#and for the tail it was like what if pointed . wait what if Knife . wait barioth . wait dont cats have orange bones sometimes

[150genetic]

oh and hereee

[lanternlightss]

okay .. take two !!!

+ bonus doodles

[sa1ntn3k0]

Snow Leopard Gojo - part 2 (∩˃o˂∩) ♡ nsfw!

Shoving a six-foot-something hybrid into a closet was… not your finest moment.  

“Get in,” you hissed, palms pressed uselessly against Satoru’s bare chest, a chest that felt more like marble than flesh, all hard planes and warmth. He loomed over you, grinning like a cat who’d not only found the cream but also knocked it over for fun.  

“Aw, but it’s cozy in here,” he purred, peering past you at the mountain of laundry and half-empty shoeboxes cluttering your closet. His tail swished lazily, brushing your ankle. “Smells like you, too. Cute.”  

“Satoru-”  

“Shh, your mom’s gonna hear~,” he sing-songed, bending down until his breath ghosted your ear. “Unless you want her to find us like this?”  

Your face flamed. “Don’t be dumb.”  

With a theatrical, yet awfully bratty sigh, he finally stepped backward, folding himself onto the floor like a contortionist. The Hello Kitty towel around his hips rode up dangerously, and you swore he did it on purpose. “Don’t miss me too much,” he whispered, wiggling his big, calloused fingers in a mocking wave.  

You slammed the door, heart thundering.  

The next thirty minutes were agony. Your mother, bless her, had arrived with tupperwares of veggie gyoza and white chocolate chip cookies, her smile soft as she fussed over your “tired eyes” and “skinny arms.” But every creak of the floorboards made you twitch. Your gaze kept darting to the bedroom door, half-expecting Satoru to waltz out, towel dropped, declaring, “Surprise! I’m her new roommate!”  

Somehow, he stayed put.  

Once your mom left, you flung the closet open, only to freeze.  

Satoru sat cross-legged amidst your soft sweaters, his snow-white hair mussed adorably. The towel remained (thank heavens), but clutched in his hands was…  

“Are those my-SATORU!”  

He blinked up at you, your cotton, strawberry-print panties dangling from his teeth like a hunter’s prize. “Mmrf?”

His pupils were blown wide, blue barely peeking from black. Your heart dropped to your bum as you saw that those were the panties you wore yesterday… As in, not washed, dried, faint slick still clung to the middle.

What?!

“You-you pervert!” You lunged, snatching the fabric away. His plush lips quirked into a smirk, and you knew he’d been waiting for this. “Why would you- how even- ?!”  

“They smell like you,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. Before you could die, he leaned forward and licked a stripe up your tiny neck. His pink, rough tongue scraping your pulse point.  

“Eep!” You reeled back, clutching your throat. “Warn a girl!”  

“But where’s the fun in that?” He unfolded himself, tail curling around your waist to steady you. “C’mon, I’m starving… Especially after smelling you. Feed me!”  

You didn’t acknowledge the “smelling you” part, merely walking to the kitchen with your tummy in swirls, heart beating faster than a spooked bunny’s. 

Dinner was a spectacle. You’d cooked the lamb chops thoroughly, plating them with rice and veggies, a meal fit for, well, a person. Satoru took one look at the knife and fork, snorted, and dug in with his hands, tearing into the meat like it owed him fresh ibex.  

“You’re supposed to chew, not inhale,” you muttered, nibbling one of the cookies your mom brought. Your dinner was… weird most of the time. You had warm milk with chocolate in your miffy cup, getting curious side eyes from Satoru. 

He paused, a glob of sauce on his cheek. “Want me to lick the plate next?”  

“No.” 

“You’re no fun.” Still, he let you drag him to the sink afterward, pouting as you scrubbed his hands with citrus-scented soap. “Y’know, my tongue’s self-cleaning.”  

“And I’m self-respecting. Keep your icky germs to yourself.”  

As night fell, Satoru’s true origin spilled out between stolen bites of your cookies. The Himalayas. Poachers. A wealthy owner who’d treated him like a trophy. “Boring lady,” he grumbled, tail thumping the couch. “All she did was take pics for her shitty Instagram. No belly rubs or cuddles. No fun.”  

Your chest ached. “So you… ran?”  

“Duh.” He flicked your nose. “Best decision ever. Led me to you.”  

You busied yourself with dishes to hide your blush. Satoru saw it, though. His tail swished in quiet victory, more like self-satisfaction.  

Bedtime brought a fresh battle.  

You had just finished a relaxing shower, your room smelled of lavender, the lingering scent of your body wash. Changing was meh. You changed in your tiny closet, worried Satoru might walk in and see you naked, but once done, and in your small, soft, very lacy nightgown, you felt more than ready to sleep.

But just as you lay down, you saw Satoru peeking through your cracked open door, his expression beyond cute, just as annoying. It was obvious where his eyes were, trailing your pert body. You felt his pretty blue’s burn harshly on your perky breasts, on your hips, put on display by your little nightgown.

“Bad kitty,” you said, tossing a miffy plushie at Satoru’s smug face. Your cheeks turned rosy, bothered that a mere look from the man could make you so… shy. “You’re sleeping on the couch.”  

He’d changed into your brother’s old sweatpants (too short, clinging to his calves) and a Hello Kitty tee that stretched obscenely over his pecs, the hem riding up to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. “But it’s cold,” he whined, flopping onto your pink bed like an overpowered little prince with the caught plush in hand, well, not little. “And lonely. And scary.”  

“You’re a snow leopard. You are scary.”  

“Please?” He rolled onto his back, paws (hands? Hands.) clasped under his chin. Moonlight gilded his white, thick lashes, his eyes shimmering like twin lagoons. “I’ll be a good boy. Promise.”  

You lasted ten seconds.  

“Fine. But no funny business.”  

He celebrated by rolling himself into a burrito with your Hello Kitty quilts, wrapping you in a cocoon of warmth with his ridiculously strong arms. His purr rumbled through you, low and steady, his nose nuzzling your hair.  

“Hey,” you whispered, fingers brushing the collar still snug around his throat. “Why don’t you take this off?”  

He stiffened, then sighed. “…It’s a reminder. That I’m mine now. Not hers.”  

Your heart squeezed. “You are.”  

“Yours too, maybe,” he murmured, so quietly you almost missed it.  

You fell asleep like that, his tail draped over your hip, his breath soft in your ear, his strong heartbeat like a gentle lullaby, and the strangest, sweetest sense that this jerk wasn’t that much of a jerk.  

The rhythm you’d carved out with Satoru was… peculiar, but precious. Mornings began with him sprawled across your chest like a living weighted blanket, his tail flicking your chin until you groaned awake, just like how he was in his cub form. He’d trail you to the kitchen, stealing bites of your buttered, honeyed toast (despite his carnivorous hate for carbs) and sipping your orange juice straight from the carton, just to watch you squawk. Afternoons were for sunbeams, he’d claim the best patches of light, melting into a puddle of purrs near the TV, while you tackled textbooks at the table. Evenings? Those belonged to his obsession with your bathtub. He’d soak for far too long, clouding the water with lavender bubbles, his ears peeking over the rim like misbehaving marshmallows.  

When you’d come in to scold him, he’d pout and dry off, mumbling about how “mean” his owner is. 

But today, something was off.  

You’d returned from class bone-tired, your brain still buzzing with equations, only to freeze in the genkan. The air hummed with a sticky sweetness, honey drizzled over sea salt, floral but feral. Your stomach flipped. “Satoru…?”  

No answer.  

The apartment was eerily tidy. No half-eaten steak abandoned on the counter, no trail of shed fur leading to the couch. No Digimon reruns on TV… Just silence, thick and syrupy. Your pulse spiked as you crept toward the bedroom.  

There, curled in a shivering heap on your rumpled sheets, was Satoru.  

“Oh my god-” You rushed to him, knees hitting the mattress. He clutched your pillow to his face, his knuckles white, breath ragged. His usual alabaster skin was flushed rose-pink, sweat glistening at his temples. The scent intensified here, heady, intoxicating, like orchids dipped in musk.  

“Satoru, look at me,” you pleaded, cupping his jaw. His eyes cracked open, pupils blown so wide his irises were mere slivers of Arctic blue. They glowed faintly, fever-bright. “What’s wrong? Are you sick? Do you need-?”  

“Heat,” he rasped, voice shredded. His claws snagged the pillowcase, threads snapping. “It’s- hah- not… not your problem. Just… go.”  

“Go? You’re burning up!” You pressed a cold, tiny palm to his forehead; he whimpered, nuzzling into your touch like a starved kitten. “Why didn’t you tell me this could happen?!”  

“‘Cause it’s embarrassing,” he hissed, though the effect was ruined by how he arched into your hand, chasing your fingers as you brushed his hair back. “Snow leopards don’t- nngh- don’t do this every year. Just… when we…” His throat bobbed. “…find a mate.”  

Your breath hitched. “Oh.”  

“Not that I’m- ah- proposing,” he gritted out, tail lashing. “Just… biology being a dick. I’ll be fine. Go.”  

But his body betrayed him. He shuddered violently, a broken whine escaping as he rutted against the mattress, hips stuttering. You saw the way his stiff cock pushed against the cotton of his pajamas, the way there was a tiny patch of wetness… pre cum staining the fabric. The motion sent a bolt of heat straight to your cheeks, but not more than the way the bed shook faintly, just a mere glimpse of how strong he is.  

“Stop being stubborn,” you whispered, climbing onto the bed. Your pink sundress rode up to your pretty thighs as you settled against the headboard, legs folded. “C’mere.”  

Satoru stared at you, conflicted, pride warring with desperation. Then, with a tiny wounded noise, he crawled into your lap, his face buried in the crook of your neck. He was trembling, his skin scorching through your clothes.  

“Shh, it’s okay,” you murmured, cradling his head. His ears flattened, velvety against your palms. “You’re okay.”  

“Not okay,” he choked out, fingers clawing the sheets instead of your hips- oh, never mind, his fingers started to knead your hips, like dough. “You’re too… soft. Smell too good. Hate this.”  

“I know,” you soothed, rocking gently. “Just breathe.” Funny thing is, your heart was racing, you should breathe too, but the way Satoru touched you went straight to your core, making you sticky, your panties clinging to the fluid. 

You traced idle patterns over his back, avoiding the dip of his spine where his tail met skin, yet that didn’t change a thing. He jerked, a guttural purr rattling his chest. You felt his lips on your neck, his fangs grazing your skin, begging to sink in, bite you as he fucked you senseless. “Fuck, baby- don’t- please- ”  

“Does this help?” you asked softly, skimming your nails up his nape. Your cheeks burned as you saw the damp spot on his pajamas grow, like he was a leaking faucet of need. 

“Yes. No. Stop.” He gasped, hips rolling helplessly, uselessly. “Don’t… don’t tease me.”  

You weren’t, but hell, it felt like it. Your free hand rested on his tummy, shifting him a little to be comfier. Eyes trying to not stray to his weeping, cotton covered cock, the way it twitched, the way your core oozed more warm slick.

Satoru obviously caught on, having a sharp nose, but he just whined, feeling frustrated. He didn’t want to hurt you, in any way, so he tried to avoid the thought of rutting into you, feeling your tight, warm, gummy insides hug his thick length tight, how he’d fill you with his warm, salty release, maybe watch it flow out as he fingered it back in…

Fuck, this wasn’t helping. 

