#had time alone and let himself fully process everything

[aceofwonders]

rhydian finally getting to have a proper vigil for his father 🥺😭

[sxcret-garden]

NCT Dream getting pussy drunk [M]

ღ NCT Dream all members x fem-bodied!reader ღ genre: smut reaction ღ warnings: none

Author’s note: idk, i just had this idea last night and it had to get out askldöfjkdas

Mark:

doesn't get pussy drunk all the time, but when he does, it happens quickly

it's more likely when he's actually drunk

like that one time you're sitting on his face, your front facing his body, and the second he dips his tongue into you you can see the bulge in his pants growing

a few more licks and this guy is almost fully hard, that's how much it affects him sometimes

has his hands all over you as far as he can reach - like he just got that much more needy

hums at your taste and could cum from that alone, while he's desperate to figure out where to best hold onto you

has you falling apart on top of him eventually, and will get even more eager with his face still burried in your pussy if you start getting him off too

he's whining at all the sensations coursing through his body now, and you bet this guy is gonna cum within a minute

but even then he still needs to taste you, so you can be sure he won't be satisfied until he's made you cum a few more times

Renjun:

doesn't get pussy drunk easily, so when it happens for the first time he's so embarrassed afterwards???

like he does not know how to process the way he acted when he felt this carnal need to taste you more overtake him and cloud his mind

does everything in his might for just one more lick, and if you're feeling playful this might just be the best chance you could get to make him beg

he seems like a completely different person all of a sudden, grabbing onto you desperately and wanting nothing more than to bury his head between your legs

pure ecstasy running through his veins when he feels you clench around his tongue, almost crushing him in between your thighs when your high crashes down on you

he can't think straight at this point, all he knows is he needs more, and he needs it now

Jeno:

he just will not let you go when he gets pussy drunk, whether you're lying beneath him or are on top of him, riding his face

this guy holds you close with all his strength because he might just get addicted to the way it feels when you cum on his tongue

and maybe you should be grateful at this point that he doesn't get pussy drunk all that often, because you're in for an intense ride

loves the power he has over you when he overstimulates you, and will only give you space to breathe when it's apparent it's getting too much for you to handle

otherwise he'll just keep going, his tongue greedily fucking one orgasm after the other out of you until you're nothing but a whiny, shaking mess

though once it dawns on him what kind of state he just put you in, he'll suddenly become very soft, and he'll make sure to give you all the aftercare you could ever want

Haechan:

gets pussy drunk so easily, it happens almost every time he eats you out

like this guy just can't get enough of you, and there's just something about him having his face buried between your legs and your taste on his tongue that drives him crazy instantly

but most of the time he won't make sure you can't escape him, he might whine a little, but otherwise he'll just hope you'll let him have his fun for as long as possible

really he just wants to please you, and your taste drives him insane - he's way too in the moment to think about what may or may not happen even a second from now

and it just makes him soooo horny too

if you let him he will certainly start touching himself too while eating you out, but he won't permit himself to cum before you aren't 110% satisfied first

Jaemin:

I'm convinced this guy gets drunk on you in general, so imagine what it'd be like if he's pussy drunk on top of that

this is definitely gonna trigger both a very caring and a very possessive side of him so you're in for a ride...

gets pussy drunk fairly often though, so he's learned to keep himself in check most of the time

intense eye contact as he eats you out, his hands on your hips to keep you in place

he takes pride in knowing he can drive you crazy with just his tongue, though he will eventually add his fingers too to get you from one orgasm to the other

so soft when he lets you rest in between, asking if you're okay and if you want more (no matter how much he needs to taste you more, he won't rush into more than you can handle)

and then when you give him the okay he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow

starts slow and builds up his pace just right, because this guy has spent countless nights studying your reactions to everything he does to you to make sure he makes you feel as good as he possibly can

Chenle:

doesn't get pussy drunk all that often actually

but when it happens you will know

strikes me as the type who has fun teasing you and getting a little rough with you, so usually he'll make sure to keep you in place as he gives you the bare minimum just so he can get the gratification of hearing you beg for him

so when he suddenly goes super soft after finally letting you cum on his tongue you don't know what's going on for a second???

until you see the look on his face and hear him asking you if you want more in the most caring tone ever

it's clear a switch inside him flicked, and now all he wants to do is please you and take care of you, all thoughts of teasing you long gone

that doesn't mean he won't have you seeing stars in no time - he still knows what he's doing and he's doing it well

it's just that instead of being a little shit, he'll simply continue eating you out until you're a shaking mess underneath him, however long it'll take him

Jisung:

gets pussy drunk so quickly, he won't even know that he is when it first happens??

all he knows is that you taste so so good and he could spend forever eating you out and-

it'll dawn on him only wayyy later what just happened, unless you point it out to him

will simply keep going when he's reached that state, following only his urge to taste you more

is gonna make you cum on his tongue and then immediately continue - only when you start squirming and whining from the overstimulation does he stop for a moment

checks in on you, and when you tell him to slow down, he's trying, he's really trying, but you just taste so good, how could he not become a little greedy?

only when you suggest riding his face instead, so you could control the pace better, does the overstimulation fade into pure bliss

and this guy here too couldn't be happier, like he's just in heaven the entire time, wanting nothing more than to eat you out forever

[xazse]

Hello z! Just wanted to say your writing is so yummy and keeps me and the rest of your followers so full😋 BTW! More puppy girl hybrid?? (P.s this is my first request 🙂‍↕️❤️)

PT 2 OF MY MOST RECENT PUPPYGIRL!HYBRID FIC FOR THOSE WHO ASKED!!

PT1 HERE

Notes: IM SO HAPPY IM UR FIRST REQUESTEE! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!! And I’m super glad you enjoy my writing it really means a lot<33

Warnings: Hybrid!Gojo + fem!reader + PuppyHybrid!Reader + smut + small Drabble + not proofread + brat!reader + little bit of sub!Satoru + nipple!teasing + slight crying + overstimulation + mean!Suguru + exhibition

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WolfHybrid!Gojo who really can’t take all the teasing you’ve been putting him through. After the first incident Suguru made it 100 percent clear to you specifically that you are to not touch Satoru like that again, who knows what will happen if he’s not around. He’s not scared Satoru will hurt you but he should be eased into the world of pleasure not immediately made to cum on himself his first day in what is now his home.

Suguru scolds you bad, telling you how disappointed he is, how you know better! He knows how needy hybrids get especially your species but the toys he supplies for you should be more than enough. All you did in retaliation was make it a goal to ruin Satoru… poor thing why is he the victim in all of this? And yet he doesn’t even know.

You ignore Suguru’s rule when it’s just you and Satoru in the house.

You make an effort to rub yourself all over his body while wearing the thinnest layer of clothing, when he’s laying on the couch facing the ceiling you’ll come lifting his shirt up and licking all over his chest, even sucking on his nipples as extra stimulation. You love his reactions, everything makes him fully hard and his loud moans fill the empty living room. He can’t process what to do with this pleasure besides grabbing and fondling his cock until he’s finishing in his pants again.

It doesn’t take long for him to be hard all over again, and for you to repeat the process. If he asks if you can help him feel like that again you’ll force him to rub your ears for a good five minutes.

WolfHybrid!Gojo who gets to feel what it’s like being balls deep in your cunt, when you sink your nice ass to meet his pelvis, the poor wolf is fucking gone, he’s never felt something so tight around his cock, he’s never felt anything around his cock! Your plush walls squeeze him so good that he’s having a hard time forming sentences let alone words, all that’s slipping from his pretty slippery pink lips are moans, moans that emphasize how his balls are tightening and he’s cumming deep inside you.

You’re quick to start bouncing so cutely on him, your floppy ears bouncing along with you. Your toys don’t compare to Satoru’s thick cock, how has a woman never felt something like this? You can feel the twitching of his veins as he gets it up once again. You peek at his face to find the wolfman ruined, drool seeps from the corners of his lips and tears are decorating his lash lines.

When you finally cum, it’s a damn mess, the mixture of you two sit where you meet and seep out. The pleasure in the moment doesn’t have you thinking of what Suguru will do to you, doesn’t matter what he will do to the both of you, all you can think of is grinding down on Satoru’s cock for another orgasm.

Bonus!

Suguru is fucking furious, he was mad the first time but he let it slide since it simple curiosity on both sides. The simple curiosity has gone too far, you don’t fucking listen. Since the moment he had welcomed you into his home a few years back he’s had a hard time getting you to listen to directions.

He doesn’t hear you out when he drags you and Satoru to the bedroom, in fact he tells the both of you to keep going. You find yourselves shy under his eye and insist that you’ve both learned your lesson from his lecture earlier. He wasn’t really lecturing Satoru since he doesn’t know the rules as well as you do but this is a great learning moment.

He ignores you, ignores how you’re using the sweet eyes with him, he’s dead serious.

You’re quick to obey and incite a small kiss with Satoru, that turns into a full on make-out with Suguru watching intently.

The rest of the night is filled with moans and groans of complaints, Suguru had told Satoru to let any lewd feelings he had all on you, Satoru does not hold back at all, he fucks his thick cock into your sensitive walls over and over, the mess from earlier helps as to not hurt you so it’s so easy for him to slide back and forth. Satoru found himself ecstatic at the start but when he finds his cock overstimulated and his balls hurting from the painful pleasure he’s not feeling the same, but he for some reason won’t stop his hips from moving, he loves the feeling of having you cum around him nonstop, he loves Suguru watching him so intently, everything mixed together.

Your clit is so slippery that it’s hard to pinpoint where you should be rubbing, everytime you stop Suguru is quick to snap at you to keep going, this is what you wanted correct? He makes sure to ask that out loud, you’re so fucking adorable with the way you nod in his direction, he knows you have a few more in you.

[superhero--imagines]

Part 1 Here! / Part 2 Here! / This is Part 3! / Part 4 Here!

A/N: I don’t think the poll is over yet, but this one was very clearly going to have the highest percentage, I’ll do the “maybe if we were closer in age” one later though!

If you haven’t already please check out my Batman zine, it’s got so much fanfiction and beautiful art from five different artists! Please check it out, please. I need to find a way to compensate these artists. You can check it out here!

Bruce slumps in his chair, a longing glance spared to the decanter on the bookshelf.

He closes his eyes and wills away the craving. It’s always ten times worse when he wakes up the next day, and he can’t afford feeling worse at this point in his life.

Wasn’t it just yesterday he was twenty years old and he could spend all night playing Bruce Wayne’s party boy image, and be up in three hours feeling none the worse for wear. Now even after nine hours of solid sleep, he wakes up sluggish with an ache in his bones.

I have to be strong.

“Why did you keep her away from us?”

“Who?” he asks absentmindedly, his entire focus still on the brandy.

“(Y/N).” It’s the last name he expected to hear, especially from his oldest son. He looks up, hoping he’s misheard, but the look in Dick’s eyes proves him wrong.

Looks like I’m going to need that drink after all.

He reaches for the decanter, two crystal glasses retrieved from his desk drawer instinctually, glittering on his desk.

“Why are you bringing this up now?” He stalls by taking a sip, feigning casual, like the mention of your name alone didn’t set his heart racing.

“Don’t play this game with me Bruce,” Dick sounds more sad than angry, and it softens him. “Why didn’t you let us see her?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Then start untangling it for me.”

Bruce sighs, taking another sip of his father’s brandy. There’s a million reasons he could tell his son, none of which would be lies entirely, but softer than the truth.

But when he looks up into Dick’s eyes, he can’t bring himself to say any of them. Armed with nothing but liquor at the bottom of his cup, for the first time in four years, after dodging this question from reporters and acclaimed journalists and new paramours, he finally tells the truth.

“Because I didn’t want her to see you.”

A simple, ugly truth. He doesn’t bother looking up to see his sons reaction, he already knows a kind boy like Dick, a boy who’s fully believed his entire life that good prevails, won’t be able to process that his father did something like this. He makes better use of his time by refilling his glass.

Dick slumps in the chair by the time he’s polishing off his second peg, and pouring in his third.

“You did it to punish her?” He can see anger begin to replace shock, and he doesn’t blame him for it, but Bruce is angry enough at himself for the both of them.

“I wanted her to forget we ever existed.” This truth is as kind as it is ugly, and the nuance confuses Bruce even now. But three glasses of brandy affect him in a way that makes his tongue feel lighter and his mind feel free.

“I wanted to give her a potato sack full of money and jewels, and send her far away where no one knew who she was. I wanted her to meet a good partner, someone who would always put her first, and if they decided to extend their family I wanted her to be able to move on without feeling like she left anyone behind.”

“So you wanted her to have a great life, far away from you, and you never wanted to hear anything about it,” Dick’s voice is cold.

Bruce shakes his head. He wanted to hear everything about your new life. What kind of partner you picked. How you spent your days. When you got married. When you had your first child. When you had your second. Everything. And on bad days, he’d close his eyes and let himself imagine it was him standing next to you, that in some alternate universe he made a single different decision that gave him permission to deserve you.

“I was just tired of hurting her,” when you came in to his life, for the first time, he felt like he’s been allowed to have something of his own. Not as Batman, protecting to the city, or Bruce Wayne the mask he carried, but him as a man. But he could never seem to return the reverie you extended to him.

“Do you think she’d ever be able to move on, to live even a semblance of a normal life, if all of you were showing up at her house all bruised and beaten?”

