#in which case hands off of this one you're being greedy he's not FOR you

[nautilusopus]

if you can't handle Cloud at his Washes His Hair With Men's 12-in-1, you don't deserve him at his Gender

[porcalinecunt]

Hear me out: Jason todd with a pathetic fem criminal/thief he loves to play with involving gunplay

- heart anon ❤

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘!

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 you couldn’t be a decent criminal for shit, so much so, the red hood himself has rather ulterior motives . . .

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD X FEM! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — rough sex, semi public, slight gunplay, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, breeding, jason being a bully :<

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ i kinda hate this lol, sorry if my writing falls off towards the end. i haven’t touched this draft in MONTHS [sobs]

“i-i won’t hesitate!”

“yeah..threatening the guy with the ak-47..”

he scoffs, barely clutching onto the military grade weapon as if he knows you’d miss every last one of your shots from the tiny pistol you held. your shakey hands were already such a dead giveaway.

petite, timid and easy to snap in two. that’s enough to have the red hood himself laughing at your pathetic attempts to intimidate him. he almost wondered how Black Mask’s goons allowed you through just to grab a nice stash of hard drugs, most likely to sell for a ridiculous price.

“look little girl, put the pistol down and i’ll make it easier for ya. don’t gotta act all tough on me..” the barrel of the rifle faced the floor, clearly he doesn’t wish to waste a bullet on your airheaded self.

there’s my chance! you thought to yourself, rushing past the vigilante and booking it to the stairwell. a grin stretched your lips, how easy was that? and he’s meant to be the best!

as if red hood heard your thoughts, the larger figure dropped down from the ceiling right in front of you with an ear shattering thud! stopping dead in your tracks, you threw a hasty punch that was easily blocked before red hood yanked you by the wrist and threw you onto the wall next to you. not even a second went by before you felt his build press against your smaller figure. trapped.

“h-hey! let me go you prick!” you whined and pouted, trying to push your way out with no success. he didn’t even feel like another man, more like a wall.

amidst the struggle, you heard a small chuckle before the red hood succumbed to laughter. he was fucking laughing, at you. angry, you weakly elbowed him in the rib which did next to nothing. it only earned you another wheeze and chuckles from the hooded bastard.

“awe, what’s the matter? can’t fight back? is this your first crime girl?”

you looked back with an angry pout, his white eyes that were basically holes in that bulky helmet of his narrowed in amusement. an expression that admittedly, gave you a case of butterflies. the way he taunted you, laughed at you, even looked at you. fuck, you wondered if he was seeing anyone outside of fighting crime.

your facial expression must’ve shifted, as the masked vigilante tilted his head. “got something to say to me, little girl?”

his eyes widened a little after saying that, probably because of the way you began to press against his own body. whether you knew it or not, you’re practically arching, pressing your ass against his crotch. it really didn’t help that you were wearing a tight one piece that showed off every curve and shape of your figure.

it didn’t take long before red hood picked up on your intentional eye fucking, backing up to allow enough space for him to grab your hips and roam around your body. the red hood was a greedy one, grabbing and squeezing every bit of flesh he felt on you until he finally found your breasts. his hand alone covered the whole thing, that’s how huge he was. a sudden and rather harsh squeeze made you jump.

"don't be rough!" you whined as the crime lord gently massaged the sore flesh, only to give it another squeeze and forcing a yelp out of your throat. "you're mean..!"

"awe, am i? thought you were a big girl with that prissy attitude and the gaul to act all tough with me.." jason cooed in a mocking tone. even through the material of your bodysuit, you could feel him growing harder and harder against your ass. your stomach was in knots from the sheer length of this man, yet you never fessed up as his fingers found the zipper hidden in the fabric. . . .

you couldn't make a noise, not with jason's huge palm over your slobbering mouth while his cock pistons in and out of your ruined cunt. two orgasms ripped out of you yet he refuses to stop for even a breath, or to take off that stupid helmet.

"c'mon..i know you got another in ya." he grunted, smacking your left thigh which was covered in hand prints from the earlier rounds. you weren't wrong when you called him mean earlier, the way he discarded your bodysuit to him throwing you against different surfaces like a ragdoll. now, he has you over the stair railing while he brutally fucks you from behind.

your knees buckled from the pressure as you clung onto the dirty railing for dear life, the skin on your ass a bright red from his hips slamming against it. you turned your head slightly to meet those white eyes that bore themselves into your brain, how you wish he just took it off to see who's actually fucking you mid failed heist. stupidly, you reached out behind to try and pry even a little, only for a gun cocking to startle you frozen.

"fuck you think you're doing? thought you were slick huh.."

a breathy chuckle followed, as you heard the subtle clicks of the gun inching closer and closer to your ear until the barrel was pressed right below your jaw. you didn’t know if it was fear or arousal, but nonetheless, the next thing you knew was your stuffed cunt clenching around jason’s girth like a vice.

“ohh..you like this, do you?” he started, caressing the gun against your bruised skin. the cold outer was a sharp yet welcoming contrast to the hot air that suffocated you beneath his weight. you mewled in response, practically strangling his cock the harder you clenched.

the vigilante picked up his pace, groaning in your ear as he pointed the firearm below your jaw as if you were a hostage. a strangled moan echoed throughout the stairs and your knees buckled, prompting jason to wrap an arm around your waist.

“m’gonna..m’gonna cum..please..” you sighed, screwing your eyes shut as the knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter.

“cum f’me girl…don’t fuck this up too..” jason chuckled from the mean jab as his dick twitched against your cervix. before you could respond to his passive aggressive remark, you’re vision went white as a sudden wave of heat filled your ruined pussy. your vision blurred as jason fucked his cum deep into your cunt, not allowing a drop to slip out.

“atta girl..maybe you aren’t as stupid as i thought..”

jason tapped the gun against your thigh as he continues to move his hips against yours, not caring about the fact you could barley hold on at this point.

another round wouldn’t hurt, especially with the antics you’ve pulled today.

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[lumiambrose]

✰ dealers choice

kinktober 24 - day thirty

featuring: sae itoshi x f!reader

summary: sae's always wanted you, and after your friend rudely tries to steal you from him, he can't help but make you his.

tags: smut, worshipping, sae is obsessed with you, manipulative sae ig, violence, virginity loss, oral (f!receiving), praise, soft sae, this man is hungggg (very biased)

wc: 3.7k -> skip to the second divider if you're just here for the smut ;)

isn’t it funny how you can be so infatuated with someone you barely even know?

well, that’s the case for sae itoshi. he’s been watching you for quite a while now. being shidou’s pretty best friend, you’re plastered all over his social media. and god, it was love at first sight.

he doesn’t know what it is about you. you’re not even that special. the only thing extraordinary about you is your roach of a best friend.. but he knew from the moment he laid his eyes on you, you would be his.

he has you memorized like the back of his hand. your go-to coffee order, your favourite restaurant secluded away from the busy streets of tokyo, and how you spend your monday mornings. of course, he too, made sure that he was nothing short of perfect for you.

although, there’s one problem: he’s never met you in person. you two have talked over text, but never in person. although he’s finally going to change that.

it’s currently off-season for sae. he’s been spending the majority of his spare time at practice or at the gym, but with a little encouragement from you and shidou, he agreed to come visit the two of you for a few weeks.

obviously, he doesn’t care about shidou. he’s only visiting for you, but you don’t have to know that. the initial meetup went swimmingly, and sae only found himself more obsessed with you by the second. you even hugged him and he swore his blood rushed to the one place it shouldn’t be.

you’re currently at shidou’s place. you, sae, shidou, and some of your mutual friends are hanging out together for the night, celebrating the weekend and exam season ending. music blasts through shidou’s penthouse as everyone is enjoying the evening. shidou challenged a friend of yours to beer pong, which led to him inevitably losing because the only thing he's good at is soccer. you see the famous u20 captain oliver aiku mingling with your other friends with your other friends and you find yourself lounging on shidou’s massive sofa with sae not too far away, the two of you engaging in small talk, finally able to catch up.

to sae, this is definitely the highlight of his trip so far. one-on-one time with you? priceless. he’s even thinking about asking you out at the end of the night.

that is, until your conversation gets rudely interrupted. a so-called ‘friend’ of you and shidou promptly joins your conversation. from what sae can make out, he’s definitely drunk and sae wants him gone instantly. to his dismay, he sits down on the spot right next to you, almost a little too close for his liking. he gives you a short hug before introducing himself to sae. he told sae that his name is takeyama and claims to be a fan of his, but as he reaches out to shake sae’s hand, he’s met with what might be the coldest glare known to mankind. you're sure the temperature drops for a moment as sae looks him dead in the eyes with an unreadable expression. it's only obvious that sae is not pleased.

you interrupt the thick tension, snapping sae back to reality before continuing the conversation where you left off. it’s safe to say the rest of your chat does not hold the same comfort that it did earlier, tension still thick with what you would dare call, killing intent. you engage in small talk with both men, trying to keep your focus on sae although takeyama is greedy for your attention. he's touching you constantly, always in your ear and even wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, which you’re clearly unsettled by. it’s not until he excuses himself to the bar to refill his drink that the area calms down. you finally have a moment to breathe, and sae looks as though he’s much calmer too. sae flashes you a short smile before speaking up, cutting the silence, “excuse me, i’ll be back in 10 minutes. wait for me, okay?” with that, he stands up before shortly disappearing into the crowd.

sae is fucking fuming. how dare that bastard touch his girl and distract her from him? of course, he won’t let this fucker get away scott-free. he follows takeyama as he leaves the crowded area of the apartment, heading towards the bathroom. he creeps up on the guy and just before he enters the small room, covers his mouth with one hand while dragging him into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“you fucking bastard.” sae throws him to the floor, a loud thud sounding at the collision. it takes every ounce of self-restraint in his body to not just kill him on the spot. instead, opting to spit on the pathetic boy and landing a strong kick to his chest.

“stay the fuck away from her,” he kicks again. “if you breathe near her, i will ruin your sorry life.” his voice makes it clear that his words are not just an empty threat. he leans down, picking him up by the collar before landing a punch on his face. “you keep your damn distance; pretend she doesn’t exist for all i care.” another punch, drawing blood from his mouth, “understood?” he spits again, although an answer is beyond reason at this point, seeing as the man who was once making you uncomfortable is now lying unconscious on the floor of shidou’s bathroom.

he admires his handiwork for a while, satisfied with his state, he can finally go back to you and make up for the time he lost with you. that is, until he hears a click behind him. shit—he forgot to lock the door. as long as it’s not you he’s sure he can simply talk his way out of it. but of course, his luck just had to worsen.

“s-sae?” you exclaim. voice feeling like a stab through his chest. he panics, internally, of course, how could he ever let his angel see the true state he’s in. then, he turns around, locking eyes with you. the two of you just hold each other’s gaze for a while. that is, until sae decides that there’s no point in holding back now, he’s already too far deep to brush the situation off.

you’re taken aback as his large figure embraces you, his entire body enveloping you in a soft and comforting hug. you try to pull back, you really do, but he won’t budge. instead, he leans closer to your ear, whispering, “angel, please. listen to me, okay? it’s not what it looks like.” you’re stunned. what is it supposed to look like then? you’re lost, body tensing up and you can’t even move anymore. sae scoops you up in his arms, taking advantage of your lack of movement.

“it’s ok, angel. c’mon, show me to shidou’s room. let’s calm you down, okay?” he’s never spoken so lightly before. he’s surprised he even can. you subconsciously guide him to shidou’s room, through the hallway, and up the stairs until you arrive at your destination. he closes the door, this time making sure to lock it, before gently laying you down on the bed. he takes his place next to you, sitting on the edge of the bed as his hand strokes your arm gently.

“you’re ok now. he was going to do horrible things to you, you know?” he shushes as you stare into his soul. “but it’s all good now; he won’t ever harm you again. i’m certain of it.”

you’re so confused, your voice barely audible as you shakily whisper, “h-he wanted to hurt me? you… protected me?” thankfully, sae’s warm gaze helps calm you down as he soothes, “mhm, but i’ve made sure he won’t anymore. only a fool would hurt an angel like you.”

his words make your body feel warm, turning him into your calm in the storm of whatever the fuck may be happening right now. “really? you mean it, sae?”

god. the way his name just rolls right off your tongue sends him spiralling. he just wants to devour you then and there. “of course, you’re so precious to me you know,” he leans in closer now, his face inches from yours. “if you want, i can show you just how much you mean to me.”

you’re slightly taken aback. the sae itoshi, regarding you as precious? all hell must’ve reigned loose. you question whatever you could’ve done to deserve his attention, but you suppose there’s no harm in accepting his offer, right?

you mumble a quiet ‘yes’ and that’s all he needs. softly cupping your cheek and closing the remaining distance, he crashes his mouth with yours. he holds you like a porcelain doll, worried that if he’s too rough, you’ll break. of course, he doesn’t mind though. he finally has you in his arms, and now he’s going to make sure you’re his.

you gasp at the contact, lips parting just enough to let him enter your mouth, exploring and tasting every inch of it. you open your once-closed eyes and are met with a beautiful sight. his eyes are closed as he kisses you. hair slightly dangling over his face with his gorgeous lashes. he looks so ethereal. you kiss him back, harder and more passionate, attempting to thank him in any way for saving you.

he groans, definitely satisfied with your eagerness. he shifts his weight, moving so he’s completely on top of you before pulling back. “would you like me to take this further?” he asks, his eyes never leaving yours as you stare up at him.

you ponder his words. ‘take this further’? as in… sex? you’ve never been intimate with anyone before. and while you’d love to accept his offer, you don’t want to ruin the experience.

embarrassingly, you confess, “i… i’ve actually never done something like this before.” you glance around the room, anywhere but him, but he won’t accept that. lightly, he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“never?” he questions, voice sounding almost shocked.

