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moumouton4 · 6 months

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Mirii~ hii heres plot for my new request m OMG I missed this AHHH jasbshsh

Anyway,

I want to see a jealous NSFW age-up Muichiro, as he would see the reader, training, a slayer whose intention is to actually flirt, and this goes unnoticed by the reader which makes Muichiro upset and very jealous.

~🧡

That Day He Got Jealous Of One Of Your Student || Muichiro Tokito x fem!reader

Part 1 : That Day He Got Jealous Of One Of Your Student

A/n : Guys ! I'm finally back ! I don't know for how long but I'll try my best to finish the rest of the requests y'all have sent me and maybe even write one of my own ideas lol ! Hope y'all enjoy this 🥪🍟

Part 2 : Have Your Learned Your Lesson ? ✨

A/n 2 : Muichiro is aged up like all the characters y'all read for and write for from other mangas such as Mha, Assassination Classroom, Gambling School, Tokyo Revengers... so if anyone comes here and complain bro I'mma take the first plane and find you because you've been warned 👀

Warnings : Muichiro is aged up ofc, jealousy, spanking, dom Muichiro, fingering, mention of boner, implicit mention of overtimulation, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1932

“Come on ! You can’t swing that blade even more smoothly than that !” you cheered your recruits. Seeing them struggling doing the most simple things made you nostalgic of the past, when you were in their boots, struggling to wave your katana to cut tree trunks and stone sharply, or when you set yourself on finding out what was your breathing style. A time when Tengen-sama took you as his apprentice ( yeah this is me being a simp ).

It is only your second year teaching the new slayers but you can clearly see that these ones are going to be a good ratio of fresh blood for the demon slayer corps. That’s why you decided to give them extra attention and extra advice. You didn’t shy away from joining them during the training, showing them the moves while being close to them so they would be able to understand the whole elegance of the movement. You weren’t the strongest but to them you were the best of all. They looked up at you as if you were Tomioka-san or Shinazugawa-sama, your second mentor ( I’m simping so hard right now ), but you were way more out-going than them and that’s why your recruits felt so comfortable around you.

Ryota ( I love this name so much ), was the most easy-going of all your students… and well for some reason the most caring of them all. In reality it wasn’t just some reason it was because he just found you so cool and so strong that he thought that maybe, just maybe he would have a chance with you. Leading him to be extra focused when you showed the different moves or extra caring - even though you didn’t need it - when the day was particularly hot or dry, always bringing you a little towel and a bottle of water.

No one seemed to be unbothered by this, no one because there wasn’t any apparent problem with having a recruit caring for you from time to time. Well no one except from a certain mist hashira, who was very displeased with the scene he encountered everyday. As his day of formation usually ends an hour before yours, because of the schedules given by your master.

Sitting on a nearby hill he used to sit there, waiting for you to finish your day, big mesmerized eyes following your every move with attention as he admired your strength and precision. It was a moment he has always loved, just lazying there on the grass, looking at the beautiful woman he shared a home with. The wind slowly making move the end of your skirt. But since you've been assigned this new recruiting vintage, these moments aren’t so pleasing and relaxing anymore.

He can feel his blood boil little by little each time Ryota gets close to you, even if he knows it’s just to help. “Doesn’t he see I’m here ?” and “I would be the first one to get down from here and help her if she really needed help” were the principal thoughts that crowded his mind. And he was right, each time Ryota showed care towards you, you didn’t really need his help,you've been through much worse than giving a lesson to your recruits during summer time. But each time you accepted because why not just be kind with another kind person.

Muichiro knew the help wasn’t needed and that’s one of the things that made his interrogations turn into jealousy. A jealousy that was manageable at first, well until the young Ryota’s infatuation started to show towards you. He played with his hair sometimes, puffed his chest out, and the worst for your boyfriend, blushed when you spoke to him. Clenching his fists as his keen eyes stayed on the young man who seemed to be more interested in you than by the lesson you were giving. Muichiro wasn’t one to be shaken by such strong and overwhelming emotions, but seeing the scene unfold he couldn't help but feel incredibly upset at the reaction stirred in the younger man.

“You’re doing really good guys” you cheered on your young recruits.

And if someone had told him he would be seeing so red today he wouldn’t have believed them.

“Wow Ryota, that was really smooth ! I’m impressed” Again seeing you praising your recruits for their good work didn’t bother him at all - you were just being supportive after all -, but when Ryota’s face tinted with a deep red hue and his voice started to waver Muichiro lost it. In a second he was on his feet, quickly walking down the hill towards you and your students. Of course you’ve seen him coming from afar, there was a sure shift in the air, though you put this on his sometimes moody personality, as he sometimes could be in an extremely bad mood for a trivial reason. But when you noticed that you weren’t the one at the end of the bee line he was making you tried to get between him and the one he was about to destroy, quite literally.

In a split second Muichiro was in front of Ryota - who was about the same size as him - seized him by the collar and almost spat in his face “Remember you're here to train, so stop wasting her time with your nonsense"

Ryota’s eyes were wide and his hands came to rest where the other man was holding him. He was genuinely scared and he looked at you in utter despair, his eyes pleading for your help. But you were already on it, your hand shot and grabbed Muichiro’s wrist “That’s my student you’re holding there Tokito-san. Let go of him now” your voice was calm but the energy dripping from it brought its share of chills.

Muichiro’s eyes unstuck from Ryota’s face and focused on yours, the anger in them was palpable. But the one in your eyes made him rethink his move, your eyes locked in a silent discussion and a second after he let go of him. He turned his back, his right hand clutching the hilt of his katana, as he made his way to his - your - living quarters. You quickly made sure Ryota was okay, albeit a bit shocked, telling him you were awfully sorry and that this would never happen again. The young man told you it just surprised him a little. You nodded at him before looking at your other students who were equally shocked, before dismissing them and binding them goodbye.

You then rushed towards where you saw Muichiro was storming off. You couldn't help but wonder what had rendered him to this state of susceptibility today, you also wanted to make clear that it wasn’t okay for him to torment your students. Upon entering the living areas of the domain you heard the shoji ( japanese door ) of a house slam, you were sure it was yours.

