#uro x reader

[noodle-is-unstable]

I was asked to do some of the previous JJK Character prompts with the women so here we are lol

The JJK Women finish a little too fast (Established Relationship)

18+ this is more than Suggestive

Ft ~ Utahime Iori, Takako Uro , Nobuko Takada, Mamaguro, Manami Suda

Synopsis ~ The JJK Women finish a little too quickly

Content Warning ~ 18+, Crack as HELL, Suggestive, Language, no real Angst, no real Fluff. I'm autistic IDK

[silentscrying]

🎸 meet THE CONTESTANTS !

the sixth annual battle of the bands, hosted by the fix, is looking to be the most competitive one yet. a new rule allowed solo artists to enter this year, and now seven bands or artists are gunning to beat last year's victors, black flash.

meet THE KAMOS !

noritoshi and choso kamo are an alt music duo making their debut this year. they’re both juniors and have amassed quite the online following, mostly consisting of girls thirsting over them in the comments, which they’re strangely oblivious about. noritoshi studies nursing and choso is majoring in history.

meet THE CULL !

the cull is a new wave band more accustomed to playing garage and basement shows. rin amai, ryu ishigori, takako uro, and charles bernard entered the battle of the bands on a whim while high out of their minds. they’re loud and unapologetic, and the crowd loves them.

meet ANGEL !

angel is just a stage name for hana kurusu, a senior communications major who minored in theater because she just can’t stay away from the stage. she’s got a big voice and a bigger fanbase, but competing in a battle of the bands as a solo artist is no easy task.

meet MOTION CAPTURE !

motion capture is a pop girl group made up of the hasaba twins and their friend and roommate remi. the twins’ adoptive dad might be the co-owner of the bar, but that doesn’t mean they get special treatment—the battle of the bands is all up to the crowds. they’re all sophomores. nanako studies marketing with an emphasis in social media, mimiko is in art, and remi is pursuing social work.

meet D!SH0NORED1 !

ryomen sukuna, known on soundcloud as D!SH0NORED1, is both campus-famous and utterly unknowable. he’s a fifth-year student and nobody really knows what his major is, but they do know that he deals drugs (always clean, never laced) and always has uruame around somewhere.

out of my mind ! masterlist

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[sweet-evie]

Coming Home

Content: Ch #221 SPOILERS, Established Relationship, gojo x afab!oc, gojo x fem!reader, nameless OC, she/her pronouns, lovesick!gojo... Added some extra flare to the unsealing, because Gojo deserves it.

A/N: Actually wrote this back in April 19, 2023… when Ch #221 leaks came out. Posting it now, because I miss him so bad, and was cleaning out my drafts.

✨ masterlist ✨

She’d heard it countless times especially after what happened in Shibuya — Satoru Gojo’s existence was vital in their world. The balance of the jujutsu world shifted upon his birth, and upon his removal, it was plunged into chaos. The fact that his presence alone was a deterrent for powerful curse users that had the intention of harming others testified to how truly influential and powerful he really was.

A walking god among men.

That truth was never more stark until now.

She grew up with him, in a sense — built a life with him for close to a decade and counting, before that ancient sorcerer outwitted them all and took her Love out of the picture. She knew Satoru Gojo as a man. Insanely powerful, yes… Yet he was still just human.

But now… 

Now as the earth finally settled after a long minute of feeling like it was being shaken down to its foundations, she beheld a horizon doused in blue and blinding white, the difference between the Satoru she knew and adored, and the Gojo that the world revered was as clear and divided as night and day.

The heavens roared its greeting as the earth trembled — a minute-long tremor that rocked the ground beneath her feet and caused her to stumble.

Whether they succeeded at opening the back of the Prison Realm or if Satoru himself found a way out, she cared not. It suddenly felt like the world inhaled one deep cleansing breath, releasing it all in a collective sigh of relief that revealed how much their world really needed the one person who stood a chance against the King of Curses and his malevolent reign.

The blinding strobe of light that shot to the sky, past the clouds, slowly faded away.

She had been in the middle of fighting Uro and Ryu when Sukuna cast his threatening presence over the world. That same presence that had Uro cowering and Ryu hesitating. And now… A far greater presence had re-entered the stage.

The elders were so quick to exile him, to strip him of rank and political power. But how foolish were they? Their opinions and their rulings did not matter in the face of Satoru Gojo’s incoming wrath. And what did their destruction and dissolve matter to her when everything she had ever wished for had now come true?

He was back.

Satoru was back… Her partner, her Love, Limitless Power Incarnate, the Honored One in the Heavens and the Earth.

=OoOoO=

What was she supposed to say? Were words even necessary? What was there to say?

She had so many things to say to him and they had so much to do. There were powers to consolidate, forces to account, politics to handle, and a myriad of societal problems to solve. The true work had barely begun. But when they were finally face-to-face, all semblance or thought of everything else except for them disappeared.

To her, there was only Satoru with that same blindfold hanging from his neck, jacket torn but with that same all-black ensemble he wore as a uniform every time he taught at Jujutsu High, staring at her with eyes reminiscent of blue skies dotted with clouds.

He was…weary and noticeably upset, but the relief that completely overcame his expression upon seeing her lightened the heavy emotions that swamped her just before this encounter.

She didn’t hear herself when a sob tore through her throat, and didn’t register the tears that gathered in the corners of her vision as her entire body trembled and she immediately reached for him.

They had a meager audience in the form of Yuji and the others. But did she care?

No…

So when his arms enveloped her and when she could finally feel his heart beating against her own, there was only relief and joy and overwhelming love at their reunion. It felt like coming home.

For the first time in a very long time, she wasn’t alone anymore.

=OoOoO=

There were no words to describe the slough of emotions that bombarded him after making his escape. He almost felt bad after hastily thanking his former students — his adhoc rescuers, Angel with Jacob’s Ladder. But he didn’t really care when all he could think about was her. He needed to know she was safe — that she was all right, that she could still accept him after his failure to uphold his end of the promise. 

He needed to know that she still loved him.

Time passed immeasurably fast — akin to a blink, when he suddenly found himself before her.

He’d been gone for a month, he knew, but it felt like all of these changes had happened in between the snap of measly fingers and eternity. It had been so long and yet it felt too soon.

She stood before him with the most peculiar expression on her pretty face, clad head-to-toe in dark shades of blue and dirty gray, exhausted, trembling, and so emotional. Those gorgeous eyes clouded with unshed tears, unbound hair swaying in the breeze, hands clenched into fists, lips quivering under the weight of suppressed sadness. Her voice as she mewled his name and sobbed, broke his heart.

He always hated seeing her upset — abhorred the thought of her drowning in despair. He never wanted to see her cry.

He wanted her smile, her happiness.

She barrelled straight into him after dismissing her naginata into the ether.

She buried herself in his arms just as he gladly welcomed her in them. Gods, he’d missed her. He refused to count the unnameable hours and minutes he’d spent wishing he could come back to her, return to the home they’d made, and the love they shared between them. She embraced him tightly and he wrapped himself around her, face buried in her hair, inhaling her deeply, treasuring every beat of her beloved heart. She cried in his arms and he couldn’t deny how wet his eyes were too.

Overflowing with relief and happiness, he pulled back just barely to cradle her face in his hands. She leaned into his touch and sighed in relief, with his name on her lips uttered as a reverent prayer. He’d never heard something so sweet and so endearing in his life. One of his thumbs grazed her parted lips — lips that begged to be kissed.

Indulging in his desires and her own, they fell into a sweet, lingering kiss.

Her fingers in his hair, his hands on her, their lips locked desperately to convey the sleepless nights, the loneliness, the despair, the overwhelming need to have the other close. It was completion and happiness and peace all wrapped up in one.

He was hers… And she was his.

They parted but just barely, still sharing breaths, with less than an inch between them.

“I missed you.” She murmured, tracing the curves of his lips with her fingertips.

He wanted to reciprocate with a joke, but really… he couldn’t. It was just… He swallowed thickly as he caught her hand and kissed each fingertip, her knuckles — pressed his lips reverently on the glittering solitaire diamond ring he’d given her for what felt like forever ago. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Satoru.”

“You’re still marrying me, right?”

She laughed, and it was such a heavenly sound to his ears. Her answer was even sweeter in spite of the carnage and desolation around them.

He could ask her a thousand times over, and she was certain her answer to that question was, and always would be, the same in every lifetime, in every situation.

“Yes… Always.”

Riding high from her reassurance, he squeezed her a little tighter, buried his nose into her hair and inhaled the scent of vanilla. He was home — a litany he'd chanted in his head over and over. He had come home; home was her loving arms, her smiles, even her tears. Home was the sound of her voice when she whispered his name.

He saw it in the way her eyes had searched his, tasted it in her lips with each touch, felt it in the way her heart beat against his own.

He was home... Finally home.

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[Dumped in AO3]

[whiteskullofroses]

STAR OF JERUSALEM

Baldwin Iv x Reader

🕯️Imagine you're a theatre star touring the world. Once you perform on the Holy Land, The king notices your talent and wishes to get to know you.🕯️

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"AND ONE AND TWO AND THREE AND Y/N GO!"

And you went. Stepping on the red X drawn upon the stage. Your joyful and youthful face turning into a straight and emotionless one.

"Esto quod es, ex animo, ex Luna."

