#kaos x reader

[blondejellykitty]

₊♡ ˚⊹ all for you, my dear ₊♡ ˚⊹

୨୧ multi fandom x reader ୨୧ includes: russell adler - call of duty (332 words), hoodie/brian thomas - slenderverse (550 words), severus snape - marauders era (683 words), dionysus - kaos (613 words) a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I had a good birthday so i had inspiration lol🩷

୨୧ russell adler x reader ୨୧

You stared at the worn calendar on the wall. You could feel your feet aching, you knew you'd been stuck here for too long. But you couldn't help it. You were frozen, no matter how you wanted to turn away something within you stopped you.

You continued to stare at the little grey box marking todays date. The date, it means something. You just couldn't recall what. It was like an itch you couldn't scratch, not far way in distance but far away in memory.

Why was today significant? A mission perhaps. They did help to blur the days together but it didn't feel right, it didn't fit.

"What're you doin?" Adler walks over to you, blocking your view.

You felt a strangely free, rising your gaze to meet his usual sunglasses. A sense of Deja vu washed over you but not the feeling of seeing this before no, it felt like right when you realize the strange feeling is over. Like you can breathe again.

"I don't know. I think- today's important" Your throat hurt at how hard you swallowed, the words harmless but felt like nails.

Adler furrowed his eyebrows in thought, his hands resting on his hips.

"Why?" You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the man.

"I don't know. I cant remember" You emphasized your words trying to convey your frustration.

"Then it must not be that important, remember we've got a job to do" His voice never wavered, sometime you wondered how it felt like he knew it all.

A cold warm sensation washed over you. You rolled you shoulders back at the feeling.

"Yeah, your right" Defeat came surprisingly easy, he patted your back as he walked past you.

"When am i not?" If anyone else would've said that you would've called them a smug basturd, that doesn't mean Adler isn't. You just wouldn't call him out on it.

You felt yourself smile despite yourself trying not to. Adler's laugh rang through the old building.

୨୧ brian thomas x reader ୨୧

"I wouldn't even remember it was my birthday if it wasn't for that" You lazily pointed to the camera hidden on top of a windowsill in the far corner of the room.

Brian Hoodie shrugged before tapping the top of your hand.

'You get used to it after a while' He tapped out in morse code. You still thankfully remember the early days where he taught you the secret code used between you two.

"Have you?" You look over at him questingly.

He taps on your hand once more.

‘Not yet’

A heavy silence washed over you two. So different from the usual static that was often in your ears. It had become so regular you've almost forgotten what it was like to live anywhere but on the run from the man without a face.

To think that once you all had been normal students. Not at all what you were like now. 

Brian Hoodie silently alerts you to movement in the distant trees. The building you were currently living at was long since abandoned but it worked well to keep out the Alabama weather.

In the far trees Alex, another victim liar, stood. He was determined, looking, searching for something. Looking for the both of you (or the gun Hoodie held in his pocket).

You look back to Hoodie silently questioning what to do. His taps from his gloved hands told you all you needed to do.

Be the bait.

As you move closer to the empty window frame, hoodie moves silently over the shards of rumble and out the back to the building. You peer your head up quickly, finding Alex's head closer than before. Inching sidewards your boot crackles a piece of glass, not loud enough to be suspicious just enough to get him to question it.

You duck back down and wait. It wasn't long before Alex fell right into the trap.

Burning ambition and anger blinds his senses, his mind. good, you thought, that's good for us.

"You!" he seethes

Your attempt to scatter away was ruined as he grabbed the hood of your jacket pulling you towards him. You choked from the front of your zipper jacket being pulled into your throat.

He slammed you against the cold tile wall. You struggled against him yet your smile remained the same, wide and crazed.

"I led you to him, why aren't you dead! why aren't you like the others" Each sentence ending in another jolt against the wall.

You focused your sight on Alex, not daring to look at Hoodie silently stalking closer to him.

Alex's question didn't end, pushing you against the solid wall again and again. Until Hoodie strongly struck in over the head with the butt of the gun.

You staggered after being released from his hold, as Alex fell to the ground with a thunk.

Hoodies gloved hand reached for your upper arm in a silent question, you nodded your head looking at the prisoner at both your feet.

"Not bad, not a bad present at all" Your crazed and wicked smile replaced with a wild and teasing one.

Hoodie's broad yellow shoulders quickly rose and dropped in a quiet chuckle.

୨୧ severus snape x reader ୨୧

There weren't many secrets that Severus Snape had. No thanks to James Potter and his little group. Every little spark he had vanished as soon as it had appeared. From the little alcove deep into the library, to the tree on the outskirts of the forest, to his only friend Lily Evans.

His only friend until James Potter showed up, his only friend until he had enough of Sirius Black's mocking and took an amateur swing at him. His only friend until he got detention and met you.

Then suddenly it all made sense. To keep something in this world you had to hide it. So no one, especially Potter, could find it.

And that's how you ended up down in the boat house. It seemed ridiculous at first but the quiet spot rarely had visitors and in the heat of the summer was the perfect place for a swim before dinner.

Today was your birthday. Usually you wouldn't tell anyone, not one for dramatics and theatrics. But sitting side by side with Sev, scattered study notes around the concrete bricks with your feet dangling to just graze the cool water below. Everything was beyond peaceful.

So you decided to let it slip. Mentioning how great of a time this was to spend on your special day. That was of course when it suddenly changed.

The easy breeze now carried a tense weight. Neither of you spoke, leaving the air in an uncomfortable silence.

"I- uh. I know." Severus never usually fumbled his words but when he did he was nervous. But even then it was never a stutter like he was afraid, it was as if he had too many words he wanted to say but his mouth couldn't work quick enough.

"What do you mean?" You said with a quiet laugh, wanting to ease whatever was going on.

"I know that it's your birthday, today." He looked deep into your eyes. You've known him long enough to know that he's analyzing you to see your reactions. It always frustrated you knowing he was watching you so intently but not ever really knowing why he was doing it.

"How? I don't really mention it" With the building lump in your throat your voice was barely above a whisper.

"McGonagall. She mentioned it when we met, something about how yours was close to hers"

You had almost called him a liar then and there but then recalling the moment you both had met for the first time, it all came back to you. The detention you'd given the excuse of being in another common room as 'inviting a friend to your birthday party' which obviously wasn't the truth, you just wanted to see the plans for their next quidditch game. But Professor McGonagall had gone easy on you, seeing as her birthday was three days away from hers.

"I forgot about that! How in Merlin's name did you remember that?"

A blush spread over his usually pale face highlighting his lovely eyes.

"I wanted to give you something, seeing as you were- are the only kind person to me. And most importantly my friend" He reached over to his bag and unzipped a small box, he fiddled with it before hesitantly handing it to you.

The box was small and soft to the touch. You smiled softly at him before opening it. Inside was a beautiful blue pearl necklace.

"I can't take this, it must’ve cost so much Sev I-" Your ramblings were cut short when you saw his face. Your frantic eyes softened and met his.

"Please, I had it made for you. I chose blue because it's supposed to mean truth, trust, tranquility and courage, all of which you've given me."

Keeping the delicate necklace in your hand you flung yourself at him, hugging him so tightly you were surprised he could breathe.

Chanting thank you's until he told you to turn around. He gently moved your hair to the side and clasped the necklace for you.

Turning back around you both tenderly locked eyes seemingly having your own inner conversation.

୨୧ dionysus x reader ୨୧

When Dionysus showed up at your home with a half filled bottle and a broken hearted look you truly thought Aphrodite had finally cursed him with a tragic love story.

But once you'd sat him down on your old blue couch he'd let out all of his troubles. From stealing his fathers watch, to Orpheus, then how in one day his father killed Dennis and his mother. It all piled up. It was weighing heavy on a man who was usually so carefree. It hurt to see.

That was the day you, a mortal, taught him how to be okay again. He sung your praises for all to hear but you knew that it was all him. All he needed to be himself again was someone on his side.

Today was the day he was going to be yours.

He'd been called back to Olympus by his father. Again. It had become a recurring occurrence. His father, Zeus, decided he wanted to 'check in' in other words he wanted to monitor his children. After the whole kill the fates phase Zeus decided to reign his kids in a bit more.

He'd demand regular meetings with his family to refill their Meander water rations and to seek out an argument or two, naturally.

Everytime Dio would deny. His defiance had repercussions meaning he always had a very bad day. And today would usually be no different. Except it was, it was the one day of the year he was openly looking forward to.

Your birthday.

As selfish as it sounded you too were looking forward to it, he'd been talking about what he'd planned for the two of you all year. But when the not so fatefully phone rang looking for his presence in their godly home. A literally rain cloud appeared over the day.

In the middle of the summer's morning, a loud boom of thunder rang out and rain bucketed down from the heavens.

The news called it a sudden summer storm but you both knew it was no coincidence. Dios plans of strolling the city, a picnic and late night dinner with an added dancing somewhere in between was thrown out with the cold rain almost stomping the roof.

Instead he'd opted to make hot chocolate with waffles in bed for you.

You gladly accepted the breakfast treat. You shuffled over to let him back into bed next to you. As you ate he flicked through the tv channels finally settling on an early weekend movie playing.

You lean back onto the bed after you place your finished dishes on the bedside table. Dio easily accommodated you by throwing his arm over you to use as a pillow.

"I think this is the best birthday I've ever had" You could feel your cheeks puff with your wide smile as you place a soft kiss on his lips.

He huffed with an eye roll. "It would've been if not for the shitty weather, and its cruel ruler."

"Spending the day in bed with you? I don't see what's much better than that" The teasing tone in your voice overpowered the seething rain.

"Well, when you put it like that" His giggles echoed in your heart.

You once again reached up to kiss him, this time smothering him in pecks across his face.

"It's your birthday, should I be the one doing this?"

You playfully arch an eyebrow "Well then by all means, don't let me stop you"

Even with the added noise of the thunder, rain and the tv you both were immersed in your own little world. You were certainly right about this. It was definitely the best birthday you'd had.

[moonmaiden1996]

Hiya! Please could i have a really fluffy dionysius x reader where she's just obsessed with physical touch and so is always cuddling, or holding his hand, and he just loves showing that off, and when he takes her to meet his family (do they do that, idk 😂) they notice how in love Dionysius and the reader are? Same old Zeus being harsh on the outside before being cut off by Hera (because she just loves the reader *platonically*)? If not, that's OK! Love your writing 😉❤️😂

I am not usually one for fluffy fics, but I wanted to give this one a go. Let me know what you think. Hope you like @casserole-from-dads-asserole

You couldn’t get enough of Dionysius—his warmth, the feel of his skin against yours, and the way his presence grounded you no matter where you were. You were always reaching out, fingers naturally finding his or curling into his tunic when you were close. And Dionysius? He reveled in it. He basked in your affection, as if eager to show off how much you adored him, how you always wanted to be near him.

At this moment, you were curled up against him in his garden, the grapevines heavy with fruit above you, casting dappled sunlight onto the stone beneath you. His arm was lazily slung around your shoulders, and your hand absentmindedly traced little circles on his chest. You could feel the slow rise and fall of his breath, the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek.

“You know,” his voice broke the peaceful silence, a playful smile tugging at his lips, “if you keep clinging to me like this, people might say you’re obsessed.”

You smiled against his chest. “Maybe I am.”

“Good,” he murmured, pulling you a little closer. “Because I love it. In fact, I think I’ll start showing you off.”

You shifted to look up at him, eyebrows raised. “Showing me off?”

“Of course!” he grinned. “I want everyone—especially the gods—to know you’re mine. That you can’t keep your hands off me.”

You laughed softly, giving him a gentle swat. “And why would they care?”

“Oh, they’ll care,” he replied easily. “In fact, why don’t I take you to meet them? Let them see for themselves.”

Your heart skipped a beat, sitting up a little straighter in his arms. “Wait—Zeus? Hera? Your family?”

Dionysius shrugged nonchalantly, as though the thought of introducing you to the Olympians wasn’t daunting in the slightest. “Yeah, why not?”

You could feel your pulse quicken. “I don’t know, Dionysius. Hera’s… she’s not exactly your biggest fan, and Zeus—well, he’s Zeus.”

He chuckled, the sound low and comforting. “Hera adores you, and trust me, she won’t mind seeing you again. As for Zeus, well… he can scowl all he wants. He’ll get over it.”

“But what if she—”

“She loves you,” he cut in, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “She’s never liked me much, but you? Hera’s smitten. I swear, sometimes I think she’d trade me for you in a heartbeat.”

You smiled a little, though the nerves still gnawed at your stomach. Meeting the gods felt like stepping into a realm too powerful for you to even comprehend, and despite Dionysius’ reassurances, the thought of facing Zeus and Hera was terrifying.

But you trusted him. And if he thought it would be okay, you believed him.

“Alright,” you whispered, a tremor of anxiety in your voice. “Take me to Olympus.”