As expected, once you arrived in front of your home, you saw Muichiro’s sandals on the doorstep. You walked in your house and didn’t find him anywhere. Until you heard the sound of the kettle boiling in the kitchen. Here was Muichiro aggressively sipping on some tea, surely trying to calm down and get his thoughts together. You sat across the table, your eyes already on him. You waited for him to look at you before even starting to address him about what had happened earlier, but it seemed he wasn’t about to look you in the eyes.

You called his name once, twice before subtly raising your voice, your tone showing now your clear frustration “Muichiro I’m speaking here. You could at least look at me when I’m trying to understand why you brutalized one of my students” as he finally looked at you, your voice got softer “I had to cancel the end of the class. Tell me what got you like this”

Even if he was looking at you his mouth was still resting on the edge of the cup as he sipped. Seeing he wasn’t going to collaborate you stood up “Okay then I’ll go to Ryota’s and ask him his version if you can’t bother answering me”

But as soon as you got up you felt his hand gripping your wrist, your eyes shot to shit, who were already intensely staring “No you’re staying here with me” his eyes showed a longing that were reserved to a more advanced time in the day.

“Muichiro ?” you murmured, as if your body was able to recognise the cues of his own.

“Don’t make me repeat myself” he said lowly making another step towards you. At this point you were able to feel the heat emanating from his body “Besides you know exactly what happened” he said, as he genuinely thought you did.

You instinctively shook your head “I really don’t-” even he from this point he knew you didn’t but his blood had been boiling and now he needed to get it out of his system.

“Do you need me to spank you to remember ?”

You literally gasped at this, which only made the smirk that had settled on his face grow wider “Is that a yes ?”

“Muichiro listen to me-”

He tugged at your arm as he sat back on the chair where he was sipping on his tea. Pulling you so that your torso rests on his lap, pushing your skirt up. His hand came to rest on the swell of your ass before he spoke again “Each time you’re going to tell me how much you like it. Understood ?”

“Mui-” spank “Oh !” you cried out, clearly not thinking he was going to start with such force.

“What ?” he teased “Isn’t this smooth enough for you ?” you could clearly hear the smirk on his face, but you couldn't say this wasn’t turning you on. So with each strike on your bare flesh your moans turning more and more into whimpers. And of course you praised each one of his assaults on your soft skin, just like he had asked you.

After something like 5 min you started to feel him get hard under you, and you just knew that you weren’t much better in this case. As if he knew what you were thinking about, his hand passed under the lace of your panties and made its way to your inner thigh. He groaned “And you even seem to like that. You’re so wet” he mused as his fingers continued to smear your juices between your folds.

“You know it does-” spank you tried to speak up but he shut you up with another firm spank “If you speak it’s only to praise me” he warned.

Okay now it was clear he was being jealous. That made you internally chuckle, but the next spanks he delivered were enough to put you back to your whimpering and needy state. Of course you weren't going to let him get away with that after a public scene like that with him giving you an undeserved punishment. That’s why you sneaked your hand between his legs to tease him as he thought he was the only in power - truth be told he currently was. But you just knew that you didn’t need much more than that to make him weak in the knees and begging for you to touch him and make him cum. You were so getting back at him, he can’t even begin what’s coming to him. And something tells me he is going to beg for you to stop making him cum with what you have in mind.

#demon slayer #demon slayer imagine #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #kimestu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba imagine #kimestu no yaiba smut #muichiro tokito #muichiro tokito imagine #muichiro tokito smut #muichiro tokito x reader #kny muichiro smut #kny muichiro #muichiro x reader #muichiro smut #request #smut #miri-writes

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lilbeanz · 1 month

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I'm a 90's kid and the original Harry Potter books were being released while I was growing up. For me, waiting for your next installment of jdot evokes the same nostalgic feelings of fervent anticipation and excitement. Of course it takes time to produce a masterpiece - which is what you're doing!! And I don't think we talk enough about the beauty of having things to look forward to. I literally have a list of upcoming things I'm excited about that I lean on when times are hard and I'm struggling with my mental health (and jdot is on it). Just wanted you to know you've got people out here who are enjoying the suspense of the wait, and wouldn't have it any other way 💚

Ahhh!!! You have no idea how much that means to me!!! 🥺🩷

It definitely makes me feel much calmer about taking my time, so thank you!

And it is SO important to have things to look forward to! I have several things on my list, including the new Doctor Who, Bridgerton, and Helluva Boss!!!

It's just important to have that rush of excitement and anticipation!

And the fact that my silly lil fic makes YOUR list???

I'm so flattered!!🩷

#lovely lovely people #asks and replies #jodt #thank you🩷#🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷#💕💕💕💕#lilbeanz #lilbeanzdrawings #hehehe <3 #🫘

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seivsite · 1 year

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for ur event huehue

blade with when they go over to sit on their lap and cup their cheeks, lovingly staring into their eyes oh my god yems

MOONLIT REMINISCENCE.

prompt: when they go over to sit on their lap and cup their cheeks, lovingly staring into their eyes.

includes: blade x gn!reader. soft bladie, small spoilers of blade’s lore (his past name) — wc: 468

It was a peaceful evening at Xianzhou Luofu, with the moon shining brightly in the sky, casting its luminous glow upon the figures and shapes painted by the stars. Yingxing sat engrossed in his task of reviewing the paper documents that Jing Yuan had given him.

Lost in his work, he had forgotten how long it had been since he began signing and scrutinising the documents. Suddenly, the sound of a door opening and closing broke his concentration. Paying little mind to it, he continued his work, his senses attuned to the soft footsteps of the mysterious visitor.

“Qīn ài de,” (Name) called out, finally capturing Yingxing’s attention. He looked up from his work to find them standing in front of his desk, arms crossed and wearing a pout. “Hmm? What are you pouting about?” he asked, seemingly oblivious to their needs.

(Name) let out a sigh, their disappointment palpable. They moved around the desk, gently pushing Yingxing’s chair back and settling comfortably on his lap. Yingxing’s face immediately flushed red, unsure where to direct his gaze or what to do with his hands.

