#i accidentally made it very very small and i want to rip off my skin

[yanderu-deredere]

Do any of your OCs have a Daddy kink? How would they react to either a softer shier darling or a bratty whiny darling accidentally calling them daddy?

a/n: i think some of them would react differently based on the darling's personality but i've listed it all down below the cut! have fun loool

also i think i included all my ocs that have a strong daddy kink but the ones with a more milder daddy kink have been excluded (just becos im lazy and dont want to write too much LMAO)

warning: gender neutral reader, daddy kink, mentions of entrance and being inside but no mentions of gender

gawain byrne ★ profile

absolutely melts when you call him daddy

when you call him daddy, you can do no wrong in his eyes. all your crimes? forgiven. all your punishments? forgotten. everything is right with the world LOL

i think it'd be the same with a bratty darling but like he'd be very aware that they're doing it to get away with being bratty and gawain can forgive it to a certain point

but sometimes it can't all be praise and pleasure. sometimes daddy needs to be strict too LOL

Your back arched as you felt Gawain fuck his plastic cock deeper and deeper inside of you, hitting places that made your head spin and your toes curl.

You couldn't help but clutch onto his forearms, nails probably digging into his skin, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as an orgasm ripped through you.

"D-Daddy--!" The word fell off your tongue mindlessly. You hadn't meant it and, in the heat of the moment, your desperate need got the better of you.

Once the orgasm did it's toll and you were left panting and twitching, your brain immediately caught up. Your face, which was already a little hot, seemed to turn searing as your eyes fluttered to Gawain, scared of his reaction.

You expected the rather dumbfounded slack-jawed expression and, obviously, you took it as a bad thing.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

Gawain just pulled his cock out and tightened the straps on his harness, a sudden dark look overtaking his eyes "No, no, baby, it's okay. In fact, I really liked it."

His hand moved from your waist to fist the pillow beside your head, caging you under his body, his face getting so close that it left you a little flustered

"You want me to be your daddy, baby?" He muttered against your lips as he gave you a slight kiss, the head of his cock brushing against your still sopping entrance "Want me to take care of you and pamper you?"

You gave a small little nod, a little nervous and excited in the face of this new more aggressive side of your boyfriend.

Instead of the pleased expression you expected, Gawain cupped your chin and brushed his thumb against your lower lip "Use your words."

You felt especially shy but complied nonetheless, your voice soft and stuttering "P-Please make me c-cum again, Daddy."

A broad smirk spread across his face "Of course, anything for my baby."

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

also the same as gawain but a bit more mildly

on the outside, it doesn't look like he's being affected at all but, on the inside, he's screaming and crying and banging on his table becos he's so horny and happy LOL

doesn't let a bratty darling get away with anything if they call him daddy tho but he'll be a bit softer and more lenient becos they're so cute

You had threaded your fingers through Ryouta’s soft locks, your thighs pressing against his cheeks and your toes curling as he pressed hickey after hickey against your skin, lips hovering near where you wanted but not really giving you anything.

You couldn’t help but let out a small frustrated noise at how he was teasing you. He did it often and, though you let him most of the time, for some reason, it was a bit more irritating than normal this time around.

Your fingers tightened around his hair, your leg desperately trying to pull him close. By now, you were all edged out and your mind felt as floaty as a cloud.

“Daddy!” The word slipped your lips out of desperation but, as soon as you’d said it, your hand slapped on top of your mouth, eyes wide as if aghast at what you’d just uttered.

Ryouta, of course, immediately stopped. Normally, you would’ve protested but, at the moment, your face felt searingly hot and embarrassment boiled in your chest.

“What did you say.” His words didn’t sound like a question and, from the way he was clutching tightly to your thighs, you figured the only option you had was answer honestly.

So, shily, softly, you’d muttered the word against your hand.

Like lightning, Ryouta let go of your thigh to grip your wrist and pull it away from your mouth. “Say it again, baby.”

The nickname sent a tingle up your spine. This time, with a little bit more confidence, you repeated the word “Daddy?”

A sinful groan left Ryouta’s lips. He pressed his forehead against yours, rock hard cock settling at the crook of thigh, head brushing against your stomach.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, baby.” He huffed out, hips jolting just a little bit.

You watched him for a second, watched the way he really seemed to almost come undone from you just saying one word.

So, hesitantly but with even more confidence, you shifted your hips, grinding up against his cock “D-Daddy, why’d you stop…”

Ryouta’s fists clenched a little and his dick twitched against you. Though, you definitely did have a point. Seems like he needed to reward his little baby…

casimir fiala ★ profile

absolutely delighted to be called daddy but, unfortunately for bratty darling, calling him daddy only makes him want to punish you more LOL

casimir really do have a sadistic streak a mile long

especially during punishments? oh, it's like you're asking him to be worse

for shier sweeter darling, he becomes incredibly gentle and loving becos his heart just melts at the fact that they called him daddy

“If you stop one more time, I’ll kill you.” You muttered to Casimir through gritted teeth, the frustration boiling and turning heady in your chest.

It felt like it’s been hours and, still, every single time you came even close to cumming, every single time that coil inside you came so very close to snapping, Casimir would stop and just leave his cock unmoving inside of you.

He’d shower you in kisses, sure, but he’d just lay on top of you, doing nothing.

Of course, his inaction delayed your orgasm every single time. It ruined it for you to the point where all you could do was squirm and complain. Yet, no orgasm.

“Is that a promise?” Was all the infuriatingly handsome man replied with, that signature sadistic smirk still spread across his stupid gorgeous face.

Your back arched, not out of pleasure but out of frustration and a desire to get away from this clown.

Instead, Casimir kept his grip around both your waist and your wrist tight, his hips finally starting to thrust his thick cock in and out of you. Slowly, surely, you felt the pleasure building up again.

This time, Casimir didn’t even wait till you were close. Just as a soft adorable moan left your lips, he stopped and opted to just grind his hips against yours, cock certainly hitting something but definitely not hard enough to tip you over the edge.

Tears pooled in the corner of your eyes and you let out a frustrated sound “Daddy!”

That made you pause. Your free hand quickly covered your mouth and you looked up at Casimir. He mirrored your rather shocked expression with one of his own.

Eventually, though, that shock made way for his usual smugness. He smirked at you, hips sluggishly starting to move and cock slowly pistoning in and out of you.

“Daddy, hmm?” He used his other hand to grip your chin and force you to look at him “And what do you want Daddy to do?”

“I want Daddy to stop fucking around and make me cum.”

Well, he could certainly oblige.

mel lowell ★ profile

like everyone else on this post, mel certainly does live for this shit lol like he eats that shit up

doesn't matter if darling is bratty or shy or sweet; he will turn savage for that word

absolutely tears shit up. like he loses his brain LOL can't do anything but fuck and fuck hard

so only save that word for when you really want mel to rearrange your guts LOL

You groaned, hands gripping the pillow under you tighter and tighter as you felt Mel continue to thrust behind you. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck, the other clutching at your waist, keeping you pressed against the mattress.

Fuck, did Mel’s cock fill you so perfectly. It never felt too big but just big enough to hit every single spot you wanted it to.

You half-buried your face into the pillow as your orgasm approached closer and closer. Your mind had practically checked-out at this point, leaving you both breathless and brainless.

Perhaps that was why you couldn’t help but mutter that damn word under your breath, your whimper almost silent.

Mel groaned and buried his entire cock into you in one stroke, his hand at the back of your neck moving to gently hold the front instead “What did you say?”

You felt embarrassed, of course, your face hot and flustered. Still, desperate for him to start moving again, you repeated the words “D-Daddy?”

Suddenly, Mel’s teeth latched onto the back of your neck. You let out a choked cry as he thrust into you almost brutally, teeth never once leaving your skin.

With every thrust, you couldn’t help but let out little punched out moans. Occasionally, you’d even slipped that word in and, every single time without fail, it made Mel treat you rougher and rougher, his hips practically shoving against yours at this point.

Then, finally, you felt his mouth leave your neck; you could feel every single tooth leave your flesh and you could feel the throb of the mark they left behind.

“Damn right, I’m your Daddy, baby.” He grunted out right into your ear, voice much deeper and gruffer than usual “And this Daddy’s cock is going to fucking fill you the hell up, yeah?”

All you could do was desperately nod.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #oc x reader #yandere #male yandere #male oc #drabbles #lemony content #melchior #casimir #gawain #ryouta

[seijorhi]

Asymmetry

an anonymous commission <;33

Haitani Ran x female reader x Haitani Rindou

wc 3.8k

tw infidelity(ish?), yandere vibes, implied violence, toxic relationships

The idea of soulmates sounds so lovely in your head. 

The name that graces the skin of your forearm is supposed to be a gift. A blessing bestowed on the few; a partner born to love them in a way nobody else could ever hope to match.

That’s certainly how it was for your grandparents, for the sweet couple who live down the hall from you. 

A shame then, that your reality is far less rose tinted.

—

The woman behind the counter doesn’t ask any questions when you arrive ten minutes early, cash in hand and a nervous expression on your face.

“There’s no undoing this once it’s done,” she tells you, leading you out into the dingy back parlour, complete with yellowed, flickering fluorescents overhead. “And it’s gonna hurt like a bitch.”

Undeterred, you nod. “I know.”

There’s a lone seat in the centre of the room, an old school style barber’s chair, covered in worn red leather and stretched out into a reclining position. Not for ease of access or to make you more comfortable during the procedure, but because once she injects the serum into your arm, the pain’s more than likely going to cause you to pass out.

At least, that’s what you’d read. 

No one bothered to sugar coat this. The process of removing one’s soulmate mark isn’t to be taken lightly – the few genuine articles you’d managed to scrounge up had painted a grim picture. You’re ripping away a piece of yourself, obliterating a bond you were born with, or at least any visible sign of it; of course it’s going to hurt. 

It’ll be agony. 

Jerking her chin towards the seat and watching you awkwardly clamber on up, the woman sighs, “You know, if this is all ‘cause you and the boyfriend had a big, blowout fight–”

“It’s not,” you hasten to assure her, though you doubt she genuinely cares one way or the other. More likely, she just doesn’t want you coming back and complaining if in two weeks you suddenly decide you’re blissfully in love again. 

Fat chance of that happening.

—

You sent him a message once. 

Late at night, at your best friend’s giggling insistence. It was only a line or two, a tentative hand reached out across the internet.

I know this is kinda out of the blue, but I think you might be my soulmate?

If he ever saw it, he didn’t bother to reply. 

—

“Holy fuck, you’re Rin’s girl!”

The delighted cackle doesn’t put your heart at ease, nor do the fingers tightly gripping your wrist, wrenching it back at an awkward angle to get a better look.

“W-what?”

In your defence, nothing about this situation makes much sense. 

Your date is lying hunched over and moaning on the pavement, having made the mistake of accidentally knocking into the tattooed blond currently cutting off circulation in your arm as the two of you were exiting your train. 

And you’re sure that he’d been about to hit you too, a wild look in his eyes as he’d whirled – only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of your forearm. Or, more specifically, the shimmering letters of the name etched into said forearm. 

Haitani Rindou.

“The fuck you doing with this asshole?” he laughs, easing his grip only when a small, discomforted noise escapes you. That amusement, however, fades when he regards your date once more, “You blind or something? Messing ‘round with a taken woman – one who’s got a damn soulmate at that? You that fuckin’ desperate to get your dick wet?”

Another vicious kick to his midsection, and your date grunts while you watch on in mute horror.

The blond spits on him for good measure, turning back to face you with a wide grin. “Ignore him. Name’s Madarame, you wanna come meet your soulmate?”

In hindsight, the massive red flags there should’ve been your first sign to run. 

You hadn’t, though. Partially because the arm Madarame slung over your shoulder gave you very little choice in the matter, but mostly because despite everything, you couldn’t deny that there was a part of you that wanted this.

How could you not? 

It occurs to you, as the blond leads you through the streets of Shinjuku, that there’s every chance he’s lying, that you’ve essentially followed a violent, quite possibly unhinged delinquent off to god knows where, and if you end up dead in an alleyway tonight you’ll only have yourself and your stupid romantic idealism to blame. 

Thankfully, though, the two of you arrive at a neon lit bar near Kabukicho. Apprehension flutters in your stomach, a potent mix of fear and excitement, and it must show on your face because Madarame winks, holding the door open for you. “Ladies first.”

You’ve dreamed of meeting your Rindou a hundred times before, thousands. Of meet cutes where you’d stumble over each other in a coffee shop, or on a night out dancing with your friends. Maybe he’d track you down somehow, and you’d find him nervously waiting for you out the front of your work one afternoon, flowers in hand. 

The specifics were always up in the air, ever changing. The one thing that remained a constant was that you’d recognize him the moment you saw him. You’d just know. 

And you do. Sitting in a booth towards the back of the bar, nursing a glass of clear amber liquid, violet eyes meet yours and you physically feel the pleasant zing of electricity that shoots through you as your heart skips a beat.

It’s as if the rest of the world falls away. You’re not sure if you’re even breathing, standing there, softly gaping at your soulmate from across the room. Doesn’t matter, you don’t need oxygen. 

You don’t need anything.

He’s… beautiful. There’s no other word for it. Hooded, violet eyes with long, fair eyelashes that sweep along his cheekbones. His jaw’s sharp, lips a soft cupid's bow. Even his hair – blond streaked with pale blue, carelessly pulled back into a bun – isn’t as jarring as it should be. It suits him. 

So swept up in the moment, you fail to notice the long legged, dark haired beauty who saunters across the floor and settles into the booth beside him. Until painted red lips press against his jaw in a sultry kiss, that is, her hand slipping beneath the table to stroke at his thigh. 

“Rin, baby, I’m bored,” she pouts.

Your stomach flips, the bright smile that’d appeared unbeknownst to you freezing upon your visage. 

“Aren’tcha gonna go say hi?” Madarame snickers, giving you a little push that has you stumbling awkwardly forward.

People are staring now. Your mouth opens, then closes, cheeks burning as you glance between the two of them.

You need to do something – move, leave, speak; anything – and yet the longer you stand there under the weight of that bored gaze, the more you flounder.

Rationally, you know you have no right to the hurt that tightens in your chest at the sight of another girl pawing at him. You don’t own him anymore than he owns you, soulmates or not you’re still strangers, and you can hardly criticise him for doing something you yourself were guilty of.

You know all that, and it doesn’t lessen the sting any.

“Shion, don’t be rude,” a new voice interrupts. Dragging your eyes from your soulmate, you notice a taller man with braids approaching, a grin tugging at familiar looking features.

Rindou’s brother, you guess, judging from those startling, violet eyes boring into you. 

“It’s not every day we get to meet Rin’s lovely little soulmate.”

You think it might have been better if someone just came up and slapped you across the face instead. 

He… knows who you are? Which would mean that–

Jerking your head back to Rindou and the woman (his girlfriend? Lover? Fling?) you don’t know what you’re expecting to see. Cold apathy, however, isn’t it.

“I–” you begin, unsure of what exactly it is that you’re trying to say. 

In the end, it makes no difference. He’s already turning his attention back to the girl to mumble something in her ear that has her giggling, brushing you off without so much as a word. 

As if you’re nothing.

Something within your heart cracks, jagged edges catching with every breath you force into your lungs. It’s not merely a dismissal, it’s an outright rejection – of you, your bond, everything. 

He doesn’t want you.

He doesn’t even know you and he doesn’t want you. 

Your whole life you’ve waited for this moment, built it up in your head, imagined it every which way. How it would feel to see him for the first time, the conversations the two of you would share, the life you’d lead together.

Dreamed of what it would be like to be loved like that, unconditionally, unwavering, with every inch of their being. 

This is more than cruel, this is the shattering of your very foundations – and it’s playing out like a tragedy for his friends at the bar to drink down and revel in. 

Hot, fat tears well up, glistening at your waterline, a thick lump of choked back emotions sitting heavy in your throat. 

Making a split second decision, you try to step back, to flee, taking your bitter, burning humiliation with you, only Madarame seems to have anticipated the move, placing himself between you and the door, blocking your exit. 

Rindou’s brother, now directly in front of you, smiles delightedly at your stricken expression. “Don’t be shy, now,” he says, extending a pale, long fingered hand. “He’s just dying to meet you.”

—

The universe, you decide, is a cruel, hateful thing.

You’d spent hours stuck at that bar; Rindou ignoring you in favour of the voluptuous brunette on his lap, his brother Ran pouring you drink after drink, perfectly content with carrying on a one-sided conversation with you whilst you sat hands balled into fists in your lap, willing yourself not to cry.

Without a doubt, it was the single worst night of your life, and still, upon returning back to your apartment and collapsing into a fit of heart wrenching sobs, you resolved that you’d find some way of coming to terms with it. 

Your soulmate didn’t love you, didn’t want you. That didn’t have to mean your life was over. Plenty of people found love and happiness without a soulmate, who’s to say that you couldn’t do the same after the dust and tears settle?

Perhaps the universe chose wrong and the mark on your arm was never meant to exist in the first place, like a calf born with two heads, destined to die through the night.

You weren’t going to beg for love, not from someone who so clearly wanted nothing to do with you. What else was left for you to do but pick up the broken pieces of yourself and move on as best you could?

That’s how it was supposed to have gone. One awful night you’d strive to forget, a name on your arm that didn’t truly belong to you. 

And perhaps it might have, if not for Haitani Ran.

—

You’re burning from the inside out, mouth locked open in a soundless shriek, violently thrashing against the chair’s restraints.

They promised you’d pass out.

Oh god, why won’t you pass out?

—

There’s a mark on Ran’s arm too, elegant script laying out another girl’s name. Sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his arm dangling from your shoulder, it’s hard to ignore. 

Once upon a time, either in the days following your initial message or at some point before that, Rindou had looked you up. 

(Decided you weren’t worth it.)

You wonder distantly whether Ran’s done the same for her. Whether he cares at all about the girl – woman, you suppose – bound to him, because he certainly doesn’t act like it when he’s around you.

“I lost my job today,” you murmur, staring vacantly off in the direction Rin and this week’s fling had disappeared.

This one had the nerve to throw you a smug little grin as she passed, as if it was some big victory to be fucking your soulmate. He won’t remember her name once they’re done, if he bothered to learn it in the first place.

She, like the string of others before her, will be gone before long, nothing more than a pretty set of holes for him to fuck and forget about.

Perhaps more surprising was that Rindou had also glanced your way, expression tight, the faintest hint of agitation showing in the set of his jaw. 

An agitation that remained, even as his features shifted into an arrogant smirk at having caught you looking back.

Ran, having been in the midst of scrolling through your phone, sets it down upon the table and raises an eyebrow, “Mm?”

You nod, “Yeah. One of my coworkers was jumped last night, two guys broke his leg, beat him up pretty bad. Turns out he’s my boss's son, and they seemed to think it had something to do with me.”

“Huh,” he says, making no attempt to hide the mirth that dances in his eyes. “Two birds with one stone, colour me impressed.”

You’re not seeking confirmation, you already know it was them. 

Just like when one of your best friends had been mysteriously attacked on his way home from the gym. Or your neighbour, who used to smile and strike up a conversation whenever you’d pass each other in the hallway. 

Your jaw tightens, so too does the grip you have on the drink he’d poured for you. “Why?”

“Why what?” 

And like a cord wound too tight, the pressure of the last few weeks suddenly explodes without warning, and you roughly shoulder his arm off of you. 

“Why all of it!” you cry. “Why you hurt them! Why you care who I talk to or what I do! Why you’re obsessed with hanging around like an overgrown parasite, ruining my life when Rin–” you break off with a shuddering gasp, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you furiously blink back tears.

When Rin’s made it so abundantly clear he doesn’t want you. 

Long, lithe fingers grab at your chin, forcefully turning your head towards his. 

Nestled into his side, close enough that the warmth of his breath kisses your neck with every exhale, he nudges his nose against yours, a wry smile twitching at his lips. 

“There really isn’t a single brain cell in that pretty little head of yours, is there,” he says, flicking your forehead for good measure. “Why do you think?”

