#(this one is cutting it close so to be clear no it's not)

[malevolent-cutie]

18+, NSFW under the cut

BF!Geto Suguru, who meticulously plans all your dates for you. You mentioned that new place across the street that sells ramen? He will take you there.

BF!Geto Suguru, who remembers your favourite coffee order, what your favourite flowers are, whose music are you into right now and all the little things like it's his second nature.

BF!Geto Suguru, who loves brushing that one stray hair behind your ear and basks in how you struggle to find your words afterwards. He lives to make you flustered, just for him.

BF!Geto Suguru, who doesn’t expect to blush so hard when you compliment him, when you call him handsome or praise him a little too earnestly. He’s clearing his throat, pretends he’s unfazed, but the heat creeping into his cheeks gives it right away.

BF!Geto Suguru, who gives the coldest, meanest glares to any man who gets a little too close to you. Absolutely lethal.

BF!Geto Suguru, who squeezes your thigh under the table when you’re chatting with your friends, just to see you squirm and flinch in the middle of your sentence. And he keeps a straight face too, pretending like he didn’t just shake your entire world underneath the table, just with a mere squeeze. He’s so weak for your thighs.

BF!Geto Suguru, who lives for the moments when you play with his hair. Run his fingers through it, please. See him melt right into your touch.

BF!Geto Suguru, who loves when you sit on his lap, right on his big plush thighs. Maybe you two are doing something simple, like scrolling away on your phones, but he lives for the private intimacy of having you close like this. He’s in heaven, especially if you initiate.

BF!Geto Suguru, who ties his long inky hair back into a messy bun before doing down on you.

BF!Geto Suguru, who doesn't just finger you. He finger fucks you until you cry and cum all over his fingers. And of course he makes you clean them for him.

BF!Geto Suguru, who knows how to hit it from behind so freaking well and he knows it. And he's so mean about it too–one hand in the middle of your back, pinning you down, or maybe it's around your neck? The other squeezing the plush of your hips, so you take it like a good girl and don't try run away, hmm?

BF!Geto Suguru, who does hesitate to shut you up with his hand over your mouth and then drilling you just a little harder.

"Shhhh, darling, do you want others to hear how good you sound when I'm fucking you stupid?"

BF!Geto Suguru, who loves the way you squirm and clench around him when he’s whispering something so dirty right into your ear.

BF!Geto Suguru, who loves to stop right when you’re so–so close.

"You think you get to cum so easily, darling? Say please."

BF!Geto Suguru, who kisses your forehead when you're both spent, panting for air, and tells you how much he loves you.

[ducktoo]

Cheeky

IVE’s An Yujin x M!Reader

Note: Thank u @mintwithchoco for the prompt! It was fun to write this! (I might have post it a bit early but It's a bit too fluff to rot in the jail-

Hope yall got enough dose of lethal Yujin. Here’s a cutie Yujin for yall

(Can this woman not make me blush every single time-)

You have heard many opinions about An Yujin through her online exposure. Gorgeous yet strict, a natural professional and one of the most popular idols in the business.

So when you got hired as a personal bodyguard to IVE, you knew you had to be in your best behaviour. You were expecting a professional introduction. Maybe a polite handshake, a simple exchange of names, and a respectful nod—just like how it had been with every other client before.

But no. Instead, the first thing you got was laughter.

Loud, unabashed laughter.

You had barely stepped into the practice room, clad in your sharp black suit with an earpiece securely in place, when Yujin spun around mid-dance routine, caught sight of you, and nearly collapsed from laughing too hard.

"Oh my god, you look so serious!" She practically wheezed, hands on her knees.

You blinked, your professional composure wavering just slightly. That’s not the usual reaction.

"...Excuse me?"

She straightened up, still giggling, and gave you a once-over. "You're my new bodyguard, right? Wow, we’re the same age, but you look like you’re about to arrest me or something."

Yujin wiped at the corner of her eyes and grinned as she strolled up to you, radiating the kind of unbothered energy that made your brow twitch. Well this is…going to be a pain.

"Well at least I do look the part, no?" you asked, straightening your vest as you clear your throat . "I’m literally here to keep you safe."

"Oh, I’m very grateful." Yujin smirked, stepping closer with a mischievous glint in her eye. "But I was kinda hoping for someone... I don’t know, scarier? You look way too nice."

You stared at her, unimpressed. "I can be scary."

"Yeah?" She raised an eyebrow. "Prove it."

You sighed and took a step forward, dropping your voice into a low, stern tone. "If you don't follow security protocol, I will personally make sure you regret it."

For a moment, Yujin's eyes widened, and you thought—just for a second—that she would actually take you seriously.

Then she grinned even wider.

“Ohhh,” she mused, stepping even closer, her face just inches from yours. “I like you already.”

You had a very bad feeling about this.

-

If you had known what was coming, you would’ve quit on the spot.

An Yujin, despite her public image of being a charming, responsible leader, was actually a menace.

If she wasn’t sneaking off to buy snacks at the nearby convenience stores without telling anyone, she was hiding behind doors just to jump-scare you. And the worst part? The other IVE members had joined in on it…but mostly Yujin.

"Come on, just one smile," Yujin teased one afternoon, poking your cheek while you stood guard by the van. "You've been with us for months, and I still haven't seen you laugh."

You exhaled through your nose. "My job is to protect you, not to entertain you."

"That’s so boring. How do you survive without fun?"

"By keeping a certain someone out of trouble." You shot her a pointed look.

Yujin gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "Wow. Is that how you see me? Just a walking headache?"

You opened your mouth—because yes she was a giant headache to you—but she cut you off, suddenly leaning in way too close.

"What if I am your problem, huh?" she whispered, eyes glinting with playful challenge.

You held your ground, staring her down. "...Then I'll have to handle you accordingly, I suppose."

Instead of backing off, Yujin grinned wider. "I’d like to see you try."

Oh, she was insufferable. And unfortunately, you were stuck with her.

-

"You know," Yujin drawled, stretching across the couch in the waiting room like a cat in the sun. One arm hung off the side lazily, while the other rested behind her head, eyes gleaming with that familiar mischief. "I think you like me more than you let on."

You sighed, already used to her antics. "What makes you think that?"

Her lips curled upward, slow and knowing, like she had already won whatever game she was playing. "Because I'm fun. And charming. And incredibly good-looking." She struck an exaggerated pose, tilting her chin up dramatically like some kind of historical monarch.

Across the room, Wonyoung groaned, rubbing her temples. "Unnie, please. Have some dignity."

"You don’t want me to tell the truth?" Yujin gasped, clutching her chest in mock devastation, her mouth slightly parted as if she had just been personally attacked.

"I don't want you to embarrass us in front of our bodyguard," Wonyoung corrected, glancing at you apologetically.

You just shook your head, lips pressing into a thin line. "I'm used to it."

Yujin’s eyes flickered with amusement, but instead of making another joke, her expression softened just slightly—like she had caught something in your tone that intrigued her. Then, just as quickly, the mischief returned. "See? That's basically an admission that you enjoy my company."

You gave her a deadpan look. "That is not what I said."

"Too late, I'm taking it as fact." She stretched her arms over her head, looking far too pleased with herself.

You exhaled through your nose, choosing to ignore her. If there was one thing you'd learned about An Yujin, it was that engaging with her nonsense only fuelled her further.

But despite all her teasing and the way she constantly pushed your buttons, there were moments when she reminded you why she was the leader of IVE.

Like now.

Liz sat in the corner of the room, staring down at her phone with her lips pressed into a tight line. She was fidgeting, her hands twisting together in her lap—a stark contrast to the usual easygoing energy she carried.

Yujin noticed instantly. Her playful expression melted away, replaced by something steadier. More grounded. She pushed herself off the couch, crossing the room in a few quick strides before crouching beside Liz.

"Jiwonie," she called softly, nudging her knee against Liz’s. "What’s up?"

Liz hesitated before sighing. "I feel like I keep messing up my parts in the choreography."

Yujin tilted her head, studying her with an unreadable expression. Then, instead of immediately reassuring her, she took a moment. Just a beat of silence—enough to let Liz’s words settle before responding.

"You don’t," Yujin said firmly. "We practiced together, remember? You’re doing fine."

"But—"

"No buts." Yujin stood up, walked over, and slung an arm around Liz’s shoulders, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "You know what I told you? The best performers aren’t the ones who get everything perfect all the time. They’re the ones who keep going no matter what."

Liz still looked uncertain, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "You really think so?"

"I know so." Yujin grinned. "Besides, if you mess up, I’ll just mess up too. That way, we’re both in trouble."

"That’s a terrible encouragement," you muttered.

Yujin turned her head slightly, just enough to meet your gaze, and the glint in her eyes was back. The glint. The one that usually meant trouble.

"It’s called leadership," Yujin shot back. "Ever heard of it?"

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head, but you didn’t argue. Liz was smiling now, and that was proof enough that whatever Yujin was doing was working. She had a way of lifting her members’ spirits that was genuinely impressive.

Liz laughed, looking much more relaxed. "Thanks, unnie."

"Anytime," Yujin replied, patting her head before making her way back to her spot on the couch. As she passed you, she glanced up, smirking.

"See? I'm not just a pain in your ass."

"I never said that," you replied, but she only winked before plopping back onto the couch like she hadn’t just effortlessly reassured one of her members.

You sighed. Protecting An Yujin was exhausting… but you didn’t mind as much as you pretended to.

-

Your day off. A rare and precious thing.

You had been looking forward to it—no earpiece, no schedule to follow, no six-foot radius of hyper-vigilance around an overgrown puppy disguised as an idol. Just a quiet, peaceful day to yourself.

Or so you thought.

The realization hit you like a cruel joke when you spotted her.

An Yujin. Hoodie up, mask on, but you’d recognize her anywhere. The way she walked, slightly loose-limbed and confident, like the world was hers to navigate. The way she hummed under her breath as she glanced at store signs, completely unaware of how reckless she was being.

You groaned under your breath. Of course.

But before you could even question why she was out alone, without security, without backup, you saw him. A man. Mid-thirties. Dark hoodie. His posture was too stiff, his steps too calculated. He lingered a few feet behind Yujin, never overtaking her, never slowing down. His gaze flickered to her every few seconds, fingers twitching slightly as if waiting for something.

Your instincts kicked in immediately.

You followed her into a convenience store, keeping to the shelves as she strolled past the snack aisle. She had no idea. Her biggest concern at the moment was probably whether to get banana milk or iced coffee—completely oblivious to the shadow tailing her.

He lingered near the entrance, pretending to look at snacks but never actually picking anything up. His eyes were locked on Yujin, and his fingers twitched like he was waiting for the right moment.

Sasaeng. Your stomach turned cold.

You moved fast.

The moment Yujin left the store, you followed right behind. And just as the man reached out—

You grabbed his wrist. Tight.

A sharp intake of breath. The man's head snapped toward you, eyes widening in shock and irritation.

"The hell—?" he hissed, jerking back, but you didn’t let go.

Yujin spun around, startled. "Huh?—"

"Good afternoon, mister." You pulled her behind you instinctively, keeping your grip on the man. "I don’t know what you think you’re doing," you said, voice low and firm, "but walk away. Now."

The man scowled, trying to yank his arm free. "Who the hell are you?"

"Her bodyguard," you answered coldly. "And if you don’t leave in the next five seconds, you won’t like what happens next."

A flicker of hesitation. His eyes darted between you and Yujin, who was standing rigid behind you now, her usual carefree energy drained into something tense and alert.

Then, finally, the man sneered and yanked his arm free. "Tch. Not worth it," he muttered before disappearing into the crowd.

You stood there for a moment, making sure he was really gone, before exhaling.

And then you remembered the girl behind you.

"So…what the hell?" you snapped, turning to her. "Why are you alone?"

She blinked up at you, wide-eyed, still processing what just happened. "Uh…"

"You know how dangerous this is, right?" Your voice was sharper than usual, the adrenaline still running through you. "No staff, no backup, no security. What were you thinking?"

Yujin finally seemed to snap out of it, rubbing the back of her neck. "...I just wanted to go out for a bit. I didn’t want to bother anyone."

Your fists clenched, the lingering adrenaline making your chest feel too tight. "You call this not bothering anyone? You're lucky I decided to go out right now you dunce."

She hesitated, shifting on her feet. Then, in a small voice, she admitted, "I didn’t even realize he was following me."

You exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Yujin," you muttered, softer this time, "this is exactly why you can’t go out alone. It’s not about you wanting freedom, it’s about your safety. There are people out there who—" You stopped, shaking your head. "Just... don’t do this again."

Silence stretched between you for a few seconds before Yujin suddenly smiled.

It wasn’t her usual teasing grin. It was softer. Almost... grateful.

"You really do care about me, huh?"

You groaned. "That’s what you’re taking from this?"

Her lips twitched, and just like that, the mischievous glint in her eyes was back. She nudged your arm playfully. "Admit it. You’d miss me if I got kidnapped."

"Don't make me use profanity you—"

"Fine, fine!" She laughed, hands up in surrender. But then she let out a breath, gaze flickering down for a second before meeting yours again, more earnest this time.

"Seriously, though," she murmured. "Thanks. I mean it."

You watched her for a moment, noting the way her usual carefree mask had cracked just a little. The way her eyes, despite the teasing, held something like genuine gratitude. She nudged you playfully. "Guess I owe you one, huh?"

"More like you owe me about a hundred at this point," you muttered, finally relaxing.

Yujin grinned. "Then I’ll start by buying you lunch. C’mon, bodyguard. Let’s eat."

And despite everything, despite the fact that this was supposed to be your day off, you found yourself walking beside her, watching her laugh like nothing had happened.

-

You should’ve known saving An Yujin would have consequences.

Not in the form of a promotion or a bonus (though you wouldn’t say no to either), but in the absolute menace she had become ever since that day.

At first, you thought you were imagining things—the longer stares, the way her lips curled mischievously whenever she caught your eye, the subtle brushes of her fingers against your arm whenever she passed by.

Then, the touches became more deliberate. The teasing got more frequent. The closeness is more unbearable.

