#OH and the bears bit that kept coming up was really funny. THAT felt like a fun campy horror thing that was pulled off well

[agnimybeloved]

i will never understand the appeal of those until dawn type games i haven’t been impressed by any of them 😭 seems like theyre intentionally trying to lean into the absurd and campy stereotypes of horror but its just all of the insufferability and none of the charm 

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day seven: edging kink

>>> i can just see kento being such a punishing dom like i can't help it?? i really hope you guys r enjoying so far! this marks the first week of kinktober <3

>>> starring: kento nanami x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: uh edging probably, possessive nanami, jealous nanami, he hates gojo lmao, one pussy slap, creampie, punishment. >>> wc: 2.8k >>> event masterlist

the way other sorcerers talked about nanami pissed him off. they always spoke about how boring and strict he was, so plain and simple. sometimes they even went so far as to question how he even managed to score you in the first place, much less keep you satisfied. how much more could you insult a man? sure, he kept to himself. he enjoyed keeping his private life private, and there was no harm in that. he found little reward in wearing his heart on his sleeve or bearing all that was important to him out in the open, considering that you were probably the only thing in that category anyway. his friends from school should find themselves grateful they even know about you, but to criticize the way he loves you? that’s intolerable. 

if his friends or coworkers asked you about your relationship, you would gush for hours about how attentive he is, list all the ways he spoils you rotten, sing that you’re the luckiest girl in the world. not to mention your sex life, goodness—he was by far the best you’ve ever had. that’s the best part about a boring mask, looks can be oh so deceiving. nanami was insatiable, and he had so many different moods. he was skillful, tender, and loving always, but that comes across differently in missionary than it does with you bent over the kitchen counter, doesn’t it? your body just so happens to be the cure for all his ailments, any concerns or worries that plague him are usually abandoned once he crosses the threshold of his home to see your sweet smiling face happy to see him. 

keyword being usually. today was especially bad. gojo’s insufferable as always, but now he even has yuji questioning him about you. all planned by the special grade sorcerer, no doubt, but still grating on his last nerves, nonetheless. 

“i didn’t know you were dating l/n-sensei!” yuji says, walking alongside his favorite mentor. gojo trailed them, trying to contain his giggles as he watches nanami’s back straighten. 

he sighs, adjusting his glasses up his nose a bit. “yes. she is my partner.” he says, letting his eyes slide to the side to examine itadori’s perplexed expression. 

“but she’s so—” 

“youthful, exuberant, charming and fun?” gojo interrupts as yuji struggles to find the words to explain his sensei-induced-confusion. itadori nods vigorously. 

“yeah! and she just seems like the type to be adventurous! you guys make a funny pair i guess! i always thought l/n and gojo sensei would end up together!” yuji explains with his signature innocence, no idea how biting that sentence felt. meanwhile gojo just watched with a fiendishly satisfied smile, able to recognize the clenching of nanami’s jaw for the jealousy that it was. and yuji kept going. “they just seem so close! they always laugh at each other’s jokes and eat lunch together!” 

kento’s brow drew up to his hairline at that, the infamous swells of envy stabbing deep in his chest. “oh? i had no idea they were such good friends. you know they say opposites attract. i suppose my maturity is what attracts her to me.” 

he doesn’t fool anyone, not even himself. all he can think about is itadori’s words and the smug expression on gojo’s face when he looked at him. and as tender and loving as nanami is, nothing can calm the jealousy running through his veins. as soothing as your presence is, nothing can keep the anger off of his face when he enters his home. 

your grin dissipates at the sight of his stoic irritation, and you wonder what could have happened at work today to garner this level of rage. he watches as you rise from the couch, where you already have your favorite show to watch together queued and waiting for him, no understanding of why he watched you like a predator. your smile is hesitant now, because you can read him so well and can tell he’s pissed. you approach anyway, taking his coat off with a peck to his cheek. 

“rough day, my love?” you frown, hanging his coat on the hook. he debates on what to say in response. is he angry? of course. at you? moderately, but he knows it’s unreasonable. he knows you love him more than breathing, and he trusts you more than anyone on the planet. but, you also know better than anyone how much he disdains satoru gojo. he’s been a pain in his side since he can remember, and you have quite literally always known that. even in school, you would tease him over his annoyance over the sorcerer. it got worse whenever you started working at the school with gojo. nanami was sure the white-haired menace would flirt with you if only to get under his skin—not to mention the possibility of him actually wanting you for himself. but it wasn’t your fault. you couldn’t help the fact that you’re gorgeous and bubbly and wonderful and all those things gojo described you as. you also couldn’t help the fact that the special grade sorcerer was the only person around that could stir up nanami’s feelings of high school envy and inadequacy. 

but you can help him get control back. 

“go get in bed for me, darling.” he replies, the muscles in his jaw ticking with every passing second. he’s staring through you, in a mental place far away from here. you know better than to question that tone, and the heavy set of his brow coupled with the intensity swirling in his woodsy brown eyes has you nodding obediently. you walk towards your room, feeling his angry stare against your back the entire way. you wonder if this has something to do with you, given just how irritable your fiancé seems. still, you can’t deny the flicker of excitement shooting down your spine as you peel your clothes off. you can hear the click of his shoes approaching as you crawl rather provocatively onto the bed. 

“itadori tells me you and gojo-san are so very close.” he says as he leans against the door way. he thinks it’s so cute how you wiggle your ass a bit to try and get out of the trouble you know is coming. gojo is a sensitive subject, and though you can’t see his face, you can tell by the tone of his voice that he is indeed sensitive about it. a slight fear creeps through your veins, but it tickles a dark corner in your brain. 

“he’s mistaken.” you purr back easily, laying flat on your back to look at him. he’s absolutely brooding, those deep set brown eyes boring holes into yours. he’s roughly loosening his tie, a mockingly amused smile tugging at his tightly drawn lips. you look good enough to eat, and he certainly plans on it. your body is such a treat, all spread out with that deer in a headlights look on your face. he can’t wait to show you why gojo could never come close. 

his brows inch upwards as he slips his tie off and starts working on the buttons of his shirt. typically, that would be your job, but this all played into nanami’s game. you’re already sucking in a deep breath at the sight of his toned and tanned physique, his dark blue button-up falling in a pile on the floor. 

“is that so? gojo himself seemed amused by the notion.” he drawls, the smoothness of his deep tone so silken and even you almost forget the storm brewing in his gaze. you watch his deft hands move towards his belt, undoing it easily as he waits for your next rebuttal. 

“we’re coworkers.” you enforce, looking at him with such surprise in your eyes. you knew kento had his issues with gojo, but you never thought he would seriously doubt you. “don’t be ridiculous, darling, please. you know how much i love you.” 

“and you know how much i hate him.” he spits out in reply, dark clouds covering the room. you gulp in an effort to escape some of the tension, your mind caught in between genuine worry and the heat you feel licking up your body at his possessiveness. you’re struck silent by the weight in his voice, the near growl that comes out. he slides his pants and boxers down in the same push, his erection almost as angry as he is. your thighs start rubbing together automatically at the sight of him, he’s perfect. he’s  long and curved, his hair perfectly trimmed to accentuate his pretty length. “yet i’m told you eat lunch together every day.”

there’s that tone again, that gruff snarl at you for playing right into the special grade’s hands—he’s warned you about this, about gojo’s manipulation. you shake your head in an effort of apology as at last, he pulls his glasses off and sets them carefully on the desk slowly to torture you with the sight of his god-like body. 

“more like once a week–kento please, it’s not like that at all! we lesson plan! he’s just trying to get to you.” you assure, biting your lip to keep from pleading for his touch. you’ve been laying here neglected for ten minutes now, but begging could possibly only make it worse. 

“it’s working.” he grumbles, his hateful stare making the desire multiply in your gut. he was always so tender and caring, but you had a feeling he would be anything but tonight. he sits at the edge of the bed and you subconsciously spread even wider for him. he rests his hand on your shin, rubbing rough circles on the flesh. nanami had to remind himself that you were his, and clearly you needed the reminder too. he lays flat on his stomach, aggressively keeping your legs parted. “always laughing together, hm? i hope you find this humorous, then, my love.” 

you go to respond, to try and sing your innocence one last time, but your feisty lover’s wet tongue silences any protests as it glides through your folds to bump up against your nerve bundle. your legs jerk up a bit in surprise, but his harsh grip keeps them from reacting too violently. normally, between your legs is kento’s favorite place to be after a long day, the ambrosia taste of you was the cure to any and everything, even now, he moans out in satisfaction. this time though has a frenzy to it, his tongue flicking over your swelling clit as his fingers dig into the plush beneath him. he knows the grip will bruise, but he couldn’t be bothered to care all that much at the moment. 

your hands fly to his honey locks, the feeling of his teeth grazing your need skillfully had the knot in your stomach coming loose with every passing second. he’s making animalistic noises as he devours you, the air quickly filled with the sounds of your meek pants. it’s so cute how you rut your hips into his face, desperately trying to chase your high. you’ve always been this way, so addicted to the feeling of his mouth on your sex that your body can’t help but beg for more. he can tell by the sounds that you’re making that you’re close, and he can’t help but grin to himself. 

you tug on his hair a bit harder, your other hand fondling your chest. he’s hungry and rough as he nibbles and laps, and you know you won’t make it much longer. that is until he pulls away, looking stern when your eyes fly open to meet his. you’re pouting already, tugging his hair again. “baby, don’t be mean.” 

he chuckles darkly at the whining, shaking his head. he likely won’t respond either, all part of the torture. you frown even deeper if possible, so annoyed with gojo right now that you may quit your job altogether. 

“kento–” you chide, wanting to fight for your right to cum, but he interrupts you with a harsh slap to your cunt. it makes your body jolt forward and a little squeal tears out of your throat, the sweet pain making your mind a little dizzy. he sits up, tapping his length against your clit now. it still makes you jump a little every time, the hazy look in your eyes after just one denial was so sweet it almost had him rethinking the punishment altogether. “i’m sorry, he’s just my friend, i won’t even talk to him any—” 

he stuffs his cock into you all at once, the burn and surprise making you gasp instead of finishing your sentence. his jaw is still hard set as he puts your knees over his shoulders, not caring about the vicious angle he makes while lifting your hips off the bed. he doesn’t want to hear any apologies, he doesn’t want you to make any promises, he just wants you to be so marked up and unable to walk when you see gojo tomorrow that no one ever questions him again. he plants his foot on the bed and starts driving into you, brutal and quick. his need to claim is obvious, he can’t stand that smug look on his fucking face ever, but especially not in regards to his woman. 

you don’t even have the opportunity to scream, his pace so punishing you can’t form a thought to speak out anyway. it hurts so good, how heavy he feels inside you, the sting from him colliding with your cervix over and over until your eyes are scrunched closed in pleasure. your core burns again, your hole flutters around him so prettily he knows he’ll only be able to go through with this from sheer determination alone. he can tell you’re about to come undone again, the little pants coming from your lips and the way you claw at his forearms is all the evidence he needs. he draws out to the tip, stilling and watching with slight amusement as you whine and pout again, moving your hips in an effort to keep him going.

“so mean to me, baby..didn’t even do nothing, please!” you huff, frustrated with his relentless denial. he knows exactly how to drive you crazy, sending you spiraling quickly. perhaps this is what he needed, to control you utterly and completely, to make you plead for him. “please ken, just wanna feel good, just want my man to make me feel good, i’ll be so good for you, i promise, won’t even talk to him no more!” 

he chuckles a bit, thrusting back in to stop your stupid babbling, as cute as it was. and yes, the begging was a slight boost to his ego. besides, you’ve almost learned your lesson, and he’ll need to let you cum for it to really sink in. he fucks you like he hates you again, turning you to your side, folding one leg over the other to make you his own personal pretzel. it lets him hit so deep you’re almost scared your organs will take permanent damage. you can’t hold back your wails, colorful orbs dancing across your vision as you mindlessly scratch at the headboard in front of you. 

“if you want to cum at all, do it now.” he commands, the roughness in his voice may have been enough to bring on an orgasm all by itself, but you have no problem following his orders with the way he pounds you. you nod because it’s all you can bring yourself to do, squeezing down on him and coating him in all the pent up release you’ve been denied. he quietly groans, dick jumping until he covers your insides. 

“oh darling, you can talk to him. in fact, i want you to. tomorrow, i want you to waddle into the teacher’s lounge and answer all of his questions.”

[titleknown]

KAIJUNE NEO: BABA O'REILY

[A] Oh, hello! 

[J] Uh... hey. Yo.

[A] It's so nice to see a welcoming face in this... Potemkin hamlet. it seems the others are a bit... scared. Why, perhance, did they send you here?

[J] Trailer trash girl, religious family that really got into The Prophet after Mr Krinkle smashed our old house. I like girls, they found out, there you go. Ain't afraid to die cause there wasn't much to live for, prolly why I'm not running.

[A]...I must confess, that's why I'm here too. Liking girls I mean, though I was a preacher's daughter, middle-class. You know, I was going to run away before they sent me here, the way that man was following The Prophet was... terrifying.

[J] Yeah, like, didn't the bible have something in there about not sacrificing your kids for the Lord's favor? Jacob n Isaac or somesuch? There's gotta be some shit about not, say, sending the kids to die at the hands of a giant monster for...

...Cleansing? To stop it eating their fucking houses? The man's words are a fucking mess, never could make heads or tails of it when it was blaring through the trailer at four fucking AM. I mean, not like the people behind The Prophet give a shit what God wan-

[A] I mean, there was the time God sent bears to consume "youths" for mocking Elijah for his baldness. That was very much a scriptural occurence my father placed a direct emphasis on.

But, that was the divine's perogative, not that of humanity, and the record shows you are correct. On both counts...

{A long pause occurs}

[A]...So, they said Mr. O'Reily was coming?

[J] ...{Starts laughing out loud}

[A]- What's so funny?

[J] Just that Mr. O'Reily's a pretty fucking square thing to call it. But yeah, big Baba's coming, I felt the tremors. 

[A] Funny thing, I'd always heard him more associated with rain from the various rumors. I don't think I've ever seen it rain around here this time of year.

[J] I mean, that's alla 'em. It's always the rain with 'em when they're coming. Don't bother running, those freaks The Prophet got with AK-47s are surrounding the place.

[A] I'm aware. I saw one of the bodies. White and gold tactical gear seems like a bit of a... gauche thing to spend your congregation's tithes on. But then, father was always impressed by those who kept up appearances...

{Another long pause. J takes her phone out of her pocket and frowns}

[J]...God dammit, phone's dead. If I was gonna die here, at least wanted to be able to hear my tunes while I did.

[A] Oh! I brought a spare rechargeable battery, you can use it.

{J takes it to charge her phone, smiles impishly}

[J] Yanno, seems a bit weird to have this on ya when you get dragged off to this slapdash sacrifice shithole... ...But thanks.

[A] No problem, and I'm... slightly embarassed to admit it, but I was about to attempt my egress before they took me. Was not expecting the surprise. 

[A] At least they weren't particularly thorough in their checks, though that hardly matters now...

{Another pause}

[A] You know, there happens to be a rumor about 'Big Baba' I had heard, shortly before I attempted my egress.

[J] Que?

[A] He doesn't seem to really attack people. I've heard many reports of colateral damage, of broken buildings and roads, but none of harm to humans. What does your proposition on the subject appear to be?

[J] I... ain't a philosophizer, so I'm just guessing. I think he just wants to live life, his own way. Kinda like what they put us here for. We're all tryin' to get by in this teenage wasteland, monsters ain't no different...

[J] ...'Course, I almost got my leg bit off by Mr Krinkle, so what the fuck do I know about monsters.

{Tremors appear in the background. Raindrops begin falling}

[A]- I think he's moving forward. Would you... be willing to find out. Together?

[J]- Yeah, I think I would

{[A] and [J] hold hands as a great beast emerges from the earth and the rain begins to fall.}

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So, another day, another Kaijune-but-it's-in-September!

I feel I must note that you may be noticing a pattern with the Kaiju names and yes, I'm doing a Jojo thing where they're all named after bands/songs. In this case, it's the Who song of the same title, which inspired the lore ('it's only teenage wasteland' and all that). 

In yesterday's case with Virgin Killer, it was after a Scorpions album notable for its extremely skeevy cover art (Like, legit, yeesh), which I only basically chose because it was the only album name of the Scorpions I could think of, and also it just sounded like a really fucking cool name for a giant scorpion, I think we can agree. And yes, "Rock You Like A Hurricaine" is why they have the weather powers.

Ability Notes: Mainly in the realm of burrowing and the ability to produce sonic vibrations, used mostly for burrowing or causing tremors, but also can be used as a wide-ranged projectile attack. Also can spit a deadly acid, though it's metabolically expensive (As much as such things can be for kaiju), and the strange enzymes can have... interesting reactions with other things.

Bonus Trivia: [J] is slightly pudgy with long shaggy red hair, and [A] is black and almost definitely on The Spectrum. They're both 17, about to be 18 in a few months. They both survive this, but I won't tell you how.

And, in that grand (exceedingly late) Kaijune tradition, this character and all related narrative elements are under a CC-BY 4.0 license, as long as I, Thomas F Johnson, am credited as their creator.

