#shura x reader

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Fem Reader x Shura from Blue Exorcist, where reader was originally just a efficient demon killing machine but Shura broke her out of that - maybe with a argument that ended up with a confession from Reader?

Arguing about Work HCs (Shura Kirigakure )

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗟𝗢𝗟 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧��𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Shura was the best person to break you out of this shell

Because arguably, she was you just a couple of years ago (just y’know, more gremlin child and less killing machine vibes lol)

So she was speaking from the heart when she started facing off with you

And naturally, your argument with her was explosive

You’re both passionate about your own side and for the life of you, you couldn’t understand why she wanted you to stop being so good at your job

Like???? Who does that

But chances are, you aren’t truly convinced by just one single argument- what you truly need is time

But little by little, she does manage to break you down a bit as you start to understand where she’s coming from and how much she cares for you

Knowing there’s someone waiting for you when you get back, desperately fighting for you to have a life outside of your work, and can relate a bit to you does help you ease back

Just a little bit sure, but progress is progress

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Can I request some fluffy headcanons for Shura and Saizo separately with female Corrin. When will Shura ever be put into Feh and Saizo needs a cool alt form as well.

Idk why but I really have a feeling like he actually was in FeH? I know he's not there but I just feel like he's there yk?

Dating Shura and Saizo

Corrin here is female

Shura

He was always just surprised as to how did she felt the same way as him but that definitely wasn't something to complain about.

She amazed him, in every possible way. Her kind and forgiving nature was something he appreciated like nothing else.

She often went out of her way to make sure he's involved with the others. The idea of him always being so excluded from the others wasn't one she'd bring to life.

He was often worrying about Corrin's reputation. Especially since she was with him. But in the end it all only meant that he had to be on his best behavior.

He always felt like he needs to prove (to himself) that he's worthy of her. His attempts are sweet, but when Corrin sees that they come from his insecurity she makes sure to reassure him that she doesn't need big gestures.

Saizo

Considering how he previously followed her around, he knew awfully a lot about her. It wasn't the case the other way around so once they started dating it was time for Corrin to learn more about Saizo.

He didn't really enjoy talking about himself for long. So she gained information his way. By just trying to be as observant and attentive as possible.

Of course if she had questions he'd answer them. But Corrin enjoyed learning about him in different ways. It was sort of a fun game to her.

To him it was... Cute how she got so into it. Her enthusiasm was one of the most charming qualifies he just adored.

It wasn't hard for Corrin to get him flustered, he both loved and hated that. But in the end he didn't mind her being her weakness and strength.

~Mod Bernadeta

[love-toxin]

hi! hello! just wanna say that i will give Tsung, Mel, Seóirse, Makoi, Adrain and Shura the most sloppiest, wettest, creamiest, soul taking, life changing, death dropping, flabbergasting, hypnotizing, heavenly, astonishing, leg trembling, hands desperately grabbing the sheets, leg shaking, toe curling, voice breaking, whimper causing head. (not my words, but i live by them.)

let's explore this anon :)

(cws: gn!darling, bullying, humiliation kink, orgasm denial, "dubcon" but not really, spit, teasing, gagging, extended cum release™, name-calling, dom/sub dynamics)

Tsung Lý

"Please please please please ple--please--fuck-!"

Tsung could never just shut up when you were doing your thing. God forbid you ever wanted to get frisky with him outside the bedroom, he'd probably alert the whole city to your activites and you'd have to deal with your boyfriend getting all scared and fidgety when you were just trying to get some.

"Shut up." You huffed as you brought your head up, mouth slick and lips swollen from the treatment you'd been giving him. "You're too loud."

"I'm s-sorry, baby." Tsung's whines only served to irritate you more. He was such a wimp. That quivering lower lip--no wonder everyone thought of him as a freak. You gave him a tough squeeze and he doubled over on himself, shoulders shaking as he gripped your head and tried desperately not to make a sound. The slow, wet strokes of your fist up his soaked cock filled the air with hushed, laborious breathing from his panting chest. You wanted desperately to mock him for being so hard again, but that would undoubtedly only make him hornier.

"I-I...I wanna cum-"

"You can't."

"Please."

You rolled your eyes, and wordlessly, you stuck your head back down and nuzzled it into his lap, your hair sliding through his fingers as he babbled out some plea that soon melted into nothing more than a cry of pleasure. The moment your lips touched his cock, all thought was out the window.

"Please, baby!" He cried hoarsely, desperately begging with every stroke of your tongue on his spit-soaked length. "I-I'm gonna die! Lemme cum, please, ple-hease!"

As much as you wanted to remind him "You're not gonna die from getting sucked off" it wouldn't make a difference anyways. Tsung's fingers tightened around your head, he bucked once, and he was in your throat--miles and miles deeper in than he could handle without creaming it up like a milk carton exploding.

"Glk-!" The sound of your gagging only made him stiffen up more as he came. While your nails digging into his thighs surely hurt, Tsung's grip just tightened on your head and he wouldn't let you up--in the heat of the moment, apologies spilled off his lips for his terrible indiscretion of holding your head down while he beat your poor throat raw with needy thrusts. All that filled your ears was the wet shlucking of his cum filling your throat, lubing him up to glide with relative ease despite how tight you were clenching around him. "It's like fucking one of your other holes. It hurts. It feels so good. I love you!"

Over a minute later, you finally managed to pry yourself off of his lap with a bout of coughing and gasping desperately for air. The slime that coated your mouth all the way down tasted of nothing but salt on your tongue, while Tsung laid back as gutless as ever, pale thighs shaking gently as his cock continued to spurt little jets of milky-white pearls all over himself.

"F-Fffelt so good..." He gasped as if risen from the dead, though Tsung could still barely move since he was still--still!--cumming. And he wondered why you made him wait for his orgasms. Because of this.

"Making a goddamned mess." You muttered with a hoarse throat, yet your mouth started to wet as you watched his jerky thrusts into empty air. Salivating. Drooling over a preppy freak that you found humping your pillow, and just took ownership of him since he praised the ground you walked on anyways. Tsung was a million walking red flags, and he was a creep that obsessed over you so much he basically developed a crazy sex habit cause of you. Because you're so "perfect" in his words.

You laid your head on his thigh and watched his quivering slowly draw to a close, the cum stop bubbling up, and his breathing finally even out. A series of sticky little puddles soaked into your sheets below him, the dip of his stomach, the tip where it all collected--you leaned in to lap it up and wriggled your tongue against his slit, which earned you a yelp and a desperate hand on your shoulder like he wanted you to stop. As if. The sensitivity was just a bit much.

"C-Can't do another-"

"Yes you can." You gripped his thick shaft with slick fingers, each one wetted with your spit as you let a glob of it drool out of your mouth. "You ruined it for me, try it again."

"Nooooo-" He moaned weakly and squirmed, but wouldn't pull your wrist away from him. It was all just an act, a show, and loathe as you were to give him a compliment he was an incredible actor. He could even turn your focus away from the gleam in his scarlet eyes at the thought of being touched again, of being forced to cum again, but as good as he was at pretending nothing could hide how easily he grew stiff in your hand again. Tsung shed tears as you started your strokes and began the process anew...yet you were certain that the second he got the chance, he would take over and cum in your mouth without permission, again. Again, and again, and again--that's how it always went, right up until he couldn't take your magnificent torture anymore and passed out cold and sticky.

This little freak was so fucking dead--once you worked up the stamina to punish him properly, that is.

(cws: gn!darling, brat taming, cockwarming, choking, lazy sex, extra spicy teasing)

Mel Mimiya

Mel had so little pomp and circumstance in matters of carnal pleasure--if he hadn't explained his reasons to you, you would've thought he simply couldn't be bothered to put in the same effort with you that he gave to his clients at the hybrid club. For them he would purr, and stretch, and jingle around in that little bell collar, tending to every one of their needs with a smile and a sweet voice.

But at home he was an animal, and nothing more. He humped your face with urgent vigour some days, while others he laid back and let you bring yourself to all the heights you pleased while he watched. Though no matter what, he always looked at you as though you held the world. Today was no exception.

It had been quite the long day, however. Mel was tired. Lazy. Hadn't gotten enough of a nap on his break. Now, he was taking it out on you--his adorable partner that really missed him while he was out.

"Use your tongue," He murmured amongst his nest of blankets, all laid out like some prince on his royal bed. "Lick it slow, sweetie. Had a long day."

Only half-listening, you proceeded with your plan of working him right down your throat--while his day was long and full of exertion, yours was long and occupied with nothing but thoughts of going home and going to town on your catty boyfriend. He put you in your place the minute you had him in your mouth, though. Mel flicked your forehead gently as you choked down all his inches at once, forcing you to start and pull back off with a cough. "Slow, I said. You're such a little shit-stirrer." He chided, laughing in that breathy, nearly hoarse voice of his that made your stomach twist in knots. "So needy."

"You like it." You pouted, flicking out your tongue to at least get a taste of him, which he would've paid for dearly if he hadn't allowed it.

"I do." Mel reached down and ruffled your hair with a loving, gentle touch. God, his smile could spin gold, undoubtedly. "But I'm tired, baby."

"Then let me help you relax." Your fingers squished as they wrapped around his length, your slow strokes coaxing a whine out of his throat that made him tilt back his chin in pleasure. You watched with giddy glee at his lithe tail coming alive to loosely wrap around your forearm as you did so.

"You don't even know the meaning of the word," Mel gasped, but once again, you weren't listening. Your attention was zeroed in on the way his slit pooled with a clear liquid, the little puddle atop his cock gleaming in the dim lights you turned down to set the mood. "Don't ignore me. I know you can hear me."

His stern tone really didn't do as much when he could barely keep his voice from cracking, nor his hips from squirming away from the stimulating touch of your hand. The second flick of your tongue sent him reeling, and his ringed fingers grasped at the sheets with the softest, whiniest "myaow!".

"Good kitty." Your moan rumbled right through his lap, your lips far too eager to take him in despite how squirmy he was already.

"B-Bad human," Mel gasped right back. The glower on his face right then would scare off any prey--but you had something you wanted, and only the utterance of his safe word would keep you from getting it. He so rarely used it though, because he really just liked being a tease. "You need a leash." His last syllable ended on a groan that sent delectable shivers all down your spine. "A muzzle, too."

Just to show him what you really needed, you twisted your grip at the base and made his hips buck, incidentally plowing past the roof of your mouth with a deep hiss. Mel's tail flicked to and fro while he squeezed his eyes shut, only for one of those violet irises to squint down at you with a growl at the sight he beheld. Your lips pressed right against the flattest dip of his belly, thin, dark hairs tickling your nose where you'd seated yourself. Mel couldn't help but watch with held breath as your face grew darker and hotter the longer you kept yourself down; yet you wouldn't come up for air until the very last moment you had to.

Both his furry ears twitched with delight and a sense of pride, to say nothing of the utter heat you brought on by enveloping his entire length in such a tight, soft hole that kept spasming and pulsing around him the longer you warmed him.

Mel's fingertips brushed the hair from your eyes to see you better. The vision of you like this, for him, would never fail to remind him of all he had to be grateful for--even when the moment was broken by you frantically yanking your head back and coughing as he slid out from your lips, your head obviously spinning from the deprivation as you immediately took a minute to clear your throat--and catch your breath, of course. You knelt there with a hand on your chest, huffing and puffing ad nauseum, until a peal of clear laughter rung out and Mel flopped back into the sheets.

"You're way too cute. Try again--take a deep breath this time, sweetie. Let's train those lungs of yours, ah?"

(cws: gn!darling, size difference, bondage, cock worship, soft -> rough, selkie heat cycles in action)

Seóirse Braonain

"Baby, you're gonna break the bed."

Seóirse was aghast. How you could blitz him with one of the wettest, sloppiest, bone-rattling orgasms he'd had in his life, and expect him not to start going numb and dazed and flailing about when you started back up all over again...it was criminal. It was foul.

But it was something he needed desperately, as humiliated as he was to admit it. He was a creature that desired pleasure, as many were, but more particular he was than that--he needed pleasure from you, or else what was the point of even living? If your attention wasn't on him, what the hell did he even wake up in the mornings for?

There were caveats to that, though. For one, Seóirse was big. Like, big. So in order to make sure he didn't rip a hole in your throat, or choke you to the point of collapsing one of your lungs...

...You had to come to this humiliating conclusion. He had to be tied down like an animal, bound at the wrists and ankles--subdued--and only then would you get down on your knees and service him as if it were your only job in the world.

And the worst part was that you were right. Deep down, when you had your hands on his thighs like you did right now, and you were teasing his third leg with those dastardly kitten licks? All Seóirse wanted to do was grab your head in his enormous hands and thrust. He wanted your belly pumped so full of cum he could see it swell. He wanted you to cough out his seed for a week after he was done.

But he wanted to be a good boy, and he didn't want to hurt you. So he let you tie him up to the bed, and he tried, god, he tried not to let his strength overwhelm you as you played with his cock in your soft hands.

"Mwah," Another kiss pecked so delicately to his tip, which had already flushed so dark it was nearly purple. The blood that rushed to his privates in heated moments like these always made his mind fuzzy--it made it so much harder for him to think straight, which was why he usually tried to enter you when he was only half-soft. That was....lower down, though. Your mouth was different. Much different. He could stand completely at attention and not hurt you, not even have to worry about stretching you too much or going too deep, especially when he was tied up as he was right now.

But the problem was you. When he could see that determination in your eyes, the grin on your lips, the way you poised yourself over his legs and looked at him like he was a treat?

Oh, he was completely done for.

Your lips pressed together in a soft line, glossy and wet from your own spit and the water wetting his skin from his latest swim. You always teased that he tasted of saltwater, but it never seemed to bother you--nor did the sudden, weighty shift of his erection as it twitched, excited from the warm air you puffed against it. You laughed and your eyes sparkled, and your kiss...it soon turned into more.

Seóirse watched with wide eyes as you moved to swallow the tip, how your lips managed to stretch around the blubbery flesh without pause. You were getting good at this. Your nostrils flared with a soft inhale to prepare, and you bobbed your head down--far enough that it was only an inch or two, but enough for his arms to strain against the buckles in an instinctive desire to ensure you were okay.

"M-My love?" He tensed, fist closing and releasing suddenly at the pulse of your heart around him. You merely glanced up at him and winked with a soft stroke to his inner thigh. I'm okay. That's what your gestures told him, though could he be blamed when his own size was the reason you had to train yourself to take him? He knew he would see a bulge in your throat soon, and once you fit a little more in it appeared, and he suddenly started having a much harder time just staying still.

