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monicahar · 2 days ago

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bark like you want it...?

in which you jokingly treat them like a pet.

characters; phainon, mydeimos, anaxagoras

— gender neutral reader, established relationships, fluff, sugestive at anaxa's part, need ts after the hellscape the current amphoreus is in andddd hi yes im back with a kinda fun idea and uhhhh yeah sleep pronto (*ﾟ▽ﾟ)ﾉ

it was supposed to be all fun and games. you'd say 'sit' and you'd expect him to raise a brow or two before whining about how you're treating him rudely. instead and very much contrary, the next second, PHAINON is immediately sat without question.

"well, you told me to sit!" is his meek excuse, turning red just as fast when you doubled over and laughed for a minute straight.

you think it's weird and cute. he thinks it's betrayal.

"is it so bad that i want to please you?" he says weakly whilst patting down his attire upon as he stood up straight, still burning up in sheer embarrassment. it's truly a sight to see someone as proud as him get shy. "as if it's my fault..."

you disregard his mutterings as you finally calm your giggles down, "to that extent, though? what if i asked you to bark? hm?"

phainon displays a waver in confidence, constructing his words carefully and said, "well, i'd do anything for you," he then slides you a sidelong look, one that's clearly not impressed. "even if it's something like... barking and sitting on command."

it looked like it pained him to say the last part.

still, you're unable to keep the corners of your lips at bay, genuinely elated at his response.

but unfortunately for him, there always has to be a catch when it comes to your very-easy-to-tease boyfriend...

so you let your lashes flutter, watching carefully as his smile grows a tad wary at your shift in demeanor.

"phainon... you sure you're not into this?"

the future leader of the chrysos heirs — your cute little snowy, explodes into another burst of red, looking as scandalized as you expected.

"wha — what is that supposed to mean?!"

his pouty expression makes him look like a kicked puppy now that you think more about it — of which reminds you the way he begs for attention and kisses, is eager to please, also likes your praise, and often sulks in a corner whenever you don’t... like a puppy.

the resemblance is almost uncanny. how amusing.

"maybe you were a dog in your past life,"

"..."

"...um, are you going to elaborate?"

you simply smile in return.

MYDEI stares like you'd slapped him across the face when you tell him to roll over.

"what?" you prod further when he doesn't say anything in response, "you shy or something?"

a glint appears in his eyes and you already know what he's going to say next.

"there's no such thing in the kremnoan langua —"

"mydei," you stare back, rid of all humor. he stares back, equally fiery. "roll. over."

you can practically see all the stages of grief flash in his eyes within mere seconds, weighing his options against you. you inspect your nails in an attempt to hide your anticipation. mydei is a wildcard if anything.

would he pretend he didn’t hear anything? probable. would he be mean about it? probable too. would he actually go along with it? pfft, yeah, and pigs would start falling from the sky —

to your most and utter horror, he starts lowering himself to the ground.

you shriek and stop him from continuing any further by grabbing a hold of his shoulders. (drool...) "hey, hey! i was kidding, you freak!"

"who are you calling a freak?" he snaps, not looking very intimidating as he's already kneeling down on one knee before you. "and i'm just following as you told me, am i not?"

"y-yeah but..."

he stands up, half-heartedly glaring you down. "i set aside my pride for your antics and you halt me. why?"

"it's more like why were you about to go along with something that's obviously said in jest..."

"hm. aglaea told me that you would often have weird tendencies and commands," he shrugs your hand off of his shoulder, "and that i should obey them without question if i want a... happy you. something ridiculous like that."

your jaw hangs open. mydei akwardly closes it shut. "you... you consult aglaea about... me?"

he gives you a weird look, "relationships, to be more exact. and why wouldn't i? you're a lot of work."

you deflate, "that's mean, mydei."

the proud chrysos heir shifts his footing, frowning at the air like it wronged him. his words are strained yet truthful, "i just... want to make you happy. that is all."

oh my.

you couldn't hold it any longer and proceed to jump him, whilst pigs do start falling from the sky.

it's pretty much established that ANAXA would yoink you out of the room should you decide to pull that on him during one of his lectures. in front of his students? yeah, you're grounded whether you liked it not.

though, it'd be a completely different story outside such settings...

currently sifting through scrolls sprawled out on his desk was the man of the hour himself, and having decided to accompany him in your free time — your boredom had long kicked in before the idea popped into your mind.

you approach him quietly, before placing your hand on top his head.

"who's a good boy?"

his gaze does not waver from the surface of his desk, but you do catch his contemplative expression freezing for a short moment.

"if you wanted a chalk to your face, you could've just said so."

how romantic. you really can't go a day without your loving boyfriend.

you beam at him, pretending like he hadn’t just threatened you with his 'teaching' gun tool. "that's not very good of you, anaxa. want me to punish you?"

"i believe you're acting up because you haven't gotten plentiful rest. be a dear and go back to your room, will you?"

"you want me gone?" you playfully pout up at him, finally earning his attention as he directs his gaze towards you — a brow raised. "you're being reallyyy bad, right now. i can't believe you'd kick me out just like that."

a sigh escapes anaxa. his singular eye opens to stare you down. you subconsciously gulp down your nerves. did you provoke him too much?

"unprofessional conduct by reffering to me casually during work hours, petting me like some dog and threatening to punish me... pranks like these shall not be tolerated." his eye twinkles in something akin to amusement, "i'll take care of you later."

the tension reaches a stalemate.

your brain short-circuits.

"uh, what do you mean by —"

"you know i dislike it when people ask questions they already know the answer to," as cryptic as ever, he spares you one last glance before returning his attention down to the scrolls laid upon his desk.

heeding his warning of sorts, you depart and stand outside his office — unmoving.

you seem to have brought upon yourself another day of being... unable to walk.

3.4 is taking forever...

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seungfl0wer · 7 months ago

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*𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆*

Pairing: Puppy!Hybrid Jisung x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Hint at Choking, Oral(F), Knotting, Multiple: Orgasms, Rounds, Creampies, Unprotected Sex, Biting, Slight breeding kink/Praise Kink, Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings

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You woke up to the sound of whimpering at your door. You stretched looking at the time, it was midnight. You rolled out of bed groggily opening your door to see Jisungs face all flushed red.

“What’s wrong pup?” You asked.

“I- can you help me?” He asked.

You tilted your head looking at him confused from his question. However when you looked down you realized what he was talking about. The tent that poking out from his pants had you blinking. He looked like he was almost in pain whimpering as if he was about to cry.

Neither of you had ever done anything with one another. Jisung has never even asked you about finding him a mate like you were told you’d have to do for him. You didn’t know what to do honestly. The look on his face though made your heart crumble, you just wanted to help him.

“Come here pup I’ll help you ok?” You said.

You watched as his ears perked, his tail wagging back and forth. He walked into your room with you both of you being a bit nervous.

“You sure pretty? You’re ok with this? I- I don’t want to make you uncomfortable” he said softly.

“Of course, I always wanna help you Ji” you said sweetly.

That’s all it took for the nerves of his to subside. He cupped your face kissing you softly, he was a messy kisser but it was kinda hot? He lapped at your lips his tongue darting into your mouth. His hands found their way to the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head. His lips came back to you this time at your neck. He sucked marks on your neck nipping at it slightly before moving downwards.

He nibbled at your nipples moaning at the feeling of your soft flesh. He started moving his hips against the bed trying to help himself. “Need- need to taste you- now” he groaned out before moving downwards. He kneaded at your plush skin as he made his way down. He pulled quickly pulled your shorts down whining at the sight of you. You had no panties on, cunt dripping from the small contact from him.

He dove quickly into your heat lapping at your juicy folds. He darted his tongue in and out of you just as sloppy as his kisses. Your hands found their way to his hair tugging on it softly. “Jisung- ah- fuck-“ you moaned out.

“Am I doing good?” He said looking up at you. God those big brown eyes of his could get him away with murder.

“Doing so good pup, such a good boy for me” you said. You could see his tail wagging more the praise making him moan into your cunt. He pulled his pants down ridding himself of all his clothes. He reattached himself to your cunt sucking on your clit. You fold his fingers graze against your entrance before pushing into you slowly. He could have came from the sound you made alone.

Moaning loudly, pulling his hair harder. “M’close pup, fuck- you’re doing so well” you moaned. His eyes were glazed with want needing to taste everything you could give him. He moved his fingers in and out of you curling them as he hit your most sensitive spots. If you didn’t know it you’d think he’d done this before. How was he so good?

Your body arched legs pressing against his face as you came hard around his fingers his tongue lapping at everything. He wouldn’t dare let any of it go to waste. Before you knew it he was pulling you to him pushing his aching cock into you. You both moaned out in unison. The sounds of skin smacking against one another filled the room with the sounds of your moans intertwined.

He fucked into you fast, some kind of instinct taking over him. He gripped at your hip before pulling out. He flipped you over putting you on your hands and knees. You didn’t even have time to process before he was pushing back into you. His cock felt even deeper, like it was pushing past your cervix. He fucked into you hard, gripping at your skin even harder.

He leaned down, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. The pain only fueled the pleasure you were feeling. “Jisung! Fuck- fuck- I’m gonna cum!” You screamed out. Your hands gripped at the sheets feeling your high quickly approaching. He growled into your ear, hand coming around to grip at your neck softly.

Your high crashed over you, body trembling from overstimulation. He growled again this time a bit deeper “gonna take my knot? Ah- fuck- gonna be stuck together” he groaned. With one more thrust his knot pushed past your entrance. You could feel him twitching inside you, his hot cum coating every part of your insides.

Your body shook even harder, the feeling of being so full being almost too much. He stopped his movements almost completely until he felt your cunt clenching around him. He grinned his hips into you more whimpering out. “Can’t- stop” he said his head rolling back.

He moved his hips as much as he could his nails digging into your hips. His head rested in the crook of your neck as he rutted his aching cock into you. “Gonna- fill- fill you so full until your swollen with my pups” he moaned out. The words at that time didn’t quite register only nodding agreeing to whatever he said.

His hand came down to toy with your clit before sinking his teeth once more into your shoulder. His cock slowly pulling out of you as best as it could. He was grinding into you at a harsh rate his knot still fully keeping you stuck to one another.

“Ji- to much- I’m- I’m- fu-ck” you mumbled out feeling your body trembling once again. All the pleasure and pain was to much as you came hard once more, this time squirting all over your bed. The feeling made jisung proud, his cock unloading in you once more.

His body fell to the side his arms wrapping around you. His cock buried deep inside you still. He hummed contently licking your cheek softly. You both quickly fell asleep after everything curled up in one another.

The morning came, you slinking out of bed to make breakfast and clean yourself up from the night. When jisung finally woke up strolling into the kitchen he smiled seeing the marks he left on you.

As the days went by while you were sitting on the couch you mentioned to him your friend had a pretty hybrid he might like. He pouted looking at you “but you’re my mate” he said.

You blinked looking at him “what do you mean?” You asked.

“Y/n- most hybrids mate for life- you are my mate” he said punctuating those last words.

You were all his, there was no denying it. Especially not with the marks that still littered your body. You smiled a bit to yourself looking over at him “I- guess I am”

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carllgrimesgf · 7 months ago

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Enemies? Yeah Right.

PAIRING: Carl Grimes x Fem Reader

Genre: smut

WARNING: MDNI! 18+, making out, cursing, choking, pnv, public?, a bit of thigh riding, hair pulling, nicknames (be warned), cry kink, SMUT, etc.

Summary: You and Carl got into another fight like always but this time he couldn’t stop what he was doing when he saw you hanging out with Ron.

Note: there no outbreaks here btw I think most of the stories that I’m gonna post here is “no outbreak” and if there anything I miss lmk!

You really don’t know how you got here on your knee’s sucking carl off. One minute you talking to Ron at the library picking comic’s for your next read then the second you’re being dragged by a very angry Carl. Right now the both of you are in a section between two book cases full of books choking on his dick. Anyone who would pass by you both would be traumatized for the rest of their life

“Yeah, just like that baby fuck.” Carl muttered closing his eye and throwing his head back holding your hair in a ponytail. Pushing you’re head further down his thick length making you gagged, you moan loving the feeling of his tip hitting down your throat it hurts like hell making your eye’s watery but you still love it

“Shh, it’s okay baby you’re doing good just a little longer”

Whining your hands go down to your clit playing with it ignoring how slippery it is. You thank to yourself in the head for wearing a skirt after all it was hot. Taking your hands away you put them on his thighs “No don’t that. Take your fucking hands off.” He ordered making you take your hands off of his thighs, tearing falling down your face. Seeing you cry made him lose it

“Shit, shit, I’m close. Oh fuck.” He said grunting as he fill your mouth full of his cum. Pulling your head off of him. He grabs your jaw in a firm but gentle hold “Open.” He ordered again making you open your mouth seeing it empty as you swallowed his cum

“Good girl.”

He roughly grab your arm pushing your body against the bookshelf facing him. Grabbing your throat, choking you lightly before bringing you into a rough kiss making you whine. You press your thigh together trying to get rid of your throbbing cunt wanting attention, but as always Carl always one step ahead knowing what you want still kissing you roughly

He pulls you lace panties to the side slipping his cock in between your thigh not putting it in your pussy and grinds between them making you whimper. He groans loving the feeling of your wetness on his cock. Oh, how much he love this. he dream of this ever since he got that one dream of you riding him feeling how tight you where making him go faster. His tip would sometimes slip in your tight hole making you gasp

And he doesn’t forget he is still mad about seeing you close with Ron earlier.