[nyxqueenofshadows]

yakuza 3 (sort of) done! thoughts under the cut cos they got quite long. they're a lot more coherent than my kiwami 2 ones cos i made them along the way rather than in a feverish mess at the end, though ofc they contain spoilers for 3 and ig gaiden??

overall thoughts, it's messy and weird and makes some Choices, but it's not a bad game, and the people who write it off as being shit are, imho, wrong. once i got into it i liked it, it introduced some great characters, had some really fun moments, and i'm gonna miss the morning glory kids (yes even riona).

if you're looking at this like when did you change the difficulty??? the bit where you have to run away from the police at millenium tower, fuck that bit so hard, none of the other chases gave me trouble but that one ughhhhh

also i neglected haruka i'm sorry

the combat is harder and more tedious, and i can see why it puts people off, but i find pulling off the combos and counters way more satisfying as a result. like, i tiger dropped lau ka long to finish that fight and it felt *so* good, way more than ending fights with heat actions or whatever has done in previous games. having said that the blocking oh jesus christ the BLOCKING

it’s the place we get the most on kashiwagi pre-y0 especially kiryu’s opinion of him (including the iconic lines about reimen) so you can’t knock it for that.

rikiya buddy i love you but wtf was that substory with natsumi. actually why is he suddenly a dick in all of his side content???? (i know he’s confrontational and that’s just how he is but idk, smth about how he is in the side content feels different). he’s rude to utabori to his face (despite kiryu repeatedly telling him not to), when he meets natsumi again he’s like yo i kept this necklace why are you in tokyo you don’t fit in here come back to okinawa with me, like ????? she clearly has a life she’s built up there (not a good one, i don’t think, but still) and they might have known each other when they were kids but we never get her side of the story on that, only rikiya’s. idk. it’s one of the first things he says to her, that’s a neon red flag if ever i’ve seen one.

also also during that entire scene in asia, kiryu watches rikiya’s reaction to the dancing the *entire* time. is that a bug of how conversations work or was that a deliberate choice or what

MACK buddy why aren't you in this game more

we had a second majima-no-nii-san! from hamazaki of all people! tho having said that i think he was being sardonic. like, he never says it again, and is generally kind of like that. he’ll use polite forms but he’s never being *polite*. lowkey obsessed with his hand on majima’s shoulder in that scene and what it says about his character and their relationship up to that point and how majima has ended up in this kind of position *again*. kiryu leaving - as it always does - fucked so many people over it’s not even funny.

some of the translations bother me. as an english script it’s for the most part pretty coherent and works well enough on its own, but in combination with the japanese it sometimes deviates in ways that change character moments or even just feel weird. like the addition of the puns in the seven mysteries substories is fun, very ace attorney, but sometimes it feels like they step too far (‘getting tight in your britches!’ for ビビった like ???? even ignoring the japanese what is that supposed to meannnnn)

specific moments i was thinking of were the really early line where taichi is like 晩ごはんまだぁ？ and they add in an unnecessary ‘i thought curry was supposed to be easy!’ in the english which then undermines later when they all sit down to eat and are like カレーだ！ like they didn’t actually know what was for dinner. another one is when kiryu leaves rikiya behind in okinawa and tells haruka that he can’t let him come (in various ways, three times). in the english they shake it up a bit by adding ‘it’s my burden to bear’ WHICH i’ll fully admit flows better and is a very kiryu thing to say but i think it shifts the tone of that scene from worry to responsibility? in a way that doesn’t feel quite right in context of the story as a whole. last one where mine calls kiryu a coward when he’s leaving after showing whatever was left of kanda in that box. again, it flows better and lines up with kiryu’s behaviour in later games but doesn’t feel quite right and i think it changes the point mine was trying to make there. there's also the minefield about how mine expresses his feelings about daigo right at the end. BUT i’m a learner this isn’t my job what do i know. they worked hard and faults aside it’s a fun read and they also had to deal with that fuck-awful section of exposition from the politician so no blame here. it’s not like the other games don’t have this, it just feels especially weird in this one to me.

i loved the little wrestling bit. it’s not perfect but it has the kind of heart and good intentions that makes those sections (and yakuza 3 as a whole) really enjoyable for me.

objectively very funny that the text you get congratulating you on all the revelations is from kaoru, and that she’s like hey your blog was very funny, go see my friend bob utsunomiya for your reward. i know it’s mostly game mechanics to make it make sense but is it not the funniest thing to imagine a. that kaoru knows a bob utsunomiya (how did they meet??? why???) and b. that on her breaks between Mystery Police Stuff she’s refreshing kiryu’s blog like what dumb shit is this idiot up to now asdfghjkl tbf his blog can’t be hard to find, it’s literally ‘day in the life of the dragon of dojima’ it’s a miracle he gets anything done ever with how bad he is at being on the downlow

standing on the morning glory beach, especially in the evening/at night and looking up at the sky while listening to the waves roll in is so calming, the first time i got to do it i stayed there for like ten minutes just chilling

some of the animation is genuinely really really good, like saki’s eyes shaking in fear or kiryu’s cheek twitch when he finds out about morning glory, or mine on finding out daigo's alive. idk how much is the work of the remaster and how much was originally there but i really like it

the last three chapters are such whiplash cos it’s like sad, sad, very sad, bulls! sad, very very sad, sad, jet! thumbs up! sad, sad, ANGRY, there is no change in the plan, sad, sad, on the roof, sad, sad, MACHO, things are gonna be fine! oh wait sad sa- please mr richardson they’re trying to have a moment -d sad sad surprise! murder! surprise! alive! done. you know?

idk if i was just hormonal or emotional but saki calling out to nakahara really got to me for some reason. her first word after years of silence was ‘dad’, and that hit me in a way i wasn’t expecting even tho i knew it was coming.

show us the akimoto/mizuki kiss, cowards

that last section was really fun to play for me (aside from that first little bit going up the first couple of floors of the hospital), the music’s great, the combat had (mostly) good pacing, the fights felt challenging in a good way, yeah i was all for it! reinforced for me how much i like mine as a character and wish we’d got to see more of him (but hey, look, if andre richardson survived the fall...?). like, the moment he realises daigo is still alive - and that he was about to kill the man he love- ahem sorry admired, so much - is seared into my brain.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Rest Your Weary Hands Part 21

Part 20 Snippet 3 - A Real Man

Series Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, protective Ivar, possessive Ivar, smut (oral sex f receiving, fingering, P in V) Ubbe is still the best big brother, Ivar loves his wife.

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Queen Aslaug walks into your little Healers store with one request, help her son. Said to be blessed by the gods, you find your life becoming more and more intertwined with the young prince as you do your best to ease his pain. It will soon be apparent that outside forces have other ideas.

Ivar was awake before you, his hand rested on your stomach. He could feel your skin under his finger, a tiny bump just bearly starting to appear. In these early hours, Ivar often wondered why you were with him. Ubbe kept saying it before you started your relationship, you were smart, kind and beautiful, you had your own money and could easily have anyone but you were with him, a cripple.

He often thought of himself as selfish for staying with you, that he should leave you and let you find someone worth you. But those thoughts were banished as you pressed against him in your sleep, your small hand flexing on his chest made his heart thump.

"How long have you been wake?" Your voice was rough with sleep, "not long. Go back to sleep y/n, it's still early and you need rest." He started stroking your hair and you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer, as you fell back into sleep, Ivar pulled himself out from under you and turned on his side, and tugging you into an embrace. He felt you wriggle deeper into his arms and he wrapped his arms around your back.

"I love you y/n."

You were awoken a few hours later by Ivar gently rubbing your back with his fingertips, "is it time to get up already?" He felt his chest move with a chuckle, "yes dear, our baby needs food." You grunted a hauled yourself up.

"Our baby might want it but I don't know if my stomach will hold it." Ivar put his braces on and went to your trunk, pulling out a dark yellow table, "here, suck on this, I've seen you give it to pregnant women before." You smiled at him and took it from his hands.

"Maybe you could do my job while I'm busy with our baby." Ivar smirked at you, swaging over to pull you into a kiss, "whatever your heart desires."

You walked out of your bedroom together, Ubbe and Aslaug were already sitting down and you could hear the others coming from their rooms.

"Morning." Ubbe lifted his head sleepily, "morning, are you feeling better today?" You nodded softly, "yep, I think I just ate something funny." He looked at you like the liar you were.

"Did you hear about the Earl coming today?" Sigurd sat down at the table next to his mother, clearly ready to gossip.

"No, who's this Earl and why is he coming here?" Aslaug chipped in, "he wants a wife." That made sense, since York fell, most of the Earls and Jarls were looking for wives to ensure alliances.

"Good for him, I have to meet with the builders one final time and then I have to move all out stuff into the spare room so they can start on construction, I don't really have time to fuss over someone, even it's an Earl." Ubbe put his bit of bread down.

"Should you be lifting anything?" You shot him a confused look, "why do you ask that?" He shrugged, "I just figure you and Ivar and starting to think about children, lifting isn't good for your child bearing ability." You chose not to respond to that.

The rest of breakfast went by without anyone questioning, just as you were about to start talking to the builders, you were called away to treat someone who had taken a nasty fall off a horse.

"I'm sorry dearest, you'll have to deal with them all on your own." Ivar pouted, "go off and save lives, you can't hold me responsible for what I add to our room while you're away." You could hear the mischief in his voice, "oh, now I'm worried." With one last kiss, you left.

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You were walking through the market when he came up to you, "miss, miss. Earl Erik would like to meet you." The man was smiling and friendly, "I'm married." That didn't seem to change anything.

"No matter, he would still like to see you." You shook your head but went anyway, as you rounded the streets towards to inn, you were greeted by a mildly attractive man with a false smile.

"You are very beautiful miss, can I ask your name?" you stood there with your hands on your hips, "As I told your friend, I'm married." He looked at your finger and smirked.

"What kind of man leaves a pearl like you to wander the streets by herself?" He was trying his best to charm you, "my husband knows I can care for myself." You really didn't want to continue this conversation. Unbeknownst to you, Hvitserk had run in and got Ivar when he saw you being brought over.

"Wife, where have you run off to?" You turned around and were greeted by your husband's smiling face, "oh hello my love. Earl Erik was just saying that you were a bad husband letting me walk around the market by myself." The man went pale, looking for you to Ivar and back again.

Ivar smirked, all cruel and malicious, "did you say that, Erik? Do you think my wife is unable to look after herself?" He didn't respond, "I'm sorry My Prince. Your wife is very beautiful, I would never allow something so exquisite to leave my sight." Ivar threw his hand over your shoulder, pulled you in for a passionate kiss.

"She is exquisite. However, songbirds don't sing when you keep them caged. It would be a crying shame if I clipped her wings, wouldn't it." Erik had no way to react; if he said yes, he would be admitting he was wrong, if he said no, he would be insulting Ivar.

"That's what I thought. In future, when a woman turns you down, you listen." He stood up, coming a little too close to you, "she never said anything about being married." Ivar knew it was a lie and so did Erik.

Ivar turned dramatically, making a show of walking away before turning on his heel and setting upon the man. The Earl didn't stand a chance, he was already on his back before he had the ability to defend himself and then all you could hear was Ivar's fists landing on the man's face.

"Ivar, that's enough." He didn't stop, you went to pull him off but Hvitserk put a hand softly on your shoulder, "this isn't just about you and Ivar, he has to prove that disrespect won't be tolerated. He'll be fine." You relaxed and soon after, Ivar detached from the man.

"Would you like to try that again?" The Earl spat out a mouthful of blood, "now I see it, she's with you because she's scared you of you." It was your turn to teach Erik a lesson, you picked up a metal jug at swung it at his head. It made contact with a hard clanging thud and he crumbled to the ground.

Ivar chuckled was filled with cruel mirth, "well then, I think I'm going to take my wife back inside, you should leave by tonight."

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Ivar's gaze got progressively more heated as you walked to the spare room, it was still sparse, bare and cold. Ivar waved for you to sit on the bed before going over and stoking the fire, "let's sit and talk for a while so the fire can warm the room. I don't want you getting cold." You ran your fingertips over his cheek, "you can keep me warm." He grabbed your wrist and kissed each fingertip one by one.

"Yes, but I would rather we wait till the room isn't freezing. I know how much you hate being cold." You leaned in and rested your weight on him, "I think we should keep both beds. If we don't use it for our children, I'm sure we can use it for other things." The tone of your voice made it pretty clear what you were thinking of.

"Really, what other things are you thinking of?" You smiled softly at him, "I think you know." He smirked down at you, "hmmmm I do." The fire was crackly softly in the background.

"The room is warm now Ivar." You were reaching up to brush the dress off your shoulder, "yes it is." Ivar put one finger under your chin and pulled you in for a kiss, his other hand came up to remove the rest of your dress off your torso so it pooled around your waist.

"Your skin is so soft." His eyes were locked on your chest, "I can't wait to see you swell with our child." You huffed, "swell is right, have you seen pregnant women. There's going to come a time when I won't be able to put shoes on because my ankles are so swollen." Ivar's fingers were drifted over your breast to graze your nipple.

"Then I'll just buy you bigger shoes." It was clear he was paying more attention to your skin than your voice. You shook your head softly, "I love you Ivar." He smiled and his hand moved from your beast to your neck, pulling you into a kiss.

"Lay down my love, let me take care of you." You did as he asked, pushing your dress off your body on the way, "you already take care of me." Ivar wasn't listening.

He was kissing down your body. When he got to your stomach, he stopped, "I will never be able to thank you enough for giving me this y/n." You reach a hand down to press it to his face, "just being with you is thanks enough Ivar." He smiled against your skin.

"My sweet wife." His lips finally met your centre and your head fell back on the pillows, they were soft, like he wasn't trying to get your anywhere, he just wanted to touch you.

The build-up was steady, when he felt you start to shake under him, he sild two fingers inside you and curled them to hit that spot that made you see stars.

"Ivar, please." He moaned against your flesh and clumsy you moved your hand down to grab at him. He stopped it before it reached its destination on the top of his head, lacing his fingers with yours. You felt his thumb rub slowly along the back of your hand and you could feel the callouses on his skin.

He listened for the catch in your throat then went in like a man dying of hunger. You came violently, holding onto his hand for dear life. He kept touching you softly as you came down, then kissed his way up your body.

He gently spread your knees with his, then slotted himself between them, "do you want this?" You gave him a happy but confused smile, "why wouldn't I?"

He chuckled and slid into you slowly, "you're always so needy for me. You look at every man who crosses your path like he could never measure up to me, do you know what that does to a man?" His hips were moving slowly but enough to make it hard for you to respond.

"No words?" He sped up and you were gasping onto his chest, "It makes me feel like a God amongst men." His hips were slamming into you now, he was grunting and snarling like an animal.

"If you weren't already with child, I wouldn't let you leave this bed until you were." He felt you nails dig into him and you were clenching around him like you never wanted him to leave your body.

"Come one, give me one more." One of his hands left its grip on your body to rub your clit and you exploded, "good girl." He followed you soon after, grunting then collapsing onto you. You wrapped your arms around his body and held him against you, "I'm not crushing you am I? He felt you shake your head under him.

"Good, I can stay like this for as long as you need."

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Ivar stayed on top of you until the aftershocks faded, you were laying in his arms when Sigurd burst in. Ivar threw the blanket over you with such speed.

"Gods, I'm so sorry. Mother is insisting that you come to the table for dinner." You didn't miss the way his eyes lingered on his brother's hand on your belly.

You got dressed and walked out a little while later, "are you feeling better?" You looked at Ubbe confused, "I don't know what you're talking about." He didn't drop it, "Kindra was a little worried, it seems that food is still disagreeing with you."

So he knew.

"Much, thank you for thinking of me." He was glancing at his mother who was struggling not to smile over her cup. You wouldn't be able to hold out on telling them much longer.

Halfway through dinner, Hvitserk stopped you, "you hate that dish, why are you eating it?" You looked over at Ivar who was shrugging at you.

"How long have you guys known?" They acted like you had no idea what you were talking about, "known what?" Aslaug's tone was cheeky, "that I'm with child?"

"AH HA I KNEW IT!" You shook your head, "good for you Ubbe." Ivar smiled and put his hand around you.

"Yes Ubbe, you're always right. When are you going to get married and give me grandchildren?" That shut him up, "I'm just waiting for the right woman." Aslaug tilted her head up him, "so my handmaid isn't the right woman? You've been spending so much time with her that my room hasn't been cleaned in days."

Ubbe broke out into a huge smile, "maybe she is. If I could spend even more time with her I might know for sure." Aslaug waved her hand, "I'll give her tomorrow off then."

She turned back to you and Ivar, "congratulations, both of you. I think we should have a feast to celebrate this wonderful news. I will tell the servants to start the preparations tomorrow."

Sure enough, a few days later the Hall was a hive of activity and people were coming from all over the land. Aslaug said that it wasn't just about the baby and they also had a lot more to celebrate but it was clear she was bursting with excitement.

Ivar was brushing your hair, his fingers occasional scratching your damp scalp, "you are enjoying yourself, dearest?" You nodded as best you could, "yes, it feels wonderful." He chuckled behind you, "good, because I'm doing this as often as I can. Once your round with my child, you shouldn't have to worry about anything."

You turned slightly, "Ivar, I have to be able to live my life. I know you love me and you're grateful that I'm giving you a child but you don't need to baby me." After he was done brushing your hair, he moved to rub your shoulders, "that's fair, but still, anytime you need anything, so matter how small, all you need to do is ask."

Knock Knock

"Can I come in?" It was Hvitserk, "yes brother." He was holding a plate of food, "I brought you something y/n, it's the only thing Kindra has been able to eat when she isn't feeling well."

It was bread with salted chicken and butter, "thank you Vitty, that's very sweet of you." You took a bite, the saltiness really helped ease the constant nausea you were feeling.

"Yes thank you brother." Hvitserk smiled, "I have a lot of competition. If I am to be the favourite uncle, I need to start early." You giggled, "of course Vitty. Although Ubbe also wants to be the favourite uncle, so good luck."

He sat with you and Ivar while you finished the plate then took it with him back to the kitchen. Ivar was rubbing your arms up and down while softly digging his fingers into your sore muscles.

"Your skin is so soft, and I have I told you today how much I love your hair?" You giggled, "you tell me everyday." Ivar smirked behind you, "then let me tell you again, I love your hair. I love how good it smells and how soft it is, I love how is frames your face and the way it moves when you walk." You spun around, putting a hand on his face.

"You are very sweet Ivar, if we are to have a girl she's going to be lucky to have a father like you." Ivar smiled softly, "I can't wait to meet her, she never going to have to worry about anything." You pressed a kiss to his cheek, "she going to have you wrapped around her little finger, we will not be spoiling our child, boy or girl." Ivar huffed a laugh.

"You say that now, but when you meet her, you'll change your mind." You shook your head, "you're so sure it's a girl. if you're wrong, I'm never going to let you forget it." He wrapped his arms around you.

"I'm ok with that."

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The feast was in full swing now, half of the guests were huddled around Kindra and her growing bump and the others were around you. It was nice that all these people had come from far and wide to see you and Kindra and share in your joy.

"How have you been feeling?", "are you tired?", "Is the baby moving yet." It was question after question, mostly from men while their women sat by and shook their heads.

Lagertha and Bjorn had come to see both of you, Bjorn congratulating you with a big hug and an offer to babysit. Lagertha was more excited, fussing over both you and Kindra like you were her daughters.

Ivar finished his conversation and came over to sit next to you, his hand resting on yours, "how are you feeling my love?"

You squeezed his hand softly, "good, a bit sleepy but good." His fingers came up to stroke your face, "then let's head to bed. I'm sure everyone will understand that you need your sleep." You thought for a moment and nodded softly, "I'd like that."

You spent the next little while thanking everyone for coming then made your way to your temporary bedroom, Ivar following close behind. He helped you climbed into bed then pulled you onto his chest.

"Good night wife, I love you."

"I love you too."

Part 22

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[toweroftickles]

Avatar - Stress Test (Tickle Fic)

Kinda-sorta written for @trrickytickle but also for me 😆

“Ugh; I don’t have time for this shit,” Trudy Chacon grumbled.

The ace RDA combat and transport pilot sat uncomfortably on a periwinkle blue medical bed on Pandora’s research bay. She’d already been measured and weighed and fidgeted around as Dr. Grace Augustine looked into her throat, and her sunglasses did little to hide her annoyed expression. This room…the coolness bothered her. She’d always preferred warmer climates and was much more at home on the field of battle than in a cramped doctor’s office with the AC turned up too high. It didn’t help that she was wearing her tank top and beige hiking shorts for the exam, but she still kept her boots on for the moment.

“It’s only a few minutes once every six months; I think you’ll live,” Grace remarked. She brushed a strand of faded red hair aside and marked something on her digital clipboard.

“Should you really be smoking if you’re doin’ this, doc?” laughed Trudy. Grace said nothing and merely inhaled through her nose before stamping out her cigarette. “I’m not even in the Avatar program.”

“No, but you are piloting advanced helicopters at 200mph in an atmosphere humans generally can’t breathe in. So it’s kind of important.”

In truth, that wasn’t the reason Trudy hated getting physicals. The stethoscope made her jump. Her head involuntarily wiggled when the otoscope touched her inner ear…that was a little too sensitive. But when Grace stretched her arm out and removed a blood pressure cuff, her hand gently grazed the skin just slightly under Trudy’s armpit, which caused the army girl to shudder and bite her lip in a helpless grin. A giggly snort escaped Trudy’s nostrils as she flinched, and to her embarrassment, her reflex exasperated the doctor. Grace hung her head for a moment before glancing sternly back at her patient.

“Are we really going to do this again?” she asked. (If a smoke wasn’t going to cut it, she at least felt the need to jab a toothpick in her mouth.)

“No,” Trudy blurted out insistently. “I can do this. Come on.”

The pilot leaned back, her black ponytail brushing against the pillow, and breathed deeply. Nothing was worse than this part.

Her tank top lifted up. Ugh, just get it over with…

Her whole body tensed. Dr. Augustine’s hands bent into terrible claws, pointed right at her…

All ten of Grace’s sharp fingers jabbed deep into the soldier’s belly…

…and squeezed.

No…no! Don’t giggle! Trudy was thrashing already. The cot squeaked and creaked underneath her.

“VVV-VVVVFFFF, Hhhhhhaha! URRRGH!!”

It was those damn nails…Dr. Augustine’s weren’t long or pointed, but they were just barely sharp enough to burrow agonizingly into the skin of Trudy’s tummy. They were grabbing, wiggling their tips and pressing hard on every inch of her abdomen, moving like big spiders.

“Heheh-Heheh; Heheh-Huhuh Heh! Sh-hit, that tickles; Heh-Heh Heh-Heh!”

“You see? This is why I like plants more than people. They don’t laugh when I do this.”

Why, Trudy wondered, did she have to touch everywhere? Above her hip-bones…her sides…oh god, not underneath the ribs… The sunglasses weren’t just to look cool; Trudy couldn’t bear to look in Dr. Augustine’s eyes. Not when she was tickling her like this. Every prod made the soldier girl jump and want to curl up in a little ball.

