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tunatoge · 9 months

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pairing: s. gojo x reader | next part >

when megumi asks gojo to teach him how to ride a bike, he panics–how would he teach a kid how to ride a bike when he doesn’t know how to ride one either? instead of admitting that, however, gojo goes out and buys a kids’ bike with training wheels, reassuring megumi that ‘of course he knows how to ride a bike, he’s the best cyclist in the world’! megumi doubts him the moment gojo’s confident facade falls and he eyes the bike weirdly.

you’re in the bath at your small apartment when gojo calls you, saying he desperately needs you. you immediately jump out of the tub and dry yourself as you attempt to simultaneously throw on your uniform. when you get to gojo’s place, you quickly look around in fear that something is wrong only to find little megumi and tsumiki crowded around a gaudy blue bike. megumi looks up at you, a bike helmet a size too big pulled over his messy hair.

“are you going to teach me how to ride a bike?” he asks as he scratches at the velcro straps on his knee pads.

huh?

everything clicks into place when gojo comes around the corner with unnecessary biking equipment piled high in his arms. you grit your teeth. of course gojo would ask you to teach megumi how to ride a bike, you and suguru were the only ones who knew how to ride one in the first place. you didn’t think it was too useful of a skill when you and your classmates were younger, especially after the young gojo clan head had called you a country bumpkin for knowing how to ride a bike, but you suppose it was important enough that gojo would deliberately go out of his way to get you to teach a kid how to bike.

as gojo deposits everything in his arms, you crouch down to megumi’s height with a smile on your face, pushing your still wet hair out of your eyes. you reach forward and adjust megumi’s helmet.

“how long have you been biking with training wheels?” you ask, pulling the helmet straps a little tighter and clipping them into place.

megumi purses his lips as he looks away to think. “a few weeks,” he says, “i want to be the first one in my grade to know how to ride a bike without training wheels, though.” you let out a little laugh as megumi tucks his chin away from you, his cheeks a soft pink.

“alright, megumi, i’ll make sure that you’re the first person in your grade to ride a bike.” you extend your pinky towards him, “i pinky promise,” you say, tilting your head with a bright smile. megumi shyly links his pinky with yours as your smile widens.

teaching megumi how to ride a bike is hard. gojo hovers over your shoulder as you run behind megumi as he pedals on his bike, watching with a small unhidden grimace every single time you let go of the back of the blue bike and tell megumi to ‘keep going’! not only does having gojo next to you make it significantly harder to instruct megumi, but you also have to listen to him attempt to console and give wrong advice to the kid.

you groan outwardly as megumi topples over on his bike a few feet away from you. as gojo begins to walk towards him, you bring your arm up and block him.

“satoru,” you warn, “if you continue to give megumi wrong advice again i will fucking punch you.” you turn towards him and glare sharply. “let me do this.”

you walk towards megumi and gojo falters, watching as you take the boy into your arms and pat the dirt off of him and make sure his knee pads are on tightly. the evening wind blows through your and megumi’s hair as you crouch down and pick up the ugly, scratched bike and help megumi settle back onto it. tsumiki stands up from the park bench she’s seated at and makes her way towards gojo, watching as you and megumi begin to race even further down the park’s bicycle only section. you let go and cheer loudly as megumi finally gets the hang of it, jumping up and down before bounding after him as he bikes around and around.

“i like them,” tsumiki tells gojo, letting gojo reach down and pull her hair out of her face as the wind begins to pick up even more.

“me too,” he admits softly, watching you and megumi turn around, listening as your and megumi’s elated laughter fills the empty park.

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ktgoodmorning · 22 days

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"Stop smirking, I'm mad at you"

Ona Batlle x reader

You and Ona get lost, inspired by this pic of her.

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You were just in the process of jamming your feet in a pair of shoes when you heard the doorbell ring. Knowing it was your girlfriend coming to pick you up, you hobbled over to open it, still putting your shoes on. “Buenos días, cariño!” Ona greeted you with the same wide smile you had grown to love, giving you a peck on the lips before entering your apartment.

“Hola, Oni. I’ll be ready in a second. Let me just grab my stuff.” Ona had made plans for the two of you to go hiking together, wanting to try out a new trail that Mapi had told her about.

Hiking wasn’t your favorite thing but you could make an exception if it meant spending time with Ona. You trusted that she knew you well enough not to plan anything too long or you’d get tired of it, along with packing lots of snacks to make sure she could keep you in a good mood.

You reappeared wearing a small backpack, ready for your short adventure, to find Ona sitting on your kitchen counter, waiting patiently. As soon as she saw you, she jumped down to give you another kiss. “All ready to go?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,.” You playfully rolled her eyes at her, knowing that you couldn’t have that bad of a time when you were with her.

Ona stood up on her toes to meet you, kissing your nose, “you’ll have fun, I promise. Mapi said this was a good trail.”

“Oh so now we’re trusting Mapi to plan our dates?”

“Okay. You got me there. But I do still think you’ll like this one.” You gave her a light chuckle as she pulled you towards the door, eager to get going and start your day together.

The entire care ride there, Ona was excitedly telling you about your upcoming hike and everything that you might be seeing. She held your hand as she drove, constantly stealing looks at you to see if you were as enthusiastic as she was. You noticed her constant glances over at you and you found it amusing. It was sweet how much she cared about you having a good time with her, even if you both knew you always did. You gave her hand a squeeze, giving her a bit of reassurance as she drove. Even if you didn’t love the activity itself, you were excited to have this much uninterrupted time, just the two of you. Plus she had reassured you that it was supposed to be relatively short and easy so you knew you should be able to get through it without too many complaints.

When she parked the car, the dark haired woman looked to you for reassurance once again. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can always do something else if you don’t want to.”

“Oni, I’m all in, okay? This sounds like it’ll be fun, and it’s not all that long anyways, I’ll be good I swear. I won’t even complain that much.” You gave her another kiss, hoping that she’d be settled by the fact that you were fully agreeing to this. It seemed to work as she gave you a quick nod. With that you left the car, ready for your girlfriend to lead the way.

Ona was right that it did seem to be more interesting than some of the hikes you’d done. There was more to look at- more interesting flowers, a view of the water in the distance, it really wasn’t bad. It was a beautiful day so it made for good conversation as you moved alongside your girlfriend. At times you would stop to take a picture of the scenery or look at some bird that you saw off in the distance. It was nice, peaceful.

After about an hour, you reached a small clearing that had a beautiful view of the ocean where you both decided to take a short break. Ona passed you the water bottle she brought for you as you both sat on some rocks, taking in the view.

“So,” she looked over to you, “what do you think of the trail so far?”

“You know, you were right. I like this one a lot better than the last, the scenery is better for sure.”

“Well don’t tell Mapi cause it was her idea and she doesn’t need her ego inflated anymore.” You laughed as she put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her so you could rest your head on her shoulder. The Catalan immediately pressed a kiss to the top of your head while you just sat, lost in thought, taking in the peace and quiet.

You appreciated how Ona helped you get out of your comfort zone and expand your world. She could push you to do things you never normally would while still making sure you were comfortable.

As it often did, your girlfriend’s voice broke you from your thoughts, “Should we start to head back so we make it in time for dinner?”

You gave her a nod and she loosened her arm around you, both knowing that you’d be the first to start complaining once you got hungry. Once you stood up, you offered Ona your hand, pulling her up to join you, giving her a quick kiss as soon as she did. Her lips chased yours, not wanting to separate for long. You smiled deeply, loving how she could never get enough of you as she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in tight for a longer kiss.

The two of you only separated when you heard another pair of hikers approaching, grinning at each other as you did so. “Shall we?” Ona offered you her hand and began to lead the two of you back in the direction you came from.

You appreciated the peacefulness of the hike back. The sun had lowered slightly in the sky and was casting a new set of shadows across your path, illuminating the scenery in a new way. The new lighting made you take notice of things you hadn’t seen before on your way out- more flowers, more little rodents scampering down the trees next to you. It was beautiful. For a second you were almost enjoying the idea of hiking.

At some point along the way, you noticed that at every split in the path Ona would stop and look around for a while before continuing picking which way to go. It seemed at first like she was just taking in the view, just as you were doing, but her pauses became longer and longer the further you went. You started to take notice of this but figured she must have a reason. Ona knew what she was doing, she went on hikes somewhat regularly, so she would definitely know the way back better than you would.

When you realized that you had been walking for an hour and a half and still saw nothing but trees ahead of you, concern started to wash over you. “Oni, you know the way back, yes?”

Your girlfriend stopped briefly and gave you a look, eyebrows raised, “Of course I do. I just wanted to take a little different route back so we could see some more of the trail. Is that okay?”

”Of course, it’s beautiful. I’m glad we get to see a bit more of it.” You smiled at her, reassured that the change in route was intentional. Ona didn’t seem to return your smile as she turned back to the trail and continued to lead you forward.

You continued to walk, keeping a close eye on Ona’s face as you did so, trying your best to read her thoughts. Her face would scrunch up in confusion at times as she tried to hide the way she continued to look around, trying to figure out her surroundings. The longer you walked, the more sure you were that you were lost. Your girlfriend didn’t realize how clearly her feelings showed on her face so it was becoming obvious to you how confused she was as she continued to try to find her way back to the car.

After it had been about another half hour, you gave her hand a tug, making her stop to look back at you, a serious look across your face. “Oni, we’re lost.” You were surprised to see her roll her eyes in response, apparently ready to get defensive. Hoping to calm her down some, you lifted her hand in yours to place a soft kiss on the back of it. “It’s okay, just let me help you find our way back.”

“We’re not lost! I can get us back just fine!” she snapped at you before sighing heavily, apparently annoyed at you for questioning her. “I have snacks if you’re hungry or something but you need to trust me. I know what I’m doing!” she dropped your hand and started forward again, not bothering to look back at you.

Even though you knew she was serious, it was so hard to take your girlfriend’s anger seriously. Especially with how she was now stomping down the path, it was like watching an angry toddler. She couldn’t help it, she was just so cute. When she offered you snacks in the middle of being mad at you, it was hard to take her bad mood personally. You smiled softly to yourself while continuing behind her

As you followed her closely, you secretly pulled up the trail map on your phone. Ona made it clear she was frustrated that you questioned her but you just wanted to make sure you made it back before dark.

When you came to another divide in the road, she stopped, eyebrows knit together, trying to decide which way was right. You wanted to stay quiet but when she tried to lead you the exact opposite direction from the car, you had to speak up.

“Love, I think we need to go this way.” You tried your best to speak gently, not wanting to upset her any further. The trail map said that if you took the path you were suggesting, you’d only have a couple more minutes until you reached the car, much closer than either of you realized. Certainly it would be a much quicker way back than the way Ona was trying to currently lead you, directly away from the car. At this point you were just waiting for her to give up her stubbornness and agree that you were right.

You didn’t notice the small smile that had crept onto your face as you both stood in a deadlock, staring at each other, until she finally broke.

