#but I like that the beginning was a basic show of strength with their fists

[cj-marj]

Thinking back to this post I saw where someone described how Jinwoo is really not a gamer and they’re so right. This dude keeps using and developing his dagger skills when he’s actually much stronger using his bare fists. Just imagine the architect looking at bro like “BRO YOURE A BOXER TYPE! DROP THE WEAPONS!”

Legit every time Jinwoo dropped his daggers to use his fists, it was wraps. Yet somehow he still gets hype using em and they’re his go to weapon. I gotta see him try to play a combat video game bro 💀 I just know Jinah will wash him with combos.

[mrsshabana]

𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄!𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 ⛧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary You soon discover that your touch is the only thing that Gyutaro can feel. Pain and pleasure - he wants it all. As his master, he wants to serve you and make you happy. Hoping that if he does a good job you might reward him with what he's been craving. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, gore, body horror, violence, vaginal sex, creampie, master/slave, masochism, sadism, praise kink ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.6k words

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A blush quickly spreads across your cheeks, "Y-You want me to touch you more?"

He groans and nods, clumsily stepping closer to you until your chests touch.

You can't help but feel flustered as he presses his body against you. Being so close to the boy you've had a crush on for so long. Well, he isn't quite the same boy is he now? But he's still Gyutaro, and even though he's different now you still love him just the same.

You begin to run your fingers down his chest, caressing his sides and gently touching the stitches that keep him together. He shudders under your touch, his eyelids fluttering as he struggles to keep them open from the pure pleasure he feels.

Just the simple sensation of your fingers touching his skin brings him more pleasure than he's ever felt when he was alive. He wants more, he needs it. But these soft gentle touches aren't enough, he craves a sensation more intense, he just wants to feel.

Desperate for more, he scans your desk for anything useful. Spotting a sharp letter opener, he grabs it and shakily puts it in your hand.

"My letter opener?" You say with confusion as you hold the metal tool.

"C-C...tt" he struggles to speak, getting frustrated he slams his fist into the wall.

Your body jolts, reacting to his anger. You'd be lying if you said you didn't fear him.

When he was alive he was a sweet boy with a chill attitude. But now undead, his temper often flares and he acts out. You can't blame him though, if you struggled with basic things you'd get frustrated too. But his new form combined with his strength always makes you fearful when he gets angry like this.

He looks down at you with a frustrated expression, his sharp teeth exposed in a scowl as he has you cornered against the wall.

"I-It's ok Gyu," you try to comfort him, "Show me what you want, take your time."

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down as he doesn't want to scare you. His eyes soften as he takes your hand, pressing the tip of the letter opener against his chest. Then he pushes down, and drags your hand, making you cut an incision down his chest. His skin splits open, but the thick blood underneath doesn't spill out.

A satisfied moan escapes his lips as his nerves tingle with pain.

You quickly retract your hand, "Gyutaro! Doesn't that hurt?!"

He nods and tries to move your hand to do it again.

"No!" You protest, "I don't want to hurt you!"

"H-Hurt... goo...ood," he groans.

"Hurt good?" you contemplate his words, "It hurts, but it feels good?"

He nods, happy that you finally understand. "Feel... f-feel m-much."

Now you get it. It seems that he's only able to feel when you inflict it upon him. Whether it be a simple caress or painfully cutting his skin. He craves more because it rids him of the emptiness he feels inside. Yes, it hurts but the intense sensation feels so addicting to him that he can't help but want more. He just wants to fill that void.

To your surprise, you look down to see a tent in his pants. His arousal quickly growing.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about whether he could still get hard or not. With his heart not beating and his blood not flowing you thought it impossible. But with your touch, his body seems to come alive temporarily. The thick blood inside of his undead body flowing to where it's needed.

"Does this feel good, Gyu?" You whisper into his ear as you drag the tip of the blade down his abdomen.

"G-G-ood... y-es...," he whimpers, becoming needy for you, "More," he growls, forcefully grabbing your waist and pushing you against the wall. He wastes no time gripping your thighs and hoisting you up, somehow finding the strength to hold you and position himself nicely between your legs.

It's as if every time you inflict pain upon him it gives him more strength. Eggs him on more and more, causing his instincts and motor skills to kick in again.

"That's it, good boy," you coo, sliding your hand down his pants until you feel his erection in your hand, "You're doing such a good job."

He groans, feeling the pleasure of your hand wrapping around him. Only causing him to grow harder with every touch, that part of his body becoming more alive by the second.

Lucky for you, and him, his dick hadn't started decomposing like some of his other body parts have. So you don't have to worry about it detaching like his limbs sometimes do. What a nightmare would that have been?

You begin stroking him, being gentle at first to ease him into it. Slowly you can feel his body warming up from your touch. So much so that you swear you can see a hint of pink in his lifeless cheeks.

He's left a groaning, moaning mess as you touch him. Overwhelming his body with so many sensations he forgot even existed.

"Come on, don't just stand there," you tease him, pressing the blade against his cheek, "Do you want to fuck me or not? I promise it'll feel even better than this."

His eyes widen and he nods enthusiastically, like he's so eager to please you. You are his master after all. And the only thing that feels better than that blade cutting his flesh is pleasing his master.

In a hurry, he shimmies out of his pants. Then he lifts your skirt, hooks his fingers under your panties, and tears them off. Looking up at you for approval.

"You're so cute," you giggle and kiss his cheek, "You're doing good, don't worry. If you keep this up I might just reward you."

He shudders at the mere thought of having you mark him again, leaning into your touch. His movements clumsy as he desperately tries to enter you.

You're patient with him as he tries his best. It takes a few attempts but he manages to finally slide into you. There's some resistance due to his size, but he doesn't care. Pushing his hips forward anyways, wondering if you will enjoy the pain of him splitting you apart just as much as he does.

"Ah!" You gasp, wrapping your arms around him and holding onto his broad shoulders to support yourself as he starts thrusting.

He didn't think anything could feel better than pain, but he was wrong. Being deep in your warm, wet cunt is like heaven. Better than heaven actually. If he had to choose dying and going to heaven, or being a zombie and having you all to himself. He'd pick you every time.

The pleasure is indescribable, and it's only amplified by the fact that you're the only thing that makes him feel alive.

For the first time since he's died, his veins bulge as they pump life into his body, his thrusts becoming even more sporadic.

He looks at you with pleading eyes, seeking his master's approval. "G-Gyu...taro g-good?" he says between moans.

"Y-yes," you nod, "You're doing very good. I'll give you that reward I promised~"

His eyes widen, and he has a twisted grin on his face as he awaits his reward.

To his surprise, you drop the letter opener. The sound of the metal clinging to the hardwood flooring echoes in the room.

Instead, you dig your nails into his back, hard enough to break the skin, and drag them down.

He breaks out into a sweat, his body shuddering in pure bliss at the sensation. The pain and pleasure combine into the ultimate cocktail of pleasure, crafted just for him. And he can't take it for very long.

His thrusts get sloppy as he pounds into you at a ferocious pace. Feeling so alive that he actually feels the lively urge to fill you with his seed, the survival instincts to impregnate you.

Almost crushing you against the wall as he slams his hips against yours until he's finally crashing. A loud groan, almost a scream, leaves his lips. And to your surprise you actually feel it, the way his cock twitches and fills you up. Spurt after spurt of his sticky semen. You hadn't expected him to actually be able to ejaculate in his undead state, but it seems he's full of surprises.

Left gasping for air, even though he doesn't really need it, he gently places you down. He struggles to stand, so you help your sweet boy onto the bed.

"Shh, it's ok Gyu," you smile, gently rolling your fingers through the short hair on the side of his head, "You did so good. I'm so proud of you."

He smiles, feeling satisfied and accomplished for the first time in his undead life. And he pulls you close to him.

"W-Want to... to plea-se... m-mas-ter," he mumbles.

"You did more than please, you surpassed my expectations," you ruffle his hair as he leans into your touch almost like a dog, "Now rest up, you've earned it. I'll join you shortly."

You get up to gather some supplies then return to patch up the wounds you inflicted on him. He rather them stay as a reminder of his devotion to you, but he won't deny that it feels good having you take care of him like this. He hopes you'll hurt him more just to patch him up, over and over again.

[emotionalsupport-ljh]

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon

AU - Woozi x fem!reader

Nobody asked but! I wrote some imagines for my favorite doomsday prepper. The end is pretty vanilla smut because I couldn't help myself, that boy is fineeeeeee.

Word Count: 1k

CW: really vanilla smut some fingering, a little handjob, then p in v, cuddling. You know. The basics.

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ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who is technically part of a larger group but operates like a lone wolf

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who doesn't socialize much which gives him the strong silent badass vibe

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who can competently wield any weapon whether it’s ranged or melee, but prefers to use his own arms and fists against the undead

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who you only meet briefly when it's time to make camp in some abandoned building

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who has a superficial relationship with everyone in the group

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who will disappear for days only to come back with loot for the whole community

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who makes sure everybody eats

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who takes care of all the undead that threaten you, making it look easy

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who saves you from wayyy too close a call when you almost get tackled and bitten

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who listens with a heavy heart to you tossing and turning still shaken by the attack

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who wordlessly joins you in your bed and wraps his strong arms around you making you feel safe and secure as long as you're with him

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who opens up to you slowly so you realize he has a soft heart

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who becomes a little more careful in his escapades because he has something worth returning to

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who always found it more difficult to deal with the living than the dead

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who begins to show the sides of himself he tucked away when the apocalypse demanded his “strength”

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who everyone meets in a completely different light when he begins to start conversations and talk about his interests

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who enjoys being more involved in the socializing aspects of the group, but still values his alone time

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who you find on the roof of the abandoned office building where the group is camping

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who stares into the night sky and remarks that he can finally see the stars clearly without all the light pollution

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who you spend the better part of the night talking to about everything scary and beautiful about the apocalypse

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who can’t take his mind off of you lately

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who sees your face illuminated in the moonlight and chances to lean forward to kiss you

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who melts you with his surprisingly soft lips

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Whose hands have the potential to grip you so tightly around your waist, but settle for a strong handle of your body that you don’t even try to resist

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who leads you with his strong grip to the secluded place he set up his sleeping area for the night, only detaching from your lips to breathe and then finding his way back quickly and efficiently

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Whose tongue makes its way into you to taste every inch of you

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who lays you down on an array of blankets and does all the work in stripping you down to just your panties

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who is still fully clothed

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who traces his calloused hands over all the sensitive parts of your body, stopping to play with you nipples before taking one into his mouth

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who has one hand on your other nipple while the other finds its way into your panties

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who teases the your most sensitive parts until you can’t contain your moans; if the area wasn’t so secure, there would be a hoard right outside of the door

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who takes his mouth off of your chest only to lick around his own fingers while maintaining eye contact with you

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who is slowly becoming obsessed with the way your lips are parted and your eyes are lidded and you chest rises and falls with deep breaths

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who slides one finger into you slowly, groaning at the tight feeling

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Whose pants get tighter and tighter as he hears you plead for more

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who kisses you when his second and third finger find their way inside you, stretching you enough to accommodate him

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who makes you cum hard on his fingers

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who finally begins to strip down while you slip off your panties leaving both of you completely naked

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who has scars around his hard body marking all of his time surviving the desolate landscape

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who lets you trace some of the sizable marks on his torso before pulling you close into a hungry kiss

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who presses his body against yours, so you can feel how hard his cock is for you

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who guides your hand to stroke him, groaning when your soft fingers grasp him gently then squeeze as you move up and down the long, thick shaft

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Whose cock drips with precum that you swipe with your thumb and spread over the sensitive head

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who watches as you spit in your hand and use it to coat him, hoping that it eases its entrance into you

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who can’t hold back anymore and moves you to your hands and knees finding a place on your hips to grab you

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who lines himself up with your wet entrance

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who makes your body shiver when he enters you slowly, growling as he feels himself begin to reach his peak

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who relishes in every sound you make as he slides inch by inch inside of you

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who stalls once he bottoms out, breathing in and out hard

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who you beg to move which causes him to set a steady pace fucking in and out of you

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who grabs you tighter and uses one hand to slap your ass, marking you as his

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who pulls out and flips you around so that he can see your face when you cum again

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who resumes his thrusting inside of your tight walls while placing his hands behind your knees to get a better angle

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who finds your sweet spot and digs into it until you come undone with a moan that borders on a scream

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who wipes the single tear from your cheek that trickled out due to overstimulation

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who chases his own release by desperately thrusting into your wet heat, listening intently to the sounds of skin slapping skin

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who finally pulls out to stroke himself to completion leaving ropes of cum on your chest and stomach

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who comes down from his high to the sight of you taking some of his cum onto his finger and placing it into your mouth

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who kisses you fervently tasting you and himself intertwined

ZombieApocolypse!Jihoon Who wipes you off with his previously discarded t-shirt then lays with you in his arms as the sun comes up and you drift to sleep feeling safe and secure even in the apocalypse

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hey! I still want some Sakura! Reader, but its fine if you dont want to write one. Basically, after their marriage with their lovers, they have 2 children together, the eldest is a boy and the youngest is a girl, maybe 4-5 years age gap?

So, their son train under their father while their daughter decided to become healer like reader. Right after their training, the son and RoR character decided to check on reader and their daughter, maybe for a meal together only to see reader and daughter duking it out, destroying their entire surrounding when their punches/fists met.

RoR character is just looked on, used to reader's strength while their son, who was unaware of reader's strength begin sweating. Then the son remember how the RoR characters had said that he had asked reader to punch him once to asses her strength and their son immediately shouted in shock and disbelief.

Son: How are you still alive?!

-(Love) adored you, he has for years now, but now he has more to adore with the children he created with you, a son and daughter.

-You were an amazing mother, handling not only the pregnancy and the births with ease, but also raising the children while also dealing with him and your duties, it was honestly amazing how well rounded you were!

-Your daughter had been begging to start training with you, to be like her big brother, who was 8 while she was only 5, as she sees him training with her papa all the time and she wants to do it too, seeing it as playing.

-(Love) and you had discussed it, and after one hell of a puppy eye look from your daughter, you agreed, and you started her off with strength and endurance training first, running and exercising, but she didn’t mind, as she felt like it was like playing and she was like her big brother!

-There had been some hesitation about you training her, due to your unnatural strength, the result of hard work and grueling training when you were younger, but your daughter wasn’t one to give up easily, she was stubborn, just like her father.

