#v far from the prompt lmao

[blindmagdalena]

i really wanna spend valentine's day with homie..do you think he'd be romantic? how would he wanna spend the day?

Homelander strikes me as an intensely traditional romantic. Everything he knows about romance, he's pulled from movies. That means roses, chocolates, diamond jewelry, candlelit dinners. He wants classic romance.

That means buying out an entire movie theatre for a private showing. It means a romantic cruise for just the two of you. It means dinner on the pier with fairy lights and live music. It means sharing a hot bath full of rose petals. It means flying you across the world for a once in a life-time meal that he thinks nothing of. Does he personally sprinkle a trail of rose petals to a luxurious jacuzzi bath for the two of you to share? No, but he does hire a Vought intern to do it, and that's basically the same, right?

Homelander would be a very intimidating partner to have on Valentine's day because he's all about these huge, sweeping gestures. He needs you to see his love, believe the scope of it. Love has always been a conditional, quantifiable thing to him. He's not well versed in showing it any other way. His life is so ruled by consumerism, by capitalism, by transaction. It would be easy to feel inadequate by comparison when he's pulling out all the stops every single time. But you know what would just wreck him? A card with your love written plain as day. Homemade baked goods with little heart decorations on top. A scarf you knitted that he'll never need, but that he would wear anyways because you made it for him.

Because you were made for him.

[mieczyslawsravenclaw]

Eidetic Memory Be Damned -Spencer Reid

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•Pairing - Spencer Reid x FemFBIAgent!Reader

•Rating - 18+, Minors DNI - Smut - NSFW!!!

•Summary/Prompt - Spencer is tired of only having the memory of you to enjoy during his spicy times , so he just has to intrude into your hotel room after a case is finished…

•Warnings/Content - p in the v unprotected (hey kids- DONT DO IT) ; cursing ; Spence loves to beg to nut in you and does so ; creampie ; some pain play? (just a lil hand on the throat dealio and some hair pulling) ; LOTS of praise on both sides (good boy, pretty girl, etc) ; very mf horny lol ; (basically they do just about everything from first base to last bestie slay)

•Word Count - 3.3k

•Authorʼs Note(s) - Iʼm so mf rusty at writing smut so this is probs not the best, I just wanted to write some Spencer spice cause I had a spicy dream about him lmao RIP >_< Also this'll be my first official post of my writing on Tumblr slayyyyy

•Additional Tags - Switch!Spencer , Switch!Reader , Spencer is a needy brat LMAO , Team has ‘no ideaʼ you two are hooking up (Be so mf fr they do) , Good aftercare is so valid , Spencer loves being cuffed and teased muahaha

As much as this last case had taken out of me, I was more than happy to get to spend some time in my hotel room while the jet refueled and everyone got their bearings. Itʼs not home - far from it, Iʼd been missing my own bed for the majority of our time here in whatever state it was now - but at least it was something.

But of course, the reprieve wouldnʼt last long - a sharp knock on my door confirmed that, about 20 minutes after Iʼd laid down to sleep.

“What…ˮ I groan, frustratedly looking over at the clock.

The knock, again, more persistent this time. And I recognize its pattern now, three short tap-taps. Spencer.

My heartbeat, despite my minor annoyance at being woken up, is hammering now. Spencer seems to do that to me, from the moment Iʼd realized I have feelings for him, carrying into whatever it is that we are now. Secret trysts that Iʼm sure are no secret to our team members, especially Garcia, because sheʼd pried it out of me almost immediately and now waits in her dark little room with nothing else but excitement for the latest updates on us, it seems.

“Are you awake?ˮ A gentle but still much-too-loud voice asks.

I tumble out of bed, rushing to the door. I donʼt even have time to make sure I look okay - Iʼm much too worried about anyone else hearing him. The door is unlocked and pulled open in record time, a stunned lanky man quickly and semi-quietly forced inside.

“Spence, someoneʼs gonna hear you if you keep on like that.ˮ I chastise him, shutting and locking the door behind us. No sooner have I done so, than his lithe form overtakes me, nestling into the crook of my neck with a groan that seems both relieved and not relieved at all.

“Donʼt care,ˮ He pushes me back, until my legs meet the mattress and fold. Quickly following on top of me, he sighs, “Been too long. I miss you. You know I have an eidetic memory, yeah? Doesnʼt mean shit when Iʼm up late and even thoughts of you arenʼt enough to keep me satiated.ˮ

“Someoneʼs gonna-ˮ Hear, I want to say. He knows, of course he does. And Iʼm only half-complaining, with his lips at my neck and his leg sneaking up between mine the way he also knows.

“Donʼt care.ˮ He repeats, the low moan at the back of his throat breaking through into the silent room. “I told you I miss you. Should I tell you about what I use my memory for? And just how much that hasnʼt been enough lately? Or should I show you?ˮ

Itʼs clearly a rhetorical question, but still, he seeks the permission I am more than happy to grant.

“Tell me. Uh, show me. I mean-ˮ

“I can do both,ˮ Even in the dark, I know heʼs got that matter of fact smirk on his lips. He reaches down, holding me by the hip with one hand while the other slips into my pajamas, a practiced motion heʼs all too good at by now. “Usually this is what I remember first. The way your skin feels, how nice it is to make you tremble beneath my touch.ˮ

I buck up, and he chuckles.

“All too eager, arenʼt you? Clearly youʼve been thinking about it too, huh, pretty girl?ˮ A pointed question he knows Iʼll struggle to answer, with his hand and his voice torturing me so.

“No eid- identical- uh, no memory recall whatever for me.ˮ

“Still wouldnʼt satiate, I bet.ˮ He remarks, casually rubbing circles and patterns over my panties. This is how he operates, surely and with no warning. A gentle but firm kiss to my jaw, and he continues, “Itʼs like that for me, at least. I know no amount of recalling how you feel under me will be enough to match just how nice it is.ˮ

Heʼs right, and of course he is; I can barely handle the teasing, the tone his voice has taken in this short amount of time. And I currently dont care if weʼre heard, either.

“Spence-ˮ

“What is it, sweetheart? Too much for you? Not enough?ˮ

“Please?ˮ

“Words, honey. Youʼve gotta use your words. Or you can show me, Iʼm okay withthat too.ˮ He guides my hand down to his.

“More.ˮ I plead, working to undress myself before his hands take over.

“You only have to ask.ˮ

True to his word, Spencer pulls the fabric away, no longer allowing it to be a block between us. Itʼs lost somewhere in the sheets as he kisses me, his practiced hands no longer in the mood to tease. He slips a finger in, and when I let out a keening whine, another, his free hand going automatically to my mouth.

“Now as much as I say I donʼt care, youʼve gotta be a little quiet for me,ˮ He goads, knowing this will only make it harder for me to do so. His breath is hot in my ear, his fingers working a motion thatʼs both breaking pent up weeks old frustration, and yet causing more tension in my belly. “Much as I love your voice. Your sounds. The-ˮ

I rut up against him, my lips opening around his thumb. He works it into my mouth, his voice lowering even further.

“Cmon, show me how much you missed me, huh, princess?ˮ

I moan, words lost in my mind as it spins. Every tug of his fingers between my thighs is building a high Iʼm chasing, and when I get to this point, Iʼm not talking - he is. And he knows it, knows the right words to say to build and break me.

“This is what Iʼm after, this is what I canʼt just remember. Because itʼs all too much to remember how good it feels to destroy you.ˮ

Please, please. I canʼt hold off much longer.

“Now are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?ˮ

I nod, lips opening and letting his hand free from my mouth as my breaths grow heavy. “Canʼt - Please, Spence, please-ˮ

He presses me further into the mattress, murmuring sweet and dirty nothings into my ear as the dam breaks and I ride my high. Iʼm far too sensitive following, and when I try to push him away for a moment, allow myself to collect some sort of reprieve before we continue, he chuckles lowly.

“See, I can recall that clear as day. But itʼs so much sweeter to have it happening in front of me, you know?ˮ He nestles in beside me, turning me to face him.

Nigh immediately, Iʼm reaching for his belt buckle. Of course he wouldnʼt have changed into comfortable clothes, not even this late- Iʼm sure this was his plan all along, and he tried to fight it as long as he could.

“Someoneʼs eager.ˮ He quips, the smirk growing.

“Youʼve got me thinking about it,ˮ I sigh, letting him maneuver himself out of the constricting clothing. “Coming over and getting me all hot and bothered. I really ought to…ˮ

“Ought to what?ˮ He goads, pulling me onto him with a low noise as we brush together. “Hmm? Are you gonna say…you ought to punish me?ˮ

I nod, rubbing back against him. He lets out a moan, hands gripping my hips tighter.

“I remember how that feels,ˮ He pulls me closer, voice dropping. “But for your sake, maybe you should refresh me.ˮ

When he reaches for me again, I pull back, pinning his hands down above his head. I know he could get out of it if he really wanted to - Iʼm strong, but not stronger than him - but he most certainly doesnʼt want to get out of it. And Iʼm enjoying it far too much to stop myself now.

“Whatʼre you gonna do, cuff me?ˮ He snaps, the bratty attitude far too practiced and already making me a soaking mess.

“I might.ˮ I reach for my pair, knowing all too well that heʼll absolutely lose it once I let go on him. I can hardly stand the anticipation. “Scared, Reid?ˮ

“Terrified. Please, donʼt. Iʼve been a good boy, I swear.ˮ

I push him back while he pleads, tightening the metal around his wrists. The look on his face, muffled as it is by the darkness of the room, is more than enough to spur me on.

“Not thinking about this at all, huh?ˮ I shed my top, if only for the knowledge that his inability to reach for my breasts drives him utterly insane. “And Iʼm sure you havenʼt spent many late nights with the memory of me riding you, have you? Havenʼt had your hands on that pretty cock of yours, thinking about how it feels when itʼs me, yeah?ˮ

“N-Not at all.ˮ

“Itʼs a shame, then.ˮ I tease, feeling him harden beneath me with every word. “Iʼll have to make you confess, I suppose.ˮ

His eyes follow my every move as I back up, slotting between his legs and bending down to kiss along his hips.

“Youʼll never get it out of me.ˮ He groans.

“Is that a promise or a challenge?ˮ I ask, not breaking eye contact as I place a kiss on his sensitive head.

“Challenge? Would I…challenge you?ˮ He still holds onto a moment of sanity, until I take him in my mouth, and itʼs lost with a sigh of, “Oh, would I.ˮ

I bob my head, my practiced motions coming in handy now. The usually-full-of- remarks Spencer Reid folds under my touch, soft deep moans and babble of confessions and wish I could pull your hair passing his lips while I work him out.

After a few moments of this, I let him free - at least from the torture of my lips.

“Where are you going? Please, I wanna cum for you, Iʼll tell you everything I did while I couldnʼt stand to wait for you.ˮ He keens.

“Oh, Iʼm far from done with you, Spence.ˮ I slowly, agonizingly slowly, climb back on top of him, making sure to back right up against him as he tightens against the cuffs. “Donʼt you worry, Iʼll have every measly confession pouring from you. You know I will.ˮ

“Please, let me out- Gotta touch you, I just gotta-ˮ

“Shh, be good for me, wonʼt you?ˮ I lift myself over his face, pressing my folds to his lips. “Unless you wanna stay in those forever.ˮ

He shakes his head, vibrating a ‘noʼ against me.

“Good. Now youʼre gonna pay your dues and clean up the mess youʼve made.ˮ

Eagerly, he laps at me like heʼs never had it before. His utter submissiveness overwhelms him, letting me ride his face to my hearts content. Words are muffled and entirely lost in it, and I know by now that the sounds Iʼm making alone will be heard, but I donʼt really care. Iʼm too far gone in how good it feels to finally have him making me cum again.

“Can I touch you now?ˮ

I slide back onto him, teasingly letting myself rest with just the edge of him pressing into my folds.

“Can you?ˮ I look pointedly at his wrists.

“I-oh, my god, clearly not, but-ˮ

“How about this?ˮ I amend. “You give me a confession, you get a reward. Sound fair?ˮ

“Yeah, sounds just fine. I couldnʼt get off without coming here, you realize that, donʼt you? Youʼre the only thing that gets me off anymo-Oh-ˮ His confession is cut short as I slide him a bit further in, just enough to spur him further. “I mean, I get off, donʼt get me wrong here. But nothing feels as good as when itʼs with you. Nothing.ˮ

“Keep going, youʼre doing good.ˮ I praise, sinking a bit deeper.

“Goddamn you feel so good.ˮ He moans. “Like, my hands canʼt even come close to this, are you kidding? I can try all I want, and believe me, I have - Oh, my god, please donʼt stop - Iʼve been trying all the time, I admit that, canʼt hardly stand being around you and not being able to just fuck you whenever I want.ˮ

I push down further, the stretch he gives me loosing my own moan. “How much do you wanna fuck me, Spence? Tell me, please.ˮ

“God, all the time. Itʼs all I can think about when I get down to it - baby, can I please touch you now?ˮ

“Punishment is a bitch, isnʼt it, Reid?ˮ I smirk, starting to push him in and out of me, slowly and with a devious grin that falters at just how damn good it is.

“Baby, Iʼm gonna get outta these and fuck you so good-ˮ

“Try it.ˮ I raise an eyebrow, stopping my motions.

“Oh- No, Iʼm sorry, please donʼt stop. Iʼll be good, I promise.ˮ

“Yeah, you will.ˮ I drop as far as I can take him, savoring the stuttered animalistic groan he lets out as I press down onto him, pulling his hair and moving my hips around him. As he is want to do, heʼs thrusting up into me, even if heʼs unable to reach me with his hands held up as they are. “Eager, sweet boy. Iʼm gonna ruin you.ˮ

And ruin him, I do. The tension and heat in my belly rides and breaks several times, with him unable to form real words except for the continuous begging of please donʼt stop repeated on a loop until I feel Iʼm satisfied with his demeanor.

Once Iʼve tortured him enough, I reach for the cuffs, ready to let him off the leash - knowing that once I do, the balance will shift. Truthfully, Iʼm just eager to let him be true to his word and fuck me like heʼs been dying to.

“You donʼt need any more confessions from me, then?ˮ He huffs, sweat slicked across his brow from the effort of holding back - though heʼs not really done so, has he?

“One last one, I suppose.ˮ I pull off of him, and the pout he gives nearly makes me sit right back down on him again.

“Alright, Iʼll be good and honest with you, then.ˮ He continues while I set to unlocking the cuffs, “You know the other day, just after we got the final piece of evidence put together?ˮ

I nod.

ˮI was so psyched, I couldʼve taken you right there. I donʼt care that everyone would have known, would have seen. Itʼs just something you do to me.ˮ He finishes, his tone light. Oh boy, Iʼm about to get railed. “I love you. And now Iʼm gonna fuck you like Iʼve been wanting to for weeks.ˮ

No sooner is he free, tearing off the shirt he was wearing and looming over me with the hungriest of looks at my body before pressing himself into me. No wait, no teasing - heʼs not got the control for it, clearly, and Iʼm not complaining one bit.

“Next time, you get the cuffs, pretty girl.ˮ He promises, his hands all over my body now that he can manage it. Hard, precise thrusts, his voice heavy and fucked-out.

