#where are my skulls that open out like flowers or my teeth in place of fingernails or my nerve fibers that do peristalsis huh

[skinnamon39]

occasionally I see some art tagged as body horror and it's just like. some intestines hanging out or a stray eyeball. my good sir that's gore

[the-ghost-bird]

Oh what's my gender? It's where lies the strangling fruit that came from the hand of the sinner I shall bring forth the seeds of the dead to share with the worms that gather in the darkness and surround the world with the power of their lives while from the dimlit halls of other places forms that never were and never could be writhe for the impatience of the few who never saw what could have been. In the black water with the sun shining at midnight, those fruit shall come ripe and in the darkness of that which is golden shall split open to reveal the revelation of the fatal softness in the earth. The shadows of the abyss are like the petals of a monstrous flower that shall blossom within the skull and expand the mind beyond what any man can bear, but whether it decays under the earth or above on green fields, or out to sea or in the very air, all shall come to revelation, and to revel, in the knowledge of the strangling fruit—and the hand of the sinner shall rejoice, for there is no sin in shadow or in light that the seeds of the dead cannot forgive. And there shall be in the planting in the shadows a grace and a mercy from which shall blossom dark flowers, and their teeth shall devour and sustain and herald the passing of an age. That which dies shall still know life in death for all that decays is not forgotten and reanimated it shall walk the world in the bliss of not-knowing. And then there shall be a fire that knows the naming of you, and in the presence of the strangling fruit, its dark flame shall acquire every part of you that remains.

[yandere-yearnings]

ultraviolence by LDL except it's sun ❤️

i KNOW he's meant to be a cute author yan but to me he is EVIL and i think about that one "don't wanna take ur eyes away" drabble u wrote a lot more than i should dar. u did this to me. 😓😓

my apologies genie😔���� hope giving you this (non-canon) evil sun will make up for it🤧 i was gonna add some flower motifs and stuff bc yk,, ✨️ultraviolence✨️ but i've been distracted so it got lost on me lmao

putting this one under a cut bc it's vv heavy on the implied abuse and domestic violence + reader is some sort of emotionally manipulated w/ stockholm syndrome (??) also this is definitely my worst piece writing-wise and i'm embarrassed haha subby sun enjoyers pls look away he is not very bby boy in this

There was a place he would take you to. Blindfolded in the passenger seat of his car, windows rolled down so you could feel the breeze, warm like his hand on your thigh, like the laughter swapped in breaths between the two of you. You loved him so much, not once did you question his taking your vision from you, even if only momentarily.

He promised to show you only beautiful things. You believed him.

It was a garden. Basked in green lights and shimmering white. A place where daybreak seemed eternal, because Sun only brought you there on the brightest summer mornings. He’d lift the cloth from your eyes, and each time without fail, the ethereal world around you was lost to his radiant smile. Narrowed to brown irises brimming gold, you’d dance to unspoken vows, whispered to the winds on chaste kisses. All you wanted was to spend the rest of your life with him. For that, you’d given him everything.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

Running through this empty concert hall in the dead of night; an impulsive game of cat and mouse coordinated by slivers from the dying moon. Why was it that the more distance you put between you, the more you felt you were leaving yourself behind?

Open doors to the rain outside, and the coldness of it all should’ve woken you up. That scent of mud and dirt, the taste of iron at the back of your teeth, the way you felt your heart would burst from all that welled inside — yet for a minutes, you waited there. Minutes, wishing you could feel those hands on your swollen ankles. That Sun would drag you back to him before you could make the stupid decision to walk away again.

Discordant crashes and bangs and the sound of familiar footsteps. Your grip loosened on the handle. He didn’t even chase you anymore. Sun knew you, and you knew yourself, too. You were hopeless, even if it hurt. If he were to pin you down and break your legs like he always said he would, you would feign ignorance to it all. Staring into the endless blackness that vignetted from the four corners of this grand auditorium, you’d revisit the evening he’d invited you to the orchestra with him, and pretend you remained there. 

Blind-eyed, and finally, arms around your hips. You could hear the violins. “Should I bury you, baby?” fingers snaking up, prints in purple to the column of your throat, “is that what you want?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I don’t know what’ll fix me.”

“Nothing can.” Sun was the knife and needle all at once. Nails digging into your skin, twisting your head to meet his gaze. He’d snap your neck. You were sure of it. “But it’s okay,” a soft smile, your foreheads touched. “I’ve loved you ugly, haven’t I?”

He had. Sun loved you even when his name on your skin had scabbed into a disgusting cluster of blood and tissue. He loved you when you were beaten and broken. Touched you so tenderly afterwards, you could completely forget it was him that slammed your skull against the floorboards — so insistently to the point the wood was stained to its core. Maybe it all got skewed in your head then, but you didn’t care anymore. Nobody would understand what you felt with him. You’d no longer be able to imagine life if you were to take him out of yours.

“Your legs hurt, don’t they?” he cooed, moving to stand in front of you. His thumb brushed your cheek, and came away wet. “You’re crying.”

You sniffled, leaning in, nuzzling into his all-encompassing warmth. “I don’t mean to.” It was strange how all else became insignificant like this. “I’m not sad.”

“That’s good.” Sun glanced outside, and there were strings tugging your stomach to your lungs. You wanted his attention back on you. You wanted everything from him. His deepest desires unravelled in pillow talk alone, had become your own. Now, it made sense.

So you didn’t refuse when he ushered you to your knees. Sun's praise was sweet, tone dulcet and sombre and safe when he told you to follow him, to crawl — looking out for you as always because your knees were in better shape than your feet.

The rain in rivulets over him, shirt damp quick, and sticking to his skin. Sun showed you his backbone. The smile coming to your lips felt wiry. He must’ve trusted you as much as you did him. 

“Will you take me home?”

“No,” he muttered. “To the garden. We’ll dig your grave.”

[osleeplessflowero]

// haven't written red in a hot minute, might as well experiment! 📖 Fairytale AU series! ft. an Assassin Red? 👀 ❤️ Reader is Gender Neutral as always, SOUL is up to you! 🗡️First Oneshot (You're here!) Second Oneshot (Coming Soon)

You run. You run as far as you possibly can, your cloak flowing out behind you as you run through the woods, grabbing onto trees and launching yourself forwards to get a head start.

A dagger, or rather a sharpened bone, flies by your face just barely missing it and landing in a tree in front of you. You turn left, clutching your bag of spell ingredients to your side.

Being chased by someone who's out for your head in return for some gold was not on your schedule for today!

"you may as well stop runnin'," The assassin shouts from behind you, keeping up at a rapid pace. "it's pointless!"

You dodge another sharpened bone, looking back at the skeleton behind you with a glare. "And let you just fucking kill me? YOU WISH-"

"i can see why they found it so hard to kill ya before, you've got plenty of stamina-" He throws a few more bones, you jumping over them to the best of your ability.

"Who hired you?" You stand behind a tree, backing up when a bone goes through it and running again. No time to catch your breath when your life's on the line..

"confidential." "Of course." You roll your eyes, opening your spellbook and looking for something to possibly help your situation. A transport spell? Protection spell? Anything??

You see your hideout up ahead, contemplating locking yourself in there, but you really don't want an assassin to know where you live, so you take a right.

The light of the sun shines through the trees harshly, a spotlight on the chase. Woodland creatures peek their heads out from behind the trees to watch. Fairies fly about, sitting in flowers and whispering to each other to give commentary.

The skeleton was starting to get tired now, but he couldn't stop running. He really didn't want another lecture from his brother about "Slacking Off". He adjusts his dark red cloak, the fur on it soft against his skull.

You're good at dodging, he'll give you that. You've managed to avoid every single bone he's thrown your way with relative ease. Most people would've been down by the second one. He can respect your skills, even if you're the person who he needs to kill for this bounty.

Thoughts race through your mind. Your potential killer is running right behind you, and you're running out of places to, well, run to. Who could've possibly wanted you killed? You've left your past life behind, they don't have to worry about you showing your face again. So who could possibly want you dead?

As you become further and further lost in thought, you feel the side of a bone (the non-sharpened side, that is) hit the side of your torso, knocking you down onto the cold ground. You back up quickly, holding your side with one of your hands as the skeleton slowly walks towards you, bone in hand. His sharp teeth are on display as he grins down at you, a single gold tooth glistening in the light. You try to get up, but he holds you down with one of his boots, leaning his arm on his knee as you wince.

"well, look at that..seems i caught ya."

"Let me go!" You struggle, trying to push him off of you.

"can't, sorry 'bout that." He watches you continue to struggle despite this, raising a browbone. "now, what's someone like you doin' to get a price this big on their head? gotta be somethin' pretty damn bad."

"I don't know why someone wants me dead, I haven't spoken to anyone in a year. I'm just trying to live my life out here, not be bothered by people I knew in the past."

"huh.. so you have no idea why?"

"No! I don't want anything to do with them, that's for sure. I didn't ask for this, I haven't done anything."

"hm. well, that's a pity-" He raises a bone above you.

"WAIT!" You hold out your hands, halting his kill. He lets out an annoyed huff, staring down at you.

"what? what is it now?"

"You don't have to kill me, I can give you double what they gave."

"yeah right, they offered me a fortune to bring your soul back to 'em in a pretty little box." "I have a shop, I make a ton of profits. I can give you some in exchange for you not killing me. Wouldn't you rather get your gold from someone who isn't corrupt?"

He averts his single visible eyelight to the side. He's thinking about it.. Please let this work. You're running out of options here.

"you mean to tell me you can give me more than royalty?" "Yes. ..Just let me live, and I can show you."

He hums in acknowledgement. In truth, you didn't really..seem like someone that should have a price on your head. Something about the aura around you. You never fought back when he first encountered you, instead choosing to run immediately.

If he could get more gold from you than from some entitled tyrant, he'd choose the former option any day.

"alright, i'll bite. i'm goin' with ya to get it, though. no funny business, or it won't just be your heart i'm takin' back." He points the sharpened edge of the bone above you against your raised chin to emphasize his point.

"Okay. Get off me first, then." You deadpan, before he lowers his weapon, stepping off you. You get up and dust yourself off with a huff. Might as well go find the shop..good thing you don't live in there.

It's a mostly quiet walk there, with the exception of the sounds of nature around you. You perk up since the silence is starting to unsettle you.

"Y'know, I can actually give you an alternative soul if you need one for "proof" that you killed me. So you can still get paid without any questions." "..you have a human soul?" He narrows his eyesockets at you. "I have my business, you have yours. You want it or not?" You look back at him. "if you actually have what you promised, i'll accept it." He shrugs. You let out a sigh as you finally reach your potions and medicine shop, unlocking the door.

The skeleton glances around at all the different plants inside, both magical and natural. Potions are on various shelves as well as ingredients to make them. He probably should've guessed you're a mage of some kind, seeing as you literally have one of the hats on your head right now.

You go behind the counter, looking through several cabinets for what you need.

"you got any poisoned apples or spindles for princesses to prick their fingers on in here?" He jokes, earning an eye roll from you.

"I'm not allowed to sell those anymore." You reply, continuing to look. That causes him to pause and look in your direction, before letting out a laugh. So you've got jokes too, huh?

"funny." "I try." You pull quite a few hefty bags of gold out of your cabinet, sitting them on the desk and taking out some gems you found while exploring some crystal caves. "This enough?"

"holy shit, you weren't kiddin'." "Duh. My life was on the line." "well, fair 'nuff. deal's a deal." He takes what you gave him, hiding it all in his cloak with magic.

You slide over a container, motioning for him to give you the box in one of his hands. He sits it down, and you transfer the pieces of a deceased person's soul into it. Thankfully it's the same color as your own, so it's more convincing.

"heheh. pleasure doin' business, human."

You correct him, telling him your name.

"huh.. guess we aren't strangers now. name's red. nice to meet'cha." "You too, I suppose..skeleton that almost tried to murder me and cut out my soul." "gotta work somehow." He slides over a stool, sitting at the counter. You rest your arms on said counter, curious.

"you mind if i stick around? 'm not ready to go back there yet." "Uh..go ahead, if you want. I'll just organize some stuff."

And you do just that, the skeleton sitting and observing. Once he gets to talking, the two of you go through various topics of interest, both shared and opposing. When he's not trying to kill you, he's a bit of a charmer in truth. You can see yourself getting along with him.

"And so that's.." You pause mid sentence, seeing the skeleton has fallen asleep. With an amused smile and a huff, you pull out your wand and conjure up a blanket, letting it fall over him and deciding to let him rest.

You walk over to one of the window seats, lying down yourself and letting your hat rest over your face.

Morning arrives. Red sits up, confused, before remembering what happened previously. He feels the blanket over his shoulders and smiles a little bit, looking over at your sleeping form.

"not bad. not bad at all." Is all he says before walking out. Yeah..he'll be back later.

[fiveguysshake]

QSMP: The First Generation of Quesadilla Island

Context: in my head canon, I believe that the current members of Quesadilla island were the “eggs” of a previous generation, with the exception of a few members. Here’s a story of that head canon! :3

this is the first official installment!

Title: None (All) Is Lost

The fields here are so deceptively beautiful. Flowers sway in the wind, their delicate petals flying off to the cliffs and forests. Deceptively small. Deceptively bright. From the second they arrived by train, they knew this place would be their end.

There were a myriad of different people. Doctors, lawyers, Gods, businessmen, and the like. Each stuck in this situation. In the beginning, some of them tried to escape by following the train tracks.

Yet, they always ended up back where they started.

“I think this place is some sort of universal exception.” A young, peppy-looking woman with neon green hair spoke up. “Like, a pocket universe, or something!”

Another woman turned to her. She had long, dark hair and prosthetic hands. An unmistakably tired look on her face seemed to overshadow her otherwise cheerful mood.

“Then we should get acquainted with one another,” She holds her hand out for a handshake. “I’m Pandora.”

The woman doesn’t seem to know what to do with Pandora’s handshake, so she gives it a weird looking high five.

“I’m Maria.”

Pandora laughs at the awkward handshake. “You’re not from my planet, are you? You don’t seem to be, unless you’re part of the little few who aren’t livin’ in the wasteland.”

A man straight from the hippie era gasps, running over to Pandora with a metallic-sounding step. “A waste-lander!”

“You too?” Pandora puts a hand on her hip, giving a snarky smile. The overall tone took a turn for the better.

That’s not what Mayday saw, though.

The fields that surrounded them, as if the train station had appeared out of nowhere. The feeling that someone was watching them was something the group couldn’t shake off. Nonetheless, they all stood there and laughed. Introducing each other, talking about their previous lives before they arrived.

Some sort of…coping mechanism. Not to Mayday. Through the lens of a half-rotted dog skull, concealing his bloodied, sharp teeth, Mayday saw the truth of it all. He observed the group. A daughter of a Goddess talked to an unsuspecting astral traveler; An older man offering a boy with ursus features a mint; And the most unusual of all, The God of Atoms, who kept to himself on the opposite side of the crowd. Staring with those dead eyes of his, star-like clusters flying past his paper helmet’s openings.

Mayday walked through the crowd without catching attention to himself, confronting the floating God.

“What an odd place for a God to be.”

“And what an odd place for a runaway to be, and yet, the Universe has put us in the same place. One believes it is fate.”

“Your kind disgusts me.”

Mayday walks away from the old God with his hands in his pockets, but not before he is stopped by an arm that looks as if it was dipped in the universe’s gift.

“One must know your name, before you depart.”

“You’ll know it one day, and once you do, you’ll know it’s the day you die.”

“You think you’re strong enough to fight a God?”

The being hovers over Mayday’s head, comets shooting past the openings in his helmet.

“One must remind you -“ He continues. “Alex - you’re nothing but a blink in One’s lifespan. If One were to kill you, it would make no difference. You are no different than any other person.”

“You Gods are all the same. High and mighty, acting as if the secret they know isn’t known amongst mortals.”

The God of Atoms - who you may know as Antoine - snaps. He wraps those broad hands, filled with galaxies unimaginable, around Mayday’s neck. By now, it has caught the attention of the rest of the group, who are watching in silence.

The sound of Mayday losing breath - while quiet - is as apparent as a clap of thunder. His mask ungracefully falls off of his face, revealing the mess underneath. Scars and skin grafts; a nose with no left side; it was as if a dog had gotten to him and ripped his face off.

“Let go of him this instant, Atom.”

Mina Halo, with skin that looked like lava, seeping with fire in cracks on her skin. The daughter of the Goddess of Flame. An unmistakably southern twinge on her voice, yet it lacked any hospitality.

“Stand down, child of Flame. This does not concern you.”

“It absolutely does, Atom. You should know that hurting a mortal is against the code of higher beings.”

Atom sneers and drops Mayday, leaving him to cough on the ground, grasping for his mask. Once he composes himself, he puts his mask right where it belongs, and pats off the dust on his clothes.

“Whatever,” The astral traveler from before speaks up, her hair as white as snow. She’s small and skinny, with a black eye patch covering her right eye. “Does no one else notice that we’re being watched?”

“I ignored it in hopes it would go away.” The old man responds, offering her a mint. She declines.

