#and his attention made me come alive and made me feel a rush and excitement

[heauxvibez]

Dipsea 2

warning: smut (18+). I had to change my panties after typing this bad boi up..

You looked at your phone with a desperate whimper, the frustration of the sudden interruption running through you. You had just begun to sink into the sweet rhythm of it, and now, you were certain the app was worth every cent. There was no way you’d be left on a cliffhanger—not when the heat was already pooling deep in your pussy, and his words were making your body ache with need. No other free option would suffice. Joe had started this, and you were determined he’d be the one to finish it.

With a quick tap, you paid for the app, heart pounding, pussy throbbing as the screen shifted. You watched as all nine parts unlocked, the bright purple and orange hues of the app glowing softly against the darkened room. The colors pulsed much like the warmth building inside you, teasing you as you imagined what was coming next. You were ready to dive back into the sultry depths of Joe's voice, ready to be carried away again, this time with no interruptions.

With another quick tap, you clicked on part two of Watch, your excitement beaming as the screen transitioned to reveal a new silhouette of him. This time, the image was a stunning depiction of his back, his broad shoulders and sculpted muscles bathed in more hues of deep orange and violet that painted the app. The soft gradient colors traced the contours of his body, highlighting every curve and dip in his toned frame just as much as the last silhouette.

His hair and tattoo were the only contrast—bold, inky black curls outlined by thin, glowing lines of orange, the strands seeming to ripple with motion as if you could reach out and feel the soft waves between your fingers. The black tribal patterns were striking—precise and pristine. The lines were sharp, curves fluid, creating a seamless flow of ink that wrapped around the silhouette with an almost hypnotic grace. The design seemed alive, as if the artist had studied every inch of his form with care. Whoever had illustrated this masterpiece deserved a raise.

The silhouette cut off just above his lower back, but not before emphasizing the curve of his spine and the dimples that rested at the base, drawing your gaze down. The image lingered there, inviting you to the details and shadows that made him feel more magnetic. It was impossible to look away.

You pressed play and closed your eyes without hesitation, you were ready to fill your ears with his voice and your mind with his image.

"Now go ahead and play with that pussy for me, but take your time. I don't want our fun to end so soon," he commanded. It was the same line he had whispered at the end of part one, a teasing reminder that he knew exactly where you both had left off, pulling you right back into that state of arousal.

But this time, things were a bit different. Your panties, once tangled around your ankles, had now disappeared somewhere within the soft, silky sheets beneath you. Your fingers hovered above your clit, ready to obey him, knowing exactly where they were headed—into the same silky folds that ached for attention, craving the touch you’d been holding back from for too long.

You could already feel the tingling between your thighs, the way his voice alone had the power to make your body respond, your mind slipping into a haze of pleasure. Just as he’d asked, you were savoring every second, drawing out the pleasure because you both knew there was no rush. It was about indulgence—taking your time, sinking deeper into the sensations, and losing yourself completely.

Your middle finger drew light, teasing circles around your clit, barely grazing the sensitive nub. Despite the faint touch, you were already soaking wet, your juices slick against your skin, and you hadn’t even fully given in yet. A shaky breath escaped your lips as you imagined his eyes on you, the thought heating your skin even from a distance. You could picture the way he’d tilt his head back slightly, his eyes dark while lifting his hand to stroke his beard in that slow, menacing way he always did when he was gathering his thoughts. His fingers would glide over the coarse hairs, tracing the strong line of his jaw, and then move down toward his throat, his palm smoothing over his skin as if grooming himself in preparation.

You could hear the sound of him shifting in his seat, the sound of his body moving making your breath hitch. It was subtle, but you pretended as if it was an involuntary thrust, his horniness impossible to hide. You imagined his dick strained against the fabric of his tight bottoms, pressing insistently, desperate for relief.

"Just like that, sweetheart," he groaned. "Fuck, I can barely keep still over here," he chuckled, the sound rough and deep, making your body tingle in response.

"I can see you drippin' all the way from here," his voice purred through your earphones, carrying a teasing tone that vibrated in your ears.

"Those lips, glistening and glossy... all for me, right, baby?" you couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips. Your body responded before you could think, the words slipping out in a breathless whisper.

"Yes, daddy..." you murmured into the air, your toes curling with the rush that came from answering him. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke again,

"Good girl," he affirmed. "Now, can you slip those fingers inside for me? But tease yourself just like I would..." what he wanted from you, what he asked of you was so damn irresistible, and as your middle finger slid down your slick slit, you listened, teasing your entrance, tapping it lightly, just as he’d instructed. The teasing was unbearable, your body aching for more as your fingers played along your soaked folds.

"You're such a great listener, baby. Go ahead and slip those fingers in.."

"Whew, Jesus," you sighed, finally giving in as your middle and ring fingers slipped into you, the warm, tight sensation wrapping around your digits beautifully. Your palm brushed against your swollen clit, your body pulsing around your fingers. The friction was maddening, every stroke drawing you deeper.

You could hear his breath hitch in your ears, shaky and uneven, as he narrated your pleasure. "God damn if only you could see yourself right now," he groaned, "Your pussy taking in your fingers, going deep and curling against your g spot... Shit, you don’t know what you’re doing to me."

It was wild how his words were basically tailored to cater to your own pleasure. Every syllable felt like it was crafted just for you. His praise, the soft, commanding tone he used, was almost too much. You could hear every minor shift in his voice, the way he controlled each breath, making it deeper, huskier when the moment needed it. It wasn’t just the words—it was the way he wielded them, like a lover’s touch, knowing exactly when to soften, when to tease, when to push.

"Keep the pace slow,” he uttered, “I want you to enjoy and savor this. I want to enjoy and savor this. You know I love watching you fall apart in agony, knowing that you've been waiting to nut all night. Knowing that you're holding onto that nut just for me. Knowing you ain't gon nut until I say so."

“Fuck," you cursed as you slowed your movements, still doing as he says even though it felt torturous. Your finger slid in and out of you with agonizing slowness.

The contrast between the slow, teasing strokes and the need inside you made everything feel so much sweeter. It was as if his voice was in control of your body, holding your hand, pushing you just to the brink but never letting you tumble over. The slowness frustrated you, yet it pleased you so perfectly.

"Just like that, my love. In..." His voice purred as your fingers slipped deeply inside, "And out..." he continued, his words guiding you as you pulled them out slowly, feeling the slickness of your folds against your skin. "In..." You pushed your fingers back through your wet heat, your breath trembling. "And out..." you obeyed again, this time a soft moan escaping your lips as your fingers retreated, leaving you wanting more.

"Mmm, you hear that?" His voice was now getting lower, making your whole body shiver. You listened closely, the only sounds in the room now were his heavy, steady breathing in your ear and the unmistakable sound of your juices being pushed in and out of you. The wet, slick noise echoed throughout the room which did nothing but tighten the knot deep in your belly.

Your fingers moved with purpose, matching the slow, teasing pace he had set, the wetness coating your fingers making the motion smoother. You were getting closer to the edge.

"You ain't ever been this wet baby. I just know them fingers are drowning in that nectar of yours.." he murmured, with his words being slightly interrupted by throaty moans. The sounds of fabric rubbing made you think that he might be stroking himself through the barrier of his clothes, fueling the fantasy and pure delusion of him watching you.

"Aht, remember what I said? Keep that pace slow; I know you can take it..." His voice urges you to follow his demands despite the desperate need to cum.

"I can’t..." you whimpered, your voice breaking as your back arched in a sad attempt to increase the friction against your palm. The struggle to maintain the slowness was killing you. You were doing your best to follow his instructions, but he was too damn good at this erotic audio shit. It felt impossible to hold out much longer—his voice was relentless.

His breaths seemed to grow louder, more insistent, and his moans were becoming deeper and more profound. "Wrap your left hand around your throat, mhm," he instructed, "Make sure you grip it well. Just like I would when I'm holding you in place, keepin' you from runnin.'"

Your left hand moved slowly, trembling slightly as it glided up your body, feeling every shift in your skin. The vulnerability of the touch made you acutely aware of how fragile you were. Even the gentlest of touches at this moment felt like they would do you in.

"Just like that. Fuck, you're gonna come, ain’t you?" He questioned seductively, his voice was filled with a knowing confidence as if he could read your mind.

He laughly breathlessly, a sound of cockiness that made you want to reach through the phone and give him a light slap on the wrist for being such a know it all.

"Your breaths are gettin' shorter, your pussy’s gettin' wetter, and I can see those legs trembling, trying to stay open." You were stunned by how right he was, it was a perfect reflection of the torment yet pleasurable moment he was talking you through.

"Cum for me baby, cum for daddy," he whispered compelling your fingers to delve deep inside and your palm to press the perfect amount of pressure onto your clit. Your body quivered as your orgasm radiated from the top of your head to the tip of your toes and back up again like waves. Pure waves of euphoria that is. Waves that nearly shatter you into pure bliss.

Your back arched with each breathy word he spoke to you, “Keep going, sweetheart. Don’t stop. Don’t stop moving those fucking fingers,” he growled, his words were rough and delicious. Your fingers continued their relentless rhythm, pumping deep and steady. Your thighs tightened around your wrist, pulling you closer, your juices flowing freely into your palm, glistening with every stroke. Your pussy clung to your fingers with a needy grip, pulling them in as you withdrew, a constant dance between your walls and your digits.

Tears streamed freely from your eyes as your left hand stayed firm against your throat, the sensation of the choke making you lose your mind, while also serving as a grounding anchor. You couldn't quite tell if it was your own grip or his that held you captive. Physically, you knew it was your hand, but emotionally, this man had an undeniable hold on you, wrapping around your mind with his words, and his energy.

Your body gradually relaxed, the tension melting away after the breathtaking orgasm that had left you well…breathless. You had been holding air in your lungs, caught in the throes of pleasure, until his soothing voice gently pulled you back to reality.

“Breathe, baby,” he murmured, his sultry voice and slow, deep breaths filled your ears. You matched his rhythm, each inhale and exhale guiding you back to yourself. When you finally opened your eyes, which had felt closed for hours, you found yourself staring at the ceiling, still reeling from your release. You could hardly believe how powerful it had been. “That was good,” he chuckled, and the sound made you crack a small, satisfied smile.

“Mmm, now that I’ve watched, come over here so I can listen to you moan in daddy's ear.”

Click here to play "Listen" narrated by Joe, voiced by Roman Reigns.

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[g0thsoojin]

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[aajjks]

Destiny (m)

synopsis. You can’t say no to him, it’s his birthday after all.

warnings. söft yändērē, sïmp bëhävïöür, öbsëssîvë thoughts, öbsëssïön, hê ïs sö përsüäsïvë, ünhëälthy rëlätïönshïp, yändêrê jk 10x.

note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MAN I LOVE. please send asks for my jk’s, what do you love the most about jk? I love him, I hope you guys will love this as well, so what’s your answer going to be?

He just loves you so much.

Jungkook knows it’s unhealthy but he doesn’t care. You are everything to him, you’re his reason for everything, you’re the centre of his universe.

He wants to be with you forever, you’re both perfect for each other, God made you for him, and him for you.

Jungkook is a firm believer in destiny and he believes that you’re his destiny.

So that’s why he’s going to make you his tonight, forever.

You are nervous,

When it comes to your boyfriend you’re always tense.

You want to be happy, excited for your date tonight with him but all you feel is nervous, maybe it’s because you’re not sure about how he’s going to react to what you’re about to tell him.

Jungkook was always unpredictable.

As you sit right across him, you feel his eyes on you, you can’t really look at him without looking away, or playing with your nails. Your anxiety is rising through the roof.

Maybe you shouldn’t today, it’s his birthday after all, but it’s really now or never. Your courage is barely enough today, you’ll chicken out the next day.

“Baby? You okay?”

The feeling of his right tattooed hand on yours and his voice pulls you out of your inner dilemma, you blink twice, he looks so happy and beautiful. His eyes are filled with love for you, he looks at you like you’re his whole world.

And that scares you a little.

You nod to jungkook and he squeezes your hand again. “Just thinking about you, kook.” You reply, the night is so calm, the atmosphere is so peaceful yet Jungkook’s eyes don’t let you calm down.

“The food was so delicious right YN???? Also I ordered their top desert too, I hope you’ll enjoy it! I know we have my birthday cake too but I thought you should taste their special too, it’s so tasty I love it.”

“I am so happy I am spending my birthday with you YN.” The man gushes like a teen boy, never leaving your hand, “you know I love you a lot, so much.” He sighs like this is a dream he never wants to wake up from.

“You love me too right?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, why does he always ask you this question? His need to be reassured drives you insane sometimes, he knows the answer yet why?

“Of course.”

A huge smiles breaks out from his lips, his eyes crinkle so sweetly, his cheeks are almost red, your boyfriend blushes softly and giggles.

“Then, you’re going to love my surprise YN.”

Your furrow your brows.

“Actually Jungkook I need to tell- no YN. Not now please.” You close your mouth, anxiety rushes through you as you watch him stand up from the table, what is he doing?

You don’t get it, it’s his birthday yet he’s giving you a surprise? 

