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Varney.

Vampire! Noah Sebastian x female reader.

Varney! Noah, mention of blood, kind of dub-con but not really but a bit I think because of compulsion, oral, unprotected sex, mention of death.

I often have thoughts with Vampire! type of shit and I think I got a bit carried away gathering some of them here. Maybe I need to warn that this is inspired by the book "Varney the Vampire: The Feast of Blood." It's gothic horror I think, nothing too graphic is going on here though. But just- don't want you to be fooled, this is based on gothic gross vampires not that sparkling Edward bitch. I know nobody reads that part every time but you can't say you haven't been warned.

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"Varney enjoys all the pleasures at once and when he manages to desecrate the bed of a pretty young woman while bleeding her white in a horrible sucking sound. He is a fearsome and scary creature that usually wakes up the members of the fair sex by scratching at the window of their room."

She knew he was here. She could feel him, hear him. She could hear the same four notes he was humming, letting the melody indicate his presence to those around. She looked through the window, trying to discern the shape outside, the condensation on the glass concealing his figure. But she knew he was here, god she knew and she couldn't look away. She didn't dare to move, she didn't want him to know she knew. He did though. Of course, he did. He just didn't say anything, he couldn't scare his prey. She was so innocent in her white nightgown, creeping at the window from her bed, fearing to be harmed in the middle of the night.

So he continued to sing his chords, the notes living rent-free in her mind for years now.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

It was like an obsessive thought, it intruded her mind, and it ate her brain. All she could do was hum along every time she heard them.

She knew he was here, she always did. And even if she abhorred it to hell, all she could do was to be haunted by these notes. They were so mesmerizing, like she was compelled to appreciate them, finding comfort in them even though they seemed terrifying.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She murmured them like a mantra, like it would save her from damnation. As if they were going to keep him away from her when he was the one living by their harmony.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

It wasn't that hard. Actually, if she tried, she was sure she could play them on the piano.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She was just a child then, not so long ago, when she first heard these four notes. That day he left a letter. "I'll come for you, my yuri." Yuri was not her name and by then she had no fucking clue of what he meant. She still doesn't. With time, the years went by and he started to reach for her again. It was first once a month, then once every two weeks, to finally once a week. The more she grew the more he seemed to visit. He was frightening her. He looked so tall, so massive and impressive. She only saw his face once, disguised in the darkness of her room. It was the only time he approached her that close and despite the terror she felt that night all she could remember was his long nose and the way his hair framed his face.

But while he continued his visits, he never tried anything to harm her to her surprise. She knew what he was, she often heard the elder talk about these creatures that come for you at night. But she liked to think he was some kind of protector. Oh, only if she knew. His intentions were everything but caring and kind. He wanted her. From the moment he saw her as a child, he wanted her, he wanted her blood. She smelled like no other.

His first thought was to get rid of her as a child, get a good meal from her and leave her for dead in the snow in front of her house. But even for him, killing that innocent child was too much. So he waited, promising himself a good feast for the years to come. He just had to watch for her, to be sure that no one would try to harm his prey. They called him Varney, Varney the vampire, attacking only those who were pure enough to be maidens. But as the years passed he never acted. He could have assailed her a thousand times now. She was not a child anymore and she lived so carefree- that girl was completely unconscious. He needed to act and to act soon before she would do something that would ruin her forever.

But he did nothing, he watched her for years, he observed how she evolved, how she went from that sweet smiling child to the woman she was today. And god, he was happy he waited because nothing ever smelled as divine as her. She smelled like strong lilies, yuri.

Yuri was the Japanese appellation for lilies. He didn't know her name, even after all these years he didn't look into it. He didn't need to know his prey, all he needed to was watch over her. Watch how happily she danced during the spring balls, how sad she cried during the dead season at the end of the autumn, how charming she was for the Christmas time, and how fragile she looked alone in her bed at night. That poor nightgown wasn't doing her any favour, he swore that if he squinted just a bit more he could see everything. That clothing was so see-through that she might be freezing to death during those stormy nights.

One day he dropped her a cloth, some kind of duvet for her body to heat. It was the only time he actually entered her room, hoping for her to be dead asleep. Unfortunately, she was not, and she saw his face. He knew she did, he only hoped for her to not remember, to think that it was some kind of dream. Only that she wasn't dumb, she knew he was lurking for her all these years and she knew he was here that night, next to her bed. At first, she thought she was good to die, the time had come. A stranger in her room watched her sleep like a psychopath, but he only dropped that duvet, and she knew it was him. He hummed for her and her body relaxed immediately. He had tamed her, had domesticated her. She wasn't even worried about him intruding on her space like that.

He knew he did a great job then, even if she saw what she was supposed to never see, his face.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

Winter balls have never been her thing. She much preferred the ones that were held in the spring or the summer. The celebrations were different, more festive. During the winter the balls were cold, held in big mansions from the ones who were welcoming all the people. Often they were masquerade parties, and she hated that too. She didn't like wearing that mask all night, it was itching and making her face sweat like a pig. Gosh, she hated them, and that corset dress too. It was so tight she could barely breathe. Spring balls were allowing more liberties, no masks, no dresses, nothing but dancing.

Nonetheless, she still walked through that hall, finally entering that marble castle and she couldn't help but appreciate the heat that welcomed her. Greeted by some kind of butler she walked through the corridors, reaching the room of the festivities.

She stared at the impressive chandelier, overwhelmed by all the luxury that surrounded her. She didn't have any idea whose house it was this time. Winter balls were held by the nobles of the land, one by one, it's all she needed to know, at least that's what she lived by.

And just like that the night went, she danced around with some people, chatted with others, it was all pleasant until she couldn't take it anymore. Politely she escaped the small group she was with, reaching for a balcony of some kind as she hoped for some air. That corset was for sure killing her. She laughed to herself, the idea of being killed by her awful garments making her smile a little.

"Oh no the poor lady suffocated in that way too tight dress, who's idea it was? We should strip her naked to see!" She mimicked some kind of rude man by herself, laughing even more at her antics. Maybe she was drunk, maybe it was the heat obstructing her brain, but she found that pleasant enough.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

Until he called for her. She first thought her brain was playing her tricks, but he called again.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She looked up, then down, looking for that well-known figure, only to notice him hidden among the roses of the garden below. She moved as fast as she could, hoping to actually be able to catch him tonight. She had so many things to ask, but she wasn't afraid, curiosity was gnawing at her.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

He sang the chord again and she let his voice guide her through the labyrinth of flowers and small trees she was losing herself in.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

"Come for me, my yuri."

He talked to her and for the first time, she felt like she heard his voice, like he was real, like all of this was concrete.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She couldn't see him yet, but the more she walked the more the melody became persistent.

"Yuri."

He guided her with his voice, keeping it sultry, as soft as his sweet words. Once again transported by his melodies, all she could do was search for him, she was completely frenetic, obsessed. She needed him, she needed more. She wondered why every time she heard him sing she couldn't feel fear anymore. As if he was some kind of saviour, an angel from heaven.

And then she saw him, standing in front of the fountain, hidden by thousands of thorns and roses. She recognized that tall frame and that nose. It's all she could remember him by, the long nose, so straight, so pretty, making him look so elegant.

She was in awe, her eyes staring straight into his, her lips agape. She didn't even dare to swallow, worried he might disappear at any second as if he was supernatural. He wasn't real, he wasn't human, she swore he was not. But he was clearly not an angel either. His aura was so dark and she remembered why she feared him at first.

His eyes pierced through her skin and she suddenly felt naked, as if she was not the one only wearing nightgowns in front of him every night for the past ten years. It was so different from what he used her to, he actually looked terrifying, as she remembered him from when she was a kid. He felt the change in her mood, felt how frightened she became in an instant. And without her even realizing he was by her side, in a flash, he towered over her against that thorny bush.

"It's okay my yuri, don't be afraid." He tried to soothe her, to coax her, but it didn't work that time. As if his voice had lost all of his fascinating power.

She tried to step back, only to puncture the naked skin of her arms with another thorn, a single drop of blood forming at her wound. It cascaded through her arm until it reached her hand. She felt it rolling down but her eyes were drowning in his. She couldn't look away, it didn't matter how frightened she actually was, her gaze couldn't leave his.

He licked his lower lips, the glow in his eyes darkening, and she didn't miss any of that. He swallowed hard, his eyes alternating between hers and her lips. He licked his once again, until he couldn't bear it one more minute. Carefully, he approached his face to hers, brushing his lips on hers.

"You’re bleeding Yuri." he whispered and she swallowed hard, her voice stuck in her throat. "Be careful, we wouldn't want to hurt that delicate flower."

Was he talking about her or about the roses behind her? She had no idea but she still blushed and he stepped back, leaving her some personal space again while she realized she actually had stopped breathing for several seconds now. He held his hand to her as he went sitting on the edge of the fountain.

She followed obediently, actually taking his hand in her as he pulled her toward him, startled by how hot she was compared to him. He made her stand between his spread legs, turning her so he could face her back. His eyes fell on the blood spreading on her arm, strings of red tarnishing the purity of her skin. Hypnotized by it he let his fingers travel from her hand to her forearms and the upper arms, brushing gently her skin in his path, ever so slowly, as delicate as he saw her. The scent of it was becoming intoxicating and he wished he could smell more, touch more, feel the thickness of the blood between his fingers, he wanted to taste her so badly. She smelled like lilies but would she taste like lilies too?

"Yuri." It escaped him, a murmur that he couldn't refrain from, it's all he was thinking about. Lily, Yuri. He didn't move, he didn't even try to act like nothing happened, he just fixated on the blood imprinting her skin. He hadn't smelled it in years but it smelled as divine as the first time he saw her. It was even more sacred than that day.

"What does Yuri mean?" She asked, clueless, as she stared at the bush where she actually hurt herself. Her voice startled him, he wasn't used to hearing her. He found that sweet, so sweet. She was all her blood was, he was sure of that and he wondered, for a second, if he wasn't just infatuated with her.

"Lily." He answered calmly, but if his heart was still actually beating he swore he would be breaking.

"Lily as the flower?" He only hummed at her as a form of answer. His thumb brushed the wound and she didn't react. He wished she would have hissed or whined, but she didn't, she only stayed still, staring at the bush. "Why?"

The more his thumb caressed her the more she relaxed into his touch, as if she wasn't terrified minutes before.

"Because-" He stopped, thinking of what he was about to say actually. "Just because. You don't need to know."

When he finally took his finger away, he brought it to his lips, allowing himself to taste, just for a bit, just a tidbit as his tongue licked it more than he should have.

The taste lingered in his mouth and thinking suddenly became hard, way too hard for the simple man he used to be. Worried by the absence of sounds he was making she turned back, facing him.

He looked at her from under, curled up on himself as he revelled himself in the flavour of her blood. Eyes dark and bloodshot, canines peeking through, long nails finishing his hands. When she realized what he was actually doing her eyes widened. His lips were stained with the liquid. For an unknown reason, she found him absolutely gorgeous. He looked so needy, it actually surprised her. How could the strong figure ensuring her at night look so weak under her like that?

Caught red-handed, he tried to compose himself to not lose the imposing presence he tried so hard to give himself these past few years. But the blood still on his lips, he couldn't behave decently. He felt so stupid, like a horny teenager, all he wanted was her.

Completely incautiously, she approached her fingers, wiping his lips and her blood away. When her fingers left his mouth he chased her, chased the heat of that alive body and the taste that was coming along, the taste he was losing. She could have touched his canine in that moment, she could have injured herself badly by unleashing that part of him. She hadn't noticed them but they were menacing to pierce through her weak skin and suck the life out of her. It's all he had been dreaming of all these years, he was so close to his goal, if only he dared to catch her.

But in the silence of the night a couple came to disturb their peace, distracting her attention away from him for a couple of seconds, acknowledging the two persons stepping into the garden. And when she eventually looked back at him he had disappeared, like he vanished into the night.

