#thr — let’s run away.

[marxism-transgenderism]

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[finnitesimal]

Your drawing of Umemiya's phrase "We don't thank oxygen every second we live" where for Takishi his oxygen is Endo drives me crazy.

Because just. This idea of Takiishi being highly dependent on Endo and never noticing/carrying to notice it until Yamato is gone is so SO entertaining and amusing to me.

It's unlikely that Endo will actually leave in canon because this guy is far too gone, but maybe some argument, “pause” of sorts after the main encounter or something similar, so he spends less time around Takiishi.

And imagine during that period Chika slowly understands how much Endo's presence actually meant to him.

Food, whether ordered or cooked, feels different.

(Because Endo always knew how much of and what spices Chika liked in his food.)

Time flies either too fast or too slow and he's either late or way early.

(Because Endo was always the one who kept an eye on things like that.)

He has to deal with people much more often than before, no matter how boring or annoying it is.

(Because no matter where or what they were doing, Endo was always the one who dealt with the necessary people and social interactions overall.)

He slowly realizes that something amiss and that "something" turns out to be the lack of background sound in the form of Endo's constant chatter about various things. Even the fights seem incredibly boring and more monotonous than usual. Which makes him also discover that it's because he no longer feels the gaze that always follows him during the said fights.

Everything piles up to be just so utterly wrong.

It's gone to the point where Chika is ready to climb the walls, but the funniest thing would be if almost nothing has changed in general. They still live next to each other/together, Endo still looks at Takiishi with the same passion and adoration in his eyes, plus they spend a lot of time together! It's just that now Endo hangs out with Sakura too and. Doesn't spend all his time around Chika like he was doing since fifth grade?

(I don't think they actually spent their time 24/7 tied to the hip, but since Takiishi became the constant in Yamato's life, somewhat unexpectedly for both, the same thing happened with Chika as well. And now he can't comprehend that Endo has another person he willingly spends time with. Not used to him not being around as well.)

So yeah. Chika being mentally in his “ml chasing after mc” arc because his gay crush suddenly doesn't pays him attention in the same doses he was used to before lol

takiishi and his stupid dumbass ml disease is really funny. "you can't look at anyone else but me...!” type. he's still going home to you dummy he just has friends outside of you again

codependency 💪

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[rowonlgc]

he doesn't know peace.

when he's with others, it's loud. chaotic. he's always thinking, always doing, always assessing, always pretending, always being the person he has to be in order to get this, grab that, always being that person he's not, always - always - always - living with that cruel cacophony in his head, in his heart, letting it consume him day in and day out until it becomes far too much, far too often -

but when he's with yoojoon,

there's quiet, familiarity, a sense of safety and serenity resembling the humbleness of a home outside of a house.

some days, he just wants to run from it all. some days, he would look for yoojoon in the empty hallways of an early schedule-less sunday. some days, he would curl his fingers around yoojoon's wrist and ask him to come with him, be with him, just for a little bit. and they would go on his moped motorbike and ride out of the city and into the countryside where time is slower and life is simpler.

out here, he can breathe again.

"you okay back there?" he asks, his voice just barely above the motorbike's hum. "we can stop for breakfast if you're hungry."

let's run away, just for a little while. / @lgcyoojoon

[the-acid-pear]

Why did my cooking dream get hijacked by my brain making a William Afton oc and au what was that about.

[hollabackgabe]

if we think i could forget you, then we are both delusional.

brushes of lips and the grip of hands sear my skin daily. i could never be rid of you

frankly, i dont want to be

i deserve to burn

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt 2

Danny had to admit, Lunch Lady was an excellent teacher.

Sure they were blitzing though a cook book thst was more tape and hope the paper, but Danny was for once actually understanding and enjoying being taught.

Cracking an egg into a bowl, Danny held it close while whisking quickly, not fully incorporating the flour in his pancake batter before dumping a good sized dollop on the flat top, smiling from the brief sizzle that he heard.

There was a sudden cacophony sounds from the front of house (which was the dining area? He never knew that before) putting the flat top on low, Danny looked over to where Lunch Lady was floating only to find nothing.

Blinking a bit, Danny wiped his hands off OK his apron as he poked his head out, frowning at the diner car, "What was that..." his words were cut off by one of the blinds slats bending as if pried open, and as he squinted, Danny saw two figures watching from a distance ontop another rail car.

Vigilantes

Danny felt his heart flutter with excitement, while not as cool as maybe Martian Manhunter or StarFire (since y'know...fucking aliens, Space) the Gotham caped community were interesting, if only since Batman and his Flock were Sam's low key obsession, she had even gone out as Robin for multiple Halloweens, and don't even get him started on the fan theories about them all.

Smirking he tapped the bar, allowing thr blinds to snap closed, "Sam is so going to flip that I saw the Birds before her." Letting out a little giggled, Danny quickly swore as he smelt a bit of burning and rushed to flip his pancakes.

---

Tim was, in Dicks opinion, the most concerning member of the family, sure most days he gives of "miserable wet cat" energy but even then Dick had seen his little brother easily take down guys that even Bruce had trouble with.

That wasnt even touching on his um...mental quirks

The less he speaks of the time period between Bruce's and Kons deaths till their eventual return, the better.

Putting down the binoculars, Dick stole a glance over at Red Robin, who was frowning deeply at his wrist computer, scooting a little closer Dick leaned over to see what was happening, "Whatcha do~oing?"

So entranced by what he was reading Tim jumped a little, an elbow flying out to where Dicks face had been a second ago as he turned and glared.

"Don't...! Do that Wing! Ugh..." shaking his head as he let out a huff Tim took his eyes off the small monitor and looked up at the diner car, pointing at it as he spoke scornfuly.

"That place does not exist."

"Like, legally? I am sure Batburger doesn't either-"

"No." Tim said, cutting the older vigilante off, "It doesn't exist physically."

"Timmy..." Dick said as he ran through the protocols for when RedRobin got a little too many insane things in his head.

"Get that look off your face Wing, it really doesn't exist, like..." letting out a sigh, the teen tried to put his words right "Don't look straight at it but a bit to the side so it's to the side of your eye." Pointing to a middle distance a bit away from the diner cart, Dick sent a small frown at his brother but did as he was asked.

"Holy leaping lizards..." Tim, somehow, was right, since when Dick just looked about a few feet away from the diner, it started to waver turning...transparent? And a little blue? But when he looked at it closer it was just a normal, abet run down looking diner.

"Exactly, no need to bench me till Agent A stuffs me full of anti-psychotics!"

"That was one time Tim, and you were having a mental break down."

"I am not lying when I say we killed Santa Claus Dick!"

"Sure Tim...sure"

---

Danny drummed his fingers on the breakfast bar, nursing a cup of coffee as he waited for something to happen.

He knew thst he was being watched, he had a vague idea who was doing the watching, but was starting to get a bit bored waiting for them to get closer.

Pausing mid sip, a grin spread across Danny's lips, "Hey cart? Can you do something that might draw those guys over here? Let's get some customers!"

Some how, Danny's grin only grew at the rumble of the cart, and he xould hav sworn he heard a sound that was a mix between a train horn and a chuckle.

---

Tim shot his brother a stinging glare, swatting at his arm as he blushed, he did every much indeed accidentally killed Santa Claus and took an impromptu trip to Apokolips to give DarkSeid coal.

His next rebuttal to Nightwing was cut off as the diner cart shuddered as if it was in an earthquake before it stilled, and the banner that was across it suddenly gained a new line.