His left foot yanked on the leather cuff around it as he writhed, the material squeaking wretchedly against his skin as his body jerked of its own accord. Your mouth was just so warm. Your tongue slaked over each vein with loving precision, every sensitive cell in his body crying out in the face of your unwavering worship. He wished so badly to be half the size just so he could ravish you without restriction, so that these damned restraints could be thrown out and he could fuck you and ravage your body like-

Cree-aack!

Seóirse's eyes flitted from you, to his left wrist, and back to you again. The cuff, once attached by a chain and padlock to the corner of the bedframe, still hung snug and tight around his giant wrist. However, the wooden pillar of his bedframe had snapped off completely, leaving the broken piece to fall and tumble to the floor by the bed with a clatter, leaving the chain to dangle uselessly from his cuff.

What possessed him to then reach down and grab your head was pure, unadulterated selkie lust, and nothing more of his reasonable mind. Seóirse yanked your mouth up and off his cock with whatever self-control still remained, and in an insatiable heat, pulled you by the back of your head to smush those pretty lips against his shaft.

Thank god you were so understanding. You would understand his desires--hell, you had a dopey grin on your face the moment he took control, and ground his dick against your face in long, deep strokes. The spit and water and precum that dribbled and soaked him down to the balls was all that could save you from the immense friction of him thrusting that monster against your face, his attention especially focused on those lips that kissed and licked and suckled around whatever spots you could manage to latch on to. This was the only way to fuck you without injury, without permanently scarring his one true love--and with the giddiness that came over you as he climaxed faster and harder than he ever had before, and painted your face with pearls of creamy, thick seed like he'd never have the courage to do when he made love to you before...

Well, maybe he would just have to make this new way of lovemaking a guilty pleasure habit.

(cws: gn!darling [w/ one unserious mention of 'princess'], dirty talk, facefucking, rimming mention, degradation, mild humiliation)

Makoi Azumako

"We literally just fucked."

"And?"

Your head poised over his lap, your hand resting at the base of his hip. Makoi had barely caught his breath before you were shimmying down there, your body still wet with sweat and spit so your skin gave off a sheen in the dim light. He'd only lit a few lamps in the paper lanterns around the room, though the futon was soft enough not to make much noise in the night as you shuffled around. The last thing you wanted was to wake up one of his relatives in the house, especially after just getting away with being all cozy under the covers.

"You want me to suck you off, or not?"

"Well...shit, I won't say no." He sighed, and folded his arms back to rest his head against them. "You're really a fuckin' freak, though."

"I'll bite you."

"Fuckin' do it." Makoi grinned down at you. He could never let you get the drop on him--he was always so smug. "Show me those teeth, kitty. Bet the blood turns you on. Freak."

"M'not actually gonna bite you."

"Good, or I'd have to beat your ass." He narrowed his eyes and reached down. His fingers slid with confidence around his soft knob of flesh, the limp appendage stirring as his grip tightened around the base. "Now get to work. Ain't gonna lick itself."

"Asshole." You muttered with a huff, easing your tongue out to swipe a lick over the warm mound of muscle. It still tasted of you from earlier.

"Wanna lick that too? Then keep the tone, brat." Just as he spoke, a gasp that was too soft for his attitude fluttered off his lips, and he settled lower into the pillows to enjoy himself.

"...Maybe a little bit."

"Freak." He groaned with an arch of his back as your tongue met the base of his shaft, his fingers fisting into the pillows under his head. "Tell you what, you can shove your tongue up there if I get this kinda head every day. Ffffuuuuck..." His voice slurred, eyes rolling back the second your lips met his sack. "Goddamn angel mouth. Give it a kiss, princess."

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, the exact one that he used to tease you more often than not. Makoi guided his cock by the base to tap the head between your eyes, and with little provocation--despite how degrading his command was--your sticky lips met his tip and you flicked out your tongue to lap up the salty, bitter taste of precum. He urged you on all the while, watching greedily as you swallowed inch by inch his thick, veiny cock, up until your nose was buried in a bush of black hairs at the base.

"Mmh." He laid back again, one hand perched behind his head while the other gripped yours through your hair, just to make sure you stayed in place. Just to tease, he tilted your head in a slow circle to watch how your throat bulged with his length, to see how your eyes watered until you beat once on his thigh and he let you pull off and sputter before you choked. Makoi laughed, and in the midst of you huffing out another insult, he gripped your hair again and shoved you down open-mouthed on his dick again, ensuring you took in every last inch again like the good cockwarmer you were.

"Just shut up for once, babe. Sound so much cuter with a mouth fulla dick." He humped his hips once just to see your reaction, and at the sight of you braced to take him without gagging he couldn't help but let out a pleased sigh. "Yeah, you like that? Bet you love suckin' on this fat fuckin' cock. E'en more than you love humpin' it, right?" He cackled wickedly as his hips slowly started to pump against your face, voice slurring at a faster pace now that he had a warm hole to plunge into. He was always like that. Cockdrunk, but it was almost always his own cock he got high off of.

Shluk, shluk, shluk, shluk--the sound vibrated in your ears with each thrust, the tip of Makoi's dick making a distinct smack each time it kissed the back of your throat. His hips forced your head to tilt back each time, like every buck was a strike to the face, and the feel of his balls smushing against your chin when he paused and slapping the skin wetly when he didn't was just plain degrading. Mako loved to embarrass you in private, but maybe you also just liked to be embarrassed, too.

"Fuckin' like that?" You could just slap that smirk right off his face, whether it got you off or not. Makoi's chest heaved over your face with long, laborious breaths; whether he liked it or not, he couldn't keep up a pace this dirty for long. Not with you. Not when you were just an absolute angel for him. "Suck dick so fffuckin' good, christ-"

A cord snapped in your boyfriend--something deep and primal, no doubt--and in a matter of seconds, his hands were gripping your shoulders and he was throwing you over on your back, his cockhead just barely smearing your own spit on your lips before he plowed his way back in; now with his knees by your head and his body hunched over you from the neck up. With one hand gripping the back of your head and the other glued to the floor by his totally sweat-soaked futon, Makoi's voice rumbled through your body with a string of vile comments one after another: "G'nna fuck you fuckin' stupid after", "Don't you dare goddamn spit", "Lessee that fuckin' gag reflex"--each word vibrated through your very bones and had you moaning around the bulge wedged deep in your throat, in exactly the spot where Makoi pounded in his last thrust before there's a groan that you're sure resonated throughout the whole house.

Glug. Glug. Glug. Glug. The noises your swallowing made were enough to plaster a dazed grin across Makoi's face, who seemed more than satisfied with feeling your throat rise and fall with his hand cupped over it. Then, and only then, would he slowly slide his way out with a final pop and a breathy sigh at the milky trail he left down your chin. Still grinning like an idiot, he brushed his thumb over the sticky skin and licked it off, before planting a kiss squarely on your swollen lips.

"Fuckin' cutie. So lucky you're mine."

(cws: gn!darling, established marriage, hatefucking, rough sex, crying, adrian's submissive & breedable for once...sorta)

Adrian Moorwell

Adrian was barely through the front door when you jumped him.

It was a surprise attack--no particular occasion, you just couldn't help but get worked up through the day. Your husband was gone too long and you'd been fighting for the whole weekend. Part of you thought he might've been happy to get away from you and your complaining, if only for a bit. But it seemed as though he was only in shock as you dropped to your knees and pawed at him, ripping open his pants so fiercely you popped both buttons off. He'd have to sew them back on later. For now, you had one thing on your mind.

"Honey--honey, wait! L-Let me get the door closed-" Adrian stumbled, his file folders hitting the floor for papers to scatter as he fumbled with the door handle behind him. Too late. You already had his pants halfway down his thighs, and though you had few neighbors to snoop on you, perhaps the birds living in the trees that lined the walkway would forever be traumatized by your face planted squarely in your husband's crotch.

You hummed almost absentmindedly as your lips sealed around the crease in his tight boxers--you thanked god he always wore the ones close to his skin, because without even an ounce of stiffness in it, you could see the imprint of his cock in them from a mile away. You wouldn't bother with pulling them down; it was more entertaining to feel him pulling lightly on your hair when you started suckling him through the wetted fabric.

"Shit!" A rare curse exploded out of his mouth as the door thudded closed, and with a thump his back fell against it and you had Adrian in the palm of your hands--or more aptly, on the flat of your tongue. Even you could hardly believe the sheer length of him bundled up in all those tight pants his students would gawk at and whisper about, and even colleagues of his would wonder between themselves if he really was packing all that people thought he was. If you ever cared to assure them, you would say that he most certainly was.

Adrian fiddled with his fingers on your scalp for a moment before shakily speaking up. "I f-ffigured you were still-"

"I'm still pissed." You cut him off, and he flinched as if you had bit him. Honestly, you were more annoyed that he forced you to pull yourself away to answer rather than what he asked in itself. "Take it out."

"Wh--Why?"

"I wanna see it."

Finally, Adrian huffed, and his attitude started to come out as he straightened himself out--though he gave in and kicked his pants completely off his legs first, leaving him only in a pair of underwear with the biggest, darkest stain on the front.

"I'm your husband, not a whore."

"Just show it to me."

He sighed, and against his better judgement, he slid his thumbs beneath the waist of his wine-coloured boxers and slowly peeled them down his hips, the fabric rolling up in waves as they came down those long, dark legs. Even still half-soft, his cock stood out impressively against the rest of his lower half, though he stood awkwardly in his front hall still wearing his turtleneck from a day of teaching classes. Next to his spouse that he'd been fighting with all weekend, suddenly on your knees for him. You moved in for the kill, but at the last second Adrian's rough palm stopped you by the forehead and gently pushed you back.

"You're not doing this in the hallway." Ignoring your huff and the pout spelled out on your lips, he stepped past you and trusted you would scramble up to follow, which you did. "Let's go to the bedroom."

"S'too far." You replied from behind, and in the instant that Adrian stepped through the doorway into the sitting room, you let slip a smirk and started pushing him back until he stumbled and fell backwards into the sofa. Not even his scowl could mask the wide-eyed stare he gave you once you stood over him and stripped off the robe you'd been wearing since your afternoon shower. Even in the heat of an argument, he couldn't deny the power your body held over him at any given time.

You threw the robe at his face and on instinct, he breathed in despite his annoyance at having his view blocked. The moment he yanked it off and tossed it aside, you'd already gotten down again and crept towards his lap like a lion stalking its prey. Over the arm of the sofa you clambered, and before he could sit up completely your five fingers met his chest and you shoved him back against the other arm, your eyes dark and misty with lust.

"Honestly, I wanna fuck you, but you pissed me off too much this week." You murmured as you pawed your way down his body to his lap, so your knees propped your ass up while your cheek came to rest on his inner thigh, inches away from your prize. "So I'm gonna suck you off, and you're gonna take it, and then I'm gonna find something to do while you sit here and mope."

"I don't mope." Adrian scowled down at you. "At least give me a kiss first."

For his demands, you leaned up and pecked him carelessly on the lips before returning to your position.

"See that? It's called a compromise." Your teasing earned you a roll of the eyes from your husband, who you could tell had had about enough of you dredging up your recent string of arguments.

"Why don't you just save your words and get to it?"

Oh, now he was getting spicy. You masked a huge grin and went to work almost immediately--the flat of your tongue met his tip and Adrian gasped, his hips could barely stay still on the couch and lifted the moment he felt you touch him skin-to-skin. His hand flew to your head but it wasn't to stop you this time, rather it was to hold himself in place like an anchor as you slobbed your soft tongue messily all over his lap. Thank god your nearest neighbors were all the way down the road, or you'd be subject to some noise complaints for sure--and maybe some 911 calls for the times your husband moaned like he was being fucking murdered.

“Jesus! Ssslow down, fuck, fuck-!” Adrian's voice cracked into a pitchy whine that pierced right through your ears, and if you could smirk with a mouthful of him, you would. His waist jerked sideways as his body inched away from the intense shocks of pleasure, nearly toppling you off the couch in the process. With a hand planted on either side of the dips where his hips and waist met, you used your leverage to pin your husband's body down to the cushions. No matter the hands that pushed on your head or his pitiful begging as you noisily sucked down his dick, he had something you wanted and nothing was gonna stop you from taking it. Rather than pull off to gloat, you let him see the bulge of his own cock nestled in your cheek, and teased him with the warmth you rubbed all over it in that little pouch of heat and spit.

This'll show my prick of a husband the meaning of spite. That was the thought that came to your mind in that moment, and understandably so. Your plan initially was to work him up, blueball him, and leave him hanging all night. That was what he deserved for being such an asshole during all those fights you had over the weekend, because Adrian wasn't usually so clingy and with such a bad attitude as he was then–nor was he usually so cold during whatever fights you had over your marriage. It actually really hurt your feelings. But you didn't want to tell him that.

But contrary to your initial frustrations, you knew your plan was abandoned when you peered up at him and saw the glisten of tears trailing down his face.

“Please,” He mumbled in a quiet, soft tone. “I love the way you make me feel.” He couldn't quite get those next two words out; “Don't stop”. So you decided to spell each letter out with your tongue, and watched as Adrian's head hit the arm of the couch while he shrieked with the pleasure wracking his oversensitive body. Maybe later you'd bother to ask what had him strung so tight that whole time, and he'd tell you about all those ugly reasons why he felt so possessive over you. How the voice at the back of his head told him he needed to own you. But whenever you reminded him of your love for him, he just melted into a puddle of worship and wonder why on earth you would ever love a messed-up old man like him.

Either way, he was an “old man” that was getting his dick sucked into the netherworld tonight. Adrian never had any idea how much his teary eyes turned you on, at least not until you kissed them off his cheeks and slid your ass up into his lap. Fuck leaving him high and dry–not even the worst frustrations in the world could keep you from watching your husband's eyes roll back in pleasure as you rode the professor brainless.

(cws: gn!darling, dubcon, noncon photography, exhibitionism, "i got sold to the azumakos" wattpad plotline, cum drinking, praise, pet names)

Shura Roanoke

"Would you look at that shit?" Shura's grin was like a panther's--unsettling and surely up to no good. Click. The flash on his camera blinded you momentarily, but the spots blotting your vision was nothing unusual by now. In fact, you were just getting used to it.

"Smile. Oh, wait--looks like you've got your mouth full." His laugh was like the windchimes you'd heard from the neighbor's porches; clear and soft, yet it pierced through the din of the dark room you were in and the red lights that accented it. As the sound of your spit shucking as it lubed up your lips, the yakuza pressed his thumb to your cheek and implored you to open them wider. Don't wanna hurt the new toy.