She cursed, startled by how quickly he was to leave. She knew he was able to do that, she was just not expecting him to do it tonight. She was so close, terrified but yet drowned to him, and now he faded without even telling her his name. She sighed, desperate as she sat on the edge of the fountain, trying to process what just had happened.

On his side, he cussed everybody who dared to put themself between himself and her. He was so close finally, if only he got a few more minutes he could have ravished her right here right now. How stupid he was to have hesitated even one second, he was getting weak and it was something that he couldn’t allow.

Following that event, the nights passed and looked all the same, dull, cold, and annoying. He didn't come for a total of nine nights, she counted them all. Nine nights were she was, in fact for the first time since her childhood, free from his gaze. She could have left, she could have brought someone home, she could have done all the things she doesn't dare to do when she knows he's lurking at her, but she did nothing.

On that ninth night though, she knew he was here. Despite the absence of melody, she could feel him, she could tell how disguised he was in the shadow, like he was actually for once ashamed of what he was doing. Because all he was, in fact, was a creep, lurking at a woman's window every night. And when it finally hit her all she could do was clench her legs. He was here for her, he was watching her every night, in that white nightgown, that little dress, revealing her naked body underneath, and he was here, and he was watching her.

Her legs clenched once again and she rolled into her bed, trying to chase her thoughts away but she was still feeling his presence. It was burning her, every ounce of the sheets her body was touching tingled. She rolled over and over, the image of that needy man, sucking on her blood, his fingers in his mouth like he was starving. She clenched her legs. Again. She was so petite under him, against the bush, her body hitting the thorns. Again. Was it the blood? Would he come for her if she was bleeding again? Again.

She wanted him to come for her, she wanted to ask him his name and feel his cold fingers on his arms once again.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She called for him, naturally, like he called for her but he didn't answer, he stayed in his darkness, unsure of what to do. Did she want him to devour her all? Did she know what he had planned to do?

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She called again, tempting him, playing with the little nerves he had.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

Like a plea, she called him, she called for his furtive touch, his calloused fingers, she called for him to get out of the darkness. And when he finally dared to step out of the corner, she realized that he wasn't outside like she thought he was. He was in her room. Like he did the first time he saw her wearing that ridiculous nightgown. Her eyes widened at her -expected- unexpected visitor.

He approached her bed as she straightened herself, switching positions to sit on her feet, revealing herself. His hands approached her face, his fingers caressing the top of her cheek and she shivered, the contact surprising her, his coldness contrasting with her hot body.

"Shh, it's too late to be afraid, Yuri." As always, his voice relaxed her and she leaned into his touch, her face chasing his hand until he cupped his whole cheek, his fingers reaching from behind her ears. His thumb stroked her face and she sighed, closing her eyes, like it was her missing piece. She didn't understand why but she felt herself ignite. She was burning and the more he gently caressed her face the more she was catching on fire.

In a movement, as furtive as always, he sat on the bed, the mattress not making a single sound as it was used to. When she finally opened her eyes back, she met his gaze and it all suddenly became hard to breathe. She wanted to call him, to whisper his name but she had no idea of who he was, so she only murmured a quiet "please." that looked more like a whine than anything else, it was a supplication. She didn't know what she was pleading for but she did, she needed to get freed from this, whatever it was, and she knew he was the one who was going to help her. It felt like evidence, he was the one who was going to free her from that painful agony.

"Please what? Tell me, my sweet lily." He asked, his free hand cupping her other cheek and she closed her eyes again, expecting a kiss that never came. Why would he have kissed her? She didn't know, but she knew he was about to, she saw it, she felt it, she-

"Kiss me." She asked for it, the words escaping her without her consent, like he compelled her to do so. "Please kiss me-"

She wanted to call his name again but was dismissed that right, her lack of knowledge of his person showing. It scared her once again, how ready she was to give herself to that man she barely knew, how she let him watch her all these years, it wasn't herself, she was scared of him but why did it feel so good at that very moment?

But thoughts became long forgotten when she felt his lips on her, chastely moving in rhythm, like another chord. It's all she needed to lose it, she didn't think anymore, a violent moan leaving her when he pressed himself even more on her. Their two bodies flopped on the bed, her back hitting the mattress as he quickly settled himself on top of her without ever breaking the kiss. He could have done whatever he wanted with her, she was putty in his hand at that very moment, she belonged to him the second he put his hands on her nine nights ago.

He kissed her as if his life depended on it, as if he wasn't already half-dead, he was drowning in her scent. The more he kissed her the more she whined into his arms, her scent becoming stronger and stronger. He was drunk on her, he could feel her blood rushing through her whole body, he could hear how fast her heart was beating, how hot and aroused she was just from his kisses. When he finally broke apart for real, letting her gasp for air, he analyzed her, the needy look she was giving him, as if she needed this as much as he did, as she didn't need to live, what was her life in comparison to man's touch?

She wanted to ask for his name again, and finally, as if he read her mind, he breathed out, his mouth drawn to her neck.

"Noah." His mouth attached itself, almost automatically to her skin and he dared, just so little, press his teeth against her carotid, enough to just feel the blood pump under his touch.

She tilted her head back at the contact, sighing. "Noah." She repeated and he nodded, smiling in the crook of her neck as he travelled on her body. She was smelling so good, he was going crazy, the more he approached her heart the more excited he was. His lips landed on her clavicle, her cleavage and when he finally dared reach that devil gown, who taunted him so many times, he ripped it, freeing her chest from the fabric. He almost moaned at the sight of her bare body, like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life, and it was. She was almost glowing in his eyes, like she was coming straight from heaven and he wondered how it was possible for a creature of the devil like him to be able to reach for the gods through her.

"Noah." She called again, cautiously, like these words would hurt her if she said them too fast or too loud.

He hummed against her, his head already diving into her chest, his lips attached to her left breast he sucked on it, feeling her heart pump under him, feeling the blood coming to his mouth as he sucked a bit more vividly. Until he sucked enough for his teeth to pierce through her skin, her blood escaping her without her being able to contest or fight. All she could feel was the euphoria that his touch was giving her.

The taste of her was like a relief, it was the best thing he ever put in his mouth, after centuries of existence. It was the sweetest of the nectars. When he was still human he recalled once drinking a wine called "The Wine of the Gods." The best one ever created. But he swore it was nothing compared to her. Nothing could compete with that delicate sweetness, she tasted like she smelled and he couldn't stop. He wondered if her pussy tasted the same, his intrusive thoughts battling against him and his will to feed. He couldn't get his teeth out of her breast but god- her pussy, scented as divine as her blood and he wanted to taste her so bad.

He opened his eyes back but it was too late, she was already too far away from her pleasure, drowning in all the sensations she was feeling. When he finally collected enough will he left her chest, not without regrets, to pamper her with kisses, travelling through her stomach to reach her bare pussy. She didn't bother herself with underwear at night and he couldn't be more glad for that.

He kissed her pelvis, his mouth not leaving her skin for more than a few seconds. And when he finally dared to settle between her legs, when she automatically spread them for him, all he wanted to do was thrust violently into her and bite her neck until she would cry from the pain. But he did nothing of that, he gently bit her inner thigh, delecting himself with the so little blood he took.

Finally deciding to put his hands to good use, he grabbed her by the hips, his fingers sinking in their fat as he pushed her to his face. She squirmed under him, her hands reaching for his hair by instinct. All she wanted was to push him more and more on her, begging him to speed up his pace. She was dying for his touch, completely compelled and mesmerized by her predator, just like he wanted her.

But the predator liked to play too much. He only teased her, keeping his slow motions, nice and gentle, groaning when she would moan a little bit louder or push him a little bit too hard.

He was quick to get how her body worked and how she reacted in a certain way. Soon he had his two hands grabbing her legs to put them on his shoulders, his tongue pressed against her cunt with such fervour. His nose rubbed her clit, making her moan. Her hands immediately left his hair to cover her mouth, refraining from her sounds but he was quick to move, leaving his spot between her legs to reach her face, grabbing her hands to move them away from her mouth.

"Let me hear you Yuri, let me hear the holy sounds you make." Quickly, he regained his place back, his tongue pushing itself on her folds as she moaned again.

He was cold, all of his being was freezing but it was enough to make her burn under his touch. She desired him in a way that she never desired anybody, and yet she felt so away that she wasn't sure it was her who was feeling all these emotions. Her heart was ready to explode as she pushed his head deeper against her core. She moaned and he answered back, groaning vividly between her legs.

The closer she grew to her orgasm the sweeter she tasted, it was intoxicating, it was all too much. Until she came, rocking her hips on his face, quivering between his hands and crying his name for her own sake, to remember something tangible, like all of this was real. Because she felt completely out of her body, her conscience tore apart from herself.

Nonetheless, he kept eating her, he couldn't get enough of her scent, of her taste. If he wasn't a starved man before he definitely was one now. He only pulled apart when he heard her cry his name out, completely overstimulated. And when he finally dared to look at her he understood how fucked he was. Because there was no way he was turning back now, there was no way he was letting her run free into the wild again. He just needed her body over his, he needed to be inside of her for real, to feel her alive around him. At that very moment, he didn't care about anything else, he needed to feel how warm she was, how alive she was compared to him. And when he finally achieved that feeling, when he finally thrusted into her without a care in the world he almost immediately came from the sensation. Nothing ever made him feel alive like that, even not when he was actually alive.

She cried for him but at this point, every sound she made was long forgotten, he was already gone. He heard her heart beating, like a psychotic melody. It was maddening, the more he thrusted the more he heard it.

D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.

She kept crying of pleasure, reaching for his embrace and when he finally held her between his arms she was ready to give up on her life. It was feeling all too good to be true, it wasn't her, she knew it, he was only chasing his own pleasure yet she was reaching her climax so quickly. Something wasn't right but it was too late to notice. Her arms around his back she held him closer, tightening her grasp on him to comfort herself.

She was doomed. She knew it, it was the end. She cried out, from the pain this time as she acknowledged her situation. He held her closer, feasting on her supplications, one of his hands reaching for her face, his thumb brushing away some tears."Shhh, it's okay Yuri. It's too late now." and before she could come he bit violently into her neck, the pain awakening immediately. It was violent, brutal, nothing like before. She felt her life escape her without being able to do anything while he continued to fete on her, unable to stop drinking from her, years of starvation just for that instant. But for him, it was all worth it, nothing had ever been as worth it as it was. It was delicious, excruciating all of his senses. He never felt so great in so many years. He loved those who were pure enough to be maidens, they really were a gift from the gods, descended straight from heaven and he was bringing her back to where she belonged. Away from the monstrosities of the earth. Away from himself who belonged to hell. Varney.

The chords used are from Masquerade by Versailles.

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All I need is you (Yandere Kenma x Reader x Yandere Kuroo) Chapter 1

No warning in this chapter however MINORS DO NOT INTERACT SERIES TW: Gore, Stalking, Sexual themes, major character death You hugged your dear friend, Hinata, as closely as possible, this was the last time you were going to see him before you moved. "Y/n, c'mon, you'll make new friends!" he chuckled, rubbing your back, you only knew he has kept an optimistic appearance because he couldn't bear to see you sad. You always liked that about Hinata. "I don't want to make new friends. I want to stay here!" you mumbled as Hinata pulled away, dusting your light-colored sweater.

"I know.." Hinata responded, his lips curled into his smile but you could still tell deep down in his heart, he would miss you. You never wanted to leave that bus station, you rather run away with Hinata and graduate at Karasuno. There were so many memories you could have made at Miyagi Prefecture but your mother urged you to move to Tokyo. You didn't quite hate her for that but it did break your heart the second you realized all of your possessions were packed into cardboard boxes.

You'll never make friends as you had in Karasuno! You completely forgot how the entire Karsasuno's volleyball team even became your friend. What are you going to do without Hinata?

Hinata's hand curled on your cheek, "hey, don't worry! Just look for Kenma and tell him you know me. Kenma will take care of you for me, I promise! " Hinata uttered. You blinked, holding back your tears, "okay..promise you'll visit me" you mumbled. Hinata chuckled, tilting his head, "of course, I'll visit you the second I can" he announced.

