#younger dark haired top that can't keep it on his pants

[redlenai]

....I am not immune to Curlsuke propaganda

[whiskey-bumblebee]

I'm On Fire (Chapter 3)

Pairing: DBF!Aaron Hotchner/Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2212

A/N: Please note this chapter is not written chronologically, so the time stamps are important! It's written backwards, but meant to be read from the top down.

Warnings: older Hotch/younger reader, cheating, daddy issues, angst, hurt/comfort, non-sexual nudity, dark content (CM-typical violence, murder, death), brief smut

Taglist: @littlepeanut03 @rosaline-black @moonmark98 @yuly @jazzymariexoxoc @frogoko @morgthemagpie @laisy @whoreforhondo

Tell me now, baby, is he good to you?

And can he do to you the things that I do?

Monday, 9.40pm.

You stared at the tiled wall of your shower, counting the droplets. Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six. You shifted your weight slightly, realizing you'd been standing in the same spot for a while. With your new stance, the water streamed over the droplets you'd been counting, effectively clearing the slate. You sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

"What the fuck," You whispered. "What the fuck."

"You've been in there for a while," Aaron said softly. "Do you want me to come in?"

You glanced over at him, him. This man who'd been a part of your life for so long and was now watching as it turned inside out. It wasn't his fault, but falling in love with him hadn't helped. Him. The married man. The FBI agent. A friend of your father.

He kept his gaze firmly on your face, refusing to take advantage of the situation to see your naked body. He did, however, notice that you were wearing a necklace. When he let his eyes dip just enough to see what was hanging from the chain, he pressed his lips together. You were wearing his wedding ring on a chain around your neck.

Mascara was running down your face. You felt like gravity was picking on you, pressing down onto your head, hammering you into the ground like a tent peg.

"I..." You trailed off, cursing the effort it took to get your thoughts in a communicable order. "I can't have sex right now."

Aaron grimaced at the insinuation that he was, in any way, interested in fucking you at this particular moment.

"Not like that," He started, softly, but realizing it would be impossible to communicate what he wanted to.

He kicked off his shoes and socks and opened the shower door, walking in fully dressed. The water quickly saturated his tie and button up, leaving his hair plastered to his forehead. You didn't even have the energy to look down at his pants, but you were sure they were wet too.

He gripped you by the shoulders and switched places with you, so that you were under the stream of the hot water.

Pumping some shower gel into his hands, he rinsed your underarms, holding your hands in his so he could move your arms as needed. When he glanced down at your hands, he took another glob of shower gel and lathered it in his hands, taking care to cover your hands in soap.

"I don't want to wash you, not like this," He said, slowly. "Can you wash yourself?"

You nodded mutely and covered yourself in soap. Your eyes were dead, staring at some non-existent point in the distance.

You collapsed into his arms, resting your head against his shoulder. He sighed and wrapped an arm around your torso, mindful to keep his hand splayed over your back, and not somewhere more suggestive. He ran his hands over your hair, rinsing it slightly. He could shampoo it later, but for now, you seemed too exhausted even to stand.

"C'mon," He said. "I think you should lie down."

A while later, you were dressed in your most comfortable clothes, swaddled in a blanket, lying on the couch, with your head against the armrest. Aaron was on the other side of the couch, sitting very still and very upright.

Something was playing on the television, reruns of some sitcom. It was distracting you well enough. More than anything else, you felt empty.

"I'm going to pick up some food," Aaron said, and moved to stand up, but you lunged suddenly across the couch, grabbing his wrist.

"I'm sorry," You said quickly. "I know I... I should be talking. I'm not fun to be around right now but please, don't leave."

Your sudden movement was startling to him, especially combined with a relatively coherent sentence. It had been almost an hour since you'd spoken a word.

"Aren't you hungry?"

You shook your head. "I just need to lie here and then I need to sleep."

"Are you angry with me?"

You looked at Aaron, puzzled.

"Your body language, not talking..."

You shook your head. "I'm still trying to piece it all together. Could you... could you tell me anything? What happened?"

Aaron shook his head, saying a firm 'no'.

"Are we going to be okay?"

"You're going to be okay," Aaron replied. "I might get into a little bit of trouble."

Monday, 8pm

Aaron pulled the trigger without hesitating.

A quick thought had flicked through his mind; it'll count as self-defense, he's running at me with a knife.

The other man gasped as the bullet made contact. Judging by the breathing sounds, and where the blood was blossoming from, the bullet had likely punctured a lung. He would drown in his own blood.

Aaron took a pulse. Weak. He called for an ambulance, giving the details of the location before running downstairs, into the basement.

There was a girl; wide, panicked eyes. Hands fastened to the chair she was sitting on. She slapped her palms against the armrests, mouth hidden behind a piece of tape.

"I see you," Aaron said. "You're going to be okay."

He made quick work of the duct tape, apologizing profusely as he removed the adhesive from her skin. Judging by the wounds, she'd struggled against the tape for a long time.

"Someone will be here soon, they'll have questions for you," Aaron explained. "You're safe, I'm with the FBI. Nobody's going to hurt you anymore."

"There's another girl," She choked. "In the backyard."

"Stay here," He said.

"No," She said, standing up quickly. "No way in hell."

Hotch sighed. "Alright. There are some remains upstairs. You can close your eyes."

"He was trying to teach me to swim," She said. "He was so obsessed with teaching me to swim..."

He led her up the stairs, and she broke out of his loose grip to kick the man crumpled on the floor. She spat obscenities, tears starting to roll down her face.

Aaron didn't have the heart to stop her, so he glanced over at one of the cops who had just arrived, and they escorted her to the front porch.

"Garcia, you still there?"

"Yes sir," She replied through his earpiece.

"I'm going to check out the backyard. We recovered Amanda. She'll need to be processed by victim services before anything else."

"I'll see to it," She replied. "Poor girl."

Aaron walked out of the back door, making his way to the yard. The space was dominated by an in-ground pool, and he sighed as he saw someone floating, face down.

"There's another victim in the pool," He said to Garcia. "They'll need to dispatch a coroner."

"Is there any chance she's still alive?" Garcia said hopefully.

"No," Aaron replied. "She's been here a while."

Monday, 7pm

"The unsub is using the victims as proxies to live out some sort of fantasy," Reid explained quickly. "That's why they all look so similar and have such similar victimologies."

"Oh my god," Elle replied. "Every time one of them fails, he finds a new one."

Reid picked up a whiteboard marker and started writing frantically.

-painting together

-family photos

-swimming lessons

"Garcia, we need that address," Hotch said firmly.

"Why are the victims so young?" Elle asked, looking at Hotch and Gideon. From the silence that had fallen over the room, she had a feeling she wouldn't like the answer.

"He's recreating memories with his daughter," Gideon replied. Hotch's mouth set in a hard line.

A week earlier, 2pm.

Aaron's laughter rang out into the room. "You really don't want to know what I did in college. If I'm honest about it, I'll be a terrible rolemodel."

"Please," You said, holding his arm tenderly, looking into his eyes.

"I was high," He whispered conspiratorially. "A lot of the time."

"No!" You exclaimed, face lighting up. "Aaron Hotchner? A secret bad boy?"

"Wait until you see my tattoos," He teased. "I was really into the rock music scene. Most nights I was out until late, following these local bands around, going to their shows. Crime scenes are nothing compared to some of those clubs," He joked.

"Local bands? Like who?"

"You've probably never heard of them," He said, waving his hand. "Local bands from Seattle. Niche."

"Niche?"

"Niche. Like... oh, I don't know. Nirvana."

"Nirvana?!" You said loudly, leaning even closer to him. "Oh my god, you're... cool."

He shook his head, scrunching up his nose. "Hardly. It wasn't cool at the time."

"I bet you were popular with the girls," You nodded at the photo of him on the mantelpiece, a young, flannel-wearing Aaron. Dashingly handsome, albeit in a different way to how he was handsome now.

He shook his head again. "I met Haley in high school. We dated all through college."

"I'm sorry," You said softly. "For both of you. You'd been together for so long. You promise it's nothing to do with me?"

Aaron shrugged slightly. "We have different priorities. She wants a baby, and I want..." He looked over at you, tearing his gaze from the picture on the mantel. "I want you."

You leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips, and he smiled against your lips.

"Are you serious about the tattoos?"

"I only have one," He replied. "Do you want to see it?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"Don't get your hopes up," He said playfully, pulling off his crewneck and turning around so you could see his back.

You ran your fingers over it.

"What... is it?"

"It was a swallow but it blew out really badly. The artist put the needle way too far into my skin, and I was drunk so my blood was thinner than usual. It healed badly, too. It's a miracle I didn't get some sort of hepatitis."

"Bad boy," You said softly. "Aaron Hotchner, with a tattoo. Who would have known?"

"Moral of the story is don't get tattoos at 3am. Sean has some better ones."

You ran your hands over Aaron's skin, taking in the countless freckles, the soft hair at the base of his spine.

"Your hands are cold," He whispered, and turned around to face you again.

Your faces suddenly felt like they were very close together, and you could have sworn that you felt Aaron's breath on your cheeks.

"Is it inappropriate that I want to..."

"No." He finished, taking your hand in his. "Do you want to see my bedroom?"

"Yeah," You breathed.

Your hands were splayed over his back as he fucked you, filling you in a way you'd never felt before. His breath was ragged in your ear as you pressed your heels into his back, encouraging him.

He groaned, kissing and nipping at your ear and neck. High pitched sounds fell from his lips, and it took you a second to realize he was stuttering over the beginning of a sentence.

"I... I," He breathed. "I wish I'd married you instead. Fuck."

"Me too," You agreed, not being too critical of the thought as it left your lips. Here you were, being fucked into the bed he used to share with his wife. Everything else aside, it would have made life a lot easier if you'd somehow skipped all of the other shit and met him first. If you were older, if he was younger. Your mind was foggy and everything else fell away, leaving you imagining that this had been your bed all along. Husband. Wife.

You scratched long lines into his back, your eyes rolling back at the thought. Sweat dripped down your chest as you breathed heavily, pressing your hips into his.

"Good girl," He groaned. "Taking me like this."

"Aaron," You whined. "Fuck me."

"I am," He hissed through gritted teeth. His determined passion gave way to laughter as he groaned out your name. "I'm fucking you."

For a moment, the preposterousness of it all washed over you. Who'd have known, after a couple of pieces clicking into place, that you'd be here? With him? You couldn't imagine anything feeling more right.

Monday, 10.30pm

Aaron stroked your face tenderly, your head resting in his lap.

He didn't want to ask, but it was eating him up inside not to know. Like a bandaid, he thought. Just ask, then move on. Leave it alone to heal. But first, he needed to know.

"Did your father teach you how to swim?"

"Yeah," You said softly, and Aaron's heart sank. "He tried. I was never as good as he wanted me to be."

The room was silent for a while, and Aaron stroked his hand over your back, watching you watch the sitcom, light flashing over your face in the dark room.

"Are you going to lose your job because you killed him?" You asked quietly.

"I don't know," Aaron sighed. "It depends if they find out that I'm involved with you."

You fiddled with something out of Aaron's eyeline, and rolled over in his lap so that you were looking up at him. You held up his wedding ring, still attached to the chain around your neck.

"It's not over 'til it's over."

He nodded. "I love you."

You sighed. "I love you too."

[fantasy-svt]

I'd like that

Magic or Not Masterlist | Next

Synopsis: when running from his supposed birthday party, Seungcheol finds a few new friends and you at a magical tavern.

Pairing: Choi Seung-Cheol x fem!reader Word Count: 3.1k words

"Congratulations on your 24th birthday, crown prince."

All nobles walked down the hall until they reached him, all of them repeating the same message that he had already heard a thousand of times. After their message, they were quick to introduce themselves before the next person was called forward.

Seungcheol was done with it, his head was already perched on his hand as he tried to keep his eyes open. By now he knew that this wasn't an ordinary birthday celebration, but rather a way for him to find a wife. Thousands of nobles came to the kingdom, all to introduce their daughters and some even their sons. They all wanted the same thing, the crown and a chance to rule over a whole kingdom.

"Bored?" A voice sounded in his head, one that Seungcheol could easily recognize as Jeonghan's. So he let his eyes wander until he found the magician, standing in the back of the giant hall.

The longhaired blond stood there proudly, dressed in a simple white shirt and pants and yet he still shone brightly like an angel to others. The healer, Joshua, stood beside him and was dressed the very same. If Seungcheol didn't know any better, he'd think that they were just too lazy to dress themselves. That wasn't the case, however, as Seungcheol could see the mischief glimmering in their eyes. He could only smile to himself.

"Please excuse me for awhile." Seungcheol excused himself, bowing his head to his parents before descending down the stairs. Once he reached the bottom, he took large strides to the mischievous pair until he was close enough. Then they exited together and Seungcheol could only imagine the looks on his parents faces when they realized what he was doing.

"Hyung!" Another voice exclaimed and there came Lee Seokmin, dressed in his usual stable clothes and dragging an angry Lee Jihoon behind him. Seokmin was smiling brightly from ear to ear, Jihoon was not.

"Mingyu and Wonwoo are already outside, let's go!" Seokmin exclaimed happily and Seungcheol only smiled at the younger before following his steps.

"Why did I have to be here again?" "Oh, cheer up Jihoonie! It's Cheolie's birthday, we can't leave him with those stuck-ups." Jeonghan exclaimed, but Jihoon only grumbled on in response. Seungcheol smiled again before focusing on not tripping over his own feet, squinting to see anything in the dimly lit halls. Once outside, he spotted Mingyu and Wonwoo along with Vernon. All dressed in the same outfit, a dark shirt and brown pants. Clearly Seungcheol was missing an important dress code at this point.

The walk to town didn't take long and the sights of the forest and its creatures fascinated Seungcheol enough to make him stumble a couple of times. Not a single sight could top that of nature itself, Seungcheol thought. Unless you counted dragons, but those hadn't been spotted in the kingdom for years and thus Seungcheol had never actually met one.

"It's here!" Seokmin suddenly exclaimed and everyone looked at the younger in confusion, only Vernon seemed to agree. Joshua was the first to step forward, wrapping his arm around Seokmin's neck and pulling him down in a headlock.

"We're in the middle of nowhere!" He sneered softly, but Seokmin was quick to disagree as he pointed somewhere.

"Are you here for the Hippogriff Tavern?" "Seungkwan!" Seokmin called out happily to the stranger and everyone turned to look.

Before them stood a man and although it was dark, they could all quickly acknowledge the man as a mermaid or siren. His eyes had a serenity shine and his hair was a bright blue color that was not natural in any human way, almost like it glowed in the dark. If those weren't enough, the man wore shells and pearls like chains around his waist that would make most nobles see green of envy. Last but not least, the man's gills were slightly visible although they were clearly closed at the moment.

"Hello!" He chirped to the rest of the group before walking past them, revealing his sharp canines as he smiled. He walked further in the forest before disappearing in a mist and stunning the group he left behind.

"Oh, magic shield!" Jeonghan was quickly interested and Seungcheol was sure that Jihoon was also fascinated as he stepped closer with and inspective gaze. When they crossed the barrier, they too disappeared from view. Naturally, everyone else followed.

Now there was a tavern, lights shining through the tinted windows and lights floating around and flowers blooming beautifully. Seungcheol only smiled before he followed the rest inside.

Music echoed through the tavern, a happy tune that accompanied the loud chattering. The people inside all seemed unique, carrying their obvious creature features with pride.

"Gremlin!" A loud voice yelled above the chatter and a pixie seemed to appear out of nowhere, throwing himself on Jihoon.

The pixie wore a bright smile, eyes squinted and nose scrunched up. His hair was a light brown, curls bouncing and thus revealing his pointy ears that were covered with earrings and cuffs. His ears were the only indication of him being a pixie, otherwise he would definitely be seen as a human.

Jihoon started to squirm around in the pixie's grip, curses in his own language were clear to everyone around as he grumbled 'I'm not a gremlin, I'm an alchemist!'. The pixie didn't seem to care much.

Seokmin had moved to a table, a couple of people sat there and Seungcheol was astounded. One was Seungkwan and the other three were unknown.

One had bright red hair, two long strands at the front while the rest was cut shorter to the nape. The hair looked curly as well and two golden horns were poking out of the curls, revealing him to be a dragon as Seungcheol suspected. The man's green eyes were quick to move his way before turning back to the cup in front of him, which seemed to be some kind of tea.

Next to the dragon man sat a man with blond hair that was carrying some braids and hair jewels, pointy ears sticking out. An elf.

Last, but not least, was you. You were sitting next to Seungkwan, dressed in a white dress with a brown corset. Flowers were weaved into your hair, small jewels handing from your braids and the area around you was covered in moss. You were a dryad.

Seokmin pulled him along, smiling brightly as he greeted everyone. The dragon was called Minghao, the elf was Junhui and you were named (y/n). When Seokmin and Seungcheol reached the table properly, your face was finally shown to Seungcheol and he felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes connected to your golden ones.

"Hello! You can sit next to me if you want." You gave a bright smile to him and he returned it, sitting beside you. It was then that Seungcheol could smell the flowers that surrounded you, somehow it felt relaxing.

Soon enough, the table was filled with more people. The pixie, that was still bothering Jihoon to some extent, was called Soonyoung or Hoshi and he apparently knew Jihoon since birth. It sounded logical, but everyone seemed to wonder how the elder one was still alive.

"Where's Chan?" Jihoon was the first to talk and Seungcheol couldn't help but flinch when he heard a loud giggle above him. Looking up, he spotted a young boy on the ceiling. His legs were wrapped around the support beam, smiling brightly at the people beneath him.

Bright wings erupted from his back and it was then that Seungcheol noticed the pointier ears along with, what seemed to be, some kind of pollen that fluttered down from the person. A fairy and seemingly a mischievous one.

"Why is everyone here?" The boy, Seungcheol assumed that his name was Chan like Jihoon said, asked and Seokmin happily replied that it was Seungcheol's birthday.

"It's your birthday? Why didn't you say so!" You exclaimed suddenly as you rushed out of your seat before returning with a cupcake that held a single candle. Silence suddenly filled the whole tavern, all eyes turned to your table and more importantly to the dryad that held the cupcake.

Awkwardly, Seungcheol blew out the candle and little fireworks erupted from the cupcake.

"You made a wish, right?" Chan asked and with a glare of Jeonghan, Seungcheol only nodded at the smiling teen. Chan only smiled brighter before letting himself drop down on the table, which quickly earned a loud his from Minghao as he spilled the cup that stood on the table.

The chatter started up again, almost like nothing had happened before. You had sat down again and handed the cupcake to Seungcheol with another smile.

Suddenly, Seungcheol had a lot more friends than he had an hour ago.

From then on, at least one day a week he would come to the tavern. He would often just sit in the corner, waiting for you to finish your job at the tavern. You then joined him and talked, always having something new and interesting to tell him.

Once you told him about Minghao accidently setting Junhui on fire after the older annoyed him a bit too much, or how Chan kept pestering Mingyu or Seungkwan with his notorious pranks that were often planned with Soonyoung. Although the stories were interesting to hear, Seungcheol didn't come to the tavern weekly for them. Rather he came for you, to stare at you and listen to your sweet voice. There was something about you that mad him want to come back, from jeonghan's point of view it was definitely a crush but Seungcheol didn't agree with that statement.

Maybe it was just that he wasn't treated like he was only a prince and not an actual person.