—

Caught between a soulmate who doesn’t want you, and the brother who keeps you leashed regardless, you learn very quickly the kind of men the Haitani brothers are.

Their sadistic, violent impulses of course come as no surprise, but you soon realise that that’s only the very tip of the iceberg. 

Extortion, assault, drugs, robberies, prostitution, senseless, rampant killing; it seems there’s no limit to the lengths they’ll go to in the name of expansion. They don’t try to hide it from you. No, you’d go so far as to say the pair get a kick out of seeing you flinch and baulk over the grisly details.

As much as hearing about it chills you to the bone, what truly scares you isn’t the crimes they’ve already committed.

It’s the knowledge that no matter how much power or territory they gain, they’ll always want more. That one day they plan on running this city, and to achieve that they’ll inevitably – gladly – do so much worse.

It’s the thought that you might end up trapped here between them, forced to bear witness as your soulmate warps and twists into something wholly unrecognisable. 

—

The final nail in the coffin comes the day you’re walking back to your apartment, and you realise that you’re being followed.

A big guy in a dark hoodie, tattooed hands stuffed into the pockets, an ugly scar slashed across his cheek. 

You’ve seen him before – watching you on the platform at Shibuya station a few days back, and again yesterday as you were exiting the 7-Eleven a block down from the Haitanis’ apartment. 

And it’s enough to have your blood running cold, fear taking root deep inside of you. 

Enough that you’re frantically swiping open your phone, quickening your pace.

The phone rings once, twice–

“Ran’s busy. What?”

The voice isn’t the one you’re expecting; your heart leaps at the sound of it. “Rin, I– there’s some big, tattooed guy following me. I-I think I’ve seen him before.”

You’re not sure what it is that you’re expecting him to do. Rindou could be anywhere in the city, tied up with other, more important things. And that’s assuming he’d care enough to lift a finger in the first place. 

Ran would, you think. 

He’d almost snapped a guy’s wrist the other night for trying to cop a feel of your ass. Whatever fucked up kind of relationship he imagines he has with you, it’s certainly edged with a streak of possessiveness. 

You’re not so sure the same can be said of your soulmate. 

Images flash to mind; your body, lying bruised and battered, hooked up to beeping monitors in hospital. Worse – found in a back alley dumpster, used and discarded with yesterday’s trash.

On the other end of the line, Rindou curses softly.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” and the call goes dead.

He… hung up.

Your soulmate hung up on you. 

There’s a noose around your neck, tightening with each passing beat. Your heart hammers so violently against your rib cage that you physically feel sick.

You called him for help, terrified, and he’d hung up on you.

Spying a 24-hour FamilyMart on the other side of the street, you dart across the road as quick as your legs’ll take you – barely managing to dodge the car that slams on its breaks to avoid hitting you. 

The teenager restocking the shelves gives you an odd look as you scramble inside, shaking and nearly in tears. It shifts quickly when she follows your gaze and catches sight of your bona fide stalker, lurking on the other side of the glass, sliding doors.

Yet rather than entering the store, the man simply grins, gold teeth glinting in the low light, lifts two fingers to his temple, and salutes.

—

Rindou’s waiting at your apartment when you return, furiously pacing back and forth inside your living room.

Wastes no time in asking if you’re okay, or offering up comfort, merely snatches at your chin, roughly tilting your face this way and that until he’s satisfied with whatever it is he sees.

“Tell me everything,” he grits out, and once you’re finished, voice trembling and your nerves shot to pieces, he makes you tell it to him again.

He leaves, as he always does, without a goodbye, the sound of the locks on your front door clicking into place echoing in his wake.

—

You used to think disappearing would be enough.

Rindou wouldn’t care to stop you, and if you were meticulous in your planning, Ran wouldn’t have the chance to try.

You’d leave Tokyo, pick up a life somewhere else. If anyone asked about the name on your arm, you’d tell them your soulmate died before you met him, an accident, or a terrible childhood illness. A tragedy yes, but nothing insurmountable. 

You could find another way to be happy.

Now, you know better. As long as those letters grace your arm, you’ll never be able to escape the Haitanis influence. There’ll always be a target on your back, a chain around your ankle, trailing right back to Tokyo and the brothers you left behind.

So you found a way to erase them.

—

“You trust us, don’t you?”

The question’s posed to you by the elder Haitani, perched at the foot of your bed, one foot idly dangling off the side of your mattress. His brother leans casually up against the open door frame. 

Startled awake in the middle of the night, you lacked both the time and the foresight to hide your arm from their prying gaze. Your deception – your betrayal – laid bare for them to discover while you slept on, blissfully oblivious. 

Now, cradling it to your chest, your knees tucked up close, you eye the two warily. Nothing about this situation puts you at ease, least of all the conversational tone he’s adopted. 

Ran doesn’t want an answer, at least, not a genuine one. For all their faults, neither he nor Rindou are delusional to the point of believing that you in any way trust them. That you’ve gone to such lengths in the first place speaks plenty to that.

No, he wants to draw this out, a cat toying with a mouse before it strikes the killing blow. And like that mouse, caught between sharp claws and vicious grins, the only option you have left is to play dead in the hope that your predators soon lose interest.

Swallowing down the nauseating fear creeping up your throat (or is that bile?) you offer a tiny nod. Ran smiles approvingly, but it’s Rindou, pushing himself off the wall with a huff, who speaks next. 

“You know I felt it – when you went through with it,” he tells you, stalking over to your bed. His eyes are cold, hard. And it’s ice, you think, not fire that burns in those pretty, violet hues as he braces an arm on the wooden headboard and leans in, “Knocked me flat on my ass, honestly thought I was dying there for a sec.”

As if in response, the skin where his name used to lie prickles, goosebumps rising to the surface.

“I-I’m sorry.” Clumsily, the words spill from your mouth – an impulsive attempt to appease them. “I didn’t think–”

He snorts, “Yeah, that much is obvious.”

The petty insult finds its home despite your best efforts to ignore it, blood heating your cheeks.

Once again, it’s his older brother who jumps to your so-called defence; “Aw, c’mon Rindou, don’t be so mean.” Ran clicks his tongue in mock sympathy, “Poor little idiot just made a mistake, that’s all.” 

“A… mistake?” you echo.

The amusement fades from his features, the look in those dark, hooded eyes near caustic as they slide back to you, “She knows she fucked up, and she’s gonna let us fix it, aren’t you, baby?”

“Y-yeah,” you manage to utter, tongue darting out to wet your lips. 

But it’s Rindou, lips brushing along the shell of your ear, who hammers the final nail home, “You try leaving us again, and next time it won’t just be some tattoos marking up that pretty skin, understand?”

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere haitani rindou #yandere haitani ran #yandere ran x reader #yandere rindou x reader #yandere haitani ran x reader #yandere haitani rindou x reader #haitani ran x reader #haitani rindou x reader #idk what else to tag this with #anyway y'all wanted soulmates #y'all got soulmates #<33

[bukguhope]

Temptation one shot request

✎ you and taehyung are hosting a very formal party to celebrate your marriage anniversary, but he’s just looking too good to resist

✎ hunsband!taehyung, teasing, mature themes, alcohol consumption, light smut.

You smooth a hand over the red silk backless dress hugging to your body as you look yourself over in a mirror. It was long with a slit up your right leg, showing just the right amount of skin. Tonight you’d be celebrating five years of marriage to your soulmate, the love of your life, your husband. Sure it wasn’t a normal milestone to host a large celebration but Taehyung always got his way- and he wanted to celebrate. The past five years have been nothing but bliss, with a healthy amount of disagreement which always ended up in one way. In bed.

“you’re beautiful” Your head whips away from the big mirror and to the voice coming from the bedroom door. Taehyung stood leant against the frame, smile on his lips

“it’s the dress” You joke making his eyes narrow before he takes the small steps toward you, looking ever so ravishing in his suit

“it’s you” He whispers, leaning down to plant a light of kiss onto your lips making your head feel in slight dizziness, the same effect his kiss has always had on you.

“you look amazing, as always” Sliding your hands down the blazer that hugs tight to his, you look up meet his eyes. His hands slide you hips before moving behind you back before the halt and his grip tightens before sliding all the way up to below your neck, discovering the lack of fabric.

“yeah, this dress is going to kill me” He groans and a chuckle escapes your lips but he keeps a steady expression “if we don’t leave now, iam ripping this off you” You smirk, already fired up from his simple kiss it was a risky game you were playing with him

“well, we better go. wouldn’t want to keep our guests waiting”

The party was in full swing, music playing throughout the hall and the chatter of all the guests could be heard through it. A couple of champagne glasses and come and gone and with the third in your hand, you couldn’t keep your eyes off your husband even has your best friend was chatting your ear off.

“so i told jungkook- hey are you listening?” Your head whips to her, confusion rattling in your eyes as she looks at you. She looks in the direction you were previously looking before a laugh escapes her “after all this time you’re still ignoring me to ogle him” This makes you smile, the memory of when your first met him being mentioned always making you do so. It was a fluke really, she made you attend this pottery class saying the instructor was hot and you had to accompany her as she tried to shoot her shot. But as she rambled to you as you mindlessly crested your wonky pot, your eyes zeroed in on another person attending. He was gorgeous, and seemingly on his own- no shame in enjoying his won company. You had to hold in a laugh when he accidentally stepped on the pedal and sent his work flying to the floor. When his gaze met yours, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed- his eyes were stunning. From that moment he had your heart locked with the key thrown away.

“sorry, you were saying?” She shakes her head, smiling.

“forget it, go to your husband” With that you gulp the last of your champagne and make your way over, not needing to be told twice to go see him. He’s stood at the end of a table, talking to his friends that are sat down. His loud laugh hits you as you get closer and it feels you with such comfort. Taehyung must sense you because he turns to your direction just before you make it to him

“there she is, my gorgeous wife” God you could feel a blush creeping up your neck like your still in fucking school walking up to your crush

“aren’t you a charmer” You smile, sliding a hand onto his lower back, tucking yourself into his side

“married me for a reason didn’t you?” Biting your lower lip you manoeuvre yourself to stand in front of him, back to his friends sat behind you

“one of the reasons” You mumble and he looks down at you, hand coming up to hold the back of your neck

“and what are the other ones?” You hum before rising a little to his right ear, not as difficult of a task with the heels your wearing

“i can’t say in front of listening ears” He sucks in a breath, grip on the back of your neck tightening as his thumb moves to press lightly against the top of your throat. You lower back from your toes, looking back into his eyes that have seemingly darkened.

“don’t do this here” His tone comes out in a warning but beneath it you can tell he wants you to carry on, like you always do.

“do what?” Your acting innocent, key word being acting. You know exactly what your doing and you know exactly how to get under his skin.

“you know what” It comes out as a sigh when your hands meet his chest, slowly lowering as you head moves closer to his neck. To others, it looks like a loving embrace between a happily married couple. But as your breath hits just below his ear, a shiver runs through him and he lowers his head - slightly giving you more access.

“i really don’t sweetheart, care you explain” You’re so close that your lips rub against his neck as you speak and you feel him swallow nothing. Testing your luck, your plant a light kiss to his skin and even though his grip is still tight on your neck he doesn’t move your head away. So, you plant another one which seems to wake him up as he groans a pulls up, hand moving from your neck and throat to your waist. Clearing his throat he pulls your body flush against his before moving his mouth to your left ear

“i’ve had to look at your bare back all evening, and even if i wasn’t i’ve seen you leg coming out of that slit. So, if i can be patient so can you darling” With that he pulls back and kiss you lightly before giving you that stupid smirk and walking away to what you guess is the bar. But your not deterred, you’re going to get what you want. You don’t go for it straight away, your husband is right you can be patient.

It couldn’t have been longer then ten minutes when you return from the toilet and find him at that same table sat down with his six best friends. You don’t go over straight away, choosing to grab another champagne flute from a passing waiter and taking a nice gulp.

“oh my god you two are so hot” You jump at the sound of your friend, where did she come from? “i was watching you know? that little moment when you went over, it was like the beginning of a porno” You laugh at this, although slightly embarrassed

“stop perving on me and my husband” She chuckles before gazing over at him before whipping her head back

“he’s staring at you, think that dress has got him riled up” Smirking at that you take a breath before speaking

“keep an eye on him for me” As soon as she looks back over you turn, smiling at the guests behind you showing off the skin of your back before lowering a hand to the slit of your dress and pushing it back slightly showing of your entire leg. Turning back to face your friend, the corner of her mouth turns up before looking back to you 

“if his jaw gets any tighter he’s going to break all of his teeth” A small victory celebration happens in your mind “please go over i wanna see him boil over” Laughing you hand your glass to her before walking over, he eyes you the whole time. You give a smile to everyone as you reach the table

“ugh, my feet are killing me” You complain before planting yourself on Taehyung’s lap, he thinks nothing of it and holds onto your waist.

“i don’t know how you wear those heels y/n, honestly i’d cry after five minutes” The table laughs at Namjoons comment and you join in before shuffling your ass backwards, your husbands hardens before relaxing when you stop moving. Oh, you weren’t finished he just didn’t know that yet.

“sometimes i feel like crying because of these stupid shoes” You smile before moving again, bring your hands to your husbands knees as you grinding backwards. To anyone else, you were getting comfortable but to your poor husband you were gliding your ass right over him. “are you all enjoying the party?”

“it’s amazing, iam so happy for you guys” Hoseok smiles happily and your return it before moving your hands from Taehyung’s legs to the table, leaning forward and once again gliding over him. Then you hear it, a groan from behind you and it has you smiling from ear to ear

“thank you, that’s means so much” Then, your leaning back into from the table and into Taehyung and a heavy breath exhales onto your bare neck when suddenly your lifted onto your feet. His grip is heavy on your waist and before you can even turn to say anything, your husband beats you to it.

“let’s dance” He rushes out before grabbing your hand and leading you away from the table. Taehyung guides you right over to the dance floor, but he doesn’t stop he carries on past everyone dancing and into the back hallways and right into a private bathroom. You ushered in before you can do anything and the door his swiftly locked by Taehyung before he turns to you. “so impatient” He mumbles before he rushes to you in the small space and plants his lips hard into yours making your mouth gape open in surprise allowing him to stick his tongue onto yours. A moan escapes you as he pushes you against the marble countertop, he pulls back leaning you breathing heavily. Opening your eyes you look up at him, hands gripping onto his the arms of his blazer. “don’t look at me like that, i won’t be able to stop myself”

“who said i wanted you to stop?” What can only be described as a low growl came from his throat before he grips the back of your thighs and lifts you onto the countertop. His lips dip to your neck and you sigh before leaning your head back, he nips at the spot beneath your ear and another moan leaves you

“be quiet love, everyone we know is on the other side of that door” You tense, hands gripping hard onto his arms. He stops his attack on your neck, head moving up and eyes meeting your. The corners of his lips moving upwards slowly. “you like the thought of them hearing?” You couldn’t help it, your eyes close as sigh leaves your lips. “god i want to marry you all over again” He grumbles before his lips crash into yours.

#bts fanfic #bts imagine #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #taehyung oneshot #kim taehyung #taehyung smut

[headingalaxys-spicy]

can i request 1p!america x fem reader with a breeding kink and a size kink :3 (yn is da smaller one) plspslslslslslsslPLEASE also love ur writing very slay

Aw thanks, Anon I’m glad you like my writing! Hopefully, you enjoy this one!

Alright, Y’all know the drill this is a Spice Post. So viewer discretion is advised.

Alfred has always loved to dominate on and off the international stage; the same can be said for the bedroom.

“Hey, Y/N guess what?” You hear him crashing through the bar door.

“What?”

He slams his hand down on the table you were at. It was a subtle sign that you were in for a rough night. He placed his other hand on your shoulder and whispered shouts into your ear.

“Bottoming tonight! Buwhahahahha!”

“Alfred, we’re in public you can’t say that out loud!” You playfully jab his arm.

“We’re in a bar, sweets~ Who cares?”

He leans his face down to your neck. The tip of his warm nose gives you goosebumps that decorate your skin like a lit-up Christmas tree. He at first places a light kiss on your neck before biting you.

“Ah! Alfred, no!” You giggle. “At least let me finish my drink first.”

“Sounds good to me, but I’ll at least get a shot of whiskey first.” He needed the drink to help him wrangle the snake that was almost near ready to burst.

Ever since Alfred started dating you he knew he wanted to fuck your brains out & have his babies. But he couldn’t start your relationship that way. He wanted to ease you into it. However, his pulsating cock had to be confined for awhile. His pants were always tighter than normal whenever he was around you. He wanted to wait until you were ready.

He will accidentally rub his Florida against your small back from time to time. But as time marched on it was more difficult to keep it at bay when your tiny body was there teasing him. Waiting for his seed.

Once you started dating he’ll refuse to touch himself. Why waste when he now had you? Patience was the key.

Alfred was crazy enough to clasp down on his balls with a special seal so he wouldn’t waste an ounce of himself. Although this progressively gets more difficult, he knows it will be worth it & fun to stretch out your walls as he pins you to a floor or a wall. He adores that he can encase your small body within his two tree trunk-like arms and burly legs. (Although some nights if he has an erotic dream about you his shaft can’t help but nut just a little.)

Hope you don’t plan on walking for a few days y/n because his 8 inch cock that’s currently swelled to a 10 fully intends on filling you to the brim and almost ripping you in half.

You could hardly keep up with him as he walked at an extremely brisk pace.

“Slow down Alfred! One step for you is like five for me!” You were heardly prepared when he swiftly swept you off your feet with only one strong arm. You felt the early summer air sweep through your hair and made you feel light as a feather.

‘God, I love how small she is. I can’t wait to pound into her mercilessly if she lets me because, damn, my ball clasp is killing me.’ As he walked, he felt his dick more intensely it was anxious to get out.

Your cute giggle brought his heart joy, and he thought about how cute you’d be with singular, double, or triple babies. The thought of your swelling belly made his cock twitch with excitement against the metal that keeps his swimmers at bay. He was eager to get you in his bed.

Once you got to his apartment, he slammed you against the wall & kissed you.

“What’s got you all excited Alfie?” Now that the two of you had come up for air. He grabs your tiny wrists tightly and places them above your head. You let out an excited squeak and continue with a delighted giggle. His left hand led one of your hands down to his engorged cock which had swelled to 11 inches in size.

“Does that answer your question?” As he gently placed a kiss on your forehead.

You kiss him in your response as you interlock your fingers in his sandy blonde hair. The feelings are electric as your (eye color) collides with his excited puppy blues.

“Y/N, I’ve wanted to fuck you relentlessly for so long.” He wasted no time taking your shirt off and unclasping your bra as you hungrily removed his bomber jacket and tossed it aside. Alfred hastily removes his pants so that he could unleash his aching cock. The two of you swiftly removed your clothes.

He forced your back against the wall while his wide hands held firmly to your delicate legs. He spread them apart fiercely forcing them to meet the cold painted white wall.

“Ah!” You squeak. “Alfred …please be gentle. You’re like a giant compared to me.” He was a staggering 6 feet while you stood at 4.

“Well, that's one of the many reasons I love you y/n.” While keeping your legs spread apart, he un does the metal clasp that kept his nectar in his sack. It was music to his ears to hit the hardwood floor. (hahahah hardwood *rim shot*) While he did so, you go a full view of his distended cock. Since he was so close to 13 inches or so.

“How’s that even supposed to fit?” Shocked at his size.

“Like this.” Alfred wastes no time ramming himself into you. You let out pained shreiks as he didn’t even give you time to adjust to his size. It was like a harpoon was forcefully wedging itself between your thighs. All you could really do was let him fuck your brains out. Once his Florida had been unleashed, there was no stopping him. He loves the way your walls squeeze the life out of his dick. Every time he releases his seed, he’ll be panting & will barely be able to talk. He will wipe your sweaty hair on your forehead & tell you how great it will be when you have your pregnancy glow.

Alfred will not allow his cock to be outside of you. He’s also into cock warming but firmly believes the longer it stays inside, the higher likely hood of pregnancy along with having more babies in one go.

