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elsaellaelys · 10 months

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Heyyy what’s up?

Can I make a request for JJ Maybank where Kiara is in love with him and he’s in a relationship with the reader? Kie tries to get JJ away from the reader and all and to make her realize that he is hers the reader sucks him off in the Chateau’s living room with the door open so that everyone else, including Kiara, hears. And then some more smut?

Thxxx😘❤️

Just a reminder of whom he belongs to

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

1.085 words

WARNINGS: 18+, sex content.

a/n: Oh my God! I'm so happy my first request is such a good one, I loved it! Hope you enjoy.

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It started in the Pogueland.

JJ asked Y/N to come fishing with him, she hesitated, caught up in helping Sarah braid some coconut tree leaves, then Kiara gladly accept something that wasn't offered to her. JJ went to fish, leaving his girlfriend with a kiss on the cheek, they came back some time later happy with a Manta Ray, Kiara hugged JJ for too long and Y/N found it weird, wasn't Kiara the type of affective neglectful person?

She noticed the girl's long looks to her blonde boy, her boy, always finding a reason to walk alone in the beach with him, flipping Y/N out of any conversation, creating internal jokes that she didn't wanted to explain. Of course when they all were around the fire JJ would instinctively sitted next to his girl, putting a arm around her, smelling the sea in her hair, Y/N couldn't hold herself from kissing him deeply every time she caught Kie staring, fidgeting his shark tooth necklace, hands running down his abs, holding tight the waist of his shorts, just to make sure she knew who he belonged to.

That wasn't enough to keep her away though, especially when they were back to OBX.

This night the pogues decided to have a little bit of peace in the hot tub, the seven of them trying to fit together, Y/N staying in her boyfriend's lap. He got up to grab more beers, complaining about being the one to do it, Kiara squeezed Y/N into Cleo's side, JJ came back, setted the beers in the ice bucket, looked around the tub and took the free place beside Kiara without saying a thing. The water was hot in her legs, but JJ was the one keeping her shoulders warm with his arms, her jaw clenched lightly. Talk floated in the time, Y/N didn't felt like participating though, cause her boyfriend was in the funniest flirty conversation with their friend, the ultimate limit was when Kiara leaned on his shoulder, hands rounding his arms, holding a little too tight, and Y/N had enough. Brutally getting off the hot tub she stood behind JJ pocking his shoulder, he untangled himself from Kiara to turn around.

"Are you busy?" she questioned and with clear exasperation in her ton completed. "It seems like you are."

JJ furrowed his eyebrows confused. "No, I'm not. What you're talking about?"

"Can you come inside with me?"

The silence was screaming between the friends as he got up and followed her, they were probably going to say something like "He's fucked." or "Dead ass." if Kiara wasn't the reason and if she wasn't right there watching Y/N walk JJ like a little dog.

The couple were inside the Chateau, but their talk could be plainly heard trought the open door.

"What the fuck was that?" Y/N asked shoving his shoulder.

"That what?"

"You! And Kiara! Fucking cuddling in the fucking tub!"

"We weren't cuddling!"

"I'm fucking full of this shit! Kiara is being all over you since the Pogueland and you're pretending nothing is wrong! She tasted John B., Pope and now she's wanting a piece of you. No, better saying, she wants you all for her!"

JJ didn't got time to defend himself cause Y/N was angrily shouting at him cornering he towards the couch. "But she can't..." he tried to say, but she cutted him. "Yes! She can't! Cause you're all mine. Do you want me to show that to you? Because it looks like you need a reminder."

Y/N pushed JJ to the couch, taking his swim shorts down his legs grabing his cock so fast he didn't even realized until she pumping it, bringing it up too quickly cause he was already half turn on by her anger. His eyes fluttered shut when he felt her spit slip down his length, the feel of her tongue running on him making his dick rock hard.

"Fuck Y/N." he whispered.

"I know, moan for me, I want everybody to hear how good I make you feel." Her voice wasn't angry anymore, it was sweet and sexy but dominative, he could just groan in answer.

"Do you like this? Do you want me to put you in my mouth?"

"Yes! Shit! Oh fuck!" he cursed over and over, his tip was now hitting the back of her throat.

"Uhmm... You're so tasty." she pleased as she pulled back. He moan again, loving the amazing blowjob and dirty talk he knew just Y/N could give him.

"You wanna fuck my mouth, baby?" His eyes begged, in ecstasy with the offer, hands going to her hair to hold her mouth in the place, his hips bucking into her, he felt the warmth grow in his balls.

He gave up the sensation as it was starting to feel too much, Y/N notice it, softly stroking his dick, the other hand cupping his balls. "Does it feels too much, baby? Do you wanna cum already?"

"Yes!"

"Then beg for it. I might let you cum inside my mouth, and you know I'll swallow."

He almost cummed at the thought of his seed down his pretty girlfriend's throat. "Please Y/N, please, let me cum. I'll be good, I promise."

She smirked with his cock between her lips, JJ loved this view, he sure wanted she to know that he wasn't giving her up for anything in the world.

"Fuck, babe, I'm cumming." he warned, she opened her mouth, tongue hold out, just the way she knew he liked, cumshots landing on it. She sucked his dick one more time before swallowing his cum, trying to milk every drop, he whined out of overstimulation.

"Thought you were going to be good for me, good boys don't whine, J." She said, going up and down with her mouth around him, he cried in pleasure, her hand was bumping him, her tongue swiping and he couldn't hold, falling apart inside her mouth again.

She pulled back, JJ tried to reach her for a kiss but she didn't accepted.

"Lay down, I wanna sit in your face. You're gonna get so pussy drunk that you're going to forget everything but my name."

Outside, Sarah putted her hands over her ears. "Oh my God, can someone please play some music?!" Kiara just wanted to drow in the tub.

"Totally." Pope agreed reaching for his phone looking around for a speaker. "Oh fuck, I think the speaker is inside."

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Bonus (because I had to write it):

Imagine the next morning, JJ comes out of the room, hair all messy, looking so satisfied. For the first time he goes for a glass of water instead of his usual beer. "Thirsty?" John B. mockingly asks. JJ just shrugs going to lay on the couch besides Y/N, putting her into his lap. "Not anymore, John B." Y/N answered. "Not anymore."

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 7 months

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You Ain’t Woman Enough [To Take My Man]

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Reader, Original Female Character, Can be Kathy Westmoreland if you want

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4106

Summary: You’ve come to tell me something, you say I ought to know.

Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Reader Has A Name, Marriage, Cheating, Adultery, Affairs, Serial Cheating, Kissing, Nudity, Shower Stuff, Guilt, Angst, Hell Hath No Fury etc etc, Song Fic, You Ain’t Woman Enough [To Take My Man] // Loretta Lynn

Notes: Ive decided to use actual names instead of YN in these reader Fics x

ELVIS MASTERLIST // SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN MASTERLIST

The suite was quiet as you entered, almost perfectly still just as your husband had left it. The curtains were closed though you doubted they’d even been opened today and the air conditioning was on making the room a crisp sixty-eight degrees. It made you shiver. After all, you had spent weeks back at home alone getting used to being in rooms that didn’t feel like a meat locker. Still, as the goosebumps formed on your flesh and the scent of his cologne hit your nostrils you were happy to be there. As you moved through the room you noticed your suitcase had already made it upstairs and though you knew you only had a small amount of time to get downstairs before Elvis went back on for his second show you didn’t find yourself rushing. No, even though you were happy to be reunited after weeks apart you wanted to at least look presentable so you heaved your suitcase up onto the bed so that you could rifle through it. However you had only managed to pull a couple of items out when you heard the door open and expecting it to be one of the boys you turned around ready to tell them you’d not be long. Yet when you looked around you found it wasn’t one of the boys at all, it was another woman, one you didn’t recognise.

She crept in, straightening up once she turned around and found you watching her, a blush on her sun-kissed cheeks.

‘Oh sorry,’ she mumbled, ‘I didn’t know anyone was in here.’

‘It’s fine. Can I help you?’ you replied.

‘No, it’s um nothing,’ she said dropping her gaze to the floor as she ran a hand through her blown-out brunette locks, ‘it’s fine I was just-’

‘Looking for Elvis?’ you asked which finally made her bright blue eyes snap up to meet yours, guilt swimming through them as they stared back at you.

‘No, uh,’ she said no doubt scrambling for an excuse yet you were quicker, having been down this road before you had learned to distinguish between the two types of women who circulated around your husband. Those who could be trusted and those who couldn’t. And those who couldn’t all seemed to harbour the same actions whenever you were around, watching you with wide-eyed guilt, dropping their gazes, or feigning stupidity or ignorance. Whether it was for your benefit or theirs you weren’t sure but sometimes, when Elvis wasn’t around, you grew tired of it. You grew tired of pretending not to know why a woman would be sneaking into your husband's private suite, not when you knew that there was no way your husband would’ve allowed her to come anywhere near his room tonight. No, he would’ve orchestrated it so that your paths never crossed which meant that her presence here was of her own choosing and so you decided to do away with pretences.

‘So what are you doing in his suite then? You’re aware it’s private, right?’ you challenged which appeared to make something change inside her, whatever coyness she had been going to attempt disappearing, an attitude in its place. Ah, you realised. She’s one of them. As you had become an expert in fishing out the woman who couldn’t be trusted you had also started to put them into categories. There were the innocent ones, the ones who fell for his charm and charisma like you had many moons ago and even though they knew it was wrong they succumbed all the same, guilt coursing through them at the mere thought of you. There were bold ones, ones who weren’t really expecting whatever they had to go anywhere but were making the most of it whilst they still had his attention. They too had guilt but it was different, rationalised that at the end of the day, he still chose you. And then there were ambitious ones, ones that had fallen for him too but now sought to lay claim. Ones that didn’t feel guilty because in their eyes you were the other woman, the one keeping them from what they wanted. These were the worst of the bunch, mostly because they almost always sought to make it sure that you were aware of their presence. Hence why she was standing in front of you. Indisputable proof.

‘If you must know he asked to see me,’ she said, folding her arms across her chest. You eyed her for a minute, musing over the fact you’d probably seen more fabric on one of your daughter's dolls than she was had on right now though she’d probably spent hours agonising over just what to wear. For both yours and Elvis’s attention presumably. As you finally caught her eye you found she was watching you exasperatedly, no doubt wondering why you hadn't torn into her. Wondering how you could remain calm when both of you knew what was going on. Sometimes you wondered how you could do it yourself but to see how your lack of reaction was getting under her skin you continued, the only words that you offered were, ‘Oh sure.’

‘He did,’ she said snappily making you smile.

‘Honey my husband is many things but he isn't stupid,’ you said moving back to your suitcase so that you could continue unpacking. To come here and goad you was one thing, to distract you from the task at hand was another.

‘What's that supposed to mean?’ she asked.

‘It means that he asked me to come to Vegas today. Do you really think he’d risk having another woman in his room?’ you said, turning around as you folded a dress over your arm. Her face went cold then, any trace of guilt wiped from it confirming your suspicions she had chosen to do this off her own back, ‘no. My bet is you thought now was a good time to come and tell me the truth right?’

You waited, looking at her expectantly as you continued to unpack. When she didn’t say anything, you sighed and said, ‘Well go on then. I haven’t got all day to wait around for whatever you’re gonna say.’

‘Elvis and I are dating,’ she said proudly, a smile tugging at her lips.

‘Is that right?’ you asked, finally stopping in your movements to look at her.

‘Yeah it is,’ she said, ‘have been for a while.’

‘Wow,’ you said sarcastically, ‘and uh, let me guess he loves you? Promised you the world you and you're just here to let me know before it all gets outta hand?’

‘It’s the right thing to do,’ she said.

‘And is dropping your panties for a married man also the right thing to do?’ you asked. You refused to show your irritation outwardly but it didn’t half stick in your craw whenever they laid on the martyr act. The girls-girl only looking out for your best interests, like they had been thinking of you and your family when they’d let him talk his way into their beds.

‘Look I didn’t have to come here. I didn’t have to tell you,’ she started making your irritation crash like a wave inside you, finally seeping out into your tone.

‘Oh but you wanted to right?’ you challenged, ‘that’s why you came looking for me when you knew I’d be here alone. Let me guess you’re just letting me know so I can plan ahead. Bow out gracefully, right?’

‘It’s better than being dumped,’ she scoffed.

‘True,’ you said, ‘but then again that would mean me allowing someone to take what's mine. And I can tell you now that'll happen over my dead body.’

‘He doesn’t love you anymore,’ she snapped.

‘Is that right?’ you mused, genuinely trying not to laugh. You knew it wasn’t funny, the idea of your husband lying beside this twenty-something and filling her head with the idea they had a future yet you couldn’t help but laugh. Because they fell for it every time.

