#fucking devious creature

[luluthefox-plays]

real image i created of my unpleasant gradiant pearler bead thingy

#unpleasant gradient #pearler beads #meme #fucking devious creature #UNPLEASANT. #idk i yell that whenever i see the unpleasant gradient #mostly in regretevator but #yeah

[korn-maze]

🖤😈DADDY DEMON😈🖤

#korn #korn band #korn fandom #electronic music #EDM #dubstep #jonathan davis #jdevil #devious creature™️ #fuck he's something else man #I'd let this damned demon do unspeakable things too me #AND THATS SAYING ALOT FOR ME PERSONALLY- #JDevil just does something to my mind ya know-? #(it took me so long to get these photos I'm stressing)

[galacticgraffiti]

❁ Sugar (I've developed a taste for you) ❁

!!! NSFW ⋆ 18+ ⋆ Minors DNI !!!

Summary: Astarion asks for a favour and ends up getting more than what he bargained for (or: I'm a lesbian but this fictional little vampire twink can get it)

Rating: Explicit (for eventual smut) Wordcount: 2.4k Descriptors: I try to keep my reader-inserts fairly neutral, but let me know if anything slips through the cracks! Astarion is his usual self, pathetic and awful yet somehow also lovable as fuck. CW: bad flirting, friends with benefits (and the benefit is bloodsucking lol), blood, blood drinking, biting, hint of praise kink, eventual proper smut, nicknames, so much innuendo

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Chapter 1: My my, those eyes like fire

He could be lovely if he wasn’t so self-involved.

That is the first thought you have when you meet Astarion. He is not downright mean, but something about him just bugs you. He flirts with every creature on two legs (sometimes even those with more), but that’s not it.

Something about all his honeyed words just feels so… insincere. 

You think Astarion has something to hide, and you desperately want to know what it is. So far, he has shown no signs of weakness, and he is as much as self-entitled twat as when you first met him. And this continues to be your opinion of him… up until today.

The day has been hard. Your feet hurt, your hands have blisters, and you are smeared with blood pretty much all over. Your shirt has been ripped and frankly, you don’t know when you might find the time to mend it. There is a giant bloodstain on the thigh of your trousers, and you are pretty sure your hair has become completely encrusted in blood quite some time ago.

But you have made it back to camp and that is all that counts.

As you shake out your bedroll and try to ignore the fact that this is the seventh night in a row that you’ll have had bland stew for dinner, you catch Astarion’s eyes across the fire.

His gaze is… odd.

You have seen him in the heat of battle, you’ve seen the glint in his eye when he comes up with another of his devious plans. You’ve even seen him amused, shaking with laughter when Gale recited an - admittedly very ambiguous - poem to you.

But you have never seen him like this. It’s not affection, nor is it desire that lights up his delicate features. He almost looks… desperate. Like he is starving for something, and you can’t place your finger on what it is.

As soon as Astarion notices that you have caught him, his eyes flick away. He saunters off, way too casual to not be obvious about it.

You stare after him, vaguely confused. But then, Karlach makes her way over to ask for more stew, and you forget all about it. For the moment.

Her smile makes your belly flutter, and you wish you knew more about her, and so you do your best to make conversation, joking and asking shallow questions.

Astarion’s eyes haunt you through dinner.

Even though the day was exhausting, the nights in your little camp are starting to grow on you. Gale is funny in his own, book-wormish way. You have learned that Karlach is downright hilarious in her joy about the world outside of Avernus, and Wyll is always scandalised by her, which is admittedly quite fun to watch. Lae’zel and Shadowheart keep to themselves a bit more, but even they share the meals with the rest of you.

You laugh when Karlach imitates Wyll’s horrified expression, but in spite of yourself. your eyes keep wandering to the silver hair of your elven companion who is sitting across from you.

Astarion is staring at you again, his eyes focused on some point below your jaw. He is watching you intently, seemingly unaware you have caught him. He doesn’t blink, doesn’t look away - he just stares at you as your spoon scrapes along the bottom of your bowl.

Only when you get up to wash off before you go to bed does he move again.

Sometimes, Astarion reminds you of a scared animal in the way he moves, his eyes flicking back and forth, his hands trembling slightly whenever he is not in battle. He hides right out in the open, behind his swagger and his dirty jokes and innuendos, behind his beautiful face and his beautiful body.

Tonight, though, even in all his desperation, Astarion is not prey. He is a predator. And like any talented predator, he has managed to get his prey away from the protection of the group.

You are kneeling in the small stream that runs by the camp, washing your bowl, your clothes, yourself - everything is dirty and soaked in mud, sweat and blood. You are barely wearing anything, but your companions have seen you in much more precarious situations at this point.

Astarion approaches quietly, sneaking up on you in that manner where you can never tell whether it is intentional or not. He is just… there, suddenly, shedding his clothes next to you, blood still smeared on his pale skin.

He stops short of the water, watching you from the riverbank. You try not to gawk as he undresses, but something about him seems unusually anxious. The way he pushes hit foot forward so slowly, testing the water, makes you wonder if he might not know how to swim.

Astarion smiles suddenly, taking a step into the stream and towards you, then another, his smile growing the deeper he wades into the water. Dark red streaks appear in the water where the blood is washed from his pale skin.

He clears his throat and raises a sharp brow.

“And how are you feeling tonight, sweet thing?” he inquires. His eyes flick over your body, focusing on a point below your ear for a moment before he rips his gaze away again.

“‘M alright,” you answer, brow furrowed as you scrub your shirt a little harder than you actually need to. Why he has to be so infuriating with his nicknames, you’ll never know. “Today was… a lot. I wanted to have a quiet moment.”

“Ah.”

He doesn’t seem to get the hint. He merely wades further into the stream, shimmering pearls of water running down his back. When you don’t say anything else, he turns to face you once again.

“Are you not going to ask me how I am, darling?”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” you mumble, throwing your shirt to the side, Clearly, you’re not getting anywhere with it tonight.

“Tsk, so rude. Somebody should really teach you some manners.” He clicks his tongue at you like you are an insubordinate child, shaking his head until droplets hit you.

You press your lips together. If he wasn’t so beautiful, he wouldn’t get away with half the things he does, and it frustrates you to no end. You catch yourself forgiving him on occasions where you don’t mean to, simply because his face is the prettiest things you have ever seen, and you hate it.

Astarion watches you carefully, gauging your mood. You stare back at him defiantly. What the hell could he want from you, anyway?

The hunger in his eyes is back, you notice - that desperation that you can’t quite place. There is a pained expression around his mouth, and despite all his cockiness, he is clearly not doing entirely well - his skin even paler than usual, his hands shaking a little when he crosses his arms.

Astarion yawns, his gaze raking over you in a way that makes you shiver. You tell yourself it’s just the cold of the water.

“Well, I was going to ask you for your help, but you are in a terrible mood.” He inspects his fingernails, and even though you know exactly that he is baiting you, you can’t help yourself.

“You? Need my help? Never thought the day would come.” Your voice is biting, but you can’t hide the note of curiosity that sneaks in.

“Don’t make me out to be such a horrible companion.” Astarion takes a step closer to you through the water. You take a step back. He laughs, but his eyes catch on your neck again. “I’m not that bad, am I?”

You shrug.

“Sometimes you are.”

“Hm.” He raises his brows, and takes another step towards you. This time, you don’t step back. “Well, I suppose that can’t be helped, my love. We all have good and bad days, don’t we?” He cocks his head. “And today has been quite hard for me.”

You make a non-committal noise, staring him down. What in the hells is he trying to do? Seduce you?

Your body likes that thought much more than your mind does.

Astarion is watching you intently. He stretches out his hand to take yours, and in your surprise, you don’t even pull back. His thumb rests right against the delicate inside of your wrist, and he closes his eyes.

You wait for him to drone on about how he carried your group on the battlefield, to gloat that you now owe him your life seven times over, but he doesn’t. Astarion stays eerily still, breathing deeply as his thumb strokes your wrist, pressing against your pulse point.

You can’t keep quiet any longer, not with the odd way he is behaving. Maybe he got hit by a spell, or…

“Any reason today was particularly hard for you?” You meant to sound sarcastic, but the question comes out sounding sincere. You scold yourself for caring so much.

Your skin burns like fire where he is touching you. Astarion’s eyes open, and he looks at you like he was a million miles away. He is so close now - much closer than you realised. You can see the fiery ring around his irises.

“I…” To your surprise, his voice is hesitant and quiet. “It’s easier to just… show you. You see, I need something from you, my darling.”

You frown.

“Why ask me? You could ask any of us, and most of them would be more inclined to help than I am. I’ve seen the way that Gale watches you at the fire-”

“Gale?” Astarion sounds genuinely amused. “Darling, do you think I’m asking you for sexual favours right now?”

“I- yes?” Your voice is full of uncertainty. “I mean… is that not what you were going to say?”

Astarion smiles, small and sharp.

“No.” He is even closer to you now, his thumb still caressing the skin of your wrist. “Even though I would not be disinclined if you offered… you are quite beautiful, you know?”

“Mh. Thank you?” You wish your heart would not beat faster at the way he looks at you. It’s a look that doesn’t fit the words that fall from his lips, a look that betrays the desperation with which he needs this favour. “What-”

“What I am asking for is simple.” He is so close now he could kiss you if you leaned in. “All I want is… a taste.”

“I- what?”

His lips are on your neck, his hand in your hair. You are not quite sure when that happened.

“Say yes, sweet thing,” he breathes. “Just a taste of your blood and-”

“My blood?” You sound more distraught than you actually feel. You are… oddly resigned. You should have seen this coming - you knew something was up with him, you knew he wasn’t telling you the whole truth.

And now, here you are. With a fucking vampire. His lips graze your pulse point, and your heart beats faster. You can feel the heat of his breath when he utters a single word.

“Please.”

It’s that one word that changes everything. Just like that, he has you. All the arrogance, all the superiority is gone from his voice, and what is left is just hunger and the fear that you might reject him. For a moment, you are sure you must have imagined it, but then, Astarion repeats himself.

“Please.” His hand tightens around your wrist, though he is trembling more than you are. “Just a taste, no more.”

Your lips are numb when you answer, your mind screaming at you not to let him- this is dangerous, this is stupid- you have already lost so much blood in the fight today and-

“Yes.” Your hands are on his shoulders, then in his silver hair. He smells so good; even after this horrid day. Your voice is softer than you intend for it to be, but his desperation makes you weak. “If you need it, it’s yours.”

Astarion makes a sound that shatters you, and before you can think too much about your own colossal stupidity, his fangs sink into your neck. 

It’s not painful.

It’s uncomfortable, but the fear that bites into your heart ebbs after mere seconds. Astarion’s hands are surprisingly warm against you, keeping you upright. Your head falls to the side, granting him easier access and - oh.

Why does it feel so good?

You become acutely aware of your blood flowing from the small puncture wounds in your neck, and for a moment, you panic, stiffening in Astarion’s arms.

“There, there, sweet thing.” His lips don’t raise an inch from your neck. “It’s alright, just trust me. Just a taste, all I want is a taste…”

Your head is swimming.

“You have tasted me,” you whisper, trying to pull away. When you look into Astarion’s eyes, there is a red glint in them - and a sadness that overwhelms you.

“No taste of you will ever be enough.” Astarion looks up at you from beneath long lashes. “You are divine, my love.”

The tip of his tongue wets his lips, licking up the small droplets of blood that linger.

You stare at him, trying with all your might to focus.

“You said… just a taste. No more than you need.”

His finger traces your jaw, down your neck, and your whole body is on fire.

“If it were up to me, I would need all of you,” Astarion sighs, his lips on your neck again, his tongue lapping at the blood that flows from the wound he has given you. “I would take and take, and give you so much in return. I would have you in ways you did not even know you wanted. Taste everything you have to offer.”

You shiver when he raises your wrist to his mouth, soft lips pressing to delicate skin.

“I would cherish you, keep you. My little pet, so perfect, so beautiful in every way. So eager to give what I need. Would you give me more if I asked?”

“Of course,” your lips say even though those were not the words you were planning to utter. But how could you ever say no to him? “If that’s what you need.”

Astarion’s sigh is one of rapture and delight.

“So obedient for me… You know, all these days I thought you hated me.” He chuckles to himself. “I suppose even I can be wrong sometimes.”

His teeth sink back into your neck, and the world goes dark.

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HELLO MY DOVES i finally found time to format this for tumblr so here you go, for those who are not in love with the bear, you can get the twink, as a treat.

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[bluntsandcigs]

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“𝐈’𝐦 breaking up with you”

Your boyfriend, for better or worse, was the love of your life and it was a fact that you sometimes lamented in moments when he was being especially insufferable. While certainly not without his good qualities, he had a list a mile long full of traits which often made you want to lob a pillow at his head, regardless of his Infinity. His tendency to be the world’s greatest troll was very high on the aforementioned list and he wielded his devious side with all the wicked glee of a well-seasoned trickster. You supposed being his girlfriend and thus someone he was exceedingly fond of meant you probably got off easy where his pranks were concerned. You’d met the likes of Utahime and Kento on occasion and both seemed perpetually prepared to kill him with lethal stares alone. You, on the other hand, despite often putting up with his nonsense were lucky enough to also be on the receiving side of his best side. With you he was thoughtful, funny, incredibly charming, and intensely dedicated to ensuring that you were constantly having the best sex of your life.

You loved him deeply and dearly.

But, you were also debating throwing him right out of your apartment in what little he was wearing.

Despite your claim that you were leaving him, Gojo’s smug grin remained steadfast and he made not even the slightest attempt to waylay your obvious annoyance with some of the sweeter playfulness you adored. He appeared to be delighted by the deadpanned irritation in your voice and plastered on your unsmiling face, his objective to vex you succeeding spectacularly. Glancing to your left, towards the small shelf of decorative knickknacks you kept there, you debated grabbing the first plush toy you could get your hands on just to chuck it right at him. Unfortunately, Gojo knew you too well and he tutted in response to your obvious considerations.

“Now, now, you can’t possibly be mad at me, can you? I’m only giving you what you said you wanted.”

“This is so not what I meant.”

Gojo, despite coming off as regularly lackadaisical missed very little and he’d been damn well privy to every single instance over the past year where you’d mused over your desire for a cat. Your love of animals, particularly those prone to purring and pouncing, was no big secret. The countless cat videos you’d cooed over and feline plush dolls that decorated your bedroom broadcast your love of the whiskered creatures just as clearly as your words did. He knew, damn well, that you’d been growing more and more keen on the idea of adopting a sweet little kitty of your very own. When he’d responded to your last remark towards future pet ownership with a grin and a none-too-covert comment that you might soon find yourself with a surprise over the next few days, you’d been giddy with anticipation. When he’d go through with it and what sort of cat he’d adopt in ‘secret’ had kept you on gleeful pins and needles for close to a week.

Now, as you stared at your almost naked boyfriend where he’d perched himself on your bed, you wished you hadn’t dedicated a single iota towards being excited.

“You said you wanted a cat, didn’t you? I thought this was what you meant.”

Glowering and well aware that he was feigning obvious ignorance, the fucking troll, you watched as Gojo adjusted his sultry pose for one that had his ass arching up for a better glimpse of the cat tail attached to the back of his underwear. It and the ears he’d fastened to his head with a well-placed headband were as black as you’d suddenly decided his soul was.

“Come on, babe. I had to give my girl the best of the best and you can’t deny that there’s no cuter kitty out there than yours truly.”

His grin stretched wider still and he made a sound deceptively close to an actual purr, the noise nearer to seduction than adoring affection. You were resolved to be unmoved by what you knew was an attempt to turn you on, turning towards the doorway which would lead you back into the living room.

“If I leave now I can probably get to an animal shelter before it closes.”

“Aw, you’re really leaving?”

He sounded genuinely pouty and disappointed and you were resolute about not caring in the slightest.

“Would I have been more convincing if I’d gone the tail butt plug route instead?”

The comment almost stalled you, because damn if that particular idea didn’t boast some level of promise, but you refused to be moved. At least not so easily. You took a step and stilled before you could take another, Gojo at your back so lightning fast you hadn’t even registered his movements until you felt the rush of air which signified them. He wrapped his arms solidly around your waist, nuzzling his face against the curve of your neck with an almost comical mimic of a cat’s meow. It would’ve maybe be a little cute if it wasn’t so infuriating, but it was definitely amusing and you bit back a tiny chortle of laughter with all the willpower you could muster. If he was going to be a goddamn menace then you weren’t about to make things easy for him.

“You don’t think I make a good kitty?”

“No. You make a good clown, though. Truly world-class on that front.”

“Ouch! I can’t believe my mistress is so cruel! Especially when I was so ready to give her all the cuddles!”

Anyone else probably would’ve been embarrassed to act so cutesy and forlorn, playing up the role of disappointed house pet, but shame was one trait Gojo had never gotten any real hang of. The man had enough cockiness to walk totally starkers through Roppongi without so much of a chance of blushing, so acting ridiculous behind closed doors was well within his comfort wheelhouse. Sometimes you wished you had even a drop of that kind of unflappable confidence.

“I doubt your type of cuddles is the kind I was hoping for, Satoru,” you grumbled, waiting patiently for him to just let the damn joke die already.

“Oh?”

You knew he was grinning even with the lack of seeing it, the wide spread of annoyingly kissable lips sure to be revealing those perfectly pearly whites of his. You felt teeth grazing your neck, a subtle scrap that settled into the tiniest nip where your pulse throbbed with a quiet drumming beneath your skin. His long fingers stretched and spread across your hips, pinkie fingers curling around the front belt loops of your jeans.

“What if I was gonna give you whatever cuddles you wanted? However you wanted them? What about that then, hmmm? Would that make me a good kitty? Would it make you wanna keep me?”