Placing their hands on Yingxing’s face, (Name) guided his gaze upward, locking their stunning eyes with his. “Is the mighty Yingxing feeling shy?” they teased, their fingers caressing his cheeks tenderly.

“No,” he replied hastily, not wanting to admit the profound effect his beloved had on him. Though his reddened face betrayed his words, he attempted to assert himself by placing his hands on their waist. Yet, his feeble gesture seemed inconsequential as (Name) swiftly pressed their lips against his, catching him off guard and surprising him even more.

Yingxing let out a small yelp before surrendering to the intoxicating kiss, his hands traversing (Name)’s body while their gentle touch cradled his cheek and tangled in his blond hair.

Unable to stifle his moans of pleasure, he revelled in the kiss, but all too soon, (Name) pulled away, prompting him to yearn for their lips once more. Gasping for air, he met their gaze, filled with profound love and adoration.

“I’m madly in love with you,” he confessed, relishing the sensation of their fingers running through his hair.

“Hmm, I know,” (Name) replied, wrapping their arms around him, finding solace in his embrace as they rested their head on his shoulder.

A sense of déjà vu enveloped them. Time had flowed since that fateful encounter, yet the memory of (Name)’s eyes, perpetually brimming with love and adoration solely for him, remained etched in Yingxing’s consciousness. Their love seemed to transcend the ages, guiding them to their present circumstance, evoking vivid recollections of their shared past.

“Doesn’t this feel incredibly nostalgic?” (Name) mused, perched on his lap, their fingers weaving through his locks.

“Indeed it does,” Yingxing, now preferring the name Blade, replied.

NOTES. AHHH i love writing for blade theres so much room for angst or those sentimental vibes, hope u like it 朋友 ❤️‍🔥

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! ‹3

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windtowee · 2 months

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AHHH, SOMEONE WHO RIGHTS FOR TPN!!!

I have a request 👉👈

Ray and/or Emma (both separately if you can :3) with a GN!reader who has an ENTP personality?

Reader is both very social with the other orphans, yet also keeps alot to themselves, and despite being silly and spontaneous, they're more connected to their head rather than their feelings. Despite that, reader is still a very warm and optimistic person.

Oh, and reader is shipped out before the anime takes place. Reader is still alive and was sent to Lambda, so they'll just reunite when they meet Norman again.

Ty!

Tw! Nothing

Gender neutral! Reader

Platonic/Romantic

Ray

He felt so guilty that he couldn’t save you from getting shipped out

He thought you were a very interesting person

He thought your positivity was a bit annoying but he likes that you think with your head then your heart

When he sees you again, he doesn’t slap you instead he gave you a little nostalgic head pat

Emma

She’s your best friend. You can’t escape it.

She is your partner in crime with positivity and silliness

Feels just a bit disappointed when you keep to yourself sometimes but respects it

She’s immediately overwhelmed with joy when she sees you again and tackles you into a hug

#tpn x reader #ray x reader #emma x reader #platonic x reader #platonic

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campbyler · 1 month

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okay i need y’all to know that i stretched out reading this fic for as long as i emotionally could and it’s been 3ish weeks since i caught up and i have NOT stopped thinking about it. i feel like i’m reading a new favorite book and someone forced me to stop halfway!! lol so this is an appreciation ask <33 you’re such talented writers!!

also! how is it co-writing a fic? do you try to match writing styles or are you just naturally similar in that regard? i’m impressed that even with the distinctly different perspectives and multiple authors, it all feels so cohesive and seamless.

do you think you’ll continue writing together in the future once you’re done with this fic and its spinoffs?

((ps. i’m wishing i wasn’t a kid who got easily homesick because this story is making me nostalgic for experiences i didn’t really get to have (i tried and failed and sleep-away camps multiple times lol). i wanna live in this wholesome summer camp environment. ))

AHHH YAY i'm glad that you've been enjoying!! we wish more than anything it was done so that everyone could have the full story, but appreciate everyone's patience and kindness while we make sure to take the time to tell the story the right way! so thank YOU for your appreciation ask <3

we've had a really great time co-writing! when it was three of us, we would all go in and edit the current chapter to make sure that tone and vibes were the same, and i'd say we also all adapted our writing styles a bit to make sure that it flowed easily between the three of us! before we even started writing acswy, suni and i have always said that we have very similar writing styles with a few notable identifying quirks, so that's definitely been helpful in terms of having a consistent vibe, and something that makes us excited to work together in the future, too! we actually have written in the same doc before and it all flows really seamlessly which is very cool to see and be a part of :o) also we very recently talked about continuing to work together on collabs outside of acswy, and though it probably won't be for a while, i am excited for it!

if we could make camp whiteman a real place and invite you all we absolutely would so that we could all have the experience together!! tho i fear suni and i would have to live in the isolation cabin locked away from everyone else for our own protection 😗

#asks #^since people would KILL US STRAIGHT TO DEAD #also no we will not be sharing what our shared doc is. mind your business everyone <3 #howeverrr TY FOR THE ASK THIS WAS SO SWEET #our favorite kind of comments to get fr

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evansuvamp · 2 months

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Rudoshi x Ichisen parallels part 2

OMG... I was sad about how Ichiya and Senya's past was... Their last time together is just sad and tragic :((.

Ugh... I love how colors can make you feel nostalgic or at least, hopeful.

The moment Senya felt he was about to lose his friend so he restrained himself from hurt him even more T.T. Same for Shiva, he really wanted Rudra to reach his goal...

BUT AHHH... Both series show us they parted ways...

I'M SO SAD AHHHH!! The promise that they'll meet again is there...

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #shiva ror #ror #snv #shiva snv #ichiya bucchigiri #senya bucchigiri #bucchigiri?!#snv rudra #record of ragnarok rudra #shiva record of ragnarok #rudra snv #rudra ror #rudoshi #ichisen

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asordinaryppl · 25 days

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A3! Seasonal Event - Anniversary Game: Episode 1

Azami: …

???: Oooi, Azami!

Azami: Hm?

Kumon: Good work today!

Azami: Kumon. And Tsuzuru-san and Juza-san…

Juza: Hey.