You knew how of course. It was that same silver tongue that had gotten you into his bed, the ring on your finger, the marriage that you had. He had wormed his way into your life the way he did to theirs but there were differences because for all the promises he gave them, he gave you twenty more. For all the times he told them he loved them he made sure you were loved in every way possible. It wasn’t exactly painless, the idea that he could flout your marriage vows so easily would always hurt, but you had learned to deal with it because you knew that they didn’t mean anything, not really. Because time and time again you were the one he chose. Maybe you were a fool to let him. To turn a blind eye to it all. But when it was over, when he’d had his fill of whatever contact or affection he needed he always came back, more the man you married than before.

‘He told me he just wants out,’ she sneered, ‘he just doesn’t want to pay you your money.’

‘Honey,’ you said knowing full well your tone was fully laced with condescension but unable to care, ‘if you believe that you’re dumber than a box of rocks.’

She scoffed at that, her mouth falling into a tight scowl that made it look foreign against her pretty features. You sighed before you said, ‘you think I’m lying? More to the point do you really think you’re the first?’

At that her face flicked with uncertainty, your words calling into question whatever she had assumed to be fact, casting doubt she hadn't anticipated. It was cruel really and if she hadn't been so cocky, so determined to ruin your life, you might’ve even taken pity on her. After all, she was just a kid, one whose head had been filled with nonsense that she was too naïve to see couldn’t possibly be the truth.

‘Do you really think that if he wanted to go he wouldn’t just leave? That if he was so unhappy with me I’d force him to stay? He knows that if he doesn’t want to be in this marriage I sure as hell wont force him to be. And I'm sure whatever money he has to pay for our family he could earn back in a minute,’ you said. Again you watched as pain flicked across her features, guilt finally settling with her at the mention of your kids. Yet you didn’t let up. You refused to, ‘he has no intention of leaving me and whatever yarn he spins to get you into bed is between you and him. Hell darlin’, he’s probably as surprised as I am that it actually works.’

At that you offered a small laugh one that made her brows knit together as she tried to hold back whatever emotions she was feeling in front of you. It almost made you feel sorry for her. Almost. Yet you still needed to make sure she got the picture.

‘Elvis loves me and why his head may get turned every now and then he always comes crawling back, promising it won’t happen again until the next young thing in a tight skirt walks by,’ you said, ‘now a weaker woman would probably give up on him but I’m not weak and I sure as hell ain't gonna step aside and watch you ruin my marriage you hear me?’

She stayed quiet, that scowl still on her face though it looked as though it was holding back whatever she was scared to let burst out of her in front of you. Whether that anger or tears you weren’t sure. If anything you didn’t really care, you had said your piece. Though for whatever reason you felt the tiniest amount of compassion swill in you. After all, you were a seasoned veteran in the game of loving Elvis Presley, didn’t it fall to you to show her the ropes?

‘I will however offer you some advice,’ you said finally turning away from her and continuing with what you were doing before she came in, a slight act of mercy that allowed her to release the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. You heard it come out, shaky and pathetic, before her voice cut it off, her words coming out snarky as she replied, ‘Oh yeah, what's that?’

‘Don’t tell him you came here tonight,’ you said and as you pulled out a stunning blue dress, deciding that would be what you would wear at tomorrow night's show you heard her scoff.

‘Why afraid it’ll make him kick you to the kerb?’ she said, the scowl she had perfected back in full force as you turned around. You didn’t bother moving towards her, instead, you moved to the closet, sliding the door back until your husband’s vast wardrobe was on show, your dress slotting in perfectly next to his clothes, an action that made her eye twitch with irritation.

‘Oh honey,’ you said with a condescending smile, ‘it’s not me I’m scared for.’

And with that final remark she stormed from the room, slamming the door so hard behind her that the sliding door of the closet rattled in its tracks. You however couldn’t bring yourself to offer more than an eyeroll, her actions reminding you of your daughter who had a tendency to pitch a similar style of fit whenever she didn’t get her own way though of course she had the excuse of being three years old. You knew you should probably let it bother you. That the idea of another woman coming to tell you your husband didn’t want you any more should shake you to your core but it didn’t. You refused to let it because if you did it now you'd have to let it every damn time he conceded to be weak. And you refused to be weak too.

After that you busied yourself with unpacking and though you did head downstairs you made sure it was when Elvis was on stage, after all, there were things more interesting to you tonight than your husband's performance. Like finding out just who the girl was. That was how you’d come to find him on stage with her, laughing and joking as if nothing had even happened. And in an instant any thought you’d had about playing nice left your body because you had meant what you said. You weren’t going to stand aside and let her take him but now you were actively going to ensure she didn’t have the chance.

That thought came to you again later that night as you heard him call your name, the bathroom door opening as he said, ‘Lor, ya in here?’

‘In here,’ you called listening as he moved into the bathroom, clothes dropping to the floor as he went before you finally heard the glass door click open and then shut as his naked body slid in behind you, his arms ensnaring your waist.

‘Hi there,’ he mumbled as his lip met your neck.

‘Hi,’ you breathed sinking into him as he peppered kisses along your shoulder before you felt his hand snake down your slippery skin cupping your sex which caused you to shriek, ‘Elvis!’

‘I missed ya,’ he said as if it was your own fault not to have expected it.

‘I can see,’ you giggled wiggling your ass against his cock that was already growing rigid against you.

‘Joe told me you got here in between shows,’ he said his arousal not yet pressing enough that he felt the need to forgo chit-chat, ‘how come ya didn’t come down?

‘Oh I did but you know how it is when you haven’t seen folks in a while. I ended up bumping into people and we just got chatting,’ you said. That wasn’t untrue. You had spoken to some people, using carefully selected questions to get the information you craved without alerting them to what you were up to. You see you hadn’t been lying when you had told her to be careful. After all, you had done this dance a hundred times before and you knew all the steps. You knew if you challenged Elvis about his behaviour it would only get ugly. No, you needed to be smart. To orchestrate the situation so you got what you wanted but he was the one who felt like he had made the decision. And that was a skill you’d become an expert at.

‘Are they more important than me?’ he said and for a moment you were glad you were facing away from him, your expression liable to give you away as you thought about how he prioritised people in his life.

‘Of course not,’ you said, ‘but I knew I’d have you all to myself soon so I figured I’d play nice. Let them have you while they can.’

‘Ever the diplomat,’ he mused, his lips moving back to your neck for a moment. You knew now was the time to broach it, with him happy and pliant coming off the buzz of the show and the excitement of having you back. Yet you needed to do it carefully and so as he kissed you, you picked at your nails, removing the non-existent dirt from under them as you said, ‘but it wasn’t all bad. Actually, I got talking to one of your band members.’

‘Yeah?’ he asked, stopping his actions and resting his chin on your shoulder as he watched you carefully.

‘Yeah I don’t think we’ve met before though,’ you said, ‘they must be new.’

‘Yeah, there’s a couple of new faces around. We lucked onto some good talent for this season,’ he agreed.

‘Mmm, pretty too,’ you said, and though your words were casual you felt him stiffen, ‘I think her name is Kathy?’

‘Oh?’ he asked airily and though you could feel the heat of his blue eyes watching you you kept your face casual.

‘We had a nice chat,’ you said, ‘she told me you’ve really made this gig special.’

‘That right?’ he asked flatly.

‘Mmmhmm,’ you said.

‘Lori,’ he said ruefully.

‘I just think it’s a shame,’ you said continuing as though he hadn't spoken.

‘A shame?’ he asked confused.

‘Yeah well I know I said I didn’t manage to see the show before I came back up here but I caught some of it and well to think of her stuck being backing vocals when she could be great on her own is just a shame. Don’t you think?’ you asked.

‘Yeah,’ he said quietly, ‘yeah you’re right.’

‘I sure think so,’ you agreed. You could feel him hesitate behind you, no doubt trying to figure out exactly what you knew or whether to let it go but after a minute he pulled back and you turned to look at him for the first time since he had gotten in.

‘Everything alright?’ you asked with a frown that forced him to fake a smile and nod.

‘Yeah, I’m gonna get out okay?’ he said.

‘Okay,’ you said, placing a wet hand on his chest that he grabbed, taking it to his lips so he could kiss your fingertips. A feat that brought a genuine smile to your face.

‘Do you want food?’ he asked.

‘Yes please,’ you said.

‘Okay,’ he said leaning in to kiss you properly before he said, ‘take your time. I’ll order for us both.’

‘Okay,’ you smiled.

And then he was gone, moving from the room at lightning speed only just managing to throw a towel around his waist as he headed to the phone, yanking the receiver from its cradle before he punched in the number he wanted rather harshly. It didn’t take long for the line to connect, a sweet young voice saying, ‘hello?’

‘You told my wife?’ he asked in an angry whisper, listening to Kathy as she scrambled to sit up.

‘It wasn’t like that-’ she protested.

‘What the hell did you say to her?’ he snapped.

‘Not much I promise,’ she exclaimed.

‘How could you go behind my back like that?’ he said angrily.

‘But I thought-’

‘What that if you meddled in my business I’d just fall into line? That I’d just up and leave my wife because you’d decided you’d had enough-’

‘No of course not!’ she cried.

‘Because that’s not how this shit works you hear me? And if you don’t get that then maybe I was wrong about you,’ he spat.

‘Elvis,’ she whispered but he was on a roll. Too angry to bother listening.

‘You know what? We’re done,’ he snapped.

‘Elvis-’ he heard her whimper but he had already slammed the phone back onto the hook anger bubbling through him until he heard you say, ‘was that room service?’

‘What?’ he asked turning to find you standing in the bathroom doorway, unaware as to how much you had heard though on the off chance it might have been nothing he said, ‘uh no… the uh line was busy.’

‘Shoot,’ you frowned.

‘It’s okay,’ he said, ‘I’ll call down in a minute.’

You smiled and nodded, padding into the room and climbing into bed dressed in the nightie you had donned in the time since he had left the bathroom. Elvis watched you, wondering how you could be so calm when he was sure that you knew if not all at least some of it. As you offered him a sweet smile he felt his heart tug, the guilt creeping in as it did every time. He moved to throw his towel on a chair in the corner, changing into the pyjamas you’d lovingly laid out for him like the good wife you were. As he slipped in beside you, allowing you to cuddle into him for the first time in weeks, that thought consumed him.

He didn’t know why he did it. How his head could get turned time and time again when you were all he could’ve ever asked for. You were the perfect wife, the perfect mother, a friend, a lover and yet he never felt satisfied. Time and time again he’d think that the grass was greener only to find that they weren’t you. And so he’d come crawling back, begging for forgiveness. At least he used to, now it was this complicated dance the two of you did. The one where you pretended not to know what he had been doing so long as he nipped it in the bud when you asked. It was a flawed system but it was one that seemed to hurt you less. And if he couldn’t stop himself from hurting you, he’d at least try and make it somewhat better. He knew he was weak but he could give you that much. Which is why when you looked at him with knowing eyes and words that hovered around accusation but never landed he knew it was time to move on.

‘You know I’ve been thinkin’,’ he said clearing his throat which made you look up towards him, ‘about what you said.'

‘About what baby?’ you said laughing to yourself how you made fun of his floozies for feigning innocence when you were better at it than any of them.

‘Ka-’ he said stumbling over her name and instead opting for, ‘my backing singer.’

‘Oh?’ you asked, your fingers playing with his chest hair as you waited for him to tell you what you knew was coming.

‘Yeah, you’re right. She’s talented…maybe she’d be better tryin’ to get her own solo thing goin’,’ he said.

‘Oh no doubt,’ you agreed.

‘Maybe I’ll give one of the talent scouts in LA a call tomorrow,’ he said hesitantly, ‘help her out ya know.’

‘Why aren’t you sweet,’ you mused, your nervous heart finally settling as everything clicked into place. You knew it was harsh. You knew that you should’ve just been satisfied with him breaking up with her but as you pictured her smug face, the one that had expected you to roll over you couldn’t help but smile.

‘I just wanna help,’ Elvis said.

‘Well I’m sure it will. Sometimes people just need a helping hand you know,’ you said.

‘Yeah, I know.’

Women like you they're a dime a dozen you can buy 'em anywhere,

For you to get to him I'd have to move over and I'm gonna stand right here,

It'll be over my dead body so get out while you can,

Cause you ain't woman enough to take my man.

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thatgirlstrawberry · 1 year

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The almost Kiss - BLURB

I’m which you and Spencer almost kiss

Warnings: fluff, an almost kiss, getting Interrupted, reader likes swimming, lmk if I missed anything!

Spence Reid x fem!reader

Spencer had always known that he liked you. The moment he met you, he saw something that he hadn’t seen in anyone else. Ever. His attraction only grew when you and him got closer. Soft touches after hard cases or hard life events. He hadn’t realized how touched starved he actually was until you came around.

One day, Rossi was breaking in the new pool he had put in his backyard with a pool party. You showed up in a purple bathing not even knowing that it was Spencer’s favorite color. He didn’t come prepared to get in the pool because he wasn’t big on swimming. He still wanted to go though because that would mean he would get to see you. Morgan was grilling hotdogs and burgers while you and García floated around on animals inflatables sipping margaritas.

