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mothhball · 2 months

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Beneath me

Pairing || professor!Jonathan Crane x student!Reader

Warnings || 18+ SMUT, NON-CON, DUB-CON, forced breeding, fingering, p in v sex, housewife kink(?), humiliation, dumbification, misogyny, unprotected sex, age gap (professor and student, everyone’s an adult), brief dacryphilia, condescending use of petnames, jon is a prick in this but gets better towards the end (if you squint hard enough)

Summary || The professor suspects you cheated on your exam, but you’re determined to prove him wrong.

Words || 3.7k

Notes || First ever fic and it’s smut because I love suffering. English isn’t my first language, so I hope everything makes sense. Please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with anything mentioned in the warnings

Afternoon lectures. The bane of many students’ existence, yours included. You’d been on campus since 9 am, trying to catch up on homework and study material for the most dreaded class of the day. Abnormal Psychology, presented by none other than Professor Jonathan Crane. Crane with his smart suits and piercing eyes. Crane with his condescending remarks and off-handed insults. Crane with his ridiculously handsome face and –

“Are you even listening to me?” The man in question is now standing in front of you, staring you down with narrowed eyes as his lips pull down into a frown. Yes, right. It’s 5 pm now, almost the end of the lecture and time to get your exam results back. You shake yourself out of your stupor, glancing down at the paper he left on your desk. But instead of a grade, you only see a bold red question mark which takes up almost a fourth of the entire first page. Crane clears his throat impatiently, and his mood sours more and more the longer he has to stand next to your seat.

“I said, you will meet me in my office after class. Is that understood? And I’d suggest you get your head in order until then,” he hisses, icy blue eyes filled with disdain. Your heart sinks, and you can feel the blood leaving your face as you manage to nod rather stiffly.

“Of course… Professor Crane, “ you murmur in reply, and upon hearing that, the professor quickly resumes his round around the lecture hall, handing back grades to your fellow students. As the first people pack up their things and begin to file out of the room, you slowly pack up as well. Your hands are cold from anxiety as you zip up your bag and get up from your seat. Meeting Professor Crane in his office was the last thing you wanted to do right now. The plan was to go home, grab takeout on the way and curl up in bed with a movie starring this forty-something year old actor you have the hots for. But God forbit anyone in Gotham wants to have a nice time.

Soon enough, you find yourself in Crane’s office, taking the seat in front of his desk and folding your hands in your lap to keep from fidgeting. The professor runs a hand through his hair, looking you over with a skeptical glare before he straightens his posture and gets to the point.

“I’m disappointed, shocked and quite frankly, I feel personally insulted.”

Your brows furrow, but before you can speak, he pulls out two stacks of paper, smacking them down on the desk. You quickly recognize one stack as a copy of your exam, but as you look over at the other, it feels like someone froze time for a moment. It’s someone else’s exam, but they wrote down the same answers. Not word for word, but in a way and structure that’s quite obviously plagiarized. Squinting at the name, you remember the guy sitting next to you, and anger bubbles up inside of your chest.

“He cheated off of me,” you mutter, trying to stay calm.

“Brennan said the same thing. Funny how that works, huh? And in case it went over your head, I don’t find it funny at all. But I will have to fail one of you. The question is, which one will it be?”

He takes his glasses off, gingerly setting the spectacles aside before he pinches the bridge of his nose. A little dramatic, but very much expected from him.

“Look, I’m not saying you were the one cheating off of Brennan,” He starts, sounding exhausted and absent at the same time. Like this is all beneath him. Like your future in his class has as much importance as the piece of lint he’s picking off of his sweater vest. “But there’s no real proof that he cheated off of you either. It’s a case of ‘he said, she said’. And it’s not like Brennan had much reason to cheat. He has had consistently good grades, whereas you-“

“I’ll prove it, “ you interrupt him without thinking, clenching your hands so tightly that your nails dig into the skin of your palms. Crane looks visibly taken aback, perplexed that you have the gall to intercept before he could expose your rather mediocre academic history in his class. You know you’re average. A face in the crowd; one of many names on an attendance sheet he barely pays attention to.

“I’ll prove it to you,” you repeat, swallowing dryly. Your mouth suddenly feels like you ate sand, and you really want to clear your throat, but you’ve done so thrice within the past five minutes, and you can tell it’s starting to piss him off. “Give me a chance, please. Please, Professor Crane. I know the material, I swear.”

Crane’s eyes briefly dart down to your lips, and his eyebrows furrow in thought before he nods slowly, thoughtfully. He’s making a show of it. Portraying himself as the generous teacher while you’re desperate for even the smallest chance of passing this goddamn class.

“Alright,” He sighs, and the weight seems to lift off of your shoulders. A smile begins to spread on your face, and –

“Get out a pen. And paper. You’re going to write an essay.”

Eyebrows raised in confusion, you tilt your head a little. You almost feel stupid to ask.

“What, right now?”

“Of course, right now. At home, you’d get the chance to cheat again, wouldn’t you?”

Again. He’s still convinced you were the one to cheat on your exam. His tone is bitingly condescending and he doesn’t bother to elaborate further as he gets up from his chair to head over to the almost overflowing bookshelf next to his desk. You’re still sitting there, hands in your lap until he lets out an exasperated sigh, signaling for you to get a move on. Not wanting to incur even more of his wrath, you dig through your bag to get out a pen and some loose sheets of paper.

In the meantime, Crane has chosen a book from his shelf, and he’s wordlessly flipping through the pages until he lands on a fitting topic for an essay. He snaps the book shut and returns to his desk, fixing his tie as he nods to himself.

“Alright. I want 5 pages on fear conditioning. If you truly studied for the exam, this should be a piece of cake. If you didn’t, this will be an embarrassing little lecture you’re in dire need of learning.”

Your eyes widen, and you stammer for a moment, unable to find the words while staying respectful.

“That many? But it’s already –“

“Five-thirty pm? I hope you didn’t have any plans for tonight. And you should be grateful that I don’t have plans either. I’m staying late for your sake. Because you convinced me to give you a chance. I don’t have to do this, you know? I could just fail you and go home. So, I think a little gratitude would be more than appropriate.” There’s an odd expression in his eyes. Halfway between hunger and conflict. He’s usually so composed. You must really be testing his patience.

“Thank you, Prof –“ “Thank me by getting to it already.”

You nod meekly, grabbing the pen and beginning to jot down the date and your name in the corner of the first page. While you’re focused on the introduction part of your essay, you miss the way that Crane folds his hands on the desk, gripping so hard his knuckles turn white. His icy gaze is focused on every twitch of your muscles, every swoop of your handwriting, every time you softly bite your lips in thought. If only you’d look up. You’d see the way his jaw is set and his pupils expand. You’d realize the situation you’re in. A bunny with its neck in the jaws of the wolf.

You’re about two thirds done with the first page when he wheels his chair around the desk, closer to yours. Once his arm brushes against you, you pause to lift your gaze, looking at him with equal parts confusion and curiosity.

“Uhm… professor? What are you doing?”

“Checking on your progress,” Is his curt reply, but he leans in even closer, staring down at your half-baked essay. “Eyes on the paper.”

You comply, getting back to writing after a short second of sorting your thoughts. It’s more difficult to write with him basically breathing down your neck, and your heart skips a beat when he scoots even closer. Despite this, you keep on writing. Until his hand lands on your thigh.

You tense, looking up at him. Your lips part, and you’re about to say something before he speaks first.

“Eyes. On. The. Paper. We’re going to simulate a stressful, distracting environment. Not unlike a lecture hall during an exam. If you can keep your cool, I’ll know you didn’t cheat.”

You bite your lip, hesitating.

“Or I could fail you right now, and you’ll prove me and my suspicions right.”

Back to writing it is. Your hand is a little shakier during the next few sentences while the warmth of his fingers seeps through the fabric of your skirt into your skin. But you get back into the motions, almost able to ignore him until his hand flexes and begins to wander. A shiver runs down your spine as his touch slips underneath your skirt, feeling the soft flesh on the inside of your thigh.

“That’s it. Keep writing. Try to show me how smart you are.”

Crane’s voice is a snide whisper right next to your ear. His breath sends a shiver down your spine, but you keep your focus on the essay. Well, at least some of it. Once his fingers brush over the crotch of your panties, your breath hitches as heat builds in your core. But you can’t even get a word in.

“Run your mouth and your final grade drops to an F. You’re on my time now, understood? Not a fucking word to anyone or else a failed class will be the least of your worries.”

You’ve never heard him curse before. The man sitting beside you, the man with his hand under your skirt isn’t the professor you’ve known throughout the semester. No, at this point, the mask is slipping and the difference is startling. Crane pushes your skirt up with one hand and your legs apart with the other, letting out a low, appreciative hum at the sight of your wet panties.

“Fuck. You’re soaking through the lace, aren’t you? I didn’t even touch you yet… Are you always this easy? Almost adorable… Keep writing for me.”

His words make your ears burn with embarrassment, and you bite down on the inside of your cheek as you get back to your essay. It’s getting harder to think. Especially once his fingers slip underneath your panties, running between your glistening folds. Crane quickly finds your clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves for a deliciously brief moment before he moves his hand further down to your entrance.

“Now you’re being grateful, hm? Is this what you were thinking about while everyone else was making an effort during my lectures? While everyone else was busy doing their work… you were getting worked up in your seat thinking about me. Thinking about me playing with your little cunt.”

The corners of his lips pull up into a self-satisfied grin as he plunges a finger inside of you, and you can’t help but let out a soft sigh of pleasure. You’re so wet that he’s not meeting any resistance from your sweet pussy, so he quickly adds a second one. The slick noises are obscene, and you duck your head in an attempt to hide your flushed face and focus on the essay, but it’s futile. You’re writing complete and utter nonsense at this point, and he knows it. Crane scoots his chair even closer, pressing up against your side as he works his fingers inside of you, caressing that spongy spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. As he looks over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of your writing, he scoffs out a laugh.

“Goodness, sweetie. That’s what your pretty little head managed to come up with so far? All this talk about wanting to prove yourself, and you deliver this? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more pathetic attempt at an essay in all my years of teaching.”

Tears well up in your eyes at the harshness of his words, and the sight of it makes Crane’s cock harden in his slacks. He licks his lips, curling his fingers inside of you with a little more urgency as he leans in to whisper into the crook of your neck.

“Let out those noises. I guarantee they’re worth more than every brainless contribution you’ve ever made in my class.”

It’s an order, not a request, and you find yourself unable to keep quiet anymore as his thumb comes up to rub your clit again. Your wetness is starting to drip down onto the seat below you while you let out a breathy moan, and you begin to doubt yourself. Maybe you really are as empty-headed as he says. To your dismay, this thought only causes the tension in your core to build up even faster.

“There we go. Close to cumming from being fingered by your professor. You’re so needy, so eager for the slightest bit of attention. A toy that needs to be played with 24/7. Aren’t you ashamed?”

You let out another moan of pleasure and humiliation, clenching around his digits as he stretches you open. When did you forget how to speak?

“Trying to play in the big leagues while you’re just a dumb little fuckpet for my enjoyment,” he hisses, before he sinks his teeth into your earlobe, causing you to squeak. It hurts. But that’s the point. You’re so close to the edge, toes curling inside of your shoes. And then suddenly, he withdraws his hand. You catch a glimpse of his glistening fingers, and you turn your head just in time to watch him lick your juices off of them. He lets out a groan, satisfied by your taste.

“Get up. Hands on the desk.”

You scramble to get up, standing on wobbly legs as you bend over Crane’s desk. The professor wastes no time, grabbing onto your sopping wet panties and ripping them off of you. The fabric shreds beneath his hands, leaving your skin stinging where it cut slightly into the soft flesh of your thighs. Your skirt is flipped up, exposing your rear to him, and he moans out another sound of appreciation. His hands come up to grab onto the meat of your ass, spreading them apart to allow him a perfect view of your dripping cunt.

“Lord knows you’re not made for higher education.”

Crane leans in, licking a stripe up between your folds, and you bite down on a knuckle to keep in the pathetic moan that hangs on your lips. Your body is desperately begging you to just let him take what he wants from you, but your mind clings onto the last shred of dignity you have. When the sound of his belt being undone tears you from your thoughts, you turn your head, looking at him from over your shoulder.

“Wait –“ You start, suddenly struck by the reality of it all.

Crane chuckles at the expression of wide-eyed apprehension on your face.

“You’re not braindead already, are you? What did you think was going to be the logical conclusion of this? Of course, I’m going to bury my dick in you. Fuck, if you were this tight around my fingers, I can’t wait to feel you squeezing my cock….”

“No, I –“

“Shh, no need to worry. Judging by your essay, you don’t have the mental capacity anyway.”

Crane roughly grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down until your cheek meets the wooden surface of his desk while he hurriedly unzips his slacks. He’s painfully hard at this point, straining against the fabric of his boxers, and he lets out a relieved hiss once he’s finally freed himself. He leans over you, pressing his weight into your back and aligning himself with your tight hole before he pushes his hips forward. You’re immobilized under him, squished against the desk as he fills you with his length. Crane’s lips find your pulse, licking and nibbling at your neck as he bottoms out inside of you, shuddering from the sensation of your plush walls around his cock.

“Good girl… you’re so wet. All for me, huh? Yes… just for me.” He moans through his teeth, leaning back a little to watch as your pussy stretches around him when he begins to slowly thrust into you. You let out a soft whine in response, not quite adjusted to him yet. But if you know anything about him at this point, it’s that he doesn’t care.

“I know, sweetheart, it’s a lot. Just relax – shh, shh, that’s it. You feel so good, squeezing me like a proper toy. All obedient and sweet… you really were built for this.“

He lifts his hand, landing a smack on your ass before he pulls out all the way and pushes back in, letting out a condescending laugh at the way you shiver. You can feel how deep he reaches, hitting every spot while he stretches you out with calculated thrusts. His pace begins to speed up, and his other hand wraps around your throat to keep you close as he pounds into you. Coherent thought becomes difficult for you, and even if you did want to say something, it’s suddenly made impossible when Crane pushes two fingers into your mouth, almost making you gag.

“Needy little thing. Bent over and babbling like a whore. But you -fuuuck - you take me so well, don’t you? All tight and sopping wet for my cock to stretch you out...”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, yanking you back by your hair to make you lift your torso up from the desk. The carefully crafted persona of a calm, reasonable Professor Dr. Jonathan Crane has completely slipped from his face now and shattered by his feet like Fine China. His hands move quickly, urgently as his rhythm begins to stutter. The fingers that are now soaked with your saliva make their way back between your legs to circle your clit while his other hand leaves your hair to tear open your blouse, sending the buttons flying everywhere.

His teeth find your neck again as he grabs at your chest, kneading your soft breasts as he marks you up. Hickeys, bruises, bite marks. He leaves them behind to claim. To own. Your climax hits you like a truck, knocking the air from your lungs as he fucks you through your orgasm, not faltering for a second. Stars fill your vision for a moment, and you’re only vaguely aware of the kisses that he’s pressing to your cheek. Your walls are clenching him tightly, causing him to curse under his breath.

Crane swallows heavily, rasping into your ear between shallow breaths.

“Tell you what… No more thinking about essays. In fact, I don’t want you to think ever again. No more exams… no more studies. As if you’d ever be someone of importance in this field to begin with. No, no… I won’t let you waste your time on a silly little Bachelor’s anymore... Fuckpets like you only need to be bred. I’m gonna be generous and fuck a child into you.”

Your eyes snap wide open, and even with your cock-drunken brain, you realize just how serious he is about this. In an attempt to get away, you begin to struggle in his grasp, but he replies by kicking your legs further apart, forcing you down against the desk again. The wooden edge digs against your thighs, keeping your hips in place for him as he plows you into the piece of furniture. Your cheek is pressed up against your unfinished essay, reminding you of your failure on all accounts as you drool onto the paper.

Your hands are clawing at the desk, trying to find purchase when his own hands find yours, linking your fingers together in a frighteningly intimate gesture. Crane continues to moan your name, pressing his face into the crook of your neck before he pushes his cock as deep as he can into your poor cunt, filling you with his hot cum. He lazily rocks his hips back and forth a few more times, trying to push in his load as far as he can before he finally stills, panting against your skin. He stays on your back for another few moments, breathing in your scent and idly squeezing your hands with his.

Once his breathing has evened out once more, he straightens up, kissing the top of your head before he pulls out. Crane watches as his seed drips out of you, a glint of amusement and possessiveness in his eyes as he pushes it back into you with two fingers. You feel completely boneless, crumpled on the desk as you try to make sense of what happened and what will happen. The silence doesn’t last long before Crane speaks up again.

“In the morning, you’ll make me breakfast, and in the evening, you’ll cream on my cock. Like a proper little housewife. And I’ll get to see your tits swell and your belly expand as our kid grows inside of you,” He muses, running his hands over your shoulders and down your back, a gesture that’s more meant to ground himself than it is meant to soothe you.

His voice is soft, yet eerily determined. A man that’s planning the future out loud. Unbeknownst to you, he’s reaching into his suit pocket behind you, pulling out a small syringe filled with a clear liquid.

“And if you get bored again and your mind starts to wander, I’ll knock you up again and again until you know your place. Face down, ass up. Beneath me.”

#jonathan crane x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x reader #jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane #batman begins #nolanverse #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane x y/n #.moth writes

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misc-obeyme · 9 months

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I don't know how I feel about this smut right here, but I spent some time writing it so I might as well post it, right?

I'm really obsessed with all of their demon forms. I love the horns, the wings, the tails, everything. There is just something about them that I find soooo hot. Does this make me a monster fucker? I honestly don't know, someone please tell me. I feel like they're still mostly human-like, so I don't think it counts?

Anyway, the point here is that I wanted to write some scenes where it's the first time they have sex with MC in their demon form. I imagine that the demon parts are extra sensitive in this particular situation.

Again, I'm not sure this is very good, but here it is anyway lol. Just when I think I'm getting more confident about writing smut, I question it again. Ahhh the woes of being a writer.

Lucifer x GN!MC - NSFW MDNI

Note: MC's genitals are not described, once again I tried to keep it gender neutral. Established relationship, not the first time they're having sex, just the first time in demon form lol.

Warnings: demon form (obviously), penetrative sex (reader receiving), biting (but no blood)

Lucifer's bedroom was lit by the soft orange glow of candlelight, shadows playing against the walls, the air warm. You sat on the soft silk sheets of his bed, your clothes long discarded back by the door.

Lucifer himself sat on the edge of the bed with his back to you, waiting. You ran your hands up the muscles of his back, letting one go all the way into his hair, fingertips brushing against the gray edges.

"Show me," you said, your voice hushed.

Obediently, Lucifer shifted into demon form. You watched as the horns emerged and the two sets of wings unfurled before you.

You couldn't help sucking in a breath. You had never been this close to them before.

The black glossy feathers shimmered in the light, trembling slightly. You slowly traced your fingers downward, branching them out over the tops of his wings, feeling the bone structure beneath the feathers. Tenderly, carefully, you let your fingers run along the feathered edges, overcome by just how soft they were.

You let out a little sigh. "Stunning."

Lucifer twisted around to look at you and you saw the blush that was spreading across his cheeks. He frowned at you. "Are you quite finished, MC?"

You smiled. "Absolutely not."

He looked like he was about to protest, but he stopped when you knelt over him, straddling his lap. You ran your fingers along his horns next, delicately feeling out the pattern of the ridges. He sucked in a breath beneath you.

You looked down at him for a moment. His eyes were closed, the frown still in place, the blush as bright as ever.

You leaned forward just a little more and kissed one of his horns.

His hands grabbed your waist and he pulled you into him, pressing his face against your chest. You could feel him trembling against you. You saw the way his feathers shook slightly as his wings closed in around you.

And then you felt his lips on your chest, hot and heavy. "Please," he practically moaned against you.

You had anticipated that his horns and wings would be sensitive, but you had not expected him to react quite like this. It sent a thrill through you.

You took the entire tip of one of his horns into your mouth. He squeezed you and gasped lightly against your skin. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh.

You pulled away slightly, lips still pressed to the cool surface of his horn. "Please…?"

His hands couldn't stay still, gripping your hips one moment and running up your back the next. You could feel the tips of his feathers brushing your shoulders.

"You tease me at your peril," he said, his voice so low it was practically a growl.

You could tell he was getting impatient, that you were riling him up every time you touched his horns or brushed against his feathers. His entire body was tensed beneath you, like he was doing everything he could to keep himself restrained.

There were a lot of things you could have said then, but you decided your mouth was better used elsewhere. You pressed a line of kisses along his horn before leaning back just enough to set your lips upon the black diamond on his forehead.

It was as though you had pressed a switch by doing this. He lifted you off his lap so abruptly, you had to fling your arms around his shoulders to balance yourself.

Moments later, you found yourself sprawled back on the bed with Lucifer hovering above you, his wings still tucked around you slightly, creating a sort of canopy around you both.

Lucifer lowered himself on top of you, your bodies flush together, as he kissed down your neck. The heat flooded you, every single spot where your skin touched his felt like it was on fire. You sucked in a breath and reached up, gripping his horns in your hands because you just wanted to hold on and you couldn't resist touching them again.

Lucifer rumbled low in his throat, one of his hands running up and down your side, his mouth pausing on its way down your neck. "MC…"

You let your hands slide down his horns, to grip his face and make him look up at you. You shifted beneath him, opening your legs and wrapping them around him, locking your ankles behind his back.

You pulled his head forward just enough so you could kiss the black diamond on his forehead again. His hand squeezed your hip so hard it was almost painful and the sweet moan that fell from him made the desire already pooling in your stomach flare with heat.

"Lucifer," you whispered, your lips still pressed against him. You let go of his face, reaching up to brush your fingertips down the top set of wings, the edges of which were still tucked beneath your back.

Lucifer responded by sinking his cock into you, slowly and deliberately. Your body arched beneath him, setting free his pinned wings which fanned out in a glorious display of glossy black above you.

He was so beautiful like this, eyes half closed, cheeks covered in a blush of passion, wings spread, horns visible, the black diamond glistening slightly from the wetness of your kiss. He was already lost in your heat as he so softly moaned your name.

You both stayed that way for a brief moment, taking in the feel of each other. You, mesmerized by his demon form, him, overwhelmed by the love in your eyes.

Lucifer's first thrust was so slow it made you crazy, but you couldn't help letting out a little gasp at how good it felt. Your hands clutched at his shoulders just behind his wings, your fingers barely brushing their edges.

Your legs tightened around Lucifer as he increased his pace significantly and the way his cock felt inside you made you cry out, unable to hold your voice back. You couldn't even form words, only making incoherent noises between gasping breaths. Your heart was thudding fast, your body heating up, a layer of sweat forming at your back.

Lucifer was focused on you, his lips on the hollow of your throat, his teeth brushing lightly against your skin.

Your reactions only prompted him to go harder and faster, to bite down on your shoulder just enough to leave a mark, but not enough to draw blood. You felt the extra sharpness of his fangs. You reached up for his horns again, grasping them as he continued to thrust into you, hitting your sweetest spot every single time. You could feel the pleasure building up, so close, you were so close.

Lucifer leaned down even more, pressing himself against you and whispered in your ear, "You are mine."

Your hands slid down to hold his face again, pressing your forehead to his, holding on as your body jolted with every single thrust. You couldn't say anything back to him even if you wanted to, the sensations rolling through your body were too distracting. Even if you could, you would only agree with him.

You cried out his name as you came hard on his cock, squeezing him with every part of your body.

Lucifer growled, not at all slowing his pace, and you felt yourself careening toward over stimulation. It was so good, but you could barely think. All you managed to do was pull his head down again so you could put your mouth on his diamond one last time.

Lucifer moaned your name out low and heavy as he finally came inside you, the heat of his cum filling you up, his wings rustling around you as they shivered with the rest of him.

For a few moments, you didn't move at all, your chest heaving as you pulled in heavy breaths. You were still holding Lucifer's face and you smiled up at him before letting your hands run across his wings again.

Lucifer was flushed already, but you could still tell that he was blushing even more from the way you touched his feathers. You also knew he couldn't move away from you while your legs stayed locked around him. He was trapped there as you leaned forward again, kissing his head, kissing his horns, kissing the edge of the top set of his wings.

You soon learned that Lucifer would only put up with so much of these gentle touches before he decided to make you scream his name again.

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melonn-soda · 2 months

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If you’re accepting requests? Then may I please request a Ayato Kamisato x Male reader? Where Reader has been secretly harbouring feeling for Ayato, but they aren’t able to confess their feeling and the harsh reality that the reader isn’t of any high lineage: they just have a Dendro vision. Also a rumor has been going around, saying that Ayato is to marry a noble. So the reader resigns their feeling for Ayato, secretly wishing him a happy marriage and life. Soon after a few weeks come to past, and the reader hears that they are going to be in arrange marriage with a former warlord. But the reader is actually happily okay with it, since it will help his family live in peace. But… its not long before Kamisato siblings receives an invitation to the wedding.

❝ IT'S YOUR WORLD AND I'M NOT IN IT... ❞

word count: 2.6k

warning(s): kamisato ayato / male reader. angst. nothing else I can think of.

prompt: in the ask above but with some slight altercations.

notes: this will be a multi-part story. sorry for the long wait :(( I haven't been doing so hot when it comes to writing

fem aligned dni

The wind tasted of salt as it brushed through the foliage and structures of the Kamisato household. If this had been your first time being here, you would’ve grimaced at flavor but you’ve visited far too many times to care now. The tang of the sea’s salt had become a welcoming presence on your tongue over the course of these years, forever stained with the sugar of the sweet flowers in your tea.

Speaking of, a tray with a tea set on top of it was placed in the middle of the table, the person who had brung it welcoming himself into the conversation you were having with the man across the table. Thoma, an outlander who was shunned for his presence alone only now to be held as a handsome charmer and a respected member of the Kamisato household. He was also practically best friends with the man you were talking to.

Thoma says your name with familiarity, just as he does with Ayato, a pleasant smile resting on his pale yet reddish lips, “it’s been a while since I’ve last seen you. How’ve you been?” The question was unneeded- especially for someone like you, but it was sweet nonetheless.

“I’ve been better, to be fair.” You answered him, eyes trained on the teacup that rests on the saucer, watching the liquid ripple at every little movement made. Closing your eyes slowly for a moment, a sigh leaves your lips before they open again, fixed on the housekeeper that sat on your right, “My mother has been pressuring me to court someone for these past few weeks, hearing her voice has never been tiring but now I think I may reconsidering.”

