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sleepinthrumyalarms · 1 year

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— mine to have

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!oni!reader

warnings: smut, lesbian sex, cunnilingus, possessiveness (non-toxic), hair-pulling, angry sex, all characters are aged-up

summary: xavier has been getting too close to wednesday lately, and your patience is running thin — a demon's jealousy is a terrifying thing

word count: 1.2k

"What did he want?"

"Who?"

"Thorpe."

Wednesday looks up at you, big doe eyes wide open — she doesn't remember telling you about Xavier. It's not like she was planning on hiding it from you, rather how perceptive you always are, seeing right through her despite all the walls she has built and the masks she wears.

Should she tell you? Tell you everything about how Xavier keeps following her around, how he glances at her in class, and how he finally found courage in himself to finally tell the gloomy ravenette about his feelings... oh no. That won't end well for him.

Wednesday takes her time to answer, and you can see her eyes slide away from you — you don't like her hesitation. You get up from where you were sat, and advance towards the smaller girl slowly, like a beast on the hunt, gaze never leaving her face, and back her up against her desk.

Your aura is murderous.

"What the fuck did he want with you."

You're fuming — not exactly enraged yet, but you're almost there, and the prolonged silence doesn't help the case. Wednesday avoids your gaze, finds herself looking for the best answer that won't anger you even more... but there's none.

"I'm so fucking sick of Xavier." You growl, hands at the edge of the desk, claws sliding down the wood to leave deep marks.

"Why?" She asks, as if the answer isn't obvious — is she trying to spur you on even more?

"You know why," you snarl, teeth bare, seething, and your palms land on her waist with a possessive squeeze, "Do you want me to fucking elaborate?"

Wednesday's breath hitches when you grab her by her thighs roughly and sit her on the desk, your frame leaving no room for escape — not like she would wish to, anyways. Your hold is tight, claws sinking into her supple flesh, threatening to tear through the fabric of her stockings.

She has never seen you this furious. With anyone else, maybe, anyone trying to cross you, test you, or anyone stupid enough to provoke you. But never with her. And it makes her body flush with excitement.

"(Y/n), I'm not- "

"I'm so fucking sick of him. I'll kill him for you," your fingers move lower, to the fabric of her underwear, and there's no teasing — you don't linger your touch on her plush thighs like you usually do, instead choosing to hook your fingers on the garment and tear the lacy fabric of her panties in a single sharp movement of your talons, the sound wildly lecherous, and she gasps at the blunt display of strength, “I'll come to you drenched in his blood. So everyone else will know. So you know.”

You're mad — a hurricane of teeth and claws and angry snarls, seeing only red, red and Wednesday, sprawled out before you and caught completely off guard, the sight so unusual it makes you want to capture this moment forever. You grab at her thighs, manhandling her closer to the edge of the desk, — her skirt is still in the way, and you flip it in a hurry, — and dip your head to sink your teeth into the milky flesh of her inner thigh, and Wednesday shudders, a sigh leaving her dark lips. You don't linger there for long, licking over the mark you've left and moving closer to her gorgeous pussy, wetness glistening, and you almost salivate at how pretty and delicious she looks — you want all of her.

You open your tusked mouth and stick your tongue out slowly, slithering, the demonic muscle long, pointed and rough, one made to lick flesh off of bones, and Wednesday can't help feeling like your prey, a being for you to feast on as you glide it over your lips, over your teeth — and then lean in.

The first swipe of your tongue through her silky folds has the ravenette gasping breathlessly, and she clenches around nothing, hands reaching down to grasp at yours where you're gripping her thighs, the only leverage that's keeping her from going absolutely insane. You groan into her, vibrations sending more tingles of pleasure down Wednesday’s spine, and push yourself closer for a better taste — her thighs wrap around your head, but you force them apart with a growl, like a hungry animal getting aggressive over its meal. You look up, gaze meeting hers, and she groans at the intense warning in your slitted eyes — don't fucking do it again.

Wednesday could almost sob, her fingers carding through your hair and pulling at the (h/c) tresses, and she isn't sure if she wants to pull you away or closer, as close as possible, but she quickly chooses the latter, chasing the feeling of your mouth around her clit, of your tusks scratching at her velvet walls, making the pleasure almost unbearable.

Your pace never slows down, and it's like you don't even need air — the rage bubbling inside of you mixes with the taste of her heat, spurring you on like your personal aphrodisiac, and every inhale you take, you take right into her tight cunt, breathing her in. She's your air, and you'd gladly trade oxygen for her smell.

Juices trickle down your powerful jaw as your hot wet tongue slides in deep, and Wednesday can't hold back a whine, God, she whines, completely uncontrolled and carnal, and if you weren't feeling wild before, you surely are now, the sound a fuel to your own flaming desire. You're eager to bite — and the rows of your big teeth close around her pretty pussy, wanting to devour her whole, because she's yours, only yours, yours to have like this, to please and to drive to the brink of madness.

Her legs shake in your hold, and you know she's close, but your hunger is barely sated yet. You bury yourself even deeper, slurping at her arousal between puffy lips, lapping at her most sensitive parts — and Wednesday snaps, a hoarse moan tearing from her throat, her warm thighs finally catching your head to keep you in place, and you allow it.

Your lips leave her heat, and you nip at her flesh again, leaving a dark bruising slash of color on the pale canvas of her skin, and you think it's enough for now, for Wednesday looks beautifully spent, a sated mess, her arm draped over her eyes as her chest rises and descends with every heavy breath she takes.

You rest your cheek on her soft thigh — it's too early to go, and you feel at home between her legs, — and slide your tongue over your teeth, licking her syrupy arousal off your canines. A different thought crosses your mind, one you can't fight, because you're a woman addicted, the drug right within your reach, served on a silver platter.

Wednesday feels you wrap your arms around her thighs, putting her legs over your shoulders, and looks down at you through her thick lashes, her eyebrows knit.

"(Y/n)." She breathes, a silent plea, but you don't listen.

"Don't wanna waste any," you murmur lowly, the flames of your fury slowly dying down, making way for a much more tender but no less powerful feeling, "I need to clean you up."

You dive in again, and the beautiful arch of Wednesday's back almost resembles that of your grin.

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bunicate · 18 days

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⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི ₊˚ 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. itto x fem reader already burdened by your small chest, a rumor you happen to overhear makes you reluctantly ask your dear older brother for a helping hand.

warnings ꒱ྀི incest. reader has smaller breasts. tit sucking + minor worship / wc ꒱ 2k / 18+ / I wanted to write a haithy and wrio version as well but da wordz were not coming. can’t believe im writing for dis silly oni omg . . but enjoy pls <3

“don't be so crude, you idiot.”

it doesn’t take much to discern the confusion from his expression. itto had a range of maybe three emotions.

other than his overwhelming display of pride and exuberance, there’s always room for his dumbfoundedness. he’s frequently addled— his face constantly knitted together while his mind searches endlessly to find the answer, at least the one he thinks you want to hear, but he never really does.

“what ? you said you wanted me to help, right ?” he shrugs.

you narrow your eyes.

“I know what I said but you didn’t have to word it like . . . like that .”

like some animal, you want to say but instead you look at your brother in distaste.

too many times you find yourself struggling to accept the gap in your relationship. most people often make the wrong assumption of you being the older sibling and you have to begrudgingly correct them that no, you are in fact the younger and smarter sibling.

why couldn’t he tell that you’re already embarrassed enough as it is ? why do you have to spell it out and add to the duration of your suffering. by now, your cheeks are practically inflamed.

“how else do I ask ? oh , should I add the please ?” he pauses.

“show me your tits, please.”

he offers you a dopey smile of triumph. he’s proud of himself, thinking for once he’s finally appeased you, but he couldn’t be more wrong. so so wrong.

you’re aggressive with your sigh.

you were too smart to ask him of all people. you’re way too intelligent to believe in silly rumors and baseless gossip, but they tangle in the mire of your thoughts.

“if someone sucks on your breasts, they’ll grow !”

