#//with fangs and piercings in modern AU

[gojonanami]

❝ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 !! ❞

❝ WHEN YOUR HOT COWORKER WANTS TO SUCK YOUR BLOOD, OF COURSE YOU'LL SAY YES !! ❞

✧ pairing: vampire! choso kamo x f!reader

✧ summary: choso kamo is your coworker who seems to hate your guts - even though you're both always stuck working together, but the only reason he does is because he wants nothing more than to eat you up -- blood and all.

✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, modern au, coworkers to lovers, vampire!choso, vampire bites are an aphrodisiac for both the vampire and the victim, no real dub/con b/c these two are already down bad for the other, mutual pining, scent kink, blood kink, blood sucking from neck / wrist, implied masturbation (m!), oral (f + m), fingering (f! receiving), handjob (m! receiving), sex (p in v), creampie, implied multiple rounds, swearing, fanart by @ / yume041624

✧ wc: 7,193

It wasn’t as if you weren’t sure your coworker hates you—

 You were sure of it. 

He avoided you like the plague whenever the two of you were working on the same project. He always did his best to reply over email, avoid in person meetings, and he always seemed to get sick whenever the two of you had to greet the client together. But you didn’t know why — you hadn’t done anything to offend him, unless he had mistaken your hello for spitting in his face. And that wasn’t even the worst part. 

The worst part was that he was exactly your type — fucking hot. 

Dark locks tied into a bun with a few strands escaped its binding by the end of the day, his neat nails painted a dark purple that rifled through paperwork, his pretty lips pursed in concentration, and lovely, deep eyes that barely had stolen a glance at you but you could spend a millennia exploring—

In summary, you had it bad. 

And he didn’t seem to know — or worse, he knew and he hated it. Or you. 

But maybe something could change today, you flicked a pen up and down between two fingers as you stole a glance at him across the now empty office, the two of you were stuck working overtime on this project for two days now. But he still had managed to avoid you — but not today when you were stuck in the same conference room sorting through boxes of files that your client insisted must be done today. 

You were getting some sleep at a hotel across the street, taking a quick nap and shower before returning, but Choso looked like he hadn’t slept in days. And you didn’t know why. 

You glanced up at him between sorting through boxes, and you saw him adjust his collar, loosening his tie, fabric gripped tightly under white knuckles. His head was hunched over, his expression hidden behind the box in front of him, but you saw a hint of red in his eyes. You bit your lip, now you were worried. 

Maybe for the wrong reasons. 

“Choso, are you okay?” 

No, no, he wasn’t okay. He wasn’t okay after working overtime for two days straight. He wasn’t okay being stuck in this tiny, dimly fluorescent lit conference room reviewing files that would only prove fruitless and a waste of time for all parties, and what made it worse was you—

No, not you, his canines grew, sharp fangs digging into the soft flesh of his bottom lips, 

Blood. 

Your blood. 

The very thing running through your veins and arteries, pumping through every crevice of your body through your heart — crimson stained your insides as it would your skin if pierced or cut — and it was the very thing that Choso wanted more than anything else. 

But no, it couldn’t be anyone else’s — he bit his bottom lip as you stretched, your blouse and hair moving ever so slightly and exposing your neck — it had to be yours. 

He pressed his hand against his face, palm covering the bottom half of his face as he forced himself to avert his gaze from you, all too unaware of his thirst — the very same that pulled his muscles taut and made his mouth water at the thought of you. His face was flushed — that much was for sure, as he felt the heat radiate from his face. 

And he knew one thing for sure — that you were the one who’s blood would taste like the divine personified. But that’s why he had worked so hard to avoid you, to make sure he didn’t spend any time alone with you, lest his logic and sense fail him at once and he ends up with his fangs pressed to the nape of your neck at once. 

No, he had decided he couldn’t do that. There were far too many times he had seen other vampires find partners this way — succumb to the urge — the draw of bloodlust — only for their partner to grow addicted to the pleasure that comes from the bite, and the relationship only fell apart when it was the only thing holding the relationship together. The bite could only do so much, it was an aphrodisiac for both parties, but not a miracle worker — chemistry burns bright and fast, but it could not make love exist if it wasn’t there to begin with. 

And his avoidance of you had made any relationship between the two of you hard to happen — especially when every word you spoke sounded sweet and honeyed from those pretty lips. It didn’t help that he was reserved to begin with, but you made all words fall from his mind with only a glance — so what would a conversation do to him — much less a kiss? 

“Choso, have you reviewed this one yet?” You ask, grabbing a box from his side, “I finished my half so I thought I’d help you finish yours,” 

He shakes his head, “Go ahead. Thank you,” he barely manages through nearly gritted teeth, with barely a glance up — fuck, it didn’t help that you were always so kind, good at your job, and so pretty—

Fuck, the document he held crumpled under his tight grip, he shouldn’t have let it get this bad. Why had he let it get this bad? A few overtime shifts weren’t usually a problem for him — but being stuck with you? It was torture in the highest order — especially since he hadn’t been able to get home to his reserves at home and he had just run dry of the bottles he kept on himself this morning. 

He sees you stretch again, this time your neck, and a heat began to creep on as he watched right over the top of the document he read. 

Oh, he was so fucked. 

You were going to ask him. 

You were going to confront him about why he avoids you. You had made up your mind — you were tired of walking on eggshells without a reason. If you were going to be stuck working with him on future projects, especially with this client, he needed to tell you if this was how it was going to be. 

And yet, you still sat, rereading the same document over and over, as the two of you were almost done wrapping up your work for the night. Choso was placing the last box he finished up away, a sigh stuck in his throat as he got to his feet. 

“I’m going to head home,” he gets to his feet, a sigh on his lips, as he rakes his fingers through his black locks, “do you need help cleaning up?” 

“No, I’m fine,” and he’s grabbing his things, as you bite your lip and stare at the shiny laminate of the conference table in front of you — fuck it, “I did have a question,” as he’s walking by in the doorway of the conference room, as your scramble to your feet, reaching for him, your fingers brushing his shoulder by mistake, and he’s tensing, “sorry, I didn’t mean—“ 

“It’s fine, what’s your question?” His reply is curt but he won’t even turn to face you, his fingers fiddling with the watch on his wrist. You furrow your brow, was it you or was his body shaking? 

“I just wanted to ask you if you had some sort of problem—“ and then his bag clattered against the floor, contents spilling out, as he supported himself against the door frame, slumped against it, as his fingers gripped it. 

You gasped, a quick brush of your fingers to his shoulder again, “Are you ok? Choso?” 

Choso’s head swam — he could barely hear anything — every sound drawn out and garbled, as if he had plunged his head underwater and words were echoing in his ears. He felt his knees buckle under his weight — and he can’t think straight — and for a moment of clarity he realizes why—

Your touch — it was a spark amongst a field of wheat in a dry heat — and it was enough to set his entire body alight. And now—as he barely held himself together, muscles tensed and eyes fluttering — a haze of heat blazing ribbons up his body, and down — right to his cock. 

Fuck. He’s swallowing, his muscles taut, as he tugs at his collar, even the brush of his clothes against his skin enough to drive him to the point of insanity. And it doesn’t help that your scent fills his nose, honeyed and cloying and he squeezes his eyes shut, knowing the scarlet gaze would do nothing but elicit a scream. 

“Please leave,” he says through gritted teeth, he can imagine the concern written across your expression, “go—“ 

“I’m not leaving you like this alone,” fuck, you only draw closer, the brush of your fingers against his shoulder enough to have him nearly keening for your touch — he’d nearly do anything you want for one touch, one drop of your blood, but he can’t — he can’t, “do you need water? What do you need?” And you’re helping him sit down on the floor of the conference room, as he clutches his bag to his front, desperate for something put between the two of you. 

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you what I needed, just go,” he’s pleading, head falling back against the wall — his mind is hazy, he can barely think about anything else but you — the way your soft lips are pursed in worry, the way your hands are so gentle against his skin and would feel so good gliding across his body, the way when he saw the multitudes contained within your eyes, but he only wanted to live in the warmth of your loving gaze, “I don’t want to hurt you,” 

The words come as a confession, a last plea for you to leave, but you seemingly only chuckle, furrowing your brow, “how could you hurt me when you’re more terrified than I am?” 

And oh you were so ignorant that you were inches away from a monster — a rabbit in a lion’s den, while you thought of him as a sheep — and his words weren’t enough to convince you, but maybe something else would. 

His eyes flutter open to find your own, and he finds his own reflection in your irises — a blood red reflected back in your lovely gaze, as your mouth falls open, brow wrinkled, and breath caught. 

“I-I-what?” and he sees your confusion written across your face, your fingers shaking as they brush against his cheek. Your touch sets his senses alight, a soft groan as he leans into your hand, his nose brushes against your wrist, and the thrum of your pulse ringing in his ears. His gaze finds yours — half moonshine with how it’s glazed over, “how?” 

And his lips part, when your thumb drags down his cheek, hypnotized and entranced under a spell he didn’t mean to cast. He turns his head so your fingers catch on his lips, parting almost obediently, flashing fangs that has a flicker of confusion swallowed by horror and then consumed by fascination completely. 

“Choso, what is—“ 

“You should go,” he murmurs again, “you can’t give me what you need,” 

And you’re speechless, as if you wonder if you’re seeing what you are — but the longer you stare, the quicker it seems to sink in. You swallow. 

“So you need my—“ and the sentence is cut off seemingly by the absurdity of the situation, as you mutter to yourself, “this can’t be fucking real,” 

“It doesn’t have to be, you can leave right now,” he pants, sweat slipping down his forehead, and you’re still frowning. 

“What will happen to you if I leave?” And he can’t think straight enough to lie, your fingers find his neck, to check his temperature but all it does is drive it higher. 

“Nothing you need to worry about—“ 

“Well, I am worried,” you cut him off, squirming in place, “if you just take some of my blood, will that—“ 

“It’s not just that,” he’s shaking his head, fangs nearly grazing his bottom lip as he sighs, “do you know what your blood will do to me?” His eyes seem to flash, a chill down your spine, “but more importantly worry what it will do to you,” 

And you stiffen, the spell waxing and waning as fickle as the moon never was, and that the thing about humans — you could never count on them to be consistent as all other things were. A beast can be predicted — their moves largely the same, caution put before hurt, but man gained consciousness and lost all reliability. 

And you were no beast, not like him. 

“What would…it do?” Your words are hesitant, carefully chosen, small jumps across stones rather than a leap across a rushing river. 

And he lets the raging white water brush against your skin when his hand cups your chin, leaning closer and letting his breath warm your skin, “To reduce the pain, my bite is like an aphrodisiac,” his thumb rubs back and forth across your cheek, “you won’t be able to stop yourself, and since your blood would do the same to me — I wouldn’t be able to help myself either,” his nose brushes against your cheek, as he leans in to whisper in your ear, “you should go.” 

But you don’t, silence settles over the two of you, until you choose to break it,  “I’m not going anywhere without you.” 

That’s what you had said — but how did that land you here? 

You both walked to your hotel room in silence, his flushed face hidden behind a mask, dead on his feet as he trailed behind you to the room. It was lucky you had a room right across the street from your workplace. You didn’t know what you would have done if you had to stay in the office — the blood would have been hell to scrub off the wood. 

And now here you sat after your shower, hair still damp as you toyed with the edge of your fluffy bathrobe, as you chewed on your lip. What had you gotten yourself into? You listened to his shower run, a sigh on your lips — it was fine. It would be fine. You just stick to the plan. You’d let him drink your blood, and he would lock himself in the bathroom — and you both would ride out your…symptoms alone. 

Fuck, you bury your face in your hands, what the hell are you doing? And that’s when the water stops — the quiet rustle and shuffling of himself in the bathroom makes your heart leap into your throat, as you sit looking down at the floor. 

“Are you okay?” his voice makes you jump even as you expect it, as your head snaps back to look at him. His black hair still wet from his shoulder, long locks clinging to his hair, droplets ran down his bare abs, your eyes following one down right to his happy trail only hidden away by his boxers— 

Fuck. 

He only continues to towel himself off, before grabbing his undershirt to pull it over his torso, as you choose to avert your eyes then — as if him getting dressed was any more scandalous than his shirtless state, “I am, I’m just a little—“ 

“You don’t have to,” and your eyes slide back to him, his face was still significantly ragged, dark bags and fatigue  clung to body worse than the water did — looking more like a corpse than a bloodsucker, “it’s not too late for you to leave—“ 

“No I decided I was going to help, so I’m going to,” you say, and his brow forms the same peaks and valleys he had all day — and you were sure his skin would remember the carvings at this rate, “what?”

“Why do you want to help me?” he mumbles, arms crossed, a distinct flush in his cheeks settling that surely wasn’t just from his shower, “I don’t get it, we barely have spoken—“ 

“We have spoken, our first week,” and his eyes snap to yours, “you may not remember, but you helped me,” and your cheeks burned, squirming in place as you couldn’t quite meet his gaze, “I had messed up on a project, I made a huge mistake on a document, one that could have costed the company a lot of money, and my job,” you murmur, “but you also took responsibility, even though it wasn’t your fault,” 

“I didn’t catch the mistake either, so it was my fault too—“ and you shake your head. 

“It was mostly mine still,” you offer a small smile, “and so if I can help you like this, I want to,” you shift, swallowing as an awkward silence falls over you both that you break, “why did you want to shower first anyway? You were ready to pass out earlier,” 

“I still am,” he admits, and you notice the subtle shake of his hands, “but I figured the shower would make us both feel a little more comfortable, and it helped to…calm me down,” he cleared his throat, and it slowly dawned on you, cheeks burning, “again, are you sure—“

“I’m going to close you off in the bathroom, and we should be able to ride it out — you said you don’t lose control of yourself or become violent,” and he shakes his head, “then it should be fine,” you have him draw closer, his soft steps against the plush carpet fell silent as he sat beside you on the bed. The creak of the bed as he sat on the other side a little awkwardly, “you should be closer,” and he’s nodding, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. 

“I know, I’m just trying to…prepare,” he gives a shaky sigh, “your scent is—“ he scrubs a hand down his face, “it’s hard for me to be around, especially when we’re so close,” 

“My scent?” And his hand covers the bottom half of his face, turned away, as he murmurs. 

“Your scent is particularly strong — it’s…enticing enough for me to be distracted all day if I don't keep my distance,” and the pieces sink into place. 

“You avoided me at work because of that?” And he nods, as you bite your lip, a small chuckle on your lips, “I thought you hated me,” 

And his head snaps to you, blinking, “I don’t hate you far from it—“ he cuts himself off, his fingers grip the edge of the bed, “I’ve seen you in the office — you’re always so considerate, kind, and you always try to help, even people who don’t deserve it—“ he cuts off, “I don’t want to take advantage of your—“ 

You move closer, his breath hitching as you shrug your robe off your shoulders, leaving only your bra covering your chest, “You do deserve it,” Fuck, he was so close — you could feel the need come off of him in waves, the soft pants of his breath as his eyes fluttered. And you offer your neck to him, brushing your hair away — a silent offer. 

You see him bite his lip out of your periphery, but he’s leaning down, warm breath fans across your skin, as he ran a finger down your neck, “Fuck,” he murmurs, his voice a raspy whisper, “you smell so good,” and you nearly shiver as his lips brush your skin — soft lips against your skin, the barest brush, as if he’s trying to acclimate you to his touch. But it only stoked a fire — the same flame burning even before today, the one that wanted more than a bite at the apple — you wanted him down to his core. 

His lips press another kiss to your neck, lingering longer, as he noses the skin there, and you’re biting your lip, the want bubbling into boiling need, “Please—“ you gasp as his fangs graze your neck now, the sharp points lightly dragging across the muscle, right before his fangs sink into your neck. 

Your lips part, head nearly lolling back into his warm palm cupping the nape of your neck. Any pain only registers for a split second before disappearing under whitehot pleasure. Your blood turns to heady wine straight from his bite, his muffled moan vibrates against you, sending a wave of heat right between your thighs. Your head spins, all logic melts with as the wildfire only consumes — leaving only want behind. 

Coherent thoughts don’t form — instead fractured thoughts spiral into a chant. You want more. You want more of his touch, his body, his words. You want him. 

You want him. 

And when he’s pulling his fangs from your neck, the sound of his teeth pulled from your skin only rings in your ears for a moment, before blood roaring in your ears replaces it. Burning — it felt as if every part of your body was aching, a deep throbbing with no end in sight. You glance at Choso — and only one cure. 