A breathy, amused laugh leaves Ayato’s mouth and Thoma just looks at you. The blond’s eyebrow then raises, an awkward smirk pulling at the corners of his lips, “You’re looking at me like you want me to be the one to court you.”

You groan, letting go of the professional demeanor you were keeping intact, “By all seven Archons forbid you be the one to court me.” the jest causes Thoma to chuckle, “we are nothing more than schoolgirls who giggle over the latest gossip around the courtyard.”

“That I cannot argue.” Thoma agrees, bringing one of the teacups to his lips. Your wording was not false since the Kamisato housekeeper and you have exchanged the latest drama that you both had managed to get your gossip-ridden hands on each time you managed to bump into each other. Did it kindle a mischievous kind of friendship? Yes. Was the reasoning for it good? Maybe not.

“Haa..” You breathe out, folding your arms across your chest, “I just needed a good reason to get out of the house today.. thank you, Master Kamisato, for letting me reside here for a few hours.” You tipped your head down in respect to the commissioner; after all, you were nothing more than a commoner.

Ayato’s hand raises and waves slightly, “No need to thank me, it’s always nice to catch up with you. Oh, and please drop the formalities. We aren’t in public, remember?” He tells you, which causes your face to flare with heat in embarrassment. Sometimes, you forget that you’re friends with a government official and that within his private premises, he is no longer the Yashiro Commissioner but Ayato. Just Ayato.

“Forgive me.” You mutter and Thoma takes notice at the hint of adoration behind your tone. He knows. He knows everything because he’s your friend, who you spill all sorts of secrets to. If not for your flushed pleading, he would’ve told his master long ago and the two of you probably could’ve been courting by now.

A small crow flutters within the Kamisato residence and kicks up some resting dust with its wings before landing onto your left forearm. It had a small note tied to its scrawny foot, which you gingerly untied to read. The two looked at you curiously as you skimmed the contents on the ripped piece of paper and an exasperated sigh left your lips momentarily.

“I guess that’s my cue to leave.” Your lips drew back in a distasteful snarl, standing up and brushing off non-existent particles from the lap of your kimono. The crow slid up to your left shoulder, resting there and hiding its feet within its puffed chest feathers, “My mother wants me to go pick up some groceries before sundown, I guess I’ll see you both again some other time. Until then.”

You bowed respectfully to the both of them, turning to leave the residence. Thoma and Ayato’s eyes continued to linger on your figure as you made your way out, steps slow to signify the dread of going home with each drag of your foot against the rock pathway. Ayato almost wondered if you would be able to handle the scolding of your mother, only for it to be stopped as the tinker of teacups messed with his train of thought.

“For a man with such a nice family, it’s such a shame to see him so insistent on not going home.” Thoma’s voice rings pleasantly in Ayato’s ears, seeing him clean up the area you sat in, “Maybe his family is a lot more pushy on courting than anything else. Ah, but I guess that gives him more of an excuse to visit here more often. After all, it’s certainly a blessing for a commoner’s son to be friends with the Lord Commissioner, they wouldn’t be against their son to visit someone so powerful.”

His flattery certainly does not go undismissed, as Ayato could feel his cheeks heat up, “Please don’t speak of me so highly.” The shade of red that decorates his cheeks disappears as quickly as it comes, a breath of disappointment leaving his lungs, “I hope he finds his destined path of love well.”

When Ayato says this, Thoma just stares. Gaze unwavering and limbs not doing their familiar routine of cleaning up that it’s almost scary because he just stares at Ayato. So bad, he wants to tell the political figure that it’s him that you’re in love with. But, he keeps his promise to not tell him because you would for sure rip out Thoma’s windpipe if he dared to do so.

Finally, the housekeeper tears his eyes away from the higher up, bowing his head and taking the dishes away from the zataku to clean them. Thoma wants you to be happy and he also wants Ayato to be happy too. You nor the commissioner himself notices but it’s obvious how much Ayato relaxes in your presence to Thoma. He’s so fed up on how the two of you keep beating around the bush with longing stares, awkward laughter, and stuttering embarrassment to the point where he wants to scream at you both to just kiss already.

It even gets Thoma thinking: how can Ayato notice everything about the Kamisato housekeeper but not acknowledge how obviously smitten you were when it comes to him? Thoma had his suspicions beforehand and received five thousand mora from Yoimiya the day you decided to confront Thoma about your love for the Lord commissioner.

He so desperately wants to give that push to set you two up but he doesn’t want to go against your wishes, so he’ll just wait. Patience is rewarded, after all.

An exhausted groan seethes through your teeth as you trudge down the rock pathways, shoulder beginning to numb from the weight of the paper bag’s straps pulling down on your arm. The crow shrieks in your ear to hurry up before the fruit rots, into which you swat the bird with your free hand. You miss, of course, because it takes off the second your hand raises. It continues to squawk loudly, probably alerting the nearby residents with its shrill cries.

“Quit yapping, will you!?” You shout at the bird, throwing one of the many green onions in your grocery haul in its direction. The crow darts to the side with a mocking caw, diving down to fetch the vegetable before it hits the ground and swerving back to smack the side of your face with it. You growl in frustration, grabbing the green onion and using it to point at the bird, “Listen, if you don’t shut your beak, I’ll plant watermelon seeds into your stomach and use your stomach acid as water with your muscle being the dirt!”

The crow goes quiet at such a threat, a quiet chitter of obedience sputtering from it. You huff at the accomplishment of getting the bird to finally shut up, faltering when you hear whispers coming from the opened window sills. Your fingers twitch at the idea of more juicy gossip to share with Thoma, shuffling yourself so that you were under the window, just close enough to hear what the girls in the building were talking about.

“The Yashiro Commissioner!? Really..?” Her voice quickly shushes at the last word and by the way her voice begins to muffle, you take a gander that the tips of her fingers are pressed against her lips in surprise. At the mention of your friend, you're more confused than invested. ‘What did Ayato get into..?’ You think, deciding that the answer will soon spill from the ladies the more you listen.

“Yeah, I was shocked too.. I didn’t think that he would ever decide something like that. Especially considering... you know.” You weren’t sure what the other lady was hinting at but you would think it was related to his authoritative position, “But you know her, she’s never been one to lie! Everything she says has been true which makes her really credible.”

You press your back harder against the wall, the crow cocking its head in confusion. Before it could even chirp a complaint, a vine crawled up from the wall and wrapped around the bird’s beak, your vision glowing angrily. It understood the memo and its wings slumped in frustration, knowing it’ll be a while before you pry it off.

“I wish I was a noble.. anyone would be lucky to capture the heart of Kamisato Ayato. At least he found a person of his status to marry to.” Then everything began clicking the more you didn’t want it to, your heart dropping into shattered pieces like a glass cup hitting a wooden floor, “I can’t believe she managed to charm such a handsome man. Lucky~. So, so lucky.”

You can hear her voice swoon and your head does too but not in a positive way. You think you’re going to be sick. Every decision in your life was reflected on and criticized within seconds of standing there in shock. ‘Ayato is getting married. Did I even have a chance?’ If only you confessed earlier, if only you were just the slightest bit more obvious about your feelings, if only you let Thoma tell Ayato about how you felt about him, if only you tried just a smidge harder, if only- if only.. if only... if only you weren’t such a coward.

Feathers brushed against your cheek in what you assumed to be pity. Then, you realized the onslaught of tears dripping from your bottom eyelashes. Like shards of the rarest crystal marrow, they fell and continued to fall.

With a shaky step forward, you walked away from the window, small shrubbery growing beneath your feet. You didn’t want to listen anymore. All the information was clear. Ayato was going to marry and the person walking down the aisle wasn’t going to be you. The small hiccuping sob coming from yourself was dull in your ears as you trudged home, the crow shuffling closer to your face on your shoulder, reassuring you by nuzzling its beak into your hair.

When you got home that night, your mother was about to playfully scold you for coming home late but immediately faltered when she saw you crying at the doorstep with flowers sprouting at your feet. She rushed to your side and began wiping your tears after setting the bag of groceries down, then letting you sit down on the tatami mats. She was about to pluck the flowers from the wooden floors so they wouldn’t splinter too deeply into the wood before recognizing what type of flowers they were. Bleeding hearts. She glanced at you from over her shoulder and frowned. ‘That’s why you were hesitant about courting.’

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It has been a few days since you found out about Ayato. You cried for a while.. well, for 4 hours straight before you passed out and awoke to the sun shining on your face, unwelcomed and irritating. However, cooping yourself up in your house was definitely not healthy and as much as you didn’t want to face the outside world just yet, you laid on the tatami mats contemplating whether or not to get up. In the end, your mother ushered you to go get some fresh air, telling you that “your skin will break out in acne if you don't bask in the sunlight.”

Footsteps slow, your head was hung as low as your eyebags, geta dragging against the rocky walkways. Inazuma City was as bustling as always, people chattering happily, the sounds of food sizzling within restaurants, merchants promoting anything new within their shops.. all of this was just your everyday encounters. Everything sounds so annoying now. All the noises are causing a headache but that was mostly because this was the aftermath of crying for so long. You wanted to go back home but you’re pretty sure your mother is still home and will shoo you away if you were to even be six meters nearby.

Lady Luck must also not be on your side today because your gaze was so fixed on the floor you didn’t even notice there was someone in front of you. A flash of expensive shoes was not enough of a warning as your forehead bumped into the back of the person. This person, however, must have such an impressive build because you recoiled while they didn’t even budge.

Just as you were about to apologize, you looked up and caught a glimpse of light blue hair that made you freeze. Your jaw closed and screwed itself shut, forcing you to keep that quiet “sorry” locked behind your teeth. The one person you didn’t want to confront just yet, was standing in front of you, a plastic cup filled with milk tea in his hands.

Feet shuffling to dodge his line of sight, you were certainly not fast enough to dodge his attention because he says your name in that same sickly, sweet voice you fell in love with. You almost want to punch him. It seems stupid, yes, but you are angry at yourself and you want to take it out on something. You could never be mad at Ayato, though. It’s not even his fault either way but your love for him will blind you by gouging out your eyes from their sockets.

Reluctantly, your body turns to him but your gaze doesn’t do the same, finding the onikabuto that crawls pathetically on the ground much more appealing to the eye. Probably because it’s currently reminding you of yourself. Fingers digging into your palm, you finally decide to acknowledge his presence, a small “Lord Kamisato..” rasping out of your mouth.

Now, Ayato doesn’t seem to notice a lot about your behavior if Thoma is telling the truth, but the way you say his title in a pained tone does not go past his head. Then, and only then, does he see the dry streak of tears highlighting your face and his whole world stops.

love that guy

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Aftershock

Someone bought me a coffee...that's why Reader is a little bit more descriptive than usual.

Warnings: NSFW, non consensual vaginal sex, non consensual oral sex, non consensual spanking, hair pulling, gun play, Daddy kink, face slapping, violence, degradation, humiliation

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Something feels wrong in the air when you get back to the school with Riko, Suguru, and Satoru. You don’t sense a shift in cursed energy, and everything seems fine otherwise…that is until a sword impales Gojo right before your youthful eyes. Your heart throbs in rapid beats as you pull your sword out from the sheath on your skirt.

Many words are spoken, but you hear none as Suguru pulls you and Riko towards the school.

“What?” You breathe with so many questions on your tongue but none finding their way past your throat. Gulping, you shake your head. “Geto, we can’t just leave him!”

“You’ll be safer with me. I promise. We need to get Riko to safety.”

You bite back a cry as you look over your shoulder at your friend now fighting with the man who stabbed him. If he’s fully healed, then Suguru must be right. Gojo can handle him. You need to keep moving and secure the vessel for Tengen.

Too much happens at a faster rate than you can process. One second, Riko is telling Geto and you that she wants to keep living, she’s only a young girl who still has plenty of life left in her. This girl is more than just the Star Plasma Vessel, she is a bright star herself. You can’t help but hope that Geto will allow the girl to reach her wish, but then a shot rings out, and a bullet passes through the young teen’s skull right in front of you. Geto’s reaction is much the same as yours as shock courses through him.

He orders you to run, and you should listen to him, but your feet fail to move. Your eyes are trained on the man who stabbed Gojo as he walks towards you two with a gun in hand. Shaking your head to clear your mind, you reach for your sword.

Whoosh. Your hair sways with the breeze as something moves by you so quickly, and your sword vanishes from its sheath. You see this man with a scar on the edge of his lip balance your weapon in his hand.

“Hey, don’t you know it’s rude to play with something that doesn’t belong to you,” is all you can quip as you bear your teeth at him.

“’Guess I’ll just hafta play with ya instead. I think I’ll like the pretty sounds ya make when I have ya screamin’ in pain.”

His eyes glint with sinister revelations, and you’re forced behind Geto’s protective arm.

“RUN! NOW!” He pushes you towards an exit so that you can get away quicky.

This time, you must listen because the man who stabbed Gojo and just took your sword at lightning speed isn’t someone Suguru thinks you have a chance of winning against.

To be honest…you’re not even sure if you could beat him in a two-on-one. If Geto has free reign in a fight, then he doesn’t need to worry about structure damage or collateral. You would probably just be in the way. With amplification to your cursed technique, you move as fast as you can to flee the area and bring in outside help. Maybe Nanami? Mei Mei? You run as far and fast as you can to find your classmates, but where the hell is everyone?

You check classroom after classroom only to end up with nothing. It’s as if everyone left early for the day. When you go to exit the school and check the dorms, you’re pushed face first into a wall. Your heavy breasts cushion the impact, but you came so close to hitting your forehead against the hard surface.

You look over your shoulder, having to crane your neck because he towers over you. It’s him.

“Who are you?” You can’t help but wonder, needing a name to place with all of the utter chaos he’s causing. The terror he’s filling you with needs to match not just a face.

“’Name’s Toji. Now, where’s a little bunny like ya runnin’ off to? The only place ya need to be is right here.” His rather large hand finds your wrist, holding it down by your side as he leans his head down to the soft nape of your neck.

You snap your head back, trying to catch his nose with the back of your skull.

He foresees your movements and tilts his head out of the way. “Too slow, little bunny. Too fuckin’ slow.”

Toji quickly pins you to the wall by your hips. His thumbs dip into your high waisted skirt, and he can’t help but play with the fabric teasingly. “This yer little school uniform, sweetheart? Do the boys try to catch a peek when yer doin’ all kinds of big girl fighting?”

His patronization bothers you immensely. You’re an asset to this school, an accomplished martial artist and swordswoman. He’s acting as if you’re nothing but a young girl who just entered middle school!

Wrenching your wrists up to the small of your back, he works a knee in between your thighs, spreading your feet apart until the fabric of his pants is nestled right against your clothed pussy.

“Stop talking to me like that, you asshole! I’ll fucking kill you if you try anything. I swear to God, this isn’t funny!”

You jut your shoulder out, trying to gain leverage against the wall. Once again, you find your curvy tits smashed against it.

“Watch that pretty mouth, or I’ll hafta wash it out with my come,” he whispers salaciously into your ear.

You shriek and kick your foot up, trying to stomp on his toe. Your feet are too far apart, and Toji is having too much fun watching all of your attempts. The entertainment leaves him chuckling lowly, darkly, like a rattle snake with predatory intentions.

He nudges your thighs farther and farther apart. With your chest and cheek squished against the wall, wrists pinned behind your back as your spine arches, and feet more than just shoulder length apart, Toji has you bent at a very odd angle. Still, you can feel something growing, poking into the seat of your skirt.

You know exactly what that is, and you don’t want it anywhere near you.

“No…no, no, no!” Your shrill voice fills the hallway as he spins you around to face him. You didn’t notice every detail about him before, but now, you can’t help but take every malevolent inch of him in.

His tall frame, bulky with muscles that must have taken an immense amount of endurance and consistency to form. His eyes as black as a moonless night. The way even his clothes cling to him like moss on stones, enhancing every sculpted line of his abdomen. Even the faded scar on his lip seems much more prominent. The last thing you take in is his wild hair, not as long as Geto’s, but just as black as a raven’s. Everything about this man from his clothes to his nature drips with darkness.

However, this is your chance to try something, to even show him that you’re not going to stand here and take his perverted assault. Your right fist shoots out, but he slips his head, missing your fist as you aim for his jaw. Again, your next attack curves upwards, trying to slam your knuckles into his liver. As you witnessed earlier, he shows off his amazing speed once more, countering your fists with parries and punches of his own. You dodge and block his quick hands as hard as you can, sweat budding on your brow as he runs down your stamina. You have to act quick, be just as fast as him. You don’t want to deliver any kicks without a set up, and now is the perfect time as you see an opening in his stomach. A jab has you keep your other fist up by your jaw to prevent him from knocking you out, a cross to set up the kick, and the final delivery.

What you do not expect is for him to grab your fucking thigh and throw you into the goddamn wall. Your back crashes against it, a large fissure in the surface as you slump down to the ground. You roll over, getting your bearings, hefting yourself up on hands and knees. You look to your side, but he’s nowhere to be found. No, not a chance. He’s behind you.

Toji flexes his foot, stomping your left butt cheek so hard that you fall on your stomach.

“Fuck!” You scream in anger at the humiliation he’s putting you through.

Crouching down, he grabs you by your hair, pulling your head up. He gives you a smirk full of condescension. “Nice…but too fuckin’ slow, hon. Yer gonna hafta pick up the pace if ya wanna land a blow on me. I think I’d rather have ya blow my cock though. Sounds a lot more fun than this little back and forth.”

Your neck feels on the verge of snapping if he keeps this up any longer. You try to grab his wrist, to pry him off of your locks, but you only end up forcing him to pull your hair even harder. Relenting, you drop your hand from his joint and try to elbow him in the ribs. Finally, you land a decent shot, but you don’t move him. Not in the slightest. Instead, it seems you only poked the bear, but the bear is pissed nonetheless.

He bashes your head into the floor, and you use all of the cursed energy you have to protect yourself from the harm. Your brow only bloodied slightly from the abuse; your brains rattled even more.

Toji hefts you up over his broad shoulder, slinging an arm over the back of your knees, smacking your ass once as he starts walking towards a classroom.

“Ya know,” he begins as he slides open one of the shoji doors, “’should be glad ya ran away from your friend when you did. Just means I don’t have anyone gettin’ in my way.” He drops you on the desk at the front of the room.

You scrunch your eyes closed from the impact of being dropped on your back, spine hitting hard wood. Sitting up, you use your elbow as balance, but with only so much room, Toji doesn’t exactly let you get far. He drags you towards him by your ankles, a cruel grin twisting his lips as he flattens you back out on the desktop. His hands clasp your knees in a crushing grip, pushing them all the way up to your buxom chest as he slithers back in between your legs, just like when he held you against the wall.

Unable to kick, unable to knee him, unable to do much, you beat your clenched fists against his chest, attempting to strike his face even. It gets you nowhere, and you feel truly hopeless as reality dawns on you. You can do nothing as he begins biting and sucking on your collarbone and throat, leaving toothy marks and O shaped bruises in the wake of his pouty lips.

His hands once on your knees slip underneath your navy-blue skirt, fingers ghosting the waistband of your panties, pulling on the silky fabric until he tears them off completely. They fall to the floor in tatters of lavender with a white rose on the front, and you scream at him to let you go, to put an end to this torment.

“I get it! You’re bigger than me! Is that what you’re trying to prove?!” You bite at him, trying to prolong this, to keep him away from you as long as you can.

He eyes you, those midnight orbs staring into you like a dragon facing its hoard of gold. “This isn’t about me proving anything. Nah, after dealin’ with yer little friends, I need some stress relief, and yer cute little pussy is the perfect thing to take it out on.”

Already in between your legs, he has no need to pry your knees further apart, yet he does all the same. He wants a good look at the treasure he just found. His scar quirks up as he stares at your velvety folds, and he whistles with satisfaction. “I was right. It is pretty cute.”

Your tiny cunt flutters at the compliment, wet and glistening in preparation for what is to come.

He doesn’t rid himself of his clothes. He only pushes his white trousers down enough to free his cock. However, he does rip at yours, intent on causing you as much mortification as he possibly can. With your school uniform in shreds on the floor along with the sheath to your long-forgotten sword, you’re completely bare and oh-so vulnerable to this beast.

“Ya ready, hon? I just know it’s gonna be tight.” He grunts as he lines himself up with your quaking slit. “Be a good girl, n’ take a deep breath for me.”

But you hold it, and his cock jabs inside of you so hard that you wish you had listened to him. Biting your lip, you throw your head back with a yelp of pain, much like a kicked pup.

“I warned ya,” is all he has to say before he thrusts into you, hips digging into yours, carving his monumental length into your womb, breaking your virginity.

You’re too tight, too small, and he’s so huge. It hurts as he tears through tissue, but it feels pleasant as his cock begins to settle inside your walls. You can feel his veiny member twitch inside of you, can see the bliss on his face as he gets to know your most intimate parts.

Toji furthers the penetration by pressing your knees all the way up to your tits again, holding you there as he looks straight at you. “Keep those eyes open. I wanna see the look on yer face when ya come all over my cock.”

You gasp, everything about him is just so incredibly massive as he continues to bully his way inside of you. Blinking up at him with teary eyes, you give into his demands and meet his dark gaze.

Confliction takes over your body as your brain reminds you that this is rape, but your body argues that his erection is just so nice and filling. You hold back a moan when you feel him hit a tiny ball of something that causes your hips to bump up and meet his, your clit tickled by his black patch of scratchy pubes. You turn your head to the side to avoid showing him that you’re responding to his ministrations, but he slaps you, red fingerprints blooming across the apple of your cheek.

“Thought I told ya to keep those cry baby eyes on me, hon,” he sneers at you, waiting for you to face him again.

And you do. You look at him with a trembling lip as the tears finally edge their way past your waterline and fall in fat rolls, joining at your chin before trailing down to your chest, slipping and disappearing in between your heaving breasts.

You keep your focus on him, even as he frees one knee in order to spank your ass harshly. His palm comes crashing down again and again and again. Several times, a dozen times. It makes no difference to you as he blindly smacks away at whatever flesh he can find. You’re more than positive the area he just beat is a cherry red with flecks of indigo bruises. It makes you want to squeeze your eyes shut and cry out, makes you want to twist under his hold, but you don’t dare to do any of it. You have to keep your eyes on him.

“I fucking hate you,” you whisper at him with disdain tinting your features.

“Yeah? Doesn’t really matter to me,” he presses into you, causing you to arch your back just right for him.

You elicit a lewd moan from the feeling of having him pound deeply into you like the little fuck toy that you are for him. It drives him wild, only spurring him to quicken his pace as he creates a mess out of you. Tiny and stupid with big tits just made for his meaty paws. That’s all you are to this bulky man as he rapes your virgin pussy, your slit weeping around his fat cock with a mixture of blood and juices.

In a last-ditch effort to get him off of your body, you reach out and try to jab your thumbs into his eyes, but you just haven’t learned your lessen yet.

“What a naughty little girl,” he drawls out, and your body goes into another state of shock for the second time today as you feel the cold barrel of his gun against your temple. “Seems someone oughta teach ya a lesson in behavin’.” He rests his finger along the barrel, just close enough to the trigger if you were to try anything again.

Fear strangles you. You can’t breathe, too afraid that even the slightest bounce of your breasts might set him off to shoot the gun. Whimpering as you bite your lip, you nod in submission.

I won’t fight you anymore.

It’s an unspoken agreement, one that he acknowledges with the slyest of grins.

Internally, you seethe with rage yet sob with agonized torment from the guttural and feral fucking. You hate the fact that you have given in to him, you hate yourself for it most of all, but with the gun pressed to your skull as he bucks his hips into you…what choice do you really have?

Suddenly, laughter rumbles from his chest, deep and rolling like thunder in charcoal skies. “It’s kinda funny. Six Eyes is bleedin’ out somewhere, and here ya are gettin’ fucked like a little bitch in heat.”

Tears well up in your eyes as your mouth parts. How could you not have realized Toji being here means that he won against your classmates?

“What did you do to him?” You can’t help but ask, curiosity tormenting you alongside the hulk of a man mounting you.

“I fuckin’ killed ‘em, sweetheart.”

And the tears flow faster like a heavy current. It’s probably the same for Geto then. The dam breaks, and your breath hitches as you succumb to your agonized and pained wails which built up inside of you since he began playing with you.

“Don’t cry, princess. ‘S alright. I’ll take care of ya. Make ya cry for a bunch of different reasons,” he jabs at your insecurity as he wipes away your tears with the barrel of his gun.

And he lives up to his word, splitting your pussy with such vigor that you momentarily forget Gojo’s predicament as your back arches off of the table, hitting that tiny bomb embedded in your walls with the thick tip of his cockhead, causing a beautiful explosion to go off. Your body jolts as waves of pleasure overcome you more than several times, until you’re nothing but a twitching little prize on his wet dick.

Your orgasm and blood soak his entire length, and all he has to do to finish up is push the barrel in between your brows and demand you suck him off.

“Come on, sweetheart. Open wide for Daddy.”

It’s like calling himself that comes so naturally to him, like he doesn’t mind referring to himself in that way. Such a sacred relationship, and he doesn’t care one bit if he tramples over it, making a mockery of it.

You eye the hung and fat girth of his stalk, the still twitchy vein throbbing away at the prospect of filling your toothy cavern.

Again, with the barrel of the gun set between your eyes, what choice do you have but to follow along? Your obedience serves you well, but only for so long as he cocks the gun and strokes your hair with it, calling you all sorts of pretty and demented pet names while you take him so far that your nose rubs against his patch of hair surrounding the base of his length. Not trimmed in the slightest yet not overgrown, the musky scent wafts into your nostrils while you gag on his mushroom tip.

Your eyes water again as he shoves your head so far into his lower abdomen, you have to grip his hips to steady yourself as you’re overcome with lack of oxygen. Drool seeps past the corner of your lips, trailing down your chin along with those crocodile tears of yours.

“Yeah, I think this suits ya much better than being a Jujutsu Sorcerer. Put that mouth and puss to good use.”

You have a sudden urge to bite down on him, but he sees it in your glaring eyes and prevents it from happening by taping your forehead with the black weapon quite harshly in your opinion. It leaves you flinching, feeling as though a bruise might be left behind from the way he’s tap, tap, tapping you with the gun, silently ordering you to obey his every command or else.

Averting your eyes, you continue to bob your mouth along his shaft like the cheap slut he’s making you feel, and there’s nothing you can do but submit and “clean him up”. He shoves himself down your throat once more, twice more, again and again until come fills your mouth, and you’re forced to swallow it down.