Dick stays quiet now, and Bruce hates himself for having to say it out loud. His son may be an adult in the eyes of the law, but some parts of him are still childlike. After all, Bruce isn’t the only one putting Gotham first.

“I wouldn’t call the way she’s living now normal.” Dick’s been to your penthouse, he’s seen the photo albums full of tabloid clippings and the rare pictures he and his extended family post on social media. He’s seen the journal you keep, hidden on your bookshelf that he mistook for a regular novel during his bi-weekly trips to your place, full of notes on every article and picture and what might be happening behind the scenes to prompt a public appearance like that. Years of deductions and question he could have answered with a single text message a month, but Bruce wouldn’t even allow that.

Dick’s anger grows.

If Bruce had told him he did it to punish you, he’d be angry, but he would understand. Sometimes when you love someone that much, someone who’s too good for you, you grasp at any way to keep them. But this is a million times worse than that.

“If you loved her that much why’d you even let her go?”

Again, another question he wasn’t expecting. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but he doesn’t feel the sharp sting of surprise this time.

“Because sometimes love isn’t enough.”

Dick leaves. Bruce pours another glass, and when he’s sure he’s alone he pulls out his wallet, tugging out the family photo he keeps tucked beneath his black card, turning it over to see your portrait taped on the other side.

The corner of his mouth quirks up.

It was from when you’d both just gotten married, before you were used to upper class etiquette. You complained all morning about having to get ready and wear a bunch of expensive uncomfortable clothes designers had sent in for the article in the Gotham Times, emphasizing how ridiculous opulence like this was when there were so many bigger issues in Gotham.

He’d bought out every copy of the magazine in the city. He still had most of them, tucked away in a box in his closet that became the casket for your relationships. Every now and then he’ll unearth it, just to allow himself to be haunted again by your memory.

But for tonight, just your picture and a glass of brandy is enough.

“You’re so much better at this than I am.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

Jason todd with an s/o who died with him and they see each other again after a few years? Thank youuu!

When thinking of how your reunion with Jason would be like, this wasn’t what you had in mind, then again you didn’t think that your life would’ve been taken so young either until it was.

You both came back…different, vastly unlike the people you once were.

You knew you were supposed to be dead in that empty casket six feet underground like you should’ve been, but you weren’t and neither was Jason as fate had different plans for you both. A fate that ended up with you and Jason splitting up, wanting nothing but the best for the other despite knowing that no one would knew how you felt, especially when it came to being unceremoniously brought back in a body vastly different from the one you died in.

You and Jason never got to experience most things that other people had in your time of being dead. So much so that trying to navigate a fully grown body while trying to, or to cry out in frustration had you feeling more alone and isolated than ever.

You had long accepted that you and Jason were no longer the people you once were, and decided for yourself to try and attempt to lead your life as normal as possible. Whereas Jason was hellbent on getting back at the person who killed you both, while dealing with his own feelings of betrayal upon hearing that that man who took him in, had assumably done nothing during this time; You on the other hand knew that Bruce would’ve at least beat the joker with an inch of his life for certain, but chose to let Jason find out on his own terms.

He was a flurry of emotions and even you didn’t know what to do to calm him down because you weren’t those young kids anymore, you were ghosts brought back to haunt Gotham and remind them of their continuous failures. Life hasn’t changed when you both died and while you weren’t as bothered by it, Jason on the other hand found it hard to grasp that no one did anything to avenge you both, and unfortunately started talking to the gun.

You no longer could reason with him as he didn’t wish to listen to reason in his state at the time. It hurt to leave him as he was your first and possibly only love of your life, but you didn’t wish to see the man you love kill himself for a second time. You honestly didn’t think you’d see him again until you saw Jason’s bulky silhouette outside your window one night and immediately felt nostalgic of the past once again.

‘Jason.’ You said as you opened your window for him to crawl through with a grunt with just how big he was. You would’ve once laughed at this sight, but now you could only stare as your former lover with longing and mourning simultaneously, eyes racking his form and seeing just how much he has changed with scars of all sizes littered him from the neck down.

‘Baby bird.’ He replied softly, which didn’t help in making you grow more upset of the future you could’ve had with Jason had it not been robbed from you. ‘Sorry for dropping in you without warning. Your place was just closer.’ He adds as he sits himself down on your bed and took in the sight of your room, feeling an ache in his own heart when he saw a framed photo of a younger version of yourselves smiling on your desk. Feeling guilty, Jason quickly averted his eyes from the framed photo when he felt a lump in his throat beginning to form.

He couldn’t help but get mad at how unfair this fate was for you specifically, he didn’t care about himself as he was sure this was his fate from the beginning, but you? You deserved everything and so much more than what you were given. You were a big reason as to why he wanted revenge, why he wanted to get even, he did it because he felt that you were done dirty and he wasn’t going to allow for it; However in doing so, he had lost you in the process and he hated himself for it ever since.

‘That’s fine.’ You tell him as you sit down next to him on the bed. ‘I’m just glad that you’re still breathing considering the state I last saw you all.’ You trialed off as the stench of blood, Jason’s blood, that you’ve tried to block from memory came back to greet you in remission of the worst day of your life. You didn’t want to see him that hurt ever again, you couldn’t handle it without fearing that you were loosing him to revenge and violence; However the Jason you saw before you looked like a man who had long since learned a valuable lesson in all this, and was now trying to regain control of his life however he could.

Jason sighed as he too remembered that night he came back to you drenched in his own blood, he remembered the look upon your face and the tears brimming your eyes like it were yesterday. ‘I’m sorry. Im so fucking sorry you had to witness that, I just wanted to-‘

‘Make things right by getting back at those who wronged us. I know.’ You cut Jason off and placed your hand on the back of his, paying close attention to how he seemingly stiffened under your touch before visibly relaxing. ‘But revenge isn’t going to give us our lives back.’

‘Lives that were ripped away from us without reason.’ Jason reminded you with a bitter taste on his tongue.

‘If you did get revenge, what would it do other than remind you that you wasted all that time and energy only for nothing to change with one dead man laid at your feet. What then?’ You snapped, glaring daggers into the man beside you as he looked ahead at the wall in front of him with a distant look in his eye, ‘Will you feel vindicated in what you’ve done or realise that you’ve been reclaiming your life in that time?’ You took a deep breath to calm yourself down and closed your eyes as you felt yourself give into every emotion you swore you wouldn’t return to, you’ve just wanted to move on and live a life while you could.

While yes, you were angry that your life had been snuffed out so short, but you weren’t about to make your second chance at life all about revenge. It wasn’t worth it if it meant loosing valuable time over.

‘So you expected me to do nothing while the man who did this to us lives freely?’ Jason questions as he looks at you with disbelief, the Lazarus pit’s influence glowing within his eyes but you weren’t easily scared off by it, not when you also suffered from the influence of the Lazarus pit every night before bed.

‘Life didn’t halt when we died Jason.’ You remind him as you reached up to hold his face between your hands, stroking his cheeks while smiling at him softly. ‘Nor did it change when we came back the way we did, it continued on. We can harbour hate in our hearts and scream at the sky about unfairness, but we’ll surly loose breath in our lungs before anything is done about our suffering.’ You then rested your forehead against his own as you breathed him in. ‘So why not live while we are given the second chance, no matter how unusual it may be.’ You added barely above a whisper.

Jason knew you were right and as he leans towards your touch, slowly wanting more and more of it while he was here, he felt a weight within his chest lifted. ‘I was doing it for you.’ He tells you. ‘Out of everyone in this shit hole you deserved this fate the least and I couldn’t help but feel hopeless, powerless even when you died in my arms, only to come back vengeful when we were brought back by the Lazarus pit.’ Jason adds as he risked planting a kiss on your nose, making you a little teary eyed. ‘All I ever done was for you and it ultimately pushed you away, I’m sorry.’

You let a few tears slip your eye as you inhaled unevenly, pushing your forehead even more against his, just wanting nothing more than to feel him after being deprived of him for so long. ‘Don’t be sorry Jason, we were both lost and didn’t know how to feel about being brought back to life. It’s not a fate everyone can say they’ve been through like we have,’ you said with a halfhearted laugh. ‘so I don’t blame you for doing what you felt was necessary. I just wanted to live out my second life with you and I would’ve been happy.’ You admitted as Jason pulled you into his arms, holding you so tight as he presses his face into your shoulder to soak his tears that silently fell.

‘I’m sorry.’ He says weakly into your shoulder. ‘I’m so fucking sorry. I would’ve loved to have lived out my second life with you too and I would love to start doing that right away if that’s alright with you.’ He adds as you both wept into each other, holding onto each other for dear life.

‘Of course it’s okay,’ you told him, feeling happier then you’ve ever had in a long while as you were chocking on your own sobs, ‘It’s more then okay by me jay birdie.’ You burrowed yourself further into Jason and stayed like that until you both fell asleep with dried tears staining your cheeks, all the while the city outside your apartment continued on without so much as a care of this heartfelt reunion of lovers.

[xan-izme]

Dubble life 11 (ATSV x Reader x Batfam)

Summary: You can't do this alone

Part 10, Part 12

You felt stressed. The anomalies were popping up in Gotham and in New York at the same time. Of course, Aaron and Miles are there to handle things. But you no longer want their help. You don't want them to have that responsibility anymore. None of the burden.

And with Bruce. He hasn't talked to you. You haven't seen him in a few days. You felt like you have messed up everything. That he now hated you because of what you said.

But in truth. Bruce was just sulking behind closed doors. He's raised 4 boys so far, and he likes to think he's done a great job. Well, not a great job but an okay job. But with you, he feels like he's failing with every move he makes. He knows what you said is true.

He has the papers to prove you are his daughter. But he's missed 16 years of your life. Your uncles were more like fathers to you than he will ever be. And it hurts him. More than he would expect. And what hurts the most is that was the true you. Not the act you have been putting on for a few months. What he saw was a child struggling to morn her mother.

He would know.

But it must have been harder on you. Because you only had her. And now she's gone. And now you're stuck with him.

It was another night of kicking anomalies through portals. Preventing some minor crimes and avoiding Batman.

You sighed as you sat on top of the Wayne Mannor roof. The sun should be setting soon. You used to watch the sun set back in New York before beginning your day as spider woman.

You sighed as you pull out your phone.

Jason was looking for you. He needed to speak to you about, well everything. If he was to keep your little secret. Then he needed to know what the hell was going on. What's with the portal he saw you kick that one villain in, what was in the suitcase. Why are you being so secretive. It's suspicious, and he can't trust you fully. And he needs to trust you a little bit for this to work.

Jason enters your room, but you were nowhere to be seen. He assumed you were out with Damian.

If your gone. . .

Jason smirked to himself as he got the idea to snoop around. He walked around. He was Immediately at your bookshelf. He sighed in disappointment when he only sees education books. Books about physics and geology. Technology.

"No one is this into school." He pauses for a moment before correcting himself. "Tim. Tim is."

He grumbles as he tries to see anything else he can find. He circles around to a different side of your bed. He gasped as he finds a secret stash of books.

All fantasy fiction and history books Manga too. Harry Potter, Hunger games, Art of war, Game of thrones, The Odyssey, The lightning theft- the whole damn Percey Jason series. Heros, Gods and monsters of Greek Mythology- Wow! you're really into Greek mythology.

He hums in amusement and put things back. He Looked up to your desk and picks up a little picture of you and your cousin. He takes note of how you reacted when he mentioned Miles knowing about you being Spider woman. Probably the angriest he's seen you.

Your protective.

He sets the picture down and walks into your bathroom. Nothing out of the ordinary. A lot of hair products. He opens the mirror cabinet. Painkillers. Tylenol, ibuprofen. First aid which was, empty.

He pauses for a moment. Something doesn't look right. He closes the mirror cabinet. Then opens it again. He repeats the process before finally taking a look at both sides of the mirror. He knows this manner inside and out. practically memorized the blueprints. Both old and new.

He decides to try and pry the mirror cabinet open from the wall. And there, a secret stash within the wall. He grabs the small duffle bag. He opens it up to see your suit. and a Polaroid picture of a woman. Your mother he assumes.

He lets out a small sigh and puts it back and closed the mirror cabinet tightly. He decided it was time he goes back to looking for you. Yours still in the manor he knows that much. He saw your shoes and window open. He searched the manor but could not find you. He stepped outside to see if you were at the barn.

But when he looks up. He sees a glimpse of a head. Someone was on the roof.

Jason hurries back into the manor and makes his way onto the roof.

You stare at the video playing on your phone. Sniffling a little.

"Mom, stop. I mean it!" You laughed as you try to back away to a wall

"Nope. not happening!" Your mother pointed the water gun at you and started shooting

"AH! Mama!" You tried to run but tripped and fell on your face.

"Pfft-" Your mothers laugh could be heard along with yours

You continued to solemnly watch the old video. Not noticing Jason a little far behind from you. Listening and watching you. You looked so sad it was unconfortable.

But he felt, a little guilty. Just a little bit. Because if he thinks about it you have been through a lot. Jason took a few steps closer and cleared his throat to signal his presence.

You jolt at the noise and glance back and see Jason. You quickly look away and wipe your tears.

"What do you want."

Jason stood there awkwardly before taking a seat next to you. You stare at him with your tired eyes. Jason sighed as he looked back at you. "Look, kid. I know I'm a jerk. I'll be lying if I said I didn't mean to. But can you blame me? You're not telling me anything."

You stay silent before looking away. Contemplating weather, you should tell Jason the truth.