Y/n was a first-year, she had just recently transferred from Karasuno to Nekoma. She had no idea what to expect. She just remembers her old friend from Karauno, Hinata, telling her "don't worry Y/n! You can tell Kenma you know me and he'll be nice to you!"If only she knew the type of person Kenma truly was.

"Y/n! The bus is here" your mother called, lightly tugging on the sleeve of your sweater. "O-oh..goodbye Shoyo" you sighed, a pout growing on your lips. "Don't say goodbye, I'm always here for ya. So, don't act like you're never going to see me again!" Hinata urged, punching your shoulder, playfully. You knew he was right but it didn't lift the aching feeling in your heart. You took a deep breath as you stepped foot on your bus, quickly glancing at Hinata, he kept the same big grin he had when he first met you, "I'll see you later, Shoyo! "You announced. "I'll see you later, Y/n!" Hinata chuckled.

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You walked into the classroom. Everyone had a seat, beside you. You stood in front of the class. "You must be the new student, Y/n? Will you like to introduce yourself to the class?" your teacher said, behind his desk. You responded to him with a nod, it'd be good for you to introduce yourself, especially when you transferred in the middle of the semester.

"Hello, My name is Y/n L/n. I transferred here from Karasuno. I- uh look forward to working with you all" You announced, fiddling your thumbs together from behind your back. You heard whispers from the back of the classroom, instantly spiking your anxiety.

"Karasuno is so far"

"She looks weird"

"Her skirt is way too short"

"God, I hope she doesn't sit next to us"

"Is something wrong, Y/n?" The teacher said. You snapped out of it. It was just your imagination tricking you, god you were so damn nervous... "Nothing, sorry," you said. Your teacher gave you a quick smile and then searched the room for a seat. "Sit next to Lev, Lev stand up,'' The teacher said.

Then a silver-haired, green eye, extremely tall boy stood up. He looks scary, he might have been the tallest guy you have ever seen, was this kid even a first year?

You quickly took a seat next to him, not wanting any more eyes to be on you. The teacher started his lecture.

"Pssssh"

You looked to your left. Lev was trying to talk to you.

"Yes?" you whispered

"You're from Karasuno right?" Lev asked

You nodded. Lev grinned. He looked a lot less scary with such a wonderful smile.

"Do you know Hinata?" Lev asked

You eagerly nodded your head, excited to hear Hinata's name.

"Do I know him? He's my best friend" you whispered. Lev chuckled, he had a kind of laughter, it made you feel safer and less intimidated by his appearance.

"Do you know Kenma?" You asked. Lev answered your question with a nod.

"Yeah, He's on the same volleyball team as me," Lev murmured, covering his mouth from the teacher's perspective.

"Oh um.." you stuttered, anxious about what to say to him next. Would it be weird for you to ask to be introduced to Kenma? I mean you just met Lev five seconds ago...

"Do you want to Come by volleyball practice with me?" Lev asked, casually, Oh, thank god he asked. "Sure!" you whispered, a bit too loudly.

"QUIET DOWN IN THE BACK " your teacher announced, his eyebrows furrowing. Lev held back his snicker, his cheeks swelling. "Meet me there at 5" he whispered, keeping his head faced in the front to cause less suspicion.

You stood in front of the gym, it was a bit bigger than Karasuno's gym and maybe slightly older than Karasuno's gym. You looked around, searching for the grey-haired student, unable to catch him in your eye view, you started getting anxious.

Where is he? Oh god, he thinks you're a dork and left you here. You should leave. You tried to walk away but you heard something approaching you.

"Y/N! " Lev yelled, running up to you. "Oh hi, um I'm here," you said. Wow smooth, Y/n...

Lev grinned, "why didn't you go inside? Everyone is here already" Lev asked. "Oh they are-?" you said. You idiot, the doors were opened... Oh god just transfer to another school.

You walked into the court with Lev next to you.

"Oi Titan, who did you bring?" Said a short boy, with brown hair, his height reminded you of Noya, but you chose not to mention anything about it.

"I brought my new classmate, Y/n! They were from Karasuno" Lev said, a big grin on his face as if he was proud he brought a new person to introduce to his upperclassmen. "Huh? Karasuno? Oh- I'm Yaku, a third-year" Said the boy. "I'm Y/n L/n," you responded, smiling because you felt you'd look friendly.

"Yaku, do you know where Kenma is?" Lev asked, stretching his long arms.

"Hmm, I think he's with Kuroo, in front of the locker room," Yaku said, pointing. Lev gave Yaku a thumbs up. Lev placed one of his hands behind your back as he guided you towards a pair of upperclassmen.

One had dyed blonde hair, he looked like he definitely didn't want to be there, he was shorter than the person he was talking to, he strangely reminded you of a cat. The other boy had dark hair, was much more muscular and taller than the other boy, and had hair covering one of his eyes.

"Kenmmaaaa" Lev sang, swinging his arms up and down. The blonde boy snapped his head towards you and Lev.

"What do you want," he asked. His voice was so.. Quiet and calm. It didn't seem like he was too fond of Lev, it didn't look like he was too fond of anyone, to be honest.

"I want you to meet someone," Lev said, less confident. Kenma's eyes focused on you, he was clearly annoyed, his glance was so intimidating that you could basically melt by a single stare.

"Why," he asked, annoyed. You looked at Lev and Lev looked back at you. "I HEAR YAKU CALLING ME," Lev announced, quickly dashing away and leaving you to fend for yourself The dark-haired boy put a hand on Kenma's shoulder. "Kenma, don't be mean. She's a cute girl" The boy said. Kenma rolled his eyes.

"What does the 'cute girl' want," Kenma asked.

"I-oh- I'm from Karasuno- "You said.

"Karasuno?You think she knows Chibi-chan?" The dark-haired boy asked, leaning on the shorter boy's shoulder, Kenma clearly didn't like the physical touch.

"Do you mean Hinata? Yeah! He actually told me to meet up with Kenma." you said.

Kenma sighed. "Since Shoyo likes you... I guess I can try to like you too... I'm Kenma Kozume. You can just call me Kenma" Kenma said. "And I'm Tetsurou Kuroo, you could stick with us, " The dark-haired boy said. "Thanks, let's have a good year together, alright!" you beamed, happy you were able to introduce yourself to kind, friendly people. From that moment, they seemed like nice guys who'd introduce you to your grandma. Little did you know... They were capable of some much worse.

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starlightsearches · 1 year

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ohgodohgodohgod track 8 with eddie? something with him being like not totally subby but definitely leaning that way with his whimpering and begging etc etc?

Double Feature

Track 8: Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones - Give me a character and a NSFW prompt (or give me free rein) and I'll write a short blurb or headcanons about it.

Eddie Munson x F! Reader

LOVE LOVE LOVE KINDA SUBBY EDDIE!! Hope I did this request justice, bestie!

📼✨ mixtape milestone ✨📼

Warnings: 18+ only!! Minors dni 😡, grinding, kinda subby eddie, kinda domme reader, language, eddie is NEEDY, and that's all I can think of! Let me know what y'all think my loves!

Eddie's trying to remember the name of the movie.

He's seen it before—a couple of times—something about some babysitters and a pair of tits and a guy with a knife. The tits were the real draw for about half of his watches, back before he at least looked old enough for the guy at the gas station to have plausible deniability when he sold Eddie dirty magazines.

But he's not thinking about dirty magazines. He's not thinking about babysitters or guys with knives or the name of this fucking movie his seen at least twenty times. All he can think about is the way your lips feel against his neck.

And, okay, Eddie put on a scary movie so you'd get all close to him. Of course. He's not a fucking idiot. But he was hoping for some minor-league shit—like your face smushed in his shoulder when the dead guy flopped out of the closet so he could sneak his arm around you and play the big, brave boyfriend type—and you're gunning for the world series.

Kissing so softly with all these barely-there touches. Fingers floating over his ribs, making quiet little moaning noises in his ear. The shift of your hips against his thigh and the way that skirt you're wearing rides up up up, showing off all that pretty skin you've been hiding.

You're gonna have him creaming in his jeans.

Eddie swallows against the trace of your mouth, clearing his throat a little, but his voice still breaks.

"Hey, it's- it's weird that they just like had a mask, you know, at a random hardware store. Do they really carry shit like that?"

You hum—not an answer to his question—pressing a wet kiss to his jaw, tongue between your lips. Hands wandering around his belt and your body warm enough to burn and . . . and your knee just brushes against the zipper of his jeans and the raging hard-on he's been trying to pray away for the last hour.

"Jesus," he whispers under his breath, "you gotta- you gotta stop doing that, baby."

“Why?”

There’s too much false innocence in your voice, breathy and quiet. It just makes him feel like more of a perv. Like the skirt and low-cut top weren't doing enough work in that department.

Eddie groans. “You gonna make me say it?”

Your lips part into a smile against the base of his throat. “I’d like it if you did.”

Fuck that. Of course he will, though.

“I can’t cum in my pants," Eddie admits through gritted teeth and burning cheeks, "I still gotta walk you home." You laugh a little when you pull back, eyes shining and unreadable. Eddie joins in, so obviously nervous for whatever you'll do next. Maybe that was too honest.

Nope. That's not it. Your palm comes down to cup his crotch, and you lean in to his chest until the pressure of your hand pulls a needy grunt from him that Eddie can't keep trapped behind his lips.

"Maybe I don't want to go home, Eddie."

God, it's got him seconds away from bursting—your tits smooshed against his chest and your nipples stiff enough he can feel them through your shirt—but it's the way you say his name that has him breathing so heavy. Has the sticky, wet patch on his boxers growing damp enough you can feel it through his jeans when you brush at the head of his cock with your thumb.

"You- you don't wanna go home?"

He's lagging, body way too attuned to your touch, and it's reduced his conversation skills to zero.

"Nope," you laugh. And then you're on him.

Eddie lets out a wild sound—an honest-to-god moan, loud enough for the neighbors to hear through their shitty tin walls—when your hand comes to cup under his jaw, a little forceful, your thumb digging into his jugular with bite. You press his head back, your lips hovering just out of reach.

He struggles to taste them from behind your hold, full of the same whiny moans he'd poured into his pillow every time he'd tugged at his dick thinking about a moment like this one.

Although he never imagined you on top. And he never thought he'd like it this much.

Eddie swallows, adam's apple jumping under the press of your palm. You gotta feel the way he wants you, the way he shakes like a chihuahua on speed with how bad he needs you to touch him, but he'll use his words.

"Please, baby."

Eddie catches a sliver of a smile on your face before you're kissing him, hot and wet and open-mouthed, your thumb tracing lines over his flushed neck and your hips pressing him into the cushions, rocking with these sharp thrusts that swallow his cock beneath your warm pussy and soft thighs.

It's nothing like the other times you kissed, but Eddie had initiated most of those—soft, silly things on your porch, or leaning over the console in his van. He never thought you'd want something like this. He never would have guessed that you were starving for him, too.

Eddie's hands grip tighter at your hips, keeping you close, pressing a hot, heavy palm against your back and tugging hard at the fabric.

"Fuck, baby," Eddie mumbles against your lips, "gonna, fuck— don't, don't wanna-"

He tries to keep you still, but he can't get a grip, hands totally useless while you grind down on him, merciless. Eddie gulps, wide-eyed and panicked as your tongue traces his jawline, puffy lips pressing softly against his.

"For me?"

Shit. Fuck. You've got him totally pussy-whipped already and he hasn't even seen it, got his dick obeying you like it's yours while he pumps load after load into his sticky, soaked boxers.

He cums loud and hard, muscles spasming and toes curling and your name on his lips. He'd be totally mortified, if you didn't look so fucking pleased.

Eddie's cock throbs uncomfortably, trapped in too-tight denim, his chest pounding, t-shirt damp and so sticky you might be able to see his heart beating if you looked close enough. And you still look like a goddess, perched over him, bracing yourself with your hands at his waist.