His behemoth sized cock pops free past your lips, and you let your head fall back, not caring about the uncomfortableness of your skull hitting the wooden surface. You watch as Toji hops down from the desk, adjusting his pants before putting his gun away.

And that’s the last you see of Toji, your rapist, the man who snatched your virginity, the guy who couldn’t even be bothered to give you his shirt. You have to walk all the way back to the dorms with nothing on. But there’s Gojo and Geto…alive. And even though everything went horribly wrong today, at least you still have your friends.

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seresinhangmanjake · 14 days

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Stolen Angel - Part 4

Demon!Jake Seresin x reader

Summary: You thought you were having a one-night stand with some random, normal guy. Turns out he’s a winged, demon-like stalker who has been obsessed with you for years.

Warnings/Notes: Jake is a little dark. Kidnapping. Manipulation. Obsessive behavior. I’m sure there are typos. This used to be a different fic for August Walker, so if you see it, it’s fine. I wrote that one too.

Words: 1793

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

“You didn't eat.”

You don’t flinch at the intrusion of his voice, not this time. While it was peaceful without his deep tone in your ear, you knew him finding you was inevitable, and honestly, you’re surprised it took him this long. Although, it’s possible that he didn’t need to find you at all; he could have been watching you from afar. Just because you haven’t seen his face in almost twenty-four hours doesn’t mean he hasn’t seen yours, and you’ve certainly provided him with an unobstructed view. But then you wonder why he hasn’t dragged you back to your room.

You weren’t going to run. You just needed to see it, feel it, for yourself. Maybe that’s why he’s let you be; why he’s not scolding you until your brain melts. Maybe he knows that you won’t have logic overpowering your emotions when it comes to this, because even if you had some semblance of which direction to go in, you wouldn’t know what to do once you got there. To be anywhere other than here, like it or not you need him. You need his guidance and support, and worst of all, his permission.

“I ate some of it,” you confess.

“Not enough,” he says.

When he steps in front of you, his body eclipses the sun. The field around you untouched by his shadow still radiates its vibrant shades while you sit in the darkness he is creating. You look up, and his blond hair is glowing almost blindly from the backlight of the sun.

“Why are you out here, Angel?”

You turn your attention to your hand that’s nestled in the grass. “I had to see if it was real,” you say softly as you twirl your finger around a green blade.

He hums. “And are you satisfied with what you've found?”

Satisfied? You could scoff. What a foolish question; a disrespectful question. You can’t be satisfied with what you don’t understand. Feeling the dirt between your fingers and toes doesn’t provide you with the wealth of clarity he has been denying you. Clarity that you’re owed.

“Come on,” he says at your lack of reply, reaching out a hand. “Out of the grass.”

“Tell me what this place is,” you say.

“I can explain it to you later. You’re not completely healed and we need to—”

“No,” you snap, meeting his eyes. “Now. Explain it to me now.”

Jake sighs, his hand dropping back to his side. “Angel—”

“I could become a lot more difficult, you know.”

He lets out a huff of a chuckle. Little crinkles form in the corners of his eyes. “Yes, I do know.”

“Then tell me.”

His smile settles. He mutters something under his breath before he glances over your head to the structure behind you. When you turn to get a look at what has stolen his attention, you find only an empty doorway.

“You want me to like you, don’t you?” you ask, knowing that will draw him back to you.

A blond brow raises in curiosity and suspicion. “This will make you like me?”

“It would help,” you lie. “The truth is important to me, and I don’t understand how you can expect me to want to be here if I have no clue what ‘here’ is.”

As he bites the inside of his cheek, you begin to worry that the promise of your affection is not a strong enough offer—that he might want more than just your words, he’ll want proof that you intend to follow through with what you say by your actions—but then he turns where he stands and lowers himself into the grass beside you. He’s close, and when his wing brushes over yours as he makes himself comfortable, he’s quick to pull it away, as if your feathers could set his aflame.

Clearing his throat, he runs a hand through his hair before he rests his elbows on his bent knees. “It’s called The Tower,” he eventually says. “It was a prison, technically, until about two months ago.”

“A prison,” you repeat. “How fitting.”

He shoots you a look. You’ve offended him and you need to reign yourself in. “If you bothered to behave, it wouldn’t have to feel like one,” he informs you.

You hold back from rolling your eyes. You’re the textbook definition of a prisoner and you both know it. He can deny it to your face all he wants, but you have a right to feel like this place is a prison, even if it doesn’t exactly have the look of a prison. At least, not where you’re from. You don’t know of many ‘cells’ that include wardrobes, open windows, double beds with thick coverings, and fireplaces. Before you left your room you were imagining many possibilities for the cage you’ve been kept in, but among those were large estate or small castle, not a home for the naughty winged people.

“It’s awfully fancy for a prison,” you say.

“Our offenses weren’t so horrible.”

Our?

Your brows almost shoot off your forehead until you take a half-second to soak it in and then accept the shame of being shocked. “Of course, you’re a criminal,” you say, nodding to yourself. “Did you kidnap a few other innocents and turn them into monsters, too?”

Jake doesn’t look you in the eye as he swallows hard, so you turn your head back to the horizon. “You’re not a monster, Angel. You’re perfect,” he tells you, then shakes his head. “But no. There were no others. I broke a rule—the same rule—a few times, which got me three separate six-month sentences in five years. Four months into my last one, the prison was dissolved here and set up elsewhere. Everyone was released; I stayed.”

Your brow pinches. “Why would you stay in the place you were captive?”

“I liked my room—well, your room right now. I liked the view. I thought it would be a good place for us once you joined me,” he says. “Secluded. Intimate.”

Stomach flipping, your heartbeat gives a sharp thud. Instinctually, you think to move away, make an early retreat back to your room, but for once he’s actually answering your questions and you can’t sacrifice that in case you’re never given the same chance.

“What was the rule that you broke?” you ask.

“Out past curfew, so to speak.”

“Out where?”

Jake goes silent, contemplating, then he says, “That's enough for now.”

But it’s not enough for you. “Out where?” you press to no response, so with a huff, you push off the ground to stand.

He grabs your wrist as you’re about to take a step. “Sit,” he says. “I'll tell you if you stay.”

Subtly smirking at the win, you return to the grass.

Jake blows out a breath. “The Below,” he tells you.

“The Below…” You roll the words around on your tongue. They mean nothing to you until Jake makes a face like he might come to regret what he’s just done, and then they mean everything. “My world?”

Jake groans. “How many times do I have to tell you that that is not your—”

“You were there more than just that one time?” you interrupt, stunned that you momentarily forgot that your home is where he met you. It must have been the anger or fear or lasting daze from the week of pain, but somehow it didn’t register that you could potentially return as well. “How?”

“No more questions,” he scolds.

“But I thought you wanted me to like you,” you counter.

Shifting to sit on your hip with your legs bent at your side, you set your hand on top of his. He stares at the new touch, then his thumb begins to rub along the line of your index finger in soft, slow motions.

He doesn’t stop his staring. He doesn’t stop his thumb’s gentle caressing. “Yes, I was there more than just that one time.”

Despite your carefully restrained excitement at the plethora of new information, you forget the game you’re playing and jerk your hand away from his just as he’s about to intertwine your fingers. “So you can go whenever you want?” you ask. “Then take me.”

At the demand, his teeth clench, jawline sharpening. “No, I cannot go whenever I want, and no, I am not taking you.”

“Why not!”

“Because you are right where you should be,” he says decisively.

You feel his heightening irritation, so you quickly place your palm on his shoulder and slide it down to his toned bicep where it stays.

“I just want to see it,” you tell him before you scoot yourself closer to his side, your hip a couple inches shy of pressing against his. He looks down to where your bodies are nearly touching, then back up at you. You try a light smile. “Please, Jake.”

His eyes lock on to your smile, your lips. He darts his tongue out to wet his own, and you prepare yourself for the kiss you’re sure he’s about to give you—a kiss you won’t say no to if it helps get you home—but it’s a kiss that never comes. He just thinks; drinks in your smile and thinks.

The green of his irises in the sunlight is overwhelming when directed at you for such a long pause, and you don’t initially notice when he opens his mouth.

“If you show me that you can listen to me and do as I tell you, I’ll consider it,” he finally says.

Your head flinches back, mind immediately going to the worst of what he could want from you. “What will you be telling me to do?”

“To start, you’re going back inside. You haven’t finished healing and because you took yourself on a little adventure, you stressed your wing and now part of it is inflamed. You need rest.”

You must have been so mentally preoccupied that you blocked out all physical transmission to your brain because it’s only when he says it that you feel the return of the ache.

“And you’re going to eat,” he continues. “Everything, this time.”

“Fine,” you relent.

“You’re going to wear something made of more comfortable fabric than that,” he gestures to your smock, “And you’re going to stop arguing with me over every damn thing. You can’t change what’s been done, so being pissed at me doesn’t do you any good.”

It takes extra effort to muster up an agreement to that last one. Your swallow you can only compare to trying to get down a sponge soaked in wet cement. “Fine,” you grit out.

“Fine,” he says, standing. He extends his hand out toward you again. “Let’s see if you’re capable of behaving, Angel.”

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basichextechml · 1 year

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Wet Braids and Ribbon Ties

Wednesday Addams/Fem!Reader

Rating: Teen // 2.4K Words // No pronouns used for reader, but implied Fem, Soft as hell, Teen for graphic jokes and it being somewhat suggestive at the end, Wednesday being someone emotionally vulnerable, Makeout sesh

A storm brings you closer to Wednesday than you’d ever thought it could.

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Pattern recognition was a necessary trait of human evolution, and essential for the continued survival of any species. Those that came before you had used it to scavenge food, tame animals, create languages, and form communities. Sure, you were still doing these things, but it was less urgent, society collectively pushing past those base instincts to refine such senses. Vaguely, you wondered if your ancestors would be a bit disappointed that your brain’s neocortex was being used to psych yourself out over the sight of braids. While they were trying to figure out what berries and fruits wouldn’t kill them, you were worrying about Wednesday Addams and her twin braids that seemed to haunt you. Though, you guess it wasn’t their fault that you had pavlov'd yourself into associating the hairstyle with pretty brown eyes and a penchant to make your heart race.

It was all made much worse by the storm that had been rapidly approaching Nevermore. Again, ancestors fighting for their lives in the elements- while you were fighting for your life at the sight of Wednesday with water droplets clinging to her lashes.

Wednesday’s investigation into the murders around the town had all but halted, all her leads running dry. The Sheriff wasn’t responding to her evidence, and Xavier hadn’t made any moves- but she still felt a pull in her chest, like something was missing. She had requested (demanded) that you follow her to the Gates mansion to poke around once more. Enid had vehemently rejected both of your requests to follow.

“What time are we going then?” You ask, leaning against her bed frame as you watch her fill up a bag with flashlights, rope, and a first aid kit.

She zips the bag shut in finality, “Tomorrow night, after curfew. We’ll have to walk, so wear a jacket.” It seems she never got over the time you wore a tank top in 45-degree weather and you kept putting your freezing hands on the back of her neck.

“Isn’t there a storm coming, though?” She raises an eyebrow as if asking ‘so?’, “We don’t know how structurally sound that place is, what if it floods?”

Wednesday lets out a quiet huff, lips pursed in a thin line, contemplating your words. Finally, she concedes. “You’re right, be ready to leave at 4. I’ll meet you in front of your dorm.”

Okay, yeah that seemed more reasonable-

“4? Like four in the morning?” You questioned incredulously, arms crossed in front of your chest.

There was a ghost of a smile at your confusion, an inherent pride to it. “I thought you wanted to beat the rain?”

While Wednesday had pavlov'd herself into being associated with the debilitating symptoms of falling in love, you also came to associate the girl and her long, dark braids with the troubling feeling of everything going wrong at once.

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Stupid Pavlov. Stupid neocortex. Stupid pattern-seeking brain.

Due to years of evolution, you were now trudging through cold sheets of rain in a forest with the girl you liked looking for clues on a murder investigation at 4:48 in the morning. Your boots making contact with the mud made terrible squelching noises as you both slowly made your way back to Nevermore, the only sound between you being that of twigs snapping beneath your weight.

This endeavor had resulted in nothing, it was a long shot if Wednesday was being honest. She had already found the evidence once in the basement, and it had been moved when she came back. Why would the perpetrator come back to the home? She had no clue- but she had nothing else to go on, and was feeling a bit -to her disgrace- defeated. While she was in the middle of looking around the basement for the umpteenth time, the storm predicted on the forecast came early, The house, just as you had predicted, began flooding, cutting her even deeper.

Now, with no fruits born of her labor, and your cold hand in hers guiding her through the dawn of a new day; you were slowly and surely going home.

As the lights of Nevermore Academy shone through the thicket of the forest, you both continued on your leisurely pace, despite the pouring rain. You both were already wet, running would do you no good now. Despite the shiver that ran down your spine at the nipping cold, you were fine with staying outside a little longer.

“I’m sorry,” Wednesday said suddenly. The apology nearly made you stop in your tracks, looking at her in disbelief. Never had Wednesday apologized to you- for anything.

The look on your face, as if you weren’t trusting the words she was saying, snapped at the strings of Wednesday’s heart. Enid’s words come back to haunt her, tearing into her about her inconsiderate nature. She’s sure you’d been made to feel that way as well. It was confusing. She should feel overjoyed at the misery of others. But seeing you by her side, being soaked head to toe by the rain, chilled to the bone? She was just as miserable as you.

“I’m sorry.” She reiterates, knowing fully that you heard her the first time.

“You don’t have to apologize-”

“I do.” The words are biting, and that does stop you in your tracks, inadvertently stopping her as well. Wiping the rain from your eyes, you look down at your interconnected hands. This was the longest you had ever touched her. The longest she’d ever let you touch her. “I have been… Selfish, as of late. And for that, I apologize. I am single-minded, I put you in danger, and I…”

You watch with a hitched breath as she avoids eye contact. This is difficult for her. Her shoulders are rigid, her mouth tense, and her hands twitching. The rain pelts down on you both, and you suddenly feel like you’re the main characters in a film.

“I believe I’ve hurt you, so I’m sorry.”

She looks terribly beautiful, hair sticking to her face in waves, her lips, and her nose the brightest red you’ve seen on her, doe eyes big with her eyeliner running from the rain. You simply squeeze her hand thrice. As unhealthy as it may sound, you had already forgiven her for anything she had done long ago- and you’d continue to do so, as long as she kept dragging you around with her hand in yours.

“Thank you, Wednesday. I accept your apology.” And, again, you mean it. Pulling her a bit closer, just so your shoulders knock together, you begin your journey once again. “Now come on, I think we should both get dry before we die horrible deaths from contracting pneumonia.”

“I believe we have conflicting ideas on what constitutes a “horrible death”.”

“I’m sure we do, Wednesday.”

You both gingerly sneak through the door and through the foyer, tracking mud on the carpet up the stairs. Wednesday makes you stop once you get to the top, and take off your shoes so you don’t track the mud back to the dorms- so Principle Weems doesn’t suspect you two. Though, you think it’s a lost cause because you’re both the number one suspects for anything slightly off that happens.

Your dorm is closer, and quietly, in the early morning embers, you usher Wednesday into your room, locking the dorm behind you.

The single dorm you resided in was smaller than the rest, the space easily filled up by your belongings. But you wouldn’t be caught dead asking to switch, you liked having your privacy- a rarity at a boarding school.

Wednesday is already making herself at home, leaving her shoes at the door and shrugging off her coat and scarf. “You can shower first.”

“Are you sure?” You ask, doing the same. Wordlessly, she takes your own jacket from your hands, spreading it on the floor next to hers. The space heater you have for nights like these is already cranked on high.

“Yes,” Wednesday confirms, sitting down in front of the machine, “I just need some time to think.”

“Alright, I’ll be quick.”

You’re true to your word, grabbing your pajamas and heading to the bathroom. The shower feels nice on your frigid skin, and you make sure everything is still organized for when it’s Wednesday’s turn. An extra towel is left on the sink once you’re done. She’s sitting in the exact spot you’d left her, the lines troubling her forehead just as prominent. You search through the black clothes in your closet, pulling out a pair of sweats and a matching sweater with some socks, and tapping her shoulder. “Your turn,” You mumble, presenting your offering.

Her fingers linger on yours, the shadows and movements emphasized by the low lights in your room. The clothes are held away from her still-wet body, and she gets up, closing the bathroom door behind her. As you hear the shower start again, you put your towel on the floor, mopping up any water that had dripped off of her.

This evening hadn’t gone as you thought it would’ve. It was like that morality test, if an oncoming train had its brakes cut, and you had to choose between crushing six people or one, what would you choose? You, of course, were all seven people- you would die either way. That made Wednesday the train, didn’t it?

Before you knew it, the door to your bathroom opened again, Wednesday stepped out in your clothes, using the towel you’d given her to scrunch the water out of the ends of her hair.

Your mouth felt dry like you were at the dentist getting a tooth pulled, and they had to suction all the saliva from it.

“Do you have a brush?” She asked. Getting up from your spot on the floor, you flitted around your desk, grabbing the one you’d left next to your vanity mirror. Holding it for a moment, you contemplated your next words.

“Could I do it?”

Time stood still in your dorm, fingers nervously pushing over the prongs on your brush as you awaited a response.

Wednesday felt warm. Swallowing her tongue and sitting down on your bed, cross-legged. “You may.”

Her hair was long and thick, pitch black as the night sky, and softer than anything you’d felt before. She smells faintly of your shampoo, and you find yourself light-headed as you gingerly rake your fingers through the ends of her hair, ridding it of any tangles. Starting at the ends, you slowly brush through the damp hair, working your way up. It’s longer than you had initially thought, undone of its iconic braided style.

Wednesday felt nearly naked with her hair unstyled and wet in your hands. The brush working against her scalp treated her so tenderly. As if you would rather walk through the fires of hell than yank against a strand of her head. She licked her lips, eyes suddenly watery. She had forgotten what tenderness had felt like these past few years. She believed she didn’t need it. Maybe she was wrong.

Using your nail to part her hair in two, you push both sections over her shoulders, and the bed creaks as you get off to sit in front of her.

The girl who avoided your gaze when apologizing earlier is gone, and instead wholly intent on looking at you as you finger comb through the section of hair on her left shoulder. Deftly, you split it into another three, even sections, slowly beginning to put together her signature braids. Wednesday watches as your lashes flutter while you concentrate, enamored with how you lick your lips and twitch your nose. You’re engrossed in her. Sitting here in your clothes, letting you do her hair, she must be equally captivated.

You get to the end of the first braid before you notice an issue. “I don’t have a tie,” You announce, pouting.

“I left them in the bathroom,” Wednesday says, already getting up. But you stop her.

“Wait-” And you're leaning over to your desk, rummaging through the top drawer. Pulling out two strands of black ribbon, you’re back in your spot in front of her. She’d seen them in your hair before. Setting one down in your lap, nimble fingers keep her braid in place while the other positions the ribbon. Soon enough, she had a perfect little bow tying the braid together. You start immediately on the next one.

Wednesday Addams has bows in her hair.

Once you’re confident they’re even, you lean back, eyes immediately shooting up to her neglected bangs. Taking the forgotten brush, you lean in. Much closer than necessary for the task, but instead of pushing you away, she tries to see if she can feel your breath. Rounding off her bangs, you discard the brush for a final time, hands coming up to finger curl the longer ends, framing the hollow of her cheeks perfectly. Your hands settle on the curves of her jaw.

Her pupils are blown wide, eyes narrowed dangerously, and you feel like a meek hare in front of a desert viper. You’re sure her venom would sting, and you’d be happy to let it flow through you.

She lets her fangs sink into you, pulling you in until her lips connect with yours. Unlike her demeanor, she was soft against you, hands coming up to the nape of your neck to keep your lips flush against hers. The warmth of your sweater and your hands and your lips are too much and not enough, and when you finally pull away to catch your breath- cheeks hot and eyes lidded- she finds you irrevocably adorable. She understands why Anaconda kill and eat their mate. If you don’t stop looking at her like that, you’ll undoubtedly meet the same demise. Wednesday finds herself pushing you down, pillows cushioning your fall as you lazily bring her back into your embrace.

As the clocks crawl forward, you both stay the same, warm and flush against one another. And as the clock strikes 8:30am, you’re both broken from your reverie.

“Good Morning everyone,” Principle Weems sounds from the intercom, “Due to the storm, faculty has made the decision to cancel classes and extracurricular activities for the remainder of the week. If the storm lets up, this schedule is subject to change. Stay dry everybody!”

A bit late for that.

“We’ll be staying here.” Wednesday decides for you both, already pulling you back in. You kiss against her jaw in agreement, fingers pulling apart the bows in her hair.

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rafesveryrealgf · 1 year

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Lavender Sunflower - Lights Out

Warning: kissing, Soft!rafe, insecure!reader, small argument, moody!reader, female!reader, cursing

You’d never been much of an insecure person. You were fairly happy with yourself most days. Of course there were some things you didn’t absolutely love about yourself some days but it never majorly affected you. That was until you got pregnant.

It was your first pregnancy. You were noticing so many changes with your body and you weren’t loving them. You felt selfish. Selfish for disliking — for not appreciating the body that was producing your baby and keeping him healthy. You never told Rafe about these thoughts because you knew he’d feel obligated to uplift you and you didn’t want that. But he absolutely had his suspicions. He just never brought it up because he didn’t want to make you feel worse about it.

Rafe laid sideways, leaning down a bit to kiss your stomach as you both laid in bed after a long day. You smiled down at him as he talked to your stomach, following his words with a few kisses here and there on your belly. Once he finished up his ‘talk’ he kissed his way up your stomach, eventually finding his lips on your neck, then your jawline.

“I love you, you know that?” Rafe murmured against your skin.

“I’d hope so.” You giggled, running your fingers through the dirty blonde strands that once sat on his forehead before you pushed them back to get a clear look at his beautifully structured face.

“Love everything about you.” He added, then continued to add some more kisses down your neck. “Carrying my son so perfect.”

You frowned at that. But Rafe didn’t notice. You didn’t think it was possible for him to love everything about you.

He lifted his head up when you said nothing back and began kissing the corner of your mouth before landing his lips on yours. And you, of course, kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to get him as close as possible. He moved to fully hover on top of you, both of his hands now propped up beside either side of your head, making sure he didn’t put too much of his body weight on your belly. Rafe leaned up and pulled his shirt over his head before leaning his head back down and kissing you some more.

His tongue slid between your lips and before you could even muster up any words his hand was underneath your oversized shirt, palming your breast.

“Rafe,” you said softly.

“Hmm?” He answered, absentmindedly, too caught up in the moment.

“Hold on.” You leaned up a bit, making Rafe sit up. You rolled on your side and reached over to the lamp on the nightstand, turning it off.

The room went pitch black which is exactly what you wanted.

You didn’t even have to see Rafe’s face to know he was giving you a confused look.

“Why’d you do that?” He chuckled slightly, in confusion.

“Just because.” You laid back down and shrugged in the dark. You could still feel Rafe hovering over you.

“Hm. Weird.” He didn’t ponder on it for much longer before he began to nip at your skin once again.

“Why’s that weird?” You asked, your tone giving off a slight hint of attitude.

You didn’t exactly know why that had triggered you because he had every right to be confused, but it did. It could’ve been your hormones picking with your brain, but you wouldn’t admit that to Rafe.

Rafe was officially not in the mood anymore. He stopped what he was doing all together and moved back to his side of the bed.

“Nothing.” He replied. He got the hint that you weren’t in the mood for any smart replies. “Is there a reason you want the lights off? ‘Cause you’ve never wanted them off before.” He couldn’t help himself. He needed answers.

Of course there was a reason,

but you didn’t reply. You just rolled over on your side — Away from Rafe and pulled the blanket up to your chin. Rafe propped his head up on his folded arms that now laid behind his head.

Rafe was confused, but he made a mental note, long ago when you first got pregnant to never question your hormones. It never ends well for him.

When you didn’t respond for a while he sighed and shifted onto his stomach, placing his arms underneath his head, eventually falling asleep.

You and Rafe were supposed to go down to the beach with Alex and Topper soon. It was a usual thing you all did when you and Rafe had nothing to do on the weekend, but today you didn’t want to go. You felt even more shitty about yourself than you had last night.

You were staring at yourself in the body mirror, had been for at least ten minutes at this point — your bikini exposed your swollen belly and you hated that. Your bathing suit cover draped over your inner forearms so you could get a better look at yourself. You were on the verge of tears.

“You ready to go?” Rafe pushed open the bedroom door, You were caught off guard and swiftly put your cover up back on — as if he hadn’t seen every inch of your body a million times already.

He had no shirt on along with board shorts — more than ready to go to the beach. You had kept him waiting, coming up with some random excuse as to why he needed to leave the room while you changed into your bikini.

“You okay, baby?”

Rafe knew you all too well. You weren’t okay.

“I feel huge, Rafe.” You waddled over to the bed and plopped down on the edge.

“You’re carrying our baby inside of you, I think that’s normal.” He sighed and sat beside you on the bed, rubbing the small of your back to comfort you.

You didn’t respond, you only huffed and threw your head into your hands.

“I feel like shit.” You groaned, completely disregarding his previous words.

He noticed you had been off since last night but hadn’t mentioned it to avoid any arguments.

Rafe removed your hands from your face with his unoccupied one. “Is this what last night was about?” He questioned, worriedly.

You weren’t exactly sure how to tell him that you despised the body carrying his first born son, but he wasn’t an idiot. He knew something was up and you couldn’t lie to him, he’d see right through you.

You frowned at his words, hating how obvious it was that you were insecure about him seeing your body now.

You nodded, no longer having the energy to hide it from him.

Rafe shifted onto his knees in front of you and placed his hands on top of your exposed belly.

“Look at me,” he softly grabbed your chin and tilted your chin up to look at him. You closed your eyes at his touch. “The only thing you need to be worried about is that you and our son are healthy, the rest doesn’t matter.” He assured you, to which you nodded.

He was right. And you knew he was.

“You’ll always be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on, Y/n.” He promised. His blue eyes stared intently into your eyes. A small, innocent, smile appeared on your lips.

Your eyes swelled up with tears at that, your hormones were getting the best of you. He eventually stood up and wrapped his arms around your neck as you hugged him around the waist. “I love you,” you murmured.

“And I love you,” he leaned down, planting a quick kiss to the top of your head. “Now get your sexy ass up, We’ve got places to be!” He exclaimed, jokingly, as he helped you stand up from the bed.

