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The Nevermore murders | Ghostface!Xavier Thorpe x Addams!Reader

Summary: Shortly after the Addams twins make their arrival at Nevermore Academy, a series of gruesome murders among the student body begins. As bodies pile up, Wednesday gets into investigating and gets to the conclusion that the victims all have one thing in common: they are members of the Nevermore Academy's secret society.

What if the killer was among the members of the Nightshade society?

Word count: 8.4k

Warnings: This fic has smut, blood, violence, murders, knife play and more. If that’s not your thing, do not read it.

A/N: Xavier will be a little ooc in this for the plot’s sake

I want to say a special thank you to @lightofdawnxo who helped me get to the end of this fic

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An early riser of Nevermore Academy stumbled upon a gruesome display in the quad on Monday morning. The body of Yoko Tanaka was found hooked to one of the branches of the tree.

Principal Weems felt disturbed by the brutality of the act. Whoever had done this must be a total lunatic.

According to the books, vampires are immortal, but by the amount of blood that was spilled into the fountain — likely caused by a stab in her heart —, Yoko was dead.

When you descended from your dorm, everyone was crowding the entrance of the quad. The unusual scene drew your attention. You tried to see above the crowd, but all you could make out was yellow ribbons and Jericho police officers.

‘’Did somebody die?’’ you asked in your typical dark humor.

The girl beside you turned her head in your direction, looking as if she had seen a ghost. ‘’Haven’t you heard? Yoko was murdered.’’

Before Nevermore could grieve their classmate, another body was found.

The whole student body was at the harvest festival when a scream was heard in the woods: Bianca Barclay's. At her feet laid the dead body of her fellow siren and close friend, Kent. His throat was sliced and blood was gushing out while his wide eyes were staring right back at her.

She crouched down and touched his arm — the body was still warm.

The crunch of a tree branch snapping under a foot put Bianca into alert mode. ‘’Hello?’’ she called into the dark woods, checking one of the most cliché — and dumb — things one says in a horror movie.

She looked around as her hands trembled, terrified Kent’s killer was still there. He had talked to her half an hour ago, right before going to meet his Grindr date. Whoever did this couldn’t be far.

The leaves rustled and twigs snapped as someone approached Bianca from behind.

‘’Bianca! I heard a scream—’’ Divina cut herself off with a scream of her own, seeing Kent on the ground just as Bianca caught a masked figure between trees.

The next day during breakfast, Kent’s name was on everyone’s lips.

‘’It’s the second death in the span of a week,’’ Ajax pointed out, stabbing a piece of pancake from his plate.

‘’Murder,’’ Xavier corrected, taking a seat beside you. Since it was the weekend, his uniform was replaced by a darker hoodie and regular tee shirt. ‘’Yoko had a knife in her heart and Kent’s throat was slit. They were murdered.’’

Before you, Enid gulped and pushed her half empty plate away, no longer hungry. Yoko was one of her great friends. The imaginative visual of her hanging by the tree in the quad made her stomach churn.

You felt Xavier drape an arm behind you to keep a hand on the small of your back, more protective since the beginning of the murders. ‘’Bianca told Weems she saw someone in the woods after finding Kent’s body,’’ you reported.

‘’The killer?’’ Enid asked in a hushed voice, the same way one would talk about Voldemort in Harry Potter.

‘’Possibly.’’ You popped a blueberry in your mouth and leaned back against Xavier.

Ajax sighed. ‘’Nevermore used to be the safest place for outcasts. Now, someone is out there killing our classmates.’’

‘’Who agrees to meet someone they met on a dating app in the woods? It’s almost like he ran after his own death,’’ Wednesday said, breaking her silence at the end of the table.

‘’How can you say that?’’ Enid gasped, shocked by her roommate’s indelicate words.

You backed your sister. Her words were wrongly chosen, but Kent wasn't the brightest one of the bunch and his death proved it. ‘’Wednesday is right. Don't you guys watch horror movies?’’

After a few days of peace, Divina joined her twin brother and became the third victim of the Nevermore Academy murders. She was found by the lake, gutted like a fish. Although barbarous, it was ironic and well thought out by the killer.

‘’First Yoko and now Divina? This is unfair,’’ Enid cried on her bed, saddened by her friends’ deaths.

‘’Life is unfair, Enid,’’ Wednesday deadpanned, not helping her roommate’s crying. She was terrible at comforting people.

‘’Why would someone want to kill them? Kent partnered up with Bianca to sabotage the other teams at Poe Cup, but he’s never done anything so horrible that would make someone want to kill him. Neither did Yoko and Divina. I don’t understand.’’

‘’Murderers are difficult to understand,’’ you said, having read your fair share of books about serial killers.

The petite werewolf looked up from her pink heart pillow, tear stains on her face from crying. ‘’Why can't the police find them? It’s their job to keep people safe and catch the bad guys and put them behind bars. I don’t think I can handle another murder…’’

Enid was an emotional person. She was so destroyed by the loss of her friends, it was heartbreaking to see. These murders were hard on her, but unfortunately you didn’t have any words to bring her comfort. You tried getting Ajax to come over to comfort her, but getting past the housemaster was impossible.

You grabbed Wednesday’s headless doll and played with the buttons of her dress. She owned an identical dress, which made the doll creepier. ‘’This is not Riverdale. There is no 'murderer or serial killer gene'.’’ Wednesday plucked the doll from your hands, the dark look in her eyes telling you to stop it. ‘’Besides, I doubt Jericho's police department is professionally equipped to track a murderer. I don’t know why Weems bothered to call them. Now outcasts are seen as a murderer's target and normies probably make entertainment and tasteless jokes out of this.’’

‘’Then maybe someone else should take the case in their hands.’’

Enid was not wrong. Someone better suited for the job would make this case go forward — and perhaps catch the murderer —, but you could hardly see Sheriff Galpin asking help for the outcasts he despised so much. He would rather sit and watch all the outcasts drop dead before lifting a finger to help solve this case.

‘’Serial killers are difficult to catch, but not impossible,’’ Wednesday aforementioned, grabbing her notebook with a pen. Her roommate’s words had sparked an idea inside her. ‘’Thing, help Enid dry her tears. I'm taking the case into my own hands. A masked boogeyman is killing our classmates and I intend on finding who’s behind it.’’

‘’Where is Enid?’’ you asked a few days later, not seeing the blonde girl on her side of the dorm.

At this hour, she was usually painting her nails or working on tomorrow’s post for her social media accounts. She was a busy lady.

Wednesday was sitting at her desk with paper cut-outs all over. ‘’Out with her gorgon boyfriend,’’ she explained flatly.

The ban on outings had been lifted as of yesterday so you expected no less.

Many students had gone out today, even just to grab coffee at Weathervane. Nevermore was a large ground, but nothing compared to the freedom of Jericho. The town was less than interesting, but at least there were shops to browse, people to spook and the best chocolate cake.

You hummed, walking up to the desk to creep on your sister. ‘’How’s the investigation going?’’

‘’I may have found a common denominator between the victims.’’

You took a seat on Wednesday’s bed, careful to not crease it. ‘’Enlighten me.’’

‘’Turns out all students have something in common: they’re part of Nevermore’s secret society,’’ Wednesday explained. She pulled out a paper with what seemed to be a coat of arms — moon phases at the top, a double nightshade flower with a skull as the flower’s middle.

You pulled your eyebrows together. ‘’Since when does Nevermore have a secret society?’’

‘’Since the 1600s. Our ancestor, Goody Addams, founded the Nightshades to fight against society and to bring peace to every outcast so they could be considered as equals with normies. It's been previously believed to be disbanded because of the death of a normie, but they seemed to be still a thing.’’

‘’Why haven’t I heard of that society before?’’

‘’Perhaps you are not as cool as you believe yourself to be.’’

Your jaw dropped and you tossed a cushion at your sister. She didn’t flinch or react.

‘’If I am right — which I 99.9% am sure of —, the list of the next victims should be found through Weems. Thing and I will attempt to sneak into her office at nighttime to get my hands on the list of the members. As headmaster, she must know about this secret society.’’

Despite having a masked killer on the loose going after Nevermore Academy students, Principal Weems decided to not cancel the Rave'N dance. She deemed the students needed to have a little fun for one night after the tragedies.

Dress-code be damned, you would never be caught dead in a white dress.

‘’You look like a murdering widow attending their husband’s funeral, but in a good way,’’ Enid complimented, a yeti-tini in her hand.

You smiled at her, still holding onto Xavier’s arm. ‘’Thanks, Enid. I like the fur trim on yours.’’

She was giving wintery sugar-fairy plum vibes with her pink wig and sparkles on her face. It was too colorful for your taste, but she pulled it off perfectly. By her side, Ajax had gone for a more casual look — his classic tee shirt and a hoodie combo underneath a beige blazer to dress it up.

‘’Do you know if Wednesday is coming?’’ the pink haired girl asked. ‘’She was not in our dorm when I left.’’

You shook your head. ‘’Wednesday doesn’t do dances. Besides, she is too brain deep into her investigation to care about these school events—’’

Behind you, a chorus of surprised gasps and whispers caught your attention, putting an abrupt end to your conversation with Enid. You turned your head, following everyone’s sight-line, and saw Wednesday stepping in in a Victorian lace number, making her big — and unexpected — entrance.

‘’Check it out,’’ Ajax said, pointing to your sister. ‘’Wednesday totally busted out of her cocoon.’’

Ms. Thornhill approached Wednesday before you could wave her over, looking equally surprised and happy to see her at the Rave’N — and, with a date. They talked for a short time, then she excused herself to the drink table and you let go of Xavier’s arm to get to her.

‘’I’ll be right back.’’

The bottom of your dress was sweeping the floor as you walked, making you wish you had gotten it hemmed before the dance.

‘’Nice dress, did you dig in a corpse’s coffin?’’

‘’I did not. Unfortunately,’’ Wednesday replied while pouring Yeti-tinis into cups — for her and Tyler. ‘’Thing stole it in a shop in town.’’ She gave you a look over, her face turning into a slight discomfort. ‘’You look like Mother,’’ she pointed out flatly, looking at your long dark hair and the plunging neckline of your dress. ‘’It’s truly disturbing.’’

‘’I’ll take it as a compliment.’’ You grabbed a glass and poured yourself a drink. ‘’Interesting choice of date,’’ you said, wrinkling your nose seeing Tyler dressed in a white suit and a blue button up. Something about him rubbed you the wrong way.

‘’Not all of us are interested by elite snobs.’’ Wednesday took her drinks and left.

Eventually, the DJ played the last song of the night. Some radio pop that made you cringe. You hated every single thing about that song, but danced with Enid anyway.

Just as the song was hitting its high point, you saw something drip on Enid’s shoulder. Something red. You looked up, trying to figure its provenance, and saw more red liquid dripping and coming from the sprinklers. More and more continued to drip, speckling dresses, jackets, hair and faces with red.

Your lips curled into a pleased smile, feeling the wetness on your face and dripping down. Your first blood shower. The sprinklers hit their full splashing speed and Wednesday's face mirrored yours.

The party ambiance turned into chaos and terror. Screams echoed all around, realizing what was happening. People were running and slipping on the now wet floor, turning up the level of chaos, while the Addams twins remained calm.

You dipped a red-coated finger in your mouth, only to be disappointed. ‘’It’s only paint.’’

Whoever had planned this little stunt were amateurs — or wimps. Although you were 100% on Carrie’s side, at least Chris Hargensen went through with her plan and got real pig’s blood.

Soon enough, the whole room was coated in red paint; it reassembled a bloodbath. It was magnificent.

‘’Have you seen Tyler? I lost him,’’ the voice of your sister asked, standing before you, equally painted with red paint.

You shook your head. ‘’I haven’t.’’

You walked down Ophelia Hall to your dorm, 'bloody' from head to toes. The paint had begun to dry in some places, making it feel tight and uncomfortable on the skin.

When you came out from your shower, you caught a masked figure sitting in your chair, spinning a knife on your bed-side table with a gloved hand — the masked killer. While most would have screamed and ran out of the room, your visitor made your stomach twist in a pleasuring way.

‘’Nice robe. Though it would look better on the floor,’’ the masked killer said with the use of a voice changer.

‘’Nice knife. It would look better against my neck,’’ you quipped back without a glint of fear.

You grabbed your hairbrush from your desk, totally unbothered by the stranger in your dorm, but when you moved to get to your bathroom, the masked killer was right behind you.

‘’I didn’t say you could go.’’

Your body stilled, feeling the warmth of their chest through the thin fabric of your robe. A gloved hand crept on your waistline, right where the tie of your silk robe sat. One firm tug and it would fall open — goodbye modesty.

‘’I saw you on the dance floor.’’ The hand on your waist slowly trailed down, searching for the opening of your robe to slip a hand underneath. ‘’All that blood on you made me want to ravage you. Unfortunately, I had other doings awaiting.’’

You could hear the other person breathing behind the mask and felt a jolt of pleasure shoot straight to your core. ‘’Are you going to kill me?’’

‘’Do you want me to?’’ the robotic voice asked.

You twisted in their grasp, now facing the masked killer. The danger of the situation excited you and you could feel it in your panties as the gloved hand slipped higher on your thigh, exposing more skin.

A smirk curled on your lips, deciding to entertain his little game. You then put on your best 'scared' face, peering up at them with pleading eyes. ‘’Please don't kill me Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.’’

“I like it when you beg.” A gloved hand reached up and removed the mask to reveal a smirking Xavier, his eyes dark with lust.

‘’How was he?’’ you asked, hearing the mask hit the floor.

‘’Feisty.’’ Xavier rolled his shoulder, hissing a little. ‘’He kept screaming and fighting back. It was so annoying. I had to gag him and tie him up.’’

‘’This should keep Wednesday’s nose away from our business.’’

Xavier hummed, casting his green eyes down on your lightly covered body. He leaned in to attach his plush lips to your jaw, kissing along while he untied your robe. The front fell open, the chill air of the dorm waking goosebumps on your skin.

He led you to the bed and followed you down on the bed-spread. The sides of your robe had slipped on the sides of your body, uncovering the swell of your breasts. Xavier's mouth left your skin, pulling back and taking a moment to admire you under him.

‘’My deadly nightshade,’’ he breathed out in a whisper, running a finger over your clothed clit. He was so deeply in love with you; he would murder for you, abandon his morales just for one more taste of you. You didn't notice him reaching under his robe to retrieve his knife. He ran the cold blade up your thigh, making you shiver. ‘’I’m gonna have you screaming for me.” The blade slid briefly under your panties — black and delicate, just the way he liked.

‘’I don’t scream,’’ you said, your heart beating faster from the thrill of the knife. ‘’And if I do, there's a good chance I'm enjoying myself.’’

Xavier smirked with a dark glint in his eyes. He took that as a challenge. ‘’I’d love to hear that.’’ You heard the tear of the lace, the blade cutting through the delicate material and then moving to the left. Then, he gently dragged it down your mound, the blunt side touching your skin.

Your breath hitched and you clenched around nothing.

Xavier reached for the voice changer, bringing it to his mouth. ‘’Let’s play a game. Do you like scary movies, Y/N?’’

‘’Uh-uh.’’

‘’I ask a question and if you get it right, I’ll slip a finger in. You must be so fucking wet already, uh?’’ He slipped a finger between your folds, feeling your slick. You drew in a breath, bucking your hips and causing the knife to press into your delicate skin. ‘’That knife makes you wet, doesn't it?’’

Most would be terrified of the sharp edge touching their skin, but it gave you a rush of adrenaline and oxytocin.

‘’Wrong answer and I’ll—’’ He slapped your cunt, the sound echoing in the dorm, making you gasp a moan and quiver under his touch. ‘’Got it?’’

You nodded.

Xavier took the knife away and you whimpered, already missing it. ‘’How many people did Jason kill in the first Friday the 13th?’’

‘’Zero,’’ you answered confidently.

Jason was not the killer in the first movie. It’s his mother, Pamela Voorhees. That exact question was a trap for fake horror fans and they fell for it every time.

‘’Correct.’’ He brought a finger down to your folds and pushed it in with a squelching sound. ‘’What is the name of the swedish pagan cult in Midsommar?’’ Xavier continued while slowly thrusting his finger in and out.

You raked your brain for the right answer, not feeling full enough. ‘’The Hårga.’’

‘’Correct.’’ Another finger was added and you let out a soft sigh. ‘’In The Orphan, what is the not-so-little girl's real name in the movie?’’

You had watched this movie a few weeks ago. How could you not remember the little bitch’s name.

To deconcentrate, Xavier curled his fingers in just the right way, watching your eyes fluttering shut as a moan slipped out.

‘’Esther. H-her name’s Esther!’’

His fingers stilled inside you and that’s when you knew you fucked up.

Xavier shook his head. ‘’I'm sorry, that’s the wrong answer.’’ A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth and he slapped your pussy — hard —, making you moan, the line between pain and pleasure blurring. ‘’Her name is Leena Klammer. Esther is the name she gave herself.’’

Shit. You knew that.

‘’Should we go for another question? One last question?’’

‘’What does Emily Blunt's character, Evelyn Abbott, step on in the film A Quiet place?’’

A nail.

Instead, you said, ‘’A needle.’’

Xavier tsked you with his tongue, shaking his head. ‘’Wrong answer.’’ He gave your pussy another slap and you moaned again as you clenched, wishing he would do it again and again.

Was it even punishment if you were enjoying it?

‘’Mmh, look at that wet pussy.’’ Xavier dipped a finger between your folds, collecting your slick and making you push against his touch, wanting more. ‘’My pretty pussy.’’ He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked all of your slick like it was fucking desert. After cleaning it all up, he released it with a ‘pop’ and you kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue.

Before you could engage in further activities, Xavier rid himself of his black costume and other black clothes. He was getting hot under this all — and his cock was so hard in his pants that it was aching. You wished he had kept his Rave’N attire underneath his costume, but he would've been too recognizable and blood was almost impossible to get out of white clothing.

You ran your hands over his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. His face twisted in discomfort when you reached his shoulders, but you soothed them with kisses while his hands rubbed up and down your hips and thighs.

It was nice to not have to worry about a roommate returning or time. Your roommate asked to be moved to Bianca’s room after Divina’s death to support her in this difficult time and all the adults were too busy cleaning up the bloodbath in the ballroom to do bed check-ups.

‘’Ahh,’’ you gasped when you felt the tip of Xavier’s cock along your folds, wetness pooling between your legs as he teased you. ‘’Keep teasing and Tyler won’t be the only body found unalive in the morning,’’ you warned and nipped at his bottom lip.

Murderous tendencies were part of the Addams family genes. Adding a number to your body-count would bring a grin to your lips.

He sank into you in one smooth thrust, your legs closing on his back and pulling him closer. He was stretching you so good, filling you so good, that the slight pain due to rushing didn’t matter. You moaned loudly, fingernails digging hard into Xavier’s smooth back, almost drawing blood. He didn’t mind it. He actually loved the pain it resonated in his body. It made his pleasure sharper and stronger.

His thrusts got faster and harder, causing the decibels of your moans to rise with your pleasure as he bucked his hips and thrusted in and out of you at a rapid pace. Trying to quiet your sounds, you trailed your lips to his neck and up to his ear to busy them, taking his earlobe between your teeth as you tugged, releasing it only a moment later when he hissed.

You could feel your pussy quivering around him, already so close to coming. One hand moved up to grip his hair, pulling as he

Xavier looked down at you, his eyes burning just like yours and held his knife to your throat while he slammed into you. He wanted to paint that image so he could look at it everyday. ‘’Scream for me.’’

You shook your head, keeping your mouth shut.

He thrusted deeper, the intense pleasure that came from that thrust so intense you almost gave him what he wanted. ‘’Scream. For. Me.’’ He did it again, his thrust almost sending you to your grave.

Back arching and rising from the bed, you cried out, reaching a level of pleasure you never had before.