That was what you were here for. Your father was a yakuza head--and a bad one at that. He'd stolen money from the wrong people many times, and made enemies of those he should never have even been in the same rooms with. But when it came to gambling, he was all in all the time. And when the Azumakos came knocking to collect his enormous debt to them, he left you at their mercy and skipped town to escape what he'd wrought. "Piece of shit." That was Shura's first comment to you when he arrived at the sketchy little hovel where you'd been left, but you'd soon learn once you saw his grin and listened to his proposition that he wasn't talking about you--but that didn't matter anymore. As far as they were concerned, you were now an Azumako with all the rest of them.

"Show me those pretty eyes, pumpkin. Wanna get a good shot, yeah?" Shura aimed his phone down and brushed the hair from your face, just in time for another click and to see his expression light up at the newest photo on his screen. "Oh-ho, Mako is gonna love you. Suck it more-" His shoulders shook when you obeyed, and his eyes rolled back in the moment at the tight squeeze around his dick, which he'd buried right to the hilt in your soft, warm mouth. "-Shiiiiit, that's good. Don't even need another hole, yeah? Think I'm fine with just this one."

Apparently growing satisfied with the album's worth of photos he'd taken of you choking down his cock, Shura set his phone aside and leaned into the kiss of his tip against the back of your throat, head tilted back in pleasure as he gripped the seat beneath him. The other yakuza that were with him had dispersed somewhat to look around for members of your father's gang, but a few hung around in casual conversation nearby as if Shura getting blown two feet from them was totally normal. You'd learn later that they weren't part of the core "family", just some low-level thugs and gangsters who needed cash and a bodyguard job. But the few pairs of eyes burning holes into you weren't unnoticed, and Shura gingerly stroked your hair as if he was trying to comfort you.

"Ignore them, sweetness. Just wanna watch the show is all--you're all mine." He dipped down to whisper that last part, before leaning back with a deep sigh as he eased your head down to bob it on his lap again. One of his bodyguards came up within a few inches of you and muttered something in his ear, which Shura didn't seem to care one way or another if you heard or not.

"...Mhm. Well, take care of him, then. Make him pay, yeah?" The other man in the suit vanished from the room, and Shura looked down on you with a peaceful smile.

"That's it. Just keep stroking me with that soft tongue. Y'know, Makoi can find whoever he wants to get him off--I kinda like the idea of making you mine." He tilted his head at you, peering into your very soul as his hand guided your head up and down, up and down his thick cock. "Yeah? You like that? Wanna be my little arm candy? I bet you'll like gettin' licked out every night. I'm a fair guy--scratch my back, I scratch yours. You can't imagine what my tongue can do."

He winked down at you, and the laugh that escaped him melted into a fuzzy, open-mouthed moan that he couldn't even try to hold in.

"That's it, that's it, that's it--more, lil' more, just--fuck--u-use your tongue on the--fffuck, there!"

The sweet spot he was guiding you to, wherever it really was, seemed to work more than wonders as Shura's voice cracked and he threw his head back against the chair. You watched with awe as his adam's apple bobbed in time with his gasps of your name, and your mouth flooded suddenly with an immense heat--one that you couldn't hope to combat, only to bear as ropes of sticky seed shot down your tongue and into the depths of your throat. Shura held you there firmly to take in every sloshing ounce of cum that spilled on to the bed of your swollen tongue, every bitter swallow until his thumb ran across your lower lip and you opened up to show him a clean mouth.

"Ohhh! Impressive!" He laughed jubilantly while tucking himself back into his pants like nothing happened. While the future ahead was still hazy and scary, at least Shura's optimism was comforting. But his smirk as he picked his phone back up, and the possessive touch of his hand as he pulled you up on his lap was...less so.

"Now, let's pick out the best pictures to send to the guys. They're nice, I promise--you're gonna love your new big brothers, pumpkin."

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

The idea: HCS for some of the older characters reacting/dating hcs to the cram school! reader liking them.

Basically: if all of the cram school students are OF AGE, how would these characters react?

The list(Blue Exorcist):

Shiro Fujimoto, Mephisto, Lucifer, Juzo Shima, Satan, Shura Kirigakure, Mamushi Hojo, Yuri Egin

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like the headcanons.

Fandom: Blue Exorcist

Characters: Lucifer, Shura Kirigakure, Mamushi Hojo x gn! Reader (Separate)

I've actually just answered a request asking for relationship headcanons for Shiro, Mephisto, Juzo, Satan, and Yuri which you can find here!

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General dating headcanons for the Blue Exorcist characters.

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Lucifer is a very intense partner. That isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it is something to be aware of when in a relationship with him.

When he loves, it’s complete and all consuming. He will do everything to protect you from his enemies and, even at times, his allies.

Sometimes this can come across as smothering but Lucifer also respects you completely. If you ask him to back off and let you live your own life, he’ll do just that. But he will always keep a close eye on you. If anything were to happen to you, he would never forgive himself.

If you’re not an exorcist or part of the Illuminati, he’ll do his best to keep you away from the coming war. He might teach you how to defend yourself, just to know you can defend yourself.

On the other hand, if you’re already involved, Lucifer likes being able to discuss plans and ideas with you. He’s got a lot of responsibility on his shoulders and having you there helps ease the weight.

If you’re in a relationship with Shura, you’re certainly going to be going on a lot of adventures, both exorcist related and not. She’s a party animal and likes excitement.

If you’re not into that sort of stuff, she’ll respect that but she’d love it if you’re willing to be with her when she gets to properly relax and let her hair down (more than usual of course).

Shura’s a super supportive partner in all aspects. Need some words of affirmation about your outfit? You’ve never looked better in her eyes. Want her to look over your latest project? It’s looking good!

As energetic as she is, she also loves spending quiet time with you. She enjoys the peace you bring her and hopes she brings you peace in those moments as well.

I feel like Shura puts up a front a lot of the time, hiding her true self behind her overly bubbly personality. But with you, she can be honest, letting her walls down and knowing you’ll still care for her nonetheless.

Okay, Mamushi is an interesting case. She’s probably not going to react the best if you tell her about your feelings for her out of nowhere but if you give her some time to calm down, she will certainly reciprocate.

I see her as someone who is very much a fan of subtle declarations of affection. She likes it when you put your shoes next to hers when you take them off and when you link your pinkies together while walking.

Big declarations still intimidate her a bit and she’s not great at expressing her own feelings but she’s trying her best.

I feel like Mamushi hasn’t had a lot of experience with relationships before so she isn’t really sure how fast or slow it should progress. You’ll have to be the one to set boundaries or ask her to do things so she knows.

She’s also very much someone who, even though it takes a while for her to develop feelings, once she cares about someone, she’s with them for the long run.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Day Off | Yandere Blue Exorcist

You speedily walked through the hallways of the True Cross Academy, holding you’re clipboard under your arm. Trying to ignore the green-haired demon that comically kept pressing his face against the windows. You let out a sigh as you pulled out your magic keys to easily avoid an even longer walk to the cram school. If only to hinder the beady green eyes that refused to stop. Following. You.

Opening the door to the eccentric-colored hallway. You went on your way opening the door to everyone’s favorite Ex-Wires. Holding your fist up to the door, you moved to knock only to be stopped by the door swinging inward. Opened by your junior half-demon who was smiling with his pointy canines.

“Rin! Sit back in your seat!” 

Rin ignored him leaning on the doorway, tail exposed and swinging without restraint. 

“(Y/n)-Senpai! Are you teaching today?! Are you monitoring!? Are you going to stay long–agh!?”

He squealed as he was flung back by the minimally dressed Shura Kirigakare who replaced him as she leaned against the doorway. Smirking she purposefully blocked your way into the classroom. 

“Sit back down kid. The adults are talking,” she leaned close to your face before continuing. “So (Y/n), have you come to take up my offer?”

She fiddled with her jacket putting it out of the way of her minimalistic top, accentuating her chest. You let out another exhausted sigh as you backed away ducking under her arm and stepping over her leg to make your way into the classroom. You turned your head to her, speaking in a hushed voice.

“Come on Kirigakure, you know I’m far too busy to play with you.”

She straightened up, leaning against the door and keeping her head turned to the unoccupied hallways. Noticing her quietness you walked to the podium where Yukio was waiting nervously fiddling with the papers he had. 

“(Y/n)-Senpai, it’s good to see you!” Yukio coughed. “Thank you for coming in again, I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. I’m always happy to fill in for my boys.”

Yukio’s face lit up in a blush before quickly composing himself with a push of his glasses. You chuckled at his nervousness before watching the exorcist scurry out of the room. Passing the first-class exorcist, words were exchanged before he left the room. 

Turning to the remaining class you clapped your hands, drawing their attention as if it wasn’t already on you.

“Alright, kids. Let’s get to work!” 

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“Come on, Kids! Try to land a hit!” 

Kirigakure yelled from her desk watching as you casually defended all their attacks from behind the podium. The moment Yukio left you decided to change the lesson to one on damage control–an easy lesson on your part who was she to judge? Who was she kidding, she couldn’t think negatively of you in the slightest. It killed her to know at the mere mention of her name from your mouth she would blush as furiously as she did before. 

“S-see I told you guys they were super strong!” Rin gushed to his classmates who were similarly panting in exhaustion from their separate areas of cover. 

“N-no kidding! I can’t even figure out what their doing!?” Bon yelled over a barrage of icicles that were shooting in their direction. 

“M-maybe they're one of those descendants–eek like the ones Kamiki-chan was talking about?” Shiemi squealed from the protective roots of her familiar. 

“I-i don’t know of a demon that controls a bunch of elements–hot! Like that!” Konekomaru continued to shield himself faltering as waves of heat came off the ground underneath him. 

Kirigakure chuckled, at the familiar interaction. Seeing everyone who fights you squabble to find out your power. Underneath her amusement, something snaked, that similar negative emotion birthed for everyone who held your attention away from her. Summoning a can of beer from the portal on her chest, she slicked one back with a sneer on her tongue. 

“When are you gonna stop playin’ with them!?” 

The slurred yell came from her gaining a desired reaction. Your narrowed gaze on her before switching back to the blue-flamed student hurling in your direction. With no problem at all you took down the half-demon, pinning him underneath you with a hand on his chest. 

You sucked your teeth quietly scolding the boy with a smile as his flames died down. The image burned Shura with envy. Even with the knowledge of your parental relationship, it did nothing to soothe the anger that came with such a position with anyone else. And in an act of stifled defiance, she flung the can at the board directly above you and Rin. Once again you looked at her with a piercing gaze before helping Rin up to his feet. To feel her heart swell at the annoyance in your eyes was a despicable feeling but one that she craved as you opened your mouth to speak. But of course, your phone rang and with a smirk, you rallied the students.

“Come kids, they need some extra hands.” 

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Rin Okumura was on a role if he did say so himself. Your watchful gaze on him while fighting really fired him up (pun intended). The sheer pride of working effectively alongside his team, using the moves and lessons he had with you couldn’t make him happier. 

“Here I go!” 

Calling his friends and his brother, he took the lead withdrawing his sword to severely debilitate the demon of immense size. With the adrenaline still running in his veins he continued to slice and dodge the demon's attacks; drawing its attention as Bon and Konekomaru recited their scriptures. Fearfully Shima aided in Rin’s distraction, while Kamiki and Shiemi continued to evacuate anyone nearby this time being conscious of the infrastructure that could be saved. Rin couldn’t be happier. Laying demons to rest with his friends all with (Y/n) watching! Watching…But you weren’t watching. Your eyelids were downcast as your mouth moved. Looking into the distance, your mouth moved to speak with Kiragakure who was insistently leaning, rubbing all over you as you sat on a rooftop. He’d never been more jealous of her boobs in his life!

But this wasn’t right! For all the limited times he gets to spend with you he never got to show you his agency on the field. He’s sure Yukio did because he always got to work with the ones he wanted. But this was his chance to show you, to show you that he was strong and that he could do this. But he couldn’t do that if you didn’t look at him!

“Rin! Pay attention!”

Too little too late Rin was trapped fighting the pressure of the demon's giant appendage as it bore down on him. Even still his azure-colored eyes looked at you through the claws of the demon, only to spy your look of bated concern. He did not like the look on your face it made him sick. He wanted your attention on him but not like this. 

“L-look at–” he buckles under the weight. Nearly being squashed before snapping awake with a burning flame of passion. 

“LOOK AT ME!” 

At his scream, he rocketed out from the weight of the demon swinging his sword as he shot up its arms. Continuing to carry out the momentum of the slice he went right for its head ultimately bringing an end to the demon’s reign as its designated scripture was read. With a monumental crash and a mountainous pile of rubble, he triumphantly stood knowing full well you were smiling on from your perch. 

Jumping down with Kirigakure you smiled at the collapsing students. 

“Good job kids! Now, who wants ice cream? It’s on me!”

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“Thank you for the food!” 

The students happily munched and licked at their ice cream. You happily kicked your feet as you sat separately, sucking on your own popsicle as you leaned against a nearby wall both your sides being occupied by the Okumura twins. In front of you was Kirigakure who refused to keep her distance anymore and had settled for leaning herself on your lap; watching the ice treat hang languidly within your mouth as if waiting for something to drop.

“Of course kids! I don’t mind rewarding you all for your hard work!” Shima high-fived Konekomaru and Bon while Shiemi and Kamiki nodded to one another. Kirigakure couldn’t help it smirking into the skin of your lap.

“Ha but you still caused millions~in~damage~” 

“Ughh!” “Come on!” “We just can’t win can we?!”

Her teasing tone resulted in a collective groan, relishing in the comical glumness that fell over the group. Looking up at you, your pouting lips were apparently emphasized even more by the playful slap at the top of her head by your popsicle. She stuffed her face into her lap warming your lap with blood rushing to her cheeks. You took the time to reassure the group telling them how many other Exorcists have similar problems. 

“Thank you again. I can already tell they’ve already gotten significantly better at damage control.” Yukio chimed. Looking over at his brother who shamelesslywas leaning against your other shoulder while he and Shiro continued to eat their ice cream cup, “I doubt I could have taught them any better…if anything at all.” 

“Hey!”

You chuckled as the twins glared and begin to bicker with one another. Sucking on your treat you enjoyed the familiar sound before stopping to look up at the incoming presence. 

“Mephisto.”

“(Y/n)!”

“M-mephisto!?” Rin’s screechy call of surprise had everyone snapping in the direction of the flamboyant principal. Twirling his umbrella by the handle he continued to give his pointy smile, much to many’s chagrins.