Pulling away from the kiss and from you he faces you towards the bookshelf your back facing him. Moving your hips back wanting to feel him but only to reserve your hair being pulled back making your head look up to the ceiling before you can speak he slipped his cock in you, making you gasp in pain due to his thickness but also in pleasure. your eyes rolling back feeling him moving

He didn’t give you time to adjust to his size as he began moving in and out of you rough and fast. Hearing the skin slapping together made him even more harder going faster than ever not caring if someone hears or sees them fucking his little slut out. Letting moans and whimpers out feeling the tip of his cock hit your g-spot

“Who’s cock better mine or his huh?”

“Y-yours”

“Who’s?”

Yelping as he pulls your hair back making your back arch “Yours, Yours!” You said your body shaking in pleasure as he keeps going in and out. Letting out a ‘mhm’ he begin sucking on your neck marking you as his. He want to let everyone know your his that you’re his only and no one’s. Not Ron, or fucking asher who he caught you talking too making him feel jealous. Moving his head away from your neck, panting in your ear her let’s go of your hair moving his hand down to your clit rubbing and pinching it. He moans feeling you squeeze him

“You gonna cum slut?”

“Mhm, mhm”

“Cum. cum all over my cock milk it with your cream”

You squeezing him so tight, you cum covering his cock him following after you he spilled his cum inside of you not caring if you get pregnant. after all, he wants you to be his

Pulling out with a hiss he hold’s you making sure you don’t fall. Looking down at your legs shaking he smirk at what he created before planting a small kiss on your forehead. After sometime he lets you go pulling his boxers and pants up fixing himself and then fixing you

He hug you feeling bad for going rough on you “you’re mine okay?” He said softly against your hair “But we are enemies..” you told him your mind a bit foggy. Carl chuckles “I don’t care. You’re mine now princess.” Kissing you softly and gently

Tags: @carlgrimesgfofficial @shadowybasementmiracle

Note: I’m still sick it’s been like 3 days I think. And by the end of this short story I actually throw up due to dizziness so this might be my last story until I get better maybe?. But here this! If there any mistakes lol pls!

#carl grimes #the walking dead #chandler riggs #carl x reader #carl grimes x oc #amc the walking dead #carl grimes smut

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heartpiratedrabbles · 1 year ago

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His Hat

Prompt: Courtesy of @tsunderedonut: Imagine Law putting his hat on his shy, vulnerable S/O that's riding him for the first time.

NSFW

Trafalgar Law X Reader

You have confidence. You’re courageous. You weren’t self-conscience at all. When it came to your job. Being a mechanic for the Polar Tang was like a dream job for you. You stayed in the boiler room watching levels go up and down and you knew exactly how to fix any leaks or breaks that came about. You were ecstatic when the Surgeon of Death came to your shore so long-ago needing repairs and just so happened to see you’re value onboard the ship after fixing everything, eagerly packing your bags to join the crew.

You were not, however, prepared for love. Despite being on the world for over 2 decades, you had only gone on one hap-hazard date that your friend had set you up on, and needless to say it ended up awful. The man flirted with your roommate right in front of you, and despite your naivety, even you knew what he was doing. Plus, with a few undesirable stalkers here and there, you decided dating wasn’t for you. And so, your short, non-existing love life had come to an end.

That is until you joined the Heart Pirates. After getting to know everyone on board you realized your feelings for your captain burned like a wild fire. It was dangerous and weird, being completely new territory compared to what you have felt before. At first you had thought it was some ship-madness, you were warned by your captain/doctor when you arrived that it could take a while to get use to life on a submarine, even more so when they rarely surfaced. But as you went about your duties and getting to know the crew, you realized that your heart never beat that fast around the others, even so you tried to deny such feelings.

You got close to Penguin as he often came to the boiler room for menial tasks and found more out about, your captain. Despite his cold, non-caring demeanor, he always made sure everyone was alright. And although he didn’t show it, he did enjoy the antics played by the crew. Although he demanded his alone time, he was just as often to be found in the rec-room watching as others drank or played a game. Penguin also clued you in that once a month Law joined in on any game of the crews picking to stay connected.

And it wasn’t until you were drinking alongside Penguin, that he confronted you, “So you like Law huh?” He chattered out after taking a swig of his glass. You choked on what you were drinking, nearly spitting it out at his words, your face turning the brightest shade of red he had ever seen. “Jeez, blush any harder and the rest of your body won’t have any blood,” He had laughed out at your reaction.

“What?!?” You practically yelled at him, you felt your body stiffen at the thought and you could hear Shachi in the background ask if Penguin was bullying you. “I don’t like anyone. Never have,” You tried to reason taking the last swig of your drink, you didn’t know the feelings of love. The uncomfortable, painful feelings of unrequited love that made you dumb in the mind and weak in your knees, stomach slightly queasy at the thought of someone.

“Please, you only pay attention to my ramblings when I’m talking about him. No need to be shy Y/N,” Penguin grinned out before reaching over to fill your glass up again, “Just relax. Feelings aren’t going to hurt you.” You looked around to see if anyone else was listening in but other than Shachi glancing at you two from across the room, everyone else seemed occupied.

The thought of sharing your life with someone, with Law of all people, everything from the simple hand holding to the fantasies of sharing a bed, going on small dates and being marked in one way or another. You shake your head violently to get rid of such things before downing your entire glass. “There’s no way Penguin.” You squeaked out not making eye contact with him.

“Denile will get you no where Y/N. Just accept it, I didn’t realize you were such a virgin when it came to matters of the heart,” He laughed at your misery, and how your eyes fixed on a portion of the table in front of you.

“I don’t have feelings Penguin! Feelings are messy squishy things that don’t make sense. I’m not stupid enough to let something I can’t control distract me from my life,” You pipe out quickly, grabbing the bottle from the man’s hands to take another swig. He smirked at you, unconvinced of your words, “Just because I sometimes think about him doesn’t mean anything!” You immediately stop, eyes wide as you look at Penguin, whose smirk has turned into a full toothed grin.

“You’re right! Feelings don’t make sense. But you can’t stop them from happening,” He gleefully said, “Excuse me one second.” You watch as he stood up, “You owe me 20 Berries Shachi!” He yelled across the room while walking over to the grumbling crewmember.

You slam your head against the table with a ‘thud’. Feelings. Sure, you imagined how it would feel like to have the captain by your side, to be able to capture his eyes and keep him for yourself. You held your breathe at such thoughts, that could never happen. Hiding your face in your arms, you heard Penguin return to his seat but you couldn’t look at him.

Over the next couple of weeks, the pair would make quips and remarks of your crush if you were alone with them, instantly making you freeze like an ice cube. The prodding from them had made your feelings all the more evident to yourself and it had made it harder and harder to bury such fuzzy emotions. You weren’t the most social of person, but now you found it harder than ever to talk to anyone, the embarrassment and fear of them finding out about your unrequited feelings being too much for you to bear. The only time you’d be able to speak confidently is if it was about work, it was easy to avoid emotions when you had to think in facts and bury them with work.

That is, until you noticed a particularly important part starting to show signs of breaking. Best to take care of it now than be in trouble later, you headed to your Captains office for approval to buy the new part. He hadn’t been expecting you but happily let you into his quiet office. You stood in front of his desk explaining the issue and how it’d be better to replace it now and he seemed to agree.

But as you turned to leave, he called out, “Y/N-ya,” you stopped in your tracks. Had one of your maintenance reports not been up to par? You’re back still turned to him your mind was reeling at what you could have messed up but you were certain there was no way you would turn in half-assed work. And then, your mind suddenly stopped. Realizing where you were, who you were talking to. Your heart beating faster, cheeks turning slightly red. “I’ve noticed you’ve been avoiding me recently,” Law’s voice rang out in the room, his smooth deep voice, addressing you and not something to do with your job. “Did I do something wrong?”

You pick your head up slightly at the last sentence, snapping around to face him head on, frantically trying to reassure that it has nothing to do with him, “I just haven’t been feeling well-“ You quickly pipe out not thinking of anything else as you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

Law perks up at your sudden excuse, immediately standing up, taking long strides to get to you quickly. A hand immediately going to your forehead, freezing at the sudden contact you feel your cheeks burn up, “You do seem to have a fever,” He muttered to himself before activating his powers to transport the both of you to the med bay. “Sit down real quick,” He demanded as he went to grab a stethoscope.

It was hard to breathe. Here you were with a stupid school-girl crush, making your Captain worried over nothing. Yet you couldn’t quite seem to find the right words, trying to push off your illness as a quick thing that’d be gone soon. But Law would hear none of it. Quickly he listened to your heart, asking you to breathe in and out as you whine out that it’s truly nothing. It’s not until he places a hand on your back to keep you from shying away that he realized your heart beating faster at his own touch.

He quickly glanced up at your face, that you were desperately trying to hide from him by staring at the far corner away from him. “Are you truly unwell Y/N-ya?” He firmly asked, demanding a truthful answer.

And just like that your Captain found out your feelings for him. You rushed to your room the second you felt his touch leave you to ignore the rejection you refused to hear. And it wasn’t until the next day that Law had come to find you of his own accord, asking you out on a date the next time they reached land.

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That was months ago, 6 months to be precise. And ever since you had been dating the man in front of you. You still couldn’t believe it, it felt unreal. “It seems like your mind is elsewhere love,” He leaned up to give you a peck on the lips, gently taking your hands in his.

You had decided to try and be forward yourself this time round, and couldn’t help but feeling like backing out now. You had certainly had sex before but it was never like this, not when the lights were still on, not when you could see his reactions. The simple fact sending your head reeling at how hot Law was underneath you.

You had lured him back to his room, claiming you needed to talk to him. You had been slightly jealous of how he was talking to a bar maiden on land and immediately confronted him, only now losing your nerve. The second he stepped into the room you had slammed the door shut and pushed him on the bed, straddling him before you were going to ride him. But the second you got on top of him your mind started working again. This was also the first time you were truly on top of him, looking down at him, seeing how he stared back up at you with heat in his eyes. You cheeks become more red as you avoid his gaze.

“What were you going to do now that we’re alone?” Law smirks while looking at you, no doubt enjoying how flustered you looked. He gripped your hips before jutting his own up into you. You fall forward, the movement snapping you out of your daze.

“I. I was,” You try to stutter out as he lifts your shirt up, and you let him rip it off you, his eyes staring right into you. You look down slightly, still avoiding eye contact, “I was gonna remind you that your mine.” You whisper, embarrassed at the thought now.

Law gleefully shifts, taking off his own shirt in the process, “And how were you going to do that?” He urges you to continue. Law enjoyed watching how flustered you could get, despite dating for a decent amount of time you still couldn’t control yourself in situations where he’s giving you all his attention. Looking down at him, you quickly cover his eyes with one of your hands.

“No looking,” You whine out as you start to get off him, “You have to give me a second.” Law chuckles a bit but goes to move his hat, which had fallen a couple inches away when you pushed him, over his eyes, assuring you he won’t take a peek. After a quick second of making sure he can’t see you, you stand up fully.

You look at the man in front of you before turning around, taking off your pants quickly, glancing over your shoulder just to be sure. Law decides humming will distract him in this situation. Frustrated at your playful boyfriend, you get to work on his pants, him lifting his hips slightly to help you undress him. His cock springing up as you release it from its cloth prison.

Law lets you widen his legs as you kneel between them, stopping just inches away from his dick. You see movement from the corner of your eye and snap your head back up, “No peeking!” You yell out more embarrassed at your own actions than anything else. Law puts his arm back down, deciding to keep quiet for the time being.

You take one more deep breath before you wrap your lips around him. Slowly bobbing your head up and down, covering his member in saliva. The salty taste of his precum making you go insane with desire. Your slow pacing doesn’t seem up to Law’s standards as he bucks his hips forward, making you gag in the process. You place both your hands on his hips to try and control your boyfriend, and while he didn’t stop entirely from pumping his hips towards your head, he was a little gentler.

“Fuck Y/N-ya,” Law groaned out when you sat up, leaving his cock wanting for more. You looked up to make sure he still couldn’t see you and sighed when you saw the hat still in place. Readjusting yourself to now be sitting on him again you could hear him take a sharp breath. His throbbing cock in one hand, aiming it towards your entrance as you sink down on him slowly. It felt completely different than normal. You were in control, and every inch was touching you in places you didn’t think was possible. The pleasure already overwhelming.

You try to hold in your own moan as you sink lower, feeling impossibly full as he bottoms out in you. You sit there for a second, hands on Law’s abs to steady yourself, holding your breath at this new pleasure you’ve discovered before grinding your hips, feeling him deep inside you. You finally remember to breathe after Law decides to thrust up into you, falling forward on his chest as he wraps his arms around you, pinning you to him. You gasp for air, moaning his name as he sets a brutal pace.

“L-Law,” You moan out in frustration and you look up to see him shift his head to peek out from under the hat, with an absolutely devilish grin on his face.

He places a kiss on your forehead, “Yes love?” He thrusts into you again and you wiggle one of your arms free, prying yourself out of his arms to sit back up. Only to be met with another wave of pleasure at the different angle. You mind becoming empty of most thoughts as you hear the man below you chuckle. He reaches up taking his hat and placing it on your head, caressing your body before landing both his hands on your hips. You gasp a bit as he holds you down slightly, feeling him twitching inside you.

