#[the stamina thing is killing me sobs

[sentofight]

ooc. In this house events don't end just because it finished in real life. Like for a v-day ask. Specify muses please. Oh and v-day asks can be familial and platonic we cater to every taste winks.

[thee-horny-thicky]

Worship

A/N: This season has made me simp for both Akaza and Douma, so here's a smutty headcanon thing.

Akaza and Douma cannot stand each other. They’re complete opposites in almost every way, especially when it comes to their treatment of women. Akaza believes them to be untouchable, while Douma thinks that the most delectable flesh comes from beautiful young women.

However, they do have a single thing in common. Both men are huge fans of worshipping their partner’s body, in their own unique ways.

You see, both demon’s ideology steams from their adoration for women. Douma, being an egotistic hedonist, indulges his love for them by devouring their bodies, in my ways than one.

He enjoys making his partner feels good, as it's another way for his ego to be fed. Not only does he like their reactions, but he loves the taste of pussy. Yours in particular. He's a munch, your honor.

Getting a taste of your slick is a daily requirement, and when he's particularly desperate, he'll fall to his knees and pleasure you where you stand.

Given his sadistic streak, he adores blending pain and pleasure together. He’ll tie you up to make sure you can’t run from him, and when he’s feeling particularly cruel, he may blindfold you, so you won’t be able to guess his next move. The one thing he’ll never do, though, is gag you. He adores hearing your noises too much for that. He likes seeing you be pathetic, so he’s a huge fan of edging. He’ll play with you until you’re on the brink of orgasm, then stop his motions until you’re begging for him to let you cum. And once he does, he switches from edging to overstimulation. He’s a demon with stamina a human can only dream of, and he’ll keep going until you’re sobbing for him to stop. Often, you two are at it until the sun is peaking over the horizon.

And if you make him upset, he has an array of paddles and whips to spank you with.

On the flip side, Akaza despises the idea of inflicting pain onto women, making them completely off-limits when it comes to killing. When it comes to sex, he’ll treat you like the most precious thing in the world and draw orgasm after orgasm from you. He has a hard time expressing his emotions, so sex is his way of showing his love for you.

The only way he’ll taste a woman is when he goes down on her, and like any good munch, he’ll be licking and sucking for a while. His favorite way to eat you is when you’re resting on your forearms, ass propped in the air, and pussy on display. It gives him a great view of your glistening folds and throbbing clit, and when your pussy starts to get too sensitive from coming too many times, he’ll allow his tongue to venture to your ass. As taboo as it is, it makes you feel good, which is all he cares about. He doesn’t look like Sukuna for nothing.

Only when you’re well-prepared will he fuck you. He’s inhumanly large, and if you aren’t well-stretched and very lubricated, you have no hope of taking him. He’ll refuse to fuck you if your pussy isn’t dripping with your juices because God forbid that he hurts you.  There’s a reason those pants are baggy.  

Not only is his dick inhumane in size, but in appearance, too. His shaft has bulging veins and ridges that offer you some delicious stimulation. Instead of doming off, his cockhead is more of a pointed tip, providing you with an interesting sensation as he pounds into you. His unique additions make him even harder to take. But though the stretch may be a little painful, once you’re adjusted, he’ll have you drooling and cock drunk in no time ♥️

A/N: I might write a proper threesome with them because I'm down BAD 😩

Update: A year later, and I finally wrote a Douma/Reader/Akaza piece 🤭

[luza-wayne]

someone to protect.

himejima gyomei x reader

wc: 9.4k

a/n: i'm not so sure how to feel about this :||

himejima came out of the room with the meeting he just had with the corps leader that ended swiftly. he bowed one last time to ubayashiki before closing the door.

as he walks down the corridor of the house, he thinks back to what he and ubayashiki talk about.

“ah…” he groaned as he rubbed his palms together. “another newly appointed hashira.”

he was visiting the master when the latter brought up this new information. he was told that this new hashira eliminated the lower rank three of the twelve demon moons.

tears started to fall down his cheeks as usual.

“ah… i wish they wouldn’t die as easily.” he cries, his sensitive heart breaking just by the thought of his fellow slayer dying, even if they haven’t met yet.

meanwhile, you just arrived at the headquarters with the help of a kakushi leading the way for you. you were told by the kakushi to wait in the backyard, while he went to announce your arrival to the people in the house. 

you know why you were here.

recently, you managed to kill the lower rank two.

whether it was luck or not that the sun came out as your stamina was running low from trying to keep him the demon from running away, the only thing you know is that your loathing for those disgusting monsters have gone up to the maximum level. 

just thinking about them makes your hands shake with anger.

that same day you got the recognition for slaughtering the lower rank three was the same day you lost your closest friend.

the friend who you grew up with. that friend who was with you and helped you when a demon killed your only family, your father. that friend who joined the corps with you. 

the friend who you promised to protect.

just to fail. 

…

your mouth was open but no words were coming out of it. you watched in horror as her body slowly lost its strength.

“don't cry…” she muttered, slowly. she knows you don’t realize how much tears are coming out of your eyes, that your sclera is already turning red, the same color as her red-stained clothes.

your friend was lying on your arms, blood flowed out of the large wound the demon gave her when she almost beheaded it. 

“d-don’t talk! help is on their way! just wait for a bit— i promise i won't let you die—” your eyes, disoriented from panicking, looked around to see if anyone's coming your way.

‘is there anything there that can stop her bleeding?! pressure! i should put pressure on the wound—’

your distraught mind stopped when you felt her hands, covered with blood, touch your cheek.

you looked into her already half closed eyes. 

“no… pressure… let me apply—” you uttered, trying to ignore the tightness of your throat.

she shook her head.

“(y/n), it's too late for me…” she answered.

“no, just shut your mouth! i know help is on the way!” you shouted as you took off your haori and tried to tie it around her waist, trying to stop the blood from flowing out more. not noticing how your breaths became shorter and faster. 

“please… just promise me one thing—” she started.

you held her hand on your cheeks and looked down at her. 

“no! i’m not promising you anything! you better survive this! you haven't taught me yet how to make those mochi you always make! i still haven't found the demon who killed my father! you told me you'll help me with it! so you better survive!”

she smiled weakly at you. tears filled her eyes as she listened to you one last time. 

“you have to survive… please… you're the only one i have left…” you whispered, your own tears falling on her cheeks. 

“s-sorry…” she said and stopped to take another deep breath. “please… i'm sorry for leaving you all alone. please be happy…”

you sobbed as you nodded.

seeing your answer, she smiled. and her hands slowly slipped down from their touch on your cheeks, while her eyes slowly closed. 

…

you shook your head. you felt your eyes get teary again and it snapped you out of your thoughts.

that kakushi said i should go to the back, right? 

as you were walking to the backyard, you heard a noise coming from the shrub on the fence’s side. you immediately went into alert, ready to attack it if ever it's something that needs to be taken down at once. 

you took your stance and were ready to sheathe your sword.

“nyaa~”

eh?

“a cat?” you muttered as you relaxed your body. 

what am i doing getting all tense to a cat?

now that i think about it, that was too much reaction. it’s not like there will be demons at the headquarters. what’s more, the sun is out…

“...pfft—” you immediately covered your mouth and tried to hold yourself back from letting out a laugh.

you crouched down and held your hand out to the creature. you moved your fingers and tried to call the cat.

“come here.” you talked to it. 

it meowed again before making its way to you. you peeked on its genitals and noted that it’s a male. he rubbed his face on your palm and you could hear his purrs. a small smile appeared on your lips.

“where did you come from?” you asked him, knowing he wouldn’t answer back except for a meow.

“are you a cat of the master?” you queried again before lifting the cat up and holding it close to your chest.

you examined him and he seems fine with no evident injury. you felt relieved. 

“thank goodness you're not hurt or anything.” you whispered as you pulled him closer to you.

“please live safely.” you added, booping his nose. 

the cat suddenly jumped out of your hold and ran away, vanishing from your view into a corner.

“(y/n)-sama, this way please.” the kakushi with you earlier suddenly spoke. 

you stood and tidied up your uniform.

“yes.” you answered before following them.

“nyaa~” 

“oh?” himejima uttered when the cat meowed his way. he knelt down and offered his arms to the cat.

the cat immediately jumped onto him.

“were you finished talking to that person?” he asked the feline who became fascinated by the sound that his prayer beads are making with his every move.

she must be the new hashira. he thought to himself.

as he pets the cat, he smiles to himself.

at the very least, she seems to be kind from the way she treated this cat. i wish her all the best and hope she survives long.

when his kakushi guide arrived, he left the place carrying the cat that was a stray one when he was on his way to the headquarters.

…

it’s been seven months. 

seven months ever since you’ve been posted in your jurisdiction. you did your best to protect the people from where you were assigned.

you got to admit, with protecting them and having to be always alert that a demon might appear suddenly at night during your patrol helped get some thoughts off of your mind.

but, it will make you never forget the hatred you feel for every demon.

every time you encounter one, at the back of your mind you're thinking that maybe not all demons are like that, only for that thought to be shattered once you hear how they explain with no remorse that eating human flesh is delicious and that they'll always choose to be demon even in their next life.

it makes your skin crawl with disgust that you even gave them a bit of compassion. you regret even thinking that they might be different from others.

you hate them. 

you loathe them. 

you won't forgive them for killing all your beloved ones.

you won't let even one of these revolting creatures escape your blade. you swore to kill the one who took your father's life with this blade.

it's dawn and you just woke up. you sleep during the day as demons are more active during the night, so you as a hashira should be too.

after getting ready, you immediately head out of your house that you bought after receiving your first pay as a hashira.

you also took in two tsuguko. 

they helped you out maintaining the large place. one of them is just waiting for the final selection to take place and become an official part of the corps, while the other one has just started training.

watching them two puts a smile on your face. 

they're such great students. it makes you feel proud just thinking about them becoming the best swordsman they can be.

also, worried and scared. scared that they might end up with the same fate as your best friend.

but, you trust them.

and you can't deny the fact that might happen to you too, today, tomorrow, next week, or soon.

“master, please be careful!” your younger tsuguko waved goodbye to you.

“please come back home to us in one piece!” the older one said.

they looked at each other and smiled widely.

“please bring some dangos too!” they said in unison.

you chuckled and waved back to them while walking out of the house.

“okay, okay. i won’t forget. i'll leave the house to you.” you told them and headed out.

it’s been just months but they’ve become attached to you already.

your older disciple, akiro, was a kid whose sole family left was killed by a demon. the massacre of his family happened around the time when you weren't a hashira yet and was stationed to a different place. you found him, four days after getting the highest rank, aimlessly walking around the town with nothing but his torn clothes from fighting and escaping the demon.

who knows how long he must've been walking around without thinking?

you took him to your rented house during that time. he asked you why you were helping him, and you answered him, it's just natural.

when you bought your current house, he suddenly walked up to you with teary eyes and thanked you for everything you did for him, thinking that you're done taking care of him and was about to leave him. 

you laughed when you heard it, immediately replied saying that he's welcome but you never told him you're moving alone.

he was delighted to hear it, seeing how his face lit up brought a smile to your lips.

when he regained his strength and health back, he asked you to teach him about demons and how to kill them. asking him the reason for wanting to learn it, he replied that he wanted to take revenge for his family member.

it pained your heart a bit. of course, just like you, it’s not easy to forget something like that. but you gave him what he wanted and took him as your first tsuguko.

the younger one, kenji, was a feisty one when you first met him. finding him trying to survive alone in the mountain with nothing but his make-shift weapons and his own built house made of branches of trees and large leaves.

when you spotted his hideout, you thought it was a trap made by a demon in order to catch humans, but when you turned around, you saw him carrying a bundle of woods, to keep him warm for the night.

you asked him what he's doing there and he candidly answered that he lives there. he said that he ran away from his abusive mother after his beloved father died and started living on his own because no one else would take in another mouth to feed.

you know you couldn’t leave a 12-year-old boy alone in the woods. you’re surprised that he wasn’t targeted by the demons yet, but you wouldn’t wait for it to happen first before you act.

you told him that he shouldn’t live there because there could be demons lurking around and that you’ll guide him back to his house. suddenly, a sharp pointed staff almost shoots past your face, you manage to easily dodge it. 

you looked at him and flinched at the mixed look of fear and hate in his eyes. you were wrong for that, you didn’t process what he said earlier and stepped on mine. you apologized to him and just as you were about to speak again, you heard the growling of a demon about to jump at the two of you.

it was just a low-grade demon, so you immediately dealt with it with ease. but, your every slash bore your deep hatred with them as they cut through its neck. when you looked back at him, you told him that this is the reason why he can’t stay there. he was hesitant to come with you, but you promised him that you won’t bring him back to his mother.

your older disciple welcomed him and he slowly warmed up to his new found older brother. 

they are now getting along just fine. the older one became comfortable and is now a reliable one and the younger one’s now a cheerful and healthy kid.

watching them fills your heart with fuzziness and you vow to protect them with everything you could until they become full-fledged swordsmen.

…

you started your patrol around the area, once you didn't really get any order to eradicate a demon or investigate a suspicious case from your crow.

speaking of your crow, it went to the headquarters to get some new information and order from the master and still hasn't come back.

well, based on the time my crow arrives after sending her off is long, i can assume that the headquarters might be far from my place.

guess i'll just have to be alert and patrol around.

it was past midnight already and fortunately you’re not feeling anything suspicious or any presence of a demon.

*caw. caw.*

your eyebrows furrowed when you heard a crow, you turned your head and saw it coming your way. it was your crow finally arriving after a long trip from the headquarters to your jurisdiction.

you raise your arms to her to rest on and she immediately tells you what the leader has told you.

“the master would like to say that the monthly report for hashira’s will be happening next weekend. please be ready.” she started.

you nodded, reaching for her seed bag that you keep on you. you grabbed a fistful of seeds and thanked her for doing all of that.

“also, order! order! you are to collaborate with another hashira tomorrow in a forest that borders both of your assigned regions. lots of lower rank slayers have lost their lives! investigate and kill the demons!” 

she added and ate her seeds as soon as she finished.

another hashira? who might it be?

i’m not familiar with the rest of hashira's. i’m only talking to kanae and then the rest’s name is all i know. 

that aloof looking guy, giyuu. that loud sound hashira, uzui. that one guy who made a scene in the last meeting, i think his name was shigazunawa? 

and that one big guy who always cries…

hi… himejima?

that guy’s always crying, but when i tried talking to him last time as he was the first one to arrive and i came after, he stood in front of me and put his large hands on top of my head and he suddenly prayed.

what was that? 

i just stayed silent because i don’t want to be rude to someone older than me, but that was weird. thankfully, kanae arrived shortly after.

i hope he’s not the one i’m working with tomorrow.

…

great.

as you’re running on the entrance of the forest that your crow has led you to, you could already see himejima’s gigantic body from afar.

you sped up your run and stopped in front of him.

“good evening, himejima-san.” you greeted him, you bowed to him thanking him for waiting for you.

you’re here to slay numerous demons tonight. just thinking about the countless people that died in this place makes your eyes rage with anger and contempt for those atrocious monsters.

as you were raising your head, you felt his hands on the top of your head yet again.

you were about to ask what he’s doing when he started his chants. you wanted to groan in disbelief, but you can’t.

“let’s go.” he uttered as soon as he was finished and started walking towards the forest.

“yes…” you replied and fixed your hair.

seriously, what was that for?

as the two of you walk through the dark, eerie forest, himejima leads the way. the moon was supposed to be your only light, but just your luck, it’s really cloudy tonight. 

you were astonished as to how he easily perceives the structure of his surroundings and the things in front of him.

you weren’t even thinking when you suddenly talked to him.

“himejima-san, it’s amazing. y— you can easily navigate through this forest.” you complimented, realizing in the middle of the sentence that your mouth was speaking your mind, but just decided to follow through.

“mhm. i have a hearing that i enhanced in order to live normally in this world.” he answered, without stopping his feet. “you seemed to have hesitated in continuing your sentence. i can hear that you didn’t mean to say those words out loud.” he added.

he has good hearing, he said? maybe he’s using it like echolocation? or is it really echolocation?

he suddenly stopped walking that alerted you. 

you immediately went into a fighting stance, ready to cut up every single of those sickening creatures that might show up out of nowhere.

“a single thought of a demon makes your thoughts in disarray. your hatred for them is reflecting with your every move, yet it’s holding you back at the same time.” himejima blurted out, not moving an inch from where he was.

“what?” you asked him, with an annoyed face.

“(y/n),” he turned his body halfway and faced you. “your hatred for them is holding you back.”

his words strike a nerve in you. you knew he wouldn’t be able to see your offended face, so you had to use your words.