“never. you’d be my first.”

he curses something in what you presume is spanish beneath his breath before closing the distance once again, “you’re fucking perfect for me. it’s ok, angel. i’ll make it a night to remember, make you feel good.”

his lips meet yours once again, albeit, harder this time, yet somehow still soft. the passion and emotion he’s carrying in his actions are evident, and you reciprocate them just as much.

this time, instead of just kissing you, one of his hands trails down to your top. he toys with the fabric before pulling it up and casting it aside, completely disregarding it. then he starts taking in the sight in front of him.

“fucking divine,” he curses. honestly, he’s surprised you’re not an actual goddess with how perfect you look underneath him.

he latches onto one of your bare breasts with the hunger of a starved man. toying and sucking on one of your peaks while his free hand rubs the other, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“mierda, angel. keep quiet for me, don’t want anyone hearing you just yet.” he toys with your body so daintily, as though you’ll break if he’s too hard. that doesn’t matter though, as long as he’s making you feel good beneath him.

you’re a blushing mess and still partially in shock. you want to question how you ended up beneath sae, naked, but the pleasure is distracting. it feels warm, like your insides are heating up, specifically your core. the longer he toys with you, the stronger the ache that’s developing in your abdomen gets.

it’s hard to keep quiet, but if you don’t open your mouth, you’re worried he’ll never take things further. “s-sae… more, please!” you whine eagerly.

his eyes widen in surprise at your desperate plea, his lips slowly curving into a sly smirk. you look so pretty begging for him, so submissive. you’re the perfect woman for him. “as you wish, my angel,” he purrs, trailing delicate kisses down your neck and collarbone. his large hands roam your bare body, caressing every curve and dip with reverent fingers, mapping every inch of your skin like he’s trying to etch it into himself.

he takes his time, savouring each gasp and moan that falls from your lips. when he reaches the waistband of your skirt, he looks up at you through hooded eyes, seeking your permission. at your breathless nod, he slowly peels the fabric down your legs, tossing them aside carelessly.

you’re almost bare in front of his hungry gaze. sae takes a moment to drink in the sight of you, spread out beneath him like a feast perfectly cultivated just for him. "hermosa," he murmurs appreciatively, running a finger along the edge of your panties. "so perfect, so pure. 'm gonna cherish you, querida. make you feel amazing tonight."

with that vow, he hooks his fingers in the delicate lace and tugs, the flimsy material giving way for him to devour you easily. your slick heat is finally revealed to him, the sight before him pushing his self-restraint to the limits and making his cock throb almost painfully against the confines of his slacks.

unable to resist you any longer, sae settles between your legs, pressing a tender kiss to your inner thigh. he works his way higher, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the soft flesh until he reaches your aching core. a low groan rumbles in his chest at the sight—glistening folds just begging for his touch, for his tongue.

"mierda... need to taste you," he growls before diving in face-first. his tongue messily parts your lips, delving in to lap at the honey dripping from your entrance. he groans at the taste, the sweet nectar he’s waited months for gliding across his tongue and making him crave more.

“could eat this pretty pussy all night long…” he purrs, voice muffled against your slick flesh. he’s groaning and murmuring into your folds as he laps you up hungrily. "mmm, you taste so good, mi amor.”

he seals his lips around your swollen clit and sucks hard, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. at the same time, he slips two thick fingers deep into your tight cunt, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm. the wet squelch of his digits plunging into your soaked cunt fills the room, mixing with your breathy moans and whimpers.

"let me hear you," sae growls, curling his fingers to stroke your g-spot. "gonna make this sweet pussy weep for me" he doubles his efforts, tongue swirling around your clit as he fingers you faster, harder, relentlessly chasing your pleasure.

your back arches off the bed, hands fisting in sae's hair as the ache in your abdomen intensifies, ecstasy crashes through you in dizzying waves. "oh god, sae!" you keen, hips bucking wildly against his face. "don't stop, don't stop, please!"

"mmm, gonna cum for me, angel?" sae asks huskily, lips brushing your clit. "gonna soak my face, hm? go on then, cum all over these fingers like a good girl..."

his words and the stimulation prove to be too much for your body. with a sharp cry, you shatter apart, pussy clamping down on sae's pistoning fingers as you cum all over his face. he laps it up greedily, refusing to waste even a single drop.

“attagirl,” he praises, trailing his way back up your shaking body, kissing you gently through the aftershocks of your orgasm. this was a first for you. of course, you’ve masturbated before, but you’ve never felt this good. you’ve never came so hard. this new feeling igniting something else inside of you—confidence perhaps? whatever it is, it pushes you to pull sae closer, kissing him with so much passion—devotion, as though he’s your lover.

even though he’s taken aback, sae reciprocates with the same passion—if not more. the fingers of his dry hand etch themselves into the back of your head, fisting your hair as he guides your head closer to him while his other hand roams your body, desperate for your touch.

your kiss continues for what feels like an eternity, although you never bore from it. being held in sae’s arms while he devours you is nothing short of pure bliss. by now, his clothes are gone too, leaving the two of you naked in each other's arms. sometimes you’re subconsciously grinding yourself on his dick and sometimes you’re even stroking him, earning low groans from him as he toys with your body.

but you can’t keep going like this, you need more; you need him. you pull away, gasping for air as he gives you a puzzled look. the only answer you can give him is a breathy plea. a breathy plea which drives him insane. “please, sae, i need you…” it takes his all to not flip you over and drill into you like a rabid animal. instead, he hoists your legs up onto his shoulders, making sure you’re comfortable before pumping his cock a few times in front of your entrance.

“are you sure, angel?” he asks. it’s a stupid question, though. even if you would say no, he won’t be able to hold back anyway; he’s too far deep to suddenly stop now. thankfully, you murmur a breathless ‘yes’, giving him all the permission he needs.

“you have no idea how badly i’ve wanted this," sae groans, voice strained with barely restrained desire as he lines himself up with your entrance. the thick head of his cock nudges against your slick folds, making you both gasp at the contact. "gonna make you feel so good, mi amor. gonna ruin this tight little pussy for anyone else..."

he rolls his hips forward, slowly sinking into your virgin pussy inch by tortuous inch. your walls flutter and clench around the unfamiliar intrusion, stretching eagerly to accommodate his girth. a low groan escapes sae’s lips as he's enveloped in your warmth, the sensation almost too much to bear.

"mierda, you feel like heaven," he hisses through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to slam into you balls-deep. "so tight, hermosa. gonna haveta split you open on my cock..." he pulls back until just the tip remains inside, then thrusts forward again, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust.

the sudden fullness makes you cry out, nails digging into sae's biceps as you adjust to the stretch, tears prick at the corners of your eyes, a slight sting lingering at where your hymen once was, but it's quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure as he begins to move. sae sets a slow, deep rhythm, letting you feel every thick inch of him as he withdraws and sinks back in, over and over.

"that's it, angel, take my cock like a good girl," he praises roughly, one hand coming up to palm your breast, rolling the pebbled nipple between his fingers. "gonna make this sweet pussy mine. you’re mine, right?"

his words send shivers down your spine, the possessive edge to his voice making your core clench needily around him. you can only answer in needy, fucked-out moans. you've never felt so full, so stretched, so claimed. he’s hitting all the right spots inside you, stoking the now-familiar buildup in your core once again.

the bed frame creaks under the force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your breathy moans filling the room. it doesn’t take long until you’re both getting more desperate and needy, doing anything to chase the high that only sae can provide for you.

"fuck, you’re made for me, angel," he growls, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, hard enough to bruise as he spreads you wider. "you gonna let me breed you full? fill you up with my seed until it's dripping out."

the filthy words falling from sae's lips make your head spin, sucking him in tighter. you've never heard him talk like this before, so crude and vulgar, but fuck if it doesn't turn you on even more. your hands roam over the sculpted planes of his back, nails raking angry red lines into his sweat-slicked skin as you cling onto him desperately.

"yes, sae, please! please cum inside of me!" you beg shamelessly, too lost in your haze of pleasure to care about anything else. you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as you pull him impossibly deeper. the new angle allows him to hit your cervix with every brutal thrust, ecstasy piercing through you.

"greedy little lady, aren't you?" sae snarls, his rhythm growing erratic as he chases your rapidly approaching climax. "gonna pump this pussy full, make you fucking mine." he leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, tongue forcing its way through you as he swallows your wanton moans.

the hand on your breast moves lower, fingers seeking out your aching clit. he circles the swollen nub roughly, sending you over the edge. "cum for me, angel," sae commands against your lips, his voice a dark promise. "cum on my cock, milk me dry, hermosa.”

you’re unable to hold off any longer, your second orgasm of the night crashing through you, which is shortly followed by his own, his seed burying itself deep inside of you as he struggles to keep his own composure. both of your sounds fill the entire room as your juices mix together inside of you.

he pulls out of your weeping cunt before occupying the space next to you on the bed, stroking your arm as you catch your breath together. he pulls you closer, moving your body to rest on top of him, holding you close.

"you're so good for me, angel." he whispers in your ear, cradling you gently, as if you're a dainty flower. "how about we end tonight early, so i can take you home?"

you're not really able to answer him verbally. that's why you just nod along against his chest, before slowly rolling off the bed to get ready. 

sae helps you gather your clothes from the ground, before cleaning himself up. all this time, his beautiful eyes never seem to leave you.

within a few minutes, the two of you are leaving your best friend's apartment, hand in hand as an uber drives you to sae’s hotel suite. to your surprise, nobody notices, nor does anyone ask why you’re leaving.

the only thing signaling your early disappearance is the twenty thousand yen sae sent to shidou’s phone along with the message ‘trash your bedsheets.’

taglist: @ryescapades @143-ilyuu @maruflix @pixelcafe-network thank you @katsutora for proof reading <3 ps. 5th last to 3rd last paragraph is COMPLETELY nami </3

©lumis kinktober 24' ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Vampire // Cinna’s Monstertober Writing Challenge

Tags: Vampire!Gojo x fem!reader, gore, nsfw, mdni, blood kink if you squint, masochism, unprotected sex

Synopsis: Creatures lurk in the night. A particular white-haired one takes a liking to you.

An: I’m so excited to start this challenge with you all! I’ve decided to call it Monstertober (there will be one exception to the monster rule LOL srry).

Overpopulation and a deficiency in food had forced your world into an age of evolution. It started off slow as most evolutions do. It started as just one case: the case of Ryomen Sukuna, the first vampire.

He didn't need food to stay alive. No, he was completely immune to aging, and he only craved one thing: blood. It was noted in his case file that he would drink any type of blood, but he had a strong liking towards human blood. One pint of blood, which is a sustainable amount to lose, was enough to satiate Sukuna for a month. However, vampires since then have gotten way more greedy, sucking humans completely dry recklessly.

Then, they started popping up everywhere. Some were bitten, but the "supreme" were the ones who naturally evolved into vampires without being turned by one.

Humans were now not at the top of the food pyramids. For the first time ever, humans were the prey. To help with the overpopulation, the group of the undead proposed a solution.

Cull the herd.

Once every three months, vampires were allowed to hunt humans for sport. Of course, this wasn't the only time they killed or fed off humans. Rogue vampires feasted upon human blood anytime they wanted, but the more civilized vampires waited for the culling to drink from a human.

Bunkering down for the night, you closed yourself into a small closet in the innermost portion of your house. You made sure every door and window was locked, and you prayed to whatever deity was out there that the vampires wouldn't bother you.

They must've not heard your prayers.

You were clutching a wooden stake in your palm as you heard the crashing through your window. Your other hand covered your mouth, trying to mask your breathing. It was no real use though. The vampire could practically smell you from outside your house.

He effortlessly ripped your closet door right off the hinges. His light blue hair was long, and there were stitches all along his body. He admired with with a wild grin and devilish heterochromatic eyes.

"I seem to have found myself a treat!" He claps his hands together, acting as if he just won a claw machine. "Come, darling. You and I both know you're not going to use that stake."

Your entire body trembles as you clasp the stake harder, aiming it at him. "I'll do it!" You cry out, backing yourself further in the corner.

"This is futile. Don't make it harder than it has to be. I'll try not to kill ya." The vampire gives a wide eerie smile, and his sharp pointed fangs were immediately noticeable. You could immediately tell that he was lying straight through his teeth.

You have to do something or else he'll just toy with you like a mouse. You charge straight for him, rearing the stake back to try to stab it through his heart.

"So rude!" He scoffs as he effortlessly grabs your wrist and yanks it above your head. Your arm almost feels like it's going to rip out of your socket.

"Let go of me!" You shriek as you try to yank your arm back, but he was too strong. His hand only tightened around yours, forcing the stake out of your hand. It falls to the ground with a thud.

"You're lucky you're worth the trouble, brat, or I would've already killed you!" He yells, getting more frustrated with your struggling. His head leans near your neck, and you're entire body tenses. Goosebumps rise on your flesh as he takes his time sniffing you. You let out a pathetic cry as you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the bite.

This was it.

Before you can even react, your arm is let go, and the sound of crashing catches your attention. Quickly opening your eyes, you see another vampire has the blue-haired one pinned to the wall away from you by his head. The new vampire was much more built than the first one. He had a head of white hair, but you couldn't see his face yet.

Until, he turns to you as his hand crushes the other vampire's head into the wall. It practically explodes like popping a really full tick. Blood and brain matter splatter against your walls.

Your body is completely frozen by fear as you can't help but stare at the new vampire's eyes. His blue eyes beamed in the moonlight, almost glowing in the dark. He's devastatingly handsome with a sculpted jaw and nose. He had long white eyelashes and full lips. He slowly allows his hand to drop, allowing for the vampire's deceased body to slump against the ground.

Small whimpers escape your mouth as you search for any conviction to run. You have to get away from him. If you had little chance of surviving that first vampire, then you had no chance of surviving this one.

