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wilanserulia · 2 months ago

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FFXIV Write 2024 - Prompt 28 - Deleterious

Just a heads-up, this one deals with early stages of depression, among other things, and gets a little dark in places. Intrusive thoughts, mostly. I blame the prompt.

The door to that quiet house opened all of a sudden. And the first thing Wilan saw from its threshold was Delen, the auri refugee from Terncliff that he was letting stay at his place, lounging around in his living room, sprawled on his couch, reading a book in not much else than her smallclothes. They noticed each other, and locked gazes for what felt like a couple of centuries of awkwardness. And then, at the same time, he slammed the door close while she jumped off the couch. From behind the door’s solid wood he could hear heels stomping on the floor as she hurried to run up the stairs, feeling his cheeks grow warmer.

A minute or so later the door’s handle clicked again, opened now by the auri woman wearing a hastily worn tunic. “H-hi.” She stammered, catching her breath from the unexpected sprint. “Hi.” he greeted back, awkwardly. He cleared his voice before speaking again. “Sorry I, uh, I should have let you know I was coming home.” She shook her head and hurried to say. “No no no, I mean, this is your house after all you don’t have to... ask permission to me or anything I was just...” Her cheeks as red as his, she looked away “I mean, you don’t really come back all that often, so I wasn’t...” “Well” he chuckled nervously “that was kind of our deal, no? We agreed I can let you stay here until you get back on your feet because I’m hardly ever home anyway.” he said, and they both chuckled awkwardly. “Look I didn’t think to let you know I was on my way back to La Noscea, and that was on me. I’ll be sure to write you a letter, next time.” She nodded. He nodded to her nodding. And then it occurred to both of them that they were still standing on the threshold.

“Uh, can I brew you a tea?” Delen asked, still not really sure of what to do with herself now that the owner of the house, the Warrior of Light himself, was back home. Wilan had just carried in a crate containing his armor, the one with the white plates and the bright blue surcoat. “Oh, no no there’s no need. I don’t really like tea, actually.” “Oh. That explains why I hadn’t found any in the pantry when I moved in.” she considered, as he joined her in the kitchen. “I figured you had just run out.”

“Speaking of which, oh man... I’m back from a journey and I have a full pantry!” Wilan instead observed, amazed by such a relatively mundane event. “Perishable food and everything. Never mind the tea, I’ll be happy to just be able to make myself a sandwich that doesn’t only have dried meat in it!”

As the au ra drank her tea and the hyur ate his morsel, he filled her in on his adventures thus far. His tales seemed to include his achievements and victories almost as an afterthought, and instead mostly focused on the places he had seen, the marvels he had witnessed, the secrets he had uncovered. So passionate was his tale that it took him a while to find the time to chew his food. “Well, what have you been up to instead?” he finally asked, friendly. His sandwich almost gone by now. “How have you been finding your new life here in Vylbrand?” “Oh, me? Uh...” Delen looked around, as if looking for something somehow equally as interesting to say. Truth was she had barely left the house, save to buy groceries. “You know, I, uh... I kept busy. I took care of the housekeeping. I read some of your books.” she said, trying to make a list out of the precious few things that occupied her time. “And, uh, I guess sometimes I go take a walk near the cliffs.”

“The cliffs?” Wilan asked, suddenly concerned, putting the remains of his sandwich down. “Yeah, uh, there’s a cliffside by the sea, I found out, to the north. You know, next to where the windmills are.” “Why, uh...” he didn’t know how to best ask this, trying to contain his alarm “Why by the cliffs?” She parted her lips, not quite catching onto his concern. She hadn’t really given it much conscious thought. “They... remind me of home.” she said finally. “Oh!” Wilan commented, a bit relieved. “Right. Terncliff. It’s built on a clifftop, isn’t it? I mean, it’s right there in the name.” She murmured in affirmative. “Even back there, I spent a lot of time there, looking out at the sea.” Wilan regarded her for a long moment. That young woman, sitting at his table in front of him, looking away, lost in thoughts. He had known that giving her a place to sleep and to call home, however temporarily, wasn’t magically solve all her problems. But he figured maybe he probably ought to try a little harder to spend more time with her. Granted, he had other worries on his mind, but... he couldn’t ignore this one, either. “Say, uh... do you want to show me these cliffs? Maybe we can go on a walk together?”

A gentle breeze blew from the sea to the east. The windmills turned lazily, in the distance. They had walked for a while in a not quite comfortable silence. He had wanted to talk to talk to her, let her know she had a friend, but he realized he realized he had no idea how to approach a serious conversation with her. He was no stranger to helping people, but he mostly dealt with immediate dangers. Getting innocents out of harm’s way, deal with what wants to hurt them, that kind of thing. That was easy. How do you even begin to tackle this... deep-seated melancholy he felt every time he looked at her?

They were mostly just enjoying the scenery. Which, he had to admit, was beautiful no matter how used he was to it. Especially at this hour, with the clouds over the sea tinting of a warm golden color. So, just to at least get a conversation started, he decided to point it out. “You know, living here, you start to give a lot of things for granted. Traveling halfway across the Realm when there’s such beauty even right next to home.” She listened to him talk, and sighed. A moment later she stopped, all of a sudden, and walked dangerously close to the cliffside, staring wistfully at the horizon. “Home...” she all but whispered.

Wilan noticed she had stopped walking a few paces later, and turned around. He looked at her for a long moment. “Delen...?” he called out in a low, carefully calm voice. “Hey... Isn’t that a little dangerous?” A few moments later she seemed to register he was talking to her. She glanced in his direction, and then at the cliff below, somehow a bit uninterested, as if distantly taking notice of how high up she was. “Mh. I suppose.” she commented, a bit drily. Carefully he stepped up to her and offered her his hand to step away safely from the edge. She turned to consider it, somewhat distantly, and then she took it. “Yes.” she said, stepping back toward the path, a bit disjointedly from the rest of the conversation.

After a moment of silence that seemed to stretch unnaturally, she talked again, in a more lucid voice. “In the city, back home, there were railings and balustrades everywhere.” she explained, not quite meeting his eyes. “It wasn’t really dangerous unless you did something stupid.” “I... see.” “I didn’t think about that, that’s all.” she said, her lips curling into a rapid smile as she resumed walking. Wilan looked at her go, and then hurried up to catch up with her, taking place between the girl and the cliff.

“Wilan?” she asked, as soon as they were back side to side. She hadn’t quite turned to look at him, but her voice sounded entirely like her own again now. “I’ve been thinking... Me staying at your place, isn’t it...” she seemed to chew on the words for a moment. “Isn’t it making things awkward for you and your... I don’t know, girlfriend? Boyfriend? Partner?” She exhaled through her nose, likely annoyed that the wording of that simple question was getting away from her. “I don’t want to cause any troubles in your sentimental life, is what I’m trying to say.” Wilan smiled warmly at her concern. “Nah, there’s no danger of anything like the sort.” he said. The smile still on his lips, but a little sadder. He, too, now glanced out to the sea, lost in a gnawing thought he had been trying to ignore until now, before continuing. “Somebody with, uh... with my lifestyle, with my responsibilities, well... I don’t really think I can afford the luxury of something so normal as being in a relationship.”

The words were a little stilted. It was the first time, he realized, that he had put that feeling into a sentence, but the recent events had made it very clear to him. Delen tilted her head, now looking at his face. “What do you mean?” “Well it... It would probably be kind of selfish.” he said. “And unfair. To anybody who had the misfortune of being in a relationship with me, I mean.” She looked intently at him as they walked, her eyes asking him to elaborate. “The thing is, uh...” he sighed, and looked out at the sea again “To put it plainly, I live a dangerous life. Ever since a few years ago, I’ve been traveling all the time, risking life and limb on every corner of Eorzea.” he said, the words finally flowing out of him, his eyes growing a little bright as he says them out loud. “How do you commit to a relationship, that way? How do you go out and risk your life knowing somebody’s back at home waiting for your safe return?”

She considered his words in silence. Granted, his logic seemed sound. Granted he was making a lot of sense. But... That sounded so lonely. Wilan breathed in in the silence that stretched, as if he wanted to say something else, his gaze still turned toward the sea. She stayed quiet, and listened. “There’s, uh... Speaking of which, I mean, there’s...” he stumbled a little, but she listened. “There’s another reason why I’m back in Vylbrand.” “Mh?” she asked, encouraging him to keep going. “Well...” he tried to find the right words for a few moments and, failing that, he decided to just say it like it was. “Leviathan has been summoned. And... I’ve been asked to slay it. The operation will start tomorrow.” “Leviathan?” “A... kind of deity figure to the Sahagin. It takes the shape of an enormous sea serpent.” He glanced at the thick clouds over the horizon. “That storm brewing over there, that’s probably his doing.” “An Eikon? I learned about those in school. The summoning rites of the savages.” she commented, thinking back to the Garlean-mandated education she received. “And they want you to...” “...kill it. Yeah.”

She scoffed. “Excuse me?” But one glance at his face and she instantly knew she hadn’t misheard him. “...oh.” she said, quietly, stopping in her tracks. “But... But how do they expect you to... what... How!?” He stopped as well and gave her a sad smile. “I’m, uh... a bit of a veteran when it comes to slaying Primals. You see, I’m among a very small group of people who are immune to their―” “Yes I get that but how are they expecting you to fight a sea serpent!?” Wilan’s heart sank. He had no good answers to give her. “They’re, uh... they’re coming up with this plan.” he said. “Basically load this boat up with crystals, and use them to charge an... experimental magitek shielding device, and...” “Wait, so they want to send soldiers out in the sea in a storm to... what, stab a sea serpent with a sword?” A bitter chuckle came from Wilan’s lips. “Well, no. Not quite, no.” he said. “They just want to send me.” “Are then insane!?” Delen all but shouted in outrage. She couldn’t believe her horns. “I’m probably as insane as they are for agreeing to it.” “You did what!?” she looked at him in shock. “Why!?” Wilan pursed his lips, looking away from her worried eyes. “To, uh... Well, to ignore the plights of those you can conceivably save, it’s, uh...” he stammered, clinging onto the teachings of his mentor, but his heart wasn’t in it. “well it’s... indolence. I suppose.” “Conceivably what!?” the auri girl said, growing more agitated that he had seen her since the day they had met. “Wilan there’s heroism and then there’s madness!”

Wilan listened to her protestations. He couldn’t really deny any of it. Mostly because he shared all of them. Yet, as his shoulders sagged and his chest felt heavy, a sad bitter smile appeared on his lips. He looked out at the oncoming storm once again, feeling like he had no control over his own life. “Yeah but... somebody’s got to do it, I guess.”

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weird-dere-writes · 1 year ago

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okay so like, of course, we're currently coming to the end of the first semester of our final year and Byakkun and I are both starting to become swamped with end-of-term papers, projects etc and preparations for the next semester.

we're seeing each other a little less then normal but still manage to check in via texts and brief moments on campus/the odd date. But it's at times like this that I tend to need to draw on other's support more, to avoid overthinking etc.

I know Byakkun is busy so I try not to bother him more than usual (even though he's of the 'it's unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone' type beat)

and one time when you and I are hanging out, I confess that I miss him and feel bad that work is so all-consuming but I don't want to be so demanding when we're at such a critical point

This song came on while I was writing this response and I think it fits the vibes so well 🥹

Oh my poor, tired, love 🥺.

When you tell me how you’re feeling, I immediately go to hug you close. My hold is gentle, but is still firm enough to let you know I’m here.

I’ve noticed as of late how preoccupied you’ve been. Not necessarily distant, but just swamped.

Admittedly, I had been a little worried about you. Every time i checked on you, you seemed to be working on things. I had wondered if you were even getting any rest. I couldn’t wait for a rest period to come any faster for you, truly.

I feel the way you shiver in my arms, eyes beginning to shine with tears. I’m trying to reassure you with quiet murmurs.

“I’m sorry life is bringing you so much stress right now. Even more so, I feel bad it’s keeping you and your love apart. But I’m more than sure he misses you just as much as you miss him, if not more. I know you worry about being a bother, but I think you should tell him how you feel.”

I’m sure I didn’t know him to the extent you or Ichigo did, but I know Byakkun is considerate enough to do what he can for you regardless of the struggles along the way. I know that he would never see your presence as an intrusion. I try to remind you that you are not a burden adding to his workload. You are the love of his life. And that it’s already in his heart to wanna be there for you when you need him.

But he has to know you need him in order for him to be there :(((( <3.

Byakuya, similar to you has been working in over time. Not only on his grad work, but also for his little class he teaches, and for the tasks he does when working with the organization in charge of Ichigo’s internship. When the two guys work together, Ichigo takes note of how… frazzled Byakkkun has been. And he makes it a point to keep checking in with him to make sure he’s okay.

At some point, when Ichi and Byakkun get some downtime, Byakuya straight up tells Ichigo he feels like he is losing his mind hardly being able to see you amongst all this chaos. But he knows you have enough on your plate. That your academic crazies are probably going extra hard without trying to fit him in between constant study sessions, revisions, exams, meetings with professors.

