around Fett. He groaned his own release, gripping your body tightly and pulling you to himself. He held you in place and you felt his cock twitching inside of you.

Your skin tingled as you recovered from your tunnel vision inducing orgasm. You mumbled sweet nothings into his shoulder as he ran a hand over your head. Abruptly you sat up, remembering where you were. You were met with gentle eyes. “You really think so?” He rumbled softly, in response to your bedroom talk. You felt yourself flush.

“I mean, I…” You shifted your weight in his lap. “Yeah,” you sighed, embarrassed. A small smile ghosted on Fett’s lips. You pulled away, and feeling self conscious, looked around for your clothing. He released you, hands gently resting on your body as he watched you. You swallowed nervously in his lap. “So our business is concluded?” You blurted out. Fett ran a thumb over your bottom lip, “Yes,” he dropped his hand. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to be sexy, “Did I meet all the terms of our agreement?”

He huffed very softly, “Indeed. The supplies are yours.” He squeezed you, “What else can we negotiate for?”

[foolzstar]

The Curse of the Ground we walk Upon

ayo, guess whos here with an actual fic for this fandom B) this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr so if the formatting is fucked lmk

this was based off of @everdoeswriting ‘s post about cole and his mum, i can’t find the link to it rn but ill try and remember to add it when i do. i hope this was kinda what u had in mind for what would happen even if i did add some stuff.

also ty to @those-rainbow-ninjas-main for beta-ing this, you were honestly a life saver for my terrible grammar

heres the link to it on ao3 if u prefer that format, if not, hi ig

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38641605

tw/cw: slightly detailed description of a dead body

Cole wakes up to an ache that resonates deep within his bones, in a place that he doesn’t recognize. The first thing that he sees is the faint green haze that envelops everything around him. It stings his eyes, and he hates it. He wants to go back to sleep, ignore the pain, and hope that this is just some weird dream.

A hand appears on his shoulder, and he jerks back, twisting his torso almost painfully fast to get away from it, and then he sees her. She’s surrounded by the same green glow that everything else is, making her face look more pale, more tired, but it’s still her.

“Mom? Is that really you?”

Her eyes look like they’re about to glaze over and start spilling tears the second the words fall out of his mouth. She rushes towards him, pulling him into a hug that looks like it should crush his bones, and yet he barely feels it, “It is Cole, it’s me, I’m here,”

“Mom,” he sobs, and suddenly he’s crying, tears spilling over his own face as she hugs him and cries too. He feels so small in her grasp, like he’s five years old again and sitting in her lap during her first overnight stay at the hospital as she whispers in his ear that everything is going to be alright. He’s missed it. He’s missed her. Every part of him wants to cling to whatever this is, but as his tears slowly start to subside the emptiness of her touch becomes more and more apparent, he has to ask, “where are we?”

Lilly sighs, her grip on him growing even tighter still, as though loosening her grip would cause him to fall through her fingers, yet still, he barely feels the touch as he watches her hands press into the flesh on his arms. “We’re in the cursed realm, hun”

“What?!” He exclaims, “but how? You weren’t cursed,”

Her expression grows sad once again, and his stomach feels heavy with guilt at the mere sight of it, “Sweetheart, we’re the master of earth, of course, we’re cursed,”

His stomach fills with dread, “No, you’re kidding me, how?”

She sighs, “We masters of earth have never been ones to live all that long, something about the strength that comes with it is actually weakening us in the long run, my father - your grandfather - barely made it to fifty before he passed, and well, all of that was made worse when I-” she pauses, as if the words were almost painful to say, he looks at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue. “Do you remember the bedtime stories I told you? The warrior of the mountain who defeated a dragon who brought nothing but grief and pain to those who lived there?”

“Of course I do, those stories had me scared of dragons for years,”

“Well, that warrior was me, and the dragon was a real monster who I battled called grief bringer. When they died, a curse was put onto me, and every other master of earth after us to live much shorter lives than we maybe could have otherwise, I had just hoped that it wouldn’t get you so soon,”

He takes a deep breath, what was he meant to say? All of this was getting so weird and his chest began to ache as the reality set in that he’s dead, and that he’s now officially part of the cursed realm, the thing that just a short while ago, he and his friends were doing everything in their power to stop.