With some encouragement from his large hands, you start to ride Law like there’s no tomorrow. Barely being able to breathe yourself as he hits every sensitive part of you. Every now and then stopping to feel how full you feel with him in you. Tears brimming your eyes as your mind is flooded with pleasure and lust.

Laws eyes devour you, savoring every inch as he watches you bounce on him. Your head lulled back and forth; mouth hung open as you scream his name. His hat would be covering your eyes if you hadn’t been continuously pushing it up before going back to steadying yourself on him. The sight before him being a drug he never knew he was addicted too until you had come around. He feels you twitch around him and he stops his own thrusts, gripping your hips to stop you from moving any further.

“Law!” you scream out at the lack of movement, grinding your hips for any friction. He smirks up at you, not responding, watching as you desperately try to bounce despite not being able too. Law slowly raises his hips, holding your hips in the same spot, reaching deeper than before and it begins to feel like it too much. You cry trying to squirm, move, anything to help relieve the pressure that was making you insane. “Please Law,” you beg him to do something.

You can barely see his face underneath you, the hat falling over your eyes, but you’re certain Law has a smirk on his face as he ignores your pleads. Gasping for air you finally fall forward, gripping your boyfriends’ shoulders, “It’s too much- Please Law,” You beg into his chest trying to move even an inch over feeling how deep he is. How you can still feel him twitch slightly inside of you at every moan and plead. Making your mind numb from the overwhelming pleasure and pressure building up.

After a quick second, Law lifts your chin with one of his hands, the other still firmly planted on your hip, “You’re adorable Y/N-ya.” Law whispers it while staring right into your tear stained eyes, kissing you gently before suddenly flipping you over so that you are now on your back. How he stayed inside of you was a mystery but the feeling drove you insane as he hooking both your legs over his shoulders, pounding into you fast and hard.

You try to grip the bed underneath you to stabilize yourself before you looked up to see how Law was looking at you. The insatiable devil in front of you looking directly at all the faces you made as you continued to moan his name. The realization of what he was doing, angling every now and then and licking his lips as you twisted about, he loved watching you. You quickly grab the brim of his hat, pulling it over your face to avoid his gaze.

This brought about 2 different things in this intense moment. One was the immense and heavenly smell of Law’s hair, the shampoo he used that drove you crazy while you played with his hair, and the second being Law leaning forward, your legs still hooked over his shoulders as he continued to ruin you. Crying out as he stole your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth while adjusting his hat to be properly on your head. “Don’t hide from me,” He growled out in desire before recapturing your lips.

You move your hands to wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss while one hand rakes its way through his hair and the other digging your nails into his back. You could feel your orgasm approaching quickly and you tugged at his hair to release your lips, “Law please. I want you to cum~”

He leans down to leave marks on your neck as you scream out his name, “Are you ready?” He asks one last time into your ears and you can barely reply to him as pleasure is overfilling you. Law quickly following suit, slowing down only after you felt him fill you. The both of you stay there for a second, catching your breaths.

Law’s the first one to move, slowly pulling out and gently putting your legs down, knowing how they were numb at this point. You groan at soreness from being empty but can feel his seed slipping out of you. “This is dangerous,” Law smiles at you from his standing position as you stare at him, still on cloud nine.

“What is?” You mutter out, looking at him from half-lidded eyes.

He leans down close to you, giving a gentle kiss before peppering them down your neck to your collarbone, “You only wearing my hat. It’s absolutely hypnotic.” He breathes into your neck with lust still in his voice.

#One Piece #One Piece X Reader #One Piece Smut #Trafalgar Law #Law X Reader

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sylusblr · 4 months ago

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a/n; this is an alternate universe where dragon!sylus and mc meet in childhood. the characters in this fiction are children. good reading <3

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it was a cool and quiet day. she sat among the crimson flowers, waiting for him. this was their meeting place, and she always felt excited while waiting for him. she pressed her small hands against her chest, never taking her eyes off the sky because she knew he would come from there. when she saw a silhouette approaching with the sound of wings, her eyes sparkled. "sylus!" a wide smile spread across her face as she immediately stood up.

sylus landed near her, catching his breath. his heart was pounding just as fast. when he saw her running toward him, he smiled and opened his arms to catch her. without hesitation, she threw herself into his embrace, hugging him tightly. "you're late!" she scolded, furrowing her brows and tugging at his horn. sylus chuckled. "i had to make sure no one saw me, my lady," he said playfully, bowing in front of her, she couldn't hold back her laughter. "your apology is accepted."

they sat together, looking at the view. the field full of flowers looked magical, and the wind carried their scent to their noses. there was a peaceful silence, an atmosphere beyond words. she was watching the scenery, but sylus was watching her. they shared the quiet together.

"what does it feel like to be human?" sylus suddenly asked. she turned to him, her eyes widening. "what do you mean?"

a bittersweet smile appeared on his face as he looked away. he remained silent for a moment. "being human, feeling like them, loving and living like them… what does it feel like?"

she blinked, thinking about how to answer. "it's not much different," she murmured softly, unsure if that was the answer he was looking for. sylus turned his glowing ruby-red eyes to her, a deep sorrow in his gaze. "what do you mean? there must be obvious differences between humans and monsters. i am feared and unwanted, but you are loved."

her eyes widened in surprise, and for a few seconds, she just stared at his face. "monster?"

sylus touched his horns, gripping them as if he wanted to tear them off. "why wasn’t i born as a human?" his voice was strained, as if he were fighting back tears. the hands clutching his horns started to tremble, and he buried his face in his knees. his small body, but most of all, his soul, was in pain. "i can't make myself look human, i can't live like them. but all i ever wanted was to be accepted." and at last, he let his tears fall down his cheeks, unable to hold them back any longer. "maybe then… even you and i could be together…"

her eyes welled up, and she felt like she was drowning in his despair. she couldn't help him; her hands were tied. there was a lump in her throat. she wanted to reach out, to wipe his tears away, to tell him everything would be okay—but what good would it do? she couldn't change how he saw himself. "do you think humans can’t become monsters?" she finally asked.

sylus lifted his head and looked at her, narrowing his eyes. "what do you mean by that?"

she smiled gently and took his trembling hands that were still gripping his horns. "you are everything, but you are not a monster, sylus. you don't have to change for me to be with you. i accept you just as you are. whatever it is that you hate about yourself, i embrace all of it."

as he listened, sylus' eyes widened, filling with even more tears. he wanted to believe she was lying, but the pure honesty in her gaze left no room for doubt.

she smiled and plucked a flower, tying it to his horn. he had cut them over and over again, hurting himself just to look a little more human, but now, a flower was tied to the very thing he once tried to get rid of. it was as if this flower was their symbol. sylus slowly reached up, touching it as if it were the most precious thing in the universe, his fingers tracing its petals carefully.

suddenly, she threw her arms around him, closing her eyes and resting her head on his shoulder. caught off guard, he froze for a few seconds, but then he wrapped his arms around her as well, holding her tightly against him. her hair swayed gently with the breeze, and the flower petals danced around them as if trying to embrace them too.

"thank you," sylus whispered.

"no matter what happens, we will always find each other, and we will never be apart. promise?" she asked, trying to keep her voice serious. sylus smiled softly.

"promise."

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DPxDC Hogwarts AU [pt. 5]

He should have never got on that broom.

He shouldn't have tried, he shouldn't have done it inside the Drake manor, he shouldn't have chosen the day when his parents were hundreds of miles away.

He should have at least told Minky. Or Tiksy. Or any other house elf, he should have followed Danny's mother's advice and had an adult around, why is he so bloody stupid, he is such an idiot, he-

"Young Master!" Minky's voice comes from his right after a loud crack of apparation, and Tim almost chokes on another one of his jagged, broken sobs. Everything is blurry, and his eyes and cheeks are wet, and Tim really tries to wipe the tears away, but they just appear again, no doubt making him look as even more of a mess.

"My leg hurts," he tells in the direction of the blurry, brown and white blob that is supposed to be Minky if he could just stop crying for one moment. Then, he sobs again, holding his hands to just above his knee, "Get someone."

He doesn't specify who. Because, and Tim knows it, there's no one to get - his parents are far away, he remembers them mentioning Egypt or maybe Sudan, but Minky can't go that far. But Tim can't do this himself, and house elves can't help because the bone under his knee is bended the wrong way and it hurts, and Tim can hear his own, rushing pulse beat like a drum inside his head.

He is going to die like this. In the middle of Drake manor, on the floor of the empty ballroom. Because no one would come, no one would-

There's a crack in the air, louder than any apparation, that runs like an electric jolt through Tim's skin, and then a crashing bang of broken wood that rings through the whole manor. Tim snaps his head up as his heart skips a beat - no one can come into the manor, there are wards, a lot of them, he knows it.

His lungs hurt, and his leg still hurts, too, and he can't run, but there's someone else in his house, someone who broke through the protective wards. Tim's vision goes from just blurry to dark at the edges - he is breathing too fast, he needs to calm down and make as little noise as possible, because maybe it's some kind of robbers and they-

"Here, Young Master is being here!" He hears Minky's voice again, and he barely has time to feel hurt by her betrayal before there's a huge, looming dark figure in front of him.

Tim whimpers, trying to move away.

It only makes his leg explode in pain all over again, causing him to bite on his lip until there's a coppery taste on his tongue. But then, the figure gets down on one knee, and through all the tears and panic, Tim notices an emblem on the intruder's robes.

A big, golden 'M' with something written on the bottom.

Auror. The man kneeling in front of him is an auror. From the Ministry.

Minky didn't just bring some random person into the manor - and Tim feels so stupid to have thought otherwise, she is a perfectly loyal, caring elf that he's known his whole life, how could he think that way about her? - she did exactly as she's been told. She got someone.

"Hey, there," the auror speaks, and Tim can't really see his face, but his voice is gentle and soft, and there's an intangible wave of warmth radiating from him. Tim had grown to associate it with magic - as in, when there's so much of it in someone's body that it spills out, charging the air around them. Makes sense if he got through the wards of Drake manor all on his own.

"Hi," Tim croaks out, still holding on to his knee, and blinks a couple of times, trying to get rid of his tears. It works badly.

"My name is Bruce," the man speaks again, and his hands are moving, slow and careful so as not to scare Tim with any sudden movements. He would have appreciated it a little more, probably if his leg was not- Tim takes a sharp breath in. If his leg was not broken. There, he's said it. Or, at least he thought it in his head.

But, before he can go back to focusing on the blooming, pulsing pain right under his knee, the auror - Bruce - points his wand at his broken limb, and softly, quietly murmurs, "Praerigidus."

The pain disappears instantly, like someone cut it off, and instead, his leg feels cold and numb, like frozen solid. Tim's breath hitches, and he hastily wipes the tears away to look down at it, just to make sure his leg is still there, that the auror didn't just vanish it into nothingness. But, no, thankfully, it's still attached, albeit bent in a very wrong way that makes Tim's stomach twist.

"Ferula," the man casts again, pointing his wand at Tim's leg once more, and long strips of white bandages appear out of the tip of it, wrapping themselves tightly around the broken limb to secure it. "Let's get you to Mungo's," the auror suggests next, and, for the first time, Tim sees his face.

He looks younger than Father or Mother, and he is definitely darker than them. Drakes are all pale, sometimes even sickly so - in Tim's case, or so he's heard - but the auror's skin is a few shades warmer. And his hair is a mess.

Kind of like Danny's.

Tim nods, not entirely sure he can find his voice or manage to avoid it sounding like he swallowed a frog. The man - he is an adult, and Tim is not comfortable calling him by his first name, and he doesn't know what family he is from - smiles back at him. It's a small smile, one that only touches the corners of his lips, but Tim knows it counts. His Mother smiles in the same way.

Minky makes a high-pitched, worried sound, and Tim feels a little guilty that he completely forgot about her still standing there. He looks up at her and smiles, too, "It's okay, he's an auror," he turns to the man, "Right, sir?"

"That is correct," There's a tinge of amusement in auror's voice as he picks Tim up in his arms like he weights nothing. It's surprisingly comfortable to be held like that. Warm, like the auror's magic. "Thank you, Ms. Minky, I'll take it from here. I will be sending an owl to Mr. and Mrs. Drake, but if you would like to check on your young master later, you have my permission to appear at Wayne Manor at any time. Alfred will be there to meet you."

Tim blinks, his whole body freezing at once, just like his leg did before.

Wayne Manor?!..

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Where the crash landing happened:

Bruce's portrait back at the Manor and his first impression of Tim:

[Picrew] | [Picrew]

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Worldbuilding notes that got really long this time:

Waynes are (err, were) a pureblood family that was proud of their heritage and resented muggles and muggle culture quite publicly. But then Martha came along, a sweet half-blood Slytherin child full of charm, innocent smiles and ambition that went far beyond what anyone expected. Thomas, who was also very much a Slytherin, was gone for her instantly, and, shortly after they were wed, they both started - also publicly - giving zero shits about pureblood nonsense.

They later died by the hands of a muggle, while coming back from a muggle cinema in a muggle part of London, and Daily Prophet was very cruel about it. There were more than a few articles that went on and on about the matter, most of them along the lines of 'that's what you get for liking muggles'.

Newly orphaned Bruce was left with an empty Wayne Manor, a few house elves, and Alfred Pennyworth, who claimed himself a butler (but the rumor has it he was in a relationship with both Martha and Thomas, and the evidence - he was also a Slytherin in their year - speaks for itself, and besides, who in their right mind becomes a butler in the wizarding world without some ulterior motives?)

