#i may come back to this in the future and touch it up though

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ranmaru's Main Story

Chapter 5 Part 2 Translation

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

(Huh?)

Ranmaru: "Three… two…"

(A countdown?!)

When I quickly looked up and met his gaze, Ranmaru blinked in surprise.

Ranmaru: "Ah, you looked."

Mai: "Whenever someone starts counting like that, nothing good ever happens."

Ranmaru: "Wait—have you been taken hostage before?"

Mai: "No, but that's just how it is."

(I mean, that kind of thing happens all the time in dramas.)

Ranmaru: "Huh. So even in the future, things are still pretty dangerous."

(Ugh, he's completely misunderstood what the future is like.)

Still, I didn't bother correcting him and stayed quiet.

Ranmaru: "Geez, come on…"

He let out a sigh and brought the spoon he was holding back up to my mouth.

Ranmaru: "I told you to behave, not to turn into a doll."

Ranmaru: "Are you really planning to just keep skipping meals like this?"

Mai: ".........."

Ranmaru: "*sigh* Silent treatment again?"

A soft pout tugged at his perfectly shaped lips.

(Even if you make that face, I won't give in!)

I turned my face away in defiance.

It's been about three days since they brought me here.

(Since I wasn't locked up in a dungeon, I was lucky enough to keep track of time.)

(And because of that, I can still resist like this.)

Ranmaru: "Refusing food or water from the enemy is a classic move."

Ranmaru: "But for an ordinary girl like you to take that route is a bit troubling."

(That's exactly the point.)

I chose a hunger strike as my method—refusing the food and water they provided.

(They said I had value to them.)

(Which means I'm an important bargaining chip.)

(If the bargaining chip they went through all the trouble to steal starts getting weaker, they won't be able to just ignore it.)

Just as I expected, he showed up in the room again, trying to make me eat somehow.

Ranmaru: "You're hungry, right? Come on, Lady Mai. Say 'ahh.'"

Mai: "………."

(To be honest, I'm starving.)

My eyes were nearly glued to the spoonful of warm porridge, but I forced myself to look away.

(First, I need to win this little standoff with him.)

(Then, I'll try negotiating—I'll eat in exchange for him untying my wrists.)

With renewed determination, I glared at Ranmaru.

Ranmaru: ".………"

Ranmaru: "If you're going to stick to that attitude, then I've got a few ideas of my own."

Mai: "Making that face doesn't scare me one bit."

Mai: "I've seen it more times than I can count."

Ranmaru: "So what you're saying is, you couldn't take your eyes off me?"

Mai: "S-Stop teasing me. Even if you say stuff like that, it's not gonna shake me."

Ranmaru: "Mm. Feisty, aren't you?"

Ranmaru: "If you'd just channel that fire into eating properly, I wouldn't have to do things like this."

Ranmaru: "Don't worry—I won't hurt you."

Ranmaru: "Though I'm going to have to get a little forceful. Sorry, okay?"

(Huh?)

Ranmaru's hand suddenly reached out in front of me. Then…

(Mmph!)

He pinched my nose between his fingers, making it hard to breathe.

Mai: "Ah!"

Ranmaru: "There we go, good girl."

The moment I instinctively opened my mouth, he slipped the spoonful of porridge in.

Mai: "Mmm…"

(I don't want to eat it, but I can't exactly spit it out either.)

Ranmaru: "Yep, just eat it properly without resisting."

Ranmaru: "I kind of get what you're thinking and what you're trying to do, but—"

His voice suddenly took on a different tone.

Ranmaru: "But wasting a good meal is something I just can't forgive."

(Ah.)

Startled by how serious he sounded, I ended up swallowing the porridge.

Ranmaru: "See? Tastes good, right? And now you know—it's not poisoned either."

Ranmaru: "So, what about the second bite?"

He leaned in closer, swinging the now-empty spoon in front of me.

His face came so close that our noses almost touched.

Mai: "I'll feed myself."

Ranmaru: "Good. What a well-behaved girl."

He smiled cheerfully as he handed me the spoon.

Ranmaru: "Eat slowly, okay? Otherwise, your stomach might get a shock."

Mai: "R-Right."

(It's hard to relax when he's watching me like this.)

Ranmaru had made himself comfortable beside me, clearly not planning to leave until I finished eating.

Ranmaru: "………"

He kept smiling, watching me like a hawk as I finally started eating.

(Maybe this method isn't going to work after all.)

From then on—

Ranmaru: "Good job! You finished everything again today."

Mai: "Y-Yeah. Thank you for the meal."

Ranmaru: "I'll take the dishes then. Need anything else?"

Mai: "No, I'm fine."

Ranmaru: "Alright. See you later."

Still smiling, he left the room with the tray in hand.

Since the day he forced me to eat, I gave up the hunger strike and started eating whatever he brought without protest.

(Ranmaru's reasoning about not wasting food does make sense.)

(Besides, one of my hands is still free—I can still escape.)

He only dropped by now and then to check on me, and since that incident, I hadn't seen Kenyo even once.

If I listened closely, I could hear voices from the other side of the sliding door.

Man 1: "It's about time for my shift to end. What about you?"

Man 2: "I'm here until sundown."

(So there are two guards again today.)

Even those two didn't seem particularly alert around me.

(They're keeping watch, but it's not like they're tracking every little thing I do.)

(If that's the case, maybe I can act before they make their move.)

The next day.

Mai: "Ranmaru, I have a favor to ask."

Ranmaru: "A favor?"

Ranmaru: "Sure, what is it? I know it hasn't been easy for you, Lady Mai."

Ranmaru: "As long as you're not asking me to let you go, I'll do whatever I can."

(He shut that down quickly, but I expected that much!)

Putting on an innocent expression, I turned to face him.

Mai: "Um, could I have something to write with?"

Ranmaru: "You mean paper and a brush?"

Mai: "Yeah. Since I'm just sitting here quietly, I thought I might as well pass the time sketching some kimono designs."

Mai: "Is that alright?"

Ranmaru: "Hmm…"

He pretended to think it over for a moment before giving me a bright smile.

Ranmaru: "Sure."

(Yay!)

True to his word, he brought me paper and a brush right away.

Ranmaru: "Alright, have fun."

Mai: "Y-Yeah. Thank you."

(Being cheered on while secretly deceiving him kind of stings.)

(But now's not the time to feel guilty.)

Once I made sure he had left the room, I sat down at the writing desk.

I began writing a letter pleading for help from the Oda army—but my brush froze in mid-stroke.

(Wait, where the hell even am I?)

(If only I could casually ask someone… like—)

Mai: "Um, nice weather today, isn't it?"

Taking the plunge, I called out to the guard still stationed outside the sliding door.

Mai: "By the way, did you know there's going to be a festival soon in Azuchi?"

Mai: "I was just wondering how long it would take to walk there from here."

I kept trying different topics, changing my tone and approach, but I didn't get a single reply.

(This method won't work. I need something else.)

(I've already tried so many things since then, but...)

Apparently, everyone here is a follower of Kenyo. They're all loyal to him, so no one shared anything with me, a mere hostage.

(If that's the case, then I've got no choice but to force my way out!)

(Got it.)

That night, I jammed the chopstick I'd swiped earlier into the knot of the rope and worked at it for hours until it finally loosened.

(Next, the lantern!)

I deliberately made a loud noise, then quickly hid in a corner of the room.

Follower 1: "What was that?!"

Follower 2: "She's gone?!"

I took advantage of the chaos as the guards rushed in.

(Now!)

I silently slipped out through the open sliding door and fled.

I ran toward the most deserted path I could find and held my breath in the darkness.

Follower 1: "Hey, she's escaped!"

Follower 2: "After her! She couldn't have gotten that far!"

Shouts rang out from all directions, accompanied by the pounding of footsteps.

(They're fast! I need to get out of here before they catch me!)

I quietly turned on my heel, ready to run again, when—

Mai: "Ah!"

I crashed straight into someone who had somehow appeared silently behind me.

Ranmaru: "Lady Mai, out for a midnight stroll?"

Ranmaru: "That's so cold of you. If you'd just told me, I would've come with you."

Mai: "U-Um…"

(Of all the people I could've run into—it had to be him!)

Mai: "Sorry!"

I shoved Ranmaru with all my strength and took off running again.

His eyes remained calm and unreadable as he watched Mai's silhouette fade into the distance.

Ranmaru: "It's pointless, though."

Follower: "Lord Ranmaru! The girl escaped from her room."

Ranmaru: "Yeah, I know."

Ranmaru: "Leave it to me—and try not to cause a big fuss, alright?"

Ranmaru: "If things get too chaotic, she might actually manage to slip away."

Follower: "Understood!"

The follower obediently bowed and withdrew.

Ranmaru watched him go, then extinguished the light in his hand and narrowed his eyes in the dark.

Ranmaru: "You really don't know when to give up, do you?"

(Okay, let's hide here for now.)

I sprinted through the dark corridor and ducked into a quiet, nearby storehouse, trying to catch my breath.

(Now that Ranmaru's seen me, there's no way I'm getting out of here easily.)

(But if they're searching for an escapee, they'll probably start with the temple grounds and the forest around it, right?)

That's why I chose to hide in this storehouse on the edge of the property.

(There's dust everywhere, and even though the light's on, it doesn't seem like this place is used much.)

I glanced around and ducked into the shadows when suddenly—

(Are you kidding me?!)

The storehouse door slowly creaked open, and faint footsteps approached.

They were so quiet, you'd miss them if you weren't paying attention—but I recognized that careful, deliberate gait.

(It's definitely Ranmaru.)

(Please don't come any closer!)

I gripped a wooden stick I'd found nearby, desperately praying.

And then—

Ranmaru: "Your kimono's going to get dirty."

His voice drifted down gently from above—quiet and surprisingly kind.

Mai: "Ah…"

He looked down at me calmly as I sat there in stunned silence.

Ranmaru: "I figured you'd be here."

Ranmaru: "You didn't know where to go, and running into the dark must've been scary."

His quiet gaze briefly flicked toward the lit lantern hanging on the wall.

Ranmaru: "Leaving that light on turned out to be the right move."

(No way.)

My heart began to pound with dread.

(He left the light on… to lure me here?)

(That can't be. He couldn't have had time to get here first.)

Ranmaru: "I had a feeling that if you were going to escape, it would be tonight."

One by one, he gently unraveled every doubt that had begun to form in my mind.

Ranmaru: "One of the chopsticks was missing from the tray I cleared earlier."

Ranmaru: "You're not the kind of person who would carelessly toss something aside, so I figured you must've hidden it."

(Everything I planned… every little move I made…)

Mai: "You knew… from the very beginning?"

Ranmaru: "………"

He knelt down in silence, meeting my gaze as I collapsed onto the floor.

The lantern's glow flickered softly in his eyes. And then, in a voice more serious than ever, he asked:

Ranmaru: "Lady Mai… Am I less important to you than Lord Nobunaga and the others?"

(Huh?)

That question caught me a little off guard.

Ranmaru: "I know I lied to you and forced you to come here, but do you really want to go back to Azuchi Castle so badly that you'd risk an escape like this?"

Ranmaru: "It's not like you swore loyalty to them, right? You're not especially fond of them either, are you?"

(That might be true.)

Mai: "I just don't want to cause trouble for everyone in the Oda army."

Mai: "If I'm being held hostage, it means you plan to use me to force them into an unfair negotiation, right?"

(This is the Sengoku era—so that means—)

Mai: "There's no way this won't lead to conflict. Worse, it could even start a war. People might die because of it."

Ranmaru: "…………"

Ranmaru remained silent, and I held his gaze without flinching.

Mai: "If escaping from here can stop all that from happening, then I'll keep trying—no matter how many times it takes."

Mai: "This isn't about who I care about more or who I like better—it's not that kind of choice."

Ranmaru: "…………"

(To be honest, part of me also just wanted to rebel against him for betraying me.)

But I couldn't bring myself to say that aloud.

Because the beautiful young man in front of me was no longer the kind, gentle person I'd known back at Azuchi Castle.

(And yet—)

Ranmaru: "I see."

(Huh?)

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand.

The hesitation in his gaze was gone—replaced by something cold.

Ranmaru: "In that case, I won't hold back anymore either."

Mai: "Ah—"

*Clink*

A soft metallic sound rang out as something latched onto my wrist.

It was a shackle.

Worse, the other end of it was attached to his wrist.

Mai: "A-Are you kidding me?!"

Ranmaru: "There. All set. Now—let's go back."

(What do you mean "all set"?!)

As he tried to walk away like nothing had happened, I resisted and stayed put.

Mai: "No! Hey, take this off!"

Ranmaru: "If you make a fuss, Lord Kennyo will find out."

When Ranmaru turned to look at me, his eyes were cold.

Ranmaru: "And if that happens, security will only get tighter."

Ranmaru: "I'm keeping quiet out of the kindness of my heart. Are you sure you want to throw that away?"

Mai: "----!"

(Damn it. If that happens, I'll be the one who suffers the most.)

Mai: "…………"

Ranmaru: "Good girl."

He gave a cruel smirk in response to my silence.

Ranmaru: "I won't tell Lord Kennyo—but in exchange, I'll be keeping a very close eye on you."

(This is the worst.)

Ranmaru: "Making that face won't help you either."

(Ah—!)

He gave the shackle a sharp tug, causing me to stumble forward.

Ranmaru: "Let's go back quietly, alright? What do you say?"

Mai: "Okay."

With Ranmaru leading the way, I had no choice but to follow him out of the storehouse.

It felt like I'd just made the biggest mistake of my life as a hostage.

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[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your boyfriend buys you a pretty golden necklace with his initials, not knowing it will only intensify the urge to claim you as his own in every way.

tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, pwp. age gap (reader early 20’s, gojo early 30’s). possessive. talks of marriage. unprotected. breēding kink; crēampies. jealousy. pregnancy kink? reader gets called ‘baby, sweetheart, mama’ not proofread; excuse the grammar. wc: 1.7k

“look at that, baby,” satoru coos as he watches the golden necklace bounce around your collarbone with each wet thrust. it’s a 24k pure gold necklace he purchased just today, with his initials on it.

something inside him stirred the moment he put it on you. satoru couln’t help himself from pinning you to the couch and claiming you as his own for the nth time. it doesn’t matter how many times he fucks you; it’s never enough.

the letters ‘sg’ are shimmering under the light of the living room. the older man is grinning from ear to ear, nearly cumming from the sight of you wearing that necklace alone. it’s a sign of possession to him. you’re his—you’re only his. he’s the only one who can touch you like this.