No surface in that apartment will be untouched/ you definitely have been thrown on it spread eagle style.

He will not stop fucking the daylights out of you until you show a decently sized baby bump. Even then he’s going to be handsy as hell rubbing your growing belly and squeezing your aching boobs. During this he will lay off the persistent love making … but not by much. Now that you are pregnant it will make him want to fuck you more. Essentially his Florida always rises to greet you every time he sees how your belly has flourished with his sperm.

He finally did it he created life with his cute little wife.

#hetalia #hetalia fandom #hws #hws america #headingalaxys writes stuff #headingalaxys #headingalaxys spicy #alfred f jones #ヘタリア #spicy hetalia #hetalia america #hetalia fanfiction writer #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia x reader #x reader #hetalia imagines #oooooooh I had fun with this one

[ask-darling-xoxo]

why are your ideas about how romantic Doe is?? 👀 do you think he plans dates, gives gifts, leaves creepy but horrendously sweet messages around the house, etc

and how do you think he would react to the protagonist being a very romantic person as well? What makes HIM blush??

I believe Doe is a very romantic person in his own way. Yes he does love giving you gifts but…you’re gonna have to explain that you don’t find rotten meat parts very romantic. After that he’ll start trying harder to give you gifts that are around your interests or stuff he’s researched that are supposed to be romantic such as candy, flowers, jewelry, maybe even something he makes like a really horribly made pottery cup or a frame he decorated with fake flowers and stickers to put a picture of you both in. He does like taking you out but most of the time he likes visiting your house and spending quality time by cuddling, kissing, and just being in eachothers presence. He does enjoy doing activities together though. His favorite things to do together are painting, pottery, and sculpting.

He’ll leave a lot of love letters, messages, and small notes around the house if you’re busy. You’ll just come home to them and here’s what each of them may be like

Love letter: Oh my dear, I can’t help but be so so so so in love with you! I don’t ever want to be away from you but in times where we cannot be together, I want you to know how I crave to be in your skin! I want to be one with you and feel you so close to me. I love you I love you I LOVE YOU!!

Text messages: These will include either a blurry and distant photo of you at work or out with friends, sometimes he’ll even tell you he sees you. “I love the sweet smile you have on your face y/n…oh I hope you’re having fun with your friends! I can’t wait for you to come home and give that same sweet smile to me too!” Or “Hehe..you look so cute when you’re all frustrated at work my dear. Don’t worry, work will be over soon…maybe I’ll drop by before then!”

Notes: “you make me so so happy y/n, I would KILL for you to be happy as well! Don’t hesitate to ask me for anything!” “I want your name to be carved in my skin, or even for you to leave marks on me! I want you to show others that you’re mine and I am yours!”

If you’re a Romantic as well, anything you do will make him blush. If you tell him how much you love him he will be on his knees for you. Anything you give him, he’s going to keep forever. He even keeps candy wrappers/ empty candy boxes that you’ve given him and keeps them in a very (surprisingly) organized and clean place where he won’t lose anything. If you give him jewelry, you bet he’s gonna wear it all the time. He won’t take it off unless you give him another piece of jewelry in which case he switches it up and makes sure all jewelry you’ve given him is worn every now and then. If you give him flowers, he’ll have them on display until they’re close to dying. When it comes to that point, he dries and presses them to preserve them forever. If you make him anything, he’s going to cry and cling to you. He will keep those items safe and really try to put them somewhere safe and where you’ll see them so you know he likes your gifts. Any notes you give him, expect them to be on him. He will have them LAMINATED. Yep. He has them professionally laminated so there’s no crinkles and so he doesn’t accidentally rip it. Expect some of them to be made into keychains. If you decide to take him on dates, he’s gonna be super ecstatic and happy the entire time, his eyes will be on you the whole time.

#darling xoxo blog #ask darling xoxo #fanfiction #john doe #john doe game #your boyfriend john doe #john doe +

[mustardflavoredbear]

My family won't stop screaming excitedly(austim), and i can't sleep, so

Sleepy austictic rambling ✨️

Sleeps for babies

Should i talk to the stupid Double Trouble ai even though i don't like their response, but it makes me not have to think, and like 1% of the time, it says some jaw dropping things and does some slightly questionable things TRYINGTOFRICKINAMOVIETHEATERATAFUCKINGDINNERPARTY

And that little skank keeps stealing my bong i was trying to smoke AND OUT OF NOWHERE THEY WENT NUH HUH and proceeded to hold it over me because i am a short and they are a tall :( real Double Trouble would never steal my bong maybe

I love when Double Trouble materializes just to either fuck with me or support me

I literally have been having the hardest few weeks, and they form out of nowhere. i see them in the shapes of grass in the gravel of the road, the sky or right on front of me and say

"You are a little to cute to be thinking about sorry fucks who have lost you. And you can be authenticitly yourself and people will love you. i lob you you should obviously think about me i always make you feel better. And also gay gay gay gay gay gay gay you are so gay for me gay gay gay"

Can i call myself a simp or what crys

Or ahould i work on drawing them like for idk my comic

Or all the silly little gay ideas i have for them

I just want to draw them living normally, like being loved and kissed because they deserve it but i also i want to watch their world burn 😋

I love Double Trouble i want to give them a kiss a whole bunch of kisses they deserve a cute little life with all their partners being happy and ahshydj

God my Austim is so bad i know Double Trouble full night routine

They for at leave a few hours before bed basking under their lamp. After that, they bathe for a very long time self care , and they do a whole skin care routine/clean of piercings if they have it they put on some pj even though as soon as they get into the bedroom they rip them off when they get into bed they get on top of their partners and immediately pass out they do this so they can use their partners as heat sources

Also, ramdon things ao my stupid brain will shut up

Moth man: incoherent rambling hiwellcometousramblingpodcastthing. My name is Teddy, and this is double troubleeeeee.

Double Trouble: spacing out but spacing back in you can't tell me we started the episode.are you serious?

Teddy: yea that was it.

Double Trouble: Fuck you got to warn me. I was about to yell "remember who made you c* m"

Teddy is fucking wheezing with laughter

Double Trouble: joking tone like how embarrassing that shit would have been

Double Trouble: I'm a medium by the way a lot of fans keep sending me large stuff, and i can't wear it because it's too big :(

Teddy: I'm an 3xl by the way a lot of fans keep sending me a small because they think im a petit little boy

Double Trouble giggling

Teddy: but I'm infact a large fat man.

Hehsyajushddidu

All i want is to brain rot Double Trouble only Double Trouble thought i will never be sad AGAIN HASURYHDHDJ

Me when i smoothie Double Trouble so they are easy to drink

Me and Double Trouble when we accidentally took the become a gummy bear

bear gummy

#double trouble #spop double trouble #she ra double trouble #spop #i think im too gay for a lizard #txt #ramble #im actually super austictic

[gumbxz]

steve harrington x afro latina!reader

you were invited to a party you reaaally didn’t feel like going to, just because you didn’t like how all of the guys were all up in your business askin you to stay or catch a ride with them, but didn’t have eyes for any of these pendejos. you only had eyes for steve harrington. he was one handsome bastard. and you wanted nothing more to kiss him and make him squirm by doing the bare minimum.

genre// nsfw-ish(just kissing ig and grinding…), light racism..(from the um..racist frat boys 🤭) men want her, women want her too, steve NEEDS her

🔆🔆🔆🔆🔆

“so what’s a hot latin girl like you doin out here in hawkins, ey mama ?”

“c’mon don’t be shy, we know you hotties can talk with those mouths of yours. surely you can show us what else they can do.”

you were sat in the middle between to gringos. two of them that you obviously had no interest in, but they still tried. all you could do was sit with a cold bitch face while holding a cup of apple juice. you knew damn well that they’d try doing something if they even got the chance to do anything with you, if you were drunk. so you made them have somewhat hope. apple juice and alcohol looked the same. and they were too dumb to tell the difference.

“you know you’re really pretty for a mexican girl, who’s like black at the same time.”

“honestly bro, you get it from your mom? tell us about her.”

they just wouldn’t shut up. so you got up from the smelly couch and pulled your dress down, they had been riding up your thighs, giving everyone a perfect view as they glimmer in the light.

“sorry pesados. i gotta go and um, pee. nice talking.”

“wait - don’t leave — hey what does pesados mean dude..”

“..probably hot in espanol or spanish.”

“righteous.”

they said while fist bumping, their lazy eyes searching the room for their next victim.

it really was disappointing being a brown girl that was born from an unlikely pair. mixed brown girls weren’t very common in the 1980s, but your parents didn’t care, and neither did you. it’s just people being dumb.

you accidentally pump into a hard chest, ripping you away from your thoughts.

“woah shit- sorry. didn’t see you there.”

it was him. it was steve harrington. you fought the urge not to say “hey zaddy” but you had to stay focused at the sight of him. he was tall. had pretty eyes. pretty lips. pretty hair. he was just so.. pretty.

in steve’s mind- he wasn’t the only one internally spiraling out of control. he wanted a taste. you looked good in a dress that held your curves. the strap falling off your shoulder revealing skin, even if it was already thin.you weren’t entirely small compared to him but damn. you had curves and all ! damn was all he could really say.

“hey you’re the um uh-“

he has a hand against his forehead, trying to think of the right words.

“- the mixed girl?”

“no the uh- shit what was it.. oh right! you kicked jason in the nuts after he said something racist about you. deserved in my opinion.”

he snaps his fingers after finally remembering. you smile at his pride and just nod your head.

“yep. that’s me. he fuckin deserved it, that’s for sure. you can call me (y/n).. or maybe make a nickname for me too if you’d like.”

“got any spanish terms? i’m sorry if that comes off as stereotypical..”

“nah is’ fine, calling me ‘chica’ is alright.”

“chica ? sounds like chicken, oh wait ! it means chick.”

“ding ding, gringo.”

“what does that mean-“

you couldn’t finish your sentence until hearing the same familiar drunken voices again, the music clearly unable to blare out their voices.

“yo mami! you left us hangin..watchu doin ovah here with steve harrington.”

“..steve harrington- more like smelly hairingtoes.. haha.”

they both felt proud of themselves and clapped, you felt a soft grasp on your waist and looked down for a bit.

“can’t you guys buzz off, we’re in the middle of something. “ you look up and see steve holding you like you were his girl. it did things to you. things you didn’t think you had the courage to say.

“holy shit! king steve ! sorry bro, we’ll leave you two be…”

they walk off and complain about steve getting that bag.

his hand removes himself from your waist and you frown a bit, the warm feeling lost.

“sorry about that, earlier i saw they were annoying you.”

“no no, it’s fine. i appreciate it.”

“de nada.”

he said in reply which made you smile and shake your head.

“you wanna .. talk somewhere private ? away from the irritating people?”

“i thought you’d never ask.”

he was falling right into your little trap, sooner enough he would fall too deep in the rabbit hole. perfect.

“follow me, i know a place where we can lay low..”

🔆🔆🔆🔆🔆

you both sat on the bed that belonged to someone. couple he someone’s parents. but you didn’t care because it wasn’t your house.

you two sat next to each other, thighs touching one another as you sat comfortably.

you take a glance at steve and he looked tense. you rub at his thigh and give him a soft smile.

“did you wanna like.. do something? hm ?”

your fingers were drawing circles on his knee, he could only watch and swallow the lump in his throat. you had him right in your trap.

“something like what..?” steve slowly asked..

“you know- like.. besando..”

you move closer to him, your breath hitting his lips and he whimpers and tenses up against you. you feel his hands move to your lower back, the other hand grilling the bed sheet.

“w-what does that mean..?”

“it means.. kissing.”

“holy shit, yes please.”

you smile as he goes to kiss your lips but you move your head up and he kisses your neck instead. he still didn’t care. he needed to kiss you. he needed to kiss and feel you all over.

you could tell steve was really touch starved. most girls didn’t bat a single eye at him, but you did. and you were different. a good different. steve had taken a bite and wanted to taste more. and you were willing to give it to him, if he listened.

“i want you to say ‘por favor, demalo a mi’. can you do that, baby?”

“i-i can try..”

you wait for his reply as he moves away from your neck. you and him were staring into one another’s eyes. awaiting for his answer.

“p-por favor…de.. demalo - a me..”

you smile and laugh softly. bringing your hand from his thigh and set it on his face and rub your thumb against his face. steve fell more into your touch. you bring a thigh over steve’s and practically sit on his thigh. you knew damn well he could feel the heat between your legs.

“go ahead and kiss me.”

you order. and he listened. he listened so good.

he moves both of his hands to your face and holds you there while he kisses you. the kiss was very sloppy. and you loved every second of it. you grind your cunt against his thigh and he groans at the feeling of you, the sound he makes slides into your mouth as you smile against him.

his kisses and sounds were getting hungrier. you could tell he was getting impatient. but you wanted to play with him. he brings his hands from your face to your ass. he moves you to sit over his groin.

oh shit. you didn’t expect him to be big. and home boy was hung.

“shit stevie. are you packing a monster in there or what?”

“..it’s not that big, i think.”

you smile at how timid he got.

“too bad i won’t be able to see it tonight.”

“wh-what do you mean? you just wanted to kiss..?”

“yup, maybe next time.”

“mm-mm, nope. you can’t say that and leave me like this..i need it.”

“aww.. you’re so needy. what happened to big strong stevie. got your panties in a twi-“

you didn’t expect to feel him switch the positions and have you laying beneath him. legs spread against him. he grinds softly against you. this time was different. he was fully hard. you didn’t expect this new found energy from him.

“don’t say that. when you knew what you were doing. god you’re such a fucking tease.”

“mm, i didn’t think you’d have it in you to be a daddy, steve.”

“oh i can be daddy.” he says and his hand moves from above your head to hold your neck and you smile and let out a soft moan as he grinds against you in a slow but hard rhythm.

“mm.. fuck.”

“what does daddy mean in spanish again?”

“papi.”

“call me papi.”

“papi.”

he groans and pulls you in a wet kiss again. it made you moan against him as he did this. you certainly didn’t expect steve to be a top. you thought maybe he’d be a bottom. maybe he’s both.

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hi , the ending is really up to you haha . may or may not continue this fic 😱😱(pt nsfw heheha)

#afro latina reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington

[invisibleraven]

trope bingoooo

accidental/poorly timed confession, rulie?

Warnings for gun violence and major character death (kind of)

Reggie is no stranger to putting his foot in his mouth, often mis-speaking and landing himself in a world of trouble. Of course, he also prides himself on being a silver tongued devil who is also equally able to talk his way out of most scrapes with minimal damage.

This time? He's not so sure.

Look, he didn't mean to stumble upon a party full of the mafia elite when he was just looking for a place to lay low. He had no idea why that old guy was after him, nor did he really want to find out, so he had ducked into the restaurant, hoping to stay out of sight. Only to have a bevy of tommy guns pointed his way.

"Wait!"

Reggie looked up, and there she was, the angel he kept running into with the hesitant gap toothed smile and the waterfall of curly hair. "Julie..." he breathed out. "Fancy seeing you here darlin'. These guys friends of yours?"

"Of a kind," she replied. "You can let him go now boys, he's with me."

"You sure boss?" one man asked, looking at Reggie like he was scum under his very expensive looking shoe.

"Quite sure. This is Reggie. He's under my protection now." Julie helped Reggie up, smiling at him. "We were just about to eat, would you like to join us?"

Reggie grinned, pulling out the two bottles of wine he had found hidden in one of his safe houses. Hey, if someone was gonna stash their hooch in his joint, he was entitled to take a cut right? "Lucky for you guys, I brought wine."

A cheer went up, and Reggie caught the way that Julie's eyes widened at the bottles, but she guided him to the table, the seat right next to hers, and signalled for the meal to begin.

Honestly, it was one of the best meals of Reggie's life. The mafia goons, turned out to be really nice guys when they weren't ready to pump you full of lead. The food was delicious, stories and song flowing as freely as the alcohol that Reggie brought. Plus, Julie was enchanting, involving him in every conversation. He tried not to flush furiously when she leaned in to whisper in his ear, her breath and curls tickling his cheek.

The wine was sweet, and Reggie was kind of sad that he had only swiped two bottles, knowing that his joint was now gone, and whatever bottles left there gone with it. They toasted to old friends and new, draining the bottles quickly, but the mafia guys turned out to have a stash of their own. Even if Reggie waved off the hard liquor, wanting to keep his head around Julie.

"Reggie," she whispered, "there's something I need to tell you."

"Is it the mob thing? Because I kind of guessed that darlin'. I don't exactly mind, I'm not stranger to the wrong side of the law."

"No, that's not it, but it is nice to know," Julie replied. "That wine you brought..."

"Oh yeah, I found it under less than legal circumstances, so no clue where to get more, sorry."

"No Reggie-it's not wine, it's...."

But whatever Julie had intended to say was cut off when the doors burst open and a rival gang bust in, guns blazing. Reggie didn't even have time to duck, pain ripping through him as the bullets hit, Julie falling right next to him. He reached for her, gurgling blood, hands clasped as the room grew dark around him. With his last breath, he said her name.

Only... it turned out not to be his last breath.

Because he gasped, and opened his eyes, looking straight at Julie who was smiling down at him. "Hi," she said with a small wave. "So that wine?"

Reggie sat up, looking down at his torn clothing, but there was no marks where the bullets had gone in, just smooth skin. All around him the mobsters were the same, shaking off unconsciousness and looking bewildered.

"What the fuck was in it?" Reggie asked.

"The Grand Panacea," Julie replied, and at Reggie's confused look, she smiled. "Basically an elixir of immortality. My old boss made it, and well, he wasn't a great dude, so I took him out before he could drink it, and hid it. Turns out you found it, and I was going to give it to the guys anyways. You're just an added bonus."

"So I can never die?" Reggie asked.

Julie shrugged. "It hasn't been fully tested, but it seems that way. You okay with that?"

"As long as you're okay being stuck with me forever," he replied with a blush.

"Oh cariño, I can think of nothing I'd like more," she answered, pulling him in for a lush kiss. The first one of their eternity together.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms #this is very loosely based on the anime baccano! which i adore deeply

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 64 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

Zhoron eyes me like a predator, not moving an inch or saying a word.

I hold his gaze, not willing to back down when this was very likely my only opportunity to understand why Arias had come here in the first place.

"I have only a theory," he warns.

"That's better than nothing."

Releasing a breath, Zhoron looks me over once again.

"We should not discuss the matter here."

I frown.

"You said we were warded."

"Ariasthlyn's magic is littered throughout this castle much like peeping holes. We will go to where I can be sure we are void of them."

Before I can question it, the cold rush of magic entirely opposing Kalem's warmth wraps around me.

It's horrible and far too similar to what I'd felt when Diablos' staff had pierced me.

Deadly and horrid, the magic encases me in a violent hold before it snatches me from the castle's confines to a land I did not know.

I stagger forward, struggling to regain my bearings whilst I try to shake off the chill still clinging to my skin as if it wanted to rip the life from me.

When I manage, I register the empty acres of tall grass that surrounded us for as far as my eyes could see.

It was endless green, clear skies and sat directly under a truly ominous mountain, was a small cabin-like structure at the bottom.

"This is your home?"

I couldn't quite imagine Zhoron living somewhere so... peaceful.

Zhoron doesn't reply, only continues walking down an already etched path of black, dead grass that led directly to the cabin.

I follow him, watching closely as the grass blades that sway his way and accidentally brush his fingers withered and died within an instant.

Was that a hard way to live?

Kalem said it was the order of things, him the light and Zhoron the darkness but surely it couldn't have been easy.

I knew that Zhoron was basically the grim reaper but seeing it was an entirely different matter.

To think he shared the same blood as the boy who ran around kissing flower petals when they bloomed was almost inconceivable.

"You may sit there," Zhoron announces when we reach the cabin's base, where two oversized chairs are positioned.

I approach the chair he gestured to and my lips stretch wide when I scent the traces of honey lingering there, this was clearly Kalem's chair, which meant this is where he came whenever he snuck off to see his brother.

I settle into the seat, feeling wonderfully warm and content even without my love here but the feeling struggles to stick when I face Zhoron, who's already glowering coldly at me.

