#hngh I love blood red

[itsxenanotsena]

An Unexpected Visitor

🔞 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: Hello I am back with an attempt to write smut! This might become a two to three part series because I'm still planning a bit more of plot. I hope y'all enjoy!!

"Hngh- So damn tight-" Heizou groaned as you lowered yourself onto his cock.

"C'mon sweetheart, just a little bit more and-" a moan errupted from the both of you as he bottomed out.

It was a beautiful afternoon, you visiting your boyfriend with a bento you made on your hand, excited to surprise him with lunch. Of course, he absolutely loved what you made, giving you kisses, one thing led to another, and here you were, seated on Heizou's desk chair, back pressed against his chest, his cock balls deep in your cunt as he thrust in a pace that made you see stars.

"Fuck- Heizou- I-" You mumbled in between whines. That all too familiar feeling at the pit of your stomach is fast approaching. Moans and whines escaped your lips, not a care of the time being broad daylight, chanting them like a prayer, hoping for Heizou to give you that good release. You were so close. So fucking close.

"Hei- I'm gonna-" A noise interrupts you two. A noise coming from the door right infront of you. The said door is wide open now, with a lone figure slumped on the floor in front of it, infront of you. You, having finally come back to your senses, immediately turned around and hugged Heizou. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, is laughing.

"What a surprise!" He exclaimed. You were confused and furious.

"What do you mean 'what a surprise!'?!" You shot back at him, and he continued laughing. Meanwhile, the figure on the floor rose, coughed awkwardly and looked away, blood creeping up his cheeks.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you, I just-" his voice got stuck in his throat, and he coughed again, attempting to clear the air.

"God, Kazuha, lossen up! It's not like we're complete strangers to you." That earned Heizou a slap from you.

"What the hell Heizou?! God, this is so embarrassing..." You hid your face further on Heizou's neck. He smirked, resting his lips on your ear.

"Is it really? I just felt you clench around ny cock when I mentioned Kazuha's name. You're a little slut, aren't you?" He whispered sexily, making you actually clench around his dick.

"Oh, see? You did it again. You wanted to get caught, didn't you? Especially by Kazuha. Isn't that right sweetheart?" He whispered again in the same tone emphasizing the pet name, and you could only hide your face.

He was right, though. It's been weeks since you've fantasized about sleeping with Kazuha. You love your boyfriend of course, but the samurai just had a way with words that always made you want to jump in and kiss him then and there. He made you feel something like Heizou made you feel. You were greedy. You wanted both of them, yet couldn't. Until now.

Heizou pushed you away, put a hand on your chin and made you look at your welcomed intruder.

"Look at him, all lonely and flushed. Are you really going to let him suffer like that?" You opened your eyes and saw a sight you would forever keep in your memories.

A bright red Kazuha, hiding his face with a hand, his breathing erratic. But what caught your attention the most is somewhere lower. Kazuha's cock was poking through the fabric of his shorts, a wet stain slowly growing on them.

"... That is enough, Heizou." You hear Kazuha mumble, which earned an amused hum from the latter man.

"Is it, though? You wanted this as well, didn't you, Kaedehara Kazuha? I've seen the way you eye her. And honestly, I'm not mad. I look at her the same way." And with that, Heizou captured your lips in a deep kiss, tongue and everything. It made Kazuha gasp and groan at the same time, shorts getting tighter and tighter by the minute. The detective pulled away from you and looked at the man before you.

"So? I'm giving you a generous offer here. Are you in?" You could only gaze at Kazuha with half lidded eyes. Eyes begging him to say yes. That was all Kazuha needed for comfirmation.

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Part 2 | Epilogue

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #kaedehara kazuha #shikanoin heizou #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader #smut #plot what plot #genshin smut #minors do not interact #minors dni #idk how page breaks work so you'll start off strong

[amandagardendee]

Do not read if you arent into MPREG

This includes a somewhat graphic and unassisted penis birth.

“P-Pregnant?!” He cried at seeing the two lines on his pregnancy test. His wife simply smiled and walked over. “Yeeep.” “But I’m a guy! Wh-Where will it come out of?!” She shrugged, still smiling. “We always wanted this child.” He looked nervous. “b-but i didn’t think it would be me carrying it…” She hugged him. “Everythings going to be alright. I’ll be right here beside you the entire time.”

9 months had passed and she held up her promise. She was there for him through the entire thing. And it was amazing. She was so loving and kind throughout the entire thing. Though, there was one thing she wanted to do. She wanted to watch him push out his own baby by himself, and would only intervene if things went wrong. Of course they would have a midwife, but she wouldnt be in the room. He’d just give birth while she comforted him from the side.

“Huff, huff…” He anxiously waddled around the room, rubbing his swollen belly and his lower back: he was completely naked and his dick was abnormally large and erect. He had been laboring almost the entire day, and was still waiting for his water to break (wherever it would come out of). His wife was sitting on the bed smiled at him and photographing him occasionally. “Oohh…” he bent over the bed, gripping the frame and rocking his hips. He whimpered quietly and whinced as a contraction tore through him. His stomach had never felt so tight. He was so full and anxious to get this baby out. “Breathe.” his wife reminded him. He swallowed nervously and nodded at her, continuing to waddle and labor, until- “GYAH!” and *pop*. A mix of blood and water shot right out of his dick as he nearly collapsed in agony. “AHHH!!” he clutched his stomach and nealt down into a squat. “Sh-shit its coming- NGHH! out of my cock!” His wife perked up. “Interesting.” He screamed as he felt something hard and big slide into his dick, causing his already enlarged penis to become even bigger as a lump tried to pass through. “N-No! No no no I- HNNGHH I CAN’T! IT HURTS!” his wife smiled lovingly at him. “Push, dear. You can do this.” He grunted loudly, bearing down as he tried to move the mass in his member. He opened his eyes to see how mishapen his dick was. It was red and sore, with veins bursting as a watermelon sized lump was trying to squeeze out of him. “Oh fuck!” He cried in horror at the sight of his poor penis. “Augh…” He attempted to stand up and sit at the edge of the bed, lightly touching his penis. His wife watched him intently. “Go on then. Push out your baby.” He nodded at her and grabbed his dick, grunting and bearing down: the mass hardly moved. He felt tears pricking his eyes, his entire body drenched in sweat. He already wanted to give up. “I- I can’t! AUUGH IT WON’T MOVE!” He began to sob, rubbing his stomach and sore penis while moaning. “Cmon darling. You need to get it out one way or another. Push, hard!” He inhaled before pushing again, screaming as the mass finally began to move. He opened his eyes again. The mass was barely in the middle of his penis. “Good job. Push again.” He did so, gasping as the mas was near the tip of his penis. “FUCK ITS C-COMING!” He almost bore down again before his wife stopped him. “Hold on dear, don’t push. Your gonna tear. Breathe.” She cupped her hand over the tip of his cock, causing him to writhe in agony. “No no PLEASE LET ME PUSH! AHH!” The mass continued to move at a slower rate as he cried, trying desperately not to push. “Easy… there we go, its about to crown.” She removed her hand and replaced it with his. He gasped as he saw his babies head peeking through his tip. “Hngh.. A-AHh… Oh…” He lightly pushed and the babies head popped out, blood trickling out of his cock. “Good. Now push. Push out our baby.” He gasped and took both of his hands, cupping the head as he bore down again. “HNGH- AHHHH!” The rest of the body slid right out. “Oh! Oh god…!” He sobbed as hr fell back into the bed, holding their baby. “You did it.” His wife smiled proudly, taking one last picture.

#giving birth #birthing kink #mpreg birth #mpreg

[yostresswritinggirl]

Modern AU related thoughts but can exist in Kintsugi: Scara and puppet reader always wearing matching couple costumes for Halloween or costume parties. Sitting on each other’s laps and sharing snacks and drinks with occasional kissing. Having a two blanket system so they don’t struggle over one blanket and the cold. Kouta being their bird child here, too! The sappy and cliché scarf sharing in winter and Scara opening his coat so puppet reader can snuggle in his warmth within his coat. Making everyone feel lonely and embarrassed when they act so loving towards each other! Little inside jokes as they laugh and smile together. Scara laying down as puppet reader straddles him and paints his red eyeliner and he’s holding onto their thighs, his thumbs rubbing circles even… iykyk. SELF CARE? THEY CARE! FOR EACH OTHER!!!!!! He’ll wear those fluffy headbands as they apply face creams or serums and smile up at them while they have their fun… matching face masks with cucumbers on their eyes as they relax at home. Gosh, just them being content with no worries. No drama just chilling. Maybe MY heart is busting a nut. Oh, I saw an ad for custom print underwear and now I stand on the precipice of possibilities such as Scara and puppet reader having matching underwear, too. Electro print anyone?

I am so sure of Scara knowing their exact measurements for clothes and it extends to what they prefer in terms of pattern, color, and fabric. Not even covering how he knows what they prefer to eat, what the serving sizes they consume are, and the exact detail of their drink order. He even knows the order in which they eat. Lord Scara-smoochies and his dear puppet spouse will be the death of me. As you said before, puppet reader probably does become more confident and that makes Scara’s knees weak. Put on those rose tinted glasses! That’s not blood! It’s just water!!!!!! Scara with heart eyes when looking at puppet reader!!!! The worship kink is strong in this one. Lewd h*nd h*lding. How scandalous.

Zhongli dressing them up in Liyue fashion and arranging a play date for them, Xiao, Ganyu, and Yanfei. Immortal children should get along. Scara narrows his eyes as he senses something in the spouse force and the Traveler gets a little nervous. Scara clears the Spiral Abyss by himself. Puppet reader and Qiqi interactions, hell yea! Zhongli’s heart squeezing when showing puppet reader new spots and they hold onto his sleeve and unintentionally activate his peepaw instincts!!!! Venti adoring the wind chimes they make!!!!!! Surprise interactions with Albedo and Cloud Retainer? Both helping with puppet reader’s maintenance????

Bloom anon

They are progenitors of public display of affection, beating social norms in relationships, removing gender expectations, stark defender against toxicity, they are the prime example of a perfect relationship in the modern world hnghhh I want it so badly (i say despite being the creator of the story)

Scara with the worship kink sofjeosksk and he probably has a praise kink for himself too hnhhhh Spouse force ahahsgdhsh yes Zhongli old man just taking everyone as his children real

Wait shit I didn't even realize wind chimes -> Venti ahdnfhsn Venti has a special wind chime dedicated to him in their home that he sends wind to only when he's about to arrive, and Albedo being their personal doctor and making sure Cloud Retainer doesn't just experiment on puppet reader hngh

#exile.goblet #bloom anon #about kintsugi #scaramouche x reader

[montparnassee]

Little Bird is working on a new (blood red) gallery wall.

#little bird #hngh I love blood red #or dusky berry whatever #interiors #home interiors #victorian home

[prettyboykatsuki]

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into it | k. bakugou 

➳ tags ;; smut, praise kink (so much praise kink),d/s undertones, dumbification fem!reader, unprotected, mild dacryphilia (what else do we expect lol), pro-hero!katsuki

➳ wc ;; 1.5k

➳ a/n ;; my period came n it’s My Day so im posting this. sorry if i’m a little rusty! i haven’t written any nsfw since like? march.

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He know he’s spoiled you rotten. 

He knows this fact better than anyone else in the entire world. It didn’t matter how obvious it was to others, he knew it and he knew it well. The way Bakugou Katsuki finds himself stuck by your side leaves him with more questions and answers. He’s developed quite the habit of listening to your every word, clinging off your little attention and praise like it was more important than anything else. 

In a way, it was. That feeling he gets in his stomach, the pride in his chest when you bat long lashes at him and say “katsuki” the way only you ever could. You’ve got a grip on his being like nothing else. The world could be falling apart but he knows in his head he would be worrying about his baby. 

He knows he’s in love and he’s strong enough to admit it. But there’s a difference between being in loved and being whipped beyond belief or comparison. He’s indefinitely the latter.

He’s whipped out of his fucking mind. It’s ridiculous and gets more ridiculous as the days pass. The way he pours so much energy into leaving you spoiled and sated. He was always the asshole, the tough guy - but these days he questions himself for just how soft he’s gone. 

For you and only you. If anyone else had half the attitude you had with him, he’d probably rock their shit. With you, he merely sighs - grabs your face with strong hands and goes “why you bein so bratty huh?” until you’re confessing all your sins to him. It’s a religion of sorts, practice of worship. If you’re an altar, Katsuki feels like follower. Disobedience to your desires has always felt like sacrilege. 

Bakugou knows he spoils you too much. You’re not much for material but when it comes to time and attention, he’s always making room for you. Sits you in his lap while he works as long as you behave (lets you stay even if you don’t). Comes home to you. Doesn’t go out unless he’s sure you won’t be lonely. 

You didn’t particularly ask for any of it. You’re eager to let him be, but him? He seethes at the idea you’re getting your daily dose of love from anyone else. Turn his blood hot under his skin, makes his mind feel like it can’t sit still. 

So you’re spoiled rotten whether you like it or not. Bakugou would be damned if anyone came near you with the intentions of what he always intends too. 

You’re spoiled, to put it plainly. But Bakugou can’t say he hates it, no matter how much he tries 

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“Such a spoiled fuckin’ brat, huh?,” 

You shake your head, but your voice trembles in your throat when you try to reply. With the way Bakugos got your legs pinned, a hand resting on your navel with two fingers in your cunt, it’s hard to think at all. You squirm out of his reach, away from him. Everything in your body feels like it’s trembling and the pressure in your body has you dizzy and aching. 

Your clit is swollen from what feels like hours of stimulation. His mouth latches onto the swollen nerves, and goes and goes - matches the pace of his fingers fucking in and out of you. Every movement makes you twitch - an aching fever in your core. It’s almost painful - completely overwhelming. Bakugous determination leaves little room for error. 

“Ngh, I don’t ― aah, don’t mean to be” 

He chuckles a little at that. You can feel it reverberate against your body. When your eyes flutter open to see him between your legs, you’re sure you’re gonna cum again right away. Bakugou fucks you open with two fingers then three - stretches you out till your nice and soft. It makes you feel gooey, cum and saliva pooling onto once stain-less sheets. 

“Katsuki, ‘s enough, please - enough,” 

“Not enough baby,” he bites your thigh with sharp canines, red eyes boring into yours “Gotta be a good girl ‘n give one more. Spoiled fuckin’ brats gonna take all of it, aint she?” 

You let out something half-way between a whine and a whimper. The muscles in your thighs ache from holding still so long - from shaking. Your eyes roll up till there’s only white. Fuck you’re cumming again. How many times is it now? You can’t remember. 