“On your day off you’d spend it working? I can hardly believe it, with the way you run out at the end of your workday.” 

Mephisto kept smiling but the comment was grating. You only rolled your eyes, licking at your treat. 

“Working with you in an office for twelve hours is completely different than watching the kids on missions. Besides,” leaving the popsicle in your mouth as you let your hands ruffle the twin’s raven hair, “anything for my boys!” 

Said boys blushed profusely, as you continued to muss up their hair nervously pushing at their glasses and turning away when you released your hold on them. Kiragakure glared as she moved to tighten her hold on your waist, nuzzling against you to glare at the purple-haired demon. 

Mephisto’s eyes twitched and lightly chuckled bringing the hood of his umbrella to cover his body. The twins reeled back while Kirigakure found she was no longer squeezing you but the air in which you previously resided. Looking up with a glare she found you were casually being held  in Mephisto’s arms by your waist. 

“Well, we best be on our way! So much work to get done.” With a dip of his hat and a dramatic swing of his umbrella, he was about to make another dramatic exit only hesitating when Kirigakure yelled. 

“Oi! Isn’t it pretty tyrannical to kidnap them on their day off!?” 

“Oh? I didn’t say I’d make them work! Now I bid you adieu.”

He snickered tightening his grip around your waist as he made a final twirl of his umbrella. Letting the umbrella flop to the ground as you both made an exit, leaving Kirigakure to silently fume with Yukio and Rin who glared at the remaining object.

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“You know she’s right. Why bother me on my day off, despite what it was I was enjoying myself.”

You were draped on his lap leaning on the arms of his floating chair as you accusingly pointed your popsicle in his face with a mock pout on your face. He smiled widely flashing his pearly canines as he played with the collar of your shirt specifically the area where the back of your neck was. 

“Aww, but don’t you want to spend the day with me? We always have such fun!”

He snatched the end of your popsicle in his mouth smiling devilishly at the scrunching of your nose as he ate your treat. His eye contact was broken with you as the popsicle was pried from his mouth and taken into another's.

“And don’t forget me, don’t you want to spend time with me?”

Amaimon interjected leaning into your face from the top of the armchair, only for Mephisto to grip his brother’s face to push him away.

“Yes! Amaimon you too or whatever. So how would you like to spend the rest of your day off with us me of course.”

You released an exhausted sigh before shaking your head as a smile spread across your face. 

“Alright well…”

[ganjies]

Would you be able to write general relationship hcs with Juzo Shima, Satan, or Shura?

No worries if you're not comfortable writing for any of them 🩵

𐙚 𓂃 Juzo & Shura hcs

warning/s. . none

𝓢uzo Shima 𝜚

As the second son of the Shima family and an Upper Second Class Excorcist Juzo is a really busy man , duties tend to overwhelm him alot sometimes , both from his family matters and exorcists duties but either way he tries to spend as much time as possible with you ; his love language is definitely quality time. . he loves hearing you talk for hours about your day and praising you for all the successful tasks you’ve completed.

One of his main objectives is learning more and more about you , building down a strong connection with his beloved , leading it into a happy marriage , if you feel ready and happy with him of course. After his father , he will be the one taking the lead of the Shima clan and he needs to grow the family more but that’s just a side reason , he loves you dearly and will be honored to get married and start a family with you.

𝓢hura Kirigakure 𝜚

Shura is a more free spirit compared to Juzo but that doesn’t mean she’s less busy. She’ll try to spend time with you yes , but her missions usually take alot of her day , weeks too and she will hardly drop her work for someone else.

Shura’s love languages could be either quality time or words of affirmation. . a bit of physical touch too , but only when she’s alone with you. She’s not scared to show with words how much she cares about you and you will never be able to escape her teasing words for sure.

She’s not one to express her worries in front of others , but she deeply thinks about your well being , especially since she’s an high class exorcist. . some demons smarter than others could use you against her and she would never forgive herself if something would happen to you.

this is basically my first writing after months of procastination , i hope this is to your liking. Also i had some troubles writing for Mephisto. . i will learn his personality later on so that he won’t sound too much ooc.

[yandere-yearnings]

Hey this might be a weird question but?

If all your ocs got into a fist fight...who do you think would come out on top? (And who would lose first?)

Oc death match...Idk goodnight everybody

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hiiii swan nonnie🥺 it's not weird in the slightest!! all your questions are always super interesting pls😭🩷

for a fair and equal oc deathmatch i think id have to level the grounds somehow between the ones in like,, contemporary aus vs fantasy ones so assuming that no one has magic (and everyone has legs,, dia,,,, ophelia,,,), the order from losing to winning is;

yan!glitch would be the first out, the wind could blow the wrong way and he'd dissintegrate into tiny pixels unfortunately <//3 bea and lemon are next bc both of them are clumsy and i don't think they've ever even swatted a fly right in their lives.

cecilia, clover, iolanthe and dew in that order purely on strength, but if we factor in them strategising for the fight then clover would probably win with cecilia as a close second. vio and [redacted] are pretty evenly matched in a lot of aspects,, i think if they were up against each other both of them would die somehow😭

dia is significantly weaker than ophelia in the water but on land i'd say the gap lessens. both of them would probably make it out alive in a fight against everyone following but vv roughed up.

cassiel, shura, dice and sun. the first three are around the same and then sun is kinda in his own league. and in a finale between laurent and bear either of them could win but neither of them are into fighting without incentive. so in a deathmatch, when it's just the two of them left standing, expect smth really anticlimactic like them calling a truce (unless there's smth worth it on the line).

[straykidsnerd255]

Hi I just want you to know that I love all your headcanons. How would all the classic gold Saints (ft. Kanon) react to their s/o having a Erza scarlet past (The tower of heaven past as a child)? Thank you in advance.

Of course! Unfortunately, I won’t do all 13 in one request. I will split it and do 4 right now. If you would like to request a pt 2 you are more than welcome to request a part 2. I have learned I get burned out faster when I do more than 3-4 characters at a time.

Saga:

When he found you, you were covered in old scars and wounds. 

He brought you back to the Sanctuary and helped tend to your wounds. 

Saga was an inquisitive man and wanted to know what had happened to you but he wouldn’t push you. Not when you looked so terrified.

One day, you opened up and told him everything about your past. 

Saga was beyond pissed.

Finding out they were all dead and gone made him feel better.

Kanon:

You and Kanon have been dating for 3 years now and he has never learned about your past. 

When you finally told him about your past, he was angry. Beyond pissed. 

He wanted to find this tower of heaven and rip it to shreds. 

You told him that it was no longer there and that it was torn down when the last of the people in charge died. 

After you told him everything, Kanon refused to let you leave his side. 

He made sure to tell you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. You were so grateful to Kanon. 

Shaka:

You and Shaka have been dating for less than 2 years when you told him about your past. 

That was the first time you had seen his eyes. 

He was pissed. He could see the bruises and scars all along your body when you were changing shirts. 

“This tower doesn’t exist anymore right?” He asked.

You reassured him that the tower no longer existed and that the people that had hurt you were no longer alive.

Shura:

You finally felt comfortable telling Shura about your past. However, you didn’t expect him to react like he did.

He was currently plotting revenge but you stopped him by telling him that the tower was gone and everyone that had forced you and others to build it was gone as well. 

Shura, knowing that it would bring up unwanted memories, asked if he could see the scars and wounds that you had been given.

You showed him the wounds, even though your heart was pounding in your chest and you were reminded of the pain you suffered. 

His hands ran over the markings that littered your back. He was gentle and when one made your body jump, he would lean down and kiss it. 

“You are safe now. Nothing like this will happen to you again.”

[lemonyboy97]

Can I ask who you're comfortable writing for in Blue Exorcist? Or at least if the list for characters you don't write is shorter can we get that? :3

I'll be honest its been forever since i watched it so it'll mostly be mains-

Characters i can write for:

Rin, Yukio, Amaimon, Suguro

Characters I'll have to do a bit of 'research' for (might be ooc):

Mephisto, Kamiki, Renzo, Shura, Sheimi

Character's I cant write for:

Baisically anyone else, im afraid since its been so long sine ive seen it that any other characters would be way too ooc to be worth anyones time

[ghxstwrites]

Forgive Me Father

Pairing: Priest! Yunho x GN! Reader

Summary: It’d been forever since you stepped into a church, but after one too many life altering events, a friend suggested confessing as a last resort, and it turns out you got more than you prayed for. 

WC: 2.6k

AU: Religion! Au

Genre: smidgen of Angst, Smutty smut smut smut, porn with plot

Warning(s): Smut! MDNI! priest kink went brrrrr with this man, dacryphilia, impact play, lotttsss of degradation, lil bit of praise, discussion of religion and blasphemous acts, reader can be a bit of a smartass, unprotected sex (that's not very holy… wrap it up) - sorry if i'm missing anything!

A/N: Well, I wont ever see Heaven after this. Thank you to @bunnliix for the proofread and help on this one, also @skzdust for you Catholicism knowledge, big shout out to @kpop---scenarios for the title!

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society

Tag List: @bethelighthalazia @a---shura @kpop---scenarios @autieofthevalley @wisejudgedragonhairdo (send me an ask if you'd like to be added!)

Kinktober & Flufftober Masterlist

It felt like one thing after another, your fiancé ran away with their co-worker and work had eliminated your position, and you’d lost what was supposed to be a lifelong friend in the process, it felt like something was out to get you. You’d tried everything to help clear any negative thoughts with every feasible solution you’d been recommended when searching the internet.

Journaling? Didn’t work - after you’d nearly jammed the pen through one of the books writing all the warning signs down after your fiancé left, and ruined another with tears talking about your friend.

Yoga and Meditation? Nope, after 3 sessions you decided being alone with your thoughts was definitely not the route you wanted to take.

Blasting your favorite songs? It worked… until the song you were going to use as your first dance at your wedding came on. Your speaker went through the open window right before you cried yourself to sleep that night. 

Which brings you to today, a group of your friends had decided to invite you out to lunch, the first time you’d really seen the world had set its sights on you. 

“Oh sweetheart…,” your friend cooed at you across the table, it sounded like she was mocking you at first, despite you knowing she wasn’t, you weren’t convinced she had an evil bone in her body. “Listen… I know it isn’t usually your thing, but.. Have you thought about church? Or even going to confessionals? They don’t really talk to you, the priest just listens…. Once you're done he offers solutions and if you use them, great. If not, no harm no foul?” she shrugs her shoulders unsure of her own words to you. 

You contemplated for a minute “You’re right it isn’t my thing, I don't really get how sitting next to a stranger who’s whole personality is religious context, talking to him like you’re talking to air…but if it works for you, that's great… for you,” You, admittedly a little harsh, reply back to her. 

Late one night you’d sat on your bed looking for jobs on your laptop, and with every passing one you’d grown more frustrated, you either didn’t have matching qualifications, they wanted a better degree or they weren’t even paying a livable wage. 

“Fuck this,” you huff out as you close your laptop, shoving it off your lap and fall back in bed. You’d pull your hoodie over your face as you listen to the sound of rainfall hit your apartment window and your friends' words ring back in your brain, what else did you really have to lose? Talking to a stranger who knows nothing about you and would likely never see you again, huffing you get dressed and head over to your local church.

Walking in, you take note of the admittedly beautiful surroundings, stained glass windows, marble statues, all of it was cloaked in darkness as night had fallen, but the moon light cascaded through the windows beautifully. 

You took a moment to look around, familiarizing yourself with your surroundings as it had been years since you’d entered a church. Wooden pews, rich velvet red floors, as dated as it may look, it was beautiful. 

It wasn’t long before your eyes fell on the confessional, a wooden box in the far corner of the room, sighing to yourself, you walked toward it. You slowly reach for the handle and open the door, you sit down in the booth as the silence is suddenly so loud. 

“What brings you here, Child?” A male voice spoke from the otherside of the grate.

Startled, you respond as calmly as you can. “I-I’m down on my luck and a friend suggested this… I’m hoping you can listen or help?”

The man spoke up once again “Very well, you may proceed.”

With a heavy sigh you proceed to recount the last few months of troubles to the man, feeling yourself getting angry and the tone shift slightly. You feel like you can dig your nails into the laminated wood you sat on, that same grit showing up in the way you speak.

“Easy child...” the man lulls out at you “There's no need to speak with such venom.”

The tone of his voice admittedly going straight to your core, but why? You don’t know anything about the young priest on the other side, other than exactly that, a young man who has devoted his life to the church, are you really that insane?

“Sorry sir -” 

“Please, refer to me as father, Father Yunho,” He cuts you off.

“Sorry Father…” you manage to say back, a calmness washing over your voice as you try to push those thoughts  to the back of your mind.

“Father, please help.” you whine out, feeling frustrated “I am at the end of my rope and nothing seems to be working,” you admit.

“I see… is that all you’d like to confess, child? I have a feeling there is more,” he all but whispers. 

The way his words fall from his mouth has you pushing your thighs together, his voice was as velvety as the floors of his church, delicate yet demanding.

“N-no father,” you say, barely above a whisper, when you hear a small chuckle on the other side.

“Very well, I sense that you need to reflect on yourself and perhaps your relationship with our savior, putting your faith in him may guide you to the path you are seeking,” he retorts back at you.

“Thank you Father.. For listening and.. Helping,” you sound pitiful, you felt as if you were about to cry

“If you feel the need to come back to confess anything further, I’m always here child.” he said back to you, his tone calm but with a hidden undertone to it that you couldn’t quite discern.

It had been a few weeks since you’d gone to visit Yunho, and out of everything you confessed that night, the one thing that stuck with you was the sound of his voice. 

The way it flowed like warm honey wouldn’t leave your head, what would your name sound like falling from those lips, the noises he’d make, maybe even… No, stop, he's a priest, he was there to listen and guide you and now all you can think about is the noises you could make him elicit.

You’d laid there, it’d been a rough day as several more rejection emails clogged your inbox, you think back to the young priest's words, full of encouragement - but the more they replayed the more you stirred, your hand guiding its way down your body, “Father please…” you’d softly moaned out as your hand dips into your shorts.

It had felt like the universe had given you a break, you’d been given a job offer, and a nice one at that, could this have been the divine intervention the young priest was talking about?

Despite the feeling of gratitude, and things looking up - there was still one thing in the back of your head. 

Father Yunho.

You found yourself back in the walls of the church late one evening, you’d just come from your first day of work and since the church was on the way home you wanted to stop in, if nothing else to pay your respects and close this chapter of your life. 

