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moonit3 · 8 days

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I've been completely addicted to reading your yanderes since yesterday, especially Harem and the Twins.

Therefore, I would like to request a part 3 of the Harem, if possible with more yandere fem, I am extremely lacking with yandere female, if it is not a bother, I thank you in advance for your attention and I am happy with your stories

𓆩❤︎ YANDERE! CONCUBINES HAREM

⟡ cw: yandere! female (of course), gn! reader, mentioned somnphilia (nothing happens i swear), overthinking from concubines, age gap (but like one line only), mentioned blackmail, pure fluff i guess?

⟡ word count: 1.1 k

⟡ notes: a new format? yep, i got a little tired of the same old ive been using since the very first post and its like it changed a lot…also, i am giving up my life to try to get the new mythic mercy skin (even started playing competitive to get more points) and to have aventurine in star rail (i barely have tickets, so i am going to wait to the anniversary rewards…), either way i am working hard to archive my goals and you should too! enjoy today’s writing, my dear readers :)

earlier today you forget to lock your office’s door to prevent the concubines to enter and spend time with you during work hours, which basically mean they are all over the room in completely silence, observing you working in the documents. it’s wearied to have an quiet audience like this one, but you enjoy hearing the breeze outside your office while working and the ladies definitely know, so they keep to themselves when staying at the room with the only goal to admire you.

you catch most of the ladies moving their gaze away when you stare at them when the files start becoming boring, it’s cute to think about these women who often flirt and shamelessly throw themselves at you acting like this. it reminds you they acted so desperate before as many believed that you would kick them out if any of them showed interest in you, but the ladies now know better.

stretching your arms behind your back, a faint smile slowly made to your lips as you know today’s paperwork is coming to an end. it’s a challenge to stay sit down behind the desk and analyze every new law made by the council as the elections has taken place a few months ago. if you only could ask your personal advisers to finish the work so you could take an hour or two to rest, but that won’t be possible as it is necessary to have your signature at the papers.

a yawn came out of your mouth, calling the ladies’ attention towards their beloved one while you didn’t notice their watchful eyes, you did notice how tired you’ve become in seconds. and almost instantly, your body slowly fall into the desk and right there, you began dreaming about tomorrow’s work.

the little noises of snores made all the concubines step closer to check on your sleeping body.

some of them poked your cheeks to try to wake you up, but immediately failed when you just turned out to prevent them from doing so. others had the idea to bring a plate of your favorite meal so you could smell it and suddenly wake up to thank them, but you payed no mind for it. and the remaining ones just accept that you won’t wake up any time soon, so just they carried you back to your chambers to have a proper bed to sleep on.

seeing how your chest goes up and down with your soft breathing, the concubines couldn’t help themselves to just stay quiet to watch you sleeping form. it’s adorable how their great leader looks so precious in a defenseless position like this! all the things they could do with you right now are possible, but they aren’t animal, no. never in a million years would these lovely women use your body without your consent. so, the ladies just stay inside your chamber to admire you.

“should we get our love’s plushies to let them feel savior in their dream?” the daugther of a merchant asked.

“don’t be ridiculous, anne. do you think [name] would be happier if we show that we learn about their secret stock of plushies? I don’t think so.” the third daughter of a former general answered. “also, they can’t know we stole some of them.”

the others nodded, a little scared that you would discover of all the things they have stolen from you. would you learn how many of your undergarments just vanished? or would you question they found out about your recent discussions with the former emperor? every single of them loved hearing the old man scolding you for not having any heirs to the throne, even daring to ask you if you are sterile or just a coward.

while they got angry at the your father for speaking nuisances about your body, the women couldn’t be happier when hearing the words coming out of lips. ”i will h-have my f-first night soon! just let me choose someone, okay?” and that only made them more eager to stay around you. all the ladies made a pact to keep their newly found secret away from the man who are part of the harem, after all, they are already rivals and none of them need more people to complicate their plans.

that’s why the women of the harem have become more overprotective over you in recently days, not that you’ve noticed any change on their behavior. you are too busy working to make the nation better and to take care of the harem as a whole that you barely notice the immense change on their behavior.

“it’s been hours that [name] has fallen asleep! can we wake them up to spend some time with us? please.” a foreign princess was immediately stopped from touching your forehead, her hands quickly slapped away by a older woman.

and that woman is no other than a renowned actress who retired of her incredible care to become part of the harem, but still gaining enormous revenue from her previous works. “didn’t we said to let our love to rest? oh, wait. we have been talking about it for the past hour or so and you keep insisting on waking them up? you are dumb.” the woman’s words made the princess’ face go completely red as a tomato, then leading to a silent argument between the two of them. with everyone else to witness it.

the discussion continued for ten minutes until both stopped when noticing that you’ve wake up due to their constantly shifting in their voices. of course, both of their face became red of embarrassment while the rest of the concubines could only watch you yawning, probably thinking on what you would to the troublemakers.

“…how long i was sleeping?” even with your best attempts, you can’t keep an eye open to see how many women are inside your chamber.

“a-around seven hours, your majesty.” one of them answered. “are we disturbing your rest? if so, we can leave.”

“oh, don’t worry…” a yawn escape of your lips, interrupting your words. “…you, ladies, aren’t bothering me at all. i was just thinking if you guys would like to rest with me.”

did they hear correctly? are you really asking that or they are just imaging those words to make themselves calmer of this situation. but they knew this is real when you began patting the bed, asking them once again if they would like to sleep with you for the rest of the day and of course, all of them accept it.

it didn’t took much time to you fall asleep again, this time surrounded by many and many ladies over your immense bed who almost fought each other to gain the opportunity to lay next to you. the only reason a conflict didn’t broken out was because you began cuddling a pillow of yours, leading to the concubines crying to themselves while others took photos of this precious moment to use as an important blackmail material in the future or perhaps just to sell at a high price to the male concubines.

@moonit3 . don’t repost it, don’t modify it, don’t plagiarize, translate it without my permission.

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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Wolf pack X Gn!reader prompt

Reader can’t sleep so they decided to text (your preferred characters) that they aren’t tired.

It was only soon after sent as ‘seen’ and the reader is confused why, that was until they hear a knock on their window only to see them shirtless.

Reader opens the door and lets them in only to be pushed in bed and starts cuddling each other!

Reader then falls asleep beside them😌

We will be using Seth because he gives off major puppy vibes like he would be there in a heartbeat

↱ whenever, wherever, however ↰

➘ summary : Seth will always be there for his partner, no matter how faraway they maybe, where their at or who their with. If there’s a will then theirs a way

➘ Seth Clearwater x gender neutral reader

➘ a/n : remember guys, if he wanted to he would find a way

The room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of a phone screen. (Y/N) lay in bed, tossing and turning as sleep eluded them. The soft hum of the night surrounded them, and the digital clock on the bedside table blinked 1:23 AM.

With a sigh, (Y/N) reached for their phone, their fingers dancing across the screen as they opened a message to their boyfriend, Seth.

(Y/N): Hey, you up?

It didn't take long for a reply to come through, the notification casting a pale light across the room.

Seth: Yeah, I'm still awake. Why're you up?

(Y/N) hesitated, fingers hovering over the virtual keyboard before they started typing.

(Y/N): I can't seem to sleep. Just not tired, I guess.

(Y/N) stared at their phone for a moment after sending the text, a flicker of confusion crossing their features. Seth's usually swift responses were nowhere to be found, leaving them wondering if he had indeed fallen asleep.

Just as they were about to set their phone aside and attempt to get some rest, a soft but distinct tapping sound echoed in the quiet of the night. The noise was coming from their window. (Y/N)'s eyes widened, their heart pounding with surprise as they glanced towards the source of the sound.

Hesitating only for a moment, (Y/N) got up from their bed, their feet padding softly across the floor. Their curiosity piqued, they approached the window cautiously, pulling back the curtain to reveal the unexpected sight.

There, outside the window, stood Seth. His bare chest was illuminated by the moonlight, his breath visible in the crisp night air. His out-of-breath grin was infectious, and (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and amusement.

As their eyes met, Seth's grin widened, and he pressed his hand against the glass as if reaching out to them. "Let me in, babe. It's cold out here."

(Y/N)'s surprise gave way to a bemused smile as they quickly unlocked the window and pushed it open. The cool night air rushed in, but it was accompanied by the warmth of Seth's presence. "What on earth are you doing here?"

Seth climbed through the window, his movements slightly awkward due to his haste. Once he was inside, he stood up straight, his expression a mix of sheepishness and excitement. "Well, since you said you couldn't sleep, I thought I'd bring the company to you."

(Y/N)'s amusement grew, and they couldn't help but shake their head at his antics. "You couldn't just send another text?"

Seth chuckled, his eyes locking onto theirs with affection. "Where's the fun in that?"

With a soft laugh, (Y/N) closed the window behind Seth, the warmth of their room enveloping them both. "You're something else, you know that?"

Seth's grin remained as he stepped closer, his arms wrapping around (Y/N)'s waist. "Just doing my part to make sure you're not up alone."

As his warmth seeped into (Y/N), they leaned into his embrace, their forehead resting against his. "I appreciate it, Seth. It's nice to have you here."

Seth's gaze softened, his fingers gently lifting their chin. "I'll always be here for you, (Y/N). Even if it means showing up at your window in the middle of the night."

The tenderness in his words was undeniable, and (Y/N) felt a rush of gratitude for the unity they shared. With Seth by their side, even the sleepless nights seemed a little less daunting.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. The night was cold, but their connection was warm, reminding them that even in the darkness, unity and love had the power to light up their lives.

Seth's playful strength surprised (Y/N) as he gently pushed them both back onto the bed, their laughter filling the room. Their bodies relaxed into the mattress, the comfort of their shared space enveloping them.

As their laughter subsided, Seth's head lowered, coming to rest against (Y/N)'s. He looked at them with a mixture of fondness and concern. "You know, we should really try to get some sleep. Staying up too late can mess with your everyday routine."

(Y/N) couldn't help but chuckle at his earnestness, his concern endearing. "Oh, come on, Seth. One restless night won't harm me."

Seth's lips curved into a smile, and he let out a gentle sigh. "You're probably right, but I still don't want you to be tired. You know how important it is to take care of yourself."

(Y/N) met his gaze, their fingers reaching out to gently brush against his cheek. "I appreciate your concern, Seth. It's sweet.”

Seth's eyes held a warmth that mirrored the depth of his feelings. "I care about you, (Y/N). Your well-being matters to me."

The sincerity in his voice tugged at (Y/N)'s heartstrings, reminding them of the unity they shared and the depth of their connection. "I know, and I'm lucky to have you looking out for me."

Seth's fingers intertwined with theirs, their hands creating a bridge between them. "Just promise me that if you start feeling too tired, you'll take a break and rest."

(Y/N) leaned in, their foreheads touching once again as they smiled at each other. "Deal. I'll take care of myself."

Seth's smile widened, and he pressed a soft kiss to their forehead. "Good. Now, let's try to get some sleep, okay?"

With Seth's presence beside them, (Y/N) felt a sense of reassurance. As they closed their eyes, they could feel the weight of the night lifting, replaced by a soothing calm. The unity they shared wasn't just about being together; it was about caring for each other's well-being, understanding the importance of rest and rejuvenation.

In the darkness of the room, (Y/N) felt Seth's presence beside them, a reminder that they were never alone. The world outside might be quiet, but the unity they shared spoke volumes, promising that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

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reneezsq · 8 days

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haven

haven (noun.): a place of safety or refuge.

❛ !¡ pairing; neuvillette x gender neutral!reader.

❛ !¡ summary; through the hazy reminiscence of all that has been lost, the delicate affection consoled by the croon of the deceased one reappears, and it comes back like the billows swaying with the marine creatures.

❛ !¡ warnings; sagau, idk the genre tbh it’s sad but also cute at the end ?, not impostor!sagau but reader is not worldwide known as the creator.

❛ !¡ a/n; he smells like vanilla mixed with sea water, trust i’m hoyoverse.

He saw the coming and departing of many people. Immortal ones, who’s legacy has been lost with the time and that shall never come back. Mortal ones, who’s name has been passed down by their descendants, but the meaning has been lost through the myriad of different tales uttered in hopes of honoring them. Amongst them, he lost some people dear to his heart.