Mount Olympus was more magnificent than you ever imagined. The halls stretched endlessly, with shimmering columns reaching up to a sky that seemed to glow golden from within. Every inch of it radiated power, and just being there made you feel like a tiny speck in a world far greater than you.

Your hand tightened around Dionysius’ as you walked into the grand hall, his presence beside you the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Stay close,” he whispered in your ear, squeezing your hand reassuringly. His thumb brushed over your knuckles in soft, soothing strokes.

As you entered the throne room, the sheer presence of Zeus and Hera made the air around you feel charged with energy. Zeus sat on his towering throne, eyes sharp like lightning, his posture commanding. His gaze was heavy as it landed on you, and you could hear the faint crackle of thunder in the background. Beside him stood Hera, elegant and intimidating, with an air of authority that made you want to shrink away.

But when Hera’s eyes found yours, something shifted. Her face softened ever so slightly, a glimmer of warmth flickering beneath the icy exterior.

Zeus was the first to speak, his voice a rumble of thunder that echoed through the chamber. “Dionysius,” he greeted, though there was a hint of displeasure in his tone. “You bring a mortal here?”

Before you could even react, Dionysius lifted your intertwined hands, his voice as playful as ever. “Not just any mortal, Father. My mortal.”

Zeus’ gaze flickered over to your joined hands, then back to your face, scrutinizing you like you were something to be tested. “And you think it wise to bring her here, to us?”

Dionysius gave a casual shrug, not at all intimidated by his father’s thunderous presence. “I didn’t come for approval. I just wanted to show off the fact that she’s mine.”

Before Zeus could respond, Hera stepped forward, her sharp eyes assessing you closely. You felt the weight of her stare, but there was something more in it—a hint of fondness, even if her posture was still rigid.

Hera’s voice cut through the tension, smooth and authoritative. “You brought her here, again?” she asked, though her tone was directed more toward Dionysius than you.

He grinned, clearly unfazed by the iciness in her words. “She’s worth bringing back.”

Hera’s lips twitched slightly—something almost like a smile, but not quite. She took a step closer to you, her gaze lingering on your face, softening even more.

“Well, at least you have good taste for once,” she said, her tone surprisingly warm as she reached out and gently touched your arm. “You, my dear, are a breath of fresh air.” Her voice lowered, so only you could hear her next words. “It’s a shame you’re tied to him.”

You stifled a chuckle, feeling an odd sense of relief at her approval. Hera wasn’t what you expected—not entirely. There was a maternal warmth beneath the cold exterior, but it was directed at you, not her stepson.

“Hera, please,” Dionysius groaned dramatically, “you don’t need to insult me every time.”

Her eyes flicked to him, her expression still neutral. “I’m not insulting you. I’m just stating the obvious.” Her focus returned to you, her gaze softening again. “You could do better, you know.”

Dionysius sighed, but before he could say anything, Hera continued, her voice dropping to a cool, almost dangerous tone. “And if he does mess this up,” she said, casting a sharp glance toward him, “I’ll turn him into a bee. Just like I did to your mother.”

A chill ran down your spine at the threat, and you turned to Dionysius, who straightened at the implication. His playful demeanor faltered for a moment, tension flickering across his features. “A bee?” he repeated, trying to maintain his light-hearted air but clearly rattled.

“Yes, a bee,” Hera replied matter-of-factly. “Small, insignificant, buzzing around aimlessly from flower to flower. It would suit him well.”

You could see the upset in Dionysius’ eyes, and instinctively, you reached out, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “He’s not insignificant,” you murmured, trying to comfort him subtly as you shot Hera an encouraging glance.

Hera’s gaze returned to you, softening once more. “You, however, would be welcome here. If he starts acting like his usual self... just say the word.”

You glanced at Dionysius, who was giving you his best wounded look, the tension still lingering in the air. “I’m starting to think you might like her more than me, Hera.”

Hera didn’t even bother hiding the smile that crossed her lips this time. “Maybe I do. You’ve always been... reckless. But she? She’s different. And she deserves someone who isn’t prone to indulgence.”

Dionysius scoffed lightly, though he didn’t seem too offended. “You wound me, Stepmother.”

Hera arched an eyebrow at him. “Do I?” She turned back to you, her expression softening one last time. “Remember, dear, you always have a place here—regardless of what happens with him.”

You smiled, touched by her words. “Thank you, Hera.”

Dionysius groaned, wrapping an arm around you possessively. “Alright, alright, I get it. You like her more than me.”

You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Maybe she’s onto something.”

Later, as the evening unfolded with quiet conversation, Hera remained close to you, paying Dionysius little attention. She asked about your life, your thoughts on the Olympians, and offered her own views on the complexities of godly politics. Despite her reputation for coldness, you found Hera warm in her own way—protective, even. It was clear that, though she had little patience for Dionysius, her fondness for you ran deep.

As the evening drew to a close, and you and Dionysius prepared to leave, Hera rested a hand on your arm once more, her eyes holding yours with a rare softness. “Remember what I said. You don’t need him to return here. Should you ever need someone more... stable, you know where to find me.”

You smiled gratefully, feeling the genuine warmth in her offer. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Dionysius sighed dramatically beside you. “Stable? Really? You’d rather she be with someone boring?”

You leaned into him, giving him a gentle kiss.

You leaned into him, giving him a gentle nudge with your shoulder. “Not boring,” you replied, a teasing smile on your lips. “Just… more responsible?”

Dionysius rolled his eyes dramatically. “Responsible? Where’s the fun in that? Fun is my middle name!”

You chuckled, savoring the lightness between you. “Well, fun is great, but a little stability wouldn’t hurt either, right?”

He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Fine, I’ll work on being a little more grounded. But only if you promise to keep me from turning into a bee if I mess up.”

“Deal,” you said, wrapping your arms around him, the warmth of his body anchoring you. “Just promise to stay close. I’d rather have a fun Dionysius by my side than a buzzing bee any day.”

With a playful wink, he tightened his embrace, laughter spilling between you like sunlight filtering through the grapevines above. Mortal or divine, you were together forever.

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[ay4tou]

when the fandom is so niche and small you see your own fanfic while scrolling through x reader

[darkpatrolglitter]

First true love

Dionysus x reader

Dionysus has never felt true love. Never. He dated just for fun and then dumped them. But today everything has changed. He is back at the club, drinking and dancing. He is the God of pleasure, madness and wild frenzy. He went to the bar and ordered a drink. While he was waiting for his drink, he noticed you. Time slowed down and the music became secondary for him. You are so beautiful.

The way you smile, how purple the neon light shines on you. He has never felt this way. His heart is pounding and butterflies in his stomach. He is thinking how to approach you, maybe start with flirting or just say hello? While he was thinking about it, you had already gone to the bar to get yourself a drink. He noticed you and looks at you.

You look at him and ask.

—————————————-Note

Sorry it's my first work!! make part two soon!

Thanks for watching!

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hi! 👋 sending this for the match-up event

1. Identity

I use She/her pronouns, I’m pansexual, I do tend to have a soft spot for broken/villain characters, I’m 24 years old

2. Love my four papas ❤️✨

3. I love a gothic and fall aesthetic (everyday should be Halloween 🎃), im more or slightly more on the chubbier side of the scale, I’m 5’1, olive skin, dark hair and brown eyes

4. 100000% introvert, super affectionate with my friends (we live for cuddles), somewhat traumatic past in romantic relationships (but I’m in a better place now), I consider myself passionate and kind

5. I love to read, rock music, gardening, I make amigurumis (crochet), and I’m learning about the Wicca culture, I speak Spanish, English, so I can grasp the idea of some Italian words and sentences

I have 4 tattoos (dragonfly in my left shoulder, 4 roses and a & sign with lyrics of Of mice and men in my right side rib, 2 koi fish making a circle in my upper thigh and a flower crown eve in a crayon style 2cm above my left ankle) I also love to watch series and movies 🎥 🍿

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is...Papa Emeritus III

You caught Terzo's eye a few months earlier while he was still performing as the frontman of Ghost. He had intended to speak to you in the garden, and give you a rose from Primo's greenhouse. Sadly he never got the chance as he was dragged of stage at the end of that tour.

After that he just didn't have it in him. He still saw you and he yearned to speak you. But he just felt so deflated and embrassed. He wasn't even really Papa anymore in his eyes. Terzo sat on a bench in the garden head in his hands.

"Terzo" Primo sunk down next to him "you are still a Papa" The man just seemed to read his mind. "But she is perfect for you. She helps me in the garden sometimes. She is kind and passionate, you'd really like her."

"hmm" Terzo just muttered and looked up in time to see you walking past with a bag full of leaves you'd swept up. Its a beautiful crisp fall morning with orange and red leaves falling all around. Nihil hobbles past, shaking his head at Terzo which only annoys him more. So in that moment Terzo decides to finally go and talk to you.

Later that day you are sat crocheting in the cozy cafe when someone settles down on the sofa next to you. "Sorry err to disturb you cara" You look over to see Terzo sat there leg crossed over the other casually drinking an esspresso. He has the confident smile plastered on his face, but you can see in his eyes he is nervous. "I wondered if you would want to come with me to a meal tonight... it would be nice no?"

You agree and even though he is much quieter than usual at the start he soon opens up. You end up talking a lot about movies and TV series. He also admires that you can speak multiple languages and he offers to teach you Italian if you want to learn.

Whenever he is with you, he is much brighter, it's like the fires of hell have finally reignited in his eyes. He is very respctful and charming around you. He is very open and honest with you, for him he finally has a partner he can confide in and be himself with. He is very understanding about your past, you can talk to him about it anytime. He will do everything he can to try and help you to heal further and to make sure he doesn't do anything that could remind you of that past.

One evening he asks about your tattoos, he is really facinated by them. As you tell him the stories behind them he lightly traces his fingers over them.

~

Written by Nyx

[kyojurokoibito]

"LET ME PAY YOU!"

Pairing(s): kyojuro rengoku x reader

Synopsis: how kyojuro met his civilian wife

Genre: fluff

Warning(s): n/a

Kao's Notes: just something to put out there while i work on requests in the meantime :) enjoy! <3

"EXCUSE ME, MISS!"

"OH MY G—!" *BANG* "OW!"

you hit the top of your head on the bottom shelf of your stall as a loud voice rang through the night. you ran a popular food stall in the small, lovely town you call home. people loved coming by your food stall for the service, the food, and for a chance to talk with a beautiful lady. each day, you decided to try a new recipe, and everyone was eager to see what you'd be serving every day.

"forgive me," the loud voice called again. "it was not my intention to startle you!"

"i-it's alright." rubbing the crown of your head with a slight pout, you rose to look at the owner of said voice. "i–um–wasn't expecting many people to come by this late, so you caught me by surprise."

taking in the man's appearance, you quickly gathered he was a demon slayer. the distinct design of his haori, the nichirin blade at his hip, and the obvious uniform was a dead giveaway.

you smiled, "would you like something to eat while you're here? i'm making gyu kushi(beef skewers) on top of rice, along with some mochi tonight. you'd be the final person i'm serving!"

the man's smile nearly blinded you, "yes! i would appreciate that very much!"

"great!" his smile was so contagious. you couldn't help but to deliver one as well. "how many orders would you like?"

"that depends," he stated loudly, excitedly slamming his hands on the counter and smiling at you. "how many are you willing to make?!" that's...the first time you've received that response.

"o-oh...uh..." you looked beneath your stall again. "well, i could make the rest of my inventory for you..." you lifted your head to look at him with a nervous laugh. "although, it's a considerably large amount of food, sir."

he laughed, "if you are willing to make it, i am willing to eat it! and no need to call me, sir! i am rengoku kyojuro!" you couldn't stop yourself from laughing along.

"then i'll be happy to make it for you, rengoku-san!"

kyojuro watched you gather the ingredients and quickly get to work on prepping his food. it was clear this was like second nature to you. you worked so diligently and moved with unwavering certainty.

"so," you began as you continued cooking but kept your gaze on kyojuro. this caused the hashira to look at you. "what brings you by this late?"

"a mission," he stated proudly, his smile never leaving. "it is completed, but i always stop by to check on towns nearby!"

"well, that's nice of you," you stated before finishing his first plate of food and handing it to him. "here, have a taste before i make the rest."

he loudly thanked you before placing the beef skewer between his teeth, pulling one of the chunks of meat off with his teeth.

"TASTY!" another bite. "TASTY!" a bite of rice. "TASTY!" a bite of mochi. "TASTY!"

you clapped your hands in delight, overjoyed that the hashira found your food so tasteful.

"so, everything tastes okay? would you still like to have the rest, rengoku-san?" you asked, although you're sure you already knew the answer.

"yes! i would love the rest!" he began fishing around in his pocket. "how much would it be?!"

"oh no," you quickly shook your head and quickly began preparing the rest of the food with a content smile. "i never charge the slayers that pass through. it's the least i can do for you all."

"please!" he slammed a pouch of coins onto the counter, causing you to shriek at the loud noise. he leaned forward, eyes boring into you with conviction. "ALLOW ME TO PAY YOU!"

