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nanamisonholiday · 5 months

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I’m going to need more of dads bff nanami 😮‍💨 But this time he can’t resist himself 👀

You ask you recieve. dbf!Nanami is a dreamboat

here's a link to a previous dbf!Nanami fic

SHMUT

Lewd noises fill the bedroom as skin on skin slaps together, wetness pooling between them at every thrust of his hips. He swears he’s in heaven. All the waiting- it was worth it, all the lingering touches and glances, it was worth it. His hand covers your throat gently- his grip filled with love and care as his cock bullies its way into your heat. His plush lips kissing your temple as if your warm velvety insides weren’t gripping him with your weak mustered up strength. A lazy smile graces your pretty face making him lean closer to you like a moth to the flame. Truth spilling out of him with each thrust

“Y’look so fuck-ing beautiful baby”

Your scrunched up face in pleasure cries from his nonstop assault on your sensitve pussy- hand splayed on his stomach as a way to get him to slow down, even though deep- deep down you don’t want him too, not at all.

“S’big Kenny, so bigg- fuck”

Both eyes widen at the knock on the door- hearing your father call out

“Nanami have you seen my little girl around? It’s her turn to cut the cake this year”

Shit

Nanami doesn’t stop, he hasn't got the willpower to behave- not when he’s buried balls deep with your cum coating his balls. Instead he covers your mouth harshly only to pound slowly and deeply- a way to lower the noise to keep your father at bay

“No can’t say I have Geto- I’ll come help look in a minute”

There’s silence as if your father is contemplating his next move- Nanamis at a point of no return if your father decides to walk in to see his best friend doing the unthinkable to his sweet sweet daughter- folded like a pretzel getting fucked by none other than gentleman respectable Nanami. You whine at the added pressure in your tummy- tears in your eyes as Nanami glares at you, clamping his fingers harder into your cheeks- fuck you hope he leaves a mark. Toes helplessly curling as the coil snaps. You're surprised your father hasn’t stepped in out of curiosity of the odd behaviour of his friend or the strange noise coming from the room, but you suppose he’s more worried about your whereabouts.

“Alright, let me know if you see her”

You suck in a breathe as Nanami leans back, kissing your aching legs relentlessly fucking into you- an uncharacteristic smirk on his lips has your tummy summersaulting with butterflies. You desperately want to kiss that shit eating grin off.

“Will do”

And with that your fathers footsteps are long forgotten as Nanami ups the pace to ruin you completely

“Y’mine baby, all mine yeah?”

“Yes daddy”

Daddy

Nanami should feel some shame, a tiny bit of embarrassment at how hard it is for him to hold back a low groan when he hears you squeal out that god forbidden name, Espeically since he's no longer buried deep within in your warm wet cunt, but instead he's sat calmly in your garden amongst friends. amogst your family.

“Daddy put me down!”

Nanami keep his eyes trained on your revealed rump and that bewitching wet patch glaring at him within your panties. He knows they're cumstained and ruined, yet he swells with dirty pride knowing you eagerly put them back on to join your friends and family back downstairs. He's not the only once who's noticed, but so are the group of men he is sat with. Gojo smirks at the sight all while he has to adjust himself- whilst Toji low whistles. Not enough for Geto to hear, but enough for the group of men to know what their focus is on.

A deep voice interjecting their perverse thoughts- but really he's only voicing what they're thinking

“Whoever the lucky fucker is- must say, y’got some balls to do that with him around”

Gojo snickers at the implication, nothing does make him happier than seeing a dear friend like Kento Nanami shift in discomfort. Side eyeing said mans stiff shoulders at Sukunas words makes him grin from ear to ear- deciding it’s best to move on from the conversation as Geto approaches them. He may enjoy teasing Nanami, but now would not be the time to reveal secrets. Instead he opts for a small quip as he rises from his chair

“Lucky fucker indeed”

Geto smiles and waves as he walks towards them, breathless from playing around with his little family. His sweet little girl- if only he knew what all his friends were really talking about, what sloppily laid in your cotton underwear-it would wipe that smile off his face.

“What’d I miss?”

Nanami speaks before anyone has the right idea to snicker innuendos or inapropriate comments; as if he hadn't just fucked you ten minutes prior

“Oh nothing”

yoink- enjoy you thristy fucker

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daenysx · 4 days

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using the safeword with aemond targaryen pls !!!!! 🤍

going back to my aemond era because apparently ewan mitchell will not stop bewitching the fandom! if you have any requests for aemond you can send them my way!! ♡

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, nsfw

aemond presses his hips against yours for countless times. he stays behind you with your knees on bed and one of his hands on your lower back as the other one holds your wrists. he moves again, hits a deeply sweet spot and you make a crying sound.

your face is buried to the pillow with tear stains on your cheeks because everything feels too good. aemond keeps moving, you feel on edge every second like your body is on fire. you are desperate when you push yourself back to him, your legs are close to give up.

"please." you say against the pillow. "aemond, please."

his body is covered with a delicious layer of sweat, his naked torso on display. you can see him if you turn your head enough. he presses on your back as he moves his cock against you, wet noises fill the air. aemond groans, tilts his head back to reveal his pretty neck. if only you could give him a kiss right now. you moan his name again but he doesn't hear.

"so good." he says. "so good, do you hear that?"

the praise sends a warmth to your stomach, your legs are shaking but he keeps you still. you can feel a teardrop falling on the fabric of the pillow. your brain goes numb, there's only him and his sounds, his scent and his praises. "yes- yes, such a good girl. push yourself against me one more time."

you try to do as he says, it doesn't feel like you succeed though. "aemond-"

"one more- give me one more."

"yes, you can." he says, breathless. "my good girl never disappoints me, does she? of course you can."

"i can't." you whine, a sound mixed with moaning.

you feel your breath getting stuck in your throat and suddenly your legs give up. you can sense a liquid dripping down your thighs but it doesn't feel like a relief. the words get caught on your mouth, you panic as you try to hold aemond's hand. "red- red."

everything stops. you don't even realize it's because of the word you say. you can't even look at aemond, a spark of embarrassment flashes on your cheeks, your heartbeat goes insane. he leans in slowly, still deep inside you. he's careful as he fixes your hair on one side to see your face.

"it's okay." he says, gently. "i'm gonna pull out now, okay?"

you manage to give him a nod and a whimper when he pulls himself back. it's the feeling of emptiness you hate the most, he's still hard and he carefully leaves the bed to wear his boxers.

you tear up again, can't help yourself. it's a rush of emotions, you don't know how to deal with them all. you feel desperate, just laying on bed naked and speechless.

aemond comes to your side, sitting on bed. he puts a slow hand on your cheek to dry your tears. he has an understanding look on his face, his hair messed up and skin sweaty from sex. you can see the outline of his cock from the thin fabric, he doesn't wear anything else.

"i'm-" you start, your voice sounds scratchy. "i'm sorry, i just-"

"don't finish that sentence." he says, his thumb rubbing your cheek. "you did the right thing."

you force yourself to turn on bed, facing him properly. you are naked too, and a bit cold but it's okay. "i didn't want to disappoint you." you say with a low voice.

"you could never disappoint me." he says, even softer this time. "i'm so proud of you."

"you are?"

"of course i am, sweetheart." he leans in to kiss your forehead. "you did the right thing. if one of us doesn't feel good there's no point of having sex."

"i was feeling good." you say, holding his hand like an anchor. "it was a bit much and- it didn't feel right."

"it's okay." he says. "it's totally okay."

you try to sit, aemond helps you. he pulls you to his lap to give you the cuddles you want, his long arms holding your body still. you press your nose against his neck, feeling calm as he rubs your back and squeezes your body in his arms. the pressure makes you feel safe, it's not like the one you felt moments ago when he was on top of you. this time you sit on his lap, you have the control. aemond kisses the side of your head, keeps repeating that everything's fine.

"let's clean you up." he says. "i'll fill the tub, is that okay?"

he is panicked too, you realize, afraid he hurt you. he manages to fix the situation for both of you, though, offering any comfort he can provide.

"yes, but-" you say, holding him and keeping him closer than he already is. "you'll get in with me, right?"

he kisses your forehead. "i will."

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darthannie · 7 months

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day twelve: forced orgasm with jonathan crane

pairing: Jonathan Crane x f!reader word count: 703 warnings: noncon, floor sex, clothed sex, dacryphilia if you squint, unprotected sex a/n: There’s something about Jonathan Crane having a private practice and using me that really does it for me. kinktober masterlist

You should have never chosen Jonathan Crane to be your doctor. Stockholm syndrome would be the proper way to describe your relationship with him.

It started as a normal patient/doctor relationship. Somewhere along the way, Jonathan began disclosing more personal information in an attempt to relate to you. He admitted his attraction to you one day during a session. You felt a prickle of embarrassment creep up, almost feeling like you had done something wrong. He assured you it was a good thing and he wanted to continue helping you.

During a recent session, you cried and cried for the entire forty-five minutes. You thought he was taking pity on you when he hugged you as you got up to leave. Then he wouldn’t let go. You kept trying to push him away but he pulled you in for a timid kiss. It threw you off, but you kissed him back.

He took it a step further when he reached under your shirt and groped your breast. You tried to remove his hand but he squeezed tighter. It almost hurt. His hand moved to lift your skirt. You swat his hand away, but he resisted as he reached underneath to pull down your panties. They fell down to your ankles.

You wanted to get away from him. You thought to get on the floor, quickly drag yourself away, and then make a run for it. But, he simply followed you to the ground when you went down. You went to drag yourself away from him but he crawled over you, completely enveloping you under him. He guided you onto your back and flipped up your skirt. He felt how wet you were on his fingers. He teased you with one before adding another.

“You’re so wet for me,” he muttered.

“Jonathan, why are you doing this?”, you said meekly.

“Because you want me to.”

He kissed you and this time you didn’t kiss him back. Maybe it had to do with you coming to your senses. Or maybe it was because you heard his belt and zipper come undone. You felt his tip on your clit. He was toying with you, delaying the inevitable. He entered you slowly, letting you adjust to him.

You lied there as dead weight. You didn’t want to give him anything. Not a single word, not a single moan, nothing to indicate you were enjoying what he was doing.

And yet, you couldn’t help but let out a small yelp when he hit a certain angle. He smiled, “See I knew you had it in you.”

His thrusts were agitated, trying desperately to get you to cum. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. The sick, tightlipped smile never left his face. He inspected the way you looked at him. It was a face of disbelief. Your doctor, of all people, shouldn’t be doing this to you. And you shouldn’t be bewitched by the way he stretched your cunt more than anyone else ever had.

You tried to say “stop” but the sound got stuck in your throat, sounding like a disgruntled shout. You continued your whining, unable to form any thoughts. His thumb started to rub your clit. You were completely, utterly drunk on him.

“Cum on me,” he commanded.

“I can’t!”, you whined.

“I’m not asking twice.”

His thumb moved quicker and his thrusts got deeper. After a few moments, you involuntarily came undone. Tears began forming in your eyes. Your orgasm was so overwhelming your entire body shook. He didn’t bother pulling out of you. He came deep inside you, his hips faltering as he filled you with his cum.

When he finished, he pulled out of you and pulled up your panties. He fixed his pants and then your skirt. He stood up and reached out his hand to help you up. You ignored the gesture, thinking it was in poor taste considering what had just occurred. He pretended as if nothing happened.

“Well, that’s it for today,” he said as he stood behind his desk. “Is next week at the same time still good for you?”

“Yes,” you replied. You only hoped the next session was not as eventful.

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zorosleftshoe · 2 months

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Somewhere Only We Know - (c.b)

Pairing: Colby Brock x fem!reader

Warnings: ANGST, pure angst

Summary: the wind reminds Colby of you

“And when the wind nestles itself between the locks of your hair on a warm summer’s day, know it is me.”

Colby couldn’t remember a time he had felt so utterly alone. The endless array of casseroles that lined his fridge, the countless vases of wilting roses and tulips that lined the counters, and the empty seat that had grown cold in your absence haunting him every time he stepped into the room.

It was torture.

His cheeks permanently stained with the tears that continued to fall as he reluctantly packed up the clothes in the closet that still smelled like you. You were everywhere. From the perfume that lingered on the pillow you used nightly to the pink toothbrush that sat in the bathroom, you haunted every corner of this house that was once a home.

His stomach clenched at the thought of one day not remembering the way your laugh sounded. Or how angelic his name would sound as it rolled off your tongue in a whine. You had bewitched him in every way; then you left just as quickly.

He spent the first couple days tangled in your bedsheets. Sam would drop off meals throughout the day only to be discouraged when he returned the next to find them untouched. It was day four when he finally ripped the blankets off his friend and forced him into the bathroom.

Colby assured Sam he would be okay once he was showered, fed, and sat on the couch where you once watched movies with him. Your legs tangled together messily as he ran his fingers through your hair. When his vision blurred from unshed tears, he tried to stop thinking about it.

On day six Colby attempted to go grocery shopping. The casseroles had gone bad and he knew you would want him to at least make an attempt at living a normal life. But what was normal now? Everywhere he went there were remnants of you.

It wasn’t until he was placing your favorite pastries in the cart that he realized he wasn’t ready. Ready to lose you. Ready to be out in the world alone. The grocery cart abandoned as he darted for the door, fresh tears staining his cheeks.

Day seven and eight pass in kaleidoscope blurs with your favorite song on repeat.

Day nine is when anger sets in. Why did you have to leave? Why did God need you more than he did? The house you once shared quickly becomes a tornado of pictures, glass, and feathers as Colby takes out his frustration on the trinkets that remind him of you.

He cuts his fingers on the glass but it still doesn’t hurt as much as that empty chair at the kitchen table.

Sam convinces him he should get a dog. It’s better than being alone. He sighs as the air around the two men grows tense, only to oblige and follow Sam out to his car. The shelter is jam packed with puppies, cats, even a few rabbits and Colby takes his time with each one. It isn’t until his eyes meet a pair of hazel orbs staring back at him that he feels his heart melt.

“How old is this one?” He asks the lady that kept a close distance before looking back to the small pup.

“Two weeks. Mom didn’t make it and the previous owner wasn’t in good health to take care of her.” Colby’s eyes soften as he reaches out to run a hand along the puppy’s spine. She makes a sound of content and he knows she’s the one. “If you choose her, it’ll be a couple weeks before you can take her home. Unless you know how to care for her.”

Colby watches videos, reads articles, and two days later he’s walking home with this sweet puppy cradled in his arms.

He can’t help but notice how she likes to curl up in your favorite blanket. It was the one thing Colby couldn’t get rid of and now, as he watches his puppy cuddle into it, he’s glad he didn’t. His heart flutters at the sight and he realizes he has found a new purpose in life. One that only weighs a couple of pounds and has the same beautiful eyes you did.

As weeks pass and she gets bigger, he notices an uncanny resemblance to you. She basks in the same chair you used to sit in as the sun warmed your skin. Your favorite blanket has quickly became hers as well. She spends most of her time curled in Colby’s lap. Finally, when he catches her gnawing on the strawberry pastries you always loved, he kneels down and scoops her up.

“Did she send you to me?” The puppy perks up at his words and licks his nose. “Did she send you to make sure I’d be okay?” The puppy continues to lick his nose, his cheeks, his chin, anywhere she can reach and Colby loses his composure as warm tears trickle down his face. “I’ll love you in this lifetime and the next. Thank you, sweet girl.”

Colby takes his new puppy, which he named ‘Amari’, to the fields where you used to spend your free time. He watches as Amari runs through the fields of flowers and chases butterflies, a smile lingering on his face.

The wind bellows around him and as it passes through his brown locks he swears he can feel your fingers threading through the strands of his hair. Your fingernails grazing his scalp in the way you always did. His knees nearly buckle as sobs overtake his body.

“I miss you, my love.” He looks at the trees around him as they sway to the same song you used to hum as you chopped veggies. “I love you.” He turns his head to the left and kisses the air, imagining it is your palm that he used to nuzzle into. Amari barks, catching his attention and when he looks up he swears he sees a silhouette watching the two with a smile gracing her lips. “Thank you for loving me!” Colby yells out. “I will find you! In our next lives. My soul will know yours, my sweet girl!” And as Colby chokes back a sob, he notices how the sunset fades to pinks and oranges.