It aches. Your cunt like a play-thing against the wet muscle, thick fingers that stretch you much wider than you thought possible before. He gives and gives and gives - and you take like the spoiled and greedy brat you are. When he ruins your pretty pussy into stuttered, breathless and raggedy orgasm - you take it all so greedily. 

“So fuckin’ pretty when you cream on my fingers, princess,” and he grunts, uses his free hand to jerk his cock. It’s stiff enough to hurt, the ache in his balls unbearable. But he’s gotta get you nice and sloppy - he likes to give it to you all in one go after all. 

Your brain feels like it’s melting, mouth dropped own and drooling. Katsuki is always so mean  but not with you. With you, he’s whispering sweet nothings into your sweaty skin and biting claim into the flesh. You let him melt you into whatever shape he likes with the promise he’ll hold you through it. 

“Gone and fucked you real stupid, huh?” 

There’s an unmistakable affection in his words that makes you screw your eyes tight enough it hurts. Tears prick your lashes as another orgasm rips through - shreds you to pieces. 

“Katsuki” 

You hold your arms out for him, needing to cling - and he lets you like he always does. You kiss him desperately, tongue searching for desperate reprieve as he drags sticky fingers up to your mouth. You can feel his cock slide between your folds, heady heavy and throbbing against your clit. 

It’s so, so hot. It’s molten, your brain and stomach turned to complete fucking mush. You whine again - loud into his mouth. 

“Clean ‘em good or you’re not getting my cock”

You nod dumbly. His fingers slide down your throat, touch your tongue and stretches your mouth out. 

“Haah,” he chuckles against your throat “So fuckin’ messy, huh? Your mouth and your pretty little pussy are so fuckin’ soaked for me, aint they?” 

“Yeah, yeah - ‘s f’r you” 

“All for me?” 

You nod with his fingers in your mouth, smiling like you’ve won the fucking lottery as you look him in the eyes. So obedient and pretty and good. His dick aches. 

“Mhm” 

He has you pinned so easily underneath, grunting as your knees are brought to your ears. You yelp as he bends over you, sliding his cock against your clit - fucking right between as he looks at your desperate face. Your eyes gone hazy as you watch his cock almost catch on your hole but never quite hitting. 

“’tsuki, hngh - please”

You’re distraught. So fucking spoiled - you’re in delirium begging for his dick. You need him so bad you don’t know anything other than digging your nails into his biceps and begging over and over and over. 

“Fuck  ― fuckin’ take this dick baby, shit” 

Your brain turns to static when you feel him fill you up in one fluid motion. Katsuki is thicker than he’s big, stretches you so good you scream silently. Strong hips that make you ricochet right into the bed with each thrust, you can feel yourself cream over him. It’s humiliating. 

He rolls your clit between his thumb and forefinger as he pistons you. Your body jerks so violently you almost lose hold - but Bakugou placates you with a tongue in your mouth. Kisses you messy with teeth and tongue - so salacious it has your cunt fluttering. His muscular body pins you to the bed, leaves you helpless and open wide for him to take.

 Bakugou’s spoiled you so he knows how you need, knows how to make you cum even when you’re so fucked out you can’t feel the air in your lungs. 

He french kisses you because he knows that’s how you like it - his spoiled, obsessive angel that can’t quite get enough of him. He knows just how your mouth likes to be occupied, knows just what nerves to hit. 

“C-Cumming!” 

Bakugou drops his forehead on your shoulder, mouth enveloping yours. He doesn’t say anything but his fingers grip into the fat of your thigh. You can feel him in your stomach, in your cevix 

Bakugou cums in you hot and heavy and thick. He groans into your mouth - jaw tense and brows taught when he fucks his load into until it’s all mixed together. 

His eyes open to check on you, his baby. Your eyes are red and puffy with tears - but you’re smiling lazily. Scheming. He squints

“What the fuck is it, brat?”

“.. You’re only gonna give me one?” 

Goddamn it. 

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#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugo imagine #bakugou imagines #bakugou imagine #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #bnha imagines #spice cake

[yuujism]

a curse like you (ryōmen sukuna x reader)

REQUEST:  Hello! I really love ur sukuna fics and i was wondering if i can request a yuuji/sukuna x fem reader where mc is a curse that sukuna knew from many years ago?? Can be fluff, smut or angst. Up to you 😁 thank you so much!! 🤗

| PAIRINGS:  ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: little suggestive but nothing bad, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 1,653

A/N: i focused this more on sukuna idk  if that’s ok with you !! if not you can send me a message or reqeust and tell me what did you expect so i can change it if i can😭!! anyway i like yearning and ex lovers to lovers prompts so uhh yea 😳 might even write this better with yuuji being more involved and more things happening lmfaosh !! i hope you enjoy!!  ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

Sukuna was bored out of his mind.

These situations were becoming more recurrent now that the brat that called himself his vessel started becoming stronger and getting the hang of the use of cursed energy.

He could hear everything that happened during the fight: the swearing, the sound of flesh splitting open, blood splashing and some motivational speech every now and then.

This was all a routine for the King of Curses now.

When he felt the light in his flesh for the first time in thousands of years, he swore he would never feel something like that again. It wasn’t anything that deemed itself meaningful, but after centuries of not having contact with anything at all, that moment felt like pure ectasis. He didn’t really count with having to spend most of the time inside of a brat after that.

It was all boring now. Boring, boring, boring. 

“Sorcerers come pretty green now, don’t they?” 

Oh? 

He lifted his head way too quickly, almost giving himself whiplash even if it was impossible. 

That voice. Sukuna knew that voice well. Very well if he said so himself. 

This was the voice that would call him a King in a mocking tone, as if it was calling him the King of idiots instead of the King of Curses. The same voice that refused to let out the sound of his name, too proud and stuck up but whenever they were alone, feeling each other, it would slip out every now and then. A voice that would let out the sweetest pleads and moans whenever he would let his hands travel around that body. And it became the last thing he heard before he was cut into pieces and retained by sorcerers for decades, sinking into the darkness. 

And now, the owner of the voice, who he thought was dead, was standing there, in front of his vessel, with the biggest smirk on her face.

Y/N. The proclaimed queen of curses.

And Sukuna’s... ex.

Sukuna felt Itadori freeze in place, looking directly at you with fear filling his body. The curse couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Even after thousands of years, your power was way too intimidating and immaculate Sorcerers of the old age would even avoid saying Y/N’s name in fear of summoning her, knowing damn well she wouldn’t hesitate to kill them for making bad use of her title. 

They could feel it. They knew you weren’t just a cursed spirit. You could talk and appeared out of nowhere without even making your presence known. You were probably at the same level as Sukuna. Or Sukuna was at the same level as you.

He really thought you were killed after he was captured, only remembering your revengeful words towards the sorcerers who killed your lover. After that, and for obvious reasons, he never heard of you. Not even in this new era where sorcerers spawned one after the other, never mentioning your name or any hint that lead to your survival. So to see you in front of him, safe and sound and impactful as ever, Sukuna felt relief.

Y/N’s eyes landed on Yuji’s restless ones, as if she was staring at his soul. Which, basically, she did. Her gaze passed all the way through his barrier and soul, finally reaching what she was looking for: Sukuna’s own soul and eyes.

“Damn, King, is that you?” in a blink of an eye, you were right before Itadori’s face, too quick for him to even react and even too scared. “Shit, you’re pretty fucked now, huh? All trapped inside a bag of human flesh.”

Before the girl with the hammer could strike your body after snapping out of her trance, you limited yourself to press a finger in the sorcerer’s forehead, smiling almost sweetly before sending her body flying back with extreme force against the furthest wall of the space, knocking her out. 

“K-Kugisa- Hngh!” Itadori’s words were interrupted by a hand wrapping around his neck, slightly lifting him from the ground as he struggled to move, too weak from the constant fighting with all the cursed spirits that came in a flood. 

“Now, now,” Your voice was too calm, almost tired, getting closer to Yuuji’s face “Why don’t you switch with the oh-so-mighty King of curses? Too scared to come out, huh, King?” 

Your tone ticked Sukuna in more than one way. You were still the same annoying bitch as before. 

If you wanna live you better switch with me, you damn brat.

“Like hell I would switch with you! You’re gonna kill us!”

“Oh, so you can talk with him within yourself?” You let out an amused snort, your grip getting tighter. “Ridiculous!”

Foolish human, she will kill you. Switch with me.

Even if his vessel dying didn’t mean anything to Sukuna, he knew he would never get the chance to meet you again, probably for another thousand years, and these sorcerers were too invested in vanishing him from the face of the earth. 

When Yuuji was about pass out, eyes half closing and his windpipe being pressed roughly, you noticed the way his skin started developing black marks in his face and along his body. You smiled widely when the small scars under the sorcerer’s eyes opened to reveal a red colour looking straight at you, the whole features of this guy in front of you changing to reveal what you were looking forward too.

Sukuna’s hand wrapped around your wrist, claws digging into your flesh as you both stared at each other with a mix of emotions: hatred, anger, amusement. And something more.

“Move.”

You dropped him, backing up a bit as he fixed the hoodie his vessel was wearing, glaring at the queen of curses. You didn’t change at all. If Sukuna had to be honest, you were as hot tempered and attractive as before. He could perfectly remember the way your body reacted whenever he touched the spots that drove you crazy A sly smirk appeared on his face as he noticed the same movement of fingers when you were restless, and he knew it was because of him.

“Nervous, Y/N?” Sukuna chuckled, walking to you to circle around your frame, looking up and down your body. “You know I don’t bite, baby. Unless you ask me to, that is.”

You turned around to look at him behind you, incredulous.

“Hah?” Your head fell back, letting out a louder than usual laugh. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, King. I’m just worried I’ll easily step on you while you’re in this vessel of yours.” Your hand started glowing with your cursed energy, raising an eyebrow at the way his indifferent expression didn’t flinch. “And even more now since you get dominated so easily.”

Once again, something in Sukuna ticked. If there was something he hated more than being looked down upon, it’d be the fact of not being in control of any situation. He never once admitted it, but your comments really got to him. He wanted to be praised and adored by you, queen who would never adore anyone but herself. This just made him even more infatuated by you. Perhaps even after all this time, he could make you say his name in a broken voice.

“You see, you shouldn’t be talking to me like that.” Your smile went away when a hand reached one of your cheeks, caressing it with such care you almost gagged. However, you couldn’t help the way your heart started beating faster. “Or do you think I don’t remember the way I made you submit to me?”

This time, it was you who twitched with anger. Sukuna’s hand grabbed your chin, his eyes falling on those delicious lips that committed the most sinful of acts and spat out the dirtiest of words. He was getting excited already, the fire within him starting to awaken after a long time.

When his face started getting closer to yours, you spat on him, the liquid landing on his cheek and laughing at his dumbfounded reaction after such action.

“A half-assed curse like you shouldn’t be talking to ME like that.” You snarled back, your arm swinging to attack the man in front of you. You almost chanted victory when your fist perfectly landed on the side of his face, making his head to turn to the side.

But when Sukuna turned to look back at you still with your fist against him, you gulped. There was no reaction, no injury that showed he was at least a little faced by the sudden attack.

This was it.

“Well, fuck.” You almost laughed again, expecting the worst to come when his eyes flashed with something dark, grabbing you by both sides of your head. All that time surviving for nothing. Keeping yourself hidden from every single sorcerer that walked the earth and now you were going to get killed by your ex-lover.

But instead of receiving the coup de grâce, Sukuna’s lips smashed against yours in a hungry manner, groaning against your mouth as your hands flew to scratch his arms in surprise, eyes open wide before the movement of his lips and strong hand in the back of your neck made you close them, not being able to fight back your own desires.

Sukuna missed this. Honestly, he missed any kind of physical touch but the fact it was with you again, made him realise it would always be you.

He was as calm as the silence surrounding you now, only the sounds of your heavy breathing filling your flushed ears. You were burning up, face red and glassy eyes. Sukuna smiled before slightly pulling your hair, head slightly falling back and taking advantage of this to place the softest of kisses in your neck. You let out a rather pathetic moan and he deeply chuckled.

“And a curse like you should know who is in charge here.”

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[ilovebokutokoutaro]

Chapter 9

"it hurts" she cried, hoping someone would come save her. How can it be so painful when you're just a curse? Well being the curse of love and receiving a heartbreak could as well be. Mostly the curses that were born out if negative emotions wouldn't have such strong feelings, unlike her.

She was a curse born with a curse. "hngh" she hiccuped, her heart thumping against her chest as she heard him laugh with someone else. "I hate you, oh god i hate you so much" she sobbed watching helplessly from the window in her room as he held her.

Her chest felt like it was burning the more she saw them in love. The love he snatched away from her. "I'll kill you both" her tears stained the carpet in the room red, throat burning in agony. A few coughs and she was bleeding all over her beautiful white dress.

She knew it. She knew she was dying the first time her heart clenched in pain when she saw him carry some other woman inside his room. And as much she hated it she wasn't a human who could live past a heartbreak and move on, because she'd never live past the grief to ever move on.

Her body numbed as she laid down on the floor, her skin turning a pale shade of white as she coughed out blood. She loved the colour red, but for once she wished she couldn't see all the blood staining the carpets. For once she wished she could sleep away and wake up to know it was all just a nightmare.

Cold seemed to swallow her whole as she trembled against the floor "help....help please" she repeated over and over again feeling her heart throbbing more and more with each second. She didn't want to die yet. She couldn't. She had to live, she wanted to live. Her eyes turning an angry shade of red as the pain only increased.

She could tell, she was dying. Oh how she wished she never loved him, he was only supposed to be a way to live comfortably. She wasn't supposed to fall for him. All the pathetic work she did to get him to love her....it couldn't be ending like this.

And the more the thought the more pain engulfed her, and as if her wish was granted, sukuna was bursting inside the room in an instant. Tears only seemed to increase as he ran towards her, gathering her frail body in his arms in an instant.

"what's wrong? Talk to me. Who did this to you?" And as much as she wanted to tell him it was all his fault only choked sobs made way past her lips. The pain slowly melting away as he pressed her body closer to his chest. She hated the power he held over her. She was a curse only weak to the ones she had fallen for. And unfortunately it had to be him.

He panicked as her hands pulled at his lose kimono, blood seeping out of her nose, her vision bluring. "Y/n" he sighed, a shaky breathe making it's way past his lips. She wasn't a curse to be played around with and he knew. She could kill him. That he knew too. She chose not to cuz killing the one she loves would just bring her to an end too. She couldn't get rid of her feelings like humans did.

"I'm sorry, i love you" he sighed pressing his lips against her forehead, before gently laying her down on the bed. He knew telling her he loved her could prevent her death. And as much as he didn't mean it, he dreaded her death. Her death may leave a curse on the woman he now loved so he had to keep her alive. Even if it meant, lying. He could easily do it. He could also just kill her once he's sure the woman he loved was safe enough.