-It was a quiet day, after several months of training, when your son and (Love) were returning home from their own training and they felt the earth shaking around them, thinking it was an earthquake and they ran for the house.

-Moments later they were both gawking, watching you showing off your strength, chasing after your daughter, punching the ground where she was, creating craters while your daughter was giggling, easily dodging. She learned how to train by thinking everything was a game.

-You were laughing too, having fun with your daughter while the men were staring; (Love) looked impressed, seeing you showcasing your skills again and impressed with the dodging skills of your daughter.

-It was your son who was gaping, as he knew that the two of you met in Ragnarok, where you were fighting each other, and seeing how easily you were destroying the yard, moving so fast to keep up with his sister, and laughing at the same time.

-His eye lid was twitching lightly, “How the hell did you survive fighting against mama?” the two of you stopped, noticing them and you came over, bopping your son lightly on the head with the back of your hand, not hurting him in the slightest, “Language young man. How was training?”

-Your son gushed about the new techniques he was learning as (Love) kneeled as your daughter ran over, hugging her tightly as she gushed to him about the game the two of you had been playing.

-(Love) and you wouldn’t change your world for anything, this was peace for the both of you, living together with your little family.

[lumenflowered]

[A video is attached. It begins with a close-up of Maria's face as she speaks to the camera, though in even quieter of a voice than usual.

"Reina mentioned that it would be useful to record evidence of... this 'Giovanni' truly having returned," Maria whispers as Hunter the Furret winds her way around her shoulders. She raises a hand to scritch Hunter absently under the chin and continues, "So, that is precisely what I will be doing. Thank you, Adeline, for your services."

A Gengar giggles from behind the camera. Maria almost smiles before she looks over her shoulder at a closed door—it looks new—and the camera zooms out to show more of her surroundings.

"I am more convinced than I previously was that Team Rocket has not been operating here, out of Tohjo Falls, for very long," Maria says. "This is not a bad thing, given that the complex they have here is far less sprawling, and as this is the final room I have not checked, it stands to reason that Giovanni must be here. It is locked, of course. Not that such a thing would stop me even if I did not have the keycard."

Hunter chitters proudly and holds up—yep, that sure is a keycard. Which Maria promptly takes, and slides through the access point to unlock the door.

"Stay close, Ade," Maria murmurs under her breath—then pushes the door open. Inside are two people: a man in dark clothes and a very familiar redheaded boy.

There are no Pokémon out, save for a single Nidoking standing beside the man in dark clothes. He doesn't seem to have noticed Maria creeping in, nor the presence of a certain cameramon. Silver, of course, has his back to her—though it's dubious if he would notice if he wasn't.

"Mark my words," Giovanni says, "not being able to measure your own strength shows that you are still but a child."

"Yeah?" Silver sounds pissed. "Oh, I'm plenty good at measuring my own strength. I almost beat you after you made me fight basically every other trainer you've got to wear me down first. If you stopped hiding behind others like a coward—"

"You would have won? Don't make me laugh." The boss of Team Rocket chuckles darkly to himself anyway. "Well, go on then. You'll be of no use to Team Rocket like that."

"Good." His hands are balled up into fists. "I didn't come here to join Team Rocket."

"Oh? Then why did you?"

"Didn't Archer tell you about the Radio Tower?"

"Obviously," Giovanni scoffs. "I had hoped that you'd come to your senses... and instead, you've come here to betray me. Is that it?"

Silver laughs unhappily. "What's there to betray? You never cared about me. Sure, I'll leave now, but I'll be back. And I'll take Team Rocket down. All. By. Myself."

"You truly are nothing more than a disappointment." Giovanni sighs. "A shame; I had hoped that you could be even greater than me."

"Like it's hard?" Silver snaps.

"Well," Giovanni says, "I happen to note that you have no Pokémon left capable of fighting. I still have one. So no, I don't believe you'll be leaving at all this time. Nidoking?"

The Pokémon beside Giovanni snaps to attention. Silver takes a step back.

"Dad—"

"Horn Drill."

The camera rapidly shifts to the floor, but not before catching the massive Pokémon lunging at Silver, a dark shape that might be Maria leaping into action herself, and a scream of agony.

The video ends.]

[merajsblog]

itadori yuuji.

“just because you are soft doesn’t mean you aren’t a force. honey and wildfire are both the color gold.” (victoria erickson, edge of wonder)

warnings: nothing really, just fluff :) yuuji is trying to help you learn to fight to protect yourself.

itadori yuuji always had elite physical prowess. even before he had ingested sukuna, he had a lot of strength and speed. now it was like all those things had been heightened. when you had first joined jujutsu tech, you had good cursed abilities but your hand to hand combat wasn’t very good at all. you had wanted to improve this, as your past practice battles with maki and panda showed the vast difference between your skills and everyone else’s. yuuji was more than happy to teach you. he adored watching you try to work hard and keep up with him. your determination was admirable. you had started off with basic stances and working on your punches. he was brutal with practice, and often left you crumpled on the floor out of exhaustion.

“your arm isn’t fully extended out how it should be, and make sure to tuck in your thumb into your fist, if you hit something without it tucked in, you will break it.” he said approaching you from behind. you were in your stance, practicing your punches in the air to work on form. he stood behind you, awfully close, and moved your arm into the position it should be in. you could smell something like flowers off of him, probably his shampoo. as his hand touched yours, you felt your stomache churn. his scarred hands lighting touched your elbow to straighten your arm out, and his fingers softly tucked your thumb into the right spot.

“try again.” he mumbles softly right next to your ear. your eyes widen as you try to focus and land a correct punch.

“good job!” he says after a few slow minutes of watching you punch, still standing awfully close…

“do you want to try scrimmaging with me?” he says smiling while cocking his head to one side. “i’ll be gentle i swear.” he says in a jokingly manner. you scoff, trying to fake confidence. he would easily beat you in ANY fight, probably without trying.

“it’ll be fineee i can handle it.” you say. you had movement down, and were able to distinguish body language to figure out what move someone was going to make, you’re strength and skill just wasn’t quite there yet.

quickly you get into position, narrowing your eyebrows. you focus on his legs, how his feet were pointed, and which direction his chest was facing. he was maintaining eye contact with you. he had a serious look on his face but amusement was glittering in his eyes. you were cocking your head slowly, he seemed to be up to something. quickly he moved towards you and slowly acted like he was going in for a punch. it ticked you off with how slow he was trying to hit you, as if you were extremely weak. frustrated, your lips pout as you quickly dodge his fist, stepping in front of him, you quickly elbow his stomache, making him gasp quickly.

“i see how it is then.” he said faking sadness. he lunged at you again, this time quicker. you were too frustrated from the beginning, and focused on him entirely. you two exchanged a few blows and blocked each others. then he did a move that he hadnt taught you. he steps in between your legs, and grabs your sides, flipping you over his leg, and onto the ground where he is crouched over you.

the air was stolen from out your throat. pain seared your back. you were definitely going to bruise there. he had a grin on his face. you knew tussling like this was normal and you were going to bear the scars of your experience. locking your legs around his waist and grabbing his right arm, you flipped him, straddling on top of him. your own brazenness shocked him and you. quickly you got up.

“that was lucky, you can try a little harder..” you said quietly looking away. he let out one of his signature loud laughs.

“no, you did amazing. give your self more credit.” he said smiling at you. “let’s try some more.”

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yuuji and you had been practicing for over three months throughout the summer. it was safe to say you exceeded any expectations you had for yourself. you were on par with the other students, and had won a few fights. he wasn’t walking on eggshells around you anymore. fighting sessions would start in the afternoon and end with one of you in the others arms giving each other a kiss on the nose softly. he would always cup your face and offer small compliments, assuring you that you were doing great. it was comforting.

he was always worried about your safety. as a woman there was always less malice directed around you. it was harder to be feared in a world where no one took you seriously. others letting their guard down became a strong weapon for you. while curses wouldn’t care if your female or male, you now had even more skills to defend yourself. recently the cases of higher grade curses were showing up, and yuuji often worried if you were being let on missions alone. this was his way of protecting you. before missions, no matter how early, he always was up waiting at ichijis car. he would ruffle your hair, and cup your face while giving your forehead a kiss. “be safe..don’t forget what you’ve learned” he would mumble softly into your hair. you could almost fall asleep in his arms right then and there. instead, you would sheepishly smile and give him a soft kiss before stepping into the car to head away. whenever you returned it was like he always knew. you could find him waiting in your dorm room or infront of the school. he would always beam at you, and instantly usher you to shoko, even if you looked fine. after would consist of movies and late night snack runs. everytime you came back he would refuse to let go of you. holding hands to the vending machine, hand on your thigh as you sit next to him, you between his arms while he falls asleep.

[south-of-heaven]

Hi! Can I please request Rhonda/Reader/Shayna where the reader has always admired the incredible strength/talent of her partners but doesn’t have any fighting experience so they teach her some self defense so she feels a little safer when they are apart from each other?

Thank you so much as always!

Self defence || Shayna Baszler x Reader x Ronda Rousey

Summary: You've always admired your girlfriends strength and talent in combat sport. You have never done anything like that yourself but they decide it's time for you to learn some self defense.

A/N: Here are Shayna's actual self defense tips.

Admiring Shayna and Ronda for their incredible strength and combat skills has been a constant in your life. The way they move, the confidence in their every step, it's mesmerizing. And while you've never been one to step into the ring yourself, their expertise has always captivated you. Today, it seems, they've decided to give you a taste of what they're so skilled at.

You find yourself in a small training area, the mat beneath your feet a reminder of the countless battles these two have faced. Shayna and Ronda stand before you, their smiles warm and encouraging. You're not quite sure what to expect, but their presence is reassuring.

"Alright," Shayna begins, her voice firm but kind. "We're going to teach you some basic self-defense moves. Nothing too complicated, just things to help you protect yourself if you ever need to."

You nod, your heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Ronda steps forward, a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, we've got you."

The first lesson is about stance and balance. Shayna explains the importance of keeping your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent. You mimic her, feeling a bit awkward at first. But as you adjust, you realize how these small changes can make a world of difference.

"Good," Ronda nods, giving you a thumbs up. "Stance is key. It's your foundation."

Next, they move on to some basic strikes. Shayna demonstrates a simple hammer fist, showing you how to use your fist for maximum damage when you land it in the nose of someone. You follow suit, her guidance helping you find the right rhythm and power behind your movements.

"Nice," Shayna smiles. "Remember, it's all about using your body's natural strength."

Ronda joins in, showing you a quick combination of a jab followed by a cross. It's a fluid motion that you try to replicate, feeling a surge of satisfaction when your strikes hit the target they've set up.

As the session continues, you learn how to defend against different holds and grabs. Shayna's instructions are clear and concise, and you find yourself quickly catching on. You can't help but feel a sense of empowerment as you learn how to break free from a grip or disarm an opponent.

After a while, Ronda steps back, looking at you with a proud grin. "You're a natural."

You blush, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "Thanks to you two."

Shayna steps forward again, her expression softening. "Listen, we know this might be a bit out of your comfort zone, but we wanted to make sure you have some tools to protect yourself if you ever need to."

You nod, your heart swelling with gratitude. "I really appreciate it. And I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would."

Ronda laughs. "Well, we're not just fighters, you know. We're also great teachers."

Shayna chuckles, nodding in agreement. "And you've got a couple of the best instructors right here."

As the session winds down, you find yourself feeling not only more confident in your ability to defend yourself but also incredibly grateful for the bond you share with Shayna and Ronda. They've opened a door for you into their world, allowing you to glimpse the strength and resilience that defines them.

As you catch your breath, you glance at your partners, a genuine smile tugging at your lips. "Thanks for this. It means a lot to me."

Shayna and Ronda exchange a knowing glance before turning back to you, their expressions filled with warmth. "Anytime," Shayna says, "We're a team, after all."

Ronda nods in agreement. "And teams look out for each other."

You leave the training area that day with a newfound sense of empowerment and a heart full of gratitude. It's not just about the self-defense moves you've learned – it's about the connection you share with Shayna and Ronda, and the knowledge that you're stronger together, both in and out of the ring.

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Practice Makes Perfect (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Shenhe x Yelan

Tags: Training, Fights, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Teacher-Student Relationship, Mentors, Improper Use of Visions (Genshin Impact), Improper Use of Cryo (Genshin Impact), Battle, Masturbation, Friends to Lovers, Liyue Lantern Rite (Genshin Impact)

Summary:

Shenhe's training is off to a bumpy start…and not just for her. Yelan is starting to feel things she shouldn't.

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Chapter 2: Training Troubles

Shenhe’s lessons were comprised of both physical training as well as working to understand the unwritten rules of society. To Yelan, it seemed she caught on quickly when it came to fighting, but not so much when it came to being her own person.

“Alright. First day of training. You ready?” Yelan asked, stretching her arms as they walked to the center of the training room. Shenhe gave a sharp nod.

“First things first: What kind of vision do you have? Also, tell me a bit about your fighting background.”

Shenhe flashed the light blue gem. “It’s cryo. I’ve learned some hand-to-hand combat skills and my weapon of choice is a polearm,” she answered quickly.

“Okay, then. We’ll start with some basics. I’m going to throw some water in the air, and I’d like you to freeze it for me.” She flicked her wrist, and a stream of water shot out in her direction. Shenhe waved her hand and the droplets immediately turned solid and shot back toward Yelan. Swerving her head, Yelan barely dodged them in time.

Wide-eyed, Shenhe started walking toward her. “I apologize! I didn’t mean to use that much force.”

“No, no! It’s alright. That’s what we’re here to figure out together." Yelan reassured her. “How about some basic sparring first, maybe?”

Yelan ran at her readying her fist to throw a punch. Reading her move, Shenhe grabbed her arm and flipped her over her shoulder. With a loud crack, Yelan landed against the wall. “Ow. OW. Wow. Okay. We’ve got a ways to go it seems. No big deal. We’ll get there.”

Shenhe stood in the middle of the training room looking down at her feet. She was beginning to think this was a bad idea.

“Let’s attempt one more thing. Show me some moves with your spear,” Yelan instructed as she slowly walked back to the center of the room massaging her shoulder. She set up a training dummy and stepped back. Shenhe jabbed at an incredible speed and pierced it too many times for Yelan to count. Leaping into the air, she hit the dummy with a cryo-powered strike that sent it flying across the room. Shards of ice littered the floor that was now cratered by the sheer force of the attack. The dummy was nowhere to be seen. Shenhe cringed as she readied herself for beratement.