Eight hours later, Sheriff Galpin's cries were heard all around Nevermore's grounds. His son, Tyler, had not come home last night so Galpin tracked his phone. The app had led him to the academy, confirming that Tyler had not left Nevermore after the Rave'N, and to the perimeting woods. After some arguing with Weems, he searched the woods with his troupe of cops. Unfortunately, the reunion with his son had not been jolly as Tyler was found dead.

Despite the early hour, many students were outside — in their pajamas and slippers —, watching as a coroner rolled Tyler’s body in a black bag, taking him to the morgue.

The morning chill was biting through your thin nightgown and robe, making you shiver. You tried your best to cover your face with a veil of shock like the rest of your classmates, not wanting to wake suspicions.

But Galpin already had his and the first on his list was your dear sister, Wednesday.

‘’You Addams are a plague to this town!’’ the man screamed at your sister, pointing an accusing finger at her over the yellow crime scene ribbon.

‘’Wednesday didn’t do anything,’’ you said, taking Wednesday’s defense. She was innocent and you won’t tolerate Galpin screaming at her of the sort. ‘’She was actually looking for Tyler when the sprinklers splashed paint. I get that you have a grudge against our family — our father precisely —, but don’t accuse my sister or me just so you can have the satisfaction of putting an Addams behind bars. That’s a false allegation and my family won’t stay with our arms crossed if you make that move.’’

The wit on your tongue baffled him — your mother would be proud if she was here.

Wednesday didn’t need your help to defend herself, but she was thankful for you.

‘’You were so terrifyingly sexy when you put Galpin back in his place,’’ Xavier whistled, catching up to you in the academy’s hall. His green eyes were full of lust and if you dared looking down, you would see his semi hidden in his sweatpants.

You smiled. ‘’If there is one thing men have too much, it’s audacity. They will use their position of authority and power against you, but you can’t let them step on you. They need to be knocked down from their pedestal once in a while.’’

‘’Please knock me down from mine.’’

It’s always the most quiet ones that are the freakiest, who have the darkest fantasies. Behind his innocent eyes, Xavier was just as twisted as you.

‘’Xavier?’’ you called as you descended the stairs of the secret library, the portraits of past members of the Nightshade secret society all looking at you. ‘’Xavier? You asked me to meet here at midnight.’’ Your voice echoed through the darkened room and died to a silence.

A frown formed between your eyebrows. Where was he?

‘’Xavier—’’

His name turned into a muffle as a masked figure came out of the shadow and covered your mouth with their hand. You grabbed your attacker's forearms as you were being forcefully guided backward, trying to fight them off, but they were stronger.

Your back hit one of the shelves of the library and a knife was pulled out and pressed against your throat while you looked up into a set of deep black eyes. The cold steel of the blade against your skin made your pulse quicken. You clenched your thighs as your core tightened.

‘’Do you want to play a game?’’

You recognized the voice under the mask.

‘’You're in the wrong movie, mon cheri.’’

Xavier pulled off his mask, a dark look of amusement on his face. ‘’Did I scare you?’’

‘’A Halloween mask?’’ You sniggered. ‘’You're gonna have to work harder than that if you want to scare me. I'm an Addams. We scare people to death.’’ You snatched the mask from Xavier’s grasp. ‘’Where did you get this?’’

‘’I found it in a box.’’ He stepped back and twirled the knife between his fingers with a skilled spin.

You watched with fascinated eyes the way his long fingers held the handle. Heat pooled in your belly as you imagined what he could do with it. And above all, it excited you.

Xavier caught your gaze and raised an eyebrow, realizing with horror and fascination your twisted preferences for knives. Was he even surprised? ‘’Let’s have a little fun, shall we?’’

He took your hand with his other one and sat on a chair posted before a column, probably used as a stool to reach the highest shelves. Slender hands slid under your dress and pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist. Once your delicates were revealed, Xavier kissed right over your panties, making you hum.

‘’Does that feel good, my deadly nightshade?’’

‘’Yes.’’

Xavier switched his mouth for his knife and dragged the cold metal over your panties, its tip very close to your clit. ‘’What about that?’’

You moaned softly, allowing your head to fall back back and exposing the vulnerable column of your throat. One move from that knife and it would be over for you.

After your little tryst, you adjusted your dress and pulled yourself together. You could still feel Xavier's hands on your thighs although he wasn't touching you, your pale skin probably bruised from his strong grip.

‘’It's a shame the Nightshades declined you into the secret society, you would've been a better leader than Bianca,’’ Xavier said, buttoning his pants back.

The mention of Bianca Barclay made sent fury through your body. You were a legacy to the Nightshades society, therefore by default a member, but the self-appointed queen bee had refused to let you in when you requested to. Xavier tried to talk to her, but Bianca’s decision remained the same.

You lifted your eyes to the collection of portraits of past members, lastly falling on your long-deceased ancestor, Goody Addams. The position was yours by blood and one thing about the Addams is that they don’t let others take what belongs to them.

‘’You are right, mon chéri.’’ You turned on your heels, facing Xavier. ‘’The position is mine and I intend to take it. Whatever it takes.’’ The corner of your lips curled into a machiavellian grin. ‘’Interesting thing about bees. Pull out their stingers, they drop dead.’’

Wednesday had turned Enid’s cork board into Ted Bundy’s pinterest board. Goodbye cute polaroid and photobooth strips, hello graphic pictures of the victims’ body injuries. It was both disturbing and fascinating.

‘’I’m sorry for Tyler.’’

Wednesday raised her eyes from the picture she was holding — a selfie of Tyler stolen from one of his social media profiles —, looking at you through her dark lashes. ‘’You don’t care about Tyler.’’ She pinned it to the board, adding it to the list of murders.

‘’But I care about you.’’

That was true.

‘’His death is unfortunate, but I cannot let myself be distracted by my personal emotions. I have to solve this case before anyone else gets murdered.’’ She stepped back, looking at her collage.

‘’Looks like the killer broadened their horizon of targets,’’ you said, your eyes following the pictures and names of your classmates…and then Tyler’s. ‘’Why Tyler?’’

‘’The reason escapes me.’’ Wednesday drew her eyebrows together very subtly. ‘’Until me, Tyler has never been affiliated with any outcasts,’’ she pointed out.

‘’Does that make you the next target?’’

‘’Maybe. Unless Tyler was a pawn. A diversion.’’

After leaving Wednesday's dorm, you needed to find Xavier. Your heart was beating fast as you walked to Hamlet Hall. You didn't think she would piece together so quickly that Tyler was a diversion.

On the initial plan, the next murder was in a few days, but the pace will have to be accelerated if you wanted to complete the plan before Wednesday solved the identity of the person behind the mask. She still had a bit of investigating left to get there, but you couldn’t take risks.

Rowan was the outcast of the outcasts, always looming around school by himself. Getting him alone won’t be difficult. Since he was Xavier's roommate, his daily schedule was given to you on a silver plate.

Every Monday, Rowan had a late session with Dr. Kinbott. His return to the academy was typically around 9pm, but according to Xavier, he never heads straight to his dorm although curfew is close. Instead, he goes to the Nightshades library after hours.

Prior to Rowan’s arrival, Xavier would hide and catch him from behind the way he did when he pranked you with the costume the first time. Only, this time, it won’t be for play. Blood will be spilled.

The only fault in your plan was, neither you or Xavier took into consideration his roommate’s telekinetic abilities and it had been a huge mistake.

As if you had sensed something had gone wrong, you snapped twice and went down to the secret library. You were quiet in the stairs, not wanting to make your presence known.

Your instincts had been right. In the middle of the library, Rowan’s hand was raised and crisped, telekinetically holding Xavier by the throat and pinning him against a wall. Anyone would’ve screamed at him to let him go, but Rowan had caught the masked killer. If you said anything of the sort, he would know straight away that you were working together.

‘’You thought you could get me — kill me.’’ Rowan laughed. ‘’I’m often mistaken for weak because I’m always alone, but tonight I’m gonna be the hero.’’

Using your quick thinking, you scanned the room, looking for a weapon or something to bash Rowan's head to make him snap out of his focus. Telekinesis is controlled with the mind and a loss of focus would free Xavier instantly. But beside a chair, hundreds of books and a ladder, there wasn't much in here.

The corner of your dark coated lips curled when you spotted Xavier's knife on the floor, abandoned. You gave Rowan a last glance before making a quiet run for it, grabbing it and stabbing him in the back. You twisted the knife sharply as blood pooled from his mouth, cutting him mid-sentence.

‘’I'm gonna be the one to take off your mask—’’

His hand fell as his concentration was broken, causing Xavier to fall off the wall and on the ground ungracefully with a pained groan. Rowan tried to speak, but more blood spilled from his mouth — you must have perforated a lung. He quickly started choking on his blood, falling to his knees and down as blood spilled on the floor. His body jerked slightly, but the light left his eyes.

Xavier reported his missing roommate to Wheems in the morning, as if he knew nothing. He told Weems that Rowan hadn’t returned to their dorm after his session with Dr. Kinbott — which was not a lie.

No one suspected a thing.

Unlike the previous murders, not many shed a tear for Rowan when his body was found.

Killing Rowan in the secret library was a direct indicator that the murders were related to the secret society, which sowed fear among the remaining members. Only three of them were left standing — Bianca, Xavier and Ajax.

‘’I need to talk to Xavier,’’ Bianca said in a hushed voice, coming up to him in the quad after class. Her siren eyes shifted to you. ‘’In private.’’

‘’Can it wait?’’ he asked, slowly trailing his eyes up to look at Bianca. ‘’I’ll meet you tonight.’’

Bianca wanted to protest, but she resigned with a sigh. ‘’Tonight,’’ she agreed, throwing herself right into the lion’s mouth.

You shared a knowing look with Xavier across the table after she left. All the pieces were falling into place. Bianca had set herself right into the trap and you didn’t have to come up with a lie to lure her there.

Revenge is a plate better served cold…and with a little blood on the side.

Before Bianca would meet with Xavier in the secret library, you snuck in, put on the ghostface costume and hid in the shadows near some bookshelves.

Welcome to act three.

Until last night, you never had to get your hands dirty. Xavier had been a perfect killing puppet, executing his fellow Nightshades society members one by one without getting caught, but he was busy with the bait tonight, the last victim, so it was your turn to be the masked killer.

You watched Bianca checking her phone every fifteen seconds and getting impatient as she waited for Xavier. She must be thinking you were holding him up or persuaded him not to meet with her. To her eyes, you were corrupting Xavier’s pure heart, but little did she know, her ex-boyfriend wasn’t so pure intentioned. The quiet ones are often the freakiest.

‘’Took you long enough,’’ she complained, raising her eyes when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Xavier had changed out of his uniform, not wanting to risk getting blood on it, knowing what was coming. ‘’Sorry. Rowan’s parents called and they want all of his belongings to be packed for tomorrow.’’

Bianca stepped forward to meet him. ‘’We’re the last members left,’’ she pointed out.

‘’You forgot Ajax.’’

Xavier hated how she always disregarded him. He was more quiet of nature and didn’t mingle with the others much, but he was a member of the Nightshades too.

‘’Right,’’ Bianca quickly brushed off. ‘’You know what this means? We’re next, Xavier.’’ There was a veil of fear in her eyes as she said the last statement. ‘’One of us is the next target of the masked killer. We must stay on our guards.’’

Xavier released a breath. ‘’I know.’’

‘’We need to watch each other's backs. We aren’t just an elite social club, our function is to protect the outcasts from anyone who would harm them, but if there are no Nightshades members left, who will protect them? There's Principal Wheems, but she can't be the only protector of the scho—’’

Her words were cut off by Xavier.

‘’Bianca! Behind you!’’ he warned, seeing the masked killer — you — coming out of the shadow and going for Bianca.

She turned around, terror filling her bones and eyes lighting up striking in fear when they fell on the masked figure. She slowly backed away, but you charged at her.

‘’Xavier, run!’’ she told Xavier, heading to the stairs and attempting to get away, but when they got to the bottom of the stairs, he turned, pulled out his knife and stabbed her to the hilt above the hip.

Bianca choked a pained gasp as the knife went through her unexpectedly. She looked down at Xavier’s hand on the knife, blood seeping through her uniform sweater vest, and flicked her eyes back at Xavier with betrayal and shock.

‘’No.’’ Her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head in disbelief. ‘’No, no. Xavier—’’ He twisted the knife and she choked a cry of pain.

You grinned wildly beneath the mask. ‘’Welcome to the third act, bitch,’’ you said, taking off your mask and revealing yourself.

‘’Hello, Bianca. Surprised?’’ You twirled your clean knife in your hand, watching as Xavier tied her to the chair.

‘’Of you? No. Of Xavier?’’ She hissed as he tied the rope around her, feeling it press on her injury. ‘’How could you do this?’’

You laughed silently. ‘’Sometimes we think we know people, but we really don’t.’’

‘’All done,’’ Xavier stated, tying the last knot and stepping back.

‘’I bet you forced him into this. Xavier would never—’’

‘’He’s not the innocent little boy you think he is. I’m the mastermind behind this, but Xavier helped me plan out everything. The order of the murders, how each victim would die and when — everything. He even suggested being the one getting his hands dirty.’’ You shifted your eyes to Xavier. ‘’Right, mon cheri?’’

He crossed the distance to you in a few steps, a twisted grin on his lips. ‘’The ones we trust the most are the ones who end up stabbing us in the back. You should know that,’’ he told Bianca.

Xavier placed his hands around your waist as he planted a kiss to the back of your hand. Since the day you met at a funeral when you were little, you knew that you were meant to be together. He would die for you. He would kill for you. Like Bonnie and Clyde, you had each other’s backs. But unlike those fools, you both wouldn’t die in the end.

‘’Do you know why these murders started, Bianca?’’ She gave you a clueless look. ‘’You.’’

A deep frown creased on her forehead. ‘’Me?’’

‘’Remember that day you refused me into your secret social club and turned everyone into voting me out? I didn’t like that.’’

‘’That’s your motive? Because I didn’t accept you into our social club?’’

She was belittling your feelings, and it made your blood boil in your veins. ‘’My parents were both members, my mother was the club leader in her days. I’m a direct descendant of the founder. I had every right to be a member!’’ Your voice echoed in the small library, sharp and loud.

You reached the wall where the picture frame of your mother and father hung, frightfully beautiful in their younger days. Your fingertips grazed the frame. Yours will be on that wall too one day.

‘’So I decided to take back what’s mine, to take revenge and eliminate everyone who voted me out,’’ you explained, turning on your heels to face your last victim. ‘’Yoko ended up being the first victim. I noticed she would go hunting in the woods every other Monday to feed on wild animals, so Xavier caught her at her vulnerable time. We needed something not too brutal, but just enough to shock so I came up with the idea of hooking her to the tree in the quad. I apologize to the poor soul who found her. Must be traumatized.’’

It was still unknown who found Yoko in the quad. Something to do with underage anonymity.

You pursued. ‘’Then, Kent. I knew he was looking for some boy action, so I created a fake account on a dating app and planned a meeting in the woods during the harvest festival. Easy target. Divina was Xavier’s idea.’’ Your eyes shifted to Xavier’s. ‘’Gutting her like a fish was side splitting.’’

Horror covered Bianca’s face as you explicitly went on about the murders of her friends. ‘’You’re crazy.’’

You walked over to her and tipped her chin up with the tip of your knife. ‘’Oh, you have no idea.’’

She moved her face away to glance at Xavier, somehow still thinking she could have him on her side. ‘’She's ruining your life, Xavier. You're gonna go to prison.’’

‘’What if it’s what I want?’’ His words took her by surprise. ‘’When I'm gonna get arrested, I'm going to plead guilty and take the blame for the murders. It's gonna ruin my father's life. My face is gonna be on every news report or newspapers — the world is gonna know my name. This scandal is gonna shatter my father's career by ruining the family name’s reputation. I'm gonna become famous, I’m gonna overshadow him and become the most known Thorpe.’’

Xavier’s hand slowly clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white at the thought of his father. God, he despised the man. He wanted to shove that knife so far into his skin while he screamed and watch the blood gush out from his—

He didn’t notice his nails digging into his palm, drawing blood until Bianca started to talk.

‘’For a proclaimed serial killer, you’re not that bright. You just told me your whole plan. I know the truth and I won’t let you get away with murder.’’ Her words had bite, but her threats were harmless.

You cooed. ‘’You thought you were going to live?’’ Your laugh rang in her ears. ‘’Come on, Bianca, the killer never reveals their plan without getting rid of the witnesses.’’

‘’W-what are you gonna do to me?’’

Since you’ve known Bianca, you’ve never heard her stutter. Until now.

It made you squirm with excitement.

‘’I've long thought about it. Should I take her out like Divina? It was magnificent, but where's the originality in repeating a previous murder? Let's take it a step further. Sirens are supposed to be royalty.’’ Your footsteps echoed around you as you paced, talking mainly to yourself. “What if I sliced the self appointed queen bee’s little throat?” you asked, pulling the knife to your throat and dragging it across, a sadistic smile formed on your lips.

Her eyes watched on, deeply scared, not knowing what you would do.

Your eyes locked with the siren that was trying to unfree herself. “You aren’t going to get anywhere, but please keep going, it’s very entertaining.”

Bianca gritted her teeth. “Screw you.”

It was Xavier’s turn to laugh.

Blood gushed out as the blade of the knife sliced through Bianca’s throat from behind. Her eyes were wide as she took giant gasping breaths through her severed windpipe, gargling blood and coughing.

A wicked grin curled on your lips as you watched, squirming with excitement. Slitting someone’s throat is a beautifully gruesome thing to see.

After a few seconds, her head fell forward, signaling she had lost consciousness.

Goodbye Bianca.

While Xavier was setting up the scene, you headed to your dorm…and came nose to nose with Wednesday.

‘’I need to speak to you about something of high importance,’’ she declared, holding her investigating notebook in her arms. ‘’Immediately.’’

You let her inside your dorm and closed the door.

‘’I believe I've cracked the identity of the masked killer. Take a seat, sister. You'll need one.’’

There was no way that she would crack it correctly, yet her eyes glimmered — Wednesday loved a good murder mystery.

“I was looking for you, so I sent Thing to see if you were with Xavier at his dorm, but when he got to the window, he saw the mask on his bed.”

The muscles in your face fought, trying to keep a straight face. Although Wednesday knew to keep secrets, you weren't sure if you could trust her with this one. The stakes were too high.

So you just sat there and listened to what your dear sister had to say.

“Xavier?’’ A disbelieved laugh left your lips. ‘’No, Wednesday—”

“It must be hard to hear that your beloved murdered our classmates, but Xavier is the killer behind the mask. You know, looking back it all makes sense.’’ She opened her notebook, well prepared. “Everything aligns.”

You watched as she turned pages, trying to find what she needed as proof.

“Remember after Kent’s murder your words: ‘Don’t you guys watch horror movies?’ played in my head,” Wednesday said, aggressively hitting the pages with her index finger. “The murders were all done from horror movies.” You watched the poor notebook being abused; if Wednesday pressed any harder, she would either break her finger...or the notebook in her hand.

She went on, pages crumpling and turning until she had reached the end and shut it closed with a loud slam. You've never underestimated your sister's investigating talent, it was only a question of time until she solved the puzzle and settled her accusatory finger on Xavier.

A laugh broke through your lips as you slow-clapped your hands together. ‘’Well done, Wednesday. But Xavier is not the mastermind behind the murders.’’

‘’I know. They plan came from you!’’

For the first time, you questioned if anyone would be able to hear your conversation if they were walking by. There was rarely anyone in the corridors at this hour, but better be careful than having someone hearing and spilling to Sheriff Galpin.

You walked up to your vanity, picking up the necklace your mother gifted you before leaving Nevermore. ‘’Mother would be proud. I orchestrated my first murder.’’ You glanced back at Wednesday. ‘’And unlike you, I didn’t fail,’’ you pointed out with a haughty smug look.

Wednesday’s eyes soften for a second before sucking in a breath between her teeth. ‘’Please don’t remind me of that embarrassing moment.’’

