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marchieval · 2 years
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Wind Vane
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Synopsis: He comes in like a hurricane, destroying the path he took with each step of his wake. There was the fury of his sword, the scowl on his scarred face, the unrelenting strength of his arms, and the roughness of his war-worn hands. You were simply the wind vane to his winds. Wherever he goes, you never fail to face him in all his barbaric glory. You were drawn to him as the whispers of the winds caressed your skin. For he— a savage, a savior, had yet to destroy what's left in the foundation of your vane.
"You think you can take me?"
"I can take all of you."
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sanemi shinazugawa x reader, nsfw, dark, obsession, unhealthy relatonships, unhealthy coping mechanism, vaginal sex, extremely dubious consent, size kink, size difference, possessive behaviour, yandere sanemi shinazugawa, rough oral sex, porn with plot
This will just be a teaser, the first chapter is already uploaded to my AO3 account, the link is at the end. Enjoy! Reblogs are very much appreciated.
Two years had passed since the last time you had seen him. Two longing years since a coin had flipped, and there he stood in the center, as you orbited around him, spinning, circling until the coin tipped over, fallen flat. A far, dormant distance left with the unmoving wind.
You watched him walk towards you with a scowl on his face, your discomfort growing with each stride he took. For a brute, he was awfully silent, there were no excessive sounds, not a tweak of wood or even a light-feather of a footfall on the way he moved even with his blatant show of displeasure thinning like a red thread ready to snap.
Ignorance was the key to flee from his radar, to get out of his rage unscathed. That or distance, but then again, there was no other way to get distant from him, not when both of you are a bit incapacitated, and Kocho insisted to heal both of you. You had these strategies to get out of his way whenever he had a bout of angry bursts, wreaking havoc, or just plainly needing to let other people have a difficult time. You were just about to go silent when he suddenly broke you of your reverie with a china simultaneously falling and cracking, a vase shattered near your head.
“What kind of demon slayer who’s not aware of their surroundings?”
You nearly balked at his outrageousness, disbelief showing with how you licked your bottom lip before showing gritted teeth. He was your superior, but you were far from the life where you had warranted those people to bring you down. But then again, ignorance is the means to get out of his rage unscathed when it comes to people like him. And yet you can’t help but whisper, just a tight exhale, barely there, and too small of a tone.
“What's your problem?”
With that unconscious move, you have realized your error and it was too late to change it when you felt his unrelenting eyes on your shaken frame. “What did you just say, pipsqueak?”
You didn’t even know where your courageousness was rooted. But there was a part of you that wanted to peek, to discover another crack inside the wall and look inside. With that thought alone, you sucked in your cherry bottom lip and faced him.
“I-I said what’s your problem?” you held your chin up, your eyes meeting his. Annoyance flaring in his nostrils, a ticking muscle in his jaw. “You're not the only one who had suffered from all this. You’re insufferable! The least you could do is to—”
“Is to what?” Unexpectedly, he was right in front of you, cramming your personal space. A smidgen expanse of air that you share every breath you take in lined with how his chest heaved up and down.
“Tell me, woman...” he murmured, the low timbre of his voice reverberating directly to your belly, tiny back of your hairs standing. “What do I have to do, huh?”
You chose to remain silent. You refused to look at him, to get caught up with the near oblivion of his eyes, how the blackness of his pupil expanded, his breath turning ragged, his too big of hand on the curve of your waist.
“Tch! This mission doesn't need for a child like you to meddle around. You don't deserve to have that sword if you are as spineless as to speak of what you want.”
“I am not spineless.”
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow at that, contemplating whether to let you finish and see the embarrassment flooding your whole physique or just punch his way out of this.
You wanted to scream at him, to make him listen. You wanted to open your mouth, spit the words of what you had been through, to bring out the tempestuous storm brewing inside your chest. But you didn’t, you stood there as composed as you were earlier and stood straight, chin lifted, your eyes against his.
“I may not be a Hashira. But I am as much of a demon slayer as you are.”
