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cherryflavoured7777 · 6 months

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Do you miss me, dear? [h.c]

Summary: Stuck at a graduation party, surrounded by memories of your past relationship and your own loneliness, your night takes an unexpected turn when you find yourself dialing the number of the one person you vowed you wouldn't contact.

Pairing: College!Hazel x College!Fem!Reader

Contains: smut 18+ only, explicit language, drinking, smoking, mutual pining, slightly toxic reader I think, fingering (r! receiving), oral(r! receiving), break-up/make-up sex, idiots in love, this one gets straight-up MUSHY I’m not gonna lie

Word count: 4.1k

a/n: I just need to say I am deeply obsessed with all of you who interacted with either of my last two fics. reading your comments/ replies seriously makes me SO happy you have no idea. Got me giggling and shit fr! I don’t know why my writing always ends up including partying and drinking but maybe it’s because I just graduated college and am having an existential post-grad crisis. Anyway 💀I hope you enjoy and thank you again for reading!!!

Also, this is inspired by this song by one of my favourite bands:

“I don’t know what I’m still doing here.” You say out loud to yourself, standing up from the musty green couch you were sitting on. An empty beer bottle falls from the cushion onto the ground, shattering into pieces beside your foot.

This party sucked. Pushing your way through the crowded, stuffy kitchen, you couldn't shake off the feeling of suffocation. Tipsy couples entangled in each other's arms seemed to be everywhere, a painful reminder of what you once had and lost. The memories of being that annoying person in love at a party flooded back, amplifying the ache of your loneliness.

The thumping music in your ears only made your head pound harder. Desperate for a breath of fresh air, you stumbled toward the door, ignoring the intoxicated laughter and clinking glasses that filled the air. As you stepped outside, the cool night breeze hit your face, offering a momentary rescue from the overwhelming atmosphere inside.

The darkness of the night sky above seemed to swallow you whole, but it felt strangely comforting. Leaning against the porch railing, you closed your eyes, trying to regain your composure. In the silence outside, you could hear distant laughter and the faint sound of music, muffled by the walls of the house.

You settled into a seat around a glass table, next to a guy you recognized from one of your classes. You exchanged a quick nod of acknowledgment before reaching into your purse, retrieving a box of cigarettes. Smoking was not a regular habit for you, but you reserved it for moments like these—after a few drinks and a growing sense of irritation.

You lit the end of the cigarette, watching it crackle, and took a long drag. As you exhaled the smoke, you tilted your head back, noticing the full moon glowing brightly above.

"Full moon tonight," the boy beside you remarked, his voice carrying a note of intrigue. "They say some crazy shit can happen on full moons."

You chuckled bitterly. "Yeah, well, that could explain why I'm stuck at this party right now."

He leaned back, studying you intently.

“I wish I could be an astronaut and get the fuck out of here.” You mused, gaze fixed on the bright glow of the moon. "I only came to this party because she said she would be here." Another drag of the cigarette punctuated your words.

"Who's she?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"My ex," you replied, trying to seem nonchalant. His gaze was fixed on you, "Hazel."

Until today, you hadn't spoken to Hazel in over three months, choosing to cut off all contact in an attempt to speed up the process of moving on. You're both surprised that you managed to endure the silence for so long, and disappointed that she hasn't made any effort to reach out, not even once.

That was until about six hours ago when you were sitting at a coffee shop on campus with your roommate, Brittany, studying for your upcoming statistics exam.

"Don't look now, but Hazel just walked in," she whispers, her tone hushed, and her eyes widening. "And she's with another girl."

Your heart plummeted into your stomach. You were seated with your back to the door, and you watched as they both approached the corner, heading in your direction.

"Brittany!" the blonde girl accompanying Hazel exclaims, leaving the three of you momentarily stunned.

Hazel follows a few steps behind, clearly taken aback by the encounter. She looked annoyingly hot, her disheveled brown hair, baggy white t-shirt and black jeans, adorned with her signature silver chains and rings. It takes all your strength not to stare.

"Hey, Amanda," Brittany replied, forcing a polite smile. "Hazel."

Hazel offers a nod in greeting to Brittany and then to you. You feel like a middle-schooler again, awkward and unsure of how to act around your crush.

"Did you manage to finish that paper for Professor Sharpe's class?" the girl asked.

As Brittany carries on the conversation with Amanda, you can feel Hazel's gaze on you, catching her eyes occasionally.

You never anticipated the aftermath of your breakup with Hazel to be this awkward. All those nights spent tangled up together, where you both believed you could read each other's minds, now reduced to this.

"So, Hazel, are you going to Emma’s graduation party tonight? All of us are going," Brittany chimed in, attempting to steer the conversation away from the obvious tension.

Hazel smiled sheepishly, replying, "Yeah, I’m going."

"Cool," Brittany replied, her smile masking the underlying awkwardness in the air.

A beat of uncomfortable silence hung between you all.

"Will you be there?" Hazel asked breaking the silence, turning toward you, her voice almost hesitant.

"Yeah, I'll be there," you said, mustering a small smile. "Wouldn’t want to miss it."

Hazel smiled, "Cool," she said, her voice soft, "I'll see you there then."

Just as the atmosphere began to ease, Amanda abruptly intervened, her grip firm on Hazel's hand. "Hazel, let’s go, I forgot something in my car," Amanda said, her tone strangely possessive, and she dragged Hazel away before you could utter another word.

This breadcrumb of information has led you here. You spent the first fifteen minutes at the party searching for her like a lost puppy. When you couldn't find her, you contemplated leaving but opted to drown your thoughts with tequila shots instead. Now, you're clinging to any scrap of attention you can find, desperately trying to purge her from your mind.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the male voice beside you. "D’you have a light?" he asked, his cigarette aimed in your direction. You stare at him for a moment, deadpan, still frozen in your thoughts from the events that unfolded earlier today.

"Fuck it," you muttered under your breath, reaching for your phone. You’re calling her.

“You’re soaked,” Hazel says as you climb into the front seat of her car, her tone a mix of concern and annoyance. “Seriously, you’re getting mud all over the floor of my car.” While you were waiting for Hazel to pick you up from the party, It started raining, you thought enduring it outside would be better than being stuffed in that small house full of people you didn't even really know.

“You lied.” You retort back.

“What?”

“You said you were coming to the party.”

“Yeah well, my plans changed. Put your seatbelt on.” As she shifted the car into reverse, she placed her hand on your seat to steady herself. With a quick glance over your shoulder, she backed out of the driveway in one brisk movement.

You attempted to keep your composure, trying not to make it entirely obvious that you were basically drooling over how hot she looked doing that.

“I can tell that there’s someone else,” You say after a few moments of silence, trying to disguise your jealousy with innocent curiosity. “Come on, tell me,” You finally click your seatbelt into place. “I can take it well.”

"Oh, I know you can," she replied, shooting you a smug look, trying to divert this conversation from getting too deep right now.

“Hazel.” You groan at her dumb attempt at an innuendo, throwing your head backward and hitting the headrest. “Just be honest. Is it the girl from the coffee shop earlier? Or what about the girl Isabel saw you with last week at the library? Or both? Who am I kidding, there’s probably even more than that.”

“Do you have like, personal spies assigned to watch over me?”

You don’t respond right away, deciding to avoid her questions like she’s avoiding yours. You crank the window open and throw your head out. The spring wind cool on your face.

“God, you’re so annoying sometimes.”

She’s quiet for a moment.

Look, I know I wasn't where I said I'd be, but I was busy, doing stuff," she replied defensively.

"Yeah," you scoffed, your words tinged with a hint of anger. "I'm sure you were."

You sit the next few minutes in silence, wondering if this whole thing was a bad idea. You couldn't pinpoint why you had called her in the first place. The intensity of seeing her earlier mixed with the disappointment of the lackluster party had left you missing her, even though you weren't entirely sure why.

"So, where am I taking you?" Hazel asked, her gaze shifting from the road to you. Strands of her brown hair were tousled by the wind.

Your buzz had faded, and with it, your initial courage waned. Swallowing hard, you hesitated before speaking. "Can I sleep at yours? Not— not like that," you hurriedly clarified, feeling a sudden need to explain. "It's just that Brittany has her new boyfriend over, and I could go back there, but I don’t really want to."

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.”

After a moment, Hazel hesitantly rested her hand on your thigh, both of you aware of the significance of the touch, even if neither acknowledged it. Her fingers gave a gentle squeeze, the subtle pressure made your tummy flip. Beneath the surface, an unspoken understanding lingered, hinting that this night might entail more than just a ride home.

Hazel's apartment is full of brown moving boxes, an aching reminder of why you broke up in the first place.

“Wow, this place is pretty much all packed up.” You say, slowly walking through the place, eventually landing at the doorway into her bedroom.

She nods in response, her face reflecting a mixture of anticipation and sadness, settling down at the end of her bed.

"So, when do you leave?" The question weighed heavily on your heart as you voiced it. You wished you didn't have to ask these questions, yearning for a time when you were part of her plans, not just a spectator.

“Two weeks. My Aunt is gonna meet me at JFK and help me move into my new place.”

You sighed, feeling brave, "I wish I had the date circled on my calendar, helping you move, or going with you." You say the last part quiet, mostly to yourself.

The conversation lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.

You walked over to her dresser, where a mirror was propped up, decorated with photos of you two from a photobooth, still clinging to the glass. Your heart swelled with mixed emotions.

Hazel says your name, breaking you from your trance.

“Come here,” she says.

You walk over slowly, standing between her legs. Your hands rest on her shoulders and you take a deep breath.

With both of your gazes locked, her hands came up behind your thighs, gently grabbing them and pulling them on either side of her one by one so you’re straddling her. Her hand comes up to brush a piece of hair from your face.