The room grows dark, and quiet. The credits are rolling. Eddie comes down to earth, catches his breath. Pets a hot hand over your thigh.

You rest against his chest, fingers twining with his. Eddie'll never get over the way your thumb strokes over the back of his rings.

"So . . . you wanna watch another one?"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #my writing #requests #starlightsearches mixtape milestone 📼

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Mammon and Belphegor || Sick

Genre: Slice of life/Comedic

Type: Reading bites

Characters involved: Mammon and Belphegor (Obey me!)

Prompt: Brothers being brothers.

—Now, open wide for me! Can you say ah?

The spoonful of medicine you were holding flew across the room, spilling the dark green liquid it contained. You frowned, looking at Mammon with annoyance; it was the third time on the day he did that.

—You can't keep making a fuss about some medicine! Do you want to get better or not?

—Hey, don't yell at me! I'm sick.— The demon pouted, pulling the covers above his head to hide. —That shitty thing tastes awful.

—And you have to smack it away every single time?— You hollered, trying to control your frustration.

Sighing, you kneeled down to pick up the spoon and grabbed a nearby tissue box to clean the sticky stain it had left. Mammon could hear your vexation, a stream of courses and complaints leaving your mouth.

—I'll be back with more medicine and if you dare to pull a stunt like this I swear to God-

—Don't mention that guy, fuck him!

You left the room, closing the door loudly on the way. Leaning against it, your body slowly slid down until you were sitting on the floor.

How were you supposed to take care of a demon? Even worse, of a demon that… childish. Sighing, you rubbed your temples, trying to come up with any ideas.

—I can talk to him.

Belphegor's voice said, picking your interest. You looked up at him, watching his lazy eyes meet you warmly. He had been napping nearby for enough time to hear you were struggling with Mammon.

—I just want him to get better, but-

—But he is too much of an idiot to cooperate. Don't worry, I got you covered.

He helped you stand up, his hand lingering on your skin a little longer than usual, but not enough for you to notice.

—Well, if you think you can help, I won't reject your offer. I'll go to the kitchen for more medicine.

Belphegor gifted you a sly smile as you walked away, his tender demeanor turning into a rather dark one once he entered Mammon's room.

—I told you I'm not drinking that shit, human.— The eldest groaned, still cocooned between his grey bedsheets.

—Not your human, and certainly not here to negotiate.— Belphegor answered, tugging with force the covers. He could listen to Mammon complain, asking why the fuck was he in his room.

—Listen here, you scummy piece of demon.— Belphegor snapped, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as Mammon propped on his shoulders. —I know you are faking being sick, so MC takes care of you.

Mammon's face went pale, clearly he was caught red-handed.

—I bet your one neuron brain thought it was nice to have them play nurse with you, but guess what? Playtime's over, and MC is getting quite pissed at you.

—T-that's not-

—That's true! Do you think they enjoy your little tantrums and having to check on your fake fevers?

Belphegor was angry, and he wasn't going to hold back his tongue. To him, you were sacred territory. Who was his brother to put his human on a blast just to get pampered? And even worse, who was Mammon to steal his idea?

—Now, you have two options.

—Why should I listen to you? I'm way stronger.

—But not stronger than Lucifer, and certainly, you wouldn't want MC to know what your sorry ass has been doing.

It was scary to see how calm Belphegor could be when he was angry at his brothers, only letting his animalistic side to surface when it was too much. With a smile, Belphie's hand took Mammon's glasses from the bedside table and snapped them in half.

—Catching my drift now?

Mammon swallowed hard, his face bashful as he listened. It'd be troublesome if you were to know about his little prank.

—You either drink the medicine MC is giving you, or I'll personally make sure you become sick for real.

Reluctantly, the avatar of greed nodded, feeling Belphie's weight lift from his bed. Yawning, the sloth demon hummed in delight.

—Good, you are not so dumb then.— He muttered. You soon returned to the room with the glass bottle of syrup, tissues and a clean spoon. Mammon looked at Belphie, whose eyes were still trained on him.

—Ready for your medicine now?

Mammon huffed but nodded, taking the remedy with a grossed out face. He made an effort not to barf, feeling like his mouth had just chugged down a skunk.

—Wow, you actually made it this time! Congrats, love.— You said, more satisfied with the result. —What did you do, Belph? What's your secret?

Belphegor just stretched out, leaning against you.

—Just some brotherly advice. Can't let my big brother refuse your help.

You felt touched by the demon's kindness, his true intentions unbeknownst to you.

—Aww, Belphie! I didn't think you'd have a soft spot for Mammon.— He heard you coo, his hands slowly wrapping your waist in an innocent looking embrace. —You are a good brother.

If stares could kill, Mammon had murdered Belphie; in fact, he had murdered, buried him and spit in his grave.

Belphegor just looked at him with a triumphant, mocking gesture, sticking his tongue out like a kid.

—Well, I should go. My job is done here, and I'm still on cooking duty.

—Wanna nap together so Mammon can rest? I'll help with the cooking.

Mammon was beyond furious, but it was what it was. Boys would be boys, and brothers were still brothers.

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definitelynotshouting · 8 months

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hihiiiiii looking at the quality/length difference between my last two anon asks and giggling but if you want an excuse to talk about the pearl-grian convo in more depth i’d love to hear about your thought process :D

HELLO ANON as i am typing this while on a trip to the coast so forgive me if this is a little disjointed!!!! Also ur so right the difference was very funny i was giggling too dkejdjejdjd

I'll shove most of this under a readmore, because this is BOUND to get long

Okay so-- play by play time :]

These lines of dialogue start out fairly simply, but it's already loaded with unspoken things. Pearl has kinda been haunting the narrative so far, avoiding Grian and flitting around the edges of his periphery; her comment about the animals is a hint at how she's been coping behind the scenes. Pearl has been obsessively caring for the animals they've rounded together, because it's something concrete she can focus on instead of Grian's incredibly frail position.

Ahhhh the couch and cows conversation. This was honestly one of my favorite moments to write; there's SO MUCH packed in these few lines. Something I wanted to really reference-- and what becomes more apparent later on in the scene-- is that Pearl has not processed any of her trauma from the life games (Double Life especially). She is so full of distrust for the people around her; she was fully ready to believe that Tango was spreading rumors about her the way everyone spoke about her in Double Life, hence her reaction to Grian here. You can see here that when Grian reveals it was a joke, she processes it and then replies as if she had known it was a joke all along.

On a more meta level, this is me trying to show how much of a hair trigger she's on. Pearl is so so tense around everyone, especially former life members, and my gods she has some grudges-- something that will become very plot relevant later, although maybe not in the way everyone might expect.

There's a dual meaning here that I think a lot of people picked up on the first part of, but not the second-- Pearl here is both referring to the life members and their relationship with Grian as a predator (the concept of Grian only befriending them for his benefit/amusement), and how Grian clearly views himself (a monster only good for being slaughtered). The others have been talking behind the scenes this entire time; it's pretty well known by now that Grian is still extremely suicidal, and as much as Pearl is digging at him for what he did to them in the games, she still cares about him and has some Feelings™ about him wanting to die.

HERE is where Pearl fully transitions over to digging at Grian for the life games. She's also making some pretty educated guesses here; at this point in time, everyone's information on WHY Grian made the life games is pretty spotty. She's fishing for information while poking him with the metaphorical cattle prod, in a way that sorta obfuscates her actual intentions.

On a meta level, this is also a callback to Tango's previous question of whether or not Grian can still eat normal food (he can, it just doesn't do anything for him nutritionally)!!

My gods this line...... Grian is realizing just how fucked up Pearl still is from Double Life. She's wearing her heart on her sleeve here, changing her eye colour to match how they looked at the end of DL. She's forcing everyone around her to see what they did to her, to look at the damage they caused through the isolation and the rumors and the fear, and not giving them the option of turning away. There's a certain aggression there, a need to be recognized and validated, that Grian is suddenly seeing first hand. And its scary!!!!

Then, of course, the lead in to Pearl finally getting to the point-- she has questions, she wants answers, she's not taking "no" for one of them. Her final line in this snippet is also a callback to the beginning of the chapter, where Grian talks about how they just... never asked questions of each other. And now she is, and Grian isn't prepared for it.

Skipping ahead a bit now, because the rest of the conversation up to this point is fairly straightforward, but this line-- this line was the one that made me feel like i was taking 10000 volts to the fucking chest.

This is absolutely shameless projection on Pearl's part. She remembers being alone and scared; now she sees Grian alone and scared. And to her, it's the same thing, even though their circumstances were and are drastically different. It's easy to see him as herself, in this moment, and this is one of Pearl's major points: she isn't going to leave him. Yes, she's angry; yes, she's traumatized; yes, it's ultimately because of him.

But right now, he needs a friend. And she remembers when needed one of those, and how hard it was when she only had her dog to help her.

She's not going to let that happen to Grian.

That's more or less the behind the scenes of that conversation-- there were three main points i wanted to hit, which were:

She has questions, she wants answers (why did you do it? why did you hurt us? why are you trying to kill yourself?)

She sees herself in him

She isn't going to abandon him, she isn't going to leave, and things are never going to go back to the way they were.

Honestly the response to this chapter has been incredible, so i like to think i mostly nailed the intentions here, and im really REALLY grateful that everyone has enjoyed it so much :] idk when the next chapter is going to come out, but i do have maybe.... about half??? maybe a third??? of it finished. Hopefully its just as good as this one did, because my gods i packed a lot in here 😂😂😂😂😂

Hope you enjoyed the little behind the scenes analysis!!!! Here's a little bonus ocean pic for getting to the very end:

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #pearlescentmoon #grian #hermitcraft #mcyt #meta #analysis #behind the scenes #images should all have ids in alt text!! lemme know if one breaks or needs fixing #txt

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writers-vlogx · 1 year

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Rafa x male reader

ohhh rafa would be a fucking mess if he found himself crushing and obsessing over another man

(Rafa is a Latino man in the 80s, and he is also involved in one of the most violent businesses that exist, he is not the best dealing with liking your own sex)i can see rafa going throw a rollercoaster of emotions while feeding his obsession , yeah he doesn't understand why he wants you but hell he is not gonna let that get in his way

rafa is usually very upfront about what he wants but this is new as fuck for him so i can see him trying to persue you in an akwardly defensive way,you would need to make some moves towards him

hear me once he wrapped his head about being into men he

would kneel for you, my man can't fight how in love he is.

I see him shutting down any kind of hateful comment you get "haber pinches pendejos que vergas dijeron" he would not let anyone, including felix, give him shit he is ready to shoot anyone in the face if they disrespect you

OMFG ANON REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME WITH THAT AMAZING BRAIN YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH, BEING A MAN WHO LOVED RAFA FROM THE MOMENT I SAW HIM WAS A STRUGGLE THERE WAS NO CONTENT FOR HIM LOVING MEN, BUT ITS OKAY YOU AND I HAVE THE SAME VISION SO ILL DO IT MYSELF 😌😌

Imagine Rafael caro quintero finding out he's gay

Okay mf's strap in because I could and will write multiple parts if I have too, also side note and I mean it, you have any idea you want me to create? Send it! I don't care how weird or stupid, funny, sad scary you might think it is send it to me! Because when I get requests like these I know that people want to see the same content I want to write, it was something I never planned to post because I thought no one wanted to see it, just goes to show if you communicate with me I'll answer back so PLEASE don't be shy, we need more representation everywhere!!

I am so sorry that was suppose to be short but now for what yall are REALLY here for

Rafael caro quintero liking men? Oh the poor man is confused, like these are the 80's and he's in the most fucking dangerous business to just wake up one day and realize "oh sh*t I like men"

He meets you through the cartel of course, working with you always leaves him feeling something...strange, he thought he just liked who you were, after all you were funny, nice company and you could get the job well done

He thought that was it for a long time, I mean you were a great business partner and a great friend too, you would always listen to him when he had any sort of problem, and would stop him from GETTING into a problem more times than he could have counted. You were always up to drink but always stopped him whether he liked it or not so he could still be coherent enough to not be absolutely wasted, and on the rare occasion he was? You always made sure he got home safe, either sending him home or taking him yourself

When he needed a place to stay your doors were always open and when he fucked up really bad, like the type of bad you don't come back from? Somehow you always found it in yourself to let him back in

You were a best friend to him, someone he could truly rely on no matter what, so why did he still feel so sad everytime you had to leave? Or angry when you wouldn't contact him for days, and absolutely enraged when he saw girls trying to hit on you at social events?