“i’m sorry, himejime-san, but what do you know about me and the things that i experienced? you’re being extremely rude for our first work together, don’t you think?” you refuted, releasing your hold on your katana grip.

she’s upset. himejima noted in his mind.

“i’m sorry for that. i didn’t mean to upset you.” he apologized.

you were still a bit offended by what he said, but knowing that you can’t move freely in this darkness and he can, you knew arguing with him is not the wisest thing to do.

“i see.” you replied and looked away.

he smiled. he knew it wasn’t a genuine reply from you, but he was at fault here, so didn’t pried more.

he continued walking to where he could feel the presence of the demons.

he also realized that should’ve chosen a friendlier topic to strike up the conversation. he didn’t want to make the first collaboration with the hashira that he’s most interested in awkward, so he tried continuing the talk.

and he did so lousily by mentioning that insight he had about you being hateful to the demons.

after the first time he ever heard her talking to the cat, he was always praying that his crow would not come to him and report that this fellow hashira died in the middle of completing a mission. 

especially when you said those words to the cat, he felt like he needed to always keep a close look at you or else you could lose yourself.

it might’ve been just imagination and self-interpretation, but still. still, he was joyful when you attended the monthly meeting of hashiras for the sixth consecutive time.

he then remembered something kanae told him last meeting.

“how are your tsugukos doing?” he asked, hoping that this time it’s the right topic.

“my tsugukos?” you repeated.

he was right on the target. he could hear how your heart skips a beat with excitement when he mentions them. it was like you forgot that you were angry at him in the first place.

she must’ve cherished them so much.

“mhm. tell me about them.” he replied, smiling while walking straight.

huh? what kind of information does he want me to tell them? uhh…

“they said they want me to bring some dangos on my way home again. i bought them some yesterday and they really liked it.” you revealed.

“yeah. dangos are delicious.” he replied briefly.

“...” 

is that what he wanted to hear or not? why isn’t he saying something?

walking in complete awkwardness, you decided to talk more about your disciples.

“well, you see. my youngest one is still training his swordsmanship, but i can definitely tell. he’ll be a much greater swordsman than i am. he told me he’ll wait until he’s 15 years old and then participate in the final selection. my oldest one is just waiting for the final selection to happen. he’s a great swordsman too, but his quick decision thinking and ability to apply them into action is his edge— ah.” you suddenly realized how much you were talking and got carried away. “sorry, i said too much.” you continued.

“no, i don’t mind.” he comforted you. 

“oh, thank you.”

the walk was a bit quiet for a moment. himejima was contemplating whether it’s good to bring up something he noticed, or just let the conversation end there.

he risked it.

“but, when you mention the final selection. i can hear you’re a bit worried.” he said, hoping that you won’t get mad again.

instead, he heard your chuckles.

“your acute hearing sure is a bad match-up for those who want to keep their secrets, aren’t they?” you laughed.

“you’re right. i was the one who trained them and refined them to be the greatest swordsman that they could. but, deep in my heart… i’m always thinking twice whether to let them participate there or not. the exam is dangerous. unless you’re ready to give everything you got and throw everything away at the same time, you won’t survive there. i know it well because i experienced it too with my friend. she was the only reason i managed to endure those grueling seven days. if it wasn’t for her, i would’ve given up right on the first day.” you babbled.

his short hums and nods tell you that he was listening intently to all of it.

“i know my two students are different from me. they’re not the type to give up on the first day, but i still can’t help but to get worried. i’m scared that they won’t be back on the morning of the eighth day. but, i also don’t want to stop them from their ambitions. i also want them to achieve their dreams and reach their goals, so i won’t stop them. i’ll protect them until they reach it. i know they’ll make me proud, just like how i am proud of them.” you finished with a smile on your face, thinking about the moment when you welcomed them back once they passed the exam.

you look up at himejima and he was looking back at you with a smile, even though you can only see white in his eyes, you know his smile is pure and genuine.

“i’m sure they are also proud to have you as their teacher.” he replied.

your eyes widened as you felt your chest get excited.

“r-really?” you sheepishly said as you looked away.

you know he couldn’t see your face getting pink, but you just can’t help it. 

why is he smiling so softly like that? i’ve never seen him even crack a smile before. it’s weird that i’ve seen this guy cry first and smile next.

preoccupied with your thoughts, you suddenly bumped on his muscular back when you didn’t notice that he suddenly stopped walking.

“there’s a demon coming.” he announced.

alerted, you immediately grabbed your sword. you took your fighting stance ready to face any demon that may come from any direction.

“behind.” himejima uttered, which you quickly responded to.

“got it.” 

you quickly turned around and found a demon lurking up a tree. once he made eye contact with you, he immediately jumped at you.

“whoo! another female with that clothes! i’m so lucky these days! keep coming!” he shouted as he tried to slash you with his sharp claws.

you kept your stance.

once he entered your reach, you drew your blade and used your breathing. 

the water breathing was originally your style, but as time passes you upgraded and turned it to ice breathing. you’re still rough around the edges as sometimes, your body subconsciously uses one of the techniques from the water breathing.

you managed to finish him off with one technique. his body plops on the ground, while his head tumbled next to a tree.

“huh?” he muttered, failing to realize that he had been beheaded. 

he watched as his body slowly turned into ashes. his eyes enlarged, his teeth grinding against each other. he moved his focus to the two hashiras talking.

“your breathing is indeed fascinating. it’s promising.” himejima praised.

“thank you so much. i’m still getting used to it, but i’m working hard on it.” you replied, putting back your sword into its hilt.

“i look forward to it, (y/n). i hope i’ll be there when you finally master that intriguing breathing.” he said and was about to start walking deeper into the woods.

the two heard the demon who's in the middle of incineration, growling his words towards you.

“argh! damn! i can't believe i got beheaded by this mere woman! die!” he uttered, the veins in his eyes almost popping from anger.

you looked down on his head and stared at him with a disgusted face.

“this mere woman didn't even break a sweat in beheading you.” you said, “hurry up and die, demon.”

just conversing with this creature makes your skin crawl with revolt. you turned your head in front and was about to take a walk, when he said something that grabbed your attention.

“ugh! kokumo-sama’s waiting for my hunt tonight!” he intoned, looking desperate and scared. “he’s going to kill me if i don’t present him something! he’ll get mad and report me to that guy!” he added.

huh? ‘kokumo’? did i hear that right?

suddenly, himejima felt it again. the same sound coming from your heart that he heard when he saw you tonight.

he turned around to see you, frozen with a shocked look on your face.

you turned your heel to the demon, walking to him without wasting any time. you grabbed his rough hair and pulled it up until his eyes were on the same level as yours.

“now… what did you just say…? who’s waiting for your hunt…?” your words, chopped yet firm. 

you never broke eye contact with him. your orbs are staring at him as if you could see even his past life as a human.

this demon was on the verge of mental breakdown, scared that he might be killed for not offering a human flesh but then realized that dying would mean he’ll be free from the fear from both kokumo and that guy, kibutsuji.

he thought that even with all the humans he killed and ate, he’s given the chance to have a peaceful passing on.

yet, here you are. glaring at him with such cold and hateful eyes. 

he felt shivers down his spine, even though it’s decapitated already. even kokumo never looked at him with this much spite.

“i— i…” he stutters, “k… kokumo…” he finally answers.

“red haori.” you said, he nodded.

“vertical line marks from his eyes downwards...” he nodded.

“... lower rank 5.” 

he shook his head sideways.

“no… lower rank… 2… now…” he corrected you. 

you were right.

not only were he still alive, he even advanced in ranks. he moved up to the position of the demon that you killed with your best friend.

you stood up, still carrying his head in your hand. you raised your arms and asked him.

“where is he?” you questioned.

you completely ignored himejima’s presence. you didn’t have time to think about him while your reopened deep abomination towards that particular demon.

the incineration reached the demon’s jaw and mouth that he couldn’t answer your question. you looked at his body and saw that hands had turned into ashes already.

“damn! use your goddamn eyes and tell me where he is!” you shouted and grabbed his face with your other hand.

“where is he?!” himejima was surprised, not only by the volume, but with the shakiness driven by hate in your voice. he walked to you and held you by your shoulder. only to be brushed off by you almost immediately.

“tell me where he is!” you shouted again to the demon with trembling eyes.

finally, he moved his eyes. he looked over your shoulder, 5 o’ clock from your position.

without wasting any moment, you threw his head away and started running to where he told that demon was.

with no choice left, himejima decided to follow you. 

he knew you couldn’t see that much in this darkness and he was right. you stumbled, tripped and everything, but you never stopped running. you will not until you find that demon.

earlier, he noted how the sound your body emits was in disarray. just like how it is every time he meets you. he thought chanting a calming prayer for you would work, but he knows it’s only temporary.

every time a demon enters your mind, you immediately feel hate and repulsion. your hatred for them is so deep and it was engraved in every cell.

you were not the type to talk about your past, so kocho couldn’t tell much to him about what happened to you that made you hate demons this much. 

sure, everyone in the corps despised them too. but, he wanted to know the reason for your feelings. that must’ve been the reason why he’s always watching over you and searching for your presence during the monthly meetings.

though, now’s not the time to ask for the reason.

right now, he can hear how disturbed your mind is. your breaths are short and fast. you're so focused on reaching the destination, that you couldn’t hear him calling for you.

“(y/n), slow—” before he could even finish what he was saying, you stopped running.

he tried to feel his surroundings. he’s sure that there is a demon close by, maybe the reason why you stopped.

meanwhile, your eyes narrowed in annoyance. in front of you is a demon who’s out to hunt, not the person you’re looking for.

you unsheathed your sword and immediately pounced on her. 

“don’t get in my way!” you screamed while running towards her and slashing her neck. 

not even sparing her decapitated body a glance, you continued running forward. himejima was calling for your name multiple times while still following your trails, yet it never reaches your ears.

i’m going to kill him!

i’m going to kill him!

that demon who took my father’s life!

these thoughts filled your mind while running past trees.

you’ve met with three more demons, but it only added to your exasperation seeing that they’re not the demon you wanted to see.

it’s actually not just three. himejima fought demons that were coming from different directions. you were so focused in front of you that you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings except for what's ahead of you.

during your interaction with the last demon, there were a lot of demons. himejima got so tangled up in defeating every last one of them, that he just saw you back still running straight in that direction.

he had no choice but to leave your side for a while, even if it put his heart in a nervous state. 

he wanted to protect you, not because he thinks you're weak and does not have the ability to protect yourself, but because right now, you’re in a complete mess. he’s afraid you might not make a sound decision because of your emotion and then find you lifeless there.

with the amount of his co-slayers dying left and right, the thought of you dying is what he hates the most.

he doesn’t understand it too, but maybe the excitement and him looking forward to every monthly report meeting and, especially, the giddy feeling he felt when you arrived tonight and he realized that you two will work together is connected to it.

yet, here you are, you ran and ran, until you reached a spot where a huge boulder was in the middle of the trees.

there, a demon was sitting on top of the rock. sitting cozily there while around him was a pile of human flesh, probably from other demons that offered him their hunt in order to not be killed.

red haori…

vertical lines from his eyes downwards…

and…

lower rank 2…

ahh… 

suddenly, it’s all coming back to me.

“(y/n), run! i’ll distract him!” “what are you doing? i told you to run!” “this is not the time to be stubborn, (y/n)! run!” “huh? your legs?” “please, just bear with it for a while and run!” “okay, thank you for listening one last time…”

the demon notices your presence. he looked down and saw a demon slayer catching up to her breath and looking rather nastily towards him.

“now, now…” he muttered, changing his position and leaning forward. “it’s been a while since i’ve seen an alive human here that’s not an offering.” 

i’m going to kill this disgusting trash. you thought as you went and jumped close to him without even thinking.

naturally, he managed to read your move and kicked you on your stomach. your body came flying back, earning you a few scratches and small open wounds.

you struggled to stand up as you held your sword firmly and looked at him. 

he stood up too and effortlessly jumped down the boulder. he took his time walking close to where you were.

you stayed on your feet, glaring and pointing your blade at him.

“you did well managing to come here without serious injury—” he suddenly halted his movements and took a good look at your face. “well, well. i might be wrong, but we’ve met before, right?”

you narrowed your eyes.

he then laughed maniacally.

“a few years ago, a parent and his child were peacefully living in a small house.” he started to narrate. 

“when one night, a demon arrived and ruined their lives!” his hands were moving in the air in a dramatic way, along with his facial expression.

“but! he was a devoted father! he doesn’t want to lose another one of his family, just like what happened with his wife…” he continued, yet this caught your attention.

how…?

“that’s why he had to distract the demon while his injured daughter ran away.” he glanced at you and smirked.

“he was left alone with the demon without knowing he was the demon’s real target! your father’s a marechi after all!” he revealed. 

you widened your eyes, promptly you went and attacked him with one of your breathing forms.

but, he was able to deflect it.

of course, he’s not like those demons you killed on your way here. this guy is at the top of the chain here. what’s more is that he’s second rank in the lower moon.

“how did you know about my mother going missing?” you asked him.

he tilted his head in confusion and sighed.

“gosh… you’re not that good up here, are you?” he said, pointing to his temple. looking at you with a pitiful expression.

“what?!” you refuted, burrowing your brows together. 

“how did i learn about it? who else would know but the victim themselves, witnesses and… the culprit.” he grinned widely.

“i mistook your mother as the one who had a marechi blood, but when i came back the next evening. it turned out that you moved somewhere else to look for your missing mother that was already in my stomach! hahaha! thankfully, i was able to find your father again. i didn’t care about you, so that was the only reason you’re still alive right now.”

your sight almost turned blurry.

she wasn’t missing nor did she run away because she got tired of living a poor life. it was this thing in front of you who took her away from you and your father.

my mother…

my father…

this demon took my family from me…

i’m going to kill him.

i’m going to kill him!

your body moved on its own. you closed your distance and tried to cut his neck, but to no avail. you failed to cut him down, because he hardened his neck.

your blade and his hard body exchanged blows. yet, it seems like you’re the only one taking the damage.

your attacks, though surely were supposed to be strong, were affected by your rapid and reckless spontaneous decision. it was erratic and weaker in force.

but, that didn’t mean he would hold back with his attack against you.

in such a short time, not even five minutes passed, you were covered with bruises and injuries. not that you had even the smallest amount of attention to look at it.

as you were blown away by his punch, you immediately got on your feet and tried to unleash another technique. 

he must admit that even though it’s evident that you’re not thinking straight, your attacks are still affecting him. 

until, he chanted the words ‘blood demon art’.

ah… that’s right, he still hasn’t used it. even though i’m beat up already. but, i can’t stop my body.

i don’t want to stop.

the only thing on my mind is wanting to see his head separated from his body.

i want to avenge my parents.

i don’t care if i wound up dead, as long as i manage to do it.

“blood demon art: countless projectiles.” he said and numerous long, black lines like the ones on his came appeared.

they moved towards you at an unbelievable speed.

nevertheless, your body was on auto-pilot. you still moved forward and still wanted to cut his head.

i don’t care anymore.

“(y/n)!” 

suddenly, himejima appeared in front of you deflecting all the attacks coming at you. somehow, it irked you.

“heh… someone capable arrived.” kokumo muttered, smirking.

“please move aside, himejima-san. i’ll kill that demon myself. don’t get in my way.” you claimed and stepped forward.

himejima tried to analyze your condition.

you were breathing heavily and it seems like every inhale is hard to do. he could hear the faint gushing sound of your blood coming out of every wound you have.

“i’m sorry, there were a lot more demons here than i thought and they stalled me.” he explained, but you didn’t respond.

“(y/n), i’ll take it from here—” 

“i said i’ll kill that demon myself!” you turned your head to him, glaring at his face. “i don’t care if i die as long as he dies too!”

before he could even reply to you, you took off and charged at kokumo one more time.

kokumo released another attack, with nothing but death on the demon in front of you in your mind, you failed to recognize his plan.

you were surrounded by almost infinite numbers of projectiles. there’s no way you could dodge all of them.

“die!” kokumo exclaimed proudly.

i’m done.

you closed your eyes to brace yourself on getting punctured by the projectiles, but it never came. 

you decided to open your eyes and found kokumo turning around as he just realized where you were. you looked up and saw himejima and his side profile as he carried you in a bridal style. he set you down and leaned your back on the boulder’s surface.

he managed to cancel his attacks in such a short time. you thought as he wiped some of the blood on your face. you wondered how he knew there was blood on your face, but you can’t question him about something like that right now.

“why are you throwing your life away so easily like that?” he said under his breath, you almost didn’t hear him. he looked rather sad rather than upset.