You’d sat down on the cold bench in the confessional. “Father Yunho? Are you there?”

“Oh it’s you again,” he speaks softly. He remembered me? “Is everything okay?”

That damn voice, the way it seeps out of his mouth, the way it makes you think the unholiest thoughts in the holiest of places.

“Y-yes… well yes and no,” you say to him “I was able to find a job, Today was my first day actually, I wanted to stop in and say  thank you…’ you trailed off

“And?” the young priest smirks to himself, he knows something else has brought you back - no one comes to confess a warm hearted thank you. “I feel as if there is still something you are withholding, child.”

“Please, call me Y/N…” you muster, trying to change the subject.

“Very well, Y/n,” he says, “Please, I will not force you but how can I help you if you do not confess what is plaguing you?”

Damn it. He has you cornered, you can’t back out of this now. 

“F-Father, please forgive me, but I.. I have sinned,” you whimper out. “Since the last time we spoke I.. I can’t stop thinking of you.” you confess to the young man sitting across the partition from you.

“Thinking of me? Thinking of me, how?” he asked you.

“I-” you choke on your own words, “Late at night.. When I replay your words, they start as encouragement and then I can’t help but think of what other sounds you can make.. I..” you look at the floor, embarrassed by your own confession, across the partition Yunho's face is getting hotter, and embarrassingly enough to him, his pants are getting tighter. 

When Yunho took the oath to be a faithful leader for Christ on the altar in this very church he made many vows, including celibacy, which never affected him until now. You, a seemingly innocent individual, came to him for advice, advice he was happy to offer to you, and now sitting across from you as you recount the blasphemous things you’d done while thinking about him, had made him feel things he’d never felt before.  

“Y/n, Pl-Please,” Yunho whined out

“I’m so sorry Father… I feel so ashamed at the amount of times I've gotten off to just the mere thought of your voice…” you feel the tears well up in your eyes.

Yunho is sat across from you and with every whimper and sob he feels it go straight to his dick, painfully aware of just how bad he’s affected you, as it’s now affecting him.

“Y-Y/n.. Please.. I…” he breathes out as his head tilts back against the confessional as he tries to push the thoughts out of his head, but now all he can think about is your tear stained face begging for forgiveness and he lets out a low moan. 

“Father are you… are you okay,” you lift your head to look at the mesh partition as if it were him. “I’m sorry if I…If i said too much.”

“Such- ah- filth should be reprimanded,” Yunho says through gritted teeth.

The sound goes straight to your core, causing you to press your thighs together in response.

“Father I -” Your words were cut short by the confessional door swinging open, leaving you face to face with the young priest. 

“You come into the house of Christ with such a perverted mouth and expect me to let you walk away?” He spat at you.”You are beyond saving Child,” as he pulls you out of the confessional and pushes you onto a nearby pew, leaving you shocked.

“The likes of you should be punished” he sits next to you and pulls you over his lap eliciting a yelp from you. His large hand comes down on your ass, the sound echoing through the church, causing you to cry out. 

“Quiet, you’ll take the punishment as penance for your sins, understood?” You let out a muffled sob “Now, Count.”

“One..” spank “T-Two,”  spank  “Th-Three,” you cry out as Yunho's broad hand comes down on your ass, tears rolling down your face.

“Such a waste of obedience in such a disobedient slut,” he says to you, gently massaging your asscheek from the smacks. 

“On your Knees,” you quickly move to place yourself on the ground. “Years ago, I vowed to Christ I would serve him in all his glory, I vowed obedience, poverty and celibacy.. And then my only thanks is to be sent a filthy slut to break me of those vows.” he spits as he removes his robe, and makes quick work of his belt. You sat back watching his every move, eyes eventually finding the tent that had been forming in his slacks.

“Father.. Please… please forgive me,” you sob up at him. “Quiet, you’ll speak when spoken too, understand?” he looks down at you. “Yes, Father” you squeak out as he smirks. “That’s better…” he reaches out to cup your face, wiping the stray tear away. ‘Now, why don’t you put this pretty mouth to good use?” he coos at you, tracing your lower lip with his thumb. 

Leaning back, he pulls out his aching cock, you lean forward and give him and give him a couple experimental pumps, which draws a beautiful noise out of the taller man before taking him completely in your mouth. 

The warm wet feeling has him in shambles, he’s putting all of his focus into not cumming down your throat immediately as you expertly work his length, his hand finding your hair as he attempts to take control of the situation. 

“There you go…” He lulls out, as his mouth drops open, as an unfamiliar pit starts forming in the pit of his stomach. He can feel it building as you bob your head up and down his cock, his grip on your hair tightening as he feels himself getting close, he pulls you away from him, using the hand in your hair to make you look up at him. Drool trailing out of your mouth as you look at him with slightly glassy eyes.

Looking at you, a switch flips in his mind, “So pretty, so obedient for me,” he says barely above a whisper as a smirk forms on his face. “Up, I’m not finished with you,” he pulls you to your feet as he stands up, leading you up to the altar, he forces you over it as he kicks your feet apart, he reaches for your hair, pulling it forcing it to look up. In front of you is a large marble statue of Christ. 

“To make sure you know just what you’ve done, I want you to see him,” he says sternly as tears well in your eyes again, before you can form a reply you feel Yunho’s cock slide into you, bottoming out rather quickly. The young priest throws his head back as his fingertips dig into your hip, causing you both to moan. Yunho pulls out slowly before ramming himself back into you, setting a rough pace. 

 “Father.. P-Please” you beg as his grip on your hair tightens. “F-uck please.. I can’t last much longer like this, Father please,” tears stream down your face as you stare at the marble statue in front of you.

“Not my favorite sinner begging for forgiveness now” he quips at you, his pace slowing down “Tell me exactly why I should forgive you for the sin you’ve brought into this church? Before our Lord and savior?” He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust. “How pathetic, now you’re crying?” he smirks as he pulls you back, body flush with his “Go on, let go.. Show me how much you really are sorry,” He coos in your ear. 

“Father - I.. I” your mind goes blank, your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks with one final thrust from Yunho, his name falling from your lips like hymns on a Sunday morning, he lets go of your hair, causing you to fall forward onto the altar as he pulls out of you, painting your back in his seed. The feeling of his seed on your back makes you shudder, the aftershocks of your orgasm pulling the energy out of you as you lay on the altar. Catching his breath, Yunho looks down at you, covered in his release and smirks.

”Whoever conceals their sins, does not prosper,” He breathes out  “but one who confesses it finds mercy.”

[princessbrunette]

playlists for the readers … ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა

bunny!reader ♡

just girly fun vibes — she likes her music catchy, pop-y and fairly relatable. rafe never lets her play her music in the car unfortunately, because he cannot be seen speeding down the road blasting the pussy cat dolls.

🎀 cassie — ditto

🎀 kali uchis, steve lacy, vince staples — only girl

🎀 frank ocean — sweet life

🎀 coco & clair — pretty

🎀 sabrina carpenter — feather

🎀 flo milli — never lose me

🎀 cassie — miss your touch

🎀 childish gambino, jhené aiko — pink toes

🎀 flo.rida, wynter — sugar

🎀 kali uchis — honey baby (SPOILED!)

🎀 angels — my boyfriends back

🎀 foxy brown, kelis — candy

🎀 lana del rey — music to watch boys to

🎀 jhené aiko — maniac

🎀 fergie — clumsy

🎀 ciara, 50 cent — can’t leave ‘em alone

🎀 shelley duvall — he needs me

🎀 nancy sinatra — sugar town

🎀 heidi montag — i’ll do it

🎀 nicki minaj, jeremiah — favourite

🎀 kali uchis — melting

🎀 lady gaga — boys boys boys

🎀 cassie — long way 2 go

🎀 the pussycat dolls — when i grow up

🎀 tom tom club — genius of love

🎀 beyoncé — freakum dress

🎀 gwen stefani — bubble pop electric

🎀 marina — primadonna girl

🎀 madonna — material girl

🎀 pussy cat dolls — stickwitu

🎀 leven kali, syd — do u wrong

🎀 kiana ledé — mad at me

kitty!reader ♡

listens to her music to feel cool n edgy. shes one of those people that think she’s a bitch but she’s not at all, just a lil grumpy. wants everyone to know she liked deftones before it was cool.

🐈‍⬛ pixies — is she weird

🐈‍⬛ arctic monkeys — mardy bum

🐈‍⬛ black box recorder — child psychology

🐈‍⬛ the smiths — pretty girls make graves

🐈‍⬛ ethel cain — crush

🐈‍⬛ mazzy star — she’s my baby

🐈‍⬛ radiohead — creep

🐈‍⬛ chris isaak — wicked game

🐈‍⬛ limp bizkit — rollin’

🐈‍⬛ the pretty reckless — makes me wanna die

🐈‍⬛ pearly drops — bloom for me

🐈‍⬛ deftones — root

🐈‍⬛ fka twigs — two weeks

🐈‍⬛ deftones — romantic dreams

🐈‍⬛ hole — doll parts

🐈‍⬛ margeaux — hot faced

🐈‍⬛ siouxsie and the banshees — she’s a carnival

🐈‍⬛ kip tyler — she’s my witch

🐈‍⬛ deftones — mascara

🐈‍⬛ soho dolls — bang bang bang bang

🐈‍⬛ enigma — sadeness

🐈‍⬛ DANGERDOOM, MF DOOM — perfect hair

🐈‍⬛ radiohead — idioteque

🐈‍⬛ björk — come to me

🐈‍⬛ the nbhd — fallen star

🐈‍⬛ arctic monkeys — crying lightening

🐈‍⬛ deftones — diamond eyes

🐈‍⬛ the smiths — girl afraid

🐈‍⬛ ethel cain — unpunishable

🐈‍⬛ mitski — townie

🐈‍⬛ gorillaz — kids with guns

🐈‍⬛ evanescence — taking over me

deer!reader ♡

she’d say her playlists are all over the place — but it’s organised mess. she has them perfectly collated and in her head they make perfect sense. don’t put her on the aux though, not because the songs aren’t good but because the vibes are all over the place.

🍪 shura — 2shy

🍪 minnie riperton — les fleurs

🍪 april march — chick habit

🍪 benee — kool

🍪 camille saint- saëns — … le cygne

🍪 the little dippers — forever

🍪 allie x, mitski — susie save your love

🍪 she & him — why do you let me stay here?

🍪 lesley gore — i’m coolin’ no foolin’

🍪 sza — prom

🍪 the penguins — earth angel

🍪 SALES — renee

🍪 cleo sol — sunshine

🍪 japanese breakfast — be sweet

🍪 kate bush — cloud busting

🍪 mazzy star — halah

🍪 the mamas & papas — dedicated to the one i love

🍪 scissors sisters — filthy / gorgeous

🍪 fiona apples — shameika

🍪 fleetwood mac — mystified

🍪 margo guryan — under my umbrella

🍪 erykah badu — apple tree

🍪 mort garson — plantasia

🍪 sza — sweet november

🍪 quadron — sea salt

🍪 corinne bailey rae — green aphrodisiac

🍪 sade — lovers rock

🍪 ella fitzgerald — moonlight serenade

🍪 cigarettes after sex — truly

🍪 tv girl — heaven is a bedroom

🍪 the velvet underground — femme fetale

🍪 clairo, coco & clair — racecar

🍪 james blake, rosalía — barefoot in the park

🍪 tame impala — nangs

puppy!reader ♡

never seen without her walkman — loves running around and dancing to her upbeat music. her playlists will remind you of days in the sun and dancing in summer rain.

🐶 her’s — love on the line (call now)

🐶 HAIM — summer girl

🐶 the la’s — there she goes

🐶 stacey q — two of hearts

🐶 faye webster — right side of my neck

🐶 bakar, summer walker — hell n back

🐶 beabadoobee — sunny day

🐶 dominic fike — babydoll

🐶 jungle — back on 74

🐶 pinkpanthress — attracted to you

🐶 duran duran — girls on film

🐶 shuggie otis — strawberry letter 23

🐶 sixpence none the richer — kiss me

🐶 matilda mann — bloom

🐶 HAIM — falling

🐶 311 — amber

🐶 earth, wind & fire — boogie wonderland

🐶 lorde — ribs

🐶 lesley gore — sunshine lollipops and rainbows

🐶 stevie wonder — all i do

🐶 the human league — don’t you want me

🐶 the turtles — happy together

🐶 pet shop boys — west end girls

🐶 clairo — bags

🐶 pat benetar — love is a battlefield

🐶 the psychedelic furs — love my way

🐶 scouting for girls — she’s so lovely

🐶 noisettes — wild young hearts

🐶 the all eyes i — beat goes on

🐶 tame impala — elephant

🐶 sublime — waiting for my ruca

🐶 mgmt — boogie down

[manias-wordcount]

Snowball's Chance in Hell (Shura Kirigakure)

Kinktober 2024 Day Eighteen: Boobplay

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You knew you had as much of a chance as a snowball did in the deepest, lowest layer of hell.

Still, that didn’t stop you from turning your head to look at it after finishing off what you know should be your last beer of the night with a dumb expression on your face. That didn’t stop you from shamelessly dragging your eyes up her form- watching intently as she continued to tilt her head back and drink from her own pile of beer cans without so much as a care in the world. You could see the moment the liquid started flowing through her throat. You could the moment she had begun to swallow. But even so, your gaze still couldn’t help but travel lower. 

It stopped on her collar at first, almost as if you were trying to remind yourself that shame exists and that shame is what you should be feeling for ogling at her so blatantly. But there were many other things you could focus on, after all. The pretty scenery that lay before the two of you. Her pile of beers sitting right by her side, the ones both open and unopened, and how it was noticeably larger than yours. The way her hair flowed slightly whenever the wind began to pick up. The tightness of her top as it hugged the swell of her breasts-

You were so gone.

You knew you couldn’t ask this. You knew you couldn’t. Doesn’t matter how good of a mood Shura seems to be. You know she could and would kick your ass in a heartbeat. She’s not afraid to put a sleazebag in their place. And while you wouldn’t consider yourself a sleazebag by a long shot, you can’t deny that you’ve been thinking about it. Ever since you’ve met her. Ever since you’ve first laid eyes on her. You’ve been thinking about asking her for permission. For a chance. For even just a crumb. 

But this is Shura you’re talking about. This idea of yours? Well, you feel you have a better chance of conquering Gehenna than getting a favorable reaction or response out of her.

