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candy69gurl · 9 months ago

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I love your Noncon stories so much... like DAMNNNN..... CAN you please do a teacher gojo (Gojo sensei) x student female reader noncon???? Where she trusts Gojo so much but at the end of the day she ends up being raped by Gojo..... pleaseeeeeeeeeee 💗💗💗💗

Are you.. not weak?

Teacher Gojo x student f!reader

Warnings- 18+, dark, non/con, mentions of violence blood (fight with curse), age gap (both are adults), public sex, misuse of trust, loss of virginity, nipple play, fingering, blow job, sex against wall, use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), mutliple orgasm, raw sex (cumming inside), clit slapping, breeding kink

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ART NOT MINE !

The curse swirls and coils, spewing putrid venom at you. You dive out of the way, just evading the devastating strike. The curse screeches and lunges at you again, this time successfully scratching your arm with its sharp claws. You flinch as the venom sears like molten fire against your flesh. The curse charges at you again, its teeth and talons hungry for your flesh. You manage to dodge the assault at the last second, but your stamina is swiftly dwindling.

The curse's venom has burned and left your arm raw. The flesh around the cut is already growing septic, and the pain is excruciating.

The venom rushes through your veins like boiling liquid pain, impairing your judgement and equilibrium. You can hardly stand owing to the shock and anguish. You grab your arm, attempting to stop the flow of blood.

You see the curse about to harm you again.

A-am i going to die?

Gojo's eyes widen as he realises the curse is hitting you. He moves at incredible speeds, appearing beside you in an instant. He pulls you out of the path, accepting the curse himself. His six eyes sparkle brightly as he confronts the curse with strong focus and determination. The curse roars in rage, lashing out at Gojo with its claws and teeth. Gojo does not let the strike hit him due to his infinity blocking any attack attempt to hurt him.

Gojo got the news that you not in your dorm so, so he hurries out to find you, his six eyes narrowing as he tries to figure out where you could possibly be. His cursed energy rises as he explores his surroundings, looking for your scent or any indication of where you could be. He dashes from place to place, looking for any trace of you.

When he sensed you, he dashed to where you were, taking in the sight of you fighting a special grade curse.

He notices that you are damaged, with a burn mark on your arm and venom pouring through your veins. Without hesitation, he utilises his Purple Hollow to break the Special Grade curse. His cursed energy coalesces in his palm as he aims a massive blast at the curse. The Purple hollow hits its target with lethal precision, incinerating the curse instantly. The force of the blast sends the curse flying back and leaves a massive crater behind. Gojo lets out a heavy breath in relief as the curse is no more.

Gojo immediately rushes over to your side, his six eyes scanning you for any potential injuries. He sees that you are unconscious, your breaths slow and shallow. He can see that the venom is still coursing through your veins and the skin around the wound is beginning to scab over. He grimaces in concern as he sees the extent of your injuries.

He softly grabs your arms, lifts you, and carries you on his shoulder.

What was she even thinking.. he sighs, and in a second, Gojo transports you to Shoko using his teleportation power, your limp and unconscious body on his shoulders.

Your eyes fluttered open, and the scene around you became fuzzy and unclear as you tried to make sense of it all.

You're laying in bed with your arm bandaged and a dull aching from your wounds.

You sit up slowly, trying to recall what happened.

Your eyes survey the room, and then to Gojo sitting next to your bed.

"S-sensei?"

He gets up and moves closer to you.

"How do you feel?" he says quietly, his voice full of concerm.

"Mf'ne," you reply.

He gives you a slight smile, his eyes still full with anxiety

"The venom has been neutralised, so your condition is stable for now." He informs you. "You still need to rest. That was a high-level curse.I can't believe you were able to put them off that long."

"Why were you fighting a special grade curse alone.......Do you realise how dangerous that is?"

His tone implies dismay.

"I-", you try to make up something quickly.

He notices the guilt and embarrassment on your face. "You were trying to prove something, weren't you?"

He asks quietly.

You were up against Miwa, who was apparently a fan girl of Gojo. You failed miserably, failing to land a single hit on her throughout the entire match while she effortlessly evaded your attacks and countered you flawlessly. After the match, you overhear Gojo talking to Miwa.

Gojo: "You did well. Your technique is impressive, especially the way you used the environment to your advantage."

Miwa: "Thank you, sensei."

Gojo smiled at her.

Gojo: Keep this up and one day you will be able to the strongest sorcerer like me.

Miwa squealed and blushed, her face brightens.

You rolled your eyes and felt jealous and embarrassed. You felt determined to prove to GOJO that you're just as good, if not better than her so you decided to go and find a special grade curse to fight, alone.

You continue to roll your eyes as you recall what happened a few days earlier, still feeling envious and ashamed by your bad performance and how much Gojo complimented Miwa.

You snap back to reality and realise you're still in the infirmary bed. Your arm injuries continue to pain, and you feel fatigued and weak. Gojo is still sitting next to your bed, staring at you intently.

"I asked you something, Y/N," Gojo squints his eyes, and you can feel it through the blindfold.

"I-i, yes. I only wanted to prove myself that I am strong, and I failed."

Gojo sighs with disappointment.

"Trying to prove yourself by fighting a special grade curse alone.. that was reckless. It's just too dangerous." He looks at you with a mixture of concern and frustration in his eyes. "You're just lucky that I was able to find you in time before anything even worse happened."

"S-sorry.."

He shakes his head, still looking at you with concern.

"It's alright. Just... don't try to do something like this again, okay? If something happens to you, I can never forgive myself", his voice laced with a slight hint of amusement.

"h-huh?" He smiles slightly "I mean it. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything bad happened to you." He pauses, his voice softening "You're my... favorite student after all"

He notices the blush on your cheeks and his smile widens. "Don't go blushing on me now", he teases, his voice laced with amusement.

He stops and gives you a serious look.

"You do understand that I'm saying this because I care about you, right?"

You nod without looking at his face.

"Just know that I'm constantly looking out for you and I will not allow anything bad to happen to you."

He pauses again, his face becoming more serious.

"I will keep my eyes on you."

You notice that Gojo has indeed been keeping a close watch over you. You can feel his eyes on you at all times, watching your every move and making sure you stay safe. He is also keeping an eye on who you talk to and what you do, making sure that you don't do anything foolish again.

He's been very vigilant and keeping a close eye on you, which makes you feel both secure and a bit uneasy at the same time.

Despite feeling somewhat uneasy, you trust Gojo and feel secure that he will protect you and keep you safe. You know that he is only doing this to make sure that you don't do anything foolish again, and ultimately you feel reassured by his watchful eyes.

It's true, you know that Gojo will come rushing to your rescue at the slightest indication of injury or discomfort. He's always keeping an eye on you and ready to act at any moment. His vigilance makes you feel both safe and loved, and you realize how lucky you are to have him. You know that he would do anything to protect and heal you.

The other sorcerers started noticing the strange behavior of Gojo. They found it odd that he began keeping a close eye on you and always watching out for you. They were wondering why he was doing this, as usually he doesn't bother about such small matters.

Whenever they pointed this out to him, he would give some reasons like "You're weak" and "You don't know what you are doing" which would make you angrily pout and say "I am not weak!", and "I know what I'm doing".

You are training with Yuji when something unexpected happens, and you find yourself in a lewd position with Yuji on top of you. Yuji fumbles over his own feet and falls on top of you, catching you both off guard. Both of you are flustered.

Just then, Gojo appears from nowhere. He sees you and Yuji in a very provocative position. He grabs Yuji's hoodie and pulls him off you.

"What you two are doing?" He notices Yuji blushing and stuttering, and you're still shaken and flustered by the situation.

"W-we were just t-training ..." Yuji stutters.

"Really. T-training is..." You also stutter, and you both appear flustered and embarrassed.

Suddenly, something explodes inside Gojo. At first, he thought it was just his annoyance with Yuji, but there was more to it. Fear or an unknown emotion he is not sure of it. He wanted to be your first choice, not anyone else.

Yuji says, "Uh.. I.. I have an important work.. I have to leave now." Yuji walks away with an awkward smile.

You both stand awkwardly, Gojo's expression unreadable. You avoid looking at him because you can feel his intense stare on you.

"Uh, I need to go somewhere," you suddenly say.

As you're about to leave, he says "You are not going anywhere."

"W-why not?"

"Because I said so. You are not going anywhere", his voice demmanding and angry He says with some intensity in that, his eyes are pinning you to your place.

" I-i don't understand why not ", you argue

"You don't need to understand."

You can see tension building up in his body, his muscles stiffening . He's acting weird than usual..... you cannot put your finger to it, but something's definitely wrong.

"Well , YOU CANT JUST ORDER ME AROUND LIKE THAT" you suddenly snap.

He stares at you with a fiery look, his eyes like daggers "Do not give me that attitude." His voice is laced with anger, he's clearly not in a good mood. He seems to be losing his patience with you.

"S-stop making fool of me infront of everyone."

He continues to stare at you for a minute, his rage rising

"Is that what you think?" He askss angrily, leaning closer to you while speaking.

You move back, now your back is against the wall of the Jujutsu High building

He appears to notice you leaning back and steps back slightly to give you some personal space. He's still looking at you with fierce eyes, and his voice remains keen as he speaks.

"I'm not making a fool of you in front of everyone. I'm just trying to protect you."

"I.. I don't need your protection"

He grimaces at that statement, his temper boiling up inside him once again. "Hah! You don't remember do you?", his voice harsh as he slams his hands on the wall trapping you against it. His voice is laced with anger as he speaks, he looks down at you. "You do not need my protection, then why the hell were you dying that day?", he growls.

"I.. am really grateful to you for that but that does not m-", you protest He interrupts you, his voice harsh.

"Shut up!" He's livid now, he takes off his blindfold with one hand and you can see his crystal blue, like diamond sword as he glares at you. "If you are really grateful why don't you show that to me?"

Your face shows confusion.

He's so close to you that you can feel his hot breath on your neck. He seems to be enjoying making you squirm, his eyes still filled with an intense look. "Show me how grateful you are. Do I really need to spell it out for you?"

You try to push him away, but he holds his ground, not letting you go. You can feel his chest now against your body, heat radiating from him. He gives you a smirk as his hands move to hold your wrist, restraining you.

Your voice shake as you understand the situation you are in, "H-how am I gonna do that?"

"Hmmm..by giving me your virginity" he says with a hint of amusement in his voice .

Your eyes widen in fear and excitement, "Y-your joking."

His eyes are still intense and serious as he looks down on you. "Am I though?..."

"Sensei pls let me go", you plead, struggling.

"You wouldn’t wanna be on my bad side, sweetheart.” He grinned slyly, his grip tightening around her wrist. His breath ghosting across her cheek. He presses her against the wall more as his ears fill with her pondering heartbeats. “I will be gentle I promise..” His lips graze your earlobe gently, sending chills down your spine.

"N-no please", your voice begging to let go.

“Hmm Don't you trust me Y/N? ” Gojo purs into your ear, his free hand roaming along your body, “I never intend to hurt you."

He releases his grip on your arms letting them fall down, and they shift to grab his shoulders to push him away. His hands cups your cheeks, squeezing them gently, keeping you close to his body. He chuckles darkly, a sinister look dancing in his eyes. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to give you what you need.”

He does not wait for your response, his hands already travelling down to your legs going up to your thighs under your uniform skirt. You bite your lower lip closing eyes "Aww, you like that, baby? That’s good.” His voice dripped with seduction as he continues upward, lingering on your thighs. Gojo can't help but chuckle softly, his mouth hovering above yours.

“Guess you ain’t as resistant as you pretend to be.” He leans in, his lips brushing against yours, seizing the opportunity to capture your lips with his own. His tongue darts out to taste you, claiming ownership of your mouth. Gojo wants you, he needs you, and now he's taking you right here. His hands roam freely, exploring every inch of your lovely body. As the kiss intensified, he feels your submission within it. His hand moves up to cup your breast, kneading it gently through your clothes.

“Let me have you,” he growls his teeth gently grazing your bottom lip. His other hand slide down your side, cupping your ass and pulling you closer, the heat building up in your core is unmistakable.

"P-please not here, w-what if someone-"

"Then you better not make any noise." He whispers against your lips. His hands shift, beginning to tug at the buttons of your uniform shirt.

“We’ll do this right, ok?” He says reassuringly, yet demanding obedience. He can't resist the urge anymore, his body screams for you, his soul desires you. He needs to make this moment last, to imprint it onto both your minds forever. He starts unbuttoning your uniform, revealing delicate skin beneath.Your eyes follow his hand movements.

A gentle bite on your neck made you gasp softly; a rush of adrenaline filled the air. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll protect you from everything else.”

His voice was rough, almost animalistic in its hunger. He was determined to satisfy his primal urges. He unbottons all the bottons of your shirt.

You try to hide your exposed chest.

Gojo's smirk widened as he feels you hiding yourself from him. "Don't do it.” He orders hoarsely, playing with the strap of your bra. "Don't you trust me?"

You nod, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

He takes your hand which was hiding your breasts and kisses them gently. Pulling your bra up, he reveals your breasts, nipples hardening at his gaze. His thumbs brushed against your nipples, teasing them softly. His hands travel down your waist, lifting your thigh up. His thumb rubbing against your clad clit.