"i-it's no trouble, really!" you jumped back from the close proximity. he only leaned in closer.

"THIS AMOUNT OF FOOD WOULD SURELY MAKE A GREAT PROFIT FOR YOU!! LET ME PAY!!!"

"b-but, the sales i've made today are more than enough already!!!"

"TAKE MY MONEY!"

"i don't need to!!!"

you two continued back and forth like this as you finished cooking the remainder of his food, packaging them nicely in cute boxes, which only fueled his desire to pay you. as you had given him the last box, he beckoned you to him.

"if you will not let me pay," he placed his free hand on his hip. "then allow me to escort you home!"

placing a hand on your chin, you paused to mull it over. it was pretty late, and you did live on the other side of the town. even if it was small, it would grant enough time for a demon to stake its claim on you.

"alright," you finalized with a greatful nod. "sounds fair!"

on the way, you both engaged in a quiet, lovely conversation. topics ranging from your cooking, his work as a slayer(at least the parts he could tell you), or your childhood, the atmosphere around you was peaceful. now, the current subject of the conversation was family.

"yes, you're right," you respond with a smile as rengoku concluded a story about his little brother. "it can be difficult to care for little siblings. especially if the parent is...more or less present." you cringed at your lack of better term, but kyojuro didn't mind at all. "my parents, unfortunately, fell victim to a demon, so i understand."

"very much so, and i am sorry to hear that! my condolences to you!" he responded with a solemn nod before asking his next question. "i take it you have a sibling then?"

"mhm," you nodded with delight as you drew nearer to your house. "i am the eldest of seven."

"SEVEN?!" he immediately fished the pouch of coins back out before shoving it in your direction. "SUCH A LARGE FAMILY! NOW YOU REALLY MUST TAKE MY PAYMENT!!!"

"i told you already," you pushed it back toward him in defiance. "i don't need it!" he tossed the pouch towards you, leaving you no choice but to catch it. "hey! take it back!" you tried to hand the coin pouch back to him.

"my apologies," he exclaimed after using his other hand to hold the food as well, even though he didn't need to. his smile never faltered as he blatantly ignored your attempts to return his money. "but my hands are full! i can not hold anything else!"

"but you were carrying it one-handed this whole time! you can just–"

"my hands are full!"

"but–"

"i can not carRY ANYMORE!"

"ren–"

"IT IS A PERFECTLY LEGITIMATE REASON AS TO WHY YOU MUST KEEP IT!"

you gave up.

kyojuro–1

y/n–0

upon reaching your house, you turned face kyojuro and gave him a polite bow.

"thank you for walking me back, rengoku-san," you stood straight. "you really didn't have to...nor did you have to pay me."

"it was no trouble at all," he smiled down at you. "and please, call me kyojuro."

you opened the door, and entered the doorway to your home chorus of "NII-SAN" called out to you. fondly shaking your head at your siblings(who were supposed to be in bed by now), you turned back to the hashira and returned his smile.

"alright, well," you placed a gentle hand on one of your little brother's heads, who'd been tugging on your shirt to get your attention, and replied in a hushed voice. "goodnight, kyojuro. have a lovely evening, and please travel safely."

he visibly brightened once he heard his name fall from your lips, and a gentle smile was bestowed upon you.

"goodnight to you as well, and thank you."

as you closed the door, kyojuro happily went on his way but stopped. he couldn't believe he forgot such an important piece of information.

oh well, he'll simply have to find his way back to you because he never got your name.

[slightly-knot-insane]

Hi! Are you still taking orders or something? If so, I have an idea for you~ For example, a werewolf × a Fox!the reader is like enemies-lovers. Where we tease him all the time, and it really annoys him, ho-ho~

I was listening to a song when I got the inspo for this. It's in Croatian, by a band called Tutti Frutti, and the lyrics go like this (my translation):

Kao srna gonjena preko snijega duboka (Like a pursued doe in the deep snow) Iza moga ramena skloni se od lovaca (Hide from hunters behind my shoulder) S oba oka sklopljena (With both of your eyes closed)

Thank you for the ask! This fic got a bit long so I'll split it in two, I apologize ^^'

Don't You Dare! (part 1)

Monstertober 2024 - day 13 [ Mating / Hunting season ] by @/ozzgin

[ m!werewolf x fox hybrid fem!reader ]

You two grew up together. Since your clans have lived next to each other peacefully sharing a vast forest for many years, that wasn't so unusual. You and Ash were friends when you were kids, but he was too shy and aloof for your teen tastes, and you slowly grew distant.

Today, for the first time, you were tasked of guarding the eastern part of the forest. The hunting season began just a few days ago.

"Ugh, you're so booooring," you complain. "Let's at least play a game."

"We're supposed to be watchful," he retorts.

"You know hunters never come this far so early. It will be a peaceful evening, I just know it. Come on, Ash, truth or dare?" The werewolf huffs and keeps walking in front of you. How dares he ignore you! You take your staff and smack his ass.

Ash jumps from shock and swings his strong arm, ready to strike. With a swift leap backward, you escape him, giggling. When he realizes it was only you teasing him, he growls. He is kinda cute when he's angry. "Don't do that! I could've..."

"What? You're too big and slow for me. Truth or dare, Ash? I'll slap your cute ass until you accept."

His werewolf ears fall behind and he awkwardly rubs the back of his head. With another huff, he continues walking. "Uhh... Truth?"

"Have you ever orally pleased someone?"

He trips and turns toward you in shock. "That's a really private question!"

"That's the game, pup, you know the rules." You loved calling him pup because he was three years younger than you and everyone knows werewolves mature slower than fox hybrids.

He scowls at you but answers, as quietly as he could: "Yes..."

"Oh you're a big man now! Good job, pup, I'm glad you know how to please your partners." He shakes his head and continues walking, faster than before. You run after him. "I choose dare!" You're sure he heard you, but he was quiet for quite a while before asking his question.

"I dare you to—" but he suddenly stops and sniffs the wind. He looks at you and and swallows hard. "D-do you know you're... you're about to..."

Why is he so uncomfortable all of a sudden? "Ash, speak up, I can't hear you!" you shout, impatiently dragging your fox tail across the ground. But the silly big pup in front of you continues being awkward. You can sense he is blushing, even though you can't see that on his canine face. "ASH!"

A rifle blast shuts you up, and a bullet flies dangerously near Ash's face. Hunters!

Instinct immediately kicks in and you start running. You are faster than Ash, but you would never leave him behind. Hunters are apparently too far away because they don't shoot again. Still, your heart is racing, fear and excitement electrifying your blood and also... also...

Oh no.

Your cycle. You're in heat! It's still early and you can focus on other things, but... You need to get to a safe place, quickly.

"Ash, I'm—"

"I know," he immediately replies, checking your surroundings. "There is a waterfall not far from here. The water will hide us and our tracks."

You change direction and very soon you hear the rushing in the bottom of a ravine. Of course, you and Ash have no problem getting down safely and you jump into the shallow stream. It is cold and fast, but walking upstream will confuse your pursuers. Also, you need to warn your clans as soon as possible. Yes, you need to focus on that. Only that. Not on how tall Ash is or how good he smells. Or how you always thought he was smart and sweet. And how you saw him swimming once. Or how you wanted to push your finger into his sheath and see what's inside. Or how... shit.

Your pussy started aching, itching, pulsating from need. You had to press it, rub it, stimulate it somehow or you'll go mad. You squeeze your thighs together, pushing your fist against your entrance, with a weak whimper - and you trip, almost dropping your staff. "Fuck, Ash. I can't hold it."

Ash stops but doesn't help you - he hasn't said a single word the entire time or looked at you. And he was constantly trying to walk upwind from you. "Do it quickly and we'll continue. I'll... keep watch."

That idiot pup. "Ash..." Your voice got a note of urgency. "Don't make me beg."

His ears perk up and he stares at you all big eyed, looking like a virgin doe-eyed buck. You roll your eyes, irritated. "Just my luck - I'm horny as a rabbit, and stuck between rifles and a cherry boy. Maybe rifles will give me..."

You are interrupted by a hand grabbing your throat. The other palm is on your ass squeezing it like a sponge. Ash is in your face, snout almost touching your nose. He is quietly growling, but you feel that tremble in your core.

"You chose dare, didn't you?" he asks you. His palm slides from your ass, follows the roundness of your hips and cups your mound. The tip of his finger immediately finds your aching clit. You gasp. "I dare you not to scream when you cum with my knot inside you."

[ part 2 ]

[her-satanic-wiles]

Kinktober Day 7 - Magical Fleshlight

Mountain x Reader

Fuck… why does this feel so real? It’s so… wet. Holy shit.

Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Words: 6k.

Reading Time: 24 min.

Warnings: elements of crack!fic, masturbation, multiple orgasms, noncon, non-discussed sexual activity, public, PIV sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex

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🔞 MDNI 🔞

Mountain slumped onto the bed, sighing heavily as he bounced softly on the plush springs. The day had dragged on endlessly, each hour dragging him further into a storm of stress and fatigue. He could feel the tension in his muscles, the tight knots in his back that throbbed with every movement, and the cramping beginning to form in his legs, a testament to the physically demanding tasks he’d faced. All he wanted was to escape into the soothing embrace of sleep.

Curling up onto his side, he nestled into the cool sheets, the soft fabric a welcome contrast to the roughness of his day. As he logged onto Instagram, the flickering glow of his phone illuminated the dim room, casting playful shadows against the walls. It was a moment of solace, a brief respite from the chaos of the outside world.

Then, your most recent picture appeared on his timeline, and a jolt of electricity surged through him. You were stunning, radiating a captivating allure that pulled him in like a moth to a flame. The memory of the dress you wore last night flickered in his mind—a form-fitting creation that hugged your curves perfectly, its delicate fabric accentuating every feature that drove him wild. He could almost see it bunched up around your waist, his imagination running riot as he pictured the scene.

His heart raced at the thought, and he cursed under his breath, shaking his head as he tried to dispel the imagery. No. He couldn’t think like that. Not now, not when he was exhausted and vulnerable. But the temptation lingered, clawing at the edges of his mind like an unquenchable fire. He longed to reach out, to hold you close, to forget the weight of the world for just a moment.

He swiped through your photos, each one more intoxicating than the last—your smile, your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief. Each image only deepened his frustration and desire, intertwining with the stress of the day, creating a tangled web of emotions he found hard to unravel. The solitude of his room felt stifling, an echo of his longing that was now amplified by your presence on his screen.

Mountain’s thoughts drifted, his body still heavy with weariness yet somehow ignited by an unshakeable yearning. The contrast of his physical exhaustion and the vivid allure of you made his chest tighten. He wanted to rest, to forget his troubles, but he also craved something more—something electric, passionate, and intoxicating.

With a deep breath, he set his phone down, staring at the ceiling as he tried to clear his head. The images of you still danced in his mind, teasing him mercilessly. Perhaps a little distraction would help? A warm shower, a drink, or maybe… just maybe, a little bit of magic to soothe his aching body and restless thoughts. He could picture you there beside him, laughter filling the air, and a shiver of anticipation raced down his spine.

He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to scrub the image of you beneath him from his mind, but it was too late. The fantasy had taken root, blossoming into something far too vivid to ignore. His body was already responding, a heat rising in him that seemed to defy his efforts to suppress it.

With a frustrated sigh, he sat up, his heart pounding as he fought to regain control. The bed felt too soft, too inviting, and his thoughts were spiralling into tantalising possibilities. The way you had looked in that dress—the way it had clung to your body, accentuating your curves—sent a rush of heat coursing through him. He could almost feel your skin beneath his fingertips, the way your body would yield to his touch, inviting him in, urging him to explore.

Mountain clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms as if to ground himself. He was all too aware of the growing tension in his lower abdomen, a primal response that stirred within him, demanding attention. It was maddening. No, he thought firmly, pushing back against the wave of desire. He needed to focus on anything else—work, the tasks ahead, the mess he’d need to clean—but his mind was relentless, cycling back to you.

He stood abruptly, pacing the room as he tried to shake off the intrusive thoughts. Each step seemed to echo with the memory of your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief, and the intoxicating scent of your perfume. It wrapped around him like a fog, clouding his judgment and amplifying his longing.

“Get a grip,” he muttered to himself, the words barely making it past clenched teeth. But as he turned, his gaze fell upon the fleshlight sitting innocently on the bedside table—a recent acquisition, born of desperation and curiosity. The relic hummed softly, as if it sensed his turmoil, and suddenly, he felt a magnetic pull toward it.

Could it really help him escape the throbbing desire that gripped him so tightly? With a tentative hand, he reached for the enchanted device, the cool surface grounding him momentarily as he contemplated his options. It had been whispered among friends that this magical relic could bring fantasies to life, enabling a connection that was both intimate and otherworldly.

Magic? As if. That sounded like the plot of a shitty smutty novel. There was no magic in the real world.

