#(also i tried to stick with characters that readers of this blog have at least even odds of knowing idk how i did)
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Sharp-edged heroines: a study
Scarlett O'Hara in Gone with the Wind // Irene Attolia in The King of Attolia // Eowyn in The Return of the King // Leia Organa in Star Wars: A New Hope // Lucy Pevensie in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe // Jo March in Little Women // Buffy Summers in Buffy the Vampire Slayer // Orual in Till We Have Faces // Isabel Archer in The Portrait of a Lady // Eurydice in Hadestown // Ellen Olenska in The Age of Innocence // Sofia Mendes in The Sparrow // Cleopatra in Cleopatra (1963) // Natasha Rostova in War and Peace // Taylor Swift, "champagne problems" // Lucy Snowe in Villette
#this is not about 'girl power'#this is about Kaylie's definion of 'strong female character'#strong in the way a good essay is strong#all these women have very little in common#their stories are all different genres and time periods#yet they're all so well written#so strong#i love them dearly#intertextuality#pontifications and creations#(also i tried to stick with characters that readers of this blog have at least even odds of knowing idk how i did)#i enjoy being a girl
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You don't fool me
A/n: two thing- first this took me forever to write, I kept having to go back and scrap ideas đ„č second, I did not know just how down bad I was for this man until I had to sit down and write this so.
Also friendly reminder- if your age isn't easily accessible on your profile I will not be tagging you! That said if you'd like a tag in future works let me know and I'll add you to the list!
bestie beta reader: @yukios-medic you are really the best ma'am I appreciate you so much đ„čđđđ
Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader, Yuji pining
cw/tw: minors/ageless blogs DNI, all characters aged up, dub-con that becomes enthusiastic consent, unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, threats of killing
Word count: 5k (ish)
This wasn't the first time they'd been paired up and sent off to find and kill a curse, but it was the first time Yuji was weary of the whole thing. They were both strong, that wasn't an issue â he'd been on back-to-back missions for weeks and it was starting to take its toll, that was the issue.
Of course, it didn't help that whenever he was around her, Sukuna would become an even bigger pain in the ass (than he already was).
They'd been sent to a long-abandoned warehouse, falling apart as it was, and radiating with cursed energy. Yep, whatever it was they were after was definitely in here.
"Split up to cover more ground?" She suggested as she looked up at him, but he shook his head.
"We can probably exorcize it quicker if we come across it at the same time, we should just stick together for now." It was a simple enough explanation, not a hint of 'I'm pushing my limits just being here with you' or 'it's easier to know you're safe if you're by my side' detectable.
To her, at least. Yuji chooses to ignore the scoff that resonates in his head as they cautiously enter the building. They walk side-by-side down the hallway, ears and eyes analyzing every detail of their surroundings.
"Must be one pain in the ass curse to send the both of us. I can feel the cursed energy everywhere, I just can't tell exactly where the source is." She filled the silence, wringing her hands together nervously.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Itâs out there, but it's all about the same output. We'll just have to watch our backs." Yuji said with a nod.
"Hey, what do you think Nobara did when she found out Gojo canceled movie night to send us after this one? I can see her practically popping a vein." She laughed softly, moving around a stack of boxes to find any sign of their curse.
"Fushiguro is probably wishing it was you that got left behind right about now." Yuji guessed with a small chuckle, suppressing the thought that he might have wished for it, too. A faint gurgle sounded at the opposite end of the hall, cursed energy seeping into every corner of their bodies as it grew closer.
Yuji covered her mouth with his hand, keeping her scream muffled as he tugged her against his chest and pulled them into the shadows.
"Shh, I think I hear something." He murmurs, squinting in the darkness. He doesn't feel the mouth form on his hand, not until her lips are moving against his palm as she makes a noise.
She's gagging; trying to pry Yuji's hand off her face. And he's going to â until Sukuna's voice rings in his head.
'Pull away and I'll bite her tongue off. Try to keep her quiet while she's drowning in her own blood'
Yuji froze as Sukuna cackled, and she still struggled in his grip, now like iron to keep the curse from making good on his threat.
His name was muffled when she frantically tried to call it, but it only left her mouth open that much more for Sukuna to swipe his tongue along the inside.
If they could conceal their own cursed energy for just a second, then it would keep going on its path to the left of them, and probably wouldn't circle back around for a while. Yuji set his jaw, glaring up the hall as he spoke.
"Conceal your energy, then we'll deal with him. One curse at a time." The only confirmation she gave that she heard him was slightly loosening her grip on his arm.
The curse slunk away and Yuji held his breath, waiting to hear any sign of it coming back. When he was sure it wasnât, he let out a sigh and threw his head back against the wall. Taking a moment to realize the situation they were still in he looked down at her.
He couldnât see the blush in her cheeks, but he could feel the heat on his fingers. She shifted her body against his, letting out a whimper at the awkward kiss she was still locked in.
Yuji swallowed hard and took a deep breath. This was so not the time to be letting the sounds she was making go straight to his cock.
'You want her so badly, take her.' Sukuna taunted.
"No." Yuji snapped his response, trying to think of a way out of this (and the boner he was starting to sport against her back).
'Fuck her, brat. Or I'll kill her the next time I get the chance, and I'll draw it out while I make you watch.'
Sukuna knew well what he was doing, keeping this conversation in Yuji's head. She had no clue what he was trying to shield her from. Of course he wanted her, but not like this. Not when Sukuna was all but forcing his hand on the matter, not even giving her a choice.
âI said no! Knock it off!â Sukuna just chuckled, and she turned her head to look up at him with worry in her eyes.
'Or perhaps youâd like me to put us both out of commission. Tell me, just how long do you think sheâd last against this curse on her own?'
Yujiâs heart dropped to his stomach. Thereâs no way Sukuna hated her enough to let her die like this, not with the way he found her so entertaining to him. Not with the way he currently had his tongue down the back of her throat- right?
'No, but if it would cause you everlasting turmoil, Iâd jump at the chance.'
Could she ever forgive him for doing this? Would Sukuna even drop this after all was said and done?
Yuji was exhausted, and Sukuna knew it too. It was only a matter of time before he could slip out and swap places.
'I could always assist instead. After all, one wrong move and sheâs on her own anyways. Go ahead brat, ask me for my help.' He grinned.
âNo, last time I let you out you were a dick.â Yuji snapped, but he was running out of options here. How long until that curse realized where they were and turned back around? He could always make a deal with Sukuna, if he would agree to it was another question though.
At the sound of Yujiâs words her body tensed, blood running cold. There was no way Yuji was actually thinking about letting the king of curses out into the wild, especially when he already had her in this position.
'Tic-toc punk ass, this offer isnât going to last forever.'
âPromise you wonât hurt her first.â Her eyes went wide and she began to struggle in his grasp again, body going hot. Screaming through his palm and Sukunaâs tongue as well as she could manage in protest.
There is no way heâs about to offer his body over to Sukuna right now, and all she could think about were all the previous times heâd spoken to her â though, at her might be a better word. Everything heâd said up to this point, his promises to absolutely wreck her- all came flooding back. Could they really not handle this job any other way than to bring Sukuna into the mix?
'You humans are so predictable, really fucking takes the fun out of everything. Iâll get rid of the curse. Just say you arenât strong enough, you need a real man to do your dirty work for you.'
âThatâs not-ïżœïżœïżœ
'Going onceâŠ'
âI donât-â
'Going TWICE...'
âFine! I need your help, please.â She was hysterical at this point, thrashing in his grip as much as she could, grinding her ass into him harder every time she moved.
'That doesnât sound like what we agreed to, try again.'
Yuji groaned, thankful he could use that as an excuse to let out some of his frustrations.
âSukuna please, Iâm not strong enough and need a real man to do my dirty work for me.â Yuji bit out, and she stilled at his words, stomach knotting. Any minute now, Sukuna would be breathing down her neck. Months of sexual tension, mostly from his side - would it finally come to a head now? Or would he leave it and just get the job done, let Yuji take back over when it was safeâ
A low chuckle rumbled from behind her, and the sound ran straight through her body to her core. She swallowed, realizing the tongue down her throat had finally disappeared.
Sukuna ran a hand up her chest before resting it on her throat.
âWell, well, this is certainly a turn of events, isnât it?â She whimpered, frozen in place. What the hell was she supposed to do now?
âSukunaâŠâ She breathed his name warily.
âSurprised to see me? I did tell you Iâd have you some day. So, how was I? Itâs been a few hundred years. Youâll have to excuse the fact Iâm a little rusty.â Sukuna filled the silence, not waiting for an answer.
âYou werenât too bad yourself; I think I even felt you participating at the end. Care for more?â He whispered in her ear, tongue flicking out to lick her lobe. She bit back her moan, clamping her knees together as she gently rocked back into him. He laughed, moving his hands down her body to grip her hips and pull her in closer against him.
âOh, donât be shy now, itâs just us. The brat wonât even know, it can be our little secret.â
âI-â She stammered, face hot. So what if sheâd gone back to her room at the end of a long day full of Sukuna teasing her, and closed her eyes while chanting his name under the sheets? So what if being the object of the king of cursesâ endless teasing was what she used to push her over the edge some nights? That was all by her choice - she was in charge.
Currently having Sukunaâs painfully rock-hard cock prodding her ass while he held her tight against him? She was so clearly not in charge, and to make matters worse? The realization sent her core gushing.
âI can smell you,â he continued, taking in a long breath. And this time she couldnât bite back her moan.
âSukuna!â She gasped, feeling the blush run up her ears.
âI think you should really stop being such a cock-tease, woman. No wonder Yuji canât help but fuck his fist most nights. I bet he can smell you too, he just spares your feelings by not saying anything.â The fog heâd brought with him was starting to clear, and she tried to pry his fingers off of her.
âStop! Youâre lying!â But Sukuna just threw his head back in a cackle.
âI actually donât care if you believe me, do you want to know why?â He stepped out from behind her so quickly, shoving her back against the wall, it made her head spin. Looking up at his tattooed face and red eyes only solidified how real this situation was for her - and her mouth went dry. He grinned down at her, gripping her chin to hold her in place.
âIâm going to fuck you through this wall. You wonât be able to look at that stupid brat without thinking of me inside you ever again. And heâll never know because heâs out cold.â Using his free hand, he ripped off her skirt. She cried out, trying to grip his wrist and stop her panties from meeting the same fate.
âAww, still shy, are we?â He teased as he examined the red lace, running his fingers down to the ever-growing wet spot on them.
âN-No!â Sukuna just chuckled, watching her face morph from flustered to pleasure at his touch.
âAnd look, you even wore red just for me. How cute of you.â She moaned, closing her eyes. The physical and mental teasing was too much. If he wasnât going to kill her, she was going to die of embarrassment. He sucked his teeth, hooking his thumb into her mouth and tugging her face.
âLook at me while I touch you, I wonât tell you twice.â He snapped, and her heart thrummed in her chest. It felt so good to finally have him touch her after all this time, sheâd forgotten just how dangerous he was in the moment. She nodded sheepishly.
âGood, you listen well for a sorcerer. I donât believe in praising those beneath me, but I think Iâll make an exception just this once.â He pressed his fingers against her core, watching the way she squirmed under him.
âYouâre so wet already and Iâve barely touched you, was my tongue down your throat just what you needed?â Her head was spinning, his hold on her jaw rough, but all she could picture was wrapping her lips around him.
She slid her tongue around his thumb cautiously, watching his reaction for any sign that sheâd miss-stepped.
He groaned, smirking down at her as he leaned closer.
âAnd here youâd have everyone believing youâre too innocent for such filthy things.â Finding the edge of her panties, he pushed them aside, running his fingers through her slick folds. He watched as she moaned, satisfaction settling on his face as the moan grew louder when he pushed a finger inside of her.
âGod youâre so tight, thereâs no way that brat could stuff his cock in you.â Her walls flexed at his words. Sukunaâs one finger was already so thick, and now her mind was swimming with the thought of having more.
âBut donât worry, youâll take it from me.â And then she felt a second finger at her entrance, making her eyes open wider. She tried to speak as best she could around the awkward hold he still had her in, but it didnât matter.
âSuku-na!â She cried out as he forced another finger into her.
âIâd be thanking me if I were you. Iâm feeling generous enough to stretch you out before I ram my cock into your stomach.â He offered, grinning as he watched her try and hold herself together.
He didnât wait for her to adjust to the feeling, why would he? Fucking her open on him was all he could think about while he sat bored on his throne - not that he was admitting it aloud.
So many days, weeks, months, of him wrapped up in her. He knew exactly what she was doing to him, even if she didnât.
âWas it worth it to parade around like a whore in heat around us?â He asked as he began to slide his fingers in and out of her.
âYou know I offered him the chance to have you first. Humans and their virtues though, so fickle. Of course, the brat couldnât do this.â He pressed his palm against her cunt, and her back arched off the wall as his tongue shot out to flatten on her clit.
Letting go of her chin he wrapped his hand around her neck, giving it a testing squeeze before trailing down to her chest. Groping over her top, and then easily ripping the buttons away.
âNot my clothes!â She protested, but if he heard, he ignored her. Choosing instead to knead her breast as it spilled over her matching bra. Sukuna chuckled, looking back at her.
âThe matching set, Iâm starting to think you really did wear this just for me. Is that what you do? Under all those clothes you put on, you wear red hoping Iâll catch a glimpse. Hoping Iâll come out to rip it off of you.â He spoke as he rolled her bud roughly between his fingertips.
âGod!â She cried out. He was everywhere. Pumping his fingers further inside her walls, tongue abusing her clit-
âIâll be your god.â He hissed, before leaning down to suck her nipple into his mouth.
She was fast approaching the edge, gasping for air as he shot her towards her peak.
He curled his fingers inside of her, reaching a new angle that sent white hot pleasure shooting through her body.
âSukuna!â She choked out, reaching up to ball her hands into his top. She was wary of touching him at first, opting to press against the wall instead. But it was all too much. She needed something more to try and ground herself through the first orgasm he was going to rip from her body.
âYou gonna cum, little sorcerer?â He hummed around a mouthful of her breast, looking up at her expectantly. She already looked so cute and fucked out for him; grinding into his hand to push him further inside, face flushed as she whimpered his name over, brows pinched up while she looked down to him with a breathless nod.
âPlease Sukuna...â If he wasnât so pent up himself, he might have stopped what he was doing, but edging her would only edge him, and he had no interest in prolonging his own pleasure any more than being stuck in the passenger seat of his vessel already had.
For this encounter, anyways. So, he gave her what she wanted, driving his fingers faster into her cunt, biting down on the nipple currently still in his mouth, while his other hand roughly pinched at the other.
He could feel how close she was. It was getting harder to slide his fingers back into her, and he couldnât wait to sink into her.
When he didnât slow down or stop, she took it as permission, though, the tip of the iceberg was so close that even if he had told her no, she wasnât sure she could have stopped, anyway.
It crashed over her in waves, throwing her against the wall as she cried out his name. Everything was gone - her sight, her hearing, all she could do was ride against his hand, and hope that their grasp on each other was enough to keep her standing through the intensity of it all.
Even when her high started to ebb away, he was still lazily pumping his fingers inside of her. Slowly the world came back to her, heartbeat pounding in her ears, and she whined.
âAww, is someone sensitive?â He pulled away from her chest with a grin, red eyes glinting as he stared down at her dazed expression. She weakly pushed against his chest, trying to get him to stop while she regained some semblance of normal breathing.
âSukunaâŠâ
âWell, arenât you going to thank me?â She swallowed hard, still trying to find her way out of the haze.
âI- thank you...â He pulled his fingers out of her, chuckling at the whimper that left her lips. Raising his hand to his mouth, he kept his eyes on her as he sucked his fingers clean.
âMmm, I donât think so.â
âWhat?â Confusion crossed her face, and he pressed the same two fingers against her parted lips, looking on in admiration as she opened them without question. Sukuna pressed his fingers against her tongue, pulling her mouth open as he did.
âThose red panties youâre wearing will be sufficient.â
âWhat?â The word left her mouth again, and he raised an eyebrow, dragging his fingers down her tongue and out of her mouth. She stared at him for only a second more before leaning down to slide them off her hips. She looked down to keep from fumbling, but he hooked his finger under her chin, tilting her face back up to him.
âI didnât say you could look away.â She bit her lip, shimmying awkwardly to slide them down her knees. Stepping one foot out of them at a time, she began to lift them up. He grabbed them from her, large fingers brushing her own as he did.
She moved to stand up again, but he stopped her, shaking his head.
âOn second thought, I donât think one pair of panties is worth a mind-numbing orgasm, do you?â But it wasnât really a question, not when he was already guiding her to her knees in front of him. The floor below her was cold - a shock that her core, still radiating heat, could feel.
âBe a good girl and open wide,â he said, reaching into his pants to take hold of his neglected cock. Pulling it out, he ran his thumb over the tip, smearing his precum up and down his length.
Sukuna groaned, gritting his teeth. The brat could imagine all he wanted; it would never compare to having her right here in front of him. Small hands braced on his thighs, eyes blown wide as she took in just how fucked she was about to be.
âSee something you like?â Her breath hitched as he knocked his fat tip against her bottom lip. She slowly opened her mouth, tongue sliding out and against the underside of his cock. He groaned again, grabbing the back of her head as he forced himself into her mouth.
She dug her nails into his thighs as he did, trying in vain to pull her head back so she could breathe.
âYouâre not acting very grateful. Donât make me fuck your throat, Iâll end up hurting your feelings.â He chuckled. Tears were already welling in her eyes as she choked on what he could fit in her mouth. Slowly, she removed a hand off from his thigh, reaching down to run her fingers through her folds. When sheâd gathered enough of her release, she reached back up to pump the rest of him with it.
âHow resourceful of you. Makes me want to fuck my cock down your throat all the more.â She moaned around his length, gently rocking him as far as she could take him. Part of her was screaming for air, the other wanted to make him feel just as good as heâd made her feel moments ago. The fog was back, and she blinked the tears away as she looked up at him.
His jaw was tense, one hand still at the back of her head, the other balled in a fist and braced against the wall. Before this sheâd only seen him when he was a mouth and one eye, stirring up chaos on Yujiâs cheek. Looking up at him now, though, red eyes trained on her and black markings all over his body - he was breathtaking.
All-powerful and terrifying as hell, considering that he could kill her in an instant, but breathtaking, nonetheless. She let her other hand slide down his leg to rest between her own, pressing her fingers into herself - only to whine in disappointment when it felt nothing like him.
âNeedy little thing, arenât you? Iâve gone hundreds of years without, and you just canât wait for another.â She breathed hard through her nose, trying to take in as much air as she could before he hit the back of her throat again. Black dots buzzed at the corners of her vision, the sound of her choking on what she could take echoed through the hall.
Her jaw was pried open at a painful angle to accommodate him, and he wasnât showing any signs of stopping. Her grasp on his cock grew slack, and she wasnât fighting him every time he knocked his tip just a little further into her mouth. Her own fingers stilled in her aching walls, eyelids fighting to stay open.
Sukuna huffed, sliding his hand around to smack at her cheek.
âDonât go passing out on me now, Iâm not finished with you just yet.â And he pulled out of her mouth with a loud squelch as she gasped for air. The lightheaded feeling slowly dissipated as she looked up at him, tears and spit covering her face.
âYou did okay. For now. Weâll revisit that later, get up.â She didnât have to be told twice, rising on wobbly legs as quickly as she could. The thought occurred to her, that she was practically naked in front of him, while he was still fully clothed. She swallowed hard, trying to wipe away some of the shame along with the tears.
But he didnât give her much time to wallow in her self-pity, quickly turning her around and pinning her to the cool wall. She shivered at the feeling of his solid body pressed into her back, erection still wet with her spit as it bounced on her bare ass.
âMaybe next time, Iâll let you look at me while I fuck you.â He breathed down her neck, grabbing his length and rubbing it through her folds. She dug her nails into the wall; he barely fit her mouth, there was no way she was readyâ
âRelax, Iâm not interested in breaking you the first time around. It would ruin the fun in watching you look at me in anticipation every time youâre around.â And he wasnât wrong. Hell, he was still here, and the anticipation was coursing through her. Taking a slow breath she waited, thankful that the cool wall was enough to ease the heat on her face.
Sukuna gripped her hip and hooked his tip at her entrance before pushing in. She gritted her teeth, moaning at the already over-full feeling. For the situation being what it was, he was fairly gentle as he steadily eased himself through her tight walls with a prolonged hiss. She could only stay pressed against the wall, jaw dropped in a silent moan as he filled her out inch by agonizing inch. Her eyes rolled, body unsure if she should cry out in pleasure or pain.
âGod look at you, practically foaming at the mouth. What would your sorcerers say if they caught you like this, hmm?â He groaned, bucking his hips up into hers. Her voice finally caught up to her, and she cried out, nails scraping down the wall as she clawed for anything to keep her grounded.
He didnât quite fit all the way, but it only turned Sukuna on even more. Of course, he couldnât fit - but he would. He would break her open on his cock as many times as he needed, until she fit him like a second skin. Until he was the only thing she could think about whenever she tried to seek pleasure elsewhere.