The scene looked absolutely mesmerising. On the huge wooden floor sat a man-made moon in the phase of waning crescent. Behind you swung stars, the hot weather of Jerusalem making them shimmer and shine as though they were a sheet of a book kissed by candle light.

"Esse est percipi." Clapping sharply and reaching for one of the stars: "ad altiora tendo." Throwing the star on the ground, having it dramatically break apart: "ad astra."

Swirling in your own little world as the strings played a gentle, heart touching melody on the command of the harpist's fingertips.

"Luceo non uro." You sang, breathing steadily and stopping on the centre of the stage again: "nec spe" the music picked up the pace, you dropped to you knees: "nec metu."

"BEAUTIFUL Y/N! BEAUTIFUL!"

You inhaled deeply, for this night wasn't like no other. Rumors roaming around like a vampire at night, that his majesty, Baldwin the fourth will be joining the hopeful crowd of people who share a passion for ancient poetry combined with dread that comes with being alive and wanting it acted out infront of them.

Such news excited you madly, wanting to do the best of the best you practiced day and night for this magical show which will appear before everyone's eyes tonight.

You were incredibly lucky to have God bless you with the talent of being such a delicate preformer. The bigger the crowd, the better. The more eyes were glued to you the smoother words ran out of your mouth.

'What a lovely feeling it is, to be loved.' you thought, not only today but often as you've seen all of Europe, have met hundreds of impressionable people of whom you only heard in fairytales as a lowborn child. Them preaching what a fine show you've put on behind the stage curtains after every show made you feel like a flawless angel with bright wings and the purest soul.

The Holy Spirit inside you was preaching that showing off your skill to who some call 'the messenger of God', or simply the ruler of the Holy Land, should be your top priority. You always listened to it, as a personal belief of yours was that It was in fact God speaking to you through it. So what other choice could you have?

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Heavy clouds casted upon the wide stadium. Whispers of wonder were dominated by laughter of those already tipsy ones. These kinds of special events that to foreigners often seemed formal, were in all reality a party for all kinds. Those who wished to drink through the show were allowed without any restrictions, yet those who listened and watched you, were rather intoxicated with words that cut deep.

And so it is. The Greek harpist began strumming a century old melody called: 'Stella iuxta Lunam'. The crowd went silent like birds during a storm. Curtains coloured dark blue opened, presenting a beautiful young woman in a black dress with pearls in her hair. That woman was you.

The people of Jerusalem weren't used to a woman showing her hair, not only because of how religious the people were, but also because of the hot weather. Many people would suffer heat strokes and terrible migraines without them.

As you sang in Latin, the clouds cried down on the Earth. Soft tapping mother nature provided with the downpour gave out a great additional scene.

"Ad astra..."

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Folks cheered, threw roses and whistled in your honor over and over again. The rain had long before stopped allowing the stars to shine up in the skies.

Bowing and sending kisses to the sea of people, you left the stage.

Sighing and letting your hair down. Just as you were about to go drink some water, you heard an unfamiliar voice speak your name.

"Yes?" Breathing out and turning towards the one standing behind you.

As soon as you saw his metal mask you quickly added: "Your majesty."

Straightening up and giving your hair a quick fix, he started: "I greatly apologize for interrupting you while on break."

Sitting down on a chair, breathing heavily.

He was so sick. It broke your heart, poor twenty year old couldn't even walk a couple of meters without almost passing out.

"However" he continued: "I must say I'm a great fan of your work."

Taken back from the fact that the King of Jerusalem himself came to see you perform despite his state: "I'm truly honored, your majesty-"

"Baldwin." Interrupting you. Noticing your surprised expression he chuckled.

"Alright, Baldwin. Thank you for coming to see me tonight." It wasn't unusually for you to have people of power view you as one of them. After all you made good money and were loved to death by whole of Europe.

"I'm really proud of how far you've come." Baldwin was showering you in compliments and all you could do was redden in the cheeks and grin.

After a while he pondered: "How long are you staying here, Y/N? Tilting his head to you, who was now sitting opposite to him.

"Three days."

Baldwin leaned forward: "Do you play chess?"

You did. And you were bloody good at it too.

"Join me tomorrow for a round then." Standing up and taking one last look at you: "when the Sun goes down."

THE END.

[getos-widow]

All the things that could have been - Geto Suguru x Reader

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader

Warnings: angst, like heavy angst, death, violence, no happy ending

a/n: Seriously, I needed a cigarette after this one. 

If that treacherous heart residing within your chest were to thump even for a beat faster it would have exploded in your chest. It echoed in your ears as if your body was a hollow trunk filled only with a heart that pumped blood solely for a purpose of loving Geto Suguru. Everything else ached - your limbs were sore and bloody from the battles that you just finished, your chest burned like the whole hell was stuck in there, and your eyes strained from the sheer amount of tears they shed. You heard an explosion coming from the Jujutsu High’s ground and you picked up your pace. A memory flooded your mind, as clear as if it was unfolding right in front of you.

 Young Geto Suguru stood under the old wisteria tree lost in his thoughts. Dressed in a traditional five-piece wedding kimono with the Geto family crest embroidered in it he watched the purple bloom with a small smile on his face. He looked so ethereal under the delicate dance of light and shadow that the gentle breeze created while toying with the cascades of fragrant flowers. You held back your tears or joy because you didn’t want to ruin the intricate makeup on your face. The sound of your sandals brought him back from whatever place he was in and he turned to face you. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes widened at the sight before him - the sight of you in your uro-uchikake, a brightly colored robe intricately embroidered in gold and silver threads.  

 “You look so beautiful, my love”, he walked towards you with a comforting smile on his handsome face and your heart skipped a beat.

 As he leaned down to kiss your forehead he heard something rustle behind you and soon after two tiny faces emerged from under your kimono tail.

 “Otosan, we want a kiss too!" Mimiko and Nanako cried in unison.

 Geto laughed loudly before picking them up.

 Please, God, let him be alive.

 The stench of curses and blood enveloped your senses and you almost threw up as you reached the gates of the place you once considered home. Everything came to a halt as you stopped and concentrated on his cursed energy. It was weak, but it was still present. Oh God, it was still present. 

 Once again you started running towards the place where you knew he would be, almost tripping over pieces of wall and broken wood structure.

 "Suguru!" you screamed as you saw his wobbling form walking down the shadowy alley.

 His head snapped in your direction.

 “What are you doing here? I told you to retreat if things go south!" He tried to sound stern but it came out as a raspy breath.

 “What have they done to you, my love?" You ran to him with shameless tears pouring down your cheeks.

 You inspected a gaping wound on a place where his right hand once was and winced at the sight.

 “It is alright, darling. I’m okay”, his tone softened as he looked at your face and slumped against the wall.

 “We need to get you to our hideout. I need to start working on you before you lose too much blood”, you wiped your eyes but the tears just wouldn’t stop pouring.

 “I’m not coming this time”, he smiled softly and cupped your face with his remaining hand.

 “What are you talking about Suguru? Of course you are coming. I’m not going to let you leave me again. I can’t live without you”, you sobbed at his touch.

 “You will be alright. You are such a strong woman, my love. I have always admired your strength and resilience”, his thumb circled on your cheek wiping away tears and dirt.

 “I don’t want to be strong Suguru. I want to be with you. I want to spend my life with you”, you snapped your head away from his touch and started pouring your cursed energy into his wound in an attempt to stop the blood from gushing out of it.

 He didn’t say a word. He just smiled that damned smile of his and closed his eyes sighing contently.

 “I will heal you and we will go away from this place and these stupid sorcerers. We will start a new life in Europe. Imagine darling: just you and I roaming through all of Europe, kissing in Paris, making love in Berlin, renewing our wedding vows in Florence. We will get to admire art and nature and life. We won’t care what happens to sorcerers or monkeys or anyone for that matter. I love you”, you babbled while healing his shoulder.

 “Darling, Satoru is here”, his voice barely a whisper.

 You froze, your hands falling to your side.

 It’s over now.

 Geto Suguru was not an easy man to love. In fact, to everyone else, he was a monster, a wretched excuse of a human being, but to you, he was just Suguru - a man who placed soft kisses on your head almost every night for nearly ten years, a man who danced with you to the sound of various foreign music you loved so much, a man with whom you parented two adopted girls, a man who killed men just because they looked at you the wrong way, a man who never ceased to tell you how much he loved you. Yet, he was also a man from whose clothes you washed off the blood of countless innocent people, a man who believed he was better just because he was born a sorcerer, a man who wanted to destroy the world as you knew it and build a new one according to his twisted fantasies. You stopped trying to change him a long time ago and started loving him for a duality that he carried around.

 Embracing the inevitable, you simply sat on Suguru’s lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. His strong arm encircled your waist bringing him closer to you as he talked to Satoru. You paid them no attention as you inhaled Suguru’s scent, for what you knew would be the last time, as you listened to his steady heartbeat. He smelled like that perfume you gifted him with. You smiled finally coming to peace with your destiny. That didn’t stop you from imagining the life you could have lived with the love of your life.

 In Naples, Italy, you sat on the floor of a small terrace in a white silk dress while cutting strawberries for a cheesecake with a large kitchen knife. Strawberry juice splashed all over the pretty dress, but you didn't care. Then Suguru appeared next to you and took your juice-covered hand. He slowly put a finger in his mouth and sucked the juice, looking at you with lust-glazed eyes. The knife fell into your lap, destroying the sensitive material forever. He smiled saying that he would buy you a new one.