“I’m not,” you promised, heart aching. His anguish was palpable, a storm of need and restraint. “Tell me what you need.”  

“You,” he keened, the word raw. “But I can’t- won’t- hngh- ”  

“Shh.” You pressed a soft kiss to his temple, tasting salt. “I’ve got you.”  

Slowly, so slowly, you palmed his tummy, the muscles quivering beneath your touch. His breath hitched, a broken sound, but he didn’t pull away. You mapped the planes of his abdomen, going lower despite your heart beating too fast, your body feeling warm, gentling him like a spooked kitten. His purr stuttered, deepened, until the bed vibrated with it.  

Satoru’s breath hitched when your tiny hand brushed the very bottom of his tummy, near his pubic bone. His eyes widened, up on yours as his hands clung to your dress, unintentionally pulling it down, revealing your baby-pink lace-covered, pert breasts.

Your hand hesitantly ran over his stiff cock, lips parting at the sheer size of him, how girthy and long- was his dick curved? You almost fainted, but Satoru’s whine, paired with his puffy lips clinging to your now released nipple, brought you back.

What?

Your panties flooded, and you mewled softly, palming his aching cock as you watched him suckle on your nipple like a hungry baby. His eyes shut a little, and his ears- oh, his cute ears twitched with each suck. His hips jerked up desperately, whimpering nonsense onto your breasts. His sharp little fangs brush the sensitive skin, leaving you a mess.

You couldn’t say no to him anymore. But you hadn’t a clue how to please a man… Sure, you saw a few videos before, a girl jerking her hand up and down the length, the man groaning before he came, but was it the same to every man? You saw the way Satoru was almost crying as he suckled, basking in your palming, but far too needy, far too eager for more.

Who were you to deny him?

You gently pulled his pajamas down, eliciting a whimper from his pink lips, still stubbornly latched onto your nipple. His other hand now kneads your other breast, eyes up on you, looking far too innocent for the situation. 

“Shh, I got you, kitty. Let me take care of you.” Once his throbbing, girthy, long cock bobbed out from his pajamas, your eyes widened, pupils shifting to phantom hearts.

Holy shit.

Satoru was pure fantasy. His weeping dick, and swollen balls aching. His pinkish-red tip dribbled small amounts of milky release, his length covered in faint veins, curved faintly upwards, like a hook. Aroused was an understatement; you had the urge to sink down on him, despite your shy self, to feel his fat tip kiss your soft cervix…

Satoru suckled harder, nipping on your nipple, massaging the other until pliant. You glanced down at him, softly whimpering along to him as you began to follow pure instinct, jerking him off.

“There you go, kitty,” you whispered. “Just let go.”  

He went boneless against you, limbs heavy, face barely hidden, his saliva bathing your now puffy nipple. His tail coiled around your ankle, an anchor. 

Sweet thing hadn’t uttered a coherent word the entire time; that’s how gone he was. Your fingers grazed his swollen tip, adding more pressure to the length as you went up and down. Satoru’s whimper, alongside the jerk of his hips, with the hard nibble of your nipple, told you he was close.

So when his release fell like a waterfall, sticky white fluid spurting from his tip to his clenching tummy, all over your tiny hand, he trembled, ears twitching, tail shaking faintly. His lips didn’t leave your nipple, though, saliva strand staying intact as he looked up to you half lidded, whining softly.

“That’s it, baby… Such a good boy, hm?” You cooed softly, cheeks rosy, matching his. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, hands trembling softly. But when your sticky hand left his relaxed cock, he suckled more, almost begging to have some kind of physicality with you. Your hand cradling his head to your chest allowed him to, feeling your own arousal grow tenfold worse.

After a quick wipe of your sticky hand on his already messy pajamas, you let your hand rub his chest, noticing his sensitive spots far too easily. He whimpered quietly when your fingers lightly ran over his pink nipples, and when your nails brushed his collarbones. 

By the time his breathing evened out, the room smelled of nothing but lavender, sticky release, and sleep.  

His sleep. 

Poor baby was worn out, overwhelmed from the pleasure, rightfully exhausted. 

You didn’t move until moonlight spilled through the curtains. Slipping away only to first get a warm, wet cloth to clean his tummy, then you changed into your coziest Miffy pajamas, pulling a new pair out for him too. You returned to find him sprawled on his back, one arm flung over his eyes. The collar glinted in the dark, like his release.

You gently cleaned his saliva-ridden lips and chin, then his tummy, making sure to get his snowy happy trail clean from release. After removing his dirty pajamas and pulling his new ones up, you threw the cloth and pants in the laundry hamper, settling beside him with burning cheeks and a full heart.

“Stay,” he mumbled, hoarse but lucid, as you slid under the covers.  

“Where else would I go? Silly kitty.” You curled into his side, head on his chest. His heartbeat soothed you, a steady drum beneath your ear.

Pleasuring him was scary at first, but… Now in bed, all comfy and warm with him, you felt far more confident, less shy about it. Sure, your panties were slick, messy with what he caused, but you’d deal with it later; now it was all about Satoru, your baby.

He hesitated, then wrapped around you, his nose in your hair. “…Thanks… ‘M sorry for-”  

“Be quiet, ‘Toru, don’t say dumb stuff,” you teased.  

He huffed a laugh, his ears burning pink, feeling surprisingly shy about being jerked off by his cute little owner. “Shut up.”  

But his big, warm arms tightened, his purr resuming, softer now, a lullaby. You kissed the hollow of his strong throat, just above the collar.  

“Next time,” you whispered, “don’t suffer alone. Please.”  

He didn’t answer. Just nuzzled closer, his tail swathing your legs like the world’s fluffiest blanket. 

But when you slept and felt his cheek nuzzle into your breasts, you knew the answer already.

Silly kitty.

End. 

Whoa! That was a lot, but I hope you truly enjoyed :) I wrote 90% of this half awake, since that's when my brain just locks in and spills the best writing I could ever pull out. I absolutely adore this little munchkin, so I will be making silly little drabbles, both sfw and nsfw, when I have the time. Btw, all my nsfw content is NOT for minors, and please do note I have this written in my intro, which is pinned. Take care of yourselves, lovelies :P

[ducksido]

Haiii 🦐

I, Arlekin, request:

Ace (and/or the other first years) with a m!Yuu who's esentially Laios, obsessed with monsters to the point that he just knows how to kill a weird ass monster -or Malleus- that would work too. Since he's, ykow, obsessed with monsters and Malleus is a monster (a dragon, yes, but still a monster)

Ace Trappola

"Are you seriously trying to get us killed right now??"

At first, Ace thought Yuu’s obsession with monsters was a joke.

Until Yuu saw a feral creature in the woods and went, “Ah yes, that’s a Corviper. Venomous. Blind in the right eye. Weak under the second scale on the tail. Perfectly edible.”

He watched Yuu 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯 and pull out a hunting knife with the excitement of someone seeing a celebrity in public.

“Bro. You’re gonna die.”

Ace tries to play it cool but he’s 100% hiding behind Yuu when they’re around dangerous creatures.

Yuu: "That's a Malleus Draconia. Genus: Lightning Dragon. 7'6, horned, prone to sulking and mood-based weather shifts." Ace: "YOU CANNOT JUST SAY THAT IN FRONT OF HIM."

He’s half in awe, half begging Yuu to shut up before they get turned into a toad.

Deuce Spade

"Wait, are you allowed to eat monsters!?"

Starts off very confused but intrigued. Yuu’s knowledge is impressive. Too impressive.

Deuce’s jaw DROPS the first time Yuu correctly identifies a monster’s entire diet, weak point, and reproductive habits.

Thinks it’s kinda cool until Yuu starts talking about monster anatomy in graphic detail.

Yuu: "This one has an expandable stomach that can hold a whole cow! I’d love to see how it digests humans." Deuce: "W-why are you smiling like that???"

Deuce tries to take notes when Yuu talks, thinking it’ll help in class. It won’t. He gets nightmares.

When Malleus shows up, Deuce panics trying to shut Yuu up.

Deuce: "Sir! I swear he respects you! He doesn’t mean ‘monster’ in a bad way!!"

Sebek Zigvolt

"HOW DARE YOU CALL THE YOUNG MASTER A—wait… what kind of monster did you say he was?"

3 seconds from tackling Yuu the moment the word “monster” is uttered near Malleus.

But Yuu doesn’t insult Malleus—he describes him with scientific fascination, like an expert zoologist examining a rare specimen.

Yuu: “His horns are perfectly symmetrical. That suggests stable development in dragon-form wombs—how rare. His magic output is extreme. Bet he could melt a cathedral.”

Sebek, who has been screaming “SILENCE” for 5 minutes, pauses.

Sebek: “Hmph. At least you recognize the young master’s greatness.”

Eventually starts supplying Yuu with safe-for-Malleus trivia. Secretly impressed.

Jack Howl

"...You scare me sometimes, man."

Jack respects Yuu’s knowledge. But it’s also terrifying.

They were supposed to be camping. Jack wakes up to see Yuu grilling a very questionable meat over the fire.

Jack: "…Where’d you get that?" Yuu: "Remember that slime with fangs that attacked us? Yeah. It was full of protein."

Jack: 😬

He appreciates Yuu’s monster sense when they’re fighting—but sometimes he thinks Yuu’s gonna marry a basilisk out of pure fascination.

When Malleus shows up: Yuu: “Has anyone studied his shed scales? I bet they’d sell for a fortune.” Jack: “DO NOT TOUCH THE PRINCE.”

Epel Felmier

"That’s so metal. But also. You worry me, dude."

Epel thinks Yuu’s monster obsession is badass. At first.

He’s so down to help hunt monsters—until he realizes Yuu is not hunting for safety or money…

He’s hunting because he wants to dissect them.

Yuu: “Epel, help me pry its jaw open—I wanna see how the poison sacs look inside.” Epel: "…Wait. You mean now?? It’s still twitchin’!”

He starts making up rules. “No touching monsters unless they’re trying to kill us first” becomes the motto.

When Yuu calls Malleus a “lightning-type apex predator,” Epel shouts, “You can’t say that about people!!”

Malleus Draconia

"...You wish to study me?"

Malleus is…intrigued.

Most people fear him. But Yuu? Yuu looks at him like he’s a rare species that needs to be put in a tank and stared at for hours.

Yuu: “You’re magnificent. Your horn symmetry, your lightning patterns—how do your wings work in your dragon form? Are they hollow-boned?” Malleus: “You flatter me in the strangest way, Child of Man.”

He lets Yuu ask questions. Encourages them, even.

There’s something soothing about someone looking at him with curiosity, not fear.

He does draw the line when Yuu tries to take measurements though.

Malleus: “You may not sample my blood for analysis. I require it to live.” Yuu: “Okay but just a drop—” Malleus: “No.”

