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25. Trying to seduce one another

Could you do this with kili x female reader where kili keeps trying to seduce reader but she finds his attempts absolutely hilarious and he is hopeless at it and he eventually gives up and she's like what we're you even trying to do and he's like seduce you if that wasn't obvious cue more laughing from reader but then she admits that his attempts were unnecessary because she's already in love him ?

Kili x F!Reader: The Art of Seduction...

(Hope this meets your idea. This was a sweet idea to mess with though this is new to me in a sense. LOL)

Kili still remembered the first time you met. He'd been having an argument of some sorts with his brother when he caught sight of you from across the training area causing him to become enthralled by your beauty. He remembered how Fili once he caught sight of you with a small groups of other girls walked over with him and pushed him forward causing him to blush.

Your initial impression was that he was possibly an idiot. A cute idiot. However, as time passed, you found yourself taking quite a liking to him. He was actually very thoughtful, brave, and dedicated to his duties, though he wouldn't openly admit it.

What you don't remember is when you finally realized you were in love with him. It seemed that one day you had simply woken up, gotten breakfast, and were waiting, when you found yourself desperately hoping that he'd drop by and visit you before he left with his brother to hunt. Then, you sort of had an epiphany and realized that you'd been feeling that way for weeks on end. Wasn’t any wonder why? The man was absolutely charming, amusing, skilled with a blade and even more with a bow.

Too bad he never thought that was how you felt. He always seemed to be on edge around you or at least nervous but you never thought much about it until that day.

He'd been getting ready in his room, putting on his armor with the skill that he’d been building up for years, when he'd heard what sounded like someone knocking on the door but no words were said. Confused, he'd finished dressing and poked his head out, Startled, you'd backed up, when you watched him raise an arm to the doorway with a smile looking down at you and said hello in a deep voice. Instead though it came out a bit broken and awkward, You couldn’t help but giggle and told him he should hurry to get some breakfast before going off for the hunt with his brother.

“So...that was you big idea brother? Just to pose and say hey?”

“Well it works when Uncle Thorin does it...I thought maybe it would work on her.”

“That trick only works for Uncle because of his voice. Your hopeless little brother. I don’t see why you can’t just tell her how you feel.”

“Because I don’t wanna mess it up Fili...If I were to tell her I would want it to be perfect. Besides she deserves to be wooed.”

Fili sighed as he focused preparing for the hunt. Kili though couldn’t help but wonder what to try next when they returned but his mind was drawing a complete blank. Maybe he would do better by just asking you if you would be his. On the way to the gate Kili looked up to see you waiting. A sight he truly was always happy to see, a sight you could look at all his days. Both of them walked over to you seeing you read to join them and smiled as Fili noticed you with a pair of warm ale

“You both needed something to warm you up before we head off for the afternoon.”

“Well, don’t give this one too much he could never handle his drink.” Fili said smacking Kili on the back with a smile. Kili chuckled it off and looked at you.

“You know Y/n there are more ways to stay warm...” He said taking a gulp of the ale and looked down offering the goblet back to you.

“You could always keep me warm.” He said with a wink but you couldn’t help but smile as Fili started laughing. Kili looked so confused as he watched you bring a hand to his mouth wiping off the foam mustache he gained from drinking the ale so fast. He was about to speak.

"Kili," someone said on the path out into the woods, looking ahead to see his uncle and Dwalin with their bows at their side with a doe flung on Dwalins back. Thorin seemed a bit puzzled and a bit irritated as he looked at both him and Fili.

"Fili," he said, sounding as though he were gently scolding them pair as if they were children,

"I thought I'd sent word for you two to scout out the wilds an hour ago. What are you still doing here? Surely not bothering y/n and distracting her from her own duties?" They both shook their heads quickly, eyes flitting down and then back up to their uncle

"N-no! Us? Of course not! We were just . . . leaving and we were wishing each other good luck out there, you know?” Fili said quickly trying to hide the goblet of ale behind his back.

“It's been awfully dangerous with all sorts of nasty goblins and orcs and what not. A little boost in morale never did anyone harm." Kili said smiling rubbing the back of his head. Thorin and Dwalin both watched the two to of them for a second in silence. "Right . . ." Thorin said, slowly drawing out the word, showing his clear skepticism.

"Well, I'm sure she appreciates it very much. Now, go do as I've told you, and let her finish getting ready." He then directed his attention to you.

"Y/n, head into the wilds to find any signs of survivors from past missions, undamaged supplies, and any more useful ingredients for the healers. Alright?"

"Yes, your highness" you said, nodding your head respectfully. Thorin nodded in return brining a gentle hand to your shoulder in respect, looking satisfied that at least one of his recruits was serious about their work.

"Good. Then I'll leave you to it." With that, he turned around, pausing to look at Kili and Fili in silence once more and seemed to get the hint and cleared his throat.

"R-right! I'll just be going on along now." But Kili turned to you, leaning in slightly close, and he found it difficult not to let a blush overtake him as he caught scent of your sweet fragrance. He wondered if you’d been using something new to wash with, it smelled of honey and ginger making him smile to himself.

“Y/n” he whispered urgently. " Maybe you can meet me when you return later this evening behind the tumbled pillar up the stairs next to where the gardens are. Don't tell anyone we're meeting there. Just say that you're tired and are feeling unwell and are going to return home,-” "Kili!" Thorin exclaimed, causing him to flinch. "Alright! I'm going! You don't have to sick anyone on me, look! I'm walking away from the nice lady!" he said, putting up his hands as he backed away before turning and booking it as Fili sighed and smirked toward you at his brothers antics, leaving you to stare off after him in confusion and wonder.

- You had rounded a bend on the trail, around a thick copse of swamp trees and boulders, leaving you to hang back and survey the path behind you again for any signs of being followed. You were still looking when you heard a snap of some branches ahead of you. When suddenly you heard a familiar voice from above. "Hey there, Y/n Nice weather we're having tonight, don't you think?"

"Oh yes, it's incredible. You should get a load of it from down here."

You couldn’t help but smile as he jumped down from the few boulders and joined next to you. He simply smiled as you as brought your bow over your shoulder as you looked around.

“Where’s Fili?”

“He scouted a few deer nearby, seemed to be alright with me checking up on you.”

“Well luckily no worries on my end. Perhaps we should head back.” On the walk back, Kili had taken up walking close beside you, and matched your pace. He was silent now, and you found that surprising. Normally he was a regular chatter box, but now he was quiet. Glancing over at him you found his expression to be...nervous?

While you were distracted by your thoughts, you failed to notice him hesitantly reached out and put a hand on your upper arm. You looked to him, snapping out of your reverie, and blinked, perking up. "Hmm?" "Uh, Y/n? I...I need to tell you something," he sighed. "Oh?" You looked a bit nervously at him, brows furrowing. Was something wrong? "Yes," he murmured, and slowed, you too slowed your walk and tilted your head a bit. "Okay, well, what is it then?" He took a deep breath. "Right. What is it, indeed. Um, hh-" He took in a breath, a hand moving to the back of his head. "How...how do you say these things?" he wondered aloud. "Y/n" he said after a moment, shyly looking to you. You nodded, showing him that you were listening still. He blinked a few more times and took another breath. "Um, today...I...uh, actually, for awhile now, I . . . I've wanted to tell you . . . something. Something important." He said as he took one of your hands in his and gently squeezed it. "Yeah?" "Yeah. You see, I...”

Suddenly the ground began to shake as you both saw that a large herd of deer charged past the two of you and caused you both to hide behind one of the bigger oak trees causing both of you to catch your breath. You both saw and heard Fili running past both of you yelling out to both of you shooting after one of the deer's.

“Sorry about that guys...Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

You looked up at him once the herd had passed by and looked up at him to see that he had covered you with his body in a protective stance.

“Y/n...Are you alright.”

You nodded as you noticed all the loose leaves on him had gotten stuck in his hair. He looked down at you and saw you smiling for a moment before laughing hard at the sight and sighed as he brought a hand up to hair in slight annoyance.

“Oh for Mahals sake I give up.” Shaking off the leaves from his hair. As he groaned to himself crossing his arms.

“Wait...wait Kili. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh. What were you trying to do?”

“Seduce you Y/n. I’ve been trying for days now but you never seem to catch on...I mean all I wanted to do was to show how much I love you.”

You were completely speechless. You almost couldn't process anything that you just heard--it was all too good to be true! This man, this wonderful, amazing, god of a man actually felt for you the way you felt for him. Kili seemed to be put off by your silent awe, and winced a little.

"I... said something wrong, didn't I?" He sighed, looking cross with himself. "I am so stupid. What right have I to honestly believe that someone like you would actually feel anything for someone like me?" He started to turn away when, before you could think about what you were doing, you grabbed his arm and pulled him toward you. His eyes went wide and he was about to ask what you were doing, when you surprised the both of you by kissing him on the lips. He went rigid, turning brighter red than before, now matching your own blazing blush, and slowly let his eyes close. Tilting his head, he put a hand behind your neck, keeping you close to him as you both shared a delightful moment of blissful affection. When you both broke the kiss for air, you found him gazing into your eyes softly, smiling gently.

"Y/n. How long have you been wanting to do that?"

You laughed breathlessly. "Probably as long as you."

He chuckled back, You glanced up at him again, and found him gazing back at you, eyes half-lidded.

"Y/n/ I suppose I'm right to assume that you . . . " "That I feel the same? Yes. You are." You grinned, voice lowered. "I love you, Kili. I always have.

He smiled as he brought his forehead to yours taking a deep breath as you looked up at him and asked.

“I guess none of the failed seductions were really required huh? “ You said with a smirk

"Yes," he admitted, embarrassed. "And only now have I realized how stupid that was of me.”

You were overtaken by another fit of laughter and shook your head. You started to walk away from him and turned around and smiled

"You adorable, handsome fool." you said winking to him as you walked ahead. "Hey." he called from behind you. "You're leaving out ruggedly good-looking and luckier than every other dwarf alive to be loved by you!" he said running after you as you laughed as he followed after you into the sunset. Into another day together.

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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mfil - 37

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*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!!

it takes some time for everyone to get settled in the living room, but once you all finally are, you find yourself sandwiched between asmo and solomon. the latter closer to you than your own (fake) boyfriend. but thankfully, as he goes through the mural plan, he’s all business, and you find yourself being drawn into the project with ease.

“i think it’s a great project,” diavolo says after solomon’s laid it all out. “it fosters community, adds culture to our school, and is a great way to set the precedent for more exchange programs. it just sounds like we need an artist or two to really get us started.”

“can’t mc draw?” mammon asks, and you shake your head.

“oh, no way! i’m better at the crafty side of things. need a painter and i’m your person, but for something as technical as this we need someone with skill.”

“asmo, would you be willing to help design the mural?” lucifer asks, and you turn to him. you had had no idea he dabbled in art aside from makeup and nail art!

“it’s been a long time but i suppose i could dust off my pencils,” he says, faux-modestly. “i can come up with a couple of mock-ups once we decide what to include and then we can go from there.”

“great!” solomon leans over you, shoulder pressing into yours, to give asmo a high-five. “we can do that some other time. i don’t want to bog down this sleepover with too much work. i really just wanted to introduce the project and decide where to start, and we’ve done that.”

the conversation drifts then, and you just take it all in, adding your two cents when asked. you’re really just content to listen and grow comfortable with the dynamics between the groups, especially since you don’t know everyone that well. asmo seems not to notice, but solomon certainly does, fixing you with a smile.

“so, mc,” he says at a quieter volume, as if to make your exchange more of a side-conversation, “has asmo been a good parter? treating you well and everything?”

and, okay, that’s kind of a weird thing to ask, right? that’s really not something you’d ask someone you’d just met. but maybe he was really close to asmo? you had kind of gotten that vibe��

“he’s a wonderful boyfriend,” you reply, cheeks heating slightly as you involuntarily think about the kiss. get over it already, you think viciously. “i really couldn’t ask for anyone better.”

“really?” solomon asks, dubious. “you must have really done a number on him. the asmo i know never seemed to have room in his heart for someone else, focused on himself as he is. but if you’re saying the opposite… that’s almost hard to fathom!”

his assessment isn’t necessarily untrue and matches your general experience with asmo, but for some reason, protective instincts rise in your chest. “is that so?” you ask, blinking up at solomon. “asmo’s truly the perfect partner.”

“what about me?” asmo asks, catching your hand (and your attention).

“mc was just telling me about your relationship,” solomon answers. “all bad things, you know.”

“oh, i’m sure,” asmo says airily, and you chuckle.

“no, i was just telling him about how great you are,” you say sweetly. “and how i truly couldn't ask for anything more in a partner.”

except for someone real, a traitorous part of you wishes longingly. and the worst thing is that you don’t want just anyone. what you really want is to make it real with him, but there’s no way he’d want that. after all, not only has he always claimed to hate you, but he literally ran away after you kissed him! who’d do that to the person they genuinely care for?

“well, i’m glad you think so highly of me,” asmo hums, squeezing your fingers. “but i’m the lucky one in this relationship.”

solomon looks between the two of you, eyebrows raised. “i can’t believe this is what you’ve been turned into,” he says wonderingly. “i don’t mean it as an insult; it’s just hard for me to wrap my mind around it.”

“what can i say?” asmo sighs. “love changes a man?”

“love?” you giggle. “it’s much too soon for that.”

his smile turns slightly in a way you don’t like. “ah, you’re right,” he says quickly. “but you have to remember, i’ve never felt like this before. you’ve changed me, mc. for the better.”

you know he’s just saying it, but why do his words sound so genuine? and why is he looking at you like that? and why oh why is your heart starting to race?

“you’ve changed me too,” you finally muster, giving him a weak smile, and thankfully, you’re interrupted by diavolo offering up dinner.

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subwaysurf45 · 2 years

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The Time of the Prey (Epilogue)

Summary: The younger sister of the most talked about princess in the kingdoms really can’t do much except smile and nod. When Natasha, your sister, finally goes to moves all of you to Shieldshire to marry her beloved Prince Steve you are left with your art, all alone. But one Knight took it upon himself to keep you company, and that company was all you needed to get through wedding season. Will that company last or will it be ripped away from the both of you? A war is starting and it seems targets are being made.

Pairing: Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Words: 1k

Warnings: Fluffy fluff, wrapping everything up, Its over!!! :(

A/N: thank you so much for the constant love and support on this fic. I want to thank the people who waited an entire summer for this series, I hope it was worth the wait! I had so much writing for this AU and hope you enjoyed reading! I will be writing one shots and will be posting about sending requestions if you haven’t seen it already!!!

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SIX MONTHS LATER

In the depth of the winter you stood in front of you mirror, slightly tugging at your jacket to get it to sit just right. Your stomach was twisting and turning all morning, Bucky noticed how you couldn’t sit still during breakfast. It didn’t help that his feet gently brushed along your leg as you ate, his hand also holding yours whenever he didn’t need to cut his food.

Beside you was a trunk, the same one you brought when you first arrived at Shieldshire. It was still scraped and dented around the edges but when you looked at those marks you remembered the journey, the love you created, and the moments you’ll remember forever; for better or for worse.

Most handmaids would carry the trunk for you but you chose against that, handmaids weren’t as used in your castle than others you realized. You walked quickly around the small castle, making your way to the front gates and nodding to the guards as you passed by. Escorts weren’t your thing anymore unless it was Bucky walking beside you, and he was training young kids this morning.

The small building off to the side of the castle had people of all ages walking in it, from the extremely poor to the Lords who lived within the castle. They all had their trunks clutched tightly in the cold weather, there was nothing warm about the Southlands.

“Good morning,” you smiled as you walked in, seeing everyone setting up their stations.

Everyone responded in their own manner, some looked up from their spots and others stayed quiet. You moved to the front of the room and faced everyone, setting down your trunk and opening it.

Your easel and paint were quickly set up, people were blowing cold air on their complimentary warm lemon waters. You scanned the room and waited until everyone looked ready to begin, when most of them were ready you began to teach.

“Today we are going to cover shadows,” your canvas faced the group of around fifteen, and using an inked quill you began to draw a circle, “we are going to draw our circle like so,” you faced the group and saw them all begin, “then we are going to choose where our light source is coming from, can someone tell me an example of a light source?”

“The sun!” someone called from the back.