“You’re so beautiful, baby” Her voice is barely a whisper as she stares up at you, her eyes practically shimmering with your reflection, Her hands settle on your waist, the warmth of her touch sending a pang of guilt through you. This breakup was unlike any you'd experienced before, and the raw emotions lingered, making you hesitate for a moment.

Your hands move up to cradle her face, your thumb dragging on her bottom lip. Still maintaining intense eye contact, you slowly slip your finger into her mouth, watching her with a mix of awe and longing.

The silence as you stare at each other is anything but awkward. It was charged with the weight of shared mourning, each of you navigating the complexity of a relationship's end.

You removed your finger, and in response, she grabbed your head gently, guiding it down towards her face, her eyes locked onto yours. Your lips barely grazed each other, and you wouldn’t be surprised if she could hear your rapid heartbeat. Hazel kissed you slowly at first, the touch of her lips sending a rush through your entire body. It quickly escalated, and there was a certain neediness to the way you both kissed, scared it could be the last time.

"Missed you," She whispered against your lips. Your mouths slid together, tongues pressing and exploring. The intensity of the kiss speaks volumes, like you were making up for lost time. Her lips found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of hot, lingering kisses, setting your body on fire.

“Fuck, Hazel.” It was almost embarrassing how quickly you melted beneath her touch. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” You say, your voice strained, a soft moan escaping your lips. You very much wanted to be doing this, you just thought you should at least try to seem like you had stronger breakup morals than you did. Her hands found the curve of your ass, and you instinctively started to rock your hips slowly back and forth, seeking some much-needed friction.

"Do you want me to stop? Say the word, and I'll stop, pretty girl," she murmured against your neck, her open-mouthed kisses and gentle suction on your pulse point sending shivers down your spine. You didn't reply with words, but your fingers found her hair, silently urging her to continue. "I need an answer, babygirl,"

"Don't stop," you breathed, your voice catching in your throat. "Please, don't stop." Your hips still lazily moving on her. Her mouth was back on yours, deepening the kiss as she guided you both down, her hands roaming over the back of your legs and your ass. She tugged at the hem of your shirt, helping you out of it and leaving you in your black lace bra.

"So fucking perfect. Missed you so fucking much," she confessed,

"I missed you too, Haze, every day," you whined,

"You ever think about me? she asked, breathless. "About this?" she continued

You nodded, your breath hitching as you confessed, "All the time. Couldn't stop thinking about you, your hands, your mouth."

Her eyes darken as you sit up and effortlessly unhook your bra, leaning back down, your lips finding their way to her collarbone, marking a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. Your hands slowly creep their way up under her shirt, seeking permission. She nods, a silent affirmation, and you gently peel her shirt off over her head. Your stomach flips as you feel her arms effortlessly turn both of you over, trading places, landing on your back as she hovers over you. Her silver chain dangling above your face. It felt like your first time all over again, you felt a sense of shyness creeping over you under her gaze. Anticipation and excitement blooming in your chest.

“Fuck, look at you.” She says. The way she’s studying you makes you feel like the most beautiful thing to ever exist, as if every curve of your body is a masterpiece deserving of praise. Unable to contain your impatience, you pull her head down to meet your lips, your hips instinctively bucking up, frustration showing in the heated moment. Her fingers start to trail downwards under your skirt, meeting your clothed cunt. “You want me to fuck you? Hm?” She whispers in your ear, “Is that what you want baby?” She taunts, her fingers slowly grazing over your underwear.

You nod vigorously, your enthusiasm evident. She responds by sucking on your neck again, sending shivers down your spine, your face flushed with heat. Your hands instinctively tug at her hair.

“Yes, Haze, please, fuck.” You arch your neck, pressing it firmly into the softness of the pillow beneath, a small gasp escaping your lips as you surrender to the moment. “Want your fingers inside of me.”

She makes a noise of desperation, her warm breath fanning over your face. “Gonna make you feel so good baby” She moves your underwear to the side, running her fingers through your slick folds. You gasp and she groans. “Wanna make it up to you.”

She tugs at the waistband of your skirt. You lift your hips as she guides it down along with your underwear. Hazel curses under her breath, “You’re so wet, it’s so fucking hot.” She plants kisses all over your chest, each one feeling like it could set you on fire.

She slowly fucks you with her middle finger, the touch leaving you reeling. She adds her ring finger, her free hand snaking under your neck. Her fingers gently grab the side of your face while she fucks you, slightly tugging and grazing them against your parted lips. It's an intimate gesture, conveying both tenderness and desire.

Your hips buck up to meet her fingers. “Holy fuck” you groan as she pumps them faster into you. “Like that,” your voice is completely shot. Your entire body fizzed from the contact. You gently bite down on her fingers near your mouth while she places kisses all over your cheeks and your lips. Your head spun with thoughts of her - her mouth, her hair, her scent, Hazel was everywhere, all-encompassing.

“Fuck, you’re so good” She half slurs, her voice wrecked, pupils blown and her lips parted. “So good for me.” She whispers, keeping her pace, dragging her digits through the wetness at your core.

Her mouth makes its way down your body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses until she’s on her stomach between your thighs. Pumping faster, her lips suck at your clit. Her other hand presses down on your abdomen, holding you in place. You cup your aching tits, feeling them move with every motion she makes.

“Hazel,” you whine, “Haze, I-” Her fingers pick up the pace, curling inside of you. You tread your fingers through her hair, tugging slightly, the coil in your tummy growing tighter and tighter.

“I know, honey, I know,” She says in response to your moans. “You sound so pretty baby, missed those sounds so much.” She keeps babbling, telling you how good you are and how pretty you look for her.

“Fuck, don’t stop” you moan as she continues fucking you with her mouth and fingers, her pace alternating between teasing and fast, pushing you toward the edge. The contrast in her movements intensifies the pleasure, almost giving you want you want but flaking at the last moment, it’s torture.

“Shit, you’re almost there sweetheart” Hazel swears under her breath, voice laced with her own arousal. Her words drive you closer to the edge. You swear you can see stars as the overwhelming feeling shocks through your body. Your heart rate picks up immensley, pounding in your chest.

“Gonna come for me baby, yeah?” “Want you to come all over these fingers.”

And you did. Your body clenches around her fingers, trembling, moans and curses spilling from your lips. Your eyes form with tears from the overstimulation. Her face landed in the crook of your neck, planting sloppy kisses and whispering reassurances as she guides you through the climax.

“Good girl, that’s it, honey. That’s it,” she murmurs.

Her fingers still slowly pumping in and out of you, riding out your high.

“Holy shit," you say once you've caught your breath. "Haze, c'mere." She lifts her head back up and you yank her face down to yours, tasting yourself on her lips as she lets out a soft moan. When you eventually pull away, both breathless, you lock eyes before bursting into disbelieving laughter.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” You whisper.

"I can," she says smugly. You playfully shove her before she collapses beside you. Both of you lie face to face, studying each other's features, committing them to memory, afraid you might forget what they look like. Her hand rests on your waist, mindlessly grazing up and down.

"What's the real reason you didn't come to the party? You ask. Were you with someone else?" Hazel shakes her head.

She pauses before speaking, "I thought if there was any chance of you being there, that I was gonna walk in and maybe see you with someone else. There was no way I could've handled that. I've been distracting myself with other girls, yeah, but..." Her voice trails off. "You have no idea how in love with you I still am." Her voice cracking with emotion. You can see a tear forming in Hazel’s eye, glimmering in the low light of the room.

“Hazel..” Your own voice slightly breaking. You reach out and drag your thumb delicately against her cheek, wiping the stray tear away. Your heart is breaking with a mixture of guilt and longing for the girl lying beside you.

“I still play pretend, in my head.” She whispers.

You smile, your hand resting on her neck, giving it a gentle squeeze, a signal of encouragement for her to keep going.

“I picture us, living together in our apartment in the city.”

Hazel was moving to New York City to work for her aunt after graduation. The reason you broke up, neither of you wanting to do long distance.

“Waking up next to you everyday, cooking you breakfast, fucking you on the countertop for hours” You both laugh at that. “Ever since I met you, I’ve always pictured you just being there. And these past few months…”

“Absolute hell.” You finish for her.

“Absolute hell.” She agrees.

You take her hand and squeeze it, a silent form of reassurance.

She shifts slightly and hovers over you again, brushing your damp hair off your forehead with her hand, and scans your face. “I don’t want this to end” she whispers.

You wish you could capture this moment, tuck it away, and replay it whenever you wanted. You’ve been waiting for her to say these exact words for the past three months, you just never thought it would happen. The reason for your break-up still heavily taunts the back of your mind.

“I love you” you reply, your voice barely a whisper. Taking her face in your hand and capturing her in another kiss. She kisses you sweetly and desperately.

You pull away, gently coaxing her back towards you, and cuddle her into your chest, assuming the role of the big spoon.

She nestles into your arms, finding comfort in the warmth of your body. With a soft sigh, she murmurs, "I wish we had more time.”

You tighten your hold around her, "We'll figure something out, I promise," you whisper, though you aren’t even sure of the reality of your own words. You choose to let go of the uncertainties, preferring to revel in the present moment. She looks back at you, and you kiss her forehead, a silent promise to cherish what you have, even if time feels fleeting.

“God damn full moon.” You mutter to yourself, remembering your earlier conversation at the party.

“What?” She asks.

“Nothing.” You say. “Don’t worry about it.” You kiss her shoulder, settling into the softness of the moment.

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obey-me-disaster · 1 year

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The demon brothers in maid dresses with an MC that likes it a bit too much

A/N: This is super self indulgent post I won't lie. I am having a horrible writer's block so I needed to get this out of my system.

Demon brothers x gn!MC

!!Slightly suggestive but nothing explicit happens!!

Lucifer

It was a curse set up by the Anti Lucifer League. When he put on his usual attire it transformed into a full blown maid dress with thigh highs that he couldn't take off.

