#BUT I KEEP RESTRAINING MYSELF FROM CREATING WHAT I WANT????? AND THAT SUCKS

[rustycottoncandy]

I should draw my fursona more often

[keres-nyx]

Mika and Yuu Body Language Analysis

(A conversation between me and a friend where I analyzed the image/scene where the bite scene happens, and they played off it and added more. I also go by Ker so that's me lol)

Mikaela Hyakuya

Mika's right hand being on Yuu's thigh is a sign of vulnerability. This is because he's pressing himself closer to Yuu, willingly putting them into a more intimate position to essentially convey a "I am trusting you with myself" while also sort of a "I am willing myself to trust myself for you." Now, the fact it's a tight grip and not quite relaxed just shows that he struggles to completely let go of it. Which brings us to his left hand. Clutching at the shelf. This side of him shows his hesitance. While he's given in and allowed himself to become a full vampire, it's against his wishes/will. And while he's allowed himself to become vulnerable and trust Yuu, he can't quite bring himself to trust him. Not to mention this scene specifically has Mika facing away from us, almost saying "don't look at what I've become." Going onto his body, he's trying to accommodate Yuu as best as he can. He's not pinning Yuu down or pushing against him, even though he probably has the urge/instinct to. He's resisting the instinct and restraining himself to be as gentle as possible with him. The fact Mika's injured and bleeding as well shows how much he trusts Yuu with himself.

Chrono:

“This side of him shows his hesitance. While he's given in and allowed himself to become a full vampire, it's against his wishes/will.” THIS PART COMES FROM THE FACT THAT THE OTHER TIMES HES SHOWN TO BE HUNGRY, HE TAKES IT. FORCEFULLY GRABBING KRUL'S ARM AND PINNING THAT RANDOM KID DOWN, FOR EXAMPLE.

YUU BEING THE EXCEPTION, HIS FIRST BITE, HIS FIRST HUMAN TASTE (AND WHEN WE KNOW HOW MUCH MIKA LOVES THE TASTE OF YUU IN PARTICULAR) HE STILL MANAGES TO HOLD HIS MONSTROUS APPETITE BACK FOR HIS SAKE (YUU'S) BECAUSE THAT WINS OUT IN THE END. HIS PROTECTIVENESS OVER HIS PREDATORY DESIRE.

Yuuichirou Hyakuya:

Oh boy there's a lot here. Especially seeing the entire scene animated. But for the sake of word limits, I'll do this still frame. Number one: his hand in Mika's hair. He's actively, most likely softly, pushing Mika's head into his neck, thereby pressing Mika's mouth and fangs into his neck more, silently reassuring "it's okay, I'm alright with this." Why? Because as stubborn and naive Yuu may appear sometimes, that boy is awfully and extremely aware of the people around him. Yuu knows Mika hates this. He knows that Mika doesn't want this. But he also knows that he must do this to keep Mika alive. So, just like Mika, he's trying to be as accommodating and gentle as possible. The blood sucking probably feels weird and violating, in a way. Especially because it's against his own nature and instinct, which would tell him to fight Mika off. But just like Mika, Yuu is fighting against his own human instinct. Not to mention his training. And not to mention his hatred for vampires. Yuu's only reaction was the initial bite, the slight wince. (FUCK IT IM TALKING ABOUT THE ANIMATED SCENE.) Immediately after getting bit, Yuu gently lifts Mika and scoots them into a more comfortable and easy position. As he does so, he gently cradles Mika. It would be human nature to squirm and hiss when a vampire is drinking your blood, since blood is your life essence. But Yuu forced himself, forced his body and breathing, to relax. This way, he would make Mika more comfortable and less guilty, even if just a little. He also gently rubs Mika's hair, creating a soothing/caring stimulation, another reassurance. Moving on to Yuu's right hand on the floor, this is also a sign of vulnerability. He could have put it on Mika's shoulder to push him off later, but he's essentially saying "I know I am safe with you, I needn't worry about it." This is also proven with the way Yuu tilts his head back, and let Mika's hand push against his thigh. Adding on: the rubbing could also be seen as a grounding agent. To keep Mika calm and mentally with him.

Chrono:

“This way, he would make Mika more comfortable and less guilty, even if just a little. He also gently rubs Mika's hair, creating a soothing/caring stimulation, another reassurance.” they both take care of each other so wonderfully it's amazing. i worry that i don't depict yuu taking care of mika enough as much as mika does BUT IT DEF GOES BOTH WAYS thats one of the reasons i'm feral for them. they're mutually obsessive and while it CAN be unhealthy, it's ALSO in a healthy way in particular to the way they take care of the others emotional and physical needs since the other cannot take care of themselves. or want to due to their equal self-loathing. i'm getting a lil sidetracked but these soothing gestures he did in this scene, i saw the potential of them BOTH being the caretaker of the relationship. mika just takes his to a greater scale bc like i said, he's nurturing AND his unending loyalty makes him a ferocious protector.

Ker:

“they take care of the others emotional and physical needs since the other cannot take care of themselves.”

THIS. THIS IS THE KEY POINT. THIS PERFECTLY SUMS UP THE ENTIRETY OF YUU AND MIKA'S RELATIONSHIP.

While it could be seen as an unhealthy obsession, this is still good for them. Because they themselves do not believe themselves to be worthy/good enough for comfort. But they do not reject it if it comes from one another. That is the beauty of their relationship. That is the reason Mikaela has not let himself fully die yet. Because he knows. God he knows. That Yuu would never be able to truly live without him. Not anymore. Because was Yuu living before? Even during their separation, Yuu still lived for Mika. He wanted to kill vampires to avenge Mika. For Mika. Yuu didn't truly live, he existed to fulfill something. And Mika is smart, he noticed it. Mika had probably hoped Yuu could move on and live on without him. But deep down, he's keenly aware of the fact that won't happen. Why else do you think Mika asks Yuu to let go of him? Why else do you think Mika isn't the one to leave, if he is so adamant of Yuu forgetting and giving up on him? It's the same reason he's so aware of why Yuu won't do it. Mika feels the exact same way. That's why he asks Yuu to give him up. Because Mika can't give Yuu up either.

*slams table* AHHHHHH

Chrono:

I think mika wanted yuu to hate him. to give up on him, so he tries to emotionally close himself off in that scene and says things that may hurt him even if he would hate to see yuu cry, but he underestimated JUST how stubborn and just how much yuu was willing to cling onto him. that broke him more man.

“you have it just as bad as he does”

Ker:

Absolutely. That's why he tried to hurt him.

They protect each other, no matter the cost. Whether it's themselves, or the world. This has been proven with actions and words from both sides.

Chrono: it's so crazy how they're so different from each other YET share so many qualities at the same time

Ker: the difference is where the desire comes from. For Mika is comes from selflessness, but for Yuu it derives from selfishness. They're opposites. And that's the point of them.

Chrono: like i love how they're both stubborn, how they had their angry phases, how they bring out the best and worst.... but in spite of it all, what really makes me happy, is to see them finally free themselves from the stresses in the life BECAUSE it's just them two. they're laughing again and say what these theorists will about demon mika simply copying a personality yuu simply wants to see... i think their banter and happiness with each other is genuine.

they're also teaching eachother to be selfish / selfless respectively. like mika telling yuu the whole world matters, not just the ones close to you... and yuu teaching mika its okay to chase his own happiness. there will be a way without comprising anyone's own happiness/life. it will simply be harder.

[ewwap]

Doting Yandere x Transmasc Reader

Y/n's tongue traced his teeth, rubbing the slimiest parts in disgust. How long ago had Oliver kidnapped him? Y/n hadn't kept track, too focused on the fact he hadn't been able to brush his teeth this entire time. Y/n's eyes soullessly dragged from their firm position looking at the floor to Oliver's face, comforting, and in Y/n's mind, in complete contrast to the heinous actions he had committed. Oliver noticed Y/n looking at him and like a puppy, his face lit up.

"It's alright Y/n." He soothed, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder--who had no will to flinch away anymore. "I'm taking care of you here. You don't need to worry about anything any longer."

Oliver smiled sympathetically as if he was not the one who created the situation Y/n was now in. Of course, he did, being so rich and coddled--Y/n was the first person to not act like a yes man and let Oliver get away with anything he wanted. God, Oliver had been waiting for someone like that. Someone who wouldn't suck up to him, someone real.

Something snapped in Y/n over the line of Oliver taking care of him. He grit his grimy teeth and glared.

"Taking care of me? Hah." Y/n scoffed. "For the entire time I've been held up in this manor of yours I have not been able to brush my teeth once! Do you want my teeth to rot? Hmm? Do you want my jaw to ache from cavities and my teeth to turn black?"

Y/n's hands balled into fists. However, there was not much else his hands could do--being restrained in expensive cuffs.

"Not only that--I haven't been able to wash my face! Do you know how oily my face gets when I don't take care of it? It disgusts me. You disgust me." Y/n turned his head away. "And you have the gall to say you're taking care of me."

If Y/n had looked at Oliver's face he would've seen an expression of pure guilt and utter defeat. Y/n felt two strong arms warp around him, one hand wrapped around his waist and the other patting his head. Y/n remained defiant in looking away.

"I'm sorry Y/n... I'll do better." Oliver buried his face in Y/n's neck, embarrassed at his incompetence.

How was he supposed to be everything Y/n needed if he was too drugged by Y/n's presence to remember to brush his teeth? No, he had to do better.

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Y/n sulked in his golden prison, looking out the window at the gardens that were so well maintained. He looked at the flowers, blooming with vibrance. At that moment, he felt like a wilting lily, drying up because its master had neglected to water it.

Oliver opened the door, making sure to close it and wait for the click as it automatically locked. He drunkenly took in the sight of Y/n, but his heartbeat flattened at Y/n's lack of a smile.

"Love... I've done some research. I've found the most luxurious products for your face type--I even found the perfect cleansings for your hair! Oh, and of course, the toothpaste, quality, of course." He paused. "Only the best for you, Angel."

Soon, Oliver had Y/n in the en suite bathroom, his love in a fluffy bathrobe on a stool.

'Say aaaahhh~" Oliver held out the toothbrush, wetted after applying the toothpaste per Y/n's preferences.

"I can brush my teeth myself." Y/n glared at the toothbrush, feeling babied.

"I'm not sure I can trust you out of the handcuffs yet, Angel." Oliver smiled sweetly "Remember what happened last time?"

Y/n practically growled.

"Fine." Y/n opened his mouth, allowing Oliver to brush his teeth.

Soon, Y/n found himself in a bath, bubbles and sweet-smelling oils in the warm water. He tried to remind himself it was fine, Oliver had seen him like this before. Still, Y/n felt uneasy. He knew Oliver would never hurt him, but one glance at Oliver's face reconfirmed he was restraining himself from doing something else.

Oliver tried to steady his breathing, god, Y/n was ethereal. Every feature so perfect. It took all of his strength to keep his blood in his brain. Of course, he had to wait. He would wait forever for Y/n.

He took special care in scrubbing Y/n down, tracing Y/n's skin as if it were the softest material on earth. Accidentally spending longer than he intended to wash Y/n's thighs.

He hummed as he massaged the shampoo into Y/n's scalp. Rinsing before applying conditioner and lathering it in Y/n's hair. Y/n's perfect beautiful hair that he would find himself running his hands through. Oliver brought out a facial scrub to put on Y/n, coincidentally caressing Y/n's face as he rubbed it in and washed it off.

Oliver brought a cream out and traced Y/n's top surgery scars, marveling at how a body could be so perfect. How even a scar--which he had been taught was an imperfection or a flaw--could be so beautiful.

Finally, Oliver scooped Y/n up before wrapping him in a warm fluffy towel. He placed Y/n down as if he weighed nothing and dried him off softly, taking extra care with Y/n's precious face and hair.

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Later, Y/n was dressed in soft comfortable clothes, a new pair of handcuffs linking his hands together. Oliver was snuggling with Y/n, clinging to him like a koala. He sighed dreamily, as always, Y/n was right. He took a deep breath, drinking Y/n in. He was so beautiful like this. He looked at Y/n's resting figure, slight unease on his face even in his sleep.

"Don't worry love. Nobody will hurt you here, I'll give you anything you want. The world is at your fingertips, all you need to do is ask." Oliver pressed a kiss onto Y/n's forehead. "My angel."

[instarsandcrime]

A Divine Comedy of Errors

Hey @zensations35, guess who? Your Ra//dio//App//le request is all done! We've got Sick!Seraphim!Lu/ci/fer and Worried!A/la/stor. I did my best to balance the silly, the hurt, the comfort, the snz, and the feels! And I chose the macro and monsterfucker parts because it is my personal responsibility to experiment with my writing and, in the process, make myself suffer at all times. 👍

This is a sequel to my previous fic Overworked and Under-Managed, but honestly it can also be a standalone thing too! Though I did sprinkle in a few romantic gestures this time for good luck! And like before, I'm working off another Sick//tember//2024 prompt. This time it's "taking a sick day".

Quick cw! There's also a little bit of mess and, although it's not much, I still wanted to give a heads up just in case!

Alright, that's all from me. Enjoy!

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“This is stupid.”

“Now now, there’s no need to be so touchy, Your Majesty.” Alastor cautioned, peering over a shoulder at his pathetic patient. Pouting, fluffy nightrobe wrapped snugly around his shivering frame. One arm bunching up the warm collar around his neck, a tissue box tucked under another.

“Hey! You dragged me out of bed at three in the morning without explaining anything and now I’m- ugh!” Disgust twisted the demon king’s face as he kicked swamp sludge from a poor, unsuspecting duck slipper, “—wading through whatever this shit is in the middle of a bayou! I can be as– uff! touchy as I want to be!”

“Hah! If you actually chose to sleep rather than push yourself to the breaking point, maybe then you wouldn't be here spouting your grand excuses.”

”Well maybe it's because I suck at bed rest, okay?! Sure I've got the bed part down. That's simple! Easy! One quick hop and you're done! But the rest part? Nope. Nuh-uh. The second I close my eyes I feel a tickle. And when I feel a tickle I just know I'll cause some kind of chaos around the hotel. So it's my responsibility to keep myself under control in case I– ...in ca-case I...hih!" A pause. His nose twitched, breaths turning shallow. He couldn't help but groan in frustration as he ripped a cluster of tissues from his box to stifle painfully for the billionth time.

"Ht’chnx! Hn’chxt! H-hehhh–” Sneeze. In case he sneezed. Saints above was he sick of doing that. “Heh’TCHNX’hewww…ow."

“And what well-timed proof of your incompetence. I should be grateful, really.” Alastor grumbled, dusting the newly created pink glitter from his suit. 

“Oh shut…up…hhh–!” Before Lucifer could even lift a finger to suppress another possible fit, the other slid to his back. Squeaking in alarm when his arms were restrained by the crook of an elbow, spraying a fine mist straight into a gloved palm.

“Het’CHMPH! Guhhh…” Lucifer glared up at the looming demon, “Hey, what’s the big idea?!”

Alastor released his hold with a grimace, quickly disposing the near-soaked fabric into his shadow– followed by a spoonful of hand sanitizer. “Admittedly not very big, but certainly necessary.” 

“What do you mean by–”

“Ah, here we are.”