“And Iʼll show you just what Iʼve been wanting to do that Iʼm gonna savor in my mind after.ˮ

My nails are leaving deep trails in his back, surely leading to marks that would raise questions if anyone else saw. Heʼs so far in me, almost bottomed out, and itʼs almost too much and yet not enough all at once. I pull him closer, and his hand tangles in my hair while the other clasps around my throat.

“Youʼre all mine.ˮ Spencer growls - truly, thereʼs not other word for it, the purely animal drive taking him to a world where itʼs just us, just this. And Iʼm there too, crying out with the ecstasy his body causes my own.

“All yours.ˮ

“Thatʼs right, pretty girl. Say it for me, I wanna hear you say it.ˮ

“Iʼm all yours, Spence- oh, my god-ˮ

“Good, thatʼs good. My pretty girl. Youʼre so tight, you feel so good wrapped around me, donʼt you? God, what a sight.ˮ Here he is, in his rambles now, and I can hardly contain how close I am. “Wanna tell everyone this is mine. Iʼm the only one that gets to have you, gets to fuck you like this. See you break for me. Only me.ˮ

“Only you, Spence, only you-ˮ

“Cʼmon, I know youʼre close, I can feel it. You get so much tighter, god, if itʼs even possible-ˮ

“Spencer-ˮ

“Thatʼs my girl, cum for me.ˮ

“Donʼt stop-ˮ I can feel the cord in me ready to snap, chasing my most intense orgasm of the night with his words and the feeling of him slamming so deep inside me. “More, Spence, you can give me more-ˮ

“Sweet girl, of course, I know you can handle it.ˮ He pushes himself fully in, my breath catching at the slight pain, yet itʼs still so good, I canʼt stop it, I donʼt want to. “Want me to fuck you so good with all of me, donʼt you?ˮ

I nod against his grasp, and he loosens it a bit, kissing me fervently.

“Please, please cum for me, I wanna feel you all over me, beautiful.ˮ He reaches down, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit. Itʼs the last thing I need to send me over that edge, and I cry out, his name slipping past my lips unwarranted. “Oh, baby, love how you say my name. Like itʼs a prayer, like Iʼm a god.ˮ

“Donʼt stop, Spence-ˮ

“Iʼm close, baby- Oh, I wanna cum in you-ˮ

Another orgasm follows near immediately after this one, and Iʼm grasping at him while heʼs chasing his own, his hands fumbling and his thrusts getting sloppy. He grips the sheets, his breaths stunted.

“Cum in me, please-ˮ

“Iʼm gonna, god, Iʼm so fuckinʼ close-ˮ He tightens around me, muscles shaking as he lets loose, and now itʼs his turn to moan my name a lot louder than he should while he cums. Heʼs so pretty when he does, too - the crease that works between his brows, the round pucker to his lips. Partly through, he kisses me, hard. And when heʼs done, his grip loosens, falling slack on top of me with a contented sigh.

A few moments pass where he just holds me, peppering soft kisses across my face and telling me you did such a good job, baby. Then, he pops up with a smile and comes back with water and a towel, cleaning up after himself.

“Satisfied?ˮ I chuckle, slowly pulling my clothes back on.

“Almost.ˮ He dips his head down, capturing a nipple in his mouth for a few moments. I groan, overstimulated, but still too happy to appease him. “Now, Iʼm satisfied. Iʼm staying in here, okay? Donʼt care if someone sees at this point.ˮ

“Spence?ˮ

“Mmhm?ˮ

“I love you, too.ˮ

[satorusugurugurl]

sukuna with roadtrip lmao, i feel like it would be interesting

have a great day boo

Road Trips and Fireworks

Summary: Marie’s Summer Fest prompt: road trip and fireworks!

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna(Modern AU)x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: oral sex (male receiving), road head (please be safe), sex, car sex, outdoor smut, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, degrading, dirty talk

Word Count: 1,793

A/N: hi nonnie! Thatnks for the request I hope you have a great day too!! 💚i combined two requests! (I wanted the firework one 🎆🙂‍↕️) we have a few more of these to get through, I'm working on requests as well!! Trying to get a bunch done since I'm going on a company retreat this weekend to a resort!

Summer was the perfect time to take vacations. While flying or taking a train was nice to get to your destination, road trips were sometimes even more fun. They were filled with junk food and the wind in your hair, all while you got to sit next to your boyfriend as a passenger princess. You couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend your vacation.

However, there was a single minuscule flaw in your perfect road trip: your boyfriend’s road rage.

Sukuna didn’t drive like a maniac or follow cars in and out of traffic, chasing them down. He would never put you or anyone else at risk. However, he had a terrible habit of flipping cars off and dropping every curse word in the book. Usually, he would let every situation roll off his back like water. This road trip was already stressful, just an hour and forty-five minutes drive. Sukuna managed to avoid two accidents while driving to Kyoto in that short time. Several people had flipped your big-tatted boyfriend off and paled once he snarled at them himself. All the while, he had managed to drop several different ‘fucks’ in twenty minutes.

Your poor boyfriend was tense, gripping the steering wheel with a firm white knuckle grip while you popped a potato chip into his mouth. He angrily crunched down on it with a scowl, one you were wincing at. So far, your summer road trip was turning out not to be what you had imagined. And you'd only started the drive; you still had another day of driving ahead. How was your pent-up boyfriend going to survive? Luckily for you, you knew just the way to calm him down.

“Motherfuckin’ bitch ass—” Sukuna snarled out as you slowly reached over, rubbing his crotch. “Nngh hey what the fu—” not wasting a second. You winked at him before you unbuckled your seatbelt, leaning over the console, stroking him through his pants. “Oooh fuck, as much as I like getting my dick sucked, I’m a little upset. It’s not fair that you’re doing this while I have to focus on driving when I would rather watch you.”

“Well, life isn’t always fair, now is it?” You stuck out your tongue, pulling his shorts down once his cock was hard enough. “All you need to do is focus on the road. Let me take care of the rest.”

Stealing a glance up at your boyfriend, you watched him gulp. The orange hue from the setting sun highlighted his handsome features and facial tattoos as he clenched his jaw; his crimson eyes moved from the road, hands gripping the steering wheel tighter as he looked down, watching you for a split second. The instant his eyes drifted back to the road. You pulled his cock out of the slit in his boxers before you started trailing kisses up the underside of his cock. The muscles in his thighs tighten under the ministrations of your soft lips against his sensitive veins, your tongue flicking over the metal stud of his frenum piercing.

“Fuck,” Sukuna hisses out through his teeth as he throws in your hand and against your tongue. “You fuckin’ tease.”

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t like it when I tease you, you Kuna~”

“You know for a fact that I fucking hate teasing.” He responded with no heat in his voice.

“Oooh, right, I forgot about that.”

“Fuckin’ watch yourself brat.” You smirked, flattening your tongue over the tip, soaking in the way your boyfriend cursed above you, “G-Gaah, you little shit—”

“Oooh, I'm so sorry, my lord. I won't tease; I’ll make you feel better in just a second.”

Sukuna’s mouth dropped open as you took his entire length into your mouth, sucking on it as you bobbed your head up and down slowly. Your eyes shut as you relaxed your throat, taking more of him down and gagging around him as he hit the back of your throat. Your boyfriend’s abdomen muscles clenched as you set a fast pace, moving faster, hollowing your cheeks with each bob of your head. The salty, sweet taste of pre-cum was mouthwatering, causing drool to seep out of the corners of your mouth as you exhale through your nose, trying to take his length down your throat.

Sukuna gritted his teeth so hard he thought they'd crack. His eyes kept leaving the road for seconds to watch your bobbing head move up and down, sucking him off, drool pooling around the base of his cock. He understood that you were trying to help him relax, but seeing you sucking him off, so messily had him tenser as he resisted the urge to swerve off to the side and fuck your face. But fuck, it was hard, especially when you reached down with your hands, one wrapping around his shaft, while the other gently began massaging his balls and time with your sucking. Your boyfriend blew a hot, gravelly breath as he dropped his left hand off the steering wheel, grabbing a handful of your hair.

Before you can look up at him with faux innocence and confusion, Sukuna forces you down his length, making tears prick your eyes as you gag. Your nose presses against we-trimmed, pink pubes as the head of his cock slides down your throat. The warmth of your saliva around his skin makes Sukuna chuckle deeply from above you before he breathes heavily and lets out a moan before his laughter floods your ears as he pulls your hair, bringing you off his length before shoving you back down on it, making you gag harder

“I might not be able to fuck your face like I want to, but I’ll make do.” The dark tone that leaves your boyfriend‘s mouth makes your panties wet as the sun sets darkness and envelops the car aside from the dashboard, showing the GPS to the B and B. “Mhmm, I felt you moan. Do you like being made a fuck toy? My little cum slut.”

“Mhmm—”

“Do you want my cum down your throat?”

“Mhmm!!” you’re gagging around him as your boyfriend pushes you further down, cock twitching inside your throat as his balls clench.

“Then fucking swallow.”

Spurts of cum, flood your mouth, coating your tongue and rolling down the back of your throat. Your eyes flood with tears as you try to take it all down, choking on it. Above you, your boyfriend snorts a laugh, licking his lips as he breathes heavily. As soon as you finish swallowing his cum you pull off of his length. You shift your legs, feeling how wet you are as your boyfriend lets go of your hair, turning the blinker on as you wipe the back of your mouth off with your hand.

Once your mouth is thoroughly cleaned, you take the time to look at your boyfriend's state. His eyes are narrowed, and his chest rises and falls as the car is slowly pulled off the next exit of the highway. The electronic voice of the GPS tells you that it is redirecting the following route as Sukuna finds a safe spot off of the road before he turns to face you.

You don’t have a chance to think of whether you want to beg for mercy or tease him more. Any attempts at conversing with him are cut off as a firework bursts into colorful light in the dark sky. The red color illuminated the inside of the car, showing you the smirk on your boyfriend’s face as he unbuckles his seatbelt

“Let’s get out and watch fireworks.”

Five minutes later, you’re being pressed against the warm hood of the car, your bare breasts rubbing over the metal as your cries are sharp and loud as your boyfriend snaps his hips forward, filling your aching cunt with his long, hard cock. You turn your head, closing your eyes as you focus on the pure pleasure, only to have your boyfriend grab your head, forcing it up as he bullies his tip against your cervix.

“Thought you would like to look at the fireworks.” His voice growls in your ear before his sharp teeth snap on your earlobe. “Look up at them kitten.”

“I can’t, I can’t!” You bite down on the inside of your cheek as your boyfriend laughs deeply in your ear.

“And why is it you can’t?” Explosions of blues, greens, reds, and gold light up the night sky, illuminating your skin that ripples with your boyfriend. You’re bent over so nicely that it allows your boyfriend to slam into your g-spot with each thrust making your walls tighten around his cock.

“Is it because you’re going to cum~? God fuck, I know you’re close.”

“Yes! Yes, please, Kuna, please.”

“Heh, good fucking slut begging for me to make you feel good.” His free hand leaves your hip, reaching down and rubbing your clit back and forth fast. “Hold it for me, though.”

“But Kuna!”

“I fucking said to hold it” Your legs start shaking while your boyfriend's cock splits you open. It isn’t until you hear the whistling of a firework being shot that your boyfriend snarls in your ear. “Fucking cum for me right fuckin’ now.”

Fireworks exploded above you as you came hard, gushing all over your boyfriend‘s cock. The intensity of your orgasm left your head feeling fuzzy as you listened to your boyfriend grunting and growling behind you until you felt the warmth of his cum filling you up. Sukuna keeps moving until the both of you are panting heavily, bodies illuminated by more fireworks above you, while you savor the lasting fireworks bursting inside your body

“You good?” Your boyfriend breathes out against your ear as he slowly pulls out of you.

“M’ on cloud nine. How are you less stressed now?”

Your boyfriend scuffs slowly, lifting you into his arms, walking back to the passenger side of his car, and placing you inside. “I guess I’m okay.” He can see the confusion and panic that cross your features for a second.

“You’re just okay?”

“Yeah, just okay, because I’m fucking starving.” He forces your legs wide open. “But if you let me enjoy this meal before we get back on the road, I’ll be fan-fucking-tastic, so just lie back and enjoy the fireworks kitten.”

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Congratulations Mo 🥹🩷

Ordering Crimson with Kitten and a sprinkle of stork thank you

I LOVE YOUR FICS TOO OMG🩷

OMG HI THANK YOU SWEET BABY FOR REQUESTING! I like totally went overboard with this one and I think it made me realize that I have to write a Kid slow burn. I keep writing waaaaaay too much for Kid One Shots.

Pairing: Eustass Kid x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Hurt/Comfort to Smut x Breeding

WC: 2400 lmao fuck

Warnings: KINDA HEAVY- potential assault of some sort but it doesn’t happen (don’t worry we’re cool!), comfort, protective Kid, Kid with feelings, Killer is also here for reasons, p in v sex, cream pies and breeding yay, unprotected sex, fingering, good girl type shit.

I'll Protect You (+18)

— — 

It was a whirlwind of blood, cannon fire, and flying metal. 

Cuffs were tight behind your back and you weren’t sure how you got into this position. You receive a hard kick to the ribs. You spit blood. 

“Aww, little Kid Pirate girl isn’t so tough now, huh?” Your captors laughed down at you. 

You had been a part of Kid’s crew for awhile now but this was your first confrontation with other pirates in which you had found yourself bested. You were overtaken by several powerful enemy pirates and swiftly hauled off to a secluded closet area away from the fray and away from the safety of your captain and his crew. 

“She’ll make a fun little play thing for us I think… heh heh…” One of the brutish pirates chuckles down at you, nudging your cheek with the bottom of his boot as you lay bound on your side. The moist wood of the ship was splintering your cheek and one of your eyes was swollen to the point of obstructing your vision. 

“T-they’ll kill you, fucking bastards..” You spit out with all of your might, but it came out quiet since there was very little air left in your lungs. 

“Hah! You think they’d come for you? See how easily we were able to take you away? They don’t give a shit about you.” Another of the men sneered at you. 

“Come on, let’s get her out of those ugly punk clothes. She belongs to us now.” A taller, thinner man said as he reached for the buckle of your pants. 

“Get the fuck off me!” You choked out. 

“Stop playing hard to get, sweetie, I thought you liked red heads?” Another enemy pirate chuckled as he used his sweaty hand to rip your tank top, exposing your breasts. 

You had almost given up and resigned yourself for whatever you were about to endure when the door of the closet was blown clear off its hinges. The men around you straightened up and turned around immediately taking their hands off you. 

In flash of long blonde hair and blue and white, the men around you had fallen to the floor in pools of blood, sliced to pieces. 

“Kil-“ You try to speak but your mouth was full of blood again and you cough. 

In an instant you were scooped up in Killer’s huge arms, tucked into his chest to cover your now exposed body from any other prying eyes. You were fading in and out of consciousness while Killer carried you across the deck of the Victoria Punk. As your head lolled back you could see Kid facing away from you out of the corner of your eye, no doubt destroying what was left of the enemy pirate crew. 

“Captain! Y/n’s hurt! Bringing her inside!” Killer shouted at your captain. 