“HEH-Hn; Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!! Ckkkggghn, Hnhn!! Gahh, this suhucks!! Hn! I-hit…ffff…it is soho hard not to la-haugh, Huhuh-Huh!”

Despite a thick, multi-layered hide of snark and superiority, deep down, Grace caught herself admitting that this whole thing was a bit funny. Watching a hardened military fighter pilot giggle like a schoolgirl…Grace was frustrated, but it almost made her smile. At least, for a moment.

Trudy felt a terrible grip from a hand’s full set of fingers, all five, chomping down in that tender area just between her hip and her inner thigh, and she couldn’t help it…she yelped loudly and flailed around on the cot, and her boot connected with Grace’s knee before either could think. There was an unbearable pause while Grace groaned in pain…now she was annoyed.

“Ugh…if you don’t hold still,” the doctor ordered, “I’m gonna have to make you.”

Uh-oh. A jolt of fear reverberated up Trudy’s back. Not that…not again… she’d experienced that before and knew what it was like. Her wrists and ankles strapped down to the examination table, unable to move while the doctor’s hands probed her every soft spot…Grace always seeming to take as long and go as slow as possible, just to punish her…always giving her an extra reflex test on her feet…the thought filled the shuddering Trudy with dread as she struggled to hold in her laugh. Her eyes were shut, but she could feel Dr. Augustine smiling at her. Two fingers were rubbing slowly in little circles just below her liver…

“PfffVVN!! Hnhn-Hn!! F-HUH-huck, no, stohop it!” she cackled furiously. Her raspy voice crackled with tomboyish energy. It took every ounce of strength she had to keep from spazzing out.

“Oh, get a grip; this doesn’t tickle that bad,” Grace said, almost teasing her, now unable to hide the grin on her face. She was trying not to laugh herself.

God, why is this taking so long?! Trudy was really struggling now. Her stomach bounced and heaved. She slapped the cot. Her eyes were squeezed so tight she could see the swirling colors of the Pandoran oceans in their lids. But as soon as Trudy sneezed out another forced gasp of laughter…it stopped. The constantly-pulsing room around her slowed to a standstill, and the splotches of color stinging her eyes faded. Her tummy ached from all of her constant wiggling, but the abdominal exam was finally over.

“This isn’t going to be a problem, is it? Hmm? You know if screw up my results, I’ll have to start over…” Grace said, visibly stifling a chuckle of her own.

“*whew*…ugh…gimme a sec…just gimme a sec…” Trudy was positively giddy from the tickle torture.

After a brief moment to recuperate, the pilot soldiered through the rest of it as normal. No issues with her nose or finger reflexes, nor any reactions when the little orange hammer smacked her in the knee. (Though she did chuckle a bit when Dr. Augustine traced the hammer along the back of her knees.) Before she knew it, it was finished.

“Alright, you know the drill; come back in another six months.” Grace’s tone was her usual brand of icy, but a little twinkle of mischief didn’t go unnoticed. Trudy was still trying to catch her breath. Tiny rivulets of sweat dotted her flushed back…she was worn out.

“Heh-Heh…you at least gonna take me to dinner first next time?” she scoffed.

“Just be grateful I don’t show the log video of your check-ups to your meathead squadmates,” Dr. Augustine replied with a devious smirk, hand on her hip. “Wouldn’t want anyone to know how ticklish you are.”

Trudy blushed a little and angrily huffed a strand of hair out of her face. As she sat up, her lighter clicked open and a cigarette popped into her mouth.

“Yeah, screw you, doc.”

Half-serious and half-joking, Trudy stood and walked out as fast as her feet would carry her.

[youredoingkinwrong]

Hey! Nice to see you active again. Something you posted in one of your other answers had me wondering. I loved the animated Star Wars series "Rebels" especially the mystical side of the Force as revealed later in the series. My wondering was about that aspect of their universe and if you have experienced any of it, or in a way different from what was depicted. Those episodes were often my favorites and fascinating to me because I love mysticism. It often adds a wonderful kind of mystery to any story, and a kind which doesn't really have to be explained to be accepted.

You can reply whenever you like. I'm sure I'll see it. Take care.

Hello hello! It’s very nice to be back (and to see you again)!

It’s funny, it’s been years and years since I first watched Rebels. I actually never watched the last season, which I am hoping to rectify soon! But I do think I remember what you’re talking about - the Bendu, and that kind of strange manifestation of the Force. 

When I first watched the show, I remember just kind of immediately disliking the Bendu I can’t remember why for the life of me, but I assume I’ll find out soon enough once I actually get there in my rewatch. 

... I actually just searched up “Bendu” on my main blog and found about thirteen different posts complaining about him and detailing why I didn’t like him, and really kind of refreshed my memory omg. And it’s not because I dislike the mystical aspects of the Force! In the Clone Wars animated series, one of my favorite arcs is the Mortis arc which is frankly even more weird! I love the stranger and more complicated stories about the Force, because they make me think harder than the rest - it’s always a mix of “Was that real?” and “That seems like total bull.” and “Oh son of a bitch everything’s real” 

But I’m incapable of being succinct when it comes to talking about the more mystical, difficult to believe aspects of the Force - so if you’ll bear with me, I’d like to put the rest of this under a cut for everyone’s sake.

My original gripe with the Bendu was the fact that, at least from my memory, it was straight-up not possible to “mix” the light side and the dark. It was possible to use them both at the same time, once, a long long time ago (and in the sequel trilogy they do exactly that, since the healing technique used in the Rise of Skywalker is technically a dark-side move), but it just wasn’t something you actually mixed together. It frustrated me because the narrative at the time felt very much like it was saying “this is the true correct way to use the Force, the Sith and the Jedi are too blind to see that” which... well! Perhaps I am just still a little bit upset that tens of thousands of Jedi were murdered by the Sith, and I dislike the near-implication that if they just used the Force “correctly” then none of that would have had to happen.

It’s a similar reason why I hate the theory that “true balance” means having an equal amount of Jedi and Sith out in the galaxy, because the Jedi were originally just a group of people who sought to protect and defend people who could not help themselves (and in doing so ended up being used as pawns by a Republic that did not care for their true goals), and Sith, you know, kept trying to keep the entire galaxy under their rule. The people who studied under Bogan’s power did not necessarily mean for that to happen - after all, not every dark side user is a Sith - but the nature of the dark side, and Sith in particular, is that if you are not careful it eats you up and spits you out, and you are a shell of what you once were. It is dangerous. It is the anger that sharpens your tongue or curls your fists and makes you do something you truly don’t want to do. It is the power that feels righteous in the moment, but when the fog clears you see you’re no better than those who hurt you. Letting that sensation rule you hurts, it isn’t good for you, and that is why it’s not possible for it to be “mixed” with the light.

As a Jedi, I did try to keep my darker emotions in check. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel them - I very much did - but I didn’t let them control my actions. When you have the power to snap someone’s spine with the power of your brain, you do have to be careful not to actually do that. Maybe it wasn’t as simple for other Force users, I know us Skywalkers were unfortunately built different. Using the Force came as easily as breathing to us. Looking back on it now, the best way I can describe how I used it would be by calling it a magical placebo effect - if I thought I was doing it right, I was. There were not many Jedi around to tell me it was impossible to do something. 

Obi-Wan himself did describe it best in the second “From a Certain Point of View” novel: 

“In his early days of training, Anakin had always been so tentative in speaking about the Force, like it was a word in a foreign language whose meaning he still wasn’t entirely sure of. With Luke, there’s no hesitation. Even though the concept was only introduced to him a few years earlier by a stranger he had previously believed to be a hermit gone half mad from sun exposure. Now, when he needs a reason to go, the Force is telling him exactly what to do, like it’s a guidebook I’d been recommending to him for years but he’s pretending he found all on his own. That’s not how the Force works, I think, and resist the urge to rub my temples, a habit Anakin had always teased me about.”

Ignoring for the moment how Obi-Wan absolutely dragged me for filth there, he’s more right than he knew - that isn’t how the Force works. But because that’s how I believed it should work, it did. And because neither Obi-Wan nor Yoda really sat me down and explained to me with painstaking clarity how it worked, I never really had that same trepidation that Anakin felt as a young boy suddenly surrounded by thousands of people who knew more about this mystical energy force than he probably ever would. Had he been in my position, with only a handful of Jedi left in the entire galaxy, he probably would have been much more brazen about using it, too. And it would have worked.

I didn’t realize the Force was weird around me until I met a lot more Force users. Ahsoka, Cal, Cere, hell I even think Kyle Katarn? Possibly Ezra as well. There was a reason Palpatine was after our family more than anyone else. We alone had a different connection to it. 

So, you know, I had to be careful. I didn’t live in fear that I’d be snapping necks left and right if I was in a bad mood, but I also just didn’t want to let it any of it take root. 

The way I see it... the dark side was primarily about weaponizing your emotions to control the Force. Canonically, we only see them utilize the baser, “darker” ones such as anger or hatred, usually brought about by immense and constant torture. The light side, on the other hand, was more about listening to the Force, discerning what it wanted, more reminiscent of a symbiotic relationship. On a base level, trying to mix those two schools of thought just doesn’t compute to me. Perhaps in other timelines, other galaxies a long time ago in a place far, far away, but not the one I come from. 

It is, however, possible to use kinder emotions in conjunction with the Force. Love, joy, hell even contentment - on their own, emotions are never evil. It is when you use them to bend the Force, or other beings, to your will, that is when it turns dark. But I used love when I saved my father - my anger was too terrible when he first threatened to turn my sister, and it was only after I saw his arm - so much like mine - that I loved him so much, and anguished over his pain, that I forced myself to stop. I always thought Anakin would have had an easier time as a Jedi if they had allowed him to focus using things he loved, if they had taught him how to love in a healthy way. 

I don’t think the old Jedi were unequivocally in the right. They had been stagnant for so many years by the Republic’s side, they had forgotten their true mission. It does not mean they had to be wiped out. It does not mean they were using the Force incorrectly. It just means that when I established my own Academy, years and years later, I did it as far away from the New Republic as I could. We were not beholden to any government. I only trained Force users to wield their powers safely, and I bestowed upon them the title of Jedi Knight if they so desired - but what was more important to me, I think, was bringing up a generation of Force users who wanted to help others. Who used love and empathy to protect and defend. 

Now, I don’t know for certain if I ever met any manifestations of the living Force (aside from the ghosts of my family - Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Yoda, who were all Very Opinionated about how I ran my Academy). I am, however, at least 90% sure that somehow, I did meet the Jedi Council during the height of the Clone Wars, due to some convoluted and complicated Force... thing. It didn’t change my timeline, but I like to think debating (read: arguing) with them helped save at least one galaxy. 

As a side note: I started reading the Thrawn trilogy recently! I’m about halfway done with it and the way Luke describes the Force just feels so accurate to how I felt it. It’s very fun, I’m glad I’m reading it! I might just write up a hugelong post comparing it and the sequel trilogy vs. what I know of my own timeline eventually. 

[allhailhu4l]

J3t x Charlie Short Fan Fic

"Words Hurt" a Hollywood Undead short fanfiction.

(Side note: I know Deuce is a bit of a bad guy in the story. I do not hate Deuce I actually love him.)

Contains Mature Language! Ship: J3TxCharlie

Charlie

It’s been two hours since the argument between Johnny and I had ended. I decided that I was going to be the bigger person and walk away. I lay lazily on the couch because I refuse to sleep in the same bed as Johnny. He’s in the wrong and he knows it, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I hear him admit that he is wrong. The argument ended when he knocked me on my ass and said: 

“Somedays I wish Deuce would come back, if he ever did, I would kick your stupid ass out of this band in a motherfucking heartbeat.”

Usually his insults and threats don’t phase me, but that one sentence on its own was enough to silence me. After that I chose to walk out before I said something back or god forbid throw a punch back at him. I was not in the mood to poke the bear, hell, I’d probably end up in the emergency room. 

When I had returned from a walk and cooled down I saw my blanket and pillow were thrown on the couch. Of course he had to take the bed. Jerk. The clock on the wall read: 1:25am. It’s really late and I know we have rehearsals in 9 hours, I guess it’s time to call it a night. Just as I got settled down I had a wave of song inspiration hit me like a truck. Admittedly I was kind of excited because I hadn’t got a wave of inspiration for quite a while. 

The left side table drawer is where Johnny usually kept the band’s song writing notebook for such occasions. I guess you really never know when inspirations and ideas will come to you. I grab the notebook flipping past previous songs and Funny’s doodles. I found a clean page and began to write out whatever lyrics were pouring out of my brain. 

After what felt like hours of writing I decided to officially call it a night. I dropped the notebook onto the coffee table, I didn’t really bother to put the notebook away in the rare case I got inspiration again. I lay back and let my body drift off to sleep.

Johnny

I open my eyes only to see pitch darkness. The digital clock sitting on the dresser illuminates the time: 4:45 AM. 

…Why am I awake…?

Out of habit I reached over and let my arm drop to the side expecting to feel a warm lump sleeping beside me but all I felt was a cold empty space.

“Oh yeah…” 

I momentarily felt absolutely stupid for forgetting we had an argument last night. 

I remember it clearly now: I was very angry because he got a message from one of his family members who kept giving him shit about how they weren’t informed about the relationship that we are both trying so hard to hide. He didn’t admit it but I think he ran his mouth but then he started defending said family member. 

When we became a thing I told him that we needed to keep this relationship a secret for the sake of the band as well as the fans. He kept arguing with me, telling me that he was gonna confirm everything regardless of the consequences. 

I tried with all my might to convince him to stay quiet because when he was dating Deuce, the bastard nearly tore him apart. He told everyone and their mother about the “abusive relationship”, making Charlie look like an asshole. I see why he wants to make it public but I was not going to let his reputation that we worked so hard for years to rebuild go down the shitter again. 

Our screaming match went on for an hour complete with beer bottles being thrown and pictures being broken. I told him that if Deuce came back I’d let him back in and kick his ass to the curb. I lost my shit when he called me toxic. My anger had taken control and I swung. I felt my fist connecting with his face. I must’ve hit him pretty hard as it made him fall back. When I saw the hurt and tears in his eyes I stomped upstairs to the bedroom. 

I can hear my own hurtful words repeat in my head. I said it to him out of anger in the heat of the moment with no real meaning behind it, I think it hurt Charlie though. I know he likes to act and look like a tough guy but I am the only one who knows that deep inside he’s a very insecure and self conscious person who’s been hurt one too many times. 

I remember Deuce used to take his insecurity and use it to his advantage. He was constantly harassed and hurt. I made a promise to Charlie when we got together that I wouldn’t do the same. Then again… here we are.

I absolutely hate to admit when I’m wrong but my guy doesn’t deserve this or need to deal with my bullshit. This one is on me.

I decide to get out of bed and walk to the living room, turning the lights on in a dim setting just enough for me to see the room. On the couch curled up in a ball fast asleep is Charlie, his eyes and nose are red and puffy assuming he had been crying.

The band's song notebook laying open on the coffee table caught my attention and it looks like he wrote a verse: 

I broke it all and I put it to test, put your hand to mine and feel this emptiness. There's no beat in my chest cause there's nothing left, no it ain't goodbye, it's a last caress. What's another dream? You can hardly sleep. Can you believe bad things only happen to me? God knows one day you will finally see that scars will heal but were meant to bleed. Did you realize I would lie for you? Please, have my last breath, I would die for you

I know I'm no good, but my heart beats true. You know I'm gonna fight, though I might be scared to lose…

I felt tears well up in my drowsy eyes as I read the last sentence. I know I fucked up and I don’t think anything I will say to Charlie from this point on will fix this. I know he’s not gonna let his guard down for a while and I understand. 

I set the notebook down on the table and kneel next to the couch. I reached over and gently brushed his brown hair with my fingers, making him stir a bit but he didn’t wake up. The second time I grazed his cheek wiping a still tear away with my thumb. He slowly opened his eyes. 

“Good Morning…” I quietly greeted him.

As expected without saying a word he scowled at me and flipped to his side. I know he’s pissed off at me but I couldn't help but smirk. He is adorable when he’s mad. 

“Can you move a bit?” I ask nicely as I stand to my feet and squeeze myself in the narrow space between him and the outside of the couch, then wrapping my arm around his waist.

“Get off me…” He groggily whines. 

Ignoring his protest I cuddle his back resting my head on his and chuckle when I earn his annoyed groan. He tries to wiggle himself free from my hug but loses. He gives up his struggle and allows me to wrap both arms around him.

“I’m sorry…” I whisper in his ear before giving him a few kisses on the nape of his neck and his face. 

He groans again. I see tears starting to drip from his eyes and run down his nose.

“You can apologize all you want. I’m still mad at you, you fucking bitch…”

I laugh giving him a tight squeeze. He knows my method of making up is hugging until he forgives me. 

“That’s fine by me but neither one of us are getting off this couch until you forgive me. Whenever you’re ready.”

He sighs.

“Fine I forgive you, now stop squeezing me before I turn blue.”

I smile and latch onto his shoulder giving him a surprise love bite. He taps my face with his hand.

“Ow.. now I have to hide that you dick…”

I laugh and readjust myself so we are both lying comfortably on the couch in a big cuddle. He rests his head on my chest and pulls the blanket to his chin. 

“I’m sorry too. I’ll keep my fucking mouth shut about us. I need to consider your feelings too.”

I brush his hair with my fingers.

“I forgive you. I was just looking out for you because of what happened with Deuce. I’ll make a deal with you: if you want we can tell the guys but in public we need to keep it low key. Deal?”

He nods as he slowly starts to doze off. I wish I could pause time for just a few minutes so I can really enjoy this moment. If someone told me months ago that I would end up dating Mr. Charles P. Scene, I’d say that they’re tripping balls. Here we are and I am still mad in love like I was when I first confessed my feelings to this guy. He’s my bandmate, best friend, and the love of my life. 

The sound of Charlie’s muffled snoring was bliss to my ears. Just like a lullaby the sound of his snores and quiet breaths eased my mind and I dozed off. 

Danny

It’s 9:30 am. J-Dog, Funny, and I are in the studio with a massive box of breakfast burritos waiting for Johnny and Charlie. We all tried calling their phones multiple times with no success. I groan when I hear Johnny’s voice mail I decide I was going to leave a message:

“Dude where the hell are you and Charlie? You two were supposed to be here at 9AM and it’s 30 minutes to 10. Rehearsals are at 10:30! If you don’t get here soon our manager will be having a coronary.”

I had a thought come to me as I hung up. Charlie texted me last night and said that he and Johnny had a heated argument last night. My mind automatically assumed that Johnny went ape shit and might’ve severely hurt him. I immediately grab my keys. 

“Come on guys, let's go see what’s going on.”

J-Dog eagerly follows me. Funny grabs the burritos and tags behind. We drive to Johnny’s house and see both of their cars in the driveway. I had been fearing that I’d find Charlie in such a bad condition that my hands were shaking and I could barely maintain my grip. 

I finally got the door unlocked and it swung open. Funny and J-Dog push past me to search for the two bandmates. I observe the broken beer bottles and picture frames in the entry hallway, proving that Charlie was right about saying the argument had gotten heated. 

“Charlie? Johnny?” I call out looking for any sign that they are nearby. J-Dog waves to me from the living room doorway.

“Danny. They are here. Look at this.”

I cautiously stepped in and took a deep sigh of relief. They are perfectly fine. They both were cuddled on the couch fast asleep. Johnny has Charlie in a hug and it looks like he has a small smile on his face.

No surprise that Funny stood to the side taking pictures of the two with his phone.

“Oh this is so going on Instagram.”

J-Dog and I just stand in the room awkwardly looking at them then at each other. 

“So… should we wake them up or…?” He whispers rubbing his neck with his hand. 

“Danny? Did you know they were a thing?”

I shook my head. I was just as confused as he was. I haven’t got a single clue that these two were dating, more power to them for keeping this under wraps for however long they were dating. I had mixed emotions about finding out like this. I was happy assuming that they’re happy together and Johnny didn’t commit murder. However I was a bit mad that they kept this a secret. All jokes aside, they should know that the rest of us will be happy for them and support them. It’s what friends do. 