Your eyes follow his as you watch him walk closer to you and you are too focused on him to utter a word, he looks at you and halts his movement, looking at you with his deep brown orbs.

“B-Babe what are you doing??”

It’s all too quick, he’s on one knee, as he puts his hand into his pocket, and takes out a velvet black box. Your heartbeat is going crazy.

No no no!!!

“JUNGKOOK!- YN. Will you make me the luckiest man alive, will you marry me?”

You can’t breathe, it feels so suffocating suddenly, his words hit you like a brick, ringing repeatedly in your ears. You want to cry.

You didn’t want this, not right now.

You stare at him dumbfounded, your mouth feels too dry to say anything, Jungkook stares back at you with eagerness jumping in his eyes, they are sparkling so much.

You watch as he openes the box, the ring takes your attention away from him, it’s gorgeous, it’s too big.

It looks too expensive.

“YN do you see the ring? I had it custom made, do you see these stones? These are yours and mine birth stones, and the diamond is in the middle of them. Do you like it?”

You stand up, speechless, “J-Jungkook….” He doesn’t move from his position, “please say yes YN. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much, please fulfill my birthday wish and marry me.”

You feel so helpless right now, he’s making you feel so weak, the look in his eyes is too strong. He loves you so much.

“I’ll make you the happiest woman YN, I’ll always take care of you and love you unconditionally, please baby, marry me.”

Jungkook is quick to grab your hand. “Baby say something, you know you can’t say no, I won’t accept it, say yes, say yes to me.”

this is exactly why you don’t want to marry him.

“I…I…”

“Just one yes YN, I’ll do anything… please marry me.”

[kyutpudding]

#001

PURRFECT MATCH

-> SukunaxFemReader , TigerKunaxCatReader , TigerxHousecat , hybrid au , sukuna putty for reader, ooc kuna? , slight swearing, sfw , pet hybrids

📒:I'm not a professional/fulltime writer, I mostly simply just write for the fun of it. Any hate/critism is not necessary, be it towards me nor other tumblr users! Feel free to imagine how they actually look like as hybrids, I do not wish to limit other people's creativity. Story probably gonna suck and quite short but I appreciate the support and anticipation!! <3

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" meow "

" hmm she seems to be the best choice. "

" Are you sure? A H-tier or S-Tier would best suit another H-tier "

" ?? "

" does she not have the ability to speak? regardless I've made up my mind. I'm taking this one. "

" suit yourself. Don't come crawling back bawling your eyes out that I didn't warn ya "

" sure. "

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" hello little one, i'll be your new caretaker from now on "

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" hello owner-san "

The sound of the front door closing echoes through the mansion, as the man in black coat enters his abode after 3 months out of town. The case in his grip loosens as it meets the floor. A clean mansion, no blood, no rotting stench, strangely plenty of sunlight and most importantly the tiger was nowhere to be seen.

" Oh my lovely hybrids, your dear beloved owner has finally returned !! "

Silence...

A tiny head with soft h/c peeked through the corner , legs rushing towards your owner in excited as the bell on your collar jingles merrily (a/n : I'm so excited for christmas again).

Owner-san seemed taken aback at the fact the little kitty he brought home was still alive and your limbs were still intact. Though he couldnt deny getting greeted this way sure starts his day with a smile.

" o-oh hello y/n. Sorry for leaving you here alone with the big bad tiger as soon as i adopted you "—

" what did you say? "— owner-san sweat drops as he hears the annoyed growl of a certain tiger. Attempting to simply just shrug it off as nothing.

Sukuna's giant tail sways as he approaches reader, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, purring lowly as you simply just grin innocent towards Owner-san , it seems your attention is on the ugly man rather than your own mate which annoys him alot making him glare at the said man

Owner-san sweat drops and laughs nervously as he settled down in his comfy and safe abode with his certainly not dangerous adorable tiger hybrid and little housecat.

Owner-san observes as sukuna seems to be too handsy and clingy to you, the polar opposite of what he expected.

He still remember 3 months ago the very day he adopted you and immediately left you in this very mansion right infront of the sleeping tiger. Leaving the little kitty all by yourself, dumbfounded. BUT!! It was urgent matter and he DID left a note— to which kuna of course didn't see at first.

Sukuna remembers the contents of the note which made his blood boil.

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— dear my cute adorable tiger, sukuna :

Am going on a bussiness trip teehee :P , please take care of your new roomie! She's really cute and behaves well :D !!! Be sure to get along well Kay? Be back in 3 months maybe! Toodles :3

Sincerly ; your beloved owner.

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By the time he was done reading, the note was already crumpled up as he grits his teeth in anger all the while glaring the small portrait of the said man. Already planning a murder in the back of his head until—

The sound of glass shattering was heard from the living room, his ears perks at the sound as he grumbles, dragging his heavy feet towards the source. As he walks down the stair, his halted his steps and observes the tiny figure with fluffy tail and ears fidgeting around seemingly panic cleaning the mess that you cause ON ACCIDENT.

He can't blame you for not knowing your way around the huge mansion. You're just a kitty :(

Sukuna remembers it as clear as day how you were using your bare soft hands to carefully pick up the shards of glass of the vase that fell. It made him slightly curious, as he made his way to your crouched body towering over your back with his hugs build and his sharp gaze glaring through the back of your skull making u yelp, surprised as you turned around to greet an annoyed looking tiger.

" leave, before I change my mind. "—

" but I just got adopted...b-by him! "— you shakily pointed towards an portrait where owner-san's face seemed to be a unready as his wig was falling off. Sukuna simply scoffs as he grabs u by the back of your shirt ( an: he's strong guys don't worry no matter how chubby or petite u are, your weight felt lighter than a feather to him ) carrying you towards the front door making you thrash around

" Noooo!! Let me go! You bad kitty! "— an irk mark seemed to pop on his forehead as he dropped you, landing harshly on your bumb with a tiny oof :0 . — sukuna growls lowly, annoyed " don't call me that. " —as he walks towards the kitchen with angry steps. You huffed and scrambled to get up, following him curiously. " I'm y/n :D "— you greeted with a grin " I didn't ask nd I don't give a fuck " — making you pout slightly upset. Maybe you should have just stayed at the sanctuary in your small cage, though you would have stayed lonely once again.

You spent the rest of the months bugging and clinging to sukuna, who was your only companion in that spacious abode. He seemed to have soften quite alot and somehow started getting all touchy and clingy too! Does that mean you guys are best friends now? :3

Regardless sukuna seems to always randomly grab you when you're leaving his sight, or hugs you tightly whenever you sleep together! He must love cuddles as much as you do! Neat! <3 little did you know he's been secretly marking you and musking you with his scent, a clear sign of taking you as his cute little mate :3.

Which brings you back to the present ;

Sukuna grooming you with his huge tongue, licking your face down to your jaw after proudly telling or more like announcing to owner-san that you're now his cute mate. —Welp, atleast noone died and everyone is happy. Owner-san thought.

" oh! before I forget , let's go shop for new cat items for y/n !! "— he announced as he claps his hand gaining the attention of both felines. — " like what? " — sukuna scoffs. Which leads to an argument where sukuna demands that you simply just sleep with him in his huge bed (with a cage surrounding it ) just like how it's been for the past 3 months.

However owner-san makes it clear that you need your own space sometimes when youre moody and upset. It'd be uncomfortable to always be suffocated by a heavy weight every night or every time u try to take a nap, to which you can't deny as you simply paw at kuna's chest showing that you agree. Making the tiger grumble and grumpy. You're his mate! You should be cuddling with him all the time >:( !

Owner-san wonders what made his crazy ahh tiger so soft for this little kitty? Was it because you were forced to live next to each other for the past 3 months? Or was it because you both had something in common, which was you were both lonely. A tiger that had to live a big mansion and still sleeping in a big caged room for the sake of his own safety and others with noone else to talk to or bond with. On the other hand, an innocent cat locked in a cage at the sanctuary, which people passing by her and giving her short glances once in awhile but never adopted, nor do other hybrids try to approach her. Being the only one locked in a cage because they couldnt identify her trait level.

Maybe it's because both you and sukuna shared the same empty gaze, to which owner only realises now how sukuna's eyes seem to shine as he stares and picks on you, all the while the way your eyes twinkle gazing right back into his. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea afterall, leaving you here alone with sukuna. It was a risk to take, owner-san was expecting to be greeted with a bloodied tiger. Though the moment he saw you at the sanctuary, locked in a cage labeled as unidentified , something in him thought that you were the perfect match— which indeed was true infact you and sukuna was the most Purrfect match.

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To be continued? Maybe

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[kunasthiast]

Looting

Playing horror games is something you've always wanted to do. But, it's even more exciting to play with your husband, Sukuna. What could go wrong with your teamwork, right?

a/n: i had to cope so hard this time around hsdhsadsah iykyk!! also, i've been meaning to write a fluffy story like this T^T i think i've had enough angst as of the moment hshdsahda

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, Husband AU, Gamer AU Word Count: 666 All characters are of age.

“Oh my god, oh my god!! Honey, it’s fucking near me!” You frantically shouted as you’re in front of your computer screen pressing hard on the 'W' and 'SHIFT' button to run as fast as you can with your character to run away from the demon chasing you. 

Yup, as a horror enthusiast but easily scared woman, you have the nerve to invite and urge your husband to play with you. With your computers side by side with his table, you completely forgot you can just peek at his screen to see where he’s hiding from the demon (the one who is chasing you at the moment) since you’re too busy panicking.

Sukuna chuckled softly, casting a quick glance at your screen. “Where are you even going, baby?” he teased, amusement evident in his voice.

Ignoring his playful jab, you continued running around away from the demon. But as you found a temporary safe spot, Sukuna proposed a strategy change. “Let’s switch our hiding places. I think I can take it down from where you’re hiding,” he suggested.

“Uh-uh, no way. If I get out from here, that thing will find me again," you protested, your nerves still on edge.

“Relax, babe. It’s gone,” Sukuna reassured you with a laugh. “Why did you even drag me into this if you’re scared as shit, just come over here already!”

With a reluctant sigh, you hesitantly scanned the virtual surroundings before darting towards Sukuna's hiding place. “Fine,” you grumbled.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” He teased as he passes by your character, his character already heading towards where you had come from.

“Just stay safe, okay? I think it’s nearby,” You whispered as if the game is an audio-sensitive game when it’s not. Surely, if it is, your character should have already been dead since you’ve been screaming and whimpering for the past 30 minutes.

Sukuna continued to run with his character, “Aww, I love it when you worry for me, baby! Get’s me so hard any—FUCK!” But before he could finish his sentence, the demon unexpectedly cornered him, launching a surprise attack.

“I told you to be careful! Don’t leave me alone, honey!” You scolded with a pout as you watch his character get attacked by the demon. Sukuna only laughed at this, clearly unfazed by the demon now, “Ah, just finish me off already and come back here to revive me.”

With his character left barely alive by the demon, you quickly scanned the map to see if the demon is anywhere near your hiding place. Once you deemed it safe, you rushed to Sukuna’s character.

As you got to his place, you scooped up his inventory — he even has a LOT of medical aids, which something you completely lack of! He’s always been good at these kinds of games.

“Babe,” Sukuna softly called your attention.

“What? Is it coming?” You replied, still preoccupied looting his character.

“I said revive me, not rob me,” he said with a stifled laugh at you, clearly amused by your antics. This made your eyes widen and froze in embarrassment, momentarily stopping your looting spree. 

“Now, you’re on your own,” Sukuna teased as he laughed hard when he saw your reaction. Finding this completely adorable of you, he rolled his gaming chair closer to yours to plant a tender kiss on your cheeks.

You chuckled at Sukuna's playful antics, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement wash over you. Trying to stifle your laughter as you realized what you had done, you said, ”I got a little carried away."

Sukuna's laughter filled the room, the sound warm and infectious. "It's okay, baby," he said, his tone teasing. "Just remember, next time you need saving, I expect a little more teamwork and a little less looting."

You couldn't help but grin at his playful scolding, feeling a surge of affection for him. "Got it, Captain," you said, giving him a mock salute before turning your attention back to the game.

[pars-ley]

Title: Come Alive (part two) Pairing: Jackson Wang x f reader Summary: Having not heard from Jackson since he pretended to be your boyfriend to ward off unwanted attention, you try to push him out of your mind, that is until you run into him when you least expect it. Genre: Fake dating au / strangers to lovers au / heartbreak / angst / fluff / smut Rating: 15 (Nsfw-smut in future chapters) Warnings: some brief mild "friendly" threatening behaviour / foul language W/C: 2.2k Banner: @nixiecreates creating pure perfection. Beta: @seokgyuu thank you so much for you kind and encouraging words Tag list: @foofarny @kzokssb @galadrielthepsycho @sumzysworld @vminjackbaddie Notes: just a short chapter as I'm easing into the story that will unfold. I'm so excited. Please like, comment, reblog as it really helps!

"Can I get a medium latte and a slice of the lemon sponge, please?” You ask the barista, at the coffee shop around the corner from your apartment.

“Uh, sure, to have in or takeaway?” He responds with a bright smile, seeming slightly over the top.

“Have in, please.” 