[JUST NOW! VIGILANTES AND HEROS GET ONE FREE SIDE OF FRIES! COME ON IN BEFORE THE OFFER ENDS!]

Tim was silent for a moment, watching the cart to see if there was any more changes before turning to Dick, who had lost the joyful energy that he always seemed to have.

"RR, plans changed, we are going to investigate inside."

Tim gave a sharp nod, his bo staff elongating as he grappled down to the train tracks below, his boots crunching gravel underfoot as he slipped from shadow to shadow, getting closer to Big C's diner.

---

Danny was in the back, flipping through his cook book as he heard a bell ring, jolting up, Danny could see through the service window and see who came in.

He had never met a real hero before, not like the two that had just came in, feeling nervous, Danny fumbled with a small notebook as he came out from the kitchen, grinning at the two Birds.

"Heya! Thanks for coming to Big C's! Names Danny and I am kinda the only one in today, what can I get you both?"

His eyes flickered between the two vigilantes, noticing new things each time he looked at them, like how Red Robin's cape had buttons instead of being sown on, or how Nightwings suit wasn't slick but actually textured.

---

Dick looked at everything he could as he stood in the diners door, it looked like a typical 50s styled mom and pop kinda place, an old radio buzzed with songs of a bygone era while the seats were cracked pink leather vinyl.

He could hear someone moving in the back, resting a hand on his eskrima sticks, Dick stalked further in, it felt real enough...

He could feel Red Robin knock into his back as the person from the back came into view, it was a teen, and holy hell did he look like Bruce Wayne adoption bait, raven hair, blue eyes and a cheesy looking grin.

He couldn't be older than Damian, who had turned 16 a few months ago, the teen was just so...tiny.

Danny, that's the name given to them, and Dick can see it, he looked like a Danny.

Pausing to look to Tim, Dick smiled back at the teen, "Well...can we see a menu?"

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

48 / 1.1k / shark mermen Ghost and Soap + lionfish mermaid reader, courtesy of @porcelainpot :)

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The moment you and Soap lock eyes, you push yourself up off the soft sea floor. Tendrils of sand, gold in the sun, trail after your tailfin all the way back into the tangle of reef coral you’ve claimed as your home.

Soap laughs behind you.

Why is he so obsessed with this? This stupid game he plays. Ghost—who rolls over near the sunny patch where you were just lazing together—doesn’t care when you’re around. You don’t bother him; he doesn’t bother you. But Soap won’t leave you alone. He all but ignores the clear warning signs all over your body—the auburn striping your tail; your bright, fanlike fins; the enormous fuckoff venom-coated spines running the length of your dorsal line, arms, and ear fins.  

You scowl. Every time you think he won’t find you when you venture out into the reef, every time you let yourself relax after the day’s hunting is done, he turns up. Watching you the same way he’s looking at you right now: too fucking closely. His eyes flash with mischief and lock onto your fins through the sparse gaps in your coral cave.

“Think she bites?” he asks Ghost.

Ghost grunts. “Most things do.”

“Saw her lookin’ at you like she might want to take a piece home.”

“Doubt it.”

“Doubt you’d feel it if she did. Could hardly kill a minnow with those wee teeth. Don’t know how she hunts with ‘em.”

You duck down back into the entrance of your cave with a flick of your lacy tail. He’s talking loudly enough for you to hear on purpose. “You’re never getting close enough to find out,” you snap.

Soap’s smirk stretches into a grin. You took the bait. “Can’t hide in your cage forever, can ya?”

Ghost rolls back over. “She’s got more sense than the ones who swim toward you.”

“Oh, piss off. Fleein’ from a predator is what prey fish do. It’s a natural response.”

You lurk a little further outside your cave. “I’m not prey. I’m just as much a predator as you sharks.”

This time, Ghost is the one who scoffs. “Sure you are.”

Soap swims up closer to your hiding spot, eyes roaming over your form. You bristle instinctively and raise your spines in warning as he drifts closer. But it doesn’t drive him away. If anything, it seems to draw his interest even more.

“Ya’ve got an impressive display, I’ll give it that,” he says. “But you’re a scrap compared to us.”

“So? I don’t need size to defend myself.” You fan your fins up higher, emboldened as you rise with the current.

Soap grins even wider at the threat display. You’re all barbed fins, colorful scales, and angry pout. His gaze reflects the challenge you’re issuing him. “Careful sayin’ that. I’ll chase you if you tease me.”

Ghost lets out an irritated growl at Soap’s flirtation, knowing very well Soap only says these things to get a rise out of you. “Those spines aren’t just for show, Soap. You know what lionfish venom feels like. Bet hers is worse. Might kill you. You think it's worth dying just to prove a point?"

“I think spines break as easy as they sting.”

Anger surges through your chest. “Brute,” you snap.

Soap laughs. You don’t seem to notice you’ve drifted some distance away from your hiding spot, but he has. Ghost shifts, side-eying both of you more closely.

“I’m just curious, gorgeous.” His senses sharpen with the thrill of your threat display and your anger. Of course he thinks it’s sexy. The more you insult him, the more he wants to see what it takes to earn more than just that sharp tongue of yours. “Think touchin’ you might be worth the sting.”

“You’d be wrong.”

“You’re cute when you’ve got a problem with me. Gnashin’ like a miniature barracuda.”

You puff up a little more, daring to swim closer. You’re smugly satisfied when he backs away a little in response.

“Try it,” you bluff.

Soap’s eyes drop down, tracing the length of your fins, and he grins. He’s just as aware of the lethality of any lionfish's wicked barbs as he is of their beauty, but he doesn’t seem particularly deterred by the threats of this particular mer wielding them. “Bet you wouldn’t bite me too hard.”

“Soap.” Ghost’s voice is calm, but a warning lurks in his tone. “Don’t provoke her.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Soap replies without looking away from you. “Bet those spines are brittle.” He reaches forward to touch one.

You hiss and whip your tail away on instinct, darting back. Your spines are still raised in defense. But your rational mind doesn’t want to risk him getting any closer. You don’t want him to know what happens if he's stung--that your venom is a faulty mimic of a true lionfish. He needs to think you're dangerous and keep his distance. And you need to keep your pride intact.

Soap hardly notices how upset you are. He’s thrilled to provoke an interesting new reaction out of you. Before he can reach out again, though, Ghost grabs his wrist and jerks him back, forcing him out of your personal space.

“Don’t be an idiot. You’re not fast enough to avoid a sting.”

“You’re no fun, Ghost.”

“Fuck off,” you snap. Your heart is pounding. He got too close, way too close.

You retreat while Ghost has ahold of him, slipping down into your small den and out of sight. Soap calls after you, but he’s not surprised when you don’t come back out.

Soap rips his wrist out of Ghost’s claws with a muttered curse. At Ghost’s hard look, he snaps, “Like you wouldn’t do it too.”

“That’s not the problem. She’s a pincushion. You go pissing her off too much, you’re going to wind up full of poison.

“Aye.”

“And it'll probably kill you. Hurt the whole time doing it. It’s all fun and games until you’re dying because you just couldn’t help but poke a pretty fish.”

Soap scoffs. “You’re exaggerating. No sting can kill me. It'll hurt a little an’ I’ll be fine.”

Ghost gives Soap an unimpressed glance. “And if you're wrong? You think you’re strong enough to fight off a neurotoxin.” He snorts. “You want to test that hypothesis?”