It was like a switch had flipped. Suddenly, your personal space was no longer yours. And the worst part? She did it so naturally, like she had always been this clingy with you.

Just like this one morning at the company building—

"Mr. Bodyguaaard~" Yujin sang as she threw an arm over your shoulders, completely ignoring the amused stares of the staff around you. "Walk me to the practice room!"

You exhaled. "Yujin, You know I’m going there anyway."

"But this way is more fun." She tightened her grip, practically hanging off you.

You gave her a look. "...Do you have to be this close?"

"Yes," she said simply, grinning.

It only got worse after a long schedule. You were expecting Yujin to slump in exhaustion like she usually did. Instead, the moment she climbed into the van, she scooted over without hesitation, settling in way too close before dropping her head onto your shoulder with a satisfied sigh.

Your entire body stiffened.

"What are you doing?" you asked, voice flat, not daring to move.

"Getting comfortable," she mumbled, shifting slightly as if trying to mold herself against you.

Your brow twitched. "You have an entire seat to yourself."

"But I don’t want to sit alone," she said simply, eyes fluttering shut. "You’re warm."

Across from you, Wonyoung and Liz exchanged knowing looks.

"Oh no," Gaeul muttered, covering her mouth to hide a laugh.

"I don’t get it," Wonyoung whispered, glancing between you and Yujin. "Since when were they this close?"

Liz smirked. "Since someone got rescued and suddenly realized how cool their bodyguard is."

You sighed. "I heard that, Jiwon."

"I'm glad you did," Liz cheekily shot back.

Meanwhile, Yujin hummed in contentment, completely ignoring the stares and the muffled giggles of her members. As if your shoulder was the perfect place to rest, she nestled in further, her soft breath fanning against your neck.

You felt heat creep up your collar.

"...Heavy," you muttered, shifting slightly.

"Comfy," she countered with a teasing lilt, her lips curling into a lazy grin.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Gaeul shaking her head. "This is getting dangerous."

Liz, meanwhile, giggled behind her hand. "We should start selling tickets to this slow-burn romance."

You groaned. Yujin? She just smirked.

Her clingy antics doesn't stop in the comfort of their dorm, unfortunately. Before their music show performance, you were standing near the dressing room door, waiting for the members to finish.

And then the door swung open.

Yujin strolled out like she was making a grand entrance, her hair freshly styled, her makeup flawless—looking every bit the idol she was.

And then, in one smooth motion, she reached out, grabbed your hand, and laced her fingers with yours.

Your brain lagged.

"Let’s go, mister!" she announced.

You blinked. "Why are you holding my hand—?"

"You saved me, so now I’m keeping you close!" she said cheerfully. "You're my lucky charm!"

Behind her, Leeseo’s jaw dropped. Liz and Rei had to turn away to hide their laughter.

"Yujin," you hissed under your breath, trying to pull away.

She only tightened her grip.

"Nope," she said. "Mine now."

You could physically feel Wonyoung’s migraine forming. "You cannot just say that out loud," Wonyoung groaned, covering her face.

"I just did." Yujin smirked, swinging your intertwined hands slightly, watching your reaction with delight.

Liz and Rei lost it, muffling their laughter behind their hands.

At that moment, a staff member walked by, did a double-take at your very obvious hand-holding situation, and nearly tripped.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

-

You really should have been more prepared for this.

It happened at the airport, in front of dozens of fans, reporters, and flashing cameras.

You were walking beside Yujin, scanning the crowd for any potential threats, keeping a careful distance—when suddenly—

"Honey~!"

You froze. The world stopped.

Gasps. Shrieks. Camera flashes directly in your face.

Even the security personnel ahead of you paused.

Your entire being short-circuited. "What did you just call me?"

Yujin, completely unbothered, turned to you with an innocent smile. "Honey~" she repeated, her voice sweet as sugar.

Wonyoung, Gaeul, and Rei screamed.

 Leeseo was flabbergasted, with Liz quickly covering the youngest's ear from behind.

Even the fans were losing their minds.

"OH MY GOD—"

"WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY—"

"HUH?!?!?"

"YUJIN CALLED HER BODYGUARD HONEY?!?!"

"What. The. Hell. Yujin?!" Your ears burned with embarrassment. "Are you trying to make me headline Dispatch?"

"You take care of me," Yujin said smoothly, not missing a beat. "You protect me, you make sure I eat, you saved my life—so obviously, you're my honey."

"You cannot just say that out loud in public," you hissed, absolutely mortified.

"But I just did," she replied with a grin, eyes twinkling with mischief.

You quickly cover her mouth, frantically trying to damage control. "STOP!!!!"

At this point, Wonyoung had buried her face in her hands, physically unable to process what was happening. Gaeul was bent over, wheezing. Rei looked like she was watching the most dramatic plot twist unfold in real life.

A fan nearby whispered to their friend, "Do you think they’re dating?"

You nearly collapsed.

And Yujin?

She just tugged on your sleeve, eyes filled with amusement, and smiled. "Come on, honey. Let’s go."

And as you caught the knowing grins of her members, the delighted chaos among the fans, and the sheer horror on your own face reflected in the airport glass, you realized something.

You didn’t just save An Yujin.

You unleashed a monster.

[sundew199]

One day

a/n: I very much enjoy shy and slightly pathetic Zoro,

tags: roronoa zoro x f!reader, masturbation, pervy behavior from Zoro, implied panty kink maybe?

Zoro is so obsessed with you it drives him insane, he can't even look at you without thinking about what he wants to do to you. He won't admit his crush for no other reason but pride, but that doesn't stop him from getting off to the thought of you.

At first it was because he couldn't reach his release and was growing increasingly frustrated as he couldn't bring himself there. Then your face and pretty smile flashed in his mind and he was suddenly doubling over in the small bathroom and spilling in his hand.

Oh the shame was nearly enough to never think about you again, but not enough. He wanted you, but didn't know the first thing about women, besides the occasional drunken hook-up when they'd stop for a couple of days at an island, but again those didn't mean shit to him. If Zoro was going to have you, he didn't want it to be a one time thing and that's where he found majority of his problems.

So he settled for yearning from a distance until he miraculously found the courage to approach you, and maybe one day he might but that day wasn't today. And it could've been since you and him were alone in the crow's nest training, coming to him for some combat advice, and Zoro swears you were dropping subtle hints but refused to believe it. After the hour and a half long training, he found himself retiring to the men's quarter's, sighing with relief that no one was in there because he had something to take care of.

He climbed into his bunk and palmed over the tent in his pants that he willed away up until now, finally in solitude to relish in his dirty fantasies. A month or so ago, some of yours and his laundry got mixed up and he managed to sneak away with one of your thongs. He was probably no better than the cook, but fuck Zoro couldn't help himself, not with how intense his orgasms were as of late.

Slipping the lacy almost see-through thong tucked under his pillow, Zoro shimmed out of his pants, cock springing free and leaking an obscene amount of pre, making him groan as he wrapped his fist around the angry tip. He sighed softly, lying back all the way on his bunk as the fabric of your thong made contact with his skin. It was the most erotic and pervy thing he found himself doing since 'stealing' your underwear. And all his problems could be solved if he just told you how he felt but no, he settled for using your panties to get off because deep down he was scared of rejection.

Gliding his fist down to the base of his cock, Zoro bit down hard on his bottom lip, the ache was nearly unbearable and even his own simple touch had him shuttering. Bringing his fist back up and twisting his wrist around the head to gather the clear liquid to lubricate his strokes.

All he could think about was the thin sheen of sweat on your arms and legs as he taught you different maneuvers, the small laughs you let you when you dodged his attacks and the pure satisfaction on your face when you managed to knock him off of his feet one singular time. But those thoughts quickly turned into picturing you down on your knees in front of him as he glided his dick over your lips and cheeks, the doe-eyed look you'd give him and the eagerness to swallow his cock as you flattened your tongue along the underside.

Zoro's hips suddenly rutted into the air, his back arching as he rapidly stroked his cock, occasionally taking your thong with his fist and running it up his shaft. He was doing his best to not groan aloud, knowing if anyone on the crew heard him, his little session would be cut short or worse discovered.

Huffing out short breaths, bringing his hips back down to the bed, Zoro slowed his fist, coming to a complete stop to gaze at the thong hanging from the base of his cock, brushing against his heavy and swollen balls. Throwing his head back, softly moaning your name, he closed his eyes again, almost breaking the tender skin of his bottom lip as he bit back every noise imaginable as he started fisting his cock again.

He was his own worst enemy when it came to staying quiet, thinking about sliding into your pussy for the first time and the sweet moan you would let out. And god he just knew you would feel so good, no matter what position he had you in, but he thinks being on top of you would feel the best, because he would get to see the pleasure contort your face and watch the moans and whines leave your lips. How you would moan his name and beg him for more and he would gladly give it to you.

You would writhe beneath him, moaning turning into begs as he slammed into your pussy greedily and Zoro would kiss and lick up the tears rolling down your cheeks from how good his cock stretched you out.

"Fuck-"

Hearing his own voice and snapping his eyes open, looking around frantically like he wasn't the one who just spoke, on edge and unable to help it. Removing his hand and bringing it to his mouth, he spit a considerable amount and returned to the up and down motions. He watched his own hand and the way the thong moved to his own movements, eventually grabbing it and moving it up and down shaft.

Now he was shaking with pleasure, jaw falling slack and his own hips rutting into his own hand as the lace moved across his cock. He was so close and all Zoro could think about was how you would sound when you'd cum on his cock, the way your eyes might roll back and your hands digging into his biceps.

"Please, oh fuck please."

Muttering under his breath as his hand started to move impossibly fast, the lace rubbing over the tip now and soaking with pre that hadn't stopped leaking. Zoro groaned a bit loudly, tightening his fist and throwing his head back for a final time, shakily whispering your name as his own cum spilled onto his stomach.

There was so much of it, exhaling through his nostrils as the last bit of cum shot out. It dripped down the ridges of his abs, stopping below his naval and pooling.

Guilt and along with shame came over him, realizing he was still holding your thong, he quickly shoved it under his pillow and grabbed a near by shirt to clean himself off. He knew he'd never get what he wants if he didn't at least try to make the first move, but he just wasn't ready for that type of rejection, if there were to be any to begin with. Maybe one day, but defiantly not today.

[ink-stainedkiss]

Tiger Hybrid Sukuna Headcannons

A/N: I loved this one so much, because we all need a bit of cute Sukuna in our lives 🙂‍↕️ I also liked this because i live for fantasy/hybrid au’s

Tiger!Sukuna who shocked his entire village by letting a mere woman stand beside him as his equal. He was a powerful figure, one that had slaughtered his very people, but somehow he didn’t slice your head off for getting near him. He never had an owner and never will, the idea was laughable to the King, so when he met you, he did the next best thing: made you his wife. Though some people in the town believe you do own him from the way he listens to your every need.

Tiger!Sukuna who can never admit the fact he has cat-like tendencies. (it’s not like he had tiger ears and a tail) You notice when he is annoyed his tail puffs up like the hair of a cat when they are fighting. You have heard many hisses and growls leave his lips when he hears something he doesn’t like. Not to mention he sleeps like a rock. There were times you would lift up his arm or push his head back and forth and it looked like he had passed in his sleep. You weren’t sure why he tried to hide his true nature, because you made it clear you loved how cute he could be.

“I am not cute.” Sukuna spit, acting like the word tasted bitter. Sukuna was a ruthless King, one that was known for slaughtering anyone who disrespected him, but obviously he tolerated you more than them. As much as he denied your compliments, it didn’t help that his orange tail flicked back and forth in exasperation.

Your eyes sparkled at the sight and you leaned against his large arms,”Would beautiful be a better word?” Sukuna grumbled, completely over your consistent pestering,”Or how about majestic? Maybe just handsome.”

“I prefer none of the options.” You frowned at his words,”Fine, then maybe something like fierce or-“ Just as you were about to continue, you felt a strong rope tie around your waist and lift you from the ground. You yelped but your sounds were muted as lips were pressed against yours. You immediately knew who’s lips they were, since you had been kissing them for years. It hit you once you closed your eyes and placed both of your hands on your husband's face that he had used his fluffy tail to yank you from the ground and shut you up.

A strong arm wrapped under your thighs and the others kept you steady since peking carried by Sukuna was like climbing a tree. The kiss was slow and meaningful. Once you pulled away, Sukuna showed you a soft smile, something only a select few have seen,”I would rather you just call me ‘My love’. “ You giggled softly, placing more gentle kisses on his face.

“What ever you request, My love.”

Tiger!Sukuna who knew you admired his sharp canines. He had caught you multiple times staring when he was cleaning them and since you were so bold, you stated multiple times you found his fangs fascinating. It might be a feline instinct, but after “”hearing these notions, Sukuna can’t seem to get his teeth off of you. When the two of you are alone, he strolls behind you as you get ready for bed and sinks his incisors into your shoulder. He holds you in place with his arms, smirking against your skin as you squirm slightly. Finally, he realizes his hold and the bite mark is evident, as was the large hickey he gave you. In some way, Sukuna enjoys marking you as if his people needed to know you belonged to him.

Tiger!Sukuna who always has his eyes on you. His gaze was naturally harsh, the slits of his pupils acting like knives the way they cut through everyone and focused on you. No matter where the two of you roam, parties, meetings, or just around the estate, you can always feel him watching your every move. During galas when you both had to attend, Sukunas stare made you feel like the innocent prey he would pounce on if you got close. (That’s sorta the case when the night is finally over)

Tiger!Sukuna who is a completely different person when alone with you. The sternness in his eyes fades away and he always finds his way into your arms. You knew about his past and childhood, something so sacred that you would never share with another. It was a shock he even let you hear it, but it was a sign of just how much he loved you. In his mind, you are the only one that would stay with him even after the things he’s done. You were his safe haven, something he never thought he had. It was foreign for Sukuna to find comfort in anything, let alone anyone. So during the long nights when the only sound is the trilling of the bugs and your soft breathing, Sukuna lays on your chest, the horrors of his world disappearing, and you caress his pink hair softly. The action is so small but it causes the King to purr. His chest rumbles on your stomach and you watch lovingly as his ears twitch.