Tsuzuru: Are you on your way home from school too, Azami?

Kumon: What good timing! Let’s go home together, Azami.

Azami: Sure.

Kumon: Yay!

Azami: Why’re you so happy about this.

Kumon: I mean, it’s been a while since we went home together! And your uniform’s making me nostalgic.

Azami: Huh, it hasn’t even been that long since you graduated.

Tsuzuru: But when he was still in high school, you went home together often.

Azami: ‘Cause Kumon kept coming to my classroom to pick me up…

Kumon: We often went to family restaurants, ramen shops, and the batting center on our way home!

Juza: Kumon also came to pick me up after my lecture today.

Azami: You haven’t changed at all, even though you’re a uni student, have you.

Kumon: Who cares, why would I let the chance slip by, now that I’m in the same uni as Nii-chan!

Tsuzuru: But aren’t you lonely without Kumon around, Azami?

Azami: Not really.

Kumon: You say that, but I bet you really are lonely!

Azami: Haa!? No I’m not!

Azami: But, well… My school life has probably gotten quieter than it used to be.

Tsuzuru: Ahhh, I feel ya.

Tsuzuru: When Fushimi-san graduated, I started feeling lonely, even though I saw him at the dorm every day.

Juza: … Right.

Kumon: We’re baack.

Sakyo: … You really are a formidable opponent, Arisugawa.

Homare: No, you’re pretty good too, Sakyo-san. Have you improved since last time?

Tsuzuru: Oh, you’re having a chess match.

Kumon: Wow, seeing you play chess is so cool!

Juza: Who won?

Sakyo: Arisugawa. He’s like a beast at chess.

Azami: What, you lost, shitty Sakyo? How lame.

Sakyo: The hell did you say?

Tsuzuru: Now, now.

Homare: Sakyo-san was pretty good himself. It’s just that I was better.

Sakyo: What kinda follow-up is that…?

[Door opening]

Izumi: I’m home.

Juza: Welcome back.

Tsuzuru: Welcome back, Director.

Izumi: Oh, you’re playing chess! What timing…

Homare: Hm? Timing?

Izumi: Ah, no, it’s nothing…!

Kumon: By the way, can you play chess, Azami?

Azami: The rules are pretty similar to shogi, so I get what’s going on, but I wouldn’t say I can play.

Kumon: I see! But that’s still awesome! I wanna learn how to play chess one day.

Kumon: Should we look for some chess for beginners videos next time?

Azami: Sounds easy enough, why not.

Azami: (Gotta go to the music room next.)

Azami: (... Before, Kumon would call out to me as I walked through the halls.)

???: … I-Izumida-senpai!

Azami: ?

masterpost | next episode

#a3!#translation #a3! translation #tsuzuru minagi #kumon hyodo #juza hyodo #sakyo furuichi #azami izumida #homare arisugawa #izumi tachibana

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fandomtherapy44 · 3 months

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Klaus x reader chapter 6 Bloodletting

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Marshall the younger sister of Hayley Marshall. Side note I love Hayley one of my favorite characters. Basically Y/n will be pregnant instead of Hayley and I will be changing some things up but then that it should stay pretty close to the series. I hope you enjoy the story! Also, if you like I have a Castiel x reader

Paring: Klaus x reader

Word count: 3,238

Warnings: Some language, Typical the Originals violence, Spoilers for season one of The Originals, Pregnancy, Refence to sex

I got the divder from

saradika

Chapter 6: Bloodletting

There were about forty vampires in the courtyard at the compound of Marcel Gerad of squaring up to fight to get a chance to get a special ring. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fight Night! And, the first rule of Fight Night is: the vampire left standing at the end of the night is one step closer to the inner circle, and one of these--[He holds up the hand on which he wears his ring]-- a daylight ring. If you can impress me with a little ultra-violence, you too can enjoy the warmth of the sun on your face. All you got to do is kick a little ass. Here we go!”

A woman and man step up. Of course, the women won victoriously. But not a moment later her neck was snapped by Klaus. Elijah and Hayley in tow. "Good evening! I'd like a word.” “What do you think you're doing?” Marcel was pissed that Klaus was once again stepping on his throne. “It appears that we've interrupted a collection of filthy amateurs! We've come here for the girl. Give her to us, or we kill everyone here... starting with you.” Elijah was always so methodical with his words.

“You two got a lot of nerve, coming into my home and making demands. And who is she?” He pointed out Hayley. “I'm about to kick your-” She tried to walk forward but was pulled back by Elijah. “Your home, is it?” Klaus has a sarcastic smile. “The girl! I will not ask again.” “I assume you're talking about Y/n? Yea high, H/c, sweet attitude? Who is she, anyway?”

“She's an old friend. You know how sentimental I am about old friends.” “Well, I ain't got her. And before you start whining, I did pay her a little visit earlier tonight. I was feeling nostalgic, so I took a trip out to the plantation where I used to be a slave. And, imagine my surprise when I realized that the Original family of vampires had taken up residence. Your girl, Y/n, answered the door, we exchanged hellos, and that was it. You don't believe me? Look around. Hell, I'll even help you find her. But the question that I'd ask is: if Y/n isn't here, then where is she?”

POV: (Y/N)

I wake up and all I smell is dirty socks and all I see is the back of SUV window. I kick up at the window in some hope to somehow knock it out and climb out. The driver pulls over and gets out and opens the back. I kick him and he blocks me. “Seriously?” “Tyler?” I had not seen him for over like six months at this point. “You don't wanna fight me, Y/n. You know you can't beat a hybrid.” He zip-locks my ankles and picks me up. “AHHH! Let me go you asshole!” “Shut up!”

Tyler had brought me to the backwaters of the bayou of this small shack next to the water. It would be prettier if I wasn't currently being held against my will. “Tyler why the Hell am I here?” He doesn’t answer, instead he brings out a pocketknife. “Ok, geese! I won't ask again.” He then cuts my ankle zip locks. “This is just in case.” He held the knife up, the gall of him. “Hey, aren't you the one you knocked me out in my backyard!?” “It's not your backyard, it's Klaus'! You're shacked up in that mansion with that psycho. A long way from the sweet girl I've met in the Appalachians, helping other werewolves.”

