#these cowards put him in his true form

[fernpetals]

The Night is Dark #1

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Yandere Constantine x Reader

Oh, the night is dark and full of terror. It is true indeed. But you do not need to fear, you darling little thing. You have John Constantine by your side.

John Constantine whom the evil fears just slightly, thinking twice before attacking him. The man, who refuses to put a tag into whatever you two share, yet. But he is the first one to ask if you have reached your place safely, and on rare occasions, he isn't the one dropping you. He is the man to fume if another man as much as smiles at you.

John Constantine whose dark eyes softens just a bit when he looks down at you. His hands reach out to his pocket a he fishes out a packet of nicotine instead of the cigarettes, and every time he looks at your eyes, proud and twinkling under the downtown LA street lights, his heart swells a little bit more.

There are words spreading about you at Midnite's. Hushed whispers, side-eyes. But for now, no one dares to mess with one who has returned from the grasp of the Devil himself.

it makes you a little sad every time Constantine refuses to acknowledge what you two share. Something electric, something pure...

Maybe pure from your end. Constantine is almost ashamed of the nasty thoughts he has about you. Almost because this feels so natural, and perhaps the only thing that feels right about this world. He loves the feeling of your skin pressed against his. On the nights when you are a bit too drunk (you get drunk so easily, it is hilarious for him, but as long as you are under his supervision), he loves the way your lips feel against his, you respond without any question about the true nature of your relationship. It is complicated. He can hold you close without the fear of questions.

Questions, questions, and so many questions.

You ask too much and understand too little.

Can't you see? The moment the wrong kind of people know what you mean to him, they will come after you? Can't you see, he is cursed, doomed to be alone all his life while he drags himself through his miserable existence, searching for a way to save his soul?

Of course, you don't see it. Why would you still want him otherwise?

He cannot bring himself to see that you love him for what he is—in the mirror, he sees a doomed man, but to you, he is the love of your life.

Constantine is a coward. That is why when you drunkenly profess your love to him, he simply scoffs and tucks you to bed like he cares like he loves you back. But in that moment, when he can barely hold back his tears, he does admit it. He loves you too much, for a time too little left.

He thinks you have no memory of the previous night, and acts typically like himself--- detached, unbothered, and the asshole that he is.

But the thing is, you remember everything.

And you confront him about last night---you remember how his lips felt, you remember his soft eyes when he professed his love to you---you remember feeling like you won in life.

But the morning, he denies that on your face

"Do not delude yourself. You were dreaming. I simply tucked you in, silly girl. What were you on? Drugs?"

His words sting you in ways you cannot describe

It is like the final thread breaking after many blows of denials and disappointments. The thread has been pulled many times, and just as you feel like you have reached the top, holding on to it, Constantine snaps it. And you tumble down. Hard.

He is straight-faced, but you like he is laughing at you, mocking you. You cannot listen anymore. you hear everything yet nothing registers in your mind. it's like his voice is a muffled background noise.

Something in you withers. You realize that you have been waiting at an abandoned station---there will be no train coming for you. Ever.

"I need to go home. Bye."

You are surprised at the stability of your voice, even though there is a yawning pit forming in your stomach, and it is sucking in everything good in you and every comfort, every ounce of confidence, even emotions.

"Hey, I spent my morning making breakfast for two---"

You are too focused to care. Too focused on your escalating heartbeat and moving toward the door. Fast.

Once out and sitting in the subway, you allow the realisation to sink that the final blow that has broken your heart was delivered this morning, by none other than the very man you have always anticipated to deliver it, to break your heart. What you did not anticipate is the gut-wrenching pain that comes with the realisation, the acknowledgement and acceptance.

Constantine and you have no future together.

And it is time to give up.

(Do not worry, there will be a part 2)

[dat-lil-shark]

Imagine the Decepticons getting defeated, and Starscream knew he couldn’t get away with all his crimes, so as the coward he was, he repainted himself, cut off his connections, and flawlessly blended into a vast military base with millions of other jets. The Autobots tried but couldn’t track him down anymore, and so they reluctantly returned for Cybertron and left him be, and Starscream thought he had scored a perfect victory.

However, soon he realized that he was the only Decepticon left on Earth, and despite being a powerful Decepticom, he still couldn’t take on an entire planet of humans without external supplies. Even if he could, he could still very much trigger the Autobots to come back to get rid of him. So he had no choice but to stay inside his disguise forever.

Years passed this way. Starscream was left a mere plaything to the humans, who were ignorant of his true identity. He had to live on Earth fuels, which left him severely malnutritioned and sick. And he felt himself slowly loosing his grip on his own identity. But he was too terrified to get out of his disguises, even for just a moment of freedom of his own body, due to his fears.

Even longer time passed. Starscream couldn’t really do anything anymore, other than scanning a new jet model to transform into every few decades, so his model wouldn’t stay out of date. And that was the only thing left that kept himself reminded that he was a Transformer, not just another normal jet, inside and out.

Eventually, even longer time passed, and Starscream’s health made him lose the ability to even transform for a new model again. He felt like his body was stuck into place, and if he force himself to transform, he might just tear his arms off.

As time passed more, Starscream began to lose his grasp on his identity completely. He began to slowly believe that all those years of wars, fighting for powers, Decepticons, Autobots, were nothing but a long and scary dream in the end. And he was nothing but a normal jet, inside and out.

And perhaps, one day, he would be put into museums, cause his current model was so out of dated it became historical. And perhaps one day, some other Cybertronians would return to Earth due to whatever reasons, and they would catch up on Starscream’s signals. They followed it, but all they could find in the end was this old jet in a museum who had shown no other sign of being alive. And if this Cybertronian trusted their device enough, they might actually bring Starscream back to Cybertron, for rescue or for research.

Back on Cybertron, some medics would attempt to fix up Starscream, but when they checked him, they would find out that his bot form face and other features were so corroded and rusted they were almost skeletons, and if he transformed, his body could just fall apart. His mind was also rusted away so badly that, if anyone attempted to use a psych link on him, they would hear no thoughts other than “turning left, 45 degrees”, as though he was indeed a real, normal jet, inside and out.

And perhaps some Autobots would still be alive by then. And if they were, even they might consider Starscream was punished enough.

[sunafc]

Don’t act like you care — ft. Gojo Satoru.

cw: nsfw, wc 4k, fem reader, college au, fwb, smut, a bit of angst but with a happy ending (i promise!), gojo is a coward.

You ponder if you’ve somehow angered the universe. That morning, as you were trying to study, your lovely upstairs neighbours decided it was a great idea to vacuum the whole place and move every single piece of forniture they owned. Then, when you thought you could have lunch, your kitchen stove just stopped working and you had to resolve to just warm up something in the microwave. Now you just got out of the shower, you think you can have a moment of peace and take care of your body — the doorbell rings. You groan as you put on a clean tshirt and rush to the door, your hair still drenched. You look through the peephole and, when you’re met with Gojo Satoru waiting on your doorstep, you’re sure you’ve somehow angered the universe.

You open the door, “What are you doing here?”

Gojo pretends not to hear you and enters the apartment. He eyes you up. He notices the way you shirt is getting dump because of your hair, the way it barely covers your underwear and how your legs are completely naked. He can’t help impure thoughts from forming in his mind and he’s sure you can see the carnal desire in his eyes. But he’s quick to cast those feelings away, he’s not here for that today. He walks past you and towards the bathroom. You hate the way he’s so aquainted to your flat. Moving in it as if it was his own.

You follow him, “Stop ignoring me, what are you doing here?”

“You’re getting the floor all wet, angel.” He says as he hands you your towel.

Seriously, you hate him and his stupid pet names. You snatch the towel from his offering hand, “Did I forget you were coming over?” You’re sure it’s not that, otherwise you would definitely remember, but there aren’t many other reasons why he should be in your apartment.

“I’m moving in here.”

You furrow your brows in confusion, “Are you trying to make a joke?” You let out a fake laugh and he just smiles at you.

“I’m not joking,” he says, “The other dorm is getting renovated and I got reassigned here.”

Now you wonder if in your past life you’ve been some kind of criminal, a really awful person, to deserve Gojo Satoru, of all people, to move in with you. You probably had worse roommates yeah, but at least they weren’t someone you’ve slept with. It had started exactly seven months earlier, you hooked up once and it just kept happening. And then, a few months in, you realized you’re not built for this type of relationship with no feelings, but you just couldn’t stay away from him— and even if you could, apparently the universe had something different planned for you.

You’re too tired to complain aloud, “Do what you have to do, you know which one is the empty room.”

As you dry your hair with the towel your tshirt lifts up, giving Gojo full view of your waist and panties. All his resolve to stop his lustful thoughts flies out the window.

He locks eyes with you, “You might want to start wearing pants around here now that you don’t live alone anymore.”

“Whatever,” you hold the eye contact as if it was some kind of challenge and you throw the towel over your shoulder, “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

He snickers, “That’s true,” he gets closer to you, “But I might think you’re trying to provoke me.”

He’s just a few inches away from you. He tucks your hair behind your ear and his fingers brush against your skin. You find yourself following his touch. He lays a hand on your lower back and leans in to kiss you. He urges your mouth open, wasting no time slipping his tongue in. You can’t focus on anything but his voraciousness. He bites your bottom lip and you moan in his mouth. He forces you back until you meet the wall — the towel that was on your shoulder is long forgotten on the floor. Gojo’s hands make their way in your wet hair. He lets you take a breath as he leaves a trace of sloppy wet kisses along your jaw and then your neck. His knee is now between your thighs, pressing on your clothed cunt. He sucks at the base of your neck, dead set on leaving a mark. His touch on you makes you lose your mind. You keep moaning and you slowly grind on his thigh, longing for the tiniest bit of friction.

“Trying so hard,” he whispers in your ear, “Should I help you?”

You nod sheepishly. He picks you up to lay you on the couch and crawls on top of you.

His fingers play with the edge of your underwear, “Can I?” He asks.

You kiss him, “Please.”

He slides your panties off, feels your ass up and caresses your inner thighs. He hasn’t done anything yet and you’re already a squirming mess under his touch.

“You’re so cute, Y/n.”

“Stop teasing me and start doing some—”

He takes your jaw in one hand and slips his thumb in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, “Patience, there’s no rush.”

Your drool starts dripping down from the corner of your mouth to his fingers.

“Lick it off.” He commands, slipping his thumb out but without letting go of your jaw.

You obey and clean the spit off of his fingers with your tongue, looking at him from under your lashes. When you’re done you take his thumb back inside your mouth and you suck on it. With his free hand Gojo traces meaningless shapes on your inner thigh.

He glides two fingers across your folds, “You’re so cute,” he says again, “Already so wet.”

Without warning he slips a finger in. You let out a moan and Gojo hums to himself. He inserts another finger in and starts thrusting them in and out roughly. The most delightful sounds escape from your lips.

The hand that was holding your jaw moves to cup your face, Gojo strokes your cheek making an even bigger mess with your drool, “That feels good mh?” He pulls you in for a kiss that quickly becomes desperate and filthy. His fingers keep entering your hole and his thumb plays with your clit, “Tell me, angel, let me know how good I make you feel.”

“So good!” You cry, lewd sounds fall from your lips, “F—fuck Toru—”

You sound so desperate, Gojo can feel his dick twitching in his boxers. You’re just so helpless and miserable, all at his mercy. He needs to see you breaking on his cock. He stops fingering you abruptly.

You gasp, suddenly feeling empty, “Wh—why?”

He licks his fingers clean, “It’s not time to come yet."

He takes off his clothes and, holding you by your waist, he positions you between his legs. His tip so close to your entrance. He slips in in a swift motion, gaining a squeal from you. He starts slow but he’s soon thrusting at a faster pace. Your eyes flutter shut.

“Look at me,” he holds your face with one hand, “Look at how good I’m fucking you.” He brings both his hands back to your sides, fingers pressing hard into your hip bones as he guides your body into his. He moves your leg over his shoulder to reach deeper into you. The way your cunt cleanches around him makes Gojo feel dizzy.

“Shit baby, so thight.”

Jolts of pleasure keep running through your whole body, “Toru.” You moan his name. Again and again. Your nails dig into the blanket on the sofa as he keeps hitting all the right spots. He’s thrusting deeper and faster every second, the room is filled by the slaps of your skin meeting and the sinful moans and whines you’re making.

“F—fuck Toru, slow down!” You shriek.

“Are you close? Feels so good you’re already cumming?” He drops his face down to yours, “C’mere,” and he kisses you. He sucks on your tongue and your cunt flutters. His teeth sink in your tongue, hard, and you gasp loudly as you come undone on his dick.

“Wh—what was that for?” You ask in between pants, still processing your orgasm.

He shrugs, now grinding into you slowly, “Wasn’t on purpose.”

You scoff, “Sure it wasn’t.”

He slides out of you gently. “Get on your knees.” He instructs staring vehemently into your eyes with his piercing blue ones. You feel like you could come again just for that. You oblige and open your mouth before he can ask you to.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He smiles satisfied. He holds your hair in a messy ponytail in his hand, he settles his cock on your warm tongue and lets out a low groan. “Go on, suck.”

You start by licking just the tip then, slowly, you take most of the lenght in. You work with your hands what you can’t fit in your mouth. You hear Gojo letting out deep sighs.

“Come on, angel, I know you can take it all.” He pushes your head softly towards his pelvis, “Fuck.” He throws his head back.

Motivated by the indecent sounds coming from him, you continue bobbing your head up and down. Your eyes are watering and saliva is falling from your mouth to the floor. The sight of you makes his dick twitch in your mouth — and you moan at that.

He tightens the grip on your hair and starts fucking your throat himself, “Fuck, fuck Y/n, so good for me.” He sets a faster pace and he can feel his tip hitting the back of your throat now and then, “G-god, I’m gonna come soon.” He thrust insistenly into your mouth a few more times before releasing inside with a deep whine, “I want you to swallow it.”