Whatever it was, he knew for sure that he didn't mind the feeling. It didn't get in the way of his work and it made him somewhat more peaceful to think about you. So he didn't really think too much about it.

"Cheol?" Your voice interrupted his thoughts and he looked up at you, returning your smile with one of his own as you sat down opposite of him. Your hair was loose today and you wore a green dress, which was covered in pearls that Seungkwan probably gave you and Seungcheol could also notice the little acorns hanging in your hair. He had the same ones, Soonyoung had a habit of collecting things and handing them out to his friends as little trinkets and this week it was acorns. His mother had started growing suspicious when she found all trinkets in Seungcheol's room, some weirder than others, and he didn't know how to explain that a pixie gave those to him.

"I have an errand to run, would you like to join me?" You asked and Seungcheol nodded before standing up, maybe a bit too quickly. You didn't seem to notice it, only smiling as you grabbed a box before walking out with him.

"So, will you be going to the prince's party?" "What?" Seungcheol looked at you in confusion and you paused before pulling a paper from your pocket, almost dropping the box in the process. When he saw the paper, Seungcheol could only laugh.

Of course his parents planned a ball in his name, an engagement party at that. In bold letters was a mentioning of a search for the future queen, underneath a smaller mention that even "monsters" were invited. Sure, they didn't say monsters but Seungcheol knew his parents and their dislike for the magical.

"Jeonghan said that all of you were going and I don't think my friends would pass up on a party." You joked and Seungcheol could only give you a weak smile.

He hadn't told you, he hadn't told anyone. He believed that Seungkwan knew, because Vernon couldn't keep his mouth shut to the siren that he called his best friend.

"I might go, yes." He finally answered, although his heart felt heavy. He had to tell you, he had to do so now.

"Great, I'll see you there!" You didn't give him the chance as you suddenly bolted off with the box in your arms and giving him no chance to follow. He could only watch your figure disappear.

The ball was here, but Seungcheol didn't want to go out into the hall. He felt like he'd suffocate, his clothes felt too tight and his lungs felt like they were filling with water. The crown that laid on his head felt like it was made with cement, pushing him down and yet he could not take it off. His parents were waiting for him inside and so was everyone else, but you would be there too.

"-cheol!" A voice yelled out to him, but the words sounded muffled like he was underwater and his sight had turned blurry. Jeonghan stood before him, a worried look on his face that would normally make Seungcheol laugh. Now he couldn't, his lack of air made it impossible to think straight and it was then that someone else's figure entered his vision. A hand laid on his back, one finger softly tapping his back in a rhythm. He was quick to try and follow said rhythm, pushing his breath in and out of his lungs at the right pace until he finally could see properly again.

"Now why on earth were you having a panic attack?" Jihoon's voice rang out from behind Seungcheol and he was quick to thank the younger as he got back up on his feet.

"Let's just go..." Seungcheol mumbled as he made his way to the giant doors. The others made their ways inside by a different door, waiting for Seungcheol to enter.

"Where's Cheol?" You asked Jihoon, who only stared ahead at the spot where the others stood. Jeonghan and Joshua stood by the throne, dressed both in white clothes that you were sure that were their official clothes, and Vernon stood a bit below by his fellow soldiers. When your question wasn't answered, you just sighed softly before waiting.

Then Seungcheol came out of the giant doors.

Dressed in his royal clothes,. A white shirt with a royal blue jacket on top of it, the jacket embroidered with golden details and little gems covered the bottom, and black pants that showed of his lean figure. And of course, the golden crown hidden behind the curls of his hair. He looked stunning.

"He's the crown prince..." Soonyoung was the first to speak out of all of you, his eyes trained on Seungcheol as the prince descended down the stairs with his eyes to the ground.

The ball began, but all of you remained in the same spot with a bit of shock.

"He definitely looks the part, no?" Seungkwan spoke up next, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he stared at the prince with a smile. You were still staring as well, unaware of Seungkwan beside you as you tried to process everything.

"I'm in love with the crown prince..." The words were barely a whisper, yet your group had heard them all too well as they all turned to you in shock.

"You should go to her." Jeonghan spoke, nudging Seungcheol happily as he watched the scene before him. The group was surrounding you, all happily yapping away and Jeonghan could hear every single thing. Not that Seungcheol had to know that just yet, Jeonghan wanted a bit more chaos today.

Seungcheol nodded, making his way down to the dance floor. All girls had their eyes on him, all thinking the same thing. They needed to dance with the future king. Seungcheol didn't give them a chance as he strode your way and Junhui was the first to pull him closer to the group with a happy smile, leaving most girls disappointed.

"(Y/n)?" He talked to you first and the rest grew quiet, all watching the exchange with mischievous smiles. You looked at him before nodding, waiting for him to say what he wanted to. Seungcheol didn't say anything for a few seconds, taking in how beautiful you looked in your dress.

"Dance? I mean, would you like to dance? With me?" He asked, almost glaring at the others as he heard their stifled laughter. You, on the other hand, looked at him in shock before recovering and quickly agreeing. With that, Seungcheol took ahold of your hand in his before guiding you to the dance floor. The music changed just as you reached it, a slower but lively melody that both of you immediatley smiled at.

Seungcheol pulled you a bit closer, one hand on your waist while the other still held one of yours. Then he started to guide you to the dance, the music guiding him as the two of you danced across the dance floor. For some reason, you felt so happy that flowers started to grow in your hair and covering your dress. Seungcheol could only smile.

"You seem happy. You're even growing azaleas." He commented and you laughed softly, trying to not step on his feet as you laughed. You were unconsciously growing his birth flowers, which only meant one thing.

You were certainly in love with Seungcheol.

"You're in love with me?" Seungcheol's voice pulled your from your thoughts, making you realize that you said your last thoughts out loud. Your eyes widened, staring at Seungcheol as you tried to come up with an excuse. You didn't need to, however, as Seungcheol only smiled brightly in return before pulling you a bit closer. He leaned down until he reached your ear.

"I love you too." He whispered before leaning back up and continuing to dance to the music. Although still shocked, you followed his movements as you tried to process it everything. Only when the music stopped, you realized everything. With wide eyes, you pointed your finger at yourself in surprise.

"You like me?" You asked, a slight stutter in your voice and Seungcheol nodded at you with a smile.

"Kiss each other already!" Jeonghan's voice sounded in both your and Seungcheol's heads, making you both glare at him intensely as you made your way off of the dance floor.

"You're a couple now, right?" Seungkwan was the first to ask, both him and Seokmin looking at the two of you in excitement while the others just tried to suppress their laughter once more. Seungcheol kept quiet, almost like he was waiting for you to answer the question. So you agreed to it, smiling brightly as you watched Seungcheol's face go red.

"Don't you agree?" You asked him, giving him a sweet smile that only made his face go redder than before. His mouth opened before closing again, his eyes staring at the ground and you could only smile at how cute he looked at that moment.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

[handercover]

Damiano didn't know what happened, but he knew two things : Han didn't show up for an entire week and Tom was going insane, rather quickly

He tried finding out what happened, both by gathering informations around and by trying to ask Tom directly, but numerous attempts later the stubborn Slytherin refused to say anything... Damiano can swear Tom didn't open his mouth a single time the entire time she was missing

As time slowly went by, day by day, Damiano grew worried as well, but took it relatively better than Tom. In the last few days he picked the habit to hang around the castle until late at night, hoping to catch Han at some point, and tonight it seems his efforts paid off

But something is wrong, and almost instinctively he runs all the way up to the Head's dorm, knocking loudly and hurriedly 

When there's no answer he knocks harder, and yet only silence greets him, with an impatient huff, at last, he slams into the door until it slams open

As soon as he enters the room Damiano spots Tom hunched over his desk, the dark bags under his eyes are telling as he slowly turns to look at the intruder with an irritated and agitated frown

One look at Damiano's panting form has Tom stop

Damiano straightens up, his face setting into a somewhat determined expression as he nods

Tom stands up numbly, expression blank and hands shaking as he slowly walks to the door, his quiet steps slowly echoing in the empty hallway, slow at first...

Then a little faster... 

Then he's running, he's running down the corridors of the school like he's never ran in bis entire life, gasping for breath as he runs life his life depends on it

Maybe it does, because he hasn't felt like this for an entire week, like a piece of his own soul was ripped apart from him. Despite the ache in his tired legs he keeps running until he reaches the top of the stairs, as he looks down he spots the small figure sitting down against the wall, and Tom feels his breath hitch

Before he can fully realise it Tom is walking down the stairs, his eyes never leaving her form, his fingers itching. His arms had been empty for an entire week... But when he walks closer Han is shaking, knees drawn to her chest and hands in her hair

Tom realises quickly she's panicking, without hesitation he takes his coat off and swiftly throws it over her head, as if shielding her from the world around her before wrapping his arms around her

He listens quietly as Han cries, his heart aches because this is the first time he's seen her cry like this. She's sobbing as her hands almost claw at her head, trying to curl up on herself, trying to make herself as small as possible

She's almost trying to disappear, but Tom just holds onto her tight, vowing to himself he'd never let go

After almost a week exhaustion finally catches up to him, but he stubbornly refuses to let go, only holding tighter onto Han, curling protectively over her

His hands cling to her smaller frame as his eyes fall shut, despite his desperation he can't help but think of an old memory, where two much younger children were in a similar situation but on different sides 

"The both of you are so fucking stupid" mutters Damiano as he watches the two idiots on the infirmary beds, they had to pull close two beds because Tom wouldn't let go of Han, but the matron was more horrified at the sight of Han's wounds than the two sleeping together

Damiano was horrified too because where the fuck did she go to get shot? What was even the purpose of her absence? There would be more questions than answers, but he's sure Tom will be pissed off once he knows about Han's state

At least, for the first time since Han went missing, Tom is sleeping peacefully

Holding his favourite Hufflepuff, as if she'll disappear again if he loosens his hold

That black russian hit the spot and my brain decided it's time for the Han's trauma arc and Tom's attachment issues

Can't imagine how he'll take the year apart since she'll be in her seventh year while he's out of school

[wolverineluvr]

yandere!gojo taking depressed readers virginity? i'd personally prefer if it'd be non con but if u dont want to it's okay!

Yan Gojo x depressed reader <3

TW: NSFW, noncon/rape, virginity loss, unprotected sex, using spit as lube, soft sex(mostly), creampie, mentions of depression(reader has depression obv), bad hygiene, yandere behavior, fem!reader.

WC: 1.9k

Other Gojo x depressed reader: <33

A/N: ofc!!!! Sorry it took so long, I hope it's what you wanted<3

Satoru has waited for so long. He waited when you got a boyfriend who didn't care about you, he waited as you cried to him about how your boyfriend was rude to you, and he waited when you came and cried about how your boyfriend went missing.

He wanted it to be real. Really real.

But he just can't wait anymore. It's been years.

So, he snuck into your apartment while you were sleeping, he has a key because you gave him one. You'd never think that your friend of so many years would do what he's about to do.

And so, Satoru walked to your room with swift steps and opened the door. He lowers his head as he walks into your room, he glances at your sleeping body. His blindfold is pulled down, he wants to fully see and feel you tonight. But he keeps it just in case something happens and he needs to put it over your eyes. He knows you haven't been able to really make yourself feel good like you deserve; Not with how little your fingers reach, which leaves you to just put a pillow between your legs and grind your clit against it through your clothes while playing with your nipples.

Satoru walks through the dark room and to the side of your bed, his piercing blue eyes glowing in the room which has no lights on. Not even a faint glow from the kitchen light seeps into the bedroom through the door, because he turned off all of the lights.

He slowly slips the blankets off you, causing you to move just a bit as he does it. He catches every movement from you, down to the twitches of your feet and up to your lips parting. Satoru puts a knee on your bed and it dips underneath his weight. He moves on top of you with his hands beside your head and his knees by your thighs. His eyes are practically unblinking as they shine. He looks at the plushie that he gave you while you were both younger, sitting on your shelf. You change it's spot around your room a lot. Sometimes you bring it to bed with you to cuddle, other times it's accidentally under your bed.

He put a camera in it, like he did with many other things in your house. He can't always be focused on you, but he can rewind the footage and watch as long as he saves it, which he always does. He knows you're still a virgin, and he still considers himself one. He never came while inside of them, even if he was wearing a condom. He just wanted to know how to pleasure you best, but he's sure he knows now. And all it'll ever be after this is you, and him. Satoru takes off his shirt, still staring at you with unyielding eyes. He never breaks eye contact with your closed eyelids, even as he slips out of his boxers and throws them aside, along with the rest of his clothes. He makes quick and swift work with your shirt, then your pants, then your underwear. He knows how long it's been since your last shower, it's been 8 days. To him, it just proves how much you need him, even if you don't know it yet.

As he looks down at your chest, his dick can't help but twitch. Your nipples are so pretty...he's seen them in recording but, they're even more so in person. His hand reaches down, his fingertips wrapping around one of your nipples ever so softly.

Satoru pinches softly, your nipple getting hard in response. He sits back on his knees, his other hand moving down to your stomach, softly going over your belly button before reaching your pubic hair. You don't shave, and if you do you almost never shave your pubic hair. It's hard for you to just shave one leg, and besides, you thought you wouldn't have sex for a while longer, and that when you were going to, you'd have time to prepare before.

Satoru doesn't mind, it's oddly..cute to him. He knows how bad this would seem if you wake up–he's not delusional–but it'll be fine in the end. He'll make sure of it.

And so, he lifts his hand to his mouth, covering his fingers in some saliva, before he moves his hand down again, cupping your sex. Satoru's finger prods a bit at your pussy, before he slides it in slowly and gently. He doesn't want to risk waking you up yet. Once his finger is inside of you halfway, he pulls it out again before pushing it back in, fully this time. His fingers are long and slender, though thick at the same time, and they hit deep, deeper than you've reached before. Your eyebrows furrow and your lips part just a bit more than before.

Satoru's thumb moves to your clit, moving around a bit to find it-which he quickly does-and then he presses down and rubs. Your legs twitch a bit and your breath hitches. He feels you starting to get a little wet, and he continues. He slowly adds another finger, stretching you. You're so tight. He's so happy that he's the one that's going to be your first time. He's always been in god's favor, hasn't he?

After a little bit, Satoru stops and takes his fingers out of you. He moves his hands from their current positions, one moving to your thigh to spread your legs a bit, and the other moves to his dick.

Satoru softly pumps his cock, before aligning it to your wet hole. He wonders what you're dreaming about, if you're even dreaming. He pushes forward slowly, sinking into your warmth.

Once an inch enters you, your eyes flutter, not yet opening, and he pauses his movements. After a few moments, you return like you were before, and Satoru slowly begins to push in once again.

Satoru continues to sink in inch after thick inch, and when he's about halfway in, you wake up.

"What..? Ow.." You wince, your eyebrows furrowing as your eyes open a bit. The stretch from Satoru's cock burns. You've only ever used 2 fingers on yourself, and even that burned. So of course this isn't going to feel nice. Especially considering what's going on.

Satoru's eyes are all you can see, a dead giveaway really.

"Satoru? What-" You mumble out, starting to try and move away from Satoru.

"Baby calm down it's okay. S'just me sweetheart.." Satoru murmurs, stopping your from moving as he puts one of his hands under your knee, pushing your thigh to your chest, and his other doing the same.

That, of course, doesn't calm you down.

"Get off me!" You exclaim, starting to try and push at Satoru, wanting him off of you. Your eyes are tearing up as Satoru resumes pushing his member into your pussy, your blood soon begins to coat his length. He doesn't like the thought of making you bleed–even whilst he's making love to you–but he knows he needs to bear through it for now. For the both of you. 

Satoru just sighs softly, his gaze lowering as he bottoms out, as though this is hurting him more than it hurts you. "Stop! Please..." You choke starting to cry as you struggle and hit and scratch Satoru. Why is this happening? Why is Satoru, of all people, doing this to you? You never would've thought for even a second that he would do this to anyone. But here he is. You wonder why he's doing this. You don't understand. 

"Baby..Stop acting like this." He's not even looking at you. If he feels guilty why won't he just stop? Satoru moves his hand from the pit of your knee to holding your ankle on his shoulder.

"Jus-Just get off me...please..I-I won't tell anyone! W-We can just pretend it never happened....please just stop.." You sob, tears starting to stream down your face as Satoru just turns his head and kisses your ankle that's sitting on his shoulder. It would be sweet if he wasn't violating you right now. 

Satoru moves his hips back a small bit, before barely thrusting them forward, trying to get you used to him. You feel so warm and tight around him, it feels like heaven. He's struggling to not cum inside of you right now.

“S'okay baby, I got you..” Satoru breathes out, starting to thrust faster into your warmth as you let out choked wails.

“You’re taking me so well baby...so so well.” He whines, completely lost in the feeling of you. Satoru leans down to kiss away your tears, your hands trying to push away his face as you scratch at his cheeks. He doesn't seem to care, which only makes you feel more helpless as he just picks up the pace of his thrusts.

"Ple-ase.." You mumble, your tears staining your lips, making them wet as you cry. You don't know what to do or say. What could you even do against Satoru? He's practically a god. The thought doesn't make you feel any better.

Satoru just continues to kiss your face, not even wincing or moving away as you scratch his face.

Your hips buck when his cock rubs against your g-spot. He lets go of the under to your knee and he moves that hand down to rub at your clit. Satoru's head lowers until his mouth is sucking on your neck. You only continue to sob and try and push Satoru away. One of your legs is free, but you can't do anything with it. Your hips and legs twitch involuntarily as Satoru rubs and presses down on your clit. He begins to bite at your neck, sucking on the spot afterwards.

"St-op...I don-'t want-" The words spill out of your mouth as Satoru feels your cunt squeeze his cock as you cum.

Satoru's pace gets sloppy before he stops thrusting entirely, just rutting into you as his eyes screw shut. "Hah-hhhh...fuckfuck...I love you so much-" He cries out, ropes of cum spurting from his cock as tears start to form in his eyes. It feels like Satoru's cum is infinite, but eventually it stops. You hiccup out a sob, and Satoru just lays down on top of you, his arms wrapping around you and his dick still hard inside of you as his cum slowly leaks out of your aching pussy.

But, he decides to pull out. He doesn't really want to, but he doesn't want your first time with him to be so forceful.

"I got'cha baby" Satoru hums as he picks you up, you've given up on trying to push him away. You just lay limp in his grasp, your tears starting to dry on your cheeks and under your eyes.

Satoru walks you to your bathroom, begrudgingly cleaning you up before he sits you on the toilet. Once you're finished, he brings you back to bed and lays with you, his arms keeping you still in an iron grip.

He kissed you before settling down with you to sleep. Or rather, waiting for you to sleep so he can watch you.

Extra notes: it's a little soft but yeah !!! I have not posted in awhile but I'm gonna try to post more soon <3

[lombax-lombardi]

Lupin III Self Isert Bio

Hello everyone, I made a bio and lore for the new self insert, here you go. Under a read more for your convivence.

Character Bio.

Franchise: Lupin III

Madilyn Elisa Ginger

Age: Late 20’s - Early 30’s

Gender: Female

Height: 5’4

Description: Long haired brunette with dark chocolate eyes, with a braid that peeks over her shoulder, wearing smokey purple/red jewel on her neck, wears a gray undershirt with a purple dress over the top of it and gold bangles around her wrists. Black thigh high socks and red flats.

Powers via jewel: Psychic powers and the ability to levitate objects and people. Healing powers but cannot use them on herself, due to the gems influence (it houses two spirits inside it), using said powers causes her eyes to turn bright red.