You were able to catch Kid’s eyes as he turned around. His expression changed so fast in that brief moment of eye contact it was almost as if Killer was carrying you in slow motion. You saw shock turn to blind rage as Kid noticed how damaged your body was. He no doubt saw your torn clothing… so god help those pirates if he assumed the worst had happened to you… 

You lose consciousness before you make it to the first aid quarters.

— — 

Your vision is too blurry and your head too fuzzy to make sense of your surroundings. All you could hear was a far-away, muffled yelling… a voice you could just barely recognize. 

“LET ME IN THERE NOW, HEAT! THAT’S AN ORDER FROM YOUR CAPTAIN!” It sounded like Kid was underwater, miles away, but you could still make out the words being exchanged. 

“Captain! I-I’m sorry but she’s been sedated! Waking her up now would only put her in more pain!”  You could just hear Heat outside the room pleading with your irate captain. 

“I DON’T CARE IF SHE’S AWAKE! SHE NEEDS HER CAPTAIN!” Kid clearly was not in the mood for reason. 

“Captain… The threat is eliminated. You need to rest, and so does she. We all do. Heat has assured us that y/n will be fine in a few days. If you trust your crew, you’d back off.” Your ears perk up further as you hear the logical and clear voice of reason, Killer speak to his captain. 

Several moments of silence go by and you felt yourself passing out again… 

“FINE!” *SLAM* Kid must have grabbed Heat and pushed him against the wooden wall of the ship. “But if anything, and I mean ANYTHING changes in her condition… I’m in there. Got it?” You hear kid spit at his crew. 

“A-aye captain.” You can nearly hear Heat choke out at Kid. 

You black out again. 

— — 

You hear whispers and see a faint light behind your eyelids. 

“Hey…. Hey y/n…” 

Your eyes flutter open completely for the first time in several days and you’re met with a mane of blue hair and a Glasgow smile. 

“AH!” You shriek and jolt up. 

“AH!!!” Heat pulls back and screams louder. 

“Gods on fucking bikes, Heat! You can’t wake people up like that!” You breath heavily, leaning up on your elbow, hospital sheet clutched to your chest in your other arm. 

“Like what? I literally just look like that!” Heat snips back at you, comfortable now seeing you’re alive and well. 

“Maybe a surgical mask or something, geez… Nearly shit myself…” You sigh out. 

“Are you body shaming me?” Heat brings his hands to his scarred, grey cheeks in fake offense. You smile weakly. 

A few moments of silence go by. 

“Do you… do you remember what happened?” Heat asks you. 

“Yes.” You respond instinctively. You don’t elaborate. “Can you get Kid? He asked if anything changed to come get him.” You ask without looking up from your feet at the end of the hospital bed. 

“How did-? Yes, y/n… I-I’ll get him.” Heat stutters as he swiftly exists the Victoria Punk’s makeshift medical bay. 

Without having the energy to thank your crew mate, you just sat on the hospital bed and pulled your knees up to your chest. You hugged them close into your body and stared out the porthole on the opposite wall. It could have been seconds, minutes, or an hour… but you found yourself lost in the point where the ocean met the sky, rocking back and forth in the window before you were startled by a gentle knock. 

Too gentle from what you’re used to on this ship. 

“Yes-“ you try to call out but your voice was hoarse. 

You hear the door behind you creek open and a heavy body thumps in with large boots. The door shuts. You don’t turn around.

Nothing is said. You can hear Kid’s heavy breathing. He was upset. You were sure you knew why. He was angry that a member of his crew had been so easily captured and needed to be rescued and put on a week of bed rest. You were pathetic.  He was here to tell you that you weren’t worthy to be a Kid Pirate anymore. Tears formed in your eyes and your throat felt tight. You clutched your knees harder before you finally spoke. 

“Captain-“

“I killed them.” Kid interrupted you immediately. 

“Y-you.. what-“ You turn your neck and wince, muscles still sore. 

“Every single fucking one of them. Killed them and threw their bodies in the sea. Set their ship on fire.” Kid paces across the room slowly, his jackboots creaking on the wooden floorboards. 

You tried to swallow down the lump in your throat. 

“I-I apologize c-captain. I-I was w-weak-“ You try to square your shoulders as you turn to face your imposing captain, but your voice trails off. “But I.. I… I… ” Your voice falters and squeaks. 

“You what, y/n?” Kid stops pacing and takes a step towards you. 

“I.. I was so fucking scared, Kid.” You spit out and succumb to violent sobs that wracked your whole body. “So fucking scared…” You cry and whimper into your knees as you pulled them impossibly closer to your shaking body. 

You were so engulfed in your own emotions that you were startled when you were scooped up entirely and pulled into Kid’s huge chest. 

You didn’t know why he was holding you, but you couldn’t help but let it comfort you nonetheless. You cried into Kid’s leather clad chest for awhile until he finally speaks. 

“I don’t want to ever hear you apologize to me again. Not for that shit. You fought hard. It was my fault.” Kid pulls your head out from between his pecs so you could look up at him. He gently uses his flesh hand to push your damp hair from your eyes while he cradles your body in his giant metal arm. Your wet eyes bat up at him and he can’t help but melt. “It was my fault that I couldn’t protect you. I’m never letting that happen again, you hear me?”

“But Kid, I-“ You try to protest, knowing you were too weak to be a part of his crew.

“You hear me?!” Kid pulls you closer to him by the back of your neck now. You inhale sharply. “I’m never letting anyone else touch you again. If they do, I’ll fucking slaughter them just like I did those bastards. You’re mine.” Kid becomes heated as he moves his face even closer to yours. “You hear me?” He repeats, but this time in a soft whisper against your lips. 

“A-Aye Captain..” You barely breath out through your trembling lips. 

“Aye, Captain what-“ Kid starts to run his hands up and down your torso, still not kissing you fully.

“I’m yours.” You finally get out. 

Kid hums in satisfaction just before pressing his painted red lips into yours. 

You sigh into the kiss, releasing so much anxiety and stress from yourself, knowing that Kid want you to stay, and wanted you in this capacity. 

Kid ripped the hospital sheet off your body and kisses down your neck to your breasts, quickly attaching his hungry mouth to your pert nipple. Small pants leave your parted, swollen lips. Kid pulls back from your breast to admire your naked, quivering body beneath him. 

Kid stands at full height, he then hunches slightly to drop a large ball of spit from his lips to land right on your bare pussy. You gasp slightly at the lewdness. 

Kid then leans down and presses his forehead against yours while undoing the buckle on his belt. 

“Tell me this is okay… tell me if you don’t want this, we can stop… tell me you want me…” He whispers softly to you as he strokes himself above you. 

“Yes. Touch me.” You meet Kid’s gaze and cup his jaw in your hand, truly magnifying his size against yours. 

Kid wordlessly moves his hand to your sex as he smears his own saliva across your clit. You throw your head back and sigh. 

“Have to get you ready for me…” Kid says tenderly as he pushes two large fingers inside of you. “I don’t want to hurt you…” Such softness you had never seen from your captain before was only adding to your arousal. He stroked your g-spot gently as he whispered sweet praises to you in assurance. “Such pretty sounds, baby… You’re doing so good getting so wet for me… you ready to take my cock?

“I-I need you… Kid… please…” You plead, wanting him inside of you so badly that you could swear your slit was dribbling out onto the bed beneath you. 

Kid nods his head against your forehead and takes his fingers from your clenching hole. You groan in frustration, but only for a moment as Kid returns and slides his massive member into you. You squirm at first, so unused to such a massive stretch. It didn’t hurt, but it was going to take a little work to get it all in…

Kid hears you whimper and tries tor assure you. 

“I know baby, it’s a little big… we’ll make it fit… you’re gonna feel so good…” Kid coos at your boneless form on the hospital bed as he gingerly thrusts the first half of his cock in and out of you. 

With each few thrusts, Kid sinks his cock a bit deeper inside you and with each additional centimeter you squealed. You moaned but you never protested, as your gushing slick coated him further, he was eventually able to sink himself balls deep inside of you. 

“See, pretty? I told you it’d fit.” Kid smirks and presses his flesh hand on your lower tummy while his metal arm holds your legs apart. 

“Ahh, Kid don’t do that I’ll-“ You protest and try to push his wrist. 

“You’ll what? Cum? Squirt? That’s the point, love.” Kid chuckles and rips your hand off his wrist. He pins your wrists together above your head in one hand as he presses on your belly with the other all while he relentlessly fucked into you. 

You shriek. Your vision turned starry for a moment and you feel liquid gush from your lower half.  Your eyes roll back in your head and your thighs twitch from the stretch to accommodate such a large man between them for so long. 

“That’s my girl… my fucking girl…” Kid grips your face with his hand and forces you to look at him. “Let me make you mine.” Ge growls at you. 

“Y-yes, Captain.” You make out through your post orgasm haze. 

“Mine…” Kid grunts and slams his hips so far into yours that it made you cry out. He came hard and heavy deep inside your cunt. 

Kid’s feet shuffle against the wooden floor as he tries to pull himself off of you. He pulls back and lifts your chin to face him. You were cock drunk and exhausted, still recovering from your wounds. 

“Come finish the rest of your treatment in my quarters. You’re not staying in this shithole anymore.” Kid says as he nuzzles his nose against yours. 

“You’ll have to take it up with the doctor, but I have a feeling you’ll be very convincing.” You place a gentle kiss against Kid’s lips. 

— — 

**A/N** This was too much plot with not enough porn? I can admit that but IDK I HAD FUN WRITING IT? I hope y’all like it!

[goldfades]

⛸️ trevor zegras with prompt “i love the way you look when i’m inside you” and “stop whining and take it”

♡ ─ word count | 393 words

♡ ─ warnings | NSFW under the cut!!!! read at your own discretion!!! p in v, degraditon ??? i believe thats all??

♡ ─ taglist | @dancerbailey3 @valluvsu @daisysnhl @dasiysthings @iminlovewithtz11 @literatureluster @lvrzegras @lxvleyzoe @bowen-power @ru-kru @jackhughesily @hearts-for-luke

♡ ─ ev's notes | this WAS supposed to be part of my 500 celly buttt i decided to finish it up and post it LMAO

the headboard hit the wall rymatecially with each of trevor's harsh thrusts, the sound ringing all across the whole room along with the wet sound of your cunt. your eyes were rolled in the back of your head as trevor kept his rough and unrelenting pace.

you both had been at it for a hours now, you had came so many times you couldn't even think straight. your legs were hanging off of trevor's shoulders as he fucked into you, his hands tight around your hips. trevor's cock was hitting all the right places and your head was spinning, your throat hurting from all the noise you'd been making.

"fuck, baby. you feel so fucking good, shit." trevor was groaning as he fucked you into the mattress. you couldn't say anything back, all you could was whimper pathetically under him. you felt his cock twitch and you knew he was close, making the pressure in your stomach tighten. "you take me so fucking good, baby."

trevor's hand slipped down to your pussy, rubbing your nub harshly and your back arched as you let out a loud cry. you were far too sensitive right now, you couldn't even feel anything else except your cunt. you tried to grab trevor's hand to pull him away to no avail.

"too much trev, please." you didn't know exactly what you were begging for - for him to slow down or make you cum.

trevor groaned, "what princess?" trevor only smirked at you as his finger rubbed faster, making another jolt of pleasure go through your body. with the roughness of his thrusts and fingers, you were so close to cumming. you still tried to pull trevor's hand away and with a frustrated groan, trevor grabbed your hands and pulled them next to your head with his free hand.

"stop whining and take it, isn't this what you wanted? to be fucked like a whore?" trevor spat as he fucked you faster, his hips snapping against yours. you couldn't even respond, you weren't even sure you were even on earth anymore.

your orgasm hit you like a truck, your whole body shaking beneath trevor. you were seeing stars, your ears were ringing and you were sure you died and went to heaven. it felt so good.

trevor had spilled into you soon after, collapsing right on top of you.

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[ssahotchnerr]

Dbf!Hotch giving reader a massage and it gets very spicyyyy?(very smutty lmao) This is something I've been wanting a fic about for so long now😩😩. I love your writing btw!!

tension relief

cw; dbf!hotch and fem!reader, age gap, smut- unprotected sex, p in v, praise,

minors dni, wc: 1.2k

all characters within this are 18+

you frustratedly let out a sigh, rolling your neck slightly which resulted in a light crack.

you've been at it for a few hours now- the never-ending assignment it seemed. aaron always had an open invitation for you to come over, which you used to your advantage as much as possible. with both of your tedious schedules, and the sneaking around your parents, alone time was far fetched and in-between. so the second your night class let out for the night, you had hightailed it to his apartment.

you had schoolwork, he had his files, but the close proximity was more than you could ask for.

finally, aaron joined you in the living room. standing behind the chair you were occupying, he leaned down, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"come to bed angel." he murmured, turning his head to nip at your neck.

"i can't." you huffed out, your eyes locked on the screen in front of you. "i have to get this finished or else my professor will be on my ass."

"a break, then?" he continued to nuzzle his face into your neck, making a very good play at being distracting. "i'll give you a massage."

you craned your neck slightly, meeting his eyes. "you will?"

aaron nodded, kissing your lips now that he had the access. "you're tense." to prove his point, he brought his hands to your neck, kneading it. "can't you feel that?"

the pronounced knot in your shoulders rolled at the movements of his thumbs, causing a groan to escape your lips. it hurt, but the good kind; the tension seemingly lessening even at the short and minuscule attempt.

he placed a kiss on your shoulder, eyebrows raised knowingly. "so?"

you gave in. "please."

he offered you a hand, pulling you to your feet and guiding you down the hall to his bedroom. "shirt off and lay down for me sweetheart."

never one to hesitate, you followed his instructions, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it off to the side. you crawled onto his bed, laying stomach down, your hands nestled under your head.

aaron followed, straddling your thighs as he settled on top of you. he brushed away the hair splayed on your backside, his fingers trailing along your skin lightly. it started from your neck, down to your shoulders blades, and further down. he repeated the action a few times, simply enjoying the way your skin felt underneath him.

his fingertips traced downward to your bra, tapping on the the clasp gently before his fingers skimmed where the fabric met your back. "can i?"

after receiving the go ahead from you, he unhooked your bra, prompting you to lift an inch or two to slide the straps down your arms, mindlessly throwing it somewhere into his room afterward.

once your back was bare, a breath escaped him. "alright baby, i'm going to make you feel good. focus on me."

just as before, his hands found placement underneath the base of your neck, applying harsh pressure, but not enough to where it would actually be painful. he started there, gradually moving down your spine. he was consistent, his gentle touch gracing the surface of your skin and the muscles underneath. it didn't take long for the tension constrained in you to melt away, soft groans and his name falling from you.

"how's that feel?"

"amazing." you answered, your eyes closed as you thoroughly enjoyed the release of pressure and the weight of him covering you.

kisses began to follow his hands, his lips trailing downward along your backside. as if his previous touch hadn't already caused your body to light on fire, you were fully warm now. want was etched in your belly, and from the sight of you underneath him, and all the noises leaving your mouth, aaron was duly hard.

the massage was entirely foreplay, it was only a matter of time before one couldn't resist the other. you arched your back, attempting to quicken his agenda.

he chucked softly, placing open mouth kisses against your skin. "patience, sweetheart. i'm getting there."

true to his word, his featherlight touch continued to make patterns along the surface of your skin, arriving at the hem of your panties. he skillfully pulled them down your legs, exhaling at the sight of you.

