#HAVE A SPINE. PATHETIC. CAN'T WAIT FOR THEM TO BREAK UP

[old4sa]

Prays for the downfall of a beloved character. Hope he dies. Hope he falls down an uncovered manhole and dies. But he won't because he's the grim reaper and all the fans love him because he's in a yaoi relationship. They'll never kill this fool. Who is he? Name some of his character traits!! No one and nothing!!!

#what does he bring to the table???? #and he's infuriatingly always game for anything taako says like some pushback at all ever #to help make you feel like any kind of character whatsoever?? #HAVE A SPINE. PATHETIC. CAN'T WAIT FOR THEM TO BREAK UP #taako.txt #our posts #they only got together because of the apocalypse #i consider their disgusting domestic life in imbalance noncanonical #in my heart ​taako goes back to adventuring the lifestyle brand shit is NOT HIM #but I'm fine and normal ✌️ I'm totally normal I prommy

[st-danger]

(For @riconas who deserves a little more information about that Aether/Dew/Aeon sandwich from the other day.)

(It's a continuation of a previous ficlet, and IS consensual but I've tagged it as dub just in case)

Aether should stop this. Probably. He probably ought to take stock of the rounded shoulders, the way muscle fibre jumps under his pale skin wherever it tenses and see that this might be a limit.

He should probably acknowledge the tone of his begging, the half-slurred words threaded with panic at it all being so much, too much, aroused beyond measure and unable to keep up with it.

There are many things Aether should do, and as he watches Dew curl into himself, sobbing and heaving for breath while Aeon spoons him on the disheveled bed, he knows there's a massive divide between should and will.

Holding himself in a loose fist, he leans against the headboard and listens to Dew sniffle.

"Shh," Aeon whispers into Dew's hair, hands grabbing at him, pulling him near. "You're okay." A kiss, and then Aeon's sneaking a glance back at Aether, grinning when he adds, "Door's right there. You just have to make it out."

He had wanted to see Dew fight; well, he'd gotten a little of that, a few earnest attempts to make a break for it, like they all didn't know Aeon would be wringing pleasure from him the second he tried. Now, Dew has very little fight left. He's exhausted. He's wet. His eyes are red-rimmed and he is weak on the bed and the door is so very far away.

Aether himself is fighting very hard not to blow his load yet. He wants to savor this.

Dew swears, and Aeon cuddles up close, presses against him and rubs his hand up and down Dew's spine, mumbling something that makes Dew laugh-sob and shake his head. His light hair is a mess, tangled from having hands in it, stuck to sweaty skin. Aeon's speaking again, too low for Aether to hear, but Dew's doubling down on his earlier head shaking.

"What is it?" Aether has to know. He gives himself a few slow strokes and goes a little dizzy when Dew raises his head to look up at him for a moment; red faced, pleasured, distressed.

"He says he can't cum anymore," Aeon says, deeply amused, reaching with long fingers to brush the hair off Dew's face and stroke tenderly along his cheek. "I said he can." Aeon's lip curls when he lets just a little hint of quintessence play into Dew's nerves once again, and the resulting moan makes Aether want to tear out his own hair.

"He looks so tired," Aether says, thick and hot in his palm and feeling so nasty about it all.

"Whaddya say?" Aeon hums, stroking Dew with measured, loving care. "You tired? Or do you have a little more in you?" Without waiting for an answer, he sinks his hand into Dew's hair and wrenches his head up, ducking in close so he speaks directly into his ear. "Door's right there. All you have to do is make it out. You just have to get to the door."

He lets Dew's head drop and then Dew is bodily pulling himself away, trying to disentangle his legs from Aeon's, to get to the edge of the bed, away from where Aeon's able to reach for him-

Aether reaches for Dew's ankle before he really registers what he's doing. The squawk of surprise from Dew comes just moments before Aether feels the pulse of magick Aeon forces into Dew, who moans and cries and shudders against the bed, tensing and hiding his face.

Aether watches dumbly, hand tight around Dew's ankle to the point he kniw it would hurt if Dew was capable of processing anything. He watches as Aeon simply decides to keep his orgasm going.

And going.

And going.

He just sobs. Shakes and cries and makes the most heart-rending noises Aether's ever heard from any of them.

"Can he breathe?" Aether asks, and gives up trying to hold himself back; he pulls at himself like a man possessed, getting his balls bouncing. Dew is a trembling, pathetic heap, and if there's a wet spot he's emptying himself onto in the sheets, Aether wants to shove his face into it.

"Does he need to?" Aeon muses, and then, seeing the sharp look Aether gives him, relents. "Okay," he mumbles sheepishly, pulling the quintessence back until his orgasm is over, but barely.

"Dew," Aether says, unable to stop jerking himself but needing to check in. "Dew, look at me."

Sniffling, gasping, he does. He looks so fucked up.

"Dew," Aether repeats, and Dew cracks an eye open. "There we go, that's good," Aether praises. "Look at me."

It appears to take a terrible amount of effort, but Dew does, dazed and lost.

"Listen to me," Aether says, rubbing his thumb over his head, a hit of sharp pleasure. "Can you do that?"

Aeon laughs as Dew gives the smallest, saddest nod.

Aether swallows.

"You gotta get to the door," he croaks, and Dew's eyes go wide and panicked immediately. "All you have to do is make it to the door and we'll stop."

Aeon cracks his knuckles and they graciously allow him a few seconds of time to think they might give him a fair shot. Dew practically crumples onto the floor and Aeon raises an eyebrow, questioning: you wanna?

"You do the honours," Aether says, and as Aeon stands, ready to grab and drag Dew back to bed, he finds the wet spot Dew left on the bed and presses his face to it.

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #ghost fanfiction #ghost headcanons #aether ghoul #aeon ghoul #sodo ghoul #dew/aether #aether x dew #aether/dew/aeon #aether/sodo #phantom/aether #phantom/dew #aeon/dew #tw: dubcon

[sillystargirll]

Mission gone wrong ✧

ghost fucks the information out of you~ (dub-con warning)

The room smells like cigars, your head was pounding and your vision trying to come back clearly . After a few minutes of trying to get together , you noticed your hands are tied together over your head as a rope is to the rings of the ceiling leaving your body to hang from the wrists and your legs are spread apart to top that off your naked.

The last thing you had remember was sneaking onto the base breaking into the captain's office of 141 to steal documents but failed due to begin caught by a masked man who wants to be a wannabe Michael Myers and causing a rucks with you before begin knocked out cold by him.

you began to freak out and begin to struggle and squirm your way out the ropes.

you hear the door open to find Ghost smirking darkly while holding to what looks like some weird clear pinkish drink in a bottle .

"So what now your gonna kill me, naked?" pure silence follow after you said that as you stare him down not afraid of what's he's about to do he had the upper hand in this situation since he's not the one naked.

he looks at you amused and comes closer to you. you keep yelling and calling him names until he shoves the small bottle of the pink drink. you refuse to drink it and move your head away .

"Drink it or ill kill you."  He says sternly and with no choice you drink it obediently playing by his rules and what's to come next.

He then leaves the room leaving you by yourself.

just after 10 minutes of drinking the weird pink elixir, you start to feel aroused and you feel your self dripping and soaking through your pants and panties.

"Fuck this can't be happening ." You curse to yourself and rub your thighs together to try and get some friction out of it but it doesn't help.

your breathing becomes more heavy and it becomes more harder for you to breathe.

Ghost then comes into the room and smirks at the sight he found himself in and comes closer to you .

" What the hell did you do to me !"

"Just gave you a bit of Aphrodisiac to loosen up, After all you have some important intel to tell me."

you clicked your tongue In anger he comes closer to you and hovers over you to your horror he begins to grind on you.

"P-please," you plead. "Just let me go. I w-won't tell anyone, I promise." You cringe at how pathetic you sound, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggle not to collapse into a blubbering mess since the effects of the aphrodisiac hit harder then before.

"Where's the fun in that." He smirked darkly The feeling of his leg pressing between yours, his knee grinding against your core sends a shiver down your spine. Your brain finally stops processes what he says and you stop struggling when the heat becomes too much, it becoming difficult to breathe.

"I've read that aphrodisiacs are effective for integrating on enemies during integration because the pleasure they experience drives them insane and compels them to submit.

you clicked your tongue In anger he comes closer to you and makes his way over you to your horror he begins to grind on you.

"P-please," you plead. "Just let me go. I w-won't tell anyone, I promise." You cringe at how pathetic you sound, your voice barely above a whisper not mention your dignity out the window as your there naked. as you struggle not to collapse into a blubbering mess since the effects of the aphrodisiac hit harder then before

The feeling of his leg pressing between yours, his knee grinding against your core sends a shiver down your spine. Your brain finally stops processes what he says and you stop struggling when the heat becomes too much, it becoming difficult to breathe.

"There we go. Much better."

The hand Ghost has on your hip slips past your inner thighs. Your lip trembles as his fingers find your clit and rub in slow small circles. Your hips slowly grind in response, . you hoped As much as Ghost didn't notice your movement, his dark smile says otherwise.

Oh, have I kept you waiting? too bad im the one making the moves "

"f-fuck y-you-, g-get the fuck off me~

You want to adamantly deny him but you feel two of his fingers slip inside of you, scissoring slowly and he thrusts them in and out. you've never felt this good in your entire life .

You cut off as a moan escapes you. Ghost's fingers curl as he finds your g-spot with ease, moving them faster. You whine at the pleasurable stimulation, pushing against Ghost's chest in a feeble attempt to get him to stop. His fingers shouldn't feel this good; no one's should! Not even your own do.

"Come on, darling. You'll feel much better if you relieve a little tension. just tell me who you work for"

"g-go fuck yourself ahh~ ."

You sob as you desperately try to stave off your orgasm. You know it's all in vain as your hips keep raising with every thrust of his fingers. Ghost grins at your flushed expression and enjoys the sounds he's eliciting from you.

"You look so beautiful with your lewd expressions, But you gotta give me a name sweet heart"

" Stop! ugh i won't give in to you "

"Well see how long you can keep that up."

Whatever comes out of Ghost's mouth next you don't hear due to the ringing in your ears. Your orgasm is intense to the point it borders on painful which only perpetuates your orgasm further. as you finally come down, Ghost slowing down before he stops.

"That's a good girl. Feel better now?"

"F-Fuck you."

" I don't blame you for being a needy pet, though. Now you gonna tell me who you work for?"

Ghost releases your throat and you're finally able to breathe properly. He hums as he pulls his hand from your pants, licking his fingers to taste you. You blush heavily at the action but say nothing.

"You taste delicious."

"y-your insane."

"to the extreme baby. the things I want to do to are coming true."

The way your eyes go wide make the soldier laugh, your expression mortified embarrassment. Looking up at him, the color drains from your face as you see he's freed his cock from the confines of his pants and is stroking himself. You feel the haze of your post-orgasm fade and you slowly attempt to move. Ghost's quick to catch on.

"Stay still"

"No, you psycho!"

That was probably not the right thing to say to your executioner. Especially since you're in a very vulnerable position. He's no longer smiling through his mask, his eyes glowing softly.

"You know. I shouldn't reward a brat for such bratty behavior, but you seem like you'll feel better after you get your brains fucked out."

Ghost grips your hips, rubbing his length between your folds. You whimper softly; partly because you don't want this and partly because the aphrodisiac is making your body still warm up.

"You're so fucking wet. You keep acting like you don't want me when you really do."

"You fucking- "

A choked groan escapes you as Ghost thrusts in completely in a full nelson position. Why is he so fucking big?! Your tied hands fist into your palms.

"F-Fuck, it hurts!"

You feel as good as one hand cups your cheek and wipes away a lone tear.

"too big, please."

"You'll be fine. You like a little bit of pain, don't you?"

"No, I-"

Ghost cuts you off by thrusting harshly, It's a reactive response. Ghost growls lowly before he presses his lips to yours. As much as you want him to stop, the kiss is a welcome distraction from the pain as you adjust to his size.

There's a fuzzy feeling at the edges of your mind as you dance back and forth between pain and pleasure.

It's also a result of not having enough air as Ghost kisses you breathless. You can already feel a second orgasm building. Never would you have anticipated you would get off to this, but, for some reason, every ounce of pain is converted to pleasure.

Especially when Ghost's hands become too hot on your hips. You're able to break the kiss to breathe, Ghost trailing his lips down the column of your throat.

"Please, I can't take anymore. Please, stop."

"Tell me who you work for, just give me a name and ill give you what you want"

"I- Your cock's too big."

"Aww, too much for my sweet girl?"

" Y-yes. "

" Good. "

Ghost releases your hips which gives you some relief, only for them to find their home back around your throat. your eyes widening in panic as you can't breathe.

"You can breathe after you give me a name. I can feel you're already close. Be a good girl and answer me"

Ghost's harsh and punishing pace, his tight hold on your throat, and your sensitivity has you on the edge. You whimper softly as you finally reach your almost orgasm, spots dotting your vision.

"f-fuck! Graves!"

Ghost smirks and relaxes his grip you gasp harshly as you gulp down air desperately. His breath fans across your face as his forehead rests against yours. It takes you a minute to come out of your haze as you realize his rhythm is faltering.

"P-pull out."

"You don't tell me what to do, darling. If I wanna knock you up, I will. "

" No-! "

He groans as he climaxes, filling you. It's quiet, or so you think. You realize you're sobbing quietly, feeling dread wash over you. Ghost rolls his hips upward to grab your attention, a whine escaping you.