“shit, ‘t makes me wanna put a ring on it,” satoru hisses, one of his hands pressing down on your lower tummy. you gasp and clutch at his broad back, nails digging into his flesh quite painfully. “i think i’d engrave my initials on the inside of the ring too, what do ya think?”

each word is punctuated with a thrust. his hips are non-stop ramming into yours, claiming even the deepest spots of your body beneath him. he leans down to trail kisses down your sensitive neck, eliciting a couple whines from your lips.

“d’y wanna get married, sweetheart?” the sudden proposal takes you off guard. you can’t believe satoru would ask such a thing while being balls deep inside you. you’re blabbering nonsense, your voice muffled due to the saliva building up in your mouth.

“m— married? babe, are you ser-” your question is left unanswered as your boyfriend kisses your plump lips. he switches to a slow and gentle pace, grinding into your needy cunt until it leaves you shaking. his fingers play with the golden jewelry around your neck.

a necklace will do. as long as you’ll wear that accessory from this day forward, he’ll be satisfied. the urge to make you his forever partner could be satiated. for now, that is. he knows you still have a bright future ahead of you, like getting your degree and first ever proper job.

“let’s have you finish university first, yeah?” satoru smiles down at you after detaching his lips from yours. he watches the string of saliva hang between your mouths, giving a short hum once it snaps. his big hand slithers down to cup your breast and knead it, kissing your nipple whilst holding eye contact, “i can wait for you.”

satoru sighs as he rolls his tongue around your hardened nipple. he’s drooling over your breasts, a drunken glint in his eyes. he’s so obsessed with you to the point that he’d marry you right now if he could. that proposal wasn’t a joke—but he figured that it also wasn’t the smartest.

he’ll give you a proper and serious proposal one day. though, now you know for sure that he’s gotten into this relationship with the thought of actually marrying you.

“but i also—fuck—can’t wait,” satoru whines, feeling your walls clamp down on his thick cock. his dick is pulsing with need, exploring your squishy insides while his balls prepare to release all semen stored right into your fertile womb. even if you may take a pill to get rid of any unwanted consequences, the thought of seeing your tummy swell with his child is making the older man go insane.

satoru buries his face between your breasts and breathes heavily against your sweaty skin. his hips move with renewed vigour, his energy never depleting when it comes to pleasuring you, “wanna make you my wife ‘n breed this pretty pussy.”

you moan repeatedly, unable to stop yourself. especially after satoru frantically spews such lewd words. he’s getting lost in your cunt and the way it’s swallowing him in—into your pretty pussy that he owns. his pussy.

“wanna be your wife so bad, ‘toru,” you hiccup, nearly crying from the intense pleasure. you’d love to be satoru’s wife. he already treats you so well while you’re his girlfriend, you can’t imagine how much better it’s going to get once you’re officially his. your stomach fills with butterflies at the thought of being able to call him your husband.

the white-haired man chuckles. his blue eyes stare down at you with nothing but love, “yeah? mh, i’ll treat you so well every single day. g’nna come home to you ‘n give you some proper loving.”

satoru can already imagine it. coming home to you after a long day of work, needing a quick release. seeing you greet him at the door will send him into a frenzy. especially if you’re wearing an apron—he’s a sucker for domestic stuff.

you, his wife, taking care of him after a rough day at work. . . it’s a dream come true. he’ll spoil you with materialistic gifts and his unending love so you’ll live a happy life.

oh, don’t get him started on kids. satoru ruts into you like his life depends on it, the hypnotising rhythm of your boobs jiggling in circles is making him drool. having a little family with you is his end goal. you’ll be such a good mother and he’ll be such an amazing dad; a perfect combination.

satoru can already picture the amount of times he’ll dump his cum inside of you, without any restrictions. without you taking a pill or him wrapping a condom around his dick. his libido is going to be at an all time high when the time comes.

even if satoru ages a bit, he’s sure that he’s going to be able to have sex with you non stop. you get him hard without fail every single time. you’re his everything—the apple of his eyes.

your lover nearly chokes on his own saliva. he pushes his cock in to the base, burying it as deep as possible. your fingers curl around the pillow you’re holding for support, your eyes rolling back. his pink tip hit the right spot. that sweet spot that makes you cum without fail.

satoru bites his bottom lip. the way he’s looking at you, with a possessive kind of love and lust, is simply too much. his oceanic eyes are glimmering with need. erotic images flash through his mind of him impregnating you, “going to put a baby into you as soon as you’re ready.”

your tummy fills with butterflies. the way he’s talking to you like you’re already a married couple is making your pussy even wetter than it already is. it’s like it’s begging satoru to give it to you already—to make it store all his cum.

his eyes roll back as he leans his forehead against your shoulder. he has to hold himself back from cumming too soon. he wants to cherish every second spent inside of your warm body. satoru attaches his lips to your breasts again, “mhhh, y’re gonna look so beautiful pregnant, mama. those tits of y’rs. . .”

his voice is barely audible because he’s busy sucking on your nipples. your boyfriend is imagining the pair growing with each semester, filling out perfectly to store milk for the baby.

satoru cannot wait to be the reason why your body will change so much. you’ll be even prettier than you already are, that he can tell already. he’s going to give you gifts every day, to thank you for carrying his child. he’s going to spoil you rotten because you deserve it and so much more.

he can’t wait for the married life with you. many men dread that life, but that’s not the case with satoru. every day of his married life will be spent with his wife—you—and the honeymoon phase will never end. ever.

satoru’s cock is twitching and begging for the much needed release. he pounds you into the couch until you’re screaming in pleasure, feeling him so deep inside you. he’s so big, he’s stretching you out so well to the point of no return. the older man grins at the sight of your already fucked out face, “cunt ‘s gonna be so swollen because of how much i’ll pleasure her—paint her all white with my cum.”

satoru’s nasty words are causing unspeakable things to your body. you’re on the brink of reaching that euphoric state. the dirty talk is too much to handle at this point. your limbs are tingling and your cunt is aching to be stuffed full of his hot semen.

“s-satoru, don’t say such stuff,” you comment in a shaky breath. your head is spinning and your hands desperately reach out to hold onto his shoulders, squeezing the skin. your hips are bucking up lightly, your clit bumping against satoru’s pelvic area with each thrust, “i’m gonna cum if you keep saying that.”

your lover’s grin widens even more. he knows you enjoy it when he whispers such dirty stuff in your ear. that’s mainly the reason why he does it. he’s talked you through multiple orgasms before—it’s quite easy to do so with his husky voice and manly touch.

“that’s fine, baby,” satoru coos and leaves one last, sloppy kiss on your nipple before leaning in to attach his lips to yours. his tongue swirls around yours as you share your spit, the mixture trickling down your chins.

his hips don’t stop. he positions his lower body in an angle that gets you screaming for mercy, which he won’t do. he craves to ruin you on his cock, to see you melt with pleasure underneath him.

“make a mess on my dick while i make a mess inside of you,” satoru encourages you which seals the deal. your body shakes as you feel the waves of pleasure run through your system. you can feel hot ropes of cum nestle deep inside of your cunt. your boyfriend shudders at the sensation and helps you ride your climax out.

he pushes in and back out a few times, lazily, his finger finding your clit to rub until you’ve calmed down. “good girl. y’ took all of it, hm? lovely,” satoru nearly collapses on top of you after the energy leaves his body, careful not to crush you underneath his weight.

he doesn’t bother to pull out. he keeps his cum plugged into you—relishing the moment of ecstasy. even if he can’t fully breed you now, he’ll wait until the day he can.

“i love you, wifey,” satoru kisses your temple, tiredly giggling at the nickname he gave you. in his mind, you are already his one and only woman.

his wife and partner for life.

[taintandviolent]

sin creeps in ; Nosferatu x Reader

summary: You're plagued by heinous nightmares of a mysterious monster, but you can't help but feel drawn to he who plagues you.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 1.5K | female reader, monster fucking, vampires, vampire sex, bloodplay, biting, drinking blood / blood loss, mentions of death, making out, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of accents, shadow play (fingering)????.

a/n: MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR NOSFERATU 2024! this is just.... listen, I'm not even going to try to justisfy myself. rack up yet another hear me out moment for me. you either understand or you don't. shorter than I wanted it to be, but I needed to get this out and sate my hunger. banner by @/strangergraphics!

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You awake with a strangled gasp, your hands flying to your throat as your breath gradually returns. The nightmares had roused you, as they had every night, but this time, something lingered. Your room was frigid; the gauzy curtains fluttered in front of the open window like misplaced ghosts, allowing the chill of the night to penetrate your quarters. Everything looks terrifying at night; familiar shapes are transformed into horrible spectres, and your very room feels unknown. Unsafe. 

He is here. For the first time in several nights, you weren’t dreaming – he has come for you.

“I know that you are here with me,” you bravely whisper into the emptiness of your own bedroom. The wind whistled, a familiar sound, but something growled – growled in a language you didn’t speak, but understood. The voice was low, gravelly, and heavily accented. 

Hurriedly, you kick the sheets from your legs. The moonlight pales your skin, washing you in its blanch, bluish tone. Gripping your gown with both hands, you gather it up your thighs, exposing them to the cold. The chill of the wind hits your center, and you hiss through your teeth. Your head drops to your chest, and so does your gaze, watching patiently. At the edge of your bed, a large, slender shadow manifests. Him. 

You dare not look up. The feeling of his presence petrifies you, but also arouses you – letting a slick warmth pool deeply between your legs. 

The shadows continue to creep further up your bed, until they reach your feet, which twitch in response. Up, up, up… along your shins. Your skin prickles, and you shiver, doing your best to remain calm. Though he doesn’t touch you, you feel him. You feel every pass of his large hand as it makes its way up your body. His shadow glides over your hip, to your stomach and finally between your plump breasts, coming to a stop over your beating heart. It thumps away like a rabbit’s heart underneath the blackness of his form, and you hear a ragged, strained groan.

Then, with no warning, it moves down, leaving a cold, lifeless chill in its path like a gust of winter wind. You pant, desperately clinging to what breath you have. All at once, the shadow envelopes the soft, warm mound between your legs and your hands fall to the bed, bracing yourself. You have felt his ghostly touches for countless nights, tasting your body as a lover would, but each time your body climbed the peak, the sensations disappeared.  He comes to you in dreams, always leaving you unsatisfied. Your chest heaves in the night, cold droplets of sweat peppering your decollete and breasts. Your hands claw the sheets while you dream, but never reach euphoria.

Tonight, there are new sensations. The phantom wisp of his middle finger runs along the length of your slit. Grazing it. Somehow, you feel his finger part your wet folds, toying with your most sensitive areas. The nonexistent pads of his fingers sweep back and forth over your swelling clit, bringing a spasmodic twitch from each of your muscles. Wanting. Craving. While the sensation lacks the familiar warmth of a living man, it is bountiful with pleasurable feelings – your body responds embarrassingly; your shoulders shudder violently. 

He inhales, a deeply hollow sound. “You desire this… thine own body craves it….” 

The accent seems to fill his entire mouth, rumbling in his throat as he speaks slowly, drawing out each word like an incantation. You let out a plaintive moan, throwing your head back against the pillows, the down feathers crackling underneath you. As though he’s still pleasuring you, your hips writhe back and forth, practically convulsing with need. The shadow of his hand is gone from your body, replaced by the looming darkness of his physical form. After a moment of trepidation, you finally lift your head, and stare into the dark, terrifying eyes that watch you. 

You swallow hard. “I do.” 

A moment passes before you continue. “Take me as you will, for I am yours.” You consent again, desperate to convey your own insatiable hunger, your unimaginable need. 

Another intake of breath from him – it almost sounds labored, painful. His footsteps are dreadful as he moves around to the side of your bed. He’s tall, his form stretching towards the ceilings and towering over you, consuming your atmosphere as he had in your nightmares. His silhouette is large; enhanced by the countless furs he has on.

Weightlessly, his lithe, ghastly fingers reach for you and make contact with your form. They are cold, and the icy feeling of them penetrate the thin fabric of your nightgown. He moves gradually, but hungrily, feeling the curves of your body beneath the cotton. As he moves southward, his fingers skim over the peak of your breast, a nail catching on the swollen nipple. It hurts, but your chest jerks forward still, craving more of his touch. 

Pulling a breathy moan from deep within your throat, his long, sharp nails rake across the tender flesh of your thigh. It’s bathed in the silvery moonlight, which casts horrible, elongated shadows of his fingers down towards your center. He scrapes downward, his middle finger digging into the flesh enough to leave a reddened streak behind, but not so much to break the skin.

“P-please…” you mewl, looking up into his horrifying visage. The sight of him fills you with dread and disgust, but like a single drop of blood in water, it’s tainted with something else, something else that has been lingering in your system for days. 

He’s above you now, though you don’t remember seeing him move atop of you. Still, he’s there. The bed creaks as you push yourself into the mattress, whimpering underneath him. He lowers himself down onto you, the brush of his mustache tickles your face as he lingers above you. A second passes and his waiting mouth envelops yours. He tastes damp and cold, faintly of ash and earth. His tongue slips out and it too is cold, slipping wetly along your own and along your bottom lip. His kiss is dreadful, but possessive, and he inhales each time you exhale, as though he’s trying to suck the very warmth out of you. No man has kissed you the way Count Orlok kisses you, and the chill of the room disappears, snuffed out by the fire that rages in your lower abdomen. 

Your tongues collide with each other; you tasting his lifelessness, and him tasting your utterly intoxicating, vibrant liveliness. For a moment, the two of you stay intertwined at the mouth until he separates himself, smearing his mouth over the warmth of your neck. He hovers, pausing over your pulse. It thrums under his lips, and his hips urge into yours, indicating his hunger.

