#I'll name it sometime ummm

[dimmadomeglobal]

They disgust me.

Short explanation of their relationship: Dale and Lent are together mostly out of convenience. They are responsible for each other's success in their respective careers and depend on each other to maintain said success. They're not the most healthy relationship but they make it work. They used to love each other but since Dev was born, they've slowly fallen out of it and into resentment. Now they're stuck in a loveless marriage. They still care about each other and trust one another; they've just grown apart. No, they won't consider divorce.

Longer explanation below.

Their relationship hinges on its practicality and convenience. The fact that they genuinely enjoy each other's company is just a bonus. Ultimately, what it boils down to is that they're good for each other's careers and that they trust each other enough with said careers.

They're codependent in an unhealthy manner. It was Lent that connected Dale to the initial investors and business partners that would lead to the success of Dimmadome Global and eventually, to Dale's status as a billionaire. It was Dale who sponsored Lent's political career and paved the way for his rise to power. It was Lent who gave Dale the legal immunity to run his businesses unethically and took out his competition, and the one who brings in investors. It was Dale who marketed much of Lent's political campaigns.

Essentially, they depend heavily on one another to maintain their careers. Lent did this deliberately, making himself essential to the Dimmadome conglomerate, making it so that without him, the business would fall apart. On Dale's end, it was more of an accident that Lent was dependent on him, but he prefers it this way. He can't have his little money magnet fucking off now, can he?

They keep each other on a tight leash, keeping each other in line. That's literally why they got married; it's a contract ensuring they remain business partners, holding each other to their word. Here's an excerpt from my fanfic that I may or may not complete of their engagement.

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“I don't care. Five years ago, you promised that you would help me conquer the world. All the world’s nations will be yours and all the world’s wealth will be mine. We made a deal. Don’t back out.”

Lent takes his hand. “Then marry me and make it so.”

Dale is taken aback. But he squeezes his hand and says, “Okay.”

This is just a legally binding union. It's just so they'll make sure to stay true to their words and nothing more. Just a contract. That's what Dale told himself.

~

Even with all of this, they genuinely care about each other. They're probably the most important people in each other's lives. They trust each other and have an emotional investment in each other. Lent is 90% of Dale's emotional stability, the other 10% being his boots.

Lent loves Dale. Or, well, he used to. Things just aren't the same as it used to be. Regardless, he's extremely loyal to Dale, willing to put his career and his life on the line to ensure Dale's success. He sees little separation between him and Dale. Dale's business is his business. Dale's life is his life. Dale's privacy is his privacy.

Because of this, he is both extremely caring and overbearing. He constantly tends to Dale's needs, making sure he's alright. He comforts him when he wakes up from a lemonade flavored nightmare, he listens to Dale and takes care of him. At the same time, he's incredibly invasive, constantly keeping tabs on Dale and what he's doing, butting in when something isn't going his way. While Dale is absent and distant, Lent is ever present and near suffocating, especially for Dale who values his privacy.

Dale does care about Lent, he trusts him deeply. It shows in the fact that he shares his wealth, his business, and his personal life with him. But he can't show affection in a way that's normal or healthy. He's very distant and cold. He's honest with Lent in a way he is with no one else, he does stuff for him that he wouldn't do for anyone else, but he's very rarely affectionate. During the times that he is, it's typically for an end goal, such as to get Lent to agree to something he probably wouldn't agree to. A lot of the time, he treats Lent more like an assistant than a spouse, giving him tasks similar to what we see him do to Dev in Founder's Day.

Lent knows this. Years of watching Dale and paying close attention to him, has allowed him to know him incredibly well. Dale also knows this and finds it unnerving, especially since it's not the same vise versa. Dale knows Lent pretty well, but not enough to predict his actions like Lent can. Though to be real, Dale is terrible at hiding his motives. It's not difficult to read him.

There are times when Dale is genuinely affectionate, but those times are few and far in between.

Instead of partaking in hobbies, the two of them spend most of their "bonding" time working together. They like the scheme and make plans on how to rake in more money, acquire more power. That's their thing; they scheme together. Lent writes out the plans and possibilities, Dale picks it apart and makes it feasible. And when they're done, they'd share a glass of whiskey before heading to bed.

They bicker a lot. They like to playfully argue and it often looks like an actual argument on the outside. The only ones who know if they're arguing for real or for fun is each other.

Like with many couples, having a child changed their relationship.

Dev being there did help them by forcing Lent to stop breathing down Dale's neck, and that forced Dale to stop depending almost solely on Lent to get investors and partnerships for his businesses. However, Lent came to resent Dale for his lack of care for Dev. He expected Dale not to spend much time with Dev, however, it surprised Lent just how much he seemed to avoid him, especially during Dev's first few years of life.

Dale came to resent Lent for being too busy with his job and caring for Dev to spend any time with him. Lent was next to Dale almost all the time, and now he's almost never with him. It was a relief not to have him there constantly. Despite that, Dale misses him, but he would never admit it. Lent had changed and Dale stayed the same.

There are times that Dale wishes him and Lent could be like what they used to be, when it was just the two of them building their corporate empire.

At the time of the show, they aren't in love anymore, if you can even call what they had as love. If they were anyone else, they would be divorced at this point. But they're not anyone else, they're Lent and Dale. They never even seriously considered it. Not only would it ruin both of their careers, but it would be inconvenient to do so.

It doesn't matter anyways, they don't hurt each other, they still need one another for each other's work. They're business partners, and that's what's important. Not love, not the life they've built together, but money and power. That's what they would say.

It's just harder to tolerate each other. They've grown apart. Maybe someday when Dev is older, they'll mend their relationship, they'll fix their marriage. But not today, not when there are more important things to worry about.

I hate them. I love them. I'm delusional about them.

[cosmogyros]

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[chemicalarospec]

I never was into Monster High and the younger-demographic reboot appeals to me even less tbh, but honestly I have half a mind to seek it out in the faint, vain hope that it might encourage Mattel to reboot Ever After High. But on the other hand Ever After High's original design was so charming because of the elements which are now becoming charmingly dated to the early 2010s, so I just know an official redesign would just always be disappointing even though fan redesigns are always super cool. And the whole fairy-tale fad is over, I guess -- I bet there are still little kids who love it like I did, but the market is saturated (and apparently Descendants is still active, and I know they're still publishing their Disney fanfiction AU books...) -- so there's little hope on that front. But I'm bringing Ever After High back into my life myself anyways. Wayback Machine saves of the old website and my books will suffice <3

Edit: wait something is GOING ON right now?? something peculiar and iffy but SOMETHING!!

[ccazimi]

Currit in Sanguine Nostra

pt. 1

cw: vampire hunter!sukuna x vampire!reader, dubcon, enemies to...???, blood (blood drinking, mild gore), violence/torture (electrocution), sadism, usage of a shock collar, petplay, male masturbation, facial, humiliation/degradation, forced submission, piv sex, very mild anal play (more like teasing), hatefucking, creampie, major character death including murder-suicide, angst wc: 12k a/n: i listened to ma meilleure ennemie while writing the ending and lowkey cried ummm also i didn't edit this i'll clean it up tmr sorry if it's a bit rough

songs i listened to while writing this part

me again - 12 rounds

stitch in time - genitorturers

ma meilleure ennemie - stromae, pomme, arcane

You drift in and out of a restless mockery of sleep the next day, dreams pulling you under in ragged fragments. In some, you’re a child again—perhaps the closest you’ve ever come to feeling human.

Sometimes, you used to pretend you were one of them. But the hunger always ruined it in the end.

Hunger.

Your oldest companion…your only companion.

It’s the thing that defines you, that sets you apart. The reminder that no matter how well you mimic them, you don’t belong. Not to the world of the living, nor the dead. You exist somewhere in between—drifting, untethered.

But there are two absolutes in your reality, two anchors in the dark.

Hunger.

And Sukuna.

The man who was your enemy before you even knew his name. The man whose purpose was to end you—but instead, became bound to you, inexplicably and irrevocably. The man who, despite everything, has become just as much a part of you as the hunger itself.

Hunger and Sukuna.

The two things you can never escape.

And now, they’ve become one and the same.

You should have run, should have fed elsewhere, done anything.

But instead, you lay tangled in fever-damp sheets that still smell like him, every nerve fraying, every breath dry with wanting.

You wake with a jolt—head heavy, limbs trembling. His blood still burns through your veins like venom, sweet and spoiled.

You're not just hungry—you're sick.

The room is quiet in the evening that has settled like a bruise.

He hasn’t killed you. Maybe he’s waiting—for you to crawl, beg, break.

You move slowly, swallowing your weakness and forcing your steps to be deliberate.

His scent draws you to the living room… and there he is. Sprawled out on the couch like a predator at rest. Shirt open, glass of liquor dangling between his fingers, looking completely at ease.

Like he’s not the reason you’ve been wrecked for the last twenty-four hours.

The wound on his neck is closed now, but the bruising’s deepened—an angry, violent purple. Evidence of your teeth.

Your throat still burns, your stomach’s a churning knot, but it's deeper than hunger.

It’s worse.

You feel like you're rotting without more of him—yet at the same time, your body is rejecting it.

“What the hell did you put in your blood?”

Your voice comes out hoarse, but steady.

Sukuna doesn't blink. Just tilts his glass, gaze lazily dragging down your body—your flushed skin, the faint tremble in your fingers.

“I didn’t take anything,” he says evenly.

You stare at him, trying to read the lie. But there isn’t one, and unfortunately you believe him. You tasted it last night. There was nothing foreign, just him.

How perfect, then. That the blood that’s rivaled yours for generations would be the one that makes you sick.

And the one you crave more than anything else you've ever tasted.

The irony would be almost funny if it didn’t feel like it was killing you.

But then, another thought pierces through the haze.

“…Not even antivenom?”

You fed from him enough that his mind should be bowing to your will. The average man would become obsessed with you from a single bite, and while Sukuna isn't the average man it's odd that there was no reaction at all.

He snorts. “Don’t need it for a sucker as weak as you. Wouldn’t do shit to me anyway.”

You grind your teeth but force yourself to stay neutral, prowling toward him with slow steps.

“I’m hungry.”

Sukuna exhales sharply through his nose, more amused than anything, and lifts his glass for another slow sip.

“That so?”

You swallow your irritation, keeping your voice level.

“Yes.”

Finally, he looks at you fully—his eyes glinting with something sharp, yet cruelly playful.

“And what, exactly, do you think I’m going to do about that?”

Your jaw tightens.

He knows. Of course he does. He always does.

Sees right through you—down to the marrow, to the way your body hums with sickness and longing, wound tight with want.

“I need more.”

You don’t beg, don’t bother to soften it, just lay it bare.

His lips curl.

“Need?”

He leans forward slightly, the lazy shift of weight somehow predatory. “Didn’t take long for you to turn into a little addict, huh?”

Heat flashes under your skin as your fingers twitch.

You hate the way he says it, like this was always going to happen, like it was his plan all along.

“And?” You step closer. “Are you going to give it to me, or just sit there running your mouth?”

His brows rise, mock-surprised. “Oh? You want me to?”

You bite your tongue as hunger claws at you, tight and wild beneath your ribs. Your throat is dry, pulsing, the remnants of his blood still lingering on your tongue—something divine turned rotten by denial.

Sukuna leans back, head tilting as he studies you.

“Tell me, little leech,” he murmurs, voice smooth and dark. “Which ache are you really asking me to fix?”

Your stomach drops, a shiver crawling up your spine, slow as poison.

Because you don’t know. Not really. Lust, desire, hunger—they’ve twisted into something indistinguishable.

It’s all the same in the end. All a craving for him.

But you won’t flinch, won’t give him that.

Instead you sneer at him. “Why don’t you give me what I want and find out?”

His smirk deepens.

“Oh, I already know.” His voice dips, twisting with something cold.

“Bet you couldn’t even sleep, could you? All squirming, all wound up—” He leans in, voice low and cutting, “—fingers weren’t enough, were they?”

Your body moves before your mind catches up.

One moment, he’s lounging there, glass dangling from his fingers like a dare, smirking like he owns you.

The next, you lunge.

Hunger rips through you, primal and brutal as instinct blots out reason. You’re on him in a blink—fangs bared, claws digging for his jaw, desperate to rip it sideways, to expose the throb of his artery.

But Sukuna is faster.

He pivots—just enough to throw you off balance. Then his palm slams squarely into your sternum and he throws you.

Your spine hits the floor with a crack that leaves the walls shuddering, as pain detonates up your back.

You snarl, writhing, legs lashing out to knock him off and he just laughs.

“Poor little thing,” he sneers, voice honey-thick with mockery. “Left to take care of yourself like some neglected pet. And still—”

His knee drives up between your thighs, cruel and deliberate in the way it grinds into that one aching spot. You gasp—body reacting against your will as heat throbs through your core.

“—you came crawling back.”

You twist, head spinning, teeth snapping toward his throat. They clack as they close around nothing when he jerks back just enough to stay out of range.

“Tch.”

His hand clamps your jaw, forcing your mouth open, fingers digging into your cheeks until your breath shudders.

“What now?” he murmurs, low and cruel. “Acting like some wild animal? No pride left?”

You growl, chest heaving.

You despise how your body responds to his weight, how his scent drowns your thoughts, how his pulse sings in your ears like a curse.

You spit his own words back at him, poison-laced. “And you love it.”

His grin splits wider, something dark flickering behind his eye.

“Maybe I do.”

His lips brush your ear—just breath and heat.

“Did you cry for me last night?” he whispers. “Touch yourself to the thought of me?”

One moment of hesitation—just long enough for him to see it.

His grin sharpens, wicked.

“Ohhh… You did, didn’t you?”

Rage detonates.

You snap again, harder, fangs out, strength flaring wild as you thrust your torso upwards.

Impact.

Your back slams into the floor again with a crack loud enough to splinter the wood.

In your stomach, something lurches, your brain pounding with that toxic blood coursing through it.

Still, even in your feverish, sickened state, you can't stop.

You twist like a rabid thing, clawing and bucking, fingers slashing until he catches your arm mid-swing and twists.

The crack of your bone is sharp and awful, pain lancing up your arm like lightning.

You scream—but not from fear.

From fury.

He slams your wrist down, pinning it to the floor. His other hand wraps around your throat and squeezes, cutting off your air.

“Pathetic,” he breathes.

You manage a snarl through clenched teeth. “Fuck you.”

He laughs. Horribly delighted.

“You can’t even touch me,” he mocks. “What, all that hunger, and this is the best you’ve got?”

You lash out again, thrashing as much as you can with any free part of your body.

His hand tightens on your throat.

His voice drops lower, like he's talking in pity to some fucking stray. “You’re so hungry, aren’t you?”

You snap, flailing around again, this time with mild success when your long nails catch his cheek deep enough to draw blood.

There's just a flicker of satisfaction in you before his laughter deepens.

He licks the blood from his lip, eyes glowing with some kind of thrill. “Good,” he growls. “That’s more like it.”

Suddenly he lets go, and that's when you feel it—the pain in your arm, the bone he cracked—it's knitting itself back together.

You feel the muscle realigning, sinew fusing. The sound is low, wet, wrong, and then it’s done. You don't have to look to know bruises are already fading from other parts of your skin, scrapes sealing themselves over.

His eyes flick to your arm, watching the contorted limb revert back to its original state, and something in his expression changes.

Not surprise or fear. More like...intrigue.

Dark, vicious intrigue

You try to spring up again, feral instinct overriding thought, and that's exactly what he wanted.

He catches you mid-motion, spins you, and slams you down, face-first this time. The breath is knocked clean from your lungs.

Before you can recover, he’s on you again, weight crushing your back, knee digging into your spine. One hand knots in your hair, yanking your head back, the other twists your arm behind you—just shy of breaking it again.

You thrash, scream, curse.

He just chuckles.

“I should break you. You’re too stupid to quit.”

Your vision swims red. Maybe because he's partially right.

His knee presses harder into your back, then something cold brushes your neck.

Metal.

Click.

A collar.

You freeze; not from fear, but recognition.

The pressure on your arm eases slightly, just enough for your fingers to reach your throat as you claw at the cool metal. It won't budge.

Beep.

Your pulse spikes.

Sukuna leans close as he clicks his tongue in disapproval. "Try to take it off,” he whispers, “and I might just test it on you.”

You go still, but your eyes blaze.

He trails a slow finger along the edge of the collar. “There,” he murmurs. “That’s better.”

His hand tightens just enough to make you swallow, to make you feel it.

Something inside you snaps in panic, like a wild animal realizing it's been caged in and exploding. Against your better judgement, you try to go for him again.

Another mistake.

The moment your arm swings up, there's pain.

White-hot, searing, blinding pain.

The collar pulses with raw electric current, slamming through your body. You scream as your muscles seize, legs collapsing till your knees hit the floor with a sickening crack.

Your back arches and every nerve burns.

And through the agony, you hear his laughter.

Finally the waves stop and he crouches beside you, watching the way your body twitches from the aftershocks.

“You’re not very bright, are you?” he purrs.

You shake, but you don’t cry. There's a cloyingly sweet smell, and you realize with disgust it's the smell of your flesh cooking.

Your teeth bare as you glare up at him, every breath a battle though your body is already regenerating.

“Oh?” he taunts. “Still got fight left?”

You snarl, body trembling, fangs glinting.

Click.

The second shock hits harder, the healing process interrupted as your whole body jerks, bones slamming against the floor. Your scream rips free, raw and ragged.

Light blooms behind your eyes, fracturing your vision.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Shaking already?”

He watches your fingers spasm, watches the flicker of humiliation in your eyes.

Then, he caresses your cheek.

“Did you really think you could take from me?” he whispers.

You twitch under his touch—still burning, still raging.

But bound and helpless.

Suddenly, beneath the sharp, acrid sting of singed skin, you smell it. That same scent from last night — alkaline and musky.

Your stomach twists as your gaze drops slowly, unwillingly, and there it is — a bulge, obvious and undeniable.

Your breath catches, not from fear, but revulsion as you shudder.

He’s hard.

Your stomach roils. You want to claw his other eye out, rip his throat open, scream.

God, you hate him.

“You get what I decide to give you." His smirk turns into something heinous. "And tonight? You get nothing."