Tiger!Sukuna who may be a bloodthirsty animal and cruel ruler, but he would never think of laying a hand on you. You were his saving grace. An angel that saw light amongst his inky soul. You were hopelessly in love with him and Sukuna knew he worshiped the ground you walked on. It was out of character, but love does crazy things to a person.

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your sevika with a pouty reader was sooo good could you do one with ambessa?

♡♥︎Ambessa with a Pouty Woman♥︎♡

♥︎ Ambessa, despite her tough exterior, finds herself oddly intrigued by your pouty moments. At first, she might not understand why you’re pouting, but she watches you closely and quickly catches on to the fact that it’s your way of communicating when you’re upset or seeking attention.

♥︎ When you start pouting, Ambessa’s usually not the type to rush in and coddle you, but she notices the change in your demeanor. Her sharp eyes narrow slightly, assessing whether it’s something she needs to address or if it’s just a fleeting mood. Her response is cool, but she’s definitely aware of it.

♥︎ If you’re pouting over something trivial, Ambessa will raise an eyebrow, giving you a pointed look. “Really?” she’ll ask, her voice smooth yet firm. “This is how you’re going to act over something so small?” But her tone is more teasing than scolding, letting you know she’s not really upset—she’s just curious about your antics.

♥︎ If it’s something more serious, Ambessa is quick to step in. Her gaze softens slightly when she sees you truly bothered, and she’ll approach you with that quiet, commanding presence of hers. “Come now,” she’ll say, her voice a little gentler than usual. “Tell me what’s really going on.” She won’t let you hide behind a pout; she knows how to cut through the surface-level irritation to reach the heart of the matter.

♥︎ Ambessa doesn’t indulge poutiness for long. If you stay sulking, she’ll pull you aside, take your chin gently but firmly in her hand, and tilt your face up to meet hers. “Enough,” she’ll say, her voice a little softer than her usual stern tone. “If you have something to say, speak it. I won’t tolerate silence when you’re in my presence.” But you can tell she’s not angry—just that she expects more from you than petty moods.

♥︎ When you’re pouting, she’s calm and patient, never raising her voice or losing control. She’ll watch you for a while, waiting for you to snap out of it, and when you do, she’ll offer you a slight smirk. “I don’t deal with childish behavior,” she’ll tease, but her smile is warm enough to let you know that she’s not truly frustrated with you. She simply finds your behavior amusing at times.

♥︎ If you persist with your pout, Ambessa will take the initiative to fix the situation. She’s not one to wait for you to come to her—she’ll walk over, place her hands on your shoulders, and pull you into her arms. “Enough of this, darling,” she’ll say, her tone more reassuring than anything else. “Let’s stop this little game. You know I can’t stand it when you’re upset for no reason.”

♥︎ If you cross a line with your pouty behavior and it starts to irritate her, Ambessa will take a more direct approach. She’ll get closer, her imposing presence clear as she gently but firmly pulls you toward her. “If you want attention, you’ll have to ask for it,” she’ll say in a tone that brooks no argument. She doesn’t appreciate being manipulated, and she’s quick to remind you of that.

♥︎ But when you pout in a way that’s genuine, Ambessa softens—just a bit. She’ll take your hand, guiding you to sit next to her with a look that says, I understand. “What is it, darling?” she’ll ask quietly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. She’s the kind of person who understands the complexity of emotions, and she won’t dismiss yours, no matter how trivial they may seem.

♥︎ Ambessa doesn’t really “do” excessive displays of affection, but when you’re pouty and need comfort, she’s surprisingly attentive in her own way. She’ll run her fingers through your hair or trace patterns on your back, offering reassurance without smothering you. Her touch is firm but calming, the kind of presence that puts you at ease, even if she doesn’t vocalize it much.

♥︎ If you try to hide behind a pout to avoid confronting something difficult, Ambessa won’t let it slide. She’ll call you out on it, her gaze stern and unwavering. “I’m not here for games,” she’ll say with a slight edge. “If there’s something you need to say, say it now. I’m not going to let you avoid the conversation.”

♥︎ Ambessa might not be the type to spoil you, but she does have a certain indulgence for your moods, especially when she sees that they come from a place of vulnerability. If you pout because you’re feeling insecure or unsure, she’ll take extra care to remind you of your worth, speaking with quiet authority. “You know I think the world of you, don’t you?” she’ll ask, her voice laced with an intensity that is both reassuring and commanding.

♥︎ When she notices you’re starting to settle into that sulky mood, Ambessa won’t be shy about getting what she wants. She might challenge you a little, saying something like, “If you’re going to act like this, I’ll just have to make you smile, won’t I?” The way she smirks when she says it lets you know that she won’t back down until you’ve snapped out of it—and that includes offering playful teasing until the mood breaks.

♥︎ Ambessa isn’t one to cater to whims, but if she sees that you’re genuinely upset, she’ll ease into a more gentle approach. She’ll pull you closer, let you rest your head against her shoulder, and allow a brief moment of softness. “I’m not going anywhere,” she’ll remind you quietly. “If you need me, I’ll be here.”

♥︎ Despite her commanding presence, Ambessa has a surprisingly nurturing side when you’re truly upset. If your pout stems from something deeper than just a petty mood, she’ll pull you in close, pressing a kiss to your forehead and saying something reassuring: “I’m not going to let anything harm you. Not on my watch.”

♥︎ She’s the kind of partner who doesn’t expect you to be perfect, but she does expect you to be honest. So when you pout, it’s just a matter of whether you’re being honest about why you’re upset or just throwing a tantrum for attention. If you’re being sincere, she’ll take it seriously, but if it’s just a game, she’ll let you know that she’s not in the mood to play.

♥︎ If you can pull her into a playful mood with your poutiness, Ambessa might give you a rare moment of indulgence. She’ll lean in close, pressing a kiss to your lips or offering you a warm smile. “You know I don’t give in to this often,” she’ll say, “but you’ve earned it.”

[heretical-cogitations]

Help! My serf smells like the armoury and it's making me have heretical thoughts.

 Word count ~700 ish 

A/N - Never wrote anything in a fandom before I started this blog, I'm sorry if this is poorly written!!

Was thinking about Titus when I wrote this, but also Loken when he would chat to Mersadie. I think it's vague enough to fit any astartes??  Cato Sicarius not included bro would throw a tantrum, go sulk somewhere and deny he liked them even the slightest bit then get jealous if they even glanced at another space marine. (I want to tear him to shreads (affectionate)).

Kinda suggestive, nothing explicit but added a little cut.

 

His serf had been staring at him for a while now, the pauldron they were cleaning thoroughly before now barely touched with each lazy pass of the cloth. Their lord angel, sitting on a nearby bench, was busy polishing the piece of armour most recently cleaned. This ritual maintenance of his armour was usually a relaxing activity for the space marine but today it was becoming more and more stressful. 

Why does his serf smell like the armoury? 

When did they go there?

Why are they fidgeting so much?

Why won't they look him in the eye? 

Why is their heart fluttering like that? 

Why do they smell so ... pleasant?? 

A prickling warmth began to spread through him. His mind was racing, his face tight, brows furrowed, something wasn’t right. He said their name multiple times, but they continued to stare straight at his chest, eyes roving over the defined planes of muscle; occasionally flicking to focus on the ports decorating his skin. They had seen his ports before so was it the difference in attire, he wondered. His usual body glove discarded for a simple loincloth. He caught their attention with a low rumble of their name louder than the last attempts. This time their eyes snapped to his, squeaking in surprise.

 "Oh! Sorry, my lord. What did you say?" Their eyes dart away, head hanging low, cloth forgotten along with the armour. Running their hands down their thighs straightening the creases of their robe. His eyes follow their hands, watching as the robe is stretched tight over their legs. It's an appealing sight... He shakes the jarring thought away.

"Why do you smell of the armoury? What business did you have there?" His gaze set on their face. They look back to him again, clearly confused. "I haven't been to the armoury, my lord. Before you returned, I had been attending to your room. "

"You needn't lie to me, little one, I am not angry you were there." He pressed for the answer as softly as he could. "My lord, I don't understand what you mean. I didn't go there."  They replied hurriedly. The shift in the smell as stress hormones flooded their body caught him off guard. He sat back, placing the armour and polishing tools down beside him, spreading his legs wider as he crossed his arms in thought. He knew enough about astartes biology to know external smells didn't mix well with those produced from the body, so it would make no sense for their smell to shift the way it did. He rested his chin on his hand, looking down at his serf. "Hmm, I believe you, no need to fret."  He finally responded pensively before closing his eyes and taking a deep but measured breath. "Th-thank you, my lord." They stuttered out relief clear in their breathtaking voice.

A new wave of the smell washed over him like a strong tide, so similar to where he dons his plate but sweeter and more palatable like it was concocted specifically for him. His mouth watered; he wanted to see if they tasted better than they sme- this isn’t right. Despite his closed eyes, he could feel their stare burning through him. It wasn't the type of attention he had come to expect from baselines. This, alongside these new thoughts, was all so overwhelming to him.

This is not right; eyes now open he cast his gaze down to his serf, their beautiful eyes almost glassy as they looked at him hands grasping the hem of their robe revealing a tease of their plush, soft thighs, his breath stuttered at the sight, the urge to squeeze and knead the- he caught himself again, this was getting out of hand. The smell was even more intense. He felt himself losing his ability to think. He stood up abruptly, "M-my lord?" They whispered breathless. "I must take my leave, little one. I'll return to you soon." With that, he shrugged on a robe hung by the door and left, not seeing how his serfs gaze lingered on him until the very last second.

[asilentguardian]

Jason stands there for a while, leaning against the wall, watching Hal. It’s clear Hal is struggling to control the impulse to reach out and hold Bruce, his hands twitching and his body leaning towards the bed. But Jason was here first, and he’s not leaving.

Jason doesn’t break the silence, just watches. It wasn’t Hal. He had been possessed, totally and completely. But Bruce had held back. He could’ve laid Hal out, but he didn’t. And he’d paid the price. Broken ribs, a broken arm, sprained ankle. A ring of black and blue around his throat that Jason’s eyes have avoided since he first saw him, swallowed by monitors and the emptiness of the Watchtower med-bay.

It wasn’t Hal. But Jason had seen it, from afar. He’d watched Bruce go down and not get back up, because no one was fast enough to stop a Green Lantern out of his mind, especially when that Green Lantern was Hal Jordan. No one could get to him faster than he could have Bruce on the ground. If Clark had been two seconds later…

Jason eyes the fluorescent ring on Hal’s hand.

“Yellow light,” Hal says, his voice hoarse. Probably from the amount of yelling he had let loose, after he had been snapped out of it.

“What?” Jason asks.

“A Green Lantern’s greatest weakness. Yellow light. Preferably a Yellow Lantern. That would be the easiest way to– to stop me,” Hal explains, eyes still on Bruce, on the rise and fall of his chest. Hands still in his own lap.

Jason wonders what the rest of the Green Lanterns would think about Hal offering that information so freely. Probably they would be pissed. Jason doesn’t care.

“Bruce already knows that, doesn’t he?” Jason asks. Cause god knows Bruce would’ve figured it out a long time ago. He would have probably been thinking about all his little contingency plans all day, as soon as they knew metas weren’t immune. 

“Yes,” Hal says, voice hoarse, “but he didn’t use it.” And Hal sounds angry. Angry that Bruce refused to fight back, to hurt him. 

“He wouldn’t, not until the last possible moment,” Jason says, unable to stop his own anger from leaking into this voice. Because yes, he was pissed at Bruce. As fast as Hal Jordan is, Bruce is faster. Bruce could annihilate the whole League, if he had to. But instead, he’s here, unconscious in another hospital bed, narrowly avoiding death despite the 13 year old at home. Despite all the people who need him.

“Why the hell not,” Hal bites out. Jason lets out a dry laugh.

“I don’t know, Hal. Quite a mystery, that one,” Jason says. Hal’s jaw clenches at that. As if either had been subtle, as if no one had noticed the way they look at each other. Jason had certainly noticed. He’d noticed a lot, some things he’d like scrubbed from his memory, thank you very much.

But some things. Like Hal pulling his hand away from Bruce’s, cracking a joke anytime anyone tried to comment. Like the way he found a reason to leave the cave, whenever someone else entered. 

“If it– If it happens again, would you– Before I–”

“Fuck you,” Jason snarls, “take you and your suicidal bullshit somewhere else. He needs you here, not in the middle of a pity party. He’d rather cut off a limb than see some he loves die, you asshole.”

Hal turns towards him at that, blinks at him for a moment.

“He doesn’t– we’re not–”

“Oh stick a cock in it and hold his fucking hand already, you sorry excuse for a human. If that’s any kind of news to you then you don’t know him at all. Your eyes must have been closed for the past however long, maybe there wasn’t enough blood in your brain. No, shut up, let me tell you something else, dickwad, you’re fucking it up royally, is what you’re doing. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but from where I’m standing it looks like you’re jerking him around, because god forbid Hal Jordan have a fucking emotion about anything, that would be too fucking much.”

At some point, Jason had pushed off the wall and ended up on the other side of Bruce’s bed. His chest is heaving as he stares down a wide-eyed Hal Jordan. Hal slowly reaches a hand out and places it over Bruce’s, fingers wrapping around it tentatively. Hal swallows, looks back down at Bruce.

“I might be really bad at this, it turns out,” Hal finally says, voice strained. Jason snorts.

“Yeah, no shit.”

They both sit there for a moment, watching Bruce’s chest rise and fall, listening to the steady beep of the heart monitor. 

“Hey Hal,” Jason says, finally breaking the silence that’s fallen over them. Hal looks over at him, meets his eyes.

“It wasn’t you,” Jason says. Hal swallows again, nods hesitantly.

“Yeah. Yeah I know,” he whispers, hand twitching, like he might pull away from Bruce. Jason holds his gaze for a few seconds, then looks back down at Bruce. Leslie said he’d be under until at least tomorrow morning. Jason figures that the amount of painkillers he’s on might be enough to kill someone who didn’t get beat up as a hobby.