Understandably, Bruce threw a fit and promptly became, a) a fucking menace, b) the first Gryffindor in the Wayne family in six generations, c) an auror, d) hell-bent on adopting the most unfitting (heritage-wise) kids into his family, according to the Prophet. He is on the mission to fistfight a millenia old prejudice, and he is desperate to win.

Minky fetched him of all people because he was the closest competent adult in the area with enough magic to get through the wards. Waynes and Drakes are neighbors - as much as you can say that when they both have acres of land in their respective estates.

Also, Tim's reaction to the name happens because, one, his parents made it obvious enough they don't like Bruce despite him being their closest neighbor, and, technically, a pureblood, and two, he didn't expect to not be returned back to Drake estate after his leg is dealt with.

Dick is currently a fourth year in Hogwarts and Jason is a first year (just like Jazz, btw). More on them later.

Also, hey, remember the poll? Heroic break in it was, with the additional spice of broom accident.

[<- part 4 | part 6 ->]

#danny phantom #dpxdc #dc x dp #tim drake #batfam #batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne is a good dad #hogwarts au #hp #bruce is not adopting him btw #hes becoming a babysitter #cus tims parents are away most of the time #cork prompts

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emilsendo · 8 months ago

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Can you please make a muzan oneshot, smut with aftercare and muzan being alittle protective of m! Reader...

Thank you! <3

With pleasure I'll make this request! Take care💪🏼✨️👀

Also, I apologize for any errors in the text. I hope you will enjoy it.

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S!Bottom Muzan Kibutsuji

Dom!Top Male Reader

warnings: rough sex, brutal scene of torturing someone(Douma), mentions of betrayal, breeding, pain kink, swearing, no preparation, blood, gay/yaoi, etc.

Type: Smut

Request: ✅️

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It was a day like any other, everyone looked the same. You, as a rank 0 higher moon demon, AND as the husband of the demon king, had a wide reputation among demons and humans alike. However, Muzan Kibutsuji didn't treat your strength like the others, he loved you too much to care if you were powerful enough. For him, you were and are his property, which he must protect against possible threats. Mainly rivals created by your handsome appearance. But who would dare to endanger the MUZAN himself? Probably just a real suicide.

Y/N was currently walking through the forest after mercilessly killing a man from the village he was passing by. As an Upper Moon demon, he must eat quite regularly in order for his strength to remain the same or even greater. Even if he sometimes has some signs of humanity in his heart, he still doesn't care much about this feeling. He had long since rid himself of the feeling of guilt in his soul, all in order to be able to kill more effectively and faster. He is about 600 years old, has adapted to living in the body of a creature and killing those who resist his actions. Y/N remembers almost nothing from his past, except for the feeling of weakness... his heart only remembers how he felt then, not what he was like and what his life was like, did he have a family? Did he have a wife and children? Was he someone important? Nothing. Emptiness.

While listening to the sounds of nature, he heard another sound, but of feet pattering behind him and then next to him. It was as if this person was fast enough to somehow teleport. Y/N looked at them, his c/e eyes meeting rainbow ones. It was none other than Doma, who no one likes because... he's the least bit annoying.

— Hello, Lord Y/N~! How is our handsome boy? — he asked with a practiced and false tone of joy, something that was probably the reason why no one liked him. Y/N remained unfazed by his presence, but he felt a certain irritation. Doma moved in on him far too many times, as if he wanted more than a punch to the jaw.

— How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? Don't you have anything else to do? — he replied with a great show of dislike towards the demon next to him, looking at him out of the corner of his eye with his deadly gaze, which usually made every demon and human bend more than one knee. But not Doma, this type has too much of a disregard for other people's needs.

— Aww~ Ice cold as always, huh? I'm just trying to be nice to Muzan's lover~.... — he said. And his voice and facial expression were like a child who didn't get what he wanted.

—You'll be nice when you get out of here.— Y/N finally looking at the shorter man with his full perspective. However, instead of an answer, he received a kiss, which shocked him. He automatically pushed him away and punched him in the jaw hard enough to tear off half his face, staining his hands with blood. Doma looked at him with a strange look, maybe if his face was intact it would look better... The man smiled slyly as if he was proud of what he had done, lightly touching his newly regenerated jaw.

Muzan won't be happy with the fact that his "property" has been touched and Y/N knows it, which is why he felt a slight twinge in his stomach from the stress. Because he'll get hurt too.

—Who the fuck are you? — a deep and loud voice asked, while the sounds of limbs and bones being torn to shreds echoed throughout the room. The muzzled hand was tearing apart Doma's body, and Doma was not reacting much to any of these harms. The brunette's blood-red eyes scanned the demon in front of him, who was kneeling.

—How dare you disregard my order? How dare you TOUCH something that belongs to me? — he grabbed the blonde by the forehead, his claw drilling a hole in the skull. He then caused his cells to slowly melt Doma's body.

Upper Rank 2 began bleeding from the inside, choking on a red substance. Pulsating, almost purple veins appeared on his skin.

—I should kill you....But you are a useful demon because of your loyalty. However, one more move like that... and I will personally expose you to the sun.— Muzan threatened, letting his brother go free.

—Muzan....I'm sorry, honey. I had no way to react to protect myself from Doma's kiss... I didn't expect it. - you whispered, your voice sounding completely different because of the way the veins that carry Muzan's blood tightened around your weave. You were in a kneeling position in front of your husband, who was sitting on a chair, his chin resting on his hand and his eyes down on your apologetic form. He had you like this for a while now, letting his anger out on you.

—.....— Muzan closed his eyes and then stopped controlling his cells, letting you breathe. His gaze moved to the side, ignoring you. You could see from a mile away that he was still pissed at you.

The moment you gained access to breathing again, you gasped. Coughing heavily from the dryness in my throat and the lack of oxygen. But you didn't have time to feel sorry for yourself, you had to console Muzan somehow, before he will kill useful demons.

You stepped closer to Muzan, resting your head on his knee.

—I love you, you know?— you said, knowing that this sentence would calm Muzan down instantly. The man finally looked at you, his gaze still as cold as ice. But his eyes became less wild, clear evidence that he had calmed down. His hand gently grabbed your chin, stroking it lightly with his thumb.

— I know. I love you too, you're like a toxin that makes me sick. But it is also very....addictive.— Muzan pulls your body up by your hand, he also stood up. Making you both switch positions, where this time you are sitting and he is kneeling.

— However, I want you to make me realize this by fucking me.— he said with a smirk. His tone was seductive and his eyes were filled with lust and horniness. Your member twitch at that sight, you couldn't resist your husband's "request", when it was clearly what you desired too deep down. Before you answered, Muzan already was working your pants off, he rip them off to be honest. Exposing your big and hard length that he loves so much, his tongue licks his lower lip, getting ready to the delicious taste he will have on it by a few seconds.

He opens his lips wide, already trying to deepthroat your dick with his tight canal. Making you hiss from pleasure and tighten your grip on the chair, claws digging into the wooden furniture. Your King sucks every good spots, pulling away for a while to spit on your cock to make it more wet. His tongue lick your tip, kissing it passionately as if making out with it, before going back down to your shaft. Licking up and down, massaging your balls and squeezing them from time to time. Making your head be on cloud 9 and resisting the urge to fuck your husband's throat. He wets your cock so good that it made such a sloppy sounds that made Muzan's mind go crazy, he only wants you to rile him like the last whore and then shower with affection. That's why he grabbed roughly your wrist and put it on his head, signaling you to control his movements.

You didn't waste any time in making him choke and gag all over your large cock, you could feel his nails pressing into your skin on thighs from pleasure and the feeling of your rough treatment. The feeling of a colossal hand gripping his hair, that clearly belong to you made his own dick almost cream his pants from excitement. And when you finally came in his mouth, he swallowed it eagerly like a treasure. His lips all red and swollen from sucking and having his mouth filled with something so thick.

— Take my clothes off. Now.— he damanded, but his voice sounds so needy and almost desperate. While he tried to mask it by cleaning your dick off from the rest of cum. You pull him on your lap with one move of your arm, making him gasp a bit. Before you took off his whole clothes, your gaze fixed on his expression that showed a pure lust. Muzan's mouth instinctively wrap itself around your fingers, wetting them as if he knows by the look on your face what you want him to do.

— Good slut.— you said with a smirk and satisfaction, even if your husband doesn't seem to like this nickname. (He feels butterflies in his stomach but his mind refuse to accept it)

— I am NOT a slut.— he said with serious tone, sounding a bit stern.

— Then I'll have to prove you wrong. Cause sluts like you can take cocks like mine without preparation.— You said, making Muzan look at you in confusion and he understood in a second what you meant.

— Oi, no!— he tried to protest in panic, his eyes widen, a loud scream from pleasure and pain left his mouth as you slam your cock inside him with one, smooth move. You groan at the tightness around your cock, it almost felt like it's sucking you inside.

— Don't cry, honey... I know you like it. Good slut-husbands like you are experts in satisfing your beloved.— you whisper in his ear, wiping his tears off from his cheeks. You looked at his expression that was a mix of pleasure and pain, his teeth clenched from the feeling of you deep inside him, touching his prostate with the tip of your cock.

Muzan was quiet for a few seconds, before he chuckles from esctasy and his red eyes fixed on you. He tighten his gummy like walls around your member to tease you and motivate you into fucking him.

— Of course.....I'll take care of your crotch like a good husband slut.— Muzan's lips kissed your face, starting with you forehead and ending at your lips. He really do love you for agreeing for you to call him this way....

Next thing he knows was you making him bounce like a desperate bunny on your dick, making sloppy sounds from going in and out of his entrance. The sounds of his loud moaning, mewling and your grunts and groans spread all over his office. Muzan's hair were messy and wet from sweat. His eyes unfocused. His sharp nails digging intl your shoulders. His legs shaking. His walls clenched and unclenched from pleasure and overstimulation. You hit his prostate over and over again, making him wanna cry to heavens.... or to hell.

Suddenly, you stand up with him in your arms, surprising him a bit as he got placed on his desk with legs spread. His back met the surface of the wooden furniture, he pants like a dog as he watched you put his legs on your shoulders, making your balls made a contact with his ass. He whimpers from that feeling.

— Fuck me.....Fuck your slutty husband.....fill me with your heirs and have the satisfaction of owning the King of demons~— Muzan said with a smirk, chest going up and down from breathing hard. That words went straight to your cock, twitching inside your lover. Your gaze like a predator, as you move oncr again. Hips snapping back and forth hard and deep, as if you were seriously trying to make him pregnant or break. He grip onto the edges of his desk, almost destroying it with his demonic strength. The pre-cum made it easier for you to go in and out of his warm and wet ass. His entrance sucked you greedy in, as if not planning for you to leave it.

— Such a good slut for me, huh? Your tiny hole seems not to want me to let go.— you said between moans, rubbing his pale waist in your hands.

— Uh-huh.....Haah...haaah...haaah...Not let go....haah...HAAH....HAAHH...— he said dumbly, without thinking twice before saying it. Feeling stupid from esctasy.

Hours passed, it was already morning and you two only just done having sex. You slip your cock out of his hole, making the cum drip from Muzan's ass. You looked at your dear husband that you spent your whole life as a demon. Admiring his appearance that looked so messy. It's kinda sad that the marks you left regenerate faster than you blink...But you still felt satisfaction, because you owned THE Muzan Kibutsuji.

— Very well, Y/N......you kept me satisfy.— Kibutsuji said, his voice breathless but his gaze intense. He pulls you towards him with strong grip, making you lay on top of his body. Rubbing your back and head with his hand.

— But you have to make me a bath with rose petals.— he demand, looking down at you with a smile. You snuggle against his chest, squeezing his nipples between your fingers. Making him glare at you.

— Control yourself. I want bath.—

— Hehehe....— you laughed nervously.

#male reader #anime #gay #oneshot #request #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #muzan kibutsuji #kny muzan #rough kink #no prep #breeding k1nk #dom male reader #top male reader #smut #18+ mdni

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m-musings · 7 months ago

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Hi! I just found your blog and love your Overwatch content! I was wondering if I could request something?

The Overwatch boys specifically genji,reaper and ramattra with a s/o who gets injured while working on a mission or something? As how they react/what their actions are..

If you don’t like this please feel free to ignore!

I hope you have a nice day!

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Headcanons: Genji, Reaper & Ramattra with Injured! S/O

A/N: protective overwatch boys are my shit!!!!!

Word Count:925 Warnings/ Other Notes: mentions of various injuries, ooc reaper and rammatra, terrible google translate japanese.

Genji:

The first time you got injured haunts Genji's mind rather often.

It was after a fierce battle with Null Sector forces, during which You and Genji had been separated.

As he slashed at every enemy in sight, he could see you getting pushed further and further away.

He tried to make his way to you but you warned him otherwise.

"(Y/n), hold on!"

"I'll be fine! Just go, I'll find you later!"

With a simple nod of his head, he watch as you disappeared from sight.

Once he had won the fight a few minutes later, he sheathed his sword and rushed off to try and find you.

After searching for a while, he finally saw you, lying immobile on the ground surrounded by piles of rubble and deactivated Null Troopers.

With a quiet gasp coming from his lips, Genji dashed over to help you.

Falling to his knees as he approached, he gingerly lifted your battered body into his lap.

"No, no, no! (Y/n), please wake up!" The ninja called fearfully as he tried to gently shake you awake.

When he received no response from you, he called Tracer to have her bring the ship as fast as she could.