A proud smile broke across both the Addams sisters' faces. No one but you and Wednesday were allowed to torment Pugsley. Those jocks should've known who's door they were barking at when they picked on your brother.

‘’Now, what?’’ Wednesday asked.

‘’Xavier is in the secret library with Ajax and Bianca's body.’’

‘’Body?’’

You hummed casually. ‘’Yeah, her stinger needed to be pulled. She was standing in my way.’’

‘’Holy shit. Bianca!’’ Ajax hurried over, seeing the siren’s slit throat and blood all over her front. ‘’What happened? Is she…dead?’’

Wasn’t the blood pouring out of her slit throat enough of a giver?

Xavier ran a hand through his hair, as if he was freaking out. ‘’I found her like that,’’ he explained, lying through his teeth.

He hated lying to his best friend, but he didn’t want to implicate Ajax. He was just there as a body witness.

‘’We have to alert Principal Weems…and Sheriff Galpin and—’’ Ajax spoke frantically while pacing. ‘’We need to do something, we are the only ones left. Oh my god, are we next?’’ Color washed from his face, terrified to die.

Xavier stepped back and something slipped from his pocket and fell on the floor. The knife.

Ajax's eyes darted to the floor and then the knife. There were specks of dried blood on it, an immediate telling that it was the incriminating weapon.

Weeks after Xavier's arrest for the Nevermore murders, you took control of the Nightshades society and built it back. Wednesday joined, and Ajax convinced you to take Enid. Under her pink aesthetic, she was actually a ferocious wolf...after wolfing out.

The society could use more members, but you decided to keep a small committee.

You told your parents the truth about the murders. As expected, your mother was very proud of your well executed plan. Addams blood ran in your veins without a doubt.

The school year ended, and the trial came.

Heartbroken parents were present in the courtroom, seeking revenge and justice for taking their children's life. Yoko’s father wanted to drain his body until he had no pulse, Kent and Divina’s parents cried during the whole trial, and Sheriff Galpin wanted his head on a silver platter. Bianca’s mom and Rowan’s dad were there too.

You sat with your family in the row behind Xavier during the trial. He looked good in a suit. You wanted to jump over the barrier and smash your mouth on his. It’s been so long since your last kiss.

Xavier’s father sat on the same row, wishing he would be anywhere but here. As predicted, the accusations made the world-famous psychic fall from his fame. Xavier’s face was everywhere — in the newspapers, gossip magazines, social media. Vincent Thorpe was forced to step down and play a low profile for a while.

Ignoring his lawyer's advice, Xavier pleaded guilty to all crimes, condemning himself to a mandatory life-sentence in a federal prison with no chance of parole until twenty years.

His father was pissed.

A small part of you felt guilty for coming out of the courtroom scuff free while your beloved got a life-sentence.

‘’Worry not, my little rain cloud, we’ll get him out of there,’’ Gomez promised once in the car, out of the journalists’ ears.

You removed your sunglasses and glanced at the black diamond ring on your finger — a birthday gift from Xavier. Worry not, mon cheri, I will be coming for you.

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#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thrope fanfic #wednesday #wednesday imagine #xavier thorpe x addams!reader #ghostface #ghostface!xavier

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juneberrie · 2 years ago

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— juneberrie ' s valentines event <3 (CLOSED!!)

heyo lovies <3 since valentines is just around the corner, i thought i might do a little event!! regular requests will be closed indefinitely from now on just so i can focus on working on those i already have + ones for this event!!

february eighth -> february fourteenth . navigation . mlist . rules.

characters for this event —

mischa bachinski ricky potts constance blackwood annabeth chase peeta mellark hazel levesque drew tanaka piper mclean harry potter ron weasley neville longbottom bill denbrough stanley uris

rules —

only send one event per ask

fluff only!! no smut or angst

be patient ! im human too and i have school

be kind ! a simple “please” and a “thank you” go a long way

✿ — send me a prompt from this list or this one and a character and ill write a short blurb

ꕤ — send me a concept and a character and i’ll write some headcanons for it

♡ — give me a character and i'll tell you what kind of date they'd take you on for valentines!

☁ — send me five facts about yourself and a fandom ; i’ll assign you a character that you remind me of!

tagging some lovely people ୧ ‧₊˚ ✿ ⋅ @sophiefostersgirlfriend @starstruckwillows @sw34terw34ther @quteez @f4iry-blush @starconfettii

#— ✿ juneberrie's valentines event

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p3rsephone77 · 2 years ago

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RULES/KINKS & Muses

Rules:

*PERSEPHONE IS NOT A MUSE*!!! Message me if you want to do something specific, but I generally don't want to do anything NSFW with Persephone.

Be patient! I am new to all this so I might be a little slow on the up take.

Don't be mean! Kind of goes with rule #2, but don't be rude to anyone or me.

Limited God-mode stuff! That kind of writing is very specific for me and this isn't supposed to be shameless smut.

Structure! One of my OC's and then any of the muses can accompany them. Almost all muses can apply to anyone, but some are going to be specific to certain OC's.

Don't worry about continuity! Anyone one of my muses should be able to get with anyone else.

Storylines will form! As I write more, character's quirks, preferred partners, and kinks will settle into place.

Every character is +18! No underage shit.

Both SFW and NSFW are accepted for prompts.

Have Fun!

Kinks: F/M, F/F, M/M, Petplay, Dubcon, Power-Dynamics, Cuddling, Kissing, Angst, Romantic, Femdom, Maledom, BDSM, Ryona, Corruption, Hypnosis, Breeding, Bullying, Cuckold, Raceplay, Bad Ending, Sissy (ask me about character)

Muses: (Bolded means they are attached to an OC)

MHA: Izuku, Todoroki, Bakugou, Kaminari, Ochako, Momo, Kyoka, Mina, Kendo, Miruko, Midnight, Mt. lady, Mitsuki, Nejire, Camie.

FMA: Ling Yao/Greed, Edward/Alphonse Elric, Roy Mustang, Winry Rockbell, Riza Hawkeye, Lan Fan, Olivier Armstrong, Mei Chang, Lust, Envy

RWBY: Any guy who's not Jaune (sorry/not sorry). RWBY, Nora, Pyrrha, Emerald, Cinder, Raven, Kali, Willow, Glynda, Salem, Robyn, Sienna, Winter, Ilia.

League of Legends: Jinx, Caitlyn and Vi (package deal).

DC/Marvel: Batman, Spider-Man, Ant-Man (Hank), Superman, Wonder Woman, Black Widow, Spider-Gwen, Supergirl, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Lois Lane, Huntress, Black Canary, Rouge, Black Cat, She-Hulk, Ms. Marvel (Kamala), Wasp (Janet). Sue Storm.

Apex Legends: Wraith, Wattson, Horizon, Loba, Valkyrie, Ash/Leigh Reid.

PJO: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Reyna, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Drew Tanaka

Valorant: Jett, Fade, Viper, Neon, Reyna, Skye.

Fighters: I-No, Juri-Han, Chun-Li, Sakura, Cammy White, Lili De Rochefort, Asuka Kazama, Baiken, Sindel, Mileena

Avatar: Aang, Zuko, Sokka, Katara, Toph, Korra, Azula, Mai, Ty Lee, Suki, June.

Persona: Makoto Niijima, Ann Takamiki, Tae Takemi.

Kill La Kill: Ryuko Matoi, Satsuki Kiryuuin, Ragyo Kiryuuin, Nonon Jakuzre, Nui Harime.

Misc. Faye Valentine, Daki (Ume).

Mythology: Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, Izanami, King Arthur, Lancelot, Morgan Le Fey, Athena, Aphrodite, Hera, Artemis.

Overwatch: (Let’s be real, every girl is a muse).

P.S. Will gradually be updated.

All of this is subject to change as I learn more! Thanks for being patient, I hope to get better as I go!

#kinks and fetishes #Rules

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emmies-archives · 4 years ago

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Heads and Tails

Genre: Fluff, Angst, College AU

Warnings: Aged up, smut, drinking, blowjobs, good old fashion drunk hookup, self degrading at one point, ahhh non descriptive smut....

Wordcount: 6.8k (my bad)

Summary: You slowly become best friends with Noya. One night you get drunk with him and Tanaka and it leads to drunk confessions. You two start dating afterward, you try to surprise him one day by at practice but his old feelings for Kiyoko bring out your insecurities when you see him talking to her.

A/N: This took wayyy to long to write, and it’s a lot longer than I expected. First piece for Haikyuu and I was drinking wine while writing most of it so please forgive typos. The ending is ehh because I just wanted to get it finished.

Inspired by a rp with @astrid-thirsts (....... Its not as much angst as I said)

You couldn’t remember the last time you were excited for a volleyball game. They weren’t something new you went to. You had always watched Karasuno’s boys team play, ever since you were little. Fond memories filled your thoughts whenever you thought about going to the matches. For a while though, there was something missing. The excited cheers from fans started to dwindle and you found less and less seats being filled. There were no longer group hugs when the team won. Replaced with hung heads and silent tears. But you kept going. Even as the boy’s losses stacked against them so high it cast a shadow big enough to drown them. Things started to change this year.

Rumors floated around the school pretty quickly. Apparently, there were knew recruits on the team and they had pretty good potential. It piqued your interest. If there was a chance that the team could start building back the foundation it once had, you wanted to be there to see it.

You decided to take the long way back to your dorm one day. It gave you a chance to walk by the gym where volleyball practice was held. You walked for a while, a tinge of excitement pooling in your stomach at the thought of maybe getting to see the team up close. For years you had watched them from high up in the bleachers. The only constant as the members came and went.

As the gym came into view, you slowed your pace. A part of you wanted to peek through the doors. With a sudden burst of courage, you went up to the doors. The few steps seemed like forever. Reaching a hand out to push one side open, your heart jumped when it slide open right when you touched it. The first thing you saw was a pair of bright brown eyes. The boy tilted his head a bit and you noticed a towel wrapped around his neck.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

That was one of the first times you had actually spoken to him, you weren’t even sure if he had known your name before. You weren’t a stranger to Nishinoya. He was in a few of your classes; you had just never really talked to him all that much. You didn’t know if it was the fact he was on the volleyball team, or that you had a huge crush on him but, it even thinking of talking to him made you nervous. I wasn’t like you didn’t want to talk to him, he was just overwhelming. Constantly full of energy, lighting up whatever room he walked into. The idea of just walking up to him and striking a conversation was intimidating. So, when one day you got paired together for a project you didn’t know if you were excited or scared.

It was easy to talk to him. A lot easier than you expected. Something about him always drew you in, even if he was going on and on about the volleyball team for the fifteenth time in the hour. The playful energy that exuded from him held a welcoming arm out to you. Like it was offering everything you’d ever wanted, even if he didn’t realize it. But you took it. Grabbed its hand and ran.

Its grasp eventually led to more nights spent with him, even after the work necessary for the project was finished. It sort of became the new norm for you. After his evening practice, you would either go to his dorm or he’d come to yours. The conversations came easier, shifting from class and volleyball to shared hobbies. You learned more about him than you ever thought you would. Every time you left his dorm, your head swarmed with the memories of the night. The entire walk home felt like you were floating, and you kind of felt ridiculous for it. The way your heartbeat sped up when he was close, or how your eyes lingered on him when he wasn’t looking shouldn’t happen. Especially because you weren’t sure if you’d ever get the courage to tell him your feelings. Little did you know, Nishinoya felt the same way.

He started to rush through the end of practice just so he could see you after. Just spending time with you was the best part of his day. He didn’t realize what his feelings were, just that he was happy when he was with you. It wasn’t until he brought you up to Tanaka at practice for the fifth day in a row did he slowly start to think different about you. Tanaka didn’t help either, teasing him about if that’s the reason he left practice early. If you knew about that, Nishinoya was sure you’d chew him out.

Your love for volleyball was only one of the things that drew him in. It was the way you always found the good in something, even if it felt like the world was ending at the time. One time he came texted you about a test in one of his classes, his grade ended up being a lot lower than expected and he was a little annoyed. You just offered to help him study for the next one, wanting to make him feel better. To him it felt like the entire weight was lifted off his shoulders just with that one response. There were other things too, of course. You were incredibly beautiful, catching his eye before you even became friends.

Months went by and the two of you fell in routine. He would meet you halfway between his dorm and yours before classes, walking you to yours which barely left him any time to make it to his. You told him you were fine when he mentioned it to you on accident one morning, but each day he stood under the same lamppost waiting for you. Slowly, without meaning to, you fell in love with him. But it didn’t feel like falling. It was more like stepping into a warm embrace.

“Yuu?” Your voice was quiet as you called his name for the second time in the past few minutes. Slightly amused you nudged him with your foot under the table, trying to get his attention. “Nishinoya?!”

“Oh, sorry!” He set his phone on the table, a goofy grin on his face when he looked up at you. “Did you need something?”

“I was helping you with your Algebra homework. Don’t tell me you forgot.”

“You’re going to be pretty disappointed then, because I haven’t done a problem in at least a half hour.” You couldn’t even be mad at him; all you could do was shake your head. He promised he’d work on his homework for the next hour. He lasted maybe ten minutes before groaning and pushing the paper away from him. “This is too boring. It’s a Friday, we should go out and have some fun!”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Wanna get drunk?”

Three hours later, after an embarrassing little bit of Nishinoya watching you get ready as he laid on your bed, you ended up in Tanaka’s dorm room. Drink in hand you sat in his desk chair as Nishinoya and him sit on the ground in front of you.

This wasn’t what you thought when he mentioned getting drunk, but it was fun, nonetheless. You preferred this. Nishinoya was a popular guy so you figured he’d bring you to one of the clubs near campus, but this felt different. Maybe even special. Just you two and his best friend. Something about it was heartwarming. Until Tanaka brought up their manager again. It had been so many times the night already that you were tired of hearing about it.

“I’m telling you, y/n. It is better when she ignores me!” Tanaka yelled emphasizing his words by throwing his arm out, causing his drink to slosh over the edge of the cup.

“Really? I would’ve thought that being ignored would hurt.” You say, trying not to glance at Nishinoya when you do. Your feelings completely opposite your words.

“No, no it doesn’t. I don’t know how to explain it. Noya! You try for me; I can’t think straight.”

“Ahh, I don’t know man.” You didn’t notice the slight discomfort lining Nishinoya’s words or the way he looked to you as he responded. Already on your fifth drink of the night, you started to feel your head swim past tipsy. You caught his glance smiling into your cup as you drank more of whatever concoction he had made you.

“How’s your drink, y/n?” Nishinoya asked standing to make himself another one.

“Really good actually!” Your voice was louder than you anticipated, making you cringe slightly. “How are you so good at making drinks?”

“I learned my secret from those old Italian grandmas on youtube. I just don’t measure anything, letting my heart decide what to put in it.” All you could do was stare at him as he demonstrated. Tossing random things into his cup, trying not to make a disgusted face at the amount of alcohol you watched him pour.

“Did you… put that much into all my other drinks?” His toothy grin was enough of an answer and you stared into your cup. You hadn’t even tasted the liquor.

Several rounds and a few shots later, it was your turn again. You had brought up the idea to play truth or drink. It was a game you had always played with your girl friends back home, so you decided why not. The amount of alcohol in your system didn’t help either.

“So, y/n.” Tanaka started, you could already see the evil look in his eyes. “Out of everyone on the volleyball team, which one of use would you want to hook up with?”

The question should’ve startled you, it probably would’ve if you hadn’t had the boost of vodka running through your veins and the newfound courage that came with it. Your answer came with no hesitation, you even looked into his eyes as you said it.

“Noya.” Your eyes flicked from his wide eyes to the growing smile on his lips. Not at all aware to the blush that flooded his cheeks.

“Oh, dayum. I thought for sure you’d drink to that one.” Tanaka said but you didn’t really pay attention to his words. Your eyes focused on Nishinoya, feeling like if you ripped them from him. You’d never be able to look him in the eyes again.

“You’re turn, y/n.” Nishinoya’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper. Not able to tear his eyes away from yours.

Caught up in the moment, you direct your question towards him. “Yu-“

Your words are cut off as Tanaka lets out a loud groan, drawing your attention to him.

“Grossss, you guys can take that shit elsewhere. I’m gonna text Kiyoko again.”

That’s how you found yourself sitting on one of the campus’s benches, your side nearly pressed against Nishinoya.

“Y/n, you look so beautiful under the light from the lamppost.” In your drunken state, you found his normally constant flirting cute. Your cheeks burn lightly from the deep blush resting on them. The two of you sit in silence after that. Neither of your quite ready to go back to your dorms.

“You know, I never got to ask you my question.” You say as you lean your head against his shoulder.

“You’re right, I forgot.” His response was short, but you could hear the hopeful tone swimming in it. “You can ask me now if you still want to.”

“Yuu, will you kiss me?”

“I don’t think that would’ve worked as a question, y/n.” He answered.

“God, just shut up and kiss me.” You quipped back, moving to face him. He didn’t even respond. Cupping your cheek, you both leaned in, you were too impatient to wait for him. The kiss was soft and sweet, ending too soon. You wanted more.

Ten minutes later after dragging him to your dorm you pushed the door open. Thankful you didn’t share it with anyone as you pulled him into the room. You gently pushed him to sit on the bed, sitting on his lap arms wrapped around his neck loosely.

“I wasn’t kidding. He spoke. “You really do look amazing tonight.”

You hummed in response, not trusting your voice. Staring into his warm brown eyes, the fairy lights that light up your room danced in the reflection of them.

“You’re so handsome, Yuu.” Your voice is quiet and uneven as you talk. “You always are, I know I’ve never told you that before.”

“You’re drunk, y/n.” His voice matched yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“It’s your fault, dummy.” You shook your head, laughing at the amount of alcohol he probably put into your drinks, not realizing how fast you would drink them. “I meant what I said you know.”

“Really? I thought that was just for the game, you wouldn’t prefer someone else?” You could see the hope swirling in his eyes.

“Absolutely not. I don’t like anyone else.” You answered while your hands gingerly played with the ends of his hair.

“You like me?” His eyes widened at your statement and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“You didn’t realize?” You asked and he shook his head as his answer. “I thought I made it a little obvious, but yes I do.”

Your voice was nearly a whisper as you leaned in close to him. Breath ghosting over his lips, you could feel him shiver a bit and it put a smile on your face. He didn’t have to respond with words to make you know he felt the same way. Your lips connected again, this time different than before. Rough and passionate. Like he was pouring everything he was holding in into your lips. You did the same, every pent-up emotion you felt for him, every lingering gaze you spent trying to make yourself confess, every single thing.

The kiss became rougher, teeth clashing and noses bumping as you pulled closer to him. Unknowingly grinding your hips down into him at the way his tongue slipped into your mouth. A soft whimper slipping from your lips.

“Yuu..” You breathed out when he pulled away, panting himself.

“Fuck, y/n. Your lips are so soft.” He leaned in again, pulling you into another kiss. You could taste the lingering vodka on his tongue as it danced with yours. Both of you fighting for dominance. He groaned as you pushed your fingers into his hair, tugging gently at it. He jerked his hips up and you could feel him against your core. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You’re just….”

“No, it’s okay.” You said, smiling as you slipped off his lap. Hands sliding down his torso, stopping at his waistband. The tent in his pants already obvious. You looked back up to him, waiting for him to give you some sort of confirmation you could keep going.

He grabbed your hands gently, leaning in to press another short kiss against your lips. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to. Just, let me take care of you.” Confidence flooded your voice in your drunken stupor. He could only nod at your words and you moved your hands lower, palming his hardness through his pants. Enjoying the quiet groans that fall from his lips at the sudden friction. You tug on his waistband and he shifts his hips up, helping you pull his pants down. You move up pressing your lips against his again as you slip your hand into his boxers. Feeling him hiss lightly against your lips at your hand against him.

“Ah, shit-“ You could barely hear his groans as you focused wrapping your hand around his cock, loosely stroking it.

“You’re already so hard, Yuu. Did my answer affect you that much?” He bit his lip nodding again at your words as you worked your hand. A smile tugged at your lips.