Many he does not even remember the color of their eyes, a laughter that he will never hear again, and that will be lost when the time will come to let them go of his mind. Some others have left a more prominent mark on his heart. His sorrows embraced by the waters themselves, and anyone that would dwell too deep would see just how much his only wish is to have one last word. For one, he never got to say goodbye, as she never really knew herself she would have done what has been done. She simply wished to appease the hearts. And for him, a companion that had stood by his and her side, a companion whose last question echo in his mind. He never really got an answer himself.

And with those, he can still feel the soft brushing of his hair. A hand soft and rough at the same time, laced with scars from the countless cuts that have been done to the world they had created, embedding it with love only to be destroyed little by little. He should have seen it coming — their departure, that is what he is talking about, — he should have prevented it. But how ?

How ? How could he have done such a thing when at the mere mention of their children dying at each other’s weapons, they shed tears. Painting those cheeks that tasted like summer with the pain of a parent. They were never really mad at anyone and anything, they had just lost the understanding and knowledge of what could be done by those they had created. They were a bit too candid on that field, believing that the golden age would remain as long as the grass was green, as long as the rivers were blue. It was all a lie, because even the gods of this world painted this beautiful dream with the red of their own veins.

And he was there. He cannot remember it all, if anything, the fact he is aware of the existence of such a moment is like having found a needle in a haystack. Because it is his past life that drowned in such warmth, not him. But he can still feel those moments, when the world hasn’t hurt them yet, when they were still his.

He found his own hair a nuisance at times, and every complaint on his end was shushed with a fugitive kiss that felt like the blooming of a flower in the heat of the spring. They would beckon him closer, and he would indulge this small trivial matter. A Sovereign and his Creator, basking in the golden hues of the dawn with the scent of rosemary and the fleeting protection of an everlasting love, like a flame that would never be extinguished. Even if a storm would have come, he knew back then that they would hold his hand and drown his worries in the deepest abyss he couldn’t even imagine.

And then, he would always feel it. Nails scratching his scalp with the tenderness of the moon kissing the sun. Those moments were as rare as an eclipse, they had duties and he did too, and when they found the time to love each other like they should, the next day would start, and with the fluttering of an eyelash, they would be gone with only a flower left for him to kiss. And they would come back when it wilted to love him a bit more, only to disappear another time, leaving him to love them a bit more as he waited. But, it was never the time to think of when they would leave, he preferred humming alongside them with the delusion that they would never abandon him.

He would always grumble when they teasingly stopped, letting him to plead for a bit more. And their arms would wrap around his neck, and he would grab their waist as he let his lips against this skin as soft and delicate as the clouds to convince them to show him again how much he meant in their eyes. And then, he would vibrate with sheer excitement and happiness at the pristine sound of their laughter. Like a siren trying to lure the captain in. Gladly, let him perish if he gets to hear that one more time.

During the days when they were a bit more weak, trembling hands attempting to braid his hair. They never admitted any weakness, but he could feel it all around him, and he could see it all around him. The birds were as quiet as a fish, as if daring to make them flared with a song too morose to make the atmosphere romancing enough. And when they would stop, to hug him and grab his hand tight, he knew that this crack on their skin was not an illusion. He had seen it in other immortal ones before they passed away, and he knew that it was hurting them. Even the almighty lacks the strength to duel the erosion. There was no point in fighting a lost fight.

Their last time, he knew it. He had guessed it was the last. Their eyes could not match the sun anymore, and it felt like the misery of the world was falling over him in an instant. Perhaps, he was the losing one from the start as he carried them all around Fontaine with the hopeless delusion that they would hold him a bit tighter, just this time. Strangle him to death, if they wish, he would indulge in any kind of destruction of himself if it meant they would remain in this world. Because Teyvat isn’t without the one that made it be. He isn’t without the one that loved him.

When they tightened their embrace, he felt no joy swirling in his heart. And his steps stopped dead as if he had become a tree whose roots were clinging to the ground deep below. It started raining. He never really felt the drops all over his skin and clothes, but he knows it by the last words they ever said to him.

“Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t cry.”

That day, a part of him died too. They were freezing when he carried them to the streams, wishing that at least they could depart somewhere only the two of them knew. In his own fantasies, they were sleeping just a bit more deeply than usual, and he abandoned his jacket by their side to warm them up a bit. The last flowers they had given him were fully dead now, and it was his turn to have them some flowers. That way, they will know he loved them with all he had.

“Monsieur, is it all alright with you ?” His eyes met those of a small Melusine, standing proudly in front of him in her little uniform. He nodded and she knew he was lying, he only walked away after caressing her head, and she was left staring at the soaked scenery outside of the windows of his office. If only she knew how to console him, she had tried it all and he never gave any good answer. All that calmed him was playing with his hair in a certain way. Her and her sisters had to play with his hair, scratching his scalp, then stop to have him teasingly tickle them to continue. It was specific, perhaps he had gotten this habit from somebody else ?

His steps brought him to the shore, watching in the distance a scenery impregnated in his mind for a bit too long. He watched the waves come and go here for about the entirety of his existence, and the little marine creatures living there were no strangers to his company. They knew how well he enjoyed watching them give him some small shells that he would give back like a small funny game.

But this is when he heard it, the faint sound of shoes hitting against the sand a bit far away from everyone and everything. His instincts made him follow the noise like it was pulling him in, and he saw in the distance a figure basking in all the glory of the rain coming from above. They did not seem to mind it and were collecting some things on the beach like a child being given the authorization to do so by their parents a bit too used to this love of the water and all that came with it.

And he stopped a few feet away from this stranger, their eyes met his, and he could recognize the sorrows and happiness and pain and love he knew all those years ago. And he could have sworn that he was not in a dream. He wished that he was not in a dream, that this was a reality that was his and that he had found the one that he had lost, the one that had been his, the one that was his and that would remain as such for some more years. And with no sound, they smiled up at him, and the sun basked them in all the glory that was theirs.

Is this the meaning of coming back home after the storm ?

TAGGING:: @amxto; @dxmoness

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alex-journal · 1 year

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Don’t get sunburned

Summary: Zoro found y/n taking a nap and is worried they get a sunburn. But the Swordsman is a knight in sweaty armor and gets a love confession as a thank-you. (Ignoring canon time / timeline and how canon time works) y/n Pronouns: they/them

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It was a bright and sunny day, the ocean calm and the wind filled the sail to move the Thousand Sunny to bring the Straw Hat Pirates to their next destination. The Straw Hat Pirates were enjoying their time on deck. They were either playing some games, did their job like cooking for the Crew, or repairing something, or they're lounging in the sun. Zoro was busy training as usual, but his thoughts kept drifting to a certain member of the crew - y/n.

y/n was a newer member of the Straw Hats, having joined them only a few months ago. They were an enthusiastic member, always eager to learn and help in any way they could, and they were a good addition to the crew dynamic. Zoro had noticed y/n's hard work and had taken a liking to them, but he hadn't mustered up the courage to tell them just how much he cared for them. He was more the type of person that showed how he felt trough actions as with words. Small gestures that showed his friends how much he cared for them, but showing someone you care for them more as just friends was different - more difficult.

As Zoro was training, he noticed that y/n had fallen asleep on the deck in the bright sun. He frowned worriedly, not wanting y/n to get a sunburn. Without a second thought, Zoro put down his weights and scooped y/n up into his strong arms, on his way, carrying them to a shady spot on the deck. The one Zoro usually laid for his naps after his training.

y/n, still asleep, cuddled up against Zoro’s warm chest, mumbled something that made Zoro's heart skip a beat. "Lve you," they whispered softly in their sleep. The swordsman blushed deeply, not quite sure if y/n had meant to say that out loud or if it was just a dream. Were they dreaming about someone else, or did they really mean to say it to Zoro? If y/n were awake, they would have heard Zoro’s heard skipping a beat, but luckily no one besides him knew and Robin had only noticed the deep red on the swordsman’s face, but didn’t say anything. Zoro had stopped, looking down at y/n, still sleeping with a soft smile on their face.

But at that moment, Zoro knew that he couldn't keep his feelings to himself any longer. Without a second thought, he gently kissed y/n's forehead, waking them up with a tired and surprised expression on their face.

"Hey," he said cheekily. "You're not supposed to fall asleep in the sun, you know that. Sunburn aren’t fun, and I don’t want you to get hurt."

y/n laughed, feeling a rush of affection for the swordsman. "Thanks for looking out for me," they said, smiling. “Is that the reason, why you are pretend to be an umbrella and hold me like a Nobel?” “I can put you back down if you like, your highness”, Zoro said, clearly without the intention to put y/n down. “NO!” and to prove that they didn’t want to leave Zoro’s strong arms, y/n put their arms around Zoro and pressed themselves against his naked, warm and sweaty chest. “You are, from now on, my favorite umbrella~” said y/n teasingly, before yawning. “I know you are not finished with your training, but… would you like to join me for a nap?” Zoro laughed and carried y/n to his nap-spot and sad down, with y/n still in his arms.

“I take that as a yes” y/n mumbles amused, their cheek against the swordsmen’s chest. “Sleep well, y/n.” “You two, Zoro. Love u” “Love you too y/n…”

Zoro's heart skipped a beat once again, but this time, it was with happiness and a little bit of pride. He had finally found the courage to express his feelings, and it seems like it paid off in the best possible way. The two of them sat in the shade for the rest of the day, sleeping, and later talking and laughing together, happy to be in each other's company.

They were now inseparable, looking out for each other, with their love only growing stronger as they continued their adventures together.

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theunkn0wn-0 · 1 month

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The Gift of Immortality DRAGON BALL STORY: Insert Reader

GENDER-NEUTRAL READER × DRAGON BALL CHARACTERS

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WARNINGS: Mentions of SWEARING!!!

002 |Betrayals Reawakening

❝The past is just the past. There's no inherent value in getting over it or catching up to it.❞

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"Damn it, shit—I'm cutting it close," I muttered to myself, my heart pounding in sync with each stride. The pavement blurred beneath my feet, racing toward the tournament grounds. As I drew closer, the air crackled with the distant sounds of fireworks, their colorful explosions painting the sky above into a canvas of vibrant hues against the azure backdrop.

Slowing my pace as I arrived, I paused to take in the scene before me. Laughter mingled with the hiss of rockets, the joyful cries of children adding to the festive atmosphere. Amidst the sea of faces, fighters and spectators intermingled, their voices weaving a tapestry of excitement.

For a moment, I allowed myself to bask in the serenity of the moment, a rare breather from the chaos of my thoughts. But just as quickly, a sharp voice shattered the tranquility, jolting me back to reality, my muscles tensing.

"The preliminary round is about to commence. All contestants, please proceed to the fighting arena immediately."

Just in time.

Stepping inside, the din of conversation and exertion enveloped me. I scanned the room, taking note of the diverse array of fighters, each with their unique presence. Some engaged in rigorous warm-ups, while others exchanged banter with fellow competitors. I kept my head low, pulling my hood tighter to shield my face from prying eyes, and focused on the plan I had set.

The plan was simple yet layered with complexities. I had taken precautions, preparing a disguise to veil my identity in obscurity against those who might recognize me. I assumed the tournament would be recorded on live camera.

First, to obscure my identity, ensuring that neither the government nor remnants of BioThera could trace me here.

Second, to strategically bow out if I found myself advancing to the final rounds, avoiding the spotlight that winning would only draw unwanted attention, being on social media, whereas losing would allow me to slip away unnoticed, a mere footnote in the tournament's history.

Third, in the aftermath, I would return to my base and hide, allowing time to blur the memory of my presence here. No autographs, no accolades, just a silent retreat back into the shadows. It was simple; however, not so simple when it came for me to reclaim a sense of my pride back, how to enjoy a tournament.

A yearning to rediscover the joy of combat, stripped of the primal instincts that had driven me for so long. I craved the thrill of battle, the rush of adrenaline untainted by fear or survival.

Those shit loads of hunters.

With each step, I pushed back the memories that threatened to engulf me, focusing instead on the rhythm of my breath and the steady beat of my heart. I would fight, not out of necessity, but out of choice. Though the instinct to survive still whispered in the recesses of my mind, I vowed to temper it with restraint.

To fight not with the intent to maim or kill but to reclaim a sense of happiness long forgotten. Memories of Jiro, my lost love and companion, stirred within me, a reminder of the joy we once shared in the heat of battle.

Just like in the old days I have fought. Even just a speck of that feeling is enough for me to be satisfied.

As I took a step forward, my gut twisted in knots, a leaden weight settling upon my chest, constricting my breath, halting my movements like an invisible forcefield. A strange energy, dense and palpable, suffocating me with its intensity. It was an energy beyond mere human capabilities, tinged with an unsettling familiarity that sent chills down my spine.

