#let me just come out and say i won't be held responsible for the amount of emotional devastation you're about to face

[lottovalentino]

hello i just thought you may be amused to know i saw your latest post reblogged onto my dash and tried to move on but could not and finally ordered a copy of assassin’s apprentice lmao 😭

oh anon 😭😭😭 i get it. the fitzloved cocaine is too strong.....

[savannahsdeath]

hi savannah! i love ur writing a lot!! 😭

can u write something about reader getting high with ellie and.. you know how some people get high and horny? yeah. you can add more if you want, i’m not really good at writing ideas sorry!

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DEALER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

summary: you leave your little party with friends in order to visit your favourite dealer..

warnings: 18+!! weed n just smut

writers note: i have another bbf!dealer!ellie idea (the one i made a poll abt) but i still didnt write it and omg idk💔i swear itll be posted soon

you already smoked, quite a lot, but you and your friends agreed that's not enough. and since ellie, the best dealer in your college, likes you the most, you proposed you'll go for more.

and so you were walking through one of the biggest buildings in the campus, as close to the wall as possible, so if anything, you won't fall in the middle of the hallway, after the curfew.

you knocked on the door to her room, messier than anyone elses. you heard her swear under her breath, but she smiled as soon as she saw it's you. she softly, but firmly, dragged you inside, before anyone could notice your strange behaviour.

"look, i won't sell you anything." she immediately annouced, sounding almost disappointed.

you frowned, looking around and swinging your arms. "why not?"

"you had some already." she pointed at you, your red eyes and widened pupils. "plus, i don't trust your friends. i won't take any risks."

you smirked and playfully nudged her. "come on, i bet i'm the most responsible client you've ever had."

"maybe the prettiest one, but you're far from responsible." she shook her head with a shrug. "none of you knows when to stop."

you looked down, biting the inside of your cheek in thought, before catching her gaze again. "but you know. maybe you could-"

"no way." she cut you off with a chuckle.

you sighed and, without asking, sat on her couch, tapping your nails on your thighs, trying to come up with something.

she was visibly surprised by you - not only your visit, but the fact you still didn't leave. she said no, what else was there to talk about?

"look, you gotta give me a small amount, i'll take anything, i don't care." you replied, desperate.

you knew there's no convincing her, and you already felt the itch of a need you could barely suppress. she stared right through you, amused. your eyes already dilated. your hands shaking. the smell of her stash maddening.

you looked back at her and you knew that she was about to let you have it. but not because you asked. she was going to enjoy this.

"what if.. i'll give you one more." she smiled, rummaging through her drawers. "but you'll share it with me, not with them."

you pouted, raising your hands in confusion. "what do you mean?"

she held out a joint for you, but she moved it away as soon as you reached for it. "i mean, someone has to keep an eye on you. and i know how to, you said it yourself."

"but-"

you sighed and agreed. why not? no matter how she puts it, you knew you're going to enjoy her company, and she does have that good stuff.

"whatever you say, ellie." you replied, still pouty that you had to now share your hit. but you knew she's right, plus, you'd have to share it with all your friends otherwise.

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your head was spinning and you were breathing harder. she laughed again as you coughed a little. her hand rested on your thigh, the couch you were sitting on surrounded by dirty clothes.

"feels good." you whispered.

you had weed in mind, but you realised it sounded like you were talking about her touch too late, after these words already escaped your mouth.

she looked at you with a smirk. "feeling good, huh?" her hand ran up your thigh a little more.

your mind was blown and you were way too high to figure out what to do. if that was her plan all along, it was working out perfectly.

you wanted more.

your head was clouded. you were giggling, giggling at yourself, giggling at the world. everything felt so funny and wonderful at once.

you wanted more.

you looked up at ellie and your eyes grow wide as you stared at her. she stared back at you for a few moments. you've never seen her like this.

no, that's not true. you've never felt her like this.

ellie smiled and moved a little closer to you. you could feel her presence and that's all there was.

you took another hit from the joint. and ellie was there to hold it as you did so.

you could feel her lips brush gently against your ear. you weren't sure what she was whispering. you just focused on how her hot breath tingled your neck.

she smiled. she knew exactly what's going to happen next, and she liked the fact that you could barely form any coherent thoughts, even though she wasn't much better, not at this point.

she took the joint from your lips as she looked up at you and smiled, not saying anything. she didn't need to.

she held the joint up and took a long, slow drag as you watched. sometning about it, about how the smoke drifted away when she exhaled, was just so attractive, you instinctively licked your lips. you focused on her soft breaths, making yours synchronize with hers, what helped you stay conscious.

she moved closer and you closed your eyes. you could feel her hair against your face, smell the scent of her hair.

as you opened your eyes, you realised that the world was spinning, and you and ellie were now on her bed. she had her mouth pressed up to yours.

you didn't know how long it's been going on for. maybe you just didn't care. but it felt good.

you gasped, right into her lips, as you noticed one of her hands is beneath your cotton panties. you didn't remember how it happened, but you were glad it got there. it moved synchronously to the rest of her body, but you figured out it was there just to test the waters as she started going down on you with her mouth without actually working with her fingers.

"you're even prettier when stoned." you giggled, not sure if you formed the sentence correctly, but basing on ellie's smile in response - it was understandable.

her tongue laid flat on the wet spot on your cotton underwear, making you realise your pants are on the floor. god, when did all of this happen? you didn't know there's a 'skip' button in real life, but at least you managed to come to your sense in the best moment possible.

"awh- do i really make you feel this way?" she chuckled against your clothed pussy. "i start to doubt you came here just because 'your friends picked you'.."

you hummed, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. "you called me your prettiest client."

"and i don't take that back." she traced the hem of your panties, before sliding her fingers slightly down and caressing the outlines of your slit, barely visible through the soaked fabric. "mmh.. why does it matter now?"

"i'm just telling you- god." your hips uncontrollably raised, pressing against her hand. "just telling you, you shouldn't be surprised by this," you pointed at the surroundings of your lower stomach with your chin, "if you say things like that."

she finally, slowly took your underwear off, humming a little; "mhm". you weren't sure if it was supposed to be an answer for you, or an act of satisfaction at the view, but either one was fine.

she kissed your clit, pressing her tongue followed by her lips against it. the little touch had you moan, feeling a weird feeling of electricity starting from your core travel around your whole body. you didn't know if it was really that magic, or did the weed made you feel so much details.

she repeated this move a few times, each earning a moan or two from you. the knot you had in your head while trying to think of a way to make her sell you some more of her stuff was now in your stomach, loosening with every lick of her, now flattened, tongue. you tugged on the little bun she always had, pulling her closer to you with every small energy boost you got from time to time. you heard the sounds of your juices flow out, right to her mouth.

you squirmed under the bruising grip she had on your thighs, sometimes moving it to your lower stomach to gently press on it. when she did, you could see a spot in the shape of her hand, way lighter than the rest of your body, on the place she just left.

her eyes would sometimes look up at you, looking extremely innocent, what seemed weird compared to how her tongue fucked in and out of you.

ding!

you thought you heard sometning, but you quickly forgot about it, focusing back on ellie.

ding!

now, you were sure you heard something, but still didn't know what.

ding!

you saw your phone, laying on the floor near your pants, light up. your friends were spamming you, but your vision was all blurry and you didn't see anything. before the screen turned off again, you managed to notice one notification;

luccyy💞: idk about you, but for me, buying weed takes less than one hour

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[sunnylands-world]

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Pairing: Vinnie hacker x fem reader

Summary: you become needy and your boyfriend won't deny you no matter what he's doing

Word Count: 699

Warning: thigh riding, fingering, dirty talk, kinda sub reader and Dom Vinnie if you squint

A/n: I had deleted this but I don't remember why so here it is again lol

You read the warnings if you continue to read. I'm not to be held responsible.

Comments, reblogs, and inboxes are appreciated and motivational

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Curled up in Vinnie's bed, you watched him play his game, but the dull ache between your thighs had not gone away since he seated himself. You are aware that he was live on something, but you were uncertain about what, not that it was important to you at the time.

He hasn't looked back at you since he told you he would be playing the game. He wore a pink sweater and black shorts while making minor comments to the fans or whatever. You made an effort not to disturb him while he was playing, but you had no idea how much time it would take or if he was aware of your desire for him at that moment.

You wiggled a bit and pressed your face against his pillow with a frustrated grunt. His blanket was tucked between your thighs and you unconsciously moved around, rubbing yourself against it. It wasn't helping, especially since you were aware of his close proximity.

He was chewing the inside of his cheek while his headphones rested on his dirty blonde hair. His lips were puckered slightly, and his nose piercing glowed in the blue lighting.

"Vin," you whined, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Vinnie" You yelled a little louder, Vinnie's eyes wandered for a moment before he asked someone to hold on. He pushed from the table, pulled his headphones down until they rested on his neck, and turned to you.

"Yes, baby," he said sweetly as he smiled and looked towards you.

Vinnie wasn't stupid. He knew you like the back of his hand, so it didn't take long to understand what was happening.

He returned his gaze to yours, this time with a lustful look, tilting his head while smirking. He gestured at you in a beckoning manner and asked you to come over.

You stood and walked towards him, his shirt falling just above your mid-thigh. You waited impatiently for anything he would give you.

He didn't say a word, but tapped his thigh. You looked puzzled, but still sat.

He lifted his headphones, leaning towards your ear, as he whispered,

"Move".

You did what he said, rocking against him, in need of friction of any kind. You bite your lip, feeling your clit have just the appropriate amount of pressure to get you off.

He returned his attention to the game and announced his return to everyone. You moved shamelessly in his lap while he played, and he occasionally rested his hand on the fat of your ass, giving you a slight squeeze or leaning forward to whisper praises in your ear.

"Good girl."

"That's it baby, get it nice and wet for me."

"Just like that."

"My pretty girl is so needy for me, isn't she?"

And you nodded, biting your lip even harder, tasting the metallic flavor of blood as you try to suppress the need to be loud for him, like you usually are.

The wetness in your panties probably left a patch on his shorts, and it seemed to only heighten your pleasure doing something like this while everyone or anyone could have heard you if you made noise.

You began to feel your stomach knot. You leaned forward, kissing and sucking at your boyfriend's neck grounding yourself in the security of coming undone in his lap.

His unoccupied hand sneaked in between your bodies to touch your swollen clit, and he rubbed circles on the throbbing bud, assisting you in getting closer. You used all your will power to not cry out.

"Let go baby. I know you wanna cum for me," He whispered, noticing your starting to tighten on his fingers as he snuck them into your clenching pussy and that was all it took for you to unravel, trembling against him.

You quickened your pace and bite down on the flesh of his neck to hold in the sound, as the intense feeling made you feel limp.

He lightly tapped your ass, encouraging you to look up, and he simply nodded towards the three screens. As you looked back, you came to the realization...

You had just came on a live stream where you were visible to everyone...

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Nice thought, reblogs, and inboxing is appreciated and motivational ❤

[koishiro]

Can you make a story where the reader isn’t a dom?

a/n: 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 😔

Brat | Jungkook 방탄소년단

↳ summary: Jungkook needs to teach his little brat a lesson she’ll never forget

↳ pairing: husband!Jungkook x fem!wife!reader

↳ genre: smut

↳ cw/s: spanking, kook ties you up, unprotected sex, cumming inside, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving)

"Why won't you just admit that I'm right and you’re wrong?"

What could I say to that? When she turns into a brat, there's just no sense in arguing, because no amount of logic can possibly penetrate the pride.

I simply glared at her and stood tall. That's when I caught the hint of a wicked grin at the corner of her lips.