You laughed and did as told.

#obx #outerbanks #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafecameron #topper thornton #rafe x you #rafe cameron imagine #drew starkey #rafe outer banks #outer banks #rafe is my bf

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moremaybank · 1 year

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WRONG — r.c

pairing rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary you and rafe have an agreement. just sex, no feelings. (based on the song "wrong" by zayn feat. kehlani)

warnings 18+, mostly smut, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, semi-public sex, handjob, use of restraints (cuffs), switch!rafe i guess?? (reader takes control), language, let me know if i missed any

author’s note finally found a small speck of motivation to write. also i adore this song, so i took the excuse to write a fic based on it

rafe masterlist

oh, we're not in the same place

show me in the same light

feels right when we take flight

clothes off 'cause she's so soft

this ain't a fair fight

i wanna shed light on the subject

i'll get her wetter than ever

four letters are never the question

she likes when i'm messy

and i like when she's undressing

rafe understood your body on an unfathomable level, more than anyone you'd ever given yourself over to. he knew what made you tick. he knew what made your eyes roll back and your legs tremble beyond measure. he knew which spots on your body would make you crumble if he kissed them or scraped his teeth against. with just a filthy sentence whispered into your ear, he would make you submit to him with the snap of a finger.

the two of you fit together perfectly, like a puzzle that had just been completed, with every piece in its rightful place. and this held true with every encounter between the two of you.

"oh, rafe," you mewled as you gripped the edge of the counter you were placed on. your knuckles were sore as you held on tightly, trying to keep yourself in place as rafe fucked you.

you could feel the bass from the blaring music vibrating the house's structures and hear the party-goers right outside. it filled you with an immense thrill as you thought about how all it would take was one person to open the restroom door and catch the two of you in the act.

"that feel good, baby? tell me who knows this pussy best. let me hear it, let everyone in this goddamn party hear it," he gritted through his teeth as his fingers dug into the plush flesh of your thighs. "who makes you feel this fucking good?"

"you, rafe. fuck, right there," you responded.

rafe brought your legs to hook over his muscular shoulders, practically bending you in half as he pummelled into you. one hand found your throat, choking you as he held you upright.

"yeah? you gonna be good and cream all over me, princess? show me how much you wanna make me proud?" he brought a hand down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles onto it as he felt your legs begin to shake against both of his shoulders.

"yes, yes, yes. shit," you gasped, your head leaning against the bathroom counter behind you felt the coil deep in your belly strengthen. you knew you were about to snap, and rafe could feel how close you were as your walls pulsated around him, the grip they had on his cock becoming tighter. "rafe!"

rafe used his grip on your throat to draw your face to his, and he kissed you breathless as you both fell over the edge. he groaned into your mouth as your tongues stroked against each other.

he pulled away, leaning his forehead against your own as he felt his cock unload inside of you. he drew his cock out, watching his cum start to seep out of your entrance, but he was quick to stop it as he stuffed his fingers inside of you, pushing his release back inside you.

you shuddered as his fingers massaged your walls, and you whined at his touch.

"i want you to do something for me, baby," rafe spoke, withdrawing his fingers from you and shoving them inside your mouth so you could taste the mixture of both of your releases. he felt your tongue slither around his digits as you savoured the heavenly concoction. "i want you to go back out there, and let my cum drip down your thighs. that way, if anyone tries to get a look at that sweet little pussy, they'll know i've already claimed it."

but it didn't matter how perfect things were physically between you because the minute you two got entangled with each other, you and rafe made it explicitly clear; it was just about the sex. you craved a deep stress reliever, and rafe craved the same.

and that's all that it was.

you're looking in the wrong place for my love

don't think because you're with me this is real

you're looking in the wrong place for my love

don't stop what you're doing 'cause i like how you're doing it

despite the fact that things between the two of you would never be classified as more than a hook-up, that did nothing to stop you guys from drowning in each other at any given moment. neither of you was looking for love, or even companionship for that matter, but the sex was too good to let go of.

and if there was no viable reason to stop, why would you?

"don't get too attached to this cock, princess. you know what this is," rafe mumbled against your skin. he let his lips adorn the skin of your neck as you rode him in the backseat of your car.

"in your dreams, cameron. i just came here for your dick. nothing else."

"hm, is that so?" he asked, his arms wrapping around your frame tightly, keeping you in place. he began to fuck up into you, the sound of his thighs smacking against the backs of yours and your ass. "you really think any other dick is gonna fuck you this deep?"

you clung to him, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you let him plunge against your g-spot. your breath hitched, and you cried out, "don't fucking stop. jesus fucking christ."

that wasn't exactly the answer rafe was expecting, but it still gave him the satisfaction of knowing he was right.

"didn't think so," he smirked to himself as his thrusts became punishing and unrelenting. "no one will ever fuck you as good as i do. remember that."

here with you 'cause you got the right vibe

seems like you probably got a dope mind

but it's gotta be the right time

we're only good for the night time

i see through your demeanor, baby, i'm a pleaser

i go out my way to treat you, but i can't be a teacher

'cause i'm a problem with problems, i know who i am and i'm not no good

you can have me tonight or never, i thought you understood

baby, some people are meant to be loved and others just naked

so take what i'm willing to give and love it or hate it

you and rafe were inexplicable messes, through and through. forever on power trips, you thrived off of being in control and that bled through every shared rendezvous.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" rafe questioned, watching as you cuffed each of his wrists to your bedposts. "i thought you understood my rules. i'm the one in charge here."

"you said that. i, however, didn't," you replied, smirking at him. "let me share my rules with you. you're gonna sit here and let me use you in every single way i can think of, and if you behave, maybe i'll even be nice and let you have some fun of your own."

you spat onto your palm and wrapped it around rafe's hard cock. you started to jerk him, taking your time as you watched the fire ignite behind his eyes. his hips stuttered subconsciously, and you used your free hand to keep him from moving.

"this is bullshit. you fucking need me, and you know it," rafe gruffed. "if you don't uncuff me, i swear to god i'll fuck you right into this mattress."

"shhh," you cooed, shushing him with the index finger of your free hand. you kissed him sensually, leaving your lips only millimetres away from his as you mumbled against him. "i'm in control here, baby. and don't get it twisted. i don't need you. i need your cock. there's a difference."

you nipped at his bottom lip, tugging it out and letting it go with a snap as you kept up your motions on his cock. "now are you gonna be quiet and let me fuck you until you're begging to cum or not?"

he nodded, and you hovered over his hips, allowing yourself to sink onto his cock.

"you feel so fucking good, rafe. so deep, shit."

you started to roll your hips, letting every inch of his thick length massage your cunt's walls. he filled you up in a savorous manner, and it made your mouth water. you could feel him everywhere; in the tips of your fingers and toes, throughout your arms and legs, in your chest, hell, in your damn throat. he surrounded you, overwhelmingly so, but in the best way possible.

"f-fuck," he moaned, slumping against the headboard as you rose to your feet and started to bounce up and down on his cock. your walls were so velvety and warm and wet, you felt like ecstasy wrapped around him, and he could no longer focus on the lack of control he possessed in that moment.

you were like a drug, unlike any other one he'd ever tried, and you were ten times more addictive. he wasn't sure how he would ever overcome the vice-gripped chokehold you and your pussy had on him.

you took every opportunity to remind him that you only wanted one thing from him, and you were also sure to put him in his place. you could take control of the situation just as easily as he could, and you would never let him forget it.

i don't, i don't really know

i don't, i don't really care

maybe keep it on the low

stories that i don't wanna share

it was simple; less talking, more fucking.

you didn't care about what had him so worked up or angry whenever he came by to see you, and vice-versa. there was no need for small talk or chit-chat. all you craved was a release.

rafe would use your body and do whatever he pleased. he'd take you any time, anywhere. edging you until you cried for him. fucking you until all you could do was let him fuck him to his cock's content. slurping and lapping at your cunt until you physically couldn't take anymore.

and you would ride him until he was whimpering and begging for a break. your hand would stay wrapped around his throat, keeping his heated gaze locked on yours as you brought him to your mercy as many times as you wished. sucking his cock, letting him touch the back of your throat and allowing him to feel you gag around him as you chose his dick over the oxygen vital for your survival.

neither of you cared about what lay underneath the surface or what pushed you so far that you needed to search for physical solace in the other's body.

none of that other stuff mattered. what did matter was that you were able to blow off some steam with no limits regarding how you did so.

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robinette-green · 23 days

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TW: Blood/nose-bleeds

How would Sun and Moon (both human and animatronic) feel/react to the reader having nose-bleeds?? Especially when it’s the first time they see reader have ‘em. As someone who has a lot of them, and quite frequently too, I have wondered about this, quite a lot

And I’ll completely understand if you don’t want to answer, this is (in many ways) a weird question, I’m just curious is all

I don’t think it’s a weird question! (I used to get nose bleeds a lot when I was younger so I know how it goes 😅)

Human Sun (Solaris): He’d panic. Depending on the AU, Solaris usually has a handkerchief on him and would fumble for it frantically before gently taking MC’s face into his hands and holding the kerchief to their nose all the while babbling about how everything would be alright.

“A-AH! Hold on! I have a-! Here it is! Here! Keep your head down! It’ll be okay! Promise! Did you hit your nose? What happened? Everything’s going to be alright! W-we’ll get the bleeding to stop and then get you cleaned up! Oh dear.”

(Meanwhile MC probably had it handled and is bemused at Solaris’s panic.)

Animatronic Sun: This Sun would also panic. Rays shooting out in shock before pulling in in destress. He’s got tissues for when the little ones have runny noses and would scramble to get them.

“DEWDROP! Y-you’re bleeding! I’ve got- I have! Where did I put them! Here! Oh! Try not to get any blood on the floor! Tilt your head forward! Come sit over here! It’s okay! Are you okay? It’ll be okay!”

(Sun’s biggest worry is you but he’s also a little concerned about any blood that gets on anything. It is a bio hazard)

Human Moon (Lucien): He’s panicking but doing his best not to let it show. Lucien would probably take MC’s face into his hands and look for any damage or distress before finding something to stanch the flow of blood.

“What have you done to yourself. Come here, let me see.” He’d use a calm voice and if MC was upset he’d provide forehead kisses and murmur reassurances.

Actually he’d probably provide forehead kisses anyway. His silly little starlight started to bleed out of nowhere.

Animatronic Moon:

I wrote a little bit about Animatronic Moon handling a Reader nose bleed in A Door You’re Unable to Close (though it’s brought on by MC slamming face first into a play structure)

I’ll slip that down below.

I cowered on the floor, hands clamped over my ears as Sun struggled and screamed, his shift over to Moon a painful one as Sun fought to prevent it.

It took longer than I would have liked to kick myself to move. Sun's scream turned into a growl as I forced my legs underneath me and scrabbled at the floor to pull myself into a run.

"You're up past your bedtime."

I didn't chance a look as I ran for the closest play structure. Moon's voice was as raspy and creepy as it was in the game. There was a faint red glow behind me, then with an evil giggle, it was suddenly gone as Moon, presumably, using his cord to lift into the air.

Dashing across the floor to the nearest play set, Moon dropped in front of me, and I had to skid to a stop and change directions.

I could barely see the padded floor before me in the dark, so I didn't see the kiddie chair set to the side until I'd tripped over it.

I was sent flying into one of the plastic walls of a play structure with a yelp. Smacking into it face first, pain rocketed up my nose accompanied by a metallic smell.

This was pathetic. I was going to be caught, and I hadn't even made it into a structure.

Slowly, I sat up, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as pain radiated from my poor nose.

A whimper left me as I lifted my hand to my nose and found that hot, sticky liquid was trickling down my face. Was that blood? Had I broken it?

Then Moon landed next to me, and I panicked, scrambling away with a pathetic panicking noise.

On my hands and knees, I dove for one of the tubes at ground level but got stuck, back hitting the top of the tube. I'd have to slide through on my stomach if I wanted to get any further, but I wasn't given the chance.

"Stop. You'll hurt yourself more."

Large hands easily halted my escape, snagging me around the middle and lifting me out of the tube and into the air.

"N-NO!" I yelped, covering my nose and squeezing my eyes shut.

Moon had caught me so easily. There'd been no chase; I'd just immediately put myself out of commission. Would he kill me now? Choke me to death like he did in some of the fan fictions I'd read? Maybe he'd take me to Vanny, and she'd kill me.

Tears were pouring down my face now, body trembling, blood dripping into my hands from my throbbing nose, convinced that this would be my end. I'd lost the game so quickly, and there were no save files I could switch to.

Carefully, the hands holding me set me down on the edge of the security desktop.

My eyes flew open, and I looked up, confused and scared, into red eyes. With a soft, comforting noise, Moon carefully pulled my hands away from my face. I struggled, but the animatronic was much too strong.

"Let me see what you've done," Moon murmured, his red eyes flicking over the tears and blood.

A flash of blue light blinded me in the dark, leaving me squinting with an afterimage left in my eyes.

"You didn't break it, but I'm sure it hurts."

I was having a really hard time processing what was going on. Moon wasn't trying to kill me. Instead, he was caring for me as though I was a small child who had had a tumble.

I did have a rather nasty tumble, but I wasn't a child.

Though I am crying like one… and my nose really hurts.

"I-if you're not going to hurt me, t-then why aren't you allowed to come out anymore?" I asked, voice muffled from my messed up nose.

Moon just stared at me. That was probably not what he'd expected me to say in this situation.

"Stay." He instructed before vanishing into the dark.

He didn't answer my question.

If Moon wasn't dangerous, why had Sun tried so hard to keep him contained? Or maybe switching between the two hurts, and that was all that was to it? But Sun seemed too nervous about the lights for that to be the only thing. I was missing something. Had something happened that made Faz co. forbid Moon from coming out with anyone in the daycare? That would explain the generators. But what had happened?

Hugging myself, I trembled on the desktop, adrenaline still coursing through my body as I came down from my scare, blood dripping onto my knees as I let it flow, not wanting the hot red gross to flow down my throat.

"Here." A paper towel was gently held to my nose, and I flinched, having not seen or heard Moon's approach.

"Head down till the bleeding stops, then we'll use a cold pack on your nose for a bit to help with the swelling."

Holding the paper towel to my nose, I did as instructed and tilted my head down. Moon was standing just to the side of me, crouched slightly, his face plate level with my head, as he reached up to rub my back with one of his massive hands comfortingly. The stars on his puffy jester pants and the little nightcap on his head were glowing faintly in the dark.

"Thanks…" I mumbled.

Moon said nothing, continuing to watch me, hand still on my back. We sat there in silence until my nose stopped bleeding, then Moon brought me the cold pack I'd been using on my shoulders.

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binniebeams · 4 months

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The Sweetest Drink

Pairing: Jongho x AFAB Reader

Genre/Rating: Vampire AU, Smut, 18+. MDNI

Summary: Seeing the boost your friend gets after her late night adventures at a certain club, you decided to join her and see what all the fuss is about…

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: Club settings, alcohol consumption, sexual conversations, blood, descriptions of feeding (Vampire). NSFW warnings under the cut.

A/N: This is so delayed but hopefully it lives up to any expectations!! Also my app crashed mid editing and formatting so there may be mistakes I missed! I’m so sorry!

Tags: @twisted-tales-of-all @yoonguurt @kwanisms @kpop-stories-21 @stardragongalaxy

NSFW Warnings: Vampire biting/feeding leading to sexual desire, fingering, bloody make-out session, fwb-ish relationship.

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It had only been a few years since the government released the information regarding their acknowledgment of vampires living among humans, following it with new laws and regulations to make living beside each other a safe and harmonious experience. Restaurants had to expand their menus, and grocery stores did not have to partner with blood banks or donation centers to ensure everyone was accommodated appropriately. Those are all wonderful options but once the sun sets and hunger arises, people resort to…less organized or regulated options… Underground clubs started to pop up left and right, causing a quiet stir among the more curious humans. One of them happened to be the very reason you found yourself sitting in front of your mirror and getting ready for a night out.

“I don’t know why you’re so nervous to go, I’ve been going for months” Kelly was on a whining spree again as you finished up your eyeliner. She was a regular at the club, forming a feeding pact with some guy she said was named Yeosang if you remember correctly-. A change was definitely noticed in her ever since she started seeing him, from her hair looking better, her skin being clearer, and this air of confidence coming from her every time she walked into a room as if she was commanding attention. You wanted that life so badly, you wanted even an ounce of the power she was oozing… “Oh I don’t know, maybe the idea of someone biting into me and sucking my literal blood out is just a bit nerve-wracking?” Your retort had her rolling her eyes in a playful demeanor as you both slipped your shoes on to head out. Clubs weren't really your thing, you were a homebody, and the idea of a bunch of hot and sweaty strangers grinding on each other just didn’t seem like your cup of tea…But here you were, standing at the door waiting for Kelly to pay your cover and get your hand stamped.

An intoxicating smell of alcohol and sweat filled your senses as you made it through the threshold of the building you questioned the structural safety of-. There was no time for trying to distract your mind with small worries like that, you felt yourself getting tugged to the bar where Kelly let out a sort of squeal from seeing her feeding mate “Yeosang!!” Oh boy, here we go, It's time for her to cling to this dude and have heart eyes while leaving you to the wind. “This is Y/N~ That friend I told you I was bringing for Jongho~” Jongho? Who the hell was that? Did she only bring you along to keep some guy company while she escaped off with Yeosang-. “Her? Yeah, I guess she fits his…type” What an ass, what did he mean by that? you were a catch so why did that feel so condescending? He was eyeing you up and down as if he was analyzing you, all the while he had your friend strung up on his arm.

Yeosang pulled out his phone and typed a few things, you could tell it was short and brief from the fact that his volume was on so the sound of his keyboard echoed in your ears when it should have been the blaring music attacking your drums. He didn’t seem to respond to what he had read on the screen, moving his phone to his pocket and whispering something to Kelly as you stood there like a child waiting to hear whatever mom and dad were talking about. You would never get the answer to the questions in your mind, since Kelly had pretty much begged Yeosang to escape away behind the curtain to what you could only assume were private rooms for whatever use seemed to be needed at the time. A roll of your eyes was paired with the sound of her happily being led away and leaving you there at the bar with your almost empty glass and an urge to order some shots.

“Y/N I’m assuming?” The voice that you heard beside you could only be described as blunt but buttery like he almost commanded you to look at him and that's exactly what you did. His eyes pierced into yours as he approached the bar and leaned against it in a way that indicated to you that he had definitely been here before. “And who is asking?” Your voice was laced with a tone of your guard being up, leaving you only to assume this is the ‘friend’ everyone had been mentioning… “Yeosang told me someone was coming and asked me to show you around.” Oh, he’s lying right through his teeth but your judgment was becoming slightly hazy, due to the mix of alcohol and being around him. Jongho could tell you were on edge so he went ahead and ordered a shot for you and waited for you to down it before gesturing for you to follow him. ‘Do you know what this place is for? I’m assuming you do since people don’t just stumble into a place like this”

Did he think you were dumb? Or just blissfully ignorant? If you wern’t so dead set on getting some action tonight, you’d yank your hand away and head to the dance floor. “I sort of have an idea, I just had no idea it was like…this?” There was a pause as you spoke, watching the curtains go past you as he lead you down the hall and your ears were immediately assaulted with sounds of pleasure mixed with pain and subtle cries coming from behind rows of doors. One of which was the threshold you would be stepping through and it was like the world was suddenly so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat. “I’m not going to kill you, you don’t have to act like your ready to slap me” Jongho released your hand and moved to sit on the plush looking couch in the room, grabbing the drink menu off the small coffee table and starting to browse through as he left you to make yourself comfortable.

“I just uh, haven’t really done this before…” you slowly warmed up to your environment, deciding to make your way over and sit beside him but still at a reasonable distance to where he couldn’t immediately pounce on you. “I can tell, I’m guessing your friend convinced you, enticed you with what kind of place this was and how you would feel?” How did he know? He hit the nail right in the head-. Kelly would go on non stop about Yeosang and how the interactions felt and how it revitalized her in a way, is this just how it makes everyone feel? “She used to be more like me, I guess that’s why we became so close, but lately she’s seemed like a whole new person, like the better version of herself”. As you spoke, he kept his eyes on the menu and just offered subtle nods or small sounds of acknowledgment to your words.

“Did she explain to you how this happens exactly?” This is when he finally turns to you, eye starting to have a hint of red to them and an obvious darkness filling his gaze. “You just have to lay there and be good for me, give yourself to me and everything will go smoothly. Can you do that for me baby?” The distance between you two started to close and you had no idea what was taking over your body. Was it your growing neediness or was there something more to that tint in his iris?…either way, all you could do was nod obediently as he moved you to lay down, his body leaning over yours as he gazed over you to take a look at his…meal for the evening. “I need you to tell me this is okay, that you give consent my dear…” for someone who seemed like a predator looking at fresh prey, we was considerably cautious in the beginning. That is, until you uttered a quiet “I want this” then it was all self control out the window and his lips attached to yours for what felt like eternity but in reality was only a few moment before those plush lips of his were moving their way down to your jaw, then your neck, giving him the chance to get a hint of your sweet smell.

“Do you even realize how delicious you smell…god this is going to be fun” Jongho didn’t frequent the club much, so he made sure to take full advantage of the time he had here, fingers trailing down until the reach the bottom hem of your dress, expertly slipping it up as his attack on your neck continues and all you can do is let out the sweet song that he wanted to hear. Jongho shifted his body to where he was further down and his face was now near your thighs and burning core, exactly where you needed him as he laid kisses to your inner thigh and his fingers worked to slip your undergarments down and tossing them aside to be collected later. be collected later. They were not the primary focus, what was however, was the breath tickling your core and the fingers dancing dangerously close to your clit that was practically begging to be touched.

“Can you hurry up, it will be daytime by the time you get started..” the request, or demand rather, came out as just a whine and the flushed tone on your skin gave away at the fact that you didn’t actually want him to hurry and end this soon. In fact, this prompted him to take even longer, his thumb drawing slow antagonizing circles on your bundle on nerves as he spoke “For someone so quiet. You sure have your own way of being loud”. You could hear his smug attitude without even seeing his face with those words, his hands working expertly before one of his digits teased at your entrance, testing the waters in how you would react. Once he found a reaction from you that let him know you were ready, he slipped one finger in and let you get used to the feeling before continuing.

The cold touch of his skin felt like ice melting on you when your walls squeezed his fingers so deliciously, it brought a whole new sensation to your core and made you clench so sweetly as his lips did their job to explore your inner thighs. Was all of this necessary for Jongho to feed on you? No, but it sure as hell made it more fun. The next touch made you shift slightly, almost like your fight or flight was kicking in and your brain was in prey mode. Newer textbooks and scientific journals can do their best to try and describe the feeling of having your skin punctured by a vampire's fangs but they fall short in telling the full story. It starts with a burning sensation and what feels like a fourteen gauge needle breaking your skin but not deep enough to reach muscle quite like a vaccination or implant. Once the initial puncture was complete, his teeth receding to standard k-9s and the blood starting to flow past his slightly puffy lips and coating his tongue, inducing a groan from him that seemed so animalistic yet erotic at the same time…

The work he was doing with his fingers increased in pace as he sensed you tensing up from the likely pain you were starting to feel, adding an extra finger in and curling his digits pressing against that delicate pressure point inside of you that he knew would drive you crazy. Bloody lips pulled themselves away from your thigh. His gaze stabbed daggers into your expressions, watching the mixture of pain and pleasure overtake you as he spoke “That’s it, focus on me, not on your pain…you’re so good for me…” ironic coming from the guy that’s gripping your thigh as if you could float away and your blood painting his chin. Jongho was growing increasingly hungry but this time in a way that blood wouldn’t be able to satiate, he needed another essence of yours…that however, would take time, he didn’t want to have the whole meal right away.

A knot was quickly forming in your lower half, there was no denying that his hands were like a sculptor making his next piece of art. Pleasure washed over you as you unraveled, causing a smug smirk to decorate his mouth and make his features look all that more proud. The bit of your blood staining his lips was just a cherry on top of the overall look he had as you started to sit back up but your body felt so weak from the feeding and the end of your dry spell. “See, wasn’t so bad was it?” He prided himself in the fact that you wernt crying in pain and still managed to look fucked out from his fingers alone, wiping his mouth and helping you sit up and collect yourself. This rush of dizziness but satisfaction was all you could feel as you reached to grab your panties and slip back into them as he settled himself into the couch, watching your every move but also going back to that damn drink menu. Is this how all the interactions always went or was this only for the first one?

“Do I need to sign anything or is there anything else involved?” This was your way of trying to hint to him that you satisfied but also this lingering sense to be around him, almost like you two have bonded… “No but next time don’t wear lotion, it messes with the taste when I need to bite”. That damn smirk was going to be the end of you but you couldn’t help but smile to yourself mentally at the idea there was going to be a next time. Was it already having an affect on you? Only time will tell but one thing was for sure, this wasn’t going to be the last time you stepped behind that curtain. Now to find Kelly and actually get a club experience in before you needed food to replenish-. Hopefully she was done already, but if she wasn’t, you knew where you could turn…

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iwillsearchtheuniverse4u · 1 year

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Study Session

Warnings: Smut! Pure filth actually Oral! (on female anatomy) Sex! in a public bathroom BDSM! (kinda, not really)

Summary: Mingi is a philosophy major and he gives the reader free study sessions. Except they are not free.

It was one of those painfully slow Wednesday mornings and I was passing through the park in front of our department's building. The ground was frozen with little crystals forming on the cement but there was no snow in sight. The cold weather had always made me feel just a little bit more annoyed with the exam season slowly approaching and there was no way to stop it. Since there was noone around I let a tiny curse word escape my mouth as I noticed my fingers going numb tightly holding the strap of my tote bag. My phone vibrated in my hand reminding me to hurry to the study session I had been dreading for weeks.

He was a university senior of mine. I had known him since my freshman year which had been exactly a year and a half ago. He was the kind of handsome everyone would whisper about in secret but noone would dare approach. His tall wide frame emitted a presence similar to that of an old oak tree and the fact he was majoring in philosophy kind of coincided with that. He would always speak in a low raspy voice making you listen even more intently to his carefully structured sentences. Many people from my literature department respected him dearly as he was praised even by our professor for Philosophy of Literature, one of the most difficult classes which I had failed the previous year.

