#like no bby so close he's down BAD for you i can see where there could be some confusion

[bakudekublogblog]

the way katsuki just IS izuku's first love drives me nutty. like he just had a big ole crush on him with his huge-ass heart eyes and he chased him around with maximum puppy-love smitten energy

[kybercrystals94]

Deepest, Wholehearted Regards

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Whumptober 2024 - Day 7 - Prompt: Only for Emergencies / "It's us or them."

@prompts-of-bad-batch Week 3 Prompt: "Sometimes I think he's still here..."

Rated: G | Words: 914

21 BBY

Wrecker is in the gunner’s mount. He doesn’t want to listen to the argument at his back, doesn’t want to think about how it started or why. He doesn’t want to hear about Tech being too analytical, or Crosshair being too emotional. He doesn’t want to hear Hunter try to mediate. 

But the ship is too small for that. 

And so he hears everything, whether he wants to or not. 

Plan 99. 

He hates it.

Crosshair hates it too. Hunter won’t say either way, but Wrecker knows Hunter can’t possibly be okay with it. But Tech thinks they should have a plan for everything. Every possible scenario. It is only logical, he says. 

“If one of us were to become unrecoverably compromised,” Tech is arguing, “it would be advantageous to have the ability to communicate such an event discreetly.” 

“Having a plan to sacrifice ourselves should not be an option.” Crosshair is seething, voice dangerously low. 

“It is a very feasible last resort,” Tech counters. 

“Be human for one second and think about how that sounds!” 

“That’s enough!” Hunter’s sergeant voice is distinct, leaving no room for argument. “Crosshair, go cool off.” 

Something slams down hard, the sound of heavy boots retreating to the cockpit, and the hiss of the door closing. Then heavy, thick silence. Wrecker twists his hands together. He wishes he had Lula. 

“I did not mean…” Tech says quietly, but he stops short.

Wrecker thinks Hunter must’ve signaled him to be quiet, to let the conversation drop. Please. 

There is a sharp intake of breath. “That is to say,” Tech continues, but his voice sounds strange now, “I did not mean for such a plan to be offensive or macabre. Rather, I believed it would provide a chance to relay information we might not otherwise have an opportunity to express in an event where our demise is imminent.” 

Hunter sighs. He sounds tired. “What kind of information?” 

“Our deepest, wholehearted regards and our innate desire to put the lives of our brothers above our own,” Tech says. “Plan 99 would embody such sentiments without losing time to do so.” 

“That’s a good plan, Tech,” Hunter says after a long stretch of silence. “One I don’t intend for any of us to use.” 

“That would be preferable,” Tech agrees. “And I thought it would also serve as a remembrance, for Ninety-Nine. I know he would have conveyed the same information, had he had the chance.” 

“Yeah,” Hunter says softly, “He would’ve.”

19 BBY

“Wrecker, I need your help,” Omega says, climbing up into the crash seat next to him. 

Wrecker laughs. “Sure, kid! What do ya need?” 

Omega gives him her data pad. “Tech is having me memorize all of Clone Force 99’s plans. Can you quiz me?” 

Wrecker holds the data pad up where Omega cannot see the screen. “Okay…Plan 7…” 

Omega carefully relates each plan in detail, even when Wrecker tries to trick her by repeating a plan a time or two. The girl only laughs and recites the plan again without a hitch. 

“Your brain must be almost as big as Tech’s, kid, memorizing all those plans like that,” Wrecker tells her, passing over the data pad and ruffling her feathery blond hair. 

Omega giggles and ducks away. “Wait, you forgot one,” she protests, pushing the data pad back at him. 

“I did?” Wrecker asks, frowning. 

“Yeah! Plan 99.” 

Wrecker’s heart drops. “Oh, well, yeah. That’s not really a plan. Not like the other plans, ya know?” 

“It only says the sacrifice,” Omega says. “What does that mean?” 

“Oh, um,” Wrecker stammers, “maybe you should ask Hunter or Tech. Or Echo.” 

“Why?” Omega asks. 

“They can explain it a whole lot better than me,” Wrecker says. 

Omega frowns. “It makes you sad, doesn’t it. Plan 99? It’s for when something bad happens.” 

“Sort of,” Wrecker agrees. “It’s for if one of us has to do something we can’t come back from.” 

“I don’t like that,” Omega whispers, and she presses in close, curling up under his arm. “I hope we never use Plan 99…ever.” 

“Me too, kid,” Wrecker mutters, hugging her close. “We never want to use it…but if we ever did use it, did you know it’s a secret message? Only for us?” 

Omega hums a wordless question. 

Wrecker continues, keeping his voice as low as he can. “If someone ever says Plan 99 because they know they ain’t coming back, it means they care about you so much, in more words than they have time to say ‘em. It means they are putting your life first, that they want you to keep living, to keep fighting.” 

“It means ‘I love you,’” Omega says, voice muffled against him. 

Wrecker swallows. “Yeah, kid. It means ‘I love you.’”

**

Wrecker is in the gunner’s mount room. He doesn’t want to listen to the silence at his back, doesn’t want to think about how it started or why. He wants to hear Tech being analytical, explaining the galaxy away as though it were simple. He wants to hear Crosshair cleaning his rifle, Hunter discussing strategy with Echo. He wants to hear Omega laughing. He wants to pretend that he might be too far away to hear any of it. Sometimes he thinks they’re still there…if he pretends long enough. 

But the ship is too small for that. 

And so he hears nothing, whether he wants to or not. 

Plan 99. 

I love you too. 

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[luxesiren]

⸻ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 :: solo vanitas scene x implied fem!reader.

cw :: 18+ MDNI. edging, vivid dreaming, masturbation, overstimulation

a/n :: i wrote this for my bby @smiley-babe. she loves this man and like felt her fr!! btw vanitas owns a bookstore in this. when i say implied at the top, i mean she’s just in his imagination, not really there.

it’s slow in the bookstore right now, barely anyone here and all he can think about right now is you. every word you say to him has him gripping his desk and he can’t focus on fulfilling this order. he has to get it done but the thought of you makes him so sick that he has to do something about it, he sighs and places the order to the side and walks away — he locks the front door and turns the sign to where it signifies that the store is closed.

it doesn’t take much to make him needy and desperate, he’s never had anyone interest him the way you have and it’s affecting him in ways that he can’t explain. he could explain them but every thought is riddled with lust and all he thinks about is putting all that energy into your warm cunt.

vanitas is throbbing in his jeans, it’s painful and he needs some form of relief so he’ll do it himself. he locks himself in his office and palms his bulge already teasing himself even though he just needs to be relieved, so sensitive and he hasn’t even fully touched his own cock.

a whimper falls from his lips when he bucks into his hand, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, taking note of the big wet spot that already formed in his underwear, almost embarrassing, really but he doesn’t care. he could’ve cum in his pants and he still wouldn’t have batted an eye, he looks down at his cock, his tip slightly red and so sensitive.

he spits on his hand and starts to slowly stroke his cock, precum leaking steadily from his tip and making the glide much easier to navigate. he tosses his head back against the chair, a small breathy groan leaving his lips as he continues to stroke over himself, keeping the same snail pace before slowly speeding up. he twists his wrist over his shaft and moves it just the way he likes it — his mind clouded with thoughts of you and only you, how you were speaking to him, and thinking about he would act if you were this close to him.

he closes his eyes and imagines how bad he wants you in his lap and grinding down on him and speaking to him softly in his ear. he whimpers so loud that it rings out in his own ears, he forgets about his hand on his cock and imagines being engulfed by your warm cunt. you’re riding him practically teasing him and he can’t get over it, “pretty boy, vanitas, does that feel good?” you would say, your voice laced with arousal and some sort of dominance that he can’t get over.

he would whine and thrust into you, trying to reach that spot that makes you cry out. “mm yes…it feels good, please, please..” he’s begging but he doesn’t know what for, you don’t speed up, you keep that same pace and it drives him up the walls — he doesn’t know where to place his hands but you guide him anyways, placing his hands on your tits and his instinct is to squeeze and fondle them to make you proud.

you clench around him and his eyes start to well up, tears forming in his lash line and threatening to fall over. soft sobs begin to over take his body as he’s reaching his peak but then it stops, the soft edge of almost leaping off a cliff now gone because of the way he’s edging himself. he squeezes the base of his shaft to stop himself from cumming and starts again once the feeling wears off.

he thinks about how you would teach him to finger you, his fingers soaked with your arousal but he doesn’t care. he likes to see it, so much slick covering his index and middle finger and he wants to lick it off his fingers. all this imagining has him shaking and trembling, damn near sobbing because all he wants is to touch, feel, and taste you.

he speeds up, fucking his fist with no regard because he wants to cum now. he doesn’t care to edge himself, this was the first time he’s felt overly desperate and it’s all because of you, because of that nickname, fuck, he wishes he could cum deep inside you and make you cry out for him. high pitched whimpers are continuous, “fuck, fuck, m��please, please…” he’s begging for reprieve, something to ground him.

he finally snaps, cumming so hard that he almost blacks out, the sticky substance hitting his chest and his chin. he doesn’t even care that he ruined his shirt, not one care in the world as he strokes over his cock again — making sure he can’t cum anymore, he knows that if you were here, he wouldn’t be stopping until both of you passed out.

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[peachesfather]

Can you mizu with a healer fem reader thats in lonfon and very jealous of taigen?? I want it very fluffy but also smutty if ur ok with it :) please and thank uu

thanks for this request !!

Doing way too much

mizu x black fem! reader blue eye samurai

warning:+18, smut, fluffy, fingering, bad grammar, suggestive language, and jealous mizu is a way to put it.

I was the best healer in my store in London, i get a lots of praise from how good i am at healing people's wounds, the pay was very good for me and my mother who were very poor.

I swept the floor with a broom while listening to some jams on the radio, i signed and humed to the music, i heard the door open and paid it no mind at all i just continued to clean. i was abrupt by someone in front of me with their eyes being blue as the ocean but had a no emotion face along with someone else with them but he staring at my potions.

"what do you need?" i looked at his tall figure and waited for a response but no reply so i put my hand on their shoulder to tell them to reply for their request.

He snatched my hand from their shoulder and squezzed it very hard, i hissed and told them to stop.

"I just need to be heal thats fucking it, and also need resources for my travel" she let go of me and i basically rolled my eyes at her behavior. "You couldve just said that and not squeezed my fingers." i said while still being angry at this customer. (bby got issues wrong bitch tho)

"okay, sit in this chair please sir" he gave the other man who came along with him a sword and came my way to sit down in the chair. The guy who was holding the sword was looking me up and down while bitting his lips. i ignored him and shown eye contact towards the blue eyed man in front of me.

"Where does it hurt?" He pointed to where their gut is so meaning to where the injury is there. I closed my eyes to see if the energy of the wound could be healed, water has appeared on the gut to clean throughout and he hiss in the healing process, i patch him up. "you're finally done, that would be $50" he put the money in my hand and stared at me for few seconds and then snatched the sword from the other guy, "i be outside Taigen, grabbed the other resources for our travel" she put her glasses back on her face and left my store, the other grabbed the stuff he was told to buy.

"is that all?' he just stared at my face and told him again "IS THAT ALL SIR YOU STARING UP THE STORM" his eyes widned and laughed at my outburst. “You’re so cute what’s your name?” He said while staring behind the counter at my ass.

“Okay, I give you my name, it’s y/n.” I blushed and facepalm at how cringe of how I falling for this bullshit, I noticed a couple glances from the window outside the store, it was the guy who I healed he looked angry and pissed must be because of this fella right here, I think he’s talking himself or flirting idk what bro is still here for.