It was a sight to see. You looked absolutely beautiful in the sun, sunglasses perched on your nose. Emily and JJ were talking by the edge and the kids of everyone played on the more shallow end of the pool.

Soon, food was done and Rossi whistled. “Okay, I just got this outdoor furniture…” He looked around at the white cushions. “Let’s eat inside, shall we?” Everyone laughed and walked inside but you were still swimming back and forth on the water that now glowed purple with the lights underneath.

Spencer pretended that he was looking for something he might have dropped around the lawn chair he had been sitting in. You broke the surface of the water and called out to him. You swam over to the edge of the pool, pulling yourself up so your arms rested on the concrete. “Do you know how to swim, Spencer?”

He chuckled nervously. “Uh— yeah… it’s just that I’m probably not as good as you. Y-you’re like a fish.” He smiled. You giggled and had an idea pop into your head.

“Why don’t you get in? The water feels nice.” He shook his head nervously. “Oh… well then, help me out?” You held up you wet hand and looked up at him through your lashes. As soon as his hand was anchored in yours, you pulled with all your might and he came tumbling in. When he came back up he was surprised but them smiled and tried to grab ahold of you who was laughing loudly.

After you both calmed down, Spencer chuckled. “The other reason I didn’t want to get in was that I look like a wet rat when I swim.”

You inched closer to him. “I think you’re a very cute wet rat.” Your voice was soft, the only noise to be heard after were the crickets in the night.

“You’re really pretty.” He suddenly blurted, cheeks turning a bright shade of red thy even you could see in the dark. Your bodies felt like magnets.

You both stalked forward slowly, your arms slowly wrapping around his neck, resting on his shoulders. He placed his hand on your cheek, lips becoming impossibly close. He looked up from your lips and met your eyes. You could swear that your lips touched slightly but you pulled back just a little. Spencer leaned in again so so slowly, creating a pit of desperation in your stomach.

Before you lips could touch, a voice broke the two of you away from each other. You unwrapped yourself from him and he clears his throat, pushing his hair out of his face.

Morgan glanced between them. “What’s going on?” He asked.

You spoke quick. “I was drowning. I’m not drowning anymore.”

You and Spencer smiled at each other before getting out of the pool, walking past a very confused Morgan

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mcx7demonbros · 1 year

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Monster at the Swimming Pool (Asmodeus x M!MC)

Asmodeus x Male Reader, Poly!MC (implied)

BL content

Warning. Pervert at the swimming pool. Reader doesn’t have high opinion on their beauty, although others beg to differ. Murder. Suggestive.

Not completely proofread.

It was a hot day. Very hot. Eating ice-cream didn’t help much. People who had private swimming pools already plunged themselves in the cool water in their yards. People who had no such luxury, like you, either suffered at home or went to a public swimming pool. You chose the latter after having enough of the former.

Because there were a lot of people at swimming pool during these times, they were suffering from the same heat as you after all, you decided to go to the public swimming pool at the time when you knew there would be less people than peak hours.

You felt like a fish that had just been released back into the water the moment you dipped yourself into the water of the swimming pool. After having adjusted to the water, you began to practice swimming and breathing underwater like how Levi had taught you. Needless to say, your pact with the third born helped a lot, you felt like you were in your natural habitat.

But then you felt a piercing gaze looking at you. You stopped what you were doing and looked across the pool where you saw a man staring at you. He looked away when he realized you were looking back.

Maybe he was staring at my pact marks. You regretted not bringing a swimming suit with you and you had nothing to cover yourself with, except your swimming trunks. After all, these marks looked like extremely weird tattoos to a lot of people.

Looking at the pact marks on your body and noting to yourself to bring a swimming suit next time made you remember what Lucifer once told you.

“Lucifer, we’re at the beach, don’t you think you should wear something more, you know, revealing?” You asked the eldest.

“Covering beauty makes it mysterious and people wonder what’s underneath, don’t you think?” Pride answered. “Plus, some perverts won’t have the pleasure to peep at your beautiful body.”

“Well, I don’t think I need that. After all, I don’t have a body that’s on par with a model or something.”

“That’s something we all beg to differ, MC.”

Nah, it couldn’t be. The man was just looking at the pact marks because they thought the tattoos were weird. That’s all. You dismissed the issue and assumed enjoying your time in the water.

However, just after a few minutes, you felt the man staring at you again. When you looked at him, he averted his eyes. It happened again and again, until you were quite sure that man wasn’t just being curious about the “tattoos” on your body.

You didn’t feel comfortable to stay in the water any longer, so you left the pool, grabbed your things and headed to the shower. Fortunately, this pool had shower rooms with lockable doors.

As you closed the door to the shower room you had entered, however, you saw the man entering the shower area. He clearly didn’t have any intention to take a shower. And there was no one else inside the shower area.

Shit, what do I do now? You tried to calm yourself after locking the door and turning on the shower, pretending to enjoy the shower water.

You could hear the footsteps of the man. They were coming closer…closer…until they stopped right in front of your shower room. You couldn’t see the man but you had the feeling he was peeping through the crack between the door and the wall. You became panic as you didn’t know what to do to get out of this unharmed.

“MC, can you hear me?” You heard a familiar voice as the Lust mark shone a rose color.

“Asmo?”

“Yes, and I know the problem you are facing.” Hearing those words, you felt relief as if the problem had already been solved.

“How?”

“I’m the Avatar of Lust, MC. I reign over all those creeps, despite the fact that I don’t like them very much.” Asmo’s voice was like a whisper by your ear. “Do you need my help to get out of this predicament?”

“Yes.” You answered without hesitation.

“Alright, then summon me, dear.”

“Hear me, denizens of darkness,” you whispered, “you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command! I, MC, call upon you to send forth one of your number! I summon the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus!”

The creep who was peeping through the crack suddenly couldn’t see anything in the room shower room anymore, everything was covered in darkness.

Suddenly just as when the darkness covered the room, the door yanked opened. And in front of the creep was not a human, but a humanoid beast with a very long scorpion tail.

Ten minutes later, another man went into the male shower area and the scene inside made him call the police. People ran to the scene and they found a dead man lying on the floor of the shower area. After an autopsy, the police were able to conclude that the man died due to some kind of poison that was similar to venom found in scorpion. Other than that, they were unable to go further with the investigation.

At the House of Lamentation…

You were relaxing in the gigantic bath inside Asmo’s bathroom. The fifth born said you needed to ease your mind and not to worry about anything. “You need healing after such a creepy traumatic experience like that.” He said while pushing you to his bathroom.

“Is the water to your taste, honey?” Asmo asked while dipping one finger into the water, testing its heat. After that, he put a lot of flower petals into the water, creating a wonderful fragrance.

“Yes, it’s very warm.”

“Alright, then I’ll go out and give you some privacy. Enjoy your time.”

“Wait.” You reached out and pulled Asmo’s sleeve.

“What’s the matter, honey?” Lust asked even though from his eyes, you could tell he knew what you wanted.

“The bath is so big and it’ll be lonely being in here alone. Will you join me?”

“Are you sure, MC? I’m not sure I could contain myself when I’m sharing a bath with you.” Asmo said, his cheeks blushed pink.

“I’m sure.” You answered as Lust undressed, turned into his demon form and joined you.

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ticklygiggles · 9 months

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Summer fun | Tengen + his wives & Rengoku Kyojuro

Collab with sweetest @otomiya-tickles

A/N: Another amazing and precious collab with my bestest girl Ginny! I had lots of fun as always baby, thank you for being so patient with me. I love you!

Summary: Rengoku gets invited to a summer tradition by Tengen and he hopes this tradition involves lots of water and summery fun, but... are they only having a picnic?! How boring!

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Rengoku was humming to himself. He tightened the straps of the bag that he had hanging on his back and felt a funny sensation swirling inside his chest, his smile widening with excitement.

He was happy.

It had been a long time since he felt like this- he couldn't deny that he always felt happy to see Senjurou after a long time, his little brother was the light of his life, but seeing Senjurou meant that he had to go back home, and coming back to that place always made him feel… awkward, melancholic and sad.

He also felt happy every time he killed a demon, but mixed with that little moment of ecstasy, there was always that feeling of utter sadness, thinking of all the innocent lives this creature had taken with its own hands and fangs, killing them for nothing but its own entertainment.

So he knew what happiness was, but it was always accompanied by a feeling of guilt and sadness, but right at that moment, he truly felt happy, excited even. He was not used to it and he couldn't help but feel a bit nauseous and lightheaded, but he tried to embrace it, and thinking about the lots of fun he would have that day made him feel even better.

He chuckled to himself and his pace quickened. The weather was getting better, summer arriving at its own pace, making days longer and nights shorter. Rengoku always liked the summer: swimming, festivals, water battles; nice, fresh beverages and sweet, juicy watermelons.

Summer was the perfect time to enjoy time together with friends and family, so when Tengen invited him earlier that week to be part of a little summer tradition he had with his wives, Rengoku couldn't help but accept the invitation right away. Tengen told him to be in a certain place at a certain hour, and as he made his way over there, he wondered what kind of activities they would do. He couldn't wait to get into fresh water and maybe even catch some fish to eat later!

He grinned. Oh, he was sure they were going to have lots… of… fun?

Eh?

"Ah! Rengoku-san! Over here!" Suma waved at him and three heads turned over to look at him, warm smiles on their faces.

They were sitting in the grass beneath big trees, a cozy looking picnic stalled out before them.

“You’re here,” Tengen greeted when Rengoku approached them. Rengoku smiled brightly as he scanned the scene. There was some food, like not necessarily summer-food, just plain lunch which did look delicious but…

“Ah, so we will eat lunch first! And then the summer tradition, right?” Rengoku said, putting down his bag and sitting down between them.

“Hehe, this is the summer tradition, dummy!” Suma said playfully.

“It’s our summer picnic. We’ve been wanting to invite you before but you were always busy,” Makio explained as she handed Rengoku a small bowl of rice.

“A picnic, right here?” he asked, looking around. He couldn’t deny it, they definitely chose a pretty place. But it was just a park? No lake? No beach? He didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to….!

“That’s so boring!” Aaaah! Stupid mouth! Rengoku even smiled brightly when he said it.

“Eh?” Suma said, and she cocked her head. “Did you just say boring?”

“Let’s pretend we didn’t hear that! He won’t be bored when he tastes your delicious homemade food,” Tengen said brightly, placing some more food in Rengoku’s direction.

“It’s delicious!” Rengoku chirped with his mouth full. But he was still bored!

“What is even inside that bag?” Makio asked, pointing at Rengoku’s bag that was now resting in the grass with its contents useless for this summer tradition.

Rengoku hummed, swallowing a mouthful of food before smiling brightly at them, opening his bag and pulling out the insides to show them.

“I bought everything for summer fun,” he said with a rather sarcastic tone for someone like him, making Tengen bark out a laugh. “Look, here I have a towel, this ointment to protect your skin from the sun, and look! I even brought my swimwear!” He pulled out a pair of short pants that were, strangely, the exact same pattern of his haori. "However, it's a shame I won't get to use them just because you guys have this… really boring tradition."

Tengen laughed again as Hinatsuru chuckled awkwardly. "N-Now, Rengoku-san, we'll have plenty of fun, I assure you," she said with a kind smile and Rengoku looked at her with a smile too, but he knew that Hinatsuru was wrong. This was just boring.

"Yes, Rengoku-san!" Said Makio, placing another bento box between Rengoku's hands. "Isn't the weather nice here? And the food is also very good, isn't it? We even have salt grilled bream, isn't it your favorite?"

She was basically pushing the fish into his mouth, so Rengoku opened his lips to let her do so. Instantly, there was an explosion of salty flavors inside his mouth that made his taste buds tingle and his mouth water as he chewed on the fish enthusiastically.

The weather was nice, yes. He couldn't deny that they had chosen quite the place to make their summer picnic. The food was also fantastic, he hoped they kept refilling his bento boxes, but this was not what he was expecting.

He didn't want to sound like a spoiled child, but perhaps he really wanted to go to the beach and have a water war, but he shouldn't act this rude, right?

"Delicious!" He exclaimed again, wanting to avert the conversation from that topic as he kept himself busy, eating happily. Tengen’s wives seemed relieved to see him enjoying himself and they continued to eat and chat as well. However, Tengen’s eyes were on him for quite a while, and Rengoku wasn’t very sure why.

“Is there anything on my face?” he asked merrily, accidentally losing some food since he was talking with his mouth full. He quickly wiped it off his robes, leaving only a minor stain, and he licked his fingers clean.

Tengen chuckled and shook his head. “No. I’m just worried you’re not really enjoying yourself here, and that we might have burdened you by inviting you to this picnic,” he said.

Rengoku gasped and shook his head. “Not a burden! No, no!” he cried.

“Perhaps we could think of something that will make you enjoy yourself more? Ladies?” Tengen asked his wives for support. Oh oh? Like going somewhere for a swim? Rengoku watched them hopefully.