Soap glances back at your den with a frown.

“Keep your bloody distance,” Ghost mutters, giving Soap a shove back toward the center of the reef. “She’s no prize.”

Soap gives in and turns back toward the reef, turning a restless corkscrew in the water. Still, the smirk reappears on his face. “Aye. Little nightmare, isn’t she?” He sighs. “All bite and no kiss.”

...

[part 1 ] / part 2 by porcelainpot here!! <3

more mer au / more Soap / masterlist

[octoberkait]

Anytime - Buckyxfem!reader

You and Bucky had a solid friendship, full of benefits. But your schedules don’t always sync up, so you agree to a solution. 

warnings: somnophilia, dubcon, cnc, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, friends with benefits, pre-negotiated terms and consent - consent is mandatory!!

This mission had been especially hard for Bucky, and he didn’t realize just how exhausted he was - mentally and physically, until they were an hour from home. Then he became nearly antsy. If Steve noticed he didn’t mention it, and Bucky counted down the minutes until he could get what he needed to help him calm down. You. 

You shrugged as you checked the time again. It was later then the guys were expected to be back, but that wasn’t uncommon. You knew that Tony had heard from them so you decided you’d just catch up with Bucky in the morning, and turned out the light to go to sleep. 

Bucky showered faster than he had ever before, eager to be with you and to release the stress of this day - of this life. He opened your door quietly, smiling softly to himself as you slept, a stuffed animal tucked between your arm and blanket. He eased the blanket off you gently, running his hand down your leg and appreciating the goosebumps that rose in his wake. He was pleased to see you had forgone underwear that night, and slept in only a large tshirt. He spread your legs carefully, lowering his face and kissing across your inner thighs, groaning as he recognized the scent of your arousal. Without another thought Bucky spread your pussy lips with his fingers and teased you with his tongue, before beginning to fuck you with it, his thumb on your clit. 

You let out a whine in your sleep, and Bucky felt you clench around his tongue, as well as around his head between your legs. You gasped in pleasure, the rhythm of his movements finally waking you and making you cry out his name in the darkness. You could smell his body wash, not to mention hear him moaning into your cunt as he lost himself in your pleasure. It was intoxicating. 

“Bucky!” you cried again as he switched his attention solely to your clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. When he started to shake his head back and forth lightly, you reached down instinctively and gripped his hair tight. Bucky loved when you let yourself be desperate for him, keeping him pressed against your pussy and starting to grind your hips in time with his tongue. 

You came on his face with a whimper, your legs shaking around him as he lapped gently at your pussy, determined to lick you clean and memorize the way you tasted. You started to play with Bucky’s hair then, feeling his grip on your thighs tighten when you started to shift as if you would pull him away. 

Without a word, Bucky crawled up your body, keeping your legs spread and sinking his cock into you without hesitation. You cried out, your body and mind still delirious from sleep and the sudden stimulation. Bucky groaned into your throat, setting a brutal pace and keeping you pressed tight against his body. 

Bucky felt your nails sink into his back and moan loudly and suddenly couldn’t get close enough to you. 

You whined as he grinded into your cunt, keeping you full of him before moving a hand to feel himself through your stomach. Your head fell back into your pillows and Bucky responded by thrusting lazily, the curve of his cock bumping against your gspot and making you entirely immobile in his grip. You were simply along for the ride. 

“Cum for me baby. Fuck - n-need to feel you fall apart.” he grunted, nipping at your collarbone. You whined and felt your eyes roll back as you reached your peak, toes curling and hands desperately searching for something to keep you grounded. Bucky moaned, deep and raw as you practically quivered around him. 

“Yes” he groaned, rutting into you until you felt thick ropes of cum fill you. You let out a breathy moan as the warmth of his seed spread through you, making you shiver in pleasure when you felt some of it leak past Bucky’s cock. 

You shifted when his weight on you started to become too much, and Bucky responded by rocking gently against you, fucking his cum deeper into your cunt. 

“Shit!” you whimpered, hearing your combined juices squelch as he continued to use your body. 

“Just one more baby. You can go back to sleep if you want.” he grunted in your ear, his body bent over yours so his forehead grazed the pillow beneath you. He was panting, his cock still sensitive from his own release, but aching and hard for you again, none the less. 

He hissed as you clenched around him, biting your lip and starting to move your hips against him. He was often sated by this point, and more than happy to hold you until he felt like talking about his problems. But the way his brow furrowed as he closed his eyes to lose himself in the feeling of you told you that he needed more tonight. You shook your head,

“Want you to fill me up again Daddy.” you encouraged, threading your fingers through his dark locks and pulling, hard. He moaned and reached between the two of you, his flesh fingers rubbing your clit, desperate to push you over the edge one more time. 

“Fuck! Bucky - yes!” you cried, feeling yourself gush around his cock and prompting him to moan your name in response. 

A few thrusts later and Bucky was filling you again. This time with his hips jerking clumsily into yours as you both road out the overstimulation. 

Bucky tried to shift carefully to avoid placing his weight on you, turning you onto your side and letting his face fall onto your shoulder, kissing your neck.

“Thank you.” He whispered into the dark room, nuzzling your throat lightly. You hummed in response,

“Anytime. Remember?” Bucky chuckled and nodded against you, making sure to pull the blanket over the two of you.

This time, when you fell asleep, Bucky was right beside you.

[wttcsms]

baby, oh baby ; satoru gojo

pairing satoru gojo x f!reader word count 1.2k synopsis gojo is surprisingly good at caring. (or: he comforts you while you get morning sickness and start spiraling). content contains thr*wing up (morning sickness), pregnancy, pregnant!reader, domestic fluff, soft!gojo, reassurance

Satoru Gojo knows he’s a dead man from the minute he swings open the bathroom door and finds you curled up by the toilet. 

Even in his shirt and a pair of sweatpants that have clearly seen better days, with your hair all messed up and your lips chapped, Gojo thinks you are absolutely adorable. Beautiful, even. 

He tells you this, thinking it’ll cheer you up, but all you do is narrow your pretty little eyes at him.

“You,” you practically snarl at him. “You did this to me!”

He raises his hands in mock surrender. “Now, honey, I know it’s been a while since you took a biology class, but it takes two of us to, you know—” He gestures to your stomach, which still isn’t showing much of a bump since it’s only the first trimester, but you get the message. He decides he should have just shut up whenever you send him an absolutely scathing glare.

“It’s all my fault.” He immediately changes his tune. “You’re right, honey, I am an awful person for getting you pregnant. You should kill me for my transgressions.” 

“You want to make me a single mother now?” You snap at him.

“Okay, I see that that was the wrong thing to say.” Gojo tries to give you a soothing smile to calm you down, but it comes off as more of a nervous grimace. “I would never die early and let you raise our wonderful child alone. As a matter of fact, I refuse to die only until you tell me it’s okay to do so!” 

“Satoru.” You close your eyes, opening the toilet lid, anticipating another bout of morning sickness to come spilling out your mouth. “Get out.” 

“Nah. That’s the one thing I can’t do.” He dares to take another step into the bathroom, frowning at how cold the marble tiles are. It can’t possibly be comfortable for you to be kneeling on the floor like this, especially since you’re throwing up last night’s dinner. 

“Satoru, I’m not being funny right now. I’m seriously about to vomit, and you won’t want to be here.”

He kneels down by your side, gathering your hair in his hand and pulling it all behind your shoulders. “I’m not being funny, either. I’ll stay by your side no matter what.” 