He notices how its pink colors match the blush of your cheeks and he feels at home. He closes his eyes and allows the breeze to caress his face. He loves you. Even when your physical form is no longer sat beside him in this field of white daisies.

In the warmth that coats his face from the setting sun, he feels you, and that brings him enough comfort.

#sam and colby #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #colby brock #colby brock angst

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thechaoticplayer · 3 months

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Good Puppy

Author's note: the brainrot- it's too strong... fuck fuck FUCK

Summary: embarrassed for his amusement (writing this at 3 am I apologize if it seems like yk I'm not thinking)

Contains: nsfw content, very short drabble, chaotic is feelin a bit horny (lmao help), gn sub reader, dom Vox akuma, puppy reader....

Mdni or not I ain't yer mom

VOX AKUMA had simply had asked to give you a scratch under the chin. At first, you were skeptical, because the demon was known to be such a teasing type. But he genuinely seemed to want to, eyes bright and wide and somehow bewitching you to nod.

It felt so fucking good! Your eyes slowly drifted shut, a hum vibrating through your throat as Vox's fingers scratched underneath your chin. He stood over you as you sat on a chair in front of him, tail wagging. Vox chuckled, pupils dilated as he asked to scratch behind your ears this time.

Content and finding it impossible to say no, you say yes again.

You literally lean into his touch, causing his heart to increase its rate. All "chihuahua behavior" as he called it (you weren't a fucking chihuahua you'd always retort back) ceased in a matter of seconds. Vox found it adorable.

A kiss to your forehead took you by surprise. Your eyes widened and cheeks flamed, tail wagging even harder, to your dismay. Vox chuckled, brushing a hair back as he cupped your cheeks affectionately.

It seemed all very fluffy and cute, right?

So how the fuck are you on your back arched, clawing at his back, whimpering and begging like a bitch in heat?

"Good puppy," Vox praises, eliciting yet another keening whine from you as be bullies into you, the bed groaning under the effort. "Such a good fucking puppy, yeah? letting me fuck you so good, hm?"

You nod eagerly, all you wanting is to please him. "Yes! I- mmph!" You moan against his neck, nibbling a bit at his flesh and he chuckles.

"What an obedient puppy... since you're so obedient, why don't you call me Master?"

Embarrassment courses through your veins as you look at him, brows furrowed. "I... am not doing that."

"Why not?" Vox pauses his thrusts for a moment, and you whine. He pretends not to hear you as he hooks a finger through the collar around your neck. He yanks hard, causing you to yelp but somehow making your tail swish hard. "You had no problem putting this on for me, puppy."

"W-well," you stammer, shifting your hips.

Vox raises a brow, slowly rolling his hips into you and drawing out a whimper. "Well what? I'm waiting, puppy."

"It's embarrassing!" You quickly spit out, ears flat against your head as you flush.

"Embarrassing?" Vox echoes, another roll making you bite your lip hard. "Oh, so you think that is embarrassing? Just you wait until what you see what I have in store for you."

"Wha-?"

Vox abruptly slams himself hard into you, making you sob out a moan as you dig your nails in. Tears outline your eyes and Vox wipes them away with an innocent smile.

"Now say it."

You shake your head. "N-no!"

A sharp thrust that makes you see stars. He's already stretching you out as is, the burning sensation becoming pleasurable already, his tip kissing your sensitive spot so nicely. You were almost there, but Vox is adamant about this. He watches you with a predatory stare, expecting.

"C'mon puppy..." Vox cooes, pinching a nipple and making you jolt underneath him. He laughs. "Just say it, and I'll let you cum."

Vox drags his cock out almost entirely all the way, only his fat tip inside you before shoving it all back in. Another cry, legs quivering around his hips.

"Master!" You gasp, shame filling you for a brief moment.

Vox grins, fangs glinting. The last thing you see before all you see is white, Vox ravaging your insides and all the while calling you his good puppy. Shame out the window as the urge to serve him and please him became too strong.

After all, there was no denying you were his good puppy.

#Help me #Wtf #Is this what being in heat is like #NAW IM KIDDING GET ME OUT #nijisanji #nijisanji en #vtuber #nijien #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji smut #luxiem #VOX AKUMA #vox akuma smut #vox akuma x reader #Luxiem sm uth #Luxiem x reader

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Draco Malfoy (4/5)

Word count ; 3.9k

*Edited.

“Snape!” Harry boomed from across the field, despite Bellatrix’s taunting shrieks.

I was managing to keep up with him, my entire body aching, my heart beating out of my chest, and tears flooding down my cheeks. We were approaching Hagrid’s home. I dreaded for the giant man’s life. I wanted so badly to be the hero, but I had nothing but my cowardice and a tiny stick of wood that passed as a wand.

“He trusted you!”

Bellatrix set Hagrid’s home ablaze. Her hoots and hollers echoed in the cold night air.

“Go on,” Snape instructed to the rest of the Death Eaters. But Draco, as much of a trembling mess as he was, remained, a few feet behind him.

“Encanto!” Harry exclaimed, but Snape defended himself from the spell.

“Expeliarmus!” I squeaked as I pulled out my wand. Snape dodged that one, too.

“Fight back, you coward! Fight back!”

We were getting closer and closer. We were only a few dozen yards away from the Death Eaters. Draco was staring at me oh-so pitifully. He looked absolutely heartbroken. But I didn’t let him distract me. I was here to protect Harry, even if I couldn’t do much.

Bellatrix suddenly shot at both of us. We went flying back. I landed on Harry.

“No!” Snape and Draco shouted in unison. I heard footsteps run toward us.

“She’s my fucking girlfriend! Please!” Draco sobbed.

“He belongs to the Dark Lord,” Snape reasoned.

I was pulled off of Harry roughly. I looked up and saw Draco, a complete mess. He pulled me so that I was sitting on the grass. He crouched down and buried his head in the crook of my neck. His nails dug into my back. I returned the hug, letting my sobs reverberate across the field.

“Oh! Little Malfoy has a girlfriend, does he? How cute,” Bellatrix quipped. I saw from over Draco’s shoulder that the Death Eaters were beginning to leave. “Come along, Draco! You can bring your cute little girlfriend along if you stop your whining.”

I clutched Draco’s cloak desperately. He pulled me to my feet, our bodies not separating once. He held so much pain in his eyes. I wanted for nothing more than to save him. I let him raise his wand to the side of my head.

I sent him a reassuring smile.

“Bewitching somnum.”

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Never did I think I would meet him in person. He was even uglier in person; he had no nose, his skin was grey, and his flesh was scaly. If I was stupider or braver I would insult him, but I knew better. I knew that silence was how I would save my hide.

It was even scarier with the woman who was hanging from the chandelier rocking bath and forth like a pendulum, face bloody and beaten.

On one side, was Draco, who was holding my hand tightly. On the other, Narcissa, who looked just as sickly pale. Death Eaters lined the table with he-who-must-not-be-named at the head. The Malfoy Manor dining room was dimly lit, and a magical mist drifted over us. The fireplace crackled.

Snape suddenly emerged. He was stoic and unreadable as always. We made eye contact. Oh, I felt oh-so betrayed. Not by Draco, no. He was completely cornered. But by the teacher who’s class I’d taken for, what, six years now?

“Serverus. I was starting to worry that you lost your way,” Voldemort stated. “Come. We saved you a seat.” Snape sat at the table. “You bring news, I trust?”

“It will happen on next Saturday, on nightfall.”

“I heard differently, my lord,” another man interrupted. “There will be no sign of the Potter boy until the thirtieth of this month. The day before he turns seventeen.”

“This is a false trail. The aura office no longer pays any protection to the Harry Potter. Those closest to him believe we have infiltrated the ministry.”

“Well,” a man laughed,” you got that right.”

The table erupted in cruel laughter. Voldemort turned his attention to the man at the other end of the table. “What say you, Pious?”

Pious gathered his thoughts. “One hears many things, my lord. But whether the truth is among them, it is unclear.”

“Spoken like a politician!” the Dark Lord exclaimed. “You will, I think, prove most useful, Pious.” An awkward silence fell over the table. “Where will he be taking the boy?”

“Most likely the home of someone in the Order,"Snape answered, clasping his hands together. “I've been told it's been given every manner of protection possible. There, it will be impractical to attack him.”

“My lord, I’d like to volunteer myself for this task,” Bellatrix spoke up. “I want to kill the boy.”

A muffled scream from the other room sounded. “Wormtail!” He-who-must-not-be-named raged. “Have I not reminded you to keep our guests quiet?"

“Y- yes, my lord. Right away, my lord.”

My heart sunk. How long would it be until I was the one dangling from the ceiling?

“As inspiring as I find your blood-lust, Bellatrix, I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.” Bellatrix shrunk in her seat, while Voldemort stood up. “But I face an unfortunate complication. That my wand and Potter’s share the same core. They are, in some ways, twins. We can wound, but not fatally harm one another. If I am to kill him, I am to do it with another’s wand.” I trembled, fearing for my life as he paced behind me. “Come. Surely one of you would like the honor. Hm?”

My wand was weak. It had always been best used for practical uses. And I was a Hufflepuff. Perhaps…

“You can have mine.”

All eyes turned to me. Draco was looking at me like I was a maniac. Voldemort broke into a fit of boisterous laughter, hovering behind my seat. His hands clasped over my shoulder. “How bold of you. Our newest recruit, stepping up to the plate. You could all learn something from her. Wormtail! Fetch our guest's wand.”

My body convulsed and I was overcome with unavoidable tremors. The meek servant revealed himself, and he held my wand. I dreaded seeing it in Voldemort’s hands as he examined it.

“And what are the properties?”

“The - the core is troll whisker.”

“Troll whisker. Now that's rare,” he hummed. He was silent for a moment, but stepped away. “For those of us who do not know, we are joined tonight by Ms. Charity Burbage, who, until recently, taught at Hogwarts School of Wizard and Witchcraft. Her speciality was Muggle studies.” Some snickered and taunted the woman. Draco squeezed my hand tighter. I was on the verge of tears. “It is Ms. Burbage's belief that muggles are not so different from us. She would, having given her way, have us mate. To her, the mixture of magical and muggle blood would create something of an abomination.”

The woman began pleading and begging for her life. All I could feel was guilt. I closed my eyes as tightly as I could.

Voldemort, now sitting, answered her pleas with,” Avada Kadavra!”

The woman dropped onto the table. A scream threatened to escape, but Draco pulled my into his arms and hid my face in his chest. I let out quiet sobs. If only I hadn’t given that bastard my wand. Perhaps she would have lived longer. I was making all the wrong decisions.

I heard something slithering. When I glanced to the table, there was a large snake consuming the woman's body.

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“I’m so sorry,” Draco whispered in my ear.

We were in the manor, in Draco’s room. We had been inseparable ever since I was kidnapped. I was glad that there was one 'friendly' face around. I hated what had happened. Voldemort was on the verge of winning, and I could do absolutely nothing about it. I could only hope Harry was alright.

Night had fallen. Draco, surprisingly, wasn't as large of a part as I thought he was. In fact, most of the time, we were alone. I preferred it that way.

We were laying in bed. We were restless, just like every other night. But at least we had each other. We were spooning romantically. My hands were wrapped around his waist and I held him against me. His hair smelled flowery and lovely. Our legs were wound up in one another.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my love,” I replied.

His shoulders slouched into the comforter. He turned on his side so that he was facing me. I released his waist and met his beautiful blue orbs. I stroked his cheeks, which were damp from tears. My heart pounded for the boy who had no choice.

He let out a sigh, his hand resting above mine. His eyes fluttered shut. He pressed a chaste kiss to my lips before receding once more. “You shouldn't be a part of this. You deserve better than me. This should've been mine and only my burden to carry.”

“You say this every night, Draco. You will have your chance to make it all right. And no matter how much you insist —"

“You're not even supposed to be here right now. I was selfish and took you with me when at the very least, you should be at Hogwarts. At home. Anywhere but here.”

“I would've chased after you if you hadn’t. I would follow you to the ends of the Earth, Draco. Nothing you could’ve done would make a difference. I want to be with you, right here, right now," I confessed, pressing my forehead against his.

More tears spilled from his shut eyes. I wiped them gently. “I don't deserve you,” he croaked.

“No. What you don't deserve is to be trapped in this situation.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. He was warm, comfortable. During nights like this, sometimes I forgot that I wasn't here by choice, and he wasn't either.

“Neither do you. You know that they’ll make you get the Death Eater mark. The only reason they haven’t tossed you in the cellar like the rest of the hostages is because they believe that you’ll become one of us.”

My heart sank in my chest. I fell silent. Draco, sensing my distress, rubbed circles around my waist. My pajama shirt crumpled, and I felt his fingers ghost over my skin. I felt fire where he touched. A small, sad smile graced my face.

“Why did you give up your wand?” he mumbled.

“I had to. My core is weaker than others… It’s also harder to control. I can only hope it causes he-who-must-not-be-named to be weaker when he needs to use it.”

Draco sighed again. “But now you are entirely defenseless.”

“I would rather be defenseless and a hostage than be away from you.”

A chuckle bubbled in his throat. It was dry. “What did I ever do deserve such a perfect person? Such a loyal, stunning lover? I promise, no matter what happens, I will protect you. Just please… never leave my side.”

“I could never.”

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“Well?”

I was standing beside Draco in the study. All the other Death Eaters were swarmed behind us. In front of us, stood a very deformed Harry Potter, his face bulging. An unknown ally was holding him up and had his want pointing his head.

The rest of the man's group were holding Hermione and Ron hostage. My stomach churned as we were being forced to identify the boy.

“I can’t be sure,” Draco conceded.

Lucius came up behind us and grabbed both of our necks, thrusting us forward. “Draco. Look closely, son. The Dark Lord requires that we hand the boy over. Everything will be just as it was. Do you understand?” he whispered.

“Now we won't be forgetting who actually caught him I imagine, right, Mr. Malfoy?” the man spoke up, jostling Harry. Draco grabbed my hand tightly, and we exchanged knowing stares.

“You dare to talk to me like that in my own house?” Lucius raged, clutching Draco tighter.

“Lucius,” Narcissa hissed, coming up to the pair and pulling him away.

“Don't be shy. Look closely,” Bellatrix insisted, grabbing Draco’s free hand to pull him closer to Harry. “One mistake and he'll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure.”

Draco leaned down in front of him. I hovered behind, massaging his shoulders. “What’s wrong with his face?" Draco inquired.

“Yes, what is wrong with his face?” Bellatrix parroted.

“He came to us like that. Something he picked up in the forest, I reckon.”

Bellatrix’s attention shifted. She began pacing toward the captive Ron and Hermione. “Was it you two? Give me her wand. Let’s see what her last spell was.” Bellatrix suddenly let out a gasp of shock, while Narcissa tapped Draco on the shoulder. “Where did you get that from?”

I peered over my shoulder. One of the men had a shiny sword. I figured it must’ve been a magic relic.

“It as in her bag when we searched her. I reckon it’s mine now.”

Bellatrix shot at the man, causing him to fly back toward the staircase. The sword detached from his waist and flew into her grasp. The man let out a yelp of pain. She began attacking ruthlessly, conjuring a snake to wrap around one of the men’s neck. Draco was trembling. I crouched down and hugged his torso tightly, squeezing my eyes shut so that I didn’t have to see the men die.

I herd the lash of a whip and more choking ensued. “Go. Go! Go!” she shrieked, releasing the men from her grasp. I opened my eyes as Bellatrix stormed over to Hermione and Ron. “Put the boys in the cellar!”

Harry was torn away from in front of us. Wormtail emerged from the corridor and grabbed the pair. Draco rose to his feet, protectively pushing me behind him. I held his waist tightly, watching as Bellatrix hovered in front of Hermione.

“I’ll have a little conversation with this one! Girl to girl!” She threw Hermione onto the ground, straddling her waist. Her wand was stabbing into her lower jaw. “That sword is supposed to be in Gringots. How did you get it?”