She was playing a game she had no clue about, and Sukuna was going to win. He laughed as he grabbed her hips, pulling out to slam back into her walls. They sucked him in and tried to keep him out all at the same time.
âSukuna, fuck!â She moaned, reaching behind her to slow him down. He said he wasnât going to break her, but the rough pace heâd set was literally fucking the air right out of her lungs. Her walls squeezed him tighter, and he moaned.
âToo much for you already, princess? Iâm just getting started.â Sukuna grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
âToo much, fuck, âs too much!â
âIâm not that brat, youâll take what I give you exactly how I give it to you. Donât piss me off, Iâm in such a giving mood, right now!â He snaked his other hand around her, tongue darting out to swirl around her clit. Sukuna grinned. In an attempt to get away, she only managed to shove herself further onto his cock.
âSukuna please, I donâtâŠPlease!â
âShort circuiting, and Iâm not even close yet. Shall we see just how many times I can make you cry before Iâm finally satisfied?â Her mind was melting, she didnât care anymore. What was she even begging for? Him to stop? Or maybe she was begging him not to stop. Sheâd never been filled up like this before; even the pain was pleasurable now. All she could do was stand against this wall and take it, anyway. Her body relaxed against him slightly, and he grinned.
âIs there something you want from me, little sorcerer?â She bit her wobbly lip hard, trying to focus on his words.
âI want- I wanna cum.â
âThat so?â She nodded with a whimper.
âBeg, and Iâll think about it.â She couldnât even be bothered with the feelings of shame looming overhead. She wanted one thing, and if begging was all she needed to do to achieve it, wellâŠ
âPlease I wanna cum.â She whined, hands flexing in his grasp.
âBeg more, you can do better than that.â
âPlease Sukuna please I wanna cum, never wanted to cum so bad. Please make me cum on your cock please I-â She was a wailing mess, she didnât care who heard her pleas, only that he might answer them. His tongue licked at her folds, snaking around his length to tease her from every side.
He rocked her into her second orgasm, reveling in the feeling of her tightening around him as she screamed.
God, he needed to feel it again. The way her walls fluttered around his thickness, trying to close around the strain of taking him. The feeling was maddening, and Sukuna was sure he could pull another one from her immediately, he just needed to pick up the pace as he rammed his cock harder into her.
The wet sound of his second mouth lapping at her, mixed with her moaning variations of his name and âfuck donât stopâ was more than enough to catch the attention of anyone close by, and as absorbed as Sukuna was in this little game, he wouldnât let his guard down. He was sure she didnât even remember what they were here for anymore at this point. If the whites of her rolled eyes and the drool currently sliding down the wall where her face was pressed against it were any indication, anyway.
He could feel her whole body start to twitch and tighten, and he knew she was close again. Two orgasms in, and he knew her body so well already. Heâd put that knowledge to good use later.
âGo ahead little sorcerer, scream for me.â And she came hard, walls clamping down on him, practically shoving him out while she did. It was enough to send him reeling, too. Hips slamming up into her, he sank his teeth into her shoulder as he finished with a growl. If they werenât both so wrapped up in each other, they might have realized he growled âmine.â He painted her insides in white hot ropes, stilling when the euphoria finished washing over him.
âIf you think that was mind-numbing, just wait until I get ahold of you in my true form.â Sukuna whispered against the shell of her ear.
He pulled out with a groan, watching her whole body quiver as he did.
âClean yourself up.â She finally looked back at him, brows knit. He ripped the sleeve off his jacket, handing it over to her. When she tried to pull it, his grip tightened, and he looked at her expectantly.
âThank youâŠâ She said quietly as she cleared her throat.
âSuch a good girl for me already, I donât even have to train you. Iâll be back, be ready to leave when I am.â
âWait where-â
âThereâs still a job to do here, isnât there? Iâve got a curse to kill.â He smirked as he walked backwards up the hall.
Yuji wouldnât be awake for a while, plenty of time for Sukuna to hide his prize. One of the many he planned on taking from her, he thought as he twirled the red panties on his finger.
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âź fallen angel!Seungmin Ă fem!Reader wc: 4.5k summary: His fall from grace had been due to his hard headedness and Seungminâs status as a fallen one never really crossed his mind. At least until he met Y/N. Heâd been dejected and grown disillusioned with life but upon meeting her, he started to see some meaning to life again. To put it simply -- Y/N made him feel alive. genres/themes/au: angst/fluff/smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, supernatural and horror themes, mentions of: past bodily harm (seungmin had his wings literally cut off), not-so-high-speed collision of person on a bike with an angel (Y/N runs Seungmin over with a bicycle lol), one baseball reference (cause I couldn't help myself), past crime life/criminal activity (glosses over it but its there); sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is closed! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.
a/n: i thought about revisiting vampire!Seungmin for kinktober but I changed my mind for fallen angel Seungmin. I like the direction I went with this and I tried to keep the wordy bits down so it wouldn't be too long. So far I've written a total of 45k for kinktober not including this piece so, words are wordin'. anyway, next piece is Yunho which I am very excited for so stick around! thank you for reading. if you liked this, pls consider reblogging so more people will see it and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.
smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), impact play (f receiving; spanking, pussy slapping), begging, unprotected sex (use condoms! ):< ), oral (f receiving, m receiving), fingering (f receiving), use of pet names (hers: kitten, baby, angel; his: Minnie, sir), dom!Seungmin, sub!Reader, and that should be everything but if I missed some, let me know! kinks: Impact play + begging dialogue prompt: ââ Oh no. Not until you beg. ââ
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Falling from heaven is not as graceful or as ethereal as one might think.
For Seungmin, it was painful, bloody, and nightmarish. The process is one no one could ever fathom. Being cast down from all youâve known, thrown into a cruel, dark world with nothing and no one. The only thing more painful was having his wings removed. Even now, years since then, he could still feel the burn of the hot steel as it sliced through tendon and flesh.
When he first arrived on Earth, Seungmin had nothing. He had his name and his memories but a drive to survive and so he did, albeit not by the most legitimate of ways and he did fall into the wrong crowd but it was so much easier to climb the social ladder of the underworld than to try things the proper and legal way. After all, he didnât even have a social security number, a line of credit, or even a last name.
Seungmin realized he was caught in the wrong crowd when the hideout he was in was raided. He barely managed to get away and broke into a convenience store to hide from the cops. He was confronted by the owner and instead of alerting the authorities to his location, the man took him in, giving him a place to live and a job.
It wasnât much but it was something and it allowed Seungmin to start over. His old crew were all rounded up and seeing as no one knew who Seungmin actually was, they were never able to turn him in. He was safe. For now.
Seungmin ended up taking the last name of the man who took him in, a man who simply went by Mr. Kim, and came to regard him almost as a father figure. Mr. Kim owned a small convenience shop off the beaten path. Seungmin was given a room in the small apartment above the shop where Mr. Kim lived alone.Â
His life had gone quiet but a sort of disquiet had settled over him, not knowing where he was going or what he was going to do with his life. He simply was going through the motions of life.
Until he met you.
You had come crashing into his life. Quite literally.
Heâd been walking down the sidewalk on a particularly gray and gloomy day, running errands for Mr. Kim, when he heard a high pitched scream. It wasnât a scream of terror or fear. It was more like a shriek of excitement. It was playful in nature.
Seungmin didnât have time to even respond when he heard a voice screaming at him to move out of the way. He turned, finding someone on a pink bicycle hurtling towards him. âBRAKES! HIT THE BRAKES!â someone had cried but despite the brakes being squeezed, you still managed to crash into him.
It wasnât like you were going all that fast, but it was enough to knock the wind out of him as you toppled off the bike onto him, pinning him to the sidewalk as the bike flipped over without your weight on it. You let out a groan, pushing yourself up and glancing towards the mangled heap that was your bike.
Seungmin stared up at you, blinking as he tried to process exactly what just happened.
âOh my god,â you gasped. âIâm so sorry!â You quickly scrambled up, pulling him into a sitting position. You panicked, inspecting him all over, asking a plethora of questions.Â
âWhat hurts?!â Nothing.
âAre you bleeding?â No.
âDid you hit your head?â Yes.
Your introduction to him was as violent as they come but his life completely turned around after meeting you. He finally had someone else to talk to. Someone he could spend time with outside of the convenience store and upon meeting you, Mr. Kim urged him to spend more time with you.
Your friendship grew, blossoming naturally over a short period of time and after knowing you for nearly a year, Seungmin couldnât imagine his life without you.
You were vibrant, full of life, eccentric, and ecstatic about everything. You never seemed to have a bad day in the entire time Seungmin knew you and he found your optimism a refreshing new outlook that he started to adopt into his own life.
Of course, while you were very bright, bubbly, and vivacious, you were also extremely bratty. Seungmin often had to argue with you about things he thought heâd never have to argue with anyone about. Making sure you took medicine when you were sick was a chore and Seungmin came to realize you were only a brat because it pushed his buttons.
Especially today.
Mr. Kim had given him the day off and so he was at your place, a cute little studio apartment on the 14th floor of your building. It had an exposed brick exterior wall and floor to ceiling windows that spanned almost the entire wall. Outside the window was a fire escape where you had lots of plants as well as smaller potted plants sitting in the window. Your bed was sectioned off with a large cube storage unit and sheer curtains.
The living area was small and cozy with a flat screen television, a cream colored loveseat with lots of blankets and pillows. A coffee table that doubled as a dining table stood between the couch and the media center where you kept your gaming consoles and collection of games and movies.
The kitchen was also small. White cabinets hung on the walls where you kept your dishes. An island with a sink separated the kitchen from the living area and at the bar of the island stood three bar height chairs. Seungmin had arrived early, bringing food and drinks but they had long run out and you were whining at him to get more.
He sat on your couch, feet resting on the coffee table despite your insistence to remove them. You sat on the other cushion, next to him, wrapped up in your favorite blanket. Seungmin had arrived as you were opening your windows, saying it was a nice day out â it wasnât, it was freezing â and that you and your plants needed the fresh air.
Despite insisting it was a nice day, you had immediately wrapped yourself in your blanket and curled up next to him on the couch, sapping the warmth from his body, not that he exactly minded. You had exhausted your movie library, picking the things you either hadnât seen in a long time or at all which wasnât much.Â
Streaming services didnât provide much of a difference in options so for the last hour, youâd been playing games on your phones, showing each other silly videos while enjoying the otherâs presence. Youâd finally grown bored of your game and were now pestering Seungmin into leaving to go get more snacks and drinks.Â
âWhy donât we get food instead?â he asked as his little avatar died on screen and he shut the game off. âI think we need actual food, Y/N,â he added, locking the screen of his phone and turning his head to look at you. The urge to smile came over him because you looked sort of ridiculous wrapped up in your blanket so only your face was showing.
âBut I donât wanna!â you protested. âThat means I have to get up.â
Seungmin rolled his eyes, throwing his head back against the back of the couch. âYouâre so impossible,â he sighed before getting up with a groan. âCome on,â he said, holding his hand out. You shook your head, pulling your blanket tighter around you.
âYah,â Seungmin said, giving you a playful but stern glare. âGet up,â he said, moving to stand in front of you, towering over your seated form. You shook your head wordlessly, staring up at him. He grabbed your blanket, tugging at it in an attempt to get you to listen. âNo!â you squealed as he tried to pull the blanket harder. âYouâre gonna rip it!â
Seungmin tugged harder. âThen let go so it doesnât rip,â he countered. You glared at him. âItâs my blanket!â you reminded him. Seungmin tugged harder and you could have sworn you heard the material start to rip and so you let out a panicked whine and let go, allowing Seungmin to pull the blanket away.
âAlright,â he said, wading up the blanket and throwing it onto your bed. âLetâs go!â
You shivered, your once warm skin now exposed to the cool air filtering in from outside. âItâs cold!â you whined, curling in on yourself. Seungmin rolled his eyes and walked over. âThen get up and get changed,â he said, holding out his hand. You hesitated before taking his hand and then quickly tugging him towards you.
Unprepared, he lost his balance and fell onto the couch on top of you as you giggled, immediately hugging onto him like a koala. âSo warm,â you murmured. Seungmin groaned trying to pull away from you but unsuccessfully. It wasnât like you were all that strong, he just liked to indulge in some skinship with you from time to time.
âOkay,â Seungmin said. âYou warm?â he asked. You nodded, smiling contentedly at him. âGood,â he said softly. âNow get up.â He tried again to pull away but you whined, holding onto him tighter so when he tried to get up, you moved with him.
âY/N,â he scolded. âIâm not going to ask again. Get up.â
You looked up at him and he could see it before you even replied. A defiance in your eyes.Â
âMake me.â
He didnât know if it was because of your continuance to press his buttons mixed with the obvious tension between the two of you, but your resistance and disobedience made something in him snap. He quickly pulled your arms from around his neck, pinning you under him on the couch.
Your giggles died immediately as he leaned over you. Your eyes widened as you stared up at him. This was a side of him you hadnât seen before nor had he planned on sharing but you really, really liked to push his buttons.Â
Seungmin hesitated as he looked down at you, assessing whether or not heâd taken things too far but the look in your eyes, while being one of surprise, was also a look of eagerness and he could tell then that you wanted this as much as he did.Â
He leaned in closer, testing your reaction, wondering if he should stop and when your eyes dipped down to look at his lips, he closed the distance, pressing his lips to yours for the first time.Â
Your stomach fluttered as his lips moved against yours. It was entirely new but it felt completely right. Your lips parted at the same time, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You let out a soft moan, muffled by his mouth, as his thigh pressed against your cloth covered crotch.
Seungmin pulled away, lips ghosting over your ear. âDo that again,â he whispered, pressing his thigh against you again. You muffled your moan, biting into your bottom lip. Seungmin scoffed as he reached up, using his thumb to gently pull your lip from between your teeth. âYouâre such a brat.â
You opened your mouth to respond and at that exact moment, he grinded his thigh against you, making you whimper. âItâs so much nicer when you listen to me,â he sighed, nuzzling into your neck. He let go of your wrists, moving his hands down to your sides.
âAre you still going to be a brat and fight me or are you gonna let me make you feel good?â
You whined in response as his hands cupped your chest over your shirt. âI take it thatâs a yes?â he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. You nodded eagerly. Seungmin let out a low chuckle, hands sliding down your stomach until he could curl his fingers under the waistband of your shorts.
âThen these need to come off,â he murmured, pulling them down slowly past your thighs as you lifted your hips. He discarded them on the floor behind the couch, eyes drinking in your naked lower half. âLace?â he asked, looking up from the crimson material to meet your gaze.
His eyes were dark, pupils blown as he moved his hands up your thighs towards your hips. âBe honest,â he said as he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your stomach. âDid you wear these for me?â You giggled as his tongue traced a line up your skin. âNo,â you giggled. Seungmin pulled away with a slight frown.
âYou mean you just wear these for no reason other than to wear them?â he asked, raising an eyebrow. You nodded silently, letting out a gasp when Seungmin delivered a sharp smack to the inside of your thigh. âDonât lie to me,â he snapped.
âYou donât wear anything uncomfortable for long periods of time without a purpose,â he continued. âYou told me so yourself.â A small smile spread across your face as you looked up at him, hands still resting by your head where he left them. âYou always listen to everything I say?â you asked as his eyes wandered back down to the red material that barely covered anything.
âYes,â he said simply, moving his hands up your sides, pushing the hem of your shirt up to just under your breast. He met your gaze once more. âAre you wearing a matching set?â he asked, tilting his head like a curious puppy. You giggled, shaking your head. His eyes narrowed. âIf youâre lying to me, there will be consequences, you know that, right?â he asked. You nodded. âI know.â
Seungmin held your gaze as he pushed the shirt up over the swell of your breast, exposing the incriminating evidence of your red lace bralette. He made a tsk sound as his eyes fell to your chest, taking in the sight of the red contrasting with your skin, your nipples visible through the sheer material. He looked back up to meet your gaze. âYou lied to me, again,â he muttered.
You watched with excited eyes as he sat back on his heels, looking down at you. âI told you there would be consequences,â he added. âI know,â you said softly. Seungmin sighed as he shifted on the couch so he was sitting before holding out a hand for you to take. âAre you going to be good and take your punishment or am I going to have to force you?â
You took his hand, allowing him to pull you up and over his lap so you were lying on your stomach. You felt one of his hands move to your ass, fingers skimming over the lace as he inspected the sight. His other arm held you down. One of his fingers slid under the material of your panties, sliding it over to expose your cheek.
âI want you to count,â he said softly as his hand returned to your bare cheek. âHow many?â you asked, glancing over your shoulder. Seungmin looked up from your ass, meeting your eyes with his. He had a dark look in them, something that both excited and sent a chill down your spine.
âUntil I say so.â
By the time Seungmin finally did tell you to stop counting, your ass was sore. The skin burned and your body was aching, as was your cunt. You needed release and you were practically dripping. âSeungmin,â you whined. âI need release.â
Seungmin scoffed, moving his hand to pull your panties aside while he traced your folds with two fingers, spreading them slowly. The cool air against your hot cunt felt both foreign but oddly wonderful. âSo needy,â Seungmin murmured, sliding the tips of his fingers between your lips, gathering your wetness before slowly pushing them into your hole.
You let out a pornographic moan, the sound resonating around the apartment. Seungmin felt his cock twitch in his pants, straining against the material of his underwear and aching to be freed. âNot yet,â he told himself. âNot until Y/N proves she can behave.âÂ
You moaned loudly as he pumped his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt, lightly scissoring them and curling them against your walls. âSeungmin. More,â you gasped, making him chuckle. âMore?â he asked. âI have two fingers stuffed in you and thatâs not enough?â
You shook your head as he sped up. He delivered a sharp smack to your sore ass. âWords, kitten,â he cooed. âN-no!â you stammered. âNo you donât want to use words?â he asked. âNo!â you said quickly. âItâs not enough! I need more!â you clarified. Seungmin shook his head. âSuch a greedy little baby.â
He obliged, giving you a third finger, opening you up to take his cock easily but he wasnât about to give it to you that quickly. Your moans grew in pitch and volume as he fucked you with his fingers. He could feel you start to shake, your walls clenching rhythmically around him. âDonât you fucking cum yet,â he growled, pulling his fingers from your hole, making you whine in protest.
âBut Minnie!â you complained. He nudged you, signaling you to sit up. âDo you want me to fuck you here, on your couch, or over there,â he asked, jerking his thumb over his shoulder towards your bed. âWhere Iâm sure itâs much more comfortable.â
You grumbled softly as he got up, grabbing your hand and all but dragging you over to the bed, stepping up onto the small platform upon which your bed stood.
He turned your back towards the bed, moving his hands to quickly strip you of your shirt and bralette. âSit,â he instructed but you didnât listen, instead trying to pull at his clothes. He grabbed your hands, bringing your wrists together to hold with one hand and grabbing your chin with the other.
âIf you donât listen to me, I wonât let you cum at all, understand?â You nodded quickly and as soon as he let go, you sat on the bed, looking up at him. âGood, kitten,â he said, cupping your chin, moving his thumb to brush over your bottom lip. âI need you to do something for me,â he said, moving his hands to undo his buckle. âAnd then I promise Iâll make you feel really goodâ
You nodded, keeping your eyes locked on his as he unzipped his pants. âDo me a favor and put that mouth to good use, yeah?â he asked, pushing his jeans down past his hips. Your eyes roamed down his body, taking in the outline of his hard cock behind the dark blue color of his underwear.Â
You could see it was straining against the fabric, begging to be freed. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached to pull the front of his boxer briefs down. Seungmin quickly grabbed your hands, stopping you. âAre you okay?â he asked softly, the dominant persona heâd taken on dissipating for a moment as he gave you a look of concern. You nodded, giving him a smile.
âJust nervous,â you whispered. He caressed your cheek gently. âYou donât have to be nervous,â he said softly. âItâs just me.â You nodded, swallowing thickly as you returned your attention to the task before you.
Your fingers snuck under the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down in one swift motion and freeing his cock. You stared at it in awe, saliva starting to pool in your mouth at the sight of it bobbing before you. Wrapping your fingers around the base of the shaft, you looked up at Seungmin for confirmation to keep going. He merely nodded, watching as your lips parted and you gave the tip of his cock a kitten lick. He let out a hiss but was unable to catch his breath as you immediately went back in, tongue swirling around his cockhead.
âFuck,â he hissed, eyes fluttering shut as your mouth enveloped his cock, taking it as far as you could in one go. âYouâve done this before,â he groaned as you pulled back, cheeks hollowing as you sucked. Seungmin let out a sigh as you took him back into your mouth, the tip of his cock barely brushing the back of your throat.
âKeep going, baby,â he murmured, resting his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer. You gagged as the head of his cock tried to push into your throat. âShit,â he gasped as he let go and you pulled back, coughing. âSorry,â he murmured. âWe can stop if youâd â oh fuck!â
His words were cut off when you took his cock back into your mouth, keeping your hand firmly wrapped around the base as you started to bob your head, taking everything up until you hand. Seungmin let out a choked moan, throwing his head back as you continued to suck him off, now moving your hand as you pulled back.
You let his cock fall from your mouth, continuing to stroke him quickly. Too quickly. He had to stop you before he came. He didnât want to cum on your face or chest or in your mouth. âS-st-stop,â he stammered, moving his hand to try and grab yours but missing. âY/N,â he said, a little more firmly. âBaby, stop.â You finally looked up at him, hand stalling but his cock still firmly in your grasp.