What sort of energy is this?

The powerful energy permeated the air around me, tinged with a hint of danger that pricked my senses, setting them on edge. Frozen in place, I struggled to comprehend the source of this ominous presence. My heart is hammering against my ribs like a caged beast, beads of sweat forming on my brow, a lump lodging itself in my throat.

With each passing moment, I felt compelled to reduce my own ki as if instinctively seeking refuge from whatever was behind me. But anxiety held me rooted to the spot.

Move, damn it! Move!

My mind screamed, urging me to break free from the paralysis that gripped me. A chill swept down my spine, sensing being watched, boring into the back of my skull. Summoning every ounce of willpower, I forced myself to turn, casting a wary glance over my shoulder. Among the crowd of contenders, one figure stood out in the crowd, like a sore thumb.

Tall and imposing, with skin the color of emerald adorned with patches of light pink and delicate black lines going across them on his arms. His attire was wearing a white turban with a dark purplish-blue Gi, and a white cape that billowed behind him. He had pointy orange shoes and a red Obi belt.

My eyes scanned his solid facial structure, pronounced cheekbones, a rounder chin, and a straight nose, noticing his long, pointy, green ears. But it was his gaze, those piercing black eyes that bore into mine with unsettling intensity, that stirred a long-buried memory within me.

He seems... familiar.

Memories of a bygone era flooded my mind, accompanied by the chilling echo of a voice that was all too familiar.

|My weapon must be strong, and able to take a fatal hit and walk it off as if it were nothing. If you ever disobey me or allow any of my plans to fail...you will experience a fate worse than any death you have ever encountered. You will wish you were never immortal.|

King Piccolo's words reverberated through my consciousness, and with dawning horror, I realized the truth of the being that stood before me. A surge of panic threatened to overwhelm me as I grappled with the reality of facing the demon.

King Piccolo?

But before I could succumb to the suffocating fear, a booming announcement jolted me back to the present. "Attention, participants! Sorry to keep you waiting, but we will now begin the preliminary round. Please gather around the center of the room."

With a sharp intake of breath, I tore my gaze away from the demon king, a facade of composure masking the emotions and feelings raging within. As the crowd of fighters converged at the center of the room, I would follow suit, my senses alert to every movement and chatter around me. An elderly man took his place on a raised platform, his voice resonating through the air with a clarity that belied his age.

"I thank you all for your support of the martial arts society," he began, his words a prelude to the imminent competition. My attention wavered, thoughts swirling like a storm in my mind, drowning out the elder's speech. My thoughts were consumed by the unexpected presence of King Piccolo, questions swirled within me, each one a dagger of uncertainty.

He looks so different, fairly younger, and short from his immense height when I last saw him, but that doesn't matter. How had he escaped his prison? Did some idiot free him? And why, of all places, did he come here? Has he come for me? For revenge for my betrayal?

The thought gnawed at me, festering in the depths of my mind. Yet, even as I pondered his motives, a deeper fear took root. One question loomed: Did he recognize me even with my disguise?

The very idea sent a jolt of fear coursing through my veins, my heart pounding in rhythm with my rising anxiety. In the chaos of my thoughts, I felt his gaze upon me, an unseen weight that threatened to crush me beneath its scrutiny.

Calm down, [First Name]. Calm down, think about this.

I reminded myself, forcing a facade of calm, but beneath the veneer of control, a squall raged, a maelstrom of fear and panic soon enough with anger and frustration. A combustible concoction of emotions threatening to spill over.

I could end this now.

I entertained the notion of striking him down then and there, but reason prevailed, and the risks in hand. I would reveal myself and cause collateral damage, inviting unwanted attention, such as the government or authorities.

So, I bided my time, keeping my ki level low in a desperate bid to evade detection. As I grappled with my options, a sense of resignation settled over me. Escape seemed tempting, but the specter of King Piccolo's wrath was a grim reminder of the consequences.

If I left, there was a possibility he would kill everyone here. This only added to more guilt than I already had and toiled my emotional state.

I am in a fucked up situation here.

My plan, once so simple, now lay in ruins at my feet as the weight of my predicament bore down upon me; I could only curse the cruel irony of fate, mocking me at every turn, not getting my aspirations.

"It is time for the lottery! Participants will be paired. According to the numbers drawn!"

A hush fell over the crowd, broken only by the shuffling of feet as a man stepped forward, clutching a small box, his movements deliberate as he made his way toward us. As the participants formed a line, I joined them, I cursed under my breath, my fists clenched in frustration.

What the hell am I supposed to do now? How long has he been out there? Has he been training? He could be stronger, and smarter, and I'm just walking into this blind!

I got to the front of the line, and my hand reached into the box, fingers trembling as I fumbled for a card. With bated breath, I withdrew the slip of paper, my heart pounding in my chest. I unfolded the paper, revealing the number sixty-two.

Eyes scanning the board, I located my spot in Block Four of the second half; my gaze lingered, wondering what King Piccolo's number would be. I could almost feel his eyes on me, a silent threat hanging in the air.

Would he recognize me? Or is he suspicious of me? Maybe he already knows it's me. Is that why I can feel him staring at me?

The announcer's voice pierced the silence once more, announcing the commencement of the preliminaries. I exhaled a quiet sigh, deciding to bide my time; I settled into the sidelines, eyes flickering across the arena, content to watch the battles unfold before my turn arrived.

Observing the podium, my gaze fell upon the two contenders standing tall. One, a towering figure with a rich, dark complexion, exuded strength and determination. While the other, with a lighter, pale skin tone, well-built physique, and spiky black hair, emanated an aura of focused tranquility.

A hush fell over the arena as they exchanged words along with a bow, a customary gesture of respect. With a call from the referee, the duel commenced. The first fighter assumed his stance; the other remained motionless.

It was then that I noticed it, a subtle yet undeniable aura emanating from the second combatant. A palpable sense of power, tempered by an eerie calmness. Curiosity gripped me as I watched, my mind spinning with possibilities.

Maybe... maybe I can find someone to defeat King Piccolo?

Before I could delve deeper into the notion, a sudden flurry of action shattered the stillness. The second contestant, swift as a phantom, caught his adversary off guard. Panic gripped the first fighter, his frantic search for his unseen assailant ending in a devastating blow that sent him crashing to the ground, consciousness slipping away.

"Number One has fainted... Number Two is the winner!"

The crowd erupted into a chorus of cheers and murmurs, their excitement mirroring my astonishment at the victor's prowess. His speed was unparalleled, defying human limits, leaving me awestruck, and igniting a glimmer of hope within me. My eyes flitted to the tournament board. Only eight would advance to the next stage, and among them, perhaps lay the key to my salvation.

I resolved to scrutinize each contender, searching for the one whose strength and skill might rival that of King Piccolo. It was a gamble, a desperate bid to get out of my situation. But as the cheers of the crowd washed over me, I dared to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, I could get what I wanted.

Just a way out.

Time seemed to blur as I faced one opponent after another, each presenting a unique challenge. They tested my restraint as I held back my strength. I found myself momentarily immersed in the thrill of battle, only to be abruptly reminded of King Piccolo's looming presence.

I sensed his gaze upon me, analyzing my every move, probing for weaknesses. And in turn, I found myself studying him, gauging the depth of his power and the extent of his skills. He was still brutal as ever.

As the rounds progressed, the arena thinned, each defeat marking the departure of yet another competitor. With a call from the referee, it was my turn to take the stage once more. The final bout to determine who would ascend to the ranks of the top eight fighters.

"Number Fifty-nine and Sixty-two, step forward!"

With measured steps, I approached the center of the arena, locking eyes with my opponent. It was a light-skinned woman, she was a vision of strength and grace, her slender frame exuding an air of confidence.

Her long black hair flowed behind her, tied in a neat ponytail, framing her striking features. Clad in a vibrant blue cheongsam, she stood poised and ready, her black eyes focused and unwavering.

As the referee signaled the start of the match, I lunged forward, fists clenched in anticipation. My strikes met with swift blocks and dodge, her movements fluid and calculated. But I was determined, pressing on with a relentless barrage of attacks.

With an estimated maneuver, I aimed a sidekick at her abdomen, eliciting a sharp grunt of pain. As I followed up with a roundhouse kick, she caught my leg, refusing to yield an inch.

Thinking on my feet, I shifted my weight, wrapping my other leg around her neck. With a twist of my body, I sent us both hurtling towards the edge of the ring. Gravity became my ally as we tumbled, my hands finding purchase on the arena floor just as I executed a perfect flip, using my momentum to launch her out of bounds.

As she crashed to the ground outside the ring, I landed gracefully on my hands and knees, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

As the referee's booming voice echoed through the arena, announcing my victory, a chorus of cheers erupted from the remaining fighters. I made my way down from the podium and I approached the woman I had just faced, rubbing her head with a grimace.

She could have cracked her skull, and even worse, she would have snapped her neck if she landed wrong.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry if I caused any damage to you," I offered, my words laced with genuine concern. The possibility of killing someone in this tournament if I didn't fix my survival instincts weighed heavily on my mind. The woman, still rubbing her head, waved off my concern with a dismissive gesture, though I could sense her frustration lingering beneath the surface.

"No–No, it's okay. I'm fine, uh..."

She muttered, her tone a mixture of annoyance and pain. I watched as she stormed away, her clenched fists betraying her frustration. Her abrupt departure left me standing there, grappling with the aftermath of the match.

At least she's not dead.

"You're still the same human as before," a deep voice interrupted my thoughts, drawing my attention to King Piccolo himself. His voice was laden with authority and a hint of amusement.

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice, a reminder of a past I had long tried to forget. Ignoring the weight of his words, I maintained a facade of indifference, refusing to acknowledge the connection between us. I was silent, but his words cut through the air like a knife.

"Your kindness will be your downfall in the future, [First Name]," he warned, his tone dripping with disdain. The mention of my name sent a jolt of fear coursing through me.

He knew it was me, that bastard. Fuck, why did I believe that he couldn't recognize me with my disguise. He's smart enough to figure it out.

"And your arrogance led to your downfall when I joined you," I retorted, my voice steady despite the emotions raging within me, but his next words caught me off guard.

"I still haven't forgotten about what you did to my father," he declared, his tone tinged with bitterness. The revelation left me speechless, my mind racing to piece together the dilemma.

"Father...?" I murmured, but before I could press further, a new voice echoed through the arena, drawing our attention to the next round of fighters. As King Piccolo retreated towards the arena entrance, leaving me to grapple with the revelation.

Did King Piccolo have a child?! When—how?— who?—what?

With a sense of unease gnawing at my gut, I followed the small group toward the entrance, keeping a wary eye on King Piccolo—or perhaps, his son. I joined the group of quarter-finalists, and I couldn't shake the nagging sense of dread that gnawed at my insides.

My gaze settled on the announcer, a striking figure with blonde hair, a distinguished mustache, and sunglasses perched atop his nose. His attire, a sharp navy-blue/black business suit wearing a pink shirt and a vibrant red necktie, he cleared his throat, adjusting his shades.

"Once again, we shall draw lots to determine the pairings for the next round," his voice reverberated through the auditorium, crisp and definitive. "Only two participants per match, no more. And a friendly reminder: check your costumes before entering the ring."

The mention of attire struck a nerve within me, a silent irritation at the thought of the notion of King Piccolo's presence being reduced to a mere costume rankled me, though I kept my emotions veiled.

How oblivious can people be? Unless this tournament had some peculiar individuals who wore costumes as normal.

I pondered silently as the blonde announcer produced a modest brown box, urging us to draw our lots. I lingered until the end of the line, drawing my lot to reveal the number.

"Four," I muttered under my breath, taking note of the number etched on the card before the names were jotted down. Scanning the roster for the upcoming quarterfinals, my curiosity was piqued by the peculiar matchups.

Match 1: Mercenary Tao vs. Tien Match 2: Goku vs. Anonymous (a name I had chosen to conceal my identity) Match 3: Junior vs. Krillin Match 4: Hero vs. Yamcha.

My brow furrowed as I read the name 'Junior.' "Pardon me, but who is Junior?" queried a bald man, his confusion mirroring my own. The announcer's gesture toward King Piccolo's son revealed the depth of his ignorance, igniting a spark of empathy within me for those who remained oblivious to the true nature of this formidable being.

But who names themselves Junior? What? Did King Piccolo not care? Of course, he doesn't care; that's how he is. Why am I even acting surprised?