"Because," she continued, "There is no way that you’re right about this. I'm right and you.are.wrong"

She took a step closer to me.

"You’re being a brat," I said.

She giggled and took another step. We were less than a yard apart.

"That's got nothing to do with anything. I'm still right" That wicked grin exploded across her face and I was hooked. My heart started pounding and my mouth went wet.

"Au contraire," I said, raising one eyebrow. "That's got everything to do with it, because there's no way someone who was right would resort to being a brat. Since you’re acting like a spoiled little girl, you are most definitely in the wrong and I am right”

"Noth-ing to do with it!" She repeated followed by her sticking her tongue out at me.

"Oh yeah?" My argument had been so good a second ago, now all I had left was fourth grade?

She didn't even answer. She just shook her hips. That's when I broke.

"Come here," I said, and I grabbed her by both wrists. "Let's go to the bedroom and sort this out like adults”

"Oh no you don't," she said, but she didn't resist while I tugged her toward the stairs and led her down to the bedroom.

I took her in my arms and kissed her behind the ear causing her to squeal and try and squirm away, but I held her firm. I gave her earlobe a nibble and felt her knees buckle and her breath catch.

"Stop it!" she called out, between gasps. I let go of her ear.

"Stop it? Is that because you know I'm right?"

"No!"

She sounded defiant, but her grin was pure lust.

"Are you looking for a spanking? Is that it? Because you are acting like a total brat and you're going to get one”

I didn't wait for a response. I picked her up in my arms, my left arm behind her back, my right under her knees. She squealed again and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

"Put me down!" she laughed.

I gently set her down on the bed, but flipped her onto her stomach and before she had her balance, then planted myself astride her ass.

Gathering her wrists in my left hand, I went into my nightstand drawer and pulled out one of my black ties. I looped the material through the slats in the headboard and soon had them tied securely around each wrist.

"Hey!" she protested. I got off her ass and stood next to her on the bed.

"Well?" I said, sternly. "Are you going to say you're sorry?"

"I'm right! You need to apologize to me”

"Mm hmm”

She watched me intently while I calmly stripped off my shirt and tossed it into the hamper. I undid my belt and pulled it swiftly through the loops. Cocking an eyebrow at her again as she bit her lip. I nodded and dropped the belt on the bed. It would be there when I needed it.

I slowly and deliberately unfastened each button of my jeans, then dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving me in my boxer shorts. I could tell she was hoping I'd pull my cock out and let her suck me until I forgot all about punishing her, but not this time. I was going to make this little brat admit that her husband was right.

She wore a sheer white lace blouse and a pair of tight blue jeans, fitting her just right.

"So," I whispered, lifting the back of her shirt slightly, "Which is it going to be? Good girl...?" I gave a kiss to top of her back, drawing a sigh from her. "Or brat?" I finished, kissing my way down to the hem of her jeans.

“You’re wrong” I put my hands on her ass cheeks and gave them a quick squeeze, just to let her know they were on my mind. I reached underneath for the snap to her jeans where she helpfully raised her hips for me.

"You know, sweetheart," I teased, as I yanked the snap open and pulled down the zipper. "You are heading for a monster spanking if you don't own up to the fact that your husband is right”

She just shook her head. I let go of her hips and she settled down on the bed again. I pulled her jeans over her hips, exposing the cute white thong with black polka dots that I had bought her for Valentine's Day. Her beautiful ass was on display, just for me.

"Up on your knees, brat," I ordered after successfully pulling off her jeans, "It's time for your spanking”

"What?" she protested. "This is so unfair!"

I forcefully lifted her hips with a strength that caught her off guard. She pulled her knees up with a gasp, ending up on all fours but with her arms stretched out before her, tethered to the headboard. The thong left her cheeks nicely exposed for the spanking I was about to deliver as I stood to her left and gave her right cheek a tender stroke. I smiled to myself: this was going to be fun.

The first spank was a quick but stinging slap to her left cheek. She jumped and a little squeak burst from her lips. I knelt on the bed and placed my left hand possessively between her shoulder blades, holding her down a little. Then I started giving her a proper spanking.

I struck her left cheek again with a loud smack! I slapped it twice more before having at her right. I slapped her right cheek twice with brisk, upward-angled strokes that produced a satisfying clap.

"Owww!" she protested when I stopped after the fifth spank. "Stop it!"

I ran my hands lightly over the skin, sending a shiver through her body.

"Stop it? Why is that, hunny?" I taunted. "Is it because I'm right?"

"No! Stop being mean. I'm right!"

"Oh, I see," I answered. She looked back at me, pleading with her eyes. I just shook my head with disappointment and spanked her right cheek again — much harder. She gasped. I struck her left cheek, swinging my hand from over my shoulder.

"Eep!" she squeaked.

I turned my body toward her feet a little more for a better angle and began raining blows down on her ass. I spanked her hard, targeting different parts of her butt until both cheeks were bright red. She cried out with every slap — and especially loudly when I smacked the sensitive junction where ass met leg.

I stopped abruptly, panting from the exertion.

"Ow ow ow!" she said. Her eyes were watery. "That’s not fair!"

I scooted over behind her and planted soft kisses on the burning red skin. She gave a little sigh, but continued to protest her mistreatment. "I'm not wrong, really I'm not. Please stop. I'm sorry..."

I liked her attempt at an apology, short of the mark though it was, so I needed to give her a bit of a reward before her punishment resumed. I took hold of the sides of her thong and tugged it down over her hips, pulling it down her legs, up and over her feet and tossed it across the room. I knelt between her legs and nudged her knees apart a bit.

"Please don't punish me any more," she begged. "It's not fair”

"I know it's not fair, but you need to admit that your I’m right" I slid my hand along the backs of her thighs until it reached the underside of her ass. I pushed slowly forward until my fingers found the soft skin of her labia.

She gasped and opened her legs slightly wider. "You know what’ll happen when you admit that I'm right and you're wrong," I teased, letting my fingertips glide along her lips. "I'll touch you so nice, hun. I'll make you feel so good. I'll give you such a reward, baby. All you have to do is say 'I'm wrong. My husband is right”

She made no answer; she just sighed and rotated her hips a little against my hand while I massaged her. The lips were swollen and parted easily when I probed with two fingertips. I felt her inner lips and the entrance to her cunt, wet and ready. She gave the cutest moan — the one that always makes me fall in love with her again. I couldn't resist feeling her, stiff and ready to be touched. But she still hadn't said the magic words.

"What do you say, baby? Is your husband right?"

"I mean," she sighed. "There are all kinds of ways to look at things, right? So maybe you're kind of right”

I stopped moving, scowling at her when she looked back over her shoulder to see my reaction. She didn't soften — she hardened.

"But I'm not wrong. I'm totally not wrong!"

"Admit you were wrong, baby” I commanded.

"Never!" she playfully defied.

I withdrew my hand from her pussy and placed both hands firmly on her ass.

"Then you need more discipline hm?”

I reached behind me and took ahold of my belt. If she was going to continue to be stubborn, I was ready to take it to the next level.

I folded the belt in half and gave a soft swing at the back of her right thigh. It struck with a bit more force than I'd intended and a CRACK reverberated around the bedroom. My wife cried out, "Ow!" I let my arms follow through, then reversed and backhanded her left thigh. CRACK! She twitched and pulled her legs up under her body, seeking cover for them. I scooted back a bit and then swung the belt swiftly onto each cheek of her ass.

"Please!" she called, after the four swats of the belt, but that was all.

I dropped the belt and stood up beside her head. She looked up at me with watery eyes. I slowly slid my boxers to the floor.

"Please what?" I teased, as I stroked my cock to fullness, inches from her lips.

"Please, no more of the belt”

"Do you promise to be good?"

"Yes, I'll be a good girl for you Kook, so good!”

My cock swelled in my hand. I leaned forward and she slipped her lips around it with practiced ease. Oh that felt good. She sucked on my cock with slight difficulty considering her hands were still tied. My left hand went to the back of her head, my right drifted down to caress her red ass.

"Yes, baby," I cooed. "Suck my cock the way you always do”

"Mmmm," she moaned on my dick.

I quickly pulled away from her mouth and got back behind her again. I started rubbing and grinding my cock onto her dripping pussy.

"You want this, baby?" I asked, tapping the head against her displayed clit.

"Yes, baby. Please”

"Oh I want to give it to you. I want to slide this cock right into your pussy” With that, I took to working her opening in a gentle circle with my dick, pressing against the tight ring of muscles that was so ready to yield and be filled, if I applied a little more pressure. "There's just one thing you need to say, sweetheart”

"Oh please, baby. Please. I'm wrong, Kook. You're right!”

I let my hips fall forward and my cock sank into her wetness all the way to the hilt. I groaned with satisfaction: that was all I needed to hear, but she kept going.

"Oh yes, fuck your wife. Please fuck me. I was wrong, baby. Just keep fucking me”

I reached forward and yanked the straps of her binding loose. Her right hand flew down between her legs and she started playing with her clit as I fucked her.

"It's okay, baby," I panted. "Everybody makes mistakes. Now, I'm going to give you a big reward for owning up to it”

"Yes, give me my reward. Cum in my pussy, baby”

My hips were out of control. I fucked her wet pussy as hard as I could, feeling my cockhead swell like it does when I get close. She worked her clit in time with my strokes and the knowledge that she was feeling so good sent me over the edge.

"Yes, sweetie, here comes your reward. All for being so good for me. I'm gonna cum for you, baby"

The warmth of orgasmic bliss spread from my cock throughout my body, then came into sharp focus as I snapped and launched my cum deep into her. My voice gave out, shifting into short grunts in time with my sharp thrusts.

My cock pulsed and throbbed, shooting jets of cum into her pussy while my hips kept working her over in a desperate, orgasmic fuck. Then, my head was too sensitive. I pushed hard, burying the last few shots as deep as I could, grunting with every spasm. My weight on her ass pushed her forward until with one last shudder, my cock slid out of her pussy.

I found myself looking for reality again as I sprawled on top of her, trying to keep my weight on her hips, not her back. The room span a bit. I suddenly realised that I had more work to do before returning to the real world.

"You're such a good girl," I cooed, praising her. "Such an obedient wife, to admit that your husband was right”

She moaned a response into her pillow. Her fingers were still busy on her clit.

"You deserve the best reward I can give you”

I sat up, then gently rolled her onto her back. She didn't take her fingers away from her clit until my lips had taken their place, wrapping solidly around the sensitive nub.

"Oh yes," she moaned.

I held her clit between my lips and teased it softly with the tip of my tongue, randomly darting all around it, looking for every possible nerve ending that needed attention.

As her passion deepened and her orgasm approached, I sensed that she needed more. I slid two fingers of my right hand deep into her pussy and fucked her gently, mixing our juices together and pushing my come deep into her body.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" I asked, going back to teasing mode and blowing cool air across her clitoris.

"Oh yes, I'm a good girl."

"Good. Now be a good girl and cum for me”

I attacked her with my lips again, fucking her hard with my fingers and applying pressure to the root of her clit. She lifted the backs of her legs off the bed as her body tensed up.

"Good girl," I mumbled into her clit, between licks, “cum for me baby”

And with that, she cried out and came. Her legs snapped tight around my head. I held her clit firmly between my lips and rode her, pushing my fingers deep into her cunt and relishing the steady throbbing of her orgasm. One, two, three, four times her strong muscles gripped me, then her hips fell to the mattress and she collapsed in satisfaction.

I gently pulled my fingers from her pussy and climbed up next to her, wrapping her in my arms. I had to squirm a bit to arrange things so that my still-dripping dick was pointed at our sheets, not her thigh, but then I was able to tug a blanket over our bodies as we settled down.