You flinch at his touch, his lips curl up to an evil smile as he finds your neck again, nipping and sucking, marking you as his own.

"Let me take care of you, baby." He pushes your undies aside, thrusting a finger inside you.

Your eyes shut close at his sudden thrust, "Aah, s-so sudden.." your one arm wrap itself around his neck and the other grabs his shoudler for balance.

"Your so wet yet you say you don't want this.. So Tight, ah" Gojo speaks, his voice low and husky. He adds another finger, stretching you wide. "You have no idea how much we both want this, Y/N. It's been killing me – waiting, watching you from a ar."

"nngh n-no more ssensei, c-cant stand"

Gojo's smirk grew bigger, his fingers moving inside you faster. “Can’t handle this, huh?” He chuckles darkly, thrusting his fingers deeper. "If you can't handle my fingers, how are you gonna handle my cock hm?"

"Pls I can't take anymore."

“You said you are not weak, why don't you try and prove it?” His voice was rough, his hips grinding against you. He hooks his finger on your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Hnghh-" you arch your body as his fingers move faster, hitting a spot that makes you whimper softly, your nails digging into his shoulder as you feel yourself reaching climax, he feels your walls tightening more. his other hand leaves your waist and grabs your breasts, squeezing them roughly, pinching and rolling your nipples slightly. His fingers curl inside you, and you cry out creaming with his fingers in you.

"Shh", he harshly covers your mouth, "you don't want people to see you like this do you?"

You shake your head frantically, as knees shake and you gradually collapse to the ground. He lets you collapse on ground as you breath after such an intense orgasm for the first time in your life.

“Easy, my little bird,” he coos, unbuckeling his belt pulling his erect shaft. “Open your mouth”

Your eyes shift to his member to his face "W-what?"

"Don't make me repeat myself, Y/N." He says, his voice thick with lust. "Open your mouth if you don't want to get hurt when I fuck you with it." He repeats, his eyes boring into yours.

"I-its so big"

"Don't worry I will guide you through it" You slowly open your mouth, your eyes never leaving his. He smiles, his eyes filled with lust and desire. He slowly thrusts his cock into your mouth, feeling your tongue swirl around him. He moans softly, his fingers tangling in your hair protecting the back of your head, as he pushes your head against the wall. He thrusts deeper, feeling your gag reflex kick in.

He pulls back slightly, giving you a chance to breathe. He thrusts back in, feeling your throat constrict around him. He moans louder, his hands pulling your head closer to him. He thrusts faster, feeling your nose press against his stomach.

Gojo grins, "That's right, take it all." He groans, his hips pistoning harder, forcing you to take his full length. He slams into you, thrusting in and out of your mouth, his movements becoming erratic. He's so close, his eyes roll back in pleasure. His fingernails dig into your scalp, his balls slapping against your chin.

"Almost there..." he pulls out his dick before he can cum. "Mhm..Nah.. Not gonna cum in your mouth..", drools drip down your chin. You inhale as much air as possible "Good girl." He praises, his breath ragged. He picks you up with his hands beneath your thighs , he presses your legs tightly against the wall as he rubs himself against your wetness.

"D-dont go any further..", you protest.

“I promise I'll pull out if it hurts.” He says, his breath hot against your ear. He positions himself at your entrance, his tip sliding in easily. "I can never hurt you", he gives you a small peck on your lips, as he pushes himself for inside you.

"P-please it hurts .. Ahh.. p-pull it out"

"If you struggle more its gonna hurt you, so relax" He growls, his voice thick with lust. He pushes himself in, inch by inch.

Your body shakes with each inch he pushing inside you. Tears roll down your cheek, toes curling at the pain yet pleasure.

"You crying?" He asks with a teasing look in his face, his pace slowing down. "it won't hurt forever" He thrusts fully in you.

You body arches back against the wall.

"Just relax." He breathes, his hips rocking against you. "Feels good, doesn't it?" He asks, his dick sliding in and out of you rhythmically. He pumps you slowly at first, letting you adjust to the feeling.

Your mind is blank, your just taking everything he is giving to you. He starts thrusting faster, his grip on your hips tightens.

"You're so fucking good, baby. So tight and wet...” He pants, his eyes locked on yours. He slams himself inside you, your walls gripping his size. He bites his lower lip, trying not to release too soon. He slams against your womb, feeling you tighten around him. He kisses your forehead . "I'll cherish you forever, I'll protect you, promise". He holds your face with one hand, forcing you to look into his eyes. He leans down, his lips capturing yours. "I love you." He says between kisses.

"S-sensei hnghh .. a-ah .. l-love you too.. a-ah" Gojo groans, his thrusts becoming harder and rougher, You wrap your legs around his waist to feel him deeper.

"Hah! I knew you felt it too.." He thrusts harder, deep thrusts making you moan loudly. He grips your ass, making sure every inch goes in. "Tell me again! Tell me how much you love me!" He roars, one of his hand squeezed your breasts while the other was placed on the wall maintaining balance. His grip on your ass tightens as he feels his climax approaching.

“Love you!” You scream, your nails digging into his shoulders. "

"Yes! That's it!” He roars, his hips bucking wildly. He sucks on your breasts alternatively and fiercely, his teeth grazing your nipple.

“Fuck! Yes!” He releases, your breast with a lewd sound turning you around, pushing you against the wall, by your neck as he slams into you from the back

"Gon' cum", you whimper.

His dick slides in and out of you at a frenzied pace. He spanks your ass, causing you to yelp. He thrusts deeply, your walls milking him.

"Cum for me, baby!" He groans, his pace increasing. "Do it!" His voice tingling your ears as his thrusts getting more and more forceful. His nails dig into your skin as he nears his peak.

"mhm y-yes.. ah", you cum, squeezing his dick so tightly that he can't help but moan His hips slowing down letting you relax before jerking and spilling inside you, filling your womb .

He collapses on top of you, catching his breath. "You're mine.. Now that I have take your virginity." He mutters, nuzzling your hair. "No one can take you away from me." He whispers, his heart racing.

He lifts away from you.. Your nails glide down the wall as your knees go weak and you collapse on the ground with your ass high up and his seed spilling out of you His cum dripping down your thighs "W-why did you cum inside?", your voice still shaken. He smirks, kneeling beside you, he cleans you up, his fingers running over your sensitive clit. "The way your walls were squeezing me. Seemed they didn't want to leave my dick alone mhm" He spreads your legs, admiring his work.

"Don't worry gon buy you emergency contraception" He laughs, shaking his head. "Though you would look good with my child" He slaps your cunt only to watch his seed drooling down and your walls clench around nothing.

"Let's go shall we? or you gon keep your ass high up in the air for me to invade you more"

You get up, glaring at him and try to walk but falls down but gojo holds before you fall. Gojo chuckles, holding your waist not letting you fall.

“You’re so cute when you try to be mad but fail, Y/N.” He says, smiling brightly. "Looks like you won't be able to walk for a few days huh" He says, helping you walk.

Yuji and Nobara notice you two approaching them, and Yuji's face lightens with amusement.

"Are you Okay Y/N?" Yuji smirks and raises his eyebrow.

Gojo shrugs. "Ahahahahahahaha.. She just fell down and I had to look out for her as I usually do"

Nobara rolls her eyes and whispers to Yuji, who giggles. "I wonder what happened here." She chuckles, crossing her arms.

Megumi looks at you with concern on his face.

Gojo snickers as he holds you tighter. "I told you she's fragile," he says, his arm draped around your shoulder.

You yell back at him "I AM NOT WEAKKK"

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blughxreader · 1 year ago

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platonic yandere batfam thoughts...

how you end up integrating into the family.

I think we often forget how insidious the long-term effects of kidnapping are. Your whole world narrows and you have nothing fulfilling outside of them.

Realistically, how many weeks straight can you do nothing but look at your phone/watch TV? I know we do this every day, but we have school/work/friends/family to provide actual fulfillment and joy. But when you take that away? And have to decide whether you should scroll through monitored social media or talk to your captors?

Especially because the TV doesn't distract from the cold, hard gaze of the surveillance cameras in your room.

Even if you read and craft and cook, it's so difficult to keep your mental health in-tact without having a positive interaction with another human being.

It would start small.

It's morning and Cass smiles at you from across the breakfast table. Not wanting to be rude, you smile tightly back.

Jason wordlessly slides you a book. You take it.

After a few months, you feel slightly more comfortable about taking up space in the manor. Alfred is out of town for the weekend, so you make a sandwich with Tim.

Bruce talks to you about the new scientific breakthrough at Wayne Enterprises and keeps you relatively up-to-date on major world events. You begrudgingly learn more interesting facts than public school has ever taught you.

Soon, you've watched everything good on Netflix. You exhausted your tolerance for social media. You've given yourself headaches reading so much. You've hit an art/writers block like never before because your input has run dry.

With no other source of entertainment, you become more attentive to the Bats.

Of course, you've always watched them out of fear. But as months tick by and you've learned their hearts (and delusions), it's obvious that they would never hurt you. Furthermore, operating within their expectations is easy enough as long as you never challenge them, so the constant danger-sense slowly turns off.

However, because you don't have any outside noise to occupy your mind, drama in the house becomes almost life-and-death to you.

Peace is so fragile, and it's all you have.

Damian and Bruce return from patrol in a rage one night. Damian's furious echoes bouncing upstairs, followed by Bruce's low, indistinguishable scorn.

Fuck, you think. Now your and Bruce's talks are going to be stilted and uncomfortable. Now Damian is going to sulk in your room for hours, unwilling to talk about what happened yet wanting some kind of reassurance.

You can't keep them from fighting, but you want to protect your peace.

When you first arrived in this dreadful manor, you never would have imagined you'd offer them kind words and affection. However it's the only thing you can do now.

There's conflict. The house is tense--your world is tense.

Should you call Dick? He has a day job again, so he can't come over until tomorrow night. It's up to you to ease the tension.

So you do, slowly, with homemade food and Bruce's favorite coffee blend and Damian's favorite hot chocolate. You sit with them individually, shoulder to shoulder (much closer than you would normally sit), and pretend everything is alright. They're surprised but very quick to snap back into a good mood.

The house is suddenly back in order and you did it all by yourself.

And with these vigilantes, conflict is ripe. There's always people coming and going, fighting and playing, and you're unwillingly the most in-tune with the well-being of everyone's relationships.

You protect your peace. You protect the house.

this shit makes me gnaw at my enclosure. if you're fem, it's worse because ✨ stereotypical woman archetype ✨ anyway this has been on my mind because i've been taking care of my baby chicks and cooking dinner most nights, so i'm like 💁‍♀️ i could be a captive house wife click here for my yandere batfam masterlist

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pernesophe · 3 months ago

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Wind Breaker Boys x Touch Starved Reader

(Minors, Ageless and Blank Blogs DNI)

Synopsis: How the Wind Breaker boys would handle a touch averse / touch starved S/O.

Characters in this post (they're 18+ for this post) MDNI:

Togame Jo (TW: suggestive / smut - kind of poetic?, comfort, fluff)

Endo Yamato (TW: smut, comfort, fluff)

Takiishi Chika (TW: smut - kind of poetic?, comfort, fluff, violence (minimal))

Master List (I have no rights to these characters, the works they come from, or the art/screenshots/manga panels used in this post)

Togame Jo

(~1862 wc)

Togame and you have freshly started dating, but he swiftly figured out on his own how adverse you are to physical touch when he first met you and stepped a little too close for comfort. Immediately, you had tensed up and Togame took a step back, thinking his stature had scared you, but you relaxed right away and continued the amiable conversation with him. Togame was really enamored with you from the start, so even though you never said anything he made sure to be extra cautious while getting to know you, and once the two of you started dating, to not cross any boundaries.

By the end of the first month from when your relationship began, you start to wonder why Togame hasn’t tried to take your relationship to the next level. Pretty soon thereafter, you come to the realization that he hasn’t been taking your relationship further because of you.

A month or so into the relationship, making your way to Ori to meet him for lunch, when you are grabbed by a group of delinquents. You’re lucky that you were close enough to Ori for Togame to hear you scream as one of the guys grabs you roughly by the arm and drags you into an alley where he crowds you against a wall. Immediately freeze and tense up - trying to make yourself smaller by pressing your back into the wall. The other three stand at the mouth of the alley to block you from the view of any passerbyers.

Before it can go any further, Togame rounds the corner at a sprint and tackles two of the guys at once - swiftly knocking them out on the ground - and then turns to punch the other one who was still blocking the alley. Unfortunately he was ready as he punches Togame squarely in the face, but your boyfriend isn’t treating this like a run of the mill street fight. Barely fazed by the fist connected to his jaw, Togame grabs the guy around the torso and swings him up in the air before throwing him on the ground like a basketball. The thug bounces a couple of times before he settles there unconscious.

At this point, the one crowding you against the wall has pulled you in front of him and was brandishing a knife to your throat, but Togame is staring at your terrified expression and the endless stream of tears falling down your cheeks. You’ve never seen this look on Togame’s face before - he looks like he’s ready to murder the man, and you half believed he would too. With one step forward, Togame reaches out and grabs the man’s hand that is holding the knife. As he does, you hear the bones cracking in his hand just before your boyfriend grabs the man’s face and rips him off of you like he was tearing tissue paper away from a precious gift. The man is unconscious before he even hits the ground, leaving you and Togame in the alley under a thick veil of silence.