He glanced back at his phone, at your radiant smile, and felt a surge of determination wash over him. Why not give it a try? Perhaps, just this once, he could indulge in a fantasy—a fleeting moment of pleasure that could distract him from the gnawing stress of the day.

With a deep breath, Mountain took a seat on the edge of the bed, the tension still simmering within him as he examined the magical fleshlight in his hands. If there was ever a time to explore the boundary between reality and fantasy, it was now. He was ready to surrender, if only for a little while.

He ran his finger over the fleshlight’s clitoris, the smooth surface cool against his heated skin. The mere touch sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a flicker of anticipation in his belly. The magical device seemed to hum with energy, almost as if it were alive, responding to his touch and urging him to let go of his inhibitions. As his imagination began to weave vivid images of you, he closed his eyes, allowing the fantasy to envelop him.

*

Meanwhile, you were sitting in the library, surrounded by towering shelves filled with dusty tomes and parchment scrolls. The warm, golden light from the lamps cast a comforting glow, but it did little to dispel the exhaustion that clung to you like a second skin. Traveling for the Ministry had worn you out, leaving a mountain of work to tackle. You felt as if you were drowning beneath the weight of it all, buried under reports and briefings that demanded your attention.

Determined to catch up, you hunched over your desk, your quill scratching furiously against the parchment. The words began to blur together as your mind wandered, drawn back to thoughts of Mountain. You couldn’t shake the image of him, powerful and stoic, but with an undeniable softness lurking beneath the surface. That intense gaze of his always made your heart race, igniting a warmth that spread through you.

It was maddening, really, how one thought of him could send your concentration spiraling. You shifted in your chair, the tension in your back protesting the long hours spent hunched over your work. A sigh escaped your lips as you glanced at the clock, realising how late it had grown. The library felt even quieter now, the stillness pressing in around you, amplifying your restlessness.

But that was when you felt it. A sudden, electrifying swipe over your clitoris, sending shockwaves of sensation coursing through your body. You froze, your pen hovering above the notebook, heart racing as confusion and curiosity battled within you. What on earth was happening?

You glanced around the library, half-expecting to see someone teasing you, but the room remained empty, the silence thick with the weight of ancient knowledge. The sensation pulsed again, rhythmic and insistent, as if someone—something—was touching you beneath your clothes. Your breath caught in your throat, the combination of surprise and intrigue igniting a warmth deep within. You stood up and moved seats, thinking that was the problem, but when the swipe came a second time, you almost screamed. It felt so good, somehow?

With every pulse, the sensation felt more intense and quicker, drawing you deeper into an exhilarating haze. You clenched your thighs together, instinctively searching for relief as you fought to maintain your composure. The rhythmic touches seemed to dance along your most sensitive areas, teasing and inviting with each electric caress.

Your breath hitched as you pressed your legs together, seeking some form of control, but the warmth pooled low in your belly, a heated pressure that was becoming increasingly impossible to ignore. You bit your lip, trying to focus on the paper in front of you, but the words swam before your eyes, fading into the background as your entire being concentrated on the sensation that was almost overwhelming.

What if it was Mountain? The thought sent a shiver through you. You had shared so many lingering glances, those moments charged with unspoken desire. Your brain kept showing you images of him next to you, hands beneath your habit and flicking over your clit so expertly, you were getting closer and closer to the precipice by the second.

Another pulse shot through you, sharper and more insistent than before. You gasped, gripping the edge of the desk for support. Your mind raced, torn between the fantasy of Mountain orchestrating this and the reality of being in the library, surrounded by centuries of knowledge and solitude.

The teasing sensation flickered again, and you could feel it mirroring the rhythm of your heartbeat, tugging at your very core. You could hardly contain yourself; a soft moan escaped your lips, echoing against the high ceilings of the library. The sound startled you, and you quickly glanced around, but there was still no one in sight.

Swallowing hard, you weighed your options. You could leave the library, escape this unexpected spell, or you could embrace it, surrender to the sensations that were taking over your body. The tension in your back seemed to dissipate, replaced by a throbbing warmth that surged through you with every pulse.

You took a deep breath, heart pounding in anticipation. What would happen if you let yourself explore this strange new sensation? What if this was a glimpse into something deeper, something shared with Mountain that had yet to be spoken?

Finally, you settled back into your seat, heart racing as you surrendered to the unknown. With each wave of pleasure, you began to ride the rhythm, feeling the magic course through you. The lines of reality blurred as you imagined Mountain’s hands—strong yet gentle—working their magic on you. The fantasies you had buried deep within began to surface, filling your mind with images of him, of you, lost in a world of desire.

As you surrendered to the sensations, a part of you still wondered how long you could remain in this secret world, caught between the throes of pleasure and the reality of your surroundings. But for now, all that mattered was the intoxicating feeling of the unknown, and the powerful connection that pulsed between you and Mountain, drawing you ever closer.

The sensations grew stronger, more insistent, every pulse of pleasure pushing you closer to the edge. Your grip tightened on the edge of the desk, knuckles white as you fought to keep silent, your breath coming in shallow, shaky gasps. The magical teasing seemed to know exactly where to touch, how to drive you wild without mercy, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. You could barely focus on anything but the pressure building inside you, hot and unbearable.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you tried to stifle the moans threatening to escape your lips. The last thing you wanted was for anyone to walk in and find you like this, overwhelmed by invisible hands, pleasure coursing through you in the middle of the quiet library. But the thought of being caught only seemed to heighten the thrill, a dangerous mix of arousal and anticipation that made the heat within you coil tighter.

The rhythm became more relentless, the electric pulses caressing your clitoris and sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. You pressed your thighs together again, trying to ease the tension, but it only made the feeling more intense, more impossible to resist. Your body was trembling, your heart pounding in your chest, your breaths coming in quick, ragged bursts as the wave of ecstasy swelled higher and higher.

Your mind was a blur, filled with images of Mountain—his hands on you, his body pressed against yours. You could almost feel him there, his touch, his breath on your skin. The fantasy had completely taken over, and you no longer cared about anything but the release that was building inside you, stronger and stronger with each passing second.

And then, it hit.

A final pulse, stronger and more intense than before, surged through you, and suddenly, you were there, on the edge of oblivion. You gasped, your back arching as your entire body tensed, the pleasure overwhelming, almost too much to bear. The climax washed over you in powerful waves, each one more intense than the last, leaving you trembling, breathless, your mind utterly consumed by the moment.

Your hands clutched the desk, your thighs clamped together as the pleasure coursed through you, your heart pounding in your ears as you rode the waves of ecstasy. You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped your lips, your body shaking as you finally surrendered to the release you’d been fighting.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Everything was still, your mind lost in the afterglow, your body limp and sated. The heat slowly began to ebb away, leaving a warm, languid feeling in its wake. You slumped in your chair, chest heaving, your skin flushed and your limbs heavy. The library was silent once again, save for the sound of your ragged breathing as you came down from the high.

You opened your eyes, still dazed, your body tingling with the remnants of pleasure. The magic had faded, leaving you alone once more. You glanced around, half-expecting someone to have noticed, but the library remained as quiet and still as ever. No one had witnessed your moment of ecstasy, and for that, you were grateful.

*

Mountain felt the fleshlight twitch in his hands, the silicone pulsing rhythmically under his touch. It was strange, almost unnerving, how lifelike it felt—warm and supple, as though it had a mind of its own. He reasoned it must have been designed that way, engineered to feel as close to the real thing as possible. After all, the material had to have some give; otherwise, it would be difficult to fuck.

But this… this felt different. Too real.

Curiosity burned within him, and without thinking, he removed his thumb from the fleshlight’s clit and slid a finger into the vaginal hole. He half-expected to feel nothing but cold silicone or mechanical resistance, but the moment his fingertip pressed inside, he froze.

“Fuck…” he muttered, his breath catching in his throat.

The interior was silky smooth, impossibly warm, and slick with wetness, as though it had already been perfectly lubricated just for him. His finger sank deeper, and he swore he felt the walls subtly pulse around him, hugging his digit with a grip that sent a jolt of arousal straight through his core. It felt as though he had slipped his finger inside a real pussy—alive, warm, and so damn wet.

It was too much.

The thought hit him like a lightning bolt, sending a rush of blood straight to his length, which was already half-hard, now straining against his trousers. He glanced down, feeling the growing pressure, but his mind couldn’t tear away from the fleshlight and its surreal sensations. His pulse quickened as he slowly curled his finger inside the toy, feeling the textured inner walls respond to his every movement, as if the toy were reacting, pulling him in.

“Holy shit…” he whispered under his breath, barely able to believe what he was experiencing.

The slickness inside only made his cock throb with more need, the pressure building rapidly in his groin. His mind wandered back to the vivid images of you that had plagued him all night. He imagined it wasn’t just his finger inside this magical device, but his cock, sinking deep into that same warmth, feeling your body move beneath him, wrapped around him. He could almost hear the sound of your breath hitching in pleasure, see the way your body would react to every thrust.

His arousal was becoming impossible to ignore, his length now fully hard, aching to be touched. The wetness coating his finger made him desperate to feel more, to know what it would be like to sink himself completely into the impossible magic of this fleshlight.

But something nagged at him in the back of his mind. Why did this feel so different? So personal? It wasn’t just a toy; it was something more, something… connected.

Mountain exhaled sharply, pulling his finger out and wiping it on his trousers as he debated whether to continue. His cock twitched in anticipation, and the need for release was undeniable. He had to know just how far this could go.

His hand drifted to the waistband of his trousers, the decision already made.

*

You had felt the initial intrusion, the unexpected presence inside you, no thicker than a finger. It wasn’t moving with any intent to please, merely exploring your most intimate space, as if testing the waters, feeling out your warmth. A breath caught in your throat, and you slumped over the desk, your hand flying to your mouth, desperate to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. Your body shivered in response, torn between confusion and the undeniable arousal that was building deep within you.

The slow, teasing movements left you trembling, and while it wasn’t enough to satisfy the aching need between your legs, the anticipation was maddening. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to create some friction, something to ease the growing heat. But the moment you began to settle into the sensation, it stopped. The presence withdrew, and you were left empty, unsatisfied, your slick, needy cunt clenching around nothing.

A soft whimper escaped your lips, muffled by the back of your hand. A part of you was disappointed, frustrated even, that it had left. Your body was throbbing, aching for more—more of whatever that was, more of what it had been building toward. Your pulse was racing, and the quiet library around you suddenly felt too confining, too stifling. You couldn’t stay here, not like this.

Your legs felt weak as you stood, the lingering heat between your thighs making every movement feel laboured. You glanced around the empty room, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks as if someone might have seen your inner turmoil, but the library remained silent and still. The quiet was too much now, the weight of your arousal pressing down on you, urging you to seek relief. You needed more than just that teasing touch; you needed release. And you needed it now.

Quickly, you began packing up your things, your fingers fumbling as you tried to gather your quill and parchment. Your mind was already somewhere else, picturing what awaited you once you could find privacy. The thought of it—of taking care of yourself, of chasing the release that had been cruelly denied in the library—sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

With your belongings hastily stuffed into your bag, you headed toward the door, your breath uneven as you made your way out of the library. The cool air of the hallway did little to calm the fire raging inside you. You had to find somewhere—anywhere—you could be alone and finish what had been started.

Your legs moved quickly beneath you, instinct driving you toward the nearest private space, your heart pounding with anticipation as the memory of that teasing touch replayed in your mind.

You left the library in a hurry, taking a sharp left down the corridor toward your room, your mind laser-focused on finding relief. Each step was torture, your knees weak and trembling, barely able to support your body as the weight of your arousal pressed down on you. The cool air of the hallway did nothing to ease the growing heat between your thighs, and you quickened your pace, desperate to reach the privacy of your room.

But just as you rounded the corner, a new sensation hit you.

Dread pooled in your stomach as you felt your folds part, something heavy and hard sliding between them. You gasped, eyes widening in shock, feeling a thick pressure press against your clit. It wasn’t the slow, teasing touch from before—it was urgent, insistent, and so overwhelmingly real that you couldn’t hold back the shaky moan that escaped your lips. The sensation was distracting, too distracting, and in your attempt to keep moving, you stumbled.

Your legs gave out beneath you, and with a gasp, you fell to the ground, your belongings scattering across the wooden floor. Pens, paper and books slipped from your grasp, your bag tumbling open as you struggled to regain control of your body. The thick presence between your legs remained, rubbing insistently against your clit with every movement, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you as you lay there, heart racing and breath ragged.

Your hands shot down instinctively, as though to push whatever it was away, but there was nothing tangible, nothing you could grasp. It was as if some invisible force was teasing you, pressing into you with an unrelenting rhythm that made it impossible to think straight.

You tried to stand, pushing yourself up with trembling arms, but the pleasure was so intense that you collapsed again, your knees refusing to support your weight. Another shudder ran through you, your body betraying you as the rubbing against your clit continued, the sensation almost unbearable. You squeezed your thighs together, but it only seemed to make it worse, the pressure building with every second.