And Ichigo tells him something similar to what I tell you. But still, thought Byakkun knows he’s right, his brain is so fried he feels like he doesn’t know how to go about rectifying this. So Ichigo tells him that he’s gonna help him figure it out. He grabs a piece of paper and a pen, gives it to Byakuya, asks for his schedule. When he’s in class, when he’s studying, when he’s working on his thesis, when he’s eating, everything. And once Ichi has this information he is texting me.

We begin to make plans to help y’all out, so you don’t have to think about anything. You can save all your energy to your academic pursuits and we can handle all the rest.

Essentially Ichi and I work together to schedule events in which y’all can spend time together simply vibing. Taking little tidbits from conversations wit you both and brainstorming ideas to fulfill those needs in a way that brings both your brains back down to earth.

You mention one day you wish you had something to warm you up as you chug water to keep yourself working diligently. The next day after you’re out of class for the day, I’m picking you up and dropping you off at a small lounge somewhere on campus. Inside awaits a cozy atmosphere with fairy lights, blankets, and your choice of coffee and hot cocoa. There’s a projector set up to watch whatever you please for the next few hours and Byakuya is already there waiting.

Byakuya murmurs to himself about getting some fresh air while scribbling down notes for something. Ichigo is texting me about places with nature you two can go to. Byakkun’s next day is packed, but the day after that is when Ichigo grabs Byakkun and drives him somewhere toward the edge of town. Waiting by a booth nearby where he’s dropped off it me and you.

Ichi and I paid for your fair to walk this trail filled with flowers, lush trees, a bridge overlooking a small pond with koi, zen gardens, and fresh fruit from stands at certain stopping points. Once you two are together and told what’s up I hop in the car with Ichi and leave y’all to it. We come to get you when you message us you’re ready to go.

Stuff like that :3.

Y’all have helped us so much, so we’re more than happy to help shape more self care and quality time with your partner into your hectic and almost impossible seeming schedule. We are also making sure y’all are getting your meals in and getting your rest and all the like. Until this hellish period calms down, we are here for you, and we hope we can help you both to be there more for each other without fear uwu.

I kith you 😘💋

#byakujas ⛵️💛#ft #ichidere #burnishedcrown 🌸#jas n twy's college au 🎓#twy’s inbox 💌

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ladybirdplace · 1 year ago

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Update

So, I haven’t been posting much at all anymore. I’ve mentioned before that it was due to OCD but I think I’ll elaborate now about that.

For over a year now, I’ve been in a shame spiral about some aspect of myself that I don’t find it pertinent to detail here, not to mention how long it would take to explain, how much eloquence I would have to use to explain why it has taken over my life.

But I want to say instead the way that it has impacted me. I’ve been severely depressed, suicidal on and off. My self esteem has plummeted and I’ve relapsed into negative patterns of thinking about myself from when I was younger.

While I know my negative thoughts about myself are irrational and my insecurities are very minor and are really not a big deal at all, I cannot help the way my brain flies off the handle because I’ve thought of myself in a certain way my entire life, and the cognitive dissonance is strong.

I’ve been feeling a lot of grief for the way I always wanted to be. I’ve dug deep into my own past to examine the way people have treated me in my life and what it caused me to think of myself.

I’ve tried, in many ways, to find out where I 'went wrong'. In reflecting on my younger self, I wonder how I could have possibly turned into the person I am now.

What’s more to the point, I feel that all the progress I made in my relationship with myself has been shattered, or at least blocked and is now unavailable.

I still love myself. That never changes. It is a part of me that can never be taken away. But my mind . . . It runs wild, and I can’t control it. I can’t control my intrusive thoughts about myself, and I need to train myself to not react to these thoughts.

However, being able to know whether they are your own real thoughts or not, whether they are some thought about yourself that you’ve pushed away and repressed is difficult, knowing that I have repressed certain things that I’ve thought about myself before.

It’s hard when you’ve only just found out you have OCD to figure out what you really think and what you don’t.

In past years, I’ve been able to identify my intrusive thoughts as non sequitur, often repellent thoughts that I didn’t want to have.

But the existential or self critical ones I can’t really parse.

And it’s even harder when a part of you enjoys your own misery and feels that that misery is part of who you are, and what your life is.

To make a long story short, I’ve felt disconnected from myself. I don’t feel the same free flowing constant conversation within myself as I did before. Looking at myself makes me feel embarrassed or numb. Some days it makes me gag to think of saying 'I love you' to myself.

I look at my posts here and feel like I'm a different person now. I feel like I didn’t write these posts. So it’s been hard to post because I feel like I’m not the owner of this blog right now.

And, I can only assume as a result of my depression and isolation, I feel like my brain is stagnating and I have nothing to say. I’m not as articulate and creative anymore.

But I am married. I made a promise to myself to love me, and care for me, and I’m not giving up, no matter how hard it is.

I've fought for my love once before, and I’ll do it again, and again after that, and I’ll fight for it until I’m dead, because a life as me, as myself, is the only life worth living to me.

And . . . I guess the point of this post is that, things go up and down. Sometimes it can seem like everything you do for yourself doesn’t matter when you’re constantly swamped with self judgement.

A self relationship can be just as if not more tumultuous as any. It can be violent and scary and traumatizing. Maintaining it can seem futile, and miserable, and nearly impossible.

But love is worth fighting for. You are worth fighting for. You deserve to love and respect and trust yourself. You deserve to live in peace.

#ladybird speaks #OCD #mental health #tw suicidality

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abyssalcreator21 · 8 months ago

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Well, hello again to my dear literary self, it has been a long time since I have decided to take interest in writing something. Of course, it wasn't easy either way to write an experience that I didn't savor and delight yet with the past months, there are such great things that happened with my life right now. My girlfriend and I reaching the third year of our relationship, I am settling up with my new life as a call center agent, and I do make new friends in my workplace. Everything is just anew in my life. it's just great. But I know also that in the past, a lot of things happened also that gave me trauma and anxiety and somehow I do carry some of them in my mind resulting in overthinking in what if's and what then. Yet I don't mind about it anymore right now. Just like my trainer in my current work is currently reminding us that we shall know how to embrace what happened and keep a step forward with our lives. We cannot deal what happened in the past but we can better ourselves on how we deal on our future struggles and hardships. That's why as of this moment, I just want to let go all of the burden I have been putting on myself. It's just tiring to keep myself having this pity party where I always constantly beating up myself for what happened in the past. As of this moment, I just wanna let go and tell myself, "What's done is done. I have to move on." And that is what I am living up within this past month, to never put much pressure on myself in being perfect on how my life is working. I have my moments with my friends even though we are not spending much time together, it's fine. I have my downfall days, it's fine. I had my series of mistakes in my call handling during my nesting period right now in my second account, it's fine. Whatever happened today, whatever shit or delight that I am experiencing, I'm just gonna savor it today and by the next day, I'll just move on from it and learn from yesterday's experiences. Honestly, I really feel grateful right now with my current company because my mental health is gradually improving. I am being myself and also in the same time my colleagues are friendly and all of us are communicating with each other. And what delights me more is how my trainer right now in my current company really helped me to value living in the present and not being stuck up in the past. Right now, I have my current struggles in terms of managing my intrusive thoughts. I'm not happy with having the urges to do these things but I'm just managing day by day to avoid giving up on the thought. I always think to myself that I should had live a perfect life where I had a close set of friends, great childhood, a smooth flow of honing my career, figuring out what my calling is even though I'm still young, and all smooth sailing events that I have envisioned on my life. But now realizing what our trainer told me now, I just live a great life. I had my good days, I had my bad days, I had my days when I'm motivated to write just like today and I had my days when I feel shit about myself and that's perfectly fine because that's how life is. Every day is a different experience, a different learning, and that's what help us to mold our entire persona. As of this moment, I just want to change how I look about my life every single day. I know that it's a roller coaster ride and I had done my share of good deeds and bad apple moments, but that's fine, I don't want to linger in the what if's of the events that happened, I just want to savor what I'm experiencing and what lessons I will get from every new experience I make. I know in myself that I haven't been consistent that much in my writing phase, It's really hard actually not being able to be consistent in reading books, developing my skill, and not being able to acquire much opportunities to write, but still here I am at this moment, I'm still writing and that's what matters to me right now, "If I'm typing on my keyboard, having this feeling that I want to write something that comes out from my experience, I'm still a writer."

Actually by looking into this blog page of mine, I can really see how my writing has been for the last couple of years. I had a lot of things that I did share at those moments and sometimes when I had the time, I kept looking at these blog entries and come to see how I've grown as a writer. Sometimes I just love this side of me, being creative and wanting to share my inner creativity and point of view about something, it's really one of the foundations of my personality, my love for writing. Although it hasn't been consistent and I have these tendencies that I can't continue to type anymore what's in my head, well, I just want to embrace the mindset of being in the present that it's fine, it's a day by day process, as long the drive is in me, I can still find an opportunity to push into my career as a writer. I know an opportunity will come someday, I'm definitely gonna get it.

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only-lonely-lovers · 11 months ago

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08.03.2022

tags: "unwell"/dissociative during sex, humping

Bird is あ / Avvy is つ

あ：... Making me think, of, a very particular kind of mental state for Hanako, that really slow shut-down 'brooding on the roof' kind of boy. Standing behind curtains. Having entered a kind of intense cycle of feeling some sort of divine ego about something, and quickly crashing from it, surged with regret and guilt and misery. This is a Hanako that has sex sometimes and is like wtf I messed up. My whole deal. and then is like UNGHH!! but it's sex. I must have it. It is mine to have. IF the girlies want to bend over for me let them. & immediately being like -- CHIGAU. but like it CAN'T BE LIKE THAT THOUGH. and you know this. YOU KNOW WHY YOU CAN'T BE TRUSTED WITH THIS [brain intrusively replays 100 moments of just being difficult and shitty and hurting nene's feelings. and then like also side by side slinging the asylum cock]

This has all already happened and Hanako has burnt out so you get the braindead boy like floating around listlessly. Stares at the moon. but like, dutifully being sniffed out and approached by Nene at the end of the day, she finds him up there. and to Hanako she might as well have instantly manifested. what. Forgot I could be seen. [silence lingering] …….. and this is kind of awkward because Hanako is having like. such a bad day that he is nonverbal for a bit and having to real-time figure out what to… do… with this…. It's one of those moments where you've never thought about this thing that happens until someone is there to spectate. and it's like oh.

[stares around blankly. fingers threaded.] ……………………………………….. ……….. [kicks feet]

つ：i think about the festival tantrum boy sometimes…. i feel like hanako lost control here. of something. it just doesn't feel like a bit exactly bc its so. uncool. unchill

i like that nene is capable of this emotion

he doesn't typically like to be coddled…. or he refuses to experience it

あ：mnhyeahhh he's really lost a battle with himself i feel…i like when akane just says he is sulking. he is really sulking hard about the circumstance

つ：

あ：finally hanako experiencing some sort of. I CANT TAKE IT

つ：nene adjusting his little crooked hat

あ：her nee-san vibes are very good around this point. it feels like a premonition of whats to come just like, there there…

つ：hanako is pretty good at being evasive, i feel like typically until he can handle interaction... in canon when he's on the roof, i'm sure he's sortof like counting down to how long it'll likely take nene to find him, and bracing himself, getting 'it out', before that comes to pass. novel if he's so in his mindset that he can't possibly notice he won't... be 'ready' in time for being found. and not realizing how long he's BEEN moping and overwhelmed, until nene shows up

あ：myeah i think so… it's the sheer instability, internally, he can't manage events as they are happening i think. it cannot be a very convincing act of being 'Ok'…

i was just thinking… about the two of them sitting quietly, on the roof. not unlike cheek kiss moment rly. but Nene would be able to tell that something is… off… but-? Asking what's wrong, presuming he is being moody like usual and just waiting. But I think the complete lack of response is like …. [internally] is…. it something to do with me-? .-. quietly placing hand on his shoulder and rubbing. very very light touch, just her fingertips…

but, the next action, like, inscrutable-- she gets grasped. firmly. and flipped and pinned, belly to ground. and it's like whgh.h…. feeling his PELVIS? legs shuffling. behind her. beginning to hump. it's so. oh-KAY. . fjkg //

but then. the other aspect of this, is, it's not like a triumphant gotcha moment or hanako being like evil rapist voice. WHICH. she has kinda heard by now. but instead these are… weak little shoves. the ah… the ambiance, quiet huffs of breath. he dips his face to hide against her shoulder blades…. rub. seems self-soothing. erratically being bumped… scuff of shoes. hanako shuffles around to pet her hair, thread fingers through it, again it seems like, self-soothing in nature, repetitious.

I was actually thinking about, like, genuinely being so. emotionally fraught and feeling shitty, nervous, congested, backed up. that he really can't even get hard easily, kind of struggling to even get half-chubs… so the distinct sensation of… soffft flaccid cock, rubbing against through all the fabric, really distinct. rolling against. and she could feel it get a bit stiffer bit also soften again… fluctuating between this?

On hanako's end i think it actually becomes simple quickly, ahh. i solved it. mnh………… yeah……… this works………… good girl…….. ahh………..