"Thank you for the intel darling, now that wasn't so hard."

You don't say anything. You don't even look at him, facing towards the wall. Ghost gently noses your cheek and jaw.

"I'm keeping you, and your gonna be my fuck doll forever."

#mw2 smut #cod mw2 #mw2 spoilers #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x y/n #simon riley smut #mw2 fanfic #mw2 ghost #simon riley x you #ghost call of duty #ghost oneshot #ghost mw2

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Omg I never get to do your theme nights!!

What about 20. 'Why do you feel the need to specify we’re 'just friends?’ with Loki?

Maybe reader is being teased by the team about her crush but she is terrified of ruining her tentative new friendship with him. Later he comes up to her and asks💕

Welcome bestie! Happy you get to participate this time! You were actually my only request lol. I love this btw, let this be my first request in months of not writing anything :)

Ever since Natasha found out about my feelings for Loki and told Thor about it, I've been avoiding the lying God like the plague. Her so called moral quandary (as she called it) was debating whether or not to tell Thor to 'help' me move a step in the right direction, knowing Thor can't keep his mouth shut for the life of him, or just keeping it to herself and watching me 'pathetically' (her words) watch him from the side lines.

I knew that moments after she told Thor last night that Loki would soon find out, minutes or hours later, he would eventually learn of my feelings for him after preaching to everyone for months that we're just friends and that's alright by me.

He's a flirty one, with a silver tongue that spews anything that his audience wants to hear so why should I believe that his flirting is meant towards me any differently than it is towards any other woman on the Avengers campus? I have no reason to believe that he would feel any differently towards me than he does Natasha.

But still I wait, sitting on my bed with a book that Loki leant me in my hands, my eyes reading the words but my brain doing nothing with them. All I can do is listen closely to each of the footsteps passing my door, hoping that it isn't Loki approaching to confront me.

Eventually, the familiar thud of his boots sounds from outside my door and they pause for a moment outside before a knock thuds throughout my room.

"Yeah?" I call out and the door opens moments later to reveal Loki, softer than ever, curious eyes meeting mine as he steps into my room. "What can I do for you, God of Mischief?"

"I have a question." He says without missing a beat, ringing his hands in front of him as he sways nervously on his feet, biting at his lip.

"Alright, ask." I shrug, feeling my heart beating out of my chest, rapidly pounding as he looks at me with wide eyes, his regular smirk slipping across his lips as he takes a step closer to the edge of my bed where I sit.

"Do you feel for me?" I pause, head tilting dumbly at him.

"Feel for you?"

"You like me, yes?" He sits down beside me, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair and I clear my throat, putting on a confident front as I look for the right words.

"We're friends."

"Why do you feel the need to specify we’re 'just friends?" He asks with a nervous smirk and my eyebrows tick up in question. "Uh," he trails off, "if one were to hear through the grapevine that you felt for me, what should one do with that information?"

"I think one should act on it depending entirely on how they feel." My hands shake in my lap as I scoot a little closer to him, testing the waters as he lets me approach him.

"Alright." He smiles softly. "I feel for you."

"You do?" I ask, spine straightening and a huge smile breaking out across my face as he smiles sincerely, hand reaching out to rest against the bed beside me and I fight the urge to look down at his fingers that are inches away from me.

"I have for a while."

"I never thought I'd see you blush." I reach up to pat his cheek and he rolls his eyes, fingers wrapping around my wrist to pull it away from his face.

"I am not blushing." He chuckles, shoving me playfully away from him with a deep crimson coating his cheeks and neck. "God's don't blush."

"God's don't blu- yeah, okay, tough guy."

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #marvel #marvel fic

[lungache]

a present for the much loved @sunriseverse

have some imperfect fem iron triangle cuddles! as a treat!!!

Wu Xie wakes up with a face full of tit. Usually, this would be a delight! Except Wu Xie can't breathe, made all the worse by the fact that Pangzi is half laying on top of her, pressing down her chest with her not-insignificant heft. Whenever she imagined suffocating to death in a tomb, she has to admit, she never expected breasts to be involved... which, when you put it that way, is not a bad way to go.

Not the point. The point is she's asphyxiating.

With no small amount of effort, she manages to shove Pangzi off her enough that she can gulp down air, her poor broken lungs wheezing from the effort. Pangzi doesn't wake up, just shifts away from the pushing, the arm she has thrown over Wu Xie dragging her closer. She can't move but at least she can breathe.

On her other side, she can feel Xiaoge move just the tiniest amount. The sound must have woken her up, but she doesn't turn from where she's laying facing chamber they set up camp in, still monitoring their surroundings, clearly trusting Wu Xie not to die in such a pathetic way. Wu Xie extends an arm, pressing the side of it against the length of Xiaoge's spine, a quiet acknowledgement. She doesn't expect anything in return, so she's surprised when Xiaoge scoots in closer, pressing her back to Wu Xie, letting the curve of it rest in the soft angle of Wu Xie's side. It pins Wu Xie's arm, essentially immobilized. Wu Xie huffs out a laugh. They have her thoroughly trapped. What a perfect place to be.

-

Pangzi's wives are the biggest heat leeches of all time, Pangzi is sure of it. During the winter, they steal all of Pangzi's blankets and sweaters, give her big sad cow eyes until she makes them tea and soup, and glue themselves to her side at any given moment. Even on the coldest days, Pangzi has a nice layer of insulation that keeps her warmer than the others, but more than that she just runs hot naturally. Xiaoge and Wu Xie take full advantage of it throughout the day, but it's the worst at night.

Pangzi is the only one with something approximating a bedtime (she's old, leave her alone) while her partners tend to stay up late, Wu Xie with her books and Xiaoge enjoying time outside or in her various nooks around the property.  Pangzi gets in, laying dead center on the bed on her back, and waits. She doesn't have to wait long, however, because, sure enough, five minutes later she hears them scurrying around in the bathroom and closet. She feels both sides of the blanket lift and the bed dip and Pangzi just sighs and opens her arms, an invitation that is swiftly taken advantage of. They cuddle up on either side of her, pressing their cold skin to hers. Wu Xie tangles her freezing feet with Pangzi's, having not even bothering with socks like a inconsiderate ass she is. Pangzi traps them between her calves to warm them up and Wu Xie wiggles her toes.

Xiaoge is like a heat sink, always nearly unnaturally cold-- sometimes to a degree that worries Pangzi. She shoves her icicle hands against Pangzi, one stuck between Pangzi's back and the mattress, the other up her shirt, tucked under the swell of her breast. Her skin breaks out into goosebumps, freezing, and she groans.

"Menaces, the both of you. Can't you leave your poor wife to rest peacefully for once?"

Despite her complaints, she wraps her arms tight around the both of them, pulling them in close, and lets them steal all the warmth they can stand. They can have it all.

-

It's been a long, exhausting week. It isn't often that Xiaoge goes off on her own since the they're "retired" but sometimes she just needs to get away. She loves her partners deeply but they can also be a lot, so she keeps thinking this will be a solution. But they're hers, and every time she leaves she always finds herself immediately yearning for home.

She gets back in the middle of the night, dusty, tired, and grumpy. her only thought is to drag herself to bed and sleep off the long trip. She kicks out of her boots at the door, already hearing Pangzi's much-loved naggy voice complaining about her tracking her tomb stained footprints around the house. But instead of that frustrating her further she only feels warm. She missed Pangzi, she missed both of them, and the reminder that they are near is enough to lift her spirits, even if just the tiniest bit. The house is silent and dark and something in her settles in the peaceful stillness of her home. (Home, she still thinks with no small amount of wonder, she has a home, now.) She pads through the house in socked feet, making a beeline for the bedroom.

Bundled up under the blankets are the two people she loves most in the world. They're tangled only loosely, Wu Xie having flung herself to the side in her sleep and Pangzi not having pulled her back in like an octopus yet. Xiaoge stares at the space between the two of them with such intense longing. Perhaps... Stripping quickly, she climbs into bed, wiggling and squirming until she is under the blanket, contorting her body so he can fit in the little space without bothering the two of them. It's so warm and perfect. She thinks it couldn't get better than this, being so close. Pangzi proves her wrong.

"Xiaoge'r," she slurs, flopping onto her side, arm flung around Xiaoge, pulling her close against her chest. It's heaven. There is only one way it could be better... and then Pangzi is grabbing Wu Xie by the far shoulder, tugging her so she flops on top over against Xiaoge's other side, in what is technically a spoon but is really just a lean. Despite clearly still being asleep, Wu Xie presses a clumsy kiss to the back of her neck. It's everything she could ever want and more.

#iron triangle #pingpangxie #dmbj #fem au #genderbend #you ever write something stupid #yeah #my fic #mine

[lady-charinette]

Since you're bored anyways, how about Love square (pick a side) and "Who hurt you?"

Ohhh I love that one! :3

Warning: a bit of gore and blood, definitely graphic violence.

"Who did this?" This wasn't her kitty, the low rumble of his voice, like distant thunder, carried an underlying threat.

Sharp teeth normally hidden behind a boyish smile were now eager to sink into the throat of whoever left his lady in the state she was in.

Marinette had transformed back, her injuries too much for even Tikki to fully heal while transformed. Her voice was heart-rending, each cry echoing her despair. "Please...please don't! Don't lose yourself, kitty, just-just leave him be. Please! Please-"

Marinette reached a trembling hand towards Chat Noir's, where his claws came out more elongated than before. It recoiled like a frightened snake from her touch.

His claws flexed and dug into the concrete beneath their bodies, breaking through the tough material. "Marinette."

Her head snapped up, her heart skipping a beat in fright at the murderous glare in her partner's normally gentle eyes. "Who hurt you?"

His ire from earlier seemed to calm, but Marinette wasn't sure if it was the calm before the storm. Or rather before the apocalypse.

Tikki tried comforting her wielder, but didn't seem too concerned with Chat Noir's state. She knew Plagg's charges could get dangerous when their loved ones are harmed, she had experienced it too many times.

Marinette whispered the name of the offender and Chat Noir's eyes widened. The hair at the back of his neck stood at attention, creating the appearance of a cat's arched back.

With slit pupils to match.

A slow smile spread his lips, a chuckle escapig them that held neither joy nor mirth. It carried something much darker.

His guttural voice sent shivers down Marinette's spine. "Wait for me, m'lady."

Before she could stop him, Chat Noir was gone, a path of cracked asphalt left in his wake.

The ground beneath her body trembled, as if the earth itself recoiled in fright at the rage the wielder of destruction would unleash upon it. As if earth feared its own demise.

"Tikki...I have to transform...He will...he will kill him!"

Tikki shushed her friend, nuzzling her cheek. "Shh, Marinette. We can't stop them in this state. Plagg can only do so much to control him, but there's no telling if Chat Noir is angry enough to kill him with his cataclysm."

Marinette sobbed, her body trembling and coiling around itself to stifle the pain shooting through her like lightning bolts.

Her last conscious thought was of her kitty.

'Please, come back to me.'

"You..." the ground shattered into cracks as soon as Chat Noir's foot hit its surface, a gust of black smoke escaping it.

The figure on the ground, bleeding profusely from a split lip and busted eye, quivered.

Gabriel Agreste never cowered in front of anyone.

But even a man as proud as him could admit defeat when staring death in the eye.

Chat Noir titled his head to the side, eerily silent, previously green eyes now flashing white when thunder and lightning struck behind him. His figure flickered, Gabriel thought it to be a trick of the eye, but in reality, Chat Noir had moved.

Fast.

A gust of wind was the only warning Gabriel had, before his body was slammed into a hard surface.

Bone snapped under the force, and Gabriel cried out when something hot inside of his body burst painfully.

A low growl made Gabriel whip his head to the side, but all he saw was black when the hero's knee crushed his jaw, shattering the bone like glass. The sickening crack echoed uncomfortably in his ear.

"This..." claws gripping his hair, digging into his scalp and causing rivulets of blood to drip down his face. Gabriel couldn't answer, his jaw was broken. "And this..." running a single clawed finger down Gabriel's chest, a blood soaked trail following it, Gabriel's body jolted in pain and he whimpered pathetically. "...is for everything you did to her. Scum."

Eyes wide, Gabriel gasped for air and convulsed, he recoiled at the exploding pain spreading quickly throughout his stomach.

He almost didn't catch Chat Noir's harsh whisper in his ear. "Cataclysm..."

Gabriel fell forward, his broken body hitting the pavement with a hard thud, further smashing his already broken nose. His body still convulsed and flinched, the effects of cataclysm slowly spreading within to rot his organs away.

Just like he had tried slowly sapping the life out of Ladybug. Out of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Vaguely, Gabriel registered heavy footsteps walking away, leaving behind a trail of cracked concrete and blood.

-

Marinette was sure Tikki had healed her, but the pain still shook her awake the next morning.

Instead of the freezing cold she felt before she lost consciousness, she was surrounded by warmth and softness.

A blanket wrapped around her and Marinette smelled the disinfectant in the air.

Did Tikki dress and clean her wounds? Was she home?

She smelled the familiar whiff of cheese and a wave of calm washed over her broken body.

Chat Noir.

Slowly turning her head, she caught unruly blond strands falling into a peaceful, handsome face.

His mask was still on, but Marinette knew he must have transformed back sometime in the night.

His hand lay protectively over her stomach, a pack of ice next to her on the bed.

He had taken her home and treated her injuries.

Feeling the sting of gratitude in her eyes, turning her world watery, Marinette carefully turned and buried her face into Chat Noir's suit.