"You can't do this alone kid. Trust me, it won't work if you do this alone."

You let Jason's words sink in. Slowly realizing. He was right. You were scared, and truly didn't want to go through this alone. And this was Jason, so it should be okay, right?

"Do you believe in the multiverse?" You finally spoke up. Your words made Jason look at you a little confused.

"The multiverse, like different universes. Timelines and stuff."

You nod. "Yeah, something like that. . . it's real. The multiverse is real. And, in every universe, there is a Spider Woman or Spider man to protect and keep balance. This universe is mine to protect. Those bad guys you see me throwing through portals. Those are anomalies."

Jason listened in closely. Half of him believes you, the other half not really. But he's all ears.

"Anomalies from different universes, brought by portals that were ripped due to mankind tempering with forces that were beyond our understanding."

You talked about everything. About the society. About Alchemex. And the whole cannon situation. A fate every spider hero had to succumb to.

It felt nice to let everything out now, like some wight was lifted off.

Jason believed you. Well, he kind of does. He only believes you because, well it's you. And he doesn't see the use of you lying about something as crazy as multiverses.

But the fact that you were hiding all of that and you were planning to carry the burden alone when still in the process of mourning the loss of your mother. It concerned him a bit.

He could tell Bruce. This could be a family effort. You're a vigilante, so are they. The whole bat family can help. But you have already expressed that you can't let anyone else know about the multiverse thing you have going on.

For safety reasons you claim.

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A/n: sorry, this is a little short, but I do want to warn everyone that I will be a little late with the next few chapters because they will be longer and might be traumatizing. so, yeah. Thank you for reading

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[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Perfect.

Pairing/AU: Soft Boyfriend!Joel Miller X Curvy AFAB!reader , no outbreak.

Words count: 3612, One shot.

Summary: Basically Joel worshipping you and your curvy body ❤️

Warning: +18 only because there is a little bit of smut in the end (Joel 🍽️😺), nothing too serious but still. Reader is curvy, has wide hips, big breasts, has hair (not specified how long or what color it is or anything), has a freckle above her upper lip. Age not mentioned but they’re both fully grown adults. Joel is the cutest and loves you deeply like anyone has ever done before. (If I did things right you will end up crying a little bit, hopefully)

We talk about not accepting ourselves, seeing ourselves as ugly, having a bad relationship with a parent (mom), briefly about bullying and in general about how society perceives non-conforming bodies and how sometimes we convince ourselves that we are wrong. I don't go into much depth but there are still some passages that I feel are truly mine, so you are warned. I don’t want to trigger you, I want you to feel beautiful and valid and one of a kind and special. All of you.

I was toying myself with the idea of a story about Joel and a curvy reader and this came out. I wrote this at 2am after listening to “Pedro” and “Glow” by Omar Apollo with tears streaming down my face, it’s probably full of mistakes (English is not my first language, no beta reader because it’s 2 fucking am and I should sleep like everybody else in my time zone instead of doing this DAMN!) so I beg your pardon, my brain is a mess right now.

Most of all, I hope you will like it, let me know! Thanks to anyone who will read this.

You wake up in bed alone and you stretch your arm on the other side of the bed feeling it empty and cold.

Joel is out for work, meeting a big potential client who wants to renovate his huge mansion.

Obviously he has to try to get the job, but you feel like he's been forever away when he's only been gone for two days.

Your bed feels so large without him in it.

You grab his pillow to try to inhale his scent, just a little tiny bit of him that still lingers on it.

Your man smells amazing, even when he come home after a full day of working in a construction site you’re madly aroused by the minty, sweet, sweaty essence of him.

You don’t care that he’s covered in dust and rubble, you just throw yourself in his arms and take his mouth that rightfully belongs to you and only you and you feel so lucky and blessed to have him in your life.

You had so much troubles with your love life.

You’ve never been skinny, to begin with.

You always had a discomfort with your appearance, your friends were tiny and cute while you were just standing there being ignored.

You had a very almond mother that didn’t waste a chance to remind you how big you are, how much you need to take diet more seriously and become the skinny person every guy wants to marry.

You suffered from that until you were an adult and you could afford going to therapy.

It helped you a lot.

Embracing your body and shape was a long and difficult process but it was worth it.

You gained so much confidence and learned how to be kind to yourself.

But you still had difficulty with boys, growing up you learned to notice strange guys at first glance, after a series of failures with gym fanatics who wanted to change you, older men who wanted to control you and cowards who kept you hidden as if they were ashamed of you.

And then, one day, you met Joel.

While you were looking at him from the other side of the bar too shamed to do anything he walked towards you.

You immediately thought that he was coming to talk to your skinny friend that was with you but no.

He wanted to spoke to you.

That big strong man, broad chest and shoulders, wavy dark brown hair and eyes like the most delicious chocolate cake introduced himself and asked if you wanted something else to drink and the last thing you know you two were talking about everything for 3 hours straight, totally immersed in each other.

You barely noticed that your friend tap your shoulder to tell you that she was going home.

You mentally took a note to apologize profusely to her the following day but you really didn’t want to leave.

It felt too good to be with Joel, talking to him was so easy and he melted your heart in a way you didn’t experience in a long time.

You really didn’t want to give up on him.

You have so much in common with him and he made you laugh and you felt cute and confident and it really worked like magic.

He made sure to compliment your outfit and your hair and your pretty eyes and he made you feel so good about yourself.

You noticed the way he was smiling and looking so intensely at you, he was hungry and turned on by you.

You couldn’t believe that this handsome man was so into you but couldn’t ask for anything better.

You never really parted ways after that first night together, he was a perfect gentleman, took you home on his truck and he never tried to touch you until the two of you arrived at your door.

He was saying goodnight to you when you heard him whisper “oh fuck it” and he kissed you, no longer holding back. It was a perfect kiss, full of desire and passion and you could feel his need for more through his lips and the way his tongue found its way into your mouth.

You felt vulnerable and weak as if he really saw you, beyond appearances, beyond fences that you have built to defend yourself, in the most hidden part of yourself. And you didn’t mind feeling that way in front of a man, in front of him.

You knew it was right.

You could feel it in your bones.

You wanted to drag him inside the house but you stopped just in time before completely losing control.

“I don’t do this at first date, you know” you whispered in his ear while he was kissing your neck giving you shivers down your spine.

His mouth was eager and insatiable, nipping at your skin like he was starved, but again, he was a real gentleman and didn’t do anything you didn’t wanted.

He was fully respectful of your boundaries and conquered your heart with patience.

At your fifth date you were so thirsty for him that you couldn’t even get to the restaurant.

He knocked at the door dressed in dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt that hugged his biceps and his chest in a way that drove you completely wild, you took his hand without saying a word and run to the bedroom dragging him with you with no shame whatsoever.

You didn’t care about manners, dinner that was booked the week before, whatever else that could delay that moment.

You just wanted him.

You felt safe with him and this made you even more horny.

He fucked you wildly and then cuddled with you in the sweetest way ever.

Your heart was full, your body soothed and your thirst quenched.

You moved in together after 6 months of the most fulfilling relationship you had ever had.

Joel has his flaws, he is stubborn, when he is angry he can barely speak and mutters under his breath, he doesn't know how to cook, he's messy and leaves his dirty socks on the carpet in the living room, sometimes he's way too protective and it drives you crazy the way he always tries to warn you off from everyone as if you're not used to assholes.

Minor things compared to how he makes you feel anyway.

When he loves, he loves deeply.

He showers you with compliments and nice gestures, he’s a grumpy with a heart of gold.

And he’s handsome. So handsome you can’t believe that he’s your man even if he makes sure to tell you how beautiful, smart and sexy you are everyday.

You yawn and finally decide to get up, you head to the kitchen and make yourself a coffee.

It’s Saturday and Joel is supposed to come home in a few hours.

After breakfast you do some chores and cleaning around the house.

You go to the supermarket to buy ingredients to make his favorite dinner.

And then you decide to take the afternoon to yourself, you take a long bath and relax in the tub listening to music lulled by the hot water and the scent of bubble bath.

Once out, you decide to wear the dress you wore on your first date with Joel.

You remember perfectly how he looked at you and you feel a shiver down your spine. You haven't worn it for a while and as soon as you put it on you discover that it is too tight on your breasts and hips. You know you've gained a few pounds since you've been with him, you're relaxed, you're happy, you don't care, but you really wanted to give him a perfect evening and this makes you nervous. You look in the mirror and fall back into all the negative thoughts about yourself. It's a fragile balance.

You're still navigating the middle of it, even though you're much better.

You take off the dress and put it back in the closet, hidden, where you can barely see it, hoping bad mood will pass even though you know it has completely ruined your day.

You start cooking, leaving the decision on what to wear until later.

You like cooking and have always been successful at it, your grandma shared all her recipes with you and teached you all her secrets.

Your mother just told you the calories in everything you cooked.

When everything is ready you go to get dressed, you stare at your clothes for what seems like an infinite amount of time, sighing. In the end you choose another dress, black, narrower at the waist and wider at the hips. It leaves your legs uncovered, it's not like the other one but it still suits you so you make the best of it.

You’re spraying yourself with your favorite perfume when you hear the keys turning in the lock and you instinctively run to the door.

As soon as he opens the door you don't even give him time to enter and you throw your arms around his neck.

“Hi sweetheart” he whispers in your ear as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tight against his chest “did you miss me?”

You can hear a little laugh in his voice as you reply “of course, I couldn't wait for you to come back”

You take his lips with urgency and just feeling his scruff brushing gently against your cheeks and your cupid bow makes you feel better.

He tastes sweet, he’s warm and familiar.

He never fails to make you whole.

When you're with him it feels like the world is turning right, like things are all falling into place, magically.

One look is enough for him to understand you.

His tongue makes room into your mouth so easily and intertwined with yours and you’re lost in his embrace.

When you finally part to take breath he’s grinning and watching at you with burning desire in his eyes.

“I missed you too. Let me see you, sweetie. I want to admire my beautiful babe in this dress”

You instantly feel better and do a pirouette laughing to make him look at you.

“Jesus, hun, it’s really amazing on you”

You walk up to him and give him a kiss on the hairless part of his beard, then take his lips again.

You moan into his mouth when his hands move to your ass, stroking it gently then squeezing it.

“I love your ass babe, so full and juicy and soft”

You whine at his praise, kissing his jawline and his neck.

You rest your face on his chest enjoying his warmth.

“It's amazing how you always make me feel better. I felt like crap a few hours ago." you murmur.

“Why, love, what happened?” you can clearly hear concern in his voice.

“I wanted to wear the dress I wore the first time we went out…but it's too tight now” you whisper, a little bit ashamed.

He cups your face with his hands, looking at you with sweetness.

An incredible sweetness that instantly melt your heart.

“Don’t be sad babe, a dress is just a dress, it doesn’t fit you anymore? Who cares. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I’m so lucky to have you”

You want to cry, but you don't, instead you take his lips back into yours, grateful to have a man like that by your side.

No one has ever made you feel more loved than him.

You kiss him intensely, so much that you're almost breathless, but it doesn't matter.

You feel his erection pressing against your thigh and you can't wait any longer, you even forget about dinner already being prepared and he doesn't seem worried either.

“Can we go to our bedroom already? I need you so bad, Joel” you pant against his skin.

“Whatever my love wants” and he take you by the hand “I definitely need to remind you how much I love you and how incredibly sexy and lovely you are. Come with me”

He takes you to your bedroom without stopping to hold your hand and makes you sit on the edge of the bed.

He looks you in the eyes as he caresses your cheek with his knuckles. It's incredible how delicate his big hands can be.

He trace the outline of your jaw with his fingertips never stop looking at you.

He then moves to your neck, placing his hand right under your ear, his fingers hidden in your hair.

He leans down to kiss your nose and your lips, so softly.

“Babe, you’re the most precious thing I have in my life, I don’t know what I would do without you”.

His voice is low, slightly hoarse, it surrounds you like a hug, it goes straight to your heart, every little intonation that characterizes it, how it glides over the vowels and caresses the consonants, his breathing, that warmth that emanates, that sense of familiarity and comfort, his sensitivity and his inner strength and his fragility that he is not afraid to show.

He lowers the straps of your dress and makes you stand up just for a moment to let it fall at your feet, sliding it over your hips.

He makes you lie down on the bed, while he also undresses, remaining in his boxers. He climbs onto the bed and lies down next to you.

“Never forget how gorgeous you are, please”

His hand slides over your breast, still covered by your bra, he searches for your nipple and takes it between his fingers, pinching and pulling it gently.

“I love your tits, so big and perfectly shaped” and he kisses you there. “I love your pretty face, and your smile and your sparkling eyes and your luscious lips.” Each word is followed by a kiss on the body part he just mentioned “And your silky hair. And this freckle right here. Above your upper lip. I would do nothing but kiss it all the time. I love the smell of your skin and your taste, so sweet.”

You can't believe he's doing this, he's literally worshipping every part of you.

“I love your incredibly sexy hips and thighs."

His lips move over you like velvet, like butterflies flapping their wings on your skin, so impalpable and yet so real.

“I love every inch of your body, especially those that seem too much to you. And of course I love your intelligence and how you laugh at my stupid jokes that never make anyone laugh. I love that you’re funny and sarcastic. I love the little wrinkle that comes between your eyebrows when you concentrate. I love the way you squint when I say something about my work that you don’t know. I love the way you look at me, I love hugging you and feeling your breathtaking body on mine.”