[spurbleu]

ridiculous concept that came to me during post-nap nausea vision. cw. vampire reader x serial killer simon. proceed with cation im deadass. ~500 words

you’re in a perpetual state of starving.

it's a horrific feeling- to be acutely aware of how slowly your body dies around you. you condemn yourself to this suffering- but you cannot will death to take you. a snake that eats its tail, only to grow larger.

tonight, the patience snaps.

she’s about your size. hair in a ponytail that you could tug if you tried hard enough. milks the salty lights that hum over the bar and laughs with an ease you cannot remember having. alive.

you stay at the corner of the pub for hours. the waiter tried to get you to drink three times. you gave in on the fourth and bought a water. eyes dancing a triangle waltz- clock, windows, her. waiting until she’s alone so you could continue being undead for one more masochistic month.

she leaves as she pulls a cigarette from her pocket. you almost laugh at the irony. two deadly vices bringing you and your victim together.

it’s dark in the alleyway. blackberry marmalade where she leans up against the brick wall, burning herself at both ends. you feel suddenly sick, gripping the comically large kitchen knife in your hand. it's amateurish- to be bambi-legged where you are supposed to be ruthless.

inhuman.

then a cold bites at your neck and you're moved to stay squatting. something is wrong. something is here with you, and it promises danger.

manifests itself into a pair of broadening shoulders and a brutal swing. his figure swallows the moonlight and the girl without a wince. her smaller world ends on the concrete with blood in her mouth and a scream that only reached her teeth.

he stands without remorse. a wicked creature- capable of violence and cold blood murder- that appeared wholly and completely human. a strange envy pulses up your neck- wondering if your resolve had been traded for your mortality.

and then he looks at you. Or, through you.

all of your masked evil strips away. unravels into a hungry thing that stares at the girl's body with a mouth that didn’t know it could eat.

he points where she lies lifeless, and you watch an apparition of yourself dive for her neck, feeding. your body racks with sobs- for the girl that he killed. how much she looked like you if you hadn’t become what you are. how much you enjoy it- her blood and flesh and life collapsing into yours.

she’s only bones and skin when you stand. he stares at you, and the normal shape of his teeth makes you shiver- abnormally dull. A monster with all of its malice without the appearance. hiding in plain sight.  

when he smiles, it’s worse. “tha’ better, sweet’eart?”

you nod. he pulls you into his arms, and despite feeling more alive than you ever have, you do not have the strength to pull away. you don’t even know if you’d want to.

“jus’ le’me take care of ya now.”

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Eight

Steve slices the apple into four parts, and then retrieves the clock from the hallway; this one will be best, there’s no glass or anything, so he can just force the hands around with his fingers. Eddie sits on a stool at the breakfast bar, watching Steve and waiting patiently.

“Okay buddy, what time does it say?”

“Four,” Eddie says confidently. Nice and easy that one, because Steve has the little hand on the four and Eddie has grasped to look at the little hand first pretty fast.

“Okay so,” Steve puts down the clock, and holds the pieces of apple together to make it whole. “This is a full apple, yeah? One. It’s whole.”

“Whole apple.”

“Right, so now, how many?”

Steve pulls the pieces apart so he has two slices held together in each hand, “two.”

“That’s right, but It’s also half.”

“Half.”

“Yeah, whole apple. One apple. Two slices. Half an apple.”

“Half an apple.”

“Right, so,” Steve puts the apple slices down, letting them split, and moves the big hand down to six, “half four.”

Eddie moves the apple pieces around, frowning, “half four. Two,” he points.

“Yeah, with counting. On the clock. Time. This is half past four.”

Eddie frowns at the clock again. He shakes his head.

“Okay, so,” Steve spreads out the apple slices, “four. Four quarters,” then he moves the big hand around the clock face again, “quarter past four, half past four, quarter to five.”

Eddie frowns again, face scrunching a little bit, and Steve can sense the distress from Eddie, upset that he doesn’t understand.

“Half, two,” he volunteers.

Steve sighs, “yeah buddy, but-”

“No! Half two!” And then Eddie picks up two apple quarters and shoves them in his mouth, presumably to make the problem go away, crumbs of apple and juice dripping messily onto his chin as Eddie chews manically with his pointy teeth.

The kitchen dims a little, thick clouds scudding over the sun. Steve looks out of the window, it’s suddenly dark.

Red lightning flashes.

Eddie moves, leaning over the counter to slide a knife from the block, “half. Two.” He says, pressing the tip of the knife to his tail; black, thick blood wells up and starts to drip, and Steve stands frozen.

Eddie's eyes catch the light strangely, flashing silver, then they glow red as lightning crashes, “it’s for the best, Steve-”

Steve wakes with his heart pounding and a scream trapped in his throat; he feels like he can’t breathe, all of his body shaking and not obeying him, the sheets and blankets tangled around his legs. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he pants to himself, finally getting out of bed.

The light in the bathroom makes him feel better and he splashes his face and then drinks a little water right from the faucet. He sighs deep, just a dream.

Just a dream.

It takes ten minutes before Steve feels better but...even though it doesn’t make any sense at all, he needs to check. He just has to see Eddie, just for a second, to make sure he’s okay. Then he’ll come back to bed and everything will be fine.

Even though it’s completely fucking irrational, and Steve knows it is, he checks the knife block first; everything is set in it’s little slot, nothings missing...which, of course it isn’t. Of course it’s fine. He’s just being ridiculous.

The kitchen looks completely normal, even if it does feel a little sinister in the dark. Steve tells himself again that it’s just a dream.

The lounge is only illuminated by the moonlight from outside, but it’s enough to make out the curled up lump that is Eddie, sleeping on the couch.

Steve breathes a sigh of relief, even as he tells himself he’s being ridiculous.

“Stee?” It must have been enough to wake him, and Steve watches as Eddie’s head, somehow, pops out from amongst the tangled ball of tail and today's blue sweater. Steve’s let him have four and washes them on rotation. They don’t come completely clean – the grass stains are impossible, and the bottom edges are already ruinously frayed, but it’s fine, they’re only sweaters.

“Sorry, Buddy I...I had a nightmare.”

“Night...mare..?”

“Yeah a uhm,” Eddie shifts, and Steve sits next to him on the couch, “a bad dream, you know when you’re asleep?”

Eddie nods, “sleep, dark,” he points to the outside.

“Yeah, right so...do you ever see things, when you're asleep?” Eddie cocks his head, “like, uhm, TV. Like watching TV,” and Steve taps the side of his head.

Eddie takes Steve’s wrist, pulling his hand away, nodding furiously, “dark TV,” he uses Steve’s hand to tap the side of his own head, “many. Many all.”

“You dream? Every night?” Eddie nods. “What do you...what do you dream about?”

Eddie frowns, so Steve gets up, retrieving colored pencils and a larger notebook, he flicks on a lamp. Steve sits back next to Eddie, and using his woefully inadequate drawing skills, he makes out a couple of withered, spiky trees, shades the sky dark, draws swirls of black on the floor and a crackle of red lightning across the sky, “do you dream of this?”

Eddie’s mouth pops open, eyes wide with terror, he taps the paper urgently, “Stee? Stee in?? Many??”

“Yeah… Stee in, but not many.”

“Stee no! Stee not safe!” Eddie taps the paper, “Stee no! Bad bad!” Eddie's clearly horrified by the thought of Steve in The Upside Down.

“I won’t buddy okay, no more,” Steve taps the page, “finished.”

That seems to placate Eddie, he sits back, staring still at what Steve’s drawn, “dark TV,” he says quietly.

Steve gets his pencil and draws a stick figure with curly hair and a long pointed tail, he draws a little arrow and writes, ‘Eddie’, next to it, “Eddidie?”

“Yeah,” Steve tells him, “we call this place The Upside Down. That’s where you come from, The Upside Down.”

“The upside Down. Stee come from?”

“Hawkins Indiana.”

“Hawkins Indiana.”

“Yeah Buddy, that's where we are now. That’s what this place is called. Listen,” Steve draws another stick figure with a tail near to Eddie on the paper, “are there more like you there?” Steve taps his little drawing. Then he draws another stick figure mermaid, just for good measure.

“Yes.”

“Many?”

“Many many.”

“Do you...miss them?”

Eddie tilts his head.

“Okay Buddy, you and me, we’re friends,” Eddie nods, “and the kids. Birdie. Jon, Nancy. They’re our friends.” Steve taps the page again, “friend?”

Eddie shakes his head, “no,” he purses his lips, looks around, thinking, “Stee...pear, celery, grape?”

“Yeah, I know, food. That’s food.”

“Food...no many food in Upside Down.” Eddie taps the page, then hisses, clawing and biting the air a little.

“Fight. You had to fight them for food?”

“Fight. Yes,” Eddie takes the pencil and aggressively scribbles out the other two stick figure mermaids, Steve can’t help but chuckle.

“Well, you don’t have to fight anyone here buddy. No fight. All the pears are Eddie’s.”

Steve wakes up to something tickling his nose and something else digging viciously into his ribs. He feels a little attacked considering it’s first thing in the morning. He blinks awake, shifting, and his back screams at him.

Well fuck. The couch might look fancy, and it might be alright for sitting on, but it’s shit for sleeping on.

Especially when you’ve got a bony as fuck fish guy sleeping on you, “hi Eddie.”

“Hi Stee,” Eddie replies into the front of Steve’s shirt.

“Any more bad dreams?”

“No. No bad dreams. Stee good,” and Eddie pats Steve’s chest, “Stee dream?”

“No buddy, I’m all good too. But...if you do have bad dreams, you should come find me, okay? If you want to.”

“Stee find Eddidie?”

Which, yeah, Steve guesses, that is what happened last night, “yeah Buddy, like that.”

Eddie shifts again, and Steve realizes that it’s Eddie’s bony fucking elbows that might be trying to stab him in the guts, “we should get up,” and Eddie does, sitting up with no regard for the fact that means he’s sitting right on Steve’s lap – and his morning wood.

Eddie wriggles.

“Right, nope,” Steve sits, spreading his legs so that Eddie falls through and gets dumped onto the couch cushion, letting Steve slide away and stand up, “I’m going to go shower.”

“And Eddidie?”

“Yup, but you can go after me,” Steve is telling him, as Eddie follows him up the stairs.

That night, Steve isn’t even really asleep yet when he hears the quiet noise of Eddie making his way up the stairs. The soft susurration of Eddie moving across the carpet, and then the door being pushed the rest of the way open.

Steve lifts the covers, inviting Eddie in, “but take that off, it’s got dirty today,” Eddie does, pulling off the jersey and climbing in, lying face to face with Steve.

“Hi Stee,” Eddie whispers.

Steve smiles, “hi buddy,” he whisper back, “bad dream?”

Eddie nods.

“What about? Tell me?”

“Tell...dream?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie thinks, biting his lip a little, probably trying to work out how to explain it. Eventually he volunteers, “in Upside Down.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, because he figured as much.

Slowly, Eddie brings both hands up. He puts his palms on his cheeks, then covers his face with interlocked fingers. Steve has a mounting sense of horror; already certain he knows where this is going.

Slowly, Eddie lifts them, unlacing his fingers, like the spread of petals on his face.

“Demogorgon,” Steve whispers.

“Eddidie is food.”

Steve can’t really express the sheer amount of horror the thought fills him with, so he just pulls Eddie into a hug instead, “you’re safe now buddy. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

Steve actually manages to fall asleep alright with Eddie’s tail wrapped around his legs, and if he dreams, he doesn’t remember it, coming awake to the now familiar sound of a chair being dragged across the kitchen floor.

Steve heads downstairs to see what Eddie’s up to; he’s at the bottom step when the smell of coffee hits him, and he vaguely wonders if Robin or someone is here.

No. Just Eddie. He’s seen Steve work the coffee machine enough times to work it out for himself, obviously, and there’s a full cup waiting ready on the counter. On the table there’s a plate with a piece of dry toast on it, but there’s a jar of jelly from the fridge. A half full bowl of cereal (no milk) and a single pear.