He leisurely walks up to you, eyes never leaving yours until he's right in front of you. He then inspects your neck closely. "Are you hurt?" He asks calmly as if he didn't just end someone's life so casually.

"N-no.." Your voice meekly trembles out. Your knees are practically rattling together from fear.

"Do you have a death wish..?" He asks as he leans away from your neck. His eyes are nearly half-lidded as he looked at you with such a bored expression. He then leans down and picks up the wooden stake that you were holding on to.

"No, I-" You go to explain yourself, but he rudely cuts you off.

"Stab me." He instructs while handing the stake back over to you.

Your mind is reeling, unable to comprehend why he would give you permission to use his weakness against him. "What..?"

"I said stab me. If you don't have a death wish, stab me." He repeats as he tucks his arms behind his back, and he even leans his chest out to you.

You look at the wooden stake in your hand, and you look up at the vampire who just killed one of his own to save you? You raise your hand unconvincingly, and you completely clam up.

"You don't have it in your heart, do you?" He asks as he stares at the stake in your hand. "Even when given the permission, you can't find it within you to kill."

Your head drops in shame. If this mysterious vampire wasn't there, you'd be dead from the blue-haired vampire thanks to your noncommittal attack against him.

"Foolish." He clicks his tongue disapprovingly before snatching the stake from your hand and diving it into his own chest.

"Wait-! W-what-?" You shout in a panic, watching as red liquid slowly starts to stain his white shirt. You immediately move to his aid, yanking the stake out of his chest. "Why would you do that? Do you have a death wish?" Your hands press harshly against his chest trying to stop the bleeding.

"Foolish human." He repeats as his other hand comes up and gently pets your head. "Wooden stakes are a myth, sweets. They do nothing to us." He reveals quietly as his large hand continues to softly rub your head. "See for yourself."

Confused, you slowly lift your hands, and you see the wound had already closed. His body had healed it that quickly.

"I don't... Everyone knows that's your weakness.." You pout as you look at his blood along your hands.

"It's a myth that we allow you to believe, so you all continue your futile efforts to stop us." He reveals as he takes your hands and gently cleans them off with a handkerchief that he kept in his pocket.

"Then why tell me...?" You quietly ask, feeling your heart pound in your chest from a mix of nervousness and adrenaline.

"It's not like you have any real intention to kill me." He flashes a smile at you, and he tosses the wooden stake into your fireplace. "You don't want to kill, yet you don't want to die. Are you looking to score a role as a feeder?"

Your body shudders from the idea. Certain vampires kept "feeders", also known as humans who voluntarily offer up their blood for whenever their vampire is hungry. There was mutual benefit for both parties involved. The feeder was practically granted with protection from all vampires, and the vampire no longer had to hunt for food.

"I'm not a farm animal." You retort as you cross your arms over your chest.

"No, perhaps not." He muses as he slowly tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. "But you're not a fighter either, sweets. Unfortunately, this world wasn't made for people like you." His finger tips delicately stroke your cheek down to your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. "Do yourself a favor and agree to be my feeder. I can't protect you if not."

"What-!?" You shout a bit too loudly, and he gives you a disapproving look.

"I didn't stutter. Be my feeder and live, or stay here and die. Your choice."

You stare at him with a slightly frightened look. Your eyebrows are pinched together, and your lips are in a small pout as your consider his options. He was right. If you stayed behind, you would most certainly die. The only reason another vampire hasn't came to eat you alive is because they can sense his strong aura in your home, warding the others away.

"I... okay, f-fine. I'll be your.... feeder or whatever." You finally mutter out, and he sticks his hand out to you.

"It's a binding vow then. You be my feeder, and I'll protect you from all harm that comes your way." You stare at his hand and take a deep breath. A binding vow that's broken only ends in death, but what choice did you have? Your hand reaches out and shakes his in a defeated matter.

"Great. Glad that's over. Hop on." He immediately instructs as he turns his back towards you. He bends his knees and holds his arms behind him, obviously wanting you to get on his back.

"What-?" You immediately ask, taking a step back from him.

"Well, we aren't staying here, sweets, and I don't know about you, but something tells me that uber drivers aren't going to be out tonight." He sasses as he urges you to get on his back. It was the start of your new life.

As you slowly climb onto his back, his hands hold onto your the backs of your thighs, securing your body to him tightly. Your arms wrap around his neck. "Oh, by the way, I would've protected you for free." He smirks before running a lightspeed away from your home, knocking the breath from your lungs.

*** *** ***

Being Satoru's feeder wasn't all bad. It's been a few months since you two had met during the culling. You've been slowly getting use to living with him.

For one, he's filthy rich, and he has no real use for money. He lives in an entirely too big mansion that's completely paid off. He even has kitchen staff and cleaning staff to take care of the house for him.

For two, he's so... vain and out of touch with reality.

Since he's taken you in, you've learned that Satoru is one of the supreme. His body had naturally evolved in the predator-like state he's in. Though, he claims that he was very strong before evolving as well.

Not only is he a supreme, he's well-known in the vampire community apparently, which you find that hard to believe considering he never leaves his mansion unless it's to attend a night event. You were allowed to leave. It's not like you were his prisoner or anything, but he demanded to be with you no matter where you went to protect you.

You've gathered crumbs of information about him from the kitchen staff and maids, but Satoru was an open book himself as well. He would answer whatever question you proposed, though you couldn't distinguish how much of his answer he was boasting.

The feeding was surprisingly easy to get use to. Satoru rarely fed on you, and when he did, he was extra careful each time. His fangs would sink into your wrist, and he'd drink just enough to get by before promptly releasing you.

He fed at night mostly, which made sense because of his waking hours. He had given you your own chamber in the house when you agreed to be his feeder, and he'd quietly slip into your room at night. By the sixth or seventh time, your body had grown accustomed to his nighttime visits. You'd unconsciously offer up your wrist when you heard the door creak open in your sleep.

Tonight was like any of those nights. Around three in the morning, Satoru quietly slipped into your bedroom. His stomach ached in pain from hunger. He would only drink what he absolutely needed, never quite quenching his thirst for you as he was very cautious with you're well-being. He was practically starving himself.

You were peacefully sleeping in your bed, looking as angelic as ever. He admired your face while you were blissfully unaware. His hand raked through your hair gently, and you stirred just enough to hold your wrist out to him.

If he wasn't so damn hungry, he'd take his time admiring your beauty, but his stomach was grumbling as he stood over your bed. Bending down to your wrist, he took a deep breath of your delicious scent. You probably had no idea that your blood type was rare - the sweetest amongst humans. He got so damn lucky running into you during the culling.

His lips pressed a gentle kiss against the thin skin of your vulnerable wrist. He then pressed another, more sensual kiss into your skin right against the pulse point of your wrist. Feeding was such an intimate act between vampires and consensual feeders, and the fact that you allowed him to do this while you're at your most vulnerable drove him completely mad.

"Sa-toru?" Your voice was a breathy yawn as you must've woken up from his incessant kissing.

"Shhh, sweets. Go back to sleep. I'm just... going to drink a bit.." He whispers softly as he looks up at your sleepy face.

"Drink or make out with my wrist?" You ask with a lazy smile, causing him to chuckle a bit.

"Maybe a bit of both if my feeder allows it." He retorts with a grin before his stomach loudly grumbles.

You sit up slightly as you look at him with a confused gaze. "You must be really hungry." You softly murmur before scooting over in your bed and patting a spot for him. "I'll go back to sleep... just take what you need."

Satoru almost feels like a nervous teenage boy when you invite him into your bed. He doesn't object though, slipping between the sheets next to your warm body. He nearly purrs in contentment. It had been far too long since he had felt warm.

Your body nuzzles into his side, and you gently press your wrist up to his lips. Your eyes had already slipped back closed again.

"Sleepyhead." He muses with a soft smile. His stomach angrily growls at him once more, and he finally decides not to waste anymore time. He flutters his eyes closed, and his fangs pierce through your skin. He's immediately rewarded with the taste of your sweet blood, and he almost instantly feels rejuvenated.

He gently suckles the blood out from your wrist. His hand was idly stroking yours as he drank from you. The air in the room feels so soothing and familiar between the two of you.

He only holds your wrist for few minutes before forcing himself back away from your sweet taste. His tongue gently laps at the the small puncture wounds on your wrist, hoping to soothe the pain slightly. He's still painfully hungry, but he knows he can live off of what little bit he took.

You flutter your eyes open to look at him - having been pretending to sleep so he wouldn't dillydally. "That wasn't nearly enough." You say as you furrow your eyebrows. His stomach growls to only further your suspicions.

"Who are you to tell me what's enough?" Satoru laughs off your concern as he goes to slide out of your bed.

"I'm being serious, Toru." You say as your hand clasps onto his shirt, preventing him from leaving your bed. "Don't think I haven't noticed how sluggish you are recently."

"Who are you calling sluggish? I'm plenty energetic." He argues back as he looks down at you.

"Toru, please. I'm asking you to feed." You pout up at him. "I'm seriously fine. You never ever take a feasible amount."

The sight of you - a human - caring so passionately about him and his needs has his face turning red within seconds. He looks down at your small pout, and he finally relents.

"Only because you said please. Not because I need it or anything like that." He gripes as he gets back comfortable next to you. "Other wrist. That one will be too sore if I bite it again." He instructs, and you offer up your other wrist. However, the positioning is quite uncomfortable to maintain. He'd have to twist your arm to reach your wrist.

"What about my neck..?" You quietly offer, even pulling back your hair to reveal the flesh of your neck. He's almost immediately drooling at the sight.

"The neck hurts worse than the wrists do. Are you sure you want that? It also leaves quite the mark." He informs you, but you've already made up your mind. Your body is turned facing his, and your head is already tilted for him.

"Neck is fine." You answer calmly as you flutter your eyes closed again, trusting him with your life so willingly as if he isn't some monster.

Satoru carefully dips his head down between your shoulder and your jaw, and he once again kisses your skin. It's almost compulsory to do so. A pleasured hum emits from your throat as your hands find his silky white hair.

It's taking every ounce of self control he has not to pounce on you and ravish you in more ways than just one. The primal urges to feed and fuck consume his brain entirely.

He tries to push those thoughts aside as he bites down on your neck. A small moan escapes past your lips, and he can't quite tell if it's a pained or pleasured one. Either way, his dick painfully throbs within the confinements of his clothes.

Maybe it's a placebo, but he swears that your blood is sweeter around your neck. He assumes it has to be because it's closer to your heart. He groans as he sucks the blood from your neck, taking in more substance from you.

The room is filled with small moans and muffled grunts between the two of you. Your neck is incredibly sensitive in the best way possible, making each suckle feel divine from his mouth. Your body shivers in anticipation as you fee your arousal growing - an insatiable heat between your thighs.

Satoru isn't immune either. He can feel your pulse, smell your scent, and hear your pretty moans. He knows the effect he's having on you, and it only works to make him even more horny than he already was.

When your hips start to subtly rock against his body, searching for any friction, all of his self control leaves his body. He immediately moves to pin you down beneath him with his fangs still buried into your neck.

Your hands shamelessly claw at his back through his shirt, and your legs wrap around his waist. Small needy whimpers and whines escape you.

He knows he should stop soon. He's drank almost a pint from you, but his mind is struggling to make his body cooperate. He can't get enough from you. He craves to devour you whole.

"Please.." Your small breathy plea catches his attention as your hips lift up to meet his again, and a new craving takes over his mind.

He pulls from your neck, but he doesn't lap at the bite wounds. Your blood freely trickles down your neck. His breath hitches in his throat as he swears he's never seen anything more erotic in his life.

His hands immediately go to the waist band of your pajama pants as he feels like he's in a frenzy. He can't be bothered to consider the logistics of fucking you and how he might unintentionally hurt you. His brain is only focused on getting his dick into you as quickly as possible.

Ripping off your pants and panties in one solid tug, he throws your discarded clothing onto the floor. "Satoru.." Your small voice whines as you lift your hips up.

"'m gonna take care of you, promise." He mumbles as his one of his hands sink between your thighs and the other works to get his own pants off of him. "Have to prep you first." His pants and boxers hit the ground.

"N-no.." You whimper out, desperate for his length already.

“Yes sweets.” He argues as he settles between your legs. “I’ll hurt you if not.”

“Want you to hurt me..”

“Don’t…” He has to close his eyes to erase the image of you looking down so pitifully, asking him to hurt you. “Don’t say that to me..”

“Please Toru~” You whine as he’s thumb starts to rub gentle circles around your clit. A wet clacking noise filled the room as you were already soaked.

“Such a fuckin’...” He grunts as he gives into your sweet pleas. His hand guides his tip towards your fluttering cunt. “‘m not gonna be able to stop if you let me do this..”

“D-don’t stop.. I want this, please..”

His eyes fixate on your blood stained neck from where he fed on you just moments ago, and he leans his head down to lap up the sweet blood against your skin. “I warned ya.”

Satoru forces his length into your entrance, stretching you out around his size. Your fingernails dig into his back as you let out cries of pain and pleasure. He hurts in just the best way, leaving you wanting more.

“Shit.. feel s’good, sweets.” He moans as he buries himself deeper. Your wet heat slowly envelops him, squeezing around him like a vice. “So fuckin’ wet and tight for me… my good girl.” He purrs as his hips pull back before he sinks into you once again.

“Hah… oh god.. t-too big.” You manage to moan out as you can practically feel your heartbeat in your cunt. The room fills with squelching noises as Satoru rolls his hips slowly at first.

Your gummy walls squishing around him drives him absolutely feral. His caution is out the window as he pummels into you repeatedly. The headboard of your bed smacks harshly against your wall, and your poor mattress wails in agony as he fucks you into it.