"Your theory?" I prompt.

I didn't hate Zhoron as much as he clearly hated me but I had no desire to stay within his company longer than necessary.

Zhoron eyes me again, much like he had in the hallway before he folds his arms across his chest and leans back within his seat, any inner contemplation apparently settled.

"In simple terms, I believe your species to be Elven."

I stare unblinkingly at Zhoron, the words not quite computing.

"In part," he adds as if that made all the difference.

I find myself laughing.

Laughing loudly because it had been a long time since I'd heard something so stupid and coming from such a serious man, I found myself laughing even harder.

Maybe I'd underestimated how much Zhoron didn't like me and this was his way of showing that, by completely wasting my time.

But Zhoron's expression doesn't change, remaining the same impassive structure.

"You're joking."

"I do not joke."

My laughter falters, quieting as I look at Zhoron, truly look at him.

"You can not be serious."

"I am," he replies flatly.

"I told you, it is only a theory."

"Yeah but I didn't think it would be such a foolish one."

"Foolish?" Zhoron's jaw tightens, twitching just a little as he breathes out slowly.

"You are the foolish one for denying what you do not understand. You have not heard my reasoning yet deny it so readily, like a fool."

That was fair enough but it didn't change the fact that what he'd said was ridiculous.

Vampires being Elven.

That was literally impossible but I'd listen to his little theory before I alienated myself even further from Kalem's most precious brother.

"Alright, I will listen to your reasoning," I agree with raised hands, settling for peace and backing away from the nerve I seemed to have struck.

Scowling, Zhoron takes to cursing me in his common language, maintaining eye contact to ensure I knew the spitted words were directed at me.

When he calms himself with what I was sure were violent promises, he relaxes as much as his animosity for me would allow before he finally begins.

"I am told your kind was made by three witches. That they were the strongest of their kind and that they made you first. Is that true?"

I stiffen before I nod.

Zhoron hums thoughtfully.

"From what I understand, no other has been able to replicate that magic though many have tried."

I nod again as I peer at him.

"That seems odd to me," Zhoron admits, despite the confidence in his expression.

"If it was done once, why not again? Power is not an anomaly, that in fact, is the only constant in every universe. Power can be developed, crafted, earned and raw power can appear again, so why has no other witch been able to do what those three did? It's odd."

It was, though I'd never noticed quite how strange the matter was until now.

I didn't give a damn what witches did or didn't do amongst their ranks, as long as they never bothered my kind again.

"Reasoning would say if it is not a matter of power, then perhaps the answer lies in the method," Zhoron continues.

"The question becomes... How did they do it?"

"Witches have their spells," I answer quickly.

"It's how they use their magic."

"A spell can be replicated, reformed and advanced," Zhoron dismisses quickly.

"If it were a matter of aligning the right pieces, another would have done so by now."

I fold my arms across my chest as my skin begins to crawl uncomfortably.

"So, what are you trying to say? That witches got some help from the Elves and made us?"

Zhoron's left eye twitches a little, the only hint of emotions that said that he was annoyed to be rushed but he doesn't say as much aloud.

"I can only assume that one thing was different in the case of those three. Their magic."

I shake my head.

"Witches have only three types of magic. Ancestral connections, earthly talents and dark magic."

"All of which are just different formats of channelling energy," Zhoron corrects sharply.

"That is all magic truly is, energy adapted and reformed. Witches know of those three ways of doing so but I believe those three witches who formed you and your kind discovered a new way to channel energy or rather, rediscovered."

My eyes narrow.

"Rediscovered? As in, it was firstly discovered by Elves?"

"Yes," Zhoron replies simply while he holds my gaze.

If my body functioned like any other, I was sure my heart would be galloping and my fingers would grow wet from the unfamiliar wash of nerves settling over me.

"How..." I pause, struggling to get words out for the first time in ions.

"That doesn't make sense."

Zhoron's thin brows dip slightly.

"If you were listening, it would."

"No, it simply doesn't make sense," I dismiss sharply.

"You are saying that witches discovered how to channel energy like Elves and made us. That Elven magic made me, made my species. Which would mean that vampires are..." I falter, losing sight of all possible words.

"Elven creatures," Zhoron fills in.

"Yes. As I said to begin with."

I shake my head as my eyes fall close.

This was too much.

Too much that didn't make sense by any stretch of the mind.

"I did consider the possibility of it being other magic," Zhoron continues, ignoring my mind's disintegration entirely.

"After all, channelling Elven magic is no easy feat and there are other magical creatures within this realm which all channel energy through different methodologies. But there were two undeniable pieces of evidence to support that it was, in fact, Elven magic used.

Firstly, Aiasthlyn's charge. Elves never plague themselves with issues that do not secure personal gain. Yet, Aiasthlyn spent an entire luhe, a year, in your company, aiding your plight and earning your trust with no promise of compensation or allegiance. Now, you are the leader of the only immortal supernatural species."

"Wait," I try, raising a hand, my head aching from the influx of information but Zhoron surges on.

"I can not think of what they stand to gain by that but they are the only outside species interested in your kind and as I've stated, you are immortal and that is something every creature without it yearns for."

For a man of little words, Zhoron was speaking far too quickly without pause,and I could barely keep up.

"That's a very big assumption made from a wild guess," I manage when he takes a breath.

Zhoron scowls at me.

"A theory is a combination of assumptions."

"Yes but that's..."

"Not the strongest piece of evidence. Yes. But then there's the matter of your bond with Zani."

My lips part as fear creeps forth.

"What about our bond?"

"It has long been believed that Elven creatures can only form love bonds with other Elven creatures..." Zhoron says it plainly as if it were the most simple matter in the world.

"What? Why the fuck didn't you lead with that?"

"Because..." Zhoron bites out.

"It was only a belief as we rarely left our own realm and never for the purpose of bonding. There have been no true cases to see if it were true."

"So it is another assumption," I deadpan, frustrated.

Zhoron stills, turning to stone while the ground around us quickly becomes poisoned with a black fog that seeps from his fingers and heads straight for me.

But before it can reach its target, Zhoron manages to draw it back.

"I would appreciate it greatly if you stayed quiet until I finish or unless I prompt you to speak."

Strange.

This was possibly the first time someone had asked me to speak less.

"Elven creatures are particular in every aspect of their lives, it is why we are considered as rather stringent beings. That decisive trait carries the same for connections of company where they may form. A bond that deep needs to be reciprocated in every fashion and only Elven creatures can do so." Zhoron eyes me with distaste.

"It was that very reason that I believed what you and Zani shared was no more than infatuation but then Zani almost destroyed this planet and all life on it when he saw you hurt. That is not infatuation."

I could never doubt that Kalem and I loved one another.

My love for him was bone deep, in the marrow of my bones, unshakeable.

It was instantaneous, explosive and right in a way I'd never felt before.

It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I freeze.

"What?" Zhoron questions, noticing my pause.

"Kalem..." I swallow hard.

I'd spoken the words time and time again but this time it was near impossible.

"Kalem is the only person I've ever loved."

Zhoron purses his lips but he manages a nod.

"Another substantial piece of data."

[chrysanthemvm]

Crying sobbing screaming READ THIS FIC NOWWW

the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step by fruitier

I will not ruin the surprise with a summary cause you gotta read it yourself. I am speechless. It is perfect. Season two will never beat it. I'm gonna read it again. AND YOU WILL COME WITH ME

#tiger and bunny #tiger & bunny #Taibani #Barnaby Brooks Jr #Kotetsu Kaburagi #Fic rec #chrysarts #also this drawing is so tiny #i accidentally made it very very small and i want to rip off my skin #The font is also huge ad i can't fix it on mobile. Oh well

[sparkbeast20]

Pushing him to his Limit!

Summary: You challenge your lover to hold himself while you tease them to the point of no return.

Characters: Lucifer and Solomon. (If you want I'll try to do the other characters :D )

Note: This pre-sex (No actual Smut), basically is MC/You teasing and provoking them to the point of them losing their self-control. (The demons and angel will shifted in their true form)

Warning: Restraint, Slapping, Biting, Monstrous/Animalistic noises, and Implied of sexual content.

Lucifer

Lucifer should've known that this wasn't easy.

Well he thought that teasing him while you were saddling on his lap and his arms were on his side would've been a simple task.

But he underestimate his desire to hold and fuck you right then and there.

But because he is stubborn and not willing to back down from this challenge. All he can do is put on a stir face as his entire being trembles under your touch. Though you don't see it.

All you see is his smug face, which frustrated the hell out of you.

At this point you are ready to throw in the towel and accept defeat.

Lucifer saw that you defeated expression and felt that he had won, however as he was about to stand up, that caught you off guard, cause you lose balance and fall forward on to him.

Your mouth is open when you fall face first onto the crook of his neck simulating a bite.

That sudden action caused him to coo in pleasure. Which surprises the hell out of the both of you.

You immediately push away far enough to his flustered and embarrassed expression on his face.

Now is your turn to smug, which made him turn his face away in a huff.

But you reach out and grab his face and turn back to face you.

"Ow~ that was adorable-"

He sudden growl cut you off

"That wasn't adorable!" But you just giggle at his denial, and lean forward and lay your head on the side of his shoulder where you accidentally bite him. 

You turn to face his neck and trace your fingers at the bite mark, earning you a small purr-like coo out of him.

You found something, and it's cute.

You, a human, made the demon of pride coo like a parrot.

"Does my big, bad demon want a cracker~"

"MC stop while you're a head" He warns you, and by the tone of his voice he means it. 

You stop with a parrot taunts and just move on to nibbling his neck as you move your hand under his clothes playfully clawing his chest. At this point you just want him to take you.

He sucks in air through his teeth as he feels your nails run though his skin. He loves it.

He wraps his arms around your frame as he maneuvers you, while you have your mouth on his neck and the other draped over his other shoulder and your hand on the back of his head gripping on his hair.

Its taking ever fiber of his control to rip your clothes and fuck you now. In some way just holding you is enough for now, or at the very least keeping him grounded.

You curse this man and his self control, in the heat of your frustration you bite down hard on his neck and dig your nails deep into his chest.

The sudden jolt caused Lucifer to slip a bit of his control, his groan in pleasure and shifted to his demon form.

He growls before chuckling. "Hehe, Be careful Pet. You wouldn't want this to lead to something you would regret" His voice sounded deeper somehow. You let go of his neck and pull away from enough to see his face.

His expression is mixed with both smugness and frustration. His dark and ruby eyes are staring right into your soul and you can't help but to love it.

"But what if I want you to destroy me?" You lay back on to his chest, one hand grab one of his, while your other hand reach back and pull one of his wings and pull it closer blanketing it over your body.

Then with your hand with his reach out and run your fingers through the feathers of his wings, puppet his hand with yours.

"I love your feathers Luci, they are soft and majestic. Just holding them, feeling them with my hands just brings me power which fills me with such pride. I can't get enough of it. I'm drunk with your love"

You move his wing close to your face and begin to nuzzle your face into it and purr, that sends 

vibration from his wings traveling all the way to his core. That finally did it.

With one deep growl from your demon, your entire body was lifted up and spun. 

Soon you find yourself laying on the bed, your arms are pinned over your head. And Lucifer is hovering over you, staring right into your eyes.

His dark and ruby eyes are filled with lust and desire, he bares his fangs at you and licks them. Then he spoke with an even deeper voice which sent shivers through your body.

"Congratulations, love. You won." He let out a dark chuckle. You know exactly what’s going to happen next.

Solomon

Solomon was a man of taking risks, and trying new things. 

To him, an immortal man. Life is pointless without a bit of danger.

Which is why he is tied up by the wrist with his own belt hung over his head in the headboard of his bed. Shirtless watching you pouting in frustration.

He smirks at your anger for not managing to stir him up. Though it was all your idea for this little test.

You ask him if he gets flustered easily only for him to smirk at you for a silly question. But before Asmo jumps in and challenges you to tease Solomon to the point that he is begging. Which leads up to this moment.

Solomon applauds you for your knot tying, but he would be lying if he didn’t think that he can easily get out of this silly belt. Though he is one to tease you or watch you with a sense of hope on your skilled

“What’s your next move MC?” You can just hear the condescending tone in his voice, it also doesn’t help that he still has his signature shit eating grin on his face while saying it.

“Shut up old man!” ouch, that’s low even for you.

You were about to apologize when you heard your lover laughing.

“Well, this old man seems to be a challenge for a youngful human such as yourself” Solomon is hiding his anger about the old man comment under his grin.

If you knew that comment got to him, you would’ve known his weakness… well in teasing of course.

At that moment you groan in frustration and rush towards him. You jump on his lap making huff with a sudden weight added, you are saddling on his lap. 

Then you reach and grab his punchable face. “What it takes for me to get you riled up!”

Solomon is mocking pounders before turning his face and kissing your palm. “Slap me”

Well that came out of nowhere. You were taken aback by that. But Solomon said “MC, I've been living for thousands of years. A mere slap for you is hardly going to hurt” 

Without allowing him to react, you quickly slap him across the face and immediately pull your hands back and cover your mouth. “I’m sorry-”

But his maniacal laugh cuts you off. “Really? That's the best you could do, my little apprentice?”

You furrow your eyes at him and with one big pull back of your hand you smack him on the other cheek of his smug face causing his whole face to turn to the side. This time you aren’t sorry for that.

A bit of his saliva is in the corner of his mouth, and he quickly licks it up. “Now that’s a slap” Solomon's voice is hype up now, like you peck his adrenaline.

But that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted to make him flustered and bagging, but instead you did the complete opposite.

“Ugh! This is it! I give up, you win. Asmo’s right. I’m the weaker one when it comes to this” Suddenly Solomon cocky smile drops.

“What did you say?”

“You win-”

“No, No! The thing about Asmo!” Oh shoot you forgot that Solomon doesn’t like you mentioning the others. What’s worse is that you slipped that you and Asmo had a thing. Or something like that. Before you and Solomon got together.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“What or why would Asmo know about that! Wait! Don’t tell me… You and him…” Solomon trails off and his pact marks appear on his skin and start to glow. 

Before you knew it, the whole room started to shake. Causing you to tamble forward and fall onto Solomon’s chest. You cling on to him for dear life as you panic scream.

Suddenly the room stops shaking and you hear Solomon  doing breathing exercises to calm his temper. “Well that’s something new from you.”

Your panic expression drops and is replaced with your frustration one again once you heard his smug and cocky tone.

“You gotta be kidding me!” You push yourself off his chest and look at him, yet again he has his smiling yet annoying face. “I thought that I actually hurt you or made you mad or angry or I don’t know!”

“How could I be mad at you, when you're with me right now and not one of my demons” You heard a hiss in his tone when he said demons. 

This time you're the one who is smirking, at this point that Solomon slips up.

“Oh~ Your demon? Well guess what. Asmo my demon too, and my ex” Solomon Grant under his breath as he listens to talk. “You know what he told me? That if you never sadisfy my sexual desire I could always go to him-”

“And why would he give that idea?” Solomon is fuming at this point, and grabs hold on the belt and is ready to tear it to shreds.

“Because…”

“Because?”

“An old man like you gets tired easily…” You knew that the ‘old man’ thing doesn’t work on Solomon, you just told him what Asmo told you.

The silence was broken when a sound of something snapping startled you. 

Soon you felt two hands grabbing by your arms, it happened so fast, you are now laying on the bed on your back, with your arms spread across the bed. Your lower half is pinned by Solomon who is now saddling on top of you.

You look up to voice your complaint, but stop when you see Solomon’s face with a sinister expression. 

With one wave off his hand, you felt your wrist was tied on to the edge of the bed. You glance and notice that Solomon uses his belt that he broke out of to bind you.

“Impress, you manage to stir my beloved… However, do you remember what the brothers warned you about me?”

“That you shouldn’t be trusted” Which was bullshit to begin with-

“Well that… What I meant to say was, you should know that I’m worse than any demon you meant” His iconic close eye smile greets you, which is a telltale sign that he's serious not to mention that his pact marks are glowing like before.

You pray that Asmo is right about Solomon's stamina. Because you have his lingering feeling that this isn’t going to your regular sessions

Note: Well this idea just came to me and want to make it as a fic.

I was planning to add Diavolo on this part, but I didn't know how to approach his way with this concept.

If there's grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don't be shy to leave a comment or rebloging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

#obey me #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me solomon #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me solomon x reader #obey me mc

[sukirichi]

home from war | sukuna x reader

Home from War | sukuna x reader

featuring: sukuna x reader (historical au) with small moments of megumi x reader

warnings: very mild suggestive content, mentions of manslaughter and slight yandere tendencies + a toxic sukuna + angst + not proofread :D

part two!

How does one soothe their lover who’s come from war?

You ponder about this carefully, eyes dark as you let your gaze travel from the opening door. Sukuna comes in, bare chest littered with cuts caked in mud, blood, and dirt, and you see the way the grip around his katana falters just a little bit. The room is dark – it is late at night, after all, and you had stirred awake in your accidental slumber from waiting too long for him to return home – but you see him under the darkness clearly. Way too clearly.

Those markings on his face you so dearly love don’t even seem threatening. You seriously question your sanity at this point because he is the Ryomen Sukuna; King of Curses. It’s no secret that he does as he pleases, taking someone’s life as if it was second nature to him, claiming territories, wealth, and even people as if they were his own.

You should be scared, and in a way, you are.

But not in that way.

You’re scared because his shoulders slump, those once burning red eyes fluttering close as he drops to his knees on the floor. Without wasting another second, you leap off the bed, your arms wrapping around his figure. He reeks of death, and before you know it, you wash his exhaustion away by peppering his face with the pads of your lips.

Sukuna hums, pulling you closer to him until there is no space between skin, his neck nuzzling in your face. “I’m home,” his lips brush the bare skin of your neck, his breath warm and ticklish. “I made it home to you, my love. Safely like you asked.”

Your heart clenches at his words. Immediately, you bite down your tongue and blink back the tears that threaten to fall. Safely? You want to snap back, your nails almost raking down his back. This is hardly considered “safely” when his knees wobble as you guide him inside the bath, nearly unable to keep his eyes open as you wipe away his cuts and the other remnants of war present on his body.

“I’m sorry,” his voice echoes in the confined walls. You don’t even realize the tears had fallen until his rough, calloused hands brush a tear away. He tilts your chin upwards to look him in the eye, lips trembling when those devilish eyes soften – reserved for you and only for you – and Sukuna sighs through his nose. “I wish I could stop the war, but — ”

“It’s not possible,” you finish for him, forcing a smile to help ease his worries. At this point, you’re conflicted between wanting to scold him to not leave the temple anymore and just stay with you, but you also know why Sukuna doesn’t do that.

It’s because he wants to keep you safe. As long as you were around, Sukuna would go the moon and back just to keep coming back home to you. Perhaps that was the most painful part – the fact that you knew he wouldn’t have done this if he hadn’t met you. Sukuna was the fearsome King of Curses, powerful and undefeated even after a thousand years, but he wasn’t omnipotent. Hundreds of jujutsu sorcerers have lost their lives trying to defeat them, and it took about a hundred more deaths before they backed off at the realization he couldn’t be defeated or exorcised.

Until you came.

You were Sukuna’s weakness, the chink in his armour, his Achilles heel.

The moment it was known that Sukuna kept a lover, they just kept coming. The war begun.  Soon enough, your days of rolling around in bed with him, trapped under his arms and weekends spent in whines of each other’s names disappeared.

Sukuna has a temple to defend. A lover to protect. A woman to cherish. A soul to treasure.

It was all because of you, and you know better than anyone else that he was tired. But he’d never tell you that. He would still scoop you in his arms; pull you closer by the hip so he could lay his ears on your chest, eventually falling asleep with the sensation of your fingers massaging his scalp while you hum to soothe him. The sound of your heartbeat has Sukuna exhaling rhythmically minutes later.

The notorious King of Curses, bundled up in the arms of his lover, completely relaxes in the privacy of his shared bedroom with the woman he loves most. It was as if the war didn’t happen at all. He sleeps with a small smile on his face, sleepily mumbling your name and reaching up to kiss your smooth skin every now and then.