つ：gotta get mind off of things.. want to enjoy… perhaps quietly shush if she starts to talk, pet pet

あ：but I like Nene being extremely like. mentally present. and feeling like math equations are running through her head by contrast. this is really just enough stimulation to feel mystified but not like her brains are gone

つ：still able to observe his demeanor and breathing etc…. feeling more, here, with him.. may as well be petting her hands in his and fiddling with them.

cute as a kind of…. prob unknown to hanako, but reassuring of property…. its an easy balm to think/feel: she's mine, mine….. she's mine right now…. pacifying spell

あ：yeah I was enjoying it as a sort of stake of claim, despite how leisurely the act itself. it's nice that it can still feel so much like, this is expressing 'i own you'…

the sheer comfort of how easy it is… in a funny way, he is feeling gratitude. like ohh. m'good girl…. thank god. in these trying times

つ：hypocritical to the reason for the breakdown, and yet. thats how it works. much like when bird is very upset about asking too much of me, and so, he must ask of me to comfort him

あ：such it is…………. the necessary cure the problem is you just want pleasure. that's the real root of the issue

つ：i like that a no-endgame rubbing would be able to continue as long as it must….

あ：yeah it's pleasant to think about... persisting quietly

つ：maybe eventually lowering fully to be flush with her back… nuzzling back of neck and shoulderblades. inhaling. fullyyyy compress cock against. sigh…..

あ：that's…… the kind of guy he is. it's funny objectively to be so scumbag aligned and yet so needy. ohhhhh i need my cuddles

つ：but i need them in this format.

あ：i need your attention </3

つ：ah when jenny is like [christian gray sounding annoyed] anyway, that was great.

あ：[rolls us onto our sides, so i can easily rub your pussy] </3

つ：the other soother…. rub her pussy.

あ：just let me know i have it still……………………….

つ：the cause and balm to my grief.

あ：fsr i imagine this making nene so pensive and her talking to tsukasa later like having some real girl talk. like…………………. hanako-kun……………………….. he's so indirect isn't he. but then, like, tsukasa, the enlightened one in the room [like more enlightened than both of you] able to just knowingly recount nonverbal spells like oh yes. well some days amane can't really talk much. [chewing on a pencil someone gave him]

but like goes on. oh he just grabbed you? yokkata ne. must really be getting comfortable with this all. it's good if he can just show you what he needs [nyam nyam. chew eraser]

つ：it's easier for Amane to just run off…. and stay where you can't find him!

tsukasa having simple memories of looking all around the house, worried….. i think about behind curtains schoolboy. i'm sure he's avoiding gone home TO tsukasa, won't have my breakdown around you…

あ：such a little creature…. we can only imagine how many stories tsukasa would have about that guy.

#22 #ghosties #i #chisai

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puppy-the-mask · 2 years ago

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Another Rant Thought(tm)

Rant as a Yandere- specifically in the context of Stratum with Ave (Tw; Yandere, Manipulation, Self Harm)

In my last post I established that Ave is his only other point of contact with the outside world other than his brother- both of which are only there for a very limited time before leaving him alone again due to their jobs. In this world Rant would have latched onto Ave after the attack that gave him his facial scars- trusting her to look after him while his face was covered in bandages alongside Mutt. Before that they had gotten close but she wasn't his obsession until he realized how warm her hands felt cupping his face while rewrapping his bandages- or how her care and genuine hope for his quick and easy recovery bled into her food through her intent when she cooked for him (accidentally making healing items, which she didn't even know was a thing she could do!). He loved being able to snuggle up to her on the couch and 'fall asleep', he found out after the first couple times that since she couldn't tell if he was actually asleep or not he could just slump onto her and she would just lay down and cuddle with him since she didn't want to wake him up. For one blissful week he was in heaven, before she had to leave again. Mutt still took excellent care of him but he couldn't ignore the dull ache in his soul when she was gone. He ate through the leftovers she left him with fast, not letting Mutt touch a single bit of it. She visited as much as possible, even running herself ragged to get back and check on him before having to run back to the level she had been in before on more than one occasion. But eventually he recovered and both went back to work, the loneliness stung more than ever and as time passes he slowly realized why- he initially felt horrible for his obsession over his best friend but over time he just couldn't help it. I've said before but Rant is one of the most emotionally intelligent skeletons, so he was able to figure out the nature of his feelings and how unhealthy they had to be... but the longer he ignored them the more sweetly these intrusive thoughts whispered to him. Wouldn't he like to have her around more? Wouldn't he like to have her Home safe and sound, not having to work herself down to the bone every day and stressing about the outside world? The more he came to terms with what he wanted the more her leaving hurt until finally- after months of their normal routine- he grabs her arm as she turns to leave.

"Stay..."

She's surprised and confused- asking if anything is wrong, wanting to know why- and he tells her. He tells her he needs her, he can't handle watching her leave- how it hurts him to see her walk out that door. She tries to remind him that she always comes back but he counters, what if she doesn't? what if she leaves and never comes back? she sits back down with him and calms him down from his panic. He almost tries to Make her stay but he's well aware that she's stronger than he is. He can't make her stay in a direct sense, but he knows now that he Can make her Choose to stay, and honestly that's all he wants, he wants her to choose him and only him.

The next time she comes by he brings it up again, having had plenty of time to write up reasons why she should stay. It was safer here, she wouldn't have to work her ass off for a faction that would kill her the moment they didn't need her, they wouldn't be able to get her here in a completely different level, she wouldn't have to fight and scrape and kill anymore, and he Knows how much she hates that- he's the one she cries to when the nightmares and guilt become enough to suffocate her. He uses every possible reason he can think of to get her to see his side of things but she still rejects him. over and over they fight about it whenever she comes to stay with him- until he realizes it'd be best to back off and rethink his tactics.

And then he gets a devilish idea, a horrid and emotionally manipulative idea that he Knows she'll despise him for, but he's just so desperate and he Knows that her Kindness and Loyalty will always be her greatest traits and weaknesses. They're what he loves about her- and why he's so certain that he'll get exactly what he wants from his plan. He stages an accident that ends with him breaking something, and just like he expected Ave came running- always eager to treat him. It worked like a charm, with the side effect of Mutt coming home more too! And though they'd figure out his game after the first couple times he knows that neither would ever stop looking after him- and outright boasts that that was exactly why he was confident enough to go through with it when Ave tearfully asks him why he'd do such things to himself- they stay as much as possible for fear that he may do something worse should they leave him alone again. Ave and Mutt become much closer after Rant's plan is revealed- setting up a schedule to ensure one of them is home as much as possible.

Rant is the kind of Yandere that would kidnap his obsession, wanting their attention and love- but prefers to charm and/or manipulate them into falling into his trap staying with him of their own volition. He is an actor after all. But kidnapping is as far as he'd ever take it, he'd never harm his obsession- leaning more towards the worshipping type- though he typically prefers to be the one his partner worships, at least on the outside- he wants them to think of him and him only. He's clingy and demands attention and, while he'd very much prefer not to, he isn't above hurting himself to make them stay and keep their attention on him. He'd thrive with a Kind or Loyal soul, using their caring nature or their memories and prior relationship with him against them to keep them by his side

#Stratum #Rant(oc)#Purpfell!Sans #yandere #tw; self harm #tw; yandere #tw; manipulation #He's such a bastard i love him

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lazysimp · 3 years ago

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Hey hey hey it's bakugo x male bull reader. {PLOT} bakugo Is overprotective of his little bull cuz all the other animals aka bulls want reader. so every time he See's the other bulls messing with his bb🥺 he has to run up and scare them away which might end up reader being breed cuz they weren't giving him enough attention

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A/N: I have never written anything like this before so let me know what you think. These are the features I imagined Bakugou/reader has. I hope you don’t mind that I did this more as thirst than a full fic.

Warnings/tags: NONCON/DUBCON, bull boy (Idk how to tag that), animal hybrid fic, breeding, blowjobs, anal sex, male reader

When you had first stepped foot onto the soft grass you immediately attracted dozens of eyes but one pair stood out.

They belonged to a bull not any larger than the rest but his vivid red eyes gave away how dangerous he really was. You made a mental note to avoid him at all costs but it seemed he had a different idea

Everywhere you went those same red eyes followed you. You tried to lose him in the crowd but that only created a new problem, the other bulls.

Their harassment started off small, a few wolf whistles here and there, but soon it escalated into something darker, they tried to corner you whenever you were alone, using their size to block you in, you had no chance in hell of scaring them off.

Somehow every time they almost had you, they always would back off at the last second, their eyes wide with fear. You had always been too relieved to care why they left.

But one day as the sun set you decided to lay under a new tree, wanting some privacy from the prying eyes, unknowing that you were being followed. As you lay your head down on the soft grass a dark shadow covered you.

You crack your eyes open, not wanting to give away that you were awake but the figure above you knew better.

His large hands seal themselves around your heels pulling you towards his body. He rested on his knees, his cock already standing just from the sight of you.

For weeks he had worked to earn your trust, defending you from all the others, making sure you had plenty of food, the best places to sleep, and even protecting you from himself.

But watching you sleep under his tree, whether you knew it or not, was too much for him to handle, he needed to claim you and now.

Your sweet eyes looked up at him with fear, unsure what he was going to do, you had not meant to invade his space, you just wanted some time to yourself from the others but you had unknowingly waved a red flag looking so sweet and innocent under his tree, oh you were going to be his.

Not wasting any more time his head descended, taking you into his mouth. At first, you had tried to deny him, unsure what he really wanted, but as his tongue twirled around the head of your cock, you forgot why you were fighting.

Before you could reach your final peak his mouth stopped and he rose to his knees giving you the chance to stare at him. His fat cock stood straight up nearly touching his belly button. His stomach was covered in a fine layer of blonde hair and he had a thick tuft of hair just above the base of his cock.

You try to scramble away, your brain finally able to think again but he was faster, lifting you briefly into the air before setting you down, pushing your head down into the grass while forcing you to lift your hips.

“That's it,” he groans, finally able to catch a glimpse of your tight entrance. His cock ached at the thought of finally being able to fill you with his cum, filling you to the brim while you came around him.

Not wasting any more time he uses his thumbs to spread apart the cheeks of your ass, he let out a long stream of spit, wetting your tense hole. He admired as you squirmed around under him, your little tail waving frantically.

“Shh,” he cooed, stroking the soft skin of your back with his fingers, “I am going to make you feel so good, fuck you until your stomach is full of my cum.”

You wiggle even more, feeling the strange feeling from earlier return.

“That’s it,” he lines his cock up with your entrance and before you could draw in another breath he pushes forward. He ignored your pained cries and keeps going until he is fully seated. He feels bad causing you pain but he can no longer deny the need to breed you.

After giving you a minute to adjust to his intrusion he pulls back his hips, admiring how your hole flutters around his cock. Yes, he had never been more certain. You were his, and he was going to show all of them. The only way he will ever allow you to leave his side is with his cum dripping from your hole, showing all of them who you belong to.

Soon your cries grow into pathetic whimpers as his thick cock brushes past a wonderful spot inside you, sending small sparks of pleasure through you. You grab the grass under you, needing something to hold onto as he bred you.

Pleased to see you had finally accepted your place his hand reaches down, grabbing ahold of your cock he starts to stroke it in time with his thrusts. You had no hope in stopping the blinding pleasure crashing through you finally reached your peak.

Feeling you cum around him sent Bakugou over the edge. He leaned over, groaning in your ear as he released inside you, your clenching ass milking his cock for every drop of cum.

You both fall to the ground, still resting under the shade of the tree. "Mine,” he mumbles, "That sweet fuckin' ass is all mine," his lush lips press a gentle kiss to your forehead as he pulls you in close.

You snuggle in closer, already feeling his essence starting to drip out from your abused hole but you were too tired to care. Your life had just changed drastically and you wanted to freak out but as he tucked your head into his chest the only thought you had was how warm you felt.

#bakugou smut #bakugou thirst #mha smut #mha thirsts #bnha smut #male reader smut #mha male reader #bnha male reader #male reader

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crappycamille · 3 years ago

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On Stand-By (bakugou x reader)

minors DNI

warnings: 18+, voyeurism/exhibitionism, somnophilia-ish (not really), unprotected sex, masterbation

Bakugou couldn't have been dreading a mission more. Why the hell did his agency have to put him, of all people, on this task. Okay fine- he knew that he was the one most fit for the mission but still. This was a pain in the ass.

The Commission was having trouble with a smaller gang of criminals. The mission was for him to wait on stand-by in a small apartment adjacent to the building where the gang's hideout was. Nothing Bakugou couldn't handle on his own, but still, the Commission had to put you on the job too. It wasn't that Bakugou didn't like you, in fact, it was quite the opposite. He always had a hard time controlling himself whenever you were around.

How the hell was he supposed to control himself when you always strolled into his agency in that skin-tight hero suit of yours? When you would come in and shamelessly flirt with his friends. He would see your fights on the news, but he couldn't even focus because with every kick your ass jiggled in such a delicious way. And when that bubbly butt came strolling into his office it took everything in his power to not take you right on his desk.

His pants tightened at the thought of you fucked dumb underneath him. Imagining what your pretty face would look like contorted into a fucked out expression. He wanted to ruin you. However, Bakugou needed to keep it professional. The Commission would often pair the two of you together since you were one of the few people who could keep up with him in combat and agility. Another reason why Bakugou sought after you. So when he heard he would have to be stuck in an apartment with you all day for two weeks he couldn't help but complain.