The Radio Demon surged forward, hooking a large fan of willow leaves with his cane to reveal a sudden clearing. Moss spread thickly across the plush, overgrown field, ripples peacefully lapping at the water’s edge. Fireflies hovered just above, hemming the murky surface with a soft, warm light. It was a breathtaking sight, and it made Lucifer pale entirely. Because now he knew what was happening.

And he hated it.

“Look, Alastor, I’m not going to lie. You're the worst. Your breath stinks like a rotting carcass. Every time you open your mouth all I hear is claws on a chalkboard. And Father forbid you get a few centuries of beauty sleep because wow you need a serious makeover.”

“Is there a point to all this, or are you asking me to push you into the swamp water? At this rate I’m inclined to choose the latter.”

“The point is! The point. Is. I can't ruin something like this. This bayou is precious to you. Louisiana is precious to you.”

“Oh, please. Have you forgotten who I am? I made this place, I could easily undo whatever meager scratches you cause.“

“But that’s—”

"Regardless, your creative powers leak through whether you like it or not. You might as well release it in a space that won't harm the hotel."

“I don’t– hehhh!”

“And no, you will not get stuck in your condition by 'letting yourself go.'” Alastor stressed, pinching the space between his eyes. “If I may speak freely Sire– this is ridiculous. You’re exhausted and ill beyond belief, and if you suppress one more magic-infested sneeze I will tie your hands to the ground myself. For God’s sake, the cure to your condition eluded me until you accidentally let the damn thing slip at dinner! So what, pray tell, is so beneath the King of Hell?"

”H-heh-aht’chhhh! I'm—ht’chnx!“

“Is the transformation painful?”

“N-nuhh– no– Aht’CHSHH!”

”Does it drive you mad beyond all belief?”

“No!” Lucifer wheezed out, “Focus! I’m trying to tell you thahhh…that…sonofahhhHATSCHH-‘TCH–’TSCHH’hhiew!”

But Alastor was not focused on his disjointed, half-assed reasoning. Nor the painful failures to bury his fit through the whistle of little fireworks that followed. No, Alastor was focused on the sight that briefly flickered behind his patient. It was for only a second-- a blink and anyone would miss it-- but it was there. There, and massive. And judging by the way Lucifer suddenly froze, he'd known the same. His stare fell to his feet, pulling back his collar to reveal a fracture in his porcelain skin. Holy light pierced through the growing cracks, and Alastor found himself squinting curiously at the sight– as if the true puppeteer of such a tiny doll didn’t satisfy the hunger enough.

“Ugh, forget it! You wihh…win…‘Etchhh!”

“Good.”

“Grea– snff!-- great!”

“A pleasure doing business with you.”

A pause.

“Well?”

“I, uh. I can't do it if you're watching.”

“Oh for God’s sake.”

“Look, do you want me to take this shit off or not?!” Lucifer spat, flames spouting from his lips.

"Phrasing, Your Majesty." Alastor sighed, begrudgingly turning his back. “Better?”

乃𝒆ţt𝐄𝓇.

The sinner nearly jumped in place. It was certainly a voice that rang out— or something along those lines. More of a chorus of pitches and concepts of tone. And yet they harmonized as one.

Ť𝑒𝔰丅ιℕ𝔾, Ｔεsting!  Well. At least the idiot’s mind remains intact. It would cause quite a scene if he had to drag the drama king kicking and screaming from another plane of existence. Whew! Okay, you can look now. But take it slow because hoo boy it is a  l o t. 

The Radio Demon decided to go as slowly as he pleased– with all the caution of a bull in a china shop. And all too quickly he chastised himself, holding a hand to his temple. Maybe, just maybe, the seraphim’s warning was not unfounded.

Though the pocket of home was designed to be near endless, his mind couldn't conceive the number of wings that crossed the metaphysical. They were still somehow boxed into such a wide universe, glancing around with eyes that decorated each feather like adorned jewels. Or so the sinner presumed before the memory continued to fade for another. In fact, the only tangible features he could possibly grasp at the moment were flowing robes and two small wings that wrapped around a near-featureless head like a blindfold. 

And yet the being could see perfectly, thin lips pulled into a frown, staring with-- ah. Alastor was just adjusting, but he could certainly recognize the overwhelming anxiety. The least surprising part that he did expect, of course, was his size. He didn't just crane over Alastor. He towered over him-- a far cry from the false shell he wore. Somehow, Alastor stuffed down a pang of petty anger that threatened to overtake him.

He'll lecture the idiot on giving him a proper fight later. 

Alastor? Are you alright? The ground trembled ever-so-slightly as the Saint slowly, carefully lowered himself. 

"I'm offended that you’d even ask." The caretaker took a small step back before hopping up on a folded knee, giving it a sympathetic pat-- earning an embarrassed flush that overtook fever.

Oh, thank goodness. I almost-- I... The wings around them flared, puffing at each desperate buildup. Quickly Lucifer drew a wavering finger in a circle to create a portal, grabbing a familiar crimson fabric before pitching into it. "ATSHHHHEWW! AHDT’SCHHHHEEWW! HATSCHHHHHIIEEEWW!"

Each shiver of ivory skin sent shockwaves through the flora below– and from above sent Alastor hurtling towards the reeds.

Shit, I-I can’t see you! Did you fall? Are you okay? Lucifer squeaked, infinite irises darting.

"Okay is certainly an overstatement, Sire. You nearly ruined my coat!" An offended huff brushed the seraphim’s ever-shaping ear and, once again, The Radio Demon was meticulously scanned. Paying no mind to the sudden attention in the shadowy nook of his patient’s shoulder, playing with a tuft of shimmering plumage.

Sorry! Don't know m'own strength. Lucifer’s large body hunched in on itself in shame, quickly pressing the makeshift tissue to the space where his nose should be– now golden-tipped with irritation– desperate not to sniffle too strongly.

"Is that my blanket." Alastor's smile sharpened.

I panicked okay?!

All too suddenly the complaints stopped. Time for the saint came to a standstill, and Alastor was barely able to wonder if that was a very literal metaphor before the cotton-knit carpet beneath him hiked up again. He quickly pinned himself to Lucifer’s neck, bracing for–

“ETCHH’CHHHHHF!” He doubled over again. S-sorry, sorry! I can’t help it! I’m trying to hold back but I cahh– can’t–huh-hgf! “ATSHH’HHHHHF! HUH’ATTKSHHHEWWWW!” Rrrgh, forget it! You should go be-before– hhhHHH!

Panicking, a multitude of palms weaved into being. Desperate to stifle again, quick to suffocate–

“Oh, please.” 

Black tentacles wrapped around countless wrists and yanked, pinning them and the seraphim to the ground. He cracked open a watery eye, strikingly bright with anger as he watched Alastor hop up on his cheek. When I break– “Snff!” –break free I swear I’ll–!

“Do what, might I ask? You’ve threatened my life a million times, what’s one more?” The Radio Demon teased, focusing on keeping his patient's poor, abused nose in his reality. He pointed his cane, lightly scratching along the rims of the nostrils as he spoke. “Poor, poor Lucifer Morningstar. Despite your constant objections, you’ve served Hell for so long. Haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like to bow to someone else’s power? Especially to such a lowly sinner like me?”

Ahhh— Alasto–or!

“So tell me, oh great and benevolent fallen saint, why should I stop now? It seems quite like a fair trade to me! I get to boss around one of the most powerful beings in existence, creator of light and the illumination of free will. And you, my dear, get to take a sick day.” And with that, he poked the very end of the tip. “Effective immediately.”

“GEHH’AHTSHHHH’HUUE! ATSHHHH! HAT’KSHHHHUUE! H-HAH-AHHH–! ETCH’TCHHHH’FFF!” The bayou rocked with thrashing waves and unearthed roots. For a moment the sky flashed to dawn, then dusk, before resuming its starry night. Wind whipped through Alastor’s hair followed by a gust of debris and dirt. A few raspy, heavy breaths and the chaos slowed to a stop. He peeked open one eye, then another. Finding himself safe in the eye of the storm, cradled in a soft flurry of wings pressed to the seraphim’s chest. 

Mnnn…bless m’be. Lucifer bit back a heavy sigh before he could cause anymore damage, shaking aside his chains before scooping Alastor up. Small scarlet eyes met large, weepy ones– blindfolds making way for a sea of silver and gold. And yet Alastor swore he could see constellations underneath their elegant surface.

“Well, that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

Thadd was cruel. The other whined. He flicked a wrist between congested sniffles, lacing a cotton cloth into existence. Obdnogxiously true. But still. Fugk you.

“Have you ever known me to be kind?” The sinner tilted his head curiously, ignoring a noseblow that bent the few trunks that remained, branches laying bare at their feet. “Honestly, it’s like you’re afraid of hurting–”

Every fibre in Lucifer’s existence tensed. In that moment, The Radio Demon was suddenly very aware of what the problem was from the beginning. And it was hilarious.

“Y-you! You–” He wheezed between a laughing fit, leaning on the base of a pointer for support, “You? You’re scared I’ll get hurt by you?! Hah! I’ve always taken you for a king, but a jester? Bravo, Sire! I haven't seen such a marvelous performance since the Iroquois Theatre Fire of 1903!” 

A gleam of moonlight brushed his vision. His giggling died down to find a crystal clear orb floating in the air. Another dancing around them. And another. All mingling with the night sky to reflect an aurora of colors. The eyes that had once remained hidden came into view, leaking droplets that never quite touched the earth.

And oh, Alastor realized. He’s crying. His ears wilted against his will, and adjusted himself accordingly to remedy the error. “I must admit, I never suspected an ancient being such as yourself was capable of fear.”

Of course I’m afraid! Lucifer curled into a tight ball, clouds slicing into ribbons as he brought all wings in on himself. Leaving Alastor stunned and alone, perched outside on a slightly shaky arm. Do you know how hard it was to show you this disgusting side of myself?

“Lucifer.” Alastor scolded back at the self-loathing a little too kindly for his liking.

Oh, don’t you Lucifer me! Sinners don't exactly like being reminded of Heaven. Especially the design of God's right hand. I must be a nightmare to you!

“And?”

A wing cracked open, thousands of surprised gazes peering back. Pardon?

“How does that apply to us?” Alastor arched an eyebrow. The fallen angel blinked, pearly tears unsticking from his crystalline lashes. A flustered heat rose to the wavering spots on his cheeks.

Alastor, I am literally Hell’s version of an atomic bomb.

“Mhm.”

I could kill you if I looked too hard. You could turn to ashes.

“Sounds exciting.”

Alastor!

“What was it you said just a second ago? ‘Don’t you Alastor me’? Honestly! I find it insulting that you would even question my strength, nor allow me the benefit of the doubt. Everything I’ve done up to this point, and further still, is by my design. If you ever hurt me, rest assured that I already knew the risks a thousand times over. Besides, recovering alone is incredibly unproductive. Take it from…my own personal experience.” Sharp claws tapped against the middle of his cane, “And besides, what would dear Charlie say if she saw you in such a state? Alone and helpless, losing control of his body? Poor thing would be worried out of her mind.”

…And you? Lucifer asked hopefully, the barrier between them cracking open a little more. Just a little more.

Alastor rocked on the back of his heels, bracing himself. “I suppose so.”

Finally the curtain parted, and Lucifer raised his hand to greet the other, leaning close with a soft, ethereal smile. Thank you I really–...r-really…

The telltale sign of a twitching nose. A hand rose to his face like clockwork. His caretaker opened his mouth to protest. But before he could, it moved instead to cup Alastor in a tight-knit shelter.

“HEH’ISHHHHUHHH! ISHHH’HUUUE! HH-HGHH-HUT’TTCHUUUE! ”

His wings snapped open at the force of every outburst, tree roots ripped from their homes and marigolds snapped at the stems. A billowing fog that spilled out turned from fire to dust and back, reshaping itself again and again until it settled on a light rain, creating puddles on the ground. And when twilight finally crept back into Alastor’s vision, Lucifer was sniffling thickly– unrestrained. Relaxed. Devoid of any concern or self-pity.

Briefly, Alastor wondered if this is how it felt to fly.

I cadd’t use your bladket, right? Do– “Snrfff!” Ugh, do we have more? He smiled sheepishly, holding up the sad pile of ash that once resembled a tissue.

“Pauvre ti bête! That sounded awful. I’ll see what I can do for your fever and nose.” Alastor hummed, signaling a small lift to press a kiss to his cheek. “And thank you for trusting me.”

[the-snowy-river]

I will preface this point as a header Post-Scriptum to make one thing clear:

When I say 'you' and 'you people' below the 'read more' line, it applies to ANYONE who does the sort of thing I will be talking about when it comes to callout/cancel culture.

It is not vague posting, I am not trying to point in the general direction of anyone. It has been sparked by seeing this stuff on dash, but frankly I don't know and I don't want to know the people I have seen do this.

I don't have the full context of what is happening, I do not want the full context of what is happening.

This is so anyone who tries to come to me with this sees my stance on all of this beforehand. Because I have been sent anons warning me of people before and once was enough for me to get tired of it.

You know what fucking baffles me about callout culture and wanting to not interact with somebody?

Fucking going after said person.

You say this person shouldn't be interacted with, yet rather than block them and staying away you feel the need to keep going and monitoring to the point of what I personally stalking - although I might be wrong by the actual definition of the word - just to ruin them.

At that point, after they have stopped interacting with whatever group you are in, if you keep going and interacting with them, that is on you.

I am not trying to victim blame, I am not saying that somebody who has been greately hurt/abused by another doesn't have the right to push back against said another.

But people seem go forget that tumblr, just like ANY other platform of its genre, is a SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM. Quite different in the way it works behind the scenes and with a TOTALLY different culture - but a social media platform nontheless.

This is not like getting a neighbour evicted or getting a restraining order. This is all virtual and in the people's hands. And when a person or a group goes after another to drive them off the platform, they are harassing.

And I don't know what the internet has fucking done with people's brains, but that's bad regardless of context.

Not to be confused with people actually doing illegal shit, because the law can be involved in there and as much as I have my doubts about it, it exists for a reason.

That reason being create as objective of a ruleset as possible for people to follow or get punished for. People can drive themselves to extreme conclusions or solutions like actual harassment and what I consider to be stalking.

Doesn't mean general law enforcement does a good job, but I am not diving into that. Because general law enforcement are people too and they also do the 'driving themselves to extremes' part, but I write this more as ensurance that whoever reads this doesn't take me as a bootlicker.

My point being that you can't moderate a social media platform for something that has happened in a small group of people.

I have had my own history with multiple abusers that I will not elaborate on because, as I will explain in the next sentence: I HAVE MOVED ON ONCE I SEPARATED MYSELF FROM THESE PEOPLE.

I am not saying that anyone who has been hurt/abused needs to 'suck it up', but if you have been hurt/abused and send people to continuously harass a person on a social media after you've separated yourself from you are just continuing the cycle of abuse and guess what, you are making this whole thing worse for everybody.

Because you people find it hard to keep away and just must have that revenge.

At this point, this is what it is: revenge.

You want to move on, stop interacting with the person. You want to grow from what happened, stop interacting with the person. You want to leave what happened in the past, stop interacting with the person.

And if you do this on behalf of anyone that has been hurt/abused - does this person know? Do the want you to do this? What exactly makes you think this would make them feel better?