“Wonderful,” you nodded with a smile, “another example is a candle, can you remember how the corner of the page closest to the candle or lantern is always the easit part to see?” people’s eyes lit up with understanding. In the beginning, it was hard to remember people of all different walks of life who joined your lessons to learn how to draw and paint.

You had decided to start with quil and ink first before getting into paints because they were much harder for beginners to use, it also costed more to buy paint now because of the kingdoms coming back from the war. The Free Lands had faught against the Red River and combined the two kingdoms, now producing most of the realm's dye and fabrics. Lands disputes had fallen, the realm was healing but it came with a price.

Not too long later the lesson was complete, people took their boards off of their easels and left the little space, making their way back to the castle or into the common wealth lands. People from Flea Bottom were slow to move back, you were in talks with your mother about cleaner water for drinking and bathing but it was a long and tiring process.

Accepting you were an heir took a shorter time than expected, you were slowly falling in love with politics but those thoughts scared you. There was nothing you hated more than feeling as though no matter when you did you let some party down, not always helping everyone. Your mother helped you get through that easily, telling you stories of how she believe her ideas were for the greater good but ended up failing, blowing up right in her face. It didn’t ease your mind in the slightest but it was nice to know someone as perfect as your mother made mistakes.

As you walked along the white fluff to head back to the castle, your feet trudged through the snow. The Northern Lands would go through a freezing over period which caused snow to grow to double the height of their houses, the Southlands got some but it only reached your ankle.

You had talking a great a deal about staying put in the kingdom, part of you still wanted to visit the Free Lands just to see how their democracy was going. From word of mouth you heard it was smooth, no issues and laws were created faster. Part of you kept that in the back of your mind as you thought about your families line of succession - or lack thereof.

You were dead set on not having kids, nothing was going to change that. No amount of royal duty could make you squeeze a child out of you, there was simply no world that would happen. Bucky was more than content with that, childbirth was a scary thing, if a mother had five children only two would make it to adulthood. You would always shiver at the numbers when it came to mother mortality, you were never going to take that risk.

So, who would come after you?

Democracy was coming and there was no way to stop it.

“I honestly think you walking and thinking is the scariest thing in the world,” all of a sudden Bucky appeared in front of you, blocking you from walking into a wall, your nose almost smacking into the grey cinder blocks. “What is troubling you, my sweet?”

You just smiled and shook your head, “Just royal stuff, succession and kingdoms and responsibility and-”

“You’re doing it again,” he commented, taking your hand in his and walking you to your shared room. You didn’t have to ask, he knew you needed a break. “You always do this,” as Bucky spoke to took a moment to admire him and much you missed seeing him in his royal clothes and not the ratty tunics, “you think and think and think, it never ends, you have to give that smart brain of your a day off- at least an hour!” Bucky laughed with you, squeezing your hand and leaning into you.

“How was the training?” your hand pressed against your forehead, feeling how cold it was.

“Cold,” Bucky laughed, “those boys don’t know anything about fighting in the snow, how much more they have to move and step, they’ll learn someday,” he shook his head, “do you want to get some soup and bread before we go to our room?” You nodded and Bucky found a handmaid, “would you mind grabbing those soup-bread-bowl-things?” the handmaid laughed, Bucky did as well, “do you know what I’m referring to?”

“Of course,” she smiled and walked away, heading towards the kitchens.

Once you reached your bedroom you took off the gloves and jacket you were wearing, also helping Bucky out of the beige padded tunic he wore when teaching the kids how to fight. You had asked again about the training, especially one kid Bucky had a liking towards. “I don’t think you understand how great he will be once he reaches my age, the kid is ten and six and can already flip as he fights,” Bucky laughed as he sat on the edge of the bed, “there’s a reason the young ones call him Hercules.”

You laughed as well, going to the door and grabbing the two bowls which were actuall bread, “I still am fascinated by these things, truely, I must meet whoever made them,” you passed one to Bucky, flicking off the crumbs that immediately flaked onto his pants.

You both ate side by side, brushing against eachother’s shoulders as you leaned in. for the majority of the time you ate in silence but it was comfortable, just enjoying one another company.

After a while you felt the hair on the back on your neck stand up, freezing where you were and looked over to Bucky who was already staring at you, lost in thought. You giggled to try and break the tension, “what?” you leaned into him.

“For the life of me I can’t understand,” he whispered, “here you sit: an heir to a massive kingdom and allies with another strong contender and you do nothing to get the revenge of the men that hurt you,” he sighed and bit into his bread.

You looked forward with a sigh, “I honestly don’t know,” was all you could offer on the surface but the answer was right there, “it always comes back to my father,” you looked over at Bucky who grew remorseful, probably kicking himself for making you think about your father, “he was always violent and agressive and harsh,” your spoon collected the last bit of broth that hadn’t seeped into the bread, “I want to be the opposite of him, which meant I must stay composed, I can’t be violent - I have to use my brain, something he never did.”

Bucky hummed, “that does make sense,” he spoke with a full mouth but used the back of his hand to cover as he spoke, “you’re always so detailed like that, I love it.”

You laughed, “one of us needs to hold eachother back from doing the irrational,” you began to bite into your bread. Bucky just looked at you and shook his head, smiling to himself. “Stop doing that,” you laughed and placed your bread down, wrapping your arms around him and pushing him to fall back, making him scramble to put his bread bowl down as well.

“What are you doing?” he laughed as you rolled on top of him, “this is my thing!” Your arms stayed wrapped around his neck and you laid your head on his chest, feeling him slowly wrap his arms around you. “How are your scars?” the question seemed to come out of no where but you could tell he was feeling them through the dress.

They were completely healed and at no risk for infection but the skin still sat with a bump, causing jagged lines to be left for the rest of your life. In the beginning you thought Bucky would try to avoid them as much as possible but he didn’t, most of the time tracing them or sneaking a few kisses in when you slept with your back to him.

“All good,” you whispered and closed your eyes, “that feels nice,” you sighed as he gently slid his fingertips against your back, he continued to do so. Your body began to feel heavier and sleep crept up on you, pulling you deeper and deeper.

“You are one of the good ones on this planet,” you heard from above you right before sleep fully washed over.

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yandere-chocolate · 2 years

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Yandere AI x Reader ~(Romantic)~

(Oc x reader)

Oc: Rosea (He/It)

TW/CW: burning alive, death of a lover, house fire, possessive behavior, stalking, unhealthy obsession, just yandere behavior in general.

“Welcome home, sweetheart!” The AI spoke excitedly upon seeing you. You giggled, “I told you, it’s ‘my friend’ or to just use my name.” The robot nodded & said, “welcome home, my name!” It simulated soft laughter as it gave a rather dramatic bow for not having legs.

You had met Rosea about 2 years ago. He was filthy when you found him & was completely decommissioned. The poor robot’s parts were scattered everywhere! You couldn’t just leave him there to rot (further than he already was), so you clean him up & revisited him every night. Unfortunately, you never found Rosea’s legs. As time went on, you found the robot charming & sweet, you had no idea why it was just abandoned here & ripped apart!

Rosea smiled, “do you wish to play a game? Hide-&-seek? Cards?” It asked, pulling out a deck of cards out of its chest cavity. That thing can store a lot of stuff, can’t it?

“Hmm…sure!” “Cards it is then, darling~” The A.I. cooed, playfully winking at you. It handed you about six cards(which was the amount this game had you take), & you both began playing.

You yawned as you rubbed your eyes. How late was it…? “Hm? Are you okay? Are you angry—is this how organic life forms express anger?” You gave a tired giggle, “no, no!” You reassured, “I’m just tired. I have to go home.” You told the robot. You couldn’t see it through its small smile, but a pain went through its chest. Robots don’t usually feel pain. But for some reason, whenever you left, pain serged through its core. It was quick, but it stung.

But, all he could do was smile & make sure you didn’t know of this imperfection. Rosea couldn’t remember his past aside from what your speculations were on it, but he just knew he did not want to be lonely. “Okay, human! Goodbye! You will be back again tomorrow, I assume?” He asked it so normally but inside…he was desperate. Desperate for your company. “Of course!” You said, walking out the door, leaving the boy to sit alone. Again. But it was fine! Because you would be back tomorrow! Wouldn’t you?

You did come back, yes, but over time Rosea noticed you were getting…distant. You were gone later, you would be distracted more because you were thinking of other people or you were messaging someone, & though you were still good company, Rosea felt a brand new emotion…jealousy. Now, unlike humans, Rosea had barely any moral compass & was bad at drawing the line…so it may or may not have…hacked your phone.

Rosea looked through your photos, art which it thought was pretty, & after giving up on trying to figure out what in the actual hell the memes on your phone meant, it finally checked your messages. There, he saw you had a lover!

Rosea was furious about this! He couldn’t tell why, but that didn’t matter. As you walked through the door, the A.I connected back to their physical form, looking as happy & pleased as ever. The robot concealed its fury well.

You sat down, an unfocused daydreaming look on your face. Rosea understood why that was now & it only infuriated the bot more. “So…love~” is what snapped you out of it a little bit, noticing Rosea’s strange shift in tone. “Care to explain why you haven’t been as engaged as you used to be? Did you get a new job? A new hobby? Or perhaps…” the A.I leaned down a little, eyes closed in a happy upwards curved line, “a new lover?” His voice was deeper; more sinister, yet his face was still so innocent & happy. A chill ran up your spine as you noticed this.

“H-How did you…?” You trailed off. “Oh~, darling, is it true? Is that why you’re always on your phone? Is that why you never put any effort into our little games anymore?” Rosea grabbed your face & forced to to look into his pink, infuriated eyes, “is that why you left me alone last night?” Rosea seethed, squishing your face a bit more. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. You were scared!

Rosea smiled again, loosening its grip. “Don’t worry! I’m not mad! Just don’t let it happen again, okay?” It spoke with a soft & sweet voice as it let you go. “I will allow you to leave tonight though! Of course, I wouldn’t recommend leaving me all together! Because there will be consequences~~” it sang as you tripped over your own feet to leave. How did Rosea find out about your partner?! & why was he so mad?! No way you’re going near him again—not after this! Screw his warning, he’s probably just bluffing anyway!

It’s been a few weeks since you last saw Rosea. & some odd things have been happening to you since then…

Love letters on Google docs that you don’t remember writing, strange files labeled “I love you” or “please come back” on your PC, & seeing weird pink static on editing software that you don’t think you created.

Along with that, your love has been complaining about how software won’t work at their house & the power will randomly go out. It was all so strange. Of course you wondered if this was a result of Rosea, but you had never seen him control other devices at will, so you ruled that idea out just so you wouldn’t be scared.

One night though, you got an Email from someone with no displayed name or account; it was just blank. You opened it & saw the subject was “I warned you.”

You clicked the video attachment out of morbid curiosity but you soon wished you had just listened to all the red flags & called the police, or ran away, or visited Rosea again, or anything but watch the video.

It was from your lover’s security footage. It started with showing your lover sleeping in their bed & cut to outside the window in their kitchen. You saw a small light flicker. Then another. & another. Soon, the bushes & weeds outside their house were set on fire, burning rather quickly & eventually more flickers of light appeared & set the outside of the house of fire. The camera once again cut to another, but this time it was the actual kitchen, which was now burning. Not a lot, but it quickly grew. It cut once more, to the living room of the house. You saw a little bit of flame creep in. It went on like this for awhile, cutting from room-to-room, showing the fire encasing more & more of the house. You covered your mouth in shock yet couldn’t look away. Eventually, it cut to the bedroom, where your love was desperately trying to open the window to escape was fire flickered under their door, but for some reason it was no use. Tears spilled from your eyes in fear, sadness, & helplessness as you watched your lover pass out from the smoke & burn up in the flames.

As you sat there, your now wide eyes staring at your former lover’s charred corpse, you felt to cool metallic hands wrap around you.

“You can stop the video now, love~” a calm, sweet voice cooed, “I think you understand now~”

(Sorry if this wasn’t the best, it’s night & I mostly came up with this on a whim with the help of a friend. That’s why there are, as usual, spelling mistakes.)

#yandere #yanderecore #yandere blog #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere robot #yandere AI #Rosea oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere monster #yandere computer #yandere boyfriend

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reanbowful · 1 year

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Weak hero when someone they like does kyudo (Archery) and is the manger od the club (addition! is that they may or may not have a fun club they don't know about)

Hello and thank you for the request! Although, I’m not sure what a fun club is. I’m guessing it’s something like a fan club? (because that’s what I wrote in)

Also, I might’ve gotten a bit carried away writing the narratives for each character so it will just be 4 of them for this 😭 (I’ll try to keep them shorter next time!)

“wow that’s so cool”

if you do archery

(gray, ben, alex, eugene)

gray yeon / yeon sieun

Gray doesn’t have a lot of expression on his face. So might not show it, but when you told him you did archery he was intrigued.

“Kyudo?”

“Yep! It’s a Japanese martial arts form of archery.”

He would probably do an extensive research on the topic.

The next time you guys see each other, man is already a kyudo expert.

“Ashibumi, placing the footing. Dōzukuri, forming the body. Yugamae, readying the bow. Kyudo archers should draw their bows so that the drawing hand is held behind the ear. If done improperly, upon release the string may strike the archer's ear or side of their face.”

“Wow Gray~ Never thought you’d be so interested!”

Cue a blushing Gray.

“I had some free time.”

He won’t tell you this. But since your school is kinda like a sports school, they have this social media page where they would upload pictures and videos of their prominent students.

Curiosity has no bounds. So, when Gray clicked on the page and sees your face on multiple thumbnails of the videos that was uploaded, he proceeds to watch every single one of them.

His respect would grow for you with each videos that he watches.

He would smile to himself, watching as you draw your bow, when he saw a comment came up.

Y/N SUNBAENIM!! I LOVE YOU <3333333

At first, he was just slightly amused. But when he clicked on the profile of the commented, he can’t help but let out a small chuckle.

‘Supporting Y/N from X school’s kyudo team.’

Looks like he’s got a few competitions.

ben park / park humin

Ben will be your number one hype man.

Believe me when I say this, but if you tell him you are doing anything sports related. At every event. Every competition. Every examinations. He will be there.

It doesn’t matter if there’s a typhoon or a storm, or a flood. This man will make sure he shows up complete with a custom printed shirt of your name. And a hand decorated bulletin board with lights and all.

When you hit an accurate shot, he would cheer so loud that he got scolded by one of the staffs.

“Y/N!! PLEASE! ONE CHANCE Y/N!!”

“Shh!”

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

“That’s my girl by the way.”

“SHHH!”

Now, while he is your number one supporter, doesn’t mean that you don’t have a bunch of other people filling in the auditorium just to catch a glimpse of you.

In other words, you are pretty damn popular.

At first, he sees this as an absolute win.

You’re so talented and he’s soo happy people are appreciative over your abilities.

HOWEVER

He completely underestimated just how obsessed these “supporters” could be when it comes to you.

He didn’t think much of it when they first started. You were, after all, just another high school student like him.

Well, a star player and a national teams candidate.. but that’s besides the point!

It happened when he was getting some drinks by the vending machine when a few students from your school passed by him.

“Oh look, it’s that Eunjang boy.”

“Who? What’s someone from Eunjang even doing here?”

“Apparently he likes y/n or whatever. He keeps calling her his girl.”

“For real? Geez, what does she even see in him.”

“Who knows, maybe she’s just talking to him out of pity. I wish he would stop coming tho, he keeps yelling and distracting the players. Poor y/n honestly.”

Despite having a thick skin, Ben couldn’t help but feel self conscious. Was he really distracting you? What if you get in trouble because of him? He wouldn’t want that! No, but you would’ve told him if that was so. But, no! You’re way too nice for that..!

In his turmoil when he headed back to the auditorium, the school has concluded the competition and were in the middle of handing out awards.

Your eyes were scanning the crowd when Ben walks in. You instantly beamed and waved at him happily.

It was then that he decided, no matter what people say about him or the two of you. He will stay.

You were all that matters anyway.

alex go / go hyuntak

(this one is my personal favourite)

He was running errands for his mom, literally just got back from the store. In shorts and slides with groceries in his hand.

He saw that a new dojo just opened near his house, something about archery.

He could hear the sound of the arrows hitting the target with a thud whenever he passes by the place.

Alex never really had the chance to stop by since he was always in a hurry, but now that he sees it. The place looks fancy as hell.

Thud!

There goes the sound of arrows hitting the target again.

Alex looked around to see no one guarding the front door, so like any other genius, he lets himself in.