Refused to get out of his room until the curse wore off. He made sure that there were no cameras anywhere near him.

You are the only one he lets in, but warns you that if you laugh he is throwing you out. Needless to say you are over the moon.

While he is annoyed about the curse he can't deny the fact that he likes the way you look at him.

There was one scene in season 3 where MC made Lucifer sit on their lap and he really liked it (his intimacy bar went up). Do that to him.

If you want to try to do anything with him while he is in that dress you'll have to take lead. He has a hard time saying no to you so he will most likely go with whatever you want after a while. But makes you swear you won't tell anyone.

After the curse is over he goes straight to Satan and Belphegor to punish them. Mammon too since he tried to take pictures in order to sell them.

The only reason he won't try to drink demonus until he forgets this whole is because of you. becauseofhowwellyoufuckedhim

You probably won't see him like that ever again tho

Mammon

He lost a bet to Asmo when they went to a party. He tried to win some money but it just ended up with him wearing that cursed maid outfit.

He goes to hide into your room. Why? Because you're his human so this is your problem too. Unknown to him, this was more of a blessing to you.

You were doing your own thing when he bursts into your room, locks the door and starts to complain about the stupid bet.

You probably didn't pay too much attention to what he was saying, more focused on the way the dress would ride up his thighs. The outfit was chosen by Asmo, so it was pretty revealing.

He was about to tell you off for not paying attention to what he was saying but stopped when he saw that way you were looking him.

He tries to play it off, hoping you wouldn't notice the shift in his mood or the way his whole face heat up.

Good thing the door is locked. Because that act is not gonna last long. The maid dress is not comming off either, it looked too good on him.

If you asked him enough times he might wear the maid outfit again. But that's because he is your first man and he doesn't want you to go to one of his brothers for that.

Leviathan

He was trying on a maid dress for a future cosplay when you entered his room without knocking.

You kind of stared at each other for a few minutes. Levi was thinking if calling Lotan would get him out of the situation while you were busy admiring how he looked in the maid outfit.

He snapped out of thoughts when he realized you took a picture of him. You had to calm him down and explain that you just like how he looks and you're not trying to make fun of him.

Tries to go on with working on his cosplay while you hang out in his room but can't really focus. Not only are you constantly checking him out, but this whole situation reminds him of an anime hentai

Just thinking about that scene and what happened between the protagonist and the love interest made him blush. The fact that you were acting just like the love interest did not help at all.

It's up to you to ask him what got him blushing so much. He tries to deny it at first but it was obvious he was lying.

He was already preparing for you to be disgusted and leave the room but instead you told him to continue

Chances are he may need to get a new maid dress for his cosplay.

Satan

He had to test how the curse for Lucifer would work, unfortunately it backfired to him. Now he was stuck in a maid dress with cat ears and tail.

You would think the cat ears and tail would make him happy at least but not really.(I think there was a chat where he said he doesn't like the idea of cat maids).

He locked himself in the room until he figured a way to get rid of the curse. No need for his brothers to see him like that and for Lucifer to find out about the future prank.

He texted you to come into his room to help him figure out a way to get rid of the curse. Yes, you knew Lucifer would get pranked into wearing a maid dress. No, you didn't tell him at all.

You did not help at all. He started to get frustrated with you since he thought you were just laughing at him. He decided to observe you more before confronting you and that's when he realized you may have a thing for him in that damn dress.

It was clear you had no intention of helping and he didn't really have the heart to tell you to leave either so he decided to let you indulge a bit. In the name of finding out more about the curse of course.

After the curse finally wears off, to your dissapointment, he nearly didn't want to use the curse with Belphie on Lucifer. He didn't even want to think what you would do with Lucifer if you saw him in that dress.

Asmodeus

He was going through some old outfits when he found the maid dress and decided to try it on. He didn't really remember where he got it from, it was probably a gift given by one of his fans.

The moment he tried it on he immediately called you into his room to see how good he looked.

Friendly reminder to everyone, he can feel when people are attracted to him. It's confirmed somewhere in season 2. He knew you were into this shit in less than a minute.

To his credit, his intentions were pure when he invited you into his room. Things changed he sensed your attraction to him in that attire. Even without his power, it was still obvious from the way your eyes were following him.

Tries to drop subtle hints at first. Yes he knows you really like how he looks in a maid dress, but that doesn't mean you want to do anything with him at the moment.

If you seem like you want to take things further, which you most likely want to, he will keep going. Might as well put that maid dress to good use.

Will drop hints to his brothers about your preference. In the name of helping them, of course.

After that he will try on different outfits to see if he can get the same reaction out of you again.

Beelzebub

He lost a bet to Asmo and had to wear the maid dress. He was not as bothered by the dress but by the fact that he missed on a free meal from losing the bet.

He was not planning on going out of the house for that day , so the curse didn't affect him that much.

You found him in the kitchen, emptying out the fridge. Since it was too late to stop him at the point you decided to join him and have a snack.

He felt a bit embarrasses at first but quickly got over it when he saw you didn't make fun of him.

He was too focused on eating and making conversation with you to notice the way your eyes wondered around his body. It wasn't a revealing dress by any means, but it was a bit too small for him, making it seem like it would tear at any second.

It didn't help that he decided to use the dress as a napkin. So whenever he would wipe his mouth, he would lift the dress, giving you a full view of his thighs.

In the end the maid dress got to dirty for Beel to keep on wearing it so you offered to wash it for him.

Any sadness from the fact that Beel had to change was quickly overshadowed by the fact that he stripped in front of you without a care in the world. Yeah he did have a blush on his face but it wasn't the first time you saw him like that, so to Beel it was no big deal.

Not wearing the maid dress anymore didn't seem like such a sad thing now...

Belphegor

The curse he tried to put on Lucifer backfired and now he was the one in a maid dress. At least it was comfortable enough to sleep in.

He decided to just sleep the curse away, and what better place is there to sleep than next to you?

When you got a text from to go into his room, you weren't exactly expecting to see him in a maid dress, but you weren't about to complain.

His original plan was only to take a nap with you, but the little shit caught on the fact that you may like him in that dress, so he decided to put it to test.

He tried a bunch of weird 'sleep positions' where he was practically all over you, trying to get a reaction out of you.

After a while he got enough of teasing you and saying that you watched too many of Levi's animes

After all that moving around and teasing you he was not tired anymore. In fact, he made you take responsability for him not being able to sleep properly anymore. It's up to you to decide what you want to do from then on.

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 2 months

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Just a thought I had with JJBA but here it is

Yandere Little Red Riding Hood JJBA AU

Bruno is the Hunter, Risotto or Diavolo who is the Big Bad Werewolf and Reader is little Red Riding Hood who’s off to take care of her sweet boyfriend Doppio, who came down with a fever? (It’s not a cold, he’s in heat)

I really, really love your JJBA Fantasy AUs (I always read them when I get that wonderful JJBA itch that needs to be scratched)

Aww thank you I'm so glad you love the aus.

But you tried making me choose who was gonna be the big bad wolf. And guess what?

I chose both.

I don't really know how to end this, maybe three separate endings? Rn I wanna see what you think (anon if you want a say send me a msg or another ask)

Out too late (yandere Doppio/Diavolo, Risotto and Bruno X female reader)

Warning: attempted noncon

You looked up at the evening sky to see the clouds that had drenched the earth in rain fade. You had waited all day for the rain to stop so you could make your way deep into the woods to your beloved Doppio's home.

He'd sent you a letter the other day. Writing about how he was ill and that it was not best you come til he was well again.

Yes, better judgment would agree but you could only imagine how horrible he felt stuck alone in that cottage by himself. So you had spent the morning preparing him food. Even if he refused to have you over that way you'd know he would have the food to help him recover.

So you put on your hood, grabbed the basket of food, and headed out the door. You didn't worry about the dimming sky as you knew the trail and the full moon would light your way home if you were out too late.

You followed the dirt path into the woods as you had many times before, however, you stopped as you noticed a beautiful patch of flowers just a little off the path. Surely Doppio would appreciate them you thought as you stepped into the tall grass and made your way to them.

You began to pick them until the snap of a twig caught your attention. You turned your head to see Bruno, the local hunter. You knew him fairly well but that wasn't hard in a village like the one you lived in.

“(Y/n) What brings you out in the woods this late?” He asked you with concern in his voice.

“I'm off to deliver some food to Doppio, he's been unwell for the past few days” you explained.

“Then you should make haste, the full moon brings the worst of creatures out at night” he warned.

“I'll be fine” you assured him as you stood back up and made your way back to the path.

“Wait!” He yelled as he ran towards you.

“What?” You asked.

“Here, take this. If anything happens don't hesitate to use it” he said as he pulled out a small hunting dagger.

“And stay on the path, I just laid the rabbit traps” he warned.

“Thank you but I doubt I'll need it,” you told him.

“Just take it, if anything were to happen to you I'd only have myself to blame,” he told you as he put the dagger in your hand.

“Alright,” you sighed.

“Thank you” he thanked you before you both left your separate ways

At this point, the orange sky was apparent even in the thick forest.

You put the dagger and flowers in the basket. And made a sprint down the path. It was getting darker a lot quicker than you anticipated.

You ran deeper and deeper into the forest. So caught up in the hurry you hadn't noticed the person in front of you until you crashed into them. The impact caused you to fall to the ground while they remained unfazed.

“I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there” you apologized to them as you looked into the back to make sure everything inside was fine. Then you looked up to who you'd bumped into and your heart nearly gave out.

He was tall and broad with white hair and eyes you'd never seen before, red irises, and black sclera staring intensely at you.

“You answer my questions and I'll let you go” he coldly demanded.

“I doubt I know anything about whatever it is you're after,” you told him.

“I know you know something, I can smell it” he snarled. You crawled back but he only moved closer til your back was against a tree.

“Where's your partner?” He asked with grit teeth.