At what point does the reason become the blame?

[ko-zone]

helloooo this pinned post will give you general info, the general tags used here, and the keep reading has some of our members and their emoji tags.

this is the "ko zone" system's tumblr blog! we use it so much, might as well make a sideblog. our body is 21, and this age internally shifts depending on who is fronting- and more often than not, copiloting and influencing the main, ect.

tags

#rambles - just saying things in general

#grumbles - remembered/experiencing something awful and venting about it

#vibe checks - for when an alter sees something and goes "it me/it you 🫵"

#gender - for when an alter sees something and goes "my gender... or lack thereof..."

list of members saying hi in the keep reading vvvvvv

some members

🔧 sara/kyle (any pronouns)

heyoooo, i'm sara or kyle, whichever you want to use... you could also use ko, since that's our system name anyway!

i'm the main, so you'll probably see me often- either by myself, or blending and cofronting with someone else. i basically am front locked because ive been the mask this whole fucking time. and these cool guys show up to help shoulder the burdens- and when they leave they often take those memories (both bad trauma related ones AND good and important information sadly) with them until they return. it is what it is, man

🐕 Ko/The dog (they/them,/it/its,she/he,the dog/the dog's)

Hellooo! What if there was a golden retriever who was practically raised on technology and used it as a means of escapism and expression? And ALSO wore cool sunglasses?... You'd get me, I'm therian! I front often, and I love getting to fiddle with and learn new apps or technology we're given. OOH and I love making silly little charts and graphs.

My most proud acheivment, personally- I even created and am the main coder of our Neocities (kopawz.neocities.org)! I share though, don't worry. <3 If we ever talk, I'd be happy to teach you about html when we can; making your own site is very freeing!

🕶🔆 Ray (he/they)

hi! i'm ray, and i really like pokemon. sun and moon and the ultra games are my favorites, but anything pokemon makes me pretty happy and it's very important to me. i like animals and going outside to look at any i see, plants too. it's very nice to meet you! if we hang out and i'm weird that's fine dw about it

🐈🧣 Fely (it/its/she/he/they/paws/pawself)

it's me! the proud lynian warrior! i'm felyne, but i just go by fely, cause they call me the feller... the fella, the little guy, the scraggly little cat thing. i also think it's funny to mention i do our taxes :3

okay so i love monster hunter, which is where i'm from! and i really like doing research and looking into things like i love reading! i like it when i get to show and explain things to someone else it makes me happy when somebody listens to what we have to say! :D and i love KILLING!!! in video games. give me the video game battle music osts...

🐓🐆🦈 Odius (he/him)

hey, I used to be a persecutor, but I'm trying to protect us in ways that don't include *literally* biting and growling and shutting off and sealing us away anyone who wants to try to spend time with us. I like thinking about weird creatures. and if you think about it, violence is its own kind of artform. there's nuance work with me here

🦊 guy (he/him but in a girl way)

it's technically gaius, but i like the simplicity of being called guy better, you know?

anyway, hi, i just keep things easygoing in busy and stressful situations when i can because i have yo have a cool head under these pressure inducing situations. turns out when you do that a lot over the course of your life and can't tell what is actually a danger is anymore once your brain is so sucks, even little things cause me to show up. if i had it my way though, i'd be hanging out perpetually, 17776 style

🐺🐏 Link (he/she)

I was one of the first ones here. You know how it is with a kid's first real game. If you start talking about Twilight Princess, I'm going to have to restrain myself to not talk off your ears right off your head. Sometimes, it's just time to take a walk outside. Because everyone is being an idiot inside, so sometimes it's mandatory outside idiot time for our survival. Oh, and I really fucking love fishing mini games, there's literally nothing you could do to fuck up a fishing mini game.

🌻🫂💥 uh I don't know right now

once i work through some of these flooding torrents of emotions, and I'm more comfortable with this. and once i think more. i will come back to say something. hello anyway

[la-lauren]

My mother called me to ask about taking Hudson (dog I ended up giving them because he hated apartment life) to the park. After I addressed her questions, she started talking about their house and yada yada.

At some point she got away from my dad and launched into the whole “I want a relationship with you, and I’m sorry I was a bad mom, but I’m here for you now” shit, sobbing and all.

But the thing is she’s NOT. She thinks she is, but she’s still showing up in the same shitty ways she always has. Talking about me behind my back, completely ignoring what I am actually saying to her, and creating her own version of reality.

She talked at length about how Finn is my soul mate and how he’s the one and I need to pursue him. Ma’am, I’ve told you repeatedly he isn’t. I’ve told you repeatedly he’s a great friend, but that’s all. But she says she just knows and 🙄🙄🙄

She recounted her story about being in Planned Parenthood and saying they told her she could abort or give me up for adoption, but she chose to have me anyway, as if I should praise her for that? The collective trauma we all experienced because you weren’t ready to be a mom sucked.

That led to her little sidebar of saying “I know you hate me because I’m conservative,” and when I tried to respond, she cut me off, saying “we don’t need to get into that.”

She doesn’t listen to me but still says she wants a relationship. She brags about great relationships with other people with little negative remarks like “but my own kids hate me.”

I keep hurting myself by trying to have a relationship with her, but truth be told, I haven’t gone no contact because I still enjoy the occasional monetary benefit, which I’m not in any position to really turn down.

And maybe it’s evil of me, but I hope they leave their home to me when they go. My sister has a home, so it feels “only right” that I would get theirs.

It feels “only right” to be compensated in material form for what I lacked in love, care, and human connection growing up.

I hope she doesn’t haunt me as a ghost when she goes, but I’ve grown to believe that we might linger here if we want after death. And I think she would linger around me given the choice. Let me lodge a restraining order with the spirit world.

[ilcaeryx]

Cultist [Sukuna/Reader] - NSFW

Summary: You have one god on this earth.

Tags: Sukuna/Reader, NSFW, Smut, Humor, Size kink, Cock Warming, Body Worship,

Words: Cirka 2k

Author’s Note: What’s up, sluts? I’m back. This is NSFW, so beware.

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Sukuna did regularly mention that domination and conquest were his pastime hobbies and you would tentatively add that he adhered to them with slave-like zealotry. Whenever he insulted Itadori Yuji by calling him simple-minded, your heart ached with the desire to tell him that he was not any greater regarding his obsessions with strength. However, your self-preservation kept you alive, since a bitch that talks back to Sukuna is a bitch that gets their head separated from their body, after all.

Having sex with Sukuna is somehow leagues safer than speaking to him, you thought, gaze surveying how the apex of his back muscles cast shades upon the trenches of his spine. Inhalation, the shadows grew and deepened. Exhalation, the light re-conquered its territory. You suspected he never slept, even though he physically seemed in deep slumber. His arms were splayed on his pillow, face turned away from you.

You had self-preservation to save your ass 99 percent of the time – this time was probably that one percent where he would snap.

“Sukuna,” you called out, very lightly stroking his biceps with your nails. No answer, but his arm muscles flexed subtly as he moved his arm.  “I want my side of the bed back. I can’t sleep on this side.”

You let out a shriek when his hand shot out at you, palm plastered over your lips. The sharp edge of his index nail hovered uncomfortably close to your eye, the thumb nail piercing your cheek. Out of reflex, your dug your fingertips into his upper arm and attempted to pull away from his show of force.

Sukuna turned his head to face you. His eyes glared with disinterest, though his grasp weakened slightly.

“You’ve been plenty loud during the night; why must you continue now?” he asked, squeezing your cheeks together to allow you to speak.

“I’ve slept like three hours max,” you said, ignoring his question.

“That is not my problem.” He let go of your face to return to his original position. “Go find somewhere else to sleep and I shall wake you whenever I have need of you.”

What an absolute dickhead. This was your bed, not his domination playground.

You released him and patted your face with your fingers carefully. There were no stinging scratches left behind, which was good considering his reasoning that if ‘you weren’t bleeding out, you didn’t need help’ would leave you with annoying scabs everywhere. Why you were even fucking this guy was beyond you, honestly. This was one of the top 3 worst life choices you had ever made.

You slid towards him beneath the covers and supported your upper body with your ribcage on his lower back and elbows on his upper back. His body heat intermingling with yours gave you a dull ache, from behind your breastbone flowing into a tidepool in the pit of your stomach. After pushing your hair to one side of your neck, you lowered yourself onto him. Your lips wet and breath hot across his skin, you blew softly before planting a kiss below his shoulder blade. Had it been another person under you, you would have had the gratification of seeing goosebumps forming across the area.

“Sukuna…” you said, barely audible between his skin and your lips.

The King of Curses arose from his relaxed position. “Did you not listen or are you an idiot?”

“Bit of both, to be perfectly honest.” You pinched a tuft of his hair strands between two fingers, pulling gently. “You don’t need to do anything – I just want your attention.”

He issued you a warning glare, daring you to pull some weird shit on him.

You shrugged one of your shoulders and gave him a lopsided smile. “It’s not like I can hurt you, right? I don’t have sharp claws.” To testify, you released his hair, buried your nails below his neck and dragged them down his back in one stroke. Four faint lines were left behind, a stylistic contrast to his dark markings. “I don’t have superhuman strength or speed.” You felt the muscular ridges above his ribs, your fingers travelling up and down each rib. “At my worst, I’m just very obnoxious.”

“How self-aware,” he mocked and laughed half-heartedly. He seemed to enjoy your tiny monologue, judging by the slight raise of his eyebrows. “Continue.”

His approval increased your confidence. While you scoured your brain for whatever concept that might amuse or interest him, you broke eye contact and directed your thumb to pad the black line running along his back. You followed it up to the crest of his shoulders and pulled yourself up over his torso. A low growl hummed beneath you, indicating that perhaps you were pushing your luck. When you brought your left hand down his chest the sound reverberated through your being, reminding you that you were not the apex predator in here. His eagerness showed as he willingly moved his hand into your range when you struggled to reach it.

“Look,” you said, just as eager to sate his curiosity, “at the difference.”

With his attention on your hand enveloping his, you settled your head on his shoulder, finally eye to eye with the King of Curses. You shifted so that your palms met. Even when ignoring his nails, his long fingers and thick wrist eclipsed yours. Finger pads with rough callouses created in combat, the evidence of a reign of lasting a millennium. You could feel the wisdom beneath your soft pads; you could’ve devoted your entire life to warfare and your hands would still not understand it the way his do.

“You know, I never used to consider myself a small person,” you lied, your voice perfectly stable, “but now I am not so sure anymore. It is quite overwhelming.”

Sukuna’s head tilted towards yours, almost tenderly grazing his cheek against your jawline. The movement gave you shivers, causing your toes to curl. You had no option but trusting his self-control when he dove below your jaw and put his lips to your neck. He sucked the flesh between his lips, occasionally tasting with his tongue.

You sighed, content for the brief attention you had earned. Sukuna’s heartbeat rate did not increase nor decrease beneath your hand, his chest just as firm. He detached from your neck, his saliva cooling down that particular spot. You were on the brink of complaining when the world swirled around and your back hit the mattress, your chest and stomach feeling the room’s chill without Sukuna’s body heat.

Sukuna was not playing around anymore; he aligned his forearms beside your face and blocked off whatever else existed outside with his mere presence, lips taut and eyes alert. He situated his torso on top of yours and separated your thighs with his knee. Not close enough to grind on.

“Tell me more,” he stared you down. “What does being completely outmatched feel like?”

You wondered if he meant how it physically felt or how the emotional part of being outmanned and outgunned felt like. Considering how his empathic ability was low-functioning to non-existing, you wanted to bet your money on a physical description… Yet, your tongue prepared to tell him about the terror and the uncertainty. It was not wise to divulge such details to Sukuna.

Scheherazade’s silver tongue might have saved her life a thousand and one times but not everyone’s talent was located in their mouth cavity. Like always, your hands bought you more time to think, to evaluate your words. You tentatively reached for his collarbones before changing your mind and guiding one hand to his lips. Perhaps he had meant to kiss your fingertips, perhaps he had yet another inquiry but his lower lip separated from his upper one and you cautiously pulled it downwards. A predator’s teeth greeted you.

“I can’t say it without sounding lame,” you said and crossed your arms across your chest. “Don’t laugh.”

Almost immediately, Sukuna leaned his weight on one forearm, allowing him to use the other to restrain your hand against the mattress. “I assure you,” he said, his eyes staring lazily at you, lids half-down, “you are not that funny.”

Suddenly, you wished Itadori Yuji would regain his consciousness to not have to deal with this asshole. Kind, encouraging Yuji would worship your existence. Perhaps you would eventually have learned to worship him in turn. ‘Learning’ being the key word, of course. You would fumble in the dark while attempting to appreciate him. This seemed like a good idea for about three seconds and then you returned to your occult god.

“I want to be inside you.” Sukuna, no longer interested in your thoughts, showed more interest in your body. He seldomly spoke of his wants, rousing your curiosity and – honestly – your arousal. The thigh between your leg shifted closer to your mound, touching your nether lips softly.

“You’re so demanding,” you complained, ending your sentence with a deep sigh. “You want me to be quiet, you want me to talk, you want to be inside me – will you ever be satisfied?”

You rolled your hips upwards in a slow movement, enjoying yourself as your lips parted against his flesh. It did not please you enough, so you continued to alleviate yourself.

“No.” His voice  was unusually quiet. His lower lip brushed yours as he spoke. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You moved your chin downwards, the movement nearly imperceptible for someone who was not expecting it.

“I agree… if it’ll keep you quiet,” he said, releasing your arm to steady himself above you.

And you did keep quiet. Although he remained stone-faced, Sukuna seemed attentive to the way you opened your mouth and frowned in frustration, his crimson gaze traversing across your face.

He angled his hips downwards, pressuring your clit as you ground against him. You had never been more thankful for the things he did than when he let you use his body as a tool to get off. Each upwards motion elected a pang of pleasure, a beach in ebb and flow.

You don’t know for how long he tolerated your grinding but your lower body ached and his thigh was slick with your fluid when he removed his leg from you, its absence pulsating throughout your stomach. Despite your fear that he would push you away, you grabbed onto his neck to heave yourself against him, anything to regain that comfort. The relief that accompanied the heartbeat after he brought you up with him to sit upright lightened your entire being. His hands felt excruciatingly hot, almost unbearably so, on your ribcage.

Although you felt ready for him, your grip on his neck remained hard as he lifted you up above his cock. Sukuna descended you slightly, his tip bulging at your entrance. You knew your limit and didn’t hesitate to sink onto him, a movement less gentle than you wished due to your legs being wrapped around his waist. Your breath was uneven, hitching up whenever you strained against him. Avoiding getting your insides impaled by a guy’s dick was surprisingly hard labour. Eventually you settled at his base, a sense of completion glowing off you.

There were no comforting touches or encouraging words from Sukuna, whose tranquil expression made him seem more like Yuji than himself. His eyes almost shut, jaw relaxed... This was the alternate universe version of Sukuna, a man who did not lust for domination and who would settle down with his loved ones for an eventless life. 

Hearing your dumb fantasies echo in your head, you rubbed your eyes with your knuckles until you saw stars. What idiocy. You had to cease these daydream scenarios or you’d be in deep shit in the future. You were an atrocious cultist.