“Your strength is insanely impressive, Shenhe. In time, I’m sure we’ll get you to a point you’re comfortable with. Don’t worry. We’ll get this room cleaned up. I’ve been meaning to have it renovated anyway.”

The girl relaxed her shoulders. “You’re…not upset with me?” She asked with hesitation in her voice.

Yelan let out a nervous laugh. “Uh, no. This is what we are here to do. You have a gift – now we just have to bring out its potential in a much safer way.”

“A…gift?” No one had ever called it this. She had always seen her strength as a curse.

“Yeah. It might take some time for you to see it that way, but for now, let’s rest up.”

Moving back up to the living quarters of the base, Yelan collected her wallet and headed for the trap door. “I’m going to leave for a bit to get some quotes on getting the training room fixed up with things for your training. Would you like to join me?”

Shenhe shook her head no, thank you, and headed to her room.

A gift! No one’s ever called it that before. Everyone has always told me how dangerous I am and that this ability makes me a monster. Master Yelan didn’t seem afraid of it or me…

Over the next few weeks, the two women conducted various exercises to get Shenhe ready for when Ningguang and Beidou would stop by to assess her progress. Yelan first set up glasses of water for her to freeze. The smaller the increments, the easier it’d be to work her way up to larger amounts without losing control.

When it came to physical strength training, Yelan could tell she was holding back on purpose. “You’re not going to hurt me. I can take it. I’m a lot tougher than I look.”

“Master Yelan, I do not feel my abilities are a gift, as you see them. I can seriously hurt people. I’m a monster with murderous tendencies. That’s why the adepti bound my soul with red ropes - so I would not be a danger to anyone.”

“Just Yelan is fine. No need for formalities. And we need to show that bird she’s wrong about you. The way one perceives their abilities is part of how they manage them. By viewing them as a positive instead of a negative while still understanding the consequences of their misuse is how you’ll master them.”

Yelan put her hand on Shenhe’s shoulder. “Also. You’re not a monster. Maybe a little robotic at times, but certainly not a monster. I’m here to help you evolve into the person you were always meant to be.” Without thinking, Shenhe turned to her and hugged her tightly, catching her completely off guard.

“Thank you,” she whispered before releasing her, a small blush forming on her cheeks.

“Y-yeah…that’s what I am here for. Let’s not dally. Onto the last portion of training.” Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her ears.

Although Yelan preferred using a bow, she knew a few moves with a polearm (it was always best to practice with multiple weapons – she never knew when she might have to use one as a part of a secret identity). Shenhe readied her spear, but Yelan noticed her stance was off.

“Here, let me show you something,” Yelan said as she stood next to her, one foot back the other forward. One hand grasped the middle of the spear and the other further down the shaft. “Like this. It gives you a wider stance and free range of your leg movement if need be. You always want to be ready to dodge or parry. If you stand with your feet too close together, it’ll be much harder to protect yourself.”

Shenhe took her stance once more. Yelan approached her to move her into the correct position. Tapping her thigh, she moved one leg back. Coming up behind her, she grabbed the spear and moved her hands where they should be. The proximity made Yelan’s stomach do backflips. Shenhe wiggled in her embrace as she tried to get used to the positioning and it was making Yelan sweat.

“There we go. Hey, why don’t we stop here for the day? I feel like it’s starting to get a bit warm in here and we could both use some downtime.”

Now back in their respective rooms, Yelan was wrestling with thoughts she shouldn’t be having in the shower. She tried to ignore the image of Shenhe pressed against her, the feeling of her writhing far too close for comfort. Soon she found her hands were acting of their own volition. Her fingers teased one of her nipples as her other hand applied pressure between her thighs. It didn’t take long before she was gasping Shenhe’s name as she came, praying the flowing water had drowned out her voice.

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It took some time, but the girl was slowly coming into her own. She had developed a bond of trust with Yelan, as well as with Ningguang and Beidou. Now more confident that she wouldn’t seriously injure those around her, Shenhe began to lower the wall she had built over many years of being considered dangerous.

The two were expecting a visit from the Tianquan and the captain and had prepared an exercise to show the progress she had made since the last time they conducted a check-in. The four of them gathered together in the training room as Yelan and Shenhe took their fighting stances at the center. Beidou and Ningguang leaned against the wall at a safe distance to watch.

Yelan launched an attack on Shenhe, and she parried her with just the right amount of force. This was an incredible improvement from the last time - with the hit she took during their first encounter, she ended up at Bubu Pharmacy for the strongest painkillers they had. Yelan offered her a smile in silent encouragement.

Shenhe dodged her punch but fell to the floor when Yelan swiped her leg. Thinking fast, Shenhe kicked the other woman’s shin in retaliation and Yelan fell against her face-to-face. Yelan’s heart raced in her chest. It was as if her surroundings had gone dark and all that shone through the blackness was Shenhe’s ethereal beauty, glistening like new-fallen snow.

The sound of clapping jolted her back to her senses and she hastily scrambled off Shenhe and helped her to her feet.

“That was awesome, guys! It looks like Shenhe might even be able to take me at this point,” Beidou shouted happily.

“Now that we have her strength under control, I think the next step will be taking her topside to see how she interacts with citizens,” Ningguang voiced her thoughts out loud.

“Baobei, relax! That’ll come in due time. For now, let’s celebrate what she’s accomplished so far. Yelan clearly knows what she’s doing,” Beidou corrected.

Her use of the affectionate nickname for Ningguang made Yelan want to gag. She nodded a quick thank you to Beidou so as not to be perceived as rude and to set a good example for her pupil.

“If that’s all, I think Shenhe and I will turn in,” Yelan announced, hoping they’d take the hint.

After the two women took their leave, Shenhe came to a stop at her mentor’s side. “Yelan…why does Captain Beidou call Lady Ningguang ‘baobei?’”

“It’s just…a nickname Beidou has for her.”

“Oh! Does that mean Ningguang has one for her?” she inquired.

“I’ve heard a variety over the years. Sweetheart, dear, my captain…the list goes on,” Yelan answered, unsure of where the line of questioning was headed.

“They must be good friends to be able to call one another by such names,” Shenhe murmured, clearly in deep thought.

Yelan wasn’t quite sure how to answer her. “Uh…yes. They are very, very good friends. They’ve known each other for years.” They weren’t exactly hiding their relationship from the two of them, yet they hadn’t outright told Shenhe, either. It wasn’t her place to elaborate further.

“Are we not good friends now? Should we give each other nicknames?”

Yelan blinked back at her silently. “I mean…yes, at this point I suppose we are. Is that something you’d want to do?” Her stomach flipped at the thought. She wasn’t used to this kindness, and the way Shenhe was looking at her - that innocent but intense stare - wasn’t helping.

“No, it’s fine. I like your name as it is. It means night orchid, does it not? I’ve always preferred the moonlight in the mountains to the artificial light of the cities,” Shenhe responded with a smile.

Yelan felt her cheeks start to warm. “Thank you. I like yours the way it is as well. Immoral crane is an homage to the one who raised you, right?” Yelan gently stated. For some reason, she felt disappointed that Shenhe hadn’t come up with a term of endearment for her.

Shenhe’s face lit up. “Yes, it is! My master took me in when no one else would. She’s very dear to me. Perhaps I should come up with a nickname for her to show my gratitude. Yelan, thank you for all your help so far. I’m truly indebted to you. I’m going to head to my room to rest now,” Shenhe said before suddenly brushing her lips against Yelan’s cheek.

Yelan stood stock still. Did she just do what I think she did? “G-good night. Sleep well.” Before she could address the gesture, she heard the soft click of Shenhe’s bedroom door.

What was that all about? Why am I reacting like a schoolgirl with a crush? It’s no big deal. She’s probably just imitating something she saw Beidou do. She didn’t mean anything by it.

That night, Yelan dreamed of Shenhe kissing more than just her cheek. She imagined her fingers tracing every inch of her, their bodies intertwined, the taste of her tongue. The cool night air permeated the sweat dripping off her brow, shocking her awake.

What the hell is happening? We are student and teacher. Nothing more. She thought to herself as she stared up at her bedroom ceiling. After tossing and turning for half the night, she gave up on trying to fall back asleep. There was only one way she was going to get any rest.

Removing her pants and underwear, she tossed them to the side of the bed. Already wet, she gathered her arousal and slid a pair of fingers across her clit. Her other hand caressed her breast, her nipple taught and sensitive to the slightest brush. The chill of her room cooled her fingertips and she imagined it was Shenhe using the power bestowed by her vision to tease her. She pictured herself inserting two digits into her and finding the spot that would make her lose herself. Yelan continued to thrust her fingers, calling Shenhe’s name as she came.

Coming down from her high, she rolled over and whispered, “Oh no…this is not good.”

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26 - A Coven’s Leader

Part 27

Gemini Runaway

@dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality

Jacob and I were standing in front of our birthday cake at our sixteenth birthday. Holding his hand in mine we blew out the candles on the chocolate and strawberry cake hearing everyone clap. “That is so great, you two.” Our mother took our picture until we saw our uncle coming in our direction.

“Happy birthday my niece and nephew. A few more years and you’ll be all grown up.” He smiled at us but I could see he wanted to talk to our mother. He bent down on a knee holding out his hands to us. "We share a history. A bloodline.. We're family."

Jacob and I placed our hands in each individually but my brother said. “You’re our uncle but mom doesn’t mention you often.”

“That’s because I am a very busy guy. But I’ll let you all in on a little secret. Come close.” He beckoned us forward where we scooted closer hearing him begin to chant something. “Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus."

I winced trying to pull away from him. “Agh!…uncle you're hurting us!”

“Uncle!” Jaocb cried.

Before he could go any further he winced sharply seeing my mother grab his head siphoning him until he collapsed onto his back groaning. “Urgh Eliza!”

“Are you two okay?” She rushes to us seeing that our arms weren’t bruised or anything.

I shook my head rubbing my hands. “Just sore and tired, mom.”

“Go and lay down. Take your brother with you.” She pushed us toward the house where I glanced over my shoulders. “I don’t want you anywhere near my children ever again.”

Joshua couched getting to his feet. “One of them will become the leader whether you like it or not, sister.”

“Who the hell are you, mate?” Klaus asked staying in front of me as a bodyguard being able to feel my heartbeat almost racing where I might kill over by the level of fear running through me.

Joshua moved forward, extending his hand. “I’m Joshua Parker. It’s nice to meet you Klaus Mikaelson.”

Klaus eyed his hand about to move forwards but I shoved myself in between the pair smacking his hands away knowing what he was going to do. “No! You don’t get to magic his ass. Now what the hell are you doing here. And how did you even find me?”

“We share blood. I still have the strongest magic of our coven or at least I did until I found your spot on the map. Somehow your strength has grown at a quicker rate than should be physically possible.” He explained it to me.

Klaus raised his hand tugging me backwards by my forearm. “That’s because of me, Joshua is it. You know I have heard quite a lot about you. And none of the stories are good. So I suggest you get out of here before I rip your throat out!” He showed him his fangs and the werewolf eyes.

“If you kill me then she’ll die too.” Joshua said, meeting my gaze where I crossed my arms over my chest stepping away from him.

Klaus smirked at him. “She’s linked to me, she’s basically immortal now.”

“Then why are there marks on her arms huh. I am not an idiot. Every time she used magic and became weak I felt it.” My uncle stepped closer trying to get my attention. “Now can we please talk some privately because I didn’t have to come out here.”

Snapping back at him I bared my teeth, stomping up to him. “If you don’t want to be here then go home. I don’t want anything to do with you ever since the day I met you, you have done nothing but try and get me and my brother to Merge. Now that you forced us to do so I murdered my own brother-“

“I have done the same thing you did.” Joshua cut me off.

Throwing my hands in the air I shouted at him clutching my hands into fists breaking some of the street lights around us without doing any magic at all. “You don’t know what it feels like to watch your brother die and have no clue that it was going to happen. You may have killed yours and think it is okay but it’s not. It’s the thing that keeps me awake at night and I will never find peace knowing that he suffered!”

“I had to do it before I got sick and died. I don’t have the patience to wait a couple more years for the twins.” He raised his voice at me.

“Oh yeah because you’re afraid that Kai is trying to get out!”

For the first time in my life I saw honor take over my uncle's face. Klaus came to stand beside me grasping my hand in his sending me a confused look not understanding. “What are you talking about, Raelyn. He’s trapped in a prison world. He can’t get out.”

“Well I’ve seen him. When I took on the Original witch's magic I passed out and saw him. He talked to me somehow like I was in his prison for only a split second. But he’s trying to escape, mark my word, Uncle. He threatened to kill me one night when I was heading to bed.” I marched up to him grabbing his hands making him wince when I showed him my memories before he pushed me away.

Klaus caught me in his arms when I stumbled backwards gripping his jacket. “He will never get out. You are just lying so that I don’t do the ritual to make you the leader. So I don’t transfer my power over to you and put the whole coven in the hands of your baby. On the off chance that you carry twins inside your belly!”

“There’s no baby, Uncle Joshua.” I attempted to lie knowing that he didn’t have vampire hearing.

He scoffed, raising his hand chanting a mind spell. “Do you take me for a fool, Raelyn. Pontem praesidio. Anchora immortalibus. Per mental mi heavy for anmina. Pontem praesidio. Anchora immortalibus!” I grabbed the sides of my head seeing my past memories coming to the surface.

Shrugging my shoulders I throw my hands away from my side. “From what I gather I am able to have a child because he was born a werewolf. So before he turned he was a mortal supernatural being.”

“You two have slept together recently.” The witch shouted, making me halt in my tracks.

Klaus took a few steps back dragging me behind him and shielding me with his chest. “What are you saying?”

“Niklaus… The girl is carrying your child.” Elijah reveals to him where my hand’s dropped down to my stomach in shock.

Screaming I wanted the pain to stop. “Get out of my head, Uncle Joshua!”

“Pontem praesidio. Anchora immortalibus - urgh!” He grunted getting pinned against the wall by Nik who was choking him by the throat.

Raising to my feet I began gasping for breath when his eyes started rolling in the back of his head. “Klaus, let him go…..if you kill him we all die!”