"I'm doing this for you, kaori" he thought, smearing the blood on your lips. Your now unconscious body doing nothing to stop his threatens at your fav maid, to not let you get out of this room. "Change her clothes" he glared at the trembling woman as she nodded rushing in.

"I have to save her even if it's means killing you, y/n." He whispered, finding himself walking back into his room where she waited.

..........

And her eyes snapped open, eyes letting out bloody tears at the memories. She couldn't help but trace the your movements. She watched as you trained along with sukuna's vessel. "I'll have her help me no matter what" she whispered, standing tall upon the frail tree branch. Her white dress flowing away at the wind as she watched the kids half training and half playing. "And I'll kill you" she whispered feeling as kaori stiffen as bloodlust flowed in waves. Only for her to feel the dread.

What had her chuckling was how the vessels eyes found their way to her. Her eyes closing up as she laughed at the way he subconsciously protected you from her gaze. She slowly sat back down on the branch as her eyes followed the way your body flushed against the vessel's. "I will protect you from falling in love y/n. I'll kill everyone in our way." She smiled looking at the way you blushed as the vessel grabbed your arm to pull you away in panic.

Itadori could feel his breathe hitching as he felt a wave of bloodlust sweep him off the carelessness. His eyes following the direction it came from and he gulped. Her eyes stared directly into his as he jumped up to stand right behind you, subconsciously protecting you from her gaze. He watched as you flinched at the sudden contact, looking around to see megumi training with kaori. She seemed a bit intimidated but you concluded it was because megumi was strong. And that wasn't specifically a lie either. The sudden pull by itadori had you face flushing red. "Oh sorry- i just thought you'd get hurt if you stand in their way" he chuckled, sideyeing the others to see them all busy with their own stuff and he let out a breathe in relief.

"well....thank you?" You smiled, his uneasiness had you suspicious but you decided to ignore it, turning back in front to see then having a play fight with each other. Megumi sure was opening up to kaori, you wondered. Not that you hated it.

Itadori couldn't help but take a side glace at her and he wasn't surprised to see her staring right into his soul. He could feel sukuna warning him to not look at her but he couldn't help as he stared at her smiling before she faded away into nothingness.

This is getting crazier.

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Sorry for taking so much time to post ya all😭😭✋✋✋. I wanna keep writing this story but i wonder if anyone will even read it anymore with the huge gaps and ugly writing. Should i drop it? Eh anyway thank you for reading i love youu alll💜💜💜

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[lilacte]

Masterpiece

Pairings: Painter!Reader x Tamaki Amajiki

Warnings: smut (18+), light bondage, rimjobs, abrasion play (?), established relationships (?), praise kink, tendy smut?, plot? what plot, my mediocre writinf

Taglist: @dragonhrte @kingtamakimurder @kinsurou @meximorrita @teaspoon-hey​

A/N: Hello my lovelies! I finally got some inspo to write 😫. Sorry it took such a long time to write I was really busy with Uni and also writer's block. Please enjoy my Tamaki writing piece and feedback is always appreciated (i wanna know if im doing okay 🥲).

Your art studio is idle in the afternoon. Serene and colorful, with sunlight filtering through the large glass windows. The room is messy, canvas boards and unfinished paintings scattered across the room, paint spilled on the oak hardwood floors, and the worktable in disarray.

Two bodies are mingled on the floor. The sound of the male's arousal is loud inside the room. 

Tamaki Amajiki looks beautiful. 

So devastatingly beautiful that you can't help but want to mess him up.

Soft cushions supported his naked body; hands settled behind him, wrists bound tightly with a red ribbon. 

Tamaki has always adored you.

And you knew that.

That is why when you asked him for help, he didn't hesitate.

"A-Anything you need." 

"Oh, anything?"

His cheeks are flushed with arousal, unshed tears threatening to spill from his eyes as you deny him from orgasming again. 

The room is hot and muggy, and what you are doing to him is not helping him alleviate from the heat. He squirms under you as your hot mouth ravishes him, nipping at his skin. 

Praises spill from your lips, and Tamaki feels his heart stutter rapidly in his chest. Feeling bashful, he turns away from you, bangs falling and covering his eyes. Your hands find the tresses of his hair, pushing his bangs away so you can see his face clearly. You smile at him, eyes staring at him mischievously.

"Aw, are you feeling shy? But you're doing so well." You purr.

Your lips trace his neck, then down the curve of his collarbones. His breath hitches on his throat when your mouth reaches to his chest, fingertips playing with his hardened nipples. Tamaki whines, rolling his lips slightly, egging you to touch him down there. You haven't been paying attention to his dick all afternoon.

"Hngh... F/N. Let me cum at least once!"

You tsk, amused. 

You lean towards Tamaki until your breath fans over his lips. "Aren't I the one to decide when you'll cum?" 

You don't wait for him to answer. 

You kiss him─ hard, and your tongue invades his mouth, tasting him to your fill. You're greedy, but he can't complain; he wants to taste you too while he can. His bottom lip quivers when you nip at it, pulling on it, no doubt bruising it in the process. 

"You look so beautiful," You murmur in between, and Tamaki's heart hammers loudly in his chest at your words, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks. 

"And just for me."  

Your lips continue to paint over his skin─ sucking, biting, nibbling whatever your mouth lands on. You are sure that the marks that stain the expanse of his skin will stay for a few weeks.

You dip your head lower and lower until you reach between his thighs. You raise your eyes to meet his, lips curving into a malicious smile, and give his tip a quick kiss, teasing. Your hands settle on his thighs, spreading them wider, allowing you to marvel at his puckered hole. You give his inner thigh a bite before running your tongue over his hole. Tamaki tugs at his restraints, back arching off the wall as you run your tongue over his sensitive hole.

"F/N! Ahh. Hah~"

Your grip onto his thighs tightens, and you pull him closer to you, your tongue digging into his gummy walls. Tamaki rocks his hips eagerly, feeling the heat of your tongue against him, and you hum a pleased sigh in reply. The skin of his chest is flushed, sweat glistening on his lean body, his expression slack with bliss. Saliva dribbles down your mouth as you eat him out, the sound of his wetness permeating the air. You twirl your tongue back and forth expertly a few more times before you pull away when you feel him reaching his high, and he whines, disappointed.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you smirk, "Don't fret. I'm not done with you yet."

Grabbing a bottle near you, you smear a generous amount of lube onto his aching cock. With a clean paintbrush, on your other hand, you ghost the bristle upwards the underside of his length. Tamaki jerks, the foreign feeling searing every nerve ending in his body, and he can only mewl eagerly for more.

"So needy," you chuckle lightly.

"I can't get enough of you like this."

You arch your wrist expertly, stroking your paintbrush to his throbbing tip, maintaining a slow─ almost torturous pace. You drink in his expressions─ a mixture of pain and pleasure.

You loved that look on him, and you most certainly enjoyed the groans and whines that come out of Tamaki's mouth. You quicken your strokes- a swipe downwards, then upwards, then circling the tip.

"It's too much! Anh~ Ngh." Tamaki sobs, biting down on his lower lip to stifle his cries. You don't give him that satisfaction and choose to slow your pace. 

The room is getting hotter now. Both of you are sweating heavily, but you don't relent. 

Not yet. 

Not when you have Tamaki in such an obscene position.

"No. I'm still not satisfied." You stare at him, meeting his glassy eyes and the redness of his cheeks double. Your free hand reaches for his balls, kneading them gently, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. 

He curls beneath your touch, his whines getting louder, bouncing off the walls of the studio. 

Tamaki can hardly breathe anymore. 

It's too much.

With you massaging his balls and stroking his erect cock with the paintbrush at the same time, the only thing Tamaki can do is choke on air and let out pitiful moans. 

"Ngh~ Anh. Fuck. Let me cum, F-F/N."

You squeeze at his sack, all the while continuing stroking his dick with the paintbrush a few more times. Tears track down his flushed cheeks, a bit of drool falling from the corner of his lips. Sobs rack up Tamaki's chest, letting out a mournful moan and it's music to your ears. 

This miserable look of his. 

You love it very much.

"You want to cum? Now you can cum."

You repeat your motions two more times, before he cums hard, eyes rolling to the back of his head, mouth slackening wide with pleasure, drool spilling from his mouth. He jolts, body shuddering, toes curling as his cock pulses and twitches, his hot cum leaking down his length.

His hips stuttered for a while even when you stopped touching him, biting at his lip, sucking in the air every sudden pulse of his body.

As he catches his breath, you untie his hands. He leans into your neck, letting out a relieved sigh. Your fingers knot in his hair in reply, enjoying the proximity between the two of you.

"Mmm. You did good, Tamaki."

A few shaky exhales and then: "I l-love you, F/N."

You chuckle in reply. Grabbing his hand, you kiss the back of his wrist before leaning into his palm.

"And I you. My amore. My muse."

Among your critic hailed paintings, Tamaki Amajiki was your ultimate masterpiece. His skin was your canvas, and the marks that color his skin are your wonderful creations.

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[kiyoomichan]

SAKUSA.PEGGING.PEGGING SAKUSA. and edging him and then overstim him 😼😼 fem dom we r flourishing TODAY. and i love u!!

i love u too anon🥺

SAKUSA X FEMDOM!SO + PEGGING

A/N: all characters are strictly 18+.

warnings: humiliation, degradation, spanking, hole-slapping, femdom, slight dumbification

this is so dirty i’m sorry in advance

it’s late one evening when kiyoomi gets home from practice. you’re sitting on the couch as he comes through the door, and can tell he’s stressed out just by looking at him; his shoulders wound tight and his eyebrow twitching

you figure it’s probably because of something atsumu did to piss him off, and omi is like a firecracker when he’s upset, so you wait to let him come to you and go back to scrolling through your twitter feed

you’re surprised when he comes over to you, curling up next to you on the sectional and laying his head on your shoulder. you can smell the gym brand shampoo on his curls, and the hint of aftershave and cologne on his neck

“not now,” you think to yourself, trying not to let his scent arouse you. he’s upset and you want to comfort him, not gross him out

“bad day?” you ask, already knowing the answer. he mumbles a quiet “yes,” the sound muffled by his face in your shoulder.

a large hand comes down to rest on your leg, his thumb rubbing circles into your inner thigh in an attempt to self soothe, not realizing he was inadvertently making you more wet by the minute

“wanna talk about it, baby?” you ask again, reaching up to pet his damp hair. he whimpers into your shoulder, snuggling his face deeper into the crook of your neck

he pushes himself closer to you, seeking comfort. you feel lucky that you get to be the one to see this side of kiyoomi—his usual stoic facade crumbling as soon as he lets himself be held by you. it took you a long time to get to this point, to crack his walls—and you couldn’t be more happy that he let you

“do you need me to take care of you, hmm, kiyoomi? a lil’ TLC?” you chuckle, twisting your neck to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“please,” he whispers, so faint that you can barely hear it. “need you.”

your breath hitches at his words as you slowly start to piece together what he wants—you should’ve known, really—the neediness in his voice, the clinging, touchy-feeliness of his actions up til now.

you’d only done it a few times before, on these rare occasions when kiyoomi needs you to take him apart and put him back together again

“of course, doll,” you say, moving to get up before you’re interrupted by a hand gripping your wrist. “don’t leave,” he says, sounding very small and not like himself at all

“shh,” you soothe, turning around a bit. “i’ll be right back, ok? i just need to get our toys.”

you watch as he bites his lip and lets go, albeit reluctantly

you smile at him and hurry to the box in the nightstand, grabbing your strap, latex gloves, lube, cockring, and vibrator

by the time you get back, he’s laid himself out on the couch, chest heaving with anticipation as you walk towards him.

you crouch down beside him and look into his eyes lovingly.

“do you want to prep yourself? or d’you want me to do it for you?”

he flushes and throws an arm over his eyes, turning his face away from your gaze

“...you, please.”

you waste no time getting to work, crawling up to where his legs rest on the couch

“m’gonna take these off, okay?” you say, slowly tugging at the waist and of his athletic shorts and briefs. he says nothing as you pull them off at the same time, and shivers at the cool air against his half-hard cock

“so cute,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his thigh. “hold your legs up for me, baby.”

he obeys, moving so that his legs are spread and pressed to his chest, letting his most intimate parts be exposed to your eyes

“so pretty, love,” you smile, glancing at his embarrassed expression. “so clean and beautiful, all mine, hm?”

he squeezes his eyes shut, holding back a moan as you slip on the gloves and lube up your fingers, pouring a bit extra down his perineum and the cleft of his ass.

“a—ah!” kiyoomi yelps as two of your fingers sink into his hole, starting to scissor in and out of him.

you steadily increase the pace as you go, adding a third finger and watching in amusement as he nearly screams when you find his sweet spot.

“you feeling good, baby boy?” you tease, watching the slightest bit of drool trickle down his chin, giving a particularly rough thrust of your fingers against his prostate

“h-hngh!” kiyoomi moans, moving his hands from where they’re hooked under his knees to grasp at the fabric of the couch

“please, please, please...” he trails off, looking at you with hazy eyes

“shh, honey, i’ve got you.”

you slip your gloved fingers out of his hole, and he whines at the empty feeling

you grab the vibrator and ring—and you watch his blissed out, needy expression turn into one of panic

“it’s okay, it’s okay,” you hush him as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. “you’ll feel so much better after, i promise.”

his muscled chest heaves as you pump his cock a few times, carefully slipping the pink silicone ring over his length

you cut him off by flicking on the hitachi to its lowest setting, slowly running it over the underside of his aching cock

kiyoomi watches you slip your harness on, fixing the mini bullet against your clit and hooking the dildo on. you crawl over to hover above him, and run a gentle hand down his cheek

“(y/n), i—“

his hips buck at the vibrations against his groin, rocking up into the toy while simultaneously trying to get away from it

“oh, oh, oh, oh—” he cries as you increase the power, moving the wand from his balls to the flushed head of his cock, where pearly white beads of cum begin to drip down his length

“such a good boy,” you whisper as the volume of his moans heightens. “such a good boy, kiyoomi.”

his cheeks are flushed strawberry with embarrassment at being so vulnerable

“miss, please,” he whines as the vibrations of the toy torment his senses. “please, i need....”

“what do you need, sweetheart?”

kiyoomi bites his lip and groans in frustration at having to admit to something so filthy

“c’mon, love, you can do it. don’t be shy, it’s just me and you,” you smile sweetly, teasing him.

he’s panting now, curls sticking to his forehead, covered in a fullbody flush. you’re so close to breaking him.