There is a shuffle, a rustling of clothing. You try to lift your head up to gaze between your bodies, but his hand holds you fast, pressing you against the pillow. The size of his hand is staggering; his palm underneath your chin, while the fingertips extend past your hairline, into the strands. You shudder again and whisper his name. He inhales as though he plans to speak, but doesn’t. 

The front of your nightgown falls apart, revealing your chest to him. With one hand covetously clutching your breast, his mouth opens between your breasts, the slithery coolness of his tongue gliding down along the length of your sternum. As the teeth puncture your flesh, your hands make fists on either side of your body, pulling the sheets into the confines of your palms. He enters you, in more ways than one, and you feel the steady tug of his mouth as he sucks the blood from your veins. Warmth pools in the cave of your stomach.

The fingers of his other hand crawl up your shoulder, and like a quill in ink, he dips the pads of his fingers into the hollow of your chest, coating them in your crimson essence. He smears the blood along your decollete, along the hem of your nightgown, tugging it harshly over your shoulder. The blood coats you in a flash of warmth, and then chill as it meets the cold air. 

His hips rut against yours as he drinks, the pulse of your blood matching the thrust of his hips. An ache starts in your neck, a slow pulling sensation that has your eyelids fluttering. He moves within you, his length penetrating as deeply as his sharpened teeth have. Your release is found amongst blood and groans and that same language which you understand, but do not speak. His tongue scrubs at your soft skin, lapping up the blood as it comes… as you do. 

The darkness is ever-looming, and as your aching cunt ebbs its throbbing, it settles down upon you. You let yourself fall backwards into the abyss, freely. It takes you, wrapping its arms around your tiny frame which is dwarfed by his stature. His mouth breaks free of your bloodied skin with a slick pop.  Into the softness of your skin, you hear him growl, ‘Mine.’ The feeling vibrates against your neck, and your lids flutter shut.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Doting

Tags: jjk men as dads, tooth-rotting fluff, comfort drabbles

Synopsis: How the JJK men treat you while pregnant (spoiler warning- they dote on you.)

An: This is my formal apology for writing Nanami angst on the “Baby’s first words” post 😔 it will never happen again (can we stop with the death threats now?)

SATORU • SUGURU • TOJI • SUKUNA • NANAMI

SATORU

Oh, your loving husband is all over you while you’re pregnant. He genuinely has such a cute fascination with all the changes your body is going through. He seriously thinks you’re so strong for carrying his heir.

He loves rubbing your bump. In fact, he will always be touching it in some form or fashion while you two are together. When he’s away on missions, he has you send him pictures and updates on your pregnancy as if anything major has changed in a couple of days.

You best believe he is ready to indulge you on your every craving, no matter how strange. It’s three a.m and you’re crying because you need that specific brand of chicken wings and a can of whip cream? He’s heading to the store immediately to fetch whatever you tell him to.

He genuinely worries about being a good dad. Many nights he lays his head on your bump and talks to you about how teaching didn’t come naturally to him. He wasn’t born knowing how to meet people where they’re at. He use to expect people to be able to meet him on his level. He worries that he may inadvertently put a lot of pressure on his kid, and that’s the last thing he wants due to how he was raised. He just wants his kid to be a kid.

He’s the best, most loving and compassionate dad to your baby, more than you could ever hope for. Even if teaching didn’t come to him naturally, being a father did.

SUGURU

He’s such a “sit down and let me do it for you” while you’re pregnant. He cooks, cleans, works, and tends to you completely throughout your pregnancy.

Suguru gets hyper fixated on your health during pregnancy. He only feeds you the yummiest and healthiest foods while you’re pregnant. He encourages for you to sit on the yoga ball and do (very) light exercises. He just wants the best for you and his baby.

Whenever I said he tends to you, I genuinely mean he tends to you. He’ll gently brush your hair at night time, rub your back when your belly is becoming heavy to carry around, serve your breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed, carries around emesis bags and breath mints for if you get morning sickness while you two are out.

This man is the king of enforcing your boundaries to people when they don’t listen. That really annoying family member that insists on being there for the birth even though you’ve already explained to them that you want this to be an experience for just you and Geto? Yeah, he’s made it very clear to them that they will not be at the birth if they want to be in your kid’s life.

He is absolutely not afraid to hurt feelings if it means his wife and future child are safe and cared for. He really don’t give a fuck who anyone else is. You and his child are first priority.

TOJI

Toji is definitely the type to express his love and devotion for you in other ways than the most conventional methods.

He is so incredibly gentle while you’re pregnant. He doesn’t rile you up as much or play fight with you anymore. He constantly reminds himself that you’re carrying another life inside you and that you have enough on your plate.

This man… whew does he love seeing you pregnant. Toji’s the type of man to feel so feral when he looks at you heavily pregnant with his kid.

He adores your body. He’ll rub lotion all over you and oils to help your skin accommodate to the stretch of carrying a kid. He massages your body and absolutely worships it while he’s rubbing the lotion and oil on you.

Your breasts are sore? He’ll gently massage them until they feel better. Your back hurts? He’d be the type to lift your bump up and take the weight off you for as long as you ask him to so you can feel relaxed for a few minutes.

And look this is probably TMI but like, if you got a clogged milk duct due to breastfeeding, Toji would unfortunately be the type of man to fix that issue with his mouth. i’m sorry but he would.

Final thing is, you better believe that he doesn’t allow anyone to get too close to you. He is so unbelievably protective over you while you’re pregnant. If he could, he’d lock you up at home to prevent anyone from getting close to you.

SUKUNA

On the outside, he acts very nonchalant and unbothered by your pregnancy. On the inside, he is constantly plagued by the thought that your body may not be able to carry his heir. The thought of losing you or his child haunts him.

He will secretly observe and take notes on your body and how it is changing. If he catches you expressing any sort of short windedness, he will immediately send you off to bed rest. Though, you’re usually able to convince him to take you off of it by the next day.

The only servant he trusts to tend to you is Uraume. No one else in his court is allowed to be anywhere near you unless he gives specific instructions. Still, he hates leaving you in the care of Uraume. He trusts them, but he wants to be the one to take care of you.

He loves holding your body close to him at night. All four arms are wrapped around you and holding you closely. Since he doesn’t need much sleep, he will stay awake rubbing on your tummy all night long. One time, he felt the baby moving in your stomach while you were asleep. He was so intrigued that he woke you up and told you to “make them do it again”.

Now, he will randomly approach you at any given time while you’re heavily pregnant and hold his hand out so he can feel his baby moving around inside of you. It soothes his worry.

During birth, Sukuna was a complete mess. The amount of blood lost during birth fucking terrified him. He was panicking and yelling at anyone to do something to save you, even while everyone was assuring him that you’re okay and this was natural.

After 9 long excruciating months of extreme worry and constant fear, he finally feels peace when he’s cradling a newborn in his arm and a sleeping wife in the other arm. All of his hard work to protect you paid off he thinks.

NANAMI

Oh, to be pregnant by the king of domestic love himself.

Nanami is the type of man to immediately start working on a nursery for you as soon as you reveal to him that you’re pregnant. He immediately changes the guest bedroom into a nursery that you design for your little baby.

He reads up on all the parenting books and articles. He’s constantly compiling things to either do or to not do during pregnancy and even while raising a kid.

Like Geto, he tends to your every need. He is a total house husband all while working 40 hours a week. When he’s at work, he is constantly calling and texting you to make sure that you’re okay and taking care of yourself, but let’s be fr he literally did everything for you before he even left for work (meal prepped for you, set out your clothes for you, put out all your self care items in case you want to bathe).

When you express concerns of your body getting bigger to him, he does everything in his power to show you that he loves and respects your body for creating life. He literally cherishes and worships your body for hours if you let him.

Like Toji, Nanami is protective over you. He constantly has an arm around you if you two are in public, and he watches everyone who dares to get close to you like a hawk. If he gets a bad vibe about anyone, he’s immediately stepping in front of you and taking over the conversation.

Nanami is the best partner to have during birth. His reading of articles during your pregnancy really paid off. He is supportive without being overbearing. He listens to your needs and tends to you without question. Constant praise and encouragement while you’re giving birth. The moment he gets to snuggle with you and the baby is the moment he realizes that he cultivated the life of his dreams. He has the family he always wanted.

[suiana]

yandere! childhood friend who still reminisces about your childhood together. yeah, the two of you may be grown now but he's been your day 1 and he just can't help but think about how you used to cling to him and adore him so much! he wishes you'd still do that but it is what it is. no matter how much he wishes otherwise.

yandere! childhood friend who did everything with you. yeah, that also includes practicing kisses. he's your first kiss, and he's never gonna let you forget that. you said you wanted to get better and who is he to refuse? he can't pass up such a prime opportunity! and it's not like he wants anyone else to take it. god no. that would be a tragedy.

"yeah, remember our kissing practices? hah, we were such kids back then!" he watches as you snicker, feeling a warm flush creep up his spine. god, of course he remembers. young and immature as you both were, you both learned together. that's all that really matters to him. "thanks to you, i can now makeout with my partners with ease. you're the best man." and has he told you how muchit infuriates him that you're using your experience to get with others? to please them with the mouth that once touched his? nah, he really can't stand for it. but he isn't allowed to say anything. he's just a childhood friend after all. not for long though.

yandere! childhood friend who wishes he would've accepted your offer to learn how to fuck as well. but no, he just had to be way too delusional back then and tell you to wait for the right one. he must've thought that you'd feel the same and confess then he'd court you slowly before getting to that stage... that never happened unfortunately. not yet at least. he'll make it happen.

yandere! childhood friend who's still a hopeless romantic at heart. a delusional one but a romantic nonetheless. he brings you out on "platonic dates" or whatever the fuck you like to call it, comfort you after your shitty excuse of a partner dumps you, and treats you like the deity that you are. you only deserve the best and he'll be there to provide. none of these losers can't treat you well. he can. he really hopes it'll help you see him as a potential boyfriend!

"i just," you blow your nose, tears streaming down your cheeks as your childhood friend rubs at your back tenderly. "don't know why he'd want to dumo me! we've been going strong for a year already! it's so out of the blue!" yeah, out of the blue huh... not really out of the blue for someone who's been actively theeatening that poor excuse of a man. that menas him, obviously. why he's been threatening him, you ask? because he's not treating you the way you should be treated, duh! sure you look happy but are you really? probably not, he's sure of it. "hey hey, don't worry... I'm here now, aren't i?" he always is, and he always will. you just need to understand that fact and you'll start seeing him in a different light too. don't worry, he has lots of patience. just... don't go sleeping with other people again.

yandere! childhood friend who may or may not be totally super duper mega in love with you. yeah, definitely not in love with you. that would be weird, right? come on, he's your childhood friend! sure you two might've kissed when you were kids and promised to marry one another but those were kiddy promises! that's all they are! he... totally doesn't believe you actually wanna marry him and be his forever and ever.

"so have you started thinking about your future?" he pauses at your question, rubbing at his empty ring finger. future, huh? funny how you ask that when you two are destined to be together at the end of it all. i mean, the two of your promised it as kids, didn't you? sure you're exploring now but at the end if the day, it's him that you come back to, don't you? even if just as a friend. but that's the present, not the future. "nah, not really. just wanna focus on the current moment, y'know?" bullshit, and he knows it. but he doesn't wanna scare you away. not yet at least. you're still out lookign for others which means you haven't come round to the idea of you two together. not to worry, he'll give you a little more time to see how good he is. how good things could be between you two if you just gave him the chance. "i mean, you're here with me." he chuckles, taking your hand in his before placing it on his cheek. you're warm. he likes your warmth, it's so soothing. "that's more than enough for me." half lidded eyes gaze at you, full of emotion and hidden longing before he hums softly. the teo fo you sit in the park in silence, enjoying each other's presence. in the moonlight, everything seems to slow and engulf the two of you in a quiet embrace. he only wishes you would just love him back already. "yeah, I'm glad to be by your side too, best friend." ...he really hates those words. don't worry, good things come to those who wait. and you will be his in due time. you've already had his heart, now all he needs is yours.

[lexirosewrites]

Day 10: Rejection Sickness

for @stmarchmm

Steve doesn’t recognize the signs right away. He knows what sadness feels like, but not like this.

Nancy made it clear that she didn’t love him and it did something much worse to him than sadness.

Something beyond simple hurt feelings.

It hurts his heart to think about, but it hurts his lungs too. Every breath feels like drowning on dry land, heaving for air and choking instead.

And goddamnit if he’s not still on the floor of Tina’s bathroom, trying to pick himself up and leave this party with some dignity.

He knows they’ll all stare.

Steve “The Hair” Harrington, dumped and pathetic. Former popular beta and now just a trophy girlfriend omega who isn’t even good at hanging on an alpha’s arm properly.

Nancy doesn’t want him. Nobody else does either.

Bullshit, through and through.

Maybe he should’ve taken his parents’ advice and stayed on scent blockers until graduation so his designation status wasn’t public knowledge.

Steve would be lonely, but at least he could’ve saved himself some heartbreak and embarrassment.

Now he’s shaking and sobbing. Alone anyways.

Everything feels so cold and off balance.

The October chill is reaching him even though he’s inside. It doesn’t make any sense, but his bones are chilled to their core and he’s completely frozen.

This is the worse night of his life and he can’t even find the strength to leave.

Steve doesn’t actually hear the door to the bathroom open, but it makes sense that Nancy didn’t lock it on her way out and he hadn’t bothered to check it.

But he’s not by himself anymore.

Another voice is in his ears— other than his own inner omega that’s thrashing around in pain.

“Are you sick or something, Harrington? You look pale as fuck. Too many keg stands tonight?”

Words are hard. He lays there instead. That feels easier.

The voice persists nonetheless.

“Seriously, Steve. Where’s Wheeler? I thought she was with you earlier. She shouldn’t leave you alone like this.”

He can’t bite back his cry of pure anguish at hearing his alpha’s name.

She may have disowned him as her omega, but she’s still his alpha.

Nancy was supposed to take care of him. She was supposed to start a family with Steve and love him forever. She wasn’t supposed to leave too.

Everyone always leaves.

She said she was different. Steve thought she was different.