Somewhere in Provence, France, you took off your sandals and walked into the house with a bouquet of lavender in one hand, and groceries in the other. You call out Suguru’s name with worry written all over your face after the scent of lavender was overpowered by the smell of something burning. He poked his head out of the kitchen with a guilty smile on his face and an almost charred chicken in his hands. He said that he wanted to surprise you with lunch, but that he didn't quite succeed.

In Switzerland, in Morcote, you argue about who will go outside to get wood for the fireplace, knowing full well that both of you hate snow. Maybe it's not because of the snow, but because of the fact that neither of you wanted to look away from Lake Lugano, whose water was being swirled and thrown in all directions by the snowstorm.

There was no death, no sorrow in any of those lives. There was only you, Geto Suguru, and eternal happiness - the one that you never get bored of, the one that fills you up again and again, the one that contradicts human nature.

 Suguru’s grip on your waist tightened before he whispered in your ear,

 “I love you and I will love you for all of the eternity”

 Those were the last words you heard before Satoru grabbed you and threw you down the alley. Everything went black as you fell into numbing unconsciousness.

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 Satoru walked towards your lying form after he did the most difficult task of his life. As he neared you he felt something extraordinary - your cursed energy was mixing with a new one that he had never felt before. It was the most perfect mix of yours and Suguru’s. He sighed heavily as he placed his hand on your belly. Tears filled Gojo Satoru’s eyes as he, as well, thought of lives that were never going to be lived.

 “One day we will meet, little one”, he got up and walked away, the saddest smile engraved on his face.

[beyoursbb]

€uro Tra$h Series: Dipped in $ugar (Part 3 - final)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x You (Reader) || Rating: Explicit || Word Count: 1.9k || Link to Part 1 and Link to Part 2 (Not necessary to read to understand Part 3, but here if you want more! Timeline for this work is Season 1 btw).

Summary: Just morning sex with Butcher lol.

Author’s Note: Wrote this shorter cuz I meant to get this out a long while ago, whoops! You can let me know how it was! Likes, dislikes, etc. I love and appreciate feedback in the comments. This 3-part scenario is now complete. @a-rogue-tiddy-bot thought you might want to be tagged!

Warnings: swearing, teasing, vaginal fingering, implied p in v sex, sugar daddy / daddy kink (the name daddy is used 1 time, and a lil talk of those dynamics), age gap (implied, not specified), little bit of praise, begging

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You woke up gradually, each of your senses gathering intel on your surroundings to remind you of where you were. Sunlight streamed through the tiny crack in the motel’s curtains, glinting off the weapon on the table. The bed sheets by your nose still had the scent of laundry detergent despite last night’s action. The faint snoring of the man behind you matched the warm body cuddled up to your backside, and the arm under your neck that you were using as a pillow. You could feel the heat radiating off Billy’s chest and the weight of his other arm hanging over your midsection, as well as something not-so-soft pressing against your butt. 

You stretched your hand back to stroke his neck. “Billy?” you whispered. 

No response. 

“Billy,” you said louder, lightly tugging on his hair. 

He hummed, keeping his eyes closed. 

You took a breath, then gave an experimental shift backwards into his crotch.

“Oi. Morning sunshine,” he mumbled into your hair, his hand already cupping between your legs.

You giggled at how that got his attention. “Morning, Billy.”

“When’d you put these on?” he complained softly, playing with the waistband of your bottoms.

“When I got up in the middle of the night.”

If you thought Butcher’s regular deep voice was sexy, you were wholly unprepared to face this gravelly tone as he woke up. Especially when it was demanding your naked body again. 

“Well fucking take ‘em off, will ya?” 

Billy hardly gave you a moment to comply before shoving his hand in your underwear. He immediately found your clit, but his touch was gentle, and worked tantalizingly slow, tracing lazy circles. Your legs didn’t need much coaxing to open up as Billy eagerly pushed his own thigh between them and hooked yours around it while planting soft kisses to your neck. His beard tickled your jawline, and you sighed contentedly, melting into the sensation with a slight turn of your head toward him. You closed your eyes.

If this was how snug morning sex with Billy could be, you hoped he would let you linger more frequently. You guessed being half asleep was why his demeanor had taken a sharp left turn and a whole 180 flip to be so…calm. Not that you ever minded his roughness. But this right now was a different experience, and it was nice. You were used to trying to help Butcher relax as much as possible during your visits, but there is only so many times a guy can fuck the stress out of his system before needing to face his stressors head-on, like a well-adjusted adult. You knew an unstable, emotionally unavailable man when you saw one; Butcher didn’t have time for that. His mind was always preoccupied, his actions always in a hustle to return to whatever was demanding his attention before you arrived. Hence, why you were surprised he wasn’t already fucking you into the mattress and sending you on your way. 

Instead, Billy’s fingers continued to tease your slick entrance delicately; it was almost unbelievable they were the same fingers that brought you to a searing climax some hours ago. 

“Even first thing in the morning, so wet and ready,” Billy whispered in your ear.

You could hear the smirk in his voice, driving you to push your hips against him to address your growing need for more friction. But Billy seemed satisfied taking his time playing with you, his breathing even as his lips ghosted across the smooth skin of your shoulder. 

A cross between a groan and a whimper slipped off your tongue. You were getting impatient already. “I need more, Daddy.”

“Need more what, luv?” Billy took hardly a second to push your underwear farther down your legs until it was off, and run his hand back up your bare skin.

“More of you,” you answered, reaching behind to grab his increasingly hard length. Hot and heavy in your palm, you started to touch him too, rubbing slowly from base to tip. 

“Oh, you’ll get more, baby.”

You inhaled sharply. Billy rarely called you baby. Shit, you thought. Since when had he picked up on the effect that word had on you when it was uttered by him? You could give less of a shit when your other sugar daddies called you the pet name. But Billy dropping it so casually right now while he toyed with your arousal? You were in for it this morning.

“My baby can be such a greedy girl,” he chuckled.

My baby. My. Baby. My.

This time you visibly shivered, your shoulders rattling against his chest, but you tried to cover it up by twisting your head back at the same time to steal a kiss from his lips. He allowed it, nipping at your lower lip, then removed his arm from under you and propped himself up on it. Butcher was at the perfect level now to hover right above your ear. 

“Did ya know that’s why I say you’re my favorite?” 

His fingers were back on your clit, the pressure still light, but he quickened his pace. 

“Why?” you asked, dumbly, his teasing clearly too distracting for your mind to keep up with the conversation, as well as provide any stimulation for him. Your hand on his length had already slowed to a pathetic, arrhythmic rate. You blushed at the realization when he — rather politely — removed your useless hand from his crotch and placed it under his own to touch yourself with as he continued his ministrations on your wetting pussy. 

“Because you’re greedy, luv. And I know it’s not for my money.” 

A pitifully needy noise slipped out from deep in your throat as Billy’s mouth connected to the soft spot under your ear, tongue flicking at the lobe, before he bit it — harder than you anticipated. 

“You get that everywhere, with however many daddies you have.” 

You drew in a deep breath in an attempt to steady your loudly beating heart. Was there a tinge of spite in his voice? You didn’t have time to analyze. Billy flipped you around to face him, swiftly replacing the hands on your core with his length dragging through your folds. You gasped, gripping at his shoulders, trying not to stare down at the delicious sight of his big hand around his even bigger member, its head leaking precum into your slit. 

“Nah, I know,” Billy growled. Your eyes snapped up to meet his dark, lust-filled gaze. “You’re just greedy for my cock.”

You shrieked at the sudden intrusion, then swore at him. Finally he had dipped into your dripping cunt. Except this fucker switched back to using his fingers.

“Billy— Billy, please,” you cried out, not even sure what you were begging for. You were greedy for his cock, yes. You were just as desperate for your fucking release. Also, you wanted to wipe that smug smile off his handsome face. 

“Let me hear you,” he insisted, two digits pushing in and out of your center. “Tell me, why are you my favorite fuck?”

You willed your mind and mouth to cooperate in forming sentences. “Because I’m greedy.”

The quick response earned you a third digit stretching you out, causing you to bite down on your lip.

“For…?”

Again, you forced yourself to concentrate, despite the lewd noises echoing below you and the feeling of climax in the pit of your stomach hungry to break free. 

“For your cock,” you breathed out. “I’m so greedy for your cock.”

Billy curled his fingers to hit that spot you loved, and you felt your tether to reality loosen. 

“So sweet of you to say, darlin’.” The stillness in his tone matched the precision of his palm now rubbing tight circles on your clit. "Is that what you want now? You want my cock in your tight little pussy?"

Your head drooped forward, thudding against his firm chest, your hands still clawing at his arms for some sense of stability while you grinded down on him, desperately chasing your high. He was stringing you out for all you were worth and you were so, so close, you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded. "Yes, yes! Please— I want it so bad,” you panted.

“Next time, baby, look at me when you speak. Maybe then you'll get exactly what you want.”