Slowly, he turns to you with a concerned expression etched into his face, “Are you hurt?” Whispering to you as if you’re a wounded animal, but you quickly shake your head no at him. ”Are you okay?” Posing the question with his brows raised high as even more concern bleeds into his voice.

”Mhm!” Humming with a firm nod as you quickly wipe your tears on your sleeves, but as you look up you see Togame reaching for you and then stop himself short - deciding not to altogether. He doesn’t notice you looking though as he shoots you a gentle smile.

”Wanna go back to my place and chill out for a bit? I can order take out,” offering as he tilts his head towards the mouth of the alley. Nodding quickly as you fall in stride with him - heading towards his home side by side. Along the way you notice that Togame is fidgety - almost nervous - like he had done something wrong. Occasionally his vibrant green eyes would drift down towards you only to see you staring at him curiously, and he’d quickly look away.

Once the two of you are back at his house, and he’s sitting on the couch, you go and grab the first aid kit before silently coming to stand in between his legs. Togame has his head leaning against the back of the couch with his eyes closed so he doesn’t notice you come up.

“Um, Jo?” murmuring quietly, and he sits up - a little surprised - to see you standing in his space, something you rarely do unless the two of you are in a crowded place. “Can I clean you up?” Requesting gently, and he just stares at you for a beat before nodding dumbly.

Some of the Shishitoren guys who also had girlfriends thought it was weird that you never bandaged Togame up like their partners would offer to do for them. Togame never let them say anything to you about it though, and never asked you to, because he never wanted to put you in an uncomfortable position.

So, he sat in complete silence - totally still - as he studied your face with intrigued green eyes while you gingerly cleaned his face and hands before bandaging his knuckles. Neither of you speak whatsoever, and when you’re finished you meet his vibrant green orbs with yours which were filled with so many unspoken things. Togame tries not to feel disappointed as you pack up the kit and take it back to the kitchen, but he can’t help but lean his head back and sigh as he closes his eyes again.

”Jo?” Your timid voice jolts him upright again to find you standing where you were just a few moments ago, hands clasped behind your back as you peer down at him. He’s dead silent as you lean closer until the ends of your hair fall forward and brush his chest, your faces only inches apart. Togame gulps loudly.

”I think you’ve already realized that I don’t really enjoy being touched…” he slowly nods at your words. “...but you are allowed to touch me, because I think I would enjoy that.” Explaining in that same soft tone with an urging edge to it now. Togame blinks up at you rapidly, swallowing thickly, before reaching out and wrapping his arms around you before pulling you down into his lap, flush against his chest.

Without hesitation, he buries his nose in your hair and inhales your scent as he squeezes you even tighter into him. After a moment, he hears you sniffling and he immediately releases you and cups your face to make you look at him.

”Did I hurt you?!” Crying out quietly to you as his vibrant eyes fill with worry.

”N-no!” Laughing out as you shake your head at him, despite your tear stained cheeks, “i-it feels good. Overwhelming, but good.” You explain slowly to him with a small, reassuring smile. Slowly, he nods as he brings his arms down to his sides. “I just didn’t get this a lot growing up, so I didn’t even know I, like… really needed it y’know?” You try to explain in a calm tone as tears continue spilling down your cheeks. A notch forms in his brow as he processes what you’re saying, but slowly he nods again.

”Do you want me to…” he trails off as he holds his arms out lightly around you again, and you quickly nod and lean into his chest again as he squeezes you tightly against him. Eventually, Togame asks if you wanna lay down on the couch, and you happily nod. He spoons you after he puts something funny on the TV in the background, and after a short while you feel something growing hard against your back. You don’t mention it, but every so often you squirm a little closer to him - wiggling your hips when you do - until Togame releases a low groan.

”Y/N, I’m not sure if you know what you’re doing, but you’re driving me insane… please,” voice pleading as he pulls you closer to his chest and lays a wide, heavy palm on your hip to halt any further movements. Giggling softly, you throw a mischievous look over your shoulder at him before deliberately rolling your hips back into him. Letting out a frustrated sigh as his breath fans along your cheek as he slowly rolls his hips to grind against you while burying his face in your shoulder. Togame felt like his control was a string flying in the wind as it fluttered from his grasp only to just barely catch it before it flew away completely, but still, he somehow maintained his agonizingly slow pace.

”Jo,” moaning out softly as you caress your fingertips along his bicep causing him to pause in his movements and pull his head up to look at your flushed face. His breathing slightly elevated. “I want more… is that okay?” Asking so timidly, eyes half lidded as you peer up at him.

His jaw tightens and then relaxes before he gulps loudly. “Ye-yeah, but are you sure?” Asking, so very seriously before you nod up at him earnestly.

”Mhm! I trust you Jo,” whispering softly to him and with that the string, and any restraint he had, was flying away in the breeze. Togame’s stature was much more substantial than yours, so even though you were now stark naked - you were securely covered by his warm, hardened body. The pressure was a lot, but felt so comforting as he ghosted a hand along your thigh that is flush against his hip.

Letting Togame feel you… Feeling Togame… It was like a humid spring morning. As soon as the sun burned away the mist it would become hot and wet, but right now it was still cool despite the dampness clinging to your skin. The moon was still high up in the sky as Togame’s lips ghosted over your dewy skin - his tongue poking out to swipe along your collarbone. The sun’s rays have only just begun clearing away the mist when the pressure subsided as Togame pressed open mouthed kisses over your hip. His tongue eagerly searches for the dew that’s collected in between your thighs. His name and little whines tumble from your lips like the birds announcing the rising sun, and only after they subsided did he finally return to you. The moon disappeared from the sky as the sun hung high above in its place now.

After this day, you are still averse to physical touch, but never from Togame. Actually, much to the rest of Shishitoren’s surprise, you were quite clingy with Togame: always holding his hand and wrapping your other around his bicep whenever you could, often sitting in his lap when it was appropriate, greeting him with a warm hug where you bury your face into his chest and inhale him deeply. Of course - now - you always clean and bandage Togame up after a fight while he studies your calm expression with rapt interest every time - just like he did the first time.

Endo Yamato

(~2378 wc)

Endo is much more touchy feely with you than you are with him, and even though you tense up often when he initiates physical contact - he doesn’t shy away from you or let go of you unless you tell him directly that you feel uncomfortable. Whenever this does happen, he just smiles at you and nods while giving you a little personal space. It’s a little bit of a possessive thing - you both frequent the Red Light District and he wants those around you to know that you’re his - but also from the moment you met he got the sense that you want to be touched but just don’t know how to ask.

You had gone to him for your first tattoo, which is when he first touched you and you had tensed up so bad under the needle that he sighed out, “Y’know this is gonna be absolute hell if you don’t relax, right?” His brow arched with annoyance, and you quickly nodded in embarrassment.

Screwing your eyes shut, you took a deep breath before willing your body to relax. You had managed to stay relaxed, and still without wincing once - though at times your body shook from just laying on the table that long - but you never asked for a break. Endo honestly was impressed at how well you handled the pain versus one gentle touch from his hand.

Before you left, you asked him about the healing process and if it would be considerably raised off the skin after healing. He explained that it kind of would, but not a ton and offered to let you feel one of his tattoos for reference. You had hesitated when he held out his arm before hovering your fingertips above the inked skin, even peering back up at him with a small notch in your brow as if to ask, ‘are you sure it’s okay’. A wide grin spread over his face at your hesitation and big doe eyes - as if you were worried you would hurt him.

”It’s fine, go ahead.” He encouraged you with a laugh, even raising his arm so he brushed your fingertips with it, and with that you oh so gently caressed the inky black lines as your eyes lit up at the new experience. After you left that day, Endo thought about you extensively - much to Takiishi’s distaste, until the next time you showed up and his fiery haired companion realized that whatever Endo saw in you was just different from himself.

A few months later, you had timidly ended up in Endo’s shop for another tattoo, to which he immediately asked to see his work and how it healed. When you showed it to him he complimented you on how well taken care of it is as he ghosted his hand over the inked skin. This time you shivered, and didn’t tense at all for him. This appointment went by much more smoothly than the last time, but before you left Endo gave you his number and told you to contact him directly for your next tattoo rather than walk in - so he can brainstorm the design with you more. Gratefully, you nodded and took his contact info.

The next time you messaged him about a tattoo, he insisted on meeting you somewhere for coffee while discussing it. He made sure to sit as close to you as possible as you watched him sketch out a few designs - his bicep brushing your arm, and thigh touching your leg the whole time. At first, you tensed, but Endo didn’t move away, and after a few minutes you relaxed and even leaned into him to get a better look at the design.

After that you started hanging out with Endo and Takiishi outside of your tattoo appointments, though it was obvious you were solely there for Endo - you and Takiishi got along well enough. For a while your relationship with Endo was unclear because he never officially asked you out. Takiishi was actually the one to clarify the status for you both when one day you were walking with them when someone they knew asked who you were. Before you or Endo could say anything, Takiishi - with the flattest affect - said, “That’s Endo’s girl. Make sure nobody messes with her.” It shocked both of you that he would go as far to say that, but also that he was able to clock your relationship status well before you were able to.

Finally, maybe 6 months after being deemed official, the two of you are chilling at his shop after he closed up for the day. Endo sits down right next to you and then turns to you without warning before scooping you into his lap where holds you as he lets his hands wander lightly over your back and thighs.

“E-Endo, what’re you-” Murmuring in a bewildered tone, but he silences you with one heated look from his cobalt eyes.

”Impatient.” He answers simply, to which your eyebrows furrow - deeply perplexed. “I’m impatient, because I think that you actually really want this, but you can’t bring yourself to admit it,” posing his dilemma to you with a tilt of his head. Gulping loudly as you quickly avert your gaze, but he reaches up and gently grabs you by the jaw and makes you look at him.

”If it’s not clear by now, I want to give you what you want, but I can’t do that if you won’t tell me what it is,” he explains in a slightly gentler, yet urging tone this time. After a pregnant pause you swallow thickly as you nod at him.

”I-I do… want this, but, um… I have no experience, and I’m awkward, and I tense up when I’m touched cause I’m not used to it and all of that seems really not attractive,” whispering softly as a blush creeps over your face. Endo releases your jaw only to wrap his arms tightly around you and pull you flush to his chest as he throws his head back to let out a boisterous laugh.

”Do you think I wasn't aware of that?” Asking with a slight rib to his tone after his laughter died down before sitting up to meet your gaze again. “I love your awkward, inexperienced self and not once have I thought you were ‘not attractive’ because of it, or the fact that you tense up when you’re touched. It doesn’t mean you’re untouchable,” he assures you through a lighthearted chuckle. Not knowing the effect those words would have on you, Endo is shocked to see you crumble and bury your face in his neck as you start to sob.

”Shit-fuck! What’d I say wrong?” Demanding with a voice filled with worry as he starts rubbing your back soothingly.

”No-nothing,” you warble out as you wrap your arms tightly around his neck. Stunned, Endo just reaches up and holds the back of your head while his other arm is braced around your back to hold you firmly. “Yo-you really think I’m touchable?” Murmuring in such a soft voice that absolutely bleeds vulnerability. Endo’s heart twists at the pain in your voice, and the unspoken sentiment that you really thought you were untouchable.

”Yeah, I really, really do.” Whispering into your hair and you just bury your face more into his neck. After a long, long while - once your sobbing subsides and it’s just the sound of you two breathing - Endo breaks the silence. ”Do you want me to show you just how touchable you are?” The question wrapped in cautious hesitation - prepared for you to say no, but instead you slowly lean away from him so you can meet his gaze.

”I do,” Murmuring softly as you nod - your eyes gazing pleadingly into his fiery, cobalt ones.

Endo smiles gently at you before maneuvering you onto your back on the couch with him laying in between your legs. He starts by placing chaste kisses all over your face before finally settling on your lips. Slow in his touches at first - deliberate in feeling you - and then his mouth becomes hungry. Nipping at your bottom lip until you part your lips so he can slip his tongue in your mouth and caress your wet muscle with his. As he worked his mouth over yours, his hands slowly mapped out your supple curves and dips as they roamed across your body eagerly.

Breaking from the kiss so you can swallow some air doesn’t slow Endo’s movements as he redirects his lips to your jawline, down the column of your neck, over your collarbones and coming to a stop at your now bare chest. In the whirlwind of kissing and hands, you had barely noticed that Endo had expertly stripped you down to your panties. Squeezing one of your breasts with a wide, rough palm as he brings his lips to the other and wraps them around your pert nipple.

While working his hand and mouth over your breasts, he begins slowly rolling his hips into yours causing a delicious friction you’ve never felt before. Once your breathing is uneven and you keep whining with your fingers carded through Endo’s hair, he finally releases your breasts and places open mouthed kisses down to your drenched panties. Peeling them off of you, he then litters kisses and gentle nips all over your thighs before settling in to absolutely devour your dripping core. Between his tongue and long, thick fingers - you’re struck with rolling orgasms that send euphoric shocks to your nerve endings until he comes up for air. Licking your arousal from his lips and fingers with a satisfied smile curling his lips as he crawled back up to you.