“Fuck…” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breathless gasp. You had no control over your body anymore. The sensation between your legs had taken over, and all you could do was grip the floor beneath you, helpless against the mounting pleasure.

The hallway was empty, but you were still exposed, vulnerable. You needed to get up, needed to reach your room where you could finally give in to what your body craved. But as another pulse of pleasure shot through you, you weren’t sure you’d even make it.

A stroke of luck emerged, catching your eye in the midst of your frantic struggle—the door to a cleaning closet, left slightly ajar. Relief mixed with desperation as you quickly gathered your scattered belongings, your hands shaking as you scrambled to your feet. You couldn’t make it much further; your knees were barely holding you upright as it was, and the relentless pressure between your thighs was making it impossible to think straight.

Without a second thought, you rushed toward the open door, heart pounding in your chest. As soon as you stumbled inside, you slammed it shut behind you, pressing your back against the wood. There was no lock, but if you could just stay quiet—if you could hold out here for a few moments—you might make it through this without being caught. The small space was dimly lit, filled with shelves of cleaning supplies, and the air smelled faintly of soap and lavender.

You barely had time to catch your breath before it happened.

A sharp, overwhelming sensation took hold of you as you felt something push into you—deep, filling your already throbbing, aching hole. The intrusion was sudden, and you gasped, your hand flying to your mouth to muffle the cry of pleasure that threatened to burst out. It was thick, stretching you in a way that was both shocking and satisfying, as though whatever it was had been waiting for this moment, waiting for you to be alone, vulnerable, and desperate.

It was definitely a cock - but it was fucking huge.

*

Mountain sank into the fleshlight, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as the tightness enveloped him. He was a big man in every sense of the word, and his length was no exception—thick, heavy, and aching for relief. As he pressed deeper, the silicone walls yielded, but only just enough, hugging him in a way that felt almost too real. The sensation was overwhelming, warm and snug, gripping him with the perfect balance of resistance and give, as though the toy had been made just for him.

His breath hitched as he sank further, the heat surrounding him sending shivers down his spine. Every inch of him was enveloped in that wet, warm tightness, and it felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. His hips rolled instinctively, testing the limits of the toy’s grip, and the way it clung to him made his cock throb with need. It was almost maddening how good it felt—too good, in fact. The slickness inside, combined with the soft, textured ridges, made every movement feel as though he was buried deep inside something alive.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his hands tightening around the base of the fleshlight as his hips moved again, slower this time, savouring the way it squeezed him with every thrust.

The heat, the wetness, the way it pulsed around him—it was almost too much to bear. He couldn’t help but picture you, the way your body would feel wrapped around him like this, clenching down on him, pulling him in. The thought of you, mixed with the intensity of the sensation, made his control slip. His pace quickened, driven by the growing pressure building in his groin, his need for release clawing at him.

Each thrust into the toy felt more urgent, the friction deliciously overwhelming. He could feel the tension building, his length throbbing inside the slick, tight tunnel. Every stroke was bringing him closer to the edge, the pleasure so intense it made his vision blur. The way the fleshlight clung to him was impossibly real, and the thought of sinking into your warmth instead made his pulse race even faster.

He was too far gone to stop now, completely lost in the sensation, the need for release overtaking him as his hips bucked into the toy with reckless abandon.

*

Your legs gave out entirely, and you collapsed against the shelves, your body trembling as the force inside you began to move. Slow, deliberate strokes, in and out, dragging along your sensitive walls and making you shudder with each thrust. You bit down on your hand, trying to stay quiet, but the sensation was so intense, so perfectly maddening, that small, helpless whimpers slipped past your lips despite your best efforts.

The sensation wasn’t just physical; it was connected. Every movement inside you felt purposeful, like whoever—or whatever—was controlling this was in sync with your body, knowing exactly how to make you fall apart. Your pussy clenched around it, soaking wet, the slickness only making the thrusts more fluid, more relentless.

Your breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, the rhythm of your body matching the relentless thrusts that were driving you closer and closer to the edge. Each stroke pushed deeper, dragging against your most sensitive spots, and the heat building inside you was becoming unbearable. Your mind was spinning, the world around you fading into a blur as the pressure inside you mounted, thick and heavy.

You could feel yourself trembling, your body taut with anticipation, the pleasure coiling tighter with every thrust. Your nails dug into your palms, a desperate attempt to ground yourself, to hold on just a little longer—but it was no use.

It felt so good.

Too good.

You sat up a little and spread your legs, pulling your panties off from beneath your habit and throwing them somewhere in the dark, your middle finger immediately moving to your swollen and sensitive clit. Rubbing furiously at it, you let out a loud gasp, the feeling of the cock fucking into you, now at a violent pace. You grasped onto the shelf behind you with your free hard, trying to find something to ground you as much as possible, but nothing was working. Something invisible was pounding relentlessly into your cunt, using your body for their own pleasure and you were so wound up tight - you liked it.

Your body was already betraying you, your pussy tightening around the force inside you as the tension built to a breaking point. It was hitting all the right spots, fucking into you like no one else had managed to before. You bit on your bottom lip trying to remain quiet, but at this point your moans and pants were coming out so loudly, you were sure passers by could hear you.

*

Mountain’s breath was ragged as he thrust into the fleshlight, his large hands gripping it tightly, the soft silicone giving way under his force but clinging to him in the most maddening way. His head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut as the slickness inside seemed to pulse in time with his movements. Every stroke felt too real, too perfect—as if it were more than just a toy, something alive and responding to him.

His cock was fully buried now, his hips rolling slowly at first, but the tightness had him on edge, making it impossible to hold back. His groans grew louder, deep and rough, as he set a more urgent pace. The fleshlight gripped him harder, the wet warmth inside making every stroke smoother, more fluid, but also more intense. It felt better than it should have, the sensation almost too much for him to handle.

“Fuck…” he hissed under his breath, his length throbbing with need. Each thrust sent a pulse of pleasure through his body, his mind clouded with desire as he imagined you beneath him instead. The way you would look, your body writhing in pleasure as he buried himself inside you, the soft sounds of your moans filling the air. The thought made his cock twitch inside the toy, his pace quickening as he lost himself in the fantasy.

But then, something strange happened.

The fleshlight pulsed. It wasn’t just responding to his thrusts anymore—it was as if it had a life of its own, squeezing him, rippling around his length in a way that was too real, too connected. His eyes flew open, a gasp escaping him as he stilled for a moment, looking down at the toy in his hands.

“What the…?”

He felt it again, the sensation tightening, as if the fleshlight was reacting not to his body, but to something else entirely. The pulsing grew stronger, almost rhythmic, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through him so intense he nearly doubled over. He could feel the slick walls inside moving, as though mimicking the contractions of an actual body—your body.

Mountain’s heart raced, his mind spinning. There was no way this was just a toy anymore. He could feel it—feel you—somehow, in some way. It was impossible, but there was no denying the connection. The more he moved, the more the fleshlight reacted, tightening around him with each thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his core.

His hips bucked involuntarily, the sensations overtaking him, his mind now filled with images of you. He imagined you trembling, the way your body would shake as he pushed into you, the look of desperation in your eyes as you tried to hold back your release. His pace became frantic, thrusting into the toy with abandon, the tight, wet warmth driving him to the edge.

He was so close. He could feel his orgasm building, his entire body tensing with the need for release. The pulsing around his cock grew more intense, as though it were pulling him deeper, milking him for everything he had.

“Fuck…” he groaned your name, unable to stop himself now. He was lost in the sensation, lost in the thought of you, the connection between you both tightening with every second.

*

You could feel the climax rushing toward you, unstoppable, consuming every part of you. And as the force inside you thrust again, harder this time, it finally sent you over the edge.

A wave of pure ecstasy crashed over you, the intensity of your orgasm ripping through you in shuddering waves. Your walls clenched down around the presence inside you, your body convulsing as pleasure coursed through you, lighting up every nerve. The release was overwhelming, and you bit down harder on your hand, stifling the moan that tore from your throat as your climax consumed you.

But the relentless pounding didn’t stop. Whoever was fucking you wasn’t done with you just yet.

*

Mountain felt you reach your peak, the pulsing sensation inside the fleshlight intensifying to a point that left him breathless. The way your body clenched around him, as if you were riding the wave of ecstasy, sent a jolt of raw pleasure straight to his core. He could almost hear your moans, soft and desperate, echoing in his mind as he envisioned you lost in your climax, your body trembling beneath him.

With every thrust, he was drawn closer to the edge, the need for release building within him like a tidal wave, crashing and surging. The connection felt electric, transcending the physical boundaries of your separate spaces, and it was almost overwhelming. As you shuddered in pleasure, he could feel the warmth radiating from the fleshlight, as if it were feeding off your climax, drawing him in.

“Fuck!” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. The fleshlight tightened around him, almost as if it was responding to your release, and the sensation drove him wild. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, a primal urge that had him gasping for air.

As you soared through your orgasm, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust deeper, faster, losing himself completely in the moment. The world around him faded away, the only thing that mattered was the relentless pleasure coursing through him, the sensation of the silicone hugging him so tightly that it felt almost like a second skin.

With one final, powerful thrust, he reached his own peak. A wave of ecstasy crashed over him, his body convulsing as he spilled himself into the fleshlight. A deep, guttural groan escaped his lips as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure, feeling as if he were floating in a sea of bliss.

His hips stuttered as he felt the last tremors of his release, each pulse sending shockwaves of satisfaction through him. The connection, the overwhelming sensations—it was all too much, and he reveled in it, letting it consume him entirely.

Panting, he collapsed back against the bed, still reeling from the intensity of it all. The fleshlight lay discarded beside him, the warmth and slickness inside a reminder of the wild connection they had just shared. He could still feel the lingering echoes of your climax intertwining with his own, leaving him breathless and yearning for more.

What had just happened? It felt like more than just a fantasy—it felt like something deeper, something that blurred the lines of reality and desire. He found himself staring at the ceiling, a mix of confusion and exhilaration coursing through him. The next time he saw you, everything would change.

Prev./Next

[iliketangerines]

Raiden, Kung Lao, or liu kang ((whichever you want to do)) with a reader who is a teacher and works with younger kids- maybe for Raiden or kung kao reader is a teacher in Fengjian- or for liu kang- reader is a teacher to the younger kids at the academy- she or he ((whatever you wanna do)) really likes working with kids and one day maybe expresses she really wants kids of her own and they boys say like “I can help you with that”

give you what you want

a/n: oh breeding kink and kung lao go so well together

pairing: kung lao x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), creampies, breeding kink, nipple play, pussy eating, overstmulation

Kung Lao walks through the academy, trying to escape his lessons for the day and catch a break when he hears the screams of small children in another room

he immediately sprints over, hat in hand and muscles tense, but he just sees you, chasing the kids around the room as they laugh and run to get away from you

you catch up to one of them and raise them up into the air while letting out a faux roar and saying that you caught them

you put the child underneath your arm and continue chasing the rest, and Kung Lao is instantly enamored

a parent pushes by him, and Kung Lao steps into the room as parents start to trickle n and collect the children

you hand them off with a smile and a wave until there’s no one left but you and him

you look at him with a raised eyebrow and ask if he's here to pick up a ghost child or something, and Kung Lao realizes he’s just been staring at you like a creep

he backtracks quickly and says he’s training at the Wu Shi Academy, that he just happened to wander by and see what was up

you laugh and say really, and you shuck off your jacket and go to the center of the room and challenge him to a spar

it ends with Kung Lao underneath you, strong thighs trapping him to the mat, and it’s the start to your relationship

he woos you with food and chocolates and dates to the village, and you teach him how to fight better, how to predict moves and defend his weak spots

you steal kisses from each other when you can, in between classes, in between training, before mealtimes and every time in between

one day, somewhere in the academy, drinking baijiu and grimacing at the taste, you tell Kung Lao that you want kids one day, that you work with them because you love them so much

Kung Lao’s face flushes as he feels his cock twitch in his pants as you continue to ramble, face flushed and words a bit slurred as you sigh

the monk grins at you, turning his face towards yours and leaning in close and telling you that he can help with that

you mouth hangs open for a moment before you grin and pull him in for heated kiss

he groans into your mouth and cups the back of your neck to bring you in closer as he presses his tongue into yours and drags you into his lap

you grind into his aching cock, and he moans into your mouth as you whine into his, desperate for the friction and the pleasure

he pulls away from you, and your lips move forward, as if chasing his

he laughs at your dazed expression, and he picks you up into his arms, taking you to his bedroom and throwing you onto the bed

he leans on top of you, kissing you again and grinding his cock into your hips as your nails dig into his back and you whine into him

he grins and trails his lips down, kissing your neck and sucking a dark hickey up by your jawline, high enough so that you can’t hide it from the world

once he’s satisfied with littering your neck in kisses he sits up, letting you get up, and he strips himself of his clothes as you quickly follow

immediately, he goes back to you kissing down your chest and sucking on your nipples

he nips at them before pressing long licks into the nubs, and your back arches off the bed to get him closer to your chest, to bring him close to you

you moans are desperate and whiny as you beg him for more, and he mumbles into your skin to be patient as he tastes you

he squeezes at your other breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his rough fingers, and he imagines your chest full of milk, sensitive and raw for him

he grinds his cock down at the thought and sucks harder, as if trying to draw out milk, and you moan loudly and grip onto his hair

he detaches from your nipple with a loud pop before moving to the other one to give it the same amount of attention

you desperate and wet for him by the time he’s done, your wetness dripping down between your legs and onto the bed

Kung Lao trails kisses down from your chest, making sure to squeeze the fat of your stomach and give it a little extra love, and he can imagine you round and full of his children

Kung Lao spreads your legs his with large hands and bites his lip at the sight of your pussy clenching down on nothing and drooling just for him

he kisses the inside of your thighs before pressing his tongue flat against your clit, making you moan and tug at his hair desperately

you grind your hips into his, and he lets you, dragging you in closer by your legs and squeezing at the soft flesh

they’re so soft and perfect around his head, squeezing him as you cry out in pleasure when he gives a hard suck at your sensitive clit

you’re so reactive for him, such a pretty little thing so mindless underneath his touch, and he loves it

if you’re already this sensitive, how much more sensitive would you be when pregnant?