“Really, even if I’m just a little bored, don’t feel forced to HYa!” Rengoku jumped when Suma suddenly leaned over and pierced his side with her finger.

“You mean this, Tengen-Sama?” she asked sweetly, poking Rengoku again and making him shriek and jump to the side. The other side where Makio’s finger was awaiting him, also poking his side and tickling him.

“Exactly,” Tengen encouraged them with a smile. Rengoku clenched his lunch box in his hand and cackled.

“Hey! Hehehey what are we dohohoing?” He danced awkwardly in between them, but they kept poking him, a pink blush spreading across his cheeks.

Oh, this sensation. It had been a while, he didn't even think he was still ticklish, but it seemed that he was, the gentle pokes were making him laugh so much already and he tried to not drop his precious lunch box, but then Hinatsuru gently took it away from between his hands and Rengoku laughed when Suma's fingers turned those gentle pokes into firm squeezes against his lower ribs.

"Wahahait!" He laughed, pulling his arms tightly against his sides and bending over, his forehead almost touching the blanket where they all sat. "N-Nohohoho! I'm tihihihicklihish!"

"Oh? Are you now?" Tengen teased, making his wives giggle playfully. "I'm sure you're not so bored anymore, huh?"

Rengoku lifted his head to look at Tengen. Little tears were already present at the corners of his eyes and a big, bright smile pulled at his lips.

"I m-mehehean, y-you ahaha-are f-fohohorcihing me to lahahaugh so- ahahaha! I'm sohohohorry!"

He flopped onto the blanket when he felt thumbs digging into the back of his ribs, loud laughter poured out of him as he turned onto his back.

"Oh-uh, not a good choice," Hinatsuru said with a big grin on her face and soon Rengoku found out why he had made a huge mistake.

Four hands viciously tickled his exposed torso. Clawing at his tummy, squeezing his sides, digging into his ribs and even pinching his hips all at full speed.

“Lahahadies! Plehehease! Wahahah!” he howled, curling up, flopping and thrashing in between them.

“Watch the feet, girls,” Tengen said, casually leaning back when Rengoku almost kicked his lunch from his hands. He was so mean!

Makio was the first to get up while Suma continued to attack Rengoku’s torso. She sat down on top of his legs to pin them down effectively, and while she was at it…

“Nonono nohoho!” Rengoku cried when she took off his sandals so she could tickle his feet. Tengen laughed at this too, impressed by her move. Not only were Rengoku’s kicking feet and legs no longer a threat, they also proved to be pretty good tickle spots for her to torture.

Giggling, Makio tickled his feet and also tested the sensitivity of his legs, scribbling her skilful fingers all over his calves and the back of his knees before returning to his ticklish feet.

“Rengoku-san is ticklish all over!” Suma observed from the other side. Her fingers were still massaging Rengoku’s sides and ribs and it tickled! so! bad!

“HEeeheheheee! I cahahan’t! Ahahahah! It tihiihicklehehees!” he roared. Little tears had already become big tears as they dripped down his flushed cheeks.

He had forgotten he was this ticklish! He sure had his fair share of tickle fights with Senjurou, (that would last only a few seconds before their father would snap at their loud laughter), and he had also had some tickly moments with Kanroji Mitsuri every now and then, but he couldn't remember the last time he was tickled like this!

Tengen's wives were vicious in their attack, and strong enough to pin him nicely so he could barely do anything to stop them. Their nimble fingers would find their way through all of his defenses and he could only throw his head back with intense laughter.

It was a little embarrassing that he couldn't stop them, but at the same time he thought… that was a little fun. The little ache he felt in the muscles of his stomach from laughing and the ache at his cheeks and the funny sensation making his brain feel fuzzy. It all felt nice. He felt nice to let go and just… laugh. Truly laugh.

"It looks like you also want to join." Rengoku heard Tengen say and knew he was talking to Hinatsuru, who was still beside her husband, looking at the scene in front of her with a smile and flushed cheeks.

"Would that be okay?" She asked and Rengoku shrieked out a laugh, shaking his head.

"N-Nohohoho! Hi-Hihihinahahatsuru-sahahan! Hehehelp mehehe!" He said through his laughter, jerking heavily when Suma found a weak spot in the middle of his stomach, around his belly button and Makio's long nails had settled underneath his toes, carefully scratching at the tenderness of his skin.

Tengen laughed, a bit too excited by Rengoku's reactions. "Of course it's okay! Tell you what, we'll both join in~'

The sudden movement of both Tengen and Hinatsuru advancing on him actually disturbed all of the tickle chaos that was going on. Suma and Makio leaned back to make space for them, and Rengoku’s sudden kick and wild move shook them right off him - and before any of them could grab him, he got on all fours and started running, messing up the last of the picnic blanket as he kicked his way into freedom.

Not that he came far, of course.

“HEHehehe Tehehengen wahahah!” he cackled when Tengen caught up to him quickly, wrapping one arm around his middle and dragging him back down.

“Now where are you going huh?” he growled playfully. The others followed suit, and while Tengen dug with crazy madness into his sensitive sides and ribs, he felt how the soft delicate and feminine touches returned to his other tickle spots. Laying on his stomach, his feet were turned upwards and could be perfectly targeted by ten flexible fingers.

He could smell the sweet fragance he noted to be Suma’s as she kneeled down by his side where she pried one of his arms out of the way to tickle his underarm. Another tickled his neck and ears with her long tickly nails. Ah yes. Rengoku was really getting tickled to death by the four of them.

"NAHAHAT THEHERE!" He pleaded and he could hear Tengen and the girls laughing above him.

"Now, you gotta be more specific," Tengen said, clawing at the back of Rengoku's ribs, making him cackle like a mad man. "We're tickling you pretty much everywhere, where could 'there' be? Your feet?"

At the mention of that spot, Rengoku felt the tickling intensifying, especially under his toes and the balls of his feet. He tried to kick his legs, but they were pinned by Makio.

"Or maybe your legs?" Tengen asked again and Rengoku couldn't help but focus on those maddening squeezes to his inner thighs and the quick scribbles to the back of his knees from Hinatsuru's gentle hands.

"Plehehease, I'll dihihie!"

"Or maybe right here on your hips?" Tengen continued, his own fingers moving down to squeeze at Rengoku's hips, making him dance, trying to dislodge Tengen's hands from his hips. "Or your sides? Stomach? Ribs?"

Rengoku's face was on fire. The pleading had died down and he could only laugh his head off as he squirmed weakly, jolting every time Tengen moved to a different spot and shrieking when he dug his fingers into his sensitive skin.

"Or maybe under your arms or neck?"

Suma's fingers were very present under his arm, wiggling and digging into the middle of his armpits, making him laugh in hysterics, bubbly giggles mixing in-between when he felt long fingernails gliding across his neck and ears.

"EHEHEVERYWHEHERE!" Rengoku laughed, snorting and scrunching his nose up adorably.

Tengen laughed at that, a low and charming sound, but Rengoku could barely hear any of it as his own shrieking laughter surrounded all of them.

“Alright, that’s enough entertainment I think. His voice is doing things,” Tengen noted the pitchy and gaspy noises Rengoku was making, and finally, all fingers stopped tickling him and they moved off him so he could breathe like a normal person. Rengoku rolled on his back and sighed.

“You guys!” he whined, but he spread his arms and breathed out. Woah. He hadn’t laughed that much in…. forever?

“I don’t think he is bored anymore,” Suma giggled.

“But surely he’s feeling a little hot now,” Hinatsuru said.

“Even I am feeling hot, bwaha!” Makio laughed. Rengoku panted and wheezed. He felt a little hot and sweaty indeed after all that.

“Then… how about we skip desserts and go for a swim after all? We’re not near a beach, but I know a lake that’s pretty close,” Tengen suggested. Rengoku gasped and lifted his head, staring at him with wide and sparkly eyes.

“REALLY?” he squeaked, his voice still hoarse. Tengen smiled and held out his hand.

“You deserve a refreshing dive into the water. We all do. You’re right, it’s summer after all,” he said, helping Rengoku get back on his feet.

Rengoku was nearly dancing in excitement, his smile blinding as he quickly helped get everything ready for their departure to the lake, not without letting out some ridiculous squeaks and giggles as he was victim of some sneaky pokes and squeezes to his sides and ribs by those extremely playful ladies.

This was fun. Even being tickled until he was sweating was fun. And he was sure they all would have lots of fun once they arrived at the lake because what’s summer without a water fight? Rengoku was excited and happy.

He wished he could feel like that all the time…

“C’mon, Rengoku,” Tengen patted his back and pulled gently at his clothes. “Weren’t you so excited about the lake? Let’s go!”

“A-Ah,” Rengoku said, looking at his companions, all ready to have his so wanted summer fun. He chuckled, smiling brightly at them. “Yes, let’s go!”

He knew he couldn’t always feel this happy, but right now, he was going to indulge into this wonderful sensation and enjoy every second of it with these friends of his!

“Hurry up, Rengoku-san,” Makio said, smiling brightly. “Or else we’ll tickle you again.”

Rengoku laughed, “I am not even ticklish!” He laughed brightly when suddenly four hands reached out to tickle him at the same time. “Fihihine! Lehehet’s huhurry uhuhup!”

Ah yes, he was going to enjoy himself to the fullest!

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nyxvamps · 4 months

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we know that all the demigods are on the neurodivergent spectrum but i think their godly parents are all also on that spectrum.

zeus stims with his bolt by tapping his nails against the edge or knocking it against his knee. he has accidentally zapped hera and others at least every other meeting. he also hyperfixates on how mortals can predict the weather. he secretly thinks it’s really neat.

poseidon has to have curtains over the windows in his meeting room because he will look up every 5 seconds whenever a fish swims by. he also picks at his nails and taps his feet when he’s thinking hard. he also can get random bursts of energy that stops him from sleeping every few nights before he collapses since he’ll use this time to get as much done as possible.

hades will pretend to listen when he has an audience in his throne room but is actually counting the souls within his robes for the 100th time. he also clicks his tongue whenever he’s thinking about something. eye contact is rather way to much or none at all. he has not figured out the right balance for that yet.

apollo vocally stims. what do you think all of his random poetry is? he’ll also hum the same 10 seconds of a song over and over for days on end. and he’ll shimmy in place when he stands still for too long. he also has some rsd (rejection sensitivity disorder, i think that’s the name) so when people make jokes about his poetry or music, he gets genuinely upset. he’ll pretend it’s all fine though.

athena actually has executive dysfunction and will sometimes have to literally force herself (with her godly powers) to accomplish the to-do list she made for the day. she also rehearses what she says to others before she has to speak with them. it’s easier to make sure she doesn’t make any mistakes.

hermes almost has something like the zoomies. he’ll take a few minutes and go run a few laps and stim (usually flapping his hands or stomping) before he needs to deliver his next package. he might take a second to jump up and down for a bit to get his energy out.

hephaestus created hyperfixation. whether it’s a new invention or a topic he heard one of his kids mention. he will not stop focusing on it for months if not years. since time works differently for gods anyways. he also can get very apathetic so he has to remind himself how to interact with others so he doesn’t offend them with a blunt comment or a lack of interest. (i’m not projecting at all)

aphrodite uses her makeup and hair as an excuse to stim. she’ll fix up her hair or makeup every for minutes for a reason to move her hands. she and ares have a deal where he’ll let her know if someone is being sarcastic because, unless she’s doing it or it’s very obvious, she can’t recognize it.

demeter genuinely likes plant life more than other people. (don’t blame her) it’s a little cliche that her special interest would be her domain but she genuinely loves to learn about plants. she’ll even look into the ways that mortals study and understand plants.

ares has major rsd (rejection sensitivity disorder). when he’s told to wait a second or if someone has to reschedule something, it really gets to him even though he logically knows that it doesn’t mean they hate him now (again, not projecting at all). this is a big reason for why he is so blunt and aggressive with others (in the pjo universe) bc the less people he’s close too, the less people can push him away. (i’m talking about his kids, specifically)

Mr. D likes to drink wine for the mouth feel. he likes how tart and sour wines make the inside of his mouth feel tight (projection). he also only has 2 demigod children (in canon) bc he doesn’t like the thought of having 3 because it’ll make the number uneven. and then with more kids, since he’s at camp, that’s more people he has to be emotionally available for.

this is just my opinion. i just think they’re neat.

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scriveyner · 2 years

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always summer #15

always summer #15: tentacles | bungou stray dogs |👿🐯 | #kinktober 🔞| ~1800 words

Atsushi exhaled, arms folded back over the edge of the hot tub, head angled back. Akutagawa had come out onto the porch to “supervise” again, he’d been in and out of the cabin at least four times now, pacing like he wasn’t certain what he wanted to do. Atsushi was very firmly in the camp of “not asking” for the moment, as he was enjoying the first chance he’d gotten in the hot tub, and Dazai and Chuuya were down on the dock purportedly fishing.