âDid I do something wrong?â you asked as he pulled your hand off him and slowly knelt down at the edge of your bed. âNo,â he murmured, pulling you into a kiss. âYou were perfect. I just wasnât ready to finish,â he added. âLay back,â he instructed.
As you laid back against the soft material of your comforter, Seungmin took that opportunity to rid himself of his clothes. You started to scoot back towards the middle of the bed but he stopped you. âHere,â he said softly. âI want your ass hanging over the edge of the bed.â
You pouted at him. âBut Iâll fall,â you protested. He shook his head as he knelt down. âJust trust me, angel. Do as I say or am I going to have to punish you again?â You shook your head, moving until your hips were hanging off the edge of the bed. You watched as he slipped your panties off before he shrugged your legs over his shoulders, his hands grabbing your hips and holding them in place as he licked his lips.
âMinnie,â you cooed, reaching down to comb your fingers through his dark hair. He looked up at you, his dark gaze meeting yours and making a fresh wave of arousal course through you. âCanât you just fuck me?â you asked as sweetly as possible. Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head. âNo,â he answered. You frowned at him. âWhy not? Youâll find Iâm more than ready to take it,â you answered.
Seungmin merely chuckled again. âNo,â he answered again. âI want a taste first.âÂ
The words on the tip of your tongue died as you felt him spread your folds and his tongue run from your hole to your clit. The moment his tongue met the nub, he sucked on it, making your thighs involuntarily try to close around his head but he moved his hands, wrapping his arms around your thighs to hold them open and keeping you firmly in place.
You were left to the mercy of his tongue as his mouth ravaged your clit. One of your hands moved to grab the bedding by your head in a tight fist while the other combed through Seungminâs hair, grabbing a handful of the locks. Each time he flicked his tongue, your body jerked and you cried out.Â
âM-Minnie. Mâgonna cum!â
Seungmin pulled back and you whined only to receive a slap to your pussy which made you gasp, thighs twitching. âYou donât cum until I say so, understand?â You nodded quickly, your orgasm slowly slipping away. Seungminâs mouth returned, attacking your clit with quick flicks of his tongue until the sensation started to rise again, tension building in your stomach.
âMinnie, Iâm close,â you warned him. âHold it back,â he retorted. âDonât make me punish you again.â
You bit your tongue, trying to will away the tension and the building orgasm. âI-I donât think I can,â you sobbed. Seungmin pulled back, delivering another slap to your sex. âSuch an impatient and greedy kitten,â he snapped. âCanât even wait a minute more.â
âJust fuck me then,â you retorted. Seungmin scoffed, almost mockingly. âOh no,â he said, landing another slap on your clit. âNot until you beg.â You whimpered. If that was all he needed, you could do that. âYou should have just said so,â you gasped. âPlease Seungmin. Please give me your cock. I want it. I need it.âÂ
âYou need it, huh?â Seungmin asked, brushing his fingers over your clit languidly. He wasnât trying to bring you to climax, simply giving you some friction while he listened to you.Â
âHow bad do you want it?â
âI want it so bad, please,â you sobbed. âI promise Iâll be good. Iâll do everything you say but please Minnie, please fuck me.â You needed him inside you so bad and you werenât above begging if thatâs what he wanted you to do. âOne more time,â he cooed. âWhat do you want?â
âI want your cock, Seungmin. I want you to fuck me!â you snapped. Seungmin moved quickly, letting your legs fall back as he climbed over you. âMiddle of the bed, on your hands and knees, now,â he growled. You scrambled to get up, moving into place and presenting yourself to him. He kneeled behind you, hands grabbing your ass and kneading.
âIâm going to fuck you how I want to,â he started as he leaned over your back, the tip of his cock brushing against the inside of your thigh. âIf itâs too much for you, say âpitcherâs mound,â understand?â he asked. You nodded. A smack rang out as he landed a slap to your ass over the same side heâd made sore earlier.
âWords, kitten. We use our words,â he snapped. âYes, sir!â you gasped out, your backside burning. He gently ran his hand over the spot soothingly. âWhat do you say if you need me to stop?â he asked, leaning over your back and whispering in your ear. âPitcherâs mound,â you replied softly. You felt him press a tender kiss to your shoulder. âGood,â he cooed.
You felt the tip of his cock press against your entrance and without any resistance, he pushed into you. Once the head was firmly lodged inside you, he snapped his hips, pulling you back to meet his thrust and filling you with one stroke.
You cried out in both pleasure and pain as he buried his cock to the hilt inside you. Seungmin still, thumbs rubbing circular patterns into your skin as he held your hips. He waited for the spasming of your walls to cease before he pulled back, giving you a shallow thrust which made you moan softly.
âAny pain?â he asked quietly. âNo,â you replied, shaking your head. âGood,â Seungmin said simply, tightening his hold on your hips. âRemember your safeword,â he reminded you.Â
âCause Iâm not stopping until youâre screaming.â
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Hello! Merry Chirtmas ! Ä° just love your blog and can't stop thinking about it ! So, how would tadc react to a female kid reader ? That little girl is cheerful elegant little lady and wear nice Pink dress with bows! She comforted Gangle by saying "don't be sad ! Ä° love you !" And put some sticker on her mask ! Oh and saying i love you to them before leaving. When Jax is doing something bad she says "Don't be mean! you silly rabbit!"
Caine, Gangle, Zooble, Pomni w/ sweet!kid!reader (platonic)
doing these characters since the wheel chose it (ominously) not sure how much i'll write today but i got a little more in the inbox compared to these past few days so i plan on working that down
CAINE:
basically treats you like his own kid but hes never been a dad before so hes still learning; torn between him being over protective of you or thinking you're indestructible (which... technically you are as long as youre in the digital world). i think he finds your sweetness adorable, though if theres someone in the circus being mean to you (surprisingly i dont think jax would be too mean. a little bit of a butt? yeah but its not much different than an older brother picking on their younger sibling) i think he would pipe up and not shut up until you get an apology. starts watching IHAs more now that you're here, both to see how youre doing but also to make sure its not too crazy for you.. cant help but let the big scary monster/trial pass when you run up to it being nice. literally just snaps the thing out of existence/away/wherever. loves seeing the look of triumph on your face afterwards
POMNI:
nice towards you and probably over time keeps a closer eye on you but in the beginning i think its more like. you following her like a duckling since shes busy trying to find an exit. honestly i think pomni would have a hard time when it sinks in that theres a little kid here in the circus. how did you get here? when did you get here? i think thats what would prompt her in trying to connect with you, thus you gain another guardian figure! sticking true my idea of pomni being uneasy around kids because they can be gross and have no filter and be unpredictable i think at first she would be a little... tense around you, but overtime becomes more comfortable when she realizes youre not like that. definitely going to take a while, though.. shrugs
GANGLE:
definitely finds you sweet, lets you hang around in her room and mess with her art supplies. probably cries harder when you try to make her feel better after jax does something, usually something that leaves her with a broken comedy mask. i dont think she would let you confront jax about it, though... she appreciates the sentiment but shes not about to make it look like she sent a little kid to defend her, thats only going to give jax even more ammo even if you stood up for her on your own. sometimes lets you put stickers on her mask or glitter... ponders.. i think she reads stories to you too, every night
ZOOBLE:
i think ive already said this before but zooble gives off such older sibling energy, and i cant really explain it other than its just the personality and looks... but i guess that doesnt explain much. shrugs. sweet younger sibling, cool but indifferent older sibling. or at least you think theyre cool. and you tell them every chance you guy. i think they would just give a weird "thaaanks.." the first few times before fully leaning into the older sibling role. dont get me wrong like before they wouldnt just leave you wandering around alone during an IHA, hell i dont think they would there wasnt one going on.. but they wouldnt go out of their way to hang out with you.. but eventually they just kind of keep a closer eye on you. check in on you. ask what youre up to. theyre not attached to you by the hip but theyre definitely present in your life as a role model. tries to make you be less nice, gives you the talk that not everyone is nice and sometimes some people fake being nice in order to get what they want. but in kid terms, obviously... well not little kid terms i still think zooble would be blunt but they wouldnt be harsh
#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#digital circus x reader#caine x reader#caine x you#pomni x reader#pomni x you#gangle x reader#gangle x you#zooble x reader#zooble x you
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NSFW, aged up characters (21+)
pairing // ghost!Baji Keisuke x medium!reader x Chifuyu Matsuno
summary // after his death Baji finds himself stuck in the realm of the living. heâs firmly decided to cockblock his best friend Chifuyu, that is until he decides to seek the help of a medium to figure out what the heck is happening.
alternatively: a threesome with a ghost????
word count // 7kÂ
tags // supernatural, inaccurate representation of a medium, light swearing, angst?, questionably happy ending?, threesome, oral (both m! and f! receiving), spitroasting, anal, double penetration, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, spit, praise, multiple pet names (princess, kitten, good girl, pretty girl, etc.), not choking but gentle throat holding (idk), throat fucking, there is some baji x fuyu action, feelings
AN // hello people of the internet, I'm finally reposting my fics! hence why, if this fic seems familiarâdo not be alarmed, it was first posted on my old blog :] posting this one first because it is the first one that I was actually really proud of, and because I'm still feral for baji. you can also find it here on ao3. cute mdni banner by @/cafekitsune
Whatâs a spirit stuck in the realm of the living to do with all their free time?Â
Take care of their friends, obviously.Â
Baji Keisuke left the world of the living far too young. He wasnât ready to leave, nor was he ready for the realization that he never really left. One moment there was darkness, and the next⊠he could see his own body, pale and bloodied, cradled by a crying Chifuyu.Â
Dying was painful, but seeing this hurt more.Â
Bajiâs never been one to dwell too long on things; he kind of just accepted his new realityâhe was a ghost. Stuck with his appearance as a 19 year old, he existed outside of everybodyâs field of perception. Outside of anyoneâs knowledge.Â
So the best that he could do was to at least stay close to the ones he loved. To watch them from afar despite the fact that he was sitting right next to them.Â
Heâd watch over his mom: observe as she always left his favorite food by the altar each night. Watch as she flipped through old albums, smiling at his baby pictures. Heâd listen to her talk to herself, sometimes even to him. He always found that rather funny, that sheâd just randomly start talking to him, telling him all about her day, and finish off with a little âyouâre not even here, are you?â as she smiles fondly at another old picture.Â
He wished he could tell her, let her know. Hey mom, Iâm right here! Heâs tried many times, and each attempt ended with failure as his hands simply passed through her.Â
Aside from keeping an eye out for his mother, he also took the time to check in on his friends. While his mother was more active during the day, his friends were more lively at night. He always felt relieved that, while a lot of things changed after his death, at least they didnât spiral out of control. At least nobody left. At least nobody else got hurt.Â
The two people heâd check on the most were Mikey, the leader of Toman and his childhood friend, and Chifuyu, his ex vice-captain and best friend.Â
He followed Mikey around for a year, concerned about his mental state and the people he surrounded himself with, but luckily the rest of the gang were still there to take care of it. It was kind of nice to see Mikey finally admit he needs help, to admit he isnât as invincible as everybody believed he was. So on that end, Baji was satisfiedâhe no longer felt the need to follow his every move. Mikey was in safe hands. And so were the rest of the gangâtheyâd all stick together through thick and thin and he loved that about them.Â
But then there was the issue of Chifuyu. While his mental state was a tad more stable than Mikeyâs (even though he did cry his eyes out for three months straight) and his physical strength and fighting ability were reassuring, Fuyu was always a little⊠lost.Â
Having never been able to read people well, except for maybe Baji, Chifuyu was sometimes taken advantage of. While he may act tough, Baji knew he was kind and helpful, always giving too much of himself to others.
It was about 2 years after Bajiâs death that Fuyu got into dating again, if you could even call it that. The green eyed boy was no longer blondeâinstead his hair was now black (like Bajiâs) and slicked back. He was a little taller, a little more muscle than before. He looked like a child no more, yet he still acted like a child sometimes, so how could Keisuke not worry about him?
The first girl Chifuyu ever decided to go out with was bad news, and Baji knew it at first glance. A stuck up, shallow, arrogant little girl that lived off of daddyâs money. Baji never wrapped his head around why she was interested in Fuyu, nor why he gave her the time of day, but the fact of the matter was that Baji didnât like it.Â
Oh, he hated her with a burning passion. Every time Chifuyu's phone would light up with her name on the caller ID, Baji would get so pissed that the room temperature would drop by five degrees. Every time she wraps her hands around Chifuyuâs neck Baji would glare at her so hard it would make the lights in the room flicker.Â
His dissatisfaction with this girl grew more and more over time, and with each passing day he could notice the little things his anger caused. So he experimented with it, he focused his anger on objects, rather than dispersing it all around him, and it worked! He could move objects, little by little, and he could fuck with the lights and heating if he wanted to.Â
So at some point, Baji became obsessed with chasing off girls he didnât approve of. Under the pretense that his friend deserves better of course. He later dropped that pretense and faced the hard cold truthâif I canât get my dick wet, neither can Fuyu.Â
Heâd scare off girl after girl by making objects rattle every time his best friend has his arm draped around a girlâs shoulder, swinging doors open left and right if theyâre about to kiss, turning the lights on and off whenever things get spicier. It was all fun and games for the bored ghost boy, but Chifuyu was getting desperate.Â
Itâd been too long since heâd had a nice warm cunt wrapped around his cock. Too fucking long. And what the fuck was up with his house? Heâd never been one to believe in ghosts or anything supernatural, but the weird shit was starting to get to him.Â
So, incredibly desperate now, Chifuyu decided to seek help. What kind of help he wasnât really sure, but he was angrily typing away at his laptop, trying to find exorcists or mediums or anyone who could fucking explain what the hell was happening under his roof.
The first two he had invited over were complete fakes: telling him they sensed a presence of some sort, chanting shit in a different language that Chifuyu could only presume to be Latin. They both said his house was âcleansedâ now, but alas not even a week later when he had another girl ever in his apartment, the exact same things happened.Â
He was losing hope until he got a ping on his phone, a reply from someone under one of his posts asking for help.
âHey, I saw your post online that youâre experiencing some... Supernatural occurrences at home. I was wondering if I could maybe take a look myself? Free of charge if I find nothing and am unable to help you, of course.âÂ
He stared at his phone long and hard. Most people who answered his plea for help online started their conversation with their payment rate first, explicitly saying âno refunds,â but this person was offering help free of charge provided they are unable to help? That was new. Refreshing. Plus the idea of not paying was very appealing to him so he had nothing to loseâhe immediately typed up a response, making an appointment with this medium and giving them his home address.Â
And without a doubt, the following day at 6pm thereâs a timid knock on his front door. He saunters over and opens the door to be greeted by the most blinding smile heâs ever laid eyes upon.Â
âHi, Iâm Y/N, we spoke over text about your problem with possible supernatural activity in your home.âÂ
You extend your hand to him, and, nervously, he slots his hand in yours, shaking it lightly while introducing himself. He invites you in and awkwardly offers to take your coat. He wasnât expecting a cute girl around his age, but he wasnât complaining.Â
Leading you down the hall into the living room, Chifuyu rambles on and on about the weird stuff thatâs been happening, explaining how heâs already called multiple maintenance people to examine his pipes, heating, electrical wiring and so on and found absolutely nothing.Â
Continuing his little rant, the green-eyed man didn't even notice that you had stopped by the door frame, staring right at the empty space on his couch. Well, to Chifuyu it looked empty, to you⊠it looked occupied by a slightly younger yet taller man with long dark hair and golden eyes that seemed to pierce through you.Â
Without a doubt, there were all the telltale signs that he was, in fact, an apparition. He looked pale, almost translucent in the afternoon light flowing through the window behind him, a faint glow to him that made him look like a fallen angel. You could feel his aura all around you, tooâthe same skin prickling feeling you always had when in contact with a spirit.Â
The long-haired man lazily yawns and scratches his butt, looking particularly bored as if this happens on a daily basis. He shifts on the couch, folding his hands in front of his chest and looking you up and down, as if evaluating you and deciding what course of action to take.Â
âHey, are you okay?â the Chifuyuâs voice brings you back to reality, and you tear your gaze away from the apparition across from you.Â
âUm, hey, so⊠did you know anyone with, um, long, dark hair and bright yellow eyes? Kinda mean looking?âÂ
At this, Baji makes a face, half surprised she described him so well, half offended at the last part of her statement.Â
Chifuyuâs eyes turn comically large.Â
âHow... How did you..?âÂ
He canât even fully form the sentence, quickly glancing around the room to see if there are any pictures of his dead friend laying around. She canât know about him, sheâs a stranger, and heâs been gone for a few years now. So how?Â
âWell, uh, heâs kind of chilling on your couch right now? Right, okay, I know this is weird, and you probably donât believe me, I donât blame you, most people donât.â Your voice goes a little quieter at the end, a kind of sadness looming over you, but you shake it off quickly. âIâve been able to see spirits since I was a child, I know, bonkers, I canât explain how or why, but I do, and this guy is currently looking as surprised as you are.â
Chifuyu looks at the couch again, eyes glistening and full of longing, hands balled into fists at his side. But he couldnât, so then why is he so intent on believing? Why is he so hopeful?
You donât miss the little glint of wistfulness in his eyes, the desperation clinging onto his lips as he struggles to choose his next words.Â
âCan you⊠talk to spirits?âÂ
âYeah.. I can, provided they want to talk to me too.âÂ
You look at the man across from you again and smile weakly. You canât always know if theyâre malicious spirits or not; sometimes they could get real bad, but this one, despite looking feral, didnât give off the impression he was malicious.Â
âSâwhat, ya can see me? Hear me?â Baji spoke and the gruffness in his voice almost made you forget how to breathe.Â
You donât meet good-looking spirits often. You meet the ghosts of elderly men and women who want to look after their children and grandchildren a little longer, you meet young, fragile kids, still confused and not understanding what happened to them. But never before had you met a handsome young ghost that smirked at you as if he knew all your secrets.Â
âYea, I can see and hear you.â You smile at him, big and bright, and he feels blinded by it. Yet also so drawn to it, like some sort of heavenly light, a beacon calling him home. âCan I ask you for your name?â
âWhy? Does my name give you, like, powers over me? Are ya gonna exorcise me or some shit?âÂ
He grins and stalks forward, closing the distance between you by simply walking through whatever objects stand in his way. Unconsciously you take a step back, not even noticing the bewildered look on Chifuyuâs face.Â
âI canât exorcise you, Iâm not ordained. I can just⊠perceive you and talk to you.âÂ
You gulp and your visible nervousness makes something in Baji shift. He grins down at you, his larger frame towering over your much smaller one, and you feel so exposed under his gaze. Chifuyuâs voice is what drags you back down to Earth again.
âWait, are you for real right now? What is happening?â Heâs confused and concerned and so, so hopeful. You look at him and smile reassuringly.Â
âYeah, he just got a little closer than I expected, but I can hear and see him, hasnât told me his name yet though. Kinda rude.âÂ
You arch a brow in the direction of the pale ghost again, and he fucking laughs. A whole-hearted, loud roar of a laugh, as if this is the most amusing thing that has happened to him in years. It probably is.Â
âBaji Keisuke, whatâs yer name sweetheart?âÂ
You repeat his name slowly, liking the way it rolls off your tongue and you give him your name. Meanwhile, Chifuyu is going crazy next to you, barely containing himself.Â
âBaji? Did you say⊠Baji? Oh God, please tell me youâre not fucking with me, I swear to God..âÂ
You cut him off by placing a hand on his shoulder. You ask him to close his eyes, take a deep breath, and he obeys. He looks shaken: arms stiffly sitting by his sides. Thereâs a visible tremble in his hands, and you notice heâs not even daring to take a breath.Â
The sight of him like this tugs at your heart, and your chest feels impossibly tight. Your fingers itch to touch him, to hold him close and soothe him, but the rational side of you tells you otherwise. Whatever his relationship to the other man is, he really, really misses him. The least you could do is try and give him a little glimpse. As tiring as it may be to maintain.Â
You take a firm hold of his hand which feels icy compared to yours and you give him a light squeeze as you tell him to open his eyes again. And when he does⊠tears brim at the corner of his eyes at the sigh of his best friend.Â
âBajiâŠâÂ
Itâs a half whisper, half sob, and you have to hold his hand tighter so he doesnât leap forward in an attempt to hug the spirit.Â
âCan he⊠see me?â The spirit looks equally as hopeful as his friend, and you nod in confirmation, reveling in the fact that you were able to bring this small happiness to them.