A clawed hand gently sifted through her hair and Marinette started to cry at how gently he held her to him and cradled her. The low purr from his throat lulled her back to sleep, but not before Marinette whispered into his throat. "You're here, kitty."

Chat Noir nuzzled her head slowly, placing a soft kiss on top of it. "Always, princess."

Thanks for reading!

#miraculous ladybug #ml #chat noir #ladybug #marinette dupaincheng #marichat #one sided reveal #gabriel agreste #graphic depictions of violence #a bit of gorey descriptions #violence #blood and gore #ml writing prompt #my fic #my fics #miraculous

[amdapori]

FFXIVWrite2022 Prompt #6

Prompt #6 Last/Next Rules & Info

Title: My Legs Grow Tired, Tell Us Where Must We Wander

Voidsent were not new to her. She dealt with them in her black magicks, and now she had made a pact with one when her mage oath had always been to not let them through to this world.

Hah. How pathetic. Maybe this business with pasts coming back to haunt someone really had gotten to her. Caelia had been saying she had been losing her mind, but perhaps this was the peak of it all.

I'll lend you my strength. After all, you can't even lift that weapon, can you?

A magic rod was much different than a scythe, and how ironic that she had taken up a scythe instead for this trip into a snowy hell to get back her lover. But having these new abilities were burdensome. Keeping a voidsent, hungry for aether when she had so much of it, suppressed enough to not be taken over was going to be taxing on her, and Caelia could already feel it becoming tiring. Constantly gnawing, gnashing, clawing to be let free, to devour, devour, devour--

"Ngh, shut up. If I can use your energies to power my spells, I can keep a leash on you. I will. I have to."

Will you? Or will you let yourself succumb when I become too much for you to bear? And when you do, I'll feast on whatever I can.

The chill that ran down her spine was enough to make Caelia visibly shudder. It was waiting to break free, and with her already fragile mind it would make it easier. She would have to hold out as best she could, it would be over soon. There would be no more danger, and perhaps she could weaken this link, not partake in this ability again unless it was needed in an emergency.

...right?

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2022 #caelia silverarch

[parallel-selfs]

Playful Land (Chapter 5)

Translation by Ekala and Gasumasuku Gamer.

;-;

"Hell will welcome you... with open arms." (The first thing that popped in my head)

"Dude, you tricked teenagers... this doesn't make you look smart, it makes you look... pathetic..."

(Grim ;-;)

Kalim, no.

Kalim, remove your mask, go off on them.

Ace, I love you. I know he's giving the most pathetic whine.

"But Ferro, I crave violence." -Gidel

I just thought of how to defeat Ferro. Tie him up and have Ortho threat to carry him above the park unless he tells them how to reverse the curse.

Coward.

Rude.

Ortho, tie him up.

Fuck this guy. (I don't hate the character, I just like bullying him)

Ortho has fallen, but is still floating.

That's complete BS! Well, my theory is yeeted out of the window like the fox tail.

Even Ace and Ferro like "guys, we're in the middle of something."

I want Kalim to say "fuck you."

Yeah, because they're teenagers, teenagers are rebellious. And they can say they hate school because they actually go to school unlike a butthurt adult.

Kalim keeps you on your toes.

Kalim was willing to pay you to release his friends, you could gotten more money than the original payment.

He declined out of pride and trying to prove something to himself which made him lose his conscience.

"Knowledge is power, school is a place of knowledge."

Gidel is using sign language, we all know it's true.

Damn, Ace.

They didn't lose to you, they lost to Saw-like amusement park.

(A terrifying experience, Cater)

Grim immediately jumping into Kalim's arms is cute.

"Wait. Where's Kate?" -Ace

*Vomiting sounds in background*

"She's... not doing well at the moment." -Grim

"I got her." -Ortho

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"What are we doing?" Alice is leaning on Ortho for support.

"Oh, Alice, how are you feel- Ahh! What is that on your face?!" -Ferro

"Blot." It's coming from her nose, mouth and ears.

"After quickly scanning her body, it seems the spell was preventing her blot from filtering out properly. It's going to take quite awhile for it flush out of her system completely." -Ortho

"She looks like she's ready to collapse. Ortho, I'll carry her." -Jack

"Wha- why are you so relaxed about this?" -Ferro

"Because 1) they're used to it, and 2) don't ask questions you don't want the answer to."

Kalim wouldn't break his happy-go-lucky attitude, but that doesn't mean he can't break your spine.

She destroys a small building, and then lies down on a bench.

Ah shit.

You called them idiots, now you're expecting them to save you. Bruh.

"Get on the eels' back."

Holding on the bench tightly.

"That was one hell of a ride."

When Ferro says he wouldn't be caught, police officers start shouting and running over. "Wha- why is the police doing here?" Ace says, surprised.

Ferro is arrested and catches the sight of Alice's evil smile as he's taken away with Gidel being led by another officer.

The group is brought to the side as the park is searched. They are questioned while Ortho treats Alice. Professor Trein and Crewel run over to the group and are clearly relieved to see them, then start lecturing them on how foolish it was to trust a stranger and skip school.

"Bailey and Anderson informed us early this morning about Playful Land and to call the police."

The students look defended while being chewed out. "Question, why did you and the police know we were here?" Ortho asks.

Ortho knows this and decides to help her by explaining Ferro's magic and how it affected them. The rest joins in.

"Miss Winter asked them to tell us if she didn't come back last night or this morning. Which brings me to why didn't you tell us last night, Miss Winter? This was extremely irresponsible of you to let your life and others' lives be in danger."

"But Professor Trein, Professor Crewel, Fellow Honest's magic prevent me from saying anything to you two. I was lucky enough to able to say something to my students," she lies.

"Beside, if we didn't go the park wouldn't be found out that was being used to turn people into dolls. We were seen with the fox who tricked everyone, therefore, Night Raven College students saved the day."

The customers of the park are seen as they walk passed the group with officers and locals guiding them to a safer area. The two grow quiet. Professor Trein assigns them a punishment to finish both yesterday's and today's assignments before 5pm.

With a sigh of tiredness, the students accept before being treated for injuries.

#twisted wonderland #alice #facts about alice #twst event

[fang-natic]

Sing, Nightingale (part 1) - keigo tamaki x top!reader

You needed to know what he knew, but he wasn't going to give it up without a fight. Not that that matters. You know exactly what kind of fight to give him.

cw: kidnapping, noncon, bondage, mild knifeplay, orgasm denial, bdsm elements, humiliation, blackmail, drugging, needles, overstimulation, wing kink (is that what we're calling it)

an: i said i'd do it so i did. i dont know why i did it. or why it's so fucking long (gdocs says it's 1.3k, what the fuck). but i read some oneshots and did some limited browsing of the wiki so here you go. if you see something that doesn't make sense with the canon, no you don't <3

now i need to write a part 2 for this where you actually get to fuck him stupid. part 2 will probably establish reader to be amab, but you can read this part one as gn!reader

"So, who are you working with?" Hawk asks, cheeks still pink from where you'd ripped the duct tape off. "The Liberation Front? Some evil-League-offshoot? Or are you rogue?"

God, he's talkative. His wings are depleted to ragged, feathery stumps and ropes are criss-crossed over his arms and torso. He's on his knees right now, legs spread with shins bound to his thighs, and a bruise forming nicely on his cheek. Despite that, he still has the gall to mouth off.

You respond with another sharp backhand, this time across the other cheek, sending him careening to the side. "That's none of your concern," You drawl. "You're simply here to tell me what you know, and I'm here to learn it. However long that takes is up to you."

He slowly draws himself back up, shaking his head. He spits some blood onto the floor - "Damn, bit my cheek," he mutters - and looks up at you again. Still no fear in those golden eyes. A lazy grin on his abused face. "You get right to the point, huh? Damn, I like you a lot better than the other villains already."

"Then I take it that you'll be cooperative?"

"Ha, fuck no."

You kick him this time. Not hard enough to break his neck, but you catch him upside the chin, and hear the sharp clack of his teeth snapping together. His head almost droops to the floor in pain before he catches himself. "Almost felt that one."

"You're insufferable." You debate kicking him again, but you need his jaw intact so he can actually give you the info you need.

"That's what they all tell me," He laughs around the blood in his mouth. "Don't flatter yourself by thinking you're the first one to catch me. Plenty of other villains have tried the same thing, and none of them have actually made me sing. You're not gonna be very different."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

You crouch down with a knife in hand, and start the process of cutting away his clothes. He shivers as you make quick work of his shirt, and you can feel his heartbeat peak against his skin, though that doesn't actually stop the cocky lilt of his voice.

"Ah, classic, classic. The ol 'strip-and-whip' method. Most people buy me dinner first, but you're hot so I can make the exception-" He stutters a bit as you grab the waistband of his pants, jerking it upwards so you can drag the blade down the seams. "Phew, you're thorough, huh? Though I can't blame you, my ass is to die for-"

"You're rambling," You chide him. He's now entirely naked, save for his underwear and the shreds of his clothes that are still pinned do this body by the ropes. "Are you nervous, Keigo?"

"Hey now," He protests. "We're not on a first name basis. And this isn't my first rodeo, so..." He trails off as you pull at the elastic of his underwear so harshly it rips. "Whoa, okay, buy me dinner first." He laughs, but it's pitched a little higher.

"I know the kind of villains you've dealt with, Keigo." You touch the knife under his chin and tilt him up to meet his eyes. Finally, some reaction - his pupils have gone small with poorly-concealed fear. "The ones that use electricity and knives to try and make you talk. But you're a spy, aren't you? You're trained to deal with pain. I could cut you up bloody and you still wouldn't sing."

Your other hand squeezes his thigh, traveling up to his hip, tracing along the curve of his hipbone. "But I'm not like those other villains," You say, voice low and murmured right into his ear, as you press your palm against his cock, feeling it twitch as he yelps. "You're going to wish I was."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

You have him blindfolded now, and still kneeling in the middle of the cold, concrete room. His cock is stiff and drooling against his abdomen, leashed by a ring at the base. Vibrators hum from where they're clipped to his nipples, and stuffed deep into his ass.

His spine jerks as you play idly with the remote, a whine breaking out behind his clenched teeth. You've been at this for a while now, and he'd been mouthy at first, telling you how this was 'a normal Saturday night for him', and 'I don't need a safeword, don't worry' and 'can I call you daddy or is that off the table.' He'd shut up at the half-hour mark when he realized he was wasting his breath, and that you weren't kidding when you said you had no time limit.

Even so, he was handling things impressively. His bottom lip was bitten raw from where he'd tried to keep quiet, and not once has he begged or pleaded. You were going to need to step things up.

You turn the vibrations down, and he relaxes for an instant, before tensing up the moment he hears your footsteps approach. "What, bored already?" He rasps, making a grin that was more like a snarl. "And here I thought I was putting on a good show."

"I'm about to make it a better one, no worries." You pull the ring off his cock in one quick motion, and it bobbles obscenely. When you lift up a corner of the blindfold, a golden, watery eye blinks back. In your other hand, you hold a syringe, courtesy of Dr. Garaki himself (or pilfered from his laboratory, more like), and he darts between looking at you and it, eying the little needle nervously. "Don't worry, little bird. This isn't a Quirk-eraser or anything like that. It's just going to make you feel things." You pause. "Feel everything, in fact."

"Get away from me," He hisses, facade cracking as you bring the needle down near his neck. You fist your hand in his hair and force his head back, exposing the smooth contour of his throat. "Don't you fucking dare-"

"Whoops," You hum, as you inject him. "Too late."

His entire body shudders, and his eyes goes wide, pupil shrinking to a thin slit, and his mouth drops open in a shaky gasp. Garaki really outdid himself with this one, because the moment you release the hero he's curling in on himself, skin already flushing brightly in the cool air.

"What did-" He groans, throat working in a dry swallow. "What did you fucking do?!"

"It's terrible, isn't it?" You watch as he writhes, trying to position himself in a way that won't make him feel the ropes that are cutting into his skin, or the grit on the floor beneath his knees. "Everything that touches you is now amplified. Like so-" And you demonstrate and dragging one finger along the base of his wing, and he shakes like a leaf, a helpless whimper falling out of his throat. "Isn't that overwhelming?"

He growls, and flaps pathetically. "Don't you fucking touch them."

Ah, that's right. You remember he'd mentioned something about that. In some talk show or another; how he could feel things through his feathers, but only the ones at the base, and how he'd sometimes spend his free time combing through them.

You reach out now and grab one of his wings, squeezing and twisting, feeling all those little feathers tickle at your palm. Keigo, on the other hand, screams as if you shot him, and-

He cums just like that. Splatters white across the gray cement and onto his own stomach. His thighs shaking with the force of it, getting rubbed pink and stinging against the floor, and the blindfold darkens around his eyes with tears. He's gasping for breath like he just finished a race.

You can't help but laugh - one rough touch, and he was undone. You reach down and squeeze his softening cock, and he spasms, shaking his head. "Wai wait wait no, too much it hurts I can't-"

"Sure you can," You twist your hand, and he chokes on air. "Or do you want to be a good boy and finally tell me what I want to know?"

His jaw clamps shut at that, and you sigh. "Guess not." You shrug, and you squeeze a little tighter to watch him cry out.

