#if that makes me ''sensitive'' and ''soft'' so what!! it's more strange to prefer hate and being mean to others i think!!

[eueball]

marvel rivals psa

[vanessalocke]

You and your crush

FrUK's relationship, especially Arthur Kirkland's feelings towards Francis Bonnefoy, has always been a interesting topic for me.

I have many perspectives to exploit, but if based on England's "tsundere" characteristics in official to develop, there is indeed a lot to say:

Arthur is quite stuck, easily depressed, has difficulty controlling his life, so he is always worried and self-conscious. He establishes a safety circle for himself and always pushes others away from him. Francis is like the opposite of Arthur, so it's natural that Arthur is always upset and suspicious of Francis.

From Arthur's perspective, Francis is essentially a narcissist who hides his narcissism well. To Arthur, Francis doesn't know how to love, but he's just "pretending" to love. The only person he loves is his perfect image below the river surface. It's because he doesn't know how to love, doesn't love at all, that he can pursue love so tirelessly. Because no matter how rejected and cold the other person is, because he doesn't love, he won't be hurt. Like walking on a bumpy road, the more people walk, the more painful it becomes, the stones cut into their feet, making them bleed, but he could run as far as he wanted, because he was wearing shoes, and his soft, sensitive feet never directly rubbed against the hard ground. Not only is he narcissistic, but Francis is also incredibly arrogant and hides his pride well behind his tolerance and patience. He will never bend down on his knees and beg for anyone's affection. His lover says he/she doesn't need him anymore? Okay. There are many people out there who are willing to bend down and obey him. His lover is just a grain of sand in the ocean of sand that he has.

Because he thought Francis was like that, Arthur's feelings for this Frenchman were extremely complicated and confusing. On the one hand, Arthur has a strange obsession with France in general and Francis in particular, and on the other hand, he never, I repeat, NEVER says that he loves Francis. Never. He has always bottled up his feelings in his heart and never dared to express his feelings. Arthur was very afraid of the prospect of how Francis would react if Francis knew about his feelings for him. His feelings have great weight, so he must do his best to protect those feelings from outside eyes. What he was most afraid of was that Francis would look down on him, and worse, take advantage of that love (that's what he thought). Love and fear intertwine and turn into hatred. Arthur hated Francis when Francis was strong and radiant in golden light (and looked down on Arthur), loved Francis when Francis was weak and lonely (and relied on Arthur). Arthur hated him when he was sweet, and enjoyed seeing him angry with Arthur. Arthur was annoyed with Francis when he put on that perfect elegant mask, and was happy to see that mask crack, and Francis lost his temper and revealed his true thoughts to him. So instead of letting him know how much Arthur loves him (something Arthur sees as a fatal weakness), he prefers to provoke him, making him angry at Arthur. In love there is hate, in hate there is love.

However, when Francis proactively approached Arthur, flirted with Arthur, gave Arthur flowers, loved Arthur, confessed his love to Arthur and eroded Arthur's thorny aspects, everything took a different turn. Arthur really didn't expect Francis to have such a gentle and soft side. He didn't think that Francis was not what he thought for so long. The stray cat Arthur, who had been wandering and robbing and fighting for his whole life, was suddenly picked up by Francis to bathe, feed, care for, treat, and sleep in a warm blanket and soft mattress. Therefore, Arthur was very dependent on Francis, like an arrogant cat, fighting with all other cats because he was assured that behind him there was a very pampered, tolerant and protective Francis. Each of Francis' true strengths and weaknesses were gradually peeled off in front of Arthur like when he peeled an onion.

And then Arthur gradually remembered, the reason why Francis was his first love in the first place. Not only did he admire Francis' beauty, style, and thinking, he also felt that Francis was truly mysterious and deeper than what those around him could realize. During the times when Francis unintentionally became weak in front of Arthur, Arthur could vaguely sense Francis's innermost feelings. It feels like, if there is a rose, Francis will sit day and night guarding that rose so that no sheep would come and eat it. Or if there is a kitten with muddy fur shivering in the rain, Francis will not hesitate to hug the cat no matter how much the cat scratched him. Or if he is betrayed, he will accept that betrayal as a respect for the other person's decision, without resentment or blame, with a gentle and sad attitude.

And how beautiful Francis is. Melancholic beauty, brilliant beauty, dreamy beauty, feminine beauty, masculine beauty, sophisticated beauty, simple beauty, he has it all. That soft blonde hair, will probably have a fragrance that makes Arthur think of jasmine and sunshine.

Francis's intelligence is also something that Arthur loves. Francis is the only one who can understand the hidden meanings of Arthur's cruel jokes, is the only person who can discuss literature and philosophy with Arthur, who can grasp Arthur's ideas in just a few sentences without Arthur having to explain too long. Arthur really enjoys chatting with Francis late into the night and spending a lot of time with Francis, because Francis is always the only person who can keep up with Arthur's thinking.

Francis' gentle smile is a smile that Arthur both love and hate. Arthur loves it because it soothes his cold heart. Arthur also hates it because it is the smile Francis gives whenever he want to keep everyone at a distance. Arthur is always angry because Francis never want to open up to him. Arthur will always be fascinated and softened by Francis' eyes and smile, always. That Francis would cry for Arthur's sadness, and Arthur would be angry for Francis' injustice.

Because of that extreme pent-up love, Arthur is indeed an extremely jealous person. He will fight with a stranger who flirts with Francis in a bar, he will question Francis who is with Francis, he will be angry at Francis just because Francis introduced him as a friend. He will demand that Francis always hug, pamper, and look only at him, not at anyone else. Sometimes Arthur will worry until midnight because he will not understand why Francis married him, and he will only go to sleep just when Francis hug him. He does everything (I repeat, everything) to possess Francis as his own, and he doesn't even hesitate to "steal" Francis back if he sees Francis in another relationship (as long as Francis agrees). If Francis does not agree to leave his current relationship to be with Arthur, Arthur will be very bitter and pretend that he does not need Francis, but is always worried about following Francis to see if Francis is living happily. Luckily, that scenario never happened, because Francis would never be the asshole who plays a double game (The country of love understands very well who he loves). Arthur is essentially a thug and a robber, he really doesn't care too much about his morals. A gentleman's appearance is to deceive others.

They broke up and got back together countless times. Both of them know clearly that "break up" between the two does not mean "the end", but just a "temporary separation" and that one day they will get back together. During those times, they always missed each other and bothered the people around them because of their nostalgia for each other.

[kenjakusbrainstem]

At The Seams (Kenjaku/Mahito)

Hi! I was going to try and write for kinktober this year but do to work I'm not sure if I will be able to keep up! This is one short thing I wrote for one of the days, as I don't want to waste it! Hopefully it's enjoyable! Crossposted to Ao3 at kenjakusbrainstem and shared to twitter at kenjakusbrain! Let me know if you enjoyed it!

Mahito wasn’t one to seek out pleasures of the flesh, yet that didn’t stop him from turning down a good time. Kenjaku had cornered him upon his arrival to the ruined apartment block their beach was hidden in, pressing the curse up against a wall with more force than needed. Normally Mahito hated being pushed around or told what to do, but this wouldn’t be the first time Kenjaku had forced him into something that turned out more than fun for him.

Kenjaku’s lips pressed hard against Mahito’s, opening just enough to nip at the curse’s bottom lip before shifting down to show the same attention to his neck. His hands drifting down and making short work of Mahito’s tight pants.

A soft sigh left the curse’s lips, relishing in the feeling of Kenjaku’s lips and teeth on his neck. The sudden encounter was making his head spin. He didn’t quite understand but knew enough about Kenjaku to know that sometimes the man just wanted to let off some stress this way. Sometimes it was too messy to relieve stress Mahito’s preferred way, torturing humans, so he didn’t mind the attention.

Once Kenjaku had Mahito’s pants undone, he gracefully dropped to his knees in front of the curse. Pulling the pants down to Mahito’s ankles as he pressed his lips against Mahito’s thighs, kissing the soft flesh along the stitches. Mahito shuddered at the soft, gentle treatment. It was rare for them to have a tender moment like this, but the curse couldn’t deny that it felt good.

The soft kisses turned to nips, Kenjaku focused fully on the curse’s thighs.

Mahito whined, a quiet sound that sounded more desperate than he actually felt. Mahito didn’t usually need to ask Kenjaku to give him what he wanted, the man usually working his cock with a practiced hand. This time however, Mahito’s now hard cock was ignored, the only attention it got was the tickle of Kenjaku’s hair as he played with the stitching on the curse’s thigh.

Ignoring the pleading sounds from the curse above him, Kenjaku slid his hands up to hold Mahito’s trembling legs still. Fingers running along the stitching just like his tongue was. The movements teasing almost, dancing across the edge of the pleasure Mahito was used to receiving when Kenjaku was in front of him like this.

Kenjaku knew he wasn’t giving Mahito what he wanted, but that didn’t matter to him. His goal was different, a curiosity inside of him much too similar to the morbid curiosity inside the curse he pressed his lips against.

The stitches that covered Mahito’s body had always been enticing to Kenjaku. Some of them placed almost randomly while others sectioned off body parts in a way that brought dismemberment to mind. Kenjaku wasn’t sure why they were there, but he wanted to see if they were as sensitive as his own.

Pressing a firm kiss to Mahito’s thigh, Kenjaku pulled away, looking up at the curse’s flushed face. The desperation in Mahito’s mismatched eyes almost surprised Kenjaku, such a human emotion upon the curse’s face almost made him laugh. Smiling instead, he reached a hand out to find Mahito’s, wrapping the curse’s fingers around his own cock.

“If you want it so badly, then touch yourself,” Kenjaku teased the curse, his words pointing out the obvious answer to Mahito’s desperation.

Mahito hadn’t done this before, not to himself anyway, his only experience was what Kenjaku had done to him. As he felt Kenjaku’s lips reconnect to his thigh, he tried to emulate the man’s actions, hand wrapped firmly around his hard cock. It felt better than he expected, strange but the pleasure was almost the same as when Kenjaku touched him.

Stroking slowly at first, Mahito quickly sped up when he realized that he could chase the euphoric pleasure at his own pace. The curse was nothing if not indulgent in his own desires.

With Mahito’s attention elsewhere, Kenjaku could now focus on sating his own curiosity. A line of stitches circled Mahito’s thigh, Kenjaku pressed a kiss to the seam before digging his fingers into the soft flesh. Nails biting into the skin as he tugged at the stitches, it didn’t take long before they gave way, blood leaking out slowly as a small rip was formed along the once pristine circle of stitching.

Mahito’s pained gasp turned into a choked moan as his hand continued to pump at his hard cock. The sharp sensation of being torn open mixed with the pleasure the curse felt and he couldn’t help but moan. It was almost like the pain wasn’t really that painful at all, his skin so sensitive it almost felt pleasant.

Kenjaku felt a smile creep onto his face at Mahito’s reaction, part of him expected the curse to try and kick him over, so this was a welcomed response. Pressing his face back into the curse’s thigh, Kenjaku licked the newly opened stitches. Mahito’s blood tasted different than human blood, less iron and more of something he couldn’t quite name.

Tracing the wound with his tongue, he found that the flesh wasn’t jagged, and he couldn’t find any thread that would normally accompany a stitching such as this. He supposed there was nothing normal about Mahito though, so it wasn’t really that surprising. What did surprise Kenjaku was that inside the stitching it seemed like there was just more skin, instead of the normal musculature of the human body.

It was an interesting discovery, Kenjaku thought, his interest in the most human-like curse he’d ever met growing again.

Returning his lips to the wound, Kenjaku pressed open mouthed kisses to the bloodied and torn skin. Tongue slipping inside and teasing the stitching and the flesh it hid. It was a passionate kiss that one would generally share with a lover during a heated moment, instead being shared with the tear that he had created with the curse’s thigh.

The strange attention Kenjaku was giving his thigh was too much for the curse. Mahito had been dancing around the edge of orgasm for a while, not quite being able to push himself over the edge despite how desperately he stroked himself. This odd feeling and the tenderness of Kenjaku’s kisses mixed with the pain of the wound in his leg was just enough to get him there.

A strained moan left Mahito’s throat as he finished into his hand, his legs trembling from the sudden climax and the pain in his thigh. He hadn’t expected things to finish so quickly, Kenjaku usually teasing him longer and drawing out the experience.

Kenjaku pulled his face away from Mahito’s thigh, looking up at the flushed curse as a bloody grin spread itself across his face. This was something he’d like to try again, testing Mahito’s sensitivity and seeing just how much he could tear at the seams of the curse’s stitching.

[moonmaiden1996]

Claiming his Mate- Part Ten

 Very Mature 

18+

You were forced back into softness without time to let out a gasp. Knocking the air from your lungs, you watched helplessly as Morpheus’s hand reached out. With one powerful tug, the dress ripped from your body, sending you juddering against the bed in horror as the material turned to dust in the air. His onyx eyes burned into you, a gleeful spark igniting in those murky orbs as formless black tendrils wrapped around your thighs, dragging you harshly down the softness of the sheets. No matter how you kicked or twisted, the thick vines ensnared you fast and firm, unrelenting till you were displayed before him like a sacrifice on an altar. Thighs pried apart; arms tugged gently, leaving you bare and exposed to him.

"Morpheus... What?" you gasped as his eyes roamed your body.

"Hush, My Queen. Save your strength... you will need it. The Fates tell me it is rather arduous." The husky voice purred.

‘’Morpheus, please... wait," you tugged helplessly on the swirling masses that held you down.

"Save your pretty words, my love. I have tried to show you only my best intentions. I gave you soft dreams and brought you to my home, my heart... I showered you with only the best I could offer. Yet you spurn me still. Deny me your love. But not anymore. You are mine."

"Morpheus, you must understand... "you choked as his fingers traced the delicate folds of your core.

‘’I understand everything. Your fragility…your humanity… it clouds your understanding, but after you become mine, it won’t be a problem." With a flick of his wrist, he summand a large square wooden box. The same from the library, adorned in strange carvings. ‘’I had hoped to gift this before the ceremony for you to wear, but it still looks stunning on you.’’