“What are you so.. ngh~ .. wet for, huh? Love me using your body, don’t you?” He grunts as his hips snap back and forth. Your eyes start to cross as you swear you can feel him in your throat.

“Y-yes!” You pathetically cry in response. Your back arches up off the bed as you feel yourself already nearing your orgasm. “T-toru-! I.. I think I’m gonna..” You stumble over your words, unable to formulate what you’re trying to say.

“Cum for me, baby. Make a mess on my cock.. ‘s okay.” He slurs into your ear, completely pussy drunk already. In his defense, he hasn’t gotten any in a long, long time.

“Fuuuck~! Ah~ I’m coming..” You cry out to him as your hands grip onto his shoulders. Your toes literally curl your poor cunt clenches around him, juices roll down his cock so leisurely from your arousal.

“Yeeaahh, that’s it.” He purrs as he rides out your orgasm. “Atta girl.”

You slowly start to relax as you come down from your high until you see Satoru’s hands gripping the headboard. “You can take more, can’t you?” He asks in a way where it doesn’t even sound like a question. He’s telling you that you’re gonna take more.

Satoru has to be conscious about how much of his strength he’s using. He’s one small accident away from ripping your headboard off your bed frame.

Still, he uses the headboard as leverage to fuck you harder. “Fuck. C’mere.” He growls as he gathers your thighs and places your legs on his shoulders, putting you in a mating press.

His thrusts don’t relent in the slightest. His heavy balls smack against your plush ass with each stroke. “‘m never letting you go, sweets.” He mumbles as his thrusts start to falter. “… gonna have to pry me away from this pussy. She’s all mine.”

You’re completely blissed out, only able to moan and agree with his delusional ramblings.

“Mine.” He declares again as he rails himself into you. His tip kisses your womb with each harsh thrust. His pleasure starts to coil in his stomach as he’s so close. The headboard completely snaps as he forgets to manage his strength while he’s on the cusp of an orgasm.

Not even stopping for a moment, Satoru leans his head down, and he bites down into your neck again. Your sweet delectable blood coats his teeth and tongue before he pulls away. He bites again and again, completely marking up your neck and shoulders before be spills himself deep inside you. “God… fuck!” He groans as he releases your shoulder.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, he glances down at his seed trickling down from your pretty hole. “You’re makin’ a mess, sweets.” He comments with a lazy smirk before admiring the artwork he created on your neck and shoulders.

You glance up at him with poor needy eyes. Your cheeks are tear stained from the intense pleasure mixed with the bites. His cock twitches pitifully inside you from the sight.

“You can take another round, right? Need to use your cute cunt just a bit more.” Satoru groans as he’s already started fucking his cum back into your hole.

[suguruspit]

begging for you

18+ MDNI!! // Choso x reader, vampire!Choso

cw; blood mention (vamp related not graphic!), begging, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation (choso)

summary: after intense battles choso needs to replenish blood, something he finds no particular pleasure in until he finds you. he makes sure you get something out of it, and he loves you. <3

Choso was a patient man- half man? He still wasn’t sure what he technically classed as, as if it mattered. Being born to a half curse had its side-effects, not to mention existing as a cursed womb death painting for over a hundred years before being able to stretch his legs. His brothers manifested in ways that made them outwardly more ‘cursed’, whereas he seemed to have settled into his body quite well. 

Noritoshi Kamo possessed the Blood Manipulation technique, it was inherited and therefore part of the body, meaning Kenjaku had been able to pass it down to him. Blood Manipulation, as it seems, is a lot more complicated than simply telling your blood where to go. Using blood in battle has its setbacks, and if the opponent is smart, they won’t let the fluid return to your body. 

Which means, in short, Choso needs to replenish it in less than conventional ways. 

There’s the traditional blood bags which he used to get Kechizu to steal off the back of the transportation vans, preying on smaller animals which tasted rotten and gamey, or… feeding off of humans. 

Choso likes humans, they can be misguided and psychopathic but that's the minority of them, and he’s half-human himself so he has a sense of some connection to them, which means he doesn’t prefer the final method as it isn’t in his ideals to harm another human when there isn’t necessity to do so. 

Unfortunately, though, it happens to be the best way to replenish his blood and feed his strength after battle. What’s fortunate, though, is he met you. Who doesn’t seem to mind this affliction of his at all.

However, as patient as he is, as intelligent as he is, when it comes to you that just isn't the case/

"Fuck," Choso breathes, taking in the sight below him. You were both on your bed because it was twice the size of the one Jujutsu Tech gave him. Your hair was fanned out across the pillows, legs spread with your knees half up as you caught your breath. "S'good for me."

You whine, hands covering your eyes in embarrassment as Choso just hovers above you, staring, admiring his handy work. Pink, angry marks shiny with spit were dotted across your thighs and stomach, leading up to your chest where they tapered off into nip marks instead.

Choso can never get enough. He's greedy, he knows that he just doesn't deserve any of this but you're here, you're with him. So perfect, angelic, his savior.

"Cho?" You ask quietly, not wanting to spook him out of whatever he's got on his mind, but your thighs are grinding together and you can feel your own slick sticking them together. "You okay baby?"

"Can I touch you?" Choso answers in a whisper, hands ghosting above your breasts as his scar starts to leak pin-pricks of blood on his nose as he gets flustered.

"You already have been," You laugh breathlessly, but you take his hand anyway and guide it to your chest, letting out a quiet moan as he squeezes gently, smoothing his thumb over the soft flesh of it.

He leans down before taking a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently, his eyes rolling back at the noises you make for him. He ruts his hips against the sheets and whines around his mouthful, making you bite your lip so hard you taste blood.

"Fuck, don't," Choso whines, his cool forehead leaning against the warmth of your stomach. His hand is moving quickly beneath you, and you feel heat stir in you at the realisation of what that means.

Your blood hangs in the air, a scent of metal and arousal, and Choso begs you to let him have it, let him earn it.

This leads to him desperately eating you out, tongue lapping up every trace of your taste that he can, whining whilst he does it and humping the mattress. Choso loves tasting you, something about it is so addicting, and he can't decide if he loves that more or the refreshing blood that flows through your veins, the blood that spills out fresh and warm onto his tongue when he bites down as you flutter around him.

Just the thought of it has him panting on to you, he sits up to press a thumb to your clit, rubbing gentle circles as he grunts above you, spilling his own release onto the bed.

You laugh breathlessly in between moans as you feel that familiar coil of heat in your stomach, and your thighs twitch at each circle of his fingers. Always so eager to please you he can never last.

"You're so beautiful," Choso moans out, cheeks pink and scar open and flowing now. He's rutting into the air, before he looks at you and lets his fangs drop so that they're denting his bottom lip. "Can I? I'll be good, I promise, princess. I'll be good for you."

You spread your legs with a groan, reaching out to take his hand as he frames over you, holding your hand and pushing inside, both of you groaning at the stretch.

"Oh god," Choso whimpers, hand gripping yours like his life depends on it. Blood from his nose drips onto your chest and flows like a slowing river down your stomach to join the mess you're both making. "You're so perfect."

"Fuck, Cho," You whimper. He's so big and the burning stretch as he starts a rhythm is just so good. He's so beautiful like this, thin bangs sticking to him with sweat and cheeks flushed a pretty pink making his nose scar stand out with a beautiful crimson. "So good for me, won't last baby, wanted you too much." You confess, hoping he can feel how desperate you really are, your slick already dripping on the bed and mixing with his come from earlier and that trail of blood.

Choso whines, rutting his hips into you, his rhythm failing slightly as you tighten around him. So close. He pants, before biting his lip and doubling his efforts, hips snapping and fucking into you roughly as you cry out against the pillows.

His index finger finds your clit again, sliding as your slick makes it slippery and wet. That band is getting tighter and tighter, but he hasn't bitten you yet, and you know that's what he needs.

"Cho, baby," You pant out, your hand reaches out to brush against his lips, catching his fangs slightly at the with-draw, making him whine and stutter his hips. "M'close, bite me, please, need you to." It's more of an incoherent babble, but you know he must get the message because he closes his eyes, tears leaking out from overstimulation before he finally leans down into your neck.

You can feel the tears drip down and cool your hot skin, and you bite your lip in anticipation. You really wanted to wait, to make the whole thing longer but you were so so close you felt like crying yourself, he was hitting all the right spots with such confidence and still abusing your clit which hurt just right.

"Can I?" Choso begs against your neck, breath ghosting against your jugular and you feel feverish. He's close, leaking impossibly inside you as he asks your permission. "Please, can't wait. Please."

"Yes!" You cry out, feeling yourself slip over that supernova of an edge, your walls flutter around him, pulling him in even tighter as your release coats him, creamy and wet and making you so tight that Choso sobs out against your neck.

His tongue teases your neck, following your vein before he lets out a prayer and a thank you and finally, finally, sinks his teeth into your warm and waiting flesh.

You gasp and whimper as it sets of a second wave of your orgasm, and you feel your vision go white. Choso is groaning and sobbing as he sucks your blood into his waiting mouth, his hips snapping up twice before he's coming hard, his hips humping you almost as it comes and comes. You feel it flowing down your thighs and your eyes slip close as you just let him have his way, knowing how much better he's going to feel in a minute.

It's not like you don't get anything out of this. Secretly, you hope he's off on another mission soon if it means this is the gift you get on his return.

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sorry that i dropped a singular fic and left for months I was getting over my embarrasment

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

TW: SOMNOPHILIA (READER GAVE THEIR CONSENT AT AN EARLIER TIME)

Aaron can't take his mind off of you the entire way home from a week long case in Portland. That's seven long days and nights he's had to make do with his fist and a bottle of lotion, just imagining it was you. You've been working night shifts and weren't able to facetime with him like you usually would when he''s away and you're both feeling needy.

He drops his go-bag at the door of your shared apartment, shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his shoes, leaving a trail of clothing towards the bedroom. After 7 night shifts in a row this week, there's no doubt in Aaron's mind about just where he'll find you, it's 3am and he knows how hard you have to try to change your sleeping schedule after a week like this. He breathes out a sigh of relief at the sight of your sleeping form, buried under the covers in the middle of the bed, you're face down, with your nose buried in his pillow, no doubt breathing in his scent, letting it comfort you in his absence.

You left the nightlights in the hall and at the foot of the bed on for him, and his heart warms at just how thoughtful you are of him stumbling around in the dark. But the warmth in his chest is nothing compared to the heat in his cheeks after he has shed the rest of his suit and peeled back the layers of blankets over you to reveal your beautiful ass, covered only by a thin pair of lace panties, and positioned perfectly for him to admire it.

He feels himself pitching a tent in his boxers as he recalls a conversation the two of you had quite early in your relationship, about how you wouldn't mind the other person waking you however they deemed appropriate, or them using you however they need to. He sits back on his haunches behind you in the bed and palms himself at the thought of bring inside of you, finally inside of you after seven long days. He knows this can't wait til the morning, the weariness deep in his bones nothing compared to the fire now burning in his belly as he runs his hand over your thigh, checking how deeply you're sleeping. He slinks back to the doorway where he had discarded his tie, taking it back to the bed and tying your wrists gently together behind your back. Not tight enough to hurt, but certainly enough to hold them together.

He sheds himself of the last layer of clothing, hissing when his strained cock hits his stomach, snapping free from his waistband. He knows exactly how he's going to take you.

He drops to his elbows, making just enough space between your legs for him to lay behind you, and he licks a long stripe up your slit, from your clothed clit all the way up to your hole. He feels his hips move against the bed of their own volition as he gets his first taste of you, even through your panties. He loses his control then, quick to pull your panties down your legs, leaving them around one ankle in his hurry to taste you properly, like a man starved.

He starts slowly, suckling and nibbling at your clit and your folds, before you start shifting against him in your sleep, which only stirs him on. He uses his hands to spread you open so he can dive in, his tongue exploring everywhere it can reach inside of you. When he feels your walls start constricting around his tongue he knows you're close and he moans, loudly. The deep sound causing further vibrations throughout your body as your arms start moving above him, your fingertips finding his hair as you awake with a series of groans. Your sounds only cause Aaron's hips to start grinding against the bed as he continues his onslaught on your pussy.

Aaron knows you, and he can tell from your writhing that you're close but you need more, so he runs his fingers through your slick, coating his digits before he slips one into your greedy cunt. You let out a long moan as he adds a second, and begins curling them against you. He's very upset that all your sounds are being muffled by the pillow you're pressing your face into but his disappointment is countered when you manage to grab at his hair, tugging it. He speeds up his frenzied attack with his mouth and fingers working in tandem to bring you to the edge, before he replaces his fingers with his tongue once more, bringing his thumb to circle your clit furiously, his attempts to reach deeper into you are only causing the tip of his nose to toy playfully with your ass. This causes your grip on his hair to border on painful as you scream into your pillow, pulling at his roots, and he can taste your release on his tongue.

He rides you out through the waves of your orgasm before he pulls back, panting, and only now realising how badly he's strained his jaw in his attempts to lap up every drop of your slick. Now that he's sure you're ready, he kneels again, shuffling up behind you and using his mess covered hand to pump his leaking cock, knowing he doesn't need any more lubrication, having already coated his entire chin and nose in your juices.

He picks your hips up, sliding his pillow underneath you, so that you're at a higher angle for him, as he comes up behind you, peppering your back with kisses on his way up. He still has the full body urge to pound you into the mattress just so he can feel your vice grip on his cock once more, but now that you're awake he wants to make sure you're okay with this.

"What a way to wake a girl up, Aaron. Welcome home indeed." You laugh, as his stubble tickles at your neck, and he places kisses behind your ear.

"I've been thinking about stuffing you full of my cock for over 180 hours now, but who's counting?" Your hips stir at both his raspy, horny, sleep deprived voice in your ears and at the thought of his leaking cock finally making its home in your cunt once again.