”I think you get the idea, though I haven’t done nearly everything I wanted to yet.” Musing softly as he settles in next to you and pulls you into his arms. The two of you lay like that in the quiet of his shop until you get your bearings about you again.

Eventually, he takes you to the small back room that has a roll out bed roll that just barely fits the two of you, and then cleans you up before he lays you both down to cuddle. He suggests spooning, and you ask if you can be the big spoon so you can hide your face in his back - a tad embarrassed of all the new sounds you were making earlier. So that’s how the two of you are laid out - you curled into his back while tracing his tattoos as he relishes in your light touches.

Tracing your index fingertip along the one he has with Takishi - you suddenly ask, “you really love him don’t you?” A long pause passes before he hums as if he’s deep in thought.

“Yes, but more like art. I see a painting when I look at him, so it’s just hard not to admire him…” Endo muses softly without moving to look at you. Sitting up and folding your legs under you so you can look down at him, and he rolls on his back so you are in the crook of his arm flush with his side as he peers back up at you.

“If I were a piece of art - what would I be?” Asking innocently with a slight tilt of your head as you study his expression with curious eyes. A long moment passes as he really takes the time to consider the question.

“A Tapestry.” He finally responds in an airy tone, and you brow furrows in question.

“Why?” Breathing out softly as you lean a little closer - the tips of your hair brushing his chest - but he just stares up at the ceiling while he forms his answer. After a pregnant pause, he finally parts his lips to speak.

��Because a tapestry is made of all this beautiful material that needs to be processed and spun, and then it has to be handled to make the finished product. Bent every which way - every movement - every single touch was solely for utility. But the finished product is still moveable - like a thick blanket - none of the threads became stiff with all that abuse. When all is said and done though, the tapestry is just hung up on some wall - beautiful, and becoming even more beautiful with age due to how the thread may weather… but you’re not allowed to touch it anymore. I’ve always thought it was the cruelest way to treat a piece of art…” Releasing a sorrowful sigh as his blue eyes cut back to yours. “Because, really, if you just reached out and caressed it,” he squeezes you closer to him as his other hand drifts up your back before murmuring the rest, “then you would find it’s still so soft and comforting so many years after it was woven. Like she’s been silently begging to feel someone’s touch all this time.” Tears start to fall down your cheeks as his words hang in the air like incense smoke swirling around you.

Wordlessly, he grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you down to lay on top of his chest while he presses chaste kisses onto the top of your head and lets you silently cry into him. The two of you stay like that for hours - you relishing in finally being able to lean on someone like this, and Endo just relishing in you.

After this day, your relationship sees drastic changes - mostly from you. Firstly, you no longer shy away from Endo’s touches or him being in your space, in fact you lean into him now with a serene smile and big doe eyes trained on his joyful expression. Secondly, since that day, you’ve started reaching out to touch him - grabbing his hand to hold while you two are strolling about, asking if you can sit in his lap while he’s looking over tattoo designs, getting on your tip toes while gripping his bicep so you can plant a kiss on his cheek. The biggest development is that, whereas Endo always made you blush at the start of your relationship, now not a day goes by that you don’t make your boyfriend bright pink from your affections.

Takiishi Chika

(~1988 wc)

How did you and Takiishi start dating? Well did you actually ever officially start? The two of you met when you were being hassled in the Red Light District while just trying to get to your tattoo appointment, and then this guy with long fiery red hair took them out in the blink of an eye.

You had tried to thank him, but he just ignored you - turning on his heel and kept walking. After shrugging it off, you went on your way - only the two of you were walking the same way.

“Are you following me?” Eventually he whirls around to face you, and demands in an annoyed tone.

”Oh God no! I’m sorry - I think we’re actually just heading in the same direction…” murmuring timidly. When he just stares at you emotionlessly, you quickly add. “I’ll wait a few minutes and let you get ahead of me, so I’ll be out of your hair!” To which he just narrows his eyes at you and stares.

”That doesn’t help when I think you’re following me.” He states flatly.

”Right. Well, what do you want me to do?” Inquiring innocently with a tilt of your head as you waited for his instruction. At that, he furrowed his brow deeper at you.

”Where are you going?” He asked monotonically - expression bored.

”Uh, I have a tattoo appointment with this guy named Endo…” you answered quietly. At that, his face didn’t light up, but there was recognition there.

”I’m heading that way too. Come on,” he directed you, and you followed along without question. From there, you don’t know why, but Takishi took an interest in you if you could call it that. He more or less just wanted you around, and if you weren’t he wouldn’t get mad but he would ask where you’ve been and why he hasn’t seen you. Someone called you “Takiishi’s Girl” at some point, and the rest was history.

Regardless of him expecting your presence - he never really touched you. He does listen to you though - like the time Endo was telling you about his tattoo design for them, and your boyfriend (?) got annoyed and punched Endo. It was the first time you witnessed it, and it really bothered you. Endo laughed it off, but you looked at Takiishi so sadly with your hands clasped in front of you and whispered, “I really wanted to hear about your and Endo’s tattoo though…”

Endo almost laughed at you, but Takiishi just stared at you with a notch in his brow for a long moment - so long you thought he may be really angry with you - but instead his expression smoothed out and he just said “my bad,” and then asked Endo to tell you about it. Both, Endo and you were completely stunned, and you were worried you had done something wrong, but Takiishi never brought it up so you didn’t either. You don’t know if he stopped hitting Endo altogether, or just in front of you, but you were grateful for it - Endo seemed to be too.

After about 8 months of being in Takiishi’s world, and noticing that you were the only female he deigned to give any time to you start to wonder if you’re allowed to touch him. Testing the waters at first just by walking a little closer to him down the street, and sitting a little closer to him on the couch. Sometimes you’d stand a breath away from him in Endo’s shop and wonder if he hates it, doesn’t mind, or doesn’t notice at all.

One day, you miscalculate as you’re walking shoulder to shoulder with him - Takiishi barely sparing you a glance - when you trip over something in the street and tumble face forward towards the sidewalk. Before you crash on the pavement, you’re hoisted back to your feet by Takiishi in one fluid motion. Immediately you start apologizing for being so clumsy, but he just says, “don’t worry about it,” before he checks you over to make sure you aren’t hurt. Then he turns as if nothing happened and continues walking, but you walk a little farther from him than before just to be on the safe side. Throughout your walk, Takiishi drifts closer and closer to you until he’s shoulder to shoulder with you once again.

When the two of you get back to his place, he settles wordlessly on the couch while you change into some comfier clothes. The thing about Takiishi is - he’s never openly affectionate so you have to look for the signs. For example, he noticed that when you came over you would bring comfy clothes and sleepwear to hang out in, and it seemed like a hassle to him, so the next time you came over he told you to look in the bottom left drawer of his dresser. What you found was just a bunch of his clothes, so at first you said, “cool,” to which he rolled his eyes and said, “stop being a pack mule and wear those when you need something comfortable or something to sleep in. Leave your things in that drawer if you want.” It was so apathetic the way he said it, but the fact that he did it at all meant he was thinking about you.

When you come back to the living room, you sit close to him, but not touching as he puts on some action film in the background and mindlessly scrolls on his phone. Peering at him out of the corner of your eye, you think back on how the two of you met and how you ended up where you sit now - comfortably next to one of the most dangerous people in the area. And yet the only thing plaguing your mind is how to ask him to let you hold his hand.

Suddenly, Takiishi looks at you straight on with those piercing amber eyes, making you jump as he asks, “Why’re you staring?”

”Um…” humming as your eyes widen under the intensity of his stare, and he narrows his eyes at you as he waits for your answer. “I want to hold your hand, but I don’t know how to ask,” blurting out before you look at your hands in your lap in embarrassment. Silence, except the sound of gunfire from the TV.

”So just hold my hand then,” he says with an undertone of exasperation. When you look over you see the back of his hand is now resting on his thigh - palm up and fingers outstretched for you. Hesitating only slightly, you reach out and take his hand. It’s warm and rough, you think to yourself with delight. Takiishi watches your face light up in triumph as you relax a bit more into the couch, and he can’t help the almost imperceivable laugh that puffs past his lips.

”What? Were you afraid or something?” Takiishi inquires, and when you look up at him you see a rare, amused smile curling his lips and a hue of adoration in his eyes.

”Um, well… not scared, just nervous?” Asking rhetorically before biting your bottom lip apprehensively.

”Why?” He scoffs out, genuinely curious causing you to laugh a little - forgetting your boyfriend isn’t scared or nervous about much.

”Be-because I guess I’m just not used to it…” explaining slowly and when he just cocks his head in question, you elaborate. “I mean - I just haven’t done a lot of this,” you hold up his hand in yours, “or anything else… and I don’t know - I want to - but I don’t know how to initiate things, and sometimes it doesn’t seem like you’re interested so… I guess I get a little worried you wouldn’t want to do this with me…” Trailing off quietly as you start to cower under his unblinking gaze. Another long beat of silence passes barring the gunfire and Takiishi’s deafening stare.

”You thought I wouldn’t want to hold your hand?” He asks in discernable disbelief. Brow creasing as he thought back to catching you after you tripped earlier and how satisfying your soft curves felt in the palms of his hands, and how he really didn’t want to let you go. Sadly, you avert your gaze and nod slowly.

Takiishi studies you for a long moment and how your expression was so soft and vulnerable. He still had trouble placing why he wanted you around, when you could never hold your own in a fight - least of all against him. Why he never even considered hurting you, and actually found the thought made him incredibly angry. Why he craved your presence… but in these moments it was clear. He just hated to admit that he wanted someone to be vulnerable with him - feel safe enough to be that way around him - and you were. Takiishi really wasn’t one to initiate physical affection, but in this moment he felt like… screw it.

Disentangling your hand from his as you look at him in shock - like you were in trouble - but he’s already picking you up and setting you on his lap so you’re straddling him with his wide palms gripping your hips. Now you’re staring down at him with wide eyes, mouth agape in utter shock, and your hands laying lightly over Takiishi’s hardened chest. Slowly, he lets his hands drift along your curves, down over your thighs - squeezing gently - before snaking his arms around your torso and pulling you flush to his chest so the two of you are nose to nose.

”Y/N. I hope you understand that I’m never gonna be a touchy feely person, or talk about my emotions in depth,” he says bluntly and you swallow thickly. “But, don’t ever not talk to me because you’re nervous, because… I do want to hold your hand.” Murmuring quietly before tilting his head forward until his forehead is pressed to yours and he’s staring into the depths of your soul. “I want to do a lot more, if you’ll let me…” his voice grows low and gravelly as he tightens his arms around you - causing you to squeak as you grip his shirt in your fists. Mouth running dry as you silently stare at your boyfriend in shock, only bringing that amused smile to his lips again. “Y/N.” He speaks firmly - jolting you out of your stupor.

”Mhm?” Humming back in a stilted tone, to which a wide grin spreads over his face, almost throwing you into shock once more.

”Am I allowed to touch you?” Asking directly this time, and you just nod dumbly. ”Use your words,” he commands with an undertone of warning.

”Ye-yes, you’re allowed to touch me,” you whisper dryly and his grin only grows as he reaches up and cups your cheek with a warm, rough palm before guiding your lips to his.

Touching Takiishi… Kissing Takiishi… it felt like you were caught in the undertow. With each wave of movement - a squeeze of his hand on your supple curves, a gentle nip to your bottom lip, a sweet caress of his tongue against yours - you were pulled under into a swirl of emotions and sensations that rushed through your veins and over your skin. Only for you to breach the surface for a gulp of air before being dragged under again by his suffocating warmth. It felt overwhelming - overstimulating - like Takiishi was enveloping you completely, and honestly you loved every second of it.

When everything is said and done, you awake - naked as the day you were born - wrapped in Takiishi’s arms and pressed flush to his chest. His all encompassing presence did not diminish one bit even as he slept. After this development in your relationship, Takishi still doesn’t hold your hand openly, or is openly affectionate in public, but he does make sure you feel his touch with a much greater frequency. No longer do you question if Takiishi craves your touch either.

#wind breaker x reader #pernesophe #SP's Headspace #wind breaker boys x touch starved reader

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The Morning After

(A Sequel to Ace in the Hole)

A commission from the lovely @spoczkot :)

Cw: miscommunication, insecurity, gambling, oral sex, vaginal sex, tentacles, double penetration, sensory deprivation

male shadow monster x afab reader

Some beautiful art of our lovely shadow monster

Word count: 5k

Most days, you woke up suddenly, to an alarm or a nagging feeling that there was something you needed to do.

You absolutely hated it. The sudden shift from sleep to the waking world. It always left you feeling anxious and restless.

The best way to wake up in the morning was the was you were waking up now. Slowly, barely able to tell where your dreams ended and where the light, silky blankets began. You drifted slowly, softly, back into consciousness, and finally, when you were good and ready, you opened your eyes.

All you could see was black.

You blinked, confused and disoriented, half convinced you’d just forgotten to open your eyes.

When the darkness persisted, a spike of panic ran through you.

You wanted to reel backwards but you didn’t know where you were or what was blocking out your vision.

You felt a warm presence at your side and pulled away from it, sending yourself tumbling off the edge of the unfamiliar bed.

The bed. You could see it now, sprawled across the floor, tangled up in a blanket you’d ungraciously taken with you in your panicked frenzy.