Gojo’s hips shimmied from side to side and you weren’t entirely positive if it was his attempt at making his tail sway or a not even remotely subtle effort to grind his cock against your ass. Knowing him, it had to be a little bit of both and feeling how hard he already was, as if he’d been eagerly anticipating the satisfaction of his cat boy fantasies, made it harder to deny him out of spite. You were annoyed for sure and never very keen to give him precisely what he wanted when he was being a pain in the ass, but Gojo was also stupidly good at making you cum. His talents in the bedroom were almost ludicrous in their effectiveness and if he was exceptionally game to give you precisely what you wanted, at least in a sexual respect, it wasn’t exactly easy to refute the possibilities.

He rumbled out another mockery of a purr and dragged his tongue across the sensitive skin of your neck, wet and smooth instead of at all scratchy like a real cat’s would have been. Perfect for making you feel good and curse your weak resolve, but you already felt wet just from thinking about how satisfied you’d be in the next few minutes if you relented.

“If you let me, I can eat your pussy so good you probably won’t even be mad at me anymore.”

“Wouldn’t eating my pussy technically count as some kind of cannibalism right now?” you asked him ruefully and you were rewarded with a delighted snicker in response, Gojo’s arms hugging you tighter.

“Oh, this kitty right here is keeping you. All mine. Can’t get rid of me no matter how bad you try.”

It gave you butterflies every time he said things like that, made little comments to suggest that for all his flightiness and reputation for being a player, he wanted to try for something more permanent with you. He may have been playing and playful, his default setting most days it seemed, but the words made your heart soar even so. The annoyance you felt from discovering his devious little prank hadn’t exactly fled in the wake of your affection, but it was tempered by it to some extent. If you were giving in to his hopes, you were giving in to them exactly the way you wanted and you weren’t about to let your obnoxious cat boy get away with his mischief entirely.

You shifted and turned, moving around in the cradle of Gojo’s arms to face him, mirroring the wicked glee on his face as your hand sandwiched itself in the space between your body and his. His brows shot up high, the shades he wore shifting down the slope of his nose just enough to give you a hint of the mesmerizing blue behind them. However, he looked quite pleased by the feel of your fingers squeezing around his cock. He was warm, even through the material of his underwear, and it was all too easy to map out the exact shape of his length with the cloth barrier in your way. You tried not to shiver just from feeling him, well-versed in how thick and long he was, the fullness that came with his erection sliding home inside your body an aching feeling you welcomed once you’d gotten used to it. That sensation was as dear to you as how honest Gojo’s reactions always were, nothing of his pleasure ever restrained or held back and it was as true in that moment as it had been since your first time together. Gojo’s smile grew wider and he let out a truly arousing groan as your palm rubbed against his shaft, fingers promising more.

“That can’t be all. Come on now,” you cooed, stealing a kiss from his lips and tasting the strawberry flavor of his chapstick. “Be a good kitty and let me know how good this feels.”

The band of his underwear stretched against the back of your wrist once you pressed your hand inside, fingers wrapped in a tight fist just beneath the tip of his cock, already leaking for you. It pleased you to feel his precum there, provided the slightest bit of slickness to help you roll your hand down his erection all the way to the base and lower, cupping his sac with a gentle squeeze that had Satoru’s hips bucking. The pressure made his dick weep further, smoothing out your strokes and providing you with what you needed to pump your hand over him in slippery glides he so clearly loved. Satoru mumbled your name, the smugness of his countenance wavering before the mounting pleasure. Those beautiful blue eyes of his fluttered closed, snowy lashes close to his cheeks, and seeing his mouth drop open for every sound of sensual delight was an utter joy. You loved it when you had him right where you wanted him, when just the feel of your hands coming together to work his shaft could make his thighs tremble. Your boyfriend may have been an incorrigible mischief maker who did so love to turn you into a soaking mess, but he could sometimes be so desperate for your touch.

Eager and greedy and all for you.

You needed more.

“Noooo!”

He outright whined when your hands left his dick, the length of it visibly throbbing with his yearning. His neediness was adorable with those cute little cat ears on his head and inwardly you considered how much better he’d look with the additional of a little bell collar, wondering if he might be into that in the future. Knowing Satoru and his never-failing interest in all sorts of sexual experimentation, he likely would’ve been thrilled by the idea.

“Don’t pout.”

You tried to kiss the look off his face, but it remained, Satoru steadfast and resolute to look as adorably put off as he could. When your fingers moved from his body to your own, tugging the shirt off your body with a notable urgency, his expression swiftly morphed into one that was greatly intrigued. Dissatisfaction was replaced with delight as his eyes raked so longingly over your half-naked frame, tongue working across his lips like someone had waved his favorite snack before his face the second your bra hit the floor. Teeth clamped down lightly on soft lips, Satoru shimmying his hips to sway his little tail as if to suggest that the sight of you briefly rubbing your nipples might be enough to make him pounce.

Like you were a mouse, his chosen prey.

You were no such thing and you lightly pushed at his chest to make him back away, give you room to lower your body down onto your knees. You pinched your nipples, peaks tight and providing the softest zing of pleasure through your breasts, smirking as you angled your chest towards him. His eyes widened and his smile was one of unadulterated excitement, a shaky exhale marking his happiness as his cock settled against the valley between your breasts. His hips moved, hands bracing against the wall behind you so he could thrust his slick erection through the soft crevice you’d provided him, his gaze enraptured by the view. He was long, just long enough that you could bend your head to tease the tip of his dick each time it drifted upwards, a thick weight nestled between the softness of your tits. The taste of him was warm and a little salty on your tongue, but you always found yourself wanting more, relishing each chance to caress the smooth head of his cock with a hurried swirl of your tongue.

“Feels so fucking good. Your pretty tits and that sweet little tongue on my cock. Can never get enough of this.”

“Wanna keep going then, Satoru? Wanna keep going until you’ve got my chest all covered in your cum?”

His hips shuddered, briefly angling towards a few faster thrusts through the warm cradle of your breasts. Gojo’s head shook, shades going further askew upon his face until he finally tossed them aside, unconcerned with anything other than his pleasure to care if they ended up broken on the floor. It was you that he treated with more care, freeing himself from the building ecstasy you’d been giving him to lift you into his arms, transporting you to the cushioned softness of your bed in seconds. He moved so fast you felt temporarily dizzy, but not so terribly that you missed how desperately he removed your jeans and panties, stripping you in a panting frenzy of need. It didn’t feel as if anything had been torn, no sounds of ripped denim stitching reaching your ears, but you knew that he could’ve destroyed your remaining clothing with ease had he wanted to. Gojo rather liked proving how easily he could rend fabric of all types from your frame and he’d been a fan of making buttons fly until you’d start grousing about having to mend or buy new clothes whenever the two of you felt horny. His restraint in that respect was surprising given how eager he happened to be. Gojo didn’t often put so swift a stop to foreplay, especially not whenever you had his cock nestled so pretty between your tits. He must have been waiting for you to come home for even longer than you’d anticipated for him to be so excessively keyed up.

“Impatient, are we, kitty?” you asked him, trying with your all not to sound breathless in your own state of anticipatory need.

“Say that like your cunt isn’t all juicy and ready for me.”

A gaze painted even clearer than sky blue roved with heated, covetous delight over the glistening wet of your pussy, lips pulled towards smug as he held your legs aloft, apart. Denying that you were exceedingly turned on would’ve been a bold-faced lie with the proof that you were lusting hard for your boyfriend right there before his eyes. It couldn’t stop you shrugging your shoulders, lifting your arms up above your head to present a picture of relaxation as well as readiness, fixing him with a smirk that beamed pride. Gojo’s plan could have been to seduce you all along, at least after he’d finished being a Special Grade pest yet he’d been just as seduced himself. He may have had all his ideas lined up like dominoes ready to be knocked down in a precise order, but his cock was flushed and hard where it came to rest against your folds. The tip still leaked with the evidence of how overcome he was by his need to have you, drips of heated precum dotting the top of your pubic mound with just one throb from his erection. Whatever Gojo’s exact intentions must have been had flown entirely out the window and he was clearly as impatient to cum as you were. He was the world’s strongest sorcerer, but making him ache to have you without having to really try made you feel pretty damn powerful yourself. After how much he’d irked you a few minutes ago, you were rather grateful for the ego stroking.

“You want me just as bad.”

“Then do something about it.”

You presented your dare with a squeeze of your hand around the head of his cock, a warm grasp that he thrust his length towards and the gliding motion had his thickness sliding perfectly across your clit. Smile wavering with a moan, Gojo tugged your hand away from his dick and brought your palm to his mouth, kissing lightly and dragging his tongue over the light taste of himself on your skin. When he lowered your hand, it was to rest it beside its twin against the sheets, his eyes darting towards the sight of your fingers clutching tight to the bedding once he pressed your legs together. Your thighs formed a tight haven for his shaft, different and sweeter than fucking your tits because the added softness of your pussy was right there underneath. Sodden folds, swollen from the craving for him, rubbing along the underside of his cock to coat it in further slickness and it made the process of fucking his erection along your clit so much easier. It wasn’t the same as being inside you, as having him stretching you open until you swore you felt him touching deeper than anyone ever had, but it may as well have been heaven regardless.

“Satoru, that feels so good..”

“Feels so much better than good to me, baby,” Gojo huffed, barely holding on to his smile as he rolled his hips with a mix of mounting, pleasured desperation and controlled precision. “Don’t even have to be inside you to make us both feel good. Can make you cum so hard just from doing this.”

He was right, truthful, and you could feel how every stroke of his smooth cockhead brushing across your bud was pushing you towards a mounting bliss that would have the thighs pressed around his cock shaking in no time flat. He felt so hard and hot against you, the wet of your cunt audibly slickening his flesh further until the sound was deliciously close to the familiar cacophony that filled your bedroom whenever he was inside you. It was wonderful yet excruciating, fulfilling your needs while leaving you anxious for more, aware of the empty feeling inside you. Gojo would never leave you unsatisfied, because he never had, but the longer he thrust his way between your thighs, the deeper your wants became.

“You can. I know you can. But, fuck, Satoru, it’d be so good if you were inside me. Even better than this.”

Gojo’s groan said he knew, that he remembered how tight you were and how perfectly the squeeze of your inner walls always milked him dry. He seemed to struggle for a moment with keeping his eyes open, crystalline hue half-hidden by lowered lids as he stared down at the repeated peek of his cockhead questing forward through the crevice of your thighs. You glanced down to see it too, trembling with pleasure as you watched his tip rub and grind against your clit, bucking your hips up to ensure the pressure intensified. You moaned and it was a weak sound, an orgasm threatening to tear its way through you before long, leading your fingers from the sheets to your own chest, pinching your nipples. Gojo’s hips stuttered from the sight, his hooded glance drawn up your body and higher, locking on your face.

“Later,” he promised you finally, tone throaty and strained as groans pitched into near whines. “I’ll be inside you for as long as you want later. But..”

He smirked, like a devil with the face of an angel, dressed up in the cheap cat costume which had started it all.

“Kitty’s gotta mark you now.”

It should’ve made you cringe or laugh. It probably could have had you doing both at the same time, cheesy as the comment was. Especially with his eager thrusts shaking the cat ears on his head until the band holding them in place looked poised to fall right off. You just didn’t have it in you to care about the silliness or anything beyond the fact that he was making you cum, your throbbing clit and the unrelenting drag of his cock across it pulling an orgasm through your core before you could truly even prepare for the fall. Gojo didn’t have to be nestled deep to feel your climax overtaking you, seeing it before him in the sharp arch of your back and the kneading of your hands across your breasts hurriedly moving back to the sheets. You kept your eyes open in the thick of it, gazing up at your lover as he watched you come undone with parted lips, seeming hypnotized by the visage of your release before him. He didn’t blink, an almost ethereal vision made human by the way his own control faltered, broken and splintered by his own fall to ruin. Gojo’s cock pulsed against your puffy cunt and he cried out his satisfaction as it spilled across your belly and chest, haphazard lines as white as his hair marking your sweaty skin.

He turned his head, pressing his teeth into the side of one of your calves just hard enough to leave a mark, but it was difficult to even mind any hurt there could have been while the two of you came together. Sensations too good to be real burrowed beneath your skin, carried through the pit of your being to every part of it, and you let the ebb and flow persist for as long as it must, savoring the wonder of being brought to the edge so easily. It was always a marvel to you in the aftermath, as your latest orgasm slowly found its way towards softening, how successfully Gojo could please you and how much it could leave you craving more. Your body still shook, your pussy intensely soaked from how hard you’d just cum, but the aching he inspired in you lingered deep where you wanted him to be, almost enough to make you forget that you’d initially been cross with him.

Curse him and his magic dick and his stupidly pretty, wonderful face.

God, you were so in love with him.

The feeling appeared to be very mutual, broadcast like a song across airwaves and carried to you through the look he gave you once the messy pulsing of his spend finally halted. Gojo peered down at you with a smile, less smug and more sweet than you expected he would’ve easily let others see on him. He looked close to swooning, though he may have just been a little fuck drunk from his orgasm, yet you could see past the post-sex daze to glimpse the more that was written in those eyes of his. You weren’t always sure of it, battling with the perceptions of his reputation and your own insecurities, but the softness of how he looked at you was there, as sweet as the way he kissed you when he lowered your legs to lean down. Gojo stole as many kisses as he pleased, each one slow and savoring, lasting until he saw fit to nuzzle his face against your neck with a mimicked purr that had you hugging him with legs and arms alike. You petted the cat ears off his head, grazing your nails through snowy white locks to make him repeat the noise a second time. When it had you giggling, a sound he claimed numerous times to be his favorite, Gojo lifted his head to grin at you and he looked pleased with himself, victorious in a way that would’ve made you pinch him had you not felt so good just then.

“So, are you gonna keep me?”

“Hmmm..I dunno..”

“Seriously?! I made you cum in less than five minutes! That’s gotta be worthy of a forever home!”

“Yeah, maybe, but as far as pets go, you’re kind of a messy one, Satoru. I mean, just look.”

You gestured towards your chest with a hand, reminding him of the spill of cum he’d gotten all across your bare breasts and stomach, as well as his own now. Gojo looked temporarily pleased and more than a little aroused by the sight of his so recent release painting your body, but he let the delight fade into a mask of determination. He hopped off the bed, tucking himself back into his underwear, and he marched out of your bedroom with a purposeful stride that seemed less serious than he may have meant it to when he whistled along the way. The whiplash of his strange, mercurial moods had your head shaking, though not without affection, and you climbed off the bed to give your still tingling body a good stretch, heading towards your dresser for some pajamas to change into in the near future. Quite possibly after Gojo had fucked your brains out the way you were anticipating that he soon would.

The motions of your feet carrying you across the room stopped at the strange sounds you heard just beyond the open door, straining your ears to listen. Nearby in the bathroom, you could hear Gojo making shushing noises, talking in a low whisper you could catch without being quite able to discern the exact words he was saying. You looked around the room, spying his cellphone nestled atop your table along with his usual clothing. Who was he talking to?

When he returned to you, moistened washrag in hand, you noticed how he seemed to pointedly avoid your gaze while he set to work cleaning his cum from your body. The whistling which had gone with him out the room resumed, a little louder and appearing far more like a distraction than it should have.

“If you’re hiding another prank or something, I am officially going to cockblock you for the rest of the night. I mean it.”

“You’re an awfully suspicious woman.”

“I’m dating the trolliest troll to ever troll. I think I’m well within my right to be suspicious of whatever shenanigans you’ve got up your sleeve. So, come on. No more surprises, Satoru. What was with the whispering in the other room?”

Withholding his answer until he could finally see your brow beginning to pinch, waiting for the reaction of near annoyance he’d been hoping for like the wicked little shit he was, Gojo tossed the washrag into your dirty clothes hamper and strode out of the room again. Left standing there, questions unanswered, you fought not to simply follow him or start rubbing your temples, electing to just wait for whatever was coming next. Knowing Gojo, it could’ve been anything. Ferreting through drawers for something to change into since the possibility of further mischief had cooled your lingering arousal, you tugged on a long t-shirt as soon as you got your hands on one, rooting further to find a fresh pair of panties.

Gojo cleared his throat from the doorway, halting your quest prematurely, and the frustrated look on your face was gone the second you saw what he had held so gently in his large hands.

“Oh.”

“Yep,” he replied, massive smile beaming, happily smug from your shocked reaction. “Not what you were expecting at all, was it?”

He stroked one long finger underneath a tiny chin, the fluffy kitten in his hands purring from the attention and staring at you with the biggest blue eyes you’d ever seen, aside from your boyfriend’s. It looked like Gojo was cradling a living, breathing powder puff and you felt your heart threatening to absolutely burst at the view of such a precious creature just within reach. You wanted to ask him where and when he’d managed to find such a gorgeous cat, but your emotions were threatening to get the better of you, questions hard to manage when you were so happy.

“Satoru.”

“Hey, baby, don’t cry. This was suppose to be a good surprise. I mean, obviously not as good as me being dressed up all sexy, but still good, right?”

Gojo took a step forward and he extended his fuzzy surprise out to you in the clear hope that holding the kitten would make you smile again. You grinning through the tiny spill of tears that made your vision glossy and gingerly brought the tiny fur baby to your chest, trying not to squeal at how readily the kitty leaned into the cheek scritches you gave.

“No, it’s a really good surprise, Satoru. A happy cry kind of surprise, I promise.”

“Oh. Whew. Okay. That’s a relief. I don’t know what I’d have done if you suddenly decided to reject Satoru the Second.”