"please." you whined, his hands cupping your ass, thumbs grazing the skin. you were nearly trembling with want, your arousal already dripping into his sheets.

aaron rid himself of his clothes, and while you attempted to turn to view him in his naked glory, however, he had other plans. he grabbed ahold of your hips, holding you in place.

"i think i'll keep you right here." he smirked, his tip teasingly running along your slick folds.

he entered you easily, a moan escaping your lips. he skillfully rocked into you a bit more with each thrust, nearly bringing your bottom half off his bed as result of his impeding force.

"fuck." you breathed out, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. the feeling of him inside you always felt brand new, no matter how many times you found yourself at his mercy. you were his perfect fit.

a moan came deep from aaron as well, his hands tightening their harsh hold on your hips. imprints of his fingers would surely bruise into your skin, and they were not unwelcome in the slightest. he leaned forward, his lips ever so brushing your shoulder blades. "you take me so well, you always have."

"more," you whimpered, the slick sounds of him driving into you filling the room. you wished you were laid on your back so you were able to view him- his pleasure struck face, the way his head always fell back as your walls gripped his cock, the place were the two of you met. "harder, please."

with another push, he bottomed out, hitting that place deep in you which made your toes curl. you reached back, finding his hand. he interlocked your fingers, bending your arm behind your back. this allowed him to drive into you with even more force, the extra support aiding.

his name escaped your lips, and you could feel the familiar coil within you daring to snap. without a second thought, you let go. tension had filled you the whole night, and you were desperate for release. you couldn't help but indulge in it the second it was present.

aaron continued his merciless actions, chasing his own high. his hips rolled into yours, his eyes trained on where he penetrated your core. the wave of his own orgasm shocked your body into another, whimpers and his name leaving you as you thrashed underneath him.

exhaling a breath, aaron collapsed next to you. his cock softened within you, but he didn't dare to leave you just yet. the feeling of the two of you connected, was something he wanted to savor as much as possible. likewise, you wanted to relish in the fullness, feeling complete and as if the two of you were one.

his hand inched forward to your abdomen, fingers leisurely wandering down to your core. "how's that tension now?" he whispered, his lips meandering from behind your ear to your jaw.

you laughed softly, affection building within your chest. in his arms, you felt nothing less than endlessly loved. "completely gone, and i have you to thank for that."

[alphabetboyluvr]

Bad Decisions | Drabble Requests: OPEN!

To celebrate Bad Decisions hitting 500k over on wattpad, I am opening requests for drabbles/shorts for a limited time!!

🪩 - WHAT YOU’LL DO |  submit an ask with a scenario / prompt / idea request for our BD couple, or other characters within the story. pls try not to make it tooooo detailed, as it makes it harder to write. a quick sentence or bulletpoints work fine! 🪩 - WHAT I’LL DO |  write around 500 words based on your prompt. 🪩 - REQUEST GUIDELINES | you can request any time point in their friendship / situationship / whatever you wanna call it. If you want deeper exploration on specific already-published scenes, i’m happy to do that, or if you want something we’ve not seen entirely, that’s fine too.  🪩 - FLUFF | is my priority with the requests!! Slice of life!! Domestic star couple!! A little cuteness &lt;3 🪩 - SMUT | As their dynamic is established already, you know their limits in terms of the 18+ stuff so I don’t think I need to do any warnings there. I’ll only accept 18+ requests from non-anon blogs where the requester's age is clearly indicated!!  🪩 - PLEASE NOTE | this is for BAD DECISIONS only (!!) just as a little thank you for the support that's been shown for the story. i’m very appreciative and grateful for the community of glitter girlies we now have <33 it’s definitely been the highlight of my writing journey so far. I likely won’t be able to get to all the requests (it’s my final quiet week at work, but i’m v busy outside work this week!! life </333), which is why i’m keeping them short (as if i’ve ever been able to do that in the past lmao). I have a couple of requests already lurking around in my ask box that I was saving up, so i’ll find those too!! I’ll link all of the completed drabbles below!

REQUEST STATUS | 🪩 open 🪩

COMPLETED:

🪩 - JK rambles on about glitter, and you, and the fact that no one else compares. Jimin pretends to listen. | pre-birds | wc: 800

🪩 - Danbi walks dogs (and miles through Taehyung's damn head) | pre-relationship | wc: 700

🪩 -

[sentfromwolves]

◈—⌈ character voice tag game ⌋

Rules: Rewrite the line of dialogue from the person who tagged you into the voice of your OC’s! (You can include a short beat of action to help establish character if you want.) Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue.

Thank you so much for the tag, @sunset-a-story!! I love this concept and this idea and I'm excited to try it out hehe. I'll be doing this for the hbabl cast! my prompt is "I need help."

◈—« NEMESIS »

Nemesis laughed, a jackal sound, bitter at the edges, sour with self-hate. "Listen," he spat, a dog backed into a corner, baring its teeth because it didn't know how to do anything else, "I'm not asking because I want to. I'm asking because I have no other choice. And I won't say it again—so just help me." His voice smoked at the edges, snuffing out to something rawer. Something far more vulnerable, something young beyond belief. "Please."

◈—« JUDGE »

Judge rolled his cheek into the palm of their hand, nuzzling animal and rough. Blood smeared across his cheek, his neck. "I'll follow you wherever you go," he said, the rich, dark umber of his voice ragged and raw, "but I need you to lead the way for me first."

◈—« HALLIDAY »

Halliday made a bruised sound in the back of his throat, one first curled at his nape, fingers massaging up into the tangled mess of his hair. "I would do it on my own," he admitted, "I would—I tried to, but I can't. I'm sorry." He smiled despite the shame in his eyes. "I'm sorry."

◈—« DESMOND »

Desmond laughed, the sound razored and baleful. It mutilated itself with contempt. In the half-light, he looked nearly animal. Some creature you ran from, for fear of what its teeth could do. "God does not want me," he spat, "God does not care. I bruised my knees for him for two hundred years—and he does not care!" Another peel of laughter, shattered at the edges by a deeper, anguished noise. "All I have is this," he said, "All I have is right here. All I have is you. And what will you do? Why would you care? Even if I—" he cut himself off, but the prayer in his eyes was plain to see. Not a prayer to god at all, but you.

OK THIS WAS ACTUALLY SO HARD LMAO for a moment I wanted to just write Desmond laughing maniacally and then leaping off a cliff because he's. something else. and I wrote this prompt for him with a specific post-HBABL mindset. but I actually love this challenge, and it 100% was challenging!

I'll tag: @tananaphone @juls-writes @awritingcaitlin @turnips-creates @maddstermind @k-v-briarwood @loopyhoopywrites @forthesanityofstorytellers @interroblog @lunafiorewrites @lorenfinch @littleladymab @akiwitch @picrosswrites @crwn-nrth and anyone else who wants to do this game!

Your prompt is: You betrayed me.

>:3333 LETS GOOOO

[insane-control-room]

i dont have a pairing prompt but what if you just put some guys in a situation - working for the company? :3

tysm for the prompt <3

Coi_ Factory

Jack's in a bad mood. T'ḥiát takes care of it. May has a not great time.

ft. @greenghostlyjekyll's Jack & @ichaisme's May :3 based on a real conversation lmao

words: 1,250 general fic warnings: light/playful violence; coil-heads

Fic under cut!

Generally, Jack was pretty chill, T'ḥiát would tell you. But really, you should not trust T'ḥiát’s opinion for diddly squat, as they tended to be an idiot. People who had worked with them would tell you that it must be that TZP that they were constantly inhaling like it was oxygen that muddled their brain to hell and back.

Jack was chill, sure, but they also did not mind if you ended up becoming mulch, as long as quota was hit and enough was made to head out to that desolate, far away planet Titan. 

Jack, dissatisfied with the newbies, and finding that they had lost one of them on quota number two, decided that the 120 chip price was more than sufficient to enlist T'ḥiát’s services once again - an idea assisted by the fact that T'ḥiát’s price of a fresh TZP can (instead of the empty canisters that the company begrudgingly gave them as payment) was 70% off in the shop. Well worth it, in Jack’s eyes. 

Especially after they were bunked up with one of the newbies on the next moon, who asked something so stupid, so ridiculous, so uneducated about Jack’s home planet that Jack only looked at them like they were crazy and stormed off, hoping they would get eaten by a spider or something.

Unfortunately for Jack, the “or something” happened, and that something was ‘got back to the ship only minorly injured from a stupid fall’. 

T'ḥiát, darting around the ship in a spazzing manner that defied some law of physics (clearly trying to savor the canister of TZP, only using it on the moons) noticed their bad mood, and zipped over. 

“What’s the matter, Jacks?” they asked, bouncing up and down. They stilled suddenly, head tilting. Someone who did not know T'ḥiát might have been unnerved. “You seem a bit miffed!” 

“Nothing, nothing, it’s fine, just…” Jack gave a quiet growl. “Somethin’ stupid is all.” 

“You can always talk to me,” T'ḥiát shrugged, hopping up on top of the controls console. “Even if you think it’s stupid, if it’s bothering you, it’s bothering me.”

“Someone just asked me, and I quote,” Jack said, raising their fingers to make bunny ear quotations in the air. “‘Does Titan have coil factories’?”

T'ḥiát stared at them - or one could assume so, by the way their blank visor was pointed directly at them without moving. 

“Oh, no.” they remarked, in denial. “No one could know that little about the moons.” 

“Well, they asked!” Jack gestured without any specific motions. Their helmet was off, so they took the advantage of being able to pinch the bridge of their nose. “Like! Buddy! Where do you think all the damn coil heads come from, Experimentation? Yeah, right, the only good that place is for is faulty V-type engines!” 

“Who asked that?” T'ḥiát wondered aloud. Jack pointed at the person ringing the company bell, and growled, “The FNG, who else?” 

“I see!” T'ḥiát replied lightly. “I’ll go give ‘em a talk.”

“You go do that, buddy,” Jack grumbled, though their mood was a little uplifted. “I appreciate it.”

“A lesson they won’t soon forget,” T'ḥiát went on, probably with a smile. Jack blinked, raising an eyebrow. “Bye!”

Jack watched them leave, and put a stick of gum in their mouth contemplatively. 

“Alright. I guess.” 

T'ḥiát came back after a few minutes of chatting with the new employee. 

“Done,” T'ḥiát remarked. “We’re going to Titan next quota.”

--

The snowy expanse of Titan loomed around them. The FNG was already in the complex, gathering loot with T'ḥiát. 

Said addict slammed down into the ship, and nudged Jack. 

“Doing well!” T'ḥiát chirped, then pressed the can of TZP to the inhalation module on their suit for exactly nine seconds. Their voice slightly higher than normal, they went on, “Going back!” 

The next time they came back with a haul, Jack grabbed their arm.

“What did you do to the newbie?” Jack asked. “Why was she so excited to come here?” 

“I told her that there were no coil factories on Titan,” T'ḥiát replied calmly, ignoring the eye twitch that was no doubt occurring behind Jack’s visor. “I told them that there’s a coin factory here and that cash registers are all the rage.”

“Mhm,” Jack contemplated their words for a long moment. Then they nodded. “They're gonna die.” 

“Ya, probably,” T'ḥiát agreed, then their arm was by their side again, as though Jack was never holding it in the first place. “Unless I feel bad enough for them. Well, going back.” 

Jack nodded, and watched them sprint off, chuckling to themself as they went back to the monitor. 

Sure enough, there was a red dot in front of the new guy. 

The new guy was strafing, one inch at a time.

Jack leaned back and smiled.

--

“Uh… can I get a bit of help?” 

The newbie’s distressed voice bounced along the corridors. T'ḥiát sighed, making their way to the sound's origin. 

“Ask nicely!” they called out, gauging the location of the lost employee. “Quick!”

“Please?” 

T'ḥiát came up swiftly, tilting their head and walking up to the coil head. They circled around it, and nodded once. 

“That there’s a coil head, alright,” they commented unnecessarily. The new guy gave a wheeze of fear. “Don’t you worry, I’ll get you out of here just fine. I see you got your cash register. May, was it?”

“Yeah- yes,” May replied, trembling hard. “I want to get out of here. Now.” 

“Calm down princess,” T'ḥiát soothed, shaking their can of TZP. “If you want, you can have a bit of this, it’ll help your nerves. Just promise that you’ll apologize to good ol’ Jack about the coil factories question when we get back. They got pretty offended by it.” 

“I didn’t think that it was an offensive question!” she defended herself with some bewilderment. T'ḥiát sighed and pushed her along. “Where are we going?” 

“Fire exit. Keep moving forward. I’ve got Mr. Crybaby.” 

“Crybaby?” 

“Don’t question it. Make a left. Your other left.” 

“To the glowing red dot?”

“That’s it. Right out there.”

T'ḥiát waited until they heard the door shut behind them before they phased through the crack.

May was breathing hard outside of the door. T'ḥiát nudged her to get her to start moving. 

“You’re a jerk,” May hissed. T'ḥiát shrugged. “I’m going to- to hurt you.” 

“Sure, doll,” T'ḥiát replied, just as peppy as usual. “That’s a nice cash register you’ve got there. Better make it count. Better crack my skull open in one shot.” 

“I’m not going to do that!?” May gasped, shocked. T'ḥiát tilted their head at her as they jumped down onto the lighting - May taking the stairs, like a normal person. They asked; “Why not?” 

“Because- because I’m not going to kill you!” 

“Coward,” T'ḥiát hummed. May stared at them through her visor. “Jack’s probably going to kill me when we get back onto the ship. Be more like Jack.” 

“Why would they kill you when we get back?!”

“You.”

Sure enough, as soon as they stepped onboard, Jack clonked T'ḥiát on the head with a shovel. They dropped like a popped balloon. May did not like thinking about the fact that their suit looked the part.

--

“Why did you save them!?” Jack demanded when they were in orbit again, shaking T'ḥiát violently. They shrugged, now next to the computer and out of Jack’s grip. “T'ḥiát! Stop teleporting!” 

“I don’t teleport. Also - I felt bad.” 

May rang her cash register. 