“One more thing. If it ever is you, you’ll regret telling me the yellow light thing for the rest of your short, short life,” Jason says, low and steady. Hal just stares back at him.

“No, I wouldn't,” Hal says softly. Jason rolls his eyes. Gross.

Jason has to stare at Bruce for just a little longer, gather his strength before he walks out of the room. His whole body screams at him to stay, that’s there’s an active threat near– near his–

It wasn’t Hal. Jason knows this. But he saw it happen. The tight leash he has on his anger is fraying, and Jason suspects Hal wouldn’t fight back, not really. So he needs to go punch something else.

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

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Jason knew he wouldn’t. He didn’t think he could do it again. He sidestepped the question, tightening his hands around Tim.

“I’m worried about you,” he said, softly, and Tim heard every bit of the pain and hurt Jason kept so carefully hidden away.

He’d always thought it must have been easy for Jason to leave, since he seemed to just fall off the face of the planet, ignoring his calls, ignoring him.

He didn’t like being wrong.

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“You don’t fucking know me.” Jason pushed away from where he’d been leaning, his stance suddenly much less casual. It didn’t hide the way his ears had gone red, though.

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“Fuck you.”

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Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Four seconds.

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11:59 PM It was a simple night, it was going so well, Jason was soaring on the wings of his name sake over the city he's lived in his whole life. While the civilians were mooning over the idea of receiving their soulmate dream at midnight of their fifteenth birthday (or the less common experience of switching into their bodies) Jason had better things to do! He was Robin! And that made him magic~ 12:00 AM ...What the hell was he doing on a random roof top when he was just swinging on a grapple line? What was with this camera, why....why could he see himself through the lens! JayTim Week 2024 Day One: Wing

Bad Habits By BeautyInTheLibrary [Complete]

It felt like several minutes passed before anything did happen and what had happened was that Tim felt gloved fingers slide into his long hair and gather the strands painfully into the fist. The hand grasped and used the hair to pull Tim’s head up off the floor and the pain forced a gasp out of him before he could help it. It didn’t stop till Tim was sitting upright and then his head and back was forced into the wall that was behind him, the force of it enough to knock one more noise out of him. “Well aren’t you lucky?” A voice, a mechanical voice finally spoke and alarms went off in Tim’s head. Oh no…that sounded too familiar for comfort. “I just got the best deal on the local bird, bought you for a song, I hope you’re grateful.” - Tim never listened to the people around him pointing out his bad habits, like not getting enough sleep or taking care of himself in the least. He always ignored and it had been fine. Until it wasn't and now he was stuck in the last sort of situation he had ever wanted to himself and really it was his own fault. To be fair, he's never passed out on roof top like this before or been kidnapped just to be auctioned off.

Searching Faces By Take_Me_To_My_Fragile_Dreams [WIP]

"I need your help," Tim says. "I need -" again, the liquid sloshes in his cup. He releases it to rub his hands over the fabric of his pants. "I need your help." "Do you?" She is usually not the one approached for these sorts of things. Jason gets the calls, and Roy charms his way into information. She is merely a companion, one that most people stay away from. "What sort of help do you require, Tim Wayne?" There’s a flinch, so minute anyone else would have missed it. He lets out a harsh breath and grabs for his drink once more. He yanks his mask down in one swift motion and brings the straw to his lips. He drinks like someone who hasn’t had water in days, with a single minded determination Kori has seen plenty of men use to go at bottles in dark lit bars. His face is flushed. The red comes through in blotchy patches made worse by the stark white that splatters the lower left of his jaw. On his cheeks are two reddened slashes. They start at the corners of his lips and cut up towards his ears in diagonal lines. "Sanctuary," he says, when his cup is empty and his mask is up once more. "I seek sanctuary." - In the aftermath of Joker's torture, Tim runs to the only place left he can think of.

Moss & Minnie By impravidus [Complete]

"Fuck." "That’s not a nice word." Tim’s head snaps up, his weapon drawn immediately. Sitting criss cross applesauce on his bed is… a little girl? "Uh… how did you get in here?" Tim asks slowly. She gives him an inquisitive look, clearly unbothered by the situation, and points at the ceiling. "Through the portal." OR: When girl kid versions of Tim and Jason pop into their lives from another dimension, they have to learn how to be parents. After moving in together, co-parenting two little girls together, and accidentally forming a fake relationship, they somehow fall in love along the way.

The Bird and The Hood (FF | AO3) By Green4AllSeasons (FF | AO3) [WIP]

Jason Todd was the Robin that Tim Drake could never be. Sharp, ruthless, angry. Tim didn't know it was possible that he could hate another person so badly yet also desperately seek his approval. But then Jason died, and Tim was left to pick up the pieces. Now, nearly seven years later, Jason has returned with a mission. But he's different… Angrier. And Tim isn't so sure if he wants to know this Jason at all.

To See Through You By onesillygoose [Complete]

Jason and Tim realize that they are more alike than they thought. But they're both too stubborn to let the other one in. Can the two former Boy Wonders make things work between them? Or will pride get in the way?

Can I Steal A Kiss or Two? By stellewrites [Complete]

"Did you come with anyone tonight, Tim?" Tim nodded and looked around for a moment before he jerked his head over to a young alpha in the center of the room. The dark-haired alpha had a strong arm wrapped possessively around the waist of a blonde beta woman and Jason watched as Tim winced when she lent in to kiss the alpha. Jason winced in sympathy. That explains why the kid was necking the drinks like they were water. "Why don’t you stick with me for the rest of the evening, huh? I’ll be much better company than either of them." he ducked his head to speak directly into Tim’s ear. "I haven’t got eyes for any other beta or even a ‘mega tonight, just you. Promise." Jason grinned at the dark blush that spread down Tim’s neck. - Handmaids Tale-esc au with omega Tim finding his feet after being bought by alpha Jason and taken into his pack.

Time Bomb Town By Moxibustion (RyuuzaKochou) [Complete]

In a world of scientifically proven psychic abilities, the practitioners - the so-called Talents - are called on to serve the public good. This is never more true than in Gotham, where the Wayne Parapsychic Institute works diligently for justice and peace in what is otherwise a mecca of rogue Talents. Bruce Wayne is one of the most powerful Talents on record; a Prime. So are all his children. All, that is, except for Tim Drake; a winged donkey to their high-flying Pegasus. Fed up with the constant reminders that he will never be able to catch up to their flight into the stars and beyond, he leaves. Trying to put the shattered pieces of his life together, he comes across Jason Todd; former member of the Wayne Parapsychic Institute and a powerhouse in terms of Talent, alive in an asylum years after everyone assumed him dead. Tim is determined to help Jason find a way back. Jason might end up teaching him a way forward.

[cutelittlechiroptera]

yandere Reiji Sakamaki x reader please! 💙💙

Beneath the Vessel

Yandere Sakamaki Reiji x reader

This is definitely one of my favourite works I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!🤍

Synopsis: Obsession is brimming underneath the perfectly polished surface of the spectacled vampire.

Masterlist

Warnings: yandere, obsession

The table was set with the finest silverware and with elegant plates with dark blue flowers painted on with perfect precision. Lit candles were thoughtfully placed across the table. The room was dimly lit, with only the lamps that hung on the walls. The large curtains were open, giving the outside world a clear look inside the carefully crafted façade. The sky was moonless and the stars seemed dull, even so you couldn’t help but long for them in a way child would long for their mother.

At the head of the table sat the dark haired vampire. His attire was elegant and without even the tiniest specks of dust. His white dress shirt was almost fully buttoned up, save for the two upper buttons. His dark red waistcoat had an old watch hung from its pocket in an old fashioned way. Silver glasses were resting on his nose as his deep magenta eyes bored into your doe-like eyes.

Yet again he was able to read you like an open book. He pried you open and peered inside you as much as he liked, because there was nothing you could keep a secret from him. You were a vulnerable thing and he cherished that dearly.

Reiji lifted his wineglass without leaving your eyes and took a sip. The bloody colour of the wine a reminder of who was sitting to your left. He swirled the wine and let the liquid swish like the unruly tides of the Japanese coast. You could picture yourself onboard a boat inside the red ocean. Struggling against the waves, trying to hold onto your life lest it would fall out of your control.

Your fingers found the stem of your wineglass and you clutched it. Your eyes didn’t leave his and you imagined what would happen if you broke the fragile glass. He would be sure to make your life hell on earth.

“Did you seriously think I wouldn’t find out?” his dark voice oozing of authority. It was like lightning, crashing down into a fragile dying tree. Its branches breaking as a result of its strength and brutality. “Do you take me for a fool? Is that it? Have I not been perfectly clear?”

You swallowed and looked down, because you did not dare to face the wrath lurking within his beautiful magenta eyes that glared at you through silver spectacles. Your chest heaved irregularly as the sound of his cutlery stilled.

A storm was brewing, and you were in the midst of it with no escape.

“I told you specifically to not converse with a man without my presence. What if-” Reiji cut himself off, but his words hung in the air. What if the man had hurt you? Was the words the vampire had been meaning to say.

His anger was visible as you finally found the courage to look at him. Veins were popping out of his forehead and his neck. A furious redness had overtaken his usually pale skin and his eyes were small and laced with fear and fury.

You watched silently as he struggled with his conflicted emotions. He was a very, afraid and ashamed. He had no control over his feelings and that scared him. Greatly. You carefully reached out and touched his hand that was buried in his dark locks. You stroke his skin with a soothing circular motion. You watched as he gasped for air. It was the first time you had touched him gently willingly.

His eyes shot to yours as he gaped at you like a fish washed up ashore. Finally you had found foothold in the storm.

You leaned forward and whispered with a hushed tone “I’m alright, Reiji. It was just a polite conversation. You have nothing to worry about”.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly. His breathing was quick as he started at you. His mouth opened and closed as if he was unsure of what to say. Soft fingers brushed over his cheekbone.

You had finally gotten hold of the helm. The waves calmed, but the waters were still not clear of any dangers. Beneath your feet stirred a dark monster. It’s tentacles wrapped around the vessel, but still letting it sail. At least for now.

[stxrsniolo]

streamer boyfriend!chris forgot turning off stream.

chris was in his element, streaming the latest chapter of poppy playtime on twitch, his setup lit with the eerie glow of the game.

this new chapter had everyone talking about how the developers had taken the criticism to heart, making it not just a game about jumpscares but one that delved deep into horror and lore.

chris was navigating through the nightmarish world, his reactions a mix of shouts, curses, and laughter, his viewers eating up every moment of his gameplay.

“it's unfair how they made that fluffy lion a villain.” he complained.

the stream was going well, filled with the usual jumpscares, deaths, and retries from checkpoints, when y/n walked into the room; she had just returned from shopping with friends and was eager to show off her new, form-fitting dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.

the fabric was a rich, dark color that contrasted beautifully with her skin, the cut of the dress leaving little to the imagination, especially from behind.

chris, caught off guard by y/n's entrance and her stunning appearance, felt an immediate, visceral reaction: his cock throbbed in his pants, desire overtaking his focus on the game.

without much thought, he quickly said goodbye to his viewers, his voice a tad too eager, "sorry, guys, got some urgent stuff to handle, catch you all tomorrow!"

he minimized OBS instead of closing it, unaware that the stream was still live, his camera now only capturing part of the room, but enough to hear the action about to unfold.

with the game forgotten, chris pulled y/n close, his hands roaming over her body, feeling the way the dress clung to her. "you look fucking incredible," he growled, his voice thick with lust, his fingers digging into her ass, appreciating the view.

the kiss that followed was hungry, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her, his hands moving to cup her breasts through the fabric.

y/n moaned into the kiss, her own hands working on his jeans, desperate to feel him, his erection was evident, straining against his pants, a testament to his desire for her.

he pushed her against the desk, the edge digging into her back, as he began to explore her with his fingers, slipping them under her dress, finding her already wet. "you're so drenched for me," he murmured, his fingers circling her clit before plunging into her, making her gasp, her body arching into his touch.

but y/n, had other plans, so with a mischievous glint in her eye, dropped to her knees, pulling his cock free; it was hard, veined, the head glistening with precum.

she took him into her mouth without hesitation, her tongue swirling around his tip, tasting him, her hand pumping what she couldn't fit in her mouth. chris groaned, his hand in her hair, guiding her movements, his hips bucking slightly.

"fuck, y/n, you're such a good little slut for me," he praised, his voice rough, his arousal clear.

chris was impatient, he couldn't wait, he needed to be inside her, so he pulled her up, turning her around, bending her over the desk.

the dress rode up, revealing her ass, which he slapped, the sound echoing in the room, the sting making her yelp in pleasure as he entered her from behind, his cock sliding in with an ease that spoke of her readiness, the angle perfect to hit deep. his thrusts were hard, each one making the desk shake, their moans filling the room.

chris leaned over, his hands finding her breasts, squeezing them, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do to her.

the scent of sex mixed with their sweat, the sounds of their bodies colliding, the wet noises of her arousal, it was all too much, too real, too raw.

he pulled out, flipping her onto her back on the desk, spreading her legs wide, eating her like a starved man. his mouth found her pussy, his tongue delving deep, tasting her, his fingers joining in, pushing her towards the edge.

y/n was moaning, her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, her legs shaking.

eventually the need for release became stronger and they knew it, so he stood, pulling her to the edge of the desk, his cock plunging back into her, his pace relentless.

he watched her in awe, the way her breasts bounced with each thrust, her face contorted in pleasure when he reached down, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing in sync with his movements.

"you like being fucked on my desk, don't you? right where i make the money you spend in dresses for me to tear apart so i can fill you up every time, you dirty little cumslut," he teased, his voice low, his own release building.

y/n could only moan in response, her nails digging into his back, leaving marks.

her orgasm hit like a wave, her body convulsing around him, her cries loud, unashamed. chris wasn't far behind, pulling out just in time to stroke himself to completion, his cum hot and sticky on her stomach, his teeth sinking on her neck, marking her.

in the aftermath, they lay there panting, the room silent except for their heavy breathing, that was then chris noticed the OBS window still minimized but active.

his eyes widened in realization, but there was no immediate panic; instead, a mix of shock and thrill at what had just happened.