He thought he was just watching out for you, for the longest time he made the excuses of "es que quiero lo mejor para ti compadre" or "No guey es que créeme que me lo vas a agradecer luego" and "Yo sabré quien es bueno para ti, porque aquí no hay nada más que pinches zorras"

He always had a weird warm feeling in his chest when you would place your hand on his shoulder, or when you hugged him after a favor or a really tough time and god the things he did so that he could feel that touch again

I think the changing point in his feelings would hit him like a train...nah nah more like a yacht because man when he does, he just...absolutely looses his mind like I'm talking physically you can see him age like 20 years

The point of no return happened in a very drastic way and unexpected too, like I can see him just finding out about a new girl who your "messing" around with and just absolutely exploding with rage and betrayal

Let's say your over at his house, you guys are alone a couple of beers in the table and the music playing in the background when you start talking about this really pretty girl your seeing lately, nothing to serious but it's the way you talk about her and how pretty her smile is and how perfect she looks he can just feel the anger bubbling up inside him because when he sees the smile in your face he just can't stand it.

you should be talking about him that way telling HIM how handsome he is, how much you love him, and he can't stand it anymore he feels like if he sits for just one more minute he's gonna die

So he yells out something he didn't mean to say, something that only he knew. The things he wish he could say to you "Pues ya guey ya esta bueno!" No rafa shut up " "Ya no chinges guey!" No don't say anything you'll regret "No necesito estar escuchando tanta chingadera de tu parte" Shut the fuck up now don't go any further he felt so angry he grabbed at your neck slowly tightening it as he kept talking

And then it stops, all of his anger turns into dread, because he realized what he said to you honestly it would shock you, to find that he felt about you that way and it would take a lot of talking, and feeling vulnerable emotions for yall to work it out

But when he has wrapped his head around the whole ordeal and he's finally established what yall are, no one and I mean absolutely no one disrespects yall

When he first comes to Felix and explains it, he leaves very clear the fact that he will not take bullshit from anyone. Not even Felix, he talks and makes his point very clear, absolutely no one is brave enough to say anything, those that do end up dead within seconds.

His love for you however would be so gentle, having been through so much, and living with such a dangerous life he's happy to have found someone who he can rely on, and honestly if he finds that anyone said anything to you, oh he's looking for blood.

You can have the man at the palm of your hand, but please remember he's been through so much, he really needs someone who will be ever so gentle with him, and will deal with all the shit he brings along with him. It's not easy especially while being gay but your love for each other and the fact that yall are in one if not the most dangerous fields ever makes yall unstoppable. A little extra story- Rafa almost killed Felix the day he decided to call you the F slur as a "joke"

Like just imagine angry rafa being like "FELIX HIJO DE TU CHINGADA MADRE AHORA SI YA VALISTE VERGA CABRON" also "NO SE TE VUELVA A OCCURIR DECIRLE HACI A EL OH ESTA VEZ SI TE MATO GUEY" and let me tell you he never made such mistake again, when I tell you rafa is dangerous I MEAN IT.

#tenoch huerta #rafa caro quintero #rafael caro quintero x you #rafael caro quintero x reader #rafael caro quintero x male reader #male reader #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico x you #narcos mexico x reader #narcos mexico #rafael caro quintero #rafa caro quintero x reader #narcos x reader

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thesimpsbasement · 1 year

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Prompt 19. with Herlock Sholmes x gn or male reader (for the event)

•Prompt #19:“Of course i came for you it would take much more than that to stop me”

•Reader is gender neutral

•Tags/warnings:violence,blood

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This was meant to be a nice date with Herlock. He managed to save enough money to treat you to dinner to show his appreciation for you.He isn't the type to always be a romantic but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a romantic bone in his body.

You two were walking down the streets of London when you heard heavy and quick footsteps approaching you ,turning around you see 2 people running towards you,both holding a knife.One of the goons got ahead and aimed to attack.You being his target. Closing your eyes you waited for impact but the pain never came.Opening your eyes you notice Herlock in front of you,knife plunged into his arm and it's bleeding! "HERLOCK!" You yell,eyes widen in shock " _____ go! Run! I'll be fine!" He grunts looking dead serious.You've known Herlock for a while and if Herlock is serious then there's no way to change his mind.Turning around you ran as fast as your legs could take you.You tried to find the closest phone booth to call the police. But of course things aren't in your favor because you managed to trip over god knows what. What's worse is that the thug was right behind you ready to attack. Even if you tried to get up you still wouldn't have time to flee.As you saw the attacker lunging at you ,someone got in front of you and what you heard next was something only familiar,sorta like the sound that Iris' smoke gun makes,wait Iris' smoke gun? Like the one Herlock invented? Analyzing the figure in front of you it finally hit you,it was Herlock! Said detective was busy detaining your attacker who's now laying on the ground after Herlock gave him a good punch in the gut "Herlock…" you murmured getting up from the cold pavement " Everything is under control now no need to fret" he says getting up as well as he asked the guy to get up so he can take him to the station. You looked at his arm and you noticed it's bandaged up,rather poorly if you do say so yourself " You came after me while you're still injured!?" You ask ,a bit louder than you intended " But of course I came for you! It would take much more than that to stop me” he chuckles " After all you're my partner I can't just leave you for dead" he says giving you a wink " Say what happened to the other guy?" You ask ,remembering how there were 2 of them " Oh yeah I did the same thing I did to this fella and a policeman just so happened to be nearby so I asked him to keep and eye on him as I went looking for his friend" he explains, his grip on the guy tightening slightly remembering how he almost hurt his beloved,angry Herlock was a rare sight but definitely a scary one. " Speaking of which there he is" Herlock said pointing at the 2 figures In front of him. " Mr. Sholmes I see you have caught the other person you were chasing" said the police officers " Why of course,What would you expect from the great detective Herlock Sholmes" he says, handing over the attacker to the officer " I trust you'll take these 2 at the station? For you see I'm quite busy at the moment" he says, slugging his arm around you with a smile " Uhm right sir! I will" he said before leaving the 2 of you alone. As soon as he left Herlock sighed before his posture became sluggish. You recognise that stance of his, he's in his depressive mood. " Hey, you ok? Well I mean besides the hand injury" you ask,worried look on your face "are you ok? How can I possibly be ok! Our precious date has been ruined and we ended up having a terrible time instead of spending it carefreely eating something delicious " he exclaimed " I swear I'll have those two never see the light of day again even if it's the last thing I do" he says,his brows furrowed. " Hey don't worry about it too much, we can still go later! But right now I think we should take care of that injury of yours,don't wanna go around with you bleeding now do we?" You say trying g to lift up his mood " Alright you do have a point" he says quickly regaining confidence " I won't let those chums ruin our lovely date more than they already have" he says grabbing your hand with his other hand.

" Let's get going,the quicker we get home,the quicker we can deal with this stab wound and the quicker we can get our date started" he says,quickly scanning the area to make sure there's no threats before pecking your cheek " I'm quite hungry you know and I have anticipated this day for so long" you giggle at his antics " I know I've been you planning it after all" you say as you two started walking home," But of course I could've done it on my own but you insisted to help because you're my lover" he says " Are you trying to say we're not?" You ask jokingly "Never in a million years ever since that day you confessed you shall forever be my partner till death separates us" he declared " Is that a marriage proposal?" " Maybe ,Maybe not we'll just have to wait and see".

((Wedding prolly gonna have to be in secret cuz yk 1900's but yeah

#fanfiction #fanfic #100 followers event #prompt event #ace attorney #ace attorney x reader #ace attorney fanfiction #herlock sholmes x reader #the great ace attorney x reader #dai gyatuken saiban x reader

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doevademe · 1 year

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I propose the follwing prompt: Emmy and Ash already know their papa is super strong and scary but never got to see their dad's angry powerful side until he saves them one day from an attack (god/monster your choice really) without breaking so much as a sweat. At the end, Percy unable to look his children in the eyes fearing to see the dread from that side of him on their faces gets surprised as his kids are starstruck and just in awe of him 🤩 (just like a certain young child of Hades years ago hehe). Bonus points if it s from Percy's pov.

Also bonus points if happens on Halloween since we re at it 🎃

Percy felt his blood pumping as he ran towards the alleyway.

He had been against Emilia and Asher going Trick or Treating alone. Emmy was just 12, and they lived in Manhattan, but Nico had insisted that they would be fine.

Once they were out of earshot, his husband had told Percy to tail them to make sure they would be all right.

"I knew it!" Percy said triumphantly. "You're scared too!"

Nico had rolled his eyes and given him a kiss to shut him up.

"I trust Emilia to take care of herself and her brother... in normal mortal situations," Nico had said seriously. "But they are not mortals, and Halloween is teeming with monsters ready to gobble up any unsuspecting demigod or legacy."

"Emmy will have her sword and Ash his lance," Percy had pointed out. They had already agreed on Wonder Woman and some anime character Percy was not familiar with to make the weapons more inconspicuous. "But mortals... you can't trust them."

"Tell you what," Nico had said. "Keep an eye on them. We hope nothing happens, and Emmy's happy we are giving them more responsibility, deal?"

Percy had smiled.

"Everybody wins."

"Except the guy stuck giving out candy," Nico had said as he pointed at himself.

But Nico had been wrong.

His children had been dragged away on their trip before he could notice, and he was not as good a tracker as his husband.

"Excuse me, did you see a snake woman and a cyclops dragging Wonder Woman and a boy with blue hair?" He asked a group of kids.

Gods, he loved that this type of question wasn't seen as demented on this holiday.

A boy dressed as Flash pointed at arusty door down the pier.

"Thanks!" He said quickly.

Before he took off, he heard one of the kids shout, "Cool Roman armor!"

"Actually, it's Greek!" He shouted back, grinning.

He rushed through the opened door, and the first thing he saw was three monsters sorrounding his kids. Emilia had her sword raised as she covered Asher with her body, the boy holding his lance horizontally and covering his sister's back.

"Why bring us here and not just eat us in the open?" Emilia said. Percy smiled. Good, she was making time, just like he taught her.

"Becausse you are the bait!" The dracaena hissed. "Lure for our prey!"

"And like, you can also be the starter once the main course gets here!" The third figure drawled, and Percy's blood ran cold. "I want to see him screaming in despair!"

Kelli.

"'s good marinade," the cyclops grunted, but Percy ignored his words, stuck on the Empousa.

They had cornered, kidnapped, and threatening his children to get to him.

Percy saw red.

He jumped, using Riptide to stab the cyclops in the heart and immediately after cut off the dracaena's head. Both turned into dust before Kelli turned, eyes wide.

Percy didn't stop, he slashed low, cutting off her bronze leg and making her stumble, and then willed all the moisture around the empousa to condense around her head, making a water bubble.

Kelli screamed, but only bubbles came out of her.

"Get close to my family again, and I'll make sure you don't reform," Percy said in a cold voice. "I'll take almost all the fluids from your body, leaving you with just enough to keep you alive, eternally living as a desecated hag."

Kelli shook her head, eyes wide with terror. Percy stabbed again, this time on her chest, turning the monstrous cheerleader into dust like her lackeys.

He turned to look at his kids, who were staring at him, wide-eyed.

Percy cursed. This couldn't be happening.

"Hey, Emmy, Ash," he said, too afraid to step towards them. "Are you okay?"

Asher nodded slightly. He tried moving towards him, but Emilia held him back.

Crap.

"Look, about what you saw, it was—"

"Oh no!" Emilia stomped her foot, angry. Percy blinked. "You were following us, mister! You don't trust us!"