“Stop smirking at me, I'm mad at you!” this time you definitely laughed at her as she was one step away from an actual tantrum. “Amorrrrrrrr, stop laughing at me.”

“Oni, you know I love you. And I’m sorry for laughing at you. But if we go this way, we’re literally less than five minutes from the car.” You took her hands in yours, calming her slightly as you spoke. The Catalan’s eyes were on the ground, seemingly ashamed to have gotten you lost on what should’ve been an easy hike. “Why don’t we head back to the car, we can grab some dinner, and then we’ll go back to my place and do the usual.” Ona finally looked up at you, confused by what you meant. “You know, the usual. We eat snacks, sit on the couch, ignore the TV, and make out.”

Your comment got a smile from her, the first one you’d seen in at least an hour. She gave you a shy nod, still not fully past the shame of leading you astray for the last two hours. “Oni, give me a hug.” Your girlfriend didn’t need to be told twice, launching herself into you without a second thought.

She held you tightly, clearly needing the hug more than you realized, before she mumbled into your shoulder, “sorry for getting us lost.” “It’s okay, love. Just don’t tell Mapi cause she’ll never let you hear the end of it.” You gave her a short kiss before grabbing her hand again, this time taking the lead yourself and successfully making your way back to the car.

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graybby · 13 days

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The F1 driver's Streamer sister

Lando Norris X Twitch streamer Russell!reader

Part 1 - ongoing series ! 820 words

Hi ! this is my first time writing anything on tumblr - I used to make fics on wattpad like years ago so I'm a bit rusty, hopefully you guys will like my content enough for me to keep up with it - graybby <3

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She's his sister?!

The door cracks open as Max rushes into Lando’s room giggling to himself.

“Mate guess what-” Lando’s head snaps up at the intrusion to what he was watching on his phone “what?” tilting his head questionably.

“You know that twitch streamer you watch Y/N?” - he definitely had his full attention now.

“SHE'S GEORGE'S SISTER!” Lando juts his lip out and tilts his head, confusion setting in.

Max laughs “George... George freaking Russell -you know?”

Lando’s face drops, jaw swinging open - “No fucking way… you-you’re lying to me, you have to be”

Max shakes his head, deadpanned trying to stifle another laugh. “How did you even find out?” the brunette says - shock written all over his face.

“George just posted on his private insta and it was a pic of them with HER private account tagged - last name RUSSELL”. Lando jumps to his feet running to snatch Max’s phone to see for himself still in disbelief.

His eyes scan the page immediately acknowledging the familiar last name she appears to share with the fellow driver he shares his races with.

“How the hell have they both kept this a secret? Does she even support him at the races? No one has ever spotted her at one " he remarks "Oh yeah - trust you to know that mate” Max pipes up earning a slap to the shoulder as Lando turns away grumbling.

Max laughs again “Maybe she hides away in the Mercedes garage, at least you might have a chance to be introduced to her now” Lando reddens at the thought of meeting his internet crush “Please shut up Max” he pleads trying to hide his blush behind his hands.

Max edges towards the door “Anyway, I’m going to bed - I’ll leave you to stalk her - night!”, “Whatever, night Max” he groans out as his friend shuts his bedroom door. He rolls over in his bed, reaching out he grabs his phone and wastes no time in searching for her account. Immediately finding said post on George’s page, he taps the tagged account - without a single thought he follows her. Turning his phone off his heart raced at the anticipation of whether she would even accept his request, him being an absolute stranger to her.

Ding!

He feels his stomach flip. She accepted! And followed me back! He feels his palms sweating. Rushing to his notifications he taps on her account and begins browsing through her posts, seeing a vast amount of aesthetic images - that give his .JPG account a run for its money- dating back a few years of her life, a sea of different hair colours and styles of clothing she has adorned over the years and still to his surprise a couple of candid shots of herself and George - a goofy smile worn on both their faces during a water fight on a beach holiday, his memeable pose in ski suits at a resort and most recently few shots from around the paddocks in Saudi Arabia from the last grand prix he had raced with George and the others only last week. Suddenly her change of streaming schedule and lack of main social media presence adds up - she’s been hiding in plain sight - supporting her brother while trying to maintain her distance from the Russell last name, probably knowing the craziness that would ensure if both the Formula 1 and her own twitch fanbase discovered who she was related to. He can’t help the smile gracing his face as he scrolls through her posts, staring at the smile that reaches her eyes in her pictures - capturing her beauty and personality oh so well. He wonders if she spent hours specially cultivating this flow of aesthetic images and if she had anyone in mind when she posted them as he ponders what else she might be hiding from her fanbase. Stop it Lando, he grunts to himself, a hundred thoughts clouding his mind she never mentioned in any stream that she had a boyfriend so calm down - but then again she literally hid her own brother and who he is. He continues doom scrolling her account much to his relief when he realises there's no evidence of a boyfriend in any of her posts - his thumb slips. Fuck!

His heart drops to his stomach as he realises he's liked one of her pics from two years ago. He immediately closes the app, quick to chuck the phone to the end of his bed as if it were physically hurting him to hold it any longer. He sighs and brings a hand up to rub his temples and tired eyes, glancing at his bedside table at the clock that reads two thirty AM, he decides he needs to try and sleep - hopefully she won't even notice.

As his eyes are fluttering shut he hears the dooming sound of an instagram notification.

Ding !

Oh fuck.

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ponderingmoonlight · 3 months

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(y/n) sparing Kokushibo's life for him to save her

Pairing: Kokushibo x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,9k

Synopsis: You find yourself standing in front of none other than the upper moon one. And while you know your chances are low and that your life might end in the dusk of day, you are able to cage Kokushibo into the upgoing sun. Until his eyes are filled with sorrow, until you make a decicion that might cost your life...

Warnings: this is my first ever Kokushibo fic so please let me know what you think! Like for Yorichii, I inserted a few pics into the fanfic itself so be prepared, angst to fluff, not proofread yet, NO MANGA SPOILERS 🤍

Special thanks to my dear @lavenderdrxp for the request!

The cold air of the night lashes against your sensitive skin without mercy, only warmed by your blood that runs down your frame like rivers. You are so tired. Tired of fighting, tired of your life. Why did you decide on becoming a demon slayer, developing into a quite skilled hashira? Right, because one of them murdered your whole village without blinking, because you wanted to protect humans from their cruel hands.

Your fingers start to tremble uncontrollably while you hold onto your sword for dear life, the handle smeared in crimson. The second you laid your eyes on him, felt his presence, you saw death itself. You’ve never encountered one of the upper moons carefully chosen by Muzan Kibutsuji himself. Until today, you were so keen to win this endless fight, thought you’d stand a chance against the demon king.

“Give up your dreams and die.”

But the man in front of you is the upper moon one. The man in front of you was able to almost kill you with just one skilled slash of his sword. Is this how you’ll die? In a 10-minute fight with a demon? Of course, you always knew your life would end like this. After all, this is the fate of a demon slayer, this is what you chose.

But…you don’t want to die. You want to live a long and healthy life, want to eat mochis until sunset and play cards with your friends.

“I will never give up”, you press out, dashing forward over and over again.

Your body begs you to stop and rest, to let your blade fall and never return to this life. But instead, you stare into his cold eyes, those beautiful colourful orbs that would fascinate you in another situation. How did a man like him end up being such a powerful demon?

“Foolish human. Do you really think you are able to defeat me?”

Your eyes dart up to the sky above. That cursed night that makes it possible for these creatures to walk on earth freely. But that faint shimmer of orange tells you that day will soon arrive, that maybe…

It might be stupid to even consider a win, that you’ll make it out of here alive. But if you are able to entertain him for a couple more minutes and trap him until sunrise, you’d be able to not only escape, but kill him.

Your mind starts to race, eyes scanning his body up and down. He’s quite tall and muscular, it won’t be easy to defeat him without any weapons. No, not even your katana will be enough. But maybe the poison you created with Shinobu-san will be.

“Use this against a demon whenever you feel like you can’t defeat him otherwise. This will make any demon unable to move for at least a few minutes.”

Every demon, she said. Every demon definitely includes the man standing in front of you. But will this be enough, are you actually skilled enough to even hit him? You need to inject the poison into his body, meaning a slice with your poisoned blade would be more than enough.

But that means you have to land a hit.

“You’re a fool if you really think I’ll give up so easily.”

Kokushibo needs to move, needs to end this fight before the sun starts to rise. You’re a hashira, his worst enemy. But instead, he can’t help but stare at you through the darkness of the night. You seem so unbothered by his presence, so confident in your abilities that it simply sweeps him off his feet.

Are you actually dumb enough to underestimate him? No, the fact that you keep your save distance to his sword tells him more than urgently that you know very well who is standing in front of you. No, your firm believe in yourself is enough to make you stand your ground.

And again, you dash towards him, holding onto your sword so tightly that your knuckles stand out white. He dodges your attack with ease, slicing through your tender flesh too light to hurt you critically. Oh, he knows all too well that he’s holding back, that you should be dead already. Why is he not able to end this fight, to finally get rid of you? Your eyes seem to gleam in the darkness, light up the word around him. When was the last time he saw the sun? He can’t remember. But your eyes have to be close.

A sudden pain crawling up his back rips him out of his pondering. What was that? Did you manage to hit him, is the sun starting to rise? Slowly he turns around, eyes finding your cramped-up figure on the floor. His flesh starts to heal in an instant, the only hint for your attack being a minor cut in his cloak. Yes, you indeed managed to hit him.

“I thought you are a hashira. Aren’t you aware that as a demon, I’m healing in an instant?”

Your heavy breaths hang in the air between both of you, your blood discolouring the forest ground crimson while your hands dig into the mud. This was all you’ve had left. It has to be enough, the poison has to function. Otherwise…

Your tired eyes dart towards him and the way he slowly approaches you. Will this be your end? Like in slow motion he raises his sword over your head, ready to behead you. At least you did what you could, faced him with everything you’ve head. Becoming a demon slayer meant being ready to give your life sooner or later. You allow your lids to rest, awaiting the bow of his sharp blade in silence. At least your end will be graceful, right?

But instead of his sharp blade, you are greeted by his tall figure crashing into you onto the ground. Is this real? Did the poison work? You force your eyes open, heart almost beating out of your chest when you begin to realize.

You made it. Despite the stinging fact that this man is the upper moon one, you somehow managed to stand up against him and steal his ability to move.

“You…poisoned…me”, he presses out.

What a fool he was for sparing your life when he had the chance to kill you so easily. Now the sun slowly but surely starts to rise, makes his skin burn uncomfortably while his venomous eyes stare right through your soul. You really are a brave one, bright orbs set on him while you free yourself from the pressure of his body above you.

“I did what I have to do. You are my enemy.”

Yes, you have to remind yourself over and over again. It doesn’t matter that his facial features suddenly begin to soften, you really don’t care about the way he stares into the rising sun. No, it doesn’t bother you that he looks almost…hurt.

“I haven’t seen a sunrise for a long time”, he mumbles.