I sigh.

“No, let them sleep. I’ll call our manager and tell her to reschedule rehearsals.”

J-Dog nods and drags Funny with him as they go out to the car. I know that later today we will need to have a long awkward discussion since the cat is out of the bag, but for now the two love birds can sleep peacefully. I wouldn’t want to take this moment away from them. 

[dustward]

I suppose I should start part 2 with a description of my playstyle. Dex build, as always with my blind runs of FromSoft games, at least since my second of them. 90+% melee only (curved greatswords preferred), with shields only coming out to test who can be parried (rarely utilizing for boss attempts), and a bow for enemies too far to reach with my blade. On that note, my played order is Dark Souls 1 -> 2 -> Demon’s Souls (PS3) -> Dark Souls 3 -> Elden Ring. There’s no doubt I’ll play Bloodborne someday, even if I have to go the PS4 route. Sekiro I’m waiting on... because of its publisher. Don’t care how long I have to wait for That Guy to be ousted, but that’s the choice I made there. ANYWAYS, back to gushing about Elden Ring.

Before I forget, my main weapon was the Bloodhound’s Fang, which I used in 2H fashion after finding it in the Limgrave area I believe..? Didn’t experiment with a second weapon till after finishing the Capital area and using its boss’s.

While it felt a bit spoilery to have a bunch of loading screens show important locations, it made for a nice treat when you finally found a particular sight, or a particular character. Similarly, it felt so rewarding, at least to me personally, to analyze an area and be able to spot offbeat paths leading to catacombs, mines, and the like. This is a kinda mindset I’ve held for a while, and the last game to really reward me for such an approach was Noita. It was nice to see a 3D game capture this feeling despite the limitations of no climbing. A jump button added so much, and yet it felt balanced. I was able to use Torrent to climb up walls I shouldn’t have, but at best it led to amusing predicaments where I couldn’t get high enough to sequence break something, but was high enough to have the ground now be far, far below me.

Despite the constant assurances, I kept doubting! I kept thinking “oh there’s no WAY they’ll let me get over there” and then I found myself over there with enemies or an item to grab. Hardly an ounce of ground, of world, felt wasted. And the parts that were, honestly weren’t wasted at all in the greater scheme of things.

By the time I was ready to explore the Altus Plateau I had another moment of underestimating the game’s scope. The Volcano area hid its size very well. To think there was such verticality in this game. I really appreciated how late into the area the map was, it really baited me into a much longer session than I’d intended the evening I decided to tackle it. The windmill village afterward was another reminder that this game had no shortage of surprises in store that weren’t simply the next dungeon or mini-dungeon. First impressions on some of these fights do feel important, and I’m glad I fought Elemer before finding a single bell-bearing hunter. Godefroy should be a disappointing rehash of Godrick, but it was too funny for it to be one.

After this whole region (except for the Volcano Manor which I didn’t notice the secret wall for at first haha....), was Caelid and Dragonbarrow right after that. Was too late for Radahn to be a fun fight at this point sadly, even when soloed, but it felt like just the right time to comb through Dragonbarrow (which is to say I felt slightly underleveled still).

It’s surprising to me how much variety the catacombs offered, in a slowly incrementing fashion. Perhaps some might have found them a bit samey and at times unnecessary, but I enjoyed combing each and every one of them for their secrets. Mines were a good aesthetic and having an idea of the expected reward in smithing stones to purchase made finding them doubly a treat. Graves.. those damn chariots..... thankfully those were rare.

Nearly every character felt like they carried weight, same as always, but special shoutouts go to Gideon for their monologues, Blaidd for their demeanor, Ranni for... well, I love witches alright? AND THE TURTLE POPE. Rya..! I could go on but you get the point.

The Radahn festival is a cool idea that works as a twist this one time, instead of a major dungeon. The realization of a minor dungeon located within this area’s divine tower felt like a nice bonus and a way of making up for that in turn, though I kinda wished that one was a bit bigger. It’s at this point I cite my displeasure for the artist painting that takes you to the underside of Dragonbarrow. Also, in general, the dragons of this game felt rather weak compared to previous Souls’ dragon fights (not all of them, mind you, just most).

And to counter that displeasure was finding a catacombs in the area you fight Radahn. So many pros outweighing the cons, hah... And then there was the exploration of the Beast Clergyman’s cliffside area. So much tucked away. It’s easy to imagine most missed many of these side paths as well, given they’re not tied to achievements. Special treats of experiences to share in with a condensed group of players. Off to Leyndell..

[aemonds-sapphire]

Fire Meets Gasoline - Dabi x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Sex with Dabi rarely goes as expected, and that is exactly why you can’t get enough of him.

Warnings: NO MINORS! NSFW. Pure filth (seriously). Cumplay. Quirkplay (? Is this a thing? Basically just Dabi heating up his hands and using them on you), Cockwarming. Creampie. Vaginal fingering. Overstimulation.

Word count: 4.8k

If you had to pinpoint the exact moment when you realized there was no escaping Dabi, it would most likely be the first time he kissed you.

After a month of denying and suppressing how attracted you felt towards him, you finally caved in.

You would potentiate each other just like when fire meets gasoline. It started off as a gentle flame, but it soon increased in both size and intensity.

The young man was filled with anger and was the embodiment of pain and sadness, but you were equally as broken. He hadn’t expected you to retaliate the poison that would drip from his mouth.

What Dabi had failed to consider was that you knew exactly why he was keeping people at bay. He didn’t necessarily hate everyone. But anyone could become a threat.

So he’d rather push people away.

What he had also not considered was that fire needed oxygen to burn. And that most of the time, the walls we build around us aren’t meant to keep others out. They will just fence you in.

You could bear him being cold to you as a defense mechanism, but he couldn’t deny his fiery nature for long.

“Beautiful...”

There was something so innately blissful about having Dabi cracking his hardened surface to display this beautiful side of him.

It would have your heart fluttering and your breath coming out in shallow pants as you experienced having his vulnerability be given to you.

“So. Beautiful.” He went on, accentuating his words with gentle kisses along your jawline.

You allowed your fingers to rake across his scalp, feeling his soft hair tickle your skin.

“Do it.”

He knew exactly what you meant by that. His quirk was powerful and dangerous. You had had the opportunity of witnessing him go berserk with rage and cast his trademark blue flames around his targets. The heatwave that had hit you was surely enough to have you jolt in fear. Dabi had to live with the consequences of not being able to control himself when using his quirk. All the patchwork across his body was licking proof of that.

However, the sense of danger had adrenaline rushing through your veins, and feeling the feared villain light up his quirk just enough to warm his hands was definitely an aphrodisiac.

Dabi stopped and pulled back, beautiful turquoise eyes meeting yours. He was truly breathtaking. No scar in his body would ever be able to take away from how handsome he was.

He flashed a boyish grin at you — one that you had grown to adore — and you felt the mattress shift lightly as he positioned himself between your legs.

The sight alone was enough to send sparks rushing down your spine. Dabi took his sweet time admiring the view, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“See something you like?” You teased as you spread your legs farther apart.

He ran the palms of his hands slowly along your thighs, his eys lingering on your panties. “Pull them to the side, doll.”

You took a deep breath, knowing fully well what came next. He was too fucking good at this, and he was aware of that. Sex with him just felt like a whole new experience each time since he refused to stick to patterns. There was always something new, and that just added to the thrill.

Too bad you weren’t feeling like complying with his demands.

“Do it yourself.” You shrugged, slowly adjusting your panties to further accentuate your pussy lips.

You should know better than to challenge Dabi, but quite frankly you didn’t give a fuck, because it would just work in your favor in the end.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warned, keeping his voice calm, but his hands betraying the impatience as the grip on your knees increased. “Push them to the side... now.”

“Make me.”

Too bad Dabi wasn’t feeling like complying with your demands either.

Even though his room was poorly lit, the moonlight was more than enough to make you your jaw clench when his brought one hand to the waistband of his sweatpants.

Oh, he was fucking cruel.

Another teasing smile danced on his lips as he noticed your eyes glued to his crotch. You were too weak for this man. There was no way around it. No matter how hard you tried to prolong the mouse and cat game, you always caved.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his hand, especially when you saw it grip the growing bulge that he squeezed lightly.

“Seems like we have an issue, then, doll,” he chuckled, giving his clothed cock a few pumps. “‘Cause the way I see it... you really want this, uh?”

It took two to tango, so you tugged on the your panties once more, feeling the damp fabric rub against your clit and making you wince. You had underestimated his ability to have you dripping for him.

Your panties perfectly outlined your pussy lips, a silent invitation to the hungry man before you who wasted no time in dragging one finger along your covered slit.

“Doll...”

You flashed a devious grin while arching just slightly. “No.”

He had his other hand tightly gripping his cock, and you could see a discreet wet spot staining his sweatpants.

The scenery had you licking your lips in anticipation. “Let me see your cock, then.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “You first.”

One of you would have to give up first, and there was only so much resistance you could pull off when it came to Dabi leaking precum because of you.

You hooked one finger around the lace of your underwear, painfully slowly pulling it to the side, the wetness clinging onto the fabric.

A low growl erupted from him. “Fuck.”

He pressed on your clit with his thumb just so he could hear you moan for him. It was swollen enough to be seen through your pussy lips, and that drove him crazy. The ultimate proof that you wanted him was at the tip of his fingers, quite literally.

Your eyes instinctively closed as he continued teasing you, spreading wetness along your folds. It came with no surprise that your hips would involuntarily buck against his hand.

“Dabi...”

“Look at me,” he asked, his voice visibly strained as he circled your clit back and forth with the pad of his thumb. “Open your eyes.”

You did as you were told, and, through hooded eyes, you found yourself staring at him dragging the waistband of his pants down, successfully freeing his hard cock.

He halted his ministrations at once, only to have your entire focus on him.

Just as you had imagined, a few strings of precum were dangling from the tip, and he gave his cock a few pumps just to squeeze more from him.

Dabi positioned himself closer to your pussy in order to have his precum drip directly onto your clit.

You bit back a whimper as his thumb mixed the liquid with your wetness. “Dabi... oh my—“

The word died in your throat as you felt the tip pressing against your entrance. Was he that horny to jump right into the main course?

He sighed. “I really need to fuck you.”

It was crude and it surely wouldn’t win any awards as the most romantic declaration ever, but it did win points in getting your pussy to clench as more wetness spilled from you and coated him.

He applied just enough pressure to have his tip slide inside you. “Let me fuck you... please.”

The urgency in his voice had you melting. How could anyone resist this request?

He leaned over, brushing his lips with yours, but keeping his hips in place. You threw one arm around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. You could feel both hand gripping your things, and you figured it was taking all of his willpower not to slam his cock fully inside you.

But what’s life without a bit of fun, right?

Dabi hungrily suckled on your tongue, but you felt him freeze in shock. Both his eyes shot open and he gasped.

Oh. You loved it whenever you were able to get that reaction from him.

So you did it once again.

And he shuddered.

He was panting heavily as you contracted around his tip. Despite your heavy state of out, you still had a few tricks up your sleeve.

“Fuuuuuuuck....” his voice was coming out in broken and deep breaths.

Self-control definitely wasn’t Dabi’s forte, and you knew that you were playing with fire. Literally. You suddenly felt his palms heat up against your skin as the grip on your thighs tightened.

“Let... me...” He breathed, his face dropping to the crook of your neck. “Just...”

The safest course of action would be to indulge his request, but you also wanted to help him build up the ability to control himself once he got pushed over the edge. He had even asked this of you not long ago. It was hard for him to hold back when using his quirk against heroes and even harder when facing his father. So Dabi craved to be able to do so when having sex with you.

“Reign me in...” He had once asked of you.

He started licking and taking a few bites off your neck, the warmth of his hands never wavering.

You brought on hand to his face, carefully caressing the metal rings that traced his skin.

“How badly do you want it?” You asked him, squeezing around his tip once again. In reality, you knew exactly the answer to that question. His desperation was answer enough.

But you were now treading on a dangerous territory.

His teeth dug into your skin before he let out a moan. “Let me fuck you...”

You angled your hips in order to have him slide out of you. “Tough luck, Dabi. Control yourself better.”

The grin on your face widened when a pair of angry eyes met yours, and the heat coming from his hands increased ever so slightly.

He wasn’t smiling.

Well. Fuck.

He pushed his own hips to meet yours again, but this time he had his cock placed directly between your soaked folds and rubbing up against your clit.

Your grin dropped in an instant, and a he let out a satisfied chuckle. “Not so funny now, right?”

Dabi kept on sliding his cock up and down, coating it in your juices. The wet sounds that filled your ears were enough to have you fists the bedsheets, and it served as a further incentive for him to keep on teasing you.

One hand was placed directly beside your face so he could support himself as the other went to join his cock. The heat coming from is fingers was maddening and he pinched your clit, trapping it and sending jolts of pleasure across your entire body. Goosebumps prickled your skin as you felt a heatwave reach your cheeks. It wasn’t just coming from your own body’s reacting to the stimulation, but also from his own hand.

“Where’s that pretty smile now?” He rasped, focusing on your face twisting from bliss, otherwise he might let his composure falter.

“Dabi... fuck... fuck...”

It was really taxing having to keep his quirk at bay and only allowing a certain amount of heat to flood the palms of his hands. It took a lot from him to having to exert so much self-control. It was twice as demanding having to keep his dick from plunging inside you.

“What do you want, doll?”

“Please... just...”

Not so amusing now that the tables were turned, and you gripped the sheets tighter until your knuckles turned white. You wouldn’t last much longer if he kept sliding his cock in between your pussy lips like that.

Your eyes locked with his, and your opened your mouth in an attempt to say something, but only moans spilled from you.

“Just what?”

He pulled his cock away and replaced it with the palm of his hand. The metallic hoops had heated up significantly and when he dragged a few across your clit, that was when your body reached a new high.

“Oh my — oh my fuck—“

Dabi couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You looked so delicious, and he didn’t even know how he was being able to withstand the discomfort coming from his cock. He would need to be buried inside you soon. It was such a waste to have you clenching around nothing when you could be milking him instead.

But he wanted you to reach your orgasm first.

He was so used to watching things come undone out of rage, that watching you come undone from the pleasure he gave you just made his cock throb. The thrill of building you up just to have it all crumbling down in the most alluring way possible was something he could not get enough of.

Your body had started writhing and convulsing, forcing him to lean back and press one hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“Good girl... that’s it...”

You had your thighs desperately wrapping around him in the hopes of him filling the emptiness.

Dabi was going insane from how responsive you were being to him. To his quirk. He had grown up forced to live with the remainders of what it had done to him. The thought of having it being used to give someone pleasure was so fucking fascinating. Yes, it was exhausting to keep it at a low intensity, but the high outweighed the exhaustion by far.

The familiar sensation built up more and more, until it washed over you in a deep wave of pleasure. A shriek ripped through your throat from your lungs, and behind closed eyes you could see colors dancing over your vision, accompanying the molten streaks of pure bliss that shot through your entire body with every flick of the metallic hoops on your clit.

Dabi couldn’t resist it any longer.

He needed to feel you.

In one swift motion, he slid his cock balls deep inside you. Your pussy welcomed him with strong and rhythmic contractions that sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He had to balance himself on both arms from the sudden overload of pleasure. It was clear he wouldn’t last long. The amount of teasing and foreplay was enough to sent him into overdrive.

Your fingers went up to grip his forearms as if holding on for dear life. Having his cock buried inside your pussy as you came made your mouth drop open. You felt your walls clamp around him viciously. He pulled one of your legs up to rest on his shoulder, spreading you enough before he started slamming against you with such force that the bed started squeaking from the motion.

He was mumbling something, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was as you descended from your peak. Your heart pounded hard against your chest, but still not as hard as he pounded your pussy.

“Stop... squeezing... fuck!”

The overstimulation hit you like a train, and you felt tears stinging your eyes. Your fingers would leave marks on his arms, but you doubted he cared about it.

“D-Dabi... I...” you tried to reign him in, but gave up when his lips crashed into yours.

He was thrusting into you with an animalistic ferocity, all sense of control finally coming to a end. You’d clench around him whenever he hit a sweet spot inside you. The moans that came from within in were so hot that you couldn’t blame your clit for pulsing and your pussy for squeezing his cock.

Suddenly, you felt one hand groping your breast, fully enjoying how it bounced and defied gravity with each snappy strike from his hips. His eyes slid shit and his mouth was hanging open in a silent hiss.

You wanted to bring him over the edge. You wanted him to give it all to you.

To prove your point, you snaked an arm between your bodies and flicked at your clit just so you could your pussy to clench harder around his cock.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Through the stings of overstimulation the need to have him come undone for you was just ecstatic.

That it for him. His eyes snapped open and the most beautiful growl rumbled in his chest.

“You are so... fuck...” Was all he managed to say before he began pumping in a final broken rhythm.

“Fill me up...”

The effect those words had on him caught you off guard.

Dabi let out a strangled moan as he buried his cock deep within you. “Oh... fuck...”

He shuddered a few times, emptying himself inside your pussy just like you had encouraged him to. You could feel a few streaks of cum coating your walls, and it almost sent you back to another orgasm.

He was panting heavily above you, cock still lodged inside you. When he looked up to your face he saw a few tears leak from your eyes due to the overwhelming overstimulation. Without thinking, he brought one thumb to wipe a clear droplet from your face.

Dabi no longer remembered how it felt like to cry without physical pain from having bloody tears spilling from where the staples held his skin together.

“Dabi?”

He shook his head and blinked twice. “Sorry...”

You didn’t want him to apologize for this. “It’s okay... don’t be sorry.”

Instead, the young man leaned forward and tasted the salty liquid that smeared your skin, wiping the tears away.

You couldn’t contain the low chuckle that erupted from you. “That tickles...”

He didn’t want to slide out of you just yet. Your warmth was too welcoming and comforting. If he had to find a name for it he’d choose home. Intimacy had been so scary to him. The vulnerability of it all had always frightened him, and for the longest time he didn’t think he would ever have this. Casual sex was good, but sex with someone you had an emotional connection with felt so much better.

Dabi let his body tumble to his side, physical exhaustion finally taking a toll on him. However, he slid one arm over your lower back to keep you tied with him.

His hair was sticking to his forehead from all the sweat, and you took some time to inspect a few strands through hazy eyes.

You gently brushed the damp hair away from his skin. “You need to dye your hair again.”

“Hmm.”

The roots of his white hair were starting to show, and even though you’d love for him to embrace his natural color, you knew this was not something for you to decide.

Some wounds took longer to heal.

His cock was starting to soften inside you, but that had no effect on him.

“Planning on sleeping like this?” You offered, but only half-joking.

His hand thoughtlessly caressed your back, and you shuddered as the metallic rings dragged along your skin. “Actually...”

Wiping a few beads of sweat from your face, you arched a brow. “What?”

A squelching sound filled the room as he slid off of you, and you couldn’t help but to pout at the sudden emptiness.

Dabi, on the other hand, seemed to have something else in mind as he got on his knees again, placing himself in between your legs.

It didn’t take long before you started feeling the warm liquid ooze from you. That definitely earned Dabi’s full attention as he watched in admiration.

“Proud of yourself?” You questioned with a gentle laughter. Just as you were about to prop yourself on both elbows, he had one hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place, as the other hovered near your pussy. “Hey! Dabi...”

“I want to do this...” he whispered, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just thinking out loud.

You had a faint idea of what he had planned next, and, if so, it would be something new for you both.

The young man hesitated for a split second before his middle finger joined the index, slowly collecting the few strings of cum that had pooled between you and the sheets. Not even five minutes had passed since your body had been sent into overdrive, and you could feel your insides twist in anticipation and you clit throb from the newfound stimulus.

Dabi paused once more.

Although, you’d been affectionate with each other for over a month now, you could still identify the remnants of his struggles with intimacy in moments like this. It had taken him quite a while to open up to you emotionally. It had taken him a great deal more to give himself to you physically as well.

You couldn’t help the loving smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Go ahead...” two of your fingers rubbed your swollen clit briefly before spreading your pussy lips invitingly.