It’s told in storybooks and legends about the Raven Queen and her Serpent King husband, their love created two gems, the Eye of the Serpent and the Raven’s Heart. The King’s Eye is the gem embedded into Madilyn’s necklace. Her father whisked her and her sister away from a family crisis after her Mother departed and they were raised in a small country village down in Australia.

Madilyn, unknowing of her family’s real heritage and realizing she has magical gifts, uses them to pursue her love of baking, eventually opening up her own chain of Bakeries called *Whiskers Kisses* after her beloved pet cat Whiskers.

Her elder sister, Magnolia is oddly protective of her younger sister and her Father searching for the lost gem, the Raven’s Heart. She repeats a phrase passed down from their Grandmother, “The thief waxed poetics on how to rescue a fair lady from yonder tower. Seek the tower and you shall be enriched for your entire mortality” Madilyn herself has no idea what that means herself but keeps it tucked away in her mind's eye.

Unbeknownst to her, she’s being followed by a notorious gang looking for riches and she’s the key to getting it. Magnolia ever the dutiful sister found a note stuck to the register at her sisters place of work.

The jewel of the house shall be stolen at this time and this date! Do not worry, no harm shall come to the treasure!

Regards, Lupin III

Signed with that stupid peanut face, the elder sister snatched the note taking it to her Father. He had no choice, he had to hire help and in comes Interpol/ICPO to keep it safe, the great Inspector Zenigata, a charming bumbling old fellow hell bent on capturing Lupin himself.

Without ever knowing the treasure, it is around Madilyn’s neck. Shining ever brightly against the harsh Aussie sun, she is busy opening up the bakery, petting her cat Whiskers and placing him in his giant enrichment room as the small bell that signifies customers entering, she steps downstairs, the scent of flowers, fresh bread and pastries filling the air.

Usual greetings, chat and ordering, she rushes out the back to get to work. Lifting pants, whisks and turning on ovens with her powers, the curtains closed, windows open as she didn’t want anyone seeing her powers and throwing her aside like so many others.

What our poor dear didn’t know as she was busy making sales and having her other girls working the registers, she had no idea a certain fate was waiting for her, in broad daylight.

A man approached through the curtains, in a snap the flying cutlery moving on its own was back to normal, as if all this was done by hand, the man was tall, slightly lanky in frame with sideburns framing his face and a wide grin reaching up to his eyes.

Madilyn, startled upon seeing a complete stranger in her kitchen, praying to a higher power that he did not see the magic she uses. He seemed to be plain; she could see something else in his eyes. Something whimsical, mischievous and a boiling fire deep inside. 

“Why are you here?” She speaks, holding a whisk in her hand, as if she were to hit him with it. “You need to leave, this is private property back here, sir.”

“I am afraid I can't do that, little lady.” His voice was somewhat higher than she thought but seemed to match his frame, his face, and that curled grin he wore upon his face. Magnolia was hiding in the back nearby, she was in the middle of a visit, seeing this man enter her establishment, she knew who it was.

She just saw the photo from the Inspector!

“Why not?” said the baker, clad with just her whisk, pointing it at the unassuming man, watching his shoulders vibrate when he chuckles.

“Well you see, my dear, I’m after something. Something important.”

“Important?” She blinked owlishly. That's when she heard it, the click of a gun, eyes peering to the corner to see her sister holding her firearm.

“You need to leave” spoke Magnolia, pushing her sibling behind her back to shield her. Madilyn, afraid and unsure, grabs her sister's shoulder and says ‘Sister! Please let me handle this!” “Can’t do that Lil Sis. That’s Lupin. He’s here for something we have!”

The lanky man bows, as if to give a proper introduction. “Well I was standing right here, I was wondering when the smarter sibling was going to figure it out. Sorry there, dear, but I will have to take when I promised to steal~”

Magnolia, gripping her weapon tighter grits through her teeth.”Yeah, well your Inspector is here and I don’t think you’re gonna leave this time.” “You got Pops in on this? And what does he know about what I’m trying to take hm?”

“More than you probably. Now I said leave!” 

Madilyn watched this standoff between her sister and the great thief, he just stood there with his hands in his pockets and a dumb grin on his face. How could this be the grandson of the great Arsene Lupin? He seems so unassuming.

But that’s what got her.

He raises his hands in the air. “Alright ladies, I’ll go….I’ll go….Oh but first-” As if on cue, Magnolia’s gun was shot from her hands, a warning shot not intended to harm or kill and poor Madilyn, in the confusion was swept up in the arms of the thief! In a panic, Magnolia called for help, people in the store front panicked as this man, carrying a full grown woman in his arms ran out the front door. 

“N-No! Please take me back!”

“Can’t do that, sorry, I need your help!” “What do you mean MY help?!?!?! And who shot my sister!?!?!”

“Please she’ll be fine.” As if on cue, a small buggy like car pulled up, he tossed her in the back seat, jumped into the front and motioned the driver to speed off. “Where the hell are you taking me?!?!?!”

A book landed into her lap. A book titled The King Serpent's Eye and the Raven Queen’s Heart. She knew this story, Grandmother read it to her all the time.

“See turns out, those gems in that book are real. I tracked them down but they vanished half a century ago. Turns out your family was the last to see them. If we find them, we'll let you go!” 

The brunette turned her head to take in her surroundings. Small car, a man next to her with dark hair, looked to be a samurai and the man driving seemed to be wearing a fedora, but all she could see was the back of him and the man talking to her. Lupin.

“All I know is the story, I don’t know anything about any treasure or anything.” She heard a slight deflated sigh. “Look come on sweetheart, you know next to nothing about your family history do you?” Her heart stopped. “My family….? No. I don’t know anything.”

She watched his eyes shine again. That glint she saw. That glimmer.

“How about I tell you?”

She didn’t know at the time but those words would send her off to a great adventure.

Status: Alive.

Occupation: Psychic Thief/Baker

Relationships:

Lupin III

The notorious thief who took her on a quest and adventure to find the treasure of her family history, she found herself falling into the pull that this man has. Seeing her powers, his eyes sparkled, grabbing her by the shoulders and calling her “the greatest treasure”. Feeling this was just a crush as she would be told about his past “flings” and seeing Fujiko Mine crushed her heart piece by piece, preferring to bury those feelings deep inside herself. What she didn’t know was that feelings run deep, and his did. 

Like water falling down your back, tapping against your window, the rumble in the storm clouds with promises of things to come, the clear night sky with rain falling upon awnings. It’s exciting, scary but fulfilling. Upon realizing feelings on both sides, they became official. 

In Grandma’s Story, his Moniker is The Thief.

Daisuke Jigen.

The right hand and gun of Lupin himself, he was a tough and cold nut to crack. Full of smoke, booze and gunpowder, perhaps it was the hidden soft depths buried under that gruff and scruff that drew her in or the drawl of the deep earthy baritones of his voice. Upon learning about her powers, he is more than welcome to ask questions about it even if it is “supernatural shit”.

She spoke about him, like he was solid foundation, earth, bold and strong. Worn down but not yet ready to, give up quite yet, like the ledge you pull yourself upon, the strong tones under your feet to steady yourself, the warmth upon a fire when you arrive from the cold. It was just one kiss, in the moment it sealed their fates.

In Grandma’s Story, his moniker is The Grizzled Gunman.

Goemon Ishikawa XIII

Madilyn and Goemon became friends during their interactions. She likes the way he speaks, appreciating the bluntness of his nature. She calls him “the wind” as he cuts, blisters yet has an aura of calm to him. 

Upon learning of her powers, Goemon wanting her to protect herself, gave her some self defense training lessons however Madilyn exclaims she knows some spells, just not a whole lot as all knowledge came from her Father with the request to keep it secret and not tell a soul. He gives a nod of understanding, much like sand and the wind, they understand.

They are very close friends, citing jealousy from Lupin himself as he (jokingly) believes Goemon is “stealing his treasure”.

His moniker in Grandma’s story is The Stoic Samurai.

Inspector Kōichi Zenigata

The ever bumbling detective/inspector, Madilyn finds him oddly charming in an odd way. She always wonders why he just hasn’t given up his chase but she never has understood men very well due to past relationships. Zenigata is very fond of the young baker wizard but always weary of her as she is with Lupin’s Gang, like he wants to arrest him but like there's this NICE girl here!?!?!?

He’s confused but is always willing to help her if asked.

In Grandma’s story his moniker is The Devoted Paladin.

Fujiko Mine

Ever the lady thief, Fujiko was the one who took Madilyn’s jewel further on into the story, not realizing it didn’t give the holder any powers, she just wanted it for the money. The powers were the benefits but upon realizing it didn’t give her any when she got surrounded by the gang, she tossed it, watching it shine and fall but, strangely it rose back up into its rightful owner's hands.

Ever since that moment, she’s been intrigued by the magical Aussie woman and always asked for the gem during their search for the family treasure, Madilyn refused often citing her to be like velvet, pleasant comfort but then turns rough if not handled correctly. Madilyn saved her life once, it set off the fire inside her and she swore she’d steal her away, romantically of course.

Her moniker in Grandma’s story is The Lady Rogue.

Magnolia Tilly Ginger

Magnolia, Madilyn’s older sister (around her 30’s late 40’s) is a former officer of the law, leaving the force when she saw her partner die in front of her, she swore an oath to keep her sister safe. Being the eldest, she knew what the story of the Serpent King and the Raven Queen was about their family, the current Raven Queen being their departed Mother, she tasked herself to find the missing gem, The Raven Queen’s heart. 

She despises law breakers the most and spends the journey trying to save her sister from the arms of Lupin, without seeing the shadows controlling the scenes in the background. She wears her partners, Cassidy, wedding ring around her neck to keep the promise to her family.

In Grandma’s Story, her moniker is The Devoted Knight.

[ghost-in-cyberspace]

Baldur's Gate

Captured by Mind Flayers.

My feet pounded a long the old forest path. Guttural shouts echoed behind me.

“Foul blood!” “Hellspawn!” “Hornless Bitch!” “Demon!” “Devil” Glancing behind me I could see flickering lights amongst the trees. Adrenaline pumped through me. Instinct meant I wanted to run. And keep running from the angry Elturians. But they were bigger, and faster men. I was also tired. So I turned and jumped towards the branches of a tall oak. I scrambled up. My tail alternatively out straight for balance or wrapping around branches to stop me from splattering over the ground. 25 meters up I paused as the Elturians pursuing me stopped panting like hounds beneath my oak. 3 men and 3 women. All human, because of course they were bloody humans. I wrapped my tail around the trunk of the tree.

“Did you see where it went!” A man demanded. He looked to be in 30s. The flames from his torch made his auburn hair look fiery red and I could see the glint of his chainmail shirt and sword.

“No.” A younger woman, with the same auburn hair and mail shirt. Only she was a chest plate emblazoned with a circle and star on it's circumference and she was armed with a large mace.

“It's dark.” A man whined. He was the same age as the woman, but with dark hair, and was dressed in a tunic and leggings instead of a sword or a mace he had a pitch fork. The other humans were dressed similar to him. Probably refugee farmers. At the dark haired man's whining they muttered as well. “Can't these demon's see in the dark, without a torch?”

“Yes.” The woman snapped. “And it could be in the shadows now, planning to eat your hearts to fuel it's dark magic, or offer to its god Mephistopheles or Asmodeus.” I rolled my eyes at the mention of my dark ancestor Mephisto. But it gave me an idea. I focused on my mana. Unlike my fiery brethren, Asmodean Tieflings. As a Mephistopheles I could use magic. Specifically I had a knack for using the Mage Hand Cantrip. My literal right hand in crime appeared near the humans. Invisible to them. I directed it to pick up a rock and lob it at a tree. Startled most of the humans spun around. The female knight hefted her mace, whilst a woman, young with long blond hair followed her into the bushes, holding her torch a loft.

The mage hand raised another rock. This one smacked against the male warrior's head.

The branch I was on creaked ominously. I cursed my bad luck and climbed off it onto a neighbouring branch before it splintered with a crack and landed in the crowd with a dull thud. The humans scattered, shrieking like rabbits.

“It must be up that tree!” A man shouted. “Burn it! Burn it before it drags us back to Avernus!” I muttered the incantation for the Feather Fall spell before launching my self from the top of the tree. I plunged. But the height, and the spell and a lucky gust of wind took me far away from the group. I landed, cat like before taking off running with the humans in pursuit again. I stayed away from the path, and the mage hand threw rocks at the group as I hid behind a bush. I dared not go any further. A moonlit clearing was ahead of me. Then the air shook with a dull thud like thunder. Despite the clear night. I looked up as a giant conch shell with tentacles spilling out the mouth appeared in a dark cloud. I tried to run, but the rubbery spear end of it engulfed me and everything went black.

I woke up in some kind of box, or coffin. The head of it was see through but covered in rib-like bars. The whole room seemed like it was grown, with a shell like floors, walls and ceiling, and ribbed and bony supports, with a fleshy opening just out of my sight. I saw it spiral open with a squelch and a monster floated into the room. It was humanoid, dressed in a high collared black robe like a sorcerer or priest, but it's blue-grey skin glistened and it's head, by all the hells, it's head was that of a squid with tentacles hanging down to it's waist. I've been captured by a Mind Flayer. It snapped it's fingers and the ribs of a coffin opened on the wall next to me. Inside was a Githyanki- a humanoid with long ears and yellow skin and bat-like noses. I've never seen either races outside of a book before. It wave a hand and the bulb in the centre of the room opened up like a flower with a fleshy squelch, the sections separating like petals. Inside was a pool of glowing liquid and the Mind Flayer fished out a corpse white worm. The corpse room wriggled on the Mind Flayer's hand as it floated to the Githyanki. I heard her whimper as the worm wriggled on her face. I heard her groan as it entered her eye. I whimpered as the Mind Flayer caught another worm and it floated towards me, I tried to turn my face away but with a gesture it forced me to look at it as it held the wriggling worm over my right eye. I could count the foul thing's teeth as with a screech it wrapped four tentacles over my eyeball, extend it's toothy inner maw and lunged for my eye.

I screamed and groaned as I felt it wriggle over my eye and into my skull. I blinked back tears and looked into the cold orange eyes of the Mind Flayer as it turned and floated away.

I lay shivering in my pod. New knowledge coursing in my mind as I felt the loathsome creature burrow through my skull causing my head to pound and my stomach to lurch. A roaring noise echoed through my skull then a gout of flame roared into the room. The I felt the ship shudder and thud. The Githyanki struggled in her pod as a huge red dragon ripped a hole in the ship. The Nautiloid. It got shook off but reappeared as the snow around it disappeared in black smoke. It breathed fire into the room igniting the worm pool. The Githyanki fell free of her pod. She looked at me as I struggled but continued on to the hole in the wall.  

[safetypinneds]

sam takes note of the impatience in castiel's voice. can't help but feel a little guilty for keeping him waiting when..it seems like all he wants to do is dive in and figure it out as he goes. the questions were meant to see what he might like. what he might want to experience first and make those a priority but..the angel seems very direct in wanting to explore, well. EVERYTHING until he figures out what he likes the most. okay. he can work with that. he listens to the answers and dips his head into a nod. broad shoulders hitch in a shrug and he closes the distance between them. "okay. then. we can figure it out...," he murmurs as hands drift up to dance a caress over castiel's cheekbones.

head dipping down, he cups castiel's cheeks in his palms. fingertips tracing over skin that is warm and soft to the touch. when he captures castiel's lips with his own--it's a kiss that sam lets himself indulge in. the taste. the feel of castiel's mouth against his. draws a murmur of delight from the younger winchester's lungs. one that gets fed into the kiss and caresses over a tongue that dips in between castiel's lips to taste. feel. sample the flavor of as they breathe against one another's noses. one warm breath feeds the other. sparks ignite in sam's chest. does castiel have any idea how much he means to him? he wonders sometimes. because he'd never see himself the way sam sees him. brilliant. worthy of so much devotion. because he's given him and dean nothing BUT.

his touch drifts lower. dances along castiel's throat as he pushes his tongue deeper. deciding fuck it. his touch glides up. up. up. fingers bury their long lengths inside dark, cool to the touch strands of hair. both at the back of castiel's head and the top. another lingering kiss peppered over the angel's bottom lip, his jawline and then his throat before with a shuddering breath. gold rimmed hazel meets blue and he moves his mouth to castiel's chin. throat. sam falls to his knees. fingers circle around castiel's wrist. he brings it to his lips as he peppers kisses along the thin skin there. other hand deftly rids castiel of his belt buckle. the button and zipper of his pants are undone even if his fingers tremble. nervous anticipation. the full on wonderment of where this will lead.

sam pulls his mouth away, cranes his neck back to look up at him and lets the eye contact linger for only a heartbeat or two before he dips in and presses a kiss to the exposed flesh just above the elastic line of castiel's undergarment. both fingers curl into the waistband of his pants and the fragile fabric he's kissing above. then start to draw them down over his hips. further still... his mouth latches onto his hip and starts to suck a mark that buds red underneath his lips. fingers flutter a caress along an inner thigh that is soon bared to his touch. less frustration, he hopes. a shaken breath and he moves to the opposite hip to repeat the same. the taste of skin over his tongue earning a groan of want that sparks a splash of chills moving down his own inner thighs, stomach..and heat that spreads from there on out.

                               FOR A MAN WITH AN AWFUL LOT OF OPINIONS, Sam sure takes his sweet time to respond. Perhaps Castiel should have asked Dean for guidance on this topic. Or maybe he should have returned to Chastity to ask her. She is a professional, at least, and maybe this is a request that only sounds normal when there's some sort of payment involved? Castiel doesn't know, and it frustrates him. Why is it that people jump at the opportunity to show him how his mobile device works, but as soon as it comes to fellatio and all other sexual practices, they get weird? Humans love intercourse. It's not like Castiel wants something painful here.

                                Sam's hands slide off his face and instead reach for his hands. "I don't know, Sam," Castiel repeats, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice. To him, they're just going around in circles. How can he tell Sam what he wants to know if he doesn't even know what things exist in the first place? Sure, he's watched humanity for thousands of years, but it's not like he paid close attention to what they were doing in the bedroom. He deemed sex very boring until he tried it out recently. "I want an orgasm. Preferably more than one, to be honest. I don't really care how that happens. And," he stresses because that has been nagging him a little, "I want my partner to have orgasms, too. And I don't know how to achieve this."

                                Simple in-and-out movements hadn't succeeded the last time, so what was the trick? Where did he go wrong? "There must be a standard procedure. Right? Or maybe a handful of standard procedures one can build upon later." How else does Dean satisfy his partners if not expertly performing these procedures?

[prettybrownelf]

I'm not sure if you're taking requests since I'm new to your blog, but if you are; could I humbly ask for some hate sex that turns soft with top!dom Bucky and a male reader (preferably FtM, but I'm not picky).

a/n- thank you sm for your request! sorry it took a little bit to get to, hope you enjoy!

Twin Sized Mattress

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Bucky Barnes x FTM Reader

Summary- Being forced to go on a mission with Bucky takes a turn when he decides you need to learn how to be respectful

Word Count- 1548

Content Warnings- Top/Dom Bucky, Description of AFAB genitalia, Hair Pulling, Fingering, Soft Bucky, Pet Names, Slight Praise, Slight Degradation

Of course, you get stuck with the fucking asshole on this mission. 