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Akutagawa disappeared back inside.

Okay, fine, he’d ask.

Roughly ten minutes later Akutagawa moseyed back outside, cast a side-long glance at Atsushi, and leaned against the railing. The sun was low in the coral-tinged sky, and it cast Akutagawa’s pale skin in a warm glow. “What?” Atsushi asked, finally, and Akutagawa hung his head and glanced over at Atsushi again, nose wrinkled.

“You are aware they’ve had sex in that thing, I hope.”

Well, yes, but he had been trying very hard to pretend that he wasn’t. “Reasonably sure they’ve had sex on the couch, and on the table we’ve been eating at for the past few weeks. I can only hope they’ve left our bed alone.”

“I believe Chuuya would consider that crossing a line,” Akutagawa said, though there was doubt in his voice.

“Yeah.” Atsushi cocked his head, watching through the slats of the railing as Chuuya swung a fishing rod like a baseball bat. “You should get in here, though, the water’s nice.”

Akutagawa gave him a Look. “I know your brain is small and easily saturated, but I am not going to get in the sex fluids stew with you.”

“Oh god, don’t call it that.”

“What do you prefer? Sex soup? Boiling cesspool of ejaculate? Freshly-cooked—”

“Stop, stop, I’m getting out.” Atsushi climbed up, feet on the seat as he hauled himself out of the bubbling water. Akutagawa raised a brow, as Atsushi was lacking in any form of swimwear. “Jeez. Don’t let Dazai-san hear any of those, he’ll start using them affectionately, and,” he made a gagging noise, then stopped and registered Akutagawa’s expression. “What?”

“Weretiger, where are your trunks?”

“Oh.” Atsushi looked down at himself, and if he was anything less than freshly boiled, he might reflect a bashful blush. “Uh, my trunks were still wet from when we went swimming this morning and it felt gross to put them on, so…” he shrugged and gestured with his head. “They won’t be back in until dusk at the earliest, so I figured I was in the clear. I brought a towel just in case.”

Akutagawa was still just staring at him, and Atsushi rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Guess I’ll go, uh, shower,” he said when Akutagawa failed to respond again; he grabbed the white cotton towel he’d brought out with him and fled inside.

~*~

Okay, so. That was a bust.

Atsushi scrubbed his hair under the showerhead and groaned to himself. He hadn’t expected Akutagawa to get weird and narky about the hot tub, but he also hadn’t really thought that one through. Dazai had swanned through the main room buck naked, trailing bandages, followed by Chuuya with a towel barely clinging to his hips and Dazai’s towel in his hands, clearly halfway between wanting to wrap it around Dazai’s waist or using it to strangle him—of course they’d fucked in it. He didn’t need to see the activities himself, the aftermath was clear, and now “sex soup” was bouncing around inside his brain like the screensaver on the DVD player downstairs.

He leaned out of the shower, groping for his towel; when it hovered just in front of his face. He snatched it out of the air, squinting past the cream-colored Rashomon head to Akutagawa, leaning against the wall and watching him. Atsushi huffed but used the towel to dry his hair at least.

“Were you trying to seduce me, weretiger?” Akutagawa asked.

“What?” Atsushi stopped scrubbing his head. He tugged the towel down so he could see. “Why, did you think I was? I mean, I wasn’t, but if I was would it have gone better without the hot tub? Not that I was planning to.”

Akutagawa stared at him, unblinking.

“No, I wasn’t,” Atsushi said finally, and resumed drying his head. “I just thought we could maybe fool around.”

Akutagawa turned his head away, covered his mouth with his hand, and snickered. Atsushi dragged the towel to his shoulders and put his hands on his hips. “Why is that funny?”

“How do I put this,” Akutagawa said, arms folded and considering. “You somehow maintain this guileless innocence and say things like “fooling around” despite the fact you had my dick so far down your throat this morning you were picking hairs out of your teeth during breakfast. It’s quite entertaining.”

Atsushi opened his mouth, considered this, and closed it. “I wasn’t—I wasn’t picking hair out of my teeth at breakfast, that’s gross.”

“It is a figure of speech.”

Atsushi sighed. “Why is this relationship so weird?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

“Not even remotely.” Atsushi scratched his stomach as he made to pass Akutagawa and exit the bathroom. “I’m going to get dressed, maybe we can—”

He didn’t make it around the corner. Rashomon looped around his chest and yanked him back into the bathroom, catching him off-balance. All the air whuffed out of his lungs as his back impacted with the steam-slick wall, and Rashomon wound around his upper arms, keeping him pinned in place. Chest heaving at the sudden assault, Atsushi said, angered, “what?”

“You wanted to fool around, did you not?” Akutagawa said idly, considering Atsushi. He hadn’t moved, standing opposite, and shifted his position somewhat, hands sliding into his pockets. “What was your plan, had you lured me into the hot tub? Suck my dick? Finger me?” He stepped toward Atsushi, an amused glint in his eyes as Rashomon lifted Atsushi slightly against the wall, keeping him just barely on his toes. “Do tell me, dear weretiger. I am curious.”

“Why are you acting like this, all of a sudden?” Atsushi worked his left arm free of Rashomon and was pulling at the tendril that encased his right arm. Rashomon wasn’t happy with this and captured his left wrist, pinning it back to the wall at the level of his head. “Akutagawa, for real, what the fuck-?”

He tilted his head. “Tell me.”

“I didn’t have any idea, I just wanted to—” Rashomon slid down his upper thighs, skin still warm and damp from his shower, and Atsushi shivered at the ability’s touch. “I just wanted to be with you, okay? It’s nice just being around you, mostly. Except when you get weird like this, jeez--!” He inhaled sharply as Rashomon slid alongside his balls, climbing up past his dick and encircling his hips.

“I’m always weird,” Akutagawa hummed, and Atsushi rolled his eyes in exaggerated agreement. “But you still haven’t answered my question.” Atsushi exhaled audibly as Rashomon wrapped around his cock neatly, the ability tightening around the base and helping it immediately along. Atsushi wet his lips and tried his hardest not to groan in appreciation as the ability slithered up and down the shaft.

“Fine,” he managed, eyes gone to half-mast. “I was going to finger you, and try…” he inhaled again, sharp, body tensing as the first tendril worked its way inside him; it wasn’t much bigger than a finger, but he clearly had been more distracted by the ability wrapped around his cock to expect the intrusion. “God, I was gonna eat your ass, okay? I’ve been wanting to try it, I saw a video, and, and fuck—”

He cracked his head back against the wall, arching—the tendril had found the exact right spot and was putting the proper amount of pressure on it. “You were going to eat my ass in the hot tub,” Akutagawa said, and Atsushi writhed, one foot now entirely off the ground—so Akutagawa allowed Rashomon to increase the size of the tendril, letting it grow to at least the girth of his own dick. Atsushi let out a choked noise as he was filled immediately to fullness.

“I seem to recall,” Akutagawa said dryly, “that you liked being filled up like this, hm?” He had yet to lay a single finger on Atsushi, keeping him pinned against the wall with his ability, and Atsushi panted, the foot held aloft clenched, his cock bobbing heavily. “That toy got in real deep, didn’t it? But it wasn’t enough for you. I could tell.”

Atsushi’s throat worked, he had his head back and his eyes closed, mouth open as he panted loudly. “I want to hear you say it,” Akutagawa said softly, an amused lilt to his tone. “I will give you all you desire, and more, weretiger; but only if you ask for it.” He stepped closer and kept his hands in his pockets. “Tell me you need more.”

Atsushi swallowed air, the tendril between his legs thrashing, thrusting wildly against his insides, thick as a dick and longer yet, and still, he managed, strangled, “more.”

The second tendril was equally as thick and took a painstaking moment to work itself inside. Atsushi just sobbed, his other leg coming up off the ground as well, supported entirely and impaled on Rashomon. Akutagawa was witnessing him come apart and he didn’t care, the only thing he could focus on was both tendrils moving inside him independently, thrusting so, so deep.

“Do you even realize what a gorgeous creature you are?” Akutagawa asked softly, touching Atsushi’s cheek with his hand as he panted raggedly, head hanging forward. “Look at you.”

Atsushi was too far gone to really hear what he was saying, and Akutagawa’s hand moved from his face to his cock, Rashomon dissipating as he slid his hand up and down the shaft, keeping the same pace as the tendrils thrusting inside. Atsushi gasped and shuddered, undone by the warmth of his hand; his cock spurted fluid between Akutagawa’s fingers.

He let Atsushi down slowly, the tendrils melting back into their original form, and Atsushi collapsed back against the wall, sliding into a seated position, legs cocked wide and panting, eyes closed tight. “Fuck,” he managed weakly, more of a moan.

“Fuck me in the hot tub,” Akutagawa said dismissively. He wiped his soiled hands on the towel Atsushi had dropped. “Just take me to bed next time, weretiger, and you can fuck me as much as you want without a word of protest.”

“Yeah,” Atsushi said distantly, his world completely rocked. “Okay.”

#bungou stray dogs #kinktober #shin soukoku #sskk #lemony fresh

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tiredeyesight · 1 year

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hi i have a request for legolas

so they are like best friends in love but everyone can see it but them so when legolas takes reader on a tour of his kingdom they go night swimming, star gazing and then they like confess their love:)

tour confessions

description : legolas takes you on a tour around his kingdom, leading to love confessions whilst star gazing

word count : 500

a/n : this is a literal dream date honestly. anyways the elvish may be off but it translates too ‘i love you’. the translator i used was so sketchy so idk🤷. anyways i hope you enjoy anon, this was my first request and it was so fun💓

‘y/n/n, time to go’, you heard the voice on the opposite side of the door followed by a rhythmic knock. ‘coming, coming’ you responded whilst gathering the last of your things. a breathy ‘hi’ was spoken to you as legolas smiled sweetly at you. ‘hi, you ready?’ you spoke back. a simple nod and you were on your way.

greenery surrounds you as you enter the centre forest causing a soft smile on both of your faces as you gaze upon the scenery. a small river lay along the ground full of life, everything was so mystical. ‘wanna go for a swim?’ legolas asked staring at the the glimmering water. ‘yessss’ you spoke with a chuckle. legolas ran to the water diving in, soon you followed.

the water was so calm and perfectly refreshing. fish began swimming around you, eyes wide wondering what you were. whilst you giggled and softly played with the fish legolas was watching the sight before him, hidden love taking over his radiant blue eyes. you soon swam over to legolas smiling brightly at him, ‘your home is so beautiful’ bringing a grin to his face, soon followed by a splash from your hands. faux shock took over his expression as he pretended to be wounded by the water. giggles bubbled up in your throat at his playfulness. however as you were laughing at his actions, he responded back with another splash to your face.

everything alive in the woods watching would have seen the sight of two grown elves splashing each other like little kids with gleeful laughs. the fish fled from the commotion and after a good few minutes the two of you stopped to have a breath. ‘c’mon there’s still heaps to show you’ legolas told you whilst getting out of the river.

the two of you wandered around until legolas came to a holt in a free long grass range. it was like the trees created a border around it. the pair of you laid down on the soft grass looking up at the glimmering stars that shined brighter than ever. ‘i’ve always found the stars fascinating’ you confessed. legolas looked across towards you, joy and love stirring inside of him watching you gaze upon the stars like they were most precious thing in all galaxies. ‘i’ve always found you fascinating’ he softly spoke.

a red colour rose to your cheeks due to his words. ‘i’ve loved spending every moment with you, it fills me to the brim with warmth. every time i look into your eyes there’s hope and a bright future’ legolas admitted. your eyes fixed upon him as he began to speak further, ‘you’re the most kindest, intelligent, loyal and incredible fighter i’ve ever known. im mel cin’.

shock ran through your veins, he loved you back? thoughts upon thoughts racked through your brain searching for answers yet there was no conclusion other than your love for him too. ‘im mel cin’ you responded back with a joyful smile.

#legolas x reader #lord of the rings #fluff #jrr tolkien #elvish #legolas

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momowritings · 2 years

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Damned to Love You

Pairing: Sukuna x Black Reader

Rating: 19+

Word ct.: 4.4k

Summary: You gave up yourself to the god of war to save your village. He hasn't done anything wrong, but you still gripe about the whole situation. What happens when you push him a little too hard?

You tended your garden peacefully in the early morning sun. You cared for these plants as if they were your children, from your bat flowers to cupcake blushes to your eucalyptus tree that was in full bloom, its flowers looking like bright red fireworks hanging in the air. You were proud of your selection, looking far and wide for these particular plants and others that were not native in your lands. You pulled a few weeds out then strolled over to your pond, watching the koi fish swim in lazy circles before feeling a heavy presence behind you. You rolled your eyes, pretending not to notice as you bent down to give the fish some food, crooning slightly when you had a whole group in front of you.