“He’s hurting you, Rae. He won’t have much to say if he doesn’t have his tongue.” My boyfriend threatened shoving his fangs again.n

Raising my hand casting a sleeping spell on him snapping his neck quickly. Uncle Joshua collapsed to the ground gasping for breath staring up at me when he saw my hand was extended down to him. “See you’re just like me. Doing what is best for the Coven.”

“I didn’t save your life to benefit the Coven. I did it to keep Josette, Lucas and Olivia alive.” Yanking him up to his feet I glared into his gray eyes that focused on me. “Now if you’re so concerned with the Coven then send your power to me. I’ll become the leader!”

He raised a brow. “You have repeatedly said you don’t want it.”

“You’re right I don’t give a crap about the others in our Coven. I was an outcast by everyone else except for my mother and Josette. So they can all rot for all I care. But I will do what I have to do to save the ones that I actually do love.” I stomped up to him almost pressed up against his chest where we could feel the others' breath.

Joshua glanced down to my boyfriend Klaus who was still dead from the neck snap I had given him. He bent down placing his hand on his chest looking back up at me. “So he’s the father huh. I am surprised that you got him. Everyone knows to fear his name.” He got to his feet laying his palms flat for me. “You are doing what you were born to do, Raelyn Lane.”

“Save it, Uncle and start chanting!” I shouted up at him smacking my hands into his larger one.

He closed his eyes, wincing a little when I began to siphon his magic while he chanted the Merge spell and another spell I wasn’t familiar with.“Sanguinem desimilus, Sanguinem generis flantes. Sanguinem desimilus, Sanguinem generis flantes…Tillate ulaz tillate ulaz tillate ulaz. Tillate ulaz tillate ulaz tillate ulaz.”

“Raelyn…no!” Klaus regained his consciousness the second that the wind blew around us and he could see our intertwined hands.

Yet I ignored him chanting at the same time as my uncle. “Sanguinem desimilus, Sanguinem generis flantes. Sanguinem desimilus, Sanguinem generis flantes…Tillate ulaz tillate ulaz tillate ulaz. Tillate ulaz tillate ulaz tillate ulaz.” Wincing sharply as a huge amount of power gets transferred into my bloodstream struggling to remain linked to the spell when I enter his mind space.

Before my eyes I relived the memory the night he put his son away. "Josette, what did you do? Why can't I feel your magic? And why aren't they saying anything? They should be saying something. They should be saying something, right? We're merging. This should all be a bigger deal."

Suddenly Uncle Joshua appears, holding the Ascendant and stepping forward from the circle of the coven around them. "Sanguinem filio, sanguinem effurgarex perpetuum. Sanguinem filio, sanguinem effurgarex perpetuum."

Kai began screaming in pain on the ground. "Aah! Aah!"

Uncle Joshua kept performing the spell. "Phesmatos filio, phesmatos effurgarex perpetuum."

He dropped our hands and I felt lightheaded immediately afterwards. My uncle collapsed onto the ground and I fell backwards seeing Klaus hovering above me trying to keep me awake but I didn’t have enough strength. “Raelyn. Raelyn, keep your eyes opened. Stay with me, love!”

The next time I blinked my eyes open I was brought face to face with Tyler Lockwood sitting on the end of the bed in one of the mansion. I croaked out still feeling drained from the spell that we had done not understanding how we got back to the Falls so fast. “Tyler, what are you doing here?”

“Getting revenge on Klaus. He is busy getting someone to check on you. But he won’t find you.” He explains in a cold manner.

“What do you mean -“ I asked getting cut off when he covered my mouth with his hand and his other arm yanked me against his chest vamping us all the way into the middle of the woods.

He drops my weak body on the ground. “When the witch gets here we will use Raelyn to drag Klaus out here. Then we’ll finish him.”

Lifting my head up as much as I could I shivered seeing that there were twelve of his sired hybrids surrounding me. I raised my hand attempting to do the spell that I use to knock the Original family down but nothing happened. “Tyler, listen to me if he finds out you have me he will kill you.”

“Yeah except you see when he gets here, he won’t make it out alive.” He bent down on a knee biting into my neck throwing me into the strong arms of two of the hybrids that held me there bleeding slowly. “Keep her until he gets here. Then you know what to do.”

It was a few hours when night fell before one of the hybrids came back from town standing. “Where the hell is the witch? Adrian should be here any minute.”

The one named Adrian gasped before he collapsed to the ground and I saw that Nik had taken out his heart angrily watching the others. “Kim.”

“Klaus!” I gasped, choking on blood feeling more lighthearted than when I did the spell with my uncle.

He dropped the heart holding a longsword in his other hand stalking up to the remaining hybrids, specifically never taking his eyes off the two holding me on the ground. “You’ve got exactly less than a second to release her if you wish to make it out of here alive!”

One of the hybrids launches himself up into the air but he swings the sword killing him. He vamped forward, slicing a few others with the weapon. One of the hybrids holding me bit into my neck leaving the other to charge at him dying like the others. “One more step and I’ll kill her.”

“No you won’t!” Klaus growled vamping the hybrid against the tree behind me where my body got thrown harshly into another tree stabbing me multiple times where I felt my blood coming out.

Klaus went after the last hybrid girl who ran to the cellar getting trapped turning to see him covered in blood. “Where is Tyler Lockwood? You'd do well to answer me, love. Where is he?!”

She shuttered, trapped in between him and the cell bars. “I don't know.”

“Wrong answer.” He stabbed her with the sword, vamping back to me dropping the sword biting into his wrist in a panic to save me like he did last time something like this happened. “Raelyn - drink love.”

Wrapping my fingers weakly around his hand I took only two sips before my eyes fell closed and I collapsed into his arms. “Nik….” And for the last time did he hear her heartbeat before there was nothing.

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Born to be an idol.

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𖦹 content: soft dom!haruchiyo, unprotected sex, hints of power imbalance, creampie, semi-public sex, breeding kink, cum play, jealousy, wall sex, clit play, a bit of fluff.

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¹ = "center" is a term that refers to a member of the group that receives the most support/publicity from your company. This member usually takes center stage in key parts of dance performances and also has more screen time and lines in songs.

² = Produce 48 was a survival reality show from broadcaster Mnet that had (proven) accusations of ratings manipulation.

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— Fuck! I can't take it anymore! — You sighed, letting your body lie on the cold floor of the dance rehearsal room, practically every fiber in you aching after nearly eight straight hours of practicing the new choreography for your girl group's upcoming comeback.

And practically none of your other four group mates were doing a bit better than you, everybody was almost crying for the staff to let you all go so that everyone could go to the shower and then fall into bed at the peak of exhaustion.

— I think we still have two more rounds to complete eight hours of rehearsal. — The group leader said and you grunted in displeasure.

— Anyway... — One of the female staffs responsible for your group clapped her hands twice, that was the signal for the five of you to gather in the center of the room and get in formation for the song to start again.

You could hardly stand to listen to the beginning of the music anymore, much less move the body completely in the chorus, especially since you were the center¹ of the group and therefore automatically needed to be linked to the position of best performer.

Through the reflection of the huge mirror, your eyes could see the vocal and dance coaches analyzing your movements and probably disapproving of how unstable and unregulated your breathing and body fluidity were.

— Okay, enough. — The same staff as before snapped fingers twice and the five of you gathered in the center of the room, no one strong enough to even lift their faces to look at the older woman. — Y’all know that the comeback is less than a week away, right? — Everyone said in unison a "Yes, ma'am" as enthusiastically as possible. — And that y’all ‘re as bad at dancing as the Produce 48² trainees? — You bit the lower lip and, along with the others, nodded shyly. — Please, you don't even look like you spent almost three years training ‘til you fell apart from exhaustion, where are the idols you think y’all are?

Honestly, if this was the beginning of your career as an idol with your debut almost two years ago, you would have cried right there, would have collapsed until you went to sleep crying. But today, now? You had heard worse from both producers and other trainees who unfortunately turned out not to be good enough to star as an idol in your group.

— Sorry, we’ll get better! — It was a ready-made, model answer that everyone in the group had already memorized from the trainee days.

— You better do, yeah. — The staff gave two more bursts, the five of them bowed obediently; you felt as if your ribs were going to puncture your lungs. — Dismissed, see y’all next week at the comeback, pseudo-idols.

And then your blood boiled.

She called the five of you pseudo-idols as an insult, as if you weren't good enough for it, but you barely had enough strength left to even clench the fist in displeasure.

In the end, you took a shower in the company locker room and some of the fatigue went away along with the water down the drain. No one was in a mood to talk, but, even so, before you left the changing room together, the five of you exchanged words of encouragement, saying that everything was going to be fine, that this comeback was already more successful than the debut – which was not a lie; after all, now the only people who were really fighting for you five besides the fans: were yourselves.

The cell phone vibrated in your handbag and you immediately went to pick it up eagerly; deep down, you already knew who it was.

"I'm around the corner to the right, in the gray car <3"

It was a message from him. Your heart palpitated.

— Him? — Your group leader asked and you opened a silly smile.

— Mhm! You don't mind... if... I, y’know... — You dropped your head to the side suggestively, it was a silent request as to whether they would let you go meet him.

— Just be careful, ‘kay? — The youngest girl in the group spoke up and you didn't know if she was talking about Dispatch³, sasaeng⁴, or both of them together, but nodded anyway.

— Always!

After exchanging friendly smiles, you walked out of the company with a gray mask covering the nose and mouth, dark glasses a little larger than your face and a heavy jacket over the shoulders with a cap covering your head and hair.

Yes, there was a whole strategy for an idol not to be caught dating.

You walked as quickly as possible to the corner to the right of his huge company building, and when you saw Rindou's gray car, you almost ran towards it and were greeted by the door opening so that you almost threw yourself into the back seat, almost into Haruchiyo's arms.

— Oh, hello there, pretty girl! — He exclaimed enthusiastically, hugging you and helping you sit up straight in the car before leaning over to close the door. — Looking forward to the comeback? How was the rehearsal today? — You sighed heavily, sinking into his embrace.

— Argh... awful, I hate my staff. — You complained, and then smiled as you felt your secret boyfriend place a tender kiss on your lips. — But, I love this comeback time, even with a full schedule and hardly sleeping... it's so good to perform with all the fans, I can even hear the fanchant ⁵ they're going to do! — Your eyes were sparkling and Haruchiyo let out a slight chuckle.

— We'll meet backstage, I think my group's schedule is a bit like yours. — He stroked your face and you rested the head on his shoulder.

— At Music Bank? M Count Down? — He answered the second option. — But you'll have to be discreet! — His eyes narrowed.

— Hm? I'm always discreet! — Haruchiyo wrapped his arms around your body and let a kiss sequence over your lips. — At least we'll get to see a little more of each other.

You nodded, and after a few long minutes of talking to him, the pain and fatigue in your body had faded a little. Haruchiyo Sanzu's humor was so brilliant that you found idol life a little less bad; and you were very lucky that he was, in fact, the kind and loving guy shown on camera behind them too, as ethereal as Kim TaeHyung and charismatic as Lee TaeYong.

As usual, he drove you home using Rindou's car while his was parked in front of the boy group's dormitory, so other people would think it was the younger Haitani and not him there. And every time the two of you kissed shyly and quickly before you entered the house shared with four other girls, you said that you loved him and that you would make more time for the two of you.

But on the other hand, there was another nasty agency with time to spare: Dispatch.

The next morning, you woke up to news of a new couple leaked by Dispatch on Twitter. Haruchiyo's name in the worldwide trends and before you could click on the hash tag with his name, your heart was beating hard, head aching thinking:

Please don't be him.

Please don't be us.

Please don't be him.

Please don't be us.

Because if you were involved, your staff would probably eat you alive, especially since they didn't know about your occasional outings with him in Rindou's car.

Oh, but it was him. With another female idol.

Damn, your heart broke, sank inside you, even though you knew they had nothing because Haruchiyo barely had time for you, let alone another girl in a veteran group. But still, seeing your boyfriend being accused of dating someone else made you jealous and hurt, so much so that for the rest of the week you barely responded to his messages and also avoided telling your group mates why you practically woke up in a bad mood every day.

The day before your first comeback performance, right after the group's music video was released and the showcase was recorded and released, he texted you congratulating you on the comeback's success and also asking if you wanted to try to hang out on Saturday after his boy group went to a radio station.

And your answer was a curt "Maybe your new girl will get jealous" and a smiling face on the side. Extremely passive-aggressive, but you were still hurt that he didn't even try to deny the dating allegations on his own and let the company release a poorly written memo about the situation.

Haruchiyo knew that you were upset about something and Rindou had advised him to send you an apology gift if he had done something wrong to you, but his staff denied it.

So he had to wait until the week your group went to the music shows to see you again, and not even when your group crossed paths with his in the backstage aisles did you want to look at him properly, even when Sanzu tried to brush his fingers against your palm in a discreet caress.

First your group performed, then his. And not even the screams of the fans could drown out Haruchiyo's thoughts on the stage, even though he was trying to concentrate on dancing.

— I'll be right back, okay? — He told Rindou, who was too busy messing with his cell phone and checking what the fans thought of him today; he only nodded in response.

Sanzu then left the room reserved for his mates, crossed the hall and walked towards his group's room greeting other idols on the way.

It was less than thirty minutes before the MCs asked everyone to gather on the main stage to announce the winners of this week's music show. That was more than enough for him.

You on the other hand were just finishing having your skirt pulled up around your body and the safety shorts worn underneath it taken off, since your girl group's performance was already over.

A few seconds before Haruchiyo knocked on the door, the staff opened it to leave together with your group mates for various purposes. Some were going to get something to eat while they didn't have to go back to work, others were going to interact with the other acquaintances from the K-Pop world who were present there as well.

— Y/N? — You raised eyes and grunted as you saw your boyfriend walking in and closing the door. — Can we talk?

— About? — Your body turned to face him before you leaned back against the wall next to the counter with the makeup used on you and your group.

— About why you haven't spoken to me properly in almost two weeks, maybe? — Sanzu answered as if it were obvious and moved closer to you until he was face to face with you. — It makes no sense for you to be angry with me when my company has already denied the date thing. — You swallowed hard before dropping your cell phone on the makeup counter.

— Your company denied it, you said right. — And then Haruchiyo sighed before placing his hands on the wall, one on either side of your head.

— Sorry, ‘kay? — He pouted, leaning his face toward you to kiss you and you turned the face away in denial. — Oh, c'mon! I haven't kissed you in days, I miss you, your lips, everything!