"well, shit," was all he managed to say, a laugh escaping him as he thought about the unexpected show they'd just given, closing the app now for real; they'd deal with the fallout and possible ban later.

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[daryldove]

Distraction

daryl x gn!reader

summary: you keep daryl company daryl while he recovers in the farm house

“cut it out,” you giggle, squirming under daryl's hand as he jabs your side playfully. after offering to take the injured hunter some dinner, you manage to convince him to let you stay and keep him company, something he'll deny enjoying if anyone asks. truthfully, you two had become rather close after everything. although from his perspective, not by choice. “You're supposed to be resting, mister,” you scold him with a smirk as you adjust your position against the headboard.

“can't when ya botherin’ me.” you gasp dramatically at his sarcastic comeback. daryl is incredibly charming, even when he didn't mean to be. it's one of the things you quite admire about him, as well as his sarcastic humour, something the others didn't get to witness to the extent you did. you're not even completely sure if they knew it existed. but he knew how to make you laugh, and he seemed to enjoy it.

“is that what this is now? and here I thought you loved my company, dixon.” that earns you a scoff in response. “admit it,” you continue with a proud tone, “im your favourite in the group.” he doesn't respond right away, forcing you to turn your attention from staring ahead to check on him. the sudden, unexpectedly soft look in his eye has you momentarily speechless.

“what?” you internally thank any god out there that your voice doesn't crack in that moment. gaze flicking over his dirty face, you can't help admire how oddly adorable he looks bundled up under sheets and wrapped in bandages. you feel your heart clench. eventually, daryl shrugs it away with a grunt, shutting himself back off. it's something he does often. you can practically see the thought piling up in his mind, but he always holds back. it stirs an unaccustomed feeling in your gut. complicated.

something feels different this time. maybe because for the first time since you met him, you feel safe. vulnerable. he's lying injured before you, both protected by four walls. it feels wrong to take advantage of this moment to open him up, but maybe that's what it'll take. “are your stitches bothering you?” his hand stops yours from reaching out to touch the bandage around his head, freezing you in place. his hand is rough and warm around yours, short circuiting your mind for a split second. you don't pull away, despite him probably expecting you to. instead, you lean closer towards him.

daryl's eyes flick between yours, as if answers to his curiousity reflects in them. you want to tease him, say something out of pocket that will turn him speechless. instead, you move your hand to rest against his cheek. he practically flinches as you cup his face, reacting like he's undeserving of the softness of your touch. but it doesn't appear unwanted. never.

“how are you feeling?” you ask with a light voice. it's not about his injuries, and he seems to pick up on that. he nods slightly and clears his throat before answering. “good… fine.” your smile grows at his shyness.

“that so?” finally, you let yourself be playful, reassured that he won't be so easily scared off. his gaze is intense and unwavering, and you find yourself unable to resist anymore. leaning down until your lips are barely inches apart, you give him just enough time to pull away. part of you expects him to, like the wall you spent all this time breaking down will be pitched back up in seconds. but he doesn't, nor does he shout and fling himself off the bed to avoid you like your anxiety is convinced he would. so you finally press your lips against his.

daryl's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief while yours subconsciously flutter shut. kissing him feels exactly like you imagined. you can feel your cheeks heating up once you finally pull away, a nervous giggle escaping you at how dazed he looks.

“what?” a smile creeps onto your lips as you question him again. you can practically see daryl's mind spinning as he speechlessly stares up back at you. there's an unreadable look in his eye as seconds pass. unable to help it, your eyes fall to his lips. this time, it's him who pulls you in with a large hand on your neck. his boldness pulls a surprised moan that he swallows.

“guess i am a good distraction,” you whisper after eventually pulling away, scoring a rare, soft chuckle from the hunter.

“guess so.”

[rvmanoffbarnes]

Lingered looks || Joseph Quinn x Actress Reader!

Summary: Joseph and you can feel the tension. What will happen if both of you listen to what the're feeling?

Warning: The next one shot contains explicit content and sex scenes. MDNI.

They say that the eyes say more than words.

Apparently, the gazes between me and Joseph meant something beyond words.

The tension between us could easily be cut with a knife. Joseph was just inches away from me as we walked to the hotel elevator. It had been a busy day after doing interviews for our new movie and meeting some fans.

The elevator doors greet us and Joseph gestures with his hand to let me through first. "After you," he says with a slight smile. I thank him and enter the space, followed by him. The doors close and silence envelops us. It's only a few seconds until the Brit decides to break it.

"Are you tired?" he asks me. I can only nod my head. "It was a lot for one day. Honestly, this is what i hate about being an actress," I joke.

He laughs at that.

"Are you tired?" I ask him, looking at his profile. He has a beard from days ago and I notice that his shaved hair is growing longer every day.

He grimaces and leans against the elevator wall. "I still have a little energy left," he admits, "I have to use it all up before I can let myself go to bed." I raise an eyebrow at his response.

Usually, I do the opposite, even if I have energy left, I decide to go to bed anyway. These last few days, stress has consumed my being, so I opt for the healthy decision of putting aside the activities I had planned for our day off. Tomorrow I would make sure to get as much sleep as possible before going back to work.

"What will you do to spend that energy?" I ask him curiously.

He seems to think about it for a few seconds before turning to look at me, at the same time the doors open.

"I'll see if something comes up" A smile sneaks across his face.

We leave the elevator and he walks next to me with his hands in his pants pockets until he leaves me at the door of the room where I am staying. I stop in front of it and take out the card so I can open the door and get inside to rest for the rest of the night. I keep the card in my hands and neither of us seem to move.

These days I have felt a palpable tension between us, which has only increased every day since we had to share more moments together between the two of us to make the chemistry of our characters much more real. Although I have worked with Joseph before, the director asked us to deepen our relationship so that the friendly connection we had would be reflected in the film. Now, of course, we had to have a couple chemistry. I didn't think beyond the topic; I was an actress and my job was to be able to bring those emotions to life and to the film. However, I have been hearing my heart race every time Joseph and the character he played approached me for a scene or in our daily routine together.

I was almost sure it happened to both of us.

I bite my inner cheek and smile at him.

"Okay. This is it," I say in an attempt to break the silence that surrounds us. Joseph looks at the door and then guides his gaze to me. He nods and licks his lips, leaning his shoulder against the wall.

"Yeah...." he says.

I don't know what I expect exactly. The only thing that is clear to me is that neither of us wants to say goodbye at all. His gaze persists on me and a shine appears in his brown orbits. Joseph clears his throat as if suddenly reacting. He straightens his posture and points to the door with his hand and then puts it back in his pocket. "Well, I guess I'll leave you to it," he mentions, "Have a good night, (Y/N)."

I smile. Almost dissapointed. I wonder why.

"Goodnight, Joseph"

He starts to back away and then turns his back on me to walk to his room which is a few doors away from mine. Before I can enter, he turns around and says:

"If you need anything," he begins. I look at him feeling my heart stop for a second "you know where I am."

I swallow and nod my head.

"Same here"

He smiles and waves his hand goodbye. We both go into our respective rooms and I close the door, leaning my back against it. A sigh escapes my lips and my eyes close. Heat invades my cheeks and I run my hand over my forehead. I take my bag off my shoulder and leave it hanging on the coat rack on the wall. Not even 10 seconds pass after I do that and I already hear someone knocking on my door with three firm and urgent knocks.

I open the door and widen my eyes when I see Joseph with a serious expression, which when he sees me changes to one of desire and desperation.

"Actually I do need something" he says.

Before I can ask him what, he kisses my lips fiercely. He grabs my waist with his arms and I allow myself to react to wrap my arms around his neck. In an agile and quick movement he leans his body back, still hugging me, to close the door. He gently pushes me against the wall and explores my mouth with his tongue.

He breaks away for a brief moment to look me in the eyes. He has his dark, eager gaze, his mouth slightly open and then whispers: "I couldn't take this anymore," he admits with heavy breathing.

He brings a hand to my cheek and looks directly at me.

"Joseph..." I say in a whisper. I have a whirlwind of emotions after what just happened.

He shakes his head dejectedly.

"If you don't want me to continue, I'll stop now and go to my room," he says. "It all depends on you."

I lick my lips and take his hand that is on my cheek to slide it around my waist. I smile slightly at him and say:

"Who says I want to stop?" He growls and smiles.

That action I do allows him to continue devouring my mouth as if there were no tomorrow. He pins his body with mine against the wall and spreads my legs with his knee, rubbing his pants against my underwear-covered crotch, which is now a wet mess. It's incredible the ability he has to make me wet in such a short time, just with a fierce kiss. He slides his hands from my waist to my butt to knead it as he wants. This causes me to cry because of the delicious sensation and I cling much more to his body, the word distance disappears as soon as he decides to continue squeezing my cheeks to his liking.

"Mhm...." I moan, clutching at his shirt desperately. I feel ashamed to be in that state so quickly, but after months of tension on the verge, I honestly shouldn't care about it.

He smiles amused and sighs against my lips. "I know we're going too fast, but it's impossible not to enjoy your body and your lips like this," he admits agitatedly.

"Please, Joseph. Don't lie to yourself; we've been wanting this for months," I say firmly and sure of my answer, even though I'm agitated. "To hell with the wait."

Joseph reacts to my words and continues kissing my lips passionately. He lifts the skirt of my dress and massages my ass like he owns it. With more and more lack of control. I venture to unbutton the buttons of his shirt clumsily, but when I manage to do so, he steps away from me for a few seconds and, without taking his eyes off me, takes off his shirt in a hasty movement. This gives me time to start taking off my dress. I lower the strap on one shoulder and then the other, feeling cold as my tits are exposed. I'm not wearing a bra.

"Oh, darling..." he moans.

He takes my waist again and connects his lips with mine. He walks with me until he sits on the edge of the bed and watches me with puppy eyes.

"I want you" he says.

"Then take me," I say.

I settle into his lap and finish lowering the dress with his help. I feel it fall to the ground and I sit back down on Joseph's lap. He looks at me pleadingly for a moment.

"Can...?" He points to my body, to which I nod. The brown-haired man runs his hands slowly over my skin, enjoying the moment. I lean on his shoulders while I'm only wearing my panties. I start kissing his neck at the same time that Joseph raises his hand to my tit, playing with it, while the other holds my waist. I let out a moan, moving closer to him. My hips take on a life of their own and begin to move against his crotch. Joseph curses under his breath and grabs my hips to move them urgently on top of him.

"I need you to tell me if... oh, fuck...." he doesn't stop the movements of my hips on him "I need you to tell me if you want to do it soft or hard."

I lick my lips.

“Fuck me hard, please,” I whimper.

I can't stand the pressure that forms in my lower area. My panties feel so sticky I just want to rip them off. Joseph moans and begins to unbutton his pants, kissing my neck. I stretch it so he can taste my skin better.

I feel his pants and boxers fall to the floor. I look down and see how excited he is. I smile and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. The tip of his member is red and dripping precum from the situation. Joseph looks me in the eyes and smiles amused. He lowers his gaze to my lips while with his fingers he moves my panties aside and begins to caress and spread my clitoris.

"So wet. Is it for me?" He asks and I move against his fingers. "Yes, Joseph," I say, throwing my head back. "Please... it's just for you."

Joseph chuckles softly. He inserts three fingers again and again until he sees that I am at his complete disposal. He removes them and I instantly miss the sensation. Joseph licks his fingers clean and I swear the action he does can't look any hotter. He closes his brown eyes and enjoy my taste.

"Delicious," he says with a grimace, "just as I imagined."

I groan when I see it.

He places his hand on my cheek. "Do you want me to take control or would you rather ride me?" ask. So gentlemanly and thoughtful of him. I think about it for a few seconds, but with a mischievous smile I answer: "I want to ride you"

Joseph chuckles.

He lays on the bed with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Go ahead, darling"

"I'm clean," I tell him.

"Me too" he smiles in a sincere tone.

And that's enough for me.

I lower my body until I feel his hard member at my entrance and without thinking twice I get into it. I let out a pleasant whimper at the new sensation and watch as Joseph's face is invaded by pleasure.

"Fuck" he groans.

He grabs my hips and begins to guide me with the movements. I rest my hands on Joseph's chest, feeling the small hairs brush against my fingers.

"Oh Joseph," I stifle a moan.

"That's right, beautiful, take all of me" he pushes his hips against mine.

The obscene sound of our bodies is confused with our moans throughout the room. I'm about to cum. I need a little more stimulation, so I take one of his hands that is imprisoning my hip and guide it to my tit. He seems to understand what I want, so he starts massaging it and playing with my nipple. "So beautiful... oh, god" he says.

I moan. This time i'm moving faster.

"Joseph... i'm gonna cum" i admit.

He barely nods with his eyes closed.

"Yes, beautiful, cum for me" he lifts his body a little and hits deep into my body

"I'm ready too." A few more seconds pass until the climax reaches us. "Fuck!"

I feel all his semen spread in me, at the same time that I cum on top of him.

"Oh god" I try to catch my breath and feel him take me by the waist and gently lay me down next to him. I hug him and he smiles at me, looking into my eyes.

"Hey"

"Hey..." I say with a smile.

The rooms smells like sex and the temperatures is increasing.

"That was... incredible," he mentions. I nod my head.

He caresses my cheek softly and tenderly. "I don't want you to think that this will be a one-night thing," he begins by saying seriously, "I really want to try it with you."

My heart races.

"Only if you want it too," he adds. I kiss him to answer him. Joseph corresponds to me, and as we part I tell him:

"I would love to try it, Joseph."

He smiles and kiss my forehead.

"Joseph?" I ask.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Did you waste that energy left?"

He laughs.

"Yeah. I did"

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Hi! I hope u enjoy this one shot... i'm so bad writing smut.

[svetamillss]

Hiii I'm really sorry.. I’ve never really requested much on tumblr,so I apologize if I’m doing anything wrong. I wanted to ask if is it possible to write some platonic headcanons for some characters like(Hyun-jo,Semi,no-eul,Saebyeok)with a younger sister reader?like how would they act if they had a younger sister?it doesn't matter if it's in the games or outside.(also if you can't do it its completely okay,and I'm sorry for my bad English<33)

Headcanons: you are their younger sister🤍

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f), Se Mi x Reader(f), Gang No Eul x Reader(f), Kang Sae Byeok x Reader(f)

Warnings: agnst, there is no love line here, it's not pairings!