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I hope everyone enjoyed this. If you liked this, please give a comment/like/reblog. I listened to the Professor Tox remix of LOONA’s Girl Front and Ariana Grande’s Love Me Harder while writing this.

[flightlessangelwings]

I Love You, I Trust You

Marcus Moreno x afab!reader (smut with no pronoun use, no y/n)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: smut (18+ only), fingering, unprotected sex, soft smut, light bondage, Marcus is a sweetheart

Request from anon: Ok you got me going with Marcus wanting to tie the reader down. Please for the love of goodness write this (referencing my Marcus Moreno NSFW alphabet which can be found in my masterlist)

Notes: Thanks for the request, anon I hope you see this! I had a lot of fun writing this one! I incorporated a few other pieces from the NSFW alphabet here too ;) Moodboard made by me

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“Well that was more eventful than I expected,” you commented as you followed Marcus into his home. The sound of both of your fancy shoes echoed on the tile before you removed them and made your way into his bedroom barefoot.

“Nothing is ever calm when it comes to the Heroics,” Marcus quipped back with a smile, “Even a gala.” The Heroics hosted their annual formal event that night, and Marcus of course had asked you to join him as his date. It was the first time you saw him dressed up all fancy like this, and it made your heart pound in your chest at how good he looked in a three piece suit and tie.

You trailed your eyes up and down your boyfriend’s body, “You do look nice in a suit,” you spoke in a sultry voice, “It was hard to keep my hands to myself all evening,” you reached out for Marcus and kissed him sweetly.

He moaned into your mouth as his hands landed on your hips. Marcus deepened the kiss as he gently led you back towards the bed, “Me too,” his voice was low when he broke away for air.

“Good thing Missy is with the rest of the kids at their sleepover tonight,” you winked as you shimmied yourself out of your formalwear. Luckily you chose something comfortable that was easy to step out of and before Marcus blinked, you stood before him in nothing but your underwear.

Marcus’ mouth dropped open as if it was the first time he saw you bare like this. To him, every time was like the first time, and you took his breath away every single time you let him see you naked. You giggled as you unbuttoned his waistcoat and dress shirt as he just stared at you dumbfounded. It took Marcus a moment to even register that you started to undress him as well.

You carefully slid the knot of his tie down to loosen it before you lifted it up over his head. Gently, you tossed it onto the bed before you pushed his shirt and vest of his shoulders together. Marcus’ hands roamed all over your bare skin as you closed the gap between your bodies for another kiss, this one more heated and desperate. The feeling of your flesh against his just added to the need you both felt and once you felt your legs hit the bed, you let yourself collapse onto your back.

Marcus stood before you in just his pants as he watched your breasts bounce when you landed on the soft mattress. “Wow, baby,” he whispered as he fumbled with his pants. However, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you and it made it difficult to unbuckle them. You couldn’t help the laugh that you let out as he got frustrated with the belt, but you soon took pity on him and got to your knees to help.

His cock sprang free, hard already and you couldn’t help but lick your lips as your mouth watered at the sight. This time it was Marcus’ turn to giggle at you before he captured your lips with his once more and gently pushed you onto your back again. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he pushed your panties down your body so you were just as bare for him as he was for you.

As he slid your panties down, Marcus kissed his way down your body. Your hand buried itself in his hair as he licked and nibbled at all the spots he knew made you mewl. Marcus always loved to worship your body and kiss everywhere he could reach, and you had no complaints. He had this way of making you feel so wanted, so loved. He started by kissing down the side of your neck and gently bit down on the sensitive skin by your collarbone before he moved down to your breasts.

Marcus loved your breasts. He could spend hours just kneading and kissing every centimeter of skin there, and he especially loved when you arched your back into him while he licked and sucked at your nipple. And tonight was no different. Marcus buried his face in your mounds and nibbled at your soft skin as he gently squeezed your breasts. You moaned softly in response and wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him close.

He said your name in a prayer as he kissed his way across your chest to your other breast and swirled his tongue around your nipple. Marcus rocked his hips against yours, both desperate for any friction between your bodies. Dancing together at the gala was fun and beautiful, but dancing like this naked in his bed was another experience entirely. 

Satisfied that he gave your breasts sufficient attention, Marcus broke away with a pop and kissed his way down your stomach. While he did that, he slid your panties down your body entirely. He sat up to take in the sight before him: you hot and naked and spread out on his bed. As lovely as you looked dressed up all formally, you had never looked more beautiful and sexy than you did right now like this.

Marcus bit his lip as his thoughts ran away from him, and he found himself down a path that he had started to go down before. There was something he desperately wanted to try with you, but he was afraid to bring it up because he worried you would react badly. Normally, Marcus Moreno was not the most adventurous in bed, and he never had been into anything super kinky, but he found that with you he had this one fantasy that just wouldn’t escape his brain.

You propped yourself up onto your elbows and furrowed your brows when you noticed that he seemed lost in thought, “Marcus?” your soft voice broke the silence in the room. Marcus shook his head, and he didn’t even realize how long he had sat back, “Is everything ok?”

He smiled back at you as his face softened, “Fine, baby,” he reached out and cupped your face.

“Are you sure? You seem like you have something on your mind,” you leaned into his touch and your eyes fluttered closed. You always felt safe with Marcus, and you wanted nothing more than for him to feel safe with you as well.

“There’s just something I want to try but…” he let out a heavy sigh as his gaze fell down to the sheets.

You reached out for his face to get him to look you in the eyes again, “Tell me, Marcus,” your voice held no hesitation and was completely sincere.

“I,” he took a deep breath, “I want to tie you down,” when you were quiet for a beat Marcus felt the need to fill the air, “It’s ok if you don’t want to, and I don’t want to pressure you into it but…”

“That sounds hot, Marcus,” your voice cut off his rambling and Marcus looked at you wide-eyed, “Honestly, I’ve wanted to try that too,” you paused before you added, “I trust you, Marcus.”

Marcus felt all the air leave his body and he stared at you for a moment before he crashed his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. He held you close as if he couldn't get close enough to you and you moaned into his mouth in response. While you felt lost in his embrace, you blindly reached out to your side and felt around until you found what you seeked: his discarded tie. When you broke away, you grinned at him as you held the soft silk tie up between your faces.

“I think this would work for our first try at this,” your voice was playful as you winked at him.

His cock twitched in response, “Baby…”

You leaned in and kissed him again before you settled back into the bed and raised your arms above your head. Marcus stared at you in shock for a long moment. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you, and how much you trusted him like this without hesitation. He leaned in and kissed you once more before he took his tie from your hand and carefully wrapped it around your wrists.

You watched with bated breath as Marcus was lost in concentration. He wanted to make sure it was tight enough to keep you in place, but not tight enough to cause you any pain. As much as you tried to keep still for him, you couldn’t help but buck your hips up in a desperate need for contact. When you couldn’t reach him due to the angle he sat at, you rubbed your thighs together in an attempt to create your own friction.

Once he was satisfied, Marcus’ eyes trailed down your body and he definitely noticed the way you writhed at the friction you created for yourself. Between that and the way you looked so delectable with your wrists bound over your head with his own tie, he knew neither of you would last long. He pushed your legs open so he could position himself between them and he felt his heart pound in his chest as you laid bound and helpless before him.

“You ok?” he asked.

“Yes,” your breathless reply came without hesitation, “Please Marcus, I need you.” 

“God, I love you,” emotion poured from his lips with his words as he kissed you again. 

The kiss left your breathless but you managed a soft, “Love you,” when he broke away for a moment. You involuntarily strained against the tie around your wrists, but the bounds only turned you on more.

They must have spurred him on as well, because Marcus let out a low groan as he hovered his hand over your pussy before he slowly pushed two fingers inside you. He was almost surprised at how wet you were, and he figured that you truly did want this as much as you said you did. Encouraged by your moaning, he pumped his fingers in and out of you a few times, and he swallowed hard as he fought to restrain himself long enough to get your ready for his cock. But the way your breasts swung as you rocked against his hand made him lose all self control, and Marcus pulled his fingers out almost too quickly.

You let out a whimper at the loss, but the lack of contact didn’t last long as you felt him line himself up at your entrance within the same breath. Marcus said your name and waited until you opened your eyes and met his own to push himself into you. Both of you let out loud moans as he slowly and tenderly filled you. He whispered your name again in that low voice that drove you crazy as he bottomed out inside you.

“Marcus…” you whined.

He didn’t need any more encouragement than that and immediately he started to thrust in and out of you. Marcus held onto your hips and watched you as your face contorted in pleasure while moans and cries spilled from your lips. His tie around your wrists only added to the intensity and he couldn’t help but rock into you harder and faster.

“Oh my God…” your voice only got louder and louder the more he pumped his cock into you, and you had never felt a pleasure like this ever before.

Marcus moved one hand from your hip to rub at your clit and his cock twitched when your voice went up at the action. You arched your body against his as much as you could. Your orgasm quickly built up, even without as much foreplay as Marcus usually liked to do with you. And he could tell too; he always knew when you were close by the way your moans changed and your mouth hung open.

“Come for me baby,” he groaned as he rubbed your clit faster and watched as you gripped wherever you could reach with the binds, “Please baby.”

That was all it took to push you over the edge and you came with a loud scream. The way you tightened around him triggered Marcus’ own orgasm and he came inside you with your name on his lips. Heat rose in the room as he rode out both of your climaxes before he collapsed down on top of you with a grunt.

The sudden weight made you gasp but you immediately burst into laughter. Marcus propped himself up to make sure he didn’t hurt you, and when he was met with your smiling face he knew you were alright. You bent your elbows and cupped his face with your bound hands and pulled him in for a chaste kiss.

“I love you,” Marcus whispered against your lips before he kissed you again, “Thank you for trusting me.”

You smiled against his lips, “I love you too,” you murmured between kisses.

Completely spent, Marcus collapsed down again and you shifted yourself so that his head lay nuzzled between your bound arms. His own arms held you tightly and his softening cock still stayed buried inside you. You always loved the calm, intimate moments like this after sex with Marcus. It was something you never had with anyone before him, and you were happy and lucky that he chose to be with you so you would never know life without that feeling again.

After he caught his breath, Marcus lifted himself and slowly pulled out of you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you whined but a soft kiss to your forehead was enough to satisfy you.

“I’d keep you like this if I could,” he chucked against your skin, “You’ve never looked sexier.”

Heat rose in your body; you had never heard him say anything so bold like that before. While you were lost in your flustered thoughts, Marcus grinned as he tugged the tie and released you. He was careful, and inspected your wrists to make sure you weren’t hurt. Satisfied that you weren’t, he flopped down next to you and pulled you in to rest on his chest. Strong arms wrapped around your body and held you close.

“Maybe next time you can let me tie you up,” you broke the silence with a light laughter.

Marcus kissed the top of your head, “I think you’d like that a lot,” he joined in your laughter, “But I’d like that too.” 

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Fruits Basket,Se03, Ep 9 (part 1)

“ppl & feelings can’t be bound down”~

What an ep for my girl tohru! She completed her growth thanks to kyo’s rejection. really, It was so hard, cruel, understandable but above all so necessary for her to reach a logical realistic conclusion that “I can love/want things from the bottom of my heart, but at the end I can’t force or bound them to me, I won’t regret loving/wanting them, but I’ll move forward regardless, no more standing still”.

-The fear of being alone:

Aren’t we all? We’re scared to face the word after breaking bonds, changing, not getting what we want, having to start over. Such feelings run deeper into us all. Both tohru & akito were scared to face the word without the old comfortable bond that they got used to:

Tohru realized today, that she cant keep talking to a cold photo, can’t live according to her mom’s expectations, to fulfill her mom’s wishes, can’t narrate her daily life to her mom & fill her life with other ppl’s own issues to distract her self from facing her own loneliness & from looking deeper into what should she do with her life. As she fell in love with kyo, tohru started talking to him! forgetting to inform her mom abt her life’s details, thinking abt what will she do “after graduation?”. As kyo asked in se02, ep2. Graduating highschool is ur mom’s wish, What would u wanna do after?” Tohru didnt have a response of “an after”cuz her mom wasnt there to tell her! Tohru has to choose “the after” herself!!!! “The after” was being with kyo & starting life together! figuring what to do next together! She no longer alone! she found her most precious person!

Except: he cant be with her. Again tohru is scared. What to do now! she wanted a bond but is forced to leave it. Loving kyo was stage 1 to be free from her grief. Moving forward without kyo is stage 2 to learn not to repeat the painful journey again! She didnt let go of her mom & kyo easily. It was hard, scary but she must do it. You must respect their wishes & move on. As scared as she is, there will be sadness & happiness ahead.

Akito realized she cant keep an empty box, cant keep fulfilling her dad’s wishes to “be loved & special” cant bound the zodiacs to her for good. They may love her or not, it doesn't matter, if they wish to leave for whatever reason, she cant force them to stay.

Except now that the zodiacs are leaving, what does she have to live for? who will be with her? she isnt good with strangers? she never met anyone who wasnt forced to obey her & be grateful for her. Strangers cant be forced to love her! what will she do now? stretch you hand for a greeting. Tohru told her, make a friend, they might refuse you, but hey might accept u too, I’ll make it easy, Hi, I;m tohru, whats ur name?

The power of true love: ( reality vs fiction)

In fairy tales, the princess fix the prince. the prince save the princess. The prince kiss the princess, she wakes up & they be happy ever after. Except real life has no prince & princess, You cant always be saved, you cant always save others, pure intense true love cant always be the answer!

Yuki was first when tohru needed physical saving. he saved her twice! Yuki’s nickname in school ”the prince”. Yuki is always cool, thoughtful & kind. Yuki always knew what to say & do! he deserves tohru’s romantic love more than kyo, right? But “ppl & feelings can’t be bound down”~ . Yuki didn't feel this way towards tohru, granted no one (excepts kakeru) knows the reason why he loves her fondly (she’s his mom figure). The official” prince isnt the one for her. Real life isn’t a fairy tale. Yuki has someone who sees he isn’t cool, perfect or a prince “ granted no one knows abt machi, yet! ) XD

In tohru monologue: she didnt think abt saving, that's not why she loves kyo. She stated normal, silly, mundane things! a shy smile, awkward kindness & the likes. Stuff ppl love abt each other in real life. You dont say, I love my husband cuz he saved me from a burning building in the 7th floor! lol. But fiction is so full of this. Princes saving princesses.

Tohru didnt fix kyo, too! as much as her love helped him greatly to find hope, the best writing choice is that tohru’s love also brought despair to kyo! To him, she’s the symbol of hope, peace & comfort! she’s also, the symbol of despair, torment & unease! EPIC! The kyo who’s stuck in the past cant be with her, the kyo who will move beyond trauma, abuse & broken soul will be with her. The duality is all on kyo’s shoulder: what will he choose? Can he choose in his state now?

In fairy tales the princess wakes up after the kiss. In real life, we don't. Tohru didn’t. Regardless if she fainted during or after the kiss. The kiss fixed nothing. Kyo’s despair in seeing near-dead tohru in a not-so-subtle mimic to his nightmare, has manifested itself into the sweetest kiss upon seeing her conscious & talking. Kyo isnt good with words, his actions are his words. When he’s scared, sad, in trauma: running away. when he’s  fond of her, grateful for her existence: head knock, head pats, hand holding & a kiss. Still the kiss fixed nothing. Kyo is still traumatized more than ever now. Tohru still feels rejected “even if I’m not with you, plz live”.