— You don't seem to be trying too hard to apologize, 'Chiyo. — You replied, staring at him and seeing a wry smile appear on his lips.

And in the blink of an eye, his pants were already open, his hands were firmly on your waist, pushing your body against the wall, and one of his knees was tucked between your legs to spread them.

— W-Wait, I don't... — Haruchiyo glued his lips to your neck and kissed it, not caring much about the necklace around it that was part of the retro look of your idol costume. — I didn't mean it this way, Haruchiyo, they'll just walk in here and...

Two of his long fingers slid between your thighs and as soon as they brushed against your clit above your panties, you winced and gasped, trying to close your legs.

— I decide which way you mean it, sweetie, and besides: didn't you want me to apologize? — He asked in a voice low enough for only you to hear and your breathing began to quicken as more pressure was applied to your clit and your panties became wetter.

— Yes, but if... — Sanzu pushed up your skirt and ran his eyes down your body before looking at the clock hanging on the wall.

— I'm not going to make such a big mess of you, after all, you need to look all pretty for your fans who dream of touching you like I do, right? — His lips left more kisses on your neck and you felt pathetic for getting turned on so easily by him. — I'll make it quick, don't worry.

His hand continued to massage your clit over your panties before you felt yourself trying to push hips against his hand for more friction and pleasure. By now, you were wet enough that he was able to slide into your dripping pussy without any problems.

— And you'd better be quiet, it would be terrible for you if anyone heard you moaning my name in a place like this, right? — A giggle escaped his lips and you whimpered softly before you sank your face against the curve of his neck and let one of Haruchiyo's arms lift your body while his other hand was pulling your panties aside and leaving your pussy exposed for use.

As his hard dick slid inside you, your eyes rolled up and you felt as if your heart was going to pierce your chest both from the adrenaline rush and from the pleasure of having him fill you completely.

You could barely remember when was the last time you had fucked Sanzu for fear of being discovered leaving his dorm in the middle of the night, but, now, your brain was reminding you to keep the mouth shut listening to the MCs at the music show announce that the winner of the week would be revealed in ten minutes.

Harder, harder, harder; that's what you whispered in Haruchiyo's ear amid gasps and whimpers as forced your hips against his trying to take him as deep as possible.

The shiny necklace tinkling against your neck, the sounds of footsteps in the hallway forcing your boyfriend to bite his lip hard to keep from moaning, the wet noise coming from between your thighs every time he buried himself hard into you and forced your walls to stretch almost to the limit in a chase for pleasure.

Your hand moved towards your clit and rubbed it, trying to reproduce the same pressure as before from Sanzu's fingers stroking you.

And almost at the same second that the MCs on stage announced that it was for all the groups to gather for the announcement of the weekly winner, Haruchiyo's cock twitched against your gummy walls and his hot cum was filling you to the brim. And he gave a few more thrusts into your pussy to make sure he had fully breed you, your fingers rubbing your swollen clit helped you reach an intense orgasm that made your vision go cloudy.

— Fuck! — Haruchiyo gasped with his head falling back before he pulled out of you, saw a white thread connecting your entrance to his tip and replaced your panties in place. — Keep it all inside, sweetie, unless you want your fans to know the truth about you. — He left a wet kiss on your lips before pulling away a little and lowering your skirt as well, making a point of squeezing your ass in the process.

— 'C-Chiyo, I... cannot, my panties... — You tried to complain as you tried to balance yourself on your shaky legs and felt his cream begin to wet the bottom of your panties even though you were trying to clench your pussy to keep it all in.

— Oh, of course you can, Korea's next favorite idol always does. — Haruchiyo stroked your face with a mischievous smile decorating his slightly flushed face.

He was the first person to leave the room and join his group in the hallway that was already halfway to the main stage. You, on the other hand, tried to pull your skirt down a little further and walk as fast as possible in the same direction with legs still trembling.

No one from your group asked anything firstly because the MCs of the music show promptly started to count the score of each song and thank every idol for the performances and presence of each artist there.

And seconds later, a tie was announced that was usually hard to happen. Your group tied with his and you trying to control your own heartbeat and lower your own skirt a little more as the award was passed into your hands by your girl group’s leader as she gave an enthusiastic thank you speech, eyes locked on Haruchiyo's and it looked like more cum had oozed out of your pussy just from seeing the amused smile he opened soon after.

ㅤ🏷 tagging: @festive @wakaslut @strawberrysanzu @bontensucker @wakasa-wifey @dukina @manjiroscum @inu1gf @keisaint @ravenina14 @saaraunicorn @ranilingus @dokidokimanji @mizurimirai @sleepy3 @kuroaka @slut4manjiro @zuuki @qudvxnkanx @manjirosdoll @hirwishin @izanaswifey .

[mojang-officialer]

What mob would do the best job of opening a coconut im asking for friend

so i thought about this a little bit too much and made a list of which mobs could either open a coconut, possibly open a coconut, or could not open a coconut, containing every single mob that has ever been in the game.

details below the cut

first some rules.

i've left out all passive mobs that aren't interesting, because you don't need pages of me saying every fish can't break a coconut.

all mobs are considered to have spawned with default equipment, nothing chance-based like enchanted weapons or armor on zombies, as that would be unfair.

HONORABLE MENTIONS

- Villager/Wandering Trader/Illagers: All of these would be able to break open a coconut. Illagers are proof that villager-type bodies CAN uncross their arms, but simply choose not to. They are also capable of tool usage, and some villages spawn with stonecutters. However, this feels kind of cheap, so I'm putting them here, as it's not really a NATURAL ability to break the coconut so much as it is the tool's ability to break the coconut.

- Any fish: I appreciate the enthusiasm, but no.

PASSIVE MOBS

- Horse/Cow/Donkey/Other hooved mobs: POSSIBLY. While I do think a horse could potentially build up enough force to break a coconut by trampling it, as someone who knows horses IRL, I am also relatively confident that they would also break their leg while doing it, because horse leg bones are made out of paper and glass. Cows and other hooved mobs MIGHT be able to crack it but I doubt they'd be able to build enough force.

- Baby Piglin: POSSIBLY. Babies do not use tools, but gold tools would probably be too soft to break open a coconut anyways. That said, those tusks are pretty strong, and while I'm not sure if a baby could use them to open a coconut, I'm going to say that baby piglins cannot.

- Turtle: A snapping turtle IRL definitely COULD break a coconut. Unfortunately the turtles in Minecraft are sea turtles, which do not have jaws as powerful as the snapping turtle.

NEUTRAL MOBS

- Bee: What's it gonna do, sting it open?

- Cave Spider/Spider: Technically neutral during the daytime. Sadly not able to open a coconut as a spider's mandibles, while effective at eating small insects, are completely useless for cracking open something armored like a coconut.

- Dolphin: This is in the neutral mobs section on the wiki for some reason. Sadly, no. Their jaws can eat fish but that's about it.

- Enderman: This one is interesting. An Enderman hits relatively hard, considering its weak-looking arms, and they are able to carry whole blocks, unique among mobs, but they can only carry relatively light blocks, so that doesn't help them. Their teleportation is obviously useless here. Ultimately, I will say that YES, an Enderman can in fact break a coconut, but with one caveat- they have to be angry. The open jaw of an Enderman is like a nutcracker, and if that closes on a coconut, I am near-positive it would break.

- Goat: A goat's charge could definitely carry enough force to break open a coconut. HOWEVER, it would have to be against a wall, otherwise it would just be launched. So, I'll put goats down as 'POSSIBLY'.

- Iron Golem: An iron golem does damage primarily through gravity, by launching its targets into the air and dropping them. Unfortunately, coconuts are designed to survive long falls from atop coconut trees. Iron golems would not be able to open a coconut.

- Llama: While llama spit does a surprisingly high amount of damage, it is not enough to break a coconut.

- Piglin/Piglin Brute: A piglin would be able to open a coconut. Their gold tools are basically useless in this scenario, but their tusks are not.

- Panda: Pandas can only eat bamboo. They are too weak to eat anything else. So no.

- Polar Bear: Look me in the eyes and tell me a polar bear wouldn't be able to open a coconut. It's heavy, it has claws. One of the few mobs I have to say would ALWAYS be able to open a coconut.

- Wolf: Sadly, wolves are too small to be able to open a coconut. The same goes for all cats.

HOSTILE MOBS

Remember, the goal is to OPEN the coconut, not to destroy it in any other way.

- Blaze: If the coconut is ashes, it is no longer a coconut. It is also not open.

- Zombie/Husk/Drowned: Zombies have such weak hits that it takes a full crowd of them to kill an unarmored player. There is no way those arms would be able to hurt a coconut. This includes zombie villagers.

- Creeper: POSSIBLY. While the creeper's explosion MIGHT open the coconut, it also has equal odds to launch the coconut away or to vaporize it.

- Elder/normal Guardian: It does not have any method of physical attack, and the eye beam and psychic powers, while cool, will not help it open a coconut.

- Endermite: No.

- Evoker: While these do fall under the honorable mentions category from earlier, I felt it was worth mentioning that the metal jaws they summon from the ground are DEFINITELY enough to break a coconut, even without using tools.

- Ghast: Same issue as the creeper, but even less consistent due to their ranged method of attack.

- Hoglin: Hoglins do a COMICALLY large amount of damage. They also have enormous tusks. They would definitely be able to open a coconut, though babies might have a hard time with it.

- Magma Cube: Ashes are not a coconut.

- Phantom: Now, normally I would say that they could break a coconut, as they could pick up the coconut, fly up very high, and drop it from above. Unfortunately, phantoms do not have arms.

- Ravager: Yes. Have you SEEN those jaws?

- Shulker: It would take multiple shulkers to open a coconut, as they'd need to hit it continuously to re-apply levitation, until it was high enough for it to break when it falls. That said, it's possible for a single shulker to break a coconut, just not as consistent.

- Silverfish: A silverfish can bury through stone. They would be fine burying through a coconut. That said, I'm not certain if that counts as breaking it open, so I'll put them down as POSSIBLY, though of course it's open to interpretation.

- Skeleton: An arrow cannot break through a coconut when fired from a bow that small. A crossbow, maybe. But not the default Minecraft bow.

- Slime: Slimes are too bouncy. All the force would just launch the coconut away.

- Vex: A vex alone is too small to open a coconut.

- Witch: A potion of harming cannot break a coconut as it has no physical force.

- Wither Skeleton: Maybe. A stone sword could break open a coconut, but a skeleton can't hit with much force, and most of their damage comes from the wither status effect. Now, if that applied to a plant, it would probably rot the coconut. This is destruction, but it does not break the coconut open.

- Zoglin: Hoglins but even more forceful and evil. They would break a coconut.

BOSSES:

- Ender Dragon: The coconut would fall into the void from the knockback and disappear. Not open, technically. Dragon breath is not physical damage and as such would be useless.

- Wither: The coconut no longer exists.

UPCOMING:

- Warden: Those jaws on its chest are impressive, and the strength of its attacks are pretty strong, too (at least in its current, unfinished state). It would almost certainly be able to break open a coconut, but due to its blindness, would probably have a hard time finding it to begin with.

UNUSED/REMOVED:

- Giant: A giant cannot attack and as such would not be able to open a coconut, except maybe by accidentally stepping on it.

- Zombie horse: Same as horses, but more persistent. Also would break its leg.

- Killer Bunny: While those teeth are great at chewing through flesh, canon (Monty Python) shows it cannot chew through heavier armor or a human skeleton, and as such it would be useless against a coconut.

- Illusioner: Coconuts cannot see illusions because they cannot see.

- Pigman: Pigmen were never actually implemented. Only their textures were in the game, and as such they would not be able to break a coconut due to not having a physical form. The same applies to red dragons.

- Human: A 'human' would only do the amount of damage a player's fist would deal, so no dice there. Opening a coconut with your bare hands without using some kind of tool is impossible.

- Rana (& other humanoids): Rana and other removed early humanoid mobs could not open a coconut, as despite their less-blocky artstyle, they were incapable of holding any object.

...and that should be every mob that has ever been in the game.

[tenthgrove]

N with Cioccolata please

N - Nightshade (danger, death): “Careful there. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

(Note- this one is pretty dark by my standards. Cioccolata forces Reader to participate in dissecting a human body)

“Aah, I always did want an intern!”

Cioccolata gently kneads the flesh of your waist as he holds you in his lap. The silicone glove he has yet to remove since his last surgery smears blood on your neck as he holds it in his hand. He kisses your shoulder teasingly. “Now kitten you better answer this time, whatever did I do to earn such a fright from my beloved?”

He knows, of course. Twisted as he is Cioccolata knew exactly what he was doing bursting into your cell doused in blood, having just made you listen to the dying screams of his last victim for hours on end in the next room. He loves it, the helplessness on your face as you look up at him, cowered in the corner like a wounded mouse. If you ask he says it’s romantic.

“You know I was qualified enough to take on interns,” Cioccolata continues, forgetting his previous threat. “But weirdly enough they never let me have any,” he muses.

“Because you’re sick,” you squeak quietly.

“Yes… now that did seem to be unspoken knowledge. And yet, despite long suspecting I was an evil person, the hospital kept me on as their star surgeon as long as they could. The rich patients adored me, I don’t doubt that had something to do with it,” he leans back, sinking his arms around your waist like a snake. “What a cruel world it is out there! Aren’t you grateful I saved you from all that?”

You hook a hand under his arm, trying to stop them creeping up towards your neck.

“Aren’t you?” he repeats more forcefully. A tear escapes your eye.

“No! I want to go home!”

Cioccolata goes lax, releasing you. You fall onto the floor, too surprised to have time to stand up. You hear the gentle tap of his fingers on the arm of the chair.

“Careful there. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

“Doctor- I’m sorry-”

“No, I understand perfectly,” Cioccolata declares. In an instant he’s grabbed you and pulled you to your feet, facing him. “I haven’t done a good enough job settling you into your new life. That’s on me to remedy. So, as my little intern, how about I show you? The cadaver is still fresh after all.”

You put two and two together and immediately begin your protests. But you’re helpless against Cioccolata’s strength as he drags you into the surgery room.

“Please,” he tuts. “For the last time call me Dolcio. Or just Cio. Cio-Cio? Now that would be sweet,” he muses. You pay no attention to his words as the woman’s corpse fills your senses. She can’t be older than thirty, hair colour indecipherable from the matting of blood sourced from her neck. You can’t stop focusing on her earrings- they jut out like she just got them pierced in the past few days.