"You are the best wife in the world," I whispered in her ear.

"You're right," she sighed.

— 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘹𝘰

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

All mine♡

Kokushibo my beloved♡

Warnings: female bodied reader, drunk sex (consent is given before), humor (i think its funny), dom kokushibo, standing up sex (whatever u wanna call it lmao), reader is kokushibos wife🫶🏾 and human, dirty talk from kokushibo, man handling(?)

Kokushibo disappearing most nights was something he had informed you about from time, since he was in the twelve kizuki and working for a man he couldn't say. Just as you were done washing up and heading to your shared bedroom and saw him sitting on the porch looking at the sky. "You're not being summoned by that man tonight?" You walked closer to kokushibo sitting beside him. "No... "He" does not require my presence tonight, and I already did my other tasks. I assumed you were sleeping already, " he said bluntly.

"Is that so?" You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder "well I was planning on having a drink by myself tonight, but since you're here, why dont you come inside and join me?" You asked, resting your hand on his thigh.

Kokushibo looked at you with a slight blush on his cheeks and wrapped his arm around you're waist "I am a demon.... I won't be nearly as drunk if I have the same amount as you do, " he said. "So you have a whole bottle to yourself then. I'll have my amout, and you have yours, " you chuckled.

Kokushibo was never the one to make fun suggestions when he's with you since his type of "fun" was fighting death battles. So he would agree to whatever ideas you had since he found enjoyment in what you had planned and how much effort you put into your plans with him. Despite him being a literally demon and straightforward, he loves you so much he could never Refus you without good reason.

Once inside, you brought two bottles of sake out holding them in each hand and sat in front of kokushibo. He gave you a questionable look, and you giggled, "Don't worry, I didn't buy this alone. I was with a friend today after work. Come to think of it, I've never seen you drunk. Are you a Cryer?" You teased

"Demons usually get aroused when we drink.. it's been hundreds of years since I've drake sake...so I don't believe it's strong enough to get me to that point, " he said and took the sake bottle, analyzing it in his hand. "Well, if you do, then we can have sex." You giggled "joking" around but looked at kokushibo with puppy eyes. Kokushibo looked at your face and then eyes trailing down your body. "I accept," kokushibo said, making you chuckle at his response.

After 10 minutes, kokushibo had drank the entire bottle and some of yours and sat there in silence, not moving a muscle. "Kokushibo?" Your voice slurred out his name and crawled to him "hey you there? Helloooo, " you said and poked him."y/n.... sake really has changed over the years...." He said, moving his hand to your cheek and then to your ear, playing with it between his fingers.

"Stop it, that tickles!" You laughed, crawling onto his lap to straddle him,"you're ear... it's so cute I could eat it, " he said with all his eyes resting. You looked at him, shocked and a bit scared. "Oh okay, um. Let's not say that since you are a man eating demon, " you chuckled nervously. All of Kokushibo's eyes widened, and he gasped softly but also a bit dramatically. "Oh noo.... no, no. You are a human whom I'd never eat... never eat, " he said, still playing with your ear, but this time sticking his finger inside your ear.

"Don't do that either!" You slap his hand away but held it intertwining your fingers with his laughing hard."My god, you're so out of it, aren't you!?" You said and kissed his hand and looked at kokushibo. After looking at each other in silence, kokushibo couldn't help the smile curling from his lips and started to chuckle, eventually turning into low keep laughs.

This is the first time you're seeing your husband laugh, let alone smile. You couldn't help but laugh along with him, loving the feeling of him being relaxed and comfortable with you. Kokushibo hugged you tightly, and you did the same while rubbing his back. "I love you," kokushibo said. "I'm.... happy I found a human like you." He said not only drunk but actually coming from his heart, and you give him a kiss."I love you too, silly. That's why we are married, " you giggled

"I am not silly." kokushibo slurs his words and kisses you back but more passionately and slowly moves both hands to your ass. You placed both hands on his face, kissing back with tounge, letting out small "mhms." Kokushibo pulled back, breathing heavy. "It looks like I was wrong.... I did get aroused" he said taking your hand and places it over his cock "but I can't help but lust for you" he said "then take me" you said teasing his tip with your thumb

"Y/n, I told you to stay still. You'll fall if you don't" kokushibo said while flicking his tounge your clit while holding your waist keeping you still. "Kokushibo- It's too much! I'm getting close, " you moaned, grabbing onto his hair to push your pussy more onto his mouth. Kokushibo sucks on your clit and thrusts his fingers inside your wet pussy and made sure to curly them in the right places, making you cum on his fingers seconds later.

You rest your body against the wall and look at kokushibo out of breath "kokushibo I can't stand anymore," you said with shaking legs. Kokushibo licks his fingers clean and then starts to kiss up your body. "I was not planning to make you stand any longer," be said, grabbing both your legs and picking you up. You gasped in the moment, underestimating how strong your demon husband is. Kokushibo used one of his hands to hold your whole body and the other hand on his cock rubbing his tip on your hole "hold on to me" he whispers "I can't hold back. I want to fuck you until you're screaming" he said and puts its in making you let out a squeal.

Kokushibo groaned, grabbing your ass tightly with both hands. "I have not been taking care of my gorgeous wife, haven't I? You're so tight" he said thrusting his cock slowly yet deep inside you at frist "I apologize. I'll make you feel so good, trust me. " kokushibo moans low in your ear and starts fucking you missionary style while making your whole body bounce on his cock.

You held onto kokushibo tightly, letting out loud moans and screams of pleasure in between with glossy eyes from how deep he is inside you, hitting your spot more aggressively. "I love your beautiful voice, ngh- haa~ and that fucked out face you make for me" kokushibo moans thrusting his hips faster "you're so close I can feel your pussy sucking me in, needing to cum all over my cock.... mhm, am i wrong?".

You nod you're head yes in reply "kokushibo, kokushibo please I need to cum. Don't stop, " you begged and kissed him, moaning in his mouth.

You could tell he was close too from his soft whimpers in the kiss and eyes squeezing shut. You felt his thick cock pound your pussy harder until kokushibo let out a long hum in the kiss filling you up with his cum while you having an orgasm around the same time.

The next day came around with the hours passing by, and kokushibo had to be summoned by "that man" again. Kokushibo pet your head and then cups your cheek. "I'll be back soon," he said, and you nodded with a smile.

Kokushibo rubbed his thumb on your cheekbone and leaned down to your ear. "You seem different somehow. Can you still feel me inside you, darling?" He asked with his other hand on your hip, making you hide your face in his palm and nod yes to answer his question.

Kokushibo grinned and kissed your forehead. "I see" He said and disappeared into the night

[bratphilia]

— burn (w. afton)

note ✧.*‎  part two of the self indulgent william fics!! think of this as a double feature. anyways this is my first time writing william and the reader as a married couple even though its barely glossed over, and not some taboo/scandalous relationship!! so enjoy :3

pairing ✧.*‎‎ steve raglan / william afton x reader

cw ✧.*‎‎ oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, bondage, squirting

taglist ✧.*‎‎ @dilfity, @iikyutee, @kissingrhi, @jen-parker, @kathxstuff, @papyrus-the-poet, @lowballbread, @cecelovesbooks, @bluebearieally, @cybunii, @van-van, @iamunabletothinkofablogname, @1ncidentdropout, @ice-echo26@, officially-a-simp13, @all4kura, @el-sol-sale-de-nuevo, @littlexstarlightx, @samlow23

synopsis ✧.*‎ you convince your husband not to shave quite yet.

"ah, shit," comes william's voice from the bathroom in your shared room. you perk your head up and peer over to see him standing in front of the mirror with a small amount of shaving cream spilled on the counter. 

you slide off the bed and walk his direction, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on the side of his torso. he remains unmoving, stoic as the humming of an electric razor comes to life. "maintenance time?"

"absolutely," he sighs, checking his beard out in the mirror. he let it grow too far, in his opinion, but you on the other hand craved it. was it weird? possibly, to someone outside of your relationship, but who cares. every time he kissed you lately, his beard scratched your cheek and chin, making you grow so weak in the knees you could only stand with his support holding you up. 

"well, i like it. maybe you should keep it a little while longer," you suggest hopefully.

william simply gives a short laugh. "i know that you like it. you have that cute little look in your eyes again."

you self-consciously look in the mirror, searching for whatever "cute look" he was implying you had, only to find your reflection staring back at you, most noticeably your pupils dilated in desire. fuck, you needed him. you decide to make it a game. "you won't do anything, though, so it doesn't matter. go on, shave," you say with a dismissive wave of your hand and turn your heel to walk away.

"oh, i won't do anything?" he challenges. you give a noncommittal "mm-mm" in response as you climb back on the bed. 

a beat passes. "get back over here and give me your wrists." 

that immediately grabs your attention. you try not to jump and spring forward, but nonchalantly approach him with a blank face, wrists held out for him. the shaving cream and now turned off razor is left abandoned somewhere on the counter. he undoes his belt and wraps it around your wrists, securing the clasp tightly. he pulls you closely so he can practically growl in your ear, "i'm going to go lay down on the bed then you're going to come over and sit on my face, got that?"

you inhale deeply, suddenly finding yourself short of air. "yes."

william situates himself on the bed, casually rest his hands behind his head. he turns his head towards you; your move. you pad over and climb on the bed, straddling him and shimmying your way forward on your knees. he decides to help you out and quicken the process by grasping your hips and practically lifting you onto his face. 

you try to reach forward onto the bedframe, only for your hands to meet a defeating tug against his belt. you were completely at his disposal. he dives in, smothering his face in between your thighs. he doesn't even use his mouth at first, just teasing you with his facial hair alone. it leaves a burning sensation in its wake and you moan desperately, fingers flexing against the leather bounding you. 

"fuck!" you cry once his tongue enters your weeping hole. he pulls it out and relentlessly laps up and down your slit. his finger tips dig into your hips in a death grip, almost totally halting any bucking motions you could try to make. he just holds you against his face, expecting you to take what he gives you. 

william groans against you in unison with your sinfully loud moans. the vibrations only add to the stimulation he gives you. he sucks your clit into his mouth and you swear you see stars. he pulls it with his lips so that your hood drags out ever so slightly and you're almost close. 

before you can react, he pulls you off his face. you groan, disappointed in the loss of stimulation. "don't be so sad, baby," he says. "lay on the bed, yeah? can you do that for me, sweet thing?"

"mhm," you mumble, shakily resting on the spot next to him and he repositions himself on his knees on the bed. your own knees are tilted upwards expectantly. 

he instantly takes matters into his own hands and lifts your legs up to your stomach. "keep them there," he tells you in a commanding tone.

you feel your core pulse at his words and throw your head back when his mouth returns. without warning, he sucked your clit without remorse. unrelentlessly flicking your pearl with the tip of his tongue with a method only he understands. 

you cry out helplessly once more once his impossibly long tongue slips inside of you once more. he thrusts it in and out, fucking you with it while you shake in his grasp. your curses and begging comes out as incoherent babbles as his mouth works its magic on you, effectively rendering you weak. 

he releases your legs from his hold and tries to spread your lips apart to give him more, but stops when you try to close your legs. "do i need to bind your legs together too?" you shake your head no and incessantly apologize, wanting nothing more but for his mouth back on you. "keep being good for me and you'll get to come."

"okay," you whisper.

you wish he would talk to you more in that gruff voice of his, but this treatment is more than enough. plus, his mouth is a bit too preoccupied right now so you'll take what you can get. 