âHe should be able to hear you too.âÂ
And before you know it, theyâre both crying. Sadness, relief, bewilderment or pure nostalgiaâyou donât know, but youâre determined to give them all the time you can to catch up.Â
They talk happily for hours, Baji goes on and on about how he just canât seem to leave. Chifuyu just apologizes over and over about being too weak and unable to save him. The long-haired man just shrugs it off and offers a big fanged smile in return. They talk about so many things, and finally Chifuyu asks the question that actually led to this situation unfurling.Â
âSo⊠all the lights flickering and the noises were all⊠from you? Why?â
âAh.. heh, okay donât be mad.âÂ
Baji speaks in between little chuckles, amused with himself and happy that as a ghost he canât be touched. His eyes crinkle into little crescent moons as he chirps away his clumsy explanation, elaborating that at some point he just got pissy and decided that if he canât fuck, his friend canât eiether.Â
âYouâre⊠joking right?âÂ
Chifuyu looks like heâs about to rampage and yell, but he notices your head wobbling, eyes lidded and tired. You looked exhausted and pale so he shook you a little, worry painted on his face.Â
âHey? Are you okay?âÂ
âYeah itâs just.. A little tiring. Itâs fine though, please continue!âÂ
Baji shakes his head and speaks before Chifuyu can. âYa need to rest, dollface. Breaks mâheart seeing you like this. Itâll be fine, I got to talk to my friend today, maybe this is what helps me cross over to the other side or whatever.âÂ
His smile is reassuring, but a part of you wants to give them more time. Unfortunately, your body disagrees with your heart, and you start feeling very faint.Â
âHey, why donât you lay down for a bit, I donât want to send you off like this. Itâs fine, just rest your head a little until you feel better.âÂ
Chifuyu had let go of your hand, losing the ability to see his friend, and gently nudged you down on the couch, placing a soft pillow under your head. You shouldnât be falling asleep like this at a strangerâs house, but your body gives out before you could argue with yourself.Â
You stir and slowly blink the tiredness from your eyes. Rising a little, you take in the room and in pieces it all comes back to you. The job, the green-eyed cutie, his hot ghost friend: the entire ordeal.Â
âFinally awake, princess?âÂ
Bajiâs voice comes right behind you, and you almost fall off the couch in surprise. In absolute reflex Baji reaches over to grab you by the waist and prevent you from toppling over and it takes him a minute to realize.
He is, in fact, holding you right now. He squeezes at your waist a little, and you look equally as dumbfounded.Â
âAm I?â
âYou are.â
âHoly shit.â Chifuyuâs voice gets you both out of your daze as he stares wide-eyed at the both of you. Suddenly, he can see. Without even having to hold your hand.
After some thinking, you explain to them that this has never happened before, but itâs most likely some sort of side effect for keeping them able to see and talk to each other for so long, combined with the intensity of the feelings they all shared. You have no idea how long this will last, but youâre willing to stay over for the entire duration of it.Â
Itâs been established that Baji can touch you and you can feel him, the question is does the same apply to his friend? They both look nervous as they approach each other, holding out a single finger and they gasp when they feel the pads of their fingers collide.Â
Before you know it, Chifuyu is being hurled into a tight bear hug and nearly spun around in the room. Itâs cute to see how much they still care for each other. You spend the rest of the evening asking about their friendship, learning how they became friends, how they were both in a gang, how close they used to be. How devastating it was to lose each other.Â
All the while you notice youâre not getting tired at all. Which is an unusual yet welcomed change. You really like these two, you like that theyâre probably some of the first people to genuinely believe you when you say you can see ghosts and not just kick you to the curb because of it. You like how cheerful they are. You enjoy their refreshing energy, and you better not be lying to yourself by saying you donât enjoy the little pet names Baji seems so intent on giving you.Â
When two oâclock rolls around, the effect is still in full force, but Chifuyu feels awful for making you stay, so he offers to drive you home instead. You try to argue that you can drive yourself, but he insists. Quite frankly, heâs just hoping you have a reason to come by again, even if itâs just to pick up your car. But you exchange numbers and promise to talk again and hang out soon.Â
âHopefully Baji wonât chase me away like all the other girls.â
âMm, donât ya worry about it angel, Iâve taken quite the liking to you.âÂ
He smiles from the back seat of the car, and you all laugh.Â
As you lay in bed that night, you really hope you could spend more time with them.Â
As if your prayers have been heard, you do get to spend more time with them. Surprisingly and with no explanation at all, the side effects are still in full force, and youâre both still able to see and touch the handsome spirit.Â
The longer the effects are in place, the closer the three of you seem to get. Seductive jokes are thrown around, and Chifuyu picks up his friend's habit of referring to you with cute little names. Heâs particularly fond of kitten, and youâre particularly fond of the butterflies the title gives you.Â
With all this flirting and teasing, itâs no surprise really when you end up on Chifuyuâs lap with your back pressed to his chest, Baji towering over you, his voice a few octaves lower than it usually is when he speaks to you.
âAw, are we makinâ ya flustered, princess?âÂ
His index finger traces your jaw as his eyes are practically glued to your lips and the idea alone makes your thighs press together. Chifuyuâs hands boldly roam your lower half, one hand sliding on the inner side of your thigh.
âYou know, all you have to do is say stop and we will.âÂ
Chifuyuâs breath ghosts over the side of your neck and honestly, you donât want them to stop. Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât thought about this, imagined how their hands would feel on your skin while laying in bed late at night. Burying your fingers in your pussy until your thighs are shaking, wishing it was their cocks instead.Â
So, when you feel Chifuyuâs hands softly squeeze your breasts and glide up to gently wrap around your throat, not squeezing but just holding you there, you canât help the little whimper that escapes.Â
All Baji can manage in response is a feral growl, and heâs sinking to his knees between your legs spread over his best friendâs. Chifuyuâs hand never leaves your throat, but his other free hand takes your chin ever so gently, turning you to face him. Heâs looking at you with those big green eyes, silently asking permission to kiss you, but youâre impatient. You crash your lips onto his in a messy kiss, nipping at his bottom lip when he doesnât give you access to his mouth fast enough. Eventually, though, he obliges, tongue meeting yours in a battle for dominance that youâre currently winning. That is, until you feel Baji lifting your skirt and pressing two fingers to your clothed slit, and you lose all your composure, moaning into Chifuyuâs mouth.Â
Baji is holding your legs open, his icy hands gripping your plush thighs as he feasts at the sight of your panties dampening from his ministrations. All the while Chifuyu is holding your arms in place, kissing you like youâre all the oxygen he needs, like youâre life-saving water to a man lost in an endless desert. Stuck between these two men, any other thoughts have long since left you. All you know is you want more.Â
Your neediness seeps out in the form of moans and your hips wiggling against Bajiâs every touch, so he happily obliges and gives you exactly what you want. Hooking a finger over your panties, he rips them off of you in one swift motion, reveling in the beauty of the little squeal you give him in response. And your pussy is as pretty as he imagined it, all puffy and pink, so wet and needy for his touch. He licks his lips and gives you another look, waiting for permission to have his way with you and all you can manage is a weak nod.Â
Wasting no more time he delves in, mouth latching on your sensitive clit, tongue flicking over it in a well practiced motion. Every lick sends a shiver down your spine and coaxes wanton moans out of you. Chifiyu doesnât stay behind either, his much warmed hands sliding under your shirt and groping at your breasts, toying with the supple flesh, tweaking and tugging on your pert nipples. His mouth was now busy sucking purple bruises into the soft skin on your neck, and every little motion from the boys was driving you mad.Â
The dedication and effort they give you, the affectionate praises they shower you in, combined with the pleasure theyâre giving you it drives you closer and closer to your high. And they know. The way your body tenses, the uneven heave of your breasts, and your wimpers getting louder and louder: youâre so close.Â
One of Chifuyuâs hands is wrapped around your throat, gently applying the tiniest of pressure, while his other hand slides down your stomach to rub thigh circles over your clit while Baji finally replaces his tongue with two thick fingers. He pushes them past your entrance, and your eyes roll to the back of your skull in ecstasy as he pumps them in and out of your cunt. Building faster and faster, your orgasm takes you by surprise when it finally comes. It washes over you in tidal waves, drowning you in pleasure and the two men in complete madness. In the need to have you.Â
You donât have time to come down from your high as youâre being placed on all fours, Chifuyu taking his place behind you, and Baji to your front tangling his hands in your hair. Thereâs no need for him to tell you what he wants; youâre already running your shaky hands over his hard length, gently squeezing through the fabric. You briefly struggle with the buttons on his pants, but finally you manage to pull the jeans down and free his cock. God, his dick is gorgeous. Thick and veiny, his tip now angry red from neglect with pearly beads of precum sliding down the shaft.Â
Behind you Chifuyu is sliding his cock up and down your slit, taking his sweet time before slotting himself where you really need him. His cock is not as thick, but itâs long and slightly curved, pretty pink and eager to feel your walls clenching around it. Bajiâs grip on your hair thightens when he notices youâre paying attention only to his friend. A little jealous and possessive, he taps the head of his cock against your plump lips.Â
âDonât forget mâhere too angel, or Iâll assume the effects wore off, and I canât have that now that Iâve had a taste of you.âÂ
You look up at him, begging him to stuff your mouth full with your eyes alone. You stick out your tongue for him, as if to show you havenât forgotten about him at all. Simultaneously, Chifuyu finally sheathes his cock in youâall the way to the hilt, hips flush against your assâand you moan, eyes crossing from the pleasure. You look obscene, and Baji takes the opportunity to fill your pretty mouth with his cock.Â
Oh, and you canât take all of him in, heâs so thick and heavy against your tongue. You moan around his length, and drool dribbles down your chin. They take you like that, Chifuyu thrusting his hips into your heat, marveling at the warmth and tightness of your cunt, praise dripping from his lips like honey. So good for me baby, just like that. God you take me so well, fuck.Â
Baji lets you pick your pace on his length, and you make a mental note of the way his cock twitches every time you take him in deeper, the head of his cock bumping the back of your throat. You enjoy the way he looks like heâs about to crumble under the pleasure, so you do it again and again, taking him down your throat, the walls constricting around his length. Bajiâs head falls back, eyes shut in pleasure as you coax him to the edge.Â
âFuck, princess you better fucking swallow, donât let a drop fall out of your pretty lips, âkay?âÂ
He looks down at you almost lovingly: his pale near-translucent skin slightly flushed, cheeks dusted with pink, his pretty golden eyes now darkened by the lust clouding his mind. You want to confirm you understand him, but his large hands cup the back of your head and youâre no longer in control of the pace. Now heâs fucking into your pliant mouth, every thrust making you gag a little around his girth, tears brimming at the corner of your eyes. It hurts, but it also feels so fucking goodâthe pleasant sting causing pleasure to course through your veins like a drug. And youâre addicted to the feeling.Â
Then you feel him twitch against your tongue, his eyes closing and muscles going rigid as he finally reaches his climax. Thick ropes of sticky sweet cum slide down your throat and you do your best to swallow it all. You donât even bother thinking about how this is possible considering heâs a ghost, you donât question it, you just greedily take everything he has to give you. His hand caresses your cheek and he whispers a quiet thatâs my good girl before slumping down on the couch in front of you, simply observing as his friend rams his cock into you.Â
Chifuyu had gone a little slower while Baji was fucking your throat but now that you mouth was free, he was hoping to hear your pretty little moans again. Now his hands cradle through your hair, and he pulls you up, angling you impossibly close to him, pistoning his hips just the right way so his long cock hits that spot that makes you see white.Â
His pace picks up and the praise is replaced with curses. Heâs so lost in the feeling of you he almost doesn't notice Baji closing the distance between them and slotting his lips against his. His hips falter for a second, his brain processing whatâs happening but his lips respond before his brain can. One hand is holding your hip, as his hips slow down their movement, his other hand cupping his friend's cheek as he kisses him back with so much love, so many unsaid words finally making their way to Baji.Â
You canât see them, but you can hear Chifuyu moan into the taller manâs mouth. Itâs shaky, and breathy, almost as if heâs tearing up. Bajiâs name is like a mantra on his lips, a plea, a promise. You crave to turn your head and catch even just a glimpse, but you decide against it, not wanting to intrude on the raw and intimate moment between them.Â
âBaji...â
âI know. Me too.âÂ
Thatâs all the response Keisuke gives as he steals another kiss from his friend and gently nudges his hips in a hint to keep fucking you. So he does, hips gaining back their speed in no time, and you mewl under him, completely dazed from the pleasure. Warm hands sneak down your sides, and his deft fingers find your clit to once more rub tight circles against the sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure over you.Â
âFuck I canât move if you clamp around my dick like that, kitten, f-fuck⊠are you gonna cream all over my cock?âÂ
Heâs bent forward, whispering in your ear each word punctuated with a grunt or a pant. Heâs also close but he needs to make you cum first. He needs to feel you cream on him even if itâs the last thing he does. So he staves off his own orgasm in favor of yours, nibbling on your earlobe and whispering filth into your ear, practically begging you to let him feel you come undone for him.Â
It doesnât take long for the coil in your stomach to finally snap, a second orgasm crashing over you and bringing you to high heaven. He doesnât stop moving, fucking you through your high and the sheer tightness of your cunt as your walls spasm around him is what pushed him over the finish line. With a loud groan his hips lose their rhythm and he paints your insides white with his hot seed, staying sheathed deep inside you in order to keep all of his cum in you.Â
Fuck, you feel like youâre on cloud nine, basking in the glory of your orgasm but not for long. As soon as Chifuyu pulls out of you, Bajiâs mouth is on your pussy again, lapping away at your folds. You squirm but he holds you tightly in place, dragging the cum from your pussy to your ass, tongue teasingly circling around your puckered hole.Â
âB-Baji, no.. you canât, not theââÂ
Youâre cut off by Chifuyu crouching down next to the couch and kissing you again. You donât have time to protest, honestly maybe you donât even want to protest because Bajiâs tongue feels sinfully good against your ass. The green-eyed man barely gives you time to breathe, lips moving hungrily against yours. Itâs sloppy, a mess of teeth clashing and tongues moving against each other. He swallows every sweet moan you have to offer while his fingers tweak and twist your nipples. Baji on the other hand is slowly working your ass open, first only with his tongue, the slick muscle pushing past the thigh hole, coating you with spit and cum mixed together.Â
His tongue is now replaced by two thick fingers slowly pumping in and out of your ass, making your toes curl and your head spin. You can barely remember how to breathe but you manage to beg for more. To beg for him to go faster, to add more fingers. And he is fascinated by how wicked you are, how pliant and needy, how can he refuse you? He gives you more until youâre sufficiently prepped.Â
With a slap to your ass Baji announces his work is done, and they once again switch with the other man. Chifuyu pulls you onto his lap, your back flush against his chest, and his cock, once again hard and ready for you, is prodding at your ass. Baji runs a finger through your folds, gathering your slick and cum and using it to lube Fuyuâs cock, stroking his length slowly, teasingly. Suddenly he spits into your cunt, and the obscenity of it all makes you clench around nothing. You want them, you want them so bad.Â
His spit dribbles down your ass, and Fuyu spreads it against your tighter hole, slowly pushing past the muscle. All the prep you received wasnât enough though, the stretch is burning and bringing tears to your eyes but you know itâll feel good, you know theyâll make you feel so good, so you bear with it. Baji takes pity on you and bends down to give soft kitten licks to your puffy clit, teasing you and coaxing you to relax, and you do.Â
Soon Chifuyu is fully sheathed inside your ass, his fingers leaving bruises on your hips from the tight grip he has on you. Now it was Bajiâs turn and you already feel so full you have no idea how youâre going to fit Bajiâs thick cock inside you too. As if he can read your mind, he speaks to you softly.Â
âDonât you worry pretty girl, you can take us both, I know you can.âÂ
He kisses you so fucking gently as his thick cockhead pushes past your entrance, you could just cry. His soft kisses distract you from the burn of the stretch, Chifuyuâs gentle voice in your ear reminding you how good youâre doing, how well youâre taking them.
Finally, finally theyâre both inside you and you feel complete. They give you a little time to properly adjust before they both move in and out of you, somehow completely synchronized and in rhythm. God, it feels so fucking good. Your whole body is on fire and you canât stop the loud moans coming from you, mixing in with theirs. Every time they move inside of you they can feel their cocks rub against each other between your fluttering walls.Â
Youâre spread open and speared down on both their cocks, now moving fast and hard out of you, and you feel like youâll explode. Your orgasm approaches, but it feels different, more powerful. You barely have time to warn them, but they keep drilling their hips inside you, battering your insides and hitting all those good spots that make you forget your own name. It builds so fast inside you, the feeling consuming you, and you donât remember how to breathe.Â
Then it hits you. You cum so hard, spasming around their hard cocks and thereâs liquid squirting out of your pretty cunt. Theyâre both stunned, the sight rendering them speechless and motionless. When the initial shock is over it turns them fucking feral. Both are now brutally fucking you, Bajiâs practically fucking into your cervix, narrowing down on that spot that makes your eyes roll back, and Chifuyu is biting and marking you again, cock sliding in and out of your ass with no resistance.Â
They both know what they want, they want to make you come undone like that one more fucking time. Youâre so fucked out; if they werenât holding you so tightly you would topple over them. You babble incoherently against their skin, begging without knowing what for, but they donât disappoint, they give you everything.Â
The two men kiss once again, hips not faltering once as they bring you to yet another Earth-shattering orgasm, and you squirt again.Â
They both know youâre at your limit, so they chase their own orgasms, both cumming almost simultaneously and filling your holes with their seeds. When they pull out, a copious amount of cum leaks out of your abused holes. Their eyes rake over your body, as if memorizing every curve and dip of your body, the way their cum is leaking down your thighs and soiling the cushions on the couch.Â
Youâre so spent and tired, you donât even realize theyâve picked you up and brought you to the bathroom. You vaguely hear water running and assume theyâre running a warm bath for you. Youâre still in a daze when they wash you, gentle hands caressing your skin and massaging the sore muscles. You just let them take care of you, itâs not like you have the strength to protest anyway.Â
They wrap you in blankets and kiss you every chance they get, on your cheeks, nose, lips, temples, everywhere. Someoneâs hands are on you at all times, even as they struggle to get you dressed in some warm soft clothes, clumsily pulling the oversized sweater over your head. Then youâre carried back to the bed, where you find yourself between the two of them, tightly wrapped in a warm embrace and you finally allow yourself to really sleep as they quietly watch over you.
3:33AM
You stir in your sleep and feel a hand stroking your cheek. You blink slowly at Baji, who is slightly hunched over you, smiling lovingly.Â
âHey, whatâs up? Where are you going?â you whisper.
âI think Iâm readyâŠâÂ
The sentence knocks the air out of your lungs and suddenly you feel cold. You look up at him, pleading even though you know you donât have the right to.Â
âBut, Ba-â
âKeisuke. Call me Keisuke. Plus, I already said my goodbye to him.â He looks over at Chifuyuâs sleeping frame and smiles, but there is a tinge of sadness behind his smile. âTake good care of him for me, yea? I trust you.âÂ
Youâre graced by another one of his fanged smiles, but that doesnât stop the tears from streaming down your face. His gentle voice doesnât help with the feeling thatâs piercing your chest, sitting in your heart like broken glass.Â
âI canât say goodbye to him again. So, Iâm burdening you to tell him. Tell him Iâll be thinking of him wherever I end up. Iâll be thinking of you, too.âÂ
Another peck to your lips. Another tear rolling down your cheeks.Â
You should be happy for him, that heâs able to go on. That he doesnât have to be stuck here anymore, being nothing more than an observer as life passes by and his friends grow old.Â
âDonât cry sweetheart⊠You gave me such a precious gift, allowing me to say goodbye, to hug him one more time. To feel you, taste you. Iâm the luckiest man alive... Or, wait. Luckiest ghost stuck in this plane of existence?âÂ
His little joke makes you give a watery laugh. You donât dare speak because your voice will give out.Â
âDonât cry angel, no point in spilling tears over the dead.âÂ
As he speaks you notice heâs starting to fade away. You reach up to him, but you canât touch him anymore, and the realization brings even more tears to your eyes. Your lips tremble, but no words come out as he reaches for you.Â
All your life youâve been in contact with lost spirits, and each time they passed through you it would feel devastatingly cold. But now it feels warm.Â
The last thing you see is his smile.
Your crying is enough to wake Chifuyu. His arms quickly wrap around you and pull you close. You can hear the worry in his voice as he asks what happened, but you canât reply.Â
You canât speak the words.
But he knows. He sighs deeply and kisses your temple, reassuring you that itâs okay. That he knew this was coming.
âHe loves you.â
âI know.âÂ
He holds you close, fingers intertwined with yours. You listen to his heartbeat. He pets your hair and places butterfly kisses down your shoulder.Â
âIâm glad I met you. I hope youâll stay.âÂ
Every ending is a new beginning.Â
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Autumnal
Paring: Aizawa Shouta x Fem!Reader
Rating: T? (there's like one cuss word, I am still an 18+ blog, MDNI)
Warnings: None! If there is anything I'm missing please let me know! Both characters are at least 21+
Word Count: 0.5k
A/N: Hello! This is a small drabble for the season! The prompt came from this post! Thank you so much to @gixxie and @lady-lunaaa for beta reading so long ago and lifting me up with all your comments I adore you both!!
Yellow strips of nylon lay scattered across the bedroom floor as you curse under your breath. You had burnt your finger with the hot glue gun for the hundredth time that evening. You'd think you would have learned by now not to test the glue with your finger, but you hadn't.