Purrs rumbled sweetly against your chest, a sound and sensation you’d been hoping to have in your life for months. It comforted you, elated you, and those feelings couldn’t be beaten by anything, not even the absurdity of the name your boyfriend had chosen.

“We’re definitely not naming him that.”

“We have to, though! He looks just like me! It only makes sense to name him after me!”

“Nope. Definitely not. I veto.”

“We could call him ‘Toru for short?”

“What about something cute? Like Pancake?”

“Okay, maybe you’re onto something, but if we’re going with naming him after something sweet, it at least ought to match how he looks. What about Mochi? Or Marshmallow?”

Gojo came closer, rambling off a list of dessert related names he felt might be suited to the ball of pure fluff that seemed completely content in your hands, like he knew he’d found his forever home with the two weird humans that surrounded him. Your boyfriend started petting the kitten’s head, showing his own immediate affection for the pet he’d been planning to gift you all along.

He may have taken a very roundabout way of revealing what he’d done for you, but in truth his methods hadn’t been all that bad. Gojo could be a menace in the best and worst ways. That much was a fact known to anybody who associated with him.

To you, however, he was the sweetest nuisance.

Silly cat boy costumes and all.

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Messy Hands - Part Two

Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader AFAB

Summary: Miguel just can’t get you off his mind. As a result, he’s always there when you need him most, whether you like it or not.

Word count: 4.6k+

CW: 18+ so MDNI, NSFW, mentions of blood, acts of violence, SA(NOT MIGUEL), stalking, jealousy, possessive behaviors, toxic relationship, mentions of death, slow burn, no use of Y/N

A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO GET OUT BUT I PROMISE ITS GOOD!!! THANK YOU TO MY BETA READER @jshookthighs I FUCKIN LOVE YOU

Part One here

Time never stops.

It marches on, dragging the corpse of yesterday behind it. Time never ceases and neither does the on going battle behind closed eyes and clenched fists. No matter how many deep breaths are sucked in between gritted teeth, no matter how much he prayed, begged, kicked or screamed, time marched on. Taking it’s toll on the world and his soul as it did. With time came its companion, decay. A devious creature that preyed on the innocent and beautiful, corrupting it with it’s touch. That’s how Miguel began to see it all. It was a matter of time until his brain too rotted away until his skull was nothing more than an empty cavity to host his rage rather than his conscience. Every day he could feel the threads of his sanity being pulled taut, and every day he doubted how much longer he could go without being the cause of a fucking masacre.

Wrath.

Rage.

Justice.

So much “justice” due. That’s how he saw it. So many people had done wrong by him; tore him apart, brick by brick. Hurt the people he loved most just to get to him. Until one fateful night, he was left with nothing but a beating heart pumping weakly in a dirty alley, left to die. His chest still tightens at the memory of her. Stolen innocence snuffed out too soon. And yet the ones to blame were left unharmed, hidden behind the ivory walls of their mansions, never truly getting their hands dirty.

Cowards.

If only he had the chance, he’d slaughter them. Watch the life drain from their pathetic bodies as they’d squirm and writhe in pain. Begging for a bullet. But Miguel would take his time with them though, he was patient and knew better than to grant them a sliver of mercy. It was the only lesson his father ever taught him.

But that all would come in due time. Miguel was patient, capable of biding his time until his prey found themselves tangled in his web and unable to escape. But until then much like time, Miguel marched on; dragging a little corpse behind him.

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Weeks had since passed at this point, breezing through late spring and bleeding into early summer. The days after the mysterious brute entered Bellagino’s were tense, leaving Mr. Caparelli flighty and panicked. The stout little man could often be found pacing in the kitchen, muttering to himself with a distraught look painted on his face. You didn’t dare ask why he seemed so frightened since his ‘friend’ came to visit, mostly because you yourself seemed a little terrified of him as well. In lieu of your best efforts and his divine features, the man was cold and seemed pestered by your presence at your last encounter. Despite this though, you seem to find yourself staring at him more and more. Since the meeting with Bellaginos’ owner, Miguel had begun to visit the quaint little restaurant every other week or so.

Miguel couldn’t find the motive behind his actions truly. He raked his brain for an answer, disturbing the cobwebs in his head to try and understand why he had to mindlessly sit here and watch. Sit and watch this run down old restaurant like a dog. Sit and feel his shoulders slump as the soft hum began to tune out the buzzing in his mind. He’d come in and plop down at the same little table in the center of the room and the owner would bring him the same ice water with lemon.

For the first two weeks, he had attempted to convince himself it was purely to ensure that Caparelli wouldn’t run out on him. Sure, getting to watch the pretty little thing behind the register try not to stare was fun, but these were just business trips. What did it matter that he started coming in twice a week? What did it matter that he’d feel a twist of disappointment when he’d walk through the creaky little door and not see you in your usual spot because it was your day off? It was just business.

That is until finally he had no choice but to confront the truth. It came at him, sitting in his lap, oozing through his gut and making his stomach tie in knots. It made him nervous and queasy, forced to hide it all behind a stonewall mask. It felt foreign, his thoughts jumbled as he began to lose focus on it all.

‘There’s no way. It’s just work.. It’s just..’

It was a warm night in July and an unusually busy Friday evening at Bellagino’s, due in part to the ongoing festival at the Brooklyn Bridge Park. Fairy lights twinkled overhead in the outdoor dining area, each seat filled with couples and gaggles of laughing friends. Miguel almost didn’t recognize the place with it so full of life. The building had an unfamiliar glow to it that simply complimented it, turning it into the homely feel of a little Italian cottage. Turning his attention to the windows as he approached, he saw you, floating around tables with a smile on your face. His lips parted slightly as he watched you, glowing like an angel in the warm lights.

In your element, twirling to avoid guests with ease, plating food and drinks without spilling a drop. You moved with grace and poise, completely unbothered and confident. It was a complete parallel to how you acted when Miguel was there.

That’s when he felt it. A tugging at his chest and the tightening of his lungs as he held his breath. He could feel his heart thrumming as he stood there, starstruck. For the first time, it wasn’t just a subtle hum, it was a goddamn symphony. A cacophony of harmonious melodies blended together to form the tune playing behind his eyes as he gawked in awe. He couldn’t think straight, his own thoughts being muffled out and pulled to the back of his mind. Sweaty palms clenched into tight fists as he closed his eyes and tried to shake out the cotton filling his head.

‘Think O’Hara… Breathe dammit…’ he reminded himself.

A large hand brushed back loose curls as he inhaled slowly through his nose. He knew he couldn’t stand there staring at you all night like some love stricken fool. He forced himself to move, to draw closer to the siren that called his name without even knowing he was there. His knees buckled, faltering for only a moment as he approached the door. Pushing through, his nerves got the better of him for just a split second and his instincts slipped as his eyes merely tracked you throughout the bustling restaurant. Forgetting to duck his head like he usually did, the top of Miguel’s forehead smacked into the doorframe with a soft thud.

He winced, inhaling sharply as he stumbled inside for a moment. He grit his teeth, more so from annoyance rather than pain. He shut his eyes, hoping to drown out the throbbing at the front of his skull if he rubbed it hard enough. He was grateful that almost everyone else seemed too enveloped in their own mindless conversations to even notice he’d arrived.

Almost everyone.

Approaching Miguel, you looked up at him. His hulking frame would’ve been intimidating had it not been that he slouched a little as he held his head. For the first time since you met him, it made your eyebrows draw upward in concern.

“Sir, are you okay..?”

It took Miguel a moment to open his eyes, his scarlet irises glancing down at you. Slowly he took in the shape of you, nodding his head sheepishly as he swallowed. His hand fell away from his head as he tried to regain his composure. This had been the first time since your initial meeting that you’d spoken to him. Once again, that honey voice triggered the euphoric hum in the back of his mind. Once his gaze met your eyes, he felt his heart skip a beat. They were dazzling and full of genuine concern for him. The kind of eyes that men write poems and hymns about. Sweet irises that he could swim in, but he feared that if he dove in, he’d never come up for air. He’d never seen eyes like yours before. So awestruck that the only response he could give you was a low hum.

You looked down, feeling your bravery caught in your chest. Your eyes darted down to your feet and you cleared your throat, trying to remember the usual script you ran through when a customer arrived.

“R-Right, well… Table for one..?” You asked sheepishly, reaching for a menu. For a moment, Miguel feels his heart stutter. All the confidence you just had somehow managed to seep away in his presence. The way you kept your gaze glue to the floor made him frown, biting the inside of his cheek gently. He could feel the tension rising, an awkward wall you were starting to build. For half a second, Miguel felt a twinge of panic wash over him. He looked at you, searching your body for an out, a way to make things better, to make you less afraid. He swallowed thickly, scrambling his brain to try and think of something to say to lighten the mood or even make you laugh.

“Does it look like I’ve got anyone with me?”

‘Fuck.’

It comes out flat and sarcastic, not charming or teasing as he meant for it to. He internally cringes at himself as he sees the way you retract from him.

“Oh… yeah… Sorry, sir.” You mumble out and begin to guide him to his usual spot. The broken tone of your voice feels like a punch to the gut. A twist of his innards that has him wishing he could turn back time. He’s never been this awkward or nervous before. Usually his callous behavior is intentional and pointed, but now he feels it just makes him look like an ass.

“I’ll be right back to take your order…” Soft spoken and sweet, you place the menu down and walk away. Once seated, he pinches the bridge of his nose in self frustration, squeezing his eyes shut as he lets out an annoyed sigh. He’s never been like this before, never been this much of a mess because of a woman. Usually his suave and charming nature takes over and he’s able to seduce anyone he damn well pleases, but for some unknown reason; you broke him. He groans quietly and shakes his head slowly, feeling the butterflies now pooling in his stomach.

‘Aye carajo, get a hold of yourself..’

It feels like his brain is on fire, criticizing every way the interaction went wrong. He feels his gut twist, pinching his nose with enough force that it starts to hurt and his knuckles turn white. The throbbing only continued as his frustration grew. His face practically morphs into a snarl as he sits and waits. Opening his eyes, he glares down at the menu before him, a pleather bound book with the edges peeling away. He tries to refocus his attention on literally anything else than his blundering attempt at conversation.

Miguel is left grumbling to himself when you return to his side. Silently you place a glass of ice water with a lemon wedge bobbing about the glass beside him. Fear beats quickly along side your heart as you wordlessly reach out your other hand, gently clutching a crude ice pack. It was nothing extraordinary, a little sandwich baggie filled with ice chips and wrapped loosely in paper towel. It’s placed on the table beside the water with care. Miguel eyes it for a moment. He feels his stomach twist again but this time its a different feeling. It flutters and it’s soft with smoother edges than before. His cheeks just hardly flush a softly pink as his features remain contorted into a grimace. Without turning his head more than two inches, he looks at you from the corner of his eye. Your eyes are once again glued to your feet, trembling hands reaching to the pen and notepad tucked int your apron. With your head down and your nose nearly buried to the paper of the little booklet, Miguel can’t see the heat that’s spread across your face.

“A-Are you ready to order..?” You squeak out in a voice hardly above a whisper.

Miguel swallows, clearing his throat as he lifts his head. The pink on his cheeks is beginning to darken as your gaze peers over your little notepad and into his crimson eyes. His face melts from frustration, his brows furrowing just a little as he stares back, trying to remember his words.

“No.. I.. Just the water is fine.” He manages to force out. His hands are absently pulling at the cheap white fabric tablecloth as he looks at you. He swears that if he could freeze time at this moment, he would. The way your gaze softens as you look at him, has him biting his tongue just hardly. The butterflies are flapping wildly about in his stomach. Miguel’s canines dig into the tender flesh as he tries to ground himself, distract himself from how pretty those lashes would flutter as he forced you to look up at him from your knees. Would you let him hold your face still while he pounds into you- he wonders.

Your eyes flit back down to your book and you nod your head.

“Y-Yes sir. If you need anything, j-just call for me.” You hold the little name badge pinned to your chest for him as if he hadn’t eyed it the first twelve times he came in to watch you work. With that, you turn on your heel and leave him. Scurrying to another table while Miguel is left merely watching.

The subtle throbbing beats against his head like a drum before he glances down at the icepack you brought over. It feels so tiny in his hand. He lets out a little groan as he presses the baggie to his forehead, relishing in the relief it just barely provides. He can’t help the smile halfheartedly pulling at the corners of his mouth as he sits there.

‘She really didn’t have to do that…’

But he hardly has a chance to bask in his appreciation when he hears it, just barely audible amongst the chatter.

“Aww c’mon sweet’art. I bet I could show ya a real good time.” The man drawls out, clearly drunk from the second pitcher of sangria he and his buddies were splitting. He’s got a toothy and sloshed grin spread across his face as his hand glides up the back of your thigh. You look mortified, eyes silently screaming for help.

Miguel feels his lip twitch as he rises up from his seat.

“S-Sir please stop..” You squeak out, too quiet for the pickled bastard to hear or care. His hand is pulling back, gearing up for a smack, when suddenly a wide tan palm wraps itself around his wrist. It’s grip is tight and overwhelming when Miguel yanks, nearly dragging the drunk out to the ground in the process.

“No la toques, pendejo.” Miguels spits with venom as he twists the man’s arm. The usual hum that played in your presence was washed out by his rage. No one should be allowed to touch you, especially not some wasted shithead. Gritting his teeth, Miguel has to remind himself that he’s in public. Eyes fly to watch the scene unfold. He grumbles lowly as the man cries out in pain before Miguel practically tosses him back into his seat. He scrambles, nearly falling out of his chair to get back from you and Miguel.

With parted lips, a little gasp escapes you. Miguel feels his conscience flooding in as he looks back at you. Wordlessly, he jerks his head towards the door and starts heading for the exit. His eyes are cold, commanding almost. He grumbles something out loud to Caparelli about leaving in Spanish as his grasp nearly tears the creaky little door off it’s hinges. His eyes trace over you once more before he turns his back on you and lets out a gruff, “C’mon.”

Sticking close behind, you slip out the door as he holds it open.

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The night air is warm, the remnants of the summer heatwave still staining Nueva York. It’s mostly quiet aside from the drone of car engines as they pass by. You’re silently keeping pace with Miguel, feeling your chest rattle from the whole interaction. Frightened, confused, and over in a flash. It makes you ball your hands into tight little fists, frustration quietly bubbling up in your chest. In that moment, you froze, retracting into your shell in the hopes that you could avoid confrontation all together. You’re biting back tears as they prick at the corners of your eyes. Your mind is brewing with what ifs and how badly it could’ve gone when suddenly, his voice pulls you from your thoughts. It’s low and sultry with the fleeting taste of a Spanish accent. You couldn’t really hear the words coming out of his mouth, too busy being lulled by the sound of him. You jerk your attention to him, eyeing his lips for a moment before forcing your gaze to meet his.

“Hm?” Is all you can manage.

“I said, do you live around here?” His voice cuts through, fully grounding you and bringing you back to the present.

“O-Oh.. yea. About five blocks thata way.” You tip your head to the left. “I can just walk.”

Miguel nods his head before starting to lead the way down 48th street. You open your mouth to protest his accompaniment but let the words die in your throat. Walking side by side with your head down, you could only let your thoughts wash over you again.

Miguel lumbered on the side of the concrete closest to the street, grumbling as he kept his eyes forward. Loathing boiled inside his stomach, frothing from his mouth in a string of Spanish curses and death threats.

“If I ever see that fucker again, I swear… Llevaré su piel como un abrigo.” He growled to himself, plotting and mentally preparing for the literal hell that he was going to drag that stranger through. His fists were clenched tightly at his side, burning white until he heard a soft sniffle. Pulling himself away from his thoughts, he turned his head to face you.

Your eyes were still glued to the sidewalk beneath you, tears rolling down ruddy cheeks despite how hard you tried to keep them from spilling. The quiet sounds you made were a result of the runny nose that accompanied your tears. It all just felt so overwhelming, so scary. In a moment of quiet and scarce vulnerability, you tried to be brave. But it was so so hard.

Miguel felt his heart sink in his chest. Thoughts of annihilation and revenge washed away. Softened eyes stared down at you silently as he tried to form the right words to say to you to make the pain and fear melt away. But he couldn’t. Miguel was all too aware of the fact that he lacked the necessary eloquence. It pained him to see you trying to bottle it all up. His teeth sunk into his cheek as he scrambled internally. Finally, he loosened his tightly balled fist, letting it hang limp.

Rough, large knuckles brushed up against the back of your dainty hand. The gentle ghost of a caress, hardly grazing your flesh, almost like he was afraid you’d shatter. Warmth radiated off his hand as once again, it swept across your skin, featherlight. Your head lifted, attempting to gaze up at Miguel, but by this time, he’d turned his head away from you in a shallow attempt to hide his growing blush. Whether it had been due to your tear-blurred eyes or your own volition, you stepped hardly an inch closer to the giant, a faint smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

The rest of the trek back to your shabby apartment was quiet, muted were the sounds of Miguel’s grumbling. They were drowned out by the sounds of your indistinct humming. It was nearly impossible to hear, but it was the only thing Miguel could focus on as the two of you passed through your neighborhood. Entering a large, ten-story building, Miguel was only able to remember where he was in the flickering yellow lights of the hall to your apartment door.

Standing before your apartment, he swallowed thickly. Palms sweaty and the hair on the back of his neck standing on edge as you turned your back on him to unlock the door. You looked so small, so delicate, and so fucking pretty. He felt his heart race in his chest, nearly forgetting all together the events of nearly twenty minutes ago. Right now he just wanted to come inside with you and hold you in his arms. He wanted your body pressed against his chest, lulling him to sleep in the comfort of your bed. He wondered if those sheets smelled as sweet as you did, felt as soft to the touch. He tried to wondered if he’d prefer to rest his head amongst your pillows or your thighs, but he already knew the answer.