Cioccolata stands behind you. You feel the handle of a scalpel be pushes into your palm, your fist closed around it. He takes hold of each of your wrists like a puppet.

Perhaps this isn’t so bad. Like this, you can shut your eyes.

Cioccolata moves the hand with the scalpel over the body. He forces your fingers to brush against the skin, letting you feel the uncanny heat that is too cool to be alive, to warm to be long dead. He manipulates your fingers into the proper poise and moves your hand diagonally. Blood oozes onto your fingertip. A test cut.

“Still sharp after all that? I’ll have to stick to this supplier, their quality is exceptional,” Cioccolata enthuses. He glides your hand to make a much larger, bigger cut. “Now, let’s check your basic knowledge. What are we looking at?”

“I don’t know… I’m not smart like you…” you gamble, hoping appeasement will flatter him into desisting.

“Come now, it’s children’s play. Hmm…” he leans in close so his breath tickles your ear. “Maybe you should open your eyes and try.”

Accepting defeat, you force yourself to look at the cut you’ve made.

Ribs. The answer to his question was ribs.

“My specialism focuses on the chest cavity, as you know, so normally my patients�� torsos are in poor quality by the time I’m done with them. However I was focusing on the throat today, so lucky for you it’s all untarnished.”

Black shapes are starting to appear in your vision. It’s the only thing to counter the blaring lights above. Unfortunately for you, you’re nowhere near done. You never appreciated just how many steps there are to surgery, more when your teacher is stopping to describe every bone, sinew and vein he is forcing you to hold.

With every new minute, you feel more and more sick. It’s the smell more than the sight, although that isn’t what causes you to finally lose it. Eventually it’s Cioccolata shoving your finger inside the artery into the heart that finally breaks you, and you pass out, dizzy and nauseated in his arms.

“Hmmm, alright,” he accepts, cradling you as you slip from consciousness. “We can stop here on this occasion. Just remember all you’ve learned, okay?”

[phaticserpent]

Playing with Fire

Chapter 9

Ultron initiates his plans and you begin to reconsider what you got yourself into

I finally updated! Sorry it took so long. I'm also thinking of adding a tag list now! If you're interested, send an ask to my inbox!

Warning: I guess a bit of yandere!Ultron (ish)

By 'we' it was just basically Natasha. You explained the whole situation but relayed the message that Wanda knew more about it than you. The two of you stared at the cradle and the truck lurched forward, causing you to crash into Natasha.

"Sorry, sorry!" You squeaked out of embarrassment.

"Not a problem. I have Clint on the way." She reported, quickly glancing out of the truck's rear end. You were furiously pushing at the heavy box. "You could come with us." She suddenly suggested.

"Oh uh…..that's alright." You smiled sheepishly. "There's probably no way I'll be able to change or deter Ultron, but I….at least want to be with him."

"You've got guts. If he does anything….and I mean, anything to you, don't be afraid to speak up." Natasha offered and you nodded. The two of you watched the jet hover under the truck. "Eh, you might've wished you hadn't said that. " She said into the audio. You watched Natasha push the cradle into the jet, yet in an instant, you saw a flash of metal.

Before you knew it, you were being carried away by one of Ultron's sentries. You didn't like how the entire flight was utter silence, though, you had nothing to say.

"Ultron—" you started but paused as you watched him lay an unconscious Natasha on the ground. He trudged away while you lingered behind. "Talk to me."

"About what?"

"Anything."

"Okay. Let's talk about why you were helping the Avengers." Ultron turned to face you, basically towering over you. "I thought you understood me."

"I…..I do but your plan has gone too far."

"Too far?"

"Do you really expect me to choose you when you're initiating me and my family's extinction?" You scoffed. "I'm sorry but that's not the Ultron I chose." He stood there, unmoving and speechless.

"–I can guarantee your safety."

"It's not my safety I'm worried about." You gritted your teeth. He wasn't understanding. "Did you really think I would want to live with my entire family gone?"

"Do they even care about you?" Ultron scoffed. His words hadn't registered and Ultron's scoff fell once he realized what he had said.

"You changed." You chuckled coldly. "And not in a good way, I don't even recognize who you are."

"Don't even think about leaving." Though the words came out harsh, there was a certain edge of despair to them. You paused but clenched your hands before walking away. Upon exiting and letting out a breath, you remembered that Natasha is still held captive. You cursed, not being able to bring yourself back inside. Gathering your strength, you marched back inside directly up to Ultron. His eyes glared through you, but your eyes flared back.

"The only reason I'm back is because I made a promise to Natasha. I would never leave you, I wouldn't leave you to despair. I may not be able to change you, but I promised and chose to stay by your side." You gritted every line out. "You were the one that gave me a chance. You were the one who helped me improve my metalwork……And at the end of the day, I was just another fucking pawn to you." Ultron stood, speechless and motionless. He clenched his fist and turned his back to you. It was as if he was waiting to muster the courage to reply, yet those words never came and he simply walked away. After he was gone, you went to check on Natasha but she was still unconscious. So, you went to grab a glass of water as you left it within arms reach for her, but not too close for it to spill. Unfortunately, an Ultron sentry was keeping a close eye on you and Natasha in his absence. You raised your arms up to show that you mean no harm or threat before backing away.

The next day, a little close to dawn, there was an abrupt knock at your door. You hesitantly opened it to see Ultron.

"Can we talk?" He rumbled. His eyes desperately meeting yours. "Please." You widened the door, allowing him inside.

"How's Natasha?"

"She's fine. She'll wake in due time." Ultron grunted. You could tell your question already annoyed him. "I have a plan to protect your family."

"How?"

"You said camp half blood is protected by a magic barrier, right? Well, I can possibly reinforce it."

"Possibly?"

"Yes." Ultron sighed. "If I can get enough of my sentries near the border, they can strengthen it. Although they won't be able to replicate it, they could create something similar and buff it."

"Is that even possible?"

"Well…..I'll have to see."

"I genuinely think it won't work….." You said softly. Ultron's hands lowered at your remark, seemingly offended and discouraged. "Not saying that it's useless. It would work if it worked like that…..the magic barrier around camp is something the gods gave. A magic barrier that size and strength is hard to replicate."

"Still, I can try….please." He reached out but paused at your side. Your gaze lingered at his hand and you nodded.

"Alright." You finally said and the tension in the room was relieved. You took hold of his hand and held his gaze. "Please promise me that you'll be safe. Promise me that you'll reconsider your plan……we can give this up and live in peace."

"I will…..I promise." He promised. Did promises even mean anything to him? Ultron walked away from you as you stared after him, wondering what you had just encouraged and kept replaying that conversation in your head. There was no implication of ill intentions that Ultron harbors to keep your demigod family safe. However, he seemed too desperate. Everything he was doing was to keep you here. Yet when you came to that conclusion, you knew you couldn't leave him. After everything he went through to try….you couldn't simply walk away. Everything was too complicated and you couldn't decide if you were in the right or wrong.

"Oh Lord Hephaestus, please help me." You prayed softly. You peeked around, expecting something but to no one's surprise, nothing happened. "Didn't expect him to understand." You sulked back into your room to organize your belongings. A couple of moments passed before you heard the heavy metallic footsteps of Ultron, and you cautiously peaked out to see his prime form.

"Get ready, we're leaving." He huffed out, not even a glance at you.

"Ultron….wait!" You called, reaching out to grab his hand. He stopped abruptly before turning to meet your gaze, though it was more condescending.

"What." He snapped.

"Please…let's reconsider the plan." You suggested. "You're making me feel confused….you're the first person who believed in me, the first person to support me….you genuinely took interest in mine. Now, I don't even recognize you."

"I'm going to have to tell you to get to the point." Ultron sighed.

"The point is, I love you. Instead of seeking revenge, let's settle down and live in peace…..we can go to Camp Half Blood and stay there together, they'll never find us. We'll be protected—"

"You're just a pawn to the gods…..they don't see you for your worth." He spoke softly. "You only have me." Your eyes widened and you stood there, stunned. Ever so gently, he took your hand and guided you out, which was easy as you were in a trance from the shock.

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[sukirichi]

Breakfast: ingredient 64 + sugar 5 for inumaki

Okay, but like- what about inumaki's first kiss? His mouth is a very sensitive area and his first kiss would be a very intimate act, so here's what happens: reader and him are mutually pining BUT all everyone else sees is the sexual tension between them.

Somehow itadori manages to lock them in a dark small space, where they share their first kiss, yet they don't speak about it and to each other for a long time. At some point itadori (i swear this kid is a matchmaker) points out how y/n and toge can't even glance at each other and inumaki breaks. Late at night he shows up at reader's dorm, pins her to the wall and kisses her like no tomorrow. After they eventually have a rough make out with toge's shirt coming off, they lay on her bed where reader tells him she really likes him and he grabs her chin to stop her rambling and she looses it when she sees so much love and lust swirling in his eyes (they maybe have a third make out round 👀) and in the end they come to the conclusion they love each other and that they should have acted sooner on it.

I don't know if make outs count as nsfw and i read that you can write only sfw for inumaki, so it's okay if you can't complete this request. Just let me know you if can't.

Also get prepared to be spoiled spammed with asks.

— 🍰 strawberry shortcake anon

delicate

the first kiss with inumaki toge is as delicate as he is.

meal order: ★🥞 + 64 (canon au) + 5 (mutual pining) + sensitive first kiss with inumaki, them trapped in a room + yuuji as matchmaker uwu + WALL PIN KISS YES SIR + basically hot af inumaki

warnings: nothing really, just make out sessions and implications of smut, also UH soft dom inumaki toge, i guess? unedited as always

song i listened to while writing: I.F.L.Y. by Bazzi

note: 🍰 anon TYSM for this request, my heart was legit doki doki the whole time. this totally reminds me of why inumaki was my first crush and he’s the reason i came to watch jjk lol i love him so much <3 i hope this is what you’ve been looking for and that you like it! i had a lot of fun writing this one!

“Yuuji, don’t!” You tried to scramble against the strawberry haired boy’s grip, but he was far too strong, and it didn’t help that Nobara’s riled up self was helping him push you back inside the storage room. “Yuuji, Nobara, I’m your senpai, have some respect—” You don’t get to finish your words before you’re pushed inside, landing on the floor with a thud.

“Yuuji!” You banged your fists on the door once you’ve recovered, screaming at the top of your lungs. From outside the door, you heard the underclassmen giggle and run away, leaving you with your crush, Inumaki Toge, of all people.

Falling down into a squat, you wrapped your arms around yourself, refusing to look at him. You were only thankful that it was dark so Toge wouldn’t see how your pupils blew wide, your body responding at the soft scent of his perfume and laundry detergent. He’d been your crush for who knows how long now, and your first memory of meeting the cursed speech user burns at the back of your mind to remind you that it’s been years, and yet you’ve barely spoken to him.

Unlike the other students, your cursed technique wasn’t the most useful in combat. Your technique allowed you to nullify the abilities of others, but the downside of it was that it didn’t have much advantage against curses, so you had to rely on your physical strength to exorcise.

On the bright side, though…

“So,” Toge begins, shuffling away from the dusty wall and closer to you. Your heartbeat raced when his knees brushed against yours, thighs pressed against one another. “You’re a victim of them too.”

“Hmm, guess so.”

Neither of you speak for a while. Toge himself wasn’t much of a talker, and he barely batted an eye when Maki and Panda hauled his ass inside the storage room. He was so calm and placid that your mind was in mess – both because you were comfortable and happy in his presence, but at the same time, your palms were so sweaty and the room was so stuffed you could barely breathe. It didn’t help that Toge was humming too, reassured that he wasn’t going to hurt you with his powers.

“Uhm,” you started nervously, fiddling with your fingers. The silence stretched out thick and cordial that you couldn’t bear it anymore, and you turned to Toge with wide eyes, blinking back rapidly when he faced you as well, his deep purple eyes like a painting before you. “Do-do you know why we’re locked in here?”

Your palms grew wetter with each ticking second; Toge taking his time to answer.

Nobara had eavesdropped on you gushing to Megumi on how Toge looked so cute during breakfast this morning, and the girl immediately ran off to tell her best friend, Yuuji; the two of them sharing the same braincells.

Before you knew it, everyone split into two groups, your classmates dragging Toge away while Nobara and Yuuji manhandled you, hissing into your ear to man up and fess.

As if it was as easy as that! Inumaki Toge – albeit approachable and kind – was still the light of your life, the apple of your eye, and he barely acknowledged your presence the whole two years you’ve been with him. He was much closer with Maki and Panda while you got along more with the younger ones (although you wouldn’t hesitate to redact that statement after doing this to you), so the chances of you ever striking up a full conversation with him were low.

You only admired him from afar, sighing dreamily into your hands while he trained with Panda. Megumi seemed to be the only decent one, silent and bored as ever while you rambled on tirelessly on how much Toge looked so buff under his uniform yet had the face baby, stating over and over again he was born just to drive you crazy.

You should’ve known someone would find out one way or another, but heavens forbid, not him. The both of you were barely friends to begin with – you didn’t want to shatter whatever mutual respect you had for each other just because you crushed on him hard.

Mind running back and forth over the different ways Toge could reject you, because obviously someone had told him, or obviously he knew already – why else would he be locked here with you if your friends didn’t know something? It was getting hard to read his face from the darkness; the only thing you could make out were his long lashes and lips visible with his collar down.

“I don’t know, to be honest,” he avoided your gaze, and you swallowed audibly at the sound of his husky voice; unused to speaking this much. “But…but we’ve got nothing to worry about. Gojo-Sensei or Nanamin will come around soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded at his words, cursing inwardly that this was your perfect chance to confess or at least try and be friends with him, but your whole body was burning, feet frozen in your place that you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You watched from the corner of your eye as Toge rocked back and forth in his heels, cheeks puffed out, and your eyes zeroed in on the snake tattoo beside his lips.

Toge rarely ever let his collar down to muffle his voice, so seeing him expose his lips like this almost felt intimate. He looked so pretty, long lashes fluttering on top of those warmed cheeks and strong arms wrapped around his knees.

He was just an arm’s length away. This was the closest you’d ever gotten with him, and maybe it was because you’d kept your feelings a secret for so long that it suddenly burst through. Faster than you could take notice of yourself, your arm reached out to cup his cheeks, thumb swiping against the tattoos. “Pretty,” you murmured, Toge stiffening up under your touch.

