#asa sweet x reader

[a-libra-writes]

can I please request for a Mordecai Heller x female reader? like reader is a showgirl who sings on stage like Mitzi one and tends to attract a lot of attention but backs out when they feel this murdercat plotting their death lmao. thank you 😁

heyo! I decided to do a looot of the cats for this one, since its p similar to my Peaky Blinders Jazz Singer post that I was fond of. GN Reader.

Being a Jazz Singer & Performer!

Rocky - When he was hired and met you for the first time, it was absolutely an "infatuation at first sight" situation. Pros!: He's unfailingly polite and sweet, he seems to play with even more energy when you two share a stage, his grin is very off-putting to creeps who shout up at the stage and harass you. Cons: He can get quite distracted when you two share a stage. Many times Zib has had to pull him back with the rest of the band, because he keeps unintentionally scooting closer to you.

The worst part of the Lackadaisy falling onto hard times is the fact you rarely worked there now - you had to sing at other clubs to make ends meet. One of Rocky's big motivators for getting the club back to its old self is you'd come back! Forever this time! (Probably). Rocky doesn't exactly have the time or money to visit the other clubs you work at, so he wants all of your attention during your infrequent visits to the Lackdaisy.

Freckle - Look, he's a shy kid, and the whole 'sneaking out under cover of night to do bootlegging/torpedo shenanigans' is still new. He doesn't have a lot of experience or frame of reference for what a good club singer is like, but Freckle thinks you've got to be one of the best. You have to be, right? Your voice is wonderful and you look positively celestial under the stage lights - wait, that's weird to think, right? Thank God he didn't say it out loud. ... He didn't, right?

Freckle hasn't the slightest idea of how to approach you, so it's up to Ivy and his cousin to drag him over and attempt conversation. It's... a little pitiable, but he's trying. That said, he's surprisingly outspoken and a little scary if someone tried to mess with you while you performed. You're used to the heckles and catcalls, but it's shocking to see that shy tabby jump up from his seat and raise his voice at them.

Ivy - She liked you from the moment she first saw you perform at the Lackdaisy, and that crush hasn't dulled over the months. She maaaay have kept a few posters that advertised the clubs you sang at, and may or may not have cajoled her way into those clubs so she could watch the show. She could easily sweet talk her way to backstage, too - seems you've got a fan.

When the Lackadaisy goes downhill, it's Ivy who wants to sweet talk you into returning. You'll bring in a crowd! The acoustics are great! Pretty pleeease? Her dad Ivy will pay you and not get in trouble until months later when the family accountant goes over the finances. Obviously she cares about the club's wellbeing, but she also wants to spend time with you! Though she's bold enough to just ask you outright. She's also bold enough to outright shout and fight anyone whose heckling you - throwing a heel is a favorite tactic.

Viktor - You're someone he saw often in the olden days, back when the club could afford to have you perform several times a week rather than once a month. Viktor never cared much for the cacophony the crowd and music made, though he knew objectively you were an excellent performer. Rather than endure the crowd, he'd listen to your voice drift across the caves backstage, rehearsing with the band or just by yourself. It was pleasant to listen to, and he could do so in private, either coming back from a job or about to go on one.

Once things began to fall apart, it's not as though he went around to clubs ... or anywhere, really. So if you stopped performing at the Lackadaisy, you might never see each other again. Choosing to stay (or at least do a few pity gigs) would lead to the surprising sight of the big, morose Slav working behind the bar and watching from there, rather than his previous hideouts. It's a little intense to be under that stare... but not all unpleasant? And given how sparse the crowd is, anyone making trouble and catcalling will get dealt with so promptly, they won't even have time to finish their wolf whistle.

Zib - Well, obviously he's going to be drawn in by an attractive singer. Come on. Zib can be smooth when he wants, chainsmoker-scent and rumpled clothes aside. The band likes to tease him mercilessly about it, but that doesn't stop him from cozying up while you two perform together and shooting his shot backstage after every show. Back when the Lackadaisy was thriving, he could afford to hang out at the other clubs you performed at; nowadays, though, that's not so likely.

Even so, starting up a friendship or even fling wouldn't be difficult. He's attracted to and interested in creative spirits, doubly so if you two had very different taste (so there's more to discuss!) and you got on well with the rest of the band. Late-night debates about this musician or that show over a game of cards and several bottles of wine, either together or with the rest of the boys, and waking up half-dressed and seriously hungover come sunrise. Opportunities for visiting would dwindle as the Lackadaisy's business dried up, though if you stayed on ... No, he wouldn't want that for you. If anything you'd be mentioning to him and the band that there's other places to perform to pay the bills. Well, it'd be food for thought.

Wick - Wick wouldn't call himself a music aficionado, especially what's listened to at these rowdy speakeasies, but he won't deny how hard it was to focus on his business associates when you were on stage. So when he discovered you often performed at his favorite club, it was a pleasant surprise. He really wanted to speak with you at some point, at least compliment the performance, but didn't want to come off as those typical entitled wealthy guys who get too fresh with ""lower"" class performers ... so sometimes you'd find flowers in the dressing room and an anonymous note of appreciation.

He finally gets a conversation when you're a guest at a posh party he's attending, or when you continue to perform at the Lackadaisy in spite of the dwindling crowd. It's a shame your large audience is missing, but at least it's way less awkward for him to strike up conversation when you come to the bar? He probably won't bring up the flowers. Oh god, what if you think that's weird. You probably assumed the flowers were some freak fan. Is he a freak fan? He's not, right? (It will take him like months of dating to finally admit to the flowers thing)

Serafine - A good-looking cat with a nice set of pipes is certainly someone she'd notice, especially if they were a regular performer at the Marigold Room and other places she frequented before that. If it was the former, she'd have plenty of chances to wink when you met eyes, "chancing" across you backstage or just being forward and chatting you up after the show. She certainly isn't shy about expressing her interest, and it could be a fun fling.

You do look adorable swinging your hips and swaying your tail along to the beat, not to mention the different get-ups you have to dress in. Serafine maaaay or may not have wanted to help pick a suit out, or help with make-up, or give you some of her jewelry to wear... It's half marking her territory and half she loves to lounge around your dressing room and be a pest. You'd never kick her out and she knows it. She'll do it in other clubs, too, though you have no idea how she keeps getting past security.

Nico - Like his sister, he has no qualms nor shame about trying to get your attention on stage. Unlike Serafine, though, he'd start doing it immediately and be a general pest after the show. The difference between his attention seeking and the other men's in the audience is he actually has some charisma when you two meet backstage, so you're only slightly inclined to tell him to buzz off. He wasn't much of a music expert, and he still isn't ... But he likes hearing you rehearse and hum to yourself, and it's endearing when he requests songs.

He's pleased when you get gigs at the Marigold Room, as it's easier to hang around before and after the show - and bonus, he gets to be extra aggressive with throwing creeps out to impress you! But if you're performing elsewhere then Nico will stop by. He might be bruised and/or bloody because he just left a job, but don't worry! Sometimes he'll even bring flowers or whatever - though without Serafine knowing, she'd never let him live it down.

Mordecai - He wouldn't approach you any differently from others - he'd still be his usual prickly, anti-social, often awkward self - in fact, he might avoid an avid performer, simply because they often have fans around them or at least people recognizing them. What could get his notice was someone whose real persona is very different from their ostentatious self on stage - more quiet and pensive, perhaps. Like any attempt at friendship, let alone romance, it's slow going with him.

That said, he's the type to admire professionalism in a performance. A well put together outfit, thoughtful musical arrangement (as if he's an expert ...). He wouldn't like a femme presenting singer have to wear skimpy clothes or tolerate a rowdy audience. If there was a questionable manager or creepy fan bothering them, Mordecai can deal with that, at least, not that he'd tell his friend/partner. Mordecai would generally glare down any touchy fans and annoying admirers like a jealous terrier. This amuses Mitzi to no end.

Asa - Simply put, he saw you performing at a ritzy party he was invited to and reached out to your manager so you might perform on a weekly basis at the Marigold Room. Very professional! He'd send flowers with his name to the dressing room afterward, would make sure you're finding everything to your liking and not being bothered by anyone. Requests to continue performing would bypass your manager to being nice, short handwritten notes.

Eventually he'd pay you extra and treat you to a nice dinner afterward, if you were comfortable with it. If you let the older man down, he's not too bothered. He'd continue the friendly business relationship and would still send flowers and so on. He'd rather keep you as a good business associate and continue to enjoy the performances than let his silly feelings get in the way. Alas, he is hopeless at discussions of your music. My guy called a ukelele a tiny guitar.

Wes - He never hung around the Marigold Room after hours - it's his workplace, and not really his vibe - but it's very hard to resist not sitting by for an hour (or three) with a drink while you finish your set. Sometimes you two will meet eyes, or he thinks you are, and he considers dropping backstage to say ... hello? He's an 'employee', so isn't checking up on you a normal thing to do? Make sure you're satisfied with the Marigold Room and all that. Right.

Ironically that's how he's finally able to meet the singer he's been mooning over for months. A drunk patron was getting too cozy on your way out, and Wes happened to be there. His face and ... charming demeanor is good for scaring off upper class wimps. So there's that. He's not so bad, though - clumsy, and prooobably realizes you're out of his league. You get to see more of his earnest side when you two meet outside of the Marigold Room, where his fellow murderous gangsters coworkers aren't watching yalls every move with popcorn in hand.

#posting 1 year later lets go lmao #lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #calvin mcmurray x reader #ivy pepper x reader #viktor vasko x reader #zib zibowski x reader #wick sable x reader #serafine savoy x reader #nico savoy x reader #mordecai heller x reader #asa sweet x reader #wes clyde x reader #also lmao sorry mordecai would not take a singer/semi famous partner well. too much attention #its funny to think abt tho like. cannot imagine this man has taste in upbeat jazz #cant even pretend to dance at least calvin tries!

[olivenight17]

Well, uh, it’s been a while, hi! So, maybe the lil caption on my blog is a lie, I may still write just a little bit. Mostly for my pleasure though and not for requests, although I might open them back up if I revamp the fandoms. Anyways uh, have this cause the Lackadaisy fandom grabbed me by the throat and ran off with me. @a-libra-writes surprise! I’m the sugar baby anon. Lol hope you enjoy what feels like a bunch of headcanons tacked on in a one-shot fashion lol, Asa Sweet man.

Asa Sweet x GN!Reader

You enjoyed the life you had with Asa Sweet.

It was a comfortable one. Not oftentimes cozy, filled with the hazy, golden lights and constant chatter of the speakeasy. It’s where you spent most of your time, after all Asa liked seeing you having fun in clothes he bought you in a place he worked hard to create, even if he wasn’t always in the room himself. It was hard to pass up, the Marigold Room had become a hotspot nowadays, and there was always interesting conversation flowing from one person to another.

And you remembered distantly being in bed with him after a long night, his paw trailing over your tail, and hearing him mumble, “you make the lights shine that much brighter, darlin. Some nights get so unsavory, and then I see you in a booth or a chair, smiling with that brightness to you, makes it all disappear.” It was a touching sentiment, and with him being so soft about it, well, who were you to refuse him that bit of comfort?

He always seemed at ease with you, you had noticed. Not much ruffled his fur, visibly anyways, and he made sure to stand tall no matter who it was he was dealing with. Plenty of times you had sat with him on his lap with his arm steady around your waist as he laughed and talked with various patrons and investors over a game of poker or black-jack. He made sure to tuck you right against his chest, an extra, glittering accessory to add to his charisma and power while he cut deals and traded hands. To you it was nervewracking, while you weren’t quite aware of every bit of the under-belly of Asa’s business, you knew a threat when you heard one, and you’d heard many veiled in honeyed words thrown at him over a game and drink. You’d never even seen him so much as flinch at one, just that charming grin he wore in public as he passed his own threats back.

Maybe you were biased from all the nights you’d spent with him, but those sweet threats sounded a lot better coming from his mouth than his business partners. The grin on his face turned just a bit sharper, just a bit more dangerous, and he looked more like a lion than a regular cat.

Although, as enticing as the danger of that smile could be, you liked it best when it was just the two of you in his office late at night.

“You don’t have to stay with me for this. I know it gets boring,” he told you every time you offered to stay. It could have been just because he wanted to be a gentleman, or because he wanted to keep you at arms length from any important information. You never really knew.

But you smiled up at him all the same and placed a paw on his suit. “What, and miss some time alone with you? Perish the thought, Mister.” You responded playfully back at him, a determined glint in your eye. Plus, he rarely refused you anything, and he craved the softness of your company most of all.

So, you were sat back on his lap, straddling his thigh in a bit more improper manner now that it was just the two of you. Most of all, you just liked taking the time to observe him in moments like these. The act he put on for others disappeared, melting into something a bit more real, less of a figure larger than life, and more like someone you could grasp onto. The smile on his face had gone into a more concentrated frown as he studied the papers in front of him(He was careful, he never handled paperwork that was overly sensitive when you were around, both for your safety and his comfort). His tie was loosened, courtesy of you and he gave you a gentle kiss as a reward, and his shirt held a few more wrinkles from the stresses of the day. His shoulders were hunched over his desk, tired after the constant meetings, and he always rubbed at his forehead with a quiet sigh when something was really perplexing him.

He looked like a man, not a terrifying gangster. Though you had seen both sides of him, it was the man who needed your attention the most, usually because he was never let out. Although there was a small glow of pride in your chest that you brought the man out of him the most. You were a good deal younger than him, and he was more than happy to show you places you’ve never been before. Fancy restaurants, shows in the theater, even allowing you the pleasure of opportunity to photograph yourself. You had managed to pull him into one of the photos once, he looked positively awkward and shocked in the picture, but you kept it anyways. It was a nice momento, and you smiled at the memory.

You sat back against his chest with a little sigh, letting his scent fill your nose. Soft and sweet, with the powdered grit of his cigar smoke tangling with it in the perfect combination. It was hard to catch it in the speakeasy with all the drinks and cigars everyone else was having pouring into your nose. But you liked his scent, it was masculine without being completely overwhelming like most men could be.

“Gettin tired, darlin? I can call you a car to take you back,” Asa’s voice drifted into your ear. It was lower than usual with the quiet atmosphere of his office.

You shook your head, turning slightly to fiddle with his tie some more. “Just reminiscing is all,” you told him before chuckling lightly. There was more of a sparkle to your eye as you looked up at him. “Honestly if anyone should be tired it ought to be you. It’s not as draining to just be your ornament, Asa.”

That pulled a more sardonic smile to his lips and he shook his head, taking a puff of his cigar, and you watched as it curled around his nostrils like a dragon. “Yeah, well thank goodness for that, being so tired doesn’t suit you. You can leave that work all to me.” The arm he had around your hips tightened as his golden gaze flicked over to you.

You just let out a hum, cupping his cheek and pressing a soft kiss to his face. “Leaves me the work of having to drag you to a bed and make sure you get some rest though, which I’d argue is harder,” you pointed out teasingly.

That got a chuckle out of him, and the sound rumbled in his chest against your back. “Hardly, all you gotta do is bat your eyelashes and I am humbly at your mercy.”

“That works when I ask for a new hat, not when I need to drag you from your desk at five in the morning. Clearly, you’ve never had to deal with yourself in peak work mode.” You huffed jokingly with crossed arms, though you couldn’t fight the smile crawling onto your face as he pulled you even closer against him.

His head dipped down to nuzzle against your cheek, then pressing into your neck, and you could feel the way he smiled at the resounding purr you gave him at the contact. “That’s what I have you for, honey. I appreciate you, you know I do. Unless this is your way of saying I need to show it a little more.” His breath ghosted along the fur of your neck, and he laughed at the flustered noise you made from it, pulling away to take another puff from his cigar.

You whined his name with a pout on your lips. Your arms crossed and you continued giving him a disapproving glare until he shook his head with an amused smile, leaning down again to press his lips to yours. The kiss was longer than the gentle peck he had given you earlier, and you could feel the smoke unfurling from his mouth and into yours, giving an even more heady sensation. His smoke was the only kind you could stand entering into your lungs, although the nicotine itself wasn’t quite what you were addicted to. Your eyes closed, and you pressed closer for more as you kissed him back. His lips were always so soft against yours, there was never a time where he didn’t treat you delicately, and he tasted as sweet as the candy he kept around on his desk.

You laughed into the kiss as an idea crossed your mind, and you snuck your paw into his inner coat pocket, grabbing a candy out of it as you pulled away. He kept some hidden there in the offchance he came across a kid or two. It wasn’t like he went out of his way for children, but if one crossed his path and he liked their spirit, he tossed a candy their way, and you found the little habit cute.

He gave a disbelieving snort as he watched you pop it into your mouth, and you simply grinned back at him. “You have your addictions, I have mine.” You shrugged nonchalantly, settling your head back against his chest. Your eyes flicked to the clock, it was getting late. Just late enough that you would have to start performing your duty of getting him to bed. “Although if you’re gonna tease me so much, maybe I will need you to show your appreciation more.” Your tail flicked up and across his lap, settling over his other thigh, and you grinned more at the little cough he made. Yet another habit of his, hiding when he thought he was more interested in something than he should be.

“All you need to do is ask, but you’re gonna have to ask me nicely. Think you can do that?” His perfectly manicured claw reached out to tilt your chin upwards, having you look into his eyes.

You could find yourself lost in those golden pools if you tried hard enough. Even so, you relented, sitting up a little more and adjusting yourself in his lap to face him more head on. Conveniently, your figure blocked the view of his mountain of papers, and he merely leaned back to enjoy the image before him. “Please, Asa? It’d be the gentlemanly thing to do to escort me personally to bed, and you’ll already be there so you might as well stay, and I sleep a lot better next to you.” Your tone was light with a practiced softness to it as your fingers trailed up through his fur gently. You’d learned quickly how to pitch your voice in just the right way to convince him of things when you needed to, whether it was to pull him from work or otherwise, it just slowly became part of what you had to do.

He looked you over for a moment longer, head leaning in slightly to the way your fingers brushed at his soft fur with a rumbling purr before he sighed. For a moment he looked older and more weary, but it was gone as soon as it came as he smiled down at you. “Alright, it’s getting unfair how good you are at persuading me, you know.” He gently ushered you off of his lap, and there was a resounding pop as he stretched his back out.

Mindlessly, he gathered his papers into as neat a pile as he could manage for his energy levels, before he shuffled over to grab your coat, taking care to slide it along your arms and up your shoulders. “Although, I bet you’d feel a lot comfier in my bed than yours, darlin. It’s bigger and you’ve already left your night clothes on my floor anyways.” He chuckled at the way your fur bushed up in embarassment at the comment, and he straightened to grab his own coat onto his body. “Just a suggestion, I’ll happily make sure you get to a bed either way, just name the place.”