Fuck, his skin looks so lovely when flushed a pretty pink — nearly a scarlet that lit a trail up his neck and across his cheekbones all the way to his ears. The heavy pants that left his lips did little to assuage the desire for him — his defined chest rising and falling with each breath he took, his long jet black locks hanging like a curtain around his gaze. 

Your fingers are reaching for him, “Cho—“ and he’s shaking his head, as his muscles tense, as he leans away from you. 

“Give me a moment,” so you do — you pull back, and he’s rising to his feet, shaky still, but seemingly for a different reason as he turns and flashes the rising tent in his boxers. 

And you press your thighs together, wondering just how big he was — eyes fixed on the growing damp spot on his boxers — how he would shiver when you squee3/ him at the base in your hand, what sounds he would make when you’d flick your tongue against his weeping tip, and how he would moan your name when he sunk into you— 

You were so fucked — if your drenched panties were anything to judge by. 

“Choso, please—“ and he already knows what you’re asking for between the lines of your plea, and his eyes find yours, his dark gaze catches yours, ensnared in the blackhole that only pulls you under and apart, pinned underneath him. 

“It’s just the bite, we can’t,” he’s covering his lips, as he takes steps away from you, towards the bathroom, “we just have to wait until it passes. It won’t take too long—” 

“What if it’s not just your bite? Not for me,” you murmur, and the words are being spilled from your lips like honeyed truth with no bitter aftertaste, “it hasn’t been for me,” his brow is furrowing as if he can’t imagine a single person liking him, “I’ve spent the last year working with you and all i know is I wanted nothing more than to be the one you smile at — the same soft way you do when you your little brother visits you at work,” 

And he’s swallowing, a deeper blush on his cheeks, “you noticed?” 

“I also noticed how you always bring the person you work with their favorite coffee order, the way you try to make others feel valued when the company doesn’t even do it, and how you always do your best — even when it comes at your own expense,” it’s so easy to say these things, but it only makes you long for him more, “let me do more — let me take care of you—“ 

And he’s covering his mouth with his forearm, “do you know what you’re saying?” you slowly get up from the bed, taking careful steps towards him, “our heads are clouded, we aren’t—“ and he swears under his breath but he doesn’t resist your approach, the bathroom door right behind him, “I don’t want to hurt you—“ 

“Do you feel the same for me?” and his gaze softens as he meets yours, “because I get the feeling you do — at least you like my scent,” a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, “hopefully not just my scent?” 

And you didn’t know it was possible for a vampire to be this pink in the face, but Choso was — and you weren’t sure if it was your words or your closeness, “It’s not just your scent,” he’s mumbling against his arm until he’s pulling it away, to reveal his lips colored a faint scarlet from your blood, “I have feelings for you — I have for a while,” 

God, he was fun to tease, “What’s a while?” you’re murmuring, his lips part, flashing his fangs while he does. His eyes avert from your face, only to land on your neck, grazing over the bite mark he left, and you decide to spare him, “but if it’s been a while for you and for me, then—” he’s shivering again, a sigh caught in his throat, muscles tensed as if he was a tiger ready to pounce. 

“It’ll be hard to stop once we start — we should think—“ your fingertips brush his cheek, his eyes falling shut at your touch, the want inside you only grew, as you felt him lean into you. 

“Who said we’re going to stop?” and he breaks, his hand is sliding around your waist, tugging you closer, his lips brushing against your ear, his words nearly muttered against it. 

“Are you sure?” 

“I am—” and that’s all he needed. 

In a flash you’re pinned on the bed, blinking as you glance at the spinning ceiling fan for a moment before he’s leaning over you. 

His eyes are tinted with red and laced with desperation, fangs flashing as his fingers cup your chin and he leans down, “I’ll show you how much I like you, pretty girl.” 

“Oh, Cho-so,” your arms are wrapped around his torso, pulling him impossibly closer, his hot tongue dragging up the side of your neck, licking at the rivers of blood dripping down, “fuck, please—“ 

“Can’t waste a single drop, not when you taste so good,” he’s murmuring, nearly hypnotized by your taste — his sticky saliva and your blood mixed together, “fuck, I could kiss every inch of you and it wouldn’t be enough,” 

“Please, I need more,” and he’s chuckling, nibbling at the base of your neck, a whine parting your lips that made him nearly bust a nut then and there, “please—“ 

And his lips find yours in a searing kiss, fangs lightly biting your bottom lip, swallowing your gasps with a smirk, and how is it possible your lips are even sweeter? It was as if you were made of molasses, and he was more than happy to indulge. He parts your lips, dragging a thumb down your kiss bitten lips, your saliva clinging to his skin. 

“You know how long I wanted this? Had to touch myself in the shower to stop myself from pinning you the moment we entered the room,” he murmurs, recalling how his fingers had reached for his cock, already nearly covered in pre, his thumb running across his slit was nearly enough to make him burst. But it paled in comparison to the sight of you, disheveled under him, eyes glazed over with pleasure, chest rising and falling fast, and your lips nearly begging him to kiss you again and again, “and now I want to take my time, love,” but he doesn’t, instead he bends down again, to nip and suck marks all over your skin, savoring the drops of blood he steals from each one — a constellation dotting your neck and collarbone to remind anyone that you were his. And his fingers find yours, just as he was yours. 

And you whimper, as he kisses his way down your arm, sweet pecks dotting down, until he reaches your wrist. He noses it, feeling the rush of your pulse underneath your skin, the sweet scent of your blood clouded his mind, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin, as he flashes a gaze upward for your silent permission. You nod. 

Your nod was all he needed, before his fangs sinks into your wrist. It was potent — you were potent rather — he had grown used to his normal supply of blood, blood that he had acquired through the proper channels, and though it quenched his thirst, it never satisfied it. 

You were more than satisfaction itself — you were ecstasy incarnate, and he was utterly addicted from the moment he had his lips pressed against your lovely skin. Scarlet dripped from the bite and the corners of his mouth — the blood flooded his mouth, an unending pool of need that only grew with each second. 

And as he pulled away, blood dripping from his lips, he watched your eyes flutter open, legs spread for him, as he licked his lips clean. 

“Such a waste to let even a single drop go,” he drags his tongue up the rivulets of blood that ran down your wrist, and a whimper escapes your lips, and his lips curl, “what do you want, love? Tell me,” 

And you’re biting your lip, averting your gaze, but he’s guiding it back to his, “Choso, please, I need you to touch me,” you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, cheeks burning, “please—“ 

He pulls your hand away, and kisses your lips again in a bruising kiss, before he’s pressing sweet kisses down your body, easing the straps of your bra down. He kisses the swell of your breasts, one after the other, making you squirm in place.

“Pretty girl,” he’s murmuring, his lips kissing each one of your erect nipples, caught in a thick haze of lust, “so good for me,” and he’s lighting a trail of kisses down your body, and he’s resisting the urge to mark up every inch of you — no, there would be time for that later, his eyes flicking up to meet your half lidded gaze, “gonna be good for me?” His skillful fingers slide under the elastic of your panties, snapping the fabric against you, making you gasp, “either way, I might just eat you up,” 

A shaky chuckle escapes your lips, “Promise?” And he chuckles, as he’s spreading your lips, leaning down to press a hot kiss to your inner thigh. 

“Be careful what you wish for,” his teeth graze the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, before running over the mark with his tongue, before his fingers are running over your drenched panties, and it takes everything in him not to sink his fangs into your plush thigh, but no — he’s carefully tugging down your underwear down your legs — he had to stay focused. 

His breath catches at the sight of your dripping cunt and swollen clit, glistening with your juices that told him just how much you wanted this — and it was enough to nearly have him cumming in his boxers. And then the sweet scent of your precum becomes too much for him—

And he can’t wait. 

His tongue flicks against your clit, making a squeal escape your lips, fingers finding purchase in the long strands. It’s too good — judging by the way your hips nearly rut into his lips, while your own moans his name. But it was even better for him, as he groans against your pussy, licking the pre sticking to his lips. 

“How do you taste so good? Sweetest thing I’ve tasted, as good as every part of you,” 

You gasp when his fingers spread your folds, “Cho—“ and he’s circling a tip of one of his lithe fingers around your entrance teasingly. 

He hums lightly, “Can’t decide whether I want to use my fingers or my mouth, love,” he murmurs in contemplation, whilst his tongue teases your needy clit, “what do you think, baby?” 

“I need you—anything—“ and he’s licking a stripe up your sweet pussy, before he’s sinking a finger into your fluttering walls, “Choso—fuck—“ and the wet squelch of your cunt and the feel of your fluttering walls around his digit makes his dick twitch in his boxers, “s’good,” 

And you’re melting into his touch, your juices soaking his fingers and wrist as he fucks you with his finger, knuckle deep in your warm walls, rubbing at your clit with his thumb. 

And you’re so sensitive, every move of his finger has your walls squeezing him tight, his other hand sneaking into his boxers to palm at his erection, “Cho, I need more—“ and he’s adding a second finger to the first, fucking you deep until he finds that spot — and that’s enough for you to fall apart. 

You cum, back arching as you do, stars bursting behind closed eyes, as you moan his name. He’s fucking you through your orgasm, walls fluttering around his fingers, thighs tensing around his hand. You come down from your high, chest nearly heaving from your pants, as he eases his fingers from your pussy. A soft sigh leaving your throat as your cunt flutters around nothing. 

Your eyes flutter open to see Choso licking his fingers clean — still sticky with your release — fangs flashing with the part of his lips, and you shiver at the sight. He’s leaning back down, pressing kisses to your thighs, before his tongue drags up your leaking pussy, making you gasp. 

“Please, Choso—fuck—“ and he’s smirking, glancing up with lips glossy with your release, placing a chaste kiss to your puffy clit, your eyes falling to his hand palming his boxers, “let me touch you—“ 

“Not yet, baby,” his tongue circles your slit, circles growing faster before sinking into your insides, nose bumping against your swollen clit, as he laps at your messy slit, “not until I’ve swallows every drop of you,” his fangs pinch at your clit. 

It’s already too much for you — your second orgasm sneaks up on you — a coil wound tight as he slurps and sucks at your cunt, all too eager to taste every last drop. And oh, he does — until he uses his thumb to rub at your clit, and it’s too much—

You squirt all over his face, soaking his face and fingers with your release, his lips more than eager to lap up every drop of it. Even as he pulls away, your cum is dripping down his chin, his dark eyes lidded as he looks up at you. 

And he can’t wait anymore—he needs to sink his dick into you. He’s licking his chin clean, pussydrunk on your cum, as he smashes lips to yours. Your moan is stifled as you taste yourself on his lips, tongue sneaking into your mouth as you part them for him. You hear the shift of the sheets as he tugs his boxers down, pulling his lips away only to finish kicking them off. 

But that’s not what you were looking at. 

Fuck, he was huge — his engorged tip was a deep red, large pearly beads of precum dripping down, while the rest of him was flushed a lovely pink. The veins that went along his length made gou tempted to trace them, mapping out his cock until you remembered every inch. You were hypnotized as your fingers reached for him, thumb flicking against his slit, before grasping at his base. 

He gasps, head lolling back, as you spread the pre along his length, beginning to pump him, “Fuck, so good for me, baby,” he’s covering his lips, cheeks flushed to match his cock, “please, I won’t last—“ and he nearly blows his load when your mouth sucks at the tip, before sliding his dick past your lips. your tongue tracing along the veins.

And a whine leaves his throat, as you start to bob along his length, spit and precum dripping down the corners of your mouth as you messily sucked at him. His hips jerk, as his fingers thread into your hair, tip brushing against his throat, it’s almost too much. 

He’s easing you off his cock with a tug of your hair, your lips parting with a pop, strings of saliva and precum connecting your mouth to his dick. And god, he wants nothing more then to pump his cock and let him spill all over your face. 

But no, no, he rather spill inside you. 

In an instant he’s gotten you onto your back,  the head of his cock brushing against your dripping cunt. He’s dragging the head of his dick against your dripping folds teasingly, making you squirm. 

“Please,” you’re whining, drawing a soft chuckle from him, as he’s lining himself up, groaning in unison as his tip bumps against your slit, “fuck, Choso, I need you—“ 

And he obliges, sinking into you inch by inch, a grunt from his mouth, “Already trying to swallow me whole, love? No need for that — I’m already giving it to you,” the delicious stretch of your warm walls pull him in deeper, stretching as he works himself inside your cunt, “so tight, baby,” and he’s finally bottoming out — cock twitching against your sweet cunt. 

He’s reaching places you didn’t think were possible, his 

You were far too tempting, “Please, Cho, please move—“ your words cut off with a gasp as his lips against your neck again, fangs piercing your skin as he bites you, right as he starts to slowly fuck into you. 

White hot pleasure rips up your spine — the bite and the way his cock fucks you enough for you to already cum around him, your mouth parted in moans, as your walls clamp down on him. He’s sucking greedily at your blood, and he wasn’t sure what was better, the way your sweet blood tasted against his tongue, or the way your release squelched around his dick, as he fucked it. And he barely registers that his cock is growing larger against your spasming pussy, but you sure do, as you moan his name. 

“S’big, Choso, too big,” you’re whining, as his hand presses against your lower half only to feel a slight bulge, and he only makes him want to thrust harder, too far gone to think — only one thought circling the drain of his pin sized perspective — that he wanted to fill you up, 

“Cho-so, please—“ and he doesn’t know what you’re asking him, to slow down or to go faster, as he pulls his fangs from you. And he could cum just looking at you — your forehead slick with sweat, while scarlet rivulets of your blood ran down the side of your neck, eyes blown out in such lust — and everything about your body begging him to fuck you more.  

“S’pretty for me, baby,” as he fucks you through your orgasm, another building in its place, as he watches his cock piston in and out of your fluttering cunt. And it feels too fucking good. And he’s leaning back down to lick up the blood staining your neck, as he gives a particular hard thrust that has you seeing stars, and he knows you’re close—and he knows he won’t last much longer — not with the way your vice grip cunt is squeezing around him. 

But you’re confirming it with your moans, filling his ears along with the lewd noises of skin slapping together, “I’m close—I’m—“ and he’s grunting in agreement, as his lips find yours in a bruising kiss, only to pull a breath away to ask: 

“Where?” And the flutter of your walls that pulls him impossibly deeper tells him the answer, but you reply with words as well.  

“Inside, please, need to feel you fill me—“ you cum then and there, words cut off with a moan of his name, and he’s fucking you through your orgasm. His thrusts stutter as he grows close, before groaning and pressing another kiss to your lips, biting your bottom lip to draw blood, as he spills inside you, painting your insides with his hot release, fucking it inside you as his hips slow. 

He’s pulling away from your lips, pulling himself from inside you, a soft gasp leaving your lips, as he moans himself when he watches his seed mixed with your cum slip from your pussy. 

He’s caressing you, pressing sweet kisses to your face and neck, your quiet pants filling his ears like a metronome. 

“Are you okay?” he murmurs, and your eyes flutter open, lips curling slightly as you nod, a sigh on your lips. 

“I’m more than okay,” you press your lips to his again, a sweet kiss that grows more insistent as your tongue drags against the seam of his lips, before you hear a wet squelch, and your eyes open darting down to only find him stroking his cock, “Choso, are you—“ 

“Mm, the effect of your blood hasn’t quite subsided for me,” he murmurs, “but I think I can take care of it with—“ and he’s flipped onto his back, eyes blinking up as you, sitting on top of him. 

And he sees the blatant want in your gaze, as you begin to lower yourself onto his dick, a smile pulling at your lips, as your lust pulled him under and his cock inside you. 

“I told you I’d take care of you, Choso,” and you offer your neck to him again, dragging your wrist across his face, “so let me.” 

“You’ll be working with Choso again on this project,” you have to bite back your smile, when you nod, “the two of you did a good job on the last one. Thank you for the overtime you put in. It did not go unnoticed,” 

“No problem, sir, anything for the job,” and your supervisor smiles, as you turn to leave, “I’m sure Choso would say the same,” 

“The two of you make a good team. I may pair you two together more often. Is that okay? I’ll have to run it by Choso, of course,” and you nod, hand already on the door knob. 

“I’m sure he would be more than okay with that, sir.” 