You don’t reply to his sweet comment, even though you really want to. Instead, you actually do make good on your word, and only after you flush the toilet does he bother saying anything else.

“Do you feel a bit better now?” 

“Yes. No. I don’t know!” You shut your eyes, leaning against him, your back pressed against the warmth of his chest. Being pregnant sounded hot during the heat of the moment when the baby was being made, but now reality is hitting, and you’re already crying about how ugly maternity clothes are. You look like a wreck right now, and you’re barely nine weeks in with the pregnancy. Meanwhile, Satoru looks fan-fucking-tastic, as he always does. 

His hand finds yours easily, and he intertwines your fingers together. He starts to absentmindedly fiddle with your wedding ring as he talks. 

“What’s bothering you?” 

You know that while Satoru was pursuing you, there was a long line of women all excited and ready to be the one by his side. You know that Satoru sometimes is a certified flight risk, running away from intimacy when the feeling gets too overwhelming for him. You know that Satoru is the only man capable of breaking your heart, and he’s subsequently the only man who would be able to piece it back together. Even with a ring and a legal certificate binding you two together, there are still annoying little doubts running in the back of your mind that has only worsened through your anxiety of life literally being grown inside of you and unbalanced hormones. 

“Everything.” You tell him, and it’s not even a joke or an exaggeration. 

“Well, tell me something that’s bothering you now. Something I can solve.” He adds on this last sentence, already knowing that you would most likely ask him for the impossible just to be funny. As conceited as he acts to the outside world, Satoru is surprisingly caring and observant towards others. 

“What if our baby is ugly?” You look up at him, gauging his reaction.

At first, his eyes widen, and then he laughs. You can tell it’s genuine because you can feel the way it comes from his chest. 

“It has us as its parents. With both our genes combined, it won’t have much to worry about.”

“No! I’m serious! Haven’t you heard the saying that two pretty people make an ugly baby?” 

“Well, we’ll be the exception.”

“I’m being serious, Satoru! Your eyes are kinda scary to look at sometimes. Our baby will need brown contacts if it inherits your eyes.” 

Oh, so because you’re emotionally fragile, you’re allowed to make comments about his eyes? Satoru snorts. You better be lucky he loves you so much. 

“Why does it matter if our baby is ugly? Why is our baby being ugly even a thought in your mind?”

“This world sucks. Looking good is key to having an enjoyable experience on earth. You should start worrying about our child’s future, too, you know!” 

“I would fight the entire world if it mistreated our baby.” Satoru presses a reassuring kiss to the top of your head. “And I know you would, too. So who cares if our baby is ugly?”

“That’s not the point, Satoru!” You frown, knowing that you’re being ridiculous right now, but who else could handle you in this state if not him? There’s a reason why he’s the one you call your husband, and he’s the one who put the aforementioned potentially-ugly baby inside of you. 

“Fine. If our baby is ugly, let’s leave it on Kento’s doorsteps and let it be his problem for the next eighteen years. Then, we can get started on the next and hope the second time’s the charm. Sounds like a solid plan?” He doesn’t mean it, but he knows it’s best to just try and nip these hypotheticals in the bud. 

You’re silent for a moment. Then, “You’re awful! I would love our baby, even if it had your eyes and crazy ass hair.” 

“I would love our baby, too. Ugly or not. You know why?”

“You’re going to say something corny.” 

“I was going to say that I would love our baby because it came from you. Nothing ugly is coming out of your body, babe. And anyway, I love you so much, how could I hate anything that’s literally half you?” 

Even if you’re in the mood to be annoying and insecure, and your brain is telling you to argue some more with your husband, you can’t help but relax after hearing this. 

(Nine months later, all your worries seem to be all for naught; your son is the cutest thing to be born.)

[gigi-loveless]

Okay kind of out there ask, dom reader teasing and topping Abby while Ellie is a little perv and watches from behind them. maybe it's not that out there idk, i just like bottom Abby its so fun

summary - what was supposed to be a chill night in with your roommates takes a hard turn.

warnings - 18+. FILTH. this is FILTH. lowkey dubcon if you squint REALLY hard, intro is cheesy asf so i won’t blame you if you skip it

authors note - i did not proof read this bc i needed to rub one out after writing this jesus chriST anyways requests are open again finally . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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“okay, okay,” abby chuckles as she gets the perfect idea. “so we think we know everything about each other right?”

you and ellie turn to each other, both curled up on opposite ends of the couch, and nod in agreement, as ellie passes you her neatly rolled joint, both of your eyes following your cocky roommates detailed arms.

“so,” ellie coughs, “where’s this going then abby?”

“jesus give me a second, williams!” abby shouts, that rare, adorable smile that makes you absolutely melt appearing. “let’s play hot seat.”

ellie rolls her eyes unceremoniously, and peels herself off the couch. “okay, okay!” you notice her ears burning pink underneath her auburn hair, pondering to yourself what an innocent game such as this would make her such a mess.

“okay okay, who wants to go first?” abby asks, as ellie turns away slightly, avoiding eye contact, biting back a smile. her chiseled features glowing in the moonlight through the window. “well, i suggested the game, so how bout you, sugar?” abby gestures to you. your hands start to get clammy, ellie’s odd energy throwing you for a loop.

“cool, yeah.” you agree, making your way over to abby’s chair in the corner of the room.

“okay, els, you know how this works right?” abby questions, as ellie quickly interjects.

“d’you think i’m five? gimme a break dude!” she laughs, playfully punching abby’s shoulder.

“okay, okay….” abby chuckles again as she sets a one minute timer on her phone. “and time starts….now.”

“okay coming in hot, filthiest fantasy.” ellie’s eyes widen with desire as she asks you her question.

“no doubt, wanna have someone watch as i put a girl in her place. sounds so fuckin fun.” you explain nonchalantly as the two girls watch you take the final drag of the minuscule joint between your plush lips.

abby and ellie give each other a quick look before abby blurts out “do you wanna make that come true now?”

you cough, waving the smoke out of your face, laughing. “the fuck, anderson? like….” the girls eyes widen, eyeing you in your workout shorts and tank top. “oh, you’re serious.”

“what is it angels, you wanna see this?” you creep up from the chair, confidence building with every motion. pulling off your tank top and throwing it in ellie’s face, your nipples perk up at the sensation of the cool air.

“fuck….” abby whispers breathlessly, using every fiber of strength to not palm her clit at this very second.

“c’mere abs…lemme take care of you.” you murmur sultrily, running your hand down her braid as you straddle her thigh. “wanna watch, els?” you motion to the stunned girl, her nimble fingers already down her boxers. “ah, ah, ah…..” you whisper to her, pulling her fingers out and sucking on the wetness from her digits. “you’re gonna wanna save that. just getting started.” her breath hitches, wide eyes taking in the warmth of your mouth around her fingers.

as you’re finishing up, you feel abby brushing up against your ass, and going to grope it. “don’t even think about it anderson. you do what i say, yeah?” you ask, pinning her muscular arms up above her head. the blondes expression goes soft, submitting to your energy. “stay.”

“that’s a good girl.” you whisper, before locking your lips in hers. she tastes just how you always imagined; coffee and cherries. she can’t help but buck up her hips into yours, desperate for any friction. “was that….your….plan…all along?” you ask, one hand around her throat while your pouty lips leave tender kisses on her collarbone.