“I love to see the sun rise. There is no better feeling than the first warm rays of the day against bare skin and that striking colours painted in the sky.”

“You look exactly like a woman who adores sunrises”, he comments so tenderly that you rip your gaze away from the orange sky for a second.

“And you look like a man who did as well”, you reply without thinking twice.

In the dim light he looks breathtakingly gorgeous. Yes, there is no doubt that this demon once was a handsome man with the kindest eyes. You hold your breath, the mark engraved into his eye reminding you more than urgently that this man is indeed a powerful demon. You should leave him to the sheer force of the sun, let him burn for all the sins he committed. But instead, a deep grief holds onto your heart tightly.

“I did indeed.”

Is that a tear escaping his eye? No, impossible. No demon you ever encountered cried, regretted his actions. Does he feel the presence of death haunting after him, the way his skin starts to burn under the first rays of sunshine? His forehead starts to redden before catching fire, making a deep whimper escape his lips.

“Do you want to live on?”

What a stupid question to ask, how reckless to even talk to him. Why does your hand cup his cheek all of the sudden, why do you feel sorry for one of the strongest demons in existence?

“Maybe dying in the upgoing sun is more than I am able to ask for”, he speaks out slowly and reserved.

Your mind starts to raise, comes up with a plan more poisonous than anything Shinobu has ever created. This is ridiculous to even think about, you are a demon slayer, a hashira to be exact. The thought alone is ridiculous.

But not ridiculous enough to stop yourself from grabbing him under his armpits and start hovering him into the safety of the thick woods, away from the dangerous rays of sunshine. You feel like fainting, your very own blood following you behind like a trail while you huff in exhaustion. But still, you keep on moving, shield his body from the sun with your blood-soaked coat while all he does is staring at the angelic sky.

This will be the death of you, as soon as he regains the power over his body, he’ll slice you into pieces. Why? Why are you not strong enough to outstand your pity, why weren’t you able to leave him to his fate? Instead, you find yourself hauling him up a pair of stairs leading into an abandoned cottage you’ve known for years. This is your safe place, your retreat from this cruel world.

And this will be the place you lose your life in.

You fall onto the cold wooden floor the second the door behind both of you is closed, your mouth tasting like iron while coughing up blood. You must be severely injured, given the fact how numb your body starts to feel and how your heart seems to beat slower with every passing minute.

Your eyes catch his shadow next to you, how it builds up into its old frightening gloom. The poison must have worn off, gave him back the ability to move freely. You swallow hard, glossy eyes widened in thick horror.

This will be your end.

“Why did you save me?”

His dark voice sends shivers down your spine, the sheer presence of his powers alone while laying on the floor helplessly almost making you lose your composure.

“I don’t know”, you mumble in response, voice nothing more than a fade away whisper.

His heavy yet light footsteps make the floor vibrate underneath his weight when he crosses the room and comes to a stand in front of you. All you can do is stare at his feet next to your head, waiting for your certain death.

“I’m the upper moon one”, he reminds you.

“And I’m…a hashira…”

You feel the wood next to you give in under his weight as he kneels down next to you, six eyes staring at you intensely. Why…why is he still hesitating? It wouldn’t be hard to kill you in the state you are in, even though the sun now almost fully rose. What a victory, killing another hashira off with ease, coming closer to being the strongest.

Kokushibo can’t help but admire you for the way you still carry yourself with so much pride. Despite the fact that you’ll die within an hour if not treated, despite his sheer presence by your side, your eyes still hold contact with his unwavering. Like in trance he leans forward, lets go of the handle of his sword for the first time since forever. As gentle as his hands remember to move, he places them onto your stomach, watches as your eyes fill with dread. Is he even able to use his powers after all this time ignoring them? He has to try.

The room lights up in red as your body seems to burn alive, a silent scream escaping your lips before you are able to stop it. Out of instinct, you grab on of his hands, hold onto it tightly while waiting for the sharp pain haunting down your body.

But nothing happens. No, it almost feels as if…your pain slowly fades away.

“You…You healed me”, you breathe out in utter disbelief, chest rising and falling so sharply that oxygen refuses to fill your lungs.

Your hands wander around your body rapidly, scan every inch of your busted skin to be greeted by nothing.

“You healed me.”

“You saved me”, he replies briefly, hands still pressed onto your stomach ever so slightly.

Time stands still, the only thing you can think about are his eyes. The eyes that were filled with sorrow when staring into certain death, the eyes that roamed around your body to check for your injuries, the eyes that are now locked with yours.

“Thank you.”

“I need to thank you as well”, he answers calmly.

“I-…”

You don’t know what to say. Is all of this just a dream? This creature, this force of a man kneeling next to you is none other than the upper moon one, the most dangerous demon after Muzan Kibusuji himself. But he didn’t kill you. No, in fact he even healed your severe wounds, saved your life instead of sinking his teeth into you.

He spared you.

Your life was saved by a demon.

“Join the demon slayer corps. Come with me.”

Your words leave your mouth faster than you are able to even think, regret immediately washing over you like a wave. What on earth were you just saying?

“Did you forget how I am?”

“In exchange for saving your life”, you continue.

He just stares at you, eyes widen in sheer surprise. He expected everything when he followed your tracks tonight, the mission Muzan Kibutsuji entrusted Kokushibo with still present in his mind. It was fairly simple: Kill the hashira with the bright orbs, the girl on her way to a nearby village flooded by demons.

But now that he’s sitting right next to you, his hands still resting against your stomach, your heartbeat pounding against his palms, he simply can’t imagine to end your life right here and now. No, the urge to brush his fingertips over your cheek just once, to feel the heat of your skin becomes almost unbearable. Is it because of your innocent eyes, because you saved him despite he injured you severely?

“We live in different worlds, (y/n). It is simply impossible for me to be a part of yours.”

Your stomach drops by the way he says your name, breath getting stuck in your throat. You’ve seen countless demons in your life, always hated every single one with all of your heart. But this man showed you his real face, that he is still human after all these years. Maybe there is still hope, maybe turning into a demon doesn’t have to be a death sentence. Maybe…maybe you’ll be able to save Tanjiro Kamado’s sister.

“Promise that we’ll meet each other again. Promise me that you’ll visit me here right here again soon”, you urge.

“I…”

Kokushibo is los at words, lost in your bright orbs, lost in your tenderness. Not so long ago, he was on his way to end your life violently, to kill you and leave with the arrival of the sun. But now he finds himself right by your side, his mind wandering just by the exciting thought of meeting you again.

“I will visit you again”, he finally gives in.

“Good”, you breathe out.

“Now, tell me a little about yourself. After all, we are trapped here until the sun goes down.”

“I don’t enjoy talking that much.”

“Come on…”

-one year later-

Your eyes gleam in the down-going sun, whole body electrified in excitement. Only a few minutes before the sun is gone, only a few minutes until you finally see him again. As much as you adore the play of colours in the sky just before the sun sets, you started to love the tenderness of the night far more.

Because it means he’s able to walk freely, because it means finally seeing him again.

“There you are, sweetheart.”

Your heart skips a beat, cheeks already heating up before you even turned around. You wrap your arms around his tall figure in an instant, his thumb gently stroking over your forehead.

"I still despise that scar", he states, eyes lost in your sight.

He was the one who did this to you, the one who almost killed you that night.

“That was long ago, Koku, please don't worry about it. I missed you, where have you been?”

There he stands as charismatic as ever, his sheer presence alone signalling nothing but power. You never fail to notice that he’s around no matter where you are, looking after you while fighting off demons. Oh, how much he hates to hide in the shadow, to keep his affection a secret. But there is no way he’ll allow any other upper moon to harm a single hair on your body, let alone Muzan Kibutsuji himself.

Gently, you wrap your arms around him the way he adores so much, rest your head against his chest while he strokes your hair gently.

“I need to keep you save, I am not risking your life over one meeting, (y/n)”, he explains in all seriousness.

“I’d rather die than not seeing you”, you reply with a grin.

“Don’t say that, (y/n)”, he warns you while wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

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toji-girl · 2 months

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miss you | pro hero k. bakugo

synopsis: Katsuki doesn’t do well when half of his heart is gone, he misses you dearly and you share the same feelings. Part of you is missing without him, and what’s the best way to keep him needy?

wc: 1k

tags: 18+ only content - mdni + fem reader + repost (please read) + all characters are over the age of twenty-one + not beta read + male masturbation + female masturbation + pet names + sex toys + sexting and video being sent + phone sex + he wears your panties + any missing tag lmk!

Three more days. That’s all he needs to wait to see you again, Katsuki thought to himself as he leaned back in his office chair looking at the clock, counting down the seconds until he gets to see you.

It’s been over a week since you went to go visit family, and while he usually goes with you, his agency needed him back home so he had no choice but to say, but he was always sure to text and call.

A part of him felt like it was missing when you weren’t with him, what started off as you being his sidekick kick which surprised a lot of people, and it quickly blossomed into enemies who fell in love.

Katsuki who you always called ‘an arrogant asshat' was able to sweep you off his feet, the mere thought of it made him crack a tiny smile as he pulled his phone out looking at your texts.

Every morning you were sure to send him a selfie of your outfit attached with a cute good morning text, then throughout the day, you would send him pictures of the things you were doing.

He tried to send a few of himself in the morning or while at work, sometimes you’d receive a picture of your favorite blanket with Katsuki wrapped up into it, and once after a lot of begging, he slid a pair of your lacy underwear on.

His bulge strained against the flimsy fabric as he stood in front of the mirror with flushed cheeks taking a few pics, your favorite one was the one when he turned around giving you a perfect view of his ass.

It became a nightly thing, especially after the second night when your side of the bed became too cold, Katsuki had no choice but to stretch his entire body over it or pile blankets next to him.

His favorite was when you posed in front of the mirror letting him get glances of your pussy that barely peaked from your shorts, his cock strained in his boxers as he stared at it before going through the other photos.

When he came home after a particularly hard day to an empty house, his first thought was to call you, thankfully you picked up on the second ring.

“Katsuki, hi, baby. How are you?” You asked on the other side of the line as you settled into your bed.

He kicked his shoes off and quickly stripped down to his boxers taking his uniform to the bathroom. “I missed your voice. I need you pumpkin."

His nickname for you lit a fire in your chest, reminding you of the first day you met him, it was four years ago around Halloween and you had a little ceramic pumpkin on your desk that Katsuki teased you for.

Now, it’s your nickname. "I miss you too, I’ll be home tomorrow night. How was your day? Anything interesting?"

Katsuki went off on a mini rant while he started the washer before heading to the kitchen with a sigh. "I just went off. Tell me about your day."

He listened to you as he made a quick dinner and ate it before heading to the bedroom with the phone shoved between his ear and shoulder, he pulled the blankets back and melted against the mattress.

"I have one more thing to send you, ok? But I have to get off the phone and help my mom with dinner. I love you so much Suki, I’ll see you tomorrow."

Once you hung up he looked through his texts waiting for the picture, but instead, it was a video.