"Well, don't stop on my account, please. Take everything you need." Aaron can feel your arms trying to free themselves from his tie but he needs no further encouragement as he pumps his cock once, twice more, lining it up with your entrance before he pauses to tease your clit with his head, flicking it and collecting the last dripping beads of your slick on his shaft. He hears you almost whimper in anticipation, but he can't hear you clearly enough. He tugs on your tied wrists, pulling you back against him so your face is off the pillow.

"Be sure to let me hear you, little girl. You know how daddy feels about you voicing your pleasure, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes, sir, just please, please fuck me already!" You practically cry, and Aaron knows he's done for, as if he could ever say no to you.

In one swift motion, he begins burying himself to the hilt, letting out a rather loud groan at the feeling of your hot, wet, spasming pussy stretching to accomodate his size, like always. He keeps one hand gripping at your wrists as his other hand takes you by the hip, pulling to ensure he's as deep as he can reach, allowing you just a minute to adjust before he starts moving, slowly at first. But hard thrusts, making sure the very tip of his dick collides beautifully with your g-spot each time. He feels your walls clench around him when he does and he knows he's not going to last very long at all, so he'd better make this worthwhile. He speeds up, pulling out to the last inch before pounding his length back into you, hearing a whine escape your mouth each time he buries himself inside you.

He's close, too close, after a week of fucking his fist with nothing but the topless polaroid he keeps of you in his wallet to help him, he's completely drowning in the pleasure of the real thing, of your tight pussy clamping down around his throbbing cock. He pulls your wrists further back against him, using his hand under your hip to guide your torso to be pushing back against his, now sitting back on your knees, he's almost fucking up into you now, letting gravity do his back a favour by pulling you back down on top of him after each thrust. Now, his free hand snakes around to your clit, quickly starting to rub tight circles on it in the way he knows will always get your thighs rubbing together in no time. The sounds in the room can only be described as pornographic, his balls clapping against your folds and the wet squelch of your mixed pleasure each time he stuffs you with his cock.

You're quick to release a string of curses along with Aaron's name as he can feel every vein in his neck straining, he must be practically purple trying to not spill his seed until you've cum around his cock once more. He feels your telltale bucking of your hips as the first wave of your second orgasm washes over you and he lets out a massive breath, before almost screaming your name as his thrusts become messier and his spasming cock paints your insides with hot white ropes of his cum.

It takes him almost two minutes to regain the ability to breathe and speak, and as the sound of thrumming blood in his ears gives way to normal sound, he can hear your sweet voice soothing him, telling him what a good boy he is and how well he did for you. He can feel your poor hands still pinned between the two of you playing with the hair beneath his belly button, making him realise he still needs to help you out. He unties your wrists, apologising for being so lost in his own pleasure that your poor shoulders must be aching.

"It's okay, Aaron, I was too far gone to even feel anything straining."

"Good, that's good." he says quietly, still clearly frazzled from just how hard his orgasm had hit him. He's softening inside you as he moves the two of you to lay on your side, and he pulls out. With a kiss on your shoulder, he pads off to the bathroom, returning with two wet washcloths. One to clean the growing sticky messes between both of your thighs and another for his face, still coated in your slick.

He discards the washcloths back by the basin and crawls into bed, caging you in his arms and declaring that he will never ever let you work that many night shifts in a row again, he just misses you too much. You can only form half the words to assure him you missed him every bit as much, as your sentence trails off and you drift back to your slumber, now much more content, sleeping in his arms.

This post is nsfw minors DNI****

Okay so this has been sitting in my inbox for a good while and I didn't know how to respond to it. So I have decided not to add anything because this is just an entire smut fic on its own.

I'll add warnings but of course I can't add the read more feature.

Warnings: Smut, somnophilia, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), reader is tied, masturbation, I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh @luvehotch @callm3c0nfus3d @ivyflowers13 @randomuserrs

Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11 @htchnr

[ddejavvu]

hey!! i saw your post about step dad hotch… I AM RIGHT THERE WITH YOU. i wanted to share this idea i had in case you have the time and interest to write it: (somno + very light breeding in here too) reader is sleeping on her stomach in her room and aaron had a long day at the office (daddy works hard) and needs to relieve some stress, maybe reader’s mom is asleep or out of town, so he comes in her room, takes off his suit jacket off and neatly folds it on a dresser, ROLLS HIS SLEEVES UP, and then crawls on her bed and straddles the backs of her thighs, yada yada this is where you work your magic, then before he leaves he pushes his cum back into her where it was leaking out maybe murmurs something about it being “where it belongs”. idk if the reader would wake up or not but i would be super grateful if you have the chance to write this #WELOVEYOUSTEPDADHOTCH

this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni.

!!!!!!!! so this is consensual somno for those concerned, but still dark (consensual free use agreement), so don't like, don't read.

There's only one thing on Aaron's mind as he pulls into the garage, clicking the door sensor so that it lowers behind his car: you. Your mother is away for the week on business, though he's almost certain she's messing around with her secretary, so he'd proposed an arrangement with you.

Since you're not often able to be together whenever you want, typically hiding away or keeping quiet, Aaron suggested that you took up a free use agreement. You hadn't quite understood at first, but as he'd explained the concept to you, your thighs had clenched, and he knew he had you. Eagerly you'd accepted his offer, waiting with growing anticipation for when he'd need to use you.

Pity you wouldn't be awake to appreciate the first time.

Aaron doesn't even bother taking his jacket off, socked feet pounding against the carpeted stairs towards your room. Your door is left open only a few inches, and even though he knows your mother won't be home for days, he shuts and locks it after he steps in.

You're a vision, splayed out on your stomach, cheek pressed into your pillow. It means that the sleep shorts you have on are not only on display, but they're riding up to showcase the globes of your ass.

Peeling them off is easy, and Aaron sheds his own clothing, jacket draped neatly over your dresser. You don't wake at the sound of the button hitting the wood, and he rolls his sleeves up quietly.

He takes more time with your panties than your shorts, pressing one of his long, thick fingers against your slit. He makes sure to put the most pressure against your clit, the tip of his finger nudging it. It twitches under his touch, and he smiles to himself.

You don't stir as the mattress dips, Aaron's knees on either side of your thighs. You don't wake at the sound of his belt unbuckling either, or at the feeling of your panties being peeled away from your pussy.

His cock lays heavy and thick in his hand, hardening by the second as his eyes roam your figure. Your ass is bared, and the smallest glimpse of your pussy peeks out from beneath your curves.

Aaron slots his cock under your ass, pressing it just like he had his finger up to your slit. You shift at the warmth, brows furrowing ever so slightly. Then he slides a hand beneath your ass, prodding gently at the lips of your cunt and spreading them to allow for easy access. Normally, he'd watch, riveted, as your greedy cunt swallowed his cock. But because you're on your stomach, he can't, so he guides with his fingers instead. it means that, not only do you have his thick digits pressing at your core, but his cock, too, which slides in with surprising ease. Apparently you're even easier to work up when you're sleeping than when you're awake, which is saying something considering last night's makeout session had you dripping.

"Good," He breathes, voice no more than a whisper in the darkness of your room, "Good job, sweetheart."

What he's praising you for is, of course, nothing. You don't move, you don't whine, you don't delay his pleasure in the slightest. It's like you know you're meant for his cock, lying there and taking it without a hitch.

When he ruts into you, his hips give it steam he hadn't meant to. It means that you rock forwards slightly, head bumping the headboard. He dips down, still slowly getting a pace set, and kisses your cheek where it's facing him on your pillow.

"Sorry, angel." He murmurs, tilting his head to rest his forehead against your heated skin, "You're okay."

The more he dotes on you, kisses to your jaw, nose nuzzled into your cheek, a hand steadying your hips as they shake, the harder it gets to restrain himself. Until finally, he's jackhammering into you, concern for your sleep schedule be damned. He needs you, and he needs you now.

"Shhh," He rasps, watching your eyelids flutter momentarily, "S'okay, honey, 's just me."

He's not sure if you really register the situation, because you don't force yourself awake to enjoy it. The soothing sound of his voice must have had you drowsy again, because no sooner have your eyes drifted open than they shut again, a soft whine spilling from between your dewy lips.

He finishes with a deep, throaty groan, muffled through gritted teeth into the skin of your neck. He kisses up the side of your throat on the way back up, then catches your lips.

"Thank you, honey." He croons, nudging his nose against a flyaway hair and tucking it away from your face, "You make the perfect toy."

When he pulls out, his cum oozes from your cunt, threatening to spill over your sheets. He rushes to plug you with his fingers, reaching for your panties amidst your tossing and turning. Or, attempted tossing and turning.

"Hold still, baby," He coos, dark eyes meeting your drowsy ones as you peer blearily up at him in the dark, "Everything's okay. Just cashing in on our agreement. That okay?"

You nod, somewhat uncoordinatedly, "Thanks, Aaron."

"Thank you, sweetheart," He slips your panties over your legs, and you let him clothe you after he pulls his fingers out. He gives a soft pat to your mound, "There, right where it belongs. Now go back to sleep," He murmurs, leaning down to kiss you, and in doing so, pressing his cum-stained fingers against your jaw, "And tomorrow, you can be awake for everything I do to you."

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Okay imagine Solomon being upset and jealous that MC doesn’t have a mark of his own on their body, MC notices this fact and gets the mark of Solomon tattooed onto their body. I’ve been so obsessed with this idea ever sense Solomon became my no.1 favorite character ever.

Ooh, yes, I've seen this floating around as well!

Solomon would be pleased on the outside, absolutely thrilled on the inside. I think having his own mark would satiate that jealousy, because now having his own mark on your body shows the world that you have a strong bond of trust and care. Just as you do with the brothers, if not more so.

I know many people have different headcanons about where each of the brothers' marks are on their MC's body, which usually have some sort of meaning. I suppose it's up to preference where you'd want to be permanently tattooed, but what if you got it in an area that was special to both of you?

Trying to be as inclusive as I can to everybody's headcanons of the brothers' marks, so take these with a grain of salt or come up with your own! :)

Perhaps Solomon has disclosed with you a certain part of your body that he just adores, an area he often touches in moments when it's just the two of you. Rubbing your knuckles or kissing the back of your hand when watching movies together, caressing the small of your back while you read over a passage from one of his spell books, right behind your ear where he rubs soft circles as you drift off to sleep in his bed, or brushing his lips against your shoulder as he holds you from behind while you make dinner.

Getting his mark in an area he dotes over, one that he never fails to touch or lavish with kisses in those near ritualistic moments, would be the ultimate gesture. Because for him, it would be an indication that the small things he does in the time he is granted with you mean something to you. They're special to you too.

That's the fluffy, sentimental version. Now I kinda want to explore the logistical or rational placing of his mark.

I was looking at the seal of Solomon, and noticed two things: the symbol for Saturn (the one that looks like an awkwardly drawn n) and the symbol for Mars (which interestingly enough, the Mars symbol seems to have the Sun's symbol in it as well. Mars is the "male" symbol, while the Sun is a circle with a dot in the center).

For quick reference, Saturn rules both Capricorn and Aquarius in traditional astrology - representing structure and discipline. Mars rules both Aries and Scorpio in traditional - representing drive and passion. And I'll go ahead and do the Sun's as well, it rules Leo - representing the ego.

Now, I mention this for one reason: medical astrology. Each part of the body (and its systems within) are ruled by a sign (quick fire examples: Capricorn - knees, Aquarius - calves, Aries - head, Scorpio - lower regions, Leo - spine). So, how impressed would he be if he realized you'd tattooed his mark in one of those areas? Just what he'd expect of his clever apprentice! (Even better if you got it on the left side of your body, as the left represents wisdom! Right is power, in case you wanted to know :)).

Perhaps by doing so, you invoke one of the qualities of those aforementioned planet rulings, like you find yourself being more responsible with the mark on your ankle or the back of your knee, maybe you're more authentic with it at the top of your spine, or more aggressive in your pursuits with it on your naval or behind your ear.

I think he'd be fascinated, and oddly flattered, that his mark influences you in a such way. Like he's indirectly influencing you. It'd be similar to how the brothers' sins on your body might make you act certain ways, like more greedy or more gluttonous.

Yeah, he'd be smitten with you and that mark wherever you end up putting it. Whatever makes you happy, as long as he has a little claim of you as well. Perhaps he'd create a mark that represents you to tattoo on his body... If there's room, ha!

[zph]

uaaahshskjs scara w piercings ‼️‼️ I'm not so sure if hes the type to have any but I've always loved the idea of him having piercings (I think snakebites + an industrial ear piercing would look so cool on him)

Thinking about scara accompanying you to get your first piercing, you're a bit nervous so you hold onto his hand and he lets you even if your hands are sweaty ahejqhwj also thinking about asking him which piercings would hurt the most + how long it would take to heal them ahwjjwjw

"Hey I'm thinking of getting a daith piercing, what do you think?"

Pain. Pain is the first word that comes into his mind.

- peach anon (aaaaa I hope you're ok!!! sorry if I pop into your inbox too often)

wrote a bit -> gn!reader + scaramouche. abt piercings. not proof read.

You’ve been playing around with his piercing for a while now.

First it started with running your fingers along his locks then it slowly shifted towards gently fidgeting with his piercing. You’d think your boyfriend would protest against this. But with sigh, he simply nudges his head closer, giving no mind for the way you been staring at his face then back at his ear.

“Hey, I’m thinking of getting a daith piercing, what do you think?”

Scaramouche slowly craned his head up, his hair askew, and his face contorted into surprise. He shoots you a squint before speaking: “Huh?”

In truth, he looked quite cute. You try to stifle the urge to laugh as you smooth down the mess on his head. “I’m being serious here.” Case in point, you firmly tucked his hair behind his ear to reveal the industrial piercing he got a few years ago. “This one wasn’t too bad yeah? Been thinking of getting one but well, in a different spot.”