But then you noticed the light, pinkish-colored flush on her face, signaling the alcohol had run its course and done its job. And you remembered that she was in a good mood for these past couple of days since things at the cram school have running a bit more smoothly lately. In fact, you had both been in a good mood lately. That’s why she asked you to sit outside and have a couple of beers under the moonlight with her. To celebrate a little bit of peace. So even though you had a sneaking suspicion that you were much drunker than she was at the moment, you figured now would be as good of a chance as any. 

“Hey Shura, could I… stick my face in your boobs?”

At least, that’s what all the liquid courage flowing through your veins is telling you.

Instantly, she freezes in front of you. The half-empty can of bear that was pressed against her lips stays there for a few seconds longer than you feel comfortable with as you watch nothing come out of what should have been a routine sip of beer. But you know it’s your fault. You could see the gears turning in her head- registering your words and trying to formulate what would be the most impact response to your stupid question. She beat you over the head with her fist and made you regret ever looking in her direction? Should she pull out her swords and make you beg for your life? Or should she pull out one of those freaky snake things she has control of and make them-

“Yeah, sure. Get over here.”

You don’t ever get a chance to finish that thought. Because a second later, you feel your arm being tugged forward, causing you to lose balance. What’s currently happening doesn’t even get a chance to register fully in your mind. You’re far too drunk for that. And the world is moving far too fast for you. But all you know one second, you’re sitting on a ledge with a pile of beer cans surrounding you as you peer at a pretty woman’s and your drinking partner’s body for the night’s body, swaying lightly in your seat. The next second?

The beer cans are clattering everywhere. Spilling the few last droplets of drinks you thought you for sure finished here and there while the ones you hadn’t opened hit the ground with an unflattering sound. At the moment, you couldn’t care less about something that could be so easily bought and replaced from the liquor store. Because all you think about is just how soft the place you landed was. 

And just how pretty the woman attached to that same landing place was too.

As your mind catches up to the rest of the world and you start to realize that Shura had just very willingly shoved your face into her boobs and right against her cleavage, you can’t help but make a pathetic noise from the back of your throat as she snickers at you. You’re currently half-splayed across her lap with your arms thrown haphazardly at her sides and around her waist. She has her arms wrapped around you as well, although it’s more of a loose grip that allows her to brush her fingers up and down your spine in a way that makes you a little too weak for words. Or perhaps, that’s her boobs doing that.

In fact, now that you think about it- it has to be her boobs that are the culprit. There’s just no other option. There’s just no way.

Because they’re exactly what you expected them to be like.  Exactly what you hoped they would be like. They’re soft and full and bouncy and ridiculously large as you tilt your head from side to side. They almost never, never stay still as your nose brushes against them- even though they’re still being held in place by Shura’s bikini top. But they look so pillow-like and floaty. Yet heavy and full. You don’t dare try to reach your hand up and grab at one of them, despite the feeling burning inside of you. That’s not what you asked to do. You’re lucky you’re even getting this much.

You’re lucky you’re even getting this.

That’s all you could think about as your eyes peered upward from between her boobs. At this point, she’s leaned back a little to allow herself some comfort and a spot to view your happy and horny expression as you get to indulge in the chance of a lifetime. But you guess she wasn’t expecting you to look this amazed by something she lives with every day. Because Shura- the great and powerful and untamable Shura- was looking down at you with a face of awe as she watched you. She watched you take extra special care whenever you would cause them to jiggle and move and stretch against her top. She watched you take extra special care as you looked at them like they were the most precious thing in this world to you. And she watched you turn your head and place feather-like kisses against her skin. Wherever you could find. Whatever part of her chest you could reach. Your lips found their way there. You had to.

You had to.

It was something you know you wouldn’t have gotten away with if it were any other day. It was something you knew you had to take advantage of now that you were in the perfect position on the perfect night with the perfect woman. It was something you knew you would cherish for all your coming days because they’re just so perfect. Her boobs are just so perfect. She’s just so perfect. But what you didn’t know know? The one thing you didn’t know until you peered back up at the very same woman you were worried would take your life over such a stupid request?

Was just how much she would begin to enjoy this too.

[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon and the Exorcist

Amaimon x reader

I’m awful at thinking of names for stories

Have you see a fennec fox before? Google it before you start reading, they’re so cute.

There will be another chapter to my soulmate AU

Amaimon is going to be in this season. Come on, we need more Amaimon content. Please? I’ll buy you a coffee 🥺

“Stupid demons. Stupid exorcists. I want to change careers.” You mutter under your breath as you undo the buttons on your uncomfortable uniform. Maybe you should follow Shura’s lead and disregard the dress code? It’s unbearably hot today. As the jacket slides off your shoulders, a small fennec fox spirit next to you scoffs at your complaints. “You’re being dramatic,” he remarks. “Dramatic? Everything hurts. The only reason I’m stuck in this career is because of my grandfather and you,” you grumble back at the fox. Your grandfather just had to pass down Seti to you and expect you to become an exorcist. It could have been one of your older cousins, but no, he chose you. Your cousin Haruto would have been a much better candidate; he was in great shape when your grandfather decided to pass on Seti. Even now, he still has a fit physique. But no, he picked the weakest grandchild to inherit Seti. He guilt-tripped you into becoming an exorcist, constantly reminding you how much it meant to him, making you train every day, and that was before the grueling cram school started. “Why are you acting like you’re weak and pitiful? You’re one of the top exorcists here; stop whining like a child.”

“But it hurts.” It doesn’t matter if you’re a strong exorcist; the large gash on your shoulder is nearly too much. The medic kept talking about how strong you were, asking if it hurt because you kept a straight face in front of them. Of course, it hurt; the demon not only tore through muscle, but you also had to deal with the effects of the miasma. “I’m not going to be able to use this arm for at least a month.”

Seti gives you a disapproving expression. "You'll be back to normal within a week." You observe as a hint of worry appears on his face before he quickly adopts a defensive stance. "_____," he whispers, warning you to prepare for defense.

Suddenly, a tiny demon appears and runs towards you. "Is that a hobgoblin?" You wonder why Seti seems so worried about a weaker demon, but as you look closer, you realize this one is different. "Why does it have a harness on its face?" A burgundy harness is strapped over its face, with a chain trailing behind it. "Not the hobgoblin _______!"

The one Seti is concerned about casually follows behind the hobgoblin, lazily sucking on a lollipop. You observe the man, noting that he appears to be around your age. His unusual appearance includes a spike of light green hair atop his head, with the rest of it being dark green. Your gaze travels down to his hands, where you notice long, claw-like black nails. His outfit is just as eccentric - a burgundy jacket over a striped shirt, pink shirt, yellow vest, and golden striped tie. His pants and shoes are also odd. As you open your mouth to apologize for staring, you realize he's been doing the same to you. His golden eyes meet yours, and he seems uninterested as he asks, "I'm bored. Will play with me?"

You don’t see ignore his fingers flexing as he questions you. He’s clearly a demon; you have a good idea of his idea of playing. Seti grows larger, taking a defensive stance beside you. In turn, the hobgoblin also grows abnormally large for a hobgoblin.

“I have some video games.”

His blank expression turns to confusion. “Video games?”

“Yes, don’t you know what a video game is? How long have you been in Assiah?”

“I arrived this morning.”

Nodding, you give him an awkward grin. “Well, I take it you’re here for a reason beyond most demons are, right?” He nods. “Do you want to play some video games? I’ve got them back at my apartment.” You point towards the location of your apartment building.

He glances over his shoulder in the direction you’re pointing. Big brother had told him to explore Assiah. “Okay.”

To your right, Seti gives you an incredulous look. You know he’s mentally screaming at you that you’re an idiot. “I’m _____.”

“Amaimon.”

Seti shrinks down to his normal size before jumping on your shoulder, lowering his voice to whisper in your ear. “He’s the demon king of earth!”

You nod but don’t verbally answer; of course, you know who he is. You’ve taken classes on the demon kings, and even if some of his power is locked away, you know you’ll have no chance of fighting against him, even if you were in perfect health. However, he seems bored, and maybe if you distract him, he won’t harm anyone. When you look at the demon king, you notice he’s now holding the hobgoblin by the chain, using it as a leash.

“I’m guessing it’s been a while since you’ve been in Assiah, right?”

He nods but doesn’t share anything else. I wonder if the last time he was here was when Shemihaza stopped him.

Not knowing what to talk about, you quietly lead the demon to your apartment. Should I text someone? But if you text Shura, she’ll be concerned and show up at your house. You don’t need a team of exorcists at your home to fight Amaimon, especially when he’s showing no hostility. I guess Seti can pass on a message if needed.

It's a small two-bedroom apartment, with the second bedroom sometimes used for exorcists from out of town who need a place to stay. You motion for Amaimon to step in first. “Here are some indoor shoes; you can leave your shoes on the shoe rack.” You pass him some new slippers you had just bought a few days ago. He doesn’t move; he just stares at you. “You’re not familiar with Japanese traditions?” When he shakes his head, you sigh. “We don’t wear our outdoor shoes in the house. You have to put on slippers.” Once he's in the correct shoes, you guide him and Behemoth to the living room. “Sit down, anywhere.” You tell him while crouching down in front of your game system, grabbing a handful of games to offer him, hoping they will at least partially entertain him as you reach for some games towards the back of the stack, a sharp pain shoots through your shoulder and down to your fingertips.

Despite the pain, you grab a game that you think Amaimon will find interesting. It comes with a guide to help him, even though he's never played video games before. "Here," you hand him the controller. "You can read, right? Then just follow the instructions on the TV screen." He nods in agreement and you tell him you'll be back in a minute as you rush to change out of your tight and uncomfortable uniform. You'd think exorcists would have more suitable clothing for fighting. When Seti follows you into the bedroom, you quickly shut the door and start stripping off your clothes.

“Are you stupid?” Seti didn’t waste any time before scolding you. “Why in the world would you invite a demon king into our home?” You furrow your brow at the fox’s harsh words. “He was obviously looking for a fight, Seti. There's no way any exorcists could handle him.” You toss the bloodied shirt into the laundry basket in your bedroom. “But as long as he doesn’t try to start a fight, it shouldn't be a problem. Once he’s had his fun and maybe eaten some dinner, I’ll send him back to Mephisto.” You know, Mephisto must have something to do with Amaimon being here; there was no way Amaimon could break through the barrier around True Cross without his help. “It will only be a few hours; then, we won't have to worry about him ever again.”

“Dinner? You’re going to feed him!” Seti continues to give you a look of disapproval. If your grandfather were alive, he’d be so disappointed. “Demons are bad _____. Use your brain!”

“I am using my brain.”

“You’re using it wrong.”

You don’t continue defending yourself to the fox, he’s never going to agree with you about this, there’s no point in continuing the conversation. After changing into a loose t-shirt and shorts, you join Amaimon back into the living room. He’s staring boredly at the tv while pressing buttons on the controller. “Do you like this one? If not, you can pick a different game.” You point to the stack of games on the coffee table. “Would you like to stay for dinner? I was thinking about ordering pizza.”

“Keep that disgusting thing away from me!” Seti snaps while running across the room, Amaimon’s hobgoblin seems to have taken an interest in the fox, chasing him around the living room.

“Behemoth.” Amaimon’s calls out, monotone. The hobgoblin stop chasing Seti, quickly running to stay at his master’s feet. I guess his name is Behemoth. “I saw pizza on tv. I want to try it.”

“Great, I have a menu. Let me grab it.”

As you search through the stack of take-out menus, Seti lounges on the bar, casting disapproving looks your way. You can already tell he's going to hold a grudge for weeks, even months, because you invited Amaimon over.

You lean in close to the fox spirit, speaking quietly. "I swear, this is a one-time thing." You grab the menu and walk over to the couch to show it to Amaimon.

He scans all the items multiple times, focusing closely on each picture as he reads the descriptions. Then he starts pointing at what he wants. You’re expecting one pizza, maybe an appetizer, and small dessert. No. Of course it isn’t that simple. He starts pointing at multiple items, one large pizza, a pan of lasagna, chicken wings, cheese sticks, cheesecake, tiramisu, a chocolate dessert pizza.

Your eyes widen at everything he wants, swallowing down, attempting to hide your shock as you question. “You want all of those?”

“Yes.”

Seti is still sitting on the bar, giving you a smug I told you this was a bad idea look.

“Oh, okay.” You mentally start to add up the costs, trying to figure out the average cost. You might have to eat instant ramen for the rest of this week, possibly next week, too.

“King of Earth, my human doesn’t have endless money.” Seti sighs.

“Money?”

Seti nods. “Yes, humans need it to survive in this world. She works for your brother as an exorcist, and he pays her monthly for her work. That’s how it works in this world: Humans work; their boss pays them.”

Slowly, Amaimon nods in understanding and then turns to you. “I will tell Big Brother to give you more money. How much do you want?”

“Tell your brother to triple her monthly salary.”

“Okay.”

Your eyes widen at the conversation. How did this go from you ordering pizza for Amaimon to tripling your salary? You doubt Mephisto will agree to that, regardless of what Amaimon promised on his behalf. Surely, Seti knows that just because Amaimon says you’ll get a raise in your salary, it’s not guaranteed. “_____, order me the grilled children.”

“S-sure."

With the promise of a raise in your salary, Seti suddenly seems slightly more comfortable with the demon king, though he still stays as far as possible from Behemoth. You know it’s because Seti wants more food. You’ve told him multiple times over the last year that you aren’t buying him expensive meats to save money. Though, with how defensive he had been with the king, you’re shocked he’s no longer openly showing his dislike of Amaimon.

From the corner of your eye, you notice Amaimon slipping off the sofa to shift through the games you’ve laid out before him. Even with no knowledge of video games until a few minutes ago, he picks up fast, switching the games without help, and starts a new game. You grab the phone and start the order.

The employee on the phone reads back your whole order, “Anything else?” she questions. “No, that’s all.”

“Great! That’ll be 15,000 yen. Would you like to pay over the phone or by cash when the delivery arrives?” You feel like your soul leaves your body for a moment. “I’ll pay now.”

Once you’ve ended the call, you sit beside Amaimon on the sofa. “So, what brings you to Assiah?”

He answers without sparing you a glance. “Big Brother asked me to come.”

“Oh. How long do you plan to stay?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. Big Brother didn’t say, but he wants me to meet my little brother.” He speaks, unbothered if you know anything about his younger brother and Satan or not. Luckily for him, you do. Otherwise, Mephisto might take Amaimon’s head off for casually speaking of a younger brother other exorcists aren’t aware of. “Amaimon, maybe don’t tell other exorcists about Rin.”