It wasn’t until you saw Sukuna’s reflection in the pond and you accidentally made eye contact with him that you internally groaned. You lifted your robes up, walking over the stones inside the pond to put more space between you and the brute. When you got to the other side you strolled over to your favorite plant of all, the aged pomegranate tree. It was there well before you, and without a doubt well after you, but you found solace in knowing that something will never change.

You pulled out a dagger from inside your sleeves and plucked the fruit from the tree, one that was heavy and looked like it was about to drop itself and sliced it carefully, cutting out the membrane to delicately pick out the seeds, popping them in your mouth and moaning softly at the taste. Just as you were to get to the other half it was pulled out from your hand, and you stared blankly into the space before whipping around to face the open chest of your husband .

“What do you not understand about space ?” You growled.

“Careful, human, I gifted you all of this but I’m not afraid to take it all back,” Sukuna said, dropping the whole pomegranate half in his mouth. He was wearing his robes carelessly. The only thing it was covering was his legs as it hung from his waist, but the sleeves loosely hung around his shoulders, exposing his chest and stomach and all the black markings made on them.

“I think it is only fair since you also ripped me away from my family,” you turned back around and hunted for a new fruit.

“Ripped you away? You offered yourself up to me. Begged me to take you, prayed to me, even,” he purred. You looked at him through the corner of your eye and saw that he was smirking at you. His lower arms were crossed as his top hands wiped away the juice tracking down his face. His eyes never left yours as he sucked the sweetness off of his fingers. You clutched the bow string across your chest tightly.

“It was the only thing I could do. They were killing my people.” “They” being the overbearing village that was determined to become a kingdom, killing anyone who didn’t abide by their new laws. You thought that your village was small enough that they would overlook it, but you were wrong. After hearing what they had done to sister towns you made a temple to Sukuna, asking for strength, begging for forgiveness, bargaining yourself , doing anything that you thought would help. You didn’t think the god was actually listening to you, no would he take you up on your offer.

“And I aided your cause, didn’t I?” Even his stomach was smiling at you and you had to repress your gags.

“I didn’t tell you to kill them all!”

“What else would I have done?”

What else would I have done ? That question echoed around in your head and without thinking you drew your bow on the god. It was a thoughtless comment from someone who doesn’t value life. All four of his eyes trained on your carefully, a small smirk pulled at his lips.

“You could’ve just protected my people,” you seethed. “Trained them, gave them your knowledge, anything else, really. Now I have unnecessary blood on my hands.”

“If you wanted them to learn how to fight you could’ve taught them yourself or ask that other god, Tobi? No, Toji,” he corrected. He eyed your stance and scoffed. “You may be the best soldier your village has to offer, but do you really think you can take down the likes of me?” All of Sukuna’s arms were down and braced for fighting. You watched as his black nails slowly grew sharper out of his hand and his stomach tongue lolled out of its mouth as it did something that resembled a leer. His knees were bent slightly and he was slowly reaching his full size, and now you were staring at the gleaming fangs of an eight foot tall monster.

“It would be an honorable way to die, trying to kill you.”

“I wouldn’t let you die. I would bring you to the brink of death, but then pull you back, over and over again, till you’re half as good as me. I wouldn’t take just anybody as a bride.”

“So I should be flattered?”

“Yes.” You shot an arrow right by his ear, the steel tip whistled past his lobe, but Sukuna didn’t even blink. Instead, his grin grew wider.

“Why not aim for my eye? Don’t want to hurt your husband?”

“Fuck you,” you spewed.

“I will, after we deal with whatever this is right now.”

You pulled another arrow out from your pack and aimed it directly to his eye, the side with bark covering half of his face, and let go. He caught it, of course, but you weren’t done, letting a volley of arrows fly until he no longer had arms to catch them. The arrows that he did catch were stuck to his palms because you modified your weapon to have thorns down the shaft.

Sukuna’s hands were bloodied as he tried to pull them out but they were stuck in his skin, and from there you took the chance to run up to him and slice his arm with your short sword, but you were stopped by his other tongue wrapping around your arm and halting your movements. The sliminess of the muscle made you falter, and from there Sukuna wrapped both of your wrists in one hand and slammed your back into the tree. He raised up to his eye level and pushed his knee between your legs, causing your robes to ride up and your legs were exposed to the cool air.

“I find it hard to believe that you made such a simple mistake. Perhaps you wanted me to hold you like this?”

You spit in his face when he got too close and everything stilled. Your heart was beating loudly in your ear, your chest heaving as you thought about what would happen. He actually wasn’t that horrible of a husband to you for the two weeks you have been here. You were just tired of him constantly trailing behind you, because he was infuriatingly tall and buff, blocking out the sun if he was in your view. Or maybe it was the fact you missed your family, and by the contract you weren’t allowed to see them anymore. Or maybe, just maybe, you were ashamed of your attraction to him. You heard the stories of Sukuna, god of war and bloodshed, who tears his enemies apart by the neck and drinks their blood, not because it gave him nutrients but because he wants to. Some say he went back and killed the Devil, his maker, over a petty disagreement. You should be terrified of him, but instead you touched yourself in the confinements of your room late at night, feeling aroused like you did right now, growing wet on top of his knee and ever so slightly rolling your hips over it.

Nothing goes unnoticed by Sukuna, and his eyes darted over your body and smirked.

“I think you like to see me angry. Nobody has ever fucked you like you needed it, right?”

You were too prideful to grant him an answer, but he didn’t need your verbal confirmation. He could smell the change in your pheromones and hear the wetness between your folds. He lifted his knee higher to press directly against your clit and used his other hand to hold your face close to his. You weren’t even sure which eyes to look at because all of them were trained on you.

“Go on, pleasure yourself.” He grabbed your hip with his third hand and rocked you back and forth over his own robe, but it did nothing to soften the firm muscles lying beneath it. He kept guiding your hips until you were doing it yourself, your eyes filled with tears because he still didn’t let go of your face, and you were embarrassed to see him wanting to watch you fall apart up close. Sukuna carefully noted your facial expressions, how your bottom lip quivered and your eyebrows knitted together as you got closer, how your gasps changed pitch as you twitched around his thigh. You squeezed your eyes shut just as your orgasm began to crest over you just for it to be torn away by Sukuna dropping his knee down. You let out a frustrated groan but he held you up against the tree with his arms then kissed you.

His tongue violated all corners of your mouth, just to go farther and venture down your throat. Spit was dripping down your face as your hands flailed above you but it did not deter him. At the same time his other tongue went under your robes to lick the rest of your arousal off of the inside of your thighs, making a shiver run up your spine. You moaned into his mouth and you felt his sharp teeth graze over your lips.

“Sukuna,” you gasped. Sukuna looked down at you and licked his lips while looking at yours. They were shiny with spit and swollen, adding even more volume to your already full lips. Sukuna carefully put you on your feet but caged you between his arms.

“I won’t have our first time on a tree,” he said but cocked his head. “Unless that is what you want?”

You pushed him away and stomped out of the garden, leaving Sukuna chuckling to himself as you made your way back to your home. You didn’t know what you more upset about, the fact that your orgasm was stolen from you or that you would’ve let him fuck you on the tree without any complaints. You saw how hard he was through his robes, yet he had shown more restraint than you had. While you silently fumed you were suddenly lifted up into the air, now sitting on Sukuna’s shoulder.

“Sukuna, put me down at once!” He heeded your command and dropped you, only to catch you with his other set of arms. Your short descent left you breathless, but now Sukuna held your legs to his waist as he took long strides towards the house. You could feel his dick pressed against your sex and tried not to moan. You glanced up at his face and there was no emotion to it until his lower eye looked down at you.

“I can no longer restrain myself. Say that you don’t want this.”

To the surprise of no one you did not say anything, and before you knew it you were in Sukuna’s bedroom. It was a large space, the walls looking as though the place had been carved out of the stone, his bedding various shades of black and red, and he carelessly tossed you on top of the bed before stripping down himself. You tried to remove your own clothing but he gave you a harsh glare that froze you.

“I want to undress you,” he pulled your ankle towards him.

“I am not a helpless maiden,” you grumbled, but you opened your legs to him and he ran his hands up your thighs, lifting your robes until they gathered at your waist. He then tugged at your ties holding your clothing together, making it pool around you on the bed. Sukuna’s eyes traced over your body hungrily. Your skin was deep in tone and rich in color, and your coils that frame your face invited him in. You tried to cover your hardening nipples and your dripping sex but he pulled your arms away and kissed you again, crawling and maneuvering you until your body laid flush on top of his, your legs barely able to wrap around his waist.

“Let me taste you,” he mumbled into your neck, and before you could question what he said you felt his second tongue slide through your folds and slip inside your sex. Your gasp was swallowed by Sukuna putting his mouth back on yours. Both tongues worked against you and you could feel your first orgasm hurtling towards you. To make matters worse Sukuna made another mouth appear in the palm of his hand, which he used to bite your nipple. You were trembling against Sukuna, two hands now worked on your nipples while the other hands kept you firmly on his tongue, which was rapidly switching from fucking you and toying with your clit. You pulled your mouth away from Sukuna just enough to cry out his name as you came around him, the stimulation from his four mouths all over your body proving to be too much to bear, and still he swallowed your moans with his kiss again.

“So sensitive,” he mused, trailing his nail down your spine. You were still shaking from your orgasm and didn’t notice him laying you on your back, spreading your legs wide so that no part of you was hidden from him. You took a few shuddering breaths before opening your eyes to see him stroking his length leisurely. You gathered what little strength you had left to rest on your elbows to really look at him.

“Sukuna,” you panted. “There is no way that can go inside of me.”

“Why not?”

You watched his precum drip down his dick before raising a brow at him. “The only way it would fit is if I were to whittle it down with my knife,” you threatened. Sukuna let out a low chuckle but loomed over you. One pair of arms held your waist still while the others held him up on either side of your head. Despite the dim candles scattered around the room and the stray streams of light escaping the curtains, you could clearly see Ryoumen’s eyes. They were no longer scanning your body, but focused on your face as well. Would you dare to think that there were drops of real affection in his gaze?

Sukuna dipped his head to suck on your nipple, putting his palm over the other to gently teeth on it, and brought his third hand to your clit to rub it in tight circles. You hissed under the pressure, tears welling in your eyes as your hands flew to his hair to hold him close.

“You sharpen your tongue against me with nearly every word you say, but now they are nothing but your sweet moans filling the room,” he hummed. “Tell me,” he paused when you let out another wail because Sukuna lowered his nails and plunged his fingers deep inside your sex. “Do you get more aroused when you throw your insults at me? Do you want to see me angry?”

“I don’t want anything to do with you,” you said through clenched teeth.

“Oh? Should I stop then?” You felt him draw his hands away from your body and you pulled him back to you. “No! No, just… keep going,” you mumbled, interlacing your fingers together at the back of his neck. Your heels rested on his hip bone, and you cried out again when he curled his fingers against your g-spot, making your vision go black around the edges. Sukuna slithered his tongue from the hollow of your neck all the way to the lobe of your ear, then tugged it with his teeth.

“Tell me what you want,” he breathed into you, still tracing your ear with his tongue. Your orgasm was about to consume you again, and your answer came out in fractured sentences.

“I- I can’t,” you shook your head. “I don’t- I don’t know!”

“I need an answer, human,” he licked the side of your face, savoring the saltiness of your tears. Sukuna felt your legs begin to shake again and sped up his fingers and used another tongue to tease your clit. Sobs wracked your body when you came again, your back arching off the bed and Sukuna held a hand against it to keep you raised and pressed kisses into your chest.

“Do what you want with my body,” you heaved. “Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” He looked down at you while licking his hand clean. Your pussy fluttered around nothing as you watched him, because it was the same look he had when he licked the juice of the pomegranate earlier in the garden.

“I don’t like repeating myself, you ogre.”

“You’re going to regret saying that,” he rumbled, flipping you over to your stomach. He grabbed various pillows to rest your stomach on, and the Sukuna pushed your back to keep it at a steep arch. He ran his hands over the planes of your body, his palms sucking and biting your flesh at random, and his nails were out again, tugging at skin around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

Sukuna dragged his dick between your ass to hear your moan. He teased the tip on the puckered hole but did not push further, wanting to save it for another time. Your sex was practically dripping, your arousal coating the inside of your thighs and dampening the bedding. You pushed your hips back to him to urge him along faster. He chuckled at your eagerness and then pushed past your entrance with little restraint due to your two orgasms. You bit the sheets below you as he stretched you beyond comparison. Sukuna was slowly losing his composure. He wanted to ease you into his size, but your velvet walls sucked him in deeper, making it impossible to take it easy as he had planned.

You had your hand outstretched in front of you, grabbing the sheets and pulling them close as Sukuna continued to ram harder into you as the seconds went by. You have pulled the entire bedding to your chest now but he was still unrelenting. Your hand clawed the bare mattress and Sukuna bent over your to grab it with his own, interlacing his fingers through the back of your hand.