“Tyler, I am still the same girl, just a couple of things have changed.” “You mean that you're pregnant? A hybrid baby, yeah, I know all about it. I've been roaming around the Bayou, asking questions. Let me tell you what I learned! [He pulled down my sweater sleeve to show my birthmark on my shoulder] This crescent birthmark means you come from a big-shot family. Some kind of royalty for the werewolves of this region. And right here-- [He gestured around him]-- this is all that's left of them.”

I look around and see tents that are barely being held together by worn-down rope. “My family is out here?” At that moment I see a blond woman hiding by the trees. “HEY HELP!” I held my arms up. She ran away as soon as I did. “They can't help you! They're in the woods, hiding, because they were persecuted for decades by vampires.” Of course, those poor people, this man walks up. “Is that her?” “Excuse me!?” “Yeah, Dwayne. Get her inside.” Dwayne comes and picks me up like I was a bag of air. He must be a werewolf too or he hits the gym every day. “Tyler? Tyler!”

Back at the compound, Sabine was doing a locator spell to find Y/n while Hayley, Elijah, and Klaus were crowding around. “She's in the backcountry. Way up past Houma, deep in the Bayou.” “Bayou?” Hayley questioned. “There are stories of exiled werewolves, encampments. If Y/n went out that far, chances are she went to find them.” “Clearly, she hopes to make the acquaintance of more like herself. I suppose our company wasn't good enough for her.” Klaus quipped. “No, Y/n is not like that. She would at least tell me, if she's there she's not there by choice.” Klaus looks at Hayley with the slightest bit of worry.

The three of them had traveled to the Bayou. “We should head south towards the water.” Elijah pointed out. “You seem quite determined to find the littlest wolf.” Klaus commented. Hayley was just trying to sense her sister. “If I'm moving too fast for you, Niklaus, you're welcome to wait in the car. Do be certain to leave the windows down.” “ Ah, so I've touched a nerve? You've begun to admire her sister. Perhaps that's why you've been barking orders since your return, hoping to impress Hayley by assuming the role of family patriarch.” she had walked enough away that she couldn't hear them.

“If you're going to insist on treating her like a walking incubator, then that's your mistake.” “I do not see her as a-” Klaus stopped. “Have you found her scent?” They walk over to the SUV so does Hayley. “No, but I found someone else's. This vehicle reeks of someone I thought I was rid of... Tyler Lockwood.” “Tyler? why the Hell would he care to kidnap Y/n.” Hayley said. “He wants revenge because I went after his girl.” “Really over a high school girlfriend?” “Why do I suspect this is the least of your offenses?” “Well, there was this business with his mum…”

“Great so my sister is going to die now because of you! She’s here because of you!” “He needed to be taught a lesson!” “And what lesson will you be taught, Niklaus, if he retaliates by harming Y/n?” “So, you do care about her. Well, go on, then. Have at it, brother. Save her. Claim what spoils you can. I've sampled what she has to offer and let me tell you, she is exquisite–” Hayley slapped Klaus. “Don't you ever talk about her like that again!” She goes to keep searching but stops. “Oh, and Klaus if she is hurt or worse I will find some way to kill you.” With that, she walks, and Elijah follows.

POV (Y/n)

I am brought into the shack and zip-tied to some type of iron oven aka not easy to pick up. Might as well ask. “Tyler, there's been two wolves watching Hayley and me lately. Protecting us, like they instinctively know that we are part of their pack. You're a hybrid, you can turn into a wolf whenever you want... Was one of them you?” He shakes his head no. “No, but you're right-- only hybrids can control when they change. And I'm the only one left, besides Klaus. Which is why we're here.” “Whatever you think you're doing, you know that whole Original family has made some sort of pact, or something, to keep me and the baby safe. So, if you hurt me, they'll kill you. Believe it or not I don't want to see you die Tyler.”

“Of course, the nice, sweet Y/n wouldn't want that but then again you conspired to help kill twelve hybrids. How did you even trigger your curse if you do not believe in killing huh? I'm generally curious.” He got close and up in my face. “An accident the same as you.” I looked to the side. “I don't believe you but that's not why we are here, Dwayne? You ready for this?” Dwayne looked really hopped on whatever he was about to do.

“Let's do it.” Tyler goes to dig out a large syringe. “What are you doing?” I asked with fear flooding my body. Dwayne holds me down. “Tyler, please. NO! Tyler!” “Klaus destroyed everything good in my life! So, I'm gonna take away the thing he wants most!” He jammed it into my stomach. “AHH!” I breathed heavily. As I see it leave my body it’s filled with my baby’s blood. Tyler goes and injects it in Dwayne and then snaps his neck.

I just stare at the dead body now. “Don't get all judgy! Dwayne knew what he was getting into. He volunteered!” “To get killed!? How in the hell does make any sense?” “Dwayne is a werewolf who died with your blood in his system. The same blood you share with your hybrid baby.” I furred my eyebrows in confusion. “You're trying to turn him into a hybrid? That's impossible!” “I've been running with wolf packs all over the country. One of them was tight with a witch. She had nightmare visions about your baby and how Klaus could use its blood to make an army of hybrid slaves.” I breathed deeply in to control my anger.

“That’s enough from everyone! I don't care what anyone says about my baby it’s just that, my kid and if you keep on making threats on it, Klaus will be the last person to worry about.” “That’s cute and all but that's where Dwayne comes in. You see, he was happy to be the test case. If you haven't noticed, these people don't have much to live for. They'd all welcome the chance to become the superior species. Trouble is, all hybrids are sired to Klaus. They follow his every move. [He grabs a knife from his bag and sets it on the table] No way I let that happen.”

“How can you be so sure Klaus knows what the baby's blood will do?” “What do you think? Klaus Mikaelson, killer of men, women, and puppies, all of a sudden wants to be a daddy? Or, he's got an ulterior motive. Hybrids can walk in the sun. Their bite is lethal to vampires. They'll take over New Orleans by the end of the week. And you know what's going to stop Klaus then? Nothing.” Could it be true all this time? Suddenly Dwanye wakes up breathing a lot.