He pauses the game and turns to give you his full attention. “I think you might be the only exorcist dumb enough to invite me to your home and have a casual conversation with me _____.” You bristle at his comment. Hating that he’s not wrong, bringing him to your home might’ve been a bit too much. Beside you, on the arm of the sofa, Seti snorts. Amusement flashes in the demon king’s eyes before he turns his attention back to the TV.

You fix your gaze on the TV, determined to ignore Seti's penetrating stare. You can practically feel his smugness radiating off of him, just waiting for Amaimon to leave so he can make a snide remark. Time seems to drag by as you wait for the inevitable knock on your door. When it finally comes, you jump up from the couch and hurry over to answer it. "Please don’t move," you tell Amaimon as you approach the door. He may not look like a typical demon, but if you study him closely enough, you'll realize that he is definitely not human.

“Hi!” A wide grin spreads across the young man's face as he greets you. His eyes glance past your shoulder into your apartment, and a brief look of confusion crosses his face before he quickly covers it up with a smile. "Is this apartment 502?" He had expected to see a small gathering with all the food he had brought, so when he sees that the place is quiet and there is only one other person in sight, he starts to worry that he may have delivered to the wrong place. "Yes, this is it." You confirm, opening the door wider for him to come in. The man steps inside and opens the bag, glancing between you and the person sitting on the sofa.

It’s a lot of food, isn’t he going to help her? Yet, the man on the sofa doesn’t even turn around to look at the doorway. Carefully, the delivery man hands you box by box. “It’s a lot; why don’t you set those down before you get the rest.”

“Right, yes, thank you.” You quickly place the three large boxes on the table before turning to grab the last few items: the desserts and Seti’s chicken. Once you’ve received everything, you thank the delivery man with a slight bow. You wait until the man steps away before closing the door.

Glancing back over his shoulder, the man frowns, thinking about the man sitting on the sofa. “What an asshole. Why is our generation becoming less and less respectful?”

Amaimon is by the table the moment the door closes, curiously opening the different boxes. “Let me grab some plates first.” You nudge the demon a bit to get past him where the plates are. “So, this is the pizza; you should try it first.” You slide the box towards him and point at the other options. “We can eat pizza, chicken wings, and cheese sticks using our hands. But for the other items, use a fork.” You pass him a fork. Amaimon nods before grabbing some of everything. You bite your tongue to keep from commenting he should eat dessert at the end of the meal when he digs into one of the cakes. “Do you have food like this in Gehenna?”

“No. I can see why Big Brother loves Assiah so much. Human food is good.”

You grin at his comment; there’s so much food he needs to try. I wonder if he’ll like traditional Japanese food. He’ll probably like other Western food, too. A burger place you occasionally go to with Shura pops into your mind. A sharp pain in your little finger jolts you back to reality. “____. Stop.” The look Seti is giving you screams he knows what you’re thinking. Oh shit, what am I thinking? You scrunch your nose. “Mephisto loves to eat instant ramen; he’s probably going to offer it to you for lunch or dinner tomorrow if you haven’t had it already.”

“Assiah has changed a lot since I was last here.” He comments, licking his lips to remove the bit of pizza sauce. “Big Brother gave me this key.” Amaimon holds the key to your face, one you haven’t seen before. “He says I can travel anywhere I want with it.” Your jaw drops in disbelief. Is that the eternity key? “Where should I go?” You just stare; Mephisto gave Amaimon that key? Does he really trust him that much? “_____?”

“Oh, right. Maybe stay in Japan? You might like Tokyo.” He wouldn’t stand out as much walking around Tokyo, it being a popular place for people to dress in different styles and cosplays.

He nods. “Okay, I will go to Tokyo tomorrow.” He picks up a slice of the chocolate pizza, eyeing it curiously.

Three hours later, Amaimon is still in your apartment. After eating everything other than the few pieces of pizza you had, Seti’s chicken and a couple of chicken wings he dropped to Behemoth, Amaimon started to explore your home. He didn’t ask; he just stared curiously around the kitchen and living room before doing whatever he wanted. Ignoring Seti snapping at him, he shouldn’t even go to your bedroom without permission, especially he shouldn’t snoop around your items. He didn’t care. Amaimon continued as he pleased.

It's almost midnight and you're feeling both tired and a little anxious that Amaimon won't leave. He's still sitting on the sofa next to you, completely absorbed in a manga series that he is only halfway through. There are six more volumes waiting for him on the coffee table. "Amaimon."

“Yes?”

Taking a deep breath, you finally decide to speak up. “You can take these home with you; I really need to sleep.”

He nods, unfazed as he gathers up the books. "Okay, bye." He pulls out the key from his pocket, most likely to return to Mephisto's house. The moment the door closes, Seti explodes. "Why didn’t you ask him to leave hours ago? You idiot!

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“And where have you been?” Mephisto raises a brow as his office door opens. “I was expecting you back hours ago.”

“I found a human, _____ _____.”

Mephisto lets out a dramatic sigh. "Please tell me that you didn't cause any harm to her. She's one of my best."

Amaimon states bluntly, "She invited me over for dinner and to play video games at her house." He doesn't show any emotion in his tone, it's difficult to gauge how he felt or reacted to the invitation.

Mephisto shifts in his seat, glaring at Amaimon with a warning. "She's still alive, correct?"

The King of Earth nods. “Big Brother, can I have her?”

[love-toxin]

Could we get “It's okay if you hurt me, I can take it.” with makoi's gang 👀👀

🩵🩵🩵

of course you can ofc you caaaan!! <333

VIII - "It's okay if you hurt me, I can take it."

(cws: gn!darling, non/dubcon, kidnapping, fingering & hand stuff, objectification, dirty talk w/ a sprinkle of victim blaming, light impact play, smoking, drinking)

“You did not just say that.” Despite the gruff exterior of the man that towered over you, he bore a grin of absolute delight that bordered on manic.

He–Hayao–was only one of the group of men who had kidnapped you, having been yanked off the street and thrown into a car before you could even scream. You suspected it was him that had grabbed you, since he was so tall and effortlessly strong, but it wasn't. It had been the shorter guy with the ponytail that had lifted you off your feet from behind, while his spiky-haired friend with the silver necklace picked your phone up off the ground, scrolling through it as he meandered behind him to the car. Shura and Kenji relaxed on the little step in the courtyard, where you could watch them pass a cigarette between each other as they drained a few bottles of some unrecognizable liquor.

All they said when they had you subdued was that you were a present for someone else. But right now, it just felt like you were here to be ogled by the freckle-faced giant looming over you, who was so keen on having you repeat what you just uttered. “Say it again, cutie. Say it for me.”

“I-I…” You tried to look away, only to find the other two staring back at you now over their shoulders, Shura's lips twisting into a smirk as he blew out the smoke from his lungs into the breeze. “It's okay if you hurt me…I-I can take it.”

“Fuck!” Hayao shuddered, and slipped his sunglasses off the top of his head to toss them aside. The mere motion of him stripping off his leather jacket, and showing off those muscly biceps under his white tee, had you despicably weak in the knees as he descended on you against the tatami.

“Hey, don't go too rough.” Shura commented, as his friend yanked open the flimsy kimono they'd pulled over you after ripping your clothes from your body. “Mako's gonna tear you a new one if you break his new prize.”

The giant groaned, but not out of annoyance, rather in the face of your wet, glossy eyes peering up at him as he pressed his fingers into your opening. He would've had great fun being the one to lube you up in preparation, but that had been Kenji's job–him and his long, cool fingers that had you squirming enough to need his palm on your mouth to muffle you.

“You think I can just put the tip in?” He muttered, a meaty hand gripping your thigh to pull it against his crotch, and grind on your soft flesh through his tented jeans. “Will he notice?”

“Yes.” Shura replied, the two onlookers scooting closer to shuffle into the room and pull the paper door closed, which would just trap the heat and sweat and musk of sex inside until it was all you could smell. “Of course he'll notice. When doesn't he?”

“You're dripping.” Kenji murmured under his breath. But instead of looking at you as he spoke, he reached a hand out and held it under your hips, letting the lube and slick collect in his cold palm. Every thrust of Hayao's thick fingers inside had you stretching too wide, your back arching until you laid back against the tatami and resorted to holding your hands over your face in humiliation. The largest of them slung your right leg over his forearm, and you listened through the wet shlucking as they shared a chuckle at your expense.

“If you cum, then that means you like it, okay?” He laughed, his tone tinged with a slur from the booze. “So don't blame us for yoinkin’ you, cause you wanted it.”

“Don't be mean,” Shura chastised him with a whisper of a smile. “The poor thing can barely look at us.”

“Nahh, look!” Hayao gestured at your face, just for Kenji's grip to tighten around your wrists and pull your hands away, exposing those warm cheeks and teary eyes. “Yeah, you like it, huh? I know that look. That's the face of a slut that loves actin’ innocent.”

As his degrading words hit your ears, you jerked at the feeling of something hot nudging your hand–trying to pull it away only left you wriggling, though, as Kenji's blunt nails dug into your skin and forced your fingers down the front of his unzipped jeans. He squeezed them around his stiff cock with haste, and ignored the snickering of his friends while he focused on the task at hand.

“Aww, how sweet!” Shura leaned over you, one hand bracing your only free leg as it twitched and jolted with the force of Hayao's fingers stirring you up into mush. His brown eyes had nearly melted into black as he stared down at you in your sorry state. “Are you helping Ken out? What a good dolly, yes you are,” His tone dripped with condescension, but it fanned the flames that were already burning in the pit of your stomach, even when he grabbed your chin and squeezed your lips into a pout. “God, I wanna fuck this face like crazy. Damn shame Mako called first dibs.” He tutted.

“I'm not complaining,” Hayao moaned, with his gaze locked on to your hole as it swallowed up his deft fingers. “Even if I go last, I'm not pulling out. You'll stay tight for me, won't ya?” He punctuated with a slap on your thigh. “Yeah?” Smack. Smack.

“Hey.” You tried to sit up on your elbows, but the sight of Hayao's brow furrowing instantly had you regretting your decision. His fingers slopped wetly out of your abused hole, and you knew what was coming, but the harsh slap of his open palm on your most sensitive spot still had you crying out at the sting it left behind. The spasms of your walls clenching around nothing seemed more than enough to sate him, if the return of his grin was anything to go by. “That's right. Nice and tight for big brother Hayao.”

“Gross.” Shura rolled his eyes as sat back on his haunches. The way he smirked, as if that was just a joke between them, certainly didn't make you feel any better about it.

“Shut up.” Hayao playfully replied, and nudged him to watch as your hips started to shake. He and Shura took turns playing with you, flicking your sensitive flesh and plunging their fingers in halfway to feel you clench. Meanwhile, Kenji's grip became more insistent, and he hunched over your hand like it was in itself a makeshift sex toy. He squeezed your wrist hard and humped it once, twice more, and a sea of sticky, hot seed flooded your tingling skin as he finally let you pull away and slumped back. As much as you wanted to wipe your white, dripping fingers off, Shura grabbed your bruised arm and shoved them into your mouth, and this time you put up no resistance.

What use was it anymore? You were here, you were trembling with the need to cum–and just as you expected, the quietest yakuza's bitter seed tasted just as heady and hot as you expected.

“Cumming already?” Shura rubbed your belly as it dipped, concaving with the force of your hips twisting off the floor as you blanked out. “Mmhm, that's it, just ride it out. Make a mess–Hayao here will clean it up.” He cocked his head, and the yakuza in question was already lifting your flesh to his mouth before you had even finished spasming.

A wet spot on Kenji's trousers, the self-satisfied smirk on Shura's face, Hayao's t-shirt soaked in sweat and a mess all over the tatami. That's what Makoi was destined to walk in on, and you could only hope he was of the same mind as his pervy, overly-welcoming friends.

[glamourscat]

Please gimme some fake dating and then suddenly it's not so fake dating for the Blue Exorcist boys- Yukio and maybe Shima? Cause they seem the types to do it (one to escape women and the other as a cover maybe?)

FAKE DATING | Yukio Okumura x reader

a/n: i only did Yukio, I hope it's alright! It came out pretty long :)

“Is this really necessary?” you say, looking in the mirror. Glasses now on your face, alongside a rather very obvious wig.

Yukio’s eyes are fixed on his phone as he speaks, a slight furrow in his brow, lost reading a new email from Shura, “Yes. We need to sell it.” 

You sigh and tug at the wig a bit. It’s so obviously not your hair, and you hate it. “It’s not like anyone’s going to believe we’re a couple, anyway. You know, with me looking like…this.” You gesture at yourself, that wig Shura chose, red obviously, makes you stand out like a stop sign. This must be a joke.  

He glances up, then goes back to his phone. “No one said it had to look perfect. Just stick with the plan. It's only until we deal with the situation.”

Right. The "situation”, aka having to infiltrate a ball run by some rather sketchy group of individuals, to understand if they are using demons to carry on their dirty work. And for your luck, it’s obviously you who got this mission. 

“How are we going to act then?” you ask, turning to face him. "Do I… hold your hand in public? Do we like, kiss each other or something?"

Yukio's face doesn’t change. “No. I mean– we shall see once we cross that bridge. For now, just stick to the plan. Stay close to me, let’s go to this ball, get what we need and walk away as soon as we are done.”

You stare at him for a beat. “Hmm… So, no kissing?” you ask, half-seriously, half-amused.

He stares back at you for a second, expression unreadable, before shrugging slightly. “Not unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

A small snort escapes you before you can stop it, your eyes holding a glint he can’t really read. 

He finally looks up from his phone, catching your eye with a small, deadpan smile. “You’re the one who agreed to this. Don’t act surprised.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a stupid plan. Besides, it is not like I had a choice. It was either me or Shima.” you mutter, trying not to laugh at the image in your head of Shima with the same red wing you’re wearing on. 

Yukio glances at you for a moment, his unfazed gaze breaking just a tad as he tries not to chuckle too. But just for a few seconds, at least until he goes back to look at his phone. “Just keep it together, it will be only for a few hours anyway.”

"Whatever," you mumble, running your fingers through the wig, clearly ready to pull it off. 

The corner of his mouth twitching slightly like he might be holding back a smirk, his blue eyes subtly eyeing your form in the black dress you’re wearing. "Now let’s go. We’re going to be late otherwise."

And with that, you both walk out of his dorm. The night is prospecting to be extremely ridiculous, but with Yukio beside you, the weight of pretending feels even more bigger. As his hands brush against yours while walking and you have to pretend that you absolutely do not want to interlock your fingers with his. This is going to be a long ass night. 