Then, just to drive it home, he pats your cheek and stands, leaving you there—collared, quivering, burning with humiliation, hunger, hatred.

You wake up seething.

Your body aches, your pride is in shreds, and worst of all, the collar is still there. A cruel weight around your throat, snug against delicate skin, mocking you with its presence.

You fumble with it for a few minute, to absolutely no avail as the lock holds, unmoving. No matter how hard you tug, no matter how raw your skin burns, it doesn’t budge.

Fucking bastard.

The door creaks. Footsteps.

You don’t need to look up; Sukuna’s presence is suffocating.

“Morning, pet.”

Your hands ball into fists, nails digging into your palms.

His voice is too amused, too self-satisfied, and it takes everything in you not to lunge at him on sight.

He crouches, tilting his head as if examining you.

“Oh? No snarling today? No pathetic little threats?” He grins, eyes dancing with delight. “You’re not pouting, are you?”

You whip your head up, glaring daggers.

He laughs. Loud, open, unbothered.

“Ahhh. There it is.” His fingers flick under your chin, forcing your head up higher. “That pissed-off little glare. Always so mad.”

Your lip curls. “I’m going to rip your fucking throat out.”

Sukuna just clicks his tongue.

“Tch. More empty threats? Haven’t we been through this?”

Click.

Pain explodes through your body.

A sharp current crackles through your nerves, muscles locking, lungs seizing as you choke on a strangled gasp. Your vision whites out for a second, fingers digging into the floor you haven't even realized you've collapsed onto.

“You never learn, do you?”

The moment the current stops, your body collapses, gasping, shaking from the aftershocks. Every nerve is burning, but the rage—the rage is blinding.

“Fuck—you,” you snarl, voice ragged, barely above a growl.

Sukuna’s smirk deepens.

"See?" he breathes, trailing lazy fingers along the collar. "That’s why you need training."

Your body tenses.

“You—”

His hand clamps onto your jaw, cutting you off instantly.

"Shhhh." His grip tightens until your teeth grind together, his mocking amusement never faltering. "Did I ask you to speak?"

Fury churns in your chest, a wild, blistering rage—you lash out, but Sukuna’s already waiting for it. The moment you move, his other hand presses the remote.

Click.

Electricity rips through you once again. Your whole body convulses—a ragged scream ripped from your throat as the pain tears through your nerves.

It lasts longer this time. When it finally stops, you double over, chest heaving, limbs trembling uncontrollably.

You snarl, teeth bared, but your body still shakes from the shocks.

"You want me?" he purrs. "Then earn it."

His fingers toy with the collar again, voice dripping with amusement as you pant, catching your breath, feeling your cells renew.

“You do as I say. You behave. And maybe...maybe I’ll reward you.”

Sukuna pulls back, grinning.

“But if you don’t?” His thumb hovers over the remote.

His eyes are bright, thrilled, drinking in your rage, your helplessness.

“Then we keep doing this.” He chuckles. “Again. And again. And again.”

The next day is humiliating.

The collar is tight, an ever-present reminder against your throat. The remote is always in his grip, always a threat, and Sukuna?

Sukuna is having the time of his life.

“Go on.” He gestures toward the floor with a flick of his fingers, voice mocking. “Crawl.”

Your teeth grind.

You stay frozen, muscles coiled, every nerve in your body screaming at you to refuse. To tear him apart, to fight, to kill him.

His smirk widens.

“Oh?” he purrs. “You think you still have a choice?"

Click.

It lasts just long enough to remind you. Sukuna tilts his head, watching you pant through clenched teeth.

“Don’t make me say it twice,” he breathes.

Your breath shudders, hands clenching into fists. Your pride screams at you not to, but the threat lingers, hot and buzzing under your skin.

Slowly, your fingers uncurl and your arms lower as you sink down to your hands and knees.

Sukuna grins, victorious.

“Awww,” he croons, eyes gleaming with delight. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Vitriol burns deep, scalding inside you like a toxin. Your hands shake against the floor, your body tense, humiliated, but you can’t react, not if you want to avoid the next shock.

Sukuna leans back against his chair, watching you like something he managed to capture.

“You know,” he muses, “I think I like you like this.”

Your head snaps up, glaring up at him.

His eye flashes, anticipating your outburst, enough to make you bite your tongue as your body tenses, practically able to feel phantom shocks running through it.

“Ohhh,” he breathes, thrilled. “You almost did it, didn’t you? Almost told me to go fuck myself.”

Your teeth grind harder, muscles locking.

Sukuna snickers. “You’re learning.”

Then, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black cloth, dangling it from two fingers.

“Put this on.”

You blink. “What—?”

“The blindfold,” he says, voice syrupy and cruel. “Now.”

You hesitate.

He doesn’t even speak this time—just taps the remote with one nail, the silent threat making your gut churn.

With shaking hands, you take the cloth and tie it over your eyes.

Darkness swallows everything, amplifying every other sense. The sound of his breath. The hum of the lights. The subtle movement of air as he shifts nearby. The faint smell of his bodywash.

You're blind now. Vulnerable and open.

You flinch as you hear him move—closer, closer, until the heat of him is almost brushing your skin.

“Good girl,” he whispers beside your ear.

A hand slides along your cheek, then down—and then you hear footsteps, the noise of him sitting back on the couch.

Silence stretches.

You sit there, blindfolded, the floor cold beneath your knees, every inch of your skin crawling with unease.

A soft rustle, like he’s shifting.

“I should invite someone over,” he says idly, like he’s thinking aloud. “Let them see how obedient you are. How pretty you look when you’re quiet.”

He laughs softly at the way you stiffen.

“Relax,” he drawls. “Not today. But maybe someday.”

You hear the clink of glass and ice. A drink being poured.

“Spread your knees.”

Your breath catches, but you don’t move.

Click.

A jolt of pain zips across your spine—sharp, fast, enough to make you flinch and gasp.

“Don’t make me ask again,” he murmurs.

You force your muscles to obey, sliding your knees apart against the floor.

There’s a long, deliberate pause.

You hear him take a sip of his drink, the clink of ice again.

“Hands behind your back.”

Another pause, but you obey.

Your breathing is loud now, uneven, as you sit there, nerves wracked in anxious anticipation.

Sukuna hums in approval as you sit, rage rolling off you in waves as you’re forced to kneel before him like some kind of god.

“Good. Just stay like that, alright?” he purrs, followed by the sound of a zipper being undone.

Your eyes widen beneath the mask of black, like they’re straining to see through the fabric.

“What the fuck—” You pause, reluctantly correcting yourself. “What are you doing?”

Another rustling and then the scent of his pre-spend hits your nostrils, stirring something in you, between your thighs.

“Mm. Wouldn’t you like to know?”

The soft sound of skin being stroked.

You swallow, heart in your throat as you pick up gentle shucking sounds, followed by the sharp hiss of a breath sucked in between teeth.

When he speaks again, his voice is lower, a little rougher.

“But pets don’t get to ask questions. They just need to sit there and look pretty.”

You keep silent, unsure how to feel right now.

You’re still entirely clothed — he could’ve made you undress, touch yourself, do anything at all to get off to. And instead he’s jerking off just at the sight of you helpless and compliant.

Bowed in submission.

“Tell me how much you hate me.”

You blink, straining to pick up any deception in his voice. Some kind of trap, surely.

“I don’t know what you mean…” you mutter unsurely.

A throaty breath escapes him as you hear his pace picking up slightly.

“Exactly what I said. I know you’ve got some nasty little things you’re just dying to spit out.”

You hesitate.

“Or—” The sharp click of his nails tapping on the remote.

Your breath stutters.

“I hate you,” you blurt, chest rising and falling too fast. “I hate everything about you.”

He hums, pleased, the slick sound of him pumping his cock becoming louder, more intense. “Keep going.”

Your throat tightens. “You’re cruel. Sadistic. You don’t care about anyone but yourself.”

He says nothing.

You push forward, heart pounding, the smell of his pre cum flooding your keen senses, making you salivate even as you spit the venom you hold for him.

“You enjoy watching people suffer. You enjoy watching me suffer.”

A deep groan cuts through the air—low, filthy, pleased. It makes your stomach twist and your skin burn in humiliation.

You know he’s getting off on this, but you can’t help yourself, not when he’s finally given the chance for you to speak your mind.

Your jaw locks. “Ironic they call me a monster,” you snarl, “when a sick fuck like you gets to walk around free.”

“More,” he rasps. The sound of it is hungry, breathless. “Say it like you mean it.”

Your nails dig into your palms.

“I wish you were dead,” you whisper, each word trembling with rage. “I wish you’d choke on your own blood, feel every bone in your body snap, scream until your voice gives out.”

His breathing deepens.

“I want to be the one who ends you,” you hiss. “I want to watch you die slow. I want to see the panic crawl across your face when you realize no one’s coming to save you. I want to be the last thing you see before everything goes dark, before you go burn in whatever hell you’re going to.”

There’s a pause. A long one. Filled only with the sound of him jerking his dick, slower right now.

You hear the couch shift as he leans forward, breath brushing the shell of your ear.

“There she is,” he purrs. “My little monster.”

You flinch.

His hand slides along your jaw—gentle, almost affectionate.

“You hate me,” he murmurs, “but you’re still here. Still kneeling. Still obeying.”

His fingers trace the edge of your blindfold.

“Tell me why.”

You stay silent, jaw clenched, blood roaring in your ears.

He tilts your chin up—his grip firmer now. “Tell me.”

“Because you’ll hurt me if I don’t.”

“Exactly.”

The word comes out as a growl, and there a second of stroking and low pants before you feel something splatter against your cheek, taking you by surprise.

Warm. Salty. Bitter.

His cum spills all over your face, some catching across your nose and lips, dripping down. It feels like bugs crawling on your skin, and you have to fight the urge to wipe off the virile fluid now painting you.

It smells like his precum, but stronger. Hotter. Alive.

Finally you feel no fresh spurts landing on you as the sound of his movement slows, replaced only by his breathing, heavy and satisfied.

You don’t realize your lips are slightly parted until some of the cum trickling down your face tickles the curve of your upper lip.

“I should really take a picture of you like this. What do you think, leech?”

You bite your cheek, jaw clenched so hard it hurts. “I think there’s something really fucking wrong with you.”

Sukuna snickers—no shame, no guilt, just cruel amusement. You hear the rustle of fabric, the zip of his fly. The sound makes your gut twist with something shameful. Your thighs press together instinctively, helpless against the dull, throbbing ache between your legs.

It’s sick. You feel sick.

He’s doing this on purpose.

You know he is.

“…Can I take this off?” you ask quietly, voice frayed at the edges. The blindfold itches, clings.

You want to be alone, want to fall into your sheets and do something—anything—to bleed the heat out of you.

He lets out a breath, bored now. You hear him lean back, the lazy clink of ice against glass.

“Mm. Sure. Whatever.”

A sip.

You fumble at the knot behind your head, fingers shaky. The fabric peels away with a damp, dragging sound, and the sudden light—however dim—makes you squint. Your eyes take a second to adjust.

And then you see him.

Sitting in that chair like a king—loose shirt, legs sprawled, drink in one hand. Still watching you with that unreadable, heavy-lidded gaze. Nothing about him says danger, and yet every part of you feels wired to flee.

Instead, you sit there, skin prickling, shame still thick on your tongue.

You expect him to say something cruel. Another jab, another reminder of who holds the leash.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, his gaze lowers to your mouth.

“You’ve been good,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Didn’t beg. Didn’t bite.”

His eyes flash with something darker, something considering.

“You want a reward?”

“What?”

He doesn’t repeat himself, just sets his drink down, rolls up his sleeve and turns his wrist over, exposing the unscarred skin of his other forearm.

The knife appears like magic, you didn’t even see him grab it.

There's a clean slice, and a ribbon of red swells instantly.

He holds it out to you.

You freeze, contemplating, mind reeling.

“Don’t make me change my mind,” Sukuna says, voice low but sharp now.

You hate him.

You hate him for knowing exactly what this will do to you. For how fast your fangs descend, for the way your pulse howls at the scent.

But most of all, you hate yourself—because your body’s already moving.

You crawl to him.

Every step feels like it costs something, like pride scraped off your ribs, dignity leaking out your eyes. Your knees burn on the floor as you inch forward, closer and closer to where he sits, arm outstretched like an offering from a throne.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t even blink.

You pause at his feet, breath shallow. The scent is dizzying—copper and warmth and him. Your fingers tremble as they curl around his wrist, guiding it down. His blood drips slow, thick, a thread of red down his arm. Your mouth opens.

And when your lips finally touch his skin, something breaks.

The taste floods you instantly—hot and heady and so much more than it should be. Not just nourishment. Not just survival. It’s him, and it’s power, and it’s control, and you hate it. You hate that you moan softly, that your tongue presses hungrily into the wound, that your hands slide up his arm like you’re holding onto something holy.

And worst of all, he lets you.

You feel his fingers in your hair, slow and steady, as he watches.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Good girl.”

Your body shudders at the praise. You want to spit it out. You want to tear your mouth away. But your hunger is deeper than your shame, and right now you're starving.

You drink like he’s the only thing keeping your body from unraveling into ash and dust, knowing full well how ill you'll feel later.

The blood is hot, thicker than it should be, each swallow burning its way down your throat, and your limbs tremble as strength seeps back in—strength that comes from him.

But that’s not what breaks you; it's the sound he makes.

A soft exhale almost a sigh—and his grip in your hair tightens, not to stop you, but to keep you there. Like he’s savoring this just as much, the sight of you on your knees, mouth to his skin.

And something inside you twists.

Not with rage, not with grief, but something worse. Something wet and hungry and needy.

You’re not just feeding anymore.

You’re worshipping. The act changes without you realizing it. It’s not frantic or desperate anymore, the way it was before. The hunger is still there, but it’s become more—soothing, almost tender in its own dark way. Your lips are gentle against his skin, your tongue tracing the wound with a kind of reverence. The movement is soft, almost hypnotic, and it feels like a surrender, a quiet admission that you’ve already given in to him more than you care to acknowledge.

Because you’re already there—somewhere past the threshold of shame, in that liminal space where pain and power collapse into pleasure. Where your body has stopped belonging to your will, and now belongs to.

And finally you pull away, almost against your own will, as the blood continues to course in your veins, heightening every nerve, every sensation. But something about the intensity, the closeness, makes it too much.

The hunger in you, the desperation—it’s suffocating.

You let his wrist go, slowly, and your hands fall to your sides, trembling from the pull of everything you’ve just given away.

Sukuna’s presence hovers over you, almost tangible, his eyes never leaving you. It’s as though he’s waiting for something more—waiting for you to crack open completely. But you can’t. Not like this. Not yet.

You don’t look at him.

Instead, you focus on your breath, on the way your body seems to react to the smallest movements. Heat simmers under your skin, traveling elsewhere, somewhere it shouldn't.

Something urgent, that will need to be taken care of soon.

The room feels too small now, stifling, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. His smirk hasn’t faded, but there’s something cold in his eyes now, something that wasn’t there before.

“You’re weak,” he says quietly, but the words lack their usual bite... they sound almost measured, as though he’s seeing something new in you.

Or perhaps, you’ve shown him too much.

You don’t answer. You can’t bear to hear him anymore.

It’s not even two more days, yet time passes slower when every second feels like torture.

Every waking minute with that fucking collar around your neck, with him making you do whatever humiliating trick that he fancies at the moment.

There’s something uniquely horrifying about being a supernatural being with healing capabilities, yet the capacity to feel pain like any other living creature.

And there’s something unique about the pain of being electrified.

It isn’t like stabbing or burning, no, it’s an invasive type of pain that hijacks the entire neurological system, fires every pain receptor at once, inside and outside.

Put the two together and you get a body that can never adapt—because each time the nerve damage from the shocks is repaired perfectly.

Calluses, scars, numbness— these are adaptive responses. Things you don’t get.

So every click of that remote, every electrocution feels like the first.

No dulling, no immunity. The pain never gets easier—of having every muscle in your body seize, of feeling like your nerves are on fire, smelling your skin sizzle.

And though your body may reset, your brain doesn’t.

The end result is feeling powerless in a uniquely feral way, because the one thing you can’t regenerate is control.

So you bow your head, do what he wants. Endure the humiliation rituals. The demeaning words. You hate them, but you learn that to ignore them is self-preservation.

But then he pushes too far. Sukuna's always been good at finding what really makes you tick.

“God, you’re so weak it’s pathetic.”

And as usual, you don’t reply, keeping your gaze lowered. But it’s his next words, that spark something bitter in you.

“Probably runs in the blood. Mm, what happened to your parents again?” He scoffs as you stiffen. “Killed off by some amateur fucking hunters. Now that’s humiliating.”

There's a shift in you, but you push it down and just stare blankly, at the floor, the wall—anywhere but him.

Anywhere safe.

And yet it festers—that sound in his voice, that smirk you can feel even without seeing it. It grows like pressure behind your eyeballs, a dizzying sensation in your brain.

Because you’ve taken everything—every insult, every jolt, every order barked with that false, velvet calm.

But this is different. He doesn’t just want you obedient; he wants you small.

And for the first time in days, you feel it—a flicker of something wild, a heat that doesn’t come from the shocks.

At first it’s a twitching in your jaw, but then your fingers curl just slightly as it builds like a pressure throbbing in your skull.

You wish you could control it—keep pushing it down, stay smart, stay quiet—but it’s done. The dam breaks.

There's no warning when you abruptly pounce towards him.

He doesn’t expect it, but instinctively the button on the remote is pressed, and that now familiar pain overtakes your system.

This time however, by some streak of luck, you continue to swipe at him with your flailing limbs, aiming loosely for the remote held midair.

It falls to the ground, and in an instant the shocks stop, your body already putting itself back together.

There’s a single second, one of those few moments where genuine surprise flashes across his face.

A hint of worry even, maybe.

Too late.

Your heel stomps onto it, the material giving way with a brittle crack, and something inside you unhinges with it.

Silence. A flicker of eye contact, and a wicked grin unfurling across your lips.

Then you move, but Sukuna’s already calibrated then, adapted to the new circumstances.

The fight explodes—fast, brutal, feral.