You and Buck have been driving around for six hours to get to this shitty hideout. You lazily throw your duffle bag into the dusty floor as you fall into one of the shitty twin-sized mattresses on the floor. You hear the usually annoyed grunt from Bucky as he looks out the small window. 

“At least no ones gonna be seeing us here.” You click your tongue as you sit up, shoving your shoes off your feet. “Obviously, no ones gonna be looking in a dump like this.” Bucky glares over at you as he sits stiffly on the other mattress. “You shouldn't be taking your things off, anyone could come in at any moment.” 

The eye roll you give just seems to piss him off more as you slide your gloves off. “You just said no one would come here and now you're pissed over me taking these annoying ass clothes off.” His cold gaze does not change as he flexes his fingers. “It's to keep you protected, it's not supposed to be comfortable.” You chuckle to yourself as you lay back on the bed, desperately trying to trick yourself into thinking it isn't as hard as a rock. 

“You're not the one running around in binding tape all day.” Bucky rolls his eyes as he stands up, pacing back and forth around the small room. “No but I am the one running around in metal all day, I think I've got you beat.” The ceiling isn't nearly as interesting as you wished it was as you try to tune him out. “Oh my fucking god whatever.” 

Resting your eyes doesn't seem to be an option either as Bucky murmurs under his breath as he walks. Whispering to himself about ‘young and annoying new members’ and ‘he barely knows what he fucking does.' 

“You know I can hear you, right asshole?” Bucky stops in his tracks to look at you. “Yeah, that's the fucking point.” “You know that just because I'm younger doesn't mean I'm not capable. Not all of us can be super soldiers from the forties.” Bucky tightens his jaw as he makes his way over to you. “You seriously need to be taught a lesson, considering you don't know how to be respectful in any way towards me.” A laugh comes out of you before you can stop it, making Bucky's eyes go dark. “Why the fuck should I respect you? All you ever do is be an asshole to me.” The way Bucky towers over you is enough to send a chill down your back. You sometimes forget he's the winter soldier. 

Something is sitting in Bucky's eyes that you can't pinpoint as he bends over slightly. “I could teach you a lesson right now, that is if you want me to.” A familiar warm sensation runs throughout your body as you sit up on your forearms. “Geez if you wanted to fuck me you coulda just said so.” 

Bucky rolls his eyes as he sits on the mattress with you, trapping your body between his legs. He cocks an eyebrow at your unmoving form as he slowly begins taking off his suit. “What the fuck are you looking at, take your shit off.” You giggle at his annoyed face as you slowly slip off your turtle neck. “Calm down asshole, I'm getting there.”

The smirk that forms on Bucky's lips makes your brain fog. You don't have time to hesitate on taking your pants off when Bucky moves over top of you, smashing his lips onto yours. 

His lips are softer than you imagined, completely taking over every thought you had as your hands immediately shove into his hair. He groans deeply into the kiss as his hand's grip onto your waist, holding you still against the mattress. “You look so good like this.” He murmurs, snaking his hand around your throat, giving an experimental grip. The way you breathe out a moan tells him everything he needs to know as he tightens. “You're a good boy when you have a hand ‘round your throat huh?” 

You can't do anything but buck your hips as you let out a small whine, silently begging him to continue. Bucky slides his hand up your chest, just missing your tape as he watches you flint at the cold contact. He finally removes his hand from your neck to let you breathe. “You gonna be a good slut for me?” You nod desperately as you reach up to grab his shoulder, only to have him smack them down. “Did I tell you to move slut?” The raspiness of his voice makes you still. “I'm sorry.” Your voice comes out as a weak murmur. Bucky grins like a wolf getting its prey as he leans back over you, resting his forehead on yours. 

His hand slowly begins going down your chest, his eyes pouring into yours. The second his hand begins fumbling with your best you freeze. Your hands move before you can stop them, clasping over his wrists. “Did I tell you to fucking move!” He growls. 

But something strangely soft shifts in his eyes as you look at him in the eyes. “Sorry, just instinct.” Bucky takes a moment to look at you as he brings his head down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Don't worry, I'll be gentle.” The way he whispers strangely calms every nerve in your body as you slowly let go of his wrists. 

Bucky begins leaving small kisses on your neck as he slowly undoes your belt, smiling on your skin when he hears you whine. Unbuttoning your pants takes no time at all as he slips his hand into your underwear. He keeps his hand on top of your underwear as he begins moving his finger, waiting to hear a noise from you to hear if you're alright. 

He gets his answer almost immediately as you grip his hair, lightly moaning out his name as you move your hips along with his finger. Bucky grins widely as he picks up his pace, quickly moving his hand into your underwear. His finger almost immediately circles your clit, making you jump into his body above you. The way he chuckles in your ear makes you swoon as he moves his finger to slowly push inside you. 

You immediately moan out his name, your grip on his hair getting tighter as you desperately move your hips along with his motions. “Good boy.” Bucky's voice in your ear isn't helping the heat swelling in your stomach as he adds another finger, moving his pace faster and faster, his thumb moving to circle your clit again. 

Your eyes roll back as you feel the knot in your stomach snap before you even realize it's happening. Bucky seems caught off guard as he removes his hand, sticking his fingers in his mouth. The sight makes you turn to mush under him.  

“You want me to fuck you, pretty boy?” A nod is all you can give as Bucky begins taking his pants off. “I'm gonna need a yes baby.” Your voice is meek as you try to get your words out. “Yes please.” Bucky grins as he bends over you, “Good boy.” 

Your mind goes blank when he pushes in, you can hear Bucky groans above you. You arch into his broad chest as he wraps his arm around your back. The slow feeling of him getting deeper nearly throws you over the edge again as he finally bottoms out. His robotic hand is cold against your back, sending a shiver up your spine as he slowly begins moving. 

Bucky doesn't seem to realize just how fast he's going, even if it is his idea of slow. You feel your legs begin to shake as you tangle your hands in his hair, moaning his name in his ear. Bucky chuckles as he somehow gets faster, deep-voiced groans echoing in the room. “You're so loud baby, you want everyone to hear how much of a slut you are?” Even though his words are crude, you can't help but hear the softness in his voice as he holds you tighter to him. 

The feeling of him getting sloppier with his thrusts tells you everything you need to know as your grip on his hair gets tighter. “I'm close.” You attempt to mutter out, grinding your hips along with his. Bucky kisses your neck as he desperately pounds into you. “Fuck, I am too.” 

The shake that courses through your body is enough to make you scream, holding Bucky as close to your body as you possibly can. Bucky's thrusts finally come to a halt as you feel him cum inside you, holding himself against you as he finishes. 

Deep breaths are the only sound heard in the room as he finally gets off of you, laying on the mattress next to you. “You ok?” He asks, combing a bit of your hair out of your face. You nod as you stretch out your legs, feeling your body come down from its high. “You gonna stop being a brat now?” You chuckle as you pat the top of his head. “No, I'm not.”

[visionsofmagic]

adult!atreus x f!reader

summary: fenrir wants to see atreus, and because of being mommy of him, you can't stand to his sad eyes. you decide to visit atreus who is lasty seen in north side of the midgard. the little boy you saw 6 years ago is not the same and seeing him after a long time, hidden feelings come to surface.

requested by a lovely anon & @ornhub; (anon) "Heyyy (yeah i dragged that out) new follower here....ummm is there any chance for you to write an atreus ff??? Yk cuz like there's nothing in the internet and i am getting kinda desperate i mean i did found one (and another that's already finished like 2-3 yrs ago....) but uhhhh it was good,great even but considering it's the only one atm i have no alt atreus ff to read i have read your work i must say and i ain't sayin this just cuz ok? It's pretty good 👍so is there any chanceeeeeee??? I will literally beg,dogeza whatever you want me to,doggystyle? You want doggystyle??" & (@ornhub) "Hey do you write for adult atreus?"

tags & notes: atreus was 14 years old in gow: r, so, he is 20 years old in this one. I didn't want him to be younger than 20, so, read with keeping this in mind. fluff, hugging, touching, flirting, kissing, lots of emotions, curses, explicit language, and lots of fenrir.

atreus wasn't same. he was - he was so much more. he turned to be a strong man from an unexperienced boi. he has become more attractive than before. his blue eyes was moving fastly, his body was built as powerful as his father - nearly. he now had muscles on his arms, chest and thighs. he was the boy you met long ago but his growth was taking your breath away.

"fenrir!" he said, smiling happily to see fenrir, his pet that he loves so much. fenrir, on the other hand, run towards him without waiting for your permission. he run to atreus while jumping on the air, making the surface you are on to shake. he was making lovely sounds, showing how happy he was to you. smiling at their meeting, you felt something forgetten in your heart; you - you missed him. you missed too much to get jealous of how fenrir was showing his love to him, licking his face. you wanted to hug too, to feel atreus who now had a glowing mark on his face like his father's red mark. it was coming from his back to his cheek, glowing in green, making his orange and brown colored hair look so good. you wanted to travel your hand on that mark, to feel it.

as you kept looking, he turned to you. there was something unreadable expression on his handsome face, like he was waiting for something.

"hi," he spoke first, caressing fenrir's fur, smiling to you. "it's good to see you."

you nodded, taking further steps to their side. you stopped when there were a few steps between your bodies. "it's good to see you too pretty boy."

you didn't know how you already gained your past bond with him. you used to call him pretty boy, having fun to see his flustered pink colored face. before your brain made a comprehending, your heart spoke. now, it was you who had pink color on cheeks.

smirking, atreus showed himself to you, from head to toe. "I am not a boy anymore."

looking at his clothes; a fur on his chest, a dark red colored top and a tight black pants that expose his strong leg and thighs, lastly a light brown colored boot. he was looking - good.

"clearly." you said, in a very low tone, not wanting him to see his effects on you. not now. not the moment you met again.

"c'mon," he said, pointing the mountain that he was about to climb before your unseen visit. "I was in a mission to help villagers. they said there was am outsider attack to corps, taking their food. I need to deal with them. would you like to -"

"of course!" you said, too excited. then, you tried to stay calm, playing with your arrow, you said, "I mean, yes. why not?" right, fenrir? you want to help daddy?"

fenrir nodded playfully, feeling so excited like you. how you both loved atreus so much. but how sad he was the one who could show it. not you too.

atreus looked at you, then, he turned to start climbing, "I didn't know I was his - well - daddy."

you tried to hide your smirk, "well, I had to use a nickname for you while speaking about you with him. he seemed to like that certain nickname, so."

you too started to climb, following him closely. as you began to climb side by side, you turned to fenrir, "c'mon fenrir, reach the mountain. we will be there the moment you reach."

fenrir nodded to you. he began to run towards other direction of the mountain to find his way to the top. you then turned to atreus who was looking at you, again having an unreadable expression.

"what?" you asked.

he shrugged, continuing to climb mountain, "I just -" he stopped for a moment, "I just felt a familiar feeling. I missed you. I mean you and fenrir, of course."

if you couldn't see pink colors on his face, you would say he was trying not to give you wrong signals but you knew this boy well. he was atreus, your atreus. even if he had a different physical appearance, he was still the boy you knew. so, now, he was - flirting. definitely. and that caused your breath to pitch. he was feeling same as you.

smiling to yourself, you kept climbing.

you two kept the silence until reaching the top of the mountain. watching his movements, you came to a conclusion; his power has grown too. he was more powerful than before. you wanted to see him in action.

he was the first one reached to the top. he then turned to you, offering his hand. what a gentleman, like always.

you accepted his hand, allowing him to pull your smaller body without showing any weakness. he kept a smile on his face, "so, what do you think?"

 as fenrir joined you, you raised an eyebrow. "I am thinking about - what?"

he rolled his eyes, still smiling. jumping from one ground to around, you behind him, he pointed to himself, "about me of course!" he turned to your direction, continuing to walk but back this time. you found this - cute.

fenrir was following you from the right side, under the wooden grounds you were jumping on. you wanted fenrir to interfere you, helping you to escape from this situation. you was someone who always told true and atreus knew that. he was really questioning you right now but you couldn't express your real emotions 'till you got his thoughts, clearly.

shrugging, "dunno." you said, walking to his side. "you are - fine."

"fine?!" he said, waving his hands on your face, "you can do better than that."

you rolled your eyes, stopping in front of him, fenrir stopped on his trial too. looking up to your face curiously.

"don't try me, atreus." you punched him the arm, gently, "you know I can do better in everything."

he smirked, "then let's make a deal."

"yeah?"

"I don't know how many men are there but here's the deal; if I kill them without a single scar on me, you will answer my questions."

"questions?" you asked, putting your hands on waist, "you asked one."

"I will ask two more. and you will answer 3 of them without lying. you know I can understand the moment you lie." nodding to him, you said, "and? what about me?"

"if you kill them without a scar, I will do something you want me to."

"anything?" you asked, smirking.

"anything." he said, looking so confident.

this was going to be fun.

*

"and, the last one!" atreus shouted from left, kicking the last outsider's face with his foot, making his head to break, killing him in a second.

as you picked your bows from death bodies, you began to take deep breaths. no, it wasn't because of feeling exhausted, it was because of feeling so hot.

the moment you found outsider and fight began, you saw him in action that made you feel hotter than before. he was so much powerful and professional than before. he was moving so fast, with a great confidence, not showing any weaknesses or fear. he was good at combat and fighting too; using both his knife, arrow and fists. also, he was good at kicking. and while watching him, you felt unfamiliar feelings on your body. freya told you some stuff about, well, being a woman now but you never felt this odd before. yes, you had a few lovers, but you couldn't make it 'till having intimate moments with them because the love you buried for atreus was keeping you from doing it.

but now, you felt something odd and strong feeling on your skin. on your core. you wanted to gain a relief and he even didn't touch you in that way. oh, how pathetic. you had to come to your sense. so, you turned to fenrir, giving him all your attention.

"good job, fenrir!" you said, smiling to him, caressing his fur. he shoke his head to left and right, smiling too. thanks to time you had with fenrir, you understood him better. "yes, you was so strong!"

atreus who picked his bows too came to your side, caress fenrir's right side, his smaller hand disappearing inside the grey fur. "good boy." he said, giving his attention to fenrir but you both knew you were trying to avoid each other.

but no, you couldn't do that, not anymore. you weren't a little girl. you were a woman now who shouldn't fear anything, even your own feeling. and when you looked at his close face from this side, you couldn't help yourself but to watch him; his mark on his face was glowing like sun's itself, making him look more dangerous and attractive. his blue eyes was holding eternity inside them, his hair was so touchable and he hadn't any scar on his handsome face.

smirking, he said, "I didn't know you was a watcher."

gulping because of your dumbass actions, you turned to fenrir, "I was just looking at that mark of yours."

"oh," he said, sounding a little disappointed. "it's just a tattoo. I wanted to have something similar with my father."

you now focused on him, leaving fenrir's fur, "you already so much like him. you are even better than him."

he turned to you too, happiness inside his blue eyes. he looked at your face for a certain time, like he was like to see your face. then, he smiled, "don't say this to old man, he can get jealous."

you chuckled, "he definitely can."

as you began to speak about your own worlds and others, you traveled around the realm, in a place that had green big trees and beautiful flowers. he told his stories about finding giants, and you told your days, dealing with kratos, mimir and fenrir. he told how he missed them and you wanted to tell him to come back but fearing of his answer, you kept silent.

then, you reached to another high mountain's top, seeing the sun's rising. a magnificent view.

stopping there, you sat down on the edge of the mountain, not feeling any fear to fall. this moment - was beautiful because you had atreus on your side and fenrir on your back. fenrir was sitting on behind, putting his head to his huge paws, closing his eyes to take a break from the day.

atreus, on the other hand, sat down to your right, looking at the sun too. there was a peaceful feeling on the air, surrounding both of your bodies, making them become one. you knew you weren't the only one who felt like that because the moment you looked at him, you saw his blue eyes - on your face.

he was looking at you.

he was looking at you from head to toe, especially to your face, with a ghost smile on his face.

you wanted to ask 'what' but you were afraid to cut this beautiful moment, so, you just looked at him the way he looked at you.

as minutes passed, fenrir sniffed, looking at something on the left side of the mountain. breaking the eye contact, atreus said to him, "It's okay boy. relax."

fenrir nodded, going back to his sleep, leaving you two alone again.

"now," atreus said, "It's time to answer my questions."

yıu looked confused, "but neither you or me got a scar. doesn't this mean that the deal is off?"

"no, not at all!" atreus smiled, "it means we both won. I will ask my questions and you will tell me something you want me to."

nodding, you waited for him to start.

after taking a deep breath, he said finally, "what do you think about me?"

you can't avoid that determined to come, right? nodding to yourself, you accepted the faith you had with this question. you had to answer and maybe for the first time, you really wanted to show your true thoughts and feelings. so, you started to speak without thinking risks of your words, looking at the sun rather than his face.

"firstly, I think you has grown. you become a man." you didn't need to look at him to see his proud smirk. "and I you - you become an attractive one. you fight well, you climb well, so, you do things well." making understandable sentences was hard but you tried to make sense of your complex speech. "I think that you are the same atreus I once knew but you became much more, in a good way of course."

finishing your speech, you looked at him. he looked happy but not that happy.

"and?" he asked.

"what and? I told you everything."

rolling his eyes, he waved his hand on the air. "okay, I will not push. the second question." you took a deep breath, "do you come to me just because fenrir asked you to?"

now, that was a hard question to give an answer than the first one. but, you wanted to give a real but general answer.

"I also missed you, so, when fenrir asked me to, I accepted it. it was a long time ago since our last meeting. it sounds fun to see you again."

he nodded, but not in a good way. "you are doing this on purpose."

"what am I doing? I am just answering your questions dummy."

"and you are not giving detail answers. you just try to get rid of them already." standing up, he looked down at your confused face, "we should get going."

"atreus!" you shouted behind him, waking fenrir up. he looked frustrated atreus who was leaving your side and you who was running behind him. "just stop and listen. why are you become angry all of sudden?"

the boy - now man, still had a tempature that come suddenly.

as you and fenrir followed his fast steps, you shouted again, "atreus!"

he stopped, looking back, "what?!"

you stopped to, leaving a few steps between your bodies. "why are you leaving? I didn't do anything!"

"maybe that's the problem!" he said, holding his head, "you never do anything!"

confused about the situation and his words, you said, "what are you talking about?"

"see? you even don't know what I am referring to!"

"I can't if you kept referring to rather than telling it!"

he looked angry, so angry but now, anger took you too. you both kept shouting to each other but you stopped because fenrir came and put his nose between your bodies, not allowing you two to see each other because of his huge nose that covers your bodies.

he was trying to calm you two down and surprisingly it worked. both you and atreus turned to him, finding peace on his fur. "it's okay fenrir." you said, looking at his eyes that look sad. "mommy and daddy just got a fight."

the moment words left your mouth, you stood there in pure shock, not believing on what you said. did you call yourself mommy and atreus daddy of fenrir? and in front of atreus!? holy shi -

"what did you say?" atreus asked, looking at your face now because of fenrir's disappearance after you said e everything was fine. atreus looked surprised too and hell - you were so fucked up.

"I didn't say any -"

"don't." he said, "don't try to hide something from me again."

"I just said mommy and daddy. it's not a big deal, he just loves to see me as his mom and you as his dad. I don't want him to feel lonely." you looked at fenrir who was listening you, "he's my family and so do I."

atreus nodded. "thanks." he said after a long pause, "for taking care of him."

you nodded, feeling a bit guilt, "I am sorry if this is not okay for you. he is yours. I just wanted to be a part of his life. I didn't mean to take him from you or claim him as my own."