“She’s gone,” he manages to rasp.

Those two words hurt his throat and his heart.

How long has he been crying? How long has it been since he was abandoned by his future mate and left to die here?

“Jesus. You’d think she’d know better than to leave her omega alone. When is she coming back? Is Tommy giving you a ride home?”

So many questions. They still don’t understand.

Saying it out loud will make it real, but Steve isn’t sure how else to communicate the reality here.

“Alpha isn’t coming back. I was bad omega. Stupid fucking omega. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit omega. She doesn’t want me. Doesn’t want a bad omega as her mate.”

He’s so stupid. So stupid and bad and bullshit. If he wasn’t, Nancy would still be here. She would still love him.

“Oh, fuck.”

Something touches his forehead lightly. It feels just like how his nanny used to check his forehead when he was sick as a pup.

“You’re burning up, Steve. Shit. Okay, it’s gonna be okay. Wayne said any alpha can help, even if it’s not the alpha who caused it. I can do this… Fuck.”

Steve hasn’t a clue what’s going on, but the touch on his forehead goes away and is replaced with more touches.

Part of him wants to lash out at the stranger daring to lay a finger on him, especially when his alpha wouldn’t allow it.

But he doesn’t have an alpha to protect him anymore.

Nancy couldn’t care less if he lives or dies.

So he doesn’t fight the touch. After a short while, it almost feels… nice. Soothing, like cold aloe on a sizzling burn. An aching relief.

He’s wrapped up in someone’s arms, cradled in their hold as if he’s precious and worth holding onto.

“That’s it, omega. Just relax. You’re safe and nothing is going to happen to you. I won’t leave you,” the hushed voice whispers in his ear.

Steve finally catches a whiff. The scent of his holder.

Cinnamon. A dash of musk and earthy wood. It’s a rather pleasant combination in his nose.

Nancy always smelled sharp and citrusy. It was nice enough, but he never particularly wanted to inhale it more than was required.

This scent, however, feels warm and comfortable. A toasty blanket of scent wrapping him up gently just like the person it belongs to.

“Alpha,” he purrs happily into the cinnamon-scented neck. “My alpha.”

Nancy isn’t his alpha anymore. Can’t be. She doesn’t want him. Doesn’t love him.

But this is unmistakable.

The warm scent, the protective embrace, the gentle growl from the chest beneath his ear.

His alpha.

“That’s right, omega. Your alpha. But I need you to be good for me now, Steve. Can you be good for your alpha?”

What a silly question. He would do anything for his alpha.

“I’m a good omega,” Steve begs, explains, pleads.

He doesn’t want to be left alone. Not again.

“I know you are, sweetheart. You’re so good. We need to take you to a clinic to get some medicine though. You’re sick. I promise I will take care of you, but we have to leave now.”

That sounds like his alpha is going to leave.

“Don’t leave me,” he begs once more. “I’ll be good. I can be good!”

“Shhhh, you’re already good. Won’t leave you, baby. I won’t ever leave you. I just think you have rejection sickness and I can help, but you still need medicine to make sure you don’t go into shock. Your panic attack was just the beginning of it and we can’t hold this off forever.”

Steve whines at that.

He can’t imagine it getting worse than it already was. Everything feels better now, but it still stings.

Rejection sickness. Just a silly omega with his silly heartbreak.

“You won’t leave me?” he confirms.

The response he gets is gentle and kind.

“I don’t think I could, even if you asked me to. I’m your alpha now, Steve. If Nancy didn’t see what a perfect omega she had, that’s her loss. You belong to me now and I promise to take care of you. Whatever you need, it’s yours. Let me be your alpha.”

Nancy never asked what he needed.

Steve snuggles just a little bit deeper into his alpha’s neck.

A steady hand on his back rubs along his shoulders with just enough pressure to anchor him to the earth and not let his head float too far away.

“You’re a good alpha,” Steve declares sleepily. “What’s your name?”

His alpha doesn’t seem surprised by the belated question, he doesn’t even pause his comforting actions to answer.

“I don’t know that we’ve ever officially met before, but my name is Eddie.”

“Eddie?”

Sounds familiar.

“Eddie Munson.”

Ah. That’s Hawkins’ resident drug dealer.

An alpha with a job!

[floatyflowers]

Could we please have yandere mr darcy please? 😭🙏🏻

Everything about you is strange according to social norms, from the way you dress to the way you speak, it is like you are from another timeline.

And you are really from another timeline, and it's called 'the future'.

But one day, you suddenly woke up and found yourself in the Regency era, as one of the higher-class ladies.

You tried to adapt to the change as much as you could, but your sense of fashion and behaviour always seemed off, outputting and rude.

However, when Mr. Darcy saw you dressed in a curious yet becoming gown of shimmering blue, with its peculiarly puffed sleeves and cascading pearls, it possessed an ethereal allure.

It is suggested that you are a wearer of unique sensibilities and a beauty both striking and delightfully strange, sure to make a memorable impression.

That's why he asked you to dance at one of the balls.

And you proved to him that you cannot certainly dance.

And when he tried to instruct you, it didn't work, as you didn't know anything about the etiquette of dancing.

Especially when you asked him...

"Left… then right? Wait, was that my left or your left?"

Yet, despite your unorthodox movements, there was something oddly captivating about the way you held yourself, though you embarrassed yourself, yet owned that misplacement with pride.

Your head was high, your expression unwavering.

And when you finally stumbled into a turn that led to an accidental spin, you burst into laughter, rich, unapologetic, and completely sincere.

Yes, Mr. Darcy hates those types of barbaric actions, because according to everyone in the room except the Bennet sisters, those are the actions of people of the lower class.

He should not have noticed you so deeply, and yet he did.

It was not long before he extended an invitation for a private afternoon next week at Pemberley.

"I believe you may enjoy the gardens," he said, voice taut with restrained emotion. "There are orchids unlike any you have seen before."

Your eyes lit up, not at the flowers, but at the idea of exploring a new place. "If they are stranger than I am, I would be surprised," you teased.

He smiled slightly. "Nothing is stranger than you."

You tilted your head. "Is that a compliment, Mr. Darcy?"

"Indeed, it is."

At Pemberley, you wandered the halls, your fingers grazing ancient tapestries and your eyes marveling at the intricacies of things taken for granted by others.

Mr. Darcy watched, silent but never far, His heart grew more violent in its beat each time you laughed softly or tilted your head in wonder.

"You look at this place as though you have never seen its like before," he remarked quietly, once the others had drifted away and you stood alone in the sun-dappled gallery.

"That is because I have not," you murmured.

"I was not meant to be here."

"You are exactly where you are meant to be. With me," he said, stepping closer.

That afternoon, after having tea, the sun went down and shadows stretched long across the polished floors of Pemberley, by the reflection of the moonlight and candles,

A sudden chill overtook you. A shiver raced down your spine, and your knees, so confidently striding moments ago, gave a slight but unmistakable buckle.

Your whole body felt heavy, almost as if you were paralyzed.

Mr. Darcy caught your arm before you could sway again.

"You are unwell," he said, voice low but urgent. He touched your forehead with the back of his hand.

It was an intimate gesture from a man whose every move was usually measured and cautious according to society's standards.

You tried to laugh it off.

"Perhaps I simply feel tired as I didn't sleep well last night before coming here."

But then came the fever. That night, it wrapped itself around your skin.

Your breath quickened, your vision blurred, and the chill grew into an ache that clung to your bones.

Servants fluttered about in hushed tones, and Mr. Darcy stood at the edge of the room, arms behind his back, face unreadable.

"You cannot return home like this," he said decisively.

"It would be most irresponsible."

You wanted to protest, but even sitting up felt like moving through water.

And the tea they brought you, while soothing, made your tongue feel heavy, and lack thoughts

"Stay," he said again, this time softer. "Until you are well."

And so you stayed.

In the days that followed, your fever flared. Sometimes, when the haze in your mind cleared, you would find him seated at your bedside, a book in hand or watching the fire, always near, always composed.

You didn’t know then, of course, that the tea sweetened with crushed feverfew and valerian root had been suggested not by the housekeeper, but by Darcy himself.

He had someone get the right measurements to only make you sick, not kill you.

It gives the same symptoms of a deadly fever, but it won't kill you.

The fever had finally begun to loosen its grip, like fingers releasing your limbs after days of imprisonment.

You lay among silk pillows and lace linens, sweat-dampened and weary, but with clarity returning at last.

Only because Mr. Darcy stopped giving you the tea.

He had not spoken much in recent hours; he only sat near the window, deep in thought.

At last, he turned to you, walking towards your bed.

"There is something we must discuss," he said in a calculated voice.

"There are rumors," he said. "That you and I have... eloped."

Blinking, you are surprised, though not entirely.

You had known, somewhere in your modern mind, that a single woman falling ill and staying at a man's estate, especially his estate, would never go unnoticed in a society so dependent on perception.

"You and I? Eloped?" you repeated.

"It is rumoured that you arrived at Pemberley under a pretense, and that I-" he stopped, as though the words themselves were too indelicate to voice.

"-That I took you in under a motive less honorable than what was true."

A silence has befallen you.

Then Mr. Darcy declared with a steady voice.

"We must marry."

Your eyes grow big.

"Must?"

He took a step closer, sitting himself on the edge of your bed.

"Your name will not survive the rumours if we do not. Nor will mine, though I am of less concern to myself."

"And so this is a matter of honor," you state, trying to keep your tone light, though your throat felt tight.

"You don't have to take my responsibility, I shall return to my family and explain everything to them."

There is no way you are going to marry him, he is not from your timeline.

"Your family disowned you."

"They did?" you ask in disbelief.

Your family in this timeline is not as good as you thought.

"A letter arrived from your uncle. I was informed you would no longer be received in London, nor Hertfordshire."

You drew in a shaky breath, realising you had nowhere to live.

"So what happens now?"

Mr. Darcy rose slowly from the bed's edge, pacing toward the hearth.

"Now, you recover, then we marry."

Have been left with no choice, you agree.

"Very well, I will marry you."

[valleydolli]

Only You | Chapter Five

CW 𝜗𝜚 MDNI, Stalking, Obsessiveness, Controlling Behaviour, Love Bombing, Murder, Fluff, Kidnapping, Smut, Toxic Sukuna, Yandere Sukuna? Readers a sweetie, (Touch her you die… like actually…)

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It has been exactly three months, thirty days, 23 hours, and 45 minutes since Sukuna met you. In fifteen minutes, it will be exactly four months and a Saturday, too. The very day you two met. 

Today is the day. Today, Sukuna will finally ask you to be his girlfriend. 

Officially…

He may already be telling people that he has a girlfriend. Said girlfriend being you, of course.

He’ll even pull up a picture of you, flaunting you, making sure these girls who try their utmost best to get him, never will. So, you don’t really have any choice in the matter; it’s either yes or yes! 

He’s decorated his place with rose petals trailing from the front door of his penthouse to his living room. There’s the same bouquet of peonies and roses he bought for you the first time he came to your apartment months ago. He’s also written a letter and bought you a Cartier Love bangle with his and your initials engraved on the inner side.

Extreme?

Maybe in a loveless person's eyes, but in Sukuna’s? 

Hell no.

He never realised that he, Sukuna Ryomen Itadori, could be this much of a romantic sap. But it had to be in him all this time, he just needed the right girl to come along. And that girl will always be… you. 

God, this will be such a beautiful story to tell your kids in the near future. He wonders when the appropriate time to propose would be. In fifteen minutes, you would have been seeing each other for four months, so maybe if they wait another four or even three, that would be acceptable, surely.

You guys have yet to do anything sexual together, aside from kissing, and a little bumping and grinding now and then, but it’s okay. He’ll wait for you to be ready, his… not so virgin Mary. He’s driven to your place to bring you over to his. You’ve spent the whole of August busy with the mini summer school your work had organised, so you asked him if you could chill at his and watch some movies, or maybe have a picnic with him, Jin, and Yuji. He chose the first option. He’s not sharing you with Jin; Yuji is already enough. 

He’s sweating bullets on the way back to his penthouse, but you don't suspect a thing. Your head is leaning against the window, eyes closed, feeling the beam of the sun on your skin. You’re talking about work and how cute next year's students are, “They’re nowhere near as cute as Yuji, though.” You turn your head towards him, smiling. “I’m excited to have my own one day.”

Don't scream

Don't scream, Sukuna.

Do. Not. Scream.

She wants kids with you. 

Okay, maybe he can ask you to marry him next week? Yeah, next week.

—

“I need you to trust me, okay?” 

Sukuna places his hands over your eyes, blocking your vision as you set into his apartment. Only to make sure everything is up to standards. 

“Okay, you ready?”

“Yes! Lemme see. What did you do?” He slowly takes his hands off your face, revealing your surprise. You freeze. Eyes wide, turning to Sukuna to see him standing nervously behind you. 

“What is this…?” 

“Follow the trail.”

You slowly follow the trail of petals into the living room, finding the same beautiful bouquet that Sukuna first bought you sitting on his coffee table, paired with a red Cartier box and an envelope. You turn to Sukuna, as if you’re asking him for permission to get closer and open your gifts. He grabs your hand with his sweaty one, leading you to sit next to him on the sofa. He hands you the envelope first. You open it carefully, peeling the sealed wax he placed on it. You stare at him again before reading it.

It’s a love note. He’s confessing his love to you. He might be the most romantic guy you’ve ever shared your time with. You’ve never had a boyfriend; you've dated, but they never went further than sex, sadly. Even though you would set that boundary for yourself. You would fail, over and over again, falling for their manipulative tactics. Sukuna, however, he’s different, really. He hasn't pressured or tried to convince you into sleeping with him once. He’s patient with you, and that’s what makes him attractive to you… Also, his looks, his voice, that boyish smirk— You get it. It’s as if the heavens dropped him right into the palm of your hands. 

“Is this why you’ve been so nervous all day?” 

“You uh noticed?”

“Kuna, your shirt is drenched. It’s hot, but it’s not that hot,” you giggle.

“So,” he starts before picking up your present, holding it open as if it were an engagement ring. “Will you be my girlfriend?” 