Hermione let out sobs. I couldn’t bare to watch my friend in so much fright and pain. “How did you take it from my vault?” she roared.

“Please,” Hermione sobbed,” I didn’t take anything!”

“Well then.”

A scream bubbled in my throat as Bellatrix began torturing the poor girl. I wanted to help her. Her screams echoed through the halls. I couldn’t take it.

“Please! Stop!” I screeched, steping away from Draco and storming up to Bellatrix.

Bellatrix clearly wasn’t in the mood for fun and games. She stopped, but her face contorted into a deeper, scarier, rage. “What was that, little girl? Care to repeat that?”

I collapsed on my hands and feet, bowing to her. “Please! She doesn’t know. She’s being honest! She doesn’t deserve this, just throw her into the cellar with the rest of them!”

Bellatrix sneered. “I don’t have time for this. Wormtail! Throw her in with the rest of the children!”

Draco grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. “Please, she’s just confused —“

“Watch your mouth, Draco,” Lucius boomed, pulling him away from me.

“Control your boy, Malfoy,” Bellatrix hissed. “Otherwise, I might tip off the Dark Lord.”

“Please, just let Hermione go!” I pleaded. But my begs fell on deaf ears, as Peter Petigrew grabbed my arm and pointed his wand into my neck. I was dragged away from the scene violently. I spared only a glance at Draco. Tears were running down his face.

I was pushed down the stairs. He opened the cell door and threw me in. Harry rushed over to me and helped me to my feet. “You! Goblin! Come with me,” Peter demanded, pointing his wand at the goblin.

The goblin exited the cell. The screams resumed. I placed my hands over my ears desperately. Harry checked me over.

“Blimey, Y/n, what happened to you?” Ron asked, shooting a light on with a magical lighter.

“I’ve been here ever since the night I was kidnapped,” I explained. “I’ve tried doing what I can, but… I’m just as much of a prisoner as you.”

“Lucky for us, it’s about time you got out,” Harry insisted.

Suddenly, a small house elf that went by the name of Dobby appeared in the cellar, letting out a yelp of surprise. “Ah!”

“Dobby? What are you doing here?” Harry inquired.

“Dobby came to save Harry Potter and his friends, of course! Dobby will always be there for Harry Potter!”

“Are you saying that you can apparat in and out of this room?”

“Could you take us with you?” Ron chimed in.

“Of course, I, uh, I’m an elf.”

“Works for me,” Ron grinned.

“Right. Dobby, I want you to take Luna and Mr. Olivander to the outskirts of Diangon Alley.”

“Whenever you’re ready, sir!” Luna exclaimed.

“‘Sir’… I like her very much,” Dobby tittered, motioning to Luna. He tottered over and grabbed both of their hands. “Meet me at the top of the stairs in ten seconds.”

They disappeared in a swirl. Harry pulled me over to the wall. We press dourselves against it as Petigrew hobbled down and opened the door. Suddenly, something hit his back, and with one final groan, the man collapsed on the ground.

At the top of the stairs was Dobby. “Who gets his wand?”

“Voldemort has mine,” I explained,” but one of you two can have it if you wish.”

“Yes, you should have it,” Harry and Ron agreed unanimously.

Sending them a reassuring grin, I took his wand. I felt a surge of confidence run through me now that I was finally armed after what seemed like weeks. We inched up the stairs. We paused at the top, hearing Bellatrix grill the goblin. Harry and Ron managed to get wands of their own, while I was stuck with Petigrew’s.

Bellatrix started to make her way back over to Hermione.

“Like hell!” Ron roared. “Expeliarmus!”

“Stupify!” Harry joined in.

Narcissa and Draco got in the way, blocking our path. He spared a shocked glance toward me, but I joined in, shooting my own spells at the pair. As badly as I wanted to cease my fire, I knew that the family was too scared to do what was right.

“Stop!” Hermione cried.

“Drop your wands,” Bellatrix rasped. I almost started bawling my eyes out right then and there asI realized Bellatrix was holding her wand against the poor girl’s neck. “I said drop them!”

I was the first to cooperate. Silence fell over the room, except for Hermione’s labored pants and the clattering against the floor. Draco lashed out and grabbed me, pulling me against him. I could see the growing rage on his petrified expression. I let out a yelp of pain from how tight his grip on my arm was. I felt his raise his wand to my neck.

“Pick them up, Narcissa. Now!”

She scuttled over and did so.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” Bellatrix hissed playfully. “It’s Harry Potter, all shiny and new again. Just look at him.” Indeed, his disfigured face was sinking back to normal. “It’s time for the Dark Lord. Call him.”

Lucius stepped up from the back. I could see the regret etched in the man’s features.

“Call him!”

Lucius pulled up his sleeve, revealing his Death Eater mark. As his hand hovered over the mark, odd squeaks sounded from the ceiling. Everyone looked up, recognizing Dobby. He was unscrewing the chandelier.

With a final creak, it became loose. Bellatrix let out a scream and pulled away. Hermione jumped free, sprawling against the floor. As the glass shattered, Draco turned away from it and shielded me from glass. Harry suddenly jumped at Draco. I collided with the fireplace, but I quickly stood up.

While Ron was helping Hermione, Harry was trying to wrangle Draco’s wand away from him. Draco looked panicked, but just as infuriated. I jerked Draco back by his shoulder, letting Harry steal the wand.

“Stupify!” Harry shot the spell at Lucius, sending him flying into the fireplace.

I tried stepping around Draco to regroup with them, but he grabbed my wrist. Harry pulled me away and hid me behind him as we all huddled against the railing. I noticed that Draco was beyond pissed, gritting his teeth.

“Stupid elf! You could have killed me!” Bellatrix shrieked, having finally recovered.

“Dobby never meant to kill! Dobby only meant to maim or seriously injure.” He noticed Narcissa pulling out her wand and stole it from her. Now, with two of us armed, I felt much more confident.

“How dare you take a witch’s wand! How dare you defy your masters!”

“Dobby has no masters. Dobby is a free elf! And Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!”

We all grabbed Dobby, ready to apparat away. However, Bellatrix threw a knife at us last second. It felt as though the entire world had slowed down as we appeared on a beach.

I was laying behind Harry. We were all tired and defeated, but I crawled over to him and helped him stand up. We all were about to engage in a group hug with Ron and Hermione, but a meek voice called out for Harry. All of us noticed Dobby. He was stabbed. He was dying.

I let Harry mourn on his own. But as he held Dobby, who was bleeding out and dying, I went to him. And I sat behind him, and I held him.

“We should close his eyes, don’t you think?” I whispered, weaving around him. I gently closed the house elf’s eyes. Harry didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. “There. Now he’s just sleeping.”

“I want to bury him,” he announced. “Properly. Without magic.”

So that’s what we did. While Harry dug, I carried the poor house elf’s wrapped up corpse. Ron and Hermione then helped dig further. I gently placed Dobby’s corpse inside the grave. That afternoon, we had won the battle. But the war still raged on.

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babbushka · 3 years

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I’m excited to read all your Kylo AU Sinday writing! May I please request these with either medieval Kylo or archaeological Kylo?

“Swoon, I’ll catch you.” And “You have bewitched me..”

Thank you! 💛

A/N: Thank you so much for sending this in!! I hope you enjoy this fluffy smutty something! :)

2k; NSFW (skinny dipping, public nudity, sex in water)

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Bobbing ever so gently with the current of the river, you breathe in deeply, feeling the warm air of summer fill your lungs, your chest expanding and deflating in a rhythm dictated by the breeze. It it late in the afternoon, and soon you will be expected to return to the throne room, but you still have some time.

Intent on using that time to the fullest of capacities, you lay atop the water, your arms and legs spread out as your hair floats in a great halo around your head. Yes, you think as you breathe, smiling a little as the current whooshes in a calm push past you, you are quite content.

Until that is, a pair of strong arms grab you, making you splutter and snap out of your reverie at once, baring your teeth to whomever has dared disturb your relaxation.

“Unhand me at once or I shall -- !” You start, heart pounding in your chest, a million thoughts running through your mind as you think of the quickest way to incapacitate your captor...

Before you recognize the deep rumbling laughter that comes from the direction of your captor’s chest, and you sigh with fond exasperation, knowing he is not a captor at all.

“You really must learn to pay more attention, my pearl.” Kylo grins with all his crooked teeth, as if he has won some great victory in catching you off guard.

Oh, but he has, won a victory of a different kind. He is home early and the confident attitude he is positively brimming with tells you that it was an early win, another battle claimed by the Empire that you know and love.

You find that you cannot be angry with him for surprising you like this, for it is in his very nature, the element of sneaky silent surprise. So instead, you allow the joy at your husband’s return to fill you, as you throw your arms around his neck and kiss him for all that you’re worth, grinning with your own indulgent happiness.

“Swoon, don’t worry I’ll catch you.” The cheeky bastard teases you, and you can only chuckle brightly at the good mood that he is in. It is rare for him to be so good-spirited, he tended to scowl even on the best of days. But today was a day for celebration, and you have no intention to stop him now.

“Insufferable, you are,” Rolling your eyes teasingly right back, before shaking your head and kissing him again, and again, and again, your body pressing to his as you hum, “But so handsome. I missed you, your highness.”

“Here I am.” He murmurs against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, hands not once letting you go as he holds you to him.

“Finally.” You agree with a sigh of relief.

Kylo looks at you then, really looks at you, and it’s the sort of look that makes you hold your breath in heady anticipation, as his chest puffs with deep panting breaths of his own. You wish you could see him free of all his many layers, knowing that the sight would be divine.

And then, almost as if on cue, Kylo decides he does not want to be confined by his clothing any longer, and he pulls away from you to begin stripping down. You grin, perching yourself on a large smooth rock that juts up from the pebbles and sand of the river floor, watching as he reveals himself to you.

His armor comes off in large sections, and he takes care to rest them on the bank of the river. It’s not a very wide river thankfully, so he doesn’t have to go too far. Next comes his tunic, and then his shirt, before he can struggle to shuck off his hose and boots. In just a few short moments, he is completely nude, and my what a marvel it is to see him in the light of day like this, you think.

You yourself are wearing your chemise, a small barrier between your naked body and the elements around you. It does nothing to hide the shape of you though, as the cotton goes completely transparent when wet. It is that transparency that has Kylo’s mouth watering, you find, when he surges back to wrap you up in his arms again, and you feel the hard length of his cock pressing against your stomach.

“Fuck, Kylo, here?” You look around with a giddy laugh, surprised by his lack of care for being so exposed.

“Why not, we are rulers of this domain, why should we not indulge in our pleasure wherever we’d like?” Kylo replies with another searing hot kiss, the muscles in his arms flexing as he presses you close to him.

You kiss him back, and before you know it, he’s lifting you up with the help of the water, bracing you against that large smooth rock once more, and pushing up the wet chemise that clings to your body. Helping him with a moan, you manage to lift it up enough to expose all the way up to your stomach, and without wasting much more time, your husband guides the head of his aching hard cock to your cunt.

“Oh how I have missed the feeling of being so full.” Your head lolls back on the makeshift pillow as he pushes in, a happy sigh of pleasure breathing out of your lungs.

The way Kylo fucks you is animalistic in moments like these -- his instincts take over, the primal urge to be close to you, to be inside you, it consumes him, and in turn, he consumes you. With a hand on your throat to hold you steady, Kylo bites and licks into your mouth, his hips wasting no time to begin thrusting in and out of your wanting pussy, your moans filling the air around you, carried down the river by the breeze.

“Kylo! Oh my darling, more, please give me more!” You cry out, the pleasure immediate and so, so delicious.

He doesn’t say much, doesn’t say anything at all, just grunts out his pleasure as his mouth covers yours completely, sucks down all your moans sighs pants grunts of pleasure, swallows them the way your cunt sucks in his cock, a vice grip, not wanting to let go.

It’s been weeks since you’ve last seen him, which means it’s been weeks since you’ve been properly fucked, and he knows that just as well as you. Holding your hips tight to keep them steady, he fucks you hard, fucks you with all the pent up sexual frustration he’s harbored over the time and distance between you.

You can feel the way his cock presses itself as deep as it can go, you whine as it knocks against your cervix, the force of his hips pushing you up up up the rock, your hands gripping his shoulders, fingers digging in the muscle there as you throw your head back and plead, panting, begging for him to take you harder, faster.

Kylo does, oh he does, touching you all over your body, stimulating you from every possible point. His hands leave your hips, one moves farther down your body to press his thumb against your swollen clit, eliciting a yelp of pleasure from your throat. The other reaches up to pinch and roll a nipple, feeling for the stiff bud from over your chemise where the wet cloth has clung to it.

It doesn’t satisfy him though, and so wordlessly, with all his strength he tears your chemise right in two, and you gasp, the sudden feeling of river water and his hard hot body pressing down on your bare skin. Kylo kisses all across your chest, sucking and biting in his wake, the newly exposed flesh begging to be marked.

“Yes, right there, oh please right there -- more!” You demand, and he’s all too happy to oblige, as he holds you down, pins you to the best of his ability, grinding his hips against yours on long thick drags of his cock.

Your hips lift, back arching off the rock, as your moans and whimpers grow more and more desperate. You’re so close, this close to coming, your body begins to tremble with the want of it. Oh how long had you waited for this feeling, you pant and writhe beneath him, as his cock drags against that spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

“Please, I’m so close, just a little more, please darling!” You can taste it, the edge of adrenaline in the back of your throat, on your tongue. Kylo knows exactly how to push you over, and he puts all his concentration into it, into getting the timing right.

When he rubs your clit in just the right way, his cock brushing up against your spot once, twice, three times, your body snaps up with sharp pleasure, and you shout loud enough that it scares the birds away from the bushes on the bank of the river. Kylo fucks you through your orgasm, making you moan loud loud loud, the pleasure overwhelming as he speeds his pace up.

Sometimes he’ll drag it out long enough that you can come a couple times on his cock before he spills inside of you, but you know he must be tired from the long journey home, so when he grunts and groans against your throat only a few minutes after, before finally going still, you only smile, glad that he too has come.

He begins to kiss you then, kissing you with an urgency that has you confused in your blissful state. Kylo crushes you ever so slightly, not wanting to move away just yet, and while you’re not complaining, you do have to ask,

“What is the matter?” You pant against him as his body is a solid weight against you.

Kylo is quiet for a moment, and you feel the current of the river washing away all the come and slick, carrying it away off to heavens knows where, cleansing you of this sweaty filthy act. You are almost compelled to ask again, but you know better, and that he will reply when he has the words.

Kissing you again, he tries to press these words into your very being, gentle with you yes, but still an edge of danger, of desire that he cannot shake. You kiss him back, letting yourselves let the water rush over your bodies, simply being together for a few moments more.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul...and I love,” Kylo punctuates these words with more kisses, soft and gentle atop your lips, across your face, “I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you.”

Oh how your heart beats for this man, you can’t help but think, for even after fucking you so hard that you can barely see straight, you can see how dearly he cares for you.

“Then by my side you shall remain.” You nuzzle your nose against his, and he only presses his hard cock deeper into your warm cunt in response. Smiling with bliss and joy, you card Kylo’s hair away from his face and kiss him, whispering, “There is a banquet prepared for you, a grand feast. After the performance you just gave, I’m sure you are hungry for it.”

“In a moment.” He turns to press a kiss to your palm, before hoisting you off of the rock, pulling you to his chest, encouraging your legs to wrap around his hips, “Let me hold you a while longer, just a little while.”

Resting your head on his shoulder, you let him do just that, until the water of the river turns chilly as the late afternoon sun moves across the sky. You would stay like that with him for all eternity, should he desire so, for with him so near, you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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upat4amwiththemoon · 3 years

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The Villain Part 2

Summary: Wanda is an Avenger. Wanda’s girlfriend’s father is a villain, though she doesn’t know that. What happens when Tony Stark successfully kills him?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, panic attack, major character death, descriptions of violence (tell me if I missed any!)