Morpheus purred, snapping open the box. Inside a gleaming band, a crown so bright it was almost blinding, so delicate it threatened to shatter into dust in his hands, almost breathing upon it would destroy it. Gently he lifted it across your head, and with a shiver, you felt it slide across your skin, fastening tight, its icy coldness sending a shiver across your body.

‘’You feel it already, the energy flowing through you. The Fates told me of the ritual and what we must do, what I must do. But don’t worry, it is something you will enjoy.’’ He mumbled, lips brushing against your cheek.

"Morpheus, please listen."

"Enough, My Dream; I would hate to bind your mouth when you give such pretty moans. Or would you prefer something else? Is that what it is? Does My Queen wish to pay tribute to her Future King? It would certainly make this part of the ritual more fun.’’ Morpheus’s eyes were now black holes of fire.

Baring down at you, he watched as you struggled weakly against your binds; his jaw line seemed sharper now and could cut you just by staring at you. With wide eyes, you watch as he smirks. Stepping back, he stripped slowly, piece by piece, till every inch of skin was exposed. His eyes never leave you.

Thick cock bobbing tauntingly above you, angry and red. A finger dipped down between your folds finding that sensitive bud. Skilfully, fingertips drew the wetness pooled at your core, using it to manipulate that bundle of nerves. You hated that your body was too easy to bend to his will.

"Feel how your body accepts you as mine. It reacts to me.“  His purred happily—fingers swirling in tight circles. “You look so enchanting in your crown. Worship me." He commanded, cock swaying before him.

Shaking your head, you whimpered as his fingertips pushed harder into your clit. Sending shock waves through you, he whined helplessly as his movement edged you closer and closer to that familiar peak.

As soon as that feeling began to bubble beneath your skin, that delicate pace shifted to move to light strokes, moving lower to gather more of your wetness. Your lips parted in a frustrated moan. Why did Morpheus torture you so? Something hot and salty pressed against your mouth, tracing the plump lips. Eyes snapped open as the Dreamlord’s cock teased at your lips.

Dark eyes consumed you as he watched his pretty pink head glisten with precum, making your lips sparkle. Curling his fingers into your dripping passage, you let out a breathy shriek. That was swiftly filled with his throbbing cock.

"Oh, my Dream, you feel so good." he moaned" take me, my darling mate, and I will send you to a bliss no other has felt before", he purred, punctuating his words by curling his fingers upwards. You gurgled against his member. A mixture of salt and something entirely Morpheus filled your mouth. Morpheus’s fingers continued the sinful torture, alternating between thrusting into your tight passage and thumbing your clit. As he hit that spot, a moan ripped through you, making your legs quiver. A growl ripped you from pleasure as his cock surged shallowly into your mouth.

"Take me my Dream; worship your king". Tears welled up in your eye as lightly as you suckled against him, bobbing your head as much as possible in your position, but Morpheus didn't seem to mind. He seemed blissed out. Head lulled back as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth, returning glistening with your spit." You look so beautiful like this. Just the sight of you gets me ready to burst. Are you going to make your King cum?"

You returned to your task with a restored vigour at the sound of that. You were taking him as deep as you could. You were swirling your tongue in a desperate attempt to spill his need and prolong your time to escape this terrifying ritual. Your sleek pussy was abandoned in favour of tangling in your hair as he met your pace with feral grunts. You felt him grow near the way his body tensed; his head was thrown back. Scrunching your eyes, you waited for your mouth to be invaded by his salty release, only for him to pull away, pumping his cock mercilessly till warm cum shot out across your chest. A sigh of relief filled you as the sticky mess lay hotly against your skin.

“Oh, my little Dream, don't think I would let you off so lightly. You will be mine before you rest—my mate. " Morpheus panted, eyeing his cum with glee; his fingers began making strange marks on your skin. Each symbol was more elaborate than the last, he worked devotedly till your whole torso was covered in sticky runes.

” So gorgeous wearing my crown, covered in my cum, pussy crying for me." Morpheus chuckled as he stood nestled between them. You yearned to snap your thighs close, but the tendrils held you fast and tightly held you in place as his cock glided up and down your pussy. "You will be begging for me to take you again. To make you my Queen.” He chuckled as you wiggled and whined.

He moved over you slowly, his warm cock rubbing tenderly over you and pulling you closer. Every slow drag of his cock pushed you further to the edge.

The obscene sound of your wetness filled the air along with your soft whimpers and his primal grunts: It was all too much. Overwhelming, you screwed your eyes shut.

"Look at me", Morpheus growled, digging deeper; your eyes snapped open as you watched him. Obsidian eyes glowing down at you ferally. So beautiful in the low light. Perfect and pretty, so brutal and possessive. A true god.

Morpheus traced his lips over yours, trailing down open-mouth kisses and quick flicks of his tongue till he cradled your forearm against his nose, letting out a contented purr. Your eyes fixed as he caressed and suckled at the delicate skin. Molten heat pooled lower in your stomach. Every nip, every graze of teeth, every lick made you tremble. All the while, he lavished attention on the mark, his hips never haltered, sinfully dragging his cock across your sensitive core.

Sharp teeth bit down into your flesh. Fire enveloped your body; Morpheus suckled against the wound, his cock pushing into your tight passage. You howled as you felt him seat himself fully within you. He was stretching you completely.

"Shh, just enjoy the feeling, My Dream," Morpheus growled as he kissed your wounded mark.

Energy sizzled and swirled around you both. You could feel every breath, every thrum of your hearts merging into one. Loud beats.  It was happening. Whatever this ritual did, it was coming.

"Morpheus, please. Don’t do it this way. Please... my king."

"You will not. This is the only way to have you by my side." Tears were in his eyes as he brought your wrist to his mouth.

"Please let me show you; I do."

You saw it. The fight surged within him: light and darkness. The taut tendrils slowly released, and sluggishly, your legs encircled around his. Hesitate eyes watching you.

You told yourself that you weren’t settling or allowing him to do what he wanted. You were allowing this. You were controlling this. As much control as humans could have over a god. You were looking into his eyes; the harsh darkness was gone, leaving behind the vulnerable silver, tears lining up his lash line as he brushed his lip over the savage lines of your forearms.

You had a choice. To resist and allow yourself to be devoured by him and broken into a mindless mate. Or to submit and allow yourself to be with him and let him love you. And, in turn, you learn how to love him, knowing you had no choice in that. That was your fate. To resist the will of a god was human but to submit was to become something more. Something beyond human, part of Morpheus, an Endless. And you made your decision. Your fate. Your choice. Your destiny. With watery eyes, you reached up and let your lips claim his mouth.

A brutal moan passed from him as he started to fuck you full, making your back arch towards him. “Good girl, my good, sweet mate,” he groaned, fisting your hair. “Take my cock—you take it so well.” He leaned forward, placing his lips over yours and sucked, drowning in your sweet scent flooding his nose like he was drowning in your perfume.

It was all too much for you—his cock, lips, heat building for so long, his incessant teasing— you came hard, body spasming in his arms. He continued to fuck you through it as your muscles went rigid, shaky, and limp, letting him revel in how your pussy spasmed around his cock and sucked him in deeper.

He dropped your thighs across his own, easily holding your boneless legs around his hips. His thrusts jarred you, whimpering with every single one, your spent body pummelled by his cock. He hitched your hips up a little higher, allowing his cock to hit that perfect spot each time.

You screamed out. The sensation of his cock inside of you was incredible, overwhelming, almost to the point of pain.

“See this, my love?” he asked, pushing in all the way, hips stilling. Running his fingers lightly across your joining, he encouraged you to look at it. “That’s my cock, right where it belongs. Deep inside you, making you mine.” He started to fuck you again, letting the heat slowly build up.

“Please,” you begged him again, “—please, please—”

“My Queen is paying tribute to her King”, he purred, picking up speed, hardly breaking a sweat. Playing with your clit, his other hand over your breasts, your belly, your hips, looking at you so reverently, with so much love in his eyes and his heart for his mate, it almost made you believe it. In a soft voice, he said, “Let me worship you.”

“Yes,” you sighed as his fingers on your clit sped up until you thrust your hips into his as much as possible. He could tell by your face that you were close, the way your eyebrows scrunched together, lips opening around nothing as you panted for more.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he whispered, almost reaching his peak, voice growing gruffer and guttural the closer he got. “I’m going to fill you up with me, and you’re going to look so beautiful.” He growled, “You going to look so pretty with my cum dripping out of you,” he ran a hand across your stomach, then brought it up to squeeze your breast.

He pushed you over the edge, the finger strumming at your clit, barrelling into a cascade of pleasure, screams ripping through the dreaming, sending out waves of distortion. Morpheus watched in awe as he watched as you, the power, vibrated between. Finally, he let himself go and allowed himself to come deep inside your tight core, your quivering walls milking him over every drop, the pressure of his pulsating cock prolonging your orgasm. He collapsed over you and gave a few deep lazy thrusts.

The bond forged so suddenly that it jarred you, feeling the tug of your soul against his, your pleasure magnifying and intensifying his own. Another orgasm ripped through you both, sending you shrieking into the dreaming.

"My mate,” he sighed, bringing his lips all along the mark on your wrist, licking and kissing and lapping away the blood and tear tracks, all salt and sharp metallic, until he licked it all away and could only taste your skin and scent. "Open your eyes.” He commanded that he wanted to look into your soul and watch as your souls bound together the same way their bodies did.

Your eyes opened, bleary and unseeing, his cock twitching violently, sending you hurtling over another parapet of ecstasy. Now you felt him everywhere. He was still in you, plunging determinately into your core, but now you felt him everywhere. In your skin, in your veins.

‘Finally, My Queen.’

I am so sad there is only one more chapter left with possible one shot. I hope you loved reading it as much as I loved writing it.

On a happier note, I will have more alphabets coming about, with a possible short story coming out for House of Dragon for either Aemond or Daemon…or both. I am such a whore for dark, brooding men. Prompts are open for HOD if anyone is interested. More Morpheus soon though, don’t you worry!

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[amekikai]

DIO Headcanons (NSFW - AMAB reader Reader)

(No gendered language is used other than mentions of genitals.)

I'm sorry if you know me irl idk what I'm doing with my life lmfao

DIO thrusts with his hands behind his head or one hand holding his hip and the other pushing your head down. He is very handsy. But most of the time he'll go from behind and hold your hips tight.

Dirty talk is praise if he's rewarding you or just doing it to satisfy himself. But he will degrade you if you've acted out of line. It'll look something like this:

"You're such a whore for me.. don't you dare think about anybody else satisfying you."

"Dearest pet.. you take me, DIO, so very well..~"

"Such a sweet little thing you are..."

He's loud but he'll be quiet if he's punishing you (that is until he's close to finishing)

DIO will often make you give him head, even if he's not going to fuck you afterwards. If you do well, he might reward you with sex though.

Goes at whatever pace you enjoy more but prefers to be slow, gentle and sensual with you if you've been good. He feels like being rough and hurting you is less of a reward (unless you tell him otherwise)

Bites a lot and scratches his name into you with his nails. DIO wants everyone to know you're his plaything and nobody else's.

DIO's moans are very seductive, he can growl sometimes when hes close. HE likes to moans right in your ear.

He likes it when you call him "divine" and praise him. DIO might submit to you if you praise him well enough.

#FCFFF4, tip: #F2D9BB. He's 6"8 soft and 7"9 hard. He's got two veins which are very sensitive and one is on the left side, the other is in the bottom. He's quite girthy, the tip is sort of heart shaped and curved very slightly. His cum tastes slightly salty and its quite creamy (like canned whipped cream texture)

(Jonathan's dick was darker but bc DIO is a vampire his skin got lighter due to the lack of blood flow)

Loves oral. He wants to give you it and licks dipping his tongue in your slit and tasting your precum.

Masturbates often. DIO doesn't always feel satisfied after he has sex with another whore who throws themselves at him and hates being desperate for release.

Would oil himself up for you if you asked very nicely.

He's definitely an exhibitionist. He likes showing "his" body off. (this is acc canon, Araki said so /srs)

Only fucks you in his coffin if he trusts you and genuinely loves you and even then it's very rare.

Has his bed curtains closed if he's rewarding you, but otherwise they're staying open. If anyone walks in.., DIO finds it arousing.

His dick is sometimes strangely cold so you'll have to "warm him up"

[synthetickitsune]

same anon as the one you just answered about requests, thank you <3 i wanted to request for joonggil actually bc the last one you wrote made me sad n i need smth fun (by that i mean dirty) . maybe something along the lines of fucking in his office if you’re comfortable if not you can choose :)

No problem! ♡ And sorry in advance in making this one a lil sad as well lmao, I found it kind of hard to write smut for Joonggil

Park Joonggil (Tomorrow) | Stress relief smut | 0.6k

It’s driving him crazy. All of it. The Director doing whatever she wants, the dirty souls he has to collect, the Crisis management team… He feels the muscle in his jaw clench and he realizes that for whatever reason, that team is the main culprit behind the sudden spike of aggression in him. It's getting unbearable, who could blame him if he wanted to let out some steam?

You don’t seem to mind either. Your watery eyes looking up at him from where you kneel on the floor between his legs seem dark and full of lust. No defiance. He can see some wet streaks glistening on your cheeks but it doesn’t move him at all. If anything, he grips your hair tighter and forces his cock deeper into your throat.

Unlike the recent events, this he has absolute control over. He hates not being in control. And now that he has it, he's going to indulge in it. This one sin he'll allow himself.

It's rare to feel anything outside of physical sensation here. At least for him, anyway. And your mouth is so warm around him, so wet as your tongue laps at him like he's candy. It makes him angry, he finds, that you seem to find this enjoyable. This is supposed to be his moment. He takes pleasure in watching you gag and squirm when he holds you down long enough that you're not getting enough oxygen. He loves how your throat constricts when you swallow around him, and suddenly he wishes you were in a different position and he could choke you while abusing your throat.