He furrowed his eyebrows wondering what it was, the thumbnail was dark so he had no idea, and you only send pictures, never videos.

Clicking the video he was greeted by seeing you naked on your bed with a dildo, the one that was an exact mold of his dick. His eyes went wide and his cock throbbed in his boxers as he watched you lube it up with spit.

You slid the toy in and out of your mouth watching your phone while you cupped your breast moaning his name. "Holy fuck.” He grunted watching you remove it with a wet pop.

Quickly he grabbed the band of his boxers pulling it down freeing his aching cock, the head pink and leaking pre as he watched the video still as he yanked his drawer open on his nightstand grabbing his pocket pussy.

He could see the fake cock slide inside you as you straddled it at first before laying on your back and spreading your legs, you moaned his name grabbing the fake balls and fucking yourself with the toy.

“Katsuki! I-I need you!” You mewled going faster and arching your back, the sound of it came over his speaker and he could see himself in between your legs fucking you himself, your wet and warm pussy hugging him tightly.

He spit on his palm that wasn’t holding his phone then lubed up the length of his cock making it wet enough to slide the fleshlight over him, he matched your pace as red eyes stayed trained on the video.

“I want you to cum inside me so bad baby! I missed it! I want you so bad! Suki!” You whined grinding down on the toy.

Katsuki grunted as he went faster squeezing himself. “I’ll fill you up nice-fuck-going to make you squirt all over.” He moaned to himself as he kept his eyes trained on his phone.

You were going faster as well nearing your orgasm, it’s been too long since he’s felt your touch, and hearing you cry his name out was enough for him to spill his release into the toy, his cum dripped from the opening as he panted leaning his head back.

It was a mess, but for now, he didn’t care. Katsuki sent you a text before cleaning up to get ready for bed.

Katsuki: I think we should recreate that video you sent when you get home, be ready. I love you pumpkin.

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milkibabe · 11 months

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♥ family camping trip w/ stan (headcanons) ♥

✢ summary: headcanons on going on a camping trip with Stan’s family

✢ warnings: nsfw

Stan HCs

𝒮𝐹𝒲

It was of course Randy’s idea to bring you along, Stan didn’t want to subject you to his family for a week.

He was glad you came anyways since he loved having you around.

“Bring your earbuds, you’ll need them in the car"

You and Stan of course shared a tent together.

Stan was a pro at putting the tent together since he had gone camping with his family since he was a toddler.

Stan literally wakes up the latest out of everybody.

You would always get up early to start making breakfast with Sharon.

Stan unzips the tent and comes out with his black hair all messy and rubs his sleepy eyes.

“That smells amazing babe”

Stan sleepily holds your waist and rests his chin on your head while you prepare breakfast on the little propane stove.

Randy says cheesy dad stuff like “ah, young love” and “to be a teenager again”.

Stan always rolls his eyes at his dad being cringe, but you find it endearing.

Sharon always tries to make sure you’re eating enough.

Shelley was forced to go with, but you and her get along well enough.

Stan LOVES documenting everything you guys do with photos.

You’ll just be cozy in your pajamas, wrapped in a blanket, roasting marshmallows when he whips out his phone to take cute pics of you.

He’s totally posting a photo dump of you two on his insta when he gets back home (and has wifi).

Asks you to go on hikes with him away from his family when they become a little suffocating.

“Are your feet tired? I can carry you on my back.”

You two go on the most romantic midnight stroll by the lake and stare at the pretty stars.

He’ll let you sit on his lap while you two listen to music in the dark.

While you two are sitting and taking in the view he wraps his arms tightly around you.

“Look at the sky tonight— all of the stars have a reason”

𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦

Stan’s a fucking fiend for risky sex, so this camping trip is his time to shine.

Purposely told you to sit way in the back of the car during the road trip so he could finger you under his blanket when he got bored.

He was so eager to fuck you he told his parents “we’re heading to bed early, its been a long day” on the first night.

It was like 8pm...

As soon as you zipped the tent closed Stan’s hands were already roaming your body.

“Fuck, your ass looks so fucking good in those shorts”

Wanted to give your ass a loud slap but his parents were literally 40 feet away outside the tent.

Opted to biting and marking up your body instead.

As soon as you got a little too vocal he’d grab your jaw with his hand and hush you.

“Do you want my parents to know just how much of a slut you are for me?”

You’d of course shake your head no, which would make him give you a quiet chuckle.

“Then be a good girl and be quiet for me.”

He says that but would go right back to making it impossible to stay quiet.

It’s almost as if he likes making your life harder than it needs to be.

Slides his fingers inside of you and fingers you, just slow enough for you to always be on the edge.

You beg for him to let you cum in the quietest voice you can muster.

“Be patient princess, as soon as they all go to sleep I’ll give you what you want.”

His parents go to bed finally and after a while Stan finally withdraws his fingers from you.

You whimper desperately but become excited when you hear him shuffling out of his boxers.

With no hesitation he thrusts into your needy, wet pussy.

He’s on top of you, clamping your mouth shut to keep you quiet.

Tears start to spill from your eyes as they roll into the back of your head.

“Mmm, fuck, your so fucking tight for me. Squeezing me like a good little slut.”

That was enough to send you finally over the edge as you release the tension within your body into a heavenly orgasm.

Stan cums inside you soon after that, painting your walls with his seed.

Stan rolls over, sweaty and out of breath.

You were tired and satisfied, drifting off to sleep when you hear him softly say something.

“Oh princess... we aren’t done yet”

Welp... you are not getting any sleep tonight.

#south park x reader #stan x reader #stan marsh x reader #south park #stan x reader smut #south park hcs #south park fanfiction #stan marsh

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rosieofcorona · 6 months

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The Shape of Your Hands

Guess who's back with another soft Halsin x Tav fic. Literal (but very mild) hurt/comfort themes, so TWs for: blood, stitches, minor injury. Also on AO3, if you prefer. Thank you for reading! 💕

“You seem impatient,” Tav observes, as Halsin fiddles with his whittling knife.

In his opposite hand, he holds a piece of wood so sharp it could rival a blade. He had intended it to take the shape of something pleasing, something soft– a songbird, perhaps, or a poppy flower. The shape of her hands. The long fingers, the slender wrist.

Instead, he has made a weapon.

He is consumed by thoughts of Thaniel, resting fitfully in his tent, and of Oliver, somewhere out there beyond camp. Of the curse that split them, ripped the very fabric of nature down the middle, and cloaked them all in unending, unyielding night. He slices absently at the wood, over and over, the shavings piling in little coils at his feet.

“It’s been a century of this,” he sighs, gesturing vaguely at their surroundings. “I am anxious to end it.”

“As we all are.”

“Then why idle here in camp?” He takes a tone he doesn’t mean to, but cannot seem to help.

“We are not idling,” Tav bristles. “We are spent. Even your magic– even Gale’s magic– is depleted in this place.”

It’s the truth, though Halsin is loath to admit it. The Shadowlands weaken even the most powerful among them. Bend them. Break them. He has seen it.

“We will gather ourselves,” she goes on, “And we will finish this. After a hundred years, what’s one more day?”

“What’s–?” Halsin’s frustration sneaks up on him, crashes over them both like a rogue wave. “You do not understand. One more day is one more day, when one more hour, one more moment is insufferable–”

His knife cuts in, literally, the sharpened edge slipping past the grain and into his finger, deep enough to make him drop the wood, to suck in a breath through his teeth.

It distracts him for a moment, forces his anger back onto himself. Or perhaps that’s where the anger’s always been. It is his fault, he knows, that this has gone on so long, that the shadow-curse has been allowed to linger. If he had been wiser, less distracted, less careless–

Careless. He almost laughs at the irony of the moment, the cut on his hand pulsing.

“Here,” says Tav, softening. “Let me help.”

She comes to kneel before him, takes his blade and sets it gingerly beside her on the ground. It glints in the firelight in a way that makes it look like it’s winking, taunting him as a little rivulet of blood flows down his palm.

“It’s nothing,” Halsin insists, though the grimace on his face gives him away. “I can heal it.”

“You ought to save your energy. It’s not as bad as it looks.”

She is holding his big hand in both of hers, turning it carefully this way and that, examining the damage.

“I can stitch it, if you like,” she offers, flicking her eyes up to his. “Astarion’s been teaching me.”

“To stitch wounds?”

“Well, to embroider.” She gives a sheepish little grin. “But he says I’m very precise. And he’s not the type to lie to spare my feelings.”

Halsin nods his consent.

Tav stands and walks toward her tent, and Halsin presses his other hand into the cut to stem the bleeding. It would be easier to cast something simple, he thinks, but she’s right– to use his magic on so small a thing, with all that was still to come, would be a waste.

Through the firelight he sees her silhouette returning, supplies in hand.

“Come closer,” she says, settling cross-legged before the fire. “Put your hand here.”

She shows him, places her own hand on the edge of her knee.

“I’ll get blood on you,” he cautions, but she only laughs at that.

“You would not be the first.”

Halsin does what she asks of him, sits across from her and rests his hand, palm side-up, on her leg. She bends close to examine it again, to wipe away the blood with a soft white cloth.

“I owe you an apology,” Tav says softly. “I forget, sometimes, how long you have been fighting, when I have only just picked up a sword.”

He feels the prick of the needle, the pull of the thread. The whisper of breath on his skin.

It is equal parts reward and punishment to have her this close, this way. To have her tend to him, to touch him and not be able to touch her back. Not in all the ways he wants to.

This is the part he doesn’t tell her, the part she doesn’t understand. It’s not the shadow-curse alone that feels so urgent. Each day in darkness is a day he cannot make his feelings known– a different kind of torment, but not lesser.

They sit in silence until she finishes. A final knot, a cut of the thread, and she sits back on her heels to inspect her work. Six tidy little sutures in a tidy little row.

Astarion was right.

This is the kind of thing he taught his students in the Grove, before the war, before the curse, when he was not yet named Archdruid. When things were simpler.

When he thanks her she relaxes, swipes at her brow with the back of her hand. She leaves the barest streak of blood trailed like a comet across her temple, and Halsin, without thinking, reaches forward to wipe it away.

If she’s surprised, she doesn’t show it. Tav seems to turn into his touch, to feel as much of him as possible, to rest the softness of her cheek against his fingers.

He wants to kiss her in this moment, just like this.

It would be easy to lean forward and press his lips to hers– only gently, at least at first, harder if she reciprocated. He can imagine her soft hair woven between his fingers, later wrapped around his fist as his mouth moved down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone.

He can almost feel her weight on him, can almost hear the little sounds that he could draw from her if she would let him try. If he would let himself.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” Tav smiles.

She sweeps the thought from his mind like a hand passing through smoke. It’s for the best, Halsin thinks. They cannot afford distractions now.

Still, it doesn’t stop him placing a kiss against her forehead, or stroking her cheek with his thumb one final time.

He reassures her. “There is nothing to forgive.”

He resolves that when they leave here– if they leave here– he will tell her all the things he feels out loud.