Word count: 2644

a/n: So, I made a part two! I’m really sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated :)

Tags: @helloalycia

Wanda sits on the couch, staring at the TV where an episode of Bewitched is going on, though, she doesn’t know which episode. All of her attention is in her thoughts. She is thinking about Y/N. No wonder Y/N has been so busy and distant these past days. Her father died by the hands of Tony Stark, her friend.

Wanda sighs, rubbing her face. The other Avengers still didn’t know what happened at the mission. They don’t know who the main bag guy is, or how they got away. She doesn’t know if she should tell them.

”What’s going on in your head, kid?” Steve asks, sitting next to Wanda. “You’ve been pretty distracted.” He smiles. It’s supposed to be comforting, but Wanda just feels guiltier. They have the right to know what she knows, but she couldn’t bring herself to get the words out of her mouth.

“Nothing. I’m just stressed, that’s all.” Wanda glances at Steve before turning back to the TV.

“I don’t want to pry, but is everything okay with you and Y/N? She hasn’t visited the tower in a long time.”

Wanda freezes at the mention of her girlfriend’s name. Are they still dating? She wasn’t sure. They haven’t talked after they saw each other at the bank. Wanda wanted to call her, she really did, but she didn’t know what she’d say. Would she tell her she was okay with Y/N killing people? That she still wants to be together. Does she want to stay together? All of these questions swirled in Wanda’s head, making her dizzy.

“We, uhm...” Wanda pauses, looking for the right words. What were they? “She has just been busy with work.” That was basically the truth, just without the details.

Steve nods. He didn’t look too convinced, but he didn’t want to push his nose into their relationship, knowing Wanda would tell them when she is ready.

“Okay. Just know you can talk to me if you need someone to listen.” Steve gives Wanda’s shoulder a squeeze before leaving.

Wanda turns her attention back to the TV, tears starting to fall down her cheeks. She hides her face in her hands, silencing her sobs.

Y/N is painting her mask, cleansing herself from the last three kills. It never made her fully guilt free, but the illusion of ridding herself from the pain she caused helped. She glances at the list, it was getting shorter by the day, though nowhere near done. Setting the mask down, Y/N goes to the bathroom, getting the first aid kit. All the memories of helping Wanda clean her wounds enter her mind. She tries to push them away, not wanting to think about her right now, but it was impossible. Every sting from the rubbing alcohol brought more and more memories.

Y/N swiped a cotton ball over a cut on Wanda’s cheek, making her whine lightly. Y/N laughs at the pout on the witch’s lips. “Oh, shut up you big baby.” She presses the cotton on it again before taking a bandaid and putting it on it.

Wanda playfully glares at her. “Why do you have these childish bandaids, I’m a badass superhero.” She does some, supposedly, badass superhero poses. They make her look even more ridiculous and adorable, at least to Y/N.

She hums, pecking Wanda’s lips. “If my amazing Spongebob bandaids make you feel less badass, I don’t think you deserve the title of badass woman.”

Y/N grins when Wanda gasps dramatically. “You take that back.”

“Never.” Y/N whispers and runs out of the bathroom, making Wanda hop off the counter and run after her. Because of her powers and Avengers training, Wanda clearly had an advantage in this chase. “Not fair! You cheated.” Y/N laughs as Wanda pushes her to the couch, trapping her with herself after using her powers to stop her from running.

“No I didn’t, there were no rules to follow.” She smirks and starts tickling Y/N, who starts laughing and trashing around. “Take back your words!”

“Never!” Wanda raises her brows, continuing the tickle attack, not giving her any mercy. When tears from laughing too much start gathering in Y/N’s eyes, she accepts her defeat. “Fine! I take it back, I take it back.”

Wanda stops, but she doesn’t move away. She stares at heavily breathing Y/N with a smile on her face. “You’re so beautiful.” She mutters, gently putting a hand to her cheek. Y/N looks away, blushing. After all this time, Wanda still made her flustered. “I love you so much.” She whispers before kissing her deeply.

Y/N puts the first aid kit away. She stares at herself from the mirror. Her face looked tired. She felt tired. All she wants is Wanda, she is the only thing that could make her feel better.

Stirring her tea slowly, Y/N’s unfocused eyes stare at the silent TV. She didn’t know which show was going on, but it didn’t matter. It was way over midnight, she was supposed to be sleeping right next to Wanda, but she couldn’t fall asleep. So, she decided to go to the kitchen and make some tea. She hadn’t been at the Avengers compound too many times, it still felt like home. Anywhere could be home if Wanda was there with her.

“Sweetheart?” Wanda’s voice comes from the side. Y/N turns to look at her. She has a tired and concerned look on her face as she walks to the couch. “What are you doing here?”

Y/N shrugs. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Wanda takes the tea cup out of her hand, setting it to the table and pulls Y/N up from the couch. She lays down to her place before pulling Y/N back, this time on top of her. She wraps her arms around her waist as Y/N leans her head to Wanda’s chest.

“You’re so soft.” Y/N whispers.

Wanda giggles, lightly brushing hair out of Y/N’s face. She uses her magic to bring a blanket on top of them. “You comfy?” Y/N nods. “Go to sleep.”

“You too.”

“I will.”

Y/N has a bruising grip on the sink, her knuckles white. She leans her head on the mirror, biting her tongue, trying to fight back the tears. She lifts her head up and lets it fall back to the mirror, not being able to hold back her tears anymore.

Wanda and Y/N are standing under a small roof, staying away from the pouring rain. They were on a date, having a picnic in the park and then watching the stars, until the rain caught up to them.

Y/N has a big smile on her face as she watches the rain. Wanda stares at her, holding an arm around her waist. “What’s on your mind?”

“Can’t you just read my mind.” She turns to look at Wanda, grinning.

Wanda rolls her eyes, bumping their shoulders together. “You know I wouldn’t do that. Besides, I like to hear you talk.”

Y/N shakes her head with a smile, looking back at the rain. The other people are either running away with a jacket held over their head or walking with an umbrella. Some have decided to wait out the rain like Wanda and Y/N, though they looked more impatient.

“Can we-“ Y/N pauses, biting her lip. “Can we do that really cliche kiss under the rain?”

Wanda giggles. She tightens her grip around Y/N and pulls her put of the cover. They stop on the middle of the street, Wanda holding her hands on Y/N’s waist and Y/N holding her on Wanda’s shoulders. They stare at each other, both of their eyes are full of love and adoration for each other.

“I’m the luckiest person alive.”

“Debatable.” Wanda whispers and kisses Y/N before she can say anything else.

Y/N punches the mirror, breaking it immediately. She kneels down to the floor, holding her bloodied hand to her chest while sobbing loudly. Missing Wanda hurt too much, it felt like all the air from her lungs suddenly disappeared, like something was holding her down and she was too weak to fight against it.

She starts coughing because of all the crying and gasping. Quickly, her breathing turns too shallow. She presses her throat gently, trying to get more air into her lungs, so she wouldn’t pass out. When it doesn’t help, she digs out her phone from her pant’s back pocket, going to Wanda’s contact number, she calls her.

The phone rings for a while, making Y/N cry even harder. On the fifth ring, Wanda answers the call. Y/N tries to say something, but all Wanda can hear is crying, which makes her worry. “Y/N? What is going on, are you okay? Where are you?” She is moving around the Avengers compound, putting on her jacket and shoes. “Can you tell me where you are? Please, sweetheart.”

Y/N shakes her head. “I can’t, th-they won’t let you in.”

“They? Your men? Are you hiding somewhere? Are they hurting you?” Wanda speeds out of the compound, getting into her car. “I can get through them, you just need to tell me where you are.”

Y/N rubs her hand on her leg. It’s starting to tingle from the lack of air. “I’ll send you the location, please, don’t hurt them.” She hangs up and throws the phone away after sending Wanda the address, banging her head against the wall as she tries to get her breathing under control.

It doesn’t take Wanda a long time to find the right place, considering she ditched her car and decided to fly over. She bursts through the doors. The men in the room take out their guns and point them towards her. Ripping the guns out of their hands with her powers, she points them towards the men.

“Where is Y/N?”

The men glance at each other. No one was supposed to know her name or her connection to them.

“She called me crying. If I find out you are the reason for it, you’re going to regret it.” Wanda presses the guns closer to them. “Now, where is she?”

One the men leads Wanda to Y/N’s room. He opens the door for her, waiting till she walks into the empty room before closing it. Wanda walks towards the sobs and sniffles, carefully opening the bathroom door.

“Y/N.” She kneels next to her shaking body, pulling her close. “I need you to calm down, can you breathe with me?” She speaks quietly, helping Y/N follow her breathing pattern. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

“We need to talk.” Y/N mumbles when she has calmed down. Wanda nods. The couple stands up and moves out of the bathroom. They stand around, both looking everything else except each other.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You know why.” Y/N sighs. “You’ve been after my father for years, I was scared you’d hate me and leave me if you found out.”

“I wouldn’t have done that, you should know that. We could’ve avoided all...” Wanda moves her hands between the two. “This.”

“So, you would’ve been fine with it, just like that? You wouldn’t have minded knowing I’ll follow his footsteps some day? Because you couldn’t have stopped me if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Well, I-“ Wanda looks away from Y/N. She wouldn’t have been okay with her becoming the new him, she would’ve tried to talk her out of it. “You’re killing people.”

“It’s not like you haven’t killed people!”

“And I feel very guilty about it!”

The more they talk the more their voices are starting to raise, both annoyed and frustrated at each other.

“So do I! But this is my job, Wanda, just like being an Avenger is yours.”

The fight starts to get ugly. Vulgar words are thrown around and their voices can be heard to the other rooms. Y/N’s men didn’t like that, so, they decide to take matters to their own hands, by bursting into her room and pointing their guns against Wanda, again. Stefan is holding his gun straight on her temple.

“Move and I’ll shoot!”

Before Wanda can fight back, Y/N takes out her own gun and points it towards Stefan. “You take that damn gun out of my girlfriend’s face if you want to live.”

The room turns silent. That was the last thing the men thought Wanda was to her. She seemed like a threat, not a lover. They also didn’t expect her to turn so hostile against them, her own family.

“Girlfriend?” He scoffs, but doesn’t move the gun away. “She? Seriously?”

“We’ve been together for years, so I suggest you put the gun away before her or I do it for you.” He sets the gun down slowly. “Wanda, leave.”

“I’m not leaving you with them!”

It was an odd sight. Just a minute ago they were screaming at each other and now they were protecting each other.

“They won’t hurt me.”

Wanda glares at the men. She did trust Y/N, if she said they won’t hurt her she believes they won’t, but she couldn’t help getting an uneasy feeling around them. Ignoring that feeling, she leaves the building.

Y/N and her men are fighting against the Avengers. Two days have passed since she saw Wanda, but nothing changed after that. She told the men her position with Wanda and the rest of the Avengers. They were annoyed at first, but let it go, if it didn’t interfere with their job, everything would be okay.

The mission was going well, Y/N killed one more name on the list with no Avenger in sight when something happened. She doesn’t know what went wrong, but it seems like one of the newer men at the distraction spot ratted them out. And now, she had to fight her friends who didn’t know they were fighting her and her girlfriend who did now, and it showed. She purposely avoided using her magic near Y/N.

They were outnumbered, they weren’t supposed to be, but everyone’s fighting skills were somehow worse today. It made Y/N worried, she couldn’t let her family get caught or killed.

Suddenly her eyes lock with Stefan’s. He is hiding behind a wall. She sees him lifting up his gun and fire. For a second, Y/N didn’t know who he was aiming at, until she heard Wanda’s cries as she stared at her.

Wanda rushes to Y/N’s side, grabbing her before she hits the floor. The rest of the Avengers stop fighting, giving the men a chance to run away. Y/N stares at the bloody spot on her stomach.

“No, no.” Wanda throws away the mask. The Avengers let out gasps and other sounds of confusion and worry. “You’re okay, it’s okay, you’ll be fine.” Wanda rambles as she presses her own hands on Y/N’s wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

Y/N stares at her. Even in a situation like this she was so beautiful.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers. “I should’ve told you earlier, I should’ve let you talk me out of it.”

“Don’t say that, you still have time. Could I get some help over here!” Wanda’s voice booms through the echoey room, making the others snap out of their initial shock. “You’ll be fine, my love. Everything will be okay.”

She smiles, nodding. She knows she wouldn’t survive, the bullet hit her in a critical spot. But for now, she could pretend, for Wanda’s sake. She’ll be okay. If she’s in Wanda’s hands she’ll always be okay.

“I love you.” She whispers as she closes her eyes.

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Bewitched

I say fuck writing schedule m’rite hahaHa...

Dynamic: Yan!witch hunter x witch darling

Summary: You get captured by the village’s witch hunter but he might just let you live if you prove to be useful.

tw: nsfw, non-con, threats, mention of religous themes (God, Devil, etc), kindapping, obsessive/possessive behavior, slight violence, degradation, vulgar language

You could hear something. It was different from the sweet songs of the birds early in the morning or the restless howl of the wolves just before the clock hit midnight. And the smell was different too. There were no daisies, roses, magnolia or herbs to cleanse the air from the nasty smell of humans. Your clothes reeked of someone unknown, someone mortal and cruel, foolish down to their heart. Your hands were tightly bound, your shoulders pushed back in a way it was hard to feel the energy running in your own veins. There was a leather blindfold over your eyes, dulling your senses until you felt like nothing more than an animal trapped in a cage. As soon as despair managed to find its way into your lungs he entered the room and you knew instantly it had been him who had captured you.

"You are awake." The man noted quietly as his heavy yet careful steps got louder, closer. Soon his hand was resting on your thigh, drawing small pictures, initials, anything to throw you off balance and keep your mind closed and your inner vision too blurry to focus more on killing him and less on the shame his touch brought. "The village paid me to kill you. We know you are a filthy creature of the night." He spoke trough his teeth in a eery, off-putting way. You could feel the cold sharp end of his silver dagger poking at your exposed collarbone, near to your neck. One inch away from a fatal wound, one move away from taking your life forever.

"Go on then." You taunted the hunter while licking your scarlet lips, your heartbeat still violent with no sign of slowing down any time soon. "Kill me." You whispered despite the fear tearing at your insides like a wild beast. The blade suddenly pressed harder against your skin, enough to make you still frozen but lacking the actual strength to pierce. The human knelt down next to you, never dropping the deadly weapon from its sacred spot on your vulnerable neck. "You are a witch. The Devil's own spawn and blood. I just can't let you live among us." The man uttered quickly like a curse yet made no attempt to move the edge deeper. And you wanted to tell him everything about the sisterhood and the way all of you lived in peace and quiet until the villagers started killing off your friends for existing. The way you loved nature and harmony and despised violence, but of course the human would never listen to a dirty sorceress, a witch. So you just stayed there motionless on the ground, reconciled with your terrifying fate and its twisted ways.

Meanwhile the hunter let the dagger penetrate into the warm flesh, drawing a few drops of fresh blood, and it dripped onto the floor like a brook of suffering. But the man was hesitating - his palms were sweaty and his eyes were hazy, he was unsure. After a few painful moments of indecisiveness he finally pulled the blade away and threw it in the dark corner of the room. The following silence filled the space with tension so heavy it could suffocate until the villager opened his mouth. "You have seduced me with this unholy body of yours." Adam said sternly and clenched his fists. "That's why I can't kill you." His voice was low and dangerous yet desperate and defeated. "I saw you back then in the forest." He started off as his hand traveled to your cheek and stroked it gently. "You were dancing around and picking flowers. You looked so pure and beautiful - like an angel. I couldn't stop watching you." The hunter confessed quietly and you felt his cold lips on yours. The kiss was bitter, soaked with the humiliation of his advances and the knowledge he had you at his mercy. "Damn your evil magic for making me feel this way". The man dragged his teeth through your lower lip and bit down in anger, moaning into the forced act of fake intimacy.