“don’t you wanna be a good boy, kiyo? or do i have to punish you, hmm?”

his eyes widen at the thought—but he’s too slow to answer, instead mumbling and stuttering, and before he knows it, he’s been thrown over your lap, bottom in the air.

“no, no, no, no—please don’t, please—”

“shhh, honey—you were a bad boy, so now you need to be taught a lesson, yeah? bad boys get spankings.”

his neck lurches up as your hand rubs over the swell of his ass, then coming down with a harsh slap. his face is red and he’s biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

“count for me, darling.”

“o—one!” he shouts, screaming numbers every time you land a blow. you can’t see his face, but you can tell there’s tears streaming down his cheeks.

“it’s okay, baby, just a little more.”

you spread him open, and he whines when he feels the cool air hit his hole. he tries to squirm away from your grasp, embarrassed at being so exposed.

“stop it,” you say sternly. “i think you need to be punished here, too. how does that sound, hm?”

he doesn’t have time to speak before you’re using three fingers to slap his most sensitive part—his yelps sounding like music to your ears.

you’re able to feel him rutting his pathetic cock against your thigh, smearing cum all over your skin. “you’re so naughty, baby,” you chastise. “you came just from me slapping your stupid little hole?”

“kiyoomi, i asked you a question. are you going to answer or do i need to give you another spanking?”

he shakes his head furiously. “y—yes, i did, i came from miss slapping my hole,”

you smile and card your fingers through his silky locks

“does baby want me to fuck him now?”

“yes, please, please fuck me—“ he cries, so uncharacteristically but so sweet all the same.

“shhh, love. i’ve got you.”

his toes curl in anticipation as you lube up the strap, your expression lewd and domineering.

kiyoomi moves into position, face down, ass up. he knows exactly how you want him.

“‘s okay, babydoll, i’m gonna take real good care of you, i promise.” 

you slap the silicone head of your strap against his already puffy hole a few times, laughing when he all but screams your name.

“d-don’t tease,” he huffs.

you smile slyly, and thrust the entire length in to the hilt. he cries out, tossing his head back just enough for you to grab him by his curls.

“is that what you wanted, sweetheart? you wanna be fucked like a little slut, huh? you’re so needy for me, so tight and wet. i bet you’d love it if everyone could see you all weak and pathetic like this, huh?”

“no, no!” he cries, fingers clutching at the sheets. “only...only miss can see me like this.”

“is that right, angel?” you grunt, abusing that spot inside him with your repeated thrusts.

kiyoomi whines so prettily as you pound him into the mattress, cock weeping and dripping onto the bed. your hand comes up to stroke his length ever so lightly, drawing out more cries from him.

“does baby wanna cum? wanna spill himself all over mistress’s sheets like a stupid little boy?”

you can tell he’s fighting your words in his mind—he’s not stupid, but he does want to cum.

“yes! yes, please, please let me cum, please let me, miss—i’ve been so good, please—”

you reward him with a flick of your wrist, twisting over his flushed, aching cock just how he likes, spurts of cum shooting to cover your hands and his chest.

kiyoomi’s shoulders shake and tremble as he comes down from his high, and you hold him through it, gently pulling out and taking your hand away from his dick. he shudders at the loss as you help him lay down.

he shuts his eyes for a few seconds, chest heaving. you lean over him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“shh, kiyo,” you soothe, petting the sweaty curls off his forehead. “you did so good for me, honey.”

“would you like to go get cleaned up now?”

he mumbles something akin to a yes, and you help him walk to the bathroom, a protective hand on his waist the whole way.

you allow him to soak in the bath while you wash off in the adjacent shower. he’s near falling asleep, a sated sleepy expression on his face.

you finish up, wrapping a towel around yourself and padding over to help him out of the water.

back in the bedroom, you dress him gently, pulling his briefs and an oversized shirt on him.

you stand in front of your shared bed for a moment, his large hands coming down to hold your waist.

kiyoomi is so soft after a scene, a side of himself he rarely lets others see. you’re thankful he’s allowed you to be one of the lucky few.

“i love you,” he says, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

your hand comes up to play with his freshly washed hair, fingers tangling in the curls and running down his neck.

“and i you, sweets.”

#sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi smut #haikyuu smut #hq smut #sub!haikyuu #sub!sakusa #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #sakusa x reader smut #sakusa x you #sakusa x y/n

[amenomiko]

Even an Angel Could Change

Pairing: IkeSen Mitsunari x MC

Type: One Shot

Rated: NSFW (Smut)

A/N: Aye! First of all, thank you to those who participated in voting for this birthday special story for our baby angel, Mitsunari. So yeah, smut wins baebeh! Wahahahaha!!

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She hastens her pace as much as her body could carry.

From sending her commission in the town, to fabric shopping, and to returning back to the castle for a quick bath-- she couldn't wait to meet her husband who has just returned from the battlefield. It has been almost a month, and they've returned safe and sound, there's nothing more that she could ask for.

They were having a celebration that night, and MC dressed up for the occasion, in order to surprise her husband. One of the maids informed her that Mitsunari has been looking for her the moment he arrived, but only to immediately went for the celebration hall as Nobunaga's orders.

But when she entered the hall..

"Ah--"

The eyes of her friends turns towards her with full of guilty. "Lass-- I'm sorry..! Mitsuhide is being a prick for trying to trick me again with the strong sake drink we got from the barbarians, and Mitsunari accidentally drank it in my stead--"

"Prick? Goodness. I was just adjusting to where it should belong in the first place."

"H E Y." Both Masamune and Hideyoshi glared at Mitsuhide's teasing grin before turning back to her. "I will help you to bring him to the bedchamber."

She gasped. "Yes, please do. He looks really red all over..!"

"Yeah, the drink is too strong. It contained some Ginseng herbs as well." Hideyoshi slowly lay Mitsunari down on the futon before pulling the tray of water next to him. "It will make his body hotter than normal sake, so do tell me if he gets a major headache or anything, alright? I apologize for not being able to stop that.. that.." He groaned under his breath. "I..." He huffed, and MC giggled to it. "It's fine, I want to see him more than anything. Thank you, Hideyoshi."

Few minutes has passed, she wiped the sweat on Mitsunari's forehead every now and then. "...Mnn.. MC.." He stirred, eyes opening to meet her loving ones. "Hmm?"

"MC.. I.." He sighs, "Miss you.."

"I miss you too, Honey."

Their lips met for a brief moment, and it was Mitsunari who pulled away first with a soft grunt. "Mmn.. MC.. It's..""What's wrong? Did you feel uncomfortable anywhere-- oh--"

She froze the moment Mitsunari swiftly guide her hand to the middle of his legs. "It hurts here.."

"M-Mitsunari?"

"It's.." He sighs again. "It's very painful here. It's so tight."

Tight..? Wh--

MC didn't have to look where she's touching right now. She could feel it clearly within her palm-- it was his length; twitching and gradually getting bigger when it grind against her touch. "M-Mitsu--""Could you.. Help me..?""Huh-- hyaa..!"

Before she know it, her breasts were already exposed to the air by Mitsunari's other hand that pulled her collar to the side. "...I miss this."

"Kya- Mitsunari..!"

He started it with a suck on her breast. He suck on it eagerly while his tongue swirling around her perked nipple. "Nnnh.. MC.. I want to-- please..!"

She gulped, eventually bringing herself to untie his fudoshi, unconsciously gasp as his length springs out by itself without her hand doing it. It is already dripped with pre-cum, red, and twitching. "...." Carefully, she pump him up and down, feeling wet by herself to the sound of slick it gave out. "Mmh.. MC.. It feels good..!"

He continued to suck her other breast, his breathing gets heavier every second; as if he is too aroused just from sucking her plump tits. "You are throbbing so much. Well.. it has been too long, right?"

Very.

There's no other night that she masturbated to him, playing and inserting random toys in and out of her slit, fantasizing he was doing her again and again. She was not surprised if he is this eager, but to act desperately like this; it is shocking for someone as gentle as Mitsunari.

She can see it from his scrotum too. "It's big.. have you been holding it so much, without having the chance to think about me?" Her eyes narrowed to his throbbing cock. "I bet once you release it, it will be thick. So thick that it's enough to make me pregnant."

"....Honey?"

He stopped from sucking her, and she had stopped from pumping him at the same time. Their eyes met as she continued, "Don't you think.." Her body lean backwards, legs spread automatically when he lean forward to her with a grim of lust in his orbs;

"..It's time to make a baby-- AAAAAH!!!"

Their sex connected with one another in instant, so deep that it left no space behind, enough to tell that his cock buried down into her womb as far as he could. "Hngh- nngh-- aaah..! MC..! MC..!!" It has been so long, the feeling of her got stretched all over makes her eyes rolled back in ecstacy just from the barge of his cock inside of her.

"Ah, ah, ahn..! Mitsunari..! You moved too fast..! My pussy will break if you do that..! Aaaah!!"

He hissed, pounding and ramming into her endlessly. "I can't..! I want you! I want you so much, MC..! I'm sorry..! I can't s-sto-- aaah!!"

Mitsunari reached his climax, body arched as he keep on thrust in and out while cumming inside of her, "Mmh..!! Mitsu-- hyaaah!!" He pulled out, cock still cumming when he pushed her to enter from the back. "H-Honey-- y-you are still cummi-- AAH!" He had started with another frantic thrusts, grinding inside her pussy in circles, as if he want to be one with her and not letting her go despite her pleas. "Aaah..! So good! It feels so good MC..!"

Licking her nape like an alpha, he bites into her shoulder and lap the blood with his tongue. "Nngh..! I want to fuck you all night long-- breed you again and again, making you big and pregnant with my child..!"

Oh heavens-- "Honey..! Yes, yes, right there..! Don't stop..!!"

SLAP!

He slap her rears, left and right many times until it sting. She shrieked the moment it was pinched, altogether with her breasts that were slapped again and again. Her pussy let out a gush of cum to it, body shivering to his chuckle, "Naughty princess. You loved that so much?"

SLAP!

She mewled in delight when he slapped her breasts again, twisting her nipples while ramming into her back and forth, "This--" SLAP! "Will be full with milk soon..!" SLAP! "Get pregnant MC..! Get pregnant with my child..!" SLAP!

"Mitsuna-- wait..!! HAAAH!! WAI--"

The gleam in his eyes sends another jolt all over her nerves. She is afraid of it, yet.. there's a part of her that loves this part of him, who were drown in bath of lust. He look at her like she is some kind of thing he wants to eat so much. "Look over here, MC. Look how your pussy clamp around my cock..!"

"Hmmn-- nnn--"

Aaah.. It was so lewd. So naughty.

His cock gets bigger every second, moving in and out of her frantically. "I want to fuck you all night long, you heard that? Not until I am empty to make it worth the time when we are separated. Hmm?" Her nipples were pinched and bitten, not long enough until he winced for another release--

"Ahh! Aah..!"

He get to pull out in time, and bring it to her mouth, "..Drink it."

She did. It was a first time for him to be this dominant to demand her to drink his cum, not like before...

She loves it.

"Spread more, MC. You want a baby, right? Spread those pussy for me to breed it."

Ahh.. She loves it.

"Nnnh--"

So much.

-----

"......"

"......"

"...Mmmf!!!"

MC grimaced to poor Mitsunari who almost bury his head into the bucket near him, vomiting his stomach out. "Uhhh.."

"Awww Honey-- ah--"

She wanted to be there to rub his back, only to moan in pain from the ache in her back.

They have been doing it, again and again, making the floor wet, the sheets wet, not to mention the walls. And, the smell it gave away. Wow. Just.. Wow. Not only that, Mitsunari had forgotten on how he act during that night, no matter how MC tried to make him remember, and she immediately stop herself when his face contorted to the verge of crying expression when she imitated what he do and what he said to her.

"Urk-- mmmf..!!"

He vomited again.

"My, it seems someone had gotten pregnant before the wife does." Mitsuhide appeared with a grumbling Ieyasu, followed by Hideyoshi and Masamune.

"Ah, everyone, thank you for comi-- MMF..!"

Masamune's only eye twitched. "Goodness. Is this a blessing in disguise for not drinking that thing?" He shivered, and glared to the fox beside him. "You dirty fox."

"Heh. I'm just helping our dear princess to get smaller version of her, that's all. Right, Mitsunari?"

"Ahaha. Thank you so much, Mitsuhide-sama-- urk---"

Hideyoshi: Don't use his obliviousness like that ヽ(`д´；)/!!!

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku mitsunari ishida #ikemen sengoku mitsunari #ikemen sengoku mitsunari smut #mitsunari ishida birthday

[alkhale]

Desert Sun (Male!Vivi x Male!Hoku) Memos AU Ko-fi request

Hi! Recently i begin to love Vivi(theres dome amazing fanarts about genderbender!Vivi that i found ). so i would like to get an Vivi x Hoku or M!Vivi x Hoku or M!Vivi x M!Hoku ,please.

Pictures for reference! Male!Vivi by @bab_119

Male!Hoku looks a lot like Allen from D. Gray Man with just a bit shorter hair. He keeps the side braid with Mihawk’s ribbon or uses it to tie off a little ponytail at the base of his neck.

“What are you drawing, Hoku?”

Hoku paused, his fingers loosely holding the pencil in his grip. The lazy, light sketches looked back at him over the expanse of thick paper and he grinned a bit at the sight, looking up at Vivi’s voice. “Couldn’t sleep, prince charming?”

Vivi rolled his eyes at him, lightly running his fingers through the soft blue tufts of his hair. He came down the set of steps onto the lower deck where Hoku was leaning against one of Nami’s tangerine trees. A few peels sat at Hoku’s bare feet in the grass, his only evidence.

The front of Hoku’s wispy white bangs were pulled up over the top of his head, tied together in a silly looking tuft. The sight made Vivi want to chuckle, but he withheld it for now in case Hoku just started making fun of him for something else. The artist tended to be quick to bite back with retorts at Vivi if he tried to tease him too much, like stepping on the end of a cat’s tail.

Maybe it means we got closer. Vivi wondered, sighing as he looked over to the side. Or not.

The air was cool outside, another sign of their closeness to Alabasta’s own climate. Hot, rolling sun throughout the days and dark, cold nights across the endless expanse of sand and rolling desert. A sight and sensation Vivi never got sick of, not once, only missing it more as he got closer and closer to home.

Hoku shifted a bit to make room for Vivi underneath the tangerine tree. Vivi smiled a bit at that, trying not to get too hopeful and lowering himself down and getting comfortable beside Hoku, carefully stretching out his legs and watching how his legs stretched out just a bit further than Hoku’s.

Hoku’s feet weren’t as scratched up or scarred as Vivi thought they’d be. Well-protected by the sturdy, worn material of his boots sitting on the other side of him. Hoku’s hands were a different story though. Calloused, smoothed over, and then calloused all over again, only soft at the fingertips.