“Why do you want to know?” You retorted.

“He's caused me nothing but trouble lately, always getting in the way of my hunts. I haven't been able to see him but I know his scent and you're covered in it” he explained as he leaned down a little, pretty much caging you between him and the tree.

“You've got the wrong person, my partner doesn't hunt. He wouldn't hurt a fly” you tried to reason with him.

“You clearly don't know him well enough if you believe that” he snarkily replied.

He had a look in his eye that you didn't like. Like a wolf eyeing down its prey before the final blow.

“Actually… what would he do if something were to happen to you?” He continued.

This situation was getting worse by the second. You had to get away from him.

“I don't know anything, I'll give you money just please let me go” you plead as you reach into the basket for the knife Bruno had given you. You felt so stupid for insisting you'd be alright.

“I don't need money, perhaps you'd-” he was quickly cut off as you plunged the knife into his thigh. He didn't react. Instead, he pulled the knife out, wiped his blood off it on his pants, and put it back in your hand.

“Go home now, if you're still here at night you'll get killed,” he told you as he stepped away.

You quickly stood up and darted towards Doppio's house as it was probably too late to get to yours in time. Whoever that man was he was clearly not to be messed with but you wondered about his whole smell deal. There was no possible way he could have that strong of a sense of smell. Was he just lying to get the answer he wanted out of you?

You looked back to see if he'd followed you but it seems he hadn't. So you continued your way towards Doppio's house.

Once you arrived you knocked on the door but didn't get a response. You turned the door handle and it wasn't locked so you let yourself inside and put the basket on the dining table before heading towards his room.

“Doppio, it's me (Y/n). I know you told me not to come but I thought I'd at least bring you something to eat.

“(Y/n), you came?” A voice deep and strained spoke.

“Doppio you're voice, it sounds so hoarse” you commented.

“Yes I know… my throat is so raw… and swollen” he replied. You could hear his labored breathing as he spoke.

“And you sound out of breath, have you been resting?” You remarked.

“Yes I have been resting… but it feels like there's an anvil on my chest” he replied.

“That's horrible, I'm glad I came with food. You're probably struggling to do anything right now” you told him.

“Do you want me to bring you the soup I made? You've probably got two servings in the jar I brought” you asked.

“Yes… but first I want to see you” he said.

Feeling bad for him, you opened his bedroom door. You walked and couldn't see anything.

“Doppio it's so dark in here,” you remarked as you tried to make your way to his bedside in the darkness.

“My eyes have been hurting… so I closed the curtains” he explained.

“I'll open them now if you don't mind?” You said but then you were pushed onto the bed. Forced to lay on your stomach as a large hand? (It didn't feel exactly like one) pushed you down. This wasn't Doppio.

“Hey, what's the meaning of this? Let me go!” You screamed.

“aww so you're what Doppio's been trying to hide from me?” the same voice you'd assumed was Doppio's said.

“Who are you and what did you do to Doppio?” You demanded an answer from them.

“You don't have to worry your pretty head about Doppio, he's fine” they responded.

“And my name is Diavolo” he continued. You could feel their saliva dripping onto the back of your neck.

You attempted to thrash out of his grip before he pushed you further into the mattress. His free hand grabbed your wrist. It wasn't a hand, or a human at least it had padding and fur like an animal's.

“Let me go” you begged.

“Unfortunately I can't let that happen… you so happened to come right during mating season for us werewolves” he explained.

“You're lucky that the other one didn't take advantage of you earlier,” he commented.

Werewolves! You had scoffed at such a claim but it was undeniable now. You trashed again this time managing to escape. You bolted straight to the door. You turned back to see the brownish-pink werewolf chasing behind.

You opened the door threading to tear it off the hinges. Your blood went cold as you saw another werewolf at the door. Its fur is a snowy white. You noticed the wound in its thigh. Dear God, it was the man from earlier. You screamed and tried to find another exit but there wasn't.

You were trapped here with two werewolves right in the middle of their mating season. You were quickly snatched by Diavolo and held close. You cringed at the feeling of his erection pressed up your back but were too scared to even move.

“I'm ending this now, you've alluded me for far too long” the white werewolf spoke with a hiss.

“You really think you can beat me, you're lucky that you haven't died yet” Diavolo responded before he noticed the wound on his thigh.

“Aww did my little mate do that to you?” He mocked as he held the side of your head, his palm was as big as your head.

“Let go of me, I'm not your mate” you whined as you struggled. The white werewolf snarled in response as he charged forward.

You screamed once more as Diavolo dropped you and attacked. The two dug their claws and teeth into each other as they wrestled.

You watched them carefully. Waiting for a chance you could safely run to the door. They rolled into the kitchen, breaking the table in the process. You took your chance and sprinted towards the door only for one of them to grab your ankle, claws digging into you painfully. You fell to the ground, feeling the shock of the impact in your arms that had tried to break the fall. You screamed out in pain before turning back.

“Where do you think you're going?” The white werewolf growled as he dragged you closer. You realized that Diavolo had stopped attacking him.

“Let go of me!” You yelled as you tried to get him to let go.

Diavolo grabbed your arm and they pulled you back inside. Clearly you were a bigger priority than their feud.

“Please let me go” you pleaded. You were shaking at the thought of what they would do to you.

Then you were deafened by a gunshot, then a second as the werewolves fell back. You stood under and tried to leave only to bump into someone. You looked up to see Bruno who quickly wrapped his arm around you and yelled something. You couldn't hear him through the ringing in your ear.

He then took your hand and you ran with him. When the ring stopped you spoke.

“I'm sorry for disregarding your warning,” you told him.

“I don't think either of us were expecting to encounter werewolves” he replied.

“What were you even doing out this late?” You asked.

“I was checking the rabbit traps, then I heard screaming and that's how I found you” he explained.

You two ran until you arrived back at his home. He quickly sat you down before grabbing some alcohol and a cloth to clean the wound left on your leg.

“Again I have to thank you for saving me, if you hadn't killed them who knows what they would have done to me,” you said.

“I didn't kill them, only incapacitated them. The only way to kill them is to use silver” he explained as he began to dab the wet cloth on your wound, causing you to his in pain

“How did you even manage to live for as long as you did? They could have torn you apart in seconds” he asked. A shiver went down your spine as you remembered what Diavolo said.

“One of them… they mentioned this was werewolf mating season” his head shot up with a look of horror on his face.

“Oh no… “ he stood up, leaving the cloth hanging on your leg as he made his way to his bookshelf. He grabbed out a book and started flicking through it.

“There has to be something in here” he muttered as kept reading through.

“What are you looking for?” You asked nervously.

“A way to get rid of their scent, we may not be able to smell it but they can and they'll hunt you down” he explained.

“How do you know so much about werewolves, and why do you have books on them?” You asked.

“I like researching myths and folklore in my spare time. However, we've seen now that werewolves are no myth” he replied.

#yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere x reader #yandere #fairy tale au #yandere doppio #yandere diavolo #yandere risotto #yandere bruno bucciarati

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The Boys and their Bull (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Just when you think your boys can’t get any more feral......

“Hey you’re supposed to be in your stall, little guy,” Rhett remarked as he scooped up one of the baby goats. “I can only guess how ya’ll got out this time.”

Rhett carefully placed him in with the female and the other babies who were nestling in the hay to keep warm. The spring thaw wouldn’t be too far around the corner as you and Rhett marked off the days when spring would finally come to Wabang and the kids could go outside and play instead of being stuck inside every day.

The sound of little giggles came from the far end of the barn as Rhett went and inspected one of the stalls where one of the mares and her foal were both covered with the warm blanket wraps. Sure enough, two little blonde-headed boys were scooting around under the hay while a big, black angus bull lay there, his legs tucked in and his gaze fixed on the little miscreants.

“Hey!” Rhett called out. “What do you two devils think you’re doin?”

Tatum and Tanner poked their heads up from the hay with little bits and tendrils hanging from their hair. “We’re playing Daddy,” Tatum chirped.

“Yeah well when T-Bone hits your asses with those horns ya’ll aren’t gonna be playin much now are you?”

Tatum and Tanner giggled when Rhett suddenly saw two more little forms along with a third, popping up from the hay. Desmond and Nala Makeba and Colt Tillerson, poked themselves up from the hay, laughing and giggling like crazy, but the old bull never once moved or jumped up.

“Oh my God,” Rhett groaned. “How the hell did you three get in here?”

“Tatum and Tanner let us in Uncle Rhett,” Colt giggled.

Rhett rolled his eyes. Knew they were double trouble the minute they mooned us on that sonogram.....Rhett thought to himself.

He watched just to make sure none of the kids provoked him, but surprisingly enough, that ornery son of a bitch was as tame as could be with the kids.

It wasn’t until dinnertime that Patrick came to get Desmond and Nala while Billy came to scoop Colt up and bring him home before the freeze-over. Rhett finished off the last of the barn work but when he checked back on the twins, he laughed.

There they were, the two troublemakers who were usually so full of energy, fast asleep in the hay with T-Bone sniffing their hair. Rhett gave him a good pet on the snout and a scratch behind the ears. “Good boy,” he whispered.

Rhett picked up Tanner while Royal came and got Tatum, bringing them both into the house and upstairs to their beds. You met him in the hallway, Rhett catching you in his arms and kissing your warm cheeks.

“They’re gonna sleep for hours Darlin,” Rhett whispered. “They’re exhausted.”

“We’ll be lucky if they wake up for dinner,” you chuckled.

You and Rhett both wrapped up in a blanket, the house having gone quiet as the sky outside grew to a pale violet with streaks of red and pink. Rhett nuzzled your cheeks and kissed your jaw as you scooted closer, relaxing against each other. You couldn’t wait for spring and all that came with it.