That was all the incentive he was looking for, and in one swift mention he slide both fingers inside you, dragging his cum back inside once more.

He hissed deliciously when he felt you clamp around him. “Fuck...”

The hand keeping you down faltered, and you immediately seized the opportunity to position yourself in a way that gave you a privileged view of what he was doing to you.

“So much cum... fuck...” Dabi’s words came out in ragged pants as he fingered you slowly. “Don’t clench, doll... it will spill out again.”

“Then stop being so hot...” You half moaned, trying your best to fight against your reflexes. Your pussy was practically on auto-pilot. The obscene sounds that filled the room just made the task so much more difficult.

It didn’t take long before his turquoise eyes darkened and you watched him capture his bottom lip with his canine.

Oh fuck... he was getting hard again.

His cock was twitching ever so slightly, growing before your eager eyes.

“Dabi...” You weren’t even sure of what you wanted to say. The sight alone was enough to have your clit throbbing, but his thumb pressed on it was what had you involuntarily clamp down on his digits in a way that dragged a long groan from him. Even if he was someone who had to ability to mask his true emotions, the pleasure was splattered across his face.

You felt your pulse quicken further and shuddered from all the stimulation.

Knowing fully well you wouldn’t be able to comply with his request, he removed his fingers from inside you at once, bringing out a whine from deep within you.

A faint smile pulled at Dabi’s lips. “So responsive...”

You wrinkled your nose at him. “You’re stalling... please...”

“I’m taking my sweet time with you, doll. What’s the fun in rushing?”

His finger glistened with the mixture of your juices with his cum. Suddenly, his hands went to your ass to positioned you on his thighs. A very effective way of preventing any further leaks, no doubt.

Just as you were about to question why the sudden change in positions, he plunged one single finger back inside your pussy.

“I wonder...” he started out as if lost in contemplation while he coated his fingers once again. “Hmm...”

“Dabi...” you warned him in a low voice.

You were growing impatient. Very impatient. The heat between your legs along with your throbbing clit were driving you absolutely insane.

He was an expert in making you lose your mind, and he’d always use this to his advantage.

His cock was already growing harder and bigger with each passing second. You’d be more than willing to have one more orgasm, and considering the way you were clamping around him, and the blinding heat jolting through your clit and nipples, it wouldn’t take you too long to get there. The young man pressed your clit down with his thumb, circling it with just enough pressure to gather the most delicious moans from you.

“Good girl... you look so hot,” he encouraged, and you felt a pair of fingers spread your pussy lips. “Fuck... I wish you could see this.”

You were so close.

So damn close.

But things with Dabi had a way of rarely going according to plan, and just as you shut your eyes in anticipation for another high, the infuriating sensation of withdrawal made you whine.

“Put that back! Dabi! What the fuck?”

You were left clenching around nothing and he merely chuckled at your distress. “I don’t think I will, doll.”

Propped yourself up on your elbows. “I will end you. Fuck!”

He didn’t really care. Nor did he take you seriously. You sank back into the mattress, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed in your forehead.

“For fuck’s sake...”

You felt the bed shift beneath you as he leaned forward. “Open.”

Wait...

This was new.

Your eyes widened once you understood what he meant. His long index finger was a few inches from touching your lips, a few droplets falling onto your chin. The thick layer of both cum and your wetness covered the entire digit, and you oiled even see some wetness spread along the metal hoops carved into his skin.

Oh. That was fucking hot.

“I won’t ask again,” his demanding voice quickly snapped you out it. “Open. Your. Mouth.”

A part of you wanted to tease him and put up a front just to rule him up, but another part of you — a much more urgent and impatient one — just wanted you to let go and enjoy the ride.

The moment you parted your lips, he promptly shoved his finger inside your wet mouth, faintly teasing your tongue with it.

You suckled on it slowly and sensually, never breaking eye contact with him.

He hissed softly. “How does it taste?”

“You tell me.”

Acting on pure instinct, your hand went to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Dabi’s widened in sheer surprise as you darted your tongue inside his mouth, allowing him to taste the liquid. You weren’t sure if he was enjoying it, but his body language was pretty telling after a while, so you kept going.

There was something really hot about having Dabi taste his own cum directly from your mouth. Maybe next time you’d have him lap at it from your soaked pussy.

He broke the kiss to take a deep breath, thin threads of spit mixed with cum and your wetness linking both of your lips together.

You smiled teasingly. “Good, right?”

Dabi licked his lips before wiping the excess with the back of his hand. “Well played, doll.”

For a few seconds all you could hear were the ragged pants coming from both of you. You looked down and noticed that his cock was fully hard, probably getting ready for the next round.

“Want me to take care of that?” You wiggled your brows at him.

He followed your stare, but rolled over to fall flat on his back, one hand wrapping around his cock while kicking his sweatpants off.

“It’s okay, doll. I know how much you love watching me jerk off.”

Ah. Damn. He was right.

The metallic hoops provided an interesting friction whenever he applied enough pressure. Considering he had nearly half of his palms covered in a single row of staples he just had to get used to the feeling, and soon enough he had found a way to have those work in his favor.

You shifted on the bed to scoot closer to him, and have your head resting on his heaving chest. As expected, you started feeling his cum leak from your pussy.

The two of you lay there in a comfortable silence for a while, until you felt his heartbeat and breathing evening out against your ear. He was lazily pumping his cock, but it didn’t seem like he was too invested in the task at hand.

You raised your head to look at a very much sleepy Dabi.

An instant loving smile fell on your lips.

“You asleep?”

Was that a smirk on his face? Adorable. “Yes, doll.”

He looked so peaceful. You’d never get over post-sex Dabi. Ever. You had witnessed his full potential as a villain, but you were just now getting to experience firsthand what it felt like to have someone like him opening up to you.

A few more minutes passed by, and you watched as he let go of his softening cock. You took his now free hand in yours and laced your fingers with his.

“You’re changing the sheets.” You mumbled to him when you felt more liquid ooze from you. Not that you actually minded the current predicamen.

He scoffed. “Your pillow talk fucking sucks, doll.”

[sserpente]

A/N: Now… have some naughty Loki. *wiggles eyebrows* Based on requests by three anons. Enjoy!

Words: 1366 Warnings: smut

You should have brought your shopping trolley. What else had you expected? With Halloween drawing nearer, all of your local stores were stocking up on so many spooky-themed sweets you had gone overboard because let’s face it, you clearly had no self-control when it came to Halloween. Granted, a lot of it would be going out to the trick or treaters at the end of the month but then again… candy never lasted long in your home, especially if it was Halloween-themed. Who could possibly say no to ghost- and bat-shaped marshmallows, chocolate pumpkins and gummy bear eyes? Ohhh, those gummy bear eyes! You had bought way too many of them. You had to admit, they looked pretty creepy, especially once you bit into them to reveal that sour green apple sauce… but boy, were they delicious!

“What in the nine realms is that?” Flinching, you spun around to face Loki inspecting your purchases as if they would attack him.

“Sweets?” You smiled up at him innocently.

“No, I figured that. Why does it look like… like that?”

“It’s Halloween candy. It’s supposed to look like that. They’re really good, you’ll see.”

“Well, in that case, they’ll go perfectly with that film I am watching right now. Come join me.”

“You’re watching a film?”

“Yes.”

“As in, you figured out how to use the remote and get Netflix to work?”

Loki narrowed his eyes at you, pulling you close by the hips. “Hmm… very funny, little mortal.” He purred, capturing your lips in a quick kiss.

“So what were you watching?”

“Coraline.”

“What?” Your eyes widened. “Oh no… anything but Coraline! That movie traumatised me as a kid!”

Loki raised an eyebrow at you. “It’s not exactly scary.”

“Oh, trust me, it will be. I take it you’ve only just started.”

“I’m about ten minutes in.”

“Exactly. This movie… escalates.” You explained, shivering. You really didn’t want to put yourself through this again, you’d been scared of little doors in houses ever since, even if they just hid some sort of heating system or boiler behind them. But then again… Loki and you were finally reunited.

He had been away for some time, getting things sorted with his Variants, the TVA and this agent, Mobius, he kept speaking so fondly of. No one knew how much time you’d have left this time around before he would vanish again. It was hard loving the God of Mischief—but it was wonderful all the same, especially as you felt honoured that he chose you, a simple Midgardian, to be with and open his heart to.

“Alright, I’ll watch it with you. Maybe it won’t be so bad now that I’m much older.”

Loki smirked at you.

Ten minutes later, you had filled some of your Halloween bowls with the candy you had bought and made some popcorn. Snuggling up together on your sofa, you let Loki drape a blanket over the both of you and hit Play with but a flick of his wrist.

You decided to just focus on munching on your candy instead of the film, for peace of mind that was. “Try one of the eyeballs.” You whispered during a quiet moment.

“They look disgusting, love.”

“They are so good, I promise! You said you liked sweet things, come on!”

Loki sighed, eyeing the eyeball you were handing him with dismay. “I think I’ll pass on this one.”

“Fine, close your eyes then.” You suggested.

Another sigh but at least, he complied. Unwrapping the eyeball for him, you brought it to his lips and slipped it into his mouth. Quite frankly… there was something oddly erotic about the situation… about feeding him… even though the fact you were trying to feed him something that was meant to look like a human eyeball took away quite a bit of the excitement. Well… unless you pretended to be a cannibalistic couple in tune for Halloween. You giggled when Loki started to chew, without a doubt trying hard not to imagine what the candy you had given him actually looked like.

“Hmm…” His eyes flew back open. “Well… it’s not bad. It’s… quite good, actually.”

You chuckled. “I told you so, Trickster.”

“They still look horrible though.”

“You can stick to the popcorn then. More for me.”

“I did not say I wasn’t going to eat any more. You will just have to continue feeding them to me, I’m afraid.”

“Spoiled prince.”

Loki winked at you. “You would quite literally sweep me off my feet if only you could lift me.”

“You’re not wrong there, Trickster.”

You continued watching the movie in silence and soon, Loki realised what you had meant by “the movie would be escalating”. You squeaked when the other mother showed her real face (quite literally), hiding your face under the blanket. Your head fell into Loki’s lap who chuckled and stroked your head to calm you down, your cheek against his thigh.

You were dangerously close to his crotch but quite frankly… it was a welcome distraction. Smirking to yourself, you ground your nose against him, his cock twitching in response.

Loki growled your name—a playful threat swinging in his smooth voice. “What are you doing?”

“Movie’s too scary…” You mumbled from under the blanket. “Found something else to occupy myself with…”

He gasped when you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his comfy trousers (it was always quite the sight to see Loki wearing casual Midgardian clothes) along with his underwear to free his length. He was still soft for now but you knew that this state wouldn’t last for much longer when the tips of your digits brushed all over him, making him shiver. Loki bucked his hips, enjoying the attention on his most intimate body part.

You licked your lips, anticipation flooding your body as you leaned down again and closed your mouth around his tip. In its flaccid state, you were able to take all of him, right until his tip hit the back of your throat, suckling on him gently and eventually, grinning when he grew hard in your mouth.

A moan escaped your lips. You could tell he was still trying to watch the movie and you were quite frankly surprised he seemed to like it so much and yet, he was unable to hide just how much it pleased him that you would busy yourself with his cock while you were relaxing on the sofa.

Sucking him off eagerly now, you bobbed your head up and down, taking him as deep as you could. Your tongue kept teasing his slit, making you taste his salty precum. Loki growled, his large palm cupping the back of your head through the blanket to urge you on. He bucked his hips to meet your warm mouth. Allowing him to take control and let him use you as he saw fit, you moaned again, the vibrations of your voice almost sending him over the edge.

You were positively dripping, your knickers damp with need and desire and your heart beating so loudly you were sure Loki could feel it. He picked up the pace, his hand wandering under the blanket to grab a fistful of your hair and forcing himself so far down your throat you gagged. Yet you couldn’t care less when he started jerking against the roof of your mouth and your tongue, forcing you to swallow his warm seed.

With but another moan, you drank him in like a pumpkin spice latte and it was perhaps due to the fact that he was a Frost Giant that his cum actually tasted… good. You could never get enough of sucking him off because of it.

Then, finally, Loki paused the movie, grabbed the blanket and threw it to the floor, revealing you glancing up at him with flushed cheeks and innocent eyes licking the rest of his seed from the corners of your mouth.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?” He whispered hoarsely, his fingers still entangled in your hair. You nodded, biting your lower lip and letting him lift you up to carry you upstairs. Perhaps you should watch scary movies together more often.

-

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[seijorhi]

Reminiscent

i’m (semi) back, y’all, and i come bearing a fic!! fhdjhfjdk it’s for oikawa i won’t apologise

Oikawa Tooru x female reader

TW non-con, drunk/drugged reader, forced infidelity, emotional manipulation, angst, past trauma, coercion, mild(ish?) smut, nsfw

“F-fuck, cutie! Just like – hah– just like that!”

You weren’t the clubbing type.

Not usually, at least – but exams were over and one of your friends was fresh off a bad breakup, one night letting loose wouldn’t hurt.

Walking is… difficult, your steps are sloppy – there’s an arm wrapped around your waist, your own slung over a stranger’s shoulders. Why are you outside? Where are your friends – they… they promised they wouldn’t leave you. 

“She good, dude?”

A soft, pretty laugh rumbles at your side, “Yeah, she’s gonna be just fine.”

And you remember the bar, the overpriced cocktails and the saccharine sweetness of strawberry liquor on your tongue. The dizzying lights and the bass that thumped so loudly you felt it reverberate in your chest. You knew the rules; they’d been drilled into you since you were sixteen years old.

Stick together, don’t accept drinks from strangers, and watch the one in your hand like a hawk - it doesn’t leave your sight.

A tongue between the valley of your breasts, long fingers curling up inside of you. 

“You like that, huh pretty girl? You gonna cum for me?”

They wouldn’t have just abandoned you, right? Maybe you told them to go. Maybe they thought you wanted it; to go home with the handsome stranger.

You never had the guts to ask them, never spoke about that night again. Not to anyone.

Pain. Something thrusting inside of you, splitting you open while he moans and pants atop you. It hurts so much and you want it to stop. 

Please stop. Please. Please. Please.

You’re begging, at least you think you are, but the words come out jumbled and wrong, and he just laughs, hiking up your thigh so he can fuck you deeper.

Why won’t he stop?

When you wake up, bruised and sore and all alone in your bed, it feels like a bad dream. You know it’s not – not with cum still seeping from between your thighs, the scent of the stranger’s cologne clinging to your sheets.

And you scrub your skin raw in the shower, but it isn’t enough to rid you of his touch.

—

It’s nothing like what they show on tv.

There’s no sympathetic detective to pat you on your shoulder while you break down, swearing that they’ll find the man who did this and you’ll get your justice.

You don’t go to the cops because you’ll know what they’ll say. You were drunk, drugged, and even if you could remember what he looked like (his eyes were brown, you think, and there’s a flash of a smirk in your head but the moment you try to focus on it it slips away like smoke) any evidence of rape washed down the drain the moment you stepped into the steaming shower.

At least… that’s what you tell yourself. It’s easier than admitting you’re terrified of judgemental eyes. 

Or worse; pitying ones.

So you pretend that nothing happened. You show up to your classes and throw yourself into studying, make the time to get coffee with your friends, you even pick up a part time job – it’s good to keep busy. 

The nightmares are just that; nightmares.

And things are fine, until they’re not.

—

“Baby, you’re here!!”

There’s barely time to drop your bags before she’s pulling you into a warm hug. “Hi mom,” you reply, squeezing her back.

When she draws back to take you in, one hand cupping your cheek, she frowns, “You look tired sweetheart. Have you been sleeping enough?”

“Yeah, just tired from exams and stuff.”

She looks unconvinced, but mercifully doesn’t push the issue. Of course, you don’t tell her that you missed your last two exams because you’d walked past some guy wearing that same cologne and just choked – that instead of finishing off your semester strong, you’d spent the day alternating between throwing up and crying in bed.

She doesn’t need to know that, because of that, you’ll probably fail both classes and have to retake them again next semester on top of an already full course load. It’s fine; you’ll figure it out.

For now, you work on matching her enthusiasm at having you home, grabbing your bags to bring them inside and into your old room.

“Oh, wait–”

Abruptly, you pause, gazing in confusion from the doorway of your bedroom. There’s a duffle bag lying open and empty atop your bed, a tangled jump rope, some weights, an empty bottle, a sweat towel – even what looks like a spare workout tee scattered haphazardly across the sheets.

“… I didn’t take you for a gym junkie, mom.”

She stops behind you, sighing. “It’s not mine it’s– Tooru said he was going to tidy it up, sorry sweetheart.” She sweeps past you to start tidying it up, but not before you catch sight of her wide eyed, deer in headlights expression.

And you can’t help the lone eyebrow that rises, falling back against the doorframe, arms folding across your chest. “Tooru, huh?” you grin, “And who might Tooru be?”

The flustered, almost guilty look she sends you makes you want to laugh – this is easy, comfortable, this you can do – but you restrain yourself. Just. “Tooru is… he’s– well, he’s the man I’m… seeing.”

She admits it like she’s confessing to a crime, eyes all wide and nervous; anticipating your reaction. And you suppose it’s not unwarranted. As far as you’re aware, she’s been alone ever since the day your dad walked out on you both – raising you was always the priority, or maybe the excuse. But you’re not fourteen anymore, you don’t need another father figure or every spare bit of her time and attention, and she doesn’t need your approval for this.

So you smile at her, “Is he nice?”

She lights up, her features – almost a mirror image of your own – softening as she beams, “He’s amazing, honey. I honestly don’t know how this whole thing really happened, or why he’s even interested in someone like me but… I lucked out with him.”

And so it goes, you prying little bits of information about the mysterious Tooru as the afternoon passes.

She tells you that they met a few months back, at the bakery she likes in town – and how she kept running into him; at the grocery store, and then at the park, and then on her way back from yoga that one night.

She tells you that he’s a terrible flirt, all smooth and charming with warm, pretty brown eyes, but he’s a good man beneath it all and she’s never met anyone like him. 

It strikes you, as you watch your mom animatedly talk about him, that you’ve never seen her look like this before. 

Happy. 

She can’t stop smiling, and when you look at her, really look, she’s almost a different person – younger somehow, a bit more care-free. It suits her, and you wonder with a slight pang in your heart how you never noticed how lonely she was before.

And she’s adamant that they’re taking things slowly, that he still has an apartment of his own in town – which to be honest, you really aren’t gonna judge her on either way – but it is kind of funny simply because whether your mom realises it or not, it’s clearly a lie.

The subtle reclaiming of your bedroom aside, there’s traces of Tooru scattered all around the house; the extra toothbrush and aftershave you’d spotted in the bathroom, the men’s  shoes and the jacket by the door, red wine in the cupboard when your mom’s only ever indulged in white.

You haven’t been into her bedroom, but at this point you’d hazard a guess that there’s at least one drawer full of Tooru’s clothes, probably half her closet cleared out for him as well.

“He’s coming for dinner, but I just wanted today to be just us,” she says, reaching across the couch to squeeze your hand. And you’re grateful for it, because you’re happy for her – you are – but you’re not so sure how you would’ve handled meeting the stranger holding your mother’s heart first thing. At least, not after the last few days.

Not when you still feel all… brittle. 

—

Tooru arrives a little after seven, and to say that he’s not entirely what you were expecting is kind of an understatement. 

She’d gushed about how tall and handsome he is – though personally, you think pretty’s the more accurate word, what with his soft, delicate features, perfect cupid’s bow lips and all. What she’d neglected to tell you was that the man in question, stepping through the front door with a faint smile on his face, has to be at least ten years younger than her, mid-thirties at most.

Suddenly, your mom’s initial reluctance to bring him up starts to make sense.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he murmurs, stopping by your mom to drop a fleeting kiss to her cheek before warm brown eyes turn to you. 

Your heart stutters.

“Sweetheart,” your mom begins, slipping an arm around his waist and relaxing into his side, “this is Tooru– Oikawa,” she corrects herself.

He smiles at you, friendly and charming, “It’s great to finally meet you, your mom’s told me so much – all good things, of course!”

You force yourself to smile in return, “Yeah, you too.” 