“Ah, baby, please just one bite?” Choso’s got you pressed up against the conference room door, “spending all day at work with you makes me so needy,” he mumbles against your skin, as he’s already unbuttoning your button up, the shirt already creased with he’s tugging it free from your slacks, “please,” 

“Cho, you had one this morning, it’s barely lunchtime, and you’re this desperate—” and he’s grinding his tenting erection against your clothed cunt, and your hand barely is able to make it in time to stifle your moan with your fingers, “fuck, fine, one bite, but don’t make a mess, this is a white blouse, babe—” 

He’s already tugging down your shirt, wrapping his arms around his middle, as his red tinted gaze meets yours in the shaded drawn window of the conference door. And now you were sure — your coworker loved you, even when you thought he didn’t.  

“Don’t worry, love, I won’t spill a drop.” 

✧ a/n: this fic was weirdly hard to write. i was very stuck for a while. i couldn't figure out how to write it even though the idea struck me. but i hope you all enjoy <3 thank you for @laneysmusings and @gaylatteart for betaing and being the best moral support <3

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[hoshigray]

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 | choso kamo

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Finding out your boyfriend's a vampire was far from the chill evening you planned with him. But you can't lie, imagining those fangs sinking down on and sucking on your skin....it's kinda hot.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: vampire bf! Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern! au - oral (m! receiving) - handjob - fingering (f! receiving) - nipple play (licking, sucking, tweezing, fangs grazing) - piercings (nape and frenum) - biting (wrist, shoulder, breast, implied more afterwards) - Choso got a long schlong, rip - missionary position - overstimulation - clitoral play (swiping) - cervix fucking - the first time you and Choso have sex + you two being nervy/cute - pet names (angel, baby, princess) - Choso takes blood supplements + drinks pigs blood - Yuuji is his half-brother - mention of blood (duh) and saliva/spit - proofread but will check for more l8r.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.4k (bro, wtf???)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: y'all watched that new ep, right? right. anywaysss, in celebration of choso [and yuuji]'s big fight being animated, i was thinking of vampy bf! choso for a few days and how cute/hot that would be! soooooo, enjoy~~ ☆ and tysm for 2.6k!!

“Sooo, you two gonna like fuck tonight?”

“Whatever happened to ‘How’s your day,’ ‘You doing okay,’ or ‘You still haven’t offed yourself after midterms,’ Nobara?”

“Yeah, my day is going fine, but answer the question.” 

“I swear to Christ…” you sigh heavily as you walk down the sidewalk. 

The month of October brings more dread to your being than anything else. As much as you want to be festive, order a pumpkin latte, and chill watching the leaves fall gracefully with the autumn times, college life does whatever it takes to prevent that. And what better way to do that than have you suffer with midterm exams. 

You and your roommate, Nobara, have experienced the worst, especially this week. Having to study and pull all-nighters so much that you two can count with four fingers at max how many hours of sleep you get daily. Whatever gets the work done. However, it shouldn’t cost you your necessary slumber. Even your other best friends, Yuuji and Megumi, are victims of the tests. Hell, Yuuji found out he had an exam the day BEFORE and had to come in clutch by spending the entire day finishing the two-page study guide!  

All four of you are depleted of fun; it’s non-existent as you try to navigate out of this academic hell…Despite that, though, there’s one thing you’re always looking forward to during the week: the weekend! Oh, yes, today is finally Friday. You’ve been anticipating this day throughout the week, finally done with your exams and ready to relax with your friends after so much schoolwork. But that’s not the only thing you’re looking forward to…

Because this weekend, you’ll finally be with your boyfriend, whom you haven’t seen since the start of midterms. Choso Kamo, Yuuji’s older half-brother and the man of your life, is the only person you’d love to see sweep you off your feet and take you in his loving arms, away from all the stress and discomfort from your college life. The two of you have been dating for almost a year, and he’s, without a doubt, the sweetest guy you ever got lucky with. 

Since the start of this semester, it’s been hard for you two to meet at one place, let alone get on the phone. With you on campus and he outside with his job as a piercer, there have been times when you thought you’d never see him until winter break. Yet, it is now fall break, and Yuuji invited you and the gang to have a relaxing weekend at Choso’s place (with his permission). You accepted the invitation with a gleeful heart, practically bouncing and giggling at the thought of being in the same place as your partner again. And that’s where you’re heading now, walking down the sidewalk to his townhouse with a duffle bag full of your stuff, and you on the phone with Nobara to keep you company. 

“All I’m saying is,” the brunette starts on the other side of the line. “If there’s ever a good time for you two to get it on, it would be this weekend.”

“I’m sorry, since when has my sex life been on your mind instead of studying for the exam you have in ten minutes?” You hear your roommate suck her teeth, and you grin with satisfaction. “Besides, he and I are waiting for the perfect time to do it, no rush. And seeing as you, Megumi, and Yuuji will be in the same place as us, I highly doubt we’d ever think of having sex.”

“Hmm, fair point —KNOCK KNOCK— WHO IS IT!!?” You almost remove the device from your ear from Nobara’s abrupt yelling. “Sorry, Y/n. Megumi is here and says we gotta head to the classroom right now.” 

“That’s fine. I’m already at Choso’s place, anyway. See you guys later, and good luck with the exam.”

“‘Kay, see ya later.” She bids you farewell. “Also, if you two ever do it this weekend and you don’t tell me, as your best-est friend, I have legal rights to make sure all your cute underwear gets thrown out next time I take out the trash.”

“Good-fucking-bye, Nobara.” You scoff, your thumb already pressing the end call button and stuffing the phone in the pocket of your leggings. 

In just the nick of time, you make it to Choso’s townhome and climb up the stairs to knock on the door. Within seconds, Yuuji opens the door and greets you with a hug. 

“Y/n!” He’s always so eager and chipper when he sees you. “I was just about to text you; gotta run to the grocery store, then head to the pizza shop to place the order.”

You enter the foyer to remove your shoes while the salmon-haired other rushes to put his on. “Oh, how come?”

“The phones and websites seem to be down, so I gotta head there in person to place the order. But don’t worry, I’ll be right back before Megumi and Nobara.” He stands to open the door again before grabbing his car keys from the rack. “Choso’s up in his room right now, so you can say hi and chill with him while I’m gone.”

“All right,” You watch Yuuji run down to the sidewalk before he stops to shout something in your direction.

“Don’t do anything too crazy, ya lovebirds!” He sends you a cheeky grin, and you give him a playful glare with puffed cheeks.

“I won’t; go get the pizza!” He laughs at your response as he jogs down the street to his car, and you close the door when you see him drive off. 

Alone with Choso…The thought of being alone with your boyfriend for a few hours has the butterflies in your stomach become active, fighting the urge to smile with warm cheeks. It’s been a hellish month thus far. Finally, after all this time, being in your boyfriend’s arms is enough to wash off all the stress you’ve pent up for the past couple of weeks.

With glee in your steps, you tip-toe up the stairs with wholesome thoughts of you and your boyfriend. I wonder if he’s been eating right these days. Same with getting sleep, he has a bad habit of sleeping at ungodly hours…Oh my God, wait, are we going to sleep together? If so, it'll be the first time we share a bed together. Does that mean—

You mentally slap yourself out of your delusion when you stop at his bedroom door. Oh, snap out of it, Y/n! That’s just Nobara getting into your head. Plus, it’s not like you two will be by yourselves for the entire night —  the other three will be here. Hell, his own younger brother will be across the exact hallway! Don’t think such horny shit, for God’s sake…

You shake your head to abolish the impure thoughts, raising your fist to knock on your boyfriend’s door. “Chocho?" You greet with a nickname. "It’s me, Y/n. I just got here and—“ 

CRASH!!

The sound makes you jump, halting you from finishing that sentence. Rushed footsteps and another noise that something was bumped into follow along. “Ch-Choso? Everything all right?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m good,” you can tell even from outside the room his voice had an unsure tone; he was, in fact, not good. “Just wait, I gotta—Ow!!”

You know you shouldn’t have done what you’re about to do as it goes against basic etiquette; however, when you hear sudden cries of pain from your boyfriend, how in the world would you stay still!? With a chewed lip, you grab the door handle and bust it open to enter his room.

You know you shouldn’t have done that. Because what you see before you is way beyond your comprehension. 

The carpeted floor had items all over the place. There are packets filled with what appear to be red liquids and tiny red pills contrasted with the white carpet. They must’ve been knocked over and made that noise. Suddenly, you notice a stain on the white mat in a bright red color. That was the thing that alerted your nerves, immediately searching for the figure standing behind the bed. It was your boyfriend, Choso Kamo.

But was it him? Because what on earth were you looking at!?? He still had the same face, light brown hair that was usually tied up now fell to his neck, his black “tattoo” on his face now red and leaking down to his chin. And his mouth was agape, your eyes noting that his canines were extended out more than usual with red fluid at the ends. Not to mention that the man was now shirtless! His bare chest and abdomen out for you, covered with smeared….Is…Is that blood?

Choso slowly moves his hands up in defense. “Y/n…Just stay calm for me, okay?”

The entire scene was too much for your brain to grasp, your breathing increasing to an unstable pattern, and your eyes looking at every jarring detail doesn’t help ease the thoughts going way too fast for you. The worried expression of your boyfriend has your body at a standstill, and your limbs quiver as if you’re about to give way. So, what are you left to do?

You faint.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

He stares at you, and you stare at him.

He averts his gaze shyly away from you, and you keep yours fixated on his.

Brown orbs teeter meekly to your figure sitting on his bed before reverting back to the other side, and yours refuse to leave his face, practically sinking holes into his forehead. 

This has been going on for five minutes ever since your consciousness returned, and Choso cleaned up the mess in his room and himself — now, he wears a black tank top after cleaning the red stains off his body. After giving you an explanation as to what happened, you haven’t said a single word to him. You only stare at him while pondering questions of your own. And you can tell the lack of communication makes the poor man uncomfortable in the confines of his bedroom. So, for his sake (and your headache-inducing curiosity), you eventually uttered something.

“So,” you say the first word with a long pause, treading carefully on which questions to ask. “Those pills…are filled with blood?”

“Yes…” He admits with his gaze still not away from you. 

“And you take them every day?”

“Twice a day…”

Okay…Next question, “And those small packets,” you point to the dresser where a pile of said red packets stack upon one another. “Also blood?” He nods slowly. “Human blood?”

He finally brings his eyesight to you but with a hurried shake to the head. “No, no! It’s pig’s blood.”

Is that worse or better?? Never mind— You then point to your set of canines. “And your teeth, I’ve never seen them that long...”

“They only get like that when I don’t drink blood for a while. So, when you knocked on my door, I was just about to open a packet. But then I heard your name and kinda panicked…”

“Oh my God…” Everything comes together and hits you all at once. From his pale skin contrasting yours, the unusual tattoo across his face now revealed as a blood mark, or all those times you caught him drinking his super red "beet juice." It all comes down to the only acceptable truth that feels foreign to leave your lips. “…..My boyfriend is a vampire.” 

Choso cringes internally at the words you uttered. The truth has finally come, and he didn’t even mean for it to happen, at least not like this. Who in their right mind would want to reveal to their partner that they’re a blood-sucking monster? It’s the most dreadful talk of his life that Choso has done all his years avoiding. And now you, his sweet, perfect thing, have discovered his abnormal existence.

“That’s…” He cringes harder when you say more words. “So...” Anxiety pools his stomach, mind filled with uneasy guesses on what you’d think of him now. He could only assume the worst; it’s only natural. “...Cool!!”

Wait, what? That’s not what he expected. Way off, actually.

He feels the dent of the bed when you move closer to him, your face merely inches away from his as you examine every single feature of him. It takes the vampiric man aback, holding his breath while watching your face stare at him intensely with your beautiful eyes, beaming with excitement and wonder. And his vision slowly drifts to your lips, watching them move as you ask questions. And he keeps staring until, “—so…Choso!!” He snaps his orbs back to yours, his cheeks blossoming pink. “I’m asking you a question. So, since you’re a vampire, how come you’re not melting or sparkling when the sun touches you? Is that why you wear black all the time?”

“You mean that stuff from the books and movies?” He questions your logic, but it’s not your fault; he’s sure many others would’ve asked the same. “I don’t know about melting, but my skin gets dry if I stay out too long.”

You hum along to his answer, nodding as if you were in a lecture. “How come Yuuji isn’t a vampire, or at least half? Wait, does he know!?”

“No! No, he doesn’t. I became a vampire because my father was a vampire and turned me and my mother into one. I think I was around the age of twenty. After she died and my dad found Itadori’s mom, he didn’t change her into one. So, with that luck, I guess he isn’t fully a vampire. But I wouldn’t blow past it if he has some characteristics…”

“I see.” Again, you nod along. That might explain some things, like why he’s so fricken fast when he plays sports and that crazy-like strength he has… “So, how long have you been like this?”

“Almost a hundred and thirty.” 

Woah. “And when have—I’m sorry, how long have you tasted human blood?”

Choso ponders on that question for a few seconds before answering. “I started when I became one. I try not to have it as I did back then; the last time I had it was around two years ago. But even then, I switched more into donated or pig’s blood for the past four decades.” 

“Do you ever have cravings for human blood?” Was that too much to ask? It possibly was because Choso makes a face that conveys slight objection. Yet your mind genuinely wanted to know.

“I do, but I try not to act on them. Especially now that I have a human brother, and you…I guess it doesn’t feel right that I do so, ya know.”

His response replays in your mind, not because you were confused but because you understood where he was coming from. You’re sure it wasn’t easy for him to go around and sink his fangs into human flesh back then; modern times should make the task a lot easier with so many people on this earth. Although, you can imagine how hard it must have been for Choso to ignore an urge like that, specifically when it caters to his whole being. Alternatives such as pills and blood packets can only do so much.

“..…Have you ever thought of biting me?” 

The question came out on its own as your curiosity got the best of you. Yet you don’t regret asking because it’s not impossible to think of ever happening.

Choso’s brown eyes look into yours sincerely, releasing a heavy sigh as if the truth was weighing him down. “…Yes.” 

Your expression doesn’t change, remaining neutral. There’s no point in asking why because you can practically answer that yourself: he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s very considerate, so no wonder he’d put your health and well-being above all else. So, why not do the same for him? “…Would you like to taste mine?”

His eyes widen at your proposal, surveying your face to see any twinges or crack soft a smile that entails a joke. There were none, your expression exhibiting nothing but honesty. “A-Are you sure??”

You nod with a smile. “Yup. I mean, it’s not every day someone gets to have a vampire taste their blood — let alone see a vampire, period. Besides,” you stretch out your arm, your wrist stationed in front of Choso. “If it were any other random vampire, I’d probably throw garlic their way.” 

The man scoffs at your comment. “Something also you see in books and movies, Y/n.”

“Whatever,” the two of you laugh at your silliness. “But I’m serious, Chocho. I’m fine as long you’re the one doing it. So, go on.” 

A moment of hesitation keeps him in his thoughts, the mental cogs of his brain deciphering what course of action he should take. But he does take your wrist with a large hand, bringing it towards his mouth. And before you know it, the vampiric man unsheathes his fangs out for display and sinks them into your flesh, tearing the skin as they pierce through. 

The sharp pain was expected, but you still forced your eyes shut and took in a big inhale. Choso watches your reaction as his fangs take in a sample of your blood for him to taste. The familiar texture of the body fluid courses through him, and drips of it slide down to his tongue. You exhale through your mouth, pursed lips blowing out cool air. It felt as though two needles were simultaneously stabbing your wrist, your hand forming into a fist to situate yourself through the hurtful sensation. 

And Choso just keeps watching you as he drinks your red fluid, taking in your graceful reaction. He knows it hurts, but you don’t say anything, pushing through it for the sake of him. He examines your steady breathing, eyes sewn shut, and plump limps agape for inhalation. You looked so good like this — tasted good as well, very sweet with a floral scent; it must have been your signature perfume. It intoxicates him, thinking of your body and fragrance on him and your sweet taste on his tastebuds. It ignites something inside him. Something that he hadn’t experienced in a long time…

“Choso?” You call out to him as his blinks signal that he heard you. “You done there? Don’t want you sucking my arm dry.” You jest to him.

He takes the hint and removes his teeth from your wrist, licking the two pierced holes of excess blood that seeps out. “My bad.”

You tease him some more. “Do I taste that good to you?” You didn’t expect him to give you a curt nod, a silent compliment from your boyfriend. “O–Oh…That’s good to know…” You say timidly, gaze averting downwards. Then, you notice something in the crotch of his pants. You gasp: a pinched tent. Choso follows your sight, finding out about his predicament to his horror. He opens his mouth to explain himself, but you beat him. “Can I take care of it?” 