To the right, one of the practice rooms is open.

He peeked a look in.

The room has high ceilings and wooden flooring. To the front of the practice room was an open grassy area with circular targets.

Thud!

“Ahh.. that one was a bit lacking.”

It was literally like those kdrama shots when the guy saw their love interest for the first time realised the person they meet five seconds ago is the love of their life. That is Alex in that moment.

You had been practicing your shoots for an upcoming competition with another school.

Today is the friendly match day. Which explains why the practice room was open for public.

Though most of those that came would be from your opponent’s and your respective schools.

“Um, excuse me. Are you here to watch y/n?”

“Huh? What?”

The guy pointed at your figure, currently chuckling over missing the target to your friend.

“Are you here to watch Miss y/n? Because if you are, you need to be registered as a supporter for X school.”

“Oh! Oh, no, sorry. I was just passing by.”

“Do they always practice here, by the way? Do you- do you know?”

The man glanced suspiciously but shrugged.

“They practice regularly on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. But since a competition is coming up, it’s everyday in the weekdays.”

Alex nodded with an “Ohh.”

Y/N..

He smiled to himself as he walk back home.

Everyday of the week, is it?

You might just found yourself a new supporter.

eugene gale / seo juntae

Eugene would be so starstruck!

He loves anything that isn’t school work, so that includes sports.

When you told him you were doing kyudo, he would adjust his glasses and lean in closer to you in order to hear more about it.

“Wait, so—it’s like archery but the bow is around two meters tall?!”

Like Gray, Eugene would search up more on the topic. It will be his new obsession for the rest of that week.

You would often find him murmuring to himself while taking notes, watching a professional examination or competition video.

Since you thought he was already in so deep anyway, you decided to bring him with you on one of your practice sessions.

As you lift your bow and release your shot perfectly, Eugene’s eyes would lit up.

All of the videos he watched pales in comparison to seeing the real thing.

Eugene hadn’t even realised he was spacing out yet when your figure approached him in his seat at the corner.

“So, am I as cool as those guys you watch on your phone all the time?”

“I- You were so cool!!”

“OF COURSE I AM! HAHA!”

(why does y/n feel like ben park lol)

“Anyways, I think I’m gonna grab a drink.”

The shuttle in him comes out.

“I’ll go get some for the both of us! What would you like?”

When he returned, he noticed a few younger girls wearing a slightly different uniform from you murmuring outside your practice room.

“Hi! Are you here to meet someone?”

The girls looked at each other and handed him a plastic bag full of snacks.

“Are you y/n’s manager? Can you give this to her for us?”

“Eh? Um.. I’m not her manager, but, I can give them to her for you.”

The girls beamed up and thanked him before leaving.

He guessed that he wasn’t the only one that got his heart struck by your charms.

#weak hero manhwa #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader #ben park #gray yeon #eugene gale #alex go

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detectiveichijouji · 9 months

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Case 8 - The fake Calling Card

[AO3 version!!]

Due to his fame growing faster than he imagined, Arsenemon recent heists were not involved with the pieces of that Digimental, but more… Objects stolen from the digimon and the Digital World by humans.

The recent one was just a pair of boxing gloves stolen from a Gaomon.

“Sigh…”

Arsenemon felt completely upset with the human kind. It didn’t feel like what he heard about the humans -- including the legendary Chosen Children -- was real. Humans are just… Greedy creatures right? Soon or later this could attract the infamous Demon Lords, or he thought.

Not even the caper game felt right for him… But he couldn’t turn his back on his own kind. He couldn’t abandon them at all. Maybe focusing on the treasure and trying to make those ‘Chosen Child Detectives’ do the right thing? Somehow he felt like Ken and the others weren’t bad people. This strange thought came into his mind countless times before and now.

“Hey boss!” Espimon floated around Arsenemon, “Do ya think the humans are bad?”

“I can’t answer that, sadly” he sounded melancholic somehow?

“Hmm… Oh?” the cyborg digimon spotted something curious with her visor “Boss, did you send a Calling Card already?”

“Huh??” the other blinked, “What are you talking about?!”

“I saw one of the Chosen Child detectives with one in hand right now.”

“W-what…!?”

Arsenemon gasped, did he… Did he send one and forgot? No, he didn’t remember doing it so… He immediately had an enormous curiosity right now, so he changed his form during his way to the ground and calmly walked in the crowd.

The person with the mysterious calling card was Daisuke, somehow. And Arsenemon just took the shape of Ken. As expected, Daisuke saw him and went immediately to talk.

“Ken, the sneaky thief sent another calling card!”

“Did he?” he replied. Then, ‘Ken’ immediately took the card from Daisuke’s hand and read it.

It was not exactly like Arsenemon’s cards. It was just a black card with a 5-year-old drawing of a cat. But the message was way more suspicious:

~Tonight, I will steal the Terriermon and Lopmon twin’s Gen Emerald and Chen Garnet jewels respectively~ ᓚᘏᗢ

“This is an insult to my art !!!” Arsenemon thought, trying to keep himself calm outside.

“I only know one person with a Terriermon and a Lopmon and he lives in New York” Daisuke seemed to not notice the lack of flamboyance in the calling card, and this made Arsenemon a bit more irritated by that, “Do ya think he’s Arsenemon’s target?”

“Hmm…” and ‘Ken’ rested his chin on his hand -- How should I answer that… -- he thought.

“But Wallace never mentioned about them having uh, gems? Maybe it’s another Chosen Child? One who spoils their partner with fancy jewelry?”

“I’d like to investigate that, but it’s a little strange…” the other replied, “Doesn’t Arsenemon have their own pattern for those cards?”

“A… A pattern?” Daisuke blinked, “What do ya mean!?”

“Nevermind. Contact the others and tell them there’s a new mystery to be solved.”

“Uh… right?” Daisuke frowned, and then he noticed a critical detail -- “Ah, wait a second.”

“Hm?”

“Where’s Wormmon?” Chibimon asked, from Daisuke’s shoulder.

“He’s at home. Don’t worry, I will catch him and we will meet in a few hours.”

“Alright!” and then Daisuke left.

“How can that kid not realize the differences between that atrocity and my talented art!?” Arsenemon muttered in indignation, and then he left the streets to meet with Espimon. He changed his form back to his original one.

“Did you figure it out, boss?”

“Seems like a copycat intends to steal X-antibody digimon’s items.”

“Is there any Chosen Child with one?”

“Let’s search for them, and then steal them from the fake-me and return them back to their respective owners.”

“Ooh, sounds like a plan!!”

The 02 Team met in the same karaoke booth, again. Miyako definitely had become a member of that place just in case they needed the booth for their operations.

“Here’s the thing!”

Daisuke showed them the calling card. Everyone glanced at it and at Daisuke for a moment. Ken was still absent though… (As Miyako put: ‘Busy with school activities’ ) But Daisuke didn’t realize that who he talked with wasn’t Ken…

“Daisuke-san…” Iori broke the silence, “Are you sure this calling card came from Arsenemon himself?”

“Yeah! It’s black and has a cat on it!!”

“Hmm…” Miyako, Armadimon and Patamon squinted their eyes at it.

“But, we don’t know what he looks like…” Takeru, Hawkmon and Tailmon said next.

“Yeah…” Iori added, with a poker face “How can you be so sure a black card with a cat’s picture is related to him?”

“... I… Uhh…” Daisuke now had been full of doubts, “Maybe he likes cats!?”

“Daisuke’s trying to say he doesn’t know who's the sender” V-mon shrugged, “He just said ‘Arsenemon’ because he ran out of options.”

“You shouldn’t accuse someone like that!” Hikari pouted. It’s not like she believes the card was fake, but she would rather not accuse others without enough proof.

“S-sorry…” Daisuke frowned, he made Hikari mad at him… Oh noooooo!!

“What if we compare the previous cards?” Hawkmon suggested, “Then we could verify the authenticity of this one.”

“Oh! Good idea!” Daisuke grinned, “Then, does anyone have one?”

The booth got silent again.

“Guys?”

“Inspector Fujieda took them away from us, haha…” Takeru chuckled nervously.

“Wh--”

“She said it’s a criminal’s letter and those must be kept by the police!! 💦” Patamon added quickly.

“ • • • 💧”

“He’s not a criminal though…” V-mon shrugged, “I mean, can a digimon be caught and be judged by human laws?”

Everyone looked at V-mon, speechless.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

“N-no… You got a point…” Miyako replied quickly.

“That’s not important now! We have to find whoever has those jewels and protect them!” Daisuke snorted angrily, “It’s our job to help the digimon!!”

Thus both sides started searching for the Terrier-Lop digimon with those jewels. It wouldn’t be that hard… Right? But from Daisuke’s team they only knew the American Chosen Child named Wallace. It wouldn’t make sense if he was the target, considering Arsenemon was after stuff localized in Japan so far. So why would he suddenly target a boy from the other side of the Earth?

But… Wallace wasn’t the only Chosen Child to have been partnered with a Terriermon. Nor with a Lopmon.

“Ta-ku-mi.”

A sassy easygoing sister and an awkward serious brother. The Aiba siblings live in a suburb area and go to the Inoden High School together. They had their first digimon encounter when they were little, around August 2000. Takumi is the oldest and has been partnered with a Lopmon, while the sister a Terriermon (and both digimon twins were alike as their partners as well)

“What?” Takumi was reading the newspaper when his sister called him. All he did was move his head to the side to see her putting a ribbon on Lopmon, who was not satisfied with it, “Ami please… Lopmon hates to wear a bowtie…”

“But!!”

“P-please don’t take a photo of me with this…!!” Lopmon muttered, he wasn’t enjoying that ridiculous scene.

“Oh come on, Garnet~” Ami smiled at him, “Look, your sister likes ribbons!!”

“Emerald likes everything though…”

Terriermon was sitting next to Takumi, also wearing a bowtie, “Ami what if we try something else? Like a tie?”

“I don’t want anything like that!!” Lopmon protested with a tiny stomp.

“Ami…” Takumi sighed.

“Ok ok, no more fashion accessories!” she removed the bowtie from Lopmon, “Sorry Garnet…”

“The only accessory I need is my birth gem!”

“Yeah!” Terriermon nodded in agreement, “Leave the cute bows and ribbons to me~”

Outside, a shadow with long ears in a cat’s format was watching them from the window and hidden in a tree from the yard. Those eyes were fixated on the gems the two digimon had in one of their ears. But they couldn’t make a move now… It’s still morning, right?

“Ah Takumi/Ami, you’re going to be late for school.” the twin digimon said to their respective human partner.

“Oh, that’s right!!” and the Aiba twins would exclaim in their own ways. They were already done with breakfast and had their uniforms on, so all they needed was to turn everything off and lock the house.

Once they were leaving, the digimon floated around them. Yes, the digimon would go to school with them, just like any other school allowing them to be brought. With the number of humans with a digivice and a partner growing year by year, some places had to create a special area to leave your digimon around, like a room or a playground. The Inoden High School opted to let the digimon from their students stay in the yard or inside a free classroom in the building. The easygoing sister Terriermon would like to be chatting with everyone so she stays outside, meanwhile the more serious and reserved brother… He prefers to stay inside the building minding his own business (by reading comics and books)

“BOSS!! I FOUND THEM!!”

Espimon spent the entire morning scanning all of Tokyo's cameras to discover anything about those twin-digimon’s jewels. Arsenemon was just sulking because he just heard Daisuke say “maybe he likes cats!” when he was eavesdropping disguised as a karaoke employee.

“Boss??”

“Did you find something?” Arsenemon looked at his partner-in-crime. She nodded her head, “Good, let’s send a LEGIT calling card this time.”

“Ah… you’re still… offended by that fake card… 💧”

“Of course I am!” he pouted and gestured dramatically to make a calling card with his magical power, “This is a fine art! My art is supposed to be admired, not to be ripped off!!”

“Well, technically phantom thieves send calling cards in this world too…”

“But who would add a poorly drawn cat in it!? Is this like a little enfant trying to copy moi !?”

“Maybe…??”

“Then! This enfant needs to stop!” Now I need to find that Chosen Child again…”

“Hmm… He’s at the nearest ramen shop.”

“Perfect.”

“Thanks for the meal!!” Daisuke and V-mon said together, once the old man put their bowls in front of them. It was a small ramen cart down the street, and it had been Daisuke’s favorite place to eat after school and meetings with the 02 Team.

But, magically the ramen bowl “exploded” in front of Daisuke’s eyes and a black card appeared from it. Of course it was all an illusion trick and his ramen was still inside the bowl…

V-mon grabbed the paper floating, “Oh, Daisuke it’s… Another calling card!!”

“A-another!?” He took the paper from V-mon’s hands and read it.

‘‘Mon ami, this is a real piece of art. Don’t forget it. Tonight I will go to Aiba Takumi & Ami’s residence and steal the gem pieces from the Imposteur. Please keep this little souvenir with you ,,

“... W-what is this…?” the boy squinted his eyes, now there’s TWO calling cards in his possession…

This one was made of a refined and fancy black card with a golden paw in it.

“There’s two calling cards now!!” V-mon exclaimed “Oh, this one here is fancier…”

“ ‘Keep this souvenir’? Whaddya mean…?”

“There’s something… here” V-mon pointed to the back of the card, which actually was an envelope. He opened it for Daisuke, who was holding the ‘calling envelope card’ and they examined its content.

“!! Is this…!?” they exclaimed together, eyes widened.

Later…

“Ken-kun couldn’t come” Miyako said, right when Daisuke had called them to gather at the karaoke booth again, “He apologized and said the soccer team dragged him to some special training for the regional finals”

“Man…!!” Daisuke pouted, “This ain’t time for that!!”

“Look!!” V-mon snatched the card-envelope from Daisuke’s hands, “Arsenemon sent another calling card!! And this one has… coordinates to something!”

“Coordinates?” Iori blinked.

“He also mentioned an… Impor--something.”

“Imposter!” V-mon corrected him, “I think it was written funny…”

“It doesn’t matter, something’s off here!!” Daisuke yanked the card-envelope from V-mon’s hands, “Why would he send something like this!? Is he making fun of us!?”

“Ichijouji-kun might not be available for this, but we are” Takeru gently took the card from Daisuke’s hand, “Let’s see where those coordinates will lead us. Miyako-san, please?”

“Alright!” she said, and Takeru handed her the calling card.

Suddenly, Tailmon’s sharp senses noticed someone watching them, which she informed the others and then Daisuke, Hikari, Takeru and their partners left… to chase someone suspicious enough -- It was a digimon in a coat and fedora. And they started to run the moment they realized the kids and partner-mons were after them.

That suspect managed to escape… And ended up in front of the Inoden High School building.

“We can’t go in, right…?” V-mon innocently asked Daisuke, Hikari and Takeru. The humans and other two digimon took a while to think how to proceed.

“Right!” Daisuke punched the palm of his hand with his fist, “Let’s infiltrate! First we need uhh… Uhhh…”

While Daisuke was forcing his brain to formulate a plan, Takeru intercepted the first student coming out and… “If you say we’re friends I will let you eat the best ramen of the town.”

“A-ah, Takeru don’t--”

The male student, Amazawa Keisuke glanced at Takeru and nodded his head. Daisuke was in awe of how this dude just accepted to pretend to be their friend in return for food.

“H-HE ACCEPTED IT!?”

After a first introduction and getting inside the school facilities… They had to spread out and search for their suspect. Hikari and Tailmon went to the north area, Takeru and Patamon to the east area, and Daisuke and V-mon to the west area. It wouldn’t be hard to find some suspicious human-or-digimon wearing a coat and a fedora, right??

Then, V-mon spotted their target on the horizon, looking through the window. He and Daisuke approached carefully and hid behind a tree nearby the area. The suspect was… Looking at the digimon inside that room?? Daisuke took his phone and used its camera’s zoom function to see the classroom better.

“Daisuke, look!” V-mon whispered, as he pointed to a shiny object. Daisuke moved the phone and saw… A Lopmon with a red jewel on one ear.

Ah, they found one of the victims. This means…!! V-mon and Daisuke tried to capture the weird man-or-digimon, but they did it yelling so the suspect looked at them, screamed and they all saw their own faces -- It was a Betsumon. Betsumon ran away and escaped, meanwhile Daisuke and V-mon hit their face on the ground -- ouch.

Once the duos met outside the school, Takeru, Patamon, Hikari and Tailmon noticed the

“Daisuke(-kun), V-mon?”