"Then whose Anonymous?"

The voice, a melodic blend of curiosity and youth, cut through the air. I turned my gaze towards the speaker, a competitor from the first round of Block One.

He stood tall and imposing, his skin aglow with a sun-kissed hue that seemed to dance in the shafts of sunlight filtering through the entrance and with spiky black hair framing his features.

He was Goku, my next opponent for the Second Match of the tournament.

"They would be the one named Anonymous," the announcer's words echoed through the hall, drawing attention to my masked figure. I felt the weight of the man's gaze upon me, his black eyes alight with a spark of excitement, perhaps virtue. A pang of unease rippled through me, urging me to avert my eyes, to shield myself from his scrutiny.

As the anticipation built for the commencement of the first match, the other competitors filtered out to the arena. Yet, Junior, King Piccolo's son, remained behind. I could sense his gaze burning into my back, a silent threat creeping under the surface of my composed facade.

Beneath the exterior of my composure, anxiety, and irritation simmered a volatile blend of fear and anger. Fear that this monstrous legacy had found its way here, but his son I did not know King Piccolo had. Anger at myself for daring to hope, for venturing out of hiding only to be stuck in a situation, and faith mocking me.

Why do I always have false hope?

The bitter taste of disappointment lingered on my tongue, a harsh reminder of the folly of false hope. In the tense silence that hung between us, my heart hammered against my ribs, with each beat echoing the uncertainty of what comes next.

I braced myself, waiting for an attack, for a confrontation, but none came. Every nerve screamed for escape, for release from the suffocating grip of fear. But as seconds stretched into eternity, Junior remained motionless, a silent sentinel watching from the sidelines.

Will there be anyone to actually end him without doing it myself?

Risk of getting attention from authorities, alerting the government? Or letting my hands dribble by the blood of innocents that he may kill, knowing I could have stopped him?

But I was simply a selfish and cold-hearted person, just wanting to survive.

Or was I?

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therosevines · 29 days

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- echo

pairing: gn! reader x fem! oc

synop: you'll never really forget someone

wc: 223

dividers: @cafekitsune again !!

cw: angst , very hopeless romantic core , gn! reader

it's difficult to forget someone you once knew.

you see her everywhere, it's as if she never left, although you all wish that were the case.

you wake up in your bed, on the sheets you both used to share. staying in bed, cuddling from dusk to dawn on a slow day after shutting off the alarm you were too lazy to turn off the previous day.

you extract yourself from bed and trudge to the bathroom. you stare at glass by the sink, a toothbrush missing in it. while washing your face, you spill some water on the empty counter, where makeup bottles and brushes used to sit, lined up neatly every morning to be used the next.

you step out into the kitchen, the space appearing slightly dimmer than your memory recalls. opening the fridge, expecting to see an already prepared tupperware for lunch, but naturally, it's not there.

you place last night's leftovers on a pan, over a stove where you both used to playfully flick whipped cream at each other and sneak strawberries meant for the strawberry tarts on your 3rd anniversary.

you grab a plate and settle yourself on the couch, where you both spent countless nights cuddling with midnight TV dinners and watching movies.

it's vacant, nearly echoing, a mere echo of the place it once was.

#angst #gn reader #gender neutral reader #x female #x gender neutral y/n #gn y/n #self insert #heartbreak #wlw angst #gn reader x fem #x fem oc #rosewine works🍷

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poisonousroxstar · 2 years

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Imagine:

Making Tanjiro Kamado your personal plaything.

(Title: "Love Is Blind")

Plot summary: you are something... Not from this world. A being of love, and of hate. He cannot resist your charm, and eventually he doesn't want to. He is your plaything now. Always and forever. (Romantic).

This Contains: drug-like themes (giving). Forced feelings of love (giving). Mental and emotional manipulation (giving). Murder (giving). Capture (giving). Worship (receiving).

Note: Meant to be bigger, but never got around finishing it+ I still haven't finished demon slayer, only watched a bit of it. Found in the old drafts! Seeing how finished Tanjiro's part was, I figured I'd post it! Maybe I'll make moooore if I ever finish demon slayer on Netflix ;D. Anyways, enjoy this while I try and finish some request stuff. Heavily inspired by the works of @koinotame and @minkmousesworld annnnnd just, me wanting to write an Aphrodite-like, Dom S/O-

There was something.... Alarming about you. Something otherworldly.

It was your beauty, your divine appearance.

You captivated the masses, making man and woman alike victims to your appeal. Hundreds of people would come just to have a mere glance at your visage, and each one would fall madly in love soon after.

But it wasn't all just skin-deep. Your personality was just as radiant.

Kind, affectionate, and completely irresistible. If people didn't fall for you at just a simple look, then a single conversation would have them all wrapped under your finger.

Of course, there was an ugly side to you. Everyone is flawed, even you. But they could be excused. So what if you're outrageously jealous when others challenge your glamour or take away the attention? So what if you're incredibly spiteful to the point you would have your worshippers beat, whip, and burn whoever did offend you? So what if you can be murderously insecure? Doesn't everyone have their moments? Their bad days? Of course they do, it's human. They all forgive you in one way or another.

They worship the ground you walk on. Though, you don't allow your feet to be tainted by the earth often. Instead, you are carried in a palanquin fit only for an emperor. Your word is law, your action is their command. You truly are an anomaly, especially when so little is known about you. They do not know where you've come from. They do not know why you seem so displaced and above them. They do not know how you can perform unearthly miracles with a simple flick of your wrist. And they do not care to ask, for they are happily content so long as they can worship you. So long as they can love you.

So imagine the despair you caused when you finally took someone as your personal plaything. Someone that was not any of them. But who are they to oppose your choice? And who is your beloved to oppose you either? They won't allow them to change their mind.

Not like you'll allow him to anyway.

He doesn't seem to remember anything from his past. It's all.... Fuzzy and blurred.

But he remembers when he first met you, how could he ever forget it? Your appearance may of caught his eye, but it was your kindness that really captured his heart.

You were so sweet to him, so kind and gentle, how couldn't he fall so deeply in love with you? Sure, it may of been a little alarming how quickly he got attached to you, but that just proves how amazing you are!

Likes to take care of you, though he can't really do much that hasn't already been done by your line of endless worshippers.

But he still tries, doing other things for you instead. He's so cute when he brings you something to eat in the morning, or when he cleans around your room (seeing that that's the only place your followers can't enter). Acts of service is his greatest love language. He wants to do everything for you, make you comfortable and content like you've made him. He's so cute, isn't he?

He also tries to help the community, helping them out in any way he can. This gets him some favour among your people, which after awhile turns into acceptance. They now welcome him with open arms.

Tanjiro tries to steer you away when he notices the thick air of jealousy forming around you whenever someone touches him in a way you don't like, or says things in a tone a bit too suggestive for your liking. He knows how you get, how quickly you are to anger, and he does an amazing job at calming you down; feeding you attention and reassurance that he is never going anywhere. That he loves you, and only you.

He does get a little jealous from time to time too, seeing so many people touching you and everything. It triggers something in him, something that wants him to isolate the both of you, somewhere far away where only you two exist; where you both can start your lives together, raise some children together, have a beautiful family far away from these people.

Like in the mountains.

But that's just an instinct for... Some reason.

D-don't misunderstand! He's in awe with how progressive, thriving and safe your village is! He just.... Wants to be able to provide for you himself. Alone. Together.

He's also very amazed whenever you perform a 'miracle', conjuring long fields of fruits and vegetables for your people to devour, and animals for them to butcher. He asks you questions about it, how on earth can you do these sorts of things! But, you only giggle and pinch his cheek, leaving him flustered and red in the face.

He really likes the times where you two can just be at peace with one another, happily relaxing in each others' arms and mindlessly asking questions to each other (though it's mostly him who gets questioned). You two can simply be by yourselves here, enjoying a warm meal he made and each others' presence. It's so domestic, and it leaves him in bliss.

There are days where he.... Wonders. About his past. He knows he should remember things, but he just.... Can't... Familiar places, familiar faces, familiar smells all bring nothing back for him. He can't remember from before he met you.

You won't let him

He has.... Glimpses, sometimes, where he manages to recall faint remnants of something. Or in this case today, someone. Someone who.... He swears he remembers.

He.... He had a sword right? Yes, a sword....why does he have a sword? What purpose would he need a sword for? He doesn't think he was a samurai... But that sword meant something... And the uniform! They signified something, didn't they?

..he was a demon slayer.. he was a demon slayer! Yes, he remembers that! He trained to become a demon slayer, to protect others from being hunted down by demons! But there was also another reason he can't recall

Images flash in his head, blurry and hardly possible to decipher. There are blanks and gaps in between them, but something nostalgic and melancholic clings to them, and he can hear a faint, feminine voice..

He had a sister, right?....yes, a sister... What was her name..? He... He can't remember. He can't remember what his sister's name is. He can't remember what she looks like. But he remembers that he has to protect her. That he has to cure her. Yes.... Yes, he remembers..

He remembers!

He remembers...

And he tries to escape. But something is stopping him. Something inside of him.... It doesn't want him to leave this place. It doesn't want him to leave this room.

It doesn't want him to leave you.

Every step he gets closer to that door, a little piece of his heart begins to break. By the time he's halfway through the room, he's crying, and his body is shaking, and it's getting harder to keep moving forward.

He's betraying you, he shouldn't be doing this... after everything you've given him... B-but his sister... She needs him. He has to do this. He has to get to her. He has to go!

No, he doesn't.

He's collapsed just at the entrance, sobbing and breathing uncontrollably. His whole body is shaking by now, and he feels so awful and horrible.

When you've returned, Tanjiro is hyperventilating, fat orbs of tears rolling down his face. It makes you pity him almost, even when he was just about to leave you behind.

What a lovesick puppy..

And what is a better cure for heartbreak, then love? You kneel down to his level, scoop his handsome face in your hands, and gently rub your cheek into his; leaving little kisses and hums along his trembling skin.

He grips onto your clothing, a small piece of himself telling him to throw you on the ground and get away, that something with you isn't right, but the rest is begging him to hold onto you, cling to you; engulf you in his arms as he weeps uncontrollably.

He's trying to say something, though it's hard to understand, but you can definitely hear a few 'i'm sorry's from his incoherent rambling. Ugh, it hurts to see him like this.

But you suppose he deserves this, trying to run away and everything. His heart is too big for his own good, and now it's cracked in multiple ways. He should be thankful for your attachment to him, for your mercy, because many before weren't often so lucky.

Afterwards, you begin to melt his mind further. Being around you is similar to a drug, you're something that makes Tanjiro feel happy and content with his new life here. Overtime, his mind slips, and day by day he is forgetting everything of his life.

His life as a demon slayer? What do you mean? Why would he be a demon slayer? This village is perfectly safe. His sister? You must be mistaken, he doesn't have a sister. His friends? Well, they're all here, silly! His family? He already has a family, with his beloved Y/N.

When all is said and done, Tanjiro is rendered the perfect husband. He maintains his kindness, his hardworking nature, his compassion and his friendliness. But now he is so much more loving, and submissive, and doting towards you. As he should, for you are his spouse now. And both of you couldn't be happier, you're sure.

And if his little sister and friends were to ever appear? To try and take your puppy away? Well, your devotees will take care of them swiftly. They trained themselves to be your unstoppable armies.

And if they fail. You can always intervene... And nobody in this world wants that.

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emmyrosee · 17 days

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anon sent me an ask about toddler yuuji putting flowers in readers hair and reader putting one in Sukuna’s hair and of COURSE MY ASS DELETED IT- so here it is in a not so pretty format ☹️🫶🏻

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Tiny legs toddle over to sukuna, only to bypass him completely and waddle to you, a dandelion clenched in his fist. The yellow flower looks brighter in the sunlight, but not as bright as your smile when yuuji nudges the flower at you proudly. “For me?” You coo, and he nods victoriously.

“Head!” He says, patting your head gently with his free hand. You give him a hum of understanding, bowing down so the small boy can plant the weed in himself; he does so, happily, and Sukuna’s heart squeezes at the sight.

There’s a contrast of the yellow that now nests in your tresses versus the hues in your hair, and when you turn to smile at him, Sukuna’s own lips curl into a small smirk. He’d never tell you, but the fact his favorite little twerp has taken more than a liking to you means the world to him, and he adores watching you both interact as smoothly as you do.

He sees the love in Yuuji’s eyes. He’s almost positive it’s the same love he looks at you with.