You shook your head with a grin at his words, but did consider his offer as he finished putting his coat on, grabbing at his hat and briefcase next. Well, it couldn’t be helped, and secretly you did have a bigger preference for his bed given how much softer it was, the springs didn’t poke into your back as much. “Well, it’d be cruel to make you drive so far out of the way to my place when yours is a lot closer by. It defeats the whole purpose of getting you to sleep if you’re kept awake that long anyways.” You slipped your arm into his as he extended it out to you, and pressed yourself tight against him. “So, if you’re offering your place, I certainly won’t refuse.”

“Anything you want, you get. How can I deny a pretty little thing like you?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you couldn’t help but smile more at the affection as he led you out of his office, locking the door behind him.

The relationship between the two of you was just meant to be an arrangment, a transaction of enjoyment for money. But Asa liked mixing his business with pleasure, and through the time you spent with him, you found yourself enjoying his company outside of what he paid you.

You didn’t find yourself wishing it to end any time soon.

#lackadaisy #asa sweet #asa sweet x reader #lackadaisy x reader #eheh hi guysss #miss me? #I can’t promise this will continue but I did just wanna share #also anyways #I was listening to Ma Belle Evangeline while I was writing this #so now I just associate that song to Asa now #this is horrendous #I just desperately hope he doesn’t seem horribly out of character lmao

[deerslutsworld]

Sweeten The Deal

(Decided to write up a little promo fic for @havocfarceur's and my fic that will hopefully be dropping tomorrow!)

Warnings: Smoking, kidnapping, vague threats.

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You open your eyes, memory in a haze and head throbbing as you look around. You appear to be in some sort of office space, and a quite ornate one at that. You’ve been laid down on a velvet couch by the door, and, just in front of that, there’s a bookshelf and a desk. The bookshelf is a little sparse in places, and quite disorganized in others, a bird statue just next to that, mirrored by the one across the way.

Meanwhile, the desk has a stone pattern on the bottom, and a wooden top, sharing in its rather disorganized nature. There are bowls and bottles of sweets in the left corner, and a supply holder, telephone, and picture cramped to the right, just behind the name plate. Squinting your eyes, you see that it reads “Asa Sweet”. 

Looking up to the clean middle, a cat’s paw was there. Following that, there is a man sitting in his tall office chair, although he fills it just fine. The dimming light from outside silhouettes him. It shows off the warm browns of his seat, and the honey of his fur, lighter on the patches around his mouth and eyes. In a way, he resembles a cougar, with his darker ears and tough eyebrows. 

He is waiting for you to look at him, taking a puff on his cigar and, when you do, he smiles.

“Good morning sunshine! Sorry about the rude awakening. Those two workers of mine can be a bit…overzealous.”

As he says this, you swear you see a white paw waving at you from the door. However, it is soon pulled away, causing the door to shut in its absence.

The man, who you assume is named Asa, laughs at this small interaction, shaking his head at their antics. He waits for you to respond. Yet, when you don’t, he just shrugs, standing.

“Not much of a talker, huh? Well, that’s alright. I just need to ask you a few questions, you can just nod or shake your head to let me know if I’m getting warmer or not.”

He picks a folder up from his desk, sorting through it as he paces the room. You sit up as he does so, watching him carefully. You have a pretty good idea why you’re here, and your life depends on your next choices.

“Let’s see, it looks as if you're the triggerman for some new time speakeasy, one who is, well, let’s say attempting to go into direct opposition with my own. They even tried to rehire some of my best workers behind my back. Ha! Crafty.”

In one swift motion, he scans the rest of the files in the folder, before shutting it closed, stirring up some of the dust that had settled on it. He looks up at you with such a big smile, far too gleeful for someone who holds the matter of both your life and death firmly in his paws. 

As you watch him walk around the room, with that strength in his shoulders, and who knows how much information, you find yourself starting to shake. He stops when he sees this, raising his eyebrows. He makes his way over and you tense, your fur going up on end at his presence.

He sits down next to you, putting a firm yet reassuring paw on your shoulder. His fur is softer than you expected, having prepared yourself for a rough bristle, but, this is soothing. He smells of sugar, which you probably should have expected, considering the name and the amount of candy scattered all around on his desk, but, still.

“You’re alright, sweetheart. It’s not you that I want, but your boss . So, make this easy for yourself. Tell us what you know, and then you’ll be free to go. It’s as simple as that,” he says, voice becoming soft.

“If you want, I can even sweeten the deal. Offer a job, I’ll even give you protection should your boss resent you for it,” he reaches into his pocket, and offers you a wrapped candy, “Chocolate bar?”

You take it, considering. If you’re being honest, you were just desperate for the work, bearing no real loyalties to your boss or the establishment. Looking into Asa’s eyes now, you can tell he’s being truthful, nodding along to your thoughts. He smirks, as if he already knows your response.

“Well?”

You take a deep breath, and…

… 

“Come back any time now,” he says as he dismisses you, waving you out the door.

He has your paperwork in his hands as you exit, and you can’t help but wonder if you made the right decision.

You walk out, that black and white cat holding the door for you. Although, he looks mildly less terrifying when he’s not literally chasing after you. He looks straight ahead, not even giving you a glance. You spot someone behind the door too, a gray and black cat, who smirks at you and waves you off with their tail.

You swallow, speed walking away and finally managing to escape this place. Asa was the only bearable one there, you conclude to yourself. In fact, your heart flutters at the idea of seeing him again tomorrow, though you don’t pretend to understand why.

#asa x reader #asa sweet x reader #asa sweet #self shipping #lackadaisy self ship #lackadaisy fic #fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #self ship

[zzprompto]

☆ no homo, right?

denji x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: denji starts to get feelings for [name] and he thinks of all the little things between them. it's not gay though, right? (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

denji was always a fan of women and everything about them. he wasn't necessarily quiet about his preferences either. everyone knew about them. power did, aki did, yoshida probably does and asa too.

however, nobody expected denji to fall for a man, let alone one of his close friends. denji, the one who always talked about wanting to feel a woman, was now making goo-goo eyes at a man. it was unusual.

denji always reassured his friends (asa and yoshida) that he didn't actually like [name]. yet, they could see past him and his lies. they knew that denji was completely infatuated by [name] and no amount of 'no homo's was going to clear that off the fiend's name.

denji was walking about town with [name]. they usually spent their time doing such with their friends after school or when nothing was happening. however, fate seemed to be on denji's side. even if denji didn't want to believe that.

[name] and denji were alone. asa and yoshida had bailed on the two earlier, making weak excuses just to not go with them. of course, they did it all on purpose. they weren't going to tell [name] and denji though, it would ruin all of the fun and suspense.

the two men continued walking, their hands occasionally brushing against eachother as they walked past the busy crowds.

denji wanted to hold [name]'s hand. he wanted to hold it in his own hand and squeeze it. he wanted to feel how soft [name]'s hand would feel in his own, or how calloused it felt. denji wanted to swing his hand, in turn swinging [name]'s as they walked.

but, it wasn't gay right? it was normal to want to hold your friends hand, of course it was. denji had done that with power many times before, so it wasn't romantic or anything.

yet why did it feel so different when denji was facing [name]? why was his heart fluttering? why was his mind racing? he wasn't gay, and he didn't like [name].

eventually, the two settled down at a cafe. it was just the two of them, settling down for a meal to discuss.

but why did this feel like something else? denji felt like he was going on a date, like the time he had gotten reze some flowers on a date. it felt like he was on a date, with his friend.

denji wasn't gay though. of course he wasn't - he couldn't be. he loved women, he was quite the enjoyer. he felt nothing towards men compared to how he felt towards women.

but everything still felt different. denji's palms felt sweaty as he sat down across [name]. he felt his throat going dry too, so he immediately ordered an orange juice to soothe his thirst.

it didn't help though. nothing seemed to be helping when denji was around [name] and he couldn't stand it.

[name] then ordered for himself and for denji. being friends for a while meant that [name] knew stuff. [name] knew the food denji liked, the manga that he would read (or at least tried to), and the fact that denji was chainsaw man.

denji's whole body went hot when he realised this. he realised how much [name] knew about him and it honestly felt scary. were friends meant to know so much about eachother? of course they were, but everything felt so different and scary when denji was with [name].

if asa and yoshida were here, denji wouldn't have to be stuck in this situation. stuck being alone with [name].

once the food arrived, denji immediately tucked in. [name] had ordered him a cake, similar to the one denji had recieved when he first went to a cafe with yoshida. it was sweet, moist and overall perfection. denji couldn't help but want to scarf it down immediately.

"could i have a taste?" [name] asked denji, a small, innocent smile on his lips that made denji's whole body stiffen.

lips.. [name]'s lips. denji wanted to kiss them so badly. he wanted to feel [name]'s lips on his own and see how they'd melt into eachother. he wanted to see how their lips fit into eachother. he wanted to see how perfect they were together.

denji wasn't gay though. he shook away his thoughts by thinking a simple "no homo", something asa despised hearing from denji. she knew the truth that denji was constantly hiding from, and so did yoshida.

"oh.. sure.." denji smiled back at [name]. he took a fork, to be somewhat civilised and not to feed [name] with his hand. he put the fork into the cake and took a piece before feeding it to [name], his hand under the fork to make sure it wouldn't drop the cake before [name] could even get a taste.

wait.. feeding [name]? denji's brain was working on autopilot. he couldn't believe he had just done that. he had just fed [name] a piece of his cake. the cake that he was eating. the cake that he was shoveling down his throat with his bare hands. denji thought he was going to faint because of how hot the room suddenly felt..

[name] wasn't opposed to denji feeding him the cake. although he wasn't expecting it, he certainly didn't mind it. it was like a new change of pace for once in his entire friendship with denji. he wouldn't mind more changes in the future wither.

[name] finished the small piece with a hum, smiling at how good the piece tasted. was it better because denji fed it to him? nobody would know, only [name]

denji the looked away, embarrassed by his actions. he had just fed his friend a piece of his cake.. his mind was still on that.

and of course, denji's mind went into autopilot again as he continued to think about [name].

denji started to eat the cake with the fork, not even his own hands now. he was eating with the same fork that was in [name]'s mouth a few seconds ago. the same fork that he had just used to feed [name]. it was like an indirect kissA

the poor blonde yelped and he dropped his fork onto the table, hiding his face in embarrassment.

denji wasn't gay. he was just doing stuff that friends would do with their friends regularly. but why was his heart fluttering? why was his mind racing? why was his throat suddenly closed up and dried? why, why, why?

"i think i'm in love with you, [name].." denji mumbled into his hands, too scared to meet [name]'s eyes.

maybe denji wasn't gay, but he was surely into his best friend [name] and he now accepted it. he wouldn't hide his feelings behind a 'no homo' anymore.

☆ author's note: 1st chainsaw man post! i was planning on posting requests but for some reason i can't edit my old-er drafts so i have to redo them 😪 sorry for those who are waiting!

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adding onto Asa's newest pet coddling and babying his bugs, how would he react to us protecting them?

Like, maybe another member of the collection got out and found s/o where Asa keeps the bugs and, and startled s/o drops the giant tarantula from where they are on their knees. In their momentary fright, they flinch and shove the tarantula's enclosure, braking it and alerting Asa that something is wrong.

The startled tarantula starts crawling around, quickly moving in the escapee's direction, and just as Asa opens the door, his pet stops the escapee from squishing the tarantula they so fondly named Cocoa by covering it with their hand and scooping him (the tarantula) out of dangers way

this unfortunately leads to the breaking of Asa's pets' hand, however, s/o seems more concerned for Cocoa, as they now have the giant furry spider clutches closely for their chest, but not to tightly, as Asa had taught them to handle it gently

Also I loved the last one!!! very sweet and exactly what I was hoping for, thank you so much!!

Hi I’m really glad you enjoyed the last one! It actually turned out to be one of my fave fics I’ve written and I really appreciate how much detail you always give me to work with! 💖

How would Asa Emory react to his pet/SO injuring themselves to save one of his bugs?

Asa Emory x gn!Reader

Requests are open!

Trigger warning for mild violence and blood.

Shit shit shit. This was not was Asa needed right now. One of his older failed projects had bolted past him and disappeared into the dark halls of the hotel. The Collector in question was currently dragging himself up from the floor with the aid of a near by table, winded and panting.

In a moment of accidental carelessness he’d turned his back, deeming the captive inundated enough to leave. After a round of ‘experimenting’ it wasn’t like he was in any state to move, at least Asa thought. the man laid bloodied and wounded in a pile, paper mache mask stapled to his clammy skin.

Apparently he still had some fight left in him, swiping Asa’s ankle before he could start chaining him back up. That led to the situation now.

By the time he’d gathered himself and trudged to the door the captive was out of sight, it would be impossible to find him right away, he loved his hotel but the twisting halls all blended into one, even if you were a regular visitor. The bloodied and beaten man could be anywhere by now, Asa having no way in knowing where for sure.

Suddenly the sense of urgency came crashing down on him. You were currently spending your allotted free time wandering the hotel, only ever drifting between the places that your master pre-approved as safe for you but on your own nonetheless. Usually the jingling collar on your neck served enough warning if you were to drift, the zombie like prisoners in the lower levels knew not to touch something marked by the hotels owner, one scrape on you could mean a punishment that would leave them wishing they were already dead.

Asa knew in the delirious state the man was in he wouldn’t know nor care you were off bounds, desperate and disoriented, looking for any opportunity for escape from this hellhole.

He could check the cameras, see if he could track the escapee making his way across the monitors but it would be too time consuming, time already not being on his side with you loose in the hotel, blissfully unaware of the deranged man stalking the halls. Fuck, he’d have to do this on foot and now.

On the other side of the hotel you hum quietly, running your fingers across the various terrariums in the specimen room. This was your favourite room to visit, having named all the critters to your liking and much to Asa’s amusement hidden under annoyance. You were particularly fond of the Blue Death Feigning Beetles, just a bunch of silly little blue guys that didn’t really know what was going on but happy to be there nonetheless.

Only one specimen held a higher place in your heart. Cocoa, an older rich brown curly haired tarantula or Tliltocatl albopilosus as Asa insisted. Asa had gifted her to you after seeing how well you handled the other specimens with a particular lean towards tarantulas. One of the easier kinds to keep, she lived up to her specie description well, docile and less prone to kicking hairs or biting. You two had bonded well, spending evenings together on the specimen room floor.

You watched happily as she tottered across the floor in-front of you, never letting her get too far before coaxing her back into your palms. Just as you were going to pluck her from the floor and return her to her tank the door slams open, leaving an indent in the wall where the handle smashed into it.

Crazed bloodshot eyes met yours from across the room, this was obviously one of sir’s projects, but what was it doing here? Fear spiked up your spine like ice as he started approaching with haste, blood gurgling in his mouth making anything he was attempting to say unintelligible. He probably thought you could help him. Poor guy. You felt a little pitiful for him.

That was until he lunged for you, sputtering blood over your fresh clothes from his dripping maw. You let out a startled scream, this seeming to annoy him more, slapping a dirty hand over your mouth in an attempt to silence you and stop his tormenter from locating him. You sink your teeth into his hand in retaliation, the feeling of splitting skin vile under your canines. He howls in pain, shoving you away from him and onto the floor.

You do the first thing you can think of and mentally apologise to cocoa for what’s about to happen. Gripping the table leg you shove the table over, by proxy pushing her tank onto the floor, with as much strength as you can muster. not before taking inventory of where cocoa is on the wooden floor, not wanting her to be hurt in the process.

Asa now only a hallway away hears the crash and swears under his breath, his worse fears becoming real as it becomes apparent you and the escaped victim are sharing the same room. He can only hope he gets to you before you sustain any injuries.

In the blur of chaos cocoa is startled and skitters across the room towards the man. the delirious man snarls in anger and fear, raising his foot to crush her under his tattered shoe. eyes snapping wide in terror you lurch across the floor for her as fast as you can. You manage to grab her just in time, your breath shaky as you scoop her up. The man above you takes this opportunity to stomp as hard as he can on your hand, the sick sound of your fingers crunching under his weight reaching your ears as you wail in pain.

Just as the man makes a run for it the door bangs open loudly to present a less than happy Asa, infuriated murderous look haunting his features. The man responsible for this whole ordeal visibly pales even more. Before he can shake off the shock a blade is swept across his throat with accuracy, leaving the ghostly man to crumple to the floor, gurgling on his own spit and blood. Your master watches him fall with a sick satisfaction, this is soon wiped from his face and replaced with concern when his gaze meets you.

Despite being disheveled and exhausted you hold Cocoa to your chest gently, whispering sweet words of comfort to her. You weren’t sure if the words were more for her or you but it didn’t matter right now, you were both safe.

You eyes finally rest on Asa and your expression softens, knowing things will be ok for definite now. “Sir…I’m sorry about the tank, I didn’t know what else to do, how to reach you. Cocoa’s ok, I’ve checked her over and she’s fine, see?” You cross the room to your master and extend your palm for cocoa to waddle onto Asa’s hand, letting him give her the once over.

“You took perfect care of her, I’m thankful, pet.” A small smile creeps onto his face but is quickly swept off as he sees your hand, red and throbbing, fingers already starting to bruise. Asa quickly places cocoa into an extra tank and turns back to you. “Hand” he orders, waiting for you to place your abused hand into his larger one. He looks over it carefully, flexing a few fingers and hearing you hiss. There’s definitely some breaks.

His face takes on a guilty but frustrated look. “What is this? You should’ve tended to yourself first” he lets out a deep breath. “Excuse my temper pet but you’re hurt, your hand is most likely fractured in a few places…I’m sorry for letting this happen.” He says remorsefully, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Sorry for not telling you sooner it’s just, I guess I didn’t even really register it, sure it hurt like a motherfucker-“

“Pet. language..”

“Sorry sir, it hurt real bad but I was so focused on making sure cocoa was safe it seemed like a non issue at the time.”

“I forgive you, little one” he whispers into your hair. you two stay like that for a moment, basking in each-others safety after the hectic events of this afternoon. Eventually the taller breaks away from the embrace with a sigh, gesturing to your damaged hand.

“Let’s get you fixed up and fed hm?” He suggests, suddenly hiking you up into his arms, your legs scrambling to wrap around his wide waist as you lean your head into the crook of his neck. Asa hum’s calmly as he makes his way through the halls, you snuggle deeper into his embrace, the events of the day finally weighing down on you.

“You can rest now cricket, sir has you, you’re safe.”

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can we get a yoru x f/non-binary reader which doesn't end with the reader getting turned into a weapon (also with a little asa sprinkled in)

Love Yoru and Asa, but I dunno how much romance is actually in this thing. It's pretty long compared to my usual word count, so I don't know how spread out it could be or if things are rushed.

Anyway...

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Conflict of Interests ˖ ࣪⊹

Love Asa and Yoru and imo both need more love, but specifically Yoru.

➸ Yoru + !Neutral!Reader, Asa + !Neutral!Reader

➸ Word count; 3849 words,

➸ Warnings for gore, because this is CSM and it's Yoru. No spoilers (that I know of)

➸ Aside from the gore, I don't believe there are any other content warnings either. Don't know how well this flows because none of my work is beta read and I was also losing motivation by the end of this because I cranked this out in about two or three hours.