To make matters worse, when he showed up at the apartment there was only one bedroom. The couch was way too small for either of you to sleep comfortably. So, the two of you had to sleep in the same bed. His assistant sure got an ear full.

The first couple of days weren't bad. The two of you tried to spend the time as far away from each other as possible within the small studio apartment. Aside from simple greetings, neither of you talked to each other very often. Either one of you getting out of the shared bed as soon as you woke up to wordlessly make breakfast. You knew Bakugou well, so if keeping your distance would keep him in a decent mood for longer... the better for you both.

The instructions were to not leave the apartment by any means. The two of you were just supposed to wait for the call. And all Bakugou could do was hope that it was sooner than later.

Everything seemed to be going fine... that is until Bakugou woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of your slutty little fingers deep in your cunt. He couldn't believe his ears. Were you really masturbating with him right next to you?

You were almost too quiet to hear... almost.

You weren't making much noise aside from your labored breathing and the occasional whispered mewl. What gave you away was the not-so-quiet sound of your pussy. It was clear that you were drenched. Bakugou had to do everything in his power to not groan out as he imagined how wet you were.

He was painfully erect, but he didn't dare move a muscle in fear that you would figure out he was awake. He relished in the sounds of your cunt, wishing he could see it for himself.

He listened to you finish and quickly scurry over to the bathroom before falling back asleep. All while leaving him with a painful hard-on for the rest of the night. You were making this so difficult for him.

You went on during the day regularly, clearly unaware you had been caught. But each night the same thing happened. Bakugou would wake up to the sound of you. Some nights were quick and others you took your time to tease yourself. All while he would quietly palm himself to gain some relief. All of it was driving him crazy.

But then. Then... he heard it. Clear as day... His name.

"B-Bakugou" the sound came out as a breathy moan. It was a lot less subtle and quiet than you had intended it to be. Too lost in pleasure to realize the blond next to you heard you cry out for him. A sound that shot straight to his cock. A sound that made him feral.

He snapped.

In one swift motion, he pushed himself on top of you. A hand coming to grab the hand you had been teasing yourself with to keep it in place. A way of showing you he knew what you were doing.

Your eyes shot open wide in surprise, fear written all over your face as his predatory vermillion eyes glared down at you.

"B-B-Bakugou! It's not what it looks-"

"It's not what?" His voice deep and rasped. "It's not me catching you knuckles deep in your pussy being a fucking pervert?" Your pussy fluttered at his crude words. Taking your wrist into his large hand he brought your fingers, soaked in your essence, up to his mouth to suck on them. Groaning out at finally being able to taste you.

"It's not me catching you moan my name while you get yourself off while I was 'sleeping' next to you? Hm? Fucking slut. I bet you wanted to be caught."

"N-No I-"

"N-No I-" he mocked, a smirk gracing his face as he watched you squirm with humiliation. "Quit acting like you haven't been doing this all week." Your eyes widened at the realization he had heard you the entire time.

He began to rut against your clothed crotch, needing to alleviate the ache of his cock. Your hips matching his pace. Grinding against him with need. "What's the matter?" he said with a mocking pout. "Didn't think I'd notice?"

But Bakugou did fail to notice. He failed to notice that you felt the same way about him as he did you. He failed to notice when you would come to his agency more often than what was needed, just to see him. That you went out of your way to impress him on missions. That you would go out of your way to look good for him. That you would often stare for far longer than you were supposed to.

Being in such close quarters with him caused so much tension to well-up in you. You knew it was wrong. You hadn't intended to get caught, you just needed a way to relieve yourself. But in all honesty the thrill of getting off right next to the man you yearn for added to the pleasure. And being in the same bed as the handsome blond with his broad, sculpted back facing you made your lewd imagination run wild.

Your mind was brought back to the present as you felt your shorts being pulled down your legs. Before you could even react, Bakugou's strong hands pried your knees apart to reveal your sopping cunt to his hungry eyes.

He had waited so long for this.

"Bakugou wait-" He cut you off with a sharp slap to your inner thigh.

"It's Katsuki to you. Wanna hear you say my name. Got it." He said as he pressed a lasting kiss to your clit. The act was so gentle it seemed almost uncharacteristic. You couldn't help but nod senselessly, not entirely sure what you were agreeing to.

Before you knew it, the "gentle Katsuki" was gone. Two fingers slid into your slick entrance and began to rapidly pump against your velvet walls.

You immediately clamped down around his fingers due to the sudden intrusion. Your hips trying to get away from the surge of pleasure.

"Ah ah ah. Don't run away." A sadistic grin plaster on his face. "Be a good girl and take it."

"Oh fuck!" a strangled moan released from your lips. "It's too much!"

"Too much?" he said with a mocking laugh. "How the hell do you expected to take my cock if you can't take my fingers, hah?" In reality, Bakugou knew he was torturing you. Giving you no time to even think. Confusing you with going between being gentle and rough within a matter of seconds.

He wanted you to suffer, at least a little. After a week of making him suffer. Making him fight against himself for wanting to hold back. But most of all he was just enjoying seeing you squirm. As much as he imagined you in a state of pleasure, you far exceeded his expectations.

Your eyes half-lidded, struggling to keep them open as your eyes roll back. Eyebrows knitted together. Drool spilling at the corner of you of your gaping mouth that's moaning out his name just like he asked more like commanded. Fuck, you were so sexy.

You had already been teasing yourself. Edging yourself closer and closer to an orgasm, so you were already so close. The pressure building was like no other.

"So close! So close! I'm gonna cum, Katsuki." As much as Bakugou wanted to deny you relief, much like you unintentionally did to him, he couldn't bear to hold back any longer. He wanted to see you come fully undone. He brought his face down to lap and suck on your clit. Pushing you further over the edge.

"Do it. Cum all over me." The pressure snapped inside you. Breaking like a dam. You squirted all over. All over his face, his hands, and the bed.

"Holy shit!" He groaned; his hands never stopping. Working you to elongate your climax. Your hips bucking up to meet the thrust of his hands. His own hips bucking against the bed.

He swears he could cream just from the sight of you squirting like that.

Your hands curl into his hair to pull him into a needy kiss. Your slick dribbling down Bakugou's chin. He can feel your clit steadily throbbing from the overstimulation.

"Please Katsuki. I need it." You whine. "Need to feel you."

Bakugou couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't tease you for a second more. He was so hard it hurt.

"I know you do baby. I know. I need it too." He hurriedly releases his cock from the confines of his shorts. Sighing in relief as he rubs himself against your wet folds. Your hands were all over each other. Grabbing and groping at whatever you could. Both of you were so needy.

You've both wanted this for so, so long.

You hiss when you felt the stretch from Bakugou's thick cock. Bakugou wanted nothing more than to pound into you, but he felt as though he was going to cum any second. Your warm, velvety walls already fluttering around him.

"So fucking tight." He said through a groan. "Relax a little, will ya, you're choking me." He said pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Tears prick your eyes as he begins to move. Snapping his hips up to press the tip of his cock to your cervix in a way no one else has.

"Fuck yeah. So good, you're being so good for me." his praises coming out in mumbles as began to get lost in his own pleasure. "Come on, gimme one more. Cum for me like a good little slut."

"Nuh-uh. I can't." You cried out.

"You can and you will." His hand reached around to circle your puffy clit. Throaty grunts leaving Bakugou as your walls fluttered around him. "Shit. That's it, pretty girl. I want you to cum on my cock."

Your nails dug deep into Bakugou, holding on for dear life. "Cum with me Katsuki! Please. Want you to cum inside me!"

Pleasure clouded Bakugou's vision as pushes himself to fuck you through your orgasm, but he's not far after. Hips stuttering before he painted your walls white.

A sigh leaving him when he finally comes back to his senses, slipping out of you with a hiss as the cold air hits him. But holy- if he looked at you for too long he would get hard again. Seeing his cum leak out of you was a like a dream come true.

Maybe being on stand-by wasn't so bad after all.

a/n: thank you for reading. this is my first fic so feedback is welcomed and appreciated

#bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #bakugou katsuki #thanks for reading

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kurootoot · 3 years ago

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captured, a three part series - gojo, geto, sukuna, toji

when gojo is captured by his enemies, they decide to take it out on his girl.

this will be a three part series, describing what geto, sukuna and toji will do to y/n when gojo is captured by them.

author’s note: thank you so much for 100 followers! it means so much to me :”) i think most of you here have come from the toji professor au fic, but some from the haikyuu one. i’ll be sure to upload more haikyuu content soon, but for now, here’s some jjk filth as a present for 100 followers ;)

parts: part 1 - geto, part 2 - sukuna, part 3 - toji

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part 1 - geto

warnings: JJK MANGA SPOILERS (chap 76-92), nsfw, fem!reader x geto while gojo is watching, non-con, forced voyeurism, it’s fucked up

word count: 4k (don’t ask me how i did this)

LOTS! OF! VISUALS!

upon seeing his dead best friend, geto, gojo is successfully sealed in the prison realm. gojo is apathetic about being sealed, that is until geto brings you, his girlfriend into the realm...

[in this au, geto did not die. this is the real geto. the prison realm obeys every thing geto wishes. and i mean everything.]

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gate... open!

“yo, satoru!”

standing in front of gojo was geto suguru, his best friend, and someone he killed a year ago with his own hands.

how- how could it be? fucking hell.

at an instant, three years of his youth flowed through gojo’s mind.

geto was his partner in crime, his closest ally. when he killed him, a bit of gojo’s soul died too. he was never the same. a part of him wished that his eyes hadn’t deceived him, that it was, in fact, geto that stood in front of him. even if that meant geto had truly become evil, maybe, just maybe, he could be saved. gojo would do anything to have him back at his side.

the monstrous apparition in front of him enveloped his body, holding it in place. gojo couldn’t move a single muscle or feel any bit of cursed energy -- was this checkmate?

gate... closed.

krak... kchk!

gojo satoru has been successfully sealed.

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“looks like time doesn’t pass here.” gojo said apathetically, sitting on the floor of the prison realm, relaxed.

“crap, i messed up. it’ll be fine...”

he was alone accept for the skeletons decorated his surroundings. gojo was confident that his students and allies would be able to handle whatever hell was unleashed outside of the confines of these four walls -- these four, very small walls.

there was nothing he could do about it. the prison realm was definite. once you were sealed, there is nothing you can do to get out from the inside. multiple scenarios buzzed through gojo’s head one after the other. it was infuriating being powerless, something gojo was not used to.

although from the outside, the prison realm looked tiny, the insides showed a different scene completely. it seemed to be boundless, stretching as far as you could see. in this incredibly lonely place, gojo thought about his friends outside.

i have faith in them.

he thought about you.

would you be worried about him? you’d be alone without him. he closed his eyes and pictured you.

you were lying in his bed next to him, eyes opened softly. your skin was bare. he imagined your smooth shoulders, your collarbone, your neck... his fingers gently grazed over your skin, he wanted to pull you into his chest. but alas, you weren’t there.

but more intrusively, he thought about geto.

who was this man?

it was certainly not his friend, even though everything points to that. impossible. it’d been an entire year since he’d seen him. after spending all that time keeping busy, staying numb, seeing geto in the flesh was more painful than any injury he had ever suffered from. it was even more painful than dying before being brought back to life. gojo was confused, furious, but most of all--indescribably sad.

at least i’ll have my peace here... he thought, but soon he’d change his mind.

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after a while, or more like no time at all, a shifting sound rattled the prison realm.

kraaakkkkchhh!

“hm?” gojo looked up, his blue eyes glistening and brows furrowed.

from a distance, a figure appeared, long robed and tall. the man walked steadily towards gojo, his form materialising more and more clearly. it was geto.

anger washed throughout his entire being.

“WHO ARE YOU”

“HURRY UP AND ANSWER WHO THE HELL ARE YOU”

the veins on his neck bulged and his body strained. he wanted to grab the imposter and pound him to the ground, again and again until he was nothing but pulp. but however much he tried, even with all his strength and will, he sat rooted to his spot.

geto laughed hysterically, “sheesh! calm down satoru, you're going to hurt yourself.”

tears welled up in gojo’s eyes. a sinister grin crept onto geto’s face, his sly eyes slanting at gojo.

“it’s me alright.”

gojo’s mouth parted. impossible. it can’t be. he felt like his heart was being thrown into a ditch and dunked into cold water repeatedly.

geto turned away, pacing around mindlessly.

“you thought you killed me didn’t you? well, sometimes you are wrong satoru.”

gojo still couldn’t process anything.

“i needed time for my plan to work. you were the only obstacle in my way,” geto explained.

“genius isn’t it? get the strongest shaman to kill you with their own hands, and suddenly you’re off the hook--completely off the radar.”

geto now squatted in front of gojo, lifting his head with a finger under his chin.

“thank you gojo, for helping me.”

gojo seethed. his face twitched. yet, he couldn’t do anything.

geto got up and began walking back to where he came from.

“you must be wondering why you can’t move, saturo. well, that’s because i’m the one who set the terms of this realm.”

“everything that happens in here obey’s me and me only. in short, i have full control.”

gojo was uninterested in whatever he had to say. who gives a fuck about how this place works. i don’t care about your stupid cursed techniques. i don’t give a fuck whatever you do to me.

why are you doing this suguru? why? i can’t understand it. how could you betray me like that? we were friends weren’t we? weren’t we going to save the world, be the most powerful sorcerers? why? why... why...