“it’s my life. i’ll decide when i’m throwing my life away or not.” you replied and looked at kokumo who’s getting more irritated that he’s having a hard time already with you and now someone who’s a lot stronger came. “and right now, i’m willing to throw it away as long as i kill that bastard.” you added. 

you were about to stand up once again when you saw kokumo pounce on where you two were, but himejima stopped you. 

“stone breathing second form: upper smash.” he attacked. 

he managed to hit kokumo when he threw his spiked flail upwards and pulled the chain rapidly to create a force once it hit its target. he also threw his axe and was able to cut deep through his left chest across his right chest. this caused kokumo to jump backwards as he heals himself from wounds that the spikes gave him.

“don’t get in my way, himejima-san! i’ll be the one killing him!” you shouted as you shakily stood up. using your hand by holding on to the boulder to balance your body, while your other hand is still firmly held on your sword.

himejima didn’t say anything, he didn’t look back at you. the sound of his chains getting dragged back to him was the prominent sound that you heard at that moment.

“do you not treasure your life?” he asked.

why does he keep getting in my way and asking me that? i already told him earlier that he doesn’t know anything about what i experienced and leave me alone!

fine!

“my family has been killed by that guy. my best friend was also killed by the former lower rank 2. i’ve been left alone because of these demons and you’re asking me if i treasure my life?!” you snapped at him, not noticing how your tears gathered around your eyes.

“everyone that i cherished has been killed and taken away from me already! i don’t care anymore! i don’t want—” your tears have started falling.

your emotions pouring out like an overfilled cup, but his next question left you speechless.

“aren’t your tsugukos waiting for the dangos?” he uttered, shifting his body to you.

“huh?”

it seems like your world has stopped spinning. you stood there silently with wide eyes.

my tsugukos…

akiro… kenji…

“master, this dango’s really delicious!” “you should try some, master!” “hey! kenji! that’s mine!” “eh? master wanted to eat some too!” “why would you get it from me then?” “i already ate all of mine. i can give this to master, right, ‘akiro-niisan’?” “tsk. go ahead. just know it’s not because you called me ‘nii-san’.” “yeah, yeah.”

“master, please be careful on your mission today!” “get back to us in one piece. i’ll take care of kenji here, so don’t worry.” “and, please bring some dango again, hehe!”

your knees suddenly gave up, you sat on the ground, staring at the bracelet that they both made for you. they jokingly said that it will protect you because they made it, but still you wore it. because of the same reason. 

they made it. for you.

kokumo finished healing himself and tried to use his projectiles again, but himejima, before kokumo finished his attack, flung his chain and chopped one of kokumo’s legs. he fell down and hid himself using a fort that he built with his blood demon art right there and then. at least, himejima knew that he wouldn't run away.

“you said…” himejima started. you raised your head and looked at him with blurry eyes caused by tears. “...that you’ll protect them until they achieve their goals and dreams.” 

you shook your head in denial, wanting to refute what he was about to say but no words came out of your lips. 

the picture of akiro and kenji seeing your crow arrive and thinking you’re back. but, then breaking down in tears once they’ve heard your passing kept replaying in your mind.

“are you going to throw away your life knowing your students are waiting patiently for your return and they welcome you back like always?” he asked, grabbing the chance that kokumo is hiding himself and walked to you.

he kneeled down on his one foot in front of you.

“no! no!” you finally spoke, bawling. you grabbed ahold of his green haori and looked up at him. 

“i don’t want them to suffer! i don’t want them to feel hurt again! i don’t want them to be abandoned yet again! they’re finally happy and smiling! i don’t want to see them crying again! they’re my only salvation left here in this world! i don’t want them to be left again.” you sobbed as you snuggled your face on his chest.

his large hands landed on your hair and back, pushing you closer to him providing you comfort and ease.

but, the picture of them crying wasn't leaving your mind.

i’m sorry… i’m sorry… i’m not going to throw my life carelessly anymore… 

i’ll be home later with the dangos that you two wanted, so wait for me.

you pulled away from him and wiped your face. you were still sniffing, but you were sure it wouldn’t be in the way of your breathing technique.

“i’m fine now.” you told him and he just nodded.

he stood up and stepped backwards. you looked at him when you saw him do that. you glanced at him with a confused look.

“i won’t get in your way anymore.” he said with a small smile.

“why?” you questioned, not understanding why now.

“i’m not hearing that your mind is in disarray anymore. you can do it.” he encouraged and clasped his hand together again.

you smiled.

i see. so that’s why…

you looked at kokumo, he just removed the fort he made. with an enraged face, he chanted his art technique yet again.

but, you didn’t care. not even when you’re injured and full of wounds. you closed your distance with him. when you calculated the right distance, you stopped walking.

originally, my ice breathing had only four forms. it’s a breathing that only i used, so it’s hard to make forms. 

but, i have this attack in my mind. i never executed it, even in practice, but i’m getting a feeling that i can do it.

“ice breathing fifth form: complete stillness”

it was a technique that makes the surroundings around you, with a certain distance, frozen. this makes them immobilized for three seconds.

but those three seconds are just what you need.

i’m sorry, my dear best friend, mom, and dad. 

i always thought that once i kill this guy, i’ll join you there. but, it seems like i won’t be able to now.

you see, i have two children looking forward to my return.

i’m sorry and thank you for being my will to live. i’ve found another reason to continue living too.

kokumo’s head rolled on the ground and his body soon fell over, but just as you. the exhaustion finally caught up to you. 

the difference between your body and kokumo’s is that his body fell flat on the dirty soil, while yours was immediately caught by himejima, carrying your body in a bridal style yet again.

you tried to open your eyes, you barely managed to. when you saw himejima’s face, you smiled brightly.

“himejima-san…” you called with half-lidded orbs.

“hm?” he hummed, gazing down at you. after he checked that kokumo’s body had started turning into ashes, he started walking out of the forest.

“i killed him… without dying…” you said proudly.

“you’re right. i’m relieved we’re going out of this forest both alive. you did so well. i’m proud of you.” he complimented without skipping a beat.

something did skip a beat and it’s your heart. hearing his genuine compliment and relief, puts a blush on your cheeks even though your body is so tired.

what’s more is that you’re worried that his acute hearing caught that.

ugh, so embarrassing. i’ll just pretend to be asleep.

you rested your head on his shoulder and tried to make it seem like you’ve fallen asleep.

cute. himejima chuckled silently.

…

“master?” akiro uttered confusedly.

it was already dawn and they were both up. kenji heard what he said and excitedly went to the door to welcome you. 

“eh?” he said, just as confused as the other boy.

himejima-san??? 

you still had your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, but this time out of embarrassment.

i didn’t think he would walk me back to my house while carrying me!

please put me down!

but, i can’t say it!

people are staring!

you peeked and tried to look if you were close to your house already. your crow did the work of guiding him to where your residence is, because you realized he’s going to carry you, so you hid your face.

you saw akiro and kenji on the front door with confused looks on their faces.

“h-himejima-san, we’re close to my house already, so you can put me down already. i’ll walk on my own now—” 

“no. you hurt your feet in the fight, you’re not supposed to be walking.” he cut you off and continued walking. 

he heard a conversation about their ‘master’, so he knew what direction he would be going.

he stopped right in front of them, looming over the two children with his enormous height. they were obviously frightened.

“p-please give us back our master.” akiro asked.

“what did you do to our master?!” kenji interrogated, while akira shielded him securely behind him.

akiro examined the man carrying you and noticed that he was wearing the same uniform as yours and his golden buttons.

you tapped on himejima’s back, signaling him to let you down. finally putting you down carefully, supporting your back as you get on your feet.

you looked over to akiro and kenji and smiled.

they were still confused, but slowly made their way to you. 

you kneeled down. for their ages, they’re quite tall, making you gaze up at them. you opened your arms and pulled them into an embrace.

“i’m home…” you whispered, hugging them even tighter.

the two children were surprised, you’ve come home from missions, easy and perilous missions, but you never came home in this manner.

akiro was about to ask what happened when he heard you sniffle. he worriedly peeked at the younger one and was about to ask if he knew what’s happening, only to see him bawling already.

“wahhh! why are you crying, master?” he cried, snuggling his face on your clothes.

“mhm-mm.” you shook your head. you withdrew from the hug, but kenji didn’t want to let go, that’s why he continued hugging you. 

“nothing. i’m just happy i was able to come back home.” you answered him, caressing his head.

you looked at akiro and put your hand over his cheeks lightly.

“akiro, where’s my ‘welcome back’?” you asked, chuckling softly.

he doesn’t understand it. 

the reason why you came home crying, why you’re doing this, and why you’re being like this.

he doesn’t understand why it makes him feel relieved that you look like you’ve finally lifted off of the heavy weight on your back that you never talked about.

he doesn’t understand why you’re looking at them like your world is them.

he doesn’t understand why he feels so overwhelmed seeing you like this when he doesn’t even understand anything.

yet, he can’t stop his tears as you wait for him and stare at him tenderly.

“w… welcome back, master.” he welcomed finally as he nestled himself next to his brother.

you looked behind and met himejima, crying as usual, as he listened to the three of you.

“himejima-san. thank you for making me realize i have something to protect.” you thanked him, smiling and hoping he could hear your genuine grateful feelings.

he smiled, though tears continued flowing.

“no…” he replied smiling and suddenly remembered something.

“more importantly,” he lifted his hands and you laughed. 

akiro and kenji looked up while wiping their tears and they suddenly lit up. 

“shall we eat this now?” he raised the bag on his hands and inside are dangos that are waiting to be consumed.

“dango!” the two boys said in unison.

kenji ran to him and himejima gave him the bag. the boy happily cheered, completely forgetting how scared he was by the person in front of him earlier. himejima just ruffled his hair and kenji pulled him by his fingers to come inside the estate.

akiro helped you get up, you limped while walking and accidentally let out a hiss in pain. until, himejima once again carried you.

“himejima-san! i’m fine! oh gosh…” you said to him.

he raised his brow in confusion.

“you’re obviously not.” he muttered matter-of-factly.

“akiro—” you were about to say to akiro that you can just ask akiro to support you while walking, but the kid was not there anymore.

you looked at the front and he was there with kenji, who was delighted by the dango, and akira was giving you a teasing look.

that kid!

ugh… it’s so embarrassing!

it’s even more embarrassing knowing he can surely hear how fast my heart is thumping right now!

“me too…” he suddenly spoke.

you glanced up at him.

“thank you.” he thanked you.

“huh? why? i didn’t do anything though…” you were muddled by what he’s saying.

the corner of his lips moving upwards, it’s not visible but from your position, it’s easy to point out.

“i also realized that i have someone to protect outside of my responsibility as a demon slayer.” he said.

“huh?” i did that? “when did i—”

“for the next hashira meeting next week, i’m hoping for your presence there in a full condition.” he said while he set you down on the tatami floor.

akiro and kenji went to get silverwares to eat the dangos, leaving both of you alone in the living room.

“i’ll try my best to recover fast.” you promised, looking at all your wounds and injuries that were already aided by the kakushis, that you didn’t hear what he whispered.

“...say it to you.” were the only words you caught.

“what was that?” you asked him, but akiro and kenji came back from the kitchen.

“let’s eat this now before it gets chewy.” he redirected your attention.

he sat in front of you while akira occupied the left side of the table and kenji did for the right side.

the boys started eating and exclaimed how delicious it was. you decided to eat some too, picking up one stick and gently taking a bite.

himejima silently listened to all of you enjoying the taste of the sweet. he smiled as he focused on your voice.

“please eat up, himejima-san.” you offered him, reaching for another stick and gave it to him. “it’s really delicious.”

“i see. i’ll try some too, then.” he said and took a bite. “it really is delicious.”

“see!” you chuckled.

it made him smile and thought to himself.

‘during those seven days before the meeting, i’ll be sure that what i’m feeling is much more than wanting to reason for your hatred for demons. so, please be there when i finally get the courage to say it to you.’, that's what i said earlier, but now i’m certain.

it wasn’t a kind of worry you will have for your colleague.

i wasn’t familiar with this feeling, so i thought it was just normal.

i’ll just pray she’ll accept my feelings.

‘(y/n), i know you don’t need protection. you’re strong after all. i’ll still promise that i'll always protect you and those who are precious to you.’

i want to say that to you.

but, not now.

you’ve just realized that witnessing these two precious boys' growth are worth living for and you should only be focusing on that for now.

“i look forward to that day.” he muttered to himself and took another bite.

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[slyblonder]

Sweet Treat

Friends w/ benefits!Mark x GN!Reader

(reader has afab anatomy)

word count : 0.7k

“Wheres my treat?” “Your what?”

You and Mark have been friends for a little over two years, but only friends with benefits for about 6 months. This all came into agreement after a very wine drunk, slightly stoned,bored mentality. You were attractive. Mark was attractive(and big). What’s the worst that could happen you thought and agreed.

You hate to ring your own bell but the dick is AMAZING. Going into this you would’ve never guessed Mark would have the stamina he did. Especially with being on the bigger side than most, he’d manhandle you with ease. Yeah you were gonna keep this going for as long as you possibly could. “If you keep doing that I’ll cum again… I-I can’t anymore.” You were practically shaking,overstimulated,and a sobbing mess as mark ate you out. He was too pussy drunk to care about your pleads to stop, taking in your sweet taste as if it was his last. His fingers quickly replaced his tongue as he looked up at you, smiling as how broken you looked. “Then cum baby, let loose for me.” Thats all you needed to hear for that band to snap, letting out the most erotic moan either of you have ever heard.

You both lied there holding one another as you tried to recover, shaking a little every now and then which definitely earned a small chuckle from Mark. “Dude I’ve never heard you moan like that before, it was pretty hot honestly.” You looked up at him with a joking blank stare not wanting to give him any satisfaction. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Plus I literally just stopped shaking, please give me like an hour before you get horny again.” You let out a small laugh and pat his chest before sitting up a bit and stretching. “I need to start getting ready for this event though. If I’m late there’s no doubt Chenle will kill me.” Standing up and tossing on whoever’s hoodie was at the edge of the bed, you noticed Mark staring at you blankly but not how you did earlier. This boy was truly perplexed.

“Where’s my treat?” “What treat?” Upon first glance you would’ve thought Mark just got told Justin Bieber quit music. He looked down heartbroken and couldn’t believe what he just heard. You like sweet treats and sharing them with people so you keep small bowls of different candies,chocolates, and other similar things in several areas of your home. Since Mark has been over so often, the bowl in your room had ran out and you never refilled it. After you both were done exploring each other you gave him one. Everytime. You basically trained and conditioned him. By accident at that. “Oh sweetie…thats-“ You couldn’t help but laugh and leave the room and come back with a melon candy. “Here you go baby.” Watching his face soften to a small pout was too cute for you to bear. “I thought I didn’t do a good job so you weren’t giving me a treat. Wait do you give other guys one too when they’re done if they do a good job? Did I do a good job? Wait are there othe-.”Before he could finish his list of questions you laughed and shook your head as you moved to sit across from him.

“You just fucked me, came in me, the ate me out until I came 3 times. I think you did more than a good job baby. And no there is no other guys, You have more than enough for me.” You watched as he listened and began to unwrap the candy. “Isn’t this like positive reinforcement like they use on dogs? oh my god you're treating me like a dog.””You know I do question what goes on in your head sometimes. No I’m not treating you like a dog, I just like sharing sweet treats with you.” You looked over at the bowl on your dresser and nodded towards it. “You finished that in a month. You’re here very often.” Mark looked over at the bowl and grew shy, he really was over often but he truly loves being in your presence. He does like you after all but you don’t need to know that right now. His eyes flickered down to your lips, suddenly growing a strong urge to kiss you.

“Let me share my sweet treat then.”

©️slyblonder

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[mrs-kodzuken]

Self care w/ me & you & you ♡

Pairing: Haijme Iwaizumi x fem!reader x Tōru Oikawa

WC: 1.3k

Genre: fluff, so much fluff

CW: fem!reader, poly relationship, self care night with iwa & kawa, kissing, slight cursing

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"A what?"

A loud gasp was heard from the one and only Tōru Oikawa.

"Iwa-chan! Are you serious? Haven't you ever heard of a lover's self-care night? Oh Y/n-chan! Our relationship is failing!" Oikawa dramatically sobbed on my shoulder.

"To be fair, it really isn't something that's heard of a lot, Oikawa." I tried to reason with him as Iwaizumi scoffed and kicked a pebble that was in his way of walking.

"But if you truly want to, then I'll do it, and so will Iwajime." I smiled at them both, which got me a cheer from Oikawa and a gruff remark from Iwa to Tōru.

"You guys are such little kids. Go and change already; I'm going to go get everything ready. This sleepover is at my house, correct?" I got a thumbs up from Oikawa.