Kung Lao moans at the thought and brings his mouth down to taste you, lapping at your cunt while his nose grinds into your clit

your back arches off the bed, and your hips jerk as you cum into his mouth

Kung Lao hums into your pussy as he tastes your sweetness, and he buries himself in deeper, needing to taste you more and getting high off your sounds

you whine as the overstimulation sets in, and your hips twitch away

Kung Lao growls into your cunt and brings you back to him, telling you to let him enjoy your taste until he’s done, and he dives back into your cunt, fucking you on his tongue and relishing in the way you whine and whimper into the air, pain and pleasure sparking through your body

he makes you cum on his tongue a few more times, his moans growing more and more desperate as your wetness drips down his face and onto the bed, staining the sheets

finally, as tears start to drip down your face and drool pools in the corner of your mouth, Kung Lao comes back up, hooking your legs over his shoulders, and comes up to kiss you

you moan at the taste of you on his tongue, and Kung Lao grabs onto his cock, hissing at the sensitivity, before sliding into you

you both moan at the same time

he stretches your pussy, filling you completely and making your mind buzz with pleasure, and Kung Lao is no better, your cunt so wet and tight just for him

he gives a few experimental thrusts, slow and cautious, and you let out little whines for him to go faster, for him to breed you, fill you up

Kung Lao loses his self-control and starts ramming his hips into your, his pelvis grinding into your clit and making you see stars and sob

he tells you look so pretty on his cock, all filled up and fucked-out, that you’re going to look so gorgeous with his heirs, so pretty all knocked-up with his children

he fucks into you ruthlessly, and you claw at his back as your pussy clenches down on him and creams on his cock

Kung Lao groans at the feeling of you tightening around him, and he spills his seed into you

he stays seated inside of you, keeping his cum plugged inside of you as he peppers kisses all along your face and whispers compliments into your ear

you smile and comb your fingers through his hair as you tell him he was good, filled you up so good

Kung Lao pulls out and watches the cum leak out of you and onto the bed sheets

he wants to shove it back in with his fingers, to make sure not a single drop goes to waste, but he needs to take care of you first

he helps bring you to the shower, and the two of you shower together, washing each other’s hair and scrubbing the day off

the both of you fall onto the bed and cuddle underneath the sheets, and you fall asleep quickly, tired out from taking care of your students and then getting fucked by Kung Lao

the monk takes a little longer to fall asleep, and he places a kiss on your forehead

he hopes you two can try again soon

[theic-manic]

Hello! I would like to ask if you or other Hellenic polytheists are okay with Gods x Reader stories. Sometimes this kind of story comes up for me and I'm like "🤨" I don't know

Hey there! I can't answer for all Polytheists, as we are all unique and have varying comfort levels with sexuality and erotica however I shall comment on my own perspective, as a non-reconstructionist: Personally, I love that you've asked me this when Hermes has come back from whatever errands he was running nice and strong because I have found that one of the UPG (Unverified Personal Gnosis) "signs" I get when he's wanting to work with me directly is that my FYP on various socials will have Hermes fan art (some of it especially "slutty") , and Hermes x Reader and I have found that as a deity I associate with the algorithm he'll show my certain deity x reader content in general on various platforms. Last night I saw some fan art that made me realise we was definitely back. Occasionally I will feel drawn to looking certain content up, especially when Apollo is inspiring me.

I once had Apollo ask what i thought of a certain Apollo x Reader fic, and upon giving my approval, he explained that he "likes to inspire the writers and artists because their works are viewed by certain followers precisely when they need to view them". That's not to say that seeing deity x reader content is a guaranteed sign, however I do take Kledons and other omens into account when identifying which deity is reaching out to me and why. Finally, it is never my place, or the place of anyone else, to censor what other artists and creators do, which includes modern adaptations such as Kaos, PJO etc. So long as the creators aren't being disrespectful to the cultures the deities come from, I personally see no issue and from what I gather the majority of Deity x Reader content is based on the pop culture adaptation characters rather than actual deities. As for the content that's based on Mythology-deities than pop culture characters, if people feel drawn to expressing their connection with the divine in such a manner, power to them. While I live in an area known as "Little Greece", and work with some Greeks, I am not of Greek heritage and I am not a reconstructionist so I'm not about to start virtue signalling, I'll allow the Greeks to take space & speak on how they feel about this content themselves. As for the culture that does apply to me, as an ex- Norse Pagan-Polytheist of Scandinavian-Eastern European-German heritage on my paternal side, I had to learn many moons ago to treat media portrayals of the Gods as separate fictional characters for my own sanity, especially with all the Loki simps (I was a Loki devotee). It does become particularly cringe worthy when baby-Polytheists "Godspouse with Loki" and the "Loki" they are "worshipping" is Marvel Loki rather than Mythology Loki, however as long as folks aren't being disrespectful to Heathenry, Asatru or the cultures who worshipped the Norse gods it's not my business. (As an aside, I have recently had some signs of Loki wanting to work with me again so I will need to look into this further). The important question I have for you to reflect upon however is how do you feel about this content? If you dislike it, then I suggest that you simply keep scrolling and train your algorithm to prioritise other content. Please don't let the opinions of others dictate your experiences with the divine! This is your spiritual journey, fellow traveller. I hope this answers your ask well enough.

[rainisawriter]

Enamored With You – Yuken (PSF #24)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, magic, slice of life

Prompt: “You’ve told your parents?” (@flufftober) / Truth: Do you believe in magic? (@slumberpartybingo Halloween Flash)

Word Count: 5,141

Pairing: Reader x Yuken

World: High&Low

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You shifted nervously from where you sat on the bullet train, brow furrowed at the glass. The world was passing by you in a blur of grey and brown with the occasional splash of orange. 

Yuken’s parents lived about thirty minutes outside of the city and they wanted him to come home for Halloween. He had convinced you to tag along with him because he wanted you to meet his parents.

When you told him you had no right invading on his family gathering, he gave you a wolfish grin and had proudly proclaimed, “I’m going to marry you, one day. They need to meet you first!“

How could you say no to that? Especially when he was giving you that puppy dog look that you simply couldn’t resist.

You could feel your boyfriend watching you and you scowled.

“I’m fine.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Yuken chuckled from where he sat across from you.

“You were thinking it.”

“Oh?” He quirked a brow at you, propping up his chin with his hand. “You never told me that mind reading was one of your powers.”

You sent him a look and he chuckled again, shifting so he was sitting beside you. He put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“Stop worrying. My parents are going to love you.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and you smiled, reaching up to thread your fingers through his own.

You weren’t so much worried that his parents would hate you as you were worried about them finding out your secret. See, you were a witch, descended from a long line of witches. As far as most humans were concerned, your kind didn’t exist outside of movies and you had been taught to keep it that way.

Humanity simply wasn’t ready to accept that a different race had been hiding amongst them for so long. To be honest, you never planned on telling Yuken, at least not for a long while. That went out the window when he got into a huge fight with guys twice his size and age.

He had been pretty badly injured but refused to go to the hospital. You were scared of losing him so you used your magic to stop the bleeding, thinking he was unconscious. He wasn’t and, well… you had a lot of explaining to do after that. 

You were convinced that he was your soulmate so the last thing you wanted to do was scare his parents or make them hate you. It’s not like you didn’t have control over your powers, but there was always a slim chance of using them by accident when your emotions ran high.

You rested your head against his chest, calmed by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. ‘This trip is going to be fine. Nothing is going to happen.’

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You followed Yuken up the steps of his parent’s house, gripping the strap of your bag tightly as he pushed the door open, announcing that he was home. A short woman with permed brown hair came rushing out of the kitchen, a bright smile on her face.

“Welcome home!” She cupped his face. “Oh, look at you! You’ve gotten even taller than the last time I saw you.”

“Maybe you’ve just gotten shorter, kaa-chan~” he teased with a grin, earning a smack to his arm.

She turned to face you, offering a polite yet friendly smile. “Welcome to the Odajima home, dear. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

You bowed politely to her. “Thank you for having me, Odajima-san.”

“Oh, please, no need to be so formal! You can just call me Kao. Or, if you feel so inclined… you can call me kaa-chan,” she winked at you, making you smile. “Well, what are you waiting on? Take your things upstairs and get settled. Go on!”

“Yes, kaa-chan~” sang Yuken before he started toward the stairs, you close behind.

His bedroom was clean and minimalistic, just like his apartment in the city. A single bed sat against the right wall with a bookcase on one side and a table on the other. Across from the bed was a desk, though there was nothing but a cup of pens sitting atop it. A dresser sat beneath the window and the closet was to the left of the door.

You set your bags on the bed, unzipping them so you could unpack. Yuken came up behind you, hugging you softly as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Don’t bother. We’re only staying for three days.”

“I know, but we should still put them away.”

He hummed, pressing his lips to the skin beneath your ear. “I’d rather spend that time with you.”

You grinned, turning around in his hold, your arms finding their place around his neck. “Technically, we’d be doing it together so you would be spending time with me.”

“I can think of better things to do,” he mused before pressing his lips against yours.

You didn’t hesitate to kiss back, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss. His tongue brushed against your lower lip and you granted him access just so you could brush your tongue over his piercing. He groaned in appreciation, giving you a squeeze before pulling away.

His forehead rested against yours, a goofy grin on his lips. “I love you so much. You know that, right?”

You hummed, eyes flashing red for a moment before a smile came to your lips. “You’re telling the truth.”

He pouted, lightly pinching your hip. “Did you really just use magic on me? How rude.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied, trying to sound genuine but the wolfish grin on your lips and the amused glint in your eyes gave you away.

“You are so not sorry.”

“I am, I swear~” You reached up to kiss him but he turned his face at the last second so you planted a kiss against his cheek. “Now that is rude.”

“I don’t kiss liars.” He tried to sound annoyed but, just like you, he couldn’t keep a straight face. For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other before bursting into a fit of giggles. “Liars must be punished!” 

You laughed when he went slack against you, his weight forcing you back onto the bed. “You’re heavy, get offa me.”

“I refuse.” His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, arms tight around your body. “You didn’t say it back.”

“Hm?” Your fingers brushed through his hair, tugging it free from the hair tie. “Say what?”

“You didn’t say you love me back.”

A warm smile came to your lips. “I love you, Odajima Yuken. I love you more than the moon loves the stars. More than the flowers love the sun.”

He slowly pushed himself up, elbows resting on either side of you as his eyes met yours.

You cupped his cheek with a smile. “I love you more than the wind loves the trees and more than the earth loves the rain.”

“You’re so cheesy,” he whispered, heart filled with warmth and love for you.

“You love it.”

“I really do,” he whispered, pressing his lips against yours again, this time in a slow, sensual embrace.

“Yuken! Your brother is home!”

The two of you broke apart and you furrowed your brow at him. “Brother? I thought it was just going to be your parents.”

“It was supposed to be.” His own brow furrowed as he pulled himself off the bed, holding his hand out to you. “I guess you’re meeting the whole family.”

You held back a groan as you followed him down the stairs. Standing in the doorway was a heavily pregnant woman holding the hand of a young little girl. When the child saw Yuken, her face lit up and she darted toward him, jumping into his arms.

“Ken-oji-chan!” She giggled when he held her up by the armpits, spinning her around.

“Look at you~” he cooed happily. “You’re getting so big!”

“Papa says if I eat my veggies, I’ll grow as big as you one day!”

“He’s right,” he tapped her on the nose, making her squeal in delight.

You couldn’t help but smile at the interaction and how cute the two of them were.

“Yuken,” called the woman, sending him a look. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

The tall male held the young girl against his hip with one arm, the other going around your waist and tugging you closer as he introduced you to them before introducing them to you. “This is my sister-in-law Midori and my adorable little niece Mikki.”