When the small child comes back over to give you another flower, you capture it in your own hand to slip it into Sukuna’s in the same place as yours rests. He blinks, unamused, only for you to fall into a fit of laughter.

“Looks good with your tattoos,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to his jawline, which he hums appreciatively at. “Makes you less scary.”

“I’m not scary,” he scoffs. “I’m threatening.”

“Oh, right, of course,” you snort.

Yuuji’s eyes suddenly light up and his chubby legs carry him back to the dandelions, one hand grabs the yellow weed, the other grabs a puffy, white one. When he runs back to show you both, the puffs have disappeared from the bud of the dandelion and flown into the air, leaving just a stem.

“For you!” He chirps, passing you the yellow weed. Then, he turns to Sukuna and thrusts his small hand at his brother- only to then drop in confusion when there’s no longer fluff adorning the weed. “Huh?”

“It blew away, bud,” Sukuna sighs. “Gotta be careful with those, be gentle.”

Yuuji merely blinks big eyes at his brother in confusion, but it quickly fades and turns to pride as he ushers the stem to his older brother. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“We’cm ‘suku!”

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thoughtssvt · 1 month

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adventures of sugardaddy nanami kento and his frugal sugarbaby [pt. 1]

nanami kento x reader ; domestic fluff ; suggestive | [ pt. 2 ]

MDNI — 18+ interactions only

you were probably the most frugal sugar baby nanami had ever met. given you were the only sugar baby he'd met.

he heaved a heavy sigh as his quiet footsteps came to a stop several feet behind you. you were clad in nothing but a shirt two sizes too big, a thin layer of sweat on your skin shining in the yellow light that seeped into his kitchen, steam swirling through the air as you scrubbed away.

"you know i have a dishwasher, right?" he huffed almost disappointedly.

you squeaked a sound of confusion. "why would i use that when i could just wash them?" you tutted as if it was the obvious answer.

he draped his body over yours, melting into you. "because the dishwasher came with the place," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, softly grumbling at the feeling of the small wet spots against your tummy. "i pay you to sit pretty, i didn't pay you to be a maid," he mumbled into your shoulder. "have you even bought anything for yourself with your allowance?"

a wide smile spread across your face, your posture perking against his weight. "yes!" you say proudly, "this dish rack and this scrub daddy!" you chime, holding up the yellow smiley face for kento to see.

your brows quirked into confusion as kento sucked in a slow, deep breath through his nose. "so... you bought me something?" he pointed out trying his hardest not to pinch the bridge of his nose.

you hummed in thought, "well technically i bought us something."

he seemed to slump heavier against you, "seriously, what am i to do with you?"

"praise me for my sound financial decisions and clean dishes?" you giggled, turning your head to plant a soft kiss against his cheek.

the grip around your midsection tightened, kento's body rapidly heating, "if it's praise you want, it's praise you'll get," his voice rumbled deep in his chest as he slowly pulled you away from the sink, uncaring that you weren't done yet. not even the running faucet was enough to keep him from pulling you back to bed so you can sit pretty exactly how he wanted.

A/N : idk if i'll make this a series tbh i just wanted to get this out. it got me through washing a mountain of dishes lol ahhh I was also itching to post bc I missed you guys

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rxmye · 13 days

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" 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 "

𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 — you're his entire world, his only thought, the very illness that has corrupted his mind and body . . .

gender neutral reader / yandere oc x reader / mentions of sleep medication / pathetic yandere / suggestive content / a character slightly aimed towards people with a savior complex

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: edited, Lucas first fanfic is out !! . . click here to read it !! <3

He was someone with fleeting attraction—yet a hopeless romantic, who'd spend most of his class time doodling away in his notebook instead of taking actual notes, writing these scenarios that played out in his mind—tired hazy doodles of small characters, blurry lines of writing, scribbled out text, as he struggled to stay awake—

He had never had a proper sleeping schedule, and if he did he'd never stick to it, a night owl who often faced the consequences of his own actions, sleep medication was something he was all too familiar with, the feeling of being restless without sleep, his nerves always on edge, dark circles under his eyes made him feel insecure, and alarmingly out of character.

He felt something touch his back, he froze, nerves all over the place, a pit growing in his stomach as he turned almost instinctively to face whoever touched him, pushing their hand off harshly . . . "Hey Yoichi . . what's up with you man, why so aggressive?!" Lucas asked . . and then he froze, letting out a nervous and rather embarrassed chuckle, "Ah—um . . sorry Lucas . . just feeling a little tired that's all", he replied softly, voice barely coming out.

To be quite honest, when he first saw you, Yoichi thought nothing of it, he sat at the very back and you for some reason, sat in front of him, not that he minds, you're presence covered him from the teachers eyesight, which allowed him to do whatever he wanted, he was even able to drift off to sleep during that period.

However, it wasn't until he found himself, drawing tiny versions of you in his notebook, little doodles, pink ink staining the paper as he hearted your initials together—his name then your last name . . your name then his last name . . . names of future children—that he realized he was crushing on you . . . big time.

His emotions was fleeting, it had always been, he didn't think much of it . . it was just a simple crush, everyone has one of those, and they go away with time.

Yoichi was a punctual student—and a well organized one—he'd rarely forget his books, much less the notebook with his embarrassing doodles of him and you, it would ruin his image to be quite honest . . yet for some reason he had forgotten it in class today, it could've been his ever-growing restlessness due to a lack of sleep, or maybe the caffeine that's been fucking with his head since early in the morning—he sighed—knocking himself out of his own thoughts, as he twisted the doorknob, hopefully the teacher left the class unlocked.

The door was open, to his utter relieve . . . wait . . . "y/n?", he spoke, taken aback—you were soundly asleep on your desk—you looked so at . . peace . . . calm? . . . Nothing could describe the emotions he felt as he approached you, slowly reaching over to his desk and grabbing his notebook, quickly stuffing it in his backpack—he should go . . , that would be the best course of action . . .

Yet he couldn't . . . he knelt down on the floor, leaning his head on the desk, starring at your face, looking into every curve and line, in his eyes every imperfection just made you even more perfect, the pattern of your breath was soothing to his otherwise restless mind, a soothing scent radiated off of you, and for the first time in months, he felt sleepy . . . like he could sleep without a care . . . everything felt so right. . .—nothing felt displaced or disoriented.

That was the day that started it all, it seems, Yoichi had started forming something that was akin to obsession, he couldn't sleep at all without you—a piece of you—something that reminded him of that calming scent that he felt that day, you calmed his overdriven nerves, you halted his troubles for more than a fleeting moment.

Yoichi knew what he was doing was odd, especially when he found himself picking up the wrapper you threw out, and taking inhaling it, his eyes growing half lidded—he felt like a drug addict—drunk off of you . .

Fleeting touches would tick off his ever delusional mind, a small compliment could set him on overdrive and in the back of his head he knew he was growing addicted, a pit in his stomach grew as he felt slightly disgusted with himself, with the obscene and rather degrading things he'd do, just to get something touched by you.

Lucas stared at his friend, who seemed no better than dead, "Are ya' okay?" he asked, looking him up and down, "You look like a train-wreck", he stated half out of concern and half out of clear disdain and possibly curiosity, "Is it normal?", Yoichi spoke up, taking a gulp of air as he continued, "to want someone so badly that it's hard to explain—like—a part of me feels obsessed, like I feel like carving my own heart out and showing them just to prove my love wont be enough—they could claw out my fingernails—and from where I'm standing, I'd still look at them with only love . . . but at the same time I feel disgusted with the feelings I feel—", Yoichi kept blabbering on, until his friend shushed him, taking a sip of his drink as he jokingly replied, "I mean . . if you love them that much, then their clearly the one . . ."

Yoichi blanked out, as Lucas chuckled, he has no idea how much of his teasing words Yoichi would take to heart that day nor of it's lasting consequences . . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

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moonit3 · 13 days

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yandere x fem reader whos super chill about being kidnapped. it goes a little something like

"im sorry, you wont get to see your friends or family ever again, all you need is me"

"...kay. you got any snacks down here?"

a chill reader? damn, i wish i could be like that…

ᯓᡣ𐭩 yanderes with a chill! reader

➽ context warnings: yandere themes (of course), past kidnapping, mentioned manipulation, gn! reader, female clothing in adeline part, rope (but not much).

➽ word count: around 680.

➽ synopsis: after realizing you won’t escape, the yandere seems happier with it.

➽ yandere! multi x reader

➽ a/n: so you haven’t specified which yandere you would like me to write, so i picked three: max, leonard and adeline as i wasn’t in the mood to create a whole new character for this one. also shoutout to @.cafekitsune for the amazing heart divider used in this post! enjoy the headcanons my dear readers! an even isn’t speak out loud, the reader is gn! in max part, m! in leonard and f! in adeline part.

MAX

➽ the walls are too thin at his place and his failed attempt to wrap your limbs to the headboard made him think that you are going to leave soon, especially after he almost forget to close the door before leaving to work. max knows he is a lost cause in trying making to stay at his apartment without escaping, but the important part is that he is trying his best.

➽ so imagine his face when he came back home to see you sitting at the couch watching some movie. he almost passed out right there, it was like he saw a ghost instead of you. he could only stutter when trying (and failing) to reprimand you into submission and when max realized that he couldn’t do much about it, he just sat next to you to watch the rest of the movie.

➽ initially, he felt like a disappointment when seeing that you easily got off from the many ropes and chains that he placed you on the bed (maybe he shouldn’t have skipped the knot class when he was a scout). however, he is extremely happy that you haven’t left him when you could easily have done when he was away.

➽ knowing that you won’t leave him, max asked if you would like to continue with your college education as long you move to his place. of course, you accepted it and a big smile grown so big at his lips. he is so happy with the love of his live living with him and he can’t wait to show you off to everyone at college.

LEONARD

➽ the security system that he has at his manor is deadly. cameras all over the place to watch you, motion sensors to catch the slightest movement of you and the highest walls around the property to prevent you from leave. leonard wasn’t playing around when making all those security measures to keep you inside, even hiring guards to stay at the entrance as an extra protection.

➽ he knows that you don’t have any chance to escape from him, leonard would torment you if you dare to voice your concerns about it. instead, you appear as you don’t care about being trapped inside his manor. in matter of fact, you are enjoying your time inside.

➽ taking long bath full of bubbles at the jacuzzi in the main suite, eating the unique meal made by his personal chefs and even requesting if he can afford your old hobbies now that you have time to do anything. and of course he can’t deny your wishes.

➽ gifting you the best supplies to help you with that hobby of yours in exchange that he will join you. leonard is wants to learn more about you and spending time doing something that you enjoy is a bonus to him.

ADELINE

➽ she dreamed of seeing you acting so sweetly and so relaxed after being taken away of society, but adeline never expected to see it happening in real life. so she becomes suspicious when you show no sign of reluctance nor fear when she tells you won’t leave her place anytime soon.

➽ now that you live under her roof, adeline makes sure to make sure to everyone who either works there or visit her that you belong to her only. now you only get to wear those dresses made of silk when someone comes over to discuss business with adeline and she always makes you wear those that have a split on the side. alternatively, if you prefer wearing pants over dresses, then she makes you silk pants and long sleeve shirt that often match her dresses always.

➽ and when there is no one around, she makes you wear the most expensive set of lingeries that she buys for you or the most comfortable nightgowns depending on your preferences. either way, adeline will make you pose for a few photos to her personal collection. one that contains pictures of you dating back to months prior you have known her…

@moonit3 writings

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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Can you do the wolf pack from twilight reacting to Gn!Reader wearing their shirt/hoodie, but it’s too oversized for them.

(You can pick your preferred characters)

Embry might blush and smile, feeling a mix of pride and affection seeing (Y/N) wearing their oversized hoodie or shirt. They might tease (Y/N) playfully, saying something like, "Looks like my clothes fit you better than they fit me! You're stealing my style." Overall, Embry would likely find it endearing and enjoy the closeness and connection it represents.

Embry couldn't help but grin as they walked into the room and saw (Y/N) wearing their oversized hoodie. Their heart skipped a beat, a warm feeling spreading through them at the sight. "Well, well, look who's raiding my closet," Embry playfully remarked, a hint of affection in their tone.

(Y/N) looked up, cheeks slightly pink, but a mischievous glint in their eyes. "What can I say? Your hoodies are just too cozy to resist."

Embry walked over, unable to suppress the smile on their face. They reached out to lightly tug on the hoodie's sleeve. "I always knew you had good taste, but I didn't realize it extended to my wardrobe."