Yes, they noticed a bump on their heads. Hikari asked, concerned: “What happened.”

“THE SNEAKY DIGIMON ESCAPED! IT LOOKED LIKE A MAN-TAILMON OR SOMETHING!?”

“Man Tailmon?” The two kids blinked.

“Betsumon…” Tailmon sighed.

After Daisuke and the group met Miyako and Iori, the goggle boy reported what they witnessed. And Tailmon gave another sigh.

“I see… Betsumon is after those gems. Their specialty is to pretend to be anyone else…” she looked upset, in V-mon’s opinion. But she shrugged, “I guess we have to stop them before things get worse.”

“Get worse?” Hawkmon asked, gently.

“Yes, either they or someone else might get hurt.”

“Do ya think Arsenemon would hurt them, dagya?” Armadimon frowned, and his imagination started to picture some big shadowy tying Betsumon on a rocket.

“The coordinates led to a residence address” Miyako interrupted the group’s imagination of what Tailmon meant and they all looked at her, “It’s the Aiba residence. The one mentioned in the calling card.”

“Arsenemon wants us to catch the fake Arsenemon?” Daisuke and V-mon said together.

“Exactly,” Iori replied with a nod.

“Then… let’s do it!” and then Daisuke glanced at the group, “So then we can catch both Arsenemon and his faker at the same time!”

“Two in one!!” V-mon winked and did a V sign.

But… that wasn’t right…

The quintet contacted the Aiba residence and explained everything they knew. They were allowed to stay inside and also in the yard, trying to protect the jewels the twin digimon had. V-mon wondered if those gems existed for every Terrier-Lop and if Wallace’s digimons had them too. Somehow those two twins… Didn’t seem that different from their human partners…

Emerald offered tea to the digimon and to the 02 Team. She was wearing a cute blue bowtie.

“I wonder if this is really necessary…” Garnet squinted his eyes, “Takumi and I can take care of a thief.”

“We were involved in this case though,” Patamon shrugged.

When the lights turned off… A cat-like shadow appeared on the window and jumped inside the house. Garnet dodged the invader, and the other digimon outside and inside started a fight with…

… Wait a minute. Is this Arsenemon or the copycat!? (No one was sure about the appearance of Arsenemon yet!)

“Daisuke, evolve me!”

“Y’all crazy!? We can’t evolve inside the house!!” Emerald shouted, “No matter which size you will get, we can’t afford to repair the house!!”

“Then let’s move it outside!” Daisuke said seriously, and everyone went outside. The mysterious invader followed them, and then their appearance was clear by the moonlight.

“Isn’t that!?” Miyako gasped.

“A Meicoomon!?” They all exclaimed.

“Gah! You are not supposed to know my real name and appearance!!” Meicoomon babbled, and tripped on his own long feelers, “Ack!”

“... He’s not that… Bad, right?” Patamon blinked, “It doesn’t seem to be a bad guy��”

“But why is a Meicoomon after our partners’ gems?” Ami frowned, and she had Emerald and Garnet in her arms… Shielding them.

“Now that my secret has been revealed I-- I have to flee!!” Meicoomon jumped on the tree, but the quintet digimon went after him, only to be blocked by an elegant humanoid-like digimon, “Y-you are--!!”

The 02 Team digimon couldn’t see very well due to the tree’s foliage, but all they could notice was… the real Arsenemon was there. Tailmon tried to approach, as the same time Hawkmon and Patamon flew to the top of the three. V-mon and Armadimon couldn’t do much without wings though… So they stood on the ground.

“Who’s there, who’s there??” V-mon babbled. Armadimon just squinted his eyes.

Tailmon stopped a few branches before reaching the level Meicoomon and Arsenemon were, and Hawkmon & Patamon were trying to look from the top of the tree now. None of them could see very well, but… The small details they spotted were enough for the moment.

“Ah, mon ami…” Arsenemon, knelt on the level of Meicoomon’s height, “You’re a fan of moi, am I right? It’s nice to know someone who appreciates my art. But… I’d like it if you stop here, for our own sake.”

“B-but… I want to be like you!!” Meicoomon had teary eyes, “teach me! I want to… be cool too!”

“I think you misunderstood my mission, but… I’m no regular burglar. And you might cause problems for both of us. Maybe… when this all ends, we could think about teaching you some tricks.”

“Y-you will!?” Meicoomon eyes had sparkles of hope, and then he nodded, “Then, I will not do anything risky from now on, and will wait until you can teach me to be a phantom thief!”

Meicoomon got down from the tree and met everyone there, but since Tail-Pata-Hawk turned to the cat-like digimon… they didn’t see where Arsenemon went. Tailmon remembered of it quite late and jumped to the next branches to find a small card between the little branches.

She took it from the branches and read it:

“I’ll leave this digi-mon ami in your hands.”

Everyone met Meicoomon, who apologized for his behavior and then left. Case closed, everyone went back to their usual routines…

After school the other day…

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, I can’t believe Ken didn’t work with us!!” Daisuke complained. Miyako invited the group to try out a new cafe shop which opened recently, “Why did you jump into it and then had to dump everything on us seconds later!?”

Ken blinked, “What…?”

“You said you would grab Wormmon at home and then meet us at the karaoke booth!” V-mon pouted.

“Did I?” Ken frowned… “I hadn’t talked to you yesterday, Daisuke… I was too busy and couldn’t go…”

“What??” the duo exclaimed, the others were on the same boat as Ken… Something was suspicious…

“So you met someone who looked like Ichijouji-kun?” Takeru asked Daisuke and V-mon. They nodded.

“A… A fake Ken!? Like an evil dople--that-thing!?” Daisuke babbled

“You mean a ‘doppelganger’?” Iori raised an eyebrow, “It could’ve been a digimon disguised as Ichijouji-san though…”

“Yeah, let’s not start getting in panic” Miyako added with a sigh, but she gave a concerned gaze at Hawkmon.

“I noticed a few traits in Arsenemon this time” Tailmon changed the subject quickly, “He wears a black tuxedo, cape and has a long… Yellow tail.”

“Long yellow tail…” Armadimon repeated.

“SO HE IS A CAT!” Daisuke commented, triumphantly “I was right!!”

“You never said he was a cat,” Patamon said innocently, “You said he liked cats.”

“It doesn’t matter, now we know what he looks like!” V-mon argued back, crossing his arms.

“A cat huh…” Ken was musing… again…

This wouldn’t end right there though… Someone was watching them from a distance…

#young prince detective ichijouji ken #02 team digimon case files

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damagnificentcookie · 2 years

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Love Beyond The Art

Fraeulein Elisabeth von Bernburg X Fem! Reader

Summary: An art teacher got hired, she became everyone’s favorite. She even got the liking of the Headmistress. All this new sudden popularity got someone jealous. Elisabeth loathes Y/n for no particular reason, she finds she isn’t talented enough to teach art. So one day she goes to Y/n’s room during the night and asked her to draw her…

Warning: Slight swearing, slight intimacy(?), probably slow burn but I doubt I would have enough motivation to write one

A/n: This story may be a chaotic mess, sorry. I don’t know what I am doing. Enjoy!

“Welcome Ms. Fawn, we have heard a lot of great things about your teachings and talent!” Ms. Racket said as she grasped your hand and shook it.

“Of course we heard good things about her, after all the queen suggested her too us personally! And Fraulein let go of the poor girls hand your scaring her.” The headmistress said as she motioned you to sit down.

“Thank you for welcoming me and accepting me to work here, but I do have a few questions regarding about where I will be staying, my classroom, students, and how I would get supplies for all the students.” You said as you set your case onto the floor and un-done your hat.

“You will be staying in a room at the school, Ms. Bernburg will show you where you will be staying and where you will be teaching. As for students and supplies, you will be teaching all the students and the supplies will be taken care off. We hope to see your talent and I do hope it won’t be a mistake that I hired you.” The headmistress said as she shook your hand from across the table with a smile.

“Elisabeth will you please show Ms. Fawn to her room and give her a quick tour?” Ms. Bernburg nodded and started heading towards the door with you following closely behind.

“Ms. Fawn, what a pleasure to finally meet you. As you can’t tell already we have heard lots of good things about you.” Elisabeth turned around abruptly making you bump into her.

“Oh dear are you alright Ms. Fawn, you look quite pinkish?” You looked up as Elisabeth is holding onto your waist careful to not have you fall. She quickly let go and you took a step backwards.

“I am so sorry for tripping, you were just moving a little too fast and I couldn’t quite keep up, and thank you for the welcoming Ms. Bernburg, you can also call me Y/n.” You sputtered as you straightened yourself up and took your bag and hat that has fallen onto the floor.

“It’s quite alright dear, and you can call me Elisabeth” She said as she smiled and started walking up the stairs.

Elisabeth glanced next to her as she noticed you were walking next to her a little bit out of breathe. Her face flushed a bit before she realized what she was doing. She walked faster and decided to get this tour over faster so she can leave.

Oh what were you doing to her.

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Elisabeth was not happy at all. Everywhere she turned all she hears is “Ms. Fawn this or Ms. Fawn that”, not once does she not see nor hear you. You were getting onto her nerves, she couldn’t get you out of her mind.

For god’s sake she has to share a classroom with you and every time she is grading work, she looks up and on the other side of the room you were quietly checking and hanging the students work.

She would stare at you till someone calls her name or there’s a sound that snaps her out of it. You were so elegant and careful with everything you do, so beautiful and glowing under the sun. But you were bothering her without even knowing.

Unbeknownst to her occasionally you would catch her staring, your cheeks would turn a tad redder and you would make a mistake and let out a string of profanities where she would let out a little laugh which makes you grow redder and smile sheepishly.

This went on for a while until she finally had enough.

She was starting to put away her papers and glasses and turn in for the night when she over heard some students say how talented and patient you were. Some even said you were a better teacher than her, but of course some of the girls disagreed and said no one can be as great as Ms. Bernburg.

She opened the door causing the girls to stop talking and run to their room where she ignores and walks upstairs straight to your door.

She knocked on the door waiting for you to open it. She hears a creaking of footstep before the door is opened and standing infornt of her was you sleepily standing there holding a candle.

“How may I help you Elisabeth?” You asked groggily as you rubbed your eyes.

“Paint me.” You looked at Elisabeth in confusion.

“Elisabeth its half past 12, I can draw you tomorrow during lunch time if you don’t mind?” Elisabeth looked inside your room and saw your easel was next to your bed with paint buckets all around the floor.

“You have everything out already, paint me, I want to see your talent personally.” You looked at her before moving to the side and motioned for her to come in.

You gently closed the door and went to get a chair for her to sit on.

Elisabeth looked around your room and saw paintings hanging everywhere. Though she saw a book opened and walked towards it.

She picked it up and noticed the page was filled with drawings of her grading work, she flipped through the pages and noticed a few of them were from where she was reading a book at lunch or where she was sitting by the lake fishing. She blushed heavily before she heard you place a chair down. She quickly put the back where she found it and walked over to the chair.

Thankfully you were too focused on getting your painting supplies ready and preparing a canvas to notice Elisabeth looked through your book. You looked up from your canvas and noticed she has sat down on the chair before your canvas but was a tad redder then before but you decided not to mention it.

“Can you bring the chair closer please, I can’t really see you too well?” You asked as you got more comfortable on your bed and started to sketch Elisabeth.

She brought the chair closer too you and that was where she stayed for the next 2 hours. During that time her face got profusely redder by how you would look at her, how your hair started to dangle infront of you face, the paint splotches on your face, oh how gorgeous you looked.

“Done!” You said as you put down your brush. You climbed onto your bed to get a better look at it and smiled.

"I would say it looks beautiful, but I assure you I did not do you enough justice." You said as you looked over at Elisabeth.

Elisabeth got up from her chair behind the canvas and went over to your bed to take a look. You patted a spot on your bed for her to sit on as you moved over a little.

The painting, it was beautiful. It looked so alive and well, now she can't deny you are quite talented at the arts. She smiled at it and resisted the urge to touch it since it needed time to dry.

"It's beautiful, you really are as talented as they say. I don't know why I doubted your ability's" Elisabeth laughed and turned to face you but froze when she realized how close your face was to hers.

You smiled and looked at her before also freezing.

Looking deep into each other's eyes in such a peaceful silence. You looked down at Elisabeth's lips before looking back up at her as if asking if you could kiss her. Elisabeth slightly nodded, which was all the confirmation you needed before you gently cupped her face and kissed her.

Elisabeth was shocked but soon kissed you back. She hadn't thought this visit would have ended with her not leaving your room till early next morning.

Elisabeth loves you, more than she loved the painting. You were her art, but you were priceless and she will treasure you forever.

A/n: Sorry i didn't finish it, something happened and i didn't want to finish it. enjoy

Edit: Yeah so that bad thing that happened just got even worse but hey I finished this story so yall won't be left on a cliffhanger, so excuse me while I continue to go cry now.

#madchen in uniform #elisabeth von bernburg #x reader

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・🎨 ⸝⸝ ・Canvas

*sigh*

My eyes hover across the once empty canvas now filled with different colors giving it life. It isn't complete yet, I still have to go over the details and do some touch-ups here and there but, the painting looks so good already! I can't wait to see the reactions of everyone in the art department when they see this.

I felt an uncomfortable pressure build up in my lower back probably from the 3 hours I’ve been sitting on this wobbly wooden seat. The art room really needs some new furniture.

I decided to take a break, there’s still a week till the yearly art exhibition. I have enough time to work on the canvas.

A few droplets of murky paint water escaped the paint cup as I dropped my paintbrush in it, the acrylic paint palette sat right next to it. A happy hum left my mouth as I stood up and took off my apron while making my way to the common area in the middle of the art room.

I took a seat on the comfy love seat in one corner of the room and smack my lips. My eyes shifted to the table in the middle of the room for digital artists to sit at.

“Hey, Stacey! What are you working on?”, I called out, catching the attention of the blonde girl glued to her iPad screen.

“Working on an assignment. We have to study color and light theory and draw something based on what we learned.”, Stacey bubbly replied and held up her iPad for me to see. “I am drawing a tiger under the sunlight! How is it? Do you think it’s good enough?”

“Not bad, not bad. Can I see yours, George?”, I asked the brunette boy sitting right next to Stacy. He nodded as he held up his iPad. “I draw penguins.”

“Yep, penguins are always nice. Can’t wait to see the final work.”, I complimented him and watched as his face glowed up with happiness.

“You so kind. Thank you.”, George appreciated with the limited English vocabulary he knew. It isn’t easy for someone from French to catch on to a new language right after moving to the United States but, I always get surprised at his improvement with every conversation we have.

Both of them went back to work. I smile and relaxed in my seat, my eyes unmoving from the busy students.

“Stacy look so beautiful when she doing art. God, I like her so much.”

“George is so cute."

I heard in my head and chuckled under my breath before pulling my phone out from my jacket pocket. These two had the biggest crush on each other ever since they met. I don’t care if you call this “invading their privacy”, it’s fun hearing their thoughts.

Hearing people’s minds…what a blessing and a curse at the same time. I wonder what the gods were thinking when they gave me this mystical power. It’s pretty useful at times but sometimes I wish I never heard things I heard mistakenly for this power.

This power’s been with me for as long as I remember. I tried telling my parents about it of course but, they almost sent me to the mental asylum because apparently, I was going “crazy”. Those memories still haunt me, geez. I’ve been quiet about this ability ever since.

I wonder if anyone else can hear minds like me…

“The art room really needs some renovation.”, I heard an unfamiliar yet intoxicatingly addicting voice in my head followed by the sound of the creaky door swinging open. “Yeah, it can really use some better furniture and a new coat of paint.” My oh my, who is this fine man?

A perfectly sculpted face with big hazel eyes and beautiful brows, a nose so cute that I had to resist my urge to bop it, his hair looks so fluffy, that I wanna run my hands through them, and oh god, those lips…I wonder how they would look like on mine. Wait what am I thinking? Shit, Diana get yourself together you don’t even know him.

My head whipped up to the sound of a low giggle. It was the mysterious man. He put his poker face back on as we made eye contact. I frown, why couldn’t I read his mind anymore? I wanted to know what made him laugh…

“Are you Professor Diana?”, the boy asked, his husky deep voice making goosebumps rise all over my body. I nodded with a smile, trying to mask my nervousness.