Talking fixes everything. It didn’t here, kyo & tohru talked & showed their most vulnerable side to the other, but still didn’t meet half ways, regardless of all the love. That’s cuz they keep missing each other’s best timing. Kyo is stuck in the past while tohru has moved forward. even if in her mind she’s the one who stood & he moved. this shows they aren’t on the same wave yet. Before meeting each other again, kyo must learn from his mistake like tohru did. He must face his ultimate demon: his dad. The one who created the current broken kyo.

Rebelling against parents: ( sign of growth & freedom of choice):

Rebelling against parents  is a sign of a desire to choose one’s path, decide one’s own future. Away to express an oppressed desire.

Yuki rebelled against his mom in se02. he told her I’m not going to the college you chose. I’ll chose my path. I’m not staying away from Ayame. My bro is good in my book. I chose who I want to be with. He told her what he needed, turned his back & moved forward.

Tohru rebelled against her mom today. told her I’m not wasting myself doing only what you I think you’ll approve off. You might bot forhet kyo, thats ur choice, But I DO. I love him even if you might not approve of him, Even if he rejected me, my feelings wont change, but I’ll move forward from the grief & pain. mother. She told her what he needed, turned his back & moved forward.

Kyo WILL rebelled against his disgusting dad. He MUST. It is his turn now. He’ll tell him I’m not wasting myself being locked in a cage. I have a future! I’m not a monster. I am LOVED! I might not 100% sure why I’m loved, but the truth cant be hidden. I have ppl who love me! cheer for me! I want to live! enough of death! mom & kyoko died, tohru nearly did, but I’m not gonna die! I’m not killing ME! I’‘ll do what MOM didnt do! I’ll do what YOU couldn't do! I’ll live! He’ll tell him what he needed, turned his back & moved forward.  I cant wait! I’m in tears just thinking abt it! Kyo was punished enough! time for happiness!

Side Notes:

While I’m impressed with tohru’s growth, as they did her justice in this ep, this doesn’t erase that the buildup for tohru’s own journey & trauma was mediocre. There is a reason ppl commented ” omg tohru, you can love your mom AND kyo!. ” Grief is illogical, long process & it sucks that we weren’t allowed to experience tohru’s grief & her mom’s role in tohru’s abandonment issues. Huge lost opportunity that a good conclusion ep cant erase! but like tohru, I’m moving on ~

The path of growth for kyo will start by rejecting the demon: his dad. No. other. option. Hold abusers accountable for their crimes. Stop their madness. Tell them off.

We know kyo is baka! that’s his trade mark, the endearing baka! a lot of characters in the show think so! I love it, but I’m craving baka-yuki! XD! really, yuki is cool, level-headed & smart, but let him be baka too! this only shows up in tiny microscopic doses, but they’re my fave doses of yuki! it humanizes the “perfect prince”, the “gifted high status rat”! Thus him not seeing kyo running the other side, is my fave look on him! XD.

I appreciate that kyo & yuki put their differences aside when they’re with tohru. You cant tell yuki is hella pissed off with kyo, but he restrained himself. His gaze while full of anger is also full of sympathy as he heard/saw kyo’s panic upon the thought of loosing tohru. He understand they both only mean the best for each other, but also tried they both keep missing each other & not meeting half way! Also, yuki being the only one in the hospital is realistic & endearing. No need for them all to be there & yuki lives with her & is so close to her.

kyo not being the hospital is fantastic! thank you writer-San! why would kyo go to the hospital after thinking his nightmare came true? kyoko /his mom warned him, you’ll hurt another person.. he did.. he didn't cause her fall... but caused her sadness & hurt.

Momiji’s reprimanding gaze is my fave look on him! Also, the best response to what akito did. Akito isnt used to such judgemental gaze. Kureno grabbed her cheeks, gently told her you shouldn't do that, the old maid told her you are right, Dr. Hatori erased her mistakes from ppl heads & bodies, shigure being either cold or kissing her ass, coxing her to yet torment another zodiac in his grand scheme to break the curse as happened in the beach arc.

You bet hana & arisa will be there next ep! Arisa will meet kureno & akito for sure. To path the way for their romance as seen in the ED.

Shigure’s “remorse” is a whole can of worms. Playing with ppl’s hearts & feelings to gain someone’s affection is no laughing matter. Each time blood is shed, he contributed somehow. he didnt force anyone to hurt the other, but he played with matches & never got hurt.

Shigure must be glad akito stabbed kureno. Not cuz he’s sadistic or bad person. He isn’t, but cuz akito stabbing kureno is akito cutting her bond with him. Go shigure, your girl removed her lover with blood. Kureno is punished for sleeping with ur girl by blood! so, when is ur punishment for sleeping with ur lover’s mom? none? ok.

The animation is good. They didnt villinize akito by drawing extra manic features like se02. Kyo’s broken & tormented face once again epicly drawn. However, akito’s slaps on tohru’s face were comedic, unnecessary & such bad taste! Stop using violence for extra drama, furuba!

Also, tohru, I love you, I understand you are broken but charging at a person, who has a history of violence & physical abuse & holding a knife, is stupid. No other description. I’m glad she didnt accidentally kill you in her initial rage.

Everything akito’s redemption, kureno & shigure are part 2 in my review.

[thinking1bee]

When It Reigns Part 16

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Kara Danvers x Reader

Tags: Angst, Kryptonian!Reader, Parent!Reader, Parent!Kara, Estranged Parent, Graphic Depictions of Injuries, Blood, Humor, Bad Dreams, Memory Loss

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J’onn was in a med bay separate from the one Kara was in. This one was deemed for hostiles, for the ones that would put others in danger if they happen to break free. It still hurt Kara’s heart to see you unconscious and restrained. And to make it worse, J’onn was using kryptonite. Seeing you, with the same pulsating green veins that she had when she was exposed to kryptonite, made her want to tear the room apart and get you out of there. She could only imagine how you would react to the pain of you were awake. The searing pain was pure agony. The nausea was worst, and the feeling of all your strength forcibly sucked out of you was a jarring as the pain itself. It was worse than solar flaring.

Kara took some comfort in the fact that you were unconscious. Hopefully you couldn’t feel what was happening to you on the outside. Still, watching your veins beat against your skin had her itching to release you. But Kara knew better. You were in there for your safety as much as theirs. They were using concentrated kryptonite radiation lights. The whole room was bathed in an eerie, neon green light. Just looking at it sent shivers down Kara’s spine and from beside her, Angel held her hand with both of hers, giving her a tight squeeze and cuddling close to her as they walked. The room was flooded heavily with the radiation, but given what everyone witnessed back at Lena’s mansion, Kara knew that it wouldn’t work for long. She had to move fast before you woke up, because if that happened, she wouldn’t know if she was staring into the eyes of her spouse, or into the eyes of her enemy, and Kara hated not knowing which it would be.

J’onn stood outside of the room with his arms crossed, his face focused as he stared at your restrained body. Alex was beside him with a tablet in her arms, typing something onto it. They both heard Kara and Angel approach and turned to greet them.

“Hey, are you sure that you should be up?” Alex asked as she handed her tablet to J’onn. She gave Kara a thorough look over to make sure that she was actually alright.

“Hey, I’m okay, I promise. I just feel very nauseous,” she said. Alex kept observing her, noting the slight paleness to her skin and the way her blue eyes seemed duller.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Kara shrugged. “I’m as okay as I’m going to be right now. I’ll be better once I get Y/n back.”

Alex could understand that. It wasn’t just the kryptonite exposure talking. There had to be some mental aspect to it as well. There was no way she would be okay with your state right now. To be honest, Alex didn’t understand how she wasn’t breaking down this very second.”

Alex nodded. “How do we do that?”

“We’ll need J’onn for this.”

At the mention of his name, J’onn turned around and raised a quizzical eyebrow.

***

Reign was trapped with you in the forest again, and she looked positively irate.

Good.

It was best that she turned her focus onto you instead of your daughter. You’re still not too sure about how she ended up back here with you. You just remember hearing Kara’s voice, remembering that way it sounded so desperate, so sad, and on some level, so very angry. It filled you despair, and you just remember thinking that you would do anything to protect Angel. Anything. Maybe anything entailed snatching her back here.

“I’ve had enough of you!” she roared.

Oh yeah. She was most definitely mad but somehow that didn’t scare you like it usually would. You were happy and relieved that, for now, she wouldn’t be able to harm Kara or Angel. It was a small victory, and you’d take them where you could. You managed to duck behind a tree right as she shot lasers at you, and you huddled close to the trunk. Now that the immediate crisis was out of the way, what now? Would you have to run away from her for the rest of your existence? What if you lost your memory again and you forgot why you were running?

Tree bark exploded outwards, splinters of singed wood flying centimeters from your face, and you covered your cheek as you sank lower to the ground. Reign was roaring, shooting blindly into the shadows of the forest. This was…not like her. Of course, not saying that you knew her. You wanted nothing to do with the psycho, but this wasn’t typical behavior for sure. Reign was usually calm and composed, but now, she was acting rabid. It was like she lost her nerve somehow. Like she’d cracked. You couldn’t stop the satisfactory smile that spread across your lips. You did that.

You. Did. That.

In all this time you thought that you were a screw up, but for once, you did everything right. You saved your family and in the process of doing so, caused an alien to lose her mind. You tried not to feel too smug, but it wasn’t working. The feeling swirled all around you, cushioning your chest with a feeling of happiness that you hadn’t felt in a while. You laughed.

“You repugnant human! You won’t be laughing when I’m done with you!”

Oops. You blanched. Best not to taunt the beast right now.

***

“Okay so what is the plan again?” Alex asked as she rubbed her temples. Kara could see the vein throbbing in her forehead, and she offered a steady hand on her shoulder.

“J’onn is going to create a psychic link between myself and Y/n. I need to get in there and see what exactly is going on.”

J’onn grunted. He didn’t really offer any words, but Kara could tell from his body language that he wasn’t too thrilled about her plan either.

“J’onn if you do this, will you be able to help her?”

J’onn shook his head. “All of my focus will be on maintaining the link. I won’t have the energy to do that and project on consciousness too.”

Alex groaned. The noise fell from her lips as her eyes closed tightly. “I swear, you always choose the worst plans.”

Kara chuckled as she held Angel close and kissed her forehead. Kara did have a penchant for that, for choosing the plans that always put herself in danger. She wanted it that way though. No one else was the Girl of Steel. No one else was bullet proof or fireproof. She would gladly keep throwing herself into harms way if that means that everyone else is safe. It wasn’t even about being noble. It was just about being practical.

“I’m going with you.”

And just like that, the smile was gone. “No, Alex. That’s way too dangerous. I won’t even know what to expect once we get there.”

She was already standing up, and the moment Kara watched her raise an eyebrow, was the moment she knew that there would be no point in arguing. Her mind was already made up.

“All the more reason why you’re not going by yourself.”

“I’ll put you two in the room next door,” J’onn said. “You’ll still be close enough for me to maintain the link but far away out of danger in case something goes wrong.”

Everyone nodded and Kara turned to her daughter.

“Do you mind staying with me,” she asked her. “It’ll help knowing that you’re nearby.”

“You’re kidding right, momma? Like you even have to ask? I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

Kara smiled and hugged her close. What would she do without her?

It took a couple more minutes to get everything prepped. It would have taken longer had Kara not used her super speed. Urgency drove her, and she zipped all around the room as she prepared the equipment Alex asked for. Then it was matter of seconds hooking up all the sensors, the heart monitor, and the EEG machine. The last one was specifically asked by J’onn. He needed to know how a link of this magnitude would affect their brains and having one would put him more at ease, especially if something were to go wrong.

Now Kara and Alex laid side by side. With one hand, Kara held Alex’s, and with the other hand, she held Angel’s, who was seated on her other side. J’onn stood behind them, his body rigid.

“Ladies, the sooner you get there and get Y/n, the better. I fear I won’t be able to hold this for long.”

Kara nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. “You got this J’onn.”

He nodded, offering a small smile back, before turning his attention back to the task at hand. His eyes focused on nothing, but his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Kara watched as they began glowing a bright red, and then it was the very last thing she remembered before her world went dark.

Part 17

[clouditae]

First Love | 05

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing | fear of someone

Word: 2.1k

You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

You sit in silence, hands rubbing together as the loud chatter rings all around. You’re trying to calm your nerves, but you can’t keep calm. You don’t want to be here. You just want to go back to your dorm and lie in bed for the rest of your life. 

“Y/N?” a voice calls. You stand to your feet as an officer on the other side of the hall opens the door further. “You ready?” When you give a short nod, he says, “All right, follow me.” However, when you are hesitant to follow, he smiles reassuringly and in understanding. 

The chair creaks behind you. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be out here waiting for you,” Yoongi tells you, placing his hand on top of your head as he lightly pushes you towards the officer. 

Entering the small room, the officer closes the door behind him. “Now, Y/N, we believe we have found the suspect, but it’s always best to have the witness confirm. In a second, through this window”—the officer points at the large window that shows nothing but a wall with lines and numbers showing someone’s height—“six people are going to go in, and we are going to need you to identify which person is Mr. Walter. Just state the number you believe is Mr. Walter.” 

You nod in response, hearing a small, “send them in”, and a door opens from inside the room on the other side of the window. Six men walk in, all of similar height, build and complexion line up against the wall. When they turn to face you, your eyes immediately find Leo. He looks mad, even worse than yesterday. You don’t want to be here. You want to leave. 

“Y/N,” the officer begins, standing next to you, “Mr. Walter can’t see you, and when we throw him in jail, he’s going back home to spend time there since he violated the restraining order.” He smiles at you, making you feel a bit more at ease. 

“Number three,” you tell him, voice a bit shaky. 

Everything after that is a blur. The suspects disappear behind the door they came through, the officer is talking you through the following steps, you do some other things you don't remember, and you’re finally leaving the station. 

You stand outside the police station, taking in the biggest gasp of air and wiping away a few tears that fall. You’re done. You’re not going to see him again. That's what you want to believe. That's what you are hoping for. To never see the anger he had in his eyes, never to feel the fear you felt that night. 

There is a tap on the side of your head. Looking up, you see Yoongi standing next to you, eyes looking ahead. “Let's go,” he tells you, walking ahead towards the parking lot. 

You follow, feeling mentally exhausted as you get into the passenger seat. 

Turning the key, his car comes to life. Resting your head against the window, Yoongi puts the car in reverse and drives out of the police station parking lot. The two of you ride in silence, going down the familiar streets that lead towards the dorms where you can collapse into bed and sleep the day away. You might not even go to school tomorrow. As you get closer to the dormitory, Yoongi doesn’t stop. He continues down the street. 

You turn your head to look at him in confusion, but he keeps his eyes on the road and makes no side glance at you. “I’m hungry,” is all he says. After a few minutes of driving, he pulls into the parking lot of a small café. Finding a parking spot, and turning off the car, you follow Yoongi out of the vehicle and into the pastel blue building. 