“m-mhm!” she nods, ellie’s faced flushed in awe, scanning the two of you.

“yeah? i could tell from the second you suggested that game….sluts. both of you.” you chuckle, before nearly tearing her muscle tank off her toned body and connecting your gooey mouth to her petite nipples. the moan that comes out of her at this stage is guttural; you smile to yourself knowing you can make these girls fold with a simple kiss. “tell me what you want angel….” you coo, circling her ribs with your nails. without warning, she gets too impatient and starts rubbing her clothed cunt against your thigh. “well….if you can’t behave, maybe i’ll just play with ellie for a bit.” abby whines as you peel yourself off her, as ellie’s eyes darken.

“let’s see how wet you are…”

ellie quickly rips her boxers off, allowing you to spread her pale thighs. her cunt is quite literally dripping. thank fuck you have a leather couch.

“may i?” you ponder from between her thighs. she bobbles her head yes uncontrollably, only stopping to throw her head back in pleasure when you lick a thick stripe up her puffy pussy. “god, y’taste so fuckin good….” you mumble, looking back to abby for a moment. “learned your lesson yet?” your eyes taunting her, before diving face first into ellie’s pussy, no hesitation. the poor girl can barely get a moan out before-

“i know you bought that strap….saw the box.” she sighs out, relieved.

“sorry els…” you giggle, a thin web of spit connecting your drenched lips to her pussy. “i’ll get you later. gotta take care of that slut first. be good and watch, and i’ll reward you again.” she gulps in response, giving you a light kiss.

you motion for the girls to wait, and scurry off to your room to get yourself ready. soon you’re back, bottle of lube in hand, rubbing the cool gel on your 7 inch length. abby’s eyes widen, likely not realizing how big your dick really was.

“this okay?” you ask, hovering over her neatly trimmed pussy. she nods, whimpering. “words, angel….”

“y-yes!” she gasps out, desperately rutting her hips against the tip of your dick. anything, anything for a taste of that delicious friction.

“good girl….” kissing her forehead, you sink into her with ease, her eyes rolling back sinfully as you bottom out in one stroke. “look so pretty like this…s’fuckin obedient….”

her veins melt back into her freckled shoulders as her senses succumb to all of you. her moans are fucking pornographic, you almost wish you got it on video….

in which ellie already has her phone shakily pointing at the two of you, her hand back between her now bare thighs, rubbing lazy circles over her clit. all that’s left of her is her flannel, her breasts poking out from in between the the buttons. because let’s be real, she never wears a damn bra so she can whip them out easily.

“jesus abs….s’fuckin tight.” you moan out, lightly scratching at her biceps. “takin me so pretty….never thought i’d get to have you like this.” the blonde sobs out your name in reply, desperately flailing to close her legs to relieve the pressure in her stomach as you pry her open. “you better stop, or i’ll take you from behind instead.”

“promise?”

and that’s how you ended up with abby andersons back arched for you, ass up, with your cock so deep in her cunt ellie can see the silouhette of you in her abdomen.

“yeah? you wanted this, huh?” you pant, the only sounds that echo through the room are simultaneous moans from the two girls and the squelching of their juices. abby’s noise more prominent as she shrieks in pleasure while you yank her braid so far back she has to stare at ellies glazed over cunt just out of reach while you ruthlessly thrust into her.

“answer or you won’t fuckin cum.” you bellow, tightening your grip on her locks.

“yes! y-yes! need to cum…hah…hah….hah….s’bad!”

“atta girl.” you groan, spreading her pussy to watch her cream a perfect white ring all over your strap, your own high peaking, your thighs shaking in pleasure.

the three of you collapse onto the couch, all going silent for a moment to catch your breath….before bursting out into uncontrollable giggles.

“gotta do that more often, huh?” abby smirks, with the satisfaction of knowing her stupid little plan worked.

“mhm….” you agree, brushing your hands up against the two girls. “gonna put els in her place next time though…”

you shoot a glance at the lanky girl, and her eyes go hazy.

part 2….?

[gelus-ugs]

The Hashira when they’re jealous

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Prompt: A festival was taking place in a nearby town. You decided to go with ___, figuring that you could use some time off to enjoy yourselves. You decided to temporarily split up, taking interest in different things. While skimming through the different booths, you happened to run into an old friend. You two decided to catch up, not realizing that it seemed as if you were leaving a certain someone behind…

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Gyomei Himejima

I feel like he isn’t jealous per se, but more of feeling left out

He comes up behind you and doesn’t say anything

He doesn’t want to be rude and interrupt your time with your friend, but he doesn’t want to be excluded

You quickly notice him how could you not? he’s a fkin giant 😭 and introduce him to your friend

They talk and get to know each other for a bit before your friend leaves

You two continue to have fun at the festival, hand in hand and not leaving each other for the rest of the time<3

Sanemi Shinazugawa

I just know this man is violent when he’s jealous

He can’t stand how you’re laughing and smiling with your friend. That’s mean to be him

He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest and glaring daggers at your friend

If looks could kill, your friend would be deceased. gone. straight to the morgue.

Your friend quickly gets the message and leaves

And if for some ungodly reason your friend doesn’t and continues talking to you, Sanemi will straight up haul you over his shoulder and walk away

You don’t even get the chance to say goodbye 😭

He doesn’t leave your side after that

And by that, I mean his arm is stuck around your shoulder/ waist. The moment you need your entire body to do/view something, he is right beside/behind you

Obanai Iguro

He’s feeling a bit left out :((

He comes up to you and hugs you from behind

He doesn’t wanna be rude and interrupt your time with your friend, but he wants you to know that he’s there

You take notice and quickly finish your conversation with your friend, bidding them goodbye

Obanai doesn’t leave your side after that, holding your hand the as they two of you enjoy the rest of the festival

Mitsuri Kanroji

Miss ma’am is on the verge of tears

She’s so conflicted on what to do

Part of her wants to go up to you and just take you away

But she knows that’s rude, so she’s contemplating on just staying in her spot and letting you two talk

You quickly notice her though and part ways with your friend, making your way over to her

She’s super happy that you noticed her

She’s radiating with joy and clings onto you for the rest of the time :))

Kyōjurō Rengoku

Dear god-

This man is going to be SO loud

He comes up behind you, his aura so..overwhelming

He smiles at your friend, but it was more of a threatening smile instead of a warm one..

“Ah, hello, friend! I’m sorry to interrupt, but I hope you don’t mind if my partner and I part ways!”

Before your friend could even reply, Rengoku is dragging you off 💀

He stays with you the entire time after that

Muichiro Tokito

He’s just silent

It takes you a hot minute to even realize that he’s beside you

You notice that he’s staring at your friend..hard

When he realizes that he’s caught your attention, he looks at you, then makes a face of boredom

Like this —> 😐

It’s basically his way of saying that he’s ready to leave 😭

He wants to have fun with you at the festival! But your friend is making it impossible >:(

You quickly wrap up your conversation with your friend before parting ways

Muichiro is very happy, he has a lil smile on his face :)

Shinobu Kocho

Miss ma’am is ruthless

She doesn’t give a. fuck.

Basically same as Rengoku. Just calmer..and scarier

She comes up to you and grabs your arm before oh so sweetly smiling at your friend

“Excuse me, my partner and I were enjoying the festival together. I hope you don’t mind if I take them back”

Your friend is definitely threatened..