“The cost is $100, do you have it?” He paused and stopped talking about whatever mess he was going on about, he smiled and started to look in his pockets for his money or changes.

Me, being the nicest person that I’m going to be and letting this nigga off with his resources to getting out of my store, I told him he doesn’t need to pay for it under one condition is telling him and his friend to come over to my place for a meal.

He quickly agreed and said “yes, now we can get to know each other in a better way” he rubbing his fingers together while licking his lips I was disgusted but happy at the same time because he was leaving my store, I gave the guy outside a wink. He scoffed and looked away instantly. (I need her so badly don’t play to get pookie)

When the clock hits 5 pm, I was already done cooking curry chicken and rice for my guests, I clean the table and put the table cloth on to be proper.

I heard a knock on my door I was guessing it was them, taigen was smiling like he had done a whole crime while being very sketchy, he was nicely dressed with his hair down. However, for the mysterious man he was still in his old clothes doesn’t make him unattractive but he could’ve done something to spark his appearance. His eyes on the other has drew more attention.

He catches my glances and looked away in annoyance. I signed and ask his name because i wanted to get know him better. He looked me in the eye and said “my name is Mizu”

That’s a cute name awee” I said that brought me and him in awkward silence until taigen grabbed my chin to rizz me up or whatever saying “ma, you look good tonight in them jeans and showing your figure very nicely.

I kinda blushed at him complimenting my body, his way of words were blinding from getting to know mizu. Taigen gave mizu no emotion face that became a snickering expression towards him to letting know that he trying to get to have me. Mizu smirked and smiled at him for being too foolish.

We was eating the curry chicken and rice at the table, taigen was tearing my food up and said It is good and wanted seconds. I gotten up just to give him more.

Mizu was looking me up and down from knee from how my jeans looked on me, she squeezed her thighs and looked at taigen who was staring back at her already.

“Aye, stop looking at her she is going to be mine, bitches like her cannot resist me.” Taigen said while crossing his hands by giggling at how easy you are. However, Mizu was disgusted of how he talking about you , even though she barely knows anything about me to care.

I came back to table so happy about someone being grateful about my cooking. Taigen grabbed the plate from me and said thank you. Mizu was staring into my soul, I was confused but I sat down and looked at taigen finishing his second plate of curry chicken.

“Y/n, yo if I was your man bro I wouldn’t never disrespect how bad of cook you is” he said while staring at mizu then laughed at how fucked mizu looked.

“You wanna be my man? Well, you must want to take good care of me” I said while lovey dovey staring at him

“I take care of that ass of yours real good” he said while chewing. Mizu started to shake the table and ask to go where to bathroom. I told him that it is upstairs I got up and walked himself to the bathroom.

She stops mid way, it made me confused until she grabbed me and push closed the door in the bathroom.

“What the heck mizu” I was pushed against the wall and was held by my hands from mizu who showing no emotion to the situation of having me like this.

“You want to stay quiet or what, I know you want me all this time you fucking brat” she stare at my face who was resisting her touch.

“I need you so badly please..” you said while bringing your hands to her hands to guide her to you hips, she grabbed a chunk of your ass and lean in to kiss your lips that had lipstick onto them.

“You don’t know how much I have done to get to fuck you like this” she said holding onto me while locking eyes with me I stare back with her with a nervously smile.

She slip her hand in my jeans while standing up with spreading me out with her fingers, I grasp and moans “. fuckkk..mm mizu your fingers” I was literally dripping mess under her. Me and her touched heads while she fingered me at a quick pace while she laughing at me.

I screamed in my hand while she thrust her fingers in out of me out one last time. I wrap my hands around her neck to give her lips a peck, she snickered and kiss me back. We sat in comfortable silence till leaving the bathroom together.

Okay, this was very bad you guys can diss this onee !!

[thirstyforlulu]

Hey bby! May i request a lil scenario where Alu is railling his s/o like jsut completely slammin them! But he gave them a stake or piece of silver so they can make him stop if he goes to far while they are unable to speak? But when they use it they jsut get so overwhelmed by feeling bad that they just break down crying?

Your entire body would freeze up as soon as you use it

Hearing him yell in pain would break your heart, but you had no choice, he’d been consumed by his vampiric side

He’d rip whatever you used out of his chest, and he might yell at you at first, but it’ll only last for a few seconds as he comes back to himself

Once he sees you curled up with tears in your eyes, gasping for breath, he forgets the pain he felt suddenly

“Are you alright, my love?” He’d ask, gently moving toward you

He’d watch your every move, if you try to move away from him he’ll stop and give you space

“I’m alright. Are you okay?” You ask, looking at where you’d stabbed him

“I’m fine, besides, I deserved it.”

He’d hold you close as soon as you’re ready for him and he wouldn’t let you go until he knew you were okay

If you have any physical wounds like scratches, he’ll care for them

He’ll reassure you over and over again that you did nothing wrong

“Darling, I am worlds more powerful than you are, that weapon I gave you is to level the playing field. When we make love, I never want you to feel like you are trapped or that you have to endure whatever I want, even if I’m consumed by my bloodlust. It is our safe word, and I will never hold it against you if you use it.”

Even with all the reassurance you still feel a little guilty

You’ll gently rub the spot where you stabbed him and kiss it

The next day, you always try to be extra nice to him, still feeling bad

You only stop when he asks if he can make up for the night before

[chaotic-mystery]

Don’t mind me 💆‍♀️ just minding my own business 💆‍♀️ thinking about best friends dad joel 💆‍♀️ flipping my skirt up and fucking the attitude out of me 💆‍♀️ making me call him sir instead of Mr. Miller 💆‍♀️ being mean and condescending, slapping me 💆‍♀️ and then unleashing his praise kink on me at the very end 💆‍♀️ calling me his good girl because I took it so good 💆‍♀️

Don’t mind me 💆‍♀️

Goodness I tried to do this justice bby Everyone say thanks to Kait for helping me set the scene WC:1.6k CW: SMUT OBVI 18+, slapping, spitting, sir kink, rough joel, age gap implied (legal ffs), degrading, names (cumslut, whore, slut, bad girl, angel, darlin, yadda yadda) praise kink at the very end, condescending joel. Tell me if I missed anything & if you liked it! <3

Your closet was no stranger to short skirts and your best friends dad wasn't so slick about checking you out when you wore them to his house to hang out with Sarah. Sure, he didn't mind you wearing them to his house for only him to see and admire, to take a mental photo of for later when he was alone in his bed, but he hated the times you'd come get Sarah and go out wearing them. You messed up this time though when you chose the shortest one you owned. It barely stopped below your ass and you can bet Mr.Miller was the first one to notice when you walked by him earlier and he almost broke his neck trying to get a good look.

As you closed the front door and started walking to the garage where the overhead door was open, the music was getting louder that was coming from the radio inside the garage. You rounded the corner to see Mr.Miller installing something new on the front of his truck, a slight glisten to his skin from sweat. As you finger combed your hair and tugged your skirt down, you had to clear your throat to get his attention. "I'm outta here for the night Mr.Miller, thanks for having me over." He gave you a small smile and a nod as he tossed down the wrench he was toying with, "Don't mention it, sugar. Did ya get enough to eat? Know I don't wanna send you home still hungry." The short sleeves on his t-shirt tightened around his biceps as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching as you moved into the garage a few steps, tugging down your skirt again. "Yup, thanks again for cookin', you know I love your food." The radio seemed to get quieter but it was just your mind drowning out anything that wasn't this gorgeous mans voice.

"Can I ask you somethin, angel?" Angel. That's been your nickname since he met you when Sarah brought you home from college, there was no meaning behind it other than it came from Halloween when you were an angel and Sarah dressed up as a devil. "Sure, Mr.Miller, what's up?" You moved a box of broken tools sitting on a stool and set it on the floor, trying to keep your knees together at all times so he didn't see your panties. Of course you wanted him to, just "accidentally".

"Why do you wear those little skirts if you constantly fix them so your ass isn't showin'? Y'know if you're uncomfortable you can jus' take it off." His eyes drifted up your legs as they landed on yours, his fingers not fiddling with the bolt he was previously toying with. It felt like someone reached over and stole all the air from your throat, your entire body freezing. He wasn't going to get the best of you though, not in the slightest. "I happen to love this skirt Mr.Miller, thank you very much." You dropped your feet off the foot rest on the stool so your legs dangled and ran your hand down the small pleats of the skirt. He gave a chuckle and shook his finger at you.

"You aren't foolin' anyone pretty lil thing. I know you need the attention so bad, that's why you wear them to my house so you can get me to look when you walk down the hall, naughty girl. You crave that rush of getting your best friends dad to look at your ass when you bend over." Who did he think he was to call you out for your outfit choices? He had no idea what you wanted or needed. You stood up and started going towards him, raising your hand to connect with his face. He caught your wrist mid-air before it touched his cheek, a smirk on his plush lips.

"Don't think you wanna do that, do you angel?" His hand crept up your face and pinched your cheeks together, making your lips pout slightly. Joel pressed a light kiss on them, and licked your bottom lip ever so softly. "Fine, keep it on I don't mind. Turn around and bend over for me, let me see that pretty little pussy before I tear it up." Your core was shaking and you had to contain your excitement so he didn't know you've been wanting this for years.

"O-okay Mr.Miller" you stuttered and leaned against his truck as he pinned your head down, brushing your hair out of his way. "No more of that shit, call me sir, got it?" his tone was kind of colder now but that didn't stop you from getting turned on. "I got it, yes" you whimpered and grinded your ass against his hardening cock through his jeans. "Repeat it." Joel pulled at your hair and lifted you off the truck just enough to have your ear line up with his lips. You winced at the pain of your hair being pulled, "Yes sir" was all you could muster out.

"Would you look at that, the brat does listen." He smacked your ass roughly before he tore off your panties, ripping them like they were nothing. As he got down on his knees and spread you apart, he admired your glistening sweet folds that were very telling of how much he was turning you on. "Yeah I knew you liked that, my little slut. God damn you're so wet for me already, it's a shame I won't get to taste you. Bad girls don't get their pussy ate." Joel gave your pussy a slap and stood up, unbuckling his belt to drop his pants. "Yes sir" you yelped in response and your knees shook a little at the sting of the slap. No one had ever smacked your pussy until then and it was hard to say if you liked it or not.

Your eyes rolled into your skull as he ran the head of his cock between your slick lips, bumping your aching clit roughly. Squirming from how it gives some sort of relief to you, he grunts and presses your head firmer against the hood over the truck. "Stay fucking still, got that?" Joel leaned down and split on your entrance, rubbing it and slipping a finger inside teasing you. He slipped his hard cock inside you and you jolted forward, not realizing how big he was. "No no no, don't run away now. Take this fuckin cock like the whore I know you are, angel."

"Fuck- you're so big sir, please I need more, more" you begged and clenched around his cock, whimpering and grasping at anything you could. Joel grabbed your wrists and pinned them against your back as he started thrusting into you, the squelching coming from your tight hole making him groan in amusement. "Yeah I bet you do need more? Need someone to fuck the attitude outta you, fuckin cumslut? Hm?" He let go of one of your wrists and pulled you against his chest, smacking your cheek just hard enough to get your attention. Your mouth dropped and a smirk formed, a giggle coming from you. "Again, sir please. Hit me again daddy, I fuckin love it." You giggled and were met with another smack on your face as he buried his cock so far inside you, his balls loudly smacking your clit.