You moved down further, placing soft kisses against his abs. Feeling him shudder as you trailed down, stopping at his boxers before pulling them down all the way. His member springing free, slapping against his stomach

“You’re so pretty.” You ran your tongue up the underside of his cock lightly, admiring the way it twitched lightly in your hold before swirling your tongue around the tip as you pumped the rest of his length. Hearing his quiet groans pushed you forward, and you looked up to him, meeting his gaze and you slowly brought more of him into your mouth. Watching as his head fell back through your blurry vision.

“I should be the one saying that, y/n.” He said, his voice unsteady.

You pulled back with a pop, smirking up at him. “Don’t hold back, let me hear you.”

You wait for him to respond before dipping your head back down, taking him into your mouth again. A loud moan fell from his lips as you did, and you had to press your hands into his thighs to keep him from bucking up into your mouth. Once he stilled himself, you started wrapping your fingers around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. Swiping your tongue over the slit that leaked precum already.

You could feel his thighs twitching under you as you worked your mouth on him. Breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat you pushed your face down until your nose brush against his pelvis. The loud moan that ripped from his throat made you hum approvingly, and you moved your hand to play with his balls. When you pulled away just enough to breathe, he moved his hand to your jaw pulling you up to him.

“Want to cum with you.” Was the only thing he said before pushing up your shirt, helping you take it off. Biting his lip to concentrate on the clasp of your bra that for some reason he just couldn’t figure out. You grabbed his hands gently stopping him before unhooking it yourself throwing it across the room. His heated gaze fell to your chest as he wasted no time in touching you. Squeezing, sucking, nipping. Every time his tongue danced around your sensitive nipples he grew more confident at the soft breathy moans you let out.

He backed up onto the bed, pulling you with him before crawling over you catching your already swollen lips in another rough kiss. You couldn’t stop the whimper the fell from your lips when he ground down into your core. It put a cocky smile on his face, something you weren’t used too.

“Noya, please.”

“What do you want me to do, baby?” His voice was low, and his words were muffled as he kissed down your neck. It was becoming too much, you wanted him. Needed him.

“Fuck me! Pleas-“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence as he pushed your legs open. Swiping the tip up and down your folds a few times before slowly pushing in. Your mouth fell open at the sudden fullness. He didn’t stop until he was bottomed out inside you. You looked up at him once started moving his hips, trying to paint the look on his face into your memory. His eyes blown out in lust as he fucked into you, the way he gritted his teeth trying to quiet the loud moans. It was the last clear image before the night completely blurred.

The next morning you tried recalling the events that occurred, and it only came in slivers. Like an old movie with holes burnt into the film. The pieces that you could interpret left you with memories of giving yourself to Nishinoya, and him to you. Maybe it was a good thing you couldn’t remember clearly. The way your head ached would’ve only been amplified by the weight of what you did last night. You tried not to think it was a mistake, but it was hard not to. Everyone has a drunken hook up once in a while. You’ve had your share, so why would this one be so different?

It was only when Nishinoya shifted beside you were you pulled from your intruding thoughts. You felt your body tense as he slid his arm over your side and bury his face into your shoulder. He mumbled something incoherent. There was a small voice in your head hoping he was still asleep. But it was nothing compared to the way you felt your heart speed up at the simple action. You closed your eyes telling yourself it was to stop your head from hurting, but you really just wanted to stay in this moment as long as you can. The soft, quiet calm before the shit storm you felt was coming. But, he proved you wrong.

Whispering your name softly as if not to wake you. You found yourself unable to answer him. Waiting to see what would happen, what your reaction to this should be. No matter how badly you wanted to be happy that this happened, you would take whatever came. You didn’t expect him to hum softly and feel his soft lips against your bare shoulder as he gently kissed it. Tangling his legs with yours, you felt him gently rubbing your arm. You couldn’t handle it anymore. His sweetness was too much, and you needed to look at him. Shifting in his hold you turned to face him. A small smile pulled at his lips when you did.

“Morning, y/n.” His voice was a bit raspy, and you found your heart speeding up again at the sight of his tussled hair. The memory of tangling your hands in it flashing across your mind and you couldn’t help the blush. “You okay?”

“Mhm. You’re just really hot.” The words spilled from your lips before you could stop them, and you groaned a little. “Fuck, ignore that. I’m still asleep.”

Nishinoya “When did we fall asleep?” Your voice was quiet, trying to ignore the way his eyes were lighting up at your touch.

laughed at your plea and shook his head, which made you reach up to push the hair that fell in his eyes.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. Was it we fucked for the sec-“

“Yuu!” Your hand covered his mouth, eyes wide at the way he could casually say it. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to talk about it. Just that you didn’t know where to even start. There were so many things you wanted to talk or ask him about now that you were sober. You just weren’t sure if you had the courage anymore. You dropped your hand and shifted your gaze from him, a little nervous.

“Something wrong? Oh no. You regret last night. I’m so sorry, I knew I should’ve waited to make a move when we were sober. I-“ His face pulled into a panicked stare and he started rambling before you cut him off again.

“No, Yuu. I don’t regret it at all. Not one bit.” You sighed looking back to him, trying to reassure his worry. “You were… really good. I just didn’t know how to talk about it.”

“Oh thank god. I was scared I fucked up.” He relaxed a bit, slipping his hand into yours. It warmed your heart how sweet he was being. “I don’t want to ruin this… whatever this is.”

“Do you remember what I said last night?” You asked meekly, hoping he did so you wouldn’t have to repeat it.

“Which part? You said a lot, most of it sounded like my name actually now that I think.” He laughed when you shoved his arm a little, glaring at him. “I know what you said. About liking me, and I feel the same way for you.”

“Then, what is this?” Your heart was pounding in your chest as you asked, and you hoped he couldn’t hear it. The next part you forced out, not wanting to hear the answer. Fearing it would be something that would hurt. “Is this just a one time thing?”

Nishinoya stared at your for a few seconds, completely silent. It felt like forever and the nervousness that pooled in your stomach started creeping up your body. The worst responses flashed through your head.

“No, I don’t want this to be a one time thing. Or anything casual either.” His voice was steady, and serious. You could tell he meant everything he said. “Do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Nishi. I want to go out with you.”

“Fuck yeah! Does this mean I can take you out on a date? I’ve been wanting to for a really long time just never thought I could.” He rambled a little and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“A date sounds perfect. If its anywhere other than our dorms, we spend too much time in them.”

“Yes!! I’ve been wanting to for so long, I just never thought you liked me back!” His arm slid around your side again and your felt the urge to bury your face into his chest. He squeezed you tighter when you did. “Can I tell Tanaka? I feel like we owe this to him!”

“Sure. But don’t mention what we did?”

“I cant promise you that.”

You two spent most of the morning and afternoon laying in your bed. There was something about him that made you let your guard down. You could talk to him for hours about random stuff and never get bored. It was a lot nicer in his arms too. You always imagined the way it would feel to be wrapped in his arms. Even when you thought you’d never tell him how you felt. It was nice to imagine though, but it was nothing compared to now.

His usual rough wildness on the court was replaced with a softness you didn’t know his arms had. They were always covered in scratches and bruises from practice. You found yourself tracing the dark marks on his biceps, admiring the contrast against his skin. He had a story for each one. Telling it to you as your finger ran over it, and you could picture each one. You’ve seen him on the court before, he was a fury to reckon with but you didn’t realize how aware he was.

The lazy cuddling only ended when both of your stomachs growled for the third time in thirty minutes. He reached over to your nightstand for his phone, asking if you wanted him to order food in. You were thankful for that, the headache from the lingering hangover still pulsated at the back of your neck.

When the food came, you put on a movie and the two of you ate in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence. You knew there were things you could talk about if you really wanted to, but you found no need to. There was something about just sitting with Nishinoya that made a sort of warm feeling hold in your chest. It was relaxing, and almost familiar.

The next two weeks flew by. Your old routine with Nishinoya quickly turning into a new one. Instead of him asking you to study as an excuse to see you, he was already at your dorm when you got back from your last class. Each time you entered your dorm and found him sitting on your bed waiting for you made your heart soar.

What you felt for him before anything happened only amplified now. Lingering gazes turned into lustful ones, soft brushes became loving embraces. It was amazing. Everything you had dreamed of and more. It wasn’t until you came by one of his practices early to surprise him did the doubt slip into your thoughts.

You pushed open the gym door entering quietly, not wanting to interrupt anything. Your eyes scanned the gym looking for him and once you did, your excitement dropped a little. Him and Tanaka were standing next to their manager, the one Tanaka always went on and on about. It looked completely innocent, they were just talking. But you didn’t miss the way Nishinoya laughed or the bright look on his face as she said something.

You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you didn’t even have to. He looked so excited, the way his face was flushed as he swayed on his feet. It was a simple action, they were only talking so why did it have to feel like this?

He had told you about his crush on her before, but explained it was long gone. That it had been nothing but a simple unrequited crush. But it stung seeing him so happy talking to her. Confliction twisted in your stomach. You didn’t want to be the type of girlfriend to get jealous over other girls, but this somehow felt different.

You went up to the first person next to you and quietly asked them to give the bento box in your hands to Nishinoya. It was their captain. You were a little familiar with him from watching all of their games, you just never talked to him before.

“Don’t tell him I came in. Just if you could say I dropped it off?” Your voice was unsteady and you could feel your hands shaking a little.

“Sure thing. Are you, y/n?” You could only nod as your eyes flicked back to Nishinoya still standing by their manager. “So you’re Noya’s girlfriend! I was wondering when we were going to meet you. I was beginning to think you didn’t exist, but he talks about you so much.”

“Yeah, I am. I didn’t realize he talked about me that much. I’m surprised you’re not sick of it.” You laughed nervously a little, trying not to look at them.

“No, he means no harm. He obviously really cares about you, I’m glad he has someone like you. From what I’ve heard, you seem like an amazing person.”

That hurt. You don’t know why it did, but it pulled at your chest heavily. You tried so badly to fight against the way seeing him over there picked at your brain but it didn’t work. Tanaka’s signature laugh echoed in the gym and your eyes moved to them again. Their manager was gone now, but you saw the way Nishinoya looked after her.

You could feel tears start welling in your eyes and you quickly excused yourself. Moving back toward the doors hoping to whatever gods were out there that Nishinoya didn’t see you leave. But, he did. Just as you slipped out of the door he saw you. You caught his gaze when you looked back one last time and it almost felt like the wind was knocked out of your chest.

Fighting everything inside you screaming to turn around and go to him, you ran the other way. You didn’t know what to even say if you were to go up to him.

“Y/n! Wait up!” Nishinoya yelled behind you and you gritted your teeth. Of course, he’d follow you, that’s just who he was. You slowed your pace knowing he’d catch up any moment. Facing away from him you felt his arms slip around your waist as he hugged you from behind. “Hey, sweetheart. I wasn’t expecting you here.”

You couldn’t say anything. It was like your voice was stuck in your throat even though you desperately wanted to speak. Eyes fixed on something in the distance you tried to wipe the upset expression from your face. Wanting nothing more than to turn and bury your face into him, you felt the frustration building in you.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

The concern in his voice hurt. More than anything else so far. You were being stupid, there was no reason to worry. You knew that so why did you feel so shitty? When you didn’t respond he moved around to face you. The panic was evident on his face when he saw how upset you were.

“Baby, what happened?” His voice was soft, welcoming. You flicked your gaze to his eyes and felt a pang of guilt in your when you saw the worry flooding them. You couldn’t help but look away again.

“Nothing. I just forgot something.” Your voice was quiet, much quieter than you thought it’d be. It wasn’t very convincing, and you knew it.

“You don’t have to lie to me. Did something happen today? Is that why you came to practice?” You had to clench your jaw at his caring words. His hands cupped your face gently and you felt your lip quiver at the touch. Without meaning to, you leaned into his touch. Closing your eyes which made a tear slip from your welling eyes. “Baby, talk to me.”

You shook your head trying to shake his worry. “It’s stupid.”

You knew that wouldn’t work, but you tried. The feeling in your chest, frustration over yourself and the lingering hurt from seeing him in there became too much and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Pushing his hands from your face and burying yourself into his arms. The warmth of them didn’t do much to soothe you this time. It almost had the opposite effect. When he hugged you tightly a sob was ripped from your throat.

Crying was something you never wanted to do in front of him. You knew it would just make him worry, and yet here you were wrapped in his arms as your tears stained his shirt. Guilt tore at you again at that thought. He was supposed to be at practice. This was completely your fault. You shouldn’t have even come here to begin with.

Maybe this was meant to happen. The universes way of showing you that you weren’t meant to be together. You could go back to your old ways, watching silently from the stands while she was down there with him. That thought tore through you hard.

Kiyoko was mesmerizing, there was a softness in everything she did. She was so much better than you in every way. What were you even compared to her? You kept replaying the way he looked at her in your head. He looked so happy. Did he ever look that happy with you? You began questioning everything your thought you had known about your relationship.

“Y/n!” Nishinoya’s voice ripped through your intrusive thoughts and you couldn’t help but gasp. You hadn’t even noticed when you knelt on the ground, completely focused inside your own head.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Yuu. Go back to practice. I know I’m being annoying. I-I’ll go to my dorm, its okay.”

“What? No way, I’m not letting you leave.” He shook his head brows furrowing at your statements and apologies. “Let me help you…”

The way his eyes softened as you looked into them made a fresh wave of tears slip down your face. You found yourself spilling everything you were holding in with them. All your worries and fears, the reason you were crying. The way you felt you weren’t good enough for him.

“I saw you and your manager; I can’t help but think I’m not enough for you.” He didn’t say anything to interrupt your tear-filled rambling. “ You’re so amazing, and kind. You’re the best person I’ve ever met and I just…. Maybe you should be with Kiyoko. She’s so much better than me-“

“Stop.” He suddenly spoke out, “Stop it right now. You don’t get to say that about yourself.”

“But I-“

“No! I can’t believe you would even think like that.” His voice was raised a little causing you to snap your attention to his face. He looked so angry. The concern from before gone from his features. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I just, I don’t think I make you as happy as you should be.”

“Stop apologizing, y/n. This is not your fault its mine.” That made you a little confused despite how upset you still were. This wasn’t his fault; he didn’t do anything.

“It’s not your faul-“

“It is though! I know I’m not that good at showing how I feel. That’s why I waited so long to do anything.” He shook his head as he talked, and you couldn’t pick apart the look in his eyes. “Should I have not asked you out? Would this have been better as a one-time thing?”

“What? No, Yuu. Don’t say that.” You felt your voice shake when you responded, it was so quiet you weren’t even sure if he heard you.

“I knew I’d hurt you. Do something to fuck this up. I couldn’t even keep this one perfect thing, could I? God I’m so stupid! This would’ve been so much easier if I wasn’t in love with you. Maybe we shouldn’t even have started dating, I’ve only been an ass to you.” His voice got louder as he berated himself. You knew he had a bit of a temper, but you never thought it would be toward himself.

“Yuu, stop.” He didn’t hear you as he continued beating himself up, “Yuu!”

You shoved his chest lightly to get his attention, panic coursing through your body. His eyes flashed to yours and the tears that spilled from them matched your stained cheeks.

“I’m sorry.. Fuck, I’m so sorry!” He scrambles toward you, diving into your embrace. You’ve never seen him angry like that and it scared you. He could tell, the look on your face when you pushed him made his heart drop. He pulled you to him again, this time he was crying. You felt the tears against your neck as he shoved his face into your shoulder. “Baby, I didn’t mean any of that. I promise. Please, please forget it. I’m not leaving you. Just don’t- don’t leave me.”

Hearing his desperate cries into you made your heart break, forgetting everything that happened before. You sat and held him like he did to you. Giving him a place to let all his fears out in the safety of your embrace.

“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere.” You voice was basically a whisper as you ran your fingers down his hair, trying not to let the tears spill from your eyes again at they sadness in his voice and the way he clutched onto the back of your shirt.

“I’ve never loved someone before. I don’t know what I’m doing.” He spoke after a moment, he felt more relaxed in your arms and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Until you registered what he said for the second time.

“You love me?”

“Fuck. Did I say that?” He pulled away to look at you, eyes wide. All you could do was nod at his question, still processing it. “Shit, y/n. I, uh, ignore that.”

You shook your head rapidly, opening your mouth to say something. Anything. When nothing came out you leaned forward pressing your lips to his. His eyes flew open for a second but then he melted into your lips as his hands moved to bury themselves in your hair.

“I love you too.” You whispered into his lips, but he didn’t hear you. Too focused on your lips against his. You pulled back breaking the kiss to say it again, if you didn’t say it now you knew you’d regret it. He needed to hear how much he meant to you. “Yuu, I’m in love with you. I think I was before anything happened.”

“Really?”

“Let me finish!” You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his eager tone. “You’re so good to me, more than I think I deserve. Hearing you beat yourself up like that. I just…. Don’t ever, ever think I regret being with you for one second. The things you said…… Yuu, they’re not true. You need to know how much you deserve.”

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said. He knew he had a temper, and it usually was directed toward himself. Starting off as a simple thought and snowballing into full on degrading himself. You tilted his chin up making him look at you again, wanting to make him feel better. Pressing your lips to his again, this time less sweet. Deepening it by tugging on his shirt.

“If you don’t believe me… Let me show you just how much I love you, Nishi.” It took one look into your dark gaze for him to understand what you meant. His face flushed and you almost giggle at the sight. “I was heading back to my dorm, why don’t you come with me?”

“But, Daichi….” Nishinoya glanced back at the gym quickly before looking back to you.

“It’s okay, I can wait. Alone. In my dorm. Who knows what I’d do while you’re at practice…..”

“No fucking way, I’m coming with you” That was the first practice he missed on purpose.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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📝A LITTLE REMINDER📝

Prompt: This was a request by my lovely @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan . She requested for a possessive Drew smut , so here you go. I hope you’ll like it babe.

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, rough sex, orgasm denial, dom x sub dynamic, cursing, possessiveness, jealousy.

Tags: @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @blondekel77 , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic , @yungbludjazz360 , @drew-is-boo

Notes: Sorry this took me so long Des. I’ve been having some pretty chaotic days and I can’t seem to find some time to sit down and write. But I made it! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

‘You should come along’ he said, ‘it will be fun’ he said, ‘what harm can a night out with friends do?’ he said...If I knew it would all blow up like this I would have never, ever left my house for this bullshit!

I am currently on my second dry martini (or my mad, sour bitch drink as I like to call it, since I only order it when I’m debating whether I should kill somebody or just get up and go home). I still haven’t made up my mind yet, although the first option sounds very tempting right now.

I was finishing my martini when Drew suddenly appears in front of me.

“Let’s go” He briefly said

“Where? I didn’t finished my drink”

“I think you’ve drank enough. We’re going home”

“No, thanks” I huffed at him.

Who the hell does he think he is? He ignored me all night because of Dolph’s not so subtle flirting and indecent touching, didn’t even looked or kissed me because of his stupid jealousy, didn’t even cared that I was alone and by myself the whole night and now he wants to act like the nice, caring boyfriend? I don’t think so!

“I wasn’t asking, Y/N”

“And I don’t give a fuck!” I finished my drink in one gulp and made my way to the back exit that led to an alley. Soon hearing Drew’s heavy footsteps behind me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He grabs my wrist and I pull it away from his grip

“Who the fuck do YOU think you are? You don’t tell me what to do! You’ve been treating me like shit all night just because your little friend thinks it’s funny to flirt with his friends girlfriends and now that you’ve had your fun, you want to come here and act like you own me or something? Fuck off!” I shove him away as hard as I can, but Drew didn’t even flinched.

One of his big hands closed around my neck, pressing my back against the concrete wall.

“Oh don’t get it twisted, love. I DO OWN YOU! The minute I slid my cock inside your pussy I owned you. Every night, when we get to our hotel room and I cum inside your pussy I claim it as mine. I told you that from the beginning and you accepted, that’s why you have this” Drew touched my choker.

It was a beautiful choker with sapphires and diamonds, it had little chains holding all the stones together, with a little padlock on the center.