When you enter, you are met with the instant smell of coffee and pancakes. The smell is so overwhelming it makes your stomach rumble, letting you know just how hungry you are. Inside the café is quite quant. Booths run along one side of the wall, chairs lining around the counter in the center. A few servers walk around, handing plates, picking them up and taking orders. 

You follow Yoongi as he takes a seat in an empty booth. You sit across from him as a waiter comes up and greets you. 

“Good morning,” he begins, pulling out a notepad and pen, “what would you like to drink?”

“Coffee,” Yoongi says, grabbing the menu from behind the ketchup bottle at the end of the table. 

The waiter jots it down, eyes meeting yours as he finishes writing. “Orange juice please,” you tell him, giving a small, exhausted smile. 

He nods, writing your order down before saying, “Will this be a separate check or together?”

You open your mouth to answer, but Yoongi beats you to it, “Together.” 

That catches you off guard, and it’s clearly evident on your face as you can hear the waiter clear his throat and tell Yoongi, “okay” before walking away. 

“Don’t argue,” he tells you, not even glancing up at you as he browses through the menu. 

You want to argue. Tell him that you can pay for yourself, but you don’t want to cause a scene, so you decide to not argue with him and to pay him back once you’re given the opportunity. You grab the menu, quickly looking through it for something that catches your eye the most. You take a mental note to pay Yoongi back. You hope you can remember to write it down when you get back to your dorm. Whether it be cash or paying him back by food, you will pay him back nevertheless. 

The two of you are back to sitting in silence after the waiter took your order. However, there’s a nagging feeling within you saying you need to thank him for yesterday and today. The voice is telling you how to thank him—creating the scenario in your head before anything could be forced past your lips. 

Finally, the words are coming out, “I want to thank you.” You watch him as he looks up from his phone, eyes meeting yours and immediately your heart is racing. “For helping me yesterday with Leo, for calling the police on him”—you suck in a deep breath—“and for being there for me today.” You look down at your lap, unable to meet his gaze any longer. “I know that you’re only supposed to help me find a boyfriend, but I really appreciate you helping me with this too.” You’re really fighting back the tears. “I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t there to stop him.” 

“Well,” he begins, your attention going up to him as he leans back in his seat, “you can pay me back by getting yourself a boyfriend. I don’t want any other ways of paying me back.” 

You aren’t really sure as to how you should take that statement, but you say nothing and nod as the waiter comes up to your table with your breakfast. For the remaining hour or so, you and Yoongi say nothing. You don’t know what to talk about, and it’s strange that he hasn’t said anything at all. It’s strange even though the two of you haven’t known each other that long. You’re used to him nagging about something you did.

By the time the two of you are done, you’re trying to calm yourself. No matter what you say to yourself, no matter what you imagine, you can’t keep your heart rate at an even pace. Some time in the middle of eating your pancake, you begin to think of this as being a date. You imagine this being your first date as a couple. Him surprising you by knocking at your door and telling you to get dressed, him leading you towards his car with no hint as to where you’re going. He takes you here first, the two of you eat in a comfortable silence, and then when you’re done, he leads you back to the car. From there, everything would be an adventure. An adventure of fun and romance. 

And you’re having such a hard time keeping yourself together. You can’t look him in the eyes, you can’t utter a word without stuttering like an idiot. So, you keep to yourself until Yoongi pulls up to the dorms, finds a parking spot, and the two of you are out of his car. You want to make a run for your room, but that would be weird and embarrassing for you, so you walk ahead of him, remembering how the two of you aren’t supposed to be seen together. 

Thankfully no one is really up yet, but the front desk’s window is now open as you walk up to the door to your dorm building. Then you remember you don’t have your ID with you to open the door, and so you stand staring inside the building like an even bigger idiot than you were ten minutes ago. You’re about to press the button to call the desk when Yoongi appears next to you, his ID in his hand. He says nothing as you move to the side while he presses his ID to the scanner, hearing a beep and opening the door. You follow in giving a quiet ‘thank you’ before quickly making your way towards the desk. The woman behind the desk smiles at you as you walk up to her. 

“Can I help you?” she questions, pressing the power button to the computer. 

“I got locked out of my dorm room last night,” you tell her. 

“Okay. Can I see your ID?” She holds out her hand for you to give her the ID.

“That’s another problem. My ID is in my room too.”

She slowly nods. “Do you have any ID?” You shake your head and her expression changes. She looks at you like you’re trying to break into someone’s room. “I can’t let you in without any identification to prove you live here.”

You felt your heart drop. “Please,” you whisper. “I can tell you everything about myself. My address, my social security, my date of birth—I’ve had a long night and all I want to do is go to my room and sleep.” Your vision was getting blurry and you know you’re on the verge of crying. Something you did not want to do in front of this stranger. 

She stares at you for a moment, as if she’s contemplating on what to do. Finally, as you wipe your eyes, she says, “Let me see what I can do.” You nod in appreciation, watching her type away at her computer. After a few seconds, she confirms that you live in the dorms. She never tells you how she confirmed this as she opens your door for you. “Try your best to have something next time, okay?”

“I will. Thank you so much.” She only gives you a curt nod in reply as she walks back down the hall towards the staircase. You close the door, feeling relieved that you’re finally alone. Pressing your forehead against the door, you let out a small whimper. 

You’ve felt exhausted before. You’ve felt drained before, but this time… 

This time you feel drained in more ways than one. Mentally. Physically. You want to cry, scream and sleep the entire day away. You just want this weekend to be over and for Monday to come so you can distract yourself and forget all about what happened. As you push yourself off the door, you can see yourself in the reflection from your peripheral. You can’t help but look in the mirror. You forgot you were in your pajamas, wearing Yoongi’s sneakers, and eyes red and puffy from your crying yesterday. You look like a mess. 

You sigh, take off Yoongi’s sneakers and climb into bed—you’ll have to give them back the next time you see him. Pulling the blanket over your body, you burry your head in your pillow and cry yourself to sleep. Just like you did yesterday. 

He was sent to jail. There is nothing to be afraid of. He’s going to jail in his hometown. He’ll be far away from you. There is nothing to be afraid of. 

The sound of the door opening catches your attention. When it closes, followed by the loud bang it usually gives, your bed shakes and the bang sounds like it’s coming from next door. Is Yoongi barely entering his room? Where was he when he entered the building with you?

You like to imagine he was watching over you while you talked with the lady at the front desk, making sure you got to your room. It put you at ease just a bit.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION for Switch ;; More, Blood ー Azusa Dark [Prologue]

Monologue

For as long as I can remember,

I was not granted a reality,

in which I could live my life while kept safe,

by someone or something.

The people walking by all looked so happy,

as if everything my heart could ever desire,

came to them naturally,

just like breathing.

And there I was, all by myself,

simply continuing to ponder,

whether I was actually alive,

or long dead.

When I gaze up at the blue skies,

the light stings in my eyes for some reason.

So I figured,

that I was probably alive.

Being alive felt meaningless,

and something I was barely even aware of.

Which conditions one has to meet,

to be able to consider themselves ‘alive’,

even this was a mystery to me.

Does breathing and eating,

equal being alive?

I posed myself this question time after time,

as I opened and closed the palm of my hand.

Unless I was moving part of my body like this,

it almost felt as if,

I was dead.

A proof of living. 

And a reason to live.

That was all I yearned for.

ー The scene starts with a flashback of a younger Azusa in the city

Azusa: ...

( The gypsies scooped up an orphan like myself from the side of the road as I was about to starve to death... )

( I’ll stay here by myself like this, to at least ensure I don’t cause any of them any trouble... )

( That is all I can do. I have no other value... )

( My life is completely meaningless...I might as well be dead... )

...

*SWOOSH*

Azusa: Ah...!

Justin: Oi, lil’ stray boy! (1)

Why are you sitting over there? You’re an eyesore!

Azusa: S-Sorrーー

*THUD*

Justin: Shut that annoying mouth of yours!

Azusa: ...

Geez...

Christina: Exactly! You tell him, Justin!

You’re still alive because we were so kind to pick you up from the streets after all!

So you better listen to us!

*Smack*

Azusa: ーー!

*Smack smack*

Azusa: Uu...

*THUD THUD*

Azusa: ...

Melissa: Ufufu~ He won’t complain at all even if we beat him up...!

I guess trash doesn’t have any pride, huh?

Well...I guess a kid who had to get picked up from the streets doesn’t even know how to talk back. Right, Justin~?

Justin: Yeah, maybeーー!

*THUD THUD*

Justin: Haah, haah, haah...

Azusa: ...Uu...

*THUD THUD*

Azusa: ...Ugh.

Justin: Nn...?

Azusa: ...Fufu...

Christina: W-What’s wrong with him...?

Azusa: Ahaha...!

Melissa: W-Wait! What’s so funny!?

Azusa: ...Hey, please? Punch me more.

Justin: Haah!?

Azusa: More, do it more and more. Keep going until I’m completely battered and bruised, I’m begging you...

More...Punch me more...

Justin: ...Disgusting...

ー The other kids leave

Azusa: Ah...Wait...Hold up...

Why are you leaving...? Hey! Why!?

...Aah...It hurts...Fufu.

Monologue

Humankind is stuck in a cursed vicious circle,

in which one thing always leads to another.(2)

Without a real meaning, without a real reason.

Those kids who punched me,

are beaten up by someone in town on a daily basis as well.

They have rocks thrown at them, and are yelled at.

And because of this unspoken curse,

they take out everything on me.

Their pent up anger,

eventually all ends up in one place,

and that is me.

It is my duty,

to take their beating,

That is my ‘reason to be alive’

ー The flashback ends as the scene shifts to the living room

Azusa: ...

...Uu...He’s...my...

Yui: Azusa-kun...? What’s wrong?

Azusa: They’re all...my...precious...

Yui: ( I wonder what has gotten into him all of a sudden? It’s as if he can’t hear me at all. )

Azusa: ...Justin...Christina...Melissa...

Fufu...Fufufu...

Ruki: Oi, Azusa. Cut it out. You can talk to yourself somewhere else.

Azusa: W-Wait...I’m filling them in on the news right now.

Yui: ( Them? Filling in? What is he going on about? )

Ruki: Haah...Oi, you. Are you sure you want this guy?

Yui: Y-Yes...

( Well, we actually decided through the cards. )

Ruki: Hmph. ...Okay then. Suit yourself.

ー Ruki walks away

Kou: Fufu~ M-neko-chan, good luck with our troublemaker now that you’ve chosen him?

Azusa-kun can be quite the handful, you know? Although, I don’t think he’s a bad guy at heart...

Yui: Y-Yeah...

( They’re actually leaving him in my care instead... )

Is he that hard to handle?

Kou: One hundred percent! (3) Isn’t that obvious? Fufu~

Yui: ( I-I see...Well, I guess he seems a little off, or rather mysterious...? )

( I probably shouldn’t say this about someone but he might even be a little...creepy. )

Kou: I’m sure you’ll regret it in the end. Finding yourself wishing you had chosen me instead, you see?

ー Kou leaves

Yui: ( There he goes... )

Yuma: ...

Yui: Uhm, Yuma-kun...

Yuma: What? Don’t talk to me like we’re pals.

See ya.

ー Yuma leaves too

Yui: ...

( They all left... )

( W-What now? I’m all alone with Azusa-kun now... )

Azusa: Fufu...Fufufu...

Yui: ( Uu...What should I do? He’s totally lost in his own thoughts. Can I talk to him...? )

U-Uhm...

Azusa: ...Fufu...

Yui: Excuse me...!

Azusa: ...Nn? ...Yes?

Yui: ( Aah, thank god. Seems like he took notice of me at least. )

Azusa: ...Say. Can I ask one thing?

Yui: ( I-I wonder what it could be...? )

Azusa: Do you...like me?

Yui: Eh?

Azusa: Ah. I’m sorry for...startling you. In that case, I’ll change my question.

Can you...punch me?

Yui: Eh...?

Azusa: I’m asking a serious question. Can you hit me, cut me, or kick me away?

Yui: N-No way. I can’t do that. I’m not exactly...

Azusa: ...I see.

What a shame, very much so...

I mean...I’m this close to you, yet you won’t punch me...

Yui: ( Azusa-kun actually looks disappointed... )

( However, you can’t expect someone to just punch you out of nowhere. )

Azusa: Do you hate me...? ...I see...

Yui: Eh...?

Azusa: But...I don’t dislike you.

Yui: Why? We only just met...

Azusa: Why? That’s because...we have the same scent.

Yui: The same? What do you mean?

Azusa: ...So, please...Let me suck your blood.

Yui: Eh? W-Wait...That doesn’t answer my question...?

Azusa: Can I? You don’t mind, do you? It’s fine...Right?

Yui: ( It’s no use. I’m not getting through to him! )

Azusa: Look, I’ll suck youーー Nn!

ー Azusa bites her

Yui: Ah...!

Azusa: ...Nn...Haah...

Aah, it’s so delicious...I want more, more...

You’re so lucky to have...this kind of blood...

This is...Eve’s blood...Hah...Nn...

Nn...Phew...

Yui: Stop...!

Azusa: ...

Yui: Y-You can’t!

Azusa: Fufu...You’re rather shameless, pretending to dislike it like that.

But you actually love this, don’t you? Being treated like thisーー

Yui: No...!

Azusa: ...

...Fufu. The more you fight back, the sweeter and richer your blood becomes...

We really are alike, two of a kind...

Yui: ( We’re two of a kind? What does heーー )

Azusa: Nn...!

Yui: Uu...!

Azusa: Aah...Delicious...

Say, does it hurt...? Where does it hurt the most?

Here, maybeーー?

Yui: Nn...!

Azusa: Oh, right here, huh...?

I’ll suck you more, okay? Don’t worry...You’re overjoyed, aren’t you?

Yui: I-It hurts! Azusa-kun...!!

Azusa: Hurts...?

I see, it hurts, huh...?

Fufu, haah...Aren’t you glad?

More pain is obviously better, isn’t it? I’ll make you feel it even more.

You are so very precious after allーー Nn...

My Eve...Haah...

Yui: Uu...Kuh.

( Why do things turn out...like this? Who is...’Eve’? )

Monologue

The more I protest,

the more intense Azusa-kun’s blood-sucking becomes.

I knew I had to run away.

However, the more I fought back,

the more he restrained me with force,

to the point where I was left wondering,

where he even found such strength...

I had no other choice,

but to let Azusa-kun indulge in meーー

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Justin calls him 拾われ物 or ‘hiroware-mono’ here, which literally means ‘something which has been picked up’. 

(2) Literally it says that ‘being born eventually results into death, and with each death, new life is born’. In this context, I assume it is referring to something like ‘abuse creates abusers’, pointing towards the strong, natural connection between two different things. 

(3) Kou literally says ‘360 degrees’ but I felt like 100% was easier to understand for most people. 

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Yandere Kirishima x Reader - Reprimand

Unfortunately, I’m back! Hopefully I’ll get back into a more regular upload schedule from now on. Anyway, here’s part two to this! I know this isn’t great, but I needed to write something to get myself out of this rut. Also this is sort of a Christmas offering to @ikinabi​, if this pleases you then my life is fulfilled. Also I like yandere Kirishima apparently so I might just make this a series or something. Enjoy! xoxo

(Part 1)

TW: Sorta NSFW, yandere, blood, asphyxiation, physical abuse

“So pretty...” 