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20 questions for writers

thank you @60sec400 for tagging me!! 🫶🫶

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

169, but it'll be 170 when works are revealed for an exchange i'm in :D

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,162,091. It makes me a little bit insane to think about it

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I tend to hop every once in a while, but I've written the most for DC comics, and now I'm mostly writing for The Untamed/Modao Zushi.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Antonym of Philtre

Modus Tollens

deep roots (are not reached by the frost)

Ringing

if the stars we used to wish on (disappear into the night)

(ngl, apart from deep roots and stars, it's insane that some of these fics are so high up here. these are like random one shots i spent v little time editing or plotting, and i have no idea what it is about fics like philtre or ringing that made them so much more popular than other fics that i spent much more time on 😂)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try my best to! If it's a fic I've posted recently I really try to reply to every single comment, but i read over every single comment i get

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

probably Rectilinear Motion. if you click into this, please read the tags before continuing. i've got a fic where i do kill nightwing, and this is far worse

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

lmao i honestly have no idea. probably one of my smut fics

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. I think the harshest comment I've received would be bitchy or passive aggressive at most

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, but I have no idea how to answer the what kind 😂

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not really? The only xover I've written was probably my Johnny Storm/Peter Parker/Dick Grayson fic but it's not something I typically do

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

hiding from @sassydefendorflower. i've done a few round robins that were posted, which were a lot of fun, and aurora and I started a fic together that i was terrible at delivering my end of 😭

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

this is so hard to answer 😭 i bounce between ships and characters and am too much of a multishipper to really have one ship i love above all others

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

💀 like all of my DC ones lmao. fossiled is definitely one i haven't ever thought about finishing. and my fic with aurora is probably something i'll never really complete even though i'd really like to, like i'd have to mentally go back to how i saw batfam three years ago and it's not something i can easily do. i keep trying to update deep roots but it's been two years now and past me didn't leave any outline notes for the ending, and the stress of trying to write something satisfying for me, true to the story, and satisfying for readers who've waited this long (the stats on that fic make me v stressed lmao) is one of the biggest hurdles

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think i've gotten pretty good at little self-contained one shots. if you give me a prompt i can smash it out even if i have no personal interest in the story. and i like to think that i've gotten somewhat good at casefics, given how much i like writing and reading them

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i'm always down for it! definitely no italisicing, though. i've been reading fic whose source material is chinese for long enough that now it annoys me so much to see italics for words in other languages in published books. i love stuff like mouse-over translations, but it's also fun to keep the reader guessing, and having them either go translate it themselves or just not entirely understand what's being said. there are a handful of published books i've read where you just can't translate some of the stuff, and it makes for a fun reading experience!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

chronicles of narnia! i deleted that fic before it even saw the light of my bedroom though lmao. the first fandom i posted fic for was hamilton

20. Favourite fic you've written?

i've written way too much to choose from, or even remember 😅 i really love please do not stand or wait in this area, one of my hardy boys fic, and i recently reread deep roots and found that it actually is pretty good. i'd also say that Whipped! By Zidian's Master, And Other Erotic Tales is my current favourite

tagging (no pressure <3): @sassydefendorflower @dottie-wan-kenobi @they-reap-what-we-sow @twilightarc-gm

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

new data means a new hypothesis to test: run the experiment again

good evening everyone, I have another MadaTobi fic posted! This one is a fill for the Infinite Tsukuyomi prompt, for Day Three of MadaTobi week. It is not related to my other two MadaTobi fics. 

as before, you can click on the click to read on ao3, or on the read more to read it here on tumblr!

(warning that this one if kind of long - a bit over 4500 words - and all internal monologue from a v unreliable narrator lmao)

also some amazing person was kind enough to make me fanart for this fic!!! go check it out because it’s absolutely beautiful and deserves ALL THE PRAISE AND ATTENTION https://www.tumblr.com/noriakichan/699375039709151232/this-one-is-an-illustration-on-a-fic-by?source=share

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42518604

If anyone had asked, Madara would have expected Tobirama's perfect genjutsu to be quite similar to reality. It wasn't as though the Demon had ever seemed to care about anyone, so surely he lacked little from an emotional perspective, and from a more detached perspective it appeared that Tobirama had gotten everything he wanted: his brother's dream of a village achieved, space and time for him to work on whatever twisted experiments and jutsu he desired in peacetime, Izuna dead, Madara driven out, the slow persecution followed by the eventual rapid massacre of the Uchiha clan as a whole... What would the Senju ghost have possibly changed from reality in his perfect genjutsu? What would be the point, when he already had everything he could have wanted, often at the expense of others (at the expense of Madara's, and Izuna's-) happiness?

Well, Madara allowed, Tobirama had had younger brothers too once. Perhaps he, like Madara, would prefer it if those precious brothers had survived to see peace too. He had little doubt, however, that whilst Madara's desire for such was born of affection for his family, the same could not be said for the Senju, heartless as he was. But he had occasionally seemed frustrated when Hashirama was displeased with him, perhaps he would have preferred his brothers survive if only out of a sense of duty, a failure in having allowed those under his protection to have suffered.

Madara wasn't expecting... this.

Madara found, over the course of several days spent as an unseen observer in Tobirama's perfect genjutsu, that each day for Tobirama was quite similar, and rather far from what Madara had expected:

Each day dawned to either blazing sun, or thundering storm clouds blotting out the sky. Madara had never considered something as asinine as his enemy's opinion on the weather of all things, and didn't think he would have expected this if he had, but when presented with the possibility it somewhat made sense. If Tobirama had control of the weather as he subconsciously did in the Tsukuyomi, of course it made sense that he would prefer either the cheerful sunny days that most everyone enjoyed, or the doom-and-gloom weather that best fit his suiton nature.

Madara would have expected that Tobirama's preference for stormy weather was borne of practicality; being surrounded by one's element gave them a significant advantage and greater power in combat after all. It seems this was not the case. Or, not entirely the case – yes, sometimes when lightning struck and thunder roared over head Tobirama whirled through intense, showy jutsu one after another after another with a near-feral battle joy that was unfortunately not a new expression to Madara (though the children clinging to the edges of the shelter by the training field, cheering, were new) but sometimes he just sat. Just stopped what he was doing, head tilted to one side like he knew the storm was coming before it did – and of course he did, Madara reminded himself, that wasn't anything impressive, only Tobirama anticipating his own subconscious desires before they had yet manifested in the Tsukuyomi, he had seen similar in other peoples' dreams – then abandoned what he was doing to walk outside. No warmer clothes, no coat, sometimes even no shoes or shirt, he walked outside then sat or stood perfectly still, face tipped up with an expression of oddly innocent joy as wet-slicked hair stuck to his face and rain rushed down under his collar in little streams.

Could a strong suiton nature explain such behaviour? Perhaps it was just another way in which the Senju was so peculiar.

Aside from the omnipresent blinding sun and equally deafening thunder, the other constant presence was, shockingly, Madara himself. The illusion of Madara, that is, not the real Madara who was of course present to observe. The illusion of Madara, who seemed startlingly similar to how he had been in reality near the beginning of Konoha's founding, albeit happier, and far more tolerant of one Tobirama Senju. Perhaps also a little saner, Madara was grudgingly willing to admit.

Madara watched the illusion of himself interact with Hashirama, with the White Demon himself, watched the illusion argue furiously over the minutiae of clauses in the peace treaty – because bizarrely, the Senju's perfect dream was set not in the old Senju compound when his brothers had been alive and he had not needed to bother himself with other people, nor when Konoha and peace were both firmly established, but in the time when Konoha was still only half-built and the treaty for peace was being rewritten over and over and over – and threaten his clan elders into cooperating with gratifying viciousness. As perplexed as he was by how little of his predictions about what Tobirama's Tsukuyomi would look like proved to be true, Madara was gratified to see that Tobirama had not made a mockery of him but instead had a surprisingly realistic illusion of Madara in his false Konoha. Not particularly accurate, no, of course not, but...realistic. Not how Madara himself was in reality, but perhaps how he could have been if one or two variables had been altered just so.

Kami, now he was talking like the wretched man with his constant experimentation.

Given that the illusion of Madara existed in Konoha as an apparent equal to Hashirama and Tobirama Senju both, interacting frequently off and on duty as Clan Head to the Uchiha Clan who also lived in Konoha (why? Why would the Uchiha clan exist, Madara exist, be so near as apparent equals in the White Demon's personalised paradise? Madara didn't understand, he didn't understand any of this, he could only pretend this was another person's illusion entirely lest he lose his ability to analyse what he saw with some calm), it perhaps should not have surprised him to see who else his illusion interacted with. But it did. Oh, but it did.

Madara nearly choked on his own spit the first time he heard a very familiar voice ring out with teasing mirth from around a corner at the far end of the street. His brain went blank and he didn't think, abandoning Tobirama's conversation with his (presumably) dead brother's illusion to walk rapidly in the direction of that familiar voice. Rounding the corner sharply as the voice approached, he saw at last who was speaking.

Madara couldn't breathe.

It was Izuna, one arm thrown about the shoulders of the false-Madara, other gesticulating widely as he choked out words of some ridiculous story through snickers. Madara was sure it was a story, some exaggerated, obviously generously embellished tale delivered with what served as a straight face for Izuna (it was not at all what anybody else would call a straight face), but he didn't know because he couldn't hear, he couldn't hear anything because that was his brother, right in front of him, his own baby brother who he loved and missed so much, who looked and acted so much like he remembered...

More than anything else, more than the weather or the circumstances or the people (the Uchiha and other clans, Madara, Izuna, blurry figures in Uchiha clothes that orbited the false-Madara and false-Izuna that he belatedly realised must be representative of his own dead siblings, why), Madara was startled by Tobirama's own behaviour in his imagined paradise.

Mostly what Madara observed matched with Tobirama's behaviour in the real world at the time of Konoha's founding, excepting of course his oddly tolerant attitude to the even more oddly tolerant Uchiha. The demon ghosted in and out of Hokage tower, completing paperwork and harassing others about theirs with a vicious efficiency that sometimes veered towards cruelty; he taught the students he had somehow ended up with; he trained alone or with his brothers. He locked himself in his lab to research or experiment. He spent time with various Uchiha as well as his own family, which wasn't surprising with what else Madara had seen so far but never stopped being incredibly weird and uncomfortable to watch. The Senju had completed no missions in the few days Madara had been observing his genjutsu, but some of the paperwork Madara read over his shoulder and the conversations he overheard suggested Tobirama was very much still completing misisons regularly on top of everything else he did.

(Notably, Madara had not particularly observed Tobirama resting or eating. But then, this was only a dream, thus such necessities were not truly necessary, and he had never been fully convinced the albino bastard was human enough to need such things anyway. He didn't think much of it.)

No, the one truly odd behaviour Madara observed, that matched neither his knowledge of Tobirama in the real world nor the differences to this false-world's circumstances, was only made all the more notable for Tobirama's otherwise normal actions.

Everyday, for at least half an hour, but sometimes as much as a whole evening, Tobirama would let himself fall into a relaxed sprawl, eyes closed and breaths deep and even as he simply stayed silent and still for abnormally long amounts of time.

The first time Madara saw the man do this, he felt an unexpected stab of panic as he wondered whether the contrary bastard had found a way to die within Infinite Tsukuyomi. It shouldn't be possible, Madara had made very sure of that otherwise it wouldn't be truly infinite, but the demon had proven in life that he considered ultimate laws of reality to be mere suggestions he could distort for his own convenience, so it wouldn't exactly be a surprise to find he'd somehow managed it. After some close observation, and several harsh pokes – which were pointless as Tobirama wouldn't react to his unknown observer either way, but very satisfying – he determined that this one time the contrary bastard had actually complied with expectations. Then Madara wondered if the fool had actually decided to sleep unguarded like this in the middle of a public space, which seemed very unlike the Senju who was possibly more paranoid than even he.

...Nope, some exploratory poking at Tobriama's chakra revealed the man was very much awake and aware.

What the fuck was he doing, then?

Madara observed this behaviour a few more times, but could find no pattern or suggestion of what Tobirama was doing beyond that he was normally alone but in the vague vicinity of false-Madara. Frustration and impatience led to Madara abandoning all thoughts of figuring out what the man was up to on his own. He'd take a slightly riskier, faster approach instead.

Cautiously, slowly, Madara let a few lines blur so that he could see Tobirama's perfect dream from something a little closer to the man's own perspective, rather than a third person's view.

Immediately Madara found himself reeling in bewilderment and what felt like an odd form of backlash. The last thing he had expected to be confronted with was his own chakra, in such overwhelming vividness, but apparently what Tobirama was doing was using his sensing to immerse himself in the false-Madara's chakra, and the real Madara found that unexpectedly being plunged into his own chakra from another's perspective felt almost like having his own technique turned back on him or lashing back at him. It hurt. Madara clung on with some effort and breathed through it. Thankfully, the pain soon subsided and he was able to focus again on what Tobirama was seeing and feeling, but it remained nothing much beyond the false-Madara's chakra.

It was fucking weird to feel from this side of things. Madara knew roughly what his own chakra felt like, of course, he could identify and track his own chakra signature and others had tried to describe what it felt like a few times. But everyone knew that chakra was a lot like voices; you would never know exactly what your own voice sounded like to others because the vibrations through your own skull just weren't the same as the vibrations through the air that others would pick up on and interpret as sound, and nobody could truly know what their own chakra felt like to others for a similar reason.

So, yes, like any competent shinobi, Madara had a general but inevitably flawed idea of what his own chakra felt like. But feeling the false-Madara's chakra via Tobirama's sensing was overwhelming. It was all...power, incredible power, heat and darkness and thick slightly sweet-smelling smoke, a sense of inevitability thinly wrapped in warm, slippery silk comfort. It was fucking bizarre. Madara got briefly caught up in the odd sensation even after he'd shaken off the intial backlash-adjacent pain, then spent a while more poking at the feeling out of curiousity, before retreating back to the third person view he'd been favouring previously as an observer.

Well.

He observed the still-peaceful Tobirama thoughtfully. Now he knew what Tobirama had been doing when acting so strangely: sensing. Didn't really answer many questions though.

A few more occasions revealed that it seemed it was only the false-Madara's Tobirama immersed himself in this way when lying around about the place.

Not to be repetitive or anything, Madara thought to himself. But why? What are you doing you peculiar fucker of a creature?

Eventually curiousity won out over caution, and Madara approached to sit down near Tobirama's resting form, then again let the lines blur slightly to shift from third person view to something nearer to Tobirama's own view. Given that the Senju's eyes were closed and he was lying in a quiet clearing near the edges of the village, that almost solely meant that Madara transitioned from seeing the clearing before him to feeling nothing but his own...well, no, the illusion-him's chakra. And the pain of the backlash. The backlash had not gotten any better than on previous occasions, though experimentation had shown that there was no such reaction if Madara let the lines blur when Tobirama was focused on another's chakra, and was lesser when he was not fully immersed in the false-Madara's chakra.

Previously, this was the point where he'd wait out the pain, poke around at the sensation of false-Madara's chakra out of curiousity (was this what his chakra really felt like to other? Or was this inaccurate, due to inaccurate memories on the Senju's part or a desire for Madara's chakra to be different somehow in his personalised genjutsu?) and then leave. This time, he instead waited out the pain... And then forcibly relaxed himself, taking a deep breath as he let the lines blur further.

Madara had assumed that if letting the lines blur slightly resulted in him being able to access Tobirama's senses, further blurring that line would allow him to access Tobirama's feelings or even his thoughts. For once, his predications regarding Tobirama and the demon's bizarre choice in illusions bore out. He kind of wished they hadn't.

Once again Madara was confronted with the bizarre sensation of perceiving himself from another's view, and the painful backlash as his own mind and chakra system struggled to discern what was happening. The pain was much worse this time – which made sense, if sensing his 'own' chakra from someone else caused pain, then of course additional information about 'him' from a foreign perspective would accordingly invoke additional pain. That logic did not make the intense pain any easier to bear. He almost wanted to retreat, let the lines snap back into place, make the pain stop, but found he could not. Nothing to do but wait it out.