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader

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averagewriter-inthedark · 1 year

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Pair of Foxes 🦊 | Kira Yukimura Headcanon

Teen Wolf masterlist

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Being a fox shapeshifter (were-fox) and Kira’s best friend would look like:

I guess you can say foxes are drawn to each other because when Kira first moved to Beacon Hills you immediately befriended her—literally walking straight up to her in the library with a beaming grin. “Hi! You’re Kira right? I’m Y/n, mind if I join you?” Not even waiting for her to say yes you dropped your things and began pulling out homework for you history class. She was a little taken aback but polite nonetheless, “U-uh sure. I don’t mind.”

You’d known Scott and Stiles since middle school but hadn’t become friends with them until the whole Alpha fiasco when Peter bit you in hopes of making you a member of his pack. However, the little trickster you naturally are, ended up shifting into a fox instead of wolf—eyes glowing more orange instead of yellow and canines smaller than Scott’s. When Peter discovered this—shortly before his untimely death—he bestowed you with the nickname ‘Little Vixen’. Eventually you managed to fully evolve into a fox like Malia could as a coyote.

When it was revealed Kira was a Kitsune, a Japanese Fox spirit, you couldn’t help but go, “Look at us, Ki, we’re a pair of foxes! Ain’t that neat!” Of course her fox was different from your fox—for example she brought forth her spirit when wielding her sword and you could shift into yours as you came and went. Even when Kira’s fox spirit was thrown out of balance due to the Dread Doctor’s, it was like the Kitsune recognized the fox within you and held some sort of respect.

Basically the Fox didn’t attempt to kill you like it did everyone else. “Maybe it thought we were relatives or something.” “Well whatever it thought from now on you are gonna have to step in whenever I lose control.” “You’re my best friend, of course I’m gonna help you.” From that moment on you and Kira became each other’s anchors. She was there to calm you down on a full moon and you were there to put the Fox in her at ease.

“We’re like platonic soulmates, Ki.” “Platonic soulmates who are a pair of foxes. The best combo if I’ve ever heard.”

Kira always had a pack of extra clothes that fit you in her bag. Shifting into your fox form or fighting to the point your outfits are tarnished enough times had your best friend come prepared to everything.

There are days where Kira will catch you and Malia in your fox & coyote forms chasing each other on the lacrosse field or play fighting. This will have Kira running after y’all because bystanders are calling animal control, “Get back here you two!”

Another time you were stuck in your fox form and unable to shift resulting in you having to stay at Kira’s house until the pack could come up with something to fix you. This also meant Kira had to come up with something to tell your family when you were a no show at home for nearly three days, “the drama club had a competition in Los Angeles—Y/n got the lead role in their production of ‘Wicked’ so she’s there right now.”

In return you always covered for her when she’d be with Scott. “I’ll be your scapegoat, Ki. Just tell them you’re going camping with my family this weekend. They’ll never know.” “You really underestimate how good my mom is at finding things out.” Sure enough, they got the truth pretty quick when Noshiko spotted your parents out to dinner the night ya’ll were ‘camping.’

You two will have girls nights with Malia and Lydia whenever y’all are in need of a break from the world. During the three month period between the shit with the beast and the Wild Hunt you four spent every penny you owned going to concerts, festivals, comic cons, and weekend trips to L.A or San Fran. As you can expect, the boys would get jealous.

When Kira decided to go with the skinwalkers you were devastated to say the least. It felt like a piece of you was missing with the absence of your best friend. But Kira made a promise to check in every once in a while and you’d be the first to know when she was coming back.

After all, there was nothing that could stop the pair of foxes when Beacon Hills was in need of saving.

#kira yukimura #kira yukimura x reader #Kira yukimura headcanon #Kira yukimura imagine #Kira yukimura x platonic!reader #teen wolf #teen wolf headcanons #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fluff #arden Cho

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themultifandomgal · 9 months

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Tyler Hoechlin-Our Love

A New Show And New Family

February 2010

I wake up with a mixture of excitement and nerves. Today is the first day I meet all of my new cast mates for the new show Teen Wolf. Durning my audition I met Tyler Hoechlin, apparently they liked our chemistry so I was cast to be the love interest of Derek Hale. The backstory is that Derek and Estella were childhood friends and haven't left each other's side since the Hale fire.

I have a shower and do my usual morning routine. Get dressed and just put on a little tinted moisturiser since all I'm doing today is a table read. I jump into my car and drive to the location I was text.

When I arrive I'm assured to a room. Opening the door I'm greeted my a lot of smiling faces

"YN take a seat next to Tyler" Jeff motions for me to sit

"Hey YN it's good to see you again" Tyler says smiling

"Yes you too. How are you feeling about the script?" I ask

"Good. I'm really liking how Derek is portrayed so far. What about you?"

"Same really. Little nervous about getting the character Estella right. This is my first show"

"You'll do just fine. Just remember to make the character your own. Yes you have the guidance of the script on what your character is doing, but be mindful of making her real. Does that make sense?"

"It does thank you"

"Right everyone, now that we're all here I want us to just get to know each other first. So just go round telling us your names and who are are playing" Jeff says.

Near the end of the pilot episode, Scott is running through the wood during a full moon looking for Allison

"Where is she?" Tyler says through gritted teeth how he thinks Scott would say this line

"She's safe from you" I say, when we act this out, Tyler H will jump on to Tyler P

"What did you do to her?"

"Shh quiet" Tyler H says whispering

"Der we're to late they're already here"

"Run" Tyler says. The stage directions tell us that we all run but Scott gets shot with an arrow. Allison dad is revealed as the hunter. Between Derek and Estella they save Scott

"Who were they?"

"Hunters" I say

"They've been hunting us for centuries"

"Us?" Tyler whisper yells "you mean you. You both did this to me" he now yells

"It's not that bad" I huff

"You can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than any human could hope. You've been given something most humans would kill for. The bite is a gift"

"I don't want it"

"Ah we have a problem then. Unfortunately the bite doesn't come with a gift receipt. Your kinda stuck with it now" I'm loving Estella’s attitude is so far

"Your gonna need us if you want to learn how to control it. So Estella, you and me Scott, we're family now" it then says that Estella and Derek leave Scott alone in the woods.

We finish up reading the script and Jeff tells us all what our call times will be tomorrow

"YN can you be on set for 4pm?"

"Sounds good to me" I give Jeff a smile

"Lovely. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Rest up tonight we have a busy first day tomorrow" we all say bye to Jeff and each other looking forward to this project.

I head over to my parents house, finding my mom in the kitchen with oven mitts on

“Hi love. Dinner won’t be to long now”

“I’ll set the table” there’s a little bit of silence until mom asks

"So what's everyone like? Make any friends?"

"Mom" I laugh placing down the cutlery on the table "your talking like I'm back at high school"

"Well you basically are"

"Mmm smells good!" Dad walks into the kitchen/dining room. I promised them that I would have dinner with them both today after my first day

"Thank you dear. YN you never answered my question"

"Mom it was the first day. I barely even remember anyones names at the moment. I go on set tomorrow at 4 in the afternoon so I guess tomorrow I will get to know everyone a little better" mom plates up our food

"You never know you may fall in love. That's usually what happens on these tv shows right?"

"Mom seriously I'm not looking for anything. And anyway I think dating a costar would be difficult"

"She's right Steph, no boyfriends till she's 50"

"Dad!" I nudge him as we all sit down for our food.

March 2010

It’s been 3 weeks now since the table read and filming has been going well. Everyone on set is so sweet. Holland and Crystal are quickly becoming 2 of my best friends. Tyler H and I have also been getting super close, which is good because our characters are sickeningly in love.

Today we have a day off so we have decided to head out for some food

“So YN where are you from?” Crystal asks

“Here actually in Atlanta, I’m able to drive home from set”

“And why have we not had cheese and wine nights at your place yet?” Holland laughs

“My place is a mess. I’ve literally just moved into it so not happening anytime soon” I giggle

“You should have said. We can come over and help. Get the boys painting and we can do the DIY” Crystal says seriously

“I couldn’t have asked any of you to do”

“Your not. We’d be happy to help”

“Are you sure?” I look at Tyler H

“Of course”

“Ok well our next day off I’ll text you all my address and you guys can come over”

March 2010

A week later everyone is at my apartment helping me build my furniture and paint my walls

“Here” I hand a drink to Tyler, Posey and Dylan

“Thanks YN” Tyler says

“What do you think?” Dylan asks standing back to look at his work

“Looks good. I really appreciate this guys thank you”

“It’s not a problem. I’ve had a pretty good day” Posey laughs before sipping his drink.

By the end of the day everyone leaves except for Tyler H

“I’ve still got so much to do” I groan flopping on my couch

“What time do you finish tomorrow?”

“2pm, why?”

“I finish at 4. I can come over tomorrow after and help you finish up”

“Oh no It’s ok don’t worry”

“I’ll be over at 4:30 tomorrow”

“Thanks” there’s a slight pause “do you want anything to eat? I can order something for us”

Tyler agrees and we end up binging on pizza while watching Friends.

#tyler hoechlin imagine #tyler hoechlin #tyler hoechlin x reader #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf actress #teen wolf comic con #teen wolf cast

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omg how did I miss that ask about catboy kurt that is so cute!! Tbh I immediately would've thought puppy kurt because idk I guess because Joe has a very infamously puppy-like face lol. But kitty kurt totally makes sense! He seems like the type who likes to curl up in your lap and nudge you with his head when he wants attention 🥰

Absolutely puppy!Kurt works so so well and I would definitely love to talk about him too! But catboy Kurt Kunkle is also such an amazing thought lmaoo

(Obviously hybrid stuff ahead so just skip if it’s not for you! :))

Cat hybrid Kurt is a headbutter. Sometimes it’s to get your attention, sometimes it’s affectionate, sometimes it just feels good to him to do so. But he will absolutely ram his head into you if he needs to get his point across about something also. Even if you’re saying “Ow! What the hell? Kurt. Stop.” He wants something from you and he will keep going!