With one last stroke of his hand, your orgasm hit hard, much more intense than the two last night combined, and twice as pleasurable. You saw stars with your eyes sealed shut while your pussy clenched with a vice grip around Billy, as strong as your nails dug into his skin. He made you the most writhing, sweaty mess you’d been in months, yet you didn’t — couldn’t — even make a sound, sans the quiet gushing of your juices thoroughly coating him.

You had no idea how many minutes passed before you came back down to Earth in Butcher’s arms and opened your eyes to see him peering down at you gingerly. He pecked your forehead, and you did the same to his neck, collarbone, and chest.

“Fuck, I’m glad you stayed last night, luv.”

“Me too,” you squeaked out.

“You alrigh’?” Billy asked, wiping the tears that had formed at the corners of your eyes.

You nodded, then laughed. “Pretty sure I blacked out.”

“Thought so, too,” he replied, a small, satisfied grin appearing. 

You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him away. Then for the first time all morning, you got a good look at him. His thick, dark brown hair could definitely be characterized as a bed head, and you aimlessly combed through it a few times. Your gaze drifted downwards to the red scratches you had just gifted him, and you gently brushed over them with the pad of your thumb. A little farther down you carefully studied the still-fresh bruises and past-lingering scars across his broad torso. 

Your turn to inquire. “Are you alright?”

“Never better,” Billy said, a little too quickly.

“I mean from last night.” You traced an imaginary line connecting the marks on his body, to make your point clear. “What happened?”

Butcher shifted his body, but his face remained hardened. “Even MM needs a reminder every once in a while. Captain’s gotta run a tight ship,” he said matter-of-factly. “Job’s stressful, night didn’t go as planned, he took it out on me, but he knows when I’m right.”

You nodded, as if deliberately sidestepping the question about his injuries to explain the one part of his night you were present for was an acceptable enough answer. However, after a restful night’s sleep and an active morning that left you plenty clear-headed, you felt a bit more bold. You didn’t care if it wasn’t a sugar baby’s place to know his job. If he wasn’t ready to discuss the elephant in the room this second, you were at least going to let him know he wouldn’t get away with avoiding it for long.

“Fine, if you want to dance around it. You don’t have to tell me right now why you were gone four hours longer than you expected, or came back with this,” you nudged his taped up hand, “or that,” you gestured toward the semi-automatic on the table, “but at the very least, you should introduce me to your colleagues.”

The flashback of you laying on the bed, thankfully fully clothed, when they stormed in last night flashed through your memory. “You know, the guys who weren’t sure that this is legal,” you added. “Want them to know it’s all good.”

There was a beat of silence, until Billy relented, and you were genuinely surprised at the lack of pushback. “Fine.” 

With his hand on your hip, he rolled you over onto your other side, back into a spooning position, with your ass pulled against him. 

“You’ll meet the boys with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

[shaydeoffical]

Demon Slayer x Plus Size Fem!Reader: Clubbing AU

Intro: It’s Friday night and classes are out for the weekend. (Y/n) and her friends are hitting the club and confessing their deepest feelings for each other. Join (Y/n) as she navigates her feelings, body, and drunkenness on a night that could change her life.

Tags: Partying, Confessions, Chubby body, Chubby reader, Fat Reader, Plus Size Reader, Demon Slayer AU, Happy Endings, Giyuu, Shinobu, Genya, Kyojuro Rengoku. 

Warnings: Drunkenness, alcohol, body image, creeps at the bar.

Notes: Big thanks to @the-secret-thief​ and @heartfeltcierra​ for helping me edit and encouraging me to post again! I hope you all love the new story. 

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        “You’re shaking, are you nervous or excited?” Shinobu winged my eyeliner, her hand resting on my stomach as she balanced the liner on both sides. The bathroom in Giyu and Tanjiro’s home had terrible lighting, so Shinobu was inches from my face, pressing me closer to the light over the sink.      

        “Both?” My breath hitches in my throat, my white knuckles gripping the sink counter harder as Shinobu and Mitsuri giggle.

        “Don’t be so worried.” Mitsuri played with the hem of her skirt. “You guys are going to have an awesome road trip.”

        “I haven’t left campus except to come here, or visit home. Plus, you can’t predict how things will go at a new club.” Flashes of my cousin’s recording me on my twenty-first birthday, roll through my mind. I suck my stomach in, taking a deep breath before laughing. “God, I’m really killing the vibe. I’m sorry.”

        “No, you’re just expressing what we all are thinking.” Kanae slips into the room, and it takes everything to keep my lips off the floor. She’s in a skin-tight lilac sleeveless dress, with a sheer butterfly shawl over top.

        “Wow.” Mitsuri studies the glitter in her eyes and the highlight on her cheek. She had graduated from college last year and was working on her master’s degree, so she still liked to go out with us. “You’re stunning.”

        “Thank you. You all look amazing.” Kanae winked at me, and I was frozen to my spot long enough for Shinobu to finish.

        “There, beautiful.” Shinobu’s eyes never left mine, she ran her hands down my dress. It was a pink dress covered in hearts, Mitsuri had made it a point that we needed to match. While hers was loose and billowed around her body, mine was a little too big at the chest, and tight in the arms. But the fabric was forgiving, and she was so happy for us to match and I was just so happy to support a brand with a wide size range….

        “You’re spacing out.” Shinobu pulled me off the sink and made me spin. “I know you love to dance, you’re going to have fun.”

        “Why are we partying before a road trip?” I groaned hearing bass start to pound from outside… Kyojuro was defiantly waiting for us.

        “Because it’s ladies' night.” Kanae smiled, wiggling her finger back and forth. We filed out of the washroom, and down the steps to the living room. The house was clean and simple, like a crisp spring in the morning. Their Uncle Uro had let them stay here during school. He was a teacher for the remote students, so he stayed in his office more often than not. That’s considering how often he was away at conferences, like tonight.  

        “Wow.” Tanjiro’s smile widened. “You all look lovely.” Kanao was beside him on the sofa, the two surrounded by books and loose papers.

        “Be safe tonight,” Kanao whispered, turning back to her notes quickly.

        “We will. Giyu will be looking after us.” I teased as the dark-haired man emerged from the downstairs bathroom. He was wearing a button-up, with all the buttons latched as they should, and a pair of black slacks.

        “Of course.” He tinged red, and the front door opened, all our focus going to Kyojuro and Obanai.

        “Hey, guys.” Mitsuri doesn’t miss a beat greeting the other half of the group. Now we were just missing-

        “Oi, why are y’all so slow?” Sanemi bellowed from his car, laying on the horn. The only one not cringing was Kyo, who was way too focused on, me.

        “Hey! We’re coming alright.” Shinobu growled, grabbing my arm and pulling me along. “We’re riding with Kyo, right?”

        “Yeah.” I barely slipped my shoes on and clasped Kyojuro’s hand to have him follow along.

        “(Y/N), you look amazing.” He didn’t need to be dragged, as he lopped arms with me and kept pace with Shinobu.

        “Alright, here we go.” I laughed as they rushed to the red SUV. “Thank you Kyo, I feel good.” He smiled, and even in the dark the way his eyes crinkled made my heart race.

        “Dibs on the back!” Shinobu opened the back door and tucked me inside like a cop, holding my head and everything. While she was studying medicine like Kanae, she might have had an affinity for criminal justice. She wasn’t strong, but she knew how to command a room and stay calm in a hard situation. Like the time we had to dissect a frog and it started to move….she might have quickly poisoned it, but it was quick and painless.

        After more of a ruckus, everyone was in their cars and on their way to the club. Kyo looked back before we took off, he reached back and rubbed my knee and I swatted at his hand. “Kyo.” The smile that spread on my face was infectious as he grinned back at me.

        “Ach hem.” Giyu had crawled into the front seat and was feeling infected with a smile. “Let’s follow Sanemi before he leaves us in the dust.”

        “Is Genya coming this time?” Shinobu hummed, holding my hand and encouraging me to relax back into the seat.

        “I think so.” Kyo then nodded. “I see his mohawk in the back seat.”

        “They put him between Mitsuri and Obanai, how cruel.” I sighed, Kyo passing back a bottle of rum…my favorite brand.

        “He’s abrasive.” Shinobu opens the bottle and then hands it to me. I take a long swig, and she follows suit. “But, I was the younger sister tagging along when I turned twenty-one. It’s a rite of passage.”

        “I suppose.” I take another drink and pass the bottle to Giyu who takes a quick sniff of the bottle before taking a smooth gulp.  

        “Good choice Kyo. Did you pick it with someone in mind?” Giyu pointed his head back at me, and I nervously laughed, shrinking into Shinobu. It had been our pre-game choice since I mentioned liking it last year. There was no reason to call Kyo out now. I thought Kyojuro would deny it or make an offhand comment, but he didn’t.

        “Why yes. (Y/N).” Kyo grins, shifting his car to the next gear. My heart was already racing, but now it was flying.

        “So, Sanemi and Kyo are the designated drivers tonight.” I could feel heat settle on my cheeks, and a sense of weightlessness hit my limbs. Oh, to dream.

        “Yup, they are.” Shinobu was still cuddled next to me, nuzzling her head on mine, our hair was gathering static and handing straight up, so I smoothed it.

        “It’s not me for once.” Giyu could have been described as bitter at this moment, but the truth was he didn’t trust just anyone to D.D. Especially if I was volunteering. He really didn’t trust my driving and with good reason. Drunk or not, I tuckered myself out way too easily at the club and was always super sleepy at the end. Kyo verged on the same, but he knew when to hold back.    