And from the distance, on the edge of the forest, a tall figure emerges. A long, white tail sways in an angry manner. Strikingly large eyes that seem to glow in the shadow it basks in. As it walks towards them, it brings up a hand - or paw, something the group wasn’t sure of - to a hologramic tablet. It presses something. It speaks at a loud volume.

“Welcome to the island, miau.”

[adelaidedrubman]

wip wednesday actually doing it and everything!

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wildfire chapter 18 is very slowly chugging along, and we are still in the henbane era. so warnings for disturbing hallucinations, violence, gore, death, general grossness, etc.

“‘Thing’ is the key fucking word there, Rook,” Jess scoffed, suddenly behind her. She hated the archer’s skill for sneaking up like that. “Those fucker’s brains have been fried way past human a long time ago.”

Jessie spared a glare to the bouquet clasped in their lap. “Brains or no, you were just doing what nature told you to,” she mumbled, speaking to the dead stranger rather than Jess as she pried their fingers from the stems. “Wandering towards these damn flowers and all.”

She tossed the mask and the bouquet up to the fire pit, hearing it crackle and burn to release a last smoky burst of perfume. 

She lowered her gaze to the freshly exposed portion of the Angel’s face, trailing along the raw, bloody skin of chapped lips and peering past them to rows of yellowed, crooked teeth. 

“Hey, uh… Dep? Is there — Is there a reason you’re staring at that thing?” Sharky’s voice registered unexpectedly — which was odd, he’d never had Jess’s knack for sneaking up on Jestiny. “’Cause lemme tell ya, if you — If you think it’s someone you used to recognize, just… Better not to go down that road, man, y’know? I think it’s better for your like — self-care or whatever to just… Burn ’em to a crisp and not think too hard about…” 

The dead weight of their jaw had fallen far enough she could see the cavities that had rotted into their bottom molars — save for one on the left that had fallen out entirely, leaving only fleshy mounds of gum screaming an angry cherry bright enough to blend into the blood pooling into the sockets from the severity of the inflammation. And she swore their jaw remained as still and slackened as ever as they finally spoke, a bright, melodic bell of a voice that now rang inside her as tangible and familiar as her own pulse. 

“You’ll join us,” the words poured from their mouth even as it hung open, the only hint of movement the blood bubbling up from their throat with the steady vibration of their speech. “You can finally be at peace, here, in the bliss.” 

Their maw seemed to widen further yet, stench wafting out from it, a gaping void of sickness and decay she couldn’t look away from. And then words and blood congealed, crimson settling in the grooves of crooked and rotting teeth as airy sing-song hardened into guttural scream, piercing her ears — piercing her flesh, pain spiking along her forearm as incisors sank into it. 

“Fuck!” She grew suddenly aware with the sharp sting drilling deeper into muscle that the Angel had lunged forward to clamp down hard on her arm, their deep growl now humming through her flesh as they locked into place. 

Jestiny attempted to jerk the arm away — only succeeding in slicing open more skin as teeth dragged, pain zipping along their path. 

She swung the arm forward, sending the back of their skull crashing against the brick of the fire pit — hoping briefly the impact would knock them unconscious. But clouded white stayed opened wide, cotton-dry and failing to even glisten with tears, a sea foam abyss she couldn’t escape, couldn’t shutter off. 

She thrust her free hand to their shoulder, pulled them forward — then shoved back again, a fresh ripple of pain sparking where teeth dug into skin as she slammed them against the stone. 

“Hold fucking still!” The twang of a bowstring drawing. “Can’t get a clear fucking shot with —” 

The crack of bone against rock. Her hand lifted to their forehead, a duller thud of pain smacking against its heel as she slammed them back again. And again. And again. And again. 

A sharper pain, as the hand cracked through splintered skull — then soft again, landing against a cushion of brain, blood trickling down her arm. 

Warm. Soothing. 

She kept her palm shoved in the cavern of cracked open skull as she jerked the arm from their jaws, dislodging easily this time.

She scrambled back, rushing to stand — Dead? she wondered. Were they really dead? Even with flecks of brain ground into the heel of her hand, spilling from the jagged, jutting slopes of bone: were they? Could they be? 

“Coulda just stayed still and let me shoot the fucker,” Jess grumbled beside her. “Woulda made a lot less of a mess.” 

“Well, fuck, Jess!” she snapped, flailing an arm to wave her away — too close, everyone was too close. “A little fuckin’ easier said than done with them fucking playing Hungry Hungry Hippo with my goddamn arm!” 

[chim-aera]

Fawn

I don't know what I'm doing. it feels strange, like I'm spinning out of orbit into nothingness, stringing together words for some picturesque portrait no one will ever care to see.

but now it's worse.

gods when I did become this pitiful, I like to scream, shout, claws out, teeth bared but I'll bow my head and sit at heel if commanded well enough.

like any good dog.

bitch.

I'm certainly one, but in more ways then one.

I've been fighting with myself, my entire life. but this, I don't like this. I'm drowning, not the sea, salt water cleansing and stinging no this is sickening sweet sap choking me, swelling into my lungs dragging me under.

I've traded my aptitude to be called a clever girl and for a scratch on my chin, no matter if that grip is slowly crushing me like an overripe pomegranate, skull and all, wincing as I feel my jaw click out of socket, only for rough fingers just to shove it back into place.

"it looks better that way, you've got nice cheekbones, hate to waste em".

whatever that means.

my heart feels like a frightened bird. wings beating, slamming itself against the cage bars, cages.

oh gods cages.

why, I've traded my own cage, flitting forward, sticking my head out to poke it into another, brassy trap, intriguing, but far less safe.

what if I do get out only to stumble into another, a fox purposely putting her head into the noose.

standing frozen, not fear, not eyes wide, headlights shone back, moon pale, terrified at the sight of the inevitable, but a moth dancing, feather light and frivolous to catch flames, on wilted, withered little wings.

I'm no Icarus, gods, no, gods are kinder. at least Apollo had the mercy to offer a tender, albeit burning caress, a kiss on the forehead, blazing and hellfire bright then sent him down to the cool, soothing embrace of the sea.

men have no such mercy.

what am I doing? this is a rope I've not yet fallen from, yet every day I wear it thinner.

gods I've met those I truly care for, that care for me in return yet I feel I'm only picking up a torch and setting myself alight in front of them.

I can't say I know how Callisto felt, when I do this to myself.

I write my own preordained, predestined downfall, leaning into open palms for gentle little praises, not even caring as those hands slowly slide down to my throat.

choking, gagging on my ineptitude, on magnitude, pride, hedonistic sadistic twisted desires.

tears stain my cheeks, stinging, and salty, and I bare my teeth but there's no fight left.

a hound rolling back her gums to yawn.

where did my claws go?

I want to feel clean, Hestia, Athena, I haven't been since I was three.

gap toothed and grinning and wild, all moon flowers and morning glories and mud pies.

now I'm not sure even what I am anymore.

siren, seductress,

victim, prey.

I'm not prey, not anymore, gods why do I make myself out to be?

when did I become so meek.

I'm not in danger so why do I actively seek it out.

I've not been marred by that many hands scraping my flesh but the eyes burn into me I want to disappear a Helm of invisibility, to evade perception, sight, to flee.

give me back my talons or better yet give me back my wings.

Demeter, sometimes I wonder, I think I'd prefer your arms, even if I seek safety from another. what if, and only what if, those stories were frivolous, fanciful little tales Kore told herself to keep herself sane while she spent six months in darkness, flinching at his touch.

gods when will these hands be curled around my throat when will this pain become bruises.

I'm so damn scared yet I'm only flirting with my own mortality.

my own fragility.

look at me

I may hold fight, but I go down like a wounded dove. dragged down like a deer with dogs ripping into him. antlers clashed against tree trunks.

I purposely step into the snare, my gaze pleading at the hunter only to watch him prolong my misery.

it isn't good.

Arachne, these aren't your webs, but they hold me fast, hooked into my skin like bitter little burrs, Artemis I know you've never fancied me, not since I was infinite and barking with coyotes, now my own fox bark is sharp and shrill screaming for the wilderness while I hypocritically tame myself.

how does one live untouched?

I suppose when one's father is a king with ways like his you understand quickly, how to survive.

but Artemis, I don't think I'd have shot Actaeon, what if he got to me first, hands digging into the soft of my thighs, and I go still, blank, waiting till it's all over.

"Zeus would have his way with you, you'd just have to let him hold you down."

I don't even know how to feel.

gods, I'd take a god, a giant, a bear. a forest fire, a storm, the noose. anything but that.

please let me keep running, don't let them snap my ankles, don't let them cut out my tongue, I don't want to be a nightingale no matter how much I sing, sister don't wed him. buzzard blights and rotting flesh, a child sacrificed for his father's sins.

don't let me go god tongued, divine destruction. at least Cassandra was avenged.

I wish to be Penelope-cunning, Clytemnestra-fierce, but I'm Helen all along, gods I may not be beautiful but I'm sought after all the same hands clasping and clawed and cruel, not all, oh surely not all!

of course not.

but the ones that are clever enough to truly snatch me, it won't end well for me.

please.

I'm scared.

I'm in a cage, cushioned, with lyre and lavender, why am I trading it for iron and bruises?

or even a golden collar pull me down by my chain, palms pressing against linoleum or carpet, my cheek pressed down against linens, a cage is better then that.

bring me to my knees and hold me down, I'll pull my own wrists behind my spine and let my gaze go soft, nothing. numb.

when did I become a fawn?

I suppose my mother taught that to me.

I never could fight back to her.

now look at me.

let's only pray whoever does catch me, is kinder then I anticipate, is kinder then a man, or better yet, gods, grant me strength.

[pearthery]

excerpt of my work in progress fic about kagura where i write from the perspective of an oedo-mart cashier, except this excerpt doesn’t even have kagura in it, it is just my narrator and our venerable neighbour hedoro-san 

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The first time Hedoro-san entered my Oedo Mart, we all thought we were going to die. He seemed, at the time, impossibly big, possessed of impossibly large teeth and horns, and had a face that looked a lot like a terrible man-eating beast emerged straight from the lines of a sutra. My manager had frozen up next to the fridges looking like his eyes would roll back into his skull. Someone fainted, I recall. Someone else screamed until they ran out of air and fainted too. I felt like I was going to throw up.

It turned out though that Hedoro-san was an angel. After a while, he even got upgraded from angel to Bodhisattva. Hedoro-san, as we soon discovered, is much sweeter than his appearance would imply, and freakishly docile.

I've always been mild-tempered, even before I started working as a cashier. As a kid, I was known for keeping my temper, despite being surrounded by the most incorrigible little rats on the street. But still, even I would snap if people kept charging at me with swords. Hell, I'd snap if people kept bursting into tears every time I walked into a room. We're really lucky that Hedoro-san is so friendly and oblivious and impervious to damage and on the path to Buddhahood. For him, being swung at with sharp metal objects means nothing more than papercuts and reasons to indulge in Jello Mitty bandaids. He doesn't even bat an eyelid. Not even a twitch of an eyelash. Given, I don't think he has eyelashes.

"Actually," says Hedoro-san suddenly, bowing his head in grave regret. "I forgot one more thing. Forgive me for the delay."

While I'm trying to pick up the massive sacks of mulch I hadn't even known we sold, Hedoro-san continues to reminisce.

"Neither am I the only visitor to your planet to have been embraced with open arms. Often, I see that little Yato strolling about the streets, greeted happily by all who lock eyes with her and regarding them just as warmly in return. The Yato are a warrior race, did you know? Few places in the galaxy would be so amicable to one of their kind as you have been."

"Kagura-chan?" I wheeze. Hedoro-san kindly lifts up one of the bags to release my trapped arm. "I know her. Everyone loves her."

"That is the wondrousness of it," says Hedoro-san.

"Yesterday, she bought out all of our watermelon popsicles," I say, wheezing less. "I'm kind of wondering what she could possibly need it for. I know watermelon popsicles are really popular in summer, but I can't imagine what she needs that many for."

"Perhaps she is greedy for all your planet can offer," says Hedoro-san, tilting his head and making the flower on top wobble slightly. "I know that I am. Perhaps she wants to glut herself on all the sweetness that this place can give her, grasping for everything that she couldn't have before."

"Maybe," I say, nodding along. "That could be it." Though he might be making it sound more dramatic than it really is. Humans are greedy all the time and like stretching out their grubby hands towards anything that catches their fancy. It's in our nature, and even if someone isn't like that at first, they'll learn it from other people eventually.

Hedoro-san tucks all of the mulch bags under his left arm in one fell swoop. "Never have I seen a Yato who spends more time laughing and trading sweets with princesses than she does bathing in the aftermath of battles. She wears as much red as other Yato I've seen, of course, but that it isn't blood is a novelty."

"Ohhh," I say, because I hadn't known that about Yato. Not that I knew a lot about any alien races at all, honestly. "Sorry, did you say she's been hanging out with the princess," I say afterwards.

"Yes," says Hedoro-san, continuing with his small talk."It is strange, isn't it? On my planet, Kitaori-san, in the tongue of the Dakini, a princess would be known as ᯅᯬᯒᯮᯉᯪᯒᯐ. She would have earned that title after having defeated forty of her clan's enemies and composing an epic whereupon she told the tale of each of their demises, each individual being honoured with a verse—the Dakini have great respect for warriors, and those who die on their feet—each verse consisting of nineteen lines—"

[deadlynavigation]

Hi

After reading your rules I’d like to request a Geralt x male reader (cuz the last one you wrote was AMAZING)

Could it be about male reader taking care of a hurt Geralt and cooking for him in his little cottage

The reader could be a magician with healing abilities maybe

Reunited

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Male!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of gore

Author's note: Because who doesn't love banter with Jaskier? Still looking for requests, people, keep them coming.

I don't own The Witcher. Pls don't come after me.

Do not plagiarize or translate any of my works or their included assets.

“Geralt, where are we going- Geralt! Geralt. Geralt, where are we going?”

Geralt sighs. He resists the urge to ram Roach into Jaskier, send the bard flying off the road into the lake next to the road. It’s so, so tempting. Just a nudge and he would have absolute silence.

Alas, it would take too much time. And Geralt is too desperate to see his lover to sacrifice a couple seconds. So for now, Jaskier isn’t chin deep in muddy water and Geralt is dead set on the tiny cottage ahead.

The house is painted in the sun’s dying hues, twilight fast approaching. Blues and purples fall across the flimsy roof that Geralt has repaired so many times, highlighting every little detail. Be it the garden bursting with herbs and flowers leading to the home or the engravings on the door, Geralt can notice it all, made even more beautiful with the colors shining down onto it.

Jaskier rambles on, suddenly pausing as he glances at the witcher. He whips his head back after the short look, an odd emotion sparking on Geralt’s face. It’s one Jaskier knows well, but had never seen on his companion’s face before- love.

Where are they going that would erase Geralt’s emotionless (and somewhat pissed off) stare?

The question bounces around in Jaskier’s mind, unable to be quelled until it finds a satisfactory answer. It doesn’t stop as Geralt jumps off Roach, or when he ties the horse to a worn-down hitching post with a whispered promise of returning, or when he hesitates for a fraction of a second before banging his fist on the door.

“Geralt, what-”

“Hush, bard.” Geralt grumbles, trying to pick up any sound of footsteps from inside the house.

“But-” Jaskier persists, only to be interrupted by Geralt’s hand on his mouth. It covers his entire face, but Geralt isn’t complaining.

“Mm-mmmm-mm,” Can a witcher’s eyes roll out of their skull? Geralt entertains the thought as he rolls his eyes for what seems like the millionth time.

Just as Jaskier thinks to lick the hand over his mouth, the door opens.

You lean on the doorknob, dressed in loose trousers and an untucked shirt that is surely stained with ingredients from the dinner you had been preparing. The strings of the v-neck hang down, revealing mere inches of your chest. They’re enough to drive Geralt crazy.

“Hello, my love,” the witcher murmurs, your face lighting up when you realize who it is. He steps forward, an almost-unnoticeable limp to it that you’ll berate him for later. For now, though, you’re happy to be herded into your lover’s arms, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. Geralt’s eyes flutter shut, a miniscule grin spreading across his face. You lift yourself up onto your tiptoes to steal another kiss, teeth clashing against each other. You can’t stop smiling, and neither can he. It’s been too long without seeing one another for your kisses to be orderly.

You’re both soaking in the familiarity of it all, basking in the light of reunited love as small pecks are given and received. It’s all so welcome to you, so safe to Geralt. A place to put down the swords and embrace in front of the fireplace.

“What in the ever-loving fuck is going on here, Geralt?” An exclamation sounds from behind you. You quickly spin out of the witcher’s embrace, curious as to who he brought along.

There stands a shocked-looking man, his vibrant clothes blending in perfectly with your garden. A lute is strapped to his back, and he has the hands of a musician. He can’t be more than 20.

“Um, yes. Hello, fair stranger. Love the hair, highlights your eyes. But Geralt, what?” The boy’s volume steadily increases throughout his rant, panic seeping into his eyes.

“Jaskier.” Geralt responds, an edge to his tone.

“Thank you, Jaskier. I don’t believe we’ve met- Geralt?”