You obey as you sit on the floor, burned out. Gojo sits next to you and massages your throat gently, “You did good.” He says that softly. He wipes the drool off of your face and kisses your forehead.

“I’m gonna need another shower now.” You say.

“Let’s go, I’ll help you.”

He walks towards the bathroom and you follow him.

“Your hair is a mess.” He says after shutting the door behind you.

“Gosh, I wonder why...” You say with a sneer.

He holds the brush in his hand, “Come on.” He gestures you to sit on the toilet.

He brushes your hair delicately, when he’s done he puts it in a ponytail and leaves a few kisses on your shoulder, “Shower time.”

He waits for the water to get hot before letting you inside the shower box. He’s careful not to get your hair wet again and, when he rubs you with the sponge, he tries his best to not to hurt your sore spots. You can’t help but think about how he probably does this to all his other hook ups too. You feel a sharp pain in your chest and, suddenly, his touch on your bare skin is something unbearable.

You grab the sponge, “I know how to wash myself—”

“I don’t mind.” He interrupts you, gently taking the sponge back from your hands.

A moment he’s pounding into you without a care in the world, the moment after he’s handling you tenderly as if you were made of porcelain and a look could break you. You could not stand him — or that was what you wanted to believe. You cover your face with your hands and sigh loudly, you had no idea how you were going to survive living with him.

—

The day after, you think maybe the universe decided you’ve been punished enough. No annoying noises from your neighbors, your kitchen has been fixed, just Gojo Satoru roaming around your apartment — but you’re set on spending most of your time outside so that you don’t have to see him. That’s why now you’re sitting at the campus cafè with your friend.

“Wow, sucks to be you.” Shoko says teasing you, when you tell her the news.

“This is serious!” You whine as you stir your drink with the straw, “I promised myself I would not sleep with him anymore.”

“Then don’t.” She takes a hit from her cigarette. When she catches you avoiding eye contact, her lips part as she connects the dots in her head, “Oh my god, Y/n! You already had sex again!”

You cover your face in embarassment, “Don’t say a word.”

She laughs, “I can’t believe you.”

“I really don’t know what to do.” You admit and take a sip of your drink, “I don’t think I can do it, seeing him everyday.” And then it hits you, “Oh god,” your eyes widen, “What am I gonna do when he brings his other hook ups over? Shoko I’m going to cry.”

“I could beat him up, if you want.”

“I’m gonna go live in the streets.”

She offers you a kind smile, “Don’t be silly now,” she puts out her cigarette, “There’s a party tonight, wanna go? Might help you get distracted a bit.”

You think about it a few seconds before agreeing. You kinda regret it when you get there, thinking maybe it would’ve been better to stay home. Watching a sad romcom, alone in your bedroom, with a glass of wine... it wasn’t such a bad idea. But you’re here now, might as well try to have some fun.

The party is nothing special, the music is too loud, you can only smell alchol and smoke and it takes you two minutes to lose Shoko in the big crowd.

“Great.” You mutter under your breath.

You look for the kitchen, opting to start by drinking something. You pour yourself a glass of the first bottle at hand, in the less sticky cup you can find.

“That kinda sucks, try this.” A voice whispers in your hear from behind you, handing you a cup with another drink inside. A voice you could easily recognize everywhere. And again, you’re certain the universe must really hate you.

You turn around. Gojo is towering over you. He’s wearing a very simple outfit, yet you can’t help but think he looks fucking good.

He takes in your figure and runs the hem of your skirt between his fingers, grazing your bare thigh, “That’s pretty.”

You ignore the butterflies in your stomach and you ponder of a way to get out of this situation. You could spill your drink on yourself “by mistake” so that you’d have to leave, or to say you need to find Shoko— or anyone else, really. You push his cup away, “I don’t accept drinks from guys at parties.” You say that with a tone a little too harsh.

“I would never do that, Y/n.” He says with a pout on his face.

Your heart breaks a little, you were just joking and you knew he wasn’t that kind of person. You were angry at him when it wasn’t even his fault, you knew what you were signing up for when you decided to continue sleeping with him.

“I know,” you mumble and grab the cup, “Let me try, then.”

He smiles pleased with himself. You wanted to tell him it was disgusting and that he had horrible taste. Actually, it tasted nice, not too sweet but not bitter at all: just like you liked it. “It’s okay.” You say.

“Stop lying, you can have it, I know you like it.”

You roll your eyes. You fidget with the edge of the cup, not sure what to talk about.

“Say, pretty girl—”

Gojo’s words are interrupted by some random guy greeting you.

Gojo watches as you chat with the boy, who apparently shared classes with you. He watches as you put on your customer service voice, as you answer the guy's questions just out of kindness. It’s obvious you’re not into him, Gojo wonders how oblivious could one be. He is not sure why his chest aches when he sees you smile at the boy, why he feels anger when that guy’s hand falls on your arm and why he feels nauseous when you don’t move away from his strokes.

“Me and my friends are playing beer pong,” the boy tells you, “Want to join us?”

Gojo glares at the guy, seriously thinking what his problem could be... did he not notice you were talking with him first?

“Man, get a damn clue,” Gojo says before you can even open your mouth. He grabs your wrist, “We’re kind of busy.”

You look at him with a confused look on your face, you pull your arm from his grip then turn to the other boy, “Maybe another time...”

Gojo feels satisfied with your answer.

You wave him goodbye. You turn to Gojo, vexed, “What was that?”

“What?” He asks with faux innocence.

“What if I wanted to go—”

He picks you up and sits you on the counter, a hand on your thigh creeping up your skirt and the other steady on your waist. His face way too close to yours.

“You didn’t.” He says with a smug smile.

You stop his hand on your thigh from going too far up, “I was saying,” you avoid his gaze trying your best to ignore the way you’re feeling hotter by the second, “If you wanted me to stay just say so, no need to make a scene.”

Gojo feels a little offended by that, he was not making a scene. You two were talking and that guy stopped you, it was only natural for him to react like that... right?

He traces faint circles on your inner thigh with his thumb, “We were talking.” He kisses the corner of your lips.

You huff, “What are you, five? He just asked.”

He kisses your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.

You tilt your head the to the side to give him more space, “You didn't have to answer for me.”

He gives you a hickey, “Mhm,” and another one.

You want to fight but you keep getting hornier with every little touch. You grab his hair by the nape and pull it a little to move his head, getting a moan in return from him.

“You’re not even listening to me.” You whine.

“I am,” he says cupping your cheek with one hand, “I know it wasn’t my place to answer.”

You cross your arms, “And?”

He leans in, “And, I really need to fuck you now, angel.” He says in your ear with a raspy voice.

Your eyes widen, your face flushes, “And, you should apologize!”

Gojo knows you’re right, of course you are. He should apologize. Despite that, he’s not sorry. He got what he wanted, he got you to stay. And right now, he needs to hear you scream his name, he needs to be sure you don’t forget he’s the only one who can make you feel good.

He cups your face and kisses you, he mumbles a quick “sorry” as he moves his lips on yours.

Your hands instictively go in his hair, “Are you?—ah”

He bites your bottom lip, “I am so sorry, baby.”

You’re not sure if he’s still talking about what happened before or if he’s apologizing for the bite. Either way, you kind of don’t really care anymore.

The kiss gets messy quickly as always, his tongue in your mouth, saliva smearing all over your chins, your hands tugging his hair, his hands roaming your body.

When he stops to catch a break a string of spit keeps you two connected. You’re a panting mess and you feel yourself getting wet.

“Toru.” You whimper.

“I know angel, let’s go.” He lets you off the counter and holds your hand as he makes you follow him through the people.

You text shoko in a hurry, you ask her if she’s alright and you tell her to not wait for you when she decides to leave.

When you look up from your phone you’re in a storage room and Gojo is closing the door behind him.

“Satoru what’s this?”

He wastes no time as he’s already on you again, with his arms around your waist, “Sorry, but the bedrooms were occupied.”

You put a hand on his chest, keeping him at a distance, “We could always go home, no?”

“I need you, now.”

And you let him have you. You let him unzip your skirt and slide it off along with your underwear. You let him suck on your neck leaving all kind of marks and wet kisses behind.

“You smell great.” He says breathing against your skin. He kisses you like he’s craving you, shoving his tongue in your mouth as he slips finger after finger in your cunt. You gasp and whimper inside the kiss.

“Be louder, all your little sounds are heavenly to me.” He says continuing to slip his fingers in and out of you.

He lowers himself, knees on the ground. He positions his head between your legs and while continuing to finger you, he starts licking your folds.

You shake in pleasure when he sucks on your clit. Your hands find their way in his white locks and you push his head further forward your cunt, “I’m close, Toru.”

He’s working his tongue against you and moaning every time you push his face closer. He switches his fingers with his tongue and his hands grip tightly around your thighs.

Your hips stutter with every movement of his tongue, you grind down on his face, “Don’t stop.”

He sucks harshly on your clit a few more times until you’re nothing but a spasming mess in his mouth and the only word coming from you is his name.

He licks at your juices, savoring you, “Taste so good, baby.”

“Toru,” you pant, “I want you.”

He doesn’t wait for you to tell him twice, in a second he stuffs you with his cock, “Still so tight, my angel.”

You’re leaning with your shoulder on a rack while Gojo holds you still by your hips as he stretches you out with his length. You dig your nails in his back, adjusting to the feeling. He snaps his hips forward one time, burying himself inside you, before starting to fuck into you mercilessly.

“Feels good?”

“Y—yeah.” You say looking at him through half lidded eyes.

His grip on your hips tightens, “Yeah? I’m making you feel good mh?”

“The best— ah,” you pull him closer and rest your forehead on his chest, “You’re always the best Toru.”

That sends blood straight to his dick that twitches in you, “That’s right, baby,” he cups your face with one hand and makes you look at him, “I’m the best for you.”

He passes a thumb over your bottom lip, “Stick out your tongue.”

You don’t know if it’s the way he’s fucking you greedily, or holding you tight like you could slip through his fingers at any moment— or maybe it’s the half cup of alcohol you drank earlier, but you feel intoxicated and you’re having trouble forming even a single comprehensible thought.

You comply with his request, having no strenght to ask why or refuse, but what he does next seems to clear your mind all at once. He holds your jaw still and spits in your mouth.

Your pussy flutters, you shake in pleasure and come again. Every word you can think of dies in the back of your throat and your eyes are wide open, Gojo even stops thrusting into you for a second before starting again slowly. Neither of you says anything for the next few seconds.

You can feel his spit starting to slide off of your tongue and you close your mouth.

“W—wait!” Gojo says trying to stop you.

But it’s too late. You’ve already swallowed it.

Gojo lets out the most sinful sound you ever heard as he comes inside you. He groans and lets his head fall on your shoulder, “You really drive me insane, angel.”

You’re panting, feeling dizzy after what happened just now. You think it’s the perfect moment to end whatever it is you have going on, “Toru...”

He pulls out of you gently careful not to hurt you, “Let’s get you home, I’ll help you wash.”

He gets dressed, he gathers your clothes and helps you put them on.

“Toru.” You say more firmly.

“It’s okay,” he picks you up with a grin on his face, “You don’t even need to walk.”

You squirm in his arms, “Gojo. Let me down, please.”

He frowns, “Gojo?” He puts you down, “Should be Toru to you.”

Why does he look so hurt? Why is he making this so difficult?

“There’s—” your voice cracks, you clear your throat, “I can’t do this.”

Gojo cups your face and looks at you worried, “What’s wrong?”

Tears start forming in your eyes.

“Oh no, baby, no no,” he wipes them off, “Hey, Y/n talk to me. Please.”

You move his hands away, “Don’t— don’t act like you care.”

You can see it in his eyes, his heart just broke in two. But yours is in a million pieces. You can’t look him in the eyes. You need to end it now, but you can’t. Not when he looks at you that way. Not when he wipes your tears so gently. Not when he calls you baby with his voice laced with honey. You have to get away. You grab the handle of the door.

Gojo puts a hand on yours to stop you, “I do care.”

You crouch to the ground, back facing the door. You’re a sobbing mess now.

“Y/n, please, tell me what’s going on.” He says, sitting down in front of you.

You take a deep breath, “I can’t do this anymore,” you can’t hold eye contact with him, “Is this still just casual sex to you?”

You start talking again, “Calling me baby, your angel, you hold me like I could break... like you’re scared to lose me,” words just keep falling from your mouth, “You never leave without giving me aftercare,” you remember what happened earlier in the kitchen and laugh hysterically, “God, you’re even jealous of me!”

Gojo blinks a few times but before he can say anything you’re talking again, “I have feelings for you, Toru.”

He wipes your tears again, “Seems like you’re way braver than me,” he sighs, “You are my angel, Y/n,” he hates being the reason why you’re crying right now, he kisses your forehead “It stopped being casual sex like a month in,” he admits and kisses your cheek, “I’ve been fucking only you. No one else.”

You can’t stop your tears from running down your cheeks.

Gojo pats your head and covers you in chaste kisses, “I have feelings for you too.” He gives you one last sweet peck on your lips, “And, I was not jealous.”

“You so were.” You say in between sobs.

He laughs, “You have time to tease me even when you’re crying?”

“Of course.”

He kisses you again before getting up, he extends a hand to you and helps you up.

“Let’s go home, baby.” He says before exiting the storage room with you.

Now you think that maybe you just got the universe wrong. Maybe the universe wasn’t punishing you, maybe it was helping you.