        “We’re here.” Kyo parks, and we tuck the bottle under the back seat and hop out of the car.

        “(Y/N)! Save me!” Mitsuri ran into my arms. I caught her with a slight wobble to my steps, thankfully Giyu was behind me and gave me a boost forward.

        “What’s wrong?” I pet her hair. Most of the group went on to buy our wristbands. “Did someone hurt you?”

        Kanae stayed back and whispered in my ear. “Genya ignored her and started to growl. So, she’s a little worked up.”

        “He’s going to pay.” Obanai was muttering to himself, and I couldn’t help but think that Mitsuri might not be the only one needing saving tonight.

        “Let’s get inside. How about that?” I offered.

        “Yeah. Let’s have some fun?” Kanae was my backup, grabbing Obanai and following behind me as we got to the front.

        The bouncer looked at my I.D. and then huffed. “You clean up nice.” He smirked, putting a band around my wrist.

        “Um, thank you.” I looked into the club, mist scattered across the floor, and as expected, there were ladies in large amounts.

        “(Y/N)! Over here.” Kyojuro waved me to the dance floor, a drink in his hand.

        “On my way,” I called back to him. There was a large dance floor, with plenty of flashing lights and cool patterns to make me dizzy. But first, I needed to set my purse down with the losers who wouldn’t dance.

        “There you guys are. Gosh, what took so long.” Genya was the one complaining this time. Sanemi and Kanae were sneaking off to make out, no doubt. Those two didn’t seem compatible, but there they were, just behind the speaker swapping more than secrets. “What are you staring at?” Genya took over my vision, and I yelped stepping back. Why was he so close, and why did he smell so good?  

        “Nothing.” I shivered, rubbing my mostly bare arms…fuck cap sleeves.  

        “Here.” He shoved a bottle into my hand. “I got this for you.”

        I looked closer and it was a wine cooler, in my favorite flavor. How did he know? “Thank you Genya, this was very sweet.” I reminded myself he was still learning how to act in adult spaces…and it’s not like he had a solid role model in Sanemi.

        “Will you, drink one with me?” he held up another cooler and uncapped it.

        “Of course.” I break the seal on mine and undo the lid. “To tonight.”

        “To tonight.” He nodded and we both downed the drink. While we should have been doing shots, this was cute. He was so sweet, and I’d go as far as to say thoughtfully. While I trusted him, he still left it sealed…

        “(Y/N)! Come dance with us.” Shinobu was dancing with Kyojuro, pulling me towards her like a rope. Giyu was standing close by as my bodyguard, as usual.

        “Come on, let’s dance Genya.” I tugged him with me and got to the dance floor.

        “I can’t dance.” He whispered.

        “Well, just watch us for a minute, and bob to the music,” I instructed, joining my favorite people.

        The song changed, it was just words at first, then the beat slowly started to build up, with each new sound, I added a movement. Starting with my hips, working up my arms to my head, and back to my legs. Without noticing, I fully submerged myself into the music, my eyes shut tight, but I could see everything I needed to.

        “Those hips don’t lie,” Kyojuro whispered in my ear, breaking my concentration long enough to get behind me and bump a stranger from joining us.

        “No, they don’t.” I see Giyu had also turned away a few people from our group. I see Shinobu was still dancing with us, and Genya had loosened up a little and was using his arms and hips to dance.

        Another song comes on, and we kept dancing, and drinking our collective body weight in rum. Soon Obanai and Mitsuri pulled us off the dance floor to do some test-tube shots. I was more than ready for another round of shots.

        “I have an idea before we just take these.” Mitsuri put the bottom between her lips and balanced it. “We Ta-E iT li-E T-is.” She grabbed Obanai and kneeled In Front of him and lined up the tube to his lips, before pushing him down and letting him swallow it whole.    

        “No way.” Genya walked away.

        “I wanna! (Y/N), do me.” Shinobu offered me the vile, her hand lingering on mine.

        “No, me.” Mitsuri volunteered.

        “Huh, she isn’t doing anyone but me.” Genya turned around, puffing out his chest.

        “How about she do Giyu?” Obanai licked his lips. “ I can do you.” He looked at Mitsuri with narrowed eyes that kept daring the rest of us to offer to sensually pour booze down her throat.

        “(Y/n), who do you want to do your shot?” Kanae snuck up behind me, laughing as I stiffened.

        “Uhhh?”

[offical-ouroboros]

~introduction~

Late to the party. Here's my intro! I guess.

I'm Uro! I go by it/its.

I do kinda whatever here. I post art, clips and edits from games, and more recently am getting into writing fanfiction.

That's. About it. This was mostly for the fanfiction thing.

--what to expect from any fan fiction blurbs and HCs I write--

Trans reader (FtNB/M) unless specified in request.

You instead of Y/N or _____ lol

Lots of dumb fluffy stuff, projecting myself onto reader character at times. Sorry! I'm used to it :p

Mostly x male characters, but I can write for any gender.

Personal HCs for characters getting put in

I like monsters. A lot. Ask me for x monsters. :)

How to request: Just send me an ask.

What do I write for: Check out what I've recently been talking about! Anything to do with horror has a chance.

Ex: DBD, Borderlands, Poppy Playtime, IDV, Overwatch, Slasher Horror, Monster Hunter Monsters (PLATONIC), D&D (general x monster/race things), HLVRAI, TF2

DOs

Only really x reader or general HCs, but I can also write for poly :)

Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Content

Romantic, Platonic, Familial

Yandere(??) I suppose

DONTs

The obvious ones. I don't have much to say here.

I won't make incest.

Explicit abuse.

Proper NSFW/Smut, just not my thing

Characters off the top of my head I'll write for:

DBD: Literally any killer but Krueger I hate DBD Krueger. Survs (esp Nea and Sable...) also the Entity!

Borderlands: Vault Hunters + Co., Bandits, Colonel Hector, Tina (plat/fam only for bdl2 version.), Basically any enemy actually, platonic with any creatures

Poppy: Any monsters lol. In my versions, they're all inhabited by ADULT workers. Toon/Normal versions included.

IDV: Anyone, hunter preference

Overwatch: Junkers (NOT HAMMOND), Sigma, Lifeweaver, Moira, Illari, Luna (Paris Omnic <3), Omnics in general

Slasher Horror: Like literally anyone, just make sure you specify what they're from/which version you'd like

Monster Hunter: I love almost all the monsters (bugs included) so feel free to ask for anything plat/fam with them

D&D: Mimics for sure. Maybe some Baldur's Gate/Dragon Age characters!

HLVRAI: All characters, especially Benry.

TF2: Literally anyone, pref for mercs at least

Scopophobia: John Doe, Maison, Heim

[midnightshade]

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

Deal With the Devil

↷Synopsis: Uro Takako, the leader of the Sun, Moon, and Stars unit for the Toh, is visited by a peculiar man with an even stranger offer

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,541

Warnings: Implied Era Typical Sexism

The Taste of Curses

↷Synopsis: The taste of Curses is an experience only Suguru knows. While he's trained himself to keep them down, some days are harder than others as he's forced to remember during one solo mission.

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,563

Warnings: Vomit

Child of Pyrite

↷Synopsis: Being the Heir and having inherited the Projection Technique, many assumed that made Naoya the golden child of the Zen'in. However, in a family that values power above all else, even those at the top are bound to suffer in a loveless home

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: M

Word Count: 1,514

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Depiction of Child Abuse

An Early Birthday Gift

↷Synopsis: For their 11th birthday, Geto decides to get the girls an early gift. However, Nanako ends up getting more than what she asked for.

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,184

Warnings: None

A Confession of Love

↷Synopsis: Across the Eras, love confessions stay much the same — an assortment of headcanons and drabbles for mine and my friend's OCs

Pairings: OC x Canon, OC x Gojo Satoru, OC x Sukuna Ryomen, OC x Geto Suguru, OC x Kenjaku

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: G

Word Count: 4,430

Warnings: OC x Canon, Brief Mentions of Canon Typical Violence

Broken Jade, Scattered Orchids

↷Synopsis: Suguru is stuck in the aftermath of his carnage at the Village, caring for the two girls he rescued

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: M

Word Count: 2,224

Warnings: Mentions of Murder, Canon Typical Violence, Mentions of Child Abuse

The Greatest Curse

↷Synopsis: An Assortment of NSFW and SFW Headcanons of how Kenjaku would be in a relationship

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Kenjaku x Reader

Rating: E (Explicit)

Word Count: 3,373

Warnings: Slight Possessiveness and Controlling Behavior from Kenjaku, Breeding, Pregnancy, Marking, Rough Sex, Mentions of Violence, Exhibitionism, Consensual Noncon, Anal

Kenjaku's Past Headcanons

↷Synopsis: A collection of headcanons exploring Kenjaku's childhood

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: G

Word Count: 821

Warnings: None

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧'? | Gojo Satoru × Iori Utahime

↷Synopsis: This isn't the first time Utahime has pegged Gojo, but the gift of seeing the Strongest writhe in pleasure from her touch was all she needed for her Birthday. Especially when she can give him a taste of his own medicine.