But then he’ll also lovingly nuzzle his head/face right into you too so it’s very sweet <3 💕 If not sometimes a bit ticklish, especially because he’ll be on top of you and pushing you down with his face with little to no escape

Attention whore of a cat hybrid, Kurt is a slut for attention anyway, but he’s so dramatic about it like this. He can be kinda fickle and sassy and a bit stubborn, and will bite down on you quickly just to get you to look up at him, even if he’s staring daggers at you when you do because hello why are you on your phone and not looking at him right now??

Biting you biting you biting you. Only quickly though. Enough to get your attention. And to move away before you pull his face off of you, don’t push him away >:(. Gaining your attention and pulling back so you’re immediately looking right at him once you’ve assessed ‘the damage’, and then he can tell you what you’re doing wrong; mostly not giving him ‘adequate attention’.

Clings onto you, and will accidentally scratch you with his fingernails. But it’s worse when he’s climbing all about, getting on the head of the sofa and crawling down you because clearly he was so uninteresting before this. Kurt will wait in the shadows and pounce; one second you’re putting your keys by the door, and the next Kurt is on your back in a surprise attack and is clinging on so you can’t shake him off, asking why were you twenty minutes late today he was so bored without you.

But kitty!Kurt is also so sweet. He absolutely curls up on your lap. Ends up dozing off on you some afternoons, but if you wake him up (because he’s heavy, and he’s breathing wetly into your neck, and he’s twitching in his sleep), then he’s complaining and trying to tiredly drag you to bed so you’ll nap with him. He’ll curl up to you in a much more comfy way in bed. He just wants to be all close and warm with you and snooze right now, please?

And again, the nuzzling is very very sweet of Kurt. Sometimes a bit ticklish, but he loves doing it so much until you’re positively snorting with laughter, his own chuckles escaping him as he scrunches his cute face up, not letting your face move anywhere away from him.

When Kurt’s feeling soft and domestic he will gently push and rub his hands into your body, you’re not sure if it’s kneading type behaviour or a stim, or Kurt just likes it cause he’s Kurt. He loves just moulding your thighs and your tummy and your chest and even your face, anywhere he can get at you. Although again, he’s pressing you down and you’re gonna be stuck with him on top of you if his eyes have turned to full moons and he’s caught up on smooshing your cheeks over and over.

Kurt baps at your nose too. Lightly and lovingly though, not full on smacking you. Not unless his coordination’s fucking him over again. Sometimes you wake up with a tickly nose, and Kur’s big brown eyes staring down transfixed at you. His face super close as he studies you, in his very Kurt way. And oh he’s straddling you to do so, good morning to you too man.

He will give you small little licks as well. I hc Kurt definitely does lick you occasionally in an everyday type au, but he’s very sweet with it in this one. Gives you little kisses planted all up the side of your face, then a small kitten lick there too. Kurt likes grooming you, which also spreads his scent everywhere so you stink like Kurt™️, and other hybrids can smell him on you, and vice versa.

It’s also a really nice way of spending lots of time together, and with him getting to be affectionate and mark you up and be loving with you, just in the somewhat quiet he rarely let himself have before you.

But he likes just sitting with you as you stroke through his, freshly washed, hair, and you kiss over his face softly, whilst he gives slow and small licks all over your face. Gentle laps here and there to your chin, your cheek, your nose, your head, your lips - which turns into him being able to kiss you very happily. Although Kurt does have to learn that yes you are going to wash off if he has absolutely laved your face in his spit, and he’s just lapped at your hairline as well, you are going to take another shower, yes he can join you while you do so.

He loves that you allow him to express his own way of love with you, you’ve never thought he was weird, or told him off for doing something he’s trying to be nice with, and he’s so thankful for you for that.

And after a long day of working on his social media and his life and all of that stuff that makes his head buzz, Kurt loves being able to crawl to you from behind, spooking you as he silently crawls up and over the arm rest, before snuggling in your lap. Purring into your neck, pushing his head in there because it feels stimulating for Kurt and it’s nice and warm and soft and smells like you, and a mix of you and him after he’s finished politely lapping and gently nibbling at it. All while you stroke his bare back with your soothing nails, and read to him. Answering any and all his questions that pop into his mind while he’s snuggling with you, and speaking with him so softly every time.

#also sorry I’m late to this i was not well at all the past couple of days haha #but I love talking abt hybrid au stuff pls send any more of that in!!#abt cat!Kurt or any hybrid of a character I write I love chatting abt that au with y’all! 💕#Kurt Kunkle #cat hybrid Kurt #kurt kunkle/reader #kurt kunkle hcs #Kurt kunkle drabble #Kurt kunkle thoughts #spree 2020 #anon #ask

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arinsanity · 10 months

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ok so like. last week i got to play inscryption for myself using my uncle's ps4 YIPPEE

im just gonna ramble about my experience playing it here becuz why not :3 this is a very long post with large walls of text so be warned! only read if you wanna hear my dumb rambling :D (SPOILERS AHEAD!)

ACT 1:

i spent. way too much time on act 1..

1st play of act 1 went on as usual, ya beat the prospector then ya get to the angler too fast too soon then you fuckinf die yadda yadda yadda

so i think the game expects you to like beat the angler on the 2nd play of act 1. and i didnt. i made total misplays (becuz im a silly idiot :D) so i died to the angler and i had to restart.. i mean at least i wont have to restart at the trapper when leshy decides to pull out 8 fucking bears :3

ok my 3rd play of act 1! wow!! i should be able to get to the trapper now right? :0 no. i died at the angler. again. GRAHH

4th play. i think this was my best play yet becuz i got lucky to have squirrels with the 3 blood sigil and i was ZOOMIN thru the bosses! i made it to the trapper so i thought i'd be able to finally win! until i accidentally. switched the squirrel totem head. with a different one. which means. squirrels did not have 3 blood anymore. so yeah i died to the trapper :3

5TH PLAY RAHHH at this point i just wanted to get act 1 over with.. i realised my items existed (i am the world's dumbest inscryption player) so i just stole one of the angler's sharks to get it over with quickly. i made it to the trapper again and WON!!

FINALLY MADE IT TO LESHY'S FIGHT! i mean i didn't rlly have a good deck so i was pretty sure i was gonna die.. and i did :] on the first phase. so back to the start for me! at least i got to listen to leshy's amazing theme..

6th play! it went on as usual except i was stuck at the trapper and had to die and restart :D i'm such a good player! /s i'm pretty sure the scrybes who were still stuck in their animal forms are disappointed in me LMAO

7th play. i'd say i had a good deck going on for me so i managed to make it all the way back to leshy's fight! i was surprised it didn't take me that long to get back honestly..

LESHY'S FIGHT! again! :D my poisonous 2/2 mantis god quickly pulled me through the first phase but sadly it had to die from the prospector turning it into gold D: (RIP mantis god..) i managed to get through the 2nd phase pretty easily becuz i had some strong cards already on the board! then it's finally time.. FOR THE MOON!! which i immediately killed with my poisonous cat :3 WOO ACT 2 BABY!!

ACT 2:

YIPPEE!!

i finally made it to act 2! i was shaking from excitement seeing all the scrybes in the intro becuz the fixation on this game is real :3 (my family thought i was weird lol)

spent like. 10 minutes deciding which deck i wanted to use.. i ended up going with leshy's becuz i didn't trust myself with using any new cards yet :D

i realised that it may have been a dumb move becuz i forgor that act 2 didn't have the option to give you squirrels n it would just give it to you randomly.. so it took me a while to get going :']

once i had more cards i had a good thing going for my deck! defeated the prospector and angler but the trapper took a few attempts.. then i defeated leshy! :D yippee!!

went to defeat grimora next becuz skeletons :3 and becuz i wanted the tomb robber card so i can use tomb robber and field mice for.. THE RAT DECK. basically you use tomb robber to summon 2 skeletons, sacrifice them to put field mice on the board and repeat until the board is full of field mice! THE RAT DECK!! (if you know specifically who i got that from then ily /p)

magnifuck was next and defeating the students was relatively easy thanks to THE RAT DECK but i completely forgor magnificus's gimmick was that he replaces your sigils so uh.. i was screwed on his fight for a while.. but i managed to defeat him anyways so fuck you magnificus :3

i saved enough foils to get ourobouros so i could do the silly OUROBOUROS GRINDING. :D i grinded my ourobouros up to 30/30 using tomb robber with the training dummy! (tomb robber is literally carrying me lmao)

P03! the silly robor!! surprisingly didnt take me that long to figure out the puzzles and the inspector and melter were defeated easily :D dredger finds the OLD_DATA then it is time to defeat P03!

P03 had me stuck for a moment with the whole convenyor belt thing until my ourobouros pulled up and i quickly turned things around :D but then i also forgor it scans your best card and copies them on it's side of the board so uh.. yeah the ourobouros grinding was coming back to bite me :skull: THANKFULLY i survived the ourobouros apocalypse and defeated P03!

the act 2 finale goes on as usual, P03 pulls out the OLD_DATA and funni robor goes spin while the whole game glitches the hell out :D (my family thought i actually did something to break the game LMAO) TIME FOR ACT 3!!

ACT 3:

funni robor. sadly didn't get to finish this act becuz i had to go home D:

YIPPEE botopia!! i was pretty excited for this act becuz i could see my beloved archivist :3

i uh.. i struggled literally the FIRST battle of P03's act and even when i was done with it, i lost on the second battle and i was stuck on the first and second battles of act 3 for a while.. fuck you P03 >:(

i only made it until the first checkpoint before i had to stop and go back home :[ no archivist..

that's about what i remember! it was painful but i had fun and i love this game sm! thank you for reading the whole thing if you did, i hope my dumb rambling wasn't too annoying :D

have a nice day!