“huh ? no way. where did you hear that ?”

it was two women in passing, just talking and having a laugh and yet you can’t stop yourself from just wondering.

you’re not blessed like your brother. the oni towers over you, well over six feet. a mantle of bulging arms, broad shoulders, and thick thighs. he’s as big and intimidating as it gets but that aura quickly dispels every time he opens his mouth.

you on the other hand are thicker in other places, your chest, however . . . not so much.

you look down pathetically and think about all the colored tube tops that just didn’t fit you quite right.

what did you have to lose ? you’re pride maybe. you’re just as prideful as your brother, maybe even more, but the soft slopes of fat poking through your shirt mock you. they remind you that maybe you can afford to throw your ego away. temporarily.

you whine as your patience wears you thin.

murmuring a quick prayer to archons to have them spare you from further embarrassment, you bury your doubts in the back of your mind.

“I hate you.”

you lift your shirt quickly, just ripping the bandaid off.

you expose your breasts to the cool air and to surprised vermillion hues.

the longer he stared, the more you wanted to hide. of all the array of emotions you’ve seen, ( three ) you can’t pinpoint this exact one. it’s new to you. it borders on unbridled warmth, but then after a few seconds of your nipples perking from his gaze, it dithers. . . and then he fucking squints.

“so small.”

there’s a beat of silence and it takes that brief moment to even register that you did not mishear him. you’re not sure what you expected.

itto certainly isn’t the brightest and his emotional intelligence is nearly non-existent, and still, you’re taken aback by his talent to be consistently unaware.

you feel awkward and vulnerable in the middle of the room. you bared yourself to him, your insecurity right to his face, and the only thing he could do was confirm that you are indeed a small-chested oni. it shouldn’t bother you, but it does.

you liked to think you could handle the truth just as much as you bluntly dished it out, but this time you couldn’t.

a flash of white-hot anger runs through you at his audacity. you yank your shirt down eager to hide in your room and cry about your humiliation. you’ll write his name in big stupid letters in your fuzzy-covered journal and call him a big fat meanie. i for idiot, t for trashy , t for terrible, and a big fat o for obtuse.

“asshole !” you scream.

you can tell he’s surprised by your outcry. you glare at him hoping that he would turn to ashes on the spot, but unfortunately, he doesn’t.

he’s too busy panicking. he’s struck with the startling realization that he’s messed up again and that you were pissed.

so many times you’ve stomped your pink heels in anger and strutted away, mini skirt riding up with every step you took. and each time he reacts the same.

he tries to fix it.

he’s quick to react, immediately reaching for you in urgency. “w-wait wait wait wait ! where ya’ going ?”

“ oh, don’t you dare touch me you, oaf ! you think I don’t know that they’re small already ? why would you say that ?! “ you pull away more than desperate to increase the distance from him.

“hey hey hey. calm down, baby sis. m’not making fun of you.”

it takes his hands resting on your shoulders and the worried look in his eyes to make you come to a stop.

you lick your lips and take a shaky breath.

he’s right.

itto is many things but never a bully. he’d never say anything purposefully mean, no matter how much you bad-talked him. he’s kind and loyal but unfortunately, all the brains just happen to go to you .

“I didn’t mean to make ya feel bad,” he says sheepishly. “jus’ think they’re cute, that’s all.”

he releases his grip on you to scratch behind his head, eyes flickering to your chest again. a blush colors his face to a shade of carnations.

you’re a sweet girl with an unfiltered mouth that would bend to no one, not even to the archons themselves. and you were tearing him apart with that pout and your pretty nubs peeking through the fabric of your shirt.

he’s your big brother and he angered you quite a lot but, never deliberately. but this time he’s determined, for once he wants to ease your worries and not add to them.

he stands a bit closer brushing away a saltine tear that regretfully falls.

“If ya still want me to do it, I will. I think . . . it could work if I just do it hard enough.”

you don’t answer him but you don’t think you need to.

he searches your eyes trying to find any sign of disapproval. itto remains unsure, he’s never good at picking up on the small nuances of your emotions and so he tugs at your shirt in uncertainty.

still angry and embarrassed, you look up at his stupidly handsome face and relent.

“jus’ do it you big dummy.”

like everything else you expect him to handle you roughly. to rip your shirt and bite and suck at your nipples until they bruise under his touch, but he does the opposite.

his free hand travels around your sternum at first, surprisingly gentle. his fingers are soft when they circle around your breasts, tenderly flicking the flesh to watch them jiggle. he thumbs at your wide areolas, tracing the tiny bumps in complete fascination.

you grow uncomfortable at how intimate it felt. his eyes are blown wide, drinking up the sight of your tits rising with each shuddered breath.

“d-don’t play with them. jus’ hurry up n’ suck .” you leap at the opportunity to break the tension, but somehow you’ve made it worse.

as soon as the words leave your mouth, he responds just as fast. it nearly knocks the wind out of you when his mouth latches onto your breast.

they’re small but there’s so much flesh , so much chub that itto can’t stop playing with. his tongue laps at your left mound, licking underneath it, licking around it, and sucking at all the fat he can fit into his mouth. he’s noisy, grossly so . he groans and curses each time he has to detach his mouth from your nipple to come up for air.

“pretty tits taste s’good, “ he slurs. he can’t form the words, not when he’s desperate to fondle your breasts with his slippery tongue.

itto squeezes you so tight, it nearly hurts but you couldn’t dare tell him to ease up. there’s something hard rubbing on your lower stomach and you're scared to even dare to think about what it could be.

he slowly drags his rough flesh up and down your mound, shivering when your nipple grazes his appendage. his fingers grope at your waist and hips, palms nearly enclosing your smaller figure.

“f-fuck , you’re tiny. m’not hurting you, am I ?”

you don’t trust yourself to speak, terrified a moan would spill instead, so you shake your head.

he’s over two feet taller than you, pressing you into a corner and he has to remind himself that you’re his little sister. his dainty, spit-fire little sister who’s tits he’s currently mouthing on to rid her of her troubles.

he’d suck long and hard hoping your already perfect tits would someday be perfect to you. he wants to make you proud and show you he’s not just some rowdy oni. he’ll kiss and suck as long as you needed him to.

he tucks your nipple back into his mouth, puckering around the flesh like a sour candy.

you’re as pillowy and as delicate as he remembers. he almost forgot how he sinks into you. how his firm stomach settles into your soft one and he’s painfully reminded that his erect cock has been slowly rutting against you.

sucking your tits was riling him up. it was making him act in that brutish way that you hated, but he was trying so hard to keep from lining his cock with your opening and milking your cunt dry.

the oni has to pull away to gather himself. he takes the time to marvel at his work.

your right bosom is drenched in spit, puffy and swollen from his ministrations. he smiles.

“It looks bigger already, don’t ya think ?“

“shut it !”

another insult dies in your mouth as you're still catching your breath. an oni’s nose is extremely sensitive and you wonder if he could smell the arousal fermenting between your thighs.

“let me do the other one okay, baby. don’t want them to be uneven right ?”

“w-wait itto maybe we should s— eek !”

you need another moment of reprieve but you don’t get the chance. he puts the other tit in his mouth, tongue greedily flicking against the nub which tears a squeal from your lips.

itto is confident his methods will work just as sure as he’s about to blow a load in his pants.

“gonna suck your tits until they fatten up. isn’t that right, little one ?”

you mewl at the pleasure and the softness of which he utters a name he hasn’t called you in years.

“s-stop talking so much ! just be quiet and and —hnnn— stop teasin’ !”

he continues his assault on your chest, cock chubbing against his pants.

“m’sorry,” he slurs. “can’t help it.” his groans are fanning against your chest while he drools on your sensitive peaks. “let nii-nii take care of you . . just relax f’me. . . just take it.”

he’s hard. cums crowns his tip as he keeps conjuring up thoughts of wiping his cock over your tits, rubbing the head around your puffy brown nipple.

you smell good, you taste better and itto for once doesn’t care if you think he’s gross. he wants to milk your tits and suck until they become sweet little prunes , just so he can make it better.

your panties grow sticky as his sucks grow rougher. even if your breasts didn’t jump up a cup size you think that maybe this was worth it. to have him close, to have him drool and worship your tits and feel his cock straining against you.

his eyes closed, still nursing on your teat sweetly. your hand buries itself in his thick mane that draped over his shoulder smelling faintly of your shampoo.

it silently encourages him to keep going, leading to both of your undoings. the hand running through his hair tugs on his roots but then suddenly stills.

you see a brief flash of something and you gasp.