A low voice grumbled from the bed, you presumed disturbed by the newfound lack of blankets and the sound of someone falling to the floor beside him.

You managed a sheepish smile as you gathered your bearings, the events of the night before surfacing in your mind.

You were here, with Nocturne.

A pitch-black face peeked over the edge of the bed as he rose from sleep more gracefully than you had.

“You having fun down there?” he asked, his morning voice a little gravelly.

You nodded, pushing his blankets back onto the bed as you clambered to your feet.

“Didn’t take you for that much of a clutz,” he said, a teasing lilt ever-present in his voice.

You smiled, sliding back under the covers. “I’m not really, I just don’t usually wake up blind. I feel like that’s excusable.”

He was so hard to read, his void of a presence difficult to gather coherent facial expressions from if you didn’t know what you were looking for, but you saw him tense for a moment before turning to the clock at his bedside.

“Fuck, I’m late.”

He rose from the bed in a hurry, haphazardly grabbing clothes from his closet and throwing them on, you all but forgotten in his bed.

You took the hint, rising beside him to grab your own things, admittedly in less of a hurry to leave than he seemed to be.

He paused, shifting to look over his shoulder to look at you as you gathered your things, pulling your clothes on quickly.

He shook his head. “No, you don’t have to leave. You can stay as long as you want.”

You knew he didn’t mean it, that he didn’t actually want you in his apartment on your own, but you appreciated the sentiment nonetheless, that he was at least being as gracious as he could.

You waved him off, working quickly towards making yourself scarce despite the feeling inside your chest tugging at you, pleading with you to stay.

But you didn’t want to stay, not really. Not with him gone.

Upon seeing that you were set on leaving he slowed, his frenzy calming seemingly to ensure he could leave with you.

It was a considerate gesture yet still it pulled a thread of guilt tight inside you, at inconveniencing him, holding him back from whatever he had to do.

You left at the same time, him being a perfect gentleman for you all the while, holding the door open for you and giving you a gracious nod as he headed on his way.

You spent most of your day debating whether or not you should show up at the casino that night. Would it look desperate? It probably would but to be honest, it wasn’t that far from the truth. Would he want you there?

When you got particularly nervous you couldn’t help but imagine him turning you away, deciding he was done with you, or pretending not to know you at all. You weren’t sure which would hurt worse.

But in the end, you couldn’t keep yourself away. It would take more self-control than you had on hand

You’d never been so nervous walking in before. It felt like everyone was looking at you. When you looked up, you saw Nocturne. His lack of features did nothing to disguise the fact he was staring at you.

You settled at his table, and he dealt cards while looking straight at you, his face entirely unreadable.

You had gotten no better at poker, despite his ‘lessons.’ In fact, you’d say you’d gotten much much worse.

You lost all your chips incredibly fast, not pacing yourself like you normally did, far too frazzled for that. In about an hour, your entire budget meant for your next visit was gone.

Part of you hoped maybe you’d be familiar enough with him soon that you wouldn’t need to come here every other week anymore. But maybe that was wishful thinking.

Everything in you wanted to go get more chips so you could return to his table with an easy excuse but you were already running ahead of what you should have spent this week.

So instead you waited, hoping he’d come up to you when his shift was done.

And so you sat, with about two hours ahead of you, waiting for midnight to come and for him to get off work.

You didn’t have much to do in the meantime. Normally you headed out as soon as you lost but part of you thought, or maybe just hoped, that he’d come talk to you.

Even if nothing came of it, you couldn’t leave without at least talking to him.

Not after last night.

You were incredibly bad at looking busy, it seemed, stirring a drink you didn’t want halfheartedly as you waited.

You tried not to feel too self-conscious. Other people were idling around you, you were far from the only loiterer, but you just felt like you were doing it wrong.

As long as you didn’t look too out of place, you supposed it didn’t matter.

And so there you sat, staring at the little whirlpool you’d formed in your drink as you waited, trying not to look up too much. You imagined it would only serve to make you look more nervous and flighty.

This determination to keep your head down meant that when someone cleared their throat next to you, you almost jumped out of your skin.

Your head jerked up to find a familiar, dark face.

He leaned back a little, looking almost sheepish. “Didn’t mean to startle you. Just wanted to say I’m sorry about this morning. I thought maybe you could come over again and I could make it up to you?”

“More lessons?” You weren’t sure if you were more excited or nervous about this turn of events.

What did he want? Just a repeat of last time? Probably. You set yourself on being grateful for it either way.

“Whatever you’d like.” He reached out to take your hand before clearly thinking better of it, pulling back as you followed him out of the casino and back to a familiar apartment.

The mood was decidedly different from the night before.

He shuffled off towards the kitchen immediately, looking back at you standing near the door.

“Come in,” he said, beckoning you forward. “What would you like?”

“What?”

He gestured back towards the kitchen. “To eat. I’m afraid I was a terribly rude host last night, I didn’t make you anything.”

You shook your head dismissively. “You weren’t rude.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. Anyways, what do you want.”

“You really don’t have to-” you tried to insist before he cut you off.

“And yet I’m going to. You’re not going to decide anything, are you? That’s fine. Do you like pasta?”

You gave him a small nod and he immediately started pulling out pots and boxes and fresh ingredients faster than you could keep track of them.

You wanted to help but you didn’t know where to start. He moved so swiftly and fluidly through the kitchen that it felt like any attempt to assist would hinder him more than anything.

You hesitantly moved to his side, asking a quiet, “What should I do?”

He gave you an amused glance. “Nothing. I’m making it for you, your job is just to sit back.”

You frowned, a crinkle forming between your brows. “I want to help.”

“You really don’t have to.” His voice was soft and low and you could feel your cheeks heat at the sound of it.

“But I want to,” you said, giving him what you hoped was a winning smile. “Now what are we making?”

He let out a fond little sigh and then put you to work. It was not lost on you that he was giving you the easiest tasks but you didn’t mind, you were happy with the compromise, so long as you were being helpful.

What made less sense to you than his insistence that you let him do most of the work was the way he made a point to stay away from you, keeping a careful distance as he moved gracefully about his tasks. Whenever you drew nearer to him he always found a convenient excuse to move to the other end of the kitchen.

At one point you reached out to grab the handle of a pan at the exact time he did and he pulled back before your hands had a chance to meet, almost like he’d been burned. You couldn’t help but worry you’d done something to upset him and that was why he was keeping his distance. But then why would he invite you here?”

So you tested the waters, intentionally bumping into him a few times, trying to make it as casual as you could.

He seemed nervous about it more than anything, almost leaning away as you got close to him.

You felt him go completely stiff as you brushed up next to him, your arms barely touching.

“You should be more careful,” he said, and you pulled away, embarrassment coloring your face.

But he hadn’t asked you to stop, he’d asked you to be more careful. Surely if he wanted you to stay away, he’d tell you as much.

So you pressed on, brushing up against him on occasion, desperate to figure out what was clearly making him uncomfortable so you could fix it.

The problem with touching him, which you wanted nothing more than to do, was it rendered you functionally useless. If you so much as bumped against him you were left grasping blindly for utensils and sticking your hands out in front of you to try desperately not to bump into anything.

It made you feel like an idiot. When he had to grab your hand to avoid you smacking it right into the hot stove that you would’ve sworn was feet away, you sheepishly stepped back from him, determined to stop making a fool of yourself.

But as soon as you both strayed far enough away from the stove you were back at his side, brushing against him again.

Your hand shifted around, feeling for a spoon in the dark, refusing to move away from his side as he just stood there. He wasn’t pulling away for once, you weren’t about to ruin this.

It wasn’t entirely unselfish. You wanted to touch him, you liked having him close. At least when he wasn’t desperately pulling away from you.

You heard a low chuckle and then a voice right next to you said, “Open your mouth,” his words moving hot air over your neck.

You did, patient and trusting, and were rewarded with a mouthful of warm food, delicious on your tongue.

“It’s amazing,” you declared, determined to show him how much you appreciated everything he was doing for you.

“Good, I’m glad.” You could practically hear the smile in his voice.

And then he pulled away and color bloomed back into your vision, leaving you feeling more disoriented than when it had been black.

“So what did you get up to today?” you asked, leaning back against the cold marble of the countertops.

He shrugged. “Nothing much, mainly just working.”

“Oh.” You’d hoped he’d at least pretend to have a reason he’d rushed off this morning.

You shouldn’t be here. You weren’t really sure why he’d invited you over at all. You’d clearly misread the situation, at least some part of it. He didn’t want to be close to you, had lied to you. All the evidence felt overwhelming. You were being a fool. There was nothing to figure out, you were taking advantage of his hospitality. He didn’t want you here, of course that was why he was pulling away. What other reason would there be?

His head cocked to the side. “What did I say? You look like a kicked puppy.”

“No, it’s fine, I can take a hint. I really didn’t mean to impose, now or this morning.”

He froze. “Oh my god, I forgot. This morning I was… I… No, you caught me, it was an excuse.”

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. “Right, understood. I should go.”

He reached out to grab you and then stopped, pulling back again. “Don’t go,” he settled for instead, sighing out the words with both of his hands firmly at his sides.

You shook your head. “I really don’t want to impose.”

“You’re not. It wasn’t an excuse for me.”

“What?”

“It wasn’t… I just wanted to give you an out.”

“An out? You were the one who left, you said I could stay.”

He sighed. “Not from my apartment, from me.”

You flinched back. “I get it, I understand not wanting some stranger to stick around, I promise in the future you can just tell me that. You didn’t have to lie.”

He groaned. “No, it’s not like that. I like you, I really do. You’re sweet. I thought you’d stick around just to be kind, I didn’t want to make you think you had to stay just because we slept together.”

You started to laugh as soon as he got the words out, unable to control the instinct. He stared at you in clear confusion until you managed to force out the words between giggles. “I was thinking the same thing about you. You know, I was trying so hard to be casual, I guess I fooled you a bit too well. Why would you think I wanted to leave anyway? I was clearly crazy about you. I was there constantly fawning over you and you thought I wanted to leave?”

“It’s not that crazy. I saw how scared you were when you woke up. I know I’m not exactly a convenient person to be around. Plenty of people are attracted to me, sure, it’s cool and sexy to be stuck in the dark like that, but it’s not something people want forever. People try blindfolds on for a fun, kinky night, they don’t do it every day. You can’t hold hands with me on walks, would have to avoid touching me if you wanted to do basically anything. I’ve been here before, the novelty wears off fast and I get left behind with it. Figured it was good to give you an out. And sometimes, maybe, it’s a little easier to leave first. Hurts less that way.”

You froze for a moment, unsure what to say. You leaned forward a bit, half intent on hugging him but as you watched him tense up once again, you leaned back into the counter.

“You know,” you began, choosing your words carefully, “I had the biggest crush on you for ages. It wasn’t just about your quick fingers and card tricks, although I have to admit, they didn’t hurt,” you said with a smile. “I first came there, to see you, because my friend said you were sweet. She said you made sure she felt safe there, that you kept a guy who was bothering her away. But more than that, you made her laugh afterwards, cheered her up. I had no idea how right she was. You always paid attention to me, made me laugh the whole time I lost, and let me hang around after. At first, I thought it was some sort of tactic, a way to get better tips, and I didn’t mind. But you never really seemed to pay that much attention to anyone else and I thought that it was awfully considerate of you to at the very least make sure I didn’t see when you did, to try and make me feel special, because surely that was all it could be. And even that gave me butterflies. You were so sweet and funny, but it couldn’t be anything more than that. So when you decided to take me home last night I was so excited not because it was some fun fantasy, but because it was you, and because you wanted me. You’re not a blindfold, you’re a person. And I can get gloves for walks or you can help guide me or.. I don’t know, I haven’t had much time to think about it, but I’m sure we could figure something out. If you wanted to, that is, I don’t…”

And then his mouth was on yours and the words you’d been saying faded away entirely.

His hand rose to cradle your cheek, holding you close, as he pulled you with him, slowly and steadily leading you somewhere, your mouths never parting.

The two of you fell back onto the couch and you didn’t even flinch at the movement. You trusted him, he wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

In the position you’d fallen into, you were on top of him, pinning him to the back of the couch.

He didn’t seem to mind, two of his tendrils snaking around your hips to pull you even closer, his hips just barely bucking up, begging for friction.

You gave it to him, grinding down on him as his tongue grazed the seam of your lips and you opened them to allow him inside.

He deepened the kiss eagerly, thumb stroking your cheek gently, sinking back into the couch to bring you further over him.

And then you smelled burning.

You pulled away from the kiss, trying to look towards the kitchen before realizing that you couldn’t.

He rose to try and meet your lips once more, tendrils trying to pull you back towards him.

You resisted the urge to give in to him, instead muttering a quiet, “Do you smell that?”

He flew off the couch and was in the kitchen in a second, taking the delicious food that had been basically finished and that you’d barely gotten a taste of off the stove.

He took a quick peek inside and you could tell in an instant that it was ruined as he dropped it into the sink with a sigh.

His hands rose to cover his face as he looked back at you, sitting disheveled on the couch and you swore if he were human, he’d be a bright red right now.

“I just wanted to make you dinner, oh my god,” he said, his voice muffled by his palms. “Some date this is.”

You perked up instantly. “This is a date?”