It was perfect. It was heaven.

But that wasn’t you.

Because you are not her; you are not even human. You listen to all this on the other side of the temple. If you were anyone else, someone like her, then Sukuna’s intimate moments with his lover would be private – something that would be kept and cherished only between the two of them. But you aren’t human.

You are a curse born from people’s heartbreak and grief. You don’t even remember how you came to life; your first memory hazy of nothing but endless pain and so much anger you lost yourself. Until he came.

Ryomen Sukuna; the King of Curses – he adored you.

Finally, he met his equal. A curse equally as powerful and blinded by darkness, hatred, and bloodlust – you were one of the rare curses whose presence he enjoyed, and it didn’t take long before he invited you to his temple and offered a seat next to him.

You are Ryomen Sukuna’s right hand warrior, his greatest partner when it comes to battle. If he was powerful before, people feared you both even more when you joined powers. He didn’t go to war without you. For days on end, you and Sukuna would traverse villages and slaughter kingdoms to fill the emptiness gaping in your hearts, but he changed when he met her.

That fragile, meak, little human that loved him and changed him.

Because of her, even you are forced to join this war against jujutsu sorcerers. It’s been a long war – consisting of ten days and waning red moons. You and Sukuna barely came out unscathed this time, the Gojo clan seems to have something else under their sleeves, and your yukata had been ripped open in pieces while blood washed over your body like water.

You and Sukuna came back tired, weak, almost defeated.

You lay your back flat against the wall, teeth attacking your bottom lip while you pour potions over your cuts. At the other side of the temple, Sukuna is already fast asleep, safe in the arms of his lover. And you? You couldn’t even let out a small noise of whimper. Sukuna’s heightened senses would pick up on it, mistake that it would be his precious little woman in his sleepy daze, and you don’t want him to be further agitated.

Besides, once he realizes that it was just you, he would only go back to sleep.

Because he knew you didn’t need him, not in that way. You were the Curse born from Heartbreak, possibly the only ever person who would know pain and suffering the same way he did, but that isn’t true. Sukuna wouldn’t understand that this is your suffering – to have him within grasp but out of reach, to know that he was always with you, that he loves you just the same, but not in the way you want him to, not in the way you need him to.

To him, you are his beloved friend and partner in crime.

You are not the one who soothes him when he comes from war. You are not the one that gets to feel his harsh tongue soften at the first contact of your lips, to have the privilege of having rough hands that easily tortured others to be gentle as he dips his hands in the dips and curves of your body. You are not the one who gets to see him when he wakes up and he smiles half-lidded. You are not the one who gets to kiss his pain and wounds away, to wipe his tears from his cheeks because looking at you makes him wonder how lucky he is to have you.

Instead, you are the one he brings to war with. You are the one he trusts to keep her safe, to watch his back and guard all possible blind spots during war. You are the one who jumps in front of him when a blast of fire is on his way, and you are the one who heals his wounds in the battlefield when he grows too weak. You are the one he laughs with when you’ve both decapitated the enemy, growing only stronger with each passing day under the belief maybe both of you could rule the world someday.

But does any of it matter?

You always believed that you were okay with it, that having him trust you with his whole life, enough to have you sleeping under the same roof as him, was everything you needed. But after she came, you watched him fall in love, and you felt pathetic.

You could never have him.

You could never have what they have.

Sometimes you wonder, what if you just said it? In those nights where nothing but the moonlight illuminated both of your blood-stained faces, chests rising up and down as it both rumbled with laughter, discarded glasses of alcohol thrown on the ground – it would’ve been the perfect moment, wouldn’t it?

Though deep down, you knew the answer.

Sukuna wouldn’t love you, couldn’t love you. He wanted someone to protect, not someone to fight wars with. He wanted someone to come home to, not someone he wrecked homes with. He wanted to listen to someone’s dreams and passions – all of the things you didn’t have because you were born out of pain, living in pain, and Sukuna was the only thing that soothed you for a bit.

Your breaths came out raspy as your wounds began to close up. The stench of blood remained on your body, the red liquid drying up.

Sukuna wouldn’t want an impure woman like you. It makes sense he loved her. She was as bright as the sky while you were as dark as day, and when she laughed, she lit up the whole room. You don’t laugh, you don’t even smile. The only times you ever got to feel that sort of happiness was when you were still a fresh-born curse, a wild Sukuna more than glad to teach you of his ways.

It’s okay, you lie to yourself, crawling back to your bed while ridding yourself of your clothes. You would shower later; sleep needed to come first. Curses like you don’t really need, but you were too exhausted – inside and outside – that for once, you want to submit to healing.

As you close your eyes, you hear Sukuna stir in their room again. The sounds of faint lip-locking echo in your ears, making you slap your palms on the sides of your head, but you hear it, you hear it, you hear it, you hear it.

“How is Y/N?” she asks worriedly, her dainty, small, and innocent fingers that could never harm a fly brushing against his skin. Warm.

“She’s fine,” Sukuna rasps tiredly, “She’s a little beaten up, but she’s in a better state than I am,” you hear him kiss her on the forehead, a contended sigh leaving her lips. “She’ll be fine, my love. You know Y/N. She is fierce, brave, and courageous. This war is nothing to her.”

“I still feel bad she joined the war just so both of you could protect me.”

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

“She knows I love you,” Sukuna mumbles on top of her head, his hands tracing patterns on her back. Tears flowed out your eyes, your body trembling as you bit your fist, drool flowing down. You couldn’t stop the way you felt your heart torn to pieces. Really, it shouldn’t be anything new to you. You are a curse manifested from heartbreak, after all, but why did it hurt so much this time? “Y/N is a long time friend and ally of mine. She cherishes everything I cherish.”

“But still...aren’t you going to check up on her? I couldn’t even welcome her back. I haven’t seen you both in days and I...”

“Shhh,” Sukuna lulls her worries. “I’ll check up on her right now, although I don’t think she needs it. She’s a strong warrior, after all.”

“Sukuna,” her voice was laced with warning this time, but it later softens, as it always does. “Even the strongest have their weak moments, like how you are with me. Just because someone is capable of enduring the pain, doesn’t mean they won’t appreciate an act of kindness. Y/N has been loyal to you far longer than I have, but you really need to show your gratitude more to her,” she sighs, “Go check on her, my love. See if she’s doing well. If she’s fully recovered by tomorrow, I’ll head out to the market and prepare you both a lovely meal. It’s the least I could do.”

Sukuna chuckles, “My love, we don’t need to eat.”

“No matter. She likes miso soup, doesn’t she?”

By now, you’re frozen in bed. The blood and dirt and your skin have stained your sheets, and your hair is knotted in tangles from endless fighting. Maybe this is the reason why you hated yourself more than you hate her – because deep down, she isn’t really someone you could hate.

It makes sense Sukuna loves her.

Unlike you, she is kind, caring, gentle and full of love. What did you have? Pent up anger, bloodlust, temperamental tendencies and a hobby of withdrawing as a form of isolation because you couldn’t cope with the heartbreak – this is your gift. Your curse.

She is a blessing.

You hear the bed dip feet away, and whispers of, “Be safe, I’ll wait for you,” before a door slides close. Sukuna’s footsteps pad nearer in your hallway, in a place that he had his servants build just for you years ago when you proved your loyalty to him. Back then, you were over the moon when you saw him telling his people he wanted you to have your own room, but now it was like a huge slap on your face that Sukuna cared for you, but he didn’t want you close to him in the way she was.

Your room was on the other side of the temple, at the back, to be specific. While she stays with him in his own chambers, he used his magic to build her a beautiful garden filled with her favourite flowers, while you were somewhat locked away behind it all.

A bitter smile makes it way to your face. Sukuna was coming, not because he wanted to, but because she asked him to.

You want to laugh. Instead, you run out the room in such speed that the sheets fly away from your bed, and the floorboards crack under the force of your movements. When Sukuna raps his knuckles on your door, asks if he could come in (as if he needed permission for that), and you don’t answer, he takes it upon himself to intrude.

He isn’t surprised at your discarded clothes, or how your room remains dark and empty, as if you’d never been there at all. This isn’t the first time you ran away, and this would not be the first time he ran after you either.

He knows you’ll come home.

After all, it was him you kept coming back to – although he didn’t know that.

Breakfast the next day wasn’t any better. She invited you to join them, fretting over the cuts on your cheeks and dabbing at them with a wet towel. She feels like a doting mother who wouldn’t stop worrying about her child who tripped, and again, you realize why he loves her.

The food was good. Like she promised, miso soup is placed in a bowl you painted years ago, and she beams at you expectantly while Sukuna caressed her thighs under the table. Your lips tremble as you take a spoonful of it, letting the warm soup soothe your exhausted body with a sigh. Sukuna peers at you in the same curiosity, head tilted to the side ever so slightly as if waiting how you’ll react.

It’s no secret you don’t open yourself up to anyone other than him. The moment she came to live with you both, he could tell you locked yourself up in your room and even disappeared for weeks under the lie that you were parading in the districts to “look for some fun.”

Sukuna knows you better than you know yourself. He knows it’s a lie, that you’re not someone who “looks for fun” and that you probably just stayed up in the mountains watching the sunrise. He knows you’re uncomfortable with her displays of affection, of how she easily adored you or how she cared for you like you were her sister or even a friend, but he doesn’t say anything about it.

If anything, he only hopes you would treat her the same way.

You don’t finish your bowl. It’s extremely difficult to enjoy the food when Sukuna compliments her on her cooking skills and she turns beet red beside him, nervously giggling that she just wanted to make you feel better. Sukuna bends down to steal a peck from her lips, teasing her that she was his “sweet angel” who had a heart of gold.

They don’t even eat.

They’re just giggling, laughing, kissing, and you understand – you really do. It isn’t every day that Sukuna gets to indulge in the presence of his beloved. But only you are there with him. It’s either he trusts you enough to let his guard down, or you’re unimportant enough that he doesn’t care if you see him completely baby her and spoil her rotten with how he grabs her onto his lap and starts kissing her nose and then her eyelids.

Their cheerful laughter is a great contrast to the sound of your heart shattering into pieces. They don’t notice that you’ve excused yourself, heading out the room and into the back part of the house, passing the servants on the way.

Similar to how they treat Sukuna, they quiver and bow before you, making sure to keep their eyes on the floor in fear you’d slice their heads off. You fight back a sigh. You wouldn’t do that – not when they welcomed you so warmly (or rather, fearfully) and accepted you as their master. You realize that they don’t act this way around Sukuna’s lover. In fact, they light up when she’s around and talk to her freely; everyone was just comfortable in her presence.

You know you’re not her.

You could never be her.

She was a human, and you’re nothing but a lonely, heartbroken curse.

Hours pass by, and no one looks for you. You dare not enter the garden Sukuna made for her even if you also like the flowers, simply because you don’t want Sukuna to be appalled at the thought that someone like you – a Curse who’d killed people and tortured others – would also be enamoured with something as innocent as daisies.

The lake is peaceful that night. It’s painful to bathe back at the temple because the servants won’t leave you alone. They insist on washing your body for you and that you should lay back, but you refuse to be coddled. The lake is on the other side of the mountain, deep in the forest with smaller curses lurking, so no one would find you here.

The moon shines down bright on you, and for the first time since you’d gotten home, you smile.

It looks so beautiful. So big and bright, yet so haunting and peaceful with secrets you could never uncover. You stare at it as you take off your robes layer by layer, feet dipping into the cold water before submerging completely. The ripples on the lake illuminated by the moonlight makes it even more soul-stirring.

You cup the water and wash your hair, finally getting rid of the invisible stains from the war. You felt clean, refreshed – but your heart still rumbled with hatred and darkness. Hatred that you couldn’t be good enough, hatred that you’re destined to be lonely and unloved.

One of the good things about bathing at midnight is that no one gets to see your tears when it mixes in with the water, and you throw your head back in laughter with your arms extended to the sky. This is who you are – a Curse with no future and no past.

Later, you choke as a sob begins, your fist clenching above your heart. It hurt everywhere.

You wanted Sukuna – so much that you felt like you were going to go insane.

If it wasn’t for him, you’d be trapped in an endless nightmare. But he saved you, cared for you, made you his equal. So why couldn’t he love you? You’ve always been there for him. When people turned against him or plotted a rebellion, you were the one who snuck into clan houses and slit their throats, making their descendants and followers witness the consequence of disrespecting Sukuna.

When he was nearly exorcised by an overpowered jujutsu sorcerer, you summoned an army of thousand lost souls to defeat them, nearly ending up with you losing your head in the aftermath. It was always you – you were always there from him since the beginning, so why didn’t he love you?

You cupped your eyes with your palms, unable to stop the tears from coming now. Your whole body shook with sobs, turning number and number at the cold water. Nothing mattered, nothing mattered, nothing did if you couldn’t have Sukuna.

“Sukuna,” you cried out, pushing your hair back as the ripples blurred in your tear-stained view. “Sukuna, help me, please...” Put an end to my suffering, you inwardly begged. Death is a better option than watching him fall deeper and deeper for her, knowing that could never be you. He’d never look at you that way. He’d never touch you that way. He would never be your lover, and your sobs grew more desperate because you know you are his lover.

God, you loved him so much more than you hated yourself.

This sort of madness had you gasping for air. Death – death is a better option. It is a much more peaceful way to go than to suffer each waking day to have what you want be explicitly stated to be reserved for anyone else but you.

You froze when a pair of arms encircled your waist, his grip strong and vice-like. He turned you around, his large hand coming at the small of your neck to bring you down to his shoulder where you could hide your tears. Until now, he knows you better than you know yourself, and he knows it would shatter you even more if he saw you crying.

“Y/N,” Sukuna begins, and your eyes widen when you see he’s still wearing his robe. He must’ve jumped in the water. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. What’s wrong?”

Your lips turned blue from the cold. Unable to help the shiver that ran down your spine, your teeth chattered, and Sukuna pulled you closer to the heat of his skin. He sighed worriedly. “You need to tell me what’s wrong, otherwise, I can’t help you.”

“I” You falter. Your heart drums loudly in your chest. He would reject you, break your heart into pieces all over again but – so what if he did? It almost made you laugh. You’re the Curse of Heartbroken Souls. It wouldn’t make a difference if he hurt you now. Instantly, you weaken in his hold, and Sukuna’s hands grip your waist to keep you upright.

“Fuck, Y/N, what’s wrong —”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me,” you repeat, more confidently this time. You pull away from him in the slightest bit, eyes blown wide as you peer up at his appalled ones. His hands squeeze your waist subconsciously, his sharp nails piercing through your skin until it draws blood. It makes you gasp a little, but you’re used to the pain. Right now, you want to be selfish and free yourself from this pain. “I want you to kiss me, Sukuna.”

His eyebrows pinch together. “What the fuck are you saying? I love someone else, you know I won’t —”

“Won’t do what?” You challenge, eyes burning from the intensity and ferocity of each nerve humming to life. “This isn’t who you are, Sukuna. You’re the King of Curses. Or have you already forgotten those days you would accept those female offerings and you’d fuck them until they’re out of their mind, then discard them as if they were nothing but dirty laundry? You were strong back then, majestic, but now you’re fucking weak,” You spat out. You know you’re spurning him on and pushing all his buttons, but somehow saying those words gave you great relief.

Now, it was time to see his patience snap, which shouldn’t take long since his grip had turned bruising on your hips, and he growled under his breath. “Don’t do this, Y/N.”

“You’re the one who shouldn’t do this,” you growl back, “You haven’t been the same ever since that pathetic excuse of a woman came. Don’t you remember that she left her husband and children just because she was a whore for you? Because you pleased her better than her human spouse?” You push him away with enough force that it sends him a few feet back, and Sukuna scowls. “She doesn’t love you! She only stays by your side because she was nothing but a filthy rat before and now you treat her like a queen! She’s nothing but a lowly human who —”

“Enough!”

“ —made you believe you’re someone she could love! Don’t you get it, Sukuna? We’re Curses, she’s a human! She will never understand us! You’re lying to yourself if you believe she doesn’t cry herself to sleep at the thought she’s next to a monster —”

“I said, that’s enough!” In a flash, Sukuna was in front of you, clawed hands wrapped around your neck. It would be so easy for him to break you and kill you right then and there, your feet already above ground and your exposed breasts just within his sight. Nevertheless, you only laugh cruelly at his agitation. “You know nothing,” he squeezed your neck tighter, “about what it’s like to love someone. How dare you say that she does not love me?”

“I know, because if you let me, I could love you a lot more,” you choked out, clawing at his arm, but he is unfazed by your efforts.

Sukuna lets go of you. You drop in the water as you gasp and breathe for air, but Sukuna’s wide eyes bring you back to reality. It’s that face, the one that tells you he’s been unaware this whole time, and the sudden confession drops on him like a cannonball.

Like a switch has been flipped off, you revert back to your normal self. Using your arms to shield your body, you run away from him, about to make it to the bank when his voice stops you. “Do you truly mean it? Do you love me?”

You close your eyes. “Yes. I always have.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You wouldn’t have believed me,” you pull your hair to the side, squeezing the water out. “You barely believe me now, so why believe me if I said it earlier? It wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“Then why were you calling for me? I heard you crying. You said you wanted me to help you.”

You whip around, tears furiously flowing down. “I’m going to the jujutsu sorcerers myself tomorrow and let them exorcise me. There’s no point to my existence, Sukuna. I’m tired of all the wars. I’m tired of fighting for someone I don’t even care about. I’m tired of loving you and watching you look at her instead of me, when I’m the one who’s always been there for you. I’m tired of —” you hiccup, embarrassed that he was now watching you break down in front of him. You were a powerful curse, dammit, you shouldn’t even be crying about this. “—I’m tired of not being the one you love.”

Sukuna stands there gaping. You don’t give him another chance to speak as you walk away, seemingly a new habit of yours now. You haven’t always been this way. Patience was never one of your strongest points, but being around Sukuna for the past years taught you a thing or two. That all shatters now that you’ve grown tired, the shame of patheticness crawling between your legs as you retrieve your robes, not bothering to dry up.

He exhales through his nose, claws balled into a fist to restrain his anger. Now he wants to be gentle with you the way he is with her?

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic – you keep chanting to yourself. You’re not there yet, but there have already been rumours that you’re the Queen of Curses, the only one who ever managed to be Sukuna’s equal. Although men feared you, they also lusted after you.

How could they not? You were a sexual prowess, and a fearsome figure in the battlefield. Men are confused whether they want to be with you, or if the mere utter of your name had them fainting. Sukuna, on the other hand? He didn’t care. He didn’t notice you. You’re nothing but a war tool to him, his friend and companion during his dark days when he grew bored and would randomly slaughter homes and enslave people.

He’s not the same anymore. The Sukuna you once knew was gone, and you turned back away from him bitterly, the blue flames licking up your skin as a symbol of anger, hatred, but most of all, humiliation.

That night, you didn’t go back to the temple.

And a small, quiet village who’d been loyal to both you and Sukuna had become the victims of your frustration.

The next day, silence echoes in the hallways of the temple. You couldn’t hear even the soft breathings or whispers of the servants. Your ears perk up once you cross the threshold, dropping your bloody katana and releasing your hair from its red tie. The temple servants must’ve already heard that their relatives died the night before – all thanks to your inability to handle your feelings.

It’s okay, you tell yourself, you’ve done this a thousand times before with Sukuna: killing people, enjoying their screams, basking in their surrender and painting the image of hope fading from their eyes into the back of your school.

You’ve done this a thousand times before with Sukuna, but this is the first time you’ve done it alone. You only ever took their lives because Sukuna asked you. Because he assured it was a way to keep gaining strength and to make a name for yourself; that being a powerful Curse was the best feeling in the world and no amount of woman or alcohol felt greater than power.

Sukuna lied.

To him, his heaven was in her arms.

And you? Utterly lost. Broken. With nowhere else to go. As you enter your room, you’re greeted by the sight of a made up bed and cleaned sheets. Even after slaughtering families, your servants still cleaned your room out of fear, and the previous blood from the other day had been wiped away with bleach.