No strategy, no restraint, just raw nerve and muscle and memory. The blur of bodies crashing against walls, teeth flashing, claws slashing. Your claws rake across his side, catching skin along with the cloth and peeling it back with a wet sound that makes your stomach knot, but you don’t stop. He blocks, counters, but you’re not the same thing you were moments ago, not when your blood sings with rage, your limbs moving faster than thought, all sharp instincts and hunger.

He underestimates how long you've been waiting for this, how long you've needed this, how much of your rage you've been collecting.

Your shoulder takes the brunt of a punch that sends you sprawling against the wall. Plaster explodes in a white puff around you, and a rib gives with a sickening crack. Pain lances through your spine like lightning—but you're already up again, fangs bared. Blood clings to your lip, not all yours. Some of it you can taste—copper and heat, familiar now.

Addictive.

No more snarky comments, no more clicks or shocks erupting from the metal around your neck, only the sound of fists hitting flesh, of bone cracking under pressure.

You drive him back, but he’s laughing. He’s grinning—if the borderline maniacal expression on his face can even be called that, something so exhilarated that it makes your own skin buzz, fueling you more.

You feel your body burning, every nerve awake, every injury healing almost as fast as it happens, but not fast enough to avoid pain. No, you feel everything.

But this time, the pain feels almost like catharsis.

You spit blood, swipe your hand across your mouth, and launch again.

You don't know how long you fight, but it must have been long, with the way your strikes start to lose precision. His too. Sloppier now, desperate.

Everything that could’ve been a weapon has been—shattered chairs, broken lamps, jagged pieces of the coffee table now scattered like shrapnel across the floor.

Half the room’s destroyed, maybe more.

Sukuna is a ruin—his body a map of fresh wounds and older ones split open. Bruises bloom along his ribs, one arm hangs slightly looser in its socket, his lip is split, nose flattened, and even the scarred hollow where his eye used to be is bleeding.

You don’t wear your wounds the same way. You heal, yes, but even that comes with a price. Your body screams with fatigue, not just from the blows but from the endless, greedy churn of regeneration.

It’s slower now. Faltering. Some of your skin still glistens with that pale, translucent sheen of half-healed flesh—sticky, pink, leaking the thin serum that comes before blood. Other gashes are raw and red, torn back open mid-repair by the next hit, or the one after.

You're dripping, and trembling, but not from fear.

Every time you think you've hit your limit, your body finds one more burst of energy. And so does he. You’re both running on fumes and fury now, nothing left but nerve and instinct and the memory of pain.

You don’t see it coming.

One second you’re lunging, the next—he catches your momentum, turns it against you. Your back slams into the edge of a wooden table with a sickening crack. Pain explodes through your body, but you barely register it; you're already twisting, half instinct, half calculation—until he’s there again.

His chest crashes into yours, and the next moment, you're pinned. His body drives forward, shoving you hard against the table, the shock collar biting into your throat.

Your breath stutters.

The position feels wrong, and yet, it feels like everything you want, have been wanting—his weight on top of you, something dangerous in his eyes, something hungry.

“Still fighting?” he growls, rolling his hips into yours, slow and heavy, a taunt made of friction. You hate the gasp it forces from your lips.

You bare your teeth. “Fuck you.”

He smirks, all teeth. “Not yet.”

You thrash, but his grip just tightens—like he’s daring you to break.

“You hate this,” he whispers against your ear, his breath electric. “But you’re shaking. Not just from anger, either.”

Your nails carve red into his chest. He doesn’t even flinch. Just grins wider.

“I should kill you,” you hiss.

“You’ve tried.” His hand drags down neck, till your chest, giving one of your heaving breasts a testing squeeze.

“Fuck—Get off me,” you growl, breathless.

“Make me.” The challenge hangs there, hot and sharp, as he deliberately presses the hardness in his pants against you.

You snarl and buck, fury boiling up—but his voice drops lower, more dangerous.

“Mm, keep fighting. It just gets me harder."

A jolt of white-hot shame and arousal flashes through you. The shock collar burns your throat with every movement, but it’s nothing compared to the heat pooling between your legs, desire flaring despite every instinct telling you to resist.

“You’re pathetic,” you whisper, tears burning at the corners of your eyes as he leans in close, split lips ghosting over the corner of yours.

“Makes two of us then, I guess,” he murmurs with a dark laugh.

His lips capture yours in a hard, almost bruising kiss, and you try to resist, but the taste of him is overwhelming, the tip of your tongue automatically darting out to lick the blood seeping from the cut. It's sweeter here.

Your body reacts before you can stop it, your legs wrapping around his waist in spite of yourself, pulling him closer.

And Sukuna relishes it.

Every struggle, every breathless gasp, every moment of broken resistance only makes him more satisfied, more hungry for the fight, for the chaos, for the way you’re teetering on the edge of everything.

“Such a good little pet,” he whispers, his voice low and mocking as he grinds against you one last time.

“Su—kuna, please—” you choke out, unbearable heat burning you all over, more and more slick pooling into your panties as his bulge rubs into you. You hear him exhale when you tightens your legs around his waist further to match his movements with your own undulating hips, grinding your clothed cunt onto his erection.

“Please what?” He breathes, though you can tell he’s barely holding on himself, holding onto every last bit of his self control.

“Please fuck me.”

With those three words his hands are on the waist of your pants, ripping them off, sliding them down along with your panties in a borderline feral urgency. There’s almost a kind of relief when you finally get them off, falling to the ground, feeling your dripping cunt finally freed from the confines of clothing.

His gaze is ravenous—almost mirroring your own hunger—as he pushes you further onto the table, yanking your legs apart to forcefully spread them so he can see the sticky mess between your thighs.

You pant softly as he looks your pussy up and down, eye darkening as it roves over your puffy folds, your leaking hole clenching over nothing, his lip curling into a smirk.

“Aww all this for me?” he coos, before abruptly spanking your swollen clit with one hand. The impact makes you jolt, involuntarily letting out a small whine. “Does my pet need her needy little hole filled?”

You just sob in desperation — that burning, horrible ache only worsening with how close you are. “Y-Yes…”

“Finally honest for once, are we?” he hums, before pushing your legs up all the way to your chest and taking one of your hands to hook it behind your knee. “Here. Keep yourself held open like a good slut. Think you can do that?”

Anger pricks at you again, but you bite your lip and nod quietly, following his instructions to hold both your legs folded into you, exposing your holes to him completely.

Perhaps, if your head wasn’t spinning and so utterly lost in the need right now, you’d have some shame.

You watch with eagerly as he frees his cock, eyes widening and then dropping further in lust at the sight of it.

A trail of dark pink hair leads down to the tattooed base of his girthy length, though what really catches your eye is the glint of metal on the underside of his shaft.

Your mouth falls open a bit in surprise and he drinks in your reaction, smirking at you from over the bridge of his nose as he continues to pump his leaking cock at a relaxed pace. “Drooling just at the sight of my cock like a pathetic mutt, huh?”

Your lip curls back slightly as he provokes you again, clearly intent on not letting you live any of this down. But once again, you resist the urge to say anything back, knowing that if you open your mouth nothing good will come out.

The slightly alkaline smell of his precum hits your nostrils again, flaring up your hunger and the ache in your cunt all at once as you wet your lips, watching him with dark eyes.

Sukuna slaps his hard cock on your cunt once, then twice, humming in satisfaction at the soft gasps leaving your lips with each lewd wet smack.

With all your senses on edge, you become even more aware of the uncomfortable metal still wrapped around your neck.

It annoys you.

“Can you remove this thing?” You shift to show him the collar, slightly out of breath already.

He glances at it, unconcerned as he drags his cock through your slick folds, torturing you with the way his piercing catches on your clit. “Mmm, I don’t know. Seeing it on you turns me on.”

Sukuna flashes you a sleazy grin as the tip of his cock, oozing with pearlescent pre, smacks again on your clit. “So quit complaining…you wouldn’t want me to get that remote again, would you?”

Your mouth goes a bit dry, the threat snapping you back to reality just a bit as you obediently shake your head.

“Please.” You swallow. “I just need you in me, Sukuna…” You hold your legs apart a bit wider as you look up at him with pleading eyes, showing him that you’re willing to behave.

“Hm. Guess all that training did pay off,” he muses, flashing you a wicked grin as you feel something prod against the tight rim of your asshole.

Your jaw clenches as you flinch, trying to shrink away. “Fuck, n-not that hole—”

He leans over you, one hand planted firmly by your head as the other holds the tip of his cock, teasingly pushing a bit into your entrance.

“Oh? But didn’t you know?” he coos, breaching the rim just enough to make you squeak in pain. “Dirty sluts like you take it in the ass.”

Sukuna, who was probably expecting you to put up a fight or something, is evidently amused when all you do is pout in the most miserable, helpless way.

“I’ve beaten you up, cut you, drugged you, poisoned you, electrocuted you, and this is what you’re scared of? Anal?” he snickers.

“I can’t… I’ve never done it before, you’ll tear me apart…”

“Huh.” He grins deviously, rubbing his sticky tip into your rim, smearing it with precum. “I've seen how well you can heal yourself, though...”

Your eyes shoot open as you once again flinch, recoiling from the touch. “Sukuna!”

“Mm, fine,” he sighs, and you breathe out in relief when you feel the pressure lift away as he pulls his cock up to your other hole. “But misbehave and that’s where you’ll be taking it next…”

You frown at his dark promise but it’s soon forgotten when he begins to push into your weeping cunt.

Both of you inhale sharply as he breaches your entrance, pushing into the warmth of your plush walls, inch by inch. Even as aroused and wet as you are, you can still feel the stretch of your cunt around his thickness, a dizzying fullness that leaves you breathless when he finally bottoms out.

You’re given approximately one second to adjust to him inside you.

And then, the last of the restraints are ripped apart.

With a growl, Sukuna’s hips begin thrusting violently, making you squeal at the brutal pace he’s abruptly set, cock hitting you deep inside where you’ve been needing him, craving him.

Pleasure blanks your mind completely, eyes rolling back and pulling the most filthy moans from you as his cock rams against the sensitive wall of your cervix, over and over again, heavy balls slapping against your cunt.

“Oh shit, your cunt was made to be my cocksleeve,” he grunts as he ruts into you like a feral animal. “Good little pet, keep squeezing like that. Show me all that you’re—hah—good for—”

“Sh-Shut up!” you hiss between your own whines and the obscene noises of skin slapping against skin, his cock plowing into you like he’s trying to kill you with it. “I’m going to fucking murder y—”

Smack.

Sukuna slaps you for your insolent words, scoffing when you accidentally moan, and your cunt clamps down on him even harder. “Pathetic thing -fuck- you fucking love when I’m mean to you—”

He grips the back of your knees on top of your own hands in the crooks from where droplets of sweat trickle down, pushing down on your thighs to fold you further till your ankles are practically by your ears and it almost hurts. “—When I hurt you—”

“Y-yes, harder Sukuna!” you cry out, tears streaming down your cheeks, not even trying to deny his words.

What’s the point? Sukuna knows you better than anyone else on this planet.

“Filthy mutt!” he snarls, leaning down till his hot breath trails across your lips, cock hitting a tender spot in your silken flesh that makes you buck in ecstasy. “I hope that whole wretched bloodline of yours is watching me defile you!”

You bare your fangs, combined hatred, need, and every other twisted emotion culminating into just this, him buried inside you, dragging along your inflamed walls. And then the chain tucked into his shirt escapes. At the end of it, your broken fang, the one he kept, swinging against your face, suddenly feeling less like a taunt and something much more intimate.

You need him carnally.

With him fucking into you, your tits bouncing with each thrust, you lift your head, bared teeth attempting to latch onto his skin.

Sukuna notices what you’re trying to do and his hips halt suddenly, making you freeze mid bite too.

“I-I’m sorry…I can’t help myself…” you whisper.

The most puzzling part is you genuinely feel bad — which makes no sense. He’s hatefucking you, spitting vile words even when he’s balls deep inside you, and what should really seal in his sadistic nature — that damn necklace — it didn’t. Instead, for a split second you got a different glimpse of him, you, the complex nature of your entanglement with each other.

Maybe you mean as much to him as he does to you.

You wait, looking up at his unreadable expression, waiting for him to shatter the delusion, tell you how goddamn pathetic you are.

Sukuna stares at you, something flickering in his eyes—something unreadable, something dark yet intrigued. His hips are still buried inside you, his body taut with tension, but for once, there’s no mocking words, no sneer on his lips. Just silence.

Then, slowly, his grip on your chin tightens—not cruel, just firm enough to make you look at him, to hold you there beneath his gaze.

"Didn’t mean to?" he echoes, cock still buried inside you. His eyes burn into yours, unreadable. "Since when do you apologize for wanting something?"

You shake your head slightly, breathless, your chest rising and falling against his.

"I—" you swallow thickly, ashamed, confused. "I don’t know. I just—"

Your eyes dart to his neck, his pulse thrumming beneath his skin, calling to you like a drug you can’t resist. Your body betrays you, a soft whimper slipping past your lips as you force yourself to tear your gaze away.

For a long moment, he just watches you. Studies you.

Then, to your shock, his lips curve. Not into his usual cruel smirk, but something slower, something almost… amused.

"You’re pathetic," he murmurs, but it lacks the usual venom. Instead, there’s something almost indulgent in his tone, like he’s pleased.

He shifts suddenly, pressing his chest against yours, his voice a low, taunting whisper against your ear.

"You really do need me, don’t you?"

Heat rushes through you, shame and hunger tangling together into something unbearable. You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head no, but he only chuckles.

"Liar."

Then, to your shock, he tilts his head back, just enough to bare his throat.

Your breath catches.

Your fingers curl into his skin, your entire body aching, trembling with restraint.

"Go on," he murmurs, almost mockingly. "Take what you want."

He’s toying with you, you know that. But for a moment, just a split second, it feels like something else.

Like he’s giving you permission.

Your lips part—your fangs ache—

Then, just before you break, his hand yanks back on your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze again.

His expression is unreadable.

"But if you do," he murmurs, eyes gleaming darkly, "then you admit it. That you belong to me."

You give him a long look, fangs aching, mouth dry, cunt leaking as the pulse under his skin taunts you, the promise of his taste underneath.

You want to believe you don’t belong to anyone. That you existed always as your own.

And still with an exhale you let go of your legs to hold his neck gently as you wrap them around his waist, pulling him deeper to where his cock is still in you.

Your fangs pierce his skin, and the moment his blood touches your tongue, your whole body shudders. It’s too much—rich, intoxicating, him. You whimper before you can stop yourself, burying your face against his neck, drinking deep, desperate.

He gasps ever so slightly, even stiffens a bit, but you swear you can feel his dick twitch in excitement. A low, broken laugh escapes him as his hips begin moving again, working in shorter but harder thrusts. "Fuck—look at you.”

Your hands tremble against his back, nails caressing the surface of his skin, letting out a moan of pleasure, drinking deeper, dizzy with need. And then you feel it, the slight hitch in his breath, the way his hand clenches at your waist, fingers digging in too hard, as if to ground himself through the sharp bloom of pain.

This isn’t the first time you’ve fed from him.

But perhaps all the fighting, all the blood he’s already lost, even the physical toll of fucking you is finally getting to him.

Still, you sink deeper, trying to ignore it, his blood coursing down your throat, and his body shifts against yours, a ragged thrust that pushes deeper, rougher.

But even as you feed, you notice the tightness in his jaw, his breath quickening, a barely perceptible shudder running through his body. His control is slipping, but his pride won’t let him break.

You can’t ignore it.

So you pause.

You draw back just enough to meet his gaze, eyes flicking over his clenched features, the tension in his body a stark contrast to the hunger thrumming between you.

“You’re in pain,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, but the accusation is clear.

You wonder how much if for the first time, the cracks in his armor are showing, if ever so slightly.

His lips curl into a smirk, but there’s something softer, something reluctant beneath the bravado.

“Does it make you feel powerful?” he asks, but his voice cracks, betraying the effort it takes to remain in control.

You want to say yes, more than anything, but it would feel like a lie.

So, instead, you tell yourself that this hesitation, this sudden pull back, is simply the guilt of taking advantage of his weakness. This isn't about dominance. There’s nothing satisfying about an unfair fight. Or… well, whatever this twisted dance is.

But even as the thought crosses your mind, his fingers slide up the back of your neck, possessive, pulling you back into the crook of his neck.

“Take it,” he murmurs, voice roughened now. “If it means you’re mine, I’ll bleed for you.”

He must be delirious from blood loss. You can feel it—the faint tremor in his hands, the exhaustion creeping into his voice. But what’s your excuse? Why does your chest flutter in response, why does your heart race even as your body aches with hunger?

The sharp edge of his words has dulled, the venom slipping away as the heat between you grows. There's a rawness now, something unfamiliar even to you. Something that makes you want to take from him, just as much as you want to bury your face in his neck and stay there forever.

You hesitate, but only for a breath.

And then, with a flick of your fangs, you’re sinking back in, deeper this time, drinking greedily from the source, tasting his blood like a poison you can’t resist.

His body goes still, and for a split second, you think you’ve gone too far. But then his grip tightens, his body jerking against yours, his hips snapping forward in a desperate push.

A muffles sound escapes you as you suck harder, the potent taste of him going straight down to your swollen cunt like an aphrodisiac, your combined juices dripping lewdly from where his cock fucks into you, down the curve of your ass and collecting on the table.

“You don’t stop, do you?” he breathes it out like a curse, but it’s coated with something darker than frustration—something deeper. Something that feels like acceptance. “Just takes it like its yours.”

You suck in a shaky breath as he pinches your hard nipple, sending another jolt through you down to your cunt, lips slick against the wound on his skin.

“It—It is…” you gasp as he keeps moving inside you, each thrust tighter, more deliberate, like he's forcing himself through the ache. Blood drips from his throat, warm on your tongue, and still he keeps his head tilted back like an offering. “It’s always been, hasn’t it?”

Your whole body burns, his blood already beginning to rot inside your veins and you can only cling to him harder, shaking, gasping. Sweat slicked bodies stick to each other as your tongue slithers out as you drink, laving over the swelling skin, and all that exists here and now is him, him inside you, on your tongue, in your nostrils—

He growls softly, almost tender, almost cruel. His fingers tighten in your hair and he yanks your head back, tearing your mouth from his throat.