Although, it could be the stress of making this project look perfect. You really really wanted it to look just like him. You'd spent two hours tracing and drawing in black tufts of hair, dark eyes with dark bags below, little pieces of stubble, and your boyfriend's scowl onto a pale white pumpkin. And now the stupid nylon was refusing to stick as you wrapped it around the pumpkin strategically.Â
The idea had popped into your head after seeing the perfect Aizawa-looking pumpkin at the supermarket that morning. You knew he'd roll his eyes at it once you were done. But you also knew how much he loved seeing you explore your crafts. And even though he would joke around, you loved how he would still indulge you in exploring what you loved.Â
The Autumnal days brought out a creative side in you that seemed dead during the rest of the year. And for fuck's sake, all you wanted to do was make a cute little pumpkin that resembled your boyfriend. With an exasperated sigh, you leaned back against the bed, willing the headache that was coming on to disappear. What was the point? He might hate it anyways, so why are you putting in so much effort?
You were so caught up in your self-defeating thoughts that you missed Aizawa's near-silent footsteps as he entered the apartment. You lost track of time because of the stupid glue gun and nylon mishaps.Â
"Did you destroy my sleeping bag?" A deep voice came from the doorway, causing you to startle with a sharp intake of breath.Â
"Fuck! You scared me!" You yelped as you tried to get your heartbeat to slow. "Wait, no! Don't look; it's a surprise!" Shame and sadness filled you. This was supposed to be a cute surprise, and now all Shouta was seeing was a half-decorated pumpkin and a mess of nylon spread across the floor.
Aizawa ignored your pleas. Instead, he quirked an eyebrow at your outburst. "Are you gluing my sleeping bag to that pumpkin?" His eyes gestured to the sad-looking winter squash in front of you.Â
"It's not...Ok, maybe it is what it looks like," you finally gave up in defeat. "I just wanted to make a cute pumpkin like you." You lowered your head and refused to see his disappointment. You'd put in hours for a stupid pumpkin that didn't turn out.
But instead of a sound of annoyance, you heard a soft chuckle from the man at the doorway as he made his way over to you. Shouta knelt down next to you, slipping his hand under your chin and lifting it up so that you looked at him. "You're so cute, you know that? Let me see if I can help," he replied gently, kissing your lips.     Â
Thank you for reading!
#aizawa shouta x reader#shouta aizawa x reader#aizawa x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bnha fanfiction#mha fanfiction#my writing#autumnal#dabilove27 writing
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hi z!! I really like how you write for roger and Rayleigh, I feel like you capture their personalities really well! I also saw that you liked writing familial abd platonic stuff, which Iâve been DYING to find more of, so Iâm super excited I found ur blog! If your requests are still open, could I request some head canons for roger and Rayleigh with a very small (in comparison to the giants on the Oro Jackson at least LMAO) reader, who is fiercely protective of not just them, but the whole crew, please? (Platonic/maybe reader sees the crew as adoptive family?) sorry if this doesnât make sense, Iâm not the best at stringing words together ^^
➠ headcanons  %  with smaller crewmate who protects them.
âž Â Â characters! . . . Â roger & rayleigh.
➠  cw(s)! . . . platonic. brief mention of rayleigh wacking shanks and buggy. no pronouns used. not proofread.
âž Â Â notes! . . . Â i just wanna say thank you for this request !! ii was literally swinging my feet back and forth when i saw it. iâd never pass up an opportunity to write for the roger pirates. thank you so much !! <33333
roger definitely has a habit of...oh i donât know...randomly adopting kids off the street. so no one is surprised in the slightest when you show up
rayleigh and gaban try to lecture roger on why he canât keep bringing new people to ship without telling them first. but heâs not even listening, heâs too busy talking about how he had no choice but to let you join
âjust look at themđ„șđ„ș <333âł
roger is more than capable of protecting himself, heâs had feats youâd only heard about in campfire stories
he was one of the strongest people you knew, if not the strongest. most importantly he was now your family and you would do anything to protect your family
roger finds it endearing that youâre so protective of him and the rest of the crewÂ
when you step in front of him, making your size difference even more apparent, he feels so cared for and protected
however, the two of you do clash quite a bit because you want to protect him and he wants to protect you.Â
itâs just the two of you jumping in front of each other while the enemy is just standing there confused, while the rest of the roger pirates are looking at them like âthis happens all the timeâ
prepare for bone-crushing âi love you moreâ hugs from himÂ
rayleigh definitely has a soft spot for you. heâs like the cooler uncle. and youâre definitely his favorite
heâll always say donât tell the others. he doesnât hand out free head pats and warm hugs to everyone on a daily basis like he does for you
believe me, they know
like roger, rayleigh is capable of protecting himself. plus he doesnât mind a fight as a little exercise
as heâs unsheathing his sword, he doesnât expect you to jump in front of him with that scary look in your eyes, scaring off the enemies
thatâs when he gives you the nickname tiny terror. heaven forbid anyone ever mess with the tiny terror of the roger pirates. if any poor soul ever tried it, theyâll have to answer for it
rayleigh finds it adorable that you want to protect him and the crew. but he does worry about you. he wishes to fight alongside you, as a family should do
he is upfront about his worries with you and he wants you to remember that, you donât ever have to do anything by yourself again, that he and the others are your family now
rayleigh is above wacking you with a stick (like he did to luffy) if you donât listen and take on another burden again only because youâre his favorite. you just get a stern lectureÂ
shanks and buggy on the other hand definitely get wacked
#one piece#gol d. roger#roger#roger x reader#silvers rayleigh#rayleigh#rayleigh x reader#one piece oneshots#one piece scenarios#one piece imagines#one piece headcanons#roger pirates#â â MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE.
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And that... Is the end of Flawed.
Or the one I hosted for my silly event here anyway.
[ TL;DR under read more: The lack of interest and stress I got from irl matters led me to drop the event and ending it early, but! I have a blog made for the sake of continuing/restarting the event.
Please vote on the poll if you want it to be catered to the reader or stick to Yesterday, and be unbiased, too. Vote what you want, and I'll try and make it happen.]
CONTEXT UTC:
So, I know you guys have a lot of questions, and I can't blame you. I know the biggest one in your mind right now, which is:
Why did I end Flawed early?
The reason why I ended Flawed was actually multiple. Please keep in mind that these are for my observations, and overall I'm not blaming anyone for this. I just noticed it and thought I should bring it up lol.
1. Writing for days burnt me out.
Although Flawed is a passion story/project of mine, writing so much burnt me out. And by a lot. There were days I struggled to think of writing because I have other commitments to do, and sometimes its why polls came out super late or super early. I tried to compensate for it by posting 1 poll a day, but when it didn't work, I pushed myself to make more for 1 day.
I wanted so badly for the whole event to flow like a CYOA because by next month (April), I won't be free to host this as I used to with OLC. However, in that process, I burnt myself out to the point I needed to take longer breaks/forget this event.
It sucks. I would not recommend doing this if you think you want to (because it is NOT worth it).
2. Interactions were... Lacking.
This event is interaction heavy, and the reason why is because you guys control the story that Yesterday and others are in. Naturally, this also affects the characters and how I shape Flawed from start to finish. I have a plot line for it, of course, but the interactions were... Not there.
I noticed the usual ones from my mutuals, sure, but there were moments that I felt like I was simply posting to no one. It was unfortunate during the time with Diluc, where I had hoped that some of you would go, but due to complications (ahem, the votes weren't able to decide on going when the deadline was up), I had to write how it's supposed to go with some... Changes.
It also made me feel sad to see that there weren't much (if at all) interactions to Yesterday. Tinuvion received a fair bit, which is nice because he's a little shit (please bully him lol), but Yesterday after the first week and a half just... Didn't get any. At least, in my records.
I'm not saying this to guilt you guys to interact more, but I am saying this because it feels sad for me to see that unlike OLC, this... Flopped. I had a lot of responses + moments planned if it took off that much, but... Oh well. There's always that one story that won't hit for everyone.
And finally:
3. Maybe you guys wanted it to be catered to you, not to an OC.
I had a feeling that, from the start, Flawed may not take off.
Unlike One Last Call (which was a matchup event + story), Flawed was a CYOA but you guys aren't the main focus/MC, Yesterday (my oc) is. I was hoping that with this method, you guys get to play the omnipotent voice and see how far the story can go until it's conclusion.
However, as I hosted the event for the next few days to weeks, I realized that it was simply too difficult. Maybe I wasn't prepared to host this type of format, as ambitious as it is, but I realized that maybe, you guys don't deserve this format and I should've made it catered to a reader insert instead.
It was hard for me to swallow the pill that this event may not be fun for the majority. I knew that having an OC be the MC + canon characters interact with them may be flaky at best (esp the whole OC x Canon being... well. very much a huge "oh dear"), but seeing minimal interaction/interest than my friends were (and people I admire, too. Hi Harmony! o/!!) and realizing that maybe I shouldn't have done this just... Made me regret it.
For that, I'd like to say:
I'm so, so sorry that this event failed. I'm very sorry if you guys expected it to be like OLC: about the reader/reader insert format.
I know it's not right for me to apologize, but I feel that I have to. I let all of you down, and I don't want you guys to be disappointed in something that you all don't like to see in this blog.
So I decided that I'll run this event in its own blog, but here's the thing.
I don't know if I should keep Yesterday in the blog.
I have to open up a poll for this, so here's the options you guys have for it's fate:
If you guys want it to be a reader insert game (aka you are the main star, not Yesterday), I will set up a menu to BUILD your personal darling.
This means that you guys get to decide how darling will look, the gender, their preferences, and even their job. However, this will be for your darling, and if darling dies, you can't use them anymore.
PROS: This is catered to the reader, and thus, you guys are the ones to choose your own destiny. I won't be the one to decide this time, and if the majority agrees on a specific option, your darling will do just that. This is also more open for variety + reader/canon interaction because I know some of you would have a lot of fun being able to see yourselves in the story.
CONS: When your darling dies, you get the chance to restart. However, the game will continue on with a new darling you guys will have to make and the stats reset to zero. The characters will also mention your past darling, and you'll have to restart from scratch. I still need to tweak this, but just know that it is VERY tricky for you if your first darling dies.
If you guys want it to stay the same (Yesterday is the MC), the format will remain the same.
This means what you witnessed here in the blog WILL happen on the other blog.
PROS: You guys get to either continue or restart with Yesterday's story, and with newfound knowledge, you get to choose more options that were previously unavailable. This also opens up to you all being able to essentially shape Yesterday's outlook + what'll happen to them, because you are the one guiding them to their happy ending.
CONS: This one does not offer a restart like the reader insert (one try only), and this could result to another "this'll flop because many people aren't interested". We've seen it happen here, so please decide wisely.
If you guys want BOTH, the format will be different as you have the option to build a darling (reader insert) or stick to Yesterday's story.
This means there will be a new system for both options to be available, alongside new menus!
PROS: You guys get to have a chance of an 'easy route' or 'hard route' and all of you can use your experience/s to get your desired ending for either one <3 go crazy lol
CONS: If you choose one of the two options for both, the latter will be locked. That's the only consequence I have for this one tbh.
So yes, I'd like to say thank you, and sorry for the fail of Flawed on this blog. I wish I could give you all the quality like in OLC, but there were... Too many things to consider. Sobs.
If you guys still want to continue, please lmk. I worked hard on Flawed and I still want to continue, but this time, its a permanent event and will be on my own pace.
Thank you for your support. Again. And I'll see you guys next time (be it a random fic or the next event <3)
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Do you have any good YA recommendations that have actually dark themes or depict teenagers in a way that's even remotely realistic? I never read YA bc it always feels so fake but maybe I'm not looking in the right places
OKAY so. please hear me out bc im abt to recommend u a fanfiction series but i swear to god its very far removed from the source material so u can just like. read it on its own. itâs called twin skeletons (hereâs the link), and iâm sure iâve talked abt or at least mentioned it on my blog before but its just very very special to me !! it rlly feels like ur getting in the heads of these Awful teenagers and all of the subjects r dealt w/ in like. such a raw & unfiltered way in my opinion. it doesnt feel fake or preachy or like the reader is being talked down to or anything. the writing can be messy & imperfect bc its a fic from a couple years ago, but i still think its so so good and so worth it. the characters felt so real to me & it was dark & complicated & frustrating & it managed to stick w me years after reading it & i love it so much. i use it as a big inspiration for how i would want to write teenagers if i ever. like. actually got arnd to writing anything. maybe my own sentimental feelings r making me biased but god i just think its such an amazing coming of age story and the writer just Understands how teenagers think and act so well and u should absolutely read it if u want a realistic YA story
for actual published work, i have more trouble bc u r right! finding published YA that doesnt try to water things down can unfortunately be v difficult & most of these r just books i read in my schoolâs library or in the Teen Section of my local bookstore a long time ago & particularly stuck w/ me & some of them im not even like. That sure counts as YA i just know that im a Young Adult who read & enjoyed it & it was also abt Young Adults. maybe its cheating but i honestly dont think that whether or not its Officially Supposed to Be YA is that important, im assuming ur just trying 2 find good coming of age stories
these arent in any particular order im just listing off whatever i think
speak by laurie halse anderson
allegedly by tiffany d jackson
forgive me, leonard peacock by matthew quick
dare me by megan abbott
perks of being a wallflower by stephen chbosky
catcher in the rye by jd salinger (uve most likely already read this but it wouldnât feel right to leave this classic out)
my heart & other black holes by jasmine warga (a little rushed at times but felt like a breath of fresh air after trying to read annoyingly pretentious trainwrecks like fault in our stars & all the bright places. does what those novels Tried to do but manages it well in my opinion)
these violent delights by micah nemerever (not considered YA lol but i asked the author personally & the characters r like. 16-17 for majority of it & its an incredible book that i want everyone to read anyway so! why not put it here)
my dark vanessa by kate elizabeth russell (definitely not supposed to be YA but a lot of it is from the perspective of a teenage girl & i can imagine it being in my schoolâs library & its very good & relatable so!! again why not put it here!!)
black iris by elliot wake (i think this is considered more new adult than YA but whatever)
fault line by christa desir
forbidden by tabitha suzuma
hell followed with us by andrew joseph white (not sure if u can call this realistic considering its fantasy but its dark & definitely YA & it has body horror & i liked it so itâs going in)
house of hollow by krystal sutherland (again, this is a fantasy, but i thought it was pretty good when i read it & its YA so itâs going in)
iâm somewhat delirious after taking a nap so im srry if this is like 97% of me just rambling or not making sense. i know our tastes r probably not the same so some of these (or just YA in general) may not be for u but i rlly hope u enjoy or appreciate any of these if u ever decide to read them <3
#if anyone else has any recs feel free to comment them :]#i havent gotten the chance to read the raven cycle or all for the game but based on how ive seen ppl on here talk abt it they seem good#asks
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I posted 7,782 times in 2022
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#5
So I just got into Critical Roleâs new animated series Legend of Vox Machina, and I decided to learn more about what happens in the campaign.
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BOY WAS THAT A MISTAKE
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#4
Some 5am thoughts regarding my newest creative blurb featuring teen!Moon Knight reader.
So Iâd imagine that since the Khonshu who accompanies reader is from another universe, he doesnât hold as much power compared to the Khonshu of Earth 616.
This would mean that he canât protect the reader as well as he wants to (much to his dismay). So while the reader can heal, it just takes longer, especially fatal wounds. For instance, a stab wound could take minutes to heal rather than seconds.
And because of this, I feel like rather than using a variation of the ceremonial armor Marc uses, the reader has a more modern look (while keeping the likeness of the usual armor of course) with more metallic pieces than wrappings covering her vulnerable areas to avoid preventable injuries. And of course the signature cape (that she can remove at anytime to avoid any problems).
Weapon wise, she would use both the crescent knives (which would also come from her chest as well) as well as the escrima sticks Steven uses. The reader would also use a sword (maybe a bronze sword or a khopesh, or whatever blades Layla uses as the Scarlet Scarab) to deal with larger adversaries she comes across in her multidimensional travels with America.
Iâve already come up with a name for this character Iâve created (rather than referring her as reader), so if anyones interested in hearing that, let me know. Or if I should just keep referring her as reader to appeal to the masses. Either way, let me know. More ideas on the way!
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#3
So itâs been a week since Iâve posted my Khonshu/Marc/Steven x Eternal!Reader idea (seen here), and my mind has been wandering, crafting scenarios surrounding this idea. And I thought, why not share? Especially since a lot of people seem to like this idea.
I would like to note once again that these ideas are free for anyone to write about, Iâm not planning on writing anything about this (at the moment at least), so if anyone wants to write a Moon Knight fanfic involving an Eternal!Reader, go ahead! I highly encourage it!
Moving on to my additional thoughts:
So after the reader reveals herself to Marc/Steven (how does Jake factor into this Iâm just realizing?) after the deviant attack, and when she reveals her purpose for being on Earth and her past relationship with Khonshu, how would the Moon boys react?
Iâd imagine theyâd both be angry, Marc more so than Steven (at least in my mind). Theyâd question whether or not their relationship with the reader was genuine, or if they were just being used as a means to see Khonshu? And thereâs the fact that she isnât from Earth, and that sheâs a being more than 7,000 years old sent by some cosmic power to protect humanity and helped shape the history of the planet, while at the same time not interfering with the atrocities committed by humans. So Iâd imagine theyâd be quite angry with the reader. She of course tries to explain this to them, but a fight breaks out (the Moon boys arenât as understanding as Dane), and harsh words are thrown at the reader (by Marc, Steven is mostly quiet).
And then she has to go.
âMarc, Steven, I need to take care of this.â
Marc laughs humorlessly. âOf course you do.â
âMarc-â she sighs.
âNo, you know what? Go. Take care of your âmissionâ, or whatever the hell it is that you were sent here to do, and leave.â
ââŠâŠIâll let you know when Iâm done.â
âNo, do both me and Steven a favor and never talk to us again.â
So the reader goes with Sersi, Sprite, and Ikaris to find the others. And as they progress along, she calls them when she can (they never pick up the phone) and leaves messages telling them about her journey.
âHey, just landed in the States. Weâre headed to Ajakâs place, Iâll call you when we get to her house.â
âHey, um, so we got to Ajakâs. SheâŠâŠgot attacked by a deviant and isâŠâŠâŠâŠAnyway, weâre flying back out again, probably going to find Kingo. Let me know if you get this, weâre in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota, so I wouldnât be surprised if Iâm not getting any service.â
âSo, Iâm realizing that youâre both probably ignoring me. Which is totally fair, believe me. I shouldâve told you guys the truth from the start, and I regret not doing that. But regardless, Iâm going to keep sending you updates. Though youâre most likely not going to listen to them anyway. Weâre heading to Australia to get Gilgamesh and Thena. Iâll be sure to update you on our progress soonâŠâŠ.I miss you, both of you.â
âHey, sorry I havenât called in a bit, things have beenâŠ..hectic. A lot of bombshells have been dropped and things just got much more complicated. I donât want to bore you with the details, Iâll uhâŠ.tell you both all about it when I come back. Hey uh, whenâs the last time you called youâre dad?â
âScrew the theatrics, I donât even know if youâre even going to get this. Weâre in the middle of the god damn Amazon, because Druig thought it would be a grand fucking idea to place his cult here of all places. Heâs a stubborn bastard, but if weâre gonna pull this off we need him. I meant it earlier when I said you should talk to your dad, you uh, never know when heâll kick the bucket, so to speak. I miss you guys, I wish I could talk-â
âWe were attacked by deviants, Gilgamesh is deadâŠâŠ..he died protecting Thena. Iâve lost two of my family members in the span of a few days, and my friend is giving me the silent treatment. Are we even friends anymore? I know you said not to talk to you guys again, but frankly, I donât know what I would do without you two.â
ââŠâŠ..I think this might be the last time I call you. I get it, Iâll stop contacting you. I justâŠâŠI guess I was hoping that we could put this behind us and move on. But thatâs obviously not gonna happen, is it? And frankly, I donât blame you guys for ignoring me, you both have every right to hate and despise me. JustâŠâŠyeah. Have a good life you two.â
âI know I said you wouldnât hear from me ever again, but I just have to say this before the world is inevitably blown apart by a newborn celestial. I love you both, so so much. I just wish I got to tell you that in person, and not over the phone when Iâm heading towards a live volcano to put a celestial to sleep. Regardless, I just wanted to let you two know. Iâll see you when this is all over, that is if you even want to see me. And if we donât fail, and Ikaris doesnât kill us. I probably shouldâve mentioned that previously-â
Itâs past 5am when Iâm writing this, and Iâm shit at writing dialogue (especially about feelings), but I just wanted to get this out before I fell asleep. If some of what Iâve described isnât coherent, let me know, and Iâll discuss it further in length when Iâve gotten some shuteye đ
I also wanted to add this kicker. Iâd imagine itâs when Marc/Steven try to call the reader after (finally) hearing all the messages she left (it only took until they saw the Celestial emerge from the ocean on tv to hear them), only to get hit with this when they try to call her.
âWeâre sorry, you have reached a number that is disconnected or that is no longer in serviceâŠ..â
SoâŠ..do with that as you will đ
Once again, anyone is free to write anything regarding what Iâve given out. As long as I get a shoutout, Iâm content with anyone taking what Iâve said and writing their own story.