Song Mingi himself was now standing right in front of me with his hands inside the pockets of his long black coat. His black eyes were piercing directly through me as I stopped in front of the entrance to the main university library. "I'm right on time, I thought I was going to be late," I said to break the silence. I nervously fiddled with my tote bag looking around to catch a glimpse of anything else than his beautiful face. The library was almost empty since all the students had left to celebrate Christmas with their families and I was not raised Christian. I guess he was not either.

"We'll start with Derrida's deconstruction. You mentioned it was the most difficult to understand," he stated in his low tone already turning away from me to pull open the door. His coat skimmed my calves before he motioned me to enter first. We sat at the desk furthest away from the entrance facing eachother. I had had no idea just how difficult this was going to be for me as a girl who had never even properly talked to a man like him before. But he was the first my department seniors would direct me to for help with this god-forsaken subject and I had no other options if I ever wanted to graduate. It was not like I had never spoken to him before but we had never been together like this, just the two of us and it made me strangely fidgety. I tried so hard to play it cool but my shaky fingers gave it away when I was taking the notes out of my bag. I noticed his elegant long fingers playing with his silver rings as he was looking around the empty library. His blue highlights made his raven black hair appear even more dreamy. Observing him up close made me realise just how handsome he was.

After an hour and a half of him explaining all of the details about the main exam material and my endless stream of questions I let my forehead softly land on the wooden desk in exhaustion. “Mingi, I feel like I’ll never get this. It all seems so similar and I have no idea how to explain it by myself.” I looked up with teary eyes at the brink of giving up and saw his smile with a hint of what it seemed to be rosy cheeks. I was lost for words as I had never seen him blush before and I could not find a reason for it. “Don’t worry, you will do just fine…” he said as he clearly had trouble maintaining eye contact with me. I finally realised what the problem had been all this time. As I was hunching over the desk in self-pity I was also exposing my chest because my white sweater had a pretty deep v-line. As soon as I noticed where his eyes were wandering I sat up straight and tried to clear my throat. I couldn’t help myself but to notice his tiny lip bite as he looked back at the notes so it kept my mind occupied for the next thirty minutes of his explanation.

“Wait, no! That’s not the point I was trying to make here,” he said, annoyed, and walked around the desk to sit next to me. “Jakobson analysed language as a system of relationships. If we talk about the poetic function of language the message focuses only on its own words that have been used,” he tried to explain pointing at the underlined words in my notes. He sat so close to me I could feel his breath on my arm and I couldn’t keep my head clear anymore. It was like the idea of him touching me had consumed me completely. I felt my cheeks burning and I was sure he had noticed too but I was too afraid to even look at him. “If I say something like ‘your skin must taste as sweet as honey’ what function does this message carry?” he asked with a slightly deeper tone. I looked at him and his eyes were darker as before, he definitely wasn’t looking at the notes anymore. His eyes wandered around my body again. “Ehm…poetic?” He didn’t break eye contact at all as his hand started to move toward mine on the desk. His pinky traced my arm all the way up to my shoulder and then he moved his hand to my thigh. He suddenly grabbed it tightly making me audibly gasp. I was so shocked I couldn’t move my body at all, his eyes kept mine locked in a very intense staring contest. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered as his long fingers started moving upward along the innermost part of my thigh. When he reached my clothed core I couldn’t stop a moan from escaping my lips and my eyes from closing. I suddenly had a sudden burst of reason hit me and my hand instantly stopped his from moving any further. “Mingi, there are definitely librarians around and the cameras are everywhere…ahh!” My loose grip on his fingers wasn’t enough to stop him so he rubbed my jeans exactly where it mattered. I squeezed my thighs together in pleasure and gripped my chair to hold myself up. When I finally caught his eyes he was grinning at me with fire in his eyes. He moved his face closer to my neck and whispered: “don’t worry, I wouldn’t let anyone see you like this, all worked up. You look too stunning.” He stood up, buttoned up his coat and led me to the bathroom.

He opened up a stall in the men’s bathroom and lightly pushed me inside. After closing the door behind him he pushed me against it and pursued what he had been doing before in the reading room: sliding his fingers up and down along my clothed wetness. I couldn’t stand up straight so my body automatically slid down along the door but he held me up by my waist. For a moment he stopped his teasing and moved his face closer to mine. “I really do want to know if you taste like honey. Everywhere,” he whispered before kissing my lips with a certain amount of gentleness. I gripped the door behind me as the sloppiness of his kiss elevated and all I could focus on was his body grinding against mine in waves of pleasure. I could feel all of him, every inch of his warm body against mine, his growing erection right against my lower belly. The fire from our mouths spread all over. As his lips moved down along my jawline to my neck all I could say was: “then taste me.” It seemed to have made him more eager and dangerous. The bruises on my neck weren’t going to be easy to hide the next day but that wasn’t a problem for me to solve at that moment. The only thing I wanted was for Mingi to touch me where my growing pains were. I pushed his shoulders down, trying to get him to go down on me as soon as possible. I undressed my sweater and he took his sweet time sucking on my breasts. My moans were hard to control so I put my hand over my mouth to at least try to silence them while he reached my bellybutton and unbuttoned my jeans. It all happened so quickly but the next thing I felt was his tongue in between my folds producing so much pleasure I could barely hold myself back from pushing his face closer. I grabbed his raven black hair in pleasure with one hand while the other was still desperately holding on to my mouth to keep the moans from disturbing the whole library. He sucked on my clit right to the breaking point and then suddenly stopped which left me aching for more.

“I’m gonna make you work just a little bit harder for this,” he said as he looked up at me. He looked ten times hotter sitting on his knees in front of me, licking his fingers before inserting them inside me. Both of my hands instinctively reached for my mouth to silence myself but the moans kept coming out stronger as his lips joined his fingers and synchronised. As I reached my orgasm, I said through my moans: “M-Mingi…aahhh… I need you inside me.” As soon as I got off my high, he stood up and kissed me, making me taste myself on his tongue. I reached for his black leather belt and unbuckled it in a hurry. “Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re needy,” he whispered right into my ears, his warm breath on my neck. I let the belt fall on the floor but he picked it up and tied it around my hands behind my back. After that his hands were all over my ass while his lips were producing art on my neck again. “It’s okay if you’re loud, just make sure to say my name so that everyone knows who’s responsible,” he said and smiled at me.

I heard him unzipping his pants while I was trying the hardest to stay quiet. He took a condom out of his wallet and rolled it on his already dripping dick. He entered me slowly and filled me completely. I could feel every inch of him painfully twitching inside me as he tucked my hair behind my ear and whispered: “tell me how much you want this, use your words, baby girl.” I could barely keep my composure at the sudden wave of pleasure that ran like electricity through my body when I heard his low voice sounding like he was begging me to give him permission to move inside me. “Mingi, I want you to fuck me like this is the last day of our lives.” His cock twitched inside of me and he cursed quietly as he started pounding into me with my name on his breath. At that point I couldn’t even remember my own name, let alone keep myself from moaning Mingi’s name. My tied hands were knocking into the door behind me with every grind of his body against mine. He started moving faster and cursing in between moans so I knew he was getting closer. My second high came and my walls tightened around his cock which made him come too. His head fell back and his whole body shook against me while he rode out his orgasm. I couldn’t stand up properly after he finished so he held me up and kissed me gently to calm me down. He stroked my cheek when I caught my breath and cleaned me up with a tissue. When he unbuckled the belt from around my wrists I could already tell my neck wasn’t going to be the only thing bruised the next day.

“We should do this more often,” he said with one of his eyebrows raised suspiciously as we were leaving the bathroom. “The tutoring, I mean.” His cocky smile made my mind run wild. The library was empty but my flushed cheeks were still making an appearance. “Maybe next time I can do a home visit,” he said as he squeezed my ass.

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jungkookschin · 10 months

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after y/n finds out that her boyfriend has been cheating on her with her adopted sister, she finds herself entangled with two of the most popular boys at their uni: jake and heeseung.

pairing: soccerplayer!jake x reader, tsundere!heeseung x reader

operation true love!

twenty five: jake has sent you a love point! +1

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"Shit!"

You practically throw the phone on the ground when the screen reveals that you still have zero love points. Heeseung inches closer to you and places a comforting hand on the small of your back, gently rubbing your back up and down.

"It's fine. We'll go confront Marang tomorrow. I'll call off work," Heeseung says, composed as ever. His nonchalance is comforting- it makes you feel like your potential death isn't even a big deal.

Ra-im and Wonyoung eye each other before looking back at you and Heeseung.

"Go to settings and press history," Ra-im instructs. "It'll tell you who is sending you love points and how many points they send you," she explains.

You nod, following her instructions. Wonyoung peaks over your shoulder, eagerly awaiting the result.

Once the screen finally loads, an awkward silence washes over the room.

“Both of them are sending you love points?” Wonyoung blurts out, almost obnoxiously.

You immediately whip your head towards Jake, who turns his head and avoids your eyes, a pink sheen on his face.

“Jake just sent you another love point!” Ra-im gasps, pointing at the phone.

“Oh my gosh! He sent another one-“ Wonyoung is cut off by Jake, who marches over there and snatches the phone from your hand.

He momentarily looks down at the phone before whipping his head back up. After looking at the phone, he furrows his eyebrows and frowns. “Y/N, why is Kang Minwoo still sending you love points?”

You immediately jolt up and walk over to him, and there it was.

Minwoo has sent you a love point! +1

Jake has sent you a love point! +1

Heeseung has sent you a love point! +1

You look up at him, admiring the scowl on his face before his words pull you from a trance. “You still talking to your ex?” Jake questions, irritability laced in his voice.

“What?! No, I’m done with him. Ra-im, tell Jake I’m done with Kang Minwoo.”

Once all eyes in the room shift to Ra-im, she gulps and immediately parrots your words. “Y/N is done with Kang Minwoo.”

“See?!”

“This is so stupid,” Wonyoung marches over and snatches the phone from Jake’s hand. “You guys are fighting like a married couple. I’m ending this love triangle bullshit right now.” She points the phone at Jake, and then browses through his love point history.

She then points the phone at Heeseung and browses through his love point history. Her stoic expression literally gives nothing away.

Her eyes flick towards tours, as if she’s requesting your permission to announce the answer. You gulp but reluctantly nod, also wanting to just get your confession over with. Obviously, you already knew your answer.

“Jake, Y/N has sent you 3000 love points within the past two months. Heeseung, she’s sent you 5 within the past month.”

Your eyes immediately search Jake’s face for a reaction, and when you see nothing but horror on his face, you run out of your room and back to the party.

“Y/N, wait!” Jake calls out, running after you.

Heeseung blows out a stream of air as he leans back in your rolly chair. “It’s not anything I didn’t already know.”

Because you have the best luck in the world, you immediately run into Kang Minwoo when you get downstairs. When you stumble back from running into his structure, he grabs your shoulders to stabilize you.

“Y/N?”

You jolt back and frown at him, biting your lip before you speak. “Do you still have feelings for me?” you blurt out.

Minwoo pauses and stares blankly at you, before side eyeing the people around you eavesdropping on your conversation. “Um, do we have to talk about this right now?”

“I just wanna know. What gives you the right to have feelings about me when you cheated on me with my sister? Asshole.”

Minwoo remains tight-lipped, unable to muster up a response.

“Y/N, where are you?!” Jake’s voice echoes through the crowd of people, and you immediately book it, leaving Kang Minwoo speechless.

Why are you running away? You genuinely have no clue. Perhaps it’s the embarrassment that washed through your system when you saw the look on Jake’s face. Perhaps it was the betrayal from your ex that caused you to think you were unlovable. Perhaps it’s your fear that if you date Jake, it’ll burn into ashes and you’ll lose him forever.

You run into the bathroom and lock the door before sinking to the ground.

A few seconds later, you hear Jake knocking on the door. “Y/N! I just want to talk! I feel the same way as you. Please come out!”

“Liar! All men are liars!” You exclaim back, tears now running down your face.

You know that Jake is the furthest thing from a liar, and that he’s one of the most genuine people you know. You have no idea why you’re saying these hurtful things, and when the knocking on the door stops, you think you’ve fucked things up for real.

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k-hotchoisan · 8 months

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the last of the real ones (san x fem!reader)

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Synopsis: you awaken from a three centuries slumber, sealing yourself after being almost sacrificed to be the next heavenly offering, your memories barely intact, and now you realise the world is almost completely destroyed. You have no choice but to find out what happened.

Genre/warnings: (soft) general smut, hurt/comfort, fluff, lowkey emotional, San is a supervillain, hero X villain, VERY light mentions of death

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A/n: feel the feels yall, as a treat for 100 followers! Thank you so much for the support 😭🌸 I’m happy you all enjoy fics so far. There’s definitely more to come. As always, reblogs are appreciated ❤️

You feel your heavy eyelids as you struggle to open them. Your limbs are almost completely paralysed and heavy, as you stirred from your deep slumber. You felt like you had a very, very long nap for some reason. Your body is still very weak and you barely muster the strength to push yourself to sit up.

You almost slam back onto the cushioned bedding beneath you from the lack of strength, but you managed to sit up, soaking in the environment around you. At first glance, the place around you was indeed in ruins—flora creeping up the pillars, attempting to overtake the seemingly ancient-looking architecture around you. Dim sunlight pours—albeit barely—into your resting place, and the plants fight for it, extending their vines and leaves upwards the pillars, reaching out for the hiding sun.

Pin drop silence surrounds you. Something doesn’t feel right. You muster enough energy to push yourself off the marbled pedestal and onto the floor, wincing at how cold the floor was. Undoubtedly, something about being able to touch the ground with your bare feet comforted you. It was as if you hadn’t done this in a long time. The small plants pushing out from the path tickle your feet as you take small steps to wherever your feet decided to take you.

Everything is eerily calm as you pace through the temple-looking structure, your mind still blank and in a state of confusion. Your legs lead you to an old library of some sort, now obviously almost unrecognisable considering the decay and ruin evident. Books strewn across the once pale coloured marble tables and floors, opened, their text faded. You kneel down, taking the book into your hands, trying to decipher the text before you. You’ve never seen the text before but somehow you’re able to understand the language. A lingering dread of familiarity begins to tug in you, and you do your best to ignore it.

The text mentions something very generic—something about the architecture of the temple, and sketches—stained with age—are littered across the pages. This still does not answer the questions in your head.

Your gaze catches onto a book buried beneath a heap of rumble, as its magic hums through you. You rush over, and the book seemingly pulls itself out, and sits comfortably between your hands, and like the others, survived and ordeal of something.

It was a journal of some sort, definitely sealed with magic—magic you realised you harnessed as the book flutters open to a page. You sit down on the dusty floor, the long dress sweeping across the ground. But whatever was in the book, you could not comprehend at all.

Written in the same language, your confusion only deepens as your eyes scan through the text. The entries were dated to—at least three entire centuries ago.

Who was writing all of these, and why exactly? These questions, no one around to answer. You could only continue reading on, hoping there would be anything, anything, to answer the countless questions swimming through your head.

You breath hitched in anxiety. Questions that were answered only formed more questions, and your fingers begin to tremble at each entry your eyes land on.

That was the end of the journal, the name or whatever soaked in splatters of dried blood. You shut the book and the sense of unease only intensifies. You pray that whoever this person was, found peace. They probably really loved whoever this nameless person was since the remainder of the entries were all love letters to said nameless person. They never once penned his name down, maybe afraid of their beloved to be implicated or something.

Nonetheless, there is something oddly familiar as you trace the blank journal cover with your fingertips. You decide to hold onto it.

As you continue to traverse the area, finally leaving the large library, was only when you realise how everything was worse than it seemed. The ruined temple seemed tame compared to whatever the fuck had happened outside.

There was barely anything. Everything looked completely destroyed—the surround pillars and statues, once stood proud and tall, were smashed and broken, half of top just gone. The air had gone a lot more stale and almost ominous, the sky, which you thought to have a little bit of sunlight at least when you were in the temple, could no longer be found, each area of the sky covered in thick, purple smoke and clouds—whatever it was.

Across the distance, you see a couple of buildings—maybe some sort of civilisation still remained, and it doesn’t look like a very long walk. As you begin your journey, something shiny catches your eye, and you walk over to it. At a glance, it was simply a sword or some sort that had pierced the dead ground, covered in some sort of misma at its blades. The handle showed wear, wrapped in some sort of cloth. But the glint hadn’t come from the blade of the sword, or the sword at all. As you near the abandoned weapon, it was only when you realise that it was from a silver brooch hooked onto the sheath—a small flower shaped topaz jewel, connected with a chain to two letters—YS—carved in silver. Something stings in you. You gently pick the brooch up, placing it close to your lips before keeping it between your palm.

You continue your way, taking in the aftermath of destruction after each step, your heart feeling melancholic. There was definitely so much life that once ruled before all of this destruction happened.

It didn’t take you long before you reached said town, or city, whatever it was supposed to be, evidently now absolutely unrecognisable. Neon signs barely worked, flickering every few seconds, debris strewn everywhere, the thick purple fog hiding everything in its path. You could hear sniffles and cries but you dare not approach, deciding to leave said people—or entities be. Other than that, that had been the only thing accompanying you other than the dreadful silence. It was cold. The city was cold. Night or day, you could not tell. It seemed like everything was permanently at this state of stagnation. How long has it been like this?

Walking deeper into the city, more coughs could be heard, but whether it was human or not, you think it’d better not to pry too much into it.

Clutching the journal and brooch tightly to your chest, you press on, another neon sign catching your eye. It looks like a shop or some sort, albeit looking run down, obviously. You stare into the windows, looking for signs of life in there. The lights were dim, and the sign was flipped to “closed”. Something was drawing you into this place. Almost like magic. You gently push the door open, and the bell rings softly. The owner or whoever doesn’t seem to have notice you yet. No one was at the counter.

“Hello?” You call out. As you did, you feel the magic swirling around you, and it hums in your ears, feeling so familiar. But you still could not remember anything.

“We’re closed,” a voice echoes from the back. The figure emerges out, in a maroon cloak, and he stops in his tracks, his expression unreadable. You stare back at him and now slightly. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I was drawn to this place-“

“Y/n.” He says, in disbelief, cutting you off. “You’re not dead”, which sounded more like a statement than a question

“I’m not”, you reply. The man pulls his hood back, his features coming into full view. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of grey, had an androgynous-looking face, looking both beautiful and handsome at the same time. His hair was pulled into a short ponytail. He looked pretty worn out. It all feels so familiar.

“Yeosang” came out of your lips as you stared at the man before you, and you were surprised at how automatic it almost was.

Everything is slowly flooding back to you. Yeosang’s expression was a mix of emotional and relief. He rushes over the counter as he pulls you into a tight hug, and you hear soft sobs. He pulls away after awhile and his face, tear-stained, still looking beautiful despite that.

“I’m sorry”, he mumbles, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“No, I’m sorry. I called out your name on instinct for some reason. My brain is still racking to remember.”

Yeosang doesn’t seem fazed. “No worries. What’s important is that you’re alive and okay. Tell me if you need me to fill you in what happened. It’s been three centuries since I’ve seen you.”

Your eyes widen. What the fuck. Three whole centuries?

“How did I… Who are you…” and suddenly all the questions you once had just disappeared, and you were unable to voice anything out. You decide to just open your palm, the crystal brooch twinkling under the dim lights. Yeosang gasps as he slowly reaches out to take the accessory from your hands.

“It’s…yours, isn’t it?”

“Yeah it is. Where did you find this?”

“Hanging off an abandoned sword outside of the temple.”

“Right”, a sad smile spreads over his face. “Back then, we were fighting off the monsters, and I barely made it out, one of them had ripped it out of my armour. I fought back and killed him off. It was tiring and it took a lot out of me, clearing them in waves. I wonder who placed it on my sword,” he wanders as he leaves it on the counter.

“Where did you go after that?” You ask, your eyes fixed into the brooch.

“After the war, I fled to recuperate in the outskirts since the temple was horrendously destroyed. Many of the immortals perished, only a handful of us scattered across the universe.”

“What happened to me? I woke up, in a daze, the only one who remained in the temple”, you ask again.

Yeosang sighs, his lips thinning. “You, shattered the grail despite knowing the grave consequences. It ripped out almost all of your energy—including your magic and memories. But you still went into hiding, sealing yourself with the last ounce of magic you still had in you because the celestials knew you could still be a heavenly offering.” He shakes his head. “But we all knew, there would be chance that you would never wake up, ever again. And you knew that yourself.”

Your head pounds at the information overload. It doesn’t take you long to realise that the journal had belonged to you. It was still hard to believe, let alone comprehend the situation.

“I’m glad you’re alive, y/n. It’s been too long. You’re always invited here. I hope your memories come back soon”, Yeosang’s lips presses into a pretty smile as he takes your hand into his. You feel a small burst of magic surge through your veins. Your mind is still clouded, but the sense of familiarity and comfort floods into you as you stare back at Yeosang.

“I passed you a little of my energy. I haven’t been able to cultivate enough because of how unstable the universe has become after the holy war. But hopefully this is enough.”

You feel your heart warming up as your hands did too. “It’s more than enough, Yeosang. I’m glad to have met you again”, you smile.

Yeosang feels comforted by this and his eyes suddenly lit up as he goes into the back of his store. He comes back quickly, and has something in his hands. He opens his fingers and it was a thin silver ring, encrusted three small rubies, hanging on a silver chain.a

“What’s this?” You gingerly pick up the jewellery, taking a closer look at it.

Yeosang doesn’t answer your question, rather, he only says, “you should go see him. I’m sure he’s been waiting for you longer than I was.”

“Who?”

Yeosang laughs. “You’ll know when you see him. Trust. Though it might be really overwhelming for you, because after all, he was the one who’s destroying the world now.”

“That doesn’t sound pleasant. Why do you sound so calm saying that?” You frown.

“Because as much as that sounds bad, he is still a really good friend”, he responds, his chin resting on his palm.

“He doesn’t sound like a good person”, you murmur, wondering if you were missing something.

“I never said he was. But really, you’ll know when you see him. Send him my regards.” Yeosang adds, shooing you away with his hands. “The ring will guide you.”

You turn to him for a final time. “Stay safe Yeosang. I’ll come by again when I can.”

“As you do too, y/n.”

You step out of Yeosang ‘s shop, your heart feeling a mix of nostalgia. You feel tears well up at the corner of your eyes, and you quickly wipe them off. The memories were slowly coming back to you, in small trickles. As you feel at a loss of where to go, magic buzzes weakly at your fingertips, you could barely make it out—a faint, red pulsing trail of magic swerves through the thick fog. Your fingers fidget with the necklace that hid in your palm and you thought maybe you should just follow the trail, since there was nothing else you could do.

As you walk, the dystopian environment was slowly something your eyes were slowly adjusting to. However, your head was still swirling—shocked at how a singular person could have caused such grave damage to the world, on top of going through the holy war. Well, Yeosang didn’t deny that he wasn’t a good person, so there’s that. The only issue was that the deeper you followed the trail, the more dystopian and unsettling the environment gradually became—thick and thorny plant roots and veins stretch across the path, the fog getting even thicker and heavier, the magic and corruption almost nauseating, though it feels vaguely familiar. Despite that, for some reason, it doesn’t terrify you. It was as if you’ve been here before.

As the world gradually falls apart before your eyes, you do your best to avoid falling debris that tumble violently past you, looking up at the dark skies, lightning parting the thick and heavy clouds, and you think to yourself, maybe this was meant to happen as the world had to carry the sins of the celestials, who got corrupted because of greed.

Up ahead, the path only got steeper—there is no walkable path up, as only crumbles of wreckage left behind serves as your only leverage to continue following the trail. You take a breath in, braving through getting abrasions from the concrete, stone, or whatever hard material you had to push yourself up to.

It takes awhile to reach to the top, and you see the whole of the neo city in full view, or at least, the remains of it, covered in the thick fog. The trail abruptly ends past another path of rubble and you follow through.

Your eyes land on a human-like silhouette, who was seated with a knee propped up to support his arm as he looked down at the city as well, his black wings folded neatly and his raven hair blowing against the wind. He seems to have sense you, and his head turns, his sharp eyebrows furrow. He was insanely gorgeous, no doubt about it, but you feel like you have caught him at a bad mood, the way his dark eyes are piercing daggers into you. But then, that expression disappears almost instantaneously the moment his eyes meet yours, and his gaze softens immediately, his eyes widen, seemingly in disbelief.

His posture changes, as he slowly gets up. You spot the tension in his hands. His eyebrows were still furrowed, and his breathing quickens. For a moment, the both of you only stare at each other, one in confusion, the other one in disbelief.

“Y/n?” He was the one who breaks the silence first, as he inches closer, still cautious. You stay rooted to where you were, still sifting through your memories as to where you saw him before.

“You’re alive?” He stands at a distance from you, afraid to come closer, and you see his eyes starting to glaze over, and a tear trickles down his pretty face. He starts walking to you, and you brace yourself for what he’s about do to you.

And he pulls you into a tight, almost suffocating hug.

His voice trembles and breaks as he tries to force his words out despite his flowing tears. “Fuck. Did you know how fucking long I was waiting for you? Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you hide the war from me?”

He pulls back, staring at you, his gaze almost crazed, his grip tightening on your shoulders. “I never forgave myself all these years. I know you hate it when I become destructive but I couldn’t help it…” His voice trails off when he sees the look on your face.

“Y/n?”

Before you could reply, the ruby ring glows and burns in your palm , and you wince in pain, dropping the ring and journal in the process. A soft, red glow of a sigil suddenly appearing on your finger, only to disintegrate immediately.

And everything starts to flood back—the holy war, your friendship with Yeosang, the stench of the corrupted celestials as they broke into the temple and clawed at you, the pain you felt as you destroyed the grail with your own two hands, and the final breaths you took as the seal completely formed on your finger.

No, there’s more. Way back, even further. Your gaze catches the man before you, and it more floods back. He was the villain. The villain who you had encountered and nursed back to health, despite his cold demeanour towards you when you found him lying there, gravely injured while he was fighting your own kind. The villain who you got yourself entangled with as time passed. The villain who you lied to and pushed away in order to protect him from the holy war.

“…San”, you murmur, your hands creeping up to his cheeks, feeling his skin under your fingertips. He continues to stare at you in silence, his breathing deepening.

“San,” you repeat again, more firmly this time, your tears invading your sight. He’s there right before you, in the flesh, staring at you the way you were staring at him. He looks as frantic as you are, maybe even worse.

“I’m here”, he whispers, pulling you in for another hug. “I’m always here.”

He pulls back again, and cups your cheeks before placing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. You wrap your arms around his neck, letting yourself melt against him.