[larluce]

Merlin as Arthur's familiar/Arthur's shapeshifter falcon AU

@dsabian , @theplatanitosqueal , @stressed-but-chill , @gregre369 , @chaosofbelievers , @thelordofabsolutelynothing , @another-tblr-fangirl , @aceauthorcatqueen , @smileytrinity

LINK TO THE OTHER PARTS: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 (You're here) , PART 8

Arthur and Merlin caring for the chicks that are now a week old and twice the size they were the day they were born.

Arthur: How do they grow so fast? They barely fit in the nest now.

Chick 3: (leaves the nest)

Arthur: No! Go back to the nest, you… uh… Who was this? The ink erased.

Merlin:  It's 3! 😠 How come you still can't recognize them?

Arthur: (as he grabs 3 and returns him to the nest) Merlin, they are identical.

Merlin: They're not! 😠

Arthur: Well, I guess it would help not to think of them as numbers. What if we give them real names now?

Merlin: (surprised) Really?

Arthur: They're our chicks, aren't they? We can name them if we want.

Merlin: (excited) Yeah, it's true! 😃 But I'll do it. You're terrible at giving names.

Arthur: Go ahead.

Merlin: (brings his hand closer to the chicks, thoughtful) hmmm…

Chicks: (they cower in place and chirp in fear)

Chick 1: (stands in front of his siblings, protective)

Merlin: This one is very protective of his siblings. He was also the first to be born. I name you... Guardian 😊.

Arthur: That's a good name.

Chick 3: (leaves the nest again and walks to the edge of the window)

Merlin: (he grabs him to return him to the nest, while 3 chirps in protest) This one wants to fly before he's even old enough to do it. Restless and fast…. Like a Blizzard! 😃

Arthur: Blizzard it is then.

Chick 4: (pecks Merlin's hand to make him let go of his brother)

Arthur: Hey, don't hurt your father. 😠

Merlin: It's okay, they're not used to my human form yet. Their little heads still don't understand that I'm also the hawk that feeds them. (He releases Blizzard in the nest and 4 stops pecking him) He has the guts to confront me, but he stopped doing it as soon as I let go of his brother. He fights, but he is not reckless. You will be... Brave 😊.

Arthur: Just two more left.

Merlin: (looking at chick 2) You're the only female. You will be beautiful and tender. Like the rain.

Arthur: (confused) What's beautiful and tender about rain?

Merlin: The sound it makes when the drops fall is tender and it is a beautiful phenomenon that gives water to plants.

Arthur: Uh… I guess. Rain it is.

Chick 5: (hiding behind all his siblings and shaking)

Merlin: This one is too wimpy. I name you... Coward.

Arthur: (very offended) You're not naming our son Coward! 😠

Merlin: Why not?

Arthur: That's an insult! Do you want the other birds to make fun of him?

Merlin: The other birds don't have names, Arthur. 😒

Arthur: All the more reason! How would you feel if I had named you Coward?

Merlin: It would have been more creative than Merlin.

Arthur: Besides, the fact that he is more shy than his siblings doesn't make him a coward. He's just more… cautious? No, wary! We'll name him Wary.

Merlin: Oh… It doesn't sound bad.

Arthur:  So… (points to each one) Guardian, Rain, Blizzard, Brave and Wary.

Merlin: No, that is Guardian and that is Brave.

Arthur: I got three out of five, I'm getting better.

Merlin: (he rolls his eyes, but then smiles, looking at the nest tenderly) Our chicks.

Time skip. Arthur and Merlin chasing the 2 week old chicks that are chirping loudly and running around the room.

Arthur: (With Rain in one hand and chasing Brave) Brave, come back here! 😠

Merlin: (Grabs Guardian with one hand) I told you not to leave the nest so close to the ground.

Arthur: That unstable thing was going to fall out the window at any moment with how fast they grow!

Merlin: Then you should have put it on top of the wardrobe!

Arthur: That's still too high!

Merlin: That's the point!

Arthur: Stop fighting and find Blizzard, that's the sneaky one. (He catches Brave with his free hand) Got you! Little winged demons, why can't you be like Wary?

Wary: (chirps from the nest, the only one who stayed there)

Merlin: Blizzard! Blizzard! (He searches and doesn't find him) Where is he?

Arthur: Blizzard! (He starts searching too) I'm supposed to be getting ready for the dance. If I don't come down soon my father is going to come any momen-

Merlin: (stops searching and looks at Arthur with a frown) Dance? what dance?

Arthur: (realizing his poor choice of words) Feast! I meant feast. My father organized a feast for my birthday. (Turns around) Blizzard?

Merlin: (stands in front of Arthur) And who is going to that feast? 😑

Arthur: You know, my father, Morgana… some noble men and women. (Turns again) Blizzard?

Merlin: (stands in front of Arthur again) And what do you do there? 😑

Arthur: Just talk and chat-

Merlin: And dance! 😠 You're going to go dancing with a female weeks after starting our nest!

Arthur: It's not a flying dance. It's a different kind of dance. It doesn't mean anything.

Merlin: Then don't go!

Arthur: I can't not go! It is the celebration of the prince's birthday. Everyone expects me to be there. It's an important event.

Merlin: You said it didn't mean anything! 😡

Guardian: (chirps in pain)

Arthur: Merlin, you're holding Guardian too tight, put him down.

Merlin: (raises his voice, furious) Exactly! You should be ashamed. (He brings Guardian close to his chest and caresses him with tears in his eyes) While I'm going to be here taking care of our chicks 🥺, you're going to go dance with someone else! 😡

Arthur: (raises his voice too) It's not that kind of dance! 😡

Rain and Brave: (chirp crying in Arthur's arms) 🥺😭

Guardian: (chirps crying in Merlin's arms) 🥺😭

Wary: (chirps crying and leaves the nest to go with Merlin and Arthur) 🥺😭

Blizzard: (comes out from under the bed chirp crying and goes to Merlin and Arthur) 🥺😭

Merlin: (calms down, picks up Blizzard and Wary and comforts them along with Guardian) Shh, Shh, don't cry. Don't worry, even if your dad leaves us, I will take care of you. We will find another nest.

Arthur: Don't tell them that! (hugging Rain and Brave, also comforting them) No, I'm not going to leave you, don't cry.

Uther: (from outside, enraged) Arthur!

Merlin: (changes into bird form quickly)

Arthur: Shit! (Tries to pick up the other chicks to hide them)

Uther: (opens the door wide abruptly) May I know why you aren’t letting the servants enter to get you ready for… (shocked to see his son carrying two white birds and to see Merlin falcon with 3 others white birds on the floor)

Chicks: (chirp crying louder) 😭😭

Arthur: Uh… Hello, father 😅. Ahm… Did I mention that Merlin had chicks?

Uther: I thought he was male 🤨

Arthur: He is, but uh… he adopted these chicks.

Merlin: (chirps)

Arthur: (corrects himself)  WE adopted them.

Servant: (enters and bows) Sire, the guests have arrived.

Uther: (swallowing the urge to scold his son) We'll talk about this later. Now I want you in the ballroom in 5 minutes.

Arthur: But-

Uther: 5 minutes I said! I don't care how, but you'll arrive there in 5 minutes. Not a second more. Do I make myself clear?

Arthur: (lowers his head) Yes, father.

Uther: (leaves)

Servants: (come in to dress Arthur)

Merlin: (starts flying around them and pecking at them)

Arthur: Merlin, stop it. I have to go.

Merlin: (lands on a servant's head and chirps, looking at him enraged) 😡

Servant: Uh… sire? 😰

Arthur: I'll handle this. (He puts the chicks aside and addresses Merlin in a sweet calm voice) Merlin, come down from there and I promise I won't dance with anyone at the feast, alright?

Merlin: (shakes his head and chirps)

Arthur: Oh, come on! 😠 What do you want me to do? Take you with me?

Time skip. In the ballroom.

Spokesman: (raising his voice) Attention, ladies and gentlemen, greet the Prince of Camelot.

Arthur: (arrives at the ballroom with Merlin on his shoulder and carrying the nest with his chicks on a cushion in his hands)

Uther: …

Servants: …

Morgana: (holding back the urge to laugh)

Guests: (mumble)

Spokesman: Uh… (raises voice again) The Prince of Camelot and his birds!

Merlin: (chirps in protest)

Arthur: (whispers to the spokesman) Merlins.

Spokesman: Excuse me, sire?

Arthur: They're merlins.

Spokesman: Oh, forgive me, Sire (bows and steps aside to let him pass)

Arthur: (doesn't move)

Spokesman: Sire?

Arthur: I'm waiting.

Spokesman: (confused) For what, sire?

Arthur: For you to correct it.

Spokesman: Oh, right. (He raises his voice again) The Prince of Camelot and his merlins!

Merlin: (nods, satisfied)

Arthur: (walks to the main table and takes his place in the seat of honor, which is next to his father's and Morgana's seat)

Morgana: (smirking mischievously) Oh, this is going to be gold.

...

[eunseoksimp]

Hilarious ; Jung Sungchan

hi anon, i accidentally deleted the request when i was trying to write this up, but i hope this was what you wanted :) i chose that’s hilarious because i thought it would kind of suit sungchan.

Pairings: Ex boyfriend!Sungchan x Fem!Reader

Genre: angst, songfic

Description: sungchan being the asshole ex who doesn’t realise what he’s lost until it’s gone.

Warnings: swearing

based off of the song hilarious by charlie puth.

.   ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ.   ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ.   ݁ ˖ ࣪ .

‘it’s been a while.’

winter had fast approached, the once vibrant leaves transforming to a dull brown, muddied and trampled on by passers-by.

it served as a form of metaphor for your life, something that used to be so vivacious, exciting, had become mundane, losing it’s colour.

the reason for this change stood in front of you, nervously twiddling with the ring on his finger. the one you had given him for your one year anniversary.

‘what do you want sungchan?’ your voice is cold, distant, devoid of any sort of emotion. how else were you supposed to feel when your ex shows up after your shift, begging to talk to you.

‘i-i,’ you can tell he has something he wants to say, but seems to have trouble getting the words out. his eyebrows were furrowed, and his lips would part for a couple of seconds, like he was going to talk, before they were shut again.

‘if you don’t have anything useful to say i’m going,’ you’re ready for this interaction to be over, scooting your chair back, the sound of the chair scraping on the wooden floor producing a shrill sound.

you wince, but nonetheless you’re on your feet, wanting so badly to just walk away, but his hands wrap around your wrist, pulling you back.

‘i’ve missed you. a lot,’ his voice is quiet, and he’s looking down at this lap, but his hold is still firm on you.

your skin burns underneath his touch, but it’s nothing on the fire burning in your chest at his words.

it was ridiculous, downright hilarious, to hear those words coming from jung sungchan, of all people.

scoffing, your eyes bore into the side of his face, daring him to stop being a coward and face you.

‘are you fucking kidding me?’ your tone is sharp, and he grimaces at how harsh it is, his lips forming a straight line.

‘is this some kind of joke or something? are you bored? is that why you’ve decided to come and ruin my day?’

‘it’s not a joke, it’s true. you always told me to express how i felt, and i’m trying to do that.’

you laugh, head thrown back, shoulders shaking as he watches you with confusion. there was no way this was your life.

‘you used me, for almost two years. you cast me aside, left me an insecure mess. you made me feel like a placeholder, someone who was only meant to be there to patch the wound left in your heart by that girl. and as soon as she decided she wanted you back, you didn’t even think twice about breaking up with me, on my fucking birthday by the way,’ your frustration had built up inside of you, and begin to spill out, chest heaving, breath laboured, as you struggled to contain all of your anger.

‘you ruined me sungchan. you lied to me, snuck behind my back to see her, called her all those times late at night. you didn’t have the common decency to express your feelings and tell me that you still liked your ex and now you want to talk about expressing how you fucking feel,’ your finger jabs his toned chest, accusatory tone pairing with the way your eyes narrow at him.

‘i was going through things, you know this. we were together for five years, it’s not easy to let go of someone that quickly,’ his weak attempts of defending himself, of putting himself in the seat of victimhood only made you irate.

‘then why did you ask me to be your girlfriend in the first place?’ why did you string me along for almost two whole years when you- when you knew,’ hot tears spill down your cheeks, and you hope he doesn’t think you’re crying because you’re sad.

you’ve passed that stage now, bitterness and disbelief the only remaining feelings you have for him.

‘i know i wasn’t the best boyfriend, but i want to try again. please, tell me there’s a part of you that still loves me,’ you can see that his eyes are glossy, but you find his desperation vile, swallowing to contain the bile that threatens to rise to your throat.

he didn’t love you when he had you, he was indifferent and negligent in your relationship, and you recall the many nights you would lay awake, staring at your ceiling as you wondered what could possibly be making him act like that.

you used to be confident, proud and bold in your self identity, but it slowly dwindled over the 16 months you were together and left you in a pitiful state.

you were just a replacement for his ex-girlfriend, someone to while away the time whilst he waited for the true love of his life to return to him.

he had wasted your time, stringing you along like a fool, attempting to kiss away your concerns, using flowers and gifts to distract you from how he truly felt.

it wasn’t an easy journey, trying to build yourself back up, and there were many days where you felt like you regressed, unhappy with the reflection that stared back at you in the mirror.

now suddenly jung sungchan had experienced a change of heart, realising the value of what he had lost, desperately seeking your attention and expressing his intentions of rekindling the relationship.

what a joke.

‘yes, because it’s so easy to erase all of the pain and trauma you caused me sungchan,’ your voice is laced with sarcasm, highlighting the absurdity of the situation from your perspective.

‘but-‘

‘you’re evil sungchan. the devils incarnate actually for how you have and continue to treat me. you think i don’t know that minjeong mysteriously got a new boyfriend last week,’ you cut him off, finally freeing yourself from his grasp.

‘i wish i had never met someone like you. who knows, i could have found a good man by now,’ you’re gathering your things, no longer even capable of being in his presence without seeing red.