(Y/N) laughed, leaning in for a quick peck on Embry's cheek. "Your hoodies are like a soft, wearable hug. How could I resist that?"

Embry's heart fluttered at the affectionate gesture. "Well, you definitely wear it well. Maybe I should start charging rent for my clothes."

"Oh, please. I think I make them look even better than you do," (Y/N) quipped, giving Embry a playful nudge.

Embry pretended to gasp dramatically. "Is that a challenge, (Y/N)? Are we going to have a hoodie fashion face-off?"

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of their lips. "You're on. But be warned, I've got some serious layering skills."

As the banter continued, Embry felt their heart swell with affection for (Y/N). It wasn't just about the hoodie or the playful exchange – it was about the comfortable intimacy they shared, the ability to be themselves around each other. Seeing (Y/N) in their clothes was a reminder of that connection, a tangible representation of their bond.

"Okay, okay, you win," Embry finally conceded, laughter in their eyes. "I'll admit defeat in the great hoodie duel."

(Y/N) grinned triumphantly. "That's what I thought. Now, can I keep this hoodie as a token of victory?"

Embry chuckled. "Of course, you can. Just promise to return it if I get too cold."

"You got it," (Y/N) replied, wrapping their arms around Embry in a tight hug, hoodie and all. "I'll keep you warm."

In that moment, Embry felt an overwhelming rush of love for (Y/N). The sight of them wearing the oversized hoodie was a reminder of the small moments that made their relationship special – the shared laughter, the gentle touches, and the feeling of being completely at ease with each other.

They rested their chin on (Y/N)'s shoulder, reveling in the warmth of the hug. "You always manage to make everything feel so much better," Embry murmured, their voice filled with genuine affection.

(Y/N) pulled back slightly, their gaze locking with Embry's. "That's because we're a team, remember? No matter what, we've got each other's backs."

Embry's lips curled into a soft smile, their fingers instinctively reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from (Y/N)'s face. "I'm grateful every day for you, (Y/N). For your support, your love, and even for stealing my hoodies."

(Y/N) chuckled, their eyes sparkling with warmth. "And I'm grateful for your hoodies being ridiculously comfortable."

Leaning in, Embry pressed a gentle kiss to (Y/N)'s lips, their heart fluttering as they tasted the familiar sweetness. "I love you," they whispered against (Y/N)'s mouth.

"I love you too," (Y/N) replied, their voice soft and filled with sincerity.

In that moment, as they stood there wrapped in each other's arms, wearing the oversized hoodie that symbolized their connection, Embry knew that they had something truly special. It wasn't just about the clothes or the playful banter – it was about the deep bond they shared, the way they complemented each other, and the love that grew stronger with each passing day.

As they held each other, Embry couldn't help but think that life was made up of these little moments – the stolen hoodies, the shared laughter, and the quiet expressions of love that spoke volumes without any words at all. And in each of those moments, they found a sense of belonging that made everything feel right.

#x gender neutral reader #x gender neutral y/n #x gender neutral you #x reader #x reader oneshot #x reader one shot #embry call #embry call x reader #embry call x gender neutral reader #embry call imagine #embry call imagines #twilight scenario #twilight imagines #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #twilight x gender neutral reader #twilight masterlist

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reneezsq · 2 months

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halcyon

halcyon (noun.): a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful.

❛ !¡ pairing; susanoo x gender neutral!reader.

❛ !¡ summary; one day to relax with your own cat lover god.

❛ !¡ warnings; a bit angsty near the end.

❛ !¡ a/n; i love him sm i swear, kinda disappointed there aren’t many onmyoji writers out there, at least on tumblr i don’t see a lot of fics unfortunately.

In the quietness of the natural beauty of the earth, there, between trees and plants and flowers, stood a humble abode. At the edge of a hill, the scenery around it belongs to the owner of the house, although a part of it is enclosed near that estate to ensure a lack of trespassers in the property. A single cherry blossom stood in the middle of the yard, a gentle wind caressing the leaves and swaying the branches back and forth in a calm mannerism. Almost reflecting a mother softly lulling her child back to sleep, saying the baby back and forth.

This silence soon met its own demise at the crunching noise of dried leaves being stepped on. Not by a big boot, but instead by the delicate and sharp pitty patter of four little paws, small and honed claws scratching them accidentally. It stopped right in front of the tree. Putting its weight on its two last legs, the first two were being dirtied by the force it used to grip the dirt, as if wishing to merge with the latter to then jump right on the tree. A few beats passed, and the wind came to a stop. At that same moment, the cat jumped right towards the wood. A bird flew away.

A whine left the small animal, reluctantly accepting the embrace that had not been foreseen. The blond god in question, who had destroyed the chances of that poor little beast to hide away from the blazing sun, could only chuckle as he saw the hatred of that cat turn all fuzzy once he started petting its head.

His steps brought him back inside the house, and he closed the door behind him in a suspicious silence. His careful eyes darted across the room, seizing up every furniture with a curiosity that seemed impossible on the face of a god as old as he is. A few thousands of years can’t help him find where his beloved ran to during his little outing to catch that small naughty boy who went out on an escapade. He walked closer to the small couch, placing the cat there. It lazily laid down, showing the man its belly and almost replicating the pleas his lover do when they wish for some cuddles: which means batting its eyelashes like a saint and raising its paws to appear innocent and almost hurt by his ignorance.

Rolling his eyes playfully, he sat down, indulging in the funny little tricks of that small cat. Two fingers were put between the ears of the animal, the two muscles twitching at the contact. Then, he dragged his fingers down towards the back of its neck, to then move to the front. The lazy one refused to move, forcing the god to hold it to continue the caresses in its belly. When the cat started purring, he knew he had won this small war to satisfy this greedy scoundrel who will probably soon start putting its scent on the bed and all around the house — not that it was an intrusion he seemed to mind. Although he would probably need to convince his lover with kisses, it has to be the fourth cat, or maybe fifth, that he is bringing home.

His thoughts escaped him when he felt the cat growing limp under his touch. Under the corner of his eye, he noticed that its eyes closed, and that its breathing had settled to replicate his own. What a funny little thing. He playfully ruined the perfect fur of its head before getting up to venture the rest of the house.

Arriving in the kitchen, he had guessed they wouldn’t be there. Most of the time he is the one in charge of the cooking duty, they pretend it is because of a certain laziness, but he never misses the shine in their eyes that keeps him up at night every time their palate enters in contact with something he had cooked. His eyes danced around the counter, noticing the dishes done already, and a batch of handmade cookies in a pristine jar.

Opening a cabinet, he took out a small plate and put it next to those. His gloved hands grabbed the lid, and made it spin on itself until it opened. The scent that came alongside made him breath in deeply, the smile on his face softening increasingly quickly. He picked out a few of those, probably eight or something like that. There were a few more left inside. He closed the jar, and pushed it near the wall to ensure that the sleeping one would not break anything. He took his own little time to prepare a small hot chocolate for them too, making sure to get the measurements perfectly, to do it just like they wanted. He will never miss the opportunity to feel those soft lips he cherishes so much against his skin.

Taking a tray, he put down the plate of cookies and the hot chocolate on it. Before leaving to go upstairs, he made a trip back towards the living room, taking out two books from the library on the left of the door towards the backyard. The first one of that series was missing, they were probably reading it right now. Having acquired all he needed, he finally went upstairs.

The bedroom door was half open. Found them. Knocking on the door twice, he refused to fully open it until he heard a soft hum welcoming him. The two smiled at each other like two fools in love — what they absolutely were — once they saw the other. He put down the tray on the bedside table, sitting on the bed. His eyes fell down to the book they were holding. He was correct after all, they were reading the first book of the series. The wind entered the room, blowing some freezing air as if it was playing with them for fun. He did not tremble, but he felt them rub their arms.

Eyeing the room, he found the culprit: an open window. A bolt of thunder made it close, the mark on his forehead shining slightly as he used his powers. His other hand caught the blanket at the end of the bed, wrapping it around their shoulder. He stole a small kiss, watching teasingly as he saw their surprise and felt the heat of their breath against his face. He had to stifle a laugh, and they giggled too. Their foreheads touched for a slight second, making them stare at the other’s eye. He saw the world in their eyes, and they saw themselves in his. His arms then embraced them in warmth, coddling them close to his chest and drowning away the loneliness that they both felt for so long.

“Is it okay ?” They nodded against him, their head resting against his shoulder as his hand came to rest on their hip, his arm behind their back keeping them close and secure. He grabbed the mug by the handle, giving it to them as they grabbed it with both hands, feeling how hot it was. He took a cookie, putting it in the hot chocolate and hand feeding them as they giggled about how cringe that whole scene was. He playfully rolled his eyes, doing it again but feeding it to himself. They faked a dramatic gasp of pain and betrayal, taking another bite out of the cookie themselves before stealing the plate on the tray that had been placed down, making him say absurd things in exchange for the tiniest bite.

Time went by, and soon dusk came along. The sound of the shower lulled him into calmness as he stared at the view outside. A small fat bird was singing on a branch of the cherry blossom. Another more little bird came in the end, hiding under the wing of the other one. They were both singing along, almost. Chirping away as if it was all they could do anymore, until they had to wait for the end. It was all they could do in truth, and it reminded him how fragile and mortal the world around him was. How easy it would be for someone to chop off that tree, to destroy the branches, to take away the flowers and the leaves, to kill those birds after taking away their home. To simply, ruin all there is to be ruined. And who would be there to rebuild it all ? Humans are strong, but they can be so fragile when the time calls for it. They can just simply vanish, to never be seen again. And once forgotten, nothing is left of their existence. And the past that has been written, is not anymore.

“Susanoo ?” Fingers caressed his cheek, taking him out of his mind. He looked at them, those eyes full of worries. Those eyes that loved him. Those eyes full of stars. Those eyes that carry the world, the world that he loved. Those eyes that carry the ocean, carrying it the soft song of a mermaid’s lullaby, taken away into the lands. Lands muddy with the rain, with the cries and prayers of those who fancy the gods above. Gods that answer, while others can’t. There is this uncertainty when praying, and that’s beautiful. That’s the beauty of the world. Those eyes are the beauty of the world.

He took their hand in his, his head resting against their chest. At the sound of their heartbeat, he relaxed. They sat down on the desk, letting him embrace their waist as he continued to stare at the birds. He felt hands in his hair, braiding a bit of his blond hair. His eyes closed, and he let out a hum as they brushed a certain part of his neck, a small smile playing on his lips. They continued to rub that spot, making his shoulders tremble as he tried to stop himself from laughing.

“Stop that. It tickles.” They rubbed the spot a few more times, only stopping when he grabbed their hands and kissed their cheek. His head rested on their shoulder, hands going up and down their back. Their gaze followed his towards the view outside, their chin on his head.

“The world is beautiful.” “It is.”

TAGGING:: @amxto; @dxmoness (sounds like you’ll be the only ones interested)

#onmyoji.fics #onmyoji.susanoo #onmyoji #susanoo #susanoo onmyoji #onmyoji susanoo #susanoo x reader #onmyoji susanoo x reader #onmyoji x reader #x reader #x gn reader #x gn y/n #x gender neutral reader #x gender neutral y/n #renee.writes

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alex-journal · 1 year

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Drunken Sketches

Summary: The Straw Hat Crew reacts to a creative outburst y/n had as they were drunk. (Jinbe is part of the Straw Hat Crew) y/n Pronouns: they/them

cw: mentioning of alcohol, hungover, hungover reader -------------

It was a peaceful morning on the Thousand Sunny. Sanji was in the kitchen preparing a hungover breakfast for the Crew, while Jinbe relaxed on the deck, watching the sky and calm sea navigating the ship to the next island. Some of the Straw Hat Crew looked more tired or hungover than other, after their big party last night. Zoro seemed like nothing happened and as he didn’t drink two barrels of sake alone. Nami and Ussop on the other hand looked like they were the ones drinking too much, even tho they had two beer top last night. “Breakfast!” Luffy was the ray of sunshine as usual and was about to reach for the breakfast as Sanji stopped him.” “Hey! You know, not to eat until everyone is there, Luffy.” Only now, Luffy noticed that y/n was missing at the table. He asked Robin if she had seen them, but as she looked up from the newspaper, Robin shook her head, “No, the last time I saw them was before I went to bed. They were looking for paper.” “For paper? I saw them in front of sick bay..” Nami said, massaging her temple, looking up tired and worried.