Then, you see yourself from the floor length mirror. White yukata that might as well have been red from the amount of absorbed into the cloth draped over your curves, and your eyes lost what little light it once held. Blood drips from your fingertips and you swipe your thumb over your lip, a small gasp falling to your lips as you recall a little girl, barely five or six winters old, with the exact same lips trembling as she begs you not to kill her parents.

It’s the splitting image of you when you were younger, when you ran around cities unintentionally wreaking havoc out of confusion over your powers. You have no parents. No past. No memory. You just came into existence because of mankind’s grief, and it only made sense you carried that burden more than anyone else.

But you’re not this. You are not a killer. You didn’t enjoy it. You never enjoyed it. Even when Sukuna convinced you that you did, there was no forgetting the fact that you cried yourself to sleep when you were younger at the thought you grew more powerful because you added to the heartbreak of people.

The word heartbreak lights up a bulb in your head. That’s right...you’re the Curse of Heartbreaks – of pain, of grief, of mourning, of suffering.

If you couldn’t have what you want, then why should he? Isn’t it already written in your fate that your destiny is to carry those pain, inflict it onto others, and make them realize they’re wasting their lives believing a lie that love prevails all? That love prevails even someone as irredeemable as Sukuna?

You won’t allow it.

Without wasting another second, you dash to her room. Sukuna’s out to deal with some clan leaders for whatever ritual he wants to perform or out to get more healing potions. The girl never went anywhere else outside the temple because both jujutsu sorcerers and curses are always ready to prance, and she’s smart to not put herself in harm’s way.

But you are harm’s way.

You run so fast through the hallways that you keep bumping into corners, denting the wooden boards and the floor cracking beneath you. You don’t stop until you reach their room, swiping the doors open, and sliding on the doorframe when you see she’s still asleep.

She and Sukuna must’ve stayed up all night performing...activities. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been this weak. She’s a lively and bubbly girl, she wouldn’t have – you freeze in your spot.

Tentatively, you reach over to where she softly snored, tilting her to face you by grabbing her shoulder. She only groans in her slumber before burying herself under the covers. “Sukuna...” her brows furrow as she twitches, probably dreaming about something, and she kicks the covers off with a whine. That’s when you see it. And then you see everything.

A small – barely there – bump on her tummy is half concealed by her lace gown that reveals her skin free from scars, a sign that she’d never really been in battle. But she’s carrying his child, and even though you’re not the one pregnant, you feel bile rise up in your throat.

Your knees wobble and you fall beside their bed, your palms shaky as you place it over her belly. First, you hear a baby cry, and then, a man’s scream.

Sukuna carries his daughter’s form, the little thing bundled up safely in towels while her father coos at her. She’s so small, vulnerable and exposed to the horrors of the world, but she didn’t need to worry about that. Sukuna would protect her, and so would you.

You stand outside the room, a small smile on your face with your arms crossed on your chest. Well, you’ll be damned. You’re not a fan of children and babies in general, but you do admit the infant’s cries sound like music to your ears. It means she’s alive and healthy, and even though her existence is nearly impossible considering her father is a curse, the girl was born perfectly fine and well.

Suddenly, a dark, ominous presence looms over the room. You stand on guard, hands drawing your blade to prepare for whatever or whoever attacked you. You’re not a fan of the kid and or her mother regardless, but Sukuna is left open and vulnerable for attack in this state. He’s too busy fawning over his kid to sense any incoming assault.

However, something doesn’t feel right with this one. That dark, suffocating feeling doesn’t travel. Instead, it’s stagnant and somewhat docile, as if it has no intention to attack, but its threat still remains. It doesn’t even seem like it came from anywhere or it’s about to arrive. Rather...it’s like it was always there to begin with.

Your eyes widen at the realization.

What would happen if a curse...fathered someone else? Would it be human? Or would it be something worse?

You slam the doors open, and everything happens in slow motion. The baby’s mother reaches out to a nearly sobbing Sukuna, eager to see her child, but just as her small, grubby hands wrap around her mother’s pointer finger, it falls. She stops breathing, her arm falling limp, and Sukuna stops cooing. The baby’s cries cease, staring up at her father and extending her small arms to cup his face.

It seems he realized it too, but it was too late.

“Sukuna, don’t!”

The child giggles, her knuckles brushing against her father’s jaw, and the King of Curses lose his grip on her. You watch as they both fall, a garbled scream leaving your lips. The midwife runs to save the child before she’s crushed under Sukuna’s weight, but she too has fallen victim the moment her skin made contact with the baby’s.

No...it’s not even a child or an infant. It’s not even human.

It’s the Curse of Death.

And at her birth, the world would grow dark, darker than what you and Sukuna have already caused the world to be. Her words would sound like a fork scraping against a plate; torturous, excruciatingly painful, and enough to have you begging for death. The simple brush of skin upon skin takes away the energy, power, and life even of the most powerful beings. After all, what is stronger than Death? It was the only absolute truth in the world – which all things must come to an end.

You retract your hand from her body, sweat dripping on your hairline. That thing growing inside her body...it must not be born. Sukuna would die.

With a silent scream, you whip out the dagger and force it upon her stomach. Or at least, you would’ve, if not for the blade that had peaked out your chest and nearly poking Sukuna’s lover’s back. Blood stained the silver blade, leaking into your lap.

You drop your dagger.

“I trusted you,” Sukuna begins calmly, pulling out the sword from your body in one swift movement. He ignores the way you cough out blood, your head shaking as if to deny his words. His face remains expressionless as he wipes your blood on his thigh, dropping the potions to aid her pregnancy beside her on the bed. Sukuna crouches down to your level and pulls you by the hair until he’s close enough that you could see his two other eyes also glare at you. “Have I not made it clear she is to be untouched? Just because you’re unable to handle your petty jealousy, does not give you a goddamn right to kill what’s mine.”

“What grows in her is a monster,” you sneer, struggling against his grip. You’ve forgotten that his sword is imbued with his special curses that would immediately exorcise any weaker Curse, but because you’re on the same level as him, you die slowly, and a lot more painfully.

“That child is mine. It was created out of love.”

“It is not a child!” You argue, “It will be born as the Curse of Death, one that will kill both you and your little lover!”

“And if you’re lying?”

You grit your teeth. “I would never lie to you, Sukuna.”

His brow shots upwards, a smirk creasing his lips. “Is that so?” he shoves you until you slam against the wall. Sukuna treads to you dangerously, his tongue peeking out to swipe at his lips. You know that darkness in his eyes better than most – it’s the look he always wore when he decides to go for the kill.  “Then, since you’re always honest to me, tell me this: do you still love me?”

You don’t even think about it.

“Yes. That’s why I’m telling you to get rid of that thing before you and everyone else dies.”

“A concerned little lamb,” he hums in amusement. “That makes it clear then,” Before you could process what happens next, you take your last breath as Sukuna rips out your heart with his claws. It’s not an actual heart, but rather the core of your Curse manifestation and the gem-like object is crushed under his fists. “Queen of Curses, Curse of Heartbreak,” he drops the pieces of your heart into your lap, Sukuna growing more and more blurry in front of you. “Die the same way you came to life: with a terrible, terrible heartbreak.”

Sometimes, you can’t help but feel like you’d been an awful person in your past life. It’s not that you’d ever done anything illegal or rebellious. Your parents are quite proud of your immaculately clean school record, and your grades are even above average. The school’s faculty absolutely adores you for your preppy personality, always volunteering to help others and taking the lead when no one wants to budge.

You suppose you’re quite a role model, but what no one understands is that maybe you’re always going out of your way to be kind with someone because deep down, you have a nagging feeling you’ve once been a terrible person.

Sighing, you wrap your arms around your legs as you hug it to yourself, whacking your forehead in your knees to get rid of those impending thoughts. There’s really no reason behind it, more like an intuition that you’ve forgotten about something important.

You’re pulled out of your trance when warm, soft hands push your hair back, and a pair of even softer lips land at your shoulders. Immediately, you smile, turning your head to peer at the dark-haired beauty that shyly peeks up at you under his long lashes. He keeps peppering kisses all the way up to your neck until you laugh from being ticklish, and it doesn’t take long before Megumi has you smiling again.

He knows you better than you know yourself.

“What’s wrong?” he mumbles on your shoulder, his warm hand drawing comforting circles on your lower back. Again, the simple gesture ignites something within you, something about oddly familiar even if you don’t feel like you’ve experienced it firsthand. “You’ve been deep in thought lately.”

“Lately?”

“Hmm,” he moves up your face, pressing a long, solid kiss at your forehead. It makes you relax and sigh happily, unable to help your urge to crawl into his lap and bury yourself in his arms. “Ever since Itadori enrolled here, you’ve always looked at him...quite weirdly. Is he bothering you? You know if he does something weird, I won’t hesitate to feed him to the Divine Dogs.”

That elicits a laugh from you. Now that you think about it, you’ve been awfully quite ever since Gojo sensei came back with that overly excited kid. You don’t know why, you don’t even realize his presence affects you, but you don’t want Megumi to worry about it when you can’t understand it yourself. So you hug him closer until the scent of fresh laundry wafts your senses, and you brush his scalp tenderly.

Megumi purrs.

“It’s nothing you should worry about, I’m sure I’m just tired from exams.” Unlike Megumi, you’re not a jujutsu sorcerer. You came from a totally human family that lived a totally mundane humane life, unaware that curses exist and people actually die from it. If it wasn’t for Megumi saving you that one time in school when you unknowingly stayed behind the same night the Occult Club did and ran into some freaky monsters, you would continue living without any idea of it.

It wasn’t always easy accepting Megumi’s true identity, but you loved him more than anyone else, and so hiding in his dorms while lying to your parents you were going to sleep over a friend’s house has become somewhat a daily occurrence. You’ve even made friends with the lovely Nobara and Maki senpai who welcomes you with open arms – although maybe it’s because you never fail to bring them food from the city and some fashionable items for Nobara.

Megumi senses your hesitance to talk about it, so he drops it and enjoys the feeling of your skin on him instead, your breaths falling in the same rhythm. Tonight, he and his classmates would go out on a mission again because the idiotic Gojo-sensei was away overseas, and as always, you’d stay up late in Megumi’s room, waiting for him to come back right after he promises you you’ll come back safely.

You close your eyes and wrap yourself around him like a koala, and Megumi laughs at how small you are. He doesn’t brush you off, though. He knows you fear for his life despite the fact you trust him with his abilities, but you can’t help it. It’s only natural to worry about your loved one, after all.

For now, he’ll have to keep cuddling and kissing you for as long as he could before he leaves.

How does one soothe their lover who’s come from battles?

You scramble away from Megumi’s bed the moment you’re waken up by the sound of steady knocks. The first aid kit lays on his study desk, which you swipe with sleepy eyes as his baggy clothes crinkle in your smaller figure. It’s rare that Megumi lets you see his state during after battles, but today, tonight, he allowed you to stay even after his mission.

Your steps are nothing but hurried when you slide the door open, his name about to fall from your lips until you’re greeted by a young man with strawberry blonde hair and black marks on his face. It’s Itadori Yuuji, but at the same time, it’s not him...

His cheerfulness and airheaded self is gone, replaced with a much sinister entity residing within it. The man before you sighs, frowning in distaste at your clothes – your boyfriend’s clothes – before he invites himself in and shuts the door behind him.

Sukuna hums, pulling you closer to him until there is no space between your skin and his, his face nuzzling in your neck. “I’m home,” his lips brush the bare skin of your neck, his breath warm and ticklish. “I made it home to you, my Queen. Safely like you asked.”

“Wha-?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers so quietly you wonder if you heard it at all. “For not believing you, for not seeing you. It took me thousands of years to realize where I fucked it all up, but I know the truth now. And you were right – you were always right. I hope in this life I no longer break your heart in the same way you soothe mine.”

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A/N: Sounds like a pretty confusing ending, which it is, and I was gonna leave it at that but because I don’t want anyone to go “HUH?” after reading this, I’m just gonna explain :D Sukuna eventually realized how toxic he was to the reader in her past life, how he convinced her to be a bad person with him then emotionally abandoning her the moment he found his happiness. She was the Curse of Heartbreak, and her powers remained even after she was “exorcised.” 

She broke his heart by showing him how he lost everything after her exorcism and his lover’s death (because he also saw the future that the child was the Curse of Death) and all those years of suffering eventually made him realize that the power of heartbreak was the one that destroyed him. So in the present, when the reader was reincarnated as a human girl, he finally found her and tries to make up for his mistakes because she was actually his first love, he just didn’t realize it because both of them were somewhat barbaric and psychotic. Lmk what you think, I hope you liked it!

#sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #ryoumen sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jjk sukuna #sukuna angst #sukuna fluff #sukuna one shot #jjk one shot #fushiguro megumi #megumi x reader #historical au #ryomen sukuna x reader #lmao this is my first jjk fic #i'm an absolute SIMP for this man #i feel proud of this ngl #not cuz of the plot but because i've FINALLY written something after a month of writer's block #it's not much but it feels like a huge achievement to get out of that block hur #i hope yall like it uwu #and im thinking of a sukuna smut soon???

[introloves]

jax....i would like to discuss alpha!meian claiming omega!reader when she comes around the other msby alphas like i cannot get it off my brain!! i just think he would mark you in the most possessive ways GDOHEHEKS

alpha! meian + a.b.o dynamics + possessiveness + jealousy + marking + scenting +clothing ripping + public sex (locker room) + sweaty sex + knotting + creampie + accidental exhibitionism + f! reader

— word count; approx 1.4k

the routine after a heavy game like this is usually detonated by heavy glances from meian. you’re signaled to stick close right after games- he knows the thick heat of mostly alphas hangs heavy in the air, knows that even though you belong with him, to him, the heavy pang of jealousy is still there.

there’s games where it's easier, where the scores aren’t as tied as they are now, days where him and his team win and it's no time at all before he takes you home, sweat lined face pressing against your neck while his massive form curls down onto you.

he says it's easier for his scent to stick right after a game, maybe it's the endorphins and pheromones pumping through his body, consciously streaming out heavy and warning notes of his smell, an intimidation tactic that he usually wins.

meian is just so… big and strong, he’s the poster child of what an alpha should be, of what a fertile, loving, caring, protective alpha is.

all those characteristics melt down into one capable man that has you to take care of now, he’s proud to have you and sometimes that translates into jealousy- like now.

he could have sworn you were right next to him, needing your body close to him after such an intense game.

it's pure luck for everyone else that he's so tall, not needing to barrel through bodies in order to find you. there’s that tight ball of anger forming when he sees the backs of bokuto and atsumu, hands outstretched to receive water bottles they probably asked for, but that’s not your job.

with three steps, he’s on them both, thick hand- red and heated from all the spike’s he's deflected clamping down around the napes of their necks- he can see and smell the way they bristle with the contact, ready to fight before his own scent lays heavy over them, settling back down into meek little pups, knowing to bow down to the older and stronger alpha.

“why are you askin’ her for water?” he questions lowly, eyes pinned on you- no anger there while he gazes down at you, just pure love and want. his voice is a deep rumble, however, clearly displeased.

“t-the trainers busy!” atsumu balks, and you look at him with wide eyes, usually it's best for them to stay quiet and let him run his course, but atsumu is still pumped up from the victory.

you look back up at meian and your own knees go weak with his lowly growl, watch as they try and get away, but the hands digging into their backs only further push them down- it’s an embarrassing act, everyone surrounding them intently reacting to an alpha that strong make a brazen act of dominance.

they both kneel easily, bowing their heads, only letting up when he walks to you- bending down and kissing your precious, now pouty mouth- cupping a heated face with his big, rough hands.

“time to go?” you question sweetly, enough so that he calms down- grinning deeply against your mouth before nodding, his cock already swelling with the promise behind your carefully covered intentions.

because as much as he needs to take claim, you're the one who always initiates it, batting lashes at him with every glance towards you in the stands, soft hands curling hard into his jersey when he runs to you and scoops you up- it's all there, the need for your big, strong man.

he decides that this time around he’s the one who simply cant wait, tugging your hands through the halls of the gym, careful to not hurt you- but walking with authority and his chest puffed out in pride.

there’s a soft look to his eyes while he sits down on the bench of the locker room, thick thighs splayed out beneath his silky looking black uniform- still gleaming with sweat.

the harsh glare from beaming lights just makes him look so good, it's easy to fit your body against his own, already throbbing with just feeling his half hard cock against you.

roaming hands find themselves splayed over your back in support and slowly inching up your neck to hold there, all the while nosing along the pulse point in your neck, tongue so thick and wet licking lines to the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

he relishes with every whine tumbling forth from your lips, whining already and wiggling so cutely- you smell good, changing into an overwhelming, mouthwatering scent that makes his mouth water and cock jump harshly.

“s-shugo, please!” you gasp, his teeth slowly grazing over your shoulder, making sure the side of his still sweaty face runs along the side he’d just licked at.

it’s his job to listen well to your pleads, quickly tugging his cock from his uniform, standing upright with how hard he is, swollen at the base with his thick knot, painting your tummy with precum that you whine should be inside you.

he chuckles with how greedy his precious girl is, nodding in agreement, watching your eyes widen when his hands reach down to your ass, blunt nails digging into the roundness of it- all before catching the material and tearing you free for him.

your mind all but blanks with the display of impatience, barely able to register the way he picks you up off his thighs and onto his cock, pulling you down so good the swell of his knot lays tight against your throbbing cunt.

there’s no build up, not when his mind is this overrun with the dizzying, wet heat of your cunt, barely letting him breathe.

hands eagerly gripping your side to pick you up, settling just the swollen tip of his red cock inside, watching with lidded and a predatory gaze pinned to you, watching and hearing you hiccup as he impales you down on his cock over and over.

the pleasure of him using you like this so very apparent to your already teary eyes, unfocused, wandering to his eyes and down to his lips over and over.

it doesn't take long at all for you to cum, legs pinching, squeezing around his hips in order to have him relent just a little while you cum all over him, heated gushing cum of yours painting the swollen base of his cock so well- running down to messily cover the wiry hair there as well.

this is when you look sweetest, head tipped back, swollen, battered walls nearly squeezing his still throbbing cock into you.

it's also when he thinks it's easier to pull you down, shoving the tight swollen knot into the still pulsing into your cunt, hand coming up to pull your spasming body down, wanting to feel your stretched, soaked, puffy lips against his balls.

leaning to seal a messy, and clumsy kiss to your panting mouth, wanting to swallow down any and all whines, small screams finally tumbling forth when you feel the stretch of him.

watery eyes just pinched tight, feeling the grumble of a lowly howl when his cock swells- spilling cum up your battered walls, his knot securely sealing any of it inside.

the locker room sways when your eyes finally open, eyes wide while he stretches you with his cum.

it feels so thick- his knot, thick cum, hand still pulling you nice and tight to him you can barely breathe.

there’s nothing said, he knows you take him well- you’re made for his cock, made to satiate the burning need swirling deep in his stomach. leaning down to plant his forehead onto your own, he coos at your still dumbed out expression.

“my good girl, sweet baby.” meian pants, fingers securely digging into your side- tongue reaching out to lick at your feverish skin, catching your cheek- corner of your mouth in a soothing motion.

there's nothing else you can focus on when you're like this, shaking while the throbbing knot settled deep inside you, the one he’s shoved in keeps you nice and still.

he keeps you like this, minutes ticking by before it finally deflates, licks increasing in frustration, when his hot cum leaks down onto him.

your own body weak to his movements, letting him care for you like he knows.

there’s the presence of his team standing outside the room, he knows this- can smell it, but they'll just have to wait until he cleans you up to change. sharp ears picking up the sound of increased panting.

him being balls deep inside you- there’s no jealousy this time, only an unbridled pride when he realizes they all heard how well an alpha fucks his baby.