"Dirty fuckin' baby. I can tell how wet that gets you, you're soakin my cock every time I smack that goddamn beautiful face, dumb little cumslut." He turned your head towards him and shoved his tongue in your mouth. Joel pulled away and stood up as he grabbed you and pinned your back against the hood, hiking one of your legs up on his shoulder. "Put my fuckin cock back in that little pussy, right now." he demanded and you reached down grabbing him and positioning the head right at your entrance, moaning loudly as it goes back inside you.

The sweat covering you two made you glow under the fluorescent overhead lights, moans cut off with more smacks to your cheeks. "Who does this pussy belong to, angel?" Smack.

"Y-Yours sir, all you." you groaned out as you breathed in deeply, grunting as he was hitting your g spot.

"Damn right. Look at you, you wanna cum already and be daddy's cum slut? Tell me that's what you want baby. Tell me you want me to fill this little pussy with my cum." Joel snarled as his thumb went down to your clit and started rubbing roughly with thrusts making your body shake.

Your eyes were squeezed shut from the overwhelming pleasure mixed with Joels filthy mouth, you really had to focus on what you were going to say. "I wanna cum so b-ad for you sir, so fucking bad" your words were spoken between sharp breathes and he was loving every second of it.

"Cum for me baby, you've been so good taking this big cock so well. C'mon cum all over let me see you cover my cock sweet girl." he whimpered and kissed you, holding your face as his fluttered his tongue against yours. You swore you saw the heavens as you released all over him, screaming his name, damn near on the verge of crying. He groaned loudly as he pulled out and came right on your stomach, right under your belly button. His body jolted with every string of warm cum that landed on you, your clit throbbing still with excitement. After Joel finished milking his cock dry, he placed his hands on the hood on either side of your body. His damp curls tickled your face as he kissed your forehead softly, his eyes looking down at the work he did and you both giggled. "That's my good girl."

[harrywavycurly]

I’ve been contemplating serial killer!Eddie. I love him soooo much (even tho he be a murder bby) and would most likely fall for whatever he says cuz I be naive, don’t get me wrong, but I just can’t imagine being completely blind to what he’s up to. Like…I don’t mean knowing exactly what he’s doing, but there’s gotta be some little tells that just makes you go “hm…that’s weird” or “that doesn’t add up, did he just lie?”. And maybe sometimes instead of shrugging it off, those little worries just nag too much in the back of your head that you feel you need to have a talk with Eddie. I mean, the kind of conversation where you come home early, probably a bit unannounced (you usually give him a call when you’re about to clock off work) —maybe even when he has a victim guest over, yikes—and just worried out of your mind because these feelings have really been bothering you for a while. They keep you up at night wondering what Eddie is doing…is he seeing someone else? Are drugs or other illegal things involved(😏 there is but ya don’t know that)? Why has he been so secretive lately?

And could you just…imagine Eddie actually comforting you. He feels bad that you’re actually upset so he starts saying all the right things you need to hear and doing all the right things you need him to do (while his guest is just chilling out, mind you). Just trying to make things right because he loves you so much and doesn’t want you to be upset (but especially doesn’t want to expose you to what he’s really been up to—he knows that would be “the end” to the relationship and that would kill him). What would an actual argument be like with serial killer!Eddie? Normally, I’d say pretty terrifying cuz serial killer + anger = not too good ending, right? But, would it be different since it’s Eddie?

Hiii babes!! I hope you like this, but remember it’s an argument so it’s not super fluffy🥺💖

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TW: Yelling, mentions of blood and Eddie is a serial killer

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*You finally ask Eddie the question you’ve been dreading*

You feel like your heart is going to beat out of your chest as you hear the front door open and close letting you know Eddie is home. Eddie smiles as he walks into the house and sees you sitting on the couch in the living room, he drops his keys on the table by the front door and hangs his jacket up on the coatrack. You stand up so you can turn and face him and the look you give him makes the smile instantly drop from his face.

“What’s wrong baby?” Eddie feels his heart sink to his stomach as the possibility that you found out his dark secret begins to creep into his mind. You take a step closer to him and his eyes go wide as he sees a shirt in your hands, a very specific shirt he was wearing while doing not so nice things to a man named Jeffery about a few days ago.

“How long have you been cheating on me?” Eddie wants to let out a sigh of relief but he knows better so he just takes a small step towards you with his hands reaching out for you. “And please don’t fucking lie to me Edward.” It’s the way you say his name with almost a hint of hatred that makes his heart want to break.

“I’m not cheating on you sweetheart.” You just shake your head as you toss the shirt at him making it land at his feet.

“Then explain why there’s a mysterious red stain on the collar of your shirt that looks an awful lot like a tacky shade of red lipstick.” Eddie bends down and grabs the shirt so he can look at the collar and when he sees the few smeared drops of red he can’t help but roll his eyes because how the hell did blood manage to get on his collar he could’ve sworn he was careful. “Don’t roll your eyes at me like I’m crazy.” Your voice is dripping with hurt making Eddie instantly regret his actions.

“It’s just blood baby.” You take a step backwards when Eddie takes a step towards you with the shirt still in his hand. “I swear I’m not cheating on you.” Eddie hears you sniffle letting him know you’re close to crying so he takes a few more steps and grabs your arms before you can move further away from him.

“It’s just blood? How did blood get on the collar of your shirt Eddie? Please explain that to me.” You pull your arms out of Eddie’s hold and cross them over your chest as he lets out a sigh and runs a hand over his face.

“I work at a plant baby and things happen, I must’ve cut myself or something.” Eddie knows by the way you roll your eyes that you’re not buying his excuse. “It’s not lipstick.” He snaps making you jump a bit since it’s very rare Eddie ever speaks to you in a harsh tone. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” You turn and head into the kitchen making him take a few calming breaths before he rushes after you.

“I’d know if you cut yourself.” You begin washing the dishes in the sink as a way to busy your mind and keep yourself from crying. “Just tell me the truth Eddie.” He watches you grip the edge of the sink as your shoulders drop. Eddie slowly crossed the length of the kitchen so he’s standing right behind you.

“I’m not cheating on you Princess.” Eddie reaches out and gently places a hand on your shoulder so he can turn you around so you’re facing him. “It’s just blood.” Eddie feels his heart drop when he sees a few tears roll down your cheeks. “I don’t know how it got there but I swear that’s all it is.” He explains as he reaches up with both hands to cup your face so he can wipe away the tears from under your eyes with his thumbs. “I love you so much.” You reach up and place your hands over his that are still on your face.

“I love you too.” Your voice is low as Eddie leans down and places a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.” Eddie just shakes his head as you look down at your feet now embarrassed that you even accused him of doing anything bad in the first place.

“Don’t do that.” Eddie drops his hands from your face so he can place them on your shoulders as he bends down so you’re now looking him right in the eyes. “You had every reason to be upset okay? I’m the one who’s sorry I should’ve explained the stain to you the moment I got home and needed it cleaned.” You let out a sniffle as you rest your head on Eddie’s chest making him wrap his arms around you.

“I love you.” Eddie smiles at you when he looks down and sees you looking up at him.

“I love you too baby.” He responds before placing a kiss to your lips. Eddie feels the guilt begin to sink in as you wrap your arms around him in an attempt to pull him closer to you, he tries to shake it off as he gives you a squeeze and places a kiss to the top of your head. He knows one day you’re going to accuse him of doing something horrible and he’s not going to be able to lie his way out of it because it’s actually going to be the truth.

[4pfsukuna]

Could I request a todo x fem! reader, where they go on a date to see a movie, but reader decides its a good time to surprise our big guy with some head? 😈

Love your writing BTW you're amazing!!!💕💕

Movie Date

Omg thank you bby🥹🫶🏾 and YES i absolutely can plus i threw in a lil bonus at the end cause i feel like i suck at writing scenes of giving head and 1k words simply wasnt enough.

warning: slight exhibitionism. And by slight i mean these mfs have no decorum. Sloppy toppy and Todo is a warning of his own.

“My beautiful brown goddess, my sensational tiger lily, my vivacious smelling princess—“ your boyfriend of 2 years purrs in your ear wrapping his large toned arms around you gently, veins bulging through the thick fabric of his black turtleneck silver locket with a picture of you inside dangling down.

To an outsider it would look like a monster of a man squeezing you to death but Todo was so soft and gentle with you he would dare lay a finger on you… in a way you didnt want.

“Were not skipping the movie to have sex” you push him off of you but like a charged magnet he comes right back clinging to you, this time his hands wandering your toned yet curvy body. The thin, nearly transparent, fabric of the bodysuit you were wearing with mesh on the sides that dipped deliciously between your breast and down your spine revealing your spine tattoo of a snake.

Your french tip toes peeking out from the strappy rhinestone heels you had on, an anklet with the letter T on it for him.

You looked like a full course meal to him and who hasnt heard of dinner and a movie!

“But—“ he pouts as you smack his hands away from your ass that he kept grabbing handfuls of just to watch the jiggle of it along with you thigh meat. He loved your thighs and loved when you came from him giving you head your thighs squeezing him in so tightly. It was in his top 3 places for his head to be and yes he had a list.

“No buts! You promised me a night out and i would love to continue on our night with the most handsome man in all of japan” you flirt standing on your toes to peck his jaw. He wants to keep pouting but the man is absolutely tender for you, he truly cant get enough of the way you shower him with love and affection.

“Plus if you buy me the collectible cup and pop corn bucket ill make sure—“ you begin as you swipe on another coat of lip gloss but his scoff cuts you off.

“Sweetheart ive already gotten the cups, bucket, tshirts and matching beanies” he pecks your forehead escorting the two of you to the car knowing the sooner you left the sooner you could come back and he could be giving you endless rounds! Your man was a pleaser how could he not be the sound of your moans nothing less than a symphony to him.

You had a plan though cause as down bad as Todo was for you, you were for Todo! You make sure to leave lots of lingering touches as he drives— running a manicured hand up his biceps, tracing your thumb over his jaw as you cup his chin while telling him how handsome he is and even resting your hand on his thick thighs dangerously close to where you knew all 8 girthy inches rested.

Its the way he swerves slightly when your pinky brushes the tip and he releases a shudder sending you a warning look. 

“My love ill hit the meanest u-turn and take us home right now” to which you relax at a tiny bit, there was no threat in his voice just raw lust. 

Its not long before youre back to teasing again.

“You just have the prettiest eyes and lips” you breathe kissing the corner of his lips using his length as balance his hips raising slightly into your palm.

 He was annoyed when you noticed he was circling the block to avoid getting to the theater.

Giggling as he grumbles all the way to the seats you tuck your blunt cut behind your ears making sure it’s fully out of the way for the devious antics you had planned. There were a few people in the movie showing, though none near you all at the front so when the lights finally go down so does your hand to his pants.

“I need you to stay quiet for me papa” you whisper into his ear placing a kiss on it before trailing them down his neck smirking when he exposes it more.

Rubbing his chub through the soft material of his pants he lets out a soft pant his eyes meeting yours when he pulls your jaw to his before giving you an open mouth kiss tongues clashing.

You were his little minx, a for sure tease so when you  Slowly start pulling out his length from his tight boxers he gasps into your mouth.

“Love i don't— ngh” he lets out a strangled sound when you flick your tongue over the tip eyes locked into his. You shush him tapping his length against your lips a popping sound soft enough making a bead of precum form.

Eagerly you lick the vein on the underside of his dick up to his tip earning a hiss as you push your lips down and around him. The sound of suspenseful music begins to play and you pull off with a pop swirling your tongue around once more taking him all the way to the back of your throat and he grunts out your name.

Looking up from his lap you watch his rough grip on the arm rest before winking at him repeating the motion of taking him all the way to the back of your throat three more times slowing down when the music does. 