"feel that honey?" he emphasizes by shaking his head, knowing damn well you can barely speak. "thighs all red from my beard. poor baby."

when he sucks his clit into his mouth again, suctioning it earnestly is when you're tipped over the edge before you can realize it. william, who usually makes you ask to come before doing so, isn't complaining, though. your orgasm has his face dripping. he looks up at you, eyebrow quirked. 

"'m sorry, daddy," you say in a small voice. "couldn't help it." he simply leans up to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his face. 

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[klutzyroses]

IkeVamp HCs: Virgin S/O

How do they react when they find out their s/o is a virgin during their first time and was embarrassed to say anything?

Suitors: Napoleon, Arthur, Comte, Charles

Warnings: NSFW, loss of virginity, Minors DNI

He froze when Y/N let it slip that she had never been with a man before. And she decided to tell him this now?

Napoleon

He hovered over her for a second, his eyes watching her nervous orbs twinkling with trepidation and...appeared a little glassy.

He had noticed she seemed hesitant to take off her clothes and he had assumed it was because she was nervous that it was her first time with him as his lover.

Not her first time at all.

He reached down and held her face in his hands, looking into her eyes with a stern look. He wasn't mad, or disappointed, he was just... concerned.

"Nunuche...why didn't you say anything?"

"I...I just...It's embarrassing and I don't know what to do and...I.."

His heart panged a little when he saw the mist in her eyes thicken with shame.

He found it worrisome that she would lie about this, luckily, they had only just gotten through foreplay when she made her accidental confession.

He would've felt terrible if he had only found out after it was all said and done.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Y/N. Nothing at all."

He pressed his forehead to hers, sighing.

"Geez, don't lie to me about this kind of thing. I could've hurt you, nunuche."

He won't say it, but he feels a bit proud, to be her first and her last, which is why he will be sure to be gentle with her and make it special, so that he can show her just how much she means to him.

Arthur

Um...do we remember what Arthur said in his first chapter? Because Y/N most certainly did.

Which was why when Arthur had her under him, his dexterous fingers sliding under her panties to feel her wetness as he slipped the first in slowly, he paused when he felt something...unusual.

Y/N watched the slight confusion swimming through the sapphire eyes before they widened with the realization that he had just made contact with her fully in tact hymen.

"Y/N...?"

"I...Arthur...um..."

She stuttered and bit her lip, trying to come up with an excuse. She flinched when he levelled her with a slightly hurt look that caused her to tear up.

"You could've told me, you know?"

"B...But you said...you preferred..."

Now it was Arthur's turn to flinch. Yes, he remembered what he had said the first night they met. There were so many things he did wrong that night and it seems one of the things he said stuck with his beloved long after the fact.

"I thought if you knew, you wouldn't want to...I mean."

"Oh Y/N...Darling, no..."

The amount of kisses and cuddling she received contained every ounce of regret for putting those ideas in her pretty head.

"I'm sorry luv. Let me make it up to you. "

He slides his fingers through hers as he wipes away a stray tear.

"It'll hurt at first, but I promise, this will be an experience you won't forget in a long, long time."

And he most definitely made sure of that. Once the pain dissipated, Y/N is almost drowned in more ecstasy than she knew what to do with.

Comte

The master of the mansion had his suspicions but they weren't confirmed until he had asked her directly just as he started unlacing her dress for her.

He knows it's not... uncommon for people to lie about these things, and while it was easier for men to get away with it but women...

Indeed, it'd be quite difficult to lie successfully about her virginity.

Which is why he asked in the first place, running a finger down the line of her back, tickling her smooth skin.

When met with her uneasy silence, he sighed and gently turned her to face him.

"Had I not asked, would you have told me yourself, ma cherie?"

The slow shake of her head caused a flicker of sadness to mar his visage as he caressed her cheek.

"Ma cherie, that isn't very responsible. You should tell me these things."

"I always wanted...to give it up to someone special...like you and now I feel...It's pathetic!"

Having travelled to her time before, he was somewhat aware that there was something of a stigma around women maintaining their virginity past a certain age, so he understood where she was coming from...but still...

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, ma beaute. I'm actually honored that you deem me worthy of being your first. But please be more honest about it. I loathe to think what would have happened had I hurt you out of ignorance."

He tucked her hair behind her ear, cupping her soft red cheek with a tender smile.

He would take care of her and make it the best she would ever experience. After all, he had every intention of not just being the first, but also the last.

Charles

Unfortunately, by the time Charles realized that his belle was as untouched as freshly laid snow, he was already inside her....oops.

He just taken notice of the pain all over Y/N's beautiful face and froze in his place before becoming aware of the ominous slickness down there. One glance at the bit of bleeding sent a chill down his spine as it hit him.

"Y...Y/N, you're a...I'm sorry, I didn't realize!"

He is so apologetic, peppering kisses all over her teary face as she shakily lets out a few whimpers, each one sending a cut into his heart.

"You...didn't realize...because I didn't tell you. It's not...your fault."

Her squeaky, pained reassurance did little to assuage his worries.

Charles remained as still as could be, not wanting to tear or break anything else. His large, cat-like eyes were wide, mournful and his lover feared he would also start crying.

"B...But why didn't you, now you're bleeding! I'm so sooo sorry!"

"I...I just felt...I thought it was embarrassing. I never did this before, because I wanted...to give it to someone who loved me and I know that you're more experienced than me and I..."

She couldn't continue before she had to bite down on her lip to restrain another onslaught of pained noises. She got her point across though, because Charles understood.

"Please don't be embarrassed! It's really sweet and I'm really happy you're letting me be the one to...Just...please don't lie to me anymore..."

Now, he actually did look like he was going to cry, nuzzling her like a love starved kitten, his tongue darting out to flick away a tear on her cheek.

Y/N swallowed thickly as she responded with a jerky nod.

Charles was always going to smother her with love, but now, she might as well have been gold. He will bend over backwards to make sure her first time with him would be earth shattering to make up for the pain.

🌸

[yuusishi]

As much as I love Malleus and Lilia, I still hate what they did at the Halloween event. And then when Ace says at them for showing absolutely no remorse (they admitted they had overdone it, but Lilia still said "next time we'll be more careful") My requests: Reader gives those back at school a nasty snap for it at Diasomnia. Why couldn't the two normally ask for a party instead of doing something like that. Reader also tells Lilia that he should have stopped Malleus first instead of helping. That they just completely exaggerated. At the end, Reader says that they are very disappointed in the two of them. How do the two react?

Halloween’s Consequences

pairings: Malleus Draconia , Lilia Vanrouge x gn!Reader

genre: angst ? not really

cws/tws: ooc Lilia? (first time writing him)

a/n: This took me an unholy amount of time to do because I did NOT know how to write for Lilia, especially for something like this 😭

You watched everyone go back to their own dorms after finally getting to return to NRC, the only ones you stopped are the two fae responsible for all of this

"Don't even think about getting away after all that" your voice was stern and was evidently angry.

The two looked at you and was slightly shocked to see you genuinely angry for the first time, your eyebrows furrowed even more at the sight of both of their faces

"I'll start with you Malleus..."

Malleus Draconia !!

You gave him a big sigh as you held your forehead on your hand

You were just so disappointed in both of them

"Malleus, I understand that you sympathize with the ghosts for missing the big party we had here in NRC, but kidnapping students and putting the rest of them in danger is not the right thing to do!" you yelled.

Lilia attempted to calm you down but Malleus stopped him, Malleus's face had an expression of understanding and even shame in himself

"You could've brought the ghosts over to Diasomnia or even my dorm to have your own party for them for Seven's sake! It won't be comparable to the Halloween parade we had but it's better than what both of you did".

Malleus stayed silent the entire time you were giving him an earful, taking in everything you said for future reference while Lilia stared at both of you, helpless that he was letting his Young Master be scolded like this, especially because of him egging Malleus on.

"Child of Man, I was not aware that everyone would react that way towards the ghosts, I...I give my most sincere apologies towards you and the students of Night Raven College"

You sighed once again, unsure whether to accept the apology or not

"You don't need to apologize to me, Malleus, especially since I was safe the entire time. You need to apologize to everyone else for putting them in danger, that goes for you too, Lilia" your head snapped to face Lilia once you mentioned his name

"Now it's your turn..."

Lilia Vanrouge !!

Lilia readied himself for what's to come, your face still visibly angry despite taking 10 minutes to talk to Malleus

"Lilia, your job is to take care of Malleus and help him, and usually I respect you for that, but not in this situation!" you yelled, arms crossed in front of your chest.

Another one that keeps silent, maybe this is where Malleus got it from, he kept his head up and back straight but never really looking at you in the eye, it almost makes him look like he's spacing out

"Did you really think kidnapping students would be better than just sending them a simple invitation? You could've just told them that they were going to have an escape room as a party game in the Spectral Realm"

You didn't have the energy to be angry anymore, you were sounding more exhausted than anything

"As the vice dorm leader of Diasomnia, I admit that this was a large oversight of mine, Malleus and I shall take full responsibility for this.

But as Lilia Vanrouge, I'm sorry that the ghosts attacked your friends, like what Malleus said, we didn't expect your friends' reactions towards them. If there's anything we can do to compensate for it, we're up to it"

You sighed "Look, I'm not looking to punish you guys or anything, I'm just...incredibly disappointed and even a little shocked that you both thought this was a good idea".

——

Looking at the two with tired eyes, you continued "Tomorrow morning, I expect both of you to have apologized to all the students you dragged to the Spectral Realm".

After finishing you turned and left, too exhausted from the events of the last few hours (or days) to listen to what the two have to say.

Lilia and Malleus stood there unmoving, none attempting to catch up to you and defend themselves fully knowing that this was just the consequences of their actions catching up to them.

[swmmi-kti]

The blind and the mute

DNI/BYF

Pairing: Gyomei x Kakushi fem Reader

Warnings: Death (look a kid dies).

You were not born mute. You weren’t you wish to speak at most moments. However You seemed to have lost the ability to freely talk when your family had been attacked by demons. 

You had Tried your hand at wielding a sword, But that was not your place. It was not what you were build for. For no amount of anger, sadness and resentment you held in your heart. You could never bring yourself to slay such pitiful beings. 

So you were a Kakushi. It was a rewarding job that you loved dearly. Helping wounded slayers and sometimes on the rare occasions if the circumstances were right, you saved a life. 

Truthfully that was all your skill could manage. You did survive final selection, you did slay demons. But you healed much better than you slayed. 

Your medical knowledge that your mother had passed down on you was a great thing to have. Especially when it came to the raw power of wild herbs. It helped make people’s pain and potential death be that much more avoidable. 

Maybe that’s why you got to be around Hashira so much more than normal. Sure its nothing to brag about. But you managed to catch the eye of the insect pillar. And on times where you could in fact spend time training under her. You did. 

She understood that you didn’t talk. She had seen that side before on her youngest adopted sister. She never asked what happened why you were here and not living a normal life. 

And even if she asked you could never recall exactly what happened. All you remember was screaming so loudly, that the moment you had awoken alive your throat hurt. 

Really there was no explaining. Unfortunately this happens a lot too. 

Nevertheless today was one of those days where you had learned a lot for today and Shinobu was letting you go. Deciding to take the usual route back you didn't expect to run into anyone. But that isnt how it works. 

You bumped into the stone hashira. Truly you didn't know how in god's green earth you managed to bump into such a unit of a man but well. Here you were. 

“Pardon me” he spoke waiting a bit for your response. 

You knew he was blind. Which now laid a bigger question. HOW in the world were you going to apologize to him? But without so much thought and maybe out of pure reaction you tried to speak. 

All that came out was a pathetic squeak. 

One that startled Gyomei!. 