“Look at you,” he hisses.

You glance up at him, barely. Lips slick with blood, eyes hazy with lust and shame and something unbearably tender underneath. He stares at you like he’s about to devour you whole.

“You’re mine,” he says, voice ragged with possession. “No matter how hard you fight it or how much you hate it. You are mine.”

His hips speed up again, sloppily battering against your cunt, your garbled cries swallowed when he crushes his mouth to yours, tongue prying your lips open to taste his own blood on your tongue. It’s brutal, a bloody mess, sticky crimson fluid staining his lips as well, the scent of metal combining with the musk of sex permeating the air.

Him. His.

All his.

With a garbled cry and tears on your cheeks you cum as you tangle tongues, saliva mixing as warm liquid rushes from your hole. His own movements lose their rhythm, becoming erratic before with a final twitch of his dick he cums deep inside your cunt, the sticky white fluid almost as warm as his blood. It floods you till it starts seeping out as you pant into each others’ mouths, he keeps going, making sure to fuck his cum back into your spasming pussy.

Then, silence.

You lie there, tangled in the aftermath, sweat-slicked bodies cooling against each other, your breath still brushing against his punctured throat. His hand is knotted in your hair like he’s not ready to let go—no words, just the soft, steady rhythm of his breathing.

Neither of you speaks.

The room is heavy with the scent of sweat, blood, and the feral musk of sex. A healed wound on your ribs still seeps, and his lip is split, but the damage feels irrelevant compared to what’s left unsaid.

But then he untangles himself slowly, deliberately, stepping back. His brows scrunch slightly in pain, his shoulders stiff, his gaze avoiding yours.

You frown, confused. “What—”

“Get dressed,” he says, flatly, his voice an unreadable monotone.

“What?”

He stands, fastening his pants with a lack of care, not sparing you a single glance. “I’m letting you go.”

The words land like a slap.

You sit up, the sudden shock of his statement rattling you, the words caught in your throat. “You said—”

“I changed my mind.” And just like that, he turns back toward you, leans in close. You instinctively recoil, heart thudding as his hand moves toward your throat.

“Relax,” he mutters, his gaze never leaving the exposed skin of your neck. His fingers tilt your chin upward with a quiet precision, the other hand brushing over the metal collar locked around your throat.

Your pulse quickens. “The remote—”

“There’s a trick to it,” he says, his voice almost bored, like he’s speaking to a child. “You just never bothered to learn.”

His thumb presses beneath your jaw with firm pressure—a click, and a small hiss as the lock releases. The collar falls from your neck with a metallic weight, the finality of it making the air feel impossibly thick.

The gesture is disconcertingly tender almost, but a part of you stays still for some reason, still half-naked and leaking, blood drying in flakes around your lips.

“You have until dawn.”

Something twists in your chest. “Why?”

No answer.

You study his back, the rigid line of his spine, the bruises blooming under his skin, the flicker in his jaw. There’s no fear, only confusion—and something too terrifyingly close to hurt.

He doesn’t say it but you can see it now, in the way his hands shake slightly as he buttons his shirt. In the way he won’t meet your eyes.

He wants you gone because killing you would be too easy.

Because this chase is all he has left.

So you dress slowly, defiantly, watching him the whole time, waiting for him to change his mind again.

But he doesn't.

And when you finally reach the door, you pause. “This doesn’t change anything.”

“Good,” he says, finally meeting your gaze.

You nod once.

Then you’re gone, into the dark, not looking back.

The forest is damp from earlier rain, the small unpaved road muddy and glistening with small puddles under the dappled moonlight, the sound of an owl hooting somewhere nearby. Blood stains your skin, hair clinging to your damp temples, yet you don’t stop to fix it.

The empty peacefulness of the forest at night feels too big.

You tell yourself it doesn’t matter—that you’re free. That he let you go and that’s all that matters.

But something gnaws at you, a restlessness curling in your stomach like hunger.

You vaguely note you’ll be feeling unwell soon with his blood in you.

You could disappear. Vanish into the cities, into the forests, into the dark corners where even he wouldn’t follow.

But you won’t.

Instead you continue on, the only thought in your mind is a silent promise to take his other eye.

Time passes.

Not in peace—no, never that.

But in violence and whispers and blood-slick headlines and cold case files that gather dust.

You move through the world like smoke—harder, leaner, hungrier. A myth haunting cities that chew people up and forget their names. Everytime, you leave your mark with surgical precision—corpses with their right eyes missing.

Not just a signature, but an invitation. And he answers—sometimes in shadows, sometimes in person.

You’ve fought him more times than you can count.

Each time, it ends the same—broken glass, broken bones, someone limping away before the killing blow can land. Sometimes it's you, sometimes it’s him.

Sometimes the line blurs.

The one constant, however, is that it never feels quite finished.

Once, you kissed him just to buy time to stab him. Another time he held your bleeding body and whispered something you refused to hear.

Neither of you ever stays down.

Among vampires, your name becomes cursed—not because you’re feared but because wherever you go, Ryomen Sukuna follows and no one survives him.

Among hunters, it’s quieter. They understand something the others don’t, that no one chases what he’s claimed.

Still, you chase him and he chases you, like wolves in circles, like hunger gnawing at itself.

Until, one day, the pattern breaks.

The next body you find isn’t a vampire, but a young hunter. Sloppy. Killed quick. And this time, it’s not the right eye that’s gone—it’s the left.

It’s the first time he’s answered with something of his own.

And somehow, that's how you know that it’s time.

You straddle his torso, blade pressing into his cheek, panting. Even his own chest rises and falls in an uneven rhythm.

Both of you are smeared with grime, sweat, blood—your hair tangled, his disheveled.

It’s the dead of night, but the old train station feels like its own world, frozen in time. This place, like the two of you, feels forgotten by the rest of history.

You’ve been waiting for this day for years.

Sukuna’s face is torn up, more than a few of his ribs are broken, one of his legs is bent at an odd angle.

And yet, as broken as he is, he still watches you with that one remaining eye—unsettlingly lucid, like a window into the abyss of whatever terrible, beautiful thing lives at the core of him.

The eye you promised to take years ago. A promise handed down by blood. By centuries of hate and duty.

Your hand shakes as you raise the crimson-stained blade, your pulse pounding in your throat.

And he smiles. That maddening, blood-slick smile.

“Go on then,” he rasps. “Even score. You’ve always wanted it.”

You stare, intense with something unnamable as the blade hovers, ready to plunge in and leave him in a world of pure darkness.

This moment has been imagined, fantasized over. All the ways you’d carve it out, what you’d do with it. Once you even thought about pickling it.

But life never goes as planned, does it?

Revenge tastes sweet in theory, perhaps. Not in practice. Not now.

His eye, the last one, is fixed on you, unwavering. Like he wants to see everything—all of you—even as you hover at the edge of his death.

And in this moment, you realize you don’t want to destroy it.

Not out of mercy. Not out of weakness.

But because it’s the only part of him, maybe the only thing in the entire world, that ever really saw you.

And it’s hauntingly beautiful.

Feral. Fever-bright crimson, even as he stares down his death. Achingly human in a way neither of you were allowed to be.

“I—” your voice cracks. “I don’t want to. I want you to see me,” you whisper.

He exhales a shaky, rattling laugh, surprised. Then nods.

“Fine,” he says softly. “You’ll be the last thing I ever see.”

This day would have always come. Because however bright they may burn, humans only exist fleetingly. And one way or another, he would die long before you—the only difference would be that it wouldn’t be at your hands.

Something mundane, even. A miscalculated move, the slightest mistake.

You can’t bear to even think about him going out like that.

So it has to be you, and it has to be now. The only ending he deserves.

With trembling hands and stinging eyes you drag the blade down, touching it to his neck. Not deep, just enough for him to feel it.

And then he says your name.

The first time he’s ever said your name.

You pause.

“I’m glad it was you,” he whispers.

Something in you shatters unrepairably. Something that can never be put together no matter how many centuries you live.

Your throat tightens, silent tears streaming down your cheeks, and before you can think twice, you push the blade in. Slow and clean, but still he jerks slightly, though not with the strength he once had.

Blood spurts, spraying across your face before it begins to pour, running down his flesh like rivers of red. It smells as rich and alive as ever.

Instinctively his hands come up—you don’t know whether to stop or hold you. Either way, they falter halfway, dropping back down.

It’s too late now.

You can tell from the way he tries to breathe, but all that comes out is a wet, choking sound that might be your name as a gurgle rises in his throat, blood bubbling at his lips.

Sukuna was, perhaps, the strongest man you’ve ever known. But death humbles all things. And in the end, he’s no different—just another body reaching blindly for breath, caught in that last, trembling moment of naked, undeniable fear

The realization that this is it. That you don’t know what comes after this.

What hurts most is that moment—his lungs struggling, clawing for air that isn't there.

Then his gaze snaps to yours.

And in it, a glimpse of the impossible—a life that might’ve been yours together, if the world had given you a different story.

Like he promised, he watches you till the very end. One single bright eye that stays locked on you, even when the light fades out like a dying star. Till it goes dull and glassy, still staring at you till it isn’t.

He goes still.

And suddenly it hits you—sharp and certain, like a stake through the heart, why your venom never worked on him.

Because he was always in love with you. Or something close enough to it that the body couldn’t tell the difference.

You feel hollow. Like when he died, a part of you went out with him.

Hunger and—

Just hunger.

That’s all the rest of your existence will be now. Wandering, empty, purposeless.

Time slows and thickens, like air turned to water. Your ears are ringing, but there’s no sound. No wind, no breath, no heartbeat.

You’re not sure who you are without Sukuna.

And now you know what you have to do, something implicit in your bones that knows, that��s already pulling the blade out of his neck.

You stare at the blade in your hand, wet with his blood. Still warm.

It glints in the dim light like it wants you to follow.

You don’t cry; there’s nothing left for that.

Just silence.

Just the ache of his absence pressing down on your ribs like a weight too heavy to breathe through.

Slowly, you lower yourself beside him, curling into the warmth that’s already leaving his body. Your forehead brushes his jaw, lips pressing against the blood-slick edge of his throat like a kiss goodbye.

“Don’t wait for me,” you whisper, though you don’t know if you mean it. You hope you do.

Then you take the blade and guide it up, not hesitating now. There’s no drama or fanfare, just inevitability.

The metal bites in just beneath your sternum, and it’s almost a relief. The pain blooms sharp, then dull, then distant.

Your body slumps forward into his, cheek resting against his chest as you wonder what will happen next.

And in those final seconds, heart slowing, vision blurring, you swear you hear it—a heartbeat.

Not yours.

His.

Or maybe… just the echo of it. A phantom memory to carry you into the dark.

Days later, only Sukuna’s body is found. Next to him, a mysterious pile of ash.

Together at last.

a/n: something something something abt ending generational cycles idk lol

taglist: @mistalli @latrotoxiins @maomimii @indiewritesxoxo

[leviscolwill]

adore

pairing: bsf!jude x fem!reader

summary: you adored your friendship with jude, but sometimes you wished things weren't so complicated between the two of you. [wc: 3,2k]

contents: mostly angst ??? a few cute moments here and there bc i'm fluff girly thru and thru 🤞, they can't communicate to save their life, drunk jude, a random man being annoying, jude being a dumb fuck, language, did i miss anything ?

note: this wip has been rotting in my drafts for a couple of months, i hope you enjoy it because i really enjoyed writing it 🫶

now playing adore by cashmere cat & ariana grande...

"please don't leave me y/n... you don't understand, i need you here."

"jude, i'm literally going to the toilet. i'll be back in 5 minutes, now let me go."

your best friend had always been the clingy type whenever he'd reach his alcohol limit (which was usually only after a couple of drinks). but tonight he was practically glued to your side, not that you minded, you basically spent your whole life attached by the hip. but you had to admit, it hurt a bit to see the person you couldn't have, not in the way you wanted to have him, at least, act all lovey-dovey with you.

the nature of your relationship with jude was complex, to say the least. he was your best friend since you were kids and you wouldn't change that for the world. but the way he looked at you sometimes made you yearn for something more, or whenever his touches on your shoulder or your waist would linger a bit too long to be friendly. maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you, after all, the chances of jude wanting you the way you wanted him were very low, not to mention the fact you led two different lives. but it didn't matter, you could manage to live and long for him with the hope that one day you could be more than a best friend to him. and this thought was all you needed to face him and his sparkly eyes for the rest of the night.

when you got out of the bathroom, your mind was still full of thoughts of your relationship with jude running in your mind. you were so engrossed in your thoughts that you bumped into a man's chest, not really being careful about your surroundings.

"i'm sorry, i wasn't looking." you quickly apologise to him, you were already on your way to your friends before the man grabbed your wrist, quickly letting it go.

"it's okay sweetheart, can i get your name as an apology ?" you cringed at his poor attempt at flirting with you, but you weren't feeling confrontational tonight.

"i'm-"

"y/n !" jude's voice made your head turn in surprise.

"you were gone for so long i almost forgot what your beautiful face looked like." he said smashing his face on your shoulder.

"is that your boyfriend?"

"ummm, no he's my-"

"depends who's asking." jude interrupted you, side-eyeing the nameless man.

"jude. i can speak for myself." the look he gave you broke your heart a bit, his lips pouting in sadness.

"if he is not your boyfriend, i'd gladly take your number, might even take you back to my hotel room..." it was obvious to everyone around that the situation was uncomfortable for you, that familiar feeling of disgust you always got when a man was being too friendly creeping on you.

"who do you think you are?" your best friend stared at the man with a frown on his face.

"jude, let's not..." the tension between the two men was evident as people stopped to stare at whatever was happening.

"relax mate, i just wanna talk to your friend nothing more." the stranger grabbed your wrist, still looking at jude, testing him, testing how far he would go to stop this.

"let me go." you didn't have to try getting away from him because jude did it for you.

the nameless guy suddenly let you go, and seeing him hold his jaw while screaming profanities at your best friend was all you needed to understand what just happened. jude punched him, but the alcohol in his veins prevented him from dodging the punch that came straight for his eyebrow.

immediately you took jude's arm before he found another idea to mess up your night some more, and walked out of the packed club for some air. you ordered a uber for the two of you and texted your friends that you were getting home early.

even fresh air couldn't rid you of the anger that coursed through your body. of course, you were mad at the man who couldn't keep his hands to himself. but another part of you couldn't help but be pissed at jude and his impulsive behaviour. but when you looked at him and saw blood trickle down from his eyebrow, everything was suddenly forgotten and you could only worry.

"fuck you're bleeding, why didn't you tell me? fuck, fuck, fuck." you searched through your bag for a tissue, mentally cursing yourself for how messy it was, and handed one to jude.

"just didn't wanna bother you..." he mumbled, holding it to his wound.

you both waited for the uber in complete silence, you knew you needed to have a conversation with jude about what just happened but you'd do it tomorrow, when he was sober and when your judgement wouldn't be clouded by anger.

thankfully, your uber didn't take too long to arrive, you helped jude put his seatbelt on after watching him struggle with it for a good minute. the atmosphere was tense and it seemed the driver felt it so he didn't try to make conversation with any of you.

you were halfway to your destination when you felt jude's fingers brush against yours lightly. you took a glance at where your hand lay, on the middle seat, jude's hand was right next to yours and when you looked at him he was suddenly entranced by his shoes, busy pretending it never happened.

you were sick of him acting like a child, so you held his hand, since he obviously wouldn't do it himself. the rest of the drive was silent but the atmosphere was peaceful, a nice change from the club.

you let go of jude's hand once you arrived at the villa you rented with your group of friends. you immediately took jude to the bathroom to clean his cut, he looked like a child while you were gathering the material you needed, mumbling words to himself with a frown on his face.

"is it gonna hurt?"

"probably not." these were the first words you exchanged since the club, the uneasy atmosphere of the room wasn't one you were used to whenever you were with jude. he was the one person who could understand you the best in the world, but it just wasn't the case tonight.

"can you hold my hand?" it was like he turned four again. but you couldn't deny anything from him, especially not when his eyes were glassy from all the drinks he had, so you took jude's hand in yours.

you started cleaning the cut, fully focused on your task, trying your best not to be distracted by the way your faces were inches from each other's.

"you're so pretty..."

if there was one thing you knew about drunk jude, it was that had loose lips. he couldn't keep any secret from you whenever he had the right amount of alcohol in his veins, and that often worked in your favour, but right now his words were only distracting you from your job.

"don't say that..." your heart was racing both at his words and at the proximity you two shared.

"i mean it." he was tracing your jaw with his fingers. you felt your hand quiver at the unexpected contact, and afraid you might mess something up because of jude, you quickly put a bandage on top of his, now clean, cut.

you started tidying up everything you used and expected jude to go to his room but he didn't budge.

"what's wrong?" you were a bit worried his injury was more serious than you thought and his brain was just working a bit slower than usual.

"kiss it better... please?" he said pointing at his bandage with a kissy face.

you were torn between kissing or slapping some sense into the boy standing in front of you. jude bent down so your face was in front of his, you obliged because you knew hammered jude would not have let you go to bed before you kissed him better. not because you wanted to, of course.

he was still unmoved, looking deep into your eyes so you took his hand in yours and led him to his bedroom for him to get a good night of sleep.

once you got jude to his bedroom safely, which wasn't an easy task given how starstruck he was at every little everyday thing in the house, he threw himself on his bed and grumbled something about clothes, before taking off his shirt with no prior notice. you immediately looked at your feet to give him some privacy while he changed clothes. he only giggled at your action saying he knows how much you would like to watch undress. which wasn't true, of course.

you took a quick peek, to make sure he was under his sheets. handing him a glass of water once he had his sheets pulled up to his chin and a content look on his face.

"no thanks, i'm not hungry."

"this is a glass of water?" you were perplexed at jude's words. the fatigue of your body preventing you from trying to understand his nonsense.

"well, i'm not hungry for water." you sighed at his childlike behaviour and considered shoving the water down his throat at some point before retracting, not really wanting to deal with the homicide of one the most in-demand football players of the moment.

you placed the glass on his bedside table and walked towards the door, unwilling to talk to a very drunk jude when all your body asked for was a good night of sleep.

but you couldn't ignore jude calling your name in a tired voice. you turned around to listen to whatever he had to say to you, only for him to beckon you closer with his hand. you rolled your eyes but still obliged, sitting on the unoccupied side of his bed.