‘Please… please let me come in cariño… let me make you feel better… let me take care of you, just for tonight…’ he prayed to himself as he watched you open the door with caution.

Doe eyes stared up at him as his lips parted to speak. Just your gaze forced him mute. Rubbing the tears from your cheeks and smiling up at him with warmth and fondness, he thought he was going to fall to his knees right then and there.

“Thank you.. I-I really appreciate everything, sir.” You said gently, hardly above a whisper. It made Miguel savor your voice. The way it made his brain tingle and swim felt better than any liquor he’s ever had. He wanted to hear more of you, but more than anything he wanted to hear you say his name.

“It was no trouble at all. But please chula, from now on just call me Miguel…” He tried to offer the same warm smile you did but could hardly manage anything more than a sweet little smirk. Despite his expression though, you could see the light in his eyes. It was dull and flickering, but it was there, growing. You nodded your head and gave an airy half chuckle.

“Heh okay… Well then, good night… Miguel.” You spoke in the sweetest tone you could manage. Miguel felt a shiver travel down his spine. His cheeks flushed lightly and he swore he could feel his heart pounding behind his eyes. The way his name fell from your tongue made him weak and practically feral. For a moment he considered sweeping you off your feet and fucking you into the couch just so he could hear you say his name like that again. But instead he stood there, attempting to bite back his animalistic urges with his canines as you began to slip into your apartment. The door gently closed as he watched, standing there and thinking about all the ways he’d make you scream his name.

He tries to shake the thought loose but can’t. He can’t stop thinking about how sweet and obedient you’d be. How much you make his heart flutter and how crazy it drives him. Miguel feels a stirring in his chest, a queasiness that makes him feel sick for a moment as reality strolls back in. The fires of rage being stoked once more in your absence as he remembers what brought him to your apartment in the first place.

He can practically already taste blood on his tongue when he recalls the drunk from the restaurant. How terrified he made you, how something worse could’ve happened had Miguel not’ve been there. Through the haze of his anger he makes a decision, you’ll never be without protection again. He’ll always make sure you’re safe, constantly under the watchful eye of the family. Fuck if he could, he’d guard you himself, day and night.

No matter what or how, he’d keep you safe from the scum that roamed this city. He wouldn’t let the only pure thing in his life be tainted or taken away. Not again. God forbid anything did happen to you, Miguel would have to burn the whole city to the ground.

From that day forth, whenever he couldn’t watch over you himself Miguel would have one of his Spider’s watching over you. Jess or Ben would be the one’s usually sitting in an unmarked vehicle outside of Bellagino’s, stalking in the shadows to make sure you got home safe, reporting back to Miguel as he worked.

For a short while it satisfied him. That is until one night Jess reported she saw you opening the door for some friends, ushering them inside with glee as they carried bottles of wine and board games. Jess tried to explain it was fine, beyond normal even. But Miguel didn’t care. In fact he’d stopped listening to her the moment she said there was a man amongst the group of 4 that were permitted entry. Who the fuck was he? Why did he get to be so close to you? Jealousy washed over him, filling him to the brim.

‘It’s just for her protection…’ that’s what he told himself. Over and over again. Even when he had Peter install the little devices inside your house, while you were off at work. Miguel felt a tinge of guilt, sitting and watching you work with a smile on your face from his table. Meanwhile hidden surveillance cameras were being put in your bedroom, your kitchen, your bathroom, and your living room. It ate at him a little that he worried so much. But how could he not? He couldn’t let anything bad happen to you. This was for your safety, he knew better than to let you out of his sight. The last time he wasn’t watching carefully enough, it cost him… her.

No. He wouldn’t bury another person he cared about. Not when he had the power to do something about it this time. Not when you just started to warm up to him. You finally started to look him in the eye when he sat down at his usual spot. You finally started to smile at him and bless him with that angelic laugh. You started to loosen up and even stop and chat for a few minutes. Once on your break, you just sat and talked to him for the whole thirty minutes, telling him about your day and terrible jokes you thought he might like. All just to see him smile and laugh back at you. He couldn’t just let you slip away. Not when he knew what he’d do if he lost you.

As little as you knew it, you were holding his shattering mind together, keeping him from falling apart. If only you understood how much he needed you.

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Time never stops. It marches on, dragging the corpse of yesterday behind it. Time never ceases and neither does the on going beating of hearts and whispers of hope that pray for a better tomorrow. With time came its companion, decay. A mysterious creature that made room in the world for new hope and potential. Miguel didn’t always enjoy time’s passage, nor did he adore it’s companion decay. But with the two, a third party marched, carrying a flag of promise and beauty. With time and decay, tread growth. A glorious and shining ray for tomorrow, growth lit a path for time, giving way for hope.

Everyday that he saw your glowing face, he could feel his heart beating and mending, little by little.

But Miguel was patient, slowly learning to accept time and the company it kept. He knew to bide his time and earn your trust. He knew that with time, you’d be his.

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[vampykween]

heaven is here

18+ mdni! vampire!price x f!reader | vampire!au masterlist

the first time you let price touch you, you begin to really understand how people develop stockholm syndrome because good fucking lord does he treat you right.

when your captor had come with breakfast this morning, there was a devious glint in his eyes as he stuffed you full with pastries and fruits.

“‘ve got another treat you for pet,” he purrs. the sound of his smooth amber voice reverberates through you and lights you up inside.

“a treat? what kind of treat?” you’re scanning the surroundings near him, but aren’t able to get a glimpse of anything unusual. price doesn’t answer your question, instead responds by pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. you let out a soft gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, licking into you fervently. when he finally pulls away the a trail of slick spit lingering between your plump lips. his thumb drags through the wetness,prods at your bottom lip, you open obediently for him. he thrusts his thick digits into your mouth, hitting your throat effectively making you slobber around his fingers.

“such a good girl, my pretty pet. i won’t spoil your treat, but next time it’ll be my cock fucking deep into your throat.” you let out a loud groan far too pleased with the idea of the creature using the tight, wetness of your throat to satisfy himself.

the vampire uses his other hand to push you flat onto your back and with his spit slick fingers; he trails down the expanse of your body, pressing soft kisses as he works his way towards the softness of your belly.

the feeling of his beard scratches at you and as soon as you allow yourself to focus on it further, you’re gasping aloud as he licks over your clothed cunt.

“i know i said i had a treat for you, but this is also a treat for me. from the moment i saw you, i knew i wouldn’t rest until i’d had a taste of you,” price purrs as he hooks his fingers into the delicate lace of your panties, dragging down your legs.

“wait- wait, sir i’ve never…you know," you wave your hand in an attempt to get him to catch your drift.

“never what?” he quirks his eyebrows at you, until he understands what you mean. “oh poor little thing, no one’s ever eaten your pretty little pussy before?”

before you have a chance to even respond you feel price drag his forefinger through your slick folds exposing you to him completely. you feel on display like this, your most intimate parts spread open for him like you’re a gilded book propped up for everyone to admire. your lover presses a chaste kiss to your clit and soon follows it with slow, languid licks until your writhing against his face. your hand releases it’s death grip on your blanket and finds it’s way into the tresses of price’s dark hair.

“oh- oh my god, sir. it feels so…”

the rest of your words die in your throat as he takes your praise as a sign to up the ante. he begins to lick into your cunt reverently, like he’s worshipping the most divine goddess. the ferocity in which he was lapping at your cunt and the vibrations of his groaning shooting through you solidified his early statement. you’ve never felt so wanted before, your ex had used sex as his own personal release; the moment he was finished then so were you. but now you’re lying in a grandiose bed, tangled in sheets with a thread count higher than you knew even existed, and had a blood thirsty creature burying his face in your cunt.

just when you think the pleasure can’t get any better you feel the thickness of price’s fingers prodding at your entrance. he swipes them through your dripping arousal until your grips on his hair tightens in a silent command of fuck me already please.

he clicks his tongue and looks up at you. “use your words pet. what do you want hmm?”

good lord you were going to die. you were sure of it. the sight of the bearded man was even more alluring as your slick glistened on his face in the morning light, and the devilish smirk he was giving you wasn’t helping any either. you swallow thickly and gather the courage to beg for what you wanted. no needed.

“please…please sir, i need you to fuck me.”

“so good bunny. your wish is my command.”

your lover shows you no mercy and fills you with three of his thick digits and the stretch burns momentarily but you can’t help but love it. he sets a fast and brutal pace, clearly eager to bring you to the edge and it works perfectly. you cry out as he tongues your clit relentlessly as his fingers slide in and out of you deliciously. your entire body grows hot as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. your chest is heaving from the breaths sawing in and out of your lungs as you try to recover from the intense pleasure you’ve just experienced.

the vampire crawls up your body and cups your face in one of his hands. “did you enjoy your treat pet?” you nod your head deliriously and you’re sure you look absolutely debauched. “hmm good. i certainly did. in fact, why don’t you have a taste too.” it wasn’t a question, you knew that and when he brings his cum soaked fingers towards your lips you open obediently and suck them into your mouth. the taste is tangy and heady, but you moan anyway because you were a good pet, grateful for anything sir gave you.

price’s head moves away from you until he’s met with the expanse of your neck and sucks at it fiercely. you think he’s simply marking you up, until you feel the sharp prick of the tip of his fangs. you gasp noisily and your hand flies to press his head farther in your neck. much to your dismay he doesn’t bite further and simply pulls away from you.

“not yet, pet. i want my cock buried deep inside you when i drink from you.”

oh. you blush sheepishly at his words. it’s not that he’s never drank from you before, him and ghost have plenty of times, but you sense that the sensation must be different when it’s sensual and not for nourishment.

“i would really like that sir,” you whisper in the quiet of the room. the vampire offers no verbal response, but rather tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and scoops you up bridal style. when you give him an incredulous look and denman he put you back down, he tuts at you and says he has to clean his bunny up.

#mic writes #vampire!price x reader #john price x f!reader #john price x reader smut #john price smut #vampire!price #vampire!au #if this reads like it took me weeks to finish shh no it doesn't

[queenof-curses]

A Queen's Court

True Form Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sukuna gets riled up seeing you kill in his domain.

A/n: This is a part II to The Birth of a Queen. It can be read a standalone though ;)

Tags: Minors DNI!! Explicit, Monster loving, Nasty Sex, Romantic Feelings, More Soft Dom Sukuna, Praise, DP, Size Diff.

Masterlist | More Jujutsu Kaisen

Read part I here!

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Power incarnate. That’s how strong you felt. As soon as you awoke you could feel it flow through your veins. 

A Queen. A Ruler. A Goddess. 

His Goddess. His Co-ruler. His Queen. 

Sukuna.

That night he gave you a gift. A gift of life, of love, leisure, and most importantly: death. 

You look down upon the pathetic curse that dared to enter your domain. Our Domain, you thought. How dare they.

Power ripples from your throne. Down the dias, along the steps, it reaches out towards the pitiful man standing inside your court. He had the fucking nerve. Disgusting, weak creatures, you thought. 

He cowers in fear under your gaze. 

“You were so confident… popping into our domain, thinking you had the audacity to ask MY KING a favor?!” You boasted to him. 

Your laugh was maniacal, the power seeping from you was immense. You could see it clearly, black like liquid death. It rose up from the pool of blood the man stood in. He didn’t know what to think next, so focused on your bloodlust eyes, he didn’t even notice the black tendrils climb up his body, squeezing him tight in a grip of death. You hold your fist up, showing him a cruel smile upon your lips.

“One little squeeze and it's all over.” You tease, taunting him with your hand raised.

Next to you, Sukuna shifts. Once relaxing back with a leg crossed over his lap, he now sits forward with his eyes glued to your form next to him. Curious to know what you’ll do next, he knows he wants you to squeeze. He wants to watch your devious smile turn into a laugh as you both watch the pathetic creature writhe in pain, life leaving his body. The thought of it makes him hard. He loves you like this, watching those that trespass into your territory lose their lives in the crudest of ways. You were always one for torture, a perfect partner for him. Those that entered the domain always undermined you, thinking you were weak, like some sort of pet he kept around. Oh no, he thought, you were so much more than that. You were his true equal, in both power and life. Trespassers thought of you as easy, that you would give them what they wanted. They were oh so very wrong about that.

“I’m tired of this conversation,” you said aloud, interrupting Sukuna’s thoughts. “Perish.” 

You clenched your fist and the black death struck the man in front of the dias. Sukuna reaches over to your twin throne, turning your palm up to mindlessly play with your fingers as you both watch life leave the man’s eyes. His screams turn into quiet whimpers, then nothing at all after a few minutes.

Silence surrounds you both, the intimacy of it all being soaked in. The bloodlust between the two of you turning into sexual energy. Sukuna grips the hand he touches, growling as he could smell your arousal. 

You gasp, looking over to him and admiring him in earnest. His pink hair, his strong and lean body. As you lock eyes, you watch as he inhales deeply. The scars from under his human eyes open up, revealing another set of smaller red eyes. You smile, knowing what happens next.

The grip on your hands doesn’t soften as you feel his change begin. Lean muscles start to bulge as you watch your king grow another 3 feet in height. If his throne wasn’t reinforced with curse energy, it would have shattered. His black markings stretch out over his wide chest and shoulders. Another set of arms grow from under the other ones, each just as big and burly as the former. He was huge and you absolutely loved it. 

You continued watching with a simple smile plastered on your face, your eyes were so big that they reflected the monster in front of you. With his transformation complete, Sukuna stands, taking your hand to lead you off your own throne.

“Always the gentleman, my King.” You look up at him, grinning.

“It’s Daddy now, Pet,” Sukuna demands. His tone was clipped, indicating that he was done playing.

Your smile only grows as he lifts you bridal style in his lower set of arms, your black sheer dress flowing beneath your body. “Yes Daddy,” you answer. 

He walks the both of you around the thrones and behind the dais, back to the bedroom where you originally received a part of his power. The black bed looming, memories of that night only making you wet in anticipation. 

Sukuna can smell your arousal, “Are you thinking of it, little pet? My cock impaling you and filling you up with my essence?”

“Y-Yes Sir,” you answer, rubbing your thighs together. He walks over to the large bed and places you down on top of the soft silk sheets.

He couldn’t deny it, he was thinking about it too. Your tight little hole stretched for him, his dicks twitched in anticipation. He kneeled on the bed, leaning over you, locking you between his powerful thighs beneath him. He looked down at your form, so tiny compared to him, especially in this true version of himself. If it weren’t for your power, he could break you in an instant. But he knew you could handle him. In fact, you preferred him in this form, loving how small he makes you feel. 

He reached down to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, “You’re beautiful, Y/N. My Queen.” His voice is strong, confident. 

You look up at him with big eyes, tears swelling from the admiration of your King. “I love you,” you whisper. 

“I love you too.” Sukuna states. 

His hand is still gentle on your head, caressing the side of your face. Another comes to grip your neck, applying the lightest amount of pressure. “I also love fucking you, pet,” he adds, his gaze turning feral. His eyes were malicious as he squeezed your neck even harder. Almost, But not completely cutting your airway off.

You smile back at that, letting out the smallest whimper as you gaze into his eyes. “Then do it,” you challenge. 

A slap comes down upon your face from a third hand. You love the sting that comes with it. “I’m not in the mood for brats, ask nicely and maybe I will.” He says as he massages the now tender spot on your face.

The teasing was already becoming too much. “Please fuck me, Daddy.” You pleaded, looking at him with big eyes and pouty lips.

“That’s more like it… In due time, my Queen.” He caresses your bottom lip.

Leaning back up, he keeps you caged beneath his large body, kneeling on the bed under you. A perfect view of his manhood meets your eyes as he removes his robes in front of you. He slides the robe off and throws it on the floor next to the bed, revealing his two perfectly swollen cocks. One right on top of the other. Your eyes go wide, you look up at him, silently asking for his permission.

He smirks down at you, “Go ahead, pet.” 

You reach out at the lower of the two, grasping its base, your hand barely fitting around it. Already slick with precum, you move your hand along his shaft, earning a hiss of appreciation out of him. Your eyes never leaving his, you place a soft kiss on the head of his lower cock, tongue swiping out to collect the precum oozing from its slit. Sukuna looked down at you. The scene was so erotic, it makes his other dick twitch. Catching your attention, you take the head of his second cock in your mouth, swirling the tip and suckling loudly, as both your hands please his lower member. 

Sukuna moans, “Fuck princess.. Just like that baby.”

You work his cocks in earnest, fisting his lower member and sucking his other one, savoring the taste of salty precum as it coats the inside of your mouth. You feel a hand on the back of your head, gripping your hair in a fist and guiding your mouth along his stiff shaft. He bucks his hips, enjoying the softness of your throat. “You like it when I fuck your face, baby?” You answer in muffled moans. “You love it, you little slut. You want me to fuck your throat?” He asks, staring down and your messy face. 

You moan outloud, giving up your control as he takes your head in two hands to drive his cock in and out of your mouth, fucking your face as cum and saliva mix and drip down your chin. Your hands are squeezed together, acting as another hole and pleasing his lower shaft. “Such a messy slut, you love it though. I bet you’re so fucking wet,” he growls. 

He was right. You could feel yourself drip on the sheets, pussy clenching around nothing. Desperately wishing he would fuck you soon, you look up at him through your eyelashes, squeezing your lips around dick. 

With one final thrust he holds his cock deep in your throat, relishing the sounds of you choking on his huge member. The gurgling noises were like music to his ears. He eases on his grip and pulls out of your mouth, saliva and cum smearing your face.