He sighs, his nostrils flaring with annoyance. He’s really regretting not using the lake to his advantage now.

“Y/n, this is Jask. He’s a bard, he travels with me. Gods know why. Jask, Y/n. My lover of five years.”

The bard is silent for a minute, his eyes practically bulging out of his head as he stares at you unabashedly. You can hear the frogs croaking in the background, announcing the approach of twilight. Tree branches rustle in the slight breeze, the occasional leaf swooping by. All is silent.

“Five years,” Jaskier whimpers. He sounds almost betrayed, but no mind is paid to it as Geralt stares at something beyond you with amused eyes. His hands still cradle your waist, a comfortable amount of pressure being exerted.

“Is he ok?” You whisper in Geralt’s ear, trying to see over his shoulder. Your foot starts tapping on the ground, arousing dust with your nervous habit.

Geralt immediately drops the half smirk. If you’re concerned, it’s time to stop.

“Jask, you’ll catch flies. Don’t worry, y/n, he’ll be fine.” The witcher throws a glare behind him that seems to scream don’t mess this up.

“Um, yes. Yes.” Jaskier forces out and stumbles to the door. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this shocked- Geralt has had a lover this entire time. It’s not even that the bard is disappointed (Geralt isn’t really his type), but he always thought the man averse to love. When really, he’s been in what appears to be a very loving relationship for five fucking years.

What in the absolute fuck is going on?

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It’s almost midnight, the fire crackling as it dies down. You’re wrapped in a hug with Geralt, Jaskier upstairs in a nest of blankets. The second you fed the boy and gave him the quilts he was dead to the world- Geralt must have been overworking him.

It’s a calm environment without the enthusiastic bard. Sitting in Geralt’s lap, his arms around you, you have never felt more at peace. Warmth spreads through you, the atmosphere changing to one of relaxation and love.

“I missed you,” Geralt mumbles into your cropped hair, nuzzling into the familiar scent of lavender.

“I missed you as well, love.” You murmur in return. You feel his lips press against your forehead, slowly migrating down until he reaches your neck. It tickles, causing a smile to appear on your face.

“Geralt, stop that.” You squirm away from him only to be dragged back into his arms. The witcher chuckles as he keeps at it, completely disregarding your previous comment.

“Stop it-” You’re cut off by your own laughing, Geralt’s grin growing with your volume.

When your lover has finally decided to knock it off, you fall back against his sturdy chest, breathless from the exertion. You would have laid there blissfully until morning, breathing in the smell of sweat, blood and Geralt-

But you hear a faint groan.

You shoot up, climbing out of Geralt’s lap while maintaining eye contact.

“Where is it?” You demand, knowing he won’t give any information to you unless you pry.

Geralt is too tired for this. He just wants you in his arms, to hug you tight and block you from the monsters out there.

However, he’s known you for seven years. You won’t stop until he gives in.

“My hip,” he grumbles. His hand lands on the exact area as you rush around the cottage gathering the needed supplies to pull his shirt up. Blood is leaking out of the wound steadily, a red patch on his clothing providing further proof that he strained it a bit much. 

Somehow, seeing the cut makes it so much worse. All the hidden pain he’s been bottling up since he knocked on your door tumbles out. He grits his teeth against the rush of stabbing sensations, praying you’ll be able to take some of the pain away.

When you kneel in front of him, you’re already mumbling under your breath, elder words scattered throughout the chant. Your hands are surrounded by a golden glow, held just above Geralt’s wound. Slowly, slowly, blood starts to backtrack, the red drips across his leg and side retreating back inside Geralt’s body. Once the liquid is pushed back in (sparing no amount of odd squelching sounds you could live without), the actual cut starts to close up. It’s sewn together with threads of gold, fading into the witcher’s skin after providing a pulsing glow.

Geralt will never get tired of watching the process unfold. Your hands, drifting apart and back together as you handle his wounds with a grace that he could never even hope to reach. It’s beautiful- you’re beautiful.

Once you finish, the golden clouds retreat back into the air, becoming mere wisps that float about the cottage. You stand shakily, gathering the bandages beside you and taping them on to Geralt’s now healed skin. Just as a precaution. Once that’s done, you flutter around the house, putting the materials back as you try to steady your shaky legs. Magic always drains you a fair bit.

Geralt is well aware of this, so as you return to the couch and sit next to him, he drags himself up and reaches for you. A rare moment of vulnerability from the witcher- how can you pass this up?

So you welcome his warmth, radiating from his body as he pulls you into his chest. Illuminated by the dying lights of the fire, the fatigue seeping into both of you, you revel in the peace, Geralt’s love the last thing you feel before you drift into sleep.

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When they make you cry

pairings: Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Aizawa x Reader, Izuku x Reader, Tamaki x Reader

Tamaki, Bakugou and Hawks are in a female!reader perspective, the rest of them are Gender Neutral

warnings: angst to fluff

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Hawks will get cocky, laughing in your face when he sees your shocked expression.

Both of you were going at each others throats, spitting insults to one another, just your recent daily routine.

Now Hawks knew you were a tough gal, which in his head made it alright for him to strike a really painful nerve into your chest.

As you remained speechless he turned around, a winning smirk plastered on his lips.

Just as he took a few steps forward, sobs wrecked your body as you hid your face in your hands.

"I d-don't think I can take this anymore Keigo" your broken voice reached his ears.

A pang of guilt pierced his chest once he turned around to face you.

He did this. He made you cry. He completely drained your happiness out. He hurt you.

His teeth dug into his lip, his eyes stinging as tears picked at them.

At that point, he didn't give two shits about who's right and who's wrong, his arms reaching for you and wrapping themselves around your shaking form.

He held you there for a while, listening to your cries that gradually turned into soft sniffles against his chest.

"I-" He opens his mouth but his words remained stuck at his throat.

"I don't want us to end..." you mumbled, your own words throwing you into another sobbing fit.

"We won't end here kid, I've got you...shit...I'm a fucking idiot...of course we won't end sweetheart...c'mon look at me" he raised your chin up gently, looking into your red eyes.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry...not just for today, for every day before this, I-, God... don't leave kid, p-please"

You stared at his face, tears now streaming down his cheeks as his grip on you tightened.

You swallow the lump in your throat, grabbing his hands in yours.

"Something has to change Keigo...I miss you...we've been distant for months. Sometimes you don't even come home to me, do you know how that feels?"

"I know, I know, I swear... I miss you too. I'll tell you about everything I promise. Let's go home please."

You hesitantly nod, putting your heart on the line for the last time.

And now looking back, you're glad you did.

//quirk: flesh manipulation (the reader can manipulate the molecules in a person's flesh just by touching it, making them useful mid-battle to make the other heroes ready to fight again in a matter of seconds, but also making them a threat to their enemies )

If there was one thing he despised about you, it was your guts.

Hell curse him for falling in love with someone so stubborn.

To live through a relationship with Dabi meant that you had to have though skin. You had to be strong enough to bite your cheeks and endure the issues that people in regular relationships never face.

He enters your home, covered in bruises and cuts, asking for your first aid kit.

You sigh to yourself, your usual nagging and yelling never reaching his ears.

You place the first aid kit onto your bedside table, turning your back to him, tiredly walking out of the room.

"Hey-" his voice calls out to you, quiet and confused.

You close the door behind you, making your way to your couch.

One of these days it'll be the last time he walks into your home, the last time you help him clean his cuts and the last time you hear his voice.

The weight of uncertainty pulls at your chest harder with every passing day.

He chose to continue living like this, he is the one that keeps ruining his own life, it's his ambitions that are making you this miserable.

Once he patches himself up, he sits on your bed for a while. Your silance meaning one thing and one thing only. You finally realized how pointless being with him is, you finally got it through your thick skull that he's nothing special to dwell about.

Time passes by quickly, a few hours already gone yet he's still glued to the same spot, not having the strength to leave your room, too scared to face your rejection once he gets out.

He should be happy for you, you won't be hurting anymore, you'll be able to find someone better.

He slowly twists the knob, taking slow steps through your living room.

You are laying on your couch, tear stains on your face and a tissue crumbled in your hand.

His chest tightenes at the sight. You cried yourself to sleep. He wonders... how many times did you cry over him? How many times would you just lay here as he carelessly roamed the streets?

He should leave...he should spare you the pain he brings. You were the only good thing in his life and by continuing this he'll ruin you, piece by piece.

You showed nothing but kindness to him, you made him realize that some people are worth getting close to, you being a hero also making his resolves shake under his feet.

He stretched his arm out to your cheek, careful not to wake you up.

He left a soft kiss to your temple before leaving your house.

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You woke up to a persistent ring of your doorbell.

You felt terrible...your hair was a mess, your nose was all clogged up and your eyes burned from all the crying.

You opened your door with annoyance, mad at whoever decided to burst your sadness bubble.

"Hey doll, I would've let myself in but my hands are kinda busy"

Your boyfriend stood there with a backpack on his shoulder and a carton box in his hands.

"So...do you happen to have a room to spare for a year or two...maybe three?"

You stare in disbelief your hand covering your mouth.

"I know that me being a villain might be a setback but...I got some hair dye? I might even consider letting you fix my jigsaw face."

Your body crashed into his, the box dropping to the ground as you squeezed your arms around him.

Maybe he can make you as happy as you make him.

You knew he was rough around the edges, but you never even imagined that you would be the one his rage would be directed at.

As soon as insults came crashing your way you left the room.

You were just trying to calm him down, placing your hand on his shoulder as you urged him to stop shouting and just let it go.

His rough hands grabbed yours, throwing your hand away like you were a mere fly, his quirk burning your skin.

You tried calling out to him just for him to snap around and scream at you.

Once you reached your dorm tears freely rolled down your cheeks.

You yearned for a normal relationship, longed for some peace and quiet just for a week or two.

Yet you just couldn't let the blonde go, always hoping for some miracle to come your way and take ahold of his ego.

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It's around 2 am and he can't fall asleep for the hell of it.

You're not picking up his calls nor answering his texts and you've been inactive on social media for hours.

Kirishima has been urging him to go to your dorm for two hours already, spamming him massages about him not being manly enough to win you back.

It's not like he doesn't want to, he just has no idea how to. Should he get you something? Get you some food and flowers? Where the fuck can he find all these things at 2 am? Isn't that how people in movies apologize or something...

He hates when you're mad at him, he is scared shitless of actually scaring you off and pushing you away.

A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts and a small flame of hope warms your heart for a split second as you make your way to your door.

He's holding a gray hoodie and a pair of bento boxes.

"That's not gonna fix it Katsuki."

"I know shitty woman you didn't even give me a chance to speak!"

You're sure that that's the first time Bakugou said the word "sorry" in his whole life.

The way it rolled off his tongue was shaky but somewhat determined, his hand grabbing ahold of yours gently.

Guilt was evident on his face as he stroked the bandages covering your hands.

"It's not that bad Katsu, and I understand that it was an accident." you mumbled trying to pull from his grip so he can focus on something else.

He grabbed ahold of your wrists, bringing your palms to his lips.

"I'll work on it, I promise. It'll never happen again. I mean it." you just give a soft nod, leading him to the table.

"Good. Now let's eat, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" you cheered, opening the bentos and stuffing your mouth with rice.

"Y/N...it's 4 am."

"Exactly, now eat, you're not gonna let me eat all of this by myself?!"

For this man, it was close to impossible to make his s/o cry.

He cherishes the relationship he has with you, making you feel special every single day at a time.

So when he sees you crying, he's confused and alarmed.

He reaches for you, trying his best to give you the comfort he thinks you need.

When you push his hands away and scream at him...Oh boy...

He's terrified.

Did he do something? Did he forget your anniversary? Your birthday? Did he eat your snack from the fridge??

You're pulling at the strands of your hair, your head buried into your knees as you sob.

He looks around, eyes widening when he sees a photo of himself and some girl kissing on the screen of your phone.

He wasn't there? He has proof! He was in a meeting! All of his colleagues could confirm that, he just needs you to listen! Please listen to him.

He's talking...blabbering...begging for you to just look at him.

As soon as you look up for a split second, he's hugging you, smothering your face in kisses as you weakly try to push him away.

Finally he leans his forehead against yours, letting out a long sigh of relief when he realizes that you're not crying anymore.

"Please Shouta, please, if you even have any respect for me, don't lie to me." you mumble out coldly, turning your head from him.

"Y/N, I would never, ever do that to you! Never! I love you so much, please, you have to know that, you do know that!"

You're too stubborn, but he calls all of his colleges one by one, putting them on speaker for you, asking about the time of the meeting or details of the meeting and they all have the same answer.

So now, your throat is dry and there's a lump in your throat, guilt eating at you as you try to apologize.

He couldn't give two shits about any of that, all he has to know is that you're okay and that you're still his.

He's not letting you go for the rest of the day, you're wrapped under the blankets with him as he makes sure you never believe the bullshit you see online.

"Sweetheart if I ever cheat on you, that's the day I cut my own dick off and bleed to death."

It makes you giggle and then laugh hysterically and he's just looking at you with the biggest heart eyes 🥺

Izuku would never do anything to make you cry.

He pays attention to every single detail in your relationship and he especially pays attention to your feelings.

What he is really bad at, is taking care of himself.

He doesn't take in consideration how you feel when he comes home all stitched up and tired, or how he stays up late to train and push himself further than his body can take.

However one day, he is exhausted from his training and he barely has any strength left. His phone rings and he is rushing out the door, already panting.

You don't reach him in time to stop him, so here you are, hours later next to his hospital bed.

The villain wasn't too powerful, but his state caused him to pass out in the middle of the bettle field.

As soon as he wakes up, you're yelling at him, but at the same time sobbing against his chest.

"I can't just stand here and watch you hurt yourself Zuku... I can't, I can't, I can't....O-one of these days you're just gonna slip away from my hands, I can't. Please" You're grip on him softens as you loose the strength in your hands.

His arms wrap themselves around you, trying his best not to flinch as you rub against his bandages.

His eyes are watering, realization dawning on him as he holds your tired body against him.

You're right...He sees the state of himself after a lowlife villain with a pathetic quirk sent him into the hospital. He doesn't even want to think about what would've happened if there was someone much stronger out there.

"Hey Y/N...I-...I might take a week off, to rest yeah? Does that sound good?"

You nod, wiping away the tears as you sniffle.

"And you won't be training at night anymore. And you won't be staying up late!" you scold as he rubs your cheeks.

"I won't. I promise." he places a kiss at your temple, pulling you onto the hospital bed next to him.

"Let's sleep for a bit yeah? I might owe you a few hours..."

You're crying, he's crying.

He's down on one knee and he's stuttering, his hands shaking as he hears you cry out a happy "Yes".

He barely gets the ring on your finger, burying his head into your neck as soon as he gets to his feet.

You always thought that he was going to propose to you at home, maybe some homecooked dinner with roses and candles. You didn't mind that option either.

You were surprised that he even suggested a walk in the park.

I mean, it was a really small park with little to no people in the area but it was beautiful nonetheless.

You're all giddy and happy as he takes your hand in his, his eyes always glancing at the ring on your finger.

Once you spot an ice cream stand you leap in happiness, rushing to get ice cream for the both of you.

The lady selling it smiles brightly at you.

"Is that the lucky guy?" you nod grabbing your icecream as Tamaki hides behind you.

"Good job sweetheart, you're making this lady very happy, I can feel it in my old bones" you laugh at her remark as you nudge Tamaki forward.

She hands him his ice cream and winks at him.

He's blushing and thanking the lady before running off to an empty bench.

”He’s a lil’ shy but he's got the spirit” you say to the lady as you rush off to get him.

You take the time to really study the ring, the beautiful blue crystal shining in the sun.

”I...I hope you l-like it...Nejire helped me out. Uhm I probably shouldn't have said that...S-she-"

"I like it Tama...I love it actually" you place a gentle kiss just at the corner of his lips, his hands grabbing your cheeks and kissing you deeply in return.

His cheeks are warm and his lips are slow against yours but you melt against him, letting him place you in his lap.

"Oh my God, I have a fiancé, oh my God, I have to call Mirio and tell him you said yes. You said yes, right?"

You laugh as you shake your head at him, playing with his hair as he fumbles with his phone.

All of the pictures are from the original anime/manga (please do correct me if I'm wrong in the comments below)

The Tamaki one has no angst in it because I had to heal from all of the emotional rollercosters.

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[lubdubsworld]

The Devil’s own.

Jungkook x OC

Mafia Au!

Warnings : Non-Con ! Manipulation, Degradation, Shitty hero with no redeeming Qualities you have been warned. ( i mean he does get better but not much.)

Summary : Just Mob Boss Jungkook doing mob boss things.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I wasn’t sure how long I stayed there , staring at the ceiling and trying to come to terms with what had just happened. It was revolting. It was nauseating. It made me want to claw my own skin off. I stared at the intricate designs , carved into the ceiling, the panels that reflected life and made the room seem bigger than it was. The scent of jasmine and rosemary clung to the sheets and the drapes in the room, cloyingly sweet and meant to arouse the occupants.

I wondered how I’d got here.