"i just wanted to know why you were mad at me tonight." you didn't want to have this conversation tonight, but it seemed jude had other plans.

"because even if your intention was right, i think we could've solved the issue with no fits of screaming and fighting. i know you meant right but you can't just act without thinking all the time." you weren't even sure jude was registering your words properly, his eyes moving up and down your face.

"but i was mad at him too, he kept talking to my girl as if i wasn't right there." although jude was hardly convincing by the way the words came out of his mouth all slurred, you had to admit him calling you his girl put a faint smile on your face.

you thought your best friend was done but he just kept right on.

"fuck, you don't even know how many times i wished i was your boyfriend to stop these men looking at you that way. i mean i wished i was your boyfriend all the time, but especially then and also when you show me whoever you're talking to, you really have a vile taste in men y'know."

you looked at jude in total shock, he wasn't aware of what he just said from the way his face had the same drunken expression as before.

"do you mean it?" maybe he was pulling a prank on you. the look on his face didn't seem too serious, but then again he was drunk, how could you know how serious he was?

he laughed, how could he laugh in what was a very serious situation from your point of view?

"of course i mean it, sometimes it even looks like you want me too, maybe i just thought wrong. just tell me you don't want me, i reckon i could live with the fact i'm your best friend a bit longer." jude's nonsense somehow got even more nonsensical. how could he be saying all this with a smile on his face? even worse, how could he possibly think you didn't want him to be your boyfriend? you didn't even know what to say to him. hell, was there even a right thing to say in this exact situation?

"you can't do this to me jude... you can't just say this shit to me when you're drunk out of your mind. what do you expect me to say? i don't even know if you're aware of what you're telling me right now." words finally found their way out, your voice was much less cheery and much angrier than his as you felt a sense of injustice seeping through your veins. how could he say this to you like it was the simplest thing in the world? did he only love you when he was drunk? did he actually mean that, or was he over-exaggerating things under the influence?

"i love you and i loved you for a long time, please believe me, i know you're my best friend, and i don't want to ruin things between us... but i just needed to get this off my chest." jude was truly confused as to why you were so mad at him for this sudden 'confession'. of course, you didn't have to reciprocate his feelings, but he could only think about how he ruined your friendship for good from the way you responded so vehemently.

"goodnight jude." you left his room before he could add anything, and your thoughts were already running wild. you weren't sure if you should be feeling happy that he felt for you what you felt for him, or if you should be mad at jude for dropping this bomb on you so suddenly when he could clearly not think straight, making you doubt about the whole thing.

if you were overthinking before, your brain was now about to explode from everything that just happened in the span of an hour.

once you got under your sheets, no amount of sheep counting, lofi music, or breathing methods could put you to sleep. your brain was screaming at you, urging you to freak out about what just happened. every and each of your thoughts led back to jude, your own brain was torturing you, forcing you to separate truth from fiction at 3am.

you wished jude told you the truth, you wished his drunken words were his sober thoughts. but you didn't know how you were supposed to act like this never happened if this wasn't the case. how could you possibly come back to your little role, so well perfected over the years, of jude's best friend after he gave you the smallest glimpse of hope? your friendship with jude was the most important thing for you, but you wondered if you'd be able to pretend for the rest of your life or if you would go insane before that.

when sleep finally started taking over your endless train of thought, you came to the conclusion that if he meant what he said earlier, he'd have no issues telling you once he sobered up. you comforted yourself with this idea while your eyes closed by themselves, no more energy left in them to fight for the sake of overthinking.

jude had been avoiding you all day. the only time you exchanged an eye contact was during breakfast and even then he quickly went back to his room, not speaking a word to you. you could tell he was avoiding you like the plague, if he happened to be where you were he'd immediately flee the room, suddenly mesmerized by his phone.

you wished you were mad at him for how he was treating you and how he was making you feel, but the truth is, you could only focus on your heart breaking a little more each time he'd walk past you like you were two strangers.

after dining with the rest of your friends, you decided you were sick of jude's little games. if he didn't want to talk to you, then you would confront him whether he liked it or not.

it took you all the strength of the world to knock on his door after taking a deep breath.

no answer.

there was no way he knew it was you, you were sure of it. maybe he was just avoiding everyone tonight? you quickly refuted this idea, you saw him laugh with a couple of your friends half an hour ago.

you knocked again, a bit harsher this time to make sure he'd hear it. still nothing. you were preparing yourself to knock one more time, with much less hope than the first time.

"y/n, what are you doing?" yasmeen's voice startled you, it almost felt like getting caught doing something you shouldn't be doing.

"um... just needed to talk to jude, do you know where he is?" you couldn't help but feel embarrassed at the question. you were his best friend, if anyone should know where he was, that would be you. and your friend's dumbfounded look wasn't helping the heat creeping on your face right now.

"what do you mean? he left like an hour ago, had an unexpected meeting in london or something like that... he didn't tell you?"

it had been a very long time since you felt this way, maybe since middle school when your math teacher made fun of you in front of the whole class. your mouth suddenly drying, the sensation of your heart constricting, and your eyes stinging, trying their best not to let the sadness spill. it all felt like one big joke, you hoped jude would open the door, he'd tell you he was messing with you, he'd tell you everything he said last night again.

but that moment did not come. you couldn't answer yasmeen, afraid that the truth might spill along with your tears if you uttered a word. you simply shook your head, and went to your room, trying your best not to meet her eyes. your friends weren't blind, they could tell something was wrong between jude and you today, although none of them asked you what happened, they just kept a watchful eye on you and the way you looked at jude, in hopes he'd look back.

it felt good to cry in the privacy of your own room, far from the speculative conversation others were most likely having about the whole situation.

once your eyes were short of tears, you somehow found the strength to take your phone and click on your messages with jude to type a new one.

let's just keep doing what you did all day

i'll pretend you don't exist and last night never happened

probably best for us :)

[holybibly]

girl i really dunno how to ask but ummm i...i mean WE need more preacher/saint/priest content....oh i just thought priest yunho with some cnc and bdsm........and maybe some watersports....oh. my. god. i died. my eyes are only seeing some whips, punishment and a lot of sin. bye.

Hi, honey, how are you? I really spoiled you, didn't I? But it seems that everyone is just as crazy about hot priests/pasors,preachers, and nuns as I am. Woo was hotter than hell when he was a priest, don't you think, bunnies?

I've already mentioned that I'll be doing a sequel for each member, but I'll tell you more so you can look forward to my updates.

Below I mention religious, hierophilia and church related topics. Bunnies, please refrain from reading if such content makes you uncomfortable. You have been warned!

Beware of False Prophets Demon San x Reader

Everyone in your town has been talking about the arrival of a new priest. The parishioners have been on their knees in praise of Pastor Choi San ever since he walked through the doors of your little church. He was devout, quiet, and, for a priest, incredibly handsome. He quickly became the object of admiration and wet dreams.

And you were not left out. The way his cat-like eyes would sometimes linger on you during Mass, or the way your name would roll off his tongue when he addressed you, made you blush with shame, not only at the dirty thoughts in your head but also at the fact that your panties were getting too wet just by looking at San.

But little did you know that Pastor Choi San had much more forbidden and depraved intentions towards you than that. Not all that glitters is gold, and not everyone is a saint who wears a holy robe.

It is said that one should beware of false prophets, for good intentions lead to hell. Or maybe the demon San will disguise himself as the new pastor of your church and try to tempt you into committing a sin.

Are you callin' me a sinner? Priest Yunho x Widow Reader

It was never in your wildest dreams that you'd be a widow at such a young age. Less than three months had passed since you got married when your husband tragically died, and this became the talk of your small town.

People walked past you, looked at you with disgust, closed their doors in front of you, and pointedly ignored you as if you had committed some mortal sin, which is probably what they thought you had done. You were so young and too beautiful, and your husband... Your husband was a man much older than you. You loved him; you really did, and losing him destroyed you. Your husband left you a huge fortune to inherit, and people whispered that you killed him to get money and to take a lover. Some even said you made a pact with the devil by killing your husband in return for your unearthly beauty and money. They said that you were a sinful brat.

Your only comfort at that time was faith, and you spent all your evenings in prayer and penance. One day, your housekeeper advised you to contact the priest, Jeong Yunho, describing him as a pious, compassionate, and gentle person who always showed mercy to everyone and granted the desired forgiveness of sins to all the troubled hearts. But she neglected to mention that Yunho was also an incredibly handsome young man who was more likely to tempt you to sin than to help you atone for it.

"I will help you get rid of your sins, my child." His hoarse voice whispered in your ear as he let the dress fall from your shoulders and down your back.

"I am going to cleanse you of the sin and the impurity of this world." Yunho said as he put a blindfold over your eyes and tied your hands behind your back.

"The only way you will be able to atone for your sins is through pain, and I will help you with that, my dear." He said this, accompanying his words with a lash of his whip across your bare skin.

Say yes to Heaven Pastor Yeosang x Libertine Reader

You never wanted to have anything as much as you wanted to have Kang Yeosang. He was handsome. He looked like an angel. He was everything that you ever wanted to sink your teeth into. He was your church's pastor. And that was what drove the hell out of you.

Yeosang was a simple man—an incredibly sweet and gentle man—who always helped his parishioners find the right path and to find God in their hearts. You, however, could brag about an endless list of sins and vices that you proudly displayed, like your favourite red lipstick. If given the chance, you would paint the whole town red, but mostly you wanted to see it smeared around Pastor Yeosang's handsome cock while you deepthroated him. The two of you came from completely different worlds—a saint and a sinner—but you had always believed that opposites attract.

Every mass was a game of seduction for you, and you wondered how far you could go before the angelic halo over Yeosang's head would crack and he would fuck you senseless. Although you had doubts that he could do it, you had a feeling that he was a virgin and would probably faint at the sight of a pink, wet pussy in front of his pretty angelic face. God, the boy was so holy and inexperienced about sex.

But how wrong you were about him! There are always two sides to every coin, and you will learn from experience that there are some desires that are better left as fantasies. Or the one where Pastor Yeosang fucks you to the last inch of your life and teaches you the concept of out-of-body experiences through orgasm.

Me and the Devil Lucifer Seonghwa x Reader Nun

From the day your parents took you to church for the first time, you knew that your life would be one of devotion to God. Of course, this was not the destiny your family wanted for you, but they still supported you on your way to becoming a virgin bride.

The convent where you lived to prepare for your vows was far from home and did not have the best reputation. But the priest of your parish convinced you that it was there, and nowhere else, that you could know God. And he was right; you did know God, but it was not the God to whom you prayed every night of your life.

It all began with dreams. Dark and unholy dreams came to you more and more often. The cold hands of a stranger sliding over your skin, a hot tongue exploring your body and lips as if sin itself were branding you with kisses, all ending with the first rays of dawn. Then this strange cat appeared and would not leave your side for a minute. But what frightened you most was the disappearance of the other nuns. One after the other, they vanished without a trace, until there were only a few novices left in the convent.

The night you took your vows was dark and moonless. So were the eyes of the dark-winged angel who appeared before you. It was as if he were woven of pure sin, depravity, and rage, oozing from his skin like ichor, and the rustle of his wings was the very sound you would hear before your death. But Angel, Lucifer, Seonghwa—call him what you like—came here with one goal: to finally get his bride.

"Do you have faith that your God will be the answer to your prayers, my beautiful bride? Do you believe that he is going to save you?" Seonghwa's lips touched your cheek, and his burning breath flowed across your skin. "You belong to me. Your soul, your faith, your body—all of it belongs to me. And you will accept me as your husband, dear child. Or you will say goodbye to your life at dawn."

There will be a separate post for Mingi, Jongho and Hongjoong. I am going to leave you in suspense, my little bunnies.

There's no harm in a bit of intrigue, is there?

[yuukei-yikes]

do u have any more info on harutaka kid and shinaya kid? i care them

if u ever ask "do u have more info on (kagepro hc)" the answer is yes. and if it isnt i can make shit up on the spot. however for this is a Huge yes. here's doodles.

i've got more but they're somehow spoilery to my comics so LMAO. anyways. 1 million headcanons under the cut.

ok so. something funny. i made them be really into baseball. and it's funny cause ive gotten kagefuture compared to falsettos like 3 times and the kid in that musical plays baseball too BUT THAT WASN'T WHY. i just think ayame (shinaya kid) is really sporty and generally into all team sports but i was like ok i'll choose one to be Her thing. and i knew baseball is really popular in japan so i was between that and football (soccer for the americans but im not calling it that) but idk football is so The Basic Sport ever. so i went for baseball. so she's very intensely into baseball and breaks windows constantly at home. probably on an ongoing fight with ayano abt it

konoha (harutaka kid) (he named himself they wouldn't name him that) is also in the team with her because ayame dragged him along but he's not... suuuper into it and he's Reeeallly bad at it so he's always struggling with self confidence. Another funny thing. i thought of these hcs before the pixar series win or lose came out. ive only seen episode 1 since its free on youtube but when i watched it i was like omfg. that kid being upset playing softball is basically my konoha kid hc. like he's not having a good time and comes back from games really upset. haruka and takane would really want him to quit LOL so that's a point of discussion for the 3 of them

i think he refuses to quit cause he doesn't see it as an option+ayame has a very overbearing personality and is The decider. a little bit of a controlling best friend situation. ayame's the youngest of 4 and has a big age diff with her siblings and that has its cons (not taken seriously) and pros (gets whatever she wants). the cons result in her projecting very intensely in her friendship w konoha who is pretty meek and generally needs a lesson on learning to say no. EVENTUALLY konoha would obviously quit and focus his time in whatever introvert stuff he's into. maybe videogames like haruka and takane and they can be a lame gamer family

btw haruka and ayano are the ones going to see them play and they're rly intense abt it. shintaro and takane are NOT into that shit. konoha doesnt care takane doesnt go cause he sucks anyway and is embarrassed haruka is even there but ayame's bugging shintaro like CRAZY to go see her. shinaya point of discussion GO SEE UR DAMN KID PLAY HER GAME

also i think ayame is really smart and not cause she got the crazy high iq from shintaro but instead i think he'd really get into tutoring her and teaching her big words when she's small LOL so she's got a big vocabulary but she's also a kid so sometimes she talks like. dude that match had me totes discombobulated like seriously. and ayano's like wtf is ur dad saying to u.

shintaro w but he doesn't talk to ayame like she's stupid and just speaks like he would with anyone else and just explains it if he says a word she doesn't know. idk. i think it's cute if he got all into The Brain Development and Abstract Conceptualizations just to know what word of the week to give his kid. its CUTE ALRIGHT. jin would've made this guy a teacher. he can do that here. shintaro being good with kids and finding out he really likes them. is this a hot take. is this ooc. have i lost the plot too much

also ayano works with children so in college she probably studied up all that stuff too so they'd be on the same page and be having weirdass conversations abt ayame's developmental stage or some shit and haruka and takane are like wtf are u guys Talking about.

ummm UMM what else. well kano and ayame is its whole thing bc their relationship really depends on the outcome of kagefuture that i haven't even decided.

in a shinaya situation kano's different from her other uncles/aunts who treat her like best princess girl ever, kano is more distant and he's not like letting her stay over at his place like everyone else etc. like he's more difficult and she's stubborn and likes a challenge so she WOULD be a little annoying about it bc she's curious about him. and i think kido and seto who try so hard to be the best ever are so mad bc they're like this is just like ayano playing favorites with kano (i hc they think that) except now it's our niece prefering him! and kano isnt even awesome to her like we are!! WHY IS HE ALWAYS THE FAVORITE!!!

but their relationship in a kanoshin situation would be super different. he still wouldn't be treating her like best princess girl ever but he Would coddle her a lot more. because i mean i guess kano and shintaro would (INSANELY ENOUGH) be in a stable relationship and living together. so kano would inadvertently be a parent figure to her too cause they live together. but that thought freaks him out so much so instead they're always arguing like siblings lol. if she's staying with ayano she beefs with her siblings and if she's with shintaro she beefs with kano. but i guess kano will side with ayame if it gets on shintaro's nerves. which probably happens often. i think in a kanoshin situation it'd be funny for ayame to be sleeping between them and kicking nonstop and kano's like why did i sign up for this again.

either way, ayame takes joy from riling him up. kind of like shintaro does. this is kano's karma for always messing with everybody so badly. congrats ur niece is just as annoying as ur ex bf/lame husband.

btw it feels silly to clarify but ayame and konoha wouldn't be together romantically. cause i feel pairing up fankids is really common so that's why i say it. they're more like family

haruka and takane have no siblings and both have 1 person as caregivers (and haruka's is kinda not awesome) so like. their family IS the mekakushi dan. and shintaro and ayano are their best friends theyre always hanging out so their kids are like. kind of like cousins. the cousin ur actual friends with and u go to the same school just different grades. that's their vibe hehe

[nicothedingus]

spud headcanons because i'm bored

a lot of ya'll liked my wallmark headcanons so here's some spud headcanons <3 there might be some Sarah ones in here too. idk

gentle giant who cares about wildlife. has helped a chick that has fallen out of its nest at least once

lives in the woods near the camp, usually sleeping in a cave or in trees. sometimes visits Sarah and sleeps outside her cabin/on the floor inside

viewed as a cryptid of sorts by people who don't know of the gnarpian attack. there's probably ominous photos of him circulating online at this point

Sarah has set up wind chimes around the camp because 1. Spud likes the sound 2. it helps him remember where the camp is

probably purrs. loudly. if he can make bubble noises i think he can purr and chirp and make other noises okay

learned methods of nonverbal communication so he can still communicate with Sarah when he's overwhelmed :)

tries to socialise but regrets it afterwards

eats out of the trash near the camps mess hall i think. that or he steals the marshmallows. fiend

certified silly straw enjoyer. Sarah has a few because he probably can't drink from cups otherwise. they will have hot chocolate together

has a kandi bracelet with Sarah's name on it. so he doesn't forget it. yeah i know canonically he doesn't remember her very well but i'll always see them as besties still <:)

whenever he gets hurt Sarah gives him cute bandages i think. she covers him in stickers in general

sometimes when he explodes he just. disassembles. he doesn't die his arms just fall off. Sarah has to stitch him them back on afterwards (inspired by this adorable post)

scars. lots of them. has a big vertical one on his torso

went bald after ripping all of his hair out due to the stress of what happened to him, but it's been regrowing well!

wobbles a bit whenever he moves

HOLY SHIT THAT'S A LOT if you guys want more headcanons ummm please do say so my brain is rotting!!!