He nods enthusiastically, “coming right up, tap when you're ready.” He points to the contactless card machine and rushes off to make your drink. “Swap with me.” He whispers to the other worker at the coffee machine, practically shoving him out of the way. Frowning, bewildered by his behaviour you shrug it off and make your payment before heading to the other end of the counter to wait for your order.

Taking a quick glance at the seating, you are pleased to see there are a few tables you can choose from, much to your relief. You need to get some work done and with your upstairs neighbours having renovations in their apartment, the noise there is almost impossible. So you came to your sanctuary, your favourite coffee shop with not only the best coffee, but most importantly, the best cakes. 

“Here you are.” The barista says with that same wide, slightly manic looking grin, as he hands you the tray. “Call me, anytime.” He whispers, but still loud enough for the people in the queue to hear, resulting in their quiet sniggers. You glance down at your order and see the scrawl of some numbers on your napkin and your face heats, only made worse by the fact you can feel so many eyes on you. Smiling awkwardly, you blurt out, “Sorry, I have a boyfriend,” before taking the tray and making a quick escape to your table by the window. 

Once seated you spin the cup to take a proper look at it.

The name ‘Lyle’ stares at you in bold, messy italics. Groaning to yourself, you turn the cup back back around and set your bag on the seat next to you, pulling out your laptop and hoping that the eyes you could still feel on you were only your imagination. 

You most definitely did not want to call him. Especially since you still haven't forgotten about Jackson. It has been a month since you met him at the club and you've had no text or call from him whatsoever and yet, he has crossed your mind more regularly than you would care to admit.

You shrug the thought away as you load up your work and dig into your cake, relishing the sharp lemon flavour of the sponge combined perfectly with the sweetness of the drizzled icing on top.

“Does this boyfriend have a name?” a voice beside your table startles you, your fork freezing in mid air while your mind races to come up with an answer for the persistent barista.

Glancing up at him, determined to continue your lie, you start, “l-” but stop when you see a familiar face smiling down at you. “Jackson?” you drop your fork and stand up to greet him. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses you lightly on the cheek, lingering a little too long for just a casual greeting. “It’s great to see you, y/n.”

You can’t help smiling up at him, your bodies almost pressed against each other and radiating intense heat between the tiny gap. 

“y/n?” Another voice sounds and a smiling face appears from behind him.

“Do I know you?” you wonder.

“No, no, sorry, I’m Mark, Jackson’s friend, but boy, have I heard a lot about you.” he grins.

Arching a brow you peer up at Jackson and note the faint flush of pink dusting across his cheeks and have to fight the amusement that tugs at your mouth. “Good things, I hope?”

“Oh, yes, very,” is all Mark responds, snapping his mouth shut when Jackson throws him a deathly glare. Biting your lip in an attempt to keep your excitement and amusement at bay and watch as Jackson turns your coffee cup towards him, looking at the numbers written there, “so, is this boyfriend real or did you need a fake one again?” 

The smirk that plays on his lips has your heart pounding against your ribcage, creating a tune just to serenade him with.

“I guess I could have really used your assistance again.” 

He laughs and then his eyes fall serious, seeming unsure of what he wanted to say.

“So still no boyfriend, huh?” Mark interrupts the silence, as he stares very obviously at Jackson.

You shrug, “nope, I seem to have this problem…” tapping your chin thoughtfully, “where guys don't call me.” 

Jackson groans and dips his head into his hands, “I know, I know, I was going to call, but then…” he hesitates, searching for the right words.

“He was being a little bitch about his ex,” Mark interrupts, “but, he's over that now, aren't you?” he scolds and you have to fight the urge to laugh.

“Yes, definitely.” Jackson responds staring intently at you, eyes burning through you and starting a surprisingly intense heat inside you. “I'm sorry, I should have at least sent a text.”

“Hey, if you're not ready, you're not ready, can't help meeting at shitty timing.” you smile graciously, trying to hide your disappointment and hoping you're succeeding.

“I'm ready, now,” he insists, stepping closer to you. “If I haven't blown my chance?”

Your heart hammers so loud in your chest, you can barely hear his words, but the resounding scream inside your head tells you what you've decided. “Why don't you message me and find out?”

He beams at you and nods, “yes, for sure.”

Your cheeks warm slightly and you have to break eye contact, if you want your brain to ever work normally again. Getting lost in his eyes is dangerously easy.

“Miss, are these guys bothering you?” A voice sounds next to you and your eyes drift slowly over following the sound. Who should it be? None other than Lyle, the barista. Thinking he's being a knight in shining armour, when in reality he's disturbing a moment you have hoped for since the night you met Jackson.

You bite your lip, as the awkwardness only continues to grow as you watch Lyle sneer at the two of them, it would almost be laughable if you weren't so disappointed by the interruption. 

Jackson glances slyly at you, a devilish smirk playing across his mouth and as if you can read his mind, you give him a sly wink.

Jackson steps towards him, glancing at the barista's badge, “Lyle, is it?”

He nods in response, suddenly seeming unsure of himself for butting in.

“I really appreciate the concern for my girlfriend, thank you for checking in on her and her well-being,” Jackson's hand lands on Lyle's shoulder, meant as a friendly gesture but you can tell it's also a warning by the firm grips he holds. He picks up your coffee cup and turns it towards Lyle, “and as you can gather, she won't be calling you. No hard feelings, right?”

Lyle shakes his head quickly, cheeks slightly pink and spins on his heels, making his way back behind the counter.

“Thank you.” You fight back a laugh. “you come to my rescue once again.” 

“Always happy to be your fake boyfriend.” he beams at you.

“Or,” Mark chimes in again, “you could just date each other, then you could be her real boyfriend.” He mimes bashing your head's together which would have made you laugh ordinarily but you're hyper focused on Jackson's reaction to that.

He fixes Mark with a hard stare before turning back to you. “I'm sorry, I'm really out of practice with dating.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I'll call you later today and we can arrange a date? I mean, if you'd like to, that is? I don't mean to assume.” His face flushes pink and you can't help but bite your lip from the sight.

“I would love to, but,” you pause just to torture him a little more, “why don't you give me your number this time, in case you chicken out again.”

He gives you a bashful grin before pulling out his phone, typing away and then returning it to his pocket. “Done.”

You feel your cell vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans. “Ok, then.”

Both smiling at eachother like idiots, you're interrupted by Mark once again, “ok, lovebirds, we better get going so we're not late for the game.”

“Game?” You wonder.

“Basketball, a group of us play every week.” Jackson glances down at his watch. “Shit, you're right.” He takes a step towards you, “sorry, I've got to go but I promise I'll call you tonight.”

You nod, excitement blooming like roses in your stomach but a small whisper in the back of your mind does not want to get your hopes up again.

His fingers gently clasp your hand, and pull it up to his mouth, he presses his lips to the back of your knuckles, an action that almost has you swooning but you manage to stay upright.

“Really great to meet you!” Mark calls, as he heads towards the exit, drawing people's eyes in your direction.

Jackson backs away without another word, glancing back at you until he's out the door and out of sight.

You sit down, feeling dazed, your hand feels cold where his lips touched your skin, burning them with the memory of the tender kiss. Opening up your laptop and attempting to focus on today's tasks proves difficult when all you can think about is the hopeful impending conversation you would have with him later.

Pulling out your phone, remembering that he'd messaged you, so you could save his number and you see the text. Your mouth stretches in Cheshire grin before you can stop it seeing his message:

Unknown: can't wait to speak later

Just that simple sentence had you giddy and feeling like a love sick idiot. You also couldn't wait till later. 

*

Signing out at 5pm on the dot, you pack away your work things now you are back home. The renovations were still ongoing, the noise reverberating through your apartment like wildfire, making plans in your head to go out for dinner, until your phone rings, halting all other thoughts.

You see Jackson's name on your screen, scrambling to answer it and taking a deep breath to quell the excitement before you speak.

“Well, this is a nice surprise.” you start, sounding a lot cooler than you feel.

His deep laughter vibrates your ear, sending delicious shivers down your spine. “There's no chickens here today, ma’am.”

You can't help but laugh at his reference to your earlier comment. “I can see that. Nice to hear from you. How was the game?”

Settling on your sofa, pulling you legs up to get cosy, you listen in. 

“Yea, good, my team won, of course.” 

How can his voice sound even more devastating over the phone? Every word drips with velvet.

“There's nothing wrong with your ego, is there?” you tease.

“Not when it comes to things I know I'm good at.”

“And I bet you're good at many things.” the words leave your mouth before you can stop them, hanging in the air thick and heavy, until he speaks.

“I guess you'll just have to stick around and find out.”

You hold in the squeal that's bursting to escape, as more loud bangs and drilling sound around you.

“What on earth is that sound?” He asks.

Letting out a frustrated sigh you explain about your neighbours and your plans to stay out this evening, hoping when you return the noise would have dissipated somewhat.

“If you're free tonight, why don't we have dinner?” He asks, sounding nervous for the first time today.

Biting your lip and grinning you nod frantically, “oh sorry,” you laugh, realising he can't see you, “I was nodding. I would love that.”

“Ok, great, I'll pick you up in half an hour?”

“Perfect.” Holy fuck, you need to get ready fast.

You text him your address and raid your wardrobe, opting for a black dress with flat shoes, something simple but classic so you would fit whatever type of restaurant you go to. Your hair is beyond saving, so you pull it up in a rough bun, which for once turns out great. You neaten the very minimal makeup you have on when your doorbell goes. Your heart hammers wildly in your chest, galloping like a horse that carries you to your front door. Pulling it open, your mind goes blank seeing him standing there all in black. A fitted black t-shirt, with black trousers and shoes, he looked devastating in such a simple ensemble.

“You look…” swallowing and trying to appear calm, “amazing.”

His answering smile almost floors you. “I was thinking the same thing, you look beautiful. And we match.”

Looking down at your outfit you can't help but laugh at the coincidence. 

“Are you ready to go?” He asks.

Nodding, you grab your bag and keys and lock up. His fingers entwine through yours and he searches your eyes for permission, smiling as you give his hand a reassuring squeeze. It feels nice, the simple action of your hands clasped together, natural and comfortable. Your usual first date nerves have evaporated, maybe it's because you've spent time with him already, maybe it's because you know what it's like to kiss him, or maybe he's just a good match for you. Only time will tell.

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Imagine Ellies hanging out with Dina and Jessie and they were whispering to each other and Ellie was like super confused until one of them says the woman at the bar is super hot and when Ellie turns to see who their looking at its Joel and reader. Ellie being shook af and turns to them like "I- That's my mom." And she ends up telling reader and Joel what happened when they went back home😂

It's illegal how much fun I had scribbling this🙃

It was one of the community evenings. Where everyone who wished could come for an evening of food, drinks, endless music, and dancing. It felt almost like a hive of bees. All buzzing together, all excited even if everyone worked amongst each other all the time as it was. But this was special. Seeing people like this after the outbreak was special. It felt so uplifting to witness so many smiles and to hear laughter.

Ellie had rushed out of the house before you and Joel. She was eager to see Dina well Jesse as well but Dina was the real reason Ellie even came for clothing advice to you. You were so happy for her. That teenager's excitement. The chance to mingle with people your age. You and Joel had talked about this many times. Late at night, in the comfort of your shared sheets. You both wanted nothing more than to give her at least a somewhat normal childhood. Ellie had her spark back and that was enough to ignite the fire that burnt within you two.

Ellie had been dancing with both of her friends for what felt like hours. She had slipped away with Dina for a bit. She wanted to kiss her but they only ended up holding hands. But that was enough to make Ellie go all red. Gosh, how much did she want to just run to you and tell you everything already? But she killed out the excitement for now trying to make her way back to her friends with three glasses of house lemonade in her hands.

She found Dina and Jesse almost pressed together as they whispered among themselves. A ping of jealousy ran down Ellie's back, she didn't like how close Jesse was to Dina. Even if there was nothing between them it still felt like she was already losing. Now even the fact that Dina had reassured Ellie that they were ex-lovers didn't make her feel any better.

"What are we gossiping about?", Ellie said sitting down the drinks, "Shhh...", Dina pulled Ellie by the hand, "Tell me that I am still alive", Jesse turned to the two of them pressing his fingers to the pulse point on his neck. Ellie rolled her eyes, still not understanding what all of this was about. "You two are unbelievable", "I wonder what you will say when you see her", Dina's words made Ellie even more confused. Was there another girl their age here that had caught her attention?

Ellie looked around the room but didn't see any super unfamiliar faces. "No, by the bar more to your left", Jessie guided his finger and Ellie followed the direction. Her brain turned off for a moment when she saw you laughing with your hand on your chest, a smug-looking Joel by your side. She was so going to bring that up to him, the male who never smiles my ass she thought. But you. No, they couldn't have been talking about you.

"I don't get it...", Ellie whispered, "El, the woman in the white shirt, long hair", so it was you. A weird tingle ran through her. "Shit, she's hot", Ellie snapped her head towards Jesse, "No, you will take that back", she said, feeling a weird sort of frustration building within her. "Well she is sexy bet she is good at...", Ellie stood up quickly, her palms came in contact with the boy's chest. Both Dina and Jesse looked confused as Ellie breathed heavily, "That's my mom, you sick-ass", the people around had turned to look but Ellie didn't quite send daggers.