“It was getting too stuffy in the room,” Vivi said. Hoku snorted. “I wanted a bit of air.”

“Told you to just take the hammock outside,” Hoku said, pointing his pencil at the hammock he’d drawn from sheets and set up between Nami’s tangerine trees. Vivi raised a brow in amusement. “Nothing can beat a good hammock under the fresh air.”

“What do you do when it rains?”

“Just draw a tarp or a big umbrella, what else?”

Vivi laughed, a soft, elegant sound. Hoku rolled his eyes, turning his focus back to his sketchbook. Vivi watched his slender fingers move in silence, taking in the careful strokes and quick shifts of Hoku’s finger across the pages. He was never one for drawing or artistic crafts, but Vivi sometimes felt like he could watch Hoku do this forever.

Hoku loved what he did. He always looked like he loved down what he did.

Vivi wondered how much of that love Hoku could see himself.

“You’d die for your country, right? That’s good. I’ll lend you a life then if you need it.”

Their shoulders pressed against each other, warm still, from the earlier sunlight. Vivi idly rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the small space between his and Hoku’s legs before he quickly turned them away. Vivi winced, realizing his eyes landed instead on the bare expanse of Hoku’s stomach, left exposed from the shortness of the tight white turtleneck he wore, showing off the lean, taut muscle.

Vivi’s eyes quickly shifted to the side of Hoku’s face instead, quietly following the red ink pattern blended into his skin, curving softly around his eye. Vivi almost laughed again, realizing normally Luffy didn’t let him get away with looking this long.

“Tell me about Alabasta.”

Vivi blinked, looking up in confusion. Hoku didn’t look up at him, never taking his eyes off the page. “Go on, anything. Or you could just give me a bit of blood too.”

“Alabasta?” Vivi said. Hoku nodded, once. “I—well, is there a reason—”

“Don’t have too if you don’t want to,” Hoku said, sketching absently at the bottom of the page. “Up to you. Running out of ideas.”

Vivi kept silent for a moment, thinking it over. Hoku was warm beside him, reminding Vivi of the first rays of sunlight in the morning, not too warm, just barely there and gone in a blink. Hoku smelled like ink, a hint of iron and something else, like a flower maybe underneath the heavier smell of tangerines all around them. 

“Guess I’ll just draw Usopp,” Hoku muttered.

Vivi quickly straightened, clearing his throat before he started to speak, a little hurried at first. “It’s a lot larger than people realize. Across the desert it seems like it stretches as far as the ocean, but there’s all kinds of small spots that mark what’s what. The towns are all different, unique in their own way and filled with history.”

“Okay, tell me about one.”

“Alubarna—it’s where I grew up,” Vivi quickly continued, trying to keep Hoku’s attention on his words, on his home. Hoku’s pencil lightly shifted over the paper. “So big, a small child could easily get lost in the columns, fit right behind them.”

“What were you like as a kid?” Hoku mused. Vivi brightened.

“I, well, I wasn’t quite the picture perfect image for a prince. I got into trouble a bit and fought with some of the local kids, but we also became friends! I followed my father around—”

“You look more like your mom or your dad?” Hoku asked.

Vivi hesitated a second before saying softly, warmly, “My mother.”

Hoku’s lips curled up into a crooked smile. Vivi stared at it a bit in wonder. “Me too.”

Vivi felt the words gathering up at his throat. He tried to figure out the most elegant way to say it, to ask— “What was your home like? What were you like as a child, Hoku?”

“Keep going,” Hoku said softly.

“T-The palace is grand and white, huge, swirling columns and massive statues of Alabasta’s guardian deities stand in front of it,” Vivi said, hoping his chance would come again. “I think people from Artopoki were paid years ago to help build them.”

“Oh~” Hoku said. “Must be real good then. Keep going.”

Vivi’s voice grew smoother, warmer as the memories came flooding back to him in perfect clarity. They appeared, bright as day and perfectly clear in all their entirety, as if he’d never left the sand and the smell of the sun and the dry, warm heat. Hoku’s hand continued to move, quick and effortless across the page and Vivi followed it with a sort of hypnotic ease, feeling his shoulders unwind, his back relax. Hoku’s warmth didn’t disappear beside him.

“I love Yuba too,” Vivi said slowly. “My best friend is there... Yuba’s a great center of commerce and life...”

“What are the seasons like?” Hoku murmured.

“Always warm,” Vivi mumbled, his eyes drooping a bit. He tried to shake his head awake. “But the nights get cold... you might... like it...”

“Keep going,” Hoku said, soft by his ear. Vivi continued, mumbling the words out, his eyes drooping a bit. He tried to keep going, feeling the heavy, heavy fatigue pulling at his eyes.

Vivi could feel the sun behind his eyelids, warming his skin. He wondered if Hoku wouldn’t mind the heat too much. He said he liked the sun, right? Hoku had never tried food from Alabasta either. Would he like the palace baths? Maybe not, since Hoku didn’t seem fond of water. There was a lot Vivi wanted to show him, lots and lots.

More of my home... would you like to see it?

Hoku waited a few more minutes until the soft sound of Vivi’s breathing filled his ears. He sighed in amusement through his nose, shifting his shoulder under the weight of Vivi’s head resting on it. Hoku snorted, ripping out the page in his book and folding it up, tucking it into the waistband of Vivi’s pants.

Hoku debated his options for a bit until the silky ends of Vivi’s hair started to tickle his chin, the soft warmth of Vivi’s breath against his neck. Hoku rolled his eyes. Look at this guy.

Hoku carefully maneuvered Vivi’s head onto the soft grass, standing up. He took a moment, considering Vivi’s poor looking figure on the lonely floor before he finally threw a quickly drawn blanket over him. Vivi shifted, groping around on the grass and Hoku tossed a body shaped pillow down beside him too, watching with a snort as Vivi wrapped his arm around it and sighed, content.

Hoku rolled his eyes again, lightly nudging Vivi’s slumbering form with his foot before hopping into his own hammock with a satisfied sigh, grinning up at the stars as he shut his eyes.

“Sleep tight, prince charming—hngh?”

Hoku let out a garbled shout, a strong tug ripping him entirely out of his hammock and back onto the grass. He tried to sit up, hissing at the pain in his back when a sudden weight tossed itself over his stomach, pinning Hoku back flat to the ground. His eyes bulged from his head, jerking over to where a completely knocked out Vivi was sighing in deep content, the crease in his brow relaxing as he tightened his arm around Hoku and let his cheek rest on Hoku’s shoulder, snuggling up to him.

Hoku experimentally pried at Vivi’s arm, wheezing in surprise at the young man’s grip. Goddess!

Hoku scowled, grumbling in discontent. He threw his arms behind his head, cushioning it and shutting his eyes with a sigh. I’ll just wait till he lets up. When he wakes up tomorrow he’s gonna get it.

A few minutes passed and Hoku’s own brows relaxed a bit, body growing slack as sleep overtook him. Somewhere along the way Vivi shifted, one hand sleepily guiding Hoku’s head to rest on his chest while the blanket was strewn over them, Vivi’s arm returning to encircle Hoku’s shoulders.

Hoku muttered something in his sleep while Vivi let out a relaxed sigh, looking pleased.

- Luffy threw a fit in the morning, Vivi hid his face in his hands and Hoku simply packed up his hammock and decided he’d set up camp up in the crow’s nest

(this was more fun to write than i expected hahahaha, i get such student council president and lazy, not really a delinquent but unmotivated, complicated art student dynamics from these two)

#memos #memos au #vivi #hoku #vivi x hoku #ViKu #male hoku looking more like mahina kinda makes me soft #male!vivi #male!hoku #ko-fi request #ko-fi requests

[astoria00]

Crimson Calling

Summary: When Cinder's and Ruby's powers clashed they both winded up in a rather different version of Remnant than the one they were used to. Now they both try to find their way back on their own, asking help in familiar places with...questionable consequences.

Pairing: Salem x Cinder

Genre: Angst; kinda dark

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Non-Con; Dub-Con, Manipulation

[Small one shot series; Cinder/Ruby in later chapters; noncon/dubcon for first one shot]

This world was certainly strange.

Cinder had no other words to describe it. As similar as everything appeared…it was not the Remnant she knew. The one she learned to fear and despise.

Especially Salem gave her some…really mixed signals.

Of course she wouldn’t dare to insinuate that she had the literal goddess of hate incarnate all figured out, but…there was a subtle…difference in her behavior.

And they all seemed to involve her for some reason.

Lingering touches, incredibly gentle smiles…last night Salem had even dined with her. It had been strange and ridiculously awkward, but also quite enjoyable.

There had been a time where her Salem had treated her quite the same way, earning Cinder that accursed title of the favorite, and yet it was easily explained by the fact that she had been a child back then.

Not that Salem didn’t still hold her to some higher standards most of the time…but she since had abandoned overly sentimental displays of emotion and respected her boundaries.

Cinder sighed and leaned a bit heavier against the inner wall of the chimney.

Whenever she felt unruly and unsettled the urge to retreat to a safe spot became so overpowering that she had given up fighting it.

So far it seemed to work.

Salem left her alone whenever she hid herself in here and she was glad to find out it was the same in this world as well.

She needed to think…to clear her head.

This world’s Salem had promised to help her return to her own version of Remnant.

There was nothing to worry about.

If someone was able to pull that feat off it was her.

Salem is obsessed with me.

Rubbing her temples Cinder tried to blank out what her otherworldly self had told her.

She didn’t know anything!

Traveling with the likes of those bandits and Ruby Rose.

Running away from Salem, from her ensured way to power?

What a laughable version of herself.

Not even a maiden…

‘How pathetic.’

Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

Thinking about this was ridiculous!

Salem had always valued talent and a certain drive for reaching one’s full potential.

Her…rather strong interest could be easily explained by never having truly gotten to know her Cinder…seeing as that one was a spineless coward, so how could Salem not try to treat her in a fairly affectionate manner?

Still…she really wanted to get back home again.

“Do you enjoy being in this place, Cinder?

I have seen you…visiting that spot for quite a few days now.”

Startled, Cinder peered up out of the fireplace.

Of course this Salem would find her just as soon as she had stopped thinking about her.

Oh well.

“Just a habit of mine I cannot seem to get rid of”, she answered pleasantly, hoping to hide her uneasiness.

“No need to discomfort yourself on my behalf.”

‘Dammit!’

The master of grimm smiled amused, inclining her head amicably.

“May I sit with you?”

‘Sit…‘

With her…inside a chimney?

This question felt more than a little strange to her.

The maiden couldn’t help but have a…bad feeling about this.

But this was Salem they were talking about.

How could she refuse her master?

“Of course, but…it is not really the most spacious place…”

“I don’t mind”, came the prompt answer, as Salem ducked inside the fireplace, sitting across from Cinder, as the girl backed away somewhat, trying to put some form of distance between them.

Crimson eyes settled on her almost teasingly.

“Are you nervous, Cinder?”

As much as she wanted to deny it…she knew it wasn’t in her best interest to lie to the older woman, other world or not.

“Yes, naturally being this close to someone in such minimal space is bound to make me a tad…unsettled.”

She could see that Salem approved of her choice of words by that pleased smile of hers that flitted over her features.

“I enjoy your honesty.

But you are correct. It is rather…cramped inside this chimney.

Which begs the question…what are you hiding from?”  

‘What?!’

Jumping to her feet heatedly, Cinder stated vehemently:

“I’m not hiding from anybody!”, bumping her head against the hard stone roof, she winced from the pain and slumped down again rather unceremoniously, rubbing over the sore spot.

Chuckling quietly, Salem shook her head in amusement.

“You are a terrible liar, Cinder.”

Have you lied to me?!

A dreadful feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, as she hurriedly replied, almost stumbling over her words:

“I am not a liar! I-”

Cinder trailed off, taking a deep breath to calm herself down, before continuing in a far more controlled way,

“Frankly I believe this topic might be a bit too…private for me, so I would like to stop talking about it now.”

On second thought, maybe she shouldn’t have revealed that part after all.

She…didn’t quite like the gleam that had entered Salem’s eyes.

And she especially didn’t appreciate her leaning in far too close for comfort just to ask:

“How private?”

Alarm bells began to ring in Cinder’s ears, as she tried to backpedal somewhat, fighting the impulse to flinch away and huddle in the corner.

“Too private to discuss it with a stranger.”

A dark look crossed Salem’s features, but it was gone so soon that Cinder couldn’t be sure if she hadn’t just imagined it.

“A stranger you say…”, the older woman pondered over her words, a very sweet note to her tone,

“But aren’t I far more to you than that?”

That…was oddly specific.

“Yes, but-”, the maiden admitted begrudgingly, trying to process the truth behind those words, only to be interrupted, by her master tugging her a bit closer, forcing her to stare into these blood red orbs.

“And wasn’t it you who basically invited me to sit and share this place with you?”

‘…huh?’

Was that how it happened?

She wasn’t sure.

Their close proximity caused her head to spin

“I…”

Salem embraced her completely, just like she had done countless times since the maiden had gotten here, lowering her voice to nothing but a whisper.

“Does that not mean you trust me?

That you feel safe in my presence?”

It all felt so strange and yet…so familiar.

“I…do…”

Had her voice always sounded like that?

“But of course I won’t pry.”

Salem’s hands ghosted over her shoulders, giving her an ominous smile.

“Whatever happened…whoever dared to lay their hands on you, I will destroy them!

Even in this world if I have to.

Do you know why, Cinder?”

No, she didn’t, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

There was this…sickening feeling inside her gut, a mix of disgust and…anticipation, when Salem gently lifted her head some more.

“Because my love for you knows no limit…or boundaries.”

And with that she bridged the remaining distance and captured Cinder’s lips.

The alarm bells that had rung inside the maiden’s head abruptly stopped, as the sensation registered within her brain, rendering it utterly useless.

Salem seemed to take her response rather positive, smiling into the kiss, deepening it slightly, letting her hands run through Cinder’s unruly hair, causing the girl to twitch involuntarily.

It…didn’t feel entirely unpleasant.

The warmth that began to rise inside her…the tingling spreading through her body…

‘What’s…happening to me?’

Cinder had never felt like this before.

So…entranced…so…

‘Violated!’

A wave of nausea washed over her, as disgust crept up on her, settling in the pit of her stomach. She tried to back away, to break the kiss, to press herself against the wall behind her and just push Salem away, but she was unable to move.

‘Please stop!’

As if her prayers were being answered, Salem pulled away with a satisfied hum, licking her lips in such a sensual way that her stomach flipped.

Why was she reacting like this?

This was her mentor, her mother even!