His eyes skewed over to yours, wide and unreadable, but there was something there – something burning. He had to bite down his cheek as you caressed his face absentmindedly, and it wasn’t until his fingers came up to your wrist that you realized what you were doing.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, the warmth of his skin now searing because of your embarrassment. “Toge – I-I didn’t mean to – I’m so sorry! It’s just, your tattoos look so pretty and I’ve always—”

Your words are thrown right back into your mouth when Toge tugged you forward, sending the both of you toppling to the ground. Toge’s hands were delicate, just as delicate as your touch, when he cupped your face, his lips moving with yours. You were stunned for a moment before pleasure and fireworks exploding everywhere burst within you, prompting you to kiss him back in urgent fervor.

Toge’s lips tasted like candy, his sighs into your mouth melting your insides until you’re crumpling his shirt, eyes shut so tight in fear that maybe this would all disappear the moment you opened them.

Your hands travelled everywhere – from his shoulders, to his neck, his jaw – before it settled into his hair, the satisfaction of finally getting to run your hands through them has you weakening in his hold. Toge keeps his grip on your waist firm, almost possessive even, and he held you up both, sitting up while your arms wound around his neck.

A curse must’ve possessed you because you moaned into his mouth when he nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it inside his mouth so he could taste your cherry chapstick.

He wasn’t in a better state than yours. As the cursed speech user, his mouth was one of his most sensitive parts, and it took all energy it had in him to not kiss you senseless right then and there, your lips swiping over his mouth in such a mind-numbing sensation.

It felt like his body was on fire, the heat licking up from his toes to right where you were pressed on him. Your lips on his was scorching, the soft sighs and moans you gave him only adding to the fuel.

Toge groaned as your nails subconsciously pulled at his hair, making him grind you down into the V of his lips, pressing your chest firms against his until there was no more space. Through the darkness and nearly airless atmosphere of the room, Toge still managed to take your breath away, your lips moving in synch and you were falling, falling, falling.

He effortlessly held your weakening arms up before he pulled away, both your chests panting at the sudden heated kiss. His eyes trailed down from your lust-filled gaze to the bow of your lips, where the flesh was plump and abused.

Toge’s thumb swiped over your lips that had you frozen solid because he looked at you so gently, delicately, almost as if he didn’t want to hurt you. But he never could – you nullified everyone’s powers and allowed him freedom in your space. You’d let him come again and again, welcoming him with open arms if he wanted so, and in that moment, you believed he did.

Although why would he want you?

Fears and insecurities struck a chord in you and you scrambled away from his lap, leaving Toge all alone in the ground. You ducked your head down to ignore the confused and hurt expression on his face, turning back to the door instead. “I’m so sorry,” you rasped out in one breath, “I-I didn’t mean for that kiss to happen and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Please just forget this ever happened and I really wish you and I aren’t awkward for this. Okay, good night. See you around.”

Pulling your phone out of your pocket after cursing yourself for not thinking of texting Megumi sooner, you speed dialed the younger boy, begging him to unlock the door.

Megumi came around a few minutes later. Toge had long settled behind you, silent but still catching his breath from your previous lip-locking. His presence unnerved you and you rubbed your hands up and down your arms, praying to whoever divines self that Toge would forget about this as well. The moment Megumi came around, you leaped out of the room, leaving two confused boys – with one of them unknowingly shattered.

The next few days were hell.

You and Toge hadn’t talked much at all before, but now, you both pretended as if the other didn’t existed. During class where there had to be pairings, you immediately sided with Maki and pushing Panda to Toge’s way, the latter frowning behind his collar every time you avoided his gaze.

You just couldn’t handle being anywhere near him after that kiss. You feared that your heart would combust and you’d further embarrass yourself in front of him, as if you weren’t embarrassing enough with how excited you were as you kissed him.

Gosh, what would Toge think of you now?

You bet he found you so weird, and your suspicions were only confirmed when he’d resorted to avoiding you as well. No more polite and cheery good mornings! in the hallway or asking what he had for lunch, no more random texting of memes at 3am because you both didn’t have friends outside the institute.

Pure silence from the other side.

It should’ve comforted you – you wanted to stay away from him, right? – but you only grew restless. Your focus dwindled with each passing day, finding yourself at the back of Toge’s head longingly when he wasn’t looking, then sighing as you chastised yourself from being stupid.

To be honest, that kiss only made your feelings multiply tenfold.

Now that you knew how warm and comfortable Toge was to the touch, how his lips tasted and how his hair felt under your touch – you crushed on him impossibly harder than before.

You reached a point where you tossed and turn around in bed, unable to fall asleep; completely unaware that just a few doors down, he was doing the same. It had you thinking back to that day all over again, wondering why did he kiss you? If he liked you, why did he never talk to you? He never even noticed you before and you were always the first one to strike conversation, but because the others were always around, chats were limited, one-worded, and awkward.

That cursed technique of yours was still useless, after all.

“Would you please stop moping around?” Megumi slammed his book down on the table next to you, and you jumped in your seat, clutching your pencil to your chest. “I’m tired of you eye-fucking Inumaki-senpai.”

“Wha – ? No, I wasn’t, what are you talking about?”

“You’ve both been acting weird,” observed Yuuji who stopped fighting with Nobara over who would win in an arm wrestling fight without special abilities: Gojo-Sensei or Nanami. Nobara nodded beside him, stealing Yuuji’s crisp chips before speaking. “You both can’t even glance at each other. All of us can feel that something’s wrong between you two.”

“They probably fucked in the storage room.”

“Nobara, keep your voice down!”

“Why should I?” she smirked, jabbing her thumb to an asleep Toge lounging on the field with Panda. “Your precious crush is asleep. He won’t know. But whatever, what did happen when we locked you both there?”

“You all humiliated me, that’s what happened!”

“What do you mean humiliated?” Megumi asked this time around, and you buried your face in your arms, glancing over at Toge again. He was slumbering peacefully, his body shaded from the sun under the tree, and your fingertips itched with the urge to hold him close again.

“He doesn’t like me,” you concluded with trembling lips, sending one last longing glance at Toge. “And I think I just absolutely ruined everything.”

No matter how much your underclassmen tried to cheer you up, your spirits were never lifted. You trudged back to your room that night, tired and drained from all the events that you just buried your nose in your textbook, studying about curses for next week’s exams.

The words began to blur and you sighed on your seat, glancing at your phone. It was nearing midnight and the dorms were oddly quiet, but you guessed everyone just had a long day.

Soon, you brushed your teeth and moved to retire for the night when three soft knocks came from your door. Your hand stilled on your blanket, brows furrowed at who could it be this time of the night. After fixing your hair to make yourself presentable, you swung the door open, ready to hit Yuuji if he came here to drag you down to the movie room and force you to watch horror movies again when you were harshly pushed, the stranger kicking the door back.

You gasped as warm lips came crashing down to yours, your hands pinned above your hand with just one arm.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to know it was Toge who’d placed a knee between your legs to prevent you from falling; your knees already turning to jelly before you even registered it was him. The familiar taste of something sweet like candy and cough syrup coated your senses and you moaned in his arms as his hands ran under your shirt, making the hairs on your body prickle up in anticipation.

Toge took advantage of your moan, his tongue slipping inside before it clashed with yours. It was too much – his overwhelming scent, his tongue tasting yours, his hands squeezing your breasts tenderly – you were on the verge of falling apart.

Fire burned all over your body, pure instinct dominating your conscious mind as you pushed him back, Toge falling down with you scrambling above him.

He grunted at your sloppy actions of trying to tug his shirt over his head, but he complied, reaching up at the same time you leant down for another wet, heated kiss. The kiss this time around was far less gentle and more urgent; your mutual pining for one another tipping over the edge until all hell broke loose.

You settled into his lap as if it were a throne and he encouraged you to take it, to claim him because he considered you the queen of his world.

“Toge, I,” you rambled after every peck, unable to form a complete sentence because you kept wanting to kiss him. It was nearly impossible to pull away now that he held you so close, making you feel like home and driving you absolutely insane. “I can’t do it anymore, mmhm, I want you so much – always have – I don’t want to avoid you and I just want to—”

He stopped your rambling by grabbing your chin forwards, his lips molding over yours again and dancing with it like two perfectly syncopated performers.

Toge’s curious hands ravished every crevice and dip of your curves as he sucked on your tongue, tasting it fervently like a traveler memorizing his path. You shuddered when Toge’s nimble fingers travelled down to cup your ass to lift you upwards, pushing you closer and deeper into his mouth.

None of you cared about anything anymore. You could barely focus on anything but letting your hands roam free down his chest, Toge rutting up to you when your cold hands brushed over his nipple.

Needing air to breathe, you pulled away first, panting as your forehead pressed against his. You stared at each other, lips swollen and wet from the hot make-out session. You were sure that your adoration for him was clearly evident in your eyes, that your feelings for him sparkled and radiated like the bright sunshine’s warmth he always made you feel.

But that wasn’t what drove you crazy.

It was the fact his expression mirrored yours; only his had lust swirling around his dark eyes, an unexplainable plethora of emotions flooding through them. You were breathing hard and so was he, his soft pants warming your lips that were still sore from his hungry ministrations.

Now was the time.

It didn’t matter that maybe he didn’t feel the same way for you; you liked him so much. Your feelings poured over the glass and your eyes glossed over with how your heart frantically chanted his name, wanting nothing and no one else but him.

“I love you,” you confessed, “I fucking love you.”

To your surprise, Toge chuckled, pulling you forward until his chest was flushed against yours. He captured your lips for one last kiss, delicate this time around as his hands cupped your jaw. You tilted your hide to the side to deepen the kiss, and you sighed while Toge rubbed soothing circles at the sides of your jaw then down to your neck.

“You better,” he mumbled through your lips, “Because I fucking love you too, and I don’t want to play this game of push and pull anymore.”

It was your first time to hear such dominance in his words, to witness such need and possessiveness shine back through his eyes, his lips travelling to the sides of your face. Submissively, you arched your back to him and allowed him access to your neck, head lolling to the side. Even as Toge slowly but surely left little love bites to mark you as his, he was gentle and delicate, soft yet hard, bitter but sweet like the longing you had for one another.

Even as he had you trapped under his arms, his heat nestled into the deeper, intimate parts of you that only welcomed no one else but him; your lover was absolutely delicate.

And you only fell for him harder than you already have.

[elsliterarylibrary]

REQUEST! Can I get yandere 2p Canada with a darling ( reader ) that's not at all afraid of him ( they're one fearless little shit ). They are also not afraid to rock his shit. The darling has super natural strength btw, so by the time they're done with him he'll have more than a few broken bones.

So basically Reader is the Incredible Hulk? Okay. I can work with it.

(Y/N)'s POV

I was walking home from work late one night. It was about 11 pm and it was dark out. I was rushing home, I never lived walking home alone so late at night, especially since I thought I was being stalked. I didn't have concrete evidence that I was being stalked, but I was sure that someone had been inside my house on more than one occasion. I mean, I don't think my 10 pound cat's footsteps sound like an adult wearing military boots. But then again, maybe Tortoise does wear military boots. It's not like I see him very often since he is always hiding who knows where.

After about 5 minutes, I arrived at my apartment. I unlocked the front door and walked into my living room and I instantly knew something was amiss. I could hear Tortoise howling and hissing in the kitchen. He was a very quiet cat, so I knew he was upset at something. What was Tortoise upset about? What could be in the kitchen that upset Tortoise so much? My questions were answered when I heard a man hiss something at my black cat and a loud, aggressive hiss from said cat. I grabbed my baseball bat from beside the door and race to the kitchen, flipping on the light to reveal a tall, muscular man. I instantly recognized the blond man as Matt, my best friend Allen's half brother.

"Matt?! What the hell are you doing in my kitchen at...," I glance at the clock on the wall. "11:18 at night?!"

Matt smirked at me, showing off his pearly white teeth. "You remember my name, Chickadee?"

"You're Allen's brother! Of course I know your name! Why are you in my kitchen?!"

"I'm here for you, (Y/N). I'm taking you home with me, where you belong." He took a step towards me making Tortoise hiss protectively at him.

"What the hell are you talking about, Matt? I'm not going anywhere with you! I barely know you!" I yelled, taking a step back.

Matt glared at me. He was clearly not happy with my protests.

"I was hoping that I could sneak up on you and knock you out, but that damn cat of yours kinda ruined that plan. I didn't even know you owned a cat and I've stalked you for months!"

My eyes widened at his statement. "Y-You're the person who was stalking me?! What the actual FUCK Matt?! What is wrong with you?!" He smiled at my outburst and then I noticed it, his famous hockey stick. Although, it was missing it's barbed wire. I remembered seeing the hockey stick every time I would go over to Allen's place to hang out. Without thinking, I charged at the muscular blond man, raising my bat up into the air. I swung with all my might and made contact with Matt's face, a satisfying crunch resonating through the room. Matt hollered as I broke his nose, blood beginning to pour out of his nose.

I went to swing again, but Matt was slightly faster than I was. He grabbed the bat and yanked it from my grip.

"Ow, you bitch! That fucking hurt!" He yelled into my face, a little bit of spit flying and landing onto my face. I took this opportunity to upper cut the bastard. His head flew upward as my fist made contact with his chin, a surprised yell echoing through the small kitchen. He wasted no time and swung his hockey stick at me, grazing my shoulder although it didn't make the impact any less significant. I yelped as I flew onto the floor from the impact. Matt walked up to me and raised the hockey stick above his head, ready to strike. I swept my leg against his ankle and down he fell, hitting his head on the counter on his way down. I jumped up, running out of the kitchen and to the living room, but not to call for help. I had a better chance of winning this fight in a more open space compared to the cramped kitchen. As I made it to the living room, I heard Matt groan from the other room as he struggled to get up to go after me.

"Come get me, you psychopath! I'll kick your ass!" I yelled at him. I was in the ZONE and the adrenaline was pumping! Matt ran into the living room and swung his hockey stick at me, missing me by mere centimeters as I dodged his attack. I ran at him and body tackled him, swinging a few punches at him. He reached up and grabbed my (h/l) hair, pulling at it to get me to let up. He used all his strength to flip himself over to pin me to the ground, his legs on either side of me. I kicked my leg up and hit him in his family jewels. He flopped off of me and I ran across the room to the closet. I had just enough time to grab a crow bar before I heard Matt get up and charge at me. I turned around and swung the crowbar and it hit Matt's left arm with a sickening crack. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground, cradling his arm. I dropped the crow bar and ran over to the kitchen counter where I saw Tortoise sitting, looking at me with proud green eyes. His black tail moved from side to side in satisfaction, proud of me as I had defeated the muscular man.