You and Joel had noticed the whole thing as well. Joel rose first, telling you to stay behind as he approached the kids. "Is there a problem here?", he asked looking Jesse up and down as if he was planning all the ways to cause pain if he had by any chance hurt Ellie in a way. The boy only swallowed thickly. Of course, Jesse's words would mean nothing. So he didn't even try to explain. Ellie started at him still, Joel touched her shoulder and her head snapped to him. "No, but I want to go home", she mumbled turning around and walking towards you. Dina called out her name a couple of times but she didn't give the girl a second glance. Joel sent the two kids a warning look as he two turned around.

Ellie was walking ahead of you both. Huffing and puffing. You had asked Joel what had happened but he only shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, baby, what happened? Did someone upset you?", you called out just as Ellie was about to slip up the stairs. She stopped but said nothing. "El", Joel called out her name and she instantly turned to him. They were like one by now. The relationship they built was above this world. If anyone could get Ellie out of her head it was Joel.

"It's... They...", Ellie started as she walked back down and into the living room where you both stood. "I just didn't like what they said, well what Jesse said", Ellie admitted, lowering her head. "Did he insult you in any way?", you asked already frowning but Ellie shook your head. "He... said things about you", Ellie looked up to meet your confused eyes, "Me?", "He said you were hot and that you are probably good in bed but he didn't finish that part, that was what he was going to say and that is so not okay, you are my mom and...", she rammed on. You just sat there. Joel however was clenching his fists already. Glancing at the door, the thought of going back out there to teach that young duckling a lesson swirled in his brain.

But then your laugh filled the room and the two instantly looked at you. "Does that make me a milf?", you cackled, "This is not funny", Joel groaned, Ellie quickly nodded her head in agreement. "Oh come on you two. First of all, be proud your mom is hot. And second of all", you turned to Joel, "Are you serious about fighting a kid? I'm quite literally yours", talking his clenched fist you spread Joel's fingers apart so you could hold his hand.

"I just didn't like it", Ellie said, "I'm glad you stood up for me and that you defended your boundaries", you reached out for her and she instantly walked to sit by your side. It was silent for a moment until Joel smoke up, "Should have aimed for his teeth", "Joel...", you whined making Ellie let out a laugh. You shook your head, "What will I do with you two, huh?"

[itjazzbicch]

Reborn

Pairing:  Kenshi Takashi x Fem Reader 

Summary: Traumatized from all of the horrific sights the reader had seen while defending their timeline and facing Titan Shang Tsung, the reader decided to part ways with her fellow champions and Lui Kang, falling off the grid, but when she is found by her close friend, Kenshi, he offers her a new path in life, at first shutting her down, but his words sticking with her and giving her the motivation to find herself again...

Warnings: Kenshi Tower ending spoilers, The reader deals with some mental health issues, Jax is in this fic (colored purple) slight swearing (but that's about it!) The song used in this fic is listed below!

Word Count: 1.5k 

When I was chosen to be a champion, I thought that my life would excel and that I'd achieve things that I couldn't imagine, but as time progressed, I was put to the test. I passed and made it out alive, but I left with scars on my skin and in my mind.

We all had our lives to live. My friends stayed in touch with one another, but I isolated myself and practically fell off the face of the earth. It would be best if my former friends didn't know where I was and what I was doing.

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"She's here. I just have this feeling, Briggs."

"Well, I've never met her, so I'll trust your gut on this one-"

Sooner or later, someone was bound to come and find me. Kenshi, being the one to step up, and did not expect to see me in a nightclub, shocked to hear my singing:

"Now it's one more boy and it's one more line

(Holding on for your call)

Taking the pills just to pass the time

(I can never say no)

'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine

(Holding on for your call)

'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine

But maybe not tonight”

"She's a performer?" Briggs saw me on stage, dancing in a skimpy dress, the crowd of the club roaring; disbelief was all over Kenshi's face as he shook his head slowly:

"I never even knew that she could sing."

"It's a different kind of danger And the bells are ringing out And I'm calling for my mother As I pull the pillars down It's a different kind of danger And my feet are spinning around Never knew I was a dancer 'Til Delilah showed me how,"

Nothing was stopping me from singing, this being the one thing that made me feel alive, dancing, and finishing off:

"Too fast for freedom Sometimes it all falls down These chains never leave me I keep dragging them around Too fast for freedom Sometimes it all falls down These chains never leave me I keep dragging them around."

Posing then bowing as the crowd clapped and whistled at me, Kenshi was evident in the crowd, wearing sunglasses instead of that red band, but I knew him when I saw him. When my eyes locked on him, I could feel the tension as his attention was locked on me, too.

I didn't know who the guy with him was, but either way, it was time to get out of there.

"Give it up for our Queen, Y/N!" The DJ had to keep exciting the crowd, just my luck, but he wasn't in charge of this place, so I waved to the crowd again before slipping to the back.

Rushing to grab my stuff and my car keys, I knew Kenshi would try and find a way to me. Hoping security would do good at their job, I slipped out the back and heard from the darkness by my car:

"Since when did you sing?"

"Kenshi," I sighed, rolling my eyes and giving up on avoiding him, "I've always sung. Just never told anyone."

"Ah, well, you're good at it," Stepping out of the darkness with that guy, his tone showed his concern for me, "Just didn't expect to find you in a place like this-"

"Who's the guy?" I was standoff-ish with strangers, but I didn't sense any ill intentions from him as he stepped up and introduced himself:

"Jackson Briggs. Takashi and I now work for the OIA. We hoped to speak with you."

Offering his hand to me, I only stared, cocking my eyebrow at Kenshi, "OIA? What the hell is that?"

"The Outerworld Investigation Agency," Kenshi explained, "I'm sure you can puzzle the pieces together-"

"Yeah, and I decline," I spat quickly, my harshness leaving them silent; I rolled my eyes again as Kenshi only turned his head to Briggs, wanting to talk to me alone.

"Y/N," Now that we were alone, Kenshi wasn't going to leave till he got more answers, showing more concern for me, whispering, "We've all been worrying about you. Johnny, Kung Lao, Raiden, even Lord Lui Kang-"

"As you see, I'm fine," I didn't want to have this conversation, trying to shut it down, "It was nice seeing you, but-"

"Y/N-" More stern in his tone, he held me by the shoulders, trying to read me better, "Even I can see that something's wrong and how you changed so drastically. I know we went through a lot, but-"

"No, buts-" I whispered, my emotions starting to rise, "That stuff mentally screwed me, and I don't want to return to that life."

"Have you forgotten that you are a champion?" His words brought tears to my eyes, and I felt as if a fire was burning under me, a mixture of pressure and deep desires, "We're human, and our minds can be fragile, I get that, but you're strong, whether you believe it or not. The realms need you."

"I haven't forgotten," I whispered, giving false hope before crushing the motivation he tried to give me, "I haven't forgotten the pain that being a 'champion' has put me through. The realms don't need me."

The silence between us was eerie. I had him frozen in disbelief, hugging his stiff body and whispering before I walked away:

"I do appreciate the concern, but we all have different fates. I'm sorry if mine doesn't align with yours."

"Wait-" It was becoming difficult not to snap, but I had a soft spot for Kenshi, stopping and looking as he handed me a card, "Just in case you change your mind."

"Sure," I huffed sarcastically, finally escaping the situation, but it stuck with me.

I spent the next few nights wide awake, lost in thought, questioning my entire life. For some reason, Kenshi's words, "Have you forgotten that you are a champion," replayed in my head. Over and over.

Staring at his business card, I relived everything that I went through as a champion, and the one constant circled my mind. I never gave up. I faced death and overcame it, took down a Titan. The mental conflicts had me shaking.

The life I was living now wasn't meant for me; that was a fact that I could accept. Maybe Kenshi was right.

Laying back, holding that card close, for the first time since I parted ways with everyone, I felt some peace, knowing what I needed to do and what was right.

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"Hey, Takashi," It took a few more days to get myself together, but it was worth seeing the expression on Kenshi's face as his partner Jax brought me into his office, "Someone important is here to see you."

It was hard not to laugh at his hung jaw, giggling through my question, "You still want me to work with you, right?"

Kenshi's shocked expression turned into a small, relieved smile, "I'm glad you decided to come."

"We got a lot of work to do," Jax smiled at us, heading out the door and teasing Kenshi, "Make sure she knows how to do things right!"

"That won't be an issue," He chuckled, and when the door closed, I took Kenshi's hand and gave him a tight hug, confusing him for a moment, "The job's not that bad-"

"It's not that. It's just-; Thank you, Kenshi," I whispered. Kenshi realized what I had been feeling, returned my hug, and rubbed my back softly.

"I've been wanting to apologize to you. I knew that all the horrible things we went through were getting to your head, and I didn't do anything-"

Hearing him say that made me want to sob, but I shook it off, holding his head to mine, finally defeating the demons in my mind:

"You don't have to apologize for anything. That was a battle that only I could fight. Don't worry anymore, Kenshi. I finally remembered who I am."

Smiling more, he was happy for me and proud, "You're going to make a great agent, you know."

"From what I heard, you made quite a reputation for yourself here. I'll make sure to be even better," I teased, making us laugh, Kenshi teasing back:

"Did you go visit Johnny before you came here? You're sounding a little too cocky, just like him."

Laughing and shaking my head, I acknowledged, "No, but I need to go visit the guys."

"They'll be over the moon when you do. Just don't let Cage know that you can sing. He'll try to get you into the music business," He smirked, making me laugh, leaning over to his desk and then placing a badge in my hand, "Welcome to the team, Y/N."

Staring at the badge, I felt a true purpose in my life again, clenching it in my fist, being filled with a new kind of pride, my voice alone showing my newfound loyalty to Kenshi and the OIA, "I won't disappoint you and give you my all, Kenshi." 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

[greg-montgomery]

Ivy - Part 12

gif by: @hotch-girl <3

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

i'm a liar and a clown - this isn't the last part, this is mostly smut.

Warnings: this chapter is nsfw - 18+

also warning for um...condescending aaron? but he's sweet about it.

Minors DNI

Chapter summary: again...( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) lmfao

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You had expected the princess treatment to end sooner or later but it only kept getting worse.

Aaron had insisted on being the one to get your stuff from Sean’s house. And of course after bringing all your things home, there wasn’t even a discussion about where said things would go. Aaron’s place was the only right answer.

Not that you were complaining of course. He was gone for work most of the day, so living in his home – your home too, as he kept correcting you – gave you the opportunity to take in as much of him as possible.

It could be almost perfect, if it wasn’t for the thought of Sean eating you alive. You were waiting for that phone call, that message that he was finally ready to speak with you, every single day. And the more the time passed with no signal from him the more your feelings got unbearable.

It would take time to make peace with the fact that you and the man you loved were the villains in someone else’s story. You wanted Sean to forgive you, but you were well aware you also needed to forgive your own self in order to move on.

Part of you felt that maybe you deserved what you had gone through; that maybe being kidnapped was your punishment for being unfaithful to your ex-boyfriend.

Aaron would go crazy if you brought those thoughts to his attention, so you had chosen to stay quiet about it.

“What are you thinking about, honey?” he asked, pushing your hair back as he joined you on the couch.

“Nothing in particular.” You smiled.

“You know, I was thinking…”

“Yeah?” You raised your brow, intrigued.

“I never took you out for a date,” he said, his voice more melancholic than excited. “Never asked you out.”

“Well the circumstances weren’t ideal for something like this,” you said, in the same tone as his.

“I wanna do it. The first date, the flowers.”

“Aaron…” you laughed.

“I mean it. Y/N,” he se said, his voice turning serious, “Are you free tomorrow night? I would like to take you out to dinner.”

You gave him a sweet smile. “Yes, Aaron. I’m free and I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

This man had been inside you, and yet blushed like a tomato to you agreeing to go on a date with him.

--

He wanted it to be perfect.

That included your favorite flowers, his best suit, and of course him leaving the house for a few hours so he could come back when you were ready to pick you up for the date.

Aaron’s heart was racing as he rang the doorbell of his own house. He thought it was funny how the girl he was essentially living with, gave him butterflies as if he was a teenager picking up his prom date from her parents’ house.

You opened the door with a big smile, stealing his breath away.

I’m so in love with her, he thought.

He didn’t say it though – it would have been a terrible opening line for a first date.

“You look like a dream,” he chose to say instead.

Your shy smile made his heart flutter. Aaron was so mesmerized by you, he had almost forgotten to offer you the beautiful bouquet of flowers he was holding.

“Are those for me?” you asked, reminding him of it.

“Yes,” he rushed to reply, giving them to you. “I hope you like them.”

“They’re perfect. Thank you, Aaron.”

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A gentleman as always, Aaron opened every single door for you, pulled your chair out, and showered you with compliments. It felt good and had you wishing you had done everything in the correct order.

You chose not to dwell on it though, and focused on the conversation you were having with the sweet man at your table.