“shut up, suguru. i don’t want to hear you talk. do whatever you want with me, i’m here aren’t i?” gojo looked at the floor. his usually luminesce blue eyes were dull and empty.

“anything?”

---

from the darkness, geto reached down to grab something. gojo couldn’t quite make out what he was doing.

a deep, menacing laugh ripped from his throat. “you sure got a catch!”

in one harsh motion, geto swung his arm.

it was you.

---

gojo’s heart sunk to the bottom of his chest. his breath hitched.

it can’t be.

your body was thrown into the light. now, gojo could see you clearly.

you were barely conscious. your clothes were tattered and torn. there were scratches all over your body from the resistance you’d put up. you lay on the floor, shallow breaths creating a slow rise and fall of the chest. your black hair was strewn across your pretty face, your slender legs falling onto each other to the side.

it was definitely you alright.

“y/n!” gojo screamed with all his might, he wanted to spring onto his feet, to sprint in your direction but-

“stay.” geto’s voice reverberated throughout the realm. gojo’s body froze, he couldn’t move a muscle.

“sat..toru..?” your soft voice uttered, eyes fluttering open but just barely.

the tears rolled down his eyes, but his pained expression soon turned into fury.

“what’s the meaning of this, suguru?! what the fuck did you bring her here for?” gojo shouted.

geto kneeled next to you, hovering above. he brought his hand to your face and gently stroked your cheek with his finger. you winced at his touch.

“so pretty...” he purred. gojo was going to kill him. his blood boiled and his neck went hot.

his hand still stroking your face, geto looked at gojo.

“satoru ah, do you know how it feels like to be powerless?” geto asked.

“huh?!” what the fuck is he on.

“gojo satoru, the most powerful man in the world... you have no idea how it feels like to be weak.”

geto’s voice turned stern now.

“you’re too fucking arrogant satoru. did you know i hated you? you have it so fucking easy.

“you stood in my way. you’re too cocky. “you thought you got rid of me but you didn't.

“it’s time you know how it’s like to feel utterly fucking useless.”

---

you looked up at geto, mortified. this can’t be happening. tears welled up in your eyes, spilled over and trickled down your face.

you had no idea where you were. the last thing you remember was flailing your arms with all your might, trying to get away. then, things went dark.

when you awoke, you were already in this godforsaken place. it was disgusting. when you saw gojo, an unspeakable sense of relief washed over you.

gojo, your gojo. with gojo around, you felt safe. you knew he would do anything to protect you, anything at all.

you recognised the man who brought you here. suguru. geto was gojo’s best friend, how could you not know him? except, the person that brought you here was a stranger, completely unlike the geto you had met an uncountable amount of times before.

you’d known geto as a kind man, someone who would never hurt an innocent person. what’s going on?

still on the floor, muscles weak, you turned to face gojo with pleading eyes.

when he caught sight of your eyes, he crumbled. the only thing he wanted to do was run over the pick you up in his arms. run, run away. get away from here. but he couldn’t.

geto cupped your cheek into his palm, making you turn to look at him. he was blurry, your eyes filled with tears.

with his thumb, he swiped your eyes gently. “tsk tsk, don’t cry kitten. you’re too precious to cry.”

his hand stroked your face tenderly. “i’ll make you feel better in no time, i promise”

---

geto’s hand moved away from your face and to your neck, tracing your body downwards until he was between your chest. his hand rested gently on your breasts before moving back up.

“get your fucking hands off of her you bastard,” gojo hissed. his entire body was numb with anger.

geto snickered. “watch closely satoru.”

geto’s body hovered over you and he lowered his face close to yours. he placed his thumb onto your bottom lip, rubbing gently. pressing down, he forced your lips slightly apart. cocking his head to one side, you felt his lips brush against yours.

“stop... please stop...” gojo pleaded. he couldn’t look anymore.

geto rested his forehead on yours, his hands roaming downwards til they were at your chest again. he cupped one breast in his hand, squeezing gently.

he continued squeezing softly as the other hand found its way to your other tit. both his hands moved in unison, tenderly massaging your chest. the only thing separating the two of you was the thin shirt between you, already torn such that bits of your skin lay exposed. you could feel the roughness of his hands on your soft skin.

“geto-san...” you choked. this was wrong.

“shh... y/n, call me suguru.” his voice reverberated again.

“s-suguru.” you uttered. you had no control over your own body, your mouth had acted against your will.

he chuckled lowly, “good girl.”

every muscle in gojo’s body screamed. hearing your voice, your oh so familiar voice, say geto’s name like that made him want to die. that’s the voice you use to call me, y/n. you belong to me. his teeth clenched.

geto brought his fingers to your nipples, circling the sensitive area. his face was nestled into your cheek, his nose pressed against yours and his lips just shy of your lips.

“you’re so pretty y/n...” he said in a low voice. your nipples were getting hard under his touch. the perky tips poked from your thin shirt.

his face then moved to your neck and his body came on top of you. you could feel his hot breath. the way his body pressed against yours, the feeling of his hands on your nipples, you felt your core twinge.

no, no. this is wrong, this is so wrong.

he parted his mouth slightly, letting his hot tongue lap gently at your skin. wet, warm saliva coated a small spot on your neck. you closed your eyes and threw your head back in pleasure.

he sucked harshly at your skin before going back to licking, soothing the pain, repeating this process while fondling your chest. you felt his leg slip between yours, his muscular thigh pressing onto your core.

you almost squealed in delight at the relief but controlled yourself. gojo... i’m gojo’s... he’s watching i can't-

geto removed himself from your neck, making you disappointed at the loss of contact. then, in one swift motion, he ripped your shirt apart, completely exposing your chest.

fuck you. fuck you fuck you fuck you. gojo’s eyes burned with resentment. still, he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

your breasts were full and supple. your nipples were fully erect. very pretty.

geto brought his fingers to your nipples, pinching softly.

“mmm y/n, you have perfect tits you know that?” geto was upright now, still on top of you but letting himself take in the full view of your bare chest.

his fingers alternated between twisting your soft buds and cupping your entire breast. you could feel something hard press against your abdomen.

he lowered his face back down, now right on top of yours.

“you kiss these pretty lips satoru?” he turned his head to look at gojo in the eye. gojo said nothing, just glaring intently as if his stare alone had the power to obliterate the man. he wished.

geto stuck out his tongue slightly. with the wet muscle, he traced the shape of your lips. then he prodded your mouth, dipping his tongue into it.

“mmm...” he hummed, as his tongue explored your mouth. all you could do was take it, your mouth following his motions.

the kiss became very wet. your saliva mixed with geto’s, forming slick strands that connected your mouths together.

he moved his head from side to side, pressing into your mouth generously, lips harshly moving against yours. one hand rested on your breast, rubbing gently, while the other roamed your body, moving up and down your sides.

he pressed his body into yours. you could feel his firm muscles against your body. he rocked his body forward every now and then, in sync with the movements of the kiss.

his thick thigh still grinded against your core. you could feel yourself grow damp, your panties sticking to your folds. the friction and heat was just too arousing.

gojo watched as his best friends tongue dipped in and out of his girlfriends mouth. he watched as you closed your eyes and your mouth moved in tandem with geto’s. he imagined your core getting hot as geto’s thigh rubbed against your clit. fuck. you’re supposed to be mine. why, why?

after god knows how long of passionate kissing, geto parted from your lips. you stared up at him, your eyes wide and glistening.

“god satoru, her lips are so fucking addictive. selfish of you to keep her all to yourself.”

“don’t fucking talk about her like that. stop this, just stop.” gojo was bordering begging at this point.

geto chuckled, “not like you can do anything.”

---

“y/n... you turn me on so much...” geto purred.

“can you feel how hard i am?”

you could, but you didn't say a word.

“answer me.”

unwillingly, you nodded your head and whined. his hard length made a clear imprint on your hip. you could feel how big he was.

he chuckled. moving his hands down your abdomen, he dangerously approaching your sex.

“let’s see if you’re turned on too.”

he slipped his hand into your underwear and pants, his fingers directly coming between your slick folds.

a loud whine escaped your lips. his fingers were immediately coated in your juices.

he laughed loudly. “holy shit, you’re fucking dripping.”

he turned his head slightly to look at gojo, “looks like she's enjoying it.”

he dipped his fingers in and out of your folds, slipping up and down and stroking tenderly. soft moans erupted from your throat as his thick, coarse fingers grazed against your clit and hole.

when his fingers were sufficiently wet, he took his hand out of your pants, bringing them to his lips. now in sight, gojo could see your slick dripping down his fingers and palms. looking straight at gojo, geto lapped at his fingers, savouring the taste of your pussy.

“gojo, she tastes amazing.”

he got up now, taking steps away from you and towards gojo. squatting in front of him, gojo’s eyes were filled with contempt and his face was scrunched up in disgust.

“here, try some.”

geto pressed his fingers onto gojo’s lips, forcing his mouth open. he bopped his fingers in and out, making gojo suck on his fingers and taste you. gojo winced. it was weird and distasteful but god- he savoured every bit of you,

geto removed his fingers with a pop, turning back around to reach you.

he tugged your pants and underwear down your legs, revealing your clean, dripping pussy.

“fuck-” he hissed. your folds were glistening with slick, the juices spilling out and coating your inner thigh slightly.

he playfully swiped his fingers in your folds a few more times, spreading your lips just slightly to get a better view. your pussy clenched and pulsed, making him positively aroused and cocky at how much you wanted him.

“so fucking wet for me.” he said before dipping his head between your thighs. you let out a kitten-like moan.

the feeling of his warm mouth on your pussy was dizzying. he kissed your clit passionately, licking generously and sucking hard. you saw white, throwing your head back completely blissed out.

he nuzzled his mouth against you, creating friction and making you scream out.

“feel good kitten?” he hummed into your pussy, sending vibrations that made you squirm.

no no no, god no. fuck. i can’t control myself, it just feels too good-

gojo... you turned to look at him. his eyes met yours, just like they’d done a million times before. i’m sorry...

geto’s tongue moved more and more quickly. lewd, slick sounds echoed in the realm. you felt your high building up inside of you.

you felt so good it almost hurt. your hands went to geto’s head, fingers intertwining with his long locks, pulling at them. you tried pushing him off, feeling too close. but his large hands wrapped around your wrists and pinned them down harshly.

his lips sucked harshly on your clit and tongue twirled around your vulva. before long, your orgasm had unravelled.

a loud moan ripped from your throat, whiny and desperate. your body twitched and convulsed, grinding softly against geto’s face. he obliged, keeping his head in place as you rocked your clit against his wet lips.

his hands roamed up and down the sides of your legs as you rode out your orgasm.

i’m sorry gojo... that was the only thought that went through your head as waves of pleasure crashed in your core.

when you stayed still, only your chest heaving, geto got up. your head was turned to the side, eyes closed, still processing the intense orgasm you just had.

in front of you and kneeling between your legs, geto hastily removed his robes. as expected, geto’s body was muscular and firm. his shoulders were wide and built. his abs were hard and chiseled, his waist slim and slender.

you stared at his v-line and imagined where it led to, eyes following them until you were ogling at his boxers.

slowly, he tugged down his boxers, revealing his length inch by inch until it was finally free and snapped up and out of the cloth.

he was painfully hard, the tip swollen and an ungodly amount of precum leaking. thick veins bulged at the side and his balls were heavy. he was slightly less thick than gojo, but god was he long.

you gulped in anticipation.

it was painful seeing you like this, desperate for geto. how could you? gojo felt betrayed although he knew it was not your fault. it wasn’t your fault that geto had dragged you here against your will and without your consent. but still, you weren’t supposed to feel aroused by anyone but him. by my fucking best friend...

geto took his heavy shaft in his hands, pressing it down onto your wet pussy. you whined at the contact, feeling his tip at your clit.

he swiped his dick against you a few times, letting the slick of your juices and his precum mix together. both of you threw your head back, relishing in the feeling.

then he pressed the tip into your hole.

you gasped loudly and he hissed.

gojo looked away.

“look.”

straining, gojo slowly turned his head back. he was grimacing, but all he could do was stare.

geto pressed in further, his weight resting on his palms. you cried out, your arms slinging around his shoulders and clawing at his back.

“so fucking tight. fucking hell. you’re so soft inside, hm?”

geto was unrelenting, not letting you adjust as he steadily pushed himself all the way in. your pussy wasn’t giving in, straining and clenching around him even as he pushed down with his entire weight. tears rolled down your cheeks in pleasure and pain.

fuck, that pussy’s mine. get the fuck off you bastard. gojo cried inside.

slowly, he started pulling out, before pushing back in. he was so deep in you. you were crying.

he thrust into you agonisingly slowly, but each time making sure you took his entire length, his tip bumping against your cervix.

stop, stop no- you never wanted this. you loved gojo.

geto picked up the pace, thrusting into you harshly. his went down onto his forearm, leaning his weight forward you he could pound into you harder.