As the both of you part, he pulls you into his chest, taking in you in the flesh, feeling you breathe softly against him.

When the both of you finally calm down (mostly from the crying), he finally speaks, as the both of huddle together, feeling the cold breeze, watching the destruction from afar.

“Where were you all this time?”

“I…sealed myself away into a deep slumber after breaking the grail. When the grail shattered, so did my magic and my memories. When I sealed myself, it pushed me into a deep sleep.”

“You were in deep slumber for the whole of three centuries?”

You nod, playing with his fingers, adorned with pretty silver bands. He takes your fingers, and intertwine them with his before lifting them to his lips, giving them soft kisses as he stares at you affectionately.

“You…didn’t mean what you said to me before you left right? About not wanting to see me anymore?”

You couldn’t help but smile apologetically when you see his solemn gaze. “No. I’m sorry for hurting you like that. I just would never want to drag you into this mess, and it would have been better if I didn’t have you involved. It was not your mess to clean. Are you upset about it?”

He shakes his head. “I would never be upset at you. I was upset at myself because I thought did something to hurt you.” He takes the ruby ring necklace and clasps it around your neck.

“Idiot”, you respond, bumping his head gently with your fist. Despite being a villain, San was nothing but. He was the softest around you despite the destruction he was capable of.

“Yeosang‘s running a small little trinket shop you know”, you suddenly say.

“Yeah, I know. He has a lot of pretty stuff there. Did you went to see him?”

“I think my remaining magic led me to him. I found his brooch on the sword he used to fight with.”

“Yeah, that’s cause I put it there,” San answers. “A century after the holy war, I saw it glinting on the battlefield, still unscathed for some reason. He had fled to somewhere else by then. I didn’t know where to find him so I just clipped it to his sword.”

“Yeosang’s gonna be so happy when he hears that”, you smile, already picturing your friend’s soft features. “He sends you his regards.”

A smile curls at the corner of his lips, and he stays silent for awhile.

“Why are you destroying the world?”

“It’s meant to be destroyed in atonement of the sins. The corrupted misma still lurks around, like a disease.”

Your gaze shifts to the dystopian world before you. Somehow it’s starting to look pretty, in a fucked up way, or maybe because you were with San, so nothing scares you anymore.

“Then do you stay here and watch the destruction permanently or do you have a place to sleep?” You tease. He purses his lips.

“Yeah of course. Being a villain is tiring, you know. Are you tired? You really walked a lot. Look at you, full of scratches.”

Now that he mentioned it, you didn’t realise how much your legs were starting to ache and sting from the walking and abrasions you got from trying to reach San.

“And who’s fault is that?” You pout.

San puts both his hands up. “Fine, fine. I’ll take care of you as compensation okay?” He gets up first, and his hands hold onto your arm for you to steady yourself as you stand. Then he sweeps you off in a bridal style.

His wings flutter open, jet black feathers falling like black petals around the both you. His gaze never once leaves yours. Then he looks off to the distance before taking off.

The both of you went flying from time to time, San always loved seeing your smile as you fawned over how the beautiful the scenery was.

He lands onto a balcony, which you deduce quickly that it’s his place of residence. It was neatly kept to say the least, and really high up. He probably liked looking at the scenery.

You kick your legs playfully, waiting for him to put you down, but he doesn’t. Instead, he walks into his place and right into the bathroom. He sits you on the toilet bowl.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll clean your wounds for you”, San says as he leaves the bathroom to get a fresh set of clothes for you. Undoubtedly, the dress you were in was already dirty, so were your limbs. You gingerly undressed yourself, wondering what to do with the soiled linen dress. You step into the shower and bask in the warm water that instantly relaxed you. When you stepped out, a set of fresh clothes sits on the sink. You dry yourself and put on the clothes, feeling pretty refreshed. You sit on the bed as San takes your feet, leveraging them in his knee as he dresses your small wounds.

Well, that is, until San had his hands all over you while you two were cuddling. His cock pressing right at your thigh, as he feels you up, kissing your head and the shell of your ears. His touches and kisses were desperate, trailing along your neck and biting you gently.

You sighed into his neck, the serotonin flowing through your chest. It felt so good having him close to you like this. His hand creep under the shirt and he squeezes your tits, and you melt under his touch, your soft moans egging him on.

He pushes you down onto his bed, pulling his shirt off and peppers you with more kisses, and a final deep one on your lips. He then pulls down his pants, and his cock is out as he grinds against you, his groans only encouraging your arousal to grow.

“I just woke up from a three century nap, San”, you smile as he bites down onto your ear lobe.

“I’m sorry. It’s just been so long since I’ve had you”, he groans again, as he cock presses against your clothed pussy.

He pulls back and his gaze meets you, his expression needy. “Please? I’ll be gentle, I promise .”

You never really wanted to decline him anyway. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close, whispering, “go ahead. You can ruin me.”

San’s heartbeat speeds up when he hears that, and he tugged your underwear down your legs, your cunt exposed to the cold air. San shifts down and positions himself right at your pussy and he licks a stripe up gently, looking at you for reactions. You let out a satisfied sigh as he continues to lick you up, flicking your clit with his tongue as he soaks in your soft cries. Your fingers slowly snake into his locks as you tried to grasp on anything. At the same time, you hear the sound of skin slapping from below, and you realise he was fucking into his hand as he ate you out. The thought of San jerking off from pleasuring you only intensifies the pleasure, and sparks flicker beneath your eyelids. Your orgasm slowly builds as you cry out San’s name like mantra.

“Fuck, San I’m so close,” you twitch, forcing your legs to stay on the bed to no avail. This only encourages San to speed up his tongue fucking in you and your arousal hits it’s peak, and you cry out as you came right in his face.

He shifts back, and he stares at your cunt pulsing at nothing as he continues to stroke himself, in a daze as he enjoys seeing your cunt fluttering, your cum leaking out of your hole.

San stops his masturbation, and he shifts forward this time, lining his cock to your entrance and he pushes in, whimpering at how tight your walls were clenching around him.

Your fingers claw at his arms as your back arches in bliss as he continues to push more inches in. Fuck. You forgot how good fucking him felt, and you sense that he felt the same way as his gaze looks lust-filled.

You definitely felt him holding back, from the way he pulls out and pushes in again with the utmost gentleness, in hopes that he doesn’t hurt you but there’s a limit to it, as you could tell he really wanted to just fit into you and make you cry and beg.

“You can go faster, San. It feels heavenly”, you sighed, feeling his cock push into every nerves in your walls, aching for more.

This time he picks up the tempo and fucks you a little harder, his grunts escaping from his lips.

“I missed this so much. I missed everything about you”, he barely manages out as continuously fucks you into the bed.

Your legs are trembling from the pleasure as the sound of wet skin slapping only riles you up further.

“I’m cumming”, he says, his thrusts become more erratic and harder as he’s desperately trying to chase his high.

“It’ll only be right of you to cum in me”, you tease, and San’s cock twitches as he hears that, releasing his load right into your tight pussy, so much that it starts leaking out of your abused hole as he’s still cumming in you.

“So good, so fucking good y/n”, he moans as his eyes roll back in euphoria. “I love you so much.”

You plant a kiss on his lips, returning his words.

The both of you sit in bed after he cleans you you up. San cuddles you from behind as the both of you gaze out to the ruins.

San suddenly takes your fingers into his, and he pulls out the ruby ring.

“Marry me”, San proposes as he slides the ruby ring onto your ring finger. “I don’t need anything else if I can have you.”

You lift your hand up to the sky, the ruby glistening under the dim lights as you turn to kiss San’s neck and reply, “for the rest of eternity.”

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Witch hunt

Daryl Dixon x reader

Thanks to an emotional slip-up you almost risk your home in Alexandria

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Rose was born four years ago.

Alexandria was thriving and had slowly begun to accept your daughter being a part of the group.

You were pregnant with Daryl's child when you came in with the group, but when she was born it was clear she wasn't human. She had inherited Daryl's curse and was born in her shifted form that she kept for the first few months.

You had kept your personal relationships quiet until you all felt comfortable enough but when the community learned the truth about your daughter you and Daryl agreed to never speak of your relationship and pretend to just be close friends.

Carol had taken up most of the co-parenting tasks in public and making sure to pass by wherever Daryl was working repairs and enforcements so he could say Hi to his 'baby niece'.

There had been a large disagreement about wether to let you and your daughter stay, but the ones wanting you both gone lost against your support party's arguments.

Rose had been fussy all morning. She had tried to steal the leftover meat from the fridge, complained her tummy hurt and whined about her head being loud.

You made sure she ate and drank properly, asked about her head and tummy. Trying your best to get a useful answer out of her but you couldn't seem to ask the right questions.

You guessed the hurt was just a stomach bug and the loud head was something resembling your active mind when you were uncomfortable, but the last hour she had started crying and whining out loud. Her whines were close to those of a hurt animal and it scared you more than any shrieking human wail she ever let out.

Picking her up and getting her noises down to sobs and hiccups you were close to tears yourself as you got to the new lot Daryl was building on with a team.

Daryl had sensed you coming from a distance and made his way off the roof in progress to meet you down on the street.

"Yo Dixon!" A voice called from up on the structure. "Who said you could take a break yet?"

Daryl called back a quick excuse and turning his attention back to you. He had noticed both your discomfort and took Rose from your arms as you ran him through your morning.

"Dixon!" The man called again. "How about you stick to women your own age."

"Shut it! She needs help." He had no time for bullshit.

A shaky breath left your lips when you continued. "My baby's sick and I don't know what to do." Sniffling you went on and a hand reached for your arm and squeezed softly. "I don't even know how to be a good mom I don't want her to be hurt.." with his one available arm he pulled you into a half hug, still holding sniffling Rose in his other arm.

"Come on, man! Quit flirting with the girl, she won't fuck you." You could feel Daryl's quiet growl rumbling in his chest. "Besides, you shouldn't stick your dick in crazy anyways. Her and that monster kid shouldn't even be here!"

Something inside you snapped right then and there, stepping out of Daryl's embrace and facing the man on the roof.

"Go the fuck back to work and let him deal with his sick child for a moment you useless piece of walker bait!" Tears were streaming down your face as panic set in. Ugly sobs escaping your lips as Daryl stood behind you, frozen with a now again crying child in his arms.

The man stopped all of his activities and stomped down to you.

"I'm sorry, his kid? I thought your monster brat didn't have a daddy and now you're calling Dixon its father?" He was all up in your face now and you recognized him as one of the people voting the loudest to kick you and your daughter out after learning she wasn't human. “So it turns out Crazy,” he called out for everyone around to hear. “-has a thing for older men. And dogs.”

He got real close to you for this last bit. “Did he fuck you as a dog, too?”

You now stood face to face with the man and were fuming with rage. He was clearly waiting for you to talk yourself out of the slip-up you just screamed at him and in turn gaining the attention of many bystanders who heard it all too.

Instead of answering you took a deep breath in and head-butted him. You could feel his nose crack under the impact and heard it crunch before he fell to the asphalt. On your turn to leave you looked back down at him and spat to add to the humiliation. You wanted to scream and curse at the man, but a large hand stopped you and pulled you away.

"We're going home. Now." He wasn't angry with you but he also didn't want to cause more trouble than already formed and Rose kept fussing so he just wanted to go and lock his family inside the walls of his home and calm down. Someone was gonna be knocking on their door about this later anyways.

The haunting stares of all bystanders felt like burning holes in your skin the whole way back to your home.

When all three of you passed the front door Daryl took no time locking it behind him and moving over to the living room to close the curtains.

He had placed Rose on the couch so his hands were free to grab you and place you next to her.

Rose had been fussing and crying so much she had tired herself out and had fallen asleep in Daryl's arms close to home. She still stirred every once in a while, small whines leaving her and a frown on her sleeping face.

Daryl softly stroked her head as he looked her over, seeing if he could sense something from his daughter and quickly found the issue.

When he sat up you immediately swarmed him with questions.

"She aint sick. She's just changin'. Hurts real bad the first time." He kept softly caressing her as he sat himself between you two. "We can't do much except make sure she's comfortable."

You sighed at the less than good news of not being able to help her. "How do I make sure she's good? Do we build her a nest?" An arm snaked around you and you were pulled to lay in Daryl's lap. "Just feed her enough n' giver her lil' rubs like ya give me after a long workday. Helps her hurt muscles." His hand moves over to rub comforting circles on your lower back. "Yer doin' great, momma. Ya were really hot defendin' us out there an' crackin' tha guy's face open."

You scooted over and rolled onto your back to look him in the eyes. "Really? I kinda regretted making an even bigger scene.." Your not so little outburst really didn’t help your already looked down upon status in the community. Daryl’s hand moved to your cheek and he smiled down at you. “Believe me, if ya let me I’d have another kid with ya without thinkin’ twice after what ya did for us today.” You looked up at him, hoping he’d continue his sweet words. “Yer always callin’ me yer guard dog but yer the one who’s protected me in here since day one.” Your hands reached up to hook around his neck so you could kiss him properly, showing him how much his words meant to you. “You have no idea how hard it is for me to say no to that, but we really have to get through this shit first before we can even have that conversation, don’t you think?”

The argument was agreed with and quickly dropped so you could focus on the closer issue of lying to the entire community and injuring someone in the middle of the street.

When the first knock on your front door came you jumped up in panic, sending Daryl a fearful look before going to see who it was.

Rick, Carol and Deanna stood at your front door, with a group of angry residents further off on the streets, no doubt ordered to stay back by Deanna herself.

You grounded yourself with some deep breaths before unlocking the door and allowing the people in.

Carol was quick to pull you into a hug as she saw you shaking and guided you back to the living room with the other two right behind you.

Rick was quick to put a hand in front of Deanna to stop her from getting too close to Daryl and Rose, knowing although he wasn’t a threat but he could still easily snap when threatened. She shot him an offended glance but had to remind herself she was in unknown territory and the two who accompanied her were familiar with the issue at hand.

“I believe you already know why we’re here, so we can go straight to the point.” Deanna had her stern leader voice on, but Daryl could feel her uncertain energy and decided to call her out on it. “Ya aint got no point so why’re ya really here, huh? To please tha’ crowd out there?” Deanna stood there in the middle of your living room, not knowing what to say. “The people want you gone. The ones that wanted the child gone back then are back to almost rioting about this issue. Now that they learned you have been lying for so long there’s nothing I can do to stop them..” She sounded sad, like the words were forced out of her and truly they were. She knew no matter what she’d say to the angry crowd of people, they weren’t gonna listen.

“And what do you want? Just you. Not them.” Your question surprised everyone in the room and Deanna had to give it a short moment before she found the right words.

“You’re different, but no threat.” She gave you the kindest smile she could pull, but was met with your unamused look in return. “Don’t try to sweet talk me, I’m the human one here.my partner and our daughter are the ones your people are threatened by.” You stepped closer to her only to be held back by Rick so you didn’t have the option to repeat this morning’s actions. “We’ve been living by your rules since day one.” You snapped at her. “We had to fake our entire lives to make sure you would let us stay. So we wouldn’t be judged for our odd relationship. Yeah it sucks Rose was born the way she was and risked everything going to shit but if she was born human no one would have known so where the fuck is the problem?”

This time it was Rick who chimed in with some supporting words.

“She’s right. Daryl’s been part of our family ever since we met him years ago. He’s always been protective of us and never threatened to hurt anyone.” He gave his brother an apologetic look, letting him know he wished it never had to come to this. “And quite frankly I don’t think these people have a say all of this.

Deanna took an instinctive look at the covered front window, as if to read the thoughts of the people waiting for an answer outside.

She was taken off guard when Rose stirred and started crying as she woke up, kicking everyone except her in gear, dropping the entire situation and moving to tend to the child. Daryl picked her up as you were at their side in a second. Carol moved to the kitchen and called over if you had any food prepared for her, fishing it out of the fridge and heating it. Rick stood by, ready to take over anyone’s task if needed.

Deanna watched the scene in front of her, seeing a caring side of Daryl she hadn’t seen before. He sat with the child in his lap, calming her down and carefully showing you how to relieve her aches. When her cries died down to just soft sobs you accepted the bowl Carol had brought and tried to feed her. When she didn’t accept any your heart broke and it was clearly visible on your face that you were hurt by her reaction.

“Sweetie, she’ll eat when she feels good enough. You shouldn’t worry too much.” Carol’s sweet words had Daryl chuckle. “Ya can tell her tha’ till ya drop dead, I tell her she’s an amazing momma every day but she’ll still cry to me when Rose fussed about not wanting to wear a sweater in winter.” His loving smile towards you didn’t go unnoticed.

Everything seemed to be going the right way when a loud scream caught your attention and frantic banging at your door sounded through the house and for a second you feared for the lives of your family before Michonne came barging in, out of breath and yelling about walkers and a breach in the wall.

“This continues later. Walkers first.” Deanna turned to make her way outside but was stopped by Daryl.

“What section?” Michonne quickly answered and followed closely behind him. You stood in the hallway spotting his knives and crossbow left at the door. “Dee, what are you gonna do?” You called out, already having a bad feeling about his plans, but you guessed it was the only thing that would help see the people who he really was.

His winged vest was dropped at the bottom of your porch steps and his boots laid toed off in the yard. “Showin’ em the truth.” And with that he stalked his way over to the breach, through the swarm of people that hadn’t gone off to fight.

The crowd raved and howled at him to leave them be, to get out and take his offspring with him but he only ignored them as he kept moving.

With the first walker in sight he snarled and rolled his shoulders before hunching over and easily shifted into his large creature form and tearing into the lone walker that got past the defense line.

“Retreat!” Rick and michonne had caught up with him and got all the survivors to pull away and help with prep work for the wall as Daryl tore through the herd that thinned out within minutes as he drove them all to the ground and back into the hole in the wall. Glenn and Maggie had set themselves up at the front of the gate repair crew, seeing as they weren’t afraid of Daryl like this and got the hole closed up quick enough so the others could start reinforcements as the cleanup group got rid of the remains of the dead.

Daryl had shoved the last of the walkers out of the community and followed through the broken wall to thin out the large buildup that had started forming. Loud snarls, aggressive sounds of the dead and bodies dropping to the floor was all you could hear on the safe end of the wall after the initial reinforcements were placed.

Deana had shown up to assist with the aftermath, you at her side carrying Rose in your arms. “It seems your partner did an outstanding job getting rid of the dead.” Her calm observation gave you a small sense of relief as the chattering voices around you all voices different sorts of opinions. “I hope it changes their minds.” Was all you could say, trying to block out the negative thoughts of being in the middle of so many people with your daughter right now.

The crowd had dispersed after the sudden walker intrusion. The ones left behind were either cleanup crew or ones with strong negation opinions even after Daryl just helped them without thinking twice. You stayed close to Deana while you waited for Daryl to return, who after it al quieted down beyond the wall, climbed back over and back down to greet you. He trotted down the street, head held low and and steps small as he tried his best not to scare anyone off while he remained in his non human form. He had almost made it to your side when you saw someone run in from beside him and throw something. It glimmered in the sunlight and wrapped around Daryl, clinging to his fur. A loud howl sounded through the street as he dropped to the ground, pawing at the thing around him but it felt like all the strength had left his body. Pained yelps and whines left him as he shook around trying to get the thing off. You ran up to him, setting Rose down next to you and grabbing at item that appeared to be a jewelry chain. You wrapped your fingers around it and pulled it off him, but not without being knocked on your ass when the chain caught on something and he thrashed around again.

When you got it off him you took a good look at the chain. It was in fact silver jewelry chain, a bunch if them clipped together to form a makeshift lasso. With your attention so focused on the pieces of jewelry,

You hadn’t noticed Rose waddling over, wanting to go to her daddy but getting distracted by the shiny thing and grabbing onto it with both hands. The whole world around you faded away as she shrieked in pain, letting go of the chain and dropping down crying, clutching her hands to her chest. Daryl shot up and moved his head to nudge at her, now cradled in your arms. You rocked her as you apologized what felt like a million times, trying to get a look at her hands but she wouldn’t open them for you. You managed to get her arms stretched do Daryl quickly nudged his snout against her little fists and lapped at them, wringing his tongue between her fingers to lick at her palms. The good thing about her being a little kid was that she’d heal from almost any surface injuries, and him licking the wounds would help speed up the healing so she could use her hands again hopefully soon.

Daryl let out a content grumble as his daughter sniffled and looked at her hands with a funny look, squeezing them together at the tingly feeling of the burns slowly fading away. He gave her a careful lick to the cheek to wipe away her tears before laying back down exhaustion.

You turned your daughter around in your lap to get a good look at her. “Does it still hurt, sweetie?” A little shake of her head helped you calm down a little bit as the world around you slowly came back into focus. A few mothers that stood around with concerned looks on their faces and children of all ages begging to pet the big dog. One of the younger women came up to you with some sweets in her hand, looking at you before continuing. “Can she have a candy? To help with the shock.” You gave Daryl a look, who nodded yes so you did as well. Some candies wee held out for Rose to pick from, but before she could grab some you chose the lollypop for her, making sure she wouldn’t take the chocolate and thanked the lady for the kind gesture.

There was some ruckus going on behind you, voices you recognized as Rick and Maggie and some others you didn’t.

“She’s a psycho!” You heard a woman’s voice yell. Sinking back into yourself as you immediately knew you were the topic of that fight. “She broke my husband’s nose! She has a child with that.. That monster over there!” Daryl only let out a huff of air, telling you to ignore them and their annoying words.

On the other side of the street parents were trying to hold back their kids who were begging them to let them pet the cool big dog. You shared another look with Daryl who let out a chuckle and a soft nod. Waving at the parents you waved to get them to come closer with their kids. “He says they can pet him, only a little bit.” You start, raising your hand and pointing at the kids. “But. Don’t pet on his neck. He’s still hurt there.” The kids excitedly huddled around him and put their hands in his fur. “Woah!” “He’s so warm.” “Sooofft!” The children loved him and you couldn’t help but wish you had a camera right now to capture this sweet moment. One of the fathers sat down next to you in front of Daryl and apologized. Admitting he had been part of the group who voted to kick you and your daughter out those years ago but saw now he had made a mistake then, acting out of fear instead of taking the chance to really speak with you as s person.

It seemed Daryl’s act really did help to change at least some peoples’ minds. You thanked the man for his honesty and took a moment to tell the children they pet the big dog enough.

Daryl took the opportunity to sit up and immediately Rose went to climb off your lap and onto his, grabbing at his fur and nuzzling it, enjoying the softness and warmth. “Looks like her hands are fine again.” You laughed at how she tried to hide herself in her father’s fur. Daryl out a large paw around her, holding her close as you informed you were going to talk to Deana.

Taking the bundled up silver chain in your hands you moved towards the woman and inform her of the thing someone used to hurt your partner.

She took the jewelry from your hands and inspected it, informing you she would do her best to find out who did this and make sure they were punished. From behind her that same woman from before spat curses at you before being cursed out herself by Denise, who threatened to halt the medical care for her entire family if she couldn’t be more accepting of the people who had to hide away their true selves for so long. Denise was the only one not from your original group who knew about the relationship between you and Daryl, and thus also about his condition although she had never seen any of it in person. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at Denise’s harsh comeback and loved all the support your family was getting.

More women joined your side, letting you know how brave they thought you’ve been all this time going out with your child, knowing there were people out to hurt her. And some nudging you and pointing towards Daryl, suggesting you wee brave for …other things as well. You turned beet red at the implication of you sleeping with Daryl like that, which no, you hadn’t. They all giggled along with you, chatting about how your kids should play together some time to which your face dropped again, sadly having to explain about Rose’s current issue and not feeling comfortable having her around other kids for now. You were happy to learn they all respected your decision albeit not entirely understanding it. You were a relatively young mother with a child you yourself also still had to learn a lot about.

Daryl had gotten up from his spot, making sure Rose walked with him to your group. When something grabbed at your leg you were quickly pulled from your conversation to pick up your daughter and greet Daryl with a pat on the head. “Feeling better again?” He nodded and grumbled, sitting down to close the circle and suddenly getting all kinds of stares from the ladies which had him tilt his head in confusion and stare at you. The ladies giggled again as your beet red color returned making Daryl nudge you with his nose. “They ehm.. Made some assumptions about us ..together..” Fumbling with the fabric of Rose’s shirt you stumbled over your words and Daryl quickly seemed to realize what you were getting at. He let out a content hum that had the ladies crying with laughter, patting you on the back and wishing you good luck with your boyfriend before walking off to find their own families and head back home. You looked back at Daryl who still sported a smug look and gave him a light pat to get the idea out of his head.

Rick came up to you two, informing you the people who were causing a scene earlier got taken care of. One of them also confessed to using the silver jewelry to hurt Daryl.

The realization of people being out to hurt you for real freaked you out, but the confirmation of them being taken care of made you feel a lot safer, knowing there were always people around who were on your side.

“Hey, Dee. Wanna head home? I think Rose is tired.” You glanced over at the child currently drooling over your shirt as she slept in your arms. “Besides,” a nudge with your elbow had him make a curious noise at you. “We solved our issue, so we should have that second kid talk right about now.”

Another content hum left Daryl’s throat as he happily nudged you along, leading you home with an eager tempo.

Once back home you went to put Rose to bed and fetch Daryl a new set of clothes while he shifted back into his human form. When you rounded the corner you threw his clothes at him so he could get dressed while you grabbed something to drink for you both.

Daryl had just finished dressing and pulling his hair up in a messy bun like he always did in the privacy of his own home. You set down the glasses and walked over to your boyfriend, kissing him to celebrate your victory today.

“Those burns aren’t healing well, huh?” You put your hands on his jaw, moving his head to get a better look as he shook his head. “Nah. Silver burns scar most of the time.” Your stood on your tiptoes to kiss the wounds and took his hands in yours. “Come, drink and nap. Both of us.” He accepted the drink and kindly waited for you to finish yours while he gulped his down in seconds.

The second your glass hit the table he had hauled you over his shoulder and made his way up the stairs.

“We aint nappin’ just yet, bunny.”

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(KNY) YANDERE PLATONIC! KOKUSHIBO x SISTER READER: You, Shibou. I, Kokoro (CHAPTER SIX)

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CHAPTER SIX: "Loathe the way they light candles in Rome But love the sweet air of the votives"

The response to fear or threats has several reactions, Often being called the Fight-Flight-Freeze-Fawn response.

Fight means to confront the threat. Flight means to run away from the threat Freeze means to shut down and block out the threat Fawn means to appease the threat.