"no," atreus came to your side, leaving just a few inches between your face, smiling, making you feel hotter all of sudden. "it's okay. I can be his daddy, and you can be his mommy. we can -" he looked at your lips, "we can be a family."

did the midgard begin to shake? begin to turn upside down? because - because it felt like it. things he said right now made some explosions occur in your heart, body and soul. you felt so excited, so happy and so shocked. he was referring to something more and maybe for the first time, you really got that message. but you needed to understand whether it was right or not. so, you asked, "are you saying that -"

he nodded, "about time you understand." he looked at your lips, "do you wonder what is my last question?" you nodded, not having power to speak. holding your waist, making your body to collapse with his strong and larger one, he said, making you feel his hot breaths on your face, "do you love me, y/n? do you love me the way I love you?"

nodding to him, you finally made a sentence, "and do you wonder what was my wish that I want you to do?"

he asked, "what?"

"kiss me."

then, lips collapsed to each other with the same way bodies collapsed, making warmness flow to other one, giving explosions to the both heart and soul. as you kept kissing, losing each other on other's presence, fenrir's happy sounds filled your ears. you both smiled, breaking the kiss and looking at the giant wolf that look so little.

"he is happy," you said.

atreus kissed your cheek, "like me."

you turned to him, "me too." you finally felt so peaceful thanks to gaining freedom to show your love to him. it wasn't late. no, it was the right time. right moment. and right place.

taking your hand on his, atreus said, "let's go. I want to show you something."

"but we should go back before darkness."

"we will. we will return to my home before darkness which you can begin to call as yours."

smirking, you punched his arm once more, "I didn't know that little shy boy will turn a flirty and romantic one."

looking proud of himself, he gave you a mischief smirk, "not just romantic and flirty one. you will know my other sides better when we reach the home."

a feeling hit your core and because of feeling shy, you just kept silent. in that moment, three things found pure peace, happiness and lust; the heart, the soul and the mind. and eventually, the body will be have its own taste. atreus will be feeding all of them for an eternity. he was here and he will be here for ever.

END.

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[katwritessometimes]

In The Dark

Shadow Monster Aizawa x Reader

A collab piece for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten Citrus Dome Server

Read the other entries HERE

Warnings: somnophilia, dub-con, non-con, tetraphilia eeee tentaicles kind of? Monster fucking, manipulation, tiny little sprinkling of yandere if you squint. 

5kish words

 @bobawithpomegranate ​ & @miscellaneous-bnha ​ thanks for keeping me from jumping off a bridge. This was surprisingly very challenging to write so i hope you guys enjoy.

The sight of your grandmother’s old home brought comfort into your heart in a way nothing else ever could. It had taken much longer than you would have liked to get here, after almost a year of fighting with the family. Legal battles over property and inheritance, you'd finally been handed the keys to the beautiful old Victorian home your grandmother had loved so much. The outside was weathered but held strong, you were sure the inside would be worse after being empty and neglected for so long. With a sigh, you picked up the cleaning supplies you'd brought with you and made your way inside the house. 

You don't notice it at first,

 He’d noticed you the second you walked onto the porch. 

Singing softly to yourself, you make your way through the old house, flipping lights on to make sure the electricity works. Opening up windows and doors to air the dusty old place out. Except once you set your mind to cleaning it becomes blatantly obvious. The house isn't dusty, the house is fairly clean, no dust having settled anywhere, no cobwebs hanging in abandoned corners. You think for a second maybe the lawyer hired someone to come clean before handing over the keys, but you don't recall her mentioning anything like that. 

With a shrug determined to do some light cleaning anyway, you spend the day unpacking some of the stuff you brought and lightly cleaning as you went. The first time you notice it it’s dark out, dim lights illuminating the house. Christ, why did grandma have such shitty lightbulbs in, you’d think an older woman would want brighter lights as her vision faded. The thought slips from you when you hear something crash onto the floor behind you. You turn quickly, something flinting in the corner of your eye as you turn, heart rate spiking, and you freeze. You were sure you saw something going up the stairs. 

Taking a breath in an attempt to calm your breathing, you pick up the painting that had somehow been knocked off its mount. A creaking coming from the second floor has your head snap in that direction. It’s an old house, you chant in your head trying to not let yourself get worked up. You don’t realize you're making your way up the stairs until the old wood creaks loudly under your weight. Your attention is drawn to your grandmother’s room, the only place you haven't been in just yet. You dig around your pocket for the master key that gave you access into the main bedroom, worried that maybe this is where all the dust and cobwebs had scampered off too. You chuckle to yourself at that and it settles your nerves a little, though you can't pinpoint why you're suddenly nervous. 

Much to your surprise, your grandmother’s old bedroom was just as clean as the rest of the house had been, even though no one should have been able to access it. You almost miss the small box sitting on her bed if not for something skittering in the corner of your eyes turning your attention to it. You do miss the shadow that slinks out behind you pausing at the doorway to watch you for a second. You reach out for the ornate box, a letter sitting on top of it with your name written neatly on the front. But before your fingers can make contact with it, the door behind you slams loudly. You jump at the sound, hands coming up to clutch at your chest, curses spilling from your lips as you turn to see the door is closed now. 

“Fucking old house” You yell aloud unable to control your volume after having been spooked. Your yelling makes you miss the deep chuckle that rings out in the air. 

Cute

You pout upset that you’d let yourself be so easily spooked like that. Running a hand through your hair you turn your attention back to the small box and letter picking up both items before heading out of the bedroom. You look back one last time, unsure if you felt ready to disturb your grandmother’s space just yet. Opting to leave it as it was, if only for a little while longer. 

You probably should have read the letter too, things would have made sense much quicker if you had. 

Two weeks of dusting and cleaning out old boxes before you decided it was time to begin moving your things into the house. It had been slightly odd, something for sure was off about the house but you tried not to think about it too much. Handling most of the weird mishaps in the house with a shrug and no real inclination to question it. The last thing that came with you into the new house was your two cats. A sleek black tom who loves you and only you, and a younger larger orange tom who’s all around very friendly. You hate to say you notice a shift in the house when the cats finally settle. Both the boys took to the house as if they’d always been there, something you were struggling with. It was their presence that made it so that you could no longer pretend like you didn’t see the shadows moving. 

Both cats who’d always preferred lazing in sun rays suddenly preferred the dark corners of the living room over the sunny rays leaking in through the large bay window in the house. Demanding meow’s typically indicative of wanting attention, were used in dark corners of the house. Directed at something you couldn’t see. You’d be able to ignore the behavior, except every time you went looking for them when they called. 

You’d find them happily purring, rubbing up against something that wasn't there in the darkness, as if already being given the attention they were asking for. It was creepy, weird, should have creeped you out. But you’d been raised to have a healthy fear and respect towards things you couldn't understand but were not outright malicious. So you tried not to let it bother you too much, don't question the way shadows seem to move. Or when the cats' purr and flop on their backs for tummy scratches in the dark corners of the house.

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The dreams had begun the first night at the house, an all-encompassing warmth that lazily spreads throughout your whole body. Contrasted by cold hands caressing your skin, a deep rich voice whispering dirty things in your ear and working you up to a feverish pitch. 

“Pretty little mouse wandering into my house”  the voice coos in your ear.

And then you’re awake, panting heavily, a groan spilling past your lips as you toss and turn a little in your bed. 

“Fuck.” you whimper out, bringing your arm up over your face as you try and catch your breath. 

 You can’t remember exactly what you dreamt about, only the deep voice murmuring nothings in your ear and cold fingers playing with your folds. You let out an exasperated sigh squirming in bed frustration seeping into your bones. When was the last time you had a dream like that, you couldn't remember? When was the last time you’d been worked up like this, and from a dream no less? You let out a frustrated huff turning and burying your face in the pillow. You could have sworn you heard a deep chuckle ring out. 

They get more detailed, more vivid the longer you're at the house you're almost used to waking up panting and sweaty. The feeling of cool silky tendrils exploring your body lingering for a bit before slinking off as you become more alert. Groggily whining at being awake after dreaming such filthy things. The feeling of your wetness soaking through your panties frustrating you. Always waking up right before the best part of the dream, so you throw the blankets off of yourself in a huff. Spreading your legs wide you trail your fingers over the lingering sensation of someone else’s touch. 

It drives him wild.

Aizawa was on the edge of insanity when you showed up at the old house. A year of solitude will do that to you, he'd been beyond madness when the old lady bought the house all those years ago. Though she's brought him back with a soft kindness only a grandmother could offer.

You,

You brought a clarity to his mind in a different way. Every little curse, every time you scold the house when something disappears. Every time you touched yourself to thoughts of him, to the lingering feeling of his tendrils and hands on you. Aizawa was able to pull himself little by little out of the pit insanity and loneliness had pulled him into. You were so easy too, subconsciously letting the shadow creature infect every ounce of your being. He'd managed to seep into your dreams easily enough, a lonely pent up girl. He liked how you squirmed in your sleep. 

Desperate little whimpers spilling from your lips as his cool fingers explore your body. It was addicting, the way your warmth spread through him with every touch, every explorative lick of your body lighting a fire deep in Aizawa's belly. 

“Pretty little thing aren't you.” Aizawa coos in your ear, and you always react so beautifully to his voice. Your sleeping body responding with a soft whimper, he lets his tendrils explore every inch of you. Slipping underneath the silk PJ top and skimpy little shorts you always wore to bed. You were practically offering yourself up to him each and every night. How could he ever resist when your body reacted like this to his every touch. He’d started slowly at first, only manifesting his tendrils to creep along your body as you slept. 

Once you’d been there for a few months he didn’t even have to worry about you waking up. Having invaded your dreams enough to be able to keep you in a nice deep sleep while he had his way with you. Settling himself between your legs fully manifested, never happier to have this solid form as when he's trailing large callus palms up to your soft legs. It’s so easy, really he can’t help himself, your wetness quickly soaking through your panties as cold fingers rub at your clit. Heady little moans spilling from your sleeping frame and it makes him giddy, trailing a large hand up and under your shirt. Pressing against the soft skin of your stomach and trailing up to gently squeeze at your breasts. Aizawa loves the way your body reacts to him, whimpering and arching against his touch. He shifts then, leaning over your sleeping body, caging your head between his hands, leaning down to nuzzle his nose into your hair.

Can’t help himself as he trails open mouth kisses down your neck, tangling his fingers through your hair, you lean into his touch. A soft whimper of please slips through your lips and Aizawa can barely contain himself as his hips buck against your core. 

“Begging for me in your sleep, sweet girl, already knows who she belongs to. Don’t you.”  

You mewl, a soft pretty sound that Aizawa plays in his head over and over for days. Humping into your soaked panty-clad pussy desperately. His tendrils emerging from his back of their own accord, stroking and rubbing up against you as he mindlessly pleasures himself against your unconscious frame. Your little pants and moans edging him on until he's groaning against your neck, spilling himself onto your cute little silk PJ shorts. Aizawa lets himself bask in the feeling of your warmth against him littering your face in kisses. 

“My good girl.” 

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You conclude something is living in the house one night during an intense thunderstorm. Living in a house with some creature that may or may not try to eat you? Cool fine, no worries. But a thunderstorm? The loud unpredictable booms that tear through the air make you jump every single time without fail. 

You flinch, once again roused by a loud clap of thunder and a harsh flash of lightning. An involuntary whimper slipping past your lips as you curl up into a ball on the bed doing your best to block out the noise of the raging storm. 

You can feel it when a cool blanket envelopes you, a shift in the air that muffles all of the intense noise. The feeling of something carding its fingers through your hair comes next, ever so lightly scratching at your scalp. “It’s just a storm” A deep voice that seems to come from all around whispers and a strange comfort washes over you as your body begins to relax. You're half asleep, it's easy to lean into the gentle caress when you're not quite awake. Easy to ignore the feeling of tendrils creeping across your legs and stomach. You can't help but feel slightly comforted by them in your half-asleep state. 

 An exceptionally loud clap of thunder jolts you into a more awake state and you shoot up in bed. The hazy fog that was keeping you calm dispelling and you whimper as the comfort leaves you. “Please don't leave” you whisper aloud unsure to who or why you even spoke. A deep voice coos at you as thunderclaps outside again and you tremble. A yelp slips past your lips and your hands reach out towards the deep voice as if on instinct. Something safe that will soothe you if only you can reach out and touch it.

 A chuckle thick like honey floats into your ears and your hands meet something soft. You're groggy, half asleep, and confident you're just imagining things, but that doesn't take away from the comfort. It feels like a million different arms wrap around you, pulling you in towards something solid and the hazy fog returns your body relaxing as the tendrils tighten almost uncomfortably around you. Wrapping you up in a cocoon that feels safe and secure, the thunderstorm outside fading into the background and all you can concentrate on is the deep voice mumbling nothings in your ear. 

It's in the days after the storm when you can still hear his deep voice in your ears and feel his warm touch lingering on your body. That you remember the letter and box your grandmother had left you. You feel a little stupid for not thinking of reading them earlier, having been caught up in the whirlwind of moving you'd put them off to the side and almost forgotten entirely about them 

To my lovely granddaughter, 

If you’re reading this then it means you've agreed to the stipulations I included for ownership of the house. This place is special, and if you take care of the house its caretaker will return the favor. Be patient with him, it takes him a little while to warm up but he won't hurt you. I promise I haven't gone crazy with old age. Allow yourself to be open to the things in life we can’t explain. I hope the house is as good to you as it was to me in my old age. 

It doesn’t explain much, but coming from a family that believed in the supernatural made it so that your grandmother's cryptic words didn't freak you out as much as they should have. They made you feel better actually, soothed the part of you that was nervous you might be going crazy. The small box held a pendant, a small but brilliant ruby ordaining the center of it delicate but practical enough for daily wear. You can't help but slip it on and admire the pretty jewel. 

Aizawa is more active after that, the haze in his mind settles when he sees you wearing his necklace. You notice it too, the shadows in the house somehow softening, almost playful. He likes to move your things around so he can hear you huff in frustration. Every curse every time you yell at him, the fog in his mind clears.

He gets bolder around the house, slowly but surely, starts moving things around more obviously. Enjoys making you jump by slithering his tendrils across your ankles while you're cooking. Or shutting off the lights while you shower just to hear your cute little yelp. He likes that you’re somehow not scared of his presence but still easily spooked overall. 

“That foundation was $50 and if it's not back in my makeup bag when I come back I swear to god I'll keep all the lights on for a week.” You see the shadow swirl in the corner of the bathroom, and you know it's smiling at you. You roll your eyes but the next morning your foundation is sitting right on the bathroom sink. 

You begin to catch glimpses of it, of him. As if your attention is helping him manifest fully after a long time of being nothing but a wisp of smoke. Most obvious when your eyes scan the house and you can almost swear a man is petting one of your cats. Only to double back and see your cat rolling over against a dark corner of the room. You almost stop feeling uneasy, almost. 

It all comes to head on a night where sleep seems unreachable. You were frustrated, panting, skin warm, and sticky with sweat as your fingers skillfully circled your clit but no relief came. You let out a frustrated ‘fuck’ throwing your head back onto the pillow and tossing a hand over your face. You’d been pent up for a while now, the weird lewd dreams working you up but never getting you anywhere. You do your best to relax into the bed, accepting defeat with a groan and hoping sleep overtakes you quickly. 

The feeling of something wisping against your ankles brings you back from the edge of sleep. Cool ever so soft touches trail up your legs, you shiver at the cold sensation against your still warm and sweaty skin. Your eyes flutter open but you're only met with black, body tensing a little as cold tendrils stroke your face. 

“You’re ok little one.” The voice is deep against your ear, a cold forked tongue licking up the side of your cheek. “I’ve got you” The same soothing voice you’d heard during the thunderstorm. Except for this time, it's laced with something other than softness. “I’ve been watching you, little human. Spreading yourself open shamelessly, playing with that pretty pussy out in the open. Pretending like you didn’t know I was here to watch.” Aizawa coos.

You whimper at the words, mist curling around you as a dark chuckle fills the room. “Tease” he snarls in your ear and you can’t help yourself as your hips buck up at the sound. Something solid forms between your legs, the soft smooth thing wraps around your ankles assisting in spreading your legs out wide. The deep voice tsks against your ear, cold skin and stubble rubbing against your cheek “You could at least pretend like you're not enjoying this.” 

Your face flushes as he teases you, the sensation of his foreign appendages exploring your body exciting you in a way you can't quite place. They’re not hands that much you can tell, you can distinguish his hands by the callus texture as he strokes a thumb over one of your nipples. Tweaking at it gently until it perks against his fingers. 

“Aren’t you scared little mouse” you can feel his tongue lapping at your neck, sharp teeth pricking the skin there and you let out a whimper. Managing only to shake your head, arching your chest up into his touch as he plays with you. “Desperate little human, willing to take just about anything if it means being satisfied.” You choke out a protest but can’t help the soft moan that bubbles out of your mouth as Aizawa presses his thigh against your sex. He coos into your ear when you begin to hump him mindlessly. 

“Such simple little creatures humans. Driven by desire, and willing to fuck just about anything aren't you little one?” You shake your head in protest, but the excitement pooling in your belly betrays you. Aizawa chuckles and pulls away from you a little, tendrils pooling from him and eagerly joining the fray. The limbs have a mind of their own, each appendage going about playing with you in different ways. One replaces his hands, squeezing and pinching at your breasts. Another brings your hands up and holds them above you keeping you still with minimal effort. A few others explore your body and Aizawa watches, as one of his appendages eagerly begins tugging aside your cute little PJ bottoms. 

You whine out a “No” as the cold air hits your soaked entrance “That's not what your pretty little pussy is telling me.” Aizawa chuckles watching as the tendrils gather your juices up, gently circling your clit and parting your folds. “Look at you, soaked and ready for me aren't you.” His hand replaces the tendril and you feel cold fingers press into your heat. Your pussy clenches at the intrusion but you buck into him automatically. Already worked up from playing with yourself before, your body betrays you as your mind hazes and all you can think about is pleasure. 

“P-Please” You choke out tugging against the restraints that only tighten when you struggle. Aizawa cocks an eyebrow up at you as he leans down, nuzzling at your inner thigh. Tongue lapping at the juices running down between your supple ass. He hums when you beg a smile tugging at his lips, his fog finally taking hold of you. 

“What was that little mouse? Did you say something” He accentuates his words with another finger and you cry out as he finger fucks you. His tongue lazily licking at the edges of your pussy and then up to rub at your clit. You whine, hips bucking up and Aizawa sighs another tendril coming to wrap around your waist and pins you to the bed. 

“Be still, or I'll leave you here.” You freeze at that babbling for him not to leave you and settle your hips. The appendage keeps you still squeezing you just a little too tight. 

“That's a good girl.” Aizawa hums, turning his attention back to your core. “You look so pretty like this baby girl, spread out for me to do whatever I want. You just keep giving me those pretty little noises and I'll make you feel good, okay?” You moan in response and Aizawa clicks his tongue, the tendril circling your stomach squeezing until it hurts. “Let me hear you say it.” Aizawa snarls. 