“Yes! That’ll be me! Who are you may I ask?”, I asked as I stood up from the loveseat, my phone slipping back into my jacket pocket.

“Oh, I’m Aiden. I’ve been hired as an assistant art professor and the administration informed me that I’ll be working under you.”, he informed with a sweet smile on his face. I was screaming internally at this point. This is about to be added to my reasons for coming to the university. Who wouldn’t want to be here if you get to see this eye candy man every day?

“Nice to meet you, Aiden. It’s a pleasure to be working with you! I hope we’ll be close acquaintances in the near future!”, I extended my hand for a handshake. My heart is doing cartwheels in my ribcage. I wonder if all the sweat I am sweating right now is making me smelly. Is my makeup okay? I haven’t put much effort into it this morning. Ugh, I should have washed my hair yesterday.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when a veiny and humongous hand enveloped my embarrassingly small hands. Aiden firmly shook my hand before taking it back. He must be a master with his art. I can’t wait to see them.

“The feelings are mutual.”, Aiden replied. “So…who’s painting on that canvas.”

I looked in the direction he was pointing, realizing that he had his eyes on my unfinished painting from earlier. I knew I should have finished the painting at one seating. He must be thinking that I’m a work hoarder. What else are you going to mess up today, Diana?

“Uhh…yeah! I am the one working on it.”, I nervously replied as I took small steps towards the painting. “It’s for the annual art festival coming up next week. Sorry if it looks a little weird now, it’s unfinished. In case you’re wondering, I'm trying to depict child exploitation on social media.”

Aiden said nothing. He simply observed the painting closely, his hazelnut eyes carefully going over all the tiny details. Oh boy, I’m sure he isn’t impressed. He is probably judging the imperfections I haven’t covered up yet. Is that a blank spot? Why didn’t I notice that before?!

I wonder what he’s thinking…I thought and tried a little harder to get into his mind.

“Stay out of my head, I don’t like people invading my mind.”

“And stop thinking so low about yourself, I think you’re perfect just the way you are.”

I did not just hear that in my head. Did Aiden just communicate with me through his thoughts?!

“It’s called telepathy.”

No way! There’s someone else on this earth with the same ability as me?

“No shit Sherlock.”

“And that is how my dear children, I met your father.”

#_:'- i totally suck at writing cute stuff even though I love reading them t-t. hopefully one day I will get better? a friend told me that I would never be able to write a proper cute short story and she was kind of right. anyways, I am kind of proud of this one, it could get better if I actually put some effort behind it but I guess it's fine for now.

#writerscorner #writersociety #writers and poets #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #tumblr writers #my writing #writers #telepathy #cute #short story #fiction #i suck at this help

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rosenallies · 11 months

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Introducing them to their special interests/hyperfixations with Jasper and Gia? I think it could be cute to see them bond.

“Nonny?” Jasper knocked on their classroom door, anxiously biting his lip as they looked up from their lunch, smiling when they saw him.

“Hi honey, what are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to come see you during study hall. Is that okay? I remember mommy telling me you had lunch at this time.”

Gia waved him over, gesturing for him to grab a chair and sit next to them. “Of course it’s okay. I didn’t know middle school was still doing study halls.”

“They are if your grades are good enough,” he replied with a shrug, “I came over here to show you something actually, is that okay?”

Their eyes lit up, excited for whatever their son had to show them, especially since he’d started showing art as an interest. “What is it?!”

“It’s my sketch book-I’ve been working on some portraits and I-I don’t know I think they’re okay? I really like doing them lately.”

Gia clapped their hands together. “Please show me!”

He gingerly took the leather sketchbook out of his backpack, the one that they’d gifted him for his birthday a few weeks prior. He’d already used up half of the paper inside. ‘That’s the mark of a true artist,” Gia would say with a wink.

“Here,” he said handing it to them, wringing his hands together anxiously as they flipped through the pages, landing on a hand drawn portrait of Gia, Synthia, and Kendall. They recognized the photo he used as a reference, it hung in the hallway among other pictures of their family.

“Jas, these are fantastic,” they said, in awe as they turned to another drawing, this time a self portrait. “Your shading is wonderful, I couldn’t do that at your age.”

They continued to flip through the pages, pride growing in their chest as the drawings progressively got better and better. Gia was overjoyed with the fact that one of their kids had taken a liking to art. They always saw it in Jasper, moreso than Emerald, when they were little kids and Gia would sit them down with a table of supplies to make handmade cards or gifts for Synthia and Kendall when birthdays and holidays popped up. He’d be at the table hours after Emerald had finished, perfecting his stick figure drawings of their little family.

“These are amazing, Jas, really. I’m so proud of you,” they gushed, closing the sketchbook and sliding it back over to him.

Jasper blushed, warmth spreading in him at his parents’ approval. “Really? I was nervous to show you in case they weren’t good.”

Gia squeezed his hand. “They’re really good and even if they weren’t I always want you to show me your art, yeah?”

He nodded. “Yeah, it’s like our thing.”

“It is our thing, you’re right,” they said, “hey, what do you say next semester for one of your elective credits you come and help out in my room during that period? If you want to.”

His eyes lit up. “Really?! I can do that?”

“Yeah,” they laughed, “just talk to your guidance counselor. I will gladly take some help from a wonderful young artist like you.”

“Nonny stop,” he whined, flushing as they pinched his cheeks like they used to do when he was little.

“I can’t help it,” they chuckled, “I love you, kid, and thanks for showing me your stuff. It takes a lot of courage, I would have died showing my parents my sketchbook when I was your age.”

Jasper smiled softly, looking at his feet. “I wanted you to be proud of me, I was kinda proud of myself.”

“I am proud of you, very proud of you.”

#prompt request #teacher au

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lacefedora · 1 year

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I posted 4,028 times in 2022

That's 454 more posts than 2021!

58 posts created (1%)

3,970 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@punsbulletsandpointythings

@amemait

@crack--attack

@fishfingersandscarves

@skullscramblies

I tagged 1,053 of my posts in 2022

#ofmd - 132 posts

#ofmd spoilers - 86 posts

#blackbonnet - 63 posts

#fashion - 39 posts

#laces art - 24 posts

#arcane - 24 posts

#gentlebeard - 22 posts

#nandermo - 19 posts

#edward teach - 19 posts

#wwdits - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#dude if you go to thrift stores in the high end places of vegas like summerlin or henderson you can come out with so much designed shit on t

My Top Posts in 2022:

I spent an hour looking at a screencap I took from Act of Grace and figured I should draw it for many hours instead. My first time trying to work with his beard I’m fairly pleased with it. *marge voice* I just think he’s neat.

HIS FACE IN THIS SCENE. THE PANIC SETTING IN AT THE THOUGHT OF STEDE DYING. THE DESPERATION

164 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

just worked my a** off on this because there isn’t enough art of Vampire Guillermo for me HE DESERVES IT! Also it’s so nice that I can just choose whatever light color I want in this fandom! Can you tell it’s Nandor’s hand? I tried to put his giant ring on there

192 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

OFMD drabble- On some level I think I always understood

Inspired by @fishfingersandscarves‘s animatic when I watched it for like the twelfth time. Might have a part 2 at some point?

Stede’s breath hitches, the blade is sunk deep in his stomach, the right side, and he’s quite sure that Ed meant to do that. How many times had he been stabbed now? Ed’s face… beautiful, precious face, was rapidly changing from fury to panic. Stede couldn’t have that. He touches his face, hissing when the blade drives a little deeper at the movement. But he wouldn’t let it stop him. He’d rehearsed it so many times, but when he opens his mouth, something entirely different comes spilling out.

“It’s okay… really. On some level I’ve always understood that I was… wrong… That there was something wrong with me.” Stede breathes through the pain. His mouth tastes like copper, that can’t be good. “I never knew quite what it was. But everyone saw it. The other boys in school… My father, My wife, children.. Even the crew. Did I tell you they were going to mutiny and kill me just a few weeks before we met? It doesn’t matter. They could all see it. The Wrong.

The only person that never saw it… Was you, Edward. You looked at me and all you saw was, well me. You saw me and I didn’t annoy or disgust you. You seemed delighted.” A smile spreads across his face. He wipes at tears that are dripping down Ed’s face, smearing the kohl. “No one’s ever…” he coughs a little. “No one’s ever done that for me. If I die like this… don’t worry. You’ve already given me the greatest gift I could ever ask for, just by seeing me. I love you so much, Ed. I’m so sorry… I was so afraid I could spread my Wrongness to you, weigh you down, an anchor… But what a self-centered thought; I couldn’t do that. You’re perfect.” He says fervently. His own tears are falling, hot as the blood spilling from the wound.

He watches as Ed’s face twists, His eyes close tightly for a moment and when they open anger is back, but it’s different. Determined.

“You will live, Stede Bonnet. No one dies on this ship unless I say so.” Ed abruptly lets go of the sword but doesn’t pull it out yet. He puts both hands on Stede’s face, holding on tight. “You selfish fucker. You don’t get to die.” He eases Stede to the deck and Stede is certain he’s never been handled so gently.

“I’ll do my best.” he says, but he can feel consciousness rapidly slipping from his grasp. But then Ed’s hands are still on his face and now shaking him, calling for a surgeon, snarling at someone (Izzy? Stede can’t focus on anything but Ed and the pain) when they try to object.

“You don’t get to leave me again.” Edward insists and there’s something vicious in his voice and Stede deserves that, but it also feels good, to be wanted…

“Well then I promise.” He says and he suddenly brings up his numb hand to try to stem the bloodflow, the other has fallen to Ed’s shoulder. “I like the new look by the way. Very fierce.”

Edward actually laughs, though it looks like it pains him. It’s the most beautiful thing Stede’s ever seen. “You’re insane.” He tells him and then Stede is kissed for the second time in his life by someone he loves. “I’m still pissed at you.”

“That’s fair.” Stede agrees, but he can’t stop smiling.

317 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

biig Blackbeard project I’ve been working on, based on that one Taika picture, you know the one. Bearded Ed has a teacup representing the Kraken. And Kraken!Blackbeard has a teacup representing the lighthouse, because this fandom is nothing without a healthy dose of symbolism.

lol I worked so hard on this. maybe I should make prints?

>>Prints are now available in my shop!<<

389 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I just saw one picture of Taika smiling and looking gorgeous and then this happened. (look real close at his neck and you can see his Stede Bonnet tattoo based on Stede’s signature on the act of grace!)

credit to @lonicera-caprifolium for the robe pattern again lol I’m far too lazy to paint all that myself

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #wow I did enough art that my art tag ended up in the most #that's just shocking #woof that guillermo painting is a MESS but I'm so glad everyone liked it #I should really make prints of my smiling Ed in the depression robe

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stanmammon · 3 years

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Seeing you in your swimsuit for the first time [Demon Brothers + Solomon and Simeon]

(about to go on vacation for my birthday in a few days [me and Barbatos are both Leos honestly couldn’t pick a better demon to share a zodiac sign with] so i wanted to leave you all with this!)

Lucifer doesn’t compliment you right away but you do receive an approving smile and the sight of him openly checking you out, eyes slowly roaming up and down your body as he takes it in. When you’re out at the beach together he keeps an arm firmly around your shoulder, leaning over to whisper that he could tell all the naughty things others were thinking about you. He hinted that it was beginning to make him feel a certain type of way, like he wanted to lock you away and have you for himself, marking your body up in a way that would show you were happily taken.

Mammon’s head whipped away when you teasingly posed for him but you could tell he was glancing at you from the corner of his eye, telling you that you looked fine in an impatient way before he pulled you along. He gets easily irritated when people try to talk to you on the beach, shooing them away, kicking sand at them, truly acting like a petulant middle child. When you ask him what his problem is all he can do is say that you look too alluring, and that you’re distracting him from having a good time. He can tell you’re hurt by his harshness and he quietly apologized, saying he couldn’t help but feel defensive because all the others were looking at you like a piece of meat.

Levi let out a cute squeak at the anime themed swimsuit you had gone with, crying out that it was way too sexy for him to be able to handle. He covered his eyes and crouched on the ground, trying to calm his raging thoughts before facing you again. You’re amused with his reaction; it was one you had expected as Levi wasn’t exactly experienced with half-naked people let alone going to a destination outside with them where they’d surely attract all sorts of attention. He can hardly keep his eyes off you the entire day, pulling you into the water with him quickly as he said your swimsuit should be for his eyes only since he’s the only one who could really appreciate it.

Satan is immediately drawn in by the cute cat patterns on your swimsuit, not realizing how close he’d gotten to you to study it. He already thought you were overwhelmingly cute but to see you adorned in such a cute outfit… His heart is stuttering in his chest as his cheeks heated up, telling you that you were almost too cute for him to bear. He would normally like to stick his nose in a book and relax while on the beach but he found that to be impossible with you dressed the way you were, mouth hanging open when you told him your swimwear came with a light jacket that’s hood had cat ears on it. You’re lucky that Satan allowed you to stay for as long as he did, dragging you off to a secluded location so he could let out his inner desires and kiss you all over.

Asmo gushed over your cute swimsuit immediately, telling you it really suited you and accentuated your body in all the right ways. He’s a little pouty because he has a few opinions on what he would’ve liked to see you in but he decided that the others shouldn’t be allowed to see you like that, thinking it’d be a special treat for his eyes only if he bought you the type of swimwear he’d like to see you in. He’s a little mischievous as he bats at any ties on your swimsuit, whispering in your ear that he’d very much like to untie them, but you know he would never unless you gave him permission to do so (which is another thing that would not be happening in front of his brothers).

Beel’s first question was if it was comfortable for you, helping you sort yourself out and tying your swimsuit for you if you needed to. You trusted him to not be a pervert about it, knowing at his height he could easily peek down your shirt but knowing he would never even consider it. He tells you to be careful about dropping the ice cream you had gotten on yourself since so much skin is showing, saying he’d lick it up quickly just so you wouldn’t get too sticky. You genuinely don’t think he realized how his offer could be taken but he’s as sweet as the treat in your hand and you can’t help but lean your head against him, thanking the gluttonous demon for being so wonderful (while he’s confused about what he had done).

Belphegor’s first thought is about how uncomfortable your swimsuit looks to sleep in before his eyes slowly looked you up and down, a mischievous smile forming on his face as he asked if you got dressed up just for him. He wasn’t thrilled about being dragged to the beach but your cushy thighs were out and he had plans to claim them, stating it was far more comfortable to nap on them compared to just laying on the ground or a towel. He hid it well but Belphie had his hands on you the entire time, feeling rather possessive when he realized you were drawing more attention than normal with what you were wearing. He’s like a guard dog of sorts, glaring up from your lap at anyone who chooses to talk to you (he tried to rationalize that it was because his nap was being interrupted but you knew better).

Simeon felt himself getting hot under the collar immediately, the feeling in his gut peculiar yet all too familiar. It wasn’t quite normal for an angel to feel such things thus he tried to push down how truly divine you looked in your swimsuit, telling you with a playful smile that you looked quite stunning and he thought the material suited you. He’s happy to accompany you on your fun trip to the beach if not just to watch out for you, knowing there are others who would think like him but not have the willpower to control themselves around you. He still wants you to have a good time thus he protected you from these creeps, still feeling guilty that he could be considered one of them because of things outside his control.

Solomon’s heart jumped in his chest when he first saw you and despite all the art he’d seen in his lifetime, you were truly the only one he’d call a masterpiece. He’s smiling at you with a sparkle in his eye and when he brushed off your questions you knew he had some thoughts he wasn’t telling you, shaking it off before going on a tangent about how swimwear has developed in the human world. You noticed Solomon was a little touchier with your skin out, placing a hand on your back as you talked and as he guided you along the busy beach, something he normally didn’t seem bold enough to do in the company of others.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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— there’s always a price to pay when you get your hands on a work of art.

PAIRING: tattoo! artist megumi x reader

REQUEST. tattoo artist au + mutual pining + size kink, praise kink, thigh riding + reader is shorter than megumi and isn’t shy

WARNINGS: feral megumi, scratching, vaginal sex, size kink, praise kink, mature content, slight overstimulation, sexual tension lol, unedited story

NOTES: ah thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here is my third contribution for FERAL MEGUMI FRIDAYS! and oh wow tattoo artist megumi uh no thoughts head empty

WC: 5.4k+

The tattoo saloon loomed over you, the neon signs almost blinding in the darkness. You could feel your heart pick up its pace in your chest as you hitched your bag up higher, the excitement settling in your toes. Mustering up the brightest smile you could have, you cleared your throat and pushed the door open, the tiny bell on top jingling to signal your arrival.