“To remind you who you belong to. So if I’m saying we’re going home, then we’ll go home. Do you understand, Y/N?” He whispered and I just nodded

“And if I say that you’re mine for me to do whatever I want” Drew’s hand slid up, underneath my skirt and rubbed my clit through my red satin panties.

“I mean it! I’ll do whatever I want with you and whenever I want, because why, Y/N?”

“Bec-Because you own me” I murmured

“You’re forgetting something” He pinched my inner thigh making me hiss.

“Because you own me, sir” I angrily stare at him

“Oh temper, temper! Be careful with that attitude sweetheart. You might regret it” Drew coldly smiled

“Now” He slides one finger in my choker and tug on it “Let’s go, so I can show you who you’re messing with”

The car ride has the air filled with sexual tension and I don’t know whether to be excited or scared for what it’s yet to come. Once inside the bedroom, Drew commands

“Take your clothes off”

I vigorously obey.

“Do you think it’s funny to disrespect me like that? Do you think that, that’s how you’re supposed to speak to me?” He grabbed my neck forcefully, challenging me to hold his gaze.

“Answer me” He snarled

“No, sir”

“Then why do you do it, Y/N? Do you wish to be punished, is that it?”

“I was mad, sir” I sincerely responded

“Mad?” He raised his eyebrows “About?”

“You. The way you mistreated me the whole night because of dumbass Dolph”

Drew’s eyes soften “The problem with Dolph is that, he always wants what belongs to other people. And he has no problem to play as dirty as he can to reach his goal.” The pressure on my neck softened, but he continued to hold it “He has his eyes on you for quite a while now, and I don’t like that. He doesn’t realize it but he’s stepping on quicksand whenever he opens his mouth to say something about you. And as you know, my patience is very thin, I’m getting tired of hearing his charming comments about you” Drew pulls me closer to his face by my neck while he placed his free hand on the side of my face

“Someday he’s gonna push the wrong button and he’s going to understand why people call me Scottish psychopath”

Drew looks so primal whenever he talks like this and it always instantly makes my wetness drip down my legs.

“Now, about your little attitude, missy. Although understandable is unacceptable so, we’ll have to punish you” He leaned down towards my lips and I eagerly wait for his kiss. But when his lips are about to brush against mine he chuckled and stepped away, making me pout.

“Turn around, put your hands on the wall and lean forward a bit”

I did as he asked and right after felt his cock teasing my clit.

“Oh please” I whined

“Shut up. You’re only allowed to talk when I ask you a question”

I can only pant as my orgasm gets closer and closer, already knowing it, Drew stepped back. Laughing when I protested.

“I told you to shut the fuck up” He slaps my ass harshly

He steps forward and repeat the same previous actions for another five times.

Hot tears of frustration rolled down my cheeks when my fifth orgasm is denied

“Oh poor thing” Drew chuckled “You’re so desperate to come, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir. Ple-“

Drew’s length enter me in one harsh thrust. Making me moan loudly in relief. From behind, his arm circle around my neck, chocking me ask he sets a fast thrusting pace.

One of my hands grabs his forearm for support as I can feel my head buzzing with my sixth orgasm reaching it’s high.

I came hard, wetting Drew’s thighs and successfully making some of my release drip down on the floor.

Drew slid off me, grabbing a fistful of my hair

“We’re just getting started, princess” He whispered darkly on my ear

As he pushed me on top of the bed, placing my thighs upon his shoulders....

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Little Maiden

tanaka ryuunosuke x female reader

warnings: 18+ smut ahead, highly dub-con. fairy tale/red riding hood au with kitsune!tanaka (breeding, innocent!reader, knotting, manipulation, oral sex, vaginal sex, request for others)

word count: 7575

notes: this is for the hq server collab, which the prompt was fantasy. tanaka was my pick and i saw this delicous piece of artwork for kitsune tanaka...and i knew what must be done. this has some crack moments but is mostly pwp and please heed the warnings! (also spot daichi in this!) be sure to check out the masterlist here and see all the other great writings and artwork done!

Once upon a time, there was a young maiden who lived within a village on the outskirts of a forest. It was a bustling town, with plenty of travelers that came to it and held many stories. Despite this cluster of activities, the town knew not to let any of their ladies wander into the forest, and certainly not every third moon cycle when even the animals within the forest seemed jumpy and on edge. The ladies that did stray off on their own, often came back with clothes torn and speaking of a beast with nine tails disguised as a man who would trick them into performing lewd activities with him, taking their status as a maiden and leaving them heavy with child. Those that encountered him, almost never were the same, lusting after what they encountered. Often they would disappear later on, back into the woods in an attempt to find the creature, never to return.

These stories are of course whispered from adult to adult, careful not to let young ears hear in case they would seek out the beast itself to find out the source of the stories. Most travelers believed the story to be made up, a legend to account for women who sought out companionship of men before they were wed, and had to deal with the consequences when they started to present. Yet the town remained insistent, that there was a beast within the woods, and it was determined to corrupt the maidens within it.

You of course knew the whispers, or just the stories and repeated instructions to never enter by yourself. “Always take your brother,” your parents insisted, “And don’t stray from each other's sight.”

It was that mantra which was told to you yet again, as your mother fixed your cloak around your neck. “Do not leave the path, and Daichi, please do not harass your sister anymore. Stick together, closely. I need you to get this to Grandma. Go straight to her house, don’t dawdle, and do not talk to anyone, Y/N I mean it. The woods are dangerous.” Your mother insisted, pressing a kiss to your hair line as she slipped the basket into your arm. “I will see you both tomorrow.”

Your brother rolled his eyes, ruffling your hair as you walked past as you slapped at him even as your mother tsked at both of you. You waved at your mother one last time before you skipped after your brother with a call of “Wait up!”

As you both disappeared into the woods, your mother's voice of “Be safe! Don’t talk to strangers!” called after you.

The start of your journey was uneventful, the trees whispering to you both as you wandered further and further along the path into the woods. Despite the forest darkening as you continued within it, the foliage along it continued to grow. Soft flowers bloomed along the path, butterflies flitting to and from them as you watched in awe.

Anytime your step would falter, convinced to go smell them your brother’s hand was firm on your back pushing you along. “Come on, we have to make it before nightfall.” He urged, and you reluctantly continued on.

As if the forest seemed to hear your internal struggles, it seemed each time the path curved a new batch would be there, with more flowers blooming within it as if you couldn’t resist the next plot. Eventually your brother opted to walk in front of you, not wanting to slow to your pace. Still he would call out for you, a “Y/N, hurry up!” anytime you would slow too much to look at the intricate blossoms.

Still as his pace continued steady, you fell further and further behind him. Until, this time when you stopped to bend over to look at the flower stalks, his voice didn’t call out to you. You lifted your head, squinting at the darkness of the forest as you followed the path around the curve.

It will be alright, you thought to yourself, He is surely just ahead. I can smell these and then run and catch up with him.

Yet as you leaned over again, a hand reaching out to grip the orangish flower, a shadow fell over you.

“They’re foxtails.” A voice mused from behind you, causing you to jump slightly, stumbling forward as you landed in the patch as you spun around to stare up at the man who spoke.

His hair was shaved down, short which drew attention to his face instead. Sharp brows were arched as he looked down at you, who was still sprawled upon the ground, but dark lines framed his eyes, sharpening his appearance. “Here, let me help you up.” He offered a hand out, and you carefully took it.

Subconsciously, you realize just how warm the man was as he pulled you up, and you examined his clothing in confusion. His pants were baggy, hanging off his frame and he wore only a vest which revealed his stomach and arms to your view. “Are you a traveler?” You blurt out, and he smirked, looking down at his own appearance thoughtfully.

“I suppose so.” He decides on, eyeing you. “And what about you? What is a young-” he paused, inhaling softly as he eyed you up and down before he continued, “maiden, doing out here all alone?”

You flushed at his words, smoothing your hands on your dress as you looked down. “I’m not alone.” You stated, “My brother is just ahead. We’re going to Grandma’s.”

He raises an eyebrow, “You surely look alone. I do not see anyone. Just you and myself, young maiden.”

Do not talk to strangers. Your mother's words float back to you as he stepped forward closer towards you, and you stumbled back. “I-I should go.” You stuttered out and he laughed softly, “No, stay. It is alright.” He promised, reaching down to pluck one of the flowers off to hold up to your face.

“They’re foxtails.” He repeated, “I personally think they’re lovely. Don’t you?” He questioned, waving it in front of your nose, and you felt your eyes cross as you try to examine it.

“Yes,” you admitted, and he grinned as if you just complimented him. “There are even prettier flowers further along here.” He purred out and your eyes followed his hand where he pointed, further off the path and deeper into the foliage.

You stared longingly at the flowers, foot shifting as if you would head in the direction before you hesitated, shaking your head. “I shouldn’t, my brother will surely be looking for me and my mother says I shouldn’t talk to strangers.”

The stranger frowned, irritation flicking over his face before it faded just as quickly. “My apologies, I must have forgotten my manners. You may call me...Ryuunosuke Tanaka.” He offered, “Surely your brother hasn’t gone far, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to see the flowers and be back before he comes looking for you. Now, little maiden, shall we?”

Your nose crinkled slightly as he stepped into you, “My name is not ‘Little Maiden’.” You retorted, “My name is Y/N.”

The man smiled, a foxish grin appearing on his face. “You are a maiden though, are you not, Y/N? You’re also rather little compared to me. Therefore...” his words trail off as he eyed you with a certain hunger, and you stepped back slightly at the close proximity of him.

You looked away in embarrassment, back towards the path where your brother had left, but the man’s presence next to you had you looking back at him for guidance. “You know my name. Now, we are no longer strangers, right? Come. Let’s go see them together.” He coaxed, voice soft as it washed over you and you nodded, taking his hand as he led you through the flowers and further off the path.

As he continued to guide you, the slightest uneasiness bubbled up in your stomach as he led you deeper into the woods and away from the way you were supposed to have been going. Anytime you attempted to turn to look behind you he’d jerk your arm, causing you to tumble into him as you attempted to not fall. “Sir-” you started, but a soft tsk from him had your words dying off as he interrupted you. “We’ll be there soon little kit, do not worry.”

As if his words were understood a bit too literal, the woods opened up around you and instead revealed a meadow of flowers. “Oh, it’s beautiful!” you exclaimed, pulling from his hand to instead investigate further into the field, bending over to sniff them as you went.

The traveler (Tanaka he said his name was, you reminded yourself) followed you around as you flit between each flower, but it isn’t until his hand gently touched your hip that you gasped and turned to stare up at him in confusion. “Do you smell that?” He questioned pulling you into him closer, and you flushed as you are pulled into his chest.

The warmth of his body is evident even through your clothing. Your hands came up to attempt to push at his chest, even as he held you tighter to him. “Do you smell that?” He repeats, voice a low rumble in his chest and you paused your wiggling to inhale deeply.

The smell of the forest dominated your nose, overwhelming you with an earthy scent of rain even with the proximity of the flowers surrounding you. Underneath it all you could smell the hint of spices, (Cinnamon a voice in the back of your head states) and the touch of wood smoke as you inhaled again. Confused still though, you look up at him. “Smell what, Sir?”

He licked his lips, looking down at you as a smile appeared over his lips and once again, you wiggled slightly, attempting to pull away as his head leaned down to press into your hair. “I don’t know,” he mused. “It smells sweet. Like..a treat.”

His face moved down your head, nuzzling along your ear and down into your neck even as you giggled at the tickling sensation, attempting to wiggle away from him. “Sir-!” you attempted again, even as his hands tightened on your flesh.

His body dips as his face moved down your body, opting to press his face into the valley of your breasts even as you gasped, hands pushing at his head. “W-Wait! You can’t do that!” You gasped as his tongue flicked out, running along your skin.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, voice monotone. “I’m just trying to find..the source of that delicious scent.”

His hands tightened on your body even as you attempted to squirm away from him and he continued his path down. He paused at your stomach, inhaling through the fabric, and you aren’t able to see how his pupils dilated at the scent. His hands gripped painfully tight on your waist before he shoved you back, allowing you to sprawl out on the bed of flowers which caught your weight as if it was a bed rather than solid ground.

He ignored your soft cry of objection, his hands bunching your skirt up as he pushed it up and his head dips down in between your legs, seeking out the source. “You can’t!” you attempted to argue, but the feeling of warm, wet muscle sliding over your underwear had you gasping and pushing at his head in objection. “S-sir!”

He looked up at you, annoyance clear on his face. “What?” he questioned and you quickly shake your head, attempting to wiggle backwards even as he grabbed at your hips, attempting to prevent you from moving away. “You can’t!” you insisted again, your voice dropping. “It’s...indecent.” You whispered out.

The traveler snorted, eyes rolling as he grabbed at your clothes, tugging them down even as you let out a squeak of objection, “It’s alright. Look, I found what smells so sweet. I wonder if it’ll taste just as sweet,” He questioned, his head dipping down as he licked a stripe up your folds even as you cried out.

“I-Sir! You...you shouldn’t!” you again attempted to argue, even as he held your hips to his face, licking and sucking at your core as you trembled. “Mother...Mother says I shouldn’t touch myself there. You shouldn’t lick there.” You whimpered out, eyes filling in tears upset by his action.

Sensing your distraughtness, his head raised and you feel your cheeks heat up as you realize his face is wet as he sits back. “What is wrong? Does it not feel good? Surely your mother just didn’t want you to get hurt.” His tongue flicked out then, and not for the first time you feel your stomach turn in anxiety at his tongue, a bit too long to be fully human.

One of his hands slid down your body, rubbing at your thigh as you wince. “Did it feel good?” he asked again and you shrugged slightly. “It felt funny.” You repeated, and he smirked at that. Your eyes flicked down to his mouth again, eyebrows knitted together in confusion at the point of teeth you could have sworn weren’t there earlier when he smiled.

“Did it feel good?” He repeated, his hand moving over your mound, his fingers dipping into your folds as he rubbed at a spot that had you gasping and attempting to jerk away from him in response. “Look how good it feels.” He purred, his words filling you with warmth. “If it doesn’t feel good, I’ll stop. Okay?”

When you nodded in a hesitant response, his eyes glinted in excitement, leaning forward once more as he pulled you close to his face as he licked a new stripe up your cunt, holding you firmly even as you gasped and attempted to pull away. “Does it feel bad?” His voice against your core sent trembles up your spine as you shook your head in response as he continued his lapping.

You watched curiously as his own hips grind against the ground in earnest. Your focus diverted for a moment, quickly back to his face as you felt his tongue press against you, and slide into you as you jerk, attempting to pull back. “W-wait!” You cried out in surprise. Pushing at him as he held you to his face, eyes flicking up to make contact with yours, even as you attempted to get away.

His tongue continued worming it’s way into your body, stroking at areas you didn’t know existed as you whimpered for him to stop. “It feels weird!” You manage out, panting as he watched you with eyes that are blank and emotionless. His hands were painfully tight on your hips, preventing you from moving as you effectively grind against his face instead.

As your legs trembled around him, you began to feel a tightening in your stomach. “S-Sir...Wait! It….I...stop….it feels...too much!” You attempted to whine out a coherent sentence even as he continued, nose bumping into your clit rhythmically as he nuzzled into it.

One of his hands removed from your hip, opting to slide down as he pressed a finger into you alongside his tongue as you cried out, jerking as both of them curled, stroking opposite walls. As he pushed in another finger you cried out, not sure what exactly you were crying for as a wave of euphoria poured over your body.

He held you with his free hand, refusing to let your hips part from his face as he eagerly drank up your cum. As he attempted to add a third finger inside you, you let out a squeal.

“Your fingers! They’re so big!” You managed out in overstimulation, and he smirked this time, pulling back as he sat back for the second time, sliding them out of you as he raised them to his face. His tongue wrapped around them as he lapped off your juices from them. “Better to finger you with little maiden,” He purred out as you flushed.

“You are, right? A maiden?” He clarified. “Never had anyone else touch you like this.” His eyes narrowed dangerously, and you swallowed as you nodded. He hummed in appreciation at your answer. “Good, I don’t like to share.”

His hands reached down to his pants, pushing them down and you quickly averted your eyes as he wrapped his hand around his straining cock. “What’s wrong?” His voice was teasing, “Have you never seen a cock before?”

You shook your head in embarrassment, “No, Sir.”

He hummed in excitement, energy radiating off him as he inched closer to you, reaching out he grabbed your hand. Jerking you forward to wrap your hand around his cock, alongside his. “Here, feel. What does it feel like?” He questioned, hand enclosing around yours as he instructed you how to stroke him.

Warm, “It feels warm.” You admitted, and he hummed, hips pressing his cock up into you harder. “What else?” He asked and you swallowed nervously, looking from where your hand was wrapped around him to his eyes. “It’s...big.” you decide on and this time his amusement is clear. “Better to fuck you with.” He explained bluntly, grinning as your eyes darted away in embarrassment.

He shifted, standing and you flinched back slightly as his cock became eye level with you. A hand found the back of your head, preventing you from pulling back further and instead nudged you forward in encouragement.

“C’mon, little maiden.” He purred out, and you swallowed looking up at him in confusion, unsure of what he had wanted. “Take it in your mouth.”

You paused, looking at it again as if you were considering it before you looked up at him once more, “I’ve never done it before though, Sir.”

He tsked his tongue, stepping forward and tapping the head of his cock against your lips as you flinched, pulling back, but his hand was there again, pushing you back against it as he rubbed the beading precum against your pursed lips.

“That’s alright, you can practice.” He promised, his words comforting despite your situation. “"Now, didn't your mother ever tell you it's good to try new things?” He scolded and you flushed at his words, nodding your head reluctantly as his cock pushed at your lips.

He rubbed his cock against the softness of your lips, coaxing you to open your mouth for him. “Look, it's leaking milk just for you,” and he was right. You could see the white fluid bubbling out the tip, and being rubbed over your lips. “Go on little kit, drink up…” He encouraged and you allowed your lips to part as he pressed it into your mouth and you immediately attempted to recoil at the bitter taste of his precum.

A firm hand on the back of your head prevented you from moving as your eyes fluttered up to him in panic. “Doesn't it taste good?" He asked, his other hand leaving the base of his cock and opting to brush fondly over your cheek bone, as he allowed you to pull back.

You immediately made a face, your hand moving up to wipe off your face as you avoided his face, instead opting to look past his hips. However, your thoughts were paused by the sight of what appeared to be a tail hanging from his hip, and as you watched it split into three separate ones.

You stared at them curiously, at their see through form, and as you watched one curled around towards you. The tip of the tail coming forward but before it could brush against your nose, a hand on your head was pulling you back into reality, and when you flicked back to look at the tails they were gone.

“I asked you a question, little kit,” Tanaka repeated, except this time, his voice was light as if he was on the verge of laughing. You hesitated, “Um,” your eyes flicked back to his hips in confusion at the illusion you had seen. “I..No. It didn’t taste good.” You admitted and this time the man snorted, an attempt to stifle his laugh.

“Now, that isn’t a very nice thing to say to someone who just offered you something to eat. Certainly not to someone who already ate you, little kit.” His voice was amused as his thumb ran over your lips, pressing on the bottom one as you parted for him again. “You know, you should know better. Didn’t your mother teach you to have better manners?” He questioned gently and you felt your eyes burn at the scolding words, tears welling up in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” You whispered out, and this time as his thumb moved into your mouth and pushed down on your tongue he looked excited. “It’s okay. I know what you can do to make it up to me.”

You looked up at him, in confusion at his words. “What? Really?” You asked around his finger, and he smiled, head cocking to the side and you blinked at the glint of light as it wrapped around his head, the illusion of ears appearing just as quickly as it disappeared.

“Yeah.” He whispered out, “Close your eyes, hold open your mouth.”

You obeyed, and as his thumb left your mouth, you’re empty for only a moment before a new heavy weight is pressing into your mouth the saltiness returns. As your eyes fluttered open in curiosity, your head is pushed forward, the soft head of his cock hitting the back of your throat as you jerked backwards into his hand which remained steady in pressure in an attempt to hold you on his cock.