#keigo tamaki smut #keigo tamaki x reader smut #hawks x reader smut #mha smut #dark mha #top!reader #dark fantasy #dark content #tw: noncon #bottom hawks #fang-natic works #im so glad i posted this the same day of bi mineta drop hslfkjalsdkfjlaskdjflaskdhglaksdjflaksdjf #i dont know who mineta is except i know i hate him and he's apparently bi in canon now LMAOOOOOOO #im so glad i dont care about mha

[holycolordreamertree]

@thatonedorkthatdraws, you made a huge mistake with the latest Marcy and Core comic. I knew she was doing too well after everything that had happened to her. Now I offer you this angst drabble. I hope you enjoy.

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"Ah!!"

Marcy woke up not knowing where she was standing. Her head was spinning with an incredible headache and she was completely disoriented, god it felt like she had been hit by a truck.

When she stabilized a bit, she discovered her surroundings: she is no longer in her room, instead she is in a corridor of the castle, apparently near the throne room due to the luxurious decorations, there are several columns covered with purple curtains and the symbol of newtopia Marked in strong gold that shimmers in the light, there are also several priceless pottery and antiques. The castle had received a complete makeover and decoration once Andrias was no longer on the throne.

Looking out a nearby window she could glimpse that it's still night, "that explains why everything is so dark...wait I'm in the middle of a corridor, oh no it HAPPENED AGAIN".

As soon as she realized what had happened, she ran straight to her room, ignoring the strange looks that the guards on their night turn gave her "they're used to it" Marcy reminds herself, it's not the first time that they find her walking in the middle of the night, the problem, none of they really knows the cause and Marcy will never dare to tell them.

This time it seems that it was longer as she was quite far from her room, she had to take a couple of turns around corners and run through several corridors to get to the wooden door. Clearly her fitness took its toll, she felt like she had run a marathon, her legs aching, her head throbbing from lack of sleep and overwhelming whispers, her lungs trying to inhale as much air as possible making her heart beat faster, quickly carrying more oxygenated blood through her body.

Her room is just as she left it when she went to sleep, except for the fact that the door is open and the bed sheets are scattered on the floor. Without waiting any longer, she closed the door, making sure that no one saw her, and went straight to the mirror that was found on one side of the room and shot a sharp and withering look at her reflection, if anyone entered her room at this time and see Marcy's condition, would say she's crazy. She focused firmly and stubbornly on the mirror

"I know you can hear me"

The reflection changed, Marcy no longer had her pajamas, now she has a dark violet armor with a neck covered with soft fur that formed a kind of hood, a green skirt, two pairs of orange horns on her head, and seven orange eyes with yellow irises: three larger ones located where the human eyes normally are and one on the forehead, two pairs of smaller eyes are in between the three larger ones located almost in the hair. Three more pairs of eyes on the armor and her characteristic fingerless gloves but instead of blue they are now violet. The Core flashes an evil grin, almost looking amused.

"What's wrong little one, you don't like night walks?"

Marcy really wanted to throw the mirror across the room if it meant she didn't have to deal with this idiot, but it wasn't going to work.

"I won't let you have control, not again!"

The Core let out a laugh that sent shivers down Marcy's spine, "Seriously you're pathetic, I don't need you to give me control, sooner or later you'll break like a window with a rock thrown at it and no one will be able to defend the poor and sad Mar-Mar"

God it already started their unbearable routine

"I don't need to be defended, I have control over my body, you are no more than an annoying voice in my head and it is only a matter of time before you rot and get out of my life"

The Core sighed as it shook their head in denial "you know I can't understand how you are the smartest enough to be a worthy bearer of the gem of wit and at the same time you are so blind to what you have in front of you, which leads me to ask me if it is that you are so distracted or is there really something in your conscience that does not want you to perceive it"

Marcy could feel her hands trembling. What is The Core talking about? "What are you talking about?" It came out more of a hiss than Marcy would like.

"Tell me, Marcy, do you really think it's all zeros and ones? Or do you think there's something behind it?"

"..."

"fear, you're afraid"

Marcy felt the blood come out of her face "I'm not afraid of you"

"Not towards me, rather to what could happen if I repair to regain control, either by your will or by force, and achieve my goals"

"You won't be in control, I'll always be alert!!!" Marcy definitely wanted to throw her fist against the glass.

The Core cocks their head to the side "Always? If that's true, how come I managed to gain control over your body while you sleep, or when you have a mental breakdown from stress and my voice gets so loud you can't resist?"

Marcy squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears with her hands as she turned her back to the mirror. She couldn't see it but she felt The Core change its form into one they thought was more terrifying. Marcy knows this form and the last thing she gives it at this point after dealing with it so much is fear.

The new form has a body similar to black ink whose shape became more irregular when it reached the ground, the face is a human form almost a replica of Marcy's, except for the amount of eyes and horns and now it is completely black like a black-hole , the hair now a metallic white and the fur from the hood now spreads down the back of the creature as if it were its own hair that grew naturally, on each side a robotic arm connected to the body with a thick orange cable and at the end sharp metal claws with a color more like a bluish-gray with the fingers a shade greener than the palm.

"SHUT UP SHUT UP!!! I'm sick of you and listening to you every hour of the day in my head!"

"Do you think I don't too? My purpose is not to wander through the mind of a girl who is too stubborn to realize my proposal"

"Yes, no. Your disgusting proposal to give you control so you can destroy all the worlds while I become nothing more than an annoying little voice in your head muffled by the rest of the voices inside you doesn't work for me, and will never do"

"So you prefer to suffer in silence and have to deal with me for the rest of your life?"

"It's better than being without friends"

"Those friends of yours again, mmmh" a maniacal smile forms on The Core's lips "what do you think their faces will look like when they find out I'm still here?"

Marcy turned around facing The Core face to face "They won't find out, I won't allow it"

"Remember Marcy you can't stay alert forever, even when you sleep you become vulnerable enough for me to take control and walk around the castle at ease. It doesn't matter the place, the time or what world you are in, I'll take it the moment  I see an opportunity, you can't ignore me and keep me in your mind forever, until then..."

The figure disappears leaving Marcy contemplating her true reflection, the high moon lets in light through the window, today was Friday and tomorrow is Saturday Marcy reminds herself, she doesn't have to go to school on Earth which means she doesn't have to wake up early .

"If I fall asleep now The Core will take control" with that in mind she preferred to do an all-night, then she will deal with Olivia about not sleeping and why she has dark circles under her eyes but she have to do it to protect them from a threat that only she knows that still exists and is in the shadows waiting for the ideal moment. Marcy won't give it to it, she won't let it hurt anyone else.

Her mind tried to ignore the whispers of the voices of all those who ended up in The Core "if I give up I will be nothing more than another of those voices"

Without further ideas she threw herself on the bed and put her legs on her chest, her arms around her legs in a kind of hug to herself, she dropped her head on her knees, none of this serves to silence the unbearable voices but to Marcy It helps her to reflect "I don't want to end up like this, being a puppet controlled by a parasite that will destroy everything I care about and love" feeling a wave of adrenaline through her body she made a promise "I won't let that happen, never"

That night Marcy Wu did not go back to sleep

#amphibia #marcy wu #amphibia au #the core #amphibia core #amphibia the core #darcy wu #PO3 Au #power of three amphibia au

[shiii-kei]

ChoiCale Brainrot | Canon Compliant ch. 766

"...you also need treatment, Cale-nim." Choi Han tells the bloody and pale red-haired man.

Cale humorlessly chuckles, "I am not the one unconcious, am I?"

Choi Han tightens his hold on rhe scabbard of his sword, "Please stop making jokes like that, Cale-nim.."

"You know I didn't mean to." Cale turns around and Choi Han sees the tremble on those red brownish eyes, the ones he always look for confirmation, the ones he look for strength, the ones he always look for when he feels like getting sucked into darkness, darkness he never wants to be swallowed once again.

Choi Han looks at those very same strong eyes but this time, those eyes contains regret, though subtle, Choi Han sees it. Sees the way it glistens and sees the way it darkens like his seeing things from the past that Choi Han can't see. And maybe it is true because in just a span of a single second, Choi Han sees not Cale, but the exhausted and lonely lanky adult from Korea, the man who had everything but lost it as quickly as he got it, the man his nephew had cherished and treated like a true family. Kim Rok Soo. Choi Han sees it. And even though it breaks him inside, he can't. He can't.

Cale shrugs sluggishly, "I am not only pertaining to the joke but..." Choi Han sees him pursing his lips and Choi Han realizes he only want to kiss them despite everything Cale has done to them, especially to him.

And Choi Han doesn't even need a minute to realize what Cale truly meant because he knows.

He 'knows'.

So Choi Han watches as those beautiful red brownish tired eyes scans over their comrades, their family, his family, as each of them, one by one being put on top of a stretcher and silently being escorted back to the castle where they will get treatment. A treatment that they deserve. A treatment that Choi Han knows, Cale will stubbornly disagree if it concerns his self.

"Cale-nim."

"I am fine-"

"No." Cale flinches as he hears the firmness of Choi Han's short response. Cale thought that a small arguement will arise with him being insistent of not getting medical treatment and Choj Han's continuous persistence of wanting Cale to be treated. He guesses this is one of those days where he shouldn't provoke Choi Han any further. And though there are days where his provocation ends with something sweet, romantic and even rough...

'This time' Cale thinks as sweat pours at the back of his spine, 'I really shouldn't talk.'

So Cale stands, head down low as he finally feels the fatigue slowly hitting him like waves in the ocean. Soon enough his legs staggers and Choi Han is always there, always near him, always to be trusted, to hold and protect his body in moments he can't and even moments where he can. Cale releases a shaky breathe and gathered all of his strength in his pathetic grasp on Choi Han's black cloak. In his peripheral he can see it, he can feel it, the bodies of his strongest allies, being taken away, to be cared for, and Cale dreaded the seconds that passes where the only thing he has to do is wait. Wait in silence, wait in want, wait in hopelessness, wait in concern, wait, wait, wait wait wait wait--

A feather light touch on the crown of his head abruptly took him from his smothering thoughts. He looks up and Cale was once again astonished at this man's prominent and deadly yet handsome features. Cale would've turned bright red like gochujang of having thoughts like that in their current predicament but Cale was tired, so tired. And Choi Han knew this. And Cale knows that Choi Han is tired too.

Choi Han looks down at Cale in his arms and Cale felt like he would cry at the fondness that is stored on those beautiful obsidian eyes staring at him and only him. There are so many things that Cale wanted to say, to apologize, to thank for and yet there is only one thing that his mouth had managed to mutter.

Cale swallows his saliva before releasing his bottom lip that was stuck between his teeth and says-

"I know."

Cale hides his head under Choi Han's chin before the latter could see the tear that escaped his eyes nevertheless he knows his actions are futile because, Choi Han knows. He always knows. The way he caress his hand on the back of his head to soothe him and the possessive arm wrapped around his waist, Cale knows that he knows. He always does.

"It's karma... It's fucking karma."

Choi Han doesn't respond and it elicites out a chuckle from Cale.

"Aren't you supposed to comfort me?" At this point, this question's already rhetorical, because when it comes to comfort, Choi Han himself IS his comfort.

"...Maybe it is."

Cale shoots Choi Han a glare and smacks his arm despite his action deemed useless.

"But even if it is, that's the least thing they would want you to think."

Choi Han tucks in a strand of Cale's hair behind his ear and his lips form a small smile as he sees the ear quickly glowing red.

"Like how we waited for you, we will wait for them too. And though you don't like me pointing it out; you're scared. But Cale-nim, you don't have to." Choi Han holds his hand tenderly and Cale thinks he might die of how fast his heart is beating and the very fact that Choi Han could hear his heart pounding loud and clear doesn't make it go any slower than he wants it to be.

"You are not alone."

Cale stares.

"You are right. I am not."

Choi Han smiles and opens his mouth, "I don't think you can walk."

"You think?" Cale manages to snort, "I was seconds away from passing out earlier but then it happened..."

And Cale looks at hima nd unconciously batted his eyelashes. That action alone made Choi Han's heart skip a beat.

"You know what to do."

At any day Choi Han would've teased him further, making Cale say out loud what he wants him to do but right now, they are tired and they need rest and Cale loves cuddles and Choi Han never hesitates to give him the warmth that Cale seeks for everyday and everynight since the day they have looked at one another with eyes brimming with nothing but love.

So Choi Han smiles and Cale closes his eyes, letting go of the thread of conciousness he had forced himself to hold and lets himself fall, fall down deep into the abyss, because he knows he will be caught with familiar open arms and that is enough assurance of the blooming anxiety that is slowly disappearing from his very being.

POSTING THIS AGAIN EHEHEHEH

#trash of the count's family #cale henituse #choi han #tcf #lcf #tcf cale #choicale #lout of count’s family #raon miru #tcf manhwa #tcf fandom #lcf fandom #cale #poor alberu #alver #choi han x cale #cale x choi han #CH #Cale Henituse #Choi Jung Soo #lcf spoiler #lcf novel spoiler #tcf spoiler #updates

[yandere-wishes]

MONSTERS

👹 Yandere Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

👹Summary: Monsters aren’t born they're made, but Sukuna stumbles across the rare exception...

👹Warning: dehumanization, mention of gore, blood, slight dub-con mentioned in passing, death, past trauma, and abuse

👹 Edited: By the lovely @tealyjade-libran !

👹 Wordcount: 2,480

👹Alternative Tittle : If Roxanne ( from the Police song) lived in ancient Japan.

👹First Jujutsu kaisen fic! I hope you guys like it, please let me know your thoughts! Likes and reblogs appreciated!

Monsters were made. 