‘is this it? are you really done with me?’ he asks, doe eyes peering at your own, long lashes fluttering with every blink. maybe if he wasn’t such an awful person, you would be able to appreciate his beauty.

‘i was done with you that night you left me for her,’ and without another word you turn on your heel, heading for the exit, without so much as a glance back in his direction.

the cold air nipped at your skin, a small cloud surrounding you as you let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding in.

as you cut through the car park, spotting you car easily in the deserted lot, you let out another chuckle, unable to properly process the pain and frustration of having given so much of yourself to someone who didn’t value it at the time.

‘lesson learnt. don’t give your heart to someone who’s still got a broken one.’

[megamindsecretlair]

Hey, what happens in the incubus Tyrone Fic? Does the reader ever find out what Tyrone is? Why does Tyrone want the reader to carry his child? Is it just list or is it part of a bigger plan?

A/N: I got two asks about this. Could be from the same one, but I'm combining them. Except for reader trying to escape. Sorry, but we fuck monsters here 👏🏽👏🏽 also, reader does see Tyrone's true form in part 1 and kept fucking him 😈 she's on board 😌

Pour Into Me, Part 2

Pairing: Incubus!Tyrone x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH! PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, breeding kink, possession kink, all consensual. Pet names. AU Tyrone. Non-inclusive language.

Summary: Every night, you dream of the same man. A perfect man who makes all of your dirty fantasies come true. Upon receiving some news, you decide to go to him for answers and end up with a beautiful surprise.

Word Count: 4,075k

Part 1

A/N: Ya'll sicka me yet? LOL. Whew, this has also been sitting forever, please forgive me! Hopefully this was worth the hype because it sure tickled my brain. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios!

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You stared at the positive pregnancy test with a mixture of shock, fear, and happiness. All of it roiled in your gut as you stared at those tiny lines indicating that you were, indeed, pregnant. Sure you thought of it constantly and you fucked your dream man enough times that it was a possibility, but you didn’t actually think it was possible.

After Tyrone began visiting you and you went through test after test, you didn’t think about the consequences of bringing new life into the world. You found your perfect man and you wanted to keep a piece of him. A crumb. A string to tie you to him so that if you ever lost him, you’d have something to prove he existed.

It was a childish, silly notion, but it was yours. No man on Earth would compare to Tyrone but after last night, you were apprehensive about going to sleep tonight. You were drowsy all day. Forgetting words and names. Your eyes drooped to the point that if you closed them, you weren’t going to wake up again any time soon. 

In the heat of the moment, you saw his true, bestial form and you weren’t afraid. After all, you had already given your body to him. You had already opened your legs for him and welcomed him home night after night. Hell, you hoped and prayed for this baby and let him finish inside you. You let his seed take root to grow this precious life.

Could you face it without the cloud of desire? Could you look at the pretty wrapping after seeing what he really looked like underneath? 

You would not call yourself a coward. In fact, you were a little spontaneous. A little like a daredevil as you chased the fastest and most freeing feeling. The rush of danger and wind on your brown cheeks. But you glanced at your bed with a bit of fear creeping in.

You weren’t afraid of Tyrone…maybe a little. But he had ample opportunity to kill you, if that was his goal. If you were going to keep this…baby/thing/dream child then you needed answers. You needed to know what you were signing yourself up for.

You turned the bathroom light off, yawning for the hundredth time that day. You approached the bed and climbed onto the soft cotton sheets. Sleep beckoned you instantly, pulling you deeper and deeper into dreamland.

There was no beach to greet you this time. There was no bed of clouds or mountaintop or any other previously wonderful sight that Tyrone took you to in your dreams. This time, you were standing in a villa.

Standing on a balcony, overlooking a sea of wild, dark waves crashing against a black, sandy shore. The sky overhead was nearly black with heavy clouds and the taste of rain on the air. Mist drifted softly from the clouds but nothing substantial enough to ruin your hair or outfit.

You wore the same lavender pajamas you wore to bed, bare feet on the cold hard tile beneath you. This place seemed empty. Bereft. Pillars stood behind you as you twirled to take in your surroundings.

You gasped softly as your eyes landed on Tyrone. He stood next to one of the pillars, half in view as he watched you. Gone were the ethereal outfits of white. He wore charcoal gray, loose-fitting pants and long-sleeved T-shirt that hung slightly off of his body.

His real form had red eyes, sharp teeth that slightly poked from his mouth, and wilder hair than before. He could almost pass for human but there was too much otherness about him that gave you the illusion of a werewolf more than a humanoid being. 

“It’s alright,” you said.

He stepped away from the pillar and approached you as if you were the one he needed to be wary of in this scenario. Like you could have any affect on him. 

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he said.

You bit your lip and played with your fingers, twisting them in your grip to keep you tethered to any tendril of normalcy. It was perfectly normal to talk to this man outside of some grand villa with arched windows and stone work at the bottom. 

“I didn’t think so either. But, I should probably tell you..”

“You’re pregnant?” He jumped in, a burst of joy etching across his face before he schooled it once more into wariness. His eyebrows furrowed, his smile dropping away. 

“Guess you would know that,” you said with a small smile.

You expected to feel repulsion or perhaps more fear once you actually got in front of him. All you could think about was how happy he made you the past few weeks. Not only from the sex, but from your many talks. You shared things with him that no other living person knew. 

That was what you missed the most. You missed talking to him. Snuggling up to him. You just missed him. And the longer he stayed there, watching you like a stranger, the more that elusive fear did hit you. But it was a fear that you’d never hold him in your arms again. Fear that you’d never get to feel him inside of you.

“It’s safe to say that you owe me some answers,” you said. 

“Will you walk with me?” He asked. He made no move to get closer or touch you. You wished he would. That he would close this gap between you. Your heart seized in your chest. He was happy about the child, but was he happy about you? Or was his goal only the child? Would he snatch it from your stomach and run away to do who knew what with it?

You’d never know if you didn’t take him up on his offer. So you nodded. He nodded in agreement as well and walked back into the villa. He held the door open for you and you walked inside. 

It was like a museum of weaponry. The walls were painted a deep, blood orange red and on it were weapons of all kinds. Staffs, knives, daggers, swords. There was some art mixed in but it was more like splotches of color than anything resembling art in the real world. 

He didn’t say anything as he led you deeper inside, passing by training rooms and open bedrooms. So many, many bedrooms. Some were occupied with beings that sort of looked like him if you squinted. The same species? 

Questions swirled in your head. He led you down a set of stairs and then towards the back of the house. He led you to one of the many rooms. This one was closed off, dust swirling through the air with the bit of light that did reach the room.

You opened your mouth to ask something but he put his finger to his lips. The room was small, like a forgotten receiving room or waiting room for those people who weren’t staying very long. The furniture was old and out of style, at odds with the rest of the villa. 

Tyrone went to the back of the room and pushed against a wall. It opened under the pressure and he beckoned you to follow. You didn’t necessarily want to, but you needed answers. You walked through and the air turned moist, stone walls beneath your touch. There was no light in here and you swallowed audibly. 

Tyrone lightly tapped your hand and brushed past you, leading you down the hall. If it wasn’t for his magnificent presence, you wouldn’t have known where he was. It was a short trip down the passage, before he pushed through another wall and light reached you. Your eyes stung from the sudden, warm light but you quickly adjusted.

This room was like a private study. Big enough to be classified as a home office, it held wall to wall bookshelves filled with thick and heavy tomes. There were some small books, but it looked like the books were well worn. The desk in the middle of the room was filled with open books, notebooks, and drawings.

You took in the couch, the blanket, the plates. “What is this?” 

“Research. These mu’fuckas don’t read and sealed this place off a long time ago. There’s other libraries but it’s just for show,” he said. 

He moved forward in the room, gathering up wayward plates on his way, and sat on the edge of the desk. He gestured for you to sit on the couch. You did so, hugging your body and looking at him. 

“What exactly are you?” You asked slowly.

“I think you call us incubi,” he said.

“Sex demon,” you clarified. You raised your eyebrows and fought off a smile. The way he fucked, you believed it. 

“We gain energy from sex, yes,” he said. He crossed his arms, vibrating with nervous energy. You were worried that he was breaking some kind of code by allowing you here. Though from what you saw earlier, it seemed like there were plenty of humans who came here. Why had he never taken you here before? 

“So all this time, you’ve really looked like this?” You asked. You waved to what he looked like now. He was still sexy with thick arms and a strong jaw. You wanted to touch him. You hated this space between you. 

He nodded and looked away from you. 

“Tyrone, please. I need answers,” you said.

Tyrone took a deep breath. He began to explain more about his world. He didn’t precisely know where he came from, but he knew they were tasked with siphoning energy from humans’ dreams. Some do it through fear, some through happy memories, and some through anxiety dreams. He siphoned energy through people’s sex dreams. Sometimes he participated, sometimes he didn’t. He hadn’t siphoned energy by joining with humans for quite a while until you came along.

He explained how his world was ugly, dull, and gray. He was surrounded by petty incubi who saw humans as a food source rather than the gift they were. Every time Tyrone entered a dream, he was blown away by how vibrant humans were. How no matter what they went through, they still dreamed. Still hoped. Still tried. 

And he was tired of living like this. Living like a pest surviving off of scraps. One night, your body really did scream out for him. He beat away other incubi intent on siphoning off your powerful sexual energy and he wasn’t going to interrupt. He honestly wasn’t. But the moment he saw you, he wanted for the first time in his life. 

What he wanted was you. He wanted to see you, talk to you. He spent every moment he was awake waiting for you to fall asleep so that he’d get to hold you. Touch you. Fill you up with him and never let go. He thought by introducing you to many worlds and fantasies, the perfect dream man, that you wouldn’t see past what he wanted you to see. He was so lost inside your body last night that he let the illusion slip. And he was worried that you’d never want to see him again.

You rubbed your belly throughout his speech. This was so unlike anything you were thinking of. You weren’t expecting…this. You processed his words. Some of it you understood and some of it you didn’t. What you took away from it was that he felt like an outsider among his people. And he cared for you, in his own way.

“What does our baby have to do with it? Did you really want one with me or were you going to take it away to live…here?” This was what you really needed to know. The moment of truth. Was he going to steal your baby? Was this how they procreated? Foisted babies on unsuspecting women and then stole them as soon as they were born? 

You felt protective over it already. It was yours. And you would be damned if anyone, Tyrone included, tried to take it from you. You stood up from the couch, too nervous to continue sitting and listening to all of this. You were scared of what would fall from his mouth next.

“I really wanted one with you. But I don’t want to lie. If you had an incubus, I would be required to raise him here. He would also be an anchor point for me in your world. I’d be able to…stay there.”

The weight of his words was like a physical slap. Stay…with you? He’d be able to stay? Live in the real world? 

“What about your…people? Wouldn’t they come for him if he did end up being like you?” Your emotions were all over the place. You were happy, excited, scared, ready to throw up. Underneath it all, underneath all the noise and confusion, you were so damn elated that you shook where you stood.

You didn’t care about the logistics. You didn’t care what it would mean. You’d have your perfect man and a baby to boot. It’d be tough explaining it to your family and friends. They wouldn’t understand the incubus part of it. But you had told them you’d been seeing someone. Getting pregnant this fast wasn’t exactly in the cards, but fuck it. You were tired of not living your life for you. 

“I’d protect us,” he said. He leapt from the edge of the desk as if he were ready to ride into battle this second. He crossed the room towards you, still so careful to not invade your personal space. But you backed up against the nearest bookshelf anyway. His eyes drooped, catching the movement, but he balled his fists at his side. “I’d fight to my last breath to protect you and our baby.”

You smiled at him. Grinned actually. You rubbed your fingers together. This couldn’t be real. But you didn’t care anymore. “So, you…still want to be with me?” 

Tyrone stalked closer, crossing the boundary into your personal space. Your breathing turned quick, heart thumping painfully against your chest. You looked up into his eyes while he crowded you. He smelled like heaven. Something soft, light, and wonderful. 

He brought his hands to either side of your head and leaned against the bookshelf. He dipped his head closer to you and nudged your nose with his. “Have I done such a poor job of letting you know what I feel for you?” 

His voice was soft but deep, skating over you like a physical caress. Your thighs tingled, taking in his scent and looks. He looked damn good in that outfit. It was loose fitting but the color looked good on him. 

You licked your lips and shook your head. He pressed light kisses to your jaw and cheeks, intentionally bypassing your lips. No matter how many times you moved your head, trying to taste his lips again, he moved away at the last second. 

He slid one thigh in between your legs and you gasped, pussy clenching painfully. You gripped onto his shoulders to steady you. 

“So warm,” he said. 

Your fingers flexed on his shoulders as you looked into his eyes. He looked at you like he wanted to eat you up with a spoon. 

He kissed along your neck, driving you wild with his soft, sweet kisses. This was so different from how you’d previously been with him these past few weeks. “Lucky I can’t get yo ass pregnant again,” he whispered against your neck.

“Tyrone!” You screamed. 

He licked your neck. You shivered with a low moan. Your head thumped back against the bookshelf. Tyrone continued to lick and kiss and tickle you. You were turned on, breathing too heavily and feeling so clunky. He was so smooth, big, and strong by comparison. 

He brought his lips back to your jaw and then grazed your lips. You leaned forward but he leaned back at the last minute with a smile. “Tell me you want me,” he said. 

You opened your eyes and looked at him. “I want you,” you said. “I…love you.”

Tyrone grinned and crashed his lips against yours. He grabbed the sides of your head and mashed his lips against yours. It was sloppy, wild, and desperate. Completely at odds with how he was normally. And you loved it. You wanted more. You needed more. 

Tyrone turned you around and walked you backwards towards his desk. He pushed all of his research onto the ground and laid you down like a full feast spread just for him. He tugged your sleep pants down, revealing your legs. He kissed your legs as he pulled it down, leaving nips and bites in his wake.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned. 