“Look at you, so pretty just like that…'' he states. Noticing your pout, he pats your cheeks, wiping tears away. “Don’t look at me like that, princess. I’m saving my cum just for your special little holes tonight.” Your eyes widen at that. You hate to admit it, but you loved being filled up by him. Love the way his essence leaks from your holes hours after the two of you finish. The thought made you even wetter.

Sukuna suddenly lifts himself from on top of you, only to rip your dress off your body in the process. Never one to wear underthings inside the domain, his eyes go feral at seeing you bared in front of him. You take the opportunity to bring your knees up and lean back on your elbows. Opening your legs to him, you show him just how exciting you’ve come to be. Your nipples were perked up, tiny buds standing straight and begging to be bit. Your cunt was glistening in the low light. The growls he gives goes straight to your core. You know you’re dripping wet at this point, and your legs separate even more to present yourself to him like a gift. 

“You wicked little thing,” he comments as he brings a hand to your pussy, rubbing his palm against your center. 

Something large and warm plays with your lower lips, separating them as you moan at the unexpected intrusion. “Oh fuck!” you yelp, bucking your hips. A trick you were used to, but feels amazing every time. The mouth on his palm toys with your cunt, tempting your hole and then moving up to circle your clit. Edging you on, Sukuna watches as you write under his tongue. 

Moving too much for his liking, he takes two arms to hold your hands over your head. Forcing your eyes upon his, he watches as his tongue toys with your clit slowly, applying the perfect amount of pressure to bring you close to your orgasm.

“Please… Daddy, please!” You begin to beg.

“Please what, Pet?” He answers, a cruel smile on his face as he stops suckling on your bud.

“I need to cum… please, let me cum sir!” You're melting under his gaze, the speed of his tongue suddenly picks up and you throw your head back in bliss. It was perfect. 

“Cum on my fucking hand, little pet. I want to taste you.”

Finally answering your pleas, his fourth arm snakes down to your slit, fingers toying up and down to collect your juices. Just as you were about to beg again, he sinks two large fingers deep into your cunt. “Ah…fuck, it feels so good!” You respond.

His fingers drive in and out of you at a fast pace. Sukuna’s wet, warm tongue was toying with your little bud of nerves. It was all enough to send you over. You cry out as you cream on his hands, your taste so sweet on his lips. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body shakes as he fingerfucks you through your release, relishing the way your body tightens around him, practically begging for his cock in you. 

Coming down from your high, you knew it was unlike him to allow you a moment of rest when he is in this form. Taking your body in a set of arms he flips you over on the bed. Your legs still like jelly, he maneuvers them in the position he wants you in. Knees spread wide, he arranges your body on all fours facing away from him.

“Stay still pet, I love you like this.” He leans to whisper in your ear.

It has you breaking out in goosebump. Whimpering under his gaze, you mindlessly shift from side to side. 

*Slap*

It echoes across the room, your ass jiggles from the intensity. “Fuck…” you say breathlessley. 

“I said keep still, brat.” 

“Sorry Daddy,” you reply. 

He holds your hips still in a set of hands, pushing your ass cheeks apart to give him a complete view of your hole. He cracks a smile as he notices your asshole twitching in anticipation. You knew what was coming next. You trusted him completely.

Taking two fingers, he sinks them back into your waiting cunt and you moan out. Massaging your insides, he collects as much of your nectar as he can and trails it up to your asshole. Noticing you tense up, a mouth suddenly appears at one of the hands on your hips, warm and welcoming. Littering kisses and marks that he knows you’ll wear with pride. 

“Relax, my Queen,” he reminds you.

It’s all he has to say for you to obey, sinking your front half down to give him better access to both your holes. He circles your puckered hole with wet fingers before slowly inserting one inside. You moan at the intrusion, relishing the slight pain it gives you. Sting morphs into pleasure as you quickly adjust and welcome in a second finger. Rocking back into his hand, he growls at your eagerness. It felt so good, him toying with you. Your pleasure was increasing as you thought about him impaling his cock in you.

Loving the way you moan for him, Sukuna grips your hips tighter as he watches you fuck your asshole on his hand. A rumble sounds from his chest as he pulls his fingers away from you. Pushing your head deep into the mattress, he’s done waiting and preparing you. He needs to fuck you now. 

“So eager for me, princess. I’m going to fuck you now; fill both your holes up for you. That’s what you want, isn’t it you little slut?”

You could only moan in response, too far gone to think straight. You can only think of him ramming his cocks in your holes, wanting him to coat you in his cum. 

With one hand holding your head down, he guides both members to your entrances. Not bothering to enter one at a time, no, he thinks, my little slut wants both her holes filled now. He grins down at you.

He stretches both your holes open onto his dripping cocks, both large and equal in size, he knows how much you love the pain that accompanies them. Your moans fill the room, feeling yourself open up for your King, your wetness mixing with his precum making it easier. He slowly sinks the heads in, watching himself disappear inside of you.

Inch by inch, you can feel the stretch in your pussy, the pressure on your asshole. You're a moaning mess underneath him.

“That’s it, Y/N, you take me so well. That’s it, babygirl, keep going.” He encourages your body as he works both your holes open for himself. Another inch or so and he’s completely seated inside of you.

You felt incredibly full, his two huge cocks filling you up, each well over 10 inches. Taking your hips, he pulls out only to snap his hips back into place, meeting yours with a loud slap. 

“Fuck!” you cry out, tears welling in your eyes. It feels so good, the pain mingling with pleasure as Sukuna pulls out again, snapping his hips against yours in a hard, steady pace. He watches as your ass bounces from the force.

He growls out in his own pleasure, “Y/n baby, you’re fucking gripping me.” He reaches down and cups your breasts in each of his hands. One hand toys with your nipples, a mouth occasionally appearing to nibble on your perked bud. The other squeezes your tit in appreciation, loving your softness to his hard body.

His pace picks up, driving in and out of your holes, your cunt clenching around one member as your asshole grips the other not wanting to let go. You felt incredibly full, loving the way he presses into you deeply. The slaps get louder and he drills himself in and out of you, wet sounds squelching from your weeping cunt. He fucking loved how tight you were, always so ready to please him in whatever way he wanted.

Of course you wanted to please him, as he loved pleasing you. Wicked little thing, he thought. 

He grabs your hair and pulls, earning a loud groan from you and arching your back even more. Your ass bouncing from the force of his fat cocks. He’s mesmerized with the view. He leans down and spits on your asshole, the sound lewd as he watches it mix with both your juices.

In and out, his cocks drive you insane. His grip pulling your hair tight, your whole body being rocked forward from his wanton thrusts, your breasts bouncing in beat. He releases your hips, pulling you completely up by your hair. You cry out, your back meeting his front. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you just yet my little cocksleve. I said I was going to fill you up, and I plan on it.” He growls into your ear, a tongue poking out to play with your lobe. He nibbles it and kisses down your neck. His hot breaths make your pussy clench around him, you loved how erotic he was. How demanding he became. How cruel he could fuck you. 

He pushes you off of him and his cocks, and you whimper at the loss of contact. Flipping you to face him he picks you up like a ragdoll. He was huge in his monster form, and you fucking loved it. Wrapping your arms up and around his neck, your eyes widened as he drove his cocks back into you. This position deep, his angle brushing against that swollen bundle of nerves. The sensation was perfect.

“Shit!” you cried out, wrapping your arms around him. Two hands came to rest on your hips, holding you to him. The others were on your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. He was opening your holes up for him even more, stretching you over his hard members. “Fuck! Please fuck me Daddy! Fill me up!” 

“You want me to breed your asshole and tiny cunt? Want me to fill you up until you're bloated with my seed?” He teases. His smile was cruel, but it only turned you on more.

“Yes! Please Sir! Breed me, Fill me up!” you screamed. You couldn’t take it, your orgasm approaching fast in this position. Sukuna knew it too. Knew he had the control of your release. 

He slowed his pace, leisurely thrusting in and out of you, only teasing your clit along his shaft. Your moaning is drawn out, morphing into cries for release.

“How bad does my little slut want it? Tell me. Tell me how much you love it.” He continued to slowly move you up and down his shafts, lightly pumping his hips and using you like a sleeve.

You look up at his face, his four eyes staring down at you, red and demanding. You felt so small in his arm, knew you’d do anything for this curse in front of you. Tears slip from your eyes. You were done for. Your orgasm was so close. Your final thread of control snapped. “PLEASE! Please Daddy! I need to cum. I want you to fuck the shit out of me. Fill me up, please please please!” You were a begging mess, it made his dicks twitch. He loved to watch you like this, so desperate and fucked dumb. 

“Anything for you, my Queen,” he says, softly. He places a light kiss on your forehead.

Driving up into you, Sukuna’s grip on your hips is bruising as he watches your tits bounce with the beat of his cocks. The slaps of your hips loud, the speed aggressive. You were screaming. His shaft toyed with your clit perfectly, finally sending you over the edge. Your asshole and pussy tightened on his members as you finished on him, coating his cocks in your release. 

“Fuck Princess, you’re milking my fucking cocks,” Sukuna groans out. His hips don’t let up, fucking you through your orgasm as he nears his own. His cocks twitch from your tightness, as they drive into you with reckless abandon. “Shit, take it all, my little slut,” he growls out, releasing his seed into your holes. 

You can feel his cum fill you up, coating your insides in a milky white liquid. You sigh out, loving the feeling he leaves you with. Holding his cocks in you, your holes extract every last drop. You feel the heat begin to seep out from where you are joined. Your eyes grow heavy, your body weak. You felt pleasantly full and sated.

You turn your head up, locking eyes with your King. He looks down at your tiny self in appreciation, grunting his praise. Pulling out, your holes leak onto the bed below you. Sukuna loved to see it, eyes wandering approvingly over your body that was marked and marred by him. 

“You’re beautiful like this, Y/N.” 

You giggle in response, already laying down across the bed. With your eyes cracked open, you watch as he shrinks back down to his man-like form. His second set of arms disappeared and his height decreased. Although you love his monster, his human form won’t take up all the space in the bed. You smile to yourself as you drift off to sleep, messy or not, you’ll worry about that later. 

“I love you, my King.”

“I love you too, now sleep.” 

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Aw, Rats!

Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

@obsessedwithtoomanythings here. I’ve given into my obsession with the man. The myth. The absolute fucking legend. Have 2000 words of tropes and cliches because Leon S. Kennedy DEMANDS tooth rotting fluff. Also takes place during Infinite Darkness because dilf leon is choking me.

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You didn’t like submarines. 

The metal structure around you groaned, reminding you of the literal tons of litres of water that waited just on the other side of the walls. One pinprick through that barrier, and life as you knew it could be over. Not to mention the endless depths absolutely full of weird creatures that could be lurking anywhere.

Zombies, you could handle. But the ocean? Fuuuuuuuck no.

Your foot tapped incessantly against the ground, echoing lightly throughout the room you stood in. It felt cramped - much like every other room in the submersible - with small, rounded walls that threatened to swallow you whole. One of the chairs squeaked across the room, and you lifted your gaze from the ground.

Leon stood to face you, reaching to swipe a stray hair from his forehead. In a second, you were fully distracted from your discomfort, your senses zeroing in on the man. His gaze caught yours, locking you in place as he reached for the hand you had just been picking at. With a brow raised, he brushed his thumb across the reddening skin of your knuckle, effectively stealing any remnant of breath you had.

“Gonna be okay there?” he asked, all low and husky. You blinked, your mind taking too long to process his words. Forcing a breath through your nostrils, you nodded your head, a little stiffer than usual.

“Just peachy. You know how much I love being confined in an underwater death trap.”

Hey. At least you were being half honest with him.

Leon masked his laugh with a long exhale, his lips quirking upwards. His thumb brushed over your knuckles again, your skin catching on the seam of his glove, and you had to swallow back another short burst of breath. 

“I’m never gonna be able to convince you that these things are not underwater death traps, but a perfectly safe method of transportation, am I?” he sighed, rolling his eyes in a playful manner. Your own lips twitched into a smile. 

“Nope. So when we end up dying in an underwater blaze, just know I’ll be blaming you,” you retorted, acutely aware of the grip he still had on your hand.

“Well we can’t have that,” he tutted, “Is there any way I can repay you for this atrocity I’ve committed?”

“You can pay for my therapy bills.”

“How about dinner instead?”

You blinked again, willing the heat that formed in your cheeks to disperse. As if he could read your mind, Leon smirked, leaning just a touch closer, enough so you could barely feel the breath from his nose dance across your face.

“Only if I get to pick the restaurant.” You cringed at your words. What kind of flirting was that?

And yet, a light blush covered Leon’s cheeks, and you wondered if the tone of your voice caught him off guard. It had come out slightly more husky than you’d expected. Leon’s lips parted, a sentence finally beginning to form on his tongue, when a sharp voice cut from behind you.

“Will you two just fuck already?”

If you thought you were blushing before, this would have been the next level.

You were sure your face grew as bright as Leon’s, his eyes widening as his gaze darted to your lips, ever so briefly. He cleared his throat, stepping back from you and swiftly exiting the room. Your face felt like it was on fire as your gaze slid to Shen Mei. Her lips curved into a devious smirk, watching as you stumbled for composure.

“What the hell?” You hissed, and she shrugged. Shrugged.

“We’re all thinking it,” she chuckled, eyeing you once again. “I know you’re thinking it.”

With a groan, you slid to the floor, not even bothering to find a chair. Why were you so obvious?

You hated this push and pull between the two of you. Leon Kennedy was a smart, capable man, fronting one impossible mission after the other. For someone who’d been through so much, to keep that playful attitude and those half-crooked grins… it drew your level of respect and affection for the man even higher. But you were merely a partner, another agent. Hell, you weren’t even one of the agents he chose to partake in extracurricular activities with.

But still. Leon was a good person, and like it or not, he had your heart. So you’d spend your days supporting him, watching his back and indulging in his banters and his flirting, no matter how much it ached in your chest. 

“He’s really got you fucked up, doesn’t he?” Shen Mei commented again, earning her another sharp glare. Of course, as an outsider it would be funny to see someone flounder and flail in their own pool of emotions. But to you, it was like you were drowning in them, facing wave after wave head-on. 

“Shuddup,” you mustered, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes before letting your hands run down your face. “‘m fine.”

She snorted, gesturing to the chair that looked so inviting across the other end of the metal table. It looked like an ass-shredder, but it had to be better than the floor. 

You lifted yourself from the floor, barely reaching a crouched position before a force on the ground sent you toppling forwards. Your forehead cracked off the edge of the table, sending a sharp stab of pain across your face. You faintly heard Shen Mei’s voice ringing out, and a hand across your shoulder. The sensation left just as quickly though, as the walls creaked around you and you found yourself pitching backwards, landing awkwardly on your spine. 

You blinked, stars dancing across your vision as the lights grew dark, replacing the world around you in a deep red hue. Bringing your hand up to your forehead, you groaned as your fingers grew damp. The table must have cut through your skin, as you surveyed the blood across your fingers, looking nearly black under the emergency lighting. 

The emergency lighting. 

Emergency.

“Shit!” you cursed, hauling yourself to your feet, only to stumble against the wall as a spell of dizziness consumed you. “Fuck.”

Blinking the stars away again, your stomach dropped at the empty room. Had Shen Mei left you? Just like that? A sense of unease settled in your chest, blending with a strange kind of hurt. Why would she have just left you?

You shook your head, rising unsteady to your feet. If there was something wrong with the sub, you needed to get the fuck out of there, with or without Shen Mei. Stumbling the first few steps, you kept a hand on the wall next to you as you exited the room.

It was strangely empty, the infinite darkness from the power outage creeping in on you. Something felt off. You took two steps to the left, hesitating on the third. With a glance in either direction, your stomach really started to turn.

Which way was out?

Your growing fear was amplified tenfold as a crash rang through the hall, followed by what sounded to be some sort of high pitched ringing. Squinting against the darkness, you strained to make out any shapes, ignoring the dull aching in your head, until-

“Leon? What are you- ARE THOSE RATS?”

You barely caught his gaze, watching his brows scrunch together at the sight of you, before his hand caught your wrist to drag you along with him, not even faltering in his pace. 

“Yep!” He cried, yanking you forward on unsteady feet. The sudden rush of movement sent your head spinning again, and you tripped against the ground, shuddering at the brush of fur against your ankles.

“Leon wait! I can’t-” you choked on nothing, hissing as another wave of pain coursed through your head. Stumbling again, Leon finally slowed his pace. His hand found your jaw, tilting your head towards him for a brief moment, and then he was guiding you behind him, unholstering his handgun.

In your daze, you barely processed the sharp gunshot that rang through the cabin. Nor did you notice the second one. Before you could blink, an arm was around your waist, hauling your feet off the ground with a jolt.

You blinked, senses slowly returning to you, only to realize you were dangling just above a mass of water, electricity and… dying rats. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around Leon, digging your nails into his jacket and curling your legs around him. He grunted at the movement, his arm tightening its hold against your waist. 

“Oh my God!” you cried, reaching a free arm to find your own grip on the structure he was dangling from. “Here- you’re gonna fall, get another grip on it!” Leon blinked, his gaze flickering from the water below to your expression, darting up again to what you assumed was a nasty gash across your forehead. 

“I’ll be fine,” he grunted, straining against your combined weight. “Don’t want you to lose your balance and fall.”

The swell in your heart was suppressed by your concern as he grumbled once more. You tried to ignore the pain as you supported more of your own weight, feeling Leon’s grip loosen only slightly to allow your adjustment. You watched his brows furrow and relax again, a heavy breath escaping his lips and fanning against the side of your cheek. You sucked in a breath of your own, willing the images of his lips out of your head. 