"Alright, see you guys there!" I waved them off, but not before snatching Hajime's volleyball jacket from him and blowing an air kiss to him.

Being in a poly relationship with those boys is pretty hectic most of the time. It's like taking care of two children and making sure they do not kill each other at the same time.

But nevertheless, I still love those crackheads. I still remember when we all got together; Oikawa had actually tried to get Iwaizumi and me together, even though he liked the both of us.

He just wanted his best friend to be happy, even if he couldn't have his happiness.

Reminiscing about that always makes my heart flutter with endearment. When I confessed that I was actually infatuated with the both of them, it was as if I was elated in that moment.

And ever since then, we've been in a heavenly correlation.

I broke away from my relentless thoughts as I headed up the stairs towards my room after telling my parents that they were coming over this weekend.

To be honest, I wasn't really sure what Oikawa meant by 'a lovers self-care night' but I do know that it's probably going to have to deal with facial care and things like that.

Gathering skin care, blankets, snacks, and movies is definitely some type of workout, and I should get an award for it. I slumped myself onto my bed and caught my breath.

I wasn't really into doing anything, so I definitely have low stamina.

The finished product looked way better. I made a huge fort in the middle of my bedroom, and inside are my portable projector for movies, string lights that I hung up, and bowls of snacks for us to eat.

All that was basically missing were my boyfriends, dinner, and a shower. I grabbed my phone and quickly ordered two boxes of pizza.

I didn't have a clue why I was so frantic about this whole ordeal.

Possibly because Oikawa always has everything planned out cautiously. Which is one of his positive skills that also contributes to him being a great partner.

After the pizza had come, I decided to go ahead and take my shower before they got here. I'm pretty sure that Oikawa is going to show up in his alien onesie that I bought him for his birthday.

It's covered head to toe with lots of small alien heads on it, and at the hood, it's green with the aliens eyes and mouth.

Soon, when I was finished with my shower, I put on a new set of pajamas that I had randomly bought.

Its fabric is really soft and has crescent moons, silver small stars, and gold stars, with random dots here and there splattered all over it. I absolutely love it; it fits right in with my love for astrology.

As soon as I pressed the last button from my top, the doorbell rang, signaling that Iwaizumi and Oikawa were here. I quickly rushed down the flight of stairs, almost tripping on a few, and opened the front door.

"Hey guys, come in. I've already set everything up for tonight." I explained as they followed me slowly up the stairs to my room.

"You shouldn't have been in such a hurry to open the door; you could have fallen and hurt yourself, Y/n." Iwaizumi assertively said this to me with a pointed look.

"I know, I know. I'm just excited." I answered sheepishly.

"Baby, we could hear you from outside; trust me, we weren't going anywhere." I mean, who would pass up seeing a face as beautiful as mine?" Obviously Oikawa said.

"Me," Hajime answered, "Yeah, definitely me too." I agreed with him, which made Oikawa pout and turn away from us.

"What do you say? You want to run away without Oikawa?" Iwa joked to me, "Why yes, of course, it's not like we're all in a relationship and love each other unconditionally or anything." I sarcastically agreed with him once again.

"If this is your way of saying you're sorry, then I accept it." Tōru said, but he still had a pout on his face.

I gave Hajime a look, as if telling him it's his turn to kiss Oikawa for when he gets annoying and pouty like this. He rolled his eyes, grabbed Oikawa's right hand, and yanked him down a bit for a kiss.

When he pulled away, his cheeks bloomed into a rosy pink tint, as did Tōru's.

I smiled wide when I saw them kiss. It's something that they always get nervous and flustered about.

"I see you smiling over there, Y/n. Don't think you're off the hook just yet." Iwaizumi said that and tugged my long sleeve over to them.

They both started attacking my face with kisses everywhere, built up laughter bubbled inside of me till I let it out.

"Okay! Okay! We better stop before this escalates to something unwholesome." I pulled away from their pecks and smiled at them. Tōru's face was basically saying, 'Can we please let it escalate?'

I glared at him for having indecent thoughts and engulfed myself in Iwa's arms.

"Oh Iwa! Save me! Oikawa is thinking unholy thoughts!" I cried.

"Shittykawa, quit being nasty." Iwaizumi hit him on the arm, and I finally took time to look at his pajamas.

They were, of course, godzilla, but it was a long-sleeved black shirt with a manga page of godzilla on it in the middle. His bottoms were black and white plaid PJ pants.

"Alrighty, so I've got facemasks, nail polishes, a pillow fort, snacks, and movies." I said, clapping my hands together.

"Ooh! I want to do my nails and a facemask." Oikawa almost jumped at the thought of getting his nails done.

"Okay, anything you would want to do, Iwa?" I giggled at Toru's childishness.

"No, you two go do that. I'll turn on a movie," he said, turning around.

"If you say so, baby, alright, Tōru, let's get this facemask on you." I turned around and faced him, but he already had one out and prepped his nails, ready for me to paint them.

"Kawa, you're so cute," I complemented while getting my green nail polish out and painting little aliens on his nails.

When they were dry and his facemask was off, we found Iwa under the covers on his phone, waiting for us.

"Hi babes! What movie did you put in?" Oikawa asked Iwaizumi while showing him his nails.

"Shrek, I thought that you might want to see yourself on TV tonight." Iwa smiled at him as Kawa gasped.

As much as I wanted to laugh, I decided to say, "Hajime, please apologize to Tōru." I finished as I laid on Oikawa's chest while Iwa wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Sorry, honey," he said sarcastically, just in time for the movie to play. I'll never get tired of these types of nights.

Just me and my boyfriend's cuddling and watching a movie with the occasional teasing.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!

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[zombiigrll]

MOM, HELP ME PLEASE. ⋆｡°✩ carol peletier + adoptive daughter!reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 1021 ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ angst? to comfort, reader is carols adopted daughter (THIS ISNT A ROMANTIC FANFICTION I REPEAT THIS IS NOT ROMANTIC!!), use of y/n, spoilers for the walking dead 4x14, death, chasing, attempted murder, blood, injuries, fainting .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ after the fall of the prison and everyone was split up, you had found carol, tyreese, judith, mika, and lizzie. what could go wrong, huh? .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ request! <3

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⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────────────────────────────────── ever since you came to the prison after the war with woodbury, you were always drawn to carol. carol was a lot like your late mother. similar haircut, eyes, and personality.. everyone would always find you around her, no matter what she was doing. of course, she didn't mind. you reminded her a lot of her late daughter, sophia. the two of you just clicked together like a missing puzzle piece.

you were lucky enough to have been with her after everyone got separated when the prison fell. you were never the biggest fan of lizzie, despite being best friends with mika. but you knew you had to make it work. for all you knew, everyone who was at the prison was dead besides the five of you guys. you had to make sure you didn't let that go to waste. but you and lizzie would still often get into arguments.

"they're not your friends, liz!" you argued with the girl. you had just stabbed a walker in the head that was trying to kill her, and she was mad at you.

"we were playing! you killed my friend!" lizzie cried, leaning down to look at the walker that was laying dead on the flower-filled ground.

"it was about to kill you!"

"no he wasn't! and he's not an it!" lizzie spat, crying over her so-called 'friend.'

"oh my god. whatever, lizzie." you stormed back into the house.

..this was a common occurrence, even before the prison fell. hell, before you guys were even at the prison at all. lizzie was an odd child. i mean, how could you not be in this kind of world? but that was besides the point, she was trying to befriend the things that killed this world. that is truly odd.

but this day, tyreese and carol had left mika in charge while they went out to go patch the fence and get some dinner. you stayed in your room and read a random book you picked from the bookshelf. but, you heard snarling and giggling outside.

"goddammit." you mumbled, quickly closing your book and heading outside as quickly as possible.

as you stepped outside, you saw mika had already taken care of the walker out there and talking to an upset lizzie.

"lizzie. when we give them names, we're just pretending that things aren't bad, when they are. and those things," mika points to the walker on the ground. "those are bad. we can't keep pretending they're not."

"i'm not pretending." lizzie says in an eerie voice, stepping closer to mika. "i can hear them."

"they want to kill you!" mika reminded her, angry.

"they want me to change. they can make me be like them. maybe i should change." lizzie inches closer.

"...stop it."

"i can make you all understand." lizzie grabs mikas knife.

"lizzie-" mika says before being cut off by a knife in the side of her neck.

"LIZZIE!" you yelled, your voice breaking as you stepped forward, staring at what had just happened.

"i'm gonna make you all understand." lizzie repeats, looking at you.

you stepped back as lizzie stared into your eyes, walking closer.

"no, what is wrong with you?!" you sobbed.

lizzie begins running toward you, and in return you run the opposite direction, towards the woods. "we'll come back. it's not so bad!" she yelled as you guys ran through the forest.

you didn't know how to lose her. you both ran the same speed, so it was almost impossible to get her off of your trail. your lungs felt as if they were on fire and you were running out of stamina. but, thankfully, you came up with an idea. you grabbed one of the sticks off of the ground as you ran and threw it behind you, distracting her and giving you an opening to run in a different direction.

"they'll get you out there! you're gonna die either way." lizzie yelled out before walking back.

you kept running for a bit, sticks and stones scratching and stabbing the bottom of your bare feet. you quickly came to a stop after your foot had twisted in a hole in the ground, causing you to trip. you held out your hand to the tree right in front of you and carefully turned to rest your back on it, looking around to see if someone- anyone- was nearby. right as your vision started becoming fuzzy, you spotted someone in the woods, walking towards you.

"mom, help me please." you begged before your vision went completely black.

...

you began waking back up laying on the couch. as your vision started adjusting to the light, you spotted tyreese and carol talking to each other.

"i turned the corner and i heard her say 'mom, help me please.' and... and it sounded just like sophia." carol spoke to tyreese, explaining what had happened. "i don't think i've ran that fast in years."

as you processed what she had just said, you finally came to your senses and felt a sharp, aggravating pain shoot up from your ankle, causing you to wince loudly.

carol and tyreese quickly turn their heads to the sound of your voice, walking over to check on you.

"oh, good.." carol sighed in relief, happy you were awake. "how're you doing?"

"it... hurts." you mumbled, clenching your fists in pain.

"i'm sorry.." she used one of her hands to move your hair out of your face, giving you a comforting smile. "it'll be okay. we're here."

"where... where is liz?" you asked, your voice weakened. carols face dropped as she averted her eyes.

"...don't you worry about her anymore, okay?" she sighed.

you put the pieces together and nodded. "...okay."

carol put her hand on top yours comfortingly. "we got the splinters and rocks out of your foot, and we're keeping your ankle elevated. if anything feels worse, you need to let us know."

you yawned, nodding your head in response.

"get some rest now. alright? i'll make you some food when you're ready." she stood up , patting you on the shoulder. "goodnight, y/n."

"goodnight, mom."

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[daddycassie]

You Can’t Catch Me Now

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Lucy Gray Baird / Snowbaird, 1,324 words

Warnings: Guys this one isn’t for the faint of heart, probably the darkest thing I’ve written so far. Major character death, Coriolanus is insane, Lucy Gray becomes very delirious, horror elements, heartbreak(obvi), doomed snowbaird, shooting, threats, abusive/toxic relationship, I think this counts as torture, chasing, blood

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Lucy Gray sat in a bush, a little ways from the lake, covering her mouth for absolute silence. Her breath hitched, and she stifled a sob. She could hear him calling her. Her Coriolanus, shrieking. “Lucy Gray?!”

Coriolanus was unraveling, she’d seen it in his eyes. She heard it even now, in his voice. He was getting closer to Lucy Gray’s hiding place, she had to make a run for it. She sprung up from the ground like a fresh spring daisy and dashed through the trees.

“Lucy Gray!” Coriolanus saw her. “Come back! We can talk about this! I don’t wanna hurt you!” Lies, and they both knew it. Lucy Gray dived down into a deep thicket, acutely aware of the gun pointed at her back. She was small enough to make her way through the thick, closely knit plants while Coriolanus certainly wasn’t. That didn’t stop him from trying. 

Lucy Gray kept running once she was on the other side, Coriolanus frowned deeply and run off to the side to go around it. It would cost him time, which was good for her. She hardly even took a moment to worry over her torn up dress — they were both panicked. Coriolanus kept chasing. Surely Lucy Gray would tire out and slow down soon, she wasn’t big or strong, she wasn’t like him. She couldn’t outrun him.

But Lucy Gray was stronger then that, she had stamina. She didn’t stop. It took Coriolanus a few more seconds to realize at the rate they were going at Lucy Gray would escape. He doesn’t stop running as he raises his rifle. A warning shot, perhaps right by her side would stop her. Just a warning, a bullet to the air. He wouldn’t shoot his love.

Lucy Gray paused briefly at a hillside when she felt a burning sensation in her back. At first it didn’t hurt very much, but then came a sharp sting. She teetered, and felt white, hot pain seeping through her back, then to her stomach, and right out the other side. It made her head feel fuzzy and her ears ring.

Lucy Gray opened her mouth to try to make noise, but nothing came out. “Lucy Gray?” She heard Coriolanus’ muffled voice behind her. It sounded broken. Before she could even turn around she felt herself tumbling down the hill leaving a violent trail of blood in her wake.

Coriolanus slid down after her, just managing to grab Lucy Gray’s arm before they both tipped into the rough-watered lake below. Lucy Gray looked up at him, noticing his rifle was gone. He’d dropped it. After he shot her. “Coriolanus.” She muttered weakly. He propped her up in his arms. “I-I don’t know why I did that.” He sounded scared himself.

Lucy Gray felt too tired to yell at Coriolanus, though she sure wanted to. “You shot me.” was all she could say. “I shot you.” Coriolanus nodded tearfully. “I didn’t mean to, it — it was supposed to be a warning shot.” A warning shot? How did that change anting? He knew he might hit her and he took that chance.

What right did he have to cry? He did this. He killed Sejanus. He lied to her about it. He chased her. He shot her. Instead of voicing her anger, she cried weakly.

Lucy Gray hated that Coriolanus held her. She hated that she clung to him with all her strength. She hated that he managed to make her feel better. “I want to sing.” Lucy Gray heard herself rasping out, feeling her energy dwindle. Coriolanus nodded a bit, “Will you?” Lucy Gray finds it in the back of her mind to question why he wasn’t taking her back to 12 if he were really sorry. 

“We should go back…” She gasped, and the way he tensed helps her realize. Coriolanus thought she’d reveal him. He shot her with the same gun that killed Mayfair. “Coryo please.” She begins, “I’ll keep real quiet, I swear on it—“

“Sing.” Coriolanus told her firmly, painfully squeezing her. Those words made him a different person, cold and calculating. Lucy Gray swallowed thickly. “Coryo…” “I said sing goddamn it.” She felt in danger all over again. Her mind went hazy again as she tried to recall any song.

Finally, vague lyrics pierced her mind as she looked up at Coriolanus, into his bright blue eyes.

Everyone’s born as clean as a whistle.

As fresh as a daisy and not a bit crazy.

Staying that way’s a hard row for hoeing.

As rough as a briar like walking through fire.

The words flowed out like floodgate bursting open. Lucy Gray was in part relieved, but also worried for the way her own voice sounded. It was less singing and more talking, though that didn’t seem to bother Coriolanus. His expression softens at the verses of that familiar song.

Lucy Gray hated that it was the only thing she could remember. She hated that Coriolanus was probably patting himself on the back for it. Thinking he mattered more to her then anything else in the world. She hated that right now, that was true.

This world, it’s dark

This world, it’s scary

I’ve taken some hits so no wonder I’m wary

It’s why — I need you 

You’re as pure as the driven snow

Lucy Gray tried to scowl at the very slight smile on Snow’s face. It made her angry, but it also gave her butterflies. She looked away, only to catch a glimpse of her damaged, blood soaked lower half and immediately look but up at him. Her eyes welled up and he held her closer as her voice trembled.

Everyone wants to be like a hero

The cake with the cream, or a doer not dreamer

Doing’s hard work, but it takes some to change things

Like goat’s milk to butter

Like ice blocks to water

Lucy Gray sobbed before she could reach her next line, she clenched her fist around Coriolanus’ sleeve. He squeezed her again. He didn’t like her stopping, not even to mourn herself. She couldn’t cry, she had to sing her sorrows.

This world goes blind when children are dying

I turn into dust, but you never stop trying 

It’s why I love you 

Lucy Gray whimpered. Coriolanus Snow smiled.

You’re as pure as the driven snow

She wanted to stop, she wanted to sleep. She was so painfully tired.

Cold and clean

Swirling over my skin

You cloak me

You soak right in

Down to my heart

The only thing soaking down to her slowing heart was her own blood.