“And I had to wait in line for four hours. It was hell,” you groaned, letting your head fall back.

“Wait, when was this?” Aaron asked you.

“Three years ago. The day before New Year’s Eve,” you answered, sipping some of your red wine. “I’ll never forget that day.”

“Y/N, what time were you there?”

“What?”

“What time were you there?” he insisted.

“I don’t remember exactly but I was there at least an hour before the store had opened. I was desperate.”

“I was there too,” Aaron said.

“What?” you asked, the palms of your hands covering your mouth. “You were there at the same time?”

“Yes,” he laughed. “I was there an hour before the store opened. I thought it would be early enough.”

“Aaron,” you giggled. “We were there at the same time.”

“We were.” He smiled.

You reached out your hand to hold his. “Imagine how frustrated I was that I didn’t notice the sexiest man in the world waiting in line with me.”

Aaron’s smirk made you laugh again. He lifted your joined hands to kiss your knuckles. “You were always around, weren’t you?”

“I guess I was.” It was your turn to kiss his hand now. “Waiting for my prince charming.”

“I just wish-”

“We should stop that,” you interrupted him. “This is the way things are. You have me and I have you now. That’s all that matters. We’re only looking forward from now on.”

“You’re right, my love.”

--

“Well this is me,” you said with a shy smile, pointing at Aaron’s house.

“Hm…” he said, his one eyebrow lifted.

You looked up finding him staring at you with a handsome smirk. At that moment it truly felt like the end of a first date; the excitement of the possibility of sharing a ‘first kiss’ with that man, making your stomach turn in the best kind of way.

“Thanks for driving me home,” you grinned, and you could see he was holding back his laughter at your act.

“Of course.”

He was not going to make a move.

So you moved closer, swinging your purse left and right. “Good night, Aaron.”

“Good night, sweet girl.”

“No good night kiss?” You frowned.

“Good girls should not make offers like this,” he said, sternly. “I might take advantage of you.”

You closed the gap between your bodies, and grabbed his tie. “Oh Aaron, you have no clue how bad I want you to take advantage of me.”

Aaron chuckled and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from his tie. He made it rest on his shoulder as he pressed soft kisses on the inside of your arm. “You’re bold.”

“Aaron,” you said, in a tone that translated: let’s stop this game – I want you.

His large hands cupped your face through your hair and pulled you close enough that his nose was brushing against yours. “I like it when you get all needy for me. It’s cute.”

“It’s also painful.”

“Have I ever denied you anything? You’re gonna get everything you want, I promise.”

And with that, he kissed you with the passion and gentleness of a true first kiss.

--

Back in his bedroom, your fingers were playing with the zipper of his pants, the hardness you could feel and see underneath the fabric making you clench your thighs together for some relief.

You palmed him through his boxers and the groan he let out went through your entire body like a spark. You slowly lowered yourself on your knees, taking his trousers down with you.

The sight of his thick thighs was already making you drool, filling you with a strong urge to bite every single inch of his body. You placed your palms on them, running your hands up and down his hairy legs; your touches followed by small kisses, licks and bites.

“What are you doing?” he asked, amused.

“I’m enjoying you,” you answered.

His hand got lost in your hair, pulling it carefully to make you look up and into his eyes. “Honey,” he said, and it sounded like a request; an order.

“Sorry,” you smiled, leaving a last sweet kiss on the inside of his thigh. “Didn’t mean to neglect this part of you.”

Your opened mouthed kisses moved to his clothed cock, causing him to let out a heavy breath - deliciously close to a moan.

You hooked your fingers on the waistline of his boxers, carefully pulling them down, exposing his hard dick. The tip of it was just begging you to lick it, so that was what you did. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, leaving a few kisses down his length, before taking him into your mouth.

After a few minutes of having him inside, Aaron used his grip on your hair to push your head back. “Stop.”

You feared that there was something wrong, but Aaron’s next words made you realize that that wasn’t the case.

“Take your clothes off.”

Instinctively, you immediately did what he said. Not making a show out of it, but definitely taking your time, you took off your dress and your pretty underwear.

“Come here,” he said, when you were finally fully naked. His one hand moved between your legs, while the other traced patterns on the back of your neck.

“How does it feel down there?” he asked with fake concern; his middle finger brushing against your clit, and his touch light enough not to offer any actual relief.

“Hurts a little.” You pouted.

“You can play with it if you want,” he said, moving his finger in a slow circular motion. “While you suck me off. It’s okay,” he added, sweetly. “Just don’t get too distracted. Alright, baby?”

“Mhm.” You nodded and sank back to your knees. After Aaron’s touch you were burning for more, so you lost no time before moving your own hand between your legs, as your lips were once more wrapped around his cock.

He was right about the ‘distracted’ part. It was hard to stay concentrated when you were chasing your own orgasm but Aaron’s voice brought you back to your senses. “Focus, baby.”

You pulled him out of you for a moment, your split still connecting your lips with his cock, as you mumbled a sweet “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart. You’re doing so good,” he reassured you, his palm cupping your cheek. “You’re so pretty like this.”

His praise made you even more eager and soon you were choking on his dick, Aaron’s heavy breaths and moans satisfying you more than you could ever explain.

“I’m close,” he sighed. “Wanna cum on your tits.”

He didn’t need to say anything else, you straightened your back, still on your knees and pressed your breasts together so Aaron could finish on you. You could focus on his cock fucking his fist or the white liquid that was falling on you, but instead you chose to pay attention to his face. The expression of ultimate pleasure he had on him, the drops of sweat on his forehead that made it glisten and made you feel disgusting enough to wanna lick them away.

He looked like a god and all you wanted to do was stay on your knees for the rest of time, just for him.

Part 13

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After the strange incident with the children outside, Cecily gathered the courage to approach her father with an official request to allow them on a walk into town. She planned to approach him with greater resolve, but her determination waned after seeing the sullen state he was already in. 

“Will you ever allow us to leave?”

Lifting his eyes from the documents, Edmund expelled a sigh of exhaustion. “And if Elaine were to fall ill and then pass it to you and your brothers?”

“What if nothing happens? What if pollen makes her sneeze and that’s all?”

“You know I only do this for your safety. I don’t want to hear-”

“If we can’t go outside now, then when?” She interrupted him, her ascending to a high-pitched whine. “Soon?”

“I’ve answered you, Cecily. That’s the end of this.”

It didn’t take Cecily long after her father’s verdict to resume trying to wear down his stern exterior. Eventually, her occasional pleas became adamant and assertive. His refusals only agitated both of them. He didn’t feel the need to repeat and explain himself to a child, and she couldn’t stand being brushed aside. She wouldn’t take no for an answer - no matter how many she already received. 

“Why are you keeping us trapped here?” She cried while following him through the halls. 

Edmund’s eye twitched in irritation. “You aren’t trapped,” he lamented through clenched teeth.

“Elaine’s never left this house. She’s six! How is it fair? Alfred clears her for walks outside every time he visits, but you won’t listen! You don’t listen to what he says, and you don’t listen to what we want!” 

She walked in his wake as he entered the parlor, where Paul sat waiting for their scheduled discussion. Edmund, knowing Paul’s displeasure for children, tried to turn his daughter away, but she was relentless.

The decisive factor that diverted her from her tirade was Paul’s presence, which she swiftly used as an advantage. “What do you think, Mr. Day? Shouldn’t we be allowed out?”

Edmund shook his head and clicked his tongue at the young girl. “You are testing my patience. Don’t go bothering Paul, now. ”

“I agree with her, Sir.”

“Don’t call me-” Edmund paused in a moment of disbelief at his response and consideration of the fact that he did, actually, respond. 

Paul shrugged. “Your neighbors are whispering tales about this house being cursed. You’ve all been inside for far too long.” He went to great lengths to ignore Cecily’s smile fixed upon him. He realized he’d said too much and withdrew from the discussion. 

Edmund set his awe at Paul’s inclusion aside and returned his attention to his daughter. He convinced himself that keeping them inside for so long was for their safety and granted them enough knowledge and information that they wouldn’t want to leave. 

He thought of Elaine and her weak immune system, recalling her fits as a baby. He spent his nights by her bassinet while she cried for her mother who was too weak to cradle her. Then her mother and his beloved wife died, and he feared the sickness would take away his daughter, too.

Then he thought of Rosalyn and the promise he once made to her: Their children would live the lives they chose. He didn’t think the time would come so soon. They were still children… He wished Rosalyn had been there to make decisions with him, yet had she still been alive this particular decision wouldn’t burden them. 

A walk. Part of him felt guilty that that was all his children craved. A walk. He’d gone on more walks than he could imagine and had seen every corner of Windenburg from beside his parents, siblings, cousins, friends, aunts, and wife. His children longed for something so slight to him.

He considered it for the first time. A walk through town… That was all. 

He exhaled. “No one is to run off or walk too far ahead or behind. We do this together and we return home safe and sound. Should you behave, I’ll consider-.” 

Cecily didn't quite make out his exact words. A rush of excitement engulfed her when she realized his response was devoid of the word "No."

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Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter three: Win Lose or Draal (3/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Jim wins a new ally.

Word count: 1046

Warnings: nop

(Season 1 Episode 6)

Song?: Glory And Gore by Lorde

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Trollmarket was beautiful. The underground city was full of colorful lights, even with the market empty the place looked alive. Immediately, Y/n’s eyes found the heartstone. The gigantic cristal and it’s warmth light left her completely speechless, even made her forget, for a moment, the possibility of her brother dying.

“Where’s everyone?” Y/n asked. She was excited to meet Jim’s new friends and the creatures his book depicted.

“Probably waiting for the fight” explained Toby.

“Oh, right” she took her eyes from the heartstone and looked at her brother “Don’t worry if you die I’ll bring you back” she joked.

Jim gave her a half smile. They were both terrible at hiding their fear.

“Master Jim! Welco-ah! Witch” Blinky stopped mid greeting.

“Blinky! This is my sister Y/n!”

“Oh! My apologies, I must've confused her with someone else!”

“You know a lot of humans?” Y/n lifted her eyebrow confused.

“Oh…well” Blinky’s arms fell down to his side but he put them back up fast “Come on, master Jim. A…great warrior always…shows up in time…” he started pushing Jim to the hero’s forge.

At the forge all the trolls were already excited, filled with the rush of battle.

“Hey, I… I want you to have this” Jim gave a letter to Y/n and another to Toby.

“What’s this?” Asked Toby.

“It says everything I want to say”

“You promised me tacos”

“Now is not the time for lunch, Tobes” Jim scoffed.

“Last week, the three of us went for tacos. I paid. You said, ‘Next time on me’ You’re going to get this letter back unopened after the fight, and when you get back, we’ll get tacos”

“He’s right, Jim. You owe him tacos” Y/n smiled.

“Tacos sound good” Jim laughed.

—

“Draal, son of Kanjigar, son of Tarigar, Draal “the destroyer”, come forth.” Vendel, the white troll announced.

A spiky blue rock started rolling down a path, jumping in the air transforming into a big blue troll with six horns.

“That’s Draal?” Y/n whispered to Toby “He’s huge”

“Yeah” he sounded as worried as her.

“And now, Draal’s combatant, James Lake Jr, son of…Bar-bu-rah. Come forth human trollhunter”

The crowd started booig the second they saw Jim.

“Fight from your heart, Master Jim. It’s strong, stronger than any rock” screamed Blinky.

They close the arena and Blinky said quietly to himself “And certainly, stronger than mine”

But Y/n heard him.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.” she reassured “He has to”

Y/n could hear Toby, Aaaarrrgghh and Blinky speak but she couldn’t pay attention to anything they were saying, only the troll trying to kill his brother.

“And, I am Jim, son of Barbara and the amulet choose me”

The flying axes send Draal over the edge of the arena.

“Yes! He did it!” Celebrated Toby.

“It’s not over yet” explained Blinky.

“He has to finish the fight” completed Y/n without taking her eyes off her brother. She had studied the book all night alongside Jim. She knew what her brother had to do next, what the crowd was asking him to do next, they were screaming for death.

Jim grabbed his sword and Y/n closed her eyes. She couldn’t look at her brother killing someone.

Suddenly the crowd was booing again. Y/n opened her eyes and saw her brother standing next to Draal.

“Look, I may not have followed your rules, but neither did the amulet when it chose me. Right now, over our heads, changelings are in Arcadia..”

Fear and confusion filled the room.

Blinky and Toby ran to Jim before he could unveal the secret.

“What is he talking about?” Screamed Vendel.

“You’ll need a Trollhunter who doesn’t have to live in the shadows. This is a time to work together. They’re building the Killahead—“

“STOP! Say no more! We must leave this instant!” Blinky grabbed Jim by the arm.

“Killahead” Y/n repeated. The word left a metallic taste in her mouth.

—

“Oh, praise! You’re alive!” Toby hugged Jim like he would disappear

“And sore. Ease up” Jim chuckled

Aaarrrgghh and Blinky were called by Vendel before they could celebrate the trollhunter’s victory.

“He opened the letter” Y/n laughed.

“I can tell”

“I didn’t” Y/n smiled and gave Jim back the envelope “You can tell what you wrote if you want but I can’t read the words you thought would be your last message to me”

Jim took the letter and smiled back at her.