If they aren’t, they got some balls 😭

Either way, Shinobu drags you away and is holding your hand/arm the rest of the time to make sure you’re by her side

Tengen Uzui

STOP

This man is EVIL

He comes up to you and your friend

“Hello! I’m Tengen Uzui, the partner of this lovely fellow right here. Who might you be?”

Tengen looks at your friend up and down judgmentally

Your friend introduces themselves, and Tengen just rolls his eyes and mumbles something about how unflashy they are

“Well, nice to meet you. My partner and I are gonna get going. We have the rest of the festival to experience!”

You’re hauled over his shoulder and he’s walking away without another word🧍🏾

Tengen + His wives

Suma is definitely whining and pouting

Makio is on more of the pouty and petty side, like “Since they seem to like their friend so much, they should just be with them”

Makio definitely denies she’s jealous though 💀

Tengen is complaining about how unflashy it is to abandon your partners - despite it being his idea to separate and look at the booths on your own for a bit 😭

Hina is the most reasonable out of everyone - that doesn’t mean she isn’t jealous though

The way you laughed and smiled with your friend ticked them off just a bit

Makio is shushing Suma and telling her to ‘woman up’

Hina is trying to calm the two while Tengen is just..staring at you and your friend

How could you not notice these four with the commotion they’re making?

You split with your friend and make your way over to them

Suma is clinging onto you for dear life, crying into your chest

Makio - being her stubborn self - refuses to even look at you

Tengen is questioning why you took so long with your friend

Hina is apologizing on everyone’s behalf 😭

You’re quickly overwhelmed, and the others notice and let go of their jealousy

You all spend the rest of the time together at the festival :)

Giyu Tomioka

Bruh

He just stares at the two of you from afar

He doesn’t even do anything but mope and stare at you, hoping that you’ll notice him

You eventually feel his gaze and turn to look at him

He’s just staring at you like —> 🧍🏼😐

You bid farewell to your friend before walking to Giyu

He quickly grabs ahold of a piece of your clothing

(I like to hc that instead of holding hands in public, Giyu is someone to hold onto your clothes. Like the sleeve of your top or the hem of your shirt)

You smile and continue enjoying the festival with him<3

[ma1dita]

pushover

luke castellan x dionysus!reader

a/n: usually you’re the one stitching Luke up but the one time he gets to do it for you, he knows you’re milking it. no trouble!verse tags, can be standalone -> she’s an ACTRESS okay? who tf wouldn’t want luke to kiss a booboo; this was a forgotten draft for my partners in crime series feel free to read

wc: 1.2k

“OWWWW!”

The sun shines again on Camp Half-Blood peeking through Luke’s dark curls as he towers over you, laughing from his position above. Your knee is scraped after cushioning your fall, or perhaps your attack, after Luke thought it’d be funny to push you again as he walked past.

Well, today’s been kind of boring, so might as well make the most of it right? 

As a daughter of Dionysus, you do love to put on a good show.

There’s a glimmer of mischief in your eye as you do your best to convince him that he’s maimed you but as his eyes fall to the slightly aggravated skin, Luke sighs at the way you look like a kicked puppy, lower lip jutting out as you squint up at him.

“Stop being so overdramatic. It wasn’t that serious.”

“YOU SHOVED ME INTO A BUSH!” 

The howl that leaves your throat catches the attention of other campers, who are familiar with your dramatics and your penchant for picking a fight with the son of Hermes. Luke sighs and runs his hands through his hair, groaning in embarrassment. 

Gods forbid he look like the bad guy.

“Seriously, trouble— you're acting like I pushed you off a cliff,” he grumbles finally crouching down to reach for your leg to check how serious it is. 

It’s not.

“You're a barbarian. Just because you think it's funny to push me around doesn't mean it actually is! Luke.... I can't walk! It feels like my bone is coming through. And I have so much work to do today, and now I'm gonna have to walk super slow…” you groan, still on the ground. Luke rolls his eyes and once he's checked the injury (the whole menacing palm-sized scrape) his expression softens the tiniest bit. He’s still kinda pissed off at you for being a drama queen though.

“Alright, it's not life-threatening so you're going to be fine. Look, I can carry you if I have to.”

Batting his hand away you roll your eyes, “Like I'd let you. You'd probably toss me into the lake again.” 

Luke smirks, “Probably, but I swear to the gods that I wouldn't do anything to maim you. Not on purpose at least.” It’s almost criminal how easy it is to get on your nerves—he thinks you’ve finally shut your trap until he watches you fake crawl away to get a reaction out of him. Quite frankly, it’s embarrassing to everyone watching so he scoops you into his arms like you weigh nothing. Luke chuckles softly, wrapping his arms tightly around your squirming frame so you won't fall as he begins walking.

“So difficult. I swear…”

“Me? Never!” you groan, flopping in his arms like a dead body. Your dead weight makes his arms strain a little but his muscles are fun to look at from any angle, so… 

You miss it when he starts speaking again, “You're too much, you know that?” A smirk grows upon your face, “And you can't get enough. The infirmary is the other way, Castellan....” Luke huffs as he turns 180 towards the infirmary, sighing softly at the way you are sprawled in his arms. But he keeps quiet because he knows how to pick and choose his battles. Something about the realization that he’d only do this for you makes him bite his lip in thought. But you think he’s trying to not laugh at you.

“What? You maim me and then you make fun of me? Haven't you done enough?” The words slip by as you peek at him through one open eye, his cheeks flushed and rosy. Hopefully, his brawn won’t expire on the short trek to the infirmary.

“You're lucky I don't drop you right now,” Luke jostles you with a lopsided grin he can’t hide anymore and it steadily gets bigger at the sound of your surprise.

“Don't you DARE, Luke Castellan!” 

Grabbing onto his mop of curls, the boy winces as his nose brushes against your wrist, and the shockwaves it sends through your system are enough to send you reeling. Maybe it’s the way you almost sway with each step he takes, smooth and steady like a sailboat even when he’s carrying you like this.

He ends up having to carry you inside the infirmary and the Apollo kids on shift stop and stare at their two best counselors in the doorway. Luke tries to ignore them, setting you down on an empty cot and getting the medical supplies he needs to treat your wound. He looks at you propped on the bed like a little princess, cross-legged and fluttering eyelashes waiting for him to clean you up. It's not serious enough for ambrosia, he thinks, so he grabs an alcohol wipe instead.

Luke looks like he's trying his hardest not to smirk as he grabs your leg and begins carefully cleaning the scrape.

“Ow! Gentle! When I patch you up after you spar I don't do it maliciously!”

“I am being gentle, stop wriggling!” Luke grits his teeth as he continues to wipe the drying blood away. He's trying to be careful, but he's clearly irritated that you're not making this easy for him.

Tossing your knee over his lap and getting closer, suddenly you go quiet at the proximity. There’s something intimate about being tended to so delicately in a room filled with people. A quiet in the chaos reserved for only the two of you.

“So what, you think I'm too good for ambrosia? Sending me off to heal like a mortal— what type of nurse are you?”

“You drunk on ambrosia for a scrape would definitely make your dad thrilled and have the both of us cleaning the stables for the rest of the week,” Luke lets out a brief snicker as he meets your gaze, rolling your eyes as you lean against the wall. His hand unconsciously rubs circles into the skin above your knee, featherlight yet firm at the same time. You try to ignore the goosebumps that rise in its wake.