“That’s a nasty cut there,” he commented, as if there weren’t hundreds of rats burning to death just inches below your feet. “You okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” you parroted, at least somewhat unintentionally. He shot you a look, and you couldn’t help the twitch in your lips. “When the sub crashed or whatever I fell and clipped the table.” Leon nodded his head, his brows knitting together again.

“What about Shen Mei?”

“I dunno,” you gulped, letting your gaze fall to the side. It almost felt like his face was growing closer to yours. “She was there one second and gone the next. I think-” you sighed, your own brows knitting together. “I think she might have left me.”

Leon’s grip tightened on you, his expression hardening until it looked like stone. He glared daggers into the water that you were just beginning to realize had washed away. 

“Leon?”

His gaze found yours, expression softening ever so slightly.

“When we find her…” he trailed off. Though there wasn’t an obvious threat in his tone, you could still sense his distrust. There was a hardened edge to his voice, as if he were angry with something. As he stared off against the side of the sub, you cleared your throat, uttering his name once again.

“Hmm?”

“The water’s washed away,” you muttered, turning your attention back to the damp metallic flooring. Leon simply hummed again, hesitating in the moment with his arm still tight around your waist. It may have been the solid throbbing in the back of your head, or the fact that you’d literally just run away from a swarm of demonic rats, but it felt as though the energy changed between you. It grew thicker, more charged with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

After another beat, Leon finally muttered a warning, and you dropped your arms around his neck again as he let go of the bar above, landing steady on the ground beneath you. His arm slipped from your waist, his free hand reaching up to brace each of your arms as you swayed. 

In that moment you felt his breath against your cheeks again, sending a warm shudder down your spine. Glancing up, you were met with his intent stare, the shocking blue of his eyes glowing bright even in the dim, flashing red of the room. His gaze drew you in, and you didn’t realize you were leaning closer until your chests touched. 

“You okay?” he breathed, low and soft. His voice had an extra scratch to it, his hands tightening on your arms as yours fell to his waist. 

“Yeah-” Your voice cracked, and you cleared your throat, catching an amused glint flash in his eyes. “Yes, I’m okay. How about you, muscles?” 

Leon chuckled at your teasing, his stomach tightening as you poked at his abs. God, they were more defined than you’d been expecting, and your mouth grew a little dry.

“‘m good.” He reached up, his hand hovering over the sore spot on your forehead before brushing a few strands of hair away from the space. Your eyes fluttered shut, and in that moment, you felt his lips just barely brush across your temple. 

Cue the barrage of butterflies in your stomach.

“C’mon,” Leon took your hand, slowly breaking away from whatever embrace you’d been locked in. “Let’s go find those assholes that got us into this mess. I have some words I’d like to share.”

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[va-3]

Confessions

Masterlist

Joker:

Mr. J had taken notice of the music you seemed to dance a little to when you accompanied him to his club for business meetings, so he put a little something together for you. Late into the night, when the club's crowd was rowdiest, Joker invited you out onto the dance floor. Your favourite music blasted over the speakers and you couldn't help but drop your guard down and let loose. For hours you danced, but when you had grown tired and wished to return home, Joker caught you by the waist and kissed you like he was drowning and you were oxygen.

Captain Boomerang:

Digger and y/n had established a mutual liking for each other within a month and decided to "hang out" more often, as Digger had put it. Both persons, although they didn't openly admit, were crushing on one another and frequently looked forward to the weekly meetings. For y/n, it was a great breather after a long week of working beneath her feisty mafia boss. Arriving, for once, later than Digger, y/n spotted her drinking buddy sitting on the other side of the bar and decided to see how long it'd take him to notice her. Slipping into a seat, she caught some of his conversation with the bartender. 

"Mate, you ever been in love?" The bartender nodded his head and laughed, "Yes, and it's one hell of a ride. You got your eyes on someone?" 

Digger laughed and stared dreamily across the bar, stiffening a little when he saw y/n. Sucking in a breath and muttering "fuck it" under his breath, he pointed across the bar at y/n, "Right there."

Deadshot:

Another day, another mission to kill the infamous ass-hat that was y/n. Floyd sighed when his scope rested against his eye and he watched y/n slide her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and take a sip out of her drink, delivering a devious wink to him. Deciding against killing y/n for the thousandth time, he dropped his gun and shot a grapple above him to swing onto her porch. He landed without grace, but barely disturbed y/n's tanning. Greeting him quietly, y/n patted the second chair beside him. A recently made mojito sat on the table, like she'd been waiting for him(not that he doubted it). Floyd took a seat, and only a moment later y/n spoke up.

"Deadshot, I believe I've done something bad, but I'm not sure I care." He raised a questioning brow and turned his attention towards her and away from his mojito. "And what might that be?"

"I fell in love with you."

Diablo:

The gunfire in the air was getting thicker: hiding from the fight stopped being an option for the silent y/n. Chato watched as she stood and exhaled, her shoulders dropping. Darkness swirled around her feet slowly, becoming a shapeless creature behind her. Chato's panic began to rise the longer she stood in the open, in the middle of the gunfire drowning out his yells. Unable to sit any longer, he hopped up and yanked her back by her shoulder. She turned with a shocked expression that softened when she saw the concern in his eyes. 

"Chato, I love you, but you have to let me be a monster for a second."

Killer Croc:

y/n had been thrown across the plaza multiple times by Enchantress's larger brother, but every time she seemed to stand up with more energy than before. But when Waylon saw her go down, something in him broke a little. Why isn't she getting up? Barely avoiding being hit by the larger god, he slid through his legs and scooped y/n into his arms and ducked into the shadows. She was clearly unconscious, the large slash across her forehead ensuring that. Frantically he patted her face, trying but failing at waking her. Instead he cradled her face and put his forehead to her damaged one.

"Come on girl, don't go now..." Almost like she was listening, her eyes moved under her eyelids, and then opened, glistening with tears. She smiled happily and put her hand to his cheek, "Do you really care?"

"You're damn right I do." 

Harley Quinn:

Harleen had stopped coming in for sessions with y/n two weeks ago, and now she was giving up hope. Several other psychiatrists had been sent in to treat her, and every single one had left with their tail between their legs. y/n, for the first time in a long time, was genuinely upset. She missed Harleen's smile, and her ability to listen to her rambling. Now, she lie awake, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring across her room at the wall. Everything felt empty. You wanted to leave, and one way or another, you were going to. Ballpoint pen in hand, you raised it above your wrist...but the door opened. Your head snapped around and you beamed. In the doorway was Harleen—sure she looked more beat down and was clearly off her rocker, but your Harleen was back. 

"You're back!"

"Of course, I could never leave my girl behind."

June Moone:

Days with June never stopped being fun, but sometimes she just wanted out of the hotel room(as did you, but that is besides the point). The previous night you had suggested a classic movie to watch, but failed to mention that staying awake for the entire duration was almost impossible. Not even halfway through, June found you had slumped over the arm of the couch in a deep sleep. Not wanting to watch the movie without you, she took to sleeping as well, leaning against you. 

You were the first to awake, but it was not of natural cause. June was whimpering in her sleep, tears seeping through the fabric of your shirt where her face was rested. You instantly shook her awake, and cupped her face in your hands. Her eyes opened and gazed into yours, the room silent aside from sniffles. 

"What was it about?"

June didn't answer, she only pressed her lips against yours like you were going somewhere, anywhere, at any second. When she pulled away she rested her forehead against your shoulder.

"Never leave me, y/n..."

"It'll never be an option, I promise."

Enchantress:

From the start, Enchantress had been unable to stop staring at y/n's ethereality. And Enchantress's brother could see it. The way she stared when y/n took out human troops with the most beautiful display of power; it simply took her breath away. It wasn't until you were the one that needed help that she acted upon her crush. 

Helicopters, idiotically, had been consistently appearing in the sky, only to be struck down like gnats by y/n. But this time there were too many arriving to keep an eye on all at once. y/n was frantically casting beams of destruction at ships, but dodging their firing was getting far to difficult. Enchantress could see y/n's obvious exhaustion, and began to silently panic. Would her y/n be struck down? She shook the thought from her head and darted from the bottom of the building to the roof where y/n was attacking from. She arrived just in time to see y/n get hit in the side and cast to the ground. Screaming in fury and worry, Enchantress frantically shot down the remaining helicopters and scooped y/n up in her arms. 

"You're okay, you're okay," she whimpered, tracing you lips with her fingers. Golden blood seeped through her fingers, but in the opposite direction. y/n eyes opened and she smiled that dreamy smile of hers. 

"Yes, yes I am." 

Enchantress could do nothing but kiss her in that moment, because for once, she was speechless with gratitude.

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[blindmagdalena]

I was rereading the reader breaks up with homelander fic and it got me thinking 🤔 . What if homelander and his partner are hanging out or something and homelander is talking and his partner isn't paying attention or misunderstands him and thinks he's breaking up with them and they're like what? You aren't breaking up with me! You arent getting rid of me buddy that ship has sailed and there's no receipt! How would he react?

Homelander blinks several times. "What?" "It's not happening," you tell him, audibly swallowing a lump in your throat. He can smell your anxiety, and yet your head is tipped back in pure defiance.

He has to bite back the smile that threatens to form. Christ, you think he's dumping you. Admittedly, he probably could have phrased this whole plot of his better than I think we need a break.

"It's not?" He asks, carefully talking around his amusement, keeping his tone even.

"No," you say firmly. You take his hands, and knowing what he knows, he can't help but find the anxious purse of your lips deeply endearing. You always do that when you're trying not to cry. "We'll talk, and we'll-we'll figure out the problem," you say, squeezing his hands.

He almost feels bad keeping you on the hook like this, but fuck, you're so goddamn cute. "You think so?"

"Yeah," you say quietly, heart thudding loud and sweet in his ears. You sure got worked up quick. It's almost mesmerizing to watch how rapidly your demeanor falls into this frenzy, desperate to fix what isn't even broken. It's like yanking a direct line to seeing just how deeply you love him.

"Just... Just please don't... don't-" Your voice catches, eyes turning glassy.

Oop, too far. Now you really look like you're going to cry.

"Okay, okay, okay," he says, untangling his hands from yours so that he can pull you into his arms, stroking his hand up and down your back in firm, soothing sweeps. "It's alright, okay. I hear you. No vacation."

There's a long pause. He tries desperately not to laugh. Slowly, you press your hands to his chest, and lift your gaze to meet his. Your eyes narrow. "What?"

"You know, a break. I was thinking we could use a break, get out of the city. Check out Hawaii or Italy," he says, practically chewing each word. He can't keep the Cheshire cat grin off his mouth any longer.

Your jaw slowly drops. "You..." Even though he sees it coming a mile away, he does nothing to prevent you from whalloping your fist against his chest. "You evil man!" You gasp, striking his padded chest again. "You wicked beast! You creature!"

Homelander's outright cackling now, impervious to your strikes. He catches your wrists and yanks you into a gleeful kiss, humming a devious little purr against your lips. "C'mon," he rumbles. "You didn't really think I'd let you get away that easily, did you?"

"Stop kissing me, I'm kicking your ass," you say, stubbornly twisting in his grasp, kicking ineffectually at his shins. "You scared the shit out of me."

"I don't see how this is my fault," he says, backing you up against the wall, maneuvering both of your wrists into his one hand, pinning them above your head. His grin is downright wolfish. "You're the one jumping to conclusions."

"You said we needed a break!" You say, but when he presses his body against yours, you practically melt into it. He kisses you until you stop biting at his lips, until you cease those meager attempts to twist out of his iron clad grip. He kisses you until your heart beat settles, and you're kissing him back.

"Italy," you say, warm breath mingling with his.

"Hmm?" He hums, in a little daze all his own. He feels intoxicated by your visceral response, by your possessiveness and desperation to keep him.

"I want to go to Italy," you clarify, kissing him again.

He smiles.

"Anything you want, babe."

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #my writing #teehee #excuse me while i blush and kick my feet and giggle bc u were rereading one of my fics ghjkl

[dragonwritersblog]

I started this short bowuigi little mermaid au thing a few days ago as a little something to help me feel better cause my depression was basically being like ‘hey, wanna feel ten times worse than usual?’ It was to be a short little thing to self-indulge with, YET IT SOMEHOW IS OVER 5K WORDS, FUCKING HOW?!?!?!?!? Anyways, enjoy. (Edit, to the person who pointed out that Junior said Luigi's name before Bowser finds out, you're a real one and I just fixed it thanks xx).

In the surface land, Bowser is trying to get Princess Peach to marry him because he sees her as the ‘perfect bride’ for him to be happy but she’s not having it.

“Isn’t she lovely Kamek, her golden hair, the way she glides when she moves. Plus, she would be a perfect mother for Junior!”

“Sire, she threw a shoe at your head the last time you proposed to her.”

“…and?”

“Seriously Papa?”

Yeah, Kamek and Junior are starting to get sick of it.

Meanwhile, in the ocean, Mario and Luigi’s parents rule the seven seas. While Mario is more adventurous and outgoing, Luigi is more content to stay under the sea (you’re allowed to hate me for that terrible pun).

See, unlike Ariel, Luigi is deathly afraid of the surface land as he’s heard about all about the terrifying Bowser and what he’s willing to do to get what he wants to he wants to stay as far as possible from there.

“There’s nothing to be scared of Luigi, I’d be able to keep you safe if we were ever near the surface.”

“N-no way! W-what if B-Bowser’s there a-an-d-d gets mad a-at us f-or t-t-t-trespassing! I-I’ll be fine here with Ma and Pa.”

(Luigi also has long hair cause I’m a sucker for long-haired Luigi.)

Que King Boo, a ghostly underwater sea monster who wants to take over both the land and sea but isn’t powerful enough to do so. He knows that Luigi means a lot to his family, so he decides to pull a devious trick to distract them from their duties so he can take over the throne.

“Well, well, well, despite how much of a cowardly shrimp he is, this little prince could be of use to me.”

He uses Polterpup (a ghost sea-lion pup that is able to turn into a dog if he goes to the surface land) to distract Luigi, making him think that a dog had fallen into the sea and needs help. Luigi follows the sound of the distressed barking, hoping to help the innocent animal when suddenly, he’s captured by Boo’s minions and with the limited power that he has, he uses it to turn Luigi into a human to make him unable to return home. That way, while Luigi’s family will be looking for their son, he can try and take over the underwater kingdom and use that power to take over the surface land. Just to make sure that Luigi doesn’t tell anyone, King Boo steals Luigi’s voice and sends him to the edge of the Darklands.

“Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! Try going home and telling your mommy and daddy about this one princey! Oh wait, you can’t!”

However, since King Boo’s powers are still weak there is a way that the spell can be reserved so he purposely neglects to tell Luigi that the spell can be broken with true love’s kiss.

Luigi is distraught and terrified, already afraid of the surface land and is now forced to live there with no way of being able to ask for help.

Feeling guilty, Polterpup decides to help Luigi get used to his human legs and brings him a rag from a ship to help make into some makeshift clothes.

Meanwhile, Bowser and Junior are minding their own business at the shore of the Darklands when suddenly, Junior sees an unfamiliar human struggling to stand on his own two feet.

“Look Dad! There’s a human, like Peach!”

He gets a bit over excited and runs from his dad to go see Luigi.

Luigi, still frightened and wary of surface creatures (and the fact that this is Bowser’s son! So, if the king sees him with Junior, he could burn him to a crisp!) he gets spooked easily by the child and fumbles his way onto a rock. Polterpup stands in front of Luigi to create some distance with the overzealous child. Eventually, Bowser makes his way over to see what all the fuss is about.

“Junior, what have I told you about running off?!”

“But look Papa, it’s another human! I’ve never seen another human before apart from Peach!”

Bowser suddenly notices Luigi, who ducks behind Polterpup, trying to hide as much of himself as he can.

Bowser is taken aback, like Junior, Peach is the only human he’s seen so he’s never had the chance to formally get to know another one. He sees that the human is a bit skittish, so he tries to be as unintimidating as possible.

“Uh, hey there, sorry about Junior, he has the tendency to get overexcited sometimes.”

“Hey!”

Luigi is still unsure; he’s only ever heard tales about how the king of the koopas was able to be rid of his enemies just with one swipe of his claw. So, seeing him up close makes him want to piss himself.

Bowser can see that the human is still nervous, though he’s a little bit offended, he can’t really blame the human for being scared.

“Did you, uh, get in a shipwreck? Cause I can see that the only thing you’re dressed in is a sail.”

Luigi finally peaks his head out and nods a little bit, wondering why the koopa hasn’t done anything to him yet. Junior is suddenly asking him a lot of questions.

“Woah, you got in a shipwreck?! That’s so cool! Was there tons of thunder and lightning?! Did your ship light on fire?! Your dog is so cool! Is he a ghost?!”

Startled again, Luigi nearly falls off the rock until Bowser catches him. Luigi suddenly starts trembling both from fear and the cold. The king notices this and tries to ask him if he’s alright to try and loosen the tension, but the human is silent.

“What’s wrong? Can’t talk or something?”

He says that sarcastically and laughs a little to try and make the human do so as well, but he takes one look in the human’s eyes and realises that he actually can’t.

“Oh, I see.”

Luigi is hugging himself at this point, wanting to run and hide but he was getting colder and colder by the minute. Bowser then decides to take the human back to the castle to get him warmed up and a little bit less scared.

“Don’t worry, Kamek and Kammy will know how to help you. You’ll be feeling better soon.”

That gets Luigi to look up at the king with curiosity as Bowser carries him back to the castle with Junior and Polterpup by his side. The great ferocious king was holding him ever so gently and promising to help him, he doesn’t know how to feel at this point.

As soon as Kamek and Kammy see Luigi shivering and drenched, they are instantly ‘grandparents mode activated. They take Luigi from Bowser and lead the human into bathroom, (Bowser totally didn’t want to carry him there) Kamek makes him tea and gives Luigi a few biscuits while Kammy is drawing a warm bubble bath for him.