She was sick even thinking about her that way and yet…she felt strangely aroused by her.

‘Wrong…this is so wrong!’

Peering into these crimson eyes that seemed to want to devour her, the maiden shuddered noticeably.

She felt trapped, like prey in front of its predator.

“Please…”

Her voice sounded strangled and unnatural, even to her own ears.

So vulnerable and…insecure.

Salem’s expression softened, tugging Cinder closer, before pressing a long finger to her lips gently.

“Shh, let me love you, Cinder.”

‘…love?’

Was that what this was supposed to be?

Did that mean she could just…refuse it?

“I-”

The rest of her words were immediately swallowed by Salem kissing her again with even more vigor, eliciting a sudden gasp from her in the process.

A moment the master of grimm didn’t let slip by.

Quick wittedly she slipped her tongue inside the dark haired girl’s mouth, the contact making Cinder jolt backwards, hitting the wall with her back in the process.

Salem loosened the hold she had on her, using them to balance herself, as she decided to trap the maiden further using the weight of her body, causing the girl to squirm and struggle against her grasp. Her kiss became even more fiery, as she tried to tempt the girl into reciprocating her motions, letting her tongue tease Cinder’s.

“Hngh.”

A soft whimper tore itself from Cinder’s throat.

‘Feels…’

Odd, wet, strange, weird, overwhelming.

‘…nice…’

It…felt nice?

Her struggles slowed, as her mind was being swarmed by pictures.

Pictures of her and Salem…in bed…entirely naked…entangled into the throws of passion.

Cinder’s stomach churned unpleasantly, but she couldn’t help the heat that pooled in between her legs, feeling her resistance ebb off, as she slowly began to kiss the older woman back, her hands loosely trailing over her shoulders.

Humming at her compliance, Salem drew back, sitting back across from Cinder beckoning her over.

The pictures made the dark haired girl woozy.

She couldn’t help but be lured onto the older woman’s lap.

She didn’t want it to stop and the pull was too strong.

Why had she even wanted to stop in the first place?

Huddling close to her, she initiated a short passionate kiss herself, feeling Salem’s skilled pale hands roaming over her back. The maiden subconsciously followed the touch, as those hands slipped underneath her top, running slow circles along her shoulder blades.

Every nerve inside her seemed to be on fire, when the older woman leaned forward gently nibbling on her ear. Her hot breath causing pleasant tingles to run down her spine.

“Do you feel it?”

Salem’s husky low tone only turned her on further, her breathing having become just as heavy as hers.

“Yes”, Cinder managed to wheeze out, welcoming the slow caresses.

Something…odd was starting to poke against her stomach, but she paid it no mind, helping Salem instead to get rid of her top.

There was such a…need inside her. She wanted the pictures to finally become reality.

How could she have ever thought this wasn’t right?

The master of grimm needed to love her, only then would the fire extinguish.

…but why did she still feel so nauseated by the whole ordeal?

As soon as her top was gone and thrown carelessly aside, Salem mustered her with unmasked hunger in her eyes, leaning in once more to trail a line of kisses down the maiden’s feverish skin. She made her way from Cinder’s neck down towards her collarbone, her soft lips burning on her flesh, as her fingers came into contact with her naked breasts, causing the girl to yelp and trying to shift away from her.

“Don’t fight it, girl.”

The maiden was unable to truly focus on Salem’s words, but her tone let another shudder run through her body, arching her back into the older woman’s touch.

“Hangh!!!”

Cinder’s chest was on fire.

The soft tongue running over her erect nipple caused her to buck her hips forward, tearing a strangled moan from her, as she brushed the kind of hard bulge along the older woman’s lower abdomen.

“Hmmm.”

Salem practically purred at the contact, pulling Cinder closer against it, while rocking upwards.

“Wha-hangh, what’s-?”

‘What is that?’

She wanted to know what brushed against her core over and over again.

It felt so good!

“Shh, Cinder.”

But Salem’s words where almost contradicted by how impatiently she began to pull at the maiden’s shorts, while rocking her hips even harder.

Not that Cinder complained.

She wanted the older woman to finally give her the release she so craved.

Her pants felt so incredibly tight and the friction wasn’t nearly enough.

A new picture flashed through her mind, bringing with it the promise of even greater pleasure yet to come. Of something buried deep inside her. The most intimate connection they could have.

And oh how she wanted it.

“Please, I-hah-…I need-!!!”

Salem sucked harshly at Cinder’s sensitive nipple, making her cry out.

“…You’re right…let’s make love together.

We have both waited for so long.”

‘Finally!’

Lifting her hips to assist the older woman to pull down her shorts and underwear, she breathed harshly, her nerves burning, as all she could think about was what was about to come.

Salem trailed her long fingers along her inner thighs, leaning forward to press a kiss against her damp folds, eliciting another sweet moan from the dark haired girl.

This was beginning to feel like torture.

Cinder could feel her slick juices running down her legs, as her master rubbed teasingly over her clit.

“AHNgh, pl…please…I…hngh…I need you to…aah love me!!!”

Salem chuckled quietly.

“Gods, you are so ready for me.”

One of her hands disappeared from her thigh, fiddling with something Cinder couldn’t see in her half way standing position, when the older woman’s other hand tugged her down onto her lap again, colliding with something hot and pulsing against her entrance.

Yes, this was it.

This was how they would become one!

Following Salem’s guidance she felt the hot member parting her folds, gliding inside without much resistance…until it hit a barrier.

It was in that moment that her master’s other hand joined the one on her hips and began pulling her down…and pleasure was replaced with pain, causing Cinder to tense up, squeezing around the pulsing length.

Salem didn’t let up, a long drawn out moan escaping her lips.

“Ahh, you are so tight, Firefly!”

…

Fire…

‘FIREFLY!!!’

It was as if Cinder had been doused with a bucket of ice cold water, as the reality of what she was about to do hit her full front.

Just…how…?

Memories flashed through her inner eye.

The time Salem read her stories, taught her to fight, hugged her when she was upset, praised her, scolded her…

Pressed her against the wall of the fireplace, kissed her without consent, was currently somehow inside her…

Her thoughts finally caught up with her head.

Her mentor…her mother…was…

‘Inside…-‘

…

Cinder screamed.

She couldn’t remember the last time she did so…to be honest she couldn’t even focus on anything beyond the fact that she wanted, no, NEEDED, to get Salem away from her.

Fire erupted all around her, the sudden outburst of her powers clearly surprising the older woman, as she was blown away, the wall behind her breaking at the force of the impact.

Shaking like a leaf, the maiden stared at her hands in disbelief.

Whirling around she fled from the room, mindlessly running through the castle she had once called her home until she reached the basement, right into the room her world’s Emerald and Mercury had been given once upon a time.

Crawling under the bed, she tried to calm her racing heart.

She had been right!

They all had been right!

This Salem…was dangerous!

‘RUN!’

Cinder needed to get out of here.

And that as fast as possible!

#cinder fall #salem rwby #witchfire #rwby #rwby fanfictions #my writing #one shots

[dimittere]

‘ he is a great and terrible beast. a CALAMITY. ’

oh, how those words stung far more than they had any right to be. ganondorf is no mewling babe, no weak being, back bent over for the hylian race to step all over him. OH, GREAT CONQUERER IS HE! ruinous and vile! sowing naught but destruction! the wickedness of such a heavy heart holds no limits! the curse worn 'pon his mantle, violet ICHOR of dark malice —- is he not the calamity and the calamity is he? why so does that thought burn still, angry and seething? and why is he REMINDED of other lifetimes and finds himself retching his DISGUST?

the golden power burns like a brand, like acid melting through steel, like a wildfire running rampant. a curse that could not be broken so easily, a REMINDER of who he is. isn't that what you want? the power you seek? like a drug, MALICE seeps through his bones, intoxicates. it was easier back then, when he was young and especially hotheaded, to allow the power become him. it was his downfall in a sense, wasn't it? did zelda not call him a fool because he could not grasp it with a delicate, but POWERFUL hand? victims are not the men who put others in their graves, but if they were, he'd be a victim to the power struggle of GODS.

as he walks, he seems more like a WRAITH than a man. the swirl of snow rises up around him, flakes fluttering, rising up. the city parts, brittle and MALLEABLE to his presence. the sort of man to make others bend and break, the proud and wicked ruler he is. eerie, the sight may seem to anyone chancing a peek outside their windows, for what sort of man wanders the streets at night, WILLINGLY allowing himself to be swallowed by the empty whiteness. a dark blot in the snow. such purity! corrupted by the DEPTHS of malice!

but, i must do this. i must.

self doubt like daggers in his flesh, mind swimming with thoughts that may not even be his own. he trudges through the snow. not a soul would dare to DISTURB his movements, fear perhaps that the boar would be unleashed and leave droplets of blood within the pristine white. so be it, he is a man on a self imposed mission, and he would not allow a single soul to stand in his way. a CRUEL determination that may as well has done him more harm than good, with his REFUSAL to lie down and die no matter the cost.

the scent of pine, nostrils flare, he is ALMOST there.

what sort of fate awaits a monster too STUBBORN to quit?

the forest of airaisal opens up before him, a narrowly trodden path, grooves worn by the footsteps of tens of travelers before him. the thick leaves and brush tickle. too large, too imposing, a MASSIVE beast of a man. ganondorf could not traverse this path with ease, could never do so. pride encompasses. he walks and walks as he carries that pride, and only when he just barely feels it falter does he halt. a wider opening in the path to take in an empty glen, fog rolling, DARKNESS reigning. is it normally so imposing or is this me? my hands have always been made for darkness and dramatics, HAVEN'T THEY?

❝I WAS WONDERING WHEN YOU'D SHOW UP. DWELLED UPON THE DECISION THE ENTIRE MONTH, HAVEN'T YOU?❞

ganondorf whips around, hand flying immediately towards his weapon. an INSTINCTUAL motion despite the significant timbre of the haunting voice. a voice that he knows far too well. a voice that was his ONLY company for years and years. undying and unyielding. his own voice.

the phantom chuckles from the depths of his throat, eyes lifting to meet the ganondorf of the present. yet, he doesn't move any closer, still having, perhaps, enough sense and UNDERSTANDING of what his own self is capable of. a baffling thought, for one of the first things the ganondorf of the present time notices is the OVERWHELMING display of power. burning bright and infinite, like a meteor reaching impact. his future self could crush him like a gnat. his future self has played this game with the stars long enough, or is this glen a TENUOUS connection with the great sea? a SUBTLE tear in time and space? the younger ganondorf opens his mouth to speak, and yet ——

❝I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO ASK AND NO, WE HAVE NOT DEPARTED FROM RADIALE.❞

then … ?

ganondorf - the one of the present - is quiet, watchful gaze like his loyal helmaroc's. the longer his gaze lingers, the stranger this encounter. there's something … a feeling he can't quite place, a SCENT of vanilla and baked goods. a faint smile against the other's lips. to the younger, it is unusual to see himself so RELAXED, content to stand and stroll and watch the snowflakes toss upon the breeze. his own jaw settles into a hard line, gaze UNRELENTING. is this a joke? far beyond what expectations lied, opposite the terrible monster he expected to see, to rail against. could that beast be in both their futures? or has ofiuco and her lot inadvertently saved a land that was once or could be hyrule?

❝so's she's STILL here, isn't she?❞ out of all the things he could ask, it is what slips to the forefront of his mind first. ❝i RECOGNISE that smell … ❞

the other doesn't respond, not verbally. a pull of the lips upwards to follow, eyes misty and wandering. he looks HAPPY, the ganondorf of the present is all but surprised to discover. yet, like a mirage, the other is his cold, dark, wicked self. still some MALICE left in you yet, eh? he's not certain if that pleases him or not, that there's still a sense of power RADIATED, and even embraced by his future self. he'd not be caught unawares, not fully.

❝SURELY, YOU ARE NOT CURIOUS ABOUT OUR ‘ LOVE ’ LIFE,❞ the other ganondorf laughs COLDLY, as if he never smiled to begin with. as if it was quite simply, a MIRAGE.

❝how are you so satisfied with being here that you can speak so CASUALLY about such a thing?❞ the newcomer barks back, realising just now that he still grips his blade. ❝where is your PRIDE in our people?❞

❝DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?❞ and in return, a loud boom of a voice. a thunderclap. posture shifts, and for a long, cold moment, he wonders if he's gone too far, that the shade of his future would STRIKE him down. but the shade sighs, long and harsh, a cloud of frozen air between them. ❝THEY ARE ALL GONE. YOU KNOW THIS WELL.❞

❝hngh … ❞ the retort feels like DAGGERS, but he sneers back, just as defiantly. ❝do you believe that i am UNAWARE of such a fact? don't be ridiculous ...❞

he takes a step closer to the shade to EMPHASISE. truly, how similar they seem! to the eyes of a stranger, they could have been deemed twins. but for all of his bite and bark and disbelief ( it's just a smile, how could it bother me like so? ) he is relieved. a delicate balance still upheld. eyes trail downwards - two hands marked by power, that much hasn't changed. that much is quite the same. still, eyes pull upwards, WANDERING over his other self, as if seeking a break in armour, a scratch in a shield.

❝YOU CAN'T BRING BACK WHAT WAS LOST. TO GIVE IN TO YOUR CURSE, WHY, NOTHING WOULD BE MORE FOOLISH. AND YOU ARE NOT FOOLISH. YOU CAN STILL CONQUER, STILL STAND TALL, AND NOT SACRIFICE YOURSELF.❞

but isn't that what he wants? no, no, that isn't … is it? self doubts MINGLE in together within his cold heart, a wandering gaze over the other's proud stance. unbothered and unconcerned, like a STATUE instead of a man, almost as if his past self is beneath his scrutiny. and when it comes down to it, his past self may as well be beneath his scrutiny. after all, that power is unmistakable and overwhelming, but also —- his. his control. his DESTINY. and oh, the monarch of the present must seem so weak. so insignificant. crimson eyes to crimson eyes, the man of the present FALTERING in front of the man of the future. spare hand braced against the trunk of an old pine, as if he'd topple over and lose balance in any second.