He helped you sit back on the desk and pulled your sleep top off. He grinned, taking in your body like it was the first time he was seeing you. He kissed you again, hands trailing down your sides. 

He kissed down your body, stopping to kiss your belly. He lingered there, head bent in prayer or benediction, and then moved lower. He grabbed your legs and spread them wider. He took in your glistening sex and moaned. 

“So fucking wet and pretty, angel,” he said. 

You moaned. “Please.” You couldn’t stop moving and gyrating. The desk was cold beneath your body but you were burning up. You were desperate for whatever he was going to do to you. You just needed him to hurry the hell up. 

Tyrone bent down and his tongue dived into your pussy. Teasing and licking around your clit. He didn’t completely lick it, not yet, content to torture you. “Ouue fuck!” You screamed out. 

Tyrone glowed with your wails and screams. Your legs were flailing, opening and closing around his head. Your hands flew to his hair and tugged on the neat braids. He growled into your pussy, falling forward and flattening his tongue against your pussy. 

He began to finally suckle your clit, slurping up your sloppy juices and moaning at the taste of you. “Please, please, please,” you shook against his heavenly mouth. You were close. So close. Out of your mind with–

“OH!” You moaned and screamed out your pleasure. You jerked and twisted as he still ate you out. He licked up your runaway juices, smacked his lips, and returned to your clit with a satisfied hum. 

He ate you until you calmed down, burning lungs calming down into something more manageable. Tyrone stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hands, grinning and showing off sharp teeth. That only turned you on. You grinned back and kept your legs open. 

Tyrone moved in between your legs so that he could pull you into a sitting position. He kissed you, soft and sweet. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips. Your heart threatened to fly right out of your chest. 

“You mean it?” You asked.

Tyrone pulled back and looked you in the eye. “I really mean it. If you’ll have me, I’ll never let you doubt me again.” 

“I want you,” you said. You tugged on his own pants. You could see his dick tenting them already. His dick sprang free, bobbing in place. The swollen head leaked precum. You licked the palm of your hand and then started pumping his nice, thick dick.

He groaned, eyes half closed, and his lips parting on a sigh. You stroked him faster, using a mix of your spit and his precum to grip him how he liked. His head dropped forward, head bumping against yours.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He only got bigger, feeding from your mix of sexual energy. He gripped your hand, stopping you. You pouted with a tiny whine.

“I wanna cum inside,” he said. He kissed you, taking your protests from your lips before you could say anything. He pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his pants. Then he was right back between your legs, pulling you closer to the edge.

He gripped his dick and rubbed it through your slick folds. Your teeth began to chatter as a full body shiver overtook you. You looked down, past your tummy, and watched as he pushed his dick inside.

You shared a low, deep moan as he began to work himself inside. You clutched onto his neck, pulling him towards you and trying to sink onto him quicker. You wanted him deeper. He chuckled at your neediness.

“I don’t wanna hurt the mother of my child,” he said. 

“Shit,” you moaned. Why was that so hot? Why did the thought of carrying his baby make you so insane with desire that you were getting wetter just from the notion? You were pregnant with his baby. Your belly would swell with his child and your titties would get bigger. 

He must’ve had the same thought because he moved his lips down to your breasts and suckled on your titties as he stroked deep inside you. You felt him in your belly, moving and poking the deepest part of you. 

Your legs hiked higher on his hips, opening yourself up further to him. His dick stroked the walls of your pussy, veins dragging against it and making your eyes water. “Oh shit, oh shit. Right there, baby, right there,” you moaned.

“Hmm, talk to me,” he moaned.

“Right there, baby. I’m gon’ cum,” you moaned. Your eyes were wide as you looked at him. He was stroking deep, moving his hips in a steady rhythm. Your orgasm rose in your lower belly like a wave on the ocean, gathering speed and strength.

When it finally rolled over you, you clutched Tyrone to you and screamed loud enough to go through the walls of the villa. You screamed and let him hear how good he was fucking you.

“Hmm, look at you, angel. So fuckin’ pretty cumming for me. It feel good, don’t it? I wish you could see how pretty you are,” he said.

His words of praise only made you twitch harder, shaking and gripping onto him as if he were your only lifeline. “Cum with me,” you managed to croak out.

Tyrone grinned and fucked you harder, stroking with a punishing pace that had you seeing stars once more. Your nails dug into his arms. He showed no indication that it hurt him. In fact, he seemed to like it since his dick twitched inside of you. His strokes turned sloppy and uncoordinated, rutting into you at this point.

Your pussy sucked him in, gripped him tight. “That’s right, angel. Don’t let me go,” he said.

“Never,” you moaned and shook your head.

“Never?” He asked.

“Never, never,” you chanted as another orgasm ripped through you. Your legs closed around his hips and he groaned, breath panting and fanning over you. He finally came, bathing your insides with his cum. 

Hot jets of cum filled you to the brim and he continued to pound into you, biting his lip, and groaning. “Can’t fuckin’ stop,” he groaned.

You screamed and screamed, finally biting into his shoulder to keep from tearing the villa down with your whines and cries. The edges of his world started to turn blurry, growing darker the more you huffed to calm down. 

“No, I wanna stay!” You yelled.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he said. His dick twitched one last time inside of you. He covered you in kisses as you were pulled steadily from his arms and back to wakefulness. He was no longer inside of you.

A sob hiccuped in your chest. You didn’t want to leave him. You didn’t want to be apart from him. Your hand pushed across your cold bed and your head flopped onto the bed. Tears stung your eyes. A hand came around your waist and pulled you closer to a warm, thick body. 

You flipped over, staring into the soft reddish-brown eyes of Tyrone. He looked less demonic here, less animalistic. But he still looked like he didn’t quite belong. 

“T-Tyrone?” You asked.

He grinned and kissed your cheek. “I can stay,” he said.

You screamed and turned over, throwing your entire body on top of him and peppered him with kisses this time. You both screamed and celebrated all night, enjoying this little miracle. You were never giving him up.

Never.

Lordy, if you need some more after that, here ya go! The Secret Tyrone Files

[angelwishess]

Chess Anarchy !

Playing chess with Kyra is a nightmare. And Leona has to deal with that.

Pairing : Kyra & Leona (platonic!!)

When Kyra asked to play chess with Leona, he should’ve known something was up.

Kyra was never one to actually mean what she lead on. Always twisting her words, or hiding her true intentions behind a well crafted smile. Often for the most ridiculous of reasons.

Leona’s eye twitched as Kyra proudly pulled out several other Knight pieces, obviously belonging to another, different set. “See, while you weren’t looking the horses got busy and popped out more baby horses!”

She explained, happily setting down the several new pieces with a self-satisfied grin. Leona groaned, rubbing his temple as his tail whipped back and forth in annoyance.

Just earlier, while he wasn’t looking, she had stolen back the pieces he took from her fair and square— and re-placed them back on the board, deeming that they ‘managed to escape’ and ‘tunneled out and emerged in the middle of his royal palace.’

Of course, Kyra would never enjoy a game like chess, Leona was questioning why he didn’t realize that in the first place. “Seriously?” He grumbled, moving his hand just enough to get a peek at the gleeful girl sitting across from him.

“Yep! These are magical horses, so they reproduce fast!! Aand these are newly graduated knights from the training camps.” She continued on with her nonsense, keeping that same annoyingly sweet smile graced upon her lips the entire time.

“…You’re such an idiot, I don’t know why I even put up with you.” Leona growled. Even as Kyra continued, his sharp, green eyes spotted an opening. Even with so many additional pieces and so-called ‘rules’, Leona still had the satisfying chance to end this stupid game.

Her king piece, out in the open. Sitting pretty, and Leona won’t let that opportunity go to waste. Leona smirks, “Hah, whatever. Add whatever rules you want. The fact is—“ He huffs, placing down a rook piece, cornering her king.

Leona grins, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair as he takes in Kyra’s shocked expression, staring down at the chaotic ‘chessboard’, if you could even call it that. Looks like her makeshift ‘rooks’, which were really just thimbles, were of no use after all.

“Doesn’t matter. Cus’ I still win.” Leona chuckled, extremely satisfied that this silly game was about to come to an end.

“….Hehehe.” “…Hah?” Leona perks up, his ears twitching at the sound of Kyra giggling. Not a good sign.

“Ooh, looks like this is a good time to tell you, then…”Kyra looked up from the board, her eyes gleaming with mischief, like a neon warning sign. Leona has to surpress a groan, already feeling a headache forming as he braces for whatever stupid reason she has this time.

“See, before we started playing, my knights and pawns revolted and instituted a representative democracy!” Oh. That was it.

Kyra giggled, leaning back into her chair with a shrug, with the most annoying, smug, punchable grin to match. “So feel free to kill that puppet ruler… Who was the one remaining vestige of tyranny!” She opens her eyes, grinning as she pumps her fists into the sky.

“VIVA LA REVOLUTION!!!”

He’s.. So Done.

“Nope. Thats it. I’m done.” Leona gets up, the harsh dragging of his chair across the floor making Kyra wince. She reaches out to him, “Hey— waait! Big bro, come on the game isn’t over yet!” She whined, stumbling to follow him. “It is now. I’m not playing your stupid game.” He grunts, refusing to even look back at the young girl tripping over her feet just to chase after him.

“Its not stupid! You know this means I win by default, right? Put up a fight, coward!!” “Hell no. I am NOT playing some idiotic game that doesn’t even make sense!”

He huffed, storming off with his tail whipping around haphazardly. “Big brooo!” Her voice echoed through the halls with so much sorrow you’d think she was just dealt the worst betrayal of her life. Kyra dramatically fell to her knees, holding out the chessboard with fake tears in her eyes as she watches him leave.

Well, thats a lesson for everyone. Never play chess with Kyra. Unless you want a headache.

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[rbinsgf]

Turn the other cheek, and I take it on the chin /Part 2/

Part 1

The sky was blue, two and two made four and Eddie was a coward.

Those were the irrefutable truth of the world. Eddie used to call his behavior "self-preservation" when he ran away from cops and angry jocks mob, or when he skipped a class he couldn’t understand, or when he ran away after witnessing one of the most traumatizing death in the history of mankind.

But as he saw Robin Buckley angrily stomping down his stairs and into his basement, he couldn’t qualify his next course of actions of anything but cowardice.

He had known day more glorious but as he shielded himself from the furious woman with a, for once, quite Mike Wheeler, he couldn’t care less about his image in front of his club.

Hypocritical right ? Yeah that’s another truth Eddie was very well aware about himself but who would dare look him in the eye and spit that fact in his face ?

Robin Buckley actually, as she did not hesitate to shove Mike out of the way and grab Eddie by the collar of his worn out Hellfire shirt, bringing him dangerously close to her angry red face, and shoving him against the wall.

"You, Edward Theodore Munson, are the biggest hypocrite I’ve ever seen. How dare you force those big monologues on conformity and "Hawkins’ monster" on us on top of those poor cafeteria tables, only to turn around and do exactly what you so loudly claim to be against ?"

Eddie was petrified, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers. The basement was as quiet as ever, everyone seemed to hold their breath, too scared they might remind Robin of their presence.

"Steve changed, actually no, he didn’t change. He just had the courage to show his true self, he stripped away from the role that was forced on him by his parents, friends, everyone in this shitty town and by you too. He would and has put his life on the line so many times for every single one of you," She said the last part louder, slightly tilting her head to the side towards a specific side of the table but never moving her rage filled gaze from Eddie’s wide eyes. "He trusted you Eddie, he confided in you and what did you do ? You humiliated him by using his vulnerability against him. I hope you’re happy your pathetic little audience appreciated the spectacle." A protest formed itself on Jeff’s lips but was quickly shut off by a quick glare and an honest to god growl from Robin.

"You know what truly breaks my heart Eddie ? Steve still defended you and he doesn’t even blame you ! Do with that information what you want but I hope it makes you feel so bad you won’t be able to look yourself in any type of reflection for as long as possible."

She slowly stepped away from him, releasing her grip on his shirt and making a show of dusting him off,

"If you want to know what I think of this shit show Eddie. You don’t deserve him." She turned around, facing the kids, "and you guys are a bunch of ungrateful brats who don’t deserve Steve and all that he does for you."

She only looked at the older Hellfire members with disgust before turning back to Eddie. The man in question was looking at the ground, his head hanging guiltily and shoulder hunched.

Robin stepped back into his space, her mouth close to his ear, and let out her final strike in a quite sigh,

"And to think that man saved your life.."

With that, she left as she came, the front door banging loudly behind her.

That last sentence she had whispered in his ear sent a glacial chill down Eddie’s spine. It stabbed through his chest in plain and shameful guilt. Eddie sat heavily on his throne. A throne that Steve had spent two weeks making since the basketball team had burned his old one when he was on the run. He lost himself in a spiral of shame and regrets, cringing at himself as he pictured how it all went down earlier and how, even after noticing Steve leaving, they’d kept that same behavior. Laughing at the expense of the poor man like hyenas. One by one, the older members left quietly. The kids stayed a little longer, sitting in silence before all leaving in a quiet agreement. Eddie only registered Dustin telling him they will be using the phone to call for a drive home. A drive home that, for the first time since the boys had joined Hellfire, wouldn’t be Steve.

Eddie had fucked up, that much was very clear. He also knew why he said all those horrible things, he craved the validation and admiration of his sheepies and hellfire friends.

The only way he had found to maintain those was to do what he had always done.

To the detriment of his friends, Eddie was a hypocrite, selfish and coward man. Eddie saw an opportunity to remind his club of who he was, Eddie "the Freak" Munson, natural nemesis of the jocks.

Robin’s words kept circling in his mind viciously.

The sheer fury that emanated of her trembling frame was enough for Eddie to imagine how bad his words must’ve affected Steve.