Silence had befallen between the both of you, it settled in the small room and waited for each to break. The Wind Hashira have yet to move, but you watched his gaze slowly travel from where your toes are curled in your socks, the light tremor in your thighs, the bone-white knuckles stretching in your fists, to your saliva-coated lips, your eyes wide and blown. A short puff of a breath, the subtle little groan in his throat.
Then his lips were on yours that made you whimper. His tongue, a force to get reckoned with, had licked its way through your lips, twirling and licking, and just making you utterly boneless and helpless. You couldn’t match the entirety of his pace, but you tried to return the same vigor, the same energy he had extorted. Both of your hands were trapped gripping the already open uniform in his chest.
You were lost deep within the kiss that the hand traveling down your spine had roughly grabbed your ass that jolted you away from him. A whimper escaped you when his other hand remained on your nape, a vice grip that was borderline excruciating, locking you in place. The kiss was broken but his hands remained in your body, gripping, and groping, and trapping you in his embrace.
There was the rhythm of his heart, the rapid tugs of his lips straight to your core. He leaned down, his slick tongue sliding on the shell of your ear, making you sagged in his arms, his weight supporting yours. Then he whispered, a tone so deep that your cunt tightened involuntarily to nothing.
“You think you can take me?”
“I—” Oh, god. You breathed out, without hesitation, stared at his gaze, your hands brushed to his chest, fingering the skin with your nails. “I can take all of you.”
“Oh, really now?”
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devildevourer on archiveofourown.
WORD COUNT OF CHAP 01/ 02: 8815
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36154183/chapters/90122230
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marchieval · 2 years
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HANDS ON ME
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⩩. OO1; 🌹: CHAINSAW MAN.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmakima x reader nsfw drabbles.
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prompt: you asked Makima to put her hands on your neck and choke you.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDAINTY AND LITHE fingertips had brushed against the soft skin of your pristine neck. It was a mere feather-light touch that reverberated down through your spine. The little hairs in the back of your neck stood up with just a touch, it was petal-like and a bit cruel. Manicured and well-groomed nails were shades darker against your unmarred flesh. Like velvet, there was a taint of crimson on your cheeks that were all flushed, and a side bitten inside by teeth.
Makima can hear every breaths you take, each inhale getting heavier compared to the last. You were bare from the aesthetic filters that you usually wore to work, a professional look that complemented well with your uniform as a devil hunter. Not only that, but you were also healed from the scars thanks to your master's abilities. Those scars were reminders of death, of blood— of devils roaming around the vicinity of the realm of the living. And yet you were healed by one, promises of an easy life were just a finger away from her palm.
You were an investment, a pet that have yet to be properly trained, a dog that desired to be leashed by her chains. And you, an art of hatred turned pleasure, were truly a mesmerizing sight to behold. Makima was willing to play along with your wishes, giving you a taste of heaven then introducing you to a whole new world of pain. She just had to see you break slowly, savoring every whimpers and cries, before taking everything you had, everything you hold dear.
“Is this truly what you desire?” Her question sounded genuine, her voice like silk against the deafening silence of the night. She stood there before you, her black blazer resting on the executive leathered chair behind. Her neatly pressed white undershirt was similar to a wraith, shadow-bounded against the glows of the city lights.
“What do you want, pet. Is it my hands on your neck?”
You nodded with eagerness and Makima had to stifle a laugh with your action. Her fingers travelled from your neck, gently massaging the muscles that made you arched forward, your body shifted closer towards her legs.
Now, her hand grasped your jaw, a finger prodding to your saliva-coated lips, prying it open with a gentle force, then spreading the slick wetness of your tongue to your lips. She watched the slick pooled in your mouth, dribbling slowly until droplets stained the lush beige carpet.
“I need words, pet.” She abruptly removed her hand from your face, walking towards her desk to retrieve a single Marlboro stick from her coat.
She can hear you swallowing, your nerves stimulated with the anticipation. With a flick of orange-bright fire, she took a breath of smoke along with your answer.
“Yes, please.” She raised an eyebrow at ypur response.
“Yes, please what?”