Once Lena arrived, she helped him get you on board and fly you to Watchpoint Gibraltar, where Mercy was waiting to bring you to the medical bay.

As she worked to heal your injuries, Genji sat outside of the room, sharpening his blade in attempt to distract himself from your condition.

When he got the all clear to go in and see you, he sighed in relief as he saw you, a bit groggy but awake and alive.

"Thank god, I thought I'd never see you again."

"Heh, it'll take more than a basic beatdown to get rid of me. Plus, you saved me in the end, that helped."

You chuckle as you try to sit up, but when you groan in pain, Genji shushes you and urges you to lay back down.

"Rest for now, shin'ainaru koibito. I'll be right here when you awake."

Your tired eyes flutter closed in response as you mutter out an answer.

"Alright... thank you, Gen. I love you..."

"Watashi mo itoshite iru yo."

Reaper:

When you get hurt, Gabriel's vision goes red.

He's immediately shadow stepping over to where you lie injured and slaughtering all those who dared to try and harm you.

Once they've all fallen, he's picking you up and taking you back to the Talon transport.

After setting you down in the ships exam room, Gabe quietly growls to himself before going to finish the mission with the other operatives.

As soon as it's over and a medic has stabilized your vitals, he's stomping into the room, angry at himself that he let you get hit.

With his mask in hand, he tries to ignore all the machines hooked up to you as he silently watches over you.

Pacing around the other side of the room, his usually harsh glare softens as he sees you stir.

Reaper strides over to you, carefully placing a cold hand on your cheek as your eyes slowly open.

"Gabe?... Where... what- what happened?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle. You were pretty worse for the wear, though."

As he thinks back to you collapsed on the floor, Gabriel's brows furrow slightly.

"I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner, (Y/n)."

You whisper out a calming shush as you shakily place your hand upon his arm.

"Hey, you got there in the end. That's what matters. You saved me..."

As you place a kiss upon his palm, he blesses you with a rare but soft and genuine smile.

"Yeah, well, you're the only one I can tolerate around here. I'd go crazy if I didn't have you with me anymore."

Ramattra:

• Never in his life did Ramattra think he would care about the wellbeing of a human, but here he is.

• He's in his nemesis form, fighting fiercely while decimating anyone in his way.

• With you passed out in his arms covered in cuts and bruises, he defends you from any incoming blows as he rushes away.

• After his current attack on a city had gone awry, he was forced to pull his army out when he saw the condition you were in.

• While barking out orders to his troops, he glances down at you to analyze your condition with his scanners.

• Once Ramattra confirms that you're still alive, he runs even faster back to his airship in order to get you the treatment that you need.

• When the two of you return to Null Sector headquarters, he's immediately taking you to your shared room to let you recuperate.

• He busies himself with various tasks, impatiently waiting for the first sign of consciousness from you.

• Later that night, he is pulled from his work when he hears a small groan escape your lips.

• Ramattra instantly rushes over to you as your eye begin to peel open, causing you to glance in his direction.

• "Ram... it hurts."

• "I know, pet, I know... You were hurt in the fight. But you're here now and safe with me. That's what's important."

• He carefully grabs your hand before placing his faceplate on the back of it in an affectionate gesture.

• You sigh gratefully as you let his hand go to place your arms around his neck, making him lean into your warmth.

• "Thank you, Ramattra... Don't know what I'd do without you."

• "I couldn't bear it either, my darling (Y/n). You are forever in my heart and mind."

#headcanon #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch imagines #genji shimada x reader #reaper x reader #gabriel reyes x reader #ramattra x reader

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samkerrworshipper · 2 years ago

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revival | arsenal x reader

arsenal reader has been struggling more than she’d ever admit.. when it becomes to much she attempts to take her life but her teammates refuse to let her kill herself when she has so much more to live for.

warnings: do not read if you are triggered by suicide attempt, pill overdose, cutting, severe depression, angst, hurt/comfort

You didn’t know what had gotten you to this stage. Sitting on the bathroom floor of your apartment, staring down at an empty bottle of pills lying beside you on the floor. You weren’t sure exactly what had gotten you here, weren’t sure what switch had flicked in your brain this morning that had made you feel so positively broken from the inside out.

All you know is that right now you can feel deep purple, mauve and maroon bruises developing on your knees, from being hunched over the toilet bowl for so long.

Just when you begin to think that you’re empty, just when you think that there is nothing more that could be ripped away from you, you feel your muscles tense again as more bile is released.

Obviously, you knew the concoction of pills you took wouldn’t sit well, but you didn’t realise it would kick in this fast. You’d figured you’d have time to come to terms with the end of your life, or at least have time to scribble out a not.

But, all the pills you’d forced down your throat now resided in the toilet bowl, a mixture of stomach acid and medication pooling on the surface of the water.

It’s then that you make the decision that it’s time to take a different approach.

As you palm the metal blade, the cold sharp edge gently digging into your skin.

All you can think about is your team, your family, your home.

You think of the cold meal sitting on your kitchen bench.

At first, the metal burns, it stings and sears.

Almost as painful as the burning tears leaking down your cheeks.

Slowly, as more pressure is applied, your wrist is warmed by the pooling scarlett puddle dripping down onto the bright white tiles.

You’ve been sitting on the cold floor for way too long for your liking, your wrists pressed to the flooring to try and calm the burning sensation that’s spread all across your forearms.

If you try hard enough, you can convince yourself that the burning sensation is just another football injury.

You try and picture it, lying on the grass of a pitch, your arm throbbing with pain.

It only works for as long as your brain believes it, which is a total of ten seconds.

It’s been a long day, long week, long month, long year.

A long time pretending you're happy.

A long time try to convince everyone you’re happy.

A long time trying to persuade yourself that you’re happy.

A long time lying.

You’ve become so consumed with the lies that it’s hard to not be completely committed to them at this stage.

The only thing that reminds you of exactly where you are is the cold tiles against your arms, the warm blood and cold tiles mixing together like a thunderstorm.

The only sound to be heard across your apartment is the steady sound of blood dripping onto the tiles.

You think about your goodbyes, think about how this is the end, that you are content with this being it for you.

You’ve been at peace with this decision for a long while, longer than you’d ever care to admit.

It’s not really a decision for you, more like a losing battle.

In the last year, you’ve lost more of yourself than you thought possible, you don’t feel like you belong to yourself anymore, you don’t belong to yourself anymore. At one stage, a while ago, you loved yourself, you cared about yourself, you did your best to care. It hurt, feeling like you were no longer a owner of your body, maybe if you weren’t no longer classified as two different parts would you feel this way, or maybe it would make it harder, because maybe it wouldn’t feel like you were just getting rid of a body that you no longer belonged to, this was all to easy.

Your body was now something to be sold, something to be advertised, something to be purchased by the public.

You supposed that came from being a champion, being famous, being good at what you did.

Maybe, if you’d never become a famous soccer player none of this would have happened, you wouldn’t be lying on your bathroom floor, your vision slowly blurring and your blood leaking out steadily from your arms.

You walk towards the darkness, allowing it to embrace you as you slowly approach it without any resistance.

There was no fight for you, no hope or thoughts of redemption, this was your end, your demise, your final page, and that was okay.

You let the darkness completely cloud your vision, your body slowly being wrapped up by the accepting white light at the end of the tunnel.

It’s warm and comforting and you let your body rest, let it finally have the respite that it was so desperate for.

You felt yourself fade, far away with no intention of coming back.

You’d felt like you were gone, but you were brought back by more overwhelmingly white light in your vision.

Was this heaven?

Was this the end?

Was this it?

You were in pain, your head, your throat, your arms.

It was this thought that made you think you could be wrong.

Was this hell?

Or was the overwhelming white light just your bathroom tiles?

You cancelled out the tile idea, because you could feel your eyelids were closed, which meant that the white couldn’t be sourced from your home.

Your ears were ringing and as everything began to come back to you, it became terrifyingly clear that this could not be any of your previous assumptions.

Death wasn’t this painful, death wasn’t supposed to have any feeling.

Death didn’t feel like a warm bed and it definitely wasn’t consciousness.

This wasn’t the great beyond, this wasn’t the end, this was something else that you couldn’t quite pin down.

As your senses began to come back to you, your hearing and slowly your consciousness you began to become certain that whatever this was, it was not your end.

The sound of a constant machine beeping gave you an inkling as to where you might be, you just silently prayed that you were wrong, silently prayed that you would wake up in your red soaked tile bathroom and not a hospital.

You could clean up, try again.

You couldn’t handle being forced to recover, being forced to talk about your feelings.

It wasn’t something on your agenda, it wasn’t a part of your intricate demise.

You didn’t want to open your eyes, you weren’t even sure if you could, but you wanted to understand your situation, to understand what was happening.

So, you used every piece of your energy that was left, to every so slowly crack open your eyes.

It was more overwhelming white, that took a good deal of blinking to work through, but eventually, a blurry version of your surroundings began to appear in the corners of your eyes.

It confirmed your suspicions, you were in a hospital.

Which you hated, but you had also been prepared for, it made you feel insanely unaccomplished.

It took a lot of blinking and squinting for you to fully take in your surroundings.

The part that stumped you the most, and made you feel like you were hallucinating was the sea of red hoodies that were sitting, sleeping and lying around your room.

It was dark outside, the room was still lit up with machines and the bright white light from the corridor, but you figured that most of your teammates were fast asleep.

It was good, it gave you some extra time to take in your surroundings.

You were covered in cords and wires, your body completely moving even as you tried your very hardest.

Both of your wrists were bandaged tightly, to the point where you were completely unable to even wiggle your fingers.

It was daunting to you, the complete inability to do anything but lie in the bed and bear witness to your inability to do anything besides that.

Just as you were beginning to get truly distressed, one of the red blobs in your peripheral popped up out of their seat, making their way over to your bedside and tracing their hand over your one.

“Hey, ducky, it’s okay, I’ve got you, deep breaths. You’re okay.”

It’s Beth’s voice that hits your ears, and it has the reverse effect, making you more stressed out about the fact that she’s here witnessing this.

“Honey, it’s okay, big deep breaths for me, you’re okay.”

Beth’s hand moves up to your chest, your chest that is covered with a scratchy hospital gown.

“I shouldn’t be here, I-I-I’m supposed to be dead.”

Your words are croaky and chesty, almost unrecognisable but Beth manages to decipher them, and it almost brings tears to her eyes.

“Hey, hey, absolutely not. I thank every single god that you're here and awake right now, it is a miracle that you are here.”

This was not a miracle.

This was a fucking tragedy.

Beth’s face though, it was enough to send a deep pain to your stomach, deep guttural pain that hurt more than anything else.

“S-should be dead, wish I was dead.”

Beth’s face just drops, tears springing from her eyes and falling down onto the hospital sheets.

“Ducky, I promise you, we are all going to try our very hardest to make sure you never feel like that again. Get some more rest, we can sort this all out in the morning but you need your sleep, your body needs rest.”

You didn’t have energy to argue with Beth, so you nodded, relaxing back against the pillows and letting sleep and darkness return to the forefront of your brain.

When you awoke for the second time, it was less painful.

The sun was up this time, your room flooded with early sunbeams.

Overall the hospital was abuzz, to your extreme displeasure.

You were met with the eyes of some of your closest teammates, your words under the stars with Beth at the forefront of your mind as you looked at the extreme disappointment and sadness playing across their faces.

It hit home for you.

They all shared the same expression, all of you sharing the same situation that none of you wanted to be a part of.

“Hey Ducky, how are you feeling?”

Katie’s voice breaks the silence, her tone is full of emotion and you watch her mouth twitch to the side as she obviously tries her hardest to conceal the emotions that she is feeling.

“Like I wish I was dead.”

Nobody laughs, nobody says anything besides purse their lips and bite their tongues.

“We’re so glad you aren’t though, and we’re going to help you.”

We’re going to help you.

It’s five words, seven syllables, and the words that you least want to hear.

“Why couldn’t you just let me die?”

Your words manage to bring tears to the eyes of some of your teammates, you don’t care, all you can think about is the fact that someone, one of your teammates, had the fucking audacity to save you.

Leah’s the person to stand up, and take the same spot that Beth did last night, directly by your side, her hand resting on your own.

“Why didn’t I let you die? Why did I perform half an hour of chest compressions waiting for an ambulance whilst you bled out on your bathroom floor? Because you have a life that’s worth living, you have a gift for football, you are one of the brightest, happiest, smartest, best people I have ever met y/n, and this isn’t the end for you, it can’t be.”

You couldn’t meet Leah’s eyes, not with the knowledge that she had done this to you, she was the reason you were lying in a hospital bed instead of a coffin.

“You should have left me to die.”

Your words are broken, split in half by the knowledge that you were still fucking alive.

“You have a life worth living, kid, you’re only 21, there is so much more you have to give and I’ll be damned if this is it for you.”

You can’t meet any of your teammates' eyes, because it’s clear that they completely disagree with your actions, but there is still a part of you in your head telling you that everything would be better off if you were dead.

Your teammates wouldn’t have to pretend they care, they wouldn’t have too busy themselves with trying to save you from your impending death.

If you had any choice in it, you wouldn’t be this way.

If you could, you’d be happy and smiley, sweet, kind and soft. You’d be consistently happy, you would be the person smiling no matter what and someone easy to talk to, someone easy to love, someone that people wouldn’t let slip away.

You don’t have a choice though, this is who you are.