Slow and cautious footsteps walked carefully down the hallway as if something was going to jump out at her any second. Shoulders tense, Her eyes travelled around the space in front of her.

It was the shrine hallway. Dimly lit. Hues of marine tinting the walls, ceilings and floorboards as she stalked along them, Okobo sandals clacking against the hardwood as she did.

[F/N]'s hand trailed along the wall beside her, Keeping close towards it.

She had woken up about half an hour ago, Tucked into the futon she had woken up from before with a throbbing migraine and aching legs.

[F/N] had lain there on the mattress, The memories of what happened some unknown time ago still fresh in her mind. She had tried to escape, She had gotten far too. Running for ages yet despite all her efforts it didn't matter in the end.

[F/N] had just wound up right back where she started. Her burning lungs, Beating heart and exhaustion. It was obsolete. She had just gone in a loop with all her effort gone to waste.

And him. Her captor and his insane ramblings, She didn't want to think about him.

She didn't get up for a while after that. Finding little to no motivation to do so coupled with her mind barely processing the information in her mind, Feeling as if she had been shackled to the frame. Like the bedding was trying to keep her down, To not let go. Feeding her false promises of ignorant bliss, Like it was just any other day back at the Kakushi base.

But [F/N] knew that was not the case.

She knew she had to get up eventually, It was an awful remembrance. Even worse when she eventually hauled her aching body off the futon, Swinging her tired legs over the frame and dragging herself out of the room.

[F/N] just wanted to go back to her bed, To crawl under the covers and never get out again. But to spite everything she so desired. [F/N] pulled herself out anyways, Not really knowing why.. Maybe to get a proper look at her birdcage, Perhaps.

The shrine was nigh identical to the one she had resided in before. From the hallway layouts, The group kitchens and to the library it was kept the almost the same to the one back in the real world. The keyword here being almost.

Everything was the same. Everything except a few key differences.

For one, The shrine didn't have any of the expansions the corps had built when they came. There wasn't any of the newer passages, There wasn't an aviary and the library was much smaller than it was.

Even then, [F/N] recognised this place. It was the older version of the shrine, The same once she had stumbled across when she was much younger. How it was here in this nightmare dimension was a mystery to her, It just added to the dogpile of questions she had spinning around in her head. One's she'd need to find the answer to later.

Two, While it was basically identical to the older version of the shrine, There was also a few changes of layout.

Some of it was small, Like a misplaced support beam or tapestries being of different patterns and shapes. On the other hand however, The differences were more.. Large.

For instance the wall she was trailing her fingers across wasn't like any the shrine had harboured. It was like wooden jacktop fencing, A criss-cross structure with diamond shapes as gaps letting spits of light through, An unknown source but one that wasn't aquamarine. A welcome change

Another was the shrine walls, The large stone fortress and the big mahogany gates separating the main building from the outside world were completely gone. Disappeared as if they were never there.

Lastly was the courtyard. Instead of compacted and smooth dirt as flooring it was replaced with a wide open port, Like something large ships would anchor down at but rather one that connected all the docks outside to it like the base of the tree and it's roots.

With both the courtyard and the walls gone it left just the shrine on its own, All by itself in this infinite sea.

But the one thing that ate away at her, The one thing that made the entire shrine feel so wrong in the first place. It was the emptiness.

There were no Kakushi or shrine maidens passing through the hallways, Their conversations and laughter ringing down the passage.

It was instead being replaced by cobwebs and their spiders, Scuttling quietly in the dark corners.

The libraries? Cold and dust-ridden. The kitchens were barren, Dirty and uncared for. Everything was old and seemed to fall apart. It was disgusting and [F/N] couldn't deny the pang it sent straight towards her heart.

[F/N] felt like her situation still hadn't registered in her mind, The entire thing scrambled in pieces. It was so overwhelming, This wasn't real. This can't be.

[F/N] stopped in the middle of the passage. Leaning up against the jacktop walls as her hand gripped the side of her jinbei, Hand over her heart as she tried to steady her breathing. Telling her everything would be alright.

Head leaned back as she calmed the rhythm of her lungs, She clenched her hands tight to feel the soft feeling of fibre in-between her palm.

Oh right.. That's why she got up.

Opening her hand she revealed a scrunched up note, One she had found beside her futon with a small serving of lukewarm soba. It was a note from him, The demon.

To [F/N].

When you receive this note, You should have already awoken from your slumber.

Once you finish reading this note, I expect you to eat the bowl of soba I have provided to you on the vanity desk. Once you have consumed it, Make your way towards the main dining room. I know you know your way there.

Wait patiently. And do not keep me waiting.

-黒死牟

[F/N] crumpled the paper into a tiny ball within her palms. She tossed it aside and let out a breath of air she didn't know she was holding as she mellowed out against the wall.

He wanted to see her. She wasn't completely sure of the reason but [F/N] had a creeping suspicion crawling up her spine. It was the same reason she dragged herself out of bed, Why she was going in the first place.

She wanted answers.

[F/N] placed her hands either side of her on the wall, Pushing herself up she dusted off her jinbei.

She had already spent what little time she had mapping out the fake-shrine. Don't keep him waiting, He said. Being on time wasn't exactly her strong suit but the vision of those amber eyes stalking her, Appearing in her peripherals yet disappeared when she looked that way.

It felt like cold water was being poured down her back. [F/N] felt helpless, More so than usual. She had no mask nor sword, What Kokushibo had done with them she didn't know. But [F/N] felt naked without them, Without it [F/N] was just herself..

And that didn't sit right with her at all.

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The tiny flame was brought up to the tip of the incense stick, The tiny fire starting to catch onto the wood, The flicker of an ember sparking up at the end.

Mitsuri set the incense down onto the platter. The aroma of cherry lotus started the dance in the air as it burned, A scent she breathed in deeply.

The smoke was sweet, It smelt like crushed cherries and freshwater rivers. A cool breeze on a summer day, A sacchariferous taste lacing it as the wind danced across the valley. It was calming, It was nostalgic. Anemoia, Yet Mitsuri knew it all too well.

She turned around towards the bath, Steam rising up from the water within. Mitsuri rested her hands on the cedarwood sides and slowly got in. Watching as the water parted for her as she sunk inside, Rising up until it was at her neck.

Mitsuri stared up at the ceiling above her, She felt.. fine.

She didn't feel good, Not by any stretch of the word but she didn't feel that bad, Not right now anyways. She just felt fine, For how long she didn't know. But right now was okay.

The smell of the incense kept the bad thoughts at bay, Keeping them away out of mind. Along with the bath that was hot against her skin, Most of the thoughts were burned away along with the sticks. Though, Only one still lingered in her mind.

Shinobu. Mitsuri knitted her eyebrows.

What she said to her the other day bubbled up in her mind like the foam rising up from the bottom of the bath. Mitsuri regretted it, She shouldn't of said something like that and it had been eating away at her for a good few days now.

"G-Get out.. Y-You did this, We both did.. But.. Y-You don't even care at all…"

Mitsuri sunk a little lower in the bath. It was wrong, She knew as soon as Shinobu closed the door that it was wrong. But everything felt just so wrong in that moment. Looking back on it, Mitsuri wanted someone to blame and Shinobu was just an easy target.

Mitsuri grabbed the oil from the side of the bath. Popping open the cap she poured some onto her hands as she started to massage it into her hair, Washing out all of the grease built up over weeks.

Mitsuri would need to apologise. It was nasty what she said, She'll need to see Shinobu later and apologise for their entire meeting.

Though that wasn't to say nothing good came out of it at all, This was the first time in weeks Mitsuri had bothered to leave her room. Not to go outside, Get food or bathe. She didn't want to leave either, The outside world feeling so foreign, So terrifying that she barely left the safety of her covers.

It felt like she was trapped under them at times. The weight of her heavy heart keeping her stuck down on the mattress. [F/N], Mitsuri never really knew how fast a loved ones face can melt away into an abstract masterpiece after they died.

But now as she watched [F/N]'s face appear inside her head, A faded blur of what it once was she understood perfectly now. The features on her face slipping away from her, Only the general splotches of colour and shape left now.

It was terrifying, But her meeting with Shinobu and Obanai seemed to make her shift. Pull her out from under the covers only slightly. The state of the room helped snap her out of her trance too. The rotten food, Piles of clothing and the gathering of dust.

It all helped, If only a little bit.

The promise Shinobu had given told her, The promise of revenge on the demon who did this. It was the one thing that got her moving, The last working cog. Vengeance, She desired it so bad her chest started to throb.

Mitsuri felt a small tear roll down her cheek, Letting it mix in with the bathwater. Even if she was able to get out of her bed, Pull herself and try to wash away the stains. How could she go on now, How could she get vengeance for her?

She could wash off the dirt all she wanted, Scrub and scrub until your skin is spotless but the filth she felt stayed on her like a cancer. How could she ever go on? [F/N], The person she grew up with, The person who stayed with her through thick and thin and the person who loved her despite all of her flaws.

It was hard enough when Rengoku died, Her master who she looked up to like a big brother and taught her everything he knew. When the crow delivered the news she was distraught, But then she at least had [F/N] there to hold her hand, Pull her into a hug and tell her everything would be fine.

But now [F/N] was gone there was no one to do that for her. Comfort her and tell her everything would be fine, Because the truth is it wasn't. Everyone around her that she loved and cared for were dying left and right and soon enough there would be no one left.

[F/N].. Mitsuri could lose everything in the world. She could lose her job, Her friends and her limbs. Even then she could smile and say it was okay, But [F/N].. She just couldn't lose her, Anyone but her.

Mitsuri can't go on, She just can't.

"I want you to know I did it I did on my on voilition. I chose this, You have nothing to feel bad over."

"How could I not feel bad over you, [F/N]?" Mitsuri whispered, Running her fingers through the strands. "You're my best friend.. My first friend. We were suppose to do this together yet I let you down.. I-I deserve this.."

"You deserved a better friend than me."

"That's not true.. You're the one who deserved a better friend.. I was stupid and did nothing at all to help you at all, I did this to you.. How could you say I deserved better..?" Mitsuri mumbled.

"The truth is its you. You were the only thing that made me feel like I had a family, Like I had my childhood, Like I was a normal person for once in my stupid little life. I adore you, Tsuri. I really do."

Mitsuri's tears started to pick up.

"I-It's funny.. You were always able to see the good in others, Even if they were horrible and mean-spirited you were able to find their worth. In everyone.. Everyone except yourself.." Mitsuri sniffled.

"I'm living a lie, Everyday I go to work as someone I'm not because of myself. It's pathetic. There isn't any meaning, I'm sorry for saying this but as these are my last words I feel like it's necessary."

"D-Don't ever say that about yourself.. Don't apologise.. Y-You have nothing to be sorry for. Just because you were someone else doesn't mean your true self has no value.. I-It's not pathetic.. Never say it is.." Mitsuri felt the oncoming tears flow out of her slowly.

The voices stayed silent for a moment. Mitsuri watched the ripples in the water as her vision blurred up.

"I love you, And I wish I said it sooner"

Mitsuri sunk just a little further into the water, She tilted her head up towards the ceiling. Staring far-off somewhere else. The cherry lotus incense still burned bright as ever, Smoke dancing in the air.

"Me too.."

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The ticking of a clock, An earworm that wouldn't stop ticking. Over and over, It repeated without any sign of stop.

There was no clock within the room however, The sound a hallucination to accompany the beads of sweat building up in the humidity of her palms. Ones that rested uncomfortably on her knees as [F/N] sat on the tatami mat.

The dining room, It had barely changed from the real one. Ignoring the dust and cobwebs scattered here and there things like cabinets filled with old china, Several talisman statues and empty incense platters were still lying about.

All of this of course was settled within the long layout of the room supported only by rickety wood support beams. [F/N] bit her tongue, The high ceilings and wide structure made her feel small within the confines.

She couldn't help but scan her eyes left from right, Trying to spot any sign of Kokushibo.

[F/N] had been sitting here for over fifteen minutes now just waiting for him to arrive. She had no idea how he would know she was here and waiting, How he predicted when she would be awake but figured he had some sort of way. However disturbing that way might be..

She rubbed the back of her neck, Trying to massage the ache out of it. [F/N] barely could recognise that same familiar sensation of eyes watching her, It only registering in her mind once she felt the cold breath hit her neck.

[F/N] froze, Body stilling like a lake.

"Good.. You are here." Kokushibo mumbled, Only a foot behind her as his eyes dug into her skin. His stare, It felt like it reached deep into her soul and was looking straight at her very being. Scrutinizing her, Judging her every inch.

[F/N] quickly exhaled, A shaky breath escaping her. She didn't dare to turn around, Gathering her bearings as she spoke.

"What do you want." [F/N] asked, Eyes dead set on the wall opposite of her. She didn't even need to turn around to feel his frown etched deep onto his face.

"When you speak to me.. I expect you to show some respect in your tone.." Kokushibo said. His voice was stoic and unwavering yet held such weight to it that [F/N] couldn't help but swallow down her nerves.

When she didn't make the move to speak, Kokushibo took the chance for her.

He placed down something in front of her with a clank, One that was so quiet yet sounded like sirens within the silence of the dining room.

It snapped [F/N] out of her nervous stupor and brought her eyes down to the object in front of her, Revealing it to be a cooked and cut unagi and rice. Grilled river eel that seemed to be sprinkled with chopped leek and black pepper.

[F/N] stared down at it, Seemingly surprised at what it turned out to be as Kokushibo sat down at the other end of the table.

She looked up at him. Even though he was sitting down on his knees, Hands on his shins he still stood towering over her. The darkness of the room cast a deep shadow over his face, One that was staring right back at her, Not saying a word.

They stayed like that for a few moments. [F/N] couldn't help but feel the growing sense of awkwardness under all the tension as she looked over at him. It was quiet, Unsettlingly so.

Compared to how he acted earlier, This was more.. Hands off than before.

When she had first awoken in her caricature of a bedroom he had been there, Watching her from within the murkiness. Once she raised herself from the bed he hadn't taken any time on approaching her, Grabbing her by the cheek and trying to display some kind of faux affection.

It sent shivers down her spine just thinking about it. He had gotten so close like it was a regular occurrence. He didn't want to let go either, Keeping her in place backed up into the corner in fear. He had absolutely no qualms about invading her space.

Though it must of changed once she had gotten out of there, Ran away down the shrine hallways and came face to face with the void outside. Maybe it was what she said to him or the fact that she had tried running away.

"Tire yourself out all you want.. Run as long and as far as you like but you will never be able to leave me.. Not again. When you come back.. Do not expect to be treated with such affection that I have offered you thus far.. Not until you stop with this stupid rebellious phase of yours.."

[F/N] supposed he had kept to his word. He wouldn't be treating her with any kind of 'warmth' or 'affection' as he so put it, Not until she stopped her 'stupid little rebellious phase.'

Her lip quirked. The way he phrased it sounded so wrong. So infantilizing like she was just a rowdy teenager with a lack of basic manners when in truth she was a wounded hostage, Desperately aching for escape, Salvation.

[F/N] hated him, The way he looked and the deepness of his voice. She hated it all. She feared him too, Right now she was helpless. Without the mask or her sword she was useless, Completely at his mercy.

The dressing around her mid-section was the reminder of that, He could kill her anytime he wanted and the fact that he didn't pissed her off.

Somehow, someway. [F/N] needed to find a way out of here, Away from this nightmare, Away from her captor.

"[F/N].. Eat.. I took time in preparing you that meal.. And I expect you to accept and consume it gratefully.." Kokushibo rumbled. His voice sharp and cold like the edge of his sword, Like he was pointing it right at her, Ordering her to do as he says.

[F/N]'s lip thinned before nodding slowly.

"Use your words.." Kokushibo interrupted, Not accepting her non-verbal communication. [F/N] itched, The words seemingly lost at the edges of thought before she spoke.

"Yes.. Thank you.." [F/N] muttered, Eyes locked onto his middle pair as she waited for his response on baited breath.

Kokushibo stared back at her, A blank unfeeling gaze seeming to weigh her words on a scale. He didn't speak, Just hummed lightly.

"Acceptable.." Was all he said.

He continued looking upon her as [F/N] shakily picked up her pair of chopsticks. The thin wood hovering over the unagi, Trying to determine whether the meat was laced or not.

[F/N] gulped. Was she willing to take the risk?

"What..? It's perfectly good eel, I should know.. I caught it myself." Kokushibo asked lightly. His head cocked to the side, Eyes unblinking as he stared her down. "..Why aren't you eating..?"

[F/N] bit her lip, Thoughts scrambling to find a good reason to present to him.

"I-It's just.. The bowl of soba earlier was enough.. It.. It kind of made me lose my appetite is all.." [F/N] said. It was a lie, The bowl of soba that came along with the note wasn't even touched. She didn't feel hungry, She hadn't for a while now.

Kokushibo's eyes narrowed.

"Impossible.. You have been asleep for weeks, One single bowl of soba is not enough.. You must eat.." Kokushibo argued, An accusatory tone lacing him like a prosecutor as he examined her form.

[F/N] gulped. Weeks. Right, Apparently she had been asleep for weeks? It didn't quite register inside her mind, Her sense of time seemed muddled. Minutes and hours mixed together and became one, Measurement wasn't reliable.

[F/N] exhaled.

"R-Right.." She mumbled. The pair of chopsticks still shaking in her hands she slowly lowered them down towards the unagi. Kokushibo watched as she picked up a piece of eel in-between the sticks before raising it towards her mouth.

Nerves irrationally racing under his gaze, [F/N] parted her lips and placed the eel in her mouth as she stared back at him.

She chewed, A sudden sweet taste started to flood onto her tongue as she did. It was soft, Similar to squid in its texture and was unlike her expectation of a bitter, salty and greasy taste.

"..How is it?" Kokushibo asked.

[F/N] swallowed the chunk in her mouth.

"Good.." She answered and this time it wasn't a lie. It did taste good, It was perfectly cooked and seasoned, Made with care and wasn't laced, At least she thinks so anyways. It was good, But it didn't take away the way it felt strange in her mouth. Not from the taste or personal preference but instead in the way you'd try to eat more on a full stomach.

Kokushibo nodded.

"Continue then.." He said, And [F/N] complied under his command. She continued to eat the unagi however awkwardly it felt, Trying her best to focus on the bowl instead of his face. It was quiet, Neither [F/N] or Kokushibo spoke.

"..How was your sleep?" Kokushibo questioned, Breaking the silence between them.

[F/N] looked up at him, The grasp on her chopsticks grew slightly tighter at his attempt to start a conversation. For whatever reason he wasn't going directly in with the questions, It unsettled her stomach and quite frankly annoyed her.

"Fine.. Could of been better.." [F/N] grumbled, Alluding to the bloody dressing and the room walls surrounding her. She said it with a sarcastic tone and a bead of cold sweat running down her brow as she took another bite of the eel.

Kokushibo paused.

[F/N] kept her eyes down, Hoping she didn't go too far.

"You are still opposed to your new living arrangements.. I suppose.. It's understandable. This is a big change for you.." Kokushibo drawled. [F/N] felt another spike in her annoyance, It was that same infantilizing tone.

[F/N] decided to push her limits.

"Why am I here? Like.. H-How is this place even here.. I want you to give me the truth.." She asked, Raising her head up to meet his and lowering down her chopsticks. Her brows were furrowed.

Even though he had "explained" some of it earlier [F/N] had rejected it entirely. She wanted a truthful answer not hidden behind delusion or manipulation.

Kokushibo was quiet for a moment.

"I have told you over and over.. What I say isn't false nor do I intend to trick you.. What do I need to do to convince you of that?" Kokushibo's voice stated to grow colder, It started to sound irritated at her denial. It seemed like [F/N] was near the limits she could push with him.

"You are my younger sister.. I am your older brother. You are here because I want you to be.. This place is your new home now.. You will not be leaving anytime soon so I suggest you start to accept that.." Kokushibo said in a near deriding tone, Making sure to annunciate every word as clear as day to her.

[F/N] shook her head, She opened her mouth ready to speak but was cut off by Kokushibo's own speech.

"I suppose you already know why you're here.. Except for trying to spend some time with my little sister.. Which you ungratefully don't want to do.. It is also because I have questions of my own.. So.. Here is how this is going to go.." Kokushibo started.

"I will ask a question.. And you must answer truthfully. After you have answered.. You may also ask a question of your own.. And I will answer honestly in return.. We will take turns asking until we are both satisfied." Kokushibo suggested.

[F/N] bit her lip. The proposition he had offered to her was appealing to say the least. She would be able to get her answers while he would be able to get his, What kind of questions he had she had no idea.

It didn't matter though. [F/N] wanted to give in to the temptation, Whatever he could ask her couldn't hurt. She'd get her answers and have some kind of basis on this place.

[F/N] nodded.

"Alright."

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The strong smell of chemicals singed at the tip of her nose, It was the only thing she could sense with her entire sight being a dark nothing. She couldn't hear anything either, Nothing except from a high-pitched ringing that is.

The girl groaned, She writhed around tossing back and forth. It felt like every inch of her was in pain, All of her nerves flared up like bottle rockets and exploding in agony. It was barely bearable.

Where was she?

She had no idea. All of her senses were muddled by the pain in her body, It was hard to tell. A metallic bitterness in her mouth, It was really the only thing that she could taste and the only little thing she could sense.

What even happened, Why was she in so much pain? Everything was in pieces, Parts of her mind scrambled into thousands. It felt like something was just out of her grasp, A lost memory, Something she felt was.. Important.

She stretched out a hand, Reaching out into the abyss. Her fingers tried to grab down on something, Anything that she could touch within the shadows.

As her arm extended forward she could feel a sort of.. Light.

It was hard to explain to her, It wasn't visible nor was she sure it was really there. It was strange like a ghostly apparition reaching back out to her, Their spectral hand grazing the tips of her fingers with a cold touch, Sending shivers down the girls spine.

The girl reached out further, A sudden determination to fight through the agony as she tried to grasp the phantom hand.

Tears prickled at her eyes, The pain was excruciating but she fought through it anyways. The palms of her hands starting to graze the hands of the apparition.

The girl grappled onto them, The freezing touch of their grasp embraced hers like a mother holding their child's hand. It was comforting, Even though it chilled her to the bone it was nice, One that felt familiar.

The hand moved, Bringing the girl forward. The pain had completely dissipated now as she was guided upwards, Gently brought forth into the void.

Though as she felt herself rising upwards the darkness enveloping her started to shift too, The shadow parting for her as she went. A new light started to become visible, One independent from the hand as it started to shine.

The girls lips parted, She felt air rushing into her lungs and escaping out through her mouth. Was she not breathing before? The rhythm of her heart started to beat as the light started to grow larger and larger.

It was so blinding that she had to close her eyes. A sudden resonance echoed from within her mind, Lost memories starting to rise.

The girls obsidian eyes opened wide, The light fading out into the clarity of a room. A sharp gasp came from her, Hands gripping the bedsheets she lay on.

She remembered now.

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[F/N]'s brows knitted together, Her lip bit as she waited on baited breath for his question. The tension built up seemed near visible in the air, Almost suffocating so within the darkness of the room.

Kokushibo sighed, Stoic in face, Completely blank making it near impossible to tell what he was thinking. It was uncomfortable to say the least, [F/N] squirmed around under his gaze.

Though she quickly stilled, Keeping her composure. This was her time to get answers. She couldn't falter here, Not now. She needed to stand her ground, Raise her shoulders and look him straight in the eyes, No matter how herculean of a task staring at them was.

"So.. For my first question.. I'll start easy.. " Kokushibo started, Silence broken as his voice echoed lightly in the room.

"..What is your full name?"

[F/N]'s mouth turned into a frown. A rather anti-climactic question from what she was expecting, Though to be fair she didn't know what she was expecting. [F/N]'s shoulders drop only slightly.

"[F/N] Fujimori." She answered quickly.

Kokushibo stayed silent once more. A bead of sweat rolled down [F/N]'s brow, Though she tried not to show it from her hardened expression. What was he thinking..?

"Alright then.. As per our rules you may now ask me a question.. And I will answer honestly." Kokushibo said, Nodding slightly to urge her on.

A question. It was her time to ask.. But what? Where should she start, Which one out of a thousand should she ask? She could only ask one but that was nowhere near enough.

Another bead of sweat dripped down her side.

[F/N] bit her lip. Start easy. Take a deep breath, You'll be fine.

"Okay.. Where am I.. What is this place?" The first question that came to mind. [F/N] steadied her breathing, Good. It was probably one of the better questions she could of asked. She should get a basis of where she is first, Use it as the foundation to base her next few questions off of.

Kokushibo hummed lowly.

"You are in a replica of your shrine.. I ordered this place to be built a few centuries ago after your.. Accident.." Kokushibo paused. "Though it is not exact.. You may have noticed a few modifications.. They are rather recent and have been made for your comfort here.."

Comfort? Like hell this place could be of any comfort to her. It was a mockery of her home, Her sanctuary. Whatever modifications he could have made would never be able to provide any kind of solace to her.

But it was another part of his sentence that drew her attention.

"Accident?" [F/N] queried, Curiosity building on her tongue.

"It is my turn to ask questions.." Kokushibo cut in, Sharp tone cutting through her with a drop in temperature fastly following it.

[F/N] froze, But nodded along quickly not wanting to push her limits any further.

"Second question.." He started "When I found you once more.. You were injured by me in the rubble of your shrine. You appeared as a man, A Hashira.. Not just any but the one who killed a thousand of my kind.. So my question is to you, Why are you a slayer.. How did you do it..?"

Kokushibo's voice was calm yet [F/N] could sense a new undercurrent of bafflement mixed with.. Disdain. It was confusement, One of the only feelings he had shown throughout their conversation.

And if [F/N] was being honest, She shared the sentiment.

"Well.. I.." [F/N] stuttered. Answer honestly, Those were the rules of the game. But [F/N] barely knew what the truth was.

"..I became a slayer because I.. Because.. My friend was going to become a slayer and I just came along for the ride.. How I killed a thousand, I didn't really intend on doing so.. It just kind of happened.. " It was the truth, [F/N] didn't lie when she answered. But it wasn't exactly the full truth either.

Kokushibo's eyes narrowed.

"You became a slayer because.. You followed a friend?" Kokushibo asked. The disdain in his voice more prominent now as he stared her down. [F/N] swallowed.

"My turn." She answered, Expression turning to stone.

Kokushibo's nose twitched.

"Touché.." Was all he said.