With that as a clue, Luffy jumped up and went to sick bay looking for y/n. The Captain was hungry, and he didn’t want to wait any longer. “y/n!! Food!” As Luffy approached the door, he could hear y/n snoring loudly inside. When he opened the door, Luffy was surprised to find his friend lying on the floor surrounded by sheets of paper and colored pencils. Luffys laugh brought everyone up and rushed to investigate why their Captain was laughing so loud. When they joint Luffy, they saw a snoring y/n curled up, eyes closed, and hand over their eyes and ears to shut out the laugh and the sun. "What the hell happened here?" Zoro muttered. Nami and Chopper picked up some of the sheets of paper from the floor that surrounded y/n, hoping not one of their important Maps or documents were scattered there. As they looked through the pages, they saw that everything was ok, and realized that the drawings on them were actually quite good.

"These are amazing!" Chopper exclaimed, holding up a drawing of himself that y/n had done, complete with little antlers and a red nose.

"Yeah, look at this one of me!" Robin said, holding up a sketch of herself sitting in her chair, surrounded by books, she had picked up.

Usopp and Franky were particularly impressed by their portraits, which showed them posing dramatically with their respective weapons. "I always knew I looked cool, but I never thought someone could capture my essence like this," Franky said with a grin.

As they admired the drawings, Jinbe noticed something funny about the way they were arranged. "They're in alphabetical order," he pointed out. "Look, there's Brook, then Chopper, then Franky..." “yohohoho, how fantastic!”

Everyone laughed at the realization that even in their drunken state, y/n had taken the time to arrange their drawings with care. They felt a warm sense of affection for their friend, even though they were too hungover to hear it.

"Let's not wake them up," Nami said, picking up one of the drawings and cradling it carefully. "We can put these in the gallery and surprise them, when they wake up."

The rest of the crew agreed, and they carefully gathered the pages of the gallery-worthy artwork. As they left the room, Chopper took one last look at y/n, who was still snoring contentedly on the floor.

"I'm glad they are part of our crew," the little reindeer said, before putting a glass of water and some medicine against the hungover near them.

As they settled back to the breakfast table, admiring each other's portraits, the Straw Hat Crew knew that they had another memorable moment to add to their collection of adventures. And even though y/n couldn't remember anything about their artistic endeavors the night before, they knew that their talent and creativity would be remembered forever.

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theunkn0wn-0 · 27 days

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The Gift of Immortality DRAGON BALL STORY: Insert Reader

GENDER-NEUTRAL READER × DRAGON BALL CHARACTERS

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WARNINGS: Mentions of SWEARING!!!

003 | Fate's Gamble

❝Faith is a gamble, and against the odds, I'll bet on hope every time.❞

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In the suffocating silence, with only the looming presence of Junior at my back. It took every ounce of willpower to break free from the paralysis of fear and turn on my heel, determined to escape the suffocating weight of his gaze. My path was abruptly blocked by Junior. I refused to meet his eyes, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of my fear. His voice, deep and rough-hewn, resonated through the building.

"Where do you think you're going?" His words cut through the silence like a knife, dripping with amusement. I clenched my jaw, refusing to dignify his question with a response; I remained silent, my lips pressed into a thin line of defiance against his taunts, but he persisted.

"Are you planning to run?" His voice danced with a twisted sense of pleasure, laced with bitterness, relishing in my discomfort. "I know how much you value these fragile humans. It won't be long before I snuff out their pathetic lives, for your sake. Or..." His voice trailed off; I met his gaze, a flicker of dread igniting within me. And then, the final blow, the revelation that sent a chill down my spine.

"Would you like me to reveal your secret to the world?"

My heart is pounding with a mixture of fear and fury. "You wouldn't dare," I retorted, my voice barely above a whisper, as I dared him to cross that line. Junior's smirk widened, a grotesque display of his power and arrogance.

"Oh, but I will," he ridiculed, a reminder of the chains that bound me to him, forged in the fires of past traumas and shared histories; he may be King Piccolo's son, but he was still him. I stood my ground, refusing to back down and let him see the cracks in my facade.

"Get to the point," I demanded. "What are you even here for, and what do you want from me?" His response was simple. "Revenge," he declared, his words dripping with harshness.

"But there's more. Son Goku is an obstacle in my path, and you... you are simply collateral damage. And perhaps a bit of sport. What's more entertaining than watching your enemies fall at your feet?"

His black eyes bore into mine; I listened, my brow furrowing in contemplation, as he outlined his reasons. As Junior mentioned Goku, a spark of intrigue ignited within me. If Goku stood in his way, then perhaps he was the key to defeating this tyrant permanently.

I could use that to my advantage.

I could glean valuable insight into his strengths and weaknesses. It was a risky gambit, but one—I was willing to take for my survival. I kept my expression neutral, refusing to betray any hint of amusement.

"I see you're still the same King Piccolo the last time we met," I spoke, my voice steady despite the turmoil brewing within me. "Still chasing after the same old dreams of world domination?"

"I am the reincarnation of him, of course, I'm him. And this time, you or that bastard Goku and his allies won't stop me." His reply dripped with arrogance; each word was a reminder of his insatiable thirst for power.

Reincarnation? Is... King Piccolo dead?

The revelation of his reincarnation sent a jolt of disbelief through me, quickly overshadowed by the grim realization of the threat he posed. If anything, Junior would be much stronger than the old demon himself centuries ago. But I couldn't dwell on the implications as Junior's presence here, in this tournament, indicated a more profound purpose. I probed, my tone measured.

"You're here to assess the fighters, aren't you? To see if they are a threat or not. Correct?"

A brief twitch of irritation crossed Junior's features, confirming my suspicions. But he quickly regained his demeanor, his tone laced with thinly veiled disdain. "You're smart enough to figure that out, always been quick on the uptake, for a mere human. But don't think for a moment that you can fool me."

I squared my shoulders. "So, how do you intend to defeat me then? You know well enough how difficult it is for me to stay down..."

My words were a challenge, a subtle ploy to glean information from him. I needed to know his strategy, to understand his next move, even if it meant playing into his ego. Junior maintained his smug demeanor, a smirk playing at his lips as he let out a derisive snort.

"As if I'd divulge my plans to you," he scoffed, his arrogance palpable.

"Unless, of course, you have no plan at all," I countered, hoping to exploit his overconfidence. But Junior remained resolute, refusing to yield to my manipulation, unlike King Piccolo, who had fallen into that tactic.

"Don't try to play games with me. Let's not forget, traitor or not, I own you. You're my weapon I have created to be."

Suppressing the rising ripple of emotion, I maintained my calm facade, pushing back against his words that struck a nerve; I swallowed hard, forcing the lump in my throat down. It fueled my determination to stand my ground.

"Very well," I replied coolly. "I'll take a stroll if you don't mind. Just exploring the surroundings, nothing more."

Junior's smirk faltered, replaced by a frown as he crossed his arms. "Is that so? I don't believe you. I'll keep watch. So you won't pull any tricks," he warned, stepping aside to let me pass. I hesitated, wary of the potential trap, but the need for space outweighed my caution. With a silent prayer for luck, I strode past him.

I wanted to be alone and think.

The sun enveloped me like a comforting embrace with its warmness as I emerged into the open air. The gentle breeze carried with it the faint scent of blooming flowers. I allowed myself to meander through the festival grounds, taking in the vibrant sights and sounds.

Laughter and chatter mingled with the melodic strains of music with the tantalizing aroma of street food. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling of Junior's watchful gaze burning into my back. Paranoia gnawed at the edges of my mind, urging me to remain vigilant.

Think, [First Name].

My thoughts raced, a whirlwind of doubt and uncertainty swirling within me. Goku, Junior's supposed enemy, offered hope, a potential pawn in my desperate game of survival. My mind raced with possibilities.

What if my plan backfired? What if I somehow ended in the finals? What if I can't find anyone to match Junior's strength?

I weighed the risks and consequences, grappling with the uncertainty of what lay ahead. The mere thought of facing Junior that he may have found a way to defeat me filled me with a primal fear, a gnawing dread that threatened to consume me.

I wrestled with the dilemma, torn between the desire for self-preservation and the fear of facing Junior, not knowing what he planned to end me. As I settled my options, I couldn't afford to make a wrong move.

To kill Junior would be to condemn myself to a life of infamy, branded a murderer by society and begin hunted down by authorities and the issue with the government along BioThera Corporation.

To emerge victorious in the tournament would only invite unwanted attention, drawing the government's watch ever closer.

And to feign defeat, to hold back in the face of Junior's onslaught—no doubt he would kill me for fun—would risk exposing the truth of my immortality, branding me a monster in the eyes of the world.

There has to be a way. Something, anything!

I knew I couldn't afford to let my emotions cloud my judgment. I needed clarity. I passed by food stalls, the laughter of children ringing in my ears, each moment a fleeting distraction from the weight of my burdens. I forced myself to let go of my worries if only for a moment, to bask in the simple joys of the present.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans in store for me.

As I turned a corner, my path collided with that of a familiar face. The woman from the Preliminary Rounds, her black hair cascading in a neat ponytail, and her vibrant blue cheongsam. Our eyes met, a silent exchange of recognition.

Before I could utter an apology, her voice sliced through the air, sharp and accusatory, laced with pent-up anger. "It's you! You," she exclaimed, her finger jabbing in my direction with pointed accusation. My brow furrowed in confusion as she unleashed her frustration upon me; I cocked my head, struggling to comprehend the source of her ire.

"Me?"

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be preparing to face Goku instead of wandering around like an idiot? I should have been the one facing him, not you!" She spat, her words dripping with resentment.

Ah, so that was it.

It was evident the woman harbored a grudge against Goku, and our encounter in the Preliminary Rounds had only fueled her ire. I sighed inwardly as I gently deflected her pointed finger, attempting to diffuse the escalating confrontation.

"And what of it, ma'am? I'm just trying to clear my head before the match," I spoke bluntly, but my words only seemed to stoke the flames of her anger, igniting a fierce blaze in her eyes, yet a glimmer of vulnerability shone through.

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this moment? I just want to make him pay after what he did to me!" she yelled, her voice cracking with emotion and her fists clenched at her sides.

"Revenge, is it?" I replied, my words tinged with bitter understanding. Her expression softened briefly, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features.

"I just want to knock some sense into him! After everything he's done to me, after the promise he made... He didn't even recognize me when he saw me. I just want to make him see, to make him understand the pain he's caused."

Her words struck a chord deep within me, stirring memories buried beneath the weight of my struggles. Promises. The word echoed in the recesses of my mind, dredging up memories of vows made and broken, of obligations unfulfilled. As she poured out her anguish, I couldn't help but wonder if she, like me, sought solace in the echoes of past grievances.

The longing for closure, for retribution, resonated within her words. But I pushed aside the swell of emotions, adopting a facade of indifference to shield myself from my emotions and feelings raging within. With a dismissive scoff, I attempted to offer solace in my detached manner.

"Look, I get where you're coming from, but this isn't my issue. Holding onto that anger won't do you any favors and will only consume you. Dwelling on the past won't change a thing. You have to straighten up, take a deep breath, and clear that head of yours."

My words came out cool and detached, a stark reflection of the emotional walls I had erected over years of solitude. It had been ages since I engaged in anything resembling a normal conversation, yet here I was, dispensing advice like some reluctant sage.

"If you're hell-bent on confronting Goku, then talk to him. Maybe there's a reason he didn't recognize you. Not everyone has a memory like an elephant, you know. People forget stuff all the time; it's human nature. Promises are often broken, whether intentionally or not. Sometimes shit happens, people forget, or they mess up. It's life."

Despite my usual aloof or stoic demeanor, I couldn't help but intervene, offering what morsels of advice I could muster.

"Just... try to think things through before you go charging in. A brawl ain't always the answer. I want you to take a step back, assess the situation, and approach him like a rational human being. Have a damn conversation."

The woman bristled at my blunt words, her fiery glare softened, replaced by a flicker of pain and understanding at my harsh words. She stumbled over her response, caught between indignation and begrudging acceptance of the truth.

But to my surprise, she took a deep breath, her shoulders sagging as she exhaled, a newfound calm settling over her. Her voice, once sharp with fury, softened into something more measured, tinged with uncertainty.

"Yeah, you're... right," she finally conceded. "Maybe talking to Goku wouldn't be such a bad idea."

As she spoke, a small sense of relief washed over me. Maybe she'd heed my advice and avoid unnecessary trouble. With a nod of approval, I sidestepped her, eager to distance myself from her turmoil and collect my thoughts.