I had memories of satin silk sheets and bright lights. My father had always spoiled me, the best of the best only for his only daughter and I’d indulged in luxury to my heart’s content. More shoes than I could possibly wear in a life time. Every season’s collection, straight into my wardrobe whether I asked for it or not. Diamonds and rubies and emeralds set in platinum and gold , jewelry to match my clothes and even my car if I felt like it.

I shut my eyes in despair. I didn’t miss the luxury as much as I missed the solitude. The option to just not do anything. My father hadn’t cared enough to see what I was upto and everyone knew that I was betrothed to Jungkook.

And that meant no dates or party invites because after the third guy got his arm in a sling after accidentally brushing past me , word kind of spread.  Stay away from Elena Gong or the Jeon kid will break your bones.

I shuddered. It had been an obsession, I thought vacantly.

Jungkook had been obsessed, even back then. I just hadn’t paid much heed to him. Because Jungkook back then had been terrifying but also ridiculously endearing in some way. He had seemed for lack of a better word…..insignificant. I was beautiful and rich, never lacked for attention and he was just one among the dozens. Even if I was betrothed to him, I hadn’t given much thought to him.

And Jungkook had taken my indifference in stride. He’d laughed and played around and I hated to admit it, treated me like a queen. Flowers, chocolates and gifts every other day . He would follow me around like a puppy , and I wondered if perhaps my dismissive attitude towards him back then had been a mistake. Did it push him over the edge?

My heart ached fiercely and when I finally willed myself to move, my body protested.

Every inch of me was sore and aching. My head because of how hard he’d gripped my hair. I sat up on shaky legs, fingers trembling as I pulled my shit up to stare at my body. Bite marks littered my skin, marring the smooth surface and I felt bile in my throat at the memory of his teeth on me.  Finger shaped bruises were beginning to bloom around my thighs and I couldn’t breathe over the agony ripping up my insides.

I glanced down between my thighs, at the sticky mess of his release dripping down into the sheets, staining the sheets a murky pink. I shuddered, disgusted. God, I hated him. Where was my phone? My clothes were still there at the foot of the bed and I noticed the small door on the right wall. Crawling off the bed on shaky legs , I limped carefully to the bathroom.

I took Hoseok’s shirt off dropping it in the corner before turning the showers on.

The water felt like a whip on my skin as I sat on the tiled bathroom floor , a small washcloth gripped tight in my hand as I carefully cleaned myself up. I had no idea what the time was… It must be very early or very late. No matter. I had to get out of here and get to Jisoo. I swallowed, imagining her alone all this time. The doctors had said she would be up in Guilt churned as I quickly grabbed a towel from the closet and wiped myself down.

It took me another ten minutes to finish dressing up and just as I finished slipping into my shoes, the door opened.  I glanced up, catching sight of Hoseok as he leaned against the door. He looked a little haggard, a black silk shirt unbuttoned to his chest and tucked into fitted jeans. I stared at him, watching the way his gaze roved over every inch of exposed skin, looking just a tad bit worried.

“The Hospital called. “ He said gently, “ They’re ready to release you sister. They want to know if you can come pick her up. The baby’s going to have to stay in the NICU for a couple of weeks.”

I groaned. Great. More bills.

“I need a job. “ I said miserably. “ Help me out.” I stared at him beseechingly and Hoseok gave me a look.

“you know the kind of jobs I provide. You’re not built for it. “ He said shortly and I shook my head, impatient.

“that’s not what I meant and you know it. You and your friends pretty much own every club in the city. Get me a job ….” I whispered, moving to stand in front of him and he recoiled.

Just as always, I thought bitterly. Coward.

As much as a coward now as he’d been ten years ago, when he’d pretended that he didn’t have any feelings for me. Pretended that he didn’t give a damn about me.

The throb in my skull grew in intensity.

My throat was dry and I felt my vision swim a bit. I was tired. Exhausted . I hadn’t slept in….how long really? I hadn’t eaten in a day…for sure… And I likely wasn’t going to be eating for a long while, let alone feeding Jisoo if I didn’t get a job right away. I had twelve thousand won to my name and that was it.

“Jungkook-“ He began but I was sick of his name so I growled.

“Fuck, do you want me to beg Hoseok? I will… I can’t … I need a job… Please.” I said desperately, staring at him and his gaze softened.

“Elena, stop looking at me like that, fuck.” He swore, turning and punching the wall hard. “ fuck.”

“Just help me get a job. I’m not asking you to give me money or something.  You don’t even have to get it for me… Just tell me who’s hiring ? Somewhere away from Jungkook and his men.” I whispered , and the sheer irony of it didn’t escape me. Jung Hoseok was possibly one of Jungkook’s main men.

He ran his hand over his forehead, shaking his head.

“You’re going to get me killed someday.” He muttered, “ Fine. There’s a club down in Itaewon. It caters to cops and lawyers exclusively so Jungkook and his men usually keep out of it. My friend owns the place. His name is Im Jaebum.  I’ll get you a job there , waitressing. Is that alright?” He said softly and I wanted to sob in relief as I nodded. Itaewon meant pretty close to where the bakery was. I could take the bus.

“Fine. I’ll talk to him and call you. Here…” He held out a wad of cash and I took it greedily, eyes widening at the 100,000 written on the margin of each note. This was a lot of money.

“Hoseok…”I said stunned and he shrugged. “ Get food and baby stuff for Jisoo. If she’s going to feed the baby she needs to eat well. Fruits and veggies and lot of protein. If you run out, tell Jaebum you need some advance. He’ll pay you well.”

I nodded, stuffing the money into my pockets quickly . I swallowed when my insides throbbed, aching something fierce.

“Thank you.” I said softly, staring up at him and he hesitated, before reaching out and gently cupping my face in his palm. I flinched at his touch and he recoiled.

“Was he… Did he hurt you?” He whispered quietly and I smiled bitterly.

“Wasn’t that the whole point?” I sighed, shaking my head . I hesitated . I wasn’t sure if Hoseok would listen to me but I had to try at least.

“ Can you not tell him? That… That I was a virgin?” I asked quietly and he nodded.

“Wasn’t planning to.” He said casually.

I stared at him. I’d always found him handsome. Beautiful. Perfect . And I wondered where we had gone so wrong.

“Do you regret it.” I whispered. “ All those choices you made.”

“Which ones? …” he asked bitterly.

“you know… “ I snapped. “ the ones that lead us here. You and me…. Standing here like strangers. “

“I wouldn’t risk my life for a stranger. Which is what I’m doing every time I help you .” He said quietly.

“So what are we then?” I demanded.

“Old friends” He said casually.

I snorted.

“Fucking coward.” I whispered , loud enough for him to hear as I brushed past him and walked away.

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I trudged all the way to the VIP room in the hospital flinching because that was probably a lot of money to be repaid , now owed directly to the devil spawn that was Jeon. I had grabbed a small meal on the way before quickly getting the bus to the Hospital. It was little past eleven in the morning and the hallways were packed with people. Sighing, I moved to the room where Jisoo was, slowly opening the door.

Min Yoongi sat on the chair next to the bed, gazing idly at my sister in law.

To say that I was shocked would be the biggest understatement of the century. My lips parted in shock, panic bubbling up inside me as I exhaled sharply.

“What-“ I swallowed gazing between him and my Jisoo, who was sitting up against the backrest on the bed, a tray of food on her lap and a small smile on her face.

“Lena!! You’re here!” She cried out softly, tears filling her eyes at once as she held both her hands up. I moved to hug her but my mind stayed on the man near the bed, his sultry feline eyes trained unblinkingly on her. I wrapped my arms around her, trying to get my breathing to regulate but it was impossible.

What on earth was Yoongi doing here?

“Mr. Min came to see me. He told me he knew Daehwan.” Jisoo said softly, looking sad but hopeful and I felt my heart turn over as I turned to stare at him.

Min Yoongi knew Daehwan as a target . A hit he had carried out himself.

But I couldn’t say a thing. Not in front of Jisoo.

“I’m only here to offer my help. It pains me to see you suffering, Jisoo. I know your husband would want you to be taken care of.” He said softly, his gaze still fixed on her and I didn’t like it. At all.

Bile rising, I gave him a glare.

“I’ll take care of her. Please don’t trouble yourself.” I said shakily and he glanced at me, lips parting a bit, turning into a smirk.

“You look… well rested.” He smirked and I flushed.

“Lena, come on… I know all this…this must be expensive. We can use all the help we can get and Mr. Min-“

“Please call me Yoongi, sweetheart.” Yoongi said charmingly and my sister in law blushed. I felt my skin crawl.

“Y-Yoongi said he has a spare room. I can’t stay in the bakery.  And it’s not like he’s a murderer or anything. He showed me his card. He’s a lawyer.” She said softly and I sighed in despair. Jisoo was naïve bordering on stupid and I wasn’t equipped to deal with this.

As I watched she went back to the food, eating ravenously and I felt my heart clench. I could see the twin damp spots at her chest and I noticed the breast pump on the table. It looked brand new. I hadn’t even thought about things she may need after the baby, too preoccupied with all the hospital bills and medicines I would have to pay for.

Diapers. Baby wipes. Those little flannel pieces mothers used to wipe down the baby. I felt my head spin, turning to Yoongi who was staring at me casually.

“Can we talk?” I said quietly and he straightened.

“Jisoo ssi… Please enjoy your meal. And here…” He gave her his phone. “ If you’re done, just give me a buzz on this.” He showed her something on the phone .” Go on try it.”

Jisoo pressed down on the screen curiously and Yoongi’s watch rang .

He grinned as she smiled.

“See? One touch and I’ll be here yeah?” He said softly, and I felt like I was stuck in some kind of drama, glancing between the pair of them.

“Are you leaving?” She asked curiously and he shook his head.

“I’ll be right here, outside. Having a word with Elena. You can finish your food and I’m guessing it’s time for you to pump again? The pediatrician said you’d have to pump every two hours with the milk so… if you get it ready, I’ll drop it off at the NICU.” He said calmly.

Jisoo nodded, staring at him with wide eyed gratefulness and I sighed in despair.

Yoongi moved to the door and I gave her a small smile before following him.

I waited till the door had closed behind me before turning to him, furious.

“What do you think you’re-“

“I want her.” He said shortly.

I felt my jaw come unhinged.

“No.” I hissed, furious and helpless with rage. “ Yoongi-“

“Don’t make me put a bullet in your head for this, Elena.” He said calmly and I exhaled shakily.

“She’s… You know she’s not like us. She doesn’t know anything about this life. As far as she knows my brother was a surgeon who got killed in a hit and run. You want to …. What do you really want? Did Jungkook put you upto this?”

“If Jungkook would have his way, your sister in law and your new nephew would both be dead. You know this.” Yoongi said casually. God, could I ever have a conversation with anyone without Jungkook being dragged into it? When did my life get twined so intimately with him?

“Where is he?” I asked quickly and Yoongi shrugged.

“He’s out of the country. He left an hour ago.”

“Switzerland….” I said before thinking and Yoongi stiffened.

“How did you know?” He demanded and I froze.

“I… I overheard …..someone.” I muttered and Yoongi moved so fast I barely caught it. The next second I was pressed up against the wall, his forearm pressing into my throat and holding me down while he held a knife right against my jugular.

“Nice try. Now the truth.” He hissed.

“Ouch..” I choked out , coughing  a bit. “ Fine.. Hoseok.. Hoseok told me.”

Yoongi pulled back.

“You fukcing him?” He asked casually and I glared at him.

“none of your business.” I snapped.

He laughed at that.

“I know you aren’t. Hoseok loves his dick too much to risk having it castrated.”

I sighed, shaking my head. I wasn’t here to talk about these bastards.

“Just leave Jisoo alone.” I said quietly and Yoongi sighed.

“What are you going to do with her, Elena. You can barely afford to feed yourself. You should be thankful I’m taking her off your hands.”

I ignored his nonsense and moved till I was pressed up against him, fingers curling into his chest. Yoongi looked surprised, lips twisting in displeasure when I blinked up at him.

“please.. Yoongi…” I begged, “ Don’t do this to me.” I said quietly. “ I … she’s all I have… She… My brother had nothing to do with any of this. You know that….He left this life decades ago. I don’t… I don’t know why Jungkook wanted him dead in the first place. I loved my brother and my brother loved his wife. I owe it to him … Please…just…Please leave her alone.” I whispered softly, letting my fingers drop to grip his arm.  

He tugged his arm away at once.

“ She needs more than empty platitudes and good intentions. She needs food and a place to stay with her baby. I’m giving her that.”

“And what do you get in return?” I demanded angrily. “ She just gave birth, fuck you. You can’t touch her , not unless you’ve lost the last shreds of humanity in that conscience of yours.”

He rolled his eyes.

“I’m not doing this for sex, Elena. If I wanted easy pussy, I would have come to you…” He smirked.  “ Don’t forget that Jungkook and I share our toys, yeah?”

I opened my mouth to retort before remembering that I was trying to get him to listen to him.

“Then why? What do you want…tell me?”

“I told you. I want her. As she is.” Yoongi shrugged.

“You killed her husband.” I said , voice shaking as I remembered what Jungkook had said. About my brother begging for his life because Jisoo was pregnant. And how Yoongi hadn’t given a shit and shot him anyway.

“A minor inconvenience. Trust me if I’d seen her before I killed him…” He sighed, shaking his head in regret and I frowned.

“You would have spared him? “ I asked bitterly and Yoongi laughed.

“No.. I would have killed him sooner.” He smirked. “ Is there a point to this whole conversation… I’m getting bored and Jisoo’s waiting inside.”

“We’re supposed to get her out of the hospital today and-“

“I’m taking her home.” He said briskly. “ I’ve already spoken to her. And She’s agreed that a ramshackle , dilapidated bakery isn’t the right place for a new mother and a tiny baby.”

And the worst part was that I couldn’t even disagree.

And I couldn’t help but feel angry, betrayed. Jisoo was…. How could she? She hadn’t even bothered to talk to me about it… Just agreeing to move in with Yoongi. She was older than me. Supposed to be the smart one. My body ached. If that was the bed she was going to make , she could lie on it.

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“Going somewhere?” Jungkook’s voice made me freeze.

I swallowed, straightening and stepping back almost instinctively. He stood in the doorway, a cigarette held between his teeth as he stared at me . He looked like he’d showered as well, hair still damp and the smells of citrus and mint permeating the air around him.

It was exactly ten days since I’d last seen him and I’d settled into a routine of sorts. Im Jaebum’s bar, Venom was an exclusive club in Itaewon and I could easily disappear into the shadows, staying low and using the beret ( a part of the uniform ) to keep my face hidden as I served the patrons. Like Hoseok had said, the place was filled with cops and lawyers. Yoongi was a frequent fixture here , stopping for just a drink on most days before heading home to my sister in law.

It made me sick but there was nothing I could do about it. Jisoo and little baby Yunsu were both home and needed a l,ot of care. And Yoongi apparently had a cook, a housekeeper and a nanny who helped her out. Jisoo was wary, her senses finally returning but she was also clearly glad to be out of the streets.

“I’m going home after I finish my shift. “ I said softly, trying not to stare as he stepped into the room. I turned away from him moving to the shelves and pushing the small canister in place.

“Where’s home?” He asked casually. I flinched when he stepped right behind me, fingers reaching out to curl on my shoulder, pulling me back till I was flush against his chest. The heat of his body seeped in through the thin fabric of my blouse and I felt my body heat up.

“You got what you wanted.” I said shakily. “ Let me go.” I whispered, dropping the cleaning cloth in the tray on the lower shelves, before moving to grab the mop. I just had to finish mopping the floor . And then I could leave.

But his grip on me stayed firm. I couldn’t move. Foreboding rose inside me.

Jungkook hummed at that, stepping closer, till I felt his chin brush the top of my head as he bent over me, arms coming around me  and fingers lightly unbuttoning the first two buttons of my  shirt. I stared at the dark ink on his forearm. , swallowing as he kept coming closer.

“What I wanted? That pathetic little display ten days ago?”  He whispered softly “ Just think about this Elena ……  I’ve been chasing you for years, I got rid of your entire family and yet I let you live. Why do you think that was, huh? “ He shook his head, “ For two minutes of you lying underneath me like a frigid bitch? You think that’s what I want Elena? Think I’ll be satisfied with that? ” He laughed.

I stared at the wall in front of me  and I couldn’t do this. Couldn’t play this sick game with him. Not when he kept changing the rules . Not when there was nothing left for me to gamble or lose.

“Jisoo. I have to go see her. Just… Just let me go see her. I need to see if she’s alright and then we can talk. ” I whispered. Jungkook smiled, tilting my  head to the side with his fingers. I felt the damp press of his lips against my jaw and my skin crawled.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi’s taking care of her.” He whispered softly and I felt my heart turn over in my chest at the reminder. I’d been forced to relent because Yoongi had taken her home to a fully finished and decorated nursery , a closet full of baby clothes for her son and nursing clothes for her. She had been bowled over and when I’d told her to think about the why of it…she’d given me a helpless sort of smile. . As far as she was concerned , Yoongi had been nothing but generous and kind… And she wasn’t going to say no to him because she couldn’t afford to..

“I… he promised me he’d let me see her. And the baby…every day. That was the deal.”

Jungkook laughed.