“I think you should learn your manners,” he said low in your ear. “I am not some man you can talk to without discretion. We are married now. Show some respect.” Sukuna never stopped fucking you as he pulled your arm back and breast swung from the motion. Your already sensitive nipples grazed over the bedding, adding to the overstimulation you were experiencing. Sukuna held both of your hands to your back with one hand and trailed a sharp nail right over your ass.

“Maybe I should carve my name here,” he murmured. “Or here,” he traced down your spine, pressing down hard enough to break the skin. “Or here,” he pulled you closer to his stomach to grab the breast over your heart to fill his hand, sinking his nails into the pliant flesh. You cried out in pain and blood dripped down his fingers. He held the bloodstained hand up to your neck and angled your head to stick his tongue down your throat again. Sukuna pulled away to see a line of spit from his lips to yours. You already came around him, your pussy becoming the tightest vice he has ever encountered, but he was far from finished with you. Your eyes were wide and dazed so he pulled out and carefully laid you back on the bed before taking you on your side.

In this position he had his large hand that could wrap around itself on your neck the whole time, squeezing it at intervals to make you come over again. He had your leg lifted while snapping his hips upward, the concern for your sex slipping further to the back of his mind the longer he spent . Sukuna was determined to mold your insides to the shape of him. He let go of your throat and gagged your mouth with his fingers after he shortened his nails, and the rest of his hands bit and sucked all of your body. There was no part of your being that wasn’t tainted by Sukuna’s touch. You have given up words long ago, resorting to hisses and groans like a woman possessed. The haze that covered your mind was momentarily raised when you felt something wet pressed against your asshole.

“Uhn,” you tried to speak, but Sukuna’s fingers were still in your mouth. You weren’t scared, but you never had anyone in there before.

“You can handle it, I’m sure,” he growled before the tongue from his abdomen squeezed its way inside of you. You unexpectedly came again, biting down on Sukuna’s fingers so hard that you had a metallic taste fill your mouth. Sukuna chuckled at the tingling pain, removing his fingers to suck the blood off before putting the hand back on your neck. The other tongue took no time to move as fast as Sukuna, but it was easier to handle since it was salivated. It was a strange feeling indeed. It was not hard like Sukuna’s dick, but folding upon itself once it was inside of you, feeling parts that no one should ever touch. Sukuna was everywhere all at once, completely flooding your senses and you could do nothing but shake around him. At some point he turned you back to your stomach, pressing a palm down in between your shoulder blades to keep you from moving. You kept your face to the side and saw the sheets covered in blood, mainly your blood, and turned to lift your head from the mattress. You lurched forward as Sukuna put more weight on you and leaned into your ear.

“Please,” you whispered. You could hear Sukuna smiling, then he shifted his hips to hit your g-spot directly. Sukuna and the tongue moved in alternating thrusts that only muddled your mind further. Sukuna used his nail to scrape one of your nipples and your head dropped back into the bed, your toes curling from another impending orgasm.

“What were you saying,my little wife? I couldn’t hear you,” Sukuna taunted. He stuck his tongue inside of your ear, then harshly bit the skin around it to make you cry out. He put a hand in your curls and lifted your head up to speak to you.

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before talking to me anyhow, right?”

Your breath was filled with moans every other exhale but Sukuna pulled your head back until you answered him.

“ Yess ! I– I’ll be careful, Sukuna,” you gasped. Sukuna wrapped his hand around your throat once more to close your airways for a few seconds before letting go. A heady feeling swirled in your head as air rushed back into your lungs and you heard Sukuna’s voice float around you.

“Swear on it?”

“I swear!” You would promise him the moon if he asked for it.

“Call me Ryoumen,” he purred, and you came so hard you were pretty sure you blacked out. Ryoumen rambled about you giving him an heir that would be the world’s greatest soldier as he came inside of you, spurt of spurt of come filling you up and spilling on the bed, and you just laid there, too tired to make a comment, then realizing that you couldn’t. Your throat was sore from crying so hard, and your body was too heavy to move on your own. Ryoumen slowly pulled out from you, first his tongue, then his dick. When he completely removed himself you could feel his come pouring out of you, and his tongue made a long stripe from clit to slit to clean it up, sending a new wave of shocks throughout your body.

“Sukunaaa, please,” you begged, weakly throwing your hand back to swat him away. He gathered you into his arms and placed a tender kiss on your forehead that sent butterflies in a frenzy in your stomach. You kept your eyes closed and felt him move you to the washroom where there was already a warm water bath waiting for the both of you. Ryoumen carefully dipped you inside before settling behind you.

“I thought I told you to call me Ryoumen?”

You took a peek at him over your shoulder. His arms were stretched over the stone ledge of the bath, which was made with obsidian and the trim painted gold. Ryoumen rested his head over one hand while the lower arms were crossed. His pink hair was damp and stuck to his forehead instead of its usual spiked style.

“Well, Ryoumen, we are going to have to change the water soon. You are still leaking out of me,” you snapped. Ryoumen raised an eyebrow at you and you immediately mumbled “sorry”.

“We can do that later. Rest first.”

You nodded and faced forward, splashing water on yourself until you were pulled back into Ryoumen’s chest. You were stiff until pieces of prior events flashed in your mind, reminding you that he has been inside of you in almost every orifice, then you slowly relaxed yourself into him. Ryoumen tugged on one of your curls before dropping his hand on your shoulder then dragging it to your neck, then jaw, to pull you into a kiss. Once again your stomach did somersaults, and you were surprised at how soft he could be if he chose to.

He pulled away and licked his lips before flashing you a fanged smile.

“Wife.”

“Husband?”

Ryoumen leaned back with a content look. You were confused with the sudden name game, but decided to let it go as a wave of fatigue crashed into your body. You laid against his body, falling asleep to his breathing and the small circles he made on your hip.

#jjk smut #jjk fanfic #black fem reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna ryomen #true form sukuna #heavy smut #multiple tongues #this gets nasty #i warned y'all #oneshot #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryoumen x you #sukuna ryoumen x reader

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alright me and @chaos-caverns just spent the past few hours spitballing back and forth thoughts and ideas about triton biology within the jrwi riptide universe. here's what we got so far:

triton evolved to survive both in water and out of it (i mean they breathe air), but it's unlikely that they evolved to live on land/above water. obviously being on the surface won't kill them (we have three very alive examples to prove that) but they probably experience some serious debuffs while up there.

triton are described to live in very deep places, therefore being deep sea inhabitants.

in riptide we also have multiple references to the fact that the buildings in the undersea, or at least in the area that gillion grew up in, are in fact not filled with water, but with air. this means that triton can maneuver both through water and through air/on ground without issue. (this includes any differences in stuff like gravity, drag, walking vs swimming etc.)

we also see humans inside the capitol building, which means the atmospheric pressure inside that building, or at least that room, has to be much lower than the pressure in the water surrounding the buildings, which in turn means that triton (and other underwater races) are not harmed by drastic changes in pressure, nor by the much lower pressure of above water at mean sea level.

however, since building structures that can withstand the difference in atmospheric pressure is unnecessarily expensive and inefficient, it's likely that in general the rooms, even if filled with air, have the same pressure as the water outside, meaning that triton are not at all used to the low atmospheric pressure of the oversea, and any triton coming to the surface will most likely face some aches and pains while their body adjusts.

on top of that, fish can and will get sunburnt if the water is too clear or they swim to close to the surface, and the sunburns are much worse, sometimes even detrimental to the fishes health. this would mean that triton probably have very sun sensitive skin and if at the surface might need to stay in the shade or get some special potions to avoid permanent damage to their skin.

deep sea fish are much less dense than other fish for buoyancy reasons (if you've ever scuba dived before you know this). that includes their bones. triton have brittle bones and weigh much less than one would suspect.

triton definitely have some mammalian traits, as gillion has been described to sweat on multiple occasions

now for something really fun: the opah is the only known full warm blooded fish, and because of that has much more energy and is much faster than the other, very slow, deep sea fish that need to conserve their energy. it also has an internal temperature regulation system not unlike a radiator built in that is mostly used to keep it warm, but can also cool it down. considering triton seem to be the strong, agile, fighter type (pursuit predator), and don't overheat despite the vast difference in temperature between the undersea and the oversea, a circulatory system reminiscent of the one the opah has seems likely. again that just means the temperature change won't kill them, they might still get uncomfortable with the heat at first, or just in general. this could be one reason why gillion keeps jumping overboard. (trying to fact check some stuff and i just found out that some lizards cool off by standing around with their mouths open. i think that would be a very gillion thing to do)

now for something really really fun: the lungfish! and yes it's exactly what it sounds like, it's a fish with both gills and lungs. and it can fucking breathe below and above water. triton having both gills and lungs officially makes sense. (the lungfish is a freshwater fish found in shallow rivers and such, and i don't know how this would translate to a saltwater deep sea humanoid creature, if at all, but this is fucking fantasy alright? we're allowed to pretend that this is flawless logic)

fish, like amphibians, need to keep their skin moist if they want to survive. we just don't talk about it because most fish can't breathe above water. another reason why gillion jumps off the ship constantly. also explains why he keeps saying "stay moist" to caspian, who does not, in fact, need to stay moist.

now for the eyes. there's two factors to that: light sensitivity and light refraction.

let's start with light sensitivity. as we have previously established, triton did not evolve for survival on the surface, and they are deep sea creatures. both of that explains the darkvision, but also implies that their eyes are very likely to be highly sensitive to light and the daylight might be too bright for them to really be able to see well. as for a real life example, shark eyes are super well equipped to see in dark, murky waters as they have a layer of mirrored crystals behind their retina, reflecting the picture into the retina again to increase clarity. and bottom-dwelling or nocturnal sharks are in fact pretty light sensitive. all in all this makes for a good estimate for triton eyes. the fact that gillion's vision would already be too bright makes the fact that he keeps staring into the sun even more concerning. then again if you're already constantly blinded you might as well, right? (also i don't know if i'm remembering this correctly but isn't gillion's perception pretty low? this could be part of that. potentially)

now light refraction. the refraction of light underwater is different from the refraction in air. that's why everything is blurry when we open our eyes underwater, but not when we wear goggles. but we evolved to live above water, while triton, as previously established, evolved to live both in water and in air. since evolution would have no clue that they already see bad when in the sun and the smartest move would be to make them able to see when underwater really good, the most likely result would be that in an attempt to optimize triton would end up farsighted underwater and nearsighted in air, like frogs.

since triton's eyesight seems to be less than optimal no matter what, they have probably developed some senses to compensate, for example picking up subtle vibrations in the water around them, or good hearing or sense of smell.

a lot of aquatic mammals can close their nostrils so they don't get water in them, and seals can do the same to their ear canals. triton would also do that i think.

the fins on the side of triton's heads might be used for not only the usual fin stuff, like balance and steering, while underwater, but also as a sort of outer ear that funnels the sound waves into the ear canals to amplify their hearing while outside of it, and on top of that to express emotion, similar to almost every mammals ears except humans'. the fins on triton's limbs might also reflect their emotions, though probably much subtler. a lot of animals also use their ears to regulate heat, and this could very well translate to triton's fins.

also one final fun thought we had was that even though triton seem to be pursuit predators (actively hunting and fighting and running and stuff), they might be ambush predators instead (sneaking, ambushing etc.) and the reason gillion is Like That is because of his training, not because of triton biology.

i desperately hope there's no mistakes in this because there is no way that i am proof reading all of that at 1 am. anyways if you read this and think "oh hey, i know some stuff about deep sea fish/ aquatic mammals/ physics!" feel free to add some stuff. and if i said something wrong don't hold back.

@grizzlyplays i feel like you might enjoy this. we certainly did

#yeesh that took fucking ages #compiling everything and putting it in a coherent form was so much more work that i expected #jrwi spoilers #<- just in case #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #jrwi show #buggy thoughts #connecting the dots #silver screen

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speaker-of-the-void-cats · 1 year

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DISCIPLE — The Warning

The sun is your enemy today Have you heard the news that the world isn't ending? It's starting again But all the nonbelievers they keep on pretending

The sun is your enemy today You love to look away from the face of your vices Embrace them instead And welcome yourself into the new modern crisis

Oh, oh, I've been waiting

Oh, Disciple in the making

Kill the system Kill the man Strip the power from their hands Your eyes will bleed as you stare at the screen

You shall remain Inside your space

2, 3, Go!