There’s nothing overtly wrong with Oikawa, age difference aside – your mom’s clearly head over heels in love with the guy and on a surface level he seems nice enough, but you find yourself glad for the fact that he doesn’t make a move to step closer, try to shake your hand or god forbid hug you or something like that.

He’s nothing but a gentleman as your mom steps back into the kitchen to finish off dinner, setting the table without being prompted, pouring a glass of wine for your mom and one for himself before he offers a glass to you. 

“Oh, no I’m alright, thanks.”

You don’t drink so much anymore. He shrugs, like it’s no big deal but your mom pouts at you from the kitchen. “C’mon, sweetie. We’re celebrating tonight! One drink won’t hurt.”

“We’re celebrating?” you ask.

She throws you a wink, gaze softening as she turns to glance at Oikawa, already diligently pouring you a glass, “Of course we are. It’s not every day my girl comes home, and it’s nice having you both here with me.”

Oikawa’s fingers brush against yours for a fleeting second as he passes you the glass, and you have to fight to keep yourself from ripping your hand away. It’s nothing, you just– you’re not good with strangers touching you, and as nice as he is and as much as your mom might be infatuated with him, he is still a stranger.

“Absolutely,” he agrees, a playful twinkle in his eye as he clinks his wine glass against yours. “So you’re at uni, right? What are you studying?”

Uni’s the last thing you want to be thinking about right now, but whether or not Oikawa genuinely cares, he’s obviously trying to make an effort to get to know you. For your mother’s sake, grinning innocuously in the kitchen as she adds the last little touches to dinner, you suck it up, plaster a smile across your face and ignore the twinge of discomfort in your gut.

You can handle one night of small talk.

—

You wake the following morning to the sound of voices carrying down the hall.  

Not your mother’s – both are too deep, and your mom left a few hours ago for work. Figuring that one of them at least is likely Oikawa, you pull on a thin, satin robe over your pajamas, tying the sash in a loose knot before you slip from the room.

Those suspicions are proven correct; you round the corner to find Oikawa sitting up at the kitchen counter, a warm cup of coffee in his hand. There’s another man, a touch shorter, but imposing with dark, spiky hair and olive green eyes standing on the other side, hands braced on the marble top, glaring at Oikawa.

They both look up at the sound of your hesitant approach, the stranger abruptly straightening up, while Oikawa merely grins.

“Ah, you’re up,” he observes cheerfully, taking a sip of his coffee.

Your eyes flicker between him and the stranger – clearly comfortable enough in your home and with Oikawa, despite the faint, lingering irritation still visible on his face – and as your cheeks warm, you find yourself wishing you’d put actual clothes on before coming out to investigate.

“I- I heard voices…” you trail off, awkwardly folding your arms over your chest. “Is mom–”

“At work,” he supplies. “Do you want some breakfast? Coffee, maybe?”

You risk another glance at the other man, watching you now with an unreadable expression, dark eyebrows furrowed. You swallow uncomfortably, shifting slightly as you shake your head. “No, I-I’m okay.”

And in an instant, a flash, something like recognition passes through those olive eyes. 

 Oikawa chuckles smoothly, finally tearing his eyes away from you to address his friend, “Iwa, stop being so rude. You’re scaring the poor thing.”

The stranger, Iwa, just scoffs. “You’re a real piece of shit, y’know?”

If he’s bothered by the scathing insult, Oikawa doesn’t show it, merely shrugging before turning his attention back to you with a smirk. “Ignore him, he’s just pissy this morning.”

You’d have to be a complete idiot not to sense the uncomfortable tension between the two of them – and now you. This is your home, but it feels like you’re intruding, like you’ve stumbled into a conversation you have no business hearing, but even if you wanted to leave your feet are rooted to the ground. 

“Besides,” Oikawa continues, “he was just leaving anyway, weren’t you, Iwa?” It’s almost a purr, the way he speaks, but even the silken words can’t entirely mask the razor sharpness that lies beneath. 

Goosebumps prickle along your arms.

Staring at you, Iwa opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but seemingly thinks better of it, snapping it shut with an audible click. He huffs, shaking his head. “Yeah, fine, whatever.”

He spares you another glance on his way out, standing frozen by the hall. For a split second he slows, his scowl softening just a fraction–

“Iwa.”

It sounds like a warning, but he only rolls his eyes and huffs again. You think he’s going to walk out without another word to either of you, but he pauses once more, lingering by the entryway.

“You look a lot like your mother, anyone ever tell you that?”

He’s out the door before you can even think to reply, letting it slam shut in his wake. And you flinch at the harsh sound, something uneasy settling into the pit of your stomach–

“Hey,” Oikawa’s there by your side, his fingers entwining with yours. You hadn’t even heard him move. “Come sit, don’t worry about Iwa. He’ll get over it.”

His voice is soothing, you don’t pay attention to the words themselves, the implications there. You forget for a moment that you’re still in your pj’s, that you really don’t know him that well either, and mindlessly follow when he leads you to the couch and sits you down, taking the seat next to you.

And while your head’s still spinning, an uncomfortable feeling gnawing in the pit of your gut, Oikawa seems entirely unbothered by the turn of events, sighing contentedly as he stretches his long legs out, one arm sliding along the back of the couch behind you.

“Do your… friends usually just drop by like that?”

You don’t know where the words come from, or why that’s the first question on your mind, but when you glance over at him, Oikawa’s just watching you, an odd little half smirk playing on his lips. “Sometimes.”

His answer does little to soothe your unease. It’s really not a big deal, you know it’s not. Officially or not, this is his home too – you’re the one out of place. And if he wants to have people over when your mom’s not around, that’s fine, he can do whatever the hell he wants, but… 

You came home for peace. To hide away for a few days and pretend that everything’s just fine and you’re not one breakdown away from shattering entirely. You wanted your mom and the comfort of your old bedroom and safety and it’s fine – great, even – that she’s found somebody who makes her happy, but this– him and the weirdness with his friend and everything is just too much, and–

You don’t realise that your leg’s bouncing until Oikawa’s hand comes to rest on your bare thigh. It’s enough to make your stomach flip, an icy chill trickling down your spine as his thumb slowly strokes across the soft, plush skin. “Relax, cutie,” he coos, chuckling softly when you visibly flinch and squeeze your eyes shut.

“P-please don’t call me that,” you choke out, fighting against the wave of nausea rising up your throat. And it’s just like last time, his cologne, notes of vanilla and cedar and spice, swirling thick and heady around you. That phantom touch, the warmth of hands gripping too tight, unwanted kisses hot and eager against your skin. 

“No?” he asks, cruel amusement dripping from his tone. “Why not? I think it suits you, cutie.”

You want him to stop, to push him away, slap him – do anything really, but you’re frozen in place, shaking as the memories you’ve fought so hard to shove down come bubbling back to the surface. You can’t think straight, not with his hand sliding between your thighs, the warmth of his body pressing too closely against yours.

“Iwa was right, you know,” Oikawa murmurs, smoldering brown eyes drinking you in as you childishly shake your head, willing him away. His other hand catches your cheek, drawing your face back to him as tears well in your eyes, stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “She does look so much like you, the same eyes even.” 

He whispers it like a secret, nuzzling his nose against yours like a lover would as he sighs sweetly, “It’s the only reason I could stand it.”

And then he’s kissing you, the tenderness of his lips belied by iron fingers digging into your jaw when you whimper and try to wrench yourself free. 

It’s not like the nightmares that startle you awake in the middle of the night, gasping for air; hazy, broken recollections that fade the moment you try to reach for them. No, every touch, every moment of his assault passes in stark clarity.

The feel of Oikawa’s mouth as it trails greedily down your neck, his hand sliding under the cotton of your sleep shorts, even his pleased little hum when he realises you’re not wearing panties. “Such a good girl for me. Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

This time there’s no drugs in your system keeping you pliant and helpless, but that doesn’t make a difference. Not when his words echo in your head, playing again and again until every awful, sickening piece falls into place.

Long, nimble fingers stroke at your folds, and you can’t help the shivery gasp that leaves you when the tip of his middle finger sweeps over your clit. 

“Please– please don’t do this,” you sniffle.

Oikawa presses another fleeting kiss to your shoulder, “Shh, none of that. Let me help you, baby.”

“N-no, I don’t, I don’t– Stop!”

Knocking away the hands that try to push him back, he hooks his fingers over the hem of your shorts and slides them down your legs, your pitifully weak struggles only making things easier for him. It’s only when Oikawa reaches for his own zipper that panic truly strikes home.

You can’t just lie here and let this happen again. You won’t.

And like a switch flipped, you start to trash like a wild thing beneath him, the scream you’ve kept buried inside of you for months ripping itself free from your throat–

Only for the fingers that had been toying with your pussy to be shoved down your throat, cutting you off with a choked gurgle. As you gag, fruitlessly try to tug yourself free, Oikawa leans in nice and close – except this time there’s no gentleness to his expression, nothing but viciousness as he grins and bares his teeth. 

“You wanna yell, pretty girl? Want the neighbours to come running, let them see me fuck you?” He grinds his hips against you, his breath shivery as he pants at the friction of his half hard cock against your side. Nausea twists at your gut, acrid and bitter – you want to be sick, to cry and beg with him to stop but with his fingers still stuffed in your mouth, his thumb digging into the soft underside of your jaw all you can manage is an unintelligible whine. He hums, kissing away the single hot tear that spills down your cheek, “You think if you cry loudly enough, mommy’ll come home and save you?”

And it’s like time stands still as he laughs, cruel eyes glinting when he presses down on your tongue, warm saliva pooling around his digits. “Such a little whore, trying to seduce her poor, innocent boyfriend the very moment her back’s turned. Tell me, cutie,” he coos, “who do you think she’d believe?”

Your breath hitches, another sob catching in your throat – even if you wanted to answer, you can’t and he knows it. “She’s in love with me, you know. It’s almost a little pathetic how easy it was to manipulate her into bed – so lonely… desperate for love, for somebody – anybody – to pay attention to her, take care of her,” he sneers, distaste curling at his lips. “Wouldn’t it just break her fragile little heart to know she’s fallen for the man who raped her baby girl?”

Another garbled cry slips past his fingers and you can only watch in frozen horror as his other hand drifts back to his zipper. “You want to protect her, don’t you?”

His grip relents just enough for you to jerk a shaky nod.

“Pretty girl, so good for me.” Another kiss pressed to your cheek as the quiet hiss of his zipper fills the air around you. “It’ll be our little secret, hmm? She doesn’t need to know just yet, let her be happy a little while longer…”

Sliding down his briefs just far enough for his cock to spring free, he strokes it for a moment with slow, leisurely movements, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches your eyes widen. 

And when he pulls you forward, guides your mouth towards it, pre-cum beading at the tip, withdrawing his fingers so you can quickly gasp for air, you just… let him.

The fight’s gone, as quickly as it had come. 

You let his fingers curl through your hair, use it as an anchor when your lips part to force his cock between them. And he moans, low and shivery as your tongue slides along the underside of his shaft and you try not to gag around the sudden intrusion. 

You think that there’s no room left inside of you for shame, but as his other hand creeps back between your legs, teasing at your cunt, you burn with it, clinging to the pyre of your own humiliation and disgust.

And still, you kneel on the couch, letting him fuck your mouth, letting those long, pretty fingers curl up inside of you – moaning around his cock when they stroke that perfect little spot.

“I wanted to – shit – take this slow,” he tells you as his hips jerk upwards, shuddering in breathless delight when his cock hits the back of your throat and it convulses around him. “I wanted to make you want me.”

Wet, messy, gags sound with every unwitting thrust – you’ve no choice but to swallow him down, let him fuck your throat like you’re nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. There’s saliva coating your chin, dripping down the length of his dick, pooling around his balls. You can barely breathe, a task made even harder when Oikawa decides to add his thumb into the mix, teasing your clit while he fucks you apart on his fingers.

It feels so fucking good, and you’ve never hated yourself more.

Your throat burns, hot tears stinging in the corners of your eyes, and yet he’s intent on driving you to the brink of your sanity with every calculated flick of his wrist. Something tightens in your belly, a spring coiled too tight, ready to snap, and you can’t help it when your hips chase his fingers, the needy, shameful little whimpers that leave your lips (still wrapped around his thick, twitching cock) as you search for the pleasure to temper the discomfort.

“You don’t have a clue what you do to me, do you? I could barely sleep last night–” 

You choke back a moan, your pussy clenching around his digits, sucking them deeper as white spots pepper your vision and you shudder out a moan.

“So pretty when you cum for me,” he pants, but you don’t care – can’t, not when you’re riding his fingers, tongue lolling out as he gives you a moment’s reprieve to bask in the rippling afterglow of your orgasm before everything comes crashing back down around you. 

Oikawa lets you fall back against the cushions, breathless, trembling and dazed. You’re not stupid enough to believe that’s the end of it, not when his cock’s still hard, throbbing against his toned stomach when he gives it a slow, cursory pump.

“Lie back, cutie,” he whispers, keeping his eyes fixed on you as he pushes himself up off the couch to shed the rest of his clothes.

And as you shuffle obediently downwards, heart hammering in your chest, you find you can’t tear your eyes away from him either.

Tall and handsome, she’d said, but the words truly don’t do him justice. A body corded with lean, powerful muscle, golden, sun-kissed skin, a light smattering of dark hair trailing from his navel down past the well defined V of his hips… 

“See something you like?” he teases, smirking when you squeak and childishly jerk your face away, cheeks burning. “It’s okay to look, you know. I don’t mind the attention.”

It feels too soft, too intimate for what this is. 

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. He’s not supposed to be attractive, or to make you enjoy your own assault, and you– you’re supposed to fight it, fight him instead of just lying there and taking it… 

But when he climbs back onto the couch, easing your still trembling thighs apart to settle himself between them, his touch is nothing short of reverent, dark eyes wide and adoring as you squirm uneasily beneath him. 

With one hand braced on the cushion beside you, his cock resting just above your aching sex, he leans forward, easing your top up past your tits. “Perfect,” he murmurs.

And it’s enough to make a fresh bout of humiliated tears spring to your eyes. Your hands curl into useless fists at your side as he settles back onto his knees and takes his cock in hand, hissing in pleasure when he glides the flushed, leaking head along your slick folds.

“Fuck, cutie. I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he laughs, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches hot, fat tears slip down your cheeks. With an agonisingly slow pace, Oikawa lines himself up with your cunt and presses in – even with how wet you are, one orgasm already wrung from you, the stretch burns and you can’t stop the choked gasp that leaves you.

His eyes flutter shut, head thrown back back as inch by inch his cock sinks into your pussy until finally he bottoms out with a satisfied groan. “Perfect for me, so fucking good,” he pants, and you barely have time to drag in a breath before his hips are drawing back, another desperate, strangled mewl escaping you.

Bruising fingers dig into your waist, Oikawa cursing as your plush little cunt flutters maddeningly around him– before he eagerly slams his cock forward, stuffing you full once more.

And as you sob and whimper between every wet, obscene squelch of his dick fucking into your soaked pussy, that all too familiar, shameful heat begins to pool in your core.

“Gonna cum for me again, cutie?”

[sukunas-angel]

When The Clock Strikes Midnight Collab.

Sukuna x Female Reader

Little Red Riding Hood Theme.

Word Count: 2.4k

Trigger warnings: Non-Con. Please do NOT read if this bothers/triggers you. View at your own discretion.

Tags: NSFW, Non-Con, Little Red Riding Hood Theme, JJK, Jujutsu Kaisen AU, Sukuna x DFAB Reader, Predator x Prey Trope.

1.

It hadn’t always been like this.

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when the rumours had started, or when fear had spread like a vicious wildfire around the village. She remembered a time before the whispers and the unofficial curfew. She remembered a time when the sun used to shine, and life as she knew it was just plain ordinary.

There was a cursed spirit that supposedly lurked in the woods that separated the small village from her grandmothers cottage. She wasn’t sure when or how it had arrived, just that people who dared go near the forest were never seen again.

She had lost classmates, friends. Too many she knew went venturing into the forest, to never return again. Some of them were brave; searching for missing family and friends. And some were stupid, sneaking into the dense wood on dares in the dead of night. It didn’t matter their intention. Whoever entered the forest, never came back.

Y/N was neither brave nor stupid.

No, certainly not brave. Even now, her heart raced fiercely in her chest as she slowly trudged through the sea of amber leaves on the forest floor. Her hands were clammy and balled into tight fists inside the oversized sleeves of her red hoodie. Her breaths came fast and laboured, creating a white smoke in the cold autumn air. No, she certainly wasn’t brave at all.

She just felt guilty.

The fear and hysteria had gotten so severe in the village that no one dared deliver groceries to her grandmother anymore. It had been almost 5 days since all ventures into the forest had stopped completely, and Y/N was certain her grandmother had to be slowly starving by now. She was far too old and frail to be foraging for food in the forest, and far too sickly to be going without proper nutrition.

Y/N wasn’t stupid.

She knew a journey into the forest meant certain death. She knew this, she really did.

But she couldn’t just let her grandmother starve to death.

She was the last bit of family she had. And starvation was such a slow and cruel death. She couldn’t handle the guilt, the overwhelming feeling of responsibility that weighed heavily in her chest.

So here she was, on a gloomy October morning, walking into certain death, with a basket full of groceries clutched to her chest.

It was almost funny.

No, it was funny. She giggled to herself. Actually, it was hilarious. She had ventured into certain death with nothing to arm herself with, but cans of soup. She giggled some more; perhaps she was dumb.

“How odd. They’re not normally crazy until after I’ve finished with them.”

Her body froze in place, and her eyes darted around wildly, trying to find the source of the voice. From what the village elders had told everyone, cursed spirits weren’t supposed to talk.

“No matter. You humans are always the same when you die. Snivelling, pathetic little shrimps right until the last breath.”

The voice was closer now, causing the hairs on her arms to stand on end. She turned her whole body suddenly, whipping her head round to face the incredible evil that stood behind her.

What stood before her wasn’t what she expected at all.

She hasn’t expected a cursed spirit to look so human. The elders had painted them as such ghastly creatures, a terrible sight for anyone who could actually see them. But the entity that stood before her was almost attractive. Something so pleasing to the eye that, if she weren’t scared out of her mind, she might’ve found him incredibly handsome.

His pink hair complimented his red eyes perfectly, and his frighteningly tall figure was sculpted and muscled beneath the white robe he wore.

“Y-you’re human?” She questioned uncertainly.

He looked human enough. Sure, he had odd black markings on his skin but that could just be paint, right? The elders had insisted cursed spirits were monsters, incapable of speech and very unlikely to be seen by the eyes of ordinary humans.

“You can see me?” He seemed genuinely delighted at the prospect, a large grin splitting his face, revealing sharp, pointed teeth.

Teeth that certainly weren’t human.

She shook her head dumbly, averting her eyes in a futile attempt to pretend she was blind to the presence in front of her.

“You shook your head to my question, which means you can hear me too. What an interesting little human you are,” he almost cooed to her, stepping forward in curiosity.

She stepped back instinctively, with every fibre of her being screaming for her to run. She was in the vicinity of an apex predator. She was the prey, she was helpless. She knew this in her very soul.

Run.

Run.

Her brain was screaming at her to sprint, adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her muscles were poised, ready to contract, to move her faster than she’d likely ever moved before.

But she couldn’t move.

“Humans haven’t been able to see me in millennia. Not since those jujutsu sorcerers were still around.”

He was speaking to her again, smiling at her in malice. His cold red eyes appraised her form, smiling wider when he noticed how ready she was to bolt.

“What’s the matter little human? Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled darkly, stepping even closer.

“You know, most people would have ran by now. What’s the matter? Too frightened to move?” He taunted her, making her blood boil at his mocking tone.

“What’s the point in running? I’d be dead within seconds. I’d rather face my death head on. I’m not a coward.” She spat at him, her eyes a raging fire.

She could tell he enjoyed this. He enjoyed the fear he brought to people, the chase when they ran. And she was sure he enjoyed killing them after.

Though she was terrified, and her body screamed at her to run as fast as she could, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

His resounding laugh startled her.

“What an interesting little creature you are!” He laughed in delight, clapping his hands together with a large grin.