Slowly created as once blazing ideals, withered and died under harsh strokes of reality. Stitched together with broken promises and the ashes of rotting memories. 

Monsters were made

whisked into a role they once dreaded, once feared. Beaten into the role of the villain, the reprobate, the sinner. 

If anyone ever asked Sukuna when was the exact moment he turned his back on the laws of "good" and "evil", shedding his human skin to regrow a pelt of hate and destruction,

He would simply answer, "Never".

Because skin is skin no matter how much it decays. Even if the epidermis turns into a rotting orange shade, littered with eyeballs and teeth that shouldn't grow there.Even if the blood from all those he's slain has finally stained his dermis, tainting it in a permanent crimson that all the waters of Lake Biwa could never wash off. Even if his hypodermis is no longer made of fatty tissue but rather spiritual energy sucked from the atmosphere. It's still skin, the same old skin he was born with.

Sukuna had never shed his skin, he'd only perfected it, enhanced it, molded it into its perfect form, until he was no longer held back by foolish human limitations.

He'd never been "reborn" only recreated; only perfected. 

Spike, talon and teeth covered arms sprouting from oozing, bleeding scars, charred over by begriming infections that burned worse than the strikes he'd endured as a child. Knuckles and bones cracking over and over and over again until they grew as solid as the rocks that were thrown at him when he was all too little to understand the malice behind the insults and threats. Breaking until they could break no more, until they'd become strong enough to split a boulder with a mere flick.

There had come a time when he'd given up licking his wounds, leaving them to be kissed by the mold-covered worms who left an urticating sensation he'd soon come to associate with victory. Rotting flesh growing covered in thick layers of black tar tattoos that hid every cut he'd endured when he'd once been too weak. 

Monsters were created from quarter truths buried neck-deep in fables that snipped like red-eyed scorpions. 

Until the blood dancing through their veins was as black as the void they now called home. 

Sukuna knew the exact moment he realized he was a monster. The day he realized he liked the crunch of skulls beneath his feet, the pitiful spark in mortified eyes staring at the heavens for a scrap of mercy. Mangled mouths barely held together by fractured jaw bones, uttering prayers and pleas that died in the scorching air. 

Sukuna knew he was an abnormality, patched together by broken heirlooms and shattered family traditions. Sitting on a throne made from skulls of those who thought they could ever kill him. 

You can't kill a monster, for you can not kill that which was never born. 

You can't slay something made from good intentions with malevolent methods, something so vile that it might actually be pure. At the end of the day, no monster really admits that it is a monster, a nightmare that should have never existed. 

Yet...

Tattered hearts and cruel orbs are never quite enough. No monster is complete until they dive off that last edge, plummet into the sea of nothingness, and finally, finally break their souls on the spiked soil. Monsters, spirits, curses any malicious being that had been mended together like a half-done ragdoll was not complete until they truly let go. Until they erased all the former humanity that they had been born with. Until their eyes reflected nothing, no emotions, no malice, no want, no need. Just the absolute emptiness. 

The void in all its glory.

that was the symbol, the true markings of a real monstrosity. The void that took over their existence, that had replaced every inch of their former self. Only then could it be said that you were above all other beings, the true perfection of this world. 

There are worse things created than monsters, things that are made from nothing and everything. Things above "Yin" and "Yang". Things that have no scrap of humanity, monstrosity, or anything in them.

Things that are just empty.

So maybe -just maybe- that's why when Sukuna's rotting orange eyes landed on the epitome of emptiness, a...girl, whose face was sculpted to disreflect emotions and intents. Someone who was the void of darkness itself. The true personification of nothingness. 

His heart -for the first time in countless centuries- began to throb.

a truly dead face swarmed by a sea of buzzing ants, chasing their routine happiness. Smiles of delight and carelessness carved on their aging faces with sunlight knives and the melody of golden coins. The lust for life leaking from every pore of their bodies. 

With every face being a carbon copy of each other it was no wonder yours stood out.

There was a silver chain of attraction, dragging Sukuna towards the village girl. Not love, never love, the king of curses was beyond certain, that neither you nor he could feel such a honey-laced sensation. It was more like....something. Something paranormal, inexpiable. Some magnetic force outside of everything's control. 

It was easy enough to explain why he liked you. Why you stood out from the other insects of this middle-of-nowhere-village. 

You had dark matter for blood and dead seas for brains. 

Your eyes radiated an endless abyss. Making others shy away from your lifeless gaze. Scared to look into the void in fear that it may respond. 

You were a thrown away doll,

A living dead,

A dying star,

You were the daughter of the number zero,

The monster that had no maker nor mother. 

Something not born nor created. 

Just an entity that roamed the earth, with no desire nor hope, no wish nor dream. Not leaving, not dying, just existing in the space between today and tomorrow. 

There'd been no need for pleasantries, for hiding behind ghostly tree branches and frozen windows. There'd been no need to kill or ravage for you. No competition to eliminate, because no one ever came near you. Humans don't like what they can't explain, Sukuna knew that all too well. 

Sukuna watched from a close enough distance to almost touch. Lingering around like a phantom begging to be noticed. Orbs trailing over you, but never approaching. Until one day he'd just stood still. Waited for you to turn your head just a fraction to the left, just to see him in all his menacing terror. To finally notice the clawing, crawling sensation that had been creeping up your spine like a hoard of spiders. 

And when your dead eyes did finally land on him. Sukuna could swear that his breath hitched in his throat for the first time in his seemingly endless life.

You weren't human. Humans didn't have hollow faces or marbles for lips. 

You weren't a curse. Curses didn't lack venom dripping from their souls.

You were something better than a monster. You were the divinity of monstrosity, the void itself. Black holes for eyes, answerless paradoxes for hands, and an endless maze where your torso should have been. 

 Exploding suns danced around you, burning, burning, till they died out, leaving behind no trace that they once lit up the universe. 

The space after the end, that's what you were.

Perfect, to Sukuna you were perfect.

You hadn't run, hadn't screamed, hadn't even bothered to talk. You didn't care about him, couldn't care about him. That's what made him want you, made his mouth salivate with the thought of your flesh between his teeth. 

That night the world stood still, as Sukuna's claws penetrated your flesh like twirling needles. You were as light as a feather. You weighed nothing, were nothing. All so easy to pluck and throw about. You never made a noise when your body collided with the bamboo walls, just letting gravity and Sukuna play a twisted ball game with your lump of a body.

You hadn't protested when he violated you. As his lips bit every inch of your body raw. For some unearthly reason that even the gods couldn't understand, would never want to understand, you had found the Curse's violent actions rather...adoring. Taking every slap and slash with the earnest pride of a small child getting praised for a day of relentless chores. letting the dawn-tinted-haired monster adorn your body in blue and purple jewels. It felt right, in a  pathetically, nauseating, twisted way...it just felt right.

 It was disastrous, sure, but it was right. Like two universes crashing. Destroying each other with every kiss and every bruise. 

But...

For the first time in your meaningless life, you had truly understood what "happiness" felt like. 

For the first time in his endless life, Sukuna had truly understood what "intimacy" felt like.

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Was it wrong to kiss you? For a fraction of a second Sukuna hesitated, blood tinged lips hovering millimeters away from your own stone-set ones. The moon's cursed rays acting like an unnoticed barrier, keeping two things out of each other's grasp. His lips curled back revealing two rows of knife-like teeth. The last resort, a final hope that you'd run away, that you'd act somewhat normal. The king of curses, the evil among men, didn't mind your lack of regularity. He didn't mind how you leaned into every bitter strike, every painful display of fading affection . He adored how you merely giggled as he slashed open your uncharged skin, creating slits for your blood to spill through, onto his waiting tongue. He admired your lifelessness, the way you radiated death. 

Oh, how you filled him with a startling aftershock every time he touched you. Every time his tongue lapped at your bleeding skin he'd feel the sort of electric shocks that came after the storms had passed. Your body had no shape, it molded to his touch, turning his favorite shades of red, with just a little pressure. 

But sometimes, in fleeting, endless seconds. He wished he had a name for what you two were. You weren't his per se, you could never be his. Being his would indicate that he cared about you, or heck even loved you and that could never be true. The king of curses did not love, nor care. He merely tolerated you; you fascinated him, that's all. 

It had been many moons since he first found you in that no-name village. Months upon months since you'd been by his side. You'd watched as he'd destroyed cities, helped him even. Eyes never shedding a single tear. Mouth never uttering a single protest. 

The two of you had become the best, the King of curses and the Queen of nothingness. With the dying speed of laboring bees, Sukuna had carved himself inside of you. Twisted emptiness into flower-covered destruction. Into molten gold lava. 

Leaving you with wounds that were stuck in a cycle of healing and opening. Until they began to harden like his. Until the need for spilled blood lingered on your tongue like the burn of boiled tea. Until under your nails were coated in a decaying crust of dried blood. Sukuna hadn't turned you into a monster, he'd simply showed you the powers that came with your apathy. With a heart as torn and cold as yours, it was a shame to let it go to waste. 

"You're not half bad," his tone is never approving. It's always laced with a strictness that keeps you nailed into place. His words are oxymorons sounding like praise, but once you peel back the lather layers they're just taunts in disguise. 

You don't answer, words die on your tongue as quickly as they are born. Sukuna can't even remember what your voice sounds like outside of small whispers in heat filled nights. 

 However, to the two of you, things like that didn't matter. Your lack of being even semi-alive and Sukuna's endless abuse had become a norm for the two of you. Where else were a two-faced monster and a lifeless girl going to find love anyway? 

Sukuna was all you had, all you ever had. You'd die for him, kill for him, turn into anything for him. Because he gave you life. 

A purpose to life, made out of raging fires and endless screams. A life fabricated from the pain and suffering of others. That was what the king of curses had given you, all wrapped in a human skin parchment. Maybe that's why all logic withered away the first night he kissed you, maybe from the first second that you sensed his presence you had finally gained a reason to be alive. 

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Whoever said the end of the world was beautiful? Whoever said the final days would be bright and glowing and pure? 

It's just a blaze of stray flames and red crystal droplets that may or may not be your blood. Funny, Sukuna had always thought that your blood would be as black as the moonless sky, not a mundane red like everyone else's. He'd expected a grander death from you. Some sort of black hole opening to swallow the world whole. Not just another corpse motionless in a pool of their own blood. 

Although he's not one to talk. His own 'death' is lingering on the horizon. Sukuna's head tilts back looking for the flashing jujutsu sorcerers. 

"S-sukun-a..." 

He smirks, fangs sticking out at odd angles. Your voice is sweet, for the first time in forever he'd even dare say it held some semblance of emotion. 

What that emotion is, he doubts he knows or even really cares. He'd long since stopped trying to identify all those "feelings" and their associated names. 

His orange eyes lock with your fading orbs, one last time. No, not the last time, just the final time in this lifetime. He's sure he's going to see you again. In any other life, Sukuna knows he'll be able to recognize you despite whatever flesh suit you'd be wearing. 

"Shh little one," he's halfway gone before he finishes his sentence, leaving you to relish in his memory in your final moments. "We'll see each other once more, someday in another life..."

His four eyes lock on the approaching sorcerers. He finds it humorous how desperate they look. How alive and ready they seem, such a stark contrast to your ever lifeless face and dead eyes, it repulses him. 

"Or maybe in one of the circles of hell." 

The flames encircling his fingers remind him of the heat your body radiated in the dead of night. The crack from bones hum as they meet his knuckles, flash memories of your days wasted together doing nothing and everything. 

The two of you will meet once more, he's sure of it. After all...

Monsters never die. 

How could something that was never even born in the first place, ever die?

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Romance Me || Gojo Satoru

You break up with Gojo because he isn't giving you what you need in the relationship. And when you get a rebound, Gojo isn't too happy about that.

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~ NSFW 18+

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You broke up with Gojo months ago simply because you weren't getting what you needed from the relationship. It was lacking heavily in the romance department, like was it so much to ask for him to be romantic once in a while? Maybe a candle lit dinner? For him to send you flowers and chocolates? Though, you shouldn't have been surprised, this was Satoru Gojo we were talking about, romance wasn't in his vocabulary.

At first your relationship with him was fun and exciting, and the sex was amazing and he was so adventurous in the bedroom, there was literally nothing he wasn't willing to try, which was one of the many things you adored about him. You just felt like the relationship wasn't going anywhere, and sure fighting curses in the city was exhilarating and having sex in his car was thrilling but you wanted more than just being destructive with one another. Maybe a relationship with Gojo was doomed to fail from the start, but you still hoped that maybe he would have a change of heart and start treating you the way you deserved to be treated.

He didn't take the breakup very well, you knew he wouldn't, and he was quick to flip the situation around and act like he was the one that broke it off when that clearly wasn't what happened. When you explained why you were choosing to break up with him, he didn't understand, he believed because you were a Jujutsu Sorcerer, a word like romance wasn't in your vocabulary either, but there was a lot more to you than being a fellow sorcerer.

Because you wanted to show Gojo what he was missing, you found yourself a rebound and started flaunting him off to the rest of the Jujutsu Sorcerers, making sure to hold hands with him and kiss one another while Gojo was in the same room, just to provoke him. The sorcerer welcomed your new boyfriend with open arms, allowing you to invite him over whenever you wanted as long as he followed orders of course, which got under Gojo’s skin even more, because not only did he have to hear you talk about him all day, but he had to see you two together being all lovey-dovey with one another. Gojo knew that you couldn't care less about this new rebound of yours, that you were just keeping him around merely to make him jealous, and he found that he loathed seeing another man touch you and be in the same proximity as you. You were supposed to be his, and only his, and the thought of someone else in your bed made him feel sick, it made Gojo want to tear this guy limb from limb, and he would do just that after he got you back.