It was funny seeing the way his lips purse in thought. “Depends on your pain tolerance.” He carefully adjusts to look at you better before his fingers slowly reaches towards your ear. He hums softly. “But who am I to tell you what to do?”

You shook your head, waving him off with a grin. “Well, do you think it would look good though?”

One light tap to your ear. “…It wouldn’t look bad.”

You lean closer. “What was that?”

He squints at you once more, unimpressed.

“So, yes or no.”

“I have to think about it.”

“Think harder.”

He rolled his eyes. “So greedy.” But he continues. “Takes months for it to heal. Getting pierced itself isn’t worth noting about though.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

You watch as he thinks for a bit. Enough to where you can see the mischief take shape in his eyes.

His face inched forward, tilting slightly until his forehead met with yours. He ease himself into your senses. Where you’d think if he drew any closer, he would have kissed you right then and there.

“Think of it as…” His finger taps for a second — but instead of a kiss, it was followed with one hard pinch . “….a hard pinch.” He snickered, relishing in your disappointment.

But before you could react, however, he immediately brushes his lips against your cheek. “Do whatever you like.” He whispers, tucking himself right back into your shoulder. “Just as long as you can handle it. Hah, I will even join you to the shop.”

(Or otherwise, his translation: Yes, it would look good. And yes, I will help you.)

You shake your head, already relenting to his touch. The pinch itself wasn’t exactly too bad, and that thought was enough to comfort you. “I will hold you to that.”

[sunny-mercya]

Rough Day

Steve McGarrett x Male Reader

Fandom -> Hawaii Five-0

Masterlist

A sinking feeling, which had settled into the deep pit of Steve's stomach—making it rumbling and twirling in an uncomfortable feeling, almost like vomit (and maybe it is it)—had settled free a greedy needing—none temptation with the sickly sweet mind alluring whispers—just desperate urgency, to drink as much Whiskey and Rum—and perhaps any other hard liquor in a big mixing—tonight, till Steve blacks out into an alcoholic poisoned coma.

Stepping into his house, Steve kicked his shoes off—not caring to put them onto the rack, how's he supposed to do and should—venturing into the kitchen, discarding his gun and badge—tossing them with carelessly onto the counter, creating a echoing thud—Steve racked through the cupboard for his special glas.

Sighing out a heavy breath, Steve goes into the living room—Television still on, meaning his husband still awake and Steve dreaded it to face you—crouching down to the small cabinet, clicking off the child-lock and taking out the best looking bottle.

Steve poured himself some Whiskey before stopping halfway and deciding to drink straight from the bottle instead.

Sitting here on the carpet floor, staring at the television—some drama and romance series being shown—and Steve thinks, while taking two more gulps of the heavy throat burning vanilla coated liquor, just how rough his job could be sometimes and just how cruel this world in reality is.

Sometimes Steve also wonders if he should even continue with what he does—the job he loves to do for living, to bring justice and arresting criminals—having thought about to maybe go into another field career of job, something more less dangerous and harmful—in both, psychical and mental ways—like being a teacher at the police academy or some office job perhaps.

But those fleeting thoughts of another career—to have a more peaceful life and not putting his family in any sort of endangerment—are always pushed back into the depths of mind, never starting to occur back again in his daily routine—till today.

Steve didn't know himself how deep he was in the clusters of his racing mind—like a hurricane through a highway—and how many bottles of Whiskey and Rum he drank—while watching without any focus those shows on the television—but when he heard your voice, glancing at your direction, Steve thought you're nothing but a hallucinations and came to the conclusion he did drank more than just above average amounts.

~~~

Coming down into the living room—after comforting your youngest son from a nightmare and then hopping quickly into the shower—you were surprised to see Steve sitting there, because he normally greets you when he comes home.

What also surprises you—and causes a spark of worry—were the empty bottles of Whiskey and Rum next to him and Steves unfocused gaze.

Of course Steve does drinks sometimes—one to three glasses—be it either of celebrations—because they solved a case or took down a high ranking criminal successfully—or when one of his days did get a bit rough, but never in such a excessive amount.

Taking the empty bottles and the half-full one from Steve hands—he does protest about it, grunting in a whine—you walked into the kitchen, throwing them into the trash—giving a short glance at the open laying gun, before resuming back to Steve.

Sitting down next to your husband, patting his knee for attention—Steve doesn't respond tho, gaze still drawn to the television or the space next to it.

»You okay Steve?« you asked and when Steve turned his head to you—eyes brimming, the minimal lights made it look like a glistening, with tears—whispering a „No.“ you knew something must've happened at work to make Steve greedily chucking down liquor.

Putting an arm around Steve, you pulled him into a hug—caressing your fingers through his short hair, humming a bit to yourself and moving his head so it's laying against your chest.

»You wanna talk about it?«

»Today was such a shit show. Fucking protected a Teenager, but turned out that asshole was a murder.« Steve voice shook with up flaring anger, clutching onto you—balling his hands into fists.

Steve still felt the heaviness of burning vanilla on his tongue, mouth a bit drying out by now—licking over his lips, inhaling your fresh shower scent—it's a mix between his own soap and yours—fumbling with his mind, before he starts to retell about his day.

»And then when I looked through all these photos of the children, which had went missing and being killed off, by the that monster I even protected at first and I just....just—« Steve stopped, his voice shaking with every breath he takes—inhaling deeply and slowly, wanting to slow down his marathon beating like heart. To no avail.

The first sobs racked through Steve body and you pulled him closer to you—kissing his forehead, telling him—in whispers, softly—that it is okay to let it all out and not to feel fine.

»It's okay, Steve, it's all okay. I'm here, I'm here love.«

Seeing Steve—your ever so strong husband and who's a reservist Navy Seal's Commanding Commander—breaking down, like crystal glass, shots a stinging throbbing through your heart as Steve is a man who had never cried.

It's your turn now, to giving him the most attentional care and support you could give him, being there for him—just like he had done the many times before to you.

»....And I just...just got flashes of our own children.....and it just hit me, so damn hard, that they could be become victims too.« Steve voice faded out, sobbing even more—body racking with shudders and Steve curls up onto your lap like a newborn child afraid of the unknown world.

You might couldn't relate to these experiences and situations Steve has to go through everyday as your aren't a Cop or anything else in that category of job—although Steve likes to say, more than often and still wondering if he meant it teasingly, that you were born and trained to kill—but you could understand his fears and the anxiety Steve currently feels.

You always fear for your children, parents always does—but you told yourself as long as Steve is out there, doing his job, they will be a little safer than before—but Steve himself was constantly confronted with such scenes of what's to be feared, pressures and pushed back anxieties bouldering upon his shoulder—so Steve breaking down, crumbling into a mess, was bound to happen at some point.

~~~

It was around early morning, sun started to rise up every so slowly, when could convince Steve to move into the bedroom—a beds much more comfortable than the carpet floor.

Laying in bed—you had tucked Steve into blankets, before going under them yourself—you had taken Steve once again into your arms, holding close—not wanting him to feel as if he's alone with his problems.

Steve had cried himself into sleep, exhaustion from yesterday sweeping within—face red and blotchy with tears.

Maybe you could convince Steve to stay in today, having a day of rest—minds off from the work and body relaxing from the tensions—Steve deserved one, needed it.

Grabbing your phone, you searched for Danny's number—sending him a quick SMS, knowing Danny wouldn't mind and even agreeing to your request.

And when Steve woke up—with tiredness still weighing in his limbs and eyes heavy with sleep—he wonders why you haven't woken him up yet, considering that is after lunch now.

Getting out of bed, he sees your sleeping form next to his now empty space and his youngest children all cramped next to you—apparently a stay inn day, Steve muses.

Steve lets you sleep, walking out of the room and down into the kitchen—noticing his older kids being at home too and lounging around in the living room.

»Hey, why you all home and not in school? Also, why didn't someone wake me?«

»Pa said to let you sleep, saying you need some day off and we're having two days of family time«

Steve only hummed, making his way back up stairs—the minimal throbbing headache was a reminding recall of what he did yesterday and Steve felt a good level of embarrassment about it.

Getting back into bed—because some more sleep sounds like a good idea—Steve carefully moves the kids around, wanting to cuddle with you—appreciating your thoughtful gesture.

And Steve felt the most happiest to have you.

[ticklystuff]

helloo

for the ask game, could i request thoma or itto? (just one of the two is fine)

with the letters being a, b, and d? sorry for three letters im greedy

ty for reading have a good day

tickly alphabet

hello hello! happy you could participate! since you're greedy, i'll do both of them ehe~

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)

ahhhh we all know thoma would be the best when it comes to aftercare. cuddles until his lee is breathing at a relaxed pace, setting up a nice bath after an especially intense session. gently rubs at any spot that still tingles, or if bondage was involved, he'd massage at like his lee's wrists in case they're sore. will also help them drink water their water by tipping back the container in case his lee has no energy, while also simultaneously giving them a backrub. i feel like thoma would lean more into generic aftercare things, but he does them well

i think itto would be super sweet too and constantly ask his lee if they're okay while also rocking them back and forth in his arms lol also he'll make a bowl of those super spicy instant noodles for his lee and like try to feed it to them to help them get their energy back. he'll even like blow on the noodles if he feels they're too hot or cut into his weekly food budget and crack an egg in the ramen just for them. also if his lee asks, he'll set up a nice bath for them and even carry them bridal style and does his best to help wash them off. also dumps like 500 blankets on his lee after the bath is over

B: Bondage | How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?

i like to headcanon that despite his good boi exterior, thoma is actually into a lot of different things and he enjoys experimenting as long as it's relatively safe lol and i think he would be down for any kind of bondage. he likes the classic spread eagle because it's simple, easy, and gives access to a lot of tickle spots

i do not think itto would be into bondage at all lmao i feel like he'd get nervous and gets jittery and quickly enter the bargaining stage. even with just his hands tied in front of him, i feel like he'd be on the brink of tears, idk i can't imagine him handling this well lol

D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?

for thoma it's his tummy! ayato likes to sneak up behind him while working and just place his hands against thoma's stomach just to see him jump ehe also i feel like he'd have very sensitive hands, which is surprising because he does a lot of housework, but they're surprisingly soft and it's hard for him to sit still if someone just gently traces the lines of his palm

i feel like this man's whole upper body is just one giant tickle spot and he will like shriek and squeal if someone even wiggles their fingers in his direction. definitely his abs though are his worst spot and sometimes his gang will just sit on top of him and get him there and you can hear his laughter through the backstreets of inazuma

[thvalentin]

idk man its taexreader tho

— BLUE ROCKET; thv

genre: smut straightforward

pairing: rocker!tae & groupie!reader

warnings: idk. strap in.

note: i lost half of this and stopped cause it pissed me off so bad,, i posted already saying if yall like ill finish it,, but uhm. yea it was a heat of the moment thing lol.

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taehyung's concert had just ended and you were waiting next to his dressing room... just to give him his guitar that he left at your apartment the night before simply cause he asked otherwise you would've kept it.

staring at your manicured nails you barely notice him marching towards you in his loud platform boots, leather jacket with nothing underneath and his way too tight skinny jeans, "you." he points his black polished finger at you causing you to point at yourself with wide eyes, "yea, you." he takes you by your collar and you almost drop the guitar case of the ground as he pulls you into the dressing room so rough you choke being close lined by your own shirt.

"i br-"

"shut up, take your clothes off." he growls disappears behind another door, you can hear things shuffle around, but you're stuck on his words. now you know taehyung... if you didn't do as he asked you'd have a very rough night, but even if you did he wouldn't be gentle. that's not taehyung. hes a rough lover, leaving you aching and bruised every time he touched you, but you felt so blessed when he did. you worship the ground he walks on, you would never say it out loud, but he's your sole reason for living. he's the air you breathe, the beating in your heart— you can't live without him. so you strip out of pure desire to please him. leaving only your cute little panties on. you sit on your knees and wait patiently so good so obedient just the way he likes you. you can hear him cursing stuff still being tossed around, he's obviously not had a goodnight and you need to make it better— your job clear to you now.

soon enough taehyung emerges his jacket gone, exposing his lean abdomen. he didn't have abs or anything like that, just his soft tummy with his happy trail that ran from his belly button to below the waistband of his pants— eying him as he comes towards you with a carnal desire swirling with his irritation in those dark, sinister eyes of his. his large palm conjoined to his slender long fingers caress the side of your face and you nuzzle into his touch, you can feel his heart thumping in his wrist such a soothing sensation it shoots through you, "you're going to be good for me hm?" he purrs in a low octave and you nod only to be met with a light smack to your cheek, "i need to hear you."

"yes sir," you whine, "yes, i'ill be good.." you repeat your eyes locked to his, a grin tugging on his lips as he pulls you up to meet them with yours. his hands holding at your waist— he's more greedy than usual like he's trying to eat you up, tugging and biting on your lip pushing your mouth open with his tongue forcing your jaw to slack. your eyes flutter shut, letting him consume you with his slick tongue... hands sliding down your back into your underwear to fondle your backside earning desperate moans from your swollen lips. his lips guiding their way down your jaw, sucking so hard you could feel the blood swell up before he pulls back with a pop— one of his hands, you don't know which one you're too consumed by pleasure, grab your jaw allowing him more access to the trunk of your neck before sinking his canines down earning a loud, choked scream from your dry throat, "fuck tae..." you cry your hands fidgeting restlessly at your side.