AND IT IS UNSPOKEN : whatever happens in the land that was, is, or will be hyrule, he will have no part in it.

and just like that, the shade turns. a snap of the sleeves and of the heel, snow crunched beneath the heel of a powerful boot. there's no good-byes to be had, no pleasantries. what is the point in saying FAREWELL to one's own self? a waste of the breath! he will learn. stubborn, he may be, but also aged and wise in his own way. and he's all the time in the world to learn. after all, there's no place to run to, no place to hide. spirale's grip is an ABSOLUTE one. and then, just as quickly as he appeared, the shade disappears into the fog.

the ganondorf who remains, oh, how he has more questions than answers. a FOOL'S errand, surely! are there cameras to record such a humiliation upon his being? he snarls, low and deep like the growl of a wild boar, teeth bared like tusks against the clash of a hunter's spear. DEFIANCE daring the other to turn back around —-he winces; a wet, hot sensation against his hand. eyes falter, turning slowly, wandering over fingertips splintered by wood. eyes lifting to take in the rough gouges hewn in the tree's trunk. red DROPLETS pool before his feet, flesh torn. and yet, he still feels so empty —- so NUMB ———

hand clutches tightly against his chest, a HOWL ripped through his mouth, dying on the air.

he remembers not how long he stands there till he departs, leaving a BLOODSTAINED path in his wake.

#isola drabble #drabble #( I really don't like this much but here's a little winterfes thing #obvs it's a drabble and not a starter but I wouldn't mind it affecting any of my threads hmm )

[hoseoksactualass]

[8:07 p.m.] what’s a v card

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: smut // fluff 

word count: 2k

warning/s: virgin reader 

What everyone thinks your relationship with Hoseok is leans more towards the ones harder to measure up to-- what with everyone thinking he's a Bed Breaker that fucks his cum up into your cervix with no apprehension when the odds weren't slim. The odds were always slim. You're a virgin.

You're at the prime age people lose touch with their pediatricians, but you and Mrs. Gum know each other like your little fingers intertwined. The wink she sends over with a tiny box of condoms and birth control reassures you more. It's her coarse voice you recollect at the edge of your bed, in lingerie you feel more skittish than sexy in, while you wait for Hoseok to get out of the shower. He steps out with wet feet, wiggling toes, a cotton shirt, and new boxers.

The fuzz of the towel on his hair freezes when his eyes stop on you. His eyes are rounded in the way they do when they want to show vulnerability, but the knowing in them sticks out. Like the dampness of the hair on the back of his head. The lingerie is red and looks like blood in a dimlit room. "Wow. That's... sexy," he eyes you up and down.

On normal days, Hoseok tries his best to trick shot a used towel in the rack, but now, he wanted to take time with everything, step by step on his way to the rack. Or maybe that was just the painfully obvious travesty of him being as nerve-wracked as you are. "Saved it for today," your lips curl calmly. You were just better at hiding it.

"You're doing great. I have no idea where to look," his eyelids buzz in exaggeration, his hand stretched out as if to shield himself of the nudity before him.

"Not so bad yourself, sir."

"You're testing dangerous waters calling me sir like that."

"Yum."

"No; you're yum," he walks to you slowly. "Seriously-- your boobs are-- you are so pretty," he holds his own chest. The proximity gives you a good whiff of his body wash, and if anything, it makes your mind and ass sit with an edge. "Are... you okay, babe?"

Your eyes flicker up to him. He decides he looked too intimidating straightened up like that, so he kneels down, and now, you have to bow your head to meet eyes. "Yeah, there's-- nothing wrong," you say to him and yourself.

"I can just... make you cum, you know."

"That self-indulgent, or you mean we can wait?"

"You know I mean the latter."

"So you don't want to fuck me yet?"

"No-- I-- want to-- put my dick inside you, but I don't want you to feel pressured," he places his hand on your knee. Soothes the skin, because it's cold with a lack of mettle.

"I'm not scared. This is just a lot."

"Yes. Likewise."

"I'm finally losing my v card."

"Your what card?"

"Nothing, just-- kiss me and put your fingers inside me."

His lips are soft, wet like everything feels like a first time. So is his poorly dried hair, but you kick that thought to the side, because his lips pacify the numbness of yours with sensations you couldn't put into words, but hear when he says, "Make room for me."

As you do, he takes his shirt off, and he does so with confidence. The look on his face is stoic, but there's more evidence of how every second slowly riled him up in the heaving of his chest. You don't hide the way you look at him. Pure, stripped admiration. You had the biggest crush on Hoseok, and he wore it like a medal.

He crawls towards you. "Lay down."

"Sexy."

The laugh on his throat makes his eyes form crescents, and everything softens with the pepper of kisses on your face. "You're sexy."

"No, you."

"No, you."

Your hand finds his crotch. There's a spur of confidence in your fingertips, so you palm him, and it shuts him up. Makes him groan into your mouth in a scalding kiss, and maybe it's because you don't first move a lot. You want him.

He nudges his knee in between your legs and opens your heat with a sure finger sliding between the folds. Your breath hitches. "You feel okay?"

"Finger me."

"Wow. Appealing," he chuckles like he isn't appealed, and then he pushes his finger inside you. Curls it the way you like, and you squirm under him. "There you go, baby."

"Mff - "

"More?"

"Please," you squeak. Three fingers make for a good stretch, but the way they move is already making you want to cum. For why-- you don't know. "Okay-- oh - "

"Wanna cum?," he drops his voice.

"I - not yet." It's near abrupt how Hoseok stops his fingers. With the implication that if you were going to cum, it wouldn't be on his fingers. Crossing them, hopefully on his dick. He wipes your arousal on his boxers. It stains like he wants to show it to you.

He props himself on a plank above you, his knee keeping yours ajar. There's a wet kiss on your neck. "Lift your back."

When his voice was serious is what was really putting you through it. You arch your back. Feel the tease of his fingertips ascending to the clasp of your bra and undoing it.

"Want you," he mutters before another kiss below your ear where it tickled. You do him the deference of taking the rest of your bra away from your body, and it lands with a soft shuffle somewhere on the floor. Your heart's caught in your throat. "Want to do it."

"Do it," you bite your lip. Seems the way you'd said it pulled on his strings a tad bit, and you feel him grind soft on you.

"I'll make you feel good," he says, tracing kisses up to your cheek, and it warms your heart. The trust you feel cannot be said, so you stay silent and simper.

"I know you will."

He leans forward and grabs something with a clumsy hand. When he bites the wrapper off, it makes a crinkly sound, and now, the butterflies in your stomach are going haywire. He's silent when he kicks his boxers off and wears the condom with ease. "You trust me."

He's hovering over you again. "I do."

A sharp but desperate kiss on your lips, and it's strung between words. "Can't wait."

He finds your hand and holds it tight next to your head, and your free one finds home on his bicep. "M-Me, too."

"Let's-- look at each other, so I know when you want to stop, 'kay?," his voice is like satin.

Your eyes are already on him.

He has a bit of a hard time pulling your panties off, but when he finally does, he stares a little too long. He looks at you with blinking eyes, as if not wanting to show how ready he was to take your virginity, but his eyes get caught on the bright red of your chest, and he almost chokes. He welcomes it.

"Hoseok?"

"Hm-- uh-- hm?"

"A-Are you okay?"

"I-- 'course I am, princess," he pecks your lips, and they get tied in giggles. "--so... I'm gonna-"

"Y-Yeah, totally," you inhale, already squeezing where you hold him. Your eyes are on each other. You feel the head of his cock, wet, against your cunt, and he pushes in slow with a tight groan. You squeeze harder.

He makes sure your pussy stops clenching before he pushes in more. On your end of the line, the meat below your hole feels a little sore, and you're chewing on your lip a bit too hard. Hoseok likes the face you make-- likes the pure innocence being encroached, and it almost dangerously brazens him to push harder.

"Fuck-- i-it's-- are you okay?," he speaks in shivers.

He bottoms out. "I - I - don't move yet," you squint, your breath laboured, but it eases with your nerves and pussy.

Hoseok likes the face you make even more when he knows you glow in the way people do when comfortable, and he takes that as cue to start moving.

Your eyes flutter open. Watch him bite down on his lip, like shutting himself up will soothe you more. His cheeks are bloodshot, and his moans go out in restrained shivers. It turns you on so hard, you start moaning yourself. Brazen you are, yourself. "Fuck-- Hoseok - "

"Yeah? You feel good, baby?," his eyes are locked on your lips, at the small O they form.

His hand squeezes yours in return every time he thrusts, and you do with every brush on your sweet spot. Your eyes are welling up in tears. "It feels-- so good - anggh - ," you whine. The angle of his hips are certain. You can confirm that. "Please-- go faster."

"F-Faster? You want that?"

"God-- yes, I want you to fuck me."

"Fuuck, baby-- okay," he breathes, picking up his pace. He breaks his own rules and facade when he closes his eyes. Starts to think with his dick, and he feels so good. "Hngh - so fucking tight."

"H-Hoseok - ," every thrust earns you good stimulation on your clit from his hipbone, and it's a push and a second closer to an orgasm, so you embrace the sensation like it's your last.

His hips are very swift now, and the sounds are disgustingly sordid. Both of you still toiling on keeping your eyes open, but just catch each other in a ritual of moaning each others' names. There's love in the way you feel around Hoseok's cock, and it makes him twitch.

"H-Hoseok-- tell me what y-you want t-to do to me," you whimper. He knows how to make your lips and cunt gush at the same time, with his hipbone's vigor, but he didn't expect himself to be at your body's mercy with just a few words.

"W-Want to-- nngh - make you beg."

"Y-Yeah?-- fuck," you moan, and the heaving of your chest is laboured again. "What else?"

"Want to fuck that pretty mouth," he breathes into your neck, and his jaw is far from lax with all the clenching and choked growling.

"Oh, g-god, I'll let you fuck me-- however you want - fuck - !"

Your arm is numb under the plank of his, but it's an outlying thought, because now his other hand started working its magic on your clit. The thing about cumming with Hoseok is that he always makes you cum as hard as possible. Except now, it's around his dick. "You like that? Like when I touch you like this?"

"F-Fuck, yes - "

"You'll let me play with your clit until you cum around me? Hm?"

You feel it. It's very much there-- a knot twisting inside you, but it coaxes tears from your eyes, and your throat is sore with moaning and affection. "I'm - I think I - "

And it's also very much there for him-- what with your virgin pussy clenching the cum out of him, and his chest and abdomen tighten. "Yeah, cum for me."

"Cum with me."

"I'm - ," he growls, a pathetic string of groans closing around your ears, you can't hear that of your own but all you feel is the jitter of your hips, and a sharp climax that flicks your eyes back into your head.

He fucks himself into you, driving your orgasm away, and the sensation burns sharp, but it's quick enough that he promptly spurts in the condom, and it makes him moan differently. There's a sloppy kiss on your cheek before you get to snicker at the cum-stuffed rubber.

"I figured v card meant virginity card," he crashes his body on you, and you hit him because the soreness starts to kick in, and you know that and blame it on smut roots.

"No shit," you laugh, and nothing's funny, but you still do, because every edge of your being is lit up and giddy. "We should have sex when we wake up."

"Wow-- you're robust."

"It's what good dick does."

"You've had one dick, _____."

"And one dick forever," you stick out your pinky, a very sentimental way to establish your relationship with his dick and the perks that come with it-- a boyfriend. It's what good dick does to a virgin.

#i actually think this is boring #hhh #whatever #kwritersworldnet #btswritingcafe #might delete #some parts are good ig #hoseok #hoseok smut #hoseok imagine #hoseok drabble #hoseok scenario #bts #bts smut #bts imagine #bts drabble #bts scenario #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #jimin #taehyung #jungkook

[anotherhawk]

Death for Immortals Ch2 - Good Omens Fanfic

Previously titled ‘5 times Crowley died carelessly and 1 time Aziraphale made him care’

Chapter summary: 140 years after the flood the last of the children Crowley saved dies peacefully in her bed, surrounded by family. He doesn’t take it well.

Read it on AO3 or under the cut.

2863 BCE

The last of the kids died at the age of 140, surrounded by her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. He waited outside the house until the wailing started, an olive branch clutched tightly in his hand as he shredded the leaves into pieces too small for any human to see. That was it then. No more reason to hang around here.

Her name had been Anurash and her mother had thrust her into his arms as the waters rose, begging him to save her, to give her a chance at life. He'd held her in his arms, miracled milk to feed her with, kept her hidden deep in the bowels of the ark with the other frightened kids for far more than forty days and forty nights of cramped, foul-smelling darkness, until the rain stopped and the waters finally receded. A hundred and forty years. That wasn't too bad, was it? That was a lot longer than a lot of humans got. Mind you, Adam had lived to be nine hundred and thirty, so maybe it wasn't as good as all that. Maybe that was the difference between a human made by the Almighty and a human made by other humans?

He glanced skywards. “What, is it a patent situation? Knock-offs aren't allowed to be as good as the original? Keep going like this and in another thousand years they won't even make it to fifty. Where's the sense in that? If you want them to be better you've got to give them time to grow, don't you?”

A couple of passers-by stared at him. He scowled back and they flinched and quickly hurried away, whispering to each other.

Right. Eyes. Evil demon eyes that they were supposed to shun. It had been a long time since he'd been anything other than a stranger in this town, even though he had largely been responsible for building it. Well, there hadn't been much other option, had there? The oldest of the eighty-seven kids he'd managed to save had been fourteen, and most of them had been a good bit younger than that. What the heaven did they know about building houses, planting crops or digging wells? Only what their parents had got to teach them before Her Upstairs got tetchy and decided hey! Time for no more humans without my seal of approval.

He'd seen the rainbow. It was beautiful. But even now, well over a century later, the kids still found bones sometimes when they played, and those bones had had names, once upon a time, and were they really so despicable that they deserved to be washed away and forgotten?

Anyway, he'd built this town for the kids, and for the first dozen or so years he'd lived among them, making sure that they knew what they needed to take care of themselves. Even after that he hadn't been willing to stray too far. He'd stayed to watch the kids he raised grow up and raise kids of their own, all in absolute defiance of the Almighty, of course. Little humans who shouldn't be alive, running around, growing, with all their questions...it was self-evidently evil, except...except it wasn't evident enough to Beelzebub. As far as they were concerned he should be tormenting, or at the very least tempting, but he couldn't bring himself to do that to his kids, at least not in any way that Hell was going to approve of. And even after they'd grown up he hadn't wanted to wander too far afield, just in case the kids might need him, and in this part of the world there was only the two groups of ark survivors left, and Aziraphale was keeping a close eye on Noah's lot. If he'd thought he could get away with it he might have claimed credit for Noah turning to drink, but honestly he had nothing to do with it. 1

So Hell wasn't happy with him. Just yesterday a goat had looked up at him with glowing red eyes and told him he needed to improve his job performance of face the consequences. No specific consequences had been mentioned, but no doubt someone somewhere had something in mind already.2

A shadow fell over him. He looked up to see Aziraphale. “Crawly? I thought that was you.” Further sounds of grief came from inside, catching the angel's attention. “Oh, dear. One of yours?”

“Yes,” he answered, without thinking about it.

“I see.” Aziraphale gave him a look of deep disapproval. “Well, it sounds as though there's a lot of people mourning her. I hope whatever little scheme you wound her up in was worth it.”