“fuck, satoru she feels so fucking amazing. ha!”

you couldn’t think straight. his cock rammed into you over and over.

gojo wanted to close his eyes but he couldn't. he stared at your pussy and watched his best friend disappear into you again, and again, and again.

your moans echoed, uncontrollable noises escaped your lips.

with each thrust, a new wave of pleasure hit you, slowly building up until you were a groaning mess. your limbs went slack and your head fell to the side.

when you opened your eyes, they met with gojo’s. you looked at him as your body jerked backward repeatedly. his eyes were filled with tears and his brows furrowed in anger. he felt himself get hard.

i hate you suguru. i will kill you. i will kill you.

a load, throaty groan erupted from geto’s throat.

“you fucking love this, don't you kitten? come on, tell me how good this feels.”

you said nothing, again, only whimpering in pleasure.

“tell me the truth.” he barked, voice hoarse.

once again, your voice resonated without your will. “it feels- ah! so good! suguru...”

“i need- hyuk! you to- fuck me!”

gojo’s heart sank to the floor.

“HAHAHA!” geto erupted into laughter. “hear that satoru? she fucking loves me.”

geto got onto both forearms, ramming at an unrestrained speed. your pussy was sore and hot, you were going to cum.

he hissed into your ear, his face buried into your neck as he pounding into you.

with one last thrust, he jerked you up so hard your body jumped. his cock twitched sharply and his veins throbbed.

spurts of liquid coated your walls, hot and thick.

your second orgasm erupted as well. this time, you made no sound, mouth agape but speechless.

burning waves rippled through your core.

geto continued thrusting into you, an ungodly amount of cum squirting into you.

“fucking hell y/n... you made me cum so much...”

his arms were wrapped around your body.

“i bet gojo couldn’t make you cum this hard,” geto purred, his head turning to look at gojo.

gojo glared at geto with an intensity that can only be characterised by insatiable rage.

a wide smirk was plastered on geto’s face.

he wore his robes back on, getting up and walking in the direction he had appeared from. soon, he was out of sight once more.

you lay on the floor in front of gojo, still twitching in pleasure.

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author’s note: i hope you guys liked that ;) this shit’s pure filth omfg. ok i hope to do this with sukuna and toji next. keep yourselves posted :)

the visuals are edited from the manga / artworks online and are not drawn by me. (all hail gege akutami)

(next part out soon)

#gojo x reader #geto x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru #geto #geto smut #geto suguru smut #geto suguru #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut

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whumpshaped · 3 years ago

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this one is very heavy i think. possibly not too coherent. absolutely not my best work. mostly just a huge dump of thoughts lmao

trigger warnings: detailed noncon, self-deprecation, victim blaming, very fucky thoughts, noncon touching and kissing and everything, conditioned whumpee, pet whump, being taken advantage of, anxiety, fear, self-loathing, crying

They couldn't explain why. They'd wanted this, they'd dreamt about it, fantasized about it, wrote entire novels about it in their notes, and now it was freaking them out, they wanted to bolt and never look back. They couldn't even remember how it all started, all they remembered was that terrible, heart-clenching, gut-wrenching anxiety that was tearing them apart from the inside.

They couldn't decide between playing their part and screaming for it to stop. It would've been ridiculous to tell Seth no, he wasn't someone to be told to stop, and especially not by them. Not after all they'd done to get so close to him. Not after he finally decided to give them the attention they were craving.

But the thought of playing along and enduring another second of it was making them sick to their stomach. They couldn't handle any of this, the way they were pinned to the floor by someone twice their size was making them nauseous, like they were trapped, like they couldn't breathe, it was suffocating, demanding, too much.

They couldn't find their voice to tell him how they felt. It didn't matter, they figured, Seth wouldn't have listened. He wanted to take something, and he was going to go through with it. Nothing had even happened yet, apart from a few way too intrusive kisses and his lips slowly trailing down their neck, but they felt like they were going to burst into tears at any moment.

They'd wanted this. They'd wanted this, they were supposed to be ecstatic, they were supposed to enjoy it, get all needy and desperate like Seth wanted them to. And they tried to play the part, they tried their best to the point that anyone from the outside would've said they were just as eager to do this as Seth seemed to be. Moaning, panting, they tried so hard to be perfect, to be everything Seth wanted them to be, everything they thought they were supposed to be in a situation like this.

They felt exposed, even before the clothes started to come off. Self-conscious, disgusting, pathetic, a whore, a fucking freak, a sinner, oh, they were the lowest of the low, and the way they managed to get themself at least halfway into the right mindset, the way their body finally started reacting - it wasn't helping. It made them feel like a fraud. They were only acting, why couldn't Seth tell that they didn't actually want it? Did they want it? Nobody would've been able to tell that they didn't.

But they could tell. The feeling was impossible to ignore. It was eating them up from the inside, just as Seth did from the outside. Their fragile body was being devoured from both sides, leaving nothing for them, nothing but the formless, invisible feeling of being permanently ruined.

They gasped, tears rolling down their cheeks, too far gone to register Seth's reaction. Too far gone to register their own. They were disgusting. Used. Chewed up and spat out, left to die and rot and decompose, all alone in their misery and self-pity. It was their fault. They wanted it, they showed up at his house, they even played along, never once had they said the word no.

Would it have mattered?

They wouldn't know. They never tried. They played along.

They were floating above their own body, staring down at the mess Seth left behind, staring at those dull, teary eyes and parted lips, much too pale skin littered with bite marks and bruises from being groped too hard. All of it was too harsh, too harsh for someone as fragile as them. And now they were broken, with no one to put them back together again.

They'd enjoyed it. Seth had said so, they could remember that, for just a moment before the memory slipped away from them like a leaf in the early autumn wind. Flashes of what had happened were dancing across their vision, but they couldn't comprehend them. All they wanted was a shower. A bath, rather, where they could disappear and drown in the water like they were drowning in their own emotions.

Ruined.

#the bad scribbles #writer whumper #citrus scale #lemon

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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Give your heart a break - Chris Evans smut

The one where Chris is a biker and decided he wants to start your forever.

Warnings: I’m gonna tag this as dubcon just to be safe, Chris definitely crosses a line without proper consent, breeding kink, biker!Chris AU, bondage, (belt used to restrain hands), dirty talk

A/N: this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them. Hope you guys like it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

“Hey, baby!” The smile she opened up when she turned around to see it was truly me who had just arrived at her coffee shop made my heart beat faster than it ever did while I was away from her.

I guess the adrenaline the bike used to give me was nothing compared to her effect on me.

“What are you doing here?” She exclaimed, jumping on my waiting arms so I could twirl her around, like I always did after we spent some time apart. She looked just the same, which comforted my heart somewhat.

I hated leaving her, but this nomadic lifestyle I’d chosen for myself long before we ever met would never work for her. It’s why she always resisted accepting any kind of labels to what we shared.

That was all about to change, though. Even if she still didn’t realize it.

“What? Can’t I stop by to visit my best girl?” Her smile became even bigger at the pet name. It was the indication I needed of her true feelings. She wanted to be mine, she really just couldn’t handle the biker lifestyle.

“Of course, you can. I just wasn’t expecting you, that’s all. Sit down, I’ll bring your usual order!” I watched as she fixed me a black coffee and picked a muffin with great care before bringing it to me. I had no doubt it was the warmest one on the tray. “Will you be sticking around for tonight?”

I could see the glint of hope and desire in her eyes. I knew that even though she didn’t want to be tied down to me, she hadn’t looked for pleasure in anyone else ever since I first kissed her. And even though I was sure she thought differently, neither had I.

She owned my heart ever since we met. There was no one else I’d rather have underneath my body. “I think you’ll soon realize I’ll be sticking around for a lot longer.”

Her eyes lit up at that, excitement clear in her features. “A whole week?” She’d been asking me for that for as long as I’ve known her, and I’d never been able to stick through the whole seven days. There was always some shipment to assess, brothers to help.

This time, nothing would force me away from her.

“You’ll see.” She rolled her eyes at my attempt at keeping a mystery, and I know what was going on through her pretty little head. I was already too secretive as it was, there was no need for more hiding. But I had a plan, and I was going to stick to it.

“I’ll be right here until it’s time to lock up. I’ll walk you home, how does that sound?” The way the corner of her eyes crinkled as she smiled at me was enough of a response, yet she gave me one anyway.

“Perfect.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Stop that.” The order startled me, too lost in the haze of lust to realize that he’d stripped down to his boxers, finally noticing that I’d climbed on the bed and had been playing with myself while I waited for him to join me.

Usually, I’d immediately follow his directions - almost instinctively, actually. It was probably some remaining fear that used to exist inside of me when I saw him on his bike just outside my shop, before I decided to give him a chance and began this little adventure between us…

I never wanted to see his anger directed at me. But tonight, I was feeling brave for whatever reason. Maybe it was because of how much I had missed him this time we spent apart and how I unconsciously resented him for always leaving. We’d never have an actual relationship, and it was all because of him.

So maybe that awoke the brat in me, because all I gave him was a smirk, keeping the movements on my clit as I watched him watch me. “I don’t think you deserve that,” I taunted, taking notice of the way he seemed transfixed by the wetness gathered on my lower lips, until I stopped my movements and raised my hand to slather it on my lips.

“You’ve left me all alone so many nights, with only these fingers as company…” I returned them to the apex of my thighs, pushing them inside of me this time, making sure to exaggerate my moan at the relieving sensation of being filled. “I think you deserve to suffer for a while longer.”

He looked so beautiful with his eyebrows furrowed, the length of his eyelashes and the pinkness of his lips almost making me overlook how threatening he still looked, all tatted up, clearly disappointed in me.

“Stop it,” he warned once more, but I wasn’t in a submissive mood. Not tonight.

“Why should I?” I argued, fucking myself faster. “I’m not yours. You can’t boss me around.” That was the wrong thing to say, I realized the second his eyes darkened, jaw clenching at my defiance. He was on me in a second, easily gathering my wrists in one of his hands as he pulled them up in the direction of the headboard, and it was only when I felt the leather around them that I realized he’d picked up his belt to tie me to bed.

“Yes, you are,” he breathed out against my face, eyes looking directly in mine to show me just how serious he was. “And you should know better than to disobey me.” The authoritative tone in his voice had me shivering, especially after he pulled away and stopped covering my body with his, taking advantage of how I was bound to the bed to drink in my naked figure.

“I promise I’ll behave,” I tried to argue, legs flailing around his figure until he grabbed them. “I-I just missed you, that’s all.” The way his huge, rough hand felt on the inside of my thighs should be illegal. And he knew just how much it affected me, as he smirked and looked up at me from under his eyelashes with a knowing glint in his gaze.

“Don’t you trust me?” He questioned, head tilted as his thumb slipped and found place right over my nub. “I just want to make you feel good, sugar.” I hesitated for a moment - I hadn’t really experimented with any sort of kinky sex before, even though I expected him to try something unusual ever since the first time we were together. Guess this was starting small. I could take it.

Besides, I needed him too fucking badly.

“Yeah?” He confirmed after I nodded, tone almost patronizing as he kept rubbing me and playing with himself. “Got yourself wet and ready for me, won’t need to prepare you, huh? Guess your disobedience has it’s advantages.”

All I could do was whimper, especially when he finally leaned over me again, resting his hard cock over my navel. “Feel this?” He asked, and I nodded once more. “It’s about to be inside of you, pretty girl.”

And so he grasped my hips and adjusted himself to start pushing in, spearing me open. Having him for the first time after a while was always a challenge, and although he always took it slow to get me used to him again, he was never one to give me time to accept the intrusion. He just took his time, thrusting in and out, taking note of every little moan that I released as his hips pressed against mine.

“Oh, fuck…” I groaned, wanting to wrap my arms around him but unable to do so, due to my restraints. “T-that f-feels s-so good!” I was positively trembling as he started to pick up his pace, cocky smile only adding to my arousal.

“Oh, yeah?” He panted, drops of sweat starting to form on his naked body from the frantic activity. “Then fucking scream it, sweetheart. Tell your entire neighborhood how good it feels to have my cock inside of you.”

I must have obeyed him, from the way my throat felt hoarse when I finally came back from my orgasm, but I couldn’t remember it. I was too far gone. All I knew, all I could focus on was the way it felt to have his cock rhythmically dragging in and out of me, the sounds of my juices reverberating off the walls.

“Pretty little pussy,” he complimented, eyes focused on the part of me he was so obsessed with. “Can’t wait to fill it up with my cum.” Well, that jolted me back into reality, suddenly pulling on his belt again.

“W-what?” Only when he heard my question and the hesitation in my voice did he raise his gaze to meet my eyes, a patient smile defining his expression.

“C’mon, pretty girl… You know you want it too. Don’t you want an ‘us’?” He urged while I could only stare back, mouth agape. “You know I want more, I’ve always wanted more. Now I’m ready to give it to you. And I know you want me too.”

His voice was soothing against my ear as he kept fucking me, “You want to be round with my baby, don’t you? You want me to keep you filled all day long, until your breasts are heavy and your belly starts growing, so everyone will know you’re now undeniably mine.”

And to be his is all I’d ever wanted, but I never expected it to happen like this. I could only watch, frozen in place as he came deep inside of me, moaning right by my ear before kissing my temple.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He’d never said those words to me before. I don’t think he’d ever said them to anyone. “I know it’s fucked up that I’m only now telling you this, but I do. And I wanna fall asleep next to you every day from now on.”