One night after you and your new boyfriend were spending some heated alone time together (and you two were sure to make a ton of noise so Gojo could hear everything) you went downstairs with him to open the door for him and to exchange sappy goodbyes before he left the building. You closed the door with a loud bang before you made your way back upstairs to your room. When you returned to your room, you saw Gojo sitting comfortably on your bed, sitting cross legged, humming away a tune as he waited for you to come back.

"Satoru, what are you doing here?" you asked with narrowed eyes, annoyance evident in your tone. "You know me and my boyfriend just had sex on that bed, right?" you added with a snort.

"So you replace me for that piece of shit?" he rasped, his nose wrinkling in distaste.

"I guess so, he's so much more romantic and sweet, and he knows exactly how to make me happy," you said as you dreamily sighed, taking a seat on a chair across the bed as you looked at him.

"Tell me you didn't let him come inside you," he replied gruffly, his tone threatening and dripping with venom as the mental image crossed his mind.

"You have no business knowing that, so I don't need to answer any of your invasive questions," you told him before you added with a wide smile, "but what I can tell you is that he has a bigger dick than you, and he's way better in bed than you, he's got more experience," you lied, shrugging your shoulders, relishing in the fact how overwrought he was with jealousy.

He merely laughed at your response, knowing that you weren't being honest with him or yourself, "Oh Y/N, don't lie to me and yourself, I bet he can't even make you come," he said with a forced smile stretched across his face in attempt to hide some of his anger. "C'mon, we both know you're just using him because you're not with me anymore, it's so obvious it's pathetic, and there's no way in hell that shithead can really make you happy."

"Oh of course he does, like I said he has a ton of experience and he knows exactly how I like it," you lied again with a smug smile stuck on your face. "Someone sounds jealous," you taunted in a sing-song tone.

"Oh yeah? Sure he does," he spat as he sneered, and in one quick motion he removed himself from his position on the bed and you stood up from the chair as well when he stepped towards you, standing face to face with you. "What makes you think I'm jealous anyway? I don't give a shit if he fucked you," he continued in a harsh tone, each word laced with acrimony.

"Really now? Sure sounds like it," you mocked with a curl of your lip, "I didn't think you were the jealous type."

"That's cause I'm not, your little boy toy just fucking vexes me," he snarled as he took another step towards you, so close now that his hot breath was fanning over your mouth, sending a tingle down your spine as your gaze remained unwavering upon his. You could see every twitch of his features, he was sick with envy, that much was clear. His hands were at his sides, clenching and unclenching in frustration as you continued to look at him with that self-satisfied smile.

"Tell me then, why does he vex you?" you asked, playing dumb, tilting your head to the side as you waited for his answer. You expected him to start cursing you out but instead he grabbed a fistful of your hair until you were both looking each other directly in the eye, barely a distance between you two. He crashed his lips into yours, devouring you in the ruthless kiss you had come to know so well. When you felt his tongue retract to plunge further, you bit down hard on his lower lip. You heard him intake a sharp breath, a low, guttural growl vibrating deep as you crushed your lips upon his, without a care if you hurt him or not, teeth knocking and noses bumping from the rush of the kiss. His hands groped around your hips, his fingers digging hard under your skirt and into your pantyhose, tearing the fabric as he lifted you by your ass, slamming you back against the wall, forcing your legs apart and hooking them around his waist.

"I fucking hate it when people touch what's mine," he breathed heavily against your mouth, "you're mine, Y/N, you don't belong to anyone else," his tone was raspy and threatening as he growled possessively.

"Now that sounded romantic," you hummed, and he smirked against your lips as he continued to press his pair insistently upon yours.

Your nails started to scratch and dig into his back, leaving streaks of pale, pink lines, making him groan into your mouth. You bit his lower lip hard and held him close to you as you ground against him feverishly. He panted hard against your mouth before turning his attention to your neck, biting and sucking hard, making you yelp out from the stinging sensations that spread across your whole body. It wasn't long until you got your revenge and started to bite and pull on his jaw, lips and chin, continuing the assault on his neck and shoulder.

You could feel his member hardening as he pinned you with his body. He was suffocating you, and every time you attempted to come up for air, he denied you. You were tasting blood, and you couldn't tell if it was his or your own.

Finally managing to grab a fistful of his hair, you pulled him back as you both gasped for air. Fresh blood was smeared across his mouth, it was blended with your lip-gloss like a stain. It was rough and perfect, just the way you liked it. He knew exactly how to suck you right back in. You both remained this way for what might have been mere minutes, but it felt like an eternity. His bright blue eyes were burning and intense, a wry grin playing in between each breath.

His tongue languidly licked the blood from his lower lip before he leaned in just beneath your jaw, biting hard into the sensitive skin of your neck, his teeth piercing it. You emitted a loud moan, bucking and grinding down into his hips as you felt him sucking and pulling you tighter to him, crushing your breasts against him. You were convinced he was trying to tear your flesh from your bone, until he finally released his seal with a loud pop.

"If I have to keep branding you until you remember who you belong to," he started, his voice gravelly against the bruise already forming and blending into your neck as you felt his hand drawing down your thigh, tearing the skirt off along the way. "I will."

"That's more like it," you purred. You were both tearing off the other's clothes in a frenzy, tossing aside the articles of clothing across the room in your haste. When you were both completely bare, he hoisted you up by your ass, and you clung to him before he dropped you down on the bed. He was quick to crawl atop you, and he pushed your legs aside with a hand, seeking out the scorching heat between your thighs.

Your breath hitched as his thumb dipped between your dripping folds, parting you as he spread the wetness gathered there, your hips jutting out impatiently against his touch for more contact, "so wet for me, and only for me, you're not allowed to be like this for anyone else," he cursed hoarsely, his voice raw with his need for you. His fingers danced against your sex, palm pressing into your engorged clit, earning him a mewl of pleasure.

You threw your head back against the bed, your body arching into his touch to give him better access to the place you needed him most. You released a sharp intake of breath when he sunk two of his long fingers into your tight wet heat, his palm brushing against your clit as his lips dropped to your heaving bosom while his fingers worked over you at a maddening pace, turning you into a whimpering wanton mess beneath him.

You were putty in his hands, your body molding itself to his talented fingers with a drawn out moan. Gojo groaned at the feeling of your slick walls wrapping so deliciously against his digits, and his hard member was throbbing as he thought about how all he wanted was to take you the way he used to. You rocked your hips against his probing fingers, your eyes squeezing shut with pleasure, body begging him to pick up his pace within you. He was quick to comply, his fingers meeting your thrusts before curving them inside of you, making you cry out as you called his name in unadulterated praise.

His fingers surged into you as he rolled his wrist repeatedly against your clit, bringing his forehead to your own, his nose brushing upon your own, lips inches from yours as he groaned, "Come for me, baby, I want you to come for me, just like you used to."

He sucked your swollen lip into his mouth, leading with his chin as he listened to your strangled plea for mercy, making him chuckle in amusement.

"Come on, come for me, Y/N," he drawled out, scissoring his fingers inside of you as you moaned shamelessly, your toes curling in anticipation for the release you so desperately craved. "Come for me," he repeated, his gaze flitting to your closed lids as he watched you fall apart from his ministrations. With one more rapid and harsh thrust of his skilled fingers, you moaned his name out as you came, completely soaking them with your juices.

He smirked proudly, slipping his fingers from your quivering walls which instantly made you whimper in protest. He lifted his hand to his mouth, sucking his drenched fingers between his lips to taste your sweet essence. Your body heaved against the mattress, watching intently as he tasted you, licking your lips as you heard his moan of approval, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"Mmm, it's just like I remembered it," he purred.

He released his fingers after he was sure he got every last drop, there was a wicked gleam in his eye before he lowered his lips to your nipple, taking it greedily within his hot mouth. He tortured the flesh with his tongue and mouth, alternating between nipping and sucking as his hand worked at the other, pinching and twisting. He smirked against your bud as you moaned encouragingly, spurring him on. He released you, his hand and mouth switching places, sucking upon one and thumbing the other, making you emit moan after moan.

"Only I get to touch you now, no other fucker touches what's mine, you hear me?" he rasped, growling deep from his throat, the vibrations shooting straight to your core as he once again wrapped his mouth around your nipple, sinking his teeth into it and making your whole body tremble with the harsh treatment.

You rocked your hips desperately against him which made him let out a strangled sound around your nipple. "Satoru," you whispered breathlessly, your head thrashing about against the sheets, his mouth and fingers completely relentless. "Please fuck me, already, stop wasting time, fuck I need you."

"That's the spirit baby," he cooed before he asked in a taunting tone, "and where do you need me exactly?"

His eyes were dark and hooded as he looked upon your flushed face, red coloring your cheeks, his warm breath hitting your tender, wet flesh, making you whimper and keen. "You miss me, don't you? You miss me filling you up, fucking you senseless into this mattress like I used to, huh? Tell me Y/N, you need to tell me," he demanded as he bumped his hips against yours, teasing you mercilessly.

"Yes, yes I miss you, I miss us, I just want to feel you inside me again," you admitted through a ragged breath. His lips curled into a smug, amused smirk, his eyes shining with dark intent. You couldn't wait any longer, you just wanted to feel him inside of you again like before.

"Of course you miss me, I knew that shithead was doing a shit job pleasing you," he taunted, "now get on your hands and knees for me," he ordered huskily.

You were quick to comply, positioning yourself on your hands and knees before him, his mouth watering at the sight. He dipped his head down beside yours, his lips pressing against your ear as he whispered, "That's a good girl, fuck, I missed seeing you like this," he told you, moving to take his position behind you. His length was digging deliciously against the curve of your backside, and you curved your spine, wiggling your ass impatiently in his direction, bracing yourself on your forearms and elbows.

"Just like that, you're fucking beautiful," he purred, expressing his approval, his voice dripping with sin. He worked his hand over his rigid shaft in a few jerky movements with his fist, swiping the head of his member against your dripping sex.

"Satoru, oh fuck," you whimpered as your fingers clawed at the sheets beneath you, grabbing and pulling at them in your desperation. He bit back a groan as he felt your wetness come in contact with his head. His hand wrapped around your hip with a bruising grip as he finally thrust into you, sheathing himself into your wet heat with a grunt.

You gasped loudly, eyes shutting instantly and your walls closing in on him the second he slipped inside of you. You buried your head into the sheets as he stretched your inner walls in a way the man you were with never could. "Fuck," he groaned as he started rocking his hips against yours, slamming into you with a brutal, relentless force that had you bucking back up into him.

He gripped your hips tighter as he withdrew, then slowly plunged his member back in, pumping himself in and out at a frantic pace as you writhed and squirmed underneath him.

"So beautiful, who has the bigger dick? That little shithead, or me? And don't lie this time," he taunted through a drawl.

"Satoru! Yours is the biggest," you replied in a moan, mouth open wide as another cry emitted from your lips after a particularly harsh thrust, his way of expressing how much those words pleased him. "You make me feel so good, I can't get enough of your big cock," you whined as you matched the rhythm he set, though you were having trouble keeping up with him, and your hips were stuttering against his as you continued to squeeze his member greedily between your silken walls.

"That's right, and you're mine, all mine, no one's going to take you from me," he whispered as he rammed himself into your quivering, soaked entrance, the slapping of skin ringing in both of your ears. He sighed in relief when he pulled out only to surge right back in, his nails digging harshly into your hips as he yanked them closer, making sure that your whole body would be sore and aching tomorrow and that you wouldn't ever forget how he made you feel.

You moaned into the mattress as he continued to fill you, pounding you into the bed and his balls clapping against your flushed cheeks as you writhed about, fisting the sheets in your hands as tight as you possibly could. You were trembling with each heavy, rapid thrust, and you felt like you were going to combust from the heat that spread across your whole taut body. You breathed heavily as your head tilted to press your cheek against the bed, "Oh, I can't-"

Your words were swallowed by a soft cry, and you felt your walls clamp around his length, your climax threatening to burst within you.

"That's it, I want you to come for me again, come on," he urged, picking his pace up to push you over the edge. He drove himself into you over and over again, his thrusts sloppy and hips stuttering, knowing that his own release wasn't far behind. He was hitting that sweet spot with every single deep plunge, and it had you yelping out his name breathlessly as you trailed your quivering hand down until you found the spot right above where you two were joined to stimulate your engorged clit.

"That's it, touch yourself for me, baby, oh, just like that," he encouraged through a groan.

You rolled your clit around feverishly with shaking fingers as you sought release, pressing into it relentlessly and never ceasing in your movements, flicking and rubbing until you couldn't take it anymore.

With one final harsh thrust, you came with a shout, his name pouring out of your lips as your walls clenched all around his member. You bucked your hips wildly against him, and your release sparked his. He shot his thick seed up within you, filling you up with his warmth, just like he used to, his head falling against your backside as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure, drawing it out until you fell boneless against the mattress, your arms giving out on you.

He allowed himself to remain sheathed inside of you until he softened, pulling out very slowly, making you hiss between gritted teeth at the sensation. He was quick to roll you around so that you were on your back now as he joined your side, both of you panting heavily and sucking in air desperately after the intensity of your orgasms. You two laid there on the disheveled sheets, silence thick in the air, chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat as you stared up at the ceiling.