Milking smiled shyly at you, offering a small wave. “Nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” you smiled back.

“We’ve heard a lot about you,” grinned his sister. “Yuken talks about you constantly. It’s like he’s obsessed with you!”

“Nee-chan~” Yuken pouted, earning a laugh from the older woman. “I’m not obsessed…”

“Oh, you definitely are.”

His mom entered the room with a grin, tossing a dish towel over her shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with it, Yuken dear. To love someone with all of your being is to be obsessed with them.”

Midori nodded in agreement. “That’s right. It’s so romantic!” Her eyes fell to you, cupping her mouth despite talking at a normal level. “He truly does love you. Make sure you don’t hurt him, okay? He’s surprisingly sensitive.”

“Nee-chan!” He scowled, pale cheeks dusting with pink.

You felt your own cheeks heat up the tiniest bit, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as a smile slid onto your face. You had been so afraid of meeting his family but you were realizing that they were the sweetest people. You already felt at home.

You felt eyes burning holes into you and you glanced toward the kitchen, spying Yuken’s dad lingering in the doorway with a blank expression. His dark eyes were staring directly at you and it felt as if he could see directly into your soul.

You shifted nervously, returning your attention to the siblings as they teased each other. You tried to ignore it, but there was a voice at the back of your head, repeating the same phrase like a mantra within your brain.

‘He knows you’re a witch. He knows, he knows, he knows. He knows you’re a witch!’

You shook your head to try and rid yourself of those thoughts. That simply wasn’t possible. You had only used your power once since arriving and it was just you and Yuken in the bedroom, the door closed. Though it was highly unlikely, there was a slim chance that he had somehow seen it or perhaps sensed it.

In your experience, finding a human who could sense a witch’s magic was incredibly rare, but not impossible. Could it be that he was one of those rare humans? Could it be that he really did know?

“Dear, are you okay?” Kao rested her hand on your arm, a worried frown on her face.

“Ah, yes, I’m fine,” you replied quickly, bowing to her in apology.

“If you’re sure…” She didn’t appear to believe you but she nodded anyway, taking the young girl from Yuken’s arms. “Who wants cookies?”

“I do, I do!” squealed Mikki.

“Let’s go get them, then, hm?”

The pair disappeared into the kitchen, Yuken’s father narrowing his eyes at you before following after them.

Midori offered you a comforting smile as she leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Meeting the family can be overwhelming, right? I was a wreck when I met them for the first time, but they truly are so loving and accepting. As long as you make their son happy, they will welcome you with open arms.”

“That’s good to know. Thank you,” you smiled gratefully at her.

Her lips parted but, before she could speak a word, the front door slammed open and a teenage girl came rushing in, carrying several bags. She had a scowl on her face and didn’t spare any of you a glance as she rushed up the stairs, knocking into Yuken on the way.

“Hey, Kaeli -” Yuken frowned when she ignored him, slamming the bedroom door a moment later.

Her father appeared in the doorway a few seconds later, a deep frown on his lips. He, too, was holding several bags.

Midori frowned at her husband. “Did you two argue again?”

“Yes,” he sighed. “She’s really not happy about the move.”

“It’ll take time, but I’m sure she’ll come around, darling.”

“I sure hope so.” He offered her a sad smile before taking notice of you. He quickly set the bags down, running his palm across his jeans before holding them out to you. “Hi! I’m Yuken’s older brother, Ran. Very nice to finally meet you.”

You slid your hand into his with a smile. “Nice to meet you, too, Ran-san.”

“Please, no need to be so formal. Just call me nii-chan,” he gave you a wolfish grin. “He talks so much about you, it feels as if I already know you!”

Yuken groaned, pressing his hand over his face and muttering under his breath about embarrassing siblings.

You laughed at this. “Hopefully all good things.”

“Yes,” he nodded. “He doesn’t have a single bad thing to say about you.”

Your hand found Yuken’s and you offered him a warm smile which he returned.

“I’m gonna take the bags upstairs and try to talk to Kae.” Ran picked up the bags and started toward the stairs but his wife stopped him, slipping in front of him.

“Let me talk to her instead, darling.”

“Probably a better idea,” he chuckled.

Yuken waited until they disappeared up the stairs before turning to you with a pout. “I’m sorry, my family is a bit eccentric.”

“Just like you,” you teased, bringing his hand to your lips. “They seem really sweet, though.”

“They are.”

You glanced at the kitchen door. Someone was clearly there but they pulled back so quickly that you weren’t able to see who. You thought about the blank stare his dad had given you and you frowned.

“What is it?” wondered Yuken, swinging your hand lightly between you.

“It’s just…” you looked at him with a furrowed brow. “Did you… tell your parents?”

“Tell them what?”

“About,” you waved your hand toward yourself for emphasis. “You know.”

“No, why would I tell them?” His brow furrowed as he glanced at the kitchen doorway. “You told me not to. I would never go behind your back like that.”

“I know. I know. Sorry,” you offered him an apologetic smile and he hummed, pulling you into a hug.

“Stop worrying so much, love. I won’t tell them unless you ask me to. We’re going to have a great weekend together without incident.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

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“Kaeli, it’s time for dinner,” Ran called out, standing in front of the sliding glass doors that led into the backyard.

She glared at him over her shoulder before turning away and putting her headphones on over her head. The blonde sighed, closing the door before sitting back down at the table.

“She’s never going to forgive me, is she?” He pouted, stabbing the bread roll with his fork. “I’m a terrible father!”

His mother chuckled from the other end of the table. “She’s a teenager. I’d be more worried if she didn’t hate you.”

Yuken lifted his head, sending her a fake offended look. “I didn’t hate you.”

“Yes, dear, but I’m your mother,” she smiled, patting his hand. “And you’re a good boy.”

“What about me, ma?” wondered Ran, making her hesitate.

“Well… you were a bit more of a handful, dear.”

He groaned, hanging his head. “No wonder she hates me. I was the bad child!”

“The youngest is always the angel,” commented Yuken with a snicker, looking at the young girl sitting across from him. “Isn’t that right, Mikki-chan~?”

“That’s right!” She giggled, throwing her arms into the air. “I’m an angel!”

Midori slowly came into the kitchen, face scrunched up in displeasure as her hand rested over her large belly. Ran jumped up, rushing over to her. “Hun, you should be in bed.”

“I’m fine,” she forced a smile. “I want to be with my family. Where’s Kaeli?”

“She doesn’t want to come inside…”

“I’ll get her. She’s gonna get eaten alive by mosquitos!” Shaking her head, she approached the glass door and slid it open, peering out into the night. “Kaeli? Kaeli, where are you?”

Ran rushed over, heading out into the yard and yelling out her name, but there was no sign of the young girl. “Kaeli! Kaeli, you answer me right now!”

You and Yuken exchanged a look, getting up from the table to help him look. Something made you pause on your way, though, your eyes widening as they fell onto the puddle beneath Midori. 

She sent you a pained look, leaning against the counter for support. “I think… my water just broke…”

“Shit,” you cursed, rushing over to the door. “Yuken! Ran! Midori just went into labor!”

With wide eyes, the two males rushed back into the room, the air thick with tension and panic. Ran was fussing over her, trying to get her to do her Lamaze breathing despite the fact that she already was. Yuken gripped his hair, pacing back and forth with a panicked look on his face.

“What in the world is -” Kao entered the kitchen with a furrowed brow, brown eyes taking in the scene. She smacked her eldest child upside the head. “You’ve already had two children, what are you panicking for?”

“I don’t know!”

“Go get her bag.”

“Okay!” Ran rushed from the kitchen, his feet pounding on the stairs.

“Yuken, get Midori to the car.”

“Yes, kaa-chan!” Yuken carefully took her by the arm, helping her from the kitchen.

She sent you an apologetic look. “I hate to ask this of you, but will you try and find Kaeli? I’m sure she isn’t far. She’s a good girl, really.”

“I don’t mind at all. I promise to find her, so please don’t worry!” You gave her a determined look which she returned with a warm smile, bringing your hands into hers.

“I have no doubt, dear. Thank you.”

The way she said that concerned you but you didn’t have time to worry about whether or not she knew your secret. You grabbed your jacket, rushing out into the chilly autumn night and into the dense forest that sat at the edge of the property.

The sky was covered with grey clouds, blocking out the stars and the full moon. The ground was littered with orange and brown leaves, crunching beneath your feet as you ran. Unlike the city, the area was quiet and peaceful save for the occasional sound of an owl hooting from somewhere high above. 

“Kaeli!” You called out, your voice echoing through the tall trees. “Kaeli, please answer me! Your mom has gone into labor!”

There was no response, making you curse.

‘Calm down, breathe.’ You stopped running, taking a few deep breaths until you felt your heart rate slowing. You closed your eyes, focusing hard on the world around you.

Every single living object has an aura, no matter how faint it may be. Even things such as trees and plants have their own aura, though it’s hard to pick up on because of how faint it is. On the opposite end of the spectrum, a human’s aura was by far the strongest which made tracking easy, especially when they were alone in a forest.

With your eyes closed, you were able to see the forest in black and white within your mind. You could see the faint red aura of Kaeli in the distance,  but she wasn’t alone, surrounded by three massive wolves.

Panic gripped you as your eyes snapped open, your legs carrying you quickly in her direction. You heard them before you saw them – Kaeli begging them to leave her as they snarled and growled.

“Kaeli!” You cried, bursting through the tree line. Your sudden appearance startled the wolves and the one on the left lunged at you, teeth bared and jaw open wide. Your eyes flashed red as you issued a command, voice sounding as if it were layered. “Sit.”

The wolf whimpered, immediately sitting down and lowering its head, ears flat against its head. The other two charged at you.

“Sit!” you ordered, eyes flashing red. The brown wolf obeyed but you weren’t fast enough to use your power again as the black wolf jumped at you. You threw up your arm to block your face, wincing as its teeth sank into your flesh. With clenched teeth, you stared him directly in the eyes. “Retreat.”

The wolf slowly released its hold on you, whining in fear before scurrying off, his friends close behind. You waited until you could no longer sense them before you released the breath you had been holding, leaning back against a tree.

“Kaeli, are you alright?” you called out to her, a frown on your lips.

“Are you dumb?” She scoffed as she ran over to you, wide eyes set on the injury. “You just got attacked by a wolf but you’re asking me if I’m okay?”

You chuckled, taking her sass as a good sign that she was unharmed.

“I’m so confused,” she breathed out, eyes filling with tears. “Your eyes, they… were they glowing? And those wolves, they… they listened to you! How…?” She shook her head, wiping furiously at her eyes. “We have to get you to the hospital!”

“I’ll be okay.”

“You’re bleeding!” she cried in exasperation. “Yu-oji is gonna be so upset when he finds out…”

“Which is why we’re not gonna tell him,” you chuckled, knowing how protective your boyfriend could be.

“I think he’s gonna notice, oba-chan!”

Your heart warmed when she called you her aunt because it didn’t feel forced, it felt natural, as if you truly were part of her family. “Can you keep a secret, Kaeli?”

“I can, but -” she motioned frantically toward your bleeding arm. “He’s going to see it!”

“I guess we’ll just have to fix that, then, hm?”

“How?”

“Do you believe in magic?”

“Magic?” Her brow furrowed as she searched your gaze, realization slowly dawning on her. “No way…”

You smiled, holding your hand over the wound. Your eyes glowed red and your hand followed soon after, tendrils of red light shooting toward the wound. Warmth enveloped you as it slowly started to close, leaving not a single mark behind.

“Holy shit,” she muttered, eyes snapping to yours. “Don’t tell dad I said that.”

“Your secret is safe with me if mine is with you.”

Kaeli nodded frantically. “So, you’re a…?”

“A witch,” you admitted, watching her expression carefully for any sign of fear.

Rather than act afraid, though, her eyes lit up. “That’s so cool! Yu-oji is marrying a witch!”

Before you comment on the statement, you heard Yuken’s voice echoing through the trees, alternating between calling out your name and hers.

“Over here, babe!” You called out, peering around the tree so you could see him.

Relief flashed across his face when he saw you and he rushed forward, throwing his arms around your body. He exhaled sharply beside your ear. “I was so worried. I saw a few wolves and I thought…”

You patted his back gently. “Don’t worry, we’re perfectly fine. How’s Mikki doing?”

“Mom?” interjected Kaeli, voice trembling slightly. “Did something happen to her?”

“She went into labor, kiddo,” answered Yuken with a smile, ruffling the top of her head. “Do you want to stay here or go see her at the hospital?”

Kaeli bit her lip, shifting from one foot to the other. “Oba-chan?”

“Yes?” you looked at her curiously, ignoring the smirk that came across Yuken’s face when he heard what she called you.

“Do you think… they’re mad at me?”

“No. I think they’ll be happy to see you safe and sound, ready to meet your new sibling.”

She nodded, a smile coming to her lips. “I wanna go to the hospital, Yu-oji!”