When the pain had largely subsided, Madara found that he was able to sense Tobirama's emotions, as he had predicted, and a little concentration brought fragmented whispers of thoughts to the forefront. He imagined further focus and effort would allow him to actually make out what those whispers were. For now...For now he had bigger problems to deal with.

Because alongside the same sense of false-Madara's chakra as before (heat-darkness-fireandsweetsmoke-inevitable-softcomfortsilk), came Tobirama's emotional response to the chakra he had immersed himself in. And that was almost as overwhelming as the chakra itself. Madara had no idea what he'd been expecting, if he'd been expecting anything at all before taking the plunge, but he decidedly had not been expecting Tobirama Senju, the White Demon, the bastard who killed his brother, to be filled with what could only be called adoration of all things. Aimed at him. Madara. There was admiration and respect tangled with fondness and desire and playfulness. There was a little frustration, and an immense feeling of safety and contentment that nearly drowned out the rest but instead mingled to create an overall feeling that reminded Madara of affectionate, lazy cats purring up a storm. Deep under all of this, nearly hidden yet clearly deep-rooted, entangled inescapably in all the other feelings, was a darker but thankfully small undercurrent of fear, something like grief or mourning, and a startling amount of self-loathing. And it was all aimed at Madara, these were all things the Senju felt about him.

Madara had absolutely no idea how to react to this, and he didn't want to examine how he felt about it, so he just...didn't. Instead he set aside the matter of what the Senju apparently felt for him – oh fuck, that was a lot of feelings he hadn't even thought the man capable of, let alone for him oh fuckfuckfuck – for the twinge of concern that said, why are those the only feelings present? If, if, Madara was willing to accept that Tobirama really felt all that and apparently not hatred or apathy, the fact remained that there really should be thoughts and feelings beyond Madara in the man's head. Happiness at the glorious weather and quiet clearing. Annoyance at the antics of his brothers. Something. But... No, there was nothing, and wow this was not a concern Madara had ever had before because he'd never thought about it, never would have thought it possible but now he was alarmed because that could not be healthy or natural. Was this somehow his fault? Was this some awful, unexpected side effect of the Infinite Tsukuyomi that he hadn't known he should be watching for?

Surely Tobirama's thoughts weren't like that as well. Surely.

Madara forced himself once more to relax, letting the lines blur just a small smidgen more, before concentrating on those fragmented whispers of thoughts, bringing them into focus.

…

This was.

This was not better. This was so much worse actually what the fuck.

Tobirama's thoughts did not seem anywhere near fully coherent, which was enough to cause concern on its own, but were also rather unnervingly focused on Madara. Overall the trend seemed to suggest some sort of...pining. There were definitely strong, positive thoughts for Madara – wow he felt filthy and horribly intrusive learning some of this; he did not need or want to know even the tiniest most incoherent hints at what Tobirama Senju considers an enjoyable sex fantasy, thanks – but they were twined with an unwavering belief that they would never be returned, that Tobirama was lucky for Madara to tolerate him. The few thoughts that Madara was able to find (with slightly desperate searching, though he'd never admit it even to himself probably) that didn't concern Madara ('Madara'? Where were the lines between himself and the false-Madara here? It was difficult to tell and oh kami this was fucking with his head like nothing else) or Madara's chakra which Tobirama seemed uncomfortably enamored with, were thoughts concerning Tobirama's reputation. Thoughts with a very self-depreciating tone towards needing to make up for who he was, somehow.

No thoughts of the village, of his brothers, of what he was doing later that day, of new justus to try or his current surroundings or anything. If dipping into Tobirama's feelings had been anxiety-inducing, getting a glimpse at his thoughts was frankly terrifying. What had gone so wrong? How did he fix it?

Given that half an hour ago, Madara was strongly in the camp of Tobirama not feeling usual emotions or having normal ethics and morals, it was odd how protective Madara now found himself feeling but...It felt right, somehow.

Feeling considerably more disturbed after dipping into Tobirama's thoughts than he had been beforehand, Madara withdrew back to his own third person perspective of the genjutsu, only to sit, blankly staring at Tobirama's chest rising and falling where he was stretched out in the grass like he belonged there.

He wasn't sure what made him do it, but later that same day, Madara again dipped below the surface to get a glimpse of the Senju's feelings and thoughts. With very few exceptions, he had only been blurring the lines when Tobirama was otherwise occupied with the false-Madara's chakra, but he was grateful for his impulsive decision to look again whilst Tobirama was busy explaining some new jutsu to his smallest brother. Because this time, his thoughts and feelings seemed a lot more normal, much nearer to what might be expected, coherent and complex and covering many many topics – thinking over the past, planning future actions, thoughts of the village and the Uchiha and his family and missions and baffling plans for research Madara couldn't even begin to parse and – and all Madara could think was oh, thank the Sage.

Madara kept checking near obsessively for the next few days, and was relieved though slightly puzzled to realise that that the overwhelming, incoherent focus on himself or the false-Madara (and really, where should he be drawing the line now? It was difficult when Tobirama's own thoughts and feelings made no distinction and the illusion was so flatteringly similar-yet-not to reality) had not been a one-time occurrence. It happened repeatedly, consistently – every time Tobirama settled to immerse himself in the false-Madara's chakra with an air reminiscent of someone sinking into a hot spring, his focus instantly narrowed in on Madara with his feelings growing deeper, stronger, and his thoughts taking a dive into near-incoherency or uncharacteristic rambling. The rest of the time...The rest of the time, Madara checked and was rather uncomfortable to find that most of the Senju's thoughts and feelings towards him remained, just much more muted and proportional to other matters. The deep sense of safety and contentment only surfaced when Tobirama rested near the false-Madara with his sensing wide open and attuned to its chakra though.

Madara had no idea what to do with this.

Even after over a week to adjust to the idea, Madara stubbornly avoided thinking about Tobirama's thoughts as relevent to him personally as much as he possibly could. Instead, he found himself bothered by something else – this was Tobirama's perfect paradise, or it was supposed to be. If the man wished to be together with Madara, for whatever unbelievable reason he might do that, then why was he not together with the false-Madara? Why did his illusion seem to only tolerate Tobirama, if that, and the albino just accepted that with gratitude if anything? Shit, within the genjustu he had a better relationship with Izuna than Madara, and talk about things he never thought he'd say!

…Was his self esteem really that bad?

Did he hate himself that much that even in a genjustu designed to give him everything he wanted, Tobirama would barely allow himself a scrap more than he had been given in life?

That... wasn't right.

No. No, that wasn't right at all. Madara felt incredibly irritated suddenly, because this wasn't right, this wasn't what he wanted or what he expected, and if he wasn't going to get what he expected then he damn well would make sure he got what he now wanted.

He just had to figure out what that was, first.

It occurred to Madara eventually, after he had finally – with great reluctance – forced himself to actually think about what he'd observed, process it, come to accept it as something happening that he would have to take into consideration – to wonder how long Tobirama had harboured such feelings for him.

Clearly, if he had had such inclinations for very long, they hadn't prevented him from acting against the Uchiha, doing what he surely thought of as his duty but... What if that hadn't come until later? What if a younger Madara had been able to persuade Tobirama to fall for him sooner, what might that have changed? Or if those feelings had been present for much longer, could things have been better if Madara had convinced him to act on those feelings in some way, or if he had initiated something himself?

If they could have brought the Senju to truly support their clan, if they hadn't had enemies on all sides, if they hadn't been so cornered... surely things could have been better?

Normally Madara wouldn't bother to entertain such ridiculous thoughts, the past could not be changed and what-ifs only ever hindered, never helped, but now...Well, now, Madara had very little else to think about.

He also had an unprecedented amount of power at his disposal, as much time as he wished to rifle through various libraries including Uzushio's own sealing scrolls, the ability to study or steal or use the techniques and bloodlines others had that concerned space or time or both...

...and nobody to stop him from doing what he wished with those resources.

Okay.

New plan.

Let's try this again, shall we?

[officialgleamstar]

maybeee V, X, and Z? :]

fandom meme :D

hiiii lex! thank you !!!!

V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

well i answered my dndads one earlier, so thats cheating. lets see, what fandoms am i in LOL (me <- guy who hopped quickly from a years long hyperfix to my current dndads hyperfix so all my other interests are mush in my head).

Dimension 20 - Evan Kelmp/K "Dream" Tanaka <3 I absolutely adooore them and it makes me sad there's not more content for them!!!

All For the Game - Andrew/Neil/Kevin !!! kandreil my guys of all time. literally a life-changing ship for me. i think about them on a weekly basis at minimum

Young Justice - I'll be honest, I did not watch past the second season. BUT for the start of YJ/Batman in general! Nightwing/Kid Flash! I literally have fan art I drew in high school of them on my wall still LOL

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

oh my god UHHHH

NICKY HEMMICK (aftg) HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG. EVER.

Carol Wilson (dndads) <3 no elaboration needed.

Ylfa Snorgelsson (dimension 20) is my daughter and is always correct when she chooses to kill someone

Beverly Toegold V (naddpod)! literally the epitome of this question to me. hes my precious baby, my actual son, he has grown and developed from all of his mistakes and hes turning into such a lovely young man and i am just so proud of him-!

Erlin Kindleaf (naddpod) and while we're talking about beverly! obligatory erlin mention because he lives in my head rent free. boy i love you so much.

Blue (this is how you lose the time war) <333 ive only had blue for like, 50 pages so far but if anything happens to her, i am going to tear the universe apart. i know something is definitely going to happen to her but i need to live in obliviousness for now

grandma highforge (drawtectives) is actually perfect. actually just count 7 through 10 as all three of the drawtectives because they can do no wrong in my eyes

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)

i need you to know that youve sent me the most impossible questions for me specifically to answer. my mind goes blank whenever i get asked any questions like these. this isnt a negative, im having fun and this is exactly what i need rn, but i need you to know LMAO

more of a general fandom thing rather than anything specific, but i reeeally wanna get into fan-binding. i talk about this sometimes, but i actually specialized in bookbinding in school, and it makes me sad that i dont, like, have a reason to do it anymore? so i think getting into fan-binding would be so fun! plus i see some of the books people make and i am just BLOWN AWAY. ive always been very, like, utilitarian i suppose, with my books? my professors always say i make them plain, lol, so i love love love seeing the more inventive covers and bindings that people do!!! i really need to push my craft some more, so i need to like, find fanfiction to print out and bind. i have one in mind already, but its for a fandom i left, so it would probably function more as a gift for a friend than for me ^-^

[morvantmortuary]

I posted 2,470 times in 2022

That's 1,721 more posts than 2021!

223 posts created (9%)

2,247 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@spectrologie

@marypsue

@paranormalyyourz

@spookyloop

@somethingthatsaysbubbles

I tagged 1,655 of my posts in 2022

Only 33% of my posts had no tags

#maxi vibes - 322 posts

#nice people - 210 posts

#rora vibes - 209 posts

#hector vibes - 184 posts

#the morvants and their readers - 122 posts

#morvant mortuary - 118 posts

#and then rarae says - 101 posts

#general morvant vibes tbh - 100 posts

#greymoon vibes - 71 posts

#maxi morvant - 65 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i cannot tell you how bad i want the hearse or the mustang to pull up in my parents’ driveway rn and be like ‘get in we’re bustin’ you out’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

and absolutely no one’s dead (pt. I)

Maxi Morvant x genderqueer/non-binary & plus-sized Reader, 18+ 

Epilogue for the October Arc

summary: after the events of Halloween, you and Maxi get used to a new normal. Hector makes an unsettling discovery and then an interesting one. Rora is plotting something.

warnings: description of a panic attack, mentions of death/funerals, some minor stalking but it’s fine. Things don’t get gory and/or sexy until pt. II.

general: *facedesk* I meant to have this up before Xmas, and now it’s nine days until Valentine’s Day. I think I’m going to just do my best not to tie chapters to holidays anymore, bc we’ve seen how that goes :’D though I’m absolutely still planning some shorter things for V Day don’t get me wrong

so this is maybe... less an epilogue, and more a setting up of Arc II, because more questions developed here than maybe got answered. But I’ve been looking forward to sharing it with y’all for a while, and can’t wait to see what y’all think!

as you can guess, it’s posted in two parts bc it’s Long :’D longer than spellbound (reprise) bc apparently I can’t shut up

okay, enough of me, here we go! thanks for your patience, as always!!

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32 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

#4

For the smut prompts: Maxi with 69 please?

“I’ll take care of you.”

Oh man, Sarah. I had entirely too much fun with this. I had no idea this little phrase would set off my brain this way.

to discover us would be fatal -

(18+, nsf tumblr/ios/apple below. the closest thing to dark!maxi I’ve ever gotten. established daddy kink, breeding kink if you squint. oral (afab receiving), bondage, blindfolding, knife kink, blood kink, fluids eating, remote vibrator, murder. reader definitely gets off while maxi’s torturing the latest offering to the House. dead dove do not eat, I am not even remotely fucking around with this one.)

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38 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#3

So remember when I said I couldn’t draw? I really meant it :’D

If you’re seeing this, it means it just turned midnight my time, and we’re officially in the New Year. Thank you so, so, so much to everyone who’s been kind enough to stick around since I started writing this on a lark. I know this isn’t everybody, but I went through my followers list trying to find first names of the people I see interacting with my posts a lot. Please know I definitely try to make a point to know all of you, even if I’m not super chatty most of the time, and I have probably likely mentioned you to my mom at least once lmao.

I was just telling my friends that I write with that I really didn’t expect this to get as far as it did — when I introduced Maxi on the noctes blog, I thought he might be a weird little OC who popped up every now and again for my own amusement more than anything else. But you guys were so kind and supportive from the jump, I’ve not only finished an entire arc I didn’t know I was going to write in the first place, I’m planning on editing it and revising it to be an actual manuscript that I try to query while I work on Hector’s arc here :’D I don’t totally know how that’s going to go yet, and I’ll be sure to keep you guys posted, but I know I absolutely wouldn’t be here without all of y’all. 🖤

It’s been a real honor and a pleasure getting to know all of you this year, and I appreciate every single bit of feedback and enthusiasm you’ve all been kind enough to share with me. For real. I know how hard that is to come by, especially for fic that’s entirely comprised of OCs, so please don’t think I take any of it for granted whatsoever. We may be a fairly small blog, but this is still one of the largest projects I’ve tackled on a whim, and I’m excited to see where else it will go, so long as there’s someone still willing to come with. 🖤

I owe you guys the world, and while I don’t want to jinx anything, I hope all of us get the lucky break we need this year. I know I really did with all of you. 😘

Sending huge hugs and well-wishes all around, and I look forward to sharing this year with all of you, no matter what it brings. ✨

Cheers from me and the Morvants dead and living, we love each and all of y’all. 🥂♥️

39 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

#2

Maxi my love & 29 and/or 47 🥺🥺🥺🥺

“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”/“Are you holding back? Don’t.”

nonny, I am. so, so incredibly sorry it took this long. I’m sure you’ve entirely forgotten you sent this in by now, and for that, I totally understand. :’D but you will see, hopefully, why it took me a while to finish. I think this thing was 15k when I finally cut it off, and I was deeply tempted to go on.

so! when I say these two lines got in my head, I mean I took them and I ran a whole usian football field with them. I hope y’all like it, bc I certainly enjoyed myself writing it. I meant to have it up for Pride month, but alas, the best laid plans ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ here’s hoping you’ll find it just as queer now.

let me dirty up your mind (18+, mdni) --

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43 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Morvant Mortuary, Vol. I: Final Them. (The October Arc)

Maxi Morvant (male slasher/necromancer OC) x genderqueer/non-binary & plus-sized Reader, 18+ (minors dni.)