Joel isn't one for many words, he generally prefers action but now he's a river in flood and looks at you haunted.

It's an incredible feeling to have him all to yourself, to have the certainty of being able to trust him blindly, without the fear that he will turn out to be like everyone else you've been with.

No one has ever treated you this way before, with devotion, as if your body were a priceless treasure.

You yourself were mean to this body, you hated it, you tried to change it, you cursed it and cried because it didn't look like anyone else's when the only thing you wanted was to be like one of your friends.

Thin. Impeccable. Someone who fits any dress and who has never heard "we don't have your size". One who wasn't laughed at, treated like a joke, one who everyone looked up to, one whose face people didn't throw pies at and call a whale or a monster.

Joel knows all this. You told him. And everything he's ever tried to do is exactly the opposite of what they've always done to you.

An ode of love to you, to your body, to your soul.

He moves between your knees, settling at the end of the bed.

He leaves a trail of kisses along your inner thighs moving up and up towards your pussy, his beard deliciously rough on your skin.

He smiles at your already wet panties, at the unmistakable stain that spreads across the front.

You wore a cute white lacy pair with matching bra that he bought to you last Christmas.

You sigh in anticipation as he takes the time to stroke and tease your clit through the fabric with just one finger.

He then slides his fingers into the sides of your panties, he makes your hips rise slightly and takes them off, smiling at you.

You gasp as he buries his face between your legs kissing your folds so softly, he stick his tongue out and lick your lips and then part them with two fingers and kiss your clit.

You moan loudly and feel his smile widening on your skin, he’s so good at this and he knows that you love the way he does it.

He takes your clit in his mouth and suck gently.

“You’re so wet babe” and he kiss your lips again “so good for me, the perfect woman”

He teases your hole with his tongue, just the tip, while his thumb circle around your clit.

Nice and slow, a steady pace that makes you whimper against his face.

You grab his hair pushing him even more against your pussy, whining in pleasure.

You feel his beard crawling across your skin, you know it will redden your skin but you don't care, you don't care about anything now.

He continues to lick you, up and down and then back to your clit, his large hand splayed on your tummy.

You've always been ashamed of your tummy.

He adores it. He always tells you, he likes to touch it and he likes to kiss it and he loves that it’s so soft and fluffy.

He groans as you tug his hair and increases the pace, making his way into your hole with two of his thick fingers, stretching you and searching for the spongy spot that always makes you feel on fire.

You raise your head slightly to look at him and see his eyes staring at you mischievously and proudly, he likes looking at you, he doesn't want to miss a second of your pleasure.

He’s again on your clit with his mouth, swirling around it with his tongue.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you, you whine again and again more and more loudly.

He doesn’t stop.

“Joel I-” your voice cracks in an attempt to say something “God, I just can’t”

“Yes, you can, babe, just come for me, I want to feel it. Come all over my face”

you whine, squeeze his head between your thighs, your hand tucked in his hair “Joel!”

You feel a heat radiating inside you, your orgasm building as he gives you no respite.

“Come on baby, give it to me” he whispers softly on your skin.

And you do. You explode at his praise, at his begging for you to give him what he wants.

You pant loudly as he doesn't stop licking you until you calm down.

He comes back next to you and kisses you. You taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue, you're all over his face and it drives you crazy.

“Fuck me Joel. Fuck me now, please” your voice comes out almost desperate.

He looks at you, nodding without saying anything else, takes off his boxers and climbs on top of you, making you spread your legs to make room for himself. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it on your clit. Once, twice, three times, wetting it with your pleasure that slid down to your inner thighs.

“You want my cock, babe?”

You nod repeatedly looking at him with beg in your eyes.

“Tell me how much you want it”

“I want it, Joel. I want it so bad. Please”

He enters you effortlessly, even though he's big, much bigger than any man you've ever had.

“Always so tight for me, God, you’re so amazing”

He wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you up to sit on top of him, he’s sitting on his heels, his cock still inside you.

He kisses you deeply, his tongue licks hungrily into your mouth, he holds you tight against his chest, you moan into his lips feeling you totally enveloped by him, your arms around his neck, ruffling his hair, your thighs around his waist.

His cock burns in your center, he moves his hips to sink into you, deep.

You feel like you're one, you're totally drunk on him and it's an overwhelming thrill.

He fucks you like this, holding you close to him, each thrust harder and harder, your face hidden in the crook of his neck.

You fill your nostrils with his scent, his masculine unmistakable scent, the one you were missing this morning.

The scent that smells of home and comfort and caresses and the purest love you've ever felt.

It’s here now.

And it’s yours.

You end up hugging each other on the bed, tired but incredibly happy. You are still held in his arms as he whispers “I love you” into your hair.

You look up and look him in the eyes and you know it's true.

"I love you too.”

[flippinpancakes64]

How the Cullens would react to you being a newborn

*Note* This is my first ever post please be nice :(

Edward:

Super supportive

Is so so patient

Will teach you everything he knows about self control and how to best curb your hunger

Will go hunting with you every day if that's what you want

He doesn't care if you're dangerous he wants a hug so he's getting a hug

Protective x100

If Jasper still has trouble trusting you after you've mostly gotten yourself under control he will be right there telling him to back off

10/10 would let him turn me into a newborn

Alice:

Again, supportive x100

She deals with Jasper on the daily, she knows how to help with cravings and sporadic behavior

Can easily stop you from things you shouldn't do because she can see them in the future

Would go hunting with you

Would lose her patience after a while if you keep tearing the clothes she buys you tho

(Not actually she'd just be a little frustrated :) )

Would also come to your defense if Jasper or anyone else doubts that you have yourself under control

"I can literally see the future it's fine-"

Jasper:

The worst of them all probably-

He's very tough to get to in the first place

He has a dark past, most of his trauma is from Newborns

He doesn't trust you for a really long time

Super skeptical, will follow your every move ready to hold you down

He's just trying to protect his family tho

You're gonna have to be on your best behavior if you ever want him to trust you again

He'll come around eventually though with the help of his family to show him that you're adjusting well

After he's certain you're no longer a threat he will feel so bad

Cuddles x100

He's just a big softie who loves his family behind those scary eyes

Rosalie:

Ok I lied she might be the worst actually-

If you did this to yourself or had another one of the Cullens turn you chances are she's never gonna talk to you again (sorry)

I mean we all know that she hated Bella's guts until she got pregnant with Renesmee

But if you got turned by accident or by a rogue vampire attack?

Supportive x200

Mama Bear mode activated fr

She remembers what it was like all too well

The pain, the confusion, the anger, the hatred

You couldn't do a single thing wrong in her eyes

You accidentally attacked a hiker? It happens to the best of us

You broke one of the super expensive cars by closing the door too hard? It's ok Carlisle can buy a new one

Can and will defend you if anyone says you're not ready yet

Emmett:

Kinda chill tbh

Obviously since he's the strongest he's with you most of the time to hold you back if need-be

But he's more interested in making bets against anyone who will bet with him

"I smell an elk up ahead, I bet I'll get to it before they can"

"I bet I'll win in an arm wrestling contest"

"I bet they'll scream at Edward for playing that piano too loud"

Mostly is just a good supporter

He's really observant though and is a good judge on if you're ready to be alone yet or not

Esme:

Supportive x100

She hates seeing anyone in pain and you are no exception

Will give you all the tips and tricks she can think of

How to control your cravings, the best animals to hunt, the best places to go to just scream and let it all out

She's got you covered

Wouldn't be that strong of an advocate towards you being ready tho-

She acknowledges that she is not very well versed in this field and will accept Carlisle's or Jasper's judgements very seriously

She will do her best to help you though

Carlisle:

The man for the job fr

He has raised four different newborns that he created mostly all by himself

He knows exactly what to do

How to best help you, how to make sure you feel the least pain possible, how to speed up your process

Literally anything

He's very open to answer any questions you have

If you were dying and he did this to save you he'd be perfectly okay with you wanting nothing to do with him

He understands

It will take a while to fully convince him that you are in control of your urges, but one he's convinced he is on your side 100%

Vampire! Bella:

Definitely the most sympathetic

She was the most recent change, she remembers it the most

Even though she did have her self-control on her side, she still remembers how difficult it was

Will stand by your side no matter what

She's not scared of you or what you could do

To her you're still you

Will do her best to help you with anything you need

Does her best to help give you distractions if there are people nearby

Once she believes you're ready, she will not take no for an answer

She's stubborn

Very good support tho 10/10

[coryosmin]

reunited - finnick odair x reader

a one shot based off of this ask. reader is saved from the capitol and brought to district 13. she gets discharged from the hospital wing and is finally able to spend time with finnick.

warnings: MDNI mentions of mental health issues, trauma, mentions of starvation, female reader, smut, oral (f receiving)fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, this is honestly rushed so if it sucks I apologize lol

word count: 2,000 words

Finnick was distraught without you, to say the least. After you had been taken out of the arena by the Capitol, he taken by District 13, he didn’t know what to do, what to say, how to feel. He was lost. As though nothing had any meaning to him any longer. He wished you were dead. He wished he was dead. He wished everyone was dead because it would mean that no one would be suffering and therefore, nothing could go wrong.

Day in and day out, tying knots in a rope to ground himself so he didn’t get lost in his thoughts. Wake up, eat breakfast at the assigned time, space out, eat lunch, space out, eat dinner, space out, go to bed, and wake up in the morning. Repeat the process.

His only small sliver of hope was being gifted a trident to start practicing with. Just something to take his mind off of the horrors that you were likely going through. That was until he was asked to speak to Katniss’s PR team, to get filmed and broadcasted to all of Panem in the hopes that they rescue Peeta, Johanna, and you from the Capitol. And Finnick was more than ready to do so.

And when news came that you had been rescued and that the mission was a success, Finnick ran to the hospital wing, calling your name. “Y/N!” he shouted, busting through the doors.

And then came the shout of your voice. “Finnick!”

He looked over to you, seeing you on the hospital bed. You didn’t care for any of your injuries, tearing the tubes out of your skin to run up to Finnick. And he engulfed you in his arms, holding you closely as you wrapped your arms around him. Nothing mattered more to either of you than that you were together. No matter what happened, everything would be okay because Finnick finally had you.

A weight had been lifted off of Finnick’s shoulders as he realized that you were okay and now you were safe. He looked you up and down. You were thin, due to being starved by the Capitol, you had bruises all over your face, and you overall just looked worn out. But even so, Finnick thought you were the most beautiful woman to ever exist.

Eventually, he had to let go of you and leave. It was time for bed within District 13 and you needed to be attended to. So Finnick had reluctantly left you alone with the doctors and nurses. He had gone back to his room that night and cried happy tears, grateful that you were alive.

After that initial visit, however, you weren’t allowed visitors for a while. Apparently, the Capitol had really messed up with not only your physical health but also your mental health and being locked up in a bunker reminded you of being locked in the cell in the Capitol. Therefore, you needed time to adjust.

It took about two weeks before you could have visitors. And after that, Finnick visited you every night and talked to you about anything and everything. And it helped you so much. So much so that you were able to be released within a week, your injuries fully healed and a healthy amount of weight put back onto you. And you were allowed to share your room with Finnick.

When you and Finnick had gone to your shared room that night, nothing stopped Finnick from just grabbing your face and kissing you. And you of course kissed him back. The kiss was desperate and hungry, as though you both worried that if you stopped the other would just wither away into nothingness and you would be left alone once more. Finnick’s arms were wrapped tightly around you, not enough to hurt you but enough to be firm and secure you. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to you.

Finnick pulled away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. “I missed you so much,” He murmured, his voice cracking. “I was so lost without you, baby.” His green eyes had turned glossy, signaling the emotions he was feeling.

You felt yourself tearing up as well, bringing a hand to caress his cheek. “I missed you so much too, Finnick,” You sniffled. “The thought of ever seeing you again was the only reason I got through everything the Capitol put me through.”

And so Finnick kissed you again. His lips were soft against yours, kissing you slowly this time. His tongue traced your bottom lip, causing you to let out a soft moan at the feeling as you parted your lips. His tongue entered your mouth, exploring it. One of your hands went to Finnick’s hair, gently entangling your fingers in it while the other was wrapped around his neck.

Finnick’s hands were roaming your body, feeling you through the jumpsuit provided by District 13. He brought his hand up to the zipper. He was about to tug it down but decided to ask you first. He pulled away from the kiss. “Need you, baby,” he murmured. “Is that okay?”

You nodded your head. “I need you too, Finnick,” you murmured back, going back to kissing his lips. Finnick immediately kissed you back, tugging the zipper down on your jumpsuit and taking it off of you. You helped by kicking it to the side. You did the same to Finnick, unzipping his jumpsuit and taking it off of him.

Finnick gently pushed you to the bed, sitting you down at the edge of the bed. He reached behind you to unclasp your bra, taking it off of you and throwing it to the side. He pulled away from the kiss to look you up and down. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he said softly, kneeling in front of you. “Gonna make you feel so good, yeah?”

You bit your lip, nodding your head at your wonderful boyfriend. Your cheeks were red as you looked at him. Finnick gave you a small smile, gently spreading your legs. He grabbed the hem of your panties, pulling them down. “If you want to stop at any point, my love, please tell me.”

You gave him a small smile. “I want this, Finnick,” you replied, caressing his face. “I need this.”