“Eddie...did you make me breakfast?”

Eddie grins at him, and Steve just about rescues the mug of coffee from him before Eddie tries to make it across the kitchen one handed.

“Buddy this is...so good. Thank you so much.”

Part Ten

[corseque]

Transferring a twitter Dragon Age 4 theory to tumblr:

This is a theory about the very latest DA4 information that people were upset to learn about because they want to wait for the game rather than hear too much, so look elswhere if that is you. I suspect that Rook is called "Rook" for a reason. I suspect their color is purple for a reason.

Rook is associated with trickery and death, a bad omen.

Hmm.... that reminds me a little of a "dread wolf."

I, for a long time, thought the game was called "Dreadwolf" because the main character would be taking on the trials and tribulations and responsibilities of the Dread Wolf onto their own shoulders. This suspicion has expanded hugely in my mind when I think about DA4 because what exactly is the story set-up, here? What is the Dread Wolf?

Solas, who is playing the role in the story of Dragon Age of an ancient trickster deity, has claim and power over the functions that trickster gods. Namely, power over doorways, thresholds, boundaries.

It doesn't matter what Solas thinks about godhood if he has all the trappings and power of godhood. There is no material difference in a fictional story.

(I love that Solas in the prologue is demonstrating exactly what you would expect from a Trickster God in this situation - manipulating boundaries, and then being Just a Little Guy.)

So the game prologue opens on Solas, a trickster god, delicately manipulating the magical boundary between worlds, which is something that you would expect a trickster god to do. Then unfolds a scene in which a tiny figure (Rook) causes a larger-than-life god (Solas) mischief and, with Rook's foolish meddling, undoes the very fabric of normalcy, trapping the trickster god and throwing the world into chaos, upsetting the very balance of power between the gods, threatening the end of the world.

Rook then recieves power over the Veil the trickster god has, the sacred knife that the trickster god wields, the ability to traverse back and forth between the boundaries only easily traversed by the trickster god, the magical mirror teleportation network of the trickster god, the magical floating Lighthouse home of the trickster god, the responsibilities of the trickster god, etc.

Rook also recieves the advice of the trickster god, whether they want it or not (it seems).

Do you see what I'm saying?

"They call me the Dread Wolf, what will they call you when this is over?"

I think this game may be about Rook becoming a trickster god.

As Felassan tells Briala in The Masked Empire, "[Becoming a god] is for the stories to decide."

Tricksters in folklore are very often mortal, human heroes. Very often, they act stupidly and foolishly (like we are said to do by interrupting Solas in the prologue) and somehow win anyway.

And what more powerful figure could there be, to fight with gods? Only a little guy like Solas or Rook, could hope to fight multiple gods and win. A little tiny trickster hero who makes foolish mistakes but is unkillable like Bugs Bunny is actually the perfect challenger to all-powerful deities.

Anyway, so if we get all of Solas' powers and his responsibilities, if we're, in a way, in training to become a trickster god. We may be stepping into myth and doing his job for him, disrupting things the way he does, and there will be comparisons. (the articles tell us that Solas is comparing himself to Rook, and that he doesn't like what he sees of himself in Rook). People always acted like Solas' situation was incredibly easy, but imo we could never actually understand what his story was, or see it from his point of view, enough to judge him. But if we actually walk in his shoes, then maybe we can actually have a part of the conversation. And later, maybe part of the myth.

The little Rook-bird that tugged the Dread Wolf's tail and let the creators free again, the little trickster Rook that destroyed or saved the world. I wonder what kind of trickster they will call us, when it is all over?

[zeroxxlhero]

can i request a werewolf! vi x either human! or fairy! reader where her tail wags during it? :3 please no hunter reader! just wanna be on an equal power balance as her, or a good guy

Tail • Vi

Warnings: 18+ characters, werewolf! Vi, doggy style, Vi having a tail, creampie, reader is a regular human, cowgirl, praising, marking, rough sex

Pairings: Vi x You

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

Vi's tail swishes lazily behind her as she kneels between your spread legs, her eyes dark with lust. The thick, veiny dick jutting from her crotch is already drooling pre-cum, the fat head an angry, purplish red. Your cunt clenches, a gush of wetness seeping out to coat your inner thighs. The smell of your arousal hangs heavy in the air, musky and sweet. It mingles with the scent of her, that unique blend of hot, hard Vi and something wild and feral.

That tail twitching over her ass, the only sign of her alien nature, makes you clench again. Makes your thighs tremble with the need to be mounted, to be taken hard and deep by Vi's massive cock.

You don’t have to wait long.

Vi surges forward, her cock slamming into your cunt like a battering ram. You cry out, the pleasure-pain of the sudden intrusion sending stars exploding behind your eyelids. She's so big, so fucking huge that you can feel her in your throat.

The need to breathe is a distant concern. The only thing that matters is the thick slide of Vi's cock in your cunt, the drag of her heavy balls against your clit with every thrust. She fucks you like a machine, her pace never faltering as she splits you open on her dick. The need to come, to spasm and shake and scream, is a clawing desperation in your gut. The need to be filled, to be seeded and claimed and ruined, is the only coherent thought in your brain.

Her thrusts are getting messier, her hips slapping against your ass with wet, obscene slaps. The friction is delicious, each drag of her cock against your sensitive walls stoking the flames of your desire higher and higher. You're lost in it, in the rhythm of her fucking, the slap of flesh on flesh and the squelch of your juices. You can barely catch your breath before she's slamming back in, her thickness stretching you to the point of pain.

But it's a pain you welcome, a pain you crave like a drug.

She doesn't slow down, doesn't ease up as she chases her release. If anything, she fucks you harder, her thrusts growing erratic, desperate. It's messy, sloppy in the best way possible. Like she can't get enough, like she wants to fucking devour you whole.

"F-fuck," Vi whines, her voice strained with need. "You feel so fucking good, baby. So wet and perfect." Then she punctuates her words with a particularly deep thrust, the head of her cock kissing your cervix. You cry out, your back arching as your eyes roll back in your head. "Wanna fucking cum so bad. Wanna fill this pussy up until it's fucking overflowing." Her tail is wagging now, a fast, eager thump against her ass cheeks as she fucks you. She doesn’t let up, doesn't slow down as she chases her release.

Your cunt is aching, your clit throbbing with each slap of her heavy balls against it. You're so close, teetering on the knife's edge of orgasm. All it would take is one touch, one word from Vi's mouth to send you careening over the edge.

She found what she was looking for and sank her fangs deep into your shoulder. A cry tore from your throat at the sudden rush of pain, your nails scrabbling uselessly at the sheets.

It wasn’t just a bite.

It was a claim, a primal marking that set your very soul on fire. Your cunt clamped down around her, rhythmic contractions that pushed her right over the edge. She roared into your skin, her cum erupting from her cock in thick, hot spurts that flooded your insides.

You came with a wail of her name, your eyes rolling back as ecstasy crashed over you in waves. She fucked you through it, prolonging your release until you were nothing more than a quivering, incoherent mess. Only then did she ease back, licking the claiming mark on your shoulder with a satisfied rumble.

Your shoulders slump beneath you, your weight a soothing press against her back. Your hands trace aimless patterns on her flanks, petting her the way she likes. She wriggles into your touch, a content little whine escaping her throat. Her tail is wagging now, thumping against your thigh with every beat of her heart. She turns her head to nuzzle into your neck, her tongue darting out to lap at the claiming mark on your shoulder. You shiver, the residual zing of pleasure-pain sending a thrill down your spine.

"Good puppy," you croon, scratching behind her ear the way you know she loves. "Such a good girl. Did so well, made me feel so good." Your praise is like honey on your tongue, the words flowing effortlessly as you bask in the afterglow of your shared pleasure.

She sighs, pressing closer with a contented rumble. Then the rumble shifts, becoming something low and needy as she starts to move against you. Her thrusts are lazy, languid, but no less insistent. You can feel her half-hard cock sliding between your legs, smearing wetness over your thighs. She whimpers, her hips stuttering as she seeks friction. She attacks your neck with nips and licks, her teeth scraping against your pulse point.

"P-please," she whines, her voice small and desperate. "W-want you again. Need you again." She seeks your gaze, her eyes bright and pleading. The need to give in, to take her again and again until neither of you can move, is a living thing inside you. With a noise of your own, you shove her onto her back, pinning her with your weight.

You position yourself over her hips, her cock twitching eagerly against your dripping folds. Without preamble, you sink down, taking her to the hilt in one smooth motion. Vi throws her head back with a choked moan, her hands flying to your hips. She clings to you like you're a lifeline, her fingers digging into your flesh as she tries to pull you deeper. You obligingly roll your hips, grinding down against her until her cock is nudging at your cervix.

She doesn’t disappoint, thrusting up into you.

You lean down, your hands braced on her chest as you set a fast, hard pace. Your tits bounce with every gyration of your hips, Vi's hands coming up to cup and knead the soft mounds. The rough, almost bruising touch sends sparks of pleasure racing through you, stoking the fires that are already raging out of control.

You ride her like a woman possessed, your hips slamming down onto hers with every thrust. Your cunt is greedy, swallowing up her length like it's starving for it.

And in a way, you are.

You're insatiable, the need to be filled, to be stretched, to be completely and utterly owned by this magnificent creature below you. It's primal, the way you fuck her, the way she fucks you back. There's no tenderness to it, no gentle caresses or whispered endearments.

Vi's tail is a blur of motion, the furry appendage thumping against the mattress in time with her thrusts. It pools from her lower back, the length of it stretching out behind her like a fuzzy flag. The need to reach out, to tangle your fingers in it and tug, is a sudden, visceral thing. You lean back, your hand snaking between your bodies to fist around the base of her tail. You jerk her to you, using the leverage of her tail to pull yourself deeper onto her cock.

The tail tug makes Vi moan, her back arching off the bed. The sound is one of purest bliss, a wanton, keening cry that shoots straight to your cunt. You clench around her, your inner walls rippling along her length as if to encourage her to keep making those beautiful noises. She doesn’t disappoint. Her thrusts grow harder, more erratic, like you've triggered something primal in her.

The need to come, to be filled with her again, is a desperation inside you.

The need to feel her flooding your cunt, marking you from the inside out, is a physical ache.

The need to be hers, mind, body and soul, is the only coherent thought left in your brain.

The need to be one with her, to meld flesh and bone and spirit into a single, pulsing entity is a screaming demand in your blood.

The new angle lets Vi sink impossibly deeper, the head of her cock nudging at your cervix with every grind of your hips. You cry out, your head falling back as pleasure sparks behind your eyelids. Your free hand comes up to join the first, both of them tugging hard on Vi's tail as you ride her.

Your grip on her tail tightens, your nails digging into the furry flesh as you use it to impale yourself on her cock. Your cunt is gushing, coating Vi's dick in your slick arousal. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, mixing with the creak of the protesting bed frame.

Your clit is throbbing, each brush of Vi's pubic bone against it sending electric jolts of pleasure racing through your veins. You're close, teetering on the knife's edge of orgasm. All it would take is one more thrust, one more twist of your hips to send you crashing over the edge. But you hold off, biting your lip hard enough to taste blood as you wait for Vi. Wait for her to join you in bliss. You look down at her, your eyes locking with hers in a moment of perfect clarity.