A/N: Your order is very wonderful, thank you!! I hope I met your expectations!

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Cho Hyun Ju

You and the girl were very close. You were the only one from her entourage who supported her when she admitted that she wanted to become a girl. You both left the family and started living together.

Unfortunately, you have collected a lot of debts because of Ju's operations and you didn't have enough money to live on at all. That's why you decided to agree to the offer to play games.

But the girl didn't know you were here and when she saw it, she was very angry with you. After all, you could have been in trouble (she just took care of you).

When you told her that you came here for her, she was so ashamed that she even cried and asked for forgiveness for you having such a worthless sister, you immediately began to calm her down and kiss her face (it was your way to calm each other down).

In the first game, you held on to your sister's back, also holding hands with her (so she understood that you were next to her).

You both voted for the cross, but it didn't help, and you continued to play. Hyun Ju didn't let you go for a minute, you slept together, you even went to the toilet together. When the guys wanted to meet you, she immediately started a serious conversation with them, making it clear that she would not allow it.

You both prayed to get out of here together and live happily again.

- It's because of me you're here, I'm a bad older sister that the younger one has to pull me out of the bottom. - Ju said when she stroked your hair before going to bed.

- You are the best and most beloved sister, I love you very much and we will get out of here and go to live in Thailand.

Se Mi

You and your sister have always been together. Consider that she raised you. You are very close, so you decided to go to the games to win more money.

Even though you realized that games are for survival, you continued to play, because you two were scared outside, and games are a chance for a normal existence.

Se Mi always protected you, helped you pass the games, because she was more courageous and strong.

The girl didn't let Thanos and Nam Gyu approach you, who wanted to get to know you better, but your sister made it clear that she was ready to kill for your safety.

After all, after the third game, you wanted to get home, so you voted for the cross, thinking that it would all be over soon.

- Don't worry, honey, tomorrow there will be a second vote and we will return home together. And now you have to hide well under the bed so that they don't find you. - she said when she led you away from everyone, to a safe place.

- And you? I don't want to hide without you! Don't leave!

- There is a place for one person, I found another safe place and will go there, but I will be next to you. Time will fly by and I'll be back soon. And now lie down and don't get out of hiding. - Finally, Se Mi kissed you on the forehead and helped you get under the bed, after which she left.

You prayed all nighttime that your sister would be fine. But, unfortunately, your prayers were in vain. When you finally managed to get out of the hiding, you immediately ran to look for your sister, but instead of your sweet and cheeky Se Mi, you saw only a body lying between the beds. Your sister had a cut throat.

All you could do was close her eyes, your face was wet with tears. Se Mi saved you, but she couldn't.

Gang No Eul

You and your older sister were able to get out of Hell. From The DPRK. But, unfortunately, she lose her husband and daughter.

You spent a lot of effort and money to find a little girl, but it was all in vain. Everyone said she was dead.

But the two of you didn't want to believe it and continued to fight. That's why you wanted to join the games to raise more money for the search. No Eul you didn't say that you decided on such a thing, because you knew that she would be against it, since the girl was strict with you, but so she showed her love and care for you.

You were scared at the games, so after the first game, you clicked on the cross, hoping to return home to your beloved sister with at least a small amount. But you didn't succeed. There were more people who wanted to continue and you had to continue.

You've always thought about No Eul. You cried at night, because you missed her very much and wanted her to hug you. You were afraid that you would die and never return to her again, and she would not even know where you disappeared.

But you didn't even suspect that your sister was very close to you. But on the other side of the game. She was one of the guards who shot the losing players. And when she saw you at the first game, she wanted to drop everything out of horror and run out to you, shout, and then save you from this horror.

But she couldn't. She was powerless. Therefore, she only had to hope that you were fine and alive. And she had a fear of being the one who would have to shoot you for losing the game.

Kang Sae Byeok

You, your older sister and younger brother were able to get out of the DPRK, but, unfortunately, since your brother was a minor, he was taken to an orphanage.

So you and Sae Byeok had to survive and earn money to take the boy from there.

You had enemies, a lot of debts, so the two of you decided to join the games to earn enough money and finally live a real life and family.

There were a lot of victims, but you stayed together. Your sister took great care of you, because you were much weaker than her. She didn't allow anyone to approach you, you were safe with her.

You both thought you'd get out of here soon. Together. But this game was too terrible and easily played on human trust.

When you were told to divide into teams of two people, you united with your sister without hesitation, thinking that you would manage.

But you didn't know that you had to play against each other.

Sae Byeok sat slooped almost the whole game, she blamed herself for everything, and you were thinking at that time, what to do. And you made a decision. You will save Sae Byeok, because she deserves to live more than you.

You decided to make the Marbles game for yourself. You offered to play in the following way: whoever throws the stone further, he will win. The girl agreed and threw quite far. And you didn't even try.

How many screams were there from your sister, you rarely saw her crying, but you understood that she was about to lose a loved one.

When you explained why you did it, she burst into tears even harder, and you just smiled, hugging her for the last time, and then gently pushed her to leave and not see you dying.

- Thank you for played with me! - those were your last words for her. The next moment there was a shot, and then the sound of a body falling to the ground. But Sae Byeok didn't turn around, knowing that you wouldn't want it. She left the room in tears.

But who knew that your victim would be in vain. After all, your sister was killed before the very last round, not keeping her promise to get out of here alive.

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[mihii-i]

swim.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, misogynistic views, bc edo japan ueee, mention of abuse cause that’s what taigen’s fuckass dad did, he/him used for mizu in some dialogue, mention of prostitution, taigen being a moron, storyline dragged on for a few more days longer than usual, taigen doesnt meet mizu after the four fangs fight so storyline change, soft mizu ueee, slight violence, mizu ily please come home our kids don’t have names they’re all just named fuckface and numbered 1 through 4, not proofread.

A/N: I was listening to swim while writing my this so I’m making the title and scattering a few references here and there. Now playing: Swim - Chase Atlantic. @nomnai sorry I couldn’t directly respond to the request tumblr was being dumb :( 🕯️

Your memory was all too clear.

The familiar briny odor of fish stinging your nostrils as your father’s sharp tongue continued to loop in a disturbing resonance over and over in the back of your mind, teeth gritting at the mere thought of his demands echoing against your skull. His face was frightening to say the least, you were surprised at how exactly you kept on your unfazed expression in that moment, sure that tears threatened to spill out as his venomous tone rang in your ears.

—

Thumb gently tracing along the cool rim of the cup, your eyes flickered downwards into your lap to cast out into the body of cerulean water outstretched past you in a swish of warm waves below the glinting, pale light of the sun. Filtering out your father’s harsh reprimands blowing against your face, you merely fixed your attention on the wooden teacup fit between your palms, stroking it in gentle motions along the smoothed out ridges as you caught sight of your reflection in the powdery green of the tea. Not a drop drank from the cup.

“For gods sake (Name)…I don’t know how many times I must plead you to be wed! Do you know how shameful it is for me to have an unmarried daughter especially at your age!?”

A soft huff lifted off your chest as you breathed through your nose in silence, averting your gaze from your father as you continued to regard the bitter way he spat as nothing more than white noise drowned by the kicks of fish swimming about, splashing each speck of water onto the land nearby.

“…Father? With all due respect, I’d prefer not to-“

The fury in his voice cutting you off was enough to make you truncate your words almost immediately in a halt.

“Useless girl. You have but one job, and it is to marry to a decent man, the one who was willing to marry you! Your brother is setting his foot down into greatness, and here you are as a worthless child who hasn’t even accomplished the simplest of what I ask!”

You nearly flinched at the mere rage your father displayed right in front of you, face twisted in displeasure as the heel of his heel violently dug into the flimsy wood of a crate, splinters of oak and shreds of uncut bark splaying across the space around you. This wasn’t exactly a new occurrence that unfolded before you. Your father had lost his temper countless times for years, often taking out on you or Taigen in a physical manner.

It was quite a horrific sight to behold now that you thought back on it…the overwhelming stench of cod reeking from the callouses of his knuckles, outlining against his skin as he balled it up into a fist as a means to inflict blooming, purple bruises onto his own flesh and blood. Often times, Taigen was the one subject to your father’s relentless bearings, due to him being older and the only son. Frequently, your elder brother emerged from your miniscule home with a small limp dragging one of his limbs down, brushing it off whenever you questioned the purple patches littered along the light tan of his arm.

Your eyes split open almost as soon as you closed them, apprehensive at the familiar touch brushing along your collarbone. You were certain your father had left so who-

“Our old man giving you trouble again?” Taigen’s voice came out in a quiet laugh as he knelt down beside you, looking down at your lap to catch sight of the untouched cup still brimmed with tea. “It’s cold now, idiot. You should drink it.” You only rolled your eyes in response to his snarky comment, passing along the teacup to him, to which he subconsciously accepted without a second thought, a habit for him at this point to pick up after you in a way.

“You know..he’s right. You should be married by now. I mean I’m not gonna be around forever since I’m marrying Akemi, so I can’t carry out what you need, and you’ll need another man in your life apart from your own brother.” Taigen’s voice dimmed with each word he uttered, lips downturned as they tugged deeper into a stern frown. To which you retorted in an almost snappy voice.

“What good is marriage if I don’t even know him? I’ll have everything I want but at what cost? Having to please him every night? Endure his beatings like I have with our father for as long as I love now?”

Taigen could only muster up a sigh as his hand rested on his hip, running along the frail sheathe of the katana, cloaking the blade.

“Suit yourself. I’ve already become great. It’s you who’s the failure right now.”

—

Firmly tightening your fingers into your scalp, your eyes darted in each piled corner of the city, ankles draped deep in the thick blanket of crystal snow swallowing up your feet with each step you took to trudge along in a drawn out path. Apprehension was but a natural response to the situation at hand, the malice of thoughts that swirled in your head biting along any semblance of sanity you had maintained throughout this hellish life you were forced to endure. Thinking about your father’s outburst to your rejection of marriage at the mere familiar scent of cod from the markets? You seriously couldn’t escape the filth that you had been plunged in all your life.

Strangely enough, you were grateful Taigen had brought you with him to Kyoto, intending on meeting with both Akemi and her father—whom he served under. Thinking back, you couldn’t exactly help but remember the thin layer of sweat showered along your throat in the cold weather from the guard eyeing you up and down, inspecting Taigen’s travel pass precisely before letting you both pass through. Yet considering that you never got to travel, it was indeed a new experience for you to land upon, stepping foot in a different part of Japan other than Kohama or the areas near it.

The frosted notes of cool air seeped onto your tongue, slipping through the openings of your chapped lips while you pushed past the traffic of people crowding the city. Your eyes lingered onto Taigen’s form, walking side by side with Daichi Tokunobu’s daughter herself, laughing with their arms hooked into one another’s in a tight coil. Seriously. You couldn’t fathom how your own brother was able to elevate himself to such heights. First climbing his way up to greatness down the long, rocky path of a samurai, and now being engaged to the lord’s daughter?

He truly was great. Worked himself from the bottom up.

And you were a failure.

You were..

“Excuse me.”

The sudden low voice abruptly halting your train of thought, resonating behind you in an intimidating, yet strangely smooth voice vibrating against his throat. You reclined your neck over, cheek squished to your shoulder as you glanced over at the tall man behind you, a cloak bunched up over his shoulders as his orange glasses shielded his eyes in a near opaque tint. Blinking in confusion, you studied him up and down, taking note of his rather odd appearance as you briefly tensed up at a stranger suddenly coming up behind you in surprise.

Was he here to hurt you? Would it be best to run? Would-

“Do you have any information on the whereabouts of the Shindo dojo?”

Well, now you know that he was probably just lost.

Your mouth hung dry as you scrambled to compose yourself from the presumptive accusations you directed toward him in haste, stumbling over your words with each sentence you tried to sputter out. Drawing in a breath, you breathed out in a shaky voice, finally responding despite the sheer embarrassment gnawing away at you right now, pleading you to just bury yourself into the snow and never come out.

“A-Ah..no I don’t. Sorry..”

He let out a hum of what you could only infer to be disappointment, alongside a small nod as his head lowered in a brief apology for taking up your time. A small strand of raven hair strung down left of his forehead, glasses tipped to the bridge of his nose in a small click from the weight of the lenses shifting down. Eyes gently rising open, your breath caught in your throat at the glimpse caught, the man’s irises piercing into you menacingly as the cool blue drowned you in your own blood from the sheer shock coursing through you.

It was hard to help. Especially after what many have told you. You couldn’t help that you were a bit frightened by his eyes, an unnatural hint of color that nobody ever held from the taboo nature of the color stemming from those who were barred from ever stepping foot past the closed borders of the nation. Drawing in a breath, you eased yourself that he was harmless, forcing yourself to lock your eyes onto his for atleast a little while. Honestly, it wasn’t particularly the color that frightened you…simply the pure hate stirred behind them, engulfing anything in sight in a tempest of hate.

It reminded you of a creature your father used to tell you about.

What was it’s name again? Right. An onryō.

Of course, you didn’t dare to mention that to the stranger, only staring off in shock as he pivoted away until the view of his back became smaller and smaller in the distance. Just being at a loss for words at the peculiar encounter, you ran your index finger along the smooth lids of your eye, pressing it in to shove away the exhaustion creeping up on you so early in the day. Perhaps it would be best to eat and then rest for the day, Kyoto certainly has quite a few inns around, and you’d just wait for Taigen to return with his princess.

—

“God, Taigen. You look like shit.” You mumbled under your breath, yet still loud enough for him to hear as his knelt form tensed in his aggravated state beside you. It was a widespread rumor all across Kyoto now, one that passed around like wildfire, and became well known to the supposed ‘massacre’ that had occurred within the Shindo dojo. Taigen’s weakened state alongside the clean cut of his hair shredded off his head only confirmed the ongoing rumors, which in turn tore down his pride shamefully, his marriage into the Tokunobu clan now null and void.