One more day.

#halsin #bg3 #halsin x tav #halsin x reader #baldur's gate 3 #hurt/comfort #halsin fanfic #bg3 fic #fluff #all the tenderness in the world #my fic #like I know I already did this in a different proverbial font but #he needs so much comfort #LET TAV COMFORT HIM #tw: blood #tw: injury #tw: stitches #halsin x fem! tav

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dizscreams · 1 year

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Hello! I’m a new follower and I think you’re an awesome writer, and I love your stories! Could you possibly do a Sam carpenter x fem reader that takes place in scream 6 where during the attack in the apartment the reader gets badly injured (doesn’t die) or something like that and then Sam like is really protective after that? If not that’s perfectly fine!! ❤️❤️

ty lovely you’re very sweet! I hope you enjoy :)

Still Alive — Sam Carpenter ★

PAIRING: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

A/N: a new Sam fic is due babes 😌 i also loveee the middle pic sm it gives me such her vibes like hello? 🤭 ALSO I KIND OF WENT OFF TRACK IM SORRYYY

You can’t focus, your surroundings are far too overwhelming. Sam and Mindy just made it across the ladder and they’re yelling trying to rush you across, Anika is on the bed with her organs practically spilling out, and you’re trying to crawl across a ladder from extremely high up with an injured arm and an injured leg.

Tara and Chad had managed to run out of the apartment, Mindy got her arm slashed, and Anika got a brutal attack to her abdomen. You got attacked trying to protect your lovely girlfriend, Sam. It was worth it though since she didn’t get hurt at all. It would all be worth it, all you have to do is successfully make it to the other side.

“Y/n, come on!”

“You can do it, baby!”

“Hurry!”

You grunted and crawled faster, Anika’s cries from the bedroom and the encouraging yells from your friends motivated you. “Just look at me, y/n. Focus on me,” Sam said while reaching out to you. You shakily grabbed her hand and she pulled you across. Danny, the neighbor, picked you up and helped you through the window. Once your feet landed on the ground you broke into a sob and crashed into Sam’s arms.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you. Everything’s okay,” she told you while rubbing your back soothingly. She’d never tell you but she was terrified you wouldn’t make it. She couldn’t lose the love of her life, she wouldn’t be able to make it. She’s not sure what’d she do if she lost you, but she does know she wouldn’t sleep until the Ghostface that killed you was in the ground. There was no need to worry about that though cause you weren’t dead, you were alive and breathing and she’d go out of her way to make sure you stayed that way.

Sam was brought out of her thoughts by Danny, Mindy, and yourself shouting at a struggling Anika on the ladder. She was shaking, the poor girl was bleeding everywhere and Sam’s anxiety suddenly spiked. “Anika, you have to move right now!” Mindy yelled, “Cmon Anika! You can do it!” You followed. Sam watched with wide fearful eyes as Ghostface slammed his knife in the windowsill and gripped the ladder Anika was slowly crawling across. She muttered a curse and rushed to the window.

“Anika! You have to hurry!”

Anika looked behind to see Ghostface with the ladder in hand and started screaming, “No! No! Guys I can’t do it!”

“You can, Anika!”

Ghostface started moving the ladder quickly. Anika started violently shaking and rattling on it, she was going to fall. “Anika move, I’ll grab your hand!” Sam yelled at the girl. Anika’s sobs restricted her from responding but she sluggishly moved towards the other side. Ghostface started moving the ladder from side to side causing Anika to shake rapidly. Mindys heart dropped at the realization that her girlfriend was making this out alive.

“Baby I don’t want to die!” Anika yelled at her girlfriend. “You wont!” Mindy sobbed. “Grab my hand Anika!” Sam shouted since the girl was in reach. Anika reached out, one hand no longer on the ladder and Ghostface takes this opportunity to roughly lift and then tilt the ladder to the side. Anika fell to the ground with a blood curdling scream.

The world went quiet for a moment, you looked between Anika’s dead body and the Ghostface on the other side. He took his knife and left the scene. Mindy dropped to the ground sobbing and you kneeled down to comfort her. Sams eyes flashed with anger just thinking about the killer and their stupid plans. She was going to finish this, she was going to end the endless suffering Ghostface caused.

She needed to protect the ones she loved. She would do anything. “Come on the police are here,” Danny said quietly. You nod and helped Mindy stand up. You interlock arms with her and Sam grabs your free hand, you give her a small smile before you start walking.

It was the next morning and you guys were sitting in an ambulance while the police searched the apartment. Mindy was wrapped in a blanket with Taras head on her shoulder, Chad had his arms crossed while he stood protectively in front on the vehicle’s doors, and you were standing with Sam near the alley. She had her arms wrapped around you and her head on yours. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Ethan ducking under the caution tape, just as you were about to go up to him Chad beat you to it.

Chad slammed him against a news van and asked him a few questions before Ethan saw you. Chad let him go and Ethan quickly went up to you. “Y/n, I’m so sorry-”

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Sam told him while getting in between the two of you. You put a comforting hand on Sam’s shoulder, “It’s okay, Sam,” you turned to Ethan, “Where the fuck were you though? What happened to studying, Ethan?” You asked sternly. He was suspicious. “I-I’m sorry I got caught up at econ. I tried calling, but you didn’t answer..” he stammered. You eyed him up and down then looked at Sam’s cold expression. Looking back at the boy you nodded in understanding, “It’s fine.”

He looked at you apologetically and went over to Chad and the others. They treated him the same way you did, like a number one suspect. You turned to Sam and hugged her, “Thank you.” She stumbled back a bit, stunned at the impact, “For what?” she asked you. “For always having my back.”

She smiled and hugged you back carefully so she didn’t injure you further, “You’re welcome.”

You were too good for this world, too good for her, too good to be hunted down by a serial killer. You didn’t deserve any of this shit. Sam gritted her teeth at the thought of you getting hurt again. That asshole was going to be put 6 feet under and she’d make sure of it. She’d do it herself.

#grab your popcorn i did my dizzy thing i do where i go off track of the request but #it’s okay cause I think I like this #not proofread #ofc #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫#scream 6 #samantha carpenter #sam carpenter #samantha carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x reader #sam loomis #samantha loomis #ethan landry #tara carpenter #anika kayoko #chad meeks #Mindy meeks

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mixedcaramel · 6 months

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Would you buy my feet pics

If…Yes prove it 🦶🏽

Give me a price you think my feet are worth and I’ll send a photo you can go low or high all your choice. 💋

#feetfans #feetish #footgoddess #feetfinder #foot feddish #foot lover #feetcurves #feetforyou #lick her soles #lickmyfeet

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somekindofpoet · 1 year

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Hey, Crush could you maybe do a little smutty drabble of Tara sending you increasingly less innocent pics of her while you’re out and when you get home she acts like nothing’s been going on but you can see the excitement in her eyes when you tell her just how much they’ve effected you (and maybe that someone she doesn’t like saw it) making her plan go flawlessly Tara is the embodiment of 😈 Emoji in my eyes but I’m definitely simping for it

I 🖤 Tara Carpenter

As much as being away from rugby infuriated you, being with your friends from the team made you almost as happy as Tara did. Almost.

When they invited you to the clubhouse you hesitated to say yes. You weren’t sure being on the pitch was a step you were ready to take. But Tara pushed you into it, told you that you needed to be around them, even if it was for a little while. It was strange, she almost never wanted you to leave her side unless she had ulterior motives. But you went anyway, not wanting to piss her off.

You’re happy you went. You may not get to play rugby anymore, but that didn’t stop you from wrestling and jostling your friends. You’re in the middle of judging a tackling contest in the clubhouse when your phone vibrates. You look down and grin when you see that it’s Tara. You open the message and gulp, glancing around to make sure no one else can see.

She’s in a sheer nightgown that barely covers her, the angle hiding most of what’s underneath. Still, it’s enough to make your mouth water.

“Y/n! Put the fucking phone down and watch this!”

You cough, trying to clear your head and lock the phone, leaving it face down on the table. You laugh at the tackle the rookie tries, especially tickled when she’s stiff armed to oblivion.

Your phone vibrates two more times, one right after the other. You pick it up, open the message and nearly choke. This time Tara is in lacy underwear and knee high socks. You’re surprised at how well she works the socks. It’s not an easy thing to pull off, especially for someone so short. But she rocks it. You lick your lips, noting every detail of the pictures.

“Dude, what’re you looking at?”

One of your friends comes over and tries to peer over your shoulder. You lock the phone and practically throw it on the table.

“Nothing. Girlfriend is texting me.”

Your friends face lights up, “You’re getting nudes right now aren’t you?!”

You frown, “No.”

“You are! Tara Carpenter is sending you nudes!”

You snatch the phone as she grabs for it, and slide it into your pocket. It vibrates again. Your friend peers down at you, an idea forming in her head, reflected in her expression. She turns to the girls wrestling on the tile floor and yells at them.

“Guys! Y/n is getting nudes from Tara!”

You stand, slapping her shoulder, “Don’t start this game. You know I’ll win.”

She turns to you and grins, “Maybe. But you can’t beat all of us.”

A handful of other rugby players gather behind her, their eyes curious. You step back, your hand on your phone like it’s a revolver in a holster.

“Ladies, don’t do this.”

It’s in vain. They laugh as they rush you, chasing you around the clubhouse, knocking over tables and chairs. One of them finally catches you and slows you down enough for three others to drag you to the ground. It takes two more to lean on you so they can pull your phone from your pocket. One of them holds it up triumphantly.

“Got it!” She looks down at the screen, “Awh, you have her as your lock screen. That’s actually surprisingly cute, from you.”

You can’t speak because you hardly have air in your lungs and you’re busy still fighting them. You squirm under them, almost knocking them loose. The girl with your phone frowns at it, dropping her hands.

“What’s the passcode? Anyone?”

None of them know. You smirk, triumphant despite the fact that they’re nearly suffocating you. They all sigh and give up the game. They pull you to your feet and dust you off, laughing and shoving each other. Your phone is placed back in your hands and you see you have three new messages.

Your friend punches your shoulder, “You know we wouldn’t have looked anyway. Unless…you know…you want to share?”

You put the phone back in your pocket and shove her, “Not a fucking chance.”

She shrugs and laughs it off, her attention moving to something else. You quietly make your way to the bathroom, lock the door and sit on the toilet lid. You can’t unlock the phone fast enough. She’s sent you three more pictures, each one more revealing than the last. The third picture leaves nothing to the imagination and you decide you’ve been out long enough. You leave the bathroom and say your farewells, taking the verbal jabs from the girls as they make fun of you for being whipped.

On your way out the door you turn back to them, “If you saw what was on my phone, you’d be gone already.”

They all start scrambling after you again and you sprint out the door and to your car. They give up before they even reach the parking lot. You blow them a kiss as you drive off.

When you get to Tara’s house, you’re ready to kick the door open. Luckily for you, she never locks the thing, so you swing it open and let it slam shut. The smell of garlic cooking makes your mouth water almost as much as the pictures had. You head for the kitchen and find her fully clothed, cooking herself dinner.