His fingers shifted open so he could look at you. “Maybe. If that’s alright with you.”

A delighted laugh escaped you, unbidden, before you were throwing yourself at him again, lips crashing together as you pulled his hands away from his face.

He took it in stride, hoisting you up onto the counter, which pulled a surprised little squeak from you.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down impatiently. You lifted yourself a little on the counter to allow him to pull them down, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh as he did.

“At last one of us should get to eat,” he muttered, nipping playfully at your thigh as you giggled, hands falling to tangle themselves in his hair.

It really was a shame, you decided, that you couldn’t admire him like this, between your thighs.

You whined out a quiet “please,” and he buried his face in your core in an instant, wasting no time and mercifully, making you beg no further.

He ate you out like a man starved, hands firmly pressed into your hips, holding you close, keeping you unmoving as you tried to buck into his face.

His tongue was longer than that of any man you’d been with before, snaking inside you before withdrawing so he could suck on your clit dutifully once more.

He didn’t so much as come up to breathe, lapping relentlessly at you. You were sure most of his face was covered with your wetness at this point and he couldn’t seem to care less.

You came like that, on his counter, his mouth working you over tirelessly.

Your back arched, shifting into him even further, practically fucking his face as you came.

Even as you came down from your orgasm he didn’t stop, tongue pressing deep inside of you as you let out whines of overstimulation.

You tugged him back by the hair and didn’t need your vision to be able to imagine the smug little self-satisfied look that was plastered across his face, You’d seen it more than enough times.

You shifted to move off the counter and his hands met your hips, pulling you off and making sure your feet reached the floor safely.

You smiled at him as he led you back towards the couch and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“My turn,” you said, leaning down before a tendril wrapped around your chin and pulled you back up.

“No, stay up here with me.”

You gave him a teasing grin. “Come on. I mean, you were supposed to feed me.

His grip on you remained unrelenting. “Please. I want to kiss you,” he said, his voice softer.

Who were you to deny him that?

Nimble fingers moved down, gentle and careful with you as they pushed inside you, and his lips met yours once more.

He tasted of you, a little sweet, moans escaping him as you licked into his mouth, desperate to feel more of him.

His fingers pulled out of you soon after he’d begun touching you and you couldn’t help but whine in displeasure.

Almost instantly his fingers were replaced by something thicker. He held tight to you as he pressed inside, slowly, until your hips met.

The tendril inside you now, the one that sat right between his legs, refused to stay still, squirming around in your tight heat, pressing against you perfectly, your back arching up at the movements.

He buried his head in your neck, his hands and tendrils alike keeping you close to him, as close together as two beings could be.

“God, you feel so good, so good for me. My perfect girl.”

Your hips bucked up, try to get movement, to get more.

He pressed soft kisses across your face as you hurtled towards a second orgasm, approaching much faster than the first. You were too far gone to kiss him back properly but he didn’t seem to mind.

Everything was messy and disorienting and you couldn’t be more content in it all, gripping onto him, wanting everything he’d give you as long as he’d stay close like this.

You were more than happy to let him do the work, to surrender to the sensations

As his hand absentmindedly stroked your lips, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, you took his fingers in your mouth, sucking on them dutifully, wanting as much of him as you could get.

“If you wanted your mouth filled so badly you can have it, you just have to ask nicely.

You let out a pleading noise. Talking felt impossibly hard, your thoughts moving slowly but desperately towards things that felt much more important than words, reaching for him again.

In a moment, that was no longer an issue, a thick tentacle entering your waiting mouth, pressing down gently on your tongue, almost caressing as your mouth hung open.

You came a second time like that, with one of his tendrils in your mouth as he thrusted in a steady rhythm inside of you.

It was less slow and soft than the last one, hitting you suddenly and quickly, leaving you with nothing to do but hold onto him. You let out a cry and gripped him hard enough to leave bruises on any human as he fucked you through it.

The tendril currently in your mouth squirmed and you could practically feel him trying to keep it from pushing further inside,

You moaned around it, unable to do much more than that as he thrusted hard and unforgiving into you, the rocking of his hips moving you in time with him.

His arms held you as more and more of his tendrils snaked across your body, wanting to touch as much of you as they could, endlessly greedy.

He grunted out the word “close” and as soon as he did, your mouth was suddenly empty again before impatient lips pressed against yours. You swallowed down his moans as he came inside you. His grip on your hips remained tight and you thought it just might leave marks. You hoped it would, wishing you could leave any on him in return.

He pulled out of you with a little hiss and moved to walk away before your hand swiftly reached out, pulling him back toward you as quickly as you could.

“You’re not going anywhere,” you said as you tugged him into a tight embrace.

He chuckled. “As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I should clean us up.”

You leaned back into the couch with a huff before suddenly and without warning, you were being lifted.

You sunk into his embrace, more than happy to be carried around. The sound of a tap turning on came from beside you but you ignored it, leaning into Nocturne’s chest.

And then, unceremoniously, you were dropped onto a familiar, soft bed.

Your vision returned for barely a moment before it was gone again, a warm cloth being stroked across your skin as he sunk into bed beside you, quietly cleaning both of you off as you snuggled into the covers.

He tugged at your shirt and only now did you realize it was still on. It had been all but forgotten during sex but now he pulled it off indignantly, like it was a barrier too much. Like he needed to be able to touch you. He pulled it off with a little of your help, throwing it unceremoniously to the floor and burying his head in your neck.

“No running off tomorrow morning, right?” you asked as your fingers carded through his hair.

“Of course not,” he said, his breath tickling your skin as he spoke. “I think I owe you breakfast.”

You gave a content little hum, hoping breakfast tomorrow was at least a little more successful than dinner had been.

Or maybe, upon reflection, you wouldn’t completely mind a repeat of tonight.

But then, you wouldn’t mind a cozy breakfast either. Wouldn’t mind eating across from him, not touching for a while so you could have the time to admire him. Wouldn’t mind eating in the dark so you could lean against him as you ate.

No, you thought. You wouldn’t mind any of it.

His tendrils snaked around your arms and waist to hold you close, all but trapping you against him, pulling you into a little cocoon of warmth as one grabbed the blankets and tucked them carefully around you.

“Is this okay?”

You nodded, pressing a soft kiss into the closest one.

He let out a quiet groan, the tendril reaching to caress your face.

Amidst the nest of tendrils you found yourselves cuddling inside of, you felt his hand reach for yours, your fingers entwining with his.

“Next time,” he muttered, “I’m going to make you the best dinner you’ve ever eaten, mark my words.”

You felt your heart swell, holding him tighter as he spoke.

Next time.

#terato #terato writing #monster x reader #monster x human #monster boyfriend #monster bf #shadow monster #shadow monster x reader #shout out to my lovely commissioner #really happy with how this turned out and they are to thank for it <3

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aklaustaleteller · 8 months ago

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Some Invisible String

Ever since the news of Klaus' death reached her, Y/n's heart remained shattered as she happily accepted the sole purpose of her immortal life to be mourning her love. But then a looming shadow out of the Mystic Grill catches her attention and to whom is it that some invisible string had tied to her for centuries?

Warnings - a lot of grief in the beginning but it ends happily I swear!

Word Count - 1.9k

Masterlist | please reblog the fic if you like it!

And part two to 'Should've known' is here!! I don't know how the hell did I manage to involve the song Invisible String into this, but it's turned out to be quite cute in my opinion, so I hope you like it as well <3

Y/n lived on to live a life as merely a withered shell of who she used to be. That new vampire girl who had found solace in Klaus’s human arms and in art, the one who had just begun falling back in love with life was long gone, stripped off of Y/n as if she’d been skinned alive.

Doing anything sent a heartstopping wave of hurt rippling through her flesh and bones. When she breathed it felt like air burned her lungs and tried to strangle her heart, leaving her mouth as she'd wake up gasping for it to return back inside and finish the job.

Tears pricked her eyes each night, her sniffles blocking out the air making her throat feel like it was being ripped out, her lungs and heart as if they were collapsing. That’d be, until she’d finally fall into that peaceful slumber in which she’d always return to lay in Klaus’ arms after being torutured by the grief that consumed her wholly.

So wholly that her sole purpose for the immortal life ahead of her felt like it was to mourn and grieve her love. Something that she’d been willing to do just to preserve her love for him, for always and forever.

But living in a world that took birth, grew old and then died, Y/n could go anywhere she wanted, anywhere but home to Klaus. She was left with no other option than to just flee before she could even mistakenly call a place her home.

It had been three hundred years. Three hundred years of restless nights, lifeless days and a heartless blood thirst that had her leaving a trail of blood behind on her move. So many years spent hiding her face beneath cloak-hoods, running into other supernatural creatures who were immediately frightened by her post in the vampire chart, and running away from the stupidly careless killers who couldn’t wrap their heads around the fact that were she to die, every single vampire would end up dead too.

It was rare for her to lose her patience, but it happened nonetheless – on the nights that she wanted to be wanted, to be loved and to be held so desperately that she couldn’t bear sight of a beating heart that was caged in the warmth of another’s safe hands.

No matter where she went, she couldn’t forget about him. It had taken her a while to realise that she didn’t want to forget him, but in the meantime that she hadn’t, she had turned away from everything else that she loved. From art, to history. Everything.

She avoided all of her dark red dresses as they reminded her of him never once failing to tell her how much he loved the colour on her, so much so that he’d bring that colour to her face while he’d slowly slip the dress off of her. So gentle was his heart that he even loved the crimson red that would slip out of the corners of her mouth when she’d feed, either off of him or anyone else – the way he’d wipe it off for her, and kiss her on the very same lips made her heart race to the point that she felt like she might just die from his touch.

On letting another hand graze her frame, she couldn’t help but stop it before things could escalate because her heart couldn’t let her mind to just let go for a little. Looks of disappointment and calls of slurs would be thrown at her by betrayed men, smirks or sympathetic looks passed to her by women who were witnesses to the assault.

Despite the cunning shards of her broken heart cutting her on the insides, she woke up every day and went outside to explore, just so that she could tell Klaus about it on starry nights, which were getting rarer and rarer in some places, Y/n had realised.

Just like every other morning since the past fifty or so years, she woke up and got decent before leaving her house. This day, she was walking the streets of Mystic falls, a small town that might’ve been attracting a little too much trouble than it can handle. And it was always the teenage girl with two vampires brooding over her who seemed to be the main magnetic pull, taking everyone who loved her with her into the dark pit that she’d dug herself.

Strolling inside the Mystic Grill, Y/n looked around and her eyes quickly met with the raven-haired man’s, who waved at her like he was a Villain going around toying with people like his puppets. It made her chuckle but despite that, she walked over to him and sat on one of the bar stools beside him.

“One Old fashioned please,” she told the bartender before turning to face him with a smile on her face. “So Damon, got another deal to make this morning?” She teased him, smirking once he was rolling his eyes.

“You know me so well,” with a sarcastic smile, Damon downed the rest of his drink. “And yes, I have got one,” he admitted, still.

Since she’d set foot in this town, the whiny group that consisted of him and his friends had been breathing down her neck, trying to strike a deal with her left right and centre as if she was going to say yes just out of pure annoyance.

And they should’ve caught by now, the fact that she wasn’t one to lose patience over such lousy things but she didn’t mind the constant bother, it kept her busy and a little entertainer, dare she say.

She would even sit with them in their boarding house and point out the unimaginably huge plot holes in their plans that led Damon to slam her into a wall with his hand around her neck. “You make one for her if you’re so clever, then,” he’d snarl and before he could let her go, she’d have smashed his face right into the wall she’d been pinned to.

“How stupid do you have to be to make such mistakes is beyond me,” she’d sighed. “One of these days you’re going to get your heart bloody ripped out,” she almost advised him, narrowing her eyes when he rolled his, holding his head in pain.

But still, because she’d crashed into people who were somewhat similar to her and didn’t need to hide from, she found herself wanting to stay a little longer, maybe she was finally going to let it rest and begin picking up the pieces of her broken heart. She doubted she was ever going to be able to put it back together, but at least she would have them picked up.

“What is it?” She asked Damon, knowing that even he knew that it’d be rejected the moment he’d spill it.

“We are going to kill Katherin…” Damon trailed off, not even meeting her eyes because despite the fact that he’d convinced everyone back at the house, he knew that this was nothing but a dire call for a mess out of stupidity.

They sat in there for a while, Y/n pointing out mistakes and Damon glaring at her before fixing the hole and moving on. The time had quickly escaped them and as their conversation neared an end, a strong force of gravity began pulling her heart down into her stomach, knowing that the restless night was finally creeping up on her, all over again.

She hugged him quite awkwardly because of Damon’s disdain regarding touch, and walked behind him as they exited the place. The sun had begun setting, causing the anxiousness inside Y/n to begin eating away at her for the night. “I hope I won’t have to see you tomorrow, you exhaust my brain,” Y/n mumbled, fishing out her car keys.

“Oh c’mon, you know my stupidity will kill me,” he repeated her words, making her roll her eyes with a grin forming on her face. Biding their goodbyes, Damon crossed the road to walk home while Y/n went to her right, towards her car.

And it was then when she noticed a dark figure looming in the shadows, making her clutch her keys tighter. God, she truly wasn’t in the mood to kill today.