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When you arrive the music from inside is muffled by the tall gates. You both stand there for a moment, as Yukio checks his watch, before you walk through the gate together. Yukio leads the way, his posture stiff and professional as always, though you can see the muscles in his back flex when you step a little closer, almost out of instinct.

You don’t need to look at him to know he feels the same strange pull, you can sense it in the way his voice lowers when he speaks to you, like he's trying to keep whatever is going at arm length from being too real.

Yukio’s hand is near your waist now, guiding you through the crowd, fingers just barely grazing the fabric of your dress. It’s gentle, almost too gentle. A few steps further and Yukio stops, his eyes scanning the room carefully for any movement, his hand staying firmly against your side. For a moment, you’re both still, just standing there, caught in some weird silent limbo.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice barely audible over the music.

You swallow. “Yeah.” your voice is far too quiet to be believable, yet, he doesn’t push.

He looks at you, his expression unreadable for a moment, before he gives a small, almost imperceptible nod. The moment stretches, and you feel your pulse picking up. You're too aware of how close he is, too aware of the way his eyes follow you, the way his hand feels warm against your side. Too aware of the way your chest rises and falls, the way your breath hitches just slightly.

And then it happens.

A split second, a fleeting moment when you both lean in a bit too close. Maybe it’s the heat of the moment, or maybe it’s just the pressure of having to keep up the facade for too long. But before you can stop yourself, your lips brush against his.

You freeze. But Yukio doesn’t pull away.

The room seems distant now, blurry and far away, just a hum in the background of your own thoughts. It’s strange, too familiar, but at the same time so foreign. The way his lips move against yours is so gentle, yet calculated, like he’s trying to study you and your reaction. The kiss isn’t urgent, it’s not demanding.

And just as quickly as it started, it ends.

“Just… necessary for the mission you know. Having to reinforce our co– couple, yes– couple status." Yukio says between subtle stutters as he fixes his glasses. Before he turned his head you caught a glimpse of his now pinkish cheeks.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, throat dry as a desert, unsure of what just happened. You can hear the sound of your breath in your ears, your heart echoing in your chest, louder than the music. For a moment, you don’t know what to say. Yukio doesn’t say anything else.

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Yukio’s inner monologue:

He’s not sure what exactly happened just now. He didn’t plan on it. Didn’t even expect it.

But the feeling of her lips against his lingers, warm and soft, was just too much for his brain. There’s a confusion, a mess in his mind he can’t seem to fix. His chest tightens. This should feel wrong, but doesn’t. The kiss wasn’t meant to mean anything. He keeps telling himself that it was just not to give any suspicion, a part of the act, if you will.

His thoughts turn inwards, and for the briefest of moments, he’s not the stoic twin, the one who had to grow up too quickly. He’s just a man standing beside you, caught in a moment that, perhaps, neither of you was prepared for.

But he doesn't regret it.

Not yet at least.

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[weirdxstarseed]

Imagine you started to catch feelings for Rin Okumura and everybody confused your attitude thinking you like Yukio.

content: a lot of fluff, slight angst, school oriented, best friends to lovers, tsunderegirl! x dumbass guy! | warnings: none! | pairing: reader x rin okumura

You don’t know where or how, but you fell in love with Rin.

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— At first sight:

Everything where just laughs and fun when he was around you. You loved his bad jokes. The wrinkles in his face when he showed you his canine smile ¡! A/N: Holyfuck

then he started to bring you every morning breakfast cuz you’re too distracted and lazy to do your own

in the beginning, the gesture surprised you but after Rin continue making you the lunch

it became a tradition

Continue with the topic of school…

Everybody knows that Rin sleeps like a rock

You go every morning to his room, and you scream “TAKE OUT YOURE ASS FROM THAT BED” to waking him up

Taking a “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU” in response

At this point, Yukio is taking both of you out of the room so you can arrive early or mid-early to the class

Both of you assist at the same class of exorcist, but since you’re in different desk you’re in charge that this boy doesn’t sleep and pay attention

It’s a caos over there, you’re throwing him paper airplanes or if you have the chance to stand up, you pinch his arm in the way

Bon is always helping you cuz both of you share the same rudeness with Rin

When the class finally finish, both of you like to choose the long way to talk about anything and everything

After all, Rin is a gentleman, and he always, ALWAYS, walks you at home so you can arrive safe

Finally, when you arrive to your home, Rin hugs you in a gesture to say goodbye

IS IN HERE, WHEN YOU REALIZED SOMETHING IS GOING ON

In the moment his arms closed you to his chest, you started to feel an extremly nervousness and shyness

You were so schock that you didn't response to the hug, i mean, it wasn't weird at all, but your feelings catch you by surprised.

"What's going on? You're ears are red" he said.

"Nothing" you replied with a weird laugh.

"Really?"

"Yes, idiot, you can go now !!"

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— Now you're a mix of feelings:

Now, you're attitude was a whole change of 360° grades.

Seriously

the next morning he arrive to your house, you're too thoughtful to understand that Rin was explaining you his theories of Shura's class

"Y/N, did you hear what I said?"

"Huh?"

"You didn't listen anything I was telling you!" he screamed annoyed, passing an arm around your shoulders.

The gesture freeze you completely and Rin notices it.

"Y/N, you're weird since yesterday" he said getting close to your face.

< those red ears, again > he thought.

"I NEED TO GO, I'M GETTING LATE TO THE CLASS" you screamed and start running to the wrong direction.

Rin was so confused that he scratch his head a little worried about your attitude.

Meanwhile he was asking everyone of you're presence, you were hiding in the library, trying to clear up your mind.

"I know this will happen" you said, a little bit angry with yourself.

"Happen what?" Shura asks, behind you.

You scream out of your lungs reaching a lot of -pissed- attention.

"Holyshit, you scared me"

"It´s not my fault you're acting weird, all the class was talking about you"

"Stupid Okumura" you mumble.

"Do you mind if I ask what's going on?" Shura asks confused, taking a book of the shelves to distract the librarian who was watching both of you long time ago.

"I think I start catching feelings for Okumura" you finally said.

Shura was surprised that you we're too honest, but a fine smile trace her lips when she notices that you were a mix of feelings.

"And what's the matter you like Yukio?" she ask, pissing you.

"Yukio?" you ask confused, opening your eyes worried by that supposition.

Shura was going to say finally the name of the other twin, when the librarian kick you out of the place. Leaving a special group boys surprised by the talk, they already heard.

"There's your answer, Okumura" Bon said. "Y/N likes your twin brother"

If Rin was confused at first, now on he was shock by all the information he heard.

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— Nobody knews the talk Shura had with you, but your attitude with Rin was a holy change:

Rin and you can't talk freely as they do

You always are in your thoughts and Rin is the same as you

You think is necessary to confess your feelings but isn't that easy

You don't want to lose his friendship

And you don't want to be humiliate

in the past a bitter experience caused you to no longer like confessing your feelings

So...you didn't admit it, but you were afraid.

You are afraid.

In the other hand, Rin is confused cuz he understand you can like his brother, everyone loves him. He's intelligent, handsome and brave.

But he can't accept that you didn't have the confidence to talk with him of that topic

He thought you we're best friends

Now, you don't joke with him, you don't go all the afternoons for a ice popsicle, you make your own breakfast, you don't visit his room and stay all the afternoon talking about mangas and playing with Kuroo.

He feels out of orbit.

"Rin" you said, taking out if his thoughts.

"Yes?" he asks.

"I don't think is a good idea to continue bringing me home"

He stop walking believing he heard wrong, and a evident "HUH" is in the air.

"What the fuck are you saying, Y/N?" he ask angry.

"Language, Okumura" You said, furrowing your brows.

"Language, my ass!" he scream. "You have been acting strange for weeks except with Yukio and Shura, did I do something wrong to have this attitude of yours?"

"Rin, isn't something we can talk in the middle of the institute" you said, stressed that a lot of people was watching the scene.

"I DON'T MIND IF EVERYONE IS WATCHING, JUST TELL ME"

Now, everyone is paying attention and you're getting angry.

"I'll say it again, I'm not talking about this topic here. If you don't calm your shit down, I'll leave" you challenge him, holding tightly to the strap of your bag.

He gets close to you.

He watch's you directly to your eyes

Oh god, his eyes

For an instant, the butterflies in your stomach were raising, but the anger was stronger. And your eyes were getting crystallizing by the anxiety.

He notices it, and when he was going to say something to mend the situation, he heard those words that freeze him eternally.

"Don't talk to me ever again, Okumura".

"What?"

"Stay away for me" you said, finally. Leaving quickly, feeling your heart in your throat and your breath stuck in your chest.

Rin was going to chase you, but Bon hold him up, leaving him and all the class surprised by your mad attitude.

You used to be happy, calm, rude and angry as a normal person. But the attitude recently you show...was so cold. Nobody expect that of you. No one except Shura that knows your feelings.

A/N: this wasn't supposed to be angst, but hell yeah...

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— THE DRAMA FINALLY END, but you weren't assisting school:

Your mom didn't pressure you

She knew what happen in the past and she understood your attitude.

You were eating a little bit, but you missed the lunches Rin prepared you. You missed his jokes, his laughs, his eyes, him.

You were so annoyed by your own attitude.

You were out of your mind.

All your life you were honest with all kinda people, but when it's about love, you're totally a dumbass.

You're phone was turned off all the week and Rin was getting anxious about you.

Nobody knew what happen with you

All the teachers said you were sick, but Rin didn't believe that. He was going to run out of classes, when Shura stopped him.

"Hey, kiddo. Calm down, where are you going?" she asks, clearly interested in the situation.

"It's not of your business, Shura" he said. "AUCH! WHY DID YOU HIT ME?"

"Are you going to see Y/N, aren't you?"

He nod, feeling his cheeks warm.

"Listen to me, you little dumb kid" Shura started. "The reason Y/N has those attitudes was because of you. I didn't want to say something cuz I appreciate her, but if you want to know. . . ask her directly, not in front of the middle of the school, idiot" she scold him.

"Ok, I admit it. Was my fault, but I was so stressed cuz I heard you both of you talking and I-"

"Nosy" she said, hitting him in the head. "Be a man and go an see if she isn't throwing by the window, she's a little impulsive like some guy I know"

Rin went to Y/N house the faster as he can, that when he finally arrives, he was just blanked. He saw Y/N in the street too thoughtful petting a cat that he didn't notice that a happy smile was tracing in his lips.

He reached you in silence when you stand up, you hit with his chest.

"IDIOT, WHAT ARE YOU-" the words were in the air in the instance your eyes met.

All the mixed feelings you were carrying all those weeks were finally a war all over your body.

"Rin" you finally said. feeling goosebumps just by saying his name.

He didn't response. He didn't know what to do. He got closer to you and before you said something. He hugged you. He hugged you with a gentleness that you feel dizzy just by smelling his cologne.

"I miss you" he finally said, hugging you more stronger.

"I miss you too, idiot" said honestly, corresponding to the hug.

Now on, you were in the park. Both of you in each swing waiting patiently for someone who can break the ice. You breathed harder and watch your jet black hair friend lost in his own thoughts.

“Rin”

“Y/N”

You hit him in the arm in the middle of a joyful laugh after that coincidence that Rin couldn’t help to dedicate you a warm smile tracing in his lips.

“I’m sorry for being so cold to you that day” you said.

“You don’t need to apologize, it was my fault. I put a lot of pressure on you and it wasn’t correct to expose you in front of all the school” he said, resting his face in chain of the swing.

You sigh, nodding with your head. You stop swinging and leaned to him in a chance to express yourself the things that were in your mind for a long time.

And the reason both of you were in this chaotic situation.

“I need you to tell you something, Okumura” you started, feeling your blood rushing harder through your veins.

“Woah, why you need to be so serious?” He asked with a piece of playfulness in his voice.

“Just, listen to me” you supplicated, closing your eyes pretty nervous.

He opened his eyes bigger as usual and placed all his attention on you.

“I think, no, sorry” you inhale nervously.

“If you are trying to broke our friendship is not fun enough, huh” he joked, watching your hand in his arm. You hit him, again.

“RIN OKUMURA, LET ME FINISH”

“Ok, I’m going to say it now” you said. You breathe again and speak as faster as you can. “Im in love with you and I was to shy to say it cuz you’re my best friend and I didn’t want to break our friendship and now on, you’re watching me weird, what’s the matter?” You said the final phrase in a scream, preparing your feet to run for your life.

“What?”

“I’m not going to say it again” you said, covering your face with both hands.

“I thought you liked Yukio” he said shocked, not moving your eyes from you, contemplating how your hair falling in your hands that covered your face.

Rin was going to take your hands when you lift your head just to scream “WHAT?”

“I never liked Yukio, how do you get to that conclusion?” You continue, showing your red ears and cheeks standing up of the swing and begin to walk from one place to another.

Now, he was embarrassed. He mumbled the response to himself and for an instance you need to get closed to his face so you can hear.

He instantly got red by the closeness. You were a mess too but your curiosity was more.

“That time you run like a crazy donkey, I told to the guys that you were acting weird. Izumo proposed that you’ll be in the library. So…all the boys went there and in the exact moment Shura was asking you what happen, we heard that you liked Yukio” he told you, watching how the iris of your eyes make smaller.

“Idiots. I didn’t even say that. Shura proposed that on purpose” you explained, bending down at the height of him.

“Well, that’s a relief…”he mumble, passing a hand over his hair.

You didn’t understand what he was trying to suggest with that reply. But you were standing up when he stopped you taking delicately your hand.

“Don’t go. You didn’t hear my opinion about your feelings”

“I know what you’re going to say and it’s okay, I don’t mind ignoring this and continue being -“

A soft pair of lips were in yours, stopping your speech.

"I was trying to say that I like you too" Rin smiled. He contemplate your reaction for a second. Your cheeks and ears were red as always. Your eyes were sparkling. And your brows were furrowed in a funny gesture showing your tsundere facade.

He was stunned by the way you looked and the way you looked at him.

Like a dumbass he leaned into you, again. Waiting for a kiss. Rin was telling you that with his eyes. But you tried to provoke him just a little.

"What?" you raised a brow crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"I'm waiting my kiss, I gave you one, it's time to give me one in return"

You looked at the sky being a blushing and erratic mess trying to concentrate

"I'm still waiting ~ " he sang, enjoying the view.

"Oh shut up, you idiot" you said finally closing the distance between the two of them, giving him a much more needy but still sweet kiss.

"Thank you, sweetie. I love you" Rin said, hugging you harder.

"I hate you" you said, laughing after the guy of your dreams make you tickles trying to give you a butterfly kiss.

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