He doesn't know where these thoughts are coming from, and when his mind clears, he'll for sure regret them. He'll regret all this, but for the time being his full focus is on thrusting into your willing mouth. He feels you flatten your tongue and feels the delicious drag of it on the sensitive underside of his cock. It spurs him on, makes him go faster and harder, and as he fucks into your mouth so rough there's fluids everywhere, it dawns on him.

When he nearly pulls out, his tip resting against your lips, and when he slams his hips forward and brushes against the back of your throat, it's a blur of pink he sees behind his closed eyelids. Pink hair, a whisper of pink on her eyes. 

Yet instead of stopping, like part of him wants to, his pace gets more brutal. He ignores your choked moans, other than how good they feel. He abuses your throat like a desperate man. He is desperate. Desperate to relieve the tension, to forget, to reach any sort of oblivion that will save him.

He buries himself all the way, your nose pressed against his pelvis as he spills down your throat. He doesn't meet your eyes, his own closed, his chest heaving with long, deep breaths. The grip on your hair softens as he comes down, but still yanks you away when you playfully lick at his length. 

You wonder what came over him as he adjusts his clothes and roughly shoves you out the door. He takes another deep breath and instructs you in a tone you've never heard, soft and almost vulnerable, to take the rest of the day off. Part of him wants to apologize for his rough treatment, but you seemed to enjoy it and for that, he feels both glad and more guilty. It didn't work like he hoped it would. The frustration he felt melted away but now there's a strange pressure weighting on his chest. Every time he blinks he sees a pink blur and he knows he'll have to address that soon, preferably sooner than later, right now. He can't, though. So he falls back on his chair and wonders.

[littlepadika]

🎀 pink (Din)

🧼 laundry detergent (fake dating)

🍄cottage core (innocent kink)

with some fluff and smut included maybe?? 🥺👉👈💘

Hi @ppslutt I don't think we've interacted so hello! Thank you for this request! Omg i am both soft and amused by this idea. Hope you like this... Din is such a cheeky bb but at the same time a feral fucking machine hehe

500 follower celebration (closed now)

Warnings: Asshole ex boyfriend, protective mando, innocent reader, unprotected piv smut, fingering, 18+

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"Can I sit here?"

Din startled. He had been glaring holes into the metal table at the cantina for so long he almost forgot there were other people around. He was in between bounties. Waiting for Karga to come up with something worth his time.

He nodded at the seat across from him which you fell into. He would usually say no, preferring to be left alone, but you were hardly a threat. Young and apparently unarmed. You looked stressed. Eyes darting all over the room. Were you in trouble?

"Thank you." You tapped your fingertips on the table. "My ex is here and I don't want him to see me alone."

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No." You stare down at your lap. "I just don't want to talk to him."

That made sense, but Din couldn't understand why you were talking to him specifically. Most people feared Mandalorians. He expected you to want to hire him or ask him to kill your ex. You glanced over your shoulder. Din followed your gaze, identifying the man in question, an arrogant looking human with his arm around a girl with her back to you both.

"I'll leave you alone in a minute." You turned your attention back to him. "What's your name, sir?"

"Mando." He grunted. You replied with your name. Din's ears perked up when he heard it. The sound of it echoing in his mind. He had never heard such a name before. "Have you ever seen a Mandalorian before?" Din couldn't help but ask.

"Is that what you are?" You felt embarrassed at his amused tone. "Am I supposed to bow or something?"

Din chuckled, which came out as a crackle through the voice coder. "No. But people tend to stay away from me because- because we're killers."

"Oh." You swallowed a gasp. It never occurred to you to be afraid. "I didn't know. I've never been off world."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You snapped your head up to see your ex standing over you, an angry look on his face. "I thought you didn't like going out."

"I-I can go where I please!" You jut your chin out.

"Fucking bitch. You're just spying on me, aren't you?" Your ex spat. Din clenched his fist, not liking the way this bastard was speaking to you. He could easily break this man's arm and hardly break a sweat.

"I'm not!" You cried shrilly. "I didn't know you'd even be here."

"What are you doing with him?" Your ex turned to Mando with a sneer. "Tryin to make me jealous?"

"Obviously it worked." You glared. "Now go away."

"No hang on- you're gonna come with me and we're gonna talk."

"I think it's time for you to go." Din rested his hand on his holster, his voice impossibly low. You shivered in your seat.

"Whatever." The man gave up, backing up a little. "Good luck with this one, Mando. She's a prude."

You looked down in shame feeling angry tears sting your eyes. It was hard to believe you once loved this asshole. Din felt his temper flare in his chest. Your ex finally left, looking over his shoulder a few times to watch you and Din.

"I'm sorry." You wrapped your arms around yourself. "I'll leave you alone now."

"I don't mind." Din said, surprising himself. He hated seeing you so upset. He thought about going up to that bastard and putting a hole in his chest, but that wouldn't make you feel better. "Can I get you something?"

"I don't know." You looked up at the bar trying to read the menu overhead.

"What kind of fake boyfriend would I be?" Din joked, hoping to see you smile. It worked. You let out a small giggle into your hand that made Din's heart constrict strangely. He ordered you a Tatooine Sunset.

"You don't want one?"

"No. Thank you." Din hesitated before adding "I don't remove my helmet."

"Ever?" Your eyes widened.

"Not in front of people."

"Oh." You took a small sip. "It's really yummy. Thank you."

Din noticed the prick from earlier still watching you both. "Come over here, ad'ika." He tapped the seat next to him.

"Why?" You asked, looking up from your cup.

"Because that nurf herder is watching us."

"Oh." You frowned, moving to sit next to Mando.

"Lean into me."

"Like this?" You asked again, tilting your head onto his cold beskar paldron.

"Yes. Good." Din nodded, enjoying the look of anger that passed over that bastard's face. "Sit closer."

"I-I am." You blushed, moving until your legs were pressed against him. He wasn't super comfortable with all the metal.

"On my lap, ad'ika." Din patted his thigh. He was being bold but something about your instant trust in him made him want to hold you closer. Feel your soft body on his. You go bright red as you stand and then perch on his knee. His gloved hand covered your lower back.

"Look at him." Din instructed, smirking behind his helmet.

"Oh he's so mad." You giggled. "This is fun, mando."

"It is, ad'ika." Din couldn't' help but agree.

"Wh-what does adeeka mean?" Your tongue got caught on the syllables.

"It means 'little one'."

"I'm-i'm not a child." You frowned, ducking your head. A weak objection as you were sitting in his lap right now.

"It's not just for children." Din placed another arm around your legs, pulling them more securely onto his lap. He regretted that he was in full armor because he could not feel you but that was also probably a good thing or else he'd be hard. You smelled divine.

"Mando he's still staring." You whispered against his cowl which was surprisingly soft.

"Shall we make him even more uncomfortable?"

"Mhm." You nodded, kissing Mando on his cool beskar helmet, where his cheek would be. "How's that?"

"You can do better than that." Din encouraged, enjoying the little game.

"Oh yeah!" You grinned, feeling your competitive spirit rising. "How about this?" You lowered your head, leaning against his neck, kissing him through the cowl. You could feel his warm neck and strong pulse against your lilps. He swallowed hard, his hand tightening over your thigh.

"We should walk out now. Really make him jealous." Din suggested, mostly to stop you from giving him a full on erection.

"Oh yeah." You hopped off his lap, taking his large leather clad hand in yours. "Come on."

Once outside in the warm sun you laughed at your antics. You had never had so much fun. You used to fear your ex. He was mean and cruel. You felt safe now that you had Mando. You tried not to worry what would happen when Mando was gone. Din watched you hungrily, beaming up at him, your face lit up in the daylight. He subtly turned off his tracking view in his visor so he could just see you without any distractions on his screen.

"Thank you Mando."

"You're welcome." He let go of your hand making your face fall. "What's wrong?"

"I want to keep playing."

"What do you propose?" Din felt his cock twitch behind his flight suit.

"I think he would be really jealous if I had marks on my neck." You suggested boldly. Din shook his head in disbelief.

"You are not a prude, you know that? I'm sorry he said that to you."

"I was only a prude with him. He was ugly." You grimaced but recovered. "You're beautiful, Mando, and I want- I want you. Not just to make him jealous but I want you."

"Oh Ad'ika..." Din chuckled. "We can do both."

This led to Din taking you in the alleyway behind the cantina. First he knelt down between your legs and fingered you until you were dripping into his hand. He wanted to watch your little cunt squeeze and flutter. Your little mewls grew louder and louder until you came with a cry. Din loved how innocent you were. You didn't even know how to be quiet. You didn't hide your pleasure. He hoped your shitty ex was listening. Hearing your sounds that he never got to draw from you.

Next he stood lifting you up with ease onto his hips. You were already delirious from your first orgasm you shot up to the stars when he entered you. You tightened your legs around his waist, holding onto his broad shoulders. All thoughts of being seen or herd left your mind. You were overwhelmed, Mando pushing into every corner of your senses along with your pussy.

"Fuck..." Din grunted, feeling your hot walls suck him to the hilt. It had been so long he realized how sensitive he was. And you were so tight. He held your ass up, pulling it to grind into him with every stroke.

"Oh Mando!" Your head fell back against the wall. "This-it's so good."

"Mmm you feel amazing, ad'ika. So fucking perfect." Din watched your face slacken with the pleasure he was giving you, your plush lips teasing him. He wanted to feel them. He wanted to put his lips over every inch of you. Your eyes were drooping, staring right into his visor.

"Stay with me, little one. Look- look at us." He fucked harder, leaning back slightly despite the ache in his lower back, watching the point where your flesh met. Your little swollen clit was sitting right on top of his dick, smashing against his pelvis with every stroke.

"Oh-Maker-I'm gonna cum again." You cried, scrabbling against his shoulders for better leverage. You wanted to fuck him back. Din readjusted his grip allowing one hand to be free to circle your clit.

"Who's making you cum?"

"You! You, Mando!" You cried feeling your stomach go incredibly tight then spasming with your orgasm.

"You think anyone else could make you feel this?" Din sped up also nearing his own climax. His voice was rough and torn up, cracking and stressing the voicecoder.

"No-no one else!" You answered eagerly, wanting to please him. "I don't want anyone else."

"Good girl. Fuck- you want to be mine?" He felt his cock twitching. He was seconds away from cumming inside of you. This was the last chance to pull out.

"I want to-be yours- please." You nodded vigorously, looking up at him so he could see you meant it. You dug your heels into his lower back. His grunts became short and quick with each thrust then he came abruptly, crashing his forehead against yours. You gasped feeling the spot where you were joined grow incredibly wet.

"Stars..." Din hissed feeling his pleasure prickle down his spine into his cock. "You mean it, ad'ika?"

"Yes. Show me the stars, Mando."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[yandere-sins]

One More

Genshin makes my imagination vibrate pleasantly. I just want to give Kaeya a reason to make me go “Oh?” cause he’s not even my one of my favs. But the sheer sex appeal coming from that man is dangerous.

Characters: Kaeya Alberich (Genshin Impact) x Reader Warnings: Yandere, Groping, Innuendos, Alcohol, Aphrodisiacs, Insults

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“Hey there, Sweetheart. What’s bringing you to the tavern so late at night?”

You had barely entered Angel’s Share and sat down at the bar before hearing the ever-so chipper voice of the cavalry captain drawing closer. There was nothing strange about meeting Kaeya here after a long day of work, but you and Charles exchanged a glance, the bartender sighing deeply. “I’ve only served him two drinks so far,” he explained, and you couldn’t help but think that was already one too many. 

But who were you to say no to the Kaeya?

Perhaps better than anyone, Kaeya knew about the little game you two were playing. The always so icy shoulder you gave him as he continued to pressure you with his flirts was only making him want you so much more. You couldn’t count the number of times he had stopped you in the headquarters, pinned you between him and the wall - in broad daylight nonetheless - asking how you’re doing and if you need help with anything. You. Were. Sick of it! If he wanted a child to play father for, he could ask Klee to hang out with him! You, on the other hand, were a remarkable knight, trusted enough with complicated orders that - luckily! - kept you out of the city for a prolonged time so you could avoid him. 

It only was hard when you weren’t on duty. Or in the city. Or close to him. 

That’s when he became frisky, rather needy too.

Kaeya brushed his face from the left side of your head to the right, taking a deep breath. If it wasn’t known that you two reached back all the way to your training days, anyone would have raised an eyebrow. But most of the other guards were able to brush off his weirdness for affectionate friendship. It was almost like only you could see behind the farce, and perhaps his estranged brother. Not like Diluc had been any help to you, though, aside from breaking Kaeya off you once or twice when he was around and noticing your discomfort.

Taking up the stool beside you, there was no prior question if the seat was taken. A rather empty keg arrived with Kaeya at the bar, and he briefly tapped the rim until Charles fished for another bottle of alcohol to fill it up with. One could say Kaeya and a drink were a good mix, but to you, they were a terrible combination. Drinking made him bold. Unrestrained even. 

Even though he offered his keg to you, you merely looked away, sipping at your own glass, one you much rather preferred to the brew he drank his night away with. Grinning, he instead took a hearty sip, leaning against the counter leisurely as he watched the bards perform near the entrance, but you didn’t miss even a single glance he sent your way every few seconds. 

It was very unfortunate that you liked Angel’s Share for its drinks best; otherwise, you’d have had a good reason to avoid the establishment. But at the same time, you couldn’t let Kaeya direct all of your life. It was no state that you shouldn’t do what you enjoyed just because he could be there, and yet, you considered it. 

“So, how was your mission? I’ve been missing your skills at training.”

“It was fine,” you answered curtly, uninterested in the conversation he initiated. There weren’t many people you talked to when you came back to Mondstadt. Somehow… it had always been hard for you to make friends with the other knights. Part of you suspected Kaeya being a reason why no one seemed to want to hang around, forcing you to spend most of your training with him since no one was willing to spar with you. Then again, you never had any evidence to confirm your suspicion, just like with many other phenomena you experienced over the years.