He knew those exact words would hurt him and he still said them.

He also knew Steve, through and through now, and with that came the knowledge of what Steve might be thinking about himself right now.

Because his sweet, kind and good Steve, didn’t even blame him one bit. Eddie’s words had definitely hit a very tender spot in Steve’s myriad of insecurities and self doubts.

The man was probably descending full speed through the worst of his self deprecating thoughts right now.

Eddie wished the bats had eaten him alive as the thought of Steve believing Eddie saw him for who he was not.

Eddie would rather Vecna came back as a zombie than Steve Harrington taking his stupid, stupid words at heart and believing them.

If Eddie was going to do one last thing, it was to make sure that Steve knew he wasn’t seen as anything but the painfully good man he truly was.

Resignation filled his mind and he pushed himself up from the throne, walked out of the basement and took the keys of his van before stepping, in the soon to be dark, street.

Eddie was going to see Steve, apologize but most importantly beg the man to not take Eddie’s words for one of the universe’s truth.

It’ll be the last thing he’ll do if Robin Buckley didn’t kill him before for daring to stand in the same vicinity as her friend.

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Here’s part 2 !! And Eddie’s pov yay !! I’m so grateful for your response to the first part as it’s also a response to me getting back to writing and it motivates me so much guys !!!

Next part will be up in a few days since I’m going back to college full time but I’ll do my best to update this little fic as soon as possible !

I tried to tag everyone who asked for it and hope it all worked ?

Love y’all gang ! 🫶🏼🧡

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[lilacartsmadsion]

“You want perfection? I’LL SHOW YOU PERFECTION!”

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“Do not invoke The Nameless One’s Wrath”

That was the warning The Apoditic One spoke. To the Wizards and To the Whole of Earthbread.

Except…The Wizards did not heed that warning…

Long ago, when Wizard City was ruled by the gods known as Wizards recruited The Nameless One to create a plethora of Cookies to harness the power of the Moon.

Time and time again…The Wizards would deny creation after creation from the god, until he finally was able to create a cookie of their desires.

Once the Slumbering Moon was born, the Wizards praised her existence…while the rest of her essence were scattered to the horizon…

While the Wizards celebrated…taking the credit for the creation of The Slumbering Moon and no longer acknowledging the existence of countless other life forms that helped make her…The Nameless One suffered.

For the Nameless One loved all his creations, even the Beasts who dared to rebel against him caused him to grieve them when he sealed them away…

He watched as time and time again did the Wizards discard the essence of his Creations into the abyss, frantically searching for a way back, he watched as they suffered and were heartlessly buried as test subjects in the soils of Earthbread.

He could not take the suffering anymore, in his anguish and fury the Nameless One let out a guttural cry. All those who heard it bowed their heads in fear, with the exception of the False Gods, The Wizards.

Through the Darkness the rest of the gods fled the wrath of The Nameless One as he channeled his own emotions into the most powerful of doughs…

The Ultimate Dough. With his sheer wrath, a cookie born from darkness was born out of the anger of the god. She drove away The Wizards upon his command. “See to it that these False Gods learn their place in this world!”

Like cowards the Wizards ran from the gates of Wizard City, for a while, the sky was red as Strawberry Jam…and there was silence…

Once the false gods had fled from the lands of Earthbread The Nameless One commanded. “Let all who trespass into this land learn my wrath, see to it that none shall enter here again.”

And just like that…stationed in the very borders of Earthbread, The Pillars of Darkness guard the Outside World with an Iron Fist. None shall enter and None shall leave.

Beware the Wrath of the Nameless One, for The Dark Enchantress will consume you into the endless Abyss.

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So yeah that’s DE’s backstory in this AU. This is why she can’t have started the Dark Flour War.

In this AU Gingerbrave killed all the Witches so WL wouldn’t have gone to the feast. She did travel to Beast Yeast where Gingerbrave spends most his time

However as I said DE still exists. Just in a different way. She’s stationed as a guardian of Earthbread placed at its borders to keep from things like Witches and Wizards. (Minus the Witches)

Also yes those are Gingerbrave’s eyes, he started putting makeup as a reminder for Mystic Flour Cookie, the only Beast who saw his true face.

Some of the words in this story are ‘overdramatized’ as they are words based on the interpretations of Cookies. No one actually knows what Gingerbrave said, not even Moonlight Cookie who was there during the story.

Inspirations for DE’s design

For Mystic I just took her necklace. I mostly based her off of Pomegranate here. And since I wanted to give a nod to her original backstory, I decided to add some inspirations from WL’s hair and gloves. As well as making DE’s dress gradient to White. As well as make her dress resemble the petal of a flower.

[gojosmovingcastle]

last love - satosugu

☄. *. ☄⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆☄. *. ☄☄. *. ☄⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆☄. *. ☄

Satoru sat perched on the bumper of Y/n's car. The two of them had finally made it to the edge of the grassy planes - where Satoru would leave the memories of his long love to venture off with someone he now considered a sister. It was too dangerous for him to venture further with the possible defenses the world of curses had put up. They were too close to the end to risk it.

Earlier the two were smiling, but now by the fire Satoru sat on the ground, leaning on the back of the car with warn parchment in his hand. 

After the long talk with Y/n the other night he figured he should give Suguru a chance to air out his open thoughts - just in case his fears came true. Yet, nothing was coming to mind as his eyes travelled further down the pages. He had so much he wanted to say back, and now he was left with a silent head and shaking hands.

"Just scream, what you wish you could have said - it's not like you are going to send it." Y/n suggested as she drove to the open field where his last thoughts of Suguru would lay - or so he hoped.

Dearest Lover,

Once you read this I will be long forgotten, 

Satoru looked toward Y/n as her laugh filled the dark scene as she spoke with Nanami or Shoko over the phone, making a smile fall on his face.

hopefully not by all, but I know by most.

I know you may never forgive me for what has happened over the course of the last handful of years - but know I did it to keep the ones I love safe. While that may be hard for you to believe - open rebelion was the only option I had. 

I have tried to write this letter numerous times over the past year, but each time I start I cannot finish. I am pained to say you were right - I am a coward when it comes to our friends, and when I am faced with you most of all. 

You were also right when you said that you were everything I wanted to be. Though, your belief in why was skewed. You were everything I wanted to be - not for myself, but for others. You rebelled on your own beliefs, my silent rebellion was for the beliefs of others. The belief that Nanami could return to his parents with open arms. The belief were Haibara could be with his family once again. The belief where...I could attend our wedding without putting the two of us in danger. The belief that one day Y/n could be safe in the world she loves. 

I know you think I am selfish, and I understand why as over the years my theatre mask was tied just a little too well. And I can not blame you for not wanting to take the step to loosen it - you had yourself to worry about, and I am afraid if I did not leave on our sixteenth birthday I would not have a lover to write this letter too. 

I admired you from the start, Satoru. I know many told you differently, but you were my first form of light. My first love, and my last.

I am sorry we could not be together today peacefully. But know that there is not a day that goes by where I do not pray to the stars for your safety. 

I love you, Satoru.

Eternally,

S. Geto

[onyxrider]

Cursed obsession **Part 2 ! **

Part 1 listed above 🥵

Synopsis: in this part 2, you will seek out Sukuna's intentions and try to keep him suppressed under your rule.

Warnings/triggers: smut 18+, MDNI, choking, double dicks, restraints coarse language, true form, use of the word "master", gagging.

Word count: 2,942

Grappling Sukuna's tied, paralyzed body, you hoist him over your shoulder and trudge up the twirling flights of stairs. These stairs have never hindered you before, but the weight of sukuna’s powerful frame pressing down on you, with his muscles tense and unyielding, made it a tiresome walk.  Almost to the top, you retire for a short breather, propping up sukuna against the stone wall, his eyes burning in defiance as he fixes you with a challenging glare-you notice he chewed his gag off. “"You may think you are powerful, but this kingdom was not earned by your own hands. It was handed down to you, a gift from your ancestors. You have not known sacrifice, you have not known loss. You are nothing but a puppet, playing at being a ruler. I would be a better ruler than you would ever hope to be." Sukuna sneered.

You felt a bitter smile tug at your lips as you listened to his words. He had no idea of the sacrifices you had made and the horrors you had endured to get to where you were now. False rumors had spread initially that you overthrew the castle when you were younger with the help of another kingdom in order to ensure you as ruler, and rewarding them handsomely, but they didn't know the truth. Why would you correct them though? Instilling fear  inside them and showing your power would be the greatest weapon in ruling. Annoyed by Sukunas remark, you felt drawn to tell just him alone your true story, he may be defiant and dangerous, but theres something about him that feels similar, and since he wasn’t going to be released back to how he was, what was the harm in telling someone all the nightmares you had trapped inside your head?

“ As a child, I was happy, innocent and unaware of the darkness that lurked in the hearts of men. But that all changed when the neighboring village stealthily attacked the castle without reason.” you pause and feel your heart start racing and your body begins to tremble-you’ve never had to utter any of this aloud…it feels more intense saying it rather than merely thinking about it  “They slaughtered everyone I loved before your very eyes – either tortured, slain, burned or hung -all of them perished horribly. The mere reason I wasn’t slain was because I was playing hide and seek with one of the maids, hiding in a chest where I saw my mother being assaulted and slain through the keyhole. I wanted to burst out and help her…” you hear your voice shaking. You cough, sit up straight and breath slowly, collecting your composure. “But I was a coward, I was helpless. All I could do was watch, what a fool I was. Once I heard the enemy leave, I quickly ran for the door, but as I burst out, he came, my father's once friend whom I never suspected, turned his back against us and took me as his plaything. He tortured me, violated me in ways that still haunt me, crushed my body and my will to live. I craved death, but it never came. I only survived because I pretended  to love him, by weaving a web of deceit around him until I had the chance to strike. He slowly let me roam around the castle with restrictions, the more I obeyed, the more his restrictions on me would subside. When that moment came, I did not hesitate. I killed him quickly and brutally, and it felt so goddamn good, I felt free. But the freedom was short-lived. The physical and mental torture I suffered made me feel like I was losing myself, like I was slipping into a madness that I couldn’t control. The rage and anger that boiled inside of me consumed me, turning me into someone I didn’t recognize. I was no longer the kind,gentle soul I once was. I had become a monster, just like the man who had broken me.I knew then that I could never go back to the person I once was. I am a broken shell of a woman, driven by a need for revenge, a need to destroy anyone who dared to cross me, and to prevent it from ever happening again; for you can’t even trust your closest friends to not stab you in the back. Fear became my weapon, my soldiers and civilians living in a constant state of terror. It is the only way I can maintain control, the only way to ensure my power over them.”

Sukuna, for all his arrogance and defiance, felt a flicker of empathy towards you. He, too, had suffered at the hands of an enemy, had endured unspeakable horrors that had twisted his soul into something dark and vengeful. He hated me, somewhat, you knew that much, but he also understood the fire that burned within you. But to your surprise, he reciprocated, telling you of his own harrowing experiences and of his own desire for retribution and destruction.

“Well I think that’s enough bonding time for now” you hoist him on your shoulder again and tiredly reach the top of the staircase. Through the hallway you enter your chamber in which resides: a fireplace, bear rugs, table with maps, plans and books on it and a large canopy bed. You slam Sukuna down in a chair closest to the fire with a table in front, and sit across from him.

“I’ve brought us to my chambers because I have questions. Are you a spy? Why do you defy me and what is it that you want.” you ask sternly. “What is it that I want?” Sukuna sneered at you. “I am no spy,I am my own man. I just want what you have, I want your power and control, I want to be the ruler for once, and I do whatever it takes to get what I want, even if it means going through you.” You lean back your chair and study him carefully, trying to discern if he was telling the truth or if he was just playing a game. The tension between you was palpable, thickening the air in the room, but you knew he was telling the truth. As the fire burned low, casting long shadows across the room, you made your decision. You would spare Sukuna's life, for now. He will be of great aid to you, but you would keep a close eye on him, knowing that he would always be a threat to your rule. “You will be spared, but I will always be keeping a sharp eye on you and be putting you to work."Sukuna glared at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and admiration. "I will never bow down to you," he said, his voice filled with defiance. "I will always be a thorn in your side.” 

As you gaze at him, you realize he's inched away from the table somehow and he's leaning back in it. You stand up, push your chair back and make your way over to him, curious with his movement. At that moment, you felt a surge of anger. He burnt off his ropes. Sukunas eyes glisten with malice as he raises his hands, channeling a spell around you. This spell catching you off guard, he started to charge towards you with a sudden burst of strength with a snarl on his lips- with one of his hands engulfed with fire, the other what looked to be a black fire. With his blows coming from left and right you dodged his attacks, and summoned your own energy. You focus your energy to your right hand and you feel a tingling sensation, summoning electricity. You raise your arm and slam it on the ground, sending bolts of lightning crackling towards Sukuna. He countered with a shield of reverse darkness, deflecting your spells with ease.  The castle ceilings were massively high, but between both of your powers and strength, it began to shift, a few bricks starting to fall from the ceiling. Sukuna gazed up at the bricks, giving you an  opening and lunged towards him, your hands glowing with power as you reached out to grasp him. He twisted away at the last moment and, now behind you,  grabbed your waist in one arm and the other arm grappling you upwords from chest to collarbone. “If we keep going at it, it looks like this castle will crumble, and neither of us want that.” sukuna whispers in a low growl.” You try to break from his hold, but can barely move, you slowly lean your head back on him and see a transparent shimmer around you - he summoned a dome that slowed your movement.  He now has you in a tight backwards hug and caresses your body down to your lower abdomen, with him holding your neck loosely with a possessive touch, yet strangely gentle, almost as if he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to hurt you or pleasure you

He leaned in close to your ear, his warm breath tingling your neck "Some time ago, I had wanted to see you dead-but now…now for some annoying goddamn reason I want to see your little cunt get stuffed with my cocks," he whispered, his voice low and menacing.