All things considered, you were adapting to your new life in Japan pretty well. At least, it felt like it.

Communication wasn't an issue, which was a relief - Neither was money, but your biggest problem so far was being directionally challenged. It complicated your routine to the utmost degree, and what was supposed to be a simple shopping trip had taken more than three hours because somewhere along the way you'd taken a wrong turn. Which was why, in your current moment, you were wandering aimlessly around the backstreets of Kyoto, meandering closely to the nearby high school. Silent as it was at the current hour, it still felt weird knowing that if you never left home, you'd probably be stuck in a building like that for hours on end.

You weren't though, and you were also lost. Which seriously wasn't fun, especially when you had a younger brother at home left unsupervised.

What was even less fun, though, (besides the thought of a rouge twelve-year-old boy) was the lack of people around you. Sure it was late, school was finished and the teenagers had cleared the food stalls and vendors and had already gone home, but it wasn't late enough that people would be tucking up in their homes already. The sun was still peaked beyond the horizon, casting pale light amok the city - The streetlights weren't even on yet, and yet the roads were emptier than a bucket with a hole in the bottom.

You weren't sure if that should make you feel relieved, or even more anxious than you already were.

Your first thought was a devil attack. They were common enough, and although the living embodiments of fear preferred more public areas (more fear to feed on, you assumed?) that didn't mean the weaker devils didn't slink around alleys like shifty cats when the darkness fell. And it was that thought exactly that kept you from calling out for help.

It was certainly a nerve-wracking thought, that was for sure, and a part of your new life that you weren't ever sure you were going to get used to. At least back home, devil attacks weren't nearly as common as they were 'round the streets of Kyoto. Sure, you'd go through attack drills like any other school, but luckily for you, you'd never had the misfortune of meeting one face-to-face on the streets. You couldn't even imagine the pure terror you might feel in that scenario - The pungent fear, the visceral pounding of your heart in your ears, the fight-or-flight instinct failing to kick in, maybe even the sickening, cloying stench of iron blood swarming your nose-

Huh. That wasn't good.

That sickly sweet, cloying iron scent of blood was swarming your nose.

You froze, rounding the corner, feet rooted to the ground. You almost flinched at the wet squelch that met your shoe instead of the steady tap against worn, greening concrete. Didn't have to look down to know that pools of blood were lapping seamlessly on your brand-new shoes. You didn't know what made you wince more, the price of the now ruined shoes, or the feeling of pungent fear that struck you at the unsightly view of bulging intestines flung around the wider street in front of you.

Gross - Disgusting. There was no immediate threat, you deduced after a second or two of not being attacked. No, the devil that made this mess (inadvertently or otherwise) was sprawled in the middle of the street, gangly, twisted, fuzzy and bulbous body blocking the road like the world's most horrific barricade. It wasn't moving, fur clogged with blood and flesh and guts only wavered with the faint breeze, but its sides didn't heave like it was breathing, although you weren't entirely certain that devils had to breathe. 'It could still be a trap' Was the thought that bullied its way to the forefront of your mind, and yet you still couldn't find it in yourself to move.

For the first time in what had to be a good long while since you'd left the store, you saw someone else. At first, your heart froze as the bee-like body of the devil shuddered and shook - It rolled onto its side, spilling more of its entrails onto the path. They slithered up to you sluggishly, like a trash heap toppling over, but the insectile face filled with jagged and snaggled teeth was blank as ever. There was no life behind those eyes, but you were more focused on the girl who'd effortlessly posed herself atop the body of the beast.

She wore a school uniform, you noticed, paired with an otherworldly cutlass held firmly in her right hand. The world around the two of you was eerily silent, ear-splitting and ringing in your mind. You clutched your bags a little tighter, the plastic crinkling, rustling ever so slightly in your fist.

The hunter whipped around to face you - She couldn't have been much older than you, but her darker hair framed her face fiercely, fire-ringed eyes glaring you down with such hostility that it almost gave you whiplash. She didn't budge from her spot, but her shoulders drew up tightly as she held her weapon in front of her defensively.

You just blinked - The smell of blood wasn't as pungent as when it first hit you, settling over you like a blanket. You just lifted your shirt, covering your nose as you waved the brooding, mysterious and most likely murderous stranger over to you. From where you stood, you could see the way she froze, face twisting from a scowl into confusion, before the crisscrossing scars on her face literally melted into her own skin, leaving her in perfect condition.

The sword clattered mutely against what looked like a misshapen lung, and the girl set her foot down firmly against the joint of a broken leg. It gave out immediately, and you could only watch as she yelped and tumbled haphazardly from the corpse into a pool of blood. The aura she'd been carrying up until that moment disappeared the second she looked up at you again. Her eyes no longer glowed like red-hot embers, mellow brown eyes looking nothing but defeated.

She shook herself once and heaved herself to her feet, shuffling over to your relatively clear patch on the fringe of carnage.

"Hello?" Her voice cracked awkwardly. You couldn't help but purse your lips sympathetically.

"Hey," You began, reaching into your pocket. Just your luck that you had a clean packet of tissues packed. "I was just wondering how to get back to the main road. I'm new to the area, and I'm kinda lost."

You offered her the tissues, and it looked like she was about ready to cry at the gesture.

"Oh, uh, sure. I could walk you," She froze, dabbing the blood from her cheek, "-only cause I also need to walk that way," Her face pulled into a grimace, and she subtly flinched as if someone was poking fun at her. She opened her mouth a few times, gaping like a fish before her face flushed red. Without another word, she hurried around the corner you'd just rounded, and you just followed without another word.

She didn't talk, never glanced in your direction to see if you were following her. You didn't mind, though, because you were just happy to see life slowly returning around you - Moreso the sounds of traffic and chatter and city ambience that you'd slowly lost over the past few hours. The joy of finally returning to a place you could somewhat navigate diverged your attention, so by the time you turned to at least thank your guide, she was already long gone.

It wasn't really your problem if she didn't want to stick around. What was your problem was the little brother you'd left at home by himself. You hoped that the apartment was still in one piece by the time you'd made it back.

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You finally visited the school. It certainly looked different teeming with student pushing and shoving their way to freedom. It also felt a lot different, seeing people your age running around in uniforms, talking to friends and passing by you without a second look. The uniforms, in particular, gave you a pause - They itched your brain in the most peculiar way until you remembered why. The same girl you'd met about a week ago, the one who'd slain the bee-like devil, had worn the very same uniform. Albeit, hers was doused in blood and cuts, it was no doubt the very same one.

That was a thought for later. You tapped your foot impatiently against the ground, waiting for your brother to finally make an appearance. You supposed his tardiness was payback for the time you got lost and spent hours wandering the backstreets of Kyoto, but you couldn't help but feel impatient.

He appeared a second later, thankfully, surrounded by a group of kids his age. It was nice to see him fitting in, especially after he'd only been going to his new school for about a week, although you had to admit it was funny seeing him freeze as soon as he saw you waiting at the front gate.

"Why are you here?" He scampered away from his group, looking more nervous than annoyed. You fixed him with a perpetually bored look.

"I came here to walk you home, idiot, why else? For shits and grins?" You quirked an eyebrow. He sighed and sagged his shoulders.

"But… I was gonna hang out with my new friends…" You gasped dramatically.

"And you were gonna make me walk home all by myself?" Your brother cringed. You felt nothing but satisfaction. With a sigh, you pat him on the shoulder.

"Just be back in time for dinner," You paused and set him with a stern expression. "And steer clear of devils, alright? I want you back in one piece."

He only gave you a big smile and a rushed thanks before running off, quickly rejoining his group. You shook your head and stretched your arms, noticing how quickly the crowds around you had thinned out around you.

"Oh, it's you again," You turned on your heel, coming face to face with the same, sharp-eyed dark-haired girl you'd briefly met a few weeks ago. Her face was riddled with scars again, clean cut, rough against her pale skin. You furrowed your brow, wondering if your memory was playing tricks on you.

"It's me? You were the girl who killed the devil, right?" You just had to make sure. She puffed up, eyes practically glowing orange and she fixed you with a pompous look.

"That's me. I'm an expert with any sort've melee weapon," She waved her hand as if shooing away an annoying insect from her ear. "But that's not why I came over here," Her eyes gleamed, "I was just wondering if you wanted to go shopping with me, y'know, have a walk around?"

You did a double-take.

The idea sounded nice, making a new friend, and there was a regular food vendor that you'd been meaning to try recently. But the idea of going with a stranger you'd really only just met set of alarms in your brain.

'However…' She was admittedly pretty. Those bright eyes that seemed to peer into your soul, a sharp, clean smile with long dark hair. 'Plus, it'll be in public, right? Plenty of other students and people around.'

"Yeah, sure, I have time," You missed the way her smile grew ever so slightly, stretching just further than a human could naturally.

However odd the situation was, you couldn't deny it was nice to finally have someone other than your brother to talk to. Admittedly, it was also odd how her bravado slipped the minute you turned to walk into the city, but you also found the marine life facts she sputtered out like she'd rehearsed were entertaining. She just seemed happy that you didn't seem bored out of your mind.

Asa Mitaka, you learned her name was. Wasn't usually one to talk to people, and she said it was a miracle she was able to muster up the courage to talk to you in the first place. She pointedly refused to make eye contact most of the time, which was fine in your opinion since at least the conversation was kept in a lively ebb and flow you weren't entirely used to.

She talked with an edge to her voice, not an annoyed one, but rather a nervous one. You didn't really want to ask about it, seeing as you used to do something similar when you were younger, however, Asa beat you to the punch.

"I don't have many friends - I had one before, but, well, she died in a devil attack not too long ago," She peered through a window store, just looking at the array of shoes that were for sale. "I mean, I haven't had many friends at all. Just the one." You stepped up next to her, but she just peered sadly beyond the glass.

Brown eyes. You squinted. Perhaps the light turned them orange. You once knew someone whose hazel eyes turned yellow under the light. Orange wasn't too far from brown.

"Maybe we can be friends," You asked, almost absentmindedly. Asa whipped around to stare at you, her mouth hanging open. Her eyes flickered back and forth - From your face, to behind you, maybe. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth nervously and didn't say anything.

That made your heart twist a little. Ouch.

Taking a break from the sun, the two of you were stopped at a vending machine under shade, grabbing a few drinks. It was mostly quiet aside from the sound of the machine working, clanging softly as coins were inserted. You were leaning against a wall when a little thing approached you out of the corner of your eye.

"Aw, cute. Kitty cat," You kneeled and reached out your hand, letting the feline sniff your fingers before it rubbed its head along your palm. Asa made a noise halfway between a choke and a squeak before shuffling a few paces backwards.

"Yeah, cute," She seemed preoccupied, whispering something urgently under her breath. Which was odd - You were going to ask if she was okay, but Asa was suddenly in your face before you could react, those same, orange-ringed eyes staring into your very being.

Orange. Not brown.

Preoccupied, a hot flush covered your face.

"Come with me. I wanna show you something cool," The bravado was back, oddly enough. No trace of the nervous high-schooler, but rather, the cool, confident and dangerous devil hunter you'd seen the first time you'd met eyes.

The change made you nervous, but also, you couldn't really say no to a pretty and confident girl asking you to come with her, especially when she'd been so heartening throughout your entire afternoon. She sealed the deal by taking your hand in hers, wrapping her lithe fingers confidently around your own in a way that made your heart thud errantly in your ribcage. Starved for human touch, you followed her as she tugged you along with enthusiasm.

It made butterflies tumble around in your chest, a sense of happiness and friendship you hadn't known in a while. It made you feel like a normal teen, running through the city with their friend, laughing happily together. You didn't have to care about making dinner, or phoning your parents in another country, or worrying about bills - You got to just run around without care plaguing your brain. You didn't care about the people you ran past, didn't even care as the streets thinned and people slowly appeared less and less around you. You didn't even realise that Asa had dragged you into something that was nothing less than an alley.

You only realised when she'd stopped laughing and was instead standing stock still between you and your freedom.

You also stopped laughing. Your heart dropped deep into your stomach.

"Ah, shit," You puffed, still catching your breath. "Well, I guess it was a dumb mistake to follow a stranger through the city." You tried to laugh away the atmosphere - You wanted to believe that you'd make it back home to see your family again, but somehow, seeing Asa's burning orange eyes made you doubt the chance that that would ever happen.

"Not surprised. Humans aren't the smartest," She offhandedly remarked, watching you like a dingo would watch a human baby. Although, no, that wasn't entirely right. There was a cold, analytical feeling behind it, not a sensation of hunger. But that word, the little indication - 'human.'

"You're a devil."

It was less a question and more of a statement. Asa smiled and cocked her head.

"A devil you couldn't even begin to fathom," Those same ringed eyes burned, pinning you to the wall. You furrowed your brow, gut-twisting and your neurotically swayed, judging how far you could possibly make it before she could close the distance.

"Lay it on me. I'm pretty smart," Were the dying words you chose to go with. However scary a devil she could be, Asa was also still in the body of a high-school girl. The sight wasn't particularly scary compared to the devils you'd seen in the past.

"You're bravado won't save. It certainly didn't save my host," Asa reached out her hand toward you, pinprick eyes staring you down with such complexity. The visage reminded you of an owl.

"I am not Asa," Asa began - "Asa is a part of me, and I am a part of her, yet, in the end, we are two different beings." You tilted your head.

"Then, who are you?" You shimmied against the wall, trying to perhaps slide your way to freedom.

Asa closed the distance instantly, digging her fingers into your scalp with such ferocity that you could feel it digging into bone with enough force to pin you to the spot, but not enough to shatter your skull instantly.

"I don't have a name, but I go by Yoru - The devil of war."

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"(Name). Spinal cord sword."

You held your breath.

Nothing happened.

Yoru furrowed her brow.

"(Name). Spinal cord sword."

Her face morphed into a scowl, and then a snarl.

You gave her a look, one that asked 'what the hell are you doing' and you knew she knew exactly what you were thinking.

"What the fuck - Why isn't it working?" She let you go, shoving you painfully into the wall. You were dazed, now had a sore head and probably a minor concussion, but you were alive and your limbs weren't twisted into a gorey weapon. Your eyes focussed just in time to see Asa, or Yoru? Punch a hole in the nearby brick wall.

"It's because of you!" Yoru shouted at a patch of empty air. "You and your stupid human feelings and your pathetic nature to fall in love with someone who shows you a smidge of kindness and your stupid nature infecting my mind! Sharing a body with you has done nothing but hinder me!"

Yoru howled and whined like a toddler, bashing her fists against the same wall she'd punched a hole through, clutched her hair with her face screwed up into a childish scowl. She whipped around to stare in the vague direction she'd done so before, her scowl deepening with her teeth bared in a snarl.

"I AM NOT STUPID!" And with that, the anger was gone. The scars were gone, too. Her eyes were a rich shade of brown, deep, with flecks of gold and faint rings that seemed reminiscent of the war devil's own eyes. You had no idea if it was the influence of the devil herself, or if Asa's (?) eyes naturally looked like that.

An ear-splitting silence settled over the scene. Asa slumped against the wall, curled into the pit of carnage Yoru had carved with her bare fists. She just sat there, staring blankly ahead, eyes hooded and squinted as if someone was yelling at her. You were in a similar boat, head pounding, trickling of blood dribbling from your hairline, down your face and dripping onto the concrete below.

"So," You hummed. Asa flinched, but she didn't stop staring into the empty air ahead of her. "What the fuck was that all about?"

"That, uh, was Yoru." She didn't say anything else.

"And Yoru is the war devil?" Asa nodded.

…

"Mind explaining what's going on?" Asa finally pulled herself together, physically.

"It's a long story," She offered, trying to pull her hair into a pair of twintails.

"Well, I have to make dinner. Fancy staying over?" The words were out of your mouth before you could even think about them. Why you were inviting the war devil over for dinner, or at least the host of the war devil, you had no idea. But you just had one question you really, really had to ask.

"Hey, do you know why she's such a baby?"

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"I'm heading out, be back soon!" Your brother yelled into the apartment, shrugging on a jacket.

"Don't fill up on junk food and don't talk to any weird devils, 'kay?" You yelled back. Your brother paused and looked at you before nudging his head in the direction of the other room. You scoffed.

"You know damn well what I mean!" Your brother laughed and locked the door behind him as he left.

Yoru appeared in the doorway as he left, a loaf of bread tucked under one arm with a slice hanging from her mouth.

"Where's he going?" The devil sat next to you at the kotatsu, absentmindedly watching whatever was playing on the tv set.

"To hang out with friends. He probably won't be back later so don't eat all the goddamn soba this time," You pointed your pen in her direction. The devil didn't seem particularly threatened, so you made a mental note to put aside a bowl for your brother.

"Hey, Yoru? Quick question," The devil grunted. "When will I see Asa again? Not that I don't appreciate your…" You paused and looked her up and down "Wonderful companionship, it feels weird to only see one of my girlfriends on a near daily basis."

Yoru scoffed and shrugged.

"When Mitaka can take control of this body, she's more than welcome to hang out with you," Yoru took the piece of bread she'd been eating and pressed it against your lips. You quirked an eyebrow but took a bite of the offered piece of bread. You decidedly didn't comment on her eating it plain, as last time resulted in a forty-minute tantrum including someone called 'Fami'.

After a moment of silence, Yoru stopped and grinned sharply. The same smile she gave you back in that alley all those months ago.

"Are you bullying Asa-" Yoru reached forward and grabbed you by both your wrists "-again?"

…

"Yoru?" The war devil smirked like a bitch.

"Yeah?"

"You're doing this to tease Asa, aren't you?" Yoru only cackled.

"Perhaps."

Asa is crying and shaking at the end. She can't believe Yoru would do something like that in front of her.

#asa mitaka x reader #asa x reader #yoru x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #yoru is a black cat gf #asa is an orange cat gf #some fluff #can't believe yoru eats her bread plain smh #war devil x reader

[thesightstoshowyou]

Collective

- Part One -

Vincent Sinclair x F Reader x Asa Emory

Warnings: Violence, blood, threats, brief descriptions of gore

A/N: @quiveringdeer and her headcanon machine got me thinking about these two again, so I’ve given this piece from a few years ago a nice facelift. I hope to continue with part two soon!

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It’s mid morning when a man strolls into town, the unforgiving Louisiana heat already simmering on cracked asphalt. He’s maybe mid-forties, alone, and handsome in a rugged way, you’ll admit, in his work boots, double-fronted jeans, and plaid button up. Outdoorsy, you guess.

You watch him through the window as he cautiously surveys the area. When Lester had called to alert you to the newcomer, he’d sounded hesitant, or maybe uneasy. Whatever it was, it’s put you on edge already.

Sauntering out the door of Bo’s shop, you wrinkle your nose at the oppressive heat before forcing a sweet smile across your face.

“Hey there! You lookin’ fer Bo?” The twangy accent is easy to fake after so much practice. He turns to you, the cold look on his face almost tripping you up. Then, his dark eyes quickly dart from your cleavage to your face and you regain composure.