Finnick smiled up at you, taking your panties off the rest of the way and tossing them aside. He grabbed one of your legs, kissing you from your ankle and working his way up to your inner thigh. And when Finnick got to your pussy, he sighed in contentment as he placed a kiss onto your pussy lips. You bit your lip, spreading your legs further for him. Finnick gave you a smirk before bringing his tongue out, licking the slit of your cunt before tonguing your clit.

You let out a small moan, a hand moving to entangle in Finnick’s hair while the other gripped the sheets of the bed. Finnick let out a soft moan, sucking on your clit. You closed your eyes in pleasure, throwing your head back. Finnick continued to suck and tongue your clit, bringing a finger up to your hole and inserting it slowly. You let out another soft moan. “Oh fuck.”

Finnick moved his finger slowly inside of you, thrusting it in and out at the same time as he sucked your clit. He missed your pussy so much. You always tasted so divine and delicious. He just adored you with all his heart. Finnick added another finger, curling both of his digits inside of you. You let out a loud moan, gripping Finnick’s hair. “Oh fuck!” You moaned out, clenching around his digits.

Finnick pulled away from your clit to look at you, keeping his fingers inside of you as he thrusted them faster inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “That’s it, baby,” he said, looking up at you. You looked so beautiful. Your skin was flushed, you were blushing, your back was arched slightly. Finnick absolutely adored you. “Gonna cum on my fingers?”

You whined, nodding your head. Finnick smiled before going back to sucking your clit, making you buck your hips against his face. “So close, Finnick,” you whined, feeling yourself come undone. And with a few more thrusts, your thighs clenched together and shook as you came hard around his digits. “Oh my god!” You moaned out.

And when you came down from your high, Finnick removed his fingers from you. He pulled away, licking his lips as he stood up. His cock was painfully hard in his boxers. He palmed himself, looking at you. You opened your eyes, looking up at Finnick and breathing heavily. He smiled at you. “Do you want to continue?” He asked softly.

You nodded your head enthusiastically. “Please, Finnick,” you replied. “Need your cock inside me.”

And that’s all Finnick needed to pull his boxers down and throw them aside. “Lay down, baby,” he said, stroking himself slowly. You obliged, laying your head down on the pillow. Finnick crawled on top of you, holding himself up with one arm as his other guided his cock to your entrance. And without any hesitation, he eased himself inside of you.

You both moaned in unison. You wrapped your arms around his torso, holding Finnick close as he eased his cock inside of you. You both looked into each other’s eyes, not needing any words to be spoken. His green orbs looked into your beautiful e/c ones, making you smile softly at him. Though your smile quickly contorted into a face of pleasure as Finnick began thrusting his hips slowly.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart,” Finnick whispered shakily, leaning on his forearms as he moved his hips.

“You’re so big,” you whispered back, moaning softly. “Needed you so bad.”

“I needed you too, baby,” Finnick replied, leaning down to kiss your lips.

You kissed Finnick back. He continued his slow pace inside of you, thrusting his hips as the two of you relished in one another’s touch. Being able to be with you after having you gone for so long wore Finnick down a lot. And he just needed you desperately. Not just physically but mentally too. And soon, Finnick was quickening his pace and angling his hips to hit that spongy spot inside of you. You both moaned loudly at the feeling.

You pulled away from the kiss, throwing your head back in pleasure as Finnick thrusted into you. He began kissing your neck. “I missed you so much,” he practically whined in your ear.

“I missed you too, Finnick,” you whined back, gasping when Finnick kissed your sweet spot.

“I love you,” he moaned out, moving his hips faster.

“Oh fuck-“ you moaned, arching your back as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly. “I love you too!”

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” Finnick asked. “You’re clenching around me so good. Please cum for me,” he moaned, burying his head in your neck.

And so you came around Finnick’s cock, whining and moaning as you did so. And soon Finnick followed shortly after.

Finally, the two of you were reunited at last.

[ghostbustting]

Hiiiii !!

How are youuuu???

I was wondering if you could write something for early 2000s James Hetfield where reader is in her mid twenties but haven't lost her virginity yet because she is waiting for the right person and James just so happen to be the right person.

But like really fluffy too you know

You don't have to right it if you don't want to, I completely understand

HAVE A GREAT REST OF YOUR DAYY 💕💕

HIII I'm so sorry I haven't found a lot of time to finish the requests, I promise I'm trying to find as much freetime as possible to finish em all 🫶 over here stressed out by competitions 😭 ALSO THIS IS SO SWEET❗️

╰┈➤“𝑾𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻„ ๋࣭

James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut.

“Okay let me get this straight..”

James looked at me with a raised eyebrow, his eyes slightly widening as he leaned over the small shitty dinner table I had in the kitchen of my flat, his hands placing down the metal fork and knife he was previously holding onto the plate where his food was still halfway done from being gone.

I chuckle to myself as the man in front of me ask me, "You haven't lost your virginity?" The tone of his voice and the look on his face shows a genuine hint of disbelief at the unanswered question itself.

”No..” I answered with a small sigh, a smile still on my face, faltering a little while I look down nervously. The answer that just slipped out of my lips itself has been something I’m not fully proud of, feeling rather embarrass of still being what they would call “pure” at my current age. Even though I have my own reasons behind it.

The way James’ eyes widened even more and his jaw dropped a little, I could tell that he himself did not believe my answer.

It was just another Saturday night, James had asked me to have dinner together in my rather small flat, what I thought would’ve been a big contrast to what his usual preference. I had only been dating him for almost a year now, and that fact alone still made me stay awake at night, wondering what the fuck I did to have him right here in front of me.

He and even his exes were everything I’m not.

Yet he made me feel like I’m everything he needs.

James leaned back and ran a hand through his short blond hair, his other hand taking the glass of water as he slowly sip on it, he sigh as he place it back down, his eyes gazing back up at me. “..But you’re—”

”Old enough? I know.”

He paused for a moment and furrow his eyebrows, head tilted. A small chuckle leave his lips while his head shook a little, “I was about to say a wonderful human being.” He spoke, his shoulders shrugging. “You’re seriously telling me no guy has ever tried it with a woman with a personality like yours?”

Looking down, I can feel my cheeks heating up— no doubt they’d be red at the moment. His words seems to be so simple, yet so genuine. I didn’t quite expect him to make a comment on my personality when I felt like finding a person like me was something not hard to do.

There never was much to comment about myself anyways. I always found myself to be someone predictable.

Chuckling softly, I look back up at him, “No, I just.. I don’t feel ready yet.” I slowly confessed, my hands fiddling with the hem of my shirt under the table, feeling the slightest bit of nervous with the topic.

”Scared?” He asked, in a way of asking for a ‘confirmation’.

”I..” I trail of and took a deep breath, letting it out in a heavy breath as I smile softly at him, my answer coming out in slow soft voice, “I’m waiting for the right one.. the right person.”

His head nods slowly as a sign of understanding, a small smile on his face as he look at me. "What um.. what about me?" He starts, a hint of hesitant in his voice, I could tell he was going to ask something he might think was rather 'risky', my guess was answered when he spoke up again, "Do you think.. I could be.. the one..?"

The question struck me like lightning. I look down, processing his words in a loop inside my brain. I think about my answer again and again, the urge to say yes consuming my heart, making it thump slightly faster, meanwhile my brain told me to think wisely with my answer.

Before I could answer anyways, James spoke up. "—It's fine." He say, making me raise an eyebrow as he snap me out of my train of thoughts. "You don't have to answer it." A genuinely soft smile was on his lips as he look at me with those kind blue eyes, a different gaze than the one I usually see him use onstage.

"Just know.." His hands slowly reach over the small table and hold both of mine, "I really.. really love you." As the words leave his lips, it hits right into my heart instead, filling my stomach with butterflies when I can hear how genuine his voice sounds.

"Like.. I'm totally definitely absolutely obviously one hundred and one percent infinitively serious about this."

A small soft laugh leave my lips, my fingers wrapping around his own hands, holding each other's hands tightly as our eyes meet. I can help but feel a sense of warmth and love taking control of my body, the actual love held in his eyes becoming even more clear as daylight as time passes.

He then stood up and took our plates and glasses, his intention of washing the dirty dishes and eating utensil obvious.

I quickly stood up and hold the stacked plates and glasses from his hands, placing them back down on the table between us. "No need. I'll wash them myself later." I smile softly at him.

The man in front of me returned the smile and nod, "Then I best be going." He spoke, walking away from the table to grab his stuff, his shoes leading his way to the door of my flat, my own steps follows close behind.

We stood in front of each other for awhule, just sharing sweet smiles. My neck started to hurt a little from how I had to tilt my head up to look at him from his tall figure, but I could care less if it means seeing that smile of his he probably knew would melt my heart.

He took a step closer to me and lean down, his lips meets my pinkish cheek in a simple yet sweet peck, his voice gently saying, "See you tomorrow, sweet one."

I look up at him and smile slightly wider, my eyes never stops admiring the man I was granted with, "Goodnight, James."

His body slowly turned around from me, the door handle now being held by his hand as he pull it down, unlocking and opening the previously closed door, being greeted by the empty hallway.

At the same time, something was itching in my heart. Something that needed to be relieved but I just couldn't place what is it that my heart needed so bad.

It wasn't until his shoe lands a single step outside of my flat doorframe when my mind brought all my thoughts back to his question earlier, the question if I think he could be the one for me. Then, to the way he confessed his love for me, the way his eyes gaze at a deep layer in me that no other man have ever discovered, the way he touched and cared for me.

I couldn't help it.

"James!" I yelped out, flinching ever so slightly as I was shocked myself by how sudden and loud my voice came out.

The man turns around quickly, a look of concern plasteres on his face, "What did I do?!—"

His sentence failed to come out as I cut them off quick by wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down, my lips attatched onto his while I drag him back into my flat, my leg kicking the door closed behind us. "I'm ready.." I mumble against his lips.

It must've took him awhile to process what's happening, but then I feel his arms wrap themselves around my waist, tight, pulling me flushed against his body as our lips move against the other's, the warmth of our bodies mixing in a lustful heat.

Our bodies moved on their own, his legs leading mine to walk further into my flat, all while still locked in the passionate kiss.

Every now and then, my back would bump into several walls we passed along the way to my bedroom, our lips never faltering in their move, the heat only increasing between our bodies.

It wasn't long until we reach into my bedroom, his feet kicking the door shut behind us as he gently lay me down on my bed, his bigger body hovering over my own as his lips slowly leave mine.

James' blue eyes gaze upon my body, my chest heaving up and down from how much breath he took from me just by one passionate kiss that felt like it lasted a century, which however still isn't long enough.

His hand held mine close to his face, his lips now pressing onto the skins of my palm, the facial hair covering his chin tickling my palm a little. Nevertheless, my eyes are fixated on him and distracted by how beautiful he look, taking care of me so gently.

My hand slowly cup his cheek and stroke his skin with the pad of my thumb, my eyes meet his as he press one last kiss to my other hand.

“You sure you’re ready, baby?” He ask in a soft voice, a big contrast to the one I usually hear him use to sing on the radio and records. “We really don’t have to..”

With deep breaths, I slowly exhale a shaky breath and force a soft smile for him. “My heart long for yours, James.. as much as my body long to be close to yours forever..”

A small happy grin appear on his lips as he sit up straight again, “Whatever you want, sweet girl.”

He whisper as his hand reached up and touch my red and warm cheeks, his face inching close and closer by second as his lips slowly find it’s way to mine, our lips locking and rubbing against one another in yet antother soft kiss.

Although this time, his other hand was busy travelling down my body, reaching the end of my shirt and slipping his hand in, his palm laying flat on my stomach, the feeling of his cold fingertips sending goosebumps on my arms.

"May I?" He asked, now holding the hem of my shirt and tugging on it lightly.

It only took one nod from me before he slip it off my body in a swift action, the sight of my bare body now in full display for him, the only thing covering my torso being my bra.

Which later on I find him unclasping as well, leaving my breasts to be revealed.

I never knew people's eyes actually do this in real life until I saw how his eyes actually sparkles with admiration towards my revealed torso, the blue in his eyes becoming slightly darker. "Shit.. you're a goddess.."

He mumbled as his hand caress the new revealed skins, my back arching ever so slightly at the feeling of his rough hands.

"Please don't stop.." I whined out, as embarrassing as it is to let out such noise like that. After all, I doubt I won't be letting out even more embarrassing noises later tonight.

His fingers then took a trip down to my pants, two of them hooking around the waistband while he gazes back up at me again, searching cautiously for any look of hesitation or regret in my face in case I wanted to stop.

Which of course, I didn't.

Seeing through my eyes like a window to my heart, he knew he was doing the right thing when he slowly pull down my pants along with my lace panties.

The lump in my throat became hard to swallow the moment the two last fabrics covering my body was tossed aside to the floor, abandoned and revealing my thighs along with my virgin cunt, not touched by any man at all. At least, until tonight that is.

Slowly, both of his hands place themselves on my knees and spreads my thighs apart, giving him a full sight of what he'd be taking care of tonight, my glistening folds enchanting him to take this further.

But he knew better than to rush me on my first time.

"Can I touch you?"

The way he ask for permission warms my heart, cause he knew damn well by the way I was already squirming a little that I was desperate for him.

"Please do.."

And so he did.

His fingers took a trip up and down my thighs, his lips pressing a kiss on my thigh, dangerously close to my heat that I can feel his fucking heavy breath right against my folds, sending a wave of shock up my body.