“Oh! Are you running a cold? Perhaps you could go and see shinobu for that, It doesn’t sound good” 

You huffed in annoyance. You wished you had someone here to explain why you didn't respond. Or why you couldn’t. 

Really the only ones that knew of your condition was shinobu and Giyuu. Solely cause well he spend time around the insect pillar. You let out a frustrated huff of course coming out horse and unnatural. 

“Come lets get you there” 

Which you didn't know how to respond given the fact that well, he was guiding you back to where you just came from. You kept tapping his hand making the faintests of yelps but that didn’t stop him. If anything it seemed he kept pushing you. 

“Kocho. Sorry to bother you so much but it seems one of our Kakushi is sick” 

“Oh here let me- Oh! Y/n?” 

You looked at her. You smiled nervously as you shrugged at her. Signing to her that you tried to explain. But well how can you communicate when one you can't speak, and two he can't see what your saying. 

“Ah i see. Himejima it's alright. This is actually Y/n! You’ve never met but she actually can not communicate like us.” She looked at you asking you if it was okay before continuing.  “A demon ruptured her throat. We aren't completely sure if Y/n can talk yet or at all. But that rasp you hear is just gasps. Nothing a little medicine won't heal” 

Gyomei stood there. Perhaps a little dumbfounded? Yes he knew there are people that don't speak but he never thought about having to communicate with them. Not that it didn't cross his mind at all but he was also a man of few words. 

“Oh, Deepest apologies” he spoke, bringing his hands together clutching the beads he always had. 

“Y/n understands” 

You let out a huffed hmm nodding your head even though you knew he couldn’t see that. Signaling to Shinobu to apologize for the inconvenience that you may have caused. 

“Oh nonsense Y/n-san. Now remember to take your medicine companied by tea before you sleep” Shinobu spoke, patting your shoulders before you got the message. 

‘I’ll be going then. See you sometime next week And thank you for today's lesson’ you signed as you stepped around the Stone hashira and walked out for the second time that day. 

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

That's how it was for so long. Making the smallest of sounds whenever you did get to see Himejima. And he greets you as well. You were content with this, However you got closer after one mission he had gone on. You were one of the few Kakushi to help the injured. 

You had managed to help the wounded and that's when you noticed Himejima lowered on a very very young body. Without thinking, without even telling your friend you booked it to him. 

There on the floor was a young boy. No older than your youngest late brother. 

“I’m afraid his wounds are too great for us to do anything” 

You saw this scene before when your youngest brother died at the hands of demons and to hell you weren’t gonna let them have this one too. You didn’t care. Yes, the wounds are great. His leg is sliced open and his gut is bleeding out. 

He already looks like he’s dying but you were going to try. Give every single lesson Shinobu gave you and put it to the test. This poor boy is already heaving close to death and you knew it. But you would be damned if you didn’t at least try. 

You pushed the stone pillar out the way which wow okay rude but also wow what the hell how are you so strong. 

These thoughts ran through his mind but in the moment of silence as he felt you and felt what you were doing he couldn’t help but admire your dedication. 

But one can only do so much. So as you hastily stitched the wound down and stopped the bleeding you watched as he stopped breathing. 

You couldn’t believe it, You didn’t want to believe it. It was like losing your family all over again. You couldn’t help how you cradled the poor boy. How his little head rested on your chest as you tried so hard to feel a heartbeat. 

But there was nothing to do. So you wept. There was no sound to your sobs, there was only the breaking sound of you trying to form words that possibly could never come. 

You didn’t even feel Himejima bring you to him. Didn’t feel how he held you as you cried. You couldn’t believe it. 

After that you never really left the butterfly mansion unless it was to help the wounded. But you often found yourself beating yourself up over what happened. However with this new life you found that Himejima stayed with you. Talked with you and tried to make you feel better. 

All you could feel was rage. Hatred. You felt all the things you never thought you could feel. How dare Muzan Kibutzuji take any more lives. Lives of innocent children and how dare you be so weak. 

To anyone else it seemed there was a new flame to the passion of learning the medical field. To Gyomei it seemed all that uncontrollable rage could finally be put at ease. 

Yes it didn’t exactly suit you. Your aura before was too calm too mellowed out by the years of sorrows and now all that followed was your rage. 

So he made it a point to always (whenever time served) to speak with you. To teach you how to let go of that rage in a healthy manner. You knew and he knew as well that no matter how much hatred lay in your heart for demons you couldn’t slay them. 

Today you decided to join himejima. He had invited you to eat with him today and Genya. And while you knew he meant well in easing your mind it kind of irked you a little. 

You were fine before. You would be fine this time too. But you figured it would be nice to just have dinner this time. Other times it would be techniques or what not. 

Stepping into his estate wasn’t uncommon but it wasn’t all too terribly common. However the smell of food welcomed your hungry form. 

It wasn’t long before you joined the two. Safe for Gyomei to assume that you enjoyed Genya’s company. 

Genya was a charm and while at first he was avoidant and even so after an hour he kinda barely spoke to you. You couldn’t help it, couldn’t help how your hand rested atop his head like how you would pat your younger sister. 

It was nice to be around someone that reminded you of home. 

Gyomei may not be able to see how anyone else does. But he can see it, sense how you two seemed to get along so well. Two souls that lost something. Two souls that found peace together. 

To be honest you wanted to thank Himejima, really. But how could you. Your medicine had managed to heal you but somehow it seemed almost impossible to talk. 

Everytime you tried solely to say your own name out of muscle memory you couldn’t it felt like it burned you. 

You hoped that perhaps if your medicine kept working than maybe just maybe you could show your gratitude to Gyomei one day.

[spiderrrling]

Everything I never told you

summary - your best friend eddie tells you something he really wishes he would have told you sooner | 900 words

warnings - so much angst, reader is in the hospital after taking eddies place in season 4

a/n - sad about ruining your hand? channel it into angst, im genuinely so sorry but i think it's some of my best writing in a bit

"Hey there Trouble," his fingers grazed over your cheek, and he swears he can see the slightest twitch in your eye, hope he wishes won't be empty. Falling down in the chair next to you, normally he would be afraid to wake you from your sleep, a fear quickly subsided.

"you know I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to even start talk to you like this," Eddies voice quivered as his hand latched onto yours tighter than before, his burning hot skin against your ice cold, a touch he used to be so familiar with now turned into something grotesque, ugly even.

"you're here, physically I can see you, I can touch you," he squeezed your hand at that comment, "but you, the you that I know isn't here, I can't see that little glint in your eye as you come up with our next prank, I can't hear your laugh as I make the same lame joke for the millionth time, the you that completes me isn't here," his voice shakes again, whatever sliver of control he had mustered up slipped away from the moment he saw you.

"and you know what, I can't help but blame myself for it, it's my fault, I should have stopped you I should have done something, I should have-" his voice breaks, the hand that isn't holding yours covers his mouth in an attempt to conceal the pain slipping through his mask.

He's shoulding himself again, a common occurrence for someone in this state, everything he knew he should have said. The things that slip through the cracks waiting for the perfect moment before re appearing. But there is no such thing as a perfect moment is there?

It's just the lie we tell ourselves when we are too afraid to say what we really want to say.

But if there ever was a perfect moment, Eddie was sure it couldn't be this.

Lidded eyes, pillows of prisine white bandages slowly turning pink, fanned out hair over threadbare hospital sheets.

Nothing can be heard, other than your deep machine made breaths mixing with his panicked shallow ones.

"I'm sorry I haven't been here, another thing I should have done. "But seeing you- seeing you here means it's real, it means nightmares I could not even dare to dream now stand at my doorstep taking the form of you."

His fingers lace with yours, your grip weak and feeble in his. He probably couldn't remember all the times you held hands, but he knew the feeling of your limp hand in his would haunt him for years to come.

"Lots of people have been though, you would laugh if you knew how many bouquets of flowers that line this room, or the amount of stuffed animals," he takes a second to look around the room before continuing "You're so loved, so loved, no one more than me."

"I wasn't sure what to bring you, you'd hate flowers, make a comment about how they'd wilt before you even got a chance to see them. But it wont shock you to know, Wayne figured it out in the end," he paused, using his free hand to pull something from his bag and placing it in a free spot on the table beside you.

A mug.

Blue with flowers.

The one Wayne bought for you after he realized he considered you family.

It was perfect.

"Yeah it's pretty damn good don't you think, beats all the teddy bears bought at the gift shop if you ask me," he was still holding your hand, terrified of letting you go because he didn't know if he would be able to grab a hold of you again only to be met with no response.

"It's my fault-" he repeats again, "it's my fault you're-" dying, he wants to say it, the word stays deathly silent but they might as well be the loudest thing in the room.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all I did, for all I didn't do, for everything I never told you, for all of it I'm so sorry,"

Did you even know what was happening? He had no choice but to believe you did.

"It's ok if you can't fight anymore, it's ok to rest, I just need you to know the last thing I should have done, I should have told you I love you,"

"Not like I do every day, I am in love with you and that is all that I need you to know. The way you never give up on me, the way you talk to Wayne, the way you make me feel when you look at me as if I'm the only other person you share this world with, I'm in love with all of it." Tears had long ago formed in his eyes while he struggled to choke out the words he wishes for you to know.

"I won't bother you for long, I'll let you rest now," Eddie stood up, pressing his lips to your forehead, letting himself linger for more than he should.

"I love you," he whisperes softly against your skin, before finally dropping your hand back into the tussled bedsheets beneath.

thank you for reading <3 comments and reblogs are very appreciated!!

[abbythewritor]

"Fairness." One Piece x Saitama reader, 3.

"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Luekimia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.

Other things:

-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.

-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.

-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.

-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.

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The tension was high, Luffy and Jimbei attaching a complete fit of rage through his veins, as black beard held a smirk to his face. I could tell that this pirate in front of us did something wrong to cause the two of them so much anger, I remembered Ace talking about fighting a pirate named Black Beard, but I never expected him to show up here.

I saw Luffy put his fist to the ground, his legs spreading as he looked up at Teach, his skin soon glowing pink as smoke came off of him.

My eyes widened as he yelled Second gear, as his speed allowed him to zoom towards the pirate, slamming his fists hard into the man's stomach out of anger.

Teach slammed into the wall, leaving a significant dent as a man with a gun looked his way. "Captain!" He called out, soon causing Blackboard a hissy fit as he rolled on the floor. "Man, what a tough guy this is. Is he really the man who Ace fought?" Jimbei nodded. "Yes, don't underestimate him, he may look different, but in all reality, he has a potent Devil fruit." I didn't understand what he meant by devil fruit, so I took Jimbei's words seriously as I stepped closer, walking past Luffy to the bigger man. "Oi, fat guy." He looked up to see me, irritated from me calling him fat. "WHAT DID YOU SAY-" I slammed my foot beside his head, creating another crack in the wall. "You put Ace here...you meant for him to get caught by the Marines. So you can take his bounty and leave." He smirked and laughed. "That's precisely what I did...I've never seen you before, what are you? A pirate?" My head shook. "No, just a girl who's trying to better the situation. I've heard stories of you, one of you killing your crew member of the White Beard pirates. Is that true?" He laughed more. "What if I did? That old man never treated me like his own, so I made my own decision, and look at me now, a devil fruit user with a bounty higher than before. CHEHAHAHAHAHAAH!! That fool Ace will never understand when you cross paths with me; I always get what I want!" My fists clutched with slight anger, but my face didn't show it as I kicked off the wall. "Luffy, this guy hurt your brother, right?" Luffy nodded as I smirked. "Then it's your responsibility to put this man in his place." Your words struck Luffy hard as he nodded again, returning to his stance as his skin turned pink again, glaring at Black Beard. "I won't let you hurt Ace anymore!!" Teech got up, a smirk forming as black smoke emerged. Everyone stood at a reasonable distance, leaving the battle to the both of them as Luffy moved fast, teleporting in the air as he was ready to punch him; Blackbeard could follow him with his gaze. "GOMU GOMU NO! JET!" His left fist extended fast as Teech held up one of his hands. "VORTEX!!" He yelled, more black smoke coming from his palm, spinning like a black hole as it started to suck him in; his and my eyes widened with surprise as Luffy was completely sucked in, getting grasped.