"You're gonna have to feed on her.” Dwayne walks over to me. “What? No! Ahhhhh!” He bites in my neck and it hurts like all Hell. He freaks out and runs out and Tyler goes after him. In the freak out he broke a chair I’m able to reach and grab a broken sharp leg. Tyler walks back in.“It worked, didn't it? He's a hybrid.” “If Klaus gets a hold of you, if he gets that kid? He wins.” He picks up the knife. “Maybe we can run if those are his attentions.” “He'll find you, he'll take your kid away, and he'll make more hybrid monsters. Slaves who do everything he says.” “Please murder is not the answer, Tyler You're not like this.”

He walks closer and I stab him in the leg with the wood. “That was stupid!” He starts again but Dwayne walks in. “Get away from her!” “What do you care?” “I said get away!” “You got what you wanted, now get lost!” “Dwayne, he's gonna kill me! And he's gonna kill you, too! He said that hybrids are too dangerous to live! You need to stop him!” Dwane attacks Tyler and I'm able to grab the knife and cut my binds and I run like never before.

I ran behind a tree hearing footsteps get closer and I jumped out and slide kicked him to the ground and pounced and almost daggered him until I realized it was Elijah. “Elijah I am so sorry! I thought-” I helped him stand up. "You thought I was Tyler, and here I thought you were in danger. It appears I was mistaken.” “Y/N!? Y/N!” It was Hayley. “Over here!” She runs over straight into my arms. “Oh thank God are you ok!? The baby!?” “Yes both of us are fine, a little sweat and a couple of scratches. Nothing I can't live through.” “Let's go!” She tugs on my arm. “Wait guys there's something you need to know about the baby.”

“Klaus must have known, that's the only explanation! He could care less about the baby. He just wants her to be born so he can use her to make more sired hybrids.” Hayley was pissed from what I told them and I don't blame her. “Look, we don't know if Klaus knew.” “Oh like Hell he didn't, he's Klaus !” “We can talk about this later after I take you two home.” Elijah of course is trying to break the tension. “Are you serious? Home to what?” Hayley replied back in her snappy sarcasm.

“Look, regardless of my brother's intentions, mine remain the same. I said that I would protect you and your sister, even, if need be, from Klaus himself.” “Guy’s let’s talk about this.” “What’s there to talk about Y/n! And Elijah I can take care of myself. I've done it for a long time.” She walks away. And I am left to question just about everything at this point but especially Klaus.

We had walked back to the shack where Klaus was standing. He had blood on his shirt in the middle. He saw me and looked like he wanted to run to me, but he didn’t. Instead, he looked between Elijah and I and started to think things that weren't true. “There you are! I see you've found our wandering stray. Perhaps you could shed some light on the situation. This-- [kicks the body over] -- appears to be a hybrid.” He pointed to me wondering why there was even a hybrid in the first place. “His name was Dwayne.” I answered kind of hesitating because I knew the bomb that was about to explode.

“Well, whoever it was, I didn't sire him. Any idea how that's possible?” Hayley gets pissed and jumps up to defend me. “[ She stomps toward him] As if you didn't know!” “Hayley please!” I pleaded to her. Elijah looked to me to make sure I was ok. And Klaus saw. “Ahhh, well, aren't you two fast friends? Oh, come on, then. What kind of horrible accusation have you conspired to levy against me?” Here comes the boom. “Guys let’s talk-” Elijah started to talk.

“Tyler Lockwood brought Y/n here to test a theory. [Klaus nods at him to continue] That the blood of her child could be used to sire hybrids. He claims that you knew that. Furthermore, that you intended to use this knowledge to build an army.” Klaus looked hurt and with that I knew that he did not know about the blood I knew because I've had the same look before. “And, of course, you assume it's true. I mean, why else would I show interest in my own flesh and blood? A heartbroken little crybaby points his finger at me, and my own brother falls in line, eager to believe it! How quickly you believe the worst, especially when it comes from her.” Klaus pointed at Hayley.

“Oh, spare me your indignation. When have you ever demonstrated any kind of concern towards Y/n or her child and sister, beyond your own selfish pursuits? And what was it you once said to me? [He impersonates Klaus] "Every king needs an heir!"” “My big brother. So, you doubt my intentions? Well, I can't say I'm surprised, standing next to the noble Elijah, how can I be anything but the lesser brother? A liar, a manipulator, a bastard.” My heart broke. “Klaus wait please-” I tried to soften this conversation after that because I knew how much pain that phrase brought to Klaus even more when he said it himself.

“And you, of course you agree with them I mean why would the big bad wolf be interested in his own blood. [He got closer to me] I knew you never would want to have a child with me.” “Brother, if–” Elijah was hurt too. “interrupts] You've said all that needs to be said, brother. [He steps back a few steps and holds his arms out in defeat] I'll play the role I've been given.” He speeds towards Elijah and bites him with his venom. Hayley and I are both shocked.

“You three enjoy each other's company. You'll have much to bond over, once the hallucinations and dementia set in. Consider that bite to be my parting gift to the three of you.” Before I even have a chance to say his name he speeds away. Hayley and I turn to Elijah to get him to the shack.

About an hour later Elijah was on the old cot and Hayley and I were looking through old photos to see if we could find any hint towards our family. Elijah gets up to help us look. “You don't have to help us. We can dig through the werewolf antique show on our own. Besides-- [She looks at his neck wound] -- shouldn't you put some kind of ointment or something on that?” Hayley said to him concerned. “The bite won't kill me. Like Niklaus himself, it's more of a nuisance than anything.” I didn’t say anything, but I got mad at that moment. So before I got more mad, I went outside to get air. The pregnancy definitely did not help being hot.

Going outside I looked around and I finally had a chance to fully appreciate the beauty of everything like the Bayou water with the sun reflecting off of it. And the crickets making their own song. The fresh smell of no smog and instead weed flowers having a sweet nectar hanging in the air. Sometimes being a werewolf has its upsides. I couldn't wait to share this with our daughter. When I walked a little more on the deck my feet kicked into something it was big bible. I picked it up and flipped through it.