Yet the shock was nothing compared to when his fingers lightly graze up and down my folds, the light yet intimate touch only increasing the arousing feeling of lust that's burning in my heart like a flame.

His thumb was on my clit by the time he start rubbing gentle circles on it, a gasp leaving my lips at the feeling. I never knew it would feel like this. Yet it was all only his thumb, let alone what it would feel later on..

While his thumb continued to give love to my clit, two of his fingers find their way up and down my folds before slowly slipping past them, his digits entering my tight pussy.

I gasp even louder, my hand flying to my mouth to prevent any more sinful noises leaving my lips. But the way his fingers slowly pump into me did not help. At all.

"Fuck, you're so tight... so.. wet.." He muttered out, his fingers moving deeper yet gently into me, stretching out my insides as he knew just how to move his fingers properly, making the sweetest noises come out of the back of my throat every single time. “You doing alright up there? Does it hurt?”

My eyes look down at him, his lips on my thigh while his hand takes good care of my pussy, “A- a little but.. it feels..” I gasped out a moan, cutting myself off before continuing my words, “..good… so good…” I breathed out, my head thrown back as my eyes flutter close with how much pleasure those devils of fingers he have can make.

Those two digits of him moves so slow yet so nicely, my squishy walls hugging his fingers tightly, there’s not a single doubt they’d be soaked with my wetness by the time they leave my pussy. Not to mention how much wetter I got from the circles he’s rubbing on my clit, only going faster as time fly.

”James..”

Just then, he actually did slip those two damn fingers out of my pussy, causing me to be a whining mess, in need to release the tight knot in my stomach, my body squirming around and grasping onto the bedsheets.

My whines stopped the moment I see him take off his shirt, the toned torso he owns becoming visible to my eyes, encouraging that same flaming lust in me. I can only watch as he start unbuckling his belt.

Our eyes met when he toss his belt aside, "Listen.." He started in a quiet voice, "If you want to stop... just tell me, okay?" The genuine care in his voice was no doubt.

With a nod of my head, he took it as a permission to continue. That's when both his pants and boxers fall to the ground, leaving me with the sight of his hard cock, standing proudly before me.

A small gasp leave the back of my throat, my lips parting open in amaze of his not-so-disappointing size, my mind cannot comprehend how something like that would fit my hole.

"...You trust me?"

"I do, I really do.."

James smiles softly at me as he slowly gets on the bed, his bare body hovering over mine as his hands gently runs up and down my skin, which soon stops and fixated on holding both of my hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on my skin while his lips press a soft kiss upon my forehead, my cheek, and my shoulder.

One of his hands went down to grab his cock, leading it towards my folds. My breath hitched the moment I feel his tip brushing against the entrance of my pussy.

His eyes yet again meet mine for what felt like the hundred times tonight, then... I feel him slowly enter me.

I yelp, my hands flying to his back. A wince was pulled out of me when he slowly push more of his length into me. The width of his cock was stretching out my walls, causing more wince to escape me.

"Hurts?" He whisper softly, kissing my hair.

"The fuck do you think..?" I winced out, nails digging into the skin of his back. "B-but.. don't stop.. please.."

A soft chuckle leave his lips as he slowly pushes more of his member, all while holding my body in his arms, chest to chest. "I'll be gentle.. promise.."

By the time he starts filling me up with all of his length, the aching in me starts to fade away, being replaced by a nicely overwhelming sense of pleasure. My winces turns into moans when my body relax and give in to his thrusts.

James stayed still in me for a while, letting my walls stretch and adjust to the new feeling of his cock in me, his lips never stopped kissing around my face, making me feel as loved as possible.

After awhile, I softly whisper into his ear, "James..?"

"Mm?"

"Please move..."

I never thought two simple words like that would be able to deliver even more pleasure towards my way. Cause the moment he slowly starts thrusting into me, a gasp leave my throat and my legs wrap themselves around his waist.

James grunted as he feel my walls clenching around his girth, his thrusts were slow and gentle, yet enough to pull out the dirties sounds from us.

My nails were digging real deep into his skin, no doubt leaving marks later. But I just had to hold onto him, or else I'll most likely crumble into pieces from how good he makes me feel.

His hands guided my hips to move against his own, accelerating his thrusts ever so slightly, but not too fast. "Fuuck... so tight.." He muttered out, shaking his head, causing a single strand of his blond hair to fall out of place and in front of his eye.

The new speed was gentle enough for me, but fast enough to make me lose all the dignity I had just a second ago.

"James..!" I moaned out, my back arched while my head was thrown back, endless cycle of moans coming out of me.

"Too much?—"

"More!"

"You- you sure—"

"Please!!" My fingernails scratched down his back, causing him to let out a loud groan from the somewhat pleasuring pain my nails caused him.

My eyes widens when he actually did fasten his speed in his thrusts, but still somehow able to keep it gentle.

When I look up, I see how much James was enjoying this, how much love he put into his thrusts, how genuine he is with me. His eyes gazes right into mine.

My walls starts to clench around his girth while that same knot returns to my stomach, "I.. I think I.." I couldn't find the right words to utter out of my trembling lips.

"C'mon, princess.. release with me.." He whispers, his hand reaching back to hold mine, his lips yet again placing sweet kisses on my skin. I watch as our hands fit perfectly well together.

Then, with one last final thrust of his cock.. I let out a moan of his name, my eyes rolled back while I feel liquid gushing out of my hole.

James pulled out of me quickly all of a sudden, his hand flew to his cock and start pumping up and down his length, groans and curses of his filling my ears. "F-fuck.. shit.. fuck fuck!"

White streaks of cum shoots out of the tip of his cock, flying straight to my stomach while he lets out all of his release, my own cum gathered on the sheets underneath my legs.

My chest rises up and down, I look up at him with wide eyes as I grab onto his body and pulled him close to me, wrapping every limbs of mine around his bigger body, breathing heavily into his ear while his own heavy breaths fills my ear.

"I love you. I love you so so much. Don't leave me.." I whisper into his ear, a slight panic in my voice as I realize the man I'm holding actually is the right man for me. The man that have a deep connection with me, our hearts and souls tied together in an invisible string all these years we haven't met each other.

"My heart is yours."

His voice whispers into my ear, a melody of love I'd cherish forevermore.

[sordidmusings]

Thirsty Thursday with Pissed Off Buggy

A/N: Since I've felt like the Buggy I've been writing has been leaning more consistently towards sub, I wanted to spend some time with dom Buggy. Gotta get the best of both worlds! I'll eventually spend time writing him as a softer dom but my brain said "no make him fuckin ruthless" so this happened lol should work for either anime or live action

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: afab!reader, NSFW like a lot, has like lightly angsty peripheral plot (a misunderstanding has Buggy in a jealous rage), pretty strong degradation, overstimulation, p in v, rough treatment, he technically steps on you, creampie, dub-con if you squint? (boundaries neared but none crossed), slight dumbification, holy shit that sounds like a lot written out like that 🧍🏻‍♀️

Well, soups on! Enjoy the meal lol

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“Can’t!” you gasped out, “Too -aaah- much, ‘s too much.”

“Too damn bad. Now shut the fuck up,” Buggy snarled from behind you, where he kept his fast and forceful thrusts going. Each impact seemed to rattle through your whole body, and there was no reprieve from his thick dick splitting you open, even though he pulled far enough back for only his head to stay in you each time. He’s been at this for awhile now, the friction long since turned from sparks on kindling to rabid flames burning through all of your senses. The heart of the blaze was still strongly centered in your endlessly clenching cunt and swollen clit, kept alive by the rub of his cock and the slap of his balls on every thrust in.

“B-but Buggyyyy,” you whined, long and pathetic, struggling to get the words out after yet another orgasm wrung out your body. You couldn’t focus enough to keep from drooling on the desk below you, let alone find the words to placate him.

“I said,” he hissed, gloved fingers of a detached hand digging into your cheeks and jaw, “shut. UP.”

Those fingers dragged painfully across your skin before shoving their way into your mouth. You gagged hard when they pressed on the back of your tongue, but it only rewarded Buggy with your body bucking frantically against him. Your movements couldn’t get you very far, not with the way one of his detached, booted feet stepped down between your shoulder blades, pinning your chest so hard that you couldn’t fully inhale.

“Muuuuch better,” he taunted snidely. “That mouth is better full don’t you think? Keeps your dumb whore lips from seducing other men.” 

You cried around his fingers at the accusation, needing him to know it wasn’t true. In his bid to grasp and control every part of you he could, he’s taken from you any way that you could reassure him.

Everything was so fuzzy and blended together. The onslaught of pleasure from his pounding hips and crushing hold, the lack of oxygen making your body tingle and mind fray, and the raging emotions of hurt and want storming together through you. You clung desperately to the fabric of your mind to endure it while the gales gripped you and tugged in every direction.

Buggy’s mind was already lost. He had let it go the moment he'd seen you trail a hand up that man’s chest and lead it behind his head to play with his baby hairs. Buggy knew what every detail of that felt like, how good it felt, and he was ready to start ripping everything around him apart because only he was allowed to feel that. Only him.

Now he is only instinct and impulse and all of it is bent on owning every piece of you. He’s split apart, pushing, shoving, grasping, and pinning every inch of you to keep you to himself. His whole being was insistent against you but nothing more so than his thick cock, which had bullied you into overstimulation for what felt like hours. Untethered from both feet, Buggy was free to use any angle or force that he wanted. Your body tried its best to take and process what he was doing to you, but it had quickly given up, leaving you limp and drooling under him. Seeing your full submission to him had a bolt of lightning shred through him. This is what he needs. He needs you to fold to the fact that you’re his - his to know and touch and fuck and own. Buggy needed to possess you and he needed to hoard your affection the most. You gave it to him and the thought that you might take it back had him violent in the need to defend his position with you.

After holding out through your endless milking of his cock, Buggy was starting to lose the battle to keep fucking you for eternity. He tried to hide it but he was trembling under the pressure of his oncoming orgasm. His thighs shook through every slam into you, his fingers in your hair and on your tongue were jerking in their grip, and his cock and balls throbbed so hard that he was sure you’d be able to feel it on your skin if you weren’t fucked so dumb.

“If I fuck you full will that keep you happy, little slut?” He sneered. You moaned loud around his fingers, sucking and swallowing for him. “That was it huh? My cocksleeve wasn’t getting enough use, so it was stupid enough to think SOMEONE ELSE could fuck it.” The way he broke into a yell was slightly terrifying but you couldn't deny that it had you gripping him like a vice. The delicious feeling had him fall onto his elbows above you.

“Fuck -hah- you’re so fucking stupid,” Buggy barked. His rage was palpable but you knew him well enough to hear the traces of hurt underneath. 

His foot had moved from your back to press the side of your head down so that he could take its place. He kept switching between mean bites and sucking marks and pressing his forehead hard into your spine, smearing the remnants of his makeup on you. Despite the rough behavior, there was some comfort in having more of his touch blazing over you. 

His hips finally began to falter.

“Gonna fuck you full of me and never leave you empty -shit- you’re gonna have to walk everywhere with my cock plugged in you now.” With each phrase, Buggy was panting more, lost in the idea of never leaving your pussy. “Any time you so much as look at anyone else I’ll press so deep in you it hurts,” he promised darkly. “I don’t care who the fuck is around, I’ll fuck you ‘til you’re screaming and crying for me, understand?”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth for you to sob out a “yes” before shoving them right back in.

“Good whore, good -hunnngh- good fucking whore,” Buggy groaned, punching each word into you with a strong clap of his hips on your ass. His arms slid to wrap around you without him telling them to and he knew he was done for. He growls out, “You better cum as a thank you, slut” before he bit into the meat of your shoulder hard. 

You had absolutely no power or will to disobey him. Even with how swollen and sore you were, the orgasm was blissful and warm and everything you wanted. It peaked over all the others he’d forced from you tonight due to the strong grinds of his flicking cock into you. They turned the near painful abuse of your cervix into a delicious rub that kept your clit throbbing and your hips twitching and jerking. Your eyes had long since rolled back and you were screaming loud enough for it to escape the room, even with your stuffed mouth. You were so lost in your own bliss that you hardly registered the death grip Buggy had on you or the way he kept groaning deeply into your shoulder.

Buggy’s teeth let you go and his hand finally left your mouth for good, letting you gasp in air that had your overworked body prickling with static. Though enough time passed for him to finish wiping all the tears off your face, Buggy stayed hidden in the nape of your neck.

The moment you had enough oxygen in you, you pant out, “Don't want him. Was just info- getting info. Only want you.” He held you a touch tighter. “Promise, promise.”

Still too raw and unsure to say anything, Buggy responded by placing a kiss to the angry impression his teeth had left on you. It was a start.