Luke doesn't say anything about it while he continues to look at you. He realizes that you look quite pretty even with windswept hair and dirt on your cheek, but he can't let you see that he's noticed. Something shifts in the air of the infirmary, more overpowering than the smell of antiseptic and it bubbles in both of your chests, overflowing and seeping into the small space between you.

Not bad for a boring day, you suppose. You make him piggyback you for the rest of the day in an attempt to guilt-trip him. But the huge smile on his face has all of your campers thinking otherwise.

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The next day, he sees you walking perfectly fine. In fact, with the way you’re rushing to scold a Hephaestus kid for almost setting the armory on fire, he’s not sure he’s ever seen you move that fast in your life.

Warmth settles on your cheeks as your eyes dart between the kid you’re yelling at and Luke’s narrowing eyes from afar, and you can’t quite tell if the rush of emotions is from what you’re doing versus who you’re really looking at.

Maybe the next time he pushes you around he’ll find out.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[silent-stories]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Summary: Reassuring Noah that he is a good boyfriend, even if he is not always present because of his job.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

Tw: angst, comfort

It had been days—maybe even weeks—since you first noticed the shift in Noah. At first, you didn’t think much of it. You’d always known what came with dating someone like him: the long nights at the studio, the irregular hours, the constant pressure of the music industry, and the heavy responsibility that came with fronting a band like his.

But in recent weeks, things had been different. His absence had become more than just physical. You’d noticed the way he seemed to zone out when you spoke, how he’d sit with you but his mind would be elsewhere. There were moments when you’d catch him staring into the distance, his jaw tight, shoulders tense as if he was carrying the weight of the world on them.

You’d try to ask him how he was doing, but he’d always deflect, giving you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes and muttering something about being fine.

But you knew better. You knew him better than anyone.

Tonight, though, was different.

The band had come over for dinner—Jolly, Nicholas, and Folio were their usual selves, loud and boisterous, filling the room with laughter and stories. You always enjoyed nights like this. It gave you a chance to see the boys unwind, to laugh alongside them, to be part of what made the band more like a family than just a group of musicians.

Normally, Noah would be right in the thick of it, teasing or joining in with wild anecdotes, but tonight, he was quiet. Too quiet.

You glanced over at him as you sat at the dinner table, catching him staring down at his plate, absentmindedly pushing food around with his fork. He’d barely eaten anything, and his usual sarcastic remarks or witty comebacks were noticeably absent. As the night dragged on, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Every now and then, you’d catch him looking at you, his brows furrowed as if he was lost in thought. And every time you’d look back, he’d quickly glance away, pretending to focus on something else.

After dinner, as the guys moved to the living room, sprawling across the couches and settling in for what would inevitably turn into a late-night hangout, you felt Noah’s hand brush yours under the table. It was a subtle gesture, one you almost missed, but it caught your attention. You looked up at him, and for the first time that night, he met your gaze directly.

“Can we talk in private?” he asked quietly, his voice soft but laced with something that sounded like hesitation—or maybe fear. Your heart skipped a beat.

There was something in his tone, something that made the air between you feel heavier, like this conversation was about to unravel something big. You nodded, giving him a small smile in an attempt to reassure him, but he didn’t return it.

Instead, he stood up, leading you outside, away from the laughter and chatter of the band.

The night air was cool as it kissed your skin, the sky above clear and scattered with stars. The porch was dimly lit, the soft glow from the house casting long shadows across the wooden boards. It was quiet out here, just the faint hum of the city in the distance, a stark contrast to the noise inside.

You could feel the tension radiating off Noah as he stood with his back to you, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket, his posture stiff.

For a moment, he said nothing. The silence stretched between you, and your heart began to race as you waited, unsure of what was coming. You wanted to reach out, to say something, but something in his demeanor stopped you. He looked like he was struggling—like whatever was on his mind was tearing him apart from the inside.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he turned to face you. His eyes, usually so bright and full of life, were dim, filled with a sadness that made your chest tighten. He let out a heavy breath, running a hand through his dark hair before dropping his gaze to the ground, unable to look at you.

“I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a rough edge to his tone, like he was trying to hold himself together. “About us.”

Those two words sent a jolt of anxiety through you, your mind immediately spiraling. Was he breaking up with you? Was this the moment everything you’d built together crumbled? You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out, your throat tightening with fear.

Noah seemed to sense your panic because he shook his head quickly, stepping closer. “No, no—it’s not what you think,” he said hastily, finally meeting your eyes. His brow was furrowed, his expression pained.

“I’m not… I’m not ending things, but…” He trailed off, clearly struggling to find the right words.You waited, your heart still pounding in your chest. He looked so vulnerable standing there, so unlike the confident, composed frontman you were used to seeing on stage.

“I just… Fuck, I don’t know how to say this,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I feel like I’ve been a terrible boyfriend lately. Like, I haven’t been here for you. Not really.” He glanced up at you, his eyes filled with guilt.

“And it’s been eating at me.” Your heart broke at the sight of him so torn up. You took a step closer, reaching out to gently take his hand in yours.

“Noah, what are you talking about?” you asked softly, squeezing his hand. “You’re not a terrible boyfriend.”

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Yes, I am,” he insisted, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been so wrapped up in the band, in the new album, in fucking everything, that I’ve barely been around. I feel like I’m constantly distracted, like my mind is always somewhere else, and I know that’s not fair to you.”

He paused, swallowing hard, and you saw his jaw clench as he tried to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to break through. “You deserve someone who’s actually there for you. Someone who can give you the attention and time you need. And right now, I’m just… I’m not that guy.”

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and your heart shattered at the sight of it. Noah had always been the strong one, the one who held everything together, and seeing him so vulnerable, so broken, was almost too much to bear. Without thinking, you reached up, gently brushing the tear away with your thumb.

“Noah,” you whispered, your voice soft but firm. “You are enough. You’re more than enough.”

He shook his head, looking away again as if he couldn’t believe you. “I’ve barely been at home in the past few weeks. I missed so many things that were important to you and I’ve let you down over and over again, and—”

“You haven’t let me down,” you interrupted, stepping closer until you were standing right in front of him. “I know how hard you’re working. I see everything you’re doing, and I understand. I get it, Noah. I know how much pressure you’re under with the band, with the new album, and I’m not expecting you to be perfect. I don’t need you to be here 24/7. I just need you, Noah. However you come.”

He stared at you, his eyes searching your face for something—maybe reassurance, maybe hope. “I feel like I’ve been so absent. Like I’ve been letting you down over and over again.”

You shook your head, reaching up to cup his face in your hands.

“You haven’t failed me. You’ve never failed me,” you said softly. “I know things have been tough lately, and I know you’ve been busy. But I’m not going anywhere, Noah. I'll wait. I'll always wait for you, beacuse you are worth waiting for.”

Tears welled up in his beautiful brown eyes again, and this time, he didn’t try to hold them back. A couple of them fell freely, and you gently wiped each one away as they slipped down his cheeks.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I just… I don’t want to lose you.”

You smiled softly, your heart swelling with love for the man standing in front of you. “You’re not going to lose me, Noah,” you promised, your voice steady and sure. “I love you too. More than anything.”

He closed his eyes, exhaling a shaky breath as he leaned into your touch. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close, and he held you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder as he let out a deep, shaky sigh.

For a long moment, you just stood there, wrapped up in each other, the weight of his confession hanging in the air between you. But slowly, you felt the tension in his body begin to melt away, replaced by a sense of relief and comfort.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured after a while, his voice muffled against your skin. “For everything.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair.