“itto why on earth is your dick out ?”

“can I put just the tip in ? please?”

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raging-soul-of-fire · 5 months

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@runningskaven Fleer pops out of her gnaw hole... Sees Oni... And smaller Oni.... What they doing? Sneaks up.

Ray'je looks up and sees a ratty woman in her domain. "What is this?! Who is it you are being in mine domain?!"

Aura's at the beach, feeding Bloop.

@runningskaven

#ray'je the oni #aura the oni #runningskaven

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hyqerfixation · 11 months

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𝐈𝐬𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐢’𝐝.

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UPPERMOONS (upset gyokko and hantengu)X BROKE MODERN READER

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Part one.- also I’m not used to making story’s instead of one shots sorry y’all 🤞

-GIF MADE BY ME.

Female reader

Please reblog my work!!

Daki and Akaza first because they are my favs and they seem like they could be besties if they put their mind to it

Y’all let’s get into it 👅

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“Incompetent is the only valid word to describe you three right now.”

Akaza respectually bowed his head in shame,not daring to speak over his master.Whereas Gyutaro and his younger sibling Daki tried to decorously reason with Muzan,once he finished talking.

“B-but sir,we really did try to hunt all of them down,but then upper three came and they all scattered like mice!” Daki lifted her head to look up at observe his expression,only to see that he has gotten more perplexed.Muzan brought his hand to his face and pinched harshly at the bridge of his nose.

“I do not want this nonsense to happen again,do you understand?”muzan looked down and sneered.The thick sense in the room could choke the three uppermoons,they really have fucked up.

The three nodded.

“Yes sir.”

Just like that Muzan turned around,having his back faced towards the three.

“Nakime.”

Nakime was the shy lady who sat leg crossed on the floor.Her jet black hair covered most of her face besides her own mouth,she looked at her wooden biwa licked the tip of her finger and strung her biwa.With that a majority of shojis closed of. Making the figure of muzan disappear.With that,Muzans presence was gone.

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” Daki groaned,getting up and kneeling to turn towards Akaza.Only to be held back by the green and black hair Oni.

“Sister calm down” gyutaro tugged.

“You guys were struggling against 3 boys and a hashira? I just wanted to help a fellow moon” Akaza sighed,unbothered by Dakis shouts.

“ARE YOU MOCKING US?”

“Daki he’s like three ranks above us stop being annoying.”

Daki kept rambling on to Akaza,who was asking nakime to teleport him to where he was prior.

Once Daki was done having a temper tantrum.She sighed and stood with her arms crossesed firmly.

“Hey biwa lady, once you teleport Akaza-dono, take us back to the entertainment dis-“

POP!

Before gyutaro could finish his sentence daki disappeared into thin air.making a loud pop sound echo.

“What the fuck, biwa lady where did you teleport her”

Nakime laid down her biwa beside her carefully.

“I did not play my biwa,so there was no way for me to teleport her anywhere”

Akaza stood in stupor.He nor gyutaro could not feel dakis presence at all.

“If she did teleport she must be far.I cannot feel her aura.” Akaza commented

Gyutaro turned away from the two demons,his hands clammy and trembling, he clawed and attached his face gratingly. His worry starting show.

Akaza’s face softened slightly.Not wanting to let any of his guard down towards a rival. Akaza was about to comfort gyutaro, walking up to the lower ranked moon to put his hand on his shoulder,then suddenly.

POP!

gyutaro turned around quickly, hoping that Daki could have possibly have teleported back from that simular sound.Only his eyes to widen in shock to see that Akaza was now also missing.

“Biwa lady, did Akaza leave or did the same thing happen to him as Daki?”

Nakime only looked down in slight curiosity.She didn’t really care about the disappearances of her fellow allies. She just didn’t want the blame from the boss in the near future.

“No, he disappeared Along side with your sister.”

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A loud thud made noise with this creaking sound. Akaza slowly pushed him self up only to be on a-

Futon? No, this futon isn’t on the ground.it has a sort of, frame? Elevating it from the ground underneath.

Perplexed Akaza looked around in his surroundings. It seems he’s in a room with no shoji but with one or two windows. Akaza laid his eyes on the kyodai (a small vanity in the tashiō era). Although, Akaza noted that it seemed a lot more western;Infact the whole room seemed to be based on more western objects which was unrecognisable. Was he and Daki teleported to a different country?

He got of this weird different cultured futon as He looked at himself at the mirror.

‘Why are my kanjis gone? Same as the marks on my torso and face?’

Akazas hair was still pink and he still had stripes on his wrists. Although, as for his marks on his body. They suddenly vanished. While there isn’t no kanji in his yellow eyes: infact, his eyes weren’t yellow anymore.They were now an ocean blue, which Made him seem more human like. Akaza cautioned himself towards this opened wall.

‘I’m going to assume this is a western styled shoji, whatever if I find Daki we might be able to teleport the fuck out of here.’ Akaza thought to himself.Although, as soon as Akaza stepped into this hallway.

“HYAHHHHH”

Akaza suddenly turned around in the hallway. Barley dodging the frying pan that skimmed past his head. Only to dead pan when he noticed it was Daki.

“I MIGHT NOT KNOW WHERE I AM RIGHT NOW AND WHY I LOOK SLIGHTLY UGLIER BUT I WILL STILL KILL YOU IF YOU COME NEAR ME.RAH”Daki held multiple kitchen sources in her hand. As well as wooden spoons and plates.

“I CAN DO CLOSE COMBAT AND FAR RANGE COMBAT. TRY ME BASTARD IVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR CENTURIES.”

Akaza gaped blankly at daki. who had white hair and blue eyes with no kanji in sight.Yet she still had her revealing outfit on,the same outfit from normal.Also to add on it seemed that she was speaking clear English? Which was weird.Since the both of them was foriegn to the language.

“I MIGHT NOT HAVE MY BLOOD DEMON ART BUT I STILL HAVE MY FUCKING SASS” only to get more worried once the “stranger” in Akazas clothes come closer towards her

“Daki it’s me Akaza. I got teleported here to while trying to talk to your brother.” Akaza put his hands on daki shoulders.

“Oh, right I should’ve reconigsed your clothes. Sorry for nearly obliterating you Akaza-Dono”

“About that, I’ve realised that we are not demons anymore. Hence us having a different appearance and not dying from the sun light being brought in from these windows.” Akaza brought his hands down then brought one to his chin. He continued to think.

“Right! Akaza dono before I realised you were here I couldn’t do any blood demon art. Also I accidentally cut my hand on one of these blades I’m holding and I couldn’t regenerate!”

Daki showed her hand that still had the fresh cut.

“Right you need to patch that cutup Daki, We don’t know how fragile our human bodies are right now.”

Akaza held dakis wrist and walked around the place.It seemed to be a home of a human already, so Akaza looked cautiously.

“I think this is a bandaid. Put this on over the cut quickly. We need to find an exit out of here or something that could help us okay.”

Daki held akazas shoulder firmly. Making him turn to face her.

“What about my brother?”

“He will be just fine without you for now. We just have to find something that could get us back for now.”

Daki nodded her head. Trusting a higher ranked demon is more reasonable then freaking out like she did earlier.

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“Ughhh, we’ve been looking for ages now. All there is this dumb looking stuff!” Daki huffed, throwing an iPad onto the bed.Then walked towards the closet to see female clothes inside.

“This is the only room we haven’t looked at yet.just keep looking”

Akaza looked at picture frames and objects.He then continued to open the first draw and pull out a black bra.

Akaza sighed “another unkown western thing.Although it could be used as rope?”

Akaza turned to Daki, who snickered.

“Akaza-dono, I think that’s a western sarashi.”

(Sarashi was used to hold and cover the female and male chest in the tashiō era lmao)

Akazas face suddenly went red.Shoving the bra back into the draw and shut it.Face going even redder when he realised that there was loincloth in the draw aswell.

“Well Atleast we know the home owner is a female.”

Akazas eye twitched,

“Sure.”