It's all harsh gasps and guttural moans, the slap of flesh on flesh and the squeak of the bed frame as it struggles to withstand your mutual assault. Your clit is throbbing, every drag of Vi's thick cock against it sending sparks of pleasure skittering up your spine. You can feel your orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of your gut.

Your bodies are moving as one, a perfect syncopation of flesh and muscle and need. Vi's tail is pulled taut, stretching her taut as she pistons into you with a singular ferocity. The need to surrender, to let her take you, claim you, own your body and soul, is a scream in your skull. She doesn’t make you wait. She seals her mouth over yours in a bruising kiss, her tongue invading, claiming, possessing. Your tongues twine, the taste of her, the flavor of your combined desires, exploding across your taste buds.

It's heady, intoxicating, a drug that you could happily drown in.

The need to be closer, to be merged, to be one is a primal demand, a clawing urgency that refuses to be denied. You're grinding against her now, your hips slamming down to meet her ruthless upward thrusts.

You slam down onto her one last time, a high keen tearing from your throat as you shatter. Your head falls back, your mouth opening in a silent scream as pleasure crashes over you in endless waves. It goes on and on, each contraction of your cunt prolonging your shared bliss.

She cum with you, her shout of your name echoing off the walls as she floods you with her release. Your pussy milks her, greedy for every last drop as you rock through the aftershocks. It's not until you've squeezed her dry that you collapse on top of her, your face buried in the sweat-dampened crook of her neck. You both lay there, chests heaving as you try to catch your breath.

The need to move is distant, unimportant in the face of this blissful lassitude. So you don't, letting Vi hold you as you drift in the hazy realm between wakefulness and sleep.

[yvesssssssss]

wat do ya think about Sakamoto Days characters with like an girlfriend/bf that's very pretty but like very ignorant to it like they're an retired assassin "they're staring at my face they must be trying to kill us!" "they're staring at u bc ur pretty .."

Nagumo yoichi

It wasn’t paranoia if you were right.

At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. Years of assassin work had honed your instincts to razor-sharp precision, and right now—right now—someone was staring at you.

Your fingers twitched towards a hidden knife as you leaned closer to your boyfriend. "Yoichi," you whispered. "Six o’clock. They’ve been staring for the last five minutes. Probably planning something."

Nagumo Yoichi, ever the trickster, barely hid his smirk as he took a sip of his drink. "Yeah? What do you think their plan is?"

"Assassination. Maybe a kidnapping. They could be waiting for the right moment to strike." Your voice was deadly serious.

Nagumo gave the so-called threat a once-over. It was an old woman in a sunhat, smiling as she fed birds at the café patio. "Sweetheart," he said, amused, "she’s looking at you because you’re pretty."

You blinked. "What? No. That makes no sense. She’s assessing weak points."

Nagumo chuckled, absolutely delighted by this conversation. "Oh, absolutely. You’re just so stunning that she’s trying to figure out how to take you down. But I gotta say, if that’s her plan, she’s really bad at being discreet."

Shin Asakura

"Shin, cover me. There's someone at two o’clock who won’t stop staring."

Shin, used to the constant adrenaline rush of being around former assassins, barely looked up from his food before sighing. "They’re looking at you because you’re gorgeous. Can you please just eat?"

You squinted. "No, there’s no way. It’s a tactical decision."

Shin groaned, rubbing his temples. "I can hear their thoughts. They’re literally thinking about how attractive you are. That’s it. That’s all they’re thinking about."

There was a long pause. "…Still sounds like a trap."

Shin banged his head on the table.

Natsuki Seba

Natsuki was already nervous when he realized people were looking at you. His anxiety doubled when you suddenly grabbed his wrist, eyes darting toward a group of whispering onlookers. "We're being watched."

"Yeah," Natsuki muttered, shifting awkwardly. "Because you’re, y’know, you."

"Exactly. They know my record."

"No, they—" He exhaled sharply, rubbing his forehead. "They think you’re beautiful."

You frowned, clearly struggling to process this information. "That makes even less sense."

Natsuki gave up.

Gaku

"We’ve got a tail."

Gaku perked up instantly, cracking his knuckles. "Where?"

You motioned towards a couple of teenagers stealing glances in your direction. "They’ve been watching for a while."

Gaku rolled his shoulders, ready to throw hands. "Yeah, okay, I’ll rough ‘em up real quick."

Before he could move, Kumanomi grabbed the back of his jacket. "No, you will not. They’re just checking out your partner."

Gaku scowled. "Then why are they looking at me, huh?"

Kumanomi sighed. "They’re wondering how someone like you pulled someone like her."

Gaku processed this for a second. "Oh. Yeah, fair."

Uzuki Kei

Uzuki didn’t even flinch when you leaned in and whispered, "That barista has been eyeing me suspiciously."

He took a slow sip of tea. "They’re looking at you because you’re beautiful."

You scoffed. "I’ve taken down over fifty people in my career. I know an assassin when I see one."

Uzuki gave you a long, tired stare. "They’re wondering if they should give you their number."

You furrowed your brows. "But why—"

"Because you’re stunning," Uzuki deadpanned.

Silence.

"…Still don’t buy it."

Uzuki took another long sip of tea. "Of course you don’t."

Shishiba

"Shishiba, there’s a guy at the ramen shop counter who keeps looking at me."

Shishiba didn’t even bother to look up from his newspaper. "Yeah."

"Should I take him out?"

Shishiba sighed, finally glancing at you. "You’re pretty. People stare. Just let it go."

You looked genuinely confused. "But what if he’s an enemy?"

"Then he’s a really bad one. Just eat your food."

You huffed but obeyed. Still, your hand hovered near your weapon just in case.

Shishiba rolled his eyes and turned the page.

[whateverloomis]

if u want, u should do a stu x reader where they are bsfs when the murders start and he's all "oh I'll protect u im so buff," but yk the whole time he's the one tormenting and killing people. the freak def loves to scare her by sneaking in and jumping her bones, ghostface costume and all

I focused on the scaring reader and tormenting for this one, plus added Billy into the mix here because I can't resist putting him in the picture, but this is Stu focused as requested. I hope I delivered anon, enjoy! <33

Warnings: Suggestions of sexual activities, chasing, mocking, tension (fear and doubt,) angst-ish, betrayal, threats, unedited

Reader: AFAB reader (She/Her)

You were running up the stairs of your two story house. The masked figure was right on your tail with a knife in hand.

You don't know how the ghost face killer got in your house to scare the hell out of you, but it was happening. You felt like you were at the edge of death in your own home. Again.

You entered your room seeking safety, but he was quicker and pushed you against the wall, knife against your throat. As you took a few deep breaths to calm down, you shook your head and glared at him.

"Stu, this shit isn't funny anymore!" You yelled and took the mask off his face but were met with someone else.

Billy Loomis.

He was smirking at you, seeming satisfied with the change of Stu's usual prank.

You managed to push him away enough to set yourself free from his grasp.

"What the fuck is going on!?" You yelled and suddenly heard laughter coming from your closet. Walking past Billy, you opened the doors to reveal Stu. He stepped out and stuck his tongue out in mock.

"That was so good! You should've seen the look on your face!" - "That's enough! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Both of you!" You screamed and the boys stood silent for a few seconds before Stu broke the tension.

"Hey, I'm just kidding around YN," he said and walked towards you.

You walked past him and sat on the edge of your bed; "I need you to be honest with me, Stu..."

They both looked at you quietly, waiting for your question

"These... "Pranks" are way too realistic... Too accurate to the descriptions of the victims. Stu... You've made me doubt..."

"Hold on, you told me this is the first time you were doing this prank," Billy told Stu, anger evident in his tone of voice.

"I... Well, technically yes, with you!" He explained and Billy pushed him against the wall, knife against his throat.

"You're telling me you've been fucking around, scaring YN and practically exposing us?! You're a fucking idiot, you know that?!" Billy whisper screamed at the tall boy and all he could do was laugh nervously and keep saying that he was only joking, not exposing anything.

You couldn't make out what Billy was saying to Stu, the boy strategically talking loud enough for Stu to hear.

Everything was too suspicious and felt way too real to be a prank at that point.

"You... You're the killer... Killers..." You said, head low and thoughtful.

Billy looked over his shoulder and you could see the rage on his face; "What?" he whispered.

You swallowed thickly and inhaled, nervousness taking over you. Stu wasn't a trustworthy person anymore so you were lost. You didn't know what to do.

Stu pushed past Billy and laughed nervously; "Psh c'mon, no we're not. It's just a prank YN, we're fucked up like that!" he exclaimed and you stood up, walking back towards the bedroom door.

"Don't... I'm calling the police-" - "Mm, that wont be necessary." Billy said, rushing behind you and locking the door. You were scared out of your mind. Were they going to kill you? Stu out of the both of them? Your best friend. The one you thought you could trust with your life.

"Please... Stu. I thought I could trust you," you said, feeling betrayed.

"We were never going to do anything to you babe, but now," he paused and walked towards you enough to sandwich you between him and Billy who instantly held you in place by wrapping one of his strong arms around your torso; "...now that you know, you have to die," your best friend finished his sentence and for some reason you felt defeated.

"Stu please... Don't... I'll do anything," you talked softly, looking up at him. Begging with your stare.

You felt Billy tense at your words and squeeze you slightly. He got excited with your words.

Stu chuckled and smiled manically at you; "That's never the correct answer baby. You know what always happens when the pretty girl says she'll do anything."

And that you knew. Of course you did. Stu's suggestive words made Billy chuckle behind you. He clearly wanted the same thing your best friend was implying.

If you weren't in this situation you would give into them without question but here you were, with seemingly no other option because death sure isn't one. It never was...

...and it won't be.

[chrissssssmut]

Yandere Mermaid Princess Jisso x male reader human.

THE SEA'S CLAIM

Yandere Mermaid Jisoo x Male Reader

AN: Quick story i wrote for this week! Been super busy recently! Hope y'all can wait!😭♥️

The crew of the Osprey was tired. Tired from the long days at sea, tired from the never-ending stretch of horizon, and tired of being so close to the edge of the world. As you sailed into the Crimson Strait, whispers of the ancient tales started floating through the crew. You could feel the weight of those whispers, heavy like the fog that clung to the sails.

“Mermaid territory,” Jackson said quietly, looking out at the haze. “It’s nothing but death and song here. That’s what they say.”

Ren, who had been sharpening his knife, scoffed. “Mermaids? Curses and singing? It’s sailor nonsense. Don’t tell me you believe that old fairy tale.”

“I didn’t say I believe it. Just don’t go swimming if you’re looking for an early grave,” Jackson replied, his voice tense. He glanced over at you, and for a moment, you wondered if he had a point.

You kept your thoughts to yourself, but you couldn’t shake the memory. Three nights ago, in a tavern called The Drowned Bell at the edge of a nearby port town, you’d heard a woman’s voice. It was velvet, smooth, like the gentle crash of waves on a calm night. The crowd was drunk and oblivious, but you were drawn in. You found her in the back of the tavern—sitting there, eyes shining dark in the dim light. Her smile was alluring, but her gaze… almost unnerving.

She had caught your eye instantly. You had asked her name.

“Jisoo,” she said, her voice dipping low, eyes like the ocean itself. “You’ll remember me when the water closes over your head.”