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My obsession of Moon Knight is starting to take over my creative thought process. I just came up with the idea of a Moon Knight x teen!reader where the reader is the daughter of Marc/Steven (with Jake being more like an uncle figure towards the reader) and Layla. But hereâs the kicker: sheâs from another dimension where her parents are dead and has taken up the mantle of Moon Knight after her fathers passing.
In my delusional state (Iâve been bedridden with a massive migraine for the past few hours unable to fall asleep), Iâve come up with a plot where America Chavez winds up in the readers dimension (where Marc/Steven/Jake and Layla were both snapped, but never returned cause the avengers never got the stones back, leaving the reader on her own), and the reader decides to join America and protect her from multiversal threats coming to take her power. This all leads to Multiverse of Madness, and after the events of the movie, the reader stays on Earth 616 since she has no one to go back to on her own Earth.
Iâd imagine this would take place after Season 1 of Moon Knight, so Jake is Khonshuâs avatar without Marc/Steven knowing. So when Khonshu (of Earth 616) senses another avatar of his, he sends Jake to investigate and to dispose of the âimposterâ (when in reality itâs the reader with her own Khonshu (who btw is very protective of her and has become a surrogate parent of sorts to her since her parents were blipped)).
This leads to them fighting, theyâre both trading killing blows (which donât work cause theyâre both healing from the suits), and the reader doesnât know who exactly sheâs fighting (other than itâs this Earthâs Moon Knight) until the last second when she recognizes Jakeâs voice. And in a moment of disbelief, she whispers âTĂo Jake?â
And thenâŠâŠ.yeah thatâs all I got. Thereâs bits and pieces after this, but I think Iâve shared enough for one post. Might share more later (who am I kidding, of course I am, I have no self restraint whatsoever).
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HOLY SHIT I JUST CAME UP WITH A GREAT IDEA FOR A MOON KNIGHT ONESHOT (SERIES?)
Khonshu/Marc/Steven x Eternal!Reader
Think about it. Some of the Eternals were depicted as historical figures/gods (Thena as Athena for example), so the same could be said the reader. When in Ancient Egypt, the reader was depicted as one of the Egyptian goddesses (Maat?) based on their powers/abilities. They meet Khonshu, and they slowly become friends, bonding over their appreciation for humanity. Maybe it slowly grows into love?
But as time went on, and the Eternals moved on to other places around the world, and the Ennead start to abandon humanity, they start to argue with each other about interfering with humanityâs progression (Khonshu over his duty to protect those of the night, and the reader over only protecting humanity from the deviants and leaving humanity to fend for themselves over other matters). After one massive argument, they part ways, and continue on their own paths.
Fast forward to modern day. After the Eternals defeated the deviants and parted ways, the reader finds herself staying in London with Sersi and Sprite, and helps Sersi with her job at the British Museum. Now this could go a number of ways, with the reader meeting Marc during his Moon Knight business, or with Steven at the museum. With either of these routes, the reader and Khonshu finally reunite after a couple hundred (maybe thousand?) years apart. Now in my mind, the plot of Eternals still hasnât happened yet, and the reader is still keeping out of human affairs. So the reunion with Khonshu and the friendship (maybe pairing?) with Steven/Marc could go either way. Regardless, Steven/Marc donât know about the reader being immortal or being able to see Khonshu and their relationship.
Now to when the deviants come back. Reader is with Sersi, Sprite, and Dave (maybe Marc/Steven tag along?) The deviant attacks, Marc/Steven find out about the Eternals (and their previous relationship with Khonshu), and they and the reader fight over their friendship (among other things). Reader then leaves to find the other Eternals, and two things could happen:
1. They die along with Gilgamesh in the Amazon (or maybe even by Ikaris) and upon her return to London, Sersi breaks the news to Marc/Steven and Khonshu before being whisked away by Arishem. Leaving the three mourning for the loss of their friend/lover.
2. Reader comes out alive, and reunite with Marc/Steven and Khonshu in London, and they all make up. Only for the reader to be whisked away by Arishem.
Regardless, it ends in angst (cause we have no clue where Arishem took Sersi, Kingo, and Phastos at the end of the movie, only that they are awaiting judgement for disobeying orders and killing a celestial).
But thatâs my idea for a oneshot (maybe mini-series). And since I have no creative bone in me whatsoever, Iâm just gonna toss this idea to the jackals for one of you guys to pick up and do something with. Iâve got finals this week, but I just had to get this idea out there to share with you all before the finale this Wednesday. Comment and let me know what you think of this and maybe want to write about it (please I need to talk about this to someone).
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Heyy!! How are you? Just found your blog and tbh I love it.
May I request some HC with the opm four horseman with an reality manipulator! Reader (whatever kind of relationship u feel comfortable) , like they overpowered as fuck but doesn't change anything in their reality because it would make things boring? Would love to see what the characters think.
Sorry for the really specific and random request, the concept got in my mind and I got like đ€ (feel free to ignore)
Nah u good I have a OPM OC with a similar concept! Easy peasy, bro!
Reality Shifting!Reader
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Saitama
Mad respect for you no matter the relationship
He has quite the attachment to you because you're on a similar level of strength and how it separates you from the average Joe's
Seriously. He basically is your shadow and doesn't know it. Subconsciously pulling a Genos
Just glad he knows someone that actually gets it
He asks you weird questions often about some "What if..." Like you can see the said alternate reality or something. Whether you do or not is up to you but he asks a LOT of questions
He never would ask you to change anything otherwise, so least likely to be on you like that
He also is a little protective of you. Outside of the context of knowing you, this could be an intimidating power to the common people and could start some massive scared mob if you're not careful
Just in general he looks out for you a little more and checks in to make sure you're alright. He knows how brutal people can be
Genos
Poor boy. Knowing someone like you gives him a crisis
He would never ask you to change anything, specifically his past. But he thinks about it a lot
Changing it would mean he would never have met you or his sensei though so that's what he sticks to. He loves you both too much
He is EXTREMELY protective of you. He does not want you falling into the wrong hands, or being corrupted somehow. So he's more of a shadow than Saitama
Endless questions so hope you have the patience for them. He loves his sensei but someone with an equal amount of power, despite it being different, he would like to interrogate
Mostly about how you came to have the power, not exactly what ifs. You get one of those every now and then but he has a better understanding of serious cause and effect (like the 9/11 to 50 shades of grey pipeline)
He does sort of go out of his way to make sure you're never seriously pissed off. He doesn't want to know what wrath you could possibly unleash
That being said he's just sweet baby with you and your best neutralizer when it comes to heavy emotions
Sonic
I'll b honest with you, Sonic would likely be the most annoying (at first) if he knew about you.
At the same time, most protective. Even more than Genos. He doesn't want heros or monsters alike tampering with your head and throwing off what you think is best to do with yourself
He would be annoying because he would basically present a thesis of the reason why you should change the day he met Saitama so he doesn't take such a huge L
It would take a long time, and maybe a few bullshit lies, on why you just can't. For consequences sake, and also not caring. Maybe a "if you want it done right, work for it" sort of speech
Doesn't asks as many questions like everyone else. It otherwise isn't something that bothers him or he cares about
You don't intimidate him in the slightest. He made sure to be close (originally) to stay on your good side. Any relationship that came from it is genuine, tho
He does encourage you use it more because it's like a waste of potential or somn
Like you have a bad day from someone he gonna be like "Change reality so they were never born"
Super hella overdramatic. Be glad he would have a hard time learning himself
Garou
He thought you were bullshiting at first, on god
Ever find a way to prove it though(understandably that would be hard) he would be a little intimidated by you
At the same time he wanna piece of that power and is a bit nagging about how you got it
Tried to annoy the shit out of you to get you to crack but alas, it failed
Them bribes you for some sort of training with promises that yes, he would actually keep or things you like. You could tell him you filled out a crossword book everyday for 7 years and he would deadass follow.
No one else is allowed to ask YOU though he'll kick the shit out of them. Ppl fr leave you alone for sure when you're in his company especially if they just trying to start some shit. Sort of hypocritical. He doesn't want people to bother you but he himself is an exception
After a Long ass while he just settles with some sort of "pure of heart" nonsense as to why he can't just train for the powers himself
Still he's going to ask you up and down the what ifs, like the rest. It's just a curiosity hardly anyone can shake
#one punch man#opm#opm x reader#anime#saitama#genos#garou#speed o sound sonic#saitama x reader#garou x reader#genos x reader#sos sonic x reader#sos sonic#saitama x y/n#garou x y/n#saitama hcs#genos hcs#sos sonic hcs#garou hcs#the four horseman of opm
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hi!! iâm so excited to see a blog that writes for death note, itâs become a recent hyperfixation of mine and i canât find any good fics!!! đđđđ
could you provide some nsfw content for L? any is fine really, hcâs or a full drabble if youâd like!! iâm desperate for L content lol đđ
YES oh my god of course đđ deathnote is one of mine too (i rewatch it like once a week) n L is my major comfort character. i did a kinda cross between a drabble and headcanons for this! I hope itâs what you were looking for <333
CONTENT WARNING: smut (MDNI, 18+), female-bodied reader (gender-neutral pronouns), fingering, begging, mild pain kink, overstimulation, L being .. himself and also mildly obsessive, voyeurism (read: L is a creep misa was right), slightest bit of dubcon if you squint, masturbation, pillow humping, dom!L and yes i will die on this hill, sub!reader, L is actually a little mean in this one, dacryphilia, thigh slapping, fluff at the end if you squint, let me know if i need to add more!
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being physically intimate with L was something you never really considered when you first got together. you werenât even sure sex was something that was on his radar; he had so many other things to think about, and physical pleasure seemed like something he didnât pay any mind to.
and you were rightâ for the most part. itâs not something L ever stops to consider. itâs not that heâs necessarily disinterested, itâs just never been a priority. he usually just takes care of himself when the urge arises.
with you here, though, itâs different. heâs not alone anymore, and your own desires are something he assumes he needs to factor in, and as many times as you assure him that itâs completely okay if he doesnât want to have sex, that you can take care of it yourself and itâs a nonissue, heâs still . . . curious.
heâs seen you before on the monitors; those times late at night when everyone else has gone to bed and you forget thereâs cameras everywhere, that he can see everything you do. he watches you as youâre spread out on the shared bed he rarely sleeps in, slipping your fingers in and out of your little cunt, your mewls and soft whines carrying through the speakers and shooting straight to his cock. he wonders if itâs wrong to watch you like this, but even as he ponders if misa amane was correct, that he is a pervert, he still doesnât tear his gaze away from the screen. there is the possibility you hadnât forgotten about the cameras at all. perhaps you wanted him to see.
he doesnât say anything, less to save you any possible embarrassment and more because heâs found that a subject is least genuine when they know theyâre being observed. itâs human nature, he knows, to alter yourself beneath the lens of others, to hide, and he doesnât want that. this is a side of you he hadnât considered might existâ an obvious oversight, and one he aims to correct.
that was how L always was. he loves you, yes, you can say that confidently. but as quiet and soft-handed a man as he is, his love is not simple, nor is it gentle. like him, itâs invasive and relentless. itâs not uncommon for you to feel somewhat neglected, or that perhaps he forgets about you altogether, but he never does. in fact, itâs quite the opposite. you are just as much a fixation, a complex puzzle to be torn apart and examined as any case, and rarely does a minute go by in which he doesnât think of you. itâs perhaps not as romantic as you might like, with his owlish gaze pinned on you whether through a monitor or when youâre sitting next to him, picking apart every detail, but you canât say he doesnât pay attention to you. sometimes, you think he pays too much.
when he finally touches you, itâs no different.
he watched for weeks before he broached the idea. the hours you spent trying to satisfy yourself, with your hand between your legs or rutting desperately against a pillowâ yet you never seemed truly satisfied. it was obvious in your expression, face screwed up cutely in obvious distress, frustrated tears welling in your eyes and streaking prettily down your flushed cheeks. you could only ever take two of your own fingers, he noticed; youâd tried more a few times, seeming to find your own two small ones dissatisfactory, but you could never quite make it, leaving you in a painful limbo that always has you in a particularly sour mood the next time he speaks with you.
the more he watched, the more he realized how truly unsatisfied you were. one night, you spent thirty minutes rocking against your pillow, and despite the wetness that darkened your pretty panties, you eventually gave up, tossing the ruined pillow away from you with a small, frustrated shriek. he wondered why; and more still, why he suddenly found his own hand unsatisfying, and why he could only curve his own thoughts with ones of you on the monitor, spread out prettily.
it was horribly distracting, really. and with anything else, L had to make sense of it.
in the end, he ends up with more questions than answers.
itâs not his fault, really. itâs yours. youâre so fascinating to study, and so eager to let him learn. youâd been so utterly pliant as he pried your thighs apart, stuttering out reassurances that he didnât have to do this, asking over and over if he was sure. he doesnât bother to tell you that this wasnât for youâ he wouldnât be able to think properly until heâd gotten his answers.
thereâs none of the awkward hesitation you mightâve expected, no unsure fumbling of hands or knocking teeth. no, L is sure of this as he is anything else he studies, tearing it apart as he sees fit until heâs satisfied with the conclusion. youâre no different, and heâs just as relentless as he always is.
thereâs a certain desperate edge to it when he touches you, like heâs trying to tear everything from you by force. he watches you squirm beneath him, mewling and pleading incoherently as the walls of your pretty cunt spasm around his fingers for what feels like the thousandth time (it would seem you can, in fact, take three), and the only thing he can think of is how many more youâll be able to give him. surely this isnât your breaking point? no, he knows better, that canât possibly be it. you can take more, and he tells you so, deafened to your mindless babbling and choked sobs as you try to push him away.
itâs strange that you do that. you get so upset when he actually does pull away:
he has to pin your hands down eventually; clawing at him the way you are is only a hindrance, and it reduces his overall effectiveness significantly. fortunately, you seem to learn quickly, responding especially well to a sharp slap to your inner thigh. (he isnât sure if itâs a carrot or a stick, given the way you clench around his fingers when he does it. regardless, it works, so he does it again).
it really only occurs to him to stop when your body seizes again, this time falling entirely limp, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. he mightâve worried, but your eyes flutter open only a few seconds later, and itâs then that he considers that you might be rather exhausted.
âare you alright?â his voice is quiet, hoarser than normal, and uncharacteristically gentle. he cocks his head at you, the puppy-like gesture such a stark contrast to the delightful hell he was inflicting on you only moments before that you canât help but giggle tiredly.
at your assurance that you arenât on the verge of collapse, not anymore at least, he takes time to clean you up, his touch feather-light and familiar in its softness. he lets you cling to him, winding his awkwardly long body around you in a sort of cradle, tucking your head beneath his chin.
he counts the minutes until you fall asleep, measuring your breaths against his own. as much as he enjoys tearing you apart to see whatâs inside, thereâs a strange satisfaction in putting you back together again.
this is my first published smut i apologize in advance.
#iâm so sorry i went a little feral#not betaâd or edited we die like men#đ.poppedcherries#l lawliet x reader#l lawliet smut#l lawliet x you#death note x reader#death note smut#death note x y/n#l is so weird iâm sorry
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What If They Were Vampires? Part 1
Note: I should probably mention that I donât usually write ânormalâ stuff like what you can read on my blog. I absolutely adore supernatural and all that jazz so I canât help it especially because itâs October. I might have went a bit overboard with this so itâs a bit long. So uh⊠enjoy?
Pairing: (aged up!) Wakasa Imaushi x shy female reader
Description: The humanity knows about vampires. It is also a common knowledge that the vampire bite gives humans the most pleasurable feeling in the world which has them coming within seconds.
Contains: Biting, blood drinking, fingering (fem receiving), non sexual use of the word mommy (once), squirting, swearing, overstimulation, breeding
Disclaimer: This is not for anyone who canât handle what was mentioned above and especially minors. Iâm aware that some of the under aged ducklings might still read this so please do not repeat any of the acts mentioned here. Practice safe sex and avoid alcohol, cigarettes and drugs, your body is still growing so please keep it healthy.
Thank you so much for reading and if you want me to write about any other vampire Tokyo revengers character my requests are open.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Shorts 1 (Toman)
Masterlist
Wakasa Imaushi
Only rich and powerful vampires have the privilege to drink blood straight form humans on a daily basis and Wakasa Imaushi is one of those. He lived on this world for good three centuries and to be frank he is bored with his immortal life. There is almost nothing he hasnât experienced at least once so when he saw you nervously playing with the hem of your skirt in the private room he couldnât help himself but let out a bored sigh.
You didnât even notice him coming in the room but the moment he cleared his throat you shoot your head up and spoke up; âHello, my name isâŠâ
âI donât need your name princess.â He interrupted you. His lilac half lidded eyes were practically analyzing your appearance in silence. âIâm assuming this is your first time letting someone suck your blood for money.â He spoke up.
He was beautiful to say the least. He wore beige and black corset vest with beautiful flower like design under which was a white shirt and a tie matching the corset in color. His pants were jet black and fit on his so tightly that you would bet everything in your bank account that his ass was the first thing people looked at when he passed them by.
He was also quite feminine in build and face, his long striped hair was tied into a ponytail with lose strand of purple and blond framing his face. A lollipop stick was hanging out of his mouth. He looked bored out of his mind and you had no idea what to say to make him change his expression.
âYes.â
He took a lollipop out of his mouth. âWhatâs your blood type?â
âAB negativeâŠâ You answered timidly.
His eyebrows rose a bit in surprise. One of the things he never tried was the very same blood type you had. After all it was the rarest blood type in the world. âDo you mind if I sample it?â He questioned while placing his unfinished lollipop into an ashtray on the table which was separating the two of you in a dimly lit room.
Thanks to a nice woman behind the counter in the lobby you knew what he meant. You extended your hand closer to him. He grabbed a small pack from the bucket standing next to the ashtray. He ripped the package with his teeth and took out a long and sharp needle out of it. He lowered himself on one knee in front of you; his face was so close to your hand that you had to resist the urge to touch it.
His attention turned to you as he was waiting for your approval to prick your finger. You gave him a confirming nod and the male swiftly poked your finger making it sting a bit. He ran the needle over his stuck out tongue.
When he felt the droplet of your blood on his tongue he covered his mouth with a free hand. He looked up at you with a strange look in his eyes which you couldnât distinguish? Was your blood so disgusting that it made him want to throw up?
âIs it not to your liking?â
âThatâs not it.â He sat on a red velvet couch next to you. âYou know what to do when you start feeling dizzy donât you princess?â Was he mocking you?
âI ask you to stop?â You confirm.
âAnd if I donât stop?â a small smirk made its way into the corner of his lips.
âThen I press this?â You showed him a small remote with a red button on it which will signal the front desk about your situation. âBut they told me that you never take too much.â You remember the words of the woman from the counter. Did she lie just to reassure you?
âDid they also tell you that I have small fangs?â He opened his mouth slightly showing of a pair of almost blindingly white fangs which were about two to three centimeters long.
âYeahâŠâ
His smirk grew bigger because of your reactions. âCan I touch you?â
âYesâŠâ
His slender and long fingers got a hold of your chin making you look at him. His bored expression turned into fascinated one as he was observing you. âWould you be comfortable if you sat in my lap?â He questioned while loosening his tie with his free hand and completely taking it off.
âUmâŠâ
He pulled you by your hips onto his lap in a straddling position. âUncomfortable?â
âNoâŠâ
âGood, now princess take this off.â He gestured to your shirt and you could feel your cheeks warming up. âYou donât have to be embarrassed.â He reassured you while a small smirk forming in the corner of his lips. âYou donât want the blood to get on it donât you?â
Following his command you took of your shirt staying in only a semi lacy white bra. âYou can touch me if you wantâŠâ He leaned closer to your collar bone placing a kiss on it and making you shiver. His hands remained on your waist slowly and barely noticeable massaging your lower back to make you relax. It worked. These were the hands of a stranger of who you didnât even know the name of but it felt calming and refreshing in a strange way.
You hesitantly placed your hands on his shoulders. With your touch which wasnât even touching his bare skin but it still made him hold in a breath. There was just something about you, your smell, the way your skin tasted on his tongue or just your shy demeanor which let him do whatever he wanted with you.
He grazed your skin with his fangs making you shiver. It was a strange feeling to say the least. âBreatheâŠâ He reminded you and with embarrassment painting your cheeks you let out a breath you didnât even notice you were holding. âIt wonât hurt. Do you want me to count down?"
He was unexpectedly considerate. âIf you donât mindâŠâ
âTen⊠Nine⊠EightâŠâ His voice seemed so relaxing in your ear. âFive⊠Four⊠Three⊠Two⊠OneâŠâ
With that his fangs priced your skin. It hurt as much as it did when he poked your finger with the needle practically nothing at all. After the second long pain you felt it. What everyone has been talking about after experiencing the bite from a vampire. The pleasure was out of this world, unrealâŠ
Without realizing your hands knitted themselves into his hair, your eyes fluttered closed and the heat in between your legs became unbearable. Your release was almost there, just another second, right thereâŠ
He moved your drenched underwear aside allowing his slender fingers to cress your slit. You didnât notice his hand moving from your waist to in between your legs well not until he touched you. The heel of his palm was stimulating your clit while he shoved two of his fingers inside you.
âHmpfâŠâ You covered your mouth with your hand to prevent too much noise coming out of it but your hand was swiftly removed from your mouth and placed back into his hair.