He’s holding his breath waiting for you to respond. It’s only been three seconds since he asked, but it feels like three days. 

“I will, Kuna.”

He lets out the deepest sigh of relief, grabbing onto you, hugging you tightly. 

“Lemme put your bracelet on you.” He opens the box, revealing its contents to you. “I have one too, but a different colour, this colour wouldn’t suit me. I’ll keep this key and you keep mine.” 

“I love that. It’s like we’re in charge of each other's hearts; a key to each other's hearts, right?”

“Yeah… my heart is yours and yours is mine. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, angel. I mean it.” 

Sukuna pulls you right against him, kissing you passionately, sucking on your bottom lip. God, he’ll never get over how sweet you taste; he bets your cunt is just as sweet.

He moans into your mouth thinking about tonguing your pussy, thrusting in and out and in and— fuck, he needs to stop thinking about it before a repeat of his first kiss with you happens again. 

“Kuna, can we… I want to do more… with you,” you shyly express. 

“D-do more like what?”

“Anything, I just—I’m not ready to have sex yet; want it to be special.” You rub your nose against him, the same way he did the first time you kissed—  well, the first time Sukuna kissed you.

He lays you down on the sofa, shuffling off your panties. His heart rate is rising with each kiss he plants on your leg. When he kisses his way to your cunt, he wraps his lips around your swollen bud, choking a moan out against it. The vibration of his moan causes you to let out a soft mewl. He can’t stop moaning, he’s not even touching himself, but it feels like he’s going to explode. 

“Mmph, mmphhhhh, mmm.” 

“Ku-Kuna? Suk— ohh.” You throw your head back once you feel Sukuna’s thick fingers inside of you. Pulling on his pink hair, grinding on his tongue. “Please, Kuna, please go faster.” His body listens to your plea, almost right away, quickening the pace of his tongue and fingers. “Cum on my face angel, please. For me? Need it. I need it, fuck.” Your cunt spasms around him, cum oozing out of you and down his fingers. He pathetically laps at it, hoping more will come out of you. 

More. 

He needs more of you, now.

He lifts his head from your cunt revealing his face twinkling from your cum. He fumbles at his belt frantically pulling it off pulling out his aching hard cock. Your mouth falls open. He’s fucking massive. 

“Wait!” You sit up and go to push him back by his stomach, but he stops you. 

“I’m not gonna put it in, I’m just gonna— ooh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Sukuna slides his cock against your soaking cunt, pulling your legs together imitating the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him. Only the whites of your eyes are showing. You’re so fucking sensitive right now. He’s flush against you, tightly hugging your legs. He ploughs into your thighs, babbling to himself, not loud enough for you to hear. “Lov-love y-you, fuck I love you.” 

“Aah, mm-fuck, ‘m sens—.” Unable to finish your sentence, you let out a silent scream, squirting onto your boyfriend. While said boyfriend continues to erratically slide his dick against your soaking cunt, still babbling to himself. You have no clue what he’s saying. He’s in some sort of trance. “More, I want more, I—”

His hips stutter, as cum spurts out of his angry red tip, all over your pussy, slowly dribbling down to your hole. 

Heavy breaths leave his lips, still hugging your legs. You remove your legs from his tight grasp, sitting up on your knees to hug him. You smile, cupping his cheeks, softly kissing his pouty lips. 

“Thank you.”

His heart skips a beat. 

A shy smile tugs at the edge of his lips.

“I want you to meet my friends; my family, too, at some point, if that’s okay?”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I told my friends all about you, but not my parents… I’ve never brought a guy home as my boyfriend. Well, my neighbour met them once. You know, Satoru?”

Satoru. 

Fucking Satoru met your parents before him? 

Not only did you fuck him, but he met your parents?

Did you love him or something? 

“I would love to meet them.” 

“Well, Himiko’s family hosts a yearly gala. She’s stinking rich, the place is gorgeous. You’ll love it, I promise.”

No, Angel, he’s not going to love it. He had a feeling Himiko was a familiar face, because it is. She’s a spitting image of her fuckass mother who happens to be friends with his mother. They’ve been hosting this stupid gala for years. Sukuna just never attended because he hates how snobby and stuck up the people there are. Including his own parents. How long have you been friends with her? Or are your parents attendees too? He couldn’t find much on them, but he knows damn well you’re not a broke college student. The clothes you wear, the little condo you live in. No average Joe would own these things. But he seriously cannot find anything about who your parents are. Even Toji, and he’s the one he gets most of his information from. Should he tell you his parents are going to be there too, or should he avoid them at all costs? 

“So, will you come with me? I think my parents will be there too! So we can kill two birds with one stone.”

“Yeah, of course I’ll come with you.”

—

Pulling up onto his parents' estate makes him tremble slightly. Honestly, he hasn’t been back in this area since he killed Jogo. And he hasn’t physically seen his parents since Yuji’s birthday party in March, almost 5 months ago. He can already hear the earful his father has waiting for him. 

He reluctantly puts his key into the lock, slowly opening the door.

“Darling, is that you?” He hears his mother yell from the dining room. He throws his head back, groaning into the palm of his hands. 

Just go in there and get it over with. 

It’s just dinner.

It’ll be over before you know it. 

He walks into the room, finding his mother and father sitting at opposite ends of the table. His mother's head turns towards him as soon as she hears him murmur his “Hello.”

“My son! Oh gosh, why are you still getting so big? Mari, make Sukuna’s plate smaller!”

Good God.

“Dad.” He nods his head at his father before placing himself right in the middle between his parents.

“So, you’ve decided to visit us. Do you need money?”

Sukuna scowls at his father, “I have a job, I don't need your money.”

“So what do you want?”

“I-I have a girlfrie—.”

He’s cut off by his mother's squealing. 

He can’t be mad. She hated Yuji’s mother before they met. So, even though she hasn’t met you yet, this is a good sign. A really good sign. But honestly, he wouldn’t give a rat's ass if his parents didn’t like you. You’re the love of his life. No one could come between that. 

“What’s her name? What does she look like?”

“She’s beautiful… I’ve never seen anyone like her.”

“Well, when will we meet her?” his father chimes in.

Fuck. 

The gala.

“She’s gonna be at the gala, with Himiko…”

His mother's face grimaced. 

“She’s friends with that brat? Does she act like her, too?”

Sukuna is quick to defend you, “No—no, she’s an angel. Not even close to having the same personality.”

“Poor girl, she should surround herself with better girls than that.”

“Well, what’s her name? I know Himiko's friends. I see a few of them when I visit her mother.” 

If he tells her your damn name and she knows you he might flip the table. 

“Y/N… L/N…”

“Oh! We know that girl, she’s a sweetheart! I’m friends with her mother, too! She’s also Yuji’s teacher, right?”

Sukuna was this close to flipping the damn table. Not only did Jin and Yuji know you but his fucking parents too?! 

Does he live under a damn rock?

“I don't know why she wastes her time teaching, her parents are loaded. Just as much as us.” His father says. 

He had an inkling that you were well off, but on par with his family? No offense, but his family is loaded. So this is crazy to him. Man, if you paid more attention in the years he could have possibly met you. 

Actually, you’re 8 years younger than him, so maybe the timing is fine. 

“Sukuna… honey, we know how you get sometimes when you’re… attached to something.” He hears his mother say. 

“What?”

“She’s right, don’t get so attached to her before you start acting manic. We know you better than you know yourself. We made you. You would act crazy over your best friends in school, or those stupid toys we got you. Can’t imagine how you'd act over a girl you like.” 

Sukuna doesn’t say a word. If only they knew what he’s already done for you. 

They’d flip. 

“Sukuna.” His father says, pulling him out of his head. 

“Do not get attached to her. Control yourself.”

—

You tell Himiko that Sukuna will be accompanying you to her annual gala, but not only that, that he’s officially your boyfriend. 

You can tell she’s not the happiest about it, but she puts on an incredible fake smile. Your other friends, however, were happy for you. They know how much of a hopeless romantic you are. They are also aware of how Himiko would express hatred for all the men you would become close with. So, they’re glad you finally put your foot down, stopping her antics.

For the gala, Sukuna sent you an entirely new outfit to wear. You’ve been to many of the events the Suzukis have hosted. So, you don’t care too much about what you wear. Your mother, however, believes you should always look your best and never be seen in the same outfit. Especially at events like these.

The gown is gorgeous; you feel gorgeous. You’re excited to go to the Suzukis for once. 

You assumed your parents weren’t attending. You thought they’d still be away on vacation, but they got back just in time to attend. 

You’re worried about how they’ll react to Sukuna. And him being your boyfriend at that. Will your dad give him his blessing? Will your mom trust him with you?

So many questions. 

Gosh, you’re so nervous you’re breaking a sweat. 

Sukuna’s taking his sweet time getting here.

“Ugh!”

You plop down onto your sofa, shutting your eyes, resting a little before he gets to your place. 

Until…

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“You in there?”

Satoru. 

You open the door with a displeased look on your face. He’s also knocking on your door at the worst times. Like when Sukuna came over for dinner, for example. 

Bad timing. 

“What do you want, Satoru?” 

“You’re not happy to see me? And no more ‘Toru’?” he asks as he strolls in with no approval. 

“Satoru. It’s Himiko’s gala today. I'm leaving soon, you need to go.”

You stay standing by the door waiting for him to get out but of course, his stubborn self stays, pouting like a baby. 

“I miss you, you know?”

“I’m right here, Satoru.”

“No, I miss… you,” he mutters as he steps towards you, cupping your face.

“It’s been months since we—.”

“Because Satoru,” you start, removing his hand from your face. “I don’t want to be a quick fuck for someone. I’m more than that, and you don’t treat me as such. I have a boyfriend. We’re done. We’ve been done for a while now. So find some other pathetic girls. It’s not me anymore.”

“Please, I’m sor—”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Satoru is cut off by a raging Sukuna.

He grabs him by his shirt, throwing him to the floor. 

“Why the fuck are you touching her? Why the fuck are you in her house?”

“Sukuna, it’s fine.” You place your hand on his heart, feeling it beat rapidly. He hasn’t been this mad since… that one night.

“Hey, calm down, he wouldn’t hurt me, okay? I swear, Kuna.”

Kuna.

“Get out.”

Satoru stands up, brushing himself off before getting in Sukuna’s face. They’re almost the same height, but Sukuna is still a few inches taller. 

He eyes Sukuna, then switches his eyesight to you. 

“You’re dating a fucking lunatic.”

He shoulder checks Sukuna as he walks out of your door. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even let him in.” 

“I swear to God, do not speak to him again. Ever. I mean it. You got that?”

“I—.” You carefully scan his face. 

He means it. 

He's never used this tone with you before. 

It scares you. 

You nod your head. 

You don’t need to speak. 

Just agree with him. 

And smile. 

“Let’s go,” you place your hand in his, stroking his arm, hoping he’ll calm down. 

Once you're seated in the car, he doesn’t start it. He throws his head back, sighing, tightly gripping the steering wheel. 

“I’m sorry, angel, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that. I just don't like him. And I don’t want to see you around him.”

Does he know about you and Satoru? No, he can’t. 

Impossible. 

Should you say something? 

You would want him to be honest with you, too. 

“It’s fine. I understand.” You flash him a reassuring smile.

“But, I’d like to tell you. Satoru and I. We used to… sleep together. That’s what he came over for. I told him I had a boyfriend. I swear, Sukuna.”

His grip on the wheel tightens.

You grab his hand, kissing it softly. “Kuna, I— We were never a thing. Ever. He was just there for me… a lot. I grew some sort of attachment to him, b-but it will never be on par with how I feel for you.”

You whimper out a “Please,” waiting for him to break the silence. You feel your throat closing in. You want to cry. For the 4 months you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him so mad. It feels like you’re a little girl again being scolded by your father. 

“Why would you even let him in? Do you want him to fuck you is that it? You miss the way he touched you, don’t you? Two weeks in and you’re sick of me already?”

“No! No, no, I’m not. I’m stupid. I’m so stupid. I don’t want him, I want you. Only you. I’m sorry.” Tears finally fall down your cheeks. You sob like an infant, hoping you’ll be coddled. 

Sukuna pulls you into his lap, letting you cry into his shoulder. 

He knows what he’s doing; that’s why he’s saying nothing. He saw exactly what happened. He has cameras inside and outside of your damn condo. But seeing you like this? So broken and upset that he’s mad at you. 

He loves it. 

“I think you should be closer to me, angel. How am I meant to keep you safe, hmm? The world is a bad place. And guys like him want to take advantage of sweet angels like you.”

You stare at him with doe eyes, still sniffling as your tears die down. 

He pets you, smiling sweetly. 

“My Angel… hmm?” he whispers softly. 

You nod. 

“You’d be safer with me, don’t you think?”

A quiet yes slips from your lips.

“You should live with me. I can keep you safe.”

It doesn’t sound like he’s asking you to live with him. He is telling you, you’re going to live with him.

“Yeah… you can keep me safe.”

His breath hitches. 

His eyes sparkle. 

You want this just as much as him. You’re going to live with him. 

He‘s going to wake up to you. 

Every day. 

He’s going to cook for you. 

Every day. 

He’s going to watch you.

Every.

Single.

Day.

“I love you, angel.” 

“I love you, too, Kuna.”

𝜗𝜚 Authors Note: okay so if you’ve watched ‘You’ then you should know Himiko is supposed to be Peach. her rich snobby friend. and you know how peach helps beck sometime with her financial struggles? yeah well as long as i write these fanfics NONE of my readers will be struggling. YOU HEAR ME? WE SHALL BE RICH. AND WE SHALL HAVE GOOD RELATIONS WITH OUR PARENTS. like sorry but Sukuna is about to put her through hell. why would i make her broke too?!! sorry i’m ranting i just feel bad for her 😔 welp the next chapter is the gala ooooo. OMG ALSO LOL IM YAPPING BUT IDC you may have noticed i finally used… Y/N and omg i couldn’t stop crying i can’t not hear the tiktoks of Y/N and the aot cast 😭 okay im done sorry bye i hope you like this chapter! ♡

𝜗𝜚 Chapter Four | Chapter Six

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Stanford Pines relationship HCs

(ford pines x reader) there will be smut so, 18+ below... Some angst, mainly fluff, I HC that most if not all of the pines family are neurodivergent in some way.