Your captor mumbled as calloused fingers combed through your locks. It was therapeutic to Eijirou; to tend to your hair every morning before the hero left for work. You were crushed against his firm torso, ensuring you couldn’t slip from his grasp. Your cries and pleas were met with dismissive hums, as he assured you again and again that ‘There’s no need to be scared, princess’. All he wanted was to take care of you, and for you to just let him. Crimson eyes gleamed with childlike anticipation as he twirled you toward the mirror. “What’dya think, babe? Do you like it?” His voice was dripping with excitement, craving your approval like a coveted drug. His efforts, despite being the product of his drowning adoration, did not produce a... refined result. It was established early during your captivity that submission was met with reward; a kiss to remove that damnable gag, an embrace to rid yourself of the burning ropes around your wrist. So you nodded, slowly and hesitantly as tears trickled down your cheeks. A grin, sharp and beaming, cut across his face. That love-drunk gaze, so maniacal in its infatuation, was enough to chill you to the core. It was a routine Eijirou was adamant on maintaining.

It soon proved to be his mistake. 

You stilled your breath in an attempt to make your fingers do the same. The hair-pin in each hand rattled against the lock. Just like they do in the movies, you told yourself over and over, hoping it would somehow cease the shaking of your fingers. Behind that reinforced window, was freedom. Kirishima was attending some mandatory gala event among his fellow heroes, giving you ample time to enact your escape, and the cover of night would prove useful against the subsequent man-hunt that would surely ensue after he found you missing. The promise of breathing air unpolluted by his musk or the intrusive scent of his cologne was utterly tantalizing. That hope, that dream, was made more tangible with each click and slide of the lock mechanism.

“C’mon...” You muttered, the tension against the pins mounting, threatening to snap as they inched further into the lock. Then, slicing through the silence, an almost deafening creak resounded.

The window didn’t budge. You struggled to breathe as it became clear - footsteps, pounding toward you. Trembling hands released their hold on the hair-pins, falling to the floor. It was hard not to scream in frustration, or breakdown in insurmountable terror. The door inched open, an exasperated sigh escaping your captor as he sauntered in. Each step toward you made you wince as they echoed throughout the room. You suppressed a shriek when strong arms coiled around your torso, his nose pressing against the base of your neck. Kirishima inhaled deeply - he had to get his fill after being apart from you for so long. He hummed, pressing his lips gently upon your skin.

“I missed you so much, princess. I wish you could’ve come with me.” He let out a tired chuckle as his chin rested upon your shoulder. “They don’t think you’re real, would you believe it? Saying shit like if you were really my girlfriend you’d be there with me.” A lingered kiss was placed upon your cheek. “But you are real-” Calloused fingertips explored your arms, shoulders, every piece of exposed skin he could relish in. The sound of his breath hitching, it’s warmth invading the nape of your neck, made your heart pound faster - he was getting excited, that much was certain.

“And you’re all mine.” He traced kisses across your neck, quietly reaffirming ‘mine’ between each affection. Gently, he gripped you by the waist and pulled you toward the bed. Slowly sitting himself upon the mattress, he pulled you atop his strong, muscular thighs. “Isn’t that right, princess?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding frantically. A deep hum resonated from his chest, digits lovingly raking through your hair.

Oh god, your hair. The accessories he’d so carefully placed were now strewn about the floor. Your thoughts grew panicked, nigh incomprehensible. He could notice, he would piece it together, if he found out he’d surely -

“Come on, (Y/n), talk to me.” His tongue clicked in his mouth, rough fingers gripping your chin and turning you to face him as carefully as he could. Seeing his face, his serene smile, was enough to make the words ball in your throat. Your lips quivered, his eyes beaming as he anticipated the sound of your angelic voice.

“I c-could’ve come with you, I-” A fervent kiss silenced you, his hand cupping your cheek to support the exchange. He pulled away, brows clearly furrowed. With a disheartening sigh, Kirishima shook his head.

“You know I can’t do that, babe.” His lips lunged to your neck, imprinting kisses against the tender flesh. “I want to, I really do. I want to show everyone how lucky I am,” His mouth shifted to your shoulder, your eyes widening as you felt his sharp teeth graze your skin. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.” With animalistic ferocity, he sunk his teeth into your flesh. You whimpered in pain, tears pricking your eyes as you felt blood seep from the wound. Kirishima was eager to lap up the warm substance, working and sucking against the imprint. A powerful arm wrapped around you, keeping you from flinching away as he properly marked you. You opted to squeeze your eyes shut; to pretend you were anywhere but here. A smirk pressed against your skin, a satisfied grunt erupting from the hero at your apparent complacency. “Such a good girl for me.”

His large hand rested against the back of your head, digits entangling with strands of your hair. You felt him pause, and you could swear your heart did the same. Had he noticed? You had to distract him, he couldn’t be allowed find out.

Against your better judgement, you shifted upon his lap until your body faced his. Hesitantly, your hands met his broad chest, inching toward the collar of his dress shirt. His mouth was slightly agape, his pupils dilated with a cocktail of surprise and excitement. Kirishima couldn’t believe what was happening, you were initiating it. Shaky fingers hooked against his tie, slowly working to undo the tight knot. You didn’t dare meet his gaze, terrified of glimpsing at the lust that swirled among the crimson. “B-babe? What are you doing?” His face flared with an impossible red, his pants growing tighter and more uncomfortable with each passing second.

“I-I want to be good for you, Ei-Eijirou.” You cursed at the transparent fraudulence of your words. Kirishima, however, was too euphoric to care. Unsatisfied with the clumsy pace of your digits, he violently yanked his tie away. He made quick work of his shirt buttons, exposing the powerful mass of muscle hidden beneath. His large hands gripped your wrists tightly, guiding your palms against his sculpted torso. He eased them across the rigid canyons of his abdomen, his blush darkening at your touch. 

“S-so strong...” You rest your palms against his defined chest, leaning into the crook of his neck. The scent of his expensive cologne is overbearing as you imprint a fleeting kiss upon his skin. You feel his heart thump, his breath growing more erratic and unrestrained.

“F-fuck, princess,” Eijirou grits his teeth as you gently knead his flesh, throwing his head back to allow you more leeway. “I-It’s all to protect you, so I can keep you safe.” His muscles tense, affirming the immense power they hold. You pause to breathe, to steady yourself. It’s hard not to feel disgusted, not when that prominent protrusion bucks roughly against you.

But Kirishima is impatient. In an instant, you’re thrown unto your back, Eijirou looming over you with your wrists pinned beside your head. Lips smash against your own, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. He presses his powerful body atop yours, his deep rumbles of delight sending vibrations across your skin. Shark-like teeth sink into your lips, humming as he savors the delectable metallic taste. Your pained whimpers, your weak gasps for air, they’re all so adorable. His fingers intertwine with your locks, pulling slightly to allow his tongue greater dominion over yours.

At first, you're relieved when he finally pulls away - desperately trying to fulfill the oxygen debt he so eagerly created. But relief melts into abject terror as the muscles of his brow tense, his eyes squinting in scrutiny. Despite the invasive heat of his heavy pants against your face, you’re frozen. 

“Babe...” Kirishima agonizingly pauses. You wanted to break free from his suffocating gaze, but it was futile - every fiber of your being was utterly petrified. “Where’s your..” He glanced back to the window.

You couldn’t hold it back, the tears trailing down your cheeks. He figured it out, didn’t he? 

“Ei-Eijirou it’s not-”

His head snapped back to you. Fury danced upon the rigidity of his features, his breathing labored from barely restrained rage rather than impassioned lust. That voice, often jovial, was seethed through barred teeth. “Did you...?”

You choked on your frantic words, your sobs indicative of your guilt. “I-I’m sorry! I promise, I-I won’t try it ever -”

“Shut up,” Kirishima growls. His grip on your wrists tighten painfully, eliciting a sharp cry. In an instant, he releases his hold on one arm, slamming a balled fist into the bed mere inches away from your head. Your mouth gapes in terror, his knuckles straining threateningly against the skin. The fingers unfurl, instead quickly snaking around your throat in a vice grip. His thumb hardens, pressing against your windpipe with a crushing force. Hot, angry tears trail down his face, his teeth grinding against each other as he spits a stream of muttered vulgarities. You’re gasping; silently pleading for the respite of air, which only spurs his thumb to drive deeper against your throat.

“Why are you making me do this?!” Eijirou squeezed his eyes shut, heart wrenching in his chest. “I don’t want to hurt you. Why can’t you just let me keep you safe? What if you got hurt out there?” Every word threatens to break, his voice unsteady and pained. “Why couldn’t you just behave?!”

Kirishima’s senses regain when he sees your eyelids dipping, releasing his immovable hold. He cups your cheeks with calloused palms, tears mingling with your own as they drip upon your face. Somehow, his softened expression of apprehension is more terrifying than that of rage.

“I’ve been too lenient, haven’t I?” His hand left your cheek, slowly inching down your arm as he shook his head. Eijirou’s fingers interlocked with yours - and they harden. He isn’t choking you anymore, so why can’t you breathe?

“I’m sorry, princess. I don’t want to do this, but what choice do I have?”

You shake your head frantically, your sobs amplifying. He flashes a weak smile, a deranged attempt at reassurance.

“I-I need to punish you, (Y/n). How else are you going to learn?” A brief, apologetic kiss is placed at the corner of your mouth.

The hardened digits crushingly tighten.

“I just want the best for you. You know that, right?”

Tighter

All that work to earn his praise and leniency - gone. That trust you so meticulously earned was crushed, the bones in your hand threatening to do the same. Kirshima shushed your whimpers and cries of pain as he tightened his grip.

“Please, don’t make this harder than it has to be. Take it like a good girl, for me.”

Tighter

Blinding agony, blurred vision, his voice resounding against your ear.

“I love you,”

Tighter

“So never make me do this again.”

[quillandink333]

Scarlet Carnations ~ Part III

BotW Link X Zelda ~ Detective AU

Rating: T

Word Count: 2k

WARNINGS: death, murder, loss, trauma, blood and gore, terrorism, organized crime, self-harm

Summary: Inspector Zelda Hyrule, assisted by the faithful Constable Link Fyori, is infamous for cracking the most confounding of cases in a town dominated by crime. Her latest assignment is to solve the murder of her own godmother, Impa Sheikah, the late CEO of Sheikah Tech. Incorporated, while staying under the radar of the dreaded Yiga organization.

Part I • Part II • Part III • Part IV • Part V • Part VI • Part VII • Epilogue • Masterlist

The investigation was still underway a week or so later, still without even a semblance of a lead to go on, or at least not a favourable one. Auntie Purah still had yet to take the Slate into the lab as she’d promised, which was understandable. She was still in deep mourning, after all. I, however, still got up at six o’clock each and every day to make my way to the site, as if the murderer would one day just walk out into the open if I waited long enough.

Truth be told, despite my conscious efforts to suppress it, a part of me deep down was growing weary of one fruitless search after another. Most of the cases I’d led up to this one had been closed within a maximum three days. Admittedly I’d even begun to consider ways to dispose of the fatal evidence I’d been carrying with me since the start of all this. No one but Paya and I knew of its existence, and no one but us would ever have to. Besides, if these egregious felonies truly were the designs of the organization—which they had to be—there was no way I’d ever find any clues leading toward the perpetrator’s true identity, let alone that of their ever elusive boss.

And yet, every morning when I returned to the scene of the crime, with officers bustling about and those who remained of my family sitting quietly in another room, I was reminded of my ultimate purpose. It wasn’t a matter of being able or unable to catch my godmother’s killer. It was one of necessity. Letting them roam the streets as they pleased was not even a part of the equation. I hadn’t spent the better part of the last decade toiling away to reach my current level of authority as a detective investigator simply to throw it all away as soon as my will was tested. That wasn’t what Auntie Impa, nor what Mother, would’ve wanted. I had to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.

What happened next, however, would make my distress up until then seem almost laughable.

I was made aware of it via wire on one muggy afternoon at my office, when I’d decided to work on typewriting up some reports. I picked up the phone only to hear the wails of one distraught Auntie Purah on the other end.

“Zelda, it’s terrible!” she cried. “The Slate—Impa’s Slate—I’ve looked everywhere, and so have Paya and Symin and all the men here on duty, but I—it’s...we can’t—we haven’t...” The poor, old woman was hyperventilating, creating awful static noises through the speaker’s papery membrane.

“Auntie, it’s okay. Calm down,” I urged gently. “Take a few deep breaths.”

“Alright...” A few moments of silence went by before I heard her voice again. “Thank you, dear.”

“Not at all. Now, what were you saying about the Slate?”

“It’s been stolen.”

I froze, breath stagnant and eyes glued to the edge of my desk. “It’s—what?”

“Stolen,” she repeated, only deepening the pit forming in my stomach, from where my heart was now pounding. “Right out from under our noses. We’ve searched high and low for it, but there’s been no sign of it, or the thief.”

I had to reign in my voice before I’d start shouting at her. “H-How can you be sure it was stolen?” The vigilant Link’s eyes now bore into me with intensity from his place by the file cabinets.

“The lock on the safe,” blubbered my auntie, “the one in the study that it’s always kept in. You know the one?”

“Yes?”

“It was broken, and the safe was empty.”

“But...that’s impossible.”

“Precisely!” she cried, giving me a start. “I still haven’t the foggiest how they did it.”

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

With that, I hung up and prepared for immediate departure, my assistant just a few paces behind me. I had to see this for myself.

Surely enough, when we arrived, the safe’s lock was destroyed beyond repair, and there was nothing but dust to be found inside. Unsurprisingly, the thief had been careful to leave no fingerprints behind, just as the killer had been. For now, though, it was too soon to say for certain that the same individual was behind both crimes.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed the lock mechanism had been melted. My eyes widened. “That’s not something you see every day.” Constable Fyori crouched down beside me, then gave a similar reaction when he noticed the cause of my astonishment.

The thief had to have been someone with access to a welding torch or something along those lines. There certainly weren’t many who fit that description, save for the police. In fact, the whole reason they were issued out to a select few officers was for this very purpose, but situations requiring said officers to break locks such as this one using such extreme methods were few and far between. Nevertheless, the possibility stood.

It was for this reason that I finally gave in and decided to take up the case with the chief detective once we’d finished here. As always, Constable Fyori accompanied me thereto.

Chief Bosphoramus’ office was neither too grand nor too modest, not unlike my own, though it still clearly belonged to someone of high rank. It resided on the third floor of the three-storey building where my dear colleague and I made our livelihoods, boasting a broad view of the deceivingly peaceful streets below.

“It seems UC3680G662LL was the only officer on the scene who was equipped with a cutting torch,” relayed the old man, hunched over the records lain across his desk. “Unfortunately, however, he resigned just yesterday.”

I waited a number of seconds for him to follow up with something useful, but to no avail. “So...what? You’re saying we can’t go question him now? Because he ran away?”

He clasped his fingers together in front of him, looking at me like an elementary school principal. “That is what I am saying, yes.”

I wanted to growl like a bear as imitated by a child, but I held it in. “You do realize what this means, don’t you?” I scoffed. “No doubt he was a member of the organization sent to steal the Slate after killing its owner.”