More than once had there been instances where your orders had been withdrawn just when you came close to solving the problems, often with the excuses that you were still too inexperienced or needed somewhere else. It had been so hard to raise in the ranks while Kaeya seemed to make leaps forward without a worry, but at least, you managed to secure your place now--one far away from the cavalry captain.

Sighing, Kaeya turned around to face the counter again, plopping his arm around your shoulders. Uncomfortably, you rolled your joints, but he instead pulled you closer to him, the smell of alcohol drafting off his lips as he spoke. “No need to play coy. You know you can tell me the truth. Didn’t you miss being home? I’m sure cleaning up those camps must have been exhausting!”

Missed being with me? seemed to be the words he wanted to say, but he packaged them in a way he knew they’d actually affect you. Kaeya had always been clever enough to poke the places that hurt. Of course, you missed home. You’d miss it more if not for him, but you had your family here, your siblings and parents that you’d like to see more often. But there was no chance with how much Kaeya liked to interfere in it. As if he was already part of your family, inviting himself and always showing up unannounced to hang out.

“‘Twas okay,” you replied after a moment of thought. 

“Well, I missed you,” he chuckled before taking another sip of his keg. “I missed you sooo much!”

That was enough for you, brushing his arm off roughly before turning on your stool to leave. You knew even finding another space to sit wouldn’t spare you from him, and if you ended up in a less crowded area, you didn’t want to imagine what he’d do. “Aw, come on,” you heard behind you as he gripped your arm, making you stop. “I get it, I get it, you’re tired. But you can’t be tired enough not to drink one more with your old pal, right?”

With his voice rising in volume, you two finally gained some attention, and you instantly felt a rush of embarrassment as you stared into quite a few pairs of perplex eyes. Kaeya might have been eccentric, but he was well-liked nonetheless. Causing a scene had never worked well for you, and since you were already deemed an outsider, you’d only catapult yourself more into the shadows if any rumors spread after you left. 

Clicking your tongue, you tore yourself out of his grip before sitting back on your chair again, holding up your finger. “One more. Only one more.”

“Of course,” Kaeya grinned, getting his will once again. “Only one.”

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Hot lips brushing against each other, you had no better way to describe your state of being other than burning. For someone so cool and with an icy skill, Kaeya was not even close to being cold and reserved when it came to touching you. With a smile displayed on his mouth whenever he wasn’t using it to tease you, you could barely remember how you two ended up making out in one of the backstreets of Mondstadt. His hands were seemingly everywhere, and at the same time, lingered at the spots that created an audible cue from you when he squeezed them. 

“You’re so sensitive,” he noted as you hung in his arms, hands currently squeezing your ass from your thighs upwards. “That’s good, I like that.”

“Fucker,” you merely cursed back. “You only said one more drink! I feel like shit! What the hell was that?”

“On the contrary, you feel amazing,” he ignored your questions, pushing his leg between yours as he pressed you closer to the cold stone wall behind you. A welcome sensation, giving you back some of your senses as the chill helped to calm your heated body. “I fucking hate you, Kaeya,” you confessed drunkenly, but the time was as good as any to say it.

“Ouch,” he brushed it off with a chuckle. “Are you sure? Your body grinding against mine is giving me very different vibes, Darling.”

Next thing, he was back in your mouth, his tongue roaming and keeping yours busy as you slung your arms around him. “You’re so stupid and mean, always testing everyone. You’re probably the reason everyone is avoiding me too, and you don’t let off no matter how much I tell you to leave me alone!”

“Mhm,” he hummed as his lips wandered down your neck, making you stretch it out for him so he could reach better. “And now... I don’t even know! You drugged me?!” 

A soft laugh escaped him before you felt a suck at your collarbone, followed by the wet sensation of a tongue tasting your skin. “Bingo, Baby. Lisa really wanted to know what would happen if someone drank this potion and you were all too eager to get it down your throat-”

“To get away from you!” you interrupted him.

“Whatever.”

Finally, Kaeya came up on eye level again, the two of you staring at each other for a moment in silence. 

“Whatever?” you questioned, confused by his reaction. 

“Yeah, whatever. I think kissing you made me swallow at least, hm... half of it too. Even if we wanted to, we wouldn’t be able to stop now, don’t you think?” 

One of the most disgusting grins you had ever seen on the face of a person played around his lips as he pressed up to you, uniting you two in another kiss. Of course, you could stop it! You could, and you would right now. After all, you had allowed it to go on for far too long now! Pressing your hands into his shoulders, Kaeya let out a soft sigh against your lips, his uncovered eye closed as he enjoyed the affection. “One more,” he mumbled as he kissed you again and again, feverishly and impatiently. “I’ve been waiting forever to do this.”

With the excitement of a teenage boy, his hands roamed your body, pulling out the shirt from your trousers to lodge themselves beneath it. Skillful fingertips drew patterns over your skin, up your spine, and down your sides until you were gasping and shivering in his grasp. “Good,” he sighed against your lips, unbothered by you still trying to push him away, only ever flinching as he groped you. “Don’t you already know it? How much you drive me crazy? It’s only fair I drive you crazy too.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about--” you tried to contradict him. But Kaeya was quick to muffle your voice with another deep kiss. Intentionally or not, he met one of your sensitive spots as he explored you, causing a hitched moan to escape you, followed by a satisfied grunt from him. “I’ve been waiting for so long, I can’t have you take it from me now,” he breathed out huskily. 

“I’ll scream!” you threatened him. “Let me go now, Kaeya!”

“Ah-ah,” he rebuked you, one of his hands being freed of groping-duty to cover your mouth. “No one’s going to take you away from me now either. Come one, be good, okay?”

Waiting for the right moment, Kaeya couldn’t endure your angry stare for very long before falling into soft laughter. “All right, all right,” he chuckled before leaning forward brushing his lips against his hand. “One more kiss, okay? I will leave you alone after that.”

Furrowing your brows even more, he interpreted you shaking your head as a ‘no’, letting out a long, “Aww…” 

“Only one more, pretty please?” 

You had to give it to him: persistency was something he didn’t lack. It felt like shooting into your own foot, but part of you just wanted it to be over. You two had kissed so much up till now; how much worse would one more be? And if he let you go afterwards, you could definitely endure it. Lifting up your hand to yank his from your mouth, Kaeya didn’t expect you to take the initiative, looking at you perplexed as you leaned forward to kiss him. No one ever taught you how to kiss, and without his directions, you weren’t actually sure on how any of it worked, but he didn’t seem to mind, humming a pleased tune before returning your awkward smooches.

When was a kiss one kiss? When the lips parted? After the first initial touch? Kaeya’s definition was two minutes of continuous connection between you two, only briefly drawing back for air but never without upholding the contact by biting and pulling on your lip or having your tongue following his out of your mouth into the cold night. He gripped your head tightly in his palms, not allowing you to get away. Only when he let go did you fall back hard against the wall as you two finally broke apart, and you hadn’t noticed how much he had held you up. 

The rich flavor of alcohol on your tongue and his scent in your nose didn’t help with getting a clear mind, but nothing about you made sense anymore. Now that he had let you fall back and away from him, you felt even hotter than before, your body clearly bothered by the lack of stimulation. What part of ‘I wanted none of this’ did you not understand yourself? At least by the throbbing in your abdomen, you could tell that whatever kind of potion he had given to you definitely wasn’t a fun experience, but all the more potent. 

“Hurts, huh?” he laughed across from you. “Oh, fuck off,” you mustered to say, but the pain was obvious by your expression. You were barely able to keep yourself up properly.

“I’d offer my help, but you made it clear you didn’t want it.” The situation must have been really funny to him, only agitating you more. If it at least hadn’t been Kaeya, you might have accepted help, but you knew you’d have to get yourself home now all by yourself in a state of constant heat with no way to resolve it. 

“You caused all of this! You should at least take responsibility without taking advantage of the situation!”

Pushing yourself away from the wall, you decided it was time to step away. There was no use in talking with Kaeya, but the moment your support dwindled, you noticed how wobbly your legs felt, barely capable of holding you up. What had you trained all these years for if a mere potion could make you so incredibly weak? Before you could get back to the wall, one knee gave away, making you sink to the ground where you could barely catch yourself with your hands. 

“It’s really working you hard, isn’t it?” you heard him speak down from above. Squatting to your level, you felt his hand slide through your hair before gripping and lifting your head to face him. “Tell you what: If you ask nicely, I’ll help you. Can’t promise you’ll wake up in your bed tomorrow morning, but a bed nonetheless, wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Fuck you,” you hissed back, and he shook his head, disappointed. 

“Try again.”

What choices did you have? Risk the little bit of reputation you still had by being found in the morning, disheveled and drunk from the night before? The knights absolutely hated anything that would ruin their pristine prestige, so much even you knew. You had worked so hard to get where you were, could you really risk all of it? “... please,” escaped you before you could think it through further. 

“What was that?” he teased you, and you wondered why he could still be so clear even after drinking much more than you did and having had a taste of the potion from your lips. “Please help me get home.”

This time, he laughed out loud, obviously amused by how pitiful you had to behave to please him. “One more time. Say it one more time, and say it nice.”

Frustrated, you wished you could have punched him in the face, but you only bit your lip, taking a deep breath before complying. “Please, Kaeya. I need your help to get home. Please help me home!”

Embarrassment was all you could think about as he conditioned you to do as he wanted, but finally, after you did what Kaeya demanded, he petted your head, leaning forward to kiss your forehead before reaching under your arms to pull you up. “Look at you, all cute and begging me for help.”

Quickly being lifted from the ground, you found your new halt by gripping into his shoulders tightly and wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you in front of him. “You’re so adorable!” he chuckled as you clung to him much more in fear of him letting you fall than because you wanted it. He seemed to have similar thoughts, giving you a bit of a scare as he let go of you, having you hang from him by only your own strength, which you didn’t trust anymore. But just as quickly, your horrified expression made him laugh, and he gave your rear a teasing slap. Lucky for you, Kaeya didn’t make you fear any longer, embracing you back and allowing you to sink against him more as he started to make his way through the streets of Mondstadt. From an onlooker’s point of view, it might have seemed like you jumped him out of joy, but really, you clung on as if your life depended on it while Kaeya seemingly enjoyed the hug.

“Just get me home, you Asshole,” you grumbled, but your insults didn’t do any damage to his good mood. “Sure, I’ll get you home,” he replied chipper, but you already had bad thoughts as you heard that.

“At least, the place I call ‘home’,” he confirmed your suspicion, and inwardly, you already admitted defeat even as you punched your fist into his shoulder. 

“You know how it is,” he brushed it off lightly, patting your backside while he climbed the stairs towards the headquarters with seemingly no effort. 

“I can never refuse you or leave you be. I adore you way too much.”

[austajunk]

Alright so… we already had sfw komanami headcanons, what about your nsfw ones? >:)

-Kmnm anon :>

Oooh! Btw KomaNami anon, you’re one of the few anons that I have a 75 percent certainty of that I know who you are.

But let’s get into the spicy stuff for KomaNami <3

- Nagito is big on oral love. For some reason, he just has a gift for it and loves to go down on Chiaki. Kissing her thighs, murmuring praise to her and declaring how lucky and blessed he is to be between her legs, then teasing her coyly… his tongue is such a dangerous thing in bed.

- Chiaki really loves to tease Nagito’s nipples. Nothing makes her happier than possibly restraining him and then pinching his nipples, rolling her thumb around them gently until he whimpers. He’ll sniffle and say that he’s sensitive there. That it’s a cheap shot. But it’s an easy game won when she kisses and sucks on those sensitive little nubs. And yes, it is payback for all the times he wakes her up by eating her out.

- Chiaki falls asleep during sex sometimes. It’s just a thing she does. But that’s okay. Nagito likes to admire her and wax poetic to himself about how peaceful she looks. Sometimes he’ll roll her up into a blanket like a sushi roll. Other times, a devilish streak will overtake him and he desires to push Chiaki by filling her with more Hope. A cream pie does so nicely.

- They’ve fucked a lot in their respective hoodies. Nagito just really finds her cute in her cat hoodie and has to pounce her.

- Chiaki hates bondage as she does the tying up in this relationship. But sometimes she just gets engrossed in a game and forgets to set Nagito free. And right after she’s sucked him off to full mast and left him aching for hours. But he’ll endure it for Hope.

- Chiaki will get so stuck in her video games that Nagito will try to surprise her by fondling her or rubbing his cock along her soft cheek, but she pouts and pretends not to notice him. He has to work so damn hard for that attention!

- They totally play dirty, degenerate, hot eroges and VNs together. Nagito strangely likes showing her some with dark romance and humiliation themes. Chiaki prefers more slice of life and exhibitionist/strange kink ones.

- Nagito gets pegged. You know he does.

- Chiaki’s favorite position is cowgirl because she loves a hot ride and when Nagito sinks his nails into her ass. <3

As usual, I’ll think of more as they come to me. You all see me post my random spicy thoughts anyways. <3

[lord-explosion-baku]

Tempting Tempest (Shark!Bakugou)

Shark!Bakugou x mer!reader

warnings: yellow sour fruit, dubcon, blood, violence, strange as fuck words I’d only use while writing monster smut idfk, silly ending

A/N: I know I said I wasn’t gonna force this one out, but sometimes you gotta. This was kinda fun to write, but idk how sexy it is to be QUITE honest. The next time I write mermaid p*rn outside of tempting tempest, it’s definitely gotta be with at least one human, ama. also the ending is a little wacky, pero it made me smile so like maybe it’ll make you smile too. ha...? okiee here’s the thing...vhjdsvhjd

Violent fury compelled you to tighten your hold on your weapon. Like a spear, you flew through the water, firing towards the shark. Too bad for you, he had fast reflexes and as soon as you were close enough, he whipped his tail around and slapped you in the face.

Colliding with the sand bed and a large kelp-covered rock, you struggled to right yourself, when the merman gripped onto your waist. He pulled himself up so his head was leveled with yours. He bared his teeth at you and snapped at your neck. You hissed and swiped your knife at him, missing his chest and cutting into his side. He growled when blue blood spilled out into the water, swirling around the two of you as you wrestled for dominance.