He’s only a man. Relax.

“So I’ve been instructed,” he responds to your question. His voice is deep and rich like bourbon. You’d swoon if you didn’t know he’d be roadkill before the sun sets.

“He should be back in about a half hour. Had to run to town fer supplies.” The man hums noncommittally, a displeased scowl on his face. He glances around again as you speak, studying each house in detail. His eyes are piercing, calculating. There’s intelligence there, beyond his gaze. He reminds you of Vincent.

You suppress a shudder. Best get him somewhere else before he starts looking too closely.

Plastering another smile on your face, you announce, “We, uh, have a pretty good wax museum here. I can show it to ya’ if you’d like. Keep ya’ entertained while we wait fer Bo.” The man raises an eyebrow, indicating he would rather do a million other things than look at some half-rate wax museum in this shit hole town. You can hardly blame him.

“Lead the way,” he replies, surprising you.

Alright then.

You must leave the shade offered by Bo’s shop in order to lead the man up the hill toward the museum. As you walk, he studies every building, like he’s searching for something. For other people, you wager.

Unease grows. You’re uncomfortable with this man who is obviously too smart for his own good, but you don’t have much of a choice. You have a job to do, a job that is the only thing keeping you from a knife to the gut and an eternity encased in wax.

Distract him before he notices too much. “What brings you to the area, Mister…?”

“Emory. Call me Asa.” He finally peels his gaze away from the surroundings to look at you. “Entomology conference in New Orleans.”

A bug guy, huh? Be dumb. “Entomology. Is that like, uh, snakes an’ stuff?”

“Insects,” he corrects tersely. You giggle and nod, like you hadn’t just insulted his field of expertise. You wipe your dripping forehead on the back of your arm, hoping he thinks you’re sweating from the heat and not from nerves.

Finally, you reach the museum. He pauses to give one hard look at the Sinclair house perched atop the hill before holding the door open for you. You thank him and slip inside, relieved to be out of the heat.

The museum is oppressively silent, a fact to which you can never grow accustomed. It’s a perpetual funeral, an unmarked grave commanding muted respect for its enshrined dead. You wonder if Asa feels it too.

That eerie, itchy feeling tickles the back of your neck and you know he’s close now, close enough to see you and Asa. Somewhere in the dark lurks Vincent, ready to dispatch the man at your side.

Clearing your throat, you motion to the first piece: The woman with her hand raised as if in greeting, frightful smile stretched across her face. “This is—

Your words lodge in your throat along with your heart when you’re grabbed from behind and pinned against the wall. The hand on the back of your head grinds your face into wax. Your cry of shock morphs into a choked inhale when the point of a knife is pushed to your throat.

 “You’re going to tell me what you have going on here or I’m going to open up an artery,” Asa growls in your ear. Panic surges through your bloodstream and you thrash, heedless of the knife that nicks your flesh. Warmth trickles down your neck and chest to soak into your shirt.

“P-Please don’t touch me, p-please, he won’t like it, please let me go.” You drop the fake accent as you beg, tears welling in your eyes, neck straining to look at the man behind you.

You freeze when a thumb brushes over the brand on your shoulder, your damned shirt having slipped down in the scuffle. Asa traces the white scar, the dips and curves of the embellished “S.”

“Interesting,” he muses.

“Don’t—

You both hear the approaching footsteps at the same time, quick taps that disturb the hush around you. Asa reacts first. He whips you both around and you shriek, snapping your eyes shut and bracing for impact.

The crowbar stops its downward arc inches from your face. A tremulous wheeze leaves your lips as Vincent leaps back and hunches down into a defensive position. He’s twitchy, agitated, the good eye behind the mask flicking to the hands on you, to your terrified face, to Asa’s calm expression.

Asa grips you around the middle, cool steel slotting under your chin. He walks you in a half circle so he’s no longer caged in by the wax wall behind him. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you allow yourself to be maneuvered, the pressure of the blade on your flesh more than enough incentive. As you move, Vincent’s own knife swishes as it’s withdrawn from its sheath.

You both come to a stop next to one of the statues, the one of the man holding his hat aloft. You expect to keep moving, but find Asa has fallen as still as the figure beside you. His head turns and you realize he’s closely inspecting the statue. Slowly, he brings you both closer. What’s he looking for…?

With a swift kick, Asa knocks the statue to the ground. The upraised arm and the man’s head crack when the statue collides with the floor, limb and skull bouncing and rolling away. Revealed to him now are the layers of real, human flesh, muscle, organs, and bone encased in wax, preserved for all time.

For a moment, everyone stands frozen. The severed head rolls to a stop near Vincent’s boots, but his eye remains firmly locked on the knife at your throat. Your breath leaves you in a shuddering exhale.

Adjusting his grip on the blade, Asa hums thoughtfully. With the toe of his boot, he tips the wax victim to get a better look at its grotesque insides. There’s no tension in his body, no change in his slow, even breathing. He appears completely unperturbed by this gruesome discovery.

Speaking to Vincent, he asks curiously, “Are they all people?” Cautiously, Vincent straightens, tilting his head suspiciously at the nonchalant question. “Well?” Asa presses, gripping you tighter, applying pressure to the knife until you squeak.

Slowly, the wax mask bobs up and down in a nod.

“Very unique,” Asa comments. He drags you back to the next scene, a man kneeling over a woman on a sofa. As he looks over the figures, he adds, “Always a pleasure to meet a fellow artist.”

Artist.

A fellow artist.

What…what does he mean?

“And this is your muse?” His tone is mocking now, the hand around your waist sliding up to your chin to give your head a teasing shake.

Vincent growls, his grip so tight on the handle of his blade his knuckles blanche. Asa chuckles quietly and squeezes your jaw so tight you whimper. Vincent moves to take a step closer, but Asa tips your head up with the blade, pressing the point to your fluttering pulse.

“You’ll get her back, but first I need a few things from you.”

#asa emory #vincent sinclair #the collector 2009 #the collection 2012 #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #asa emory x reader #thesightstoshowyou #crossover au #flashing gif

[crownedtargaryen]

little songbird. dark vampire!aemond

MASTERLIST pairing: dark vampire!aemond x reader (a/n): inspired by this post thank you so much for endorsing me to write this! i hope you enjoy!! also mel, one thank u for proof reading this would’ve been such a disaster without you and two… her calling me the queen of vampire aemond has me in a chokehold wtf CW: dead dove do not eat, non-consensual somnophilia, BLOOD LOTS OF FUCKING BLOOD HE FUCKS YOU WITH YOUR BLOOD ON HIS DICK PLEASE BE CAREFUL IF U DONT LIKE BLOOD, brief mentions of choking, degrading, predator and prey dynamic all notes are appreciated. words: 2.4k tag list: @lovelykhaleesiii @hopelesswritergall @arcielee @aemondsversion @vermithorn @bellaisasleep @ilikeitbetterangsty @asa-do-your-thing @clairacassidy

It appears that Aemond has been giving you thought lately. He greatly admires the way your eyes sparkle with excitement as you lively engage in conversation, and he finds the delicate curves and crevices of your wrists and neck to be incredibly captivating. Driven wild by the sweet and tantalizing scent of the cherry lip balm lingering over your lips, although he's found it near impossible to banish you from his mind. Unable to shake the melody that your blood sings to him, and him alone. The hypnotic taunting to him like a siren's call- since the day you’d first crossed destined paths. It's almost impossible for him to resist these temptations, especially when his pretty piece of meat is frolicking so mindlessly right in front of him.

Aemond carefully looms over you, over every inch of your being. His eyes dark as he closely watches you nuzzle into your pillow lazily, the baggy sleeping shirt revealing your soft stomach, and yet ever so slightly, as your legs shuffle. Followed by a mindless, exhausted whine escaping your soft lips. He watches your every move intently, having been standing there for a solid hour and more, intent on not startling you awake. His breathing is palpable, his heavy-lidded eyes draped over you, lustfully gleaming over you. He thinks of leaving, desperately refusing to give in to such carnal temptations, and yet, as though the Gods wished to taunt with him, you shuffle and move your head to the side, revealing the perfect spot for him to ravish that pretty little neck of yours. He can no longer bear the hesitation.

Slowly, he moves down, careful not to wake you. Aemond's large hand trails your arm, curious to see if you'd wake to his cold touch. When you remain undisturbed, he grins wolfishly and moves his lips closer to that perfect spot in the crook of your neck. Slowly, he opens his mouth and leaves a sloppy kiss, licking over the part where he places his defined lips, brushing his teeth against your skin. All you do is sigh in your slumber, not the slightest bit stirred.

Strange.

Though too captivated by his sinful thoughts, eager to play it out, his pointed fangs grow pricking your tender skin as he looks at your figure expectantly. Surely, the sudden sting of his fangs sinking in would startle you wide awake. How mad would you be? He longingly wonders, sighing shakily into your skin as he sinks the pointed pieces further into your flesh, desperate for the stream of fresh blood to abruptly pull through. Finding a rich artery, he hungrily groans involuntarily at the metallic taste he'd been strongly craving from you and only you. When all you do, but helplessly whine beneath him in response, he falls harder in love with this raw experience.

Slowly, his hand trails between your thighs as he removes his teeth from the punctured skin. Swiftly wrapping his lips over the bloodied piece and sucking slowly to draw the blood from your flesh, devouring you as though he’d been offered his favorite wine. His hand presses to your clothed cunt, tracing over the prominent outline of your folds.

No underwear, he deciphers.

He looks at you closely, not recognizing the woman lying upon the bed anymore as someone he loves, merely seeing you as his naive, vulnerable prey. Aemond kisses the wound he’d so lovingly punctured, his tongue sliding against the throbbing site where he'd ruthlessly fed from you. He groans, a triumphant smile struck across his chiseled face, one hand pushes into the bed whilst the other rubs harsh circles against your clit through the thin fabric of your shorts. His blood-stained lips press against your throat, suckling the remnants of the sweet, metallic taste of your blood merging with his saliva. His eyes close instinctively, almost losing himself to you, as his lips suckle against your soft skin. He’s deeply consumed by the mixture of your natural aroma, blood, and the arising crisp smell of your arousal pooling between your thighs. Hopelessly intoxicated by you. His eyes open suddenly when you start motioning beneath him. Your hair entangled, now caught all twisted around you from the sudden commotion, your eyes now wide awake, frighteningly gazing up at him.

Aemond succumbs to his dominant side, refusing to have you leave, as he advances to his peak. He moves swiftly reaching down, grabbing a firm hold of your ankles. His strength was unquestionable, as he so easily pulls you by your feet closer towards his towering mass. With only him in your sight, he forces you to stare into his dark and carnal gaze, something about his look, you cannot find the strength to look away nor fight. Almost as though you’d been sucked into some hypnotic trance. He slowly leans in, his breathing heavy, as he pants animalistically. A faint squeak escapes your mouth, and yet no urge to defend yourself nor resist the man.

That's when the dark realization strikes him…

You had been awake this entire time. A satisfied grin skims across his lips, towering over you as he aggressively tears the shorts off your body, without warning. Leaning his face closer to yours, he softly coos “Little bird," moving his nose to your jaw, longingly inhaling your sweet scent. That rose-scented body wash he's now grown familiar to, has now become a scent of addiction, making his mind and thoughts melt. "Such a dirty girl aren't we?"

When you only shiver and whimper in response, silence still devouring you, he smacks your fleshy thigh harshly. Firmly pressing his clothed hardening cock to your wet cunt, sinking his teeth in the already swelling piece on your neck, making you wince and arch your back from the sharp pain.

“Answer me, you fucking bitch," he growls, grinding his hips slowly down against you. Your pants grow louder, as your chest heaves desperately to gain some pace. He lavishly licks the trailing blood from your neck, hazed eyes moving to yours as he then rips off your shirt, so easily and swiftly.

"Please," you breathlessly whine out, swallowing hard and wincing at the harsh, dull pain growing in your neck. Aemond chuckles, kissing a trail down your shoulder, dragging his pointed teeth along the fragile skin of your breasts, leaving a faintly scarred, red line trail. It takes you a moment to realize, as you fathom that the dark traces of your blood are now marked all along your skin, mimicking kiss marks like lipstick. Had it been the blood loss or the moment itself, you began to feel lightheaded.

"Please? That's fucking it?" Aemond continues to chuckle, amused by your patheticness. He begins to lick over your hypersensitive bud, adoring how your breath hitches at his sudden touch, his hips deeply grinding into you, ever so desperately gaining rhythm. He's eagerly drinking your vulnerability with every passing second, teasing you, as he rejoices that you are now his victim, his claim. He sets one firm grip against your jaw, tilting it upwards, causing you to lock your attention once again.

"You want me to fuck you, right? To make you scream unspeakable things, like a little fucking songbird?"

It's a simple question, and yet you know it has a deeper meaning. A hidden agenda of his.

You've given him your submission, without a thought.

Aemond laughs when your mouth drops to respond, only to cut you off when his moist, hot mouth covers your own. His blood-stained lips wrap around your own, as his tongue forcefully surges into your mouth.

A sweet taste you gather, as he tenderly licks at your soft lips, almost waiting for you to pucker.

"Yes. Oh god, yes, I want you to make me scream."

Aemond's sharp teeth puncture into your plump, lower lip, tugging it away from your teeth, only to suckle on the fresh blood pooling through. A thoughtless moan echoes through, lowering your head towards the mattress, needing him closer, needing him inside of you. He groans in appreciation when you raise your hand to his face, biting harder down on the flesh, making you whimper as he strongly sucks to draw blood from the smaller puncture site, feeding his insatiable addiction. His hips press into you, his mass pinned against you, pushing your wet, aching crotch against his when he suddenly, and yet unfalteringly spins you around.

"I see you still love this fucking form of submission, little bird. So needy for my cock."

You gasp out in shock as he presses you back down to the bed, and pulls his jeans down, baring his hard cock. The tip has swollen up, taunting and teasing you, as if inviting you to taste. "You want to keep me on edge, don't you?" Aemond whispers, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your neck once more and drinking in the blood. You whimper softly, your eyes flashing with desire. "Can't be done when you're like this, so don't bother lying to me. I know you want this."

Your head slowly turns to look over your shoulder, your lips curling upwards in a sly grin from the anticipation.

"You're an idiot," you teasingly coo, your unrelenting gaze glued to his bulging cock. You were hungry for him. His nostrils flare when you hum softly, licking the wound at the side of your neck. He groans, as his eyes instinctively roll back in his head as your mouth closes around his blood-soaked flesh, chewing at it. You know how much this turns him on.

"You fucking little slut," he mutters, moaning in pleasure, as your nails dig into the flesh of his bicep. "You want me to fuck you so badly, don’t you? I need to hear you say it."

"God yes," you hopelessly moan. "Please!"

His rumbling chuckle has you arching your back to him, your body pressed against his, wanting to feel him deeply buried inside of you. You feel him firmly tug at your hips, and his chuckle disappears into a groan when you willingly lift them, guiding his long, hard cock into you.

"You're already so wet, my little bird," he whispers, your hips moving in sync with his strong thrusts. He kisses down your back, leaving drying lip marks of blood along the soft flesh. The unspeakable noises leaving your lips, drive him feral, although begins to notice you're growing weary from the blood loss. He had to hurry before he’d lost you to slumber once more.

He draws the last of the blood from your neck, planting gentle kisses on the fresh punctures, and defiantly pulls back. You open your eyes, focusing on keeping your breathing even. He sits up, pulling you up with him.

“Bounce,” he demands breathlessly, guiding your hips to ride his aching and filling cock.

You close your eyes, and his teeth nip at your shoulder, earning a small whimper from your lips as you rise and fall gracefully. You can feel his warm, moist breath on your neck, causing chills to coarse through your body.

“Did you hear me, bitch? I won’t repeat myself again… Bounce,” he deeply growls, gripping your hips even more tighter, in an attempt to push your mass down further into him with force. You moan loudly, your eyes heavy, your lips pursed, not wanting to cave into a scream just yet. You’d wanted this moment to last for eternity.

“Gods, you’re so tight, little bird,” he growls, eyes dark and full of lust. “Mmm-hmmm.”

You can feel him growing tense beneath you, the intensity of his passion fills the room as you raise yourself on his cock, riding him out, granting him a low moan of pleasure. He swallows your moans cockily, growling low in his throat as he bites down on your shoulder, plunging his fangs hard enough to draw more droplets of fresh blood.

You moan again, as your head tilts back mindlessly. His long fingers wrap around your throat, his grip tight around your neck, making your skin burn with the pain, yet you cling on, desperate for more. His cock is rubbing against the spongy spot inside you, and you need to come before it goes numb. You struggle to breathe as he pulls away, groaning as he loosens his grip on your throat and pushes you down as your motions slow, pinning you to the blood-stained sheets as he rails that sensitive spot inside of your drenched cunt.

You desperately beg for more of him, mindless of the blood pouring out of your wound, your mouth open, and your eyes open wide as you whimper. Slowly beginning to fathom the growing weakness in your body.

“Oh, god…please, oh God,” you chant as he continues to pound into you, smearing your thin coating of blood across your sensitive vaginal walls, making you crave his release so badly. He squeezes your throat, the pressure on your neck tightening. He groans as you tense beneath him, your fingers digging into the sheets, meeting his thrusts and matching his now hastened pounding at a rhythmic pace.

“Please,” you sob, whimpering. You buck your hips upwards towards him, motioning for more. “Cum inside me…”

The words sound strange as you pant with the wildness etched from your burning desire. He growls as he digs his rough fingers into your shoulders, digging in hard enough to leave red blotches, as he shoves you down like animals in heat. "Fuckin' whore… Sing for me little bird," he can't finish his sentence for a moment, seeing stars as he pants and tilts his head back with a heavy groan. "Sing, my little songbird."

Your fast-paced breath hitched in your throat, as you sob from lust.

“Please…” you beg, panting, pulling your eyes closed. Your voice breaks. “I-I’ll do anything.”

His fingers move, pushing hard against your neck, and you force your eyes to open. He looks down intently, witnessing his lips curving into a sly smile as he nods, and you see his hand close around your waist, his cock stroking and pushing at the entrance of your folds, when it delves deep once more into your cunt. He looks at you with his dark violet eye, the sapphire glimmering magically in the dim light around you. His fangs are dripping with the blood of your neck and shoulder. Sated, his face contorts with intent and lust, lost in the pleasure as he drives you over your final edge, coming to a blissful peak. Though, the feeling is fleeting as suddenly everything falls black, and the fatigue of the blood loss finally coerces you into a slumber. You desperately try to relish the final moments of such an ungodly pleasure, as you feel your grip loosen and your eyes shut.

But Seven Hells was this was a night to remember…

#aemond imagine #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon aemond #aemond the kinslayer #prince aemond #aemond x y/n #dark aemond targaryen #aemond x you #aegon ii fanfic #aegon targaryen imagine #prince aegon #aegon ii targaryen #a song of ice and fire #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #aemond fic #house targeryen #house of the dragon #hotd aemond #hotd aegon #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #otto hightower #viserys i targaryen #alicent hightower #hotd headcanon

[kairiscorner]

MAGANDANG ARAW POOOI nainlove po ako sa mga xfilipino!reader nyo!!! can it be Pavitr's next? thank you po have a great day!!!!!!!!