Percy felt his brain stop working. What?

"Uh..."

"And don't think that I'll forget it just because you did the coolest thing ever!" She continued, crossing her arms.

"You... you thought it was cool?" He asked, confused. Emilia huffed.

"So cool, dad!" Asher said, eyes bright. "Can I do that? Ooh, can Emmy do that?"

"Ash, we're angry with him!" his sister whispered, but it was loud enough that Percy heard. "But... I'd like to know too..."

Percy sighed in relief and smiled apologetically.

"Maybe when you're older," he said. Emilia nodded, satisfied. "I'm sorry, I just can't help but worry about you."

"It's not even the first time we've been attacked by monsters who want to get you or papa," Emilia said. Percy's eyes widened.

"Yeah, they're small fry compared to uncle Crusty!" Asher added.

"He doesn't deserve to be called uncle," Emilia chastised her brother, who just pouted.

"But he sends me toys every year for my birthday," he protested. "He's just mean in person."

"Those are torture devices," Emilia said, exasperated. "He's threatening you!"

"It's not... the first time?" Was all Percy managed to say. Emilia rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"We're your children, dad," she said like that explained everything. "We know how to handle ourselves."

And Percy smiled and hugged them.

"I know that now," he said. "But I think that's enough for the night. How about we go home and watch a movie with papa. I'm sure he missed us."

Emilia looked at her candy bag, probably pondering how full it was, before nodding.

"Only if you teach me that water trick."

"We'll see next weekend," he promised.

As they walked home, Percy made a mental note to go "visit" Procrustes with Nico soon.

#Percico #my writing #writing prompt #it's not halloween anymore where I live but #happy halloween #also Asher is dressed as Cu Chulain #because lancer #ask #copykitty

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pinkjoy-cons · 1 year

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A Little Something Different

Pairing: Shu Lyn O'Keefe x F!Reader

Word Count: 4788

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI) lingerie, oral (Male receiving), deep throating, dry humping, use of collar/makeshift leash, spanking, light degregation, Dom Shu (is that a warning?), slight OOC for (maybe) cowgirl, slight bondage (kinda? not really), aftercare. Let me know if I missed anything

A/N: Backing up from my old blog :)

This was a mistake.

This was a COMPLETE mistake!

Those words were the only things going through your head as you hastily walked through the streets. Even though no one else knew what you had in the inconspicuous bag clutched in your hand, you couldn't help but avoid eye contact with the people you passed. It was ridiculous really, you were a grown ass woman for crying out loud. Paying taxes, getting drunk, paying your own damn bills. You can make purchases like this if you wanted to. Right?

"Yes, of course I can!" You whisper yelled to yourself as you waited for a taxi to take you back to your shared home. Honestly you were worried about nothing. You bought the damn items. The lady at the shop was kind enough to help you pick them out. She even went as far to say you would look drop dead gorgeous.

"If the man you wear this for doesn't appreciate it, then come back here and I'll worship you sweetie." It was a joke and it did give you confidence, but it still wasn't enough to kill all the doubt that plagued your thoughts. But the time for doubt would have to be put on the back burner because the taxi arrived and you had to give the driver your address.

The sun was setting as you made it to the home, mansion really, you shared with your five friends and boyfriend. That was another thing plaguing your thoughts. You shared a house. THEY'RE GONNA FIGURE IT OUT! God how could you be so stupid! This whole plan hinged on them being none the wiser as you get absolutely railed by Shu.

Being intimate with Shu wasn't difficult, per day. It's just that. Usually it would just be a soft kind of love making. Nothing too crazy that would result in side eye glances from any of the other boys or from Teuta. Which was nice. If they suspected anything, they either kept their mouths shut out of respect for you or from threats from said scary boyfriend. Going to a motel didn't feel right in this situation. And a hotel would have been too expensive for the night; not to mention how the hell were you supposed to convince your hitman boyfriend to go to a hotel room at night without having him get suspicious?

"We're here, miss." The driver cut through all her panicked thoughts, YN heaved a heavy sigh. After paying, she walked to the gates and to the front door.

It was a quiet afternoon. Mozu, Limbo and the others sat along the couch watching whatever was on the TV while Teuta edited her next article from her laptop.

"Oh!" She looked up from her screen when she heard you place your keys on the kitchen island. "You were out for a bit, did you find all that you needed."

"Huh? Oh yeah, I did." You made a subtle gesture to the bag you had a death grip on.

"You were out for hours and all you got to show is one bag?" Crow asked. "That must have been one hell of a shopping trip." Even though he was curious about the item in question, he didn't make an effort to move from the couch. The person who did want to know more was Helavicta the nosy bastard.

He approached and came too close for your comfort at the moment, "You seem to be grabbing that bag for dear life, what's inside?" He made an effort to peak but you held the bag closer to you and lightly slapped his hand. It wasn't enough to draw the attention of the others but it was enough for him to be a little shocked at your actions.

He was about to question it but he got a closer look at you.

Breath was a bit shallow, hands shaking with nerves, and more importantly he noted, eyes wide. Partly with nerves but he could tell there was a type of excitement he could see. That paired with the flush to your skin, it didn't take a genius to guess what was in the bag.

"Hmmm. I see. Well then." He patted your head and you cringed at the smirk he proudly wore. "I take it that you'd like to go to your room and rest, yes?" You nodded. "And I'm sure you're not hungry and wouldn't like to be disturbed for the rest of the evening?"

"Yes please." He read you like a book. That and how he knew your room was just across the way from Shu's, he was giving you an out.

He smiled, it was one that said he would be an annoying tease and hold this over your head for a long time. "Hmmm, okay. I'll be sure to let the others know. And you should hurry," Helavicta whispered "You need to get ready, Shu will be home soon."

She couldn't even muster a thank you as her feet moved without her telling them to move.

Being scot free, you closed the door to Shu's room. Now all you need to do is get ready. You borrow his shower just to give your body a good rinse from being out all day. Your hair actually looked good so you didn't mess with that. Getting out of the shower you dried off and looked at the bag you left on the sink. It's now or never.

Inside the bag was the set of lingerie you bought for the evening. It wasn't something that you'd ever think that Shu would like. He's constantly said he likes his woman to be more mature even before you guys started dating. You remember the drunken conversations you all had about the "ideal partner" but damn it this set was just too cute to pass up. It was a cow lingerie set. The thigh highs had black trimming at the tops with a sheer black ribbon and the main pattern was the black and white cow pint. The set also had a tie on micro bikini top and bottom that barely covered your pussy and breasts. With one wrong move, would cause them to spill from the flimsy triangle pieces of cloth also adorn with the classic cow pattern.

But what you thought Shu would love best was black leather choker with an O ring.

Stilling your nerves, you put on all the pieces and for a brief moment, you were shocked. You looked absolutely sexy and cute! Adorable even, if that was possible. With newfound confidence, you made your way out of the bathroom and onto his bed kneeling and lightly playing with your nipples through the fabric of the top.

You knew how much he hated it when you started without him but fuck it! You were feeling bold right now. No amount of alcohol could make you feel this powerful. However, as time passed, the minutes felt like hours and you began to fall once more into that well of doubt.

He'll hate this. He's probably tired and doesn't even wanna do anything right now. What if he laughs at me!

All the different what-if scenarios flooded over your wall of confidence and you panicked. Quickly, you grabbed a pillow and held it over your body. Trying to figure out what to do next you didn't hear the voice or the footsteps coming closer and closer to the door. Not until it opened and Shu stood there in utter shock seeing you on your haunches covering yourself with a pillow did you realize it was far too late to do anything.

Fuck was all you could think as he continued to stand by the door. A few seconds passed (but to you it felt like a lifetime) before he crossed the threshold of his room, closed the door, and locked it. All the while not taking his eyes off you.

Clutching the pillow harder you looked down in hopes of just being eaten alive by the sheets beneath you. Slow footsteps approached the bed and only when they stopped did you look up to see Shu's still unreadable expression.

"Um. I-I can explain." You start, pillow being the only form of comfort you saw at the moment, "I know this isn't something we normally…do. But I just thought that it was so cute in the window as I passed the shop. I kept seeing when I went to work and-and I kept thinking about wearing this for you but-," through all your rambling you realized that tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

Shu gently reached to hold your face. The sudden touch startled you, but the familiar feeling of his rough, gentle hands calmed you to stop rambling. "What you're wearing," he began, "You got it for me?" Shu licked his lips and did everything in his power to hold back the smirk he wanted to show.

When you didn't give an answer he leaned in a bit closer. "On your knees, baby." You did as you were told, kneeling on the bed and damn if he didn't just wanna praise you for being such a good girl for him. He reached for the pillow to move the bothersome item out of the way. The grip you had lessened, so he took that as the okay to toss it at the foot of the bed.

God look at her.

Shu's mind ran wild at the beauty that kneeled on his bed. The fabric cuts deliciously into the skin of your thighs, hips, and breasts. He swallows thickly as he takes in all that you are. You were a goddess to him even in this lingerie set. It all made his cock jump in his pants. The cherry on top what just how fucking flustered you were at everything. You were refusing to make eye contact with him but you greedly enjoyed the scrutiny at which he took you in. If the way you rubbed your thighs together and how your fingers not-so-subtly grazed over your nipples.

He forced you to look at him, lifting your chin, "I asked you a question babygirl. You wore this for me?"

You wanted to give a straight answer, but something about the smug smile he failed at keeping down pissed you off just a bit, "Well, obviously I wore it for you. You don't see me parading in this in the living-," before you could finish your snide remake, a large palm made sharp contact with your ass.

You gasped and Shu took the opportunity to grab the O ring on your neck to pull you closer to him. Your chest was against his and the grip he had on your ass made you squirm.

"You wanna try that again?" A knock on the door caused you to gasp. You tried to move away but Shu held you firmly against him.

"Shu," It was Helavicta, "I convinced everyone to go out for dinner. We won't be back for a while. I know you're tired so I'll let you stay home."

"Fine." Was all he called out before footsteps retreated. “Now, who did you wear this for?” The hand on your ass inched forward and his long fingers began to graze over your covered pussy and you shuttered. It was an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Shu. His middle finger pushed a bit harder and you gasped out an answer.

“You. I wore it for you, Shu.”

“Hmm.” He hummed and brought his lips down to yours. The kiss was sloppy and greedy. You wrapped your arms around his neck; fingernails grazing the hairs at the nape of his neck. Shu moved his finger away from your covered folds and paused just for a minute to hear you whine into the kiss before he started to grind his clothed cock against you. That whine turned into a desperate moan. His hips moved in controlled, tantalizingly slow waves. Every now and then, the clothed tip would catch between your thighs and rub deeper against you. You panted like a bitch in heat but you couldn’t help it because damn was Shu making you feel all kinds of things right now.

Shu, meanwhile, could only stare at the way you looked, a small smile gracing his face. You were stunning. Panting against his chest, covering your face and the small noises you made. “I wanna hear you baby.” He declared before he ducked his head against your neck so your mouth was right next to his ear. The moans you made now clear as day to him. “Be louder. No one’s home.” He spoke right before latching his lips against your neck to suck, kiss, and lick your skin.

“Sh-Shu!” His name slipped past your lips as his attack on your neck and pussy didn’t stop. It was too much and you felt one hand spread your legs as his erection pressed further into your cunt. It drove you mad.

Finally, he stopped. Both of your eyes were blown out with lust and your lips were beautifully swollen. The top, slightly askew and nipples hard from being rubbed against. “Do you want more?” You nodded with a fever and perked up at the implications. He smirked at your reaction, “I know you do, but, I still think you need to earn it.” He encouraged you to leave the bed and kneel on the floor. He reached into his side table drawer and put his hair up with his clips. Standing in front of you, you could see just how prominent his erection was and how there was wet stain where the tip was.

I got that wet just from some dry humping!

Ignoring your embarrassment, you looked up at Shu as he sat down on the bed, knees spread enough for you to get between.