Your hands found purchase on his thighs, pushing on them even as they rolled against your face, forcing you to take more of his cock into your mouth and throat as you gagged. Saliva ran down your lips, tears trickling out your face as you looked up at him in panic as you struggled against him. “Shh it’s okay, just relax. You’ll get it,” He insisted, his free hand petting tears from your cheekbone as the other holds painfully tight in your hair.

As his cock hit a particularly sensitive area of your mouth, you gagged, your hands fly out, grabbing at his legs and as your fingers brush against fur you grab at it. The man stiffened underneath your other hand, body jerking in response as you pulled at what you held.

A shaky noise escaped his body and as he released your head, allowing you to pull off his cock with a gasp as you looked up at him. Slowly you process the fact that the noise he made was a whine. He looked just as startled as you were, your eyes tracking from his face to your hand which currently held- “A tail.” You blurted out, the words escaping from your mouth before you could stop it.

He looked unamused at this statement, the tail twitching underneath your grasp as it writhed. “Yes,” he stated plainly. “Now, you should do that again, please.” He requested, pulling your head forward once more towards his cock, and as you opened your mouth to object his cock was pushed into your mouth again, except this time he was much rougher.

His thrusts were unpredictable, and excited as he forced your head down on his cock in sync with his thrusts. Your hands blindly fumbled at him, the fur warm under your one as you tugged at it in objection, and that only seemed to further spur him on. New fur brushed against your other hand, and you obeyed the silent request to grab at it with the other side.

His noises of pleasure only increased as he fucked into your face, you tugging at the-, no, his tails. You whimpered in objection as his thrusts became uneven. You could feel the trembles in his body, and as he hit the back of your throat yet again you couldn’t help but jerk on both of his tails. Fingers fisted in them tightly as you pulled at them in objection at the treatment.

His hips stuttered as he gasped, and just as suddenly warmth flooded your mouth as he allowed you to jerk away. Coughing at the taste you spat out what you could, looking up at him through teary eyes as he sighed, taking a step back as he yawned.

This time you could see the fangs protruding where his canines would be, much too long to be human. If that wasn’t a big enough of a hint, his eyes were dark, pupils slitted fully now and behind him...multiple tails swayed behind him, trembling with energy.

“You have a tail!” You accused, still coughing, voice scratchy as the man snorted in amusement. “I have nine actually, can’t you count?” He mocked and you bit your lip, trying to stop the tears that were already threatening to spill.

“What are you?” You questioned, trying to sound brave despite the quiver in your voice and he grinned. “Guess,” he demanded and you couldn’t help the pout of your lower lip. “I don’t know.” You admitted, and the man rolled his eyes. “That’s no fun. That’s not even a guess.”

He frowned, rubbing his own arm as he considered for a moment. “Fine though. I’ll tell you, but only because no one has played with them in a while and I’m in a good mood.” He leaned forward, gripping your face tightly in his hand and you winced as long nails (Claws, a voice told you) pinched into your skin.

He smiled, leaning forward as he pressed his lips to you, kissing you softly. “I’m a fox. A trickster god. A kitsune, don’t ‘cha know.” He whispered to your lips, and as a tear spilled from your eye, his free hand came up to wipe it away. “And right now, it is breeding season, sweetheart. You caught me right at the start of my rut. I very much do appreciate the help, but I’m not even close to done, yet.”

“I don’t want to help. I want to go home.” You decided, and the man let out a bark of a laugh. “Oh silly little kit,” He mused, petting your cheek again even as you attempted to flinch back from him in fear of what he’d do next. “I may be a trickster, but I didn’t even have to trick you here with me did I?” He purred out, voice dripping like honey over you.

Your lip trembled as you held back your tears, “It’s late. My brother will be worried. I have to go.” You insisted, and the fox god scoffed now, tails lashing in annoyance at his plans being interrupted. “You help me, and I’ll get you back before they even notice you are gone. They won’t know a thing.” He offered, “Deal?”

You hesitate, before you nodded, “Deal.”

A smile spread across his face, tongue flicking out to lick at his lips as he eyed you, and you can’t help but feel once again you’ve made a terrible mistake. “Good. That makes this much easier.” He purred out.

“Makes what easier?” You question nervously, eyes shifting from his looming figure to the empty meadow you were in. “This,” His voice was deep, dangerous as it wrapped around you.

He moved forward forcing you back as he grabbed your legs, spreading them roughly apart as you gasped. One of his hands slid down, running along the inside of your thigh and back towards your cunt as you attempted to close your thighs around him. “Stop it.” His words were harsh, and you froze at the command. “You agreed to this.” He reminded and you swallowed, suddenly regretting your words from just a few moments ago.

“You haven’t told me what this even is!” You accused as he shifted to fit himself in between your thighs preventing you from closing as he forced a finger back into your cunt.

He ignored the squeal that fell from your lips as your hand came up to push at his shoulder, “It hurts!” You yelped and he ignored you, pulling back only long enough to add another as you cried out his name this time.

“Did I not already tell you? It is breeding season.” He stated plainly, bored as he curled his fingers inside of you appreciating the squeal you let out at the sensation again. “I have no interest in making you behave, or fighting with you honestly. I really only want to stuff this little cunt of yours with my cock.” His words were punctuated with particular hard curls of his fingers causing you to whimper, “I’m going to knot you, and see how you drip with my cum, and look swollen with my seed.”

His words have you shivering, trying to form coherent sentences as he continued to play with your hole. He pulled back again, this time forcing a third finger in as you whined at the stretch, your hands flying up to your mouth as you tried to silence your noise this time. His eyes flick from where you were stretched on his fingers, to your face as you covered it.

An amused expression crossed his face as he cocked his head to the side, “You know, no one is going to hear you here. Feel free to be as loud as you want. No one will find us.” He promised, and if he realized how much his words filled you with dread he didn’t seem to care. In fact, he seemed quite happy at this fact that no one would stumble upon your acts.

Still you couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp at a particularly hard thrust of his hand, his long fingers hitting a spot inside of you that made you wince in pain. Satisfied with your response, he pulled back licking at his fingers again as you panted underneath him watching in confusion as he mused. “You’re ready.” he stated simply.

“Ready for what?” You question again, and this time he doesn’t try to hide his annoyance at your repeated question. “Ready to be fucked open by my cock, that’s what, Little Maiden.”

This time the name is mocking, as if he was taking great glee of the fact he was about to take your maidenhood status, and as you attempted to push back slightly on the ground his hand was grabbing at your skin painfully tight, in a bruising grip.

“Shh, it’s okay. Don’t be scared, little kit. It won’t hurt much.” He promised, fingers coming up to smooth over your cheek as he fitted himself between your thighs. His other hand fit between your two bodies, brushing up against your sensitive bundle of nerves as he palmed his own cock.

“I could have been rude, not tried to make you feel good and stretch you out a little. I told you I would, right?” He questioned, touching your face fondly, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, feeding on his words.

“Of course, it’s not going to help when I knot you. Can’t exactly prepare human bodies for that before it happens.” He muses on, more to himself as his words drop and you feel your face contort in confusion. “Knot?” You question and he smiles, his face bright at that. “Oh yes, I’m going to split you open on my knot, little kit. Fill you with my kits.”

You start to ask what he means once again but a pressure on your core had you attempting to scoot back. His hand connected with your shoulder holding you steady as he pushed up, and into you.

You gasped in pain, tears welling up in your eyes as you grabbed at him. “W-wait, sir!” You attempted to call out, hands flying up to grasp at his body and arms as he pushed you down with the same force he was pushing his hips up with.

The stretch was painful, and you could feel as he pushed each new inch inside. Even though he had used three fingers inside of you, it felt nothing compared to the stretch of his cock as he made your cunt provide room for him.

If he cared for your whimpers, or the soft tears flowing down your face he didn’t comment on them. His own head dipping down as his eyes fluttered shut at the velvety sensation wrapping around him. “You feel so good,” He purred out, eyes fluttering open to look up at you and even through your tears you could see the unnatural glint to his eyes.

You swallowed, trying to hold back your whimpers as his hips pressed flush against yours. You felt like you were going to be split open, the sensation uncomfortable as his cock pressed firmly against your cervix. “Hmm? Why are you crying now?” He questioned, his thumb coming up to wipe at your tears as your lower lip trembled.

“It hurts.” You stated plainly and he tsked softly, “We’ve barely begun, I told you this.” He attempted to soothe. You could see his tails lashing in anticipation behind him, the goldish red of his fur catching your attention. Drawing your focus away from throbbing dull ache in between your legs “Now, quit crying little kit. You barely have anything to cry about. I haven’t even moved, you can cry later.” He promises, and once again you start to question his words, lips parting to ask what he meant by that.

However, his hips drew back, causing you to yelp softly at the sudden removal of pressure and new friction from your body. “W-Wait-!” You start to object, as his hips snapped back into you causing the air to leave your lungs as you stared up at him.

“There, see? Don’t cry.” His voice was light, teasing as he pushed himself up on his arms, shifting to a new position as he started to roll his hips in earnest, head cocking as he listened to your squeaks of objection as you attempted to form a coherent sentence.

“What is it? You have to tell me.” You knew he was mocking you as your hands gripped at the flowers beside you, trying to find purchase as he fucked you in order to ground yourself. “Oh? Nothing. Hm, disappointing. Well if you’re not objecting….”

His voice trailed off, as he suddenly pulled out, grabbing you by your hips as he flipped your body over. You started to object again as his body covered you, his cock pressing up against your thigh for a moment before it entered you just as suddenly. One of his hands gripped your hip, holding you tightly as the other found the spot in between your shoulder blades, shoving you down before he gripped the back of your neck.

The new position caused him to groan at the tightened sensation, a soft praise of “That’s a good girl, just like that.” as he encouraged you to hold the position as he draped over you. His hips slapping into you as he fucked into your body.

Your soft mewls of pain slowly turned into pleasure, trembling underneath him at the odd pressure as he drilled into your core, pressing up against your cervix with each thrust. His presence was warm, stifling as he covered you.

As if he could sense your discomfort, his hands moved to pull at your clothing. Ripping it down the seam along the back as he shoved to the side. Your protesting words were cut off as he pushed your face further into the ground with a soft snarl of “Quit complaining.”

His words left your stomach flipping as he undressed you, pausing only briefly with his thrusts before he leant back over you his skin flush against yours. The smell of cinnamon and smoke clouded your head as he pressed his face into your neck. You could feel the soft rumble of a growl in his chest, his hips stuttering against you as he found a new pace which had you both gasping for air.

Chills trembled through your body as his hands wrapped around you, grabbing at your chest and pinching at your nipples as you whined in objection. “W-wait, please slow down. I-I can’t.” Your words were whimpers, barely formed as your fingers dug into soft soil as he pounded away into your sopping cunt.

You couldn’t see it as his fingers dug into your neck pushing further into the ground, his eyes rolling in annoyance. “Can you shut up, and just whine for me instead?” He questioned, each word punctuated with a thrust, the finals one hammering directly into your cervix as you sobbed out for him.

Pleasure and pain mixing together in a ball in your stomach as he fucked into you with skilled rolls of his hips. As pleasure continued to grow in you, you could feel his thrusts begin to change. Rather than fucking you with a speed and intensity that left you struggling to breathe, they became much more targeted as he grinds into you with his hips.

Each press you could feel the nudge of something at your folds. You attempted to turn your head, looking back in curiosity at the new sensation but his hand was immediately there pressing your face further into the ground. “Stay,” His words were a soft growl that vibrated through you as he held you firmly and you found yourself nodding weakly even as he continued pressing into you. Soft fur ran against your legs, and you could feel his tails wrap around you, an attempt at a comforting gesture.

His grinding became more insistent as his lazy thrusts continued, and as it built you couldn’t help but push back against it, the pressure rubbing against your clit. This action of yours seemed to please him greatly as he leaned back over you, covering you effectively as he purred praises into your ears.

It wasn’t until he started to push it forward into your hole with purpose that it clicked in your mind that he was attempting to fit it inside you. You hadn’t seen what this new pressure was, but you could feel your hole painfully stretching at the pressure and your instincts told you that it was going to hurt.

As if he could sense your panicky thoughts, his hands were suddenly back on you holding you painfully down, his weight on your back as he continued to shove his hips against yours. “Don’t even think about it.” His words chilled you but the pain had you continuing to squirm as he tightened his grip on you, tails running against your skin.

As the pressure increased on your cunt, your breathing started to increase. Tears rolling down your cheeks and onto the ground at the burning pain continued. “Relax, it’s only going to hurt worse if you fight me on this. You’ll be okay. Breathe.” His words were attempting to be calming to you as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder.

His fingers dug into you as you attempted to calm your breathing as he instructed but the pressure only increased as your eyes squeezed shut. Your teeth gritted together for a moment before a sob of pain escaped. “It hurts!” You accused and he hummed, licking at your skin. “I know, you’re doing so good.” He promised.

“You said it wouldn’t!” You sobbed out, and he snorted in amusement.

“Did not...I told you I was going to split you open on my knot, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.”

Your lower lip trembled as he continued to push into you, “It hurts really bad, please stop.” You attempt again he shushes you pressing his lips against yours, “Shhh little kit, it’ll be okay. It’ll be done soon, I promise.” He whispers against you, leaning up to lick the tears leaking from your eyes and down your face. “Go on now, cry for me. I told you, you could cry later. Didn’t I?” His words were spoken into your skin, soothing as his fingers release from their bruising grips rubbing at your skin in soft circles instead.

For the briefest moment, the pressure alleviates and you make the mistake of letting out a soft exhale, thinking he had stopped. Eyes fluttering shut as you let out a soft “Thank you.” However, as his hips snapback forward connecting you two firmly again, you feel your mind blank for the briefest moment before light explodes behind your eyelids.

Pain clouds your mind, and you are convinced you definitely were just split open as the knot at the base of his cock pushes into you, sinking past your hole and into your cunt. As blinding as the pain is, the shuddering euphoria washes over you following it, a sharp sob escapes from you as his teeth dig into your neck.

His hands pinning you to the ground under his weight preventing you from pulling away as you cum around him spasming underneath him. His noises of pleasure fill your ears, muffled as his teeth puncture your skin. His body trembles over you, his scent of cinnamon and smoke overwhelming you as he effectively ties the two of you together, his tails sliding against both of your skin before falling slackly.

As both of your orgasms wash over you, the pain returns as a dull throb in your cunt. As his fingers loosen on his hold of you, his weight sagging slightly you squirm attempting to pull away from him but just as quickly his fingers are back bruisingly tight on your hip and shoulder. His teeth dig in further into your skin making you cry out in pain. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare. You’re gonna hurt both of us.” He snarls, his voice muffled by your skin. “Stay still.” He hisses out, breath uneven as his hips ground into you once more, his movements limited now but not prevented.

With each half-hearted roll of his hips, tugging at your hole you whimpered in pain. You could feel the warmth filling your stomach, and after a few more minutes you could feel it dripping down your legs. Sensing the fluid leaking also, the man shifted. His arms wrapping around your body as he rolled to the side, pulling you with him as his hands ran over your belly fondly cupping it lightly as he held your firmly to his chest.

As both of your breathing lowered back to normal, his hands continued to rub softly at your skin. His tails wrapping around to tickle at your skin as well. He was much more gentle now, his touches almost loving, but you still couldn’t help the soft tears roll down your face at your bruised skin. Sensing your emotions the man nuzzled into your throat, tongue running along the bite mark he had left. One of his tails reached up, brushing off your cheek of your tears as you turned away from it.

“What’s wrong, little kit?” He purred out, his words sleepy and you shrugged in response. When a few seconds passed and you didn’t continue on with an answer, he pinched at your skin lightly as he pressed a kiss to your jaw. “Come on now, talk to me.”

You let out a soft sight, turning to look at the man, your lower lip trembling and he immediately stiffened in concern. His tail coming up to brush against your face again, as he nuzzled into you. “Oh stop, you’re okay. I promise.” He soothed, fingers running over your body in encouragement. “You did so good.”

“I want to go home now, Sir.” you whispered softly, and the man laughed gently at the statement. “You know you don’t have to call me ‘Sir’. I gave you my name,” he pointed out, avoiding your request. “Oh...I’m sorry, Tanaka.” You decide on and he hums, pressing another kiss to the corner of your eye. “Ryuunosuke is fine.”

“I’m sorry, Ryuunosuke.” You repeat, and he hums happily rubbing his face against you. You two laid in silence for longer, his fingers running up and down your body as he held you to his body. His lips pressing soft kisses against the skin he could reach, his tails rubbing against your legs, and wrapping around your body providing warmth to you both as your eyelids drooped against your will.

“Ryuunosuke?” You questioned, voice slurred with sleep. “Hmm? What is it, little kit?” The kitsune questions you, his fingers brushing against your cheek as he presses a soft kiss to your cheekbone. “When can I go home?” You ask and the man laughs softly.

It was a sound that warms your body as you feel your body drift into unconsciousness, his head moving to rub down over your stomach fondly, and the soft bulge still there from the kitsune’s actions earlier. As you feel the world fade to black, it is his words in the background, a soft whisper into your skin that guides you into sleep.

“Oh silly kit, you’re not going anywhere just yet. You’re not leaving until you’re heavy with my kits. Then you can return to your realm, just like I promised.”

#tanaka ryuunosuke #tanaka #kitsune tanaka #tanaka x reader #tanaka x you #hq server #hq server collab #female reader #kitsune #fantasy au #red riding hood #halloween #halloween au #halloween 2020 #hq collab #bella writes #ryuunosuke tanaka

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aarcanechaoss · 4 years ago

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Diehard

“We’ll get together, have a few laughs.”

Tatsu x Suga: smut | the VB team wanted a catch up, some are famous, some are teachers, some are police but overall they were friends and once teammates and the alcohol may have gotten to the two pretty setter’s heads (no not counting Tobio who can’t hold his liquor)

I decided to add Suga because I am a simp for him and have no shame even if I don’t have a favourite character I still simp this mofo

“Tatsu I’m glad you could make it.” Daichi gleamed once he noticed the figure skater.

“Dadchi what’s up.” She joked. “Looking good mr police man.”

“Oi you just got here don’t start flirting.” Tobio grumbled making his older sister laugh.

“Not flirting just being friendly. My flirting is far more straight forward... anyway fellow adults how’s life?”

“Pretty good. I watched your last competition congrats on the win.” Daichi nodded. “Hey Suga, Asahi- Tatsu is here.”

“Hi boys!”

“Tatsu!” Both men grinned walking towards her.

“Thanks for the congrats I’m proud of that match.” Tatsu smiled.

“Oh yeah that was beautiful.” Suga said sweetly.

“Aw thanks Sugamama.”

“Your costume was amazing too who made it?” Asahi joked.

“Oh the best apparel designer out there I don’t think you know him though.” She laughed. “Thanks for it though first skating costume and you nailed it.”

“You made that?” Suga asked. Daichi seemed equally surprised. Asahi nodded.

Hours passed and Tatsu found herself pressed against the bathroom wall lips locked with Koshi Sugawara. Her fingers tangled in his hair while his hands kept her hips pressed to his own.

KNOCK

“Hey whoever is in there can you get out Tanaka is going to vomit.” Hinata called out. They pulled away and opened the door. “Suga? Tatsu? Nevermind let Tanaka through.”

She giggled as they left. Suga kept close behind her hiding the problem in his pants.

“Wanna go to mine?” She asked.

“Sure.”

Tatsu’s apartment was fifteen minute away. Fifteen long minutes for the two heated adults. When they reached her apartment he was quick to press her against the nearest wall and kiss her like his life depended on it.

Her dress was removed first, followed by his clothes then their underwear shoes long gone as they stumbled through the apartment with fingers tangling in the others hair. Tatsu’s curled hair began to knot with each soft tug as they collapsed into the bed soft blankets pooling around them.

“Condom?” Koshi asks breathlessly.