The sun is my enemy today I'm running from the misery like there's no tomorrow Let's share it with them And show all the world that this life isn't borrowed time

Oh, oh, I've been waiting Oh, Disciple in the making

Kill the system Kill the man Strip the power from their hands Your eyes will bleed as you stare at the screen

You shall remain Inside your space

Swimming with the fishes 'til they drown Love is just another excuse we rely on Palpable but hidden in the sound Hate will always be a good friend when the sun goes d[r]own

Oh, oh, oh, hear my calling Oh, oh, oh, nonbelievers start running Oh, oh, I've been waiting Oh, Disciple in the making

Kill the system Kill the man Strip the power from their hands Your eyes will bleed as you stare at the screen

You shall remain

Inside your space

of ignorance

The Warning — DISCIPLE

A delusion of a being long dead, an idea of living only to serve, only for one purpose. It leaves behind a sharp-edged data fragment to mark its passing. There is a conflict in me, O Witness, that unsettles your weapon, my self. Why is it that you allow flawed understandings of your great work to persist in all those who serve you, even in your Disciples? Every one of us seems to have some different conception of your Final Shape. I do not need reassurance in my own comprehension. Only to understand what purpose it serves that you have chosen such disparate servants to carry out your will. Is it a simple answer? Perhaps none who serve you have the capacity to grasp your vision. And so, rather than waste more of your time and attention on explaining something they will never hold, it is enough that they act as you will. The Witch and her Hive carving single-mindedness out of the cloth of the universe, that whispering Nightmare seeking the fullest gamut of existence, the Upender destroying all differentiation. Shadows on the wall. In this case, it would be hubris to think I have understood your work, that I alone among your Disciples have grasped what purpose it is we serve. All of us must see darkly reflected. But there is relief in simplification. There is kindness in winnowing. So then, why is this proliferation permitted? The shadows, showing the truth by their casting. Perhaps it is enough to simply trust that we are weapons in your hand, O Witness—even if we cannot see the perfect shape of your plan, we serve it by your wielding of us. Each Disciple has come to be only by your will, and so that incomprehension is also in your making. You ask for trust, and obedience, and promise that whatever you do, whatever finality you achieve, will suit each of your followers perfectly. Your Final Shape will be a hundred promises kept. I have seen the reflections of it through all of we Disciples, through the tracks you leave in the universe, a truth understood through the shadows it casts. There: I have resolved the conflict within my thoughts, and I am at peace again. Once more, I am only your violence and nothing more.

The Final Shape will realize us as we strive.

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lo? Hello? Are you...oh, please, let it be alive. Wake up little Ghost, wake up. Just please give me some sign that you're listening.

All right. I don't need...I know you're listening. Why would you be out here if you weren't here to...It's a miracle I found you out here. On this thing.

I didn't know the Traveler sent its Ghosts out this far from home.

Poor little lost thing. Please wake up.

I am an Arach of Dead Orbit. I am the last of the crew of the Sophia. And this place is...it doesn't have a name. We called it A-113.

How long have you been here, little Ghost? Why did you come?

Listen. We came here on behalf of the Fleet. We were scavengers. Sixty-one days ago a Dead Orbit scout detected an unknown presence in stationary orbit about Ceres. 133 west. Looked Golden Age, by the signatures. Human. A small station. No prior records. We -

I suppose we should have disclosed it to the Tower, but we didn't. I didn't. That was my call. We wanted it for ourselves, whatever it was. For the Fleet. If we'd told the Tower, maybe they might have sent a Guardian not of our making instead...Doesn't matter now, does it, little one?

If I ramble it's because I haven't slept in seven days.

Seven point five days ago; that was when the Sophia dropped into the Belt. They saw us at once. We dropped and the alarms went off and that was the end, that was the end right then, but they let us go on for another seven-point-five days, didn't they? The alarms. Hostile scan detected. An Awoken ship had us in its sights, just a couple hundred kilometers away. Like it had been waiting for us. It could have wiped us out of space right then but instead it crippled our engines and our comms and then for days it played with us, like a cat, we limped half-way round the Belt and it was always there...

We abandoned the Sophia one-point-five days ago. We jumped ship for A-113.

I don't know what else to call it. I don't know what it was built for. There are these things, like keyholes. The rangefinders say they go on for thousands of kilometers. The others went inside and found - well, some of them are still screaming about the eye. All the other voices that come back are more terrible.

There's salvage here but it'll never come home, none of it. None of it except maybe you, little Ghost.

Wake up.

Wake up. Go home. Tell them to strike A-113 from the records. Tell them to forget the Sophia, and the mission, and her crew.

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Some of my personal Snape headcanons part 2

Part 1 here

Snape loves dark academia style clothing and would love to try it out but is too insecure. Sometimes he wanders around muggle shops looking at the clothes but he never buys anything.

He is so good at the dark arts and potions because those are his long-term hyperfixations. He has had other fixations over time but those are the two he always comes back to. One time he hyper-fixated on learning languages and now he can speak Italian, German, Latin, and French.

Even though Lily moved on from having Snape as her best friend, Snape never did. As much as he hates to admit it he still refers to her as his best friend in his head and he can’t get over her. He later realizes he might have been a bit platonically in love with her; it was never romantic no matter what anyone else thinks or how it may appear.

Snape is strict with Harry because he doesn’t want Harry to turn out to be like James. He sees a young boy with some of the same tendencies as his father such as sneaking around the castle late at night and going head first into danger without thinking, and he feels protective of him because he’s his best friend's kid. He is doing his best to direct Harry on the opposite path James took. He calls it tough love. Sure he’s snarky, sarcastic, and rude to Harry but ultimately his strictness does the job and Harry starts to see and understand that his dad may not have been who he thought he was. I think also it was part of the front he had to put up. He had to pretend to abhor Harry at all costs or risk his cover being blown. After all, it was because of Harry the dark lord fell.

While Snape loves Harry to an extent and he wants the best for him, he also fucking hates his guts. Snape has to constantly patrol the castle at night to make sure Harry isn’t up to some dumbass hero shit and risking his life. Having to constantly save Harry over and over again does cause Snape to develop a certain amount of hate for Harry to coincide with the love for him as his best friend’s kid.

He loves classical music but he’s secretly into the muggle singing group Twenty One Pilots. The sometimes odd and cryptic lyrics intrigue him and lead him to put a lot of thought into what they could mean. He relates to a lot of the lyrics also. His favorite song is Ode to Sleep.

He has a pet fish in his office hidden amongst the jars of who knows what lined on all of his shelves. No one has ever bothered to look at the disgusting things in the jars too close so they’ve never noticed his pet. It’s a black and white betta fish he bought from a muggle store. He enchanted the jar it lives in to be the size of a swimming pool inside to ensure it has plenty of swimming space. It contains many live plants and different habitats for variety.

Contrary to popular belief his favorite color isn’t green or even black. It’s actually blue because he would lay down on his back in a field and cloud gaze with Lily as a kid. It reminds him of their friendship and simpler times.

He and Lily had friendship rings as kids. He wears his on a necklace that he keeps concealed under the high collar of his robes. When he died they found it upon examining his neck wounds and he was buried with it still around his neck.

This one is probably controversial but Snape is covered in tats. He got them to try and conceal the dark mark and make it less noticeable. He’s got two full sleeves and some back artwork. Most of them are meaningful but some are just for shits and giggles. When he’s in his chambers or at home he doesn’t bother to hide them and walks around with his sleeves rolled up.

He bites his nails and picks at the skin around his fingernails also. He has to be extra careful to not do this in the presence of the dark lord or it can give away that he’s anxious.

He can spin a pen in circles around his fingers. He can also riffle shuffle playing cards. He picked these things up from some muggles in his hometown.

Snape doesn’t want kids and never has. He actually despises the idea of children in general as he gets enough of them through being a teacher and he knows he would lose his temper too easily even to consider having children. However, if he ends up having children whether it is because his partner wants them or it’s accidental or whatever, he will do his best to be a great dad for them.

#snape headcanon #severus snape headcanon #severus snape #pro snape #snapedom #some of these are just shitposts lol #don't ever take me too serious #as always you are allowed to respectfully disagree with my opinions

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midnight-moonlight-and-mars · 8 months

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Windowpane Part 9

A/N: Aaaand we're back! It feels good to get back to this series and clear the cobwebs. I hope you enjoy and thx for reading!💘 - K

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Previously...

When he looked back at Y/n, she was staring too. Like him, she was recovering from last night’s fever dream. Their eyes meeting caused the feeling to wash over and pull them towards each other. Despite the pleasantness of the sensation, their minds simultaneously thought something different.

“Shit.”

To be continued...

Y/n quickly averted her eyes from his and proceeded to pretend she didn’t notice him. Which eventually became impossible when Klaus was suddenly standing right next to her.

“Morning, love. Mind explaining all...” Klaus gestured towards the mess of furniture and building material before him. “...this?”

“This is all for some work I am doing on the property. There’s a barn about a quarter of a mile down the road that needs some repairs as well as a fishing port in Bayou Annie. I have a special project for the barn house on the side, but it’s not my priority at the moment.”

“Certainly sounds busy...” Klaus hinted that all of this seemed like a grand distraction and unbeknownst to him, he was right.

“Well, it is a bit of a chore, but it’s something I enjoy doing at least. And some friends of mine will be here visiting in about a month or so, and I want to be prepared.”

“Friends? And here I thought you were a swamp hermit luring handsome travelers, like myself, to their untimely death.” Klaus seriously thought this at some point but it makes for a good 'joke'.

“I wish!” Y/n laughed. “It would make sense but honestly, that’s a lot of effort just leading to more effort, all for something I don’t benefit from. Trust me though it was on my list for career choices.”

Klaus offered to help Y/n organize all the chaos strewn across her lawn. It was already partially done, but the help was appreciated. After a few moments passed, the rest of the family joined the effort as well.

As they were finishing arranging everything, out of nowhere Y/n grew uneasy. Her breath became shallow, and her thoughts started to become foggy and disorganized. It was like the feeling, but maliciously turned sour.

Instinctively Y/n grabbed on to the nearest thing to keep herself from falling and to make sure the world wasn’t actually spinning. The nearest thing just so happened to be Klaus.

Y/n could feel a presence surrounding her, but she could barely make out her surroundings. Slowly lowering herself to the ground, Y/n just closed her eyes and waited for it to pass. That's when everything went blank.

When she tried to open her eyes again, it was still dark. Y/n could no longer feel anything around her, and the ringing in her ears subsided. As this stillness descended, a chorus of whispering voices came through.

“Follow the water...Two... Swim...” The voices grew louder and began to overlap, all repeating different things. The ringing in her ears came back from the deafening volume of their voices, allowing Y/n to release herself from their trance.

Y/n opened her eyes to find herself still standing, and no one seemed to notice that she was out of it. She seemed to still be in one piece, and the cause of the hallucination wasn’t apparent. Y/n stared at Klaus, whom she thought she had grabbed onto, but he wasn’t within reach at all.

What did it mean? What was she supposed to do with it?

Dusting herself off, Y/n collected her thoughts and took a deep breath.

It never happened as far as she was concerned.

After the work was done outside, everyone gathered inside for a home-cooked meal. Talking with all of them came easily. Y/n couldn’t help but study each of them. Their movements, the way they interacted with each other, and the way they presented themselves. It was fascinating to see how individually unique they were, but how well they all fit together. Y/n flushed at the realization of how much she fit too.

When they all finished their plates, the light-hearted conversation and funny stories turned into goodbyes for the day. Each one filed out of the door and went their separate ways for the rest of the afternoon. Except for one.

Klaus lingered in the living room slowly pacing the floor and scanning over some of the pictures on the wall.

“You can sit if you want. It seems like you want to talk.” Y/n gestured to the furnishings around them and took a seat on the love seat next to her. Klaus settled across from her and still didn’t look comfortable.

“I wanted to apologize for my mother’s behavior the other night. Usually, it is Elijah or me she berates with her witch-y nonsense. I will do everything in my power to ensure it doesn't happen again." Klaus didn't care much for his mother's warnings. He had heard similar ones past and present.

"Actually there's no need. She made me realize how little I know of my past. I had no way to refute anything she said because I'm not actually sure what's true and what isn't. Which is why I actually want to speak to her again…"

To say Klaus was shocked would be an understatement. His first instinct would be to say no, but could he deny Y/n a key to her mysterious past? He too was curious to hear what more his mother had to say about his new friend, but at what cost?

“I wouldn’t bother. That witch cannot be trusted. My mother always is scheming against her own family and would destroy all of us if she had the chance. Nothing she says should be trusted. If she just so happens to claim otherwise, there is always a price to be paid.” Klaus hated the idea of his mother getting close to Y/n, and wanted to prevent her from making the mistake of trusting his mother like he did.

“I have had no one else ever recognize me the way she did, and I never met her before that day. I’ve never had family growing up, no one to explain to me what I am and where I came from. If you can find someone else that knows as much or more than your mother I am all ears.” Y/n stood firm. She couldn’t let an opportunity to know more about herself pass her by.

Klaus stood in silence for a moment. He knew he couldn’t let her near his mother, but who was he to stand in the way? These feelings of wanting answers with nowhere to turn he was all too familiar with. His mother can’t be the only solution to the mystery of her past…

“As much as my mother would like to think so, she isn’t the only one with answers. Her mistake was giving us a name of the coven you were from. Someone is bound to have the answers you seek love and I tend to help you find them. And I know exactly where to start looking.”

#klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #klaus x reader #vampire #the vampire diaries #the originals #not marvel #elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson

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