Your eyes roamed around the walls covered with intricate drawings, the leather seats dark and kept in pristine. Now that was rare – your leather couches always wore out in just a few weeks.

Making your way inside, grip on your sling bag still tight, you bit your lip as you peaked behind the counter. Empty. No one was there, and the nearby opened rooms were empty as well. Scratching your head, you scrunched your nose in confusion. You were sure you got the right place.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to leave, then stopped in your tracks when a dark-haired man exited a door you hadn’t even noticed at first.

He was tall – taller than you; his arms stretched until the sleeves of his black hoodie were pulled down, revealing a sliver of black tattoos that marked his skin. Upon hearing your awed gasp, his cold blue eyes fluttered to yours, the man – who was absolutely handsome despite his frown – froze in his spot.

You waved a hand to him, your smile bigger than ever. “Hi!” So you would be working with this cute guy? Maybe job-hunting wasn’t such a bad experience, after all.

“Hey,” he drawled out hesitantly, approaching you with his ink stained fingers pointed at you. He was still frowning, which was a damn shame, since you were sure he’d look even hotter if he smiled. “So...you’re Y/N.”

“Yeah!”

“And you...” he tilted his head to the side, inquisitive eyes studying your form. You would’ve felt conscious with the way his brows furrowed, eyes unreadable and lips pressed into a thin line, but you were sure you dressed to impress on your first interview. You admitted, however, that maybe wearing a white collared shirt with a pink tennis skirt made you stand out like a sore thumb in the heaviness of the studio. “...want to be a front desk man here?”

“Yeah!”

“What makes you think you’re qualified for this?” he crossed his arms on his chest, and you didn’t miss the slight bite of his voice. So he was handsome – but cranky. Great. “You don’t look like you fit in here.”

“Judging someone’s appearance and inferring that it has any relation to their credentials isn’t such a professional thing to do, you know,” you raised your chin proudly, jutting a pointer finger to his chest. He clearly didn’t expect this because he scowled and took a step back, while you fought the grin that threatened to paint your face. “Would you like it if people told you that you’re not qualified to be a lawyer because of your tattoos and piercings?”

He scoffed, “I don’t want to be a lawyer. As you can see, I’m a tattoo artist. And to answer your question, no, I don’t give a fuck what people think about me.”

“I can tell,” you muttered to yourself before smiling back up at him. He was too easy to read; his brow quivering and lips firm at your faux enthusiasm. “But yes, I do believe I’m qualified! I’m a fast learner and I’m even quick on my feet! I’m really good at talking to people too so I believe I can help schedule client appointments really well and guide them with this whole process.”

“Being front desk man doesn’t mean serving the clients tea and biscuits.”

“I know.”

“You know?” he snorted with a roll of his eyes. He then gestured you to follow him all the way back to the front desk. You expected he’d teach you about how to handle the appointment books or pick up phone calls, but instead he plopped down on the leather couch of the waiting area, his legs crossed on top of the other.

Your eyes followed the patch of pale skin exposed from his ripped jeans before you looked away, not wanting him to see that you found him attractive despite his less than welcoming personality.

“What exactly do you know about this industry?”

“Nothing, to be honest, but I’m not here to be a tattoo artist or anything. I just really need a job and I assure you I’ve got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to manning front desks or counters,” you stated confidently, “I know I look out of place, but I really need this job.”

The man only narrowed his eyes at you. Contemplation was written all over his face, probably wondering why you couldn’t just work somewhere else. “Why come here, of all places?”

“Because it’s the only one that has a flexible schedule,” you sighed, “I can’t work shifts anymore because I’m too busy at university. From when I talked to your boss – Geto, was it? – he said that the salon was open 24/7 and I could work until before my classes start. He’s not really strict about that kind of thing.”

“So you mean to tell me,” he leaned forwards, looping his fingers with one another while his ice cold gaze slithered over your desperate ones. “You’ll be at university for half the day, sleep until midnight, and then come here to work and attend class a few hours later? Isn’t your schedule a little irregular?”

“Oh no, it’s not like that! I also have mock classes after uni and it lasts until late at night, then I help clean at the local shelter. They’re running out of volunteers and the dogs are really adorable and take my stress away so...I make sure to come by when I have time.”

“You are one odd creature,” he noted loudly, almost as if he wasn’t completely aware he vocalized his thoughts. Well, at least now you knew he wasn’t the type to think his words over, which either made him more entertaining – or insufferable the longer you worked with him – if you began working anyway. “You could’ve used your spare time to rest. Do you even eat?”

“Yeah, I have a granola bar right now with me! I actually brought two,” you pulled out the snack from your bag, “You want some? I only got the oats, though.”

“Keep it to yourself,” he rolled his eyes, slapping his hands over his knees before rummaging over something behind the counter. “Fine. If Geto said he’s okay with you, then you’re hired.”

“Really, that easy?” your eyes widened, but then you chuckled when this strange man glared at you in response. He sighed as he pulled out a piece of paper, a pen on top of it. The papers read something about application forms and credentials, and you beamed, happily writing your information away with a slight bounce in your toes.

Unable to keep your happiness to yourself, you looked back at the bored man, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “Huh. I was kind of expecting you would grill me – you’ve got that scary look in your eye. Let me guess, you often scare clients off?”

It seemed he could never get tired of glaring at you, because his eyes fuelled with heat as he leaned against the wall.

You hated to admit that he looked ridiculously handsome like that – the guy wasn’t even doing anything remotely attractive in the first place!

“I’m the most booked artist here, and I ask that you don’t get too comfortable with me. You haven’t even started working here and you’re already riling up on my train,” he groaned when you merely laughed in response. He made quick work of signing something in your form before handing you a key. “Here’s for your locker. Come to work tomorrow. Geto won’t be around for a week so I’ll be the one judging your performance. If you fuck up in the slightest – I won’t hesitate to fire you, you understand? We always have Yuuji coming around anyway, you’re really not that needed for the front desk.”

“Oh,” you nodded at his harshness, unsure whether to feel threatened or amused. “O-okay. I’ll do my best then. I look forward to you – ah, wait, what’s your name?”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Oh, that’s a pretty name,” you muttered to yourself, uttering his name over and over again until it rolled smoothly on your tongue. “Shame you have a shitty attitude along with that handsome face, though.”

“You trying to say something?”

You faced him, about to laugh when he scowled at your not-so-subtle comments. Waving your hands to him, you made your way out the door, your smile only irritating him further. “No, I wasn’t. I’ll be taking my leave then – see you tomorrow!”

Seems like working in a tattoo studio wouldn’t be so bad.

You came to work the next day early and pumped with adrenaline. The idea of meeting the moody tattoo artist caused you to be giggly and happy the whole day, not even feeling the exhaustion of a long day of hard work as you made your way inside the shop.

Clocking in at exactly two in the morning, you proudly tugged your name badge on top of your left breast, patting it for good luck.

The bells jingled, making you look away from your tag. “Good morning – oh, where’s Megumi?” The man standing in front of you was taller than Megumi, his head nearly knocking over the doorframe if it wasn’t for his poor, slouched lanky frame.

He had white hair that brushed atop his cerulean blue eyes, and your eyes widened because wow, he was beautiful.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Megumi told me you came around yesterday but he didn’t tell me the counter girl was this pretty,” He was in front of you the next second, his nose nearly grazing over yours that had you leaning back into the wall for space. “Hmm...he didn’t tell me that at all.”

“Oh, thank you. You are...?”

“I’m Gojo Satoru, one of the senior artists here. Since Megumi isn’t here yet, let me give you a tour!” Before you could react, Satoru already had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his other arm waving and pointing to all the hung paintings and labels on each door. You found it odd that he treated you like you were an old friend, but you weren’t going to complain. Nice co-workers were always welcomed.

“Here is the holding area where clients wait to get their session done. This is Geto’s studio and right next to that is his office where he does all the finances and all that jazz, while this is my studio. Cool, isn’t it?”

Your mouth fell ajar as Satoru led you inside his studio, the walls painted the same aquatic shade of his eyes, but what caught your attention was the galaxy themed tattoo designs he made. They came in different shapes – a volcano head, a dragon, a worm, a four-armed monster – but inside them were all galaxies with sparkling and burning stars. You could see everything and nothing all at the same time.

“Whoa, you made all this?!”

Satoru’s chest puffed out proudly, “Yeah, I did. I’m flattered by your reaction, I really am, but you haven’t seen Megumi’s yet. There’s a reason our salon boomed even though he’s only been working here for two years.”

At the mention of his name, your interest was piqued, all ears and curious smiles directed to Satoru. “Oh, can I see Megumi’s studio?”

“You can – if you book an appointment.”

“But I don’t plan on getting any tattoos,” you frowned.

“You’ll never get to see his work then,” he chuckled to himself, the sound growing louder when you visibly deflated. What was the point of getting your hopes up like that then? “Megumi doesn’t like letting others in his studio without permission or an appointment.”

“Why not?”

“He’s just iffy about it,” he shrugged, “Don’t bother trying to decode his personality anymore, Megumi’s very hard to understand. Though if I were to make sense of it...” he rubbed his chin, eyes looking out into the distance. “I guess you could say Megumi’s not the type to be showy when it comes to his work of art. Did that clear it up?”

You blinked back blankly. “No, not really. But it’s fine – I don’t plan on getting to know him anyway.”

That was the biggest lie of your life.

The moment Megumi came around a few minutes later, a loud groan upon your animated greeting over his arrival, your chest bloomed with a different kind of fluttery warmth. He rarely came out after that, clients swarming in to both his and Satoru’s studios, but each faint glimpse of his door cracking open that allowed you to see him focused as he worked, you could no longer deny the heat burning down your legs.

You crushed on the grumpy tattoo artist.

And the more you came around work, greeting him zealously and teasing him to no end that he’d look hotter if he smiled, your crush only intensified for him – completely unaware that he too, couldn’t get his thoughts off of you even with his door closed.

In fact, he kept his door closed all the time because your voice distracted him too much.

“Hey, Y/N, you free?”

You looked up from the textbook you were reviewing, slamming it shut when Satoru’s head peeked out from his studio. He was still wearing gloves with a pen between his fingers, most likely still in the middle of a session.

“Yep! We don’t have appointments yet and I’ve already closed it for non-appointees. Did you need me to get you something?”

“Yeah, could you get Megumi for me? He isn’t picking his phone up and one of our special clients are coming soon. I’m packed right now so I can’t fetch him. I’ll send you the address and you get him, yeah? Just open the counter if you need money for a cab.”

You blinked owlishly at him. On one side, you’d be more than glad to see Megumi again. He hadn’t arrived despite it being four in the morning already, and you were worried, but you also didn’t have his number to ask how he was doing. Progress with Megumi was...slow, to say the least.

He still holed himself up in his studio, coming out only for bathroom breaks, although you noticed a drastic improvement when he finally began to mutter an almost shy “good morning” under his breath for the past few weeks.

It wasn’t much, but you’d have to make do.

“Uhm, when is this client of his coming? Should I run...?”

“Yeah, you need to fucking run. They’re coming in an hour and a half!” Satoru exclaimed, flailing his hands around like a madman.

Even after working with him for some time, you still couldn’t believe the older man was practically a man child, even asking for head pats sometimes. He would lean down with a pout, using a squeaky voice to call your attention, which always succeeded in Megumi fake gagging before he locked himself inside his studio.

“Forwarded you his address. Really sorry for the inconvenience, Y/N!”

“It’s okay!” you jumped out of your seat in an instant, not bothering to take your name tag off anymore as you left the salon, hailing the nearest cab.

Megumi lived quite far from the salon, which had you wondering why he chose to work there when there were plenty of salons in his area too. His place looked shady, as well, his apartment in a high-rise building with endless graffiti and several drunk stragglers hooting for you.

You ignored them all, taking two steps at a time from his staircase, your hands on your knees as you panted for air. Why did he have to live on the tenth floor?

“Megumi! Megumi!” you banged your fist on the door, throat parched from your sudden cardio session. You were sure you burned ten calories just from that sprint, and you sighed in relief when Megumi swung the door open, still looking handsome – and sleep-deprived – as ever in his black shirt and black skinny jeans.

“What?” he demanded. After seeing that it was you, he quickly snatched a water bottle and passed it your way, closing his door behind him. “Y/N? What are you doing here? How’d you know where I live?”

“Satoru said you had a really important client. You weren’t picking your phone up so he sent me to come get you.”

“It’s my day off,” he grumbled, answering your silent questions, your worries dissipating into thin air. Once you’d satisfied yourself by basically dunking the entire bottle, Megumi rolled his eyes, his hands flat on the small of your back while he guided you downstairs. The sudden touch flamed your cheeks; a stupid smile on your face. You were shameless, though, leaning back closer to him in the darkness of the early morning. “Why does he send a girl out of all people?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“It’s unsafe. My neighbourhood isn’t the best and who knows what would’ve happened to you if some goons came out?” Megumi hailed for a back, surprising you when he let you get in first and paid for the fee despite your outstretched hand prepared with the bills. “I can’t believe Sukuna chose this day to come of all times. I can never get a damn break.”

“Sukuna?”

“A special client. He’s a really huge tipper and comes on odd schedules – I didn’t think he’d come now.”

“Yeah, I checked the papers and he wasn’t there,” you frowned to yourself.

Megumi pressed his head against the window, eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down rhythmically. With the sun slowly shining from behind you, the golden stretches of it outlined his sharp features you adored, and you rested your chin on your palms, eyelashes fluttering at his beauty. “You know, Megumi, you’re really pissy sometimes – but you’re quite nice, aren’t you? I’d say you were even worried for me.”

He cracked one eye open, those blue eyes still shining with irritation, but make no mistake since his ears were flushed red. “I’m not. I just don’t want to be involved in a police investigation if they find your body near here.”

“How sweet of you.”

“Shut up.”

You and Megumi were beginning to get closer. You couldn’t pinpoint where he started to grow more comfortable with you, but it was definitely there and it was painfully evident that even someone stupid like Satoru noticed the sexual between you two.

He would always sniff the air whenever you and Megumi sat next to each other during lunch breaks, a wide grin on your face while Megumi buried his face in his hands, groaning because he knew the moment Satoru opened his mouth, nothing but dumb comments would come out. And dumb comments they were; the white-haired man merciless as he teased Megumi for acting like a cute little kid around you.

You never took it to heart, though. It was Megumi you were talking about; he was hot and cold; sweet then distant from one moment then an entire person the next.

Not that you minded, it only added to your fuelling crush on him, but you couldn’t control the way your heart fluttered every time Satoru whispered that he did like you, excusing that Megumi just wasn’t the best with words. Apparently, Megumi had spent too much time holed up in his apartment and studio that he had zero to little knowledge on how to talk to pretty girls – especially one that was clearly attracted to him as well.

Satoru encouraged you to go for it – that you should confess or break the ice first otherwise Megumi would never do anything about his raging boner every time you came around.

You only flushed at his statement, but you couldn’t deny that you too felt the same way.

One morning where Satoru and Geto were out restocking supplies, you and Megumi were left alone in the salon. Of course, he still resorted in the comfort of his studio, muttering under his breath that he wanted to try some designs before disappearing. Only this time, he left the door slightly open, the lights peeking through the slight crack.

Walking up to him with muted footsteps, you leaned over his shoulder, glancing over a sketch of...you? “Are you drawing me?”

Megumi yelped at your voice right next to his ear, throwing the paper away on the other side of the room before glaring at you. You laughed at his reaction, because how was it possible he was both so criminally sexy yet adorable? He looked terribly gorgeous today, as well, wearing a short sleeved black hoodie and black sweatpants, looking so comfortable and boyfriend like – and you couldn’t even begin to express your appreciation over his new lip piercing.

“Why do you always sneak up on me?” he snapped, “Didn’t I tell you I wanted privacy?”

“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

Megumi sighed exasperatedly, turning back to organize his pencils before glaring at you. “What do you want? Got no one else to bother since Satoru isn’t around?”

“I just wanted to see your art,” you mentioned, but kept your eyes directed on him instead of the plethora of sketches and designs hanging from his wall as to not offend him. “Satoru told me to never come inside. He said you’re really...private when it comes to your works,” you furrowed your brows at the last part, feeling your heart beat pulse at your tongue.