“I thought I made this clear . You don’t get to make deals with anyone because you belong to me. I get to decide what happens to you. Anytime. Anywhere. Do you need another demonstration , Elena?” His hand moved to my breast, groping the flesh, fingers rough and hard and I whimpered in pain.

“No..” I choked out , eyes widening in terror and he made quick work of the rest of the buttons on my blouse. Junkook hummed, kissing the back of my neck and slowly turning me around in his arms.

“Relax. You don’t have a job. How are you going to feed her and the kid? Yoongi isn’t like me. He doesn’t hold a lot of grudges. And for some reason he seems to have a hard on for your sister in law. He wants to marry her. ” He chuckled and I felt nausea bloom.

“No.. Don’t… Don’t do that to her. She’s not like us. She doesn’t know… She doesn’t have anything to do with this life.” I begged, heart racing at the thought of Jisoo, helpless and scared and alone with a baby , trapped with a fucking assassin. Yoongi killed for a living . That was his job. Jisoo was delicate and sensitive.

“She still needs to eat and live right? With what?  He’s feeling particularly generous so he’s taken her home . You don’t have to worry about them anymore… Isn’t that nice?” he smirked and I felt my throat go dry.

I clenched my fists, feeling my breath catch.

“The only person you need to worry about yourself is yourself. Isn’t that how you prefer it anyway? Beautiful selfish Elena who never gave a fuck about anyone but herself. Isn’t that who you truly are, angel?” He smiled.

“Not anyone…. Just you… I don’t give a fuck about you.” I said defiantly, staring right up at him.  

Jungkook stared at me and stepped closer, reaching out and running his fingers up and down my cheek. I flinched because he still held the lit cigarette.

“None at all?”  He asked curiously, lightly tapping on the end of the cigarette, and I flinched when the hot ash spilled onto my shoulder.

“Did that hurt, baby?” He whispered, leaning in and pressing the cigarette to my lips.” I’m sorry. Breathe in for me.” He stuck the cigarette into my mouth and I pulled away , coughing and disgusted.

I closed my eyes as his free hand went to my wrist, tugging me closer. I stiffened as he wrapped his arms around me, drawing me in till my face pressed against his chest, his body flush against mine, one hand moving back to stroke my back.

“I missed you. You’re terrible at pleasing me but I think…with a little bit of training, you can make me cum… ” He smirked. “ Let’s start with a blowjob, yeah?”

I stiffened.

“No.” I said softly and he smirked, pulling back.

“No?” He asked softly. . I felt my throat go dry in fear as I noticed the way his gaze shifted.   I bit my lips to stifle the pain as He carefully pressed the lit end of the cigarette right against the curve of my breast , pressing in for a couple of seconds and pulling away just before the skin began to singe. He glanced up at me, and I blinked through the tears, pain spreading all over my chest at the burn. That would leave a scar, I thought miserably.

“Wrong answer. Try again.” He whispered.

“Go to Hell.” I choked out.

I flinched when his fingers slipped up into my hair, gripping hard. My scalp burned, sharp and insistent and instinct made me grip his wrist, trying to get him off but it was impossible.

“Let me go..” I snapped, glaring at him. God, How I hated him.

“Was I your first??” He whispered, dragging me close enough that his lips brushed my ear. “ Never had a cock before? Was that why you were so fucking tight?”

I bit my lips, glaring at him, defiant and furious. Did Hoseok actually tell him? That two faced snake…. God , why did these fuckers never leave me alone?

“Seokjin hyung told me…Told me he was looking forward to breaking a virgin and that made me think….God, I was the first cock she ever had….” He hummed, looking infinitely pleased.

“Yes. And I got to say… I don’t know what the fuss is about. You couldn’t even make me cum.” I snapped and Jungkook grinned, grip tightening and the other hand moving to curl around my waist, squeezing hard.

“Did I make you bleed from between your legs Elena? Tell me I did….Cause that’s fucking hot. ” He whispered, voice low and gruff.

Jungkook, I thought vacantly, was a psychopath.

“Go to Lisa. Go fuck her and make her bleed if that’s what gets you off….  and leave me alone.” I whispered and he smiled, bending down pressing a kiss right where he’d burned my skin.

“I don’t need you to tell me that. She’s my fiancé. The woman I’m going to marry. And you know what that means? I actually give a shit whether she cums or not. And trust me she does. Multiple times. Sometimes so hard she passes out.”

“Or maybe she fakes it. Maybe she passes out because she can’t stand your touch either.” I shrugged. “ Because we all know that’s what she’s good at Jungkook. She faked her friendship with me , she’ll fake her loyalty to you.”

“Always got something smart to say, huh Elena? Let’s see how mouthy you get when I’m shoving my cock down your throat.”

I flinched when he pushed me, hard enough to send me sprawling on the floor. I caught myself with difficulty , throwing my hands out to keep my head from hitting the floor. I flinched at the pain that shot up my body, every inch throbbing because of how rough this fucker had been with me.

Ten days and the aftermath of that night still lingered on me.

And it was three in the morning  and I’d spent eight hours on my feet bussing tables , I was exhausted.

I closed my eyes, before pressing my palm against the floor, trying to pull myself up when I felt the press of his shoe at the base of my spine, pushing me down.

I whimpered in shock, my hands giving out and shoulder crashing down into the floor.

“Stay down for a second, baby.” He whispered and I exhaled.

I pressed my palm against the floor, head dropping on to the carpeted floor . I whimpered when I felt him crouch down, foot digging in harder into my back and I curled my fingers into the carpet to swallow the pained sound that bubbled up in my throat.

“I’m going to fuck you again. And this time I want you to do all the work.” Jungkook’s voice came from over me and I flinched. I considered the odds of me putting up a fight and actually winning. It was laughable. I wasn’t going to fight a force of nature. And that was what Jeon Jungkook was.

“ You can’t make me do anything Jungkook.” I whispered finally. “ You can hit me and rape me and kill me but you can’t make me do anything to you. You just have to live with that.”

His foot lifted off my spine and I felt hands on my arms, pulling me up till I was kneeling. I watched as he moved around to stand in front of me.

“Look at me.” He said carefully.” From now you only speak when I tell you to.”

“ Whatever.  Let’s get this over with so I can go see my sister and my nephew.“ I said shakily.

He sighed deeply at that, shaking his head.

“See, if it was upto me, I’d just put a bullet in both their heads. Cos at this point they’re just proving to be a nuisance.”

My blood turned to ice in my veins.

“ But,  Yoongi’s just getting to know your pretty little Jisoo…And he’s my favorite hyung. So I’m going to let her live. But, let’s not invade their privacy for a while.” He began unbuckling his belt and I felt nausea rise inside me.

“Jungkook?” The voice came from the door and I stiffened.  Jungkook groaned.

“Baby, what the fuck are you doing here?” He said gruffly, standing up and using his knee to push me out of the way roughly. I swore, gripping the edge of the table near me to steady myself before turning around to stare at the woman at the door.  I stumbled to my feet, still feeling a little out of it. I needed food. Before I collapsed in a heap on the floor.

“You were supposed to come see me tonight. I went looking for you everywhere and I find you here about to get with some common whore?”  she shouted and I stiffened, glaring at her.

She stood framed in the doorway, staring at me for a second before letting her gaze wander all over the room. She stared at me, eyes taking in the unbuttoned blouse and I quickly moved to put the buttons back on.

“Did you fuck her?” She demanded angrily and Jungkook hummed.

“Since when did I owe you answers, angel?” He asked casually and I watched the woman’s eyes widen, before her brows furrowed in a frown.

“ So what, I can’t ask you who you’re with ?” She asked angrily and Jungkook groaned , kicking out at the nearest stand with enough force to send it toppling over the side, crashing to floor and breaking on impact. I stumbled, back, wrapping my arms around myself as he fairly growled.

“What the fuck is up with all you cunts today?” He demanded, glancing at me in distaste. “ I come back after busting my ass at work for ten entire days . I just needed to get my dick sucked and you two.” He shook his head, hand reaching into his jacket and I felt my eyes widen when he pulled his glock out, releasing the safety and loading the gun before pressing the muzzle right against her skull.

The woman whimpered, hands held up as he tapped the firearm against her.

“You. You don’t come anywhere near me unless I send for you. Is that clear?” He asked sharply and she nodded frantically, abject terror written all over her face.

He turned to me.

“And you. You’re coming with me.” He said quietly and I felt my eyes widen. I opened my mouth to protest but the girl at the door beat me to it.

“I think not…. You’re not taking her anywhere, Jungkook, I’ll-“ She began, reaching forward to grab him and Jungkook moved so quickly, I could barely blink.

The shot rang out , making me jump and I watched as she crumbled to the floor, crying out in pain. I stared in horror, watching the hole in her arm, spilling blood all over the floor and the hallway and my throat went completely dry,  staring at the girl on the floor and the blank, absolutely merciless look on his face.

“Just because I let you sit on my cock once in a while, doesn’t mean you get a say in how I live my life.” He said quietly, using his foot to prod her hip. He glanced at me and I felt my throat go dry as he pulled the glock back to reload it.

He aimed the gun right at me, eyes dark and heavy.

“Are you going to be good for me, baby? Or do you need a physical demonstration as well?” He tilted his head to where the girl was on the floor, pressing her palm against her arm.

“She’s  bleeding out.. “ I choked out. “ you need to get her help, Jungk-“

Another shot rang out and I jumped, heart in my throat as I tried to understand what had happened. It took me a second to realize that he hadn’t shot me. That he had fired at the ceiling.

“Answer the bloody question Elena.” He growled and I flinched, nodding.

“I… I’ll listen… Just…” I glanced back at the poor girl on the floor.” Get her some help.”

Jungkook smiled a little. He turned to the girl on the floor and shook his head.

“Get up baby. Go find Hoseok and get that patched up, yeah? And don’t provoke me the next time, yeah? ” He said casually and she stumbled to her feet, looking disoriented and scared as she moved out of the door.

“ And you. “ He glared at me. “Finish dressing up and follow me.”

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“Where are we going?” I asked nervously, fighting the instinct to just take off at a sprint, as we walked down the road to where his Mercedes was parked.

“My home. Where else?” He said casually and I stiffened.

“Jungkook-“

“Didn’t I tell you not to speak unless I ask you to, Elena? I’m jet lagged and angry. Trust me , you don’t want to piss me off now.” He said casually and I swallowed.

He opened the door for me, the polite gesture so at odds with what he was doing that my head began to throb.

But I climbed in nonetheless. I stayed quiet for the short ride to his apartment , eyes fixed straight ahead and Jungkook was quiet too. I was too exhausted to be scared, I thought despondently, my eyes drooping because of how long I’d been up. Glancing out the window, I watched the cars whizz by, people living their lives, completely unaware that almost all of them were merely tiny little gears in a machine run exclusively by men like Jungkook. That all their lives, spent working and earning and dying…it was all meaningless. They had no say in anything. People like Jungkook were the ones who got to shape the world to their liking. The ones who got to play God.

And Jungkook was definitely the closest to an omnipotent human I’d ever come across.

Powerful, untouchable and terrifying.

So perhaps, it was a little flattering, that I was the one thing he couldn’t get out of his head.

I glanced at him discreetly.

He was beautiful, I thought with a pang. One of the most beautiful men on this planet. Despite the years, his boyish charm was still right there on his face and he could slip on a plaid shirt , a white t shirt and stone wash jeans and pass off as an innocent college student. I stared at the taut jaw, the long column of his neck and the broad back. His biceps bulged when he gripped the steering when and my eyes lingered on the long fingers curled around the wheel.

I jumped when his hand moved to grip the stick shift , curling on the knob and yanking it back with force. I swallowed, thighs pressing together as my mind shifted to that night in Hoseok’s club. I hated myself for how often I relived it. And not always with disgust.

My fingers fell on the ring on his finger. His engagement ring, I thought with a pang. Lisa. Beautiful, wonderful Lisa who had been a dear friend . Once. For all her shortcomings I knew she loved the man who sat next to me. Cared deeply for him, even. Why else would she do this to me? She must have strong feelings for him , if  it had prompted her to throw away our friendship of over a decade.

“You’re cheating on her then.” I said quietly.  His reminder to not talk to him rang in my head but I couldn’t stop myself. He wasn’t a stranger. And that ring…the ring that promised to bind two people forever….. I’d worn it too. For him.

Jungkook didn’t reply, merely glancing at me in passing.

I sighed, looking at my knees, feeling my shoulders tremble a bit.

“Is she going to be there?” I asked quietly.

He exhaled sharply. I noticed the way his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“No.”  He said shortly.

“She lives with you right? You said we’re going home ….then where is she-“

“What is this, twenty fucking questions?” He snapped and I swallowed. “ I’m not taking you home to my fiancée Elena, do I look like a fucking idiot? “ He shook his head.

Before I could demand more answers, he was pulling over into a side alley. I watched as he carefully parked the car before stepping out.  Second later, he was coming around and opening the door.

I stared at him, gripping the hem of my blouse, tight. My stomach twisted into knots.

“Can’t you just let me go?” I whispered softly, pride forgotten in the wake of my tiredness. Jungkook stared at me, face eerily blank.

“Get out of the car.”

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“Like it?” He asked softly and I stood on the threshold, taking in the lavishly decorated apartment on the top floor of the building. I noticed the portrait right up front, a large full sized photo of me and Jungkook from nearly a decade ago, wrapped around each other in a hug , showing off our engagement bands.

“What is this?”

“It was supposed to be your wedding gift. From me. I bought it for you. Nine years ago. Thought you should see it.” He said quietly.

I stayed perfectly still , as he wrapped his hands around me in a hug.

“Why did you leave me, Elena?” He asked quietly and I felt my throat go dry.

“Why do you still have this place? Get rid of it.” I snapped. He laughed at that , pulling away and turning me around till I stared at him.

“ Will you stay here, with me?” He asked softly and I froze.

“You’re out of your mind.” I said shortly.

He hummed.

“Possibly. But then, the problem is this. If I tell you , you can’t leave this place ever again….There’s not much you can do about it, right?” He said thoughtfully and I felt a sob building in my chest.

“I… Don’t.” I said shakily.

“You should see the bedroom. Come.”

His fingers wrapped around my wrist dragging me past the lavish couch and sofa, past a well kept bar onto a wide hallway dimly lit. He stopped at the second door on the right, reaching out to open the lock.  The room was plunged in darkness and I hesitated.

“Go on… After you, Mrs. Jeon.” He said softly . I could feel distaste creeping up my spine at the name, shivering a bit as I stepped into the darkness.

“Can you imagine, if we’d gotten married. This is what our first night together would be like…” He pressed against my back, arms coming around me , so gentle that I shivered.

“Jungkook…what are you doing?” I asked shakily.

“Shush…. “ He whispered, moving to unbutton my blouse again. I grabbed his wrists quickly.

“We aren’t married. I’m not your wife.” I said sharply and I felt him go still behind me.

“Shut your mouth and play along like a good girl.” He said quietly. He shook my hands off, moving to undo the buttons again.

Not sure what he expected, I stayed perfectly still as he hummed, pressing soft feather light kisses down my jaw and past my shoulders. His hands stroked up and down my arm as he laughed .

“Did you miss me Elena…..all these years…” He said quietly. “ Because I missed you. So much.”

He hugged me close, tight and hard.

“Are you scared?” He whispered, “ honey?”

“Oh, God…” I choked out, nausea rising up in my throat at the endearment.

“My wife…” He whispered, pressing a few more kisses against my skin before pushing me a bit towards the bed. “ Should I turn on the lights? I wanna see you.”

He nudged me towards the bed and my legs gave out when I hit the edge of it, legs turning to jelly as I sat on it, shaky and creeped out and terrified. Jungkook moved to turn on the lamp on the bedside table, a soft golden glow lighting up the bed .

“Look at you… so beautiful.” He whispered and I watched as he tugged off his shirt, before moving to his belt. He was watching me like I was something precious. Like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“What are you doing?” I asked quietly and he smiled, running his fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest. He stopped at a large ornate tiger lily, inscribed right over his heart.

“Do you like it?” he said softly. “ I got this for you. My Elena…. As delicate as a lily and as brave as a tiger.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“Either fuck me or let me go, I’m not here to talk about-“

He slapped me, so hard that my head whipped to the side, my face feeling like it had caught fire. I gasped, the pain spreading all over my jaw and I couldn’t quite grasp what had just happened. I pressed shaky fingers to the throbbing skin near my mouth, eyes watering at the sting.

“Didn’t I tell you to play along, angel?” He whispered sharply and I closed my eyes , shuddering.

Play along. Do it if you want to get out of here alive. ‘

Fucking psychopath.

“ It’s beautiful, Jungkook.” I whispered softly, glancing at him with teary eyes. He nodded.

“We’ll get one for you too. A wolf. With the initials JK on it…. Right here…” He lightly traced a path over my collarbone and I hoped to God, this was some sick fantasy. That he wasn’t seriously considering tattooing his initials on me.