Everyone— Everyone thinks they know all about me 

They slap me with labels and spit out their fables.

You came along and you knew it was lying.

You saw the ideal me, and yes that’s the real me

Coriolanus caressed her face. His fingers were red and sticky, it made her want to vomit. Everything was blurry and hazy but she saw him grinning wider than she’d ever seen. It was nightmarish. She saw the tree’s contracting down around them, obscuring the grey sky. All Lucy Gray saw was his grinning face in the dark.

This world, it’s cruel

With troubles aplenty

You ask me for a reason

I’ve got three in twenty 

For why I—

Lucy Gray tried to breathe and suddenly she couldn’t. The wind howled and everything felt cold. Or maybe that wasn’t the wind, maybe that was the forest itself. Coriolanus’ sickening laughter trickled in. 

For why I trust you 

Lucy Gray wheezed.

You’re as pure as the driven snow.

The trees swayed mockingly in her vision as the world spun. Coriolanus’ face melted into a bloody pulp. She couldn’t speak anymore. She didn’t close her eyes but her vision went black anyway. Lucy Gray heard Snow’s laughter before it was drown out by the wind. Then she heard nothing at all.

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Note: took me forever to get this one out but here it is!! I like it a lot, but I do want to do more horror next time I think…

@mitsuki91 @nothininteresting @lucygraysbabygirl

For you pookies :)

also — I will get to my requests, this one was just in the making first!

Hope everyone enjoyed!!

[larry-22-blog]

Period Complications

I lay on the sofa in Erling's living room, trying to watch the game. It was definitely not one of the best for Manchester City against Manchester United.

There was something weird going on in the team, they were all so down, disconnected from each other.

Really not the best moment to have an important game.

They seemed to dominate the first round, but still no goal and 0 passes to Erling, it's like they were avoiding him somehow.

And Erling, Erling looked devastated, frustrated, running around the field from one side to the other.

This guy has some stamina. God.

I tried to focus but my tummy was killing me, my periods were always painful, but this was on another level.

"C'mon, baby!!" I cheered when I saw Erling taking the ball but sadly he didn't get to score.

Everyone was on him, literally they were surrounding him, all the united players were making sure the ball could not get to him.

I kept watching but ended up deciding to get myself some medicine for the pain after watching that they were leading, because of Grilish's goal.

I paused the TV, and got up, feeling dizzy, something was not right, but I guess I'm just tired, maybe I need some rest.

I took an ibuprofen and got myself my period hot bag, with cats on it.

I went to the bathroom to change my tampon again, for the millionth time today but I ended up changing my clothes too since it seemed like I leaked and dirtier it with blood.

Not the best sight to behold.

It was also one of Erling's shirts, that he liked.

He's not going to be happy to see it.

Maybe I could clean it without it turning into a stain.

But before I could reach the detergent to try and clean it I feel myself getting really dizzy, almost collapsing on the bathroom floor with the force of it

After a few moments, I managed to compose myself, slowly walking back to our room, collapsing onto the bed, lying on Erling's side, and cuddling up to his pillow.

I loved how the bed had his smell, it was so comforting, I couldn't help falling asleep with my face in his pillow, inhaling his addictive scent.

The match was forgotten.

A loud voice woke me up. I gasped, scared when a loud bang followed, and almost fell from the bed.

Erling stormed into the room, throwing open the door, making a loud sound as it hit the wall "I fucking told you to be careful with my couch! Do you know how expensive it is?!" He yelled at me making me wince, trying to get conscious of my surroundings. I just feel so dizzy and weird and everything hurts.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice... I can clean it-" I tried, but he interrupted me "No you fucking can't, you'll just ruin it more, just stay the fuck away from it!" He yelled, scaring me with how aggressive he was being. That's not the Erling I know.

"All the things I do for you, at least have the decency to watch your boyfriend's game and don't ruin his things! I fucking pay off everything and let you live here rent-free!" he continued, making tears gather in my eyes.

He rushed to the bathroom, probably to take a shower, but continued throwing insults at me "the least you could do is watch the full fucking game!"

Why is he acting like this?

"I was watching it, but I just wasn't feelin---" I tried to explain between tears, but he interrupted me again.

"What the fucking hell?! What is this? You fucking ruined one of my favourite shirts?! How can you be this stupid?!" He came back even angrier, rapidly walking to me with so much anger in his eyes.

I hate to admit but at that moment I was absolutely terrified by him.

I covered my face, with my trembling hands, trying to protect myself, sobbing by now.

Everything hurt and I felt so dizzy and my body hurt and my heart hurt too. It was just too much.

"Stop fucking crying like a baby and talk to me! What's wrong with you?!" He pulled my hands from my face, lifting me up a bit, and making me look directly at him.

I couldn't even speak, I was paralyzed with fear and hurt.

I looked avoided looking into his eyes, I didn't want to see him looking at me with disgust so repulsed and angry.

I had to admit he didn't hurt me, didn't use force to lift me up, but still, I was scared.

"What is it, he looked down on the other side of the bed" he leaned over me to pick his pillow up from where it was lying, since I fell asleep holding it and once again got angry "how in the hell did you manage to get blood on my pillow also?! God, this is unbelievable!" He exclaimed. At least didn't sound as angry as before.

"How could you be so careless--" he started but I interrupted him, I was feeling so bad, everything hurt and I was so damn scared.

"Erling..." I started, between sobs, trying to reach for his hand with my trembling one. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

He stopped, and for the first time today looked at me, actually looked at me.

His face palling as he saw the state I was in.

I'm pretty sure I look better than I feel.

Because I feel like I'm about to die any second.

"Please help me, something is not right, it hurts so bad, everything hurts..." I said, crying as I was holding onto his hand for dear life.

At that moment it felt exactly like that.

Like I was holding onto the lifeline.

"What? What happened? Please calm down, I don't get it, why do you look so pale? Do you need me to get some water and medicine? Let me help you--" he lifted the covers, but before he could finish the sentence he gasped, and interrupted himself "Oh my fucking God! Baby!" He exclaimed loudly.

Was he angry again? Did I do something else?

I searched for his face, in confusion, but I definitely wasn't expecting this look on his face.

I think I never saw him look like this, ever.

He looks scared. Beyond that. Panicked.

I wonder what he saw.

I tried following his gaze, ending up looking down at where I was lying.

Blood.

Erling's expensive white sheets were ruined.

"I swear I'm going to pay for them! I'll buy you new ones! I'm so sorry, please don't be angry!" I cried, the pain was getting worst and worst and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I needed him to know I was sorry. I didn't mean to ruin his things.

"Jesus, baby, you're bleeding out! Who cares about the sheets!" He said between tears? Was he crying? Why is he crying? Why did he let go of my hand? Is he angry? What is he searching for?

He quickly found his phone, calling someone.

Who is he calling?

"Fucking answer already!" He cursed. Why is he so mad again?

"112 what is your emergency?" The lady on the line answered and I tuned out as Erling quickly explained to her that he needed an ambulance quickly, his girlfriend was hemorrhaging, bleeding out.

Bleeding out? Who?

I looked at his face confused, then followed his gaze as he was talking on the phone.

He looked distressed.

I looked down under my covers.

I was lying in a pool of blood.

I was bleeding out.

I quickly looked up at his face again, scared. He ended the call, collapsing on his knees in front of me, crying while kissing my hand.

He was holding my hand so tight.

"Baby please hold on, they are going to be here in a moment... Everything is going to be alright, I promise, just please, hold on" he begged.

"I'm scared..."

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[missmaywemeetagain]

PINK SCARF AND LIFE UPDATES

Hello my babies! I wanted to jump on and give you some updates since I know I’ve not been posting/responding much since PS ended…

The long and the short of it is that I’ve been rather overwhelmed. Life is being A LOT. One of my sisters is very, very ill with late stage cancer and we are currently gearing up for her to (hopefully) get a stem cell transplant within the next month. This process is very involved and complex and scary and it’s one of those things that could just as easily kill her as make her better. This coupled with the family dynamics involved as we all try to navigate the situation has been emotionally exhausting.

In addition to that, I started temping back at my old job a couple weeks ago which is not what I wanted to do, but I gotta pay the bills, but it means my time is more limited and I’m way tired cuz my stamina is for shit lol.

And whilst all that’s been happening, I did some research and discovered that there is no way I can publish Pink Scarf as is. *sobbing* Turns out after Elvis died, Tennessee had to create a law specifically for him to protect his rights and image posthumously. This includes using not just his image, but his name and likeness as well. All this meaning I could get sued if I publish, and I DEFINITELY do not want to invoke the wrath of EPE.

Needless to say, this made me very upset cuz I know how much y’all want Pink Scarf on your bookshelves.

HOWEVER, before we all slide into the pits of despair, I think I have come up with a bit of a solution/compromise. I’m planning to rework PS into something just slightly different, changing some things that make it too specific to Elvis. I’ll likely have to change the title, too. But the plot and much of the writing will stay the same. But at least this way, I can still get it out to y’all in paperback form! (And lord knows I certainly can’t help who y’all picture in your heads while you read, soooooo…😉)

I know this is disappointing, y’all, and I’m so sorry I can’t make PS happen in published form as is. I am hoping that this new version is good enough for y’all to still want, and I’m gonna make it the best I can for ya. Honestly, I am thinking having something really close is better than having nothing at all. And of course, PS will still be online in its original form, so it’s not going away!

So, in the midst of all this insanity, I’ve started working on this newer version which is a project in its own right, but it’s taking time and my energy has been zapped with everything that’s going on. 💗🧣💗

For those who have asked about if there are any new Elvis fics in the works, the short answer is yes! I have a post-army fic that I am verrrrryyy slowly working on. The vibe is different from Pink Scarf (more of a slow burn), but I hope y’all will still enjoy it!

Anyway, thank you as always for your support and I’m sorry I haven’t delved into answering all your wonderful asks and comments. I very much appreciate them, I’m just a bit depleted at the moment. I’m still lurking around, just maybe not as active for the time being. But maybe I could jump on Discord or something next weekend if that would be fun for people!

Love ya always 💗🧣💗

Madisyn 💜

[liliallowed]

What if we just. Like. Cried for a few hours. I feel like we deserve it. Some nice rest and stuff. Maybe shove holy water down the demon's throat idk

yeah, imagine being almost murdered by your partner smh/j

since your attempts at harming the foul creature only seem to result in accidentally tending to their wounds so you forget about the holy water.

what you do instead sit down in the corner of the room, silently processing what had happened.

this was your fault. they were right. if you hadn't made the stupid choice to open the damned container none of this would have happened. this was just the consequences of you being so stupid.

why didn't you believe him? why did you HAVE TO BE SO STUPID!?

he warned you SO MANY TIMES... he told you they were evil. he GAVE YOU A WAY OUT. WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE IT!?

WHY DID YOU RUIN EVERYTHING!? he had every right to hate you.

"I love you. you know that right?" another sob threatened to break from your throat but you held it in.

he DIDN'T hate you. that only made it WORSE. he cared. and he still... you didn't understand.

or maybe you did. he must've thought he was doing the right thing... or maybe you were both just lying to yourselves.

you glare at the demon standing Infront of you with tears dripping down your cheeks.

they frown looking at you.

"pathetic. stop. don't look at me like that this is all your fault... " you grit your teeth.

you hated them you HATED them. you hayed what you did. what they did. this was all a fall out of your first mistake.

this WAS your fault.

"blaming yourself isn't going to make things better you know... no matter how many times you make dumb mistakes... throwing a pity part won't change it."

"shut up. you don't GET to comfort me. you... YOU MADE ME TURN BACK TIME YOU... HOW DO I GET THIS THING OFF...! " you scratch at the floating screen trying to swat it away like a fly.

the demon rolls their eyes.

"you're such a lovestruck fool. he always planned to kill you regardless of his personal feelings. you only made things harder for both of you. I told you this would happen."

just like how HE told YOU and it all came true.

would you make the same mistakes and ignore them? you genuinely thought there'd be a good solution to this...

"sighhhhhh you look like a mopy wet cat. jesus. pull yourself toghter. aren't you supposed to be figuring out a way to get stronger? so you don't die to him?"

"I'm not KILLING PEOPLE!" you shout only for a towel to hit you in the face.

"exp isn't the only way to get stronger dumbass. it's just more effective and faster. we're going to work on your stamina and agility. forget about strength. your WHIMPY soft hearted ass won't be using it anyway."

"wh... what?"

"you heard me. get stronger. I'm not planning on letting a dumbass like you die to riding hood. go pull yourself together and we'll see if you can back up your ideals with actions instead of hypocritical words. fight me!"

they grinned at you.

"after all you did vaguely mention you hate feeling like a damsel. so PROVE IT coward. instead of crying in a corner like a pathetic defeated slob GET. BACK. UP. YOU'RE NOT DONE WITH THIS. are you? show me your determination. show me your idiotic HOPE."

you look at them with confusion.

"why would you... ACK! "

you barely manage to dodge an incoming attack of red strings.

"less talking more dodging. you're slow. YOU'RE SO SLOW. START RUNNING." they grinned.

[dirtyoldmanhole]

going through CQ has me thinking how corrin/gunter would progress if i had the stamina to write that route on top of YRMR (for revelation). :P

obviously, i'm not going to write another 120k fic. [stares meaningfully @ myself lmao] but here's the bullet points i've been playing with for those interested ~

in general, i think corrin has a much worse time in conquest, and gunter has a worse time in revelation. there's ups and down to rev with corrin, but his longer absence in CQ meant she truly thinks he was, like, for real dead. in yrmr/revelation, she was honestly so distracted with the hoshido/mikoto/dragon stuff that she shoved her grief aside for so long that he came back before it really hit. (unhealthy in a different way but it does keep her going).

i deleted the scene in the fic since it was a little maudlin/cheesy, but lilith feels like she'd be the only one to realize just how hard corrin grieved for him, that very first span of days in the astral plane (in both routes).

cq!corrin, bluntly - feels like she's being constantly broken with the "tests" of loyalty that garon and iago force her through, so there's a lot harsher of an element to keeping her stoic game face on, much earlier. i think she honestly just numbs herself to any and all emotion between that and the grief and basically all the "constants" in her life changing given the new war campaign "for" garon.

once corrin finally re-joins him in valla, she just. breaks down in ugly sobs in his arms. she's a mess, he's almost a mess, and it's kind of a good thing that reunion was mostly private.

ironically azura's the first to know about their... thing. i see the three of them staying in valla overnight to at least catch up on [plot shit] and to speak freely for the first time in like, ever, while recovering from minor wounds from that battle. he totally holds her by his side. uwu

(imagine if corrin had told azura offhandedly 'oh he was like my dad' a few weeks before much like micaiah/sothe's 'he's my brother' and then azura sees. them all but canoodling. lmao. 'if whatever your deal is familial i will eat my entire pendant')

post re-recruitment:

i also think their relationship would, surprisingly, progress much faster than even in the rev route. corrin seeks him out nightly just for him to hold her through the night terrors and in one of those nights, they uh.... stumble into the sex, heh.

i also, hah, think it'd progress a lot "harder" in the kink sense - as mentioned above, corrin has a shitty, shitty time in CQ's route, and i think she'd seek him out as somebody she can safely 'break' with in those scant moments of uncomplicated happiness. cough [nods meaningfully @ the recent 'gunter is totes a sadist' headcanon] cough

i don't think he actually ever tells corrin about his late wife until after the war, or his whole motivation for killing garon. it's..... not great, in ways i actually feel like their relationship in yrmr/rev route is more open/honest? their dynamic in CQ is more ... two shellshocked veterans finding that spark of happiness and nonverbal trust in private vs in the middle of some truly crushing awfulness where they both have to keep their 'game face' on in public.

lategame:

so the thing is. i think kana's an accident in CQ vs them intentionally wanting a child post-YRMR, lol. (parts of it are funny ('oh shit what do you mean babies can still happen') and then parts of it are whiplash-y tragic when gunter's struggling with his feelings given his late wife/child. given he uh. hasn't told corrin about that yet. yeahhhh.)

i'm on the fence as to whether he blurts it out to her in the middle of all that (i can see their nastiest "fight" being here especially when hormones are going nuts, she's a little less patient with him than she is normally, and there's a lot of pressure there.)

corrin/gunter never actually outright tell anyone about their relationship (unlike in yrmr), even when kana's a thing. both of them really don't want iago and garon to be able to weaponise kana or their relationship - not that the stakes are higher here than in rev, per se, but there's much less margin for error. (kana knows who his parents are but is also instructed not to tell anyone, at least until before garon and iago are dead.)

tho i think azura explicitly knows because she'd be the one to suggest the deeprealms as a place for pregnant!corrin to go to for safety once when she can't hide it.

buuut it's obvious enough to the point when lilith dies in the eternal staircase that xander & co just give corrin to him immediately afterwards all 'make sure she doesn't crack ok'. she regresses a bit there - gunter actually gets to see a glimpse of what she was like before; just.... completely dead eyed. (i actually have an old piece of art that was one of my very first gunter/corrin strips that's just that entire scene. need to finish it.)

to that point i think lilith's death also hits hard because out of anything that's been a "constant" loving presence for corrin, it's the northern fortress gang. and lilith was iirc the one person to be there pretty much continuously even when corrin went over in hoshido.

interestingly i also think that gunter is ... while he's still focused on seeing garon dead, he kind of knows this is corrin&azura's endgame plan anyway, so he puts himself more as an advisor/supportive figure to help make it happen. he's quite good with long term planning, and i don't think anankos would have near the hatred or hold on him as happens in revelation.

anyway i haven't figured out post-endgame stuff yet (i totally want to see how anankos slots into this since the silent dragon still has a number of negative feelings to pull off on with gunter) but there ya go ~

[stardustbee]

hey bee 🐝 for the drabble challenge, for maul or savage pls!!!! 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 two options:

18. "some people are just worth it to suffer for."

or

30. "let's keep it a secret."