“I want master's hand wrapped around my neck!” You almost cried out. The frustration of your voice rolled in waves. Makima set her golden eyes upon your kneeling figure, a tight-lipped smile carved in the ends of her lips.
Her gaze was half-lidded, enjoyment dancing around the black circular ringlets of her eyes. She was contemplating whether to satiate your desire of pain or leave you hanging for good.
A fully bloomed rose would be a great emulation of your current circumstance. Whenever an avaricious individual plucked the flower out of its root, beguiled by the petals that curve along the edges, the consciousness of pain (blood dripping, pin-pricked by helpless thorns) will become primary.
After all, pain is always secondary when it comes to man's greed. Fear is born when they neglect the thought of having consequences from their actions. That's the beauty of conquering, the art of manipulation. And there was something with the way you pursed your lips, eyes all watery and wide, and your hands twitching to hold her, to plead, to beg more. To make her give in and just do it.
But most humans feel entitled to things they want, it's a subconscious apparition that set primal instincts of being alive— becoming of man in the name of sin and survival. Greed and lust were the two factors that Makima wanted to overcome, she was fortunate enough that she was a devil. Thus, when she retracted her hand from your neck, her nonchalant smile stayed the same while her eyes flaunted mirth.
And you remained silent, still on your knees, purple blemishes gradually coloring where the the carpeted floor meet your body.
At that moment, she took another puff of the half-finished cigarette and blown the smoke straight up to your whimpering face.
“We don't get to have what we want, sweetie.”ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ『 🥀:◜CSM◞​:ㅤ起死回生。』
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⁰⁰¹ㅤDRABBLE! NSFW! . . .
Feel free to send a request regarding Makima x reader drabbles. I don't have any specific rules when it comes to writing Makima.
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marchieval · 2 years
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Reach For The Stars
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ㅤㅤㅤ“What did you dream about?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You. Always you.”
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Dear Suguru,
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI have been feeling dreamy lately. As if I was stuck in a trance every time I see a hint of red horns, black threads of silk, and a carved devilish smile. I like your strength, the philosophical words escaping your lips, your hands around my body, your comforting light of a breath. I like your... everything. With every thought of you filling in my mind, I feel a light tap of pitter-patter on my chest that gradually blows to poles drumming on my heart.
I wasn't aware that you grew daisies in my head and sweet lilacs in my chest. I can practically taste the soft texture of petals in my tongue and the pin-pricked sensation in my throat. Until there were butterflies on my stomach that I have never felt before. It felt too real, everything felt too real.
I guess the aftermath of these written words will hurt once I've poured it in a jar, bury it under catacombs, underneath the tombstone belonging to my one friend, regret. I'll feel empty without you planting a whole fairy garden in me. It was ethereal and dreamy. But then again, you didn't care enough to pluck the weeds, to water and nurture the garden in me. Until the feeling had grown wild, untamed beasts eating me inside.
How you could do this to me? I feel so helpless and empty, and yet here I am. I still love you, I always do. But it's not you I'm in love with, are you?
You're just a dream. A stimulated sensation that reached the stars, my body being hauled in cloud nine. You're just a dream. Once woken up from my deep slumber, all the memories of you will fade to the familiar colors of pastel-colored curtains, the warm hues of the Summer sun. You're too good to be true, to be alive. But wait for me, I'll be reaching for the stars.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤYours Truly,
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This will serve as a synopsis for an upcoming five chapter story featuring Geto Suguru and you set in the modern verse. A may-december relationship, inspired by the song, All Too Well by Taylor Swift. But much darker.
Hopefully, I can post this piece by the end of December. But this month is hell and finals is just around the corner so please bare with my slowness of updates.
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marchieval · 2 years
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It seems that you like to write things with dark themes, but what would you think if you received a request with something "softer"?
Of course! I don't usually write fluff, domestic, or like contemporary stuff but I am willing to explore. Do forgive me for my late reply, there's a lot going on and I just want to bang my head on the wall. Happy New Year! ( Also, I just posted a "fluff" of Gojo x Makima, if you're interested, this is the link! ) https://archiveofourown.org/works/32657656/chapters/90164086
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