“Undo the zipper.” There was a pause, it just now struck you how forceful Shu was being with you tonight. It was a change of pace and very much not the norm when you guys had sex but seeing the way he watched you like a wolf hunting its prey. And how his demeanor just oozed this dominating energy, you absolutely didn’t hate it. You were taking too long for his liking however, because he hooked his finger around the ring on your choker and he yanked your face to his erection.

“I won’t ask again.” You made a mental note to test his patience on another night because right now you were focused on the fastest route that got his dick in your pussy. A shaky hand reached for his zipper and slowly undid it as you also grazed your hand against his clothed erection. He helped you a bit, lifting his hips up enough for you to lower his pants just enough. All the while he pushed his fingers in your hair, keeping it out of your face so he could see you clearly.

Next, your fingertips played with the hem of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Soft touches against his skin, tracing the V lines that disappear into his Kleins. The grip he has on your hair becomes tighter, a warning that he was losing his patience. Hooking your fingers under the elastic, you finally bring the band low enough for his dick to spring out. You lick your lips and admire the delicious cock in front of you. Long, thick, and waiting for you to suck like the most delicious piece of candy. Shu noticed your lack of movement and he realized that you were waiting for him to tell you what to do next. It was such an adorable sight.

He held your cheek in his hand and whispered, “You want my cock?” You replied with a breathy yes and he smirked at your obedience. “Alright babygirl, but you're not allowed to touch yourself. Understand?”

“Okay.” After your response, he let your face go and immediately he felt those plush lips he craved kiss the tip of his dick. He felt your hands find purchase on his inner thighs to keep them spread as you made slow kisses down his erection. Your lips then kissed his balls and you looked right at him as you gave them a hard suck while one hand played with the tip of his cock. Even if Shu did his best to keep it together, only producing a soft sigh and leaning his head back, his body betrayed him as his hips bucked ever so slightly and you felt his cock released a bit of precum from your actions. You released his balls and licked your way back to the tip, taking it into your mouth and moving one hand to grip his base and give it a light squeeze. That intandum with the sucking and your doe eyes looking at him, Shu was in paradise. He gripped your hair and encouraged you to take him deeper. Doing as you were told, you hollow your cheeks and took him as much as you could; using your hand to jerk off what you couldn’t fit. But that didn’t seem enough for him.

“I know you can do it baby.” He praised you and brought his hips up and pushed the rest of himself in your mouth. It made you gag for a second before your relaxed your jaw. Your tongue felt the heft of his cock and how it twitched when it hit the back of your throat. With a mind of its own, your tongue began to lick around what it could. A moan broke through and caused a sensual vibration on his member.

“Fuck, you take me so well in your mouth.” Shu threw his head back and led your head up and down his length. Both hands now found homes in your hair as he didn’t stop the slow movements. Drool fell down with your chin. One hand began to fondle his balls again. Using your nails to scrape against his sensitive skin. It was driving him fucking crazy and making you so wet you could feel it drip on your inner thighs. So lost in the heat of the moment, you forget his one rule. One hand made its way to your pussy and you began to rub and play with your folds. You pushed the bikini bottom to the side to get better access to your clit and began to barely push your fingers between your folds.

Your pleasure didn’t last long because with a yank, you were forced off Shu’s dick and you started a coughing fit. Once you stopped, Shu grabbed the hand that was just on your pussy by the wrist and hooked his fingers through the ring to make you look up at him. The glare he gave you was one of a disappointed master. It was hot as hell and you rubbed your thighs together at how desperately you craved him between your legs.

“What were you just doing?” His voice was low, dripping with lust, what you didn’t know was that he was glad you disobeyed the one rule.

“I was playing with my pussy.” He let go of the ring and gripped your face.

“You were playing with yourself after I told you not to.” He reconfirmed and you said a soft “I’m sorry'' before he tsked, “And to think I was praising you for sucking my dick so well. I was going to even reward you. You wanted me to fuck you the way you like it right?” You nodded, “You said yes but you finger yourself? Do you really think that your fingers are better than my cock?”

“No Shu I just-I needed it—”

“You were so fucking horny that you just had to finger fuck yourself? You want to come that badly needy girl?” Shu didn’t bother to wait for a response before pulling you off the ground and on to the bed. You laid on your stomach and Shu gave you a tender kiss behind your ear after moving your hair. “You okay?” It was a break in the moment but it made your heart swell to know that even though he could tell you absolutely were enjoying this, he still wanted to check in with you.

“Yes I’m fine.” He hummed. Taking his pants and boxer briefs all the way down he went to grab something from his dresser. A black tie is what he brought back and with it, he tied your arms together behind your back.

“Shu?”

“Too tight?”

With a tug, you tested the tie. It was enough to keep your arms down without hurting you, “It’s fine.”

“Good.” He spanked your ass. You lurched forward gasping and moaning into the pain. You sunk your cheek into the bedsheets while Shu rubbed your ass. He helped you on the bed so you could face him. He began to take off his clothes while keeping eye contact. The red tie he kept loose on his vest was ripped off his person and looped through the O ring around your neck. Then, he removed the gray vest and tossed it somewhere among the rest of his clothes. The white button up was undone but it was left on.

Shu joined you on the bed, grabbing on the red tie he brought you to him to kiss you fiercely. It was so passionate and lustful you thought you could melt into his lips. His tongue entered your mouth craving to dominate you more. The closeness of your bodies was enough for you to feel his full mast erection against your stomach. You craved to have it being either forced down your throat or deep into your fluttering cunt. He took a deep breath and teeth clashed from the intensity of it all. When he finally pulled away, there was a string of saliva connecting your tongues. What he did next shocked you. Normally at this point, he would lay you down. Either on your back or stomach and have his way with you, but this time, it was him who laid down on the bed. Shu recognized the confused expression and chuckled.

“Confused?” You could only blink, “Well, since my needy girl wants to fuck herself so badly, you can do it yourself.” He grabbed his dick staring at you with a smirk on his lips and slowly rubbing himself up and down. You were at a loss of words but at this point, you needed him inside of you. Hesitantly, you did your best to arrange yourself to straddle him, with his help. Shu moved your cow panties to the side and reached out for the red tie.

After what felt like forever, you finally sank yourself down onto Shu’s cock.

“Fuuuuuck!” You nearly came just from the penetration. Walls fluttering against his twitching length both of you needed to catch your breaths. Despite the iron will he had, Shu wouldn’t deny that he was a bit sensitive as well. Your head was thrown back because he felt bigger than normal. Maybe you were sensitive, but his cock fit perfectly, filling you so nicely and the tip just kissing against your cervix. “Shu! Shu!” Already calling out his name without movement, it was pathetic really. But you didn’t care.

A tug against your neck brought your tear filled eyes back to the man below you, “Go on then, ride. Give me a show.” On shaky legs, you brought yourself up, a hiss left your lips to feel every vein against your lower lips. And with a heavy slam, you brought yourself down and you screamed.

“GOD SHU!”

Shu held back a groan, he expected you to go slow, not slam down so fast. He watched as you got lost in the movements of riding his thick cock. Your breasts bouncing in the triangle bikini top. The face you had was one of pure bliss. Incoherent praises and moans fell from your mouth.

It felt like heaven, the only thing on your mind was feeling him plunge into you by your own doing. A sheen of sweat formed on your skin reflecting the moonlight that shone through the window of the night. Shu spanked your ass, a small encouragement followed by Keep going baby, you look so good. Keep bouncing.

“God! I-I don’t want to stop!” Exclaimed through the breaths and pants of your ecstasy, you couldn’t let up with the fast pace you started. You leaned forward and times, and you leaned back to feel the different angles his cock could pierce your insides. You were so sensitive with the need to cum that you could feel every ridge and curve of his cock as you fucked yourself on him.

Shu told you to give him a show, and damn if you didn’t deliver. You rode him with the intention of getting off; if the way you creamed his cock was any proof of that. He could tell you were chasing your high, maybe going too fast.

Shu called out your name, both out of bliss and out of warning for you. He tugged and with a final plunge he felt your walls flutter and you screamed. You came so hard, your body almost fell on top of him. He caught you. A hand in your hair rubbing you softly. You panted heavily against his chest as he gave you small praises. He undid the tie on your arms and you wrapped them around his neck.

“You looked so beautiful, baby.” He kissed your forehead as you whined. Shu’s eyes went wide and he gasped when he felt you grind against his still prominent erection. “Hey you just came maybe-”

“No!” You whined, “I-I still want more.” You grabbed his face and gave him a hungry kiss. You moaned into the action and continued to grind in his lap despite your sensitive pussy begging for mercy. When the kiss finished you looked into his eyes and pouted, “Please?” You bounced in his lap, “Please fuck me Shu.”

At your request he thrusted into you and held you tighter as you gasped at the sudden action. He propositioned him to be in control and began to piston himself into you. “God. You really are a needy girl, fuck.” You held onto him as he wasn’t going to let up anytime soon, his stamina was better than yours and his ability to calm down so he wouldn’t come was a talent in its own right.

Shu’s breaths and moans filled your ears along with the wet slapping of skin and you knew that neither party could take it for much longer.

“Where? Tell me baby, where?”

“Inside, fuck please please please come inside me!” He reached between you to rub your clit fast and you squeezed his cock and came hard for a second time that night. A few more deep thrusts was all it took before he bottomed out and released, painting your warm walls. As this happened, Shu gave a low yet loud moan into your ear.

Neither of you wanted to move and you let his dick get soft inside you before he pulled out, his cum following after.

Shu laid you down and kissed your forehead. “I love you.” He said before he left to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and by then, you had regained a sense of self and could acknowledge your surroundings.

“I love you too.” He smiled, wiping his cum from your pussy. You jolted slightly at the wet cloth and Shu used another cloth to wipe some sweat from your body. After, he sat you up to remove the top, bottom, thigh highs, and collar and gave you one of his old shirts for you to be comfortable in. You helped remove the top layer of bedding and layed in the fresh ones underneath. It was silent for a few seconds before you sheepishly spoke up.

“Did…Did you have fun?”

Shu chuckled, “Fun? I guess that’s one word to describe what we just did. Yeah, I had fun.”

You snuggled closer to him a smile gracing your features at his comment.

“I wasn’t too rough with you was I?”

“Hmmm? No, you weren’t, I actually really enjoyed seeing that side of you. If anything…you could be more rough with me if you’d like?”

“Really?” He looked at you to see if you were joking, but the excited little nod you gave told him everything. “Good, because next time,” He held you closer to him so his lip grazed the shell of your ear, “I want to get a proper leash for that collar of yours.”

#shu lyn o’keefe #shu lyn o'keefe x reader #bustafellows imagine #bustafellows x reader #my writing #bustafellows imagines #bustafellows fanfiction #bustafellows 18 #bustafellows #a little something different #mdni #notsfw #shu x reader #shu x female reader

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sayakxmi · 4 months

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[Magi reread] Night 36: The Fog Troupe

This deserves to be here. Look at him go.

I might be overthinking it, but it resembles Amon's silhouette.

Heh. Fire Demon.

Y'know. Bc the djinns are based on demons from The Lesser Key of Solomon? Ha? Ok, I'll just shut up.

Alibaba should be given more chances to actually look hot. Like, bro.

You know? Fair.

Oh, so that's what happened. Yea, having Amon gave them a better chance at escaping, so they could absolutely get more bold. And associating the Fog Troupe with a guy that can summon a FIre Tornado... Yea, very understandable freakout.

"reduced to a thief" shut the fuck up.

Oh, yeah, definitely Cassim's idea.

Also, what's your problem with thieves? Your goddamn adviser is an ex-assassin, but a THIEF is too much? Didn't you also condone stealing like a chapter or two ago? With these starving people? But NOW it's a problem?

So, I don't want to write a tw again, but in very short, the SML Brothers saved a woman from being SA'ed, so I guess they're relatively decent. Well, slavery is ok, but they draw the line here, I guess.

Oh, finally, the Fan problem addressed.

Overall, lot's of talking abt how things are going. Short answer: bad. "This country has no gold currency left."