Again, Choso tries to say something, but no words dare to come out as you crawl up towards him. His brain short circuits at your movement, his back hitting the headboard of his bed. His blush creeps around to his ears, contrasting his pale skin and chocolate-colored hair. You smile at him; he’s so adorable and shy about this. “Mind I take the lead for a minute?” You ask for permission, even though the answer is quite clear when he peers at your lips. He nods, your face drawing inward and your soft lips landing on his.

One kiss. Two kisses and a moan. Three kisses pass, and it’s at this point that you two can’t get off each other. As his hand snakes to the back of your head to deepen the kiss, he takes your mewls with his lips, the insertion of his tongue making your toes curl. 

Taking the lead as promised, you bring a hand down to the zipper of his ripped jeans, bringing the zipper and the clothing down to throw on the floor. Your fingers curl around the band of his black boxer briefs, pulling them down to reveal his lo— WHAT THE FUCK!!??

His erection springs out from his underwear, and what you’re met with is a fucking behemoth. For one, the thing was way longer than you anticipated — most definitely the longest you’ve had within reach. And because of its length, it looked so pretty to look at. The way his precum trickles down his glans to the underside is so magnificent to your eyes that you’re practically stuck looking at it. And…Is that a piercing right at his frenulum? Oh, wow. Vampire dick, huh.

“Heh, you like what you see, princess?” Suddenly, you feel so small from being called out with that little tease from your boyfriend. You give him a condescending expression, making him chuckle to himself. And who told him to call you that cute nickname!?… Keep going.

Back to the matter, you ogle at his dick again and mentally prep yourself by slowly moving your hand toward it. Your fingers curl around the base and unhurriedly stroke him to figure out a good pace to start. A moan from Choso entails that you know what you’re doing, so you dial up the speed and go further up, stopping your strokes from his piercing down to the base.

He becomes more vocal as your friction becomes more confident, spitting on your hand and tightening your grip to make it easier for his rough skin to slide across your palm. Sticking with a firm and consistent rhythm, you watch your hand go to work on his shaft, watching more of his precum leak and slide down to your fingers. It was so lewd yet so arousing; you feel the throbbing heat between your legs begins to form, swaying your ass to ease the pleasurable sensation while instructing a pornographic act.

“Ahhh, ahhnn, oh shit…” He stammers to give you a proper response, your hand feeling too good. “Oh fuck, your hand feels so good, angel, so goo—Nhhhh!!”

“Really?” You can’t deny the pride you feel for yourself, so you move down to situate between his legs. “That’s all that matters, then.” You bring your free hand to massage his testicles and cover more surface, and more of Choso’s whines and croaks fill the space, his hips bucking to ensure more friction and pleasure on his end.

With the rate this is going, more of his essence leaks out from his urethra, and the raunchy image playing right in front of you has your lips quiver. An intrusive thought roams around your brain while looking at his pink glans. You chew on your lips as you decide on what to do. And when you finally do, it’s now or never.

With a gulp, you bring the tip of his cock to your lips, and the man sharply gasps at the wet sensation of your tongue on his glans. The precum leaves a salty aftertaste on your tastebuds, proving that this is happening: you’re giving your vampiric boyfriend a blowjob right now. Deciding to take things to the next level, you intake more of his inches as much as you can. Not the whole thing because you know you’d probably choke, so you take your time inhaling his length at a comfortable pace and manner. And once you bob your head, the hisses and groans from Choso should give you an idea that he’s feeling elated.

“Haahh…Mmmph…Y/n, your mouth feels so good—Oh shit…” He brings a hand down to the top of your head, a sign you can guess that he wants you to keep going. And so you do, speeding up your motions. Your mouth sucks and teases the underside of his dick, your tongue curves and licks around the piercing of his frenulum, and he jerks when you slowly teasingly lick from the base to the tip. You bring your hand to the rest of the inches you couldn’t cover, your pretty fingers sliding up and down his dick while your free hand comes to his balls for you to massage. The sudden contact of your hands wasn’t expected, his body jolting to the sensations of your tongue and fingers around him, kneading his scrotum as you playfully lick on his cockhead. “—Khhh, ohhhh, fuck…Y/n, baby, I’m—Ahahhh!!”

From the sound of it, he was bound to release his load. So you prepare and bring the tip back into your warm mouth, urging the man to climax. With a few more pumps from your hands coinciding with the laps and sucks of your plump lips, he ruts his groin to your face as his essence spreads inside your oral cavity. And you take it like a champ, sucking every pump to your throat, not letting the tip go until he finished. So, once his body calms down, you release him, wiping off the trail of saliva from your mouth.

Yet it doesn’t stop there; of course, it doesn’t.  Because Choso’s cock is very much still sprung and active from your blowjob, meaning it’s inevitable that you’re going to move on to the next phase. And judging by the sheer length of this thing, you have no idea how that shit is gonna fit inside of you. Damn, vampire dick sure is something…

“Y/n?” You snap back from your thoughts when Choso calls out to you, noticing you gawking at his size. “You don’t have to do the rest if you don’t want, baby. I can take care of it.”He’s so sweet looking out for you as he’s aware that you’re a little worried. 

But you surprise him when you exit off the bed for a quick second, removing your leggings and underwear for the carpet to keep for you. The same thing goes for your matching bra. And as you crawl back to bed, his wide eyes never leave your lower figure, watching you lie on your back with your head on a pillow and your legs spread wide. “As long as you take the lead, I’ll be fine, Chocho.”

It’s his turn to gulp and ease his dry throat before getting on his knees and positioning himself between your legs, dark brown orbs intaking every detail of your cunt that’s exposed for him. You chew on your lip, “It’s embarrassing if you stare so hard at it, ya know…”

“S-Sorry,” He apologizes while getting back to the task. He grabs ahold of his length and aligns the tip to your wet entrance, and your breath hitches at the contact. “I’ll go real slow, okay?”You give a couple of honest nods for confirmation, and he watches your breathing. When he notes your inhales and exhales, he pushes into your folds. With every inhale you take, he nudges further into you. The pain gets bitter and bitter by the second, and your hands grip the sheets beneath you. “Relax for me, angel, relax.” He comes down to whisper those words to ear; swear to God, you could’ve moaned right there and then. However, you switch your focus to following his advice, reminding your body to stop resisting the unfamiliar limb making entry. The pain is still present, but you count your breaths to distract your mind until the tip finally makes it in, a sharp gasp sneaking past you and a hiss from Choso when you involuntarily grasp around him while he pushes more of him inside.  

However, he doesn’t move right away, giving you as much time as you need to catch a steady pattern to breathe along with. Your head already feels too hot, and your chest feels too tight to breathe. You peer down to find that he is only halfway in, and there’s no amount of words to describe the disbelief you’re experiencing at this moment. “I feel…so full already…” You nearly choke on your words. You can practically feel his piercing scrape your insides.

“I know, princess,” he comforted you with a kiss on the forehead while lifting your shirt, your chest meeting his cold, slender fingers that massaged your mounds. All the while, he pushes his cock further into your chasm, and your breathing goes shaky as you try and take every inch of him. Then all of a sudden, your body jolts upward when you feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix; you can only guess now that everything’s entirely inside you. Oh yeah, vampire dick is most definitely something else. Tears start to water your eyes, and your hands come around Chos’s neck, the coldness of his nape piercing greeting your skin. “—Mmmm, fuckin’ Christ…I’m gonna go start moving now, Y/n.”

You appreciate the warning because, with the way his hips start to create a motion to and fro from your entrance, it’s surreal that his shaft is churning your inner wall with minimal effort. Shivers crawl up your spine every time the base meets your southern lips, grazes to your most tender spots result in you chewing on your bottom lip, and God, the occasional jab to your cervix is something you’ll have to get used to. He sucks on one nipple while the other hand tends to the other, the laps of his tongue on the bud of your breast feel so good, and you gasp when his fangs lightly graze it. So exhilaratingly dangerous. 

“Choso—Ohhhh…” you coo, your head thrown back when he tweezes your nipple simultaneously with the jab to your cervix. The pace of his thrusts increases a tad, and your voice becomes more vocal than before, filling his bedroom with your breathy whimpers. “So big, you’re so big for me—Ohooo!”

“—Mmfhh!! Fuck, you feel so good for me, princess…Shiiiit—” The way your cunt wraps around him so tightly causes him to rut into you harder and faster, evoking spine-chilling whines from your puffy, bitten lips. Your disheveled figure squirms on the sheets, holding onto Choso for dear life as he churns your tummy insides. Your fragrance attacks his nose when he kisses your neck, nibbling the skin to listen to your cute gasps more. Then, the urge rises. He opens his mouth for his fangs to scrape your neck.

“Ahahhnn!! Ch–Chosooo!!” 

Your voice halts his unconscious, realizing what he was about to do and quickly withdrawing his teeth from your neck. No, not now… He thinks to himself, moving his fangs to your shoulder instead. The bite elicits a sharp shriek from your unbeknownst self. Your nails dig into his shoulders, the pain motivating him to explore more of your body with your mouth. 

You can feel his kisses trail down your collarbone and breast, sucking on your nipples once more before leaving a tiny bite. You clamp around his girth as a response, which jabs into your cervix repeatedly with precision. More kisses and licks later, and he leaves a bite mark by your collarbone, sucking on the spot to taste more of your sweet blood. Your mind goes dizzy with the constant of his lips and teeth, and the commotion down south has you wrap your legs around him, caging him in as your climax is soon to come.

“—Nnaahh! Ahaahhnn!! Oh, God, Ohmyfuckin’Go—Hhmmff!!” Choso leads a hand down to your clitoris, and you see stars in no time. “Chosooo!! Yer handsss, you’re gonna make me cummm!! Ooooh, shhahhh!!”

Choso listens to your pleas with attentive ears, his fingers swiping rampantly on your clit. Your choked sobs are so beautiful to hear. The way your walls grasp around his length entails you’re about to come on him any second now. “Go on, my angel. Ring me out—Hnnghh!! So fuckin’ tight…”

Erratic ruts to your sloppy cunt cause wet noises to fill your eardrums, and the heat in your face is unbearable while your head pounds harshly. With the swipes on your clit and him grinding his cock to your tender spot, it’s apparent that you two come concurrently. He fills your cunt with his anticipated load while your velvety walls contract around him euphorically, and exchanged pants fill the space between your sweaty bodies. 

The two of you experience shocks of your own as your heaving bodies rest on each other, Choso nuzzling his face to your neck as his hand softly massages your breast. Your body calms down, gradually exiting your blissful haze. But it tenses again when you feel another sharp pain in your shoulder, and you snicker while pulling his ear to tease. 

“Let you have a taste, now you’re already hooked, huh…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Choso uses a washcloth to dab on the bite marks around your body, gently pressing down on it and wiping off any blood that leaves your newly added markings. The warm cloth feels good on your cold skin — as if the stinging sensation subsides in seconds. 

“You know,” You hum along as he takes care of your body. “I didn’t think you’d be that much of a biter.”

“Sorry,” he moves to your front, dabbing the teeth marks on your breasts and shoulders. You can see the hint of pink that flushes his cheeks and ears. “Got a little carried away…”

You giggle. “No need to apologize, Chocho.” The nickname has him blush harder. He’s so cute when he’s flustered. “Just goes to show that you were enjoying the moment.”

His hands suddenly stop moving, the washcloth now around your wrist. “…Did you?” Caramel eyes dare to peek at yours. “Did you enjoy it?”

You could tell that the question carried a deep-rooted meaning. Not only was this the first time you and Choso had sex, but it was also within the same day you found out he was a vampire. If you were in his shoes, you could guess he’d probably think you didn’t like the experience or found it heavily discomforting. Yet that wasn’t the case at all. So, you have to communicate that to him. 

With a warm smile, you let him know, “Yes, I did. I had a great time.” Before you can say more, a random thought prompts you to ask a question. “Hey, I felt you were about to bite my neck, but you didn’t.”

 “Hmm? Oh, umm, yeah, I did. The only way for someone to become a vampire is by biting the neck,” He confirms, his gaze drifting down to your wrist as he uses the wet cloth to dab on the mark. “But I don’t want you becoming one now. At least, not without you telling me.”

“Wait, you don't want me to be a vampire?”

“I mean, that’s up to you, honestly. As much as I love you and would love the idea of spending my life with you, that’s only my selfish wish at the end of the day. The choice should be yours to make, not mine.”

You remove your hand from his hold and place it on his cold cheek. The other hand comes up to cup the other, provoking your boyfriend to look directly at you. 

“You’re so sweet, you know that?” You have never seen his face change into a flash of pink so quickly; it makes you giggle at him. “Chocho, I appreciate you telling me the truth about yourself. I’m sure it’s been hard on you to carry this burden of pretending to be something you’re not, especially with me. So, again, thank you…However, I can’t really see myself as a vampire, at least right now. My life seems to be at a good place right now, and I want to experience it first-hand, ya know. With you by my side.”

You know Choso is listening to you word-for-word; his brown eyes never leaving your face is evidence of such. So you continue: “So, until then, let me be human for a while longer. When the time is right, I’ll let you know. Sounds good?”

The brown-haired man gives you a smile before answering, resulting in yours broadening. “I’m cool with that.”

You nod. “Cool.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…You want more of my blood, huh.”

“…..I’m sorry,” you laugh at his awkwardness. “You just smell so good. And you taste sweet…”

“In that case,” you withdraw your hands from his cheek and extend an arm out for him. “Have one last taste.”

There’s hesitance when his hand grabs ahold of your wrist. But when he knows you’re complying and on board with this, Choso brings your wrist to his lips, his fangs pierce down on your skin, and he sucks your blood. The pain this time around wasn’t too excruciating. Maybe with all the bites you have on your body right now, you came around and got used to it. 

And who knows? Perhaps you’ll grow to love the sensation soon enough.

“Yo! I’m back!” The two of you freeze. A familiar voice from the other side of the hallway brings you back to the present moment. You then remember that Yuuji promised to return from the store and pizza place. And seeing as though time has passed enough for him to be done, the warmth of your body shifts to a disturbing shiver when the bedroom door opens up. “I got the pizzas and left them on top of the oven—“

The salmon-haired other stopped mid-sentence when his eyesight landed in your direction. You can only imagine what’s going through his mind when he looks at you and Choso because that was the same experience you went through a few hours back.

Yuuji looks at the two of you on top of the bed. Clothes decorating the carpeted floor, both your bodies free and nude, your tits out for him to see crystal clear. One of your hands holds a washcloth that harbors red, bloody stains. The other hand stretched out towards Choso’s mouth, where the younger notices fangs withdrew from your wrist. The newly drawn blood from your new mark connects to the sharp teeth of his older brother.

Thirty seconds go by where no one says anything, just three pairs of eyes and figures falling victim to the discomfiting silence of this situation. Until Yuuji starts to uncomfortably laugh at the sight before him for a few seconds. And then suddenly, he stops, and his balance gives way for his body to meet with the floor beneath him.

He fainted.

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2023 – reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly <3 header art by rororogi mogera + dividers by the amazing @/cafekitsune!!

[charmandabear]

Christmas

Summary:

Sleeping in your childhood bedroom with your parents on the other side of the wall is probably the worst place to fool around. Bummer that you and Astarion struggle to keep your hands off each other.

Pairing: Astarion/f!Reader Rating: E Word Count: 1.6k Tags/Warnings: more smut than fluff, modern au, christmas smut, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, keep it the fuck down

Read it on AO3.

Thank you again to Idylla for letting me use their amazing art for the banner! Part 2 of 3(?) of Midwinter Nights! Definitely absolutely not based on a true story.

Midwinter Nights: Yule | Christmas | New Year's Eve

It's not that you were nervous to introduce him to your parents, but you certainly weren't free of anxiety.

But the second he turned on that Astarion charm, relief rushed your body. They were absolutely enamored with him, your dad almost alarmingly so. You had never seen him laugh louder at someone’s jokes, clearly vying to impress your partner.

He looked so cute helping your mom trim the tree, carefully placing ornaments according to her strict instruction. He indulged her desire to spread family gossip halfway through her second glass of wine. He would occasionally throw a smile towards where you were curled up in a cushy chair with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, flashing a cheeky hint of fang for your benefit. Your parents don't need to know about that yet.