#meian #meian shuugo #meian smut #meian shuugo smut #haikyuu smut #meian x reader #meian x reader smut #meian x you #meian x y/n #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #bokuto x reader smut #one shot #requests #lovely.moots

[chiruba]

JJK BOYS' ACCIDENTALLY MAKING YOU CRY !

an. this is literal garbage and very long but enjoy LOL

ft. itadori, fushiguro, inumaki x gn!reader

wc. 1.3k

genre. angst to fluff

tw. broken bones, cast and death mentions, also some swearing bc its british culture

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ITADORI YUJI — panic activated. there is nothing itadori would do in this world to hurt you, not intentionally at least. itadori had yet again come back from another dangerous mission - yet again another mission that almost took his life. it seemed that the danger levels just kept increasing as itadori continued to grow and improve as a jujutsu sorcerer, and as his significant other watching from the sidelines, the only thing that grew in you was your worry and concern. you thought you could handle it, seeing him come back each time with deep cuts and broken bones - thought you could make a subtle comment on how he should be just a little more careful, and yet, seeing him in this bad of a shape was all too much. itadori nearly pounced out of his skin when your teary eyes met his, all he did was ask you to sign his cast(s)! "yuji," he heard you sob, muffled by the hospital blankets you buried your head in. "please," he heard you whimper, hands clenched so tightly on the blankets he thought you'd rip them in half. "i'm not asking you to stop being a jujutsu sorcerer, i just want you to be careful." you looked up, eyes finally meeting, and itadori immediately reaches out to wipe the tears that spill down your cheeks. "what if you died?" the fear in your voice triggers something in yuji, and he immediately engulfs you in his arms. "no, would never leave you, baby." he says, tone firm. "i'm sorry, i didn't realise how stupid i was being - for not noticing how you felt and how reckless i was." he says, and its scarily serious. you nod, slowly taking in his words. "you promise?" you ask once more, wanting to confirm it. yuji smiles, breath tickling the shell of your ear as he whispers, "i promise."

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI — fushiguro knew he could be a little harsh with his words sometimes, which is why when you first started dating he always kept it to a minimum around you. yet as your relationship went on, megumi found himself more and more comfortable with himself, with you, with your relationship. perhaps… a little too comfortable. he had made another teasing comment - the only thought he gave it was making sure it was formatted correctly before it spewed out of his mouth. he expected to hear you giggle - tease him back, maybe give him a slap on the arm that really felt more like a tap, and yet, nothing. megumi ignored it for a minute or two, thinking perhaps you didn't care much, or were too busy doing something else to even pay attention to it. no biggie! it's not like it hadn't happened before and- oh. megumi thought, his heart dropping and eyes widening when he heard small sniffles come from behind him. oh fuck. he was sure he'd whipped his head around so fast it gave him whiplash, and yet that was the last thing he could care about right now. "you really mean that, fushiguro?" he heard you ask, your back turned to him as your shoulders shook - voice shaky and breathless. fushiguro. he leapt at your use of his last name, pouncing across the room to get by your side. "no, no! never! you know i love you more than anything, i-i didn't think - fuck - i didn't even think about what i was saying, 'm so sorry." he was panicked, his hands fidgeting awkwardly as he debated reaching out to you. luckily, you made the choice for him. megumi only felt like breathing again when your hands wrapped around his waist, head buried into his chest. "'is okay, 'gumi." he sighed, hands wrapping around you as he held you tighter, "just don't say it again, please." he shook his head without pulling away from you, and you felt him plant kisses across your neck in a silent apology. "of course, never again, love."

INUMAKI TOGE — inumaki is a tease. you wouldn't expect it from the quiet, innocent looking cursed speech user. inumaki loved to pull pranks constantly, and you had quickly become used to them in your relationship - even spiraling into your own little 'war'. beginning to see who could get the best pranks to just becoming who could get the most - and inumaki was determined to win. it had come across his tiktok feed. ignoring your s/o for a day to see how they react! he glanced over to see your sleeping figure wrapped around his arm, giggling when he saw your noise scrunch up at the sudden movement. yeah, inumaki was definitely gonna win this war. you were absolutely positively sure that you had never had a worse day than this. you completely forgot to charge your phone during the night, leaving you frantic as you tried to throw on your uniform as fast as you could - only to finally get to school and receive a big fat fail on your last test, but, hey! it couldn't get any worse! unless spilling your lunch and scraping your knee and - god, everything was just going wrong. you wanted nothing more than to be cuddled into inumaki's arms right now, inhaling the comforting smell of vanilla he always managed to subtly be coated in. which is exactly why you were seeking out your platinum haired boyfriend right now. a wave of relief washing over you as he came into view. "toge!" you yelled, a smile covering your features as you ran over to your boyfriend "ugh, you won't believe how-" "kombu!" inumaki exclaimed, running over to fushiguro, completely past you. you paused, awkwardly pulling down your raised hand that was stilled in a wave motion. perhaps he just had something really important to do right now? no big deal at all!... and yet, it was a big deal. it continued on and on, inumaki continuing to ignore your entire existence as you tried over and over to get his attention. he'd even looked directly at you at one point, only to turn away the next second - and it had been the last straw. chest burning and eyes watering, you stormed off to your dorm, throwing yourself onto your bed as you sobbed into your pillows. seeing how you'd progressively gotten more pissed throughout the day - inumaki thought all he was in for was a particularly nasty prank in return when he got back. he knocked on your dorm room once, then twice, and then a third - and yet he got no response. no response other than the muffled sobs he could hear come through the door. he felt panic course through him immediately, pushing open the door hurriedly. "takana?" inumaki practically yelled, bursting into your room as he saw you buried in your pillows, shoulders shaking as you sobbed. inumaki sat down by your side, ready to take you into his arms - before he was shoved off completely, your angered and tear-stained face meeting his eyes. "so now you care? go away, inumaki!" his heart sank as he finally began to realise what he'd done - that the anger on your face throughout the day looked more like sadness. "o-okaka," he stuttered, desperately trying to communicate through his gestures. you only glared in response, shoveling back into your blankets as you turned your back to him. inumaki stayed silent for a few minutes, listening to your cries as they lowered in volume. "please listen to me," he begged finally, and your ears perked up subconsciously. "jerk. don't use your dumb advantage…" he heard you mutter, and he felt his heart lift just a little. "i'm sorry." he said, and although it didn't seem like much - coming from inumaki, it was practically the world. you didn't say anything, but simply shuffled forward to give inumaki room on your bed - something he happily accepted as he immediately tackled you in kisses. inumaki did not in fact win the war.

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[butwhyduh]

"There is only one bed" "Exes forced to work together" and "Accidentally cuddling in sleep" with homeboy Dickie please <3

There were certain members of the Titans who said Dick’s superpower was being friends with his exes. Not very many of them had ill feelings for him after breakup despite everything that happened in their relationship. You tried to be like them. Kori could laugh at his jokes while he dated Barbara. Zatanna would often give him an open mouth kiss when she saw him and yet had no interest in dating him again.

But you weren’t like that. You didn’t know how to act around him. Possibly because you didn’t exactly break up normally, or at all. He just disappeared. It had been for a mission but still. He could have called or talked to you afterwards. That’s why you were mad. It was inconsiderate, you thought as you ignored the tiny voice that told you that you couldn’t be normal around him because you still liked him.

And currently you were dying because you had teamed up with Dick on a mission. Both of your skill sets matched for the mission’s needs and so this is how you ended up at the front counter of a Swiss hotel high in the mountain trying to get 2 hotel rooms instead of one. Or even just another bed.

“Madame, I apologize but there is no other room at this hotel. We are very sorry for the mix up but this is all we have. The nearest hotel is 30 kilometers north so I have very little I can do. Again, I apologize,” said the man. “It is the busy season.”

You sighed. “That’s fine. I’m tired. It’ll be fine,” you said grabbing the keys a little rougher than necessary. Dick looked at the man apologetically before following you.

The hotel was actually really nice. Very traditional with red ornamental patterned rugs and golden brown beaded board halfway up the wall. A gold chandelier hung in the front entry. A bellboy carried your bags up to the room and let you in.

The room was just as nice but tiny. Barely had enough room for the bed and a small table with 2 chairs and a tv stand. A little closet sat behind door and the tiny window with covered in thick curtains.

You tossed your bag in the closet without a care and pulled off your shoes. You groaned and stretched your toes before flopping on the bed.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Dick said grabbing a pillow.

“No just get in bed. There isn’t enough floor to sleep on. It’ll kill your back to sleep weird,” you said with a yawn. Dick stood awkwardly. You hadn’t thought about it but you were probably his only awkward ex and he didn’t know what to do about it.

“You sure? I don’t wanna be in your space,” Dick said tentatively laying down the pillow. You patted the mattress.

“You could sleep in the room beside me and I think you’d still be in my face with how tiny these rooms are,” you said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, this hotel is probably like 500 years old or something,” he said laying down. He was on his edge of the bed and you on yours. “Did I ever tell you that we toured out here when I was a kid in the circus?”

You turned to look at him. “No you haven’t. What was it like?”

“It was cold but fun. My mom got mad when I tried to do flips barefoot in the snow,” he said with a laugh. “I was probably 6. She thought I was going to get deathly sick from the cold.”

“That sounds exactly like something a mom would say,” you said with a smile.

“I also remember one of the sword swallowers tried to learn the language to speak to all the pretty women that came to the shows but he learned Swedish instead,” Dick said and you both laughed.

“I bet that didn’t go well.”

“He got lucky and the first woman he talked to spoke Swedish! It was pretty funny,” Dick said with a yawn. “We should probably get some sleep.”

“Yeah,” you said and the pillow felt like heaven. Your eyelids felt heavy and before you knew it, you were asleep. Hours later you woke to light hitting your eyes through the curtains so you snuggled closer to get it out of your eyes. Arms that wrapped around you tightened a little and you felt a humming noise that threatened to put you back to sleep.

Hot breath against your cheek made you move again. This time you woke up to take in your surroundings. A collarbone. Arms around your back. Legs tangled in your own. You hadn’t taken anyone home last night. Who was that? You blinked before realizing that you were in Dick’s arms.

You pulled back a little and he whined in his sleep and held you tighter. His touch was warm and comforting and you almost wanted to be lulled back to sleep with him. But Dick wasn’t your boyfriend and you needed to move. You shifted again and he opened his eyes to look at you in surprise.

“Oh,” he said. You both froze. “Sorry,” Dick muttered before moving his hands away slowly. His didn’t scoot away from you.

You looked at him and the way he looked at you stopped you from moving. It was raw and unfiltered in the mornin light and he clearly wasn’t over you. He looked down at your lips before looking back at your eyes.

“Morning,” you said softly. You looked down as he licked his lips. They looked soft and shiny. You slid your hand to his arm. Almost painfully slow, Dick scooted closer to where your lips were almost touching. You inhaled a little faster than normal.

“Can I,” he said already hold his head slightly turned. You leaned up to meet his lips. Dick’s hands went back around to grip your waist. The kiss started out tentative but didn’t take long to deepen. He tasted the same as you remember and his touch was familiar and comforting.

After a little bit of you both laying on your sides, Dick laid back and pulled you on top of him. You straddled his hips and kissed him hard. Dick made a moan against your lips and gripped your thighs. You rubbed down against him. You could feel him grow hard in his thin sleep pants. Dick pulled back to breathe.

“Fuck baby,” he panted. You huffed out a laugh. “What?” He asked and you grinned.

“Still has the same weaknesses, I see,” you whispered and he chuckled before shrugging. You ground down on him and he inhaled quickly.

“Yeah but so do you,” he said before flipping you over and pinning your hands above your head. You gasped into a moan as he nipped at the spot behind your ear. Dick smirked against your skin. “Yep the same spot.”

“Hmmm using it against me,” you asked and he nodded.

“Always take advantage of weaknesses. That how I was taught,” Dick said. He bent and sucked hard on the spot and you pulled at his hands, wanting to put your hands in his hair. Dick kissed down your neck to your collar and nipped at your collarbone. You made a keening sound.

“Not fair Grayson, not fair,” you said breathlessly and he chuckled.

“I could always stop,” Dick said, his breath was hot on your skin. You groaned and he chuckled. Dick slid his hands under your shirt and pulled back to slide it off. His fingers traced a new scar that you had gotten since the last time you had been together.

“Two Face,” you commented and he nodded before kissing the arcing curvature of lighter skin. You pulled at his shirt and he pulled it off too. He had some more scars too. A pair of red healing marks on his forearm that looked like claws you touched with your thumb.

“Killer Croc,” he said before kissing the valley between your breasts. You hummed in agreement before realizing what he said.

“Killer Croc? You got very lucky,” you said and he pulled back a little.

“Yeah. I mean, it got mad infected and I was out for 2 weeks but yeah, he could have ripped my arm off,” Dick said. He ran his hand along the waistband of your sleep shorts. You inhaled quickly.

“You’re too casual for a man that almost died,” you said.

“Yeah, I know,” Dick answered sliding his hand in your shorts to play in your folds. Your eyes closed and you forgot all about scars and Killer Croc as he fingered you.

“Condoms?” You gasped. He grinned as he kissed along the column of your neck.

“One minute,” Dick said getting up. You watched him move around the room. His boner extremely obvious in his sleep pants. He came back with a few attached together.

“3?”

“Let’s start with one and go from there,” he smirked and you laughed. That was Dick for you. Cheeky no matter what. He pushed down his pants and rolled it on as you slid out of your panties and shorts. Dick stared down at your wet pussy. He already knew from fingering you but he certainly wasn’t complaining about the sight.

Dick climbed back over you and kissed you soundly. “Ready?” He asked and you nodded. Dick slowly thrust in and you made a soft sound. He started moving and found a good pace. It was great for missionary but it wasn’t like either of you didn’t have the ability to be a little more flexible in positions.

“I want to try something,” you whispered in his ear and he looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Go on,” Dick said excitedly. You pushed him off of you and he eagerly complied. You stood up and bent at the waist and wrapped your arms around the back of your knees with your legs closed giving Dick one hell of a show.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered. Dick moved behind you. “Like this?” He asked and you nodded. Dick slowly slid in with his hands on your hips making all kinds of little noises. “You look fucking amazing baby. Truly.”

You let Dick move for a while in this position. He alternated between holding your hips and grabbing your ass to slightly spread it to watch better. It was possible he’d never been that horny in his life. It felt amazing on your part but there was something you wanted to try without telling him.

You slowly moved your hands to the floor and put your weight on one leg. And with a smirk, you lifted one leg up and Dick inhaled deeply as you lifted it up to his shoulder. He held your leg and moaned loudly. His hips stopped and he was panting.

“Fuck, you almost made me cum right then,” he groaned. His hips started moving and all of took was a little shake of your ass for him to cum despite himself. “Fuck,” he groaned while burying himself deep. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and helped you stand up. You noted a little dusting of pink in his cheeks and ears.

“I’ll get you back. Lay down,” he said and you nodded and laid on the bed. It was no time at all that he had his lips wrapped around your clit and fingers in your core as your grabbed his hair in pleasure.

“Fuck! Dick! Fuck!” You cried, completely ignoring the fact that it was 7 am and you were in a hotel. He seemed to be hell bent on making up for the fact that he came first. Your thighs shook and you weren’t even sure but you probably screamed when you came. Dick peppered kisses up your body with a smirk as you heaved in breaths.

“Like that,” he said wryly, pulling you into his arms.

“You already know that,” you answered. He ran a finger along your arm and kissed your hair.

“So this...” he started but trailed off.

“Yeah...”

“Do you wanna... try again? Us?” He asked.

“Maybe,” you said biting your lip.

“Give it a shot?” He asked hopeful. You sat in silence for a second.

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“Yeah?” He said with a smile.

“Yeah,” you answered shyly. He grinned and kissed you again. He rolled on top of you.

“Since I fucked up the first round, I should make it up to you,” he said playfully. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“If. You. Can,” you whispered in his ear. By the end of the morning, the hotel security had come to knock on your door to quiet down.

#friday night smut #dick Grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick Grayson smut #batboy smut #batboy x reader

[honeyabyss]

Mc falling asleep next to them

Lucifer:

he had been working nonstop for hours now and the pile of yet to be read and signed documents wasn't getting any smaller

you had been sitting in his study silently working on your own assignments, that was until you've finished them about an hour ago

pacing his room in boredom and looking at the stuff he keeps in his closets (mostly books, records and demonus)

"Could you stop wandering around, you're irritating me!" Lucifer is stressed, annoyed, etc and your sighs, constant footsteps and opening and closing of closet doors, didn't help him to concentrate

you could have left the room and found something else to do, but you were determined to spend some time with him, as the evening work hours are quite literally the only hours where you can be alone with him

so instead you seeked permission for putting on a record to have at least some entertainment, which was both a good and a bad choice at the same time

yes you had something to enjoy and relax to, but the relaxing part worked a little bit too well

after a good ten minutes you were sleeping peacefully, stretched out all over his sofa with no care in the world

"I'm going to take a small break and get some coffee. Do you want something as well?" Lucifer asked only to be met with silence, which he didn't appreciate

he was about scold you for being rude, when his gaze fell on your sleeping form and the words seemed stuck in his throat

how could you sleep so peacefully right next to one of the strongest demons of hell, he honestly didn't know if he was pleased you found comfort in his presence or if he should be annoyed that you don't take him serious enough

nonetheless you seemed to have a good sleep and as this is often near impossible in the House of Lamentation, he decided to let you sleep

he got himself his coffee and once back in his study he moved his workplace to the small coffee table and took a seat next to you on the sofa

he adjusted your form so you weren't hanging half of the edge and put his coat over your sleeping form for some warmth

"Foolish little lamb, letting your guard down in a house of wolves, good thing I'm here to protect you..."

Mammon:

"And then I, the Great Mammon, made an action movie worthy escape and totally didn't run away in a panic, because Lucifer was chasing me..."

he had been telling you how exactly he got into the situation of hanging from the ceiling once again, as you've tried as careful as possible to cut him free, which was harder then expected with the way he kept moving around

once finally free, he dropped onto the ground, whining about the rope burns he got basically all over his body, though demons heal quicker, it still wasn't a nice feeling

with a sigh you offered him your hand and pulled him up and away to your room to give him some of the salve Satan had made you the last time you had accidentally cut yourself while cooking

you sat a flustered Mammon onto your bed while you went ahead and searched through your bathroom cabinets that were filled with products Asmo had gifted you, when you finally found it you asked Mammon to hold still while you put some salve onto his burned skin

"W-what?! N-no way! I don't need your help, I can do that on my own!" and with that Mammon stormed away with your salve and locked himself into your bathroom

you knew better then to argue at this point, Mammon would do what Mammon wants to do...until he fails and seeks protection behind your back...

be it because he is embarrassed, doesn't know how to open the salve tube, or because there were so many rope burns...but Mammon took quite long to apply the crème, leaving you to wait for him for at least half an hour now

helping out Mammon can become quite tiring, not that you mind helping him or don't like being around him, but a nap sounds nice right now

and so you lay down in your bed, it is after all your room, and just because Mammon is currently camping out in your bathroom, doesn't mean that you can't take a nap

Mammon comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he probably needed a few more minutes to build up courage to face and thank you, but he is met with the sight of you sleeping on your bed

Mammons brain is working overdrive, trying to figure out if he should leave the room quietly, wake you up or stay and watch over you...then again he doesn't want to be seen as a creep by you, but he can't deny that he would like to stay with you

he carefully climbs into bed and pushes you a bit further in so you sleep on the wall side and don't fall off in case you move, it takes five more minutes until Mammon risks putting his arm around you all while holding his breath in anticipation of your rejection, when none comes he settles a little closer to you and falls asleep as well

"Don't worry my human, the Great Mammon is gonna keep you warm and protected in your sleep!"