You are rough edges. You are a poorly labelled bottle of poison that people choke on as soon as they come into contact. You are a box of glass with a fragile sticker plastered all over and yet you still break, harming anyone who comes into contact.

When life gets hard, you quit.

There’s no way to explain why, everyone loves you until life is real and you need help, everyone is understanding until life isn’t pretty anymore.

You’ve never been loved through your lowest moments.

Never been loved when you can’t bring yourself to get out of bed, let alone shower.

Never been loved when the only thing that's playing in your head is how much you hate yourself.

Never been loved when the part of you that everyone loves suddenly dies.

Somedays, you are fairly certain that you are impossible to love. You don't know the kind of happiness love provides, you don’t know how to open up or trust, because no one ever loved you enough for that.

Other days, you remember that you are only 21, and maybe one day it won’t be this way.

You wish you were tender, you wished you were glowy and soft.

You wished you were Beth or Jen, always happy and ready to make anyone who was feeling down feel a little bit better.

“Why couldn’t you have just let me die?”

Your cheeks are practically drowning in tears, Leah reaches up to wipe them, you try to stop her but you instead moan in pain as the searing burn spreads backup your arms.

At the sound of your discomfort Leah is recoiling immediately, her hands falling down to your tightly wrapped arms and pressing them gently back down into the blankets.

“Hey, no, these need rest, you did some serious nerve damage, we won’t know the severity until you’ve got some strength back.”

Fuck.

“Nerve damage?”

Collateral damage had never crossed your mind, because you weren’t supposed to be alive right now, so why would collateral damage matter?

“Yeah, you could have severed or done some serious damage to your nerves, if they are cut then you’ll need a nerve replacement to regain the sensation.”

You blink a few times, staring up at the roof and willing the tears leaking down your face to fo away.

“I should have died.”

Leah, in all of her honesty, nods.

“Yeah, you should have. They had to pump your stomach to get rid of all the drugs you’d consumed, and you need 38 stitches and three pints of blood. You should be dead, but you aren’t and the fact that you aren’t is a fucking miracle.”

You wouldn’t call this a miracle, not from any point of view.

“When can I play again?”

You’re not sure if you’ll make it till that point, but it’s a question worth asking, there are big things coming up, on both a national and club level.

“Excuse me?”

Leah is shocked, and extremely taken aback by your question, so much so that she just stutters over her words.

Before she chokes on her words, Katie steps in.

“Kid, you almost died yesterday.”

You shrug, you figured it was a question worth asking, but Katie’s voice told you that to her it was a stupid question.

“A week? Two weeks? A month?”

You're grasping for something, trying to find the long straw in a pile of short ones.

“Kid, you tried to kill yourself, you almost succeeded, there are bigger things to focus on for you right now then getting on the pitch.”

A part of your brain disagrees so heavily.

“I have to go, they’ll take my passport and my licence and I’ll never be allowed to play again.”

All of the girls share knowing looks, but the general idea is that there is a general discomfort across the room.

“Ducky, look at me.”

It’s Katie’s strong Irish accent, the voice she uses when she’s captaining her national team that forces your eyes from the roof to meet her own.

“They can’t make you do anything, you need to be here right now. There is a treatment plan, you tried to kill yourself, you can’t just leave, it doesn’t work that way.”

Your brain is screaming inside of your skull, pounding against the bone and muscle.

“Jorge never let us take a break, he told us if we ever tried to leave that they would take all of our identification, and our licence to play, I have to play, I was born to play, it’s the only thing I have.”

Slowly, without the efforts of any of the girls, you are starting to unearth some of the serious problems you’ve been dealing with for the last little while, especially coming off of the world cup.

They’d all noticed the change, noticed how after your national teams win, how parts of you had changed.

They all had their assumptions, especially after what happened with Jenni Hermoso and after some conversations with some of their Spanish companions, but nobody could provide an explanation for what was happening behind closed doors.

It was no secret to any of your teammates that Jorge was your biggest critiquer, you and Mapi had tried sticking up to him at the beginning of his career with the Spanish team, and it had landed you both in deep water.

Mapi, had been intelligent enough to leave the toxic environment when it had become too much, when it had seriously begun to affect her mental health.

You however, were not as good at identifying your emotions, and taking care of them, you pushed yourself to the point of breakage, this was a perfect example of that.

“Ducky, Vilda is gone now, you don’t have to worry, I’ll call Alexia, she’ll understand and she’ll talk to them for you. You need a break sweetheart, you need to talk about why you're struggling, there are bigger things to focus on right now than your career.”

You couldn’t disagree more, you were in your prime, you didn’t have time to take a break.

You also didn’t have time to live, there was nothing that plagued your mind more than the idea of trying again, as soon as you could remove yourself from the conservatorship of your arsenal teammates.

“I need to leave, I want to be discharged.”

It’s an attempt at regaining some of your dignity, one that doesn’t last very long.

“You’re on a 72 hour psych hold, 24/7 supervision whilst you're recovering. Everyday you will see a psychologist and after the 72 hours they’ll deem if you are ready to leave, if they believe you can be trusted to leave then you’ll go home with Beth and Viv for the foreseeable future. For the first few weeks, you’ll be under complete supervision, you’ll see a therapist every few days and once you’ve made some serious progress we’ll look at getting you back into training.”

You forced yourself to take a deep breath, and a big gulp, trying to force down the lump that was prominent in your throat.

“You can’t do that, I don’t want to see a therapist, I don’t need to see a therapist.”

Most of the women in the room roll their eyes.

“Ducky, we’ve all been worried about you for weeks, but you refuse to talk to any of us, clearly something led to this and if you won’t talk to us about it you need to talk to a professional.”

You don’t want to admit that a part of you is secretly terrified of seeing a therapist, because what if they see right through you? What if all they see is all of your insecurities and imperfections, just as Jorge did?

“I can’t see a therapist, don’t wanna.”

Before Katie can speak, previously silent Viv stands up at her seat and joins the crowd around your bedside.

“I know it's scary, kid. I started seeing someone when I was around your age and struggling. It was so hard, it was terrifying. I didn’t want to admit I was struggling, and then one of my teammates caught me harming myself whilst having an anxiety attack. I had to go see one to play again, and it sucked to start with, but it helped me so much, we all just want the best for you, and you need help, there is nothing wrong with accepting that.”

The remaining women sitting in the room stand up, surrounding your bedside.

Beth, Leah, Katie, Caitlin, Lia, Kim, Steph, Viv, Jen, Laura and Lotte.

It’s a crowd, and the taller girls have to stand behind because they don’t all fit, and even if they aren’t directly hugging you, you are overwhelmed with the amount of love radiating off of them, it’s too much.

“No-no, I can’t do this, you guys can’t do this to me. There is nothing wrong with me, I’m fine, I’m fucking fine.”

It’s clear that none of them believe you, you expect them to step back, but they don’t.

“No you’re not liefje, people who seriously try to take their lives are not okay. You don’t have to be, we’re all here to support you, you just need to let us, let us be here for you, let us be a shoulder for you to cry on.”

Your breaths shudder, you can’t meet any of their eyes, it hurts you to know that they all think this of you.

“I didn’t mean to.”

It’s a lie that you push out, you're trying to find anything to argue about, anything to distract from what was actually happening.

“Ducky, it would be okay if you did. You’ve been struggling and it’s understandable. All we want from now on is for you to be honest with us, no judgement, just tell us what you are feeling.”

Beth’s voice is so soft, you almost want to give in, but Vilda is in your head, screaming at you for being weak and vulnerable after passing out on the pitch after playing with the flu, and your reminded once again that there isn’t space in the world for people like you to have feelings.

“I want you to fucking believe me when I tell you that I am fine and stop suffocating me.”

All of the women share looks above your head, and somehow, telepathically, majority of them sag off from the huddle, leaving you room.

You're left with the main group of girls who have been controlling the situation.

Viv, Beth, Leah, Kim and Katie.

“liefde, you clearly aren’t fine. Whatever it is, you can talk to us, we’re here for you, whatever you need.”

It shouldn’t cause you to break down, but the pain in your heart and the look in Viv’s eyes sends you barrelling over a very high cliff.

You're sobbing, and struggling to breathe, blood rushing to your ears and preventing you from feeling anything besides the deep depression that has been building up in you for years now.

It hits you like a double decker bus.

Before you can really start to panic though, someone is climbing onto the bed beside you, bringing you into their lap and arms and embracing you.

“It’s okay ducky, we’ve got you, you’re safe with us.”

The sweet nothings are murmured lowly into your ear, the genuinity continuing until the mixture of a mental breakdown and panic attack subside and you’re just a tired, pained mess.

“M’ sorry.”

Your words are hummed into the chest of whoever has climbed in beside you in the hospital bed.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, do you want to talk about it?”

The long answer is no, you don’t want to talk about any of it, but you can’t help the sense that a part of you might feel a little bit better if you let something off your chest.

“Talk about what?”

It’s a genuine question, because there is so much happening in your brain that you aren’t even sure where to start.

“Whatever you’d like.”

You think that’s a stupid statement, because for all Leah knows you could want to talk about the weather, and that doesn’t seem particularly helpful.

“Jorge?”

It seems like starting with the source of your problems probably saves yourself from a lot of beating astound the bush.

“If that’s what you want, ducky, we’re all just here to listen to you, no matter what it is.”

You peak your head out of Leah’s sweater, and you’re met with the supportive faces of the four other women sitting around your bedside.

“When I started for him I was 16. For a long while, the older girls shielded me from him, Mapi and Jenni especially. But my young innocence only lasted so long, when I was 19, he did some really fucked up things, that was when he changed. Mapi, Claudia, Patri and I were the ones who spoke out, and it was the right thing to do, but it put a target on our backs immediately, especially with Alexia out with her ACL injury and unable to support us all. He was so mean to us all, always criticising, never giving us breaks, running us till we were sick or injuring ourselves. He used to wake us up at 2am in the morning to go running because he said we were getting lazy. It was around then that they all signed the statement to withdraw, and I would have loved to do it with them, but I just couldn’t. It only got worse from there for me, especially during the world cup, I was having panic attacks everyday and he couldn’t have cared less. All he did was push me, to the point where Alexia had to mind me everyday because of how bad I was getting.”

You took a deep breath, you wouldn’t allow yourself to look at them, not right now, not until you were done.

“That was when I started to think about killing myself. It wasn’t because I don’t love my life and my friends, but, Jorge was devoting his life to making mine a living hell, and nobody wants that. He never had anything nice to say to me, always criticism, always negativity. Then we won, and none of it mattered, but then there was everything in the press, and I was being slaughtered for all of it because apparently I was enabling his abuse, and I can’t handle that, I can’t handle being told that I enabled abuse that I was dealt for years, maybe I should have told someone, but who? All of the physios, all the doctors, they all worked for him, nobody was going to turn on him. He created an environment where all of us girls were miserable and competing against each other for no reason.”

Leah stopped you with a bone crushing hug.

They’d all heard stories about the Spanish Women’s team, speculation, rumours, hearsay.

But hearing first hand experience from their teammate, somebody they loved, it killed them all on the insides, because how could someone treat their ducky like that? How could someone be so horrible?

“Thank you for trusting us to tell us that ducky. You didn’t deserve any of that, nobody does. From now on, we’re all here for you, you don’t have to hide it all, no more hiding, we’re here for you every step of the way.”

You try your hardest to believe Leah, but it’s a uphill battle, especially when your brain is conditioned to think she is lying.

Leah seemed to notice how spent you were, your body completely relaxed against her, your state near catatonic.

“Get some sleep ducky, we’ve got you, I promise we’ll do everything to make sure you never feel like this again.”

When Leah says it, you believe her, because there is one thing that your mind can’t betray you about, and that is that Leah, and all the other women surrounding you would do anything to protect you, and to make sure that you felt loved, to make up for the lack that you’d been experiencing for the last while.

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daryllver · 9 days ago

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Tough Head, Soft Hands

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows through the broken trees as you and Daryl pushed through the woods. The run had started out simple grab some meds from a half collapsed clinic, check a few houses nearby, and head back before dark.

But nothing ever stayed simple.

You heard the snap of a branch just seconds before it happened. A walker lunged from behind a half-fallen fence, and Daryl reacted fast, spinning with his crossbow but he didn’t see the second one.

It came out of nowhere, slamming a rusted pipe down hard on his head before you could even scream his name.

“Daryl!”

You shot the walker before it could swing again, the sound of the gun echoing through the trees as it dropped. Daryl stumbled, blood already sliding down the side of his face, matting his hair. He hit one knee, growling through his teeth.

“Shit,” he muttered, shaking his head like he could clear it.

You dropped beside him, grabbing his face with shaking hands. “You’re bleeding bad,” you whispered, panic rising. “You need stitches.”

He blinked at you, clearly dazed but trying to act like it was nothing. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” you snapped, voice cracking. “Come on. We’re going home. Now.”

⸻

By the time you got back to the prison, the sun had dipped below the treeline. Everyone tried to swarm when they saw Daryl’s bloodied face, but one sharp look from you had them backing off.

You dragged him straight to your room, ignoring his complaints, and sat him on the edge of the bed. His hands were clenched into fists, probably more from frustration than pain. You were quiet as you grabbed your small stash of supplies thread, needle, antiseptic, cloth.

He winced when you cleaned the gash, but didn’t say a word.

“I thought I lost you for a second,” you said quietly, dabbing away dried blood.

“You didn’t.” His voice was low. “Ain’t that easy to get rid of me.”