Y/n turned and started walking. The tears were escaping from her eyes and she didn’t want to be seen like that, especially now, when they were celebrating.

—

“Remember just a normal teenager and his older sister and their normal life” Jim said more to himself than to Y/n.

“Hi, mom. We’re back!" said Y/n while she took her jacket off. A shiver ran through her spine.

‘Strickler?’ She thought. The same uneasiness she felt when she met him was running through her spine again.

She walked behind her brother and saw that it wasn’t Strickler with her mother but a woman.

“In here. Jim, guess who brought tea?”

Jim stopped in front of the woman that was accompanying her mother. Y/n recognised fear flashing in her brother’s eyes but his face suddenly shifted back and started kicking Nomura out. Y/n wanted to stop his brother but Barbara passed out before she could do anything.

“Mom?” She ran to her mother.

“That speech was very moving” The woman left the table “Too bad she won’t remember it when she wakes up and find your body”

She grabbed Jim and threw him to the kitchen.

Y/n hug her mother trying to protect her from the fight.

“What’s going on?” She screamed.

“Go upstairs!” Jim told her sister.

“Jim I won’t …”

“Go!” He screamed while grabbing his backpack looking for the amulet.

She went and hid in the bathroom, her brother quickly joined her.

The troll whistled a song letting them know she was close.

“Not creepy at all” whispered Y/n.

“Yes! Thank you!” Jim grabbed the amulet from behind the mirror.

Before the troll could open the bathroom door someone grabbed her. Y/n and Jim shared a look and went out to investigate. In their backyard, Draal was fighting the troll.

“What are you doing here?” Screamed at the woman-troll.

“Delivering you pain again, Nomura” Draal answered, shielding Y/n and Jim “Do not touch the Trollhunter”

“Suddenly you’re honorable? Sorry to hear about daddy. Bular always liked the way he screamed”

The fight started again and quickly finished when Draal threw Nomura through the air.

“You were right”

“So, you’re not here to kill me?” Jim asked with his sword in his hand.

“Not kill. Protect” Draal looked at Y/n. She smiled at him.

Jim thanked the troll.

Draal quickly started to walk around the house looking for a place to stay.

“Since I can’t go back to trollmarker I’ll stay here, guard your home”

“I don’t think my mom would be down for that” said Jim.

Draal went downstairs to the basement. Eating a piece of coal and taking a couple more out of the heater he said “This is nice. Here I shall protect you, your witch and your fleshbag mother, Bar-bu-rah”

“What did you call me?” Y/n started walking up to him half confused and half offended. Why were the trolls calling her a witch?

Jim stopped his sister from fighting his new protector “Mmmh close enough” he laughed.

“Your mother will awaken soon. I protect. I don’t clean”

Y/n rolled her eyes and went upstairs along side Jim.

[fictionalmenxyn]

Summary: Y/n and Ghost grow a liking towards each other and after a mission they decide it’s best to tell each other how they feel. Do they both feel the same?

Tw: blood, guns, bombs, injury to Y/n, shooting enemies and pain to Y/n

Y/n Y/s/n, aka “Grim Reaper” was a skilled soldier, always ready for anything. Like Ghost she let to herself only saying what was needed. When she was assigned to go on a mission with Ghost, she felt glad to have him by her side as she recently taking a string liking to the cold yet man. He was the best of the best, and she was deep down nervous yet excited to work alongside him.

As they started the mission, everything was going according to plan. They fought their way through enemy territory, taking out every obstacle in their path. But then, as Y/n was walking through one of the alleyways in the area you heard something so you raised your gun and looked around. Seeing nothing you heard the same noise again, looking up you saw two men holding something but with the sun in your eyes you couldn’t see what it was. Covering the sun with the plan of your hands you could see what they were holding, a grenade. You aimed your gun and shot the two above. Then looking back down you someone running away then you heard a clinking noise.

Realising it was a hand grenade, you started to run but unfortunately for you it already fell off the small step it was slowly rolling on. Then in a split second it exploded. You muttered “fuck” then you heard muffling from the radio. Your ears were ringing so you couldn’t hear it well enough. As your hearing slowly started to come back you heard it was Ghost. He shouted “Reaper! How copy?!” You replied “alive but injured, I’m at west of the building in the alleyway, over” he replied “on my way stay put, keep your gun up and protect yourself. I’m on my way, out”

Once Ghost spotted you leaning against the wall holding your side as you hissed in pain; he immediately rushed to your side, he asked “can I pick you up?” You nodded and spoke “watch my side though” he nodded and gently picked you up. He spoke “Captain get the heli ready we are on our way back” and over the radio you heard Price speak “on it, we are at north of the building”. As he was running with you in his arms you saw in his eyes the worried yet anger he had. He wasn’t angry at you, he was angry he wasn’t there to stop this from happening. He looked down at you and spotted you already looking at him. He spoke “we are almost there, ok?” You nodded as he continued to run.

As you both got on the helicopter he sat you next to him and held a firm arm around your shoulder as you wrapped up some quick bandage to try and stop any more blood from spilling out. You felt safe, now Ghost was with you and he felt the same. Since you worked together a few times you broth grown closer together. Both had a bad past and wanted to do good in your life. You both were quiet and only said what was needed, sometimes similarities attract.

Getting off the helicopter he helped you out of it and towards the base. Walking through corridors and pasts many door you both had stopped outside of one in particular, Ghost’s room. He spoke “come on, let’s get you cleaned up, eh?” You nodded and you walked in after him. As you walked in you saw his room was quite bare. Nothing that you could make out his past or family. He had a few books on a shelf and some paper work on his desk. But somehow it made you feel at ease. Maybe it was the somewhat strong smell of his in the room. You couldn't help but feel grateful for Ghost's care and attention. He was a tough and silent man, but you could see the kindness in his eyes.

Walking out you saw he had grabbed another pillow and made his bed look comfy and ready to be laid in. He spoke “would you like to lay with me?” You smiled and spoke “yes” you walked over and laid on the bed with him. There was silence but it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable but rather relaxing and safe. Ghost broke the silence when he spoke “look, Reaper. I have been meaning to tell you something” you looked up at his brown eyes. You nodded for him to continue so he spoke “since meeting you and having a good connection I’ve been starting to take a liking to you. And it’s ok to tell me if you don’t like me or want to stay just friends but I want you to know that I like you” You smiled and spoke “honestly Ghost, since I first laid eyes on you I knew we weren’t going to just be friends. I like you too” he smirked under his mask and spoke “can I ask you something?” You nodded. He spoke “can I kiss you?” You smiled and spoke “of course” he lifted his mask to reveal the lower half of his face and kissed you. It was passionate and loving, you both enjoyed it. You both pulled away and you asked “so what are we?” He spoke “whatever you want to be, love” you smiled and whispered “then let’s be official” he spoke “then be it” you both kissed again. Pulling apart not wanting to but having to die to time and sleep. You were held closely to Ghost as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kept you and himself warm as you cuddled closely. Who knew two deadly and cold souls could find love in such place?

Hi! Sorry for not posting anything much. Really hope you enjoy this short story! Hope you had a good Easter too! Have a great day/night <3

Also a update on how my cod game is going. I am so bad at it 😂

Spoiler if you haven’t played it!

The amount of times I had to do the recon by fire and the violence and timing one omg! Idk why but it frustrated me but I got through them eventually 😂

But enough about me! Hope you all had a good Easter and have a good day/night!

[galactickle]

A Little Less Sixteen Candles and a Little More "Touch Me"

Chapter 4

Demetri Alexopoulos x reader

Summary: a very self-indulgent fic of what it would be like to date Demetri as Robby's sibling/Johnny's kid.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Masterlist

It was the night of Moon’s party and you were all dressed up in your favourite outfit, nothing too dressy but something that made you look good. 

“Wow,” Demetri said as you climbed into his car.

“What? Is it too much?” you look down self-consciously.

“No! No, you look great, amazing even, it's perfect,” he rushes. you blush at his words and lean in to give him a kiss. He sends you a cocky smile and starts the car. 

The party is alive soon as you get there, and before you know it, you’re dragging your boyfriend into the kitchen to grab drinks, excited to get a buzz on. Demetri gladly lets you pull him around the house, happy to finally show you off to the people who’ve bullied him his whole life, even if you spend a lot of the night whooping people's asses at beer pong. He's just happy to be seen with you. 

Later in the night, Kyler and his goon challenge you to an “all or nothing” game, where the losers have to drink a pint of beer each. You know they were thinking they could beat you, only they didn’t know you were a champ from your time at your old school and that they would be sore losers, so you accept their challenge with open arms.

While you and one of your girlfriends are kicking their asses, Demetri starts cheering you on, and this draws Hawk’s attention.

“They're never gonna get with you, if that's what you think is gonna happen,” Hawk says to Demetri, a cocky smirk taking over his features.

“Oh really?” Demetri raises a brow at him. 

“Y/N!” your boyfriend yells as you celebrate with your girlfriends over the victory.

You quickly turn to him and run over, looking between the two former friends “hey,” you say looking into your boyfriend's eyes all lovey, you're definitely starting to feel the alcohol coursing through your veins.

“Great game,” he says pressing a searing kiss to your lips. 

And you know what it's about, you're not stupid. But also you're a little drunk so you melt into him like putty.

“Seriously?” Hawk seethes.

You pull away to look at your former friend.

“Him, really?” he looks at you incredulously.

“Uh, yeah, last time I checked,” you look at your boyfriend then back at him.

“B-but he's a total nerd!”

“And you aren't?” you reply sharply.

“Well at least I’m not a pussy,” he says, grabbing a cup from a person walking by and pouring it over Demetri's head.

He taunted your boyfriend for a second as Demetri and you stood in shock from what had happened. When the two of you didn't make a move to retaliate Hawk harshly said, “that's what I thought” and turned away.

When he was gone you snapped out of your shock, suddenly fawning over your boyfriend, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Demetri said through clenched teeth.

“C’mon let's get you cleaned up a bit,” you say, dragging him to the bathroom.

The rest of the night, Demetri was quiet, thinking of ways to get back at Hawk.

“You can stay at my place tonight, I know your parents will probably freak out if you come home reeking like beer,” you suggest sniffing his shoulder slightly. You had moved back in with your mom when she got back from her “trip” with her “boyfriend” and you knew she wouldn't care if Demetri came over, she probably wouldn't even notice.

“Y/N! You're a genius! That's it!” the boy's eyes lit up as you finished talking. Suddenly he was running off towards the house, you following close behind to see what he meant. Immediately, he was up on a stage, microphone in hand, addressing a crowd of people.

“Oh no,” you quietly said to yourself.

And then your boyfriend was spilling Hawk’s deepest darkest secrets with the whole school, all while you stood in shock.

“You're a corpse!” It took Hawk stepping towards the stage for you to snap out of your stupor, running in front of him with Robby and the other Miyagi-dos hot on your heels as you defended Demetri. You didn't know what anyone was saying, still in shock by what was happening, but you weren't backing down

“Guys, stop, we're friends,” Moon interjects. But no one backs down. Just when the first punch was about to be thrown, a cop siren sounds. Instantaneously you turned around, grabbed Demetri’s hand, and ran through the woods.

“Why would you do that?!” you yell at your boyfriend while you drag him behind you as you run.

“He was being an asshole, to me and to you! I had to do something!”

“You realize what you just started, right?” you turn and look him dead in the eyes as you reach his car, parked a couple of streets away from Moon’s house.

He looks down at his feet, and you know he regrets it, so you don't press him any further.

“Let’s go,” you say, turning and getting in the car.

He drives you home in complete silence, the only thing breaking it being the quiet sound of the music on the radio. When he parks at your apartment you finally speak up “I’m not mad at you, you know?” you turn to him.

“Yeah, I know, you're just 'disappointed’.”

You laugh, “No, I’m not disappointed either, I get it. I get why you did it”

He finally turns to look at you and smiles, “You do?”

“Yeah,” you say softly, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “now come on, let's go inside.”

You practically drag him through your front door and into your room, immediately kissing him as you close the door.

Demetri is taken aback but is still totally into it

“I want you to show everyone I’m yours” you say to him darkly, unsure where this side of you is coming from. Maybe it was the way Hawk spoke to Demetri, telling him he wasn't good enough, or maybe it was the way all the guys stared at you at the party. Either way, you wanted him .

He nods rapidly and leads you to the bed, kissing you as he does so.

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The next morning you wake up to noise in the kitchen, which isn't a regular occurrence but you figure it was one of your mom's hook-ups trying to make a good impression.

And you were right, as you and Demetri tried to slip out of the house, you were held up in the kitchen.

“Morning!” a man said to you, then he looked at Demetri with an odd look.

“Morning!” Demetri replies, holding his hand out, “I’m-”

“Nope!” you slap Demetris's hand away.

Demetri had never met your dad and you never talked about him either, Demetri hadn't known if he was in the picture or not and thought that that man in the kitchen could've been him, and you knew this.

“Not my dad,” you say rudely, looking the man in the eyes as you opened the door and pulled Demetri down to his car.