Does it look like I’m afraid of you?

chapters:

tear you apart 

hunt you down (eat you alive)

a notification on Maxi’s phone at 3 am (Enter Hector)

jane doe (Enter Rora)

spellbound

lovesong (pt. I) 

lovesong (pt. II) 

bad moon rising (Enter Pierre, Enter Vincent)

bury us alive

you play the game, you’ll never win

and the dead start to dance in their masquerade (pt. I)

and the dead start to dance in their masquerade (pt. II) (Enter the Grey Man.)

spellbound (reprise) pt. I

spellbound (reprise) pt. II

and absolutely no one’s dead (pt. I)

and absolutely no one’s dead (pt. II)

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49 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Awww, this was fun! Thanks everyone who’s been part of our year, and @illegalcerebral for being kind enough to tag us!! 🥰

no-pressure tags: @bigtiddythanos @rosemaremembrance @maximoffwxnda @somethingthatsaysbubbles @lorna-d-m @scuttle-buttle @pondering-and-wondering (and your Clair blog!) @jmathesonandsiblings (and your personal!) @imalsonotsure @norabrice1701 @eldritchcircus @raven-blood-13 @snaxk and anyone else who wants to!! 🖤

[izzy-b-hands]

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately? 🏆 What's your most popular fic? ✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it.

Music: Sometimes? More often than not I'll have something on, it just depends what I'm writing and why I'm writing as to what it is. I have certain playlists for when I need background noise/no vocals, some that are essentially fic soundtracks, and others that are for certain characters.

Lately I've been trying to force any of the au-gust prompts into being written, and it's led me back to a combination of David Bowie (shocking to no one, long time followers are staring unimpressed going 'yes, yes, the move back to Bowie as fic soundtrack, we've done this before' lmao), Avatar, and Uncle Acid & the Deadbeats. Brief track recs that I've had on repeat lately for each:

Bowie-Son's of the Silent Age (any version, but the 2017 remaster is v good), Cactus, Bring Me the Disco King, Hallo Spaceboy, The Hearts Filthy Lesson, 5:15 The Angels Have Gone, and the one that keeps making me feel homesick (even tho the idea of having to go back to ND for any reason rn makes me physically sick, which is confusing af lol) Everyone Says 'Hi'.

Avatar-Out of Our Minds, Let Us Die, Do You Feel In Control?, The Dirt I'm Buried In, Raven Wine, When the Snow Lies Red, and Black Waters.

Uncle Acid & the Deadbeats-this one is album specific, so you're looking at their latest live release 'Slaughter on First Avenue' and tracks: Waiting for Blood, Shockwave City, 13 Candles, Pusher Man, Ritual Knife, I'll Cut You Down, and No Return.

Most Popular Fic: I had to look this one up fkasdjlfjasfd. I don't know for sure which is most popular of the ones on Tumblr, since some of those fics haven't been ported over to my ao3 yet and my varying writing tags have been lost to time (I'll have been on here for 12 years as of this year lol)

Anyway per ao3 going by highest hits on my Stats page, it's one of my Hobbit fics which I am. Hesitantly linking (it's just v cheesy and cutesy fdsklafjsal) bc fuck it, y'all know my ao3 and could go read everything I wrote from that fandom anyway: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1076085

Compliment: fjdslkafjas YOU! But okay, I'll try. I think, when I am at my best, my writing elicits the feelings I want it to. And I know, that doesn't sound like a compliment at first, but it's taken years of practice to get this far, so if it's doing that even part of the time...that's pretty good. It could certainly be worse, and I'll always be happy to be better than worse.

[glowingbadger]

Okay I need to write this because the idea has not left my brain since we chatted about it. At some point, I'll get to a full Arranged Marriage fic with Seteth (the concept for that is here), but for now, I loved this idea one of y'all brought to me and wanted to do a separate, shorter drabble with it. But really all you need to know going in is: Rhea decides it'd be cool to have more Nabateans around, is predictably willing to do shady shit to make that happen.

And uhh... let's consider this one of the kink prompt drabbles. Yeah.

Even though this ended up more character and plot heavy than I anticipated lmao

CW: sex pollen/aphrodisiac trope and the usual dub-con baggage that comes with it (but don't worry, Seteth is a good boy)

Seteth (FE3H) x AFAB Reader - Aphrodisiac

NSFW 18+ V

You know well what is expected of you this evening. The Goddess smiles upon your efforts, Y/N. Go with her grace and her blessings.