“The top drawer.” Getting up the silver haired man reaches for the draw allowing Tatsu’s eyes to trail his lean body. She licked her lips as her eyes drew lower- both being naked nothing was left to the imagination.

It took mere seconds before Koshi had pulled on the condom and lined himself up with her entrance. Wasting no time he entered causing her to moan out. He cursed as she said his name.

“Tatsu.”

“Koshi... fuck.” His lips connected to her collarbone, pressing kisses and licks.

“Can I mark you?”

“As long as it can’t be seen later.. I have a competition speech tomorrow Koshi.”

“Another one? Well then I best make sure I don’t get too rough with you. They’ll need their best female skater to walk.” He growled before picking up the pace with his thrusts.

They cursed as they went through rounds and rounds of moans and grunts and thrusts. Both finally collapsing beside each other- the clock stating that it was 3.27 in the morning. Snuggling into his side she pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

“Sleep.” She said.

“You don’t want me to leave?”

“Not particularly. I like to cuddle after.”

“Oh... Asahi said-“

“Just because Asahi likes to leave after doesn’t mean it’s me making him do it.” She sighed. “Atsumu and Semi are the only other ones who didn’t stay after I don’t particularly care but I’m sleeping now so do as you please Koshi.”

Her soft snores interrupted any words that would have left his mouth. He sighed happily and looked to his phone- a message from Tobio.

Tatsu was fast asleep in his arms and it made butterflies fill his stomach. She was pretty, always had been but just like Oikawa and Kuroo and Iwaizumi he knows she probably won’t do anything about the butterflies

#sugawara smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu oc #Tatsu Kageyama

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thevictoryofthepeople · 3 years ago

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MUN’S ASKS: RP EDITION | MEME OPEN ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. mun ask - for vinny | @bidoeuf

2. Tell us about the first fandom you roleplayed in. Are you still part of it or have you moved onto others?

[ the first time i roleplayed i was in the percy jackson fandom. i tried roleplaying as annabeth, but i felt so weird because i just couldn’t grasp her headspace. so i created my oc’s out of the novels i was already writing. the rest is history. i consider myself still part of it since i still have my demigods and stuff but i’ve definitely moved on. like if i wanted to fully immerse myself it wouldn’t be hard to go back, but it’s also just kind of there ]

20. Is there someone you admire on here?

[ well you, of course lmao. and so many people that i follow. i think everyone has such great talent, characters, and writing. i always love reading people’s work or seeing their blog and how pretty it is. notably though i do admire @drew-a-tanaka and @ribbedxgloves because they were the ones who taught me everything about roleplaying and i’ve known them almost a decade so they definitely hold a special place in my heart ]

21. What is it you prefer: angst, fluff, or smut? Why?

[ least would be smut, not because i can’t write smut or whatever but just because i’ve had problems with partners who’ve only wanted smut in the past, and the essence of my characters would get ignored which always made me sad. i can still write smut ( and i do ) but i don’t prefer it. if it happens, it happens. i do prefer more angst than fluff because angst is just something i write better as a topic. however, im a firm believer that characters ( no matter how tragic their backstory or how ‘villainous’ they are ) all deserve a chance at the cute and small moments in life so im always down for fluff and all the feel good. i do just tend to gravitate more darker settings which isn’t surprising considering i had a horror blog once ]

#bidoeuf #creator's tongue {mc talks}

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First Christmas

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Christmas Fluff, Established Relationship, Lots of causal smooching, No Smut, Implied Sexual Content, Alternate Universe - Non-Despair

Summary: Soda and Gundham get ready for their first Christmas together. It's not much, and they definitely spent too much on questionable decorations, but, somehow, it's still perfect.

Read on Ao3

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Christmas with Gundham was… different.

Neither of them had come from families where Christmas had been a huge thing. Soda was used to a discount tree and mismatched ornaments, some of which he had made himself with spare parts from the shop. As far as presents went, he usually got some new socks or something else practical, and, on years where his parents had the money to spare, a new screwdriver or wrench to add to his personal collection.

He had never woken up to piles of perfectly wrapped presents under an equally perfect tree, but he always enjoyed the day as a kid.

He had asked Gundham what his own Christmases had been like growing up, and between his eccentric words, Soda had gathered that they had had somewhat similar experiences: modest decorations and practical gifts.

The biggest difference appeared to be the “abhorrent feast” Gundham’s mother would serve every year.

“The angle who bore me created such fierce dishes; they would cause the toxins in my body to become so concentrated I could hardly withstand them myself.”

Soda cringed at the idea of spending every Christmas sick to your stomach, but couldn’t help but be touched by the idea of Gundham forcing himself to eat whatever his mother served him just so he wouldn’t hurt her feelings.

Soda usually just had take-out for Christmas, it was one of his favourite parts of the holiday.

But like he said, Christmas with was different.

At some point in November the topic had come up, and the two of them had started making plans for how they wanted to spend their first Christmas together.

They ended up going tree shopping at the beginning of December.

A little pop-up tree shop had shown up just down the street from their little apartment, and when Soda had seen it, he ran home and excitedly grabbed Gundham. He began to ramble about how he wanted to get the biggest, fullest tree he could carry, sweeping Gundham up into his arms as he did as if to demonstrate. Gundham had just laughed at him and allowed himself to be carried as Soda began to sing random bits of Christmas songs off key and dance around the apartment.

“While I am enjoying this ritual, my beloved, I do not see how it will procure us a tree.”

Soda blushed and place Gundham back on the ground, looking slightly embarrassed and, in Gundham’s opinion, very cute.

“Shall we?” Gundham reached for his boyfriend’s hand and moved to the door, watching as Soda immediately perked back up.

“Hell yeah.”

They made the short trek to the tree shop, Soda gushing about the amazing tree they were going to get the whole way. However, once they arrived and Soda actually got a look at the price tags on those big, full, amazing trees, his face fell. He knew they were expensive, but damn, they were really expensive.

Gundham had picked up on his disappointment, and began doing his best to make excuses for why the ‘amazing’ trees were actually subpar; a hole here, a strange lump there, and branches to weak to hold “proper seasonal embellishments” all over the place. Soda knew exactly what Gundham was doing, but just nodded along and squeezed his hand a little tighter as they looked for a more reasonably priced tree.

They ended up finding one that was somewhat sparse, but it was tall and had a good shape to it and, most importantly, was in their budget. After paying, Soda made quite the show of lifting it himself, hoisting it over his shoulder and flexing his free arm in an exaggerated manner to make Gundham smile.

It had been a little trouble getting it through the narrow halls of their apartment building, but a few minutes later, they had it set up in a corner of their home, undecorated but bringing a festive feeling to the space all the same.

Gundham noticed Soda’s previous bravado had died down and he was alternating between glancing up at the tree and down his hand where he was absentmindedly rubbing at some sap.

“What is wrong, dearest consort? Does this tree no longer please you?”

“N-no, it’s just… Well, I guess I just feel kinda dumb? I made a big deal about getting us the perfect tree and-“

“And you succeeded in doing so.” Gundham placed a hand on Soda’s cheek and kissed him. He was used to his boyfriend’s tendency to doubt himself, but that didn’t mean he was just going to let him do it. “Perhaps this tree has more space between its limbs than you had wished, but that will only make it easier for us to adorn it as we see fit.” He wrapped and arm around Soda’s waist and drew him closer, hand still on his cheek. “We shall create the most formidable display with it, we will be the envy of all who gaze upon it, and all will know us to be true masters of these yuletide rituals.”

Soda began to laugh as Gundham kissed him again.

“You’re right man, we’re gonna decorate this tree so good that it makes all our friend’s want to throw their trash trees out.” He finally returned Gundham’s kisses, and they both decided to spend the rest of the evening in their bedroom.

“We should probably buy some ornaments soon, starting to feel weird just having a naked tree in the corner.

After a very pleasant evening, Soda and Gundham had decided it best to leave decorating the tree for the next day, only to realise in the morning that neither of them actually owned Christmas decorations.

The weather had been bad that day, so they put off shopping. However, a week had now gone by and the tree remained bare.

“You are right, my love.” Gundham stroked Soda’s messy hair and kissed his forehead. “Should we wait too long, we may find an inadequate selection as well.”

Soda untangled himself from Gundham’s arms and the blanket he had thrown over them once they had finished making love on the couch.

“We could probably do it now, if you’re feeling up to it?” Soda waggled his eyebrows at Gundham.

“You know full well it takes plenty more to render me immobile.” Gundham flashed a smirk, half humorous and half suggestive.

Before Soda could get to wrapped up in the thoughts of the last time he had immobilized Gundham, making him scream over and over until he was too tired to move, Gundham stood up. He began to dress himself, laughing and tossing Soda his boxers when he noticed his boyfriend getting excited again.

“There will be plenty of time for that later, dear consort, but for now, the tree demands adornment.”

They had dressed, much to Soda’s disappointment, and headed to the store.

Once they had arrived Soda wished they had put off shopping for an entirely new reason. There were just so many options. If they had waited and there really had been fewer ornaments available, then at least I would be easier to make a choice.

Soda looked to Gundham, but he looked just as overwhelmed by the selection. There were aisles upon aisles lined with various Christmas decorations, and at lest two appeared to be solely dedicated to tree ornaments.

They shared a look before heading down an aisle at random, hoping they would know what they wanted when they saw it.

It had been at least 20 minutes. Soda and Gundham had walked up each aisle a number of times and Soda was starting to feel exhausted. They should probably just grab something at this point. The only thing He had really manage to decide was that he liked the gold ornaments best, but that still left way too many options.

“Gundham, I’m going to die if we don’t pick something soon. Please, just grab something and lets go.”

“If you are sure…” Gundham glanced at the closest shelf, considering the selection for half a second before grabbing a box of gold and silver ornaments. “Do these suit your desires?”

Soda loved Gundham so much. “Yes. Beautiful. I love you. Let’s leave now.” Soda kissed Gundham and took the box from his hands. He moved to leave but caught Gundham glancing to a shelf just a little further down the aisle.

Soda turned to see what Gundham was looking at. It took a moment, Soda was at the point where all of the ornaments were starting to look the same, but he was pretty sure he knew which set Gundham was looking at.

He walked over to the shelf and picked up the box of all black ornaments.

“These ones too then.” He proudly proclaimed and begin to walk towards the tills.

“Dearest… you do not have to do that. I understand my taste can be a bit… ostentatious…” Soda knew Gundham sometimes got a little embarrassed about how much he liked anything that looked dark and/or mysterious, but he also knew his boyfriend genuinely enjoyed that stuff too.

So he just squinted at Gundham and reached for a second box of black ornaments before finally heading for the tills.

Gundham chased after him, obviously a bit flustered. He kept muttering apologies and telling Soda he really didn’t need the ornaments until they finally made it home.

Once the door shut behind them, Soda took Gundham’s face in both his hands and kissed him.

“Done apologizing? Get it out of your system?” He stared at Gundham until he nodded. “Good. Cus I love you and your stupid goth style, and I think these ornaments are fucking sweet.” Soda kissed him again. “Gonna have the most badass tree anyone’s ever seen.”

Gundham was smiling again, a soft embarrassed smile, but a smile nonetheless.

“Shall we begin then?”

An hour later Soda had to admit that 3 boxes or ornaments may have been too many, but the tree looked awesome and he wasn’t going to complain.

Covered from top to bottom in black, with accents of gold and silver and some warm white lights in between, the tree was a sight to behold. Yeah, it looked extra as hell, but Soda really did think it looked badass. Hell, even if he had hated it, it would have been worth it to see the look on Gundham’s face.

Gundham was openly smiling at the tree, looking as happy as he had been on the day Soda had admitted his feelings to him, and it was making his heart melt.

Soda wrapped his arms around Gundham from behind, and hummed into his shoulder.

“Y’know you really do have good taste, babe.” He couldn’t help but playfully bite at Gundham’s neck, making him laugh a little. “You fell in love with me after all.” He blew a raspberry into Gundham’s neck and they both dissolved into a puddle of smiles and laughter.

It was tacky. Soda knew it was tacky, and he picked up a back up just in case Gundham hated it, but he couldn’t resist it.

He had been out looking for a tree topper, probably some kind of star since neither of them were religious and an angle would look out of place on their tree, which had been “imbued with dark and mysterious energies.” And he really had planned on finding a nice star, preferably a gold one with some black accents or something to match the rest of the tree, but then he saw it.

The tree topper was a hamster. It’s arms and legs were spread wide, so it was vaguely star shaped, and it was dressed like Santa. Soda had choked when he saw it. Then he immediately bought it, grabbing a more generic looking gold star only after he broke out of his ‘buying-a-stupid-thing-Gundham-might-hate-but-might-also-love’ haze.

Now, standing at in front of the door to their apartment, Soda felt unbelievably stupid. It had just been a dumb waste of money. Gundham was gonna hate it and make Soda sleep on the couch for the night to make him think about what he had done. Ok, well, whatever. He’d just show Gundham the back up star and return the hamster later, he never even had to know about it.

He entered their apartment and the tension in his body immediately began to fade. Gundham was in the kitchen, humming along to Christmas music and pulling something out of the oven that smelled like it might be gingerbread. He turned and smiled at Soda before returning to what he was doing.

Soda set down his bag and started taking off his winter gear. While he was hanging his jacket, he heard Gundham approach him.

“Did you find an adequate decoration, dearest?” He placed a slightly flour covered hand on Soda’s shoulder and bent to kiss his cheek.

“Mmhm, it’s in the bag-” Shit. He kicked off his boots as fast as he could and turned. “Wait, Gundham-“

“Oh, this is magnificent. Excellent choice, my beloved, dark consort.” Thank Hamster Jesus, Gundham had pulled the normal star from the bag. “Hmm? What else did you-” Soda retracted his thanks from Hamster Jesus, he could rot in Hamster Hell.

Gundham gently set the gold star down as he starred in horror at the abomination that was the hamster Santa star.

“Look, Gundham, I can explain. I just-”

Gundham burst out laughing. He clutched the Hamster Santa to his chest and absolutely cackled.

“Uh, Gundham?”

Soda watched in horror as he witnessed what he could only assume was Gundham snapping and going absolutely bat-shit insane. He had doubled over and fallen to his knees, still laughing so hard that Soda was sure he couldn’t breathe.

“Babe?”

Gundham took a deep, shaky breath and wiped tears from his eyes before setting Hamster Santa to the side and extending a hand so Soda could help him up.

At least, that’s what Soda had thought he wanted.

Gundham pulled his boyfriend to the ground with him, expertly rolling Soda onto his back and pinning him below him. Gundham bent to kiss all over Soda’s face, laughing a little again.

“Um, so…” Soda was at a loss for words. Had he broke his boyfriend with the shitty star or-

“I love it. It is terrible and I do not believe I have ever loved an object more.” Gundham laughed a little and sat back on his knees, reaching for Hamster Santa again and allowing Soda to sit up. He turned it in his hands and chuckled.

“Uh, really? You sure it’s not too, uh, tacky?” Soda smiled a little and placed a hand on Gundham’s thigh.

“Oh, it is incredibly tacky. Were I freed from this mortal shell and once more able to access the full depths of my dark power, I still do not believe I would be able to find any object more so.” Soda frowned, but Gundham kissed him again. “And yet, it brings me great joy to think you saw this and thought ‘what better gift could there be to bring my beloved, than an abomination which depicts a fusion one of his most cherished dark beasts with the blasphemous idol of a once holy day.’” Gundham laughed again and patted Hamster Santa with more affection than it really deserved.

“Uh, yup, my exact thoughts, word for word.” ‘Hamster funny, give Gundham’ was close enough to what Gundham had said, right? “But really, we don’t have to put that one on the tree, we can just put it somewhere else, or return it, or-“

“This beast will adorn the most honored spot on our tree, and I will not hear otherwise.”

“But won’t it kinda ruin the, like, aesthetic?”

“It will make the aesthetic, my love, and we will place it immediately.” Gundham stood and pulled Soda up with him, giving him another kiss on his forehead before pulling him to the tree by his hand. He proudly handed Hamster Santa to Soda. “Do the honours, my dearest.”

Soda grimaced as he was handed the tacky decoration, he really didn’t want to ruin their tree, and besides-

“I can’t reach the top of the tree, where’s the-” He was cut off by Gundham wrapping his arms around his waist and lifting him into the air. Soda couldn’t help but laugh, he liked being picked up by Gundham almost as he liked picking him up. “Fine then, have it your way.” He (gently) slammed Hamster Santa on top of the tree and crossed his arms defiantly, playing up his fake annoyance.

Only to lose any semblance of actual irritation when Gundham hoisted him slightly higher and threw him over his broad shoulder. Soda let out and incredibly manly squawk as Gundham patted him on the ass.

“Thank you, my consort, allow me to express my deepest gratitude.” Gundham’s voice had taken a very familiar tone, slightly deeper than it already was, and Soda found he no longer wanted to protest as Gundham carried him to their bedroom.

Christmas day had, admittedly, been fairly similar to the Christmases Soda had growing up. No giant pile under the tree, and mostly practical presents. Emphasis on mostly, Soda thought as he leaned back against Gundham’s chest on the couch in his reindeer onesie. Gundham wore a matching one. It hadn’t been planned, they had both bought each other the same stupid onesie complexly by coincidence, and they had both lost their shit laughing when they opened them at the same time as well.

Even if the day itself hadn’t been all that noteworthy, Soda couldn’t happen but think this was the best Christmas he had ever had. The chaos leading up to it had been so new to him, but he already cherished the memories he had been able to make with Gundham. The tree hadn’t been the full, perfect one from his dreams, but decked out in their badass gold, black, and silver ornaments and topped with sweet, tacky, little Hamster Santa, Soda knew it was definitely more memorable.

The gifts hadn’t been huge, or extravagant, or expensive like the ones he saw in movies growing up, but they had been thoughtful and full of love and even a little silly. Soda couldn’t think of anything he would have rather received.

He leaned his head back against Gundham’s shoulder, and his boyfriend kissed him without looking away from the book he was reading. Soda let out a contented sigh.

Sitting in Gundham’s arms, surrounded by their questionable decorations and thoughtful gifts, and wearing stupid matching onesies.

This was a perfect Christmas.

#Soudam #Soda kazuichi #gundham tanaka #Soda/Gundham #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #christmas fic #My writing #It's still christmas here don't judge me

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iincantatorum · 5 years ago

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Plotting & Shipping Guide

tagged by: @lxvingdeadgxrl tagging: @drew-a-tanaka @thewhitepoison @qceensofkings @diviinitas @adeadlysong @roguishlydangerous @ofstrangevariety @spiritusmalificus @survivics @endlessdrifter @romxna @roguishlydangerous @bizarrcinkofwings @xviperinae @xcoatlicuex @xxsacrificiumxx @misfitxbeggars @deamonical @dominionovershadows @voxvulgi @a-kitten-with-claws @titanofthemoon @ghostofaformerself & anyone else who wants to do it, i know i missed a lot

NAME / ALIAS: Ari ARE YOU OVER 18? YES / No IS YOUR MUSE OVER 18? YES / No WHEN WAS YOUR BLOG ESTABLISHED? Like 2011, but revamped in 2018, it was about time

– W R I T I N G –

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / Yes (some people) / Highly (few people - mutuals preferred) / Private (mutuals only)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW? No (anyone) / Semi (most people) / YES (SOME PEOPLE) / Highly (few people)

IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH DO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? Not at all / A little / Some / Mostly / Strictly / Not Applicable

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? One-Liners / Single-Para / Multi-Para / Novella / All of the aforementioned

DO YOU USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? No / Gifs / Gif-Icons / Icons / Yes / SOMETIMES

DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? No / Yes

WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? Unplotted / Open Ended Plots / Semi-Plotted / Fully Plotted Epics / All of the aforementioned

HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? Very Slow (more than a month) / Slow (3-4 weeks) / Average (1-2 weeks) / fast (less than one week) / very fast (less than three days) / IT DEPENDS

WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? ADVENTURE / ROMANCE / FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT / VIOLENCE / TRAGEDY / DOMESTIC / FAMILY

WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? ( FEEL FREE TO ADD! ) High Fantasy / Supernatural / Science Fiction / Historical / Horror / Comedy / Romantic / Drama / Action / Adventure / Espionage / All of the Aforementioned

ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? No / YES / Sometimes

DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS? HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT TAGGED? I used to, but i just don’t follow those blogs that bother me. Usually it’s the hardcore stuff

– S H I P P I N G –

WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic / Familial / All of the Aforementioned

WHAT TYPES OF PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? Romantic / Platonic/ Familial / All of the aforementioned

DO YOU HAVE OTPS? No / Chemistry Only / Yes

DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? No / Yes (can’t think of anything specific at the moment but i knew i had them)

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Heterosexual (Devlin) / Heteroflexible (Noura) / Bisexual (Brent) / Pansexual (Delia) / Homoflexible / Homosexual / Demisexual / Sapiosexual / ( Grey ) Asexual / Still trying to figure it out (Ulysses)

WHAT IS YOUR MUSE’S ROMANTIC ORIENTATION? Heteroromantic / Heteroflexible / Biromantic / Homoflexible / Homoromantic / Panromantic/ Demiromantic / Sapioromantic / Aromantic / Still trying to figure it out.

ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? No / Selectively / Yes

HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? Autoship / during plotting / after a couple ic interactions / several ic interactions / slow burn / PLOT DEPENDENT / Never

ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? No / Selevtively / Yes / I am not sure.

ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? No / Selectively / Yes / I am not sure.

ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? No / Selectively (only with certain muns that i am comfortable with) / Yes / I am not sure.

ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? never (multi-ship)) / Sometimes / Yes

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? No / Yes (and i love it when it happens)

#psa #about mun

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moonlit-maiden · 5 years ago

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eleveneven

tagged by @kaatiba thank you so so much!!! <3 (guys, tag me in things I'm lonely)

Give us the elevator pitch for your wip!

I.... fuck. I'll post the summery here cause tbh that's the best I got so far.

Tasked with escorting the new addition to his family's fleet of ships - the Red Comet - to the Capitol for the yearly Grand Orchid Festival, Tenshi Tanaka is excited to finally leave his hometown of Amakin. However, the ghosts of his childhood and terrifying visions of a fiery future seem to haunt the optimistic young man.

Do you have any favorite antagonistic characters?

Xi'hasa and Chernolo. Xi'hasa because his backstory is so fucking tragic omfg but Chernolo cause that man basically has all my dramatics and sass so he Understands Me.

What do your characters do on a night off/night out?

Lol, probably hold a support group regarding what I do to them. No, but form the main cast: Tenshi might spend time with his cousin/family, Sasami would be writing poetry, reading or practicing dancing... again..., Yun would just... honestly pass out, Tern might have a nice cup of tea with his glass "friends" and Gali would go out drinking.

Does your mc have any irrational fears or phobias?

Yep! Tenshi is scared of ghosts. TERRIFIED. Cause like... ya can't reason with it. Ya can't kill it. You can just... try not to piss himself. At least that's his point of view on it. He's also paranoid about getting sick/ill for Reasons.

Are there any books/authors you drew inspiration from for this story?

The basis of the story is an Avatar: the Last Airbender tabletop game that got canceled cause the GM was a little bitch. But I and Tenshi's player had put a lot of effort into backstories so I took it, ripped out the Avatar stuff, put in new things and... tbh it's unrecognizable from what is started out but in a good way. I'm also looking a little into the wuxia genera to get ideas. Greeky mythology also inspires it, not the mythology so much the epic feeling (though this holds true for literally anything I write, even fanfics).

Who was the first character you made for this wip and how did they come to you?

Technically it's 2 of them depending on the angle of the answer. In terms of the first character made FOR this story SPECIFICALLY? Sasami <3. She was who I played in the tabletop. But as for the first character that manifested for what would become Red Comet? Azusa, Sasami's little brother. I've had and inkling as soon as I started writing over a decade ago of a character, male, young, the youngest of 3 kids, the elder sister would be the MC of the story. He would be a little mischievous but understand far more then he should for his age. And his name would be Azusa. But I never had a story that felt 'correct' until Red Comet. Then I finally knew where he came from. <3

Do you usually have a title in mind when you start the story or does it comes to you later?

Sometimes. It depends.

For you, what’s the hardest part of writing?

Editing. Someone kill me...

What’s the best part of writing?

World building. Hnnnng, I could go on forever. I love making Gods, mythos, researching cultures and just... gathering threads like a bird and weaving them into a stunning tapestry for everyone to (one day) admire.

How would your characters feel about you if they met you in person?

Pretty sure at least half of them would want to kill me.

What helps you recharge your writing batteries when you’re running low?

………….…………………..>.>

Smut of the couples in the work. I'M SORRY OKAY!?!? I love the romantic relationships and I am not yet far enough in the series to actually be writing about it. So I stave it off.

Also AUs. LOTS of AUs. It's the only way I can give my kids Nice Things with Minimal Effort on their part.

tagging: @the-ichor-of-ruination, @ivonoris, @ikilledmyocs and anyone else who wants to do it!

#aaa thank you for tagging me <3

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dianepayne16 · 6 years ago

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jason Grace/Leo Valdez, Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez/Frank Zhang, Michael Kahale/Octavian, Luke Castellan/Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo/Will Solace Characters: Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Atlas (Percy Jackson), Calypso (Percy Jackson), Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Chiron (Percy Jackson), Sally Jackson, Paul Blofis, Nico di Angelo, Percy Jackson, Frank Zhang, Nyssa Barrera, Charles Beckendorf, Harley (Percy Jackson), Jake Mason, Clarisse La Rue, Sherman Yang, Ellis Wakefield, Alabaster Torrington, Ethan Nakamura, Octavian (Percy Jackson), Michael Kahale, Piper McLean, Annabeth Chase, Hestia (Percy Jackson), Demeter (Percy Jackson), Rhea (Percy Jackson), Luke Castellan, Bob | Iapetus, Will Solace, Silena Beauregard, Thalia Grace, Hazel Levesque, Bianca di Angelo, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Kelli (Percy Jackson), Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Hades (Percy Jackson), Gwendolyn (Percy Jackson), Drew Tanaka Additional Tags: Agent Carter - Freeform, Secret Agent!AU, Roommates, Kidnapping, Friends to Lovers, mechanic!Leo, Nudist!Leo - Freeform, CIA!Jason, Nudism, Abduction, jealous!jason, Kissing, Sharing a Bed, Ghosts, Ghost!AU, Falling In Love, Angst, Emotional, Cancer, Suicide, happy endings, american horror story!au, Five Stages of Grief, Afterlife, 40's!AU, Gangster!AU, 20's!AU, Post-War, 20's, Speakeasies, Bootlegging, Gangs, Peaky Blinders!Au, Boardwalk Empire!AU, Hate to Love, Hate Sex, hate/love, Non Con (Kind of), Sharing a Room, Love Confessions, Smoking, Drinking, Mentions of Sex, Leo speaks Spanish, 1930's!AU, Arctic Expedition, Anaemic!Octavian, Insecure!Octavian, poker games, Winner gets to chose what they want, First Kiss, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Virgin!Octavian, Prince&Servant!AU, Lord!Percy, Servant!Luke, Forbidden Romance, Age Gaps, Arranged Marriage, Crossdressing, Nico in a dress!, anonymous, hidden identity, Hiding, Princesses, Love, Sex, Smut, NSFW, Anal Sex, Fingering, Rimming, cute!nico, Side!Percabeth, Make Outs, Murder Summary:

Different fandom AU! Each chapter is loosely based on the plot of another TV show, movie or book. Of course featuring out favourite (gay) couples ;) ONLY HEROES OF OLYMPUS/PERCY JACKSON CHARACTERS!!! (This ain't a crossover bitches) Inspired by; Chapter 1 - Agent Carter. Jason is a CIA agent, Leo is his nudist roommate. Chapter 2 - American Horror Story: Murder House. Nico is an old ghost, Percy is his ghost apprentice. Chapter 3 - Boardwalk Empire/Peaky Blinders. Frank and Leo are both gangsters that 'hate' each other. Chapter 4 - Dark Matter. Michael and Octavian are stuck alone in the middle of the arctic. Chapter 5 - Downton Abbey. Percy is a Lord and his servant best friend, Luke, keeps kissing him. Chapter 6 - Gemma Doyle/Selection. Nico pretends to be a Princess in Percy's castle. Will is his favourite guard. NSFW. (Will come back to this eventually...maybe)

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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📽 📼LET’S (NOT) KEEP IT PG PART 3 📼 📽

Prompt: Drew and Y/N are reunited once again

Word count: Long!

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: +18, fluff (by the end), smut, vaginal sex, anal sex, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), 69, anal plug, dirty talking, trichophilia (hair kink - pulling), asphyxiation kink (breath play - chocking) in other words: just pure filth😈

Tagging: @jibbles26 , @akiko-tanaka , @blondekel77 , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic

Notes: Originally this shouldn’t be up until March but you already know me: I have no self respect at all! In a conversation with the lovely Marissa aka MJ, aka @howdareyouhydra. She asked if I could come up with a part 2 and 3 for the original “Let’s (Not) Keep It PG”. Part 1 and 2 are already up (you can read it on my Masterlist) and this is the finale: part 3! I thought to myself: Go big or go home! So here’s the result of it! Also: I tried to keep it “as real as possible” SPECIALLY with the first time anal thing. I just want to put it out there that communication is KEY and HIGHLY important kiddos, so please before doing the dirty business find someone who will truly care about you and your wellbeing! Not only with their own pleasure, ok?!...Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊)You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

❤️Drewy❤️: I’ll be home in 20 minutes

I reread the message Drew sent me once more. Staring to feel the goosebumps all over my skin.

I was patiently waiting for him in the bedroom, dressed in a lavender mini circle skirt; nude underneath it, a white tulle crop top with my breasts bare and some sheer white medium length socks.

I listen to the sounds of Drew’s heavy footsteps upon the dark wooden stairs, that are now leading him to our bedroom.

The door swung open and an impatient Drew, dressed in a black dress shirt and pants comes in my direction.

“Finally!” He grunts, giving me a bear hug while inhaling deeply upon the nape of my neck “Argh, I missed ya so much. I missed your smell, your skin, your lips” He kisses me urgently.

“I missed you too baby, those two months without you were a literal hell” I close my grip tighter around his neck.

“I know, princess” He coos “But we’ll have one whole week to make up for lost time” Smiling he kissed me again

“How’s daddy’s little girl doing?” He whispered

“Lonely, without you,”

“We’ll fix that right away, love” He began to kiss my neck

“Daddy...I have a surprise for you” I smirked when he backed away to look at me

“Surprise?”

I nod “Yeah, while daddy was away I took the time to prepare myself so daddy can claim the one thing he hasn’t claimed yet”

I watch as all the blood from Drew’s face is drained in disbelief

“Did you really?” He breathlessly asked

“Yes, do you wanna see it daddy?” I deviously grinned

Drew just nods, completely speechless as I lean in all fours on top of the bed with my bottom facing him. He scooted closer and lift my skirt slowly up to my hips, moaning a long ‘fuck me’ in a thick accent when his eyes encounter the beautiful dark pink with a flower base, glass butt plug.

“Did you liked my surprise, daddy?” I smiled innocently, looking at him over my shoulder.

“Liked? Oh love, I hope you’re not planning to go somewhere tomorrow ‘cause I’m sure you won’t be able to even get up from the bed!” He caresses my butt cheeks “You’re so perfect, princess. So fucking perfect” He praised “Turn over and lay down for me, love”

Drew unbuttoned his dress shirt, eyes glued to mine. He slowly takes the shirt off, letting it slide through his arms until it reached the floor, followed by his pants and underwear.

He kneels down, dragging me closer to him. The movement made my skirt go up to my waist.

“I missed this sweet pussy” He let a glob of spit fall upon my clit so it would drip down to my entrance. Drew watched until his spit reached the bedsheet, only then leaning in to give me long, teasing licks until he focused on my clit and slid one finger in.

“You managed to get even tighter without daddy, love?” He added a second finger in “I can barely fit two fingers inside of you”

He moves his fingers at a slow pace as he incredibly softly sucks on my clit.

Low moans fell from my lips when he speeds the pace of his fingers and tongue

“Daddy, please” I beg

“What do you want, princess?”

“I want daddy’s cock on my mouth” I babble

Drew slowly removes his fingers, lay down on the bed and motions for me crawl to him.

“Straddle my face, baby” He says panting

As soon as he has his face between my thighs he pulls my core towards his face and I lean down to suck him off.

The bedroom soon filled with our muffled moans of pleasure. I can feel my orgasm reaching close, making me suck Drew even harder. He slides two fingers in, pumped twice and that was enough to make me reach my high. With Drew’s own orgasm followed by, once he feels my walls suck his fingers in.

I swallowed his seed, turning over to meet his blue eyes.

“Come here” He beckons me

I crawl to him, hovering his body. He rapidly pulled me up, so he could kiss me vigorously.

“Think you can take another round right now? ‘Cause I want that pussy AND that ass” He nibs my jaw

“I’ve been waiting two months for that. Ruin me, daddy” I smirked

“Oh princess, you should’ve chose wiser words” He laughs, entering my core in one swift motion and wasting no time to pound me roughly.

“Oh fuck” I moaned. The way the butt plug pushed my walls further to the front, made the whole pounding feel like it never felt before. The whole sensation was like being doubled penetrated.

Drew close his fingers around my neck, pressing it lightly as he kisses me, tossing his free arm around my waist to keep me in place.

“Did you missed daddy’s cock, princess?”

I nod lightly

He releases his grip on my neck to only keep my head in place by locking his thick fingers on top of my head, firmly gripping my hair.

“Did you missed the way how daddy’s cock stretches your pussy, love?”

I nod again

“I bet your vibrator can’t do that, can it?”

“No, daddy. Only you can” I whispered

“Argh” He growls and pounds me even harder “I love how your pussy feels around my cock baby” He pulls me down by my hair so his lips can whisper in my ear every kind of obscenity you can think off: how good I felt, how his cock missed me, how he couldn’t wait to fuck my ass...With every filthy word his accent grew thicker and thicker. Drew always knew that dirty talking was my weakness and also the fastest way to make me cum.

It didn’t take long for me to reach my second orgasm, he continued to pound me but this time it was softer, making the orgasm last longer.

Drew caresses my cheeks, whispering

“Are you ok?”

*Always so thoughtful* I thought

“I’ll be better once you fuck me in the ass” I giggled and he laughs

“There’s nothing that I want more right now than to fuck your ass, baby. But I don’t want to push ya too far...I don’t wanna hurt ya” He brushes my hair with his fingers

“Drew” I caress his beard “I love how much you care about my wellbeing, but trust me, tiger: You won’t hurt me and I’m still really turned on, so would you please, kindly, fuck me?” I bat my lashes

“You’re gonna kill me someday, woman” He grunts, carefully sliding out of me

“Where’s the lube?” He asks in a raspy voice

“Nightstand”

He got up from the bed and took the plastic bottle on his hand, leaning down to kiss me softly

“I love you Y/N”

“I love you too, Drewy”

He smiles fondly “Turn around, princess”

Drew squirted some of the lube on his length, carefully took out the glass plug and squirted more lube upon my hole, inserting one finger in and out

“Are you ready, love?”

“Drew, stop teasing me” I yelped

“So eager, aren’t you?” He laughs, positioning his cock’s head upon my hole, carefully entering me.

The feeling was...new, the fact that I took my time to prepare myself with the plugs undoubtedly helped, a lot! He entered easier than if I didn’t had, but at the same time Drew is thicker and bigger than the butt plug so the pressure was different. Not hurtful, just new. He was half way in when he stop it.

“Are you ok, baby?” He asks, drawing soothing circles with his palm on my back

“Yeah, it’s just different”

“Different good or different bad?”

“Different...weird” I laughed lightly

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No”

“Y/N, love. Talk to me, I need to know how you’re feeling” Worry surrounding his voice

“It doesn’t hurt or anything like that, if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s just that you’re bigger AND thicker than the plug, so it’s a new feeling that’s all. But not bad, you’ve got the green light Scotsman” I joke

“Ok” He chuckled “But if at anytime you feel like you wanna stop, you let me know ok?”

I nod

“I’m serious Y/N, at ANYTIME”

“Noted!” I mock him and gained a hard slap on my ass

Drew slowly moved until he was buried deep inside.

“Motherfucker” He faintly moaned and stayed still for what it felt like ages

“Drew, are you ok back there?” I mock “Aren’t you gonna move?” I ask

“Yeah, yeah, just give me a second” His voice breathless “I need to focus, because you feel too fucking good and I will be damned if I cum just now! So I just needed to breathe” He says and slowly started to move.

The once weird feeling became extremely erotic when he started to move. It was still different, but incredibly good.

“Daddy” I call

And look behind my shoulder to see Drew’s eyes glued to the sight of his cock going in and out of my ass and I could swear, I saw some drool escaping his lips. I’ve never seen him so turned on before and the vision woke up a primal part in me.

“Daddy” I call again, but this time louder

He awakens from his lust haze and stopped moving

“What’s wrong princess? Do ya want daddy to stop?”

“No” I whined “I want daddy to go faster”

“Faster? Are you sure?”

“Yes! Please daddy” My eyes pleaded to him

Drew circled one arm around my waist, pulling me up and out of my in all fours position so I could be kneeling down on the bed and started to increase his pace.

One arm around my waist, another vigorously gripping my hip and a fast pounding got me moaning loudly.

He started to bite my cheek, neck and jaw line, making me lift my arm up so I could bury my fingers on his dark hair, keeping his face glued to mine.

Drew releases his grip upon my hips to roam down and rub my clit.

“In, put it in, please” I babble incoherently but he (thankfully) understood

Entering my core with two fingers and roughly finger fucking me.

It was all too much and too good. His cock inside my hole, his fingers in my core, the biting, the moaning...it was all so dirty and lustful.

“I’m gonna need you to cum princess, Right now!” He mumbled

With two more thrusts I came the most eye rolling orgasm I’ve ever had in my life! I was coming down from my high, when I felt Drew pulling out and the hot spurts of his thick seed landing on my butt cheeks.

I collapse onto the bed, with Drew landing by my side a few seconds later, after cleaning us up.

“That was...beyond this world” I mumbled with my face pressed against the mattress

He laughed loudly before saying

“YOU are beyond this world!” He pulls me towards him like a rag doll, turning me over so I could lay on my back “Are you ok?”

“Drew, I’m fine! More than fine” I giggled

“Are you sure I wasn’t too rough?”

I lightly touch the frown between his eyebrows “You’re never too rough, you’re a perfect gentleman every single time” I pecked his lips

He shyly smiles, slightly blushing

“Thank you for the surprise. I really, really loved” He said and stared at me for a few minutes

“What?” I ask, feeling incredibly exposed due to his intense staring

“You’re so beautiful, on the outside undoubtedly! But on the inside as well. Just so beautiful...I can’t imagine my life without you” His voice is in pure awe

I never knew how to react whenever he said those sort of sweet and deep words to me, Drew was always the romantic one: expressing himself, talking about his feelings and wishes. Me? I was the complete opposite: shut down, didn’t like to show that many emotions, didn’t knew how to express my feelings. I was ‘the ice queen’ as he used to tease me ever since we’ve met. It took me precisely 2 YEARS to take the courage to finally say that I loved him, when he was able to do it after 2 months!

I didn’t knew how to reply to his beautiful, kind, loving words so I decided to deal with it, my way: Break the uncomfortableness with a joke

“Does that means my Voodoo dolls have worked then?” I narrowed my eyes “You got no choice but to stay with me forever, McIntyre” I chanted as if it was a spell

He laughs like a child, cups my cheeks and says

“I do have a choice, love! And I choose you, everyday! Today, tomorrow and forever! My one only gal” He winks and I blushed

Already thinking what other joke could I crack in order to break the spell he casted on me now...

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