“Sorry,” Demetri said sheepishly.

“It’s all good, just didn't want you freaking out for no reason” you smile back at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before he peels out of the driveway.

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Next part of Angels and Demons, please? Where did Gaz go??

Here you go

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When Gaz had went to his room, the first thing he did was go back to Alex. He informed him that he knew about the hall of mirrors and then he’d said that they couldn’t see each other, again.

Alex frowned. “I… why?”

Gaz bit his lip. “You were right. It’s too dangerous.” He murmured. “Thank you. For being willing to be my friend, anyway.” He leaned up and kissed his cheek, holding his sleeve, before shaking his head. “I’ll.. I’ll take the mirror home.”

Alex paused and then nodded. “Alright. I’m sorry it had to be this way.”

“Me too.” Gaz mumbled as he went back down and to his room. 

He’d realized, later, that he’d never found out what the sirens meant, or what had been going on. But, he’d decided not to dwell on it. His short lived friendship with Alex was over and it was best to move on.

Which, he tried to do. When Rodolfo woke up, he apologized and spent days with him, making sure his brother was okay. Rodolfo was fine, but he was retraumatized and it made Gaz feel so unbelievably guilty. That was his fault. If he hadn’t have left again, Rodolfo wouldn’t have went through that. 

Rodolfo tried to assure him that it wasn’t his fault, but Gaz knew it was. He’d been silly and stupid and naive, and it had gotten Rudy hurt. 

The guilt all but ate him alive. Even poor Soap seemed to be affected by it, as Gaz caught him constantly watching Rodolfo with worry. Of course he was…

Gaz stopped leaving the garden for any reason. Even to go to the markets when Rodolfo felt well enough to. Or, well, he tried not to go, but Soap and Rodolfo immediately got him up and dragged him out, anyway. “We meant don’t go near demons. You can still have fun and shop!” Soap huffed. 

Gaz sighed, but he agreed and let them drag him out, holding his wings around himself when they got there. Rodolfo apparently wanted more jewelry for his wings, treating himself.

Gaz had always loved the markets. Angels used technology and had made several advancements of their own in that regard but, they stayed traditional in some regards. As such, the markets still looked like they did millenia before. Wooden stalls with cloth to differentiate them between each other. Gaz perked up, able to smell warm sweets in the air, savory foods. 

Excitement filled him, washing away the guilt and sadness. Alright, his brothers did know how to cheer him up. Soap rushed off, coming back with sugarbuns and Gaz happily took his, biting into the warm bread and melting. It was soft and sweet and so delicious.

Rodolfo, himself, appeared to be doing better. He looked a lot lighter and he moved in his usual assured and light, graceful manner. Gaz followed close behind the two of them, looking at the stalls as they walked. Many were selling blades or bows, as those were important right now, but some were selling beautiful clothing, food, wing brushes and combs and then, the stall Rodolfo had them stop in front of was setting jewelry for their wings. Piercings and chains and cuffs. 

Soap fluttered his wings. “I’m going to take the plunge.” He grinned. “I’ve been wanting some for forever. I think I’m gonna do it.”

“It doesn’t hurt, Soap.” Rodolfo assured.

Gaz shook his head, mildly amused. “I… I don’t want to watch this. I’m going to go talk to the warriors that are resting here, see if any of them have any stories to tell.”

Rodolfo seemed hesitant. “Please don’t wander off…”

Gaz winced, guilt striking his heart. “I won’t, Rudy. I promise.” He touched Rodolfo’s arm before turning and leaving. He found a small group of warriors near a stall selling swords and so he went over, smiling. 

He caught the attention of one rather quickly. She was a woman, tall and strong, though not as tall as him. But, her presence was so commanding, she might as well have been. “Hello.” She smiled. “What is your name?”

“Gaz.” Gaz answered, flushing and shaking her hand when it was offered. “What’s yours?”

“Farah. Farah Karim.” The warrior answered, her hand resting on her blade when she was done. She was just in leather armor, for now, which made sense since she was in a market. They didn’t wear much heavy armor there.

Her name stuck out to Gaz. “Farah?” His mind went back to Alex, and the old friend he’d told him about, who’s name was also Farah. “That means happiness, right?”

“It does.” She smiled. “What does Gaz mean?”

“Oh, it means that the Virtues were too lazy to learn my name and made one up.” Gaz joked. “My real name is Kyle, but Gaz stuck. I was too shy to… tell them my real name.”

“Kyle as in John Price’s adopted son?” Farah blinked and Gaz blushed. He hated that his name was so known, especially in this market. Kyle was a fairly common name among humans but… not among angels, even as they adopted more human names for their children. “Where are the other two?” She chuckled. “I’ve been told that when one of you is about, the other two are usually close by.”

“Oh, Soap and Rodolfo are both getting new piercings on their wings.” Gaz nodded. “Well, Soap is. I don’t know about Rodolfo.”

“I see.” Farah nodded. “Rodolfo is the fallen warrior, right?”

Gaz nodded, perking up. “He is!”

Farah nodded and her expression grew grave. “I’ve heard tales of him. Naive angel got too close with demons.”

Gaz made a face. “It was more complicated than that.” He huffed, not meaning to come off as aggressive as he did. But, that was his brother! He wasn’t being naive, he was in love when that happened. Besides, that was in the past.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that. Do not worry, Gaz, I do not believe what they say. I have my own connections with demons, trust me.” Farah shrugged, sighing. “We do what we need to. To survive.”

Gaz paused and then curiosity got the better of him. “Do you know a demon named Alex? Or Alexei?”

Farah frowned “Yes, I do.”

Gaz hesitated. “I see…” He fidgeted. “He saved me. From a human attacking me.”

Farah nodded and smiled. “That’s Alex. He’s very noble.”

Gaz nodded, in agreement. “Yeah… I wanted to be friends with him but… it just wasn’t possible.”

“Ah.” Farah sighed. “Times are difficult right now. Friendships are being broken, as well as allyships. I… I will say. Alex is a good friend. He’s honorable and he’s kind. He would never choose to harm you.”

Gaz blushed. “Yeah…” He knew she was likely right. Alex wasn’t the worry. His friends were. “I don’t think Angels can be friends with demons. I just don’t think it ends well.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” Farah frowned. “Alex and I have been friends for many years, and once this war is over, I think we will be friends for many more.”

Gaz blinked. “But… we’re natural enemies. Things don’t work out between us. Demons are evil.”

Farah laughed. “Oh, you sweet thing… Why do you think that? Yes, it is a fact that many demons and angels find themselves as enemies, but we are not naturally predetermined to be enemies. No more than human and fae are, anyway. Egos and… power complexes get between us. Nothing more. And Demons are only evil because we don’t share their values. Most of them consider us some form of evil.”

Gaz could feel the beginnings of conflict in his mind. He thought over Farah’s words. “But… the two demons that hurt my brother-”

“Was that not an accident?” Farah tilted her head. “From what I’ve heard, it was.”

“It was an accident.” Gaz nodded. “But, it was because of their carelessness and selfishness that it happened.”

“Last I checked, careless and selfish are not synonyms for evil, my dear.” She murmured. “Besides, the demons help us in our battles. They would not do that if they were not… slightly good. Or at least, on our side.”

Gaz went quiet, trying hard to process her words. His brain just couldn’t wrap his head around this. It felt like every time he finally figured this out, something new was throwing a conflicting opinion into the ring, causing him to spiral. “You don’t think demons are evil?”

“Not inherently. Not as a whole.” Farah shook her head. “Certainly not Alex.”

“What of Valeria and Alejandro? Do you think they are evil?” Gaz looked at Farah, fidgeting. 

Farah considered. “I have not met them many times. But… they strike me as… deeply regretful demons. I was led to believe they’d made a huge mistake in their past and it led to them losing something very dear and valuable to them. Every action shows that.” She smiled. “Can I give you some advice, Gaz?”

Gaz paused and then nodded, slightly. “Okay…”

“Formulate your own opinions, and listen to others. But remember, not everything is clear when you look at it. We don’t get handed every detail on a silver platter. Okay? So when you examine something, sometimes, it’s best to look in every crevice.” She smiled and then flicked her hand, a small slip of white paper appearing between her fingers. “My phone number. If you need anything.”

Gaz blushed dark and accepted it, pocketing the little slip of paper. “Thank you. And I will… try to heed your advice.”

“Oh, and do please stop getting into trouble. Your father is quite tired of it.” She laughed. 

Gaz’s eyes widened. “You know about that??”

“Most of us do.” She nodded. “You’re a sweet, curious little thing. Your father adores you. But he does wish you’d be more careful.”

Gaz softened and relaxed, thinking of Price. He should spend some time with him, since he hadn’t lately. “Thank you, Farah.”

“Of course.” She bowed her head before leaving to rejoin her group, who were all laughing about something, which she promptly joined in laughing at when she was filled in.

He shook his head, turning and going to find his brothers again. Rodolfo and Soap were still at the previous stall and Soap was marveling over two new piercings in his wings. “They really didn’t hurt!” He grinned when Gaz came near, fluttering his wings.

Rodolfo laughed. “I told you!” He smiled. He didn’t have any new of his own, from what Gaz could see, but he did have a large bag, which Gaz assumed had new piercings. “Where did you go?”

“Well, I told you I was going to talk to the soldiers and I did. I met a wonderful woman by the name of Farah Karim.” Gaz decided to leave the details of their conversation to a minimum. “We mostly just talked about the conflicts.”

Soap looked around. “Are they still here?”

“No,” Gaz chuckled, knowing why Soap was asking. Despite being a fallen warrior, he had a thing for them. Or maybe it was because of that fact. “They were leaving when I came back.”

“Damnit.” Soap huffed and shook his head. “Oh well. Next time.” He did pout and Gaz thought that was funny. 

Gaz smiled. “Can we go home, now? I wanted to see if Price wanted to do something together.” He also noticed that Rodolfo was holding his side and making an uncomfortable face. Soap glanced over and then nodded, and Rodolfo did as well.

So, they went back to the Garden.

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Gaz had found Price in the library, so he leaned across the back of the couch, looking at his book over his shoulder. He had no doubt it was something boring that only much older angels would enjoy. “Hello, Price!”

“Hello, Gaz.” Price chuckled. “I’m surprised to see you in the library, today. I thought Soap and Rodolfo made the resolve to take you out.”

“They did.” Gaz nodded and stood straight, looking around the library. It was massive, with vines that crawled over the shelves and lights in the top that let in plenty of light. Gaz loved the library, looking around. “But, we came back. Rodolfo is resting.” He noticed Price’s face frown with concern. “He’s alright, do not worry. Just… a little worn out. Soap is attending to him.”

“Good. I am glad that you three take care of each other like you do.” Price relaxed. “Well, then to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

“Well, we haven’t spent much time together, lately!” Gaz went around the couch, sitting by him. “You are my father and I miss you.”

Price chuckled. “My apologies, Gaz. You are usually busy with your brothers.”

“I am…” Gaz nodded. “But I’m not, now!”

“Alright.” Price closed his book and set it to the side. Gaz took that as a sign he had Price’s full attention, so he got back up, grinning when Price did the same.

They went to a small beach that was at the farthest end of the Garden. Gaz loved the beach. He liked to dig his feet in the sand and feel the water wash up over him. Price found some skipping stones for them, rather quickly, and so Gaz set to skipping them across the water.

Price was much more skilled at the art than he was, able to skip his six or seven times every single stone, where Gaz was lucky to get maybe three. The longest he could remember his father skipping a stone was 16, but he had a suspicion that his father may manipulated that one. “What have you and your brothers been up?” Price asked, after a bit of silence.

Gaz shrugged. “Not much.” He lied. “Soap continues to cause mischief, and I continue to get into trouble. Rodolfo continues to save our asses.”

“That’s my boys.” Price nodded. “You three went to the market today, I heard.”

“Yes, we did! Soap finally got some piercings and I met a warrior named Farah Karim.”

“Ah, yes. Captain Karim. She’s one of my best soldiers.” Price nodded, smiling. “Wonderful fighter.”

“I didn’t know she was a Captain…” Gaz furrowed his brows, surprised. “She didn’t tell me.”

“She’s not boastful. I’m not surprised. There would have been no benefit in telling you, and no consequence to not telling you.” Price shrugged. “Therefore, she wouldn’t have told you. What did you two talk about?”

Gaz hesitated. Well, his father didn’t know about Alex, so he doubted he could get in trouble. “Demons…”

Price frowned. “Why were you discussing Demons?”

“I… I was wondering if she thought they were all bad.” He admitted, skipping a stone. “I just wanted to know, since she mentioned knowing a few after saying she knew who Rodolfo was.”

Price nodded. “What conclusion did you form?”

“I… didn’t.” Gaz sighed, his shoulders dropping. “I think I left it more confused than I entered it.”

“That’s because it’s not a simple issue.” His father nodded. “I remember when Angels were top of the order. It went us, humans, fae, then demons. However, as we’ve progressed, the scales have evened more. This war has set us all as equals.” He sighed. “What do you think makes Demons ‘bad’?”

Gaz frowned and then considered. “They don’t consider life as sacred as us.” He admitted. 