He pushed you down aggressively, the ropes digging into your bruised flesh even more now. You couldn't move your limbs at all and you felt too tired to argue or yell at the man. It was clearer than a day that he was obsessed with you but it was far from your doing. If you had known just how easily humans became fascinated by beauty and youth you would have thought twice before using their forest as a home. And as much as you wanted to curse the cruel man forever your heart just couldn't let you harm someone with a beating heart. You were stuck and he was touching you everywhere with a palm so warm it felt like wax on your sensitive skin. Your long black dress was ripped to shreds and all the red beads from your necklace were rolling on the floor as a mockery to your title. You were stripped down to your bones and left with nowhere to hide from the monster trying to break you. The energy in your body was gray and filthy, too weak to do more than upset you even further.

"I am going to make you mine tonight. I will use you like the dirty pagan slut you are." Adam cupped your breasts together in a swift move and you shivered at the contact of flesh. His words were painful and didn't help ease the fact that it was the first time someone had touched you in such a private place. In no time your eyes had filled with tears you were too proud to spill but too scared to hold back. "Aww, are you crying, wench? Go on, cry some more for me. When I'm done with you no one will want you. You'll be ruined for anyone other than me." He cooed at you and took hold of your naked legs, spreading them apart which caused you to break down in a pitiful mess of tears, snot and hushed breathes. "You should be greatful I am letting you live. If you weren't so beautiful I would have killed you in an instance." The hunter kept going, his voice low and deprived, his hot fingers brushing against your belly, the disgusting feeling in your guts making your chest tighten, caging your bleeding heart inside. "You are lucky I like taming wild animals." He continued harshly, a crazy look in his enlarged pupils so blue and clear, yet so intimidating and suffocating to its victims.

You inhaled sharply in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves and begged the villager with any strength left in your trembling body. "Please stop, please, for the love of the universe, just don't do it, just let me go and you shall never see me again." In reply the man simply smirked maliciously and licked his lips as he positioned himself over your open, exposed folds. His hands were rough and grabby, roaming over your frame and groping, digging, pinching every little curve. You prayed to both nature and the Gods above someone would come and take you away from this nightmare but to no avail. "No one will save you, witch. If they find you, you're dead, so you better be nice and quiet like a corpse while I take you." Adam spat out with poison and without any warning thrust his massive manhood into your tight entrance. The pain was sharp and piercing, white and hot. This time you started crying out loud in despair finally having realized you were truly alone. The humans wanted nothing more than to see you burn and now you were getting punished for being different.

The man didn't spare you any moment of suffering. He would place wet kisses all over your body, bite at the soft flesh until red and scratch any time he felt the need to hear your miserable whines. "Look at the way I'm splitting you open on my cock, you are so damn tight. I wouldn't have guessed you were a virgin if you weren't bleeding like a little bitch." Adam chuckled darkly and hit your cervix over and over again until the pain turned into something else you were too ashamed to name. "If you ever try to tempt someone else with this sinful body of yours I'll fucking kill you." The man cursed under his breath and brought two finger over your clit, stroking it gently and drawing cicles. You threw your head back at the sudden jolt of pleasure and closed your eyes, trying to distance your mind from what was being forcefully done to your anatomy.

"You feel so good around my cock, so pretty with your tits bouncing every time I pound into you. I love you so much." The hunter suddenly uttered as he slowed down the pace, driving into you with careful thrusts before going back to roughly shoving his length into your sensitive hole. "Say it back." He ordered lowly and smashed his lips on yours pushing his wet tongue all the way in, his hands messaging your breasts and toying with the stiff little nipples on top. You gained the courage to shake your head no so the villager wrapped his fist around your slender neck, giving it a light squeeze as a warning. You had no choice but to mumble a soft "I love you." when your survival instincts took over your dignity. Your sweet broken voice was enough to send the man over the edge and he came violently in your tight channel while whsipering all sorts of terrible, filthy words into your ear.

You thought the torture was finally over but your hopes were quickly shattered when Adam pressed his fingers over your overestimulated bud and flicked it around, your mind finding it hard to copperhead the intense pleasure after the pain. "Cum for me, wench." He commanded you harshly and kept playing with your love button until your pussy clamped down and you experienced your first orgasm at the hands of a filthy, egotistical human.

The male stroked your hair gently but still didn't move to undo the ropes keeping you restrained on the hard floor. "I've always wanted you." The hunter admitted in the next moment. You wondered whether you wanted him to shut up or keep rambling to distract you from the shame and humiliation. Your eyes were red and puffy from the sobbing and your head pulsated with dull pain. "I'll never let them catch you." Adam reassured you quietly as he drew small circles on your arm with his knuckles. "I will keep you forever, my love. It doesn't matter that you have succumbed to the Devil because from now own you are only going to serve me." He kissed your neck softly.

"I'll become your God."

#yandere #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere smut #yandere oneshot #yancore #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x you #male yandere x you #yandere witch hunter #witch darling

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mxvladdy · 3 years

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Hi, I love your writings 💜 and wanted to suggest a prompt, but if it won't hit you or if your requests are closed than feel free to ignore.

What if MC will forget the brother and that they are in relationship (it can be as side effect of some spell /potion etc, but it will last for quite some time, no one knows how long). How brothers will react on that? What they will do to make MC fall in love again, or will they do anything at all? Or they decide that it's the chance to change everything? What if MC won't love them again? I don't know if that can be angsty (I want some angst), or you can do whatever style you find appropriate. Anyway, if you don't feel like doing for 7 brothers you can do only for brothers of your choice (who you feel comfortable to write about, but maybe Lucifer, Mammon and Beel?? ).

Thank you! And have a good day or night!

A/N: 80000 years and a day later I post lol ;.;. Sorry for the wait! I tried something new with this, hope you like :)

So I was going to drop all three at the same time but it turned into 20+ pages of work. So I will post in 3 separate parts since they all turned into beefy boys... Much like their counterparts >:)

Hope you like it!!!

Part One of Three: Lucifer

Magic is a beautiful and powerful thing. It permeates the Devildom like an eternal fog. For the residents, it is as common as breathing. From the strongest of their kind down to the lowest inhabitants, it is integral to their culture and daily life. Mistakes and accidents happen daily with young and old alike learning or experimenting. Magical rebounds and mishaps mean very little to them, especially the brothers. From the Celestial Realms down, they have seen it all.

Sometimes they forget that to you, magic can be a volatile and dangerous.

The crackle of energy and the acrid taste of sour magic on his tongue are his only warnings before things went south. He reaches for you, strong arms moving to shield you from the blowback of energy discharging around you both. Lucifer crouches, turning his back to the explosion to cover you from the debris and dust raining down. The rebound of the failed spell washes over him for a moment turning his stomach on impact. A heavy miasma coats the room. It weighs down his wings momentarily before disappearing as quickly as it had come.

Once the dust settles, the room fills with light-hearted teasing and jabs at the inept caster. Whatever chastising remark he had stuck to his tongue. When he looks down at you the air seizes his lungs in horror. You were heavy and unresponsive in his arms, eyes closed and face slack. Physically, he could see nothing wrong with you, no hair unkempt or dust on your uniform. He shakes you trying in vain to rouse you.

He doesn’t remember fleeing the room with you clutched tight to his chest nor the shouts of his confused brothers all he could focus on was your limp body cradled in his. You weren’t waking up. None of his magic was working, and you were still sleeping. It was like looking down at his brothers all over again. The feeling of dread, of helplessness, had him staggering. You were like his little Lilith all over again, another failure in his unending life span.

The healer's answers do nothing but anger him. Diavolo’s weak speculations drive him into a frenzy. Wait, they want him to wait. For how long was anyone's guess. They say that you just need rest, the human body is unaccustomed to such stresses. That though your body is weak, a human’s spirit is strong. You’ll recover-he had to trust that you would heal on your own. Trust… he had so little of that left to begin with, but he had he gave to you.

He couldn’t lose you. Couldn’t lose this small flicker of hope you brought into his life, of happiness. He didn’t want to be alone again.

So he waits, a permanent sentinel by your bedside. He sits in silence stuck with his sins. His rough hewn palms cover your small hand to warm your cooling finger tips. He strokes them with callused fingers. He contemplates all the little things he could have done differently while he waits. Hells, what he should have done differently. Spells at the best of times were unruly and dangerous and in the hands of a novice? He shakes his head squeezing your hand. He was so stupid to have let you take that course. Why hadn’t he told that weak pissant of a demon off for trying such an incantation? Or at least to take it outside. Was he that bad of a protector? Of a lover? Deep down he wants to be angry at you. That this somehow was all your fault, with your puny human constitution and defenses. He wants to blame you but the moment passes with a gut-twisting sense of guilt and almost shame.

The days move on unceasingly, the clock on your wall mocking him with every steady tick and turn of the hand. With each moon that passes his simmering anger and wounded pride cools to an ice cold fear in his veins. The healers stopped showing up daily, they were at a loss like the rest of them.

No one would say it, least of all around him, but he heard it travel down the halls like an unwelcome guest. The whispered sympathy, the soft admissions of acceptance. He blocks them out, his world narrowing down to nothing but your icy hand and weak pulse. Your room begins to turn into his. His paperwork fills your desk, while he holds meeting over the phone. One hand clutching his phone to his ear and his other always touching you. No one but him is going to take care of you. He refuses help, turning down Diavolo’s increasing offers and pleas of support.

He turns them down each and every time. He will take care of you.

Yet, no matter how much he tends to you and researches you remain inert.

It’s maddening, he was suffocating under the weight. Finally he tips. One night drunk and desperate in his destroyed room he does the last thing he could think of.

The hardwood of his bedroom is unforgiving under his knees. The cold of it soaks through his pants and the harsh grain digs into his skin. But he doesn’t care, he wasn’t looking for absolution anymore, he was begging for your salvation.

It burns him bowing like this. His pride lashes out, roaring like the untamed beast it was as he dives deep searching within himself to find the tattered remains of his former self. Each second with his eyes closed and head bent was tortuous as his pleas fill the oppressive silence of the room. No matter the discomfort of the moment he can only think of you. No cost was too steep to have you open your eyes again.

Lucifer should have known going back to his father would be a mistake. Nothing was ever simple with them, everything was by their rules and their way. Not even being the once most favored son could fix that. Your eyes open, sure. They are hazy with confusion, but also bright and full of life. You were back.

Papers forgotten Lucifer approaches you like he would a wounded animal. He stares in disbelief for a moment before succumbing to his need to hold you. “Amata-” He breathes out in relief into your neck squeezing you closer to him. Lucifer pulls away when he notices you not embracing him back. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. You just took me by surprise is all.” You rub your eyes and smile wearily. “What did I do to deserve such a good morning hug?”

His smile fades, hearts sinking. “Do you not remember?”

“Remember?” Hmmm. You look around you at the clutter of your room. “I- remember being in class, then you over me.” Something must have happened, but for the life of you, you couldn’t recall. He fills you in leaving small blanks hoping to see some recognition in your bewitching eyes. But you sit, nodding along taking his word as gospel truth. “Wow.” You lean back on your pillows. To be asleep for so long, you had so much work to catch up on. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

There was an odd look in his eyes before he nods, rising to his feet. “Of course… for you, anything.” He flees then, choking back a sea of emotions to go fetch a healer to look you over. It was as he expected. You were whole and healthy again, back to your old wonderful self. Except for him. Did you truly remember none of him? Have you really forgotten how he held you at night when you were able to tear him from his works.

How could you forget the words he would whisper to you as you drifted off long after the candles had been snuffled out, the sweat had cooled on your skin, and your limbs loose and tangled with his? Would you ever remember the way he would watch you at school? How he would search for you and watch you with vigilante and hungry eyes. You were not his little lamb anymore. Even after everything he had lost you.

It was what he bargained for with his father it seemed.

He calls a meeting soon after informing his brothers and the Prince of your condition without telling them of his speculations as to why. “We will say nothing.” He speaks standing rigidly while the room erupts with confusion around him.

“Why not tell them?” Beelzebub asked brows drawn low in concern.

“And say what?” Lucifer rubs at his nose pinching the bridge tightly already feeling a dull throbbing growing underneath. “What would it change?” He leaves it at that and retreats to his room. He looks at his dusty chambers and broken furniture from his explosive temper. It is so cold again without you there. This is how it must be. The thought brings a broken whine from his lips. Tt soaks through his leather gloved hand, refusing to be shoved down. He didn’t want to believe he was so forgettable, that something as intimate as his trust and love was so weak in your soul. He had thought surely he had ingrained himself deeper than that. You were in his mind.

He turns to his private libraries that night, looking for any scrap of information he could find. Perhaps the threads of him were there within you, maybe they just needed to be mended. He often forgot how malleable the human mind was, how easily things can just slip from them. Each book on the topic started promisingly enough before piddling off to a dead-end or debunked hypothesis.

He hunts down the student that had fired the spell. If he knew the original purpose of the spell maybe he could recreate the reaction? No, yet another dead end.

He comes to realize one night sitting hunched over on the grimy floor that either your mixed blood had altered the spell's intentions or the fact that since you were not in your original timeline it had changed something deeper within you that none of them had taken into consideration. Or, perhaps-just maybe he truly did make a deal with Father.

Devil below, he hoped that wasn’t true. How ironic it would be that the first time they had heard his pleas to only answer it with more pain and punishment. Either way, he must accept this...eventually.

“You know, if you keep frowning like that it’ll leave permit winkles.” Lucifer ignores his brother, not glancing up from his journals to entertain him. He had recently found more old tomes deep in his studies. “Luci.” Multi-colored nails block his view of his documents.

“Move Asmodeus. I will not ask again.”

Asmo frowns but moves his hand back to his hip. “You need to breathe brother. Take a minute for yourself.” Lucifer snorts dismissively, flipping to the next page. Asmo sighs deeply, his old bones rattling with the heavy gust of air. “You know you won’t find anything in there. We’ve all tried, you know? Read up on fruitless leads and scoured the depths of the catacombs too. Satan’s hands are a mess from rummaging through his books.” He swallows thickly. “Perhaps it is time.”

“Time for what?” Lucifer rises to his impressive height towering over his smaller brethren. “I do not like what you are implying Sakhr.” Asmo flinches, he hates that damn name. He calms the simmering rage underneath his well kept skin. Lucifer was hurting, he lashes out blindly when he is. He always suffers alone.

“I’m not implying anything. We just want-” Lucifer laughs, the hollow sound pulls at the emptiness within Lust’s heart.

“What would you know of my wants?” His ruby eyes lock with Asmo’s. It was a mistake. Lucifer’s presence was imposing at the best of times, but as mad as he was now it was a knee jerk reaction from Asmo to put his guard up. It was a strong defensive mechanism that Asmo took special care not to let slip, but as Lucifer approaches him shoulder hunching and chest puffing up in anger. It took only a moment for his defenses to take over, eyes locking Lucifer saw exactly what he wanted reflected back at him.

He didn’t know what Lucifer saw but he could see the absolute agony etching into his older brother's glassy eyes with each second. Asmo steps back breaking eye contact with a gasp, the trance between them breaking. “I-I’m sorry!” He trembles.

Lucifer says nothing but raises a shaking finger while he collects himself. Finally, he looks up, face impassive once more. He shakes his head and points to the two chairs in front of his desk. A wordless order that Asmo takes. Asmodeus watches Lucifer busy himself with a decanter, broad back turned to him. “You meant no harm,” Lucifer says, voice tight. He turns back with two glasses in hand. “ I-my aggression was unnecessary.” He offers Asmo a glass before sitting back in his throne-like chair with a grunt. They drink in silence.

Asmo swirls the spicy drink around his tongue thinking hard. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He thought he could make things better by offering a shoulder or ear, perhaps tell Lucifer that you were doing well. You didn't seem to notice the hole at the table or in the classroom where Lucifer used to join you and the rest of them to eat or study. They had missed seeing him look so at peace around them. Everything had reverted back to like it was when you first arrived between the two of you, and it was affecting everyone. “Talk to me?” Lucifer blinks.

“And say what?” He peers at his empty glass before grabbing the decanter. “I’m fine? I have meetings piling up and I frankly don’t give a damn anymore. Or the fact that I have yet to cancel the table I had reserved for our anniversary dinner?” His last words waver dangerously before he burns them away with a large gulp of his drink. He sees the look in Asmo’s honey-colored eyes when he looks up. “I don’t need pity.”