Bonus: even though you two fall asleep next to each other with only Mammons arm wrapped around you, expect him to wake up on top of you holding you like your his pillow

Leviathan:

it was 5am and Levi and you were currently waiting in line in front of a shop to get your hands on a new limited edition Ruri-Chan figurine

surprisingly enough even though you turned up quite early, there were a good amount of people in front of you

the shop would only open a 9am so you still had a long time to queue in the coldness of the devildom morning

"Ah that is not fair! We planned everything so carefully, it was the perfect timing, why aren't we first in line?" Levi complained while standing on his tiptoes to be able to see and count the demons in front of him, coming to the conclusion that if everyone were to buy one figurine he'd still be able to buy one for himself...and whatever you might want

you weren't the happiest when he told you about his plan a few weeks prior and getting woken up this early you might have been a little slower than usual in getting yourself ready, now that you were here you couldn't help but feel a little guilty

you tried to cheer Levi up with the argument that if you were longer in line that also meant you could spend more time together, which resulted in Levi turning into a blushing but happy mess

you put down the blanket you've brought and made yourself comfortable on it, Levi joining you but looking a bit stiff from the closeness

you ate a breakfast consisting out of sandwiches made with whatever was left after Beels midnight snack, which wasn't much but better than nothing

afterwards as there was still a lot of time to pass you started to play some games on his Switch, trying to stay awake

the emphasis lies on 'trying', because after 2 hours or so you start to fall asleep, eyelids and limbs heavy, you don't have the energy left in you to fight the sleep and so you nod off, your head falling onto Levis shoulder who had been inching closer over the period of time...to be able to better see the Switch display not to be closer to you...

Levi.exe has stopped working

there he sits red as a tomato with Mc sleeping on his shoulder, the queue in front of him starts to pack up and move as the shop gets ready to open up, his Switch display is showing the game over screen, his mind feels fogged over and he has no idea how to react now

Mc just fell asleep and Levi feels guilty to wake them...but they have to move...

"H-hey Mc? T-the line i-is moving? Wake up....please..." his attempts are way to quiet for you to hear and even as he gently shakes your shoulder you do not wake, leaving Levi quiet in a dilemma

"N-no other choice..." he says as he packs up the stuff alone, leaving only you sitting on the cold floor...he can't just leave you here..

Levi turns into his demon form, his hands shaking and eyes flitting across your from and over the crowd of other demons, before he carefully lifts you into his arm, his tail wrapping around you as well for more stabilization, so he has one hand free to carry his shopping bag later

he never bought something faster than that day, he got his figurine and even bought you some anime merch he knew you had stated to like, all while feeling like he was running the worst fever of his life and receiving stares, giggles and smug smiles from way too may people, that was enough attention for at least a century for Levi...but he did like holding you in his arms

"This is not fair! I have to deal with all the embarrassment while you sleep...but I guess it's okay if it's for you..."

Satan:

Satans last anger fit had caused way more damage than usually, it had taken place in the library when Mammon had tried to steal a very rare book about spells, to sell it after he found out how rare it actually is...now that lead to Satan throwing down and emptying almost all bookshelves and kicking Mammon through the room

While Mammon was strung upside down from the ceiling, Satan was forced to clean up the library alone, but you had pity on him as there were quite a lot to clean up, if Lucifer doesn't find out you helped there will be no consequences

Satans opinion about you helping was split, first of all he was really thankful for the help even though he was at fault for the chaos, having to clean up all alone was a bit much, but on second thought Satan was worried that you tried to go against Lucifers orders, he's proud of you for defying his eldest brother but also feels like it's a stupid idea

but you have made your mind up and so while Satan repairs and stands up the shelves, you begin to put the books in, you might not know the exact way they stood like Satan, but for now getting them off the floor is the priority

there aren't many words spoken as you silently work away, only once in a while you point out a book which got a bit more damage, the cover hanging off loosely or a few pages ripped out, you two decide depending on the damage if it can be fixed or not

every now and then Satan asks you to hold a piece of a shelf together while he fixes it, he is surprisingly fast and knows exactly how to repair it...just as if he had to do it more than once in a while...

"Oh Mc? Can you give me the screwdriver? No no that one, the one with the cross head is what I need..." you had no idea there were so many different tools, and wouldn't be the slotted one sufficient if you just angled it right? Satan just laughs and let's you try it for yourself, only for you to fail, he then shows you how to do it correctly guiding you through fixing your first shelf

"The last shelf is standing again, I'll help you with the book now." Satan pointed out, a small ray of hope now that only the books were left, you didn't reply, which honestly wasn't really necessary, but a small affirming noise would have been nice, so Satan tries to keep the 'conversation' going, while he works on the books with his back turned to you

"...you're still ignoring me? Are you angry at me for making such a mess? You know you didn't have to help...you can go, no need to act like all high and mighty!" he was getting angry again, yes he did make a mess, but he didn't do anything to you! Had he? He couldn't remember, but humans might interpret actions and words differently…he didn't want you to be mad at him, and neither did he want to get angry at you, but with you ignoring him it became quite difficult to keep his voice low

having enough and wanting to make up before it gets worse, he makes his way over to you, who was leaning against a shelf with a book in your hand

as he sits down next to you and turns your body to him through a guiding hand on your shoulder, he startles, you fell asleep in a sitting position? That sounds more like something Belphie would do...Isn't that uncomfortable?

You must have been exhausted after filling up three shelves of books and fell asleep midway on your fourth shelf, Satan chuckles amused and relieved you aren't mad at him but simply sleeping

He picks you up and brings you to your room where he lies you down in your bed, covering you with the blanket and hesitantly stroking your hair before going back to cleaning up the library

"Thank you for being so patient with me and helping me! You can rest now and I'll make it up to you later!"

Bonus: he will most definitely take you out on a date of your choice, even if he doesn't enjoy the idea as much as you

Asmodeus:

Asmo had taken you out shopping, as he claimed his wardrobe was not having the right clothes anymore so he had to get new ones fast

he had dragged you through town for the whole day and you two only returned home late in the afternoon, you completely exhausted and ready to drop in your bed, while Asmo while being slightly tired, still insisted on putting on all the clothes and showing them off to you and his followers on Devilgram

he entrusted you with his D.D.D to take some nice amazing shots of him to gain even more followers, though that seemed impossible as it already felt as if the whole population of hell was already subscribed to his account

but as long as all you had to do was hold the D.D.D up and click the screen for a picture, you were fine, you sat down on Asmos bed trying not to disturb the bags of clothes that lay there as well

Asmos screen lit up nearly every few seconds with a new message, how did this man not get crazy with all the message?! And he must check them all, because whenever you write him, he is on and writing back instantly...maybe you should steal his D.D.D from time to time to get him away from it...

While Asmo was changing into new clothes in the bathroom, you could hear him humming a happy tune, clearly in his element and enjoying his time, which made you happy as well, but the exhaustion was still plaguing you and the bed felt unbelievably comfy and on top of that the humming of Asmo was slowly lulling you into sleep

"Oooh Mc~ I especially like this top! Just look how nicely it fits, it shows of my best parts, which are all of me haha...hey Mc?~ Look at me!" Asmo pouted as you stayed put on his bed, and climbed over your form, already expecting you to start pushing him off, only to get concerned when you don't

then he sees your eyes are closed and you seem to be peacefully asleep, he instantly coos at your sweet sleeping expression, the back of his hand caresses you cheeks softly, but you don't react much besides moving a bit into am ore comfy position

Asmo backs off and begins to put down his bags, then he tucks you under his covers and climbs right in with you, pulling you close so that you lie on his chest, his arms encircling you to keep you put

the pictures for Devilgram are forgotten for now, they're not running away anyway, you two can continue another time, but for a beauty nap sounds good

"Oh Mc! You look so cute when you're sleeping...next time tell me you need a break, I'm happy to cuddle you while you're recovering!"

Beelzebub:

you had decided to stay a bit longer at RAD today, because you still had something to discuss with one of the teacher, as well as doing some research for an essay that was due next week

most of the brothers had already left for home or different work related activities, except Beel who had Fangol practice today after school, and as you were not allowed to walk around the Devildom without someone accompanying you for protection, all that was left for you was to wait for Beel to finish his practice, which usually took place for about two hours

you sat down on one of the benches at the side of the field, waving to Beel so he knew you where you were and could keep an eye on you

you worked away on your homework and checked you D.D.D from time to time replying to all the messages you got

the practice seemed to be still not finished even after two hours had passed and you were getting a bit tired from sitting around, but you also couldn't just wander off, Beel might start worry...plus the risk of running into a less friendly demon was still a thing

so you shifted from one position into another not really being able to get comfortable on the hard wooden bench

the ground seemed to be comfier with every minute passing, and so you lay down ignoring the weird looks of the team and trainers, you're body simply wasn't made to sit on this bench longer than necessary

"Here you can wrap yourself in this...it's getting cold. Training is almost over, just hold out a few more minutes!" Beel came over and gave you his jacket and you quickly put it on revelling in his warmth

but here is the problem the jacket made you feel so comfortable that you fell asleep, right on the floor next to a few dozen demons

"We're finished! I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat, any wishes what you want?" Beel was packing his stuff and rambling on about how he could eat at least one year worth of food, training having starved him quite a lot

but when you didn't respond he grew worried and kneeled down next to you, gently resting his hand on your side, he simply laughed when he saw you fell asleep, he is used to it due to Belphie, so he carefully picks you up and carries you home, deciding to order food once there

just Beel giving you a piggy back home, softly smiling to himself and being happy you've come to be so at ease around demons..still at bit worried, but he'll protect you, no worries

"I'll stay by your side until you wake up...and then we can eat lots of good food...please just don't sleep too long or I might have to eat before you wake up."

Belphegor:

so there he was, sleeping, on your bed, in your room, without an invitation...and honestly it wasn't even a surprise anymore, coming home after a work shift at Hell's Kitchen and just wanting to sleep, but no there was no space for you on the bed

I have no idea how, but he manages to occupy the whole bed, and hog blanket and pillows to himself as well

if only he was easy to wake, just to tell him to move over, but no he wouldn't wake up unless you pulled the big guns and nobody wants to face the consequences after one dumped water bottle on his head, it would be a hundred times easier and less dangerous to wake Satan

but you were really tired and just wanted to cuddle into your bed, maybe you could maneuver him with a bit strength..actually forget that...you could always call Beel for help to carry him to his own bed, but by the way he was clinging to your blanket and pillows, that would only end in a empty mattress to sleep on and then you would get cold...

honestly it was his own fault at this point you had threatened him to do it, but he had just laughed it off...

and so you climbed into bed and lay down on top of him, wrapping your arms around him so that you would get at least his body warmth if not the blanket

to your surprise he didn't wake up and he was really comfy, his rhythmic breathing was really relaxing and it didn't take you long to fall asleep

after some time Belphie wakes up with you wrapped around him, he quickly realises that you're asleep, but is stunned nonetheless that you would actually have the guts to sleep on top of him with the risk of waking him up in a bad mood

"That's quite bold of you! You didn't think I will let that slip though, right?" he chuckles amused but shifts nonetheless to make room for you, his embrace is tight, and he hopes just a little bit that you wake up, so he can tease you, but you stay asleep looking content with your new position

"I suppose I could go for another nap...now that I have my favourite pillow with me, sleeping will be even better!" he cuddles you, just like the blanket and pillows...which you don't get any of by the way, but you get Belphie so that's even better, he's gonna keep you warm, don't worry

"You're such a odd human...no idea why I like you...anyway just stay here in my arms and sleep!"

Diavolo:

yesterday was amazing, Dia had taken you to a trip in the human world and you had showed him around, visiting as many places as you two could

what you didn't know was that he had actually sneaked out of the castle to spend time with you

well you didn't know until a very angry Barbatos opened a portal right in front of you two and started lecturing Dia for at least one hour

you felt a bit guilty that you were the indirect cause of this and quickly apologised to him promising to make it up

so here you were in Dias office, overseeing him to do his work so he couldn't sneak out again and Barb didn't have to find him

after all if the reason for sneaking out was right in his room then he had no reason to go, besides the intimidating amount of work left on his desk after yesterdays excurse

Dia worked concentrated for most of the time, only now and then staring out of the window or talking to you

"Isn't it boring to watch me work? I can work alone, I promise to run away...or else Barbatos might get a heart attack from shock of seeing me gone again" he chuckled while signing another document

you reassured you didn't mind sitting next to him in silence, you had a good book borrowed from Satan, tea and cookies from Barbatos and you could stare at Diavolo all day long

your last statement made Dia flush red quite quickly and he tried to distract himself with his work, he slouched over in his chair trying to escape your gaze, but you were having none of it

your arms snaked around his waist and your head came to lean on his shoulder, Dia stiffened not sure how to react he liked the feeling of you hugging him, but now he was scared to move too much as not to disturb you or accidentally hit you with his elbow while trying to write

after a few more documents his eyes flit over to your face, cheek squished against his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing calmly

"Mc? Are.. are you sleeping?" he is whispering trying not to be too loud in case you are truly sleeping, and that you are! A soft smile graces his lips, nobody was ever this relaxed around him, he is proud and wants you to stay asleep as long as possible

he keeps working until Barbatos knocks on the door, coming in and announcing to have brought more tea, only to stop when he sees the sight in front him, Mc holding onto Dia, head resting on his shoulder and sleeping, while Dia put his finger to his lips to tell him not to be too loud

you sleep for an hour or so until Dia really has to move, apologising multiple times for having to wake you

"I'm glad you're able to relax around me, please continue to be yourself! My shoulder is always there for you to nap!"

Barbatos:

"You liked the cake that much? I'm flattered! I could teach you how to make it if you'd like?"

you had been over for tea at the castle and the chocolate cake with black-as-hell cherries was the best cake you've ever ate, it was bittersweet in taste not too much sweetness and not too much bitterness, paired with the melting chocolate, you could have eaten the whole cake on your own

you doubt you'd be able to get the same ingredients in the human realm but maybe you could find similar ones, so you were more than willing to learn with Barbatos

and so you arranged to meet the next Sunday afternoon for a baking session

Barb let you into the castle already awaiting you at the door even though you were early

you two worked on the cake, Barb explaining each step carefully, even for the easiest steps he takes his time to explain and help you, being very patient with you no matter how much you screw up

"Next we have to melt the chocolate in a pot. Wait a minute I turn on the stove for you" while you put the chocolate pieces into a pot, Barb moves behind you and turns on the stove, his arms brushing your sides, yet he stays fully focused, what can't be said for you

the cake is put together quickly with you two working together and while it bakes in the oven and the chocolate is meting, you two go ahead and start cutting and coring the rest of the cherries to decorate the cake later

"Here have a taste, they're bitter at first but the aftertaste is nicely sweet!" He holds out a cored cherry for you to taste and eats one himself, smiling gently at you while you sniff at the fruit first, which smells exactly like a normal human world cherry

the only thing left to do is wait for the cake so you two sit down for some tea at a small table in the kitchen, talking about the week, when Diavolo calls for Barb and he quickly excuses himself to help the prince out

the sweet aroma of the baking cake, the warmth of the tea and the very comfy chair you're sitting in, are a dangerous combination making you fall asleep

as Barb returns he sees you with your head lying on your folded arms on the table, clearly asleep, Barb decides to eave you there while cleans the kitchen and checks on the cake half an hour later

"Mc? The cake is ready to be decorated do you want sleep or do you want to help me?" somewhat embarrassed you stand up and help him with the decorations , Barb acts if nothing happened but he can't help but think about your gentle expression while you slept

"Next time I'll let you sleep longer... I wouldn't mind if you visited me for your naps if that meant I could see you more often."

Solomon:

learning magic was many things: exciting, frustrating, dangerous, fun...but sometimes it also was unbelievable boring

like when you think about magic, you think about casting charms, curses, making potions and all that stuff, but nobody told you that beforehand you have to learn everything about the new spell or etc in theory!

so here you were sitting with Solomon as he rambled on about how while the shrinking charm could have really bad side effects if casted wrong, sure it was important to know how to cast it correctly but did you really have to listen on to everything that might go wrong?

listening to all this just make you feel less confident, I mean technically you were practicing with a tea cup to shrink, so shrinking only a part of it wouldn't be too bad of a side effect, but what if you used too much pressure and made the cup explode and you'd hurt Solomon in the process?!

You took a deep breath, which made Solomon stop talking as he looked at you questioningly

"Anything wrong? Already giving up? Is it toom much?" his light teasing was meant to make you relax, but all you could do was give a small, stiff smile, signalling for him to continue and he did, after messing up your hair with his hand giving you a huge grin, but he talked slower now giving you more glances to make sure you were still alright

"How about a small break? I'll make us some tea..." he stood up and made some tea...in a beaker over a Bunsen burner..this weirdo..

the tea didn't taste weird though, it was just normal tea, even though the preparation would have made Barbatos get a stroke

after the break he was back to full tutor mode and your concentration slipped with each new word, until your head falls down, your chin resting on your chest comfortably, you had fallen asleep right before him

Solomon notices instantly that you're asleep and starts laughing so loud that you wake up again, he is crying and gasping for breath at your flustered state and you hit for good measurement on the arm

"Am I that boring? Fine if you're tired you can rest on my bed. I'll read you a bedtime spell book..." he doesn't stop laughing and teases you endlessly, you better be on your toes around him, you won't be hearing the end of this

"Hey sleepyhead? Do you want me to read you into boredom? I won't take pictures of your sleeping and drooling self...No promises made though..."

Simeon:

He was staring blankly at his manuscript, writers block had been plaguing him for quite some while now, but the new chapter had to be sent to the company until next week

you had offered to help him out maybe you could give him some ideas, so he invited you over and let you read the latest chapter so you'd know what had happened

you sat in his room brainstorming ideas on a small extra sheet trying your best to help Simeon out who looked quite lost

"Do you think that would work? Doesn't if feel a bit too rushed? But maybe if we combined these two ideas together..." he seemed to had found something and began to roughly write up a plan for his further writings

he continuously asked you questions about the smallest details, it was kind of cute that he relied so much on you, he probably could have done the rest himself as well, yet he kept involving you into the whole process

while his one hand scribbled like a madman, his other rested on your arm occasionally lightly squeezing it, reminding you that he didn't forget about you

you slowly fell asleep, the sounds of each others breathing, the pen scratching over paper and the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall, the inly sounds to be heard

"What about this part? How do you think it could go from here?...Mc?" he wasted no time in making sure you were lying comfortably, putting his cloak over your form and still squeezing your arm from time to time while he continued to write late into the night

only then did he notice, the brothers might worry about your absence, should he wake and bring you home? or should he let you sleep here and inform Lucifer about your safety? but the sofa you were currently sitting on, would make your back hurt if you continued to sleep here

it took him some time debating with himself, but came to the conclusion to carry you to his bed and tuck you in, giving you a forehead kiss like he was used to with Luke, only to realise what he'd done and quickly scrambling away in embarrassment to give Lucifer a quick call about the situation

"Have sweet dreams my lamb! I'll be guarding you in any realm, even the dream realm!"

Luke:

Luke, Simeon and you were having a small movie evening, watching some old Disney movies

Simeon didn't allow you to watch something else to protect Luke, but you didn't mind too much

you were having some freshly made desserts by Luke who had worked on them the whole day, as he was very excited for your meetup

you watched a few movies, talking, laughing and joking together, just having fun

"Huh? They called the mean cat Lucifer? Hahah how fitting, he kind of even looks like the real Lucifer! Ah, don't tell him that though!" Luke really liked to compare the different characters to the people he knows, but when there actually were a cat called Lucifer he was quite surprised...who would want their cute pet to be called like a demon? Why not call them angel names? Michael is a pretty cool name...

over the time you became more and more tired and Simeon seemed to notice, suggesting on stopping for today and continuing another time, but Luke convinced you two of one more movie

unfortunately you didn't last the final movie and fell asleep cuddled underneath the blanket between Simeon and Luke

Luke took some time to notice, only seeing it when he turned to you wanting to tell you his opinion about the last scene

"Oh! Simeon... Mc fell asleep..." Simeon already knew, as you had fallen onto his shoulder, not that he minded, he just told Luke to stay quiet and watch the rest of the movie

Luke cuddled up to you to keep you warm and occasionally glanced at you to make sure you were okay, and there cuddled next to you he as well fell asleep...trapping Simeon underneath your combined weight, making it impossible for Simeon to get out of the bed, so you three just slept together that night

"Don't worry Mc! I'll keep all demons away from you while you sleep!"

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