 He caresses his arm down your waist and into your pants, his middle finger finding and slowly circling your clit while his surrounding fingers spread your lips making you moan, the warm wetness between your thighs growing with each passing moment. “Oh, you like that master? How about this? He pushes his wet, thick finger inside,  plunging in and out of your now soaked pussy with a steady rhythm that sends waves of pleasure through your body.  Another arm protrudes out, fondling your breast and twisting your nipple, just hard enough to still be pleasurable. “If this is your way of trying to apologize -mhmm - your going to have to put those cocks to use” you moan with your voice trembling.

Sukuna couldn't deny the arousal that surged through him at your words. It was a twisted desire, a forbidden thrill that he couldn't ignore. You found yourself leaning into his touch, craving more of the dangerous pleasure he offered. “Don’t worry master, I want to teach this little pussy a lesson too, just like your mouth, it doesn’t seem to know when to stop running.” Sukuna whispered in your ear. Before you could react, he twists you around and shoves you to your bed,your arms were able to catch it, but left you vulnerable and exposed beneath him. ”What the he-mmhmm!"- Sukuna puts a hand on your mouth while one of his other arm pulls your right thigh up on the bed, his touch rough and demanding; sending a jolt inside you. Sukuna wasted no time in taking control, his other pair of arms appear and begin to twist and pull your aching nipples again, sending a sharp thrill of pain and pleasure through you. The other hand wrapped around you and began to tease and stroke your clit, each touch sending sparks of electricity through your body.

You moaned and writhed beneath him, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations he was bringing to life within you. And when he suddenly pushed his girthy cock inside you, filling you in a way that left you breathless, you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you.”Fuck master, this pussy is gobbling me up- mmhm”

His thrusts were hard and fast, each one driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His other cock pressed against your backside, teasing and tempting you with the promise of even more pleasure. You felt every vein in his huge cock, every pulse and throb sending you spiraling further into bliss.

His hands were everywhere, touching and exploring every inch of you. “Please more”  you whimper through his fingers. He spits in his hand and begins to prod your asshole with a finger, making you moan. Mouth gagged, tits being tugged, clit being rubbed, cock in your little pussy and asshole being prodded, you feeling yourself going insane. “I think your ready for the finally” sukuna chuckles. He then guides his top cock to your spit soaked asshole, slowly pushing in allowing your body to take him inside you. “Fuck, your so fucking tight, fuuh” sukuna groaned, his voice strained with desire as he continued to thrust roughly. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had you arching your back and pressing yourself against him, unable to contain the moans of ecstasy that escaped. “Fuck I’m–ah-Im about to cum f-keep going mmhm!” you plead as your body trembles on the brink of orgasm. Sukuna begins to thrust harder and faster now and continues to flick your clit harder as well, his finger picking up your juices from your cock stuffed pussy. You could feel the heat building inside you, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume you whole.

”Fuck im so close-mmhm!” you shakily scream.The orgasm that ripped through you was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, a mind-blowing explosion of pleasure that left you gasping for breath. As you feel your body tingling and cervix pulsing, sukuna releases his hot cum inside your holes, feeling his cocks pulsate while he smiles down at you with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

“Were these cocks to your  liking master? Am i forgiven now?” he chuckled in a whisper as he pulls his cocks out, leaving his cum gush out of you, dripping to the floor. You hoist yourself up and turn to look at him. What? You think just one time fucking me after your defiance and rebellion towards me is good enough? Your soft caress around his ear changed into your hand grabbing his throat and pushing him against the wall, keeping a tight grip on him. “My body yearns to dominate and fuck a power at least close to mine, not some sorcerer who throws a temper tantrum when he doesnt get he wants and thinks the bare minimum is a great apology. You still have much to atone for, but for now I will show you your quarters and explain the duties and tasks I expect you to complete” You release his throat and begin to get dressed. You gaze at sukuna while getting dressed, and notice Sukunas eyes are examining you, looking at every curve, every burn and every scar you had. They looked as if there was sadness within them, but also pulsating with hunger. You tried to tear your gaze from his, but found yourself unable to resist. It was as if his eyes held you in a trance, their lustful intensity drawing you closer to him. As you felt yourself succumbing to his gaze, he suddenly averted his eyes, jerking his head to the side as if caught in the act of something forbidden.

Was it possible that Sukuna, the malicious curse known for his insatiable hunger for human souls, had shown a moment of weakness? Had he been captivated by something in you, something that had given him pause? you shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts, he was to be your slave. But as you turned to escort him out, you felt a hand close around your wrist, holding you in place.

Your heart leaped into your throat as you  spun around to face Sukuna, fear clutching at your chest. But to your astonishment, you found that his eyes were no longer filled with hunger. Instead, they held a strange mixture of curiosity and something else - something almost akin to longing.You stared into those crimson eyes, trying to decipher the emotions that flickered within them. There was a vulnerability there, a rawness that you had not expected to find in a being as ancient and malevolent as Sukuna. Sukuna spoke. His voice was low and husky, almost a whisper, but it sent shivers down my spine.

"You are different," he murmured, his gaze never leaving mine. "There is something in you that I cannot quite place. Something that draws me to you, despite myself. I” sukuna was interrupted by a giant cannon ball  crashing into the wall. Within milliseconds, he grabs you out of the way and shelters you against a wall, the brick walls crumbling above you.

The realization struck us at the same time - we were under attack. Our enemies had breached the castle walls, and not only were they after us, but the civilians and my own soldiers had turned against me in a bid to end my reign. I saw faces that I had trusted, now twisted in hate and anger as they raised their weapons against us. It was a nightmare come to life, and I knew that if we didn't act quickly, we would surely be eradicated.

 Betrayal stung my heart as those I had trusted raised their weapons against you. “Why, why would you protect me?” you ask sukuna. Sukuna gazed down at you with his head leaned on yours “Can’t have my master dying on me, I can’t get any stronger if there's no competition. Plus I’ve been itching to masacre these rodents, and you're just the person I would want to do that with” sukuna grins. "Let's give them hell!" you exclaimed, your voice booming with confidence. Sukuna's eyes widened in excitement, a feral grin spreading across his face. Together, you both leaped out from the fallen wall, ready to face whatever the battle had coming your way.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

‘you could say I’m fond of you.’ for the soft prompt 👀👀👀

@leothil also asked for this one! Send me soft fic prompts! Here’s the rest of the fills on ao3!

"You could say I'm fond of you," Buck says, head tilted almost sideways, the sort of twinkle in his eyes that Eddie always worried might prove fatal one day for the way it makes his heart squeeze in his chest.

"You could say that, huh?" He crosses his arms, mouth curving upward unbidden. He’s pretty sure Buck is actually saying “hehehe” as he leans forward, giggling, to kiss Eddie’s cheek. Eddie snorts and dodges the attempt, which just causes Buck to follow, until they’re chasing each other in dizzy little circles between the sink and the table. Buck catches him with an arm thrown around his waist, and plants a big wet kiss sort of on his cheek but mostly hitting nose and eye. Eddie laughs in a way that still surprises him, sometimes - a helplessly open thing, so much joy in his body that he has no reason or care to hide.

“Ahem.”

Well, maybe some reason. Maddie stands in the entryway to the kitchen with the squiggly kind of smile someone trying not to. Buck and Eddie are gently frozen around each other, no survival instinct to spring away and avoid capture.

Maddie holds out a hand. “Chim says you owe the PDA jar.”

Eddie makes an indignant sound as Buck throws back his head with a shout of laughter and then, terrible coward, flees the room.

“Nobody was in here! We’re not even at work! This is my house!” Eddie protests even as he digs to find his wallet.

Maddie puts a finger up, reciting “If more than four members of the 118 including the two of you are present at a gathering it counts as a work functio-“

Eddie slaps cash in her hand. “I don’t like your husband very much.”

She grins at him, and then raises an eyebrow. “Two dollars? That seems kind of steep.”

“Inflation’s been brutal.”

She laughs, pocketing her ill gotten bounty. Eddie expects her to return to the party but she stalls there, a curious look in her eyes. Eddie feels suddenly nervous. He counts Maddie as a friend, and he’s pretty certain they’re going to be in laws one of these days, but they haven’t spoken one on one very often and her expression reminds him of the one his own sisters would get when they were about to make his life a little more difficult. He’s started self consciously pretending to rearrange finger sandwiches when she speaks.

“It’s nice to see you being goofy.” When he huffs out a startled laugh she grins and tilts her head, so like her brother. “Evan- Buck is always goofy, no surprise there. But you’re… Funny, certainly, you’re sarcastic, but it’s nice seeing you be silly, Eddie.” She’s so sincere it makes Eddie duck his head, just a little. “You seem really happy. And you make Buck so happy.”

Eddie exhales more than laughs, a quick little sound of awed half-belief. It’s true, he knows it is. It hollows him out completely some days, looking at Buck and seeing such easy elation on his face, and knowing he has some part in putting it there fills up his empty form with light, or champagne, or some other metaphor for love given shape. “I’m glad to,” he says softly. “That’s all I- I want to make him happy, for the rest of our lives. I’m… honestly, the happiest I’ve ever been, and it’s because I get to share it with him.”

Maddie’s smile gets all squished and watery. “I can see why they charge you so much for public displays of affection, you romantic.”

Eddie laughs outright, shaking his head. “It’s the coffee fund anyway, I’d still just be spending it on his ridiculous lattes. This is only an extra step.”

Maddie puts her hand on her hip, gleeful and incredulous. “Okay, even that was stupidly sweet. Do I have to charge you again?”

“Have mercy,” he says, putting his hands up. “I have no more cash.”

“You wanna go mug my brother for it?”

Eddie laughs, and picks up the sandwich tray to bring outside. “Come on, let's go sick Chris on him.”

Later, when Buck sprawls to the ground like a sack of bricks under the gentle force of Chris’s tackle, Eddie tells him to give over extra money to the jar.

“Why?” He grins, sweaty from the chase and smelling like fresh grass.

“Preemptive payment.” Eddie bends down and kisses him thoroughly, ignoring the wolf whistles and groans from the audience. He pulls back just slightly, holding his happiness with two hands, and kisses sort of Buck’s cheek, but mostly his nose and eye. “You could say I’m pretty fond of you, too.”

[harveybwabbit92]

{R/n's ex-fiance shows up after having no-contact with her for years, thinking he could just move in and start back up where they left off.]

R/n, answering the door: What the hell are you doing here? and what's up wit' the U-haul?

Ex/n: Isn't it obvious? I've come back to you!

R/n: No.

Ex/n: Oh, c'mon are you still angry about that little hiccup?

R/n: Hiccup? You slept with my cousin two days before the wedding and ran off with them!

Ex/n: That's all water under the bridge baby, I'm all about you now.~

R/n, gags: Seriously, you're gonna make me puke!

Ex/n, looks R/n up and down: You're still looking good...even with the extra weight.

R/n: Wha-...I'm pregnant you dolt!

Ex/n: Pregnant?...Oh, I get it you got lonely without me around and decided to get a donor, makes sense who'd wanna make a baby with spoiled goods?

R/n, stares at him stunned: Excuse you?

Ex/n: Well, if you ask me, there's nothing more beautiful than a pregnan— *goes to touch R/n's belly*

Belial, appears and grabs his hand in vice like grip: Do it and you pull back a bloody stump.

Ex/n, pulls his hand back startled: wh-Who the hell are you?

R/n: Sorry, Ex/n. Lemme introduce you, this is Belial. My husband, and the father of this baby.

Ex/n: Husband?! I didn't hear anything about you getting married!

Belial: Of course you didn't, why should R/n have tell a poorly endowed cheating pus-maggot like you how her life is going?

Ex/n: We..well, b-Because she-

R/n: What, are you gonna say that "I love you"? Sorry to break it to you jackass, but that ship has long since wrecked and you have yourself to blame for it. Honestly, You should've seen this coming. It's pretty egotistic and delusional that you thought I'd wait for you after everything you've done.

Ex/n:

Ex/n:...This is bullshit!

Belial: No. What's bullshit is that ego of yours and thinking you could just move in with R/n after all this time.

Ex/n: Where am I supposed to live?!

R/n: I don't know and I don't care, go hug a cactus or something.

{Ex/n looked he was gonna lunge at R/n only for Belial to stand between then, Ex took a step back when he finally noted how much taller and bigger Belial was in comparison to his lanky frame, the larger man looked like he could pick Ex/n up and snap them over his knee like a twig.]

Belial: I think you should leave now, this whole situation is starting to piss me off... And trust me, you really don't want that.

[Belial briefly lets his projection slip allowing Ex to see his true form; Ex being the coward that he is went ghost white before running off the porch and ran passed the confused movers. The movers asked where to put Ex/n's things? and R/n made them put it all back on the truck and gave them the address of Ex/n's parents home and let them deal with him.]

[the-grimm-writer]

True form Sukuna fuck enemy sorcerer reader, that tried to delay him from destroying a village, dumb with both of his cocks, fucking right into her womb and deep into her ass all the while he's telling her how she makes a better slut than a sorcerer and then filling her up with so much cum that she ends up looking like she's on the last stage of pregnancy.

Whether he kills her afterward, takes her with him to make her his one hole, or just leaves her on the ground in the destroyed village I'll let you decide.

Tw: noncon, heavy monster fucking, belly bulges, anal, cum inflation, degradation. Sukuna's a bully

The moment the rumor that the king of curses, the infamous Sukuna, was heading into the nearby village, you ignored everyone else that immediately went into hiding. Instead, you gathered up all your weapons and got ready to confront him.

You should've realized from the very beginning that you wouldn't win. All you were warned about was Sukuna had once been a powerful sorcerer, now an even more powerful curse.