The merman slammed your wrist into the edge of the rock next to you, forcing you to relinquish your dagger. Sharp fingers curled around your neck, quickly stopping your waterways. You dug your nails into his toned arms so fiercely that even more blood flooded around you. Despite the obvious pain you inflicted on him, the merman gave you a sharp, threatening sneer.

“Looks like you do have more fight in you after all.” He teased, tightening his hold. He licked his lips and brought his free hand to your mouth. “Should say I’m grateful that you’re not gonna make this boring.”

Figuring that it was no use clawing at your opponent, you threw your hands down on the sand bed, searching for your lost weapon. Thinking that you were going to throw sand in his face again, the shark let go of your neck and grabbed your wrist, quickly pinning it to your side.

“Not gonna let that happen again, little guppy,” he grumbled. The hand at your mouth squeezed your cheeks together as his hungry, crimson glower bore down on you. “You’re gonna have to learn some new tricks fast.”

You bit down on his narrowed webspace between his pointer finger and thumb, making him jolt back. That offered you enough slack to quickly wiggle out from underneath him, but not enough time to swim away.

Rounding you, the shark took hold of the flimsy part of your tail, sending an excited shock up to your neck. You whined and flipped your tail at him, attempting to hit his face, but he only laughed as he dodged the attack.

“That was cute.” He mocked as he approached you again, ushering you against the giant rock. “That little cry, I mean...think you can do it again for me? Huh, guppy?”

You hissed at him, the fins on the side of your head flaring in an attempt to make you look more threatening. He pushed you back against the wall, your skin grating against the rugged edge of the flat. You winced while he growled, deep and low, baring his sharp, ivory teeth. You couldn’t help but flinch, your fins falling back with a huff. At this, he chuckled, closing the gap between the two of you, his shark’s tail triumphantly swishing from left to right.

“Not so tough now, are yah?” Your body trembled as he grazed his lips against your neck, slowly bringing them up to your ear. “All bark and no bite.”

The purring came back—that deep, mesmerizing rumble from his chest. You hated how easily it got to you—how it made your muscles relax and your mind fuzzy. You scowled at his chest, too afraid that if you looked him in those beautiful, ruby eyes, you’d be lost to him again

The shark put both of his arms against the rock, caging you in with him as your prison bars. “Whatsamatter?” He asked. “You some kinda mute or are you just being a bitch?”

“Oh, bite me!”

“Is that a command or a request?” He gave you his insolent shark-grin as he leaned closer. “‘Cause I will,” he said in a teasing tone, but you knew it was a promise. The heat of his tongue reached the sensitive part of your ear, licking it for just as long as it took for goosebumps to erupt across your arms. He purred, “even if you don’t ask nicely.”

“I’m not asking you for anything except for you to leave me alone!” You barked out, albeit weakly. His chest rumbles were echoing inside your head, lulling you into a trancelike state you didn’t want to fall into.

“Since when?” He inquired impudently. His hands fell down near your hips.

You gestured pointedly behind him, indicating the updraft of sand and blood whirling in the space the two of you previously occupied. He glanced back only for a moment, not willing to take his eyes off of you for a second too long. He smirked, finally closing his hands on the part of your body where your torso met your fluke. They were rough, calloused from experience—hunter’s hands. You fought off impending thoughts of having those hands graze every inch of your body.

“Thought that was just foreplay.” His whisper was husky with provocation as his thumbs circled your hip bones. He took the hand you were using to point at the aftermath of your fight with into his. “It’d be no fun without any chase.” He lightly bit down on the carpal side of your palm, his dangerous eyes daring you to react. You merely shuddered against him, an act he seemed to enjoy.

“Foreplay?!” You squawked, bemused. You tore your hand away from his lips and quickly dug your fingers into his side, right below the place you’d cut him. It was healing fast, but some sapphire oozed out, nonetheless. “I cut you!”

He laughed, making his abdomen tighten underneath your touch. You inhaled sharply, and pressed your palm into him, enjoying the feel of his tight stomach. Gods damn you, he was hot.

“What’s one more scar?” He took your hand and moved it up his chest, satisfied to know you liked the feel of him. His skin riveted underneath your fingertips as he drew you over his various markings from previous fights. “I’m sure there’ll be plenty more where that came from—at least, if you’re the kinda mate I think you’ll be.”

“I don’t even know you,” you said, though that was a weak riposte. It wasn’t like you were around long enough for any merman to bring you pearl bracelets and hidden treasures just to have you fall into their embrace. Though, if you had, you wouldn’t be dealing with a shark right now.

“Katsuki,” he said smugly. “Figure you should know the name you’re gonna be moaning for the rest of your life.”

“As if.”

“And you are?” Katsuki completely ignored your retort. “Honestly didn’t think that ‘Guppy’ was all that fitting for a cute, little mermaid like you, but if that’s what you prefer-“

You scowled, ignoring the way your heart stuttered when he called you cute. His lips tilted sideways.

“Nah, you’re too high and mighty for guppy, aren’t you?” He continued, wedging himself closer to you. You felt cool gusts of water blowing against your shoulder and down your back as he drew nearer, his low purring reverberating down your tail. His lips were against your neck as he suggested, “right, princess?” You shuddered against him again as he kissed the sensitive spot on the skin below your gills. “Oh you like that, huh-“ his voice dropped an octave-“princess.”

Despite yourself, you groaned, turning your head so he could angle himself better, suckling on your tender flesh. You slanted your hips into him, hands moving up his strong, muscular back, to his neck, weaving through the surprisingly soft, ash-blonde hair. You tugged, and his growls mixed in with the rumbling only grew louder as he continued to kiss you.

Something thick and heavy pressed against your belly and through foggy eyes, you saw two massive erections, each with jelly-like fluid seeping out from the tips. Your mouth fell open on a moan as you imagined either of the two—if not both—entering you, all previous resignation sinking into the sand beneath you.

Your free hand trickled down his abdomen, loving the way he twitched at your soft caresses. You touched the tip of one of his dicks, and he grunted, a bit of white spurting into your palm. Enjoying his reaction, you rubbed your hand up and down his shaft, squeezing his base as he wrapped an arm around your back.

“Fuck.” He rasped, rutting into your hand. “Touch my cock like that and I’m not gonna be able to control myself.”

“You’re controlling yourself?” You mocked uneasily, tail slapping against the rock.

His nostrils flared. “More than you know.” The hand behind you moved down to your backside. He drew circular motions in the thickest part of your tail behind you, squeezing your flesh, making your fluke shake with anticipation.

“Tell me to fuckin’ stop,” he murmured noncommittally, pressing his cocks harder against your tail. With both hands now on your tail, he moved one over to the puffed out slit below the middle of your hips. He dipped a finger into you, testing out the undoubtedly viscous truth of your velvety walls. He moaned, loving the feel of you, loving the way you whimpered as he touched you. You watched as his pupils grew large, dark, and predatory, as he added a second finger to curl in and out of you. “Tell me you don’t want me to wreck your sweet little pussy right fuckin’ now, or I’m not gonna stop. Once I’m inside you, baby, there’ll be no turnin’ back—even if you beg me.” Something low and animalistic echoed out of his throat at the thought. “Though hearing you fuckin’ beg doesn’t sound half bad right now.”

“Katsuki-!” You started to mewl, but were cut off by his lips descended onto yours. It was a desperate kiss with strong, erratic tongue. He tasted you like you were meant for him—frantic, like he couldn’t get enough of you. Not knowing much about what to do with yourself, you squirmed against him, but he hardly seemed to care. If anything, your resistance only spurred him on.

Grasping onto your wrists, he pinned them against the rock behind you, using one hand to lock them into place. His now unoccupied hand cupped your face as he deepened the kiss. He traced his touch down to your neck, your collarbone, and found ménage at your breasts. He tweaked your pert nipples until they were hard and dark from arousal.

You felt him smirk against you when you finally touched your tongue to kiss—the first of the many triumphs he was going to hold over you. He swallowed your downing moans with fervor, biting down on your lower lip when you attempted to resist again. You cooed.

“Goddamn, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, you know that?” Katsuki’s hands slid down your torso, lingering around your navel when you let out a little squeak. He chuckled. “So ready to be mated, too. You liked being chased around, didn’t you?”

“I-“ you breathed, your heart racing with both excitement and dread-“I don’t know!”

“So coy all of a sudden.” He snickered, grasping onto one of his clasper-pricks. He gave it a couple pumps, letting tendrils of the thick, white seed flutter around in the water. He pushed his member against your slit, letting your own slick membrane cover his thick cockhead, readying him to take you. “That’s okay,” he muttered, “looks like your cunt already knows for you.” He exhaled. “Say my name again—like you did the first time.”

“Kat...suki…?”

“Good girl,” he purred, pressing his cockhead into you, biting back a groan as he did so. Gods, it was unbearably huge. You shot him a panicked look, but that only made him all the more hungry.

“Wait-!” You wiggled, unprepared for the stretching you felt as he pushed into your tight hole. You cried out as he thickened, even while constricted by your walls, not even at his hilt yet. “Wait, please, I can’t—!”

“What’d I tell you, princess?” His voice grated against your soft cheeks, warmed from fluster. “Said there’d be no turnin’ back, didn’t I?” Even still, he pulled back, easing into you slower the second time, pressing in, inch by withering inch.

“God damn, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, hon,” he grumbled thickly, mesmerized. He pulled back once more, and when he pushed in again, he grooved his hips up, pushing even more of his girth deeper inside of you.

“Fuck!” You cried out, attempting to twist away from him. “It’s too much!! I can’t take it!”

“Relax,” he crooned gruffly, petting the erect bud above your slit. His touch sent waves of unfamiliar pleasure rippling through your body despite the terrible corruption battling inside you. You tightened around him and he groaned.

“My gods, baby. The hell are you doin’ to my cock?” Katsuki nestled into your neck, licking at your gills. “Such a good girl—so fuckin’ tight for me, huh? You’re gonna take me so well, I know it.”

Your body wavered—almost complying. Katsuki began rolling into you at a charitable pace, caressing your body, thumb encircling your clit, stimulating you just enough to keep your mind away from the pain. However, when he lessened his hold on your wrists, one of your hands broke free. You pushed against him, writhing and feral.

That was when he bit you.

Scorching affliction shot through your shoulders, down your spine. Your tail spasmed against his, your soft scales scraping against his fine exterior. You wailed and dug your nails into the thick muscles of his back, but that did nothing to tear Katsuki away from you. His grip on you was vice, impervious to any sort of protest. In fact, the more you tried to get away, the closer he pulled you, rutting into you faster, your bodies spinning through the ocean as he locked you into matehood.

Just as you thought you couldn’t take any more of the tremendous cutting feeling his shark’s teeth had your neck, the burn mitigated. He wasn’t holding back—if anything he was digging deeper into you—but as his mark melded into your skin, your body relaxed and you began to enjoy the pain. The feeling was purely hypnotic.

Katsuki began to push more of himself inside of you, and you easily accepted him. Your tail twisted around his as his hips slapped against yours. You arched your back, feeling your walls fluttering around, and you sighed his name on a moan. His arms curled around your waist, squeezing your sides, loving the feeling of your bodies, hot and needy, pressed together.  

“Mmmmfuck.” Katsuki pulled away just in time to see your crimson sanguine swaying out and away from his toothy grin. His pupils were so dark and wide that you could hardly see any of the red left in his iris. He was loving this.

“That’s it, baby.” He praised you, licking your cheek. He reached around his back to move your arms so they were around your neck. He groaned when he buried his girth to his hilt, making sure that you and him were as close possibly. “You’re all mine now, aren't cha? Mine-“He speared himself into you with each clipped word. “All. Fuckin’. Mine.”

“Fuck...yes, Katsuki,” you moaned, feeling a tight, aching coil inside of you as his large palms roved over your body. He squeezed your curves, kissed your chest, all the while sweltering inside of you.

“I knew I fuckin’ wanted you the moment I saw you hidin’ away from all those loser fishdicks bringing those mersluts trash just to get some tail,” he panted. “Thought you were sneaky, huh? Thought you wouldn’t be noticed?”

Katsuki pulled your hair, forcing you to face him head on. “Nah, couldn’t let a cutie like you slip away. Couldn’t let any other bottom feeder try to take you, neither. Fuck, you’re gonna be my perfect mate.”

Your inner walls quaked as he ran circles around your clit. “W-what is…?” You began to ask on a hard thrust that hit you perfectly. Your coil bursted and you convulsed around him, squealing as he rutted into you harder and faster. You clenched, again and again, as you pooled over and out with each of his world-ending thrusts, ecstasy completely enveloping your entire being.

“Oh, that feels fuckin’ great, princess,” he growled into your hair. “Good girl, cummin’ for me so soon like that. Fuck,” he rasped, “bite my neck before I fill you up, baby.” He leaned back a drew a finger ong his gills, indicating exactly where he wanted you. “Be my girl.”

You leaned up to drive your tongue up his neck. He shuddered at the contact, still fucking you relentlessly, dragging against your thickened walls. You bit down, hard enough to draw blood, to leave your mark, while you wove your fingers through his soft locks.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Is that what you want, princess? You wanna feel all of me?”

“Yes, gods yes!” You cried, bucking into him, needing more.

“Say my fuckin’ name, angelface. I wanna hear that sweet voice of yours.” He grunted, biting harshly into your shoulder, tail swishing, hips stuttering.

“Katsuki, please, give me your cum. I wanna feel you baby. Please! Please!

Katsuki came with a roar, lining your walls with his thick, hot cream. He buried his cock inside of you, emptying himself completely, still managing a few more languid thrusts as he planted sloppy kisses to your lips. He groaned into your mouth, loving the taste of your more than compliant tongue.

“Gods, that was-,” he exhaled, lifting himself off of you. He took your hand and guided you up with him, pushing your head into his chest. “-that was god damn hot. You’re gonna be a lot of fun, huh?”