“No.” His father shook his head. “They don’t consider our lives as sacred as we do. They consider their own life to be just as sacred. We don’t particularly consider their lives as sacred, either, do we?”

Gaz supposed his father had a point. “Okay… They’re violent.”

“I don’t think they’d consider themselves violent.” Price shrugged. “Yes, many of their activities set them as… aggressive in nature. They like fighting more than we do, but they are also more energetic than we are. They have more to burn off.”

Gaz fluttered his wings. This was not making him less confused. He groaned and sat on the sand. “This isn’t helping!”

“No, I don’t think it is.” Price laughed and agreed, sitting by him. “My point is that they’re only evil because their values clash with our own.”

“I thought you didn’t like demons, though.” Gaz furrowed his brows.

“No. I don’t. But, I don’t think they’re evil. I do think they will take their opportunities to bring us down once this is over and the only reason they help us is because they know if the humans defeat us, they’re next. But… I do not believe they’re evil.” Price shrugged. “Regardless, I cannot make your opinions. As much as I’d like to. I think it would make some things easier.”

Gaz chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t think I can even make my opinions. I have too many conflicting words in my head, swirling around like a bad tea.”

“Tell me some of them.” Price nodded. “I will help you try to sort them.”

Gaz considered. “Well… Rodolfo is insistent demons are evil. And so is Soap. But, Farah thinks they’re perfectly alright. And now you’re telling me that they’re not evil, but they’re not good, either.”

Price sighed. “Rodolfo… I see him as my own son. But… he has a way of letting emotions rule his actions. Remember, that most of his opinions on demons come from a very intimate place of hurt. He was hurt by two demons. Destroyed by them. Soap… his opinions come from Rodolfo.”

Gaz furrowed his brows. For a brief moment, he considered telling his father everything. But, he still knew that wasn’t the best idea. “I guess… Thank you. You helped, kind of.” He nodded. “Well, more than anyone else has managed.”

Price smiled. “That’s my job. To guide you three. Well… I’m glad you decided to spend time with me, today. I have some… unfortunate news.”

Gaz blinked and frowned. “What is it??” He sat up, quickly.

“I have to leave. It’ll be for a few weeks.” Price sighed. “I would take you three with me, but it’s to a heavy battle area and-”

“It’s not safe.” Gaz completed, dropping his shoulders. “It’s alright, I understand…” He nodded. “Rodolfo and Soap will, as well.”

“That’s why Farah’s unit is here.” Price continued. “She will be here to watch over you three and the Garden in my absence. Will you be alright while I’m gone?”

“Of course.” Gaz nodded and smiled. “You’ll call frequently, right?”

“As frequent as I can manage.” Price promised. He then let out a breath and relaxed. “I leave, tomorrow.” 

“I understand.” Gaz nodded. “I will see you off.”

“Of course. Thank you.” Price pat his arm before sighing. “Come on, kid. Let’s go inside.”

“Yes, sir.” Gaz laughed and stood, starting to walk back with him. 

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Rodolfo’s hands shook as he held the bowl of water in his hands. He’d taken it directly from the fountain outside and he’d done the ritual to perfection. He needed one of his smaller feathers, two rose petals, and a small amount of dandelion’s milk. He’d mixed them into the water, afterwards, and now here he was, whispering a prayer. 

Guide my soul, not my flesh, do not leave me bound to physical location. 

The water started to shimmer and so he sipped from the bowl, closing his eyes. When the water was gone, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes again. “I wish to see Valeria and Alejandro.”

His whole body started to tingle and he made an uncomfortable sound, not liking the sensation. He never had. He closed his eyes when black clouded his vision and then he was slumping over, hitting his bed.

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👫 for a scene with a parent Sia!

Thank you Chimera 🥰 This one feels like a mess but I'm posting it anyway because it's close to my heart. Teen Sia learning how to bard.

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“I hate recitals,” moaned Dan. “They just sit there and clap like this.” She tapped her fingertips to her palm and put on a hilarious cross-eyed insipid face that made Siavash double up giggling.

Sia loved recitals, but he decided that wasn’t the thing to say to Dan, whose relationship with the violin was like an epic battle of archenemies. “Don’t be nervous,” he chided, leaning his shoulder into hers playfully. “It’ll be fine.”

“I can’t believe Ms Lightfoot let you get away with wearing that. Old Vrock Face must be in a good mood or something.”

The dress code was white shirt, black trousers. He wouldn’t be caught dead.

But whatever the reason, he’d take what he could get. A not-yelled-at day was a good day.

And better yet it wasn’t likely his father would manage to squeeze the recital into his schedule this evening between the gala rehearsal and Leila’s piano lessons. Thank Desna.

When it was his turn, he kept his eyes down as he took a seat on the stool in front of the school hall and tuned his guitar, butterflies tickling in his stomach because he knew he was going to kill it, but also because Doran Mirani might be there and the prospect filled him with a volatile, sparking alchemist’s mixture of excitement and dread.

Ms Lightfoot gave him a suspiciously bright nod from the wings. At last he dared to glance up at the small audience of parents on their folding chairs.

Oh no.

There he was. You couldn’t miss him. A soft multicolored hat angled to one side of his head, a purple scarf knotted at his throat and a brightly embroidered vest laced over his tunic. He gave his son an encouraging smile.

His fingers froze on the strings.

In the silence that followed, Ms Lightfoot bustled over with an ingratiating simper to adjust the height of his music stand and ruffle the pages of the sheet music.

Desperate he searched for an escape route in the wings. Dan was standing there fake-clapping and crossing her eyes. It did cheer him up. Biting his lip against a laugh he dipped his head to hide behind his hair.

Deep breath. He could do this.

The strings taut against his calloused fingertips seemed to say, It’ll be fine.

And as soon as he began to play it all fell away. Soft notes at first, barely brushing the strings, the lead-in an invitation like a pleasant half-formed thought, drawing them in, until he felt more than heard the hush that fell over the hall.

Their attention is what did it. The storm of butterflies in his stomach exploded. A rush of tingling warmth surged into his hands and poured out through them into the music and resonated with it so that the more he played the more rapt they became and the more rapt they became the more the music came alive.

On the edge of his vision Vrock Face was in the wings furiously making the cut-off-your-own-head gesture to stop him.

Oops.

At the end of the song he didn’t wait for applause—which was not so insipid this time—to run for the wings and bury his burning face in Dan’s surprised shoulder.

“You used magic—how dare you—” Vrock Face was livid.

“I didn’t me-ean to!” Oh gods his voice broke.

“Sia, let’s go.” His father, already backstage and reaching for him. “My apologies. I would stay longer but the orchestra, you know.”

“Of course, of course, Mr Mirani, it’s an honor to have such a distinguished musician with us this evening…” Vrock Face stuttered.

Soon they were outside, taking the quayside route home, Siavash gripping his guitar case white-knuckled and striding in that angry teenage way that he hoped would discourage the Talk he had coming.

All his dad said was, “I think you need a new guitar teacher.”

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

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I recently came across your stories and really like all of them,and have made me a bit happier. If it's alright can I request a rui x blind male reader who is,like your second douma story is undernourished because he can't find his way into civilization,if he does,they trick him into getting lost. He has short light red hair green eyes.his name is shao and he's shy,doesn't trust people for obvious reasons.it's ok if not,just asking...!

(I’m so glad that my stories are able to make you happy! I didn’t know if you wanted vore or not, but since all my Demon Slayer stories have vore I decided to include it. Plus my friend helped me with that. However , I decided to make Rui a teenager so I would feel more comfortable with it. In my AU, child demons can mature and grow. They stop growing physically when they reach adulthood. So yeah. Rui’s a teen in this fic. I hope you enjoy it!)

Lost and Found

(A Rui Soft Vore Fanfic)

Warnings: Malnourishment, self loathing, and soft vore.

Once again,Shao had been tricked by the kids in his village. He was born blind and feeble, so he used his sense of hearing to guide him. Despite this keen sense of hearing, Shao has been tricked many times.

The people of his village feared him, believing that he was cursed. They believed that he would cause the newborn babies to be ill, so they decided to keep him away. While the adults just stayed away from, the kids tormented him. They often led him to the forest and then left him there, roaming for days.

The poor blind teen desperately wanted to be apart of them, so he often fell for these tricks. At this moment, he was wandering around the forest on Mt. Natagumo. He had been wandering there for three days.

“Crap.” He cursed as his foot hit the root of the tree. Shao felt weak. His legs buckled and Shao fell. “Oof.” He huffed as his face his the cold solid ground. He wanted to disappear. Away from all the cruel people.

He closed his misty emerald eyes and he listened to the forest around him. The wind blew gently over his body. Little woodland creatures rusted in the trees. Shao calmed his breathing and let himself become one with the forest. Then suddenly, a strange sound caught his attention.

“What do we have here?” A calm voice muttered. “Are you..dead?” Footsteps could be heard from ahead and they came closer. Shao lifted his head and a sigh of relief could be heard. “Oh thank goodness.”

Rui had been taking his usual route on Mt. Natagumo, his old stomping grounds. He had been reflecting on all that had changed in the previous years. Tanjiro becoming king, finding a family amongst the Upper Moons, and even maturing and growing as a result of becoming a Half demon. It was all so exciting, yet overwhelming.

So to prevent himself and his OCD from getting overwhelmed, Rui would come back to Mt. Natagumo. Were there bad memories locked away up here? Yes, but he couldn’t ignore the sense of nostalgia he felt.

Rui was heading towards the base of the mountain when he heard a loud thud. “What the-“ He muttered as he cocked his head in the direction of the thud. Rui picked up his pace as he rushed towards the sound.

He eventually came across a human teen with light red hair. The boy looked malnourished and he seemed like he wasn’t taken care of. “What do we have here?” Rui said, trying not to panic. “Are you.. dead?”

The boy lifted his head, revealing his eyes. They were emerald green, but they had a misty glaze. Rui quickly realized that he was blind. Despite this, he was glad that the boy was alive. Rui sighed in relief. “Oh, thank goodness.”

The sound that came from the creature was calm and gentle, at least to Shao. It sounded like a human sound, but it wasn’t exactly the same. “Who..are you?” Shao asked tenderly. “I’m Rui. I’m a half demon.” Half demon, huh? Well that explains his odd sound.

Shao laid his head back down on the ground. How unlucky must he be to run into a demon of all creatures? Still, there was something about his sound that lured Shao. “What happened to you?” Rui asked warmly.

“I’m lost..I don’t have anyone.” Shao winced as he laid on the ground. “Would you like me to help you get home?” The demon’s voice was warm and oddly comforting. “No. I’m lost because they tricked me. They don’t want me around them.”

A small wince came from the demon. “I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do?” Shao shook his head. “My body’s so fragile and weak. I’m better off dead.” Shao heard the demon sit on his knees. He crawled up to Rui and rested his head against the demon’s legs.

A soft purr came from Rui. “I understand how that feels, but you should never say that you’re better off dead.” Shao felt the demon take his hand. Rui’s hand was warm as it held tightly onto his.

“What’s your name?” The demon said calmly. “I’m Shao.” Rui purred even louder, which was oddly comforting. “Shao..I like how that sounds.” Rui was then silent, thinking. “How about this, Shao. I can take you with me. All the other demons can protect you and Lord Tanjiro can help me take care of you.”

Shao’s heart nearly skipped a beat. All he wanted was to be with people who truly cared about him, but he still was suspicious. “Are you sure that they will be kind? Are you sure that they won’t find me pathetic?”

Rui softly purred as he held onto Shao. “Of course they will.” The demon’s sound told Shao everything that he needed to know. Rui was telling the truth. “Okay..I’ll go with you. Thank you.”

Happy purrs came from the demon. “It’s no problem.”

A cold breeze made its way through the mountain, causing Shao to shiver. “Are you cold?” Rui asked gently, stroking the boy’s head. Shao nodded as he shivered. “Here, I can help you with that. Do you trust me?” Shao seemed confused by the demon’s question. “Yes..”

A little chirp came from the demon. “Alright. Just try not to move around too much.” Shao was still confused as he felt Rui gently grab him. Then a sudden warmth came over his body. It was unlike anything that he has felt before.

He felt a strange plush material all around him. It was a little damp but somehow that added to the comforting sensation. Shao let his body rest against the plush material. It seemed to pull him farther and farther down, until he reached a strange pouch made of the same material.

The walls moved all around him, cradling his body. The warmth he felt was very relaxing and comforting. There also seemed to be some strange, yet soothing noises coming from around him. They all seemed to be..the demon’s sound.

“Where am I?” Shao asked curiously as he laid his hand against the plush material. “You’re inside of me..please don’t freak out.” Rui’s voice was muffled and there was some pressure on the plush walls. Shao was surprised by this, but the sound of the demon was enough to make Shao trust him.

“Oh, it’s okay. I feel..safe. Am I inside your stomach?” An embarrassed chuckle came from Rui. “Yeah..” Shao curled up and let his body relax against the demon’s tummy. “Thank you.”

Shao felt movement, but he wasn’t disturbed by it. He guessed that Rui was heading back to the other demons. “No need to thank me. It’s the least that I could do.”