A/N: I had a long journey last week and all I could think about was the stans, so this will become specific... 😅 Will do the same for Stanley too in the future.

Ford has a lot to catch up on when he comes back through the portal, but he won't jump into a relationship immediately, it will still take a little time, he's got a lot to adjust to in his home dimension and being with someone has not been his forte.

But once he does he's surprisingly clingy, will want to cuddle up to you, in bed, on the couch, wherever you both are. Not one for real PDA, but will be close to you and call you terms of endearment out in public, just a little less than he does at home. I HC that he'd call his partner "dear" "darling" "honey", looooves your hips and putting his arm around your waist (it's a great way to pull you in to snuggle).

Doesn't hold your hand at first but since you like him to hold your hand and give him assurance over the fact that you like his six fingers, he does. It loosens his insecurities around his hands a lot.

Gets addicted to kissing you, doesn't care whether it leads to more or not, Stanford simply loves kissing whether it's brief or a good long make out session. But he does prefer to take his time over it.

Stanford is very logical, good at patching himself up from decades of portal hopping and therefore will do the same for you if you need it, is meticulous if you get hurt in any way but also has an appalling bedside manner! Doesn't tell you if he's going to do something that will sting and tells you not to be overdramatic if you react negatively to it (you know how people can get a little angry when someone they love gets potentially seriously hurt?). And yet you know him to be a gentle man, generally touches you softly like you're made of glass (unless it's to pull you away from something dangerous), so having him take care of you can also be comforting, he'll never do something painful unless it's necessary. (Don't worry though, his brother will make you stan cakes to cheer you both up.)

Speaking of food, Ford definitely prefers his home universe food to what he had in the other dimensions, tried lots of different unusual dishes, some he even liked, but none of it can compare to his homely comforts. When not sailing and adventuring, he puts on a few pounds. Satiates his sweet tooth and caffeine addiction with mabel juice (is the only other one of the pines to like it), prefers it to coffee. Stanley swears his tastebuds must've been affected during his time away. Doesn't like it with as much edible glitter as mabel does, but this is the only deviation from the original recipe he has.

Excellent teacher, you want to learn how he does something? More than eager to teach you with a steady hand and clear pace. Will teach you regardless how to shoot his laser and magnetic guns, how to defend yourself and how to meditate (if you didn't know these already). Can get into the information and ramble like you know about a topic and then realise (eventually) that he needs to break down or explain what he means.

Despite this he also has a romantic streak, whilst he can forget everything aside from his work or adventures, including important dates, he can also be a very considerate and supportive partner and post-portal wants to include you as much as possible in his life and conversations. You can talk for hours about any and all topics and he loves to be mentally stimulated in a relationship, however that may be.

Does sometimes have nightmares and deep guilt over Stanley and is dealing with it as best as he can, likes to know he can count on you for comfort and guidance, makes him feel less panicked or paranoid after Bill. He and his brother talk things out too and these talks can go on all night into the early morning and it's best for them to have space, Ford is grateful for your patience and willingness to be involved in his life, especially as he knows he wasn't good at opening up to you when you were starting to become friends let alone a relationship.

Ford would be shy at first, but once he gets comfortable with how to pleasure you, expect this man to be kind of obsessed. That absorbing focus he can have on his projects and studies? Yeah that can be transferred to you just as easily, which can be a little intense!

You off-handendly mention something about sexual experiences, perhaps even a joke about things you haven't tried, catching his perplexed look afterwards, you say it's simply fantasy and not really something you need to experience. However what you took for confusion or slight insecurity was actually Ford processing what you said. In fact, it doesn't leave his mind and so he does something he's good at: he does some research 😏

One night you might even wake up from sleep to find him sitting upright, lightly snoring, bedside lamp on, clearly fallen asleep whilst writing on his portable writing desk (it's either a gift from you or the twins, not sure which to choose!), when curiosity gets the better of you and you sneak a page out into your hands, you're faced with his attempts at organising fantasies, what he thinks you would want to try, how would you react to different stimuli or some of his own fantasies... Mainly figuring out how many orgasms he could coax out of you or how long he thinks he could edge you over time, what positions or rp you might like: he's worked it all out in a haphazard kind of way, like he's brainstorming the best approaches.

It's so plan-sexual scientific it's frank but... attractive, because it's so... him.

Whether he wakes up on his own or you wake him up, he ends up blushing, though he's not really sorry that you've found it. He's looking at you with this mix of nerves for how you'll react and new found smugness when he sees that you've been affected by what you've read... And yeah, neither of you are leaving that bed for a long time.

Basically, like a true scientist, he is down to experiment! 😄 He's willing to try anything as long as it's not going to seriously hurt you or it's something he wouldn't try on himself first, this is a boundary he's never willing to cross. Trust and open communication is an important thing for him post-weirdmaggeddon especially, and he's getting better at it as he goes along, so even though he often doesn't feel confident, he is infuriatingly good at aftercare and all the rest!

This means when he's not tripping over his words or flustered by you himself -he can be a damn tease at times and will chuckle to himself when you curse him out for the subtle touches he'll give you over the course of the day before pulling away. Sometimes he doesn't even know he's done it, which is evil.

Stanley will make grumbly jokes about how "you two lovebirds need to get a room!" Or about needing to move out 😅 but honestly he's truly happy his brother is happy and if you get married he will sob the whole time, even through his roasting joke filled best man speech! (Cracks a joke more than once to you that you need to make Ford an "honest man" and then laughs at it himself before whispering to you that he can get the rings if you really want to.)

Will and does suffer in the warmer months because he will wear long sleeves, full length pants and or a turtle neck for the comfort aesthetic

Personality wise him and Stan are different as can be but they often sync up physically in their mannerisms or what they say, as freaky as it is cute in a way, when you are tired/drunk you can swear you're seeing double, which amuses both of them.

His favourite shared past time with you is any kind of board or card game, some of them the rest of the family will join in for, but will also love someone to play d&d&md with if you're willing! Loves to get into the details of the rules of whatever you're playing together and it can get quite heated (secretly finds your frustrated side quite attractive, as long as you're not actually angry at him).

I feel like Stanford would get into videogames as soon as he becomes more adept at technology in this dimension, likely it's dipper who is the one to introduce it to him and he loves it (nerd). Will marathon catch ups on all the movies and shows he's missed; especially the series he was into that got continued after the portal incident. You lose him to Star Wars prequels etc for at least a couple weeks of him getting his head round all the lore and how it works, may have controversial opinions and needs to work it all out, may need to contact dipper about this.

Regularly has calls with the family (mainly the twins) over video chat (and will always call it 'video calling' no matter what platform they're using), so once you're together that includes you too and be prepared to be bombarded with questions from them (your their new graunty or grunkle after all) ❤️

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18+ What Would Your Future Spouse Do To You If They Had You With Them (MDNI) - PAC

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This reading contains sexual references you have been warned!

I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible and yes before you ask, I did grow up reading Wattpad 😭

PILE 1

Pile 1 your future spouse may be shyer when it comes to more sexual acts, I want to say that they are naiver and more unexperienced when it comes to sexual acts, but this is for some of you not all of you. For the rest of you it's kind of like their nervousness or shyness comes from a place of wanting to impress you. Collectively though you might have to be one to tell them what to do, what you want basically teaching them how you like. Anyways to the actual steamy bit your future spouse will be sitting on the bed just watching you in anticipation for what you will do next with batted breaths and shaky hands as you approach them slowly, they will swallow hard as they lean back while you come closer straddling them in the process. They want you to touch them, they want to feel your skin against there's with almost no space separating your bodies. Before thee sexual part of it all they will want to kiss you deeply and passionately and they will whisper to you 'Show me what you like as their hand goes down between your legs pleasuring you in slow yet deliberate strokes 'Like this?' They will whisper to you as they watch your face contort in pleasure. Their only desire is to bring you pleasure even if they neglect themself in the process, they find satisfaction in your pleasure and they are more than willing to learn what you like and do what you like at your pace.

I am getting switch vibes but leaning more to sub

PILE 2

For you Pile 2 your future spouse is giving me the impression that they want to take you in a more animalistic sense, rougher, more passionate. As you are both in the room together the first thing, they will do is kiss you it will be urgent like if they don't do this now, they'll never get the chance to. Honestly, it feels like your future spouse waited a long time to do this, it's been a long time coming. Once he gets you alone, he will kiss you hard, clothes being practically torn off and hands desperately roaming each other's bodies 'I have waited so long for this' they will whisper to you as they push their body closer to yours. Your future spouse will either throw you or push you into the bed doesn't matter your gender or theirs. As you lay on the bed, they will crawl over you taking your lips in another hot Seering kiss. This time their hands will make their way to your sensitive region, their hands on their own mission. Their lips will trail down your body until it reaches your private region. Their mouth will pleasure you and just before you reach your climax, they will stop positioning themself to take you relentlessly. Make up running, tears, screaming type of sex (I heard pounding)

Your person is clearly a dom XD

PILE 3

Last but not least Pile 3, your future spouse is more of a gentle lover. They are in no hurry to let the experience end they will drag it out as long as possible. This is giving multiple orgasms I won't lie to you btu anyway your future spouse prefers more passionate, slow sex and again they WILL prolong it. For you Pile 3 you would be cuddling with your future spouse their hand will gently stroke your side as they spoon you. Their hand will continue to travel down your body until it reaches you Nethers. The sensation will cause you to push into them eliciting a soft groan from them as you reach your climax, they'll position you to lay on the bed with them on top of you. They will take you slowly and gently, eyes closed and soft moans filling the air.

Anyways your person is most likely a soft dom.

[thewanderingconstellation]

Dimensional traveling Prince!Danny Fenton & Obsessed but still somewhat sane and logical! Damian Wayne

Just a random DeadSerious prompt I thought of at like 2am :>

Clockwork stumbled upon a peculiar universe where a group of humans had been engaging in bizarre activities. Recognizing the need for investigation, Clockwork assigned the newly announced Prince Phantom, a 14-year-old named Danny Fenton, to venture into this realm. It was a training opportunity for Danny, preparing him for his future role as King. Through a portal, Danny found himself suspended above the Lazarus pit, with Ra's al Ghul standing below him. Fortunately, Danny was dressed in his regal attire, which inexplicably aged him to 18 years old, sparing him from too much embarrassment. Ra's began questioning him, leading to a discussion about the potential dangers of the pit.

During his stay, Danny crossed paths with Damian, who was in the midst of his training. The 8-year-old assassin-in-training wasted no time in challenging Danny to a duel. As expected, Danny emerged victorious, leaving a lasting impact on Damian. Danny revealed that he too was an heir to a throne, possessing strength, power, and a tolerable personality, as Damian had previously remarked. These qualities managed to thaw Damian's cold and unyielding heart, finding a special place within it. From that moment on, Damian began courting Danny using the rituals he had learned from secret books in the league's library. He showered Danny with small gifts, heartfelt letters, acts of service, and even presented him with his second favorite knife.

In the meantime, Danny had been well aware of the situation right from the beginning, and he wasted no time in creating distance between himself and the child. Forget about it! Sure, he might be clueless at times, but he's not foolish! When a child hands you a thornless Rose and affectionately calls you 'Habibi', 'Rohi', 'Hayati', 'Albi', and/or 'Ya Amar'—even though he may not fully understand the meanings behind those words, he definitely knows what 'Habibi' means—you can't help but have doubts, you know?! So Danny tried his best to keep the kid at arm's length, not wanting to give him false hope. After all, the kid was only 8 years old for crying out loud! But you have to give it to the kid, he was incredibly stubborn and persistent.

As time went on, two whole months flew by, and Clockwork finally informed Danny that there was no longer any need for him to investigate or keep an eye on the pit. When Danny asked for an explanation, the old man, true to his cryptic nature, simply delivered a mysterious message and left, much to Danny's annoyance. All he could do was leave a letter of explanation for Damian. Damian's heart shattered into a million pieces when he read the letter, realizing that he would never be able to see or even meet Danny again, as they belonged to different dimensions.

Time flew by and it was finally the moment to reveal his secret identity to his parents as Phantom. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned and he ended up being captured by the GIW, strapped to a surgical table for three days. After escaping, he made a quick exit from home, promising his friends and sisters that he would keep in touch. Clockwork then whisked Danny away to another dimension, sensing that he needed a change of scenery. Dropping him off in a crime-ridden city with just a backpack of essentials, including a dagger from Damian. As he transformed back to his human form in Gotham, he pondered his next move. Suddenly, a young vigilante? Hero? appeared and whisked him away through the city with a grappling hook. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse!

Damian, now taking on the role of the vigilante Robin, was out patrolling alone. His father wanted him to gain more experience on his own. As he made his way through the city, he noticed a faint but distinct bright light coming from one of the nearby alleys. Curiosity piqued, he decided to investigate.

To his surprise, he saw his beloved from years ago emerging from a strange green portal. Gone was the royal attire Damian was accustomed to seeing him in. Instead, he was clad in a black and white HAZMAT suit, with a symbol in the center. And astonishingly, he even held the second favorite knife that Damian had given him all those years ago.

In a matter of seconds, his beloved transformed into what Damian believed to be a Wayne adoption bait. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards them, landing in front of them and carefully assessing the situation. In one swift motion, he slung his beloved over his shoulder and shot his grappling hook, swiftly taking off with them.

Damian wasn't sure what he would do next, but one thing was certain - he would never let his beloved out of his sight again. He had lost him once, and he refused to lose him again. His possessiveness over the things and people he considered his had grown stronger.

Perhaps he would find a way for them to sign marriage papers, or at least become engaged, despite their young age. Of course, it would only happen if his beloved, Danny, agreed to it. Consent and trust were crucial in any relationship, after all. If Danny disagreed, Damian would resort to the courting rituals his mother had taught him. The conventional methods from books hadn't worked, so he would try his mother's unique approach. Granted, he was technically kidnapping him, but it was only a few steps ahead. Damian was determined to win his beloved's heart, no matter what it took.