A low rumble, nearly identical to the grinding of stone burned in Taigen’s throat, his teeth grit and scraping against one another as he was unable to maintain even an ounce of poise at the implications of his dignity being torn away. Not only did this rogue samurai shatter the streak of wins he had worn himself to work towards, but he had also left Taigen with his life—a humiliating way to finish the battle as he now wallowed in his shame among many. A dishonor that he was left to live after a battle rather than dying with even an ounce of honor preserved.

“That damned demon. Why didn’t he just kill me?”

You spat in annoyance at his endless rambling about the devilish nature of his opponent. Despite feeling sorry for your brother in the state of humiliation he was drowned in, you couldn’t help but slump against a nearby wall at his constant strings of rage spewed out.

“I shouldn’t even dare to show my face around Japan anymore. Perhaps I should just kill myself now.” Taigen hissed, the bitter resignation in his tone nearly making you drop your attitude toward him.

“Well don’t. You could-“

“I don’t need you thinking what’s best for me, (Name)!”

You paused, eyes wide at his enraged reply.

“Taigen. Even if you see no meaning in living, who the hell is gonna look after me after? Our father certainly won’t, and some random men might try to take advantage of me. Is that what you want?”

“Let them then.” Taigen replied, his voice laced with nothing but pure hatred.

“W-What..?”

“I said let them! I’m the one who’s great! You’re just a failure who couldn’t even do the simple task of getting married! At this point, just sell yourself in a brothel if you have nothing better to do. No sister of mine orders me what to do, understood?”

You choked up your next words, head in a whirlwind of disdain as you seethed with anger. Impossible to believe your brother was so far gone that he wished a dreadful life upon his younger sister.

No matter now. Let him have what he deserves.

Unable to even process how quickly he exited the room, you sat there in silence with nothing but your own thoughts, the ambience of the room being nothing but the violent winds swirling outside. Atleast you had some peace and quiet away from him, attempting to push aside the hurtful words that Taigen had seared into your chest earlier. It wasn’t all wrong was it? You couldn’t even marry a man your father wanted, such a simple request that was your only obligation in life. And what were you afraid of? A loveless marriage? Silly girl..people never marry for love.

A sigh of resignation exited your lips as you reminisced on the eventful day, now crowned by nightfall. Perhaps you truly had no purpose in life. Considering there was no reason to be here any longer, wandering alone might be the best option for you, as you had utterly failed as a daughter, and as a woman.

In the depths of your crumbled life, there was no other alternative. The water was only getting colder, and there was no way back up out of what you had dug yourself into through countless refusals.

—

“Can’t sleep?”

Mizu’s voice snapped you out of your daze, your gaze shifting over to her laying on her side next to you, her weight burdened onto the arm she was laying atop. You shook your head, groggily batting your lashes as you positioned yourself closer to her, earning a quiet hum of approval from her. The rugged, yet soft fabric of her kimono grazed your hand in the wake of her touch, providing a sliver of warmth in protection from the sting of cold.

Within the span of a day or two, you found yourself stumble into the same blue eyed man—well, woman, from what you recently found out—that you had encountered back in Kyoto. Despite dismissively brushing you off upon your initial run in with her, Mizu eventually found herself uncharacteristically basking in the pleasure of your company, opening up a bit more to you and growing somewhat attached, yet remaining closed off.

As to how you had ended up here, you had wandered aimlessly from Kyoto ever since you pondered upon your relevance in life. Taigen was probably worried sick about you, unable to find you anywhere in the flooding crowds of the city. Fate had definitely laid out a path for you to run into the strange samurai, especially when you stopped before a waterfall to quench your thirst in the overtaking darkness of night. Only to stumble upon a familar set of blue eyes fixed on you apprehensively, the tip of the blade pointed directly toward your throat at a thankfully safe distance. And maybe something else that..weren’t her eyes which you shouldn’t have looked down at. At least a woman saw her first before Ringo followed suit moments later, eyes fixed on both of you in shock before catching sight of Mizu’s nude body in surprise.

Despite her despising the presence of you and Ringo constantly tailing her, she found herself oddly drawn to you, even quicker than she warmed up even a little to Ringo. It was perplexing, how could she take longer to accept a kind and polite man who was willing to help, yet soften at the presence of a snarky woman with a flippant attitude which many have found unbecoming of a ‘future wife.’

Mizu’s arm lazily draped over the curve of your waist, her thumb tracing the wave where your hips reside in gentle circles. She sucked in a breath as you nuzzled closer to her side, the pressure straining the stitches of her wound scarred along her body, a quiet groan hitching out of her throat as you pushed yourself a bit too close.

“Sorry..”

“It’s fine.” Mizu assured you, voice still stern, yet not annoyed or anything of the sort. The recent few days with her were honestly better than anything that you had been put through in the hell of a life that had its iron grip on you back in Kohama. Hand resting atop hers, you notice how Mizu finally mustered up the courage to whisper out a couple words, her skin pressed against yours as your fingertips ran along the calloused roughness of her palm, worn down from the countless years of ironwork and brutal training.

“Did you ever think I was a monster?”

“Hm? Why would I do that?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” She sneered, gesturing to her own eyes peeking up at you from a low angle. Only the water beholded such a unique tint which she had dusted along the cloudy exhaustion of her irises, the stress lines stemming from the corner of her eyes only defining the little pools of water you could drown in. Or rather, swim in. You did want to give a piece of yourself for her trust, keep her comfortable around you for the sake of…hell, you didn’t know. You just..kind of cared about her.

Was this a sort of sisterly bond you had formed with her? You didn’t exactly have many interactions with other women growing up after all.

No, it couldn’t possibly be that. Maybe something a little more.

Suddenly, an abrupt crunch echoed in the rustling bushes of the clearing, the warm fire flickering rapidly in alarm while Mizu immediately jolted up. Her hand almost immediately flew down to grip her katana tightly, head spinning around in a hyper aware state of her surroundings in the rising anticipation building up within her. You followed suit, eyes darting back in forth in an attempt to catch someone in your periphery within the clearing while the rustling endlessly persisted, gradually taking on footsteps in tandem.

The minute the figure burst through the bushes, your jaw hung open at the sight of your brother skidding to a halt, hand on his blade as well as he stood before Mizu in rage. Taigen’s expression fell dark at the sight of you shifting behind Mizu, the familar sight of his sister flooding him with an overtake of confusion rather than joy. Especially on seeing her huddling behind the very man who had humiliated him and stripped away his honor. Taigen felt sick at the sight of you clinging onto Mizu like some source of protection, swallowing back a lump in his throat as his gaze stabbed through Mizu’s straight into her deadpan eyes.

“What are you doing with him?” Taigen seethed, his shoulders rising and falling from the sight of Mizu beside you alone. The overwhelming urge to just draw his blade and stab her eyes out screamed at him, wanting to just sever Mizu’s head and present it before his lord as a means to restore his marriage and such. However, that would put him on the same level as this demon, his intrusive throughts followed up by a scoff as he sized her tall stature up and down.

“I just left. I didn’t want to get married so..”

“Do you know what this man did to me?!”

“Enlighten me, Taigen.”

Taigen’s fists balled up as he recounted the memory, his shortened hair tickling his neck serving as a source to that memory plaguing him like a pest.

“He’s the one that destroyed my honor! Ruined my life, and me!”

Your eyebrows raised in slight surprise as you looked over at Mizu, who was only unamused by Taigen’s incessant whining. You weren’t even upset, more so applauding Mizu for humbling your mess of a brother.

“Oh, he cut off your chignon? Wait- don’t tell me Akemi left you cause of your ugly bald spo-“

“It was because he didn’t kill me!”

Mizu’s gaze only flickered back and forth between this ridiculous conversation, a quizzical look etched onto her features as her eyebrows furrowed to confirm this sudden revalation.

“He’s your brother?”

You nodded, almost ashamed for his violent behavior toward Mizu as your fingers dug unto the fabric clothed along her shoulder.

“Unfortunately. Sorry about him.”

“Hey. Do you know how worried sick I’ve been about you in Kyoto?! Pacing back and forth only to find you involved with this stray dog?”

“Really? I thought I was a burden to you, and I should just sell myself into a brothel.” You remarked, referencing his earlier words and causing him to stumble within his thoughts.

“Look. I was frustrated, alright? But that gives you no excuse to hang around this fucking-!”

“Shut up..please. I don’t like you talking about him like that.”

Mizu’s lips barely curved up into a tiny smile for a brief moment, leaving as quick as it appeared. Her heart warmed within her bound chest at your words with an unfamiliar wash of newfound fondness ignited within her, the waves of the raging storm within her subsiding to a cool, shallow wave, lapping at the shore in tranquility rather than the usual disdain and violence she held within her. For once in her life after quite some time, she withheld that anger bubbling within her, giving way to the gentle embrace of the praises you kept within you about her rolling off your tongue like fine silk.

—

“You know, you picked a ridiculous master. But you take good care of him.” Taigen remarked towards Ringo as the rice ball rested in his hand, his teeth digging into the snack before swallowing the bite he chewed down. He turned his attention to you, the three of you trailing behind Mizu on horseback, engaging in a conversation which was mostly just Taigen speaking ill of Mizu. “And you, my dear younger sister with awful taste in men. What do you see in him that makes him worth traveling behind, huh?”

You simply cast an annoyed stare in his direction, unamused with his remarks turning passive aggressive when you attempted to reason with him to cease his verbal onslaughts toward Mizu.

“Maybe I just like him because he’s nice to be around, ever thought of that?”

“He’s a half breed piece of shit who only charges in like an idiotic-!”

“Taigen.”

He bit back his words at your reminder, grumbling to himself in annoyance as his head snapped back foward to keep note of Mizu’s direction. Not wanting to hear his comments, you simply hitched your horse to catch up to Mizu, pacing side by side with her as she fixed her gaze on you with a sweet smile. Hm, you liked her smile. And you’re glad she’s been doing it more often recently.

“Is he giving you trouble again?”

“No. Just how we always were as kids.”

“..I knew him as a kid too.”

You looked over, surprised as the comment she made in a low, unfeeling voice, stringing more information out of her as you begged her to elaborate silently.

“How come?”

“He chased and threw rocks at me as a child. Sometimes even beat me.” She revealed, her voice seemingly quiet and neutral, yet accompanied by a small somber hint from the way she visibly swallowed upon recalling the memory.

“Wow..he sucked that much? I’ll…be sure to berate him over it then.”

Mizu let out a small chuckle in response, finger twitching as you caught notice of her hand brushing over the head of her horse in your direction, yet retracting it. Exhaling at the gesture, you extended your arm over her horse, your free hand still maneuvering your own horse as you steered a bit closer to her. Your hand finally drifted over atop hers, gently clasping your fingers between the gaps of her fingers. It was clear what you wanted to do—wanting her to let down her walls in front of you, trust you with her heart which you’d cradle between your cusped hands the utmost care.

You wanted to drown in the ocean which was the tempestuous flood raging about in the depths of her mind and soul, running your palm against the familiar concept of water from where you were raised. Rather, embracing the waters swallowing you up in the pit of the blue oceanic embrace.

You wanted her to let you in her ocean.

And perhaps this one time, she was okay with that.

A/N: OH MY GOD I AM SO FRUSTRATED @nomnai SORRY I COULDNT DO YOUR REQUEST WITHOUT SCREENSHOTTING BECAUSE TUMBLR IS BEING AN ABSOLUTE WHORE AND IT KEEPS SAYING “erm actually ur ask doesn’t work so haha” EVERY SINGLE TIME BUT IT WOKED ON BROWSERR AND I HATE BROWSER SO FUCK YOU TUMBLR

Anyway I did NOT feel like writing nsfw today and I have a headache and I want the fucking Amazon blue eye samurai shirt also thanks for specifying OUR wife I cannot not deal with these greedy hos thank yew

hey I made something for this fic

[succake]

“Me...”

⌞ NSFW⌝ minors do not interact!

❦ ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔟 x reader ❦

Synopsis : After battling with your indecisiveness, you gather enough courage to face him.

Your heart pounds in your chest, as you knock on Caleb‘s door. You’ve been trying to find a reason to spend time with him. You won’t let another day go by without seeing each other.

Excuses after excuses, the only one you could think of would be :

                The hunter’s academy has been exhausting and you need to talk to your friend to unwind.

You ponder for an instant, was it worth talking about in his room? You remember he would burst into your room whenever you were on a group project with a girl, or would make diner early when a guy other than Zayne came to study scaring them all away. 

Hearing no noises you open the door and excuse yourself.

Hunched over his mat, a timer showed on his phone screen. You sit on his bed. He sighs when the timer reaches zero then suddenly turns to look at you. You settle a bit further on his bed, your legs crossed.

He sits properly on the mat. Lifting an eyebrow, he opens his mouth and break the silence.

                               “What’s wrong Pipsqueak?” he asks grabbing your leg and pulling your foot towards his face. Your fluffy slipper caresses his cheek. His submissive appearance makes you blush and you look away from him.

                                “Nothing i was bored.” You say.

It was true just not what you prepared.

                                “I’m finished with that, so what do you wanna do?” He wipes the sweat on his forehead with a towel. He’s giving you another chance.

                                 “I don’t know…” FOCUS! “I miss you, i wanna talk.” You finally muster the courage.

                                 “Sure, let me take a shower first.” He says a smile plastered on his face. You nod and relaxes when he closes the door behind him. You stand, your gaze losing itself in the room. 

It’s an area you have been in multiple times and yet, you feel an overwhelming sensation. You tug your top, trying to cover your stomach and waist, in vain, undergoing a sentiment of being watched.

10 minutes went by, yes you counted each of them, and Caleb is still not back, you plop onto his bed and play with the waistband of your sweatpants.

                                     “So… Pipsqueak…” He utters as he opens the door. “Do you mind waiting outside i need to change.” He chuckles. Water dripping from his hair to his abdomen. A towel wrapped around his waist he scratches the back of his neck.

Nothing is funny right now. You gather yourself and respond.

                                      “Actually i do mind.” Where are you going with this? “It’s urgent…” You announce. It’s not a lie, it is urgent, He kneels in front of you, examining you, a worried look on his face.