Daki sat on the bed and grumbled.she looked up to Akaza who sat on the chair to the vanity.

“We are stuck Akaza-dono.it’s no use.”

Both Akaza and Daki began to sulk and look towards the floor.

It was silent until-

*keys jingle,click.*

Suddenly Daki and Akaza look at eachother in suprise.While Akaza slowly got up from the chair and walked to the edge of the door. Daki got up from the bed and followed closely behind his shoulder.Even though Akaza wasn’t as cool as her brother.She knows that Akaza was stronger then both of them combined;Making her feel safer behind him.She would never admit it though

Akaza and Daki peered around the corner.

The front door closed. Revealing a girl in a coat that’s been caught out in the rain. The H/C girl took her shoes of and went to the bathroom.Which was across the bedroom in the girls small apartment.

Y/N was broke.Making money of two jobs,one being a waitress at some fancy restaurant.Whereas her second job was working in a bakery.She owned a small apartment with only one bedroom and one bathroom.It was somewhat messy.Yet she never cleaned it though.

“Fuck”

Akaza muttered under his breath. He admitted the human girl was admirable. She might not look like the women or dress like the women from the tashiō era but none of that mattered, he still thought of her as pretty.

Same as Daki. She wouldn’t admit it but the girl that’s just came through that door was nearly as pretty as her.She wouldn’t admit that though.

Y/n started to walk towards her bedroom. Only to alert the duo

“Shit we need to hide.”

Daki and Akaza looked for a place to hide. Akaza hides under the bed while Daki decided to hide in the closet.

Y/N enters her room.

“What the fuck is the iPad doing in my bed? I haven’t used that in like a week?”

Y/N picked her iPad up and placed it back on her desk

“So like what? You’re telling me that you want to quit to be a vollyba player.What world are we in? Haikyuu?” Y/N chuckled to herself on the phone.

All Akaza could see from under the bed is feet.

Y/N picks her towel up from the floor and wraths it out.

“Right susumaru,I’ll call you later I’m gonna hop into the shower.Aha alright cya.”

Y/N places the phone on the bed while she walks out the room to take a shower.Akaza comes out from under the bed and looks at the device that Y/N was just on.

“Daki the humans gone”

Daki slowly comes out the closet holding a cute hoodie.

“I shouldn’t be hiding from humans:humans should be hiding from me” she groaned

“This clothing is so cute though.”

Akaza picked up the phone and in curiosity.He examines it up close.

“Daki don’t you think this is strange?”

Daki turned around.

“What do you mean?”

“We are humans.In a different country,We don’t understand it’s culture nor language but we understood that girl perfectly?”

Dakis eyes widen.walking to Akaza and putting the hoodie down onto the bed.

“Whatever’s happend to make us teleport it has changed up completely.what if we are in a different universe.”

Akaza turns on the phone.Completely distracted by this futuristic technology.

“Whatever’s happening,we need to get back home and inform master-“

Akaza was cut of by a scream.Which caught the two kizuki off guard. Making them both turn around to the girl standing in the hallway.

The girl tried to run towards the door. Since Y/N couldn’t call the police on her phone since that weird emo guy had it.She had to get out quickly. Maybe use somebody else’s phone to call the police.

Although her idea came to an halt when a hand came over her mouth.

“Look human.We don’t know why we are here either,we are just as scared as you are”

Y/N bit as hard as she could on akazas hand causing him to let go of her mouth. Although he still had his other arm slung around her waist and Daki kept hold of her shoulders, causing her to stay put.

“Look I don’t give a shit about your weird roleplay and cosplays but I’m not into this! so get the fuck out of my apartment before I call the cops!”

“AKAZA-DONO SHES CALLING RE-ENFORCEMENTS IN! WHAT DO WE DO!?!”

Akaza loosened his grip around you and closed in onto Y/Ns ear.

“Look lady, me and my ally really don’t want to hurt you at all.Will you sit down and listen to us,please?”

Y/N seeing how they don’t have any weapons nor seem to have any threat. She decided to come to an agreement.

“Out of safety,I will only listen if you guys stay Across the room from me.So I know you won’t hurt me.”

Akaza let go around her waist and looked her up and down.aHe grabbed Dakis shoulder causing her to let go of you too.

“Of course.”

Y/N walks towards her own bed and plops herself down on it.She grabs hold of her phone tightly while signalling the two to go on the other side of the room.

“Go and stand infront of the closet.”

Daki grumbled and rolled her eyes.

“How can a girl so pretty be so bossy”

Akaza pulled her alongside him to the closet.

“You are one to talk Daki” Akaza bluntly spoke.

Infront of the closet Daki and Akaza stood. Akaza shrugged his shoulders

“Is this fine enough for you lady?” Akaza questioned.

Y/N crossed her legs and rested her hands together.

“Yes.now fucking explain to me why two people broke into my house in some weird roleplay? Not only that why do you keep calling me a human like you guys aren’t human yourself?”

Daki chuckled

“Well actually human, we aren’t”

Y/Ns eyes broaden while she laughed

“You what? I don’t seem to understand? Are you guys still roleplaying even though I threatened to get the cops involved?”

Akaza begings to explain what happend from the beginning.

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“Right.. so the two of you got isekai’d?” Y/N pondered.

Akaza and Daki looked at eachother in confusion

“What’s that?” Daki asked

Akaza turned his head side ways in bewilderment and stared blankly towards Y/N.

“Isekai’ is where like…how do I explain it, it’s where people gets teleported to another universe whether it be a game universe or a movie universe.”

Dakis mouth was agape.making an ‘ohh’ sound.Akaza just crossed his arm and look to the side.

“I guessed that’s what happens to us then.”

Akaza turned to look at you.with slightly blushed cheeks.

“Do you,perhaps know how we could get back”

Y/Ns face blanked.Were these lunitics serious? She stood up from the bed and grabbed the two demons roughly and started to drag them towards the door.Akaza and Daki was just bewildered.

Y/N stopped at the wooden front door.

“Look,you two seem really nice and you guys kept me company which I do appreciate.although your both crazy and I think you guys need mental health if you guys genuinely think whatever this magic phenomenon that’s going on is real.”

Y/N gave them a gentle shove outside the door.

“Look I really don’t have time for this I have to have a shower then get ready to go to bed.I now only have four hours to sleep until I have to get up to the bakery tomorrow morning.”

Daki and Akaza frowned at her comment.

Y/N yawned and looked past the two who seemed desperate. To see it’s starting to get darker and darker outside.She couldn’t help but feel like shit leaving two mentally I’ll people to walk by themselfs in the dark.she wouldn’t want to be responsible for whatever happens to them;yet she doesn’t want to keep them inside her small tiny apartment.

‘Damn you self conscious’ y/n thought to herself.

“If it makes you two more comfortable I can order you guys an Uber? To any place you want I’ll pay for it.”

Akaza looked behind him and thought to himself what an Uber was while daki irritated started to twitch her eye.

“Look stupid human, we don’t know where we are we need to get back home!”

Daki thrailed her arms around the place.Starting to think about gyutaro.She started to become more and more upset.

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose. At this point she just wanted to slam the front door in their faces.she wont though since She will feel bad afterwards.

“Well if you don’t know where you are how about I get you a god damn Uber to the closet police station. They can get you back home.”

“No;No,No”

Akaza rejected shaking his head. He pointed at y/n .

“Look lady, you said we were isekai’d. That means not a simple police station can get us home. We got teleported into your home.There must be an exit in here somewhere.”

“Yeah outsmart her smartness akaza!” Daki added on

Y/N now irritated decided to leave all her morals tonight.

*SLAM*

Y/N shut the wooden door on Daki and Akaza and locked the key whole.

“People just get weirder and weirder everyday.”

Before y/n went to go and turn the shower on, the shower she was supposed to be finished with two hours ago. She turned around and looked through her doors peep hole.Only to see Akaza sat on the apartment complex floor and Dakis upper half leaned over the apartment balcony crying.

Y/N felt alittle guilty.

“I’ll call the cops to help them.there’s nothing o can really do to help them,there delulu” y/n considered.

Her thoughts stopped abruptly when a loud-

POP!