You were foolish, you thought, tears streaming down your face as you were slammed to the ground with ease.

"Stupid girl." The monster above you laughed, his booming voice condescending and cold. "You could've made things easier for yourself. But stubborn little fools always want to make things harder than they have to be, huh?"

A whimper left your throat as his four hands tore your clothes off your body. You screeched and thrashed around, trying hard to get away from him but all he did was hold onto you tighter.

"If not me someone will stop you!" You yelled, not yet ready to give up fighting despite knowing that you already lost. "Someone will put an end to this! You will be defeated."

"Really?" Sukuna grinned down at you. "Where is this supposed hero? Not here. Your beloved villagers aren't going to save you. No, the ones who survived are gonna continue to hide like spineless cowards and enjoy watching me make an example of you."

Tears burned in your eyes as you thrashed around in his grips, not liking how his multiple eyes wandered. You felt his hands wandering, one wrapping around your throat and holding on tight, two groping your breasts, twisting and pinching your nipples. You barely noticed his other hand pulling down his pants until you saw his cocks spring out, dread filling you as one pressed against your stomach and the other against your thigh. You didn't even want to think about how big they were.

"Please stop this." You pleaded, your eyes wide, avoiding looking down.

He chuckled. "I like when you beg. But you should be grateful the king of curses is giving you this. And you're going to be a good slut for me and take it." He tapped your cheek roughly. Not hard enough to leave a dark bruise, but hard enough to let you know he would if you tried to disobey him.

Sorcerers weren't supposed to cry, let alone beg for mercy. You felt ashamed of yourself for doing so when knowing it would never be granted to you.

He hummed, and you didn't like the sadistic gleam in his eye as they connected with your fearful ones. "Now, let's put this body of yours to some use." He threw you to the ground, pulling you up so you were on your hands and knees and lining his cocks up with each one of your entrances.

You weren't ready for it, screaming out as he shoved both his cocks inside you at once, with no concern about how it would feel to you. He groaned, the sound loud and gutteral as he thrust as much of himself into your holes as he could. Feeling them both stretch out at once was overwhelming in itself.

But every inch he pushed into you made you sob even more. You could already feel it deep in your stomach.

You continued trying to fight but two of his hands grabbed your arms, pinning your wrists together with one hand and the other wrapping around your throat again, pulling you close to him and making you arch your back for him. He kept his other two hands on your waist, forcing you to push down on him even deeper.

Sukuna licked his lips, almost lazily pushing into you. It was more fun to take it slow, your sweet wines and cries as your little holes clenched his cocks in an almost vice grip, your body having no choice but to accept the invasion.

Sharp pain went through you as his cock hit the tip of your cervix, and he couldn't help but laugh as you screamed as it pushed past it, your cunt clenching down on him even more as he broke past it into your womb.

Your entire body was shaking violently, trembling as you felt his hips press against your ass. You never thought it was possible to feel so full as you did.

Biting the bottom of your lip you focused your eyes on the ground as he began to thrust into you. Your breasts bounced hard the faster he went, making you wince at the sound of his skin slapping against your own.

Little bursts of pain shot across your stomach every time his cock pushed past your cervix. Every noise you made was drowned out by Sukuna's moans of satisfaction, air nearly being cut off every time he squeezed your throat.

His other cock in you didn't help anything, feeling like it was too big and too close together. Your ass hole throbbed, never having had any experience up until now. It was hard to tell which was worse.

You gasped as he came, him growling and pushing in deep. Thick hot ropes of cum shooting inside you, filling up both your holes at once. It didn't feel normal, the feeling making you shift and squirm in discomfort. You hoped that he was like a human, and he was done after cumming once. But that was shattered as you felt him start thrusting into you once again.

It had been a while since Sukuna let loose and had a good fuck like this. He almost forgot what it was like to have a cute little slut fall apart on his cocks, the perfect reward after destroying another village.

For a brief moment you were glad you were a sorcerer. If you were a regular human you were sure he'd have split you apart already. You whined, not being able to tell which was worse, the fact that it wouldn't kill you or you had to live through it.

He looked down at you with a smirk, smacking your ass hard. "Look at you, doing something right. You make for a better slut than you ever did a sorcerer.

You felt bloated as he came again and again, stomach stretching and heavy like you were pregnant. You sobbed silently, letting yourself go limp as he kept fucking into you. You no longer felt like a sorcerer, you barely felt human anymore. No now you just feel like a toy, something to be used for his enjoyment and that's it.

He chuckled, finally letting you drop to the ground once he finally had enough, amused as he watched loads of his cum spill out of you like a puddle. "I needed that." He sighed, pulling his pants back up.

For a moment, he watched you lay there limply. Did you die? It wouldn't be the first time Sukuna's went too far with one of his toys. He was going to walk away, not going to bother to see if you survived or not.

Then he noticed you twitch, making him pause just to look at what you were doing. Slowly, your shaky arm reached out in front of you, numb fingers digging into the dirt, trying to pull yourself up but collapsing each time you tried. There was no way you'd be able to get up, but it sure was cute watching you try.

"Oh?" He chuckled. "Now that's just adorable."

Honestly, he was just going to leave you there, not caring if you survived or didn't make it. You should've let him think you were dead, something you were going to immediately regret.

For a brief moment he was impressed. It was a rare occasion that a whore kept his attention after he fucked them. Then again, it wasn't often they still had any spark left in them afterwards when he was done. It made him wonder how much more you could take for him.

"Maybe all that training did pay off for something." He laughed, grabbing you by the hair and lifted you up. "I guess stubborn brats like you have some use after all."

Shaking your head, your ears rang from his mocking laugh as he watched you. "Please let me go! I - I won't ever get in your way again!"

"No you won't be." He agreed. "Cause you'll be by my side the entire time."

Worst of all, you almost felt grateful. There were much worse ways to die, knowing how brutal Sukuna truly was. Part of you would rather him continue using you like a toy rather than face his true wrath.

A grin made its way to his face as he sensed you giving in, going limp in his arms. "You're my whore now. And you will watch me burn every village to the ground as I fuck you in the ashes."

[jinxsmandalorianmalewife]

The Shadow and The Ice Queen- Part 2

You were So confused yet So not surprised….Of course your lack-of-common-sense older sister didn’t think that literally Marrying a man you Just Met is a bad idea. “Anna I don’t mean to be rude but as Your Brother I must ask Are You Sure?” Y/N said as he tried to get Anna’s brain to Actually Think in the common sense department. It didn’t work. “Yes I’m sure Y/N!” She said with a sure smile and shake of her head at his supposed nonsense. And Then Anna began to ramble about Wedding Plans….At least his Elder sister has common sense “wait! Slow down No ones brothers are staying here except for Ours and No ones getting Married” Elsa said as she Tried to derail Anna from making a mistake “Wait what!??” Anna said with surprise “May I talk to you please?!….Alone…” Elsa suggested with a nervous face as she held her hands together “No wha-whatever you have to say you can say to both of us!” Anna declared as she hugged Sideburns arms. “Fine You can’t marry a man you just met” FINALLY! Y/N thought while Elsa put on a straight calm face “You can if it’s true love” Anna said as she tried to justify her actions “Anna what do you know about true love” Elsa said with a low cold voice and straight face. “That Rich coming from the one who Never left her room” Y/N responded with a glare as the room oh so slightly darkened….nobody noticed. “Excuse me?” Elsa said with a somewhat shocked face. “You heard me Dear Elder sister. All you know is how to shut people out apparently or never give the time of Bloody day to be apart of their lives” Y/N wasn’t being nice This time. His words struck a nerve in Elsa…..and it hurt. Elsa decided to turn her attention back to Anna “Anna I’m sorry but my answer is no” she said as she began to move away from them “Your majesty if I may-“ Sideburns said as he got interrupted by Elsa. “No you may not and I-I think you should go. The party is over” she said to a guard “Close the gates” Elsa said as she had her back turned towards Y/N, Anna, and Prince southern sideburns. “What?“ Anna said with shock. “Elsa no-no wait!” Anna said as she grabbed Elsa’s glove which made her Gasp and panic slightly. Y/N’s eyes narrowed as he walked towards his sisters. “Give me my glove!” Elsa said as she Tried to reach for her glove. “Elsa please! Please I can’t live like this anymore” Anna pleaded. “Then Leave…” Elsa said with a hurtful face. “Oh wow really mature your Highness. Of course you push the Only person who gives a damn about you like this!” Y/N said as Elsa Tried to walk away. Her heart ached and her panic was High…Y/N’s words cut like blades that made her bleed and cry….she nearly was and so was Anna as she heard her little brother go off on Elsa “Enough Y/N!” Elsa said with a shaky voice “I WILL NOT!” Y/N said as the room became darker and this time people began to notice “YOU SHUT THE WORLD OUT! YOU SHUT ANNA OUT! YOU IGNORED MY EXISTENCE AND NOW THAT YOUR QUEEN YOU’LL CONTINUE TO LIVE ALONE IN THE DARK ITS LIKE YOUR AFRAID SO TELL US WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF?!” Y/N ranted with fury as his powers slowly consumed the room which few began to notice until- “I said ENOUGH!!!” With a wave of frustration from her hand she made a wall of spiked ice….and that’s when shock truly hit Y/N. “Sorcery….” Said the duke of Weasel town and weird dancing. “I knew there was something dubious going on here” he said as he cling like a coward to his larger guards arm….. “Elsa….” Anna said with shock. “All this……Time…..” Y/N Said as his eyes were wide and his mind put so many questions together….all this time…..She had bloody powers…..oh now it all makes Fucking sense…..and it made him Mad! Elsa then fled while Y/N walked away into the shadows and then disappeared into a shadowy cloud. He walked through the empty and Dark hallways as his mind raced with Hate and answers form years of questions. His footsteps made loud stomps while the shadows Darkened from his Anger. Y/N then saw his sister walking on frozen water…..and summer became winter……you watched her run…..and your glare could be felt by Elsa. CLIFFHANGER BITCHES!

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The Captain as Man, Mirror, and Medals.....

a 🚨Red Lever🚨 meta on The Captain appearing in a mirror (and a cracked one at that) in the opening credits of Ghosts and what that could mean in the context of s5e5 and beyond :-D

What do mirrors symbolise?

Briefly, they outer vs. inner perception; who we are vs. what we let people see/want people to perceive us as. Mirrors Cannot Lie, and thusly expose our reality. Reflections are often said to be a persons True Soul, an idea across many early civilisations. It wasn't reflected light rays hitting your eyeballs, it was you seeing your Soul.

But also, we are 'mirroring' people when we copy them, appearing unoriginal and inauthentic.

Captain as Portrait and Mirror -

Now, ghosts can't see their reflections or be captured on camera/film. We don't see Captain looking *into* the mirror, just what is shown to us: the outer self/controlled perception. Also, the way he is framed makes it look like a portrait, something signifying power, virtue, and importance.

What we *see* is a middle-aged man of supposed stature, with a collection of earned medals (reflected, they'd be the right way round, which they aren't irl).

A soldier.

A Truth, as Mirrors Can't Lie.

Portraits can be twisted, however, such as The Picture of Dorian Gray. In it, Dorian's portrait grows more grotesque because of his sins and vices, whilst retaining his external beauty over many, many years.

Captain, likewise, is forever going to look the age he died, much like how Dorian is forever the age of when he got the portrait made. (Not saying they're similar in personality or really any deeper than that, just thought it note worthy.)

It'd be remiss to forget that in the opening creds, Robin is next to the mirror, flickering a lamp.

He is litterally shedding light on the mirror, implying a deeper meaning/more to be understood about what's there. There's also the fact that the mirror is cracked (cracked? definitely distorted).

Cracked Mirror Symbolism -

Cracked Mirrors can be seen as a form of deception: if distorted they can warp the image presented (even when we expect the truth from them), making things appear closer than they actually are (a common occurance in fairytales, for example), or taller/bigger/wider/fractured.

Some people believe broken mirrors weaken the spirit of a departed person. Oscar Wilde famously used this belief to mark a characters' death in, you guessed it, Dorian Gray.

It's worth noting that Dorian Gray is also the story that led to Wilde's imprisonment for homosexuality.

Cracked Mirrors are notably bad luck in many cultures, too. Romans believed that Gods observed them through mirrors, so breaking them was severing that connection, thusly having the Gods curse you with bad luck.

Ultimately, cracked mirrors present a fractured sense of self, where the inner and the outer are at odds with one another, or there is discontent in one or the other. Perhaps both.

What does this mean for Captain?

Well, we *see* a man of stature/inportance with war medals. Virtuous.

In actuality, the medals were always forever out of his grasp (making things look closer than they are) as he never left Britain, as much as he maybe would have liked to. He stole the medals to deceive the Veterans by façading (being inauthentic/copying/mirroring) as one of them, but bad luck had him put them on clearly wrong to all but him. If he had a mirror, he could've fixed it.

He was most likely one of the lowest ranking people in that room, in a house he once had control over, but no longer did.

Those actions directly led to his death, where he forever is entrapped with and condemned to wear unearned medals.

Of course, he most likely wanted to be perceived as integral/noble by people, but he just wasn't. He thinks himself a coward, wearing a mask, and forever will be. It's no wonder that in his purgatory/button house afterlife, he elects to seek control over how people see him. He's just The Captain.

some extra things I wanna throw in here

Captain died looking into Havers' eyes. He could probably see his own reflection at his end. But at least it was in the eyes of someone who truly knew him and loved him. For him. Told him as much. Because Mirrors Can't Lie.

Also, one way to rid yourself of the bad luck caused by breaking a mirror is, apparently, touching a tombstone with one of the shards and burying it deep down innthe ground where spirits can't find it, at nighttime.

So here are some completely random images.