“Now you listen here, Inspector.” The chief’s tone turned serious. I closed my mouth. “You of all people should know that not a single square inch of this town is safe. Not even this precinct.”

“Yes, but Sir, surely you agree that this entire case has ‘Yiga’ written all over—”

“Are you mad?!”

His thundering voice made Link and I jump. The room fell silent, the chief’s eyes flickering between the door and the open window behind him.

Then he rose from his seat to close the shutters. “Have you some sort of death wish?” he continued at an infinitesimal volume in comparison.

I bit my tongue, restraining the urge to retort with, “Whose fault is that?” for I knew I would only be spinning my wheels. There’d once been a saying in this city: “When one sheep leads the way, all the rest follow.” And Chief Detective Bosphoramus was a perfect reflection of this. Every last member of the force was the same. Weak-willed curs. Shirking from their sworn duties and hiding away behind their shields of specious ignorance.

But despite the virus of cowardice festering throughout the bureau, my partner’s lasting air of calm resignation reminded me that no one could truly blame those affected by it.

The power that the Yiga organization possessed over the town was beyond compare. Those on City Council were nothing more than their puppets, and likewise were the police. Fear and massacre were the whips they raised to drive us all into submission and to punish any and all who had the will remaining to fight. But the one group who’d dared to challenge their might, who’d stood tall ever in the face of their tyranny, had been my godmother’s company. Thanks to her intelligent mind and righteous heart, the people had been given access to technology that would keep them safe, to a degree, from crime, and little by little, the company had developed into a beacon of hope for the town and its inhabitants. Until now.

Now, that hope had been snuffed out, like it had never been anything more than a week and vulnerable candle flame, flickering faint against the darkness of obscurity, in the first place.

Later that evening, when my gaze happened upon the knife block sitting on my kitchen counter at home, my steps halted. The scars on my arms left over from my last couple of years in secondary school—the period in my life following the yet unexplained events that had taken away the one I’d cherished most—had only just begun to fade. Even so...

I shook my head, turning my back to the kitchen. But then, I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder once more. I recalled the rush of adrenaline that took hold each time my skin was breached by icy steel. It was true that letting my emotions control me would get me nowhere, but maybe...maybe just this once, I could at least do something to assuage them.

Then the image of the gaping, dark red hole running straight through Auntie Impa’s neck flashed before my eyes. I covered my mouth, quickly swallowing the bile rising up from the bottom of my throat. The idea slipped my mind that very instant.

It wasn’t until the following day’s investigation that a substantial piece of the puzzle finally revealed itself to me.

For it to have taken a whole two days to find wasn’t all that unbelievable. Even I had to admit, although my stepsister was a spineless, tattling suck-up who’d always received far more credit and affection than she was worth, no one could have imagined her ever turning criminal.

Even so, I was certain that what I discovered there in her bedroom went against the expectations of all. Upon my entering, a faint glow of teal and tangerine peaking through the floorboards caught my eye. I went to lift the plank doing such poor work of hiding the thing from sight. There it was, unscratched and in perfect working condition, its screen lighting up and displaying that dastardly riddle I’d been confronted with several days prior and still didn’t know the answer to.

Although the mystery of where it had disappeared to had been solved, its reason for being here of all places was still unclear. Why would Paya have gone to such lengths just to get her hands on the Slate? It was difficult to imagine there being any information contained therein that she would want so direly to be kept secret from the world. She and her grandmother had been close since before I’d become a part of their family as a six-year-old.

Then something hard and marble-sized went flying across the floor when struck by the pointed toe of my shoe. I gave chase, soon realizing what it was when it slowed to a halt just before the south-facing wall of the room:

A bullet.

I didn’t even need to perform a striation comparison; anyone could clearly see that it matched the one I’d pried out of my mother’s memorial shrine. Whatever blood might’ve been here at one point must have simply been wiped up, and she must have stolen Link’s revolver with whatever methods she’d used to steal the Slate. Without a doubt, this room was the true crime scene I’d sought after since day one of the investigation.

But even in the face of this victory, I could hear the voices of those who would oppose me ringing in my ears. “Paya’s the mastermind?” they jeered. “Isn’t that a bit far-fetched?” But at this point, this case had already pushed me far beyond the boundaries of my patience. I didn’t have a single damn left to give about how flawed my logic might or might not have been. All that mattered now was that I had a suspect, and so help me, if I was correct in my line of thinking as suggested by the evidence, this criminal would receive no mercy.

[snowflake-of-destruction]

Imagine Roxas’s reaction to seeing Axel shirtless when he started getting buff for the first time

Enjoy the distraction of the evening and Roxas and Sora bonding, and be warned of language and reference to adult situations.

"Can I complain to you about Riku for a second?" Sora asked. It was perhaps not the ideal time to start a new conversation as Roxas was in the process of landing the gummi ship in a clear spot of grass in the courtyard outside the entrance to the keyblade academy at the Land of Departure, but that was how Sora was, keeping things in and then letting them explode forth at times that often seemed odd to others, but were simply the breaking point to him.

"No, I require at least ten minutes of complaining about Riku every week,"Roxas deadpanned, guiding the ship down between two others already parked. "You know the time table. Three minutes without air. Three days without food. Seven days without busting Riku's silver dusted balls."

"Gold," Sora chirped, unbuckling his restraints and going for the door.

"I'm going to regret this," Roxas sighed, half to himself as he followed suit,  "But...what?"

"Gold medal," Sora grinned. "Everything in that area is nothing less than first place." 

"Strongly disagree." Roxas screwed up his face in exaggerated disgust.

"You have no way of..." Sora complained as they started up to the castle.

"Please, can we get to the complaining?" Roxas cut him off.

"It's official even. The council of judges, me and Data Sora judging pictures saved on my gummi phone, awarded him the blue ribbon. I tied it..." 

"I will give you all the munny in my munny bag not to finish that sentence." It was pretty clear to Roxas that Sora was torturing him on purpose for crimes of his past lives. Sometimes he still hated his other.

"Then I suppose you don't want to hear about the ribbon cutting ceremony either? Or, well, it was more of a ribbon untying ceremony. I'm not usually good at tongue tricks like the cherry thing so I was kind of proud of myself that I managed to..."

The pattern of hasty interruption of an oblivious or happily malicious Sora continued. "For the love of sea salt ice cream, Sora, I'm begging you to stop before I hurl."

"What were you talking about before?" Sora blanked and grasped at straws of stray thought. "Tortillas?"

"What? Why would you think that?"

"It was taco night when I came up with the ribbon ceremony."

"You were going to tell me how much Riku was annoying you."

 The enlightened glow of remembrance entered Sora's eyes, but the spark of happiness at conquering his brain only lasted a moment before Sora was collapsing against the doors of the castle academy, playing up the drama of whining, "Riku is driving me crazy!"

"That's more like it! Tell me all about it."  Roxas was perhaps a bit overzealous in his support, judging by the look Sora shot him, so he tried a more nonchalant and less gleeful tone, "You'll feel better."

"He keeps looking at me like I'm going to disappear in front of his eyes. He's woken me up in the middle of the night to make sure I'm still breathing. He keeps tripping me up in battle because he's started diving between me and the Heartless, like all of a sudden I can't take care of myself. I know why it's happening, and I know he means well, but I'm not sure how much longer I can take it. Do you have that problem with Axel?"

Now, he and Axel had to work through some anxiety about being separated again. It had taken a lot of long talks, time, and trust exercises, to work through them, but now Roxas could help Sora with Riku's issues from the point of view of someone who had been there before and gotten out. Or he could just make a joke. "Well, I'm afraid he'll get caught in a strong wind one night and snap in half, but I'm trying to keep myself rational. I mean I can stick unwound hangers in his clothes to try and create a brace from something more substantial than his limbs, and I can put a bell on him so I don't lose track of him when he turns sideways, but after we take all the precautions we can, all I can do is tell him to be careful lifting his keyblade so it doesn't break his arm, and look at the positive. He and Jack Skellington wear the same size jacket and being able to trade clothes with  the King of Halloween is pretty cool."

"What are you talking about?"

Roxas steeled himself to be drawn into a serious talk anyway, taking a spot leaning against the doors alongside Sora and putting a hand on his shoulder, dearly hoping someone didn't open the door from the other side and send them sprawling. "Listen, I picked a ridiculous example, but the same principle applies. Take measures to keep each other safe--simple ones that don't stop you from being able to do your job-- talk about what his fears are, and then just try to find silver linings and agree to live your lives. You guys are going to be okay."

"Oh yeah, I know that,"  Sora dismissed, shaking off his hand. "I was just letting off steam. Riku's actually being really sweet. I just need to make him realize what he's doing before he finds a way to sacrifice himself again to keep me safe. What you said about Axel doesn't make sense though. He's ripped."

"He's a twig," Roxas countered with a scoff. "He's got the muscle mass of the jelly creature from Monstropolis, and looks like it the time it let me suck it into a large straw to make Boo laugh. I love him but he's a scarecrow. My stickman scarecrow, and I love him, but let's be realistic."

The light of dawning realization lit Sora's eyes once more, and Roxas found it a bit unnerving. He was definitely missing something. "...Haven't you visited Axel since he started training with Terra?"

"No, this is my first visit, to see Terra confer the master title on him." Master ceremonies had become a big thing now, a little pomp and circumstance to make it seem more important, Roxas guessed. Riku had missed out. Too bad for him. "He was on a journey of the soul as well as the body...Whatever that means. Terra didn't want me distracting him."

"That's what makes it more fun. When I went to retake my mark of mastery at Yensid's tower...Wait a second, Terra ordered you to do something and you just listened?" Sora's pursed lips and glaring eyes spoke more of tantrum throwing toddler than betrayed friend.

"He's a master," Roxas answered simply, though it wasn't respect for orders of a master that held him back. He could have been a master too, if he wanted, if he felt like he needed the validation of being recognized by the others and wanted to jump through hoops set up by Yensid or Aqua or even worse options. He had been named master of the keyblade by the Organization, that was enough. He and Axel had agreed they would help guard the worlds but they wouldn't play into the ranking game. Axel had changed his mind, and Roxas respected that, but he felt no compulsion to join him.

"You never listen when Riku tells you to do something. He's a master too."

"Master, my ass."

"No, master of my..."

"Why do you have to be like this?" Roxas groaned, sliding to the ground.

"Don't get pissy just because you haven't gotten laid in months."

"I didn't visit because Axel told me not to. We've been doing the long distance thing. We've done it before for stretches, like when he and Isa were working on their first book,"Roxas answered Sora's original question, loudly, to change the subject.

"But you've talked on the gummi phone?"

"Every night."

"With video?"

"Is this going back to a weird place you never leave?"

"I live in the gutter now!" Sora confirmed happily, before going back to neutral. "No, it's a serious question. Have you gotten a good look at Axel recently?"

"Same loveable bozo sleeping in a fuzzy zip up adult onesie that makes him look like a Meow Wow  he's always been. "

"You haven't seen him out of the onesie?" At Roxas's exasperated look, Sora defended himself once more. "Legitimate question."

"Some nights I don't even see him take down the hood. He has a voice for Meowaxel."

"And you were griping about the ribbon ceremony. Your sex story is much weirder."

"We don't have phone sex," Roxas's pining despair outweighed his distaste for discussing this kind of thing with Sora who was a dog that never let go of a bone without making a joke about boning. "We have an agreement. He almost crashed a gummi ship once."

"You...while he was driving?" Sora looked impressed and Roxas felt a rare flash of shame.

"New idea?" He pushed through and said the words as if they were a crack of his own.

"Great idea!" Sora's face split into a wide grin and Roxas apologized to Riku internally, the only way he ever did so. Sora grabbed his former Nobody's arm and dragged him to his feet. "Come on. We're going to spy on Axel sparring with Terra. They have a routine. Terra wouldn't deviate from it even knowing people are arriving for the ceremony tonight."

"I am always down to see my baby light someone on fire," Roxas followed Sora down the hill, pliable and, frankly, excited to see Axel as soon as possible.

"Baby? Blech." Sora pulled a face that lasted maybe half a second and rang false while it did, thrilled and supportive as always to see Roxas showing a soft spot, but attempting to play some of Roxas's own attitude back at him.

"Your pet names for Riku are worse...and you should not prove it by listing them." Roxas tacked on the latter part hastily, leaving no room for Sora to start his reign of terror anew.

" There are several riffs on Dream Eater that would make you wish you were as smart as me," Sora huffed, "But that's not what we're here for." He held Roxas back for a second with a thrown out arm, and glanced around the last bend in the hill. Roxas could hear sounds of exertion. Satisfied with what he saw, Sora withdrew the restraining arm in favor of waving his hands like a cheap magician as he ordered Roxas to, "Feast your eyes!"

Roxas ignored Sora's theatrics and stepped around him, only to stop short when he ended up following the other man's order despite himself. His eyes were feasting and there was an entire buffet in the form of Axel, stripped to the waist and hair up in a messy bun with damp loose tendrils stuck to the back of his neck, twisting away to avoid a strike by Terra (in his weird black spandex shirt like always, showing off for who the hell knew or cared) and using the momentum to whirl the rest of the circle and carry out his own blow, the flex and spring back of newly defined muscles Roxas had missed the development of covered by freckled skin that didn't quite make the definition of tan but had been cultivated into a tone more golden than ghost pale translucent on display. The first dish was broad shoulders that had always  been there, but no longer existed just to make clothes hang smoothly like they did on a clothes hanger now that they were attached to the freshly carved meat station--arms that bulged and Roxas was going to declare illegal to ever hide under bunched neon fleece or a thick black coat again. He'd call Axel's new abs the salad bar because he wanted to charge like a bull and then start grazing, but they could also be the drink station because there was definitely a six pack there much more appealing than the beer Hayner had developed a fondness for, and Roxas was remarkably thirsty looking at them. Axel's waist was still comparatively small (Dorito. Delicious. More buffets should include snack food on the side. Jokes weren't over. The man was a snack.) but then there was perhaps the most shocking addition of all had popped into existence below it.

"Bite the buns and have a popsicles for dessert," Roxas whispered under his breath, awed, unable to even be embarrassed by half consciously daydreaming out loud because his eyes had continued their journey and found out there was now meat on the stork (too long to be chicken) drumsticks Axel walked around on.

"Think he's safe from the wind now?" Sora taunted.

"Time for you to leave." Roxas shook himself out of his daze to return fully to the present.

"What?"

"Run up to the castle," Roxas gave the same order in new phrasing as he walked on ahead and waved to Terra, yelling, "Time to leave."

The scene that ensued was bordering on comical as Terra froze, caught off guard and was smacked full in the face with head turning force by the flat of Axel's keyblade, an act that was accompanied by an apologetic, "Oh shit!" and widened eyes that spoke to Axel trying to cut his actions short but being unable to stop the blow, just lessen it. Terra stumbled and Axel reached out to steady him, but then appeared to change his mind or become irrevocably distracted halfway through as Roxas's presence sank in fully. His keyblade disappeared in a shower of sparks, Terra fell, and the lovers ran to be reunited. 

Roxas found himself lifted off the ground like he weighed nothing and his soul left his body, leaving him not responsible for the happily sighed word that he used to greet Axel, "Arms."