You gasp as pain seeps into your pleasure “Yes, please I'll be good.” The pressure against your sides loosens and you're able to breathe again panting softly as the pain begins to fade. Aizawa doesn't say anything, pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them up for a taste. He hums satisfied and then he's moving your body. Positioning you onto your stomach, cold hands lifting your ass as he positions you just how he wants. His tendrils keep your arms together in front of you, stripping you of your PJs and keeping your legs spread just enough to give Aizawa the perfect view of your ass and dripping pussy. A smile, just a bit too wide spills over his lips as he settles himself between your legs. Aizawa is hard, painfully so but he takes his time sliding a hand over the curve of your asscheeks. Trailing down your back and up to the back of your neck, squeezing gently before trailing back again.

 With a hum, he lazily strokes your dripping folds, cooing as you press your ass back into him wiggling a little desperate for him to fill you. A harsh smack rings out as his palm connects with your ass “Patience little mouse.” He snarls leaning down to the opposite cheek and biting down just a little too hard. You cry out, tears pooling in your eyes and you bury your head into the pillow. Mind overcome by a lustful haze, you just want him to fuck you already. 

Your wish comes soon enough when you feel something thick prodding at your entrance. You gasp as the tip of Aizawa’s cock penetrates you, gasp turns into a desperate moan as he presses into you little by little. He lets out a deep guttural moan of his own as your warmth encircles him, greedily squeezing his cock. Your warmth is addicting and it doesn’t take too long for Aizawa to start bucking into you. He sets a brutal pace, the appendages holding your waist upkeep you still, nice and steady for him to fuck into while his hands explore your body. 

You curse desperate little moans and obscenities leaving your lips as he fucks into you. His cock stretches you to your limits, almost painful as the creature fucks into you desperately. There's a shift, and you feel his hands come up to your middle, pulling you up against his chest as he fucks you. You feel his face nuzzle against your cheek as one of his hands coming to rest against your belly as he fucks you. You hands are suddenly free and you reach up, feeling your fingers pass through a cool mist, before finding something solid. Soft wisps of something, that wrap around your fingers, rolling over them in waves as you entwine them into what you assume is his hair. 

“Such a good girl, you take me so well darling. Letting me fuck into your womb like this.” Aizawa presses his hand against your stomach pushing back on himself as he becomes desperate. 

“Wanna see” The words are a desperate whine and you don't even really register when you say them. Aizawa sputters a little pace wavering at your words. His fingers brush against the delicate necklace you wear his necklace, and for a second his mind clears. But you whimper a desperate sound that breaks whatever sliver clarity he'd found and a darkness takes over his features again. His fingers abandon the necklace and trail up to your neck fingers wrapping around it then squeezing.

“What was that you little slut.” He snarls in your ear and you can't help yourself as you cry out 

“Please, wanna see you, wanna watch your cock fuck into me.” Your face flushes as you admit this out loud. A growl coming from the man, thing currently fucking your brains out and you can't do anything but tug at his hair and lean into him further as he uses you. Aizawa stills a little, and you whine desperately doing your best to bounce on his cock as he stops moving. Suddenly you can see again and he's fucking into you, go to say something but you see it, a black wispy tentacle like thing appears in front of your face. Aizawa’s hand that was wrapped snugly around your neck comes up to squeeze your cheeks and the appendage gives you a cheeky little wave before filling your mouth. 

“Wanna watch yourself get stuffed, fine, we'll use all of your cute little holes. How does that sound little one.” You whine around the tentacle and then he’s picking up his pace. Hand squeezing your throat so he can feel it at his tendril fucks into your neck, you take him so well. This is it the broken part of his brain hisses she's the one. Aizawa shakes his head, the feeling of your fingers in his hair grounding him for a moment and presses your body back into the mattress. 

His movements turn erratic as he fucks into your overwhelmingly tight little pussy. Pretty little moans spilling from you as he fucks you and his tentacles play with your clit and throat. You take him so well, respond so beautifully to his touch, you weren't scared and accepted your place quickly. He brings his fingers up to the little nub between your legs, replacing his tendrils and pressing fast little circles against your already abused clit. It doesn't take long after that, your body presses into the mattress, a tentacle fucking your throat, and some creature’s cock kissing at your cervix the thought alone is too much. But you spill over when Aizawa’s teeth sink into your neck, your body spasming as your orgasm bubbles over. 

Aizawa grunts from above you, your body going limp as he bites into you fucking you through your orgasm and chasing his own using your spent body for his own pleasure. He spills in you soon after, his mind just a little bit hazy. Ever so gently Aizawa pulls his tendril out of your mouth, drool, and his own slick trailing from your mouth as he does so. He coos as you whimper, pressing a hand over your ass to admire the way your pussy stretched to accommodate him. Humping into you a few more times before he pulls away completely. He debates for a moment letting himself disappear back into the shadows, but he hasn't been this real, this solid in so long. 

Your whimpering slices through his thoughts and before he can stop you, you're on your back looking up at him. Instinct makes him retract all of his extra limbs, making himself look half normal minus the wisps of hair that always seem to move on their own. You blink up at him for a moment body sore but satisfied and you bring your arms up to him. Aizawa is unsure, body flickering into shadows but you speak up before he can fully dissipate. 

“Stay with me” You manage to croak out, throat a little sore from the abuse you endured. You weren’t scared of him, if anything he was handsome and he'd fucked you till you were satisfied. You see the hint of hesitation in his eyes but you crinkle your nose and tilt your head cutely making grabby hands at him and he can’t help himself. 

Aizawa lays down and you curl into him on instinct, his body now warm against yours. Your fingers find their way up to his hair, giggling as the locks lace themselves with your fingers. He brushes some of your hair back and you whine as he touches at your neck. Small bits of blood pooling where he’d sunk his teeth into you. His split tongue peaks out automatically, licking it up and gently lapping at the tender spot on your neck as you whimper. 

“I get a little nuts when I'm on my own.” it's an apology, and you don’t think about why you feel safe in his arms, or why you don't question the creature laying with you, why you're not scared. Instead, you hum softly, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his neck as Aizawa lazily runs a steadily cooling hand down your back. 

“It's ok, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.” You hear yourself say and he hums into your hair acknowledging your words. A twisted smile creeping its way onto his lips as his grip tightens around you. The part of Shouta that’s fallen too deep into insanity to come back fully snickers at your words. 

As if you had a choice. 

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When it came to Jinx, Caitlyn would always ruffle her feathers, and praise given unconditionally. Jinx stood up for her when she was little and taught her hand to handle the streets. She flourish thanks to the younger one and there wasn't a part of her that forgot that. A grin left Caitlyn's lips, loving her impersonation as she reached over toward her hands and brush her fingers along her long nails. "Pretty claws for a pretty girl. They made you who you are, who you wanted to be. and I'm happy that I got to be here, as a child, watching you grow and change into who you are now. You know I would have been lost without you, right Jinx?" Caitlyn said as she brushed her hand away from her nails and along her cheek once more. "Taught me how to run through the streets, leap along buildings. I felt so free, so alive," even on the hard days when she questioned why she was abandoned and lost. Forsaken by the people she thought loved her.

"You could keep it as a souvenir one day, once he meets his end. It's just a matter of time, tick-tock," Caitlyn lifted her finger swinging from left to right like a pendulum. "Oh, I do hope I'm there for that. I watch from the rafters while you hunt, just a little bird in the shadows watching you are your greatest peak," Caitlyn had found enjoyment, standing on rooftops, in the rafters, hiding away in the shadows like a raven watching the world below. Silence, still, yet hearing everything. "I think they are waiting like scavengers, thinking he's going to fall. They don't understand vision when they see it," His dream, his hope, Caitlyn fully stood behind. "No, they can't, they've become quite soft from what I've seen,"

It was all too easy to spoil the blue-haired feline, as she found herself comfortable on the chair and allowed Jinx to move in for the snuggles she wanted. Her arm wrapped around her waist, fingers lightly tracing circles along her hips as she shimmered like a pearl hidden away in the darkness of a clam. The kiss was still warm against her cheek from earlier as Caitlyn smiled at the slender lady. "When do I not spoil you?" Caitlyn teased as she pressed a little kiss to the top of her head. "I love to spoil you, have you seen how your eyes sparkle and get very round when you get a gift or the way your lips curl upward at the mention of cake? I do enjoy seeing you react so beautifully," Caitlyn said as she lifted the fork toward Jinx's lips, willing to feed her herself, treating Jinx as the queen she is. Once her mouth was open she placed the fork into her mouth, brushing it against her tongue and making sure she didn't miss a single crumb or creamy icing.

Afterward, she set the fork down and picked up the glass of wine, and offered it to Jinx. "Take a drink after you swallow, I promise, the bitter flavor of the cake plus the subtle sweetness of the berry wine will light up your tastebuds," Caitlyn promised as she hummed with pleasure at the sweet snack in her mouth Caitlyn just watched with admiration to know she loved her sweets. Her hand still brushed along Jinx's hips, nails lightly dragging up along the side of her waist and back down, smooth movements along the top of her pants as she treated the Zaunite to only the best that she had.

The praise caused Jinx to preen. Cocking her head aside, she flashed Caitlyn a wide, toothy grin along with her blue eyes shimmering. She loved getting praised for doing a good job, particularly because Sevika and Mylo kept claiming that she was still jinxing things or failing at her tasks in some other way or not doing what she was told. It was sometimes hard to quell the doubts in her head, thus it was good that both Caitlyn and Silco reassured her of her worth.

Jinx said: "Well, I had a pretty good teacher." She cleared her throat and lowered her voice, imitating Silco in her next speech: "Exorcise your doubts, Jinx. Be what they fear, Jinx. Terror is your greatest alley, Jinx. Don't declaw yourself for anybody, Jinx." She laughed softly. "As stupid as it is that I can quote Silco's hard-won lessons, they still helped me a lot."

Jinx grinned at Caitlyn's words. She mused darkly: "Oh, absolutely. Finn is all bark and no bite. Even his stupid metal jaw feels like it serves no purpose. Other than to somehow look cool. But yeah, you are right. His ego will be his downfall. Part of me is so hoping that Silco will let me hunt him down at one point. I bet he played with the thought before. He loves hunting, even if he does it so rarely. And yeah, I don't think any of the Chem-Barons can match Silco. They are all just greedy parasites and slobbery rats. They chase after money. Silco is not like them. He may be one of the richest men in the Undercity, but he chases after something much bigger than money. He chases after a dream. He wants freedom and prey. He is a monster. Just like me. The others can't compare."

Having bonked her head, Jinx gently rubbed at the back of it with one hand, her eyes squinted. "Ouch", she mouthed. While it hurt a bit, it wasn't too bad. She had experienced worse when trading blows with Ekko. Waving her other hand at Caitlyn, Jinx said: "Yeah, I know, Cit-Cat."

With the promise of cake being delivered soon, Jinx pressed herself against Caitlyn's side, making the kiss against her cheek and the feeling of that hand on her knee slightly more intense. Much like with Silco, this was her way of reciprocating affection and showing the love and devotion she had for the other person. Her hand trailed over Caitlyn's gazelle-like arms and that slim wrist. Even with years of living in the Undercity under her belt, some more Ionian and Piltovan features Caitlyn could never shake. Her more prey-like features such as lean limbs and fine facial features were one of those.

As Caitlyn prepared the Piltovan delicacy, Jinx loved so much, the Loose Canon stripped off her tank top and placed it on the settee's backrest. She was a rather lean and small woman, practically flat-chested with very small breasts, making her often look like she was still on the cusp of puberty. Her alabaster skin was only disrupted by the pale blue clouds tattooed upon her body. Her braids followed the motions, swaying and pooling around her like a pair of vipers.

Hearing that they were going to have wine with the cake, Jinx ribbed: "You're gonna spoil me, Cit-Cat."

Silco wasn't a big wine drinker and The Last Drop didn't cater much to wine drinkers. Instead, the bar focused more on spirits, beers, cocktails and hard liquor. Wines were more a Piltie thing. It made sense that Caitlyn had it in stock. The Nightingale Song praised itself for offering an affordable Piltovan experience. It was why it was a brothel, almost exclusively visited by Zaunites.

At the same time, Jinx's upbringing in The Last Drop meant that she hadn't gotten a taste for wines either. Instead, much like Silco, Jinx preferred whiskeys with her favourite drink being the cocktail called Whiskey Sour. It was the first alcoholic beverage Silco had allowed her to drink under his supervision after he had caught her trying to drink from his whiskey.

Once Caitlyn had prepared the wine and cake, Jinx inched closer to her. Her body tilted to the side and she snuggled against the Chem-Baroness, who was only a few years her senior, around Vi's age. Sapphire eyes fell on the cake piece and Jinx obediently opened her mouth to allow Caitlyn to feed her the piece. Few people ever got the more laid-back and relaxed, almost lazy energy of the cat. So far, outside of Caitlyn, only Silco could experience Jinx in such a state of calm.

Soft chewing sounds reached Caitlyn's ear as Jinx kept leaning against her, jaw muscles making her molars rise and fall as she worked the cake into mush. It was softer than anything most Zaunites ate and the sweetness was almost numbing the tongue. But it contained bitter chocolate, crunchy hazels and cocoa paste, which balanced wonderfully with the whipped cream.

"Mmmhhh....yum, yum, yum....", made Jinx with her mouth full.

[honey-lemonz]

From wattpad:

Xmale reader

3rd pov

Sexual Content is included move on if not comfortable with

Includes:masturbation, but plug, dildo, getting caught, slight degrading rough and passionate sex, multiple orgasms, sexual frustrated Obanai.

Request by:EMOPHASEWHENIWASAKID

(Some parts by me other by the Request..)

(if you read American boy here is your smut that I never added. Taisho era)

For almost two years the sun pillar was sent away on an expedition mission to northern Japan, the rumor of the blue spider lily was heard around. A rumor that sounded so true that Muzan may go there himself.

The pillar wasn't sent for the flower he was sent for the upper moon that could be sent or the demon lord himself.

Leaving behind his younger siblings, Tanjiro and Nezuko who was demon. He was also leaving his lover. Iguro Obanai the serpent pillar.

Obanai understood reasons they sent him. He could handle the cold and could handle the upper moon without and problems..its just..

Its been two whole years without him. That meant no one to come home to at their home. Kaburamaru had no ball of sunshine that could let him sleep in his hair. But for obanai it was worst.

Two years sexually frustrated.

Obanai has tried many things even taken suggestions from others. Nothing. 

He could get off on just memories or the kimono's he wore that were left behind. He has sent letters but most were professional ones. Not any promising any punishment or any reward when he would return. It would get to were he would put a but plug in his ass just to satisfy the itch that his lovers cock could get to.

He had to be feeling the same way? Right?

Or was someone else pleasuring him? No he couldn't, Obanai knew. Only he could satisfy his lover the best.

The serpent pillar sat on the back patio of his shared home. For the time being he had finished taking another nap. He had a dream about a fantasy about his lover returning and fucking him ruthlessly.

But a dream is only as good as you make it.

He walked back to the futon on the floor. Feeling the arousal slowly makings its way out of his tight heat. The but plug wasn't going to work anymore. He needed something fucking him, penetrating him.

Pulling the (favorite color) toy out of his hole, leaving it gaping and stretched. Obanai whined at the loss full feeling. But he got up and went into the bathroom. In a small black box were a box full of toys Obanai had even before meeting his lover.

But after meeting him..they weren't needed at all.

Obanai squatted and looked inside for the dildo he wanted. He found one that was about 5 and half inches and was a good 2 inches wide. It should do for now.

In these two years he has been a horny mess. Constantly needing something to please him and the uphill battle of his needs. He just wanted his lover back to please all those needs. 

God it was infuriating.

Obanai's own cock was still hard as when he woke up from his nap. Tip red and need of attention. It was painful but still didn't go away. He just could not finish.

Obanai sat down on the silicone dildo and moaned at the feeling. it wasn't a bratty or a desirable one just a moan of something inside him. It filled a good percent but not enough to reach his prostate. Obanai started to move up and down, bouncing on the dildo.

His white kimono slipping off his shoulders, showing his smooth skin and none marked skin. that was another whole problem he didn't like. 

Trying to get down to the hilt of the dildo to at least graze his prostate to ease the itch, he was moaning and gasping at the fullness. Maybe this time his needs would be met.

Obanai was stroking himself and teasing his nipples, the sensitive buds were being pulled at and pinched, leaving the pillar awe struck. 

Moaning his lovers name as if it was a cry or a plea. Obanai speed up his pace, moving to lye on his back and use his hands. One hand stroking himself the other using the dildo to fuck himself. He was so close, eyes becoming glossy at the feeling. 

"(M?N) FUCK~! Fuck, fuck, shit, please my love come fuck me.." he was crying for his dear lover. The dildo wasn't hitting the right spots no more, and the itch grew even more harsh. His toes curling and his head thrown back on the futon.

"Why when your obviously doing it yourself? Having a hard time getting off my cute little baby?"

Obanai froze. His eyes snap open to see his love sitting cross legged on the opposite side of the room. He was in his uniform, (favorite color) but plug in hand inspecting it. "So this is what you have been doing while I have been away. Begging me to come home and fuck you silly like the slut you are? That's quite surprising isn't it."

His words weren't hurtful just teasing. Obanai could see the large bugle growing in his pants. The sun pillar had his hair down which rested the floor. His uniform at the top was slightly unbuttoned at the showing his chest and abdomen. His eyes had bags under them. But his eyes..

Something Obanai has only seen a handful of times.

Eyes were darker and burning with a lust. His stare and hoarse voice was enough to set the tone.

Obanai felt his cock twitch and he moaned out a spur of curses. 

"Now your having dry orgasms by just my appearance? You must be a desperate little whore today aren't you?" He didn't move from his spot what so ever.

Just drinking in on his expression. It was filling and made both Obanai and (M/n) twitch.

"Please, my love its been two fucking years with out you,please fuck me.." The sun pillar chuckled. "So my cutie is begging to be fucked? That's unlike you Obanai. If you can fuck yourself can't yo get off?"

Obanai groaned at the teasing. He just wanted him to fuck him. 

The an idea came to him.

His lover looked too calm for him. He needed him to get to his level of arousal, by being a fucking brat about things. if he wanted to get fucked he needed to do more.

"No."

The eyes on the sun pillar widen. 

"Why no then cutie? I just saw you so continue."

"No. I want you to fuck me. Unless you've lost your touch." Obanai said getting a little more confident. If keep going he would get the punishment he deserved.

"If my dildo was that close than what says you? I've used them plenty since you left two years ago. SO why don't you come over here and fuck me. Or has the sun pillar found a better bottom bitch to fuck?"

That set the fuel to the flame.

Calm and collected turned to possessive and aroused.

(M/n) was possessive of Obanai, he loved him and only him. Insinuating that he found a better person to fuck made the calm pillar pissed. Obanai knew this, because his lover can get jealous and possessive he knew what he did.

And is getting what he wanted.

The sun pillar was on Obanai in less than a second.

Choking his neck tightly and pinning his hands above his head. Eyes that were usually full of love and kindness, were dark with lust and irritation. He knew his words were empty but couldn't let it up.

"Why when I have a bratty bottom slut here? You want to piss me off for a good fuck cutie? You want me to pound you, make sure you can't walk for a fucking year?"

Obanai had another dry orgasm from his words. This is what two years of a pent up sun pillar was..

Then he should be sent off more often. ( Empty threat.) He hasn't even touched him fully for him to even think like that. The red headed male unbuttoned the rest of his uniform, not having the patience to take off all of his clothes. He undid the belt, taking the hands off of Obanais wrist.

His cock sprung free.