[rbfclassy]

STILL IN LOVE! #8 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

“Fuck,” Toji grunted before letting out a deep sigh, sweat dripping off his skin as he placed the weights down on the floor. He looked around the room, glancing outside the window.

“That was three more than the last time,” Gojo spoke with a smirk, leaning up against the wall. He took a sip from his water bottle before speaking again, “who’re you tryna impress?” He teased.

“No one. Just tryna get back into the gym.” Toji grabbed his water off of the floor along with his towel, wiping the sweat from his face. Gojo causally walked over towards Toji, standing over him with his arms folded. “May I help you?” Toji glared at the white haired man. As good of a friend gojo was to Toji, he was also very annoying at times, which eventually he had to get used to.

“You never told me how your talk with y/n went? How is she anyway? Single? Not single? Just wanna know when I can make my move.” Gojo quirked a brow, clearly trying to get a reaction from his friend.

“Very funny. She’s doing just fine.” Toji stood from his seat, pushing past Gojo and walking out of his gym room towards the kitchen to grab a small snack. Gojo trailed right behind him, laughing.

“And?” Gojo snatched the box of granola bars from Toji’s hand, slamming them on the counter as he waited for more of a response. “Come on man, I want the details!”

Toji rolled his eyes with the shake of his head, snatching back the box. “We talked about us as parents and our kids. That’s it. What more do you wanna hear?” The crinkling sound of a wrapper filled the silent kitchen.

“That’s it?” Gojo’s brows furrowed, genuinely confused. Toji nodded in response, chewing on his food. “You two didnt have sex?” Gojo questioned, eyebrows now raised in surprise. “Not even a kiss?”

“Nothin. Just a hug and a see you later,” Toji explained.

“Holy shit! You two are actually over. Wow, I never thought I’d see this day come,” Gojo scoffed, grabbing a granola bar from the box. “Have you met or seen her new man?”

Toji shrugged. “No, not really. I’ve seen him, but I haven’t properly talked to him. Don’t think I want to. I want her to be happy, she deserves it. I just can’t stand seeing her happy with someone else. Is that wrong of me? I still get jealous, possessive. But it’s no longer my place to say anything.”

“Who are you and what did you do with Toji?” Gojo had a scowl on his face. Toji let out an airy laugh, shaking his head at him. “It’s weird seeing you all…mature.” Gojo shivered before taking another bite of his granola bar.

“I know. I’m still getting used to it myself.” Not a second goes by where you’re not on Toji’s mind. He thinks about what you’re doing, how you’re doing. He wants to text you, see you, hear your voice, touch you again. He hates that it has to be this way now, but it’s for you, for your family.

Though he has these thoughts in the back of his head, imagining you forgetting about him, acting like he doesn’t exist anymore, you getting remarried to someone that isn’t him. He’s scared of fully losing you, losing his family. You and the kids are the only thing keeping him together, giving him hope that things we maybe work out in the future. But every now and then, he sees those flowers on your table, the kiss your shared with him, the smile on your face when you hugged him. It haunts Toji.

“I forgot to ask, how’d your talk with Toji go?” Kento questioned, his arms snaking around your waist as you wiped your makeup off in the bathroom mirror. He peppered kisses down your neck as he waited for your response.

A smile crept on your face before speaking, “it went well actually. No argument. He was actually very understanding.” You softly smiled, continuing to wipe the makeup off. Of course you wouldn’t mention how Toji practically told you he was still in love with you, held you in his arms while you cried into his chest. It still felt like you smell his cologne in your nose each time you took a deep breath.

“Well, that’s good, right? Now you won’t have to deal with him anymore,” Kento chuckled, pulling away from you. Your brows furrowed at his comment, something in the way he said it didn’t sit right with you, but you decided to ignore it. “He seems like a pretty shitty person, but who am I to judge. I’m just glad you’re doing better, sweetheart.”

You turned around to face the blonde haired man with a puzzled look on your face. “Yeah, who are you to judge?” You asked, tossing your makeup wipe down on the bathroom counter. “Me and Toji may have not had the best relationship towards the end and we may not agree on some things, but I do not need you coming up in here and bashing my children’s father to my face.”

“Woah, woah, calm down, I didn’t mean it like that, okay? I’m sorry, it just came out wrong.” Kento grabbed onto your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. “I just seen how much he’s put you through and I don’t like it.” You pulled your hands from his, leaning Nanami with a slightly shocked expression.

“That is not how you meant it. Calling him a shitty person? Really? He’s a good dad, takes care of his kids, he cares about the people in his life, Kento.” You started to get defensive. Toji had his bad moments, every one does, and your relationship showed that side of him, but you also saw the best of him too. You knew deep down Toji was actually someone trustworthy, a good person at heart.

“Yeah, like the way he cared about you towards the end of your marriage?” Kento questioned.

You stared at him, unable to form words, trying to process the ones that just came out of his mouth. “What did you just say?”

Kento stepped closer towards you, realizing what had just slipped from his mouth, an apologetic look on his face when he saw the saddened look in your eyes. “I’m sorry, I—”

“You have no fucking right to talk about my marriage with him. Just because I told you what happened doesn’t mean you know the whole story, you understand? He was my husband, he’s the father of my kids! How fucking dare you? Get the hell out of my house.” Anger lined your tone. You never thought that someone like Nanami would ever judge someone’s character, let alone, speak about them in such an ill manner. He seemed understanding, open to the whole situation, even offered you advice—which you took.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean to upset you. Forgive me. You’re right, it isn’t my place to speak about your marriage. I just thought—”

“Let me make this clear again…get out of my house, please.” You sharply inhaled, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to control your anger. And to think you were going to have a nice night while the kids were at Shoko’s and you had the house to yourself. You stood there looking at the tiles of the bathroom floor, Nanami stepping out of the room to grab his things. A shaky breath rattled through your body as tears began forming in your eyes, but just as quickly as they came you wiped them away even faster.

The front door shut, leaving you in complete silence.

Toji rubbed the towel over his wet hair, sweats hanging low on his waist as he walked into the living room to settle down for the day. He grabbed the remote, turning on the tv to find an interesting moving to watch before bed, choosing between horror or thriller. “This is same shit as the other one,” he spoke to himself, sucking his teeth.

Toji’s phone began vibrating as he clicked through the movie selections, not bothering to look as he picked it up. “What do you want, Gojo?” Toji asked with an unenthusiastic tone.

“Toji,” you sniffled. He immediately sat up, eyes going wide at the sound of your voice.

“Y/n? What’s wrong? Are you okay? The kids okay?” He asked with panic, standing to his feet.

“The kids…the kids are fine, they’re with Shoko.” You could barely talk, trying to control your emotions.

“What’s wrong, mama?” Toji questioned, walking over to the front door to slip on his shoes. “What happened? Talk to me.” He opened his front door, walking to his car, unlocking it.

“Can you just come over? Please?” You asked.

“I’m already on my way, okay? Stay on the phone,” he demanded. The sound of your cries made Toji fill with worry. You wouldn’t tell him what was wrong or what was going on, but he’s never driven anywhere else faster before. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay.” You nodded as if he could see you.

Toji didn’t even turn his lights or tv off. Hell, he can’t even remember if he locked his front door. But at this point he didn’t give a damn. All he knew was that you needed him right now. He wasn’t going to leave you like he did all those times before. “I’m around the corner, be at the door.” Toji hung up the phone as he turned down your street, slowly breaking as he pulled up to your house. He noticed how there was only your car in the driveway.

He saw your front door open, the light from the house illuminating your figure as you stood on the steps. Toji quickly got out of the car, rushing towards you. He could hear you crying the closer he got. You reached towards him with open arms, Toji took you in his, nearly out of breath. “Mama, what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked, soothingly rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry for calling so late,” you sobbed.

“No, no, shh, come on, let’s go inside.” He noticed how you were only in your nightgown in the cold. Helping you into the house, he locked the front door behind him. He stood there with you in his arms, embracing you, comforting you as you cried. “I’m here, baby,” he said softly.

“I just…we got into a fight…and I started drinking and I—I can’t stop crying. I needed you,” you explained, tears rolling down your cheeks. Toji could faintly smell the alcohol on your breath as you spoke. Toji wasn’t going to intrude on your business when it came to your new relationship, but if he had to guess, the argument was pretty recent.

“He didn’t touch you or anything, right?” Toji sternly asked. You immediately shook your head no. A weight of relief lifted off of his shoulders at your answer.

“I’m sorry for calling you so late, Toji. You didn’t have to come I was—”

“I don’t care about that, okay? I don’t want you to be alone while you’re feeling like this. Not anymore. Let’s go.” He guided you towards your bedroom, the plush carpet under your feet as he sat you down on the bed. You finally stopped crying, wiping the tears off of your face as you sat there to collect your thoughts. “I’ll be back.” Toji felt a tug on his hand as he went to step away, looking back to see you staring up at him.

“Stay.” It almost looked like you were begging him. Is this what you were like all those years ago? How he just ignored you? How could he do something like that to you? You squeezed his hand tighter as you crawled into the bed, pulling him with you. Toji reluctantly followed, but still gave in. His arms wrapped your body, pulling the blankets over you as you snuggled into him. You inhaled his scent, hugging onto him like you never wanted to let go. “Don’t go,” you mumbled against him.

His fingers ran over your skin. “I won’t, mama. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He kissed the top of your head. Toji laid there as you fell asleep his arms, bedroom light still on, his hair still damp from his shower. He doesn’t know what to think right now, lost in his head. Was this real? Or were you just drunk? He doesn’t want to think about it too much, but yet he does. Will you hate him when you wake up? Scold him, yell at him? God, he hopes not.

“I love you, Toji.” Those three words made his heart sank, his movements came to a halt.

She’s drunk. She’s doesn’t mean that. Don’t read too much into it. This will never happen again. It isn’t real.

It takes everything in him not to say those three words back. He doesn’t want to give into something that he knows won’t even be a second thought to you the moment you open your eyes again. His jaw clenched as he stared at your bedroom wall. “Just sleep, baby,” he quietly spoke. He slumped the lump in his throat, continuing to trace patterns on your skin.

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[moonstruckme]

hi honey! this is quite a personal ask and it's a very touchy subject so if you don't want to write it that's perfectly fine!

I recently found out I'm infertile and won't be able to have biological children- I would love it if you wrote something with poly!marauders comforting a reader whose always wanted biological children but finds out she's infertile?

no pressure because this is a sensitive topic- but it would mean the world if you do x

Hi lovely, I'm so sorry about how jarring that must be for you. Thanks for your request <3

cw: grief related to infertility

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 626 words

You hadn’t cried when you found out. It had been a slow, seeping revelation. A shock you don’t know how to get past. So it comes as a surprise when, after sharing the news with your boyfriends, tears spill from your eyes. 

Sirius moves first, as he often does, his arms wrapping tight around your middle. “I’m sorry,” he says, pulling you to his chest. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” 

You don’t know if it’s a loss for him the way it is for you; you never really got around to talking about it, and now it’s a moot point. You appreciate the sentiment anyway. Remus’ hand has been on your knee since you’d sat them down on the couch, a comfort for whatever difficult conversation he sensed was coming, but he’s still now, in shock as you have been. On Sirius’ other side, you hear a dismayed breath go out of James. 

“I’m sorry, too,” you whimper. Sirius doubles down on the comfort, arms a vice and mushing kiss after heavy kiss into your hair while you weep. 

“Hey,” says James, gently. His hand comes to rest on your back, big enough to touch both shoulder blades. “Shh, it’s alright. It’s going to be okay.” 

“Jamie,” Remus murmurs. 

“It is, lovely. If you really want it, we’ll figure something out.” 

“But we don’t need to do that today.” Remus’ tone is at once stern and gentle. His pinkie makes a couple of short strokes over your leg. “I know how much it meant to you to have kids on your own, dovey,” he says, softer. “I’m sorry.” 

James sounds wounded. “I only meant that we’re with you. Or that we’re here for you, you know. Whatever you need.” 

You pick your head up from Sirius’ chest. Sirius allows it, though by the way his hands tighten on you only just, so that you can give James a watery smile. 

“I know,” you tell him. And you do. It’ll all be alright in the end is the motto James lives by; whatever the opposite of a defeatist is, your sweetheart boyfriend is that all over. But you only want to be sad right now. It’s a new sort of mourning for you, mourning a future you’ve never known and now you can’t have. “It’s okay, I get it.” 

James’ expression is already creased with sympathy, but at your teary eyes he starts to look like he may cry, too. “I love you,” he says, squeezing your shoulder softly. “We’ve got you, you know that.” 

You nod, because you do. You feel it like a pleasant weight right now, just in the center of your hurt. 

Sirius has begun swaying you gently, his lips pressed to your head like he plans simply to leave them there. “What do you want to do, sweetness? Just for now, what do you need?” 

You try to clear your throat, but your voice still comes out fractured. “I don’t know.” 

“It’s okay to just be sad,” says Remus. His voice has dropped to a soothing timbre, like logs crackling in a fireplace or the sea shushing over rock. “If you want to just stay here for a while, or cry some more, that’s perfectly alright.” 

His understanding draws another sob out of you, your face going back to Sirius’ chest as you give into grief. 

“Oh, my love.” Sirius hugs you even tighter, and then a second pair of arms comes around you, James hugging you both. Remus’ touch moves up your leg as you feel the couch dip closer to you, his lips pressing to the side of your head a moment later. You feel engulfed by love and caring. “I’m sorry, lovely,” Sirius whispers against your hairline. “We’ve got you.” 

[clairerosetarot]

PICK A PIC: You & Your Future Spouse’s Love Story

Film: Jab We Met.

Don’t think too much about the piles, just meditate for a while on which pile feels right.

Deck used: Rider-Waite Tarot Deck

pile 1.

With the World card, you and your future spouse meet in an unexpected place—while traveling. It’s either at an airport, a train station, or during a spontaneous trip to a foreign city. I’m getting South Asia/South East Asia for many of you. Either way an unfamiliar place to you. You're both there to explore the world, and fate brings you together in a way you never saw coming. Maybe you're both on a group tour, or perhaps you’re trying to figure out the same confusing map at a famous landmark. You strike up a conversation about the place you're visiting, and instantly there's a spark. You laugh over a shared confusion, and a friendship starts to bloom. Someone could do something funny like a street vendor or something, you both laugh and you know when someone does something funny in front of you and bond with a stranger over it? yeah that’s what i’m seeing here.