Y/n stood baffled when a white blonde teleported and fell onto the floor. He seemed tall.He also had weird clothes on like the other two from before.Having a red turtle neck and weird beige pants. With socks and…SANDLES?ew.

“What the fuck.”

She cautiously walked to the guy now on the floor to see that he’s unconscious,Y/N squatted down next to him and blow wind his face.

“Hello? Why did you just teleport into my living room?”

She checked to see if he was alive by checking his heart beat-

Wait.

“Me and Akaza are demons lady,so what” y/n remembered what Daki said earlier.She didn’t want to believe them but when a big weird looking dude just randomly teleports into thin air in you living room things seem a lot more believing.

For fuck sakes.

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The door clicks open. Only for Daki and Akaza to see Y/N inviting them back inside.

“I think I understand what you guys were on about now.”

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TASHIŌ SECRET!!

Y/N actually has another side gig to make money!!She is also a babysitter on some weekends.

She babysits a rich woman’s baby. Which actually gives her a good amount of cash.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this!! This is my first story so idk if it really makes sense or not. Either way I make these for fun so pls no hate 🙇‍♀️🤞

Love y’all❤️

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honeybleed · 5 months

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— ★ SOFTEST PLACE ON EARTH // ONYANKOPON

content & warnings: female reader, black-coded reader, ony is black british here cos i said so (think john boyega), reader is a postgrad student, hange is referred using they/them pronouns, hange is reader’s professor, ony is hange’s teaching assistant, reader & ony late twenties, hange early thirties, smut (shower sex) so mdni

author’s note: alas, my entry to my event. this song suits ony so bad hehe.

word count: 2.4k

To call your professor Dr. Hange Zoë kooky would probably be an understatement. They were an enigma.

You still enjoyed their lectures. It was clear as day they lived and breathed anthropology.

They would bustle in about five or ten minutes late, gabbling apologies.

It was endearing almost, knowing they’d apologise regardless considering the fact the students took advantage of Hange’s tardiness.

Hange’s lectures were always full to the brim. If you wanted to attend something that wasn’t a snoozefest like Erwin’s or be told to do the reading and get lost like Levi’s, Hange’s hall was where to go.

Always thought-provoking insights and discussions, Hange had this allure and aura about them that enthralled people. It was magnetic.

You were thankful to have been in their classes since your undergrad, in a way you’d grown up with Hange.

They had a soft spot for you, always letting you know they’d be more than welcome to read drafts of your essays and give feedback despite how hectic their schedule was.

Hange had watched you go from an anxious student, always second guessing yourself and afraid of getting something wrong to an assured and confident young woman, willing to take risks and striving to better understand the world.

Seeing you flourish filled Hange’s heart with admiration and pride.

In the upcoming weeks of Christmas, Hange introduced their new assistant. There were a few murmurs, mainly because he was so handsome.

He was towering over Hange, as the two walked to the front of the lecture hall.

“Alright, alright! Simmer down.” Hange called out as they clapped. “This is Onyankopon. I never really had the need for a teaching assistant since I’m just soooo amazing at multitasking-”

There were some titters and uneasy laughs at Hange considering how all over the place they were sometimes when it came to grading and replying to questions.

“Cut me some slack!” Hange gasped, faux offended as their hand was on their chest. “Anyways, Onyankopon will be here since I’ll have my hands full with my research proposal. That all good?”

Onyankopon’s eyes scanned the vast lecture hall. You swallowed a little thickly as your eyes met.

He had a commanding figure in a way. He seemed so nonchalant as he smiled while Hange had introduced him.

Weeks passed, and as your deadlines approached Onyankopon took the reins Hange had previously had on your learning.

You were growing very close. So much so, you struggled to repress the physical attraction you had to him.

He was fun to talk to. You’d been so busy with your studies, and you can’t even remember the last time you felt this way about somebody.

Wanting to see them every day. Wishing them good morning and good night. Spending hours on the phone talking about anything and everything in your free time.

But the thing you adored the most about Onyankopon is that he always pushed you to focus on yourself. You’d die before you’d admit to Hange that Onyakopon’s feedback was a lot more insightful than theirs.

On a Thursday afternoon, you had a step in your walk as you made your way to Hange’s office. Lately, Hange was away since they were busy with the research proposal they mentioned.

“Oh!” You gasped, a bit surprised at Onyankopon’s absence when you were meant to meet him. “Hey, Professor. What are you doing here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be in my own office?” Hange snorted, their legs on their desk as they had files in their hands.

“It’s just that Ony is supposed to meet with me.”

“Ony?” Hange echoed, amused at the nickname.

When you realised Hange had caught on, there was a slight unease stirring within you.

“You think I haven’t noticed you eyeing up my assistant?” Hange chuckled, causing your eyes to blow wide with alarm as your cheeks heated up.

You weren’t being that obvious, were you?!

“I haven’t-”

“Oh relax, Y/N.” They snorted. “I think it’s cute. Been a long time since there’s been some puppy love brewing in this office.”

“Huh?”

You were thinking too much into it. But did Hange insinuate it was mutual? Onyankopon liked you too?

“My girlie’s all grown up, huh?” Hange cooed. They threw their legs off the desk to stand up and pat your back.

You both turned to see the door open again, where Onyankopon was standing.

“Did I keep you waiting?” He chuckled.

“Oh no, it’s fine. Don’t worry.” You said coming across a little stiff since you felt exposed under Hange’s knowing gaze.

“What’s with you, huh?” They chuckled as they slapped your back. “I take it back. Acting like a blushing schoolgirl cos I caught on.”

“Hange!” You hissed.

You let Onyankopon in. He dragged his tongue over his bottom lip as he took in her appearance.

"Aren’t I lucky?” He remarked.

“Better count your blessings, hm?” You remarked as you shut the door behind you and linked arms with him.

You were invited to a faculty office party, but things quickly went awry with a mishap after you got out of Onyankopon’s car.

“For FUCK’S SAKE!” You screamed as the double-decker bus splashed water on both you and Onyankopon.

It sank in that he had out of reflex yanked you behind him in an attempt to shield you, but the water drenched you both.

Onyankopon attempted to hold back his laughter at your reaction but it was no use. Laughter overtook his body.

“It’s not FUNNY, ONY!” You barked whining as the water began to seep into your suede heels and your shimmery dress clung uncomfortably to your skin.

“Nah but you make it funny.” He guffawed as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m the one who took most of the hit.”

“May TFL perish.” You seethed.

“Come here.” He said, pulling you close against him. Your heart began to pound at the sudden closeness of you up against him.

You looked up at him through your lashes as his index finger stroked your cheek gently.

“Ony…” You said breathlessly as he gazed at you. The look in his eyes stirred something in your gut.

“Let’s just ditch the party.” He snickered as he gave you a smile. “All love to Hange but I’m not too thrilled on the idea of being cooped up with the faculty staff with Christmas music.”

“Yeah…that sounds kinda hellish. Don’t know what I was thinking.” You chuckled. “Got dressed up for nothing.”

“Not true. Spin around for me.” He grinned as he took your hand and you took a step back.

“I’ll look dumb, Ony.” You said a little bashfully.

“We both already look dumb.” He chided. “Do it for me. Please?”

His voice was so smooth, and the tug at the corner of his lips was just so irresistible. You couldn’t turn him down.

“…Fine.”

And you followed his request, the streetlights gleaming off the sequins as he spun you around and then pulled you back against him.

“That’s my girl.” He said tenderly as he gazed at you. “Would I be jumping the gun if I took you back to my place?”

You had to be dreaming. All those moments you’d shared culminated in this very moment. His eyes were raking over you hungrily, his voice had a hint of lust.

“I guess. But I like to live life on the edge.” You quipped, trying to recompose yourself with how flustered he got you.

As Onyankopon ushered you into his apartment after he had driven you home to collect some things since you were staying overnight at his (which was more ideal since the last thing you wanted was your roommates to relentlessly bully you the next morning) you were antsy.

He was being polite, offering to make you tea to warm you up, wash and dry your soaked clothes, and telling you to shower but quite frankly him inviting you over gave you other ideas.