((angst mode has been activated))

Oh darling Honeymoon… first of all thanks for sending these! It was really fun writing!

My vocabulary does not know the word "or"...Specially not if you send in a request! So here have them both my Honey ♡♡

I hope you like this little drapple I have done 😳🤗 (with some things that I was to shy to post yet 🙊)

Warnings: Minors DNI! mention of blood, injuries, mention of violence, biting, choking, vaginal fingering, pet name and what ever I forgot please tell me!

Note: As always I apologise for every typing mistake done here! As usual I translate it from my native language to English 😊😊

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18. "some people are just worth it to suffer for." - Savage x fem!reader

It was clear that something like this would happen. Something had to happen one day. You knew what you were getting into, so why are you crying? Your hand swam in his and you tried everything you could to help him. Blood ran down the piece of cloth you were holding against his stomach. "It's okay..." gasped the big, yellow Zabrak. Savage Opress, hurt by gutter scum for wanting to protect you, his precious little flower. He had managed that though, but in the rush he didn't notice the second attacker with the blade. And so it has to come as it is now. A blade stuck into the stomach of the mighty Zabrak. Still, the attackers lied dead and beheaded somewhere in the underground of the city. 

"I'm so sorry..." you whimper and sob. You had torn a piece of fabric from your top and were trying to somehow make a makeshift bandage. Savage stroked your head and looked at you. Then he put your hand under your chin and kissed you. "Some people are just worth it to suffer for." Your sobs diminished somewhat, but your worried face was still there. He wiped the tears from your cheeks and kissed you again, this time on the forehead. "You don't think that little bit will kill me, do you, little flower?" he brought out spitefully. Crying again, you wrinkle your nose and wrap your arms around the Zabrak's massive body a little brutally. A loud, pained growl escaped his mouth as a sharp, hot pain shot through him from throwing your full weight against him and the wound. You cried into his chest for a long time and Savage couldn't keep the smile from his lips despite the pain and your obvious concern.

30. "let's keep it a secret." Crime Lord!Maul x fem!reader

You were just done. Your first time in a long time and then with a Zabrak. And not just anyone, no, you had to meet the leader of "Crimson Dawn", by accident. When you ended up in the bedroom of the galaxy's greatest crime lord, Maul, you didn't want to think about it. 

You were still surprised, happily surprised, at what a man with a cybernetic crotch can do. So wild, so much to offer. He fucked you like and wild animal and his stamina didn't seem to have an end.

You naively thought, that you could sneak out and let this behind you. Getting involved with men like that is just not a good idea. Sneaking away an even worse one. You were collecting your clothes. Every inch of your body hurts. Bites, bruises and endless hours of both of you giving the other the highest peak of pleasure someone can imagine. A hand wrapped around your neck and you were pulled back onto the bed with pressure. "Where are you going?" His voice was cold and dark and he pulled the words out of his mouth uncomfortably. Sweat pooled on your forehead and your mouth was dry. 

"Lord Maul..." you just managed to get out. The pressure grew. "That wasn't the answer to my question." Your eyes twitched back and forth nervously. There has to be some way out...you have to say something. 

"Say what you want to say, pet." He released his grip so you could speak. You had started stammering something and explained that since you were both respected by people it wouldn't be good to see the two of you. Questions would be asked and rumors would be spread. So you said, "Let's keep it a secret." 

Clever, you thought, but once again you didn't think about who you were dealing with. Another squeeze around your neck, this time it was like a ghost hand reaching for you. "Me? A secret?" Maul pulled you closer to him with a mere wave of his hand. His face was very close to yours now and you could feel his breath. "Look at me. Look at you. I'm far from done with you." He gently stroked your cheek, your neck, then your breasts to your clit, that was still so sensitive and neatly reacted to the touch. Forcefully he put two of his fingers inside without giving you any mercy. "That's not our little secret. Everyone should see who you belong to. You belong to me." He pushed you back onto the bed and placed himself between your spread legs. You could feel the cold of his cybernetic legs. He bites your neck and you feel yourself dying for him again, again and after some really long hour's, again. 

Everyone in the building could hear what he did to you that night and nobody even tried or thought of interrupting you two.

This sure would not be a secret to the underworld of "Crimson Dawn".

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Tagging some people how might be interested ♡

@justalittletomato @eyecandyeoz @by-the-primes @moonstrider9904 @kimageddon @oh-three @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @nxctuaryninetythree @dinsverdika @hellseggcarton @darthmaussy

[angelamajiki]

(I'm from LATAM, sorry 4 my bad english).

Hi<3 I started reading some of yours writings about Yandere Tamaki and I fall in love with them.

They way u describe his emotions and "ours" emotions trough the history is so amazing aaaaa <33

I really like the concept of Y!Tamaki, but i never see it including a "mommy kink" kdjfksjflsje 😔👊 so i was wondering if u can do something with those ideas <33

Thanks in advance aaa<3

[ good boy - amajiki tamaki ]

CW: hybrids, sub/dom dynamics, aftercare, a/b/o dynamics, mommy kink, slapping, cunnilingus, mating press, breeding kink, mentions of murder and blood, omega tamaki, alpha reader, afab reader, yandere

AN: thank you so much!!! as always, enjoy the fic and mind the tags :) i combined a few other asks for this

Being a bunny hybrid had its perks. For one, an innocent face with floppy ears and a perky cotton tail kept him out of a hell of a lot of trouble. No high was better than the adrenaline rush of killing a rival for Tamaki. Protecting your honor, protecting your safety, protecting the love you had for him. Like your knight in shining armor, he came slinking back to you after the kill, tail twitching with anticipation for his return to you.

Watching you rest peacefully in his nest made his heart leap from his chest. Ah, but he had to clean himself before he could curl up with you. His precious kit, how he loved to be a good boy for you. After his shower, Tamaki dashed into the nest with you, pressing kisses to your face gently to wake you up.

His pre-heat had come not only a few days ago, causing his spike in aggression towards others and forcing him to lash out on the poor soul that dared to flirt with his Alpha on their date. Your nose sniffed out his scent, awakening you, feeling your hybrid thump his leg in the nest.

“Oh, is my pretty little bunny finally in heat?” you mused, stroking the sweet spot on the back of his neck teasingly. “Does someone need mommy to take care of them?”

Nodding earnestly, Tamaki stripped himself of his clothes, already feeling the sweltering heat burning his core from within. His little cocklet twitched impatiently, standing tall against his toned stomach.

Crooning softly, you took him in your hand and began to stroke, relishing in the way he whimpered ‘mommy’ so beautifully for you.

“Such a good boy, Maki.” you praised, gasping gently as he took a nipple into his mouth, whining as he sucked fervently. “Mommy’s good boy.”

You intended to make him cum at least once before letting him breed you. The poor horny thing had so much stamina to give. And you wanted him to use it all out on yourself. Continuing to stroke his cock, you rubbed his nipples roughly, pinching and tugging at the pinky flesh. Bucking his hips into your hand, Tamaki switched nipples and leaned into your touch, feeling himself coming undone in just a few short minutes.

“Oh? Does my little boy want to cum? You'll have to ask nicely, bunny.”

Gasping and writhing under your steady pace, Tamaki clung to your wrist with both his hands.

“Please, mommy, can I come? I’ve been good, I've been good, please. Please!” the hybrid cried out, not being able to hold back much longer.

Shushing him gently, you picked up your pace and rubbed your thumb over his tip gently.

“Of course, you've been a good slut today. Go ahead and come. Give me what's mine.”

Leaning down, you took all of him into your mouth as he came with a scream, gripping your hair in bunched fists. You rode out his orgasm, swallowing every last drop of his seed.

“Did you enjoy that, sweet pea?”

Panting and heaving, Tamaki nodded while shaking from the afterglow of his high.

“C’mon now, show mommy some love too. You'll need to prep me if you want to breed me, bunny.”

Nimble fingers gripped your thighs with a renewed vitality, practically ripping them apart as he dove his face straight to your dripping hole. Yours found their way into his hair as you pulled his face back and slapped it.

“Where are your manners, boy?” you chided, rubbing his now reddened cheek soothingly. “Don't make me punish you. Be gentle with mommy. I’m not your toy; you are my bitch. Understand?”

Apologizes flooded from his lips in the forms of whines as he nuzzled the hand, stroking his face. Reminding of what a good boy he was, you spread your legs for him and guided his head to your sopping cunt.

“Thank you for the meal, mommy.” he gasped out, driving his nose to your clit and tongue to your hole. Hands tangled in his hair while you pushed your hips into his face, relishing in the muffled whines. What a desperate boy he was. His technique was fast and sloppy, like he was afraid his snack would be snatched from him at any moment.

Praises and moans of his name flowed from your lips as you tugged on his soft locks, admiring the way Tamaki took suffocation by your pussy like a champ.

“That’s enough, Maki, ” you sighed, pulling his head away from your twitching lips. His desperate whines, albeit adorable, made you impatient. “Stop pouting. You'll be able to have another taste later.”

Positioning yourself, you got face down and ass up, presenting yourself to your near-feral omega.

“Mount me, bunny. Make sure to breed mommy well and give her a nice litter.”

Not having to be told twice, Tamaki quickly sheathed himself inside you, bottoming out in one stroke. Hips pistoned out of you at a fast pace as you gripped the nesting blankets for purchase. Gasping and crying out, your bunny let you know no relief as he began to rub small, right circles on your clit.

You wanted to chastise him for being too rough; mommy was supposed to be in charge! The pleasure was too intense, too much for you to handle as you were reduced to a puddle under your mate’s ministrations. Ah well. You could spank him later for his overzealousness.

Whining and sobbing, Tamaki kept a tight grip on your hips while slamming into you, letting his heat take over all else. Tears streamed down his face as he cried out for you, mind filled with nothing except breed, breed, breed. He needed to see you pregnant, swollen, and fat with his kits so that no one dared to believe you were anyone but his. He couldn't wait to fill his nest with your young, keeping you all safe and sound.

Mouth hanging open, Tamaki became nonverbal as he flipped you onto your back, pressing you into a mating press as he finished himself off with a few more strokes. He finished deep inside you, interlacing your hands while the other one continued to knead your clit until you came on his emptied cock.

Sitting in the stillness and the silence for just a moment, the man rested his forehead against yours, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling out. Keeping your cunt upwards, Tamaki sucked your clit gently while fingering the leaking cum back into your now loose hole.

He continued his sucking and fingering until you came again.

“Come, sweetheart, let me cockwarm you while you rest. We’ve got a long week ahead of us.” you cooed, bringing your sweet boy into your arms as you crooned, stroking his hair and ears as he entered you again, plugging his cum deep within your womb.

Praises and sweet nothings filled his ears as he drifted off to sleep, savoring the aftercare you lavished him in. He really was your good boy, after all.

[lokisprettygirl]

Love is Selfless, It's Kind (Loki x Female Reader) (Part 43)

Summary : Loki suggests you to break up and at this point you'd do anything for him

Warning : 18+ Some smut

Taglist : @colifower @rinacreateart @christineblood @the-wounded-healer05 @lokiprompts @geeky-politics-46 @sharklover927 @virtualstrawberrydinosaur @huntress-artemiss @rat-p1ss

"I think we need to break up.. mutually" your anxiety peaked instantly and your eyes teared up, you got really upset when he said that. How could he say that again? how could he do that again to you? you didn't understand that at all, so he explained his side and even though it hurt you to take this step, you understood where he was coming from so you did what he said, he is trying to protect you and you would do anything and everything he would ever ask.

Next morning he drove you towards the tower, you still needed a safe place to stay since you both can't live together anymore, as soon as you reached the lounge you looked at him angrily, you couldn't hold it back anymore, you had to let it out now or you won't be able to "How could you do this to me lo? after everything we have been through, how could you do this all over again" You sobbed a little and he felt a pinge in his heart but he had to do this, the lounge had almost everyone there and they all turned their focus on you two "We talked about this y/n, don't make a scene" he glared at you and you crossed your arms as a tear slipped down your cheek "You know why I'm doing this y/n, I'm so sick of protecting you all the time, it's killing me, it's driving me crazy" he yelled at you and wanda walked towards you both. You hugged her immediately and she glared at loki,

"What's happening again?" She asked him and he sighed "We broke up, we decided but apparently she's now backing out" he said nonchalantly and everyone gasped "Wait why brother, what's wrong?" Thor asked him and he sighed again "I'm just so sick of taking care of her careless midgardian rump all the time" he spat at you and you sobbed harder at that, Instinctively he wanted to comfort you and make you stop hurting so bad but he couldn't.

"Well that's what you're supposed to do loki" Eddie told him and he chuckled "No I'm not supposed to do that, I'm so done, I'm moving back here in the tower" he huffed and proceeded to walk towards his old room, but then he came back to you to say one last thing "Now if you really want to save your own life from now on, fucking learn to fight and defend yourself y/n, maybe learn a thing or two from Romanoff" Nat glared at him as he said that, they were all so taken aback with sudden change of events but you two have been through this before so it wasn't really a surprise "Oh I will teach her to fight loki so she could kick your weak ass some day" he chuckled as he heard her and then he was gone, wanda comforted you as best as she could but you were inconsolable.

He ran his hands through his hair as he went inside room, did he say too much ? He had no idea but he have to do this to save your life, he heard a knock on the door and he hoped it wasn't you, when he opened the door he was a little surprised to see Allie "What are you doing here" he asked her and she looked down "I'm sorry I know you don't like me at all but, I just wanted to make sure you're okay, they're all supporting her but I don't want you to feel alone in this, it could be a burden to be responsible for someone all the time, I get that" he smiled at her as he heard her "Thank you Allie and I apologise for my behaviour that day" then he invited her in and she happily got in ofcourse.

"Can we start today itself? I need to learn to fight" You asked nat and she shook her head in yes, she asked you to change into a workout attire and then she took you to the training room. She asked you to take 10 Laps of the entire area, it was a huge ass place and you were almost out of breath but she was impressed with your stamina, then she made you do some strength training exercises, first day, she didn't want to kill you, she wanted to go easy on you and get your body used to all the physicality of it slowly. She sent you back to your room after that, she told you that tomorrow she will teach you all about how to defend yourself if someone has attacked you and you are unarmed, she also advised you to drink a protein shake and increase your diet, so your muscles can recover faster.

On your way back to your room, your eyes fell upon Loki and Allie in the living room, they were talking and he was listening to her intently, you felt so hurt but there was nothing you could have done but watch , Where was her boyfriend now?

"Where you from Allie" he asked her and she smiled at him "Van.. Vancouver" she lied to him and he knew she was lying to him, he could always tell whenever he was lied to. He smiled at her and spent time with her until cap was back. Even he was surprised to see him being so cosy with his girlfriend.

You went inside your room and sighed then you took a hot shower, it felt really good after the routine nat put you through, you knew you were going to be so sore tomorrow. When you came out, loki was waiting for you on your bed. Must have teleported himself in because you made sure that you locked the door from inside. You walked towards him "What are you doing here loki?" You spoke in a hushed tone and he got up, he smiled and then pulled you into him for a desperate longing kiss "Ooohh maybe you should consider acting princess?.. So fucking good for me..I love you so much my darling " he mumbled between the kiss and you finally smiled at him

"I think we need to..break up, mutually" You teared up as soon as you heard those words coming out of his damn mouth again, not again, you won't be able to survive this, you slapped him right on the cheek very lightly, so light he didn't even flinch but just stared at you in confusion and then he realised what he said "No no no listen to me darling, I have a plan, please sweetheart just listen to me okay?" He cupped your cheeks and you looked at him, tears wailing up in your eyes "We are going to pretend to be separated, nobody can know except us that we are still together" he told you and you still didn't understand what was he doing but you took a breath of relief at still together part.