You watched as he shook his two dicks, mesmerized by the residual pink and white swirl of the both of yours’ wash, before his members folded back into his pouch. You parted your lips on a question that didn’t come.

Katsuki snickered. “What?”

“Were they both-“ you festered down below his stomach-“inside of me?”

“Tch!  If I had both of my cocks buried in you, I promise you’d know it.” He rolled his eyes before kissing your forehead, suddenly all too familiar with you. “Why? That wasn’t enough for you? I can go again if you aren’t already full to the brim.”

“Oh no!” You glanced down, unsure. “I mean...I don’t know, I was just curious…”

Katsuki chuckled, tilting your chin up to bring you into a kiss. “You wouldn’t be able to handle it, princess.”

“You don’t know that,” you barked back, suddenly all too familiar with him. “I can handle fucking anything you throw at me!”

“Filthyy language, baby. You kiss octopi with that mouth?”

“Are you kidding me?!” You choked. “Hypocrite!”

“Man, you really are gonna be a lot of fun, aren’tcha? So easy to tease.”

“I was just curious!” You threw your hands up into the water and spun around, casting out a sardonic, “you’re incredible.”

Katsuki wrapped his arms around your torso, bringing you back against his chest. “I know.” He kissed the back of your sore neck. “If you really think you can handle it, I sure as hell don’t mind findin’ out.” He brought both of his hands down to your stomach. “After we get you something to eat. You weren’t gonna catch that marlin all by yourself, anyway.”

“I was before you interrupted me,” you bit out, leaning into his touch.

“You think so?” You felt him grin against your skin. “Alright then, let’s find you a marlin and make a deal: if you can take it down all by yourself, I’ll fuck you so good, you won’t be able to swim straight—with both of my cocks.”

“The hell kinda deal is that-?!”

“And if you need my help-“ he continued-“you’re gonna hafta suck them both off.”

You snorted. “In which of these scenarios do I profit?”

“The one where you get a nice meal, a hot mate, and a nice kelp bed to lay in.” He shrugged.

“Kelp bed?” You turned your head at him, looking hopeful.

“You have such nice lips, I can’t wait to know how they feel wrapped around my cock.”

“Kelp bed?” You reiterated, shrugging him off, trying to figure out which direction that marlin swam off to. “Which scenario has a kelp bed in it?”

“Both of them, idiot. I’m not gonna let any mate of mine sleepin’ on some fuckin’ coral or whatever the hell you’ve been doin’ while tryna hide. Do we have a deal or not?”

“Dunno-“ you swam out farther, trying to be nonchalant about your new pursuit-“do you have said bed?”

“You’re really not sneaky,” he snarked, already swimming after you.

“Maybe not,” you laughed as soon as your eyes narrowed in on a giant fish, “but I am fast.”

(Try again...?)

No more tag list, sorry.

[clefairymuke]

regrets | chapter twelve

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pairing: levi ackerman x reader

themes: enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut

tw: violence / explicit sexual content

word count: 1660

When the sun poked its head through the window and serenely convinced your eyes to open, you were disappointed and grateful all in the same moment. You stretched a bit, expecting your arm to brush Levi, but only being met with the soft white sheets adorning the bed the two of you had shared. Part of you was a bit upset, and the other was glad you didn't have to face him. What would you even say to him? You placed your hand over the ruffled sheets next to you; it was still warm -- he hadn't been gone long. Your mind had spun together embarrassment, confidence, happiness, dismay, longing and dislike all into one confusing feeling that left you dizzy.

As your vision focused, you saw his clothes still neatly laid over the chair. You sat up rather quickly and peeked over the side of the bed; his boots were still there, too. "Fuck," you whispered, throwing your head back on the pillow and sighing.

Like clockwork, Levi walked in. His hair was messy and unkempt, and his eyes looked tired. His pants hung loosely around his hips from the night of sleeping in them. Between where his pants hung low and his shirt rode up, the bottom of his stomach and the band of his underwear peaked through. "Good morning," he greeted you, the tiniest grin evident on his face for only a second. "How did you sleep?" He walked over to the chair, sauntering in the nonchalant fashion only he could accomplish.

"I slept well," you answered, embarrassed down to the bone. You knew your cheeks shone red, and you wished Levi had left before you woke up. "Sorry about last night. I -- um --" You watched as he pulled his shirt swiftly over his head with one hand and elected to stare at the ceiling instead. "I was having a pretty rough dream." You found yourself glancing over at him again as he buttoned and tucked in the white shirt he wore the day before. He nodded.

"Erwin kept me away much longer than I would've preferred. Don't be sorry, though. I needed to catch up on sleep anyway." He slung his jacket over his shoulders and sat on the edge of your bed, pulling his boots onto his feet. He tied them into bows before standing and facing you. He reached out and placed his hand on your shoulder, sending the same tingles down your arm that overtook most of your body the night before. "I have work to do. I'll be back tonight. Good luck with Hange today." With that, he turned and started toward the door.

"Levi," you called after him, seeing him turn his head to the side in acknowledgement, "you left your shirt." It was laid flat at the foot of the bed, neatly placed as if he put it there on purpose.

"I know."

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When Jean came in that morning, you knew you were in for a ride. You had been questioning what to do in the hour between Levi's departure and Jean's arrival, and eventually decided on telling him the truth. You were pulling your shirt over your head as Jean sat on the bed and faced the wall opposite to you, and you decided now was as good a time as ever.

"So, I have a little bit of news," you began, your voice trailing. You watched the back of his head as he perked up, waiting excitedly to hear whatever you had to tell him.

"Well, go ahead and take the floor. No need for a dramatic introduction," he told you, folding his hands in his lap.

"Levi and I slept together last night," you obliged.

"What the fuck?" he said rather loudly, his head whipping around to face you. Your arms launched to cover your unclothed body as his face turned red, and he turned right back around to face the wall.

"Damn it, Jean, I'm changing!"

"My bad. You just dropped a lot of information on me at once. Maybe we did need a dramatic introduction." You watched him lay his head in one hand and saw the rise and fall of his back as he sighed. "You're going to be the death of me, you know. You had sex with Captain Levi?"

Your cheeks burned red at his assumption. "No! What? I didn't word that clearly enough. We literally slept together. Asleep. In the same bed. Together." You watched the rise and fall again as he breathed out, likely with relief.

"How the hell did you end up curled up in bed with the captain?" His tone sounded slightly less urgent, more exasperated than shocked.

You slid your shirt -- Levi's -- over your head and relived the events of the night before for what must have been the hundredth time. You half hopped, half limped around the bed and sat next to Jean, leaning back on your hands.

"Okay, so he came in and we had tea like always. Then, some guy I didn't recognize came to tell him that Erwin needed him in his office. He told me he'd be back soon, but after a few hours I fell asleep. When he came back, he woke me up because I was having a pretty bad nightmare," you recalled, looking up at the ceiling. Your eyes moved to Jean's as you continued. "He was making sure I was okay, and asked if I need anything. For some reason, I asked him to lay with me."

Jean shook his head. "And he just climbed in bed with you? That's hard to believe."

You shrugged. "It's the truth. He took off his shoes and his jacket and stuff and just hopped in. Cuddled with me and everything. It was pretty strange."

It was, undeniably. No matter how hard you tried to rationalize the events of the night before as the natural progression of your newfound friendship, or just a gesture of comfort during a traumatic time, the fact that it was strange at best was unavoidable. You hugged yourself inconspicuously and absentmindedly, thinking of how it felt to have his arm around your shoulders and your face tucked into the safety of his chest. You remembered how, when he thought you were asleep, his fingers started to trace circles in your hair and on your arms. He'd never admit to that, though. Just as you'd never admit that you laid there, eyes closed and yet still awake, until his breathing became even and his fingers trailed away to fall onto the mattress at your side. When you were sure he was sleeping, you finally allowed your eyes to peer up at his face for a few long moments to admire how peaceful he looked.

"Do you have a thing for him?" Jean asked, voice a bit less exasperated, snapping you out of your trance of memories.

"No!" you defended yourself, before the truthful part of your brain came forward. "Well, I don't know. I hated him a couple of weeks ago. Then he apologized to me, and started coming to my room every night. He's not as abrasive as he was before." You let your arms rest on your knees, hands hanging daintily down. "Maybe I do. But it isn't like it matters. He would never look at me that way."

The two of you continued idly talking about the night before as you walked to meet Hange, Connie joining on the way and ending the conversation abruptly. The day was full of much more walking on your own than the typical one, and it was evident how much better you were getting. You decided that perhaps the end wasn't too far away.

Still, you couldn't take your mind off Levi. You remembered your anger when he caught you stealing food for Sasha, the livid hate dripping from your voice as you yelled at him. You thought of his harsh tone as he berated you for risking your life, and again when he announced that he knew of your time spent with Eren. Then, your mind shifted.

You could hear the sincerity in his voice as clearly as day as he told you that he would have risked his life just the same in your situation. Even in his dislike for you, he found a moment to praise. The validation that moment alone gave you was immense. You imagined his arms cradling you as he carried you back from the bathroom that night, knowing that marked the beginning of everything with him.

Then, you thought of how it was now. The hushed talks over steaming cups of tea as you slowly became friends were now a staple of your day. Sure, he was tough, and hardly agreeable. At times you absolutely loathed him. But beneath that surface, you theorized, there was an entirely different person. You could see it when the corner of his mouth turned up as if he was trying to keep his smile as a secret. Or when he looked at you in concern, his almost invisible display of caring for you. When he touched your hand and asked if you were okay. When he held you so gently after your nightmare that you were sure you were in the arms of a much more sensitive man.

You thought of your excitement for the night to follow, of the feeling of the soft cotton of his grey shirt against your skin -- the fact that no one knew it belonged to him. It was overwhelming, yet predictable. Confusing, while still one of the clearest things you had ever experienced. Comfortable and serene and simple, foreign and anxious and complex.

Somewhere within your mess of a mind, you were sure of how you felt. You were also sure that it would be either a hopeful bound forward, or a troublesome march down the path of regret.

You hoped for the former.

[jekunitrash]

A very short one-shot for Jeje and Mikuni's birthdays

I know I'm late for Mikuni, please just consider the story is taking place on October 1st.

Mikuni wasn't fond of parties. Not anymore, at least. There used to be a time when the manor got pretty lively on this particular day. But now, even though he wasn't there to witness it, he could imagine it was but a plain and normal day at the Alicein mansion. Of course, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy all the attention, the presents, the praises, and everything that came along with celebrating his birthday. It was just... something he could live without. Compared to the other, more considerable losses, this one was irrelevant. Laughable, even. And yet, it was at this very moment, that Mikuni felt the loneliest. It wasn't the celebration in itself he missed, but the people who were there to take part in it. People he loved and couldn't see anymore, people who had loved him in return and couldn't anymore. For quite various reasons, but the conclusion was the same. His deceased mother could never wish him happiness again, and neither would Misono nor his father.

Today could have been a delightful day, but all joy had died that night, as well. Celebrating had become meaningless, worse, it would be painful more than anything. From now on, Mikuni's birthday would be a regular day. That was what he wanted.

So why did his chest hurt so much? He had come to terms with his past decisions, since then. He'd known about the consequences. He preferred it being like this, a hundred times more than what could have been. But it still hurt. Maybe because this date was special, maybe because he only truly realized now all that he'd lost. Perhaps it was because he knew no one could make today the same as before, too. For all of those reasons, Mikuni felt empty like he hadn't felt in a while.

Then, he remembered a conversation he once had with Tsurugi. About being jealous of him. Obviously, the blond had denied it. What could he possibly envy about the raven? His situation was just as bad, if not worse than his. But as of now, it did feel like jealousy. Tsurugi may not have the best life here at C3, but he at least had Touma and a few friends to think about his birthday. Mikuni didn't even have that. It was such a pathetic thought, but it was true nonetheless. Tsurugi had something Mikuni didn't. And he sometimes hated him for it.

Jeje turned around upon hearing someone sneeze, and sighed when he saw it was only Tsurugi.

"Tissues... on the table...you should... dress warmer. Fall... is already here."

"Sure, thanks, Jeje-chan!" The man said, hopping on a chair. "This mission was so boring, I couldn't wait to come back. Where is Kuni?"

Jeje swayed from one foot to another, visibly uneasy.

"He is still... working. He said... he wanted calm and... silence."

Tsurugi downright pouted, a childish mannerism to express his disappointment. "Heeeeh, is he for real? Today is his birthday, though. Where is the fun in filling out paperwork?"

The vampire fumbled with his sleeves. "I don't think... he is... looking forward to his... birthday." He muttered, and Tsurugi noticed the hint of guilt in his voice.

"Well, for starters, did you wish him an happy birthday? That could help." He said, a brow raised.

"He... probably... doesn't want to hear it from me..."

The raven leaned forward, his elbows on the table and his chin resting on his hands. He looked irritated somehow and that sure was something new.

"Jeje-chan, that is, how should I put it? Yeah, you're being stupid."

The taller man was about to get irritated as well, but Tsurugi went on.

"Look, what I'm saying is, you can't know how he feels nor what he wants if you don't ask or try. Kuni-chan has no one besides you to remember - well, I happen to know because it's written on his registration - but anyway, of course it would make him happy to hear it. That's only natural. Even if he denies or try to hide it behind a facade, he has a heart. And he's too sensitive for his own liking."

Jeje bit on his lower lip, pondering on what the raven had just said. He knew his eve had been moody since this morning, just as he knew his family's absence, today of all days, was weighing on him. He just felt like it wasn't his part to play.

"Even so..." he began eventually, "I can't replace... his family. It will never... be the same, for him."

Tsurugi was quiet for a moment, as for once, he was thinking of the best way to say things. It was soon obvious what he should tell Jeje.