MAGANDANG MAGANDANG MAGANDANG MAGANDANG MAGANDANG ARAW POOOOOO (shit asa radyo beh LMAO) OOOO THIS IS SO CUTE! ngl, i think pav would be the favorite one of filo parents out of all the four :'>> BUT OK, HERE'S WHAT I GOT !!

pav x filipino reader

this boy, oh this boy........ yeah i'm pretty sure your parents would love him the minute they met him. he's so respectful and upbeat, HE GETS ALONE WELL WITH ALL YOUR RELATIVES MGEE, all your cousins want him and his hair, LIKE HE'S PROBABLY THE TYPE TO USE THE SHAMPOO SACHETS AND IT'D COME OUT STUNNING !!!

i think he'd get along really well with your younger cousins and your ates or female cousins, like idk, i just have a feeling he'd get along with them better than anyone else. OH AND HE'D BE THE FAVORITE OF YOUR LOLAS MAN, HE'S A LOLA'S BOY, YOU CANNOT TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME.

oh and at karaoke? BEHHHH HE SLAYING OUT THERE, HE CAN SING MORISETTE AND REGINE FROM THE BOTTOM OF HIS HEART, he sings from the heart kaya ang ganda ng boses niya <333

+ he looks at you when he sings a filo love song

++ HE WINKS AT YOU WHEN HE GETS TO THE INTERLUDE

+++ HE WALKS OVER TO YOU AND HE ASKS TO DANCE WITH YOU AS HE SINGS !!!!!!!!!

when "awitin mo at isasayaw ko" comes on, HE TAKES YOU BY THE HAND AND STARTS GROOVING WITH YOUUU kahit sabihin mo di ka magaling sumayaw, wala siyang PAKE, SASAYAWIN KA NIYA KAHIT DI KA MARUNONG UY !!

he'd sing along, or hum if he doesn't know the lyrics, AND HE'D DIP YOU MID DANCE AND CHUCKLE WHEN YOU YELP AS HE DOES THAT BECAUSE HE JUST DOES IT OUT OF NOWHERE TO SURPRISE YOU

also he's the type to wake up super early and be super extra in telling your parents he's here to take you to school :>> like...... "hello po, tito, tita! nandito po ba ang aking tanging iniibig? sapagkat nandito ako upang ihatid siya sa kulunga-- ESTE..... sa school po :>"

man, he's always prepared for any emergency when he takes you out to school or back home, or anywhere, really. he's always got extra money to use when you wanna get an after school snack or maybe buy some school supplies for you in case you need something right away at para di ka na maabala ykyk

and he always has a go-bag, i'm pretty sure he was that kid at school na laging may dalang go-bag kahit tapos na mga fire and earthquake drills, and he'd ALWAYS be ready with stuff you need, he doesn't judge. your favorite snacks, bottled water, pamaypay, pads, power bank, all kinds of chargers, and ofc 25/8 pagmamahal sayo YIEEEEE

when you two walk home, he's always insisting to hold your hand the whole time. his excuse is sa sobrang ganda mo kasi, baka mawala ka sa kanya :< may magsteal sayo raw :> HE LOVES HOLDING YOUR HAND AND IS SO FREAKING GIDDY WHEN YOU HOLD HIM, especially when you rub the pad of your thumb on the back of his hand AHFEIJBVIRFVBRFBVRNORFOB deds na siya

he also never fails to do the "mano po" when he meets your parents, SIYA MISMO LALAPIT SA KANILA KAHIT HE JUST NEEDS TO BE AT THE GATE OF YOUR HOUSE, HE WILL PERSONALLY COME UP TO YOUR PARENTS AND GREET THEM AND GIVE THEM A MANO PO

he so freaking sweet omg,,, so sweet that if you two separated classes any school year after you two became a thing, HE IS THE TYPE TO COME TO YOUR CLASSROOM HABANG WALA PANG TEACHER TAS IHAHARANA KA NIYA <333

"mahal ko, i can't last a day without seeing you! please, huwag mo kong kalimutaaaaaaan!"

he's addicted to calling you mahal, because not only are your standards so high for a guy na SIYA LANG ANG TANGING STANDARD <333 but bc you truly are his mahal <333

"grabe, ang mahal namang mahalin ka......." (looks back at all the stuff he does for you) "......pero ang worth it talaga ng gastos ko if it means akin ka lang, mahal <333"

a/n: IN SHORT, PAV IS THE STANDARD, HE IS THE STANDARD <3333

#pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x reader #pavitr x you #pavitr x y/n #pavitr prabahakar x filipino reader #pav my beloved #spiderverse pavitr #atsv pavitr #pavitr fluff #pavitr headcanons

[a-libra-writes]

⚖️🌟Libra’s Lackadaisy Masterlist🌟⚖️

Please check here if requests are open and what the rules are.

Under the Devil's Moon - Interactive Fanfiction, customizable MC, 25k+ words. On Chapter 1. Rocky, Mordecai, Zib and 4 OCs as Love Interests, more to come. WIP.

♣️Multiple Characters♣️

Getting a Laugh Out of You (M)

Lanky Tall Scrungly Boy (M)

Taking a Bullet For Them

Jealousy

Poly HCs - Zib & Mitzi

♣️Character-Specific♣️

Rocky Rickaby: Romantic HCs (Part 2, Part 3), Dating a Widow (F), Dating Asa's Daughter

Mordecai Heller: Romantic HCs (Part 2, Part 3), Male Partner HCs, Sharing a Bed, Widow HCs, Working w/ Marigold

Viktor Vasko: Married Life HCs (F), Romantic HCs (F)

Nicodeme Savoy: Dating a Widow (F), Romantic HCs

Serafine Savoy: Dating HCs

Sedgewick Sable: Crushing on His Assistant

Wes Clyde: Romantic HCs, Dating a Mob Boss' Daughter

Dominic Drago: Romantic HCs

Atlas May: Romantic HCs (F)

Zib Zibowski: Affectionate Partner

Asa Sweet: Dating an Older Savoy Sister

#Gender specific will be labelled with M or F; unlabelled is GN #lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #mordecai heller x reader #viktor vasko x reader #nicodeme savoy x reader #wes clyde x reader #dominic drago x reader #wick sable x reader #sedgewick sable x reader #libramasterlist #nico savoy x reader #serafine savoy x reader #atlas may x reader #asa sweet x reader #zib zibowski x reader #dorian zibowski x reader

[shalotttower]

Masterlist

Will be updated.

⛪ Far Cry 5:

Bound - It's been two months since you ended up in a bunker with Joseph Seed. Yandere!Joseph Seed Headcanons (General)

A Heart Deceived - AU where soulmates share the same marking and Jacob doesn't have to brand you any further.

👑 Far Cry 4:

📖 Death Note:

The Unknown Variable (L x Reader) - Special was never your brand. Now the weight of it is simply too heavy. A Natural Benefit (L x Reader) - L wants to try something new, you want to be left alone. So an offer is on the table, it's a mutually beneficial arrangement after all.

🔪 Slashers:

Darling, Darling - The way he cradles you to his chest is almost reverent, like you are something precious. Bubba delivers a lesson after you tried to run away. Sweetcheeks (Billy Lenz x Reader) - You've been getting these odd calls for several months now. Pholcus phalangioides (Asa Emory x Reader) - There's a spider in your bathroom, it lives under the mirror cabinet and you a) don't want to kill it, and b) are too scared to touch it, so now you can either keep giving it one side eye after another, or ask your neighbour for help.

✨ Hunter x Hunter:

Permanence - A simple evening at an art gallery turns into a daring decision to slip away from Chrollo's grasp. Fragile Things - Sometimes Chrollo really wishes you were more demanding of him. A Spoonful of Sugar (Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader) - Sweet? Cute? What you really are is deadly. Fractalize (part 1, part 2, Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader) - Lack of hope creates a strange kind of numbness. The Devil Is a Gentleman (Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader) - You wake up in the middle of the night with a headache. Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader Imagine - You died and became a ghost. Now you can’t leave Chrollo, but at least there’s satisfaction in taunting him.

🍄 Resident Evil Village:

🎨 Original works:

Cultivating Flowers - Marquis is a man of many interests, including gardening. Specifically, his new roses.

👤 Monster:

🏥 Outlast:

🩸 BTD/TPOF:

To Make a Home Out of Bones (Ren x Reader) - You were free. Free for real, and you couldn't believe that, staring at the open door. And then, by some twisted scenario, decided to keep him. It's tragic, really.

🎭 John Doe Game:

🧛‍♂️ Dracula:

🍽️ Hannibal:

#masterlist #shalott fanfiction #far cry 5 #far cry 4 #death note #slashers #hunter x hunter #resident evil village #outlast #john doe game #tpof #dracula #hannibal #monster anime

[mediocrevideopodcast]

Current WIPS (Lackadaisy)

Sorted by character, updated semi-regularly. (Note: Some request notes are abridged here for space: Written works includes still include full details!)

Last Updated: 8 April 2024, 12:00am PST (oopsie) (♣️=Most recently updated categories)

Rocky Rickaby ♣️

Untitled Status: Not Started Yet Type: Headcanons Requested: Yes Request: rocky x gn!reader who frequents little daisy's cafe not knowing there's a speakeasy underneath it, only to find out and stop going there? i wanna see how rocky tries to get their love back.

Untitled Status: Not Started Yet Type: Headcanons Requested: Yes Request: romantic relationship headcanons w/ rocky? preferably with a male (he/him) reader? (A/N: HELL yeah brother. I've missed seeing you in my notes <3)

Untitled ♣️ Status: Finished & Queue'd! Type: Drabble; 327 Requested: Yes Request: Rocky x reader who's just as chaotic as him, when they get confortable, but when they aint they're just really shy and polite?

Untitled Status: Not Started Yet Type: Undetermined Requested: Yes Request: Rocky/Reader, wherein Reader is a little too aware of the narrative.

Untitled Status: Not Started Yet Type: Undetermined Requested: Yes Request Notes: Rocky/Reader, who is a really strong assassin. Akin to Yor Forger.

Untitled Status: Not Started Yet Type: Oneshot Requested: Yes Request Notes: bursts into readers shabby apartment in the middle of the night, clearly very hurt physically after a rum running gig. Rocky says he didn’t know where else to go and reader practically forces him to let her patch him up at stuff. After a while (and a lot of tension) reader finds out Rocky’s homeless and forces him (again) back to stay with her in her apartment. Sprinkle in some purring, affectionate head bumps, and tail twining.

Untitled Status: Not Started Yet Type: Undetermined Requested: Yes Request Notes: rocky rickaby x reader celebrating their bday?

Temperate (Or, the 2 times you ran, and the 1 time you didn't. Rocky/Reader, Friends to Lovers, Light Angst at parts, ultimately Fluff.) Status: In Progress (30% complete, currently at 1.4k) Type: Oneshot Requested: Yes. Request Notes: Reader first denies his romantic feelings for Rocky, because of this reader is distant from Rocky, but then, either gradually, or due to some accident, reader still confesses to Rocky. Ends in fluff.

Codeswitch (Or, the Lackadaisy cast's reaction to the reader's colder, working alter-ego. Includes all members of main cast, sans Atlas and Asa Sweet) Status: In Progress (10% complete.) Type: Headcanons, may include drabble for some characters Requested: Yes Request Notes: See Above.

Untitled Status: Not Started Type: Headcanons Requested: Yes Request Notes: Rocky/Reader, Reader is very loving and caring towards him and also everyone else and is also very eccentric, theatrical and has a very maniacal laugh.

Double Sided Cloth Status: Not Started Type: Undetermined Requested: Yes Request Notes: Rocky/Reader, reader is nonverbal or doesn’t talk much, yet it is kinda social? Idk, basically someone whose more reserved yet is still rlly kind. (Bonus points if the reader is an artist like him!)

Nothing Money Can Buy Status: In Progress, 60% Complete, 1.3k. (Taking back burner until next Christmas due to overshoot (oops). Rocky/Reader, Kissing under the mistletoe.) Type: Oneshot Requested: No

Soranna Sorcha Status: In Progress, 40% Complete, 600. (Taking back burner until Rocky's next birthday due to overshoot (oops x2). Rocky/Reader, A kiss for each year of age, birthday fic. Type: Oneshot Requested: No

Mordecai Heller

Untitled Status: Not Started Yet Requested: Yes Type: Undetermined Request: Mordecai Heller with a fem or gn s/o who runs their own business making clothes and costume designs for theatres?

Dorian "Zib" Zibowski

Nothing here! ...Send something in?

Sedgewick "Wick" Sable

Untitled Status: Not Started Yet Type: Undetermined Requested: Yes Request Notes: Working class reader who never got the luxuries he has in her life

Ivy Pepper

Untitled Status: Not Started Yet Type: Headcanons Requested: Yes Request Notes: Can I get general relationship headcanons with Ivy Pepper dating a fem reader? (If not gn is ok!)

Calling her by her government name Status: Not Started Yet Type: Headcanons Requested: Yes

Serafine Savoy

Untitled Status: Not Started Yet Type: Undetermined Requested: Yes Request Notes: can I get some stuff for snuggling with the crazy Creole gun lady? (I am down bad, please assist) (A/N: Real and True :pensive:)

Viktor Vasko

Untitled Status: Not Started Yet Type: Undetermined Requested: Yes Request Notes: How would Viktor react on working with lackadaisy with his wife(reader)

Untitled Status: Not Started Yet Type: Undetermined Requested: Yes Request Notes: **VAGUE SPOILERS FOR COMIC** Viktor reacting to seeing his wife -- the reader -- again.

Untitled Status: Not Started Yet Type: Headcanons Requested: Yes Request Notes: Headcanon on how being in a relationship with Viktor would be.

Mitzi May

Calling her by her government name Status: Not Started Yet Type: Headcanons Requested: Yes

Wes Clyde

None, yet! ...Send something in?

Avery

Untitled Type: Undetermined, likely a drabble or oneshot Status: Not started yet. Requested: Yes Request: Avery (One of the pig farmers from Lackadaisy!!) x a male reader who is very well read? A smarty pants that though a farm would be a quaint calm place to be,,, And it turns out is not. A/N: Your brain is huge, and I LOVE this idea. MUAH

#lackadaisy x reader

[asa-writes]

Asa’s Masterlist

Because my Fics and Oneshots got buried in my main account (@asa-do-your-thing) I have started this account for easier access. 

My requests are open for fics atm.

Please check this post for who I write for, my rules and further info :)

House of the Dragon 

The Shadows of The Lost Court - Dark!Aemond x F!OC

He was closing in on her. The staircase seemed to be miles away, yet still, she pushed herself away from the moss-covered stones and cautiously started walking. Elisabeth grunted, her legs burning. It was as if she was walking against a current of water, one that swept her slowly closer to him. She stepped over a rotting tapestry and tightly clung onto the handrail of the staircase.  

Why would The Stranger think of me like that? Is it time for me to… die?

Created for @hotd-bigbang and artwork made by @nyctophilic0vitnir

Princess of Sorrows - Aemond Targaryen x F!OC

Aemond falls in love with a ghost. Requested by @hieronymph​

My Marble Statue - Otto Hightower x F!Reader

Otto with a corruption kink... gets, well, fucked. Requested by Anon.

Rest Your Love on Me - Alicent Hightower x F!Reader

Alicent rediscovers her lust for women when Helaena gets a new lady-in-waiting. Requested by Anon.

Faileas - Cregan Stark x F!Reader

You went into the forest to pray against a marriage and it did not quite go to plan.

thinking about sucking dick and cock at the birthday dinner - Aegon / Aemond / Jace

Asa’s Shufle x HOTD Part 1

Asa’s Shuffle x HOTD Part 2 NSFW edition

Asa’s Shuffle x HOTD Part 3 Summer Edition

Headaches - Aegon x F!Reader

You are called in to help the Prince with his headache. 

Fresh Face at Court - Aemond x F!Reader

Prince Aemond catches you reading sordid literature.

Aemond x F!Reader at the ice cream parlour drabble

The Last Kingdom 

An Eye for an Eye - Osferth x F!OC

Part 1 ¦ Part 2 ¦ Part 3 ¦ Part 4 ¦ 

On Ao3

Osferth's life changes when he meets Aemma, the alehouse owner's daughter. Their encounter sparks an unexpected love that binds them together in a shared destiny. Amidst a Dane invasion threatening Wessex and Mercia, they join Uhtred and friends, embarking on a perilous journey. Their love becomes their strength amidst chaos, but as they face danger and hardships, they question if their devotion can withstand the challenges ahead.

Game of Thrones / ASOIAF

Dreams - Jon x F!OC / Robb x F!OC

Masterlist

On Ao3

“My Sweet” - Robb x Lucie Templeton

They all need each other, though each in their own seperate way. Growing up and loving in times of war isn't easy at all. Especially when you have to fight for the lives of the people you thought you loved - when you have to abandon everything for the greater good, when you have to choose between sexual, familiar and romantic love.

The rainbow trout - Robb Stark x Frey Reader

The Maiden’s Voyage

Chapter 1: Yara Greyjoy x F!OC

Vikings 

The Whisper in the Fog 

Part 1 ¦ Part 2

Being a normal girl on her normal farmstead, living a normal, quiet life was all that Asa had wanted. What could happen? Well, Hvitserk and his ever-so jealous brother Ivar might just almost divide Kattegat and murder some people to get her to marry her. But then again, wasn't that normal?

The Hunt - Sigurd x F!Reader

Bridgerton

Aphrodite of Old Hall - Anthony x F!OC / Benedict x F!OC

Wattpad Story 

Part 1 ¦ Part 2 ¦ Part 3 ¦ Part 4 ¦ Part 5 ¦ Part 6 ¦ Part 7 ¦ Part 8 ¦ Part 9 ¦ Part 10 ¦ Part 11 ¦ Part 12 ¦ Part 13 ¦ Part 14 

1814 - Lady Elisabeth de Gressy arrives in London shortly before the social season starts, sponsored by her older Brother, the Earl of Brenton. Her talents, maturity and her language skills set her up to be the season's incomparable... and, if she's lucky, to become a Bridgerton.

Love, Betrayal, Lust and Betrothal... May god have mercy on the Ton; this one is as salacious as it gets. => FINISHED! 

Baldur’s Gate 3

Among the ferns - Halsin x F!Reader

Halsin is shocked when he finds out that Tav has never had sex before. 

#asa writes #asas fanfictions #house of the dragon #masterlist #bridgerton #vikings #fanfiction #the last kingdom #aemond targaryen fic #aemond imagine #aegon targaryen #aegon imagine #jacaerys x reader #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #lucerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon #otto hightower #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #criston cole #harwin strong #ivar the boneless #hvitserk ragnarsson #osferth #osferth fanfic #asoiaf fanfiction #asoiaf #got

[platinumrosetail]

I have a request for you! A Lackadaisy x Pokemon request!