You finally bade your parents goodnight and retreated to your old bedroom. They had converted it into a guest room long ago, but there were still hints of your childhood in it. The stuffed animals that adorned the bed, the old dresses hanging in the closet.

You turned out the lights and slipped under the covers next to Astarion, rubbing your cold feet against his even colder legs. You turned over to face him, basking in the sight of his skin glowing beneath the twinkling fairy lights.

“My parents really like you,” you said in a whisper, cognizant of them possibly hearing you on the other side of the wall. He rested a hand on the slope of your waist, thumb stroking absentmindedly.

“Don't sound so surprised, darling,” he chuckled. “You say it as though I don't know how to behave.” He punctuated the statement with a rakish grin, really driving home the point.

“Right, because when I think ‘Astarion’ my first thought is ‘someone you can take home to mother.’” 

“I'm certain I have no idea what you mean,” he said, and planted a chaste kiss on your forehead. You smiled and burrowed into his chest, excited to fall asleep and for morning to come.

You tilt your head up for one more goodnight kiss. He obliges, and his lips taste sweet, the hot chocolate still lingering. Your breath catches as he presses into your lower back with his hand, deepening the kiss ever so slightly. You snake your hands up around his neck, lightly running your fingers through his soft silvery curls.

If you were smart, you would have broken the kiss and turned over to go to sleep. Lying in your childhood bedroom with your extremely attractive vampire lover while your parents slept on the other side of the very thin wall was not the time or place to start anything.

But you are not a smart woman.

You pressed your body into his and relished in the breathy groan that escaped his lips. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, the taste of desperation and heat flooding your senses. You clawed at his back and neck, chasing every inch of his body and searching for relief from that mounting pressure in your belly. He slid his hand down your ass and hooked your leg around his waist. Beyond your control, a small voiced moan made its way out of your throat.

“Shhhhh!” He hushed you before trapping your lips into another kiss, effectively silencing you. You tried to swallow back your breaths, keeping them light and shallow to prevent any more noise from leaving your body. It proved harder when he caught your lower lip between his teeth, his fangs pricking the sensitive flesh without actually piercing any skin.

Your contrasting desires to satiate your hunger for him while also staying quiet enough to not be overheard were at war with one another. You pulled him on top of you with the leg around his waist and he drove his hips into yours, giving you the slightest hint of his growing arousal. You inhaled a ragged breath in between increasingly ravenous kisses, your hands desperately searching for more of him and his touch.

The mounting heat and pressure between your legs was starting to overwhelm you and you shifted your focus onto controlling your increasingly needy mewling. You buried your face in the crook of his neck in the hopes that it might absorb some of the sound. He didn’t make it any easier as he continued to slide his half-hard erection along your cunt, the two thin layers of fabric between you dampening with every passing minute. You clamped your teeth down onto the skin there, not biting so much attempting to use his shoulder as a gag. This backfired as the second your teeth made contact, he let out a sharp hiss as his hips bucked, setting off another groan that died in your throat.

Your knees fell open further and you could feel the outline of his length press into your folds. You tightened your grip on his shoulders, wincing as you tried to suppress the obscene noises threatening to escape. But you ached for more, the need for the relief his touch provided was starting to consume you. You grabbed the back of his head, bringing his ear in contact with your lips.

“Please touch me, quickly,” you begged in a sharp whisper, unconcerned with how pathetic you sounded. He pulled back and his red eyes glinted with mischief, an impish grin spreading across his lips.

“All right, but not a sound, understood?” he purred, and you clamped your lips shut as you nodded impatiently.

His touch was cool he trailed it down your front, sending a shiver through you. He slid his palm flat against your pubic bone, fingertips barely touching the top of your slit. Your mouth dropped open but you managed to maintain your silence even as your hips jerked into his hand. His opposite hand snaked behind your neck and he crushed your lips into his once again, swiping his tongue along your bottom lip. He dipped a finger between your folds and you could feel his lips curl up into a smile.

“Darling, is this just from me?” He clicked his tongue as he lazily swept his finger up and down your slick. “So eager.” You couldn’t respond, you only clenched your teeth as your hips cantered into his touch. His cool digit between your hot lips sent a shudder rippling through your body.

“You love it when I touch you like this,” he purred, and you immediately caught on to what he was doing. You would not last long with him crooning into your ear, never mind having an easy time keeping your voice down. His lips brushing along your ear made your breaths come high and hot, and you tightened your fingers in his hair.

“Look at you, coming undone,” he continued, unphased by the pain from you tugging on his hair. He gently circled your clit, just enough to tease you and not nearly enough to satisfy. You thrusted into his hand, aching for relief.

“You want it so badly, little pup.” You could feel the pet name on his breath tickling your ear and you swallowed the whine threatening to emerge. “You want to scream my name, but you can’t.” He slid a finger inside you, moving it excruciatingly slowly. You bit down on your knuckle as you tried to fuck yourself on his fingers, begging for more. You’re so rarely this quiet and you can hear the squelch of his fingers as they pumped inside you, and the extra sensory element made you all the more wild.

“If I give you what you want,” he looked down his nose at you and you could see the arousal in his eyes, “will you need me to make you stay quiet?” He was beginning to pant, too, his heaving chest rhythmically pressing into yours. You kept your lips closed tight as you nodded in desperation. He shifted his weight, clamping his free hand over your mouth and pressing your thigh up with his knee so he could get a better angle into your cunt.

He began to properly thrust his fingers into you, the crook of his thumb hitting your clit with every downstroke. His hand muffled your cries as they grew increasingly needy. You rocked into him and the bed began to emit a tiny steady creak. But you were so past the point of caring, all you needed was for him to give you your release.

“That's a good girl, let go, love,” he whispered roughly into your ear. His praise and encouragement were enough to send you over the edge, your hips rutting into his hand as your cunt clenched around his fingers. He rode out the waves of your orgasm with you, and you can feel his ragged breath on your cheek.

The two of you slowed, and before he even took his fingers out of you you were both listening intently for any sign of movement on the other side of the wall. When you deemed it appropriately quiet, you fell into a fit of giggles. Astarion pulled his hand out of you and dropped his forehead into your neck, shaking with silent laughter.

“That's a dangerous game you're playing, Ancunín,” you whispered, breathing not yet returned to normal.

“You were the one begging, you needy little thing,” he responded with a smirk, barely visible in the low light. You playfully shoved him off you and rolled onto your side, snuggling your back into him. He wrapped his arm around your waist, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder blade. You closed your eyes, praying there wouldn't be any awkward conversations at breakfast.

[purplezeldana]

THE LOST SHRINE - Modern AU

Here's a sneak peek of the new InuKag fic I'm working on!

Kagome ignored the feeling warning her to step back and held her umbrella tightly, crossing the purple energy barrier and exhaling once she was on the other side.

The two-storey building where Grandpa had lived all his life was still there, just like she remembered. The shrine was empty, and there were no sounds around the courtyard apart from the drops of water hitting the stone.

Kagome frowned. She could see light inside the house.

Shaking her head, she stepped closer to the main door and pulled out the keys her mother had given her that morning.

Kagome tried once, and then again. None of them worked.

Someone had changed the lock.

Feeling her anger rise, Kagome knocked on the door. Hard.

As if he had been waiting for her to do that, a guy opened it abruptly.

A loud gasp came out of her. He was half-naked, wearing black sweatpants, his long white hair falling over his bare chest. His golden eyes seemed to pierce her, and she held his glare without blinking.

“Who the fuck are you?” He snarled, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “And how did you cross my yōki barrier?”

Kagome's gaze flickered to the top of his head. Two furry ears were twitching there, scanning the surroundings.

This man was not human. He was a half-demon, and the same energy she had felt when crossing the barrier was coming from him.

“This is my grandfather’s house,” she replied angrily, crossing her arms over her chest. “What the hell are you doing here?”

The half-demon bared his teeth at her, his sharp fangs glinting under the moonlight threateningly.

“I live here.”

All her instincts were asking her to run, but Kagome didn’t move.

How dared he?

“No, you don’t,” she hissed, her nails digging into her palms when she clenched her hands. “This is my family’s home.”

“I’ve lived here since I was a year old, wench.” The demon snorted in annoyance and rolled his eyes. “Now get out of here. I don’t want to see your stupid face again.”

And with that, he slammed the door in her face.

I finished The Legend of the Dark Forest last year, and I want to start posting this new fic on Ao3 soon! I'm still not sure about the title, but the first chapter is already half-written.

It will be a modern AU, Enemies to Lovers, slow burn story 😊

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I think a canon event for pretty much every modern AU Ed is that he has pierced nipples, right? And he spends his twenties living in constant fear because of a situation of his own making

Young modern AU Ed does not have the best friends. They're mean guys who would easily turn on him and expect him to live up to a certain ideal of masculinity, right? Ed, in an attempt to look very tough, brought a few of them to his appointment to get his nipples pierced so he could be stony and unaffected in the face of pain and it would spread through his social circle that he's Very Cool and Tough

Only thing is, this happened approximately one year after his top surgery. Ed has literally no sensation in his nipples yet. Because of the nature of his social circle he's stealth, none of them know he's trans, he explains the scars with this badass story where he survived a plane crash. He spends so much time low-key stressing about everyone he knows finding out that he literally felt nothing while he got his nips pierced and wasn't just pretending to feel nothing because he was So Tough. He's absolutely paranoid about it whenever anyone brings it up because he realizes that being caught lying would be way worse than being a wimp about getting your nips pierced but he's in way too deep

Fast forward to when Ed's 48 and with Stede and mellowed out, they've got Fang over for dinner and somehow the conversation turns to when they were younger, Fang mentions how badass Ed was, didn't even make a sound when he got his nips pierced, and Ed nearly buckles under the weight of remembering That Whole Thing

[nixie-writes-aot]

Blood Yearned, Blood Earned

Warnings: nsfw, minors dni, blood play, afab reader (fem terms used), mentions of violence/murder, praise, degradation, ownership, possessive behavior, foreplay

Characters: Levi Ackerman

Prompt: No Name Band/Modern AU // Vampire AU

Author's Note: I have not written vamps in a long, long time. First reader insert of this whole damn week, hell yeah. Where did my brand go?

Levi was a simple man, all things considered. He was born and raised in the Underground where a few warm bodies being drained wasn't a call for concern, they were either dead already or low enough in value that no one really saw their deaths as some tragedy. Well, raised was under some debate. More so, Levi raised himself. Regardless, all he strove for was to keep himself fed and high enough in the food chain that there wasn't really anyone who could go against him. Now, coming from the Underground he had expected the same apprehension and common awareness everyone had down there. That wasn't the case, however. It was one of the few things the Underground was ahead of the majority with.

There were certainly some misconceptions that Levi appreciated and encouraged among those within the Scouts. The whole "vampires burn in the daylight" ordeal was one of those. It was simply easier to keep his dirty little secret if those who might become suspicious thought he would burn to a crisp the second the sun shone. Of course, there were other things that Levi couldn't account for. One of those was you.

You were troublesome, to say the least. Normally, Levi had no trouble resisting his urges to sink his fangs into the throat of those who might be missed no matter how pretty they might be but you were different. If Levi was a monster of the night, he was sure you were the day's pretty little priestess. Sometimes, Levi just wanted to grab you by the throat and rip it out. However, that would be far too messy. Too dirty. Beyond that, it meant he could no longer be around you.

For the first time in a long time, Levi found himself properly hunting his "prey" in the methods passed down to him by Kenny the Ripper. More than anything, he found himself entranced. So, when he did finally get you in his grasps? Levi never wanted to let you go.

Levi pressed you against the wall, pressing his lips against your neck. He could hear your blood pumping within your veins, he could feel your pulse against his lips. "I want you." Levi growled, pressing his thigh between your legs as you whimpered, "I want your blood, all over my lips. Can I have that? Will you give me your blood?"

You whined, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. You had known since day one that something was off about Levi and when you learned his strength was tied to his status as one of the monsters the Capital kept a secret in the dark? Part of you was terrified but part of you was also unbelievably turned on by the very idea. "P-please." You whispered, feeling the sharp point of Levi's fangs press against that vein in your neck.

"I would love to start here except the carotid is an artery, you'd bleed out in seconds." Levi groaned, his cock hard and throbbing in his pants, "So," he began, pulling his face away from your throat and grabbing your hand, "I'll start here. I can't just kill my pretty little meal, can I?" You shook your head, stifling a low groan as he sunk his fangs into your wrist. The feeling was immaculate.

Levi knew you would taste good but not nearly as good as you did, piercing your skin and letting the blood drip and gush into his mouth. He moaned at the taste, wanting to fuck you on his cock at the taste. Levi knew he would. He wanted to claim you in every possible way, really. So, Levi trailed his hand downwards and into your pants. He pulled away from your wrist, "You taste fucking good. Lets see how sweeter your blood will taste when I'm fucking your pathetic cunt."

Taglist: @leviweek2023 @yourthoughtsjim

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

from that character design game, 'alternate' for each of your OCs? you don't have to go way into depth if it's too much, or you can if you want to! just like in general, an AU you think each one would be interesting in~

Prompts are from this ask game!!

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

I actually have so many aus like you don't even KNOW--but let's go with a species-swap au c:

Bastian as a war mage has black hair and light brown eyes instead of his usual silver! He usually dresses in the usual war mage traveling regalia, a cloak, a comfortable set of shirt and pants, elbow-length leather gloves, and high leather boots that snake fangs can't pierce. The cloak and clothes are brightly colored, in reds and oranges and yellow and turquoise, all in patterns that we would recognize as Mexican folk art. He's also shorter! As a dragon he's only average height, so as a human he's like, 5'9-ish. Mariano as a dragon is an obsidian dragon! He's pitch dark and long, resembling a swipe of ink when he's flying. He has wild black eyes, and an equally wild mane of black hair that shines like his scales do. His wingspan is long and his wings are powerful, and he's large enough for Bastian to stand on top of his head when he's fully shifted. In his human form he's huge, because he's tall as a human, so he stands at 8'6 not including his tall, curling horns. He usually wears earth toned clothes that drape around his body and are secured by ties of fabric and glittering ropes of gems and clay pieces.

[1982brucespringsteen]

so about that modern au i wrote about ages ago 😳 I've decided to localize it in madrid!!

luffy is from a tiny seaside valencian town. his dad was involved in the early 2000s housing market economic bubble, making benidorm a hellscape and all that. his other dad is a països catalans independentist. his biggest influence as a kid was shanks, a football legend from valencia c.f. that spent his summers in luffy's town. he now lives in madrid with his brothers in what they thought was a squat (garp was paying the rent behind their backs). doesn't really have a real relationship with his dads, but he's very fond of his dad's girlfriend ivankov, who runs his fave drag club. any pronouns transfag who doesn't bind. speaks fluent valencià

zoro is a basque punk. he ended up in madrid because he took the wrong train at the bilbao station. gym rat and all that. currently lives in the storage unit of johnny and yosaku's business. best friends with kuina (alive and transmasc in this au), hates his twin sister tashigi with a passion (she's a national police officer after all). him and perona were adopted by mihawk when they were very young. he/him transfag with green hair and more piercings than a pincushion. speaks euskara batua

nami is from murcia but downplays her accent sooo much (think la kinki from la pija y la kinki). influencer who got cancelled, she originally came to madrid to study meteorology and become the weather woman. maybe she'll go back to college some day. currently she's couchsurfing through her girl best friend's apartments since vivi kicked her out of their shared place. she/her femme lesbian who has "completed" her transition.

usopp says they're from barcelona but they actually grew up in a tiny bedroom-town adjacent to the city. ironically the most skilled and well rounded person from the squad but the least confident in their worth. shared a huuuge apartment with their gf kaya, but she went back to barcelona to do her residency there, so now they're looking for roommates 👀 afrodescendent, speaks a bit of fang and fluent català, but can't understand luffy to save their life. works at humana and has an etsy store. they/them bisexual nonbinary transfem, pulls people all over the queer spectrum

sanji was born in tenerife from a british expat family but moved to madrid to live on his own when he was VERY young. zeff hired him knowing he wasn't even 16 and ended up adopting him. during the 2020 lockdown he had a very popular tiktok account where he cooked designer dishes shirtless but now it's all been deleted. secretly performs as a drag queen in ivankov's drag club, is fucking the bouncer (ace). the biggest egg you've ever seen, will end up identifying as a she/her bisexual trans woman, but a lot has to happen before she can do that...

more mugiwaras under the cut!

robin is an archeology professor at the complutense. originally from [REDACTED], speaks with a completely standard accent and is fluent a couple dozen languages. somehow knows luffy's dads? the intelligence brigade spies on her regularly and they joke about it sooo much. judo black belt. works with the ARMH. she/they in a t4t bi4bi d/s open marriage with franky.

chopper is a child prodigy from córdoba who came to madrid to study medicine. kureha, his legal guardian, set him up to live with frobin, thinking a young couple of respectable professionals will be a good influence on him!! jokes on her chopper came back with pink hair, a new gender and a boiling hate for capitalism (kureha's chill about it don't worry). is starting to have contact with real live patients and is soooo scared to mess up. has ended up stitching zoro in the er more times that he would like. has a local speech modism from córdoba where he calls people close to him "padre" and "madre" and when i tell you franky straight up started sobbing the first time chopper called him that........

franky is from ferrol.

brook was a

jinbe

[minusgangtime]

Not feeling like drawing right now so lemme give you descriptions of the minus gang of the experiment AU:

Scientists diary log entry: 1

Beta: enfused this what appeared to be a female wolf with a Gorgan like snakes on his head,he does not have power to turn others to stone,but the snakes do function as a useful defense tool and a lot of extra eyes,the wolf’s eyes and hands have become more reptilian as a result,and for some reason,my assistant seemed to have given him top surgery scars,why she did that,I dunno,but it makes him happy.

MB: he was a normal bird like human with a scar on his neck,after I gave my assistant her assignment,he now has bat like wings now only on the bottom of his precious wings,but also on the shoulders on his arms,he has bigger bat ears and long fangs,with piercing red eyes,I modeled him after a vampire bat,so to satiate his new hunger,he must eat a lot of juicy meat,hope my assistant dosent mind working overtime~

Blue: once a normal humanoid dog,once I got my hand on him,I made him a living puppet,his furr is half natural,some parts being made of wood,he moves stiffly like a stop motion character,he has marionette handles on his back if you pull them you can stop him completely and control him,for some reason my assistant made wooden wings for him as well,as if that would help him hate her any less,ha!

GF: as the first demon in containment,I had to cut off her horns to knock her out before sending her to my assistant,she now resembles a wind up doll,a little cracked but I’m sure that’s cause if my assistant’s worthless mistakes,she also now hears a quite lovely dress that I will say looks nice,when moving,she also moves pretty stiffly,the key on her back is the key to moving her,turn it left,she can’t move,turn it right,she can move,what angers me most is that my assistant found her horns and stiched them back on! That fucking idiot,she’s lucky she has demon magic or else SHE would be the one begging for mercy.

Pico: quite an anomaly,a dinosaur in the modern age I COULDNT pass up an opportunity to see what I could do to him,my assistant infused radiation into his DNA allowing him to be granted with more strength,and be able to melt anything he wishes to,careful my useless assistant,he might wanna melt you one day.~ hahaha!

-mod Shelby

(Oh my 👀")

[bitterlikesweets]

Love Bites Ch 27

This is the twenty-seventh chapter of a modern/vampire AU riren fanfic. You can also read it on Ao3. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | Special | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 Next

Eren wakes up with aching fangs and a dry mouth. He frowns, fingers curling into his comforter as he unconsciously lets out a few grumbles and stretches his legs out beneath the covers. He’s so fucking thirsty… When did he fall asleep? He was supposed to drink yesterday. Now he needs to drive all the way to Levi’s with his stupid achy teeth—

“Finally up?”

Eren’s eyes snap open, mind going completely blank when he sees Levi standing above him, drying off his black hair with a towel. Levi raises a thin black eyebrow at him, a droplet of water slipping off the ends of Levi’s bangs and landing on the black blanket. 

Black blanket? Eren’s blanket isn’t black… 

Eren slowly pushes himself into a sitting position, glancing around the room. The dark walls, the desk by the window with the worn recipe books—this isn’t Eren’s apartment.

“I’m still at your place,” Eren says, turning to look back at Levi. 

Levi snorts, patting his head dry with his towel. 

“No shit.” 

Eren places his hand on his forehead, trying to remember what happened as his fangs throb, reminding him that he still needs blood. They finished sparring… Levi fell asleep while Erwin and Hanji were leaving, and then… and then…

It’s no use. Eren can’t remember a thing. He must’ve fallen asleep not long after Levi. 

His fangs throb again. Eren sighs, massaging his jaw with his hand. 

“Thirsty?” Levi asks, moving to drape his towel over the edge of his desk.

“Mmhmm…”

Levi chuckles, walking back to the side of the bed. When he’s close enough, pale fingers grab hold of Eren’s chin, tilting his head up. 

“Come here then.”

Eren swallows, green eyes immediately drawn to Levi’s neck, where the collar of his shirt is low enough for Eren to plainly see the Mark on his throat. The two small scars made by Eren. The physical imprint of their promises to each other on Levi’s skin. 

Eren’s fangs throb. Again. He reaches out, hesitant fingers ghosting over the Mark. 

“Here is okay?” Eren whispers. 

“You’re going to ask that every time?” 

Levi tilts his head, making room. Eren sits up a little taller, and Levi steps closer. 

“Go for it, Eren,” Levi says, and Eren takes a deep breath, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed so that he can face Levi properly. 

Eren places his hands on Levi’s shoulders, green eyes locked on the Mark, fangs aching, mouth watering. He swallows, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. 

“You’re going to stop me?” Eren asks. “So I don’t drink too much?”

“I will.”

Eren takes another deep breath, his grip tightening on Levi’s shoulders. When he leans forward, one of Levi’s hands moves to the back of his head, pale fingers curling into long brown hair, ready to pull him back. Eren closes his eyes, and his lips find their way to where blood thrums strongly beneath Levi’s skin. Levi’s skin is still damp from his shower.

Eren tries to take a deep breath again, but the inhale is shaky, mouth watering, fangs aching, throbbing, and his brain full of thoughts of blood and Levi—fuck, he’s thirsty.

“I’m gonna start.”

“You’re drawing this out too much, brat.”

Levi’s right. Eren doesn’t waste any more time, mouth parting and biting down hard. His fangs pierce the pale skin, and he sighs in satisfaction as the warm liquid hits his tongue, sweet as always. Eren’s hands slide down Levi’s shoulders, clutching the man’s biceps instead. Levi’s fingers massage Eren’s head as the ache in his mouth subsides, and Eren sags, focused completely on drinking his fill, on Levi, on the heavenly taste on his tongue. 

“Happy now?” Levi asks, and Eren hums slightly in response. So good. It’s so good, like always. Warming him from the inside out, filling his mind with a pleasant fog. God, it tastes so good. He wants more, wants to just keep drinking forever—

But a firm tug on the back of Eren’s head reminds him that he can’t. 

Pouting, Eren pulls his mouth away from Levi’s neck with a gasp, though he remembers last second to dive down and sweep his tongue along the scar. 

“Too much… Too fast,” he grumbles, squeezing Levi’s biceps with a frown. 

“What is?” Levi asks, running his fingers through Eren’s hair. 

The movement is distracting… And relaxing. Eren’s going to get sleepy again. Even though he just woke up. It’d be nice to sleep again, actually. He and Levi have been training so hard… So much sparring. Eren’s so glad he doesn’t feel sore anymore. Thanks to Levi’s blood. Nice, warm, sweet blood…

“Eren.”

“Huh?”

Levi nudges Eren’s chin with his knuckles, a tiny, half-hearted punch.

“What’s too fast, Eren?”

“Oh.” Eren scowls, squeezing Levi’s arms again, as if the man is a stress ball. “The blood… from your neck. Comes out too fast. Wanna drink for longer… since you taste so good…”

Levi scoffs. 

“Really.”

“Yeah!” Eren exclaims, leaning back. Immediately, Levi’s hands on his head move to circle around his waist, holding Eren upright. “When I drank from your wrist, I got to drink for a long time… Taste for a long time…”

“Hm.” Levi’s arms around Eren’s waist curl in a little more, holding him tighter, closer. “We can switch back if you want.”

“Switch back…?” God, Eren feels so warm. Drinking blood is like drinking a super hot coffee… Heats him right up. “But, uh…”

Eren scowls again, nose scrunching. 

“What are we talking about?”

Levi rolls his eyes, dropping his forehead against Eren’s. 

“It feels like you get more drunk the more we do this.”

Eren frowns, lightly punching Levi’s arms instead of holding them.

“‘S not my fault I get all drunk…”

“I know, big guy,” Levi says, leaning close until their lips meet, briefly. That tiny bit of contact immediately puts a smile on Eren’s face, a different kind of warmth flickering to life in his chest. “We were talking about if you wanted to go back to drinking from my wrist.”

“Right,” Eren says, nodding, though his range of motion is a bit limited by Levi’s forehead pressed against his. “No, I don’t want to.”

“Why not, if you want to drink for longer?”

“Mm… Cause…”

Eren’s cheeks burn, and he pulls away from Levi a bit, a frown on his lips. 

“Eren?”

“It’s…” 

Eren tilts his head from side to side, debating on whether or not to say it. 

…Fuck it.

“It’s more… exciting to drink from your neck,” Eren says. “Don’t wanna switch back.”

Levi is quiet, and Eren frowns, leaning close to get a good look at Levi’s face. The man’s expression is relatively flat, though his eyes are narrowed slightly, darker than usual as he meets Eren’s gaze. 

“Levi? What’s wrong?”

Levi’s mouth opens and closes for a moment before his head suddenly lowers, and the man heaves a sigh. Eren’s eyes grow wide, clasping his hands on Levi’s arms again. 

“Levi?!”

“I’m fine,” Levi says, his voice low. “Just… debating whether I should ask you what you mean by that shit.”

“Oh.” Eren’s entire face scrunches as a confused frown forms on his lips. That’s it? “I could tell you—”

“No,” Levi says quickly. “No. I’m just not going to think about it.”

“Ohhh…” A grin forms on Eren’s lips, and he slides his hands back up to Levi’s shoulders, then down the man’s chest. “I get it.”

Levi sucks in a breath, removing one of his arms from around Eren’s waist to hold Eren’s wandering hands in place. Levi lifts his head again, and green eyes lock onto gray. 

“Do you?” Levi asks.

“Hmmm…” Eren leans closer, glancing at Levi’s lips but stopping just before they can kiss. “Maybe?”

“Maybe,” Levi repeats, and Eren can feel the press of Levi’s fingers on his hips, the man’s grip getting tighter, firmer. 

“Mmhmm… I wonder if I do…”

Eren leans up a little, lips landing clumsily on the shell of Levi’s ear as he fails to hold back a smile. 

“Want to tell me what you’re thinking?”  Eren whispers, and Levi inhales sharply, fingers pressing harder into Eren’s waist. Pale fingers. Strong fingers. 

“I’m thinking…” Levi says slowly, “you really like to fuck with me when you’re drunk. Little shit.” 

Eren’s not sure what about Levi’s words causes a giddy bubble in his chest, but that bubble rises up his throat and bursts out of him in a loud laugh. Eren throws his head back far enough that his upper body swings back with it, and he grabs the front of Levi’s shirt and drags the man down with him. Levi barely catches himself in time to stop himself from falling on top of Eren, two hands braced on either side of Eren’s head to keep them separated. 

A deep scowl is etched onto Levi’s face, and the sight of it makes Eren laugh again, his shoulders shaking. God, Levi’s face. Eren’s laughter continues, flooding continuously out of his chest until he can barely breathe. God, and he’s still so warm, warm all over. His face is warm, his stomach is warm, his struggling lungs are warm, and—how do people stop laughing again? God, it was so fucking funny.

“Ha ha,” Levi says, still frowning, and Eren covers his mouth to stifle the sounds escaping him, still not quite remembering how to make the laughing stop.

“‘M sorry,” he says before the sound forces its way out again, and Eren’s eyes are watering at this point. Fuck, he can’t breathe.

“No, you’re not,” Levi says, and Eren squeezes his eyes shut, trying hard to get himself to stop now. Fuck, he can’t breathe. How is he supposed to stop?

Eren moves his hands away from his mouth to slam his fists against his chest, and finally, the laughing stops slipping past his lips, stops shaking his shoulders. Eren gasps, trying to get as much air into his lungs as possible, eyes still watering. Fuck, his throat even hurts. 

What was he laughing at, again?

“Levi?” 

Levi sighs and shifts over to lie beside Eren instead of hovering over him. The bed wobbles a bit as Levi plops down beside him. 

“What, brat?”

“Blood really messes with my head.”

Levi snorts. 

“No shit.”

Eren frowns, still warm, but now his throat is sore, and his eyes feel heavy. He rolls over onto his side, grabbing hold of Levi’s arm and squeezing. 

“‘M sorry…”

Levi sighs again, turning to face him. 

“It’s alright.”

Eren blinks slowly. Fuck, he’s so tired all of a sudden. Didn’t he just wake up? His throat hurts. Why did he laugh so fucking hard? It wasn’t even that funny.

Levi’s expression softens, and he reaches out, brushing a strand of Eren’s brown hair behind his ear.

“What’s wrong, Eren?”

“Mmm…” Eren rubs his eyes. “...Don’t know… Don’t feel good all of a sudden.”

Levi frowns. 

“Are you going to throw up?”

Eren quickly shakes his head. 

“No… I just… I don’t feel good.”

His eyes are watering again, even though he’s not laughing anymore. And now they’re filling up, spilling over—fuck, fuck—

“Sorry,” he says, trying to wipe his eyes but his hands feel heavy, clumsy, and suddenly there are so many tears, even though there shouldn’t be any, even though he was fine, and even in his clouded headspace, Eren knows this is more than just being blood drunk. This is Eren being fucked up as always—

“Hey.”

Levi’s fingers are on his cheeks, wiping away the tears as they come. Eren sniffles, turning his head away, pressing it into the sheets. 

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright, Eren.”

“It’s not.”

One of Levi’s hands lands on the back of Eren’s head, pulling it closer to Levi’s chest, and the other moves to the center of Eren’s back, moving in slow, soothing circles that make Eren’s body feel heavier, that make it harder for Eren to open his eyes, even as the tears continue to slip through his closed lids. 

“Go ahead,” Levi says, and Eren can feel kisses against his shoulders, his arms, everywhere. Little reassuring presses of Levi’s lips all over him. “It’s alright.”

Eren shifts a little, turns just enough so that his face is pressed against Levi’s chest instead of the sheets. His fingers curl into Levi’s shirt. Eren’s so warm. So heavy. So tired. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles, and another kiss lands on top of his shoulder. 

Fuck. Fuck, Eren’s so lucky. So, so damn lucky. He puts Levi through so much and yet somehow they’re still here. Together. 

Happy together. 

“I love you, Levi.”

For some reason, Levi chuckles. 

“I love you too, dumb brat.”

~ ~ ~

Eren wakes up in Levi’s bed with strong arms wrapped around his waist. This time he can’t mistake where he is. Who he’s with. His eyes still feel puffy from earlier. How long has he been asleep?

When he looks down, Levi’s head lifts away from his chest, as if sensing that Eren woke up. Levi’s eyes narrow, blinking slowly. 

“...Morning,” says Levi, and Eren smiles. 

“Is it morning?”

Levi scoffs, curling his arms tighter around Eren’s waist.

“Fuck if I know.”

Eren laughs, and the corners of Levi’s lips twitch. 

“Feeling better?”  Levi asks. Eren’s cheeks warm, and he averts his gaze. 

“Yeah… I don’t know why I was… like that.”

Levi shrugs.

“You were drunk. And I’ve been putting you through stressful shit for the past month.”

Eren rubs his eyes, smiling a little. 

“Yeah, I guess planning to go kill my own brother and end his weird death cult is kind of stressful, huh? Who would’ve guessed?”

Levi rolls his eyes.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“I am funny,” Eren says. “You laugh at me all the time.”

“Yeah. At you, not with you, dumb brat.”

“Shut up.”

Levi chuckles, shifting upwards to press his lips against Eren’s. Eren’s eyes slip shut, leaning into the kiss as Levi’s lips slide against his own, gentle but firm. 

As usual, Levi is the one who pulls away first, but his thumb finds its way to Eren’s bottom lip, brushing across it slowly, teasingly. Eren’s breath stutters, green eyes narrowing. 

“I could get used to this,” Levi mumbles, leaning in to kiss Eren again, a brief touch that Eren wants more of. His fingers curl into Levi’s shirt, by his waist. Levi’s eyebrows dip down slightly.

“Get used to what?” Eren asks. 

“Hm.” Levi shifts beneath the blanket, moving up and forward until he and Eren are chest to chest. Eren tenses, able to feel Levi’s heartbeat through his own ribcage, that strong, steady thumping. A sensation Eren can’t mimic. “Waking up like this. Next to you.”

Eren’s cheeks burn instantly, and he slides back on the bed so that he can cover his face with his hands. 

“Levi.”

“What?” Levi asks, and there’s a teasing lightness to his voice, an air of playfulness. “That was too much for you?”

“You can’t—can’t surprise attack me like that right when I wake up! I’m the one that’s supposed to say that kind of shit! You’re not allowed.”

There’s a moment of silence, and although Eren’s hands stay stubbornly pressed over his face, he can imagine Levi rolling his eyes. 

“You’re banning me from the sappy shit?”

“Yeah,” Eren says, as seriously as he can manage. “You’re forbidden.”

“I can never win with you, brat. You used to get mad at because I couldn’t say shit like that.”

“Well, I changed my mind.”

Levi scoffs. 

“You’ve got to be able to handle more than that, Eren,” Levi says.

Eren can hear the rustling of the sheets and the blanket, can feel the bed dipping slightly as Levi moves, can feel the heat of Levi’s body as he gets closer, as his lips get close to Eren’s ear, fuck—

“This isn’t even me at my worst.”

Eren shivers, breath catching in his throat, cheeks burning with an even more violent blush, and he’s so, so thankful that his heart can’t beat because he’s certain it would give away how much Levi has wound him up with just a sentence—

Levi sighs a little, moving away again, and Eren frowns, lowering his hands away from his face just enough to look at Levi over his fingertips. 

“Alright,” Levi says, flipping to the other side, “I’m done fucking with you. I’d better find out what time of day it is before I miss my shift—”

Eren only realizes that he’s grabbed the back of Levi’s shirt when the man looks back at him, thin black eyebrows raised in question. But Eren’s tongue is clumsy, uncooperative, and the blush painted on his cheeks feels nearly permanent. He can’t even bring himself to look at Levi’s face. 

“Eren?”

Eren jolts, biting his lip, fingers gathering more of Levi’s shirt in his fist. He opens his mouth. Snaps it shut. Opens it again but falters, and his mouth falls closed once more. Levi turns to face him in the bed again, the corners of his lips pulled downwards. 

“What?”

“N-nothing,” Eren says quickly, pulling his hand back. “I… I just…”

This is stupid. Maybe… Maybe now isn’t the time.

Even though he really wants to kiss Levi again. And again. Over and over again. Fuck. 

“What is it, Eren?”

Fuck it.

Without warning, Eren reaches up, grabbing fistfuls of Levi’s shirt and dragging the man down on top of him. Levi barely has the time to fling out his arms and prop himself up, and Eren keeps hold of him, not wanting the man to pull away. 

Levi’s eyes narrow, and he raises an eyebrow at Eren.

“This feels familiar,” Levi says. 

“I know. But I’m not laughing this time,” Eren says, tugging on Levi’s shirt, and the man leans down, closer to Eren, without resistance. “I’m not drunk. I’m not fucking with you.” 

Levi’s gray eyes darken, like a storm cloud in the nighttime. 

“What are you saying, Eren?” Levi asks, but his voice is flat, and it doesn’t feel quite like a question. It’s demanding, almost like an order. 

“I—” Eren’s face is burning again, and he shifts a bit beneath Levi, trying to get the words to form on his tongue. “I, uh—Isn’t it obvious?”

“I don’t want ‘obvious,’” Levi says, voice low, eyes narrowing even more, and now he’s leaning down, leaning closer without Eren having to pull him down. “I want you to say it.”

Eren’s breaths are shallow, heat pooling in his stomach along with his cheeks. 

“L-Levi—”

“I need to know you’re sure, Eren,” Levi says firmly, and he’s close enough that Eren can feel Levi’s breath on his lips. “Tell me what you want. Say it.”

Eren’s chest jumps with the small inhale he manages to take in. That… That was an order. 

“I… I want you… Levi.”

[sxs-a]

Human Nezuko is slept on.

[genderfreezone]

Soggy mohawk, Soggy Marlboro

[beansprean]

TATTOO AU PUNK SLUT ARTIST LUCIUSSS! city boyyyy I love youuuuu aaaaaa

ID under cut bc I describe every single tattoo oh no

[ID: 1. full body of modern lucius as a punk tattoo artist standing with thumbs in his pockets, grinning off to the side. He is wearing a black tank top that says “if you seek Amy” under a long sleeve mesh top, studded leather collar with a gold charm imitating his canon kerchief, a studded belt, and long black smash mouth shorts with silver hoops down the sides. He has a leather cuff, black rubber bracelets, and several rings on his right hand and a modern prosthetic finger with glove on his left. He has medium sized gauges, two studs in his left cartilage, two hoops in his right, a stud in his left nostril, and two cheek piercings. His tattoos include: a Celtic knot ring and teardrop on his right ring finger, safe for work Sasuke on his right forearm, an Allen Ginsberg quote “The weight of the world is love. /Under the burden of solitude, /under the burden of dissatisfaction /the weight, the weight we carry /is love” on his inner right arm, a heart containing a hairy man’s ass in a jockstrap on his right shoulder, Roman numerals 13.3.14 (date of same sex marriage legalization in the UK) on his right collarbone, part of an arrow sticking up from his left pec surrounded by a few blood drops disappears under his shirt, the name Pete surrounded by hearts on his left shoulder, 3 black rings around his left bicep, and a pride flag down his inner left forearm, the colors dissolving together like light on water as it goes down his wrist. Text next to him points to his back and says “has an ‘abandon hope all ye who enter here’ tramp stamp.” His nails, including the top of his prosthetic, are painted black. 2a. Close up of Lucius with one hand dramatically poised on his cheek, holding up his left hand with the prosthetic to stare at it in a fakey “woe-is-me” way. He tearfully says, “I was an artist…until a client bit my finger off.” 2b. Zoom out, Lucius is making a cutesy cat grin and wiggles both hands in the air, saying, “jk I’m ambidextrous.” Fang, dressed in a floral short-sleeved collared shirt, pink polka dot headband, and green apron with the logo for Queen Anne’s flowershop, smiles at him indulgently and replies “that’s what’s up bro, love who you love!” A tattoo on his bicep says “I heart Tulips”. /end ID]

[nelapanela94]

t.w: SMUT, MDNI, Modern AU, female bodied reader, vaginal penetration, dacryphilia, edging, creampie.

w.c: ~1k

Levi, who always knows what to order for you at the bar; Levi, who doesn't hold a door open for you but wedges his foot so it doesn’t close on your face. Levi, who sometimes buttons his pants concentrated like a four-year-old, and others, casting a seductive smile, waiting for you to take them off again.  

You love the particular way he holds his cup with his not so innocent fingers, that have explored the deepest recesses of your body; and the hot and filthy things he whispers in your ear during dinner while shamelessly caressing your inner thigh under the table; desire pooling between your legs, soaking your underwear that he’d tear off later at night; and the hair below his navel, a little bit clueless, concise but not too dense, like a protest hastily dispersed by a storm of kisses escaping from your mouth, arrowing down to the inky curls around his penis.  

You love his hands, his feet, his legs and the way he rolls his hips, in the perfect angle and the perfect pace for your body to shiver and surrender, as if he was crafted for you; as if since the dawn of time you would have always been there to take him all. On top, or beneath, or on your side, and open. 

“Levi,” his name falls from your mouth in a moan muffled by the pillow. Your chest is pressed deep into the mattress, your hips suspended higher in the air. 

He shushes you haughtily and slithers his hand across your lower belly, feeling his cock bulging inside of you.  

“You little slut, always taking me so well,” he rasps, his voice, luscious and scrapy, smothers your ears.  

His solid fingers dig into the supple skin of your waist as he breaches your pussy from behind. Nasty clapping sounds hang in the room; the chilly air claws its fangs into your luster, heated bodies. Sweat trickles down his chiseled-by-the-gods torso and back; tears of blissful torture split out through your clamped shut eyes, painting black the grey pillow case as you silently yammer at the heavenly onslaught, your teeth piercing into your lips, until the iron taste sweeps over your tongue. 

Unlike most of the times, you aren’t screaming in delightful frustration. You, as his good girl, are striving to stay quiet as he fucks you in his mother’s house; in the bedroom he grew up in. You decided to spend the holidays, and his birthday with the sweetest mother-in-law in the world, and Levi’s favorite uncle. You can hear the giggles and jeers of the siblings from the dining room, setting everything for Christmas eve while you’re engaged in your rapturous, private celebration.  

His fat, throbbing length stretches your tight hole, your arousal easing his way further, his balls banging and tickling against the back of your thighs. He can feel your cervix rub the oozing, mushroomy head of his cock, wrapped in your moist warmth. Your cunt clenches around him, auguring your prompt release. You feel it building in your core, like a volcano about to erupt.  

You turn your head to the side, grasping air in staggered pants. His palm roams along your spine and tightens his grip on your nape. Your body shudders, your muscles clench, and toes curl. You squeeze him as if your purpose is to imprison him. But just as the elation rapidly came, it rapidly dwindles.  

His thrusts pitilessly hit the brakes. A deep groan tears off his chest and he presses his lips into a thin line to strangle his lewd noises, heaving. It costs him too. His fingers threads through your hair and clench, hauling you up until your back meets his chest. His cock cladded to the hilt inside you, falling prey of your fluttering pussy.  

His teetered pants stroke your neck as he winds his arm beneath your breasts, holding your trembling body firm against him.  

He's painfully stilled, and you desperately begin to grapple him in your palpitating walls, grinding your hips, creating that longing friction, but you suddenly halt when a stabbing pain spreads across your shoulder, his drilling teeth pierced into your flesh. He slaps his hand over your mouth before a hopeless howl whizzes off your mouth; and tears stream down your flushed cheeks.

“Fuck you, Le– Ah!” you cry at the ruthless thrust, his other hand grips stiff your jaw. Open mouth kisses ghost over your shoulder, “Bastard," you mumble.

He sticks his tongue out to taste your piquant skin. 

“Levi.” Your sob is broken, your mouth wobbles. He douses your shoulders in kisses as he works himself in and out, gradually picking up the pace, thrusting his cock with quicker, sharper nudges. His shallow breath caresses your neck. 

“Quiet,” he muses dourly, rubbing a finger on your bleeding lip.

Deep and slow, he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in. Low grunts coil in his throat. 

He strokes a hand down your stomach, sliding lower, between your legs, seeking your sleek center. His incessant fingers glide along your folds, up and down, deliberately before grazing your taut, needy clit in urged swirls, evoking sweet moans that tangle with his own groans. Your hair is a mess, your lips torn and swollen, lids heavy, vision dazed. Tiny puffs of air gush past your parted lips. 

You lift your arms overhead, one reaching back to grip his neck, while the other entwines in his silky hair.  

“Please, Levi, I wan... please make me come,” you beg.  

His breathing matches his erratic pumps as he continues the assault on your swollen nub. Your head falls back against his shoulder, your back drawing a beautiful arc of ecstasy. You're almost there; your pussy flutters around him, sucking him.  

Shivers of pleasure ripple through you belligerently, stiffening your limbs, rolling your eyes into the back of your head. And then, he follows you. Diving into the abysm of euphoria right behind you, letting your orgasm wrench his. Levi comes deep and hard, his hot thick spurt painting your spasming walls white, and you take it all, relishing in it.  

Sweaty, and drained, you plop together onto the bed and he rolls out of you. He facing up, you facing down. He reaches for the colorful birthday cake hat you got him in the trinkets market and finger spins it, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Don't fall asleep, Y/N." He caresses your lower back. You're sore and exhausted you think you won't be able to leave the bed soon. "Dinner will be ready in an hour."

[warabidakihime]

Invisible Strings Chapter 13

Characters: Uzui Tengen x Reader | Modern AU Synopsis: Sequel of Parallel Lines Content Warnings: profanity, smut, sleep paralysis, eventual violence, blo0d, slight manga spoilers (tho i strayed away from the original plot but yeh), can be a bit psychologically triggering for some so proceed cautiously.

Previous Chapter: Prologue Next Chapter: Chapter 2

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[When you were still in a state of unconsciousness]

"Oh, I'm here again." I murmured into the void, my voice lost amidst the shadows.

Did I pass away again?

The question hung heavy in the air, unanswered. Memories, like scattered puzzle pieces, taunted me from the recesses of my mind.

"I don't really remember what happened."

But who was I?

The question echoed, reverberating through the caverns of my subconscious.

"Wait, who am I again?"

Damn it, I forgot who I am again.

Amidst the oppressive silence, a voice pierced through the void, tender yet fraught with emotion.

"Wake up, y/n. Please wake up."

Y/N? Is that my name?

"Y/N, please don't leave me again," the voice implored, a plea woven with raw anguish.

Though I couldn't see the speaker's face, the weight of his sorrow hung heavy in the air.

Oh, he's crying.

"You weren't kidding when you said your favorite hobby is sleeping, huh? Look at you, sleeping like Snow White, making me worried sick."

Man, I feel so bad for not remembering a single thing.

Not even a name.

Wait.

What was the name that flashed into my mind before?

What was it again?

Think!

*

You felt a strange shift around you as you struggled to recall the name of the man. Looking around, a surge of terror washed over you.

"Is that massive tornado going to strike again?" you wondered, eyeing the once-calm waters that now churned restlessly, making it hard to focus. With your eyes tightly shut, fear gripped you, tears streaming down your face as you weathered the fierce storm raging within.

Then, a cacophony of voices assaulted your mind, growing louder with each passing moment, until you cried out in anguish, your hands clutching your head.

"Please, make it stop. No more," you begged, the pain unbearable. Eventually, the voices faded, leaving you in blessed silence, the pain ebbing away.

Opening your eyes cautiously, you winced at the brightness—the stark contrast to the darkness you'd just endured. As your vision adjusted, you found yourself at a crossroads, with each path vastly different.

To your right stood a girl, radiant in a flowery meadow. Her long, white hair, tinged with purple and lilac eyes, captured your attention. But something about her was unsettling—her porcelain skin, marked with strange symbols, and unmistakable fangs peeking from her lips.

You couldn't help but notice the intimidating aura she exuded—potent and charismatic. It would make sense for your fight or flight instinct to kick in, but strangely, you felt at ease in her presence.

"Who are you? And where am I?" you asked, your voice trembling despite your growing sense of calm.

"I am you, or more precisely, your old self," she replied cryptically, leaving you with more questions than answers.

Noticing your confusion, she proceeded to lay out everything, from your past life to your current predicament. Initially skeptical, you found yourself drawn in, your heart pounding as if trying to remember something buried deep within.

Your thoughts drifted back to the voice you heard earlier, his heartbreaking cry echoing in your mind. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to recall, nails digging into your skin in frustration.

Then, it clicked.

Everything fell into place, and you sobbed, the weight of realization crashing down on you. The girl before you smiled, her happiness and relief palpable despite your tears.

"I'm so stupid. How could I forget?" you lamented, your sobs muffled by your hands pressed against your face in self-hatred.

"Tengen—"

I am sorry.

I'm so sorry for not remembering.

It must have been very painful.

As the truth dawned on you, the girl vanished, a reminder of your fragmented existence. The only reason may be that she was separated from you in your reincarnation because you couldn't recall who you were in your past life. Another bizarre phenomenon that almost no one can comprehend is that literally no demon spawned by Kibustsuji Muzan himself was given a second life. 

Lady Tamayo and Nezuko are exceptions since they were able to free themselves from his curse and were not directly under his command.

Alone, you grappled with the memories flooding back, including a haunting discussion at a Chinese restaurant where dreams turned out to be your final moments before tragedy struck.

You realized the depth of his remorse, carried with him all these years, and your own foolishness for not remembering.

He's been in a lot of pain this whole time, and I've been so foolish for not remembering.

Even in your second life, the threat to humanity remained. Your former master lurked within, consuming your essence to bring chaos once more. Though your appearance had changed, the truth remained: you were still a blood-sucking demon, haunted by the sins of your past.

*

[Present Time]

The cold air rustled through the balcony, stirring you from your slumber. You glanced to the other side of the bed, finding it empty and chilling, dispelling any thought of returning to sleep.

As you sat up, the duvet slipped, revealing imprints on your bare skin. Scanning the room, you found no sign of him, but the open French doors hinted at his whereabouts.