She turns when she hears you and flashes you a smile, “I figured you’d be gone longer. I can make you extra, if you’re hungry.”

You narrow your eyes, well aware that this is a front. One of Tara’s games she likes to play. She turns back to the stove and stirs the food in the pan. You leave your phone on the counter and slowly approach her from behind. Your hands slide around her waist, your lips press into her neck.

“You know, if you didn’t want me to go, you could have just said that.”

She tilts her head enough to look at you, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“If you’re wearing that lacy underwear under your clothes, I’ll know you’re lying,” you growl in her ear, squeezing her hips.

She sets the wooden spoon down and turns in your arms, your hands sliding down her waist to her ass. She laces her fingers behind your neck and smiles up at you.

“Are you here to find out?”

#crush answers #skin deep drabble #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader

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MAMA'S BOY - NERO

ft. nero x fem!reader

a/n: if nero does not stop looksmaxxing omfg why is it so hard to find a pic where he isn't mewing? this is admittedly so super self-indulgent and idek what the dmc fandom on tumblr is saying so... if this gets four notes i'll still die happy. feedback and reblogs appreciated :3 ty to @thevirgincherry for beta reading !! ilysm MWAH

cw: 18+ content, mdlb, nipple play, tit play(?) in general, use of mama, handjob, cum eating, super sappy smut basically

word count: 1.8k words

“You've gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” Is the first thing that spills past Nero's lips when you mention shifting the dynamics a little bit in your relationship. He's giving you an incredulous look, one of his brows arching towards his hairline.

“I'm really not. You're so irritable all the time. You need to let yourself relax. All that cynicism is getting to your head.” You say with a frown, your brows furrowing as you look at your boyfriend. He's giving you that look again - the one that says he's about three seconds away from saying something downright horrific, but he's choosing not to - to spare your feelings, of course.

“Right. And so, what… you coddling me like a kid's meant to… miraculously make me a ray of sunshine?” He scoffs, his own brows pinching together in frustration as he runs his hand through his hair. The cybernetic one, ‘cause his human hand is currently twitching at his side. “Baby, I love you, but seriously. I've been handling myself for a long while. I don't need you to do it.”

You know it's not that - you know Nero well enough to recognise the uncomfortable shift of his feet and the way the tips of his ears turn a slight pink. He's embarrassed, even if he's trying to hide it. A sense of unease always comes over him when he thinks about being taken care of. It's a luxury he's never had - one he thinks he doesn't deserve.

You give him that look that he really, really hates. ‘Cause you really are the only person that's always looked out for him, so seeing the way your eyes narrow in frustration is enough to have him wanting to kneel at your feet with his tail between his legs, rubbing himself against your thighs and pleading until you forgive him.

Shit. Maybe he's more cut out for this whole ‘mama’ shit than he thought.

His resolve wavers, his hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck before he lets out a soft sigh and nods. “Alright, alright. I’ll try it out, but I ain't promisin’ shit.”

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

Turns out all Nero needs is a few stern words and gentle touches and he's rolling over like a good boy, exposing the soft underbelly he tends to try and keep hidden. When he comes home drained and you're quick to guide him to a bath, it's hard for him not to completely melt under your attention.

Scratch his scalp when you're washing his hair, and he's fully ready to go all ‘yes, mama’ to whatever you want. He's happy to bare himself for you. You want him bent over the back of the couch? On all fours? He'll stick his tongue out and beg for it like a good boy if it meant you'd give him that proud expression that makes his heart feel like it's beating again. Mama gets what mama wants, and that's an irrefutable fact.

“C'mere, baby.” You coo after he makes his way into the apartment after a long day of ‘work’. Blood splatters his feet dragging against the floor. His movements are exhausted - slow and rugged. You can see that glazed over look making itself present in his eyes, his gaze somewhere off in the distance.

His body is working on autopilot as he makes his way to the sofa you're sitting on. He flops down next to you, and the change in him is immediate. The tension melts from him as he buries his face into your chest, nuzzling his way between your breasts as his hands clutch your waist tight enough that it's almost painful.

“Mama…” He croaks out, pressing himself right up against you, trying to wriggle his way on your lap without ever having to disconnect any part of himself from your warmth. You cradle him as best you can - it's not necessarily the easiest thing to have a 6’2 demon hybrid trying to curl up on your lap like a kitten, but he always manages to find a way to worm himself into your arms, clinging to you like he's scared you're gonna vanish as soon as he closes his eyes.

He's never found it so easy to be loved by someone. You gave him that unconditional, no strings attached love. You loved him just ‘cause he was worth loving in your eyes. Not because you needed him for something, or because you had some sense of pity for his situation.

You were easy to love, and his love for you was unwavering and all consuming. It was far too easy to fall into you with your kind eyes and gentle touch. He didn't have to deal with the shit of his life when he was with you. He could finally relax. He was safe.

“Missed you.” He breathes out against the skin peeking out from the low collar of your shirt, his blue eyes flicking up to gaze at your face. His nose brushes your skin, his hands pawing at your shirt as if he's trying to entice you to take it off. “Mama… please.”

“You gotta ask properly, baby. Use your big boy words, c'mon. What do you want from mama?” You coo, running a hand through his white hair. You let your nails rake over his scalp lightly, enjoying the way he shivers at the touch.

His hands slide under the fabric of your shirt, trying to tug it off anyway. He's never been good at this part - getting the words out. His cheeks grow all pink and he gets quiet, just whining until you let him pull the shirt off of your body. As soon as your tits are in view, he's licking, biting and sucking at every inch of skin he can get his mouth on.

“So impatient, baby.” You scold lightly, helping him adjust slightly so you can slip down his trousers, freeing his cock. It's already rock hard and leaky, the tip flushed red as it oozes precum down his length. “S'okay though. It's not your fault. Mama knows you can't think straight without her help.”

You give his dick a squeeze, his face scrunching up so prettily as he bucks his hips into your tight grip, his cock pulsing in your hand. “Mama… Mama, please. I'll be good, c'mon. Been good, just tou-”

His words are cut off with a groan as you finally start pumping his length in your hand, circling your wrist and running your thumb along his slit everytime you fist the head of his cock. You let go to spit into your palm before stroking him again, leaving him panting into your breasts.

His lips latch onto one of your nipples as you continue touching him, slick sounds filling the room. He suckles greedily, his eyes becoming heavy-lidded as he looks up at you, his tongue flicking eagerly against your nipple.

Your free hand cups his head, holding him against your tit as you let him fuck your fist. Your thumb brushes back and forth on his scalp as he pulls away from your nipple, biting and sucking marks into the flesh of your tits instead as his thumb plays with one of your nipples, stroking and pinching the bud.

“You're making such a mess, baby. Leaking all over mama's hand.” You tease, digging your nail lightly into his slit as he bucks his hips, a low whine spilling from his lips. “You sound so pretty, though. Lucky I'm so good to you, huh, pretty boy?”

You can see the conflict on his face at that nickname, the twitch of his brows and the way his face heats up, his teeth biting down just a little harsher as if he's trying to protest the choice. He can act all he wants, but his dick doesn't lie - and it always kicks when you call him that.

“Mama… gonna cum, mama, please…” He grits out, fucking your fist with more urgency. He pulls his face away from your tits just so he can shift his body to gain better control of his hips, rutting into your hand desperately as he chases his release. “Tits, mama. Lemme… lemme cum on you, please. I'll clean it up, promise. Please.”

You pause to think about it for a moment, watching him writhe as he struggles not to cum, his eyes tearing up and his face all flushed as he continues to jerk his hips, unable to stop chasing the pleasure you're giving him.

“Alright, baby. C’mere then.” You murmur, shifting to lie on your back. As soon as your grip on him loosens, he's quick to straddle your waist, kneeling over your body as he hungrily fists his cock, aiming it down towards your breasts.

“Fuck, mama. Gonna… gonna cum.” He grits, his hand quickly coming down next to your head to support his weight as he slumps forward, ribbons of white coating your chest. His lips part in a silent moan, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

He takes a couple of seconds before he leans down, his tongue sliding along your soiled skin. He laps up every drop of his release happily, his eyes practically shimmering with satisfaction.

“There we go. Such a good boy, cleaning up your mess.” You say softly, your hand finding his hair once more, scratching behind his ear in a way that never fails to have him melting in your grasp. He rests his head on your stomach when he's cleaned you up fully, his hand reaching out for yours. He yawns a little, letting himself lie across the couch while using you as his personal pillow.

“You sleepy?” You ask softly, gazing down at his hooded eyes. Nero nods softly, blinking slowly a few times. You smile at him, still stroking his hair with one hand as your free hand comes down to rest on his back, your thumb rubbing small circles there. “Take a nap, baby. Mama will be here when you wake up.”

He gives you another one of his looks - the one halfway between pure adoration and complete confusion. He knows you're someone that sees him. That sees Nero behind the front he puts up. Somehow, you're aware of how fucked up he is, and you're still willing to stay. He doesn't know how to take it, he can feel himself getting choked up as he meets your eyes. And he can't cry, not in front of you. So he nods again, closing his eyes to keep in the unshed tears, wrapping you up tightly in his free arm while his hand squeezes yours as hard as he can without hurting you.

“Alright, mama. Night.” He croaks out, the words he wants to say dying on his tongue. But when you rub your thumb over the nape of his neck and squeeze his hand back, he knows you felt it. He knows you love him, too. He knows that despite everything, it's enough for you.

He's enough for you.

#nero x reader #nero x you #dmc5 smut #dmc smut #dmc x reader #dmc x you #nero smut #still in my nero era

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dxckgrxsonx · 1 year

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Gorgeous, I'll literally pay you for some more pic dick Jason content. Like!!!!! That's some good stuff right there!!!!

sdkdkskjds. this has a little more angst than i wanted but it sets me up really well for the next scene

In the middle of fighting off one drunken idiot with a baseball bat, Jason watches his heads up display flash with no less than seven separate notifications at once; each one more alarming than the last.

Your name flickers across the screen alongside three text messages and his mouth jumps up at one side, it’s half a smile at best, more of a reflective little tug of amusement, maybe of fondness at the thought of you.

But it’s there.

If anyone were to ask if he smiled at the sight of your name, he would plead the fifth amendment without a second of hesitation.

Well, if anyone asked but you of course.

He’s found that recently, you’ve been a pretty big exception.

There’s a shrill war cry echoing through the street and Jason fights the urge to roll his eyes but fails miserably.

It doesn’t take much to topple the drunken young man, something that he’s thankful for. Just a brief pull when the wooden bat meets his open palm and the man goes cartwheeling forwards into a brick wall.

Easy.

Finally glancing through your messages, Jason smiles.

You: i’m breaking into your apartment You: i’ve got a craving for crime You: and also jelly beans

Checking his remaining notifications, Jason absentmindedly grabs the fallen baseball bat and snaps it over his knee in one move. There’s a splintering crack and sharp spikes of wood rain down over the pavement.