Oh how Obanai wanted to suck him off and tease him. But now wasn't the time.

(M/n) pulled the dildo out and scowled at it.

"Such a pathetic size, this trying to please your for that long, no wonder you couldn't get off cutie..don't worry we'll fix that..

positioning him at Obana's desperate hole, he slammed into him.

"Now!"

Obanai threw his head back and scream. His cock spurted long ropes of cum. Something he couldn't do until now.

"Cumming already? We just started, you really were a desperate slut?" He slammed into him again. Ever word followed a thrust, each time hitting Obanai's prostate and making his see stars. (M/n)'s past wasn't fast or slow. Just from Obanai challenging him made him almost bust a load.

The hand around Obanai's neck tightened, pushing on certain spots to not restrict air, just to make him a little dizzy. Obanai's toes curled as his lover slammed his cock into his tight heat all while degrading him.

His reward.

(M/n) pushed his legs to his chest, making his cock go even deeper into Obanai's dripping heat. He was truly surprised, he was that pent up himself. He didn't even have time to masturbate himself on the expedition.

"Fuck, my cutie your so cute looking fucked out of your mind. Is that what you wanted? To get fucked stupid by me?"

Incoherent word mumbled back a response.

"Yes..please~ fuck..*hic* me more~" He was hiccuping from the tears. The long haired pillar nodded and made sure to aim for his prostate and to basically abuse it as best as he could. Sweat ran down his forehead, making his hair stick to it. The white shirt underneath the black on was sticking to the sides of his torso.

Obanai's eyes had tears brimming out, drool slipping from his lips. His hands held his legs to his chest, hair spread out on the futon all around him. Moans and shouts, hollers and begs came out of his mouth without a care of who heard.

That's what the larger pillar wanted. he wanted anyone and everyone hear his beloved getting fucked out of his mind.

"Such a good little slut..you want the whole village and headquarters to hear your getting a good fuck cutie? You want them to hear you getting pounded by your lover? How you begged and been a bratty  bitch with a fucking plug between your legs? You want to be seen as my slut then I will make you my slut."

He pulled out of Obanai's tight and puckered out hole, flipping him face first into the futon. Using his foot to keep him in place and rammed back into him and a faster pace. Obanai's moans and screams were blocked from the futon mat he was getting fucking into.

 His cock spurted more roped of cum even though it wasn't touched.  His lover feverishly gripping and slapping his ass for good measure.

"God fuck, i'm going to cum and fill your little whore hole kay? I need you to tell me who the fuck gets to fuck your bratty ass kay cutie?"

Mumbles came as an answer. (M/n) making and annoyed noise, pushed his foot harder on Obanai's head. "Can't hear you cutie, you don't get my cum if i can't hear you like fucking you. Again and louder.  Why can fuck this bratty ass cutie?"

"Y-you.."

"Louder cutie!" He removed his foot from his head and pushed his chest into Obanai's back, teasing his over sensitive nipples and continued slamming into him.

"LOUDER."

"FuCk~ YOU DO!" Obanai had tears all over his face, face read and a mess.

"Good now let me fill you with cum like the slut your are. Such a pretty cutie for me." As he said that another orgasm ran through Obanai. It was becoming painful a little.

Obanai's babbles were filled with begs about being his cumslut and filling him to the brink. With one final thrust, making the smaller male see stars again. His desperate prostate and hole was filled with thick and large amounts of the larger's cum.

Emptying himself out, Obanai's hole was milking him dry of the desperate need that was begging to be released. His loved pushed deeper to make sure he took all he had to offer.

He slowly pulled out of his stretched and abused hole, gaping at the loss of contact and fullness. Obanai screamed again while being filled and also came again. He could feel his lovers seed push out of his hole and onto the futon below them.

Pushing the hair out of his face, (M/n) looked at the sight his lover was him. The demon slayer below him, the feared serpent pillar of the demon slayer headquarters looked as if he had been drugged.

Well he was, off of his lovers addicting seed, smell and cock.

"You did so well cutie, such a good slut. See if you follow instructions you could get fucked like this more often instead of pissing me off kay?"

This even only made Obanai want to be even more of a brat to him.

^wattpad, kny oneshots.

[orangeskiesandshinyeyes]

Caught during sex

Bangchan

Oh God, babe. He grunts out near your ear as he thrusts into you.

Gasps and quiet moans fills the room as he pushes you closer to your release.

Mmm baby I'm so close., you gasp out which only causes him to go deeper than before.

It's not the first time he's fucked you in the dorm but it would certainly be the first time he forgot to lock the door.

The younger boys gave you guys some privacy as usual and decided to crash in the hall and other rooms but you can't expect people to have any consciousness in the middle of the night.

In the room, Chan brings both of you closer and closer to your orgasms. His gasps become more frequent and your moans increase in their pitch.

Clawing his back, your eyes roll back as you finally find that sweet release. Grunting into your neck he follows right behind.

Catching your breaths, he brings his face up to kiss your cheek as the door suddenly swings open.

Thank God whoever opened it decided against turning the light on. You hear the bed creak as whoever just came in found their place on their own bed.

Frozen in place you wait as Chan, still in you contemplates his next move.

Fuck. He whispers.

He quietly shifts the position of the blanket that was now on his hips to cover the both of you. Slowly pulling out of you he tries to look around for your clothes. Whatever was on the bed anyway.

Suddenly you hear the bed creak again as the boy shifts and quickly gets up and out the room making sure to shut the door behind him.

Confused as to what just happened you push Chan off of you.

Getting off the bed he makes his way to the door in the dark quickly and puts the lock in place.

He turns the light on to find the clothes that were discarded and your eyes land on your bra.

On Changbin's bed.

Chan...

You say quietly as you point your finger towards the undergarment.

Ohhhhh shit.

That's why he left..

He must've felt the foreign object on his bed and you can't help but groan at Chan as you think about the trauma you both just gave Changbin.

Leeknow

Middle of the day. A free dorm. Two horny people.

This was bound to end up like this. Feeling you up in the middle of the kitchen, minho wastes no time in making his way to your lips. Moving his lips against yours, he slides his warm hands up and down your body. He moves to lift your shirt off but is stopped when you moan out a small not here.

He chuckles at this before kissing you again and lifting the shirt off of you anyway.

Moving his lips to your neck he starts peppering kisses on it just the way you like it. Gentle and wet. Slowly pushing you onto the kitchen floor he reaches out to unhook your bra.

You stop him before you can. Moving his face to look at you, he assures you.

Don't worry. They won't be back for some time.

You shake your head at him. They could always come back for something, Minho.

Either we move to the bed or you let me keep my bra on. You state.

He sighs and lifts you up off the floor.

Fine have it your way. He chuckles as he rolls his eyes at you. He takes your hand in his and leads you to the bedroom. When you reach the hall, however he decides to get frisky again. Stopping, he turns to your half clothed chest before grabbing your waist.

He brings his face down to your chest and starts his routine of placing his amazing lips on the exposed area. He places kisses over your bra and moves up to the exposed skin. You try to push him off but you stop as he brings his fingers to the cup and bring it down to expose your nipple. He takes it in his mouth and immediately starts his work on it. Still holding your waist he pushes you down onto the sofa behind you and returns to tugging on your nipple. Now pulling the bra down your chest, he exposes your breasts to him. Ogling them for a moment he smiles before getting to work on the both of them. Squeezing one between his fingers and the other between his lips, he watches your face as you lose your train of thoughts. Now kneeling in front of you with his face buried in your chest and body inbetween your legs, he moves his free hand down to your pants directly slipping into them. Pushing past your underwear, he dips his finger into your wetness before going to work on your bud. The hand that was on your breast comes down now to spread your legs. His face moves back up to your neck as he buries himself in your neck before pushing two fingers in.

You groan out at the stretch and he gives you time to adjust.

Too much baby? He moans out as he sucks faint bruises on your neck.

You moan at this and he takes it as a sign to continue. Sliding them in and out of your for a few seconds he picks up the pace without warning as he moves them fast enough to make you shake.

Ahhhhhhhh.. you cry out at the sudden change in pace and Minho only speeds up at this.

Ramming his fingers in and out of you he moves away from your neck to look down at your clothed sex. He watches his fingers moving beneath the fabric for a second before taking them out of you and moving to take your pants and panties down till your ankles.

But as he watches your juices drip down your thighs he pulls them back on as if suddenly realising that you cant mess the sofa up.

Pushing you back up onto the sofa he moves to sit inbetween your thighs as he gets to work on your nipples. His hand dives back into your panties but this time he focuses on your clit. Rubbing it in just the right ways he works on your nipples, slowly sucking and tugging at the peaked bud.

You balance on the verge of your orgasm and Minho senses this. Pressing his finger down hard on your clit, he skillfully pushes himself up and presses you onto the couch more as be brings his lower body closer to your own. Taking his hand out from your heat, he brings them into his own pants to bring his member out. He pumps himself for a few seconds before pushing himself up further to a more suitable position to take you.

You bring your own hand to pump him as he shifts the two of your around so that he's on the sofa and you on top of him.

He moves you up to pull your clothes down and he positions you above his free member. You grab the sofa behind him and ask him one more time to move to the bedroom but you leave the argument the second he pulls you down his member. He starts lifting his hips up to meet you as you throw your head back at this.

Moans fills the room as you bounce on top of him, exposed completely to him.

He watches you intently for a few minutes almost as if he can't stop before suddenly stopping.

You whine at this and he immediately takes you off of him before a serious look forms on his face.

What if someone comes in?

He asks you and you all but kick him at this.

That's what I've been saying!

You shout at him.

He puts you down on the sofa before fixing himself up and you do the same. He puts your bra back in place and starts taking you to the room.

Once in the room he wastes no time and throws your clothes off of you. He does the same and his clothes go flying too, some unnecessarily far.

Its all mechanical after that. Your bodies move by themselves. Neither of you in control, your bodies take over.

Moans filling the room, you barely hear the shout from the hall.

YAH JISUNG DON'T GO IN THERE! THEY'RE HAVING SEX.

You hear Hyunjin call out from the hall.

WHAT THE FUCK? You hear jisung scream from right out the door.

Minho freezes on top of you and looks right at you before he starts laughing.

We left your shirt on the kitchen floor.

He says laughing.

You slap his chest at this before he gets off of you and pulls his boxers on.

He creaks the door open to shout out.

HEY YOU BOTH BETTER GET OUT OF HERE FAST OKAY?

Changbin

Changbin was feeling less that innocent tonight.

You were the one to initiate the whole thing but he can't say no to you so he's always ready. So it didn't take much convincing for him to be on you.

Planted between your legs, he was knocking every bit of sense out of your with his mouth.

Humming into your heat, he reaches out to hold your waist in place.

You grab hold of his hair as he continues his work on you.

Feathering this fingers over your hips he slowly picks up the pace.

Whining and moaning rubbish, you pull his hair which only makes him groan out sending vibrations right to your core.

You feel the knot unravelling as he starts to suck on the bud. And with one shrill cry of pleasure, you come.

Finally releasing your bud, be moves up towards your face rather hastily while trying to push his tracks and boxers down. He pumps himself for about two seconds before realising he doesn't need to. Positioning himself inbetween your legs he slowly pushes in.

Ughh... he groans out throwing his head back as his eyes close.

A few seconds later he starts moving and takes your arms to place them on his neck.

You bring his face down to kiss him as he goes deeper with each thrust.

He kisses you deep before leaving your lips to throw his head back again. You watch him for a moment before he abruptly stops his movements.

You watch him in confusion before he brings his arm to the top of your head while looking at the door to the room.

Before you can turn around to look at him however, he kisses you making you forget about it.

You start moaning into his mouth again as he starts moving once more.

As you continue the heated events Changbin starts to massage your scalp with the hand he placed above your head as he sighs thinking of how just seconds ago, Chan burst into the room before seeing the two of you. And how he signalled for him to lock the door quietly so as not to make you feel awkward in having been caught.

This is one secret he'd gladly keep from you.

Hyunjin

I think this would be a disaster.

He seems like the type of person who would get lost in the moment and regret it later.

You came to the dorm with the idea of simply spending some time with him and neither of you had any ideas in mind.

But after an hour or so you both ended up being the only people in the dorm, be it by chance or the boys being polite and giving you both some alone time.

Once you both realised the lack of people around you, the tension skyrockets.

You could feel the conversation dying and the heartbeats quickening. Now almost awkward, you both sit there and sneak glances every now and then until it gets too much. He's the first to pounce.

Pulling you on top of him, he'd explore your mouth. Pulling back every now and then you'd sense some hesitation so you'd ask him what was bothering him.

'You think they left us alone on purpose?' He asks in a whisper.

'I don't know? Maybe? But let's go to your room just to be safe?' You'd suggest.

And once in the comfort of his room he'd be a little more confident. A little too confident.

He seems like the type to be bothered about something but still do it. So he might be a little wary about having sex in the dorm but he'd still do it if you gave him even the slightest form of assurance.

But he's also the type to end up red as a beet and panicked when caught.

Now with his temporary green light, he'd throw your clothes off a bit too fast.

..

'Oh God' His whines fill the room as you move on top of him.

His arms around your body tightens as his whines and whimpers get more frequent.

Hiding in your neck he'd wait for his high to hit him but just before he could

'Oh shit. You're nasty!' Somebody laughs from outside the room.

You feel Hyunjin freeze beneath you and you fear for a second that he's turned to stone.

You dare to look down at him and you see him with furrowed brows and his cheek between his teeth looking right at you but you know he's not focusing on you.

You swear you almost see his ear move like a puppy's as he tries to listen to the faintest of noises.

You put your forehead on his and you feel him flinch a little.

'Hey, it's okay.' You whisper out.

Swallowing, he gives you a faint nod and it's painfully clear how traumatised he is right now.

You slowly move off of him and get things moving and pass him his clothes and put on your own.

Picking up his phone, he gets on his bed and tries to retreat into his little bubble but when he sees you opening the door to go out he shoots you a panicked 'Hey where are you going!?'

'2 mins baby' and you step out.

And he can't help but let a grin form when he hears jisung screaming out in shock from what was probably a whack to his head, courtesy of you.

Han

Studio sex is nothing new for you both.

During one of the routine bangs, you both were completely in the moment that the first knock didn't reach any ears. The slightly more needy one did, however.

Putting an arm on your waist, Han pulls out of you before giving you a moment to arrange yourself and he does the same before heading to the door.

Chan greets him on the other side and the face he makes makes Han close the door behind him.

'Lock the door next time, yea?' Chan suggests and your boyfriend can't help but swallow hard at the revelation.

He'd debate whether to continue or not after that shock but when he sees you sitting there, still a little out of breath he'd come right back to you and continue. It's not like Chan would be back anytime soon after he knows what was going on anyway. But first he'd make sure the door was locked. He'd double check that everytime you were over after that just to be sure.

Felix

This guy would swear so much.

Felix gets very into any activity that involves you so there wouldn't be much thinking with the brain going on when you both get intimate.

A scream would be all you hear before you hear the door slam shut.

'Oh what the f..!'

'Oh God oh shit.' He'd start swearing and starts laughing in disbelief.

'I'm so sorry baby, they didn't see anything. I'm sure!'

He wouldn't be too annoyed about it or anything. Most likely to go on as if nothing happened if you're fine.

Seungmin

Panting into your neck, he'd be moving in and out of you at a slow pace. He'd bring his arm above your head to cage you in in a way to make you feel protected.

'Ahh..' He moans out as he brings his lips to your cheek, placing open mouthed kisses on it.

Your moans would make him go faster and faster and that familiar burn starts up in the pit of your stomach.

'AH!?' You're brought back to reality when you hear him let out a surprised shout.

You see him change from horny to angry as he gets off of you to go lock the door.

After locking the door he comes right back to you before sitting besides you on the bed and resting his arm on you.

'You want to continue?' He asks you with a smile and you don't even feel like questioning what made him stop inbetween your workout.

But there's not much to guess. The surprised shriek sounded a lot like the youngest kid saw something he wasn't supposed to.

.....

Sorry that the last few are rushed. I start writing a lot of imagines without completing any so it gets hard to post on time. And I write directly on tumblr so I can't even edit it and post it individually.

I'm going to focus on individual ones now. Do give the prompt list a lot of love. *-*

[astra-galaxie]

"Marina! It's been too long, can't visit an old man like me now that you're a famous psychologist?" - Vukašin “Vuk” Zima

Biographical information

Full Name: Vukašin “Vuk” Zima-Valt

Alias(es):

Pisces

Wolf

Wolfie

Kurt (wolf in Turkish)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

Status: Alive

Age: 59 (season 3)

Birth: 1956

Race: Human-Xandarian

Nationality: Russian-Xandarian

Origin: Yakutsk, Sakha Republic, Russia

Residence: Yakutsk, Sakha Republic, Russia

Profession(s): G.I.A Immigration Agent

Family:

Zavier Valt (father) (deceased)

Viktoriya Zima (mother) (deceased)

Aleksey Zima (brother) (deceased)

Marina Romanova (niece)

Natasha Romanova (sister-in-law) (deceased)

Misha Zima (great-grandfather) (deceased post Mysteries of The Past timeline)

Unnamed great-grandmother (deceased post Mysteries of The Past timeline)

Partner(s): Elijah Young (boyfriend)

Affiliation(s): G.I.A.

Profile

Height: 6”2’ Age: 59 (season 3) Weight: 197lbs Eyes: teal Blood: A+

Born in Siberia, Vuk is a tall man with pale skin and gray hair swept to the side with a piece that often falls between his dark teal eyes and a slightly scruffy gray beard. When he's not braving the cold winter of Yakutsk, he wears dark pants, black boots, a t-shirt the colour of seafoam, and a darker blue-green jacket that has the symbol of Pisces embroidered on the left side.

Vuk also wears a thin, choker-style collar made of blue leather with a gold clasp, and a set of dog tags with a gold finish instead of the traditional gray. Later, a white crystal snowflake charm is added to his collar.

In Out of This World Murder, Vuk wore an open black trench coat, black slacks, and a black dress shirt with a teal blazer and matching pocket square in his jacket. This outfit also introduced the addition of the white crystal snowflake charm on his collar. Lastly, he had a gold Pieces lapel pin with a chain connecting it to his breast pocket.

He owns a beautiful and silly Husky named Nova. She's a smart dog but has her dumb moments, but Vuk loves her nonetheless.

As per his suspect appearance in Valhalla Calling Thee, it is known that Vuk has visited Xandar.

As per his suspect appearance in Star of Death, it is known that Vuk is a marksman and drinks ginger beer.

History

Vuk was born on Earth despite his father being from Xandar. His parents met while Zavier had been stationed in Siberia for a long-term mission. The two fell in love, got married and had Vuk. Thankfully Zavier and Viktoriya were able to keep Vuk's alien heritage a secret but he grew up with the fear of being found out always weighing in the back of his mind.

Vuk grew up watching his older brother struggle with his mental health. Aleksey was born with fetal alcohol syndrome and addicted to a cocktail of drugs. Their mother had drunk and taken drugs during her teenage pregnancy and Aleksey suffered the consequences. His brother lived with anxiety, anger issues and depression on top of the physical health issues he suffered from. While their mother eventually got clean, Aleksey could never seem to overcome the addiction he had been born with.