Right - his friends. they’re still in Ninjago, they’re still alive, and they’re probably staring at his dead body in disbelief. Maybe the reality of his death is starting to settle in for them as well, the fact that they’re going to have to move on without him. And he- he’s still going to be stuck here, and- oh shit now he’s thinking about his dad. His dad is still there, how’s he going to react when he finds out that the last of his family is gone and-

“You should go back,” Lilly says, as though she’s been reading his mind this whole time.

“What? No, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can; you need to. There’s too much at stake for you to not.”

“But I just got you back,” He tries desperately to bite back the tears that are already building up behind his eyes “I can’t lose you again mom, I couldn’t”

“But you must sweetheart. I’ll still be here, and for once maybe you and your dad will spend the Day of Departed together, and I’ll get to see you then.” She’s smiling at him so sweetly like she knows what his dad’s been like since she’s been gone; like she knows that he has not celebrated with anyone in the five years that she’s been gone because it’s been too painful to think about it without her there to comfort him.

Despite his hesitancy, Cole still finds himself nodding. If not for him, or for everything else that’s at stake, for her.

“Okay,” he sighs. “Okay, I’ll do it,”

Her grip on his torso loosens slightly as she shifts a hand to move a strand of hair out of his eyes. “My sweet baby boy, you take care of your friends. I’ll see you again soon, alright?”

He can feel his legs start to fade out, as though the mere fact that he said he’d leave is somehow letting him. He doesn’t know how this realm is meant to work, and he doesn’t feel like finding out if he’s just going to leave it anyways. He leans in for one final hug, gripping onto her like a lifeline.

“Alright mom, I will. I promise.”

She hugs him back, squeezing tighter and tighter as he fades back out of the realm, and Lilly is left gripping onto nothing once more.

//

He was gone - that much was obvious. Cole’s body lay there in front of them, the scroll of airjitzu tightly gripped in his hands, which were already starting to grow cold from the lack of blood flowing through them.

It’s surprising how quickly the body seems to decay. The three of them have been sitting there, crying over his body for the lesser part of an hour and already his skin began to concave and take on a paler shade. It’s nothing like in films, or even at funerals. They always look so peaceful there; but right now, Cole’s expression looks nothing but pained.

“What are we even meant to do?” Jay mumbles. He’s been curled up in a ball the entire time, like the thought of looking at what is right in front of him is sickening, and yet, he doesn’t move. He isn’t frantically pacing like Kai, or even fidgeting with his fingers like Zane, who’s spent the entire time watching over him.

“What can we do?” Kai yells, and it’s only then that the others realize that he has been crying just as much as the rest of them.

“I don’t know, tell the others maybe? Tell his dad?” Jay responds, his voice getting louder as he talks. “We can’t just leave him here you know! Like sure we need to stop Morro, but we can’t just leave him here.”

“Guys…”

“I never said that, but sitting here isn’t going to bring him back, is it?”

“Guys!”

“Of course not, but acting like nothing happened is utter bullshit and if you think that that is going to help then you’re wrong!” Jay’s standing up now, marching his way down the steps of the temple to where Kai is standing, looking seconds away from throwing a punch.

“Somethings happening with Cole!” Zane yells, and immediately the others shift their focus before sprinting up the steps to see Zane desperately cradling Cole’s face which was wet with tears. At least they looked like tears, except for the fact they were an iridescent green. Massive drops rolled down his cheeks and fell to the floor, some staining Zane’s clothes as he tried to hold onto the half-dead boy.

Everything else starts to glow, and Zane’s grip starts to falter as Coles's body almost falls through his hands, “What’s happening!” Jay screams, taking a step away from the green glow, his hand instinctively reaching out towards Kai.

“I don’t know, maybe his body is going to the cursed realm,”

“WHAT?! No no no, Cole, you can’t leave! Shit, why can I see your feet through him Zane, is this meant to happen when you get cursed?”

“I don’t know!” Zane yells, “I don’t- I don’t know what’s happening.” He steps back, allowing Cole’s body to lay on the floor as the glow begins to subside.

“MOM!” Cole shoots up, tears still running down his face as he struggles to catch his breath. The others watch in a mix of horror and relief as Cole slowly starts to come back to himself, and takes a moment to stare at his hands as the light of the sunrise shines through them.

His face tightens again, he looks almost scared of himself, and as the others rush in to give any comfort that they can.

All of them are yelling at once, most likely questions about what had happened, but he can’t find the energy to listen, instead, he leans into their touch, trying desperately not to think about how empty it feels against his skin.

He chokes out yet another sob, “Mom,”