“Hayley, get out here!” Both of them came out. “What is it?” I held it and flipped through to the page that was saved. “A Bible, with a family history that goes back generations.” “What are these names? Who is Andrea and Elizabeth?” Elijah asked. “I think we are... those are the days that we were born.” I said realizing that my family just got a whole lot more intriguing.

Hey yawl! Hope you enjoyed the story! Sorry it's been a while since I've updated. I wanted to finish my Castiel x reader which the first season is now finished if you want to you can read that. So hopefully I can focus more on these chapters because I love this story so much. This chapter really stirred the pot between Klaus and reader, so I love that. I also hoped that I showed that Y/n could hold her own. I might skip next episode's plot and move on to the next one depends. So look out for the next one! XOXO Gossip girl ;) ;)

#klaus mikaelson #klaus x y/n #klaus x reader #elijah mikaelson #the originals #hayley marshall #tvd fanfiction #tvd klaus #marcel gerard #rebekah mikaelson #hope mikaelson #tvd universe #Y/n marshall #werewolves #vampire diaries

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rank all of the 6 lunar chronicles books! i've asked a few of my friends irl this and ive seen very differing opinions so im curious (and ive seen how much you like ranking so..😂)

LOLLLL yeah ranking is my favourite thing ever ever ever ever ever ever its so fun okay (this is kinda long sorry hahaha) :

winter - this probably isnt a shocker, bc well ^^^ my url😭 literally what does this book NOT have. its 800+ pages, it contains so many perspectives, every single ship, every character dynamic is fully formed, the plot is insane and weaves together so well, the drama, the luna visuals, JACINTER, MISS WINTER HAYLE BLACKBURN.... like......... name a better book.... exactly. winter > everything. this is my go to book to reread and i think that its actually etched into the grooves of my brain. i have 2 copies of this book and they are my prized possessions

fairest - okay this ranking might be controversial, and i hate levana as much as everyone else does(just a disclaimer lol). but I LOVEEEE a character study, specially when said character is a villain. i read fairest after i'd completed all of the main 4 books and it just added so many more layers to the lunar characters (winter, levana, jacin etc), and also introduces us to evret, who is talked about in the main series but as we know he dies before the events of tlc :( but i loved his character and i found this book so interesting, also as a winter girl it was cool to see her parents, and her as a baby / toddler,, and also the og trio winter, jacin and selene / cinder own my WHOLE soul bc they are soooo <33333333333333 this book actually breaks my heart soo bad every time but i still crave rereading it bc its so good

cinder - ahhh when everything was somewhat simple, i like rereading this one to just go back to square one and like. reminisce on how everything begun and look at all of the seeds marissa planted (like that brief mention of winter and the descriptions of jacin aka the blond guard or whatever it was they described him as) . and i just love the kaider of it all of course and idk this one is just so nostalgic to me

scarlet - something about this book just keeps me on edge every time i read it. i literally cannot put it down once i start it and even though i know all of the plot twists and everything now im just constantly hooked. i love the visuals of this book, with the farm in rieux, and futuristic paris, and the fight in the abandoned opera house, soo cool. also i love how well this book in particular ties into little red riding hood because every single time i read the part about michelle actually being ran under glamour, aka the wolf disguised as the grandma like in the og fairytale, i am GAGGED its such a cool way to tie it into the lore of this series. annndddd i feel like i do talk about scarlet on here a lot because of winlet but i do NOT talk about wolf enough so let me just say something: wolf is such an interesting and complex character andi loveeee him and i love how much his personality varies from babygirl to actual killer hahhah

cress - i love this book to death BUTT i feel like some of the desert chapters kinda did drag on a little, especially as ive read this book so many times they're the scenes i tend to skim through (and this was true even BEFORE i became a cresswell hater tbh), but other than that this book is 10/10, i love the farafrah chapters especially, and i loved watching jacin be annoying and also i loved watching the rampion crew start to fill out and become bigger, ALSO this book has that iconic miscommunication scene where thorne and cress reunite with the others but thorne is blind so he didnt know that 'the wolf' cress was talking about was just our wolf (ze'ev) and the chaos of all that and cinder and dr erland and them almost getting arrested and escaping on the rampion / iko was pure chaos ALSOOOO this book had the technical introduction of winter bc you hear her adopting scarlet to save her which is fun so yeah !!! if they took out the cresswell of it all this book would be higher bc theres so much to love (and i mean this literally, this book is SO LONG)

stars above - this feels weird to rank because it isnt one full book, its a set of short stories, and the reason why its down here is because the only ones i consistently go back to are something old something new and the princess and the guard, if those two were full books they would probably be in the number 2 or 3 spot tbh (specially princess and the guard), but the thing is with stars above is that theres just a little too much filler for me,, like thornes chapter is pointless and is not interesting at all, and the little andriod actually is really sweet but i wouldve happily sacrificed that and thornes chapter to get more content with the other short stories, as i feel like they had a lot more to say (i do love cinders cameo in the little andriod tho)

#asks #anon #tlc #the lunar chronicles #mine #apologies again for the yap sesh i dont know how to condense things

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yellowjacketsgayfanfic · 1 year

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Van takes you to bed after meeting you in her film rental store

SUBMISSION: Hii! Could you maybe do some adult Vanessa x reader smut??

You had heard from a coworker that there was a really cool shop a few blocks down was functioning as an old school Blockbuster. You hadn't seen the place before, but you decided that after the work day you'd take the time to scope it out.

It was old as much as it was old school. The trim on the front door was cracked and the locks were rusted. You entered, a bell above your head sounding off. No one appeared to be inside which you thought was odd, but you stepped in nonetheless and took a look around. A VHS copy of 'But I'm a Cheerleader' caught your eye. You audibly gasped and went to pick it up, taking it out of its case.

It had been a long time since you'd used a VCR player. Once yours broke, it was hard to find another. It had become vintage almost overnight.

You brought the tape to your nose and gave it a sniff. Tapes just smelled different.

"Uh, hey." A voice from behind you took you by surprise.