While Aleksey had it worse, Vuk also struggled with depression and anger issues. But unlike his brother, Vuk was able to commit to therapy and take medication to manage his mental health. He was part of the reason why Marina chose to go into psychology as he sometimes needed to take her along to his appointment as he couldn't get a babysitter for her. Those therapy sessions focused on lighter matters and Marina asking Vuk's therapist questions about their job which they happily answer as the little girl's enthusiasm always seemed to put a smile on their client's face.

Aleksey resented his younger brother for having it "easy" in comparison to him. He was jealous that Vuk didn't have to struggle so much against his own mind and body and wished that his life could have been like that. But deep down, a part of him loved his little brother. Sadly Aleksey had buried that part of himself long ago and grew into a cold and shellfish man. Aleksey could also never accept Zavier as a father even though his biological father abandoned his mother the second he found out she was pregnant. It wasn't for lack of trying on Zavier's part, Aleksey just couldn't bring himself to trust anyone other than Viktoriya, the woman who did everything she could for him and was the only one who Aleksey believed truly understood the struggles he faced with addiction.

Vuk's mother tragically died in a car crash when he was 9 years old. Their car had been hit by a drunk driver who ran right into the driver's side of the vehicle. Viktoriya died almost instantly and Aleksey, who was sitting behind her, sustained a broken leg and multiple cuts and bruises to his body. Vuk and Zavier survived with minor injuries as they were on the passenger's side of the car.

When Aleksey, who was 19 at the time, recovered from his injuries he moved out, unable to cope with the grief of his mother’s death. Vuk didn’t hear from his brother for several years and in that time he would become an Immigration Agent for the G.I.A stationed in Siberia. When Vuk was 27, he received an invitation to his brother’s wedding to a woman named Natasha Romanova. He attended, happy to see his brother making something of his life after so much tragedy.

Though Vuk seemed to be the only person to realize that Marina had been born barely eight months after the wedding. But he kept his thoughts to himself.

The day Vuk met his niece was one of the happiest days of his life. From the moment he held her she had him wrapped around her finger. Marina was a calm baby who only made a fuss when she wanted something. Vuk often volunteered to watch her for his brother and this led to him witnessing many of her first milestones. Such as her first time crawling, taking her first steps, her first word (which strangely sounded like “Vuk”) and when she started teething.

With how much Natasha worked and how much his brother hated taking care of children, Marina spent a lot of time under Vuk’s care. So much so that people assumed him to be her dad at first. Vuk attended all of Marina’s special events including ballet recitals, piano concerts, school performances and competitions. He always received the first ticket from her for every event she was a part of.

When Marina was 10, Aleksey asked Vuk if he could take her for a few days while he and Natasha sorted out some personal matters. Well, a few days turned into a few months and by the time Natasha came to take her daughter back, Aleksey had been kicked out of the house and had limited visitation rights. Thankfully, Natasha never prevented Vuk from seeing Marina as he was a free babysitter/guardian.

Vuk continued to be there for Marina as she grew up, graduated high school and went on to pursue her degree in psychology. He still vividly remembers when he received the call that his niece had been shot by a sniper. He dropped everything and got to the hospital as fast as he could. He stayed by Marina’s bedside until she woke up and convinced her to stay with him as she underwent recovery from her injury.

Years later when she announced that she had been hired by the Bureau as a profiler, Vuk cried tears of joy. He was so proud of Marina, not just for getting the job but for the woman she had become even after almost being killed. The two kept in contact online but their schedules rarely lined up for in-person visits.

While Marina was off saving the world, Vuk adopted Nova to help deal with his empty nest syndrome. The dog always knew how to make him smile and sometimes he doesn't know what he would do without her. Around the same time, his father passed away after suffering a major heart attack. Vuk misses his father terribly but he hopes his parents have managed to find each other in the afterlife.

Months before Marina and the Bureau would visit Siberia, Aslan randomly messaged him asking if he wanted a boyfriend. Vuk, who has been putting up with Aslan since they were kids, just rolled his eyes at the man’s antics and asked what he meant. Aslan sent back a picture of a handsome blond man with the caption “He’s single😏”. After receiving more pictures and reasons to date the man (whose name was Elijah Young he would learn during the conversation) Vuk eventually agreed to a date.

Since he was long overdue for an extended vacation, which Aslan happily approved, Vuk travelled to White Peaks to meet Elijah. The two connected almost instantly but Vuk respected Elijah’s request to take things slowly. Vuk had been given a warning (read as the shovel talk) by Aslan prior to meeting Elijah that the younger man had come from an abusive relationship and to not hurt him. Even though they took things slow, neither Elijah nor Vuk could deny that they loved each and always look forward to their next date.

Events of Criminal Case

Season 3

Vuk first appeared as a suspect in Valhalla Calling Thee. It was revealed to the team that he is Marina's uncle, her father's younger half-brother. After he had been proven innocent, Vuk introduced Marina to his boyfriend Elijah Young. Elijah had travelled to Siberia to see his boyfriend’s homeland and even though it was one of the coldest places he’d ever visited, Vuk made sure to keep him warm. (No that is not a sex joke, get your minds out of the gutter!)

Vuk would appear again as a suspect in Fathers and Death. He would be proven innocent of the crime and would later learn that his boyfriend had managed to find a replica of the music box he had given Marina after Natasha had destroyed the original. He and Elijah gave Marina the new music box before she and the Bureau took off for India.

A few months following the death of his brother, Vuk returned as a suspect in the death of his old mentor, Slade Masters, in Star of Death. He became implicated in the crime when a bracelet he bought for Elijah was found at the abandoned silver mine. During his first interrogation, he told Jack and Carmen about his connection to Masters as mentor/mentee but that he had no idea the man was on Earth as no one had seen the victim in years.

Later in the case, following the discovery that Masters had betrayed the G.I.A., Vuk confirmed he had known about Masters's crimes for years. After finding out that Masters now worked for SOMBRA, he realized the criminal organization must have been using Masters to gain information about the G.I.A. Vuk also deduced that Masters was using his criminal connections to smuggle alien technology to Earth, most likely on SOMBRA's behalf. But with Masters gone, the G.I.A. could strengthen their security and cut off SOMBRA's access to otherworldly technology.

After Masters's murder was solved, the next time Vuk would appear would be at the Intergalactic Summit. He was attending the event with Aslan and the other representatives of Earth, but when the Earth Ambassador was found dead, Vuk assisted the Bureau as a consultant on alien technology. He appeared throughout the case as he helped analyze certain lab samples, and once the killer had been caught, Vuk attended the Intergalactic Summit alongside the Bureau. He was overjoyed when it was declared that Earth was approved for universal integration, and while he knows it's going to be a long and hard journey to integrate Earth with the rest of the universe, he knows they'll succeed!

About two months after the Intergalactic Summit, Vuk took a break from integration planning to visit Elijah in Pacific Bay. While he didn't become a suspect in Return to Killer Bay, Vuk did appear with Elijah as he struggled to get his boyfriend to sleep. When Elijah ran away during the case, Vuk tried to find him in the snow-covered wilderness but had no luck. Thankfully, with Marina and Amy's help, they managed to find Elijah, who was safe with Jessica and Léon Toussaint. Vuk was relieved that his boyfriend was alright (besides hurting his feet running barefoot in the woods) and that Elijah was finally able to sleep after trying to stay awake for so long.

The last time Vuk would appear in Save The World was during the end of The Darkest Hour. He'll admit he wasn't surprised that Natasha was killed by SOMBRA; given how many people the organization had killed, he half expected her to be killed by one of her allies. And while Vuk and Natasha had never seen eye to eye, she was still Marina's mother, and he knew her death still hurt Marina. Of course, finding out the F.B.I. had arrested Marina made Vuk furious at the agency, but he was proud of the Bureau for solving the murder and proving Marina's innocence. And hearing how Jonah was willing to fight the F.B.I. to get Marina back earned him Vuk's respect.

(But it would take longer for Jonah to earn his forgiveness after Vuk found out Jonah was the one who shot Marina when she was younger.)

But at least with SOMBRA gone for good, Earth had a chance at a brighter and safer feature. Now, Vuk and the G.I.A. could focus on integrating Earth into the rest of the universe. He also now had the opportunity to spend time with Marina without worrying about her chasing criminals across the globe. She was planning to take some time off before deciding on the next path for her career, but no matter where she goes, Vuk will always support and love her regardless of how far away she is.

Organization(s)

G.I.A.

Rank: Immigration Agent

Story Information

First appeared: Valhalla Calling Thee

Trivia

He has a silver allergy so he tends to avoid wearing lots of jewelry or accessories. Unless it's made of gold, that doesn’t irritate his skin

That's why his dog tags are gold instead of the traditional silver or nickel

It's also why Marina only owns gold jewelry. While she's not allergic like Vuk, she's always preferred the look of gold compared to other metals since its the type of jewelry she was surrounded by growing up

He calls Elijah “bunny” because when Alsan was trying to get the two together, he was sending them pictures of the other. One of the pictures he sent Vuk was from when Elijah and Amy had gone to a petting zoo. In the image, a smiling Elijah was sitting on the ground holding a white bunny while several other bunnies were cuddled up around the man

Vuk claims that image is what made him give in to Aslan’s matchmaking. Elijah still blushes every time it gets mentioned

Because he is half-Xandrian and Xandrians have blue blood, Vuk’s blood has a purplish tint to it that is visible under the right light

He is also more durable than the average human but he wouldn't call himself a super-human or anything like that

While he acts like Alsan is always annoying him (because he is) Vuk has always looked out for the younger man, kinda like an older brother, since their fathers were partners at the G.I.A

Though he claims Aslan is more like the annoying kid that won’t stop following you around until you agree to play with them

Marina once told him that if she ever got married, he would be the one to walk her down the aisle. Vuk is not ashamed to admit that he cried once he was alone because of the pride, happiness and guilt that he felt from hearing her say that

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5.

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad)

Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad)

Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad)

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BIOGRAPHY-

NAME- Ena Kanashi

Ena, mainly a girls name. Means 'a gift from god', however has a few other meanings as well like love, affection, favourite. His father Kyuufu found him so beautiful it was as if he was a sign sent from god.

AGE- 32

GENDER- MALE, HE/HIM

BIRTHDAY- January 3rd

SIGN- Capricorn.

RACE- Japanese, Chinese

SPECIES- HUMAN

HEIGHT- 5'11

OCCUPATION- Performer, assign

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RELATIVES-

KYUUFU KANASHI (FATHER)

XAING KANASHI (MOTHER)

CHOUSOKA KANASHI (OLDER BROTHER)

OROSHI KANASHI (OLDER BROTHER)

KAI KANASHI (YOUNGER BROTHER)

SING KANASHI (YOUNGER BROTHER)

TAKASHI KANASHI (YOUNGER BROTHER)

TADASHI KANASHI (YOUNGER BROTHER)

AME KANASHI (YOUNGER BROTHER)

CHEN 'KANASHI' (HALF YOUNGER BROTHER)

SHOJI KANASHI (YOUNGER BROTHER)

KEIJI KANASHI (YOUNGER BROTHER)

ANZU KANASHI (YOUNGER BROTHER)

KOUKAI KANASHI (YOUNGER BROTHER)

SUMIRE KANASHI (YOUNGER SISTER)

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VOICE ACTORS (headcannon)

SUB- Jun Fukuyama

DUB- Todd Haberkorn

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APPERANCE- While being a boy, Ena has a very girlish appearance, he is often mistaken for a women due to his apperance. Normally dressing in more feminine clothing and such to top it off as well. He's fairly slim and has long black hair that he keeps in a braid and his very long bangs. He has emerald green eyes that curve up and very pale skin.

In HAUNTED DARK BRIDAL he is seen in a red tang suit that has a flower design on it, and black robe pants with white flats. His hair is up into a braid. He also has a bracelet that look like teeth.

In MORE BLOOD Ena is seen in a similar version of his first clothes, however his clothing in more blood are blue and red. his shirt also does not include the flower design.

In DARK FATE he wears the same thing as he does in dark fate.

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PERSONALITY- Ena is quite sassy, he isn't afraid to speak his mind and normally keeps his head up with a proud stance. Ena can come off as brutally honest and mean or even impolite. Due to his history he has trust issues people, specially men.

He does have anger issues he should work on, very hot tempered. Though unlike Subaru he doesn't go around punching walls and such. He more takes it out on the people around him. He's quite reserved and isn't much of a people person... Unless, he needs to be.

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TW- Sexual assault, Incest, mentions of rape

HISTORY- Ena is the third eldest of the KANASHI family, just like the rest of his siblings, faced neglect growing up. In flashbacks you can see Ena being soft and a lot more caring then he is now, while keeping the sassy attitude. But his caring love for nature as a young child went away when his two older brothers Chousoka and Ena and him split.

In his childhood, in the more younger days him and his mother Xaing were quite close, before she got more mentally ill and began to become neglectful and abusive. He admired Xaing with his whole soul and body, finding her to be beautiful. Most nights Ena would stay up listening to both his parents fight each other, listening to Kyuufu hit Xaing and rape her. Sometimes during these nights Ena found himself running into Oroshi's or Chousoka's room to sleep with them and get away from the noise.

One of the mornings to this fight, Ena walked into his mother on the floor crying half naked. Ena runs to her side worried telling her she can't cry because father will hurt her. Xaing goes on to tell him to not turn out like him, that he was different. Telling him to not "fall for his trap", asking him to promise her. He agrees while she cries in his shoulder. This was when Ena's hatred for Kyuufu began, swearing to himself he'd ruin his plans and such. As well as becoming cold to his older brothers.

Ena only got colder the more siblings he was given, as Xaing grew more distant from him and honestly very hateful. He started feeling unloved. When he turned 13 or 14, his two new twin brothers Keiji and Shoji were born. Causing his father to go into a spiral, he (by Chousoka's request) goes to give him tea. However during this interaction Kyuufu and Ena begin a incestual relationship between each other, lasting for many many years.

Ena states that he simple yearned for any sort of attention, since he never got it as a child or from anyone in general. He didn't care if it was bad he just wanted his father to see him as something. So he simply allowed there relationship to go on. Until he and his mother and brothers were forced to move out. At this point most of his sibling new of his relationship with their father, and afterwards Ena even made many attempts to go to them for help. All of them refusing to stating that "it was none of their business".

When Xaing found out about their relationship she precedes to blame Ena saying "he wanted it" "he deserved it" "it was his fault" being no source of comfort in fact laughed at him. At this point in time Ena viewed not only his siblings but his mother the same way he viewed Kyuufu.

While he stays in the house in which the Kanashi's brothers live in with their mother, he works as a performer in a fancy bar, singing and dancing for men, fooling them with his apperance. He has also murdered most of these men. While also taking up jobs to go out and kill people for money.

He was dragged along by Chousoka to go and take Sumire back home, where he reunites with her and works out many things after the experience of being there.

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RELATIONSHIPS-

KYUUFU

KYUUFU is the main source of Ena's deep hatred. He despises him with a burning passion. He always wants to find a way to insult him and such. Or not listen to his wishes. Ena always feels disgusted when he is near Kyuufu, he honestly doesn't enjoy being around him.

Despite that, he can't help but want to be around him a lot. He gets incredibly confused between love and the sexual abuse his father put him through at a young age. In fact, he's never seen what real affection or love is. So his depiction of love is abuse and sex. Which is what his father gave him, at times he'll get mixed up thinking it was love when on the other hand he knows it wasn't.

XAING

Ena was a momma's boy when he was young. XAING was Ena's moon, his sun. He loved her and there was honestly nothing she could do to him that could stop him from loving her. Until she refused to help him.

Soon after that he only viewed her the same person as Kyuufu. But despite that, he always finds himself yearning for the person she used to be. Even if she hurt him in so many ways.

CHOUSOKA

CHOUSOKA would tease and playfully bully Ena when they were young. They had a very nice relationship, Ena would go to him if he needed something or for protection. He enjoyed hugging him and loved doing his hair for him.

But they got older and their relationship brotherly bond broke, the two now just bicker at each other and through insults at each other quite a lot. When Sumire was born, Ena got jealous of the affection Chousoka gave her, and that he sang with her. So because of this jealousy, Ena would flip out at Sumire a lot, at one point he threw many glass and sharp objects at her. Chousoka found the two and punished Ena harshly for it, only freezing the already cold relationship more.

OROSHI

Again, same as Chousoka, OROSHI and Ena were very close to. Ena brought out the soft caring older brother out of him and would defend Ena's side when he was in trouble or from Chousoka's teasing. But when they got older, same as Chousoka they grew distant don't talk to each other at all.

Ena says that Oroshi is a lot more cruel and different then he once was. He pretends to not care about the change of Oroshi but in reality he really does. But he would never make that known. They do not talk to each other at all much anymore.

KAI

His main one, the only one of his brothers who was completely unaware of the abuse Ena faced. KAI and Ena get along very well and don't argue with each other at all. Kai in fact, brings out a sort of 'caring' side out of Ena. So his reasoning for not telling him was that 1. At this point he just wouldn't go to anyone, and 2. He didn't want to bother or worry him with his business.

At the end of HDB Kai tells Ena that he doesn't need to be afraid anymore, and that he was fear. Kai gave him his blue tang suit.

CHEN

CHEN and Ena while the two don't talk too often, get along slightly better then the rest of his brothers. They can create semi good conversation. Chen was one of the brothers Ena went to, while he wasn't of any help he did stay a comforting hand to Ena sharing some words for him, telling him "You'd be stupid to blame yourself over something that old man did. You're not stupid like that are you?".

OTHER BROTHERS-

Ena doesn't interact much with his other brothers, honestly, all of them keep their distance from him when they learned of his incest relationship with their father. He doesn't bother with any of them and does his best to avoid them, calling them "annoying pests".

SUMIRE

Indeed a women he can't stand the sight of. Even just saying her name or hearing it makes him upset. Don't mention her around him because he will get angry. When she was young he was very mean to her, insulting her and blaming her for all of everyone's pain in the household. He's one of the main reasons she can't tell the difference between a insult and a compliment. Because whatever came out of his mouth was right to her.

He can't love her, he can't even look at her. He's incredibly jealous of her. However, she makes him feel something, even if it's anger and jealousy it's some form of emotion he wants to feel more.

Later on, Ena tries to forget Sumire's existence. But he can't, he decides to accept the fact that she was a human being and that she's his sister. No matter how much he will try to get her out of his head. He does have a form of love and older brother protection towards her.

LAITO

LAITO tells Ena that the two are alike in many ways. However he tends to disagree, in fact gets quite upset when he compares the two of them together. They have a very strange relationship.

Laito tends to put Ena down, making him feel how he really feels about things and enjoys toying with his emotions as he finds it funny that he can push them out so easily when he keeps them hidden so deeply.

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ABILTIES

Just like his bloodline, Ena developed amazing skill/abilities that are seen to be as similar as the demon worlds clans use. Even as a human he is more the able to crush a human or vampire, wof etc’s skull. He has something very close to strength that meets these clans.

HEARING

SMELL

SPEED

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TRIVIA-

Ena is right handed.

Ena hates piano, violin etc. In fact does not like music at all.

Ena can sing and dance.

Ena is canonically bisexual (prefers men)

Ena was friends with a older male butler, who seemed to be in his 20s. They created a bond with each other and Ena began to see him as a father figure. That butler was no where in sight anymore.

Ena doesn't like yelling, loud noises or listen to people crying. Mainly women.

Ena as a child had a little stuffed animal that was a frog, and called him froggo. He still has that frog under his bed.

Ena wanted to be a designer when he was a teenager, he had a lot of love for fashion and making clothing.

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