Sus person, and then the meeting. Also, holy shit, look at Alibaba at the top. He's literally drawn in a way like he's shining there. I wonder how that building looks, is there a hole/window at the top? Was it just for aesthetic reasons that Ohtaka made it look like this, or was it also part of whatever the fuck Cassim was trying to achieve? In this case, same as before - look at Alibaba, all of you. Look at him, and not the person controlling him from the shadows.

Ughhh. That bitch.

It's a threat. As in, the three are absolutely threatening them, I just feel it, y'know? It's, like, a challenge. You sure want to try us? And anyway, Cassim looks almost friendly, and Alibaba looks menacing, which we know they neither actually is. Though, to be fair, as long as they aren't nobles, Cassim might look at them a little more favorably, so, honestly, they might not be threatening them. But it still feels like a threat. But, like, maybe I'm biased, maybe it isn't...

Anyway, this is how my brain works, heh

Alibaba can be scary when he tries to.

I don't know, it's kinda funny that they'll later end up helping Alibaba out just because. Like, I genuinely don't remember when did their attitude change. I'm genuinely curious.

THERE IT IS. We find out SO EARLY that Alibaba's just following Cassim, but I'll have you one better soon.

No, he's not.

Like, I had to put them all for photo limit reasons, but also bc of how damn important all of it is. We find out SO EARLY that Cassim is emotionally manipulating Alibaba. Where do I even begin in all of this!

Cassim is an insane character. As in, it's the type you hate for 98% of the arc, and then you fucking cry for him, and these early moments always remind me WHY you start off by hating the guy. He's using their shared past to keep Alibaba around, to have him lie and do what Cassim tells him to do. He speaks about the children, he appeals to Alibaba and his own childhood, and Alibaba's a deeply empathetic person, of course it works. Then he makes a point that it has to be Alibaba who helps them, nobody else. And even guilt trips him numerous times in the conversation. You're the one who left (you abandoned us, chose royalty over family), make sure these children won't die like my (our) sister (you weren't there when that happened, you did NOTHING, even though you were in the palace). I BEG you, stay with me and let's fight together like we used to (you are the one who wants to stay, so I'll let you, but only if you help me).

Like, god. it was intense. And the worst part is - Alibaba knows. He knows that Cassim is manipulating him, and he knows that their current relationship is dangerously conditional. If he doesn't do what Cassim tells him to do, he'll be kicked out at best, and then what? Then he'll be alone, and what about Balbadd? What about these children? What can he do, then? Cassim's the idea person, he's always been the one in charge between the two of them. How can he help Balbadd without Cassim?

All of this is so painful, man. Have some Alibaba failing to smoke.

Bro, don't worry, it's healthier that way.

Bro, I'm so sad ;_;

: (

Lmao.

Scary.

This is still hilarious.

Ouch

I still wonder what the hell is his scent.

He looks so sad, actually.

Man, he's such an emotional wreck this entire arc, god.

You know, I absolutely support your judgement Morgiana, but also, sometimes people don't want to talk about things.

It's a semi-joke, Morgiana wouldn't be prying if there was no good reason for it.

Aaaand, the image limit, of course, so we're skipping Alibaba being sexist. Tho, to be fair, it sounded like his last resort argument, shitty as it was, and Morgiana justifiably just looked at him. Dunno, I always wonder how serious Alibaba's sexism is, because, frankly, it appears... maybe three times? Also, twice towards Morgiana, and one towards Toto in some extra. Actually, maybe four, but it's 3 with Morgiana, then. It's actually my bone to pick with their relationship (well, one of many), because as much as I love Alibaba, and I am mostly indifferent to Morgiana, I don't like the way Ohtaka makes him treat her at times, and I think she deserves better. And it's just so weird, he doesn't treat Kougyoku like that, for example. It's not like it's something about strong women, because Kougyoku could beat his ass for sure... and also he actually finds Morgiana & her strength awesome. I dunno. It'll probably take me some time to figure out my thoughts about it. Idk, it might be something internalized (given the period they live in, it's a possibility), or maybe he's just repeating after people... actually, now that I'm thinking, his wording sounded like something Sinbad would've said, ngl, and Sinbad is kinda sexist, so maybe it's all connected... How much does he mean it, though? Idk, I'm thinking abt that scene in the Final Arc after they argued (eh, we'll get there), and how he's like I won't apologize to a woman (which is weird, bc he apologized to Kougyoku earlier that arc, my mind tells me it happened twice, but I'm not sure - at least once for not telling her about Zepar), but when Morgiana gets there they both apologize, so he isn't actually "above apologizing to a woman", it's more like he was searching for an excuse, and chose the simplest option... and then didn't even follow on what he'd himself said. So, like, he's saying sexist stuff at times, but doesn't actually believe it???? Maybe???? I don't fucking know, man.

I deleted some earlier photo to fit in this one, bc it's hilarious. Morgiana takes none of this bullshit. And I find Alibaba's face when she grabs him adorable. I mean, in the last panel it's funny & cute, too.

#magi #saya's magi reread #alibaba saluja #cassim #kassim #morgiana

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meatloafhoagie · 7 months

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random guitar hero headcanons to get to know a bit more about the characters!

- Izzy has two older sisters (canon that he has older sisters, not confirmed how many, so I'll say two) - Gwen Sibiya and Penny Sibiya. Izzy's real name is Isaac Sibiya. They are all from South Africa and moved to the United States when Izzy was six, which is why Izzy's accent is a South African-American hybrid one. He would often rummage through his sisters' makeup and clothes, copying their style! These were his earliest feats of fashion androgyny.

- Izzy has a tongue piercing...enough said.

- Judy has a split tongue...also enough said.

- Lars Umlaut, despite his scary look, really can't bring himself to be scary in real life. He is also afraid of big dogs (canon).

- Casey's greatest fear is actually Bigfoot. She grew up in the south, so Bigfoot was a more notable wilderness monster she'd heard about. Another one is Crazy Man, which is an underground Appalachian one.

- When Judy learns something niche about someone, she secretly researches everything there is to know about this niche thing. For instance, when she discovered Casey is from the south, she spent hours researching southern Gothic facts. Also when Xavier spouts knowledge about rock history, she definitely searches that up, too. She once spent a whole day researching Wicca, as her aunt Missy is Wiccan, and of course, growing up in a conservative Catholic home has sheltered her from a lot of interesting topics outside of Biblical stories. So she researches like crazy in private.

- One of Johnny's biggest regrets is being mean to people who don't deserve it. He has a hardcore punk rock exterior that means well, but sometimes he can be a bit too overbearing, which brings him to feel awful if he learns that the person on the receiving end of his short temper had actually good intentions. Over time he will learn to soften up.

- Casey has a vulnerable side deep beyond her cynical, practical nature that she guards with her punches and her mouth. You'd have to be super duper close with her to see that. However, she asks for no one's pity, as she was raised to be independent. She, at times, will wish she wasn't so hardcore herself, that the life she's had would've made her a little softer, like Judy and Pandora and Midori. But at other times, she's glad she doesn't take anyone's BS.

- Despite always standing up for herself and fighting for what's good for her, if push came to shove and the world was crashing down, Casey would definitely stand in the way of all her friends for them. She would fight for them because she is really caring and loving, deep down. She doesn't know how to talk about it, and would much rather show it.

- In the event of a zombie apocalypse, Lars would be the leader and protector of the Guitar Heroes. Since I already have him as a father type figure in my AU, he would worry about getting everyone else to safety immediately - even if it risked his life.

- Xavier WOULD bring someone back to life if he could - and that would be his mother Casydi Stone. He loved her so much, and not only does the world miss her music and her impact on rock, but he misses her as his mother.

- Lars is also scared of thunderstorms. He is a very sweet guy in real life. I love this headcanon and am sticking with it.

- Judy has a complicated relationship with religion. On one hand she wants to believe in God and prays to Him in private sometimes. On the other hand, the strictness of her household growing up and the way everyone held the Bible over her head will always stick with her in a negative way.

- It is impossible to frighten or phase Midori. You could show her the scariest thing ever and she would just shrug and smile.

- To elaborate a bit more on Midori's fearlessness - it's what makes her and Casey an unlikely but unstoppable duo. Casey is fearless in a way where she's scary, and Midori is fearless in a way where she shrugs and skips away in the face of danger. We have strong and confident fearless and carefree fearless. And we have an iconic duo when we have Casey and Midori.

- Pandora 100% believes in ghosts. She has also made friends with a few. As a teen she would oftentimes spend her Friday nights not at some high school party, or at some football game, or even out to eat with her family - you'd find her in her room, on the Ouja board, listening to Bauhaus and learning from ghosts. She even kept a diary chronicling her ghost adventures.

- Pandora is not the best with words, or even expressing her love, but with Judy, she feels completely understood without saying a word at all. All she has to do is exist, and Judy will take her in without judgement. That was the first quality about Judy that she fell for - her lack of judgement. It was a breath of fresh air after growing up in a stuck-up violinist family as a goth.

- And because of this, Judy loves to just exist with Pandora. Because she knows that Pandora knows that she loves her just the way she is.

- That being said, Judy, I like to headcanon, is a great friend and an exemplary girlfriend. Very understanding, and not a lick of judgemental-ness in her. As I've said before, people either wanna be with Judy or be her!

- Casey is very, very intelligent. In private she has her head in a book or her eyes glued to a documentary. However, unlike Xavier, she does not spout out the facts she learns from her educational endeavors. She prefers to keep people guessing at how intelligent she is. She loves to prove people wrong about the assumptions they have of her.

- Pandora has a terrible time picking up the moods people are in. She cannot read the room for the life of her. This is also because she is neurodivergent (in my AU).

- The worst thing Lars has ever done was kill a fly.

- Midori's favorite thing about the night is the nights she spends inside. Whether it's shredding her big black guitars in her bright, pink, adorable room or simply reading graphic novels while sipping hot drinks, she loves spending time alone at night in her cute PJ's. However, she hates to be alone for a while, and she gets a little sad if her friends are all preoccupied at night and can't hang out with her. She'd never press the issue with them, but it still makes her a little sad.

- Casey doesn't like children - but when it comes to Axel's daughter, Ellie, she is an accidental babysitter. Ellie really loves Casey, and although Casey is a little awkward about it, she still tries her best to be kind to her.

- Lars' favorite black metal bands are Burzum, Gorgoroth, and Tsjuder.

- The characters' moral alignments would be:

Johnny - chaotic neutral

Judy - neutral good

Izzy - chaotic good

Pandora - neutral good

Axel - lawful good

Xavier - lawful good

Lars - lawful good

Casey - lawful neutral

Midori - chaotic good

- Xavier has some relatives who live in Jamaica! This is because his grandparents lived there.

- As a boyfriend, Izzy is very physical, loving, and tender. His glam rock persona is a part of him, yes, but he always makes sure to treat you with respect and care. He doesn't really like groupies, surprisingly enough, because they're all girls, and I headcanon him as pansexual with a more male lean. He is not a rocker who objectifies women, and he genuinely gets upset when he sees it happening amongst other bands.

- Judy holds a massive grudge against her parents - for instilling a perfectionist, conservative mindset into her that she has to break out of when starting her own rock journey. It will take her a while to forgive her mother the most, because of how she treated Judy as she began to grow up and become her own woman. Her parents wanted her to be a girl with knees splintered by church pews and Bible verses memorized to a T. Instead, Judy's love of alternative rock was who she really was.

- Johnny loves cats so much (canon!) but to elaborate more on this, he has ten of them - and most of them are little fluffy white kittens.

- Casey has a really big, impressive wall of guitars in her house.

- Axel discovered his wife was cheating on him when Ellie ratted her out. And kids don't lie.

- Izzy felt alone a lot as a child, despite his current energetic and carefree state. Because he was from South Africa and was a giant David Bowie nerd, he found it very hard to get along with the kids around him growing up.

#guitar hero #izzy sparks #judy nails #johnny napalm #pandora guitar hero

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