You had laughed it off at the time, thinking it was just some strange woman trying to flirt with a sailor. But deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling. You couldn’t forget her. Not her name. Not the way she looked at you.

Now, staring at the fog, you wondered if you should’ve listened to the old stories. Were they real? Was she real?

The crew spent the day navigating through the fog, their voices drifting on the air as they made repairs and checked supplies. You couldn’t help but keep looking over the edge of the ship, your mind lingering on the memories of the tavern, the strange woman, the words she had whispered.

The sea felt wrong today. It was too still, too silent.

Suddenly, the ship jolted. A massive impact shook the hull. Screams erupted from the crew.

“Enemy ship!” someone shouted.

You grabbed your weapon and rushed to the deck. There was chaos—gunfire, yelling, the sound of swords clashing. The ship rocked violently as another vessel broke through the mist. The crew fought with desperation, scrambling for survival. You shouted orders, trying to bring some kind of order to the madness, but the attack was relentless. As the ships collided, you were thrown off the deck.

You hit the water hard.

The cold shocked your body, the shock of the impact knocking the breath from your lungs. The ocean swallowed you. Waves battered your body. You fought to surface, but the currents were unforgiving, dragging you deeper into the dark, unknown depths.

And then you saw her.

She was there.

A figure in the darkness of the sea, moving gracefully like a shadow in the night. Her hair, dark as the water around her, swirled around her face. Her tail, a shimmering mass of deep violet and black, glinted as it flicked through the water.

“Finally,” she whispered, her voice resonating inside your skull, clear as day despite the water. “You’ve come back to me.”

You couldn’t understand what was happening. You struggled to move, but your limbs felt like lead in the cold water. She swam toward you, so effortlessly, so beautifully, you almost forgot to breathe. Her smile was too perfect, too knowing.

“You don’t need to fight,” she cooed, voice low, predatory. “You belong here, with me. You’ll be mine.”

Her eyes, impossibly bright, locked onto yours. The gaze was magnetic—hypnotic. Her fingers grazed the side of your face, soft like the surface of the water itself. Her skin was cold—strangely cold, and when she touched you, you felt that coldness seeping into you.

“You’re not real,” you gasped, trying to shove her away.

She laughed softly, the sound echoing through the water.

“Oh, but I am real. I’ve always been real,” she whispered, curling her fingers into your hair. “You wanted this. You just didn’t know it yet.”

Your body went rigid as she pulled you deeper into the water. Her tail wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You struggled, heart hammering in your chest as panic began to creep up your spine.

“No,” you gasped, but the words were swallowed by the pressure of the water.

But then—everything stopped. A sharp tug at your shoulder.

“There!” A voice shouted.

Rough hands gripped you, pulling you up, away from the depths, away from her.

“Let him go!” Jisoo shrieked. Her voice was a primal, guttural sound that rattled through your bones. “He’s mine! MINE!”

A blast of air filled your lungs as you were yanked out of the water, gasping for breath. You were pulled onto a sturdy lifeboat, hands steadying you.

“Are you alright?” Jackson asked, his face pale, eyes wide with concern. “What the hell happened out there?”

You could barely answer. You were still reeling, trying to process the strange, horrifying encounter. Your thoughts were a mess.

“What was that?” you managed to choke out.

Jackson glanced back at the water. “Mermaids,” he muttered. “Goddamn mermaids. I should’ve known.”

You didn’t understand. You didn’t want to understand.

As you regained your composure, your crew—what was left of them—began to gather their bearings. Jackson, Ren, Marco, and Elias. Four of you left. But something felt off, and you couldn’t shake the feeling. Jisoo wasn’t done with you. She was out there, waiting.

The next morning, things only grew stranger. You reached the shore of a small island. The trees were dark, thick with a strange mist that never seemed to lift. You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. It wasn’t just the eerie quiet; it was the presence you felt in the air, the way the world seemed to hold its breath.

Jackson and Ren began preparing the fire, Marco wandered off to gather wood, and Elias began to examine the nearby rocks.

“I’ll be fine,” Marco assured the group, waving a hand as he disappeared into the trees.

You didn’t hear from him again.

That night, the search began.

You found Marco’s body first.

It was in the shallows, washed up onto the beach. His eyes were wide, unblinking, but his body—his body had been torn apart. And there was something on the sand, a strange, twisted shape. Something that looked too much like… bones. Twisted, warped—human bones.

A shiver ran down your spine. You turned to Jackson. His face was ashen. Ren’s lips trembled as he stepped back.

“We need to leave,” Ren whispered, his voice tight with fear. “We need to go. Now."

But it was already too late.

The water began to churn, dark shapes moving under the surface. A ripple of movement.

And then—they came.

Mermaids.

There were too many to count, their bodies sleek and glistening with the dark waters. They emerged, their eyes glowing, claws sharp, as they grabbed hold of the boat, dragging it under. Ren and Elias were gone. Just like that. The mermaids dragged them beneath the waves, their screams still echoing in the air—desperate and filled with terror. The sound of their bodies being torn apart was sickening. The mermaids didn’t stop, didn’t care. They ripped open their guts, laughing in cruel delight as they held up pieces of them like trophies. Elias's intestines dangled from one of their claws, and the mermaid tossed them up in the air, giggling darkly. Ren's chest was ripped wide open, his heart still beating in the water as they mocked him, the bloody mess in their hands a twisted joke. I tried to help. I screamed for them, begged for anything—anything to stop it, but it was too late. Too late to save them. They were just... gone. And I was left behind, helpless, with only their broken bodies in my mind.

It was just you and Jackson now, and that primal, gnawing terror had settled deep in your chest. The silence between you was suffocating, thick with fear. Jackson was shaking, his face pale as he stumbled backward, eyes darting around, as if he could escape the horror that was closing in on you both. His voice trembled as he muttered to himself, the panic obvious in his words.

“What the hell… what the hell is happening?!” His breathing was ragged. “We—We can’t be the last ones. We can’t...”

You could barely breathe, your chest tightening with each passing second. But then—there was movement in the water. A flash of sleek, dark scales.

Before you could react, Jackson was yanked from behind, his body jerking violently as something cold, something strong, latched onto his head. A sharp, inhuman laugh echoed through the air as a mermaid surfaced, its claws sinking deep into Jackson’s skull, dragging him back with terrifying force.

“No!” Jackson screamed, struggling wildly, his hands clawing at the creature’s grip, but it was useless. The mermaid’s grip tightened like a vice. His cries were cut short by a sickening snap—his neck twisted at an unnatural angle, and a horrible, wet crack rang through the air.

You froze. You wanted to scream, to run, to do something, but your body wouldn’t obey. Jackson’s limp form hung in the creature’s grasp, his eyes wide and vacant.

With a twisted grin, the mermaid pulled him under, his body flailing, arms still trying to fight back, even in death. The water churned around him, dark red mixing with the sea as the mermaids closed in. They tore into Jackson, his flesh no longer his own, their claws raking through his body with savage hunger. You could hear the tearing of flesh, the bone breaking with each pull, the sickening sound of it all echoing in your ears.

His screams, his pleas, were drowned out in the dark water.

And then—silence.

All that remained was the water, now stained with Jackson’s blood, and you—alone. Frozen. The terror still gnawing at you, its teeth sharp and relentless.

But through it all, you couldn’t stop thinking of her. Jisoo. She was coming. You knew she was.

And in the depths, her voice called to you once more.

“Don’t be afraid, my love,” she whispered from the sea. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

The waves crashed again against your raft, pulling it deeper into the water. The cold seeped into your bones as the sea threatened to swallow you whole. Your chest tightened, your body trembling, but even in the face of such overwhelming fear, a part of you wanted to surrender, wanted to sink into the darkness, to be with her.

The sea took everything from you.

And Jisoo… she took you, too.

You were dragged under, the water closing in around you like a suffocating tomb. Her grip was like ice, her fingers curling around your wrist, dragging you deeper into the abyss. You gasped for breath, but all you got was the suffocating, cold water filling your lungs. Panic surged through you, your chest aching as you struggled, your limbs too heavy, too weak to fight against her pull. She smiled, that same knowing, predatory smile as she took you into her world.

"You’ll never escape me," she whispered, her voice like silk, wrapping around your mind.

You couldn’t respond, couldn’t scream—your body was already failing. Your vision blurred, your consciousness slipping away, as the coldness of the ocean swallowed you whole.

But just as the darkness was about to claim you, Jisoo’s grip on your wrist tightened, pulling you back toward her. You felt her lips press against your ear, her voice dripping with venomous sweetness.

"Hold on," she murmured, her breath warm against your frozen skin.

And then she placed something in your hand. It was small, smooth, and warm—an orb, glowing with a soft, pulsating light. Your fingers instinctively closed around it as she held it to your lips.

“Swallow it,” she commanded, her tone dark and seductive.

You did as she told you, your body betraying you, your instincts fading beneath her presence. The moment the orb passed your lips, you felt a strange warmth flood your chest, followed by a sharp, sudden pressure in your head, like something unlocking deep within you. A strange pulse reverberated through your veins, and the water around you suddenly didn’t feel as suffocating. You could breathe. Underwater.

But as the warmth spread through your chest, you felt something else—a weakness. Your muscles, once strong enough to struggle against the waves, now felt like jelly. You were sluggish, barely able to move. The weight of the water seemed heavier, pressing down on you with every passing second. You tried to push yourself away from her, but your body refused to obey. You were powerless, trapped beneath the surface, unable to escape.

Jisoo’s laughter echoed in your ears, soft and soothing, like a lullaby. She swam around you, her movements graceful, hypnotic. Her hands reached out, cupping your face with cold fingers as she brought her face close to yours.

“Now you can never leave me,” she whispered. “The orb binds you to me. You’ll be mine, forever. The sea will never let you go. Not when it makes you weak, makes you need me.”

You tried to shake your head, to fight against her, but your body wouldn’t listen. The orb pulsed in your chest, anchoring you to her, anchoring you to the water, making every breath harder. You were tethered to the sea, tethered to her.

She smiled, a dark, knowing smile, as she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close. You couldn’t escape, couldn’t even move. Your body was no longer your own.

"You’ll never leave me now," she purred, her voice both soothing and terrifying. "I’ll keep you with me, in my world. Forever."

And in that moment, you knew it was true. You were hers now. Forever. And the ocean, like her, would never let you go.

[rene-darling]

SEA CREATURE- genshin men

Genshin men but they're different types of sea creatures! How do they court you if they can't walk on land?...credits [m.neuvillette on insta]

...scaramouche...xiao...neuvillette...

Xiao

Xiao was never interested in mortals, let alone those who walked the land.

But there was just something about you that drew him near.

When you went swimming he would keep an eye out for you, watching you from a distance- just in case you were attacked! Not anything creepy...

He always found humans trying to swim funny-looking but when he observed you...he felt something different.

So when once a big wave had pulled you under preventing you from resurfacing he didn't think twice before guiding you back to shore.

He panted heavily, he'd never swam that in his life!

And when you woke up and looked at him he wondered what you would say..or think, would you call him a monster? An ugly creature? Like all the other humans- "are you...an angel?"

His breath hitched in his throat before he let out a scoff "hmpf. Foolish mortal."

He grumbled diving back deep into the ocean before you could say anything or ask him further questions.

This was getting rather tiring... Everyday since then you would come to the beach and scream your lungs out, and he'd blush at all the nicknames you had given him since he'd had not told you his name

"yoohoo~ angel!, my mermaid savior!, my-" "Stop it." you froze..he finally appeared before you, tired of hearing the arsenal of nicknames you had for him.