"Luffy!" I yelled; I heard Bon Chan call for him as Blackbeard slammed him into the ground, which broke.

But everyone was surprised when blood came out of his head, as he was made of rubber, he was surprised as well, as he jumped back, touching his head.

Teech let out a menacing laugh, black smoke still surrounding him. "Seems like you don't have any idea of what happened! Your brother Ace looked like that!! Just face it, Devil fruit powers are ineffective on me!!" He boasted, Luffy getting angry as he was about to punch him again, until I stood before him, stopping as my hand grabbed his face. "Wait a minute, Luffy," I spoke, looking at him. "Enough already! This guy is powerful; that's coming from me. If you want revenge for your brother, take it later; he needs you right now! You too angry and high up from emotions!" He still struggled with your grip, pleading for you to let him go, as you didn't. "Let me go!" He yelled as Jimbei stepped in. "No, Luffy! What is your priority?! Like Abby-san said, Ace is the one who needs our help! Think about it! Luffy!" Luffy huffed angrily as things began to settle down, and Jimbei glared at Teech. "Ever since he was on good old Whitebeard's ship, he was so strange! I don't know how he got it, but he has this power that enabled him to defeat even the unbeatable Ace-San!"

My brows twitched from his words as I wondered why Black Beard turned out this way, that, and how much menace he had in his mind. "Luffy." He turned his head to me. "You must use your time and energy wisely here! Fighting him now out of anger doesn't help you save Ace!" He didn't want to admit it, but both of you were right, as he glared harshly to Black Beard, who smiled at him menacingly. Who laughed at him. "You are more robust than I thought! You got more Haki than before-" "Your name is Black Beard, right?" Crocodile spoke as he looked at the Warlord. "I heard that a nameless pirate on Whitebeards's ship had taken my place as Warlord. But it's odd. You should've been summoned by Navy Headquarters already; why are you here?" He asked, wanting answers as I did too; I nodded with agreement as he laughed again, crocodile continuing."You're risking your life as the Warlord you wanted by being here." Teach laughed more. "It's apart of my plan!" My head tilted. "Plan? What plan?" He turned to me. "Do I have to tell you everything about it? Your starting to piss me off with the questions..pests..." Crocodile glared at him harshly, as did I. "No, you don't; actually, I'm not interested at all... are you?" I shook my head. "No," Crocodile smirked. "See?" Blackbeard smirked as well. "How disappointing-" He was interrupted when something exploded, as Bon-chan and everyone looked that way. "W-What's going on?!" He asked as I stood by him until one of Ivanka's soldiers yelled suddenly as if someone was there. "Shit.." Crocodile muttered as Ivonka got into stance. "Not good." She pointed to Luffy. "Straw, boy! You better go now!! If you get poisoned by Magellan again, there's no way for you to survive this time!" She yelled as everyone started running up the stairs, the crowd pushing me slightly. Mister One noticed as he grabbed my waist, bringing me with the group as we headed up the stairs. "Mister one! Thank you!" I smiled as he nodded his head, still holding me to not get squished by the crowd, as Luffy and Crocodile landed beside me, soon running with us.

But, as we were about to get to the top, a Giant cow was in front of us, knocking some prisoners back. Noticing, I hopped out of Mister One's arms, who was confused about what I was doing as he charged forward, about to run into more people until I grabbed its horns, my strength stopping it in his tracks.

It let out a high-pitched moo; I was surprised I could do that as I didn't want to hurt it, as it was an animal.

So, I gently slammed my fist into its head, giving him a bump for it to sit on the floor. "OH! HE SAT!" Some prisoners yelled as Crocodile scoffed with irritation. "What are you doing, brat?! We need to keep moving-" He paused when a cute smile was on my face as everyone saw me praising the cow like a dog, its tail wagging. "Who's a good girl?! You poor thing! Under the stupid marines' control, you must be so fed up, huh?~" Everyone except Luffy blushed a little, surprised with how cute I was as the cow leaned over into me, and I gained its trust. "Never expected this." Mister one spoke, as Crocodile just nodded, just as confused as him, as I held the cow's face. "Can you tell your cow friends to let us go?~ We have an important man to save! Can you do that for me?" She huffed and nodded, letting out a loud moo as the rumbling stopped, the cows soon making a path for us to walk through.

Praising her again, I thanked her as we all went ahead, me and Luffy in front. Everyone was confused and shocked at how I did that but shrugged it off when we were almost to the third floor, as other Animals attacked us. We cleared them quickly as we reached the top, freeing more prisoners, but there weren't any, which confused me. "Why aren't there any prisoners in these cells?" Crocodile hummed. "I could ask the same thing.." Jimbei looked around as well. "I wonder who released them..."

After moments of exploring, we soon heard mayhem up ahead as we all went to check it out.

Luffy was surprised when we arrived, seeing familiar faces as a clown and a man with a three on his head with so many prisoners, as we found who freed them all. "Buggy!!" He yelled, a smile on his face as the clown turned, shocked. "MUGIWARA?!" All of us were running his way, and the number three man was shocked to see a crocodile. "CROCODILE?! BON-CHAN?! MISTER ONE?! AND-" He paused as both of them saw me running, a blank look on my face as my curves bounced, making them both blush furiously as we stopped before them. "Who's this?" Mister Three asked as the boys looked at me, as Luffy smiled. "This is Y/n! She was trapped in the same cell as Ace! She's helping us out!" I waved. "Hello, not expecting to meet a clown." Buggy scratched his neck with embarrassment as a smile plastered his face. "Well, it's your lucky day-" Bon-chan kicked both. "I HEARD YOU BOTH CALL ME A PERVERT! I AM NOT A PERVERT BLAH BLAH, BLAH-" As the two got kicked, I giggled, smiling as Crocodile and Mister One glared down at me, smiling gently at how cute it sounded.

The guards couldn't believe this mashup of a team, as I was shaking Mister Three's hand as if it was a happy reunion?

But, thinking that we were safe, the warden came up suddenly, as Buggy and Mister Three screeched from his appearance suddenly.

My eyes widened with shock as Luffy and Ivan-chan, the scissors man, were not there, and I gulped, meaning we had to run for it. "EVERYONE LET'S GO!"

Everyone followed my orders surprisingly, as we all bolted, heading a way to get to the upper floor.

But, as I was running, a bullet from one of the guards grazed my leg, and I stumbled. "Y/n!" Jimbei yelled, looking at me as prisoners stumbled over me; I looked at my leg, surprised that it also hurt me. As I was about to stand, I struggled to walk, and as I stumbled more, Jimbei was about to go back and help until Crocodile took care of the guard, as he easily picked me up again, looking at me. "You alright?" He asked, as I nodded. "Just a scratch, but bullets usually never affect me, so I don't know why these are different." He started following the group while holding me, glaring at the guards. "These bullets are different, made for devil fruit users, which is why your bleeding right now." A sand whip came out of his back, deflecting more special bullets with his sand as he wiped some guards away, slamming them into the wall. I was surprised at how he was helping me, as the way Luffy met him earlier, he seemed like a ruthless person, but maybe prison changed him? Who knows because you don't know anyone's story as you never met anyone here before.

"Is Devil fruit the powers you guys have?" Your question confused and shocked him as he looked down at you while running. "You don't know what a Devil fruit is? Have you been living under a rock? How did you get your powers from?" I sighed. "It's a story for later, but let us say I was given my power. Honestly, I come from somewhere that doesn't have these Devil fruits." His eyes widened slightly. "Really? Makes sense then, but the whole world has Devil fruits, so I don't understand why your land doesn't have any." I smile. "Like I said, it's confusing and a long story, so let's focus on getting us and the others out of here." He nodded, not questioning it further as he used his sand powers for quicker motion, keeping you in his arms as you all continued to head through the second floor, running from the warden.

As we headed closer, the warden's purple slime launched over us, and my and Crocodile's eyes widened, him bending down, ready to shield me from it.

But, the impact never came, as Mister Three stepped forward, using his candle power, which was impressive, to create a large barrier over everyone as my eyes widened with awe. Some prisoners cheered as he looked back at me and Crocodile. "Are you two alright?!" I nodded. "Yes, thank you, Mister Three!!" I look at the crocodile. "Are you alright?!" I asked, a little worried as his face was close to mine, and he smiled gently and nodded. "Barely even scratched..." I sighed with relief when smiling up at him as he stood up. "Good, I'm glad!"

"Everyone! Go now while you can! I can't keep doing this forever!" Luffy smiled and nodded as the warden sent more Venom to us, which Mister Three blocked again as it signaled us to move.

As we ran, we devised a plan; as Jimbei stated, there might be Navy ships for us to use up there. Luffy decided to stay with Mister Three to help, as Luffy had an Idea. It was risky, but we let him do it as Crocodile, Buggy, Mister One, and the others went forward, heading to the upper floor.

As we arrived, Bon-chan cheered as they were no more enemies, and Mister One glared at him. "You're letting your guard down, Idiot; what are you amature?" Hurt by his words, he scolded the swordsman as I looked at him from a crocodile grasp. "He's right, Bon-chan; we still need to be cautious. Like Jimbei said, there could be a bunch of Navy ships out there." Bon-chan slumped. "Maybe your right..." "He is right...don't be an idiot, even if it's ten, 800 marines are each on board, as very few of us came up here," Crocodile stated, as I nodded with him. "Yeah! We still need to be cautious, even when stealing a ship!" He understood and nodded in agreement as we reached the front door, and everyone was excited.

I hopped down the Crocodile's arms, ignoring the pain from my leg as I walked up to the door, quickly punching it open. "AHH SO POWERFUL!" The prisoners yelled, and Buggy was shocked too, as the sunlight shined on us for the first time, revealing the sea...and the Navy ships Mister 10 was described in the mist.

I sighed as I put my hand on my hips. "Just as we thought, we knew this wouldn't be easy." Everyone started to freak out, besides the devil fruit users, as Jimbei stood beside me. Everyone! You have me here! Let me handle this!" He announced as I looked up at him, then nodded as I completely trusted him.

Soon enough, he walked over to one of the entrance doors, Yanking it off its hinges.

Me and Crocodile smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing, as Jimbei jumped in the water and went under the door, holding it securely. "I can't carry that many, but if anyone is brave enough to steal a ship with me, hop on!" I smirked more, hopping on myself as I wobbled a bit. Crocodile and Mister One landed behind me, but soon, Buggy hopped on, feeling confident as he landed gracefully, his fists going onto his hips; as Jimbei zoomed off, I strumbled a bit from how fast he was going, as Mister One held me steady, holding my shoulders as I smiled up at him.

This was our chance to steal a ship and Help save Luffy's brother...we won't let you down because even if the world bites you in the back...

Everyone deserves an equal amount of fairness...