Basically a Espeon!Reader falls into the Lackadaisy universe, let's say during the pilot episode? She has no clue what's going on, but seeing how Rocky, Freckle, and Ivy were in trouble, she uses her psyhic powers to save them and escapes with them. Her actions, along with her exotic looks, ends up catching the attention of a certain glasses wearing black cat called Mordecai.

Lackadaisy is a new fandom that I got in to so I hope I be getting requests for it. Me and the requester talked and we decided to add some things to it so the extra things that weren’t in the request is from us chatting and making sure we got everything all good, just wanted to say that to clear up any confusion you might have! 😁

The requester had also inform me that mordecai is asexual but for this he can be any sexuality as there are many, I know there might be some people not liking when other people change the sexuality of a character and I’m sorry for that but I like modecai romantically and so I made it a au where he has a different sexuality, if you don’t like that then you can leave, plus this is fanfiction so there would most likely be au in some if not most along with how how fanfiction will most likely have different dialogs with the reader, oc, or when someone ships a character with another character and need a way to get them in love with one another so please don’t post hate on this as you can leave it alone if you don’t like it, thank you.

I also don’t know some of the characters accents so i hope i do a acceptable job on it from what i could hear in the pilot and comics, i also don’t know the slang that are from the 1920’s times but I’m hoping to go do some research and hopefully make this come out as almost accurate to the times it’s set place, s wish me luck 😅, though, of course when I do use them it’ll be for the lackadaisy characters that are involved, the reader will most likely have a bit more modern type of outlook as she will be born in the modern times of the Pokémon games we know of.

Warning: noob author, female reader, gang fights, violence, au, and others.

Characters: mordecai, zib, Viktor, nico, one-sided!asa sweet.

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You were just walking down the path to your den after visiting your sisters, who’re the other 8 eevee evolution sept for the youngest who is still an eevee named eve, you decided to take a detour to get to a field that had some beautiful flowers and tasty berries that you can grab for some dinner.

You guess you weren’t paying attention to the ground as you tripped and fallen into the neck length tall grass and tumbled down which made you dizzy.

When you got back up on your feet and noticed how far away the ground is and that the grass doesn’t come to your neck like it usually does when you come here, some occasions a herd of herbivore pokemon would com in and shorten the grass but you know that you didn’t tumble down for that to happen so fast.

You looked down at your paws to only see them more human-like but still have paw like features like claws that seem to not want to retract.

You also have on clothes like a human would, the type of clothes is (c/c) (choice/of/clothes) that is of a past time period, how you know this is because you had came across on one of your adventure to the human territory that is known as cities/towns.

You heard muffled voices behind you which made you look and see through the tree line and see two feline beings that didn’t look like any pokemon you know, one did seem to have a arginine like pattern on their form, the other seemed to have dark fur, at least as dark as a kitten but with out the red details.

You’re guessing that this is a cemetery with how the two seemed to be digging up a coffin from a grave with how many tombstones there is laced out.

You heard a sudden voice which made you jump in surprise as you didn’t expect there to be a third party with the two though that sudden surprise had made you step on a twig which alerted the two that was on the ground.

The two looked in your direction in a frightened state which made you guilty so you slowly came out in the tree line and into the open.

“Sorry to have frightened you, you see, it would seem I’m a bit los-” ……… you had accidentally tripped over what you could guess was a big root.

“What is with me and tripping today~….” You groaned out in embarrassment and defeat at the clumsiness that doesn’t usually come out this frequent, especially around other beings that is watching you.

“Let me help you miss! I’m rocky!! This here is my cousin Calvin but I like to call him freckles and over there is my good friend ivy pepper! What’s your name pretty miss?!” This ‘rocky’ fellow came out of nowhere and introduced himself, his cousin, and his female friend.

“O-oh! Um…. Hello, my name is (Y/n). I’m kinda lost you see and I don’t know where I am or how I can get home from here….” You explained.

“Have no fear dear damsel in distress! We shall help you to beloved abode!”

“ROCKY!” A sudden whisper yell that came from ivy which made both you and rocky look at her in confusion. “If you don’t remember, we’re in a middle of doing something right now!”

“Ahh!~ and we’ll do it after we bring the madame to her home safe as a daisy!”

“I don’t mind waiting until you you get done….. with whatever it was you were doing, I’m not in any rush really.”

“Ok! You can come with us to the little daisy cafe after we’re done! We do need more costumers for miss M so this would be great!” Rocky says upbeat and loud which made the two with him ‘shh’ him.

“What exactly are you doing here? If you don’t mind me asking, maybe I could help you with it.” You questioned them as you haven’t the faintest idea of what their doing here disturbing the dead and hopefully they have a good reason to as you don’t know and don’t want to find out about any ghosts being here like there is in some places as that’s usually where deadly ghost types resides at as it’s their main territory.

“Oh! We’re getting booze from this coffin for the lackadaisy clu-” before he could finish ivy covered his mouth with her hand but you’ve already figured out what their doing with how much he said.

“Lackadaisy club? What’s that?” Ivy sighed and let go of Rocky after you said that already knowing you pieces together the finishing of the word Rocky was about to say.

“It’s a club for allies of little daisy cafe that was founded by atlas may which is now in the hands of his wife after his passing.” Ivy explained while glaring at Rocky for your guessing of giving it away to a complete stranger, aka, you.

“Oh.” Is all you said.

“Well, seeing as you already know this much information, why don’t you join the staff?!”

“You can’t just ask her that, Rocky!” Ivy scolds Rocky.

“Oooh~ what’s the harm? We need more staff for little daisy cafe and lackadaisy, plus she already know what we’re doing here so why not?!” Rocky tries to convince Ivy as both you and the quiet boy who’s name is Calvin look at each other and nervously smile at each other as the other two continue to talk.

“Fine! But don’t drag me and Calvin in with you if you get in trouble for bringing her.” Ivy says while crossing her arms and looking away from Rocky in a mad way.

“Uh, Rocky I think I found-” Rocky came down to where Calvin was interrupting him when he was talking in the process.

“Is that it?” Ivy asks.

“Well, it it isn’t then we’d have an awkward explaining to do to the family of uuuh…. Herman hapfamschfeel?”

You just stayed quiet as you still didn’t fully know what was going on and you also didn’t know how to pronounce that name either so you couldn’t really help at the moment.

(I’m going to speed this along a little right here.)

We are now driving away to save our lives.

The coffin indeed had booze in it and while we were putting the in the container that these three had in their…..car? Whatever they called it back in the day, until one dropped, surprisingly didn’t get destroyed, Rocky and Calvin were trying to find it in the dark until Ivy went and grabbed her flashlight, though some shed of light did come from another car like thing which scared both you and Ivy but the two didn’t notice until you and Ivy yelped and started heading into the car like contraption.

The passenger side car door opened and all of you were now being shot at by whoever got out of that car.

Ivy reversed the car making it go backwards as all four of you panicked as more shots were being fired.

It took a while for Rocky and Calvin to get in but thankfully they got in safely without getting shot.

Ivy was still going in reverse which ended the car close to the water of a not so deep pond.

Ivy was able to turn the car around to the correct way and started driving on the dirt path that was under the bridge before gassing it.

The door to the back was still opened with Calvin hanging onto it though Rocky was able to drag him in and shut the door in the process which made you breath a sigh of relief.

You were still processing all that’s happening so you don’t notice what was going on in back sit with Rocky and Calvin.

Though you tuned back in when Rocky was holding on to the case that had the booze in it.

“What’s going on back there?!” Both you and Ivy asks in worry.

You hear gun shots which made you look back to see Calvin shooting at the car that was attacking you guys.

“I’m going to help them.” You said as you try and get yourself in the backseat.

“What?! Are you crazy?!” Ivy yells but you continue on.

You help Rocky get back in and he turned Calvin to the back door window.

“Breaks!” Ivy hit the breaks as she was told as you hold on to something.

Calvin continues to shoot at the car following you guys as it’s now on the side of the car you’re all in.

Calvin had shot one of their tires which made them get off the road though you saw one of them get out of it.

You get on top of the roof of the car so you can have more room. Hopefully the stores of psychic power you have would be enough to distract them from following you further and would work still in the night even if it’s a little.

You decided to use psybeam as it results in confusion so maybe it will do the same to them even though their not a Pokémon.

Mordecai, the one who got out of his and his colleagues car watch as one of the cats get out of the car he and his colleagues were following wondering what the cat was going to do but was shocked to see a pink beam come out of what would be the cat’s forehead.

Once the beam hit it brought him in confusion and dizziness.

You quickly got back in as Rocky got Ivy to turn left into…. Somewhere, the car crashed into some kind of warehouse that was most likely used for work.

Rocky got out of the car as you make sure Calvin and Ivy were ok and not hurt…. As much.

You watch in confusion and worry as Rocky got up and started laughing for whatever reason you didn’t know before swinging open a door that was apart of the warehouse and exit out of it.

You got out of the care with careful steps as you hadn’t processed what was going on still and only did what you could think of which was sit and calm your breathing and rushing heart so you could focus more on what’s happening and what might happen next and to process all that’s already happened, and while doing that Ivy and Calvin talked which you haven’t focused on yet until Calvin said something about the engine compartment of the car which was making smoke.

You sadly couldn’t help much as you don’t know how to fix anything like a vehicle and you don’t have the moves or typing for it.

You look around for something that might help y’all.

(I’m going to speed things along again as it’s already pretty long and I still need to do get some more stuff typed in for the request.)

Calvin had gone out to throw them away as you and Ivy stayed with the car.

Ivy had spotted a shadow of someone coming closer to where you two were which made you go to the door which had another person in y’all’s path.

“Well, hi cutie.” The guy complimented while greeting which made you blush as you don’t get complimented much but quickly brought back to shut the door with Ivy and hid underneath the car.

The two are now right next to the car as you two try to stay quiet, the female of the two said something that sounded almost kalosian.

Explosions were heard which brought the two’s attention onto that thankfully.

Calvin had found you two as what you could guess Rocky was setting the explosions; you held the two close so as to protect them from any possible sneak attacks that might happen.

Ivy asked what happened as you and her helped hold Calvin up as he held his head which made you focus on the wound you notice he has.

He just said his cousin name as the cat in question passed by laughing like a maniac.

“Here let me help with that wound of yours.” You gestured calvin to get a little closer so you can see the damage more.

“Don’t freak out at what I’m about to do, ok?” Ivy and calvin looked at you in confusion as you get ready to use morning sun, a move that heals.

a soft glow like it would in the day came and the wound is healed as good as new and like it wasn’t there and didn’t happen

“H-how?” Both question as you just smile softly while saying nothing.

More explosions happened as you and Ivy helped Calvin as he’s still recovering from whatever had happened to him while he was away from you two though when y’all looked up y’all see rushing water coming which made y’all hurry back inside to avoid it and not to get wet.

You three got into the car and exit out of the way y’all came through. Ivy came across a muddy rocky and slowed down so he could get in before driving faster to get out of there.

You and Ivy both look back to see one of the ones after y’all until you two see that he wasn’t aiming to shoot anymore.

All of you finally made it to where these three were originally headed to after they had finished their errand.

You see four cats, three male, one female, you were behind Rocky so they couldn’t see you with his tall form in the way.

You awkwardly waited as the four paid attention to Rocky, Calvin, and Ivy as you didn’t exactly know what to do as you’re mostly used to your family and only ever talked to a stranger is if it was necessary plus you thought it might be rude to interrupt now.

It took a while fire the four to notice you as they were paying attention to the booze and the three you came in with.

“Um, before you two start your jazz, do you mind introducing us to your friend over there?”

You were looking at your shows that came with you when you were transported to this world before looking up at what the man with the blue eyes slicked back…. Fur? Hair? You’re just going to go with hair but anyway you awkwardly wave while smiling nervously before greeting in a small voice feeling anxiety creep up you at the attention being on you.”

“Um, h-hello…”

“Who might you be, sweetie?” The she-cat questioned.

“I’m (Y/n), and I was found by those three while they were doing their errand, you see, I had gotten lost somehow when I was in my favorite field and had tumbled down, and the next thing I knew I was somewhere entirely different and had found them doing the errand which leaded me to joining them, if you’d like for me to leave then I’ll leave, sorry to bother you by the way.

After some more talk and a few hours of getting to know them and showing them that what you’ve said was true by doing some of the moves you had learned as you grew and gotten stronger, you finally have a job at the little daisy cafe and at the lackadaisy club.

One night the two out of three that was there when you first came to this world came and snuck into the lackadaisy club to steal some of their stuff but ended up catching you in the midst of singing as it was apart of your new job there.

You waited tables at both lackadaisy and little daisy while sing at the club, you only knew the songs from your world so that brought in some customers which was great for business.

Though what you and the others didn’t know was that two people that works for the marigold was her to steal things for asa sweet the boss of marigold.

“She sure can sing! And isn’t she also the one with those three?” Nico questioned after looking more close at the she-cat after noticing a sense of familiarity of her.

“Hm, yes, indeed she is a good singer and yes she was there with those lackadaisy, but need I remind you what we’re here for?” Mordecai questioned as he shifted his gaze from you to his colleague, nico, who put his paws up in surrender before the two went and begin what they had came there for.

While you were singing to wick’s guest and other costumers that had came and mordecai was stealing from lackadaisy with nico on the look out it would seem some other people decided to follow and attack the car that destroyed their farm that helps them make alcohol for them to sell, they had attacked victor while rocky went to get some help unloading the automobile.

When you were inform about the situation it was already too late to stop viktor from getting his injury though you hurry and went to him as you may be able to heal him even if it’s just the wound and not the pain that had came with the injury.

You had gotten to where Mitzi, ivy, zip and the band, and the doctor was and began using morning sun to heal viktor, they were all shocked to see what you were doing but kept quiet so you could concentrate on the task at hand, though ivy was less shocked but still shocked as she still couldn’t believe you have powers that could heal and possibly do more with it.

Mitzi was astonished at how you have powers and hoped that you would still stay with them as this could help them save money from having to use the doctor that was there with you all right now and you’d be a good ally than a enemy.

Zip was shocked but not as much as you would think as he thought there might be something about you that you were hiding from them but now understood why as this could have anyone with bad intentions use you for their benefits.

Viktor was woozy and couldn’t focus on a thing sept for the red glowing gem that was on your forehead but when he was back at his home and was able to comprehend what had happened he in his own way said thank you though he also made sure you were alone so no one could her him and even if you told anyone no one but maybe mitzi would believe you.

After that happened plus paying some visits to him with ivy Mitzi had called you to come with her, rocky, and freckles to meet with a friend of her late husband and hers.

You, rocky, and freckles were introduced to as a and the other cat named mordecai who reminds of that cat that didn’t shoot at you and your new friends, you been trying to sneak a few glances at different times.

Asa had creeped you out especially with his flirtatious ways and the way he would look at you which brought the protectiveness of rocky, freckles, and surprisingly Mitzi, she had grown to like you as a sister would and rocky, and freckles grown to like as a older sister would and the same goes for ivy as well.

Mordecai had noticed your glance but didn’t question it as he guessed he understand why you were glancing at him at times as it would seem you recognized him or felt a familiarity from him

(A/n: hope you like it!! I’m sorry that the last bit was kind short, i just wanted to hurry and get it done so the requester could finally see it, reason why it’s took so long is because i procrastinated as i was thinking idea for a possible book for this lovely fandom and also cause i was busy with work and i had went and visited my aunt, plus i was trying to draw a oc inspired by this request because it interested me but sadly i couldn’t get the oc how i wanted yet, but anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!!)

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[kikufuku01]

I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 14 Three Brats ♡♡♡ Part 15 Sakura series m. list

Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated!

Warnings: Oral(o/c receiving), sex, nipple pinching, Sukuna is horny and wants your attention (lol)

"Sukuna, get up." You violently slap his arm, "you gotta leave after my parents leave."

“No.”

You smack his arm harder this time, “you can’t be here today.”

Sukuna lazily lifts his head from your pillow and frowns, “why not? I heard everything.”

“Which is why you have to go. I can’t have you here today.”

He chooses to ignore you by laying back down, turning his back towards you and all you can do about it is get annoyed. If you kick him out now, there’s a chance someone will see him. With one final blow to the back of his head, you sigh and then throw the blanket over his head, “fine, stay hidden in there and don’t come out all day.”

Sukuna doesn’t bother to respond, so you gather up new clothes and head out to freshen up. You’d usually take your sweet time showering but your heart is anxious, since Sukuna doesn’t want to leave. After towel-drying your hair, you head towards the kitchen and prepare yourself something to eat while your parents walk around back and forth in the house. And since Sukuna wants to be an asshole, he doesn’t get any breakfast.

Your mom pokes her head into the kitchen while putting earrings in, “Ayumi said she’d tell you when she’s around the corner, so make sure not to go back to sleep.”

“I get it.”

She gives you a quick scowl but nods anyway, “we’ll be off then.”

You’re eating as you wait around for five minutes when you finally hear the sound of your dad’s footsteps traveling down the steps to the front door along with your mom’s. Once the door clicked, you wandered out into the living room and lounged around, waiting for Ayumi’s text. It took about fifteen minutes before your phone started ringing.

“Hello?”

“Oh hey, y/n, I’m outside, do you mind opening the gate?”

You jump up from the couch immediately, “of course.”

Instead of going outside to open the gate, you go towards the buzzer by the door and press the button.

“Asa-san, Ayumi-san, it’s great to see you again.”

You’d give them a hug if they weren’t each carrying a sleeping child in their arms. They smile at you in unison and wander into the house.

“Sorry for the late notice again,” Ayumi says with a sorrowful smile.

You shake your head at her, “it’s totally fine. I wasn’t doing anything.”

Asa looks around and starts to walk towards your bedroom, “since they’re both asleep, should I place them in here?”

Fucking shit!!! You look pretty fucking sketchy based on your stunned expression, but what are you supposed to do?! You’d look weirder to them if you said no, but Sukuna is in there lying dead asleep like an ass! Hell, they aren’t even paying attention to you. Instead, Ayumi is following Asa and before they open the door, she turns back at you, “in here?”

You’re caught. You should’ve kicked him out the moment your parents were gone. Why didn’t you try harder? Now you’re caught! You manage to force a smile and laugh nervously, “yeah, just place them down and I’ll tuck them in after you guys leave. Isn’t Hotaru still in the car?”

Ayumi chuckles, “yes, but he’s asleep as well.” She walks in with Asa and places Ren down first before glancing up at Asa. “Honey, you should go back to the car first to make sure Hotaru is alright and then bring in the kid’s things. I’ll be out in a second.”

When you walk in, your heart literally falls out of your ass and you sigh a breath of relief. Sukuna isn’t here! Well, he isn’t on the bed anymore and you’ve no clue where he’s at, but you’re grateful that he’s gone for now.