#riri's rambles

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feralmoonlight · 2 years

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THE BOYS BEING STUCK AS ECLIPSE MUST BE SO STRESSFUL FOR THEM. Do you know *why* they’re stuck, or is that too spoilery? If it is, then what would the Reader’s reaction be to this whole Thing if they don’t get a proper job description? Does it take them a bit to realize Eclipse is two animatronics, or are Sun and Moon immediately panicking about that? 🌻

I mean, if you were trapped in a single room and left alone(awake) for 12 hours at a time and every other adult human you encountered saw you as little more than a fancy washing machine to be dismantled and tampered with on a whim regardless of your own concerns since the moment you came into being, you might get a bit stressed too? Constant threats of decommission, random upgrades and swapping parts on the same scale as having an organ transplant while conscious, getting ordered to parts and service because the 'new tech' wants to poke around and familiarize themself with your inner workings. CASUALLY TAMPERING WITH THE BASE AI and fucking over your entire sense of self until you manage to work with this new normal that never feels normal? There's a lot. But mostly it's just it finally got to be too much. Eclipse wasn't programmed into them. It just... Happened. And it's not responding to it's usual protocols. Because Eclipse has no programmed protocols or rules. It can hurt people. It can move around freely. It can, will, and has injured the P&S guys that tried to drag him down for maintenance. He's probably been stuck like this for a few weeks while people try and figure out that if it's someone that's obviously trying to force them to get help, they reject it. Moving into Reader's reaction~ The gist of "Help the Daycare Attendants" is vague enough. They'd know Sun and Moon are a thing from just general advertising for the plex through osmosis, like those commercials you can't totally ignore so you know about it even if it's not something you look into a lot. The first reaction of them walking into the daycare, half lit, mostly empty, and in an absolute MESS (Half destroyed jungle gyms, craft supplies thrown everywhere, some of the floor padding thrown up and some unfortunate staff bots that got sacrificed for science) it would be startling. THEN you've got this looming, jittery, MASSIVE animatronic just perched at the top of the tower, mostly in shadow, that just rumbles out this dual tone, static heavy "Go AWAY." Nope nope nope, fuck that. Fuck ALL of that. Except the employee that showed you to the daycare locked you in. HA HA HA fuck. alternate option is trying to go up the slide to the ball pit. BUT... that means getting closer to the thing that wants you out. Full on panic. But you're not leaving. Granted you CANT, you're still there. And he's getting twitchier. Agitated. Banging on the door and yelling at the person on the other side to open up, at least maybe it can see you WANT to leave. And maybe he does. When you look back up, it's gone. This isn't comforting. It takes a few hours, till the end of your shift, before someone finally comes back to open the door and you could PUNCH them. You didn't see him again, so at least that's ok, but fuck. For some reason you come back the next day, and the next. If he's just gonna hide, you'll take the free pay for dealing with this creepy ass room. Eventually it would click that the Daycare Attendants are kind of both active, in varying levels. Different vibes from the short first interactions would lean more towards an anxious fidgety Sun or a dark, dangerous, spiteful Moon. It's a coin toss on who's more present at the moment. Some days it's nothing though. Some days he just perches and hisses static at you from the tower. ON THE FLIP SIDE for Sun and Moon, they're in a really weird state. Like the AI Have blended. They're only really aware they're two AI when the swing is REALLY HEAVY one way or the other. If one goes dormant and lets the other lead while they rest (usually after exhausting their reserves). The true blend of eclipse is dual speech overlaid with heavy static, conflicting words and phrases, showing off the torrent of mixed emotions inside. The more they can split and flipflop between one or the other, the better off they'll be. If they can fully split their minds, they can undo the Eclipse state. But as long as they're so fucking stressed and distrustful, and one is latching onto the other mentally, they're stuck.

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killuaisaprincess · 2 years

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Melancholic

Gon’s an idiot and a weirdo, Killua’s decided.

He’s weird. Killua can’t figure him out. He still doesn’t know why any of them had come. But it made him feel happy. He thought he was just gonna be stuck in that house forever. Again. And this time, it would be permanent.

Gon’s a weirdo. What kinda person goes to an assassin's house? Gon’s an idiot. He always got this fire in his eye when fighting, like he enjoyed it. For Killua. Fighting is just a necessity. Training too. It’s always been…

A necessity. That he once dreaded. But it’s sort of fun with Gon.

Sometimes he still feels like he’s three, crouched down in the corner of his room with the thin blanket over his head and blood caked against his skin, blending with the bruises, shaking, terrified.

Sometimes he still feels that way. This bed is way too big, and the room is too quiet…

It feels like the whole illusion will just break. It’s not real. Why would anyone want to save him? Be friends with him? Just that heavy weight of waiting. He only cries when he thinks no one will see. Clutching the red velvet fabric up to his chest, staring out the window at the full, bright moon. He doesn’t want to sleep.

He grabs one of the pillows, letting his feet hit the edge of the bed, jumping down.

Killua can go nights without sleeping, but sometimes he can just feel the heavy strain, and he just doesn’t want it anymore. He doesn’t want any of it! The pain. The anxiety that wells up in his chest. He just wants to be a normal kid. He’s sick of it!

But they wouldn’t go a day without reminding him. Looking at him, disappointed when he’d rather play than train. He can easily slot his fingers against the rough, uneven, deep cuts in his skin or the small circles from Milluki’s cigarettes.

Everyday.

Until…

Gon.

That was the most fun he had. Free from the watch of everyone. Even with the annoying old man yelling at him. He thought he was free, at least…

But he couldn’t escape it even if he wanted to. So now. He’s just scared. Of it ending.

He sinks down to the floor, hugging the pillow like a lifeline. He was going to go throw it at Gon and ask, ‘Yo, Gon! Wanna train?’ he wanted the distraction, but… he can’t go now.

He can feel the cold brush of his brother’s fingers against his shoulder now, making him slump over onto the floor, closing his eyes and trying to keep a natural breathing rhythm, tears warm on his cheeks.

‘Kil.’

No! He hates it all! Even back then, when he was so young, he knew what each cold tone of voice meant, and he hated it. He’d press his face into Mike’s fur, begging every god up there. He hates electricity training! No! He hates it!

But he’d have to go.

And then he’d go back and try and not sob; he learned from an early age how to weep quietly; it hurt so much. Even throwing the big stick for Mike to fetch.

Of course, they’d always find him.

‘Master Killua.’

It’s time for your next training or… whatever.

He didn’t really like Gotoh that much originally. Not until a particularly bad day when he was four, and Gotoh showed him that dumb coin trick… Killua doesn’t know if it was to cheer him up, but Gotoh always did small things, like get him chocolate, or one time he gave him a small plush that looked like Mike. Said his mother made it. Yeah, right. Killua could scoff at the thought, Gotoh, you’re a terrible liar. But he was loyal to that screeching woman, and probably wanted Killua to think more fondly of her… but how could he…?

Of course, kindness from anyone would become less and less.

And he just wanted a friend… to not have to anymore. Even if he’s used to it.

He doesn’t want to go through that pain anymore…

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

But he’s used to it. And this idiot really thinks he stands a chance against him, and it’s laughable. It’s laughable. He’s used to this. He can feel the tingling in the air, it makes the hair stand up on the back of his neck, and he can’t breathe.

Anything the dumb idiot is saying is muffled; he only feels the harsh restraints of that place and terror.

‘Mommy! Mommy! I’m scared!’

How could she smile at him like that?

‘Big Brother, I don’t wanna!’

But it didn’t matter, did it…?

‘No one’s gonna save you, Kil.’

No one…

“Help…”

It can’t be heard over the loud crowd, or the idiot’s laughter.

His blood just runs cold, and he’s not here, or he tries not to be. So it’ll hurt less. It’s the only way to win. He puts on a cocky front.

The ground shakes, but the pain doesn’t come.

“Ki-!”

He doesn’t…

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Of course, it’s Gon. Gon always shakes his world upside down. Really he wants to yell at the idiot and hit him upside the head, but his hands are shaking too much. He follows Gon into the hallway, dropping down to the floor and hiding his head in between his knees.

“Killua, are you okay?”

I’m sorry.

Stupid. Selfish. It’s just a little pain.

Terrible. His fingers twitch, and he chokes down a sob.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Gon’s back is warm. Unlike his brothers back when he used to carry him. When he just couldn’t walk anymore. But the air was always heavy with disappointment. But Gon doesn’t seem disappointed. Killua moves his arms down and around Gon’s neck, slumping his head down against his shoulder.

He knows he shouldn’t let his guard down, but he almost slips and falls asleep. He always felt safe enough around Gon.

Killua can’t tell what Gon’s thinking, but he can’t help but feel scared. It might end.

Gon places him gently down on the bed, smiling, before running toward the door.

“I’ll grab us something to drink!”

Idiot… how can you smile right now? You have no idea if you got yourself eliminated…

Killua watches the door slowly close, waiting for it to shut completely before he drags his legs up and pushes his face into the blankets.

It’s not real! The pain always comes. His skin still feels like it’s tingling like it was burned, and all his insides hurt, but it’s not there, not when he lifts his sleeve up and grazes his fingertips across. It doesn’t hurt.

It doesn’t. Make sense. Gon’s a weirdo! He doesn’t get the rules…

He doesn’t get any of it.

“Killua! I’m back!”

Killua can feel the bed shift, but he doesn’t move, drawing in his arms towards his chest.

“Killua?”

He can’t avoid Gon forever…

“Here, I managed to find you some chocolate milk-”

He sits up, sighing and looking over, watching Gon’s expression fall.

Gon places the cans to the side of the bed, grabbing Killua by the arms; the first amount of any real pain Killua’s actually felt today; a gasp caught in his throat.

“What’s wrong, did they hurt you?!”

They always do, but he knows that’s not who Gon is asking about.