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[shootingstarpilot]

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For the WIP ask game 😊

ask game

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

god bless you, anon <3

so. the first one i have in mind is a time-travel au- an as of yet undetermined amount of time after order 66 goes through, the clones wake up back on kamino- just in time to see obi-wan turning away from the overlooking window.

obviously, mass chaos ensues. cody manages to wrangle most of ghost together, and they immediately go hunting for their jedi. all the way there, they're trying to figure what to say- he won't know them, he has no reason to trust him, and they'd shot him down- they can't not go looking for him, but what are they supposed to say-?

except then it all becomes a moot point, because they round the corner and hear the distinctive hiss-snap of a lightsaber, and obi-wan's voice, cold as ice-

"you are going to tell me everything you know about the chips, prime minister, and you are going to tell me now."

yeah. he got sent back too.

cody and co burst in, obi-wan whips around to face them, and for a moment he looks absolutely shattered before he wipes his expression clean and says, "co- commander. i can explain-"

and cody's voice cracks when he says, "obi-wan-"

and that's when obi-wan realizes.

anyway. of course there are hugs. and maybe smooches.

but i have a secret motivation for this. yes, i am fucking around with my own ocs' timelines here. but i don't care, because i have an Image in my head and it will not go away:

when everything goes down, helix takes half a second to reorient himself and immediately establishes his priorities. he can hear cody shouting, makes a note of it, but there's something higher on his list-

well. two somethings.

he goes for stitch first.

he finds him in the barracks. they're mostly empty, by now, but helix knows stitch and knows his instinct to retreat into small spaces and knows the way his head fills up with so much noise sometimes that it makes it impossible for him to do anything else, and if anything would be Noisy it would be this-

he screams stitch's name when he hits the cadet barracks- screams again, no response, but something is pushing him onwards, down the endless rows of bunks, and then he sees a tiny lump huddled under a blanket-

and he knows.

the relief nearly throttles him. he hears a tiny little sniffle and sits down on the edge of the bed, puts a hand on what he guesses to be a shoulder, and the lump stops breathing-

the blanket shifts. a head pops up.

my point. my point is. give me helix hugging actual tiny toddler stitch or give me death.

so. they find each other. they're missing their third.

needle's not in the barracks. he's not in the mess. he's not in any of the winding, endless hallways. he's not, when they meet up, with cody and company.

then stitch goes very still.

"what's the date?"

helix tells him. stitch goes white.

"we have to run," he says. "we have to run now."

stitch is right.

helix hits the hallway leading to the decomm rooms just in time to see the doors slide open and a bloody-nosed needle comes staggering out with a blaster held loosely in one hand. helix sees behind him, through the door, on the floor- the unmoving bodies of two longnecks.

needle's cloudy gaze focuses on them.

"it was gonna be me," he croaks. "couldn't let them wipe me."

stitch shrieks needle's name from where he's propped on helix's hip, and helix lunges forward just in time to catch him when his knees buckle.

there's a whole lot of information slotting into place all at once, and helix carefully sets aside the horror of it and holds onto needle (if he's even still? yet? their needle-) and tries to figure out-

then he feels the huff of a ragged laugh against his shoulder, and knows.

"actual baby," needle murmurs. the hug is returned at last- the two of them, clinging to each other, with stitch sandwiched between them- "can't tell me you're not a baby anymore. tiny baby."

stitch hiccups. "needle?"

"my baby," needle says, and helix can hear the smile in his voice.

stitch bursts into tears.

they do, eventually, go find the others. there are more hugs, unneeded apologies, even more hugs-

and, soon enough, plans.

palpatine won't know what hit him.

i don't think i'm organized enough to actually write this- to stick with the canon timeline, i mean- but the playground is fun as FUCK.

(anakin gets arrested as soon as he returns from tatooine, too. fuck him.)

[moremaybank]

hello you could do a heartbreak where the reader is Hope’s mother and Klaus’s wife and Elijah is secretly in love with her and when Elijah gets his memories back he realizes he left her to die at Greta’s hands and he’s devastated by what He decides to confess to Klaus that he loved his wife, which causes a bigger fight and hope listens to him and gets angry because he blames Elijah for his mother’s death 😋

IT’S ALL MY FAULT — e.m

pairing elijah mikaelson x fem!reader, klaus mikaelson x wife!reader, hope mikaelson x mother!reader

summary elijah spent years secretly in love with his brother's wife. when he and his siblings are forced to separate to protect hope from the hollow, he compels away all memories of life as he knows it — including his feelings for you. however, this leads to complications when he allows greta to kill you, and by the time he's realized his mistake, it's much too late.

warnings angst, mentions of death, arguments, guilt, grief, hope using her magic in a violent manner

author's note i really hope this was okay, i don't really think i'm as good when it comes to writing angst but i tried like hell

elijah masterlist

twelve hours. it had been twelve hours since elijah's world came crashing down around him without notice. twelve hours since he regained a thousand years' worth of memories. of pain, of bloodshed, of tears. of love, of hope, of fleeting moments of happiness. twelve hours since he was faced with the memory of letting the woman he loved to be killed in front of his eyes.

the guilt was already too much to bear. not only did he lose the woman he fell in love with so quickly, but his brother also lost his wife, and his niece lost her mother. kol, rebekah and freya had lost someone they'd considered a sibling. one mistake had caused everyone he held dear to him to feel an unimaginable amount of grief and suffering.

and it was all because of him.

how could he come back from this? from the memory of her smile, the twinkle of her bright eyes, her harmonious laugh. her kindness, her ability to see redemption in klaus, just as he had. the fantastic mother she had been to her miraculous daughter. she was the word 'magic' personified. she had a light in her, and elijah had snuffed it out, permanently and forever.

elijah's nerves coursed through him, accompanied by his immense remorse as he entered the compound. he knew klaus wouldn't want to see him, let alone speak to him. neither would hope, and rightfully so. he'd broken apart their family, and there was no way of repairing it.

his eyes landed on klaus's back, who was pouring himself a drink to quiet some of the noise inside his head.

"you shouldn't be here, elijah. i don't want you anywhere near hope, or me for that matter."

"niklaus...please. i owe you this."

"do you have the slightest idea of all the agony you've caused? you've left my daughter without her mother. the woman who has fought for her and been by her side since birth. her best friend and confidant. her favourite person in the world is gone. my favourite person in the world is gone. because of you."

elijah's heart was far past broken, but it shattered even more as he stood across from his brother. he could see the torture behind his eyes, the suffering he could barely put into words. and it killed him to know that he was about to make it even worse.

"i loved her, niklaus. i loved her as you love her now, and there is nothing i could ever say or do to repair what i have broken, but i need you to hear me. i adored her. she was magnificent, and brave. beautiful, kind, and strong. in all my years, i'd never met anyone like her. and i know it is my fault that she's gone, but there is not one day in my future when i won't feel this loss as you have, as you do. i'm responsible for this, and i will never forgive myself."

klaus's heart stung with utter betrayal. as if it wasn't enough for his brother to take the love of his life away from him, he now had to learn that he'd been in love with her? it was all too much.

“you took away the one person who has loved me through everything!”

"niklaus, i have loved you through everything as well. i'm still here."

"not through this! when we all split apart, you wiped away everything we'd ever gone through together. everything our family has fought through. all of it, without so much as a second thought. you weren't thinking about me, or hope, or our siblings. or her. you were only thinking of yourself. and sure, i've been selfish for centuries now, most of the time for the wrong reasons. but i've always fought tirelessly for this family, and i thought you would too."

"klaus, please—"

"was it worth it? compelling away all the memories of our family? i sincerely hope it was, elijah. because you have officially lost me forever. i don't ever want to see you again."

tears pricked at elijah's eyes as he felt every moment he and klaus had shared together flash through his mind. every time they'd laughed together as children. every time they'd fled in the wake of mikael. every smile, every tear. every vow to stick together through hell and back. and he also felt it all slipping away as he looked at his brother.

"i know i could never make this right, but i'm begging you to at least let me try. i owe that to you, and i owe that to hope."

"the only thing you owe me is the peace i will feel once you're gone from my life forever. get out."

a moment of silence passed as elijah gathered his bearings and started to walk away. unfortunately for him, he was met with the face of his beautiful and prodigious niece.

"what the hell do you think you're doing? killing my mother wasn't enough, so you had to come back and try to finish the job with dad?"

elijah had no chance to respond when he began to feel immense pain in his head. he crouched down to his knees, holding his head in pain as hope's magic ran through his veins.

"hope!" klaus called, but hope ignored him. it didn't matter what anyone said or did; nothing would stop her from avenging her mother. elijah's cries could be heard through the compound while hope kept inflicting pain on him with her powers. but hope couldn't bring herself to care. any pain that elijah felt, her mother had felt tenfold. so why show him mercy?

"hope, it's alright. just come with me, sweetheart. it'll be alright," klaus tried, but it was no use.

"i hope you never find a single moment of happiness for the rest of your miserable life. you deserve nothing but pain and suffering for everything that you've done. for what you took from me. i'll never get to see her smile again. i'll never get to feel the warmth of her hugs or cry to her about my first love. she won't be there to watch me get married or help me raise my own children. you robbed me of the beautiful life i could've had with my mother by my side. and you deserve every last feeling of despair. if i ever see you again, i promise i'll shove the last white oak stake into your heart and won't think twice about it."

hope finally let elijah go and stormed off, shoving past her father. elijah desperately tried to catch his breath as he watched his niece walk away, probably for the last time. he picked himself up off the ground, his eyes drifting over to klaus.

"there's nothing here for you, elijah. not anymore," klaus spoke before walking off in search of his daughter.

elijah stood there for what felt like an eternity. he could feel her presence all around him, and he prayed to whatever god there was up above that she could hear him when he finally spoke.

"i love you, and i'm so sorry."

[keepswingin]

Changbin + weak

He's half distracted in the kitchen, one hand clutching a bowl, the other searching for a cereal with some sort of sugar, because to hell with diets when he's more stressed than he should be, fingers dragging across spines of sharp cardboard.

He avoids getting into Han's stash of frosted flakes if only to save his own skin, mutters at Chan's ridiculous amount of oats, and sighs at Hyunjin's unopened box of lucky charms. Chan would be the least likely to come after him, but he's sick of oats, so he reaches for Hyunjin's box and hopes that he won't notice until Changbin's in the clear, tugging the box free of the cabinet it awaits in. 

Only for the bowl to suddenly slip out of his left hand, smashing loudly against the floor. 

Changbin winces at the noise, closing his eyes with a loud exhale. It takes seconds for a door to open, for Chan's voice to call out, for the stumble of feet against the carpet, for hands to reach out and touch his shoulder in concern. He opens his eyes and swats at the hands, muttering curses as he glares down at the shards of glass below him.

"Yah, yah I'm fine," he grumbles when he catches Chan's concerned gaze, lucky charms still held tight against his chest. "It slipped," he contuines, attempting to take a step back only for Chan to stop him. "I'm sorry." 

"Hold on," Chan returns, squeezing at his shoulder to keep him still for a moment. Changbin grumbles some more as Chan disappears back down the hallway, before returning with a broom and dustpan, already taking on the responsibility of sweeping up the small shards. 

"Let me do it, it's my mess," Changbin says, reaching for the broom, only for Chan to sidestep him with a stubborn determination to help clean. Changbin yanks him away before he steps right onto a piece of glass, voice raising. "Careful, hyung!" He tries reaching for the broom again. "You're going to get hurt," he complains, carefully watching as the mess quickly grows smaller and smaller. 

It's gone in a matter of minutes, Chan dumping the full dustpan carefully into the trash bin before turning to face Changbin once more, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Changbin scowls, rolling his eyes. 

"I could've handled it," he mutters. "I'm not helpless, you know. Even if it's midnight." 

"I know," Chan shoots back, stepping closer. "I just like helping." 