“Y-you look so precious baby..Nghh..taking.. FUCK.. taking my cock down your throat like that” he stutters turning into complete putty for you

Pulling off to let spit drop from your mouth onto his dick you use both hands to create a twisting motion speeding up when the intensity of the music increases listening to the soft grunt of your boyfriend feeling his dick twitch in your mouth. You feel his hips rise and forcefully push them back down knowing how he LOVES it when you push, pull and bend him to your will.

The music completely stops and you pull your mouth off giving him a minute to catch his breath Todo instantly grabs you by your neck pulling you up to him tasting himself on your lips moaning softly in your mouth.

“I cannot wait to have your anklet dangling over my shoulder as i fill you up and fuck you so dumb tonight” he promises his hand grazing your nipples through the thin fabric. 

You grin, edging him for the next 45 minutes until you begin feeling the first signs of lockjaw and take his balls in your mouth sucking on them blissed out from how heavy they feel against your tongue swirling your tongue all around. 

“Baby… fuck… your mouth feels—” he moans and nearly whimpers as his hand finds the back of your neck. You could feel the familiar twitch in his dick and you knew he was close its only a matter of time until you could taste his perfect release but seeing him unravel under you like this was just to perfect!

 Your forced to exhale through your nose as his grip on your head holds you there giving your jaw and his will power a break.

His moans and whimpers— yes whimpers between you edging him he was starting to become overstimulated and the fact that you hadnt let him touch you smacking his hand away at every instance he wad loosing all restraint.

So When you hear the music picking up knowing it was the height of the movie you know its time. 

Placing your mouth back on his length one hand propping his length up the other massagin his heavy balls picking up spead with the intensity and depth of the music once more the bass rumbling through his chest until its at its peak your tongue swirls out as you take him deep down your throat. Unleashing your finishing move— moaning so the vibrations of your throat send motion waves down his length squeezing tightly at the base and his balls he falls apart with a loud fuck his load shooting in heavy spurts and everyone in the theatre screams at that same time he does at the jump scare in the movie.

He pulls you in his lap holding you close to his chest as he catches his breath chest heaving and legs twitching, hes still hard under you but the bright flash of a light makes its way to where the two of you are sitting.

“The fuck is your problem” Todo hisses at the dark haired teenager whos flashing his flashlight on the two of you.

“Im s-sorry sir! There was a complaint of wei-strange noises” they rush out immidiately taking the light of the two of yours faces and down to the ground.

“Yeah its a horror movie and the music was shaking my girl to the core” he semi-lies through his teeth and the kid apologizes running down the steps only to trip into somebody getting up sending a bucket of popcorn flying into the air fits of laughing bursting from the two of you.

“Mmmm how about we go home and make love on the balcony” Todo kisses your temple fixing your hair to the best of his ability and wiping off the remains of your lip gloss that smeared to your cheek.

Making love on the 16th floor balcony sounded amazing and you open your mouth to agree but all that comes out is a wrasp you instantly feel the soreness of your throat.

“Come on ill make you some tea too” he chuckles tucking himself back in his pants full on laughing as you hold up the bucket of popcorn.

“Of course we can bring the popcorn”

Bonus:

Sitting on Todos desk as you visit him bringing him his lunch the hed “forgotten” as he does every thursday Gojo walks in and stops slightly at seeing you.

“Oh Y/n! Nice to see you” he waves brightly with a few folders in his hand. You hold your throat and wave back watching as the white haired man tilts his head in confusion.

You let out 2 fake coughs..

“Im sick” 

Bonus bonus:

‘I was going to kill him. I was going to have him on the back of a missing milk carton. If i survived his torture.’ Is your only thought as you sit next to Todo his large arm over the back of your seat

“She’ll have a lemon drop” he dismisses the waitress fidling with the small black switch in his large hands. She nods happily walking off and you clench your legs as the buzzing in between  continues.

He smiles down at you faux innocence covering his eyes but the smile telling you he was fully aware.

“Do you know what you want to eat?” He ask opening the menu infront of me before turning to his own.

“Fuck you” you bite out trying to hold back a moan which you instantly regret. The vibration increases to such an intense pace you reach down ready to pull it out the when he subtly takes your hand placing it on his bicep.

“You better not” he threatens as he kisses the top of my head and you couldnt even help how turned on you were, it was rare Todo wasnt a soft Dom so seeing him like this had you dripping to your ankles. It was all his fault. As the waitress walks back with your drinks he grins telling her your order gripping your thigh smiling as he feels the wetness dripping down.

Licking his fingers casually your jaw nearly drops yet you thanks the heavens yall were seated in a secluded area toward the back.

“Todo please—“ you whimper ready to slam him on the table and ride him in this restaurant consequences be damned! clutching his arm you can see hes having such a hard time telling you no especially from the way his pants is forming a tent.

“Ah ah remember when i was begging for you before the movies— how you denied me” he reminds his fingers finding their home between your legs on the nub and pinching earning a tiny squeal.

“That was 3 months ago!”

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Kenny and Violet anon here YES.

Violet is upset because someone she defended against her found family of 8 years let her get taken by brainwashing adults for 2 seconds and everyone flips their lid.

But Kenny refuses to stop a train, and gets into a whole fight with Lee over it (AND REFUSES TO HELP YOU FIND A LOST LITTLE GIRL WHILE YOU’RE FIGHTING OFF AN INFECTION, where as Violet always defends you in Episode 1 regardless of whether you ignored and/or antagonized her or not), and gets mad at an 11 year old for not being able to handle helping someone in labor by herself and everybody’s like “Nah it’s okay, his family died years ago so he gets to do whatever he wants.” as if Violet didn’t witness one of the only consistent family members in her life die in front of her 💀

There’s so many comparisons I could make and one day I’ll make a Venn Diagram about all of their similarities but for now I’m glad someone pointed this out.

there are some things kenny does that have No excuse (like refusing to help bitten lee look for missing clem all because hes mad you didnt side with him enough. leaving lee to singlehandedly save himself in the pharmacy because he got scared. threatening to slap clem for blaming herself for lees death. off the top of my head). but his behavior on the train is annoying yet understandable. he doesnt want to admit his son is dying and he feels like duck dying in the first place is his fault for not saving shawn. you can convince him to stop without things getting physical

the Problem comes in when people can understand and sympathize with kennys annoying/shitty actions, but when it comes to violet (who has the same "my family is dead and its made me bitter and closed off" backstory (and her whole arc is about learning to love and care again)), suddenly all understanding goes out the window. even tho shes not even a FRACTION as annoying and shitty as kenny can get 😭😭

violet is mean to clem for the One scene where youre introduced to her (ignoring your first moment with her in the courtyard where shes smiling at clem so you already know her shitty attitude later is a lie. louis even defends her. wingman lol. and depending on what you say in response to her you can Immediately see the regret on her face LOL). but before the scene even Ends shes complimenting clem and clem loves it. then youre forced to talk to her and tenn about the twins, you have a nice card game where you can joke around with her, then she shows up at the dorm and they have a nice heart to heart about how theyre BOTH struggling with the loss of people theyve loved, and they can sympathize about both being harsher than they intend (THEY GET EACH OTHER CANONICALLY)

and vi not being "a people person" is a huge part of her arc?? she doesnt like that shes like this 😭 but shes also better with people than she gives herself credit for and its why she makes a good leader. (and even if you pick the "came off strong" option clem is OBVIOUSLY teasing about it but vi cant tell and gets defensive ("its not like im trying to be bffs or whatever. sorry" is so "you want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" of her)

and then after this shes never mean to clem again?? (unless you antagonize her but even then its mostly just about her standing her ground and not taking shit she doesnt deserve. which is fair). shes only mean to brody while fishing (and shes mean to brody because deep down she blames HERSELF) and the whole POINT of that scene is to try and mend their broken relationship which immediately makes vi a happier/nicer person if you do (also interesting how louis doesnt get any shit for His behavior while hunting 🤨 no hes just cool and fun). violet also apologizes for being "weird" in the dorms the previous night as well (bby girl why are you afraid that everything you do is weird 😭 she says that word a lot)

violet will Always have clems back (in EP1 and 2!!) No Matter What you do or say to her. i think people take her loyalty for granted. so if you dont save her in EP2 and expect to continue to have her unwavering loyalty in EP3? thats a You problem. she is Fucked Up mentally on that boat by lilly and her not-exactly-ex, and then gets caught in the explosion she didnt want anything to do with. AND THEN SHE APOLOGIZES because she recognizes she was WRONG

(not her literally trying to make a joke about it to ease the tension 😭 people dont give her credit for also having a sense of humor. like louis is the only one who cracks jokes around here) but again when it comes to kenny his actions are understandable and defendable even without an apology 🙄 i literally side with kenny on Everything except the larry thing and if you dont make the right dialogue choice with him? he will not help you look for clem. because of larry 😐 i killed your son for you bro and then took care of his walker doppelganger so you didnt have to. and this isnt even touching his behavior in S2. and yet despite everything he does hes still one of the most beloved characters in the fandom 🤨

i just have to remind myself sometimes that all vi options were made 53-61% and the vi haters are a loud minority. her always being above 50% is so interesting to me because i love when choices are split perfectly 50/50. but the way the fandom talks about her (and the women in general) you wouldnt think shes technically the more popular option (and i Hate playing the popularity card its so annoying, but im only doing it bc people also say shit like "maybe if vi wasnt so mean more people would pick her" they DO pick her!!! you just got mad she was mean for 5 seconds, never payed attention to her again, and used her determinate reaction on the boat as justification for not liking her 😑) (also ignores how mean louis gets in EP2 regardless of choice?? but like kenny His actions are defendable and sympathetic and hers arent 🙄)

[https-furina]

30 with albedo bbg

✎ trivial problems.

ft. albedo x gn!reader

prompt: "thanks for marrying me."

w.c. 500 words

content: fluff, married relationship !! reader is an overthinker, albedo lowkey finds it amusing, insinuated that albedo is taller than the reader (he can put his chin on their head?)

notes: hi bby i hope i did okay <3 tyty for requesting !!

shaking hands fly up to your hair, entangling in it as you finally reach your last whim of sanity. you have been panicking over klee's birthday present for weeks and now it was merely a few days until her birthday, leaving you frazzled as you refuse the most obvious choice you have - which is asking your husband for help. as much as you are stubbornly refusing to include him in your decisions, albedo has been cautiously watching your overthinking state from a distance; for much longer than he'd like to witness it. in-between settling himself back home in the house, sketching and still wrapping his head around letters upon letters from the knights of favonius, albedo had his eyes on you above all else.

it's a worrying sight to see as the circles under your eyes darken and eventually, upon witnessing your hands grab at your hair, albedo finally caves under the intense concern he's feeling.

"love, what's wrong? you've been like this for weeks." he's soft, he always has been as he sets his sketchbook aside and wanders to where you are. there's a heavy feeling in your chest as it sinks in that you can't do this alone anymore. perhaps it was stupid of you to attempt it alone in the first place, after all this was klee at the heart of the situation - it wasn't just any kid, it was the most treasured kid in albedo's eyes.

"what in teyvat do we get klee?" you cry out, finally at your wit's ends over trying to figure out what to get a kid that likes explosives, "you're close to her bedo, help me!"

albedo chuckles, a hand reaching up to rub his temple with his pointer finger as he realises that the whole situation was caused by klee's birthday; something that could have been settled weeks ago had you not been so stubborn.

"that's what's got you so worked up? this is so trivial, love." he muses, pressing a kiss to his partner's head as he hooks an arm around your shoulders. you sigh defeatedly, relaxing under his touch.