You gave him a look, then threaded the needle with steady fingers. “Hold still.”

As you started stitching the wound, he flinched once, then stayed still. You could feel his eyes on you the whole time watching the way your hands moved, the way your jaw clenched with focus.

“You’re good at this,” he muttered.

“Had to be,” you replied. “People get hurt. Especially stubborn people who don’t duck fast enough.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “You callin’ me stubborn?”

You arched a brow. “I stitched your head. I get to call you whatever I want.”

When it was done, you pressed a soft kiss to the edge of the bandage, just over his temple. He leaned into your touch without hesitation.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

You climbed into his lap, resting your forehead against his. “Next time, I’m bringing the bat.”

He chuckled just a little. “Next time, I’m not takin’ my eyes off you.”

And in that quiet room, with the scent of blood and antiseptic in the air, you held him close. Because no matter how tough Daryl Dixon was he was yours to take care of.

#daryl dixon x female reader

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icumpinkglitterxo · 1 year ago

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Hii I love your fics and I am not sure if I already asked you for one but I wanted a fic where slash is taking care of you while your pregnant or something like that I want it a smut and fluff please

(You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to) thank you!!

a/n: can you tell i started to rush the smut near the end?....should i do a slash being the best dad ever fic?? i can so see him as a girl dad tbh... the smut part probably isnt really what you wanted tbh but its the best i could do bc having sex while ur pregnant freaks me out but i didnt wanna get rid of the smut completely cuz boring so i found a loophole enjoy ★

warnings: drunk sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), anal sex 😛, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, slight begging?

You sigh as you walk into the livingroom. You were 5½ months pregnant, and it wasn't easy. Your boyfriend, Slash, looks up at you from the couch, "what's wrong?" You frown, "I'm so sick of being pregnant!"

Slash sighs and gently pulls you down onto the couch. He looks at you, "is your stomach heavy?" You pout and nod. He frowns, "I'm sorry, baby... but think about this, you only have about 2½ months left, and then you'll get to hold your baby," he smiles, "is that not something to be excited about?"

You sigh. He had a point. You were undoubtedly excited to hold your baby. He could tell you were still upset and in pain, though. He leans closer and rests his chin on your shoulder, "remember how this happened?" He smirks. Your face goes bright as you think about the last time you had sex.

6 months earlier...

You and Slash had just gotten home from a night out, and you were both pretty drunk. You couldn't stop giggling.

Slash presses you against the front door and starts kissing you. You keep giggling against his lips, but then melt against him and wrap your arms around his neck.

He kisses your jaw and down your neck, biting and sucking slightly. You hum and your hips buck slightly. He puts his knee between your legs for you to grind on. You moan softly, and he grabs your hips. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

He carries you into the kitchen and sets you on top of the island in the middle of the kitchen. He pushes your miniskirt up around your hips, then looks up at you, "feeling brave, are we?" He asks teasingly after seeing you weren't wearing panties. You smile, "a little..." Slash gets down on his knees and starts lapping at your folds. You gasp and moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. He grips your thighs, spreading them a little more as he flicks your clit with his tongue.

Your moans get louder, and you start grinding against his face. He takes a hand off your thigh and pushes two fingers inside, sucking on your clit. You gasp shakily, "fuck! Slash, please, don't- don't stop!" Your moans get louder and needier as he works his fingers in and out of you faster. You tilt your head back and hold his head down as you squirt all over his face.

He stands up and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt. You grab his shirt and pull it off. He lifts you off the counter and turns you around, bending you over the counter. You gasp at the cold surface against your stomach.

Slash pulls your crop top over your head and tosses it somewhere in the kitchen, and finds you weren't wearing a bra either. He brings his hands around and grabs your tits, squeezing and pinching them. He leans down and starts kissing your neck and down your back.

He pulls his pants down, stroking his already hard cock. He grabs your ass and shoves into you. You moan loudly. He starts thrusting at an already fast pace, "I love how responsive you are, baby," he coos. Your hands move around the counter, desperately looking for something to grab, "fuck! Slash, hah- please!" You moan, not really sure what youre asking for.

Slash smirks and grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back as he thrusts into you faster. He leans down and whispers in your ear, "you gonna cum for me, baby?"

You squeeze your eyes shut, "yes, yes, fuck! Yes!" Slash grabs your hips tight enough to leave bruises, pulling you against him in time with his thrusts. You feel your legs starting to shake, "I-i'm gonna cum!" He groans, feeling his own release nearing, "cum for me, baby," he says, tilting his head back as he pulls out and shoots his load all over your ass. You moan louder and louder, arching your back and feeling your eyes roll as you squirt down the island.

Slash gently lifts you and starts carrying you to your bedroom. Usually, this would be as far as you could go, and now would be the time Slash took to take care of you and put you to bed. But now, you wanted more.

You start kissing his neck, biting and sucking gently as he carries you to your room. Slash smirks, "what'cha' doing, sweetheart?" You don't reply and keep kissing him. He sets you down on the bed, "I'm not fucking you or touching you again, darling. You're already shaking pretty bad," he coos.

You frown. "Please? I'm still wet..."

Slash groans and pulls you further down the bed by your ankles. You gasp. He leans down, "are you really wet? Are you sure it isn't your cum?" You gaze up at him with pleading eyes, "I'm wet. Please, I want it so bad!" He groans again, feeling his cock getting hard again.

You smile and spread your legs. He leans down and kisses you, then pushes into you. You moan into the kiss, and he slips his tongue past your lips. He starts thrusting at an even faster pace than before.

You start to feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach, a little sooner than expected. You could tell Slash was close too when his thrusts start getting sloppy. You moan loudly, "Slash, fuck! Cum in me! Please!" He lets out a low moan, "yeah? Want me to fill you up? Want me to breed you like a little bitch?" Your eyes roll back as you squirt on his dick, "yes, yes, fuck! Please! Yes! Cum in me, please!"

Slash groans and tilts his head back, burying himself balls deep as he cums inside you. You pant heavily, feeling overstimulated.

He pulls out and turns to walk to the bathroom. You giggle and slap his ass. He turns back to look at you, "did you just slap my ass?" You giggle again, "I might've..." He sighs and chuckles as he walks to the bathroom.

You're pulled from your thoughts as you feel something in your stomach. You gasp, "oh- oh! Slash!" He looks at you, startled, "What!? What!? Are you okay!?" You nod, "the baby! It's kicking!" He moves closer, "Really!?" He places a hand on your stomach to feel the baby kicking, "wow, it's kicking pretty hard," he says, then kisses your cheek. You smile and lean into him.

Slash gently wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him. "You feeling okay?" You shrug, "well, my stomach still feels heavy," he chuckles, "well that's expected. Other than that, are you doing okay?"

You nod and nuzzle your face into his chest, "yeah...I think I'm gonna take a nap though," you mumble. Slash kisses your forhead, "you wanna go to bed? I'll come with you." You shake your head, "no, I'm comfortable here." He nods and grabs a blanket, draping it over your body.

Slash carefully wraps his arms around you, "sleep tight, baby."

#guns n roses fluff #gnr x reader #slash x reader #slash gnr #slash fic #saul hudson #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses #gnr fanfiction #slash fluff #slash smut #slash fanfiction #gnr smut #guns n roses smut #smut #smut fic

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alexrosa13 · 5 months ago

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Valentine Encounters

Luke x reader x Kieran//twins x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: 500 words

Note: fanfiction for my Valentine's Event

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... Luke and Kieran decided to use the free space for their mischievous plans... Read: sneaking around into their Boss's wardrobe to try on some of his pricey clothes and use his luxurious stuff (cologne, hair cosmetics, you name it). What they didn't expect was for Sylus' "adopted daughter" to catch them...

"What you think about this one?" Kieran turned around at the sound of Luke's voice, seeing his brother posing with Sylus's biker jacket on and a pair of (probably super expensive) sunglasses on.

Kieran let out a loud laugh, his upper half bending with him not being able to breath properly, Luke started hitting poses like in Dress To Impress with super serious look on his face didn't help the situation

"If not for the 'living in the shadow' part I would be a high paying model, trust." this comment alone had Kieran literally falling to his knees and the only thing saving him from the worst pain was a desk right next to him which he barely managed to grab in time.

"I can't man." he tried to steady his breathing while loosening up Sylus's tie he had on.

After another 15 minutes they had some of the more elegant clothes on them and posed before a huge wall mirror while taking selfies, that never will get posted anyways.

Until they saw someone in the mirror and both screamed in fear while dropping Kieran's phone on the floor, turning 180 as fast as Sonic with panicked looks on their faces.

"Really? That's what takes for you to scream? Good to know." the girl teased, clearly enjoying their reactions.

Sylus's precious little daughter as they called her and their not-so-secret crush caught them red-handed.

"It's not what you think!" Luke started with an excuse.

"Oh really? And what excuse do you have for..." she gazed them up and down with her finger following her eye movement, pointing at their outfits "Thisss." she raised her eyebrows, waiting.

"Well we..." Luke looked at his twin.

"Planned to get rid of the clothes Boss doesn't need anymore!" Kieran finished his brother's sentence, both of the boys flashing her their best proud smiles, acting innocent.

"Is that so?" why did she sound like their boss- "Is Sylus really getting rid of his favourite pair of glasses? Or the suit he had tailored specifically for him? Oh and let's not forget that the earrings you have on are actually a gift from his previous hunter." okay it didn't work on her.

She was definitely enjoying this. Twins looked at each other before sighting and admitting defeat with their heads dropping down dramatically.

"Now if you don't want him to find out try wearing something he doesn't even remember having, those things are typically deeper in the wardrobe, let me check. Oh! I always wanted to steal that designer belt with little gems!" she shot them a smile before literally running to the door leading to the room full of clothes, suddenly dropping all the teasing and starting to act like a happy kid getting a candy. Cute.

Twins looked at each other again, dumbfounded.

"Dude."

"I know dude."

"Exactly dude."

"Shut up and come here!" the girl's scream broke their little exchange of words, both of them rushed towards the wardrobe instantly, taking off Sylus's accessories on the way, ready to continue their modeling session.

Time for a fashion show.

#luke and kieran x reader #luke & kieran x reader #luke x reader x kieran #luke & kieran #luke x reader #kieran x reader #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #l&ds #lads #lnds #luke love and deepspace #kieran love and deepspace #onychinus twins

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iaminfourthwing · 7 months ago

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The Generals Daughter

A/N: Oh my god guys, I am so so so sorry for the long wait. I had so much things to do, was out of the city often and simply had no motivation to write :( I am really sorry for making you wait an eternity. I really hope I finally get more time and motivation to write again.

TW: descripted violence, murder and blood

Chapter XIV

I’ll rip you apart.

I know for sure that this fight will get bloody. The way his menacing glare is set on me makes me realize, that he’ll do anything to bond the midnight blue beauty behind him and that killing me is his mission now. Two can play the game.

„There is no need for you to be here because this dragon will be MINE!“ He growls. He behaves like a fucking animal.

‚Please do me the favor and kill him, he bores me almost to death.‘ The dragons voice echoes through my head. With pleasure.

„Sorry to disappoint you, Trevor, but she already chose me. And she wants me to kill you, which I can’t say no to. Not, when I want to get rid of you as well.“ With that I stalk forward into his direction, drawing my little sword and throwing my bow and arrows to the side, losing unnecessary weight to fight more freely. I don’t plan to kill him softly, I want to shred him apart into pieces.

He has his sword already firmly in his hand while he puts himself in a (pathetic) fighting stance. When I am near enough, a battle cry rips from Trevors throat and he charges at me. He swings his sword at my neck but I throw myself to the side, catching his stomach with a deep nasty slice through his leathers. He roars in pain and I use this moment to my advantage to knock the handle of my sword onto his nose, breaking it in the process. Rage contorts his feature, making him look like a maniac.

‚You are efficient and fast, I like that. Keep up and we can get out of here�� the feminine voice runs through my head again.

On it.

Raising my sword, again, I manage to push the blade through his right shoulder. Trevor stumbles and I fall forward. Distracted, I don’t notice the dagger in his hand and while he slips from my sword, he slices his blade through my leathers, cutting through the skin over my left collarbone down to the top of my right breast. I hiss. Fuck, the pain is harsh.

‚CONCENTRATE!‘ I am fucking trying!

I step back and look at his face. His greedy eyes stare back at me.

„You’ll go down, and then I’ll take your body with me to show the General and everyone else how weak you truly are“ he spits.

I scoff. He is the one bleeding out from several deep wounds, not me.

„Really? As if you aren’t the one suffering heavily from the bloodless right now.“ Annoyance coats my words.

This is going to end now!

„This dragon is MINE“ I roar, rage radiating from me.

Throwing my sword to the side, I unsheathed my favorite dagger … and attack.

He is catched off guard and steps back in surprise. Then, I am on him.

I punch him in his throat, making him splutter an struggling to catch his breath. Swinging my dagger upward I slice precisely through his cheek bone and through the left eye, damaging it heavily. He screams in agony, clutching his eye while stumbling backward.

„What … the fuck?!“ He struggles to get the words out.

The midnight blue beauty grumbles in approval.

Not wasting any more time, I swing again but barely catching his throat and so I push the dagger directly into it. Warm blood splatters on my face, running down the sides of my neck, soaking into my leathers. The blood running down makes my own open wound sting but I ignore the pain.