One of his hands reaches up and swipes through his hair, ruffling it. Reminding him of simpler times; Changbin nearly smiles before he catches himself and pulls away instead, throwing insults. Chan smiles wide and reaches for him again, even as Changbin fights to avoid him.

He's not fast enough - he never is, when it comes to Chan. But Chan's always been that way, untouchable even though he'll be the first to insist that everyone else is better than him.

His fingers press hard against the skin of his arms, latching. Refusing to let go. Changbin meets his eyes, only for the kitchen around them to fade away, for the weight against his chest to become heavier than just a simple lucky charms box. 

Chan's mouth changes, drags from a smile into something sinister, eyes darkening. When Changbin tries to pull away, he finds that he's trapped, the walls around them closer, and Chan's fingers are painful with how tightly he holds onto him, nails pinching skin, pressing bloody crescents.

He tries to speak only to find that he can't, and the pressure on his chest increases, heavier, heavier, heavier. His body sags under the weight, Chan the only thing keeping him upright as everything else around him presses in.

He blinks. The feeling doesn't go away.

He's never felt so weak, he realizes, blinking faster in an attempt to keep himself here.

Why does he feel this way? Why is Chan...?

Chan is staring at him. Light flickers above them, and his mouth moves out of tune with the words he's saying. Changbin can barely understand him, can barely hear him over the rushing in his ears as his heart begins to pound faster, confused and worried and speechless. 

"You deserve this," he spits, the first thing Changbin can understand, the words thundering through his head. "Who are you, compared to all the rest?" A pause. One that lasts a moment too long, the room around him beginng to spin. "Look at him. Already gone." A scoff. Laughter. Chan's mouth moves, and then presses into a firm line. 

It's hard to breathe. 

He squeezes his eyes shut. 

And then everything around him silences, and he awakes with a loud gasp, pushing himself upright, pulling his body away from the warm arm that is curled protectively around his shoulders.

He's gasping for air, he still can't breathe, the world around him spins and spins some more. He doesn't recognize where he is, or who it is trying to get close to him, or the low voice trying to call his name, trying to get close to his ear. All he can feel is the weight against his chest, and the air that he can't reach, vision slowly fumbling into focus, one dull grey wall after another. 

"Hyung," the voice beside him tries again, slightly louder, though they don't dare to touch him, as he registers his position on the floor, the drip of water in the far corner. "Come back to us, hyung." 

Changbin blinks.

He knows that voice, though it's rough, and flooded with the remains of sleep. He focuses on slowing down his heartbeat, reaching a shaking hand up to clutch at the cloth resting over his chest, before turning and seeing no other than Seungmin beside him, eyes watching him far too carefully.

He sits on his knees on the floor beside him, close enough to reach for, but keeping his distance. When Changbin turns further, he catches sight of the cot he had been on, the sad look in Chan's eyes at he waits there, too injured to follow him down, his leg still as haphazardly wrapped as it had been before they had laid down to sleep. 

"Hyung," a different voice whispers from his left, and Changbin knows that voice too, when he meets the drowsy face of Jeongin sitting atop the other cot, Seungmin's coat draped over his shoulders, dried blood still sticking to the side of his hair. "Are you okay?" 

It returns to him with startling clarity, once he remembers where they are. What's happened, what's sure to come. The exuhastion that presses down on his shoulders, the pain that still presses at his chest, something out of place from what they had done to him hours ago -

"I'm okay," Changbin mutters, returning his gaze to the dirty floor he sits on.

He hears Seungmin shift from beside him, standing up to return to the cot that holds Jeongin, Chan exhaling softly as the springs creak when he tries to sit himself up.

"Come back, Bin," he whispers, voice twisted by the pain he tries to hide from an injury he should've never received. "You need sleep."

Changbin doesn't answer. How could he sleep, when he was the reason they were here? 

Because if he wasn't weak, maybe they wouldn't be here at all.

[lilly-chou-chou]

Money and privilege:-

Hello, it has been a while yet again. For this month today I come here ro write about yet another incident that occurred in my life that changed the whole perspective of my views towards life.

I am currently taking a break from posting my usual y2k themes (will post y2k from January of 2024)

Few weeks ago our university had declared that we had to pay some amount of money for exam so I had hone with my friends and the line was quiet long and we were waiting for more than 1hr so i suggested that we go to near by mall to eat and then come back and since my friend was in her periods suddenly I thought maybe we can go and buy her some pads as well but my friend said this sentence that I think I will never forget and will always think about this till the day I die, she said "I don't have money for that" and I didn't know how to react so i just said "oh it's okay we'll just wait here then, do you want me to buy you some pads?" And she said "no it's okay" I asked again to be sure but she insisted that it wasn't that bad then I told her our uni's washroom keep free pads so she can go but she still said she is okay so we waited in line and when we had to pay with all of our documents I went first and payed without a second thought whereas my friends were calling and asking all of their relatives to put some money in their bank account so they can pay for fees for exam, I kept quiet and patiently waited for them but as I looked around me a lot of kids were short on money and calling everyone or borrowing money to pay for the exam and it finally hit me.

My whole surrounding went pitch black and I felt so heavy in my heart, I thought "wow what a privilege person you are" I never experienced something like this in my life, I am little away from home due to education reasons and for the first time I am meeting people of all backgrounds. I hurt a lot to be honest, my friends are probably the kindest people of all and it hurt me that they had to live paycheck to paycheck, it made me tear up but I held back. I couldn't fathom seeing them like this. When my friend showed me her balance to say "payment went through" the amount that I saw in her balance honestly overwhelmed me, they only had enough to eat a small meal.

When I came back home I cried a lot, it really hurt to see such kind people suffering this much, it made me think of my privilege a lot, whenever I would go to hang out with friends they would look at let's say around 15-20$ for singular hair clip and I would say "wow so cheap!!" And their response would be "wow so expensive!!" And after that I got so embarrassed because of my stupid remarks I kept quiet even when eating out I would order pretty huge meal but they would order just small and I would always assume they weren't hungry but this one time I asked and they said "if I order then I won't have money to go back home"

Often when hanging out they would always call me "rich" for spending like 40$ on Starbucks and I used to think "but isn't that normal price for Starbucks" until I realized she had never been to Starbucks because she couldn't afford it, when shopping for clothes or anything they would ask me choices and I wouldn't think much because back then I didn't know about their circumstances so I used to say "they're both cute get both more the merrier"

But when I came to know the money situation of my friends circle group it made a lot of sense and I felt so stupid for not noticing this earlier, a friend of mine once bailed on me to go to the biggest mall in the town and now thinking about it, it all makes so much sense.

That day i cried a lot thinking of how privileged I am and the best people I know are suffering so much. I thought what a stupid woman I am because when we were having layover in airport while travelling I wanted to buy Chanel no. 5 and YSL. My dad and I didn't even think twice before exchanging our money to American dollars to buy luxury brands and other things. I felt so guilty because I am over here graduated from high school with air cons, going to concerts, watching movies in expensive malls, buying luxury brands perfumes and makeup, not having to think twice or look at labels sometimes to buy anything, willing to pay more for comfort even if it's for the short time duration. My friend's life humbled me so much, I was always thankful and greatful for the comfortable life I had but after making new friends and hanging out with them I feel for them so much, their experiences humbled me so much, I usually never really thought about those things but that week the moment I came home I washed up changed clothes went to washroom and cried my heart out, it hurt seeing and realizing good people having to go through hell.

I have so much love and admiration for my friends, I hope they flourish a lot. They came as such a huge eye opener for me that I even talked about this with my parents and they too sympathized with them and shared their own hardships, I already knew these hardships but that day it just hit me more deeply and it made me cry even more.

[historia-vitae-magistras]

If you don't mind answering, I'm really curious about Jack having both a sunny, carefree disposition while being maybe more cynical about people and there being some rage there and how thats viewed by the others. Is there anything in particular that triggers his temper and do any of the others pick up on it and try to placate him?

On a somewhat related note i found when i lived in Aus people were often both very laidback and friendly but also kinda more gruff and sarcastic then say North Americans. Also a funny culture shock moment was seeing the general disdain and open mocking of authority figures. Like the US looked strict and formal in comparision, which was so unexpected for me lol. I'm guessing its something left over from beginning as a penal colony?

Most people find it understandable. Jack isn't and never has been someone who wants to be angry. He doesn't like it when he loses his temper, and it's rarer than Arthur losing his. Most people who know him know his needs and how to work with his personality.

Brighid, for example, had figured out within days that giving him a choice, even if it was only between eating their gruel in the yard or on the floor where they slept, was the key to his compliance. Or keeping his interest with a certain amount of stimulation. He hates repetitive menial tasks? Give him the choice of songs to learn. She had very little to work with when he was first with her but she made it work. When he's older, this is still true. When Jack comes to her with a problem, she asks if he wants whiskey and rant or tea and a solution. Both choices come with a hug. He lost his shit in an Arthurian way exactly once and she sat him down and put the fear of god in him.

Alasdair and Arthur have a harder time with him because fuck does Jack hates being told what to do. They battle with him over everything. If he's on his way to complete a task and Alasdair or Arthur, by now used to the quiet and largely obedient Matt, tells him to do the task, he won't do the task out of spite a lot of the time. His enthusiasm has to be cultivated into obedience or he will dig in his heels just to dig in his heels, just to feel like he has some control in his life. Alasdair and Arthur are both intelligent enough to realize that but refused to bow to the wants of child over every little task. Arthur, Alasdair and every British governess Jack ever had would sit there with a sobbing Jack and scold and butt heads, threaten to hit, take away a toy, or punish but get nowhere. They'd give up in sheer frustration and go downstairs as Jack found yet another way to get out of or ruin his clothes.l and shoes. Then Matt or Rhys or Brighid, if present, would get up, go upstairs, give Jack a choice and boom, they'd have a dressed, placated and compliant baby Jack. If not a completely happy baby Jack.

Matt is a mix. He understands Jack's frustration often; if anyone knows what it's like to be a disappointing child in this family, it's Matt. He figured out the way to get Jack to learn something like his multiplication tables was to get him up on horseback to keep him interested. And the way to teach him to read was to let him snuggle up and be taught. Jack has to be moving or actively and affectionately held in place. But he also doesn't quite understand why Jack can't just fucking do as he's told sometimes. That some of the rules are to keep them safe. And Matt tries to be reasonable, but sometimes Jack will pick fights with him even more than Arthur when he's a teenager because he's catching up in development and is the wealthier and more critical colony over Canada but isn't given the same say. Matt finds his hostility baffling even if Jack doesn't understand why Matt has authority over him as the 'elder. That doesn't get any better once Arthur vests more responsibility on Matt after he gets the title of 'senior dominion' or 'first dominion.'

As for Zee... Jack's frustration is normal for her. They know how to help each other through things. But when she looks at Arthur's relationship with his siblings, she sees her worst nightmare. She looks at Alfred and Matt and doesn't want that either. And if anything beyond the political about Jack would take them there, it's his temper. Jack was always more inclined to cry than get angry when he was small, but like most men, that transferred to anger as he got older. If he and Zee played with human children when they were little and Jack got into trouble, the Kiwi bird broke shins and put the fear of god into their peers, not Jack. Most of the time, their anger aligns and she can appreciate the force of personality he can be. And like they squabble and get annoyed with each other. All siblings do. But there are fights siblings have where a switch gets flipped and if Jack ever yelled at her in that way, grabbed her, or did anything ever, he'd get exactly one chance. One chance to look at his sister's face, as cold as it's ever been, and believe her when she says if you ever talk to me like that again, you will not have a sister. Because even if he wants to act like Arthur, there is a lot more fucking water between them than there is between England and Ireland.