“Then let’s go!” He slipped his hand into your own, starting toward the house. Kaeli ran ahead, pausing when she got too far so the two of you could catch up.

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You stifled a yawn as you stepped into Yuken’s bedroom, tossing your jacket on the desk. Yuken came in behind you, shutting the door behind him.

“Take the bed,” he mumbled tiredly, rubbing at his eyes.

“Not a chance.”

“I’m too tired to argue, love,” he groaned, trying to send you a stern look.

“Then don’t,” you grinned, lying down atop the air mattress that sat on the floor beside the bed. 

His eyes narrowed at you and he didn’t hesitate to follow, laying his body on top of your own. You huffed at his weight but said nothing, wrapping your arms around him as he buried his face in your neck.

Silence fell over the room and you thought he had fallen asleep until he spoke up, his voice soft. “I’m really glad you came with me.”

“You didn’t really give me a choice,” you teased, combing your fingers through his silky hair.

“You wanted to come and you know it.”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that.” 

He scoffed, arms tightening around you. “I love you so much. I’m happy we’re gonna get married one day…” His voice trailed off as sleep claimed him and you smiled, feeling warmth fill you.

“Yeah… I’m happy about it, too.”

Despite how exhausted you felt, sleep refused to come for you and you laid there for hours before finally giving up. Yuken slept pretty heavily, so you were able to slip out from beneath him without waking him up.

The house was silent, half the participants asleep while the other half were still at the hospital with Midori, waiting for her child to finally arrive. You slipped out into the backyard, breathing in the early morning air. It was still early so the sun hadn’t yet begun to peak its head over the horizon.

The clouds had disappeared and, though the stars were barely visible now, the full moon was still shining brightly as it slowly sunk lower across the sky. You fell onto the bench in the garden, exhaling softly.

Your body was sore from using your magic, though you weren’t surprised. Controlling magic was complicated, an advanced form of magic that required your own energy in order to pull off correctly. It was a tiring form of magic that witches tended to avoid simply because of how draining it was. You didn’t regret it, though, and would happily do it again.

The bench creaked as someone sat beside you and you glanced over, surprised to find Yuken’s father sitting there. You straightened up on instinct, feeling a bit nervous. The silence was heavy and uncomfortable so you forced yourself to speak.

“Can’t sleep?”

His dark eyes fell on you, narrowing. “I know what you are.”

You sucked in a breath, fingers curling around your pants. “I… I’m sorry?”

“Witch.”

Your heart fell to your stomach and you swallowed hard. You didn’t want to deny it because you’d be lying to his face – not a good thing to do to your future in-law. You couldn’t bring yourself to admit it either, though, terrified that he would tell you to break up with his son. Instead, you remained silent, trying to calm your nerves.

“I knew the moment I saw you. You witches have the same aura.”

You held back a groan. Of all the people to possess the rare ability to see a witch’s aura, why did it have to be the father of your boyfriend?

“I don’t like witches,” he stated, folding his arms over his chest.

You lowered your head, feeling ashamed despite having done nothing wrong.

“When I was a boy, a witch tried to kill me. Nearly did, too.”

“I’m so sorry,” you replied softly, feeling genuinely sad by this information. Not just because he was Yuken’s father, but also because witches who attack humans only make things worse for the race as a whole.

“Do you know how I survived?” he questioned, his gaze falling on you again.

You could imagine a few ways, none of them pleasant.

“My life was saved… by a witch.”

Your eyes snapped to his in surprise, having not expected that at all. 

His eyes flickered to the necklace hanging around your neck. It was a red jasper crystal in the shape of a pendulum, hanging from a thin, black rope. “The witch that saved me was wearing that.”

You lifted your hand to the pendant with wide eyes. The necklace belonged to your mother, passed down through your family for generations. It was tradition to pass it on to your child upon their fifteenth birthday because that’s when they become a full-fledged witch.

You didn’t know what to say, your lips parting and closing repeatedly.

“If you’re the child of that woman, then I have no doubt that you’re one of the good witches. My son seems enamored with you and, while I’m weary of your kind, I don’t want to hurt him.” He shifted so he was facing you, eyes narrowed. “If you hurt my son in any way, I promise you will regret it. Witch or not, no one will stop me from protecting my child.”

You nodded in understanding. “I promise, Odajima-san, I will never hurt him. I… I love Yuken more than anything else in this world. I would die for him happily.”

“While I admire your dedication,” he grunted. “We don’t die for the people we love. We live for them.”

Your eyes widened at the wise words. “Yes… yes, you’re right.”

He nodded, seeming satisfied that he had gotten all of that off of his chest. He stood up, turning to head back inside only to pause, glancing back at you. “Tell your mom thank you. I didn’t get the chance.”

“I will,” you promised, watching him re-enter the house. Your body relaxed against the bench, a wide smile on your face as you turned your gaze to the sky, fingers brushing the crystal absent-mindedly. As the sun peaked over the horizon, rays of light falling across your body, you couldn’t help but feel completely at peace.

You felt at home with the Odajima family, as if they were your own. They had welcomed you with open arms and, though only two of them knew the truth about you, they had accepted you for who you are. It gave you hope for the future, hope that the rest of his family would be just as accepting.

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[moonmaiden1996]

His New Muse

Orpheus x Reader

Possible spoilers- Obsession warning

A new beginning—that’s what Orpheus was supposed to find. How he was meant to do that, he had no idea. How do you start over? How do you find another love as powerful as the one he lost? Someone worth descending into the underworld for, enduring trials for, dying for. That was until he met you.

It was your smile, your hair, your scent, your eyes. In the middle of a bustling crowd, you caught his attention. You didn’t even notice him, but he saw you, all of you. From that moment, something changed. Orpheus was determined not to repeat the mistakes he made with Riddy—clinging too tightly, suffocating her with his need. This time would be different. He would make it different. This time, he would ensure that you needed him more than life itself. This was the beginning of a new story—yours and his.

And there was not mistake you will be his.

Note-----------------------

I'm back! Sort of...I am so close to finishing a big qualification and soon as its signed off I will have time to write again and finish off my other stories. I promise I will be going back to my HOD and Sandman fics ASAP but I just finished watching Kaos and obviously I have a thing for Orpheus's :P Let me know what you think and if I should continue.

[a-s-levynn]

Today's fever dream:

I dreamt I was living in the Kaos world (Netflix show about the greek gods), and somehow you were there and we were hanging out with Ariadne, and then I was in a dingy high-school room and I had an A1 sized diary where I was writing fanfiction about you and me being part of the Gods (I think we were moon deities, of course) and one of the pages with the wip idea just had a purple post-it note that read:

moon goddess

levynn x you (reader)

but then this super annoying boy started to read it out loud and i got pissed off, even though the diary was ridiculously big.

And that was it 😐🫶

Whenever you come around with the "dream stuff" i know it is going to be a good one and girl, you did not disappoint 🫂😂🫶🏻

First of all, i literally just started Kaos so i don't have much context yet but i am very much intrigued. I'm not fully sure i would be a moon-linked deity but i'll take it in a heartbeat. It is probably cooler than anything i actually would be. Like. I'm fairly certain i would be a god of something much less greacful and probably boring. But hey, i'd still would be a god so, i guess still a win? Secondly, let me just say that.. if we are going for realism, that definitely would not be a fluffly story.. probably even with the dd:dne tag if i'm honest but shit, if the dream peeps you write for are into sketchy shit i'm down.. but i also would be down to read an AU version of myself (joking, i'm joking please don't start writing, unless 🙄no. i am joking. or am i)

In all seriousness, i love how i managed to invade your dreams despite never showing my face. At least i think i never had?🤔 I'm low key curious how i look in your head 👀✨

Anyway have a little kiss ( ˶ ˘ ³ ˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)

[darkpatrolglitter]

First true love(Part 2)

Dionysus x reader

You look at him and ask

-Something is needed? *You tilted your head curiously*

His heart sped up when he heard your honey-sweet voice. His cheeks flushed but thank God the club was neon. He shook his head no.

You smiled at his act and his blush. In his thoughts: Idiot, why did you nod and not answer! Now she will think that I am strange!So Dionysus calmly you need just say hello.

He looked at you and couldn't say a word. He would have sworn that you were Aphrodite's daughter. He looked at you like a hawk for its prey. Your hair and skin color shimmered with neon. But he especially liked your eyes. He was ready to get lost in your eyes.As if they were hiding the biggest secret from him. Your smile brightened the light in the room. Your dimples from your smile seem cute. He heard his favorite song and stood up. Now or Never, Dionysus said to himself.He drank his drink and felt relieved.He looked at you and grinned.

-Do you want to dance with me?

You look at him and nod.The music changed to another but you both didn't notice how quickly time flew by. Later you walked towards the exit of the club. Dionysus followed you like a dog. He took your hand as if it was his life. He looked at you with a pleading look. He was afraid of losing you forever. The thought made him shudder. For the first time in his life he felt something and he didn't want to lose it. As if it was a drug only worse. You looked at him and took a paper from your bag.

-This is my phone number if you want to see me.You say with sly smile.

He took the paper but he holds your hand more than usual but then he took it away.When you left he looked at your phone number and smiled when he noticed a heart next to it. He blushed from this and felt like butterflies in his stomach. Dionysus is sure that this is not the last meeting.

———————————Notes

I’m back!Sorry I haven't written to you guys for a long time!I had a lot to do and I didn't have time to write 😔. I myself didn't notice how Dionysus became a little obsessed 🤣!If you like this format, then write it in the comments!Part 3 will be soon!

Thanks for watching!

[cyberkunizz]

Now what if i (hypothetically speaking) have made an ai ricky cover of the song “Svemir” by DeVito and some of the lyrics are

“Leži polugola na meni” (she’s laying half-naked on me) “Vozi me kao Rally” (she’s riding me like a rally) “Bezobrana je i fina, baš sam takvu ja htijeo” (she is cheeky and nice, wanted her just like that)

“Jure me kuje egzotične, kada sam mrtav pijan” (exotic bitches be chasing me while in dead drunk)

And (again hypothetically) what if i have a fanfic in mind that’s related to jock!ricky x nerd!reader..🎀

[kyojurokoibito]

Can you do a small fabric like if kyojuro and yn had a sleepover and when he woke up he found her in a towel getting her Uniform from the closet? (No pressure tho love the work❗💚💚

Pairing(s): kyojuro rengoku x reader

Kao's Note(s): established relationship between kyo and reader; this was fun lmao XD

the warm rays of the sun hitting your face was always a pleasant way to wake up. a bush warbler's sweet song could be heard from you resting position on the futon. a yawn leaves your lips as you rub the sleep from your dreary eyes.

just as you were about to get up and start your day, a familiar arm snaked its way around your waist, tightening it's grip. a quiet giggle rippled in your throat as you felt your beloved nuzzle into the back of your head.

"mmmm...mm' goin," kyojuro sleepily mumbled into your disheveled hair.

any other morning, kyojuro was the one to wake up first. however, when it comes to initimate nights at your estate like the one before, you both slept soundly. kyojuro normally woke up before you, continuing his aftercare from the night before, but you happen to wake up before him this morning.

"we gotta get ready kyo," you paused to turn in his arms before brushing his hair from his face. "the master called for us to discuss the boy from mt. natagumo, remember?"

kyojuro hummed, leaning into the warmth of your hand while giving you a closed-eyed smile, opting to rest a bit more before getting up.

after maneuvering from beneath his arm–which he protested against–you made your way to the bathhouse that was in the back of your estate to wash up before the meeting.

after a quick wash, you emerged from the warm water before wrapping a towel around torso, the fluffy material stopping half way down your thighs. you made your way back to your room, going to your closet in search of your uniform and haori. expecting for kyojuro to still be asleep, you were unaware of the lingering eyes ogling at your a figure.

after a while, you gathered your clothes into your arms before turning around and locking eyes with kyojuro.

you blinked once. twice. three times.

"AHHHHH!!!"

you clumsily tugged the haori over your body, closing it around yourself. "KYOJURO, H-HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN AWAKE?!?!?!"

"hm," the flame hashira smiled innocently. "i have been awake since you left!"

"w-well why didn't you say anything when I got back?! you were just staring at me?!?!" you squeezed your eyes shut, turning uour back to him in an attempt to mask your embarrassment.

"i'm afraid i do not see the issue," kyojuro stood from his spot, making his way over to you. "i have seen you naked many times, love! just last night we–"

"SHUSH!" you covered your face with one of your hands while swatting him with the other one, paying no mind the rustling that coming from his direction. "that's different!"

"oh? how so?"

"well you see...it's because...it's just..." you finally turned towards him. "IT JUST IS OKAY?!?!" you paused....

"KYO WHY ARE YOU NAKED TOO?!?!"

"i thought you were embarrassed being the only one bare," he proudly spread his arms before engulfing you in a hug, adding to your flustered state. "you are not alone! we are now naked together!"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"

"it is alright, my love, i am with you!"

"OKAY OKAY W-WHATEVER J-JUST PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!!!"