“Strip for me baby… All of it. I want to see you.” He whispered and I hesitated just long enough to take a deep breath. I reached back, quickly undoing my bra clasp and pulling the fabric off.  I hooked my thumbs into my skirt and my panties, tugging both of them off me, swiftly. I dropped all of it on the floor next to the bed, before moving to kneel in the middle of the bed, staring at him with a smile that felt physically painful.

“I’m going to make you feel good, baby.” He whispered quietly, crawling over on top of me.

“Lay down for me.” He said, and I felt repulsed, as he kissed my lips, soft and gentle, pressing in till I was flat on my back, legs parted so he could lie in between.

It was so different from last time and somehow ten times worse.

Jungkook pressed kisses all over my face, whispering gentle words against my skin that felt like acid.

“So beautiful…. Mine. You were always mine Elena. Mine to touch and mine to break . Mine to love and mine to fuck.”

I stared as he loomed over, his face inches from mine, his gaze deceptively affectionate, his eyes warm and almost soft. I watched as he came closer, his lips closing over mine. Instinctively I kept my lips together but his fingers curled around my thigh, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper, lips parting . He pressed his tongue in then , licking into my mouth and I brought my hands up, instinctively wrapping around the bare skin of his shoulders and my body thrummed at the feeling of his muscles under my fingers.

Curiosity made me foolish, and I found myself tracing the hills and valleys of his skin, fascinated by the way the muscles flexed, every time he moved his arm.

“You like that? I worked hard on those…” He chuckled, watching me curl my fingers around his biceps. He was so… big. I moved my fingers up to the hardness of his chest, splaying my palm on his pecs and my fingers caught a hard little scar, almost perfectly round and deep.

“What is this…” I asked , curious my finger dipping into the healed skin and he hummed.

“Your father . He shot me when I was chasing his car down in Jeju Do. Foolish bastard. Thought he could outrun me.” He laughed .

I glanced at him, catching his eyes and the ebbing laughter , my heart twisting.

“Then why am I here? You hate my father. You killed my entire family. So why am I here, Jungkook?”  I asked foolishly, my heart breaking a bit and he hesitated.

“Because you’re mine.” He said simply.

I closed my eyes in despair.

“If this was our wedding night…. What would you say…?” He asked suddenly.

I stared at him, confused.

“What?”

“If we got married back then… When you were eighteen. And it was our first night together….. what would you say?”

I sighed.

“I’d ask you to ….to be gentle.” I whispered.

He nodded.

“Tell me , then.”

I stared at him, feeling helpless.

“Go on, Elena.” He said again.

“Jungkook…” I began but he shook his head.

“Ggukkie.” He said softly. “ Call me GGukkie… That’s what you used to call me …when we were young.”

I clenched my fists, on his chest, resisting the urge to push him off. That wouldn’t end well for me.

“GGukkie…” I whispered, finally, glancing up at him, licking my lips and parting them gently, eyes as wide as they could go, “ you know its my first time right?”

Jungkook’s eyes fairly danced at that and he hummed, leaning closer.

“Is it, baby?” He asked, reaching up to brush my hair away, fingers gentle on my face.

Get into it. Get into it and get it over with.

“You know it is…” I pouted, “ No one else can touch me. I’m yours , aren’t I GGukkie…”

He laughed, rubbing his nose against mine.

“That you are, kitten.”

Kitten? That’s a new one.

Shut up and stay in character , fuck.

I was so fucking screwed.

“ So… will you be gentle?” I whispered , “ I don’t want it to hurt.”

Jungkook wrapped his arms around me rolling over and taking me with him till I was lying flat on top of him.

“Then how about this angel? You can ride me…. As slow and gentle as you like. Make yourself feel good on my cock, yeah….?”

I stared at him.

I’m gonna fuck you and you’re going to do all the work.

He’d played me like a fiddle.

“Well baby? Go on…. Take my pants off.”

I exhaled angrily, before moving down, to tug on his pants. He helped me take them off kicking off his boxer briefs as well.

That’s a beautiful dick. Objectively. Very pretty.

Shut the fuck up.

“ Get it wet for me baby….” He said softly. I glanced down at the hard length of it, jutting out of the small thatch of hair and felt my mouth go dry . Which would be counterproductive if I wanted to get it wet. So I swirled my tongue around my mouth, trying to get my mouth moist, before leaning down and carefully wrapping my lips around the head.

Fuck, he tastes good.

I shook my head a bit to clear the voice in my head, glancing up at him with my lips stretched around the soft pink head and he was looking right back at me, eyes heavy and dark .

“Go on baby, take more of it in, use your tongue…make me feel good.”

I closed my eyes, letting the spit coat the hard length of his cock, sinking down till the tip began to inch down my throat. I sucked lightly, running my tongues back and forth on whatever skin I could touch and it was like sucking a lollipop except the lollipop was thick enough to stretch my mouth wide and hit the back of my throat.

I felt his hand reach into my hair, gripping hard and I whimpered.

“Be gentle…” I whispered, pulling off and his eyebrows shot up , clearly in surprise . He stared at me for a second, as though considering my request and then his fingers loosened , threading through the strands soothingly.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He whispered . I went back to sucking him off, somehow my natural tendency to work hard making me bob up and down, using my tongue and taking him as deep as I could. I felt a sick sort of satisfaction when he moaned in pleasure and for some damn reason I wanted to draw more sounds out of him.

This is a dream. Either that or you tripped over a pothole and fell into another dimension.

“ Are you wet ? Come here, so I can check….” Jungkook said softly and I pulled off moving up to straddle his hips. I flinched when he reached down, tracing my slit with carefully fingers before slipping in two. I tightened against the intrusion, still sore on the inside and he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to my mouth.

“Suck…and get them nice and wet if you don’t want it to hurt.” He said quietly and I wrapped my lips around his fingers, letting my spit coat the slender digits.

When he pushed them back into me, the slide was easier , wetter and I gripped his shoulders, trying to relax around him. It felt foreign but also good… I felt good…

I stared down at him, the broad muscled body and the handsome face and for a crazy moment I imagine what it would have been, if I had married him. Would it have been this….this… weird pleasure that was somehow both painful and exhilarating at the same time. I bit my lips as he curled his fingers inside me, rubbing at some spot high up inside me that sent heat shooting straight up my spine, slick dripping out of me and onto the hard planes of his stomach like honey from a comb.

“Now sit on my cock.” He said quietly. I trembled, reaching down to lightly grip his cock, moving till the head lined up right against my slit or where I thought my slit was. Biting my lips, I lowered my body, feeling my body cleave to let him in, his cock pressing in and in and in.

My knees gave out and I slid down the length of him, the sudden, incredible fullness knocking the breath right out of me.

“ Fuck…baby….you alright?” He whispered and it messed with my head, the way he actually looked concerned and worried and I couldn’t take anymore of it.

“Please… Please… I just… I want to go home…” I whimpered, feeling full and stretched out, my thighs trembling and my insides wet and warm and somehow stuck between wanting more and wanting it to end.

Jungkook grunted, fingers curling over both my hips and lifting me lightly and with ease.

“Come on baby…. Ride me….” He whispered, “ Put your hands on my chest and roll your hips, up and down .”

I did as he said, one hand braced against his chest, the other gripping his shoulder as I tried to move on him but it was hopeless. I had no energy or inclination to do this and the pleasure was fast ebbing into frustration. Jungkook seemed to sense it because he growled.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking bad at this… Fine… Just lay there and let me use that stupid cunt of yours.” He snapped,  gripping my waist and folding his knees just enough to brace his feet on the bed. I gasped as I got lifted a bit , his cock slipping in impossibly deeper , the tip nudging close to my cervix , the lightest brush of it send sharp jolts of electric pain pleasure up my spine.

“Oh fuck,..” I breathed as he pistoned into me, hips hitting my ass with brutal force as he fucked up into me and I could only tremble, eyes fluttering shut, fingers going numb from how hard I was gripping him.

“You’re gonna cum today… I’m gonna make you cum on my cock…” He growled, reaching down and pressing his thumb against my clit, rubbing softly, slow circles that were almost gentle compared to the brutal pounding oh his hips and I felt my mouth go slack, wetness slipping out of my tongue and dripping down my chin because of how excruciatingly good it felt, having him so deep, pressing in against the edge of my womb and I and to press my palm, right up against my belly , stunned because of how my body seemed to open and shift to make room for him.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, right inside your womb, fuck…. Gonna carry my babies for me, right sweetheart? Gonna watch you get round and full with my seed , watch you drip milk all over me with those beautiful tits….fuck…”

The shock of his words sent me over the edge, my body clenching down on him as I came, my orgasm so strong that I felt like I was cramping up on the inside and I toppled forward onto him, landing on his chest and bouncing a bit. Jungkook grunted a little, wrapping both his arms around me, holding close as he fucked me right through the aftershocks, body stilling only when I stopped shuddering and I felt warm wetness spill inside me, so deep that I knew I would have to swallow three morning after pills after this, although I was on birth control.

Because one could never be too sure with these things.

Jungkook stayed still under me and it took me a few seconds to catch my breath. I finally levered myself off of him, legs shaking as I rolled over and onto the bed before breathing in huge lungfuls of air.

“Can I go?” I choked out.

Jungkook grunted. “ Get the fuck out of here.”

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When I stumbled out of the cab, exhausted and out of my mind with self loathing, I didn’t expect to see Hoseok sitting on the pavement outside the bakery, leaning against a streetlight, face warm but determined.

“Hobi?” I asked stunned. “ What are you-“

He cut me off with a kiss.

I stared wide eyed as he pulled me into an embrace, wrapping me in warmth and scent of his cologne, his hands impossibly gentle around me as he all but cradled me against his body, his lips moving gently against mine.

“Elena…” He breathed against my lips, eyes glinting . “ I love you. I’ve been in love with you for years. I’m so fucking sorry for being such a coward but you deserve to know… you deserve to know how I feel about you.”

I stared at him in disbelief, my heart pounding as I punched his chest in desperation.

“No… No fuck you… what are you doing…. He’ll kill you…” I hissed and he tightened his arms around me.

“I don’t care.” He hissed. “ I don’t… I can’t just… I can’t let him hurt you like this. I won’t. I’m going to tell him. I’m going to tell him to let you go or lose our friendship.” He said angrily and I trembled.  

My heart raced because Hoseok was the only one I’d ever loved. In every way a girl could love a boy. He was and had always been this confusing breed of brother and friend while everyone had drooled after Jeon Jungkook , I’d always been drawn to him…drawn to his quiet strength and to the way he had always treated me as an equal…

But… but Jungkook…. Jungkook who would put a bullet in his brain without a thought if he thought that Hoseok was trying to move in on something that belonged to him…..

“Hoseok…just… Don’t. I… I love you too…” I breathed out, tired and scared and so fucking worried because what if someone was listening even now..what if word got to Jungkook and he tried to hurt ….i couldn’t even think it.

“Come find me when Jungkook is busy . When he can’t find us…” I said softly, reaching out and pressing my palm against his face.

“I’m not scared of him.” Hoseok growled  and it was ridiculous.  

“But I’m scared of losing you. “ I said quickly. “ We can’t… He can’t know. Ever.”

Hoseok nodded before pulling me close again.

“Was he too rough?” He whispered and I blinked, flushing. I shook my head.

“No.. I. No. I think…”

“I hate that he was the one to touch you, first. You.. You deserve to know how good it can be…. How gentle.. I want to… fuck…” He shook his head pulling away and I wrapped my arms around myself.

“We can’t…” I said quietly. “ you know we can’t.”

He glanced at me, eyes blazing and lips parted and I groaned.

“Don’t look at me like that Hobi…” I whispered, shaking my head.

“Tomorrow. He’s going to Jeju Do , to inspect a new resort. He won’t be back till the day after. Call in sick at work.” He said quietly and I bit my lips, feeling a bit like a whole idiot.

I nodded.

He reached forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

No self preservation skills at all, I thought miserably.  

If Jungkook found out…….

Author’s Note : I’ll add the taglist here tomorrow

[jhoudiey]

With yakuza comes tattoos, and with tattoos comes lore and meaning behind them.

The Draconia Sigil

Scarred into the center of all Draconia “family” members' chests. Before any business takes place all members must display their scar. Originally tattoos were given, and grandma Draconia is the last of the holdovers from those days, but they found that tattoos were too easy to cover. With a scar, even if they’re tattooed after the scar stands out against any other marking making it impossible to change allegiance after joining the family. The Draconia brand means service for life.

The symbol itself is a dragon that has it’s claws sunk into the sun as represented by a single unbroken circle. Of course, that ‘sun’ is taken from the flag of Japan symbolizing their control and reign over the entire country. The Draconia are not fond of sharing what they view as rightfully theirs, so they abandoned the Asian dragons and their tales of bringing rain and harmony and instead chose the European dragon as the sigil for the threat that they’d rain fire down on anyone that so much as looked at them wrong. They are the only dragons in Japan, and make it very known that any cheap imitations will be burned to ash with the power of the sun before they can gain ground.

Leech Family Backpiece (Image is Jade's tattoo)

High ranking members of the Leech family get this tattoo (Jade is the only one with dual moray, everyone else only has one) that covers their entire back and buttocks. Both Lochlan (my name for papa Leech) and Jade have this tattoo along with several of their long time associates. Floyd didn’t get this one because he “didn’t want his ass tattooed” and opted out. The piece has several elements incorporated into it, the most important of course being the Moray with it’s mouth open showing both sets of serrated teeth, a threat that they will not hesitate to devour their enemies. Other elements include waves, peonies, lotus blossoms, seaweed, and most notably the skull of a dragon and a lion.

Moray were chosen by Lochlan when he got the idea to make a name for himself in the Japanese underworld. He thought it was egotistical of the Draconia family to claim that no other dragons would be able to step foot in Japan, so the moray is a bastardization of the folktale that a koi can swim up a waterfall and become a dragon. The dot on the head of the tattooed moray is a nod to the typical koi markings, and a claim that you don’t need to become a dragon to be great. If the Draconia rule over the sun, then the moray will rule over the depths, in the trenches and alleyways of Japan as the proud dragons are too high and mighty to see what’s happening below their feet. He thought he was clever to use their own words against them, as an eel he doesn’t have “feet” to take a step in Japan and will slither his way into the homes of his enemies before they can stop him.

The peony in the tattoos symbolize wealth, prosperity, and a masculine impulsivity that seems to run in the Leech family blood. The petals are intertwined with crashing waves and water to symbolize change, adaptation, and a powerful force of nature- what Lochlan knew he would be. The lotus flower mixed in is a nod to that change with their meaning of the journey he took from the slums and sewers to a higher plane of existence and his awakening to know that he would be more than a bottom feeder. The seaweed hidden beneath the eel is for the growth of the family hidden away in the dark where once would not normally look, but can still strangle anyone who wanders in unaware. The skulls are an open challenge to the Draconia and Kingscholar family to do their worst, eels are slick and they’d happily drag the other families back to the bottom of the sea with them.

Floyd's tattoo

He didn’t get the typical Leech ones cause he didn’t feel like it, but once he started chasing Yoru and realized she was a tattoo artist he decided it was time to join the ranks of tattooed Leeches. He didn’t want the same thing as everyone else though cause that’s boring, so he had Yoru draft him up something entirely new with the same Leech elements present in the backpiece. He gets chest plates and full sleeves instead of the usual half sleeves. His feature twin moray on his chest with their bodies wrapping around his arms ending at his wrists. It has the same motifs as the other tattoos, and has added the bones of the lions and dragons in with the flowers and waves, but left out the skulls- if only because he wanted the eel to be the focal point rather than the skulls. The dot on the head of his matching eels are two colors split down the middle with yellow/olive and are mirror images on either side of his chest.

[killingick]

BLACK BRIDE ➯ JASON THE TOYMAKER

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭, 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐂𝐮𝐧𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥.

"—𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕞𝕖, 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖."

ᴛᴡ: ᴜɴᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʜᴏᴍɪᴄɪᴅᴇ, ɪɴᴄɪɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍɪꜱᴏɢʏɴʏ, ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴄʀᴀꜰᴛ, ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛɪᴀɴɪᴛʏ

The leaves swayed subtly in the wind.

When they could no longer hold onto their precious trunk of hope, they fluttered softly towards the ground, creating piles of warm oranges and browns.

All was quiet, safe for the service in black that took place deep within the woods.

You gripped the bouquet with shaky hands, biting your tongue as you tried with all your strength to hold back the tears you'd desperately wanted to let flow along with the black ruffles of the wedding gown you'd been forced into.

The blonde man beside you stood calmly, expression painted with the brightest delight as he willingly accepted his unwanted hand in marriage to you.

Your head felt wet. Sticky.

As you stood before the alter you could feel yourself teetering in and out of consciousness as a crimson liquid trickle down your skin, pooling on your décolleté before scattering in jagged lines underneath the cover of the black silk that hugged your chest tightly.

You couldn't recall how you'd gotten here. You'd just woken up to an empty service with a hand stroking itself through your dampened strands with care. You'd almost felt safe when the figure had kissed you on your forehead and apologised for something unknown. But as you'd grown accustomed to the comforting presence thick red strands of lace blurred your vision.

One second, you were being loved.

The next you were choking.