“We’ll figure it out. Together.” He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, you saw the light return to his eyes. It was faint, but it was there—a glimmer of hope, of love, of the man you knew so well.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice full of gratitude. “For being so patient with me.” You smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Always,” you whispered against his mouth.

Noah’s fingers tightened around yours, his gaze steady now, no longer filled with doubt.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he whispered, his voice raw but full of sincerity.

“You didn’t get lucky,” you replied with a soft smile. “We chose each other. And I’m still choosing you.”

Noah gently smiled too. He did choose you. And he was so damn glad he did.

[lavandulawrites]

Our Little Haven

Yandere Fyodor x reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Fyodor is my absolute favourite character. He is so interesting and there are endless possibilities with him.

Masterlist

Synopsis: Life with Fyodor is peaceful and absolutely perfect, but something is missing…

Warnings: NSFW, brainwashing, subtle manipulation, reader has small flashbacks, female reader

Word count: 1474

The sun shinned through the white lace curtains. The wind that swept through the opening in the window making the curtains dance. The sun beam on the wooden floor warm to the touch as you stood with bare feet glancing out the window. The grass in the garden tall and green. The wild flowers making the landscape fairytale like.

A lone sparrow landed on the branch by the window. It’s little beak picked on the apple hanging above it. It made eye contact with you and chirped. You could feel your hand reaching towards it.

Longing.

You snapped out of your trance at the sound of the door to kitchen opening. The old door creaked. In stepped the master of the house. A black haired man with boundless purple eyes that quickly found yours. His lips pulled back into a smile. His black eye lashes fluttered, as his eyes crinkled.

“I see you have gotten a new friend” his melodic voice so very pleasant. He nodded towards the little sparrow as it was happily eating away on the apple.

You smiled slightly as you gazed at the little bird. “Yeah… I suppose I have.”

He hummed as he stepped closer. Cold hands wrapped around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder. His nose nuzzled against your neck. His soft raven hair tickled you. “You haven’t eaten anything. Where you waiting for me my dear?” he raised his head and kissed your cheek.

You nodded.

He spun you around and cupped your face and kissed your lips tenderly. “I appreciate you waiting for me love. It makes me happy” his face soft as he kissed you.

The library in the manor was quite and filled to the brim with books. Some were new and some were as ancient as time. The air filled with a homely smell which were soothing. The tall windows overlooking the garden, making the room lit. You could see the little pound and the ducks swimming among the waterlilies.

You let your hand run over the many books as you decided on what to read. Your hand stopped at a leather bound tome. On its spine it read World History. You removed the book from the shelf, its weight downing your hands. You blew off the dust and took a seat on the velvety rococo couch. You opened it carefully and flipped through the pages.

Multiple of the pages were elegantly annotated. Some of the notes were in Russian and some in Latin. The annotations were many and they were sometimes random. As you flipped through the tome your mind wandered to Fyodor.

You knew of his age and the nature of his ability. When he first had told you, you did not believe him. You found it peculiar that he had trusted you with his secret. After you confronted him, he had only laughed and said “One does not hide anything from one’s loved ones, don’t you agree?”.

His answer had stunned you at first, but you had to agree with him.

You often wondered about what he had seen and what he had experienced. He had told you some details about his past, but not enough. You always craved more. You sighed and placed the tome onto the mahogany table. You leans you head back against the back rest. The ceiling was high and your eyes wandered towards the ceiling rose surrounding the chandelier. Fyodor’s tastes were really exquisite.

“I see you have taken an interest in history, my dear” a deep voice woke you up. You blinked confused and your eyes wandered to the tall man who was examining the tome.

You sat up. “I didn’t mean to go thr-”

“It’s okay” he patted your head. “Lovers should not have any secrets. Do you not agree?” he smiled gently.

You swallowed and nodded. “Yeah.. That’s true”

Fyodor glanced out the window, taking in the beautiful view. “Are you not glad you moved her with me? Away from all the noise… and distractions” he hummed. You could see him glancing at you in out of the corner of his eyes.

“It’s really peaceful here” you smiled.

He turned his head to face you. He hummed in agreement, his voice like butter. “This is our safe haven. Our own little heaven” he leaned down and gently stroked your cheek.

You closed your eyes and leaned into his hand. The coldness of his skin welcoming in the summer heat. His other hand intertwined in your soft hair. Your eyes fluttered open and were met with a playful smile.

The black haired man leaned in and gently kissed your lips. His lips softer than velvet and you wanted more. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips together in a fierce kiss. He chuckled against your lips before he licked them. His tongue pushed against them, asking for permission. You gladly accepted. His tongue exploring your mouth and you moaned out in pleasure.

He crawled on top of you and deepened the kiss. His lips hungry and it felt like he devoured you. The gentle Fyodor was completely gone and replaced by a man lost to desperation. You gently pulled his hair and he groaned against your lips.

He parted from your lips and kissed his way to your neck. He sucked and licked on the skin causing you to see stars. His hand lifted up your dress and pulled your lace panties down. You had no idea where he had thrown your panties, but you couldn’t care less.

His long fingers quickly found your cunt and prodded your lips apart. His fingers moved with such skill you thought that this was what he was born to do. Your slick quickly soaking his fingers and he grinned at the sight. “God you are so beautiful like this my love” he sighed softly.

He pulled his fingers out of your cunt and liked them clean. You was disappointed by the emptiness only to become completely in awe by the sight of him licking his fingers clean.

He grinned at your reaction and leaned over you again and pulled your dress over your head. Your white lace bra catching his attention. He smirked as he toyed with the bow in the middle of the bra. “I’m glad you like my gifts.”

Fyodor snaked his arms underneath your back and clasped your bra open. The bra fell on the floor as he quickly dived down to capture your lips. As he kissed you his hands quickly pulled down his fly. He separated from your lips and took both his pants and boxers off. His cock hard and made your mouth water. He quickly slipped his shirt over his head.

He lined himself against your entrance and showed himself in without warning. You moaned loudly at the heavenly sensation. His movements fast and his dick hitting just right.

He looked down at you with suck lovingly eyes you felt a tug at your heart. His hair had fallen down from his shoulder and softly framed his face. The sun rays catching his hair making it shin like the feathers of the ravens that resided in your garden. Your gaze fell down to his lips and to the red stains of your lipstick. The colour was deep and beautiful. Images of that very colour filled your mind accompanied with screams of terrors.

Your eyes widened and you blinked furiously to get rid of the images.

Fyodor slowed down his movements. His dark eyebrows furrowed. “Are you alright darling?” his voice filled with worry. His movements had completely stopped.

You swallowed and nodded. “Yeah. Please continue” you smiled up at him.

He nodded and continued trusting into you. You pulled him down into an embrace. The ceiling was filled with various colours from the sunset. Reds, yellows and pinks filled your vision.

The familiar feeling in the bottom of your stomach made you moan. You kissed him deeply as you climaxed. He followed soon after and pulled out and painted your stomach white.

As you both laid together on the couch your mind wandered. You couldn’t stop the many images of what seemed like your past flicker across your eyes. The sound of people laughing soon turned into screams and your vision turned to red. You turned to face the sleeping man besides you. His long lashes shadowed over his high cheekbones. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had something to do with your sudden images.

You laid there awake lost in thoughts for what felt like forever. Maybe it was the best not to think about it. It would only cause you distress and as your lover said , it was not good for you. Listen to Fyodor and all will turn well you said to yourself as you drifted asleep.