"i know, i'm a lot to work with," you mumble half-heartedly into his chest, soaking in his oh-so-familiar scent that you missed so dearly, "thanks for marrying me."

albedo rests his chin upon your head, eyes glossing over the surroundings that is your shared house together. it's not very often he takes a minute to drink in the sight considering he's always up in dragonspine but seeing as he is home for klee's birthday, he figures now is not a bad time to count his blessings that he got so lucky with you. soon he'll return to dragonspine and you, his doting partner, will be left in the house alone once again.

the arm around your shoulders slips down to your waist, the hand lingering there drawing shapes on your clothing that makes you smile, "i'd do it a thousand times as long as it's with you, my dear."

© https-heizou 2023.

[ladylooch]

WAIT can you do Nico smut about letting him go without a condom for the first time? maybe he finishes quick and reader expects him to be done so the reader is a bit disappointed

A Night of Firsts- Nico Hischier

(say thank you GIF makers of Tumblr. We love you. Plz GIF more Nico at Worlds. Thx!)

A/N: So. I almost feel like I should apologize here. This is.. yeah. Whew. I’m a lil tomato here posting this cause it’s pretty smutty. Also, I’m getting on my soap box. As a.. mature (yuckie) woman, this may be an different opinion but it is fucking HOT when a man is like… omg I’m not going to last long and comes in a few strokes. I’m going to pat myself on the damn back about this 100% of the time. Now, our partners have a responsibility to handle it a certain way after and I think Nico does that here 😉 Enjoy bby.

World Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, Swearing, toys of the adult variety.

I sit on our bed in a plush robe, staring at the door to our master bathroom. Flickers of light are waving under the door at me from where my boyfriend is inside. It’s been quite the day for us. After the Devils were eliminated in the second round by the Hurricanes, Nico needed a day like this. We both did. What has the day entailed? Absolutely nothing. Except for soft touches that are igniting a need between the two of us. We had coffee in bed. Lunch at our favorite restaurant just down the street. We napped. Made Baked Ziti for dinner- the long two hour from prep to finish one- and indulged on hot chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven. 

After all that food, we were sleepy, but opted to watch a comfort movie: The Holiday. Nico secretly loves this movie and often puts it on when he sees it as an option on our various streaming platforms. Armed with a blanket and dressed in comfy sweatpants, we snuggled together under a fortitude of warmth. I was almost asleep when his hands started to wander. At first, just his finger tips dipped below my sweatpants, but it didn’t take long for him to begin stroking fire just above and below his favorite places. 

When I started returning the favor, Nico begin to writhe beneath me. 

“Let’s take a bath.” He blurted out suddenly once I finally skimmed my fingers over the tent in his pants.

“What’s in the bath that we don’t have here?” I asked. He bit his lip, looking at the two distinct points in my shirt.

“You wet and naked with a glass of wine.”

That sounded like heaven, so here I am, waiting patiently for him to open the door and let me in.

“Ready?” He asks when he finally cracks the door open. Just one of his eyes pokes out to look at me.

“Was five years ago.” I joke. He rolls his eyes. 

“Welcome to paradise, babe. Right here in Jersey!”

I grin as I step into the low, flickering light of the candle lit room. The smell is a combination of lavender and lemon. The bath is drawn perfectly and the warmth from it’s water fills the bathroom. Nico turned our towel warmer on to get our towels ready for when we inevitably dash out. He comes behind me, kissing the back of my neck as he gathers my hair up. He makes an awkward bun on top of my head, securing it with my purple scrunchie. 

“Ooo, that’s bad. Don’t let me do your hair when it matters.”

“Wasn’t going to.” I laugh as he works the tie of my robe apart. “Would ask Timo before you.” Nico considers and nods in agreement as he pushes the robe off my shoulders. He sighs when I’m naked in front of him. He brings me to the tub and steps in, then guides me to move between his legs. I settle back into his chest, feeling him grow hard beneath me. I look at him over my shoulder, gnawing on my lip aggressively as he hands me a glass of red wine.

“Thank you.” I murmur in appreciation. I lean back to rest my head against his shoulder, sighing at how good he and the water feel on my skin. I could stay here forever. I close my eyes after resting my wine glass back on the edge. Nico’s fingers trail from my hips up my stomach to my breasts. He holds them both in his hands, swiping the peaks into stiff points. My lips part with a pleasureful sigh.

“We’re gonna play tonight.” He whispers in my ear. “Wanna worship every part of you.”

“Okay.” I respond.

He plays with my nipples longer, letting the soapy water lap at them when his fingers take a break. I wiggle against his thick thighs, scratching my nails along them as he becomes stiffer against my lower back. His touch moves down my chest to glide between my legs. He fingers my opening then rubs a few, welcoming circles along my clit. A heavy moan falls from my mouth as he pushes my legs wider. 

“This thing waterproof?” Nico asks me, bringing my vibrator in front of my face. 

“Uh.” I sputter in surprise. “Yeah.”

“Can I use it on you?”

“Yes.” I whisper, eyes wide as he brings it into the water with us.

“Show me which setting you like.” He presses it against my folds and I suck in shallow breaths as I bring my hand over his on the device. It’s a clit focused vibe that has air suction with it. I turn it on, moving his hand back to adjust the intensity so we can build together. I feel Nico’s dick pulse against my back as I moan, setting the sucker over my clit. “Just hold it here?” He whispers into my ear. I nod, breathing in deep as he presses a bit further in. I jolt and he pulls back, sensing it’s too much. 

My legs widen further, one of them extending out of the bathtub. I dip further down Nico’s chest. The hair at the base of my skull gets wet as I dig my finger nails into his forearm.

“That mean more or less?”

“More. Next setting.” He increases one press and my loud moan rattles off the bathroom walls back to us. Nico grins into my hair, savoring the way I grind against the toy and his hand.

“That feel good?”

“Yeah. Ohmygod.” I yell, arching off his chest as his unoccupied hand comes to my breast. He rolls my nipple while biting my ear lobe.

“Mmm, good girl.” He praises. I’m gone after that. I shutter against the bathtub, pushing the toy away as I pulse rapidly. Nico drops it to the bottom of the tub gently rubbing my clit through the waves. 

“Holy fuck.” I moan to him as he kisses along my bare shoulder. I turn to capture our lips together.

“I’ve been wanting to do that to you for a long time.” He admits. 

“You should have asked sooner. I would have let you.” I murmur against his mouth. His tongue snakes out, lapping at me. He tastes like desire and red wine- my favorite things. I turn in his arms and work my way to straddling him. We make out. Nico’s hands trailing up my back. Between his touch, the orgasm, and the cooler air, goosebumps form along my skin. I shiver a bit, causing us to break apart. He lets me sit back further into the water, still mounted on his thighs.

“Maybe…We could have another first…” I trail off, smearing the bubbles on his chest as he places his wine glass back on the edge after a sip. His hands then grip my hips before trailing up to my ribs, just below my breasts. “Maybe I could feel all of you tonight?” Nico looks into my eyes, confused. “No condom.”

“Yes.” He says immediately, sitting up straight. “Yes and yes and yes.” I laugh as he leans forward to stuff his face between my breast, getting sudsed up in the process. 

“Nico.” I murmur, wanting him to think with more than just his dick.

“Baby, yes. We’re clean. We trust each other. We are in love. I want you pregnant with my baby as soon as possible. Just yes.��� He knocks off all the worries I have in my head without them even being expressed. I bite my lip, not quite believing he’s real, even as his fingers run around to my ass cheeks, spreading them and working my hips into his hard cock. He’s just too perfect.

Nico stands, our bodies dripping obnoxiously as he walks us from the tub. He sets me on the bathroom counter, grabbing his towel and tossing me mine. We wipe as much water from us as we can before he’s hustling us into our bedroom. My damp back hits the comforter hard. I work my way up the bed as Nico follows me eagerly.

He strokes his head once through my folds then shoves himself deep. The feeling of his bare skin stroking mine is everything. I can’t even describe the feeling that rocks through my body. Nico shakes above me, mouth open to breathe as he watches my eyes. I bite my lip, breaking eye contact to groan in ecstasy. 

“Fuck.” He whimpers, breathing ragged as he strokes. It feels incredible, I agree, but I’m a little worried about how much his words quiver as he tells me how good I feel. He’s close already.

“Oh shit. Ah, I can’t. I’m sorry.” He pants abruptly from above, sliding out to come on my stomach. I purse my lips against the laugh at the way his face is distorted in pain and pleasure. “I’m sorry.” He moans as he strokes himself. I can’t help it and start to laugh, clasping a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. “Oh god, now she laughs.” Nico hangs his head, squeezing his eyes shut with a final grunt.

“It’s okay. It’s hot. I came without you earlier.” I assure him, rubbing at his thick thighs. The hair there tickles my fingers as I stroke him.

“You felt so good, baby. Fuck.” He mumbles against my lips. He hovers over me making it hard for our lips to stay connected while he tries to not get cum on himself. “I’ll be right back.” He says, walking off to grab a towel. I laugh as he swipes along my stomach, digging into my belly button and making me cackle. He tosses the used cloth onto the floor, then comes back to give me a real kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I say back to him, biting down on my bottom lip. I feel a little disappointed that it’s already over. We spent hours teasing each other for it to end without the ultimate high for me. “Wanna finish the movie?” I move to sit up, pushing those thoughts aside. Nico gives me a put off look.

“Uhhh… we aren’t done.” I look down at his softening shaft and then back into his face. I open my mouth to respond but then shut it again, not sure what to say. “Because I’m done we are done?”

“Well, yeah isn’t that usually how this works.”

“Not with me, baby. You’re not leaving this bed anytime soon.”

“Neeks, it’s okay you don’t have- oh.” I startle, snapping my head back into the pillow as his mouth moved between my thighs. He places teasing kisses all along the plumped lips. In the past, when old boyfriends would come early, that would be the end of this. Nico seems to have a different perspective. “Oh wow.” I whisper to the top of his head, threading my fingers through his hair. I pull his strands, mouth falling open to suck in a deep breath at the incredible circle his tongue forces along. I startle forward, quivering. He moans against my clit, making me buck harder into his face. His light stubble creates a friction that begins to slowly drag my orgasm to the surface. It’s incredible, deep and soft laps, then swift circles that make it hard to breathe.

Without me even asking, he slips his middle finger into my entrance, curling it up to hit the velvety spot I need him to. My abdominal muscles quake. I reach for his other unoccupied hand, placing it on my breast, so he can rotate my nipple between his fingers. I come hard against his lips, shaking into the tender kisses he leaves on my inner thighs. In a quick twist, he gets me to my stomach, then encourages my hips up into the air.

“I’m more than just a hockey all star.” He tells me as he strokes his plumped head through my sensitive folds. He’s rock hard, ready to dunk into the abyss again.

“Yeah you are, baby.” I groan as he slides in to the hilt. He’s so thick and deep. My head claps all the way back, lips parted and sobbing at the ceiling as he moves.

“Ugh.” He sounds tortured again. “You are so wet. Wish you could see how beautiful you look like this.” The slickness of me eases his thrusts and allows for him to pump deeper without any protest from my body. I reach around, gripping his wrist that holds my right hip. He leans forward, working his left hand around my stomach to press in a bit, making his cock feel so much deeper.

“Ooooo.” I breath out, quivering at how damn incredible he feels against my cervix. My teeth chatter in my mouth as Nico whispers in my ear.

“You’re taking me so good. Can you handle a bit more?” I nod and he presses deeper in. I become limp in his arms as my orgasm rocks through me. It’s so intense, Nico has to hold me up from collapsing off the bed. I pulse agressivly around him, pulling Nico off the cliff with me. He comes inside of me, smearing my walls unexpectedly.