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: GojoHime, GoUta

Rating: E (Explicit)

Word Count: 1,656

Warnings: Pegging, Not Beta Read, Overstimulation, Anal Fingering

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬

Exploring the Darker Themes in Jujutsu Kaisen and Their Narrative Importance

↷Synopsis: An analysis exploring the darker subject matter found within the narrative of Jujutsu Kaisen

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: M

Word Count: 860

Warnings: Incest, Misogyny

Kenjaku & His Emotional Attachments: An Analysis

↷Synopsis: An analysis on Kenjaku's emotional attachments and how he responds to them

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: G

Word Count: 536

Warnings: None

Clearing up Misconceptions about Kenjaku

↷Synopsis: Just as the title says – an analysis post to clear up common misconceptions surrounding Kenjaku

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: M

Word Count: 273

Warnings: Rape

Geto Suguru's Downfall and the True Scope of His Plans

↷Synopsis: An analysis exploring the finer details of Geto Suguru's plans

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: G

Word Count: 757

Warnings: None

How Cursed Energy Alters the Body

↷Synopsis: An analysis exploring how Cursed Energy alters the human body and a deeper connection between curses and humans

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: G

Word Count: 503

Warnings: None

Kenjaku's True Form — Theory & Headcanon

↷Synopsis: A theory post regarding Kenjaku's original body

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: G

Word Count: 624

Warnings: None

Geto is Stronger Than you Think

↷Synopsis: An analysis on the true strength Geto Suguru holds

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: G

Word Count: 885

Warnings: None

Kenjaku was a Fujiwara

↷Synopsis: A theory and analysis regarding Kenjaku's origins

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: G

Word Count: 359

Warnings: None

The Lost Potential of Mimiko and Nanako Hasaba

↷Synopsis: An analysis/rant exploring the lost potential of the Hasaba Twins

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Rating: G

Word Count: 713

Warnings: Mentions of Child Abuse/Torture

𝐌𝐲 𝐎𝐂𝐬

Heian Izanami & Izanami Shingetsu (Reincarnate)

Aesthetic Series

Bōkyaku

Aesthetic Series

Kazuhiko

Aesthetic Series

Kikyo

Aesthetic Series

Byakuya

Aesthetic Series

Bashira

Aesthetic Series

Last Updated: February 18th, 2024

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[darkphoenix5037]

"Hello, I need to make a call to the hospital Please."

My entry for Punkrockpearl's 400 follower challenge. I loved writing this one-shot. My OC is Indian like me and her face claim and outfit are in the mood board, I used Alia Bhatt's face as my OC, she is an amazing Indian actor.

Congratulations to Punkrockpearls on 400 followers, you were one of the first writers that I discovered in the Vikings fandom and I love all of your fics. You deserve all the love and followers.

Hugs and Kisses.

Love Phoenix.

P.S. Do tell me your thoughts on this. Thank you.

WARNINGS: Minor use of force(not the sexual kind), intimidation, threats.

It was a game, really. Nothing much, get into houses, break stuff, steal food, make a mess and leave. It was not personal, no, they did it just because they could. Plus, it was fun, they were made for this stuff.

Today was yet another day of the same song and dance. Some idiot crashed his bike. He was looking around trying to find a potential victim when Ivar called.

“Ay, look at that one.” He pointed at the shadowy figure who had not shown any sign of attention to the chaos below. He could see headphones on her ears and her bopping her head to whatever beat she was listening to and writing something in a notebook.

Hvitserk counted floors and pressed the button for the 7thfloor. He waited and when no answer came he pressed again for a longer time.

“She is getting up,” Ivar called to him.

Then and there, he didn’t know why but somehow from somewhere a feeling of dread made its way up to his spine and then settled in his stomach. He had no idea why. Hvitserk ignored it. The intercom turned on and the voice of a woman spoke.

“Yes?” Her voice had an accent, he had heard it somewhere. He was not sure where.

“Hello, can I make a call to the hospital from your phone, please? My phone is dead and my friend is in an accident. Can I come up there to make a call?” He asked very politely, gotta keep it that way if he wanted to get in.

“Uhhh,” a moment of hesitation and she said, ”Yeah, sure.”

Huh, her voice sounded odd, her words slurred a bit or maybe he was just hearing things.

“What is your apartment number?” He asked.

“716”

The security gate opened and as Hvitserk and Ivar entered the lift, Hvitserk still had that foreboding feeling in his chest, as if something was wrong. He ignored it and reached the apartment that she had told him about. Hvitserk instructed Ivar to stay behind and enter after him. Ivar was the more threatening out of both of them, his surprise entry usually made people nervous.

He knocked on the door and waited.

After a moment the woman opened the door and instantly she took his breath away. She was gorgeous, with wheatish skin tone, dark set eyes that shined, they were lined in kohl which made them appear doe-like, she had a small nose and petal-like lips. She was wrapped in a red skirt-like structure with a green blouse and silver jewellery, vaguely he remembered seeing it on a Bollywood actress in a movie he saw years ago, but he couldn’t remember the name of the garment.

She was a vision.

He damn near had a stroke when she smiled and said, “Come in please.” Gods above be grateful, even her voice was lovely. She turned and he just ogled at her trim little waist that peeked from her clothes, it was just a cherry on top when she moved. Her hips swayed and he almost groaned. He had to remind himself to not close the door for Ivar.

Saree, he remembered now, the garment’s name.

She pointed to the landline, on the side table by her couch and moved to another room. For the first time, while he talked to the hospital he observed the apartment he was in. There were white walls, navy and brown décor. There was a homely feel to the place.

There were cosy lights, pictures of family and friends on the walls, an open kitchen plan, spacious drawing room with a TV set in front of it. He informed the hospital about the crash when Ivar entered the apartment and started looking around closing the door with a crash. It alerted their host and she came out hurriedly and looked at Ivar who had just entered and was snooping around the place like he owned it.

“Who is this?” She asked.

“This is my brother Ivar, he was with me and my friend too.” He turned towards his brother and said, ”Ivar this is….”

He realised she hadn’t told him her name.

“Ahilya”

Hvitserk saw Ivar looking at her and he made no effort to hide his appreciation as his gaze moved on her form from top to bottom salaciously and Hvitserk felt a stab of jealousy.

Her eyebrows were furrowed and she looked uncomfortable, he knew the feeling. It was never good to have two strange guys at your house, no matter how helpful you were it always made people nervous.

“I suppose you have called the ambulance, what did they say?” Her expression had changed in a split second, it was back to calm.

“They said it would take some time, we are to stay here.”

“I think they meant the sight of the accident, not here.” Her voice had a form tone to it. Hvitserk liked that, she was far too friendly for her own good, she should have never let him inside the house or at least should have looked if the door was closed. But playtime was over, things were about to change here. They would do what they wanted to do and leave after scaring her enough.

“I think we will stay here for a while, don’t you think it’s polite to do so sweetheart.” Ivar’s voice was deceptively soft and silky with an underlying tone of menace. Hvitserk looked at him and saw him smiling menacingly at her.

On Ahilya’s face, he saw fear enter. It was not a good look on her pretty face, Hvitserk wanted the smile she gave him when he entered her home, not this. But fear worked better in this situation. He did not want her running mouth. So he plastered the best fake intimidating face he had and marched toward her slowly as she backed away, in his periphery he saw Ivar move too.

“We do this a lot you know sweetheart, break into houses, break stuff, and steal things, just general mayhem. Ivar here once broke an 80 inch TV with a baseball bat. I threw a MacBook out of the window just because. That idiot down there was not our friend, we don’t even know him. He was just a way to get into one of the houses and just cause trouble, ya know?”

He had backed her into a wall and Ivar was at his side, smiling still. She looked properly scared now, her eyes with wide and her eyebrows drawn together, her bottom lip was trembling.

Fear did not look good on her he decided. It was a split second of distraction before she darted away from him and his brother and ran for the door screaming but Ivar caught by the end of her saree and pulled her into his arms, her back to his chest and covered her mouth with his palm. She struggled wildly, trying to free herself, but she couldn’t. Tears flowed out of her eyes as she struggled to breathe with Ivar's heavy palm smothering her. Hvitserk did not like this, he really did not like this.

"Sweetheart, tch, that was the wrong thing to do now, we really gotta restrain you properly, huh? I really don't like to say this but I think you are going to be a problem for us if we leave you here. You might blab to the police, then our fun will be over. I think we are going to take you with us, yes, I think we are. Just for insurance. Huh?"

He started to drag her away roughly. She was trying to fight him off. Keyword: Trying. She really could not overpower Ivar.

She started to hit Ivar’s arm, trying to pry it off, something akin to panic was visible in her eyes and it was rapidly increasing. She was repeatedly screaming a word behind Ivar’s palm and she was visibly panicking. Ivar reacted quickly at seeing her face and removed his palm when she breathlessly said,

“Red, Red please stop, Red, Fuck, Red.”

Ivar immediately took her into his arms gently and sat on the floor with her in his lap and started to calm her. Hvitserk moved to the kitchen and immediately brought a cold water bottle for her the other things that they usually used for aftercare would not be needed today.

They had had to stop the roleplay immediately. Their lover didn’t like this kidnapping and fear play. It was necessary for them to cater to her boundaries.