“But your little front doesn’t fool me. I can hear your racing heart, little girl. I can smell the adrenaline coursing through your veins. I can taste your fear.” His voice lowered and he stepped toward her again.

She backed up now, cursing herself when her back hit the cold bark of a tree. She should’ve been more aware of her surroundings. He was too close to try moving away from the tree behind her now.

She was too frightened to try move anyway, her legs shook and she slumped slightly into the tree trunk, her knees weak from fear. She wanted to be strong, to face her imminent death head on.

But she was afraid.

His large figure caged her to the tree, his arm coming to rest just above her head. He looked down at her cruelly.

“You. Are. Terrified.” He whispered in her ear. She whimpered in response, her head sinking into her shoulders in fear.

“You know,” he started, a hunger settling in his crimson eyes once again.

“There was a story that went around this village back when I was human,” Sukuna purred, drawing his face closer to hers so that their noses almost touched.

“About a poor little girl…” he grabbed her fragile wrists in his hands, pinning them above her head. She watched him through fearful, wide eyes.

He could feel her heart hammering in her chest. He had forgotten how pleasant and warm a woman’s body could be. She was ever so pretty too, her large doe eyes had drawn him in from the beginning.

“And a big…” he put his lips to her ear, grinning at how she shivered in fear.

“….Bad…” he licked the shell of her ear, revelling in her cry of fear.

“….Wolf.” Sukuna growled, pushing his body into hers, trapping her impossibly tight against the tree. He licked up her neck, moaning at just how good she tasted.

So sweet.

She tried squirming away from him; being pinned so tightly between him and the tree was almost painful. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, she couldn’t bear to look at the beautiful monster in front of her anymore.

“You’re delicious.” Sukuna whispered in her ear, nibbling on the lobe.

“Did you eat the other people that came into the woods?” She’d tried to sound strong, but the wobble in her voice betrayed her.

He pulled back to look down upon her coldly. His cruel smirk told her the answer to her question.

“Yes.” He affirmed, stroking her cheek with one sharp nail while his other hand kept her wrists pinned above her head.

Her knees almost gave way at his answer, as her breaths came out in frantic gasps.

So many people…

So many people had been eaten. By this human-like monster in front of her.

Oh, god. Y/N thought.

I’ll be eaten too.

“A-are you gonna eat me?” She breathed, looking up into his cold red eyes. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Y/N didn’t want to die. She was too young. She had so much to live for, so much she wanted to do. She never even got to leave this damned village. She was born here, set to die here, without ever seeing anywhere else.

A wasted life. She thought miserably.

“No.”

Her eyes met Sukuna’s again in shock.

“Though you are delicious,” he grinned, his pointed teeth making her shudder.

“A human hasn’t been able to see or hear me in millennia. And here you are,”

“A pretty little girl, who stumbled so innocently into my territory,” he was whispering into her ear again, making her shiver.

“Who can see and hear me. Killing you would be a waste.” He nuzzled his face into her neck, groaning at how good she smelt.

“It’s been years since I felt the touch of a woman.” He told her, sucking lightly on her neck.

Her eyes widened as the meaning of his words dawned on her.

“No, no, no, no! No way…no way in hell will I…I’m not…I won’t be your whore.” She sputtered angrily, squirming wildly, trying to pull her wrists from his grip.

He dropped her wrists, stepping backwards. The grin on his face was feral.

“Such spunk for helpless little prey like you” he delighted.

“Let’s play a game.” He decided, a gleeful grin still playing on his lips.

“You’ll be little red riding hood,”

“And I’ll be the big, bad wolf.” He bared his sharp teeth at her, portraying just how wolflike he really looked.

“If you make it out of these woods before I catch you, you’re free.”

“But if I catch you, you’re mine.” He growled possessively.

“I’ll give you a little head start, it’s only fair. You’re such weak prey after all.” He ran his fingers through his hair, his posture undoubtedly relaxed.

Y/N knew he was certain of his inevitable victory.

She was sure he would win too, even with whatever ‘head-start’ he was so graciously going to give her. He’d single handedly pinned her against the tree like it was nothing, despite her using all her strength to squirm away. This ‘game’ of his was futile.

But, damn, she had to try.

She couldn’t just roll over and become someone’s whore.

She took off running, unwilling to hear him speak anymore. She thought perhaps if she ran and caught him off guard, she’d be able to put even more distance between them.

She could hear his loud laughter booming behind her, she’d never heard something so cold.

“Ten.” She heard him call, and she almost cried in response.

Ten seconds??

That’s what he called a head start?

She pushed herself harder, the muscles in her legs burning from the exertion. She wasn’t even sure the direction she was running in was the right one, she’d had no time to think. All she could do was run and hope that she reached the village in time.

“Nine.” He still sounded somewhat close.

“Eight.” His voice sounded somewhat distant now.

“Seven.” The end of the forest was nowhere in sight, but his voice was definitely fading.

“Six” she barely heard him, perhaps she’d put a decent distance between them now, she hoped.

She weaved in and out of the trees with an agility she never knew she possessed. The adrenaline pumping through her veins made everything clearer, focussed her enough to easily dodge stray roots and branches that would trip her or hinder her escape.

She wasn’t sure how long it had been, but she guessed he was probably chasing her by now. She just hoped she’d covered enough distance to escape him.

She didn’t hear him.

He was silent as he tackled her roughly to the ground.

Air was forced out her lungs in a gasp at the force of it, her dazed eyes meeting his as he pinned her roughly to the ground.

“No…no…” she breathed, tears pouring out her eyes.

He sat on her, his weight heavy on her waist, as he leaned toward her, her wrists being pushed painfully into the cold ground.

“I win.” He whispered into her ear, before licking it.

“No…” she whimpered as more tears fell.

“Yes.” He purred, nuzzling her neck again.

“You smell delightful.” He groaned again.

“P-please…” she whimpered, her chest heaving still as she gasped for air.

“And now the wolf devours it’s prey.” He growled, licking up her neck.

“You said you didn’t want to eat me!” She cried.

He chuckled, licking away a stray tear from her cheek.

“Oh, sweetheart,” He growled.

“I lied.” He grinned, as she cried out again, shaking in fear.

“However, killing you really would be a waste.” He continued.

He sat up again, keeping her arms pinned by her head still. He appraised her form again, smirking. Sukuna truly hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing something so beautiful in a long time.

“Good thing there’s more than one way to eat someone.” He chuckled.

Y/N gasped shakily as the meaning of his words dawned on her.

Sukuna pressed his lips against hers roughly, forcing his tongue between her lips. He groaned as he did, relishing how good it felt. How good she tasted.

Yes, there was more than one way to eat someone. She thought helplessly.

She wasn’t sure which way was worse.

[emeraldiis]

Double Vision

A/N: this is so self indulgent i should be ashamed of myself

AO3 Link

Pairing: Loki x Reader, President Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary:  You and your boyfriend, 2012 Loki, are trapped at the end of time. But you're not alone. President Loki just got two new toys to play with.

Warnings: threesome, DUBIOUS CONSENT, dom/sub, sub!Loki, bondage, name calling, rough sex, mild knife play

You had been pruned seconds after Loki had in the battle in the TVA’s headquarters. Strangely, it didn’t hurt like you had expected. Just a faint sensation of completely and utter emptiness, and then everything went dark. Just like falling asleep. When you came back to your senses, it was just as gentle. You awoke in a bed of grass, staring up at a cloudy sky. A wave of relief calmed the rising panic in your veins when you turned to see Loki lying next to you.

You took in your surroundings slowly. The clouds looming above you looked threatening, like an impending storm, and far off in the distance was what looked like a ruined city. Crumbling skyscrapers pierced the horizon like jagged teeth. Heart speeding up in fear, you quickly shook Loki awake. “Wake up,” you hissed. “I have no idea where the hell we are.”

Loki grumbled and raised a disoriented hand to bat yours away, but still cracked open his hazy eyes to squint at you. A smile lit up his face when he saw you staring back at him, and you’d have been touched if it wasn’t important that he wake up right now. Upon seeing the anxiety written clearly on your face, he furrowed his brows and sat up, shaking his head to chase away the lingering confusion. You could tell the moment he realized something was very...wrong with the realm you found yourselves in, as his eyes widened and he was instantly on guard.

A deafening roar shook the ground, alerting the both of you to a looming danger, and you turned around to see a purple mass bearing down on you. You’d seen your fair share of fucked up things to know that this was not something you wanted to stick around for. Around you, small, bird-like creatures fled from the shadowy monster. In a flash, you were on your feet, tugging on Loki’s arm to pull him up with you. “Come on,” you yelled, raising your voice to be heard over the wind that had suddenly picked up speed.

Loki whipped his head around, desperately searching for shelter, then pointed at the city. “There, run!” He took off in a sprint towards the buildings, with you stumbling along behind him. The head start you got seemed to be enough to out run whatever was chasing you, but you didn’t dare slow down as you ran full tilt to safety. As the city drew closer, a sense of dread crept into your limbs, but you pushed it down. Better to race towards the unknown when the known was actively trying to kill you.

Your legs burned and your lungs were screaming out in protest, but Loki’s panted encouragements kept you on your feet and moving long enough to reach what looked like a half-collapsed hotel. Loki rushed inside the dilapidated building, holding the door open for you to scramble inside before slamming it shut. Another roar made the building tremble, and you bit your lip. As the ceiling shook and spat dust into your hair, you prayed that it would hold. Out of the frying pan, you thought to yourself.

Fortunately, it seemed as if the monster had moved on in search of easier prey, and you took the moment of fragile peace to sink against the wall and finally catch your breath. You dropped your head into your hands, trying to force your breathing back into a normal rhythm and figure out what the hell was happening. You’d just about calmed down when you heard Loki chuckle. “What’s so fu-funny?” You asked, still panting.

“That wasn’t me.”

“Huh?” You looked up, then felt your newly regained breath leave your lungs as another Loki emerged from the darkened hallway. He was dressed in what looked like a suit tailored after your Loki’s Asgardian armor, and he wore his horns proudly. A “Vote Loki,” pin sat crooked on his suit jacket. The flickering lights above him illuminated his grin, making him look like, well, a villain.

“You’re a variant,” your Loki said, stepping in front of you and eyeing his twin warily. The only ever Loki variant you had encountered was Sylvie, and she was questionable at the best of times. Loki was right to be on guard.

“I suppose you could call me that,” President Loki drawled, tracing a finger along the dusty wall as he stalked towards you. It left tracks on the wallpaper.  He leaned to the side to peer around you Loki, and you felt naked under his predatory gaze. You shrank further behind your boyfriend.

“My, what do you have here?” He asked, eyes lighting up in a way that made your hair stand on end. “What a pretty toy, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I had a turn?”

Your Loki groweld protectively, and he took a step forward. “Do not lay a finger on her.”

President Loki frowned. “That’s no way to treat the superior version of yourself.” He continued his march forward, then slowed to a stop inches from your Loki’s defensive frame. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen a beautiful woman.”

You were horrified to find a confusing sort of arousal settling into your stomach. This was, after all, just another version of Loki, the man who’d spent so many nights taking you apart and putting you back together again. You’d seen those same hooded eyes so many times, seen that same smile as Loki made you squirm. Despite trying your hardest to fight it, you could feel a dampness soak into your panties, making you shift uncomfortably.

Just as perceptive as your own Loki, President Loki seemed to sense your growing interest. His frown broke out into a wide smile. “Oh, you want it, don’t you? Go on, tell your guard dog to back down, so we can play.” He nodded towards your Loki, who had turned around to look at you with perplexed, hurt eyes. 

“Really?” He asked, flicking his gaze from the blush on your face towards your tensing thighs. He instantly recognized the arousal he’d seen so many times before, and his expression grew bewildered. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered, trying to defend yourself. “He looks just like you, I mean, he is you, and I…” you squeezed your eyes shut. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

This was all so fucked. Just minutes ago you were running for your life in a strange new world, and now all that adrenaline had shifted into a violent desire to be broken to pieces. Just so you didn’t have to think about the horror that was your current situation. President Loki was still staring at you, pupils now blown and tongue running across his bottom lip in blatant want.

“Oh, love. There’s nothing wrong with you,” the variant purred. His voice was a bit deeper than your Loki’s, but it still had that velvet smoothness that always made you weak in the knees. A bright flash of green shot out from his fingertips, ensnaring your Loki in glowing rope.

He gasped in surprise, and immediately began to struggle against the magic, but it was in vain. You cried out and reached for him, but President Loki was faster. He grabbed your Loki’s arm, then began to drag him away from you and down the hallway. With a sharp whistle, he motioned his head for you to follow, and found yourself standing and trailing behind the two Lokis like an obedient dog.

President Loki pulled yours into the depths of the hotel, you following anxiously. Your Loki shouted threats and harsh words, but the magic bonds kept him nearly immobile as he was guided by President Loki. You didn’t dare try anything stupid; you weren’t a fighter, and you suspected that this variant far outmatched both you and your lover in combat. All you could do was obey and hope he showed mercy.

You were led into a suite that seemed more put together than the rest of the hotel. Everything looked much cleaner, especially the bed, and most of the walls appeared to be stable. President Loki shoved your Loki into an armchair at the back wall of the room, and then positioned it so that it was facing the bed. “Well?” He asked, lazily gesturing towards the bed.

A gush of wetness seeped from your core at the same time as fear gripped your chest. Two conflicting emotions warred within you, and you felt hot tears stinging your eyes at the confusion of it all. On one hand, you loved your Loki. There was not telling how trustworthy this variant was, if he was going to hurt you or your boyfriend. On the other, this was the once in a lifetime chance to experience a threesome with only Loki. A fantasy that most likely no other person had gotten the chance to experience outside of their dreams.

You cast a helpless glance over at your Loki. When you weren’t looking, President Loki must have gagged him, because there was now an emerald piece of fabric stuffed between his lips. Your pussy throbbed in appreciation at the sight while your heart ached at the terror in his eyes.

President Loki rolled his eyes. “I can’t say I’ve ever met a version of me quite this soft,” he said, walking to his clone’s chair. “Let me help you relax.” President Loki straddled your Loki, chuckling at the muffled whimper that spilled from behind the gag. The variant brought his head down to bite at Loki's neck, and your mouth dropped open.

To your surprise--and hesitant delight--your Loki seemed to be almost enjoying the treatment. His head had fallen back against the chair, and he was breathing in that strained way that he did when he was turned on and trying to hide it. Kinky bastard, you thought to yourself.

President Loki paused his assault on your Loki’s neck to look back at you. “See? He likes it, dear. Now be a good girl and get on the bed,” he commanded. The growl in his voice let you know that he would not tolerate being disobeyed again, so you nodded and clambered on top of the bed. 

Sliding off Loki’s lap, the variant gave him a quick pat on the head and then made his way over to you. “Mmmf!” Loki mumbled, earning a sharp look from President Loki.

“I won’t hurt her. If you stay quiet like a good boy, I may let you have a turn.”

That sent chills down your spine. The thought of both of the Lokis having their way with you was almost too much, and your shaking knees finally gave out to send you sprawling onto your back against the pillows. Seemingly amused, President Loki snickered and crawled onto the bed. He crept forward until he was hovering over you, dark blue eyes raking across your trembling form.

You squirmed under his piercing gaze. The shivers making their way up and down your spine were unrelenting, no matter how hard you tried to keep still and quiet. “What happens now?” You squeaked out.

President Loki’s mouth opened in a wide green, revealing stark white teeth that almost looked sharp. “Now, we play.” Green light appeared at his fingertips again, and your hands shot up uncontrollably. You yelped in surprise and tugged on the rope that had appeared on your wrists. You were bound to the headboard, completely at the mercy of this variant. And fuck, it was exciting and terrifying and arousing all at the same time. What a mess.

There was that green light again. This time, it revolved around itself until it took the shape of a jet black dagger. President Loki ran his thumb along the handle, eyes leaving you to gaze lovingly at the knife. Your breath quickened in fear. “Stay still,” he purred. With deft fingers, President Loki raked the tip of the dagger down your shirt, cutting it open at the front. You let out an embarrassingly high pitched squeal as cold metal came in contact with your bare skin. But, as he promised, the variant did not hurt you. He made quick work of your pants as well, abandoning the knife in favor of simply yanking them down your legs along with your panties.

The cold air hitting your bare skin made you gasp. You tugged uselessly at your wrists, wanting to cover yourself in embarrassment at your sudden nakedness. Your frantic squirming made President Loki chuckle, and he leaned down to nip at your ear. “Don’t worry, sweet thing. I’ll warm you up.” His hot breath against your ear sent shivers of pleasure down your spine, and you couldn’t suppress a soft moan.

Suddenly remembering your restrained boyfriend, you managed to peer around President Loki to make sure he was alright. Your Loki was still bound and gagged, but now his face was alight with a crimson blush. Your eyes drifted downwards to the prominent bulge in his pants. When he caught you staring, Loki dropped his gaze away from yours, ashamed.

President Loki watched the silent conversation, amused. He trailed a thin finger up your thigh, then sat back to straddle your hips. “He’s enjoying himself,” the variant said confidently. He grinned at you. “I know because he’s me, and he likes what I like.”

All you could do was stare up at him with wide eyes, naked and defenseless underneath his weight.

“Oh? Surprised, are we?” President Loki drawled as he waved his hand casually. His suit faded away with his gesture, leaving him bare as well. His long cock mirrored your boyfriend’s, and it was swollen and dripping. You licked your lips. “I’ll take it you two haven’t fully...explored his interests. Us Lokis crave dominance, to be left at the mercy of a pretty thing like you.”

“So why aren’t you-”

He cut you off with a gentle slap to your inner thigh. When you sucked in a harsh breath, he chuckled. “Because there’s something else we love. Power.” WIth that, President Loki moved to place his legs on either side of you. He grabbed your ankles roughly and pressed your legs back until they sat atop his shoulders. You groaned at the stretch, then sighed heavily as he titled his head to the side to mouth at your ankle. “Ready, slut?” He growled.

You didn’t get a chance to answer. The air was stolen from your lungs as the variant plunged his hard cock into you, the stretch burning. You screamed out in pleasure and pain, listening to what sounded like both Lokis moaning in unison. The version that was currently buried deep inside of your heat rolled his eyes back in pleasure at the feeling of your pussy flexing around him.

“Oh, it’s been so long,” the variant moaned. “I want to make this last.” He began thrusting his hips lazily, more grinding into you than anything. You whimpered as you got used to the size of him. It felt like you were dreaming with how overwhelming it all was. Your core throbbed again and again as new gushes of arousal spilled from your cunt, and your head was spinning with the knowledge that just feet from you, your boyfriend was being forced to watch another version of himself tear you apart. And he loved every second of it.

From behind President Loki, your Loki whined, and you could just barely see him twitching his hips up into nothing. “Please,” he begged, and you noticed that he had managed to slip the gag from his mouth. You weren’t sure what he was begging for. To be touched, to touch you. Probably both.

President Loki looked at you with lidded eyes, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he ground his cock deep inside of you. “Should we let him play, too?” He asked, voice ragged.

You nodded frantically. Words escaped you, but you desperately wanted your boyfriend here. You longed for his touch, wanting to feel them both. President Loki nodded and waved his hand back towards the chair. Loki’s bonds vanished, and he was scrambling onto the bed as soon as he was free. 

He crawled up to the top of the bed, hands outstretched to grab your face and pull you in for a kiss. Your Loki gasped desperately as President Loki grabbed him by the hair, pulling hard so that he stopped just short of reaching your lips. Your Loki whimpered and went nearly limp in submission.

The variant let go of Loki’s hair, tsking at him like he was scolding a child. “You may not touch her without my permission.” His voice was surprisingly even, given how he was still thrusting into you. “Are we clear?”

Your Loki opened his mouth to argue, then thought better of it and nodded obediently. President Loki grinned wolfishly. “Good boy. You may kiss her.”

In a flash, your lover was leaning over you, pressing his mouth clumsily to yours. His tongue sought entry, and you let him in enthusiastically. You could practically feel the desperation seeping from his every pore. You’d never seen him this worked up, and silently wished you had discovered this kink of his a little sooner. “You look beautiful like this,” he panted into your mouth.