You force yourself to exhale slowly, crumpling the note in your hand as you examine the objects on your bed. One, a vial of some unknown substance. The other, a folded up garment of some kind. Yes, you do know what's expected of you- aside from which, isn't this what you'd wanted for so long anyway? For now, you put out of mind the looming thought that failure would not be tolerated, and raise the small glass vial to your lips.

~~~

Seteth kicks off his boots at the door to his private quarters, then unclasps the cloak from the back of his robes and drapes it over the desk chair. He rubs wearily at the back of his neck, gradually working out the worst of the knots and aches of another day spent hunched over his office desk. It had been a day like many others before- slow and plodding, but productive, with everything sorted and well in its place by the time Flayn had finally persuaded him away from his work for dinner. Seteth relaxes the ever-present tension in his shoulders and smiles to himself, reflecting on the one distraction he'd allowed in his day. He'd met you for tea over lunch. A small, simple thing, perhaps. He had no doubt you'd hardly thought of your time together since. But it had bolstered him in a way he found hard to express, lingering pleasantly in his thoughts as he went about his usual mundane tasks.

Just as he feels his chest warm at the memory, a knock at his door startles him.

"Seteth?"

It's you- he starts toward the door, then pauses. He frowns. You'd sounded off somehow, almost breathless. Brow furrowed with concern, he rushes to the door and opens it to you. At the sight of you, he utters your name with audible surprise; you seem a bit unsteady, your face flushed to a dark pink, and the only clothing you wear is a tunic wrapped hastily around your body, which flutters dangerously high around your thighs. And your eyes- there's something bizarre and heavy in your glassy eyes, something that sends a shiver along his spine.

Thinking of your modesty, he quickly pulls you into his room and shuts the door behind you.

"Y/N, are- are you well?" he gently holds onto your shoulders, "Do you, er- require something of me?"

"Yes, I do," you say softly, your voice low and husky. Your hands press to his abdomen and run up the firm contours of his muscled chest, and Seteth's body tenses at the far-too intimate contact. On instinct, he seizes both of your hands in his.

"Please- just- tell me what you need, I-I will help in any way I can."

You remove your hands from his grasp and reach to undo the fastening of your tunic. Seteth watches like a man hypnotized as you discard the garment on his bedroom floor and step towards him.

Goddess above.

Silken fabric pulls just a little too tight around your chest, cupping your breasts with thin material that does nothing to hide your nipples pressing against it. The shining silk gathers beneath them, then flutters down sensuously about your curves, framing where equally flimsy panties hug the tempting space between your thighs. Seteth's mouth feels dry, his body burns hot. The sudden onslaught of shock and arousal is so consuming that, when you approach to nudge him back towards his bed, he doesn't even think to resist.

With his back propped against the pillows and headboard, you straddle his hips, then take both of his hands in yours. You place them on your body, slowly guiding them up your hips and to your breasts, directing his touch as you say in a lustful groan,

"I need you, Seteth. Please..."

Your words finally shake him from his shock-induced complacency. He rips his hands from you, clutching the bed sheets beneath him if nothing else to keep himself from reaching back to you. Still, for all his restraint, he feels his manhood twitch and swell, rapidly rising at your provocation as you stir the needs and urges he'd tried to bury long ago. Now, as he feels your hips grinding your warmth against him, your plush lower lips rubbing along the hardening shaft of his cock, he struggles to align his thoughts.

"I... I have lost my senses entirely," he whispers breathlessly as your touch runs down his torso once more, your lips so agonizingly close to his, "Or- this is... some sort of maddening dream."

As though in direct defiance of his words, you've begun to undo the buttons down the front of his clothes, and the electricity of your fingertips brushing his bare skin is all-too real. His chest rises and falls with his panting breath and you reveal him to you inch by inch, and his craven body readily betrays him.

Isn't this exactly what he's longed for in that forbidden corner of his mind for so long? You're eager for him, desperate- the hunger in your eyes makes him feel weak, and yet, so very powerful. Like he could conquer you. Claim you. Pin you to his bed and make you his own- and you would gladly whimper and sigh and plead for him all the while.

His hands slowly run up your thighs, emerald eyes half-lidded as you tug his clothes out of your way. All the while your own hands continue to adore him, your touch hot along his skin as you admire his tightly muscled torso. Without a thought, he holds firm at your hips and pulls you to him.

"Ohhh... Seteth..!" you moan his name in a way that not even his most lurid fantasies could have conjured, and he feels his cock throb against you, knowing you must be able to feel his desire. Then, your lips are at his throat, and Seteth tilts his head back with a gravelled moan. You caress up the opposite side of his neck and tangle your fingers into his hair. He feels your nails along his skin, your breath at the corner of his jaw, the sting of your teeth. He wonders, with a thrill of arousal through his core, whether you aim to mark him.

Seteth embraces you, holding your body against him as his fingers dig along your back and his member ruts between your thighs, the subtle rhythm of his hips matching yours. Then, a sudden and new sensation; you bite at the shell of his ear, not terribly hard- but the feeling sends pleasure through his long-neglected nerves like a catching fire. At last, his restraint utterly shatters.

Without warning, he turns you onto your back on the bed, holding you to him with an arm around your waist, and kisses you fiercely, hungrily. You arch against him with an eager moan while his tongue thrusts past your lips. Your heel nudges him closer from behind, and Seteth allows his body to move on instinct. His hips roll against you, pressing his aching cock to your heat, resentful of the barrier of clothing between you. At last- at long, long last you will be his, and he can finally exorcise the longings he's fought so desperately to suppress. The softness of your lips, the way you gasp and sigh with pleasure beneath him, every curve and contour of your body in his hands- it's everything his guilt-ridden imagination had promised him and more, and he's blissfully drowning in it all.

Yet something else has woken in his memory- something that's prodding at the back of his whirling thoughts, even now. Something familiar, and yet, which has no place in this day and age.

That taste.

Seteth pulls away from your kiss and grabs onto each of your hands, pinning them beside you. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, though the sight of you squirming anxiously beneath him with that lustful look in your eyes isn't helping to steady him. He manages your name, though his voice cracks awkwardly when he speaks.

"Did you... drink anything strange tonight?"

You hardly seem to register his words. Instead, you bite your lip as you look up at him with those large, expectant eyes.

"Seteth... more- please..! I can't take it!" you whimper softly, rubbing your thighs together. His head hangs for a moment, and he groans.

"Merciful Goddess, why have you seen fit to test me in this way," he mutters under his breath as he fights against his very instincts to pause and sort this new information. Only one foreboding conclusion hovers in his scattered thoughts: Rhea.

Your prior response had made it clear that lust has overridden your better reasoning. He needs to find a way to either cure you of your ailment, or get you through it without unduly tormenting you- and it would be best if he could find a way to earn your compliance. Seteth breathes deeply in, then out. When he meets your eyes once more, his gaze is direct and commanding.

"Y/N, I am going to bind your wrists."

You hum playfully and brush your nose against his,

"Mmm, but then I can't touch you, Seteth,"

That's exactly the point.

He scowls for a moment, but keeps his focus. Moving your wrists above your head, he speaks in a low and soothing tenor,

"Please, Y/N. It would... give me immense pleasure," he emphasizes these last words, and he can see the way they make you shiver, "To... see you tied up, that is," he adds stiffly.

Lips parted and eyes hazy, you give a meek, "uh-huh," as he sets to work. He reaches beside him on the bed for the belt you'd removed from his robes, then winds it around your wrists and buckles it in place, tight enough to hold secure but not enough to hurt you. You shift with excitement at this new development, briefly tugging at your bindings.

"I always knew you'd be into things like this..." you say with a devious grin, and Seteth's face burns bright red.

Always knew he'd-??

He stifles his incredulous response, instead tightening his jaw and running a hand along your cheek.

"Behave," he says firmly, noting the way you bite your lip at his forceful tone, "There is... something else I want you to do for me. Wait patiently a moment."

Seteth extricates himself from the bed with no small amount of willpower, leaving you helplessly tied and needy for him as he moves to his desk. His member still strains hard against his breeches, the pressure providing an irritating distraction from his task. With another deep breath and a moment to center his thoughts, he begins to search through the various drawers of his desk. He keeps a certain tea here- one said to have detoxifying effects, in addition to acting as a sleep aid of sorts. If it is potent enough to affect his unusual constitution, it should allow you to come down from your current intoxicated state, and perhaps to sleep off any lingering effects.

"There we are," he says, the herbal blend finally in hand. He sighs and mutters, "If you recall any of this in the morning, I can only beg your forgiveness."

Seteth returns to you for a moment, pausing to test that the belt binding your hands above you still holds firm.

"I want you to stay here and wait for me, do you understand? If you can do that for me, I will," his eyes scan your scantily clad figure on his bed, "...help to alleviate your needs."

"Yes, sir," you say with a moan and a playful smile. Seteth's brow creases, his face hot. He hadn't been prepared for what that reply would do to him, and it's all he can do to turn himself from you, hastily button up the front of his clothes, and leave to ready your tea.

By the time he returns with the drink in hand, you're in a state of utter desperation. Turned on your side with your wrists still tied, but your hands between your thighs, you look up at Seteth with pleading eyes as he approaches. Your arms squeeze in around your chest, emphasizing its curves, and it's only this distraction that keeps him from realizing at first that your fingers are stroking your wet folds from atop those silken panties. He very nearly lets a low groan escape him, but he chokes it back and kneels beside you on the bed.

"Seteth- please, I... I need..."

"Shh, just a little longer, Y/N," he gently urges your hands from your body and guides you upright, an arm held protectively around your waist, "You wish to please me, correct?"

"Yes- anything..." you moan, leaning close to nuzzle into his neck, desperate to touch or kiss some part of him. His body tenses, burning urgently, but he merely presents the tea to you in his free hand.

"Take this for me. All of it. I... want to watch you swallow it," he nearly winces at the words, but knows this is the only way to reach you in your current state. If the worst that comes of tonight is that you retain some strange impressions of his sexual appetites, then he should be grateful.

Carefully, he tilts the cup and allows you to drink from it, and thank the Goddess, you obey. He watches you intently, still cradling you to him as you gulp down the tea, occasionally glancing towards him for approval.

"Just like that, you're doing well," he says softly.

"Am I... pleasing you?" your voice is softer now, and the focused and hungry flame in your eyes has dulled.

"More," he says, pressing the cup to your lips, "I need to see you take every last drop."

"Yessir," you slur out, and open your lips for him to feed you the rest of the drink. At last, you've finished it, and Seteth puts aside the cup, but continues to hold you upright while he cautiously observes you. Already, he can see your lustful gaze soften, and he breathes out a small sigh of relief. You'll likely fall asleep before too long; such a powerful aphrodisiac would be quite a lot for your human body to process, and coming down from the effects may feel akin to a hangover.

Your head slumps onto his shoulder, and at first he worries that you've suddenly lost consciousness. Then, you moan his name, nuzzling into the front of his robes.

"Do... do you not want me, Seteth?" you mumble into the fabric. He lets out a short scoff, the sound wry and weary. Then, he pauses, and gently kisses your hair.

"I desire you so ardently that I fear it has shaken me to my very core. But... I will not have you like this," he speaks softly, praying that you will not remember this when you wake. You give no reply- in fact, it seems likely you dozed off to the sound of his voice. Moving you slowly and carefully, Seteth lays you in his bed, and unfastens the belt around your wrists. He retrieves the tunic you'd left on the floor near the bedroom door, and drapes it over you. While he cannot risk jostling you awake by moving you beneath the sheets, he does want to offer you every amount of comfort he can.

He busies himself with doting on you for a time, checking that your breathing and temperature are steady, that your head is resting comfortably on his pillow, that you're as appropriately covered as he can manage. It's only when he's run out of tasks and things to double-check that his thoughts circle back to that singular taste- the taste of the aphrodisiac that could have only come from one source.

Long ago, centuries ago, Seteth had known that taste. Among his kind, it had been no more than a recreational intoxicant, similar to how humans consume alcohol. But to a human constitution, its affects were far too potent. Dangerous, even. They had never kept written records of the concoction's recipe, and had no reason to share it besides.

His head spins with the implications of such a maneuver- that Rhea would go so far as to drug you, and for what purpose? For curiosity? For some misguided encouragement? No, there could be no purpose, none worth considering for even a moment. Nothing could justify this manipulation- this violation. Seteth's heart aches, his chest tight and his brow deeply creased as he watches you sleeping peacefully on his bed. He couldn't possibly leave you here to seek the answers he needs. Confronting Rhea will have to wait until he's certain you are well.

He pushes this matter aside for the time being. Unfortunately, this provides room for a new host of images and sensations to crowd his thoughts. The memory of your lips on his, of your touch across his skin, your body so eager and so willing for him. At the mere moment of recollection, his cock stubbornly twitches to attention, half-hard in an instant. Seteth sighs irritably and runs a hand over his face. Then, his movements stiff but resolute, he seats himself at his desk and searches the piles of paperwork and books for something- anything- to keep his chaotic thoughts in line for one very long night.

[tojisun]

submission from @greek4wood

I think I ran out of tears while reading How We Break. Can I just say you did a great job making Toji more human with it and not just an ATM of sperm.

Following the former request what if MC is pregnant and didn’t tell Toji. Can I ask if you could do a vice versa of it. Like Toji knew MC was pregnant but still chose mamaguro. What would their child’s reaction to them meeting?

You don’t have to do this. I just kept on thinking about it lmao

hi omg!!! i really like this prompt thank you so much!!! and it turned out to be another long fic shajjs this is quite different from both parts of hwb so it took me too long to complete and it ended up having more words again ;v;

IT TURNED OUT TO BE DIFFERENT BUT I HOPE YOU’LL LIKE THIS <33

cw: pregnancy, ocs / word count: 2.6k

[how we break]; [hwb au pregnant reader]

you are just entering your seventh months when toji leaves you.

it was laughable, really, how it happened. just last night, toji was kissing at your belly, smiling from your lap as he rumbled in happiness. you were playing with his hair, giggling in delight at the ticklish feeling of his light kisses, and full on laughing when he began talking to your belly.

“toji!” you said, laughing, “stop it, c’mon!”

“can’t. i’m just so happy,” he replied as he continued cooing at your stomach.

a wobbly smile made it on your lips. “me too, love, me too.”

he looks at you, scarred lips pulled in a wide smile that is so, so beautiful on him. “we did this.”

he said it with so much wonder and joy, eyes alight with life and you felt your heart swell with love. when you knew you were carrying, you were so afraid that toji would leave; that as much as he said he loved you, he didn’t want another one.

then you sat him down and showed him your pregnancy test and cried, body shaking, when he cheered in joy. little megumi was happy too, both dad and son instantly turning to your flat belly as though the baby would just magically grow there and then.

megumi was disappointed that he’d have to wait a long time for a sibling, but toji? gods, it was like toji changed overnight. all of a sudden, he’s a man brimming with love and you are just so incredibly happy.

but good things need to end, don’t they?

silly that you still didn’t learn. did you really think all good things would last? that at the face of choosing between you and the woman who had saved toji from his haunting past, toji would choose you?

of course he wouldn’t.

of course.

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“i’m sorry,” he says, hands clutching onto yours. “i’m so, so sorry.”

you do not answer despite the pain clawing at your chest and the tears running down your cheeks. you can hear your heart beating loudly from within your chest, nausea bubbling up from the pit of your stomach. you want to wrench your hands from his if only to cradle at your belly—a reminder that toji is not taking everything with him. but your body is listless as though your strength has been sucked out of you until you are left as a husk.

megumi has long left with his mother. ever since she came back, he never left her side, favouring to stick with her as though she would fizzle from existence if he strayed far for a long time. 

you just wished that he said goodbye, at least.

you look back at toji, your eyes meeting his, reminiscent of the nights you two spent looking at each other, sharing whispers and quiet laughter as the excitement about your baby fills you two.

“i wish they’d have your eyes,” you told him, your thumb rubbing at his cheeks and onto the lines under his eyes.

“i love yours better,” he uttered, “i rather they have yours.”

he studies you for a moment and you do not know what he sees in yours that had toji kissing at your knuckles, so gentle that you know it is another silent apology. you wish that he’d say more—an explanation, a reason, anything that is not just another “i’m sorry.”

what good is his apology when he is still leaving?

“leave,” you finally say, pulling your hands from his to fold over your belly. you look away when you notice his eyes following your movements, his hand frozen in front of him. you flinch when he tries coming close, body tensing in fear.

you hear him snivel but you still do not look. not when he whispers yet another apology, and not when he steps out of your room and out of your apartment.

when the door clicks shut, you break. you weep, crumpling in grief. your breaths run ragged as your heart constricts and your lungs feel like giving out. 

you know toji loves her. you know she is important in his life, but why? why did he leave you? why did he choose her? why were you and your baby not enough? why did she come back and take him from you?

you do not understand. questions and memories are mixing together, further tearing you apart.

you remember his kindness and his love and his promises of “i love you.” you remember standing in front of the mirror, studying the bump of your belly that has began to show. you remember toji entering the room, seeing you with your shirt pushed up and your belly out, his face breaking out in a smile as he crosses the distance between you two to place a trembling hand on top of yours. you remember toji nosing at your hair, his other hand clutched at your waist as you both began dancing slightly in joy.

you remember him saying, “our baby,” in a voice so heavy with love and awe.

and now he’s left you and your child.

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you needed to move on from toji quickly; if not for you, then for your child.

you had to let go of the pain, refusing to let toji’s absence tarnish your child’s arrival any more. you want to be happy and so you moved on.

you left tokyo altogether, moving back into your friend’s apartment in nagoya. the move was strenuous, your friends only allowing you to carry your purse as they help you throughout the travel. they coo whenever you waddle and their presence fills you up with so much joy. it is like being young again, living a life without toji. it is quite jarring but you settle easily.

you laugh when chiyo tells you how much she’s missed you, cursing at toji for pulling you from nagoya. you tell her that you moved for work but she is bent on blaming toji overall. you laugh at her protectiveness. she doesn’t ask what happened and you do not tell her. not yet, anyways. instead, she helps you forget about toji either it is through shopping for baby clothes or through thinking of possible names for your baby.

tuesday morning, she drives you to your ultrasound.

“what is it?” she asks, standing up from the waiting room passing you a bottle of water. 

“it’s a girl!” you say excitedly, laughing when she cheers loudly.

she helps you back into her car, discussing about possible names and other essentials for your daughter. and it is in the comfort of her old car, as you hold onto the ultrasound pictures, that you finally tell her what happened.

“it still hurts, chiyo,” you whimper out, breaths coming out short and choked up. “sometimes i think it’s impossible for me to raise my daughter on my own and–”

“you’re not alone,” she tells you, coming to hold onto your hand. you turn to her, surprised when you see her crying. “we’re here for you. and even then, you’re an amazing person and we know that you will be an amazing mother. so don’t doubt yourself, okay?”

you sniffle. “okay.”

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thirteen hours of labour and she is finally born—your little ball of light and love, himari.

she is so tiny and small, skin still tinged pink, and yet she is so perfect. she wails in distress, cries loud and strong, and you hold your hand out to embrace her. the nurse places her on your chest, and you cradle her, humming in comfort.

“my baby,” you tell her, ghosting a finger on her back, “my beloved. mama’s here for you.”

and maybe it is the fortitude in your voice or the warmth of your skin, but himari stops crying and finally settles to sleep.

you graze a kiss at her head, still afraid of hurting her, before succumbing to exhaustion too.

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himari has toji’s eyes just like you wished.

green and flakes of gold stare back at you as you bounce her in your arms. she is supposed to be asleep an hour ago, but she threw a fit and had only recently stopped.

she squirms in your arms, whining, before settling once again. she still stares at you, almost unblinking. she is sucking on her pacifier, a green one with cartoon frogs for design, her tiny hands curled in fists.

“i love you himari,” you whisper, placing a kiss on her chubby cheeks, smiling when your daughter nuzzles at your face. oh how precious she is.

you sing another song, voice washing over himari until her long lashes flutter quickly as though fighting slumber. you want to giggle at how adorable she is, but she begins to ease to sleep and you hold in the burst of happiness as you finish the song.

(megumi loves that song. you don’t know where he’s heard it, but sometimes when you tuck him in his bed, he asks you to sing it for him.

it took a long night with megumi suffering from nightmares, for you learn that it was a song from his early childhood. a song she sang for him. one that you sing for your own daughter now.)

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you raise himari with all the love that you can pour. chiyo is there along the way, ensuring that you do not feel the choking loneliness of being a single parent. your friends have all learned to spoil himari, especially when she turns her puppy eyes on them. 

often, you are still scared that himari feels the absence of toji. surely, she knows something is missing in their family. but your daughter never asks; she never looks for toji as though content with just you. and she is.

himari is four when you meet gojo satoru.

satoru is beautiful. he is made of alabaster skin, rivalled only by his snow-white of a hair, with the prettiest sets of larimar for eyes. when he spoke to you, his voice carried a certain power that drew you to him.

you are parts afraid and parts enthralled to satoru who is like a siren.

and as though meeting this person is not an anomaly enough, you learn that he is attracted to you.

“i have a daughter,” you tell him, face blank and heart barricaded. you refuse to be hurt again, especially not when you have a four year old daughter waiting for you at home.

he blinks, astonished, then, “i don’t mind at all.” he says this with such a gentle smile–

but toji’s was as warm, was as gentle. he promised he’d love you and your daughter too, but where is he now? certainly not with you and himari.

perhaps satoru saw something in your eyes because he dropped the conversation and let you change the topic.

you wish you can trust him, but you are still afraid. still wounded. abandonment does not heal that fast.

but you did not expect him to prove his love to you.

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himari loves satoru.

when satoru comes to visit, himari’s always attached to him, little fingers clasped at satoru’s large ones. they always walk hand-in-hand, eating beside each other with himari demanding to be fed. satoru’s just as clingy.

“who’s our little shining light?” satoru would always ask.

“i am!” himari’s answer would always follow.

chiyo eyes you from the kitchen, discarding the peeler as she finally turns to you. you pretend that you do not feel her piercing gaze so chiyo pokes at you instead.

“are you sure you two are not dating?”

you groan. “i am!”

she squints her eyes at you before turning to look at satoru and himari again. satoru’s helping himari with some origami now, his tongue poked out of his shining lips and himari mimics him, her lips glistening with too much spit.

you smile at them, shaking your head lightly before turning back to chiyo who’s smirking at you.

“what?”

“nothing,” she says, stifling a giggle, “just that i think hima-chan would be mad if gojo doesn’t become her daddy.”

you chuck a mushroom at her, aware of the flush crawling from your cheeks to your shoulders.

“just saying!”

“shut up!”

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himari is five and you finally admit that you’re in love with gojo satoru.

satoru cries when you tell him this, gathering you in his long arms. you feel shy as you are older than him, but he chases those insecurities away.

“you are perfect,” he whispers, lips ghosting above yours. your lips tingle at the feeling of his, heart thundering so loudly in your chest that you are sure satoru can hear it. “you are so, so perfect and i am so in love with you.”

you feel like sobbing. like screaming at the fullness in your heart, overwhelming you so.

“me too, toru,” you whimper out, “i’m so in love with you.”

when he kisses you, it feels like you are being devoured by the stars.

his lips leave searing trails and you hum at the face of the heat.

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himari is seven when she asks about toji.

you and himari have moved out of nagoya and back into tokyo where satoru lives. chiyo follows you three, saying that she’s too attached to himari now to even think about living alone again. satoru welcomes her in your new home but she refuses and finds a place two bus stops away.

“i know papa’s not my real papa, so,” himari begins, trailing off when you and satoru turn to her. she plays with the ends of her shirt, avoiding eye contact. you pry her fingers away and smile when she looks up, nodding at her and urging her to continue. “where is my real papa?”

satoru goes to stand up, about to give you and himari your privacy when you shake your head.

i need you here, you think.

and like always, satoru understands. he moves to sit beside you, hand resting on your thigh as a silent comfort.

“your papa’s real name is toji,” you tell her, swallowing the lump in your throat as you suppress the memories. “and he left because he has a different family.”

“does he not love me?”

you tense, breath hitching a bit. satoru’s hand begins massaging at your thigh in comfort and slowly, your body eases back.

you think of toji kissing at your belly, scarred lips always upturned into the brightest smile. you think of toji talking to your belly, promising a lifetime supply of love and protection. you think of toji crying, begging for your forgiveness.

and you say, “he does, my starfire.”

himari is silent for a minute before, “am i a meanie for loving papa more than him?”

you hear satoru’s stuttered breaths from beside you and you feel a rush of happiness.

you were prepared for this to be a sad memory for himari, and yet your daughter always manages to brighten everything for everyone.

“of course not, darling,” you reply, nudging at satoru.

satoru sobs before surging forward to pick himari up and embracing her tightly.

“i love you so much, our ball of light,” satoru tells her and kisses her cheeks, two for each side.

himari squeals in delight.

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himari would look for toji when she turns twenty.

standing in front of the old fushiguro household, the only person she would meet is fushiguro megumi, her half brother.

megumi knows of her; how can he not when he began looking for her when he turned fifteen?

himari would ask about her father, the man who she only knows from your stories. and when megumi tells her that fushiguro toji died in a mission, himari would feel nothing.