[kuro4thegays]

- Happy birthday to my favorite architect

[Word count: 1.7k] [Kaveh x gn!reader] [Content: picking sunsettias on a vast field and playfighting, not much more]

“Stop wiggling around. I could fall, you know?” You did your best to steady yourself, but it was becoming clear that if Kaveh doesn't stop moving your faith might be sealed. “Maybe if you were to grab that sunsettia a little quicker we wouldn't have to worry about breaking my back!” Kaveh was fast to make his issues with this little setup of yours known as salty beads of sweat started to collect on his forehead. You sighed, quite harshly at first, but obliged, reaching your hand as far as it could go. “Just a little more…” That’s it, the branch was just within your reach, just another stretch and that sweet, juicy reward will be in your hands. You could practically taste it, the juice of the ripe fruit trickling down your chin as you bit into its soft flesh. That’s it, so close, just the last push and…

“Nope.” Kaveh tumbled onto his knees, quickly removing your body from his already sore shoulders. “No more…” As soon as the weight was gone he fully let his body give into exhaustion, letting the soft grass soften his fall. “What?! It was literally in my hands and you just… ugh!” You stood up on your own two feet, leaning over the man’s worn out body. Kaveh couldn’t even breathe, let alone answer, but his bright red face told you everything. “You have said that 12 times in the last ten minutes we’ve been trying this.” The artist struggled, but managed to utter those snarky, but truthful, words.

He wasn’t getting up.

“Oi! Kaveh!” Your attitude evaporated within seconds, like a water droplet landing on hot metal. You dropped to your knees, leaning directly over Kaveh’s weak frame as you tried to figure out what was wrong. Did he really overexert himself? Does he need a medical professional? Oh God, what have you done? Not knowing what to do, you straddled Kaveh, not fully wrapping your legs around his waist to leave room for him to breathe, before pointing up your ring finger. “What finger am I holding up?!” You looked at the exhausted architect wide eyed. Awaiting his response with a heavy breath. “You…” Kaveh extended his hand. “Yes?” You leaned closer, your face only centimeters away from his. “... are an idiot.” Just like that you felt him lightly slap your shoulder. “Huh?” Blank face. Evidently, it took you a moment to process the hit. Only when you heard Kaveh’s light chuckle did it finally register.

“You!” You were quick to straighten your back, now leaning away from the male. “I should have seen this coming.” Of course, you could have just gotten up, but truthfully you still had some of that pettiness left inside. “You got riled up so quickly, I couldn’t help it.” Kaveh chuckled, completely unaware of your new intentions. “Oh, yeah? Seems like you got me wrapped around your fingers. Maybe I should try taking some control back, hmm?” You looked at him like you were going to pounce, now tightening your hold over the other male’s body. You wrapped your thighs around Kaveh’s waist, no fear of suffocating present now as you prepared yourself for an attack.

“What are you planning on doing?” Kaveh gulped, readying himself for whatever was about to come. He could sense the want for revenge in your eyes. He might have started to reconsider his actions. A shame that it was all in the past now.

Suddenly, you grabbed Kaveh’s sides, your nimble fingers ready for a counter attack. Just a single move of your digits and Kaveh knew what he was in for. Tickling. “Wait!” He tried to push you away, but before he even got the chance to raise his hand his body had already started to squirming with laughter. He tried desperately to shove you away, but you already got him by his weak spot. You really did have many ways of stealing his breath away. “Too late.” Your attack on his sensitive spots was relentless, oh that revenge might have been sweeter than that fruit still standing out of their reach. “Stop it!” Kaveh tried to grip your teasing hands, yet they were too damn fast. “Maybe I’ll consider it if you apologize.” That should have been easy enough, well, it would have been if you had stopped. Obviously Kaveh was too busy trying to catch his breath to even begin to form a sensible sentence. His mouth was wide open, but no words were coming out. “No?” You raised an eyebrow, directly challenging your victim which seemed to have only agitated him further. “No… f- fair.” Kaveh choked the words out, his lungs fighting for their dear life. He kicked his feet at you, throwing his hands in a feeble attempt to catch one of yours. Though stamina wasn’t one of your strong suits either. Sure, tickling was easy enough, but having to dodge Kaveh’s wild moves proved to be quite tiresome. You faltered and even if it was just for a second Kaveh too found your weak spot. “Sorry not sorry.” And your waist seemed just within his reach.

“My turn.” Using all of the strength he had left inside he flipped you on the grassy field beneath. But, unfortunately for him, you were not a quitter. “Hey!? You grabbed both of Kaveh’s hands, blocking his tickle attack while trying to reverse the roles yet again, using only your lower body force. “What are you trying to do?!” Despite the losing battle, Kaveh laughed from the very bottom of his soul, no tickling required. At this point the both of you were pushing past the exhaustion.

You wriggled out of Kaveh’s grasp, yet as soon as you turned around to crawl away he had already caught you by the foot. Things grew blurry from then. The only safe thing to say was that the two of you were now just two idiots rolling in the grass. Perhaps it was that familiarly sweet scent of early summer that was influencing you or the lingering taste of the equally sweet sunsettia lingering on your tongues. The only thing you knew for sure was that in that exact moment Kaveh was only yours. Be it his body that so beautifully glistened with sweat under the setting sun, his ever so witty tongue that threw teases your way or simply the fact that his eyes were only looking back at yours. In that sense you were fully his too. Your words were equally teasing, your body equally vulnerable and your gaze fixated on one man and one man only. “Take me.” Your body so painfully screamed, yet your mouth was already preoccupied with wild laughter. And even if you could speak it wouldn’t be necessary. You found your answer in the way Kaveh looked at you. 

“You done? Already?” You chuckled, but you really weren’t any better. Your body gave out, falling on top of Kaveh in a way that could only be described as the opposite of graceful. You were now very sweaty, awfully so, and the dirt lingering on the fabric of your shirt wasn’t really complimenting the look. “You’re a mess.” Kaveh was quick to point out, ignorant to his own disheveled state. “Look who’s talking.” But you shut him up rather quickly. The two of you just laid there, feeling the cool shade embrace your hot bodies as you let your lungs relax for a while. Admittedly, you never knew one’s cheeks could hurt from smiling, but somehow after experiencing it you don’t think it’s all that bad. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind feeling it again someday. “Can I kiss you?” You asked. You were far past the point in which this question would be necessary, but just looking at Kaveh’s peaceful face made you want to make sure that you weren’t being too needy. “When have I ever said no to that?” You took that as a yes. You didn’t waste time before planting a tired, but plenty affectionate kiss on Kaveh’s soft lips. Even in your most worn out state there was that last bit of strength reserved specifically for Kaveh. You slipped your tongue in, barely, just enough to have the briefest taste. It was enough for you, enough to give you all the energy in the world you would ever need. Because if there ever was anything you wanted more from Kaveh than his love was for him to accept your love, for him to be on the receiving end for once. He has enough trouble in his life already, why would  you ever want to add to that?

You leaned in for another, opening your mouth wider this time, hell, you were even feeling bold enough to stick your tongue out just the tiniest bit, but were stopped in a rather comedically painful way. “Ouch…” You stopped right in your tracks, hands swiftly searching for the place of the impact. You rubbed your head before noticing something coated in that familiar shade of orange. A sunsettia, that damned sunsettia. “Mehrak!” Kaveh giggled, pointing at his trusty, sentient workcase. “How has it charged so fast?” You questioned, not that impressed by the robots ability to pick fruits. “You’re just being salty.” Kaveh retorted. “Perhaps.” And you weren’t exactly trying to deny it. You grabbed the ripe fruit, the best one they have found this entire season, before offering it to your love. “For you.” You smiled, placing it securely into the man’s hands. Kaveh bit into its hard surface before suckling in all of its sugary juice. He took the time to savor it, but eventually returned it into your hands. “Are you sure? I want you to have it.” You shook your head, but the architect was as insistent as ever. “[name].” The call of your name spilling from Kaveh’s lips was enough reassurance. You too bit into it, the same spot Kaveh previously did. It was heavenly, the juice slowly trickling down your chin and onto your shirt. Truly one of a kind. The artist really did have the eye for good fruit. The gentle summer breeze reminded you of home and the sunsettia in your hand of that first pang of love you felt all those years back. 

“Kaveh.” You murmured, lips still attached to the orange sweetness.

“Yes?”

“Happy birthday.”

[Writer’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY INDEED. Anyways, it was a good one. I'm absolutely in love with his birthday art, he really is the prettiest man there ever was. Now I'll probably be working on the next part of What does freedom look like without you? The only thing that I'll say is that it'll be a backstory bit, so do with that what you will. Have a great rest of your day and say happy birthday to my favorite boy. Bye bye]

[machveil]

Has anyone brought to you the question of what type of car Konig drives? I can’t see him fitting in anything but a giant truck, but also the idea of him in a little VW Bug makes me wheeze. (Of course there’s always the third option of motorcycle, but that might just be because motorcycles are hot af)

OKAY ANON— you activated my brain and had me dig through a 300+ asmr playlist I have on YT for a very specific video so I’m going on a tangent and a half about this haha

I’ll start with the smallest thought portion because this is going to be long…

Retired!König strikes me as owning a motorcycle, first and foremost. he’s always liked the way they look, so now with a hefty savings account and ample free time, he’s decided this can be his retirement project. he could buy a new motorcycle, really treat himself, but this guy is a working man! he buys a beat up, ‘well-loved’ bike (even the seller was surprised someone was actually buying it)

even though Retired!König definitely has enough cash saved up to make the process of fixing the bike up fast… he doesn’t. he wants this to be a pastime he can keep up, even it means he can’t ride the bike for a long time. he’d order parts individually every week or so - smaller parts, maybe in batches. he’ll grab a beer, put on some music, open his garage, and let the neighbors have a show of him dismantling and breathing new life into this motorcycle

all in all, I think it takes Retired!König a year, a year and a half, to fully finish the bike (of his own volition). by the end it’s beautiful - new sleek paint, high end parts, the works. …he could possibly be so into it that Retired!König opens an actual garage shop and fixes up vehicles (mechanic!König anyone?). yeah, he’s retired, but having a hobby that makes you money? can’t say no to that, Maus

ANYWAYS, on to the meat and potatoes of this post

so, my beautiful, oh so smart anon, thank you for sparking my brain into remembering THIS VIDEO. you CANNOT tell me this isn’t König coded, the entire thing SCREAMS König to me (actually, the entire channel does, but I can only fangirl so much)

König owning a Jeep scratches my brain right - I’m not knowledgeable on cars/trucks, so if you think there’s a better off-roading/camping vehicle I will believe you 100%. also, I’m sorry, I’m watching the video as I’m writing this - König would definitely take his fluffy, little kitty camping with him. the guy in the video has a dog, but my cat dad propaganda will never stop

it doesn’t matter where or how old König is, he loves camping and immersing himself in nature - he needs a vehicle that can keep up with him. it started as a kid where he’d flee into the local woods after school or on weekends for alone time. he convinced his mama that he’d be okay if he camped out in the woods, and after one dinky camping trip he was sold. every chance he gets he’s off in nature - hiking, camping, he tried caving once but he was too big :( he liked the entrance to the cave though. he adores bird watching, definitely has high end binoculars. he’d buy a camera too, but he’d rather enjoy nature in the moment rather than fumbling to take a photo. König thinks that some things don’t need to be captured in a photo, it’s okay just sitting down experiencing it, just remembering it

so König enjoys having a vehicle that lets him get away from people, he doesn’t mind driving til he’s almost running on empty. he’d gladly drive out into the middle of nowhere just to sit down and take in nature. always carries a box of trash bags in his truck so he can pick up litter along the road. and, since his vehicle is what allows him to travel, he takes very good care of it

back to his Jeep, he decks it out like the guy in the video. when König camps he treats it as a ‘how long can I stay out here’ ordeal, or up until he has to go home for obligations. so König tries to maximize space, I’ll say it every time - König has a place for everything, he’s an organized king✨

I’m not going to lie, I’m just going to say look at the guy’s Jeep in the video. they way he has it set up is just how I imagine König’s Jeep - this guy has a net attached to the ceiling for supplies, I could see König bungee cording a cooler in the back (completely organized), I just have so many thoughts on König camping this is too much haha

I’m trying to stay focused on the car aspect, but like… camping with König :( I guess I could make that another post if people want to see that

I’m sorry the latter half was so all over the place, I tried to keep it simple and edit it down, but I couldn’t anyways… he definitely owns some type of car that can handle camping. I’m partial to this specific Jeep though, call me biased lol

I looked up that VW Bug and I’m SCREAMING, this poor man haha! he’d be so hunched over, anon, his poor back. König definitely loves the aesthetic/look of the VW Bug, but he’d rather deep clean his home than sit in that (which says a lot). if you own a cute little car he’d offer to drive you everywhere. he claims that he’s being a gentleman, that you shouldn’t have to lift a finger, but in actuality he just doesn’t want to sit in that cramped little vehicle. he’s so sorry, Maus, let him make it up to you by being his passenger princess?