"About the accident you mentioned.. What are you referring to?" [F/N] asked. Accident, The way he said it earlier was like the word was stuck on his tongue. [F/N] could tell it was hard subject, Both from the way he said it and how his face seemed to fall once she asked it.

Kokushibo took a moment before responding.

"Your accident.. Yes. It was around five hundred years ago now in the Sengoku era.. It.. It's still fresh in my mind." Kokushibo's voice started to go down, Only in a single pitch as he spoke. Eyes wandering off somewhere else.

"A few months before it happened you had fallen ill.. A hereditary sickness passed down from our mother.. I had been searching months for a cure to no luck. I had came back to your shrine with.. A kind of cure per se but when I had arrived.. It was too late."

[F/N] listened on intently. This was manipulation, This just a lie. But.. Did he really need to create such a narrative? He had explained her falling ill, Going so far as to describe it as an illness from 'their' mother. Was he really going this far..?

"It wasn't the illness that killed you.. Instead it was a pair of slayers. When I had arrived it was in the middle of winter.. A blizzard had picked up and you had ran out into the snow to escape.. You were fatally wounded and by the time I found you.. You were dead, Curled up in the snow, Your body was already frozen over.." Kokushibo trailed off, His voice growing lower until it wasn't heard anymore.

Kokushibo looked up towards [F/N], Eyes looking upon her form. She was still, Unnaturally so.

Not a single muscle moved, Neither from [F/N] or the demon across the table from her. Her lips were parted, Eyes stuck dead open as she stared down at the table.

"I.. You.." She stuttered. Her voice was so quiet, Her jaw started to shake.

[F/N] looked up to him, Glazed over eyes staring at him with a horrified yet disbelieving expression. She stared as if he had three heads, Her head shook.

"A blizzard.. You said.. You said it was a blizzard?" [F/N] stammered. It sounded like she hadn't spoken in days, Like all water had been deprived from her throat. A blizzard, He said she died in a blizzard.

Kokushibo's frown deepened, A grimace starting to play on his face. He didn't even care that she asked another question, The terrified visage she wore distracting him from that fact.

"..Why? Does that mean something to you..?" Kokushibo queried.

It did. It meant everything to her, Her dreams. The original visions that have been haunting her like spectres for months, The blizzard she had trudged through night after night only to collapse time and time again.

He told her it was the way his sister died. She was killed off by a couple of slayers, One's that fatally wounded. It matched up to the unbearable pain in her chest whenever she was there, The way she felt so frantic in escape. It matched but.. How?

These dreams she barely told to anyone, While she had admitted she suffered from night terrors what happened in them wasn't explained to anyone. No one he would have in contact with should know about her nightmares.

But somehow he knew, It was exactly like how he described.

"Answer me.. And consider it my next question." Kokushibo broke her chain of thought, Yet she could barely hear his annoyed voice from the cold sweat building up on her palm.

"DON'T LET HIM CATCH US, [F/N]. DON'T LET HIM FIND US!"

A voice she hadn't heard in a good long while cried out inside her mind. It was her.. Her double. The start of deviation in her visions, She had came to her with a warning. One she couldn't decipher.

Neurons connected. The end of her dreams, When she had fallen into the snow and curled up into a ball she looked up. And every time she'd see a man rush towards her, Clothed in a lavender nagagi kimono and hakama trousers..

[F/N]'s bottom lip shook, She tried to verbalize her thoughts. Put them into words yet it seemed so difficult from under the weight of her raging mind.

This.. This couldn't be what she thought it meant. It couldn't. It can't..

Kokushibo's expression was unreadable, It wasn't like the annoyance before but instead it was like ice. He was stone, Whatever he was thinking didn't show. And it scared her even more.

"Explain. Now." He said just like his expression, Levelled and untraceable.

[F/N] tried to steady her breathing. A little voice in her head spoke out. Don't falter, Ask further.

"I.. I.." [F/N] stuttered, Setting her hands down onto the table and trying to organise her words. She swallowed back a lump in her throat, Making way for her explanation.

"I.. F-For a few months I've been having.. Nightmares." [F/N] started, Slowly pronouncing her words as if to test them on her tongue.

"Nightmares..?" Kokushibo mulled. He didn't make a change in his expression, Nor did his glare stray from her for a second.

[F/N] nodded.

"Y-Yes.. I've been having night terrors for a while now and in these nightmares.. I wake up in a blizzard." She confirmed.

Kokushibo's stare was blank, His eyes near draining the life out of her as his lips parted slightly.

"What occurs while you are having them?" He asks, But [F/N] only shook her head.

"..Isn't it my turn to ask a que-"

"Forget the questions." Kokushibo interrupted. "Tell me what happens.."

[F/N] froze. His sudden aura of authority was something she could feel in her bones. She was never one to obey any kind of Jurisdiction or higher human power, It wasn't in her nature or her nurture to do so.

But a natural instinct burst up inside her from the new atmosphere surrounding him, One that made her want to answer in fear of the consequences.

"I.. E-Every time I fall asleep I wake up in a blizzard.. I'm in the middle of a forest.. There's this pain in my back.. I.. I'm trying to get out of there but every time I get far I collapse into the snow.." [F/N] explained, Repeated almost exactly what he described back to him.

She decided against telling him the last part after seeing his expression.

Kokushibo at this point had a hand resting on his chin, A nail dug onto the pale moonlight shade of his flesh while another pulled gingerly at his lip. He wasn't readable before, But now [F/N] could feel a sense of.. Elation.

She noticed his face start to turn only slightly. The corners of his mouth starting to tug up subconsciously into a small smile.

It was disturbing, It looked so unnatural on his face like it was a cheap replica of an honest smile. But [F/N] could tell this was genuine enough, All from the way his arachnid eyes gleamed. Though despite the light in his eyes he radiated a darker aura. Something she recognised from the time he had sliced her abdomen.

[F/N] shuddered. He was happy.

"I see.. So you do remember something.." Kokushibo muttered. His eyes were off in thought, His grin was so small yet contained such a feeling of obsessive glee. It sickened her, It made her want to puke.

[F/N] tried to shuffle away slightly on the tatami mat she was sitting on, The bowl of unagi went abandoned as she felt her instincts kick up again.

This was impossible, This entire situation felt so wrong. When at any point in her life did she think she would be here? Staring down the unhinged monster opposite from her while he tried to convince her of blood relation. Through her dreams, No less.

"I-It's only a vision. It.. It means nothing." [F/N] blurted out. A thought that ran through her mind and one that she didn't mean to articulate out loud. Also one that she regretted immediately.

Kokushibo didn't seem wavered at all, His claw just continued pulling at his lip.

"No, No. Even if it is just subconciously.. There is still a part of you that remembers.. This.. This is great." He said just a little louder this time, Exasperated and maybe even a tiny bit excited.

If [F/N] thought his visage couldn't get any more hideous then she was proven very wrong. The way his smile stretched wider to reveal his canines, The way his cheeks made way for it and the way all six of his eyes sparkled under the pale light.

It was horrifying.

She barely registered him getting up from his knees, Standing at his full height within the shadow-infested room. He stalked over, One foot in front of the other barely made any sound as slowly made his way towards her.

[F/N] was only snapped out of her trance one he was now looming over her crouched form. She gasped, Shocked at the sudden closing of distance between them. She tried to move her body away, Try to gain some space but she felt fixed to the floorboards, Body unable to move.

Kokushibo went down onto a single knee, He hunched over with his middle eyes meeting her own in a locked stare down.

He seemed to examine her just for a moment, That smile smaller yet still stretched upon his face as he looked at her.

"..The chances of your dream matching up to my own tale is.. Improbable to say the least. You must agree that it's uncanny.. Do you agree, Little one?" He asked. It was almost as if he was taunting her as she tried desperately to think of an exit, Instincts on overdrive.

[F/N]'s jaw trembled. She was unable to pry her eyes away from his, Keeping her steady in place. She felt words grow on the tip of her tongue, Ready to spill.

"E-Even if what you're implying is right.. If your story has any truth to it.. Even if I am your sister.. Why did you kidnap me and take me here?" She squeaked, Shrill and high-pitched under the intense gaze of the Uppermoon.

It didn't make sense to her at all. It was one of the question she had been wanting to ask for a while now, His story didn't add up. Between both the ruthless nature of demons and their lack of sentimental attachment it just didn't make sense.

If she was his sister then that wouldn't constitute kidnapping her, It wouldn't change the fact that he should of killed her. Why he was so insistent on keeping her here, Why he had such an insane demeanour to him eluded her.

Kokushibo let out a breath of air, A shine in his eyes that could of been mistaken for fondness gleamed bright.

And his teeth glowed even lighter under the pale luminescence.

"Because.. Kidnapping you was a necessary evil.. The outside world is dangerous for someone like you.. If I let you out the chance of you getting injured or killed grows too high for my liking.. You need to stay here where it's safe, You need to stay here with me.." Kokushibo started.

[F/N] had no idea what to say, There was nothing to say. What words could she ever use to explain the overwhelming feelings rushing around inside her. Fear.. Anger.. Confusion and Hopelessness.

None of those words portray how she really felt. How much it felt like her heart was going to explode or how badly she wanted to run away.

"I'm your big brother, It's my job to protect you.. That's why you're here with me. I can't let you go back to those pathetic little slayers.. They are the reason I lost you for so long in the first place.."

He continued his rambling, Spoke about her colleagues and comrades with such acidity. The expression on his face was growing even more deluded and unhinged by every syllable spoken. [F/N] couldn't understand a single word, All mixing into a hazy mess.

"Besides.. If you just accept your new living situation then I'm sure you'll grow accustomed well enough.. If you would just stop with your little tantrum then you'll be much happier.. I can assure you of tha-"

Kokushibo paused mid-sentence

[F/N] watched in confusion as his smile fell and his face reverted back into his usual cold and serious expression in an instance.

He got up from the ground and tilted his head up towards the roof of the room, Seemingly engrossed in something [F/N] couldn't make out.

"Muzan-sama.." Kokushibo spoke lowly, His voice was filled with cordiality and stoicism similar to how a knight would speak to a king.

[F/N]'s eyebrows raised, Her lips pressed tightly together careful not to make a sound. Was he.. Was he speaking to Kibutsuji? The demon king, The progenitor of all demons and the bastard who had ordered her to be killed?

That's.. Not good.

[F/N] didn't speak a word though, It looked like they had some sort of telepathic link. Her sweat dropped more than it already doing, One after the other things got more and more insane. How much more can she handle?

The silence was louder than any sound, It felt suffocating yet she didn't dare to break it for a second. She didn't think she'd be intimidated by the progenitor, The passage of his name back at the corps meant nothing to her but now?

[F/N] was alarmed, On edge. Her fate was juggled in the hands of demons and death would be the better option in this scenario. She needed to wait on baited breath and see what the verdict was.

Kokushibo stood there, Nodding once or twice without ever saying a word. However whatever conversation they were having seemed important, She could tell by the sharpening of his eyes and the way his shoulders stiffened.

Was he going to tell him about her? What were they talking about? It was impossible to tell.

"Yes.. I will head over now." Kokushibo said at last. It was the final thing he said, A small nod before all movements went still.

They stood there, It was dead quiet.

Kokushibo looked down at her, That same cold expression on his face as he looked back at her.

"..I have been ordered to leave.. While I am gone I expect you to behave.. Do not try and run lest you wish to waste your energy.. Think over what we discussed here today and then maybe you'll start to see reason.."

That was all that he said to her. Kokushibo didn't wait for her answer before vanishing into thin air, Gone in an instant.

[F/N] exhaled, A breath she didn't know she was holding was released into the now empty room. It was colder now, The silence returned once again to invade every corner of the walls confines.

She came in for answers yet came out with more questions than she expected or wanted, The entire ordeal rewinding in her mind like a cassette.

This couldn't be real, She just wouldn't accept it.

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[F/N]'s feet dragged behind her out of the room, She didn't bother sliding the door shut. Too enraptured with the thoughts of her own mind to care.

She trudged down the hallways, Her head felt like a hurricane right now. Swirling and rushing around at high speeds, Thoughts coming in and out even faster. [F/N] felt like a weight was dropped in her chest, Doing the best of her ability to breathe in and out and not collapse onto the wall.

What were the chances that her dreams and his story matched up? It was impossible, He had described the exact sequence of events that occurred and had linked it to his sister's death.

[F/N] couldn't be related to him, She couldn't be related to Uppermoon one, A centuries old demon who has most definetly killed thousands at this point. But.. The coincidence was too big to be considered one.

She was conflicted to say the least, It felt like her brain and her heart were at war with each other. Her brain was telling her that there was no way that this could be possible, There was no feasible way.

Her heart on the other hand said otherwise, It told her that he was telling the truth. That there was some semblance of honesty to what he was saying yet it also told her that she should run. It resonated in her like nothing else.

It's words reminded her of that dream, Her double's warnings screaming into her ear like an air-raid siren. Crying and wailing out into the storm.

"WE CAN'T LET HIM CATCH US, HE'S NOT THE SAME. WE NEED TO RUN OR ELSE WE'LL NEVER GET AWAY, PLEASE [F/N] LISTEN TO US!"

Her double spoke as if they were one, Which they technically were but it felt different. It felt as if they were really the same person, Not split into two but just one single person.

[F/N] thought it was a prophetic dream from Inari, A warning about the shrine's future attack and to be prepared. At the time it felt like the most rational meaning. But now she didn't think that was the case anymore, It wasn't about the shrine at all.

It was about Kokushibo.

Her double spoke as she knew him all too well, She was scared of him. She told her he wasn't the same, Could that be referring to him being a demon? Maybe, [F/N] wasn't sure.

Or could it be referring to his behaviour. Back when he was towering over her, Leaning down to her level she could see the primal feeling behind his eyes, Like a feral animal. Not unlike a rabid wolf, It was a look she hadn't seen in anyone.

He was so sure that she was his little sister, And at this point? [F/N] had no idea what to think.

Everything was so complicated, It was all happening in such a short period of time that she just couldn't wrap her head around it. [F/N] didn't even want to think about it anymore, It made her head throb and even though she had only been up for an hour or two she just wanted to go to bed again.

[F/N] kept walking through the hallways, She had decided that it was exactly what she was going to do. She needed to sleep on it, Come back tomorrow and figure things out on a clean slate.

CREAK!

[F/N] raised her head from the ground. The old floorboards made a loud noise up ahead from behind the corner. [F/N] could tell it was from the lowering of a foot, Heavy and firm.

She groaned. Kokushibo was back already? That was quick. She didn't want to put up with him again, She just wanted sleep. One that actually made her feel like she was refreshed and rested once she woke.

Sighing, She called out to him.

"..I don't want to continue talking, I'm tired and-"

[F/N]'s speech was cut off, Her pace freezing like water in a single instant as she stared the man down.

That.. That isn't Kokushibo.

The man that turned the corner didn't look like him at all. Instead it was a young man of average height. He had a salmon shaded short-cut for hair and his skin was so pale that it was near sheet white, The only breaks from the artic colour were the thick navy blue streaks wrapping around his entire body.

His eyes widened at the sight of her, They were golden with his sclera like broken glass. It seemed he didn't expect her either.

[F/N] inhaled sharply. The kanji in his eyes catching her off guard. This is a demon, Not just any.. But Uppermoon three.

He opened his mouth to speak, Vampiric fangs glistening in the turquoise light.

"You.. What are you doing here?"

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The evening sun was lowering down on the horizon, The sky painted with hues of red, orange and purple made it look like a masterfully painted watercolour canvas. It was beautiful, Along with the cool breeze brushing into the valley it made a perfect landscape.

The butterfly mansion sat as tall as ever. Several Kakushi and slayers walked in and out about the building, They were sparse in numbers.

Most of the injured from a few weeks ago were already healed back to full health and were sent on their way. The ones that remained still lain on their hospital bed, Being treated by the residents here.

Shinobu wiped her brow, Beads of sweat brushing off onto the side of her wrist as she knelt down in front of the garden patch. Cabbage and turnip halfway grown within the fertile soil. She was currently picking weeds out from the stone lining around the vegetable patch, Gloves clad on her hands as she plucked another out.

Shinobu felt the cold breeze brush against her skin and flow through her hair. She inhaled, Taking it all in. It truly was a beautiful evening, It felt serene. Tranquil in the warm rays of the setting sun.

She listened to the birds chirp and the grasshoppers sing from the bushes. An amaranthine setting. So peaceful that she could pick up the soft footsteps approaching her from behind.

They were slow and Shinobu could hear them stop a metre or two away from her, She didn't need to look up from her work to know who it was.

Shinobu smiled quietly as she pulled out another weed.

"Mitsuri-chan.. It's nice to see you outside." Was all she said to her, Focused on her work.

Mitsuri stood a fair bit away from Shinobu. She was dressed in a white kimono decorated with vivid burst of colour, Blues and pinks morphing into a floral pattern. Both it and her dripping watermelon hair gently wove back and forth in the wind.

Mitsuri didn't smile, Only looked down at her sandals.

"Shinobu-chan.. I.. Are you busy? I can come back later if you are.." Mitsuri asked, Her voice was as quiet as the breeze around them as she fiddled with her fingers.

Shinobu shook her head and stood up from her crouching position.

"No, No! Just doing a bit of gardening is all.." She said, Turning around to meet Mitsuri with that same smile she always did.

Mitsuri looked better than she was last time Shinobu saw her. Her hair wasn't plagued by grease and her kimono looked fresh and recently washed. Though Shinobu could pick out a few outliers like the bags under her eyes and the way her braids weren't as carefully done as they usually were.

But overall, It was a good change.

"If you came here to apologise, It's fine." Shinobu spoke. Though her smile was taught her tone was genuine. Mitsuri shook her head.

"No.. No it's not. I said some really nasty things that I shouldn't of said. I'm really sorry Shinobu-chan, I-I hope you're doing fine.." Mitsuri sighed. She couldn't bring her eyes to meet Shinobu's, Too ashamed to see her face.

"Really, It's quite alright. You weren't thinking straight, I understand that.. And if it's any consolation I didn't take anything to heart." Shinobu assured, Taking a few steps towards the other girl.

Mitsuri didn't answer, Neither did she look up from the ground in shame.

Shinobu took a few more steps forward until they were only three feet apart, Approaching slowly her smile started to slightly decrease.

"Mitsuri-chan. [F/N] wouldn't of wanted you to be like this, I know this because it was in her last words.. I know it's hard but you need to stop blaming yourself." Shinobu assured, Her voice grew to a gentle whisper as she approached the other girl.

Mitsuri's expression didn't change.

"I-It was my fault though. And entirely mine.. I'm sorry about that by the way.. But the thing is if I had just tried a little harder or recognised the signs sooner I could of prevented this.. I could of done something.." Mitsuri lamented, A dull sorrow in her voice as she looked up at Shinobu.

"No, You couldn't of. Things like these are hard to recognise.. Some people can appear so happy and carefree but we never know what's going on down below. You couldn't of known.. I promise." Shinobu reassured her, Her hand reached out and grabbed Mitsuri's shoulder in a comforting manner.

Mitsuri's frown started to shake.

"N-No.. Shinobu. I could of, I did. I knew it was there yet I did nothing.. And now I need to live with what I've done.. What I could of done to stop her." Mitsuri whispered, Tears starting to prickle at her eyes.

Shinobu looked back into her shamrock eyes, Her glazed over violet a comfort to the girl.

"She really meant that much to you, Didn't she?" Shinobu asked lowly.

Mitsuri sniffled.

"She's half of my soul, As the poets may say." She replied.

Shinobu smiled.

"That's a quote from a book, Isn't it?" She asked, A lighter tone playing on her words.

Mitsuri's frown tried it's best to turn back into a smile.

"You've read that one too..?" She asked her.

"Of course, It's a romantic tragedy. One of my favourite genres.. I'm guessing it's one of yours too then." Shinobu questioned in turn. Mitsuri nodded.

"Yeah.. I was always into those kinds of romance books when I was younger and I don't know why but.. That quote kind of stayed with me, You know..? I always thought when I grew up that I'd find the person who I could say that about" Mitsuri's smile lowered.

"..I guess I just didn't realise I had her until she was gone.." She mumbled.

Shinobu rubbed Mitsuri's shoulder, A comforting action to try and soothe her nerves.

"I know.. I.. I'll miss [F/N] too. She really was one of a kind.. One day we'll avenge her though, We'll find the demon alright? We'll make sure her death meant something.." Shinobu admitted lowly, The smile on her face now gone as she looked down downwards her shoes.

Mitsuri thought over her words, Considering every vowel and consonant. All before bringing Shinobu into an awkward hug.

It was one that made Shinobu flinch on touch, But her figure relaxed before returning the gesture, Arms wrapping around Mitsuri's back.

"Alright.. We'll find them. We'll get revenge.." Mitsuri confirmed.

Shinobu was unable to see her face but she could feel the patter of tears fall onto her haori. Shinobu nodded, Staying silent.

They stayed like that for a good few seconds, Before a voice called out to them both.

"Lady Kanroji, Lady Kocho!" The voice yelled out.

They instantly retreated back into their previous positions away from each other. Shinobu recognised the voice as Aoi, One of the staff working at the estate.

She stood wide within the doorframe of the main entrance, Her face was alarmed as she looked at the both of them.

Shinobu and Mitsuri shared a look before running over to Aoi, Stumbling to a halt in front of her.

"Kanzaki-san, Is everything alright?" Shinobu asked, Her personality switched back into it's usual exercised type. A serious expression lain on her face as she looked at her staff.

A bead of sweat rolled down Aoi's forehead. She took a deep breath in, Unable to find the words.

"I shouldn't explain it, I think it's better if you hear it yourself.. Lady Kanroji, You especially." Aoi said. She took no time in turning around and speed walking down the hallway, Head motioning the two to follow her down the passage.

The two followed along with her down the butterfly mansions hallways, Their footsteps echoing out as it hit against the polished wood. Pristine white walls and mahogany doors passed them by as they went, But they were focused on following the girl in front of them.

Shinobu wondered what could've gotten into Aoi for her to act like this, All while Mitsuri was confused on why her especially needed to be there.

It wasn't long until they reached a certain door at the end of a hallway, It was cracked open only slightly letting the light from inside the room flood into the passage.

Aoi didn't hesitate to push the door open and step inside. Mitsuri and Shinobu following after as the room came into view.

It was a single bedroom, One usually used to care for patients in critical condition. It was decorated with a single bed in the middle, Two nightstands at the side and a closet. The source of light being a tall window to the side of the bedding, Letting a single warm ray shine down onto the patient on the bed.

Laying down under the covers was a small girl. She was wrapped in bandages and her unruly blonde hair was a mess, She looked tired when her dark eyes peered up to meet the three who just entered the room.

"H.. Hey.." She stuttered out, Her throat hoarse.

A neuron connected in Shinobu's mind. She remembered who this was. Her name was Maika Heihachiro, She was one of the shrine-maidens at the Kakushi base. A few weeks ago she was found passed out under a bunch of rubble, Right next to where [F/N]'s pool of blood was.

She wasn't able to be questioned on what happened however. Maika had suffered several injuries including severe blood loss, A deep cut on her back and bad frostbite. She had to be put into a medically induced coma to let her body heal.

Though she had awoken now, Conscious and sound of mind by the looks of it.

Shinobu quickly brushed past Aoi and Mitsuri, Speed walking over to the girls smile. Façade brought back on.

"Hello there! Are you doing alright? You've been asleep for quite some time!" Shinobu exclaimed, Looking down at her with a sugar sweet smile.

"I.. I'm fine.." Maika coughed. Shinobu quickly reached over to the wooden nightstand beside her and grabbed the pitcher of water.

She handed to the girl who gratefully accepted the refreshment. Mitsuri moved over to the other side of the bed to look down at the girl. Her expression still hurt by her mourning but curiosity danced along her features anyways as she looked at her.

"Mitsuri-chan.. This is Heihachiro-chan! She was one of the shrine-maidens back at the Kakushi base" Shinobu started.

"I.. I see." Mitsuri responded solemnly.

"That's not all, But you were also there when Fujimori was killed and eaten, Yes?" Shinobu asked, Turning back around to face Maika with an expectant look on her face.

Mitsuri's eyes widened in shock, Surprise coursing through her bloodstream as she looked down at Maika with wide eyes. A sudden hope rising inside her, Circling in her chest.

Maika paused, Then shook her head.

"N-No.."

Mitsuri's face fell, Her thou-

"T-That's not what happened..!" Maika exclaimed however instantly broke out into another coughing fit, Body spasming and her hand covering her mouth.

Mitsuri's brows knitted together, The words coming out of Maika didn't make sense. Not what happened.. What.. What does that mean.

Mitsuri came closer, Her hand reaching out going to grip Maika's free one with a reassuring hold. Mitsuri's fingers entwined with hers as she looked down on her.

"What do you mean..?" Mitsuri whispered. Eyes not taken off Maika for a second.

Maika's coughing fit died down, Her body laid peacefully on the bed.

"[F/N]-sama.. Fujimori-san.. T-They're the same person!" She explained.

Shinobu shook her head.

"Yes.. We're aware. But, Do you mind telling us what you mean by 'that's not what it happened'?" She asked softly.

Maika paused for a second, The sunlight from the window rested down on her face. Pale skin glowing in the luminescence as she spoke.

"[F/N]-sama.. She.. It's hard to remember, It's all fuzzy in my mind but.. She.. She wasn't eaten.." Maika explained, Eyes clenching shut. A headache forming in her frontal lobe as she spoke.

Both Mitsuri and Shinobu looked at each other. A shared stare that meant disbelief, Confusion and sheer bafflement. Maika didn't stop explaining as she squeezed Mitsuri's hand, Bringing her back into the conversation.

"What.. What do you mean [F/N] wasn't eaten?" Mitsuri asked, Levelling herself closer to Maika. Eyes wide as she looked at her, Confusion played all over her face.

"S-She wasn't eaten.. No.. S-She.. She was taken.. I.. The demon that tried to kill her just.. He just stopped.. Picked her up and.. and walked away.." Maika said. "It's all so fuzzy.. I.. I'm having a hard time remembering..

Mitsuri and Maika's eyes locked. Mitsuri looked at her, A sudden shine sparking up inside her like a lighter grew bright in her eyes. It was one she hadn't had in weeks, It was the glimmer of hope.

"I-It's fine.. But what.. What are you saying?" Mitsuri asked, Her voice was so small yet her face held such light to it.

"I-If I am right.. If I am remembering correctly.." Maika's eyes shared that same spark, That same light swirling around in her eyes.

"[F/N]-sama is alive."

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