When you began to reply, it was cut short by a yelp as President Loki’s hand dropped down to play with your clit. Your Loki kissed you again, drinking in all of your moans as his variant brought you higher and higher with those deft fingers. With a growl, President Loki snatched your Loki’s hair again and dragged him away from your lips. Loki’s pitiful whine matched yours as you both gasped for air.

“Fuck her mouth,” President Loki commanded, increasing the pace of his thrusts with a growl of pleasure. His fingers kept up their assault on your clit, and you fought to crane your neck up and open your mouth to be ready for your boyfriend’s cock.

Loki hastily yanked off his pants and pulled out his weeping dick. He shuffled over to you, then leaned forward until he was close enough to guide himself onto your tongue. This was familiar, the heavy weight of Loki’s erection stretching your jaw. You closed your lips around him and began to suck, gritting your teeth against the cries of pleasure that threatened to break free from your throat.

President Loki let go of the other Loki’s hair and instead gripped your hip roughly as he began fucking you an earnest. “So tight,” he hissed. “Cum for me, little slut. Cum for your god.”

Helpless to do anything but obey, you felt your back arch up as your entire body convulsed. Pleasure ripped through you and left you a whimpering mess, drooling around you Loki’s cock. Your boyfriend cursed at the sight of you cumming, and began to pump himself in and out of your mouth. “I-I can’t help, fuck, help myself, darling. Ah, oh gods.”

“Such a good girl,” President Loki praised. He groaned at the tightening of your walls, then removed his hand from your clit to wrap a long arm around your Loki’s neck. Your Loki was forced to lean back against President Loki’s chest, only able to keep his cock in your mouth because of his lanky body.

Your Loki cried out, the sound broken up by his variant cutting off his oxygen. His hips stuttered violently, and you felt thick cum spurt into your throat. Somehow, you were able to force it down instead of choking, and you heard Loki whimper at the feel of his sensitive length being constricted by your throat. “Love, fuck,” he keened.

Seeing the two of you cum proved to be too much for the variant. “Oh, Norns, I can’t,” he groaned out harshly, then slammed himself into you and held his hips there as his cock pulsed within you. As he came, the magic binding your wrists dissipated, and you brought your arms down to rub at the sore muscles. Hot seed spilled out of you, running down to your ass. President Loki watched his cum drip from your swollen pussy in appreciation, panting softly. 

Your Loki had collapsed next to you, and was now snuggled up against your side. The variant frowned at the sight, and you could almost detect a rueful look on his face. You hissed in a pained breath as President Loki slowly lowered your aching legs from his shoulders. He sighed as he pulled out of you, a rush of liquid gushing out and wetting the bed. Most of the dominance gone from his demeanor, he shifted awkwardly, as if he wasn’t sure where he fit in this dynamic.

His sudden insecurity didn’t surprise you. After all, he was a Loki, and they were notorious for their false confidence. It tracked. After a moment’s hesitation, you reached up and grabbed his arm to pull him to lay down next to you. He stared at you in slight confusion, but obliged, leaving you sandwiched between the two Lokis. You turned to your boyfriend, who was already drifting off, too fucked out to keep his eyes open. With a soft smile, you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

President Loki cleared his throat, catching your attention. “I, uh. It’s a bit sad. Seeing what I could’ve had. I can’t help but be envious.” He chewed on his bottom lip and looked away, bravado completely gone.

You rolled your eyes and threw a tired arm around him, feeling a rush of satisfaction when he purred happily and cuddled against you. “I think I have room in my life for more than one Loki,” you whispered. And it was true. If Loki was born to be a villain in every timeline, then you were born to love each one of them.

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Oml I've had this request idea for so long so I was wondering how you'd do it. How about some headcanons/little scenarios of Levi, Erwin, and Hanji getting caught making out with their fem so by someone else in the scouts? 😏 This has been in my head so LONG soooo I feel like you would portray it well

“Caught,” Levi x Erwin x Hange Headcanons

okay okaaaay cute idea🥺

Summary: getting caught making out with your s/o by another scout.

Warnings: implied smut with Erwin

Fem!Reader

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Levi:

He’s always been the type to be clingy and openly affectionate in private. He never really liked PDA or even being flirty with you in front of others. He liked to cherish you behind the closed doors and show you how much he loves you there.

It never bothered you, you were always professional when it came to your work so you agreed with him about not wanting to show too much of your relationship to the other Scouts.

One day Levi was more clingy than usual, he said it was only because he had a nightmare about losing you and it felt too real. The entire day when no one was looking, he would touch you in any way he could. Grabbing your hand, touching your lower back. He felt like he needed some slight touch of yours to be reminded you were still here.

Around the afternoon, he had forced you to stop your work and come to his office. It had bugged you but you couldn’t sit there and complain about Levi wanting to be around you for every second.

He was just a teddy bear, very hands on and loving so him having a dream about you no longer being here- it had crushed him in ways he couldn’t explain. He was deeply in love with you, he couldn’t handle losing you so the slight dream just fed into his insecurities and anxiety that he had to be around you.

As you stepped inside his office after knocking, his eyes lit up when he seen you and instantly stood up from his desk as you walked over. His arms embraced you in a tight hug, his lips kissing the side of your head and a sigh of relief slipped out of his mouth.

“Why did you call me here?” You mumbled, rubbing his back and he grunted under his breath, his eyes moving to look at you.

“Just missed you is all.” He barely said loud enough for you to hear, feeling embarassed for admitting that out loud. He felt dumb for bothering you and taking you away from your work to see him but he felt like he needed it desperately.

“Hm, because you missed me?” You teased, making him roll his eyes and his hands grabbed a hold of your cheeks firmly, staring into your eyes.

“Yes,” He quietly said, admiring you as his thumbs rubbed over your soft skin.

Time felt like it had frozen still just for a moment, his eyes burning into yours and another huff escaped his mouth as he tried to rid the insecurities he had replaying in his head.

You could tell how frustrated he really was, he hated to be deep into thought about everything- especially when it came to negative thoughts. You moved your hands to rest on his sides, gripping onto the material of his shirt and tugged him closer.

You wanted to take away his troubles, his thoughts and his anxiety. You wish you could easily take it from his hands and deal with it yourself, he deserved to be happy everyday.

As you felt his thumbs brush over your cheeks, you leaned up to press your lips on his. A gentle kiss but it definitely made him feel better, making all the stress slip off his shoulders and replaced with love and butterflies.

His hands stayed firmly on your cheeks, afraid of letting you go but also not wanting you to pull back from his lips. He just needed this a little longer. He had tilted his head, leaning more into your mouth as both of your lips moved in sync with one another.

Suddenly the door had opened up, Armin and Jean walking inside while calling for Levi before noticing the scene before them, making them freeze in the doorway and made the both of you break apart and glance back at the door.

All four of you stared at each other, the awkward tension and not really knowing what to say about what had just happened. Your relationship wasn’t a secret, no, but it wasn’t clear if everyone knew about it or not considering you two aren’t much of a pda type couple.

Armin and Jean’s eyes were wide, they had no clue about your relationship so walking in felt like they violated your privacy and saw something they weren’t supposed to see.

Levi grew frustrated, staring at the both of them and crossed his arms over his chest as he gave them a cold stare.

“You either speak on why you’re here or leave.” He simply said, causing the both of them to stumble on their words and Armin ended up just grabbing Jean and dragging him out of the office.

“We’re so sorry, we didn’t see anything. Ignore us.” Armin rushed out, grabbing the door and shut it, hearing them panic as they go down the hall,

“You scared the poor boys.” You glanced over at Levi, making him roll his eyes and meet your gaze.

“Maybe they should learn how to knock.”

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Erwin:

Erwin is the type of person who likes to have everyone know you’re his but he’s also very professional in his work and making sure that his work and your relationship don’t intertwine and ruin one another.

He’s always kept his head screwed on and he always treated you more like a colleague while working and you always done the same to him. He cared a lot about his job, it was one of his favorite things along with you.

So, it didn’t bother you to have him focus on his work during the day and come home to cherish you ten times more. It was a good mixture to keep the relationship healthy and stable.

But one particular day, you found yourself a bit more needier and trying to go about your work as if nothing is wrong was bugging you. You couldn’t help but think of Erwin repeatedly, the other night replaying in your head of him touching you in all the right places.

It was really starting to annoy you, sure this has happened before but the other times it was easy to manage and ignore. This time it just was on the tip of your brain, repeating like a broken record and it was starting to make you go crazy as you keep catching yourself zoning out and daydreaming about it

You were stationed on the opposite side of the base, trying to concentrate on the plan for the expedition coming up and as you sat there trying to listen, it was getting more evident that you were dozing off into thought.

After a while there was a meeting that had to be held with most of the Scouts, mainly the higher ups, to discuss the next expedition but you were too lost in your train of thought to even realize what they were saying.

“Y/N.” Levi snapped his fingers in your face and your eyes shot up to meet his, the scary plain look on his face and you could automatically tell he was irritated.

Erwin had looked across the room, noticing you zoning out and he tried not to think too hard about it, you two were at work- not at home but he felt like there was something wrong, maybe you were upset or too in a depressing mood to work.

As the meeting went on, it had finished up and Erwin had asked for you to come to his office and at first you thought that he had caught on and it had actually excited you a bit but the both of your thoughts were far from similar.

Once you stepped inside, you turn to face him as he shut his door and you reached out to grab a hold of his hands. He had looked at you with concern and before he could ask you what’s going on, you had smashed your lips onto his.

He was a bit taken back but he couldn’t deny that he liked the sudden kiss from you and he wasn’t too phased since it was inside his office. Your hands had moved up to cup his cheeks and eventually sliding them back to tangle in his hair, both of your lips molded together.

Suddenly the door had creaked open and someone had grunted loud enough for the both of you to hear. Erwin had ripped away from you, both of your eyes moving to meet with Levi’s as he shot you both a disgusting look.

“Please, there’s a lock on the door for a reason.” He rolled his eyes, walking inside and slamming the papers on Erwin’s desk before returning to the door.

“My apologies.” Erwin spoke, making you hold back a laugh at how red his face was from embarrassment.

“Tch, save it. Just lock the fucking door.” Levi shut the door behind him and that’s when a laugh had slipped past your lips.

Erwin was completely flustered, his cheeks heated up and the look of fear knowing Levi had caught the both of you making out. You didn’t find it that much of a big deal, it was Erwin’s office after all- not his fault that Levi didn’t know how to knock.

“Whats so funny?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement at your small fit of giggles as you shook your head.

“It’s funny how flustered you are.”

“I’m not flustered.”

“Hun, your face is more red than a tomato.” You pointed out and he huffed out a breath, moving to sit down at his desk trying to rid of the thoughts of being walked in on.

“C’mon, it’s not that bad. We were just kissing.” You teased, leaning over his desk to place another kiss on his lips and he looked up at you, the small smile edging in his lips.

Erwin remained silent, his large hand reaching up and caressing one of your cheeks as his thumb brushed over you skin slowly. He released another breath, the sight of you instantly making his nerves calm down and the embarrassment slip away.

“Still humiliating.” He said sacrastically, a gentle chuckle leaving his lips and you rolled your eyes.

“Better get over that thought because I’m not finished with you yet.” You mumbled, grabbing a hold of his chin and he had looked at you surprised.

You couldn’t care less about Levi walking in, your main thoughts were still on your boyfriend and the previous thoughts you’ve been having all day and being seen making out wasnt going to stop you from getting what you wanted.

“Oh?” He simply said, collecting his thoughts and finally realizing what you had been talking about and it made him realize why you’ve been zoning out all day. It made sense.

“This time, lock the door.”

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Hange:

Now, Hange never cared what anyone thought whether it was about her or her work so she wasn’t ashamed or phased in the slightest when she got into a relationship and she sure wasn’t embarrassed to show it off and to show you off.

But you, on the other hand, were the opposite. You were really shy and awkward when it came to opening up and you were always flustered when it came to the Scouts teasing you about your relationship.

You weren’t embarrassed or ashamed to be with her, you were more than in love with her but you weren’t used to this sort of attention, you’ll admit that she’s actually your first relationship so you were still getting used to it.

You worked under her, being apart of her team and helping her with a lot of research studies she was obsessed with, that was the main reason why you two gotten so close.

As you stood inside her little lab, sitting on a stool and reading over papers while she mumbled to herself about some theory she was testing out. You glanced over at her when her mumbling got louder. Hange is always unaware when she starts talking to herself when working, you thought it was cute.

All of a sudden a loud excited scream left her lips, almost startling you and she jumped up.

“I figured it out!” She laughed more to herself, completely forgetting you were in the room as she grabbed her pen and began to scribble down on her journal.

“Figured what out?” You spoke, your eyes turning back to the paper before you and her eyes shot towards you.

“Something about Eren’s titan form.” She couldn’t hold back the excitement running through her veins as the adrenaline was pumping through, making her more hyper than ever.

She went over to where you were, her arms wrapping around you from behind and she glanced over your shoulder to see what you were reading before sliding it away from your vision.

You turned your head, raising a eyebrow all while the butterflies swarmed your stomach when her grip around you tightened, her lips planting a gentle kiss on your cheek, making your cheeks grow red.

“What?” You asked, noticing how concentrated she was on you and you were almost convinced you had something on your face.

“Nothing nothing, I’m just happy is all.” Her voice was low, making a small smile come across your lips.

Hange couldn’t help the overwhelming amount of love she had for you. She was deeply in love, more than she can explain out loud and it was never her intention to fall for one of her cadets or anyone in the Scouts period.

But the day you came in after the training corps, set on being under her team and wanting to work with her little experiments and loving her theories just as much as she did- she suddenly fell right into that deep hole with you.

She always thought that she would only be in love with her work and her job. She never seen herself with anyone before you only because everyone thought she was crazy for being so obsessive over the Titans and wanting to learn their way of thinking and behavior.

But you, pushed her in the right direction and always gave her good advice and made her feel more confident in her work, even though she was pretty confident before but having you was like a big bonus.

You could tell she had gotten lost in her train of thought again, she always zoned out and thought about you and it was always cute to see. Soon she had snapped out of her, her attention back onto you and she leaned down to press her lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, definitely meaningful to the both of you. Your hand moved up to cup her cheek to keep her in place, tilting your head and leaning more into her. The small make out session was starting to get heated pretty fast but it ended abruptly when the door had opened, both of your eyes shooting over to the door to see Eren.

“Oh- I’m sorry, I didn’t- I wasn’t- I didn’t see anything.” He stuttered, quickly walking out and shutting the door behind him.

“Don’t worry about it, kid!” Hange shouted as Eren’s face turned bright red, quickly walking down the hallway and away from the room, trying to rid the scene he just witnessed.

She turned to look back at you, your face completely flustered and bright red again. The embarrassment lingered over your head like a rainy cloud and she couldn’t help but laugh at it.

“So humiliating.” You mumbled, shaking your head as you looked down to hide your face considering how hot your skin was.

She quickly grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to look at her, the small smirk on her face had made you almost melt beneath her fingertips. Her lips kissed your red cheek a few times, trying to hold back her laugh.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s his fault he barged in here.”

“I’m still embarrassed.”

“Don’t be!”

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Anywhooooo, been a long few days. 🥺

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✞ pairing: Nishinoya x reader, Bokuto x reader, Kuroo x reader, Tsukishima x reader, Terushima x reader

✞genre: is semi-funny a genre?

✞warnings: characters are late third years, so theoretically they’re 18‼️

“Yuu, slow down, I can’t keep quiet”you tried your hardest not to moan loudly. Ever since spring started, the girls' uniform changed , causing an uprising in Nishinoya’s pants. Having sex before practice was something you two did regularly but now, the way he was thrusting mercilessly was making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You needed to anchor yourself back to reality, fearing that if you didn’t, you’ll lose yourself in the way Noya was pounding into you. Your fingernails dug straight to his back, which caused him to climax automatically. “ Sorry babe, you know how I get when you scratch my back”. Many giggles later, Yuu stepped into his practice. Everything was fine until Tanaka began to play fight with him, causing his shirt to lift a bit. “ NOYA-SAN ARE YOU OK? DID A BEAR ATTACK YOU?” Hinata basically screamed. “ Does it look like there are bears here dumbass” Kageyama replied, drinking from his water cup. “ Unless (Y/N) all of a sudden became a bear then no” Noya replied with a wink on his face. Yes, cue Ennoshita chasing him around for Daichi to scold him.

“ You’re so cute, baby! Taking me like a champ! Hey, we have a game this weekend, are you coming? No pun intended” Bokuto said, unfazed at the fact that your fingernails were creating scars on his back. Bokuto was fast and rough the majority of the time but he really never realized, he just kept talking about his day. He is just so excited, you can’t blame him. Feeling you climax all over him granted him to kiss you sweetly. “ I love doing this with you” he said, cupping your face. After helping you clean up, he entered practice. After a rigorous two hours of practice, the boys were changing. “ So that’s why you were late huh?” Konoha said, placing a hand on his hip. Washio cleared his throat, wanting to change the conversation. “ Oh this? Don’t worry guys, I’ll tell (Y/N) to go easier next time” Bokuto said cheerfully, not realizing that his sex life was suppoed to be private. “ Bokuto-san, those things are not meant to be said out loud” Akaashi reminded him. “ But Akkashi, they asked” Bokuto said, beginning to pout. Washio sighed “ No we didn’t”

“ What is it, honey? You’ve taken me so well before, what's different now” Kuroo whispered into your ear. “ y-you usually don't go this fast” you tried to say despite the abuse your poor cunt was getting. “ Well we are having a quickly before praci-” before Kuroo could finish his sentence, you dug your fingernails in his back. “You’re gonna reget that you fucking brat”. Several scratches and moans later, Kuroo entered practice. Everything was going great until Yamamoto slapped Kuroo’s back in congratulations for scoring a point. Kuroo let out a loud grunt, causing everyone’s head to turn around. “ Everything ok, Kuroo-san?” Yamamoto asked worryingly. “ Yea, just back aches” he lied. “ Kuroo, come here” Nekomata called from the bench, “ The nurse got some new equipment for muscle aches, please go see them” Kuroo tried to dodge going to the nurse but he had no choice. “ Could you please lift your shirt to show your back please” the nurse said politely. Once he took off his shirt , the nurse giggled softly. “ Oh, you can go back to practice”.

“ Don’t go mutilating my back now, must I remember that you asked for this” Tsukishima whispered into your ear and his movement had lost the intention to slow down. Tsukishima’s angle and sleep at which he was destroying your hole made it difficult to form words. You couldn't even speak, all that came out your mouth was broken up moans. “ Aw, am I fucking you so good you can’t even talk?”He said, softly slapping your face. After more incoherent words and a trail of drool down your neck, Tsukishima entered practice. “ Tsukki are you alright?” Yamaguchi asked, noticing red skin in the back of his friend's neck. “ Yea why?” he replied. Daichi coughed and raised his eyebrows. Tanaka + Noya were behind Daichi, holding out two thumbs-up, congratulating their friend. “Idiots” is all Tsukishima said before placing his towel around the back of his neck.

Yuuji’s tongue piercing felt amazing on your tongue while he had you pushed into a wall, inside you. “ Baby, leave my back full of marks” is all he told you before connecting lips again. You knew Terushima loved showing off how you scratched his back wherever you two had sex. You didn’t even try to hide your moans at this point. The way Terushima was fucking you made you see stars. After cleaning you up, you noticed Terushima not out on his shirt. This man had the audacity to enter practice shirtless. Upon entering the room Kazuma sighed loudly “ Here we go again”. Terushima dropped his hoodie on the floor and grunted loudly. “ Ughh, my back hurts soooo much”. The young 1st year manager came running to his side. “ Is everything ok Terushima-san?” the new manager asked. Before Yuuji could boast about his sexual life, Misaki came behind him loudly slapping his back. Falling on the ground, Yuuji yells back “ You never let me have fun” to which Kazuma responds, “ Was your little adventure before practice not enough fun?”

a.n: I haven’t been feeling so good so I’m sorry I haven’t posted :( this was a request I got a whole back and I finally had enough motivation to write it! I hope you like it!