Asmodous sniffs, waving away the thought. “Please. We all know better than that. I just want to check on you, and perhaps give you an idea?”

“What idea could you have that I have not thought of?” He asks curiously. Asmo lights up leaning in.

“What if we’ve been going about this the wrong way? We’ve been looking at magic to solve this when the answer was in front of us the whole time. Humans aren’t used to magic, so why look to it for the solution?”

“I don’t follow.” Lucifer puts his glass down leaning back in his chair. Was science what he needed to look at? He had tried that, had talked to human doctors and surgeons that owed him “favors”. They were as unhelpful as the rest.

“We are thinking like demons! We have to think like a human, woo them again. You did it once, surely their attraction wasn’t wiped out, just their memories.” Ahh. Lucifer shakes his head. He had thought of that, staring at himself in the mirror. Many nights were filled with the nagging fears of defeat. If his father had a hand in your recovery could he even be allowed to try again? Lucifer looks back at all the things he said those nights kneeling by your side. It was foolish, what even contract he might have accidentally made had too many open ends, too many half wishes, and clauses.

“I’m afraid I have already thought of that my brother.”

“Then why haven’t you tried? Have you given up?” Asmo is met with silence. “Does that mean the rest of us have a chance?” He gets the reaction he was looking for then. Lucifer’s form shutters, a full body twitch as his body blurs around the edges in warning. “Seems to me like you haven’t given up yet. So what is stopping you.”

Lucifer crumbles under his brother’s worried gaze. Perhaps he could divulge his worry, just this once. “I asked father Az.”

Asmo gasps in surprise, eyes wide in disbelief, then dawning realization. “You think They did this?” Lucifer shrugged, running a hand through his disheveled locks. “They wouldn’t-they couldn’t...could they?” None of the brothers knew what their father was up to anymore, nor if They were even still able to track them. It was an ever present cloud of stress over all of them. While they trusted Diavolo and his protection, the nagging fear was never-ending.

“This is perfect!” Asmo claps his hands together. Lucifer stares at him in confusion. Lust’s smile grew toothy and dangerous. “Do you know what this means?”

“No.” His younger brother snorts looking down at his nails. His mind was running a mile a minute. For as organized and crafty as Lucifer is, he sure had his moments.

“Think about it. If Father did meddle then you have to try courting them again. Defying Father is a talent!” Asmo claps his hands in giddy delight. “Wouldn’t it just chafe their linens if you got back together?”

“And what if They didn’t meddle?”

“Then what do you have to lose?” Lucifer laughs. It was breathy and lifeless at the start but grew in intensity as Asmo’s words sunk in. Why was it when he said it it made sense?

“As devious as ever Az.” Lucifer smiles. Yes, he could win you back easily and reclaim his pride all in one fell swoop. “Thank you for reminding me of who I am.” They were troublemakers, the lot of them and it was time for him to prove it once more that he was the worst of them.

He starts the next day dressing down for once in his long life. He wears an outfit you always complement tucked neatly into a pair of dress slacks you bought him after a date gone awry. He smirked, remembering the tight squeeze of your hand on him on the drive home. The friction of your palm on the smooth material...he tipped his dry cleaner extra that night. “Good morning.” He purrs out in greeting taking his seat at the head of the table. The few brothers around the table freeze for a moment, keen eyes darting from him to where you sat still eating as if nothing had changed. Asmodeus shot him a wink.

“Morning.” You chirp back around your spoon. “It’s good to see you back at the table. Finally got a break from work?” The demons hold their collective breath.

“Yes, you can say that I came to a revelation of sorts.” He hums into his mug.

From that point on no matter what corner you turn on Lucifer was there. A pleasant smile on his lips and an offer of aid. “Thank you for the help!” You drop the large stack of books on your desk with a satisfied grunt. “You know- even though our pack is still somewhat new, if you need help with your work I’d be glad to give you a hand too!”

“Would you?” He hides his predatory grin under his hand. “ Some of the matters I have to attend to will require some long, hard work. It may take up some of your nights.” The flush that graces your cheeks and the warm buzz from his pact mark make him giddy.

“I’m willing.”

Slowly he begins to pull you back into his world. He leaves well placed hints of your past together scattered around his workspace. Your favorite Devildom blooms and treats always seem to be around when you come to offer your help in the evening. He slips old pet names into daily conversations as you scribble notes and transcribe letters for him by the soft light of his desk lamp. Pacing himself was never so hard before in his life. Was he finally cracking through? Or were you falling for him again? It was a heady rush to be sure, the mix of anticipation and thrill of such earthly courting made him realize many things he didn’t see the first time around. He learns all over again just what he loved about you.

He had forgotten how patient you were around him and with his siblings. Your keen eye and attention to detail reminded him just why he trusted you. You flitted about him picking up things he missed and settling brotherly disputes without him having to waste his breath. It was almost like things were going back to normal, minus the cold sheets beside him at night. But he sticks to his plan, finding pleasure in simply learning about you all over again.

It came to an end sooner than he had expected.

“Enter.” Lucifer calls from his overflowing desk. It was finals time once again and the damages done to school property were picking up dramatically. He heard your fluttering heartbeat before you even entered his domicile. It picks up as you approach.

“Am I interrupting?

Lucifer looks up from his work, a grin growing on his tired face. “For you, never.” You smile back, coming closer. You held a mug of coffee in your hands. The beast within him wanted to raise its hackles in triumph and howl. His life must be a divine comedy. This night is playing out just like it did nearly a year ago. Did you remember too? Or was this just how it always was meant to be?

“I haven’t seen you in a bit, and got concerned.” You fiddle with the handle of the copper mug. Lucifer nods, it was true. He regrettably had to put his plans with you on hold, he had spent so much time scheming he had let a few things build up. “Asmo told me you were hold up in here working, and I thought you could use a pick me up. He-he helped me make you some coffee.”

Ah. It wasn’t the same as the first time, but it was a matter of time before his sibling started meddling again. He takes the cup from your outstretched hand. “Thank you, this is much appreciated.” You glow under his praise taking a seat by his side.

“Need any help?” You eye the stack of papers with interest. “I’ve gotten pretty good at reading the fine print.”

“Have you now?” He pushes a small stack of papers towards you. “Very well, I would love your company again.” You take the work with a nod eager to spend time with him again. He watches you work, unable to contain his growing smile before looking down at the cup by his side. The tar-black coffee looks back at him. Oh, how he wished to commend his brother and berate him all at once. It is putrid and stomach-churning but he savors it all the same.

“Is it alright?” You pause watching him drink in. You have never seen him so enraptured by a drink before.

“Yes.” It will be.

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hardkuna · 3 years

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› 𝟸𝟼𝟻𝟸 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜

You’ve always had a fascination with sounds and movements. The gentle rustle of a bag being rummaged through often sent a delicate sensation over your scalp, for example. The sensation was similar to fingers ghostling along your hairline, trailing down the back of your neck and continuing down your spine. If the sound or motion were specific enough, goose flesh would prickle your skin in its wake. With it came serenity - a peacefulness that helped lull you into sleep.

Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, or ASMR, is what it was called.

There were, however, some sounds that sent your nerves into a short circuit. Sometimes hearing them would break any attention you’ve devoted to another task, making your thighs squish together ever so slightly. You would be lying if you said you didn’t fantasize while listening to the gentle hush of whispers or the light clicks of a tongue over saliva. The sharp trickle of consonants commanded a strum within you in ways you couldn’t fully explain. You’ve tried with previous lovers, asking to wear headphones and lose yourself in a soundscape, but would come to no avail. Many didn’t understand the interest in the first place, let alone sexually.

That was until you met Sakusa.

(Like yourself, he was one to binge video after video of audio, especially while in a crowded space. He didn’t get the same physical response but it did calm him down and distract him in the ways that only ambient, repetitive noise could.)

There were many nights where you’d lay in bed with headphones in and that particular sound would wrap warm tendrils along your senses. The caress on your spine made your muscles twitch with each subtle click. Sakusa often felt the gentle sway of your hips as you rubbed your legs together in a feeble attempt to rid yourself of the ache between them. Or he took note of the way you take shallow, shaking breaths, struggling to keep your lungs in control. A dry swallow peppered here and there confirmed his suspicions.

One night, Sakusa decided to find out just what was on your phone to make you so aroused. As he reached over you, nudging your phone screen up, he saw it. An asmr video put on repeat of someone speaking closely into the microphones. They moved from side to side, lips moving in ways unread. He hummed to himself, settling the phone back down. One long arm wrapped around you as he tucked your body into his.

All of it was quite baffling. Why wouldn’t you just tell him that something as mundane as mouth sounds or whispering turned you on? Originally, he wanted to refrain from caressing your form until you brought it up to him. He wasn’t in competition with anything. So long as it made you cum, what did it matter to him what you listened to? But then he recalled the stories. One of your ex’s who belittled your interests. Weaker men, truly.

With a plan in mind, Sakusa came to a resolution.

Thumbing through youtube, you aimed to find the perfect video to sleep to. Your back leaned into Sakusa’s chest, comfortably forming to him. There was a peculiar expression he wore, upper lip pursed and brows slightly furrowed. Defensively, you hugged your phone to your chest, cheeks puffing out, “What? What’s that look for?”

“I can do better than them.” His voice vibrated within you, deep and gravely, triggering a sudden chill to lick your core, freezing you in place. The ravenette craned his neck so that his lips rested next to your ear. He let out a little sigh and a small ‘tt’ sound of his lips separating flushed your cheeks.

He scrolled through the videos with you, making small noises as he’d stop at one to read the description and move on. The thing about Sakusa’s hands was that despite the thickness of his lengthy fingers, they moved with a fluid grace. It was bewitching, the smallest sense of comfort and tiredness inching its way into your periphery. Visual triggers were a very specific spell to cast on you.

Small and hushed, you questioned, “Do better in what? Against who?”

Not that you could see from your vantage point, but you could hear the way his lips pulled back into a smile. Or was it a smirk? “Do better at turning you on. Fucking you,” The syllables swam laps around your left ear. His voice dipped and crackled in just the right way to make your back twitch against him at its call. At the first long release of air form your nose, he pulled the device from your fingers and set it at the night stand. His chest pressed you forward as his muscled arm reached for the light, tapping it to the lowest dim.

The hand now found its home at your mid-thigh, the tips of his fingers just barely grazing the bare skin as it danced up, up, up. It pressed on the fabric of your panties at the hip, dragging it slightly before letting it go, “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” He dropped his tone to a whisper, practically pressing his lips to your ear, “How every night you’ve been denying yourself a simple satisfaction?” The hiss of the ‘s’ and click of each consonant triggered your body to move. You pressed into him, crossing one leg over the other in a squeeze.

Sakusa kept speaking, but of nonsensical words made up of nonsensical syllables. His own breath was heavy, lust lacing each sound as your body rhythmically rolled into his. By the redness in your cheeks and the effort to restrain the swirl of your hips against his, he could tell you were trying to be good for him. It was amusing to see how flustered you got that such simple sounds could make you react in this way. He tsk’d thrice, large palm slinking to and then sinking into your inner thigh. Fingers wrapped hard into the flesh, pulling your leg away from its cross.

The motion alone would have had your cunt clench at nothing, but paired with the low lights and entrancing quality of his tone, you were dripping in anticipation. To make matters more complicated, the arm underneath you began to wrap around. He pressed heavily into your breast and let the warmth of his palm be the only signal for you to tilt your chin up for further purchase of your throat.

You were trapped into him, feeling his cock harden through his sweats at your back. Sakusa muttered into you, “Is this what you’ve wanted?” He hooked your leg around his, propping you open for his fingers to prattle up to the lining of your panties, “For me to whisper close to you? You’ve held back from me, baby. I don’t like that.” The fingers around your throat squeezed at the words and you bit your lip to cage the mewl threatening to leave them.

His forearm pressed into your chest, keeping you locked into place against him. He made it damn well apparent that you were in his control. And god you needed him to stop fucking around! The way he teased with a single finger, so lightly slipping up and down your slit was torturous. Sakusa let a low groan out as he rocked his hips against your ass in time with each teasing slide. He loved the desperate pulse of your heat every time he passed the entrance. He adored your high whine when he just barely touched on your puffy clit. Your body ached in wanton need and suddenly you regretted every night you went without being filled.

Weakly, your left arm wandered up so that dainty fingers slid into black waves lapping at the sands of his neck. He planted a small kiss along your cheekbone. With a bit of a devious streak, his lips carried back to the shell of your ear, where the tip of his tongue languidly traced the curve. His fingers nudged away the fabric of your panties. The pad of his index made circles against the quiver of your entrance. You shuddered in response, mouth opening just enough for a drawn and annoyed moan to escape, “Saa- ah!” The first breath you took, he pulled his finger back, slipping over the nub of nerves begging for his attention. Your sharp change in pitch was music to his ears. An instrument for him to play a tune of pleasure.

All the while, he continued to mutter nonsense into your ear, drowning you with the sounds you craved to engulf you. Your mind swam at each sense slowly being taken by him. His voice filling your mind with filth and praise. His body pressed so tight against yours that his warmth overpowered your own. Even your hands grasped at whatever surface of him they could find. Your existence was Sakusa Kiyoomi. Just how he wanted it to be.

Pleasure snaked into his insides with your grinding hips, his own following their rhythm. Cock twitch angrily, jealous of the finger that swirled still at your entrance. His lungs caught as the sticking sound of slick weeping onto his hand echoed. It was a gentle sound that he wanted to push farther. This was barely all his effort yet.

For as much as Bokuto or Atsumu could brag about getting their lovers to cum as fast and as many times as possible, Sakusa preferred the long and arduous route. He wanted begging. He wanted you so frustrated by your own desires that you couldn’t think of anything other than his cock stretching your gummy walls. He could rut you out from the start, but the way you drew his name out when you were at a breaking point was sheer decadence.

Sakusa was enamored by the beautiful glass sheen of your eyes as he agonizingly pressed the tip of his finger into your heat. You blinked a frustrated tear that clung to your lashes, lips prettily swollen from the abuse of your teeth. You were close, but stubborn. His own sex ached to be in you, his mind caught up in the fantasy of it. He growled, “How do you manage to stay so quiet when you’re swallowing up my fingers? I want to hear you. U-use your words, brat.” His brows twitched as the satisfying throb of you against his fingers.

Frustrated grappled with the words. His composure was crackling. Your mouth fell open at his admission, mind beginning to fog as his finger pressed fully into you, “Oomii,” your whine was throaty, barely squeezing past tense vocal chords, “just, ah- I want- your cock!”

“Where, baby?” The words were made in efficient haste. He would have chuckled when your hips roughly rubbed into his had he not been throbbing to be in you so urgently.

“In me. Now. Please, please,” Your pleading repeated into muddled huffs as his thumb drew circles on your clit. That was the last straw. Desperation drew your hand from his hair and to his pants. Your back arched to accommodate the room as you slinked your hand through his waistband to pull his length out.

In a succinct motion, you wet your hand with saliva, and pumped him twice. A deliciously loud, “Hng!” vaulted past his open lips, which pressed hungered kisses onto your jaw. The hand at your throat now cupped your breast, teasing the sensitive bud in its grasp. His mouth littered violent along the freed and smooth surface. Fingers slipped from your cunt and occupied themselves with your clit instead, tapping lazily, “My pretty baby is so responsive. So sensitive-“ His lips moved along your colored nape.

You shimmied up, aligning him at the entrance and letting go once his tip pressed firmly at your arousal. You couldn’t wait. You didn’t want to wait. Sakusa’s teeth sank into your shoulder. He wouldn’t let you just pull him around. Swiftly, he tugged you on your knees, fingers digging into the crease that thigh made with hip. The tip of his cock eagerly shoved past your twitching entrance. All that teasing, keeping you right at the cusp per his will built to this. Your eyes glazed as your walls stretched to accommodate him. Every small movement felt like a mile slide, sparking fire quick in your core. Legs shook with impatience.

Sure, his composure may have crumbled, leaving behind raw instinct to kiss at your cervix, but he still snapped you back with his movements forward. He still held you up with strong, calloused palms as your legs threatened to collapse. In only a few strokes, your walls clamped down on him, pulling him greedily back for every stroke out. You could feel the nails of orgasm claw its way from your walls to your throat, a beast ready to escape a cage holding it for far too long. Your fist balled the once pristine-pressed sheets beneath you.

Every muscle in your body tense, chaining back what threatened to unleash. Sakusa ran a hand through messied locks, pushing them back to admire the beauty of your blissed out expression. He leaned forward, left hand now entangling in your hair while the right rubbed your clit. He rutted mercilessly into you, a crisp and wet smack then stick filling the four walls around you. You wailed, “C-cum now puh-lease?”

Rough, careful, and managed, Sakusa tugged you onto your hands, leaning over you so only his voice took residence within your mind, “Mhm, but I want to hear you scream.” His breath hitched as you released. Your throat burned with a loud, low, and uncontrolled howl of his name. Every once tensed muscle spasmed so that the only thing keeping you up was the adjusted grip Kiyoomi had on you. From your hair, his arm supported your torso and pulled your back close to his chest in a kneel. He pumped through your orgasm, burying his nose into the crook of your neck as his own body wracked itself free of pent-up pleasure that curled at his stomach. A swallowed hummed filled the space between the two of you as his cock pulsed against your twitching walls, ropes of hot cum coating you from the inside and dripping out as he unsheathed.

Strong arms wrapped around you in an embrace as he flopped onto his back on the bed. Rapid pants conversed back and forth. Reality came back to you in slow pieces, recollecting like shattered porcelain glued by gold. Coming to was always the roughest part, even if the session wasn’t exactly the hardest. Kiyoomi kept his lips on your forehead, deliberately ignoring the sweat trickling on it and the cum spilling onto his thigh and bed. His large hand rubbed circles at your back and in turn, your fingers traced shapes along his chest.

Just as his own mind cleared, he grabbed the phone from the nightstand and clicked on a video he knew you liked. While the audio wasn’t exactly the same without headphones, you both collected your wits to the gentle sounds of wood-surface tapping. When you called his name, peering up through thick lashes, he felt his heart clench. Your voice was soft and filled with exhaustion, “Thank you. I love you. A lot. I mean it. So much.” You cooed at him, mumbling your praise and adoration. He returned each on in some way, whether it be a small “love you too” or a light press of his lips to your temple.

He had a goal to tear down the fear that he’d judge you like the others may have. To you, he not only tore the notion down, he disintegrated it to nothing.

The thing is, Sakusa Kiyoomi, the man who seldom spoke past commands during sex, just devoted an entire session based on the sound of his voice for you.

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canary3d-obsessed · 3 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 18, second part

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Stuff) (Previous Post)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Hey OP where’s the funny header gif for this post? Sorry, it was murdered by an angst demon and the framing of these shots.

My Found Family Came to Find Me

Continuing our flashback from last time, we see Baby Wei Ying up a tree, refusing to come down because he's afraid there are dogs. Eventually he falls out of the tree, like a dumbass a child, and Yanli tries but fails to catch him.

Unlike his grownup counterpart, Baby Wei Ying doesn't pretend he's unhurt when he is hurt. I'd like to put the change at Yu Ziyuan's door, but actually he admits to being hurt during his Gusu summer - he mimics Lan Zhan's stoicism when they're getting beaten, but it doesn't come naturally to him, and he whines a lot afterwards.

By the time of the Animatronic Dog incident, however, he's laughing off obvious injuries that have secret trauma behind them. By the time he comes back, coreless, from the burial mounds, he won't confide in anyone about his hurts any more, except possibly Wen Qing.

Yanli carries Wei Ying, in a sequence that will be echoed much later in his life when Lan Zhan carries him (gifset here). While they head back, she tells him that Jiang Cheng has a bad temper and to ignore whatever mean things he says. This will also be echoed in the future, when Wei Wuxian says it to Lan Zhan after their argument with Jiang Cheng in the shrine.

Yanli also explains that Jiang Cheng loved his dogs and that he's been very sad since Jiang Fengmian sent them away, demonstrating once again that Jiang Fengmian is a terrible father. Yanli says that Jiang Cheng will be happy to have a friend with him, though. This kind of makes Wei Wuxian's role in Jiang Cheng's life "replacement dog."

Jiang Cheng, after getting over this particular snit, got worried about Wei Wuxian and woke up Yanli to find him, and then went wandering around in the dark like a dumbass a child, and is banged up and crying when the other two find him. Yanli encourages him to apologize to Wei Wuxian and he does, which will not happen again until the very end of the show.

They all smile and laugh together, as Wei Ying looks to Yanli to guide him through the insanity that his life has suddenly become.

(more behind the cut!)

They head back to Lotus Pier in a sweet montage of walking and smiling together, with Jiang Cheng carrying the world's most beautiful candle holder with the world's most wind-resistant candle in it, to light their way back. Back in the present day for a brief moment, Jiang Cheng pretends to sleep and listens to his sister insisting that the three of them should always stay together, while a single tear rolls down the side of his face.

Soup is Love, Chapter 1 of 1000

Then we head to the past again. In Jiang Cheng & Wei Ying's now-shared room, Wei Ying sits on the bed trying to figure out how to deal with his grumpy new roommate.

Wei Ying is unsure what to do when confronted with pajama game this strong. Tiny Jiang Cheng is already a fashion king.

Then he tells Jiang Cheng he's not going to narc him out to the clan leader, since it was his own fault that he hurt his leg. This is all Jiang Cheng needs to hear to decide Wei Ying is all right, and he says that he will help Wei Ying chase away dogs in the future. In fact, Wei Wuxian will protect Jiang Cheng from punishment basically forever, while Jiang Cheng will continue to threaten Wei Wuxian with dogs...forever.

They shake hands on their new understanding and then jump up and down laughing, Wei Ying's leg being all better now, apparently. When Yanli arrives (carrying a tray of...can you guess? I'll let you guess), they stop jumping. Wei Ying dives in to give Jiang Cheng a little tickle/embrace in an adorable moment that would have me saying "oh, my ovaries!" if I hadn't surgically sent my ovaries to hell a few years ago.

Yanli introduces Wei Ying to the emotional and gustatorial miracle that is her lotus and ribs soup. He hesitates a long time before tucking in because he's so unused to being fed.

Consent? I Don’t Even Know Her

The flashback wraps up with Yanli conked out on the table from the drugs in the incense burner, while Wei Wuxian, who is somehow unaffected despite sitting almost as close to the smoke as she was, checks on her. Jiang Cheng and his Uggs period-appropriate sock thingies get out of bed to come stand with Wei Wuxian, and have feelings about sending Yanli away after she JUST said she doesn't want to be parted from them.

Wei Wuxian: If she didn't want us to do this, she shouldn't have signed that blanket consent-to-medical-treatment form. Jiang Cheng: Wen Qing made me sign one of those plus a durable power of attorney, is that bad?

This episode is all about people overriding each others' agency and making massively important decisions without the consent of the people who will be affected. But in a feudal context, it's not a violation, no matter how it feels to the person being controlled. In feudal life, your body belongs to your lord -- your sect leader, in the world of CQL. Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng's choices are overridden by their clan leader's final command to Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian's core is arguably Jiang Fengmian's property--Wei Wuxian certainly sees it that way, just as his hand was Yu Ziyuan's to take if she wished.

The brothers tenderly tuck Yanli into bed in the rolly cart and hand her off to Song Lan. They talk about how important it is to get her to Lanling and that she's probably going to be mad, as they thank Song Lan for helping them.

Yanli listens while she sleeps and, in what is becoming a trademark Jiang move, lets a single tear roll down the side of her face. Jiang Cheng points out that Yanli never gets mad at Wei Wuxian and Wei Wuxian is like, true dat.

How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?

Song Lan is always so emotional about every damn thing, I love him. Here he's like OH GOD NO DON'T FORMALLY THANK ME! STOP!!!

Then he starts to ask Wei Wuxian to pass a message to Song Xingchen for him, but then decides not to say anything, making it super obvious that they fought and aren't together.

Wei Wuxian reacts to this with confusion and distress, probably because he doesn't want to imagine ever having a breakup with his own soulmate. Which he soon will be having. But possibly he's just upset that his OTP broke up.

After Song Lan takes off, Jiang Cheng gives Wen Qing a rude & perfunctory thank-you bow, turning away before she can return it. Wei Wuxian tells her not to take it to heart - basically everyone who deals with Jiang Cheng gets a version of the "ignore what he says" speech. She says she understands and that in his place she would have behaved worse, which is so totally not true.

Then she asks Wei Wuxian if he's sure about the core transfer (not in so many words, because the script is being kind of being vague about it, without actually hiding what's happening). His reply pretty much encapsulates the whole Wei Wuxian experience.

Then he and Jiang Cheng walk off, with Jiang Cheng giving us a rear view that had me googling Wang Zhuocheng's fashion shoots to determine if that wagon he's draggin’ is really as delightful as this belt makes it look. Alas, there is not a wealth of photographic evidence for this research, as compared to, for example, photos of Xiao Zhan's outstanding ass.

Wen Qing and Wen Ning see them off, with Wen Qing wishing they valued their lives more. Although, what she and Wen Ning are doing is massive treason, so their lives will be pretty much forfeit if they're caught, so...

The Sunshot Campaign of Like 60 Dudes

Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng walk up the mountain for the whole beginning of the Sunshot campaign, which...okay. Maybe it's like Dunkirk or The Witcher where they intercut stuff that is happening in different timeframes, which is one of my least favorite new film style thingies.

You know, for a guy Wei Wuxian constantly calls "peacock," Jin Ziyuan really doesn't wear a lot of adornment; just some subtle metalwork on his belt with no dangly bits at all, and a single reasonably-sized hair crown. Compared to the extremely fancy Lan Wangji he's almost plain. We already know that Wei Wuxian is a massive hypocrite when it comes to his idea of a perfect boy, however.

So, this is the Lanling Jin army, which consists of literally 60 guys, including the ones on the stairs and Jin Zixuan and Douchebag Dad. How are they going to fight a war with this tiny group? Why do they have such a big plaza? Hasn't anybody on this production learned CGI cloning?

That’s better.

Nie Mingjue and his best bitch Baxia make quick work of the 4 Wen guys who were assigned to hold the Unclean Realm.

Hello, Daddy Da-Ge!

Squeeee, it's Lan Wangji! He's taking back Cloud Recesses! Ooooohhh we've missed you Lan Wangji.

Look guys he's here! Look how beautiful he is. He's looking at the gate of cloud recesses and thinking thoughts that Lan Xichen or Wei Wuxian could probably see in his bewitching eyes if they were here to see him, which they aren't. But at least he is here!

....and now he's gone again. *cries*

Hares On The Mountains

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian continue roaming prettily around this pretty mountainside. The locations in this show are such eye candy.

Young laddies they run like hares on the mountains Young laddies they run like hares on the mountains Young laddies they run like hares on the mountains If I was a young lass I’d soon go a hunting

Jiang Cheng starts to have doubts about the whole Baoshan Sanren thing. Wei Wuxian's reply pretty much encapsulates the whole Wei Wuxian experience.

Then we have just the tenderest blindfolding scene, (more gifs here), which is fodder for your ChengXian dreams, if you have those.

Here's a good place for a sidebar about what is and isn't incest. Whee! In the CDrama context, relationships tend to be more clearly defined than in western media. The mechanism of confession & acceptance means that people either are or are not in a romantic relationship, with few grey areas. So a character can literally say "we grew up as brother and sister, but now we are dating" and when someone looks startled they just say "there's no blood relation" and everyone is like "cool cool" and that's the new definition of the relationship.

For a strong example of this, the extremely wonderful Go Ahead is about a contemporary family in which a girl and two boys, who are not blood relatives, are all raised together, and call each other brother and sister. When they become adults, they and everyone around them expect the girl (now a woman) to marry one of the two men who have been her brothers, while whichever one she doesn't choose will carry on as her sibling. It's treated as the most natural, logical thing in the world; the only question is whether she wants to make that transition, and with whom.

Looked at through this lens, Wei Wuxian's relationships with his adoptive siblings have just as much potential to turn into romances as his relationships with his friends do, and there's nothing creepy about it. As such you can expect my meta to always get into ChengXian moments without treating it as a wrong or forbidden love. Hopeless, of course, because Jiang Cheng is such a prick the power of WangXian is stronger, but that's a different matter.

What is wrong is wearing this fantastic hat & veil combination when the most fashionable person on the mountain is blindfolded and can't see it.

In the course of this blindfolded encounter with Wen Qing, Jiang Cheng gets to kneel before a powerful woman, be led along by a length of silk that's placed in his hand, and then knocked the fuck out and operated on. He'll wake up in a hotel room in a tub full of ice with "we took your kidney" written on the mirror in lipstick, and he'll love every minute of it.

Soundtrack: 1. Still Fighting it, by Ben Folds 2. Hares on the Mountain, by Steeleye Span

Writing Prompt: The NEXT time somebody blindfolds Jiang Cheng

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melzula · 4 years

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Date Night

pairing: Zuko x Princess!reader

notes: you have no idea how excited I was when I saw this request in my inbox

request: Could you write a Fire Lilies blurb about Princess! Reader and Zuko watching the Ember Island's play about their adventure with Aang and the others?

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

When Sokka and Suki had revealed that the Ember Island Players were performing a play about your little group, you had actually been really excited to go. Constant training and preparation for Sozin’s comet was physically and emotionally draining, so a night at the theater with your friends was exactly what you all needed- even if your boyfriend wasn’t too thrilled about the prospect.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! Think of it as a date night,” you try to convince him as the two of you take your seats

“Kind of hard to do that when it’s not just the two of us,” Zuko grumbles only for you to shush him, hugging onto his arm and snuggling up close to his side the moment the curtains draw. He lets out a small sigh and rolls his eyes as the train wreck of a play begins, but there’s a faint blush on his cheeks from how close you are. Despite how terrible he knows this is going to be, he does appreciate being your boyfriend again.

The play is really... something. Though it isn’t exactly what you expected, it’s still entertaining nonetheless. You were nearly brought to tears at the portrayal of Aang, laughing the hardest you ever have in your whole life. Things took a turn though once you and Zuko were introduced. You aren’t a fan of their distasteful take on Uncle Iroh, and Zuko isn’t too thrilled about their portrayal of himself either.

“They make me look totally stiff and humorless,” he complains.

“Actually, I think that actor’s pretty spot-on,” Katara teases smugly.

“How could you say that?!”

“Let’s forget about the Avatar and get massages,” actor Iroh then suggested.

“How could you say that?!” “Zuko” yelled in response, prompting your boyfriend to sink down in his seat with a frown. At that moment an actress emerged from the interior of the ship. She wore a tacky but very large dress with a poorly put together crown made of icicles, swooning at Zuko’s feet and kissing the ground he walked on; the actress was you.

“Oh, how I long to settle down in Ba Sing Se like the selfish, spoiled Princess I am!” She sighed dramatically. “I’m a dirty water rat that betrayed my people so I can follow my true love!”

You wanted to gag at how corny her acting was, but you also wanted to melt into the floor and hide forever at how embarrassing the portrayal was. You try to ignore the quizzical glances your friends send your way, choosing to shield your profile with your hand instead to save yourself from further embarrassment.

“Zuko, pay attention to me!” The Princess on stage whined only for Zuko to keep her at arm’s length.

“Nothing is more important to me than the Avatar!” Actor Zuko rebutted.

“You know, you’re a pretty bad boyfriend,” Sokka points out, and Zuko scowls.

“I wasn’t that bad... was I?” He asks guiltily.

“Umm... you had your moments,” you defend weakly, and Zuko deflates at your response.

“Even though you ignore me I will stay by your side because I’m desperate!” the Princess proclaimed, wrapping herself around Zuko. “And I won’t even use my water bending to help you restore your honor because I’m useless!”

“Oh, boy,” Toph laughs, “it’s like I’m actually there!”

“Still excited about the play?” Zuko whispers to you, and you merely grumble irately in response as you wrap yourself up in the lower half of his cloak.

It’s safe to say the majority of your group finds the play unbearable. From turning Aang into a whimsical immature child to making Katara overly dramatic and emotional, the performance butchers your characters in every way possible. You especially weren’t fond with the siege of the North segment where your selfishness and desperation for Zuko’s love were emphasized the most. They especially loved to highlight the fact that you paled in comparison to Yue as Princess, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth that lasted all the way to intermission.

“So far this intermission is the best part of the play,” Zuko grumbles from where he’s leaned against the railing. You sit by his feet on the stairs, angrily chewing on Sokka’s fire jerky.

“I’m not desperate,” you mutter through a stuffed mouth, “and I’m not selfish either. I’m a great Princess!”

“At least your actress kind of looks like you,” Aang argued. “I’m a woman!”

“Listen friends, it’s obvious that the playwright did his research,” Toph buts in. “I know it must hurt, but what you’re seeing up there on that stage is the truth.”

“Easy for you to say, you haven’t seen how they’re going to butcher your character yet,” you mumble.

Of course Toph ended up being the only member of your group to give her approval to the actor portraying her. You have to admit though, being played by a buff guy is pretty cool, but you could’ve done without the sonic scream. At this point, Zuko’s cloak is now yours as you worm your way underneath it to block out the sound.

“Oh, Zuko!” Actress you cries suddenly. “My mind is telling me that being with you is wrong, but my heart tells me that there’s still good in you! I want to settle down in Ba Sing Se with you and have weird, mutant bender babies!”

You nearly choke on your own spit at the thought of “mutant bender babies,” groaning as your friends begin to laugh. Zuko’s mind is still trying to process the word “babies.”

“My honor has prevented me from keeping you happy, so now I will succumb to your bewitching good looks and live in a dirty earth kingdom city to please you,” the Zuko on stage replies dramatically.

“Bewitching good looks?” Suki teases your blushing boyfriend with a raised brow.

Things start to get uncomfortable with the start of crystal cave scene.

“I’ve had eyes for you since the day you first captured me,” actress Katara swooned, causing both you and Aang to stiffen in your seats.

“I’m sorry, did you flirt with my boyfriend in the crystal caves?” You glare over at Katara before turning your angry gaze to Zuko. He smiles at you sheepishly, frowning when you remove yourself from his cloak and scoot a few inches away from him.

“Well brother, what’s it going to be? Your nation or a life of treachery?” Azula asked.

“Zuko, don’t do it!” The Princess cried. “I love you!”

“You’re a water rat and you’re annoying and also I don’t love you anymore!” The actor yelled in response. The actress playing you bursted into tears before turning them into a “powerful wave” that knocked Zuko off his feet.

“Is that really what happened?” Katara asked the two of you gently, both of you refusing to meet her gaze. He tries to reach for your hand to comfort you only for you to pull it away. It isn’t a pleasant memory to revisit, and seeing it played out for you again makes things tense.

The second intermission is even worse, though a little boy dressed as Aang does tell you that you’re so much prettier than the real Princess y/n, so that’s a plus. But the ending of the terrible, horrible, awful play leaves your group shaken. You can’t seem to stay mad at Zuko anymore, not after watching his “death” on stage.

“Oh, Zuko,” you murmur softly at the sight of him being consumed by the flames, and your boyfriend wraps a comforting arm around your figure in response. He’s equally just as shaken.

Your group is mostly silent as you leave the theater, Zuko and yourself trailing behind just slightly as you walk along the sand.

“Are you alright?” He asks gently.

“The other stuff I was mad about was stupid, and I know things are different now. But... watching you die?”

“I know,” he murmurs thoughtfully.

“Remind me never to go to another Ember Island play ever again,” you groan, smiling weakly as he drapes his cloak over your shoulders and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Gladly.”

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closetedotaku01 · 4 years

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can i rq for insecure s/o that have a beautiful body but she recently gained weight and kept overthinks it, but none of her friends are helping her out cause they think her body is nice and keeps taking her insecurities lightly.. for kuroo and oikawa pls

Imagine for Kuroo & Oikawa with insecure FEM S/O lacking a support system.

A/N: Wow I love this ask with my whole heart. Even chose two of my favorite characters. And may I just say these two might be the best in this situation, given that they’re captains, and aside from Bokuto captains are very aware of their teams and the general mental state and morale of every person on their team, so they might be the best people for this situation.

TW: Body image issues, self-esteem issues

Now: Imagine time!!!

Kuroo Tetsurō

-Kuroo would notice you spending more time in the bathroom. More time picking out outfits. And your generally more disgruntled demeanor

-He can tell you’re unhappy, but he cannot tell what about. As far as he knows there’s nothing that’s happened. But he figures you’ll tell him in time whatever is bothering you.

-And then one day he’s out with you and your friends and one of them compliments your outfit and your body.

-He sees the way you immediately flush and reject the compliment. It’s not a humility thing or a simple deflection out of embarrassment, he can see you wholly and fully rejecting the compliment. You don’t even look like it made you feel good.

-He takes your hand in his and is about to ask you if everything’s okay when one of your friends whines about how pretty girls always fish for compliments

-He notices how your chuckle is feigned and your eyes look beyond hurt, watering a bit. How you squeeze his hand slightly.

-Your mutter out something he can’t quite make out over the sound of everyone else talking, but it’s something along the lines of you mentioning your weight gain. And it clicks for him.

-One of your friends talks about how you still look “fine” and he can’t take it anymore. You’re far from fine. As far from fine as it gets. You’re magnificent, an absolute treasure, and fuck them for not noticing that the most beautiful girl in the entire world is not happy

-Fuck them for not seeing it. Fuck them for hurting you. He is not having it.

- “I’m sorry everyone, we’re headed home now,” he says, already standing up and grabbing your purse to hand to you.

-You follow his lead solely because you’re scared if you don’t you might burst into tears in front of everyone and you don’t want to cause a scene.

- “Awww come on where’re you going? Why can’t you guys stay?”

- Kuroo doesn’t miss a beat, “I need some alone time with my gorgeous girlfriend.” He turns to you, speaking barely above a whisper, “You ready to go, love?”

-You nod at his gentle words and head back to your apartment together.

~~~~

When you enter your apartment, Kuroo immediately pulls you into a tight hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispers to you, tucking his body into yours, head into your neck, arms wrapped tight around you.

The tears you’d been holding back fall freely from your eyes and into his shirt, “I’m sorry, Tetsu I--”

He pushes you back, holding your shoulder at an arm’s length, “What are you apologizing for, love? You’ve done absolutely nothing wrong.” You can’t meet his eyes, forcing yourself to stare down at the visible extra weight you’ve put on.

“For… not looking like the girl you fell in love with,” it’s all you can say before the sobs start pouring out. Hating your body. Hating yourself. Hating yourself for putting the most caring man you’ve ever known through this with you.

The sobs tear through your body leaving an aching wreckage in your chest and your stomach and your back and your throat. There’s nothing left undamaged. Every bit of you is in so much pain and is shaking, like the pain you’ve been feeling finally exploded and is trying to escape by any means it can, fighting to escape even through your shaking fingertips.

Kuroo puts his hand to one cheek and wipes the tears on that side, he bends down so his face is in front of yours, “Look at me.” His voice is soft and comforting filled with the love, care, and respect you had grown used to, but these words were packed full of them. Even when you knew you didn’t deserve all the affection.

He inhales deeply, “Deep breath in through your nose,” he exhales softly, smiling with his eyes as he blows lightly on your tears sending coolness into your burning cheeks, “And out through your mouth.”

You copy him as he repeats this until your breathing steadies. Until your heart has stopped slamming against your chest. Until the pain in your body is reduced to a dull ache.

Your eyes are still on his, and he’s looking at you with passionate love and fierce compassion, “There she is. There’s my beautiful girlfriend,” he says with a shy smile.

“I’m not---” a sob threatens to reappear, but you catch it in your throat.

“Love, you are beyond gorgeous. Your body is so sexy and still so adorable and pretty. I don’t know how you do it,” he kisses the crown of your head, “you mean the world to me,” a kiss to your forehead, “and if you call my world anything less than a goddess, anything less than perfection,” he kisses both of your eyelids and the tip of your nose in quick succession, “I will have to fight you.” He punctuates his sentence by planting a kiss on your lips.

“Tetsu, just because you’re my boyfriend, doesn’t mean you have to lie to me. It actually means you shouldn’t lie to me. And I know I don’t look good like this.”

His shoulders fall. And he has a sad expression on his face, but his eyes are still happy and you can see the smile tugging on his lips as he looks down, “Oh I get it,” he takes a long pause, “you think I have bad taste.”

You hit his arm playfully, “Tetsu, I’m serious!”

“So am I!” he shoots back, chuckling lightly.

“Okay, love, I know you don’t believe me. But you are seriously gorgeous. Completely, out of this world gorgeous. Beyond any person, place, or thing I have ever seen. The whole cosmos comes together to make the Earth and everything in it and around it, and the only part of any of it that’s worth seeing is you.”

His words feel raw and sincere, but you’re about to reject his kindness when he says the words you’ve been waiting for, “But you don’t see yourself that way. And that means you’re wrong…. But you do deserve to feel as beautiful as you are. And to feel as happy as you always make me. So if you want to come with me on my runs or if you want me to help you with anything let me know. I think you’re gorgeous but more than anything you deserve to be happy with how you look. So I’ll be right there by your side to get you there safely and healthily.”

You start to tear up again, your chest welling with love for the man before you. You collapse into his hold, and he holds you tight. He pulls away slightly to get a look at your face, “On one condition.”

You nod.

“I disagree, but I still believe that you don’t see yourself as beautiful. So even if you disagree ... can you please believe me when I say I know you’re absolutely bewitching.”

You nod again, and he pulls you in close to his body, happy to have brought you peace.

Oikawa Tōru

-It wasn’t intended to wound you. In full honesty, it wasn’t intended for you. But you’d heard it nonetheless and it was roaring through your mind.

- “Pretty people never date down.”

-You’d heard in passing as you walked down the street. But the words bounced around, rattling everything in your mind.

-You never thought of yourself as particularly pretty, but you’d certainly done yourself no favors by putting on a healthy amount of “relationship weight”.

-You tried going to your friends, desperately craving some semblance of comfort or hope for your relationship with THE universally recognized pretty boy Oikawa Tōru.

-They shot back sarcastic comments about your “pretty girl problems”

- “Former pretty girl problems" was the only thing your brain could shoot back, determined to push you into a hole with the crushing anxieties you had about your body now doubled up with losing the person you loved and trusted most in your life.

-You walked into your apartment, your boyfriend on his laptop watching and rewatching one of his games, taking notes on his performance as well as the performance of each of his peers.

~~~~

“Hey baby how was your day?” his words are unfocused. Almost like he’s reading from a script as he jots down more notes and rewinds to rewatch the same play again.

“Terrible,” you say, honestly believing he’d be too caught up in his game to care. Who’d care for the ugly girl they were stuck with anyway? He probably stuck with you out of sheer pity.

He immediately paused the game and turned back to face you, “Aww no, what happened, baby? Come here.” his arms were open wide for you on the couch.

“You know you can leave,” you said before you could think better of it. You regretted it. You didn’t want him to know that. You selfishly wanted him to stay with you forever, even if only out of pity. But… he did deserve better.

“What?” he asks quirking a brow, aware of how serious you sound, “I don’t want to… leave. Do you just need some alone time, Y/N? I can go on a run or something if you need some time to clear your head.”

“I meant ... leave me,” you say, your voice weaker and higher this time as tears that you hadn’t even felt forming started blurring your vision threatening to spill any moment.

He was in front of you in a heartbeat, “I’m sorry. I’ve been focusing too much on other things, haven’t I? I promise I don’t wan--”

“No the problem is you’re focusing too much on me!” your voice comes out as a yell and you see the half-step he takes, backing away from you, “you deserve better Tōru. You should want to leave.” With that, the tears spill over and your legs give in as you fall pathetically to the ground.

This moment is the very reason he should leave. You can’t even hold yourself together. You’re not pretty, you’re not strong, you’ve yelled at him when he’s done nothing wrong… you hardly deserve him.

You feel his hand meet your cheek and you flinch slightly at the contact, but neither of you move. His hand drifts down to your chin, lifting your face up so your eyes meet his. Your anger and sadness triple down on you when you see he’s got a fake smile on, his eyes rimmed red, tears forming because of you.

“I love you. I am not leaving you. Full stop. So please tell me what’s bothering you, baby.”

You want to ignore him. You want to grab your things and leave so he can get started on finding a better match so he wasn’t stuck dating down. With his body and mind and humor and kindness, he’d have no trouble. He had a million fans on standby at any given moment anyway.

But you don’t. You don’t pack. You don’t leave. You instead, pull his body into yours, desperately clutching his shirt with whitened knuckles, sobbing into him.

With time you let his strong arms bring you peace. With your body molded tight against his, you eventually match his breathing, steadying yourself. His smell grounds you, the feeling of his hand in your hair calms you, and the soft, gentle praises he coos into your ear center you. Effectively, he slays every intrusive thought in your mind.

“You’re so perfect for me.”

“I never want to leave you.”

“You’ve made me the man I am today. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“I know the path to being my best self, is a path I’ll only be able to walk with you by my side.”

“You’re my whole world, baby. Please stop discounting yourself.”

“I wouldn’t change one thing about you, baby. Not even your stupid jokes. Not even the way you tease me.”

“I love your mind and the way you think. How kind and passionate you are. How you support me through everything. How you take such good care of me and everyone you love. God, I love the way you love. I love how wholly and completely you give love. And I love your body, baby. I love how pretty your face is, how perfectly your body fits with mine, how completely, mind-blowingly sexy you are. All of you. There’s not one part of you I am not head over heels in love with. We’re an absolute knockout of a couple, but you are by far the better half. Baby, please believe that because it is the truth.”

Every word is woven between kisses and touches and the easing of your whole body and mind. There was no way these words were planned. They were genuine. You could hear the authenticity in his voice, even though the unpleasant raspiness that had formed as he desperately tried to hold back his own tears. He had you whipped. Completely convinced.

You belonged here right in his arms. Right up next to him. As close as the world would allow any two people to get.

After you’d calmed down completely he asked without looking at you so he could keep you close, “What happened?”

You told him everything. The words you heard. How they beat around in your head, leaving a cold thunderous ache throughout your body. How your support system had failed you. How he had saved you from the treacherous thoughts that were certain to continue sending you spiraling downward if he hadn’t fixed everything simply by being him. And how much you treasure him.

He let out a breathy laugh, that soon grew into a full-on laugh as the tears finally left his eyes.

“It’s not funny Tōru!” you pout, basking in the sweet sound of his deep laughter.

“I know,” he says, still laughing. He clears his throat and does his best to stifle down the laughter, but it keeps bubbling up, “I know, baby. I know. But you know how I feel and you know that’s not going to change.”

“Then why are you laughing,” you ask, giggling as you wipe the last of your tears from your face and wipe the ones from his.

“All I can think of,” the laughter breaks through his sentence, but he regains his composure, “is that you think I’m the prettier one.”

You hit his arm as you two laugh on the floor behind the couch, perfectly at ease with the man who you adore, and who adores you.

~~~~

Also just a reminder: Weight =/= beauty. So whether you are plus-sized, or thin, curvy, or flat, your body is perfect as it is. Just please stay healthy and happy and that’s all it takes. “Fat” does not mean ugly. “Skinny” does not mean ugly. Please stop associating these words. They’re not the same.

Beauty is your kindness and your compassion and your integrity. Your will to fight another day, your will to stand up for others, your will to give voice to the voiceless. It’s the way you look when you’re passionate and the way you constantly bring joy to others. So while I personally do understand associating my worth and my beauty with my weight, we all know that it’s just incorrect. Beauty does not fall into any physical mold, so please don’t try to hold yourself to a mold that was created by people who profit off your insecurity. You are you, and that is a goddamn blessing. You are you and that is more than enough. Your body is perfect. Please be kind.

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