Asa lays Haru down as well and gives you a small bow with his head, “thank you so much for this favor, y/n-san. As a way to pay you back, please let Ayumi and I take you out for dinner someday.”

You quickly bring your hands up and shake them with a laugh, “oh no, there’s really no need to do that. We’re family, that’s what family is for.”

Ayumi takes your hand in hers and leans on Asa, “please, we feel so indebted to you, y/n.”

Well, since that day would most likely never come, you awkwardly nod your head and agree. Asa leaves first to go to the car while Ayumi explains how her kids are. Most of it just went in one ear and out the other… all you really caught were naughty and don’t play well together.

With Ayumi and Asa gone, the two kids asleep in your room and Sukuna disappearing, all you can do is lay around downstairs and wait for them to wake up. Where did he run off to anyway? Did he sneak out through the window? Maybe you should look for him.

You enter your room again and tiptoe around quietly. Nope, not here. Where could he have gone? You go to the window and check but the window is locked, which means he’s somewhere in the house… when did he wake up?

“Sukuna?”

You make sure to keep your voice low because frankly, you’re not ready to care for two kids yet. After searching the whole downstairs, including the pantry, you go up. As expected, the upstairs living room is empty. There’s a heavy pull to your eyebrows as you continue to wander about. He’s nowhere here and the only place left is your parent’s room, so you push the door open and peek inside.

“What are you doing here?”

Your voice pulls him out of his train of thoughts and he turns around with a goofy grin, “this you?”

It’s a photo of you in your middle school days and boy… you weren’t all that cute in the photo. Just that one though! Your face burns red with embarrassment as you march over and snatch the frame. You flip it down so that it’s no longer showing, “I asked why you were in here.”

Sukuna muses, “I was bored. I came up here a little before your guests arrived.”

You jab at him with an angry frown, “that doesn’t mean you can just wander as you please. What if you got caught?”

He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, “but I didn’t.”

“And if you did?”

He wears a pretty smirk on his pretty face, a playful glint sparkling in his eyes, “then I’d act like I was robbing you. I’ve got the looks to play the part.”

There’s that laugh he was looking for. You shove him away with your free hand and back away, “you’re stupid.”

“Only for you.”

You deadpan, “yeah, right.” You drag him out of the room, “anyway, now that I’ve found you, you can’t be here.”

“I think I can help you look after these runts.” Sukuna playfully puffs out his chest and gives it a smack, “I did pretty well with that other runt last time, don’t you think?”

He’s got a point, but you absolutely cannot risk these kids tattling on you. With a stern voice, you answer, “that’s true, but these kids are older. Hotaru only babbled.”

He follows you down the stairs with heavy feet, “then I’ll threaten them.”

“Sukuna.”

“Kidding~” he raises his hands above his head and sways side to side, “just tell them that I’m a friend that’s here to help. It can’t be that big of a problem. I’ll bribe them with money, too. Kids love that.”

You frown at him again, “they’ll ask where the money came from.”

Sukuna leans over your face and smiles like an innocent child while his eyes tell a different story, “from you, of course.”

You’re going to argue back but your bedroom door suddenly opens and all doom falls on you. It hit you like a baseball bat, you swear. Sukuna didn’t expect for the door to open either, based on how much he stiffened. You turn around with a nervous smile and look at the seven year old. He’s staring back at you while he rubs one eye.

“Hi… Haru.”

Haru’s eyes go from tired to curious and he walks up to you with an expression you can’t read. His small hands grab at yours and then he glances up at Sukuna, “who is this, auntie y/n?”

Sukuna stifles back his laughter and raises his eyebrows, “yeah, who am I, auntie y/n?”

“Oh, this is my friend, Sukuna.” You lower yourself to his level and hold a finger up to your mouth, “but you can’t tell anyone about him, okay?”

Haru squints his big eyes at you, “why not?”

Crap. Your brain actually stalls and loads as you look for an excuse but none come to you. All you really can do is panic internally.

Sukuna taps the kid’s head and sighs, “because I can play with you and your brother better, since we’re guys.”

Well that’s sexist. You roll your eyes at them, “what kind of excuse is that?”

Haru ignored you and beams at Sukuna instead, “you have a dingdong like me, right?”

“Yeah,” Sukuna bursts out laughing and nods along, “except mine's way bigger than yours.”

Haru shakes his head at him and releases your hand to slap Sukuna’s thigh, “mine is bigger! We can measure.”

“No, you can’t.” You stand back to your normal height, “just promise that you and Ren won’t mention Sukuna. If you promise, my friend will give you money.”

“Okay!”

You have doubts but if they tell, hopefully Ayumi and Asa will think they’re talking nonsense. Ren wakes up a little after the whole incident as well and you explain the same thing to him, except you tell him that it’s a game and the winner would get more money the next time you saw them. He looked eager to take the deal but children make promises like it’s nothing.

♡ ♡ ♡

By now it’s around one and you’re busy looking around in the kitchen for something to cook. Since you weren’t properly listening to Ayumi, you’re left to guess what they can and can’t eat. There’s a 20% chance they’re allergic to specific things and you’re sure they’re picky eaters since they’re young, so you’re trying to be mindful. Okay, Ren is five, so he might eat whatever you feed him, but Haru is definitely around the age of being a picky eater.

“Curry udon it is.”

You mutter to yourself as you gather the needed ingredients. The house is the loudest it's ever been since Sukuna is watching them for you. You easily find what you need and get to work. Because you don’t have all-purpose flour, you substitute by mixing 100g of bread flour and 100g of cake flour with water. You begin to mix it in slowly, pouring the water and a bit of salt in time by time until the consistency becomes dough-like. When that’s done, you spread flour onto a tray and lay it down, continuously kneading and spreading until it’s ready. It’s going to be a long process to get the dough completely smooth, so you’ll be at it for a while. And maybe you’re out of shape, but your arms are already starting to get sore. Ugh, you don’t even want to know what the chaos going on is about. You shove the dough into the fridge and prepare to make the curry.

While you’re busy doing that, Sukuna is laying on the couch and playing on his phone. He’s not even watching them!

Haru is busy controlling his remote-control race car while Ren follows him around and hovers over his shoulder. Feeling annoyed, Haru reaches behind him and shoves Ren back, “go play by yourself!”

Ren stumbles backwards but stays persistent in lingering around, “I want to play with it too!”

“You’re annoying!” Haru shoves his younger brother again and controls the car to go somewhere else. He makes sure to travel around the living room with the car though so he doesn’t lose sight of it.

Ren wordlessly follows his older brother again, still waiting for a turn. When Haru hears him coming, he stands up and holds the remote close to his chest with a glare, “leave me alone! Play with the other toys.”

This finally catches Sukuna’s attention, so he removes his eyes from the screen and clicks his tongue at Haru, “stop it.” He sees Haru shove Ren back again and sits up on the couch when Ren’s lips begin to quiver. “Look, he’s about to cry any second now because of you.”

Haru glares at Sukuna this time and walks away to play with the car in another area of the house but he stops when he hears Ren behind him again. This time he hits Ren’s head with his knuckles which makes Sukuna stand from the couch. He frowns at the seven year old, “oi, would you stop that? You’re gonna make him cry.”

“I don’t care.” Haru walks towards the car and picks it up, “I don’t share toys with Ren.”

He walks towards him again and pushes him back but this time it’s a little too hard and the boy falls onto his butt. Just like that, the younger brother begins to sob and Sukuna has no choice but to walk to them, “look, you made him cry. What did I tell you?”

Sukuna snatches both the car and remote from Haru, “none of you can play with it if you can’t share.” An evil grin plays on his face, “now it’s mine.”

Ren continues to cry while Haru kicks Sukuna’s leg as hard as he can (it’s doing no damage lol), “give it back! It’s mine!”

He sticks his tongue out at the kid and puts the car down to play with it, “go cry to auntie y/n about it.” As soon as the car starts moving, he smiles more child-like, “I’ve always wanted a race car!”

Haru does as told and runs to wherever you are. Knowing that there’s trouble around, he picks Ren up and goes to the kitchen as well. Like a brat, Haru angrily stomps in and tugs at your clothes, “auntie y/n, your stupid boyfriend won’t give me back my race car!”

You look down at him with furrowed eyebrows, “he’s not my boyfriend! And Sukuna,” you change your line of view to him, “stop being a child and give him back his toy. You should know better.”

Sukuna lifts Ren to get a better hold of him and shrugs innocently, “I’m discipling them.”

This time you cross your arms, “you aren’t their parent; therefore you get no say on how to discipline.”

He likes to challenge you, so he talks back like a smart ass. Sukuna steps further into the kitchen, “I’m their guardian right now, so that means whatever I say goes.” He waves the toy in the air to tease Haru, “if they can’t learn to share the toy and play together then they can’t play at all.”

“The. Toy. Is. Mine.” He gets in Haru’s face and smiles in a cunning way, “am I clear?”

You stop what you’re doing and stare at Sukuna with a bored face, “I didn’t know I was signing up to watch over three brats. Since you also can’t play fair with them, you don’t get the toy either.” You hold your hand out to receive the toy, “hand it over.”

Sukuna scoffs, clearly amused, “no way.”

“Sukuna, give it.”

He hums softly to himself and gives you a mischievous look, “if I give it to you then I’ll just have to find something more interesting to play with.” He steps closer to you, “something like… your kitty?”

You shove Sukuna away from you and continue to make the udon base, “that’s disgusting.”

Ren blinks his big owl eyes at you, “auntie, you have a cat?”

You’re gonna pretend you didn’t hear that. Sukuna on the other hand has other plans as he plays around and nods like he’s talking about something innocent.

“She sure does. It’s pretty and cute… soft and really friendly.”

Ren’s eyes go even wider than they already are and this time Haru clings onto Sukuna’s leg, “can we see?”

Alright, this has gone too far. You turn down the heat and ruffle Haru’s hair, “Sukuna is talking nonsense. I don’t own a cat.” You smile cutely at Ren as well, “he’s talking about my neighbor’s kitten. Now,” you glare at Sukuna again, “give it.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes at you and puts Ren down, “fine.”

When Sukuna is out of sight, you give the toy back and point a stern finger at them, “if you can’t share then I’m taking it away again. Understood?”

Haru looks down but nods his head at you. Same goes for Ren, “yes, auntie.”

“Go have fun.”

Gosh, what a headache. Three brats… really??? Anyway, since the broth is starting to boil, you add in some bonito flakes, turn the heat off and wait for around a minute until the flakes completely sink. After that, you strain it and begin to cut up the rest of the ingredients, even going so far as to add some pork belly. For the curry mix, you combine curry powder, flour, potato starch and water.

You’re done cooking the pork belly and don’t question why Sukuna is suddenly in the kitchen again until he stands right behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. Feeling that it’s too risky, you push him with your elbows, “get off of me.”

Your words fall on deaf ears because Sukuna starts to leave tiny little kisses down your neck and onto your shoulders. You stiffen in his hold as your breath hitches from the tickling sensation, “stop, Sukuna.” You use your elbow again, “not here, my nephews are in the room next door.”

Sukuna’s hands travel down to the waistband of your bottoms and he sighs softly to himself, “they’re busy, come on.” He gives your shoulder another kiss, “let me get a taste.”

You’ve already poured the veggies, pork and broth in so you’re too busy manually removing the foam from the pot to actually fight back, “stop being a pervert and go play with them. I’m making lunch.”

Sukuna’s fingers just dig deeper into your pants while he watches you pour in soy sauce, mirin and sugar, “they’re getting along and playing just fine, I made sure. They won’t even know what’s going on in here.” His right hand cups over your crotch while his middle finger presses down right onto your clit, “don’t you think youthful innocence is just so cute?”

He’s the fucking devil. You’re trying to focus, so you continue to cook, “yes, it is. I’d like to keep it that–” you jump from the sudden sensation of rubbing and try to ignore him as best as you can, “I’d like to keep it that way. Who knows if they’ll walk in and become traumatized because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

He smirks onto your shoulder as his fingers become soaked in your arousal. Like the ass that he is, he slips two fingers in and begins to pump in and out at a steady pace, “I just want a taste of dessert. After all,” his other hand slips into your shirt and under your bra, “you were being mean.” His fingers begin to rub and tweak at your hardened nipples, making it hard to concentrate.

Your eyes shut momentarily as you lower the heat to lower to let it simmer and thicken, “how so?”

Sukuna brings his mouth towards your ear and gives it a slow lick, “you took the race car away from me. Now I have nothing left but your kitty to play with.” He places a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear, “let me get a taste.”

“There’s no way in hell.”

After adding the curry mix, you try to push Sukuna away but he holds you firmly and pushes another finger into you, “you’re behind a counter, y/n, and the kids are in the other room. No one will see a thing.”

Just as Ren runs into the kitchen, Sukuna ducks down to be unseen and pulls your bottoms down as well. Ren stands by the entrance, holding up a lego piece he built, “auntie y/n, look! I built a car!”

“Spread your legs.”

Sukuna whispers loud enough just for you to hear. Obviously, you don’t comply. Instead, you make big eyes at Ren and nod, “wow~ Oh-” you cut yourself off when you feel Sukuna spread your legs for your and forces you to stick your ass out so he can get a better angle. He licks a stripe down your cunt from behind like the nasty man that he is. To fix your mistake, you laugh, “that’s so cool, Ren. Just keep playing over there with Haru, okay? Lunch is almost ready.”

By now, Sukuna is greedily tongue-fucking you and you have no choice but to act like nothing is happening. Ren cocks his head, “are you okay, auntie? You’re moving a lot. Where is uncle Sukuna at? I want to show him!”

He’s about to come to you but you hold your hands out at him and stop him, “no, go play in the living room. Sukuna– ngh… he went to the bathroom, I think.” You point behind Ren and smile as best as you can, “go over there and I’ll go get him for you, okay?”

Ren blinks twice before eventually smiling again, “okay! Tell him to hurry so I can show him!”

He’s out as quick as that and all you can do is breathe a sigh of relief. Once you’ve calmed down, you turn back and try to shake him off, “get your tongue out from there, you fucking pervert!”

Sukuna smirks against your cunt and buries himself deeper, chuckling lowly when you bite your own lip to hide your moans. Even if you used all your strength to shove him away, he’s holding you firmly in place with no problem. He can taste your mess, but he continues to kitten lick you through your orgasm.

“Stop,” you sigh out as your legs begin to shake and lose strength. You can barely manage to stand as overstimulation begins to hit and the only thing keeping you standing is Sukuna’s hold.

With one final lick, he swallows your taste and pulls your bottoms back up in one swift move, “oh, shut up. You enjoyed it.” He tidies your clothes up a bit and wraps his arms around your waist again, “I felt your cute little hole clenching.” His lips tickle the back of your neck as he mutters against it, “you were excited, weren’t you?”

“No, I was horrified he was going to discover us like this.”

He rubs his lips against your skin and then pulls away smugly, “I couldn’t help it. You taste so good. I want more.”

Before his hands can wander more, you turn off the heat, unravel yourself from him and go towards the fridge to take the dough out to cut, “later, okay? Stop distracting me.”

You lay out a bunch of flour so the pieces don’t stick together and begin to roll it flat when Sukuna leans over and pokes at it with a pout.

“I just want a kiss, then.”

“A kiss? If I give you one then you’ll shut up and be on your way?”

What an ass. He lingers in your kitchen, does as he wants, watches you cook and doesn’t bother to help at all. After you’ve rolled the dough out enough, you fold it and begin to cut them precisely.

Sukuna flicks the flour from his hand and nods, “yes ma’am.”

Fine, if a kiss will shut him up then so be it. You cup his cheeks with your flour covered hands and give him a soft peck on the lips. It’s nothing romantic at all, but a kiss is a kiss. You pull back from him and look him in the eyes, “happy?”

He looks far from it, lol. Sukuna’s lips twitch into a frown and he clicks his tongue sassily at you, “not a fucking peck. What am I, a kid? Give me a real kiss.”

You look away from him to resume cutting the dough into noodle pieces, “but– mph!”

Sukuna impatiently grabs your chin with one hand and slams his lips down on yours, forcing your mouth open with his tongue. He pushes his tongue against yours and makes sure that you can barely catch your breath before breaking away. Like the dick that he is, he smirks to himself in a proud manner and wipes your lips for you with his thumb, “that’s more like it.”

He wipes the flour off of his own cheeks and then smacks your ass with his left hand, “no take backs. You better serve yourself on a silver platter for me later.”

“I–”

He doesn’t bother to linger any longer as he walks out of the kitchen, “yo, kiddos! What did you want to show me?”

You wipe at your own mouth and scoff in disbelief, “that asshole.”

Ugh! Whatever… You try to forget about the wet mess that you are and boil the noodles so they’re ready to serve.

♡ ♡ ♡

You pour the curry into a small bowl and go out to find them. The first thing you see is Sukuna hogging the race car while Haru clings to his leg as he waits for his turn. Even when you said for him to play nice he’s still being greedy… you smile at the scene anyways and tap your foot on the ground to get their attention. Sukuna’s eyes never leave the car but he responds.

“What?”

You shrug in an obvious way, “where’s Ren?”

“Shit, dunno.”

Really, Sukuna? You groan at him, “you lost him?”

Sukuna’s other hand begins to push at Haru as he tries to pry him off, “he’s not lost, just somewhere else.”

Haru’s little hands clutch onto Sukuna’s pants tighter, “quit it, it’s my turn now.”

“Beat it, kid.”

You’re beginning to lose patience with the two as you speak, “Haru, where’s your brother?”

The kid whips his head around and stares at you with the same big owl-like eyes as Ren. He shrugs his little shoulders, “he left to play by himself.”

Crap. Guess you’ll have to seek him yourself. He shouldn’t be too far, so hopefully you can locate him quickly. Since it’s obvious that he’s not in this area, you go into your room and search. Nope, not there either.

“Ren,” you call out, “it’s time to eat.”

You go upstairs with hasty steps and halt at the top when you see him peacefully building legos by himself. The only thing you’re dreading is the bunch of legos that he dumped out onto the floor, but that’s an issue for later. For now, it’s time to eat.

“Ren,” you say again, “come here.”

He silently stands from where he’s sitting and runs over to you, “wanna play?”

“Maybe later. Here, try this.”

You give him the bowl and make him try the curry.

“Is it spicy? Can you eat it?”

Ren’s chubby cheeks turn a soft shade of pink but he beams at you happily, “it’s yummy.”

“Good!”

You pick him up and carry him down with you while shouting.

“Time to eat!”

Both Haru and Ren line up behind you to get their portion and so does Sukuna. He’s standing there like a big baby waiting to be pampered and coddled, how ridiculous. You start off with Haru and give him his bowl, “walk slowly and go sit at the table over there. Would you like anything specific to drink?”

He lights up like a bulb, “soda!”

“Is that okay with your mom–”

“Ah come on, let the kid have some soda.”

Sukuna’s louder voice cuts through yours and when you turn back to glare at him, he cackles and hides behind his bowl to avoid your gaze. Haru taps your leg and nods eagerly, “yeah, auntie y/n, listen to your boyfriend. I want soda.”