[jaylienpotter]

15 questions, 15 people

Thx for the tag @marauders-everything2

Starting a new post, it was too long. Slightly modified some questions.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Don't remember, probably yesterday.

3. Do you want to have kids?

No thanks :)

4. What sports do/have you played?

My parents tried putting me in a bunch of shit when I was younger so I've done: swimming (for some years, still not great at it lol), surfing (quit after like 2 months), kizomba dance (hated it), another type of dance, contemporary dance (I liked it but the place closed), and we went skiing several times (which I love). If horseriding counts, I did that for a year. Currently not doing any.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yeah, sometimes. But I'm also quite direct and straightforward. Only "straight" I am.

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone?

Their fashion style. I love going up to strangers to compliment their outfits!

7. What's your eye colour?

Dark brown.

8. Movies with sad or happy endings?

I love movies with uncertain, ambiguous endings, in which the meaning is up for debate (like Inception).

9. What talents do you have?

Fast at absorbing information (sometimes), hypercreativity, great at bullshitting in academic tests/essays, good at making accents and voices, ummm... Can't remember more.

10. Where would you like to live?

New Zealand. It's pretty and one of the least problematic English-speaking countries (wanna live somewhere where English is the official language).

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing fanfiction and original stories (more like my passion), playing The Sims 4, drawing digitally (haven't in a while though), singing?

12. Do you have any pets?

My parents have 3 dogs (no breed) and koi fish. I want a cat :')

13. How tall are you?

165 cm or 5'5" for the Americans.

14. Favourite subject in school?

At college. Don't really like any of my current classes. Ig English C1.2 because we studied the Broadway play Hamilton. Although I haven't learned anything new.

15. What is your dream job?

Writer/author, would also like to do voice acting. Maybe a psychologist too, haven't decided if I'll take a second college degree.

No pressure tags: @siriuslystarbucks @starsandmoonys @whoopsiesnodaisies @star4daisy @starchaser-lily @half-cold-coffee @cazzythefrogking @starsarestories @my-beloved-fandoms @my-castles-crumbling @reggiecantswimm @artbyace @literallytoogaytofunction @rosemelodyshah @theres-an-endless-starry-sky

[halovianarchives]

misunderstandings ft. childe

inspo: “I know you don’t like labels, so will you be my married-person-thing?”

it's hard to be in love with someone who's so obvious that they like you back but refuse to admit it. unfortunately, that's the situation childe has with you. everyone could see the love and affection in your eyes whenever you see the ginger male. but no matter hard they try to make you admit that you like him, you shut your mouth and change the subject.

well, you have had admitted it quietly in your friend's ear once but maybe too loudly because childe's ear perked up when you said his name. you immediately changed the subject right away.

"name? did you say my name?" childe asked as you tried to play off your flustered look,

"no? i was talking about albedo's sister. i mean, it's amazing how hes able to work around her. because um... children! i meant to say children not "childe". you have selective hearing! thats what you have." you spluttered up as amber whispered in your ear,

"good save."

he smiled hoping not in an awkward way and said, "ohh! thats what you mean."

that was so not what you meant and sadly, it's gotten so obvious even the subject of your affection noticed. it's not that hard to notice. even though, your state of denial does annoy him when he tries to court you like a peacock, he does like the chase. but the real question is, is he the prey or the predator in the situation?

you noticed that childe has been... not himself? not at all, in a bad way, of course but it's interesting that your boyfriend is acting like he has fallen in love all over again. do you have to worry about how his eyes only glimmer around you? maybe, but his eyes are pretty. speaking of the devil, he just texted you.

\\ 🍊: name

\\ 🍊: i need to talk to you rq

\\ 🍊: pls 🥲

he's so silly sometimes. you remember when he barely used emojis when you first began being friends. but as your relationship grew, he started to adapt how you texted. it's cute.

\\ 🍓: call?

\\ 🍊: ummm no. come to my house.

\\ 🍓: rn? it's like 7 😭😭

\\ 🍊: yes... well no 😞

\\ 🍊: you know what im coming over rn

\\ 🍓: RN?

\\ 🍊: yes.

what just happened?

---

childe arrived at your doorstep, out of breath. it was cold. too cold and it was snowing. he loves the cold and his favorite memories with you was building a snowman and a snow woman together with teucer. teucer isn't really picky with people but he approves of you a lot. childe remember how happy you were when he told you that his little brother likes to hang out with you. despite it all, he still has the balls to confess and ask you out. or if you don't like labels. thats fine. if he's able to relax in your warmth somehow, he'd be content. no dating? it's okay. he will wait for you. he slipped into his pocket, looking for his phone, texting you.

\\ 🍊: pls open your door.

\\ 🍊: it's too cold and you know i can handle the cold

\\ 🍊: name pls

\\ 🍊: berry berry pls

the door opened wide, the warmth of your apartment escaping to the chilled breeze. he was bundled up in different layers. one hand has his phone the other was buried in his pocket. you were confused. he would be confused too if he was you. he was guessing what kind of thoughts ran in your mind like why you are here out of breath? wouldnt you be sick? while you welcomed him into the apartment, closing the door behind him and helping childe take off one or two layers of clothes. once he was warmed up and comfortable, you asked him, "did you run here? we live 2 hours away from each other. why didn't you take your car? why couldn't just call?"

he nodded off your questions. he looked up at you and you looked kind of pissed and annoyed. "okay, i will answer that if you just listen to me."

your stance changed from closed off to open, you crossed your arms though. "okay?"

"okay. um, i wanted to do this in a nicer and different setting. it'd would be much better than this and i promise i'll do it in a different way too." he looked at you again for approval. your hand moved in a circular motion, signaling him to get to the point. "well, i like you and i think you like me too. i know you don't really like those labels of being-" he fakes quoted with his fingers. " 'together'. but would you be my significant-married-person-thing with me? if you don't, it's fine."

after he got that off his chest, he sighed deeply. he waited for your response. half hoping that he didn't get rejected by you just now. but all he heard was laughing. nervously, he looked at you again. "what?"

"i thought we were together." you sat next to him, trying to snifle your laughs. he could see the tears outlining your eyes. instictively, he wiped off a tear off your face.

you watched how your words finally were processed in childe's brain and you could vividly see a lightbulb light up just now. "what?"

"i thought we were dating already."

"when did you think that???"

"well, in like highschool or middle school, when we were sleeping on my bed for one of our saturday sleepovers. you said, 'name, i want to be together with you forever.' and i replied with, 'i'd like that.'"

childe's face morphed, "but i didn't ask you officially. you knew i liked you from the start???"

"only because i thought we were dating from the start. gosh, my boyfriend is so stupid."

BOYFRIEND?? VGBHJMAKLS;VPNEF L YAYY WHOOSH BOYFRIEND... wait a minute. "if we are dating, why did you ignore me at school and become flustered?"

"good question. i don't remember."

"WHAT???"

"i'm just kidding, childe. also were you dreaming because the only time that happened was like highschool. i feel like we shouldve had a chat about this."

"you think??"

"im sorry childe. here's your apology gift." you pecked his lips. he melted instantly.

"don't you think... this makes you forgiven."

"oh how dare i think that! so... do you want to watch tangled again?"

"yes."

[koco-coko]

Introducing my HL OC: Amelie Voss

Credit: @kiwiplaetzchen

wowie zowie a hogwarts legacy oc no way....

Playlist: Amelie Voss

Pinterist board: Amelie Voss inspo

Ummm idk how to introduce her... how about a quick get to know summary? Sure. (I'll improve this one day somehow)

So here's the basics:

Amelie Voss is sole heir to the Voss family, a noble family ranked decently well, and her specific family is well set, as her father is the youngest and practically guarenteed to not having any claim over the family company. So, her parents became rather flippant and careless people who only a child for the thrill of it. Once they were bored... well, Amelie got thrown out to her grandparents at Pitt-Upon-Ford. That was until her maternal grandparenrs died when she was rather young. While her parents gave her the house her grandparents stayed in, they only ever checked in by sending letters once a month.

Left to fend for herself, Amelie grew up fast. To keep her and the infant Kneazle she kept fed, she resorted to pickpocketing and other... not very legal means. Though, a certain woman named Bernadette did find her pitiful enough and took Amelie under her wing, making sure she never got her hands too dirty. Amelie simply did some of the physical labor while being doted on and taught by her. Also has seen and was taught a lot of dark magic but ehhhheheh thats probably no big deal

She gets accepted into hogwarts, woah ancient magic neat, the story proceeds, she meets 2 slytherin boys and animagus girl, alsp gets a crush on a cute hufflepuff girl, yada yada... not much changes here tbh

And after hogwarts her and Ominis get into a mutual lavender marriage since 1) theyre both nobility so their families wont complain 2) theyre friends anyways why not be roommates and so Ominis and Sebastian are together because they basically already were an old married couple and Amelie gets to be with Poppy and everyones happy yayyyy

Fun facts:

Amelie is very much autistic but its the 1800s so not much help there.

Constantly overstimulated all the time theyre screaming on the inside like 24/7. 25/8 even.

Averse to physical touch, but likes weight and pressure to calm down so instead she likes to sink in the water. Water is pressure and sometimes cold sometimes warm and mmm. Touch grass? No she must go to the SEA. She needs to be in the WATER.

Mentioned earlier but she has a little Kneazle thats her best friend. His name is Marquis and he's just a brainless baby and Amelie loves him and snuck him into the ROR once it was open to her.

Writes letter to Bernadette whenever she has a problem ever. She's seen writing letters to her a lot, but never tells anyone who she's writing too...

Probably more i forgot

Ok yeah. Cool. I will make a better one and some fics eventually but I just needed her out into the world (i'll also get an ingame screenshot eventually but i havent been able to get on in a while but trust it is coming)

[blackhill2245]

Watch my girlfriend

Warnings - none (:

Fem reader x carina x maya

I was sitting on the floor messing around with the new lego set carina bought me.

She promised if I washed her car she'd get me one, but jokes on her I loved washing her car it felt like I was in pressure washer simulator.

I fiddled with a small single piece, trying to decipher where it goes before Maya comes in with her phone.

"Here baby" she hands me her phone, I look up at her confused as she walks away before realizing she was recording.

"Maya?" I question quietly, but she was already gone, "maya?" I look around confused, fumbling with the phone. I look down and stare at it for a minute, "ummm"

I tilt my head as I set the phone down and look at it before shrugging and going back to my Lego. Five minutes later, I realized Maya is still gone, I stand up abandoning my Lego and grab her phone.

I was at the station, as I didn't have work and didn't want to be in the apartment alone so I tagged along with Maya, I sometimes did it with Carina to but it's boring at the hospital so I didn't do it that often.

"Um well hello" I wave to the camera, slowly looking around for my girlfriend.

"Ummm, I'm mayas girlfriend and carinas too," I smile, beaming as I think about them.

"I'm just gonna - hey Andy?" My eyes dart away from the screen as I see one of my good friends Andy Herrera."Do you know where Maya is?" I was a little nervous although Andy is my good friend. i still get anxious around her, "Oh hey, did you not hear the bell?" I furrow my brows,"no?" She shakes her head, amused."They were called to a house fire. " I make an oh face and nod."How come you aren't there?" I question, "I'm not feeling great, so I volunteered for desk duty".

Before I could respond the reception phone rings and she gives me an apologetic look before walking away.

I quickly realized the phones still recording, "Oh! I'm sorry I didn't forget you. " I talk to the phone as if it's a person.

I look around before smiling "Hey! I'll being you on a tour" I skip down the stairs passing a confused Andy on the phone and heading to where the trucks are usually parked.

"I call this the garage because I don't actually know the name. It's where they keep the ambulance and the truck" I pan the phone around trying to get everything shown.

"Oh! And that's the pole!- wait. " I quickly rush back up the stairs, arriving at the top of the pole slightly out of breath.

"I should work out with Maya more" I mutter.

"Normally, I'm not allowed down the pole, but... nobody's here to tell me no. " I smile cheerily, setting the camera down to get a good view.

"OH, this is kinda scary," I waver as I dangle from the pole, "Uh well here goes nothing" I slide down, but go to fast.

"Ow, ow, ow." I clutch my wrist legs still wrapped around the pole, but I'm sitting on my bum, my lip wobbles as I stand up clutching my wrist I make my way back up to get the phone avoiding Andy as I knew she'd be mad I went down it with out permission.

I sadly grabbed the phone, walked down to Mayas office and lay on her bed in her bunk room.

I gently toss the phone on the bed before curling up, but not before grabbing Mayas jumper and using it as a blanket.

"I wanna go home now," I mutter sadly, unaware the camera was still pointing at me.

I sulk around for another ten minutes, my wrist bruising causing some tears as I accidentally put pressure on it.

I don't hear the truck pull in, I only realize they're back when Maya comes into her office.

"Baby!?" She asks looking for me.

"In here!" I tried to be loud but honestly I was sad I mean why did I have to get hurt on the stupid pole, now carina gonna be mad at me and so is Maya because I'm not supposed to go down it and I did.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She sits next to me on the bed rubbing my shoulder, "is that still recording?" She says, surprised by taking the phone and ending the recording.

"I did something stupid," I mutter, squishing my face into her leg.

"Well how about we go home hmm? Maybe Carina cuddles will cheer you up" I smile slightly at the mention of Carinas famous snuggles, "but your shift" She shushes me "don't worry it's over now, let's go home" I gets up gathering our bags and leading me to the car, not asking about what I did.

Later that night, after I went to bed, Carina and Maya looked at the recording. They hadn't asked how I injured myself, nor why i didn't stop recording like any normal person. They knew i wasn't normal. They also wanted to look at the recording themselves.

"OH poor bambino," maya shakes her head, "she's such a brat, she knows we don't want her going down the pole" carina shakes her head fondly stroking our head, from my position on her chest I grunt in annoyance "I'm not a brat!" I stick my tongue out at maya, before melting as Ctina scratches my head.

"You're meant to be asleep. You have an early start tomorrow," carina helpfuly points out. "Well it's hard to sleep when your being so loud" I groan dramaticly.

Maya rolls her eyes covering my eyes with her hand, "go to sleep" she chuckles.

I yawn and decide to sleep, but not because she said to!

Maya looks down at her phone, rolling her eyes again. "They didn't watch our girlfriend properly" she referred to the start of the video before she gave us the phone.

"You're so silly. Where did you see this trend?" The brunette asked, stroking our head softly, trying to keep us asleep, "amelia showed me it. i thought it was cute"

"Makes sense" is all carina says before she to shortly falls asleep herself.

Low key hate this doesent sound like carina or maya at all, but like spent a while on this and don't want to scrap it so enjoy (:

[mttcafe]

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[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 29 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 30

Summary :The supposed last day at the tower goes eventful as a plan goes awry and in order to make you feel better Loki shows you his jotun side.

Warning: 18+, Smutty jotun Smut, Long chapter, almost 6k words, HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up),sex, mention of stalking, mention of psychological torture, mention of physical and sexual assault, angst, insecurities, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, soft precious bean loki, polite bean Loki, Dalia, Melissa

(gif will make sense at the end)

"Hey you, follow me" Natasha said to you sternly so you looked at Loki and he looked away to not raise suspicions, you were already standing too close to him as it was. You followed her immediately to not piss her off or anything,

"Why were you talking to him?" She asked you as you tried to match her walking pace.

"Ummm Loki?" You asked her just to be sure and she glared at you,

"Who else was there with you?"

"Uhhh no one..well i was just curious about why his fiance was leaving so abruptly"

"What did he say?" She asked inquisitively and you gulped.

"He said that she's no longer his fiance and that he's not in love with her" she stopped, turned her head to look at you for a few seconds before she started to walk again. Hmm Black widow was a gossip girl, you were surprised by the knowledge

She took you to a space that looked like a locker room with bunch of lockers and you watched her walk towards one of them to key open one of them and then she took out a ziplock bag, it had your phone as well as your personal documents like your passport and keys etc that had been confiscated when you had came here.

"Steve said you can leave if you want but he'd rather have you stay and meet him tomorrow" your heart stopped momentarily as she started to speak because you didn't want to leave just yet.

"Ummm I'd stay to see him tomorrow" you told her so she shrugged, giving her an awkward smile you then proceeded to turn around to walk out but then she spoke again.

"Do you like him?" She questioned you nonchalantly as she went through the belongings in some other box she had picked from some other locker.

"What? Who?" You turned again to look at her but she was not looking at you.

"Dalia..Tony's PR agent, she is auditioning women for a fake public relationship for Loki. Nick wants him to join the team and Loki seems enthusiastic and wants to redeem himself so he will have to go under rigorous training. Dalia thinks having a partner that is from earth will have a positive impact amongst the people of earth" she looked at you as she finished her sentence and you gulped in nervousness.

"Isn't it deceiving? Fooling the people of earth with a fake relationship and getting them invested in it?" She smiled as you said that

"That's just how it has to be sometimes, who knows.. the couple may become real eventually, want to throw your name in the hat?" She asked you so you pretended to think about it. Ofcourse you wanted to throw your name in the hat.

"She won't pick me…I'm just …me" you chuckled nervously and she looked at you from top to bottom before she went back to messing with the belongings of God knows what person.

"It is not up to her, Loki agreed to this under one condition that he'd get to choose the lady of his choice..and i have noticed how you look at him"

"When is the audition?" You asked her to end the topic because she was starting to make you more and more nervous.

"In an hour.. a few of Tony's friends are coming" she airquoted the term friends and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, Tony's friends usually meant supermodels. Supermodel like Melissa.

"Ok I'll give it a try" she nodded as you said that and you turned to leave before she'd say something else.

You had to find Loki and tell him about this but he was in a meeting with Dalia and her team, an hour later you put on the same black dress you had worn at the party, did your makeup and went for this supposed audition, you noticed like ten other women in the hallway and then you saw Melissa there, of course she was there, you tried to not kill her right on the spot and decided to ignore her, surely Loki won't pick her right?