“Shit. I’m so sorry.” He sputters for a completely different reason. He pulls out, stroking the last little bit of cum out of himself in a half ditch effort to save the moment. “I am so sorry. Baby. Shit.”

“Nico.” I reach around, holding his thigh so he can’t leave the bed. “I’ve got an IUD. We are good. And that was perfect. Don’t ruin it by freaking out.”

“I just.. I love and respect you and we didn’t talk about that being okay-“

“Consider this me saying it’s okay.” I grunt as I fall onto the bed, melting into the mattress and looking up into his face. “Tonight and every day after this. Don’t change a thing for next time.” Relief relaxes his shoulders and face. He looks down at me, eyebrows pulling together in adoration of me. My face is pink, hair curly from the dilapidated bun and our hot bath. My skin is peppered in gooseflesh from his strokes. “What are you thinking?” I ask. HE is quiet, eyes get deeper, fingers stroking at my face. 

“That I’m looking at the rest of my life.”

I smile back, knowing I’ll remember this moment with him forever.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hey, can I request Taiju x fem reader angst?

Taiju and reader are married and reader had first helped Taiju with his behavior. He became a better man because of his wife. He got close again with his siblings and learned how to control his anger. They we’re even planning on having kids. All was good until his wife ends up dying because a bad gang ended up killing her. That was Taiju’s breaking point. He ends ups as his old self not being able to control his anger, fighting and back in gang related stuff wanting to kill the ones responsible for his wife’s death. His siblings hurting knowing that they don’t know how to help him because the person who helped him is dead.

YES I HAVE HAD THIS ON MY MIND SINCE YOU SENT IT ANON

Everlasting Love: Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.1k

tw: angst, angst, more angst, death, mentions of dying, the dark shit, bby

masterlist

"Tell me what you see." Taiju's face is pressed into your hair, and he inhales deeply, relishing the moment's peace with you.

"I see..." You pause, looking over your shoulder and smiling at Taiju. "I see a handsome man doing his best to survive." You chuckle at Taiju's bewildered expression and lean in to kiss his lips. "You may not see it yet, but I do."

If there was a moment Taiju wished he could go back to, it would be that moment on the balcony of the cruise ship. You'd finally gotten him out of the hellish city of Tokyo, dragging him out of his home where he wallowed in guilt and self-condemnation.

"God wouldn't want you to continue to live in shame," you told him confidently, holding your luggage close. "Pack a suitcase for a few days. We're getting the hell out of here."

Taiju's mind flits between those memories of your stubborn face, your sweet embrace, and how he cradled you against him in the night while he'd traveled far away from what used to define him. Those picture-perfect recollections carry him through the darkness in his mind; they keep him afloat when the storms rage against his better judgment.

You'd thrown him a lifeline in the middle of his darkest hour. Your voice in that small, unkempt church had been the only thing that could reach him.

"What if I told you forgiveness is the cure for guilt?"

"My family would never--"

"I mean you," you began, turning to him in the candlelight with a solemn expression. "You need to forgive yourself, Taiju Shiba. Then, and only then, can your rage be pacified."

Taiju leans forward in his bed and places his feet on the cold carpet. His phone is ringing endlessly, vibrating against the wood of the cheap motel nightstand. He snatches it up and looks at the name - Hakkai - and then places it back down where it was before. He couldn't answer his brother at the moment. He couldn't even answer Yuzuha, who he'd worked tirelessly to make reparations for. Neither of them could call him out of the low lands, now.

It's much too late.

The clip slides neatly into place, making a soft snick as Taiju finishes cleaning it.

"You're really going to do this?" Koko wonders, leaning on his desk and observing Taiju carefully. "We could hire someone to--"

"It has to be me," Taiju hisses, looking up at the mirror on the opposite wall. "Only me." Taiju can't bear to look at himself for more than a few seconds at a time. By all accounts...

"Boss," Koko mutters, using the old title affectionately. "You look like hell." Dark circles run under Taiju's eyes, his cheeks are gaunt, and this morning, he found a new pair of pants that were too loose. "Have you been taking care of yourself?"

Taiju wants to snap at Koko; he wants to tell him losing a wife is nothing to sneeze at; that, of course, he looks like birdshit splattered on a hot car, but weariness gnaws at his bones. "I just need to finish this. Then things can go back to normal."

Taiju leaves the ornate building without so much as a glance back, but when he gets behind the wheel, tears run down his face. He swipes at them angrily - he was so sure he shed the last few when he knelt at your shrine months ago - but now, as he looks at the gun, more tears replace the old ones.

"We should decorate," you whispered excitedly one night, your warm hand on his chest and eyes full of life. "The nursery would look so nice with a mural, wouldn't it?"

"I can't say no to you," Taiju began, snuggling closer to you and humming the notes of a silly song while he pressed kisses into your skin.

The last time he kissed your skin, you'd been so cold. He wanted to wrap his jacket and scarf around you, but that would've been pointless and delusional. You wouldn't thank him or kiss his hand or give him any loving gesture in return.

You were already gone.

With a firm grip on the steering wheel, Taiju drives away from his past and wipes his face with his sleeve.

This would be the last thing he did before disappearing.

"Tell me what you see."

Fear courses through the trapped men's faces as Taiju stands in front of them, holding the gun and the picture.

"I-I s-see a girl!"

"Me, too," another man chimes in. Taiju sneers at them angrily, his hair falling out of its proper place where it was slicked behind his ears.

"You remember this girl?" Taiju roars, and the warehouse echo repeats his words back to him.

"No, sir; we don't--" Taiju pistol whips the men without mercy, beating each and every one of them with as much force as he can muster. When he's done, all of the men are on the floor, and Taiju is huffing with the exertion of his power.

"Now, do you remember?"

"Yeah, yeah!" One of them perks up - he's wearing a baseball cap backward like an idiot - and Taiju's face softens. "Didn't she die in one of those... when we did that thing--"

"The drive-by," Taiju grumbles, tucking the picture into his pocket.

"Was that your sister? Taiju, we didn't know--" Sister? Taiju's foot connects with the idiot's balls, and the cry of pain comes back to him in an echo, too.

"That was my wife." Taiju's words cut deep, and all four of the men seem to sink even deeper into the concrete floor. "She was innocent."

Innocent, innocent, innocent, innocent...

Four shots complement the echoed word, and Taiju staggers back, holding the gun aloft.

"Death," you began, holding the incense stick close before putting it in the shrine. "Is the great equalizer. We all must die in due time."

Taiju hadn't known what you were talking about then, but as he staggers to his car, his mind repeats the memory back to him with so much clarity.

"Death isn't so frightening." You take his hand and squeeze it once. "I like to think what's on the other side is much better than darkness. Perhaps it is our fear of finding out that pushes us to avoid it."

The car is only a few steps away, but Taiju can't bear to open the door. He slumps against the cheap used car and sobs violently, still holding the gun in his hand.

"Only five bullets left in that one," Koko muttered.

"That's more than enough for me." Taiju's hand raises, and for a brief second, he can hear your voice, clear as day.

"But life isn't really so bad that I'd want to find out the truth about death sooner than planned."

"No, my love," he warbles pitifully, finger on the trigger. "Life really is that bad."

[shiftingparadise]

*Panting, desperately gasping for air* It's been almost twenty days without soft spot and I don't know if I can go on any longer (no pressure bby🥲)

I got you 🤓. I hope you enjoy this part just as much! Enjoy reading 🤍✨

Warning: Angst

Word count: 2017

“Hasn’t talked to me in 3 days”, you softly nibbled on your bottom lip. “He’ll get over it”, Chrollo nonchalantly flipped through one of his books. “What if he doesn’t? What if he hates me?”. “Darling”, dangerous eyes lurking over his book, “Would you like it if he had slept with someone else? Let alone in your presence”. 

“B-but he doesn’t mind with you-“. “Are you sure about that?”, he asked as he sat down on the couch. 

No. Fei hated it when he had to share you with Chrollo. He always did. 

“By the way, I don’t agree with what happened either”. “A-are you angry too?”. “I’m not angry”, a smile on his face, “But I didn’t like it either”. 

“Liar”, you got on your knees, softly massaging his legs. “Fine, I liked it a little bit”. “A little?”. A sigh as he leaned forward, his hand resting underneath your chin, “I can’t help it, darling. You’re just so cute when another man takes you”.  

“Pervert”, you smirked before placing a swift kiss on his lips. 

---

You shouldn’t go to his basement. Sure, he took you to a basement, many times before  A basement where he hurt you if you broke the rules, but… This was his basement. His ‘work’ basement and it was off-limits… “Never knock. Never ask to open the door. Never even go down the stairs”. That’s what he told you, but… 

“3 AM”, the words softly flowed from your lips as you looked at the time. Chrollo was “working” in his study, and you couldn’t sleep, so… 

Without giving it too much thought, you tiptoed through the hallway. You didn’t know what would happen, or if he would punish you, but you had to see him. 

“Darling?”, Chrollo’s voice echoed through the hallway. “Y-yes?”, you closed your eyes, heart racing. You weren’t supposed to be up this late. “I won’t protect you from Fei. Not if you break one of his rules”. 

How did he know you were going to his basement? 

“He won’t hurt me”. “I’m not so sure, darling. You know I don’t want to see you get hurt, but… Rules are rules”. 

“Rules are rules”, you childishly repeated the words in your head. Them and their little, stupid rules… 

“I’ll see you in the morning”. “Goodnight, darling. And please, think this through. Fei’s a different man down there. It’s his… Workplace”. 

God, what was the worst that could happen? Sure, you weren’t supposed to see Fei when he was ‘working’, but who cares? You missed him. More than you could take. 

“It can’t be that bad, right?”, you wrapped your arms around your shoulders as you walked to the door that led to his basement. 

What was this eerie feeling?

A certain cold met your skin as you opened the door. Down the stairs was another door, a dim light shining through the door gap. “H-huh?”, you froze as you heard a scream. 

Was someone trapped? Did they kidnap someone? Yes, sometimes you forgot that they were criminals. 

“N-no please-“, the voice more clear as you got closer. 

You couldn’t help but feel nauseous at how desperate it sounded. 

“Shut up”, Fei sounded even colder than usual. At this point, you regret your decision. However, you weren’t going to back down now. 

Why were you shaking? Should you ask first? No, if you did, you were never going to find out what was happening down here. You needed to open the door, to enter unannounced. 

“3, 2…”, you tried counting down, but just when you got to 1 you could hear someone throwing up. This was wrong, there was a reason Fei told you not to go down here. You should turn back, go back to sleep, and forget about all this. That, however, seemed impossible. 

Again. 3, 2…

“1”, you took a deep breath before swinging the door open. 

Right. This is a mistake. 

This wasn’t Fei. Not the Feitan you knew. This Feitan was covered in blood, a hammer in his hand, ready to crush whatever was left of a stranger’s hand. Sure, Fei was cruel. He hurt you, but not like this. 

Your eyes studied the man who was tied down on a table. It was only now that you noticed he was missing 3 of his toes, an eye, and… Teeth on the floor? 

“S-shit”, you quickly covered your mouth as a nauseous feeling took over. “What the hell are you doing here?”, Feitan never seemed so angry. “I-I”, you stuttered as you took a step back, tripping over your own feet. “What did I tell you?”, within a second he was standing before you. “I gave you one rule, one rule you couldn’t break and…”, fire in his eyes as he looked down. “Get out, Y/N”. “I-I’m sorry”. 

This was the first time you truly feared for your life. You feared Feitan, to say the least. 

“You always cross the line”, he got closer, “You always act out of place”. 