Ivar meanwhile had carried her to the bedroom and was calming her and soothing away her worries. “It’s not a problem if you do not like something, we wanted to try the roleplay, it did not work out. We need you to be safe and comfortable with us little dove. Hvitserk and I would never think less of you if you do not want to engage in the kink. We will not try this again unless you are absolutely sure. Yes?”

“I am so sorry, I just panicked, I’m sorry” She babbled into his shoulders.

“Don’t you dare say sorry for this. We agreed to not continue if anyone of us felt uncomfortable. Honestly even I was uncomfortable at the end. I did not want to continue Ahilya, I wanted you to be smiling at me. Not screaming to get away from me, my love. You did nothing wrong” Hvitserk said sternly.

His love was the most beautiful and strong woman on earth, he would never want her to cry because of him or be afraid of him. Ivar gently made her drink water.

Afterwards, they took her into their arms and cuddled her on the bed. Slowly, bringing her to normal and giving her much needed care and attention.

“I really liked this saree, would you wear it again for me please?” Hvitserk said softly. She smiled at him and said, ”Of course.”

“Hm, I liked the white one better, with which you crimp your hair. Wear that too. You looked like a goddess in it.” Ivar said. She chuckled and said, “Of course, I would, my love.” She kissed him softly and turned to do the same for Hvitserk.

Hvitserk could not think of a better place to be, he thought, as she kissed him languidly.

[usiria]

Karneval :

- uro relationship hcs

- Karoku hcs ‡ part 2 ‡

- with their unborn baby kick for the first time

- yogi fluff

- Gareki and a shy reader

- Hirato relationship hcs

- silver Yogi nsfw

- Uro fluff

- Makeout with Hirato

- Akari fluff

- Gareki relationship hcs

- fluff & nsfw hcs Yogi ‡ Akari ‡

- Hirato hcs

- Hirato cuddling hcs

- Gareki fluffy hcs

- Karoku x y/n

- Love triangle with Nai & Gareki

- y/n teasing Gareki

- playing hide & seek with Yogi

- Valentine day with Gareki

- Uro recruits y/n

- Uro relationship hcs

[noodle-is-unstable]

I was asked to do some of the previous JJK Character prompts with the women so here we are lol

The JJK Women accidentally confess their feelings (Pre Relationship)

Ft ~ Utahime Iori, Takako Uro , Nobuko Takada, Mamaguro, Manami Suda Synopsis ~ The JJK Women accidentally confess their feelings for you Content Warning ~ 18+, Crack as HELL, Suggestive, Language, no real Angst, no real Fluff. I'm autistic IDK

[itsmattsunshinehere]

Hiii, so I've been reading your writings for a bit now and I absolutely love it. Could you possibly do either a Kurro headcannon or scenario (I don't mind whichever is easiest!) Where the s/o used to be a volleyball player but got hurt and can't play now (or something along those lines?) And just him/them finding out and such. If not it's fine thank you for considering!!

Thank you sweetie, im sorry for being like a sloth 🦥 eheh BUT im trying my best! N e wayss you can find something similar here! Thanks for your request, I hope you like it! 😘💘

-L

Kuroo Tetsurou x reader.

Since you were a child, you've always spent all your afternoons playing volleyball. 

I mean you aka female version of Kageyama.

One day your mother took away your beloved volleyball for literally two hours cause you didn’t do the laundry.

You didn't talk to her for a WEEK lmao. 

When you met Kuroo, someone as passionate about volleyball as you, it didn't take long for you to get together. 

At the beginning they were just "combined workouts" between yours and his team, to train better against more powerful "enemies" in your case and more agiles one for him.

Then your simply “going outs” became strategic meetings cause you know,,, captains things,,, ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

Finally, you came to the conclusion that denying the evidence had no sense and you started officially dating.

(Lev was the only one surprised poor baby oops.)

That's how you found your fan no°1 cause you can bet your ass that the S in Kuroo Tetsuro stands for Supportive Boyfriend.

although volleyball takes a fairly important position within your relationship, there is much more between you two.

In the end it's just one of the many things that you two share and it gives you the opportunity to pull out some sides of your characters, such as the strategic one in Kuroo.

One day you spent a whole afternoon trying to list all of Bokuto's possible weaknesses and you even tried to bribe Akaashi (failing of course).

Then during one of your games, in an attempt to save a ball, you landed badly on one knee, severely damaging it and this led you to say goodbye to your beloved sport.

You were devastated: volleyball was all you had, or so it seemed to you at first.

Obviously Kuroo, being the amazing boyfriend he is, immediately showed you how many other beautiful things you still had in your life, starting with your teammates who had not abandoned you.

You still had your parents who loved you endlessly AND your perfect boyfriend, more caring than ever.

Literally: you just unlocked third parent package.

If Kuroo used to worry cause you passed to much time in the gym trying to improve your serves, now he keeps texting you to know if you need a help even to get dressed.

He! started! making! you! lunch!

“Because you don't do as much sport as before, you have to be even more careful about what you eat: mens sana in corpore sano."

“Testu what the fuck did you just said?”

He came from daddy to grandpa in two seconds lmao.

Now you spend half of the time making fun of him with Yaku.

don't tell Kuroo or he'll make sure to make things clear in your mind eheh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

He’s also very likely to ask you to be his team’s manager at some point cause,, you know,, you're a little genius and he needs you bc his team shares literally three brain cells (and they're all Kenma's).

At the end of the day, he really loves you and would do anything to make you happy.

[whenimaunicorn]

Ivar the Boneless Masterlist

Finally I put everything in one list... Ivar dominated a good two years of my writing so there is a fuckin’ lot under this cut... enjoy

Ivar x female!Reader

this is how a sin begins - Explicit, virgin Christian reader falling for the conqueror occupying her castle

Between Your Thighs - Explicit, humiliation and hate sex with a classic asshole taunting Ivar

Summer is Coming - Explicit, knife kink, choking kink, it’s actually pretty sweet how they bond over shared kinks in the Great Hall

Ivar’s Axe - Explicit, improvised sex toy, Dominance/submission

Fierce Gods Favor You - Explicit, Ivar’s really into the blood from the human sacrifice, magical sex

On Your Knees - Explicit, throne fetish

Make You Scream - Explicit, losing a sexy bet, cheating, dubcon

on the pool table - Explicit, drabble, modern!AU, flirting pool shark

what happened under the waves - General, mythic: Ran’s daughter saves Ivar from the usual afterlife when he drowns in 4x13

other drabbles - including a serial killer AU scene, a birthday spanking, and NSFW headcanons...

Hold Me Down Saga:

Part One: Hold Me Down. Sigrunn Haraldsdottir spends the summer at Kattegat as a hostage, to insure Harald Finehair’s loyalty during the voyage to the Mediterranean. Ivar Lothbrok quickly takes advantage of her captivity, finding in her a surprisingly willing pet to play with…

Part Two: Watch Me Drown. Sigrunn tries to resist Ivar when he returns from England, but his power over her heart only grows the more that they are kept apart. Is loving Ivar her destiny, or will the memory of his touch fade away like a bad dream when her father returns to Kattegat and frees her from her hostage status?

Part Three: Ride The Storm. Harald Finehair will allow Ivar to court his daughter so long as she entertains other suitors as well. Sigrunn is torn between acting the dutiful daughter and appeasing Ivar’s many moods and appetites, hoping that he will prove himself in England and her father will give them his blessing to marry. Ivar finds it very hard to be patient.

on to the Sandwich Fics:

Hvitserk x female!Reader x Ivar

Young Gods - Reader is shared by both Ivar and Hvitserk, and they race each other to get to her first after their victory in battle. Explicit

Ascension Day - set during Vikings 5x01; the Ragnarssons catch you and your friend alone in the woods on their way to taking York. Explicit, dubcon/coercion

The Virgin Spring - formerly “Efflorescence;” my retelling of the short film Uro but in Vikings canon. Also it gets way dirtier by the end than Uro, but with at least slightly better consent. Explicit, dubcon/coercion

The Cat That Got The Cream - Reader is a thrall in Ivar’s hall, sometimes shared with Hvitserk, and now visiting King Harald has his eye on her too… Explicit, dubcon/noncon, humiliation fetishes, one of my darker works.

Ubbe x female!Reader x Ivar

Playing House - In which Ivar and Ubbe come up with an interesting arrangement in exchange for free rent. College AU, Ivar/Reader/Ubbe, Dominance/submission   1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23

Puck’s Dream - Explicit; modern!AU where Reader is Ivar’s girlfriend and submissive. Hvitserk and Ubbe come over unannounced and Ivar’s in the mood to share... under strict conditions.

Truth or Dare: Puck’s Dream II - Explicit; modern!AU frat party, Ivar once again agrees to share with Ubbe, but makes sure that his brother can’t quite get everything he wants

everything in its season - myth!AU where reader is in a Persephone-like role… Ubbe is her summer husband, Ivar is in the Hades role

Snowed in with the Ragnarssons - otherwise known as the “too many dicks” fic. Reader is a slave being shared by all four boys while they’re bored up in the hunting cabin. Explicit group sex

Ivar x Original Female Characters x Sigurd

Seducing His Woman - Explicit; sub!Ivar; the boys’ wives get a little hot and heavy with each other before punishing/rewarding Ivar and Sigurd

Ivar x female Reader x Harald x Halfdan

The Terms of Your Surrender - Explicit, noncon; the Reader is a rival Queen now captive of Harald, Halfdan, and Ivar. Detailed warnings on the post.