And so he kept me plugged, full of his cum even as he released my wrists and lulled me to sleep, and for the next seven days, when I woke up in the morning, he was really still there.

“You’re really here to stay,” I whispered on the eight night, cradling his face in amazement as he smiled before kissing my palm.

“Forever.”

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quirklessidiot · 4 years ago

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title : cigarettes and parfaits [1] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, super duper mild angst, slice of life, josei, bad comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, very,very mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT BECAUSE NANAMI DESERVES HAPPINESS)

Notes: after repeatedly giving you jjk angst, i have been very happy to announce that i am able to write something fluffy now. Yay! (Anyways this is based on the manga sesame salt and pudding, yall better read that. It’s just *chefs kiss*) also this may or may not be written ebcause of the amount of smoll nanami content i’m seeing around this site hmPH

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The sound of your alarm blared at the crack of dawn, making you immediately jerk up in an unfashionable manner, you shouldn’t drink on Sunday nights. Good lord, why did you even do that?-

Your thoughts are cut short though when you feel something, better yet, someone, next to you. It’s dark but you could definitely tell that whoever this stranger is, had settled himself quite comfortably by your side. You blink once then twice then slowly reached out to switch your lamp open to get a good look on who was next to you.

Thankfully, you’re still in your clothes from last night.

Also, who the fuck is this?

Your brows are furrowed together as you try to remember who this person was. Blonde hair and jaw so sharp that it could probably cut the vegetables on your kitchen counter, some fine lines littered his face as he wrinkled his forehead in his sleep.

The tie on his neck is loose as you slowly peered to observe him even more and for some odd reason that made your ears turn bright red as you check out his rather lean figure (he wasn’t overly muscular, he was just right)

“Oh shit.” You mumbled, snapping out of your daze, you had to focus! This was a stranger for crying out loud, “Who the-”

Before you could even say anything more, his eyes shot open and you’re greeted by chocolate brown eyes. You try to stutter out a reply, clearly in your frazzled state the only thing you could let out was, “What the fuck?”

“Oh, you’re awake.” his voice was deep and quite raspy, and daresay, it suited his rather sharp appearance.

Was this stranger awake this whole time that you were gawking at him under the dim light? Your ears turn even a brighter shade of pink. Was it just the heater or was this room getting hotter than it should be?

Yet despite your flustered state though, he thankfully remains oblivious, “Are you feeling any better?” he asks.

Despite his bland facial expression, there was a certain warmth in his tone and that made your heart beat quicken. It wasn’t everyday that you’d wake up to find a good looking older gentleman next to you after all, “I’m good…” You shyly replied, the confidence you had moments ago while you were cursing him was gone when you heard his soft tone, “I- sorry but who are you? What happened?”

He stares at you for a moment and purses his lips, “Nanami Kento.” he introduces himself briefly. From the likes of it, he seemed like a professional, “To be honest, I don’t have much recollection from last night due to the alcohol. When I woke up a few moments ago, you wouldn’t let go and I had no choice but to lay there and wait for you to wake up.”

You paled just a bit at his explanation and turned bright red right after, how embarrassing! Not only did you just embarrass yourself in front of this older gentleman awhile ago, you did something so unlike you last night! Thank god this ojisan was a lot more calmer than you. He didn’t even look that perplexed or annoyed by your state at all.

He runs his hands through his soft blonde hair after and lets out a low groan.

“D-Does your head hurt, Nanami-san?”

“Yes.”

“I-would you-” you tried to stammer a few words out yet you're immediately cut off by his phone ringing.

Right, boundaries. You shouldn’t overstep them since you already did so much last night to disturb him despite you two being so out of it. You watch him as he answers his cell phone in a quick and suave manner, all traces of hungover gone, “Nanami speaking.” He greets as soon as he answers the call, “I understand. Please try to help them out and I apologize for the inconvenience.”

He ends the call and stands up, tightening his tie. Despite him spending the night here, he still looked orderly and it’s so unfair because right now, you knew you looked like absolute shit with the alcohol and booze in your system.

“I have to take my leave now. I apologize for intruding.” he bows down formally.

You’re pretty sure you were the one who intruded, his actions makes you immediately stand up despite the throbbing headache which was definitely a wrong move because the moment you did, you felt your legs giving out.

Great.

“I-sorry, I would bow…” You tried to stammer out an apology, ears bright red once again, just how much could you embarrass yourself in front of this gentleman? “Sorry for the intrusion too Nanami-san.”

He leaves without saying anything much to your relief and as soon as you hear your front door close, you scream right at the pillow.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” You muffled at the pillow.

Thank God you wouldn’t be seeing him ever again!

“L/N-sensei.”

You turn to find Maki and Megumi standing there, they were members of a rather elite family in Tokyo, Most often you avoided bumping shoulders with Megumi’s father since he was, well, quite a tease and although you do admit that Toji Zen’in is a very good-looking and fine man from a very good background, you couldn’t look past the fact that you taught his kids mathematics and there was a good fifteen year age gap between you two, “Hi there.” A warm smile dances on your lips, “Is this about the earlier math problem again?”

The question was directed to Maki, Megumi wasn’t one to ask questions about his lessons since he wasn’t fond of academics.

“Actually, it isn’t. Toji-ojisan says you should come to his birthday.” Maki shrugged, “He says his 40th birthday wouldn’t be complete if you weren’t there.”

Ah, that’s why Megumi didn’t want to go alone. The young boy’s cheeks are painted pink, clearly embarrassed by his father’s antics, “Ah,” You laughed, trying to play it cool. Despite his father’s relentless teasing, he had never made you feel uncomfortable. If he hadn’t been asking you out a few times, you’d consider him a friend, “Your otosan does love to joke around a lot doesn’t he, Megumi-kun?”

“I could deck him for you if you’d like, sensei. I swear that old man needs to realize that you’re way too young and good for him.” He mumbles the last part, clearly annoyed.

“Oh have you gotten married, L/N-sensei?” Maki cuts her younger cousin off suddenly, clearly surprised, “I thought you never had a boyfriend..or girlfriend...or a lover…”

“I- excuse me?” You sweatdrop, “Married, where?”

“Am I mistaken? You have a silver band on your ring finger at your left hand.” Maki points out, “Congrats sensei! It seems like Toji-ojisan won’t be bothering you anymore!”

You were too much in a frazzled state this morning that you hadn’t even noticed the ring band on your finger. You weren’t married, heck, you haven’t dated since college but where in the hell did you get this ring?

“L/N-san?” You’re snapped back to reality by a coworker, “We have two new enrollees, would you mind handling them since they’ll be added to your section?”

“Right,” You smile, “That’s my cue to leave. I’ll get going now. Enjoy your snack time.”

Before Maki could say anything more about the silverband on your ring finger, you scurried away to the faculty room, shaking that weird feeling off since you had to get back to work.

Job first, ring later.

As you went in, two abnormally bleached pink hair stood out and you could immediately tell that they were going to be the new kids that you’d be teaching. You walk closer, realizing how much they looked alike despite the markings on the other.

“Hi, Good morning.” You greeted kindly, “You must be the new kids.”

“Ah,” the one with tattoo markings on his face gloated, “Aren’t you too bright?”

“Sukuna, shut up.” his twin frowned, “Sorry Sensei, My brother isn’t feeling so well since our ojisan had told us off before going to school.”

It seemed like the other twin would be a handful, nevertheless, you were still going to be his teacher so you let out a small smile, “It’s fine.” You waved off, “We all have bad days, don’t we? I’m L/N-sensei and I’ll be your homeroom and math teacher.”

“Hai.” The one without tattoos replied, enthusiasm leaking on his tone, “Itadori Yuuji and this is Itadori Sukuna, please take care of us.”

You watch Yuuji force his twin to bow down to show a sign of respect. For a high schooler, Sukuna and Yuuji’s parents seemed so lax, bleached hair and tattoos? That was definitely a first one on your list. You take a look at the data they passed and a small frown settles on your lips, it seemed like you had to take back the words you said earlier.

Both their parents had died a few years ago.

You cleared your throat and tried to put on the smile and enthusiasm from earlier, “I’ll be sure to introduce you to the class right after break and since it’s your first day I’ll be lax but please try not to go in late again.”

Yuuji’s grin remains the same as he agrees enthusiastically while Sukuna still looks mildly uninterested, something that you realize oh-so quickly that you’ll have to get used to.

After introducing the twins to the class, you settle on your desk at the faculty and peer at the ring on your finger. The only conclusion you could come up with was that this was from the older gentleman from the night before but why would he even give you a ring?

It didn’t even look cheap and it was surprisingly just your size, meaning it was definitely for you.

You inwardly let out a groan as you placed your hand on top of your eyes. God, you definitely needed to lay off the alcohol next time. You feel the phone in your pocket start to ring, peerlessly glancing at the unknown number. People really need to lay off the scam calls.

“Hello, I’m sorry I’m not-”

“Yo-ho, is this Y/N-chan?” The voice on the other line is so unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time.

“Uh, who is this?”

“Is your husband with you?” the voice sounds so playful and teasing that you almost ignore what he had just said earlier.

“E-Excuse me?” You sputtered out, cheeks turning red, “I don’t have a husband.”

“Huh…” the playful voice switches to disappointment, “Don’t tell me you forgot what happened with us last night, L/N-chan.”

You feel something bubbling on your stomach, oh no, this definitely didn’t sound good!

“I- wait, what? who are you? What do you mean? what happened?” countless of questions started to pile up in your head and out of your mouth, panic immediately engulfing you because for a prank call this guy sounded way too legit, confirming your irresponsibility the night before.

“Silly Y/N-chan. How could you ever forget me? I’m such an important person! I’m Gojo Satoru, your witness from your wedding!”

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namivinsmoke · 4 years ago

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Breed Me (Garp x Reader NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW, size kink, breeding kink

Monkey D. Garp is not a gentle, nor a particularly intimate person.

Although the increasingly humiliating positions you find yourself in are no doubt carnal in nature, there is nothing in this relationship that can be misconstrued as lovemaking. He is rough with you, demanding and almost predatory. He demands more out of your body than you sometimes think you’re capable of giving. But every time, through one means or another, he pulls you out of the flames and onto the other side.

The rush alone keeps you coming back for more.

Garp warned you that you weren’t ready to take him. That you weren’t physically capable of handling what he had to offer.

‘I think I know my own limits", you’d insisted. And you pushed, and pushed, and pushed until you finally got what you wanted.

That was the first time, and you never got a second warning after that.

Now he forced you to accommodate him, bent you to his will and used you like a delightfully tight cock sleeve whenever and wherever he saw fit. You were little more than a doll in his massive hands that could crush anything they touched. Frail. Helpless. Malleable. You were his to do with as he pleased, and it was his decision whether or not time was wasted stretching you out beforehand.

It rarely was, because he was a man with precious little time to spare.

‘Why should I bother with prep when you were so confident that you could handle me?’ Garp said, amused, but you barely heard his voice over the stricken bleating coming out of your own mouth.

His cock was huge. Easily the biggest you’d ever seen, let alone taken. It was a struggle just to get the head in when your body was trying so desperately to reject the massive intrusion. But Garp was nothing if not stubborn. He pushed into your sopping wet cunt, applied a little more force and leaned into it. You threw your head back to wail up at the ceiling, already sounding like something broken and damaged. Stretching, aching, burning, white-hot static. Even lube did very little to make the initial penetration easy on you. He was just that big.

You clutched at him throughout the agonizingly sluggish process; blindly clawing at his impossibly large biceps, his thick chest, even his neck. No part of him was safe from the bite of your nails while Garp speared you on his cock in torturous slow motion. It felt like you were being split in two, pushed to the absolute breaking point, and when he finally bottomed out inside of you it almost felt like you’d been impaled.

Would you die happy?

It was hard to fathom how one person could feel so incredibly full. You were stuffed to bursting and it left you reeling underneath him, groaning noisily like a bitch in heat. Your pussy only gushed around him all the more when he quietly shushed you, not gently, no. But in the same gruff way, he commanded everything else in his life.

A soothing hand - so enormous and powerful and rough with callouses - tangled in your hair, just at the nape of your neck. It twisted and locked, pulling your head up, forcing you to look at his face. His eyes were like flaming sapphires, burning a hole straight through you down to your soul. Your entire body shook around him, trembled and writhed, shuddered with each laboured breath. And when Garp finally started to move, sliding out until just the tip remained wedged inside your tight little cunt, it felt like he was dragging your guts out with him.

‘Look how well you take my cock … I guess you were right after all.’

Any sympathy he may have held for you, his favourite, gasping, groaning girl, is discarded without a second thought. He slams up into you so hard you see stars. His dick carves into you like he’s trying to dig out his own space (because, really, who else could possibly fill you out the way he does, this is just for him) and you scream out as no man has ever made you scream before.

The proof of all those long hours spent chasing after pirates shows with his stamina - he’s not even breaking a sweat.

The proof of all that fighting shows with the power behind his thrusts - it really feels like he’s trying to force his way straight through your cervix and you’re not so sure he won’t succeed.

The proof of his undeniable lust for you shows with the filthy words he grunts into your ear and whispers against your cheeks - telling you exactly how good your cunt feels squeezing around him and how he’s so proud of you for being able to take all of him.