“Pl-please, please help me!”, the man on the table turned his head toward you. “Don’t let him kill me”. 

“Shut up!”, Feitan threw his hammer toward the man, causing it to crush his skull. “F-fei”, tears streaming down your cheek, “Y-you killed-“.

“Got the information I needed”, Feitan grabbed your arm, forcing you back on your feet. 

“L-let go”, your legs trembling in fear. “What? What’s wrong?”, he pulled you closer, “Are you scared? Are you scared of who I am?”. 

“T-this isn’t you-“, you pulled your face away from his. “This is me”, he tightened his grip, “This is work”. “N-no”, you wanted to run, to yell for help but… Chrollo said he wasn’t going to protect you, that rules were rules. 

“Why? Why did you come here?”, cold eyes met yours. “I-I wanted to- I missed you”. “Call Phinks”. 

You hurt him. Over and over again. 

“I- I want you”, you tried to ignore the fact that there was a dead man on the table next to you. 

“I don’t want to see you”, he pushed you away, “I despise you”. 

He burnt you, scarred you… But those things never hurt as much as those words. 

“You despise me?”, your heart aching.  “Tsk”, he turned around, “Get out”. 

Wasn’t he going to punish you? To make sure you never disobeyed him again? 

“F-fei-“, “Get out”. 

No. He wasn’t going to hurt you, to ‘punish’ you. It seemed that he didn’t care about you anymore, that you weren’t worth his time. 

“I-I’m sorry”, tears streaming down your cheek as you ran upstairs, longing for the safety of your sheets. 

You ran to your room as quickly as possible, immediately covering yourself underneath your sheets. 

“Darling?”, Chrollo knocked on your door. “Don’t”, you sobbed. “What happened?”, he entered anyway. “He said he despised me”, you cried out, pulling the sheets closer to your body. “He doesn’t”, Chrollo sat down on the edge, his hand pulling the sheets from your face. “He does and, and-“. “What?”, he gently wiped the tears from your cheek. “He killed someone with a hammer and before that he was-“. “I told you not to go, darling”. “Why? Why does he do those things?”. “It’s his job. He gets me the information I need”. “He’s torturing people”, you looked up at him, “That’s not right“. “Cute”, Chrollo chuckled, “You know the Phantom Troupe’s full of wanted criminals, right?”. 

Right. You once again forgot that they were criminals. 

“I’ll sleep with you tonight. I’m sure you didn’t like seeing a dead person”, Chrollo placed a kiss on your temple. “Try to get some rest, okay? I’m going to shower, and then I’ll join you”. 

--- 

“He’ll never forgive me”, you nestled your head closer to Chrollo’s chest. “You know he will”, he wrapped his arms around you. 

Chrollo’s voice sounded so beautiful in the morning. So soothing. 

“You didn’t see the way he looked at me”. “Did you see the way you looked at him?”, Chrollo’s tightened his grip around your waist. “I can imagine you were scared when you saw what he was doing. He probably put his guard up”. “W-why?”, you tilted your head. “The only reason you weren’t allowed there was because he feared you were going to be scared of him. Feitan never had much. He never cared about people, but he cares about you. To him, you’re everything”. 

“I’m an idiot”, you shook your head. “Sometimes”, Chrollo smiled. “Fuck you”, you playfully pushed him away. “Come here”, he eagerly pulled you close again, “Let’s enjoy this moment, darling. It’s a beautiful morning. I’m sure Fei will turn around”. “Can you do something for me?”. “Anything”, he hummed as he took in your scent, “Anything for my darling”.

---

A couple of days passed, and Feitan still didn’t care to talk to you. When you entered the same room, he disappeared. 

“Fei?”, you softly knocked on the door to his room. 

He normally didn’t use it. Feitan used to spend all his free time with you. Lately, however, he locked himself up in his bedroom. 

“Go away”. 

Not this time. 

“Fei?”, you opened his door. “I said get out”. 

Sad. It was sad the way he was sitting in front of his window. His room was empty. There was a bed, a chair, and a desk. There weren’t expensive paintings, no books, no cozy chairs… He was the complete opposite of Chrollo. 

“I know you’re mad. You have every right to be, but… I don’t care about Phinks. Not like I care about you. You were the first person I fell in love with. The first person who made me feel happy, and safe… The first person who-“. 

You didn’t know why the words seemed to get stuck in your throat. 

“You were the first person who made me love myself. I always hated myself. I used to hate the way I look, the way I sound… I hated the way I walk, talk… But you made me accept myself, and I’m sorry that I gave you the feeling that you couldn’t do the same. That you couldn’t accept yourself. I know this isn’t going to make things right. I hurt you, and I’m so sorry. I’m not perfect. I shouldn’t have slept with Phinks. I shouldn’t have asked him to comfort me when you were gone, but I was scared. I was scared Hisoka was here and that he was going to hurt me again. I don’t feel safe when you’re not with me, Fei. I need you, so… I got you this”. 

You gently placed the gift on the edge of his bed. 

“I know it can’t make things right, and if you don’t like it you can give it back. Just don’t throw it away, please”. 

Without answering, he turned around. Careful eyes were now looking at the gift. 

“A gift?”, his brows pulled together. “Yes”, you nervously responded. “No one’s ever got me a gift”, he slowly stood up. 

Your heart broke at the thought. You can’t imagine what it must feel like growing up without a caring home. 

“What is it?”, he examined the wrapping paper. “Open it”, a sparkle in your eyes. 

He seemed excited, even though he tried to hide it.

“I hope you like it. I thought you could use it for… your work”, you cleared your throat. 

You didn’t want him to think you were scared of him. To think that you hated him for what he did. If that meant you had to get him something like this… 

“A knife?”, he frowned. “Look closely”, you pointed towards the handle. “It has my initials on this side and yours on the other. O-oh, and did you see the handle? It has your skull on it”.  

Silence. 

“Thanks”, his voice sounded raspy. “I like it”. “I-I know it’s strange but, now there’s a part of me with you when you’re … Working”, you nervously smiled. 

“I love you”, the words barely reached your ears. 

“H-huh?”, your eyes went round in surprise. “I love you, Y/N”, his eyes glued onto the knife. 

“I-I love you too”, you replied. 

He didn’t respond. Instead, he held one arm open, his eyes still studying the knife. 

Without thinking, you rushed into his arm, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Please forgive me, Fei. I’m never going to hurt you again”. “Please don’t. Don’t know how much more my heart can take”, a crack in his voice. 

[stevenssticks]

Walk with me yall.....

Virgin Dave Mustaine *Feral Screaming*

Baby so horny and desperate barely holding himself back from pouncing in his First lover when they decide to get sticky with It as reader thought that mutual masturbation/sucking him off for the First time and letting him put in Just the tip would be enough to help him cool down but boy oh boy, Dave couldn't wait to get to feel what's like to fuck a real pussy after beating his cock so many times with those porn magazines thinking about his sweetheart so he begs and pleads to his Darling

Him being a nasty, perverted dirty talker naturally, all eager to shove himself as deep as he Can even If It makes him feel overwhelmed and on the verge of crying because no matter How much his sensible Dick Hurts, he loves How warm and wet it feels around him, and when he notices the little bulge whenever he slid in and her juices running down her thighs, making a mess where their bodies connected, she Can almost see his eyes Rolling back as he shivers and trembles while Cumming harder than he ever had before letting out noises that she never expected to see a Man doing

Poor reader, she is in for a long First night because no matter How many times he seems to cum, he Just can't get enough of the feeling

(THE FREAKIN AUH AUH NOISES U ALWAYS TALK ABOUT KEEP HAUTING ME IN MY DREAMS GRRRR)

HOLY FUCK IM WALKING WITH YOU. I AM MOST DEFINITELY WALKING WITH YOU WHAT THE FUCK. i might have to turn this into a full one shot bc mmmghhnmmmmmmmmmmm this is making me feel so many things.

for one: giving him his first blow job would be out of this world. he loves loves loves your mouth. wants to cum in it, fuck it. and he does just that. he’d beg you for it, asking “please please please can i fuck your throat? want it so bad. mouth feels so good.!” and ofc you pull off him for a sec to hesitantly say okay, and as soon as your mouth is back on him he’s grabbing your hair and fucking deep in your throat, letting out a wail bc bby boy is so overwhelmed at the feeling of your warm mouth. he’s cumming down your throat so fast and he’s so embarrassed about it he gets all blushy and shy<<333

OH OH AND giving him a pussy job and just rubbing your cunt over his dick but not actually putting it in. him whining and begging and rutting into you like he’s in heat asking “please. just the tip. i’ll be good i swear. please??” and you ofc cannot say no to a face like that and pleads like those. he gets you on your back and as soon as he presses the tip in he’s GONE. his eyes flutter close and his mouth drops open and he can’t even get a noise out with how good it feels. he’s gotten his taste, and now he wants more. he starts begging again and oh you’re giving in too. it feels so good to have him inside you already. you breathe out a little, punched out noise of approval and he’s slamming into you.

he’s so fucking horny and has been lusting for you since the day he met you and now it’s happening and he’s so overwhelmed with the feeling of it all. he literally would wrap his arms around you in a bear hug and start humping into you bc he doesn’t even wanna pull out at all. he’d be whining and moaning in ur ear telling you “feel so good. your pussy feels so good. fuck, i’m gonna cum inside you. needa cum in you. fuck fuck fuck” and you’re just holding him trying to ground yourself as he ruts into you.

the poor boy damn near howls when he cums, and even after that he can’t stop. he looks between your legs to where you’re connected to see a ring of his and your cum at the base of his dick and he’s already hard again. he’s so fucked out and overstimulated and it fucking hurts, but he’s still flipping you into every position he can and he doesn’t. stop. cumming. at one point he even crawls up the bed to lean over your face and have your throat again and you can taste his cum and yours on your lips and it’s so heady. he’d be so obsessed with getting you all messy and seeing spit run down your chin and hearing you choke on him. him letting out little “thank you”’s in between moans<3333

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yeah… i’m gonna need to make this into a full story. keep an eye out for that and anon whoever you are BLESS YOUR SOUL.

[blossoming-mind-palace]

Baek Cheon SFW Alphabet

A/N: He's so bby girl <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's a little shy when it comes to affection, but his favorite way to show his affection would be via gift-giving. He's the kind of guy that gives you practical or thoughtful gifts. Has never given you a bad gift.

The second one would be physical affection. We only know a little bit about his childhood, but I have a headcanon that he was emotionally neglected so he's touched starved. He's not super touchy/clingy in public, but behind closed doors he's all over you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's the best friend you can depend on. He's an open book when it comes to his opinions. He'd give you brutally honest life advice and isn't afraid to give you a reality check. Honestly, I think he became that way because of Chung Myung. He's also incredibly loyal and will take your secrets to the grave.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves being held in his s/o's arms. Everyone sees him as their dependable and perfect senior, so it feels nice to let his walls down in front of his partner. He'd enjoy having you lay on his chest, laying on your chest, or spooning and being spooned.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He's already a perfectionist when it comes to his appearance and reputation, so everything else has to be perfect too! He follows recipes to a T and his room is always spotless.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It'd take him forever to tell you because breakups are nerve-wracking. Another respectful lad, but will take a long time to get over you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He's the loyal and slow-burn type of guy. I feel like he'd wait a bit longer than Chung Myung. He probably waited at least five years to put a ring on it. He knows how marriages can go awry, so he's a little nervous about it. He'll warm up to it though, and would want to know everything about you before getting married.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentle giant. Physically he treats you like you're glass and tries his best to keep you happy. Doesn't like arguing with you, and tries his best to communicate his feelings to you. He tries to hear you out, but on the rare occasion you two do end up arguing he'll look like a kicked puppy afterward. He will want to reconcile as soon as possible. Even if you two are still made at each other he'll tell you he loves you before bed.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves them, and they're a good way to get him flustered. Surprise him by hugging him from the back and his face will turn red! At the start of the relationship, his hugs are shy and soft, but after a while he'll want to wrap around you like a boa constrictor.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

If he's the one confessing, it'll take him a while to say it. This is because he wants to plan everything and make his confession shoujo-level perfect. If you confess before him his face will be beet red and freeze. His heart is pounding when he quietly says "I love you too".