At first, you might not think too much of it. It’s just a cute little meeting between two people in the middle of nowhere. But your future spouse’s enthusiasm about life, their love for adventure, and that twinkle in their eye leave a lasting impression. You both have this unspoken understanding of “we’re in this together,” and it's easy to fall into sync, like you've known each other for ages. 🌍💫 You to might go back to the hotel or hostel and just talk. I feel like you don’t really like to get to know people pile 1 (No Shade lol 😂) but you’ll feel at ease with these person.

After that initial meeting, you stay in touch. Maybe it starts with a few travel-related texts or emails, sharing tips about places to visit. Over time, you both realize that your connection goes beyond just sightseeing. You exchange stories about your lives, dreams, and experiences. There’s a natural chemistry that pulls you in closer, and before long, you’re planning your next trip together, as a couple! 🌞 You’ll definitely be that old couple that still travels together and has 100s of amazing travel stories :)) Also i’m getting that this will only happen when you stop obsessed over finding the one, maybe a take a trip (safely!) by yourself.

pile 2.

Ooooh my friends to lovers pile! Firstly, i’m not getting that y’all are friends for ages, just a few months. For many you guys you are just friends because you’re both too shy to ask someone out. When you first meet here’s an immediate connection when your eyes meet—something deep, almost otherworldly. You both feel a magnetic pull, as though you’ve known each other in a past life 🌀✨However - you’ll just brush this off as being ‘friends’. You might even be recovering from a bad romantic experience and have trouble seeing someone that way.

When you first meet, you might not even need to speak much. There’s an intense, unspoken understanding between you two. You both feel it—the world just seems to fall away when you’re in each other’s presence. You don’t have to try to impress each other; everything feels so natural. Your future spouse might even comment on how familiar you feel to them, like they’ve known you forever. 🌙💕

Eventually, one of you admits that there’s something more here, and that’s when everything shifts. Your love story feels almost predestined. You begin dating, and every moment feels like it was meant to be. It’s not about fireworks or grand gestures (although those may come later!). Instead, it’s about quiet moments where you both just know this is right. It feels calm, steady, and deeply fulfilling, like you've found your true counterpart. 🕊️💫

pile 3.

You and your future spouse meet at a fun, social event—maybe a party, a concert, or even a spontaneous night out with friends. The chemistry between you is instant, but it’s playful and full of energy. You both exchange a lot of jokes, light-hearted teasing, and flirtation right from the start. It’s like you’re both in on a secret, enjoying each other’s presence with a lighthearted, carefree vibe. 🎶💃

When you first meet, there’s an undeniable sense of fun. You instantly connect over your shared sense of humor, playful banter, and maybe even a little bit of friendly competition (who can make the other laugh harder?). I’m even getting that they will tell you that they find you sexually attractive right away 🫣🤩 Your future spouse is the type of person who doesn’t take life too seriously, and that’s what draws you in. You feel comfortable being your true self around them, and they do the same with you. 🥳💕 People might label them a player because of this, but make no mistake- they are incredibly loyal to those they love - especially you. <3

Eventually, the playful flirty moments turn into something deeper, but the fun never stops. When you start officially dating, you continue to keep things light and carefree, always making sure there’s room for laughter, jokes, and silly memories. Your love story isn’t about the seriousness of life—it’s about finding joy and laughter even in the everyday moments. You’re each other’s best friend and partner in crime, and your dating life is full of spontaneous adventures, inside jokes, and an overwhelming sense of fun. 🎉

pile 4.

You and your future spouse meet in a calm and serene setting, perhaps through mutual friends, at a family gathering, or even during a quiet, peaceful event like a meditation retreat or a book club meeting. There’s nothing extravagant about how you meet—it’s simple, subtle, and peaceful. Most likely a forest or hiking trail - do some of you live in the PNW? I’m getting that energy here. Lol maybe you will meet while you are high 💨 😹 You’re both drawn to each other because of your shared calm energy. 🌿🌙

At first, there’s a quiet but undeniable bond. Your future spouse may not be the loudest person in the room, but when they speak, their words resonate deeply with you. cute 🥰 There’s a comfort in their presence, and even though you might not know them well yet, you feel at ease, like you can be your true self without pretending. You both enjoy a slower pace of life and feel connected through small, thoughtful gestures.

When you start dating, your relationship is marked by a steady, nurturing love. You’re not looking for excitement or adventure, but instead, you find fulfillment in the calm and quiet moments you share. Your dates might involve cozy nights in, cooking together, or stargazing on quiet evenings. The way you care for each other, the way you listen, and the way you understand each other’s needs without saying a word—this is the heart of your love story. It’s peaceful, but it’s also incredibly strong. 💕

[avelera]

Okay so I recently got low-key obsessed with Jayvik and I’ve been liking your posts about them (top tier analysis btw). Anyway I’m curious about your opinions on a couple of things:

If Jayce’s love language is physical touch, what do you think Viktor’s love language is?

What do you think the Anomaly actually is? My headcanon is that it’s caused by all the paradoxes/timelines that Mad Wizard Viktor keeps making, but idk why it would only be under the Hexgates.

Hmm, when taking into account that the love languages thing is basically horoscopes for real people, but they may have informed how the characters were written, I'd say:

1 ) I completely agree that Jayce's love language is physical touch. That much is obvious.

Viktor's love language is Quality Time - that would explain why he starts getting irritated and hurt with Jayce near the end of S1 and why he's so moved and touched by them solving equations and spending time together pre-time skip. Actually, so much of Viktor's attitude towards Jayce is explained by him seeing Quality Time as a love language it's actually making me a bit dizzy, I need to think about this a lot more because I think this might have cracked something for me...

2 ) Hoooo boy, I actually have an answer for what the Anomaly is in my mind, but it's a lot less character driven and a more metaphysics driven because I was feral about Arcane S1 before I had anyone else to talk to about it online and I've spent a lot of time thinking about Hextech and Shimmer. OK, here goes:

Hextech is an axiomatic (lawful) channeling of forces of nature, namely magic. However, magic to stay pure and reliable requires an anarchic (chaotic) AND the axiomatic (lawful) balancing act for each use of its power if it's to stay "pure" and reliable. Otherwise, you invite chaos in. Namely, the Anomaly.

In addition, every use of magic/the Arcane puts off a certain amount of "car exhaust" for every use, this allows it from a Doylist perspective to be a climate change metaphor but it does go deeper than that and follows its own magical rules. If you look closely, overuse of Hextech always puts off smoke. Early uses don't do so as much, though. In my opinion, each puff of that "smoke" adds to a potential Anomaly.

Now if you're good at magic, and skilled with it, say if you're good mage, as seen with The Mage / Viktor in 1.02, you make a point of scooping up up all the exhaust from any use of rune magic and pouring it back into the spell.

Look at how the mage scoops up all the exhaust coming out of the spell here and weaves it back into the spell!

Hextech doesn't bother to do that! Because Jayce doesn't fundamentally understand that advanced level of magic! He just keeps calling on its energy without dealing with the output of smoke/chaos/Anomaly fumes so it's just hanging in the air.

By the way, all the smoke in Arcane is hand animated so to my eyes, all smoke actually matters. I'm actually a little bummed that S2 didn't go deeper into explaining the smoke that comes off of some uses of the Arcane but not others but I'm assuming they'll delve more into in future shows because The Arcane Is Awake Now, thanks to my brilliant science boy dipshits.

The cleanest, clearest use of Hextech we ever see is the first time the science boys use it to float:

I draw a few conclusions from this:

1 ) The first hit is always free - first time you use magic, magic is happy to help you out! It will do the thing you ask! No consequences!

2 ) Magic gets more and more angry the more times you use it. Actually, by the time we get to Vi using the Atlas Gauntlets repeatedly in S2, there's a little puff of smoke every. time. she uses. them.

3 ) Magic requires some balance. Breaking a window before it let the boys float? Cool, that's balance. But if you just have it doing the same constructive motion over and over, like sending out airships, but you don't let it break some things too? It gets annoyed.

4 ) If it doesn't get applied in a balanced way, magic/the Arcane gets mad. Ekko compared the Arcane's frustration to a sigh. That smoke? Is the sigh. Again, first time you use Hextech, magic which is at least semi-sentient, is MORE than happy to help! The more you keep demanding repeated axiomatic actions, the more it sighs in anger.

Then we get to the crux of your question: what is the Anomaly?

The Anomaly built up at the base of a tower stuffed full with polished, axiomatic, reinforced Hexgems that do one constructive task over and over and over again all day, every day: safely send ships from one place to another.

The Anomaly builds up from the frustration of not allowing magic to be free. Jayce is an axiomatic thinker, he sees magic as a tool, not as a force of nature, so he's been channeling it super precisely and not scooping up all that extra exhaust and channeling it back into the magic and that means it builds up this... pearl of an Anomaly which is all this wild magic with tons of chaotic potential that can do basically anything, including time and dimensional travel but it's gonna be super weird about it.

Soooo... thanks for giving me the chance to yell about Hextech, hope that was sort of what you had in mind!

[skyeistrying]

Hihi!! I just read your Sevika HCs and I absolutely love them!! I wanted to know if you could (please) write HCs for Sevika and Vi after an argument with their partner? :) Whether it’s an argument the reader started or they started can be completely up to you! Or you could even do both scenarios if you prefer! 💕

Thank you and I hope you have a nice day/evening 💖

🖤Sevika and Vi after an Argument🖤

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🤎Sevika🤎

I don’t think arguments would be common in a relationship with Sevika.

When she locks into a serious relationship, she means serious. She covers all the important bases for a healthy relationship; communication, loyalty, respect, trust, and so much more.

Covering these bases, especially communication, helps to avoid frequent arguments.

It won’t completely cut out the occasional argument though.

When you two do argue, it’s almost always about bigger things. For example, her working so much and not taking much time for herself, or maybe her drinking and smoking.

Post-argument time usually has as “how can we avoid this in the future” moment where you guys have a heart to heart about whatever started the argument.

If you start an argument:

Be prepared to apologize first. And only apologize if you’re really sorry.

You should always finish what you start, after all.

Your apology may be met with an affectionate an eye roll and a huff.

She never stays mad at you for long.

Once you apologize she usually makes space for you wherever she’s sitting and wraps her arm around just to let you know it’s really okay.

If you’re just apologizing because you feel like you need to, don’t. She can see right through you if you’re bullshitting her.

If you’re stubborn like her, sometimes apologizing can genuinely be difficult. She gets that. Which is why her patience with you is a blessing.

Again, when you’re ready to apologize , she’s affectionate and accepts it.

If she starts an argument:

This woman is stubborn. For her to apologize, it just doesn’t feel right.

She’s only ever been truly sorry a few times in her life. In the Undercity, living a life like hers, she never had time to be sorry.

Being sorry gets you hurt. It gets you killed.

But…

It’s obviously different when it’s you. You aren’t a big bad wolf waiting around the corner. You’re her partner, her ride-or-die.

In the heat of the moment, what she said felt right. It felt like something you needed to hear.

The thought of you feeling hurt by something she said just eats her alive.

She comes to you first.

It isn’t anything crazy, usually just a simple, gruff “I’m sorry.”

She’s awkward and stiff about it, but completely genuine.

Asks what she can do to make it up to you, if anything.

❤️Vi❤️

Violet runs hot. She isn’t a loose cannon but someday’s it can be hard trying to keep all of her emotions under wraps.

This has definitely lead to arguments over petty things like dishes in the sink or eating the last of her favorite snack.

It’s also lead to arguments about very serious things. Her pit fighting, drinking, and her occasional impulsivity.

Arguments always hit her hard, even the petty ones. No matter how old she gets, arguments always make her feel like a little kid, just waiting for the ball to drop. The ball being losing you.

That feeling of dread, like this argument could be the last, if that makes sense.

Physical touch is usually present in the make up process after an argument. It helps ground her.

The good news is, the two of you always make up very quickly.

If you start an argument:

If the argument is a petty spat about dishes or snacks, she still apologizes first, albeit rather begrudgingly.

This links back to her feeling like this argument could be the last. What if she never hears “You promised you’d take out the trash this week” ever again?

You, however, shut that down. “It’s my fault, I should be the one apologizing.” You tell her.

These arguments are extremely easy to come back from because you two are always on the same level. Two halves to make a whole, equals

There isn’t a point in staying hung up on petty nonsense for long.

If you start a big argument, you apologize first.

She distances herself and you have to go to her.

You’ll usually find her someplace where she shouldn’t be, like a bar. Or, you might find her someplace safe, like with Loris or another friend she feels comfortable around.

Not only should you apologize, but it would also be a good chance to thoroughly explain why you’re upset or might think something is a bad idea.

Once you do that, she’ll open her arms up to you and usually things can be resolved somewhat easily after that.

If she starts an argument:

Again, she apologizes first.

If she starts an argument, big or small, the dread of possibly losing you over this hits her like bricks.

For smaller arguments, she approaches you casually. If you let her, she’ll wrap her arms around you. An apology hug, if you will.

Says, “I’m sorry, baby,” in the softest voice she can muster.

These smaller arguments are always easier to come back from just because she’s so sweet. How can you ever stay upset when she’s such a sweetie?

Big arguments are something else though.

After she’s said whatever it is that she’s said, the weight of it all is suffocating.

If she said something really stupid and hurtful in the heat of the moment, she might need some space for a bit. Things like that take her back to that day.

But she’ll come to you when she’s ready.

May or may not have a little gift for you for extra measure. Usually it’s something simple like your favorite candy bar.

She tells you she’s sorry and explains why she got so worked up. Usually this leads to a steady and warm embrace and you let her know it��s okay.

hello!!! thank you for the request ♥️ please let me know if you enjoyed it or not. i had so much fun writing these. i kind of got carried away with vi’s headcanons 🙈. . i was purposefully vague about what started the argument so you can sort of imagine your own scenario for why the argument started!🎠

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