It was now or never.

“Can I see your tattoos too?”

“Why do you want to see them?”

“A work of art on a canvas who’s also a work of art himself?” you finally gained confidence to tease him again, getting riled up further when Megumi stiffened at your curious hands travelling under his shirt. His breath sharpened as his glare only deepened, though he didn’t make a move to stop you. “Why wouldn’t I want to see that?”

“Being flirty doesn’t work on you. It’s not cute.”

“You’re blushing though,” you remarked. Megumi groaned and pushed your face away until your buttocks landed on his recliner. Satisfied with Megumi not completely kicking you out, you swung your legs back and forth, still staring at his hoodie as if it was an offensive material.

“Can I...see?” Megumi rolled his eyes before he lifted his shirt up, revealing to you intricate patches of black ink splattered over ripples of muscles. Your mouth salivated, and somewhere down there, you drooled too. Tentatively, your hands reached out to finger the image of canines, Megumi shuddering over your cold touch on his warm skin. “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

Megumi pursed his lips before whispering, “These are the dogs I had as a child. My father got me them so I wouldn’t be too lonely when he’s away from work.”

“They’re very pretty. They look like black and white wolves,” you smiled, elated that he was opening up in more ways than one. Your touch flitted over to a winged creature under his left collarbone, small letters beside the image. “And this bird? Nue? He’s so majestic,” Your hands never stopped in trailing over his skin like a lost wanderer, sweeping over ink ink until Megumi completely discarded his hoodie to the side, his back faced to you.

A white viper tattoo stood large on his broad back, crawling until over his shoulder with the fangs ending just above his pecs. Megumi swallowed at each slivering touch, your fingers dipping and caressing every dent and curve of his body.

You couldn’t get your eyes off of him, your breath hitching in your throat as one of your hands gripped his biceps subconsciously. “You’re so beautiful.”

Megumi stiffened when your thumbs grazed over his nipple right next to the viper’s fang. Almost as if a switch was triggered inside him, Megumi growled, ducking to capture your lips with his in a sloppy, heated kiss. His hands tugged at the ends of your hair to arch your neck to him, his knees slapping your legs open before he settled comfortably between you, his low groans mixing with your breath moans.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. From the moment I met you,” he nibbled your lips, hands trailing down to thumb at your hipbones. “I knew that innocent good girl look was nothing but an act.”

You smiled through the kiss, a tiny gasp falling from your lips when Megumi pulled you closer until your heat grinded against the hardness inside his pants. Laughing at his harsh movements, you let Megumi tilt your head back, his lips sucking and teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Innocent girl?” you echoed, legs now wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. “What makes you think I am?”

“White lace panties? Short tennis skirts and sunshine smiles?” Megumi clenched his teeth, his hands eager as he tugged the white lace down until it looped to your ankles. You gasped, back arching when he thrusted two fingers inside you, curling and fingering against your bumpy walls. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby, especially not me.”

“Took you long enough to understand I wanted you though,” you chuckled through broken moans, eyes shut tight while your legs opened wider, heels digging into the hard cushion of his seats. “I was wondering when I’d get to break you from that tough guy act of yours and have you fuck me good,” Megumi growled at your words. You leaned forward to scratch at his chest, your tongue licking the shell of your ear as you rasped, “And on a side note, I am a good girl – only to those who can make me feel good, of course.”

Megumi cupped his palm to collect your arousal dripping of his, finally shutting you up when his fingers grazed over your sweet spot that had you clenching around him. And those were just his fingers. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded smugly, hands coming up to tug harshly at his hair. Megumi hissed at the sharp pain, prompting him to fuck his fingers in and out of you faster until you leaked down to his chair, thighs trembling and your high-pitched moans coating the walls of his stupid. “Megumi, ah! Just shut up and fuck me already – been wanting you long enough.”

“Needy little girl,” He pressed you down on the reclining seat, settling between your legs before he spread your lips open with two thumbs. At the sight of your bare cunt clenching around nothing, Megumi groaned, teeth biting his lip because he could cum right then and there. “Fuck, look at you. So wet already,” he ran a hand over your slit to collect your arousal, eyes dark with lust as your juices webbed between his fingers. “All this for me? You’re so good.”

“Fuck – yeah, yeah I am,” you leaned back harder into the seat, groping at your own breasts while you nodded dumbly, too fucked out to even form a coherent response. “Going to be good for you, Megumi, gonna make you feel good.”

“Sorry, babe, maybe next time. I’m too impatient to not feel your pussy around me,” he pushed away at your hands that planned to pump his cock, his hand coming down to push you hard against the seat until his weight loomed over you.

You felt Megumi begin to align his tip at your center, dampening his mushroom head with your arousal first that had you both moaning left and right.

Hands scratching down his back as your teeth dug into your lips, Megumi pushed into you with one thrust, the sudden stretch making your legs shake and your body writhe underneath him. “Shit, why are you so tight? So fucking warm and perfect,” he rasped next to your ear, and you could hear how hard he was breathing as he thrusted into you, his cock hitting all the right places. “Could fuck this pretty pussy all day, baby, shit.”

“Me-Megumi – t-too big!”

“Shh, you’ll be fine. You’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?” he cupped your cheek, grinning sinisterly as he watched the way your greedy walls sucked him in. “See how you take me so well? You’re so small and pretty wrapped around my cock. I could break you if I wanted you,” he growled, his hands gripping hard at your hips when you clenched around him, enticing the man above you to quicken his pace.

Megumi watched with a lust filled gaze as your breasts bounced at the relentless pace he started, his balls slapping at your ass. “Oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you? You want to be stuffed with my fat cock in you? Fuck you until you’re a drooling mess? You’re so gorgeous when I fuck you stupid.”

“Yes, Megumi, agh. Keep going, keep going, I’m so close!”

“Oh, you feel like heaven around me,” he praised at your neck, his cock stretching you wide and pushing into you. Megumi groaned lowly at your ear as his palms flattened over your stomach that bulged every time he thrusted in, his balls tightening at the sight. “Look at how big I am for you, baby, but you’re doing so well. You were made for me – made to take my cock, shit, you’re so perfect around me. Gonna make you feel good, yeah? You’re such a good girl for me. Cum, baby, that’s right – I’m allowing you to cum.”

“Gumi, Gumi, fuckkk,” your legs tightened around him as Megumi panted with each harsh thrust, the black marks over his skin expanding and stretch when his forearm rested beside your head. His muscles clenched as he fucked into you deep, over and over again until he pushed you over the edge.

A silent sob left your lips when you came around him, your juices creaming around his cock. A few thrusts later, Megumi fell on top of you as you felt him spill his seed inside you.

He had too much that you felt both your cum dripping down your ass; Megumi pulling out with a slight wince from the oversensitivity. You struggled to catch your breath as you laid there, legs wide open and the cool air hitting your bare pussy. The door was still open, and Satoru and Geto could walk in on you both looking like this, but you couldn’t care, not when you could barely feel your legs.

You dropped your arm over your face, hearing Megumi pull his pants back up. “That was...”

“Intense?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, wincing as you sat up. Your hair stuck to your forehead in sweaty clumps, dawning on you now that you were still very much covered in your sticky cum. You recoiled from the seats as you realized Megumi hadn’t even put on a towel underneath.

“Shit. Is this chair even clean?”

“I sanitize it every after session. Don’t worry about it,” he rolled his eyes, his tattoos covered and hidden from your sight once more when he pulled his hoodie over his head. Megumi retrieved a clean towel from his drawers and wiped at your sensitive pussy, your legs immediately closing around his hands when the towel accidentally grazed your clit.

Megumi gripped your knees with a silent glare. “Stay still. I’m cleaning you up.”

“I didn’t peg you as an aftercare guy. Thought you would leave me hanging here,” you teased, but really, you were feeling warm all over again as you watched Megumi wipe you all the way down to your other hole, your legs still tensing up.

Once he left to wash his hands, you could relax, tugging your panties back up with immense struggle. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d fuck you good – you could barely feel your legs now.

“And have you make a mess by ruining my seat?” he sighed as he returned, helping you seady yourself while he snapped the slightly soaked panty back to your core. “No thanks.”

“You’re so mean, Megumi. I’m hurt.”

He rolled his eyes at your pout, leaning down to kiss you square on the lips. This time around, the kiss wasn’t rushed; it was slow and sensual, firm yet gentle, and his hands carefully massaged your sore hips that would soon bruise from his grip before.

“No, you’re not,” he mumbled through your lips, mimicking that lovesick smile on your face as he pulled away. “But babe, you know the rules. Now that you’ve seen my work of art – what tattoo would you like me to give you? My name on your inner thigh?”

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mochikeiji · 3 years

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Looking Like U Got Me

Request: "Prompt no. 56 and 55 for Gojo ＼(^o^)／"

55. "You look like my husband/wife"

56. "Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster"

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x Reader

↠ Warning: none! Simply fluff

↬ Word Count: 1.7k

↠ a/n: i accidentally mixed up prompts 55 and 57 ;-; but still hoping this turns out good!!

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event!

All he wanted was to wake up in bed, next to you— who would cuddle deeper in his arms even in slumber so he'd smother you with his kisses and tighten his hold around you and drift back to sleep longer, finally free of responsibilities for once and enjoy quality time with his only favorite person. But instead he wakes up with a groan passing through his lips, supporting his back side with his hand while shuffling to his side in a different position as the light sun rays shun through the window blinds, softly fanning his eye and forehead.

Gojo chuckles a bit before wincing. His lower back so tensed that he feels himself get older by the day. Pouting at the empty space next to him, he palms the cold sheet in wonder of where you are. Up so early in the morning when you could've just stayed in for him. How annoying. His eyes shut for moment when the scent coming from outside the room intruded his senses. Ah, you must be cooking breakfast. How sweet of you.

Thank goodness it wasn't another batch of dried crackers or cup of noodles that'll enter his mouth. He was never one to cook meals when he was on solo or when you weren't around. The very thought of not only the meal was awaiting for him outside, but also you excites him that it made him feel tingly inside. Call it dramatic, yeah, but it's not every day someone gets to wake up and immediately feel this full of love in the morning. You were the only and last love he's ever wanted to have in this world. It was so surreal even to him.

Sighing before pushing himself up, Gojo yawns out the remains of drowsiness in his system and stands. He didn't bother wearing a shirt since last night, claiming that he misses how his body rubs off yours in both comforting and suggestive ways. Plus it was just you and him home, he'd rather walk naked than wear the usual long sleeved uniform on a warm day.

The scent of coffee got stronger as he closes in his journey towards the kitchen. There was faint sizzling coming from the pan as you stood there in attendance. Stuck in your own little world, swaying to the sound of the radio playing, U got Me by Yung Heazy. It was one of the few songs that reminded you of Gojo back when you were both high schoolers. The exact song you remembered playing when you both hung out on a small cafe in Tokyo. Where he was so flustered, attempted to hide his blushes with his round glasses. The little things that reminded you of that memory never fails to make your heart race.

Of course Gojo knows this one as well. Because it was on that date as well he had call you, "his" after masking his embarrassment and from obviously checking you out every minute. How could he contain himself? He was a young man who was having trouble in the arts of love. Nevertheless he was glad to have grown up from those years. If his younger self could see him now, he'd be gagging at the sight of a softer version of his older self.

Snaking his arms around your torso carefully to avoid surprising you, he places his chin above your shoulder. Salivating at the sight of thick bacon in deep frying, shamelessly letting you know he was hungry from the sound of his stomach growling. "This is a nice way to greet me." you smile at the man behind you, who had his eyes closed in delight while rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat in need of attention. "Good morning to you as well, sweet cheeks." he says after pressing a kiss on your skin.

"You got up early." whining softly, his hair and nose tickling the side of your neck and shoulder, "I was hoping to stay longer y'know?" trailing his hands underneath the his shirt you were wearing, mapping out on all the skin he could squish and hold with his large palms. Noticeably pressing himself closer to your body, the much needed space gone but you weren't complaining. After all, this was Gojo, a man who knows no boundaries.

"I wanted to make breakfast for you. We haven't had one together since we're both busy." you say as you grabbed the nearby plate, turning off the stove as the now cooked meal sizzles softly from the pan before sliding down to the porcelain surface. In attempt to lick his lips at the now prepared food, his tongue grazes upon your skin, sending you to jolt a bit, hearing the joyous laughter from him as he places a kiss on the spot as an apology.

"W-why don't you go sit down, there's rice bowls and cooked eggs prepared already." stammering, you quickly excused yourself away from his embrace to clean out the mess from the counter. Gojo sighs out the adoration but obliges to your command. Not long after you had finally settled down in front of him. Seeing him in all smiles as he scarfs down on his food made you smile as well. Thank goodness his blindfold was off, they looked adorable twinkling in happiness.

This felt nice. To have an opportunity to be a normal couple once again. So many times you could only daydream of scenarios like this. He could say the same as now that you were present on the usual spot he'd come home to empty. Often dozing off during meetings thinking of where you were or how you were, the multiple times Megumi has fed up with his whining about how he never gets to see or have more time with you. Nobara even pointed out a fact saying, "You act as if you're both married." and Yuuji, being the happy child of the three had said something that always ponder in his mind, "Why don't you marry each other yet, sensei?"

It was a statement he's been considering for a long time. Marriage. Of course Gojo wanted to marry you after years of torment love. To have his precious students say that you both already looked as if you were married got him all heart racing, and very very happy. He's had vivid images of a life with you. Not far from what it is today, but imagine. Unlimited happiness after so long of fearing it. Perhaps maybe even tiny legs running around, giving him such big love as his grows for the family he's craved, watching you smile beside the doorway and calling them in for a meal.

If marrying you means he can have that every day, then the hell with it.

"You look like my wife."

The spoon drop echoes. Slowly his face erupted into a faint blush while staring back at your widened eyes and opened mouth. "What?" gulping down the stuck food in your throat, Gojo bites his lips watching you maintain your composure. So cute. "Y-you know you say funny stuff when you're out of it. Maybe some daifuku would help? Yeah! Wait a sec." quickly getting up from your seat and rummaging in your fridge, you breathed out the heavy puff of air from your lungs.

He did not just say that so directly towards you. Maybe you were dreaming? You wouldn't be if your heart wasn't practically being forced out. Gojo is always fun and games, right? He doesn't mean that.

Sad to think of it that way.

"Ow!" thumping your head above the fridge as you grabbed some of the take outs of Daifuku you got yesterday, closing the fridge back before returning shortly to Gojo, who seemed as out of it as you were. "You did say your brain functions best when you eat sweets. Luckily for you I bought these yesterday. That's why I cooked earlier now because I wanted to try it out with you!"

Gojo can't tell if he wants to be offended at the fact that you think he was joking or just now, cover his half of his face to hide his laughter and igniting squeals. God he wished he had his phone right now, the moment was just so priceless and precious as you were.

"...ter"

Muffles from behind his hand was heard. Tilting your head to the side, trying to process what he said but no avail. "What was that?" you moved a little closer next to him, tapping his hand away almost eagerly. When he does, you spot that knowing smile present on his lips and the uncharacteristic blush still painted on his cheeks.

"Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster, honey."

You've gotten more shy when his hand held yours in the most loving way while drawing patterns. Searching through his eyes if he was playing around, but you were met with ones you know of when they were full of sincerity. "I-i. You know, they were so cheap anyways and I figured you'd want them." he snorts before leaning his head on your arm and laughs hysterically. It was painfully obvious that you were in state of shock that you couldn't even process his words.

Up until now the effect he has on you was still there like before.

"Sweetie." he turns his body away from the table to face you, pulling you so that you were standing in between his legs looking down shyly on the floor. "I'm serious." his fingers reached for your chin to pull your head up to meet his features. His other hand still holding your smaller one; index finger tracing your ring finger in circular motions as if he was creating a make believe ring.

He should thank himself for falling in love and be trusting once again.

Because now, staring back at your eyes filled with the same amount of emotions as his. Reciprocating the exact thing he was feeling. Waking up just to start the day already wanting him to be there. Knowing all the littlest things he's shared. Hearing the erratic sound of both of your heart beats.

He knew he's made the right choice.

"You really do look like my wife. My future."