He glared at you with those sharp eyes of his, but when you looked at him and gave him a bright smile shouting "it's you! You're back! Hah!" he can't help but let his gaze soften...just a bit!

After that, it became routine for you to meet him by the seashore.

Once he started developing feelings for you, he wasn't quite sure on what to do.

He was flustered..you were a land animal, while he was a merman..

He came to the conclusion that the two of you could not be together in any capacity...

But that didn't stop his feelings from growing. Nor did it stop his biased behavior towards you.

He would bring you many sea shells from the ocean depts

One's that could not be found near the shore.

Once he saw that you liked them he started trying them together making cute accessories for you

Necklaces, rings, bracelets etc!

Scaramouche

Scaramouche is a siren. A deadly one at that.

He doesn't care for humans until it comes to his meal time and he doesn't give a fuck about them in a romantic sense either.

He was doing his usual, singing his lovely melody to attract nearby sailors so he could feast upon them.

But once he had gotten in a bit of trouble with some pirates whom he was trying to kill. Which resulted in him being caught in a net his tail all tangled up

His tail is his best asset! It's the easiest way to lure victims in! With just a wave of his tail he'll have his pray swimming to him

But now he's helplessly stranded on shore. He's half expecting for some humans to come along and kill him by this point..and they might as well since he feels as though he might die of hunger.

And then this human does come along. He's expecting his death but not without a fight!

He tries scratching you, hurting you. But to no avail, you don't back down as you keep approaching him not backing down from his fights

He winces when you bring the knife closer, that's it. This is the end for his miserable life...

Suddenly all those tight ropes around his body drop to the floor and he gets free. In instinct, he quickly swims off not bothering to talk to you.

It's been a while since then, and he convinces himself that he doesn't care...but, he can't really explain why he swims up to the shore every day, watching with sharp eyes to see if you would make an appearance.

And when you finally do, he feels relief spread out his body..you're safe- wait. No, he's a siren. He doesn't care for you!

After weeks of just watching you, he finally makes an appearance throwing a rock at your head to get your attention. When you look at him he swims behind a large rock gesturing for you to come closer. And when you do follow him without question he thinks to himself

Stupid human! I'm siren for archons sake!! What if I was trying to kill them!!...i mean I'm not, I would never. But still!

From that day on it becomes a tradition for the both of you to meet behind the big rock slightly offshore.

He doesn't know why he feels this warm feeling spread through his chest..he's a cold-blooded siren for god sake!

Still...he can't help it so..he tries impressing you.

He shows off his colorful tail, flapping it around and sticking it out of the water for you to observe.

He also makes sure to dive deep down into the ocean and grab rocks that he finds nice from the ocean floor to give to you.

He's sure you'll be impressed by his rocks! You probably haven't seen them since he got them from the depts.

Neuvillette

He's a sea otter!! With a fluffy little tail

Meeting you was definitely a stroke of luck.

You were on a scuba diving expedition with some friends and had lost your way in the depths of the fontain ocean

Neuvillette took all measures to stay away from humans of any kind, he didn't trust them, especially with how they polluted the waters!

But he had gotten his nose stuck in a plastic cup! He was only a bit curious about this strange plastic! He hadn't expected to get stuck!

This is why while in his attempt to get his nose out of the cup he felt his body press onto someone warm

Snapping his head back he saw you! His first instinct was to run, humans were nothing but trouble!...but.

Before he could've ran you had grabbed the plastic cup and had freed his nose

He's really grateful so he decides he'll show you the way back to your friends which you got lost from.

He tries to make you understand but you don't so he wraps his fluffy tail around you and pulls you to where he saw your friends.

From then on whenever you would go on a scuba diving expedition with your friends he would always seek you out. He's still not good with humans so while your scuba team is distracted you'll slip away unnoticed and find him.

You don't need to search far, it seems he's always around the corner when you seek him out

His eyes sparkle as he swims circles around you his fluffy tail brushing against you as he looks at your swimming gear

He'll ask you questions about it, and he'll be absolutely fascinated by the gadgets you have.

He'll get really sad when you have to leave soon to not worry your swim team. He insists you must stay at least a little while longer!

He'll start developing feelings for you, but he doesn't know how to act them out

He wouldn't have ever expected to fall for a human being! A mortal!

But he feels this overwhelming desire to be near you and to protect you from any harm you might face.

Being an otter, they usually hold hands while they sleep, that being the only affectionate thing he knows how to do, He never leaves your hand! Clinging onto your arm as if you're about to die!

He swims up to shore to watch the stars with you, and as you slowly fall asleep, he holds onto your arm to not drift away from you as you both sleep under the stars.

[sealcowboy]

wailing coral

merman!joost x pirate!reader ʚ the one where reader gets stranded and meets joost

rpf || dni if you don’t like, just block

the sea had turned red at dawn. not from blood, but rust. thick ropes of kelp dragging up bits of old iron, the remains of a ship you didn’t recognize. not yours. not your doing. but close enough to rattle your crew. they muttered of ghosts. sea-witches. cursed water. said it was time to sail far and fast.

but you stayed behind.

you told them it was superstition. nonsense. you didn’t say that something about the wreckage felt like a signal. like a message written in salt and metal. you stayed, and when the last dinghy left the cove, you waited a little longer. not for anything. not for anyone. just... waited.

the tide pulled you in, literally, when your skiff caught a swell too sharp for one person. it threw you into the shallows, near a reef you didn’t remember seeing before. it scraped your side, split your coat, knocked the breath out of you. bruised, cursing, soaked to the skin... and not alone.

he was already there.

half-submerged in the tidepool, body coiled like a serpent around coral, platinum hair tangled with barnacles and sea glass. blue eyes watching you, curious. calm. he didn’t flinch when you reached for your knife. didn’t speak. didn’t move. just tilted his head, like a cat hearing something it couldn’t place.

“…you’re real?” you muttered.

he blinked. tried to speak, maybe, but what came out wasn’t human. it was liquid, warbling, almost melodic. beautiful. completely unintelligible. it echoed off the stone and rippled the tide.

you frowned, squinting. “what…?”

he echoed something, not your words. his. like a song in reverse, all vowels and wet, blubbering sounds. then pointed to himself. “joost,” he said, tapping his chest. “joost.”

you blinked. “…right. you’re a ‘joost.’ great.”

he frowned like he half-understood and didn’t like how you said it. then pointed at you, expectant. waiting again. not demanding. just… open.

you hesitated. “you want… my name?” he didn’t understand the word, but the way he perked up told you enough. you gave it to him. reluctantly.

he tried to repeat it. failed. butchered it in the prettiest voice you’d ever heard, soft and strange and full of air, like the sound of wind catching a sail. you almost laughed. almost. you would’ve, if the situation weren’t so strange.

“okay, joost,” you said, sheathing your knife. “we’re not stabbing each other. good start.”

he tilted his head again. puzzled. you mimed it with your hands: no stabbing. he copied you clumsily, and something like a smile flickered at the corner of his mouth. it didn’t reach his eyes, but it was trying.

you looked at him properly now. fins behind his ears. scars across one shoulder, pale against his skin. the faint shimmer where light met water. dangerous. inhuman. but not hostile.

cautiously, you sat on a rock beside the tidepool. he mirrored you, upper body braced on the reef, tail curling in the water below. he moved differently in the water than above it. smoother. like he didn’t quite belong to gravity.

he traced a finger through the tide, then drew a spiral in the wet sand.

“…what does that mean?” you asked.

he pointed to it. then the horizon. then you.

you stared. “what, the ocean? whirlpool? shipwreck?”

he said nothing. just pointed again. spiral, sea, you.

you frowned. “a symbol?” you asked. “a warning?”

he didn’t react. didn’t correct you. just waited.

a strange idea bloomed in your mind. too strange to say aloud. but it grew anyway.

“you called me here.”

still no answer. but something in his expression shifted: the barest twitch of recognition.

the sun moved. the tide shifted. neither of you did.

he offered you a shell. it was sleek, pearlescent, ridged like a spiral echoing the one in the sand. he placed it in your palm and closed your fingers around it. his eyes never left yours. not unkind. not afraid.

you opened your mouth to ask. what it meant. what he meant. what he wanted from you. but then—

a screech. gulls. and a distant voice from your crew. a shout, cracked with worry.

“cap’n! that you?!”

joost flinched. eyes narrowing. the softness vanished. something colder moved in its place. his hand slipped from yours.

“wait—” you started, but he was already sliding back into the water, fast and fluid as a fish. gone before you could think. you scrambled to the reef’s edge, heart hammering.

“will i see you again?”

he looked back, just once. expression unreadable. then tapped two fingers to his lips and let the tide pull him under.

gone.

you stood there as the wind tugged at your coat, waves crashing below. the shell still in your hand, warm against your skin, humming faintly. like it knew your name.

you didn’t tell the crew what you saw. not about the spiral. not about the voice. not about the look in his eyes when he tried to give you a name.

but that night, standing at the stern, you whispered it anyway.

“joost.”

just to see if he’d come.

screams and cries and dies

[grapejuicestyless]

To Love, To Love, To Love

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Summery: You thought you were over him in every way possible, but you can never really kill feelings that strong.

His curls were soft between my fingers, knuckle deep in his hair, pulling out the tangles with each curl of my fingers.

He hummed appreciatively against my chest, his cheek pressed to my body, lips resting heavily between the valley of my breasts. I could feel each breath lingering on my skin, his lip balm smeared on my shirt, one he had bought for me the night before to match.

“They just threw away the entire plot line in the fourth movie, I don’t get it. It’s like everything that made the first three so good was completely ruined for the sake of some extra cash.” Harry mumbled tiredly, pointing at the tv with narrowed eyes.

“This company always does this, can you even be surprised? Every successful franchise always becomes a cash grab for them.”

Harry hummed, and the sound vibrated against my body. It was all so serene between us. A calm after a whirlwind of a few years.

Harry and I had been two wild dogs, chasing after each other’s tails, running in desperate circles yet we ran at the same pace, and we never figured out how to capture what we wanted.

So many nights had been spent crying over the boy, how my heart ached with affection for my best friend, how badly I needed him to want me. I began dressing better for him, and carrying around mints with the hope that maybe the next time I would see him, he would have me.

But I was a dog with a bird at his door, giving him something valuable to myself that it seemed he never wanted.

Harry did the same things. He’d been drowning in his love for his best friend for so long, aching pains in his bones from the waiting for me. He’d never wanted anything more, but the talking from strangers and advice from friends led us astray. How could the other love each other? How could our best friend develop feelings for us? It all seemed so impossible, and the tears drowned us until we flushed out, and our conversations ran dry.

Nobody tells you that even once you move on, those feelings never really leave. Even now, after years of silence that neither of us meant to keep, after we convinced ourselves we flushed away our devotion and joked about how blind we were, with his head on my chest now I feel especially warm in the familiar house.

You can fall out of love with people, but there will always be that lingering feeling of “what if.” A feeling that bubbles until the warmth returns and your situations draw you back into the storm like a riptide pulling you under. Part of me would always love Harry, only now I liked him much more to ever try and be in love with him again.

Silence is much worse than any rejection. The heartache of realizing you lost contact three months deep hurts much worse than any apology for not returning your feelings. It’s like a knife.