"Okay, you may be right. It will indeed never be the same. But it doesn't have to be such a bad thing. What I mean is, from now on, what you have to do is to make it as good as you can. And then, little by little, you will both get new habits and find a way of your own to celebrate it. Kuni-chan... he's stubborn, and I'm sure he can be resentful, but he has a sense of what's right and what's not. So it's unlikely that he hates you to begin with. Therefore, being wished a happy birthday, even if you're not best friends, would still make him a little joyful."

Silence followed his statement. Jeje couldn't argue against that, as his analysis of Mikuni was so sharp. He was admittedly impressed, since Tsurugi always acted like an idiot. He hadn't thought he could have such a good understanding of people. After being stared at insistently for a solid thirty seconds, Jeje resigned himself.

"Alright... I will... talk to him."

The raven smiled like a contented child, his arms proudly crossed on his chest.

"Good, good!"

The afternoon was near it's end when Mikuni got it over with, not that it mattered. All he wanted was for this day to finish quickly, so maybe the one after he would forget about it already. It was so frustrating. He knew there was nothing he could do to change anything now, but it was bugging him nonetheless. It was as though a little, pestering voice kept reminding him, 'hey, you're all alone for your birthday. You ruined everything, so this is entirely your fault, tough'. And at this point he was tempted to go to sleep if it meant it would shut up. It would most likely have to wait, if the knock on the door was anything to go by.

He'd be lying again if he said he wasn't a tad bit surprised to see Jeje.

" What? I said I needed calm, didn't I?"

While it was far from an engaging start, his tone wasn't as spiteful as he had meant it to be. He had mostly sounded tired.

"I know... but you've been here all afternoon and... I thought you should... take a break." Jeje mumbled, which made Mikuni look at him quizzically. He had never acted out of his own initiative before. Rather, he had never gone against his eve's indications.

"Oh." Mikuni said, "Well, there is no need anyway. I'm done."

"That's... good."

Well, now it was awkward. Mikuni wasn't too sure, be it because of the fatigue or the unrealistic side of the situation, but was Jeje acting shy?

"Yeah, I guess." He spoke, "If that was all-"

But, unexpectedly enough, Jeje wasn't done, and Mikuni stopped midway after hearing a distant voice.

"Ha..."

The blond eve frowned, Jeje was being so weird and he had no idea why. Plus, he wasn't in the mood and it was beginning to annoy him.

"What?" He asked, and this time the vampire straightened his posture a little more.

"... happy birthday."

Mikuni legit blinked, his mouth slightly open in disbelief. "Huh?" He genuinely thought he had misheard, that he was imagining things. But his servamp surprised him even more by repeating that sentence. Louder, and firmer.

"Happy birthday, Mikuni."

The eve closed his mouth, opened it again, and in the end closed it. His troath felt dry for some reason, and his chest stinged in a manner that was oddly familiar. It was a strange warmth that spread and that he used to identify as joy.

Jeje was standing here, perfectly still, apparently waiting for an answer of sort. The way his mouth formed a line indicated that he wasn't too sure of what to do next, and Mikuni himself would have liked a notice.

At last, the only logical thing he could do was to thank him, and even then, he had trouble to process it. The embarrassed mess who spoke was totally not him, either.

"Oh, yeah. Right. Thank you."

Jeje seemed to relax afterwards, but it was still strangely tense. Mostly because Mikuni had a hard time believing it had happened. The vampire tried to think of a normal thing to do in this situation, or remember something the Alicein used to do on their birthdays. But then he recalled that Tsurugi had adviced to do something new, and decided he should just ask his eve at this point.

"So... Is there something... you want to do? Or eat?"

Truthfully, Mikuni's face was priceless, and perhaps someday he could even laugh about it, but not now. Right now Jeje was relieved, above all things.

"Some good tea would be nice, I suppose." Mikuni said eventually. "Also, a midnight stroll in the park. And why not cake, but I'm not going to eat it by myself, so... "

It was Jeje's turn to be started, and despite not being fond of sweet things, he couldn't turn down the offer.

"I... see. Then... I'll... have some. If that's... okay."

And then, Mikuni smiled for the first time in months.

"That would be alright."

Jeje poured a second cup of Ceylan tea for his eve, while the latter cut the small cake they had just bought. Tsurugi's present had been to negotiate a night out of C3 base without surveillance, and it was admittedly the best. Mikuni had cringed upon having the raven pester him about his birthday, of course, but his soft expression later on had told Jeje that he was thankful. The servamp could feel himself smiling, ever so slightly, as he put the cup on the table, and he was glad for the way it had all played out in the end. Mikuni was indeed loving his birthday, in a way, despite everything, and it was all the vampire could ask for.

It was when they were coming back from their walk, couple hours later, that Mikuni asked him out of the blue.

"By the way, Jeje. When is your birthday?"

Then again, it startled him. For one thing, no one had asked him that in a long, very long time. And for another one, he had stopped caring since he had become an immortal monster and had incidentally forgotten about it.

"I... don't know." He replied simply.

Mikuni hummed, and when the clocks indicated one minute past midnight, arbitrarily declared,

"In that case, your birthday should be today".

[job-the-prosperous]

Job what do you eat down in the basement (aside from hearts, that is)? What is your favorite food?

And your favorite soup?

I don't know if I really need to eat. Everything is backwards and strange. Haven't slept in what feels like ages. Unless all of those deaths counted. I don't feel tired or hungry most times, but when it does catch up it hits hard. Cain had explained it like a reset. When we die or finish a run, our bodies return to a starting point when we first entered the basement. Bethany has said it's like a time loop. Though its all the same result no matter the method. I'm not sure what to believe in.

(story progression undercut)

Judas is convinced we're some lab rats in a messed up experiment to make super humans. Something about how we all got kidnapped after dying and being resurrected. It's really stupid if you ask me, but he's got Esau wrapped up in it. Don't really feel like going into whatever nonsense he's on about. You'll have to ask them personally.

Got side tracked there, sorry

Gah, there's to many good foods out there to choose! Chocolate cake is really good, I always get a nice big one with vanilla ice cream on my birthday. The old sushi place across my house is delicious. Anything with eel sauce is the best. My mom makes me a bologna and ketchup sandwich with fruit snacks and a juice box for school lunch. I'm always so happy when I see the freshly bought bologna in the fridge.

There's no way I could never pick only one. Hmm... I know, I can tell you what my favorite food item in the basement is instead. That's close enough, yeah?

Most of the common ones are gross. Pet food and rotten stuff isn't something I'd eat on normal terms. There's some peppers too, but they are way to spicy. Never been a fan of mushrooms. The milks are, weird, I guess. Oh! I know exactly what's my personal pick.

It's the closest thing to real food down here and it has so much flavor! I always feel super charged after eating it to boot. Angels must like it too, because the angel deal rooms show up more often. It can be a bit spicy for me, but I've built a tolerance. Mom and Dad always say I am to sensitive to spice anyways.

As for my preferred soup

Cause other than cereal, I don't like soup very much. All the vegetables and meat being wet and soggy, yuck. Noodles are okay, but I always pick around the extra stuff they put in. Reminds me of the crockpot meals my mom used to cook all the time. I hate those so dang much. The vegetables being soft feels weird on my tongue while tasting gross. Grown to miss those old meals though. Better the most of what I get now.

I've explored most of this current floor, didn't get anything out of it. There wasn't a single item room in sight. It was expected, everyone had told me about that already, but I like to remain hopeful. Taking it as a learning experience to get used to how much tougher everything is. I already know where the boss room is. Going to go straight there to get to the next floor. The faster I'm out of here the better.

[morgana-ren]

Hi Momo! I love your writing and since you are one of my fav authors in this cesspool of decadency that's tumblr, i wanted to ask you: what are some personality traits of crusty boy that many people usually overlook but you think are pretty important when writing him (or enjoying him)?

Oh, thank you! That is a toughie. It's been a while since I've actually read something that someone hasn't sent to me for proofing or just to share. The authors I love so much are usually ones who write him along the lines that I do- Sadistic, taunting, obsessive, and somewhat demented.

I write him like that because that's what gets me off. There's plenty of great authors out there who like to focus on the softer, more decent aspects of his personality, and some of them do it very, very well. It's just on a personal level, I don't usually resonate with it. I have to be in a specific mood to accept lovey-dovey attention, even in writing.

Personally, I really like reading him as calculating and cunning. He's a strategist first and foremost. He'll definitely be up front, but he is absolutely not above being an underhanded menace to get what he wants. He shows affection in strange ways. He's likely not going to go out and get you flowers and chocolates and suddenly turn into a normal, functioning human being just because he has a mate now. I feel like there won't be cuddling on the sofa and butterfly kisses and the general sweetness that usually happens in a relationship a lot of the time. There's a lot of clunky awkwardness that comes along with the territory, and I love to see it.

I think the best ones also have a touch of guarded vulnerability. Intimacy is inherently vulnerable, and I don't know that Tomura really does well with vulnerability in general. There's got to be some contrast in there between his general deviant behavior and what it is that draws him to you in the first place. Whether it's frustration because he doesn't quite know what he's dealing with or how to, or him struggling with even feeling it in the first place. Maybe he gets defensive or cruel because he feels raw or stripped open so easily by you. Doesn't recognize that this isn't necessarily a bad thing with the right person.

My own personal preference is for fics where he actually cares. Not just he's bored and is a cruel bastard for no other reason than he's crawling out of his skin with sadism. He wants you to love him, he wants your affection, he'd kill for you or do whatever it takes because he throws his entire self into it. (Mind you, he is still a sadistic prick throughout all of this because he just is, it's just how and who to.) He has a very twisted brand of love, and that can be very fun to play with writing wise.

He is still Tomura, and he is still a vicious killer. I prefer when the aspects of his personality aren't stripped away to make room for his new obsession. AFO is still engrained into his soul, and he still clings to hate and rage all that negativity, and it's going to bleed out into his relationships. You'll either bond over shared trauma, or it will terrify you because that's such a horrid way to live. It depends on the reader personality you're leaning into. Both can work very well.

Ultimately, he is a villain. I think the two need to sync. If he's total sweetheart sensitive baby-boy never done a thing wrong in his life in every single aspect of the fic, it just doesn't quite... match for me. Why even like Tomura if that's the case? Like what is it that draws about him if the entire personality has been scrambled into a total softboy? Maybe that's my personal preference though.

That's absolutely not to say that he shouldn't be soft for you. I am a goddamn fool for the troupe of 'big fuck-nasty villain is soft for his wife', and it's one of my favorites. I guess in that case, it honestly just depends on the breed of Tomura you're writing! I've seen all sorts work out extremely well depending on how it's done!

These are just my preferences though! I know there are TONS of different brands out there, and all of them are great to enjoy if they're your thing!

[megan-is-mia]

Since your requests are open, I was thinking about number 11 on the manipulative prompt for Sebek with a fem s/o,, nsfw if possible but it's okay if you're uncomfortable with writing it.

(Don’t worry man, I don’t mind writing smut for Sebek. He deserves coochie too) 11. "You’re so vulnerable right now.” (Yandere! Sebek Zigvolt x Fem! S/o) (WARNING NSFW AND NON-CON AHEAD)

Never in a million years did (Y/n) expect to catch the eye of a fae. Much less the eye of a fae like Sebek who’s every waking moment seemed to be dedicated to hating humans like her. Yet never seemed to be coming sooner than she’d anticipated as the crocodile-fae grabbed her arm in the hallway and loudly declared his interest in her as the moon began to make its appearance above the horizon. Flustered by his declaration she had stumbled over her words, but she made it clear but polite that she did not reciprocate his interest before trying to pull her arm free of his grasp. Only the young fae’s grip did not falter, if anything it became tighter as his face fell into a frown as he began dragging (Y/n) towards his room despite the protests she tried to make as they approached their destination. Sebek only let go of (Y/n)’s arm once they were safely inside his chambers with the door locked. He tried to coax her into going over to the bed willingly, and when the girl refused to budge he pushed her so she fell onto the mattress. The fall temporarily disoriented the young woman, giving the crocodile-fae the time he needed to enchant her wrists up above her head to be bound against the headboard with magic.

“You don’t understand this situation properly human, not yet at least” Sebek said as he sat on the bed and ran an appreciative hand down (Y/n)’s side. “My affection for you is not something you can just reject like that. I am not like those pesky mortal men who flock around you like carrion. I am so much better than them, and I intend to show you why you’re better off with me” the young fae went on with a smooth note to his voice. It was unnerving, to be honest, to hear Sebek sounding so composed. (Y/n) would have much preferred that the fae yelled at her instead of speaking in this soft, strangely warm tone like he loved her. Perhaps in his own twisted, unhuman mind he did love her and that was the reason why he felt justified his actions tonight. The same reason that led him to tear her clothes off as if they were tissue paper. Sebek could hardly keep himself in check as he inhaled the fragrance of (Y/n)’s skin as he pressed kisses against her throat and made hickies between hungry gropes of her hips and thighs. He’d been waiting for what felt like forever to confess to the human girl. The wait was made even longer by the need for the girl to reach legal marrying age for humans before he was permitted to ask her. All that waiting only for her to try and turn him down. The crocodile-fae would not stand for it, he wanted the pretty mortal and he was going to have her. With her consent or without, for they were meant to be together forever and he’d have time to make her fall in love later on. For now he’d have to stake his claim and make (Y/n) see what a perfect mate he would be for her. Sebek threw his clothes on the floor and grabbed the girl’s legs forcing them apart so he could slide between them. (Y/n) tried to kick her legs free of Sebek’s grip but the sensation of his nails digging into her skin was enough to quell the fight still left in her body. The girl squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away trying to disassociate even as the fae slipped a finger inside her cunt to begin loosening her up. It was impossible to detatch completely as the young man’s fingers prodded the sensitive nerves within her that drew whimpers from her lips.

“You’re so vulnerable right now” Sebek said almost in a voice of wonder as he added another finger and began scissoring both fingers to further loosen (Y/n) up. “I already thought you were the most beautiful being I'd ever seen. I was wrong, you’re even more beautiful like this when you’re coming apart by my hand” the crocodile-fae said pressing light kisses to his human’s cheeks even as she tried to ignore him. After a little while, he pulled his fingers free only to replace them with his cock. (Y/n)’s face contorted in pain but otherwise she made no sign of further resistance. In acknowledgment of her willingness, or seeming willingness, Sebek took his time sheathing himself in her pussy. He watched her face, making sure to give her time to adjust to his size and even forcing himself to be patient with her until her body had relaxed once more.