“Here you are now, its not much but it will help fill and warm you up a little bit.”

Luigi has never tasted land food before; he finds it to be quite nice. He even enjoys the bath, letting the water heat him up and blowing on the bubbles. Kammy finds the site adorable.

“The poor thing, washing up from a shipwreck must’ve been so terrifying for you, especially if you heard about the reputation of the Darklands. Don’t worry, we just want to help you feel better and feel comfortable here.”

Kamek comes into the room holding a few dresses and suits, asking the human which one he’d like to wear for dinner. Although Luigi didn’t need to wear clothes as a mermaid, he does know that land creatures wear them all the time. He instantly chooses one of the dresses (because gender norms don’t exist, and Luigi is allowed to wear whatever the fuck he wants!)

Later, Kammy is helping Luigi get changed while Kamek, Junior and Bowser are in the dining room talking about Peach again.

“All I’m saying sire is that it might be due time to stop pursuing the princess. She had already disagreed to your other proposals, and I don’t see her agreeing any time soon.”

“I can’t just give up on her Kamek, Peach makes me feel things that I’ve never felt for anyone. I will marry her, one day.”

As if right on time, Kammy and Luigi are there, the former ushering in the shy man.

“Don’t be so nervous darling, you look lovely!”

Luigi then steps into the room, wearing a beautiful green dress (a green version of Ariel’s pink dress) with Polterpup by his side to keep him company.

Bowser is starstruck, he’s never seen a human look this beautiful before.

“Y-you look amazing.”

Luigi blushes, still nervous but the compliment gives him butterflies.

“Come sit next to me human!”

Junior takes his hand and leads him next to his seat, which happens to also be next to Bowser’s at the head of the table. To try and take his mind off the fact that he’s sitting next to Bowser, Luigi starts focusing on the plates and cutlery, he’s never really seen that many human artefacts before so it’s all so intriguing to him (expect when Mario brings back some from his adventures, but he doesn’t really know what they are either.)

Bowser becomes amused at Luigi’s curiosity for the simple objects he had, his appreciation for things that seem to be mundane gives him a swell of pride.

“I guess my silverware is kinda nice, isn’t it?”

Luigi immediately puts the fork don’t and hides under his hair, afraid that he might have disrespected the king, but Bowser is quick to reassure him that he doesn’t mind.

“It’s just that no one else I know is fascinated by these types of things, so its nice to see someone that it.”

Luigi peers out from his hair, a small smile forming from the king’s praise. Kamek picks up on the tension and decides to do some *matchmaking*.

 “Since our guest will be staying for a while, perhaps we should help him feel more comfortable with a tour of the kingdom…Bowser?”

“Papa, are you listening?”

Bowser breaks out of his trance, not even realising he was staring at the human. He couldn’t help it; he’s not seen that many and this one was just so fascinating.

“Ah, yes, a tour sounds great! If you would like one?”

Luigi thinks for a bit and nods. If he was wrong about the king, then maybe he was wrong about the kingdom and surface land and should give it a chance.

Kamek nods at that, pleased with his work. Kammy shoots him a thumbs up for his work.

Later, while Luigi is getting ready for bed, he watches Bowser with Junior as they play in the courtyard. Bowser notices him watching and waves at him. Embarrassed that he was caught, Luigi shyly waves back and backs away from the balcony. He’s wearing a cotton nightgown that Kammy had given him, as well as a glass of water from Kamek in case he gets thirsty during the night. This is also his first time laying in a bed, he’s never felt anything so soft in his life! He falls asleep as soon as he puts his head on the pillow, feeling a bit more hopeful after today.

Back in the ocean, Mario and his family are frantically searching for his brother, terrified that something bad happened to him. He decides to go to the surface land, specifically from the Mushroom Kingdom, and ask their princess for help and if he’s washed up there. It also helps that he’s heard so much about her kindness and beauty and…wake up Mario, focus on the mission at hand.

Back on the surface lands, Bowser takes Luigi on a tour of his kingdom, Polterpup by his feet through the all thing. At first, Luigi is still a bit unsure about the koopas, but soon he becomes a bit more curious. He goes up to some of the food stand giving away free sample and decides to try a little bit of fruit, it’s a bit tangy but still pretty good. He even sees a puppet show for the first time, not knowing how the little puppets are moving, he pulls one of a koopa’s hand, fascinated with how it works. A few koopa children then come up to him and ask to do his hair, having never seen another human before with his like his. He agrees and let the children tie up his hair in a French braid along with a few faux white flowers to go with the new dress he’s wearing. Bowser is watching from afar, his jaw dropping when Luigi’s hairstyle is revealed, his heart skipping a beat when Luigi does a twirl.

“Wow, you…you look beautiful greenie.”

Luigi blushes at the compliment.

The two suddenly hear music and see a few performers starting to play on their instruments as koopas, goombas and shy guys join in. Bowser takes Luigi’s hand and asks him to dance, the man nods his head, feeling a bit more at ease with the king now.

Soon the two join the crowd, laughing and having the time of their lives as they dance away to the music, Polterpup occasionally runs through some of the koopas legs.

When it ends, Bowser guides Luigi to a hidden river, the only place with water in the Darklands (apart from the shore). They share a little boat ride together as they share some of the food they bought at the market, while Polterpup takes a nap. Bowser then remembers that despite the time they shared together, he still doesn’t even know Luigi’s name.

“I feel terrible not knowing your name, and we don’t have anything that you can write with…Oh I know, how about I go down the alphabet and you pick out the letters of your name?”

Luigi nods and though it takes a while, the king manages to spell out his name.

“Luigi huh? A beautiful name for a beautiful human.”

Its Luigi’s turn for his heart to skip a beat. All his life he’d heard about the koopa kingdom and their dreaded king, now it turns out that he’s actually a gentleman who’s been showing him nothing but respect. Ever since this man washed up at his kingdom, Bowser has been feeling things that he’s never felt for anyone. Flustered, vulnerable and a need to protect and love. He’s never even felt this for Peach. The two start to lean in when their boat suddenly tips over, the two falling out. Bowser is quick to pick up Luigi, who begins to wring out his dress while Polterpup begins to shake his non-existent coat. As Bowser carries Luigi back as Polterpup floats beside them, the two fail to see two boos that were the ones who knocked over their boat.

Back in his lair, King Boo is seething!

“That blasted little shrimp! At this rate, these two will end up snogging all over the place and my plans will be ruined!”

He decides to go to his last resort, a mind control crown that he had hoped to use on one of the rulers to conquer the sea and surface, however this crown also held many of his other spells (including Luigi’s) and he wasn’t strong enough to use it more than once to use a spell as powerful as mind control. It was always extremely fragile, though he would still have some power, if it broke then all of his previous spells from over the years would be released, so he held it off for as long as he could, and it seems that now he has no other choice.

Meanwhile, Mario has finally arrived at the Mushroom Kingdom, hoping to find help with the princess. She’s just as beautiful in the rumours he’s heard about her. The princess is shocked to find an adorable red merman in a river near her palace, but she can’t deny his plea for help when he looked just so sweet.

“My brother, he’s gone missing! Is there any chance he’s been around here lately?”

“I’m sorry, you’re the only mer-person we’ve seen here. But don’t worry, we’ll keep a look out and help you find him!”

“Really?! Thank you, princess!”

“Y-you’re welcome.”

Back at the Darklands, Bowser is thinking about his new feelings for Luigi, not knowing if he should act on them since he didn’t want to betray his love for Peach. Kamek, fed up at this point, goes up to give Bowser his thoughts on the matter.

“If I may say sire, some people spend most of their time chasing after treasure on a map that leads them in circles, that they neglect that the diamond in the rough is right in front of them. Just a thought from a silly old koopa.”

As Kamek leaves, Bowser ponders over his surrogate father’s words. For years he’s yearned for Peach so the point that he became blinded by what he thought he wanted and put her on a pedestal. Now, there’s someone that doesn’t see him as a monster and might love him back. He makes his decision and starts to go to Luigi to tell him how he feels when he suddenly feels a weight on his head, and everything goes dark.

The next morning, Luigi wakes up feeling more refreshed and happier than he has since he first turned human. He’s been thinking all night about the maybe-kiss that he and Bowser were about to share and had been contemplating his feelings on the matter. He soon found himself realising that he would mind kissing Bowser, in fact, he would really like to kiss him and spend every day with him, Junior, Kammy and Kamek. Besides, there was nothing stopping him from travelling to see his brother and family, maybe it could all work out? He fell asleep last night with a smile on his face and butterflies in his stomach.

He’s about to run down the stairs to meet Bowser when he hides behind a pillar when he sees the king speaking with Kamek, wearing a strange crown.  

“Y-your highness, are you sure this is the best idea?”

“Peach castle is currently unprotected; it would be a good opportunity to strike and take her as my bride.”

“I see that, but after the last few days and our past with the Mushroom Kingdom, shouldn’t we think this through a little bit and-”

“-It has always been my intention to make Peach mine, no matter what and I won’t let anyone get in my way. Especially some scrawny human who washed up at my sure. Once the invasion is complete, the wedding will start immediately.”

“…very well sire.”

Luigi, heartbroken and betrayed, flees to his room, not knowing that King Boo was there the whole having used his ghostly-ness to remain invisible while controlling Bowser with the crown.

As Bowser takes off with his army and airship, Luigi stays behind at the port to cry as Polterpup tries to comfort him, having to face the truth that he was right in the first place, Bowser was just a heartless monster.

Junior is on the airship per his father’s orders to be at the wedding. He searches for his dad, wondering why he had the sudden change of heart about Luigi and his invasion. He creaks open the door to his father’s room when he sees King Boo in Bowser’s mirror, cackling to himself at the fact that his plans are nearly complete.

Realising his dad is being mind controlled by the strange ghost thing, he makes his way down to the clown cars and sneaks away in his own small one to get to Luigi as quickly as possible.

The Mushroom Kingdom is taken aback when Bowser suddenly arrives, not fully prepared for battle since he would usually leave some type of indication that he was coming, but here, he was just blasting through with every intention of not leaving until he gets what he wants. Mario wants to help but Peach tells him to stay hidden. Unable to just do nothing, Mario rushed as fast as he can to get back home to get his father.

As soon as Peach sees Bowser, there’s something different about his atmosphere, something way more menacing and demanding. As usual, he wants Peach to marry him, but this time he doesn’t ask.

“One way or another, you will marry me Peach and we’ll watch your kingdom turn to ash.”

“You’re not even going to bargain.”

“It’s not like you can do anything about it.”

A pit forms in Peach’s stomach, something’s wrong, very wrong.

Junior makes it back to, running to the sobbing man as fast as he can.

“Luigi! Luigi! There’s some weird ghost thing that was in my dad’s mirror! I think that’s why he’s attacking the Mushroom Kingdom so soon! What do we do?!”

Luigi’s eyes widen in horror. King Boo! He had to be behind all this. Without any second thoughts, Luigi climbs in Junior’s clown car, along with Polterpup, and the two head to the Mushroom Kingdom as fast as they can.

While Bowser/Boo is adamant about the wedding, the koopas there are a little less comfortable about it due to how strange and intimidating the king was acting. As the service starts, Peach pulls out an ice flower from her bouquet and attacks Bowser, she lands a few hits, but Bowser uses his fire to melt the ice. Peach keeps trying to fight though, at least to distract him while she thinks of a plan. The koopas also help, agreeing that their King was not himself and didn’t want anyone in the Mushroom Kingdom getting severely injured.

Luigi finally arrives with Junior, jumps out of the vehicle and lands on Bowser’s shoulders while he’s fighting Peach. Seeing a crown that wasn’t on Bowser’s head before, Luigi grabs it and smashes it to the ground, falling off Bowser’s shoulder from the impact of the throw.

Suddenly, Bowser sees himself at the Mushroom Kingdom, not knowing how he got there since the last place he remembered being was back home. Princess Peach and the koopas stop, sensing that Bowser’s atmosphere was back to normal as he looks towards Luigi.

“Luigi, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine…wait…I can talk!”

“You can finally speak again!”

“My voice its back!”

“I don’t understand, what’s happening?”

“It’s King Boo, he-aahhh!”

Before he can get another word out, there’s a sharp pain in his legs. He fells his bones bending and breaking in the most painful way and King Boo suddenly appears, turning him back into a merman before he can get another word out. Luigi looks to Bowser, afraid of what he’ll think of the man once he realises what he really is. But Bowser is too wrapped up in shock of what its happening and worry for the man that he loves.

King Boo grabs Luigi and drags him back into the ocean, the latter screaming for Bowser as the koopa tries to grab him as Luigi is forced back into the water, Polterpup chasing after his new owner. The king turns to Princess Peach.

“Princess, I know this may be confusing, but I really need your help, please, I love him!”

“Don’t worry, I think I might know his brother and what’s going on.”

Back in the ocean, Luigi is struggling against King Boo, trying to escape his grasp but somehow, the ghost’s grip is tighter than he though. Polterpup tries to fight his old master but a few Boos that had been hiding easily grab him.

“Oh, don’t worry little shrimp, it ain’t you that I’m after.”

“KING BOO THAT IS ENOUGH!”

The pair stop when they see Luigi’s father, the King of the ocean along with Mario stop them in their path.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the red prince and the ruler of the seven seas.”

“Let my brother go!”

“No can do princey, precious little Lulu is all mine until you give me what I want.”

Luigi’s father growls at that.

“My son does not belong to you!”

He goes to use his magical trident, but a few boos grab Luigi and use some type of electricity on him, making the youngest prince scream out in pain.

“You see, the thing is your majesty, one wrong move and your precious little boy won’t be, how do I put this? Part of your world anymore.” (I am so sorry for that awful pun.)

The sea king was at a loss, he knew he would be putting everyone at risk by handing the trident and the throne to this made ghost but…he couldn’t lose his youngest son, from the corner of his eye, he could see Mario agree. He hands the trident over to King Boo, begging him not to hurt his son. With a mad gleam in his eye, he grabs the trident and lets Luigi go. To the green merman’s horror, the poltergeist points the artifact to his father and brother, watching in devastation as he turns them into dust.

With a strangled scream, he goes to attack King Boo, though surprised at Luigi’s reaction, manages to throw him to the ground. He’s about to use the trident on him when he suddenly feels something hit him. He looks up to see Bowser under the water, who had thrown a spear at him and raises the trident to him. In a moment of panic, Luigi grabs King Boo, making him point the trident at his boos instead and disintegrates them. Not wanting to witness King Boo’s anger, Luigi swims up to Bowser and guides him above the water, not witnessing the Boo’s fury with his new powers below him.

The koopa and merman reach the surface of the water, Bowser trying to reach out to Luigi.

“Bowser you have to go, now! Before King Boo gets you!”

“No, I’m not leaving you behind again!”

They feel a rumbling all around them. Suddenly, King Boo rises from the sea as a giant with the two on his head, cackling like a mad man. Bowser and Luigi jump back into the water, trying to escape until King Boo starts to form a whirlpool, separating them. Luigi falls into the whirlpool, landing at the bottom as Polterpup rushes over to him as King Boo taunts him.

Bowser is still paddling in the water, trying to get to Luigi when a ship comes up beside it. Inside was Princess Peach, some toads, koopas and Kamek. They throw a rope down to Bowser and help him up. Kamek looks to the king.

“I used my magic to help steer that boat but I’m barely holding on! I need you to guide the bowsprit and drive it into that mad boo!”

“But’s a ghost, he’s already dead!”

“I’ve managed to enchant so that I can trap him in this!”

Kamek holds up a pale purple gem, sparkling with some type of magic that the magikoopa used. Princess Peach then speaks up.

“I’m managing the sails while the toads and koopas are defending us! Bowser, are you able to guide the ship!”

“You can count on me Princess, take this as the beginning of a massive apology to you!”

Peach nods and everyone gets to work. King Boo is shooting at Luigi in the whirlpool, the merman trying to dodge as much as he can but knows that he is not strong enough to do anything. Enraged by what the Boo is doing to his love, Bowser drives the bowsprit into King Boo. The poltergeist screams with both pain and fear, knowing that if he can feel that then somehow, he has been defeated.

The seas calm down as the boo disappears into the gem. Bowser tries to look for Luigi, but the whirlpool is gone, and the merman is nowhere in sight. Kamek keeps him from jumping out as the princess guides the ship back to shore.

In the ocean, Luigi grabs the trident and rushes back over to where his father and brother were with Polterpup following him and sees the two have been returned to normal. Overjoyed, he hugs them both, all three of them crying now that Luigi is safe and home.

“I missed you so much Lu. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here when you went missing.”

“It’s okay Mario, I’m safe now, It’s okay.”

He gives the trident back to his father and the three mermen return home.

A few days later, Luigi is hiding behind a rock, Polterpup beside him as he watches Bowser from the shore of the Darklands, pining to see the merman again. Mario and his father watch from afar.

“You know, a while ago, Luigi would have fainted at the thought of going to the Darklands. Now, seeing how he looks at that koopa king, he’s gotten more braver than I ever imagined.”

“Peach told me that he jumped on Bowser’s shoulder’s just to get the crown off him.”

“Oh yes, how are you and that princess getting along?”

“Ah-I-wha-Dad!”

“I’m just teasing. Though, he hasn’t been truly himself since he came home.”

“I guess he left a part of himself since leaving the Darklands. After all, when you love someone, you give a piece of yourself to them, and in return, they grant you something even more freeing.”

“Then I guess there’s only one problem left.”

“And what’s that Dad?”

“…How much I’m going to miss him.” Mario raises an eyebrow in confusion for a moment before his father points his trident at Luigi.