Gathering your underwear from the floor, you slid them on and wrapped yourself in a robe before venturing onto the balcony. There, you found Tengen, clad only in his boxers, gazing out at the night sky with a distant expression and a glass of whiskey in hand.

"Can't sleep?" you asked, joining him with a soft smile.

He turned to you, offering a handsome smile, and pulled you close, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. "Yeah, just got a lot on my mind," he murmured between kisses, his demeanor subdued. He welcomed himself inside and expertly swirled his tongue around yours, leaving you utterly breathless.

"Mm, Tengen—" you moaned softly, tilting your head back.

He gently pressed you against the glass railing and untied your robe, almost exposing you to everyone in the neighborhood. For some reason, the prospect of being caught in the act turned him on. He feels slightly smug just thinking about someone witnessing him ravish you and making you let out those sexy sounds. To him, it's a fantastic opportunity to demonstrate his dominance and make everyone aware that you belong entirely to him, and vice versa.

And it's only natural for him to showcase your beauty in front of the entire world.

The chilly wind sent shivers down your spine once more, and they became even stronger as Tengen latched onto your nipple while fondling the other with his massive hands, and right after he tugged your underwear down and curled his calloused fingers at your entrance, a needy moan escaped your lips. You were already so dripping wet that he could easily enter his finger with a slight nudge. 

It's a good thing your robe was long, so you weren't completely exposed, but it doesn't take an expert to figure out what you're up to. Especially given the noises you were making while he was pumping his fingers in and out of your needy cunt.

"More," you panted, closing your eyes and sinking into the pleasure he was giving you.

“After all the fucking we did in the jacuzzi and on the bed, you're still craving more, my love?" Tengen grinned sexily as he stared at you.

As he listened to you pleading for him a few more times, he groaned loudly, his cock twitching from his boxers. With half-lidded eyes, you watched him dispose of his boxer, and your mouth watered as you saw his stiff cock standing tall with pre-cum leaking from the tip.

Your jaw chattered with hunger, as if you were a demon starved of blood.

"Tengen, please," you pleaded again while so lost in the pleasure.

Wrapping his big, strong arms around you, he took you backwards to the rattan chair, where he sat on the soft seat with you on his lap. Your juice quickly soiled his thighs, and as you started riding them, the man in front of you moaned loudly. His hold on your waist tightened as your whimpers became louder and more desperate.

In your drunken state, you managed to lean in and trail wet, sloppy kisses over his chest, taking your sweet time to admire his pecs before latching onto his nipple. 

The gesture caused him to jolt sharply because the pleasure was too much for him.

You kept a watchful eye on him as you traced your tongue over his cute nipple and then over his areola. Tengen's head is thrown back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he lets out those sweet sounds while you take charge and express your own version of dominance.

After giving both of his nipples your undivided attention, you began to drag your tongue along his collarbone and then to his fully exposed neck, which was also adorned with love bites. You went right to the juncture of his neck and sank your teeth into the skin as if you were still a demon trying to devour him.

Under normal circumstances, or if this was done to him when he hadn't met you yet, he'd find this type of play quite repulsive, but right now, as you bit into him, and because it was you, Tengen let out the sexiest groan known to man. 

He was so turned on that his cock began to throb to the point of pain.

And boy, you were so lucky to be the only one who got to hear that.

You drew back to get a better look at the masterpiece you had produced, your eyes twinkling with delight as you saw his pristine skin turn dark purple. Then your gaze shifted to his face, and, oh fuck, he's never looked so sexy. 

You never imagined submission would look so good on him.

His chest continued to rise and fall vigorously, still pumped from the trip you had taken him on.

You kissed him on the lips again before straddling him. You were on your tiptoes as you aimed his cock at your entrance, and then slowly, you descended, taking as much as you could, but thanks to the lovemaking you had earlier, you didn't need much foreplay.

However, you still need some time to get used to his size. Both of you gasped in unison as you engulfed him in your slick folds, your walls tightening around him almost immediately, as if they were created specifically for that reason.

When you started riding him, you forgot about your robe and your sense of seclusion. It didn't matter to you how loud the two of you were at the time or how easy it was for others, especially those in the adjoining tower, to see you bounce on his cock.

Tengen, on the other hand, was drowning in bliss. 

He has one arm tightly wrapped around you to keep you from stumbling and falling, while the other is draped on the armrest as he watches you take him so well. He would periodically match your advances, causing the two of you to moan shamelessly.

From his vantage point, he could see his manhood protruding from your tummy. Each time your ass dropped, the more it became visible in his area of vision. That prompted him to exert his dominance once more, with both of his hands firmly planted on your sides, gripping the flesh as he began to match your thrust more fervently.

You gradually lost control, and Tengen has been in command ever since.

*

The room was steeped in a blend of sweat and satisfaction, yet neither of you felt compelled to move from the snug rattan chair. There was a sense of contentment in being nestled against him, your head finding a comfortable resting place on his chest.

"Hey, there's something I've been curious about," you began, your intrigue prompting the inquiry. "You were married before, right?"

Tengen responded promptly, sensing the direction of the conversation. "Yes, I was married to Hinatsuru for four years."

"And the others?" you pressed, delving deeper into his past.

"I haven't crossed paths with them yet," Tengen replied, his touch gentle as he traced patterns on your bare back. "Though I did catch a glimpse of Suma during one of my business trips to the countryside, I chose not to reveal myself. While I still care for her, I believe it's best for her to forge her own path and live a brand new life. As for Makio, I haven't seen her."

Your curiosity piqued, and you sought to understand the dynamics of his previous relationships. "What happened between you and Hinatsuru?"

A hint of sadness flickered in Tengen's eyes as he revisited memories of his ex-wife. "Some things aren't meant to last, I suppose. Our time together had run its course, as the tarot reader predicted. The purpose she served in my life had been fulfilled. We tried to salvage what we had, but it became evident that it was no longer viable. So, we made the difficult decision to part ways."

His words stirred a pang of empathy within you. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep our promise," he confessed.

Frowning, you turned to face him, seeking clarity. "What promise?"

"Don't you remember?" Tengen's voice held a wistful tone. "We vowed that all five of us would find happiness together in our next life."

Ah, that promise. A faint smile graced your lips as you tenderly cupped his face, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. "Yes, we did make that vow," you acknowledged. "But..."

Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you brushed away the stray strands of hair that were obscuring his face. Tengen closed his eyes, savoring the intimacy shared between you.

"They've already had their time with you," you finally said, determination lacing your voice. "Now, it's my turn. Call me selfish, but I can't imagine sharing you with anyone else. You're mine, Tengen, and mine alone, just as I am yours."

A brief silence enveloped the room, your confession hanging in the air. A flicker of nervousness crossed your mind, fearing you may have overstepped your boundaries. Yet, as Tengen's eyes fluttered open, locking with yours, reassurance flooded your senses. Mimicking your gesture, he reached out, his touch tender as he drew you closer, sealing your words with a tender kiss.

You remained still, cherishing the lingering intimacy, as Tengen encouraged you to reciprocate. Eventually, you parted, gazing into each other's eyes, where love and adoration shone brightly.

"Truthfully, if we were granted another life," Tengen said softly, sincerity coloring his words, "I would choose to spend it with you again. A single lifetime will never suffice if it means being by your side, y/n."

A surge of joy and disbelief washed over you, threatening to spill over in an uncontrollable grin. But Tengen's warm smile mirrored your excitement.

"Really?" you managed, excitement tinged in your voice.

"Absolutely," Tengen affirmed, his conviction unwavering. "I can confidently say that I love you more than anyone else I've ever loved."

His heartfelt confession left you momentarily speechless.

"Tengen," you breathed, caught off guard by the depth of his feelings.

Unfazed, he shrugged, flashing his trademark grin—the one that had captivated your heart from the start. "I've always been possessive and despise sharing. I made that clear when we first started dating, didn't I?"

Memories of the Business Expo flooded your mind—the night when you too had expressed your aversion to sharing.

A smirk graced your lips as you playfully echoed another statement he had made that night. "Nice to know we're still on the same page."

*

Because of what happened to you, Kagaya decided to postpone the gala. Everyone's top priority right now should be your safety. You felt awful and guilty for being the thorn in everyone's side, but he made it clear to you that there was nothing you needed to feel sorry about.

"You're not to blame, Y/N. You're no longer the person you were when you first joined Kibutsuji Muzan; you're now one of us, and we'll do everything we can to protect you."

That's what he said to you when he summoned you to his office. It was high time he talked to you in private because he wanted to commend you for doing a great job contributing to his organization's cause.

And, of course, you're now one of his precious children, according to him, so he wanted to check up on you. He was also quite curious about your relationship with the Sound Hashira.

It came as a surprise to you that your top boss enjoys gossiping as well. You couldn't help but smile; who knew he had such a cute side to him? However, given all of your coworkers, you shouldn't be shocked.

Your eyes wandered around the Sales and Marketing Department. You watched everyone go about their business, and as you continued to snoop around, you felt a pleasant warmth envelop your entire being. Even more so when your gaze eventually falls on your boss.

Tengen was on his laptop, in the middle of a meeting with an offshore vendor. You couldn't stop yourself from chuckling as he rolled his eyes as discreetly as he could. He was clearly irritated with whoever he was speaking to.

As the renowned Sound Hashira, he caught a whiff of your cute laughter, and so he turned to you, his gaze shifting from his laptop screen to you, as if he were making sure he would not get caught doing what he was about to do.

When the coast was clear, he said, "Go back to work."

You knew he was kidding, but you chose to go along with it and mouthed, "Stop glaring at the client."

Tengen still had his eyes on you, winking like an idiot when you urged him to focus on the meeting.

Zenitsu turned to him, gave him a whack on the head, and said, "The fuck are you doing?" after muting his mic so the client wouldn't hear.

For the time being, you decided to stop indulging your dork of a boyfriend so he could get back to work. You stepped up to fetch yourself another cup of coffee and your favorite sandwich from the cafeteria. As you made your way there, you noticed Sanemi approaching the cafeteria as well.

You skipped down the corridor, hoping to catch up with him, and when you did, you put your arms around his and said, "Heya."

Sanemi snorted and grabbed your nose, giving it a solid squeeze as a way of acknowledging your presence. Your relationship improved significantly after the incident and after discovering that you two are related.

Just like that, he fully embraced his role as your big brother.

He invited you and Tengen to supper at his residence last week. Genya was overjoyed when Sanemi revealed to him that you were his cousin, slash big sister. Sanemi's mother was likewise delighted to finally meet you; she even apologized for her sister's actions, which you gratefully accepted. Despite just meeting you once, she was incredibly sweet and compassionate towards you.

You were so overjoyed that you did everything you could not to cry at the dinner table. You haven't felt that sense of belonging in a long time. It felt so wonderful and warm that anyone would have burst into tears if they were in your shoes.

"Have you been drinking enough water?" Sanemi asks as he watches you make yourself a cup of coffee.

"Of course, why do you ask?"

"Well, every time I see you in the pantry area, all you do is make coffee or eat those sandwiches."

"I guess you could say coffee is my lifeline, Senpai," you joked, "and the sandwiches here are great as well."

"You and your caffeine. Aside from coffee, you drink so much soda every time we have a company dinner. Remember to drink water, okay?" Sanemi grumbled.

"Don't worry about me," you said cheerfully. "I have a tumbler on my desk, and it's always empty because I reach for it when I'm working."

Sanemi's frown softened into a little grin. "That's good, then. What's Tengen doing right now?"

You chuckled. "Oh, he's in a meeting with an offshore client; they've been at it for two hours, and he's starting to get frustrated."

"Anyone would be, to be honest. I can't stand meetings," he chuckled. "Fortunately for me, I work in the IT department, so I rarely attend them."

"Me too, but I enjoy taking minutes at meetings because, for some reason, I enjoy tapping away on my laptop or tablet."

Sanemi grumbled, "I dread taking meeting minutes, especially if it's Obanai who's asking for them. That guy's too hard to please. I don't know what Mitsuri saw in him."

"That's not very nice, you know," you chuckled.

"Don't tell him that; he might retaliate by delaying my paycheck."

"Don't worry, Senpai, your secret is safe with me."

Sanemi smirked, "Atta girl."

You decided to make Tengen a cup of coffee while you were making your own. Sanemi temporarily left you there to fetch himself a bottle of water and his favorite fitness granola bar.

As you walked back to your floor, he offered to carry the drinks, figuring it could be difficult for you to bring two cups of hot coffee and a few sandwiches for your boyfriend at the same time.

"Has Kocho given you any updates on your surgery?" he inquired.

"Yes, I'll be confined to her clinic on Thursday, and she'll conduct the operation on Friday."

Sanemi observed the change in your demeanor and then shifted his attention to your wisteria pendant. "Are you nervous?"

"Who wouldn't be?" you chuckled sheepishly. "It's one thing to undergo major surgery, but it's quite another to have one that could forecast the fate of mankind."

Sanemi couldn't really refute your argument, so he remained silent for the rest of your journey back to your office. When you were finally by the door, he opened his mouth to speak again: "Should things go south, just know we don't intend on losing. Tengen will be there to protect you, I will be there, and so will everyone else. We won't allow him to step on all of us ever again."

"Thank you, Senpai," you said gratefully, "and don't worry; even if it's the last thing I do, I won't allow him to take over my body."

"You don't have to call me Senpai anymore, Y/N; just Sanemi-niisan's fine," he remarked adoringly.

"Okay, Sanemi-niisan." You copied his smile, albeit it was considerably smaller than his.

"Atta girl."

He excused himself after escorting you back to your desk because he had a lot of things to do. Tengen had finished his meeting by the time you returned, so he was free for the rest of the day. You approached him and gave him a cup of coffee as a reward for doing a fantastic job today.

Everything else went smoothly, and despite the fact that you have every reason to be happy and safe, the terror in your heart has grown significantly, to the point that it is getting more difficult for you to push it aside.

Time flowed slowly and quickly at the same time, and before you knew it, Friday had arrived, and you were lying in your hospital bed, waiting for the anesthetic to kick in.

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[porcelaincvnt]

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂’𝐒 ( 𝐅𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 )

cw // slight mentions of blood, needles, nsfw.

💉modern / teenage years au!

a/n : as a piercing enthusiast and a pain stan, i had to spill my ideas on his piercings <3

💉 pain’s love for piercings began at 13, and almost immediately took matters into his own hands. he knew his parents wouldn’t allow him to get piercings at his age, plus he wasn’t gonna wait 5 years.

💉pain is the impulsive type, especially at a young age. one night, he grabbed a random needle he found and snuck an ice cube in a towel without waking up his brothers or parents.

💉pain pierced his septum that night, and lets just say it didn’t go so smoothly. poor nagato walked in to see pain trying to stop the bleeding from his nose. poor baby nearly fainted at the sight of blood, prompting yahiko to run in and assist the situation. he got a big scolding from his parents and yahiko for his antics.

💉 that didn’t stop him though, as pain slowly learned how to pierce himself. he would give himself his two nose piercings ( the bridge would be done professionally ), his snake bites, and all over his ears.

💉 pain has a HIGH ass pain tolerance, to the point where the more extreme piercings don’t phase him.

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

💉 DERMALS & CORSET PIERCINGS

pain’s canon piercings remind me a lot of dermals. so i thought in a modern universe, he’d have LOTS of them all over his body, including chest dermals, back dermals and collar bone dermals. as for corset piercings, i feel like he wouldn’t 100% get them. however, if he would, he would go for it just for the fun of it

plus they are so sexy <3

💉 SMILEYS

otherwise known as fang piercings, pain’s stud-like snake bites reminded me of smileys a lot. ngl, he would be so sexy with them like, imagine him giving his s/o hickies and his smileys just MMMMMMJMMM

💉 D!CK PIERCINGS

okay NOW HEAR ME OUT pain with dick piercings just sounds right to me. i blame @sleepysnk for this. pain with even two or three is enough for him, and he’s proud of them <3 even better when he uses them for good use <3

(not showing any pics, google is free people)

💉SNAKE EYES & SCOOP PIERCING

pain with tongue piercings is canon to me, however, one isn’t enough for him. snake eyes and a scoop piercing would be the finishing touches for his tongue <3 sexy piercings for a sexy man

(couldnt add another imagine bc theres some limit for tumblr FUCCCKKK)

💉 thanks for reading. reblogs and comments are appreciated <3