As the man's eyes glowed an emerald green his teeth grazed the skin of your ear, warm breath sending tingles down your spine as you continued to waver in and out of consciousness

"You're mine." The red lace spoke. "FUCKING mine. And if you ruin this for me, you'll NEVER see another day again."

You would've screamed, but your body felt so weak, and that dripping sound only added to the pain that circulated around your skull.

"Okay my precious little doll? I'll see you at the alter okay? I love you so much baby, can you tell me you love me back? I'm really sorry loveday, but I'll make it up to you I promise." You'd blinked, and the red was gone.

Pressing soft lips against yours was a blonde man, dressed in the most expensive attire of your time. You would've been impressed if the world hadn't faded to black after that 'sweet' little kiss.

As your eyes fluttered open again, you were greeted by a sea of eyes, all with horrified expressions written on their visages as they stared at you, waiting.

"Lady L/N?" A voice spoke snapping you out of your daze.

As you stared ahead of you, you were greeted by a pastor, and through the corner of your eye you could see the blonde man stood, seething with rage as he tried his best to hold his composure and awaited your reply.

You opened your mouth but no sound came out, clearing your throat you tried again.

"W-what?" You got out confusedly with exhaustion lingering in your tone.

The Toymaker's strands began to bleed with red as those words left your lips. And as the blonde submerged into an orange-red, the flowers in your hand began to wilt and rot, giving off a revolting smell as their true forms revealed themselves with the loss of the Toymaker's illusion.

Fingers.

Severed fingers.

And Skin.

So much skin.

A scream escaped your lips as you threw the bouquet as far away from you as possible, trembling as the audience behind you broke into a sea of whispers and murmurs.

"W-where am I? What's going on, take me home please I'm scared. Please-." Your voice broke into a sob as you hugged yourself falling to your knees and crying.

You were holding severed fingers.

Rotting parts of a body, and so comfortably.

But for whatever reason they'd looked like roses. Black roses that later revealed themselves to be rotting appendages.

"Lady L/N do you not wish to marry Mr Meyer?"

"J-just give her a second, she struggles around vast crowds of people, but she will be fine. Right my love?" The toymaker hesitated as you continued to cry on the floor mere metres away from him.

"My love." He repeated through gritted teeth.

"I-I do not know who you are, and I am only recently coming on to be twenty years of age, I fear this is a mistake I can't be wedded yet, let alone to a stranger."

The service broke out into a collection of gasps. People started making accusations, calling the known Toymaker an abductor, a liar, a strange man that kidnaps women to force their hands in marriage and many other scarring profanities.

The man beside you fell to his knees, hands gripping at clumps of his hair as tears streamed abundantly down his pale cheeks whilst he sobbed, heavily.

You continued to shake as your mind continued to replay the image of the bouquet. Skin, bones, rotting-

"SHE'S A WITCH, SHE'S FOOLED YOU ALL." The man screamed as he stormed back onto his feet, pointing desperately at you.

"SHE PUT ME UNDER ONE OF HER CURSED SPELLS TO MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH HER, SO SHE COULD USE ME FOR MY MONEY AND EXPENSES."

A thick sense of dread overcame you as you pushed yourself back up onto your feet.

"No... No he's lying."

"SHE'S A WITCH. SHE FORCED THIS CEREMONY, DECEIVED YOU ALL. YOU CAN'T LET HER ESCAPE AND BEWITCH ANYONE ELSE. SHE NEEDS TO BE PUNISHED."

"I SAY WE BURN HER AT A STAKE, BURN THE WITCH." A rather pompous member of the crowd got out as he jumped to his feet pointing accusingly at you.

They all chanted in unison as they pointed accusingly at you. The selfish desire to see you burning shining brightly in their eyes as two men approached you, restraining you with a strong grip on your arms.

You screamed and kicked as they dragged you, with the crowd following in suit chanting the same hex over and over again.

'Burn the witch. Burn the witch. Burn the witch. Burn the witch.'

Any form of reasonableness had long ago gone out the window and the dollmaker couldn't be happier as he stared at you with burning hatred written across his face whilst they tied your flailing arms around a large cross.

"WAIT, WAIT PLEASE LISTEN TO ME HE'S LYING TO YOU ALL. HE'S USING WITCHCRAFT, HE TRICKED ME WITH THE ROSES AND HIS HAIR-." You were soon silenced with a harsh slap to the side of your face.

"Silence woman, you have no place to speak in a world of God. Witch." The man spat at you, hammer and nails in hold as he kneeled down towards your feet, holding them down onto the stone slabs his companion had placed below you.

He pressed a nail forcefully against your skin, aiming the hammer carefully above it as his companion took over holding your feet down against the slab.

An ear piercing scream erupted from your lips as the nail pierced through your foot, splintering your bone as it broke through to the other side, and impaled itself into the stone slab.

You cursed as they ensured the nail had been hammered in deep enough before they repeated the process on your other foot.

Many members of the audience winced in shock and horror upon hearing the many profanities that left the pure lips of a young, innocent woman.

A liquid began to roll against your skin again, but much thicker.

An intoxicating smell followed in suit of it as it soaked your body and the silk of your black dress.

In your town, it was always so easy to get called a witch. People always feared what they struggled to understand, and sorcery was something that nobody could explain.

A match struck.

Your mother, a woman that worked with medicines and herbs in order to cure the sick after the recent plague outbreak that struck your town in London, created a remedy. And when the medicine had proven to work, she was drowned.

You remembered watching as she struggled, trying her hardest to fight against the ropes that were bound tightly around her arms, screaming and crying that she didn't know how to swim only for the men above to tell her that witches could swim and that the 7 minutes were not up yet, therefore she'd still have to keep struggling in order to prove that she was a human child of God and not a witch.

And as 4 minutes had passed, her flailing grew effortless as she became exhausted, succumbing to the calling of the bright light that called her.

The light so warm.

So comforting.

So...

Hot...

So fucking hot.

You screamed at the top of your lungs as you struggled against your confinement.

"I'M BURNING. I'M FUCKING BURNING. HELP ME PLEASE, I'M BURNING."

The crowd watched in amusement, content with the 'good deed' they'd committed.

In their eyes this was a step closer to making the world that much more safer. But in your eyes as the flecks of orange and red suckled and cracked against your burning skin, you'd needed help.

You continued screaming, begging, pleading trying to move as much as you could only for your screams to crack with your voice as your left foot dragged itself away from the pinning of the metal nail leaving a gaping hole in the centre of your foot.

Your blood steamed and crackled as the flames began to attack your tender flesh, attacking multiple nerves and sending your mind into a complete frenzy from the unbearable pain you couldn't escape from.

Your throat grew hoarse. Voice getting drier and lower as your throat melted and charred with the red flames. Eyes locked for a final time with the emerald orbs staring at you with a flicker of remorse that was consumed by hatred, before your world finally faded to black and the pain ceased.

Your eyes burst open as a scream escaped your lips.

The wave of relief that washed over you couldn't have been more euphoric as you'd found yourself engulfed in the white fluffy sheets of your bed instead of orange and red veils of heat.

You sat yourself up resting your head in your palm as you took deep breaths to compose yourself.

The light of the sun broke through the cracks of your shutters, bouncing off your skin as well as the surfaces around the room.

You'd have to work soon, but you'd felt so sick.

The nightmare you'd had felt so real and you couldn't bring yourself to leave the comfort of your room considering you'd felt as though you'd just lost your life.

Kicking the duvet off your feet, you gazed down at them frantically. You let out a sigh of relief as you'd found no bloody holes, collapsing back against the white sheets as you finally managed to calm yourself down.

You jolted as your hand made contact with something.

Turning your head, you'd found a medium sized doll resting beside it.

Ginger roots erupted from it's scalp, pooling neatly around it's waist. The doll was dressed with a tailor's hat and a vintage black suit which contrasted with it's woven pale skin.

Your hands trembled as you snatched the doll, pushing yourself up from the bed.

You'd never brought this, let alone seen it before. You'd never even had the time to wind up in a market looking for something like it given that you'd always work not too soon after sunrise, until the moon was high up in the sky in your region.

You would've been calmer, but the fact that it triggered something in your memories. A memory of somebody who'd doomed you to a fate that was so terrifying, irritated you.

That man.

Though you'd known full and well these were the events of a dream, he'd still killed you. Attempted to wed and kissed you without your consent. He'd terrified you. And the sight of the doll which effortlessly resembled him was terrifying you.

Locating a pair of scissors, you raggedly cut through the material of the doll. Throwing the blade aside, you picked up the remainders of the soft material, tearing them to pieces.

You wanted no memory or reminder of this man. The thought of him alone made you feel sick to your stomach.

Picking up the pieces, you stormed over to your shutters pushing them open and allowing the pieces to fall from your hand to the dirt far below.

𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 @ 𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

[bigtittydemonwife]

The pasta’s love language Part 1

Jeff The Killer 

Protectiveness

 this is the most obviously way the bastard man lets you know he cares about you 

Behind the asshole tsundere attitude and I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude about life lays another smaller asshole and buried deep under that lays the small boy that picked a fight with three bullies to protect his loving brother

Weather it’s him decking o**enderman for being creepy or saving you from a tricky last victim it seems Jeff always knows when your in trouble 

So low-key about it you never really notice his eyes on you until you’re being helped, and even then you never notice how they never leave

Jeff is like a dog, but not the loving wagging tail dog, the asshole that stands on your feet with his sharp claws, rips open your pillows and terrorises the mailman so much your mail is delivered by drone.

but he is also the dog that late at night sneaks onto your bed and whenever there’s someone strange approaching you on the street at night stands in front of you and bares his teeth 

Physical Touch 

Jeff’s love isn’t soft

Jeff’s love is as rough as he is 

Jeff’s touch is soft head-pats after you put someone in their place 

His touch is high fives after a successful mission where your hands linger together

His touch is quick side hugs before he goes off to go do something stupid 

Cheeky neck kisses in front of others to make you flustered 

fingers running though your hair or down your sides whenever he gets bored 

easiest way to get cuddled by this man? after a mission when he’s too tired to act like a tsundere  

Jeff is funnily like a cat in this regards, his cuddles are fun but he has to want to, otherwise it’s deemed as unnecessary

Defensiveness

Jeff isn’t a rational man 

So when he gets jealous his first response is to just stab the guy and run 

Ass a traumatised stubborn teen Jeff is quick to anger but he toe’s the line (aha reference) at when people disrespect you 

Is he an asshole to you all the time?

Yes

Is he the only person who can be mean to you?

Yes

Despite what everyone thinks Jeff does understand the difference between mean teasing and just being an asshole 

And if your someone like me who shows your love to people you care about by teasing and being mean to him he’s gonna understand if your friends are the same way 

What he does not accept is anyone who dares treat you like your lower than them 

thats when he pulls out his knife and commits stabby stabby 

Ticci Toby 

Physical Touch 

Unlike Jeff when Toby is in love he’s a touchy feely person

And once again unlike Jeff when it comes to cuddles Toby is most likely to be the one to initiate cuddles 

On a good day Toby recharges with touch

Most of the time he’s all over you 

His favourite way to cuddle is him on the bottom with you on his chest and your face buried into his neck 

If you cuddle with him like that theres a 97% chance you are not leaving any time soon 

He loves to hold your hands alot, Toby hands are an eternal mystery as sometimes their cold as fuck and others their super warm

After a really bad day when he’s had his alone time and recharged (which can take as long as a week) he just wants to lay with you a bit 

this usually happens when he’s burnt out (missions do not help) 

on days like that he wants to be held in your arms and rest his head on your chest

that way as he falls asleep he can hear your heartbeat and know your safe and alive 

Compliments 

Toby is an asshole, but he’s a lovable asshole 

And on a good day when he’s happy and in love he’s acting like a lovestuck school boy 

He’s the type to give you either the cutest nicknames or the weirdest 

One day he’ll call you love the next Mustard 

 His compliments are the sweetest thing ever because of how special they are 

instead of complimenting something basic about you (well not basic but well seen by everyone) he compliments you on some of the most obscure things that you didn’t think anyone noticed about you 

“I love how fast you talk when you get excited”

“I love easily you get along with sally”

“Your eyes glow in the sunset, it’s really pretty”

Ben Drowned 

Space

Ben is an antisocial person. 

He’s not bitter about it but most of the time he prefers to keep to himself 

Ben understands if his partner isn’t like that, but one of his ways of showing love is giving them space to be their own person 

While Ben does love to spend time with you and share interests and hobbies 

He is a human demon? ghost? thing that loves alone time 

And by giving you space and your own time alone it’s his way of letting you still have freedom to be you

Ben recharges his social battery with a quiet atmosphere so alone time or cuddle time is his favourite thing to do with you when he’s down

Don’t get me wrong he loves cuddles 

But that doesn’t mean he’s going to be clinging to you 24/7

Acts of service

Ben is a patient person 

Despite what people think all his years of gaming have taught him a lot about taking his time and how easier it is to get things done when he’s chill 

So he’s quite alright with doing things for people when they need help 

But even so he’s still his own person 

So he doesn’t usually do it for free unless it’s for someone he really cares about 

And that’s when you come in 

Ben is basically ready to do anything for you 

Will Jeff call him a simp? Yes, will he care? No 

In the end of the day he’s getting ass and Jeff’s not

Anyway 

You could ask him to hack the government for you and he would 

But basic shit is him bringing you snacks he stole from Jeff’s room when your hungry 

He just likes making you happy 

Physical Touch

Ironically enough in complete contradiction of the first one Ben actually loves spending time with you 

Not all the time, otherwise in his opinion the time he gets with you will feel less special 

But when either of you have a bad day he likes to either cuddle you and take a nap or hold you while you both/ he plays video games 

Ben’s a ghost? Thing so his body is always cold 

That’s one of the reasons why he loves holding you so much is feeling your warm body against him 

He likes to nap on your tiddys because 1) he’s perverted and 2) he likes to hear your heartbeat 

He finds the sound of it fascinating 

Sometimes he feels his pulse just because the shock of not feeling anything is fun to him 

Ben is probably one of the easiest pastas to date 

He’s like a house cat

Just give him attention and water and he can fend for himself all good 

Eyeless Jack 

Giving Gifts

Jack in love is a very very confusing thing 

Not because he’s contradictory but because the way he flirts sometimes ties into his demonic animalistic tendencies 

For example 

His gifts to you can sometimes be very sweet things that instead are normal gifts like flowers or chocolates but instead small things like breakfast in bed after a stressful mission (He may or may not use his acting like a doctor as an excuse yes EJ is the mansions doctor fight me bitch)

and then other times it’s organs like a heart or an eyeball, bones or a skull (sometimes animal) and sometimes even teeth, if your lucky most of the time once more they just belong to some pour animal in the woods 

and they say romance is dead

Jacks way of showing love is sorta a mixture of how some birds gift their mates things to flirt and how cats give their owners dead animals

He’s cute I swear 

Acts of Service

Unlike Ben jack isn’t going to drop everything to please you 

but once again the way he shows his love is more casual(?) (I mean he gives you dead things to show his love that ain’t casual)

and if he’s in a good mood/ had a good day then more often than not you’ll find yourself being spoiled in a completely Jack way?

You’re thirsty? He made you both coffee/ tea/ hot chocolate 

You’re on a mission and it’s raining? Take his jacket (not like he’s gonna die from the cold)

You’re hungry? Take a snack from his secret stash that no one else is aloud to go through (though most of the time it’s filled with organs)

Jack hates it when his lover is stressed so he likes to do whatever he can to help them out 

Physical Touch

I hate to sound stereotypical but Jack does this the most because he is extremely touch starved 

Trust me he’s not into PDA at all but behind closed doors he’s finding any excuse he can get to touch you ( with your consent )

he loves sleeping together because usually at night he’s reading or trying to piece together his broken parts

But when he’s holding you in his arms, and whispering how much he loves you in your ear when he’s sure you’re asleep he feels like he doesn’t to be whole 

that he can’t expect you to fix him at all, but being with you is enough to make him feel like instead of being broken, being fractured is alright 

But weather it’s his hand on your cheek on your hands laced together Jack likes to feel your skin against his 

fucckkkk I’m tired, this like took three days, you’re getting a part two when I don’t feel like my head’s trying to kill itself and no I did not spell check this nor will I ever as spellings for pussys and people who graduate school 

[tothemeadow]

I haven't seen much people requesting for snake bby so obanai x demon reader pls?Reader is like a succubus type of demon and when sent on a mission to kill her he falls into her clutches and it ends with smut 👀

‘in my dreams’ / Iguro O. x Reader

PLEASE STOP SLEEPING ON THIS MAN

warnings: NSFW, Obanai is a boob man, dream fucking?

words: 2,793

(a/n): I might’ve gotten carried away a bit

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He’s always heard that sharks can smell blood on the water.

He isn’t a stranger to blood himself, used to the sightly images of gore and the rancid odor. It’s simply another part of his hellish life, bearing witness to mutilated remains of bodies and hunting down their killer.

It’s all in a day’s work.

It’s strange, though, when there aren’t any bodies to be found. Rumors of disappearances plague the night, travel from lips to ears, slowly spreading throughout the small town.

Takahashi’s daughter disappeared last night.

The doctor’s oldest son? Haven’t you heard? He’s gone.