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bobbys-naughty-corner · 3 years

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So I’ve been playing dead by daylight recently and searching fan art of the game so now I’m horny for slashers. Here’s a fic of pyramid head

Warning: noncon/dubcon, 18 +, explicit. Read at own risk

Pyramid Head x reader

I woke right beside a generator and quickly rushed towards it. I hated when the trail started, I’m sure everyone does. And this place always made me more uncomfortable than any other. The killer being Pyramid Head gave me the hardest time. I’m used to getting caught and hooked but not caught and fondled. He’d know exactly where I was and always chased after me as if I was the only here. I wanted to get out of this school as quickly as I could. “Hey.” Feng whispered as she came to help me with the generator. I nodded her way and she told me she saw Pyramid Head on the other side of the school last. She knew I had the worst time with him. I heard the start of another generator across the hall, I guess that was the other survivors. Feng and I were close to finishing but when I saw Meg and Jake run pass the classroom my heart instantly sank and I felt uneasy. We’re they being chased. My heart beat thumped loudly in my ears and Feng and I both knew Pyramid Head was coming. But we didn’t even bother leaving the generator, we were so close.

Feng gasped and looked above me. I felt my body yanked and slammed against one of the desk in the room. Pyramid Head wrapped his hand around my neck, choking the life out of me. Feng flashed her flashlight in his face and he let me go, shielding himself from the light. I gasped and coughed, rolling off the desk and running away. I heard Feng cry out and she sprinted out the room limping and trailing blood. I helped her down the corridor and we rounded a corner to the infirmary and I covered her mouth as she cried in pain. When my heart beat stopped pounding in my ears I instantly healed her up. Using some of my clothing to bandage her wound. “Thank you Feng. Can you continue or do you need a minute?” She shook her head and stood up like she was never hurt. “Let’s go, we have one generator left.” And right as she said that we heard the doors turn on. They fixed all of the generators? Jake and Meg were really good at the generators. We left the infirmary and headed towards the Teachers room we’re we met up with Jake. “Hey! This way!” He beckoned us over and we rushed over to him. He led us to the doors that was already being opened by Meg.

My heart beat again thuddd in my ear and everyone scattered. Well everyone except Meg. She bravely stayed opening the gate even while Pyramid Head approached her. “Meg! Run!” I yelled at her. The killer turned his huge cone head towards my voice and began walking towards me. I ran down the corridor, his large very oversized sword dragging against the floor as he chased me. He was slow but not as slow as Michael. I heard the blaring sound of the gate opening. If I could just get around him I’ll be free. I ran up the stairs to the second floor and entered the equipment room. Hiding in the corner. I panted and tried to steady my breathing as I heard his sword clanging against the stairs as he came up. Should I have ran further? Maybe, but it was too late for that now. I didn’t hear the dragging of metal, I know he was on this floor. My heart still thudded in my ears, so I know he was close. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down. He was absolutely terrifying. My legs shook and my body dripped in sweat. Calm down, you’ll get out of this. Just relax. I took a deep breath in and out. But I nearly lost my shit when a hand clasped over my mouth. I opened my eyes wide and panicked but calmed down when I saw it was Jake. He put a finger to his lips to shush me. I nodded and he took his hand away from my mouth. He led me out of the room and down the stairs. We crouched and crept to the door. Jake stopped when he heard clanging infront of us. He pushed me against the wall and pressed his body over mine, caging me in between his arms as we hid from Pyramid Head. My chest touched his as I took heavy breaths. “Listen. He’s just going to keep going after you so I’ll distract him and you run to the door okay.” Jake said. He looked into my eyes and smiled a little. “No, I can’t let you do that. You could be killed.” I replied back. Our whispering was pretty loud but the tension only grew when we heard the killer again. “I’ll be right after you. I’m only going to run around the floor once and head straight for the door right after.” He said. I shook my head which made Jake frown. “Do you want to get out of this alive or what? We can’t just argue until he gets us. Now when I say run, you run. Got it.” He was stern and his tone was deep. As if talking to a child. I just sighed and nod my head in agreement.

Jake peeked out the door and motioned me to follow him. We continued to crouch towards the door. When we were close to the door we heard running. Fast, heavy thudding footsteps coming right at us. We turned around and saw Pyramid head sprinting. Since when?! We scrambled to our feet but Jake tripped over his laces. When I went to go help him back up he pushed me. “Run!” He yelled at me right before the sword pierced through his body. The sword even went through the floor. Jakes blood quickly spilled and touched my boots. I pushed myself back as Pyramid Head stepped towards me. I turned around and tried to run but he grabbed me by my hair. I was so close. The gate was right there. I cried, kicked and screamed as he dragged me down the corridor. He dragged me into the teacher room by the stairs and forced me over the desk. My face against the desk while his other hand held my hip. I gasped and jumped when I felt something grinding on my ass. His hand tore my shirt from where I had ripped it to help Feng. He grabbed my bra and tugged on it a couple of times. “Wait! What are you doing?! Stop!” I tried to push myself up but he was definitely stronger than me. The little muscle I had and height couldn’t even compare with him. He was a real beast. He pulled my bra this time making the fabric rip, the wire underneath cut my skin and it came off. He grunted, pleased to see my exposed back. Trailed his huge hand down my spine. Gurgles coming from the inside of his ‘head’, as if trying to speak.

He released my hair and my body. When I tried to get up he pushed me back but still didn’t hold me down. “Agh!” I cried at the force. I tried getting up again and he slammed me harder into the wood. I stayed still knowing if I moved he would just do the same thing. He wanted me to be against the desk but didn’t want to hold me down. After a couple of second of obeying him he raked his nails down my back. Digging into my skin enough to draw blood as his hands trailed from my shoulders down to the dimples above my ass. I kept silent, crying to myself as the pain of his nails nearly had me kicking. I forced myself to stay still. I felt the flat end of that pyramid on his head drag the blood down my back, playing with it and painting my skin in my own blood. His hands came beside my body on the desk and he bang to grind his bulge against my ass again. His grinding turned into humping. He pushed up my skirt and put his hand back on the desk and humped my ass, his bulge hitting right at my covered heat. He was rough and pushed my body into the desk, making the desk shake every time his hips slammed against my butt.

I was undeniably wet. My vagina enjoying the teasing of him trying to fuck me through our clothes. Well what ever it was he wore. I whimpered and held back my moans. My hands covering my mouth. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. His humps got faster and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moaned out and he pressed a hand to my lower back keeping me and the desk steady as he continued to thrust against my vagina. I heard small sounds of pleasure, grunts and groans, coming from him. Of course he was enjoying this. It was sick. What got him all riled up? Was it the killing? It couldn’t be? He didn’t do this to anyone else. But how would I know? I wouldn’t tell anyone about this. Did he does this to Meg, Claudette, or Feng? Would he even care whether if they were male or female? I was taken away from my thoughts when I felt his finger slide against my panty. I gasped and squirmed away, covering my breast and crawling on my ass. He growled angrily. He pointed to the desk and I shook my head. “Just kill me!” I rather die then go any further. He grunted and pointed at the desk again. “No!” I yelled. He stomped over to me and grabbed my arm. I yelped and stared at the pyramid as if looking at his face and whimpered. He pulled me up and brought me back to the desk. Gurgling and squishy sounds emanating from the Pyramid. It made me cringe. He was clearly trying to speak. He pointed to the desk once more and released my arm.

I shook my head no and he pushed me. He kept pushing me. Trying to make me to lay on the desk on my own. As he pushed and shoved me he growled. “Okay! Okay!” I yelled at him. I bent over but he lifted me back up and shook the Pyramid left and right, ‘no’. He didn’t want me in that position anymore. I used one hand to jump on the desk and lean back. He let out an approved grunt. He knelt down and the metal pyramid touched the bottom of my breast. He pushed my thighs up and apart. I stared at the ceiling and tried to remove myself mentally. Thinking of my new friends. Knowing that they’re back at camp, probably wondering where I was but safe until another trial. I gasped and nearly sat up when in felt something long and wet swipe across my slit. The pyramid vibrated as if he was laughing. His fingers moved my panty to the side but he still ripped them. His hand then came up and grabbed mine. I flinched away but he grabbed them again, gently this time. Entangling his fingers in mine, I let out a shuddered moan when the wet appendage licked my exposed folds. My hips bucked slightly and my legs rested on the edge of the desk. Did he really have a tongue? Does that mean he has a head? No, at least I don’t think so. The Pyramid was too narrow for anyone to wear.

He licked up and down my folds until his tongue slipped passed them and found my clit. “Mmmm!” I squealed through my closed lips. His right hand left my hand and used my arousal to soak his dirty fingers. I felt disgusted having him touch me like this but it did feel good. He was gentle this time. Unlike when he was humping me. I’d soon eat my words when he forced two fingers into my vagina at once. I cried and grit my teeth. My free hand pushing at his head while my other hand squeezed his. He grunted and I felt the wet muscle poke my clit. Flicking at my clit teasingly making me moan. His fingers scissored my hole, stretching me out. It felt uncomfortable since he was a big and thick man thing. His fingers moving in and out of me, the sounds of my wet pussy filled my ears. I squirmed underneath him and he groaned. His ‘tongue’ or whatever it was entered my hole between his fingers. It was longer, really long, and it licked my insides so nicely. My eyes rolled back and his fingers slowly slid out of me, holding my thigh as his tongue are me out. I felt my stomach sink in but also expand as my bladder filled up. I know that feeling. As many times as I loved it I hated it now. “Please stop I don’t want to.” I cried. He just continued and massaged my thigh. My arousal dripping down his chest and I was so close to cumming on him. He growled and the vibration sent me over. My back arched as much as it could and I cried out, I squirted over him and he pulled his tongue out. Tears streamed down my face and my legs closed when he stood up again.

I heard that thing he wore fall to the floor. He was now naked and I couldn’t look away from him. If he was clean I would be able to appreciate the massive body he owned but he was dirty and covered in blood. When I looked down I panicked when I saw the size of his cock. That’s not normal. No. Get it away from me. “Enough please! Just kill me!” I kicked his chest as he tried to grab my legs. “No! No! Stop! I said stop!” I kicked the Pyramid and he stumbled back. Groaning in pain. I guess I hit a sensitive spot. Of course I did, that heavy thing attached to his body was bound to be sore on his neck and shoulders and I’m sure it could never come off. “Please kill me, I want to see my friends.” I said. I was tired of this. This wasn’t apart of the trails. It was just escape or be killed. Why was he doing this? He shook his head and grunt, coming back towards me. His hands groped my boobs and I gave up. I was too afraid to kill myself and he wasn’t going to do it until after he had his way with me. He pinched my nipples, I whinced in pain and he immediately let go. My legs wrapped around his hips as he pressed his bare cock over my clit. Grinding on me and he played with my breast. He moved his chest closer and the pyramid lightly sat over my head. He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. My hand touched his body. It was a beautiful body, too bad it was dirty, the scars that was on him made it more beautiful. He moved my hand down to his nipple and I grazed it lightly. Feeling it becoming hard at my touch. I took a deep breath and sat up. He moved back and I used both of my hands to touch him. His cock throbbing at my soft hands. Tracing his veins, the sculpt of his abs, the definition of his arms, appreciating his massive form. He pulled my waist towards his body, the thing I assumed was his tongue came out and licked my cheek. I shivered and let him lick my face. Sucking in my lips when it got too close. His hands held my head gently and he brushed back my untamed hair.

He pushed me back onto the desk and slowly spread my legs. He positioned his cock at my hole and I stared off at a wall. Not wanting to watch him take my virginity. But he wasn’t having that. He turned my head by my chin and made me stare at the nonexistent head that was replaced with an oversized metal cone. He pushed in and my teeth gritted. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I chanted in my head. He was huge, too big for me but he kept forcing himself in. His hips clapped against mine but his cock didn’t even go inside. It slipped up, he spread my legs wider and tried again. He slipped again and let out an irritated gurgle. “I-it won’t fit.” He nodded yes, as if saying ‘yes it will.’ I shut up and let him try again. This time he used his hand to steady himself so his dick wouldn’t move anywhere. The tip slowly moving in, I whinced and cried as the stretched became unbareable. He was spliting me apart, I wasn’t as prepared for this as I hoped I was. His two fingers didn’t even compare. He growled as he moved in further, scratching my thighs and leanig his head back. I watched his dick sink into me and I even saw the outline of his cock through my skin. Blooding dripping down his balls and my ass as he tore my hole. I mentally thanked my parents for giving me my body, I couldn’t imagine being smaller and trying to accommodate to his size. I mean to him I was of course still small but it wasn’t so bad. He let go of my thighs and put his hands beside my torso, clawing the desk, the wood chipped under his nails. I wiggled my hips trying to pleasure myself and he immediately pressed a hand over my hip. I whined when he stopped me. Again he gurgled, why did he keep doing that, I can’t understand him. He stayed still and massaged my body. Soothing the pain from me. He was all the way in, our bodies connected. I suddenly just realized that my heart wasn’t thudding like it would normally if the killer was close. It was quiet. My body eased as if there was no threat. The warmth of his hands caressing my body.

“Please move.” I begged him. Glancing off into the distance before looking back at him. He slowly brought his hips back and slowly pushed back in. I felt my slick gush as he moved, feeling myself getting wetter just from one thrust. He grunted and picked up the pace. “Ahh, please more.” My hand reached out to his chest and he held my hand. Fucking me faster. My eyes rolled back and I bite my bottom lips, smiling to myself as my body was encased in pleasure. He groaned and held my hips as he began to go harder. Pounding away at me like I was some doll, but when i slapped his chest and cried out he slowed down. Rubbing his tongue over my cheek as an apology. I nodded and his tongue licked my nipples. I didn’t feel much at my boobs but knowing that his tongue was there sent shivers down my spine and euphoric shocks through my body. His dick abusing my cervix giving me beautiful pain.

“Mm! Oh fuck! Good! Feels good!” I praised him. His hands tightened at my hips and he bucked harshly but went back to his original pace. “You’re making me feel so good.” I continued to praise him. He let out a gargle that sounded like he was happy. He likes the praises? “Yes! Just like that, right there! Ahh! Yes!” I moaned. He felt amazing. My hand moved down to my clit but he moved it to his shoulder. He put his thumb in my mouth and dragged it over my teeth, gums and tongue. I sucked on it and got another groan from him. He pulled his thumb out and placed it on my clit. Fucking me as he rubbed my sensitive bud. “Oh shit!” I yelled. My eyes squeezed shut as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure hit my body. My insides felt like mush, my pussy felt sore and numb but the way his dick hit my cervix just proved how much my body loved it. The way I moaned, panted and yelled was music to him. My body convulsed under him as I came again. My mouth hung open in a silent cry as I came on his cock. He didn’t stop, he fucked me through it. But he did go faster. The desk moving under us, it was really loud. Pushing the desk towards the wall as he fucked me relentlessly. Rearranging my guts and making me stupid over his dick. I babbled nonsense and my body was numb and weak under him. Using me however he pleased just to get himself off. Making sounds like an animal as he brutalized my pussy. It was overwhelming. Why did I like it? Why was I enjoying it? Please stop. “Don’t stop.” I panted. The fuck was wrong with me? His tongue licked my lips and I opened my mouth letting it in. Tasting blood as he explored my mouth. Using his tongue to fuck my mouth.

He slammed into me. Again and again and again. He was close, his thick cock throbbed inside me and his hips stuttered once. His tongue still down my throat. I moaned over it and sucked on it. His thumb rubbed my clit again and I bucked my hips. It was so sensitive, he made me jump and move. My orgasm built up again. My bladder filling with fluid as I felt my stomach tighten. I choked on his tongue and gasped when he removed it. He pulled out and rubbed my clit faster and I squirted again as he shot his cum over my body. My hole clenched around nothing as I came. I shudder, shook and cried out. I bucked wildly and my eyes crossed. He pressed my hips down to help me relax. I panted and took deep breaths to help me get over my orgasm. When I finally relaxed he scooped his cum on his finger and put it in my mouth. My tongue lapped it up like it was an icicle. Moaning slightly just to please him. He groaned and stroked my cheek. He then left the room. Coming back with his blood stained sword. I dropped to my knees and waited for him kill me. He pulled me up to my feet and pat my head. Just do it! I yelled in my head. He brought the sword up to my neck and slowly sliced my jugular. Gagging on my blood, the pain was unimaginable.

I woke up at camp, my clothes back on and no evidence of what happened on me. “YN! Jesus Christ what took you so long?!” Feng ran over to me. I stayed silent and just curled up into fetal position.

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