All of them looked like angels and then there was you, standing out like a sore thumb, you used to dance in school and college so you had given dance auditions before but you had no idea what was this even about?

One by one several women went in and immediately came out but none of them were leaving because they were told to stick around until the end.

The woman sitting next to you, her name was Rita, she was new in NYC and has been to one of Tony's lavish parties or two, she was 5'9 brunette and she wanted to work in movies eventually. Girls like her always fueled your insecurities because they always seemed as if they knew what they wanted and they knew how to get it, meanwhile you were thirty and had no idea what you were doing in life, you were floating aimlessly before you had found Loki, at least your love life seemed to be on a better track as compared to before.

"Aren't you too old to be here?" You heard Melisaa's voice so you looked at her, you didn't look thirty , that was one of the things you liked about yourself, you never seemed your age since as a child, always a few years younger so it was infuriating that she was picking on that.

"Aren't you too vapid to be here?" You heard Rita answering so you looked at her and smiled, she gave you a smile in return

"Besides he's like thousands years old" you mumbled nonchalantly and Melissa groaned before she went back to fixing her makeup.

Unlike other girls Rita didn't seem too obsessed with herself and she clearly didn't appreciate such remarks and stood up for you when she didn't have to.

"Is he really a thousand years old?" She asked you.

"More than that"

"How do you know that"

"Oh I read about him" she smiled as you said that

"Oh i didn't prepare at all, i should have come prepared" she chuckled nervously and now you felt bad for her. She didn't even know what she was getting into.

"Well he's Loki, he likes the color green more than anything, he's got all these magical powers that are beyond this world and i have heard from someone around here that he doesn't like those who are shallow from deep within so you're good to go" you said to her so she smiled before she got up and hugged you, so you told her good luck when it was her turn to go in, her audition or whatever it was lasted longer than other girls and you were the last one to go in.

As you entered Loki's eyes widened and you could tell he was nervous, he did notice your scent when the last girl Rita had walked in but he thought he was overthinking. What were you doing? You shouldn't be here at all.

"Ahhh y/n..sit down " You nodded as Dalia said that, she and her assistant were behind this desk, there was a chair farther away from where they were sitting, you could feel Loki's eyes on you and you didn't know if he was upset or happy with this step you had taken. You had no idea what you were doing here.

"I think as far as I know Loki has picked already who he wants but now that you're here we will give this a try y/n" Dalia let out an exasperated sigh so you looked at Loki and he gave you a look as if asking what the hell you were doing.

"Yeahh what do I have to do?" You asked Dalia and she looked at the woman sitting next to her then she asked you to stand up so you did

"Too short" she mumbled in her mouth and wrote down something on her notepad. He was almost a foot taller than you so she wasn't wrong but she didn't have to rub it in your face.

He then stood up and walked towards you and stood next to you. He had his black Asgardian ensemble on, you had seen the fit before and the color suited him so well. If you had no idea who he was or didn't know him as well as you did you would have been nervous as hell right now just standing in his presence.

"Smile and pretend to be in love" Dalia said to you, Loki wrapped his arm around your waist so you looked to the side and he leaned into you .

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked you and he sort of seemed upset by your presence here. Wait, Why was he upset?

"I thought you'd want me here" you mumbled while they clicked pictures after pictures, those pictures were going to be super ugly, you never looked good in motion.

"I don't" he whispered softly, he wasn't trying to be rude or hurt you but your eyes teared up anyways. You suddenly felt out of your element, the one person you thought would appreciate your presence here had just said to you that he didn't even want you there.

"Well there's chemistry for sure but her looks are ..just not it" Dalia said so Loki glared at her intensely.

"Her looks are perfect so how about you shut your mouth and move to the next process?" He said to her and she looked down, clearly embarrassed.

"I am sorry" he whispered in your ear before he kissed your cheek briefly and stepped away to go back to his seat. You were asked to leave after that so you did just that, unlike other girls you weren't asked to stay back. After a few minutes, Loki, Dalia and her assistant came out of the room and into the hallway.

"Thank you all for coming, but only one girl can win the opportunity to take part in this project and Loki will announce the name of the girl he has chosen" She announced so you crossed your arms as you waited for him to speak, his eyes met with yours and he quickly looked away as soon as he announced the name..

He picked Rita, the woman sitting next to you, he didn't pick you, he picked Rita. Rita was so happy, she was practically jumping in joy as if she had bagged the role of a lifetime, she turned to you so you snapped out of your thoughts and hugged her to congratulate her, then she got up and walked towards Loki and she asked him if she could hug him so he smiled and gave her a side hug. You allowed the hurt to sink in and as other girls were leaving, cursing Rita and what not, you followed them as well.

Why didn't he pick you? You made it so easy for him so why didn't he pick you? Your heart beat sped and you felt the panic increasing so you quickly took the elevator to your floor and almost ran to your room.

Loki knew he had hurt you with this decision but he was never going to pick you for this, he wished you had talked to him about this before you decided to join this stupid insulting audition. He wanted to go talk to you immediately but he had to attend the couple training session with Rita,

"So how did you know so much about me?" He asked her to break the ice and she smiled, she seemed okay, she wasn't anything like Melissa in the least but he wasn't going to walk this path all over again.

"Actually I knew nothing about you, the girl I was sitting with, y/n , she told me, bless her, she was so nice" he smiled as Rita said that, of course you did, you must have felt so nervous of everyone around you, he knew you well enough to know that but that didn't stop you from being kind to her.

"Lady Rita I need you to do me a favor"

After that humiliating ordeal you had returned to your room, showered and changed into a tshirt and shorts, and then you stood there in utter disbelief as you tried to wrap your head around what had just happened. You were brushing your hair when Loki appeared out of nowhere.

"I know you are upset with me–" he spoke immediately but you cut him off,

"How could you not pick me Loki?" You glared at him so he walked towards you, the black Asgardian fit made him look deadly but you weren't going to get distracted by his beauty, you were officially having your first fight with him right now.

"I pick you every day–" you cut him off again because the smile on his face was infuriating..

"I made a complete fool of myself out there Lo"

"You shouldn't have"

"Yeah I fucking shouldn't have" you raised your voice and you saw his jaw clenching, he stepped closer to you and grabbed your chin between his fingers before he made you look at him.

"Do not fucking swear at me darling"

He cupped your cheeks between his palms and kissed you softly to calm you down and it sort of worked as your chest stopped huffing and puffing with anger, he understood your plight and what you were feeling at the moment, he would have felt the same if he was in your place.

"I can't do this publically, I can't let those mortals know that you are my everything when half of them are out for my neck" you looked into his eyes, the fear was evident, you finally grasped why he wasn't keen on picking you as his fake partner, he was protecting you from the people out there who were going to harm him and the people he loved.

"Ohhhhh"

"Yes. Ohhh" you breathing calmed down slowly and you took a step away from him.

"What about Rita? Isn't she going to be in danger?" You asked him

"She will be in danger, that is why I have asked her to quit, made her realize that this job wouldn't be worth losing her life" he told you so you nodded. He did the right thing, he absolutely did but you still felt awful about the whole thing and you weren't able to just switch off the way you felt.

"What about Dalia?"

"Told you I would put my foot down this time, I do not need a partner to win the hearts of the people of Midgard, I need to redeem myself and repent for the hurt that i have caused them and I will do it on my own" you looked down and nodded as he said that.

"I wouldn't have looked good with you anyways" you turned around to go to bed but he immediately grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest.

"What did you say darling?"

"Nothing..I just don't feel good right now, can you leave?"

"No I won't leave when you're feeling this way, especially when I'm responsible for it"

"You're not responsible for my insecurities Loki " you wiped your tears as you sniffled and his heart clenched. You put yourself out there and he wasn't there to support you, he couldn't have told everyone what you meant to him but and he knew you understood his side but it must have hurt regardless.

"I am sorry I wasn't there to hold your hand when you needed me to" his eyes welled up as well and it made you cry even harder "You have no clue how much I appreciate you being here for me, since the very first day, you know what you mean to me don't you?" He mumbled softly as his thumbs wiped your tears,

"But I'm not good enough"

"Who says that hmm?"

"Frigga did, Dalia says the same, and people will say the same thing when they find out about us, if they ever will" you sniffled again like a child and his heart broke at the sight, he knew the pain of not being able to feel enough in your own skin and he knew there was no other way to make you feel better then doing what he had in mind.

He took a step back from you and morphed into his jotun form slowly, the clothes he had on crumpled on the floor leaving him all naked and suddenly his temperature lowered down to the point where you could feel the icy cold air around you, you opened your eyes and you had to crane your neck up to even look at him now.

His Ruby eyes were staring back at you, you had never been this close to him in his natural form before so it took a bit of adjustment but seeing him like that only made you feel smaller, not in a bad way though this time. He was not a human or an Asgardian, he was a pure Frost Giant and you didn't think you had allowed yourself to fully register that fact before this moment.

Giants were the part of of conspiracy theories and folklore but you had one standing in front of you now, your eyes trailed down and the sight of his huge cock made you feel bashful so you looked up again and walked closer to him, he didn't flinch away when you traced your fingers on the marks over his chest but his breath hitched at the contact.

"Did I hurt you?" You asked him softly,

"No that feels good" his voice had gotten even deeper in this form, his teeth were sharper as well and you knew they very well held the strength to rip you in shreds if he wanted to do that.

"What do you think those mortals will say when they find out about our affair? A pretty little mortal like you allowing herself to be ruined by a monster that looks like me? What do you think they will think of us then?" He said firmly, you were more than willing to be annihilated by him but he was no monster.

"You're not a monster Loki, you're my baby" you looked up at him as your hands caressed up, he couldn't find a hint of lie in your words, he knew you loved him wholeheartedly but you weren't the only one feeling insecure in this relationship, a part of him always feared you won't enjoy touching him in this form but he could smell the desire radiating from you, the way you looked at him made him feel good , even if for a moment you made him want to remember who he was born to be.

Your lips could barely reach below his sternum so you pressed a soft kiss on the steel blue skin and your hands moved up slowly until you had your fingers curled around his neck, he let out a small animalistic growl as your fingers caressed the raised ridges that were covering every inch of his skin.

"You see me and touch me as if I'm worthy of your touch, as if I'm worthy of your affection or have earned the right to put my filthy hands on you" he murmured so you placed your thumb on his lips.

"You are worthy, you're worthy of every little affection i could offer you lo" you whimpered as his words pierced your heart, you never wanted to him to feel this way and it hurt to hear him talk like this, it must have hurt him the same to hear you deprecate yourself like this.

"I am not, these hands of mine--?" He wrapped one of his large hand round your throat, they were so big that his fingers almost met each other at the nape of your neck, you gasped at the sudden feeling "These hands have hurt people and killed them, they carry the blood of those innocent souls but nothing matters to you hmm? You love me so deeply and I love you my darling"

You mouthed the words i love you but no sound came out, you felt hypnotized by his gaze and his complete self.

"I truly wish I could have announced to all of the realms that you, you my precious princess were all mine and that I am blessed to have you but I can't, I can't put you in harms way my darling, but I need you to know that I am yours in every fucking way a man could be taken and owned by a woman"

"I know lo.. I know I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" you placed your hands on his and he immediately let go of your throat, he wasn't hurting you, not even close, he was barely holding you so you wrapped them around your throat again, he took a deep breath at the sight of your small frame cowering against him.

Sometimes he couldn't believe you even allowed him to touch you let alone permit him to do anything he wanted to do with you.

"You don't see it do you?" You whispered softly but a moan escaped your lips as his thumb brushed over your lips.

"See what?"

"How magnificent you are in every way Loki?" You looked up at him as you got out of his hold and walked closer to him until you were squished against his large frame. Your fingers trailed up from the back of his hands to his forearms and then they caressed his strong biceps before you moved towards those defined shoulders, your thumbs rubbed over his clavicle bone in a back and forth manner.

You wanted to study every inch of his skin, learn what made him tick and squirm in this form, he really enjoyed when those ridges were being touched, he had them all over his skin, even his cock, you bit on your lips at the sight of his hard on, there's no way he'd ever fit inside you right? You didn't think he would.

You got on your tiptoes as your arms wrapped around his neck but you still couldn't reach him so you could kiss him, a smile curved the corner of his mouth as he watched your futile attempt to leap at him. He quickly placed his palms under your hips so you jumped into his arms and he pressed you against the nearest wall, his lips latched onto yours in an instant, he tasted different somehow, so cold but so sweet, as your tongue slipped into his mouth you felt those sharp teeths and understood the damage they could cause to a fragile mortal like you but you knew he'd never hurt you.

Not unless you'd ask him to do so..

Just being in his giant godly arms, being pressed against his body so intimately while he kissed you passionately was enough to make you drip in your panties. This felt like a surreal dream and you never wanted to wake up.

Your fingers caressed over his scalp and he moaned into your mouth as you rubbed those thick ridges of his skull. His lips latched onto your neck as you ran your fingers over his head

"Sensitive?" You mumbled in his ears so he nodded.

"Do you like touching me like this?" He asked you and all you wanted to do was wrap him in a fluffy blanket and show him how much you enjoyed this side of him.

"I could do this forever lo, can I touch your cock?" He almost whimpered as you said that and grabbed one of your hands to place it on his cock, you had never seen anything like that, not even in your dreams, he was the size of your forearms and the sight made you blush.

He moaned as you worked him up and down slowly, he looked different and felt different but you felt the same with him, you got the same feelings, you just knew you'd recognise his soul no matter how many forms or shapes he will morph into.

He was your loki, your sweet precious baby.

"Do Frost Giants mate with humans?" He took your shirt off as you questioned him, no he wasn't going to fuck you, he was pretty sure you won't be able to handle him like this but he wanted to do a little something to please you both, he wanted to touch you like this, have his cold rough skin rub against yours, he wanted to make you feel good because you were making him feel heavenly.

"Mmmm I don't know darling but we will figure it out" he put you down on the floor and his fingers hooked around the waistband of your shorts as well as the underwear, he pulled them down at once so you stepped out of them as they rolled around your ankles.

The size difference was throwing him off and everytime he focused on it he only got more aroused. Your hands clutched onto his shoulders as he rubbed your wet lips back and forth, his thumb played with your clit simultaneously, your head rolled back against the wall as he worked his magic. His touch was so cold, every hair on your body stood up as he his fingers played with your cunt.

"You're so small my darling, you have no clue of my self resistance and what it's taking for me to not devour you this very moment" you heard him whisper but you could only moan in response, you wanted to feel that finger slip inside you but he had other plans, he switched positions with you so he was against the wall, then he turned you around and then bent down a little as he placed his cock between your thighs, you gasped as you felt his length rubbing against your wet dripping cunt.

"Goddd lokiii" you moaned as he humped his hips back and forth, your thighs were tightly shut together to aid his movement but aside from that you had to do nothing, you just had to stand there like a rag doll and take the mind numbing pleasure he was offering you. He put aside your hair and you felt his lips on your neck, he grabbed the skin between his teeth and nipped on it slightly as he continued to hump against you.

"Is this okay my love?" He questioned innocently as if he wasn't destroying you with every thrust of his hips, he was ruining you completely and he wasn't even inside you in his natural form just yet. The animalistic urge to be fucked by him was strong but you knew you won't be able to take him all the way in.

"Please don't stop lo ..oh god please..keep going..yeahh ..just like that" you mumbled incoherently so he turned you towards him and then continued to do the same thing, every time his cock rubbed against your clit the pleasure built more and more and you knew you won't be able to hold it in for long.

Back and forth he kept moving until your mind and body both were a wrecked mess in his arms.

As you came, your body convulsed with the intense release, he had one of his arms tightly wrapped around you while he held your throat with the other one to keep your head stable, sure he had made you cum plenty of times before but making you lose your mind when he looked like that felt cathartic to him. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to fuck him like this and the thought was enough for this moment. This was his first sexual experience in his natural heritage and he couldn't have been more blessed that it was with you.

Once you calmed down you didn't waste a second but grabbed his cock in both of your fists and began to fondle him, the groans and moans he was emitting sounded heavenly, the definite growl that escaped his throat when he finally came made you realize again that he wasn't human at all and that he belonged to some other species altogether and you were doing filthy things with him, it felt forbidden in a way and maybe this was the reason you never fell for an ordinary man, you were supposed to find him all along.

He came all over you as he exploded there wasn't a inch of your breasts that wasn't covered in his cum,

"You're so cold Loki" he braced himself against the wall behind as he watched you rub your cum with his fingers, his eyes transfixed on the movement of your fingers. How could you be this way and then ever doubt that you didn't belong by his side forever?

You just made love with a monster like him but he was the one ruined forever.

"So Sweet..like cantaloupe" his eyes widened as you licked your fingers clean and before he could say anything you grabbed his arm and started to walk towards the bathroom, he couldn't help but watch your arse jiggling with every step.

After the shower you made him sit down on the couch and then not to entice him again you put on a underwear and the black tunic that he had dropped when he had morphed into his precious self, then you sat on top of him, you wanted to be filthy with him again, ofcourse you did but you had to adore him in a non sexual manner, you needed him to know how much you loved this side of him.

"Hiii" he chuckled as you said that,

"Should I change myself?" You shook your head as he said that.

"Can you stay like this just a little longer?" You mumbled against his mouth as you kissed him softly. When you pulled away his eyes were teary and then your big burly man proceeded to place his head down on your chest. Your fingers curled around his nape and a few moments later he looked up again,

"Do you miss my hair?" He asked you so you smiled at him.

"Noo, not really, i like this change baby" he placed his head back down on your chest and allowed you to caress him and love on him as much as you wanted.

He must have thought you were trying to comfort him but the truth was you weren't able to stop touching him and his beautiful skin, he seemed so ethereal you never wanted to look away from him. He looked so strong and intimidating but in your arms he was just your pretty baby and you wanted to protect him from his own cruel mindset he had regarding his heritage and the prejudices he held against himself.

"What were we fighting about?" He chuckled as you asked him that.