All of a sudden, Gojo whipped out a dark red rose, twirling the stem between his fingers before he handed it to you with a smile on his lips.

"Thought you would like it," he told you, his voice hoarse. You smiled as you took it, a warm and fuzzy feeling swelling in your chest at the romantic gesture. Perhaps there was more to Gojo than you originally thought. You took a whiff of its aroma before you turned to him and gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, I will give it some water," you replied with a chortle before you placed it on your bedside table.

"You're mine. And I'm yours. Understand?" he told you breathlessly. He reached his hand out to grab yours, entwining his fingers through it as he held it up to his mouth, placing a quick peck on it before he pulled away.

You sighed dreamily as you nuzzled your head underneath the crook of his neck, curling up into his body before you replied, soft laughs spilling through small pants, "You so love me, it's official."

He merely laughed in response as he held you close to the warmth of his body, snuggling up to you as you hummed appreciatively. He didn't need to say it for you to know it.

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[love-toxin]

a/n: here's a commission piece i did recently for the lads 💕

cw: male! isabelle (ivan), vampire thorn/vampire ivan, kidnapped/captive reader, cheating, noncon, bloodsucking, drunk sex, rough sex.

word count: 1.2k

"They're a little skittish,"

"Are they, now?"

"They're not fond of strangers. It will take a little time for them to warm up."

"Not a problem. I'm a patient man, as you well know."

The two men share a healthy chuckle in the corridor, the chatter both friendly and cordial at the same time. It's almost baffling to think that the man you're peeking around the corner to spy on, as jovial and carefree as he seems, has been keeping you captive for months now inside his sprawling castle. You don't even know where you are, who he really is, or what you could possibly do to escape him….but those worries have passed through your mind so often that they're more like a routine than anything else, they're normal. 

But the man standing beside Thorn is new. You've heard his name but never seen him in person, and you've never listened to the voice that drawls like honey and spills into your ears with a rumble, no matter how far away he is. You can hear it even as you scamper away back towards your bedroom, and by the time you get there the front door to the main hall has closed with that telltale thud, and you know by the silence that falls over the castle that its master has taken his leave. 

You don't know what to think, now. You clamber atop your bed and snuggle yourself under the covers, and drift off hoping you don't wake up to any unwelcome knocking at your door. 

Was it in the house guest rules to pass out drunkenly on the lounging sofa? 

You're not completely certain, but the sight you caught from the corner of your eye on the way to the kitchen was enough to make you stop and investigate. Ivan looks large and intimidating even as he lays out on the furniture, curls of raven hair fanned out over the cushions and bloodred wine splattered on the collar of his white button up, which has also been unbuttoned all the way down to where it's still half-tucked into his tight pants. He seems at peace, and only then do you think to sneak off and hope he stays there the rest of the night--but the moment you turn to tiptoe out the room, something hot closes around your wrist and yanks you so hard you stumble backwards, landing square in the sleeping man's lap. Or at least he was sleeping, right up until you let your guard down and he saw his opportunity through half-lidded eyes. 

"Comfortable?"

Those rumbly tones trickle down your spine like a liquid sun, shivers dancing up and down your back to the point that you can't even try to mask it. But neither can he, when he sits up and you jolt at the stiff thing that tents his pants and prods you right in the small of your back. Ivan's breath hitches as you try to get up and rub against him in the process, unintentionally--but his grip is ironclad and invasive, one hand holding your arm back while the other squeezes your chest through the pesky fabric of your comfortable slip. 

"Th-Thorn's gonna know about this-!" 

Your voice brimming with panic, because you know this is against your master's rules, you squirm even harder and squeak out the pathetic threat--but somehow Ivan has so much confidence in the face of danger, and tweaks your nipple through your gown just to hear your voice break into a whine. 

"Fuck him." 

Your vision spins as you're twisted around and thrown against the cushions, Ivan swapping your places to loom over you with one hand braced against the arm of the sofa, and one already reaching beneath your clothing to smooth his fingertips up your inner thighs. His skin is so cold, and you didn't realize until just now how red his eyes are as they stare so deeply into you…..but not into your own, rather his gaze drops to the two punctures in your neck that are just starting to heal from earlier today. The emotion on his face is indescribable, you can't glean nearly anything from it--up until the moment that he growls and yanks your legs apart, so hard that you feel a painful twinge in your thighs that earns him a yelp for his efforts. 

"He's already had you today, hasn't he….I can smell him on you.."

His mumbling only heightens the adrenaline as he shoves his waistband down, the v of his strong hips making way for pale skin gone flushed, and his cock slips out and bobs to attention like he's been waiting for this since the moment he arrived. There's no need to move any clothing aside, since Thorn never lets you keep your underwear to yourself--and though the thought of him terrifies you, your body freezes and stiffens in place as Ivan pushes the tip against you, trying to gain purchase until the moment comes when he slips in and the world slows around you. 

"I-Ivan-!"

The stretch is too much, it aches at first with the lack of preparation, but he keeps going and slides in deeper with a hand on your belly to keep you still. And though his expression betrays nothing more than a wicked smugness, you can feel the heat rising to his face the more he claims you, your walls pulsing around him like a saccharine rhythm that he's starting to get addicted to. He bucks once he's deep enough and there's no coming back from there--a shriek loses itself in your lungs as your throat tightens, and the lounging room is filled with gasps and the wet shucking sounds of him reaming you, along with a moan here and there when he hits one of those sinful spots inside you. 

"What? You're used to this, no? Or are you saying Thorn isn't quite this much to handle?" 

Ivan dips down close, your lips nearly touching, to murmur that thought out loud. You can smell the alcohol on his breath now, the way he slurs a word every so often….but he doesn't expect an answer, especially not when he lets out an unexpectedly loud groan and collapses on top of you, face buried in your neck and nothing but his hips still rolling to draw those beautiful sounds from your lungs. 

"I knew I liked you." 

The throbbing of his cock inside you feels as if it's curved right up into your belly, his drunken thrusts so powerful you dread to think of what he could do sober. But the soreness you know is coming ebbs away in favour of a new pain that suddenly blossoms in your neck, a sharp pinch followed by an ache you've only just felt a few hours prior--the scream bubbling up in your throat is strangled and snuffed out by his weight on top of you, and instead you lie cramped and bent to the curve of his bare hips as he sucks at your neck, blood flooding into his mouth and melting on his tongue as he laps at the wounded skin. The pain of his fangs sinking into you nearly distracts you from his near-bruising thrusts as he chases his end too, and the burn of having your blood sucked away is almost soothed by the warm bursts of cum splattering inside you. 

Ivan tiredly kisses the spot better, new punctures replacing the ones that Thorn gave you before he left for his trip this morning--and only one thought remains as you feel dizziness take over and your vision fade to black: "God, please don't let Thorn find out."

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[your-eternal-muse]

Use me (Part two)

Summery: Reader takes Spencer up on his offer to rid her system of "The Wizard".

Warnings: Hard core, nasty ass smut; fingering, oral sex,(female receiving); penetration; unprotected sex/creampie; multiple orgasams

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

A/N: Here it is. Part two. I'll link part one in a bit after I do some things, but other than that enjoy! And yes, there will be a part three.

Part 1

Im dead.

The substance that he injected me with was lethal, and I'm laying in a dark alley somewhere, dead, because kissing Spencer Reid is heaven.

His hands grip my hips, holding me against him as he presses me into his window.

His lips are soft and warm, and easily tell me what to do and when to do it.

My body is on fire in the best way possible.

My fingers run their way through his hair, tugging on the satin strands as he kisses his way down my jaw, leaving bite marks until he finds the pulse point just above my collarbone.

Every touch, every kiss, sends waves down to my core, where it waits drowning in my juices.

He's situated between my legs, his ever present bulge pressing just so onto me.

It's driving me insane.

Without thinking, my hips buck forward, and the small ounce of pressure starts a ball forming in my gut.

I feel him smile against my neck, before he detaches himself.

We're both breathless, chests heaving, and my hands are shaking as I grip his dress shirt.

"Tell me what you need, Princess."

Fantasies, y/n, think of your fantasies.

"I-I need your fingers."

While I'm talking, he removed the holster from his hip, setting it on the desk beside us.

"Please, Spence. You haven't even touched me and I'm so close."

His hands immediately find the button of my jeans, undoing them and pushing them down just enough to have room.

He doesn't hesitate, cupping my sex through my panties.

"So fucking wet. Is this what I do to you?"

I can't speak through the mewls leaving my throat, so I just nod.

"Words, please." His voice is steady, and I know if it were different circumstances, he'd punish me for making him repeat himself.

But right now, he just runs his fingers over the fabric, back and forth through the wetness.

"Yes, fuck, you make me so wet Spencer."

That must have been what he wanted to hear, because in one swift motion, without removing his fingers from my skin, he goes up my stomach, and then down again, slipping under the band of my underwear.

He runs his fingers through my folds, easily slipping a finger into my heat.

My hand clutches his upper arm, my mouth hanging open in ecstacy as he pumps his finger in and out.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Princess. I want to make you feel good."

You're already doing that babe.

I try and gather my thoughts, and right as I'm about to speak, he slips another finger in.

"Fuck." My head hits the glass panel of his window.

My fingers are going to leave bruises on his bicep, but I really could not care less at this point.

His lips attach themselves to my neck, and the warm ball deep inside me starts to grow.

But I need more.

"F-Faster. Please go faster."

"Anything for you, baby girl."

His fingers move faster within me, and I grind down into them every time they enter me.

He leaves my neck, looking down at the work he's doing, his breathing a lot smoother than my own.

With his free hand, he takes the hand of mine that's still gripping his shirt, and he leads it up to his lips.

He gently kisses the tips of my first two fingers before taking them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digits, all while keeping direct eye contact.

I almost cum at the sight.

He leads them from his mouth, down my stomach, stopping to rest at the bundle of nerves at the top.

"Touch yourself."

Yes sir.

I frantically start moving circles over my clit, as his fingers continue pumping in and out of me.

And then it happens.

He curls his fingers as he enters me, and sparks are sent up and down my spine.

I can't help but gasp.

"Yes, fuck fuck fuck, right there. Holy shit."

His long slender fingers move faster and faster within me, curling around that pretty little spot until boom.

My orgasm hits me like a train, as I clench around his fingers, which are still moving as I cum.

My chest rises and falls, as I try to catch my breath, and he removes his hand.

And for one, blissful moment, the fire disappears.

Before it comes crashing back.

He seems to read me like a book, pulling me towards him again.

"You don't think I'm finished with you yet, do you?"

Thank fuck.

I can't help but smile, moving my hands up his chest to lay at the nape of his neck, pulling him down into another kiss.

His hands run down my back, over my ass, to rest on the back of my thighs.

With one finger, he taps the muscle, and on shaky legs, I manage to jump high enough for him to place his hands just above the back of my knees to carry me.

While he makes his way through his apartment to his bedroom, I trail kisses down his neck, leaving marks of my own in their wake.

He lays me on the bed, hovering over me as one hand finds the hem of my shirt, pushing it up over my stomach.

He steps back, standing at the foot of his bed as I lift my grey t-shirt up over my head, tossing it somewhere in his room.

Sweat covers my skin, making my hair stick to my face and neck, and my chest glistens in the dim orange light of his room.

I watch as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, and slowly sucks off my juices.

I brush hair out of my face, watching with lustful fascination.

They leave his mouth with a pop before going to his tie and undoing it.

"You taste so fucking sweet, Princess."

One by one, his fingers travel down his shirt, undoing every button on their way down.

I sit up, crawling over to him, pushing the fabric from his shoulders.

My fingers run over his chest, and down his stomach, pausing at his belt as I undo the buckle.

His hands come up to cradle my face, as he kisses me again.

I'll never get used to him kissing me.

I want his taste engraved into my tongue.

Why the hell can't I have an eidetic memory?

Even without one though, I know I'll never forget this.

My hand sneaks into his pants, palming him over his boxers.

His moan breaks the kiss, and his eyes fall shut.

How can someone look so beautiful with my hand down their pants?

"As much as I would love to see that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock," his breathes are more labored now, and his hands fall from my face to grasp my hips. "Tonight's about making you feel good."

I didn't even realize his hands had moved until the clasp of my bra was undone.

"Now, be a good girl and lie down." He whispers.

I'm past the point of being embarrassed, laying down without another word, a blush crawling up my neck.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful,"He crawls over me, encaging me in his arms.

He kisses me once, before traveling down my neck and chest, stopping only to suckle each of my nipples into his mouth, before continuing down my stomach.

He loops his fingers into the belt loops of my jeans, pulling them down the rest of the way before tossing them behind him.

He then starts at my right ankle, and begins to kiss up my leg, repeating with my left before he comes to settle in between my legs.

He pulls my panties down slowly, watching my reaction as every second passes.

"If you want me to stop, just say so, okay?"

God, I love him.

Not likely, but okay.

I nod, before remembering he told me to use my words. "I understand."

"Good."

I'm going to marry this man.

Purely for the fact that he eats pussy like it's his last fucking meal.

My fingers twist themselves into his hair, as he holds my sex against his mouth, licking and sucking like he hasn't eaten in years.

I spare a glance down and my heart almost stops.

His eyes are closed, and his hair is starting to curl from the humidity in the room.

He must sense me watching, because his eyes open, and I feel him smirk against me.

He licks up through my folds, stopping to suck on my clit until I'm shaking underneath him.