“And you are?” She asked, still at the very distance that she’d stalled at, her vamp-instincts buzzing underneath her skin, preparing her to defend herself from a possible attack and to kill the darer.

The man walked out of the shadows then, the streetlight shining down on him. He slowly raised his gaze but when it landed on her face, all arrogance and smugness dropped down from his face as he felt his breathing come to an abrupt stop.

Y/n knew she most likely had the same expression on her face as the man standing in front of her, and she began taking hindering and wobbly steps towards him. “Is that you, Nik?” She breathed, her whisper loud enough to be caught by his mystical hearing.

When he didn’t move an inch, her hand frantically moved to place itself on his neck. “Niklaus?” She called louder this time, bringing him out of his trance as a sudden rush of air hit his lungs.

“Y/n,” he whispered, his hand coming to hold hers and in whoosh they had their arms wrapped so tightly around each other that it was a surprise not a bone had cracked. Klaus’ body immediately came to rest as it remembered this feeling to be the very same as when Y/n used to hold him, back in the days.

Klaus was really here and she was in his arms, and he was holding onto her with just as much desperation as she was.

She brought herself away from his neck, tears leaking out of her eyes as she scanned his face. “How?” Her question came out in a breath that Klaus immediately sucked in, pressing his lips to hers.

Passion coursed through their bodies as Y/n’s body moulded itself around Klaus’ to grasp at every scrap of touch it could find. Her hands clutched the collars of his jacket, pulling him impossibly closer to herself while she pushed herself into him, her nose smushing against his cheek.

And Klaus’s shoulders were bunched up beside his neck as his hands cupped her cheeks, holding her still as his tongue clashed with hers, eager to claim back what's been his for a long time.

To catch their breaths, they broke the kiss but Klaus made sure he was still holding her and he looked into her eyes when she rested her forehead against his’.

“It was your blood,” Klaus smiled at her, watching something light up within her eyes on realisation.

“I’ve spent all these years looking for you,” he continued, pressing a quick kiss on her mouth. “It was as if there was some invisible string, tying me to you,” he looked at her so softly with tears reddening his eyes that Y/n couldn’t help but let slip a broken sob, her face wet with her own tears.

“Isn’t it so pretty to think?” She asked him, voice barely above a whisper as her mouth brushed against his when she spoke. “That a single thread of gold tied me to you?”

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bruhstation · 5 days ago

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hello tumbled er

greetings and salutation. it is I, senja heterocaine, speaking to you through your favorite home screens. now you might be wondering: where on earth has senja heterocaine disappeared to these past 5 months? well the answer is as simple as it gets

I focused on my studies.

well yes that is the main reason. but that's like the nerd "obvious" answer. there’s other reasons too. some of which includes me getting into new interests, revisiting my old, hibernating interests, getting involved in university organizations and events, getting more involved in big family stuff since I'm the oldest and the only of-age grandchild of grandma from mom's side.... lots of stuff

so I just finished the third semester of premed school right. honestly speaking, with how I was losing motivation on drawing, the art block post-art fight, and lack of time, I decided to well, take a break. and it’s pretty convenient too since it was early on in the third semester. during the entirety of it I was feeling pretty proud of myself like "oh I've been studying a lot. I've taken a break from drawing and blog stuff. surely things will get better" and it did! not immensely but it's significant enough that for once I don't feel an indescribable sense of terror after the semester ends. the focus of this semester was about reproduction systems and growth and development which is pretty fun? we get to use models and medical phantoms hands-on and poke them with needles and other rube goldberg contraptions. I did miss breeding bacterias in petri dishes and seeing my friends burn the microbiology lab’s ceiling like last semester though. my grades are also improving… slowly but surely

(aftermath not pictured: me lounging on the couch scrolling through quora to see if there are people currently in college wanting to drop out)

maybe I was aiming too high. at least my grades are better than the previous two semesters and my social life is much better than it was back in high school. speaking of exams -- I went through my first osce exam around a week ago (practical exam to see if you can actually perform the skills labs lessons from the entire semester like you're a real physician). it was the most terrifying day of the month. my dentist said I have a big tongue and that’s why I can’t speak properly if I’m being too fast. ntm I WAS NERVOUS!!! MY FIRST OSCE!!! with how I memorized everything I needed, I was pretty confident that I'd pass, though. I didn't and retook the exam the next day. the prelude was the worst crash out ever

ah ptooey. I'll just take it like a champ. my tutor who's 3 years older than me and currently in the anesthetic rotation of co-ass told me that things will get easier but that's very subjective. he's a medical olympiad student after all. my parents are pretty happy though with how my academic life is becoming better so that's that

LETS MOVE ON TO SOMETHING LIGHTER. section B: what I've been getting into ever since bruhstation was put on cryostasis

you know Transformers One (2024)? the transformers movie directed by josh cooley? based on the Transformers(tm) franchise by Takara Tomy and Hasbro? most tragic break up movie of the decade? I watched it twice, squealed once, and left me broken and inconsolable for weeks on end. it made me revisit my dormant transformers interest after 5 years. I've reread the idw comics (mtmte, LL, taao, main transformers comic), and is currently checking out more (reading the wreckers saga right now). god it made me miss rodimus and friends' zany space opera adventures. I've always envisioned casa tidmouth to have the same tone as mtmte... the oftentimes dark humor, fridge horror stuff, weird magic/science, the roller coaster of emotions, confronting the past... its crazy good.

stories where misfits and knuckleheads band together in a confined space while having crazy doctor who-like adventures am I right. like I want casa tidmouth to be like that. remind me to thank 14 year old me for this trip down memory lane. and as usual, I tend to make self-indulgent crossovers of any interest I'm thinking about at the moment with casa tidmouth

a terrifying sneak peak on what's to come.

I've been working on my oc projects too. you may have seen some of them on artfight (graciela, saudade, altair, etc) but I've been focusing the most on graciela and saudade's universe, children's heterotopia. it has the largest amount of characters in any story I've created (not counting casa tidmouth), the most effort put into planning the stories and weaving in its themes about capitalism, patriarchy, period-typical bigotry, etc. there's human experimentation and they're given powers that range from punching super hard to time and space displacement. I also inserted whatever I wanted into the story. sure, yes, there's a lesbians-only organization of which its members are named off the knights of the round table, theres a mafia that focuses more on the family drama and attempted parricide from all angles, and tragic assassin maids of which their names are wuthering heights references. also if you've been following my main tumblr hajimedics for a while, you might've seen my three fairly oddparents ocs. well I've given them the tezuka star system treatment and inserted them into children's heterotopia as well.

I've also gotten into UTAU production! I've made a number of UTAU covers but haven't uploaded them to youtube. only shared them around with my friends on priv twitter. a good friend of mine assisted in the creation of my own UTAU voicebank! their name is TORKA (like "torque"), their voice bank has a slight accent when singing in japanese (because I'm their voice lol) and CV-only, their in-universe lore is that they're an intergalactic train conductor picking up wayfarers and outcasts trying to find a place in the vast universe, and I love them dearly

moving on! this is a thomas the engine and company blog THIS IS A LIFE UPDATE POST

I'd rather not discuss about how I'm doing mentally in deep detail BUT what I'll say is that I can't confidently say "I'm doing better" or "I'm doing worse" because it always depends on the days. things are okay-ish nowadays. some days are scary. some days are boring. I still experience delusions, (ironically) worried about my anhedonia, and believe that certain bouts of confidence will trigger a jinx, but I think I've been controlling myself well? at least? I keep internalizing the belief that I'm an adult. 20 years old. I have to act accordingly and my life in real life is ten times more important than the internet. things are going to change more and more once I graduate premed and began the co-ass program. I have to think 10 steps into the future. building successful connections before you turn 30. sigma grindset and all that. sorry that was my father using my body as a spirit medium

AND ALSO. ALSO. BACK TO THE BLOG DO YOU GUYS REMEMBER THAT ONE TIME I PROMISED TO MAKE A COMIC BASED ON THE RESULTS OF THE 1000 FOLLOWERS POLL AND NEVER DID UNTIL NOW. I'm terribly sorry. I promise I will get into it I SWEAR procrastination is kicking my ass. I have to plan the dialogue and script and stuff AND DRAW BUT

BUT HERE’S THE FUNNY THING

THE BLOG REACHED 2000+ FOLLOWERS A FEW MONTHS AGO

NOW WHAT DO I DO TO CELEBRATE?

I don’t know honestly. I haven’t done the 1000+ followers celebratory comic, and NOW I HAVE 2000+ FOLLOWERS. THERES 2000+ OF YOU NOW!!!!! THAT’S CRAZY (IN A GOOD WAY)!!!! I thank you all for sticking with bruhstation through thick and thin for around 2 and a half years. I’m glad for all your support, fanarts, asks, and such truly. like wow. 2k. in such a short time too! thanks guys. admittedly, I feel kind of guilty to leave everyone hanging for months with nothing to give, especially with such a high follower number. and realistically? I don’t think I’ll be able to draw as much as I used to. like I’ve said earlier, I’ve been busy with my personal life and oc projects. it’s not like I’m abandoning this blog any time soon? I’m just speaking from a logical perspective, given my status as a student and (possibly, hopefully) future doctor too. I don't want to burn myself out posting like thrice a week, answering asks daily, I want to take things slow. at my own pace. maybe I'll focus on designing side characters as well and thinking about their roles in the story! but that's for another day. I’m just glad everyone’s still sticking around and enjoying my silly stuff

I do want to draw more for this blog! I want to put thomas and co. in more situations. make them dance for all our entertainments. but when you’re an adult, you realize that you have your own priorities. you can’t always do the things you wanna do. you can’t just drop something you don’t like out of the blue. sometimes you have to sigh, scratch the back of your neck, and brave it while saying “I sure am getting old”

oh and also I'm a butch lesbian now. still he/they (heavy preference on he/him), still preferring masculine terms like "mr", "sir", "guy", still as crazy as ever. still aroace too and not interested in dating, something that's been a constant in my identity ever since I'm in early high school. little have changed I can assure you this. I am still senja. senja heterocaine from the net.

and thus concludes senja’s life update post! what will the next post after this be about? something gordon-centric again? serious colored art? old men yaoi? silent hill UK localization? place your bets. everyone loves a good laugh

#life update post: now with illustrations #zin.txt #thomas the tank engine #ttte gordon #ttte james #judea (oc)#casa tidmouth #tugs zip #tugs ten cents #fortezza bigg city #very long post #senjart

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joedirtymadre · 9 months ago

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How bout an angst and fluffy Luffy x reader? Like, he's trying his best to be a good boyfriend but he doesn't know exactly how do it. So he gets insecure and afraid of reader leaving him

The Painting

LUFFY X READER! ANGST + FLUFF! (STILL ACCEPTING REQUESTS! SEND EM RN! 😤😤)

You were peacefully working on a new painting. You had a strong passion for art, but recently you have decided to pick up painting again. Plus, today is a slow day on the ship, so why not? You hummed to yourself, as you continued to add the finishing touches to your work. “Wow, you really outdid yourself this time,” you smiled to yourself as you took a moment to look at your canvas. It was a portrait of the whole crew, you wanted to surprise everyone at dinner with it. You spent the last few weeks on it too, so I’m sure that they’ve been waiting for the reveal.

You then heard your door open and saw Luffy. “Hey Luffy,” you smiled. “Hi (Y/N)! Hey can I hide here? I’m playing hide and seek with Usopp and Chopper,” he explained as he ran over and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. “Sure, but please don’t tip over my supplies. Last time you made a mess I spent 2 weeks cleaning it up,” you sighed. “I promise!” He said as he quickly jumped into your supply closet.

You continued your artwork, until you were disrupted again. You heard a small knock on the door and soon Chopper opened the door. “Hi Chopper, what brings you here?” You asked. “Hi (Y/N)! Have you seen Luffy?” He asked. “Hmmm… I haven’t sorry,” you smiled. “Hmmm… well can I look around your office? Just in case,” he said. “Go ahead,” you said as you continued painting.

Chopper checked under the table, in your art boxes, and was now heading to your closet. You lightly giggled as you knew your boyfriend was about to get caught. Chopper quickly opened the closet door, and out jumped Luffy. He began running around the small office, “Hey Luffy, this isn’t tag!” Chopper shouted as he chased him. “Now it is!” He yelled, as they circled around you. “Luffy be care-“ you were cut off by Luffy running into you. You fell straight into your paint, easel, and most importantly your painting.

The two boys quickly stopped and stared as you slowly picked yourself up and stared at the destroyed painting. Smudged and ripped, even your easel broke. “(Y-Y/N) I-“ you ran out before you could hear another word from your stupid boyfriend.

Luffy’s POV

I watched as (Y/N) ran off, I tried to chase after her but Chopper blocked me. “Wait! I think she should be alone right now Luffy, she might say something she doesn’t mean because of how she’s feeling. So, just give her some space,” he explained. “But I have to tell her I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to play,” I explained. “I know, but we messed up. Really bad, and she needs time to herself right now,” Chopper said. I grabbed my head in frustration.

I looked over to the destroyed painting and realized it was a painting of all of us. “This is what she’s been working on for weeks,” I said softly. “Oh no, and we ruined it!” Chopper cried. “No, I ruined it. I always ruin things for her,” I said as I picked up the painting. “That’s not true, she loves you Luffy,” Chopper said. I shook my head, “She deals with me, I keep doing dumb things and it always ends with me hurting her or breaking her stuff,” I sighed as I placed the canvas on her table.