"Mmm I am sorry i made you feel that way princess, I would never do that on purpose"

"I know lo..I just lose my mind when I see other women around you"

He wrapped his arm around you so you sat on him in a fetal position and rested your head on his chest, your fingers linked with his and you noticed those permanent darkened nails.

"I might have to leave tomorrow lo, Steve is coming back with Bucky" you said to him and he was immediately concerned, he didn't want you to leave and he needed you to stay right here, by his side, he knew he had to come up with something especially now that he knew that you were willing to risk everything to stick by his side.

You didn't remember falling asleep on him but you woke up the next morning itself, he wasn't there with you but had left a note.

"My beautiful girl, I love you, now and forever, never forget to remember that"

He must have returned to his room, you looked at the time and it was 8 am already so you quickly got ready, Captain was supposed to be back by now.

As you stepped out of the room you immediately bumped into Captain America himself and he seemed happy for a change,

"Y/n"

"Captain..how's uhh.. where's your friend" you asked him as you rubbed your arms together in nervousness.

"He is in the medical room, thank you y/n, you have no idea what you have done for me" you smiled a little as he said that. You kind of felt bad, you didn't come here to help him with his friend, you came here for yourself "Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked you so you shook your head and then his phone started ringing so he gave you a look before he walked away.

Maybe you should have told him that you wanted to stay but why would they allow you to stay here for no reason? You really wanted to go see Loki but he wasn't in the living room or the dining area, you were about to go back to your room but then you saw a woman approaching you and then she was taking you through the same hallway you had been to yesterday for the audition.

When you entered the room you saw Loki, Dalia and her assistant again. What were they up to now?

"Sit down y/n" Dalia said without even glancing your way, the chair was placed right in front of the desk this time so you sat down.

"Have you ever done this job before?" You looked at Loki as she said that. What job?

"Doesn't matter, that's enough of a waste of my valuable time here, appoint her, I'd rather have her follow me then a complete stranger" you looked at him confused as he spoke to Dalia.

"You know her?" She asked him confused so he glared at her.

"She has been living here for almost a week now, we met her yesterday, do you not remember that?" He asked her sternly and you saw her sweating abruptly.

"Okay but we have to ask her if she–" Dalia said to him and he turned away from her and took a complete turn in his chair to ignore her. His behavior amused you because he was always polite with everyone but knowing Dalia and the way she worked he was probably just done with her.

"Go ahead Dalia, ask her, I am not your boss or your supervisor here if I remember correctly" he said to her and you got more confused, what was happening? She sighed before she turned her attention back at you,

"Now y/n if you choose to accept this job opportunity your work here would be to assist Mister Loki here with his- as he states personal needs, the job would require you to relocate here and live here so there's no delay whenever Loki is in need of you. You'd also help him accommodate with midgardians rules and customs so he understands this world better and is able to improve himself with the knowledge, is that clear to you?" You looked at her shocked as she finished, your eyes met with Loki and he was smirking but when you said nothing he was starting to panic. He made all these plans because he wanted you to stay here, he forgot to ask if you wanted to do so, you were lying to your mom all this time and he wasn't sure if you wanted to continue doing that.

"Ummm I already have a job in Minneapolis… I understand the requirement of the job, i will be his assistant right?" She nodded as you said that "Okay ummm can we discuss the salary please?"

Now you would have done it for free, ofcourse, but turns out you did need money to survive and to be able to afford basic things in life.

"Sure, here's the number as of now, your caliber at this position and if slash whether Mr Loki is satisfied with your work then we will reflect upon any future raises, promotion etc" you looked at the number on the slip and your eyes widened, this paid more than any job you have ever had in your life.

You pretended to act casual and looked back at her, trying to appear as confident as you could before you spoke. The smile alone on his face was worth the step you were going to take,

"Well moving here temporarily or otherwise would be a hassle but I think I'll do it.. I'll take the job"

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|| Anything For You||

|| Firecracker x Male Reader || SMUT

Summary: When firecracker meets a fan of her, she promises she will do anything for him, anything...

WARNING: This story contains: Swearing, Awkward situations, sexual acts and breastfeeding scene.

Read at your own risk

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It was a good day for Y/N L/N, Today was the day where he was going to meet The Seven, America's most powerful supes, he was really excited to meet Homelander, A-Train, The Deep, Black Noir and Firecracker.

She was his personally favorite one, she was also kinda stunning for him, creating a feeling of butterflies in the stomach in him, Misty Tucker Gray was her real name, everytime she was on TV or in other media this butterflies started to fly intensely on him, making his situation even worse, and the fact that he was going to meet her tomorrow made it even worse, he tried to calm down and refresh his mind so the intrusive thoughts didn't win.

He just decided to draw a few things before going to sleep, he draw a lot, a lot of thing, between them was an art of Firecracker, it was in fact the one he put most of the effort on.

Satisfied with it, he ripped it and nailed it on his wall.

After it he did more things before going to sleep.

The next day...

It was finally the day of the event and he was excited and very nervous too, Y/N had breakfast, went to shower, brushed his teeth and got ready for the outing.

His mind was about to explode from all the emotions he was feeling right now but he had to stay calm if he wanted to be fine, he got in his car and drove to the place, after a few minutes he finally got to the pace and it was time for it.

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The event was incredibly good, meeting The Seven and the vibe of the event was amazing, he felt very happy on there.

however he noticed something...

Firecracker was giving autographs and he could NOT lose this chance to interact with her, so he walked to where she was and with his notebook filled with The Seven's autographs he asked her for one.

"H-Hello....ummm i am a very big fan so i just... wanted to ask you for an autograph" Y/N said incredibly nervous

Firecracker smiled and nodded

"Sure, give that notebook" she said with her usual charisma

Y/n smiled too and gave her the notebook

She gave him the autograph and he smiled

"Uhh you know something?, i really enjoy hearing and seeing you it is very good" Y/N said

"Oh thanks, you're surely not the only one that tells me that" She answered laughing

"Oh...in that case i have to wach it more frequently to become the number 1" y/n said laghing

She laughed too

"You really do that?, i mean you really spend hours listening to my podcasts?" Firecracker said

"Well not hours but actually a good time" y/n replied

"I like some things you say sometimes" y/n added

"Oh, amazing im glad you like them" she said

"Some of your thoughts are relatable...sometimes...you get it right?"

"Society sometimes treat us like absolute fucking shit, im so done of that"

"This country is corrupt...beyond saving"

"America is lost and we need ti save it, it doesn't matter what we have to do, even if we need to do terrible things, at the end of the day, they are for the greater good" y/n said

"Sadly..it's the truthbomb" she said

"Well i think i have to go back with The Seven so im sorry goodbye" she said leaving

"Oh...uhh okay bye ehh thanks for the autograph" Y/N said a bit sad

Y/N then turned back to leave but she stopped me

"Hey!" Firecracker said

"What?" Y/N replied

"Do you really think i'll let you go that way?, i liked you, you're cool so here's my number" Firecracker said

"Y-your n-number?....." Y/N said almosy fainting

"Yes bug, but don't tell anybody" she said winking and smiling then finally leaving

Y/n's trembling hand was holding a paper with her number written on it

'Is it a joke of her ?'

'How this happened to me?'

A lot of thoughts where on his mind right now

"Thanks!!!" Y/N said

He drove back to his apartment, a lot of thoughts on his mind, whe he got to home hr quickly went to his room and texted her

The name of the contact was "Misty TG" so it was probably actually her.

He waited for her to answer but nothing, it had just one check, she didn't even got it.

The hours passed and he had already lost his hope.

It was really late, near 10 of night when his phone sounded, quickly he went to grab it and he saw it.

"Hey, how are you" it was Firecracker, she answered his text

He quickly replied "Heyyy good good, and you, how was the rest of the event?"

"Pretty boring to be honest, a lot of weird dudes came here asking weird things lol"

"Like what?"

"You don't wanna know"

"Please, i promise i will not laugh"

"Well well one of them asked me to suck his dick, can't you believe it?"

"Damn, and what did you do?, how you got rid off him?"

"I had to call security, if it wasn't a public event with kids and people i would have crushed his head"

"Would have loved to see that"

"You fr get me"

"Haha thanks i guess"

"Tell me more of you, what you work at, where do you live, your favorite things, tell me"

"Uhhh well i work as a cashier on a candy shop, it is sometimes torturing to see all these sweetness and not being able to eat anything"

"Relatable"

"And...uhhh i live on an apartment and i can give the direction"

"Sure"

After a long chat Firecracker and Y/N became good friends and she was actually planning to met with him somday.

Their views on politics and the sytem matched perfectly, they grew very close

Y/N and Firecracker continued to talk until a day she told him to met with her at neraby park outside the Vought tower, this excited y/n.

"Sure sure i'll be in there as fast i can" Y/N texted her

In her room Firecracker was planning something a bit.... spicy?, something she had planned to be a surprise

When he arrived to the park he sat on a bench to wait for her and after a long time, she finally arrived.

She had casual clothes and was wearing a pair of sun glasses so people didn't recognized her, she aproached him and greeted him

"Hey how are you?" Firecracker greeted him

"Im good, im glad you finally arrived" y/n answered

"Yup, i had to convince Homelander that i had to do something very important" Firecracker said.

"It was pretty hard to be honest" she added

"Oh, no problem, it's okay" y/n said

"What do you want to do now?" Firecracker asked.

"Well we can hangout a bit" y/n said

"Sounds great, i support the idea" she answered.

"Well let's go then" y/n said

Reader and Firecracker went to a lot on places, spending the time together and having a lot of fun.

They went to eat candy apples and after a long time they where done on their outing.

"I enjoyed this day so much!, i wish i could do this even more" Firecracker said

"Yeah, same i wish i could be with you more time" y/n answered

The the idea shot firecracker in the head, she just remembered it and blushed, looked down with a serious face and thought if she really wanted to do this, the she decided it was a good way to confess.

"Is something wrong?" Y/n asked her

"Hmmm, yes" she answered

"And what is it?"

"Look uhhhh, i don't wanna go now, i want you to take me to your apartment as i want to show you something"

"Uh..well sure you are welcome, it's a surprise for me"

"And what is that thing you wanna show me?"

"It's a surprise"

He already was getting nervous

"Okay let's go then"

During the whole road she stay silent, she didn't talked to him amd that only made the ambiance awkward.

When they already arrived his apartment y/n prepared some coffee for her and they talked about a few things before y/n brought her words from a few moments again.

"What was the surprise you wanted to show me?"

"Oh that?, well i first will ask, you wanna see this?"

"Yes sure, what is it?"

"I hope you like this..."

she stod in front of y/n and removed her clothes revealing that she was wearing her supe costume

Y/n was surprised and he wasn't able to hold his blush, also her suit was a bit more short and he was trying his best to hide his erection.

"W-Wow Firecracker what are you doing?" Y/n asked her

"You told me once that you liked the way i look with my suit, so i am doing it for you" Firecracker said getting closer to him

Y/n felt very nervous

"Yes, uhhh i like it a lot, t-thanks"

Firecracker was now very closed to his face and made him sit on the couch

She then jumped in top of him and now was sitting on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck.

He couldn't believe all of this

"I'll do anything for you....anything..anything..." Firecracker said

"Oh yes oh shit, do it" y/n said

Her mouth then leaned in on his and she started to kiss him, all he could do was kiss back and wrapp his arms around her waist.

She started to run her hands on his back, then she felt something and she stopped....

"Are you hard?" she asked him

"Oh yes Firie im so hard right now" Y/N said

"Someone should do something about that..., also don't call me firie" she said kissing him again and now grinding on his erection

she moaned as the feeling was driving her insane.

She licked his cheeks, his neck and all of his mouth, y/n at his part was touching her ass and her tighs, and there was a moment where he touched her tits wich made her stop and remember her idea once again.

She stod up and looked at y/n

"Would you like something to drink" Firecracker asked him

"Sure, like what?" He answered

She then unzipped her suit and let her tits out and aproached him..

Lay down on my lap and close your eyes, i will give you milk.

"What?...really!?" Y/n said half disgusted but also excited

"Yes, you want?" She asked innocently

"Sure, oh my god"

Y/n then sat next to her and catched one of her breasts on his mouth and started to suck it

She moaned as the milk started to fill his mouth, she was sweating so hard and wanted to get fucked so hard, it was when y/n started ti press his fingers in her crotch making her moan loudly

"Oh fuck, yes!" She said

He then inserted them in and she moaned even louder, he started to move them.

The firecracker decided to help him a bit, unzipped his pants ans started to jack off his hard-rock cock, y/n also played with her tits, touched them and sucking them.

The whole situation was spicy with them fucking eachother as milk travelled down y/n's throath.

It was when she came that y/n pulled her breast out of his mouth.

"Fucking delicious" he said

"Now it's time for you to get your milk"

Firecracker had no time to realised as y/n grabbed her head and inserted his cock in her mouth, making her suck it all.

He didn't asked her but she could care less

She sucked his cock as the wet sounds sounded in the room, she massaged his balls and licked his tip

"Fuck yes, don't you dare to stop bitch" he said

"Y-yes m-master" she said in a choked voice

she continued to suck him until he came, filling her mouth with his cum

She moaned as she opened her mouth full of cum

Y/n the inserted his hand in

"Look at you fireslut"

"Oh yes daddy treat me like your bitch"

She sat on his lap and inserted his cock in her pussy.

She almost screamer as his big cock entered her.

"Oh my fucking god y/n, don't stop"

"Fuck me harder ah ah, oh im gonna cum, im gonna cum" she said out of breath

His hands where spanking her fine ass as he was once again sucking her milk

She felt she was on fire, she started cry of plesure

"Y/n, oh fuck, i love you"

" i love you too Firie"

"Don't call me like that please"

He continued to fuck her, filling his ears with her moans.

And then y/n came and her screams pleased him

After that they laid on the couch kissing even more.

"It was amazing, i enjoyed it so much" y/n said grabbing her chin

"I love you y/n, im being serious" she told him smiling, happiness in her eyes.

"I love you too Misty" he said smiling too

"Would you like to....be my girlfriend?" He asked her

"Of course i want baby" she replied happily kissing him

"You are the best thing that has happened to me" she said kissing him even more

"I'll make sure to get you a spot in Vought so you leave that shitty job" she added

"Really?" He said surprised

"Yes" she replied smiling

"Gosh i love you so much sweetheart" he said cuddling her

"Let's stay here, i love you so much and want to spend time with you" she said cuddling him and then turning on the TV.

THE END

Hope you like it guys :)

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would love to hear your thoughts on dice & jyushi 🫶

DICE AND JYUSHI MY DARLINGS 🥺🥺🥺 LET'S GOOOOOO TYSM FOR THE ASK!!!

dice.

favorite thing about them: HIS GULLIBILITY he'll fall for it every time and i love that for him. gentaro loves that for him too. loves him for that, even. also really love that he can eat rio's food. he's so strong for this

favorite line: i'll never forget the way he smacked the shit out of hifumi for trash talking gentaro's clothes. this feels so surreal to me that sometimes i think i imagined it but no he did this fr??? based

brOTP: it's starting to feel like i just want everyone to be friends with rio because i want to say rio here again lol. though does brotp mean you strictly only ship them in a platonic sense? because i'm a rijyu main but find rio/dice super cute too. ANYWAY i would say rio here but also, like in my gentaro answers, i like the idea of gendice and hifudo becoming friends and going on double dates also. OH AND ICHIRO AND JIRO TOO i feel like they would get along. also dice wearing jiro's shirt at 9th live was catastrophic (positive) to me

OTP: heheheee gendice of course 🥰🥰🥰 (but ramuda is also there) like the way THE WAY yumeno is in the lyrics of seven seven seven is so dreamy to me. this boy's down horrendous for the liar in the room

nOTP: hmmmmmm don't think i have one

random headcanon: SO I SAID THIS IN GENTARO'S ONE ALREADY BUT I REALLY TRULY SINCERELY FEEL LIKE DICE WOULD BE BIG INTO NTR 😭 i don't think he would realize it at first?! and wouldn't really understand why he finds it hot but gentaro. gentaro will help him understand

unpopular opinion: i strongly believe that the official heights and weights on their profiles are self-reported and that dice (and a certain horse) just straight up lied on their forms

favorite picture of them: well he was on the one i used for gentaro so i guess that one but ALSO this screenshot i used for this meme. i love him stupid face

jyushi.

favorite thing about them: amaaanda i love his amanda 🥺 but no real talk i love his growth and the growing he has left to do, like he's doing it scared but he's doing it!! he would do so well on tumblr tbh. i also love that he can just pick kuko up like a sack of potatoes and go when they need to. leave a situation quickly lmao

favorite line: oooooh for once i can actually choose a line (sort of) which is that "nirvana" that he does in rip is sooooo so so beloved to me. enchating. i love it

brOTP: again i don't know if brotp is like. strictly platonic ONLY or what but anyway. i love both jiro&jyushi and jiro/jyushi, there was this gorgeous piece of art i saw once (i can't remember the artist anymore, alas) where they were out together looking at guitars and i just. love the thought of them hanging out

OTP: kind of just repeating my answer from kuko here but 2 EVIL 2 MOON RISING!!! more on this ummm one day. hopefully one day soon. once i get to writing lol

nOTP: i feel like my answer is always "i don't have one" here and yeah i pretty much. again. don't have one lol

random headcanon: i like to think he takes very very very good care of amanda but of course sometimes accidents happen so i hc that he's gotten very good at sewing to patch her up whenever he needs to 🥺

unpopular opinion: idk if this would be unpopular but i sincerely believe like half the cast are unaware that hitoya is not actually his dad lmao. they're all just too polite to mention it like "oh they have different family names... it must be complicated... none of my business" and go on believing hitoya's literally his father

favorite picture of them: all the fanart of him throwing kuko over his shoulder and just LEGGING IT is beloved to me, plus i love the little wings he wore at 10th live day 1, but out of the arb cards i have to say this one because

okay sorry to make this about asnm lmao but one time asnm was on komastagram and striking a bunch of different poses, this will become relevant i promise. and at one he did basically this pose (but the hands lower) and called it the joshi seiyuu which is like ads;kfjk;lj i was howling laughing because SO TRUE??? THAT IS IN FACT THE POSE ALL THE GIRL SEIYUU DO so anyway. jyushi joshi seiyuu posing. beloved to me