The fangs left your shoulder and he leaned back staring at your reddening cheeks. His fingers were still inside you. âYou donât cum as easily as I thought you would.â He spoke up. âOr could it be that you are waiting for permission?â His smirk returned to the corners of his slightly swollen lips. âYou can cum princess.â He whispered in your ear.
Like it was a spell the moment those words left his mouth you felt your continuously building release finally coming to you. You finished on his fingers within milliseconds with a loud moan.
His fingers left your drenching cunt making you feel empty. Should you offer him a tissue to wipe it off? As you were about to speak up you saw him licking his fingers clean. âWha-?â you were stunned, couldnât move nor even process what he was doing.
âI want to fuck you.â He said bluntly making you widen your eyes in surprise.
âWhatâŠ?â
âWas I not clear enough? Or do I have to simplify?â He was definitely mocking you now. âI can do that if you donât understand.â He brought his face closer to you. âI want my dick inside your cunt, are you okay with that or no?â
You stayed quiet not sure what to answer him. He sighed and undid the front of his beige and black corset vest together with the buttons of his shirt exposing his slender yet toned chest to you.
Your stare was right on his chest making him smirk slightly wider. âCan I take that as a yes?â He proceeded to unbutton his pants and lowering them with his boxers exposing probably the prettiest dick in whole existence.
Shutting your eyes closed in embarrassment you could hear a quiet chuckle. He raised youâre hips just enough so he could rub the tip of his erection against your clit. âYou want this princess?â He whispered against your ear making you shiver. You could only timidly nod at his question.
It was strange. You would have never done this with a stranger but ever since he bit you, you just felt so hot! Like your body was burning and the only thing that could cool you down was his skin.
He guided your hips lowering them on his full length. âFuckâŠâ He bottomed out the moment he was completely inside you. His was panting from the tight walls squeezing him. No virgin he had sex with was so tight he could barely move, yet another first.
Half lidded lilac eyes looked up at yours. âI want to kiss you.â He spoke up in between his heavy breaths.
âNoâŠâ
He was stunned at your words. You let him do anything so far why not a kiss? Women like you are usually romantic so he couldnât find a reason why would you deny him. âWhy not?â
âYouâll hurt me with the fangs.â
Chuckle escaped his mouth. âEven if it feels good?â His slender fingers held you by the back of your neck. âIt wonât hurt, promiseâŠâ He reassured you.
You leaned in closer to the male barely a centimeter away from his lips. He took the initiative by pressing his soft lips against yours and gently piercing your lover lip with his fangs. You proceeded to move your hips on his lap giving the both of you the needed friction.
He was drunk on pleasure and the taste of your blood. The sweetness suited his tastes so perfectly that he questioned himself if the God had mercy on his sinful soul letting him feel something again.
Moving away from him you could feel a droplet of blood falling from your lips and running down your chin. He quickly swiped the droplet from your chin whit his thumb before it had the chance to fall and licked it. In the heat of the moment you pressed your lips onto his again but he didnât bit you, instead his tongue started exploring your mouth while you bounced on his dick.
It was addicting, it was perfect and it was the feeling you will never forget in your life. His thumb lowered all the way to your clit pressing it and making your legs quiver. Your muffled moans were the music to his ears and your cunt was the cure to his boredom.
âThatâs it princess make me cumâŠâ He said through the clenched teeth the moment his lips left yours.
âC-can⊠ah⊠y-y-you⊠cu-m⊠HmpfâŠ.â You were mumbling in between your moans.
He smirked. âWhere do you want me to cum? Hm...?â His hands were on your ass helping you move faster as both your releases were approaching.
âIn-ins-ideâŠ.â You stuttered.
He let out a laugh at your request. Such innocent little girl wanted her cunt stuffed full with vampire cum. It almost made him lose his mind. âBut I donât have a condom⊠youâll be the mother of my children then.â He mocked.
You were fucked out of your mind you didnât understand what he was saying. Only mumbling incoherent sentences from the pleasure your insides and clit were receiving. âYou want that princess? You want me to make you a mommy?â He was smirking widely, a condescending look glimmering in his eyes and you didnât even notice. âSo be itâŠâ
He slammed his hips up into yours reaching that sweet spot which made you practically squirt on his lower abdomen. He didnât have to slam into you again. He came inside you just from looking at you squirt all over him.
You collapsed onto his chest panting like you just ran a marathon. âFuck...â He mumbled as he took his softening cock out of you. âBehind the door to the left is a bathroom so you can clean up.â He informed you while picking you up and gently placing back on the couch.
As he was looking at your fucked out frame he decided to be extra nice and clean up most of the mess the two of you made. He wetted a small towel in the bathroom cleaning his chest and dick first. Rinsing the towel of all the juices and pulling his pants back up he made his way back to you cleaning up your inner thighs and in between your legs. The spilled blood was licked by him and it made your body twitch from the overstimulation.
He could only smirk because of your reactions. âShower when you get to your senses.â He smirked at you. âAnd tell me your name.â
âI thought⊠I thought you didnât need it?â
âNow I do.â He squatted in front of you like an adult would when they would talk to a child.
âItâs (Y/N) (L/N).â You answered finally âwaking upâ from a fucked out state he put you in.
âWakasa Imaushi. Donât let anyone drink your blood from now on okay?â He said.
âWhatâŠ? Why?â You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion.
He could only smirk at you. âBecause youâre mine now princess⊠I canât let just anyone touch a precious little thing like you now can I?â He cupped your cheek with the palm of his hand. âIâll call you later so we could arrange everything but youâll be mine wonât you?â
âI-â
âIâll take that as a yes.â He interrupted you giving you a wink which made your cheeks heat up. âNow⊠duty calls, clean up and eat something recommended to replace the blood you just lost.â He rose back up to his full height buttoning up his shirt and corset vest only to realize that it loosened. He rolled his eyes because of the inconvenience his clothing gave him now of all times. You noticed his annoyance and it made you wonder if you should offer your assistance.
âI can tighten it for you if you want?â You spoke up and he turned his attention back to you.
âHow do you think I got it on in the first place?â He mocked as he untied the bow in the back. Your blushing cheeks made him chuckle. âKnock yourself out.â He turned his back to you.
While you got up and made your way to him, Wakasa fixed his ponytail and waited for you. You got a hold of the stings of his corset vest and proceeded to tighten them. He didnât even flinch only occasionally sparing you a glance. âYou donât have to be so careful princess, Iâm not made of glass.â He mocked.
With that mentality you kept at it until he stopped you and told you to tie the bow. You did as you were told and handed him the tie he took off a while ago. âYouâre already acting like a wife.â He smirked. âI didnât even say the magic words.â He winked at you as he grabbed his lollipop from the ashtray and left the room.
At the front desk he made sure that no one should enter the room where the two of you have just been until you leave. He also got all the information he needed to contact you and forbid the worker to pair you with anyone.
âWhatâs this Wakasa? You actually like someone?â She mocked.
He only spared her a glare as he left the establishment. You came out of the room fifteen minutes later completely cleaned up and refreshed and were surprised to see a woman from before smirking at you like she knew everything that happened in that room.
âWhat did you do to him?â She leaned on the counter awaiting your response like she was gossip starved.
âI⊠I didnât do anything.â Your face turned red like a chili pepper. âYou also said his fangs werenât that long.â
âHe is also done in less than five minutes but he took his time with you? I wonder why?â
âHow does that have to do anything with the size of his fangs?â
The woman only chuckled. âDonât you know? Our fangs size depends on how attracted we are to the person or how hungry we are. He ate yesterday so he is definitely not hungry, at least for blood.â She eyed you up and down and gave you a wink.
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Your Own Kind of Fun (Ft. Leviathan and GN! MC)
Warnings: Season 1 spoilers, descriptions of MC being uncomfortable at a loud and crowded party, implied drunkenness but not specified to be any of the characters, a couple makes out, mentions of MC/reader almost getting killed during the TSL competition, implied that Beel wants to eat MC, Levi being self-depreciative, mentions of Luciferâs terrible punishments, Levi's got a crush on you, Mammon is kind of a jerk in this fic, one lil mild curse
Length: 1.7k words
Genre: Fluff, maybe a little hurt and comfort?
Summary: Mammon throws a party in his and MCâs hotel room, and MC seeks shelter in Leviâs room.
Alright! First Levi fic! Iâm pretty sure this is the longest thing Iâve written for this blog, so thatâs neat. Mammon is kind of terrible in this fic, so I apologize to him and his stans. (He's not being intentionally mean, he just didn't really think it through.) This is set sometime after the TSL incident. Lesson 16 hasnât happened yet, so no Belphie. (uhhh not sure what happened to him while they were staying at the hotel, hopefully heâs alright-) As always, please let me know if I missed any warnings! Also, am I overdoing it with the warnings, or is it appreciated? Anyways, hope you enjoy!
-Ethereal (âżâĄâżâĄ)
Story below, please don't claim as your own!
You know Mammon has a lot of friends, but this is just ridiculous.
He and Leviathan had gotten into a particularly heated argument two days ago, which apparently ended with the latter having summoned a sea creature and the entire house getting flooded. As a result, the entire House of Lamentation is now staying in a hotel.
Despite the fact that Lucifer said you couldâve each gotten your own rooms, Mammon had insisted on sharing with you, due to him being your first and all that.
On a normal day, you wouldâve been annoyed with being treated like a piece of property. However, at that point, you had been woken up by a literal sea monster crashing through the halls at two in the morning, you were exhausted, and didnât have it in you to argue.
Now you wish you had. Itâs way past midnight, and your hotel room is full of strangers. You tried to convince him that throwing this party would be a bad idea, because Lucifer would be furious. The fact that this is about as far away from your scene as possible didnât boost your attitude either.
The room is so loud your head is starting to hurt. You can feel the bass thumping the floorboards. Since the music is so loud, people have to shout to hear each other, not to mention that a lot of the crowd is starting to get pretty rowdy. You canât even hear yourself think.
Youâre honestly shocked that no one has made a noise complaint yet. Youâre tempted to report it yourself.
Someone had brought a disco light, programmed to sync up to the music that was playing. Itâs not helping your headache at all, thatâs for sure.
Youâre seated on the very edge of your bed, doing your absolute best to ignore the couple passionately making out beside you, and avoid the soda someone had spilled on the other side. On your bed? Seriously?
Mammon had left a few minutes ago to grab some ice, and youâve got half a mind to kick everyone out. You really just want some sleep and some silence. You donât want to be âthat person' who spoils the fun, though.
You watch as a group of demons playfully shoves someone into a lamp, and cringe as it crashes to the floor.
You didnât have to be the stick in the mud, but youâre certainly not going to stay here.
Making up your mind, you slip off the bed and weave through the crowd. You grab your suitcase on the way. Youâd be missing your toothbrush that was (probably) still on the counter in the bathroom, but youâd have the rest of your stuff, at least.
Finally, you make it to the hallway. The door clicks shut behind you, enveloping you in silence. The room was surprisingly soundproof. That would explain why you hadnât received any complaints.
Now youâre wondering what to do next.
Youâd rent your own hotel room, but you still donât have much grimm to your name. (At least, you donât think you do. Youâre still trying to figure out the conversion rates.) Obviously, asking Lucifer was out of the question because Mammon would be hung from the ceiling by his ankles in the lobby. Yes, heâs being wildly inconsiderate, but heâs still your friend and you donât want to do that to him.
Youâre not too sure what you would find if you went to Asmodeusâs room, but you know how he gets about his beauty sleep being interrupted.
Youâre also not sure what would happen if you woke the Avatar of Wrath at this hour.
As for Beelzebub, you still arenât sure heâs not going to eat you the moment you two are alone, and youâre equally sure you donât want to find out.
Which leaves you standing in front of Leviathanâs door. You arenât exactly sure where you stand with him. On one hand, he had tried to kill you less than three weeks ago, and keeps calling you a ânormieâ. On the other hand, since the competition, he hadnât stopped spamming you with The Seven Lords theories and rants.
He has a notoriously terrible sleep schedule, so heâs probably still awake. Besides, he had literally just tried to kill you, so hopefully heâs gotten it out of his system.
You knock quietly three times just in case heâd decided to go to bed at a decent hour for once.
A moment later, the door creaks open, and you see one eye peek out at you.
âPassword?â
âUmâŠthe Lord of the Shadows is way better than the Lord of Fools?â
âClose enough.â The door swings open the rest of the way. âWhatâre you doing hereâŠ?â He trails off when he sees the suitcase beside you. âUhâŠâ
âAh, right.â You shift awkwardly. âUm, I canât stay with Mammon tonight. Would it be okay if I crashed here, Leviathan?â
âWhy? Did you two get into a fight or something?â He asks, leaning against the doorframe.
âNot exactlyâŠum, I donât want to impose, though. I can go ask someone else, if you donât want me to-â
âNo, no, itâs not that!â Heâs oddly defensive. âItâs just, Iâve only got one bed, so one of us would have to take the couch.â
âIâm good with taking the couch,â you answer. Truthfully, you want out of this hallway before Lucifer spots you, or Mammon catches you trying to ditch his party and tries to convince you to come back.
He pauses a moment, then steps aside and lets you in. Despite this being only your second night here, the room is already pretty messy. Empty food boxes and half-finished energy drinks are littered everywhere.
Heâd set up some of his manga on the desk and brought multiple video game consoles with him that had been set up and are ready to go.
Heâd even used thumbtacks to put up a few posters, which has to be against the rules. Even so, he really is passionate about his hobbies, something you find quite endearing.
You bring your suitcase over to the couch. You locate your D.D.D. and quickly text Mammon, explaining that youâd be staying with his younger brother for the night, so there was no need to panic when he couldnât find you.
âItâs Levi, by the way.â
âHuh?â
âYou called me Leviathan. I get youâre trying to be polite, but Iâm only called that when Iâm in trouble. So could you call me Levi?â
âOf course, yes.â You agree, pulling out your pyjamas. âIâm going to use the bathroom to get changed super quick, if thatâs okay.â
âYeah, go ahead.â He grabs a bag of potato chips and settles down on his bed. âIâm, uh, just gonna go back to watching anime, if thatâs okay.â
âYeah, yeah, do your thing!â You flash him a peace sign, then duck into the bathroom.
What the hell was that? You think to yourself. You know youâre not the most socially gifted, but that has to be a new level of awkward.
You change quickly, not wanting to hog the bathroom, then head back to your couch. Levi is intensely focused on his show, so you decide to leave him alone and read your book instead. Youâre about to put on your headphones, but suddenly you pick up the audio of the show heâs watching.
Glancing at the television, you confirm your suspicions. Heâs watching your favorite anime.
âHey, I know this show,â you mutter, mostly to yourself.
âYou do!?â Levi bolts upright, staring at you. âThis is one of my favorites! Right after The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl, and of course the spin-off show with Azuki-tan, and I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in-â
âWhich character is your favorite?â You donât mean to interrupt him, but youâre more than game to talk about the show.
âItâsâŠâ he waits a moment, then pauses. âThis one! This show would be nothing without them! Hey, if you like this show, you should watch it with me!â He says excitedly.
âReally?â You ask, settling more comfortably on the couch.
âYeah! No one I know has seen this, and itâs so good!â
âIt is really good,â you agree. You wait for him to unpause the show, but he doesnât. You glance back at him. Heâs staring at you for no apparent reason.
âUmâŠLevi?â
That seemed to snap him out of it.
âIâve got chips!â He declares loudly, holding up the bag. âYou donât have any!â
âUmâŠyes?â You agree. âWeird flex, but okayâŠ?â
âArgh!â He brings a hand to cover his face. âI mean, like, you canât get them.â
âIâmâŠum, not asking for any?â You point out.
âI mean you can have them! But not over there! You canât reach them over there! Come here! "
His face turns even redder, and youâre pretty sure heâs about to spontaneously combust. You wait for him to calm down a little, to make sure he really meant it.
ââŠNVM. You donât want to sit with an ugly otaku piece of trash like me-â
âLeviathan-â
âI told you not to call me that,â he whines. âI feel like Iâm in trouble!â
âYou are in trouble!â You say, standing up. âDonât ever talk about yourself like that.â You cross the room to his bed, and wait expectantly. A moment later, he gets the hint and scoots over.
You sit yourself on the bed and grab a chip out of the bag.
âAre you going to start it?â You asked, and a moment later, he unpauses it.
At first, you two just watched the anime. Then you started talking about the characters, and the plotline. Eventually, the topic switches completely, the anime left playing in the background.
You start telling him about your life in the human world. About where you lived. About your friends and family. About your other interests. About you.
As much as he talks, Levi is a surprisingly good listener.
Of course, you donât do all of the talking. In turn, he rants to you about his brothers. About his progress in various video games. About that one teacher at RAD whoâs just so annoying.
You two are up almost the entire night, talking about anything that crosses your minds. The hours fly by so fast. In the back of your mind, you know youâll regret staying up so late tomorrow morning, but you canât bring yourself to care.
Maybe you and Levi donât enjoy yourselves at crowded parties. So what? Fun doesnât have to be the same thing for everyone. You and Levi can have your own kind of fun.
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The Proposal:
Masterlist | Rules | Peaky Prompts
Trigger Warnings: So much Fluff that my teeth are hurting from how sweet it is.
*Based off Fluff Prompt #5 from my Peaky Prompts list.*
Word Count: 1,249
Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader
Requested by: Anon, you can find it here.
Summary: Y/Nâs ordinary day at work turns into the surprise of a lifetime.
Your eyes were covered with a blindfold as Polly led you to what felt like a field, given there was grass beneath your feet and you could feel your clothes catching on the tall wheat plants swaying in the wind as you followed her lead.
âAm I being kidnapped by your family? What have I done?â You asked with a smile, Polly laughing lightly as she led you onward.
âWe wouldnât dare kidnap you. Youâre too precious.â She said, thinking about how youâd been there for Tommy during his darkest moments, seeing him off before the war and putting him back together when he came back. It was a slow process, but you made sure to be one of the only constant things in his life. The only one who could get him to let half of his walls down since they were built up like a fortress. The stones so heavy you didnât think youâd be able to bear them yourself. But you did, and here you were being led on one of the most interesting times of your life, blindfolded of all things.
âItâs getting late Pol, I was supposed to meet Tom at the Garrison remember?â You asked, your mind racing with how the days events unfolded.
Youâd gone through half the days work to find a letter written by none other than your long-time boyfriend Thomas Shelby. The infamous main man of the backstreet razor gang youâd come to love. The letter included a small picture of the two of you from your first date years ago, taken by Polly on the front steps of the old house on Watery Lane. The two of you young and full of life before the war.
âY/N, you know he said in the letter he was trying to make up for the time spent away from you. Iâm just helping him out. I wouldnât want to disappoint my heathen of a nephew.â She said, slowing her steps as you thought about how youâd gotten to be behind a blindfold.
Polly had whisked you away per Thomasâ request that was unbeknownst to you. Telling her to take you out for an early lunch as a treat for not seeing you enough recently, giving her a few extra shillings to put towards a nice outfit for later.
You being a lover of anything remotely of shopping, perked up at the request, and so you couldnât turn it down. Not when you had free reign of the shops with just the mention of the Shelby name.
Although, living a life of crime, or more-so watching the others that youâd grown to love, live a life of crime wasnât always easy. Seeing as youâve had your fair share of late nights wondering when heâd be home, dealing with constant surveillance due to threats, or deciding whether or not to sew a wound up or have a doctor give it a go.
But this was one of the perks, albeit a rare one as he wasnât the most romantic of the Shelby men. Most times heâd send you flowers or would take you out on the town when his schedule would allow it, even if it didnât fall quite on a day worth celebrating, but you applauded his efforts anyway as he was a busy man with a million things going on in his head.
At times, this would put strain on the both of you. You sometimes wishing to turn his brain off, like a light switch. Just so he could focus on you and your relationship for more than 5 minutes. But deep down you knew he tried his best given what heâs been through. Doing everything he had to do to make sure you were safe, even if it meant going weeks without you like recently. But now was his time to make up for it, and little did you know how great of a length heâd gone to make that happen.
Polly slowed her steps as you felt someone near you, the familiar smell of his cologne filling your nose as he undid the blindfold. Your eyes soon adjusting to the sunlight that was just starting to fade into the evening sky.
Thomasâ eyes were happier than youâd seen in weeks. And if you were honest it was a little unsettling at first, at least internally. Youâd grown accustomed to his steely gaze but heâd always reserved a softer glance just for you. But this one was...different. There was more love there than before. More depth.
As you tore your eyes away from his with a smile, you quickly looked around at the set-up he had going.
There was a vardo sitting nearby, the one heâd shown you years ago where youâd make out until sunset until one of his parent would come looking for him. And there were two chairs and a makeshift table, with torches around it lighting the area. It was nothing compared to the lavish living you were accustomed to now, but it felt more like him. More at home in a way. Especially with the beautiful lake in the distance that matched the blue of his eyes. The color of them pulling you in like a riptide as he pulled your attention back to him with a light stroke of your cheek.
âWhereâd you go just now?â He asked, seeing you have that look once before after he took you to London the night before a mission, seeing some of the city that youâd never had the privilege of being to until then.