And through it, all that insidious curve of his, just the slightest upturn towards the halfway point of his shaft, shoves you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion with every single inward push. You pique once, uncontrollably convulsing with a half-choked sob. Garp fucks you straight through it and into the next while, making derisive comments about how sensitive you are. He just continues to pound you into the futon without concern. When your third orgasm bears down on you, his dirty talk takes a sudden, unexpected turn and you listen as if in a euphoric daze.

‘I should just knock you up and be done with it.’ He growls into your neck. ‘These tits of yours aren’t all that big, but just wait until I put a baby in you. Sloshing full of milk and tender. You’d look absolutely perfect.’

Just the simple thought of carrying his child - of belonging to him so completely - violently shoves you over the edge a fourth time. Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head, blissfully doped out as you are, and Garp pauses just long enough to gather your legs in his hands. He pushes, hooks your ankles over his broad, musclebound shoulders and bends you up like a pretzel so that your pelvis is tilted skyward. He pistons into you again, driving down into your sloppy cunt with what feels like the entire weight of his body behind the motion. You’re so incredibly, deliciously sore at this point and you scream in toe-curling ecstasy when he rips yet another orgasm out of you, paying no mind to your ceaseless keening while he chases his own pleasure.

‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being the mother of my next child.’ He smirks down at you, practically sneering, an almost manic glint in his teal eyes. ‘I could make an honest woman out of you yet … watch your belly grow big and round. How does that sound?’

You’re so far gone with mind-numbing pleasure that your mouth starts flapping on autopilot and you clamp around his cock hard when you realize that you’re begging him to do it. Pleading for him to cum inside you until you’re bloated and leaking, assuring him that you’ll be a good mother and an obedient wife if he’d just give you that chance. Garp's breath hitches at your blubbering words, the sincere desperation with which you speak, and pearly white teeth clamp down on a full bottom lip as he proceeds to absolutely destroy your pussy.

The loud tempo of flesh on flesh clapping together grows louder, faster, harder. He’s trying to eviscerate you and you scream so loud that the entire island surely hears it. Garp almost seems like a man possessed, thrusting into you with such animalistic ferocity, his gigantic, hulking body heaving over top of yours, and you know he’s getting close when his grip gets so tight it feels like he might break your bones. The resulting heat makes you feel dizzy and disoriented as if his high body temperature hadn’t been enough to contend with. But with practised ease, he snaps himself back in control and he jackhammers into you so hard that you start to teeter on the edge of consciousness.

What draws you back to reality is not the guttural howl Garp releases, but rather the sensation of cum flooding your cervix. Your eyes snap open, locking on his heaving figure hunched over you with the slightest sheen of perspiration coating his forehead. He’s still and panting now, holding your hips in place while he empties out his balls and you tremble when spurt after spurt just keeps coming. His cock twitches inside you with each fresh wave of ejaculate, coating your walls sticky hot. He stays like that for a long moment, waiting, as if to make sure his seed catches and takes root.

Finally, he pulls out, slowly so as not deprive your hungry cunt of any of his unnaturally hot semen. You start to ease your legs back down onto the mattress with a devastating groan only to yelp when he delivers a quick swat to the meat of your ass. You look up at him in question, awkwardly keeping your knees bent up towards your chest, and Garp fixes you with a truly wolfish smile as he takes his cock in hand to work it back to life with slow, easy flicks of the wrist.

‘Stay just like that. I have every intention of granting your wish, so don’t you dare spill a drop.’

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marauderundercover · 3 years ago

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Taking Chances Ch. 11: Blast from the Past (Siblings)

AO3

Swinging side by side with her father was an amazing experience. Marinette tried hard to stifle her laughter, figuring Batman wouldn’t appreciate it if word got around that the newest vigilante was a giggler. He swings to the next roof and pauses, Marinette frowning as he listens to something on his comm.

“Alright. All hands on deck. Robin, you’ll stay on the roof with Ladybird.” He instructs, Marinette frowns. Was he really sticking her younger brother on babysitting duty? And why couldn’t she go wherever it is he’s going?

“What’s happening?” She asks, crossing her arms.

“There are several crates of weapons and a few dozen armed men in a warehouse a mile out from here. You and Robin are going to stay on the roof to make sure no one leaves before the police arrive.” He instructs before turning and grappling away. Marinette frowns, but follows behind him. Does he really not think that she can handle herself? And she knows this is going to cause problems with Damian. He already doesn’t like her and now he has to stay with her. She watches as he swoops down into the warehouse and she lands silently on the roof.

“I do not appreciate this.” Robin says, stepping out of the shadows with crossed arms. Although she can’t see his eyes behind his mask, Marinette knows he’s glaring at her. She just rolls her eyes.

“I don’t either. I don’t need someone watching me 24/7. I can take care of myself.” She says, and with a sudden jolt, she realizes this is the first time he’s willingly speaking to her. The first time they’re talking and it’s to argue. Lovely.

“If you had simply stayed away, then I would have been allowed to follow Father. Instead, I am being punished for your insolence.” He adds. Is he going to lecture her the entire time Batman and the others are fighting in the warehouse, she thinks, raising an eyebrow. She starts to snark back, but a shadow moving behind him pulls her attention instead. Narrowing her eyes, she watches as a figure steps out of the shadow, a gun raised at her.

“Well well well. What do we have here?” The man asks, a smirk on his face. Marinette glances at Robin, trying to see if he recognizes the voice. She doesn’t see any recognition, so she immediately catalogues the man as an unknown threat. Chances were that he was involved with the group currently fighting in the warehouse and not an actual Batman level villain. But he still had a gun, so she wouldn’t underestimate him. Robin turns to face the man and he immediately takes the gun off Marinette, pointing it instead at Robin’s head. Marinette narrows her eyes. She may not know him very well, but he was still her little brother. And she wasn’t about to let some stupid goon threaten him. Flicking her wrist, she aims her yoyo at the man’s gun, smirking as she manages to yank it from his grasp. She catches the gun as it flies back with her yoyo, holding it carefully and trying to ignore the internal panic. She’d never held a gun before, never wanted to or had a reason to. And she really didn’t want to hold it now, but she didn’t want the man to know that she was scared of the gun, because that would give him an advantage. She just grins at the dumbfounded look on the man’s face, his shock enough so that Robin was able to knock him down without a fight. He pulls a zip tie out of his utility belt and ties the man’s hands together.

“Well that was disappointing. I was hoping for more of a fight.” Marinette teases, hoping that the tension between her and Robin would break. She watches as his lips purse slightly, not sure what the expression meant.

“I hardly think one buffoon with a gun would be much of a fight for either of us.” He finally says, and her eyes light up. Success!

“But if it was the right foe, they could surely take you down.” A new voice says, and this time Marinette can practically feel the tension rolling off of Robin.

“Slade.” He says, obviously tensing for a fight.

“Damian. I wasn’t aware you were in possession of a Miraculous.” The man, Slade, says, turning towards her. Marinette stiffens, uncomfortable by both his words and the fact that she can’t see the man’s face because of his costume.

“I’m not in possession of anything.” He says, his jaw clenched. Marinette shifts into a defensive position, desperately wishing that she had a comm. Surely the rest of the family had heard this man’s intrusion through Robin. But she wished she could hear them. Whether it was giving information about the man or reassurance that the rest of them would be there soon, she wanted to hear them.

“Tell me, little girl, how did you stumble upon one of the most powerful pieces of magic in the universe? And why haven’t I met you before?” He asks, stepping towards them. Glaring at the man, Marinette steps forward so that she’s standing in line with Robin, unwilling to cower behind her brother.

“I don’t think we run in the same circles. And I assure you, I didn’t stumble across anything. I was chosen to wield this Miraculous.” She says, shoving false confidence in her tone when all she wanted was to grab Robin and run. Slade oozed a sense of wrongness and danger. Not a combination she wanted anywhere near her or her family.

“Mmm. Perhaps not. But we’ll never know, will we. I’m going to have to ask you for that Miraculous now, dear.” He says, her eyes narrow.

“I’m not sure if that’s worked for you in the past, but it’s not going to work today. You’re not the first creep in a mask asking for my Miraculous.” She snarks, hand twitching as she analyzes him and tries to come up with a plan. Without any warning, he lunges towards them, a sword suddenly in his grasp. Marinette jumps back, going on the defense as Robin lunges forward with his own katana. Marinette flits around both of them, throwing her yoyo at Slade every time he got too close to Robin. It was obvious the man was well trained, and it was also obvious that he had little patience for the two.

“You’ve improved, but you’re still not good enough.” He hisses, lunging towards Robin, his sword aimed at the boy’s chest. Marinette lunges towards them, shoving Robin out of the way. She shrieks in pain as Slade slides his sword into her shoulder. She can’t see the man’s face, but she can just imagine his smirk. He puts his other hand on his sword, and she just knows he’s going to twist. She can’t let that happen. So instead, she jerks back, screaming as she pulls herself off the sword. Robin launches himself at Slade once again, furiously slashing at the man. Slade lifts his sword up and Marinette flicks out her yoyo, grunting in pain as she irritates her shoulder. But she’s able to wrap her yoyo around the man’s wrist. Smirking, she tugs roughly, pulling the man off balance enough so that Robin can disarm him. Just as she lets her shoulders relax, Slade yanks his arm, tugging her to him. She yelps in pain as he wraps her into a chokehold. Staring at Robin, she tries not to panic. They’re gonna come for them, right? The rest of her family? Surely they’ve beaten those goons by now. They definitely heard the problem on the roof through Robin’s comm, right?

“Unhand her.” Robin says, shifting his position now that he has two swords.

“I don’t think I will. Not for free, anyway. You want her alive for some reason.” Slade says, tightening his hold. Marinette lets out a choked breath, desperately trying to pull in enough oxygen.

“What do you want?” Robin asks, Marinette tries to shake her head, already guessing what the man wants. She’d rather die than give some psycho the power of Tikki. Not only could he destroy the world, but Paris would also be lost without the Miraculous Cure.

“Her earrings. Let me take them, and I’ll let her live….this time.” He says.

“No….don’t...not..worth it.” Marinette manages to say, just barely able to shake her head. She gags as Slade tightens his grip again, black spots dotting her vision.

“Ladybird-” Robin says, and Marinette is certain she’s hallucinating now. Because he almost sounds pained.

“Don’t.” She begs, fighting to stay conscious. As she watches him, she sees a smirk make its way onto his face. That’s good. Good. Smirking brother means….what does it mean? She’s not sure. All she knows is that suddenly, the pressure on her neck is gone. She falls to her knees, gasping for breath and wincing at the burning in her shoulder. Too much. Too much all at once. A hand on her good shoulder shakes her from her thoughts and she weakly hits at it.

“Ladybird, it’s me.” A voice says. She blinks, opening her eyes, wincing at the pain enveloping her. Looking closer at the figure, she sighs in relief, letting herself slump down. She’s safe. Arms pick her up gently and she smiles softly, tiredness hitting her as the adrenaline finally fades. Curling in closer, she mumbles into Batman’s chest.

“Thanks dad.”

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Bruce Wayne was pissed. And the only person who could piss him off so much was himself. He’d left Damian and Marinette on the roof alone because he thought they’d be safer. He didn’t think the two would be able to get into any trouble up there. Of course he would be wrong. Of course Slade Wilson would choose tonight to come after Damian. And of course the man just had to know about the Miraculous.

Hearing his daughter’s pained screams over his son’s comm would haunt his nightmares. It’d likely become the unholy symphony over the images of Jason’s broken body and Damian’s limp form. Images that’d haunted him for years and would continue to do so until he dies. When he was young, his nightmares were just of his parents. But he had seen things much worse since becoming a father. And now he’d heard much worse. Shaking his head, he tries hard to hold onto the one bright part of the evening.

Marinette had called him dad.

It was the first time she’d called him anything other than ‘Mr. Wayne’. His heart warmed at the thought, but everything came crashing down again when he remembered. Slade Wilson was gone. He’d managed to get away while his focus was on Marinette’s wellbeing. Which means his daughter was now in even more danger. Damian had informed him of the man’s obsession with the Miraculous. It was something they’d need to talk about, but not tonight. After she passed out in his arms, he brought her back to the manor. Alfred stitched her shoulder, and Bruce brought her to her room. It wasn’t decorated yet, but he’d made sure to pick out a room for her after finding out about her. Even if she didn’t want anything to do with them after this, she’d always have a room here.

Sighing, Bruce sticks his head into Marinette’s room, just to reassure himself that she was there. That she was safe. It was something he did with each of his kids, every time they were injured. Every time he was afraid that he would lose them. The sight in front of him makes him pause and pull out his phone to take a picture. They might be mad at him for it later, but he’d curse himself forever if he let this moment slip away. All of his children were piled in Marinette’s room. The girl herself was on the bed, curled into a ball despite her injured shoulder. At the foot of her bed was Damian, his face peaceful for once. Jason, Dick and Tim were all in a pile on the floor, pillows and blankets scattered both beneath them and on top of them. They were an impossibly tangled pile of limbs, guarding their youngest sister. He smiles softly, eyes finally falling on Cass curled up in an armchair that she must’ve pulled next to Marinette’s bed. Satisfied that all were well, Bruce shuts the door gently, not wanting to risk waking any of them.

His children were together, and safe. For now.

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