[rosh-things]

König - NSFW Alphabet

könig x fem!reader || minors dni

a/n: i am so normal about him, he is so babygirl, this 6'10 princess needs some love too!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

after sex he always helps you clean yourself up with a warm towel. then he likes to just cuddle with you, pulling you close and rubbing your back. usually places his head on your chest, so he can listen to your heartbeat as he falls asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

years of bullying made him quite insecure about his body, so he doesn't have a favorite body part of his own.

when it comes to you though, he loves everything about you, you're flawless in his eyes. but if he had to choose, it's your butt and hips he loves the most. he can't resist himself from grabbing and squeezing them when you're riding him. they feel so perfect and soft in his big hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he cums a lot and loves covering your body with his load. he will cum pretty much anywhere - your face, breasts, stomach, thighs - basically wherever he can reach.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

had came in his pants more than once just from kissing you. he's embarrassed of it and will never tell you about it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

no experience whatsoever, he was a virgin before meeting you. previously he didn't have any sexual partners. but he's a fast learner, he quickly learns what to do to pleasure you. obviously he will need some guidance and feedback from you, so he can know he's doing a good job.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

any position where you're in control. he prefers it when you're in charge, because he's too afraid he will lose himself in the pleasure and accidentally be too rough on you, harming you in the process.

sometimes when you're riding him, he can't help but grip your hips and pound his dick into you, trying his best not to be too rough.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

although normally he tends to be a little goofy, he never would be like that in bed. sex is a serious thing to him and will be very concentrated on making both of you feel good during the moment. so no goofing around from his side.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

likes to keep his pubes shortly and neatly trimmed, but never shaves fully. grooms himself once per month or two.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

intimacy is his middle name. during the moment he's very sensual, he's all about making you feel comfortable and loved. he likes to savor every moment he spends with you. even when he's being rough he always remembers to show you lots of affection.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he's an anxious person, so i think he might use masturbation as a way to calm himself down and to relieve himself from stress. it eases his mind and helps him forget about the dangers of the battlefield for a while. he probably masturbates quite often.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise kink - he loves praising you, but loves being praised by you even more. knowing he's doing a good job makes his heart flutter.

size kink - gosh, he absolutely adores how, compared to him, you're so small. gets off on the size difference between the two of you alone, likes to manhandle you from time to time.

orgasm denial/edging - you're not cumming until he lets you, he likes having control over that. enjoys being edged too - when you control his orgasm he's a blushy and moaning mess.

face sitting - sit on his face and you're not getting off until your legs are trembling. he loves it when you squish his head with your thighs.

cockwarming - he just loves feeling your warmth on his cock, after cumming inside you he likes to keep his dick in you; or slip it between your thighs when spooning - he really enjoys the Intimacy of it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he's a private person, so any place that's not public - likes to have sex, traditionally, in the bedroom, but also likes taking you in the kitchen or in a shower.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

the more you praise him, the more motivated he gets. tell him he's doing a good job and he will do anything to do the best job.

seeing you in his clothes makes him weak in the knees, he thinks you look incredibly sexy whenever you put one of his, way too big for you, t-shirts on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

degrading, he couldn't bring himself to be mean to you in any way. also doesn't want to be degraded himself, much more prefers to be praised.

threesomes, he doesn't want to share you with anyone (might be a teeny-tiny bit possessive of you)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he likes giving as much as receiving, he enjoys them equally.

having no previous experience, at first he wasn't the best. but once he learnt how certain things and actions affect you and how you react to them, he could eat you out all day and not get bored. he loves hearing you whine and moan his name when he's sucking on your clit and fingering you.

he's a big guy, so he doesn't expect you to be able to take him whole in your mouth, but seeing you struggle with taking as much of him in your mouth as you can makes his heart throb. likes to keep one hand on top of your head, massaging your scalp ever so slightly, but would never force your head down.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

 usually slow and sensual, afraid of unintentionally hurting you. if you ask him very nicely and he's in the mood, he's willing to be rougher for you, anything to make you happy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not too fond of them, sex with him is quite time consuming, because he likes taking his time on pleasuring you, usually making you cum more than once. doesn't like to rush things.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

due to not having lots of experience, he'd love to experiment and to try various things out. whatever makes you happy, makes him happy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

oh he could go all day and still not be tired, he has a lot of stamina. he doesn't want to torture you so usually goes for 2 rounds, but can go more if you'd like.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

doesn't own any, but wouldn't be opposed to them, he'd be down to try them out for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's a tease without necessarily meaning to, sometimes he might not even realize he's teasing you. feeling you melt from pleasure and hearing you begging for him causes him to lose track of time.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he tries to hold himself back and be quiet, but always ends up moaning and groaning deeply. whimpers occasionally. loves talking to you in both English and German.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

definitely speaks some German in bed, loves calling you German pet names, for example - "meine kleine maus" (my little mouse), "liebling" (darling) or "schatz" (treasure). also would throw "scheiße" around pretty often, alongside with other German words and phrases. would love to teach you or help you learn German.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

8.6 in/22 cm, girthy, uncut, curved slightly down, two distinctive big veins, pretty sensitive tip.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

after meeting you, it's pretty high. he has a lot of pent-up sexual frustration that he never got to express in any way, other than masturbating, before.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he won't fall asleep until he makes sure you're alright and taken care off. he will wait for you to doze off first, then he will go to sleep himself, cuddling you.

[hxhhasmysoul]

JJK 265 spoilers

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And I have my shoujo manga moment! I knew Yuuji would deliver me one, my perfect shoujo manga heroine that he is. We have the shoujo high vulnerability battle and omg it’s good.

Yuuji offers Sukuna a childhood. Sukuna likely never had one, being unwanted and all but Yuuji offers to share his with Sukuna. He’s likely never shared this much of himself with anyone before and yet he seems to enjoy doing that with Sukuna. 

I don’t know if he really doesn’t remember his parents at all, or has chosen not to think about them. But this makes his childhood more relatable to Sukuna who likely also had no parents and maybe just one caretaker like Wasuke. 

Sukuna is so emotionally constipated it’s funny. He seems to enjoy participating in the childhood with Yuuji, he kinda seems to forget at times what’s happening outside the domain. But sure, he’s unaffected by all this… 

Then Yuuji gives him the terms, death or being together, moments like the childhood that they could share. 

And Sukuna loses it. Screams an empty threat because the only other person left aliveish that Yuuji really cares about is Megumi. Sukuna’d need to dice himself to make good on that threat.  

He accuses Yuuji of pitying him, he can’t handle what he’s offered. He is offered a family, love that isn’t selfish. Yuuji offers to share his life with Sukuna. And Sukuna probably senses that this is love. Yuuji was loved in his childhood and he is willing to share that. 

He’s terrified of that and resentful because Yuuji has likely weakened a wall of indifference Sukuna’s built around his childhood. Sukuna had got drawn into the moments of Yuuji’s childhood and liked it. He liked the feeling of love. It stands against everything he’s built himself upon so far. It can’t be anything but terrifying to him. He needs to twist it, he needs to call it disgusting and pity. 

I feel that Yuuji sees some kind of family in Sukuna, feels some kind of connection to him because I don’t think he’d make a sales pitch this good if he didn’t. He could’ve led with the threat: asshole this is it, you either die or return to me and are spared. But instead he went all vulnerable on Sukuna.

Maybe Yuuji senses in Sukuna the kind of loneliness that lives in him. A strange loneliness of a person who’s not alone, a person who people are drawn to but he never feels like it’s a close connection truly. And Yuuji shows Sukuna the people who he got close to, possibly close to the point he is with Sukuna now, close to sharing his true self with. He lost them before he could do that but he managed with Sukuna. 

I don’t know if Sukuna is capable of getting over himself here. For Yuuji’s sake I hope he is. I don’t want Yuuji to lose everyone. I think killing Sukuna is letting Megumi die too. At least this is how it feels at this point. Or maybe Yuuji isn’t sure what damage to Megumi would be done if he kills Sukuna. And there’s also the merger that Sukuna is in control of at the moment. 

Would killing him trigger the merger? Honestly I wonder if Yuuji shouldn’t try to reach Sukuna by finding a common person to hate in mother. Because it’s clear Kenjaku had something on Sukuna and they put Sukuna in Yuuji, thus ruining both their lives… I mean it’s a low hanging fruit but they could find common trauma to commiserate about. And well what kind of future does the merger offer Sukuna? Does he want to see something new like Kenjaku? Something beyond his imagination? Yuuji has just now shown him something new, something outside of Sukuna’s experience. He’s also shown Sukuna a future…

Of course Sukuna’s fear of returning into Yuuji isn’t fully because he’s scared of his own emotional stability crumbling, though that process has already started. Sukuna is also afraid of losing his bodily autonomy again and I feel Yuuji might need to sweeten the deal, offer Sukuna some autonomy if they are to live together again.

But also I think Yuuji wants to keep Sukuna, maybe he felt lonely when Sukuna jumped vessels, so he might throw that in, this might be his opening bid in the negotiations. That’s how I choose to read this.

This chapter is honestly kinda vindicating to me and that’s a petty joy, but I’ve got my shoujo manga boss fight and also Sukuna being openly so full of shit and contradictory about his own feelings.

Like knowing Gege, they might go full misery here. Keep Sukuna stubborn, have Yuuji die with Sukuna, have Megumi completely damaged and broken at the end of it all. Possibly have the merger go through and leave Japan a complete fucking mess. I kinda hope they won’t but at this point my hopes are very low for Yuuji’s survival :( Sorry for ending on a downer.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I fee like Jason would gently but firmly break off his relationship with his s/o because he'd want to try to distance you from his vigilante life, he'd obviously never tell you about his other life. he'd try to convince you to move out of Gotham, maybe after dumping you he'd convince one of your friends to contact a relative of yours who lives far outside Gotham to try to entice you out of the city because he can't fully concentrate knowing Gotham could get you at any moment.

If you don't leave you'd find that you escape a lot of situations you shouldn't and that known bad guys even pretty big criminals tend to just leave you alone and pretend you don't exist even if you happen to find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, a random goon will just escort you out or a mugger would realise his mistake and beg forgiveness and leave all your belongings safely beside you. Redhood follows you a lot not that you know, he wouldn't want to frighten you, on some nights he'll sleep on your balcony or your fire escape just to be near you.

I’m basically reiterating what you’ve already said because it’s so fucking good anon. You took my singular braincell. How dare. 🦦

.Jason cannot focus on both keeping you safe and on clearing Gotham. It’s just not realistic. So if one thing had to give then Jason would selflessly chose to save you from a life of constantly look in over your shoulder. You deserve a better life and unfortunately Jason knows that you’ll never get that dream life staying in Gotham.

.Redhood had a plethora of enemies and Jason didn’t want you to become a victim of his acts of vigilantism. It wasn’t fair on you but Gotham never was or is a fair city for anyone involved. You could be alive and content one moment but dead in a dingy alleyway with corrupt people trying to gloss over your murder the next.

.So like you said anon. He goes to every contact he had that could help him in getting you moved out of Gotham, whether that be friends, family, whoever could aid Jason speed up the process in getting you settled in elsewhere was more then welcomed by him.

.Breaking up with you would be the worst thing Jason ever had to do, which is saying something, but again as much as Jason wanted to be a selfish man, he couldn’t bring himself to keep you in a city that will ultimately be the death of you both in a literal and metaphorical sense. He thought he had finally got the chance to be happy and get to live out his life with you, but when the villain of the week vaguely mentioned you in some capacity, Jason’s blood ran cold as everything in his body went mental; screaming at him to end this fucker right here and now for daring to mention you and demand how they knew.

.However he knew that’s what they wanted confirmation but still a part of his brain made him believe that they already knew of your relationship with redhood and that scared Jason unlike anything else. You were his Achilles heel and he hadn’t even realised that until the moment you were being threatened. And at that point Jason was at a loss of what to do to prioritise your safety because he would do absolutely anything to protect you and keep you safe but sometimes the best thing for him to do was to let you go and hope that you live a better life elsewhere. Far, far, far away from Gotham.

. Maybe sometime in the future when things have calmed down, he’ll visit but that’s never a guarantee. He thinks himself a death omen and he’d rather you live in safety and security. So he stays in Gotham as though he was chained to the damned city. Forbidden from ever leaving. Yet he’ll never forget you and everything you’ve done for him, I’d like to think he’d keep one thing that reminds him of you as a reminder of all the good times you’ve shared. Jason knew his heart would always belong to you and the item he kept was only a reminder of that.

.If you don’t move out of Gotham however, you start to realise that you are the most Luckiest/safest person if there ever was one. Goons, villains, thugs, all of them avoid you as though you were the plague, like you possessed something so potent that had them retreating back into the shadows, hissing as though you’ve burned them without touching them.

Which you did and he happened to be the infamous Redhood. Nobody fucks with you when Redhood is your silent but slightly terrifying guardian looming over you from the rooftops, daring anyone to try anything within his presence and to see where it gets them.

. A thug could’ve been gunning to steal your bag after managing to corner you in some dingy alleyway, holding you a knifepoint, and all of a sudden all the colour in their face vanish as their eyes flickered upwards and boom. Redhood. The thug is shitting it, their eyes are bulging out of their head as they throw the bag back at your feet and mutter ‘I ain’t planning on dying over some stupid bag, fuck that.’ Before running away with their tail between their legs like a little bitch.

. You, confused, would look up in the same place that the thug did. Only to find absolutely nothing before shrugging your shoulders. ‘Must be the drugs he was taking.’ You’d conclude before continuing on your way home to your beautiful boy, Jason.

. I’d like the idea that you caught Redhood sleeping out on your balcony/fire escape one night and now not only are you taking care of your beloved boyfriend but also a 6’2 vigilante who’s built like a brick house with guns strapped to any part of him that you could see. It’s cute and adorable because you’d probably also come to the conclusion that he was the reason why you were being left alone, and to show your gratitude to him you start leaving food, drink and something comfortable to sleep in out for him whenever you could alongside a note that said; ‘thank you for looking out for me but please for the love of god take care of yourself.’

. Jason loves it and finds it’s unbearably cute as he perched himself on your balcony/fire escape, eating your food and making himself comfortable for the night while you slept. He wished he could at least kiss your forehead and wish you a goodnight sleep but he knew he couldn’t and he hated it but as long as you were safe, that’s all Jason could ever ask for. He’ll shower you in affection soon but tonight he was on watch duty.