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I can't see him getting jealous easily. He trusts his s/o and knows they'll be loyal. If he does get jealous he'll get huffy and have a permanent scowl on his face. He'll go quiet, and everyone notices that he's upset. If you don't clear the air his anger will turn into sadness and insecurity. Please clear the air with him, smother him in kisses, and coddle him.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He mostly gives chaste kisses, especially if you guys are near other people. He's a little shy so if you want anything that's more passionate/sensual you'll have to initiate things.

He likes it when you kiss him on his forehead and neck. Loves it when you kiss his forehead before he puts his ribbon on or after he takes it off for the night. It makes him smile subconsciously and gives him butterflies.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's the little brother, so I imagine he's inexperienced when it comes to taking care of kids. (same) He doesn't mind them though! He knows he needs to be gentle and patient with them. I feel like he'd be good at soothing a crying baby, but would struggle with handling an ornery older child.

If he had kids, he'd try really hard to be the perfect parent. He wants to be involved in his kids' lives, tries to learn everything he can about their interests, and he's invested in their academic life. If he's in a modern setting he attends PTA meetings and takes them to all of their after-school activities. Tries to be patient with his kids because I feel like his dad wasn't patient with him. Despite being a perfectionist when it comes to himself, he's okay with his children not being perfect. He'd want to have two kids, but they'd have a big age gap.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's a morning person, so sorry if you're not one. Wakes up early, has a skincare routine, trains, and is a morning shower kind of guy. He makes sure he has a balanced breakfast because it's good for your health and is a good way to start the day.

He naturally wakes up early, so he's normally up before you. Will stay in bed for an extra five minutes if you beg in your morning voice. Is not immune to cuddling during the morning, losing track of time, and then being late to training.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He has a skin and hair care routine. He'd love it if you joined in and did your self-care routine with him. He likes the non-sexual intimacy and domestic aspect of it. It warms his heart. Please spoil him by combing his hair before bed.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I feel like he'd share bits and pieces as you guys get to know each other. When you're in a relationship he'll go more into detail about his past and tell you everything. He's an open book, especially when you've known each other for years.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Definitely more mellow after he got his ass handed to him. (thank you Chung Myung)

He wouldn't pick a fight with his partner. If his partner did something that upset him he'd rather calmly talk things out than immediately respond with aggression. He hates going to bed angry so he'll try to smooth things over as soon as possible.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He has a perfect memory when it comes to his partner. He remembers every preference, your quirks, and never forgets the plans you guys make. He remembers most of your conversations and all of your secrets, but no one could waterboard those secrets out of him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moments are when you reassure him that you still love him even when he feels ugly and imperfect. Smother his face in kisses and worship him when he feels like he isn't the best. Tell him that even if he isn't #1 he's still the #1 man in your heart.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

If you're a Mount Hua disciple, he's not too concerned about protecting you. He knows you're strong and can protect yourself. He'll still keep an eye out for you though just in case your opponent is stronger than you expected.

If you're not a disciple he'll try to teach you the basics in self-defense in case he isn't around to protect you. Besides that, he'll gladly be your knight in shining armor. He'll probably show off while defending you too.

Doesn't mind being protected, and he finds your strength really attractive! His ego might deflate though...

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He's a huge perfectionist, so he's a try-hard when it comes to dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc. If it's your anniversary or birthday he's got the whole day planned out. He comes up with the cutest date ideas too, and always makes sure it's something both of you would enjoy.

When it comes to gifts they're either going to be sentimental, homemade, a little pricey, or all three. He's observant so he always knows what you want.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can get a little obsessive over appearances and his reputation. He also freaks out when his plans go awry. He's the kind of guy that needs reassurance. Please give him a kiss and tell him everything will be okay.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I've already stated like twice that he cares a lot about his appearances. He has a skincare and hair care routine. Probably jealous of Chung Myung since he has naturally flawless skin. Before he came to Mount Hua he cared more about the clothes he wore. He'd wear fine, high-quality garments and kept up with trends. He doesn't care as much about fashion since he wears the same uniform every day.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes! If you left him he'd be at a new all-time low. He'd struggle really hard to bounce back. It'd make him depressed to the point where he'd care less about his self-care and training.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He loves it when you braid or play with his hair. If you comb your fingers through his hair while he lays on your chest he'll become putty in your hands.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

People who are mean to strangers or have bad manners give him the ick.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Unlike Chung Myung, he runs cold. He sleeps with multiple blankets and likes to cuddle while sleeping so he can share your body heat. Kind of random, but he likes to sleep with satin pillowcases. They help prevent split ends and frizz.

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Just a random short story I made, don’t know if I should finish it! Please tell me what you guys think.

TW: PTSD, break in, implied death/murder, idk what else !

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” My mother asks in her strong Latino accent, looking at me through the kitchen as I eat my breakfast.

“Yes mom, I’ll be fine.” I reassure her though I don’t know if I truly will be fine.

“Okay then, but if anything happens. Call me alright?”

“Yeah, yeah; I’ll call you.”

“I don’t need ese stupid niño viniendo acá a hacerte algo! / don’t need that stupid boy coming here and doing something to you!” She rolls her eyes at the thought as she walks towards the dining room where I am.

I would chuckle if it wouldn’t get me smacked in the head.

“I’ll be fine, okay?” I reassure her again, getting up from the dining table.

“Segura? / you sure?”

“Yes. Now go on, vas a llegar tarde. / you’re going to get there late.” I grab her work bag and shove her in her arms as I hurry her towards the door.

“Te amo hija, con cuidado! / I love you daughter, be careful!”

“You too. Love you.” I say before i close the door and watch her get inside the car by the window.

I sigh in relief. Wondering if she bought the fact I’m okay. I’m not.

My head hurts and eating breakfast almost made me throw up too many times, not because the food is bad— no never would I say that. The thing is I feel full, I feel like if I eat a little more it’ll throw up, I’ll explode.

So I walk towards my breakfast, barely eaten. I threw it out without hesitation, knowing I would have to throw away the trash later anyways.

My phone buzzes and I smile as I see my best friend, Layla, text me.

L>{’how r u feeling Evie?’}

I like knowing that Lay cares about me, but this ‘are you okay’ thing that’s been happening over and over again is tiring me.

Yes I’m okay!

>{better, thanks for checking in <3’}

L>{‘Of course!! I hope you can come to school quickly, it’s getting boring w/o u! :((‘}

>{‘maybe I’ll go next week. I’ll ask my mom, I miss you too bby! :/‘}

L>{‘okie! Text me what your mom tells you, love you!’}

>{‘Love you too!’}

I stare at our texts. Will my mom really let me come back to school? Especially after all that happened? Maybe not but let’s hope she does. For lay’s and mine’s sake and friendship especially.

I walk to my room, falling down on my bed with a groan.

“God, I’m not ready to go back to school. Especially if he’s there.” I whisper to myself.

I start to doze off, I focus on the things around me. My room was cold, not as cold as that night though. I can hear the sound of my AC like background music.

I feel myself start to dream…

It's my house. I can see the bright pink tulips In Front of the big living room window, and that awful pale yellow color of the outside walls that we all hated. I glanced around just to find a white void, as our house was the only one in the neighborhood.

I walk towards my door unwillingly , I can’t feel the ground as I walk though. As I walk I realize how numb I feel. My body feels robotic, like if someone else is controlling it.

I get to the front of my house, I open the glass door just to find the bigger one behind it, I open the wood door too. Everything is as it always was, when I walk in I can finally feel my feet again, I can feel the cold feeling of the ground then the soft feeling of the carpet of my living room.

I glance towards the back wall to see the big couch that —sadly for my younger sister, Kairy, covers the big glass window to see outside; way too big T.V. We got that doesn’t let anything else fit is there too.

My feet drag me towards the hallway, even though I can feel the ground and I probably could walk away, my body still feels controlled. I pass by my middle sister’s room, and then by my bathroom.

I know the hallway is a small one, I know that. But my acknowledgment of that doesn’t change the fact I feel the hallway to last almost forever, I can’t see the end of it.

I’m finally at the end of the hallway, there’s two doors at both of my sides. To my right, it’s my parents' room; and to my left is my own room.

I wish I would’ve chosen to walk on my free will while I was in the living room. I could’ve explored my kitchen, my back yard, but I didn’t so now my feet are dragging me inside. Though the rest of my house looks the same as before, even feels the same.

My bedroom is different, I can feel the rush of cold wind hit my face as I enter through my door. Even though my floor is carpet, I can't help but feel cold and hard. My bed is still on the bed, and I can almost feel my fuzzy old pink blankets I had. My plushies are all on my bed, I remember I had to sleep with all of them or throw them on the floor just to sleep. My mother hadn’t been able to get me some kind of shelf yet.

I feel my body tense when I hear the sound of a window breaking.

When my eyes focus again, and I gain my consciousness again I feel how cold my room has gotten. The sky outside my window is unusually dark too.

“Yo nerd. You here?”

The voice brings me unusual discomfort. I look at my parents room to run towards it.

In minutes I’m already there, locking myself since it’s the only room in the house with a lock on the door. I curse under my breath as I remember I didn’t get my phone, but there’s no time for that as I hear him sing outside, searching around the house.

It’s my favorite song:

‘Dog days are over.’

“ The dog days are over. The dog days are done. The horses are running.”

My breath hitches as I hide in my parents room. His voice gets somehow louder, even though it should get quieter. It’s like he’s singing right in my head.

His tone is sweet but I know his intentions aren’t.

“… so you better run.” He continues. He starts banging on my parents door, I’m glad I locked it.

“Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father.” He sings and it's making me sick.

“Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers. Leave all your love and belonging behind. You can’t carry it with you…”

“If you want to survive.”

I can hear the door get broken by something. I’m getting sick just by thinking of what he could do to me.

“The dog days are over. The dog's days are done. Can you hear the horses?”

I move closer to one side of my parent’s small closet hoping the clothes make it harder for him to find me.

“‘Cause they’re here for you.”

With that the closet door opens, and I can’t help but close my eyes.

“Little bitch, think you can hide from me? You have a big ego to think that.”

No. No, no, no, no. I’m hidden. He can’t find me. I’m not here.

My mind is spinning but before I can think properly I can feel him picking me up and throwing me to the ground where I fall next to a hatchet, I glance up to the door.

He broke through the door with a hatchet.

“You fucking bitch. Telling the principal about me? What? That I torment you? I’m going to show your ass torment.” He threatens me and I feel frozen.

My mind is screaming for me to run, to get up and run outside.

I can hear my mind but the fear I feel as I see him pick up the hatchet next to me is far enough to make me stay frozen.

He races the hatchet up with both of his hands and all I can think about is my sisters, my mother, my father, my friends.

I can still hear that voice in the back, telling me to run. To get up and run.

‘Run. Run. Fucking run! He’s going to kill you! Why did you tell the principal! You need to run now. Run. Run, run. Run!’

But I stay still as I close my eyes.

I gasp awake, sitting up in my bed.

“Holy shit.” I murmur.

Another nightmare

Again, please tell me what I can do to improve !!