He moves his hand from my hip and grabs one from his hair, once again leading it to my clit as his mouth moves down.

I start rubbing circles, but stutter as I feel his tongue dart into me.

He's watching me now, the way I quiver underneath him, the pathetic moans echoing through his bedroom.

He does it again and again, and I can feel my orgasm teetering on the edge.

He can tell as my circles go frantic, and my hand in his hair holds me closer to him than I thought possible.

"Spencer, I'm gon-"

I'm falling.

Stars explode in my vision, and my back arches off the bed as I cum into his mouth.

I fall, breathless, onto his mattress as be retracts himself from me, a proud smile etched onto his face.

The moment of calm lasts longer this time, but it once again comes back, burning me at the edges.

"I need, I need one more." I plead, my throat hoarse from screaming.

He stands, removing his belt, and letting his pants fall down to the floor.

I lift myself up into my elbows and smile at him.

He pushes his boxers off his hips and I stare, open mouthed as his erection pops free.

God, it's better than I could have ever imagined.

I wipe my chin to make sure I'm not drooling and he laughs.

"Now, I don't have any condoms on me, but-"

"I'm on the pill."

It's the fastest I've spoken tonight, and I slowly start spreading my legs.

"I'm on the pill, and I want, no, need you to cum inside me." I bite my lip, and bat my eyelashes at him. "I even used my words."

I see his dick twitch and he groans, the muscles in his stomach tensing.

"As you wish, Princess."

He crawls back onto the bed, pumping his dick in his hand a couple times, before sliding it through my folds to pick up some wetness.

He isn't even in me yet, and already my hands grip the sheets around us.

"You ready?"

"Yes sir."

He moans, deep and low within his chest, and he smiles."I love it when you call me that."

And then he slowly pushes into me, and my eyes squeeze shut because holy shit he feels better than I could have ever thought.

My dildo at home doesn't even compare to this.

He bottoms out, and he takes a moment to catch his breath."God, you feel so fucking good, baby girl."

I wrap my legs around his waist, and pull his lips down to mine as he slowly starts moving.

I can see sweat build up on his hairline, and his room is going to feel of sex for days.

A part of me thinks he's not gonna care all that much.

His breathing is starting to match my own, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck as his strokes become faster.

My back moves against the softness of his sheets, and my nails dig into the skin of his back.

It doesn't take long for that warm ball to start growing towards my (hopefully) final climax.

"Im cl-close, Spence."

His breath is hit on my neck, and the speed tells me he's close too.

But than his hand finds my hip, and lifts me just so, and the angle in which he snaps back into me makes me choke on air.

Stroke after stroke, he hits a spot deep within me, and I know I'm done for when he whispers "Cum for me," into my ear.

And boy, do I cum.

My soul leaves my body, and I can barely register the warm feeling of his release inside of me as he rides out both of our orgasms.

When I open my eyes, my nails are at the bottom of his back and he's laying on top of me.

I wait for the heat to come back but it doesn't.

My head is clear, and my skin no longer feels like it's on fire.

His head is resting on my chest and I move some hair away from his face, placing a soft kiss on to his forehead.

"Thank you." I don't speak louder than a whisper, not wanting to break the delicate moment. 

I had dreams about this happening. 

Granted, not exactly like this, but I had them.

Now that it's happened, I don't want to let it go.

I don't want to let him go.

He lifts his head and smiles, his eyes soft and his dimples ever present in the dim lighting.

He's so beautiful.

"The pleasure was all mine, y/n." His voice was just as soft, just as afraid to break the fragile air.

He leans forward, kissing me gently one last time before he carefully climbs off of me. 

He leaves the room, and for a moment, I'm alone with my thoughts. And I realize my vagina aches. I reach a hand down and gingerly touch it and his when it pulses. I'm also pretty sure my legs are numb.

I wiggle my toes, just to make sure I can, and he walks back in with a washcloth.

He concentrates as he wipes the cool fabric across my skin, clearing away the evidence of our explosion. He folds it, getting a clean side, before reaching up and wiping my brow and face.

He brushes some hair out of my face, and I grab his wrist, holding his palm there.

His thumb swipes across the apple of my cheek and I close my eyes, content to staying here.

But he has other plans.

"As much as you don't want to, we need to go to the hospital. We need to talk to the team."

I sigh, knowing he's right.

"Hotch is going to be pissed that I gave in to exactly what the unsub wanted. But you know what?" I look up at him.

"What?"

"It was my choice. And I don't regret it for a second."

He smiles, and I swear I see a blush dust his cheeks, but he removes his hand and stands, gathering the clothes strewn about the room.

I sit up on his bed, carefully swinging my legs over the side to place my feet on the hardwood floor, not quite trusting myself to stand.

He hands me my clothes and even goes as far as helping me slide my jeans back up my legs, kissing me once they're situated on my hips.

He goes about putting on his own clothes as I slip my t-shirt back over my head, finally pushing myself up off the bed.

As soon as I'm upright, the room starts spinning, and I place a hand on my forehead, trying to turn to see Spencer.

He drops his shirt as he rushes forward, and my world goes dark.

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[annoyingloverbear]

ASANO GAKUSHUU X READER HEADCANNONS

Before you ask......don't ask. Yes I like assassination classroom too.

This is a HC about Y/n and Gakushuu attending the same high school.

Ohh boy do I tell you this boi fell hard for you.

And by 'fell' I mean literally fell.

It was one of those rare occasions his father being the disciplined father he is made Gakushuu walk home from school just because he didn't eat his roasted asparagus in dinner last night.

He didn't really mind tho. His home wasn't that far and he liked to see what's going on in the outside peasant world sometimes.

As he was passing a convenient store, he heard some commotion in the alley behind it.

He ignored it and started to walk his way, but he saw a glimpse of a grey uniform skirt and snapped his head towards you.

He saw you, clad in Kunigioka's grey uniform and surrounded by three tattooed bulk men.

"Come on little girl, just keep us company for some karaoke. You see my friends and I we all are really bad singers and would love some help."______"What makes you think I'm good at singing?"________" Oh I can tell you are naturally good at it little bird! Your angelic voice is like as sweet as honey to my ears."________"Back off."_________"What?"________"I said back off you pathetic excuse of a human being before I break your willy and shove it down your throats."________"YOU STUPID BITCH!!!"

He raised his hand, but before he could even swing you neck sliced him in the throat and kicked him down there. He clutched himself as you once again kicked him in his ribs and hope that the blow was enough to keep him down for a bit. You grabbed your heavy aluminium water bottle (those things hurt guys😭 not that I've been hit by one but I accidentally hit myself. it's a great, heavy yet non-obvious self defense tool so carry one around👍) and swung it towards one of his friends. A sickening clang could be audibly heard as you hit him in the head and Congratulations!! You eliminated one more player.

You turned around and swung it towards yet another person who skillfully twisted and yanked your aluminium bottle away from you. This person was similar to your build and was standing in a defensive position, so you kicked the only thing available to you, his shin.

You were surprised as you heard a rather boyish yelp as your victim fell to the ground and grabbed his aching leg. Only then you realized......

Shit it's the previous headmaster's son.

"Oh no!! I didn't mean to kick you are you okay?"_________"I'm fine thank you."

You moved your hand towards the part of his leg which was sprained and saw that he flinched. Clearly he was in pain and seeing that he took care of one of the guys who was hitting on you felt bad so you took him to your house to treat his injury no matter how much he refused.

That was it. That's how he fell for you.

He expected himself to fall for someone who was at the same level of genius as him, but apparently he was wrong.

Why you ask he fell for you? Because you were the only one who can kick his ass purple and speak sweet words to him at the same time.

Seeing that you were an average student, not too good not too bad, he didn't really have a problem with sharing his feelings for you with someone.

The first one to notice it was not Ren, but Karma. Or you could say that Karma found his theory to be correct as he eavesdropped on Gakushuu telling Ren about how he felt for you.

Ren, knowing his manipulating skills encouraged Gakushuu to manipulate one of the teachers to transfer you from class C to class A.

And so you did.

Gakushuu, Ren along with Karma and you. This was a particularly chaotic classroom.

You weren't really complaining, as your grades got better the day you stepped in the class. But you can't shake the feeling that ten pairs of eyes were watching your every movement.

(And lol that was so true😂)

Gakushuu only respectfully watched you and your subtle movements. The way you'd chew on your pencil or nails when you were stuck, the way your eyes turned big round and innocent every time you didn't understand a concept, the way you'd pick on your peach fuzz on your face when you were anxious. Every single habit, every little thing he loved about you, he would have it memorized. Heck when he was feeling stressed out about his future company finances (yes he's planning big) he would pick on his own peach fuzz and smile like an idiot as his heart relaxes and flutters at the same time.

Ren however, watched for your responses to guys. Every time the handsome professor walked in, (admit it, we all have one at some point in our life😏) you would sit up straight, your spine rid of any slouchiness from studying. The way you would cross your legs so your skirt rides up just a bit, and the way your gaze turned sly and your smirk naughty, yes this boy is serious about helping his best friend. Heck he would even come up to you and talk to you to get some type of reaction towards him, but figures out you didn't really like him (ouch!😢)

But Karma stared. And by stared I literally mean stared. Bore holes in the back of your head by staring at you too much. He didn't understand that a guy as corrupt as Gakushuu would fall for a disheveled angel like you. It's not that you weren't beautiful, but the combination of scary principal's son and a smol fluffy bean didn't seem very safe. At times you would even find Karma behaving as an older brother to you. And you weren't one to complain but rather happy that someone in here truly cares for you than judge you for your grades.

Add 7 other girls who were suspicious of you and that's all the people who keep staring at you during the time you're in class.

Every morning you hand in your homework, it was always Gakushuu. You would hand in your homework, he would scan it once and turn around to check others'.

But you knew better than that.

After school was over, you would make your way to the hallway but a strong grip held you back.

"We need to work on your Social Studies. You suck at it."______"But shuu!!!"_______"No buts. Get in the library and wait for me there."

He would drag you to the library and make you study your worst subject (which isn't fun at all🤢) but he would make it a LOT easier for you to understand.

Of course Ren gave him some tips to flirting. Hold her pinky, look in her eyes, compliment her and yada yada yada yada yada......

He did try one of them, but he almost had a heart attack from his heart beating so fast that he decided not to listen to his minio- I mean friend anymore and do it his way.

And honestly he loves his way!!

He loved the cute nicknames you made for him while you whined for him to release you. He loved it the way your face lightens up when he explains there was an easier way to solve an equation.

All the nervousness is his system had vanished.

He also got to the point where when you got an obviously easy question wrong, he would pinch your cheeks while grinning wide.

This made study time a lot easier for you.

You weren't aware that he was like that for and with you only. Only you made him feel that way.

But you found out soon when he got TOO comfortable one day and let it slip out.

"Y/n I think I have a crush on you."

As soon as he said it, blood rushed to your cheeks and drained from his.

Both of you were staring at each other for a hot minute before you broke the silence.

"You're kidding aren't you? I'm not even that smart or that much of a genius in anything. I- but-"

"Y/n I know that. But it's just something about you that I love. I- I can't express in words how much I adore you."

You were starstruck.

Asano Gakushuu. THE Asano Gakushuu likes you!!!!

But you still refused to believe yourself AND his words. Wondering if he was turning into a playboy like Ren.

All you could say was "Then show me."

The library was quiet and you two specifically picked up a spot away from other students, the librarian and surveillance cameras so both of you can goof off. Who knew that this was also the perfect place to kiss?

He gently took your hand as he first stared at your eyes and shifted his gaze to your lips. You acted confident as if you knew how to kiss but god knows you kicked the ass of your first boyfriend before he could even hold your hand.

His gaze stayed on your lips as he licked his and visibly gulped. You wanted to throw a snarky remark but seeing the boy was as edged as a cat you wouldn't dare.

Bringing one of his hands up to your cheek he slightly tilted his head as he came near you before stopping right where your lips weren't touching his but you could feel his minty breath. Obviously waiting for you if you were okay with this, you decided to close that painful space between the two of you.

As soon as your lips touched his, he was in charge. This wasn't a particularly deep or fast kiss. You weren't digging your tongues in each other's mouth but rather just moving your lips to each other, as if giving silent yet intimate messages to each other. His lips slightly glided over yours, and you definitely knew that the way he was kissing you, he was an expert hidden within an amateur. The kiss wasn't heated or passionate in any way, but it was sinfully sweet.

It lasted for about a minute, but felt like an eternity.

Pulling away he stared at you again softly before saying "Thank You" and intertwining your fingers with his.

You were too shocked to react to anything. You were an average student. You got into fights. Your mom always yells at you to behave. Your dad keeps telling you to improve your temper. Why the hell does this boy like you?

He noticed you were staring at him the same way you stared at the blackboard during class when the professor was teaching the quantum theory for the first time.

Now that this boy had finally kissed you, he was bold enough to reach out his thumb and running it over your lower lip before popping it in his mouth.

"Pineapple flavoured lip balm, huh? I thought strawberry was the preferred choice when it came to anything for girls. Including......" his eyes lowered to your legs which felt like they were bare naked in the tiny skirt.

"Shuu!!!! Don't stare at me!!" You shoved him away as he laughed and you covered your face with your sweater paws.

"I'm sorry dear. You are just so adorable I couldn't help myself." He said while stroking your hair.

Little did they know a certain playboy on the other side of the library was paying attention to them the whole time and a redhead was poking his head from above one of the bookshelves.

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