You jumped, clearing your throat. "Oh, Jesus. Hey."

There she was. Van, with her long, red, wavy hair and beautiful blue eyes. Your eyes traced over her facial scars for a moment.

"You good?" She laughed.

"Yeah. That was embarrassing, I'm sorry." You chuckled. "I just haven't seen one of these in a really long time."

"You're the first person to come in here to remember using them." She smiled. "That's a great movie, by the way."

"Oh, I know." You responded. "Kind of aided in my gay awakening."

"Ahhh." She inhaled sharply. "Don't tell me how old you were in 1999."

You laughed. "Hey, at least I remember what a VHS tape is, right?"

She smiled. "Would you like to rent it?"

"I don't have anything to watch it with." You responded honestly.

"We rent out the VCR's." She offered. "If you're interested."

You were interested, but you were far more interested in the woman you were talking to at the moment. "How long are you open for?"

"Depends." She smirked, resting her elbows on the front counter. "How long will you be here for?"

"Long enough to watch this movie, maybe." You shrugged. "What's your name, by the way?"

"Van." She responded. "Vanessa. But everyone calls me, Van."

"I'm Y/N."

"Well, how about I close things up down here...and you join me upstairs to watch the movie?" Van offered.

"Upstairs?" Your eyebrows raised with curiosity.

"My apartment." She chuckled. "Don't worry. No secret dungeons to worry about."

You agreed to head upstairs with her. This wasn't something you did often, but you were very taken by the ballsy red head and didn't quite feel like returning home just yet.

She locked the front door and flipped the 'open' sign to 'closed,' and lead you to the back of the store which then lead to a wooden staircase. She ran up, and you followed suit. It was very quaint upstairs. A small kitchen, a living area, a little kitchen table and a bedroom all fit into the same space. Off to the side was a bathroom.

"Do you want a beer?" Van asked.

"Sure." You replied, taking the tape with you over to the old box television. "Damn. I'm shocked they still sell these."

She looked over at you, slamming the fridge door closed behind her. "Yeah, right? I mean. I've had that since probably before you were born."

You rolled your eyes. "Very funny."

She smiled as she strode over to you with a glass bottle. You took it from her, giving it a sip before putting the tape into the machine and turning the television on. The familiar buzzing, and then clicking sound made you incredibly nostalgic. You lifted your fingers to the screen, feeling the buzzing sensation against your skin.

You fell back onto the sofa behind you, and Van took her spot next to you. "So, uh. Are you from around the area?" She questioned.

"Nah. I'm originally from New York." You responded. "I got a job with a non profit up here though, and it pays pretty well...for a non profit. I've been living here for a few months now."

"Mmm. I'm a Jersey girl." Van smiled, sipping on her beer.

"Should have known." You looked at her fondly. "You're too campy to be from some Pennsylvania small town."

She laughed out loud at that statement. "Campy?"

"Come on. You own a small town Blockbuster, renting out VCR's and copies of But I'm a Cheerleader." You said pointedly. "I mean, it's incredibly hot, but still campy."

Her eyes traced your face, and then your body. "So you think I'm hot?"

You inhaled sharply, feeling her eyes on you. "I mean yeah. I thought that was pretty clear."

She shifted to be closer to you, trailing her fingertips on your forearm. "You're not too bad yourself."

You scoffed. "Not too bad, huh?" You got on your knees, and quickly straddled Van's hips. "How about now?"

She looked up at you, her hands massaging your thighs. "God."

To the sound of Natasha Lyonne's gay intervention, you rid yourself of your top and leaned down to lock lips with Van. She cradled your face in her hands as you started grinding your crotch against her. She groaned into your mouth, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. She tossed the fabric to the side. Air nipped at your breasts, causing your nipples to become hard. "You're gorgeous." Van breathed.

You climbed off of her and stood on your own two feet. She followed you, aggressively unbuckling your belt, throwing it to the floor. In a swift motion, she lifted you onto her and carried you over to the bed where she tossed you onto the comforter.

You quickly unbuttoned your jeans, tearing them off your legs as she undressed herself before climbing back on top of you to reintroduce her lips to yours.

"What do you want me to do to you?" She groaned into your mouth.

"Well, I was kind of hoping you'd fuck me." You said sarcastically.

She bit down on your lip, causing you to squeal. "Don't be a brat."

You grabbed for one of her hands and shoved it towards your cunt. "Then fuck me, Vanessa."

It was as if a switch flipped in her eyes. She shoved two fingers inside you and began to fuck you hard. "Is that what you want?"

You moaned loudly, riding her hand. "Y-Yes."

She turned you on your side, fucking you hard while keeping your leg pressed against your chest. She started sucking on your neck, leaving hickeys behind.

You cried out against her. "Oh, God, yes."

"I want you on my face." She whispered into your ear, her voice gruff and firm. "Would you like that?"

You nodded, unable to respond with your words. She flipped onto her back and guided you up toward her face. Your thighs sandwiched her head, and she grabbed onto your hips, shoving you into her mouth. She immediately got to work on you, her tongue playing with your clit.

You gasped in pleasure, grabbing onto the head board, riding her face hard. Her hands moved to grab your ass firmly, trying to keep you in place.

"God, you're talented with your mouth." You sputtered, throwing your head back.

She then entered a finger inside you as she continued to eat you out. You could hardly contain yourself. You were so close to climax.

She fucked you hard, flicking your clit and hitting your g-spot at the same time.

"Right there." You gasped. "Please. Harder."

She obliged, sending you into a tailspin. Your body started shaking as your pussy contracted. You screamed out Van's name, sweaty and tacky. After you finished, she took her fingers out of you and you climbed off of her. You leaned against the headboard, out of breath.

She sighed, resting a sticky hand on your tummy. "How did I do?"

You laughed breathlessly. "I kinda wanna go again."

She grinned. "Oh give the old lady a break, would you? I need a nap after all that."

You groaned. "You're so dumb."

Van grinned, resting her head on your chest.

#yellowjackets #smut #van palmer #vanessa palmer #x reader #fanfic #oneshot #drabble #submission #open for submissions

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