"you can touch me." he says his eyes traveling to yours as his mouth clasps around your taught nipple. its as if you've been given permission to touch god himself as your hands grab him wherever you could— pulling at his hair causing his teeth to graze against the tip of your nipple, your breath hitching as supple lips make their way back up to yours. you were already leaking with arousal soaking your panties, but when he towers over you the flood gates open, "what?" he smiles, he knows what, "you like it when i'm in your face?" he leans down his beautifully crafted face dangerously close,

"yes sir.." you whisper just before he takes your lips again hoisting you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. you can feel his warmth pressed against you, skin to skin. you love this, you love the feeling that pools inside of you when he touches you no matter how rough he is and you love him— you breathe him in so deep. you need more, holding his face with both of your hands a mixture of his and your spit concoct and dribble pathetically down your chin. you pull back both of you breathing heavy as he places you down on the black leather couch. his eyes remnant of a snake as he dips between your legs, using his teeth to tug your soaked underwear over your knees and down your calves. moving himself back up with your panties dangling from his mouth like a wild animal with a carcass, he drops them directly on your lips— taking his pointer and middle finger stuffing them in your mouth with care to make sure you're as quiet as you can get.

making his way back down he plays with the petals of your womanhood, only to bring his fingers to his nose. you can't watch him anymore embarrassed by his primal desire for you, "so fucking good..." he breathes out against your pussy pushing his nose against your pearl tucking his tongue inside of you,

"taehyung oh my god..." your legs threaten to close, but he pushes them open, placing a firm slap against one. reminding you that this isn't about you right now.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Villains - Part 2

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. SPOILERS under the cut. Expect mistakes.

(I couldn't watch anymore, so I forced him to go out, but maybe it was none of my business.)

Kate: "Sorry for being selfish."

Elbert: "No."

Elbert looked around the courtyard and let out a breath.

Elbert: "I just realized I'm having trouble breathing, too."

Elbert: "Thank you."

Kate: "My pleasure."

(Thank goodness. I think his expression softened a bit.)

I felt a rumbling in my stomach as I felt relieved.

Elbert: "Are you hungry?"

Kate: "It looks like it."

(T-This is embarrassing.)

Kate: "I should've brought some food before we snuck out. That was careless of me."

I smiled to hide my embarrassment, and he gently held his palm toward me.

Elbert: "Want some?"

Kate: "What?"

A beautiful package sat in the palm of his hand.

When I opened it, I found an orangette coated with dark chocolate.

Elbert: "That caught my eye as we were leaving the hall."

(Does that mean he likes it?)

(If that's the case...)

Kate: "Thank you. Since we're lovers, let's have a halfsies."

Elbert: "Huh?"

I divided the orangette into two, struggling a bit to tear off the orange peel.

Kate: "Which one do you want?"

When I offered it to him in my palm, he looked at the orangette and stared into my eyes.

Elbert: "The one that is yours."

Kate: "Huh?"

Elbert: "I want the one you will choose.”

(It feels weird when he says it like that. It's like we're really lovers.)

(I know we're just "pretending," but if he keeps this up, I'll get the wrong idea.)

I calmed my clamoring chest and offered him the one with lots of chocolate.

Kate: "Here, take this one, then."

Elbert: "Thanks."

We both savored the sweet and bitter orangette.

My racing heartbeat refused to slow down, so I looked around the garden for a distraction.

Kate: "Hey, look. There's a birdcage on display."

Inside the birdcage, a beautiful parrot with blue feathers was quietly resting.

Elbert: "I want that one."

Kate: "That parrot? Why?"

Elbert: "It's on display because it's beautiful. So I want that one."

(He wants it because it’s beautiful?)

According to the information about Elbert’s curse that Victor gave me, he has the curse of the Greedy Queen.

He collects art, jewelry, and sometimes even rocks in the hope of acquiring the most beautiful thing in the world.

(I've been thinking about it ever since I read that one.)

(I can understand if he only likes beautiful things, but to want something so vague as “the best in the world”?)

(Plus, I don’t get how a rock could be the best thing in the world.)

Kate: “How can you be awed by something so beautiful?”

Elbert: “Because...”

Elbert: “Because I have to have it for a reason.”

Kate: “Reason?”

Elbert: “...........”

He remained silent, unwilling to be asked any further.

(I wonder what’s in the back of his mind.)

If I carelessly poked in too much, I might hurt him, just like the people in the hall.

Unable to say anything, he suddenly asked me a question.

Elbert: “Do you think that bird is beautiful?”

(I bet if I agree, he’ll try to get that parrot.)

I could sense this from his dark possessive gaze focused on the parrot.

(But...)

(I shouldn’t just agree without knowing what he wants.)

Kate: "What is beautiful to you?"

Elbert: "I don't know."

Elbert: "I thought I knew, but my idea of beauty was worth nothing."

(What does that mean?)

Before I could even think about it, a loud voice broke the silence in the courtyard.

Graham: "Hey, is that you two there? There's a big fuss about you two disappearing from the venue."

Elbert: "----!"

(Graham and a guest, maybe?)

Graham, the party's host, was on his way to another room with some man.

Graham: "We're going to play billiards now. I hear you're not a big fan of this game, Count."

Graham: "How about you, Kate? If you join us, I promise you'll have fun."

(It sounds like a normal invitation, but somehow, it smells fishy.)

The two of them suspiciously smiled at me, making me feel uneasy.

Kate: "No. I'm..."

Just as I was about to decline the offer politely, a hand slipped around my stomach.

Elbert: "I told you to leave her alone."

Kate: “Elbert?”

He suddenly pulled me close to his body.

(Why is he...?)

Elbert gazed at him harshly.

Graham: “I’m surprised. I didn’t realize you could have that look in your eyes, too.”

Graham: “Sorry, I’m not trying to pick a fight. See you then.”

Kate: “Yeah, see you.”

Elbert: “............”

Elbert watched them closely until Graham and his friend turned the corner and were out of sight.

Even after Graham disappeared, he didn’t remove his hand from my stomach.

(I knew it. Something is wrong.)

Kate: “Elbert, is something wrong with Graham?”

Elbert: “No, nothing yet.”

Kate: “Nothing yet?”

Elbert: “Kate, come here.”

Elbert led me into an empty room.

Kate: “Elbert, what’s this room?”

(Is this a guest room? Can we really go in here without permission?)

Elbert: “I don’t want you to leave here until I pick you up.”

Kate: “What?”

Elbert: “I’ll be right back. Until then, stay here.”

He quickly turned around and left the room.

Kate: “Ah, wait, Elbert!”

I rushed to the closed door and heard a light metallic click. I tried turning the doorknob, but it wasn’t budging.

(He locked the door? Why would he do that?)

(He was acting strange all day. Especially in front of Graham.)

(Something is definitely up. There's a reason why he locked me in here.)

(Maybe I should wait quietly. But I need to understand him better.)

(If I wait like this, won't I miss something important about him?)

(Plus...)

His hurt expression as he endured the touches and his pained expression as he stared at the parrot, like a possessed man, flashed through my mind.

(That guy is kind of hard to leave alone.)

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

(Who is it?)

Alfons: "Kate, Kate, guess who?"

Kate: "A-Alfons?"

Alfons: "Correct. I'm so glad you remember my voice."

(Alfons knew I was locked in here.)

(Is the thing he gave Elbert earlier the key to this room?)

(If so, they planned this from the start.)

(But why? What's Elbert trying to do now?)

Alfons: "Fufu. I can feel the seriousness through the door. It's almost suffocating me."

Alfons: "I can open this for you, but what do you want me to do?"

Kate: "Are you sure? If you let me out, aren't you betraying Elbert?"

Alfons: "Aha! Are you worried about me? You’re so kind."

Alfons: "El can't do anything, no matter who betrays or hurts him."

Alfons spoke as if sensing that I couldn't leave Elbert alone.

I heard a metallic click, alerting me that he had unlocked the door.

Alfons: "If you want to get to know him, go ahead and get out."

I followed Alfons and stepped into the dark, dusty room.

(Is Elbert here?)

A figure emerged from the darkness, dimly lit by the twilight.

His golden hair was dazzling even in the darkness, and I knew at first glance that it was him.

Kate: "Elbert?"

Elbert: "Kate?"

Part 1╏Part 2╏Premium End╏Epilogue

[bigsunflowergang]

Being Honest (E42 Miles)

You're changing, I can't stand it

My heart can't take this damage

And the way I feel, can't stand it

Mmm, I don't understand this

"Miles what the fuck is your problem?!" [name] shouted out of pure frustration. It had been about 2 months since the death of Mr. Morales and Miles seemed to only be getting worse as time passed.

[name] had been the only one of Miles's friends to actually bond with his dad, so she was almost as hurt as he was, knowing her pain could never match his. Not that she could really let that show as she was too busy trying to make sure Miles didn't crash out.

"Bro just leave me alone right now" he cut his eyes over at her, observing the way she almost exploded at him but calmed herself down.

"Look, Miles, I know you're hurt. I promise I do. But that doesn't mean you can walk around and treat people who're trying to make sure you're okay, like shit!" she huffed, trying her best to get through to him.

His head slowly turned to her and they made intense eye contact before he spoke.

"Nobody asked you to"

[name] looked at him like he had 3 heads before she chuckled.

"Oh okay. Well since you Mr. Big and the fuck Bad, I'll leave you to your business, the fuck" she said, scrunching her face up while gathering her things.

Not a word was said as she walked out of his room.

Lately, I've been feeling' alone

But I'm clutching my chrome

Pray to my mama I'm gon make it home

Twenty missed calls, I ain't answer my phone

Miles watched his phone ring over and over, eventually silencing it, already knowing who it was.

He knew every night when he put that suit on, was another chance of him not making it back home. Not that he much cared about his own safety, he just didn't want to put the loss of both her husband and son on his mom. In the back of his head, he also knew he wouldn't ever want to put [name] through that type of pain.

The night she walked out of his room, he felt like she gave up on him. In his head, he figured it was going to happen, which is why he expected for that to be the case. So when she called him that night, he just stared at his phone.

He stayed by himself most days. He didn't go to school anymore, nor did he barely leave his room whenever he was home. At nights, he pushed all of his thoughts away that didn't correlate with his work.

He was alone. But while he thought it would be best, he caught himself thinking a few times. Thinking about his life before tragedy struck.

When he still had his happiness. His dad. When he had [name].

I got my front, but is you behind me?

Get goofy like Martin and Gina

Or get greedy like Keisha and Tommy

Then get deady like Whitney and Bobby

He missed her. Even though he tried to convince himself he didn't, he knew he did.

At nights, he would sometimes sit on top of a random building and stare into the sky thinking. Memories of him and [name] before invaded his mind. The way they would just sit in his room for hours talking about absolutely nothing. Just basking in each others presence.

He thought about all the times she defended his name both in front of him and behind his back. The way she would randomly get suspended because "some bitch don't know how to keep your name out her mouth".

Thoughts of her smile and laugh filled his mind, causing a small smile to form on his. How she would laugh and smile her way out of any situation always blew his mind. He could daydream about her pearly whites lighting up the sky all day. How laugh she would hard whenever they teamed up to prank his or her parents. Or when he tickled her, he couldn't help but smile at the way she laughed and squirmed to get his hands off of her.

He thought back to the night of the argument. He knew he should've reached out afterwards or at least answered any of her calls. Quite frankly, he was scared. He didn't know what she wanted to talk about, plus he was scared to be vulnerable around anyone. Plus, he was keeping her out of harm's way the further he stayed away from her. In his head, he knew that was some bullshit and just a bunch of stupid excuses he told himself to bury the guilt under.

Whenever he tried to smoke the pain away, it just came back harder. He looked at the Dutch: Dream Fusion wrapper and felt a tug at his heart as he thought of how she specifically always asked for that type of gar. It was something stupid to get emotional at, but he found himself wiping a tear from his eye as he stared at it. He missed how they would get violently high and watch a movie while pigging out on a bunch of snacks.

After a few more thoughts and a decision to go with his impulsive thoughts, he found himself outside of her door.

You're changing, I can't stand it

My heart can't take this damage

And the way I feel, can't stand it

Mmm, I don't understand this

He hesitantly knocked, waiting a few minutes before the door was opened. He made eye contact with the girl he had been longing for for a month. Her eyes watered just like his before she embraced him in a hug.

He finally broke down. Finally allowed his emotions to be on full display as she hurriedly brought him into the house. He sobbed into her arms for what felt like an hour, taken over by the feeling of comforting arms.

"Fuck, [name], I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push you out- well I did but I didn't- I don't- fuck I missed you," he sobbed, feeling her hands play with one of his braids as she shushed him quietly.

"It's fine Miles, I understand"

"What's all this noise-," they heard as another light turned on.

They looked up to the voice, seeing [name]'s mother.

"Oh, Miles" she sighed, walking over and pulling the boy into a hug on her own. "We've been so worried about you! [name] said you weren't answering the phone and Rio, poor Rio, she said she barely even sees you." she said, hugging him tighter.

"I'm sorry, ma" he mumbled, squeezing her tighter as well.

"And you know, if you need anything, we're here. You understand?" she asked and he nodded his head.

She walked back to her room, leaving the two teenagers in the living room.

"Don't apologize for taking your space. I understand." she said as his mouth opened to speak.

"I'm not apologizing for taking my space. I'm apologizing for how I acted that night. And for worrying you" he mumbled, making her smile softly.

"Don't. I shouldn't have-"

"You did everything right, pretty, I promise. I just..." he paused and sighed. "I just didn't want pity from anyone else. I was getting it from everyone. But I didn't realize you weren't pitying me, you were just... there for me. So thank you. A lot." he said, looking up at her.

She nodded and sent him a smile. "Don't worry about it. That's what I'm here for" she said, making him smile a bit.

"Yeah yeah" he said, waving her off playfully.

"Soooooo, we good now?" she asked, making him look at her like she was stupid.

"Nigga duh" he chuckled, making her roll her eyes playfully.

"Not too fucking much now"

The end.