But you suppose it wasn’t in his nature. He was a very gentle person under all the teasing. He always puts your comfort and well-being first. And if anything that makes you want him more.

“Is Hange mad we ditched?” You giggled as you saw Onyankopon stare at his screen after he told you he shot them a text saying the two of you weren’t coming.

“Nah, but they threatened to kick my ass if I broke your heart.” He chuckled as he shook his head. “I’ll just put your clothes here.”

“…Ony.” You said, voice low as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. Panicking deep down. You were going to cross the line tonight. But you had to.

You had to jump for what you wanted. And you wanted him.

“Yeah?”

“Join me.”

Onyankopon’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t believe what just came out of your mouth.

“W-what?”

“I mean, if you wanna.” You stuttered, instantly regretting it.

“Are you sure?” He cut you off, and you simply nodded. Not wanting to have your foot in your mouth again.

He made his way towards you, closer and closer. You held your breath in suspense, pupils dilated as your back was pressed against the wall.

It felt like years as he edged closer to lean in but his lips finally touched yours, very gently and softly. As if he was testing the waters almost. This was the first kiss the two of you shared, after all.

He tilted your chin up with an index finger and sucked on your lips, your mind went completely blank. His lips were so plump, his toned body pressed against yours, and the breathy sighs in the air made it seem as if it was going faster and faster.

Only in a towel, there was a coil beginning to form in your stomach, a pang of need. You gasped when you felt his large hand settle on the bare skin of your hip bone.

“Ony…let’s…shower…” You said between kisses. He nodded as he pulled away completely breathless and nudged his forehead against your own.

You unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his belt as he pushed the towel, leaving you exposed.

You pushed him backwards until he slammed into the bathroom's door causing the two of you to dissolve into laughter.

“You’re a maneater, huh?” He chuckled. “Go easy on me.”

“I’ll try.” You replied.

You pulled away from his grip, as he shrugged off what was left until he was fully nude. It was your turn to shamelessly eye him, just like Hange said you did which made him smirk. You switched the hot water on and the shower head shot a jet of water.

You looked at the steam tentatively. He slid his hands onto your bare waist and began to suckle on your neck unexpectedly which made you let out a groan.

It was slightly cramped because of Onyankopon’s towering figure. You began to soak your hair and turned to face him as he was slotted behind you and the wall.

His face nestled into the crook of your neck and you felt his large hand cup your breast, then pinch your nipple which made you jolt, swatting him away.

Within an instant, you felt him trail his plump lips from your neck, and he took your earlobe between his teeth.

He spent the next minutes, which felt like hours, kissing every part of your body, you had goosebumps everywhere and were truly a mess, you felt your inner thighs becoming sticky. He left no place untouched.

Blooming love bites and marks, he instantly hauled you up, lifting you up the tub and pressing you against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his lower back and your arms around his neck as the water pattered down on their skin.

“Ony…please.” You mewled almost pathetically.

“What, baby?” He asked, almost tauntingly.

“Please fuck me..” You gasped out.

“You’ve got it, baby.” He brushed his lips against your skin as he lined himself up with your wet heat. “Gonna make you feel every inch of me.”

You felt yourself going dizzy almost as he slid into you effortlessly. He couldn’t help the low guttural grunts. You were so soft.

He thrusted himself inside you in one swift motion, burying himself deep as he began to pound into you with abandon.

"You're so wet, so fucking tight...wish I could stay inside you forever." He grunted as his hands roamed over your body.

“Ony!” You cried out. “You feel so good, mhm!”

“You feel good too, baby.” He panted, the slick and wet sounds from the two, skin slapping together and your moans and whining bounced off the bathroom walls.

You began to scratch his back and accidentally drew blood which emitted a groan deep from his chest.

It was almost as if the two were in your own universe, but soon enough his movements began to become jerky and sloppy as he was approaching his high.

He blurted out your name. Your eyes widened at how raw and hoarse it sounded. You cradled the back of his neck and head, with a tired smile.

"I’m here baby, let yourself go." You said soothingly, as he let out a groan, as he spilled inside of you. You gasped at the warmness filling your womb, biting your lip, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He shut his eyes, plump lips bitten and swollen and blood trickled down his skin from your scratches as well as bite marks.

You both slumped against the tiles.

“Better than Hange’s dancing and crappy punch…am I right?” He chuckled, a little out of breath as his chest heaved.

He draped an arm around you, pulling you against him as you nestled into his side. He planted a few kisses on the top of your head as you let out a content sigh.

“Yeah. But it’d be funny to see Levi and Erwin drunk and dance.” You chortled at the imagery.

“Can I see you again?” He asked, a little lowly as he tucked a strand of wet hair behind your ear as he gazed into your eyes.

“Well…I’m not dropping out anytime soon.” You snorted.

“You know what I meant.” He chuckled as he leaned in to kiss your chin and trace along your jawline which made you squirm and giggle.

“Okay, okay! A little out of my usual dating protocol but you can be an exception.”

“I’m honored.” He said with a wry laugh.

author’s note: TY FOR READING IF U GOT DIS FAR HEHE REBLOGS N INTERACTIONS ALWAYS APPRECIATED 🙏🏽

#aot x reader #onyankopon x reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon smut #onyankopon snk #aot x black reader #aot x y/n #aot x female reader #onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon fluff #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles

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kamisama1kiss · 26 days

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don’t mind me, just an anon dropping the idea of Descendants AU Lloyd Garmadon into your head so I’m not the only one suffering with the idea of it

...Wait, this is smart. Since we all know who his father is 🤭 that is so absolutely yummy! I saw this at about 5 am. And had a hard time falling asleep after wanting to see more of this AU. Whoever you are, you're an absolute genius

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Lloyd Garmadon { Rotten to the core }

Platonic headcanons

• I can definitely see him wear a lot of dark greens, black and gold details alongside some bone design along his outfit, taking insporation from when he was younger

• He is on the VK island. You can't change my mind

• Being one of the chosen ones to go alongside Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlose to leave for Arudon (if we follow the storyline)

• It took him a lot longer to get used to all the none stealing, discovery of his new favourite food which would be sweets

• Mostly silent or scoffing at others with a nutural expression, but eventually, when getting closer to actually him considering you a friend som smaller hints of smile will be present

• Let only specific people touch him since he had little to nothing or not at all a good connection with his father and his mother, it made him feel weak which is a big no no

• A ton of stolen candy bars hidden under his pillow from the day

• Had naturally a mystery aura around him, being closest to the four other VK with a few others eventually around the school

• Would use his Oni aspect of him whenever anyone gets on his nerves to scare them off or just intimate the person

• Would constantly be on the move. He is everywhere yet nowhere at the same time

Romantic

•Definitely the trope of you fell first he fell harder

• It took MONTHS for him to even know what the things he felt meant. After listening in on Evie and Mals' conversation, he would understand what he was infant having romantic feelings

•Definitely in denial, having never felt it before, which did scare him even more. Pushing you away at all cost

•The only reason why the relationship even started had to be because you asked/told him that you felt romantic twords him

• Still in denying it, but decided to try after thinking a few days in a row about it

"I suppose it can't hurt.. trying? Just be aware that it will not be a walk in the park."

"I understand that very well... even went through the thought many of time, I want this"

• The answer only made him feel more secure about his decision and felt safe to let you in, his heart having never gone this fast before, even from all the danger he has gone through

• He stole things for you just because it reminded him of you and thought you'd like it. Knowing it would make you smile made it worth getting in trouble

• No PDA whatsoever, but if lucky, maybe a little pinky finger holding in the start at least. It took months of resuring and convincing, but now, at least, he'd be willing to hold hand. Maybe even a hand on the small of their back

• If anyone says or looked at his s/o weirdly, he wouldn't hesitate to put the person in their place

• Prefers sitting in silence and just comfortably exist next to one another under the moon and stars

• Playing with his hair would simply put him to sleep within seconds. Any sort of touch from his s/o would immediately relax him. Being on guard and tense from being used to the island

I am tempted to make some sort of fanfiction of this AU 🤭🤭 if there are any suggestions, I'd happily write them of our very beloved evil oni boy.