âParadise...I mean look love, itâs beautiful! Howâd you put all this together? Never knew you had it in ya.â You said jokingly, wrapping your arms around his waist as he pulled you close, his lips finding yours in an instant.
âI may have stayed here and planned it out with the lads...â he said, referring to his brothers and trusted friend Johnny Dogs.
âWell I think itâs lovely. But I do have to ask...whatâs all this for?â You asked, his facial expression changing slightly as he put his hand in his pocket.
âI wanted to surprise you since Iâve been away so long. Also, it got me thinking about something.â He said, watching Polly walk off in the distance, giving you two the privacy you needed.
âYouâre always thinking Tommy, I need specifics.â You said with a smirk.
âI was thinking about the future. Our future.â He said, holding your left hand in his as he got down on one knee, the sunset reflecting on his eyes as he gazed up at you.
Your heart raced as he let go to open the small box, a large diamond ring sticking out of the velvet casing.
âWill you marry me, Y/N?â He asked, a cautiously hopeful look on his face as you smiled through your tears. Your hand shaking as you held it out to him.
âYes!â You said aloud, wiping the tears from your cheeks as he slipped the ring on your finger and wrapped you in a long, protective hug.
For one day, it definitely was the most eventful of them, and you wouldnât trade any of it for the world, even if youâd gotten offered millions to leave the family, you knew in your heart you couldnât. It was where you belonged, and now the two of you looked forward to your adventure in marriage. Knowing the title of becoming a Shelby was sure to come with some perks.
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Little Moth - Chapter 4 - As The Snow Fell
[Thank you so much to everyone that has read, liked and re-blogged the chapters and master list of my fanfic so far, I really appreciate all the support!]
Masterlist
Y/N Protagonist, female. Reader X Karl Heisenberg. [18+]
Summary: Youâve barely even set foot into the village and have already had a taste of the unusual residents and otherworldly beings. Is there anyone that you can trust?
Trigger Warnings: Threat, theft.
Soundscape Ambience Suggestions:
Medieval Ruins Ambience
Quiet Tavern Ambience
[Photos are my own]
You woke with a start, the white canvas of the morning sky blinding you as a crow cawed from above. You cast you gaze about bleary eyed, taking in your surroundings. You were back at your camp, but mightily dishevelled, half your clothes on, half off, and various parts exposed to the elements. The last embers of the fire burned, soft wafts of smoke dying down.
What the hell happened last night? You wondered, casting your thoughts back and rubbing your face, feeling almost as if you had a hangover. Fixing your clothes, you turned your attention to your equipment and the camp. Anything that wasnât necessary to have on you today you bagged back up into your luggage bag and pushed into the hollow of the tree that you had camped against; mostly some clothing, sleeping bag, tarpaulin⊠you paused as you got to the bow that the Duke had gifted to you, eyeing it up. As much as you felt safer with it, today you would have to try to be inconspicuous, and this weapon was not going to help with that. You stuffed it hastily as far bag into the hollow as you could, hooking it on a knot on the inside of the tree so that it hung safely, completely out of view, and then threw leaves over the bag.
The distance seemed shorter this time going towards the cliff edge that overlooked the village. You took out your binoculars from a pouch on your hip and got down onto your stomach to scout the area. From where you were you could easily see the castle with its spiky turrets in the distance, slightly shrouded by a fine mist at this hour. If it werenât for the whole situation that you were in and the very obvious unease that this place was already causing you, youâd have maybe even called this gothic monster âbeautifulâ. Leading up to it were many small houses, each made slightly differently to the next, but somehow all similar. Some with thatched roofs, some tile, some metal. You were only at the brink of this village, but you could sense poverty from here, being used to living in a modern world and never feeling like youâd had to struggle too much for food or material needs. Your eyes were drawn to a route that should give you access easily into the village by way of going behind some of the closer buildings, and with a quick sweep, checking that no one was currently about, you decided to go now.
The village had a spattering of snow, less than a foot for sure, and for the most part it had been trodden down and thinned. Coming up to the first house you crouched down behind a small brick wall, which looked as though it had started to tumble over. Again, you couldnât see anyone here, but you could definitely hear livestock; a pig and maybe some chickens. Peering over the top of the wall towards the house you noticed a washing line, its contents bouncing slowly in the slight breeze. There were yellowed white briefs, a petty coat, bonnets, a dress made out of material that looked itchier than it looked practical, and also a hooded cloak. You pondered for a moment if taking an entire line of clothes to disguise yourself was a good idea or not and then decided against it; you whipped the cloak down, it being very dull and drab in both colour and fabric, with no distinguishing features, and threw the large hood up over your head. It was big enough even to hide your eyes, the swells of fabric wrapping around your arms and body, providing more warmth as well as what you hoped would deter anyone from making too much notice of you. Your boots and trousers were visible, from the knee down, but nothing out of the ordinary.
Nearing the centre, you started to hear the sounds youâd expect to hear in a small village like this. The day was light enough to see everything clearly; a statue of a lady holding a sword and shield. Something about it sent a shiver down your back. It wasnât that it looked creepy, it just felt⊠familiar somehow. This looked as though it was perhaps the centre of the village; a woman sat on a bench knitting, a couple of children played with a stick and hoop. That felt weird too. It was the turn of the millennium, and yet here children were playing with really outdated toys. A little way up you could see a hill rising with some gravestones dotted here and there to the left of it. Already you could feel the eyes of the children staring at you and the quiet clacking of the knitting needles had stopped. Keeping your head down, you carried on walking, your feet choosing to take you up the small hill, past the gravestones. You passed a strange wooden shine on your right, not daring to turn your head to look at the details right now, for youâd hoped that they people here might assume that you were one of them thus letting you become invisible. Youâd had undercover jobs before that youâd excelled at, but things felt very different here. Every step you took made the feeling of foreboding grow stronger in you. Up ahead was a door depicting two characters, one looked like a woman, the other, you werenât too sure, but it looked sturdy and as though it might lead to the great castle, so that didnât seem like youâd be unnoticed if you tried that door. To the right a long alley way, but it looked to lead away from the village, and to the right again the iron gates into the grounds of a small church, with a bubble of people emerging from its doors now. Yes, you had to lay low and try not to turn heads, but you also needed information, maybe if you passed through this crowd as if you were going somewhere you could eavesdrop some clues.
You made your way over and saw a man dressed like a vicar of sorts standing at the church doors while the villagers left, his hands raised in the air and a grin on his face. His eyes were eerily shadowed with darkness, but this didnât seem to deter his congregation.
âThank you for coming to todayâs assembly to pay our respects to our beloved saviour, Mother Miranda. Volunteers and the Hereticâs Judgement are to be held tomorrow at Motherâs church.â
Just then you accidentally bumped right into someone emerging from the crowd, the impact making you both exhaled audibly, and the villager dropping their item to the ground.
âIâm so sorry, are you ok?â You asked, seeing her face as she looked up to see whom she had bumped into. You mentally kicked yourself for being automatically nicely mannered when you could have just trundled past. Instead, you stopped to pick up what you saw now to be a small bouquet of flowers, seeing her smiling at you as you handed them to her.
âOh yes, Iâm quite alright.â She said warmly. She looked to be in her forties with grey blue eyes, mousy brown hair and bangs. âAre you?â
You were taken aback for a moment; you didnât expect anyone to ask how you were. In all honesty youâd been better. âNo damage done.â You smiled, making sure to pull the cloak over any item of clothing that might give you away for being from further afield than the next village or so. The church doors had closed, and the rest of the crowd had now disbanded into the rest of the village.
âYou look to me like you could do with a hot meal and a warm bath. If you beg my pardon for saying so.â She took a step back and extended her hand. âIâm Luiza by the way.â
âY/N.â You replied, shaking it. Is this a good idea? You asked yourself, but you couldnât help but trust the woman.
âI was just about to lay these down in the cemetery, if youâd like to join me Y/N.â Luiza offered, indicating to the small bouquet. There was a look in her eyes, like she was trying to tell you something.
âYes of course.â
The two of you made your way a little past the church and through some more iron gates, this time into a space that was on a slight slope with a couple of crypts and tombs. Checking around her to make sure that no one else was around, Luiza turned her eyes back to you slowly.
âYouâre not from here.â She stated. You swallowed.
âNo, Iâm from the next town over, Iâm passing through to ââ
âPlease. Youâre not from here, your accent, your boots⊠but your eyes, your eyes are what really gave it away. If youâd ever lived near here, youâd never have the damn nerve to even come.â She waved a hand in the air, and yet looked remorsefully subdued. You didnât quite know what to say.
You looked down to the ground, shame seeping in as if from the snow at your feet.
âIâm searching for a friend.â You said solemnly. âHeâs here somewhere, at least, I think. I think that he came here on a lead; whether heâs here to help someone or itâs to do with something that concerns us⊠Iâm not sure. But heâs been gone a while now, and Iâd like to get him back home.â Saying it made it all the more real, and you could feel your throat growing tight. The whole time that youâd been speaking Luiza had listened intently, yet her face remained soft. Something twinkled in her pale eyes, a knowing.
âDo you have a picture, of your friend?â She asked.
âYes.â You unzipped the RPD bag hanging at your side and carefully pulled the photo from the wallet inside. âHis name is Leon, Leon Kennedy.â Luiza took the photo into her own hand carefully, studying it and then handed it back.
âYou should come over for some dinner tonight Y/N. See that gate over there?â She pointed back towards the church but the opposite side from which youâd entered. âThrough that gate, turn left and all the way up the hill. My husband and I are having goulash tonight, if that might tempt you.â
âWith dumplings?â
âI can do them if youâd like.â She smiled, turning away to face a small gravestone. âCome after nightfall but be careful on your way.â
âI will.â You started heading back towards the church and then turned to ask, âWho is it? That youâre visiting I mean.â
âMy daughter.â She replied.
You left Luiza at her daughterâs grave and felt your stomach rumble. The last 24 hours had been gruelling on your body, you were cramping with no pain relief, nor for your knee, which was already aching, a reminder of the stress youâd put it through the day before fighting that⊠beast, and then you remembered; the dream⊠what had happened? That was the same beast as the one youâd slain. But what, youâd resurrected it? You wondered what it meant, and then you started to recall what had happened after. Your cheeks burned red in an instant, spreading over your neck and ears. Confusion ultimately taking over. Well at least Iâm warm now, you sneered at yourself, and then felt another rumble. I need food.
Luiza seemed like she could be a good ally to have here, and something told you that she recognised that picture of Leon; even if she was the only person that would help you out you felt happy that you had at least something potentially to go on. You headed back into the centre of the village, with the intention of heading back to your camp for another preserved snack and then it hit you; the smell of eggs and bacon. It was drifting up from somewhere a little way past the statue to the left and you followed it around without a care.
âThe Fat Gooseâ The sign read above the door. It looked to be a small inn of sorts with a few townsfolk coming in and out, and in seemingly good spirits. You made sure that your hood was pulled back up over your eyes and made your way in. It was like many other humble pubs that youâd frequented here and there, mostly when visiting back home in England. A long bar at the back of the room, a door leading somewhere at the back, and the clientele sat hunched over round tables upon stools, leaning close to the fire, or shouting above one another at the bar itself. It wasnât the busiest, but it seemed to be where the majority of the village had decided to spend their day if they did not have work to be done. You could see a couple of the villagers did indeed have meals here of all sorts; chicken, bread, cheese, and most importantly eggs and bacon. You could feel yourself salivating.
Keeping your head low you approached the barkeep, the Lei ready in your hand, and slid it across the surface towards him. âEggs, bacon and ale, thank you.â You pushed your coin over to him. Youâd been lucky, upon meeting the Duke heâd brought up local currency and exchanged what youâd made the mistake of purchasing at the airport.
The barkeeper was quietly suspicious, evident in the way that he eyed you up, taking a moment to pause cleaning the tankard in his hands to take the money and gave a nod back.
âWeâll bring it over to yer table.â He said, turning back to what he was doing. You chanced a glance around the room and decided to take a seat at a vacant table by the window. It felt like a safe spot; you could see the door and the bar, but you were also tucked into a corner out of the way, the only light cast by the fire on the other side of the room and a couple of candles over head in brackets.
The ale was with you in no time at all. Youâd never actually drank ale before and werenât expecting it to be the tastiest of drinks, but there wasnât much choice here. The eggs and bacon shortly followed, filling the room with a smell that made you stomach growl again.
The door flew open and you suddenly noticed the difference between the warmth of the inn with the bite of the outside air. The chill swept into the pub with the figures of two men, both tall and brawny, but one much larger than the other. They seemed to be deep in conversation but trying to keep their voices to a murmur that they could only hear between themselves.
They were dressed similarly; the taller manâs clothes had more of a darker and subdued palette. He had a head of grey hair, and a beard to match, a broad forehead, kind eyes and a nose which looked as though it had been broken at least once. The shorter of the two, but by no means lacking in height had a similar long coat but in more earthy tones. His face was hidden by a dark brown leather hat of sorts, well-worn with a mess of dark hair streaked with grey. The other patrons went quiet as the men entered and then began nodding at them, some even tilting a hat, before going back to their business.
Something began stirring in your stomach and you looked down at your food, maybe the eggs were off? You looked up again, unconscious of being unable to stop watching them, or more specifically, the man with the hat. He definitely felt your gaze right at that moment as he slowly turned his face over his right shoulder to look at you from behind dark, circular shades hiding his eyes from view. Time seemed to stop. He was really looking, and you felt as though you were tumbling backwards down through the biggest chasm carved into the stars.
âOh boy.â You breathed as the man suddenly turned his head back to reply to something that his towering friend had said, who in turn, then noticed you, glancing over his friendâs head. The feeling in your stomach had grown so intense that it felt as though it had now pummelled its way into your chest too. This felt like danger and sickness all wrapped into one. You had half a mind to leave now, but you knew that not only would that rouse more suspicion, you just also didnât want to.
âUrias, Karl.â The bartender came over to the two men at the bar, âWhat can I get you?â
Sometime later a beautiful, red haired girl came to take your plate away. Despite being so hungry when you first came into the establishment, once the men had entered, youâd felt so nauseous that youâd barely been able to manage another bite. You tried to channel your thoughts, calm the storm in your stomach and ease your breathing. You were getting there, managing to ground yourself, but every few minutes your eyes were drawn back to that man, was he Urias or was he Karl? Which name suited him most? Urias sounded strong and noble, well he certainly looked strong. He pulled out a cigar and lit it, suddenly emitting raucous laughter from something that his friend said which shocked you out of your trance; and then he fell silent, starring at the other man so intensely that it scared you.
âYouâre fucking kidding me?â He asked. The pub fell silent. You were so focused on the scene, as was everyone else that you neglected to notice the way your tankard had started to slowly drift up into the air along with everyone elseâs.
âIâm sorry my friend, I am not. I am going to marry her.â
âGod fucking damnit Urias!â He bellowed, slamming a fist down on the bar. Everything fell with a bang, ale sloshing over the tables and with that he stormed out of the pub. Urias rubbed a giant hand over his face, the skin gathering in mounds between each finger. The bartender brought over a new tankard, about three times the size of the regular ones and let it thud down in front of Urias.
âOn the house, chief.â
Urias took it in his man-paw and without hesitation turned towards you, walking over.
âAre you going to tell me who you are then, fabled traveller. I can tell you come from very far away.â He sounded like how you imagined a talking bear to sound, deep and rumbly. He had a big, square chin, his jaw jutted out slightly, strong teeth, big lips and kind eyes. He poured a little of the ale from his giant vessel into your own, indicating for you to stay put. No one else in the pub seemed to be paying attention, at least not with their eyes, this man must have some hold or power over them.
âMy name is Y/N, and I am looking for my friend.â You told him truthfully, face down, but eyes looking up at him. You were scared, for sure, but you wouldnât let it show. You were here for a reason, youâd come this far, you werenât going to leave without Leon, and you meant it. You slid the photo across the table to him and he took it tenderly, bringing it closer to his face, all that way up to take a look. He tilted his head to the side.
âHave you spoken to anyone else?â He asked, eyes flitting between you and the photo.
âOne other.â You replied, not mentioning who.
âY/A my name is Urias, as you might have heard my friend eloquently let the world know earlier. I am the chief of this village. My brother and I-â He paused and looked down at his hands. âMy brother and I came from a mountain clan, our blood line has been chief there for generations, but we wanted to see more of the world and make our mark, learn trades and earn our keep. We came to this village when we were both merely men grown, that was a long time ago now.â He had a faraway look in his eyes, turning now to look out of the window, it was already beginning to grow dark and a drift of snow had begun to descend once more. âWe climbed the ranks here, doing what we could to help protect the village and its populationâŠâ He paused again in thought. âTo help, however we could. Itâs just me now, but I still want that, I still want to do whatâs right for my peopleâ
He took a deep drink from the tankard, which now that you were looking at it closely, looked more like a small barrel with a makeshift handle.
âY/N I will help you however I can, but please understand this; this is no normal village, there are things at work here even I canât quite explain. Tensions are very high, and an outsider coming in looking for a missing friend,â He tilted his head and gave a small chuckle, âWell, thatâs not going to go down so well with some of the villagers, and especially not with the higher ups.â
âYou mean Mother Miranda?â You asked bluntly. He swung his head to look you dead in the eyes.
âHow do you know her name?â
âI did my research before I came; I donât know much about her Urias, but I have a bad feeling about her.â Your cheeks burned from being so forward.
He laughed again, âYouâre not the only one.â He muttered, casting you a careful sideways glance, taking you in some more. He looked like he was pondering or considering something. âThere are a seldom few here that you can trust, so be careful. You can find me at my house, some of the folk they call it âthe chiefâs hutâ, or else Iâll likely be here, at least for now.â His mind seemed to trail off somewhere else.
Noticing that night had indeed now fallen you bid your farewell and shook the giantâs paw and made your way outside into the chill of night, thankful for the stolen cloak wrapped around your frame.
You started around the side of the pub, back towards the route that would take you directly to Luizaâs house when something wrapped around your throat and shoved you against the wall. The breath was choked out of you upon impact and your hood fell, your hair falling down in-front of your eyes as you blinked them open, trying to see what had happened. Pain started spreading in your body; the cuts on your torso, your knee blazed and the cramps starting up again like knives. The thing around your throat was a hand, larger than your own but not huge, nails digging into your flesh.
You tried to say something, a warning a threat, but whoever it was, was closing your throat.
âDonât pretend I didnât see you making eyes at me in there darling,â A manâs voice drooled. âWe donât see tourists all too often around here, but Iâm sure an outsider like you will be carrying something of value.â
You didnât recognise the face in front of you at all. A man in his twenties, maybe, fairly non-descript with short mousey brown hair and some stubble. He absolutely reeked of alcohol. Your right hand shot instinctively towards your knife and he twisted your wrist anti-clockwise immediately disarming you, shoving you back against the wall with the force of his body and then reaching for any other weapons. Of course, he found the pistols, kicking one aside and holding the other to your temple.
âThese will bring me a pretty Lei or two, Iâm sure the Duke would be happy to pay me handsomely. What other souvenirs have you got under that cloak of yours?â
You scrabbled against his hands, trying to execute the self-defence youâd been taught for situations such as these. You tried to get to his weak points; wrist, elbow, knee, balls, but he had you at his mercy. The number of tight spots and situations youâd come up against in your time and you couldnât do a damn thing if someone had you pinned when their strength was greater than your own. Your hands gripped against his arm, legs kicking.
âHand it over and I wonât hurt you. Much.â He pressed the cold of your pistol harshly into the skin under your chin.
âNo!â You rasped, suddenly being thrown down for a second but caught by something before you hit the ground. Strong, hot arms held you up from falling.
You dared to open your eyes, looking over the arm at the manâs fate. He was sprawled on the ground, blood gushing from his nose and mouth.
âGet the fuck out of here.â A voice rumbled from above you. You looked up. It was Karl. You winced again and the younger man tore off into the darkness without looking back. Your body trembled from pain, cold and something else.
You looked up again. Although you still couldnât see his eyes you could see some sort of unearthly glow behind the glasses. His skin looked fairly tanned, smooth but worn, tired maybe, and small scars scattered here and there. You were still in his arms, entranced, and so warm.
âThank you.â You breathed. He swallowed hard and blinked, turning his face away from you, he let his arms drop now that you were on your feet, but you were still close against his body, which now felt so tense. Was he shaking?
âGo.â He exhaled. You faltered, putting a hand to his arm, he flinched, his breathing deepened. âPlease.â He shut his eyes. What was this man fighting?
You gulped, stepping back, not understanding, pulling your cloak around you, and stooping to retrieve your weapons.
âKarl, Y/N whatâs going on?â Urias lurched out of the pub doors, âWhat was that commotion?â
A couple of moments passed where you were staring at Urias, holding your cloak to you and expecting Karl to answer, but nothing happened. You turned around to look at Karl, but he wasnât there.
Urias offered to escort you himself to Luizaâs from there. You told him what happened and although he was furious at what had happened, swearing heâd try to find the culprit and have them punished; he did not seem surprised by Karlâs sudden disappearance. To say you were shaken up was an understatement, but you at least felt safer being with this humungous man of the mountains as you made your way through the snowy night.
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