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Never got a request for them you say…

I know i request way to fucking much but I can’t help myself I love ur writing🫶

Butttt hear me out adult trio gojo geto shoko with fem reader. I’m thinking professional reader, who has an exhausting but rewarding job comes home exhausted, but her 3 lovers cheer her right up <333

Could be fluff or smut, I just need them in my life Fr

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Character: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Shoko Ieiri, FAB!Reader

Word Count; 2,853

Warning: overworked reader, nipple play, oral sex, praising, making out, achohol consumption, Geto in a fucking apron has me FERAL

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I had lots of fun with this one 🥵🌶 Spicy loved it 1000000/10 would recommend.

Everything hurt, from your feet to your back, as you exited your car, the garage shutting behind you. You had been gone for twelve hours, leaving at six and getting home when you'd left this morning. But you couldn't complain. Your business had taken off, and as CEO, you had responsibilities to take care of, which tended to keep you away from home longer than you'd like, but the paycheck was worth it.

You had started your own candle company in college. Book tropes, characters, and television series inspired the candles you made. Your shop had been small, and you were content with that. Until your partners suggested advertising on social media, reaching out to authors, broadening your horizons. You hadn't expected much, maybe a couple of dozen more orders, a few rejection letters from said authors. What you hadn't been expecting was for your products to go viral, and several authors jumped at the opportunity to commission you for custom character candles.

Your tiny little shop became a big-time shop so fast it had your head spinning. You shipped orders worldwide, made custom customer orders, and were featured on several podcasts. Your company was close to being a multimillion-dollar company with several locations. While exciting, and you didn't need to worry about money, it was exhausting. Long hours, dozens of meetings, and business trips were your new norm; it came with the title CEO. You loved your job! There was, however, one downside.

You missed the fuck out of your partners.

With your position, you could take care of the house payment and utilities. Allowing your partners to do whatever they want without worry. Shoko was studying to become a surgeon, Geto was working on a novel, and Satoru was your biggest investor; seeing as he was from a wealthy family, he could do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to help your company grow. Things were perfect; it justified you working so hard all the time. Some days were more exhausting than others, but it was also gratifying. Your partners could pursue their dreams, and as long as they were happy, so were you.

”I’m home.” You announced mid-yawn, removing your heels and setting them to the side. You ventured into the living room. The condo was clean and tidy, as per usual, thanks to your amazing partners. They took such good care of the house when you were gone.

“Welcome home.” Suguru greeted you from the kitchen. Both the mouth-watering aroma of prepared food and the sexy man stopped you in your tracks. “Thank you for all of your hard work today, Princess.” He wore gray sweatpants, his hair pulled into his signature half up half down style.

The best part of his whole outfit was the apron. Good god, it was illegal! The black apron went around his neck and tied firmly around his waist. It read, ‘My meat is 100% Going In Your Mouth’. It was a gag gift, one you’d need to thank Satoru for purchasing. Suguru was wiping his damp hands on it as he made his way around the island, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

You melted in his embrace, your arms snaking around him as he kissed the top of your head. “Thank you. It’s good to be back.” You sniffed at the air, happily groaning at the scent of food. “That smells absolutely amazing, Sugu!”

“You had a long day, so I made one of your favorites.” You followed him into the kitchen, staring at the four neatly prepared plates of perfectly prepared katsudon and fluffy white rice. ”I was finishing up the salad. It should be done in a few minutes.”

A warm body pressed against your back; the smell of clean linen and musk followed the body's movements behind you as Satoru rested his chin on your shoulder. “I hope so, I’m starving.” The whiny tone that resonated from Satoru had Suguru rolling his eyes at his antics as he chopped up lettuce. “But not as hungry as you probably are. You busted your ass today, as usual.” Soft lips peppered your cheek with kisses.

“It was a very long day.” You reached forward, grabbing a slice of cucumber off the cutting board and popping it in your mouth. “But it’s well worth it.”

“Long day; I guess this calls for some sake,” Shoko added, handing you a glass of chilled peach sake.

You took a long sip, humming at the sweet taste that danced over your tastebuds. “Shoko, what would I do without you?” Your exhausted-looking girlfriend took a long sip of her drink before pressing a kiss against your lips.

”You would be stuck with these two idiots.”

“Hey!”

Satoru pouted, while Suguru just shook his head with an unbothered chuckle. The carefree atmosphere and warm aura had you relaxing, the tension leaving your shoulders as the four of you sat down for dinner. While you ate and conversed with them, your partners looked you over while you weren’t paying them attention. Suguru took note of the dark circles under your eyes before looking at Satoru from his peripheral vision. He had noticed the circles along with how your skin appeared paler tonight. Dark and blue-hued eyes focused on Shoko. Her dark brown eyes examined you as she would a patient.

The three of them reached the same conclusion: you were exhausted, burning the candle at both ends. They knew very well how seriously you took your job; your work ethic was nothing to be sneezed at. No matter how sick or tired you were, you constantly pushed yourself to do more, to provide for them. Your motivation was fueled by positive forces, and there was nothing wrong with being driven by a goal.

However, the moment your goal began to run you down, that’s when you had a problem. You needed a break—some time to rest properly and recuperate. The three of them set their plan into action just with mirror eye contact.

“All right,” Suguru stood, collecting the dishes off the table, “Satoru and I will clean the kitchen. Shoko, why don't you take our sweet girl and get her relaxed?”

“Oh, don't be silly, I can help.” You followed them, collecting dishes that were snatched away from you by Satoru. “Hey, I can help!”

Shoko gently grabbed your hand, her slender, delicate fingers interlacing with yours, pulling you towards the bedroom. “It’s not a matter of you being able to help or not; we all know you’re perfectly capable of that.” Shoko gently squeezed your hand before pushing you back against the bed. “It’s more of a matter that we want to take care of you.” Those same soft fingers that had gently held your hand began working at the buttons of your blouse. “So please don’t fight us on this. You’re exhausted.” Your chest moved up and down, your steady breathing quickening as she exposed your torso. “Just lay back and relax.”

A breathless sigh escaped you as her soft hands groped your breasts in both hands, squeezing the soft mounds. “A-alright, then, let me touch you too.” You reached for her breasts, her nipples erect, peeking through the thin fabric of her white t-shirt. Your fingers just grazed over the fabric, straining against her hardening buds, when she pulled back, out of your reach. “Shoko, why are—” Her lips met yours in a soft, delicate kiss, one that emanated her true intent and desires.

”Have you been hanging out with those two morons too much?” Soft fingers, unclasp the hook in the front of your bra. “What part of ‘lay back and relax’ did you not understand?” Warm caresses of your girlfriend's skin felt like a burning fire over your tingling nipples.

“But I hate not making you feel good.”

“Baby,” Shoko chastised, leaning down, gently flicking her tongue over one of your nipples. “You make our lives comfortable; you do so much for us.” She kitten-licked one of the buds, nearly sending you off the bed. “There will be plenty of other times for you to join in. For tonight, relax and enjoy being a pillow princess.”

You were hesitant to listen to her, but as you relaxed against the bed, you realized just how tired you were. Laying back, your head cradled by the pillow alleviated some of the throbbing pain in your upper back. Plus, you weren’t often told to be a pillow princess, to lose yourself in the pleasure. This might be precisely what you needed tonight.

Without any further protest, you melted against the bed, your hand gently running through Shoko’s long, silky hair as she suckled and nibbled at your nipples while her hands massaged your breasts. I felt so good to be touched so gently. It was a drastic contrast to the boys, who roughly groped and nipped at your sensitive breasts. No matter how many times they saw your breasts, they were still the teenage boys you met nearly a decade ago. Breasts were, and always would be, some of their favorite things. Shoko, on the other hand, knew what felt good, how to get those little moans and whimpers to escape your mouth. If the woman was given the chance, she very well could make you orgasm from your nipples alone one day.

”Oooh my god, S-Sho—” That day was today, “Shoko, f-feels so good, really good.” Your nails gently grazed her scalp before you tugged on the strands of her hair. “H-Holy shit.”

Your girlfriend giggled, sending vibrations to stimulate your already sensitive nipples. “Yeah? Feel good—“ her pink tongue swirling tantalizingly slow around them, “so good you’re going to cum like this?” A tiny whimper was the only response she received. “Such a good girl for me. Go ahead, baby.” She groped both your breasts, pushing them together, allowing her to suck and nibble at both your nipples at once. “Cum for me.”

Shoko pressed her knee against your clothed center, and that was all you needed to cum. “N-Nggh! C-cumming~ S-Sho! Fuck!” you withered and squirmed, your hips rocking g against her knee, extending the sweet pleasurable waves that rocked you to your core.

She was watching you get off from just the brush of her knee, and her mouth on your tits had Shoko giggling softly. Your face was twisted with pleasure, slowly shifting into a more lax face as you finished riding the waves. Once your heavy breathing turned into soft, content sighs, she pulled back with a grin. She’d like to see the boys try and get you off solely from your tits. Because she knew neither had the patience or skills for that.

“Good job, Shoko.” Your eyes fluttered open as the bed shifted. “Got her nice and relaxed for us.” Shoko sat back, watching as Suguru and Satoru crawled up the bed. “How are you feeling, sweetheart, better?” Satoru hummed as he unzipped your skirt, tugging it down.

“Mhmm, a lot better.” You lifted your ass off the bed. Allowing Suguru to tug your thigh-high stockings down. “Sho always takes good care of us.”

“Mmm,” larger hands forced your legs apart, “I can see that.” Suguru hummed, trailing a finger up and down over the wet spot on your panties. “She made you cum, and you did such a good job.” His fingers hooked under the lace hem and tugged them down, throwing them somewhere across the room.

Suguru’s fingers pulled your wet folds apart, admiring the slick coating of your lips and how your arousal seeped out of your tight entrance. His thumb pulled the hood over your clit back just enough, allowing him to rub sweet, gentle circles around the bundle of nerves. While he teased your clit Satoru nestled himself between your legs, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs up to your dripping sex.

“Mmm, I was wanting dessert.” His hot breath teased your twitching cunt. “Thanks for the meal, sweetheart.” His tongue dipped out, tracing teasing circles of your entrance. His wet tongue and Suguru’s thumb had you gasping, arching off the sheets. Your hips jolted forward, silently begging for more. “So fuckin’ needy~” Satoru growled into your pussy. “Normally, I’d make you beg, but you’ve been working so hard you deserve a reward.” His tongue dipped past your tight entrance, gently swirling it as he licked at your inner walls.

With Satoru’s tongue spearing you, working the muscle inside your pussy, Suguru takes the chance to lean down, kissing and sucking at your swollen nipples. “Fuck, you sound so pretty; make more sounds.” His teeth gently graze over the bud. The sudden sensation made your body jerk forward, here widening as his skilled mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking on it hard.

“Suguru,” Shoko sits on your other side, “try swirling it gently~ like this.” A raspy sigh shakes through your entire body as Shoko demonstrates her technique on your other nipple. “This gets her going.”

“Oooh~ I see now.” The dark-haired man watched Shoko closely, nodding as he observed her momentum. “So I need to do—“ his eyes meet yours as he flattens his tongue, “—this?” His tongue matches Shoko’s face as pressure, sending tingles coursing straight to your pussy, where you clench around Satoru’s skillful tongue.

Blue eyes widen as feeling the gentle spasms of your cunt on his tongue. Your wetness seeped out, coating his tongue, mouth, and chin. “Mmmphmm~ yeah.” His voice is hoarse with unfiltered, pure need. “She fucking likes it~ her cunts hugging my tongue, keep it going.”

Hearing the filthy words, Satoru spoke motivated his best friend. Suguru kept his ministrations up, his eyes darting between Shoko and back to you, doing his best to keep up with her pace, mirroring her movements to the exact inch. In turn, Shoko’s hand dipped down, pressing gently on your lower abdomen.

“S-Shiiit!” You hissed, lifting your head an inch, watching as your three beautiful partners worshiped you. “Ooooh haaah!” You arched, squirmed, and twitched on Satoru’s tongue. Your partner's fingers, tongues, and lips moved faster as you screamed, one hand gripping the sheet as your other hand thrust into Satoru’s hair, tugging and pulling at the strands as you rocked against his face.

“Good girl~” Suguru growled against your nipple. “Goood fuckin’ girl~ cum all over Satoru’s face.”

Shoko nodded her head in agreement, her hand pressing harder against you. In doing so, she put pressure on the coil that was twisting and twisting inside you. Satoru groaned loudly inside of your pussy, feeling your walls twitch slightly around him; the tiny movements had his tongue lapping faster and harder, rubbing against your g-spot with every flick.

The combination of all three of their efforts made you scream and squirt. Coating Satoru’s tongue and face. Watching the stream of clear liquid coat, Satoru’s face had Suguru rubbing your clit faster. Extending your orgasm, making you squirt again again.

“Oooh, that’s it! Good fucking girl!” Suguru praised while Satoru glowered at you. Not in anger or disgust, but in feral fucking need. His mouth and tongue didn’t stop moving as he drank all of you in, working you over the dips and rises of the orgasm that nearly took your life. He only pulled away when you grimaced, shaking at the overstimulation of his mouth, and that only happened because you yanked him out of your pussy.

“Mmm~ such a good girl~” your slack mouth was suddenly being kissed by Shoko before Satoru crawled up, slotting his mouth against yours, allowing you to taste the sticky, tangy essence of your cum. “She was the best, wasn’t she, Satoru.”

The white-haired man pulled back, collecting the remaining traces of your cum with his pointer finger. “She’s the fucking best. No questions asked.” You lazily watched as he offered his finger to Suguru.

“Oooh, thank you.” Dark eyes trailed over you before he smirked, gently wrapping his hand around Satoru’s wrist and leading his finger into his open mouth. You choked on a breath as you watched Suguru bob his head up and down Satoru’s finger, ensuring all of your juices were clean. “Mhmm, so sweet. Shoko, have a taste.” Your girlfriend grinned slowly, leaning over your spent body, kissing Suguru with full tongue to get a taste of you. Their tongues swirled and massaged the other for what seemed like an eternity before they broke the kiss with a string of saliva and your cum connecting their tongues. “Isn’t she delicious?”

“She’s sweeter than the peach sake from dinner.”

With a gargled moan, your head fell back against the pillows as your lovers all leaned over to examine your face. Your pale skin from earlier was flushed a darker shade, your eyes were hazy and distant, and if this were an anime, they were sure you’d be spurting a nosebleed right about now. The trio exchanged knowing glances and gentle smiles. You did so much for them. The least they could do was give you a proper welcome home.

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djarincore · 4 months

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The Object of My Desire

SUMMARY: You're a hardworking scholar and the spoiled daughter of a corrupt nobleman.

The mercenary hired for your protection is more than willing to take your father's money, just not your bratty attitude. Luckily, he's got a few ways to deal with spoiled little girls like you.

PAIRING: fighter!price x wizard!reader

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

TAGS: DND!au, porn with some plot, f masturbation, dirty talk, cunnilingus, he bends you over a desk, PIV, rough sex, unprotected sex, slight breath play, creampie, slight jealously, reader gets called a bitch (not by Price but he does call you a brat whoops)

A/N: this is just a silly little idea that popped into my head while I tried learning more about DND! I actually rolled some dice to make some decisions/outcomes and it made the writing experience way more fun 10/10 recommend

Winter’s gray sky cast a torrent of rain against the cobblestone roads and blew frigid winds through the streets of Moongarde. Despite the relentless weather, citizens continued to migrate towards the town's center in attendance for the annual Heroes Feast.

You clutched your cloak tighter against your chest as you weaved through the crowds of people heading in the opposite direction. There were more important things to deal with than a stupid celebration—like the supposed danger you were in.

Having a father who enjoyed making enemies in high places certainly made your life interesting. Though, the threats on your life were, frankly, a nuisance. You had much better things to do than worry about silly threats from cowardly, old men. But, your father worried; he worried enough to hire a mercenary to guard you.

You hoped he wasn't old and boring like the last one you chased away. Any guard who succumbed to simple illustory spells like fear weren't worth the gold your father spent.

Ahead, a hanging sign swung forward in the wind. Carved into the wood was a crow perched on a branch, staring off beyond the borders of its design. The Ivory Crow—a dingy, little establishment you loathed to enter.

With a grimace, you made your way up the creaking wooden stairs. Already, you could hear rowdy, clamorous songs and bellowing voices seeping through the cracks of its shabby, wooden walls.

Before you could reach out to push open the swinging doors, they burst open and a man stumbled out, his weight nearly toppling onto you.

“S’rry ‘bout tha’, m’ss,” he slurred, hiccuping as he ended his sentence. He grabbed onto one of the doors to steady himself, though he still swayed.

“Move,” you demanded. His body blocked half the entrance and you weren’t interested in squeezing past him. He was covered in stains, presumably sweat and booze from the acrid smell of him.

He lifted his head towards you, eyes half-lidded. “Hey, don’ tell me wha’ ta do,” he hissed.

You rolled your eyes and raised a finger towards the man. The familiar warmth of magic pooled at your fingertip and was dispelled when you tapped his forehead.

He crumpled to the ground, eyes closed with his chest still rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.

You wiped your finger against your velvet cloak and stepped over the unconscious body into the tavern.

The inside was warmly lit by a large candle chandelier hanging from the tall rafters and more candles decorating tables. No one in the tavern seemed to have noticed your exchange. They were all absorbed in their own ideas of fun.

A dwarven bard strummed her lute on top of a table, singing an unfamiliar tune and absorbing the adoring applause of drunken patrons who chimed in off-key. Couples, locked in heated embraces, cozied themselves to dimly lit corners of the tavern.

If it wasn’t singing or lovers, there was plenty of conversation floating through the air to distract from anything outside.

Your eyes scanned the tavern’s edge, looking for a lone figure at one of the tables.

The mercenary gave your father instructions for you to find him at the Ivory Crow. Look for a bear on the pommel of his sword, your father had said.

In the far corner of the room, you finally spoted a vaguely familiar figure matching your idea of him, sitting on a stool with his back facing the wall and nursing a pint of ale between his hands. His eyes were downcast as he stared at the overflowing foam sliding down the metal pint.

He seemed to be the only lone figure in the tavern, everyone else was joined by at least one other companion.

His attire was shades of muted green and brown, darkened by grime and dirt. A sword tucked in its scabard leaned against the table. The pommel bore the crest of a roaring bear head.

You approached swiftly, maneuvering your way past the overflowing tables filled with patrons and stumbling drunks trying to get to the bar.

When you reached the mercenary, you stood at the edge of his table. His gaze lifted from his drink to you. Blue eyes met yours.

He wasn't as old as your last guard, and he certainly wasn't as boring to look at.

There was no surprise on his face as he looked at you, no glimmer of recognition; his stern countenance gave away nothing of his thoughts. His gaze was almost intense, discerning, and calculating.

You broke eye contact first to look down at the round stool opposite him. It had a spot of liquid on the edge that made you grimace.

All the other surrounding chairs looked occupied. So, you dug through your leather bag and pulled a purple cloth from it.

You wordlessly conjured up a spectral blue hand and offered up the cloth for it to wipe away the liquid. The hand dried up the liquid and deposited the cloth on the table before vanishing.

The mercenary had crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall to watch you, legs spread wide. Inquisitive eyes followed as you took a seat, back stiff with hands tucked into your cloak, clutching it tighter to your body as if it were shielding you.

“Ser Jonathan Price, correct?”

He nodded once and said nothing.

You fished a hefty pouch from your leather bag and tossed it towards him. The platinum pieces inside rattled as they hit the table.

His eyes fell to the bag for a moment, then slid back up to you, not attempting to reach for the pouch.

Maybe he was unimpressed.

“There's your payment for today—one hundred platinum pieces,” you stated and cleared your throat. “Now, the rules for this arrangement are simple: protect me and stay out of my way.”

You think he understood. He didn't say anything otherwise. There was a slight twitch in your eye when he tilted his head like he was looking at an amusing, little oddity.

After another moment his arms unfurled and a hand reached out for the pouch. He cradled it in his palm, hefting it for its weight. The coins rattled. When he pushed two fingers into the closed seam and spread it open, you scoffed.

“If you think I'm lying, don't. Your coin is there.” You crossed your arms, in an attempt to be as nonplussed as he was—it was a poor attempt. You couldn't help the frown that stuck to your lips.

He removed his fingers from the pouch and rapped his knuckles down hard against the wooden table twice, making you flinch and catching the attention of a passing barmaid.

Their exchange was quick. She turned her head toward him with a bright smile, flirty even as her eyes roamed down his figure. He pointed a finger down at his pint and flicked his wrist up to call for one more. She nodded and flitted back to the bar.

“Easy enough,” he said when he turned back to you. His voice was smoky, low. Probably caused by too many cigarettes and shouting. He rested his forearms on the table, one hand still gripped around the pouch. “But drop the ser, m’ not a knight.”

Your brows furrowed. You recalled the description your father gave you of him. A knight who served under the King’s banner for twenty years. “But you’re-”

“I was,” he interrupted firmly, leaving you with no room to argue.

Your mouth remained open, wanting to bite back, but when his brow raised slightly at the hint of a challenge, you clenched your jaw. Any attempt to delve further into the topic would only prove futile and a waste of time.

You took in a deep breath through your nose and exhaled through your mouth. “Fine,” you acquiesced. “How do I address you then?”

“John’s good enough for me."

“Okay, John,” you ground out and stood from your seat. “I want to leave before nightfall.”

He held his hand up, stopping you in your place. “We're not going anywhere yet, love.”

You bristled at both the nickname and his order. The arrangement was supposed to be the other way around. You give him orders and he follows.

“Sit, drink—I already bought you a mug.”

On cue, the barmaid returned to the table with another overflowing pint in her hand and set it down on your side. She wiped her hand down on her apron and looked at John, her charming smile returning. “Anythin’ else I can getcha?”

“No, thank you.” He returned her smile with a grin of his own. He dug into the pouch and pulled out a platinum piece, setting it in her outstretched hand.

Her eyes widened as she shook her head. “This is too much! The drinks are only ten silver!”

You crossed your arms and interjected, “I agree. That's far too much.”

“Keep it,” he assured, waving her off.

The barmaid scurried away with an even wider smile than you thought possible. Her hair and skirt bounced as she went.

With her gone, he turned his attention back to you and gestured back to your stool. “Drink with me.”

The foam dribbling down the sides of the metal pint made you grimace. You didn't drink ale; it wasn't to your taste. You preferred the rich, sweet taste of Evermead.

But, another part of you was tempted, not by cheap ale. It was the mercenary, the ex-knight, Jonathan Price. Stern to you, yet kind to the barmaid. Silent but still expressive. You felt the tug of curiosity, the desire to learn everything about this stranger and unfold his secrets.

You sat, watching as he took his ale and the bob of his throat as he drank.

He set down his drink, now half full, and nodded his head toward your mug. “Don't be shy, love. Go on.”

Your hand snuck out from your cloak and grasped the handle, cold and slightly sticky. Slowly, to not spill, you lifted the mug and took a sip. Cold liquid slid down your throat. The ale was bitter, watered down, and made your mouth twist with disgust.

“That bad, eh?” He chuckled. You were alarmed to find his low, raspy chuckle disarming. Surely, the ale hadn't got to your head already.

You set the mug down, pushing it further away with your fingers, and wiped your lips clean of any foam left behind with the back of your hand. “I can't believe you like this.”

“Oh, I don't like this garbage.” He laughed, grabbing his mug once more. His thumb idly ran down the handle, throwing a glance out to the crowded tavern. “Just drinking to pass the time.”

“Surely there are better taverns to drink in.” You glanced around at the rowdy patrons once more. Two men were standing toe to toe at the table across from you, exchanging heated words.

When he failed to respond, you tried following his eye. It led you to the opposite side of the room toward the barmaid who served you earlier tending to a group of adventurers. She pressed her hip against the table and chatted with them, laughing.

“So, it’s not the drinks that bring you back,” you muttered to yourself, moving your gaze back to him.

The small smile that tugged the corner of his lips as he watched her caused a strange feeling to stir in your chest. You clenched your hands together, forcing away the uncomfortable squeeze.

You stood abruptly from your seat, ignoring your chair tipping backwards and hitting the floor. His attention was on you again. The smile was gone.

“We’re going.”

“Haven't finished your drink,” he called as you stormed off.

You ignored him, pushing straight between the two quarreling men. Your hands pressed hard against both their chests to pry them out of your way.

The two men stumbled back, caught off guard.

“Hey!”

“Don't touch me, you little bitch,” the other snarled. His hand shot out to grab your wrist, narrowly latching on.

His movements were sloppy, most likely from all the ale he'd been drinking. You were quick enough to snatch your hand away before he could restrain you.

You were beginning to really hate this tavern.

More patrons were beginning to watch the exchange, sitting back like it was some spectacle.

But, you saw John rise from his stool. His hand grasping his sword as he approached the men from behind.

“Let's settle down, gentleman,” he said with a tired sigh.

The man who tried grabbing you turned his attention to John. “Stay outta this,” he hissed, clenching his fists and setting his shoulders back. He was much larger than John, towering at least a head taller.

You didn't want to find out how well a brawl between the two would end.

“Obtempero."

The spell sliped from your lips and the man stiffend. In that instance, your mind was linked with his as you forcibly erased any free will he had.

Shut up and sit down, you commanded.

The room went silent as the man lowered onto his seat. You clenched your jaw when your head began to throb, a sign of him fighting against your control.

“Quickly,” you beckoned to the mercenary. Your control over the man’s mind wouldn't last long and you didn't want to stick around to face his wrath.

You turned and dashed out the tavern doors, followed closely by John who was laughing to himself.

“Clearly you can handle yourself. Don't know what you need me for,” he said.

A light rainfall had started, coating you and the streets in water. You raised your hood over your head to shield yourself.

The street was still bustling with citizens with their umbrellas. A good cover in case the man tried following the two of you.

“I only agreed to a guard to appease father’s worries,” you muttered, sidestepping a pair of children running past you, chasing each other with wooden swords. “But, dealing with pea-brained oafs is easy compared to defending myself from someone with a dagger.”

He only hummed in reply, walking in stride with you up the cobblestone street. The rain was beginning to dampen his hair and clothes, but he didn't seem to mind.

You could feel your concentration on the spell waning the further you got until it snapped. You tensed and reached to grab John’s hand. His fingers wrapped around yours without question.

“We have to-”

“You bitch! I'm gonna tear you apart!”

Your head snapped around to find the man burst from the tavern door with a roar. Your heart jumped. The man almost seemed to burn with fury as he barreled up the street in search of you.

“This way.”

John tugged your hand and you allowed him to pull you through the street, weaving your way through throngs of people. He pulled you through unfamiliar streets that passed by in a blur before taking a sharp right into an alleyway, tugging you into the shadows.

Your back was against the stone walls and you heaved a sigh. Your heart raced with adrenaline. This certainly wasn't anything you'd experienced while nose-deep in a book. “Gods, I-”

“Shh,” he hushed, placing a hand over your mouth.

Your eyes widened. He was looking out towards the street and you realized how close he was standing, nearly pressed against your front. Your hand gripped his wrist; to pry it off or hold him close, you didn't know.

When he deemed the coast clear, his hand fell away.

“Don't do that again,” you said weakly.

He looked down at you, an amused smile forming. “Understood. Mind giving me my hand back then?”

You didn't realize your grip on his wrist remained. You released him and slipped away.

“I'll lead us home.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The sun was just setting by the time you returned to the manor. John had followed you silently the whole way.

“Welcome back, ma'am,” Ann greeted once you entered the foyer. She was a maid you'd known since you were a child. Her warm smile was akin to that of a mother’s, though you'd never call her such.

“Ann will run you a bath and get you some new clothes.”

She was already moving up the left side of the split staircase to fulfill your request.

“What's wrong with my clothes?” John glanced down at his attire, smoothing his hand down the front of his doublet, now soaked with rain.

“They're filthy and soaked. Now go.” You used your hand to shoo him off and he followed Ann with a sigh, ascending the stairs.

You went off to another area of the manor where you could take your own bath and wash away the grime of that tavern.

When the bath was filled and ready, you shed your robes and stepped into the warmth, sighing as the warm water enveloped your body. You ran your hand up your arm, over your neck, and down your collarbone.

While you washed, your thoughts wandered back to John. A hand slipped down the valley of your breasts and between your thighs.

There was no question that he was attractive. The mercenary was new and surprisingly exciting—an experiment to toy with. You wanted to win him, have him in the palm of your hand and study what made him tick.

Your index finger brushed against your clit. The first hum of pleasure bolted through your body. Slow teasing circles were drawn over your clit until you ached for more. Two fingers parted your folds to allow your middle finger to dip in.

You sunk lower into the water, chin rippling the surface, and let your eyes fall shut to embrace your own touch while imagining it was someone else's.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

When you slipped out of the bath, satisfied, you redressed into a new robe. The loose low neck reached your abdomen, teasing the inner valley of your breasts.

As you made your way to your room, you noticed the door was left slightly ajar. When you pushed open the door, you found John standing at your bookshelf, his fingers running down the spine of a tome.

He was in a fresh set of clothes, loaned from a butler by the looks of it. The untucked, white dress shirt clung to the curves of his muscles, growing taut when he folded his arms. The black pants fit his form enough to show off the thickness of his thighs.

You shut the door and leaned against it, eyeing his form. The ache between your legs was growing again, wanting more than just your fingers this time.

John turned around at the noise and you could see the buttons of his shirt were halfway done, revealing his toned chest with a smattering of hair.

“Impressive collection,” he remarked. “I’d expect no less from a wizard.”

“I spent my entire life building this collection,” you replied absently. Your mind was wandering to other things—the veins on his arms, the bulge of his pectorals in the shirt. You were unashamedly staring through lowered eyelids, greedily taking in the sight.

He was just as interested in your low cut robes. It was obvious in the way his eyes roamed your chest.

You chose to close the gap until you were beside the bookcase, just a foot away from his side.

He leaned his shoulder against the shelves and looked at you with a sly smirk. “Trying to charm me?”

Magic would make your game too easy.

Your hand moved to caress his jaw, smoothing over the soft hairs of his beard. He didn't move away, choosing to lean further into your touch.

“I don't need to,” you hummed. Your fingers clawed up the slope of his neck and into the short strands of damp hair, drawing his face closer. “You're already mine.”

“That so?” His words fluttered along your lips in warm breaths. Strong hands fell to the curves of your waist, smoothing down to your ass and pulling you against his front.

You felt the growing stiffness of his cock, trapped in his pants, press against your abdomen which only made the throbbing of your cunt worse. Instead of responding, you leaned forward and sealed your lips tightly against his, tasting smoke and bitter ale on his tongue.

John was quick to respond, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip to get you to open up for him. His grip slid down your ass, roughly squeezing the soft flesh in his large palms.

You rubbed yourself against his bulge, trying to satisfy the need growing inside of you. There was a needy, animalistic frenzy in his low groan, vibrating in his chest.

He backed you up towards your desk. It was cluttered with more tomes you amassed over the years, threatening to spill at the slightest touch. Your prized spell book, a gift from your father, was also sitting open, flipped to the enchantment spell you used earlier at the tavern.

John didn't seem to care much for your precious collection as he swiped the books off your desk to make room to set you down. They scattered to the floor.

You pulled away, intent on telling him off. That spell book was one of a kind—

He didn't give you room to argue, much less breathe. His lips were already diving forward to capture yours again, dizzying you, driving any thought out of your head. Your legs spread around his to accommodate his body as he forced your attention back on him.

John’s hands pushed aside the fabric of your robe which easily fell around your waist, exposing your bare breasts to the cool room air. Your hardening nipples rubbed against the coarse fabric of his shirt.

Your hands roamed his chest in turn, running over the coarse hairs and clawing down his exposed sternum. You worked quickly to unbutton the rest of his shirt and pushed it off his broad shoulders.

Once revealed, you trailed your eyes over his chest and down to a nasty scar sliced from his upper torso across his stomach. It was old by the scaring. You briefly wondered if it was the reason he was no longer a knight as your hand reached out to brush over it.

John caught your wrist in an iron grip. When you looked back at his face, his stern expression told you enough to stay silent about it. With your short nod, the tension in the air lifted and he was back to work on you.

Another night then, you thought. You'd unravel his secrets eventually.

When he released your wrist and pulled away, he moved down to his knees, untying the knot at your waist and pushing aside the rest of the fabric to reveal the rest of your body. With your thighs spread, he could fit his hand between your thighs, feeling the arousal leaking from your cunt.

“So wet already?”

His middle finger parted your folds, dipping in ever so slightly, causing your hips to shift forward, but he pulled away before you could feel him any deeper. He got to his knees, grunting as his settled.

Your legs hooked over his shoulders, leaving him face to face with your cunt. His heavy breath fanned over your exposed cunt.

“What a sight,” he muttered to himself before leaning in to flick his tongue over your clit again and again.

Your body trembled with static after every stroke of his tongue. Your fingers locked through his brown hair, tugging sharply at the roots. He hissed through his teeth at the sting, but even that didn't stop him.

His hands gripped your thighs around his shoulders, digging into the soft flesh and then smoothing up until his hands cupped your ass to push you further into his mouth.

One of your hands rested on the table to give yourself leverage as you rode his face. The hair of his beard burned against your inner thigh.

The pleasure thruming through your veins forced your legs to lock around his head as your orgasm came to its peak.

“That's it,” he coaxed. “Come in my fuckin’ mouth, love.”

John kept his mouth on your fluttering cunt, refusing to pull away until he had taken every last drop of your cum. Your hands weakly pulled on his hair, but his fingers dug deeper into your thighs as he forced his head back in.

“Gods,” you panted, looking down at him between your thighs, devouring you like a starved man. “Fuck me already.”

“Patience,” he huffed, flicking his tongue languidly over your clit once again. Your body stiffened again. “You think you can take me after one little orgasm?”

As you clenched around nothing and his tongue continued to take long strokes over your cunt, you rolled your eyes and snapped back, “Don’t be so cocky.”

He rose quickly after your remark, yanking your body off the desk as he went and forcing you around. One of his palms met the back of your neck and pushed you flat against the desk. His cock pressed against your ass. The fabric of his pants were rough against your bare skin.

“Let-"

His other hand clamped over your mouth and he growled into your ear, “No—no more orders. I'll give you what you want, but don't start cryin’ when it doesn't fit.”

You ached, wanting to rub your thighs together but his legs were in the way. His hand moved from your mouth to the button of his pants to pull himself free.

You could feel his thick cock press against your ass. Even without looking, you could tell he was nothing like the other wizards you'd have meaningless flings with in school.

His cock notched at your entrance and he asked lowly, “Ready, love?”

The hand over your mouth moved to caress the valley of your knuckles as your hand clasped the edge of the desk. Such an intimate gesture you almost wanted to embrace by turning over your hand and intertwining fingers.

But, you didn't have time for much thought before he buried himself into you as deep as he could go without resistance. Which was only the tip of his cock.

Your walls clamped around him, refusing to let him bully his way deeper. You whimpered, white-knuckling the desk, and shut your eyes. Gods, he was too thick.

“Shh,” he cooed in your ear. His fingers slid across your temple and into your hair, keeping your head against the desk. “You wanted this, right? You can take more.”

And he did give you more—and more, and more. Your clawed at the desk, welled up tears spilling down the side of your face, as he stretched you around his cock. You didn't breathe, not until his hips met your ass and you were completely filled to the brim.

You gasped, filling your lungs with air. The edge of the desk pressing against your abdomen allowed you to feel him deeper.

He grunted as you clenched around his length. “So fuckin’ tight,” he muttered to himself as he slowly rocked into your fluttering heat.

The friction wasn't enough for you. As always, you wanted more. You wanted to be fucked, ravished, devoured completely and thrown into a sickening rapture.

“More,” you moaned as his cocked dragged against your walls. You were needy and hungry for him to take you harder.

“Does a brat like you even know how to say please?” He slipped out of you completely instead.

You whined in protest, moving your hips back to fill the empty ache he left behind. His hands moved to grip your waist, holding you in place. “No, don't.”

“Too good to beg for it?” His fingers prodded at your entrance before he slipped two inside. They weren't comparable to his cock though—not as thick, not as full. “Come on my fingers then.”

His fingers curled against the sensitive spongey spot inside of you.

“F-Fuck you,” you ground out between your teeth, biting back a moan.

“That’s not what I asked for.” His voice was stern; there was no room for arguments, no room for demands other than his own.

You bit your lip. You weren't the one who was supposed to be begging—he was. Having John wrapped around your finger, desperate to please you like everyone else, was the end goal. But this?

Strong, commanding, taking what he wants—that was who John was. And even you couldn't help but relent to that dominance.

“Please.”

“Speak up, love.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

Bastard.

“Please,” you repeated with a little more desperation than intended.

“Good girl,” he praised. His fingers slipped from you, pulling a string of your arousal with them, and he licked them clean. With his hands back on your hips, he lined up his cock and thrust back into you.

Your mouth hung open as your back arched into the desk. The pace he set was relentless. It rocked your desk, sending any books and papers left on it to the floor. But you didn't care anymore, not when he found that perfect spot inside you again and again. Your toes curled as warmth pooled in your stomach and your core tightened.

A hand wrapped around your neck once again, wrenching your back against his chest and forcing your head to the side. The sweat of your bodies melded you together. John’s fingers pressed on your throat with enough pressure to make you see stars. His gruff pants burst along the shell of your ear. His lips grazed the back of your neck as another hand moved to toy with your clit.

You cursed as your body seized up and you came around him. You held onto the arm pressed against your chest as you rode out your orgasm.

With a few more sharp thrusts, he spilled inside of you, flooding you with warmth. As you caught your breaths, he cupped your jaw and turned your head towards his to pull you into a searing kiss, still full of passion just like the first.

You were almost boneless, sinking into the kiss and his arms. “Bed,” you murmured, resting your head against his shoulder when he released your jaw. “Now.”

John clicked his tongue as he slid out of you. A mix of your arousal begin to leak down your leg. You flinched when his hand cupped your sex to stop anymore from escaping.

The action felt more possessive than anything else—something you weren't used to. Interest stirred in you once again.

#john price x reader #john price smut #cod smut #cod x reader smut #cod fanfic #cod x reader #john price fanfiction #mw2 fanfic #captain john price #cod mwii

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lulu24784 · 4 months

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🖸 ──» south park nsfw alphabet :

kenny mccormick minors dni

warnings: sexual content, swearing

All characters are 18+.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s attentive and sweet. Will gently clean you up and bring you water if you need it. Loves to just lay in bed afterwards and have pillow talk while cuddling you and caressing your hair.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kenny loves boobs. (Wow who woulda guessed?) He’s always loved boobs. How they look, how they feel under his hands, the noises you make when he sucks on them. He literally dreams of boobs. He’s fond of his eyes. They’re really the only thing he doesn’t cover up when he’s wearing his parka. He doesn’t like them in a… Vain way I guess? More like, he’s grateful that his eyes allow him to see the world and the beautiful things in it. They allow him to see what an out-of-breath mess you are underneath him and he fucking loves it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Depending on how pent up he is, he might cum pretty quickly once things get going. Thankfully his refractory period isn’t too long and he’s usually ready to go again after 10 or so minutes. He definitely prefers to cum inside if you’ll let him, but if not he’s just as happy to cum on your thighs or tits. He’s surprisingly not a big fan of facials..

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There isn’t much! Kenny is very much an open book and he enjoys talking about sex and his sexual experiences. Dude even gives porn recommendations to his friends.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s quite experienced. He’s hooked up with a number of people so he definitely knows what he’s doing now. If you’re nervous he’ll take good care of you <3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl for sure. He loves most sex positions but cowgirl is his absolute favourite. He loves watching you grind on him and seeing your tits bounce. He is in HEAVEN. You make the cutest expressions when you start getting tired and he can’t help but grab your hips and fuck himself up into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Kenny is pretty goofy. He likes to keep things light-hearted and comfortable for you! He likes sex to be fun.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He trims every once and awhile, but it’s usually not something he’s concerned about. He did go in and get waxed one time and he HATED it. The pain was not worth it lmao

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Kenny is a goddamn sweetie pie. During your first time together he was so incredibly gentle and sweet, holding your hand and caressing your cheek. If it’s a date night, he’ll light candles or play music. During previous hookups with other people, he didn’t care too much, mostly just wanting to get off and leave.. But with you.. He wants to impress you and show how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Kenny masturbates A LOT. LIKE A LOT A LOT. Mans is insatiable, especially after meeting you. Depending on his mood and if he has plans or not, he’ll sometimes spend an entire day just edging himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Kenny is into quite a few different kinks. He enjoys being praised and occasionally degraded. He likes to have sneaky, hidden public sex. He enjoys posting nudes of himself online and gets off from the thrill of it. He’s probably a little bit of an exhibitionist..

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In nature. He likes going out to the woods, finding a secluded area for you to both just indulge in each other. It’s not the most comfortable, but it’s a lot of fun. Second to that would be your place, either on the bed or the couch. He doesn’t like having sex at his place as he doesn’t want to potentially expose his little sister to anything.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything. A stiff breeze could make him hard lmfao. Of course though, cleavage or nipples poking through your shirt gets him going pretty fast.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything to do with pain or anything kind of dangerous, like choking. He used to be into choking, but accidentally dying during sex is such a massive turn off lmao. He dislikes pain because he constantly deals with it, and he just wants to have some fun during sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Definitely a preference for receiving, who doesn’t like blowjobs?! But he’s not a selfish lover so of course he’s going to readily return the favour. He’s fairly experienced as well and won’t let up until you’re cumming on his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends. Hookups, he’s fast and rough. With you? He could be slow and sensual one night, wanting to cherish you and make love.. Another night he could be fast and rough.. Especially if you’ve been teasing him. Kenny is a man of variety lol

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

LOVES EM. Not as much as having regular sex.. But damn, the man will never say no to a quickie. This might be his dirty secret.. But he loves having quickies when he’s supposed to be doing patrol work as Mysterion, as long as everyone is safe first, of course.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s risky. He loves the thrill of potentially being caught and gets off to it quite frequently. He’s pretty good at keeping it under wraps though since he has yet to actually be caught doing anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Kenny tries his absolute hardest to last as long as he can. If he gets too worked up he doesn’t last very long, but he makes up for it by paying special attention to you while he waits to go again. He’ll try and go as many times as you want, even if he’s dead tired.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Kenny only owns a cheap fleshlight that he probably bought(stole) from Spencer’s. He wants to get more toys to experiment with and use on you though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be a little bit of a tease! He likes to flirt and make you blush but he gives in a little too easily.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Kenny is very vocal. He loves leaning down to moan and whine in your ear while he fucks you. Sometimes he’ll talk dirty but it depends on what kind of mood he’s in.. You can also expect lots of praise.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It took him a while to finally have sex with you. He had never really fallen in love this hard before so he wanted to be absolutely sure of his feelings before taking you to bed. With his reputation he also didn’t want you to think he only liked you for sex.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s pretty average, 6 inches, cut. He’s got a lot of scars on his body from near-death accidents. He’s also got a little beauty mark on his v-line.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s high! Insanely high! He’s always horny and raring to go.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you make him go round after round, he’ll definitely just pass out after cleaning up. Typically, he’ll cuddle you and wait for you to fall asleep in his arms before he lets himself sleep.

#south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #lulu works

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draxua · 5 months

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Modern AU Mitsuri is a spiritual witchy girl who is into shit like zodiacs and crystals, btw.

Spiritual girl Mitsuri the type of girl who will ask you your zodiac sign the first time you guys meet and get all giddy and flushed if you're a sign she's compatible with.

Once you both get close enough and trust is there, she'll ask for your full birth info to read your whole chart just to absolutely adore how the signs are placed in your houses, getting all excited when she connects the dots of your personality and behaviours in the chart.

Spiritual girl Mitsuri the type of girl to give you crystals depending on situations. Always feeling anxious in public spaces? Here's an amethyst.

Low in self-esteem and a bad self-concept? Take a heart-shaped rose quartz to keep on you.

What's this? You're worried about your exams because you can't focus and didn't study all that well? Take her clear quartz, baby.

Spiritual girl Mitsuri the type of girl who would make you a portable protection spell jar to keep in your car whilst you're driving to make sure you stay safe on the road. She makes you a fresh batch bi monthly to be sure.

Every full moon you help Mitsuri out with her full moon house cleansing, it's a refreshing activity to do together. If you live together, rest assured by the end the night, your shared room will be smelling like burnt sage for protection, cinnamon from the cinnamon product she blowed at the front of your door for abundance and lavender for peace.

Spiritual girl Mitsuri the type of girl who would get you both naked to do some body confidence meditation and affirmations infront of the mirror. At first it's really embarrassing, her face gets all flushed at the view of your body she can't help but think you look so cute and pretty with the way your plush thighs squeeze against each other, the look of you trying to cover up your breast as you shy away is so adorable!

She'd do this as you're in your most natural state, your natural afro out fresh out of braids with no makeup or flashy jewellery, so God's the way the sun lights shines into the mirror and reflects onto your brown skin making you shine makes her feel like she's in the presence of a Goddess.

She'd hold yours hands, both of you sitting down on your knees infront of the mirror getting you to do breathwork and say self affirming affirmations together.

"I am beautiful and confident" "I am perfect inside and out" "I deserve to be kind to myself" "I am worthy of respect and love" "I deserve to love myself"

8 times out of 10 it will end up in mirror sex, she says its good for manifesting so just go along with it.

Spiritual girl Mitsuri the type of girl who would come forward to you all confident with some sex positions she says help with manifesting and energy flow aswell as connection with eachother until she gets all shy and blabbery when you go ahead with her suggestion.

You once got shocked at how connected and free you felt when you did this one weird position with certain breath exercises she recommended. You felt like you were ascending to another dimension after that orgasm.

Spiritual girl Mitsuri the type of girl to comfort you when someone's been picking on you and giving you a hard time, she'll make you a transmutation ward that transforms negative energy from these assholes to luck and prosperity for you. The more they shit talk you the happier and richer you get <3

Spiritual girl Mitsuri, the type of girl to invite you to some of her covens game nights and full moon rituals. You would help her buy some herbs and candles prior to the gathering.

Spiritual girl, the type of girl who manifests having a dream about you because she misses you so much. She wants to be with you both day and night.

50/50 chane if it being a sex dream, she's happy with anything.

Spiritual girl Mitsuri the type of girl who feels weird about someone in your life and asks you to steer clear of them, when you ask her of her evidence she says her intuition and her tarot cards told her so.

𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 <3

#✮⋆˙willow writes #mitsuri x reader #Mitsuri x black reader #mitsuri kanroji #kny #kny x reader #kny x black reader #kny mitsuri #Mitsuri drabble #Mitsuri fic #Mitsuri x fem!reader #fem!reader #mitsuri kanjori #mitsuri kny

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mycurrent-hyperfixation · 2 years

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Take A Chance On Me - Chapter Two (Eddie Munson x Reader Series)

Series Summary: Corroded Coffin is lacking only one thing that could help them win the upcoming Battle of the Bands; original songs. So when a new band comes to town with a lead singer that looks all too familiar and a repertoire of original songs up their sleeves, Dustin concocts a plan that will get you to spill of your songwriting secrets to Eddie. It’s just a few dates, right?

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Word Count: 4.1K

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, 10 Things I Hate About You AU

A/N: Okay so the first chapter kinda flopped but that is okay, we shall persevere. I’ve already written half the chapters so there’s no going back now. Thank you so much to those who commented and supported the last chapter, I’m so glad you liked it. Let me know if you want to be added to either the series taglist or my main taglist!

“Well, well, well,” Robin began as soon as you walked into the video store. “If it isn’t my favourite customer.”

“You might want to cool it a bit there, Buckley. Vicki might get jealous,” you retorted, a blush instantly erupting onto Robin’s face at the mention of her crush.

“Have you still not asked her out?” Steve called from where he was re-shelving video tapes in the ‘new releases’ section.

“It’s not that easy, Harrington, she does have a boyfriend, remember? Plus, last time I checked you were just as single as I am.”

“Woah, woah, woah, why are we attacking me now?” Steve approached the counter, smiling as he saw you. “Hey, Y/N. You guys were really great last night.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that? I am in the band too in case you’ve forgotten,” Robin said.

Steve rolled his eyes. “I didn’t want the compliment to go to your head. It’s already big enough.”

“Says you.”

“I saw you talking to a pretty girl last night, Steve,” you interjected. “Any luck finding the love of your life?”

“Oh yeah, Samantha,” Steve reminisced. “I don’t know. She’s pretty, but I just don’t know if she’s for me, you know?”

“It must be so hard for you,” you responded with a smile. “Having to reject girls left and right. Should I get you a stick so you can beat the hordes away?”

“Excuse me for taking my love life so seriously. It’s not all about sex for me, you know.”

“How chivalrous of you,” you said before wondering over to a nearby shelf. “Do you guys have anything new in? I feel like watching something different.”

“You? Different? Please,” Steve responded. “I’ll recommend something and you’ll still take out something you’ve already seen.”

“Ghostbusters?” Robin interjected.

“Hmmmm,” you said.

“Sixteen Candles?”

“Hmmmm,”

“Back to the Future?”

“Oh, yeah!”

“You’ve seen that film like 8 times!” Steve protested.

“You just need to be more in tune with the customers,” Robin teased as she rung up the tape for you. “What are you doing tonight? Did you wanna come to the movies with Vicki and me?"

“No can do,” you said. “I’m working tonight. Plus, I refuse to third wheel.”

“It’s not a date!” Robin quickly clarified. “At least I don’t think it is.”

“I promised Henderson I’d drive him somewhere,” Steve added.

“You two are boring!” Robin whined.

“And I thought I was his babysitter,” you said with a smile.

With a roll of his eyes, Steve flipped you his middle finger which caused you to let out a loud laugh just as the bell above the front door chimed.

“Speaking of the devil,” Steve said as you turned around to see Dustin, Mike and Lucas entering the store.

“Y/N!” Dustin exclaimed.

“What do you want?” you responded with a quirked eyebrow.

“Am I not allowed to be excited to see my friend?”

“You’re never excited to see me,” Steve interjected. “And I’m the one volunteering my time to drive to Eddie’s place tonight.”

“Stop being a martyr, Steve,” Dustin said before turning his attention back to you. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Working. Why?” you said suspiciously.

“By yourself?”

“I’ll be with Meg for a little bit but I’ll be closing by myself. Why?” you asked again.

“Oh no reason. No reason at all,” Dustin said as a wicked grin spread across his features.

“Is it just me or did that sound super sinister?” you asked, turning back to face Robin and Steve.

“Oh yeah, definitely,” Robin responded. “I’d prepare for your shift to be eventful.”

“I swear to god if you guys rope me into another one of your prank wars I will not show mercy this time,” you said, pointing a finger at all three of the boys. Mike and Lucas turned to look at each other, something close to fear passing between them.

“No, no. Nothing’s going to happen, I promise,” Dustin said. “Just another boring night at the record store, I’m sure.”

You squinted your eyes at Dustin suspiciously. “You’re a weird kid, Dustin.”

He simply smiled back.

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As much as you didn’t want to, you had to admit that Dustin had been right; your shift was indeed exceptionally uneventful.

It had been tolerable at first when Meg’s shift had overlapped with your own, for even though the girl was not the chattiest of people, you had grown to find comfort in the long stretches of silence that would often ensue when you were in her company.

“Did you read over those lyrics I gave you?” you asked, calling across the empty store to where Meg was tidying by the door.

“Yeah,” she called back. “I like them, but I made a few changes so that they fit in with this chord progression I’ve been working on.”

“Cool. You can show me at practice tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

And then the silence was back, interrupted by the sound of the record that was turning slowly on the record player by the counter. It was the first album of The Smiths, the melodic tune of Morrissey’s voice flowing throughout the store. You hummed along as you reorganised the sale’s bin, your finger tapping away subconsciously to the beat as it skimmed over each record.

“I’m off,” Meg said suddenly from behind you, causing you to jump slightly at the sound of her voice.

“Jesus! How do you walk so quietly?”

Meg shrugged her shoulders, her face emotionless.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay and keep me company? I’ll be ever so lonely here by myself,” you continued.

The corner of her mouth lifted slightly. “Sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yeah, you’re right, I’m not,” Meg responded with a curve of her lips that could almost be considered a smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow at practice, though.”

“Ugh, fine then, leave me to my loneliness!” you cried as Meg exited the store with a half-hearted wave.

The music continued to float lazily throughout the store as the sun continued to set, the little bell above the door periodically chiming every now and then as customers wandered in. You assisted the ones that looked lost and left others alone, their ears usually covered by the headphones of a Walkman so that it was clear they didn’t want to be disturbed. When the store was empty you allowed yourself to linger by the counter, lazily flipping through your notebook. The cover was black, the book looking wholeheartedly uninspiring from the front but containing almost all of the songs you had ever written. With a pen held in one hand, you idly scribbled within its contents.

When The Smiths album had finished you searched through the racks for something more upbeat to finish off the night with, pulling out an album whose cover had been worn down from excessive use. You smiled before pulling the record free, placing it gently upon the turntable before guiding the stylus into place. Freddie Mercury’s voice filled the store as you found yourself unable to stop from swaying to the tune. You looked towards the clock that sat just above the desk and smiled; merely half an hour left of your shift to go.

As you began packing up the store, you sung lazily here and there, oftentimes glancing around to make sure no customers had somehow wandered in unnoticed. With the broom in your hand, you made your way throughout the aisles, pulling the bristles along with you as you slowly began to accumulate more and more dust. At the familiar notes of the opening of one of your favourite songs, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Can anybody find me somebody to love?” Freddie’s voice sang, resounding throughout the store.

In one swift motion you leant the broom against one of the racks and hastily made your way over to the counter, hoisting yourself up and over it so that you could just barely reach the record player. With a twist of your wrist, the volume was turned all the way up, the music now blasting throughout the store.

“Each morning I get up I die a little,

can barely stand on my feet.

Take a look—take a look in the mirror and cry,” you sang, trying to cover all the different parts and failing as you meandered your way back over to your broom and picked up sweeping where you had left off.

Whether it was because the volume on the record player was turned up to its maximum or whether it was because you were completely consumed in the song, in the end it didn’t really matter. Either way you still failed to hear the chime of the bell above the front door.

“I work hard—he works hard—every day of my life

I work till I ache in my bones.”

The sound of shoes tapping against the floorboards was again drowned out by the sound of the music as a figure drew closer to you, the footsteps slow and hesitant until they eventually came to a stop a few feet behind you.

Eddie couldn’t quite help the smile that erupted onto his features at the sight of you. He thought it wise that he should probably make his presence known to save you any more embarrassment than you would likely already feel. But then you were singing once more and Eddie could no longer bring himself to do so. Your back was to him as you swept, your pulls of the broom languid and half-hearted so that you missed several spots upon the floor. And although Eddie could not see your face, he knew that you were smiling.

“I get down on my knees and I start to pray,

‘til the tears run down from my eyes.”

You continued to sweep as you sang, slowly making your way backwards as you dragged along your pile of dust. You were getting closer and closer now, Eddie realised, although as much as he knew he should, in that moment he seemed incapable of moving. It could have partly been because his legs had slightly turned to jelly now that he was back within your presence, but it could have also been because, somewhere in the back of his mind, he wanted you to run into him, if only to feel you against him for the briefest of moments.

“Lord, somebody, ohhh, somebody.

Can anybody find me somebody to love?”

You were belting the note now, smiling as you did so, quite positive that you would have sounded far better had you taken the time to warm your throat up properly. But you couldn’t quite bring yourself to care as the music blasted throughout the store. Banging your head to the beat, you pulled the broom backwards quite forcefully this time to gather the mound of dust you had accumulated.

“Oof!” sounded from behind you as your elbow connected with something.

The sound that left your throat was somewhere between a scream and a choked cough that was wholly embarrassing as you scrambled away from the figure. Your heart was pounding now, thumping so loudly and so forcefully that you had to hold a hand up to your chest to make sure it didn’t rip right through your skin. Your eyes were wide, your breaths ragged and heaving as you glanced to the figure before you who was bending over, clutching at their stomach.

The mane of hair was the first thing you saw, and then it was the large brown eyes staring up at you from under it, paired with what appeared to be almost an embarrassed grimace.

“Hello,” Eddie said, his hands still clutched to his side where you had undoubtedly elbowed him.

And then it was your turn to be embarrassed as a heat crept up onto your cheeks.

“Jesus…fuc–sorry! I didn’t…you weren’t…the bell, I-”

You couldn’t quite bring yourself to look at him, your heart still pounding, the urge to bring your hands up to cover your face almost overwhelming. Instead, you rushed quickly past Eddie and headed towards the counter, scrambling quite unceremoniously over the top of it until you reached the record player and moved the stylus until the music stopped. When you turned back to Eddie, the corner of his mouth was curved slightly upwards.

The silence was deafening.

“I-” you tried to begin again, the heat from your cheeks having in no way lessened. “I didn’t hear you come in. The bell…I didn’t hear the bell.”

Eddie was failing quite miserably at hiding the smile that threatened to consume his features as he watched you stumble, quite thankful that you wouldn’t meet his gaze lest you think he was laughing at you. He watched as you shook your head slightly to yourself, bringing your hands up to rub briefly at your temples.

“B-but anyway, sorry for all the trouble but we’re actually clo-” you began, looking up at the clock only to find yourself stifling a groan.

8:55PM.

You sighed, forced a smile onto your face before finally bringing your gaze up to look at Eddie.

“Can I help you find anything?”

Eddie swallowed a laugh as the tone of your voice changed; rising in pitch with a hint of fake enthusiasm mixed among it. But then he noticed that you were looking at him quite expectantly and he realised that although he had extensively prepared himself for this meeting, he had not quite thought this far ahead.

“Ugh…yeah! Yeah, I’m looking for...” Eddie’s gaze scanned the store. “I’m looking for…Metallica. Yeah! They’re new album!”

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly at Eddie before turning your gaze from his.

“That’ll be in the rock section,” you said, before rushing off unexpectantly so that Eddie found himself scrambling to keep up with you. You weaved expertly through the aisles before stopping abruptly, your fingers instantly coming up to flick through the rows of records that sat before you until you eventually found what you were looking for. “It’s a good album. Got some great tracks although the last two songs aren’t my favourite.”

“Are you joking?” Eddie questioned, not being able to help himself. “They’re the perfect way to end the album. They’re like the fusion of the savageness and beauty of all the other songs.”

Your eyebrows furrowed once more just as Eddie’s eyes went wide, the realisation of what he had just said hitting him all at once. He averted his gaze from yours, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“That’s…ugh…that’s what I’ve heard anyway,” he quickly tried to rectify.

“Uh-huh,” you responded to break the silence that had erupted between you. “Soooo…do you wanna buy it or…”

“Um,” Eddie stumbled again, not knowing what to say. He did not particularly feel like paying for an album he already had sitting upon his shelf back at his trailer. But then he looked up towards you once more, the record still held within your hands, and he could not quite allow himself to be weirder than he had already been. “Yeah, I’ll get it.”

“Cool. I’ll ring it up for you at the counter,” you said before rushing away from Eddie once more. Eddie followed you to the counter, watching as you concentrated on the large computer before you, clicking away absentmindedly on the mouse and periodically typing something into the keyboard. The silence between you had returned now and Eddie so wished you hadn’t turned off the record player even if you had been playing Queen.

“I’m, ugh,” Eddie said hesitantly as he tried to break the silence. “I’m Eddie by the way.”

“I know,” you responded, not looking up from the computer. “I was in senior year with you. We had Mrs Click’s class together.”

Now it was Eddie’s turn to furrow his brows. “You remember me?” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Your gaze looked up towards him, suddenly serious. “Of course I do.”

“I-I just thought,” Eddie stuttered, feeling a heat begin to creep up his cheeks. “I don’t know.”

You turned your attention back to the computer a small smile perched upon your lips that Eddie found himself unable to look away from. “You’re a hard guy to miss, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie’s breath hitched, his blush now so vibrant he had to turn his head downwards in an attempt to get his hair to cover it. He cleared his throat and forced himself to stand up straight as he looked at you.

“I saw your gig last night,” he tried to say with some semblance of confidence.

You smiled again. “I saw you at my gig last night.”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders, trying to act nonchalant. “You guys were alright.”

You scoffed, turning your gaze back towards him. “Alright?” you questioned, acting offended. “That’s quite the scathing review.”

“Yeah, well, if you limit yourself to ABBA covers I can’t really rate you any higher.”

“What’s wrong with ABBA?”

“Oh, I don’t know, their music.”

You smirked upwards at Eddie now, crossing your arms in front of you as you leaned onto the counter; leaned closer to him. Eddie tried to keep his composure as the scent of your perfume suddenly encompassed him; something sweet and yet smoky that for some reason had his mouth starting to salivate.

“Just because somethings popular, Munson, doesn’t mean it’s bad.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” Eddie said, bending down so that he was also leaning on the counter. For just a moment, he swore he saw a tint of red appear on your cheeks, but then you were rolling your eyes and turning away as you returned your attention back to the record that sat between you.

“So I suppose you think these guys are musical geniuses?” you questioned.

“Of course they ar-”

“Why?” you interjected.

“W-well,” Eddie fumbled, trying to think of a response. “They’re manipulation of music is legendary. They create art.”

“Art. I like that,” you said so softly it was almost a breath, another smile encompassing your features. “Do you want to know what I look for in the artists I choose to listen to?”

“Is it whatever’s on the popular rack at the time?” Eddie said with a smirk. He nearly laughed as you rolled your eyes, pulling away as you began to place the record into a bag.

“A story. Music is just another form of storytelling, and I think the addition of instruments only enhances the story more when it comes to the listeners emotional response.”

“Emotional response?” Eddie scoffed as he unfolded himself back to his normal height.

You looked up at him. “Have you ever heard a song that makes you want to cry?”

Eddie furrowed his brows at your sudden serious tone. “No.”

“Well then you’re missing out on the real beauty of music.”

Eddie found himself at a loss for words as he looked down at you. He thought he should probably say something profound, maybe disagree with you whilst he was at it. But as he opened his mouth nothing came out.

“That’ll be $15.”

Eddie blinked. For just a moment he wasn’t quite sure whether the conversation had even ensued between the two of you as you smiled at him, the bagged record extended towards him. He grabbed it tentatively.

“R-right,” he said, reaching into his back pocket to extract his wallet. As he handed you the cash, he made sure to do so in a way that would have your fingers brushing against his. And even though he was expecting the contact, he couldn’t quite help the racing of his heart as your soft skin brushed against his.

You hesitated slightly as you took the money, and as you realised what you were doing you tried to compensate by hastily shoving the money into the till. A silence settled between the two of you as you continued to look up at Eddie and as he continued to look down at you.

“Were you guys entering the Battle of the Bands?” Eddie questioned.

“Ugh, yeah,” you said. “Took me a while to convince the others since they’re pretty sure the judges won’t score us high cause we’re girls but-” you paused, realising that you were rambling. “Were you?”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot upwards, surprised that you were even aware of his band.

“Y-yeah! We are!” he exclaimed. “I guess I’ll see you there.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you responded. “So what does that make us then? Enemies?” you said with a laugh.

Eddie smirked. “I suppose it does. We probably shouldn’t be seen fraternising with each other then. Some people might think I’m giving you tips.”

You scoffed. “Who said we needed tips from a mediocre rock band?”

Eddie shot his hands towards his heart, pretending to be wounded.

“Mediocre? Now that’s a low blow.”

You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.

“You said we were alright.”

“That’s still better than mediocre.”

“Well that’s because we are better than you.”

Eddie leaned down towards you tauntingly. You refused to pull away.

“Well then, I guess we’ll just have to let the competition decide.”

Eddie smirked down at you and you smirked back.

“May the best band win.”

And then you were pulling away, leaving behind the scent of your perfume that had Eddie urging to follow you. He inhaled deeply before leaning back himself, slinging the bag of the record over his shoulder.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, Munson. We did technically close three minutes ago and I have places to be.”

Eddie smiled, walking slowly backwards towards the door. “You know I might just have to start coming here instead of the store across town.”

You smiled back. “And why is that?”

“Well, here I get great service and a show.”

A deep blush crossed your face, your smile dropping. “I swear to god, Munson, if you tell anyone what you saw tonight, I’ll murder you.”

Eddie smirked. “Next time if you switch the broom for an actual guitar I might leave you a bigger tip.”

“Next time it might be the broom I hit you with!”

Eddie couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from him.

“Night, princess. Have fun with the sweeping.”

And then the bell was chiming above him as he left.

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Eddie couldn’t quite wipe the smile from his face as he walked back to his van with a skip to his step, a record he already owned held within the bag slung over his shoulder. A mop of brown hair stared at him through a pair of binoculars from the front seat of his van as he walked, a toothy grin situated upon Dustin’s face as he noticed Eddie’s smile. At the sight of him, Eddie’s smile faltered, remembering all at once the purpose of the outing.

“So it went well then?” Dustin asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows as Eddie hopped into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Eddie mumbled half-heartedly.

“So she said yes?”

Eddie turned to look at Dustin, confused.

“What?”

“When you asked her out? She said yes, right?”

“Ugh,” Eddie stammered. “No. Well, not yet. I didn’t actually ask her.”

Eddie turned his keys in the ignition and backed out of his spot with slightly more speed than was strictly necessary.

“What?” Dustin exclaimed. “That was the whole point of this mission!”

Mission. Eddie flinched.

“Yeah well, it didn’t feel right.”

“It doesn’t matter if it didn’t feel right. The competition’s a week away! You don’t exactly have time for everything to feel right.”

“Well then we’ll just do a cover for the first round. It’s not the end of the world.”

Eddie kept his gaze fixated on the road, his hands gripping the wheel so hard that his knuckles went white. Dustin, noticing the silence in the car, turned his attention to the bag that sat beside him, the label of the record store clearly printed on the front.

“Ohh, what did you get?” he questioned, not waiting for Eddie to answer as he opened the bag and rummaged through. “Wait,” Dustin hesitated. “Don’t you already have this album?”

“Shut up.”

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Songs Used:

- Somebody to Love by Queen

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@alicetweven @juggernort @theh3aven @manamitoyota @mimiluvsualot @cherrypieyourface @kaqua @c0untryclub @goldencherriess @emotionaldreamer @givemethesleep @milkiane @miscreantsnopossoms @legendaryfestsoul-blog

Series Taglist:

@grungegrrrl

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thepalaceofmelanie · 5 months

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Martell Week- COTD: Oberyn Martell

Tag: @elvinaa @adriennegabriella @morby @candycanes19 @wingsoftheangels @tashastrange89

(A/N: Okay so we had a House Martell music task...well, I want to do that for just Oberyn. So the first ten are songs with my reasoning, while the last ten are certain lyrics that fit him without my reasoning. Plus, this helps me get a playlist for Oberyn started for use. Enjoy the ride! Also am working on Day 2 and 3, so hopefully I can get those done tonight.)

1- “Unholy (Japanese Version)” by: Shayne Orok, Curserino & Ali Orok

Reasoning: Alright, pick any version of Unholy; I don’t care if it’s the OG to a cover or whatever else, this version screams Oberyn. It’s slow and sensual and sexy, to say the least, I recommend this song for any smut/lemon playlist.

2- “Oberyn” by: Daenerys and Targaryens

Reasoning: Please, do yourself a favor! Go and listen to this song. It’s so fun and a bit funny but it’s about him! So enjoy fellow Oberyn fans.

3- “Letter To A Friend” by: Robert Gromotka and Chiharu Bley Violoncello

Reasoning: I feel this would be his theme song back in Dorne. More so when he’s in the Water Garden writing poems for his daughters. It’s just something that would make you think of him feeling calm for lack of a better term.

4- “Bow Down” by: I, Prevail

Reasoning: Basically, this song is could be his theme song when trying to avenge his Sister and her children. I did have this one down in the lyric area but switched it because, of how it just works more so as a whole.

5- “Crossing Over” by: Five Finger Death Punch

Reasoning: So, after watching the Bills game, I was trying to think what else to add and remember this old gem. This song is about loss and grieving and well, he lost Elia. Also you could use this song for Ellaria as well, when the second verse.

6- “Adrenalize” by: In This Moment

Reasoning: If I had to give Oberyn’s “infamous for his sexual appetite” as the wiki puts it, a theme song, it would be this. It’s hard, heavy and well a sex song.

7- “Tonight” by: Fozzy

Reasoning: “Then everyone is missing half the world’s pleasure. The gods made women… and it delights me. The gods made men… and it delights me. When it comes to war, I fight for Dorne. When it comes to love — I don’t choose sides.”

8- “One Of The Girls” by: Jennie Kim, Lily-Rose Depp, and The Weeknd

“We don't gotta be in love, no

I don't gotta be the one, no

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight

We don't gotta be in love, no

I don't gotta be the one, no

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight, oh”

9- “Emperor’s New Clothes” by: Panic! At The Disco

“I'm taking back the crown

I'm all dressed up and naked

I see what's mine and take it

(Finders keepers, losers weepers)”

10- “Love You To Death” by: Type O Negative

“In her place one hundred candles burning

As salty sweat drips from her breast

Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying

They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get”

11- “Hangman” by: Rev Theory

“Take your places please

You’ll need to sit for this one

It’s a simple plan

With a mangled conclusion”

12- “Go Girl” by: Pitbull

“I party like a rockstar

Look like a movie star

Play like an all star

Fuck like a pornstar”

13- “The Whims of Fate -King Side” cover by: FamilyJules feat Kuraiinu

“Give into another vice

See where it might lead

Come on, let's just enjoy the spice

Life and feel so free

Give into temptation”

14- “So Far Away” by: Staind

“This is my life

Its not what it was before

All these feelings I've shared

And these are my dreams

That I'd never lived before

Somebody shake me

'Cause I

I must be sleeping”

15- “Young Gods” by: Hasley

“He says, "Ooh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges

I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon

There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs

And if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight"”

#Martell Week #Oberyn Martell #Oberyn Martell playlist #Mel has a song for everything #chibi Oberyn approved

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drakulateeth · 2 years

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My femme fatale essentials

I have seen way too many posts and articles about how to become a femme fatale and most of them are useless. And since I have had the femme fatale mindset ever since I was quite young, let me share with you what being a femme fatale actually entails:

Being in touch with your dark side.

By this I mean, understanding and not suppressing the negative traits that we have. Being selfish, arrogant, wanting to lie, wanting to steal, craving violence. Once you look at those feelings in the face and truly understand them, you will no longer be a slave to them and to what society says is unacceptable. Regardless this does not mean wrecking havoc in others lives and self-destructing, but you should accept yourself fully and work on whatever you see fit, however you see fit (I'm a popstar, not a doctor).

2. Having a generally dark and muted color palette.

For your clothes and your environment, I think this is quite self explanatory. Dark reds and browns, shiny pinks and even deep blues. Candles, antique furniture, old books, heavy curtains, classic cuts for clothes, for this part I would suggest you mix the stereotypical aesthetic with your own authentic style. Do not buy into the mainstream products you see online though, please, I would suggest see what type of Halloween decorations you enjoy and move from there. (My inspiration ever since I was young have been vampires)

3. Being the demise of men.

My personal favorite. I have yet to destroy anyone's life but I have used the feelings that many guys had for me, for my benefit. From school projects, to concert tickets, to snacks, free rides around town, to now getting a guy that likes me, that I of course do not like, to do most of my work in the conference I am working on. And in the end breaking their little hearts.

The way I go around it is that I act cold (I already look intimidating) and never give them actual hope, so when the situation blows in the guy's face, he knows that it was his fault and that him being blinded by lust cannot be my problem. This is where the be in touch with all your feeling and urges comes to play. Be ruthless. (I should do a whole separate piece on being ruthless, 10/10 would recommend)

4. Emulating classic and/or glam looks.

For this part, fuck trends and do what works for you. You must know yourself first and then craft a look, I cannot tell you to just do a red lip and you will look stunning. You should know your undertones and what shades of lipstick compliment your face. I only wear dark reds and browns, otherwise I do simple nudes, because pink or purple or anything vibrant looks terrible on me. Pick and choose whatever suits you and I repeat stay away from trends. Hair, make up, scents, dresses, shoes, nails, everything should be coherent, should suit you because YOU are wearing them they do not wear you, basically look well put together in a glam way in a darker color palette. (The look is a very simple part)

5. Having a very particular hobby that must be intellectually stimulating.

For me it would be learning languages, I already speak four (French is one of them, you want someone to be hypnotized by you, speak French with the accent, even if it is visible you are not French, it still sounds hot) and I intend to learn three more because I have picked them up but have not taken them to intermediate or advanced levels yet. Your hobby can be anything as long as it is very intellectually and artistically stimulating. Think playing the cello, the harp, the violin, the piano, think classical ballet, ballroom dancing or even belly dancing, sculpting, writing poetry, pottery, I can go on for ages. You have read this in other guides too, be curious, be authentic and indulge in the things that you enjoy.

6. Oozing sex appeal.

That starts with being confident in your body and being in complete touch with yourself. You already know what I will say on this, eat well, do something physical that makes you feel good, take care of your health, wear well made lingerie, have a deep and sweet perfume (I am a Dior girl, I buy a dupe for daily wear, and the actual perfume for more important matters). The rest, I don't know you, you must figure it out yourself, a guide I made cannot dictate your life, do whatever makes you feel sexy. Start with sexy lingerie, shiny jewelry, also gun and dagger shaped things, put on a sultry playlist, imitate supermodel walks, the world is your oyster.

7. You must stand tall

The main appeal of the femme fatale, is the self confidence, the directness, living their life in their own terms. They have boundaries, standards, refined taste... basically they are the dream girl that would do everything to get what she wants, there is this sort of perfect imperfection about their poise, their anger, their movement. They seem so cool yet so ready to strike, at any moment they might unleash hell. I always loved them because they seemed so multidimensional. I never particularly enjoyed the nice and sweet heroin in media, I related more the the amoral, darker "villains" hence me being a well known bitch from age 12 until now.

(During my formative years I was an only child and quite spoiled, so I think it makes sense I subscribe to the philosophies that I subscribe)

On an ending note, I would suggest pick a few fictional characters that have traits you would like to emulate, and live as they would. We live in the age of information, chances are you already know what you like or not about the aesthetic, so make it your own and live authentically. The only thing I want to say is, bring back misery to men's lives, because 1. the trope is based on that and 2. because they love it.

*I also have a bone to pick with the coquettes that girlblog from their bed all day and make those ugly moodboards about femme fatales. More on that some other night

Happy hunting my maneaters,

snowblack

#femme fatale #maneater #female manipulator #secrets of a femme fatale #divine feminine #dark femininity #female empowerment #dark feminine energy #light feminine energy #the art of seduction #enchantress #seductress #female excellence #art of seduction

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kokoch4n3l · 2 months

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DEAD GIRL'S BEACH࿐ྂ KUROKAWA IZANA x f!oc x SANO MANJIRO

TEN — i don’t smoke

"while therapy may offer some insight into his psyche, it's doubtful that Mr.Kurokawa's fundamental nature would be altered. despite what studies say, some individuals are simply predisposed to nefarious behaviour." —MAYA'S ROUGH NOTES ON K.I

chapter summary: Kakucho forces Maya to face the reality of her situation and Izana reveals some not so nice things

warnings: DARK CONTENT 18+, unreliable narrator!Maya, vomiting, drug use/misuse, withdrawal symptoms, possibly inaccurate depiction of at-home withdrawal care/survival, first-degree burns, depictions of injuries and burns, blood and gore, hickeys, bite marks, kissing, thoughts of self-harm, emotional manipulation, slight infantilization, betrayal, dehumanization, depiction of corpses, mention of suicide, MAJOR noncon(not detailed), noncon to dubcon, allusions to sex, unprotected sex, forced orgasm, coercion, implied creampie, memory loss, dissociation, past torture, past waterboarding

word count: 7534

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She's thrown up for the 3rd time today. Kakucho holds her hair back and holds his breath. He knows if he gets a whiff of it he'll be throwing up right next to her. He makes Maya brush her teeth then instead of lighting a candle he uses those febreeze small spaces air freshener thing and sets it up in the bathroom instead. Kakucho would rather not take care of any more wax-related burns. "come on, drink" He mutters to Maya, kneeling in front of her on the bed, holding a bottle of pocari sweat to her lips

He has to hold the bottle for her. Maya's hand keeps shaking from the pain and the sudden cold and hot flushes are making things hard for her. But, at least she isn't hallucinating which is a good thing. Else Kakucho remembers when Izana— no, he'd rather not think about that right now. "Just a little more" He coaxes gently as Maya tries pushing the bottle away "You've been sweating and throwing up so much, you need it"

She continues to drink again and he sighs in relief, holding up the bottle for her. One of Maya's hands shakily comes up and holds his wrist. Her skin is hot to the touch. He should probably put a cold cloth on her forehead but that wouldn't be a good idea with the random cold flushes. Or Maybe he could. Kakucho isn't sure. He isn't the doctor, Maya is. "there we go, good girl" Kakucho murmurs, screwing the cap of the bottle back on and then putting it on the bedside table

Maya looks like she's out of it. No, she definitely is. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is shallow. She was wearing shorts and one of Mikey's silk pyjama shirts as it was the only material that wasn't irritating her back that was filled with first-degree burns from the hot wax Izana poured on her back yesterday night. Kakucho sighs and brushes Maya's bangs away from her eyes. "Turn around, let me see your back"

Maya turns around in a lazy fashion and Kakucho can't help but sigh once again seeing she wasn't unbuttoning her shirt. He reaches around her and starts unbuttoning her shirt. Maya winces when his chest brushes against her back "Sorry, sweetheart, sorry" Kakucho murmurs, the petname slips out without knowing

He unbuttons her shirt all the way then pulls it off the rounds of her shoulders and moves back to see the burns. She's sitting crossed-legged and kind of hunched over, Kakucho can clearly see all the places Izana had poured the wax. Starting from the base of her neck and trailing all the way down her spine to the small of her back are red irritated trails. There are small red dots on the backs of her ribs and more trails on her ribs. It's only first-degree burns but they obviously hurt. "rate your pain" Kakucho asks

"0 out of 10" Maya mumbles

He raises his brow. He can't see what face she's making right now so it's hard to tell what she means. "huh?"

"do not recommend"

Oh my god. How could she be like this right now? "You're insufferable" Kakucho mutters, pulling out a tube of burn cream

Gently squeezing a dollop of cream onto his fingertips, Kakucho applies it to Maya's burns with tender care, his touch light and soothing. Maya winces occasionally, but she doesn't protest, allowing him to tend to her injuries without complaint. Kakucho decides to ignore the hickeys on her lower back and the teeth marks on her shoulder in favour of saving her and himself from embarrassment and an unwanted conversation. As he works, he can't help but notice the subtle tremors running through Maya's body, a sign of the withdrawal symptoms she's battling alongside her physical injuries. "How are you feeling?" Kakucho asks softly, his voice filled with genuine concern as he continues to apply the cream

He knows that the pain from the burns is just one aspect of her suffering, with the withdrawal symptoms adding an additional layer of torment to her ordeal. Maya's response is a weak murmur, her words barely audible as she struggles to articulate her thoughts amidst the haze of discomfort and pain. With a sigh, Kakucho continues to apply the cream, his movements gentle and deliberate as he works to alleviate Maya's pain as much as possible. Gently guiding Maya, Kakucho helps her shift onto her stomach, ensuring that she's positioned comfortably on the bed. He fluffs up the pillows beneath her chest, providing extra support to ease the strain on her back. "Here, let's get you settled," Kakucho murmurs, his voice a soothing presence amidst the turmoil of Maya's pain and discomfort

She isn't wearing a bra and if this weren't a completely different situation, Maya probably would have been really uncomfortable but right now, it didn't matter. Kakucho fully removes the silk shirt from her arms and hangs it on the edge of the headboard. "comfortable?" he asks

Maya nods weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Kakucho," she murmurs, her gratitude evident in her eyes as she gazes up at him.

Kakucho offers her a gentle smile, his heart swelling with a mixture of tenderness and concern for her well-being. He brushes a stray strand of hair away from her face, his touch light and reassuring. Kakucho gently runs his fingers through Maya's hair, his touch tender and comforting as he watches over her. "Does anything else hurt, Maya?" he asks softly, his voice infused with genuine concern

Maya shifts slightly, her movements slow and deliberate as she tries to find a comfortable position. "My legs... they're sore," she murmurs, her words slurred with exhaustion and discomfort

Kakucho gets off the floor and sits on the bed by her feet and starts massaging her legs. As Kakucho's fingers glide along Maya's legs, he applies just the right amount of pressure, his touch firm yet gentle. With each knead and stroke, he focuses on releasing the tension that has built up in her muscles, working methodically from her ankles upward. He can't shake the guilt gnawing at him, knowing that she's endured so much pain and suffering.He wants to apologize to her, to beg for her forgiveness, but the words stick in his throat like bitter bile. How could he face her after what he's done, after the role he played in her torment? He wishes he hadn't intervened, wishes he hadn't pleaded with Izana to spare her life. Maybe then she wouldn't be lying here, broken and battered, her spirit all but crushed beneath the weight of her pain.

Maya didn't deserve any of this. She was an innocent caught in the crossfire of their twisted world, a pawn in a game she never asked to play. And yet, here she is, paying the price for his mistakes.

Death would have been a merciful release compared to the agony she's enduring now. But Kakucho knows he can't undo the past, can't erase the scars that mar her body and soul. All he can do is offer what little comfort he can, hoping against hope that it's enough to ease her suffering, if only for a fleeting moment.

As Kakucho's skilled hands glide along Maya's tired limbs, he focuses intently on the task at hand. With practiced precision, he applies just the right amount of pressure, his fingers kneading away the knots of tension that have accumulated in her muscles. Her skin is soft against his calloused hands. Each stroke is deliberate, each movement purposeful, as he works to ease the discomfort that plagues her. With each pass, he can feel the tightness gradually give way, the knots unravelling beneath his touch. He pays close attention to Maya's reactions, adjusting his technique accordingly to ensure her comfort. As he works his way up from her ankles, he can't help but marvel at the resilience of the human body, the way it responds to the healing power of touch. Despite the weight of guilt that hangs heavy on his shoulders, Kakucho finds solace in the simple act of offering Maya some measure of relief. He knows that he can't undo the pain she's endured, but in this moment, he's determined to do everything in his power to ease her suffering. "this okay?" Kakucho asks her

"hm..." Maya hums sleepily

This isn't his first rodeo with withdrawal. He hoped with Izana it would be the last but he really didn't expect to be taking care of Izana's hostage after that whole shitshow. Kakucho eyes drift upwards to her thighs. Her legs are slightly spread and on her inner thighs, he can see hickeys. Kakucho feels like he's 15 again, flushing at the sight of girls with hickeys on their necks stumbling out the Haitanis and Izana's rooms, picking up Mikey from some random girl's house, looking away from Shion who's got a girl in his lap— don't get Kakucho wrong, he's slept with girls before. A bunch actually just... Pretty girls like Maya made him weak.

That and the fact that she looked like and acted a little like—

Kakucho doesn't want to think about that right now. "Hey, what are you doing?"

He goes stiff and looks at the door where Mikey is standing with his arms crossed over his chest. There is this obsessive look in his eyes and it makes Kakucho sick. Kakucho's heart skips a beat as he's caught off guard by Mikey's sudden appearance. He quickly pulls his hands away from Maya's legs, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck. "I, uh... Just trying to help her relax," he stammers, his voice betraying his unease.

No doubt the entire thing looked scandalous. Maya's laying on her front with no shirt on and Kakucho is massaging her legs. Okay, maybe it wasn't that scandalous but still. It was embarrassing to be caught by Mikey like this. Maya's voice, barely above a whisper, cuts through the tension-filled air. "Mikey..." she murmurs, her eyes fluttering open as she reaches out towards him

Kakucho's hands freeze in mid-air as Maya's soft voice pulls him out of his thoughts. He watches silently as Mikey's expression softens at the sound of her voice, a flicker of concern crossing his features. Mikey walks over and kneels next to her on the floor, running his fingers through her hair. Kakucho takes that as his queue to leave and slides off the bed. Mikey kisses her forehead. There is a slight anger he feels as he watches Maya let Mikey touch and caress her like he is her lover.

But it wasn't because he was jealous.

It was out of disappointment.

"what's all this stuff for anyway?" Mikey asks as Maya uses a dropper from a tiny glass bottle to apply some kind of solution to his face

They're the bathroom. The mirror is fogged with steam from the shower. Mikey has a towel wrapped around his hips and Maya has one wrapped around her chest beneath her arms, their hair damp, sticking to their necks. She's sitting on the counter and Mikey is standing between her knees, hands on her bare thighs as he gazes into her eyes with an emotion that looks like love. "hydration" Maya tells him, using the tips of her fingers to rub in water solution she put on his face into his skin "we've got the same skin type so my products work for you too"

Mikey simply hums at her answer and lets his eyes fall shut as she works the product into his skin. When he opens his eyes, he's got a soft smile playing on his lips. MIkey admires her for a while as she works the same product into her own skin, using delicate motions and pressure. "You're beautiful..." He says quietly, thumbs rubbing circles into her bare thighs

Maya's cheeks burn with a rosy hue as Mikey's words catch her off guard. She averts her gaze, feeling suddenly bashful under his admiring stare. "Oh, uh, thank you," she mumbles, her voice soft and barely audible.

Mikey's smile softens at her reaction, his thumb continuing its gentle caress on her thigh. He tilts his head slightly, studying her with affectionate eyes. "You don't have to be shy, Maya," he reassures her, his voice warm and reassuring. "I mean every word I say."

Maya's heart flutters at his sincerity, a warmth spreading through her chest. She steals a glance at him, her lips curling into a shy smile. "you're pretty" Mikey says again, pressing a light peck to her lips

"I'm pretty?" She repeats

"The prettiest"

For some reason, being called pretty felt a lot nicer than beautiful. It was a weird way to think but, Maya liked it. Although Mikey did call her both, pretty and beautiful, so she was happy. "now what other little skincare thing you have left to do?" He asks, looking at her as if she was something precious

Looking at Maya like she was the only thing in the world looking at, looking at her like— like how Maya wished Chifuyu would look at her. For a moment she's snapped back to reality. She was in a beach house in the middle of nowhere, being drugged and tortured, with a bunch of gangsters that had Japan under their boot and now she had just showered with said gang's leader.

How fucking great.

Mikey seems to notice her change in mood and he frowns. "Hey, baby. You 'kay?"

Maya just nods. Her heart beats fast, her mouth suddenly feels dry and her head is hurting again. As Mikey's question hangs in the air, Maya's mind whirls with a flurry of conflicting emotions. She forces a smile, attempting to mask the turmoil brewing within her, but her facade feels paper-thin against the weight of her thoughts. "Yeah, I'm okay..." she replies, her voice sounding unconvincing even to her own ears.

Mikey's concerned gaze lingers on her, his brows furrowing with worry. "You sure?" he asks softly, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of her hand.

Despite the tenderness in his touch, Maya can't shake the feeling of unease settling in the pit of her stomach. She inhales deeply, attempting to quell the rising tide of anxiety threatening to overwhelm her. "Yeah, just... a bit tired, I guess" she mumbles, her words feeling hollow even as they leave her lips "my head hurts"

Mikey's expression softens, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. "Alright, let's get you to bed then" he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm against her frayed nerves

They dry their hair and get dressed and Mikey leads her to bed. She's stiff as she lays there in his arms. Mikey is rubbing her back probably thinking her unease was because of the withdrawal. The burns on her back healed fairly quickly with constant care and now all that was left was the migraines she got from the withdrawal. She didn't feel like dying but swallowing a bullet seemed much more appealing at times. But the withdrawal wasn't the problem here, it was the fact that Mikey had made her completely forget she was being held against her will. The fact that she had been too caught up making love with Japan's most ruthless gangster, she forgot where she was.

Mikey's gentle ministrations soothe the tension in her muscles, but beneath the surface, Maya's mind churns with a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. She knows she should feel grateful for his care, for the semblance of normalcy he brings to her tumultuous existence. Yet, with each tender touch, a wave of guilt washes over her, threatening to drown her in its suffocating embrace. "Mikey" She whispers, looking up at him

They're both lying on their sides, her head on his bicep. "Hm?" he asks, brushing a finger away from her forehead

Maya's gaze meets Mikey's, finding a warmth that envelops her like a soft blanket on a cold night. His eyes, pools of understanding and compassion, seem to hold her entire world within their depths. But no, she couldn't melt again. "C-could..." She pauses, not sure how to word her question

"It's fine, tell me" Mikey encourages

So Maya takes a deep breath and asks "can you tell Izana to let me go?"

Mikey's expression shifts, a flicker of uncertainty dancing across his features before being masked by a carefully crafted facade. Maya senses the tension in the air, a palpable silence that hangs between them like a heavy curtain. "I..." Mikey begins, his voice trailing off as he searches for the right words.

He hesitates, his gaze flickering away from Maya's for a moment before returning, filled with a mixture of concern and conflict. "Maya, you know it's not that simple," he finally responds, his tone gentle yet tinged with a hint of resignation. "Izana... he's not someone you can just ask favours from."

Maya's heart sinks at his words, a wave of disappointment crashing over her like a relentless tide. She had hoped, perhaps naively, that Mikey would be able to intervene on her behalf, to offer her a glimmer of freedom amidst the suffocating confines of her captivity. But now, faced with the harsh reality of their situation, she feels a sense of despair wash over her, threatening to drown her in its depths. "But... But you're the leader are you not?" Maya whispers quietly, a dejected look on her face "You're the leader of Tokyo Manji Gang, not... him"

Mikey nods and presses a kiss to her forehead. "Yes I am the leader but Izana is my older brother... And because he is older, he tends to abuse that. I am leader but my brother is older"

Maya's heart sinks further at his words, a heavy sense of disillusionment settling over her like a suffocating blanket. She had clung to a sliver of hope, however naive, that Mikey's leadership might offer her some semblance of protection from Izana's grasp. But as the truth unravels before her, she realizes the bitter reality of their familial dynamics, the hierarchy that reigns even within the Tokyo Manji Gang. The weight of Mikey's confession hangs in the air, casting a shadow over their already dire circumstances. Maya struggles to process the implications of his revelation, grappling with the cruel irony of their situation. The leader of the gang is unable to protect her from his own brother's tyranny. As Mikey's lips brush against her forehead in a tender gesture, Maya's heart aches with a profound sense of loss. The fleeting comfort of his touch offers little solace in the face of the insurmountable odds stacked against them. "I'm sorry, Maya," Mikey whispers, his voice tinged with remorse. "I wish I could change things, but... but I'm bound by more than just my position."

"oh..." Is all Maya is able to say

In response, Mikey simply wraps his arms around her, holding her tight against his chest. His embrace is a silent comfort, offering solace in the midst of her despair. There are no words spoken, but the warmth of his embrace speaks volumes, reassuring Maya that she is not alone in her struggle. "for now let's focus on helping you get better" He murmurs gently "Most of the withdrawal symptoms are gone, you look like a lot better too... Just having headaches yeah?"

Maya nods weakly against Mikey's chest, grateful for his understanding and support. "Yeah, just headaches" she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

The throbbing ache in her head feels like a relentless drumbeat, a constant reminder of the turmoil she's endured. Mikey brushes a gentle hand through her hair, his touch soothing against her skin. "We'll figure it out" he assures her softly, his words a balm to her battered soul.

She buries her face into his chest again, trying to blink back her tears. It had been 4 or 5 days since that whole thing with Izana. Her back was healed and she was recovering pretty quickly from the withdrawals. So she should have been here for about 2 and a half weeks? Right? Maya isn't too sure but that's what she thinks. She shifts her head and looks at the double doors in front of the bed. The sun is shining, it's a nice day out. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore is faint but soothing. Maybe it was the view that really made her feel better. Had she been locked in some shitty hospital like Izana was, even she would take 2 months to recover. "hey" Mikey tells her

She looks up at him with eyes filled with tears. Mikey sighed and shifted their positions so she was now lying on her back and Mikey hovering over her. He's putting most of his weight onto her hips and thighs like he usually does. "I feel like I'm hurting you when you look at me like that..." he murmured, pressing his forehead against hers

There is so much she wants to say. So many things she wants to tell him but can't. "You're not hurting me, Mikey," she ends up saying, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's just... everything. It's been a lot."

Mikey's gaze softens, his eyes reflecting the depth of his love and understanding. He leans into her touch, seeking solace in the warmth of her presence. "I know, sweetheart," he murmurs, his breath mingling with hers. "But we'll get through this together, okay? You and me."

There was an overwhelming silence that lingered between them. Maya didn't have anything to say and Mikey didn't seem to want to continue this either. Finally, Mikey leaned in for a gentle and slow kiss, a hand next to her head, holding himself up over her all the while coaxing Maya wordlessly through the affectionate kiss. Maya sighed, she knew Mikey wasn't the best at expressing his emotions despite being devoted to catering to her emotions— or whatever Mikey's version of catering to her emotions was.

After pulling away, Mikey wrapped her arms around him and dug her face into his neck, feeling utterly defeated. "I'm sorry" she muttered into his neck, not really knowing what she was apologizing for

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Maya," he murmurs, his voice tender against her ear, lips brushing against her skin with each word. "You're going through a lot right now, and it's okay to feel overwhelmed."

He presses a chaste kiss to her neck and then rolls off her. "Let's get you to sleep, hm... You need rest"

Maya nods faintly in agreement, her exhaustion weighing heavily upon her. She allows Mikey to guide her into a comfortable position, curling up beside her as she sinks into the welcoming embrace of sleep. Despite the turmoil raging within her mind, the rhythmic sound of Mikey's steady breathing beside her serves as a lullaby, soothing her frayed nerves and offering a fleeting sense of peace amidst the chaos of their circumstances.

As sleep begins to claim her, Maya finds herself clinging to the fleeting hope that Mikey's promise of finding a way out will ring true.

Something's pressing her, suffocating her. Not to the point of being unable to breathe, but discomforting. Maya hated this. What's happening?

What's—

"Izana?" her eyes glazed over, heavy with sleep when she pried them open to the sight of a blurry figure, dark in the moonlit bedroom.

Her eyes cleared out to the familiar outlines of Izana's broad frame, hovering over her, his face hidden in the shadows of the moon. When she tried shifting up on her elbows, she couldn't lift a finger. Both her wrists pinning above her head, Izana holding them both in one of his hands, caging her in. Sirens went off in her head. "Izana," she slurred out, sleep bleeding out of her head in urgency.

Even in the darkness, Izana's irises were a ring of lavender, glimmering and predatory in the dim lighting of the room, illuminated by the bright white moon staring at them through the window in its full glory. Maya's goosebumps broke out. "For a child, you're quite lovely," Izana says, smiling "I don't think anyone I have met in all my time on earth has been so sweet to me... I wonder if you taste as good as you are"

Maya thinks she might throw up or scream or something— because what the fuck was going on? Mikey had left earlier due to some work in Osaka and oh man had she known Izana was here she would have pleaded for Mikey to stay. "You're so easy on the eyes bunny..." he murmured, brushing her hair away from her eyes

This was terrifying. This is the first time she's facing Izana while not under the influence of some drugs or going through withdrawal since he abducted her. "You...what is this?" She whimpered out, hoping he was just going to scare the shit out of her and leave

"To put your faith in a low-life creature like Manjiro. How kind of you bunny," Izana said, feigning innocence over Maya's demands. The corner of his lips curled up into a smirk. Menacing. "How naïve."

"Wh-What?" Maya whimpered out, not understanding what he meant

"Manjiro has done all this work to get you to let him in. I must say I'm a little jealous" Izana murmurs "He did it so easy by being fake about his intentions... Lying to you... While I... I've been being truthful this entire time"

"What're you going to do?" Maya dodged, fighting back the lump threatening to crawl out of her throat and chest as her heart broke and shattered underneath her captor

Mikey was lying to her about something. Something? What? Her head feels like a mess still despite having recovered from the withdrawal almost completely. Izana dove down and kissed her, taking Maya off-guard. The struggle she put in was minuscule compared to the sheer amount of power Izana exuded from just pressing her down with a single hand, she kicked and thrashed but Izana didn't budge, undeterred. Like Maya's attempts were nothing but mere swats of flies. Izana ripped away, eyes widening a fraction. Maya's chest heaved with huge gulps of breath, teary from the assault upon her. Izana's tongue poked out to swipe over her lower lip. Maya whimpered, feeling horrible. Izana grinned at her. It wasn't like she didn't know he was fucking evil.

Maya had no reason not to believe Izana. After all, he had been truthful to her about what he wanted from her the entire time.

A sick type of revenge.

Punishment for something she wasn't even aware of.

"This isn't fair... I didn't know" Maya tried standing her ground despite being held down like this.

Her will was slipping, she was grasping on loose sand at this point. But she won't give in. She couldn't. "I didn't do anything Izana! I didn't know!"

"Of course, you didn't, bunny" Izana says with a laugh, pressing more of his weight down onto her to keep her still "I don't care though"

His words hang heavy in the air, suffocating her with the weight of his twisted intentions. Despite her desperate protests, she knows that Izana's ruthless resolve leaves little room for mercy or redemption. With each passing moment, Maya's sense of helplessness grows, her heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. Trapped beneath Izana's relentless hold, she feels the walls closing in around her, suffocating her with the harsh reality of her captivity. Despite her attempts to reason with him, she knows that Izana's twisted sense of justice leaves no room for mercy. "Please, Izana, let me go," Maya pleads, her voice trembling with desperation while she continues to try and free her wrists from Izana's grasp "I won't tell anyone about this, I swear."

Izana's laughter rings out once more, cold and merciless. "Oh, little bunny, you don't seem to understand," he sneers, his grip tightening around her wrists

Tears well up in Maya's eyes as she realizes the depth of Izana's depravity. "You're sick," she whispers, her voice barely above a whimper.

Izana's smile widens into a cruel grin. "Perhaps," he replies, his eyes gleaming with malice. "But not as sick as Manjiro"

It still confuses her. Why is he saying that? Just what did Mikey lie to her about? As if sensing her turmoil, Izana leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You think Manjiro is your saviour, bunny," he murmurs, his voice dripping with venom. "But he's nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Maya's heart pounds in her chest, her thoughts spinning wildly. She wants to believe that Mikey is different, and that he truly cares for her, but Izana's words plant seeds of doubt in her mind. Could she have been so blind? So naïve? Maya watches Izana pull out his phone and then play a video, putting the screen in front of her face. It was from the news, dated 2 weeks ago. "A body has been found near the docks of Yokohama pier in a car that was set to blaze. Police identified the body as newly graduated psychiatrist, Kaneko Maya, ruled as a suicide as a note was found on the scene. Kaneko had been missing for the 2 and a half weeks and—"

Maya's heart drops. "W-What?" she whispers as the clip continues to play

She was dead. She'd be declared dead. She thinks she might throw up. If she was declared dead that meant no one was looking for her. Maya thinks she might as well actually be dead. "Y-You did this..." Maya chokes out, trying not to sob

Izana giggles like she said something funny. "Not me... Manjiro"

Maya's mind races, trying to make sense of the betrayal she's just witnessed. She can't shake the feeling of betrayal, the sense of being utterly abandoned. The weight of it all threatens to crush her spirit, leaving her feeling hollow and lost. "He got a call from Chifuyu one day... The same day you and him were out playing in the ocean like a bunch of children. Chifuyu asked his precious Mikey-kun for help with looking for you"

Chifuyu was... Looking for her?

"Of course, Manjiro had other plans," Izana says with a laugh "He wanted to keep you. I don't blame him though... You're so pretty, bunny... Even I wanted to keep you"

Maya's mind reels at the revelation, her heart torn between disbelief and despair. Chifuyu was searching for her all along, yet Mikey chose to betray her trust and keep her captive. The realization hits her like a tidal wave, leaving her feeling battered and broken. Tears blur Maya's vision as she struggles to process the magnitude of Mikey's betrayal. How could he have deceived her so thoroughly, leading her to believe in a false sense of security while he orchestrated her captivity? The pain cuts deep, slicing through her already fragile heart like a knife. That meant it wasn't because Izana was older that Mikey couldn't tell him to let her go— it was because Mikey wanted to keep her here too. But she's barely even able to process this when Izana presses all his weight down onto her at once. "I wonder," Maya's breath hitched when Izana dropped down, grazing his teeth across the skin of her neck "How much will it take for you to break..."

In one moment Maya was glaring at the back of Izana's hair, trying not to cry, fearing for her life, a moment of stillness with the waves of cold breath against Maya's neck. "I don't think it would be much since I know how fragile that mind of yours is"

In the next, she's flipped onto her front.

So Izana takes her. Forcing it on her. Not that it mattered to him but it did to her. It was the first time she was in her right mind when Izana did this. The room is spinning as Maya is flipped onto her back again, dizzy and drunk from all the overwhelming feelings, throat is scratchy after screaming and crying for help that never came. He's drilling his hips down on Maya, deeper and punching the breath out of her and choking on her spit.

Somewhere along the way, Maya hadn't noticed Izana had released her wrists, the skin there throbbing from having been constricted of blood supply for so long. Only coming to realize when Izana lifted her up by the small of her back to press against his chest, her fragile little body in his lap now, swallowing her cries and letting her scratch the skin of his back, a small attempt of refusal or a distraction from the overwhelming sensations she's experiencing, weakened by time.

Maya tasted her own blood as she cried into his chest, her head feeling like it was stuffed full of compact cotton balls, her mind swirling but not numb to the pain. This is wrong. It hurts, hurts so much she feels like she can't breathe properly.

But the pleasure is undeniable. The gratifying surges of electricity at every thrust Izana gives her grow intoxicating, overwhelming her to the point if this were in a very contrasting setting, she would have loved it, craved it.

But it's not. This is Izana growling into her ear, dragging his teeth threateningly over her jugular and drawing out whimpers and cries from Maya's trembling lips, his every touch leaving burning trails and deep indigo bruises all over her skin. Maya put a hand over her eyes, crying into it as the other scratched at his back and shoulders. "Do it," Izana tempts and lays her body back onto the bed, still connected

"No..." Maya hiccups as Izana pried her hands away from her face, intertwining their fingers deliberately and pinning them to the bed.

Maya tried facing away, but Izana yanked her face forward, smashing their lips together and she could only take what was given to her. "Please," Maya blinks through her tears, fat droplets wetting her cheeks like soaked sheets. "Stop it. End this."

"Come for me," Izana replies, his teeth baring deadly "Bunny..."

Maya caved in with a cry, body convulsing underneath Izana's weight as she released, Izana leading her through the hazy fog in her head with soft words, encouraging if she will. "That's it, that's it... Good girl... my pretty bunny"

Her legs fall slack beside Izana's waist, Izana hitching them back up at his hips as he picks up pace once again. Maya's body follows in the rhythm of Izana's hips, dragged over the sheet and the friction burns the skin of her back, yet she could only let out shuddery moans and whimpers in response when feeling something warm and wet spilling into her. Overstimulated and overwhelmed, Maya cried even harder this time. It felt good yet it hurt so bad.

Maya's consciousness almost slips away, blurry from exhaustion. "Take me, Maya," Izana allures, cheekbones glistening with sweat from the moonlit, using her name for the first time after a long time "Accept me, and you will be granted with everything you desire in this world."

"No," affirmative despite the shakiness in her voice.

Maya's eyes still burn with profound hurt and betrayal as they glare at him. Izana's face darkens, his aura wafting out of him in waves of death, instilling fear further inside Maya even in her subconsciousness. "Just take whatever that is given to you like a good girl."

At this, Maya is shocked, the phrase bringing back memories. Maya sees herself being alone as a child, the isolation from her peers as the whereabouts of her family circulated the town— the death of her father, her mother's suicide and Maya's own attempt. Growing up without friends and without any love— Chifuyu rejects her after taking her virginity, being betrayed by Mikey.

Only being able to take what was given to her and unable to ask for more.

Maya understands the whole point of this memory walk is to accentuate the very aspect that had shaped her into who she is now: lonely. Misunderstood. The unwanted child simply was taken away from her home and became a plaything for two eccentric monsters.

An unwanted starving stray dog that begged for love like it was food.

Maya cries, pressing balled-up fists to her eyes in hopes of stopping the rewind of her memories. It was stupid. Why was this happening now of all times? Why and how was Izana able to evoke such emotion in her? "That first night you joined Sunshine Grove, you were just there, in your scrubs and white coat with no safety precautions taken like the other doctors and nurses. I could have easily taken you, overturned you. Made you mine," Izana softly says. Maya feels his icy cold fingers stroking her cheeks, flicking away her tears. "Why did I go through all those troubles just to bring you here?"

It's like Izana is talking to himself rather than questioning her. How should she know? What's gotten him so fixated on Maya that he's willing to go to this length to be accepted? "I want you to want me," he whispers into her ear

"Don't you want to have someone with you, at all times? To be there for you no matter the situation?" Izana peels her hands away, and caresses her face with a gentleness void of the callousness and aggression from before, yet the tears trickle down Maya's cheeks like a river.

A solid proof of how affected she is still by her past, however, he even knows about any of it. "You won't ever have to be lonely. Ever again."

Izana sees right through her, sees the cracks in her armor that she's fought so hard to conceal. It's as if he knows the depths of her pain, the scars that mar her soul, and he's using them against her. "What do you want from me," Maya demands, lips wobbling because she can't take this anymore.

This heartache, the pain.

"I want you to surrender," he murmurs, his voice dripping with a sinister allure. "I want you to give yourself to me completely, body and soul. I want to possess you in every sense of the word."

"All of you," Izana says, truthfully, angrily as he whispers against her mouth, his breath hot against her skin, carrying the weight of his insatiable hunger "I want all of you."

So Maya succumbs.

Izana pushed back in. Gentler this time. He let Maya wrap her arms around him, crying into his neck, legs going around his middle. "How cute" he cooed, using one hand to caress her side

He leaned down and kissed her, tongue slipping into her mouth. This time it was softer. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips. "gonna make you feel so good Maya" he murmured, picking up the pace of his hips "my pretty little bunny"

His hands went up and down her body, pressing into bruises and making new ones. He suddenly drilled his hips into her again. Her nails scratched his back whimpering louder as the pressure in her body returned. "Will you be mine sweetheart?" He peppered kisses to her shoulders "I promise to take care of you"

"I'll be yours"

[END SCENE]

"Do you know how long you've been here?" Kakucho asks as he patches up the bloody bite mark on Maya's left shoulder

She's barely consious, not even mentally there in the room with him. Was it possible for someone to be such a mess after sex? Apparently yes. She doesn't even think she felt this way after sleeping with Chifuyu or after Mikey. Why is it that everytime after after Izana she feels like she's been through absolute hell? "U-Um..." Maya tries to think for a moment "2... 2 and a half weeks"

Maya wants to go to sleep but Kakucho wasn't letting her. "Wrong. You've been here for a month"

That wakes her up. "W-What?"

Maya's mind races as she struggles to comprehend Kakucho's words. A month? Had she truly been trapped in this nightmare for that long? The realization hits her like a physical blow, leaving her feeling disoriented and overwhelmed. "I-I don't understand..." Maya stammers, her voice trembling with disbelief. "How could it have been a month?"

Kakucho's expression is grim as he meets her gaze, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sympathy and unease. "Time flies when you're not having fun," he murmurs, his tone laced with bitterness. "You were out cold for most of it, thanks to the drugs Izana kept pumping into you... Izana and Mikey"

Maya's heart sinks at the revelation, a cold knot of dread settling in the pit of her stomach. The thought of losing entire chunks of time to Izana's cruel machinations and Mikey's obsession fills her with a sense of profound horror. How many moments had she missed? How much had she suffered while trapped in the depths of her drug-induced haze? As the weight of the truth sinks in, Maya's mind races with a million unanswered questions. How had she lost track of time so completely? A bout of hopelessness overcomes her. A month. She missed an entire 2 weeks. No she forgot two weeks. Her memory of it wasn't there. "Listen... I didn't ask Izana to spare you just so you can fuck Mikey and pretend everything is okay" Kakucho says bluntly

Maya's heart lurches at Kakucho's words, his blunt honesty cutting through the haze of confusion and despair that surrounds her. His words are like a cold splash of water, jolting her out of her stupor and forcing her to confront the harsh reality of her situation. "I-I didn't..." Maya stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never wanted any of this..."

But even as the words leave her lips, she knows they ring hollow. She had willingly offered herself up to Izana, believing his promises of protection and salvation. She had chosen to trust Mikey, to believe that he was different from the monsters that surrounded her. And now, faced with the consequences of her choices, Maya feels a crushing weight of guilt settle over her like a suffocating blanket. "I'm sorry..." she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm so sorry..."

Kakucho sighs as he puts the last piece of medical tape on the gauze, securing it to the wound. He buttons Izana's red silk shirt she was wearing back up and says "It's not me you should be apologizing to... It's yourself"

Maya's heart clenches at Kakucho's words, his gentle admonishment piercing through the fog of her self-pity. She knows he's right. She had been too quick to trust, too eager to believe in the possibility of salvation amidst the darkness that surrounded her. "Listen to me, Maya" Kakucho says lowly, barely above a whisper as if fearing someone else would hear him

He cups her cheeks and forces her to look at him. "I know you feel really fucking helpless and I shouldn't even be helping you right now but..." He pauses again and sighs " I know someone who got away from Mikey long ago and hasn't been caught since"

Kakucho stares at her. Bright blue eyes, pale skin, faint freckles, curly hair. Fucking hell they were almost the same. Almost. "He was weak as hell, couldn't fight for shit but he didn't ever give up..." Kakucho then laughs a little "You got fucking waterboarded and continued to try and run despite the consequences... If it hadn't been for the drugs I think you would have succeeded"

He's encouraging her but Maya doesn't know if she wants to trust him or not. After that whole betrayal with Mikey she feels... Wrong. But then again, she should have expected it from the leader of Tokyo Manjio Gang. Kakucho had been nothing but kind to her this entire time, patching up her wounds, helping her through her withdrawal and other things but... She felt hesitant. This could possibly be a ploy. Izana could have put Kakucho up to this. "If he can get away from Mikey unscathed then you can get away from them both" Kakucho tells her, his thumbs rubbing against her cheekbones "Mikey and Izana..."

Right now, Maya had no reason to trust Kakucho.

Not after everything she'd been through. Kakucho wouldn't help her escape. He wasn't going to betray Izana like that. Right now, he was just giving her encouragement for some reason— just because she reminded him of someone. Maya had no reason to trust him and she wouldn't.

She wasn't a fucking disney princess and Kakucho was far from a prince or a knight in shining armour.

Kakucho was knight of course, but not for her, but for Izana. His armour is dented with the blood of people he's killed for Izana and Maya will not make the mistake of trusting anyone else affiliated with the Tokyo Manji Gang ever again.

She'll escape all on her own—

—even if it entails her demise along the way...

notes: okay so I got all my info for the drug withdrawal care from here. How accurate it is, idk but it's reddit so 🤷‍♀️ none of the stuff I write I say is accurate, this is all merely for fun. according to my research, no one recovers that fast from addiction(special cases maybe). But yeah, just for fun so don't take any of this seriously.

Gatored is banned in Japan so I searched for an alternate which is Pocari Sweat which is drunk widely in Japan for the same purpose.

I really couldn’t get myself to write the smut detailed for very obvious reasons.

title of this chapter is from the song: i don't smoke by mitski

But hope you guys enjoyed this chapter

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