I've been sat here for an hour, just giggling to myself

#headcanons #lloyd garmadon x reader #lego ninjago #ninjago lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon au #descendants au #lloyd x reader #ninjago #ninjago headcanons #Lloyd garmadon descendants au

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mizuseyebrows · 1 month

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even if you become a true oni or onryō —mizu x reader

warnings: not proofread. fluff. she/her pronouns for mizu. slight angst. insecurities.

includes: sweet and compasionate reader. 'weak' and vulnerable mizu. word count: 3.6k

summary: mizu has an anxiety attack after a mishap, but you're there for her

a/n: this is a sequel to this

You didn't understand what’s wrong. Only for a few minutes the two of you were separated and when you returned to Mizu's side, a whole gloomy and cold aura covered her. You could also see in her eyes that she was trying to hide something from herself. Anything happened? Did she have to face a battle? You didn't believe it, there were no traces of blood or sweat on her. What could be going on?

Now you found yourself with your head lying on her lap, staring at her face. You were trying to figure out what was underneath Mizu's stoic mask at that moment.

"I know what you see. Cut it." It sounded almost like an order as she growled, her gaze remaining staring straight ahead, as if she were studying the forest.

"And what do I see?" You asked in a soft voice, almost speaking softly.

"A half blood, half breed. Like a demon." She rolled her eyes as she spoke, making a disgusted expression with her mouth. "Not even a human, something worse."

"Is there anything worse than being a human?" You looked at her with surprise and curiosity.

"There is, being me." She spoke, but you could tell there was a hint of bitterness in her tone of voice. Then, she made a self-deprecating gesture. "Being something less than human, something no one can understand, something no one wants."

"Why are you saying something so ugly, Mizu? Do you really believe everything you're saying?” You knitted your eyebrows together to express concern.

"Why wouldn't I?" She scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. "They all called me a demon. Do you have any idea how it felt growing up? The way I was treated? People thought I was a freak, an abomination. Even my own mother... I could never live up to their standards, because I wasn't full blooded human.” Her voice is sharp and bitter, the usual edge that makes up her personality has sharpened into more than just annoyance. "They tried to kill me for being a girl. I have to pretend to be hideous man. And on top of all that, I am half blood. People have every reason to hate me, and I'll be a fool for not hating myself as well."

» "You want to know what the worst part is?" She spat, her hands curling into fists slowly as the words were practically dragged out of her. "People like you. People who seem to be so good, yet they still can't see behind my veil. You could easily hate me, despise me. I don't deserve to be happy."

» "I don't know why you're so nice to me... You're making me feel more human than I deserve to feel. It gives me a slight glimmer of hope that maybe I'm not a monster, but deep down, I know it's all a lie. I know that people will never accept me for who I am." She looked away; her fists clenched so tightly that they'd gone pale. "I don't deserve anything nice, and I don't deserve you. It's only a matter of time before you realize what a terrible, horrible, awful person I am."

» "I'm afraid one day, you'll come to dislike me. You'll call me a freak just like everyone else has my entire life..." her voice trailed off, and she let out a deep breath. "When that day comes... When you finally look at me as the monster I am... I won't blame you. It's what I deserve... but it would still hurt. So much." Despite her words, there wasn't a sign of emotion on her face, not even the slightest hint of sadness. "Just like a monster would, I'll get over it."

» "But I don't want to." She muttered, her breath catching in her throat. The coldness in her tone had melted, the usually stony expression replaced by a sad look. "I don't want to be treated like a monster. I don't want to be hated. The tears hadn't started rolling down her cheeks yet, but she was on the verge of crying. "No matter how much I hate myself, I don't want that. Even if I'm a monster, all I've ever wanted was to be loved..."

» "And I hate myself for that." She was trembling just a little bit, and tears were threatening to fall, but hadn't yet. "Every single day, I hate myself for still wanting to be loved and cared for, for even having any sort of desire. Because that's not how—I've got to be strong; I have to be... I have to be tough; I can't have a moment of weakness..."

Listening to Mizu's verbal display had you in mental limbo. You heard every word, every growl, every broken voice. You saw every frown, every snap of teeth, every grimace. But you couldn't process all that information. Your heart broke as she continued to express and degrade herself like that. You couldn't believe everything you heard.

You didn't even notice that you were crying, your face was completely soaked. It wasn't until Mizu stopped talking that she seemed to come back to reality. What could you say to all that? Where to start?

You shook your head, to fully alert yourself and to deny what she was saying about herself. "M-Mizu, there's nothing wrong with having a m-moment of weakness."

"There is when you're a monster..." she whispered. "Monsters don't feel pain... Monsters don't get weak... they can't. A-And besides, I'm not weak." She said, her voice coming out stronger than it had in quite a while. "I'm strong, much stronger than you could ever imagine."

You nodded several times, wanting to reassure what she was saying but you were interrupted by Mizu.

"I'm not weak." She repeated softly, the words echoing in the still atmosphere of the room. "I'm not weak, I'm not." She breathed in again, the strength and confidence she usually had was returning. "You think I'm some sad, pathetic creature that needs to be pities and cared for? Well, you're wrong."

"Mizu!" You got up from her lap and stood in front of her to grab her face and stop her. "Please stop destroying yourself like that. Just because you're half white doesn't mean you're any less human. You're not pathetic for having weaknesses and expecting affection. Please stop talking like that, you're hurting me."

She didn't respond, just froze when your touch was placed on her cheek. Her hands started trembling, and her breath seemed to get shakier with every passing comment you made. Still, she just stood there, barely managing to keep her expression relatively neutral as tears welled in her eyes.

She didn't say anything, there was no use in arguing with you. In her head, she called herself all those terrible things, but hearing you say she was wrong... It broke the last remaining sense of confidence and determination she had to keep herself upright, and she started sobbing.

"I'm so tired." Her quiet, shaky voice sounded on the verge of breaking as she choked back some more sobs. Her eyes were red as tears escaped and trickled down her face.

The cold, stony girl who always seemed confident and in control was now standing there, broken and defenseless. Her defenses cracked and fell, shattering to pieces as the emotional wall that she hid behind gave way to the flood of sadness that rushed in.

"I can't do this... I can't." She whispered, her voice starting to crack with the volume of her crying. "All I've ever wanted was to be loved... But no one would ever love me... If they...” She sniffled, trying her hardest not to cry again. "I'm tired of... being seen as some kind of freak... being thought of as a monster. I know no one would love me... I know that all too well."

When she looked up at you, the cold, sharp glint was gone. Replaced with a sad, pleading look that spoke of only one thing. "Just once... I want to be loved. Once... is that too much to ask for...?"

"I can love you, if you allow me. I want to be there for you in every moment. I want to hug you when you feel overwhelmed, I want to kiss your eyes, your lips, your tears... I know that you have been hurt all your life but, please let me show you that you deserve everything you want and expect."

She was so utterly stunned that she couldn't say a single thing... her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with disbelief as she processed your words. When she realized that you had been genuine... she broke down again.

The tears fell, and this time, she didn't do anything to stop them. She wrapped her arms around you, burying her head into your chest. "Please..." she asked quietly. "Love me... please show that you still love me even though I'm a monster..."

"You are not a monster, Mizu. You are not a demon or a freak or an abomination. You are an amazing person; you are an incredible woman. Let me help you change your perception of yourself." You stroked her hair lovingly and planted a kiss on the top of her head.

"B-But...” she mumbled, clinging to your torso. "Everything about me screams inhuman. Everything..."

She hung onto you tightly, almost as if she was afraid that if she let go, the harsh reality set in once more, and she would be sent back to the terrible realization that she was, indeed, a monster.

"What if I'm too much for you to handle?" She asked, the same small, fearful voice she used earlier coming back. "What if my problems are too big for you to deal with? You'll grow tired of me..."

"That won't happen, I already know your stubborn, obstinate, and headstrong persona." You laughed softly and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "I'll be able to handle this, I won't leave you alone at any time."

» "I'll help the pain go away." You cupped her face and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. "You know that I heal your physical wounds, right? That I always clean them, sew them and take care of them so that they don't get infected. Well, now I will help you heal the internal wounds, those that no one sees but that are the ones that hurt the most. But I will need you to let me do it, I won't be able to do it alone, we both have to work together, okay?"