Ivar x Lagertha 

Smile For The Camera - modern!AU, crack, spite, fake dating

[diabolikwriter]

Karneval

Sorry if Uro and the others are ooc I made this a few months ago

Uro x Female Reader

(Y/N)'s P.OV

"Miss (y/n) it's time to wake up." A voice said, rudely interrupting my sleep.

"Go away Uro, I'm trying to sleep." I said, almost getting dragged into dreamland again.

"Then I'll just have to find Mr. Palnedo and tell him that his granddaughter refuses to leave her bed, he's gonna be so disappointed in you." Uro said, I knew that he were only saying that to make me get up.

Groggily I sat up, with my hair sticking out everywhere, and I rubbed my (e/c) eyes.

"Yeah yeah, I am up are you happy now?" Asked I, This was just not my day.

"Yes I am." Answered Uro. After that not many words were exchanged, only my occasional hissing and cursing when Uro were brushing my (h/l) (h/c) hair.

"Sorry young miss, but your bed hair is exceptionally knotted, and you don't even toss or turn that much when you sleep, although I do feel sorry for that pillow that you cuddles with at night. It looks kinda empty and flat." He said with amusement laced in his voice.

"Pervert, looking at 16 years old girls while they're sleeping." Uro gave a chuckle at that.

When Uro was done brushing my hair and let the maids take over, he went outside and stood in front of the door. 'He always waits for me, in a way it's kinda sweet. Wait stop right there (y/n) what are you thinking?!' Shaking my head to clear my thoughts I realised that the maids were done dressing me, I nodded my head to show them my thanks.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was loose as always and I had a (f/c) flower crown on my head.

The light make-up that the maids have given me on were complimenting my (e/c) eyes and making them look bigger.

I had a (f/c) dress on that went to just under my knees, and it were just perfect fit for my body.

Uro knocked on the door and opened it. "Are you ready?" He asked, looking at me with a look in his eyes that I have never seen before.

"Uro are you okay? You are looking at me in a weird way."

Said I worried.

"Yes young miss I'm fine, the maids have just done a perfect job today." Said Uro,

and when he saw me blushing he smirked.

"What a pretty blush you have there."

"Hush, Uro." I said lightly smacking Uro on his chest. Uro just continued smirking.

"Shall we go. I think we've kept Mr. Palnedo waiting long enough." He said while holding the door for me.

"We shall." Answered I. Palnedo is my grandfather, I'm visiting him because I'm on a vacation, that's my parents excuse even though I know that they just want me out of the house. Right now we were on our way to eat breakfast with grandfather and my dear cousin Erishuka, it's not that I hate her, it's just that she's so desperate to get Karoku's full attention.

We reached the dining room and Uro pulled a chair out for me.

"Good morning (y/n)." Grandpa said with a little smile tugging at his lips.

"Good morning grandfather, and also good morning to you Erishuka." I said smiling sweetly, I heard a little snicker coming from Uro he knew about my problems concerning Erishuka, but when I looked at him he looked as neutral as always. I just lifted my eyebrow at him, and Uro smirked in return.

"Good morning (y/n)." Said Erishuka, I could see that it annoyed her that Uro and I were that close, grandpa just looked at me knowingly.

After a very quiet breakfast, I left the table knowing that Uro was supposed to take care of Erishuka, so I just fetched a book from the library and sat down under a tree.

'If only Uro knew about my feelings, then this would be so much easier, but I know that he will never feel the same way. Who would I bet he only see me as an ugly burden, maybe I should just pack my things and go home.'

With that thought I stood up and went out to find my grandfather.

*Timeskip*

I stood in front of my grandfathers door, I knocked on it.

"come in." Was heard from the other side.

I opened the door and luckily only grandpa were in his office.

'It's good that Uro aren't in here, I don't think that I would be able to speak with grandpa if he were. Well it's now or never.'

"What is it (y/n)?" Grandpa asked all his attention were on me, I took a deep breath.

"I would like to go home." I stated. 'Nice (y/n), keep it short.'

"Why?"

"I just want to go home, I miss my parents." Answered I trying to make it sound like the truth grandpa lifted his eyebrow

"You're missing your parents? You gotta do better than that, you never miss your parents." Grandpa said leaning forward in his chair.

"You're right I just wanna go home." Answered I with a sigh.

"When"

"When what?"

"When are you going home?"

"Today if it's fine with you grandfather."

"It's fine, but I want to ask you a question."

I nodded signalling grandpa to continue.

"This isn't because of Uro is it?" Asked grandpa studying me closely.

"Wha!!! N-no of course not."

Stuttered I, grandpa lifted his eyebrows.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Y-y-yes I am."

"Well then, go pack your things." Grandpa said signalling for me to go.

I turn around and went to my room, unknowing to me was that Uro had heard it all.

*Timeskip*

I was packing the last of my clothes when I heard someone knock on my door.

"Come in!"

I heard my door open then close, I turned around to greet the person only to discover that it was Uro.

"Uro What are you doing in here?" Asked I.

"You are leaving?" Asked Uro, it almost looked like he was sad.

'Who am I kidding he wouldn't be sad, now he don't need to look after me.'

It was actually quite heartbreaking to know that he only thought of me as a burden.

"Yes I am leaving, I missed my parents so I decided to go home and annoy them while giving you some peace." I said putting on a fake smile, I packed the last of my things and then took my bag and walked past Uro who were just looking at the floor with an unreadable expression,

I didn't get that far past him before he asked me a question his voice cutting through the silence.

"Do you think that you're annoying me?"

Ouch the words hurt when they were said out loud, my eyes were starting to water.

"Of course why wouldn't you, I'm a burden to everyone else so why not also to you?" Answered I, my voice were shaking.

Tears started to run down my cheeks.

"Goodbye Uro."

I said.

Suddenly Uro grabbed my wrist.

"Why can't you see?"

Asked Uro his voice dangerously low.

"What do you mean?"

Were the words I managed to choke out.

"You are not annoying me,

in fact I'm enjoying your company and the rest in this house feels the same." Uro went closer to me and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"But of course the others does not have the same feelings as I do." I started blushing, and Uro were chuckling in a low and seducing way.

"I love you (y/n)."

"You can't love me, I'm not worthy of your love!"

"Yes I can, and I will."

Uro said leaning down to kiss me.

Heat were spreading all around my body, his kiss were rough but passionate, I could feel the love in it.

"Now please just let me show you how much I love you."

After those words followed a wild night full of passion and love, and by morning there were no doubts, he loved me and I loved him.

[thecrazyanimegirl]

Can you write a Uro x Reader Karneval oneshot, where Uro recruits Reader?

Someone read my list of husbandos thoroughly ;) 

I’m so happy with this request! Thank you kind anon!

When you are in need ofmoney, there is probably no job that you would turn down as long as it is inyour range of dignity and moral acceptance. I don’t even remember anymore howmany job interviews I had in the past few months of poverty so when I heardthat the local residence was in search for an assistant, I applied instantly. Ipaid no heed to what the detailed description of the job required of me andrushed to the address that the invitation letter told me to come.

I was greeted by a tallhandsome man in a suit who motioned me to follow him. I was too afraid to speaka word, so I bowed politely and walked behind him. I stared into his mocha coloredhair and suddenly got the urge to drink coffee. As he guided me to his office,I observed the interior design of the mansion.

Hundreds of oil paintingsdecorated the dark halls, telling the history of this household. Some of themdepicted different people, who I supposed were ancestors, and others showedvarious locations of probably further manors this family owned.

I was seated in a burgundychair and offered a cup of tea.

“So, my lady. What bringsyou to this interview? What makes you think you are competent for this kind ofjob?”

Various thought racedthrough my head as I tried to come up with a reason for his question, with oneparticular wish lingering that whole time around. I still preferred coffee overtea.

“To be honest, I haven’tactually read the required characteristics I’m supposed to have, so I will gowith I just need money.”

He looked at me utterlydispleased with a hint of repulsion.

“If there is any needfor a personal guard, I can be quiet effective! I am an ex-mercenary…” I addedquickly to keep the conversation going on.

Now he looked a little bitmore interested than before.

“I can also clean, runadministration, clothe corsets, make coffee or…”

“Okay, okay. I get it.” Heinterrupted my rambling.

He stood by the windowfor a few moments, thinking intensely, and smiled. Probably because he came upwith a brilliant idea.

“You are hired.” He circledaround me to fetch a piece of paper and a pen.

“Umm… okay?” A contractwas placed in front of me, written out in a decorative penmanship which I had areally hard time reading it. I signed it with a hint of suspicion and shiftedin my seat.

“From today, you willserve under my surveillance.”

Wow. This is intense.

“You will assist younglady Eleska during her daily routine so that I am relieved of that duty…” this is so sneaky “…and in the laterhours I will have you do chores in my privates.” What?

I looked at him confusedbut it seemed that he didn’t catch it as I did.

“I will guide you toyour private chambers and someone will bring you your new attire later.”

Wait. What did just happen?

“I’m pleased that youwill work for me, young lady.”

He smiled viciously andkissed my hand, softly brushing his lips over my skin as he whispered the lastsentence.

“By the way, you cancall me master Uro.”