“What? No, she wasn't...I. Hngh.” He flinched. Her death hadn't been his. Neither had her life, really, she'd lived that for herself. “What are you doing here, angel?”

“Official business. I'm here to offer a few blessings.”

Cold iron seized his spine. “Oh, really, thesse people are worth Her blesssings now?”

Aziraphale frowned at him. “Everyone deserves Her blessings, Crawly.”

There was a small herb garden growing in pots on the doorstep. He grabbed the closest plant, violently uprooted it and threw it as hard as he could at Aziraphale, smacking him right in the chest and leaving a trail of dirt down his white robes.

“Well, really,” the angel sputtered, miracling the mark away with a wave of his hand. “I hardly think there was any need for that.”

Part of him wanted to apologise. Part of him wanted to throw another plant, maybe even include the pot this time. Most of him just wanted to crawl into a deep hole in the ground somewhere and stay there for the next millenia or so. “Don't know why you're so surprised. Demon, remember? Your mortal enemy and all that.”

“Immortal, I think you'll find,” Aziraphale said with a sniff. “And I'm fairly certain that 'mortal enemies' aren't supposed to throw plants at each other.” He did the finger quotes. Crawly resolved to recommend that a special place in hell be set aside for people who do the finger quotes.

“No,” he agreed nastily. “They're probably supposed to lob flaming swords at each other.3 You go first. Oh, wait.”

The door behind him slammed open. “Gentlemen, please. This is a house of mourning. For the love of God, please take your petty quarrel somewhere else. Have you no decency?”

Aziraphale was stammering out apologies. He sighed and stood up. “Not lately,” he told Rubat, Anurash's granddaughter, and he turned and walked away.

The angel didn't follow him. He told himself he wasn't disappointed.

Right. Well, then. He wiped a hand down his face, harsh enough that it hurt and looked round at the familiar faces walking by. Most of them didn't give him a second glance. A couple of them caught his eye and shrunk away. Anurash had always loved his eyes...she'd used to call them suns. He remembered chubby baby hands clapping together joyfully when he made her that doll, remembered her first steps, always rushing, always in a hurry, always wanting to see everything, remembered all the questions – why does the moon change, why can't I see my eyes, why the flood, why, why, why – and he remembered Luka, the streak of dirt seemingly always across his face no matter how often he wiped that sticky face, and he remembered Teth, and he remembered Saul, and he remembered, he remembered, he remembered.

There was nothing holding him here now. Nothing holding him back. Everyone expected him to be evil – and he was evil, he was a demon. Might as well live down to it.

*

Three hours later and six fights had broken out, three marriages had ended, the blacksmith had been persuaded that there was more room for showing off making weapons rather than farm tools, the hunters had been persuaded that the farmers didn't respect them enough, someone had stolen the entire store of apples and set them fermenting, the pigs had been set loose in the granary and the inn was on fire. 4

It was chaos. There were shouts, smoke, recriminations flying everywhere and children crying in the street.

There were children crying in the street...

A hand closed around his upper arm and Aziraphale pulled him round. “What on earth are you doing?”

“My job.” He didn't look at the angel. The child on the street was clutching a doll in her chubby hand, her parents nowhere in sight. There was a streak of mud across her face.

“You don't...what's wrong with you?”

He shrugged the angel's hand off and gave a sharp-toothed smile. “Popular opinion says everything.”

“There he is!” A screech from down the street. Running footsteps, a whole mob's worth.

“The evil one walks among us!”

“Get him!”

“I see him! I see the demon!”

They were coming from all sides now. He took a couple of steps back. “Lovely seeing you, Aziraphale, but I really have to be going.”

He ran. The mob chased him, parting around Aziraphale like they didn't so much as see him, and the angel just stood there like a rock in the river, and Crawly ran. Hands grabbed out at him as he passed, punching, hurting, and stones hammered into him. Black blood ran down his face, dripping into his eyes. If he reached the river he could just turn into a serpent and escape that way.

He didn't make it. They cut him off, knocking him to the ground, kicking, punching, stamping, and he shifted, slipping into a snake, trying to slither away, and the last thing he saw was the blacksmith raising a sword above his head and bringing it down.

*

Aziraphale carefully buried the little broken body on a hill overlooking the river and tried to ignore the feeling of being utterly alone in the world. He'd seen the demon die and he hadn't done anything. There hadn't been anything to be done, it wasn't for him to interfere, and if he had interfered it would have been to smite the demon out of existence once and for all. Obviously. No, he had nothing to feel guilty about, it was just that he didn't like seeing the humans moved to such violence, that was all.

He scattered the last shovel of soil on the small grave and stood awkwardly for a moment. “I'm sorry,” he said at last. “I don't know what happened today, but I think, maybe, there was something else I could have done. I'll do better next time.”

There were two people he could have been speaking to. He didn't think either of them were listening.

1He did feel it was a reasonable enough reaction to the trauma of witnessing divine genocide, however. He'd even turned to it himself a time or two. The one time he'd actually managed to get to sleep since the Flood he'd had to face the memories of all those desperate hands clinging to the side of the ark until one by one they slid away.

2The goat had chewed on his sandals afterwards. He wasn't sure if that had been the hellish influence or the goatish one.

3Crowley had never actually been issued a sword, flaming or otherwise.

4You might think that this is rather a lot for one demon to achieve in three hours. But even if he had mostly passed unnoticed for the last century Crowley had been living alongside these people. He knew where the buttons were and how best to press them. And, like any act of self-harm, once started it was incredibly difficult to stop.

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Nathmarc month day 20: Surprise

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16491026/chapters/39133843 This was really nice to write! It maybe doesn’t follow the prompt ‘surprise’ perfectly, but hey, it’s still there. :p (I was thinking about ‘surprise’ and this idea suddenly came to mind and I just HAD to write it-) @nathmarcnovember

The lights in his bedroom were dimmed a little, only the small lamp on his desk was lighted up, shining down on the comic page Nathaniel was working on. Earlier today, he had met up with Marc to go through the script for the end of their current arc, but… Something was not quite right.

Nathaniel sighed, putting down his pencil and looking down at his sketches.

There, after fighting the strongest enemy so far, the Mighty Illustrator – his hero counterpart – had become quite emotional, as they had almost lost half of their team to the enemy. In the story, a few weeks had passed and the Mighty Illustrator had become unable to ignore his love for Ladybug any longer after what had happened. He was about to confess his feeling to her.

It was of course Marc who had come up with the script. In the Ladybug Diary he had written, Ladybug returned his feelings, and he had asked Nathaniel to include this in their comics. Nathaniel had agreed at first, but…

No-

It wasn’t right.

It was all terribly wrong.

Not the setting, not the script, no.

These were all perfect. It was the right dose of romance, since Ladybug would tell him she loved him, too, but that they had to focus on saving Paris. They would continue fighting side by side, showing affection to each other every now and then, but nothing that would carry the rest of the plot too heavily.

It was good, because it showed Ladybug’s feminine and fragile side, but also her strength, because she easily knew which was more important; fighting evil or her personal romantic life.

It was all good, but-

Nathaniel sighed.

It was true. A long time ago, he had been mesmerized by Ladybug. He possibly even had a crush on her for a while, but…

Nathaniel wasn’t stupid. He knew perfectly well that being in love with a superhero would lead to nothing at all. So he had set those feelings aside already, reducing them to nothing but admiration, which of course, he would never lose.

But-

Marc and he, the both of them always liked to see their superhero counterparts as parallel to themselves. Different somehow but still, essentially, the same.

With this…

Was Marc implying he still had feelings for her…?

Was he-

Saying-

Nathaniel dropped his head on the desk, closing his eyes.

His head hurt.

It was all wrong.

But he respected Marc’s writing, loved his ideas, and he didn’t want to criticize them.

What could he possibly-

Would he-

He had an idea, but-

He just hoped the writer boy wouldn’t get mad at him for changing his script.

But this was his one chance to set it all right.

Nathaniel took a deep breath, and grabbed a fresh piece of paper.

He started drawing.

***

There was an uncomfortable knot in his stomach, and Marc had to inhale and exhale deeply in order to prevent feeling nauseous. He was walking towards the park near his home, but his legs felt like they were made out of stone, since it was getting harder and harder to move them forward.

This afternoon, he had found a note in his locker from Nathaniel.

I need to tell you something. Let’s meet at the park at 16:00.

-Nathaniel.

Something was going on.

He had noticed.

The way Reverser always looked at the Mighty Illustrator in their comics.

The way he always blushed whenever their eyes met.

The admiration hidden within them.

He knew and now he was going to confront him.

And then he’d break their friendship.

‘I’m in love with Ladybug.’

‘You’re just a friend.’

Yes, that’s what was going to happen.

And he was nice enough to say it face-to-face instead of dropping a simple message.

Rejection.

That’s what was waiting for him.

Marc breathed.

He was scared of the coldness that would surely wash over him as soon as he heard those words.

They wouldn’t come unexpected, but still-

He’d-

Feel the cold.

Feel the rejection.

And he was a coward.

Heavier, they were, his feet.

Even more heavy.

The knot tightened.

He felt like he was going to throw up.

The park was getting closer, however, and from the distance, he already noticed Nathaniel’s red hair.

He froze.

What if he just-

Walked back-

Pretended he never read that message?

Just run away from it all, just-

Protecting himself-

There was nothing wrong with that, wouldn’t it?

No-

He couldn’t.

He had to face his problems.

Look them right in the eye.

That’s what a superhero would do.

Marc was no superhero, but he could act like one, for at least once.

Because it was for Nathaniel.

So he breathed-

And once more-

He took one stop forward-

Froze again-

But he then sighed and continued walking.

As soon as he entered the park, stepping on a lost leaf, causing a rustling sound, he felt Nathaniel’s eyes on him.

No turning back.

He looked up, meeting his gaze.

Nathaniel smiled, and his heart fluttered, but went cold again right after.

Because that smile was just a polite one-

‘Hey, Marc, you found the note.’

He nodded. ‘Y-yeah.’

Some more steps, and he was there.

They felt far away, yet way too close.

Then, without noticing, he was next to the artist boy.

‘Sit down, I have a surprise. Something to show you.’

Nathaniel averted his gaze a bit, his cheeks slightly red and he reached inside his bag.

Surprise?

Show him?

He didn’t want to reject him directly, then?

Marc sat down next to him quietly, putting enough distance between them for it to be normal.

Friend distance.

Maybe a bit too far for that, actually-

Nathaniel shuffled a little closer.

Politeness-

It only hurt.

Then, Nathaniel sat straight up again, and pushed a bunch of papers in his hands. Looking at him, scratching the back of his head a little awkwardly.

Marc blinked, staring. They were comic pages. Of the end of the arc they were working on. The one in which the Mighty Illustrator was supposed to confess his feelings to Ladybug. Why was he giving them to him here and why had he written a note for just that…?

‘I uhm, changed them a little bit…’ Nathaniel said. ‘I know the script is your part, but… it just didn’t feel right. So I made a proposal. This is it. I only need your approval.’

He… probably added a kiss there… didn’t he…?

Or made it just a bit more romantic…

It had to be something like that…

Marc looked the other way. ‘You’re the artist, you don’t need my approval.’

‘Of course I do! This is a project by the both of us, not just me!’

He sounded a little angry, so Marc looked next to him, a bit startled.

There was something within Nathaniel’s ocean eyes.

Something he couldn’t quite place.

Then it was gone, and his eyes softened.

Nathaniel avoided his gaze.

‘Just… read them… please?’

The words were really quiet, and the artist suddenly looked… fragile. Marc felt guilty knowing it was caused by him. Because he hadn’t taken him seriously. And if there was something Nathaniel hated, it was if someone didn’t take him seriously. Marc knew that more than anyone.

‘O-of course.’

He breathed, and looked. He didn’t really want to see the Mighty Illustrator kissing Ladybug, but he was going to have to.

The scenes looked the same, the Mighty Illustrator was worrying about something, impossible to ignore his feelings any longer after almost having lost Ladybug and the rest of his team. He felt like he had to speak out his feelings. Marc raised an eyebrow, because the phrasing was different, in the original it said “his feelings for her”, but the gender was gone now. It was just… “feelings”.

He went to the next page, and he dropped it.

His fingers shivering.

‘…why…’

There was someone else there.

Someone else receiving the Illustrator’s confession.

There was no Ladybug.

It didn’t even look like her, no.

But it wás a member of his team he was confessing to.

It was…

Nathaniel picked up the paper, handing it back to him, but he didn’t meet his eyes.

‘…do you hate it…?’

His hands were trembling, making it hard to look at the drawings properly, but he tried.

No, it couldn’t-

Couldn’t be-

Was he dreaming, maybe?

Or was Nathaniel mocking him?

He looked next to him, but the artist boy was still staring at the trees on his right side, avoiding his gaze. That didn’t look like someone who was joking, at all.

Then… did he think this Ladybug belonged with Cat Noir…?

Or with no one at all…?

Maybe he was too afraid to draw Ladybug returning his feelings, when in reality… it wasn’t quite true?

So… he changed it all?

Marc didn’t know.

His head was spinning and aching.

And he read on.

But the pages stopped.

‘It’s… not finished…’

Nathaniel looked up, finally. Ocean eyes meeting apple green ones.

‘That’s because I don’t know how it would end, like this.’

The blood rose to his cheeks, and-

He knew.

He was testing him.

But, then, why-

Why was Nathaniel blushing as well?

Why were his hands trembling just as much?

Was he-

He-

No-

He had to tell the truth.

No matter what reason Nathaniel had.

He couldn’t lie.

So he inhaled. ‘Well, I know how it would end…’

‘How?’

He breathed. ‘He would… would… hngh…’

Words were spinning, mingling, mixing, one big ocean of thoughts and letters, unable to form the right sentences.

He stopped.

Breathed again-

Looked at Nathaniel-

Who was waiting, patiently.

‘H-he… Reverser… would… b-be happy… C-cry a little, maybe… B-blush a lot… And then… Tell him… He had always loved him… Since the moment they had met…’

Somewhere along the way, Marc had averted his gaze again, too scared to look Nathaniel in the eye, too much of a coward.

But suddenly, slender fingers cupping his cheek, and automatically, Marc turned his head, about to finally meet his gaze but-

Soft lips on his-

He closed his eyes-

And his heart was soaring.

Before he could even fully realize what was happening, Nathaniel pulled away and smiled at him, his cheeks almost as red as his hair. It was cute.

‘I… guess it would end like this… then?’

Marc felt like he was on fire, somewhere far away, somewhere that wasn’t real, but as Nathaniel grabbed his hand and squeezed softly, he knew this was anything but a dream.

‘I guess it would,’ he whispered.

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