"You almost gave me a heart attack lo" you smacked him on the chest and he hugged you "I'm never letting go again darling, I'm sorry I should have worded my sentence carefully, just calm down and listen to me okay?" He held you tightly and you nod in yes "I'm sorry I hit you baby, I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry" you mumbled as you kissed on his cheek again and again and he smiled so sweetly at that "Oh sweet girl you'd never hurt me, you could never" you put your head between the crook of his neck and he caressed your back as he tried to reassure you.

You'd do anything he asked as long as you still had him in your life "Okay talk to me baby, make me a part of this plan of yours" you pulled away from him and he smiled at you "My best girl, I love you" he kissed your forehead before he spoke further "We are going to pretend as if we have broken up, we will go live in the tower separately and sell our pretense as best as we could" you heard him but you still had no idea why he wanted to do this.

"Okay but why lo?" You asked him as you felt so confused "Because whatever this whole thing is, your mother, Allie, that thing in New York, it's all connected and it's all related to us..me and you. I think someone is trying to keep us apart, someone is trying to take you away from me" he told you and it made sense, but why would anyone want that and who is doing this? "If we just give them what they want, they might let their guards down or make a mistake, that's how they'll get caught" he told you and you nod in agreement, then he described the plan to you, he told you to not mind his words tomorrow if he says something awful because it would all be fake and he won't mean anything.

"I don't want to fake breakup lo, I don't to live away from you " you teared up again and he engulfed you into him "You think I want to do that my love? I'll come see you I promise, always keep your door locked when you're inside your room there, I'll teleport myself in there straight from my room, I won't make you miss me for long I promise okay? Just trust me with this, we will come back home soon, I am giving you my word"

He mumbled softly in your ear as he caressed your head, he wished he could have given you a normal boring midgardian life but that's not on the cards, it never would be as long as you're with him, but he would never let go or leave you ever again, no matter what happens he would always be yours and you'd be his "I trust you with my life lo, I would do anything for you" you kissed on his neck and he smiled. He won't let anyone hurt you ever again "So you're not going to train me from tomorrow?" You asked him and he sighed, you seemed excited about it and he did want to train you to become a warrior but in order to pretend like they're broken up he would have to put that plan on hold for now, but you could still learn to defend yourself.

"I can't for now but I'll make sure you learn defensive techniques, natasha can help with that, then I'll teach you to fight once I sort this out alright?" You hugged him tightly and all of a sudden he stood up, then he asked for your hand "Dance with me?" You placed your hand in his and then you heard the violin playing out of nowhere, magic. He moved slowly with you and you cherished second of it. Because from tomorrow, you'd have to pretend to hate each other in public and you hated the thought of it.

"I missed you and love you" you mumbled as you jumped into his arms, you both talking in hushed tone, even though the walls were pretty thick you both couldn't take a risk, he took two steps back and fell down on the bed with you on top of him "Saw you talking to Allie" he looked at you as you mentioned her "Told you it's all connected, she tried to make a move on me and she lied so many times, she said she's a model" he chuckled but you hated the fact that she tried to get with him as soon as he was a free man "She's gorgeous enough to be one" you mumbled and he flipped you under him instantly "Might be, got nothing on you though, don't you ever forget why we are doing this, okay pretty baby?" he kissed you deeply as he finished his sentence and you moaned into his mouth "I would never hurt you or betray you, or break your heart ever again, you trust me right?" He sucked on your neck and you wrapped your legs around him tightly "I do lo.. more than anything"

"Good girl" he waved his hand to get you both undressed and got himself on top of you, he needed to feel you, skin to skin "I wanted to give you a warm bath, feeling sore yet?" He asked you softly and you nod in no, you felt him rubbing his cock over your lips and a loud moan erupted from your mouth, he kissed you quickly to shush you down "Fuckk darling, you have to stay quiet for this..okay?" He whispered in your ear and you bite on your lips, then you felt him thrusting inside your warm wet cunt, his lips stayed above yours as he kissed whenever he wanted, his thrusts slow and desperate at the same time.

He interlinked his fingers with yours as he made sweet soft love to you, everytime you'd want to moan loudly, he would press his lips on yours "I love you lo..baby I love you" you whispered in his ear as you felt yourself reaching closer n closer to the peak, he smiled as he heard you, he wasn't far behind himself "I know pretty princess, I know, I know, I love you more than anyone has ever loved anyone..cum with me darling" he whispered in your ear and you snugged him so tightly around yourself as you both let go. He can't go a day without being inside your warmth, he absolutely dreads it when your periods come around, those five awful days where you won't let him get inside you. He hates it, asgardian women have it easier, they only bleed once every decade or so. You'd too once you take the herb.

Only if you knew that he wouldn't mind fucking you like that, it's so primal and you smell so extra good when you're on your periods, he could just tell whenever you're approaching your date because of the change in your scent, maybe he should talk to you about that soon, maybe you'd let him fill you up like that. He have never asked.

"Where are you lost baby?" You giggled and he kissed you "Right here with you" he pulled out of you, then he cleaned you up, and got back into the bed with you to snuggle you "You should go baby, what if someone would look for you or knock on your door ?" You asked him to go but you placed your leg on top of his waist as you both laid sideways next to each other, you definitely didn't want him to leave, how could you ever want that? "Don't worry I bought us a little time, casted a duplicate of myself in there, he would answer in case someone knocks" you kissed his forehead, a true magical being, his abilities are endless. You're never not surprised.

"Does this duplicate of yours feel things too?" You giggled and he wrapped his arms around you "No, he's just a puppet" you felt so exhausted because of the training sesh and then awesome sex, you fell asleep in his arms like that, when you woke up he wasn't next to you but you found a note.

You love handwritten notes from him, his handwriting is as pretty as he is, you got up and placed the note carefully in your closet, you'll take it back home, you have kept every note he has ever written for you. They're precious to you just like he is. Why wouldn't people let you two live? Why won't they just allow you two to be happy and content with each other ? You didn't understand and you hated it.

You put on a jeans and a shirt, you brought a bag with you, you absolutely have no idea how long you'll have to pretend to be split up, it could be a day or a month. You felt the muscle soreness starting to creep in and you groaned. When you stepped out of the room, you made your way towards the living room and wanda gave you a look "Y/n, how are you feeling?" She asked you and there was a hint of sly smile on her face "I'm so done with him wan, he can't do this again and again" you sat down on the couch and Clint looked at you "Yeah you seem sad" he didn't know right? Then why was he looking at you like that? Maybe you need to be more convincing with your act

"I'm just done, I put my whole life on hold for him and all he does is hurt me" you teared up and then you started crying, Clint looked at wanda and she tried to console you "Just talk it out with each other, you guys have been through this before" he told you and you nod in no "No more talking, I'm done" loki watched you doing the best acting of your life from a distance, damn you're good at this, how could you just cry like that? Even though he knew you were fake crying he still felt bad and he wanted to run to you so he could scoop you into his arms and comfort you.

"What are you doing brother? Why again would you ruin your happiness?" He snapped out of his thoughts as thor approached him "It's for the best brother, she would be safe, we were fighting all the time because of all this, it wasn't going to work out and I'm so tired, I cant look out for her anymore" he lied and thor gave him a look "So just like that you'd let her go?" He asked loki and he sighed, you need to teach him acting too "Yes"

"Very well then, father would be happy, mother would kill you though" he said nonchalantly and loki gave thor a look "Why would father be happy?" He asked thor curiously "You know why loki, he wanted you betrothed to Princess of Vanaheim, he tried to fix you two last time we went to Asgard, he was furious when you even refused to go see her, he was upset with mother too for giving her blessings to y/n and you, especially when she knew of his arrangements with King Armano of Vanaheim"

"I beg your pardon, what arrangement?" Loki asked him and thor raised his eyebrows, ofcourse he didn't know, thor didn't either untill the last trip to Asgard "Vanaheim is dying loki, their resources are depleting, and King Armano made a deal with father, He would hand over the reign to him but his only condition is that his daughter Aliksia would be taken care of all her life, and would die as a princess since she was born as one, father chose you to be her husband, not that it would have mattered, I would never leave jane"

Loki snickered as he heard thor, ofcourse, Odin chose him, ofcourse he spared his favourite son and gave him the free will to marry whosoever he wants while his own fate was decided by all father himself, and suddenly it clicked,

Odin chose him, for Aliksia, Everything made sense.

[mochikeiji]

Kinktober Day 5: Little Too Much

↠ Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

↠ Warning: SMUT! Dacryphilia, overstimulation, soft!Sakusa, squirting, missionary.

↬ Word Count: 1.8k

⇢ Day 5: Dacryphilia

Obsessive with cleaning was one factor you can claim to describe Sakusa Kiyoomi. Everyone knew that and respected that, he was a clean man, afraid of getting sick. Pretty normal as long as he keeps himself decent and hygienic.

People only knew a few things Sakusa is fond of; Cleaning and Volleyball. Two things to be exact. The word "obsessive" fits him in a way where his eyes would look at these two hobbies of his with the kind of glimmer no one receives from the spiker. Some even wish they were those two things in the next life if it meant earning the adoring looks of Sakusa. Some would kill for the spot you were gifted with.

"Obsessive" is another word to perfectly describe on how Sakusa looks and treats you. Doubting this relationship from the start, you didn't expect much skin ship or even small affections like linking your pinkies together by him. You sadly thought that this dreamland you had with him would come to an end soon thinking he wouldn't exert much of an effort in this. But dear, you were so wrong. So wrong to think that he wouldn't pull you close to his body at night and glue himself to you, that he loves how your fingers would thread through his curly hair and stroke his back after practice. How he became addicted to only your touches in such way that made him come loose of his own shell.

He was just as in love as you were. He loved the fact he was able to cage you in his arms at night to snuggle onto your smaller frame, he loved how you became used to his habitual cleaning and started to join him, he loved that you understood him and still pushed yourself to give him all the affection he thought he never wanted. In the end, he became very much obsessed with it all.

"Omi!!"

Every little thing you had to offer inside of you; the cute mewls, grinding of your hips to meet with his pistoning cock, the way your hands would weakly push his chest away. He loved it a little bit too much.

"P-please! Slow-ah, down!"

The germaphobic male no longer feared anything dirty that much. In fact, he slowly came to thought that it wasn't so bad if he gets to see such reactions from you. That he'd get to feel this fucking good sliding deep inside of your tight cunny.

His own eyes watches the way his cock would slide back in your struggling walls. Even if he was soaking with your own wetness, you still couldn't fit him in without slowing himself to inch forward. But his patience were tested when he saw small bits of tears streamibg down your face while you were left open mouthed to his impressive length. He didn't know to himself when he slammed back in whole and saw your eyes roll back while your head fell back, he would yearn to see it all of that again.

Lifting your left leg up, he places it as it trembles onto his shoulder. The way you looked at him almost terror with the vulnerable position you were in was delicious. He had all control with his hands placed firmly on your hips and his cock stilled inside of you half way. Giving you small amount of mercy and watches you make a mess out of yourself.

"Omi, too much.."

As he slowly leaned forward, his cock follows along. The shaking of your thighs went wild, it curled your toes feeling so stuffed and small by him at the same time. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning out a broken sob with your legs trying to push him away and close them to protect your already oversensitive cunt, your hands that covered you mouth were pinned to each side of your head, meeting with hot breathing fanned over your face and his lips ghosting ever so slightly on your lips.

Sakusa hums quietly while maintaining the intense eye contact with you. Dewy ones meeting with stone hard ones, you gulped and panted. Everything was burning, you couldn't tell if it was good or bad anymore. The veins and hardness of his cock reaching in the right places, massaging your walls in the utmost of pleasurable way. All thoughts came to shattering pieces when Sakusa delivers a hard thrust inside you, balls slapping against your ass with the sound of your sobs.

"You're taking it so good."

One thrust was followed by another, and the cycle continues again. You didn't have anymore access to squirm around as he held you down and rutted himself madly. Small tears becoming big, fat ones at the speed of his thrusts, he cooes quietly when you turned your head to the side mewling to the lewd squelching below your puckering hole.

You didn't expect Sakusa to lean his face down to kiss the side of your cheek and began leaving love marks on the side of your sweaty neck. He didn't cringe nor groaned in disgust, rather he groaned to his own euphoria and bit a little harder at a certain, tender skin at the side and thrusted deeply.

The bed creaks at his every movement, the headboard bangs against the wall he was strict of not wanting to be ruined. Everything right now; his actions and goals were unexpected. It was dirty, lewd, something he never wanted to be part of, and now, he doesn't even mind the fact you're soaking up his thighs with your juices leaking from your slit, he doesn't mind having another sweaty body close to him while he pounds into you. As time passes, he gradually craves the closeness within you, the goal to see how fucked out your face would be with sobs throughout the air.

Licking his lips, he had been wanting to have a taste of your jiggling breast whenever he'd thrust up. The thought of you already sensitive from taking his huge cock and weeping in tears makes him imagine what would happen if he adds up to taunting you even more. Still preoccupied in moaning with closed eyes, Sakusa gives a small smirk and pleased hum when he went closer to your nipple.  Tightening his hands on both of your wrists, his mouth devours the erected bud, circling it with his tongue inside his hot mouth.

"OMI!!"

Arching up, your stomach meets up with his defined ones. You were only pushing your breast up to his face sinfully as he suckled in harder.

"Omi, omi, omi!! Ah- s-stop.."

You cried on the crown of his head while he moves to the other breast to repeat the same treatment. Small hands balled into a fists, weakly trying to pull free from his restraints. The coil in your stomach was about to burst, with all that he's done, only one thing will be the last straw to push you off of the edge.

Sakusa could tell you were getting close, with the heels of your feet softly hitting his broad back and your trembling and all. He removes his hands from your wrists and wraps them around your waist, pulling you closer as he thrust erratically into you. The sudden change of pace made you hug his neck and tossed your head, little did you know you were beginning to leave scratches on his back just to anchor yourself from the intensity of his thrusts.

He presses his forehead against yours, moaning ever so slightly at the way you were beginning to receive his cock so good now that you finally adjusted to his length. But most of all, he wanted to see up close how puffed up your cheeks were with your tears rolling freely like a stream.

"Such a good girl."

Slowly closing his eyes, he captures your lips sloppily with his. It felt like he was squeezing you hard and fucked you like a doll as he eats up your moans. So happy to have such a good baby receive his huge cock and give him expressions he will never forget.

"You love this, right? You're just being too whiney about it."

God, it was impure to have his already deep voice go deeper and have him ruin you. He could never bring himself to mock or degrade you. You were too precious right now to look at. Too vulnerable and at his control. You were too good.

"K-OMI!! NOT THERE!"

Wide eyes like a frightful deer, Sakusa aims directly at the spot you half hoped he would never find. Because once he did, he would end up abusing it as he did now.

"Here?"

Giving you one more hard thrust directly at your sweet spot, Sakusa groans at the feeling you fingers tugged onto his locks. No moans could escape other than harsh panting from your mouth and tears down from your dazed eyes. So sinful yet holy to his eyes, Sakusa didn't show mercy and hooks his chin onto your shoulder, letting you hear his own moans and groans feeling his cock squeezed inside of you.

"You're going to cum, right? You little cry baby."

He can already feel it. Your walls fluttering more to let him have a taste of your spot, allowing him to abuse it as it wants. It was rushing fast, the pit of your stomach didn't feel the same as before. This felt a whole lot stronger, messier. Begging Sakusa to stop and pull out, you couldn't handle it. It was coming, fast.

"OMI— HAH- PLEASE PULL OUT!! I'M G-GOING TO AH, HAH— MAKE A MESS!"

Oh he was loving this too much. Having you cry next to his ears and feel your tears stain his neck. He doesn't listen, he wanted to see, he wanted to feel your response to his monster like actions, and continues on, yoyr leg starting to cramp and shake widely on his shoulder, he can feel his cock getting more lubed up from your wetness, sliding effortlessly in animalistic.

"Cum for me, little girl."

He doesn't stop even if he hears you scream a big, "no" and connects your lips to quiet you down, he doesn't stop even if he feels his abdomen and thighs get wet from your continues squirting. He could only look at the whites of your eyes that was rolled back with tears falling more. Your body arched onto his embraced as he bursts his own load in your convulsing cunt to your womb.

With the mess now touching his skin, he could care less, and still kept at his pace. Sliding his dick even after orgasm, he knew to himself he had such stamina he can put to use. Pulling away from the kiss, you begged him. Begged for something he didn't know, all you could utter out were, "please." and his name as he kept going.