Sprawled out on the floor the young man looks up, eyes unfocused but wide, nearly horrified. Scrambling disjointedly to his feet he takes off sprinting, each step uncoordinated, clumsy. Jason wonders if he’ll even make it to the end of the street without falling flat on his face.

Throwing the two halves of the bat onto the ground he focuses his attention on the message informing him that someone has entered his apartment.

Through the window.

Grabbing his phone he opens up your text message trail and replies,

Jay: is the door not good enough for you? Jay: i’m sure you’ve got a key

Somewhere in the back of his head, Jason remembers giving you a spare key to his apartment, and remembers the gentle look on your pretty face. It felt like adrenaline, felt like he was taking out something important from between his ribs and handing it to you; trusting you to keep it safe.

Jason looks back sometimes and wonders, was it his heart he gave to you instead.

You: window’s more fun You: gives me more of a breaking and entering vibe You: go big or go home You: or should i say ‘go big and break into someone else's home’

There's almost an air of comfort sticking itself halfway down his throat at the thought of you in his apartment.

It tastes sweet, reminds him of warm, golden honey or pastel pink cotton candy. Indulgently, Jason wonders if you would taste just as sweet. Wonders if he kissed you, licked into your smart mouth, if you would taste like spun sugar.

He wonders if your pretty pussy would taste the same.

Sure, you’ve been in his apartment before, more often than not sitting on the kitchen counter whilst he makes something to eat and stealing bites when his back is turned. Or demanding he puts his head in your lap so you can play with his hair.

But it’s different this time.

This time you’re in his apartment and he’s not.

Jason can’t quite understand why that’s comforting.

Jay: have you been talking to Grayson again? Jay: thats the sort of stupid shit he’d find hilarious You: where do you think i got the joke from? You: also tell me where the jelly beans are You: or i’ll burn down your apartment

He still has the habit of stashing food.

Back in the manor he remembers hoarding non perishables, and remembers slipping food into his little pockets when no one was looking. He was young and still waiting for the other shoe to drop, still waiting for the moment that Bruce changed his mind, convinced that his time in that home was limited.

It was limited.

Just not in the way he first thought.

There’s a hollowed out space in the back of his bedside table at the manor filled with peanut butter, jerky and tins of various fruit, vegetables and meat. He wonders if Alfred has found it yet, part of him thinks he has.

He would hide weapons under his pillow, under his mattress and Alfred would find them. He would take the one from under his pillow, but let him keep the one hidden under the mattress. Jason never told him how much that meant, he’s not even sure if Alfred remembers.

He’s found that no matter where he goes, the habit follows.

Each safehouse has its own stash. All in different places just in case. There's a self conscious sort of pull in his gut when he thinks of telling you where those stashes are, almost like he’s afraid of what your reaction would be.

The jelly beans are tapped to the underside of the sofa and his head can’t come up with a casual reason to explain why they’re there.

Jay: wow Jay: first it was breaking and entering Jay: and now you’re adding arson to the list Jay: living up to the mug i see

You don’t reply for a few minutes and Jason finds himself flicking his knife through his fingers. A nervous habit. The blade twirls from thumb to pinky and back again. Tossing it into the air he follows its trajectory and catches it by the handle.

He wonders what you’re doing.

You: found them You: your siblings must be the worst if you’re hiding things under the sofa You: i’ll buy you more the next time i’m out

His hands are shaking.

The first thing he’ll be doing when he gets home is changing where he hides his food.

Slotting the knife back into its holster Jason feels the urge to sit down, legs suddenly weak. There’s a thousand different thoughts ricocheting around in his head, each one knocking into another and spiralling in a completely random direction. He doesn’t know if it’s panic or not.

He feels almost like a child again, trying to protect something that’s his.

Logically, he knows that you’re not going to take it, you’re not going to judge him for a reflective habit born from nothing but survival instincts. But he still has that niggling what if feeling in the back of his head.

Inhaling a steadying breath Jason closes his eyes. He trusts you. You’re his best friend. He’s given you a key to his apartment. You’ve seen his dick.

You’re not a threat.

His hands stop shaking.

Jay: i’m nailing all my windows shut and changing the locks Jay: i can't hide anything from you can i?? You: fuck no you can’t You: im going home now You: left something on your bed to say thanks though You: 😉😉

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfic #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #ella writes

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devildom-moss · 8 months

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PDA - kissing their cheeks (the side characters)

What happens when MC decides to kiss their cheek around others? It couldn't possibly go wrong, right?

(Thirteen x gn!MC) (Raphael x gn!MC) (Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +1,400

Thirteen

“You didn’t.” That was all you could say when Thirteen set a small box from Madam Devian’s and a large drink topped with whipped cream, maple syrup, crumbled cookies, and cinnamon down in front of you.

“Oh, but I did,” Thirteen refuted with a grin before she eagerly opened the box to reveal an adorable mini cake. It was the perfect size for a reaper to share with an equally adorable human of her choice.

“OMG,” Asmo squealed, “are those the early releases from Madam Devian’s new fall flavors? It’s all over Devilgram! You must have waited forever for those, Thirteen. You have to let me get a pic. Please?”

Thirteen kept her eyes on you. “MC is the only one I would wait in line for.”

So, sure, she didn’t get the cake only for you. Thirteen wanted to try it too. She had finished a drink of her own on the way to school. It wasn’t like she wasn’t just as excited about the new fall flavors, but the whole truth didn’t sound quite as sweet. A little half-truth was well worth it if she could put that affectionate smile on your face.

“Ugh, is anyone else super jealous right now?” Levi whined.

“The word you’re searching for is ‘disgusted,’” Mephisto corrected him.

“No. ‘Jealous’ sounds right to me,” Satan disagreed without putting his book down.

You ignored their complaints and focused all your attention on Thirteen. She didn’t like to make a big show of how much effort she put into making you happy, but that only made your affection and joy overflow. You wanted to pepper her with kisses and flood her ears with I-love-you’s. You wanted to, but you had to play it cool.

You got to your feet and leaned over the desk to kiss her cheek. The backs of your fingers caressed her other cheek as you did. “Thank you, Thirteen.”

Despite her internal joy, her smile dropped from surprise, and she froze up. Thirteen was pink in the cheek. When you pulled your hand away from her, she quickly grabbed it before it returned to your side. She leaned down and placed a kiss on the back of your hand with a smirk so wicked it overshadowed her blushing. As she rose back up, she instructed you, “now sit down, and I’ll feed you.”

Raphael

Luke had caught Asmo journaling between classes and took particular interest in the cute stickers Asmo had scattered on the table in front of him. Asmo offered to let Luke have whichever sticker he liked the most. When you walked by and Luked asked if he could pick out one more to give to you, Asmo couldn’t deny the small angel’s request. Luke pointed to a cute sticker of a sheep holding a cupcake, and Asmo nodded before he peeled it off. They called you over and Asmo promptly placed the sticker on your cheek. When Asmo told you that Luke picked it out, you knew you had to keep it on.

That was much earlier in the day, and you had gotten used to it by the time you ran into Raphael on your way home. He had just finished up some shopping, and he was delighted to spot you from across the street – although it didn’t show on his face much. As he approached to greet you, his brows furrowed.

He was looking at you like you had just clucked like a chicken or something. You hadn’t done anything weird yet – at least not to your knowledge.

Raphael tapped at his cheek with the same strange look on his face. Confused, you shrugged and closed the distance between you to kiss his cheek. You stepped back, hoping you had satisfied the vague criteria. You didn’t expect him to laugh at you. He started out slowly, as if each stifled laugh was trying to break through the wall of his stoicism, and it built up until he was covering his mouth, and his shoulders were shaking.

How unexpected. The surrounding demons on the street were far more distracted by an angel laughing than they were by you kissing his cheek. His reaction flustered you. Why was he laughing? Isn’t that exactly what he asked for? Raphael collected himself and shook his head before tussling your hair. “Honestly, MC. I was just wondering what you were doing with a sticker on your cheek.”

“Oh gosh.” That’s embarrassing. “I forgot about that. Asmo put it there. Luke picked it out, and I couldn’t bring myself to take it off.”

He sighed, understanding the sway the small angel had on anyone with half a heart. Raphael locked his arm with yours and began to drag you off in another direction. “Come on.”

“Wait, where are we going?” you asked.

“I’m taking you back to my room. You seem to be in the mood to offer kisses to anyone who even hints that they want one. I’d like to monopolize on the offer – if you don’t mind.”

Some angel he was.

Mephistopheles

You and Mephistopheles took a second to catch your breath before you stepped out of the supply closet of the RAD Newspaper Club room. The sound of his moaning and panting still rang in your ear as you watched him button his coat up.

He had caught your arm in the hallway on his way to the student council room, and wherever you were going, he figured you could both afford to be a few minutes late. After all, Barbatos did tell him to stop by at his earliest convenience, and what was more convenient than a few minutes after he had the opportunity to conduct an exclusive investigation – off the record, of course? A couple of minutes was hardly enough time to explore every angle, but it would satisfy his curiosity for the time being. Mephisto didn’t know why he had justified his desires in his head with such obscured, coded language – as if someone was going to ask him what had happened, and he was going to need some suspicious response that would only hint at what he got up to with you.

You smoothed the creases in your clothes out as you walked with Mephisto towards the student council room. It was on your way to the library, anyway. Mephisto raked his hands through his hair, hoping to tidy up the disheveled state you had left him in. Why did you always have to unravel him?

He was too embarrassed by his feelings for you to wrap his arm around you as you walked down the hall. He wouldn’t admit it to a single soul, but he was afraid to touch you in front of anyone. Did he even have the right to do that? So, when you both walked into the council room and you stopped him just to straighten out his hideous tie, Mephisto froze up. Barbatos, who had been expecting Mephisto to arrive alone, shot a glance at Lucifer as the scene unfolded. What an interesting turn of events. It was less amusing when you leaned in and placed a quick kiss on Mephisto’s cheek.

Mephisto was quick to cover the smile you had forced out of him. He didn’t want you to know how happy you had made him by doing something so insignificant. Unfortunately, his voice betrayed him. You could hear the smile. “What was that for?”

“I wanted to touch you one more time before I go.”

“Uhm,” was all Mephisto could manage. He didn’t know what to say to you. Why did you have to fluster him? He was so easy to tease; you had to know that by now.

“Aren’t you supposed to be studying in the library with Belphegor, MC?” Lucifer’s annoyed voice cut through the silence and directed your attention away from Mephisto’s burning face. He had never been grateful to be in the same room as Lucifer before, but there was a first time for everything.

“I’m on my way now,” you informed him before returning your gaze to Mephisto. “See you later.”

Barbatos waited for you to leave before he chuckled. He grabbed the file of poll data he had gathered for the newspaper club and walked it up to Mephisto. “These are for you. I know I told you to come at your convenience, but I would advise against such delays in the future.”