The towel slips and flashes a bit more of his skin and you blush harder than before.

                                        “You’re all red… Do you have a fever? Want me to take care of you?”

Your mouth opens, the last part replays in your head over and over. You pant as he towers over you.

                                        “Pipsqueak i’m worried…”  He touches your forehead, the towel hanging on for dear life and he doesn’t seem to notice but you do.

Your gaze shift between the piece of fabric and his eyes. He lays you down, topping you. You gasp as he drags his hand to your forehead again, not leaving one inch of your exposed skin untouched.

                                         “What if…” Your voice, too loud, you clear your throat, adjusting your tone. “Remember when you said…”

He cuts you off. “I do…”

He twitches, sightly but enough for you to notice. His wet hair drips on the bed and he lowers himself, his lips touching your shoulder. The ceiling of his room was covered with stars, you two placed them after you told him sleeping in complete darkness was scaring you, You hated the nights where there was thunder, he adored them.

Parting your legs with his left arm, he uses the same arm to pull you closer to him, clasping your ass. A moan escapes your lips and you instinctively cover your mouth.

                                    “That’s more like it. Good girl.” Your hands now cover your entire face, you feel dizzy. He pushes your hands away from your face, your mouth agape. Unable to pronounce words, you point towards the towel, he glances down.

                                    “Oh? But this is advanced training Pipsqueak are you sure you are ready?” You nod hiding your face again. “You can’t hide forever…” he taunts you.

He holds you in place with his evol, placing his legs under yours.

                                     “If you can’t look at me in the face i’m gonna punish you.” His right hand playing with the strap of your top. His eyes darkened when he notices the absence of a bra. Lowering the strap, he bites your shoulder. “Didn’t i say look at me?” His tone is cold. Your eyes watering, you whimper. He kisses the mark he left on your shoulder.

He was wondering why did you want to practice, for whom and how to get rid of them.

He grunts over your shoulder sending shivers down your spine, you don’t know how to get rid of those sweatpants faster.

His tongue traces the skin of your neck and you squirm, he knew you were ticklish so he loved to titillate you.

He picked a spot that could only be visible to those coming too close to you and sucked in you epidermis, a dark red spot formed under his teeth.

He smiled witnessing his territory being marked. With his thumb, he gently pressed your neck while touching you outside of your sweatpants. You cried out but he didn’t listen loosening his grip on your neck to leave a kiss.

He raised the small tank top you were wearing to reveal your breast. As he was expecting, you weren’t wearing anything underneath, satisfied with the view he stopped and gawks.

                           “Caleb… stop staring…” you plead.

He chuckles. His knee pressed against your folds. “Who are you practicing for?” Looking away you mumble your answer. He claps your chin and bring it close to his face your upper body freed from his control.

His stern expression brings tears to your eyes, you desperately wanted him and the expression he had at the moment was wetting your underwear.

His thumb straying inside your mouth, soaked. Tugging on your sweatpants with his left hand, you whine, His finger holding your tongue down.

                                 “Who. Are. You. Practicing. For?” He commands.

                                 “Me…” You say louder.

                                 “Wrong answer.” Couldn’t be wrong, If he could hear your heart pounding in your chest at this instant and if he reached down, he would know the answer is correct. “What can i do to make you talk…” His eyes wandering on your body, he covers your eyes. You cannot hold in your moan when he rubs your clit through your underpants with his knee. “Baby please.” Drenching yourself over some words and light touches, how embarrassing.

                                   “I promise…” His wet thumb slides down your lips to reach your nipples a string of saliva followed.

You nudge his nose trying to distract him, you trail his hand down to your waist moving you hips in unison. Playing with the lace of the fabric covering your intimate part with his left hand he slowly says.

                                    “I will only ask one last time—”

                                    “You.” You cut him off unexpectedly, he buries himself in your neck, breathing heavily. You shut your eyes, clenching his teeth trying to not embarrass himself the second he tries anything, he rest his head on your shoulder, his wet hair tickling your face.

Pulling the cloth to the side, he insert his index and curls it, you take a deep breath, scratching his shoulders. He pushes your thighs closer to your stomach, giving him better access and you wonder where he learned this, you read a lot about everything and anything but he wouldn’t read about that. You shake the thought away staring at the ceiling, at the stars.

After a second finger joins the other one your lips curls up and you’re glad he’s too embarrassed to face you.

The squelching sounds engulfs the room and is mixed with both of your cries, you crave more than his fingers but he doesn’t allow you yet. 

His rhythm accelerates and tears form in your eyes, ignoring your pleadings, he siphons your nipples, you dig your nails deeper into his shoulder and he finally looks at you, for a short moment, before biting your lower lip.

You tried to fight it but he accelerates and you climax underneath him, soaking his sheets. A strong force holds you down and you recognize his evol.

His fingers do not halt their movements, the noise relentlessly becoming louder.

[asundries]

VISARA. PLEASE. aventurine + YELLOW HYACINTH + evanesce + metanoia AND MY LIFE IS YOURS.

thank you for this request. it’s so apropos. brought to you by the gender envy lamenting i have daily over aventurine.

LIKE BLOOD IN THE SAND, A KISS IS A BRUISE IS ENDURANCE. ⏜⠀ . ⠀⟡

STARRING… ─ aventurine & gn reader. ✁ ... ❝ Aventurine is such a gorgeous, glittering spectacle, it pains you to look at him. He makes you sick with something that can only be akin to desire. ❞ CONTAINS… ─ 1.8k words. angst. not a healthy dynamic. cannibalism as a metaphor for envy? (not graphic, just symbolism). aventurine and reader are both aroacespec coded (by my own experience). crossposted on ao3 (i have some clarification and thoughts in the notes there).

Aventurine captures your attention the moment you lay your eyes on him. 

You’re not special for that, of course. Aventurine captures everyone’s attention—how could he avoid it, with his flaunting, his peacocking. He’s the focal point of any room he walks into, effortlessly; he’s the clean-cut gem catching the light in the center of a museum, boxed in by glass, look, don’t touch. 

But the thing inside is so breakable, and so is its shield; it’s more of a warning than any true protective measure. You will bleed, it cries. I will make you bleed, with my unpolished edges and my broken glass. You will have me, if you escape, but it will hurt.

And you want to. Some strange part of you wants to shatter the case, scrape off your skin, set off the alarms, and run. You want to bleed for him. You want to expose bone. You want to possess what he is, even if it hurts. You think he realizes this every time you hold him, the way you sink your nails a little too deep, but, truthfully, you’re not sure. You can never be sure with him.

You can bite, but I taste bitter.

He’s beautiful, and expensive, in the way only faux things are; aventurine masquerading as jade, pyrite fooling people into thinking it is gold, et cetera. You think that’s the point. You think you love him anyway. 

Bitter, like a toxic plant.

You want to dig your fingers into him the way you would the mud of a gold-filled riverbed. You’re impatient, and go in with your hands instead of a sifter. It’s less lucrative this way, little flecks slipping through your grasp and washing away down the current, but you can feel the weight of the gold, and the mud, and the frigid river water on your palms, and that’s enough of a trade-off. 

Bitter, like rat poison, like vitriol.

Every time he undresses in front of you, you can’t help but think of the space between each bone of his as something to excavate; the honeycomb holes spanning the gaps between each of his ribs and the rain-catcher dips of his collarbone. He tastes like sweet rot when you kiss him pliant, and you can hear something thudding behind the cover-up of those ragged breaths, something to prove he’s still alive beyond his half-hearted grasp on your clothing. 

It makes you nauseous. 

You’re sick at the sound, and you’re sick at the feel. You hate the pressure of his lungs as they expand, and you hate the mellifluous tone that accompanies each breath he takes, like he can’t possibly breathe without saying something. Something important. Loud and clear.

Bitter, like brightness, like a poison label, like the skin of a frog. Don’t touch me, it’ll kill. Neon is nature’s warning.

Your face is tucked into the crook of his neck, buried like a head in the sand. Your hands dig into the fabric of his shirt. You can feel his heart pounding beneath it.

“Is something wrong?” he breathes, taking pause. “If you want, we can—”

“No,” you say, cutting him off. You pull back to look at him for a second. Half of one. His gaze catches on yours. Bright, dead eyes. He’s so disheveled, yet still so effortlessly perfect. 

Something about it makes you feel strange. Hurried. Feverish. You drop your head back against him and close your eyes, trying to erase the image from your mind before it makes you feel even worse.

Bitter, bright, like his gaze on you. 

Your own heart is rapid in your chest, horrible and frantic like a prey animal, but betraying you like a bad dog. He could kill you, right now—his hands could close around your throat, he could flip you over, he could. But you’re the one with yours clenched into fists in his shirt, resting on him, above his most vulnerable places. You should feel powerful, but you feel sick.

Sweet. 

Aventurine is fool’s gold, all unpolished edges and dead fish eyes, and if you did pry that chest open, you would find nothing but a stone heart. You know that much. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” you say. You decide it’s best to stay where you are, face tucked into the crook of his neck, the closest you can be without truly feeling his heartbeat. You don’t want to look at him. 

His hands run up your back, skittish. “Are you sure?”

Aventurine is such a gorgeous, glittering spectacle, it pains you to look at him. He makes you sick with something that can only be akin to desire.

“Yes,” you say, lips meeting his throat again. “I’m sure.”

You love him. And this is what love is. Enduring. Wanting. Aching. 

Aventurine had captured your heart the moment you laid your hands on him. 

—

Aventurine is used to being seen as an object. 

Truthfully, he can’t do anything about it. An object is an object, and objects can’t just become people, so he takes it into his own hands. If he’s going to be seen as meat, a pretty gem to ogle and leer at and price and buy, that might as well be the point. 

They bet on you because you look good. 

They bet on him because his odds looked good, and his body looked better. 

They bet on him despite the fact his odds were abysmal. One in thirty-five. So it was only his—

You look good.

He believes it now. Because that is now the point, his desire, his intent. He looks good, he thinks. Now, he really, truly does. Not good as in pyrite, and pathetic, and dirt-streaked, and bloodied. But good as in golden, and flashy, and adorned. Truly. 

And the main point of it all, what he goes back to, over and over again: they can’t have it.

Bright like pyrite. Bitter like honey.

—

“What, you don’t trust me?”

Aventurine says the words with such slimy confidence that you don’t want to trust him. He’s all contrivance and reddened, flaky fish scales, the way he smiles at you like he wants something. But you place your hand on his waist to brush past him in his sterile kitchen, and you feel him tense. Almost imperceptibly, but there nonetheless.

“No,” you say, grabbing a glass out of his cupboard, just to see what happens. “Not really.”

He laughs, swirling his own glass of water absentmindedly, staring into the whirlpool it makes like he wants something from it. Like he expects it to swallow him whole instead of vice versa.

He looks at you the same way, you realize. Dreading. You wonder, idly, if he hates it as much as you do.

“Aw, come on,” he drawls. He sounds like he’s jesting, but you knew if you looked back at him his bright eyes would be just like a warning label. “Do you truly have such little faith in my… luck?”

Look, don’t touch. 

He downs the water like it’s something stronger, and sets the empty glass on the marble counter with a loud clink. By the streaky look of the cup, you suspect the water had been sitting out a few days, collecting dust and left to taste like silt.

“I don’t. Your luck is… yours. It’s not mine.”

You get water straight from his fridge’s fancy system, cold enough to hurt without the need for ice. Reluctantly, after bracing yourself, you turn back to look at him. He smiles. Dead eyes. 

“You’re right.”

—

Aventurine thinks about love, and he thinks about playing dead. 

Sometimes, when you hold him, he does that; plays dead, limp in your hands. Pliant, like a softer stone than aventurine is, almost malleable. You always stop touching him; your hands fall away from his waist and your lips leave his neck (which you always kiss on the right side). You always seem relieved when he gives you this excuse. To stop touching him. To pull away, because you’ve held on to something rotting for far too long, and his perfume can no longer mask the smell of iron under his nails or the decomposition in his gut. 

He can’t help it but play dead when he’s afraid: in the bloody river, face down and nearly out of air, drifting away from his sister because any sort of grasp on her hand would give him away; at the poker tables, eyes like a dead fish, boring into the cards like he wants something from them (he does); in the cradle of the Nihility, wading through a river a bit colder than the ones he was used to. He plays dead because playing at being truly alive would be much harder to pull off. 

Your hands are always dry, and always freezing, and they always feel like the sand of Sigonia The desert was always terribly cold at night. 

The desert was Gaiathra Triclops’ body, and the rivers her blood, and the rainfall both a blessing and her tears, and the idea that anything like her is laying their hands upon him again—that golden touch, that good luck, blessings are curses are blessings—makes him feel sick every time. 

When Aventurine thinks about luck, he thinks about the warmth of blood streaking through frigid water. He thinks about heartbeats. The shock of hot and cold and the rush of adrenaline. He thinks about pyrite buried in riverbeds. He thinks about death. 

—

It’s not his luck you want.

Love isn’t feeling sick when you hold someone, and sicker when you kiss them, you know that now. The only thing you can think about when you finally have Aventurine’s fragile ribcage between your grasp, when you hold all that he is—from his leaden lungs to his stone heart—between your hands, is that you want it for yourself.

Not him.

It.

You think about Adam’s rib. You think about breaking it off. You soothe the bruises on Aventurine’s paper-thin skin with a gentle hand. He doesn’t deserve your ire, or your hunger. Or maybe he does, and maybe you’re just a coward. Either way, you can’t bear the idea of bringing that body pain. 

You want, so badly, for it to be yours, that you’re soft with him. Even as you want to bite, even as you want to tear, even as you want to consume and become—you’re as kind as you can be, with your nails sunk deep into the wet sand of him—

You think about Eve’s body, born from a single bone, and you think about what you could be if you had the strength of all of Adam’s extra marrow. You do nothing. Nothing but dig your fingertips into the riverbed; nothing but fish for the pyrite; nothing but stain your fingers with the blood from salmon upstream.

Sweet like honey. Sweet like something rotting. 

Aventurine captures you the moment you realize it isn’t him you want.