“It’s ok Luffy, if she didn’t love you she wouldn’t be with you. Right?” Chopper asked. “I guess,” I said. “I’m gonna go check on her,” Chopper said before running out of the room. I sat on her stool and stared at the mess I made. “Why do I keep messing things up? Maybe… I should leave her alone, then she wouldn’t have to deal with me. She could tell me to leave her alone if we weren’t dating, like Nami,” I said to myself.

I dragged myself to the deck and straight to my spot, to try and think. “Hey Luffy,” Nami said as she sat on her beach chair. “Hey…” I said softly as I continued to drag myself. “What’s wrong? Did (Y/N) kick you out of her art room?” She laughed. “No,” I moped. “Woah, then what’s wrong? Here come take a seat,” she said as she pointed to the other beach chair.

I told her the whole story and ended up with 4 bumps on my head. “You idiot! How could you do that to her?” Nami frowned. “I know… Nami… has she ever talked about how much I mess up around her?” I asked. “(Y/N)? No, not really. She just tells me how fun and cute you are,” she explained. “Really? Even that time I broke her clay pot?” I asked. “Oh man, she was so mad that day, but no… Now that I think about it she didn’t talk bad about you,” Nami said. “What about the time I accidentally squeezed her paint tube too hard and it got all over her face?” I asked. “Nope, nothing,” she said. “Or when I dropped-“ I was cut off.

“Ok I get it, you’ve done a lot of bad things. But she’s never talked bad about you, I think she knows that mistakes happen… especially around you,” Nami pointed out. “But I really messed up this time, what if she wants to break up. She should break up with me… I keep making her mad or sad,” I sighed as I fell back into the chair. “Or… you could make it up to her. Come on captain, you’ve fought warlords and admirals. I’m sure you can fix this problem and make your girlfriend a little less mad at you,” she said. “You’re right! I can try and fix it!” I said excitedly. “But I’m gonna need help,” I said, determined.

Your POV

You’ve been in bed for the last 6 hours. Chopper and Nami checked up on you, but you had no strength to get up. You just need some time to calm down. Suddenly a knock on your door, you didn’t respond, hoping the person on the other side would think you’re asleep. However, the door slowly opened. You saw your idiot captain peek inside, “(Y/N)?” He called out.

“Go away Luffy, I don’t feel good right now,” you said as you turned around, showing your back to him. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry, really sorry… I know you’re really mad at me, but I wanted to make it up to you,” he said as he stepped close. “How?” You asked. “Can I show you?” He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. You slowly turned around, seeing a distressed look on your usually careless boyfriend. “Sure,” you said calmly before getting up.

“But I need you to wear this,” he said, handing you a blindfold. You stared at it with one eyebrow raised. “Please?” He asked. You nodded and quickly put it over your eyes, you then felt a warm hand grab yours. “Alright hold on,” you heard, before being picked up in bridal style. “L-Luffy?” You asked, feeling your face heat up. “Well, I don’t want you to trip while being blindfolded, so I’ll just carry you,” he explained.

You then laid in his arms as he carried you to wherever it was that he wanted to show you. “Alright, I’m gonna put you down now,” he said softly before helping you down onto your feet. “Alright now on 3, take off your blindfold,” he said as he stepped away from you. “Ok,” you said.

“1,2,3,” he said, and you quickly took off the blindfold. You gasped at the scene in front of you. It was your art room, clean and way more organized than it was before. Also, your easel was fixed with a bunch of more upgrades to it, and finally your eyes fell to the painting on the easel. “My painting!” You said excitedly. You smiled as you saw the rough strokes and the taped backing. It wasn’t perfect, but it was way better than how it looked earlier.

“Did you do all of this?” You turned to ask Luffy. “I had some help, but I wanted to fix what I messed up earlier,” he explained. You ran over and gave him a kiss, “Thank you Luffy! I’m so happy,” you smiled and hugged him. “You’re not still mad?” He asked nervously. “Mad?” You asked, confused. “Well… I always mess up your crafts or art projects, I know how upset it makes you,” he said as he stared at the floor. “Well I do get a bit upset, but I know you don’t mean it. I just give myself some time alone so I don’t say anything that I might regret later,” you explained. “Wow, Chopper was right,” he said.

“But I’m really sorry I messed up your painting, I know how hard you worked on it,” he said, before pulling you into a hug. “It’s ok, I forgive you. Just next time, no more games in my art room, ok?” You asked. “Deal,” he smiled. “Oh, I made you something,” he said, pulling away. “Huh?” You asked. He grabbed a small canvas from the table and turned to show you.

You pouted when you realized it was a portrait of you and him. “I know it’s not that good, but-“ you interrupted him. “It’s perfect! I’ll hang it up right now!” You said as you pulled him into a hug. “Really?” He said excitedly. “Yeah, and we should paint together sometime, you’re a natural,” you smiled, before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “You think so? I did have fun doing this,” he grinned. “Mhmm!” You nodded and you both went to hang his masterpiece on your wall.

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cherry-pop-elf · 1 month ago

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Over For Dinner

Art The Clown x Reader

AN: I got SO MUCH love for my Your Own Happy Ending so here we are with more horror x reader content!

Sum: Halloween had passed and Christmas was just around the corner. You were just doing some domestic things when you couldn’t help but notice a window was open. One you had locked

Warnings: 18+, Violence, gore, home intruder, Art being Art, MUTE Art (gotta take the disability rep when we can) gun violence, implied cannibalism, attempted sexual assault, (but we all know revenge is on its way. Shout out to my fellow victims that need their comfort killer to kill their abusers) it’s gonna get messy, very horror aesthetic story line, just. Art being art. (Needs another warning 😭) and of course domestic fluff as icing on this murder cake

“Honey! Where did you put the Christmas lights?!” You shouted to your boyfriend, only to stumble upon them in the kitchen. Just where he had left them for you.

“NEVER MIND-!”

You would grab the box, and started to hang the slightest all through out the interior of the home. Oh the joys of LED lights. Saves you money while still enjoying the festive spirit.

It wasn’t Halloween, sure, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be fun. To enjoy the lights, music, sounds, and pleasures. Each holiday had its own little flavor. Some might not enjoy certain flavors, others may have a favorite. Doesn’t hurt to dabble in multiple.

You were humming away at some Christmas tune, while wrapping the lights or hanging them, when you stumbled upon an open window. You would poke your head out, and looked around. Was wondering where that draft came from.

You pulled your head back in, and then closed it shut. That’s when you noticed something was off with the lock. It was locked in place, yet the window had been open. You gave the window another look over and found that the wood work looked strange. Like someone shoved a crowbar between it and forced it open. The small splintering a reaction from it.

“Honey?” You called out, trying to reason that maybe it was his doing. Some kind of prank of sorts. Yeah. Your boyfriend was quite the card after all. Would make sense that he would do something wild. Always liked to keep you on your toes.

Still…..This wasn’t his style. Not his style at all. Was way too subtle. He’s NOT the subtle type.

You hurried back into the kitchen, and pulled out one of the knives from your block. Someone was inside the house. Someone who shouldn’t be.

“Hey honey?! You still in the attic?!” You called out, as you slowly walked the hallways. Maybe if you kept making it clear you weren’t the only one in the house that the intruder would get scared and run off. Right?

That’s what you hope anyway. You had a theory that this person assumed you lived alone. Your boyfriend always made sure to leave the house at night, and it was normally very late at night no less. People wouldn’t assume you had someone live with you.

“Honey?!” You called again, wondering why he wasn’t responding. Yeah he can’t respond, but he had ways to indicate he heard you. You made the effort to learn sign language for him, and he made the effort to find alternatives to share his voice with you.

Just where was it right now?

Slowly through the hallways you went. Each step as calculated as it could be. Every creak of a floorboard was memorized by all your little hide and seek games with your partner. All the corners treated with care. Any sound you heard was listened as hard as ears could muster.

Nothing but wind, cars driving by, and your own breathing.

Like a crack of lighting the back of your head was grabbed, and your face was slammed into the wall. Such pain made your body instinctively let go of your blade, and reach for where you hurt. Curse your human reaction. Hardly so much as touched your face when you were yanked away from the bloody wallpaper.

A arm was around your throat, and another around your waist. Your fingers tried to tear at the arm on your neck, but the invader was wearing thick clothing. No way for you to get any kind of hit. All you could do was fight to breathe.

“I know you are home all alone. That Honey bullshit isn’t fooling me. Now just play nice and you won’t get hurt more than needed. Got it?” The man would speak into your ear, as you felt cold metal being pressed against your temple.

Guess you gotta play nice.

“The hell do you want, huh?” You snapped. Suppose when your lover is a few lions short of a full circus you don’t get scared of dangerous situations as easy as you should. If this was between you and your boyfriend it would simply be foreplay.

“Well for starters money. You got yourself a pretty fancy house here. Not enough for security cameras, but it’s clear you got enough. I also want to have some fun with you. No point wasting a warm body.” He chuckled at you, as he would rub the gun across your body. Made you want to gag. Or was that just the borderline suffocation?

“Fuck off. For your information I do have a boyfriend. My boyfriend is an insane bastard no less. He’s going to turn you into mush for what you are doing to me. He’s around here somewhere. Must be behind the house helping decorate. You are dead meat when he comes in here!” You threatened, just to get the barrel of the gun pointed back at your temple.

“Oh will you fucking shut up? You got no boyfriend. I’ve been watching this house for ages. Never seen him once. It’s always just been you. I sure as hell never heard him either-!” That’s when you had to cut in. “He’s mute you shit head. Of course you wouldn’t hear him-!” That just made him laugh.

“You are really sticking to that whole boyfriend thing, huh? Well if it’s true then that means you know how to please a man. Don’t you?” That made you shiver in disgust, as he gave another tight hug around your waist. Just finding any excuse to touch you.

That’s when there was the sound of the back door opening.

“Who the fuck is that?” He would grit between his teeth, as you grinned.

“My boyfriend. Duh.”

That didn’t please him one bit. The attacker was soon trying to drag you somewhere else in the house. To try and maybe buy some time to think of how to handle two people against one. You sure made sure he struggled though. Kicking your legs, and trying to make a noise. The cold metal to your temple made it clear you couldn’t speak or it’s game over. So all you can do is legs.

He was making an attempt for the stairs, to try and make distance away from the back door, but that just gave you the perfect kicking items. You nailed each photo frame you could with your feet. Sent them crashing down, and glass breaking. Was very loud against the quiet house. Not to mention since it’s on the stairs they would go toppling down.

That noise alerted your boyfriend in an instant, and now he was at the bottom of the stairs.

He looked like such a normal guy. Snow was still fresh on his black boots and pants. A cozy white sweater and gloves. A nice finish was a black beanie. Looked like your typical string bean. The only thing that seemed off at all was his very defined nose. If not that, just another guy off the street.

“Watch it! I’m the one with the gun here! Don’t try anything or the bitch gets it!” The man would yell at your boyfriend, as said boyfriend held his hands up. Acting as if he was a scared man.

“We are going to do things my way. That means no funny business, got it?!” You couldn’t stop your snort, despite the dire situation. Had him look down at you, and press the gun harder into your temple.

“The hell is so fu-!”

Bang.

The intruder wasn’t the only one with a gun.

He was just to damn fast for the attacker to comprehend. One second he had a gun at your head, the next he was tumbling down the stairs. Screaming in pain, as he had been shot right into his hand.

“I warned ya! But no~! Someone wanted to be all big and tough huh?” You mocked, as you would come down the stairs. Stepped right over him, and gave your knight in shining armor a kiss of gratitude. Arms wrapped around his neck, and his own around your waist.

“Eh. Guess we should be good hosts and have him over for dinner. I know you love fresh meat.” You giggled, as your attacker was in pain and confusion. Didn’t have time to ask what you meant, before he was tossed over the shoulder of the man who shot him. Gun playfully spinning in his hand, as you focused on cleaning up the mess.

You would hum away, as you would hang up the photos that weren’t broken, meanwhile the intruder was screaming for help. Begging for god to save him.

There was no god here.

You would take the gun off the stairs, and bring it to a trunk that was stuffed full of weapons. Many your boyfriends, but most from all the other people who tried to fuck with the clown.

You locked it up, and came to the kitchen. Going to get some bleach from under the sink.

“Aw dammit. We ran out of bleach. Art, sweetie, do we have any in the pantry?” You looked over so casually, while the man was strapped down on the marble counter top. Currently having himself become a dissected mess. Organs currently being pulled out and separated.

Art would give you a nod, before getting back to work. That work being pull the man’s heart out, and offering it to you. Had you all giggly, as you kissed his bloody cheek.

“Aren’t you sweet. I’ll clean up the stairs while you finish with dinner. Guess we don’t have to worry about a Christmas ham this year. Thanks so much for coming over! Saved us alot of stress.” You would wave at the man, as he would soon just lay there. Eyes glossy from death pulling him to wherever his soul may lay.

“My hero.” You laughed, as you kissed his cheek again. Was happily returned, before you two nuzzled your noses together. As if simply newly weds.

What a way to start the holidays.

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