But before I could make my escape, a tap on my shoulder brought me to a halt. I turned to find the woman, her expression softened, guilt evident in her eyes.

"Hey, I'm sorry for dragging you into my mess. But at least stick around while I apologize!"

Her tone held a hint of irritation, though she quickly composed herself. I fought the urge to roll my eyes, silently accepting her apology. "No worries," I muttered, my tone gruff and steady but not unkind.

"Thanks for the advice. I'm Chi-chi, by the way. And you?"

I made a mental note of her name, though I doubted I'd remember it for long. After all, I was just a passing stranger in her world. When she asked for my name in return, I hesitated for a moment.

"Just... [First Name]."

I replied, a tinge of resignation coloring my words. It had been a long time since anyone had bothered to ask my name, and I knew it was unlikely she would remember it for long. After all this, the tournament, I would retreat to the solitude of my hidden base in the woods, fading into obscurity once more.

For me, anonymity was a comfort, a shield against the world; I wanted to be forgotten, to be left alone, so no one would even hurt me or even find me. No longer being hunted down, maybe if I lived in a world without fear, I would no longer hear those voices in my mind.

Although, that was a mere fantasy. I had to accept my harsh reality, whether I like it or not.

"Well, I should probably head out now," I muttered as I edged away; she didn't pursue me, which was a relief. After all, who in their right mind would chase down a stranger? But her brief distraction did wonders for easing the weight on my mind.

With renewed determination, I set about formulating a plan, a contingency for the worst-case scenario if things took a turn for the worse with Junior. As I mulled over options, a memory sparked to life in the pits of my mind.

The Containment Wave!

But as quickly as joy bloomed, a shadow of doubt crept in. I lacked the necessary components for the technique, and my recollection of it was hazy at best. I had no vessel for containment and no ink for the marking.

Still, I refused to be deterred.

With Junior's watchful gaze lingering on me, I scanned the festival grounds, searching for a solution, drifting towards a nearby food stand where colorful drinks were displayed.

Perhaps a bottle could serve as the vessel.

I mused to myself, my mind racing with possibilities. It was a gamble, but one worth taking. But I couldn't afford to raise Junior's suspicions. So, I decided to indulge my craving for food as well, opting for a bite to eat. It was a calculated move, just buying a snack and drink; it was nothing more.

As I approached the bustling food stands, a figure caught my eye. An average-height man that was quite overweight with his black hair disheveled cascading around his face, stood in line. His attire was a sleeveless yukata adorned with black stripes, a black obi, and black wristbands.

“Darn it…” His grumble cut through the chatter of the crowd; his voice was rough, scratchy, and tinged with a tone of frustration and fatigue. His hands fumbled in his pockets, searching for a few measly money to pay for his meal. But it seemed luck was not on his side today.

I paid him little heed as I focused on the dishes displayed before me. It had been too long since I indulged in a proper meal, my diet restricted to the bare essentials of sustenance.

"Damn... I don't think I have any money left." His words were a testament to his hunger and desperation. Despite my reserved demeanor, a pang of empathy stirred within me. Beneath the veneer of detachment, I was still human.

Stepping forward, I placed my order, selecting a dish that promised to delight my senses along with a drink that was suitable to be the vessel and another named Takoyaki. With a nod to the worker, I paid for the order; it was a small gesture.

Perhaps, in this sea of competition and rivalry, I could afford to extend a helping hand to remind myself of the humanity that is hanging by a thread within me. I stepped aside, waiting patiently for the meal to be prepared.

When my meal was ready, I accepted it with gratitude, exchanging a nod of thanks with the worker before turning to face the man beside me. I offered him a container of his dish, my voice betraying a hint of monotony despite my best efforts.

"Here, I thought you might enjoy this dish. I recommend it."

He looked up, surprised, painting his chubby features. His beady, black eyes widened with curiosity and skepticism as he accepted the offering with cautious gratitude. "Why... Why did you give this to me?" His voice, rough around the edges, betrayed his confusion as he searched for an explanation behind my gesture.

"Just wanted to help. No need for anything in return. Enjoy the dish," I replied with a calm demeanor; my words tinged with sincerity. He then took the dish of Takoyaki out of its container as he examined the food; his curiosity was piqued.

It was a dish made by deep-frying dough-like slices of octopus into small balls, which were then sprinkled with a sweet and savory sauce. The savory aroma teased his senses, drawing him in. With a hesitant glance in my direction, he took the first bite, savoring the burst of flavors that danced upon his palate.

I watched silently, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my lips behind my facemask as he savored the dish. With a small, imperceptible sigh, I turned to leave, knowing he enjoyed the food I had ordered for him. As I walked away, the weight of his gaze lingered on my back, but I decided to ignore it.

Making my way behind a nearby building, I retrieved the food container from my bag; my fingers lifted the lid of the food container. I removed my facemask, relishing the cool caress of the breeze against my skin as the captivating aroma of the dish enveloped me.

It was a moment of simple pleasure taking the first bite; I savored the familiar taste, finding solace in the familiar flavors. But my moment of comfort was short-lived, shattered by the booming announcement that echoed across the festival grounds.

“Tien emerges victorious and advances to the semi-finals! Next up, we have an exciting match between Goku, who nearly won the last championship, and a mysterious warrior known only as Anonymous!”

So much for enjoying my meal.

I hastily swallowed the last bite of my meal, the urgency of the upcoming match propelling me forward, overriding my desire for relaxation. With a quick adjustment of my face mask and hood, I hurried towards the arena, my steps quickening with each passing moment.

Junior's presence weighed heavily on my mind as I strategized. Holding back my true strength would be crucial, keeping Junior in the dark about my full potential while measuring Goku's abilities. It was a delicate balance, a tightrope walk between restraint and assertion.

As I strode into the auditorium, anticipation rippled through my veins, mixing with the steady thrum of being agitated. I felt the weight of the moment bearing down upon me and my resolve unwavering in the face of uncertainty of the outcome of this match would be.

I squared my shoulders, my chin held high, and my footsteps echoed against the polished floor as I made my way to the entrance. The sun greeted me with its warm embrace as I stepped into the arena, the sky a vast expanse of azure splendor.

The atmosphere crackled with excitement, a symphony of eager murmurs, roars, and restless shuffling from the audience. As I entered the ring, the ground beneath my feet felt solid and sure, anchoring me to the present moment.

My gaze swept over the audience, a sea of expectant faces blurred by the haze of trepidation that clouded my vision. Despite the multitude of eyes fixed upon me, I found reassurance no cameras were recording this live on TV.

Across the expanse of the arena, Goku stood, his gaze locked with mine, his eyes shimmered with purity and excitement, a stark contrast to the storm raging within my own heart. The traditional tenor drums, their rhythmic beats echoing through the arena, added to the tension that coiled in the pit of my stomach. Each thump resonated with the pounding of my heart.

In that silent exchange, I glimpsed the raw power of his spirit. The referee's voice announced the commencement of the match, a gong chimed, its metallic echoed, signaling us to begin. As the crowd erupted into a frenzy of excitement, Goku and I stood there, our minds focused and our bodies primed for action.

With every fiber of my being, I remained alert, searching for any sign of weakness in my opponent's stance. But Goku kept his defenses tight. For moments that stretched into eternity, we remained locked in a silent standoff, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

During our silent standoff, I felt Junior's presence looming in the shadows, a silent observer of our impending clash, feeling the weight of Junior and Goku's gaze, I couldn't afford to hesitate. I needed to determine Goku's power and find a weakness to exploit.

I had to treat this battle fairly as much as I could.

Let’s get this over with.

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(𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃)𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 ♡︎

🎀 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ having the body of a cyborg came with it’s perks, including turning boothill into your own personal porn bot a plug away! ~ ♡︎

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw — afab!reader. mean dom!boothill. improper use of usb ports. pornography. manhandling. overstimulation. edging. pussy drunk boothill. no pronouns for reader.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : saw someone on tt mention inappropriate use of boothill’s usb ports, and i couldn’t help myself. <33 as usual, enjoy!

“..and i’m supposed to plug this in?”

Boothill spun the harddrive around his fingers, staring at it with both curiosity yet suspicion. it was a hot pink color with a heart sticker sloppily slapped onto the front. you handed it to him without saying a word, leaving him beyond dumbfounded.

you simply nodded, trying hard not to burst out laughing. despite the glaringly obvious USB ports that were carved into his waist, he swore to have never actually stuck anything in them. by anything, of course, were any harddrives that could’ve been packed with whatever info or footage that would’ve automatically made it’s way into his memory. he didn’t want anyone’s weird porno or stupid memes to burn into his motherboard and live with it.

yet he had a hard time saying no to you. hell, he’d never say no to you unless it’d kill you. then again, it was probably a random assortment of cat videos you came across on your feed. it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek. right?

holding up a reluctant thumbs up, you plugged the harddrive in and awaited his reaction with anticipation. boothill never looked away from your reaction, quickly noticing something was rather…off about your face. your lips curled into a seductive grin, biting down on your lower lip while hearts practically carved your pupils. your cheeks and nose were flushed a slight pink that faded to a hot red color.

yet, it was already too late for him.

his vision suddenly became a hot pink blur, the gears within his body had began to spun widely while the mini fans tried to cool down his heating body. the blood red target in his eye morphed into a pink heart while he spaced out at what was being shown in front of him.

nothing but pure pornography, some of the most explicit, flooding his memory and infecting his circuits with the love virus. boothill felt his head spin from the lewd imagery, bouncing from clip to clip of multiple sex acts all at once. from simple missionary to subs being bent in half by their ridiculously larger doms, there was even one where they were in full nelson. legs high up with thier sopping cunt in full view. it was all too much.

“so this..is what y’want me to do to ya…”

the cyborg chuckled, overwhelmed with his sudden libedo. he looks over at you with hungry eyes, flashing his shark toothed grin the moment you nodded.

“why didn’t ya say so, dollface..?”

“a-ah! m’sorry! m’sorry boothill..! i-i was only p-playing..ngh!”

your clothes were torn clean off without a damn given, leaving you bare and vulnerable as the cyborg pumped his cock in and out of your sopping pussy. just like how you wanted it, bent in half in full nelson with your legs held high as only boothill’s arms kept you from falling. his pace was unforgiving, hungrily stuffing you full like your his last meal on death row. despite your body already stiffening from the position, boothill showed no sign of stopping. his eyes, bright pink with hearts dialating for pupils, full of burning desire and a greedy lust that clouded his judgement till his mind went blank.

it was as if the cyborg was built for fucking, his only goal being to push you beyind your human limit.

“zip it, sugar. you're gonna take m’dick even when i’m done with ya, you hear?”

boothill hissed in your ear with a mean rasp, shark-like teeth nibbling away at your earlobe. the ticklish feeling only added to the intense overstimulation that turned your brain into mush. you felt the familiar knot in your stomach close to snapping for what seems like the tenth time tonight, until a sudden emptiness snapped you back into reality. looking down, you noticed how boothill pulled himself out, leaving you hanging. a whine came out of your throat almost instinctively at the neglect.

“boothilll..! i was so clo!—“

you’re words were rudely cut off as the ranger threw you onto the bed with you laying on your back. he wasted no time crawling on top of you and pressing his heavy body against yours. trapped, you couldn’t even move an inch as you squirmed under his touch. he practically caged you.

“keep whinin’ like that and I'll leave ya empty. got that?”

as difficult as it was, you pressed your lips together and screwed your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to keep quite. your cunny spasmed around his length as he kept going with his violent pace. even with the harddrive, you could never imagine boothill going this far. you truely underestimated the strength of the virus that infected his mechanical body with such libido, yet you don’t regret it. you continued to cry out as your limbs grew numb, your senses going blank in an orgasmic euphoria. you were teetering towards the fuckin’ edge.

you sobbed out babbles of “‘m gonna cum!~” over and over again like it was automatic. finally, the knot snapped in two as stars filled your vision. if he wasn’t made of metal, you would’ve left some nasty scratch marks.

on the other hand, the ranger watched in pure awe as his pretty baby fell apart on his dick. your fucked out expression, teary eyes and pouty lips covered in spit, only fuled him for more. you couldn’t even get a breath in as you were picked up and flipped onto your stomach, ass high up in the air.

“you think ‘m done yet sugar? hehe, that’s cute.”

you could only sigh in response, unable to do anything about your own mess. lesson learned, never fuck with a machine you know so little about.

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