“He’s not my–”

“Let the kid be happy, baby.”

The way Sukuna says it is so cunningly sweet that it irritates your soul… however, there’s a giddy feeling in your stomach from his stupid ass teasing. How is it possible for him to be so carelessly playful all the time? Once Haru gets out of the way, you give Ren his and walk him over to the table. Sukuna scoffs in offense, “aren’t you forgetting about someone?”

“You’re a big boy, Sukuna. You can serve yourself.” You’re speaking to him in the same playful tone he used on you and hide your laugh when he squints pettily.

He makes sure to huff and puff repeatedly when filling his own bowl but it only makes him look like a man-child. “Are you going to offer me a drink too or ignore me again?”

You move to make yourself a bowl as well and tap your cheek, “hmm, don’t you have two feet that work?”

“I have a third leg that wo–”

“Alright, alright, what do you want to drink, asshole.”

He snickers triumphantly, “soda for me, too.”

Clink, clink, clink and clink. You place four cans down on the table and sit across from Sukuna, digging in after everyone has already started. The next hour consists of you watching the three of them play together. Of course, there are moments when you have to step in and tell Sukuna to stop being childish, but he only listens for a few minutes and then goes right back to acting like a kid. Ren is the only one who is laid back, but that’s because he’s occupied with the many other toys Ayumi packed.

“I’ll be right back.”

You go back upstairs and take your sweet time to collect the lego pieces that were dumped. Just how many pieces are included in this set? You crawl over to grab the two buckets and hum to yourself. 2,000 pieces per bucket, wow.

“That’s my car!”

Ren’s voice roars from downstairs and his loud crying follows shortly after. Gosh, Sukuna can’t have the race car so he takes Ren’s? Why can’t he be a bit more responsible? You quickly gather the pieces in bunches and snap the lid back on so you can bring both buckets downstairs with you.

“Sukuna, would you quit acting like a brat?”

Your voice dies down when you see the situation. It wasn’t him that took the car, it was Haru. Sukuna is looking at you with an ‘are you serious right now’ look while cradling Ren in his arms to help console him.

“Oh…”

His frown quickly lifts into a grin as he mocks you, “yeah, oh.”

Embarrassment seeps into you as you walk over to Haru. You hold out your hand and demand for the lego car, “what did I say about playing nice? If you can’t do that, you can’t play at all.”

Haru crosses his arms and frowns at you, “then I’ll tell my mom and dad about your boyfriend!”

“Ouu,” Sukuna bursts out laughing at you and covers his mouth with a fist, “he got you there.”

“You’re not helping the situation, Sukuna. None of this would’ve happened if you had just left when I told you to.”

He bounces Ren in his arms to help lull him, “if I left, you would’ve been stressed trying to take care of them on your own.”

Well, he has a point. Damn him. You feel so defeated today as nothing is going your way… What are you supposed to do? The three of them won’t share the damn race car, Ren is in love with the one he built yet Haru won’t let him have it and even when you told Sukuna to be an adult, he won’t let the kid have the race car to himself.

While you’re blanking out about what to do, Sukuna takes it upon himself to step closer and pull you into an embrace with his other arm, “stressed out?”

“A bit,” you sulk, muttering against his chest.

Haru grimaces at the scene but quickly becomes jealous when he realizes he’s being left out, so he quickly shoves himself between you and hugs Sukuna’s thighs, “I want a hug too! How come you guys are only hugging Ren?!”

Sukuna playfully rolls his eyes, “beat it, kid.” Despite saying that, he releases you and kneels down to pick him up.

“I was just having a bit of fun, y/n. I didn’t mean to stress ya out.”

He tries to make it up to you by puckering his lips for a kiss but you immediately reject it and shoot him down.

“Fine,” he grumbles, “hey kids, how about we all clean up and watch a movie together?”

Ren sniffles, wiping his own tears, “movie?”

“What kind of movie?” Haru adds.

Sukuna moves his head closer to Haru’s and lightly headbutts him, “any kind you want. You just can’t say a word about me being here, okay?”

The kid squints with suspicion and scoffs, “don’t forget about the money you promised.”

He puts them down and digs into his wallet to give them pocket change, “yeah, yeah.”

It’s kind of cute watching them run around the house as they try to tidy things up. Sukuna is barely doing anything to help but it’s the effort that counts and the other two are shoving things in their duffel bag. Since it’s almost four now, you’re curious on how much longer you’ll have to watch them. You would text Ayumi but you’re not sure how serious Hotaru’s condition is, so it might sound insensitive of you to ask how much longer you’ll have to babysit.

So, you guys spent a good few minutes arguing on what to watch since everyone’s preference was different. Sukuna wanted to watch horror but you argued against him since it wouldn’t be appropriate for children to watch, therefore you’ve all settled on Coraline. Sukuna is stuck on the other end of the couch with Haru sitting beside him and then there’s Ren and you. Because he’s a bit scared of the movie, he’s clinging to you and Sukuna is glaring at the poor kid through the corners of his eyes. He’s jealous that you’ve given these kids all of your attention because now he’s left hanging.

They fall asleep halfway through the movie, possibly from food coma and from sitting still for so long. Sukuna turns to look at you with a gentle pout still on his lips, “kids are asleep.”

“What about it?” You whisper back.

He points down at his thighs, “this brat is heavy, and my legs are asleep so let’s move them.”

Aww, Haru looks so cute when he’s not being a smart mouth, almost like Sukuna. You carefully lift Ren up and stand from the couch, “they should be fine in my room again.”

You wait for Sukuna to stand as well and then go towards your room. You’re about to enter, but Sukuna turns and goes in a different direction. “Uh, where are you going?”

He doesn’t even look at you, “putting them in the room upstairs.”

“Why?”

All he does is ignore you, so you have no choice but to follow him up. It’s so weird! It’s weird to see Sukuna with kids. You weren’t used to it last time and you’re not used to it now. He looks too soft… To imagine him as a father is just funny, and with that imagination in mind, you end up laughing a little too loud.

He tucks Haru in first and looks up at you, “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just… it’s nothing.” You pull the blanket over Ren and start walking away, “why did you bring Haru up here anyway?”

Big arms snake around your waist, holding you in place, “so they won’t get in my way.” Sukuna releases you, bends down and picks you up bridal style after, “you haven’t paid attention to me all day.”

A giggle leaves your lips at his immaturity, “that’s a lie, I paid attention to you this morning.”

“You left me hanging.”

“Oh, you got me there.”

He leans down and leaves a kiss on the tip of your nose, “now it’s time to make up for it.”

Your smile drops at his statement and you begin to flail in his arms, “Sukuna, no. The kids are still here.” You feel his grip on you tighten so you begin to flail harder, “you can sneak back over later tonight. We can’t do anything here.”

He shuts your door with his foot and throws you onto the bed, “it’ll be fine, y/n. They’re dead asleep.”

This guy… No. You can’t let him have his way right now but Sukuna quickly topples over you, trapping you beneath him. He’s not exactly sitting on you, just hovering above, but he’s a lot heavier than you so no matter how much you try to fight him off he won’t budge.

He smirks down at you, “I hope you realize how loudly you’re laughing. You’ll wake them up if you continue.”

“Good, hopefully they can save me from this horny pervert!”

“Ahh~” he sighs, “a pervert? Me?” He laughs in a cynical way and lowers his face so that his nose almost touches yours, “you might not be wrong~”

There’s so much tension between you two right now as he lays his forehead against yours, “but on a serious note, pay attention to me too.”

Damn, he switches just like that, huh? First he looks all evil and sinister and then he looks all vulnerable and shit. What an absolute ass. You told yourself not to give in, but he just pulls you in like a magnet… you can’t help it.

You tilt your head up first and meet his lips and gosh, they’re hypnotic. The not-so-secretive smiles that play on your lips disappear as you both indulge in each other, mindlessly crossing lines that were long blurred all over again.

Before things escalate, Sukuna separates and pants against your lips, “if you really don’t want to do it, we don’t have to. I’ll wait.”

Fuck it. You’re already horny. You tilt your head upwards again to continue the kiss, granting him permission to continue and you moan softly with excitement each time he grinds against you. Your heads turn at different angles to deepen the kiss while his hands move down to your thighs. Everywhere his hands go, your skin burns. It’s crazy, right?

Sukuna gently lifts your hips up to pull your pants off while his lips move from yours down to your neck, leaving you a panting mess. It’s crazy how his lips leave such soft supple kisses on your skin while his breath tickles your neck.

“Let’s take a look,” Sukuna says as he removes himself from you. He spreads your legs apart and salivates at the mess you’ve made.

Feeling shy, you close your legs again and look away, “don’t look… it’s embarrassing.”

Sukuna shakes his head at you and spreads your legs open again, “it’s cute, doll. Nothing to be embarrassed about, alright?”

He stares at you with such tender eyes before moving down to lick a stripe up your cunt. It sends a shiver down your spine but you’re quickly drowned in bliss when he gets to work. Sukuna’s mouth attaches to your clit and he gently flicks up and down while his hand pumps in and out of your pulsing cunt. There’s a dirty squelching sound that fills your ears and you can feel your stomach tightening up.

Your hands fly down to Sukuna’s head in a panic and you violently grip at his hair but you’re too late. Your legs are already squeezing his head while your back arches from the pleasure and he’s just shamelessly lapping up all your juices like a starved dog.

“Fuck me,” you whisper in the heat of the moment.

Sukuna removes himself from your cunt and crawls back up to tackle you in a wet kiss. He’s letting you taste yourself, that dirty man. His damp fingers move into your shirt and under your bra so he can play with your hardened nipples.

“Shit,” you moan into the kiss at his touch and push him away gently, “hurry, who knows when they’ll wake up.”

He sits up and unbuttons his pants, his boxers damp from precum. It amuses him how you’re always looking at his bulge with such wide eyes. It fits every time, so why do you always look a bit anxious? Sukuna pulls out his dick and pokes at your soaked entrance. He pushes in slowly and muses in the erotic sounds you’re making. Your previous orgasm made it easier for him to slide in, so he begins to move at an easy pace.

You let your hands roam under his shirt, “kiss me, Sukuna.”

He does as you say, leaning back down to lap his tongue over yours. While making out, he quickened his pace, going harder for each thrust. It makes you bounce up and cling to him more, wrapping your legs around his waist. Sukuna grips at the back of your neck to swallow more of you while his other arm wraps under you to press you closer against him. Everything about you drives him insane.

You could feel every inch of him sliding in and out while your breaths and moans got louder and louder. The sound of skin slapping and the smell of sex began to fill the air but you were too intoxicated on sex to care. It just felt too good. Everything felt too good with Sukuna.

He grunts harshly while a sheen layer of sweat begins to build up, “baby.”

You don’t hear him. You’re too distracted with your own pleasure.

Sukuna pinches your nipple to get your attention. “Baby,” he calls again.

This time you open your hazy eyes and look up at him, “yeah?”

Shit. You didn’t make a face at the name he called you. Now he’s even harder. Initially, he planned to pull out and finish on your stomach, but you just pull him back in each time. Sukuna grabs both of your wrists and pulls you up off the bed.

“Turn around. Face down, ass up.”

You submissively do as he says and get into the position he asked. He lines himself up with you again and slams right in, earning a loud moan from you. “Fuck,” he mutters, “you’re swallowing me up.”

His hands grip your waist and he begins to pull you back and forth while his hips snap into you violently. He’s burning with desire, just on the edge of cumming. “I’m gonna cum,” Sukuna says as he begins to slow down his pace.

Too drunk on sex, you push your ass out towards him, “in me…”

Do you realize what you’re saying? As much as he would like to, he’s not wearing a condom and the possibility of you getting pregnant would cause problems, so he chuckles and leans forward to press sensual kisses down your back, “baby, did seeing me around kids give you a funny idea? Hmm?”

No answer… You’re a drooling mess with your tongue lolled out. There’s a pool of saliva seeping down on your sheets but Sukuna doesn’t need to know that.

Sukuna grins at your silence and moves closer to turn your head towards him. Hungry lips devour you and you’re left kissing him back like the horny mess you are, moaning uncontrollably. You release first, flinching with sensitivity as his dick continuously rubs up inside of you.

“Shit!”

Sukuna quickly pulls away from the kiss and pulls out of you while his cum spurts onto your ass and back. When the high finally dies down and you both catch your breaths, he flips you onto your back and presses cute tiny kisses on your cheeks and lips, “sorry, I made a mess on you.”

“That’s okay,” you softly pant, “guess we both needed that.”

“Let me help you change.”

Before you can argue back, he walks to your dresser and digs around for a bit. While he’s doing that, you use your old undies to wipe his mess off your back.

When Sukuna finds what looks like comfortable enough undies and a pair of sweats, he comes right back to you. There’s a glow on his face as he smiles gently, putting your legs through the holes and dressing your bottom half. He pulls you to sit up, “are you okay? Did I go too hard?”

“No, it was perfect. Promise.”

You jump off the bed and kiss his sweaty forehead, “you’re the devil, Sukuna. Such a tempter.”

He shrugs in a nonchalant way, “you like it, don’t lie.”

Damn, he’s got a point… again. You fan yourself and walk towards the door, “I’m gonna make sure they kids didn’t hear us…”

“Have fun~”

You look over your shoulder with a playful smile, “go home, okay? I don’t wanna get in trouble later. If you like me as much as you say you do, you’ll listen and spare me some punishment.”

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How do you think Asa would deal with somebody having and anxiety attack? Maybe someone who is in his collection having a panic attack because they're scared that he might get bored or tired of them and get rid of them.

Sorry if this is an awkward subject to write about. If it makes you uncomfy or anything please feel free to ignore. Hope you have a good day/night 😊❤️

How would Asa Emory comfort reader when they’re having a panic attack?

Asa Emory x gn!Reader

Requests are open!

Tw for slight self harm (skin picking)

Thank you so much for this! Keep the asa requests coming because I cannot physically be normal about this man and love writing for him 💖 I appreciate you asking if I’m comfy writing it to! Super sweet!

It all happens so quickly, you’re minding your business, doodling on a notepad in your room at the hotel. Asa bid you goodbye with a kiss on the forehead and a reminder to be good a few hours ago and you’re keeping yourself occupied until his return. You kind of wish you could go with him but you quickly remeber what goes on in the lower sections of the hotel you’re kept away from and decide it’s probably best you don’t. You’ve been there once before and that was enough to satisfy your curiosity for life.

The day continues on like this, keeping yourself entertained and flickering your eyes over the to clock every so often. Eventually it hits 8pm, usually Asa is back around this time, give or take fifteen minutes. Noticing this you scramble to sit pretty on your knees next to the door, waiting for him to return eagerly.

Asa is late, later than usual, it’s not uncommon for things to run over longer than Asa plans, victims being rowdy, traps not working as he hoped, but a seed of doubt settles deep into your stomach. He is coming back…he’ll be back soon.

More time passes and your stomach starts to twist, nausea setting in rapidly, you crawl of out position and sit cross legged. The longer the minutes tick on the deeper you spiral, what if he isn’t coming back? Maybe he’s hurt? No, he’s always prepared if things go south. Did you do something wrong?

You rely on him all the time but it’s not like you have a choice, he’s the one who ripped you from your home and imprisoned you. You rely on him to feed you, wash you, tell you what to do and when to do it…god you sound pathetic, no wonder he doesn’t want you anymore, but isn’t that what he desired? Your complete submission and dedication? The thought makes a sob bubble up on your throat.

Its all to much to quickly, the harsh words and doubt clogging up more and more of your mind until it’s all you can think of, all you can breath. You start to tremble and you know what’s coming, but you don’t know how to help it. Sure enough the hyperventilating starts, gulping for air between shaky sobs, rocking to try ground yourself.

Why would he go to all this effort to hide you away and mould you into his perfect specimen if he was just going to throw you away once he got bored? Didn’t you mean more to him than that or were you just deluded by his affection?

You don’t know how long you’ve been hunched over on the bedroom floor by the time you hear the door open, Asa shrugging off his coat and gloves, at this point you don’t even perk up or move to greet Asa as normal.

Asa was concerned when you weren’t in your usual agreed place, heart rate picking up as he looks for you. His eyes land on you curled into yourself, small cries wracking your body. his eyes soften at the sight, he knew he should’ve called you to let you know he’d be later than usual but it slipped his mind…shit

If physical affection during panic attacks is helpful for you then he’ll announce his presence quietly enough for you to hear him and know he’s there but not enough to startle you even worse. Asa will run his hand through your hair gently and adress you.

If physical affection is off the table during a panic attack Asa will move to sit down next to you after announcing himself, grunting at the way his knees crack on the way down to you.

“I’m sorry I’m late home, things didn’t go as I wanted and I ended up having to stay later, but I’m here now. Please tell me what’s gotten you so upset cricket?” He coos at you affectionately. Usually he’d punish you for not being in your spot on time but not today, today is different.

You trip over your words, trying to get what’s bothering you across to him between sobs and gasps before Asa shushs you. “Don’t hurt yourself, you can tell me once you’re feeling better, just copy me ok?” Asa gives some example deep breaths, holding them for a few seconds before releasing slowly. He waits patiently for you to join in until your breathing in sync, your physically separate but it feels personal and intimate, especially coming from someone as stony cold as your sir.

Eventually you calm down enough to speak, still out of breath and teary but much better than before, Asa always has had that affect on you, being a place of comfort compared to the usual terror he instils in others. He prompts you once again to tell him what’s causing all this, you hesitate but slowly start explaining, getting slightly more upset as you reveal your concerns.

Asa’s lips drop into an unhappy straight line, hating to see you like this and hating that it could’ve been avoided if he wasn’t so forgetful.

“May I hold you pet?” He asks for confirmation before pulling you into his lap, letting you cry into his shoulder, he couldn’t care less about the tears and snot you’re leaving on his turtle neck right now.

“Silly cricket, don’t you see how much you mean to me? I’m not one to tiptoe around my feelings, if I’d had enough of you as you put it you wouldn’t be on my lap right now, however I’d say that’s improbable considering you’re my entire world”

Asa tugs the O ring on your collar and moves your chin up to look him in his black scleras. “I’m not sick of you now and I never will be, you belong here, to me, and that’s final” Asa thumbs over your cheek bone and gives you a sweet chaste kiss.

You sit like this in Asa’s lap for a while as he rocks you, whispering affirmations and sweet words into the crook of your neck. Eventually he sits you back on the floor and takes your hand, pulling you with him but not letting your hand go. “We should probably get this cleaned up shouldn’t we pup?” Asa holds up your hands in front of your face, cuticles red and bloody. You didn’t even realise you’d been doing it in the height of your panic.

“Nothing to be ashamed of pet, let me patch you up and I’ll make us some dinner, it’s past your dinner time after all. Maybe if you’re good for the rest of the evening you can sleep with sir tonight, would you like that?”

You nod happily and follow him into the bathroom to treat your wounds, a shy smile creeping its way onto your face and a flutter in your heart.

I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to send me more Asa requests!

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