For such a large number of people to be suddenly up and vanishing, it’s no wonder concerns have risen. It’s why Obanai’s here in the first place, determined to sniff out the culprit and promptly execute them. He’s dealt with similar cases before – finding the missing persons, only to find their remains or couple of bones – but this time… Well, it’s weird, to say the least. Not one person in this town knows where anybody could be, no strange sightings or feelings, nothing.

And, if Obanai is going to be completely honest, it’s infuriating as hell.

He’s not a patient person in the slightest. Perhaps that’s his curse and the sole reason why this case isn’t going anywhere; still, with the lingering danger hanging over these poor people’s heads, he needs to end this quickly. And so, cooped up in a small room at the town’s inn, he pours over his scribbling of notes, wondering just what kind of force he’s dealing with.

A demon’s nature can vary, depending on what kind you encounter. Obanai’s had his fair share of strange interactions – whether it be demons with multiple arms, pygmies, the facial features of a fly - he's nearly seen at all. But to take victims without leaving a single trace? That's where things get complicated.

"Dammit," Obanai grumbles, dragging a hand over his face. Kaburamaru flicks his tongue in concern, sensing his owner's unease.

This isn't going anywhere. The amount of time or effort spent trying to figure out where everyone has vanished isn't amounting to anything. How could this be? Obanai isn't some low level slayer, for gods' sakes - he's a Pillar. It shouldn't be this hard to put two and two together, yet here he is, staring blankly at his collected information. The idea of sending his crow to summon for help crosses his mind, but he hastily throws away the thought. No, that's not how this is done. He isn't willing to give up so easily.

As the hours drag further into the night, Obanai grows restless, twitchy. His striped haori sits to the side, folded neatly along with the shirt and overcoat of his uniform. Kaburamaru is already fast asleep, coiled into a tight circle at the edge of the futon. The wooden hatches of the window hang open, the night breeze drifting into the room with the sound of a singular solemn cricket.

A long, ornate kiseru dangles between his spindly fingers; it’s a rare occasion whenever Obanai smokes, so much to the point that the ones closest to him don’t even know he possesses such a fine pipe. He takes a slow drag as his he stares up at the moonlit clouds, the chilled breeze whipping the choppy strands of his hair against his bared cheeks. He wonders, truly, just how the hell he’s supposed to get to the bottom of this case if he can’t find anything to work with.

Perhaps the gods heard his woes - or he’s finally lost his mind - for an intoxicatingly sweet scent fills his senses.

Jasmine.

As far as Obanai knows, he hasn’t seen any jasmine plants when he came into town. This had to mean something - it had to. Opting his kiseru for his blade instead, he easily slips out the window, feet hitting the ground without a sound. Taking off into the night, he races through the town’s streets, eyes darting back and forth for anything out of the usual.

He comes to an abrupt stop when the scent of jasmine grows even stronger. He’s sure now that whatever he’s been looking for is here. A slight shuffling catches his attention; whipping his head to the side, a wooden hatch to a window bangs against the side of a house, but there’s no one to be seen on the other side. 

“Found you,” Obanai breathes.

Rushing over to the house, he drops into a crouch as he creeps closer to the window. Jasmine floods his senses, the irresistible aroma gripping onto his consciousness and practically demanding for him to come closer. Swallowing thickly, he ignores the sudden wave of heat flushing over his body as he peeks into the darkened room. A family of five lays on the floor, their bodies moving gently with the deepened breathing of a heavy slumber. Even now, Obanai has to resist the urge to shut his eyes and succumb to the flowery scent.

Although the room is dark, he can make out a strange pillar of smoke; ah, so that’s where the origin of the smell is coming from. Is it some type of mist demon? Flower? He isn’t entirely sure, but he doesn’t have the time to care. He needs to get rid of it now.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he unsheathes his blade, not wanting to attract attention to him yet. It’s a wish in vain, though; as soon as his blade is hanging in the air, the pillar of smoke rushes towards him, slamming into him and sending him flying. Obanai grunts as his back hits the ground, the sharp edge of rocks biting into the skin.

“Don’t you know that it’s rude to sneak up on others?” a low, creamy voice drawls. Goosebumps break out across the surface of Obanai’s skin and a shiver races down his back. The smoke dissipates, then, revealing a feminine figure.

Obanai’s breath catches in his throat. This demon - you - are unlike any other he’s encountered. Immediately, his eyes latch onto the pair of horns protruding from your skull, pearly at the tip and then fading into ebony. You’re strikingly beautiful, facial features soft yet demanding. Embarrassment warms Obanai’s face as his eyes drift across the curves of your body; your breasts swell over the tight, strappy top while the entirety of your legs and hips frame the long loincloth-like garment between your legs. Both your arms and legs have the same pearly sheen towards the end, just like your horns.

By the gods, you’re ethereal, even if the claws on your fingers could easily tear Obanai’s throat out.

“So is breaking into other’s homes,” Obanai manages to croak. Bringing himself to a stand, he takes a defensive stance, his blade held out before him. He feels strangely heavy, almost like his body craves to stay flat on his back.

Much to his surprise, you pout at him, arms crossing beneath your chest and pushing your breasts further up. “But it gets so lonely at night, you know?” you say, that seductive lilt in your voice deepening. At that, you make a show of sweeping your eyes over Obanai’s bare torso, and a slight smile grows on your pretty lips.

Obanai clears his throat. He can’t let himself fall for your tricks, no matter how incredible you smell or alluring you look. If these are the methods you rely on, chances are you’re a weaker demon.

“What did you do with the missing persons?” he asks, eyes narrowing.

“Missing persons? Is that what they’re calling them?” you say, a giggle following your words.

Obanai growls at your nonchalant confession. If there’s one thing he can’t stand about demons, it’s their inability of basic human emotion, the inability of compassion. Yeah, he decides that your head is going to look even better once it’s separated from your body.

“You see, pretty boy,” you purr, pressing a hand to your throat and dragging it downwards, brushing over a luscious breast and tracing over your exposed tummy, “in return for making their dreams come true, I get to have a snack.”

“Enough,” Obanai grunts, switching to an offensive stance. “Maybe I’ll be gracious enough to meet you in hell someday.”

Before you even have a chance to react, Obanai springs into action, launching himself off the group in a great leap, lungs tightening as he releases a breath form.

It doesn’t hit.

It doesn’t fucking hit.

In fact, you’re nowhere in sight. Instead of the dusty, moonlit road, Obanai finds himself in an onsen; a great bamboo pavilion stands tall above the pool of water, blocking the golden rays of sunshine from hitting him. Thin trees are scattered about the area, riddled with stone lanterns and garden rocks covered in moss. With a chorus of birds singing overhead, it’s like he’s in an entire new world.

Muttering to himself, Obanai scans his surroundings, wracking his brain and trying to figure just what the hell happened. One moment, he’s about to slice your head clean off and put an end to your terror -  the next, he’s in broad daylight in some overt paradise.

“Your dreams are beautiful,” that wonderful, wonderful voice of yours speaks.

Whirling around, Obanai sends splashes of water flying. “What did you do to me?” he spits.

You flash him a sly smile. “Why, I merely put you to sleep, pretty boy. Can’t be much of a threat if you’re not wide awake, no?”

Obanai curses under his breath. Of course you’re a dream demon - no wonder why there hasn’t been any bodies turning up. If only he had acted faster, got here sooner, more lives could’ve been saved. With a huff, he slithers further away from you, sinking below the water until only his face can be seen. “So what now? You’re going to try to kill me in my sleep? That’s a low blow and you know it.”

Sucking air through your teeth, you shake your head. Now that the two of you are no longer shrouded by darkness, Obanai really gets a good look of how utterly stunning you are. Again, he curses himself out, calling himself a fool for thinking such things when he should be killing you instead.

“Your blade isn’t here, if that’s what you’re wondering,” you tell him, a look of mischief crossing your features. “Silly boy - this a time meant for the two of us, not for you to end my forsaken life. Allow me to help you... relax.”

As you step to the edge of the onsen, Obanai finally notices the feeling of water caressing his thighs, his bare buttocks. You just had to make him naked in his dream, huh? What are you trying to accomplish, anyway? His eyes widen incredulously as your hands find their place on your torso, slinking over the swell of your breasts and around your neck; with a simple tug, your top comes loose. You merely let the garment fall to the rocks below, a small ‘oops’ slipping from our mouth.

Heat immediately floods to Obanai’s face and his groin; his insides squeeze in on themselves and he swallows thickly, thankful for the hidden protection the water provides. The look on your face is simply irresistible. Hell, even your breasts are as pretty as he imagined-

Shit, he inwardly curses, I shouldn’t be thinking like that.

But oh, you’re just so tempting, your hands squeezing your breasts, fingers rolling your hardening nipples as you stare directly at his flushed face. “Pretty boy,” you purr, “what’s your name?”

“Obanai.”

It’s out before he even knows it. 

“Obanai...” 

He really likes the way it rolls off your tongue, the dark glint in your eyes as you say it. Perhaps you can tell by his reaction alone - or maybe you like saying it - but you repeat his name, once, twice, thrice, and fuck does it drive Obanai insane. And then you’re reaching down, unfastening your lower garment and dropping it unceremoniously to the ground. Obanai’s cock twitches at the sight of your glorious body, the soft curves and glowing skin.

“Naughty boy, my eyes are up here,” you say. Again, you squeeze those beautiful fucking tits, a soft groan spilling from your lips. Obanai nearly goes feral from the sound; without further thought, he wades over to where you are. Jasmine clings in his nostrils, clouds his mind in a delicious haze, and he loves it.

You’re all too willing to meet his touch, body slipping into the heated water as he wraps his arms around you possessively. His body kicks into autopilot, mind going blank as he presses his lips to your throat. He should rip your throat out with his teeth, but there’s something magical about the way you arch into his touch, breasts pushing lewdly against his chest.

“Fucking-”

“Yes.”

A breathy moan spills from your lips as Obanai kneads your pretty tits, long fingers gripping possessively, wantingly. It’s almost ridiculous how hard he already is, his cock sandwiched between your bodies. He jolts as your hands land on his face, thumbs brushing against the ragged scars lining either sides of his mouth. 

“Don’t,” he grits, but it goes ignored. The air is sucked from his lungs as you brush your lips over his scars, murmuring something about how pretty he is before stopping at his mouth. You kiss him fervently, clawed fingers scratching his shoulders as you tongue the inside of his mouth. You swallow the husky groan that spills from his mouth, hand dropping down from his shoulder and wrapping around his hardening cock. 

“Ah, shit,” Obanai murmurs into your mouth. 

“Tell me what you want, pretty boy,” you whisper, hand slowly jerking on his cock. His breathing picks up as you quicken your pace, the water rippling with the movements of your wrists. “Your wish is my command.”

“Gods, you’re such a fucking tease,” he pants, eyes practically glowing against the pink hue of his face. Ducking his head, he sucks a nipple into his mouth, the wet warmth enveloping your breast and eliciting a delicious moan from you. Obanai wastes no more time, opting to prop you in his lap and pressing your back against a smooth stone. “I shouldn’t... but fuck...”

“It doesn’t seem like you’re angry with me anymore,” you husk in that damned sexy voice. A moan bubbles from your throat as Obanai starts rocking against you, cock slipping against your folds. It’ll only take a little push for him to fill that pretty cunt of yours, to stuff you full of his cock and fuck you raw. It’s what he wants.

“Shut up,” he grunts, mouth latching onto your nipple, his hand beginning to play with the other. A low, drawn out curse gets muffled by your chest as he finally slips his cock into you; it shouldn’t be physically possible, but your velvety walls seemingly clench around him and suck him in, your arousal making the slide impossibly easy. He hiccups on a breath, his entire body twitching as he pants. 

“The thing about succubi,” you drawl, sharp nails tracing down his spine, over the muscles in his back, “is that we’re the demons of sex and dreams. Oh, pretty baby, how much I’ve lucked out. Everyone else seemed like an appetizer - and you...” You pause, suck air between your teeth. “You’re like the damn main course.”

A helpless little grunt graces your ear as you fuck yourself on Obanai’s cock. His hips match your movements, your sopping cunt eagerly sucking him back in and squeezing around him. You’re so damn wet that it’s infuriating; Obanai wants more, more of your touch, your voice, that sweet scent clogging his senses. He can’t bring himself to stop touching your breasts, whether if it’s his hands or mouth. They bounce with the erratic rhythm of your hips, way too beautiful and hypnotizing. 

A breathless whine breaks through your cute little pants whenever Obanai smacks a hand against the ample flesh of your ass. “Is that you meant when you said you make others’ wishes come true? Have them fuck that tight pussy of yours? Huh?”

“Obanai, don’t be mean,” you pout. 

“Says a fucking demon that eats people.”

You hiss as his cockhead hits against your g-spot. “I can eat you too, so don’t get cocky, pretty boy.”

Obanai clicks his tongue, his brows furrowing. “You better keep that promise,” he grunts, thumb grazing your bottom lip. “I won’t take no for an answer.” He growls as your walls clench around him. 

“If that’s your wish, Master,” you purr, a slight chuckle following your words, “then it is my command.”

[sukunarii]

Shinsen : nemophilist

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader

Theme: Nemophilist - (n.) A person who is fond of forest or forest scenery.

Synopsis: Sukuna takes Yuuji to some sketchy-ass woods

A/N: I suck at summary and that’s the best I came up with lmao. Anyways, I’m hoping to finish all of the requests this and next week so I can open requests again 💕💕

"Sukuna where are we going? There's only trees here!", Yuuji complains while Sukuna rolls his eyes.

"Of course there's only trees, we are in a forest, fool," Sukuna replies bluntly.

"Yeah I know we're in a forest, but I meant what are we doing here?", Yuuji asks but his inquiry was ignored by Sukuna again.

"Just keep walking forward, brat," Sukuna orders.

Yuuji continues to walk for another five minutes or so and he started complaining again, "My legs are getting sore."

"How do you expect to fight curses when you can't even survive a hike?" Sukuna taunts the boy.

Yuuji's eyebrows furrow together.

"Shut up Sukuna! I'm the one doing the walking while you're just sitting on your butt in your little throne made of skulls. In fact, I am doing you a favour right now!", Yuuji attempts to argue with the curse that lives in him but in the process, he stopped paying attention to his footing and got his foot caught under the root of a tree. Yuuji loses balance and lunges forward,

"Whoa!" he yelps as he fell.

"Brat, did you damage the flowers?", Sukuna asks with a slight hint of panic in his voice.

Yuuji rubs his knees that were scraped then slowly stands up while brushing some dirt off of him, "Wow I see how it is. You aren't even gonna ask me if I'm alright."

"Why should I? You're still talking so you're alive," Sukuna states matter-of-factly.

Yuuji grits his teeth and wonders why he even agreed to help Sukuna. He picks up the bouquet of flower that he was carrying from the ground and inspects it, of course they were fine. He made sure to not let himself crush it when he fell, after all, this bouquet cost him half of his monthly allowance.

"And yes, your flowers are safe," Yuuji replies and Sukuna hums in response, pleased.

Yuuji continues to walk deeper into the forest. After a while, he hears the sound of a water, there must be a stream or a river nearby.

"We're almost there," Sukuna announces.

"Let's go!," Yuuji cheers, glad that his little mission for Sukuna was almost over.

Following the sound of the water, Yuuji arrives to a stream. Listening to Sukuna's direction, he follows it upstream until Sukuna told him to stop.

"What is it?" Yuuji asks.

"We're here," Sukuna announces.

Yuuji looks around to see what Sukuna meant and he notices a rock that seemed out of place with the greenery of the forest.

"Place the flowers there, brat," Sukuna orders.

Yuuji nods, confused. He approaches the rock and bends down to place the flowers below it, and notices engravings on the rock.

"(Name).....(Lastname)," Yuuji reads outloud.

However, Sukuna seems to have changed his mind, "Actually brat—I mean Yuuji, could you let me switch for a moment?"

"That wasn't part of the promise!," Yuuji argues back.

"There is no one within a 5km radius from here, I just need a moment," Sukuna tries again but his patience thinning out.

Yuuji sighs, Sukuna has a point, there's nothing that he could really try right now, "Fine, one minute only," Yuuji says. Immediately, black tattoo marks appears on the boy's face and his eyes turned a glowing tint of red.

Sukuna squats down to be eye level with the engravings on the rock. He traces his fingers over it, the same carvings he made a thousand years ago.

"Sorry it has been so long since I've been back. I brought your favorite," he mumbles.

Gently, he places the bouquet of Peonies at the bottom of the rock. He catches a whiff of the fragrant smell of the flower. They smelled familiar. They smelled just like his (Name).

Sukuna looks at the bouquet, nostalgia sets in. The bouquet is made of red, pink and white Peonies.

Red Peonies, a flower that symbolizes respect. (Name) being the only person Sukuna has ever looked eye to eye.

Pink Peonies, a flower that symbolizes love and happiness. Just like the memories of her.

And finally, white Peonies, a flower that symbolizes shame and regret. They’re gifted to show apology. But they also represent beauty. Beauty in all form. Just like her. 

"They really suit you (Name)."