Trevors knees give out and he sinks down, hands trying to stop the thick blood from pouring out, but still running through his fingers. Leveling down to his height I look him dead and cold into his dying eyes.

„You’ll never be better than I am. You are just a pathetic excuse of a cadet and way to arrogant. This dragon is mine and you’ll die today … because of me. I am finally the one to get rid of you.“

Standing back up I don’t waste any time and push the dagger through his chin back up into his head. More blood splatters on my face, which I still ignore.

His eyes lose the maniac glimmer and his body falls forward. He is dead, finally.

‚Good job, Little Flame.‘ I turn around, facing her. Due to her words, a thankful smile stretches over my face. A true, happy smile.

‚Come on, we have to get back. We are one of the last pairs.‘

Only then I notice how much colder it got and that the sun is already going down. The fight must have been longer, than I thought. Shit, it’s getting late.

While I climb her leg up I let my thoughts wander.

Father will be mad, or maybe annoyed that I’ll show up this late. Probably punishing me again.

Fuck, did Vi make it? Did Tairn kept her seated? Did Rihannon made it? Ridoc? Sawyer? Liam?

‚I can assure you, Little Flame, all your questions will be answered. And now, hold on tight.‘

And with that, we are up in the air.

Taglist: @puttyly @tinystudentmiracle

#fourth wing #iron flame #fourth wing x reader #bodhi durran #xaden riorson #bodhi durran x oc #bodhi durran x reader #violet sorrengail #booktok #fourth wing by rebecca yarros

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year ago

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Aizawa x reader - all this time

Shouta Aizawa x Reader. Reader went to UA with him, and was practically Oboros sibling, but then he died. After Oboro died, Reader ran away and became a vigilante. One who was violent to the villains who killed their brother. After ten years and Aizawa is a teacher at UA they literally crash into his life again. Before reader left them and Shouta had been pining after each other hard core. Reader crashes into the USJ somehow, and beats the crap out of Tomura. (maybe Tomura ends up being readers brother? bio brother??) and is ready to kill to protect Shouta then fluff. the students live reader. - @nyxiethesimp 💜

You had been tracking the league of villains for a long time, you had been following their every move, targeting anybody they had links with, any other low life petty criminal you would just get rid off.

The heroes couldn’t do their jobs, they were useless.

You wanted justice, the people wanted justice, and you were going to bring them that justice no matter who got in your way.

You knew what they were planning next, so you wasted no time in running to the USJ.

Everybody was panicking, Aizawa was willing to do whatever it took to protect his students no matter the cost, even if it cost him his own life.

He stood no chance against Shigaraki or the Nomu he was fighting, but he wasn’t just going to let his students die at the hands of some villains.

Maybe that’s why nobody heard the loud bang, with all the commotion going on the sound just blended in with everything else.

You rolled over the ground a few times, and you crouched down, the chains you had wrapped around your arms making a rattling and clanging noise.

You crouched, resting your arms on your knees as you looked at the scene in front of you.

“Well if it isn’t the vigilante.” Shigaraki smirked.

You titled your head to the side just slightly.

“Hello justice.” He said.

You didn’t reply, but you did flick your gaze to the man that was pinned under him, your eyes locking with his black ones.

He seemed to be regarding you, and you looked to the students that were hiding from the villains.

“Oh yes, I forgot you know the mighty eraserhead right? Didn’t you go to school together? Oh! I remember you telling me all about him!”

You pushed yourself up, reaching your hands behind your back.

Shigaraki didn’t move, but the nomu stood next to him did, waiting for its orders.

“No love for your baby brother? We used to be so close.” He mocked.

He smirked a little.

“I want your hands to join the others, I have mothers, and fathers, i need you too.”

The nomu ran at you and you easily dodged the attacks, drawing the two swords from your back, the chains rattling as you moved.

You moved from side to side, making no attempt to attack the creature trying to hurt you.

“You were always so cool!” Your little brother gushed.

You swung your sword, slashing it right across the nomu and the wound healed almost instantly.

You were getting a read for the creature, learning how it moved, the attacks it favoured, how fast it was.

You were pin pointing any weak spots that you could find, making a note of them all while you deflected attacks and got in hits of your own.

You heard Aizawa groan in pain, and you glanced over, ducking under the attack that was aimed for you.

You charged for Shigaraki, grabbing him by the throat and you tossed him from Aizawa, placing your hand on the Nomu, sending a series of small pellet like bullets through it.

It stumbled back a little, and you placed your knee onto the heroes back, keeping him pinned to the ground.

Grabbing your swords, you primed one ready and threw it, straight through the head of the nomu and it fell, dropping to the floor.

Then your turned to face shigaraki.

“Why are you protecting them?!” He screamed.

You stayed quiet, and he clenched his jaw.

“You can’t protect them all!”

He ran towards one of the students, and you charged at him, gripping the chains you swung them, hitting him in the back, knocking him to the ground.

You swung the other chain, and he caught it, watching as it disintegrated in his palms and he narrowed his eyes.

“You’re pissing me off. I don’t like it when you piss me off.” He warned.

You stared at him, guiding the students behind you and over to their teacher, and you followed them quietly.

You helped Aizawa on to the back of a green haired student, and you handed your sword to another green haired one, a girl.

“Wait you need that!” One of them protested.

“You’re getting in the way!”

Shigaraki charged at you, wrapping four fingers around your throat, and you stood there staring at them.

“He doesn’t remember you~” he mocked.

He brought his other hand up, tugging at the bandanna that was wrapped around your face.

You didn’t move, you just stood there, eyes boring into that of the hero you once went to school with, were a student with.

His eyes widened a little.

“(Y/N)…” he whispered.

“Oh you remember! Hopefully you remember when you have to bury my dear sibling underground~”

You swung your arm back, slamming your elbow into his ribs, and you spun around, holding your hand out.

Your blood pooled into a sword in your hands and you charged, engaging a full on fight with the well known villain.

His quirk had no effect on your blood, since it wasn’t actually a solid, he couldn’t use his decay on it.

You carried on fighting him, occasionally cutting him, but nothing life threatening, and when his group came to bail him out you just stood there.

You stared at your brother as he left and turned around, making your towards the entrance, you pulled your mask back up and walked over to the students.

They all got ready to fight you, knowing exactly who you were and what you did, but you ignored him, walking to Aizawa.

Rolling up your sleeve, you took the bandages around arm and began to wrap them around his wounds.

“Why’re you helping us?” A student asked nervously.

You glanced at him, but didn’t reply.

You went back to wrapping up the wounds until you ran out of bandages, and you stepped back.

“Don’t.. walk away…” Aizawa grumbled.

You placed a hand on his forehead, patting it a couple of times before you turned around and walked away, making your way back to how you got in.

After that day you went back to what you were doing, having spent a few weeks fixing your chains.

That’s how you ran into Aizawa again, he was on night patrol, and you were looking for villains to beat the daylight out off and you two literally ran right into one another.

You stared at one another for a couple of seconds, and you swung your arm, chains knocking him from his feet.

“(Y/N)!”

You spun around, running back the way you had come from and Aizawa was right behind you.

He followed you up to the top of a building before he managed to catch you with his cloth around his neck.

You couldn’t reach your swords, so you manifested your blood into one.

“Hey! Hey! I’m not here to hurt you!”

Aizawa walked around you, and he stood in front of you, hands raised as he took his scarf back.

“I just want to talk, that’s it. It’s a lot of hassle to chase after you every single time, and I’ve not been told to arrest you.”

You narrowed your eyes a little bit.

“Everybody thought you died (Y/N), after.. well, you know, you just disappeared of the face of the earth. You didn’t even get in contact with anybody.”

He sounded angry, maybe a little disappointed or annoyed, that part you couldn’t tell.

Aizawa sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets, and he gestured to the side with his head.

“Can we talk?”

You gave a single nod of your head.

You knew you weren’t going to be able to outrun him, he was going to keep chasing after you, keeping looking for you and you couldn’t be bothered with that.

You trailed after him, not really interested in anything at all, but you knew where he was taking you.

He was talking you to his apartment, he wasn’t worried about you finding out where he lived, he knew you, knew your profile.

You hated villains, you hated heroes too, but villains even more, so you wouldn’t go around giving his address out to anybody.

He opened the door to let you inside and you stood awkwardly in the hallway, looking at the cat that walked over to him.

He knelt down to scratch the cat, and you just stood there.

“His name is Duke.”

Aizawa stood up, walking into the living room and you followed him, sitting down on the opposite end of the room to him.

He sat on the couch, neither of you speaking for a couple of minutes.

You turned your attention to the cat that was wondering over, and held your hand out, letting him decide if he wanted attention.

“Thank you.”

You looked up at him.

“For helping us. I know heroes aren’t exactly on the top of your list of your favourite people, you didn’t have to help me or my students but you did.”

You shrugged a little bit, looking away from him.

Aizawa sighed slightly.

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

This caught your attention, and Aizawa noticed the way you visibly tensed.

He slowly got up, making his way over and he slowly crouched down in front of you, resting his arms on his knees.

He was the reason you did that, after hanging around with him for so long when you were younger you just picked up some of his habits, some things that he did.

“Why won’t you talk to me? Do you hate me that much? Is it because I’m a hero? Was it something I did? I don’t understand. You haven’t said a single word, you didn’t speak back at the USJ either.”

Aizawa studied you carefully.

“What happened in these years you’ve been gone?”

Aizawa reached out, and you tensed up, slowly turning your head away.

“It’s alright.”

Aizawa slowly reached over, and he pushed your hood down, reaching around the back of your head, untying the bandanna.

He held it there, not removing it yet.

Your eyes locked with his, and you gave a small nod of your head, letting him know that he was alright to go ahead.

He removed it, setting it on the ground and turned his gaze back to you.

Aizawa placed a finger under your chin, tilting it up slightly, looking at your next.

He saw the scars, the same scars he had on his elbow, from Shigaraki, the decay quirk.

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

You shook your head.

Aizawa ran a couple of fingers over the scar lightly, and took a good look at you.

There was a few small scars on your face, but you hadn’t really changed all that much.

“You could’ve been an amazing hero (Y/N)…”

You scowled.

“I know, I know. You blame the heroes for what happened to your brother, you blame the villains and the heroes for what happened to Oboro.”

Aizawa got up, walking over he opened a book and took something out of it, then he grabbed a pad and pen and walked back to you.

He sat down in front of you, setting the pad and pen down first, then he held out the photo, letting you take it.

“I still have this. We found it in your apartment when we tried to find you. Me and Mic.”

You furrowed your brows a little, and Aizawa pointed to the blond haired boy in the photo.

“Hizashi is a hero too, present mic. Still as loud and as obnoxious as ever but we all knew he was never really going to change. Hell, you even called it that he was still going to be the exact same.”

You gave a silent laugh, smiling sadly as you looked at the photo, you and your friends all those years ago.

You had almost forgotten what it was like to be at UA, studying to be a hero, having your whole life ahead of you like that.

“Nezu wants to offer you a deal.”

You looked up at your friend.

“If you agree to come be a teaching assistant with me, all the charges against you were dropped. You want to stop villains, so do we.”

You set the photo down, grabbing the pad and pen and scribbled something down.

‘Not a chance.’

He sighed.

“Just at least come and have a look. You can actually give these kids a view of real life and what it’s like.”

‘I don’t care.’

You stood up, tossed the pad and pen aside.

Making your way back to the door you were stopped by Aizawa calling your name.

“That day I said there was something I wanted to tell you after school.”

You cast a look behind you as you tied the bandanna back around your face.

“I wanted to ask you on a date. Come to UA on Monday, first thing in the morning. If you do I’ll tell you more.”

You left, going back to what you were doing.

Aizawa waited by the gates on Monday morning with Nezu.

“Do you think they’ll show?” Nezu asked.

“I could never predict what they were doing to do, nobody could. That was (Y/N)s job, study someone for a few moments and they knew what every next move would be.”

Nezu nodded slightly.

“Well, perhaps we should consider offering a different incentive. What did you say to encourage them?”

Aizawa glanced down at Nezu.

“Something I knew would get their interest.”

Aizawa gestured to the entrance and Nezu turned to look.

You were stood there with your hands in your pockets.

“Oh you came, how delightful, please come with us.”

You followed them idly.

You had no interested in being there, you were only there because of Aizawa.

You had a long meeting with Nezu, and finally you were allowed to follow Aizawa, and he led you to his classroom.

“I’m sure you all know the vigilante Justice.”

Aizawa pointed to you and the classroom fell quiet.

“ITS YOU!”

“Thank you for saving us!” Someone gushed.

You scowled and moved away from the students who came to ask you a whole bunch of questions.

“Justice can’t speak. Sit down, ask questions one at a time.”

The students complied, and Aizawa handed you some chalk before he laid down behind his desk, closing his eyes.

You looked at him but said nothing to him, you just wrote on the board.

“Do whatever I don’t care.’

“Can we ask questions?” A girl asked.

‘I don’t care. If I don’t like them I won’t answer them.’

They nodded their heads, raising their hands to ask you questions and you answered the ones you felt like answering.

You couldn’t exactly leave, you knew you were being watched.

Aizawa wasn’t actually sleeping, he just wanted to see how you would handle the situation he placed you in.

He was laid on the floor, occasionally looking up at you to see what you were doing, just studying you.

He knew you were waiting to talk to him about you said, and he knew that conversation couldn’t be avoided for much longer.

He avoided it long enough when you were students, then he lost your for years, now he didn’t want to avoid it anymore because he had never stopped thinking about you

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