[kawarikisaki]

The only real problem I have with your theory is while we don’t know much about Toichi’s Kid him being responsible for a gang that does so much evil does seem a bit out of character but then again if Night Baron is based on his Kid and he’s also a murderer maybe he was a far darker version of Kid than his son. But he couldn’t have been too dark as Kid. But then a lot can change in 8 years. There’s another meaning to the string of numbers name he had before Yusaku gave him the name Kid. 1412. Since he refers to himself as his original title in the wallet. That and I’m pretty confident Chikage knows about at least Corbeau can’t see her being okay with her husband being the head of the most evil criminal group in the canon. (Though Toichi was totally taking a page from her book with his interaction with Shinichi and Ran.)Though he could be keeping that from her too. I really hate this. Because for a crack theory it’s pretty solid. He might already know his “older brother is alive” though wouldn’t he be upset that his subordinates almost murdered his son?

Alrighty, hope you're ready for a long one, because it's time to discuss what we know about Toichi/Kid the first, and just how easy it is to twist some of it into a sinister light. And also a few other marginally connected thoughts, because I may as well keep this mostly consolidated.

We'll start with Kid. You're right that we don’t have much on him, because we only have two direct examples of Toichi as Kid, one being the Phantom Lady flashback, and the other being the encounter with his 'older brother'.

The Shinichi encounter isn't particularly helpful for this, as he was very much putting on a character for a child, and even if Shinichi has a idetic memory we're getting a recounted version of the child's perspective ten years after the fact.

But Phantom Lady? Helpful, we have Toichi claiming to prefer more elegant methodology than those employed by Phantom Lady. And he also states that he didn’t initially intend for the white suit to be his crime outfit, it was meant to be a stage costume (though he may be lying here, why would he need a hanglider in his stage costume?), but knowing that it was meant to be for his 'civilian identity' and assuming that he's also Corbeau then we can assume that the black suit he'd have been able to fully plan matches his true tastes more.

But we can also make a few assumptions based on the fact that Nakamori-keibu, the closest thing to a Kaitou Kid expert that we can use for this (Yusaku isn't helpful he’s a gremlin, he would gladly confuse the situation for fun) and the fact that he was under the impression that new Kid and Old Kid were the same person means that Kaitou Kid’s MO didn't change considerably enough for Nakamori-keibu to question them being the same Kid. Which means that if Toichi was doing any murders as Kid then he wasn’t getting caught, since Nakamori-keibu is confident Kid wouldn’t murder to the point that if a death happens at a heist he just hands off the crime scene to the homicide detectives as "nope not Kid."

That said, I think that if Toichi is secretly Karasuma Renya then its likely that he wasn’t doing murders as Kid, but rather just playing around and taking the chance to lead a fun and fulfilling life. Karasuma Renya is supposedly greedy beyond compare, why not be a jewel thief, get a wife to place in his 'jewelry box', a humble home considering his fame as a performer (a sign that he's stockpiling his real wealth elsewhere?), and hey lets toss in a child too- people enjoy raising children. That is to say it was possibly just something being done on a whim.

And since you brought up the names... I've always thought of the "Kaitou 1412" number as like a police assigned case number or something, rather than a meaningful name that Toichi came up with himself. And, as such, i tend to view him signing with it as something akin to a formal signature. Though as for why he would use a formal signature on what was essentially meant to be a correspondence between friends... I don't really have an answer; perhaps the name 'Kid' was only recently established at that point and part of the purpose of this whole communication was too accept the new name (but I doubt that because i feel like if the name Kid didn't come up till that late in his carrer as a thief then it probably wouldn’t have stuck for long enough to be the primary name in use when Kid returned.) In any case here, I'm meaning to point out that he didn't get to name himself as Kid, so much like how the costume supposedly wasn't initially intended for crimes and therefore the black one is probably more planned and in line with his actual tastes- the name Corbeau was likely the same.

As for Chikage.... whether she and Toichi are acting as Corbeau together or Toichi is doing it alone there’s no getting around the fact that she definitely knows about it, and most likely she’d have to be in on it. Though whether that means she's also aware that he's a crimelord on an international scale on the side (which would be pretty hard to hide) isn't necessarily connected, after all the Boss and Corbeau could be two entirely separate crime-sonas he's got going on. For the sake of the theory it makes more sense if she's helping him; in the DCMK world people that are presumed dead can get away with a lot, but it'd definitely be easier with someone aside from just his underlings helping to make moves for him. Though don't know if he'd have told her that Kuroba Toichi is an alias and he's old enough that he should be long dead...

In any case, it's bad news for Kaito in so many ways. Not only is his dad alive, regularly in Japan, and not contacting him; as it turns out, he's also very much a worse criminal than Kaito originally thought. Kaito had already been somewhat shaken when he found out his dad was Kid. He hadn’t wanted it to be true and even resolved himself to follow the same path to understand. So what happens if he finds out his dad is murdering people- or at the very least ordering others to murder on his behalf so he doesn’t dirty his own hands? What happens if he finds out that when he almost blew up on a train doing a favor for his little detective that the people behind were acting on his dad's orders? What happens if he finds out that it was probably part of the plan for him to be brought into the 'family business'? I'd like to think he'd be disgusted... but there are darker paths that could be taken given what Toichi's skill set likely includes and especially considering how much Kaito loves and respects his dad.

As for what Evil Toichi would think about his underlings almost killing his son... well again the MK organization and the black organization are two different groups, but it is true that the crows have tried to kill Kid- even if by accident. I don't think that he'd be particularly upset about it, every time that Kaito has been involved with anything related to the BO he's gotten involved with of his own volition, and besides Kaito is plenty skilled enough to survive just about anything. Everything we know about Toichi from canon just leads me to think he's the kind of person who has immense confidence in his own skills, so if I'm gonna twist him into a villain I've just gotta push that a little farther, maybe he's holding Kaito to the same standard he holds himself and thinks that a 'little assassination attempt' would never be enough to even touch someone that he trained... And maybe if Kaito did die to such a thing he wasn't a worthy heir to begin with. Or maybe it's not quite that sinister and he sees Kaito almost dying as something like a training exercise. But whatever the case he must not be too concerned about it, given that as far as we're aware those responsible haven't really received any punishment.

Yeah, it's ridiculously solid, the fact that there's not really anything concrete that can be used to refute it is kinda wild to me even now. But I still consider it a crack theory because even if it's plausible it's not good if Kaito's story and Shinichi's story need to be two separate things. It's wonderful for the purposes of fanfiction because it very cleanly connects their stories, depending on how Kaito takes the news he can be disgusted with his dad's actions and join Conan to stop him or he can join his dad and become a villain.

But like I mentioned in one of my previous posts this would be messy for the narrative on a meta level if it turned out to be correct, and that's why I consider it a crack theory and not just a theory. If it's true then it's fine for Magic Kaito to become required reading for Detective Conan- it's a very different kind of story but it's short and it'd give important backstory, but conversely it's kinda unfair for Detective Conan to become required reading for Magic Kaito. Sure most people that are interested in one are probably already reading the other... but imagine a fictional scenario where someone is reading Magic Kaito after it's finished; it's around 50 chapters give or take, and the ending feels kinda hollow because even though Kaito found out his dad was a villain and resolved to bring him to justice but then the story just ended there... , then this person goes onto tumblr or reddit or some other fandom space and finds out that the real ending is locked behind reading 1752 chapters of a completely separate manga where Kid was a cameo character early on then eventually joined the main cast to take on the final threat. Plus it'd make things weird because it would feel like Yusaku should have a bigger role than he currently does if his old friend/rival is the villain...... unless Yusaku dies.

[paisholotus]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 6

Narrative

"So? What are your thoughts, love? Tommy asked Yuna as she walked around, holding Nova, appreciating Shelby's pub.

"I like it. It's quite old-fashioned, which fits you." Tommy laughed at her, saying, "Oh, so you think I'm old then, yeah?" She chuckled and headed up the stairs to find Arthur and her son.

"It has a very 20s vibe to it. Particularly with the leather chairs and stone walls. However, the lighting gives it a modern appearance." Aria said as she walked alongside Polly.

 

"That ain't so bad, right, Yun?!" Arthur said this while bouncing Alex on his leg, wearing his peaked hat. Yuna laughed as she saw her son giggle excessively while he was doing loud imitations. "Not at all, Arth," she responds. "You all might actually be my competition, though it isn't much competition." She teases as the Shelby family laughs.

 

"Oi! There's no need to be greedy, love," John says as he stands next to Aria, wrapping his arm around her and chewing on his toothpick. "Your business is all the way in London, and we're in fookin' Birmingham!" Aria snorts and crosses her arms as he goes to kiss her cheek, but she pushes his head away, smirking at him. "What does the location have to do with anything if the competition is fierce, Johnny boy?" She teased as she strolled back to the counter to sit.

 

"And, in any case, a pub is only as good as its drinks," Aria said as she shrugged John's arm away and walked over to the counter. "So give us something good, and we'll tell you our thoughts." She said this, smirking at Tommy. Arthur laughs and hands Alex to Polly, who is now also holding Nova.

 

"And, Ms. Walker, what will it be? Beer? Whiskey? Rum?" He inquires. Yuna and Aria looked over the drink menus. Yuna chose whiskey because she hated beer and wasn't in the mood for rum. Aria chose rum because she also disliked beer but didn't want to drink whiskey right now.

 

"Get me a glass of your best whiskey and Aria a glass of white rum on the rocks, Arth." She stated this with satisfaction as she and Aria walked over to the couches while John poured himself a beer and Tommy and Arthur went to get Yuna and Aria's drinks.

 

Alex leapt off Polly's lap and onto the couch, saying, "Mommy, I want something to drink too." Yuna sat Alex on her lap, smiled, and thanked Arthur for their beverages. "I'm afraid you're too young for these drinks, lad." Arthur said, bursting out laughing. "Get them some pop, Arthur." John yelled as he sat at the counter.

 

Yuna sipped her whiskey and hummed at the taste; it was really good. "Oi! Tom, are you up here?" A man yelled while walking up the stairs.

"Harry" Tommy nodded, and the other two Shelby men did as well. "Whatcha doin' here, Harry? John asked. "Well, I thought I'd come and get me a last drink since I'm not running the counter any longer," Harry said as he sat at the counter.

"Retired?" Yuna asked him. "Something like that. Harry sadly smiled at Yuna. Yuna frowned at Harry and gave a disapproving look to Tommy. "Forcible Retirement? Really, Tommy," she replied as she finished her whiskey.

"His pension was quite hefty, Ms. Walker. In his defense, he said Yuna gives him a "as if that's better" look.

Arthur slapped Harry on the shoulder and said, "Well, Harry, you're welcome to come by anytime." Harry nodded and rose up, preparing to leave. He nodded to the Shelby men, including Polly, and smiled goodbye to Yuna.

Yuna stepped back to the counter, picking up Alex and Nova as Aria set down their empty glasses. "He seemed to be nice." Yuna told them. "Yes, he's a nice bloke. Polly nodded and took Nova from her.

Tommy raises his brow at Yuna, who rolls her eyes. For someone who took pride in being monotonous in any situation, he constantly acted like a jealous caveman when any man caught Yuna's attention. Even as children, no one dared to look Yuna in the eyes.

 

"Mama, I'm getting hungry." Alex mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her neck. Aria went to grab their coats, and as John stepped up to kiss her again, she pushed his head away and waved her finger in his face, shaking her head. "Playing hard to get, eh? John smirked at her. Yuna approached Tommy and kissed his cheek, saying, "Bye, love; see you later." The ladies made their way down the stairs to Polly's for lunch.

 

Smirking at his brother, John slips onto the couch. "What exactly is it, John boy?" Tommy asks as he goes to light another cigarette.

"When are you going to ask her to marry you, Tommy?"

Tommy is taken aback slightly, mostly because he wasn't expecting John to ask him that. He just assumed John would make fun of him for how Yuna and his kids got him wrapped around their fingers.

"I'm not sure if she's ready for that. I mean, the kids just found out their father isn't dead; I don't want to rush things and it turns to shit." Tommy clenched his jaw as anger bubbled back in his chest. Yuna went all these years thinking that they were all dead. She had to take care of his two children without him. The things he missed out on he could never get back, and that angered Tommy the most.

"Well, whenever you decide to ask 'er, she'll most likely say yes." John says it confidently. "She'll never love another bastard like you, so I wouldn't be too worried bout it, yeah!" He said loudly, causing Arthur to laugh with John. Tommy smiled lowly and raised his mug, agreeing.

Even though Tommy wanted to believe John completely, a traitorous voice in the back of his head tells him it's because he's afraid to ask her because he's scared to hear her response, terrified that she'll reject him. Even though he knows Yuna loves him unconditionally and always has, he just doesn't think he's good enough or deserving of her. Tommy has always felt like that; even when they were kids, he felt as though he was never worth her kind soul.

Tommy cleared his throat, looked at John, and smirked at him this time. "How do you feel about seeing Aria again, John boy?"

John's face went blank, and he leaned back into the couch, deep in thought. "I didn't think I'd ever see 'er, again. Then us seeing each other again, and they told us they thought we were dead. All those feelings came back, and it made me realize I never stopped loving her." He said this, gulping down his beer with watery eyes.

"I'm just fookin angry!" He says he's slamming his mug onto the table. "We could've been married with a bunch of fookin kids. I-i mean, I don't regret marrying Martha; I loved her. But Aria was my first choice. We might have a chance now; I think she'll love the kids, but the lost time I can't get back." He said sadly.

Arthur pats John on the back and says, "Well, you and Tom can make up for lost time. NOW ENOUGH WITH THIS SHITTY, FOOKIN, SAD TALK! YOU BLOODY BASTARD, PLAY THE HAND!" The Shelby men laughed and continued to drink, smoke, and play cards.