Mephisto’s blood ran cold. He didn’t need that coded response he had readied at all. Barbatos seemed to see right through him. At least that meant that Lucifer probably did too, and that was a win in Mephisto’s book.

(the dateables version) | (the demon brothers version)

A/N: I was going to get to these eventually anyway, but I had some time and @snow-fall1 asked for it next, so here it is.

#thirteen #raphael #mephistopheles #gn!mc #obey me short fic #obey me side characters #obey me #obey me thirteen #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles

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zoros-fourth-sword · 3 months

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LAW x FEM READER

Request post:

@makemake22 - Heyy, (srsly, i don't know what's your name so i can't call you, haha.) I just stumble along your fanfic, and i was wondering if i can request Law with yn that brat taming him. You can use your wild imagination, no problem.

Sorry if it took long but I am absolutely obsessed with this man so ofc I was going to write this so I hope you enjoy ❤️🥰

{MDNI 18+ only}

This oneshot is a 18+ onshot only so read at your own risk

This oneshot contains the following: brat taming, spanking, name calling, dom energy, fingering, smut, and more

BRATY FEM READER x DOM LAW

BEWARE MY WRITING SUCKS

“LIKE YOU FUCKING CARE LAW” I yell towards the man that was standing in front of me my face slightly red from my anger

“OF COURSE I CARE Y/N YOUR MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND” Law yelled back at me not really wanting to deal with my shit at the moment he would rather go back to his study buddy than spend time 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 his 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

“IF YOU DID YOU WOULD SPEND MORE TIME WITH ME THEN YOUR FUCKING STUDY BUDDY” I yell as I step closer to Law slightly having to look up at him due to his height

“Why is it such a fucking problem to study with my coworker Y/N you act like we’re fucking each other on the side” Law snapped out instead of yelling I guess the stupid fuck got tired

“That might not be your intention but that doesn’t mean that isn’t hers I don’t feel comfortable with you in the same room as her why can’t you understand that” I snap turning my head to the side so I didn’t have to look at him any longer because if I do I might punch him in the face

“Look Y/N I understand your feelings but this is my job we are talking about I’m not worried about a stupid girl that fantasizes about fucking me” Law huffed out while pinching the bridge of his nose

“Yea whatever all I’m saying is if she tries anything funny I’m fucking punching her teeth down her throat,” I say before turning my head back around to look at 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 face

“Y/N baby I wouldn’t dream of letting some low-life girl touch me and besides the only woman’s hands I want on me are yours” Law chucked out as he grabbed my hips to pull me into a hug

“You fucking better or I’ll chop your balls off” I mumble into his chest

“I know you will” Law chuckled nervously

“Baby I got to go now but I’ll be back around 9:00 pm,” Law said as he kissed the top of my head

“Okay baby I love you,” I say as I lift my head resting the bottom of my chin against his chest

“I love you too I got to go,” Law said before leaning down to place a kiss against my lips

“Okay” I huff out slightly dreading that I’m going to be alone for the rest of the day

“I promise to make it up to you later,” Law said as he let me go to grab his stuff to leave

“You better,” I say crossing my arms over my chest

“I will” Law chucked out before giving me one last kiss

“Mhm” I hum as he begins walking out the door

I’m currently sitting in front of my long mirror that sits in mine and Law's bedroom in blue lacy lingerie, that I bought a while back with Nami

If Law wants to be a little stubborn shit I’m going to give him a reason to come home the man said he was going to be home around 9:00 pm but it’s currently 11:30 he said they had to catch up on some more papers yea paperwork my ass I’m sure she’s trying to get him to stay longer with her sluty ass self I swear if I could kill a bitch It would be her

I decided that I would tease Law by sending him some spicy pics hoping it would make him come home sooner

I began positioning myself so my ass was sitting on the heels of my feet causing my back to arch giving the illusion that my ass was bigger than it was I quickly snap I few pictures before switching to my next position

I sit ass on the floor with my legs slightly parted giving Law the perfect view of my wet core

Once I was satisfied with how the pictures came out I quickly sent them to law with a little message along with them

“𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 😒😘”

All I’m saying is if this doesn’t get his attention then I don’t know what will

“𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 <𝟑𝟑𝟑“

I don’t know maybe because you said you were going to be home a long time ago I mumble under my breath

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟗:𝟎𝟎 🥺💔”

“𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬☹️”

“𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 🥺💔”

“𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰”

“𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞🙄😒”

“𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐦“

“𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐞 😒”

“𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲“

“Wow well I guess my plan kinda worked” I chuckle out to myself

I’m currently laying on mine and Law's bed with my legs spread while pleasing myself slightly hitting the squishy part of nerves that makes my legs go crazy

“Fuck” I wine out not being able to be quite

I began speeding up my pace once I felt my lower stomach start to heat up signaling that I was close to my release

“Fuck” I moan out slightly squeezing my legs around my wrist not being able to handle the pleasure

“𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬“

Just as I was about to cum Law spawned right in front of me with the most pissed-off expression I have ever seen on his face

“Why you little brat” Law hissed out of his teeth throwing his sword aside

“Wait Law I’m s-“ I struggle to say still breathing hard from earlier events

“No princess I don’t wanna hear your excuses” Law growled out before making his way towards me

“But,” I say with wide eyes while scooting all the way back against the headboard

“This is what you wanted baby I came home so you don’t get to bitch” Law said as he began crawling up the bed to get to me

“You have been a fucking brat today,” Law said as he grabbed my ankles before pulling me down toward him

“Law” I squeal out surprised by his actions

“Don't be surprised Y/N you brought this on yourself and I’m going to make sure you get your fucking punishment” Law growled down towards me as he rest between my thighs on his knees

“Fuck you Law you left me alone what did you expect I was horny for fucks sake and we haven’t had sex in like two weeks because you’ve been so busy with work” I mumble out turning my head to the side with my arms crossed over my chest

“Don’t try to guilt trip me princess” Law said as he jerked my head back towards him by my chin

“You get to shut your mouth and be a good obedient girl for me ya” Law said his deep voice causing heat to run up my core

“Brats don’t get rewards,” Law said as he traced my bottom lip with his tattooed thumb

“They get punishments and I think it’s about time for yours,” Law said as he traced his hand down my chin and to my neck before warping his fingers around it slightly squeezing

“Fuck Law” I whine out shutting my eyes due to the pleasure

“Mhm princess that’s right I want this to be torture for you I want you begging” Law chuckled as he pressed his knee against my clothed core

“I will admit baby you did an amazing job at making yourself look all pretty for me,” Law said as he began circling my core with his knee causing me to fling my head back before letting out a broken moan

“Fuck baby your so hot” Law hissed out as he began tracing his hand that was around my neck down my body and towards my breast

“Blue looks so good on you baby but unfortunately I’m going to have to remove this” Law said as he grabbed the bottom of my bra before bringing it back and letting it go causing it to snap against my skin

“Fuck Law I can’t handle it” I sigh as droll began to run out of the corners of my mouth due to Law's constant abuse on my pussy

“Yes you can baby and you will you did this to yourself remember,” Law said as he sped up his pace with his knee

“Please I can’t” I sob as my legs begin to shake

“How sad princess I haven’t even started,” Law said as he stopped

“Fuck” I whine out in relief

“Don’t get too comfortable” Law said as he turned me around so I was lying on my stomach with my ass up in the air against his hard cock

“Fuck Law” I moan letting my head hang between my arms

“Fuck princess I can’t wait to fuck you my cock has missed you so much,” Law said as he began grinding against my ass causing my pussy to clench around the air

“Shit Law” I pant out with my head still hanging between my arms

“Oh you poor girl let Doctor Traffy make you feel good” Law chuckled as he pulled my head back up by my hair

“Fuck Law I can’t” I sob as tears formed in my eyes

“That’s too bad Princess,” Law said as he landed a harsh slap against my ass cheek with his free hand

“Fuck Law” I squeal out in surprise my body slightly jerking forward causing laws to grip on my hair to tighten

“Mhm baby just nine more of those and you good ya” Law hummed out as he rubbed the red mark on my ass slightly soothing the pain

“Mhm” I hum as I begin nodding my head

“Good girl,” Law said as he jerked his hand back to slap my ass again

“Count with me okay,” Law said as he landed a slap against my cheek

“Okay” I broke out slight tears running down my face

“One” Law said as he raised his hand again

“One” I breathe out

“Two” *smack*

“Two” I whine out

“You're doing such a good job princess,” Law said as he rubbed the handprint

“Three” *smack*

“Three” I sob as I grip the sheets

“Four” *smack*

“fuck four” I broke out as I began breathing hard slightly becoming lightheaded due to so many emotions fogging my brain

“Almost Princess” Law said

“Five” *smack*

“Five” I weakly say

“Six” *smack*

“Six” I pant

“Four more baby” Law said

“Seven” *smack*

“Ten” I cry out once Law finished giving me my punishment

“You did such a good job baby I’m proud of you” Law praised me as he began rubbing my throbbing ass cheek

“Thank you” I pant out

“Now let’s get to the fun part ya,” Law said as he moved my underwear to the side

“Yea” I weakly say desperately needing Law inside of me

“Alright baby,” Law said as he pulled his pants and underwear down

“Fuck baby your drenched” Law hissed out once he felt my juices against the tip of his cock

“Please law” I whine out not being able to wait any longer

“Of course baby since you took your punishment without any complaints” Law grunted out as he slid his cock into my throbbing core

“Fuck Law Oh My” I moan out as I press my ass harder against his hips

“Fuck baby doll you feel so good” Law whined out as he began forming a pace with his hips sliding in and out of me

“Shit Law I missed this so much” I moan in the blankets as I grip the sheets

“Fuck Princess so have I” Law growled out as he leaned down to warp his fingers around my hands

“Fuck” I whine out from the angle

“Ya you like this position huh” Law hummed in my ear causing vibrations to shoot up my spine

“Yes” I moan out

“So do I baby,” Law said as he began to pick up his pace causing my eyes to cross

“What’s the matter baby am I fucking you stupid” law chuckled as he put his hand behind my head to press me farther into the mattress

I couldn’t even answer his question due to the overwhelming pleasure

“Awe can’t speak can you princess” Law said as he lifted his body back up to grab my hips

“I’m sorry baby you got to handle it just a little longer,” Law said as he began to thrust into me hard causing my body to jerk forward from each motion

“Fuck Law,” I say letting out a loud moan

“I know baby I know,” Law said over the slapping of our skin

“Shit princesses I’m close,” Law said once I felt his thrust grow sloppy

“Me too” I moan out

“Maybe I should shoot my cum in ya so I can see plump and round with my baby growing inside you” Law growled out becoming more turned on by the thought

“Fuck law that sounds so hot” I broke out

“Fuck shit baby” Law growled out as he released inside me

“Oh my gosh law you did not” I gasp out jerking around in one quick motion surprised that he actually did cum inside me

“Shit baby I’m sorry I lost control,” Law said with wide eyes slightly scared I was going to beat the shit out of him

“Fuck” I cuss out in disbelief

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