Once (Y/n)’s breathing had eased Sebek began thrusting in earnest, hitting her sweet spot with each inward movement and making her cum not long after. The expression of pure bliss that graced his human’s face made the crocodile-fae’s heart beat faster with utter contentment as he too reached his end. He made no effort to pull out, it was no issue if she became pregnant from this encounter since he planned to marry her anyway.

“Don’t you see (Y/n)?” Sebek said, his use of the young woman’s name instead of calling her human catching her attention and focusing on him, “I am the only man who can satisfy you, no mortal man will be able to compare to me. For you know what happens to those who consume something of the fae” he added, nuzzling the girl whose eyes bugged with alarm as the pieces clicked. If eating food of the fae doomed one to eternal hunger what would being filled with a fae’s seed do to her? (Y/n) didn’t want to think of the possibilities as she shook her head frantically and tears filled her eyes threatening to fall. Sebek grabbed her face and put a halt to those thoughts by kissing her on the lips. The young fae did not pull away for a long time, when he did it was to whisper sweet nothings until his dear human drifted into slumber… THE END

[animeyanderelover]

Hi first of all I'm sorry for not thanking you enough for the last two shots you wrote for me the child s/o and main four was unique and adorable and the Leorio one was absolute gold I've been having a rough time my laptop broke and my instructor is mad b/c of falling behind so I didn't have the energy to talk . Anyway if it's ok I'd love a Kurapika shot with a snarky stubborn s/o who makes trouble after capture thought it go well with prompt 81 the hard dark stuff helps me process my grief

Hard and dark, huh? I will always prefer soft and desperate. But who am I to decline my darling’s wishes?

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, aggressive and vicious behavior, threatening, violence, self-harming behavior

Prompt 81: “The more you struggle now, the heavier your punishment will be later on.”

Kurapika didn’t know if you were either just stupid or incredibly stubborn, feeling his already strained string of patience run thin more and more with each passing day. He knew that you could be very thick-headed, but currently you were balancing on a very thin and dangerous line. And you had to know that too, didn’t you? From the look in your eyes he guessed so, fear visible in your face, staring with a scared yet defiant look on your face at him, clearly not wanting to show him how afraid you really were. But who wouldn’t if someone with scarlet red eyes was towering right over you, looking like a demon staring right into your soul? You had to know that you had crossed his line, didn’t you? So why were you still so determined to get on his nerves? Why were you still fighting? You reminded him somewhat of a cornered animal, scared and anxious, but still struggling and fighting back. And to be honest, right now the term “predator and prey” seemed to fit almost too well, you quite literally being pressed into the corner of the bathroom with Kurapika looking like he was about to snap someone’s neck, jaw clenched tightly together that you almost feared one of his teeth would break any moment, the nails of his fingers digging tightly into his hand that you were sure at any moment he would cut his palm with it.

“So what? What are you going to do now?”, you sneered at him, glaring angrily up at him. “Why am I still going?”, you asked yourself silently. You knew that he was too close to losing it and you knew that there was the possibility of you getting hurt. So why? Why were you still continuing to push him over his limits? You hated this, hated that you could never shut your mouth for once. As soon as a thought entered your head, you had to say it out loud, no matter how much trouble it would bring you later on. Small habits were indeed very dangerous. But no matter how much you had tried to keep quiet, your stubbornness had always gotten the best from you, earning you not exactly the best friends or many friends to begin with. You had always been a trouble maker and the more you were stressed out, the more you always found yourself getting harsher and bolder with your words and actions. So this had been destined from the very moment Kurapika had kidnapped you, that you two would end up in such a situation. It would have been to pretty to be true to find someone who would be able to put up with this thorny character of yours, keeping you in check. You guessed Kurapika had either underestimated your savage side or overestimated his own limits. Or maybe it had been both, but that wasn’t the important thing now.

Since the very first moment you had been stuck in this house, you had only caused troubles, rebelling in hopes that he would let you go. You had thrown away everything he had gotten you, had attacked him several times, had thrown things after him and had also caused quite the damage in the house, often hurting yourself in the process, but you hadn’t cared, knowing that it would make Kurapika go crazy. No person would have been able to endure this for too long, not even the most patient person. And so you had witnessed Kurapika getting more forceful and mad with his actions and behavior more and more, his grip when you were about to throw something at him getting tighter and tighter, bringing him to the point where he left bruises on you. He had resorted to restraining you, tying you up and locking you in your room which had only lightened the fire in you even more. So for whatever he had hoped to reach with this, it had only brought him the opposite effect, causing you to get more beastly and sarcastic with each passing day. And you didn’t know how to stop, but in such moments you didn’t care, only caring about giving Kurapika a hard time. For what had you even hoped? That he would get so feed up with you that he would end up kicking you out? It was a rather stupid hope, even though you had to admit that this was what you had hoped for a bit. But you guessed the main reason was that you had wants to bring a point over. That you wouldn’t be carved into a submissive lover from him who would play the role of the housewife.

“(y/n). Stop. Now.” Low and dangerous, you knew that one wrong word now could der him off. His eyes were telling you everything you had to know. For a moment you became quiet, glancing around the mess you had made. All tubes filled with cream, shampoo and soap were scattered around randomly, some were open and completely destroyed, the liquid that had been once in them being smeared all over the place. A pool of water had formed itself in here, causing you to sit on the wet ground. You had freely broken the shower head, water still tickling down on it. If you looked closely, you could also see the shards glittering in it, the light illuminating the fragments of the now broken mirror. And around you a light shade of red had started to taint the transparent water, your knuckles still bleeding from punching the mirror. At least you weren’t the only one who had hurt themself in the process, on Kurapika’s face being a few scratches visible too. But this had been only luck though, Kurapika being too shocked when having first entered the room to realize you throwing pieces of the mirror at him. It wouldn’t be wise to anger him more. You knew that too well. You knew that you had to keep your mouth shut. You knew that you should just apologize or even say nothing if you wanted to get out unharmed from this situation. You knew it so well.

“Or what? What will you do? Tying me up again? Starving me? Locking me away? Do you seriously think that this will work?” So why were you still continuing with all of this? Was it really that hard to keep quiet for even a short moment? At least a few minutes? It wasn’t that hard to shut up. All you had to do was closing your mouth and not opening it again. But why seemed such a simple thing to do suddenly do hard to master? It was almost like an impossible thing to do for you. You could only pray that you would magically go mute, ridiculous to think about since this impossible. “What do you even hope to reach with this? Disciplining me? Pathetic.” Your tone sounded like you wanted to pick a fight, but in reality you just wanted to run away, wanted to hide somewhere and tape your mouth with something. Everything to make you shut up. “Do you really think that this will help you reaching your goal? Bending me according to your will? Do you think telling me that you just want to protect me will work? What do you think will happen to me if you keep me isolated in here? Do you hope to break my mind? To make me think that the world is really a dangerous place? Good grief, you really are messed up, aren’t you? Why don’t you just look around once in a while to get this sense thing into your head? The only dangerous thing for me here and in the entire world. Is. You.” The last two words were hissed by you, clear spitefulness dripping from your voice.

Kurapika didn’t say anything, making you question whether to worry or not. But then he slowly kneeled down, his movements terribly slowly, putting you on high alert. He didn’t say anything, just staring at you, giving you the feeling that he could melt your skin with this intense gaze of his, the red eyes awakening the impression that his eyes were burning. Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet. “What? Did you swallow your tongue or something like this?” You gave him this kind of smile that basically screamed fake, sending him a short glare afterwards. But Kurapika didn’t react, at least not visibly, keeping a strange stoic expression on his face. This was concerning. Instead his gaze wandered to your knuckles, skin ripped open and exposing the sensitive wounds to his eyes. For a short moment you thought that he would make a fuss about it again, preparing to throw another line at him. But before a word could left your lips, you suddenly hissed painfully, Kurapika suddenly pressing your hands tightly in a not comforting manner, making you yelp when he yanked you up back on your two feet, fingers pressing exactly on the spots where your fresh cuts and wounds were. And with a dreadful feeling you realized that he did it on purpose, knowing that he hurt you, but not stopping. He wanted to hurt you right now. Why would he do that? And why were you surprised? You had been the one who had brought this upon yourself.

“What the heck?! You moron! You’re hurting me! Let go of me! Weren’t you the one who told me a few weeks ago that you would protect me from any danger?! I don’t know if you know this with the narrowed knowledge of social acts you have, but currently you’re doing exactly what you promised to protect me from! I guess now I need someone to kidnap me so they can protect me from you!” It was your fault! Why couldn’t you accept that? “Just shut up?! Do you want to die?!”, you screamed inside your head, wanting to punch yourself or slam your head against the wall. But the most terrifying part was that despite tightening his grip on your hands, Kurapika didn’t say anything, just dragging you silently out of the bathroom. Oh yes, that was it. His silence that clearly didn’t fit the aura surrounding him, a feeling thickly painted with frustration and anger. Like the silence before a heavy storm that would destroy anything in it’s way. That was the feeling you were getting from him, causing you to react panicked, kicking and pulling desperately, trying to free yourself from his by now iron-like grip, ignoring the warm blood trickling down from the freshly reopened wound. “Let go of me! Are you deaf?! Seriously, are you really gonna hurt me?! Wow, you’ve really sunken low, haven’t you? No wonder you’re such a loner. No one wants to be befriended with such a violent and cold-hearted demon like you.” What was with you? You had been a loner too.

“The more you struggle now, the heavier your punishment will be later on.” And all it took for Kurapika was one sentence, one sharp look to paralyze you. Gosh, you were such a loser, talking almighty, but in reality not even be able to hold your own mouth. You saw all the bottled up emotions on his face, all the anger and madness swirling inside of those glowing eyes. And somewhere down there you also saw something similar to regret. And you pitied yourself in that moment too, knowing that you had just caused someone to snap who had tried his hardest to show patience with you. And he had endured it for weeks, setting a new record. No one had ever been willing to put that long up with you. And you had just pushed all of his wrong buttons and you could read from the look in his eyes that what was about to come wouldn’t be pleasant in the least bit, the sudden darkness clouding his eyes telling you that a very violent lecture was awaiting you. You could have accepted it, begged for forgiveness, tried to apologize in hopes that he might go milder on you. But you did the complete opposite. Cutting your own tongue out suddenly looked very appealing.

“Congratulations for just reaching a new kind of low. I feel glad that your clan is already dead.” And suddenly Kurapika stopped, grip on your hand tightening to the extent that you were sure that only a bit more pressure would be needed to break it. Not only that, but all of a sudden the air seemed to change, you feeling like every moment it would crush you into tiny pieces. Stop it!! “If they would see you right now they would surely turn around in their grave!” STOP IT!!! “I guess you should feel glad as well that they’re all dead by now. They would have been so ashamed of you, surely not accepting you as a clan member anymore. I mean, who would after finding out that someone from their own flesh and blood would sink that low to kidnap someone? Where’s your honor?” He had started shaking by now, the air feeling like many invisible daggers, ready to plunge into your whole body at any moment. WHAT THE HELL WAS WRONG WITH YOU?! WERE YOU A SUICIDAL MANIAC?! SHUT YOUR STUPID MOUTH?! “And now you really tell me that you try to restore those clan of yours? Give up on your silly little dream. They’re dead and you’re the last one. You want revenge? You want to bring your clan back to life with my help? You wouldn’t have to do this if you would have just been there to protect them back then. Or if you would have just died with them. Then I wouldn’t have to endure all of this. You can pretend to be my “guardian” as much as you want, but in reality you just see me as an excuse to help your own guilt, right? You try to justify your behavior by telling yourself that you want to protect me when in reality you just don’t want to live with the guilt of your failure years ago. And I’m the perfect balm for your wound. That’s so lame, you know that right? You’re so-“

“ENOUGH!” His sudden scream made you jump back, followed by a sudden crashing sound. You remained frozen, staring shocked at him. Kurapika himself seemed shaken up, returning your gaze, eyes wide and staring with a wide variety of emotions inside of them. Tears started gathering in your eyes, slowly shifting your eyes to your hand. Blood was freely dropping down from it, the whole skin having bursted due to him suddenly crushing your hand like this. But that wasn’t the most gruesome thing. It was the way your hand had suddenly twisted, the numb pain somewhere in the back of your mind helping you realize very slowly what had happened. He...had broken your hand. And the moment you finally processed what had happened, the whole impact suddenly hit you. And for a moment everything turned black in front of your eyes, the sudden pain causing you to drop to your knees, and letting out a pained and shrill scream. Kurapika himself looked like he didn’t believe what had just happened, letting shocked go of your hand which you quickly pulled to your chest.

You sobbed harshly, the pain being too much to handle for you in that moment. It was to a certain extent your fault, you knew that. But that didn’t stop you to let your tongue get the better of him. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?! You just broke my hand!! You’re a monster!! A demon!! Do me the favor and die somewhere alone and painfully!!” Kurapika had taken a few steps back, staring shocked at your hunched over form on the ground, regret an disbelief visible on his face as well as hurt when hearing your words. And just for a short moment you had the feeling that he wanted to apologize before it happened. The dark expression returned to his face, glazing his eyes and all of a sudden it was like his life spark had been turned off, his red eyes suddenly appearing more dull, causing him to look emotionless, cold to look down on you. “It’s your fault. I’ve warned you several times to stop. So don’t blame me for this. The only one you have to blame now is you.” Hot tears flowed down your face, your whole body feeling like it was on fire, not only because if the pain currently cursing through your entire system. You also burned up because of your feelings. You knew that he was right, self-shame and frustration as well as dread filling your entire mind, leading to even more tears spilling from your eyes. But what was your response?

“F-fuck you, you bastard. I hate you, Kurapika.”