Just to see how much more you were going to cry from his cock. From him.

[valdomarx]

Untouchable

Octoberfest day 31: cursed

“Fuck! Geralt! Help!”

Geralt rolls his eyes as Jaskier comes skidding to a halt in front of him. He dreads to imagine what trouble he’s gotten himself into now.

“Something terrible has happened! I had an, umm, unfortunate encounter with a sorcerer.” He blushes, pink creeping over his cheeks. “And he put some horrible curse on me and portaled away, the bastard.”

Geralt raises an eyebrow. “Hmm.”

“And now I can’t touch anyone. Look!” Jaskier holds out a hand to stop a passerby. He goes to shake the confused man’s hand, but the moment their skin makes contact Jaskier gives a yelp of pain and leaps back.

That reaction isn’t feigned, Geralt is sure, even as the man gives them both an odd look and leaves.

“When you touch someone, does it hurt badly?”

Jaskier’s bottom lip wobbles. “It really does.”

He sighs. A lack of touch might be a mere annoyance for him, but he knows it’s more than that for Jaskier. “I’ve heard of a mage who specialises in lifting curses. But he’s all the way in Kovir, and that’s no small journey.”

Jaskier turns big, pleading eyes on him. “Please, Geralt, I’ll do anything. You have to help me.”

As if he could ever refuse him anything. “Alright,” he grumbles. “We’ll head to Kovir.”

-

At first, Jaskier appears as bright as ever. Yet as the days pass, more and more often he chews his lip in a nervous habit, and he rubs his fingers together when people come too close. He smells of anxiety and restlessness.

Each evening, once the dinner has been eaten and the sun has set, they lay out their bedrolls by the embers of the fire. The scent of anxiety is replaced by one of loneliness and Jaskier will curl in on himself, like he’s trying to make himself smaller. It’s sad, how much lesser Jaskier seems to feel without touch.

Geralt is used to being shunned, to going months without a friendly clap on the shoulder or shake of the hand. But Jaskier isn’t, and the curse is taking a toll on him. Geralt wishes he could help, that he could provide some comfort, but he knows right now all he can cause Jaskier is pain.

-

They need coin for their journey, so Geralt takes jobs along the way. He’s on a contract to clear a nest of nekkers and he has, for some unknown reason, allowed Jaskier to accompany him. Jaskier had wheedled and pleaded and in the end Geralt had found himself unable to say no.

It should be fine. A nekker nest is an easy job, and as agile and springy as the creatures are, they’ve no stamina and they’re easy to kill.

That must be why he allows his concentration to slip when he’s approaching the nest, his eyes darting to the side to check Jaskier is safe behind a rock. The momentary slip lets one of the foul little things bounce up to him and sink its teeth into his gauntlet, more of an annoyance than a real threat. He shakes it off with one hand and uses the other to cut more of the creatures down with his silver blade. His gauntlet goes flying, but no matter, he can collect that later.

He rounds on the last few of the creatures who are nickering angrily. As he circles them he sees Jaskier peeking his head over the rock and then creeping closer, trying to get a better look.

Fuck. He kills two of the nekkers quickly, but the last three have picked up on Jaskier’s scent and are eyeing him with interest. Geralt sees two leaning back on their hind legs, preparing to leap at Jaskier and cut him to shreds with their sharp claws.

He has a split second to make a decision: Grab Jaskier and risk hurting him himself, or leave him where he is and watch the creatures go for his chest. It’s no choice at all really, so Geralt sends up a quiet word of apology and grabs Jaskier firmly around the neck with his ungloved hand and shoves him out of the way.

The last two creatures leap into the air, but with their target gone they’re easy prey. Geralt cuts them down with minimal effort and turns, expecting to see Jaskier writhing on the ground in pain.

He’s not though. He’s sat in the mud with a puzzled expression on his face.

“That didn’t hurt,” he says, seemingly mystified. “Well, being thrown to the ground was not the most delightful experience, but when you touched me - it didn’t hurt.”

That is strange. Geralt had been sure he’d triggered the curse.

Jaskier gets to his feet and regards Geralt quizzically. Very carefully, he reaches out and touches his fingertip to Geralt’s bare hand. He doesn’t flinch back or gasp in pain. Instead, he takes Geralt’s entire hand in his own, and a beautiful smile blooms over his face.

“I can touch you! But how?”

Geralt stares down at their joined hands, unsure why he feels unsteady. “Witchers are immune to magic?” he guesses. “I suppose that could be -”

He’s interrupted by Jaskier throwing his arms around him and hugging him close, happy little sounds of joy and relief spilling from him. “Oh, Geralt, thank the gods, I was losing my mind.” He snuggles deeper against Geralt, rubbing his face into his neck and hanging on tight.

“Oh. Well.” It seems the only thing for Geralt to do is to hug him back, so he puts his arms around his shoulders and draws him in.

-

Jaskier keeps touching him all the rest of the day. Whenever he bumps their shoulders or grabs Geralt’s hand, he breaks out into a wide, goofy smile, like it’s novel and fun every time.

Perhaps the curse has worn off? The next traveller who passes them by, Jaskier finds an excuse to stop him and shake his hand. But the moment their hands touch, Jaskier yelps in pain.

He’s still cursed then. But he can touch Geralt. Strange.

And Geralt can’t help but indulge him, even though he knows Jaskier is touching him because he’s the only option, not because he really wants to. He reminds himself that Jaskier would surely rather be off with some pretty lady, not grasping at a crotchety witcher for comfort.

But still, every time Jaskier brushes their hands together and smiles, he feels a little wobbly inside.

-

That night, he watches as once again Jaskier curls in on himself, small and sad by the fire. The further north they travel, the colder the weather grows, and the more distressed Jaskier becomes.

“Hey.” He keeps his voice soft, and Jaskier turns to look at him with big, wide eyes. “Join me?” He lifts a corner of his bedroll and waves him over; an offer, not a command.

Jaskier immediately scurries over and burrows into him, all hands and hot breath and happy murmurs. He settles into Geralt’s chest with a contented sigh, and Geralt wraps his arms carefully around him.

This, at least, he can do. Jaskier will find someone else to warm him soon enough, but for now, he has Geralt.

-

Geralt is on his way back from a job when the sound of raised voices makes him quicken his step. Outside the inn where he’d left Jaskier, he spots a distinctive bright blue doublet in the midst of a gang of angry-looking locals. They’re poking at him and taunting, and Jaskier is gasping in pain.

“Look at this precious little thing,” one of them sneers. “So delicate he can’t even bear to be touched by us lowly folks.”

The man reaches out and grasps Jaskier firmly around the wrist, and Jaskier screams, raw and excruciating. The sound reaches into Geralt’s chest and twists painfully, and he breaks into a sprint.

The next thing he knows, the man is on the ground before him, sobbing as Geralt twists his arm to the point of breaking. The others have fallen back, trying to hide behind each other, and Jaskier stands off to one side cradling his wrist.

“You don’t touch him,” Geralt growls, and the man before him pales even further. “Understood?”

The man nods frantically, babbling apologies, and as much as he’s tempted to break a few bones to drive home his point, he knows Jaskier wouldn’t want that. He drops the man’s arm and snarls, “Go.” He and his friends beat a hasty retreat, leaving the street empty but for him and Jaskier.

“Jask,” he says, and it breaks his heart to see Jaskier so pale, a tear running down his cheek. “Are you alright?” He’s wracked with guilt - he should have been here to protect him.

Jaskier smiles sadly. “I’m fine. My own fault, really.” He reaches out as if to touch Geralt’s hand before faltering, unsure.

He’s clearly in need of comfort, so Geralt pushes his own uncertainties aside and steps closer. He brings up one hand to wipe away the tears from Jaskier’s cheek, and cradles his face as gently as he can. “It’s okay,” he says in the tone he uses to reassure Roach when she’s frightened. “I’ve got you.”

Jaskier blinks up at him with watery eyes, but his smile is more genuine now. “Yeah,” he sighs softly. “Yeah, you do.”

-

Jaskier still insists on performing as they travel, and as much as the thought of him among all those grasping hands sets Geralt’s teeth on edge, he does understand. For all the times that he’s been injured and insisting on continuing to work, it would be hypocritical of him to deny that to Jaskier.

He sways carefully around the tavern as he plays, and to a stranger he’d seem relaxed and at ease but Geralt knows him well enough to see the anxiety in his rigid movements. Each time a hand reaches out toward him he flinches, though normally he’d be luxuriating in the attention.

Each flinch has Geralt’s grasp on his mug of ale tightening, until the wood is groaning beneath his hand and he has to shake it loose lest he crack the mug and send ale flowing over the table.

Jaskier can take care of himself. He’ll be fine.

-

He certainly does seem fine, and by the end of the evening he’s caught the attention of a pretty girl with voluminous curls spilling out from the dainty handkerchief tied around her head. When Jaskier is done with his performance she buys him a drink, and she leans over the table to giggle as they speak in low voices.

Geralt watches from his corner table and scowls. He tells himself his foul mood comes from concern for Jaskier, from worry that this woman might hurt him unintentionally. He almost has himself convinced it’s true.

There’s no point skulking in the shadows all night, he knows, so he finishes his ale and heads upstairs to their room. As he lays down, the bed feels strangely empty without Jaskier’s bustle and scent and colour. Wondering when he became so damn soft, he slips into a meditation.

-

It’s not long before he’s revived by the sound of Jaskier creeping into the room and hurriedly undressing.

Geralt rubs his eyes, dispelling the lingering wooziness. “I thought you’d spend the night celebrating,” he says, trying to keep his voice light. “With that nice young lady.”

In the low light, he sees Jaskier shrug. “It got rather awkward when she kept trying to touch me and I kept having to run away.”

“Too bad.”

“Yeah.” He settles into bed next to Geralt. “It’s just -” Geralt can smell the mixture of exhilaration, arousal, and frustration on him. “It’s frustrating. Wanting something and not being able to have it.”

“Hmm.” Geralt knows that feeling all too well.

“I’m -” Jaskier turns his head away a fraction, and Geralt can see a blush spreading over his cheeks. “I’m not used to going so long without… you know. It’s making me antsy.” He rubs the palm of one hand against his crotch, shifting awkwardly in the bed.

“Hmm.” He inhales again, and the scent of arousal is sharper, more prominent. He rolls onto his side, tentatively places a hand on Jaskier’s thigh. “I could help,” he offers. “If you want.”

He’s expecting to be told no. He’s expecting Jaskier might even push him away, disgusted. He’s not expecting the way Jaskier sucks in a breath, the way the scent of arousal blooms, the way Jaskier squims beneath his hand.

“You’d do that for me?” Jaskier’s voice is breathy.

I’d do anything for you, he thinks but doesn’t say. Instead he places his hand on top of Jaskier’s and guides it to the fastenings of his trousers. Jaskier unlaces himself in a clumsy rush which Geralt can’t help but find endearing, and then he’s working his cock free, rubbing gentle strokes with their two joined hands.

It’s nice like this, where Geralt can let Jaskier guide him, show him what he likes. His fingers tease along the soft skin on the underside of his cock, the delicious slick at the head. As he strokes, Jaskier shakes in his arms, gasping and writhing. When he comes, it’s with a soft, gentle sigh of contentment that Geralt wants to bottle and keep forever.

Jaskier makes a tokenistic effort to wipe himself down with a shirt and collapses back into bed. “Should I…” He chews his bottom lip. “Would you like me to return the favour?”

Geralt’s cock is pressing against his trousers like iron, and Jaskier must be able to feel it. But he didn’t do this with the expectation of recompense. He just wants Jaskier to feel good.

“No, it’s okay,” he says softly.

“Oh,” Jaskier sounds disappointed, almost. “Okay.”

They fall asleep like that, curled up close together, but a feeling of uncertainty hanging between them.

-

In the weeks after that, Jaskier takes to touching Geralt even more. They sleep close together every night, and they find pleasure in each other when they need to. Geralt makes his peace with this unspoken arrangement: he is a hand to Jaskier when he needs it, and Jaskier returns the favour as a politeness.

The first time Jaskier kisses him while they rut together, his heart is fit to burst out of his chest. Trading favours is one thing, but the surge of love and heat and affection that erupts in his chest when Jaskier brings their lips together can’t be denied. He could kiss Jaskier every single night and never tire of it, he thinks. Late at night, as they move together, Geralt feels himself falling.

It’s not everything he wants, but it’s enough.

It has to be enough, because soon they’ll make it to Kovir, and then they can lift the curse, and then Jaskier won’t need him at all any more.

Geralt catches himself wishing that the curse won’t be lifted, and then he’s disgusted at himself for being so selfish.

-

Kovir is beautiful. Sharp, snow-dusted mountains dart up into the sky, and great rivers flow with fresh water through green, lush lands. The city of Pont Vanis is breathtaking, with spire towers reaching up toward the heavens and rich mosaics of glasswork covering every surface. Each new corner seems to hold some elegant delight of artistry, and Jaskier grabs his hand to pull him along each new street to behold some fresh wonder.

But they are not here for gawping, Geralt tells himself, and he steers them toward the address of the mage he’s heard is an expert in curses.

Once inside, the Koviri mage stares at the pair of them.

“A curse, you say?” He raises an eyebrow.

Geralt stands protectively behind Jaskier, ready to leap to his defense should the mage prove troublesome.

“Yes. Whenever anyone touches me, I feel horrendous pain.” Jaskier grimaces. “Except for Geralt. For some reason, he can touch me and it’s fine.”

The mage nods. “I see. Did you perchance anger a magic user?”

“Ahh.” Jaskier looks at his feet. “Well. There was a mage whose acquaintance I made. He seemed… less than happy when I declined his offer of companionship.”

The Koviri mage shudders. “What monsters southerners can be. Cursing someone because they rejected you, what hideous behaviour.”

Geralt is warming up to this mage already.

“Let me see what I can do.” The mage closes his eyes and reaches out his hands, holding them a few inches from Jaskier’s chest.

He opens his eyes again and squints curiously. “Strange. I can’t feel any curse upon you.”

He reaches out, and pokes Jaskier in the chest. Geralt leaps forward, ready to defend his bard from this onslaught, but he’s stopped in his tracks by Jaskier’s voice.

“Huh.” He sounds perplexed, not pained. “That’s odd. That didn’t hurt at all.”

They reason perhaps it’s because the mage is a magic user too, so they bring in the mage’s servant. He touches Jaskier’s hand and again he’s fine. Then they try the washerwoman next door. That’s fine too.

The mage shrugs and smiles. “It seems that the curse has worn off. Some weaker enchantments only last a matter of days.”

Jaskier’s eyes go wide. “You mean… all this time, I’ve been fine? I could have been touching anyone?”

The mage hums, eyes sparkling. “So it appears.” He looks at Geralt, and his gaze is penetrating. “Perhaps it has not been such a loss for you though, hmm? There are many paths to knowledge.”

-

They stagger out into the weak Koviri sunshine and Geralt is consumed with guilt and relief and worry. Surely Jaskier will hate him now. Hate him and leave him, now they’re no longer tied together.

“Jaskier-” he begins, just as Jaskier turns to him to say, “Geralt-”

They stare at each other a beat too long.

Geralt’s shoulders slump. Let the end come if it must. “Go on,” he says, bracing himself.

“Thank you.” Jaskier is giving him that soft, quiet smile that he loves. “For taking care of me.”

That doesn’t make any sense.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out. “I should have known better. I understand if you want to leave.”

Jaskier shakes his head and takes his hand. “Come on.” He leads Geralt toward one of Kovir’s elegant public parks. “Let’s walk.”

-

They stroll beneath a series of wooden archways, woven thick with roses. The sunlight peeks through in dappled spots on the springy grass.

“I don’t regret it,” Jaskier says. “These last weeks. I don’t blame you. You’ve done nothing but try to help me.”

“But you could have been with anyone.” Geralt’s stomach twists at the thought he’s been keeping Jaskier against his will. “You could have touched anyone. Kissed anyone. Found anyone else to bring you pleasure.”

“Oh, Geralt.” Jaskier stops and tenderly brushes a stray hair from Geralt’s face. “I didn’t want anyone else.”

Geralt barely dares to breath. Hope rages within him, frothing and exuberant. “You mean-”

“I didn’t want anyone else then, and I don’t want anyone else now.” He leans in and presses the softest kiss to the corner of Geralt’s mouth. “I always just wanted you.”

His heart feels like it could beat out of his chest. “So you’ll stay with me? Even now?”

Jaskier strokes one finger down his cheek, and his entire world narrows to the joining of their bodies. “Always,” Jaskier promises. “There’s no one I’d rather be with.”