"S-So you're going to help cure my internal wounds too?" She asked softly as tears threatened to come again. "And you swear you won't ever leave me... and you won't ever leave me and hate me... like everybody else?"

"How could I hate you if you have such a pretty face... What you hate the most about yourself is what I love the most. Your eyes are beautiful, Mizu." You leaned down to kiss her lips again, lovingly and a little slowly.

She was so taken off guard by the sudden action that she didn't react for a moment. But, by the second kiss, she was returning the gesture, her soft lips pressed against yours for a few seconds before she pulled slightly away to speak.

"You love my eyes?" She asked softly, with a hint of surprise in her voice. "Why?"

"What do you mean 'why'? It makes you unique, it adds exoticism to your face. Plus, it's the color of the sea and I love the sea." You gave her another short kiss and smiled at her. "And, I could swear your eyes shine. There's something about them that just makes them glow."

"People think that my eyes are demonic... a sign of my mixed heritage..." She murmured, a frown forming on her lips as she mentioned that word.

"No, don't think that your eyes are demonic. They are beautiful, they look like crystalline snowflakes." You kissed her lovingly again, taking a little longer and caressing her cheeks.

You could have stayed like that all day, letting your kiss never end... The feeling of her lips was like a drug, one you could get addicted to so easily...

Finally, after a few seconds, she pulled her face away from yours. She murmured your name softly, a blush slowly spreading across her face.

"Tell me..." You whispered against her lips and rubbed your nose with hers.

"Can we... do it again?" She asked softly. "That kiss..." Her eyes glanced to the side; her cheeks tinted with embarrassment as she struggled to find the right words. "Could we... please... do it again?"

"Of course we can." You nodded gently and gave her another slow, loving kiss, wanting you both to savor the moment.

She sighed softly and took in the feeling, the sensation of your lips pressed against hers. She could feel everything, the tenderness and love that was hidden behind the kiss, she could feel it all. This was everything she had always wanted but never had... Everything she had been denied by the world and fate... Every affection she felt like she so desperately needed. This was what she wanted. All she had ever wanted. To be loved.

After a few moments, you broke the kiss and looked into her eyes with a smile. You caressed her cheeks in circles and sighed softly. "You'll let me love you, right?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushing again. "Yes, I... I would love that, actually..." She murmured. She could practically feel her heart beating out of her chest, but as she looked into your loving eyes, she felt a little bit better. "Why... do you love me...? Why do you want me...? Do you not think I'm too dangerous? Too violent? Too much of a monster?" She muttered softly, her voice coming out hushed.

"Shh... None of that. You are very dangerous and violent but...I have to admit that that attracts me. You have a lot of passion inside you, but you are directing it towards your revenge and that is what makes you dangerous. Although, your passion is what attracts me the most."

She was stunned. Hearing those words, how her worst traits were what attracted you to her... made her feel odd. To know that her rage and hatred were somehow endearing and appealing to someone... it felt like she had been seeing a distorted reflection of herself all this time and finally saw the true her.

"Those... These are not good traits..." she murmured, then let out another small laugh. "I-Is that really what attracts you to me?"

"It makes you... an adventure, there is a lot of adrenaline. I know they are not good traits but that's who you are and I must accept you, although I will help you guide your passion to better goals. I promise."

"Thank you... I have to admit, I never thought anyone would ever find those traits of mine appealing." She murmured, a soft smile forming on her lips as her eyes started getting teary again. It was almost funny; how much she had hated herself for these very traits you were now praising and considering attractive.

"Maybe I'm the freak one." You laughed happily and stole another kiss from her. "Maybe I'm a little insane, but I love seeing you being dangerous—"

She leaned into the kiss almost immediately, eager to stop you from saying too much more. She knew exactly what you had meant, but there were just some things that she wasn't ready to acknowledge yet. She had thought that she would never find someone who would love her despite all her flaws, and here you were, finding even her most deplorable traits appealing.

"You love... that about me... don't you?" She murmured, just for a quick confirmation before she threw herself back into the kiss.

"I love almost everything about you." You responded to her between kisses, each time doing it with more intensity.

"H-Almost?" She asked meekly, but once again, her question was interrupted by a kiss. She was practically swimming in the sea of bliss that those tender lips were giving her, not even thinking or considering what she said as her mind got flooded with love and passion.

"There are still things I need to know about you, so I can't say I love everything about you." You whispered against her lips, tightening your grip on her face.

"Oh..." She muttered, her lips parting slightly as she took in a breath. "Will you still love me when you know every last little thing about me?" She murmured softly, her expression tinged with worry and a hint of hesitation.

"I will still love you even if you become a true oni or onryō." You sighed softly and looked into her eyes. "I'll be the mortal of those legends who tries to change the demon or the mortal that fell in love with the demon despite its nature."

The words you had just spoken made her feel warm inside. She had never expected such reassurance, such assurance from anyone. She was speechless, not knowing how to reply to your words otherwise. In the end, she let herself go back into another long, passionate kiss instead.

And you kissed her back with the same passion and clinged a little to her, caressing her scalp lovingly. But then you felt Mizu hug your neck longingly, which made you have to lower your hands to her lower back to bring her closer to you.

However, Mizu broke away from the kiss suddenly and looked away. You could see her doubt in her eyes, the uncertainty she felt at your words. You lovingly caressed her back and gave her a kiss on the cheek to get her attention.

"We'll take this slow, okay? I know that right now everything I told you won't erase what has tormented you your whole life, but we'll go slow, okay? At your own pace, if you feel like it's too much at some point, you can say so. If you want to do something different, we can do it. Is that okay?"

"I-It's okay..." she mumbled softly, her mind still trying to process everything you had said. "I just... I just don't know where to start..." She murmured, as tears started running down her cheeks again.

"Me neither, but let's let this flow, okay? Let's not rush anything, we'll just let everything go at the pace it should go." You caressed her cheeks and wiped away her tears.

"Thank you..." she whispered softly, her breathing starting to slow down again. She had never taken things slowly before, she had always been impulsive, always rushed to the next part without taking a moment to stop and think. "But... it's kind of hard to take it slow when you kiss me and do things like that so passionately..." She mumbled, her face getting red again.

"That's my mistake. If you want, I can stop doing it to go slower." You laughed softly, blushing too.

"Can we... keep on doing it... but just a little slower... a little less... intense..." She murmured softly, her eyelids slowly closing as she tried to think of the right words.

"We can do that. I like to kiss you slow and loving." You nodded several times, still smiling.

"Can we... um..." she muttered, not knowing how to ask for what she wanted. "Can we just... sit in silence for a while... while you hold me close and... just stroke my hair and stuff...?" She murmured, her face getting even more red when she realized just how needy and clingy she sounded.

You felt something inside you explode and stir at how cute Mizu had sounded. You couldn't help but bite your lower lip in excitement and nodded several times. "Of course, of course, of course." You sat behind her and made her lean against your chest to stroke her hair the way she wanted.

She gasped softly as she felt your arms wrap around her and pull her back against your chest. For a few moments, all she could do was enjoy the feeling of your gentle touch and the calm, steady rhythm of your heartbeat. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, relaxing as she felt your fingers move through her hair, as if she was some small, helpless animal being comforted by their parent.

The feeling was incredible and she savored every moment of it, letting out a soft, contented sigh as you kept stroking her hair.

"Thank you..." she murmured, her body leaning even further into you as she breathed a little slower. She felt so safe in your arms, so warm.

"You have nothing to thank." You whispered to her and kissed her temple, tightening your arms around her.

The kiss on her temple caught her by surprise and she gave a soft gasp, her eyes widening slightly, but she didn't care and simply leaned back against you even more. The sensation of your arms around her was indescribably comforting, something she didn't think she would ever experience but now all she wanted was to stay like that forever, to stay sheltered and protected and loved.

She let out a soft whimper, your kiss once again sending a shiver down her spine as she felt your tight embrace. She pressed herself even further against you, almost as if she wanted to bury herself in your arms, to melt into your embrace and become part of you. She didn't want to let go of your embrace, not yet, not any time soon, not until she had completely accepted the warmth and the affection that you were now showing her.

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