We’ve grown now, we’re older, we can control ourselves. We aren’t teenagers who run around kissing the people by the bars, we stay inside and don’t go looking for something that will someday find us. When I complain that I want to kiss someone, to be kissed, he raises his hand eagerly and smiles, declaring he wants to press his lips to mine. But it’s all a joke now, or that’s how I see it.

Maybe to him, it’s not. Maybe when we make jokes about being in love, about the songs he wrote for me in my wake and the tears I shed over him it’s because part of it is still true, maybe we just don’t believe it anymore. Harry once loved me just as hard and true as I once did for him. Though we may not be chasing after one another, I know that part of him still loves me too.

When we’re forty and single, we’ll get married, and we’ll laugh about how long it took us to get together, but for now he lays on my chest and makes fun of some old movies that seemed better when we were kids. He points out the bad green screen that we never caught when we were younger, and his laughter will echo through my bones.

And I’ll soak up every moment with him, because even if we never happened, at least I have him. At least we never became strangers.

[kaivenom]

Hi! Can i please request headcanons for the Trickster/Ji-Woon Hak with a Killer!Reader that is a siren/mermaid?

Killer!Reader was an opera singer in the 1860s before they were taken by the Entity and turned into a siren, now destined to lure victims to their deaths with her beautiful voice.

Ji-Woon Hak with a Siren!Killer!Reader HCS

A/N: first slasher request, i am so happy. Yipeeeeee.

Warnings: mentions of sex (it has a NSFW but is integrated on the text), a little mention of torture, vouyerism, knife play.

Masterlist

Being a k-pop superstar and a 1860 opera singer was a huge shock in music, that's what draw your attention to him.

Then, other killer warned you about Hak's hobby of killing people with llamative voices.

So you shuted up and evaded singing and somehow even talking next to him.

He for a moment started to believe that you were mute.

Then, on a special trial event, two killers were sent, you and him.

You waited next to the beach, ready to sing and drown those people (maybe eat them cause sirens do that things too)

Hak was supposed to be on the other corner of the map, but there he was, hidding on the bushes.

Your voice made his skin shiver, twitching a special place on his brain, seeing for the first time your siren form didn't help.

He felt like hipnotized, but not like the survivors, he felt like melting... but also furious cause he realized that you kept that from him.

His mind started to imagine scenarios of killing you, more like torturing cause somehow in the back of his mind, he didn't like to stop hearing your voice.

Ripping scale by scale all your tail, putting you on a salinized bath... everything to make you scream.

"Good show siren."

When the survivors died, he went out of his hiding spot and you were scared about what he could do.

All the way back to the base, he didn't try anything, and not for the next weeks.

Otherwise, on his mind, he spent those weeks unable to sleep, conflicted about his need of hearing your voice and th eneed of having you close.

He tried to get closer to you to help him decide, but it didn't get better, he now wanted to make you moan.

On a particular trial, he couldn't help it anymore and kissed you, while also pointing his knife at your stomach.

He doesn't know how to explain his feelings but somehow you started to get why he was so conflicted.

You started recording your voice on CD's for him to play while killing people, the moment you gave him the first one, he was sure that he loved you.

Your chants while he was sliding throats made him get on a ecstasy state, how would he kill you if you can make killing others even better?

He started to let you hear him sing, which since he is a killer doesn't do often, no other killer has heard him.

He even wrote a song about your killing skill, the lyrics were terrifying but it was cute.

Music is your most talked theme, of course, but he started trying to be interested on your previous life.

He is egotistical but not stupid, he knows that if you loose interest on him then you won't have value anymore and he would kill you, and he doesn't want that.

During sex, you both are the loudest ever, other killers complained about this.

There is just something about your moans that feel magical and harmonic, both of your most intimal sounds together.

He is just a big fun of being loud, even filming you both one time or another.

Putting the tape on replay with you on full volume, seeing himself making you cum and how you both moan at the same time, gets him hard pretty easily.

When he gets a little too violent, you proposed him to make little cuts on you.

He thought you were joking but as you pressed his knife against your chest and let out a little whimper, for the first time he tought he could kneel before someone.

After every cut, he has the need of licking the blood, in a some form of asking forgiveness, but also is a massive turn on.

Then, he decided to try the cuts himself, at some point both of you end up having knife play that ussually ends up in sex.

He loves to pinch the scales of your siren tail and lay on water with you, that's the time when he becomes a softie.

He discovers that the water makes him calm donw after a good killing, so he spents there as much time as you do there, always acompanying you on your baths.

He tried also to teach you how modern things work like MP3 or TV, and you told him about the techniques you studied for opera.

Despite the previous need of torturing you, with the time you both end up being the perfect match for killing for The Entity.

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I forgot to add Yandere. Yandere Alien!Class 1-A x Human!Reader.

Their little earthing~

A/n: sorry for the rush and wait. I wanted to get this done very quickly! But I didn't want you to wait as well! I hope you like it

You were jogging one night while walking your dog you always loved the night you always admired the night as a child you loved looking at the bright stars and picking up small animals and drawing notes about them, yea you were a weird one and still were you were humming the music in your headphones not able to be aware that something or someone was watching you from afar

You notice a convenience store ahead and decide to stop by and get you and your pet a midnight snack before heading home you open the door as the bell rings you walk over to the snack aisle grab as many snacks you can afford and exit out the store until you heard some someone struggling you went out to see what was happening but to your surprise and confusion you spotted a girl with short hair struggling with trying to put a gas pump in the car confused you went up to her and tapped her shoulder which shocked her a bit

"Uh, hello. Need any help?" The girl stared at you as if you were some sort of beauty but snapped out of it "Hello hu- I mean friend! I'm just tryna find out how to fill up a moving vehicle!" She said, smiling. Usually, you chucked a bit. "It's easy, you just-" You took the gas pump out of her hands and put it in the hole. "See, easy!" The girl was amazed at the cute human's intelligence. She hugged you very tight. "Thank you! Thank you! So much. It's getting dark. Would you like a ride home?" She said you were a bit hesitant at 1st about going into a stranger's car but she seems nice and polite and wouldn't do anything to hurt you your dog was big enough to attack someone so if she ever tries to harm either one of you you'll know what to do plus you got a taser and a pocket knife in case she does something

The 3 of you got into your car and drove home. Even tho it was 5 minutes away, you made sure she went the right way. "So where do you live?" "At **** *** street right up ahead," you pointed directly to the road. "Oh, you lived there too?" She said with a bit of excitement in her tone, you nodded in response, "I live three stories down with my friends!" She explains, "Oh, your friends live here too?" "Yeah, 18 of them! Well, in separate houses, tho!"

"Jeez, 6-7 in each house sounds must be chaotic." Your thoughts were interrupted when she stopped at your house and said, "We're here!" Looking at you intensely with a bright smile, "Oh...thanks, I appreciate it! I didn't get your name." "ochako, Ochako Uraraka!" She greeted me with a bright smile as you got you and your dog out of the car "I'm y/n! This is my Dog D/N" you said as the dog's tongue hung low while wagging their tail Ochako smiled "It was nice meeting you y/n maybe me and you can hang out sometime!" You nervously laughed at the offer, trying not to show discomfort. "Yeah..maybe we will have a gold night!" You waved as she drove off

"What a strange girl..." you thought as you entered your own home getting ready for bed

"Phew that was close.." Ochako said as she changed back into her true form, a pink alien with a skinny tail at the back. She crept towards the living room, heading up the creaky stairs slowly, not wanting to wake up her roommates. "What are you doing up?" A stern voice echoed throughout the halls; the girl scoffed as she saw one of her roommates, Tenya Iida, in light baby blue pajamas, his sleeping mask hand on the top of his forehead. "I just wanted to uh..get some snacks. That's all!" Ochako said trying to think up some sort of shitty excuse to throw at him

Tenya started to sniff around. "do I smell?.. were you hanging around with a human?!" Tenya's voice was higher and more serious while Ochako winced quickly, shushing him. "I needed help and they helped me! So let me lend them a ride no big deal!" Ochako protested, trying to reason with her friend, which made him sigh in irritation. "We are going to have a group meeting in the morning about this, but for now, go to bed..." he slowly went back into his room, shutting the door. Ochako felt bad, but at the same time, she kinda.. didn't regret it she felt determined to want to be your friend or if anything closer

The next day roams around. You were busy attending to your garden in your backyard. It wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It was the size of a kiddie pool. You were busy watering the flowers and picking off the berry bushes. You also took care of, "These would look good for some yummy desserts! And maybe jam!" You thought, drooling at the fantasy of the delicious dishes until some chewing snapped you out of it. You quickly turned to see a little white rabbit just munching away at your petunias. "Hey!" You yelled gently picking up the rabbit as he tried squirming away "the heck are you doing little theif?" You asked the furry culprit while it was trying to get away with a petunia in his mouth you were about to investigate more on the crime untill someone making noises like they're trying to signal a animal

There were 2 boys, one with brown hair and big lips, trying to comfort the other boy with peach skin with a rocky facial texture. The brown hair noticed you peeking out the back yard. "Oh, hello there! We were looking for a pet, a rabbit with white fur," the boy explained. You looked over to the bunny you were holding that looked the same description. The boy said, "Is this your rabbit?" You held up the rabbit high enough so they could see the worried boy was shocked and ran over and quickly grabbed him off your hands hugging and crying a bit "Thank you.." he managed to say as he poked at you smiling gracefully

"Heh it's no problem I just found him munching on my petunia little rascal" you teased at the rabbit while petting his fur the boy apologized repulsively as you quickly reassured him it was fine as the rabbit only ate two "I promise to pay you back my name is Koji, Koji Koda yours?" "I'm y/n! L/n" The two of you shook hands across the fence separating you. The brown hair, who was named Sato, came over and greeted you as well, and it was even nice of him to give you a slice of yummy cake as a greeting gift! Now lucky were you?

The two boys couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful and kind of you were, too. Then Koda wondered if you had any animals yourself while Sato was planning to bake something just for you!

Soon after you encounter most of your neighbors Denki invites you to a barbecue party along with his friends from, the other neighborhoods, and everyone I mean everyone greeted each other oh so even most gave you gifts all in their minds wondering about the same thing they just had to have you

Whenever you participate in a neighborhood event somehow your other neighbors like Mina, momo, and Jirou would want to join as well so will Yokoyama will tag along as well and they wouldn't even do the program just be too busy paying attention to you or to try and get your attention

Kirishima, Bakugo, and Ojiro would invite you to work with them in the nearby gym to watch you work out as they work out on their own they always compete to try and see who lifts the most trying to impress you or if you ever need help (you didn't) they'll try and do anything to smell your scent or find any excuse to touch you like holding your hands guiding you how you should lift a weight or bakugo and Ojiro wanting to spar box you when he's mainly just tackling you on the ground hands on your waist or your neck, and if you ever get any attention they'll do an abnormal glare at them signaling them to back the fuck off their little earthling

Momo would occasionally invite you to tea with just the two of you, and Koda would let his rabbit out on purpose in YOUR yard so he can have an excuse to go to your backyard and always excuse himself as in your wooden fence may has an entrance for animals for it, Sato and mochiko would invite you over to each other's house to go over to one house and you all bake together or have a baking competition

They all love their little human they plan to reveal their true intensity for you...someday tho maybe when they take you away but for now they work on protecting you with their lives