Luigi feels a tingling sensation on his fins, looking down to see that there are no fins at all, his legs had returned! He turns to his father and brother, his smile beaming as the two nod to him.

Bowser is staring off into the distance, thinking about Luigi when he sees brown hair peeking out of the water. His heart stops when he sees Luigi emerging from the water in a sparkling green dress and his hair flowing in the wind. Bowser runs to him, picking him up and spinning him around in his arms and holds him as the two finally share a kiss.

A year later, the two are finally married on a giant ship, Luigi wearing a poofy wedding dress while Bowser is dressed in his finest suit. Luigi’s family and kingdom are watching from the ocean while toads and koopa finally come together as one. Princess Peach hugs Luigi, glad to have another human companion and blows a kiss to Mario in the ocean, who blushes at the gesture and waves back. Junior is also glad Luigi is back and is going to be his stepdad. He and Polterpup have also become close friends, the two playing together when they can. Kamek and Kammy are finally happy that Bowser has found love after all this time.

Mario asks his father to use to powers to lift him with the water to see his brother one more time. Luigi smiles softly and gives his brother a hug.

“Don’t cry big bro, I’ll see you after the honeymoon, you’re acting as if I’ll never see you again.”

“I’m sorry, its just, I’m so happy for you.”

“I love you, Mario.”

“I love you too Lu.”

He gives Bowser a menacing glare along the lines of ‘hurt my bro and I’ll end you’ before Peach comes over and kisses him on the cheek, making the red merman faint into the ocean. Luigi laughs at his brother’s antics as he waves goodbye to all the other mer-folk as the ship sails away to its next destination.

Bowser and Luigi give one another a soft look and share one more kiss.

The end.

You're allowed to yell at me for the shitty puns.

(Edit: also I love that you guys enjoyed it and you’re free to write something for this as it was only meant to be a drabble after having a bad day. As long as you credit and tag me, y’all can use this idea and write your own Bowuigi little mermaid fic ☺️)

#why is this so fucking long?! #bowuigi #mario movie #mario bros #super mario bros #the little mermaid au #luigi #bowser #princess peach #bowser junior #kamek #kammy #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #king boo #polterpup #Bowser: I want princess peach #Luigi: *exists* #Bowser:...nevermind #luigi brain rot #luigi in a dress #because he deserves it #hints of mareach #mermaid!luigi

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prompt #100 w anakin🤭

prompt: #100

prompt list | rules

minors dni 18+

word count: 0.5k | characters: anakin skywalker x gn!reader

notes: i have not been keeping up with these and i’m sorry ! anakin has been difficult to work with lately but i had fun with this one bcos i was waiting to use this specific scenario on something and it fit so good ugh

warnings: established relationship, smutty content but not actually explicit content, mention of hair long enough to be in face on reader, reader being frisky and touching anakin’s crotch and smutty dialogue

“Negative, I’m closing in on the target. Proceed as planned.” Anakin confirms into the mic of his headpiece, turning the wheel of his ship to the left. Since you’re untethered, you shift, bumping into his knee. Unfortunately, you’re nestled between his legs on the floor in his cockpit. His vessel only seats one, unless you count R2 in the back. You could hardly survive out there though. His cold blue eyes regard you, and soften as soon as they land on you. “How are you fairing down there?” he asks, balancing out the shuttle so as to comfort your seating.

“As well as I can be.” you reply in thinly veiled exasperation, blowing a lock of your hair out of your face.

“I don’t understand why you insisted on coming along.” he sighs, “I assured you that there was no room.”

Turbulence hit, and you brace yourself, pawing his thighs. The nails of your two thumbs digging into the fabric of his pants, and his eyebrows furrow.

“What are you talking about?” you joke, “Plenty of room.” Your gaze drifts to his crotch at eye-level. “Best seat in the house too.” you murmur, immobilized by a devious idea forming in your head. It clouds your judgement— as lustful thoughts often do— and you salivate.

“Did you say something?” he questions, the leather of his gloves noisily gripping hard onto the steering as he maneuvers with care through the atmosphere of this planet.

“Nothing!” you respond innocently, palms sliding up his thighs as you lean forward as if you are hypnotized. One of the reasons you wished to tag along is how desperately you clung onto him this morning. A late night of love-making had rendered you an emotional, needy creature. Begging him for his attention and affection, your lover had to kiss you countlessly to coax you to free him so he could perform his duties. Duties you now consider derailing him from.

“Angel,” his chiding voice cuts through your stupor, “you’re not trying to distract me, are you?” his playful tone betrays how open he is to the way you’re touching him. The tips of your fingers making contact with the fold of flesh where his thighs and pelvis meet. Is it just you or is there a hint of a tent under his robes?

“Of course not,” You press your lips together, gauging his physical reaction carefully. “Unless you want me to.”

Anakin can’t tear his eyes away from the windshield, but that smile you love so much shines through in his scoff. Shaking his head at you. The excitement over the possibility he might actually let you do as you please— shoots a familiar thrill down your spine, straight to your core. You adjust, unconsciously seeking out friction. It exacerbates as you observe him, love-stricken, biting his lower lip.

He drawls, quiet like a secret, “You're still horny? Didn't I fuck you hard enough last night?”

His once flaccid member hardens unmistakably. “You did, and I can’t stop thinking about it.” you exhale, brushing your touch over his sex, tracing the rim of his mushroom-tip. He shifts his hips forward, chasing that pleasure. “That’s the problem.”

That signature, lively grin stretches onto his handsome features as his gaze flickers to you. “Well, what are you waiting for? Go on, reward me for it.”

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Ursula x AFAB!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: You're enjoying a day at the beach when a mysterious creature decides to have her way with you~ 🐙 And you cant help but love it.

Warnings: Dub con, monster fucking, tentacle fucking, dumbification, as many orgasms as Ursula has tentacles, unedited, etc. Its written quick, its written horny; dont expect it to be shakespeare 😅

Your mind's a fuzzy, muddled mess. This feels so ridiculous and so wrong, but your hips wont stop grinding and your cunt cant stop wanting the thick tentacle deeper; sucking it in and squeezing it like a wrench.

Thighs parted around the foreign appendage coming from the sea witch, knees digging into the sand, your forearms rested on the ground in front of you, you roll your hips uselessly into the amazing torture. Ursula continues to pump her squishy tentacle deeply into your sloppy cunt; watching you from behind like a predator, floating in the water beside the little sand island. There's a devious grin on her panted lips as she watches you become more and more desperate.

You're so warm inside, she loves being in there- she only wishes she could fit more. But... well, she supposes this just means she'll have to take turns with her other tentacles~ You're not done until she says you are, anyway~ You know that. Despite just having met, you were turning out to be a lovely pet~

So eager to allow yourself to be violated like this~ Sure, you were hesitant at first,.. afraid of her... most humans are, when they see her. But you were just so darling and wet~ The material of your swimwear sticking to your curious, soft little area~ Ursula couldn't help herself having a taste.

Anyway- some humans are just as degenerate as she is. Wanting something unlike themselves, something foreign and unfamiliar in such an 'inappropriate' way. And you were definitely one those devious little freaks. Oh, how she loves a freaky little human.

She loves to watch her tentacle slip into their hole and wiggle in deeper until they stretch. Watch the human grapple with their morals~ Their ideals~ Their sense of 'normalcy'~ Pah.

They always torture themselves, thinking this is so wrong how they gush around her tentacle, how they compress it like a vice in their curious, tight little holes~ How they love her going as deep as possible and pounding them dumb.

... but they never stop her. Never run away. They stay put and take it, and they moan like desperate little urchins and their thighs press tightly around her and they roll their pretty hips on her.

And oh~ What a sight it is. Especially these kinds of humans; so soft and pliant... lovely cushiony breasts on their chests that she just loves to watch. And their cute little behinds!~And their sweet sounds- gods. They drive her absolutely crazed.

As you continue to roll your hips into the pounding, the foreign object filling your needy cunt, you can feel a stupid-good orgasm approaching. Good, you think, moaning, then it can be over. And you can leave. And you can forget-

The climax crashes over you, and the tentacle slithers out of your used hole but almost as soon as it left you empty a new, cold one slips right back in. And it feels good. You somehow missed it in those few seconds you were without- but holy fuck, its not over. This nightmare is still happening. What if someone sees-

This new tentacle rams into your heat rougher then the last and your whining and moaning quickly transforms into sobbing- desperate, over stimulated moaning. And yet your ass continues to bob and grind against the smooth, slimy, cylindrical thing; needing to feel it on your sensitive clit, needing to cum again. Again, and again, and again-

You can feel indentations forming on your knees and your forearms, sand digging into your skin and sticking, but you cant bring yourself to care with this sea witch fucking you so good. God, you'll never be able to go back to cock again-

The tentacle in you starts rubbing more aggressively all of a sudden against your walls, specifically against that one specific spot that makes your eyes roll backwards in your skull. Another shaking orgasm hits you, making your thighs a slick mess and making you so tired you had to rest your head on the ground too.

Yet another tentacle takes its turn, and you start to get the idea here. She's not going to leave your hole alone until every one of her tentacles have fucked you.

At some point during this pounding you lose all sense of dignity, or pride, and start begging. "fff-fuckfuckfuck godddd please please fuck me, deeper, i c- cant- " Your orgasm feels like a cup that's overfilled with liquid and its just spilling over now. Over and over. You're just a desperate, weak, cumming mess. A sweet little toy for this creature.

Having turned you into a pretty little object to fill by the time its her final tentacles turn, Ursula would like a new view- as excellent as her view has been this whole time, she'd like to see your expression for this last play~

So, with her last tentacle, she drags you by the ankle closer to the edge of the little sand island and turns you over onto your back; your legs spread apart and hanging off the sand and into the water, your lovely chest heaving. Ursula smirks, running her fingers gently over the dripping pink folds between them, before slowwwwly inserting this last tentacle in as deep as it will go; watching your face. "Darling~ How does that feel, hm??... come on, darling, speak. Your voice is so pretty... "

"I- I- "

Thrusting the tentacle gently, slowly, in-and-out of your used hole Ursula raises a devious brow at you. "Hmmmm?"

"I- "

Ursula chuckles. She chuckles, at how utterly dumb you've gone. "My dear, if you cant speak how will you ever find yourself a husband??... " Deeper chuckles. "Oh well... I'll just be the one to keep you company, yes?... "

Your final orgasm bursts like balloon and Ursula slips her tentacle from you, rubbing your folds carefully for a few minutes as she just laves her gaze all over you. "... yes... you're mine, now, my pretty little darling... "

#... this was bound to happen eventually #i was thinkin about something with a strap- but you know whats better then a strap?... #Disney Ursula x Reader Smutshot #Ursula x Reader Smutshot #Ursula x Reader #Disney Ursula #Disney Ursula x Reader #Ursula #Disney Villains #Smut #Shutshot #Disney Villains x Reader

[boopshoops]

Class to Class to Class to Class to...

[This takes place between chapters 4&5 of TCOAV]

Hahaha! Aaahhh... she hated it here.

Yuu skid to a halt in the middle of the hall, a smile forcefully painted on her face to maintain some semblance of civility.

Her breath caught in her lungs and she wiped sweat from her brow. With a quiet scoff of irritation, she opened the door:

"Safe~" She huffed under her breath. She felt the eyes of her classmates land on her. Again. It was a common occurrence now. Of course, barging into the classroom for the third day in a row was bound to catch some glances, but really? Even when she beat the bell, she still got glares? At LEAST say hello or something. What, did they want her to strike a pose? Do a little trick? Make Grim do a flip or something?

She had been gradually learning to simply return the stares. Make them more uncomfortable than she, then they go about leaving her alone.

This time she did a little twirl.

Her audience didn't clap.

"Pup!" Professor Crewel called out right as the bell drummed out its usual tune. The questionably devious teacher squinted at her, lip curling up in mild annoyance at her distraction, "Take your seat."

"Yes, yes, of course~" She hummed in her usual facade, appearing passive. C'mon now, it's not like she dropped into the splits now, did she? If anything, tell your students to maybe clap or cheer or something.

No no, instead of cheers, she could hear Ace's snickering getting louder as she approached. Deuce politely waved her over as usual, with Grim already awkwardly standing in his seat.

"You look like a mess," Ace commented with a snort, picking up on the obvious: sweat, fly away curls of hair in every which direction, her uniform jacket half heartedly tied around her waist. All the indications of her usual sprint across the entire school building.

Yes. That is correct. The entire school building.

Having Junior and Freshman classes back to back had its setbacks, certainly. One could say it even made her completely...fucking over it.

Either way, he was wrong. Given the circumstances, she knew she looked quite nice today. She was more put together, learning the way of the world, and that did wonders to amplify her confidence... even if the free for all run to Crewel's class still sparked a flame of anger. Her act dropped in front of the trio.

"You look more kickable today~" She hissed in a whispered response as she sat in her seat next to Grim, leaving her bag to hang off the back of the chair. The raccoon-cat-seal-monster-creature-thing only grumbled at her in acknowledgement, far too busy attempting to find out how to hold his pen without any thumbs.

"Yeah yeah, I'm soooo scared... prefect's getting their steps in recently. What, are you going to join track with Deuce?"

"Ace..." Deuce sighed, turning to look at Yuu from in between the bickering troublemakers, "Don't listen to that idiot. You weren't late today! That's great!"

A more sinister, smug grin plastered onto her face, "Thank you~ I know! It is quite great, isn't it~"

"It's the bare minimum," Ace piped back up with an equally evil smirk. The playful banter had quickly become the norm for them, she knew far well enough to not take any of Ace's insults seriously.

"Shut up," Yuu bit back with a sickeningly sweet glare, watching as Ace stuck his tongue out at her before Professor Crewel called them all to attention.

Right. School... what did he say they'd be studying today?

Blot?

Writing and art tag list! Just lmk if ya wanna be added @lowcallyfruity @cecilebutcher @skriblee-ksk @kitwasnothere @justm3di0cr3 @thehollowwriter

#boopshoopsramblings #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #oc #original character #boopshoopsoc #twst oc #yuu shi #ace trappola #grim twst #deuce spade #divus crewel #i wanna slowly get back to writing dhdbdbbf #SoOoooo heres this lil blurb #it aint much but #eh why not #tcoav #oc writing #oc x canon #boopshoopswriting

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TF2 Mercs As Animals!

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I think these silly guys would be ultra silly as animals. Can you tell I've thought of this for a couple days now?

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TW: GORE AND BLOOD MENTION AT THE END

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Demo- Komodo Dragon!

Demo is one of these drangons for 3 reasons. Both are very smart, very dangerous, and let's be honest if demo bit you you'd probably die from some type of infection. (Maybe not, I'm pretty sure he drank hydrogen peroxide in comic 6, and I wholeheartedly believe that can't be a one-time thing).

No, but seriously, I feel like he would be one for some reason.

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Engie- Meerkat!

I think Engie would be a meerkat based mainly on the fact that they are insanely skilled builders. Meerkats are known to build super intricate underground homes. It also doesn't hurt that they are social creatures that tend to live in big groups, and are like crazy violent, even though they might not look the part.

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Heavy- Rottweiler!

Maybe an obvious choice, but! Just because its obvious doesn't mean it isn't true. Rottweilers are super friendly and loyal to their families but can also be great attack dogs. Rottweilers are strong enough to kill humans, also these dogs are UNITS! They can weigh in at 130 lbs. (58 kg). So I definitely think Heavy would be a rottweiler, or probably any big dog in general.

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Medic- Dove! (So original 😮‍💨)

Not that this idea hasn't been done to death, but hear me out! I genuinely think he'd be one. Doves are typically labeled as very clean animals with unique calls. They're also super intelligent and skilled, as we learned through carrier birds. And I think sums up Medic really well!

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Scout- African Wild Dog!

Scout definitely matches up with African wild dogs, super fast, agile, and hyper aware, and will run you down at 44 mph (70 kph) and have insane stamina when chasing down prey. They are also amazing at their hunts with an 85% success rate, so I think he'd make a good wild dog :)

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Sniper- Owl!

Sniper is 100% an owl, owls can see mice from at least six to seven feet away and have very few vertebrae in their necks, making it easy for them to look in all directions. Owls and other birds of prey would be your best bet to find a sniper in the animal kingdom!

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Spy- Ferret!

Spy is a ferret, hands down. Ferrets can be sneaky and very devious. They love to be where they shouldn't and love to mess things up. Also, cute little fact, plus a mini headcanon! (I like to think Spy can dance really well, so similarly to him, ferrets can dance!

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Pyro- Echidna!

I picked this wacky little guy for Pyro for two reasons. One, the long nose kind reminds me of Pyro's mask (could be reaching here who knows). And two, they're fireproof, well kind of. See, they can breathe through wildfires, so they don't risk smoke inhalation, which is why most people/animals die, so bonus points again for that nose being like they're mask?

ALSO, THEY ARE SO WEIRD, listen to this

"spines like a porcupine, a beak like a bird, a pouch like a kangaroo, and lays eggs like a reptile"

Insane.

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Sometimes I feel really dumb for doing these, and then I remember if even one person likes them, then it's not dumb.

I had a hard time explaining my reasoning on these 😭 I normally just look at people and assign them colors or animals in my head with no explanation as to why it fits.

Also, do you know how hard it is to find a picture of a cute Komodo dragon? Like their cool as fuck but like Jesus, you look them up and most of the time it's bloody.

SAME WITH THE AFRICAN WILD DOG!?!? I looked up "African wild dog cute" and saw one holding a monkeys face, detached from body and skull.

Mercs as works of art / mercs favorite pieces of art up next!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress headcanons #tf2 headcanons #tf2 hcs #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro