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OCs AS ENTITIES (the magnus archives)

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i. THE BURIED. weighted blankets. drowning. the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil & sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots. letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool. walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little. dragging the last second before you have to inhale. lonely subways. feeling like one with the earth. a layer of dirt on you. looking for something below. cardboard boxes & tiny pillow forts. hands calloused from digging. knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you. a storm drowning you out. dust & sand speaking to you.

ii. THE CORRUPTION. insects. a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans. an untreated wound. containment. breaching containment. unbreathable air. fungi. one with that you love. one with what loves you. a corpse unfit for a glass case. hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings & legs. honeycomb patterns. an ecosystem within a person. a curse passed on. the hubris of a scientist. an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief. parasites. something pushing up the sewer. a mask to keep something out. trypophobia. knowing you belong. death weeks after impact. fever. food that’s gone off. pandora’s box. death behind a glass.

iii. THE DARK. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves. the feel of cold marble. a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness & seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see. hiding under a blanket. white, clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight. pouring dark. unscrewing lightbulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night. time before light was created. a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to. withering plants. a world without a sun. footfalls in an empty house in the night. a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should. desperate reach for a flashlight. clothes that hide your shape. staying unperceivable. winter months in the north. an empty church.

*later on but yeah she knows a guy like that

iv. THE DESOLATION. senseless pain. warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire. heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for, gone so soon. the smell of gasoline. touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood. inescapably warm air. a child born in fire. death of a loved one. a candle without a flame. an altar in the middle of the woods. animals with burnt fur. plastic explosives. burning hot metal. sweating in an interrogation room. never touching a loved one. disfigurement. kiss that ruins you. the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer.* the agony of hellfire displayed as art. auburn hair. little clothing in cold weather. a ripple in the air. trying to cool down in vain.

v. THE FLESH. body horror. factories. a hunger for something more filling. never quite happy with how you look. the terror of an animal waiting for slaughter. a very good meal. the liquid of a perfect steak. fighting your worst survival instincts. a twisted bone. long nights working out. more than one heart. appearance that shapes like clay. a bag of bones. bone broth in a pot. knowing to fear pigs. the butcher’s shop. plastic surgery. something alien inside your body. a hunger in the gaze laid upon you. unwitting cannibalism. forgetting what you used to look like. being admired for your appearance & appearance only. teeth marks on skin. scars from wounds that should’ve killed you. cooking in scarcity. fenced in with one way to go.

vi. THE END. the last page of a book. nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares. a skeletal hand. the grip of the grim reaper around your throat. existential pain. ivory dice. flat-lining in a hospital. gambling with death. as old as the universe. soul & spirit tied to an object. a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the pleas of a dying one. knowing the fate of someone you know & being unable to prevent it. a thousand cords tugging you towards your end. skin that’s freezing to the touch. an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness. watching your own burial. causing your own burial. the smell of death. numbness to fear. words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe. multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii. THE EYE. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments.* the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports.** hidden libraries. eyes of different colors. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t look away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyeurism. police report you can’t put down.** reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

*not correct ones

**america’s sweetheart verse

viii. THE HUNT. sharp canines. sore calves after a run. the scent of blood. an adventure for the journey’s sake. the adrenaline right before the kill. a whistle’s echo. the woods. the doe eyes of a prey animal. your own breath in the air. sharpened claws. being tracked. fear of someone knowing your every movement. hunting down monsters. hide & seek. running away only to end up where you started. staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run. a set of footsteps behind you. blood dripping from bare hands. barks & growls. focused eyes. a victim going limp under your hands. a mouth full of fresh blood. catching the scent of something monstrous. perfecting your craft. peering into the dark & running after it.

ix. THE LONELY. an apartment too small for a double bed. completely vacant streets. waking up to see everyone gone. fog. point nemo. a house too big to hear your family members in. alone in a faceless crowd. a mask with nothing behind it. separated cubicles. a deafening silence where joy should be. a blinding spotlight. the least missed in your friend group. streets without lights in the windows. isolation. not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence. fear of crowds. staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you. a ship alone at sea. depression. knowing your friends are better off without you. talking to someone only to realize they’re gone. a family too large to notice you there. safety in being alone.

x. THE SLAUGHTER. a game of tag. senseless violence. a true crime hobby.* improvised weapons. blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery.* holding on to what validates your anger. history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers. a knife block on the counter. a pool of blood. shellshock. unspeakable horrors. anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster. an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs.* a weapons collection. not knowing the names of who you kill. too many to remember. loss of hope. there’s no heroes in war.

*america’s sweetheart verse

xi. THE SPIRAL. sleep deprivation. corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions. losing people. losing your sanity. corkscew curls. rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality. walking through the wrong door. delusions. not knowing what your hands are doing. blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions. a nameless thing. a place that has never existed. doubting your own mind. blind faith. losing track of names, labels, categories. distorted sound. an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time. a garish color. doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh. jokes & tricks. illusions. a doorway. a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles. doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xii. THE STRANGER. wax figures. a close approximation of a human face. a borrowed appearance. a strange smell. glass eyes. furs & pelts. a dance. a song of a choir. the uncanny valley. stitching yourself together. the colors of a circus. a puppet with no strings. mannequins. glitter & sequin. a stranger you’ve always known. someone strange in the place of someone you knew. stolen identities. stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity. the anonymity of a service worker. hiding in plain sight. uncomfortable to look at. a faked accent.* concealing. forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are. a replacement no one notices. images that look posed. the only one seeing the false face of someone.

*not faked, just exaggerated

xiii. THE VAST. open spaces. carnival rides going up & down. fear of heights. endless infinity around you. your insignificance in an universe. stomach turning at a drop. fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip. the sway of a cable car. an adventure holiday. losing track of where the surface is. miles & miles of nothing around you. staring at the sky & feeling like you may fall into it. loss of control. a fall that doesn’t end in death. glass floor to the view below. terminal velocity. the sound of wind in your ears. a reach over the railing. a jump from the top of the building. falling into nothing. feeling your feet let go of the ground. a leap of faith. motion sickness.

xiv. THE WEB. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings. power over the weak—willed. strings of fate. manipulation. an arranged accident. a hundred minions doing your bidding.* cobwebs. spiders. a laid trap. never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realizing it. red string across a corkboard. finding something lost where you were sure you checked. power over the unreliability of chance. watching others dance for you.* an entangled death. a thousand tiny legs & fangs. shady forum threads.* something important gone missing. suspiciously disregarded case.* a missing witness.* connections. the world wide web.* power of victimhood.* gullibility. no control over your own decisions. an invisible leash. mass psychology. a horror film in the making. scapegoat. never remembering to ask for a name.

*america’s sweetheart verse

+ THE EXTINCTION. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivors. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

#she’s giving desolation she’s giving hunt she’s giving slaughter #and a bit of spiral and a surprising amount of web (tho lot of that was america’s sweetheart specific)#anyways yeah. stabby joker edgelord + fire motif that’s her #oc: deputy jestiny ellen #might do for jenna later but...... if you see what time i post this no you don’t etc

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yourcutestnightmare · 4 years

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Hello, this is my first smut so please tell me some constructive criticisms :)

Warnings- smut, Daichi peepee, spanking, asphyxiation, daddy kink, plot twists

You scratch the wood chips off from the side of your desk as Mr.Takeda continues to ramble on about your homework.

School has been a spiral of stress for a while now and you're just waiting for your big break, aka going home to your online job. Things at home have felt like a big, for a lack of better words, “release” ever since you started this job. Things just don't seem to be getting better in your classes and it really put a toll on you as a person and how you've been acting. You feel lost in a spiral of emotions knowing that you could be doing more-

“(Y/N).” Mr,Takeda called for your attention with a look of slight annoyance across his features.

“Repeat everything I just told the class, please.”

Your ears turn red in embarrassment and you start mumbling something under your breath. A couple seconds of awkward silence pass and you know you're fucked.

“See me after class.” He says with a stern look before turning back to the rest of the class and finishing his long and quite frankly boring speech.

The class is dismissed and you stay behind, head in your hands, feet fidgeting in terror. Now you were always the least likely to get in trouble in that class. It just wasn't for you. The people that usually get in trouble are two girls and a group of three guys from volleyball.

Mr.Takeda talked to you about your focus in class to which you made a terrible excuse to, that he somehow bought. He dismissed you and you ran out the classroom and to the parking lot to look for your friend Kenma. His spot was empty so you got the hint that you took too long and started walking home until a car pulled up at your side. You started to walk faster and braced yourself to start running before the tinted window rolled down to show a boy from Mr.Takeda's class. His name is Daichi, you have only talked to him a couple times before but he was pretty nice for someone that looks kind of intimidating. You were merely acquaintances.

“Hey! I saw Kenma leave and I figured I'd give you a ride since you've had a hard day.” He holds his breath before saying more.

“I uh- I saw what happened in Mr.Takeda’s class so this passengers seat is all yours if you want to dodge this rain.”

You put your palm out and feel droplets of rain hit your skin so you nod at Daichi and he pushes the sleek black door open for you. You get in his car with little to no second thought and lay your bag at your feet.

“Thank you for the ride…” You say quietly as you put your hands down at your lap.

“It's no problem.” he says with one hand up to contest your statement. He moves into another lane with one hand as you sit in the passenger's seat quietly. The light turned red and he rested his large hand on the clutch and his quiet whistles filled the car as he tapped to the beat of the radio on the steering wheel. He turned to you and cut the awkwardness with a question.

“So uhh, where do you live?” He asked almost unfazed by your nervousness combating his intimidating stature.

“Right up here…” You replied before he drove into your street and turned at your every command until you got to your destination.

You got out of his car and walked to your front door sticking your key in and turning to see him wave goodbye with a genuine smile. “What a nice guy.“ You said dropping your bag to the floor and slipping your shoes off at the front door before skipping over to your room and opening your laptop. Loud male moans were heard as you rushed to close the tab to your favorite porn website. “You are so lucky I’m home alone right now.” You threaten at your laptop with a giggle.

Getting ready for work was always a long but fun process. These people would pay for you to wear anything at this point. You start changing into the first nude order of the night and take some half naked photos before finishing the rest. By the time you're done it's already about 12. You took a break and watched a show before getting a dm.

Sawachi1: Hello, I was wondering if you do private shows?

You scoffed and typed no before sending it and exiting out of the tab. You went back to your break before getting another dm 2 minutes later. You rolled your eyes and opened it to see a rather intimidating proposition.

Sawachi1: Look sweetheart, I'll pay any amount you want as long as it's not some crazy sum of money.

Your mouth watered at the thought of money with the pleasure of not having to show your face and getting off to someone so desperate to see your naked body. You hesitated before sending back a reply.

Username: Fine. Pay me now tho.

Sawachi1: That's not a problem, babygirl. How much do you want?

You felt butterflies in your stomach at the pet name as you replied the hefty number of 500 for half an hour. Within 3 minutes your bank account was 500 dollars fuller and your heart was pounding. You got ready for the private masturbation show and called your customer. He answered and was shown on screen in baggy athletic shorts and a large white shirt. You wondered what he looked like considering that the camera cut off at his pecs. The stranger got your heart pounding and he hasn't even spoken yet. You said hello and started complimenting him to get him bashful and easier to serve. He rubbed at his shoulder as he blushed while you found different things to compliment him on. You started turning the compliments sexual to which he clearly enjoyed.

“Look at you and your beautiful body, baby. I wonder how it would look on top of me~” You flirted. “Don't get shy now~” You whined with a giggle. “What do you want to be called?” You asked to which he replied, “Daddy..if that doesn't bother you.” His voice sounded oddly familiar but you continued on with the show. “Anything you want, daddy~” you flirted. “Attagirl~” he growled out slowly while starting to palm at his cock through his shorts. You started to strip for him and execute every command he gave you. It was thrilling being controlled by this attractive stranger. Being called pet names when he liked something you would do. He told you things you could only imagine in your wet dreams and would threaten to punish you if you even dared to touch yourself.

He watched as you suffered and he continued to grow in his shorts to almost no limit. He took his shirt off and you saw his abs, making your mouth water just thinking about the bigger picture.

“Sit up, babygirl.” He commanded. “Get on your knees and beg to see this cock and i'll think about giving it to you.”

You were wetter than ever before. Whos private show was this anymore? You sat on your knees and begged to see his cock. He laughed feeling a sense of power over you and told you how he would love to pound into your naked body as your pussy made noises you could never imagine. You rubbed your thighs together desperate for friction. He didn't like that one bit.

“Do you want to get spanked or what.” He said in a frustrated tone. “You have no idea how bad i want to fuck you senseless right now, princess. Wait until we meet up one day because you can't take this cock out of your mind, sweetheart~”

He pulled the waistband of his shorts over his member. His cock sprang up to his stomach and your jaw dropped open. That had to be 8 or 9 inches. He was able to talk it up and not disappoint and that was a big turn on. He started moving his large hand up and down his thick shaft before commanding you once more.

“You can touch yourself now, princess.” He allowed.

He got comfortable and moaned lightly at the feeling of precum oozing out of his swollen head. You leaned back to get in frame before accidentally kicking your webcam and showing your face. His movements stopped as he got a better look at you which entailed showing his face as well.

“(Y/N)?” He questioned in shock. “Wha- why? Why you? How does this even happen?!” He panicked and tucked his member back in his shorts. Your mouth hung open in shock and you hung up. “It’s two in the fucking morning and i just saw Daichi’s dick...on accident!” You registered still in shock. You tried to just go to sleep to no avail. How was school going to be tomorrow? What would you do? You obviously can't skip because you're already failing.

The next day came and you got ready for school, shaken up about the whole situation. The day went by pretty fast and before you knew it you were in Mr.Takeda’s class. You shook your leg with anxiety as you felt Daichi burning holes in the back of your head. He was oddly quiet today. Daichi was never someone to get into drama or relationship rumors and now that you know his night time habits, you have an idea as to why. You giggled at the thought and of course your teacher heard it.

“(Y/N), stay after class.”

Not again. You can't go through the same lecture for being out of it when there was so much on your mind. Maybe Daichi was right. His dick was very memorable indeed. The class was dismissed and you stayed in your seat. Daichi took his time leaving the class kind of sad that you didn't even look at him today considering how intimate you two were the night before but he knew it was for the best. The usual happened with Mr.Takeda and you rushed out of the class to Kenma’s parking spot to see it empty. Today was the worst day for that fucker to ditch you so he could go hang out with Kuroo. You started rushing down the sidewalk home hoping not to see Daichi. A car pulled up at your side and to no one's surprise it was Daichi the web horndog himself.

“(Y/N)! Get in the car please.” He begged.

You kept walking before he said something that pulled at your heartstrings.

“Come on, babygirl. You know I care about how you feel.” He admitted.

You stopped walking and turned towards his car heart racing.

“Please, let's talk about this. It doesn't have to be awkward.” He sighed.

You opened the car door and got in, in silence which lasted until he got to your house and parked in your driveway. You had no idea where to start.

“So...how was your day?” Daichi asks, trying to lighten the mood.

“Daichi.” You say seriously, scaring him a little.

“I'm sorry okay, i just don't want things to be awkward between us.” Daichi states.

“Why are you apologizing, I'm the one who accepted the offer anyway.” You counter.

“Well umm...can i have my money back?”

“Are you serious right now Daichi.”

“What! We never finished!” He protested.

“It's not about the money Daichi! You can have it back but what do i do?! I saw your dick!”

Daichi held back a laugh and decided to make a snarky comment.

“It's big isn't it…” He teased, trying not to laugh.

“I’m so fucking done.” You opened the car door and got out, Daichi following close behind.

“Come on (Y/N), it was a joke. I'm sorry for not taking this seriously.” He said as you unlocked your front door while he pleaded.You walked in and tried to close the door on Daichi but he stuck his foot in the open space. He looked at you with apologetic eyes and you decided to let him in. Daichi walked in your house and looked around as you rambled on about how crazy the situation was and how you were going to leave the country.

“Dude, shut the fuck up.” Daichi encouraged.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that!” You yelled stressfully. Suddenly everything went silent and Daichi was in front of your face. He wrapped a finger on the bottom of your chin and angled your head up so you were looking at him before dipping down to your ear.

“What are you going to do if i don't...babygirl~ “ He hissed.

That name did things to you that couldn't be explained. Your pupils dilated and your eyes got glossy. Daichi sat back on the couch and you straddled his lap. The noise of heavy breathing and a sloppy makeout session filled the room as you and Daichi unleashed everything pent up from the night before.

“Follow- me-” You panted, getting up and leading Daichi to your room by hand.

Once you got there he pushed you back onto the bed and took his shirt off, throwing it to the side. Daichi watched you pull your shirt over your head and started to unbuckle his belt. “Turn around, princess.” Daichi started to unhook your bra with his mouth and feel on your breasts from behind. “Are you ready, babygirl?” You moaned lightly and he wrapped his belt around your neck and pulled, making you jerk back into his chest with a loud gulp. “Does this feel good baby?” He asked while twisting his wrist and wrapping the excess belt into his hand so you could barely breathe. Daichi pushed your face into the mattress and roughly tore your pants down your legs before planting open mouthed kisses to your thighs. You moaned lightly and he smacked your ass leaving a handprint. Daichi hooked his fingers on your panties and practically ripped them off of your submissive and conforming figure. You stay in this position while Daichi studies your every shake and moan.

He found it ethereal how you couldn't handle him and he was only sitting back watching your body react to his presence. “Look at you~! I'm not even touching you and you can barely handle it sweetheart.” He groaned while pulling you to sit up by the belt's force around your red and sensitive neck. He licked a stripe from your exposed neck up to your jawline then turned you around so you were staring up at him while he palmed himself through his boxers, the thing you've been thinking about ever since the incident. Without noticing you licked your lips at the sight making Daichi let out a cocky laugh.

“Can't wait can you? Youre so fucking impatient babygirl.” He growled. “We have to do something to fix that bad habit of yours~” Before you could register what that entailed, Daichi pushed you into place on your knees in front of him and tapped the bottom of your jaw signaling for you to open your quite sopping mouth. “You're so beautiful, baby.” He let out with a guttural groan. He stuck his middle and index finger in your mouth and you began to suck on the digits much to his delight. You coated his fingers with saliva before he pulled his fingers out and pulled his cock out of his pants. Your face had needy written all over it as he pumped up and down his cock with one hand while he caressed your face with the other.

“Beg for it.” He commanded to which you obeyed with no question.

“Please Daichi~” you begged. He roughly grabbed a fistfull of your hair and pulled your head back so you were staring up at him.

“Who the fuck is Daichi.”

That question made you wetter than ever before knowing what he wanted you to call him.

“Daddy, please let me suck your cock!” You cried out with glossy eyes.

“Atta girl~”

Daichi finally gave you something to work with when he fully thrusted into your mouth, making you gag. You began bobbing your head before he pushed his cock into the hilt hitting the back of your throat making you gag. He pulled your head back and you two watched a string of saliva ,from the tip of his cock connected to your bottom lip, break. You whined at the action then Daichi gave you a cocky smirk. “Uh uh uh~ patience baby. This is a lesson after all.” He said with that smile you loved so much and a wag of his index finger. “Get up.” shuffling filled the room as you complied. “Turn around.” You continued to do as he said making him want to slam into you right then and there if it wasn't for the moral of the lesson he was teaching you about a second ago. He rubbed the tip of his thick cock through your soaked folds with a hiss, making you moan quietly. He struck your ass with a heavy hand making you groan in painful pleasure before sliding his cock into the thing he had craved so desperately.

He was slow and thorough at first making sure to feel every ridge of your heat. You two shared a plethora of moans and groans at the stretching of your walls that both of you so desperately yearned for. Getting ready to pound into you, Daichi pulled out with his cock standing at attention before he grabbed the belt at your neck. He got back in place and started to thrust as fast as he could, leaving you a moaning mess. You had your face buried in a pillow to quiet your moaning cries when he pulled at the belt making you arch your back. He laboriously worked at your aching pussy, making sure to fill you up completely. The belt got shorter and shorter forcing you to sit upright and ride his member while he spoke obscenities into your ear.

“Look at you, babygirl. You've had this cock on your mind for awhile now~.” He teased as you moaned breathlessly, still riding said cock. The pulling of the belt brought your body slapping into his at a fast pace when you began to come undone a little too early. You couldn't take it anymore and soon your slick covered his throbbing cock. He gave a hearty laugh now knowing what he could do to you as he flipped you on your back and wrapped the belt around his palm. Your eyes started watering due to the overload of pleasure before they trailed down the sides of your face urging Daichi to smirk in satisfaction. He continued to pound into you in this desirable position, making you reach a point of no return as your eyes rolled back and your mouth lay agape. Within a few more thrusts you came undone once more and he violently came inside you filling your aching pussy completely.

“Youre so fucking hot, babygirl~” He hissed as he pulled out slowly, watching cum drip out of your stretched center.

“I'm glad i found out it was you after all. I got all this in return~” He hummed while brushing strands of hair from your face. “You're gorgeous, you know that.” He mumbled laying on top of you while you tried to catch your breath, heart racing from the compliment just as much as the sex, you kissed Daichi on the lips with more emotion than you started out with. Did someone catch feelings? The most likely answer to that question was Daichi-

“Daichi~, Daichi are you okay?” Sugawara asked snapping him out of his daydream making Asahi giggle.

“Yeah I’m fine…” He replied, a hint of lost feelings in his voice.

“So uhhh, what were you thinking about?” Asked Asahi with a slight laugh, pointing at the tent in Daichi’s school uniform pants.

Daichi was red with embarrassment when Mr.Takeda stated something, getting the whole class's attention.

“(Y/N), stay after class.”

Well at least Daichi knew how this day was going to play out.

hehe thanks for reading :) ❤

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