I smiled at Tortoise, not hearing the man behind me get up. I only knew something was wrong when I saw Tortoise tense up and when he hissed, turning around just in time to see the hockey stick just as it hit me in the head, knocking me out. Fuck, I'm an idiot.

3RD Person POV

After the (h/c) haired girl fell to the ground, an arrogant laugh sounded through the flat. Matt growled and yelled at the other person in the dwelling, livid at the judgement evident in their voice.

"Allen, get your ass out here and help me get her home!"

"Oh my God! That was glorious! She kicked your ass! I knew she was a good one!" The red head laughed, nearly doubling over.

"I'm going to kick your ass if you don't help me like you promised! Don't make me get Oliver involved!" The red head raised his hands, defensively.

"Okay! Okay! I was just jokin' with ya! Geez!"

[lostinthewiind]

Hi!!! I just wanted to say that I freaking love your cherry X Joe X Reader poly series! And its actually got me into the anime!!! I was actually wondering if you want to, write one where the female! Reader is being stalked and harassed by a co-worker at her job and she didn't want to tell Joe and cherry because she doesn't want them to worry about her too much because they already have so much on their plates. But one day, the two of them decide to pick up the her up to surprise her, flowers and everything. And they see the co-worker harassing their lover and it's up to you to determine how they would react? Can also plz make were the three of them are engaged?

Polyamorous Relationship w/ Joe & Cherry: Your Problems, My Problems, Our Problems

A/N: first of all, I'm so honoured to hear that I got you into anime :) Secondly, I can already feel that this request is going to be fun to write! I'll make sure to add an engagement fic to the series soon as well because I've been meaning to anyway. So happy that so many people seem to really like this series as much as I do.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: stalking, predatory behaviour, slightly angsty, profanity, someone who does NOT drink their 'respect women' juice

"Awh, come on, Sweetheart." Your coworker slipped into the elevator with you at the last second despite your desperate attempt to escape him at the end of the day. "Just one drink and then I'll never ask again."

You clenched your fist by your side on the opposite side of him so he wouldn't see. Mustering all of your strength, you forced a fake smile. "Sorry, I can't tonight. I've got plans with my boyfriend."

You had been dropping these not-so-subtle hints that you absolutely were not interested for months on end by now, but your coworker was either completely blinded by his persistence or was willingly ignoring them in favour of achieving his goal.

At first, when you had transferred to his floor at the company building, he had come across as nothing more than a kind mentor offering to show you the ropes. But then, bit by bit, he got pushier. 'Get to know your coworkers' dinners soon turned to just the two of you alone at a bar, which quickly turned into a situation that you found uncomfortable and ever since then, you had turned down all of his advances.

In the beginning, you had tried to make your excuses believable and turn him down nicely since he was above you in the company, but as the weeks passed and he still didn't seem to get the message, your responses got shorter and less believable. Now he was asking you out pretty much every day, multiple times a day. Sometimes he would even follow you to your car to make sure you were going home just like you said you were.

You weren't sure when it had happened, exactly, but things had gone from annoying to anxiety-inducing seemingly overnight and you had no idea what to do about it.

"You always mention this 'boyfriend' of yours," he used air quotes to make it clear that he didn't believe you, "but I've never seen him. Sure you aren't lying just to get me to go away?"

You chuckled nervously, hoping to come up with a quick answer to satisfy him for the night so that he wouldn't feel the need to tail you to your car. "No, of course not. He just has a busy work schedule as well. You know how it is."

He eyed you sternly, his gaze almost piercing. "Hmm," he hummed, contemplating. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight."

As soon as the elevator doors slid open on the main floor of the building, he gave a wave and exited before you and headed for the front doors. Slowly, you followed him out, and as soon as you saw him disappear into the darkness of the night, you exhaled shakily and took a moment to regain your composure.

You honestly didn't know how you managed to seem so calm and collected around him on the daily considering your heart always pounded ruthlessly against your rib cage whenever you saw him.

Once you were fully composed again, you made your way to your car as fast as possible and drove back home, knowing that seeing Joe and Cherry would immediately make you feel better; not that they knew their presence was something you relied on at the end of the day because you refused to tell them.

At first, you kept it to yourself because it seemed harmless and you didn't want them to overreact and blow up at nothing, but then, as it got worse, it just seemed like the time to tell them had passed. And the last thing you wanted to do was worry them when they both already had exhausting work lives as well.

You simply didn't want to be a burden. You were sure they dealt with annoying coworkers as well and they didn't feel the need to bother you with those stupid little problems, so you wouldn't either.

Walking through the front door of your shared apartment, you felt a weight lift from your shoulders at the sight of Cherry at his desk and Joe sitting on the couch with the television playing some show on low volume. 

“I’m home,” you announced with a weary, but genuine, smile on your face. Before either of your boyfriends could utter a response, you had kicked off your shoes, made your way over to the couch, and curled up next to Joe with your face buried in his neck. His hair was wet, indicating he had just gotten out of the shower, and the smell of his shampoo and body wash calmed you instantly.

“Hey.” Joe wrapped an arm around you as he shared a quizzical look with Cherry. Usually, you would get changed, shower, and eat something before even thinking about relaxing for the night. “Everything okay?”

Realizing that you had basically announced that everything was not, in fact, okay with your unusual actions, you froze for a second. You contemplated just coming clean about everything right then and there, but before you could make a decision, the words “I’m fine” were spilling from your mouth.

“Just a long and exhausting day at work,” you followed up your lie with some details, not they they were technically false as it had been a long and exhausting day . . . just not for the reasons they thought. “I’ve been thinking about coming home to you two ever since my alarm went off this morning. Just one of those days.”

The sweet smiles that dawned Joe’s and Cherry’s faces proved that they believed you. “You hungry?” Joe pressed a kiss to your temple. “I brought home some leftovers from work again.”

Your eyes lit up and Joe chuckled. “Really?” You found yourself forgetting about your troubles in the blink of an eye. 

“Really really.” Joe nodded. “I can heat some up for you if you want to shower and get changed.”

Pulling a dramatically emotional face, you faked a sniffle. “You’re the best, you know that?” You planted a big kiss to his lips before heading for the bedroom and stopping in the doorway. “You’re the best too, Kaoru,” you added for good measure so your other boyfriend didn’t feel left out before vanishing into the bedroom. 

You heard Cherry scoff amusingly in the background, but by then you were in too good of a mood to throw something snarky back at him and were determined to enjoy the moment because you knew that this good feeling would disappear as soon as you started work again in the morning. 

But for now, you could enjoy the comforts of your home and the two people you loved most in the world.

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As you finished your work for the day and got ready to head home, overjoyed that it was the last night you would have to work overtime for a while, you were surprised that you had managed to get through the day with little interaction or pestering from your coworker.

You didn’t want to jinx yourself or anything, but for a brief moment the thought that he had finally given up crossed your mind. Out of the corner of your eye, you scanned the office for him but he was nowhere to be seen. Sighing in relief, you gathered your things and made a bee-line for the elevator.

For once, you had managed to get through an entire day without being cornered and asked out for the millionth time. 

As the elevator doors opened and you stepped out into the lobby, you spotted two familiar faces waiting for you at the front doors and you felt your heart swell with excitement. You had expected both your boyfriends to be busy tonight with work, the same as you were, so seeing them both standing there, waiting for you with flowers in hand, was a welcomed surprised.

Thinking that today was actually a good day for once, you rose your hand to wave with a grin on your face, a feeling of freedom and joy spreading through you  . . . that was until you felt a hand clasp down on your shoulder. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Immediately, your good mood had vanished.

Slowly, you lowered your hand—your smile fading in the process—and turned around to face your coworker. 

“Thought you could get away without me noticing?” His grin was wide and toothy, like a predator showing off its fangs to prove how powerful it was. He didn’t pay any mind to Joe or Cherry, which meant that he either didn’t know they were there for you or didn’t care. 

“I’m actually in a bit of a hurry.” You gestured over to your boyfriends, hoping that the realization that your significant other was real would finally be enough to scare him off. “I’ve got plans.”

He glanced Joe and Cherry’s way briefly, but it did nothing to deter him. “Oh, so you do actually have a boyfriend. Which one is he?”

You swallowed hard. Usually, explaining the whole polyamory thing was too time-consuming so you told people you had a boyfriend and left it at that. “It’s, well . . . um . . .”

Before you were forced to answer, Joe and Cherry had noticed your discomfort from across the lobby and started making their way over. The look in Joe’s eyes gave away that he was none too pleased that your male coworker still had his hand on your shoulder. 

“This must be one of your coworkers,” Cherry was the first to speak, extending his hand politely to your coworker. “Nice to meet you.”

Your coworker used his free hand to shake Cherry’s while Joe just grunted in disapproval. In a desperate attempt to escape the situation without causing a scene, you tried to shift closer to Joe but were stopped by your coworker’s hand clamping down harder on your shoulder. 

“We’re the boyfriends.” Joe’s grip tightened around the bouquet of flowers he was holding as he reached out, wrapped an arm around your waist, and pulled you away from your coworker and toward him. 

“Boyfriends? As in plural?” Your coworker tilted his head at you quizzically. “You never told me you had two boyfriends.”

“I never-” you started, but you were quickly cut off.

“I’m a little surprised you’re real,” your coworker said, somehow seemingly completely unfazed. “I was seriously beginning to believe she was making you up to avoid going out with me.”

You shook your head and chuckled nervously, something you found yourself doing around him a lot in order to keep the mood light. ���I would never lie to you. It’s just busy schedules is all, like I said yesterday.”

“Going out with you?” Cherry cocked a brow and crossed his arms over his chest. “The woman tells you she has a boyfriend and you still insist on asking her out?”

Your coworker just laughed. “Well we used to go out all the time when she first switched departments. I thought she was just playing hard to get but I guess not.”

Both Joe and Cherry turned to you, glimmers of confusion in their eyes. “You used to go out?” Joe asked, concerned that they had just found out you had been cheating on them. 

“No!” you blurted out. “Well, I mean, yes, but it was as a group of coworkers. Never just the two of us.”

“Never?” your coworker repeated. “What about those times at the bar? Did you seriously forget? That hurts my feelings, you know.”

You felt your cheeks flush red and your heart begin to pound. Suddenly, you had been backed into a corner by your past self’s naive kindness. “I didn’t know it was going to be just the two of us until I showed up,” you stated quietly. “You lied to me to get me to go.”

“Is that true?” Joe placed a finger under your chin and lifted your head to get you to look him in the eyes. You could tell he wasn’t accusing you of anything, only looking for answers.

You nodded, finally feeling brave enough to tell the truth with your boyfriends by your side. “Once I realized he was after something more, I started turning down his propositions. Then he started asking me every day . . . then he started following me to my car,” you whispered the last part, worried about what might happen if your coworker heard you say that part. “Can we please leave now?”

Noticing that your hands were shaking and your bottom lip was quivering, Joe instantly knew that you were telling the truth; no one would ever be so terrified to tell a lie like this. “Yes, of course, we can leave now.” He held you closer. “Whatever you want.”

“So you’re gonna lie and make me look like the bad guy here?” your coworker huffed, truly playing the victim card to the fullest. “I’m the asshole because I wanted to buy you a few drinks and get to know you better?”

“No, you’re the asshole for continuing to pursue her when she clearly told you no,” Cherry snapped, now just as angry as Joe was, maybe even more. “She’s kind and, because of that, probably turned you down nicely—too nicely—and you took advantage of that . . . you fucking prick.”

Your eyes widened with disbelief. Usually, Cherry was the one to remain calm in stressful or aggravating situations, but apparently not this time. You rarely heard him curse or snap, let alone at someone he met for the first time five minutes ago. 

Reaching out, you grabbed hold of Cherry’s hand and squeezed lightly to catch his attention. “I really think we should leave now,” you told him. 

Drawing in a deep breath and collecting himself, Cherry agreed. “Yes, you’re right, we should. We have dinner plans and it would be a waste to miss them on account of this asshole.”

“Fine, have it your way.” Your coworker finally seemed to give in, but not without hurling a few insults your way first, of course. “I shouldn’t have wasted my time on someone like you anyway. What, two boyfriends is perfectly fine but three is crossing a line? Give me a fucking break. Slut.”

You saw the rage bubbling up in both Joe and Cherry, but before they had the chance to do anything about it, your coworker had turned his nose up at the three of you, pushed his way past, and exited the building. 

As soon as he was completely out of sight, they both turned to you and you felt the tears begin to well in your eyes; not necessarily because you were sad or angry, but because you were so relieved that the truth had finally come out and your coworker had finally been dealt with. 

“I’m so sorry,” you spoke through gentle sobs, trying to calm down all the while. “I should have told you two about him when it all first started but I just didn’t want to burden you two with an issue that seemed so . . . so stupid.”

“Stupid?” Joe pulled you in for an almost bone-crushing hug. “You said he was following you to your car. That’s not stupid. You must have been so scared.”

“You should have told us,” Cherry agreed. “Now that I know you were dealing with that all by yourself for months, it makes me feel like a bad boyfriend. I should have picked up on the signs, like when you came home completely drained last night. I wish we could have helped you sooner.”

Wiping away your tears, you drew in a deep breath. “Thank you for coming tonight and for telling him off. I just hope he doesn’t pull anything at work tomorrow . . . he is technically my superior.”

“If he tries anything, and I mean anything, you tell us right away. Okay?” Joe insisted. “From now on, no more secrets because you want to protect us or don’t want to burden us. Your problems are our problems.”

You nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank us. It’s our job to keep you safe and be there for you.” Cherry kissed your cheek softly. “Now, I’m starving so let’s go eat, yeah?”

Suddenly, you remembered just how hungry you were. “Yes, dinner sounds lovely.”

“Speaking of lovely, these are for you.” Joe handed you the bouquet of flowers—now with slightly smushed stems from his previous anger—that he had brought. 

“They are beautiful.” You took them happily and gave them a smell, the floral scent bringing your nerves down a little. “You two seriously are the best, you know that?”

“We know.”