Why do you have that dumb expression on your face? It was the same stupidly scary look he had when he fought Gido…

Gon lightens his grip only slightly, his worried eyes piercing right into Killua’s soul.

“You’re crying.”

He is…? He didn’t notice…

“…’m fine.”

He tries to shrug Gon off, staring at the crinkled sheets.

Gon let’s go, reluctantly, pressing the drink against Killua’s palm.

Killua stares through the film of tears at the can, the little chocolate cow mascot on it, letting his hair fall into his eyes.

It’s too much…

“You’re an idiot. What if you can’t fight Hisoka, now…?”

He glances up, catching Gon rubbing the back of his head, sticking his tongue out.

“I’m sure Wing can convince them!”

How can you be so sure…?

“Killua.”

Gon wraps his arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer until Killua’s head collides with Gon’s chest.

“They didn’t hurt you, right?”

So what? Even if they did…

“What does it matter, idiot! I could’ve handled it! I’m supposed to handle it! There are no such things as knights in shining armor! You didn’t have to help me!”

His stomach feels sick. All these feelings are curling around his heart and squeezing it. He can’t stop the poison, and he can’t stop the tears, gripping the can tighter, trying to stifle his sobs.

Killua can feel Gon’s thumb rubbing against his shoulder blade, which feels oddly comforting. He isn’t used to this.

He was so happy when Gon came to that place. It didn’t feel real. He didn’t even know how to thank Gon.

“Hmm…”

Gon hums and Killua shifts his head, just slightly, to look up at him.

“Okay! What about pea knights?”

“W-what?”

Killua brings one of his hands up, rubbing under his nose, coughing.

“Uh! Instead of armor, they wear green!”

What…?

He can’t be serious… but he looks dead serious, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pushed together in a determined pout.

“Would, uh, a knight be allowed then?”

He’s genuinely a weirdo. And an idiot. And anything he’s saying it can’t be, won’t ever be true… but Gon… his chest feels the same warmth it felt the day he came to that place.

“I-I don’t need a knight, stupid!”

Killua always wanted one… but it’s too late now anyway… he used to read those fairy tale books… they were just that, though. Fairy tales.

“Oh. I guess not…”

Killua’s stomach drops, and he grabs the drink again, trying to ignore the burning in his throat and painful pressure welling up in his eyes.

He doesn’t need one! There’s no need to be disappointed!

To Gon… it was more he could just imagine Killua sitting at the top of some tower wearing a big poofy pink dress and hat, and getting tired of waiting, and marching down and killing the dragon keeping him in that tower. Killing it with his own high heel easily, but that didn’t change the fact that Gon still wanted to protect Killua too! Even if Killua could probably easily rip out the heart of a dragon or beat it to death with a shoe…

Seeing Killua cry like that, he was prettier than usual, but it broke Gon’s heart. So Gon doesn’t regret it! Even if he is in big trouble now! Interrupting the match…

“But I still wanna be your knight? I’ll protect you! Can I?”

…Huh?

His knight…?

Killua hasn’t ever had one of those…

Mike was a guard dog, who he went to, but in the end, he wasn’t just Killua’s… he wouldn’t fight his dad for Killua… and Killua used to not want to disappoint his dad… Gotoh was kinder to him than lots, but… he could only do so much being employed by them…

It’s not like Gon would ever stand a chance… and Killua doesn’t want anything to happen to Gon…

It’s not something that can last…

Still…

“I-I guess, b-but I’m not done scolding you, idiot!”

Doing something so foolish…

“But you were frightened! I had to!”

Gon puffs out his chest, huffing.

How did he notice…?

Idiot… he really doesn’t get you, placing the can to the side, and shifting just slightly closer to Gon. Even though he has such a hard time sleeping all by himself, when Gon’s there, he feels like he can just let his guard down. His hand is warm on Killua’s shoulder, and hearing his chest and feeling it rise and fall, Killua lets his eyes flutter closed, humming softly.

“…Gon…?”

“Yeah?”

“I…”

He still doesn’t know. How could he know what to say…? It was easy to yell at Gon for being reckless… but…

“…I was happy… when I heard you were there…”

And scared. Always scared, but…

He feels like can succumb to sleep with his ‘knight’ here.

Just for a moment, maybe, he closes his eyes, breathing softly, smiling.

“…Thank you…”

#;windy’s stuff #killua #killua zoldyck #hunter x hunter #gonkillu #gonkillu supremacy #gon #gon x killua #gon freccs #hxh killua #GON WILL ALWAYS SAVE KI SLAMS HANDS DOWN ON TABLE #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧🤧#I JUST AHHHHHHHHHH POOR KI KI IS JUST A TINY BABEY AND THE WORLD WAS SO MEAN TO HIM #I JUST LOVE THE IDEA OF KI JUST WHISPERING FOR HELP BUT GON WOULD HEAR OKAY OKAY #Canon? Throws it out a window #I AM JUST IN SO MUCH PAIN ANYTIME I THINK OF KI’S CHILDHOOD AND HOW AWFUL IT IS AND WHAT THE POOR KID HAS TO GO THROUGH 😭#I just want him to be saved 😭 KI HAS TRAUMA #AND IT HURTS MAN KI GOES THE THROUGH SO MUCH AND BASICALLY NEVER GETS HELP 😭 HE DESERVES TO BE SAVED 😤#BISKY AND SOME ADULTS THINK DAMM HIS CHILDHOOD MUSTVE SUCKED AND DID NOTHING 🥺🤧🤧🤧🤧 I HATE YEAH ITS MEANT TO SHOW HXH A CRUEL WORLD BUT #FUCK THAT IM GONNA WRITE A SELF INDULGENT FIC KI DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🤧😭😤😤😤😤#I WANT MY NICHES GON SAVING KI GON CARRYING KI😤😤😤😤👏👏👏👏👏#Let Ki be weak and cry and let him be saved I hate reactors/other people online who get mad at Ki for finally being able to cry fuck that 😤#I love Ki so much 🥺 he deserves so much HES SO CUTE AND SWEET 🥺 my heart look at any photo of him sleeping and tell me you don’t wanna #protect him from the world! 😤 let him sleep 🥺 GON WILL PROTECT HIM 😤 Ki is so precious my heart 😭#I love post reunion Gonkillu and future Gonkillu! But sweet little young Gonkillu with Gon making cute promises to protect Ki ahhhhhh CUTE!

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fakeloveaskblog · 2 years

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(Hi, me again. I’m sorry it took so long to send anything in, I’ve been having a bad week and kept putting off writing this, sorry.)

*floats up to Rowen’s car and peeks at who’s inside*

(That’s literally all I had to write, procrastination is a pain.)

Glow Eyes

(no need to say sorry C: i get it. Everyone gets too tired to write sometimes. I get frustrated bout it like every other week. I hope next week treats you better)

Tw: drug use, vague mentions of past abuse

The car had hastily been parked at the side of the park. At first you only saw an empty drivers seat until you looked over and saw Remus sitting in the passenger seat.

There was a constant tapping sound as he bounced his feet against the dashboard. He had his arms crossed while glancing out at the nearby Streets. When he saw your big eyes staring in he jumped from surprise before quickly leaning over to roll down the window so you could come in. You hovered slightly to the left of the wheel.

“Remy better have sent you to tell me they’ve gotten stuck in a sewer gate” He muttered out while sinking lower down on the seat. It only took him grimacing and huffing for a few seconds before he exclaimed “I’ve been waiting half an hour!! 30 minutes!!! 30 ENTIRE minutes!!! I’ve got rats for brains! They should know better than to leave me without stimuli for that long!!! 5 more minutes and I’m biting at the tires!!!”

He sat up in the seat so he could look at you while ranting. His hands idly felt around for something to fidget with, eventually ending up on some straw sticking out of a starbucks cup. All while talking he twisted and pulled in the straw until it looked like a piece of barbed wire.

“Alright so there I am! In my bed! After a wonderful night of dreaming about sharks eating me alive!! I go up look around, y’know Remy slept on the couch last night- We’re still like uhm we’re taking the uhm the uh bed thing night for night yeah- But they’re up! I know! I was shocked too!! They’re like the sleepiest motherfucker on earth!! And they’re like- They’ve been in a really weird mood lately like...”

He searched for the words to describe it. He knew they would naturally be a bit neurotic right now. That he didn’t judge. It was something else.

“Whatever! Not important! So there I am! Newly awoken! Hungry! Like a naked beast in the full moon!! And suddenly Remy is like tearing at me to leave. It was like they had a train to catch! but the train was on fire! And also was gonna explode! I didn’t get to do my morning routine! Didn’t take my meds! Didn’t even get to make my daily smoothie! I was gonna try to mix mint, toothpaste and sour patch kids!!! I’m still wearing my freaking PJ pants! They just pulled me out the door!!”

There was a unusually irritated look on his face. Remus was an erratic and energetic person, not usually an angry or even sour one. You found it a bit strange.

“I don’t have a drivers license! Remy doesn’t have one! But they just had to take Ro-Ro’s pissy car!! And I went along ‘cause- They said they were stopping the car to buy a coffee and some breakfast for me and now they’ve been gone for 30 minutes!! I called them! They didn’t answer!”

Remus crossed his arms and hunched in on himself. He leant his cheek against the window and looked out onto the street. His expression stayed angry. All tense muscles and stretched together skin. But his cheeks had turned red.

“....I thought they were taking me on a date........” The back of his throat tasted like acid “That’s why I went along with their weird mood today...Maybe not a date...just...I dunno.....I thought they wanted to surprise me...show me a nice dumpster...or take me out to an art museum.....I think they only wanted me along to get the keys to the car.....”

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, dragging his fingers down his cheeks so the reds of his eyes stood out like stop signals, before sighing.

“Could you look for them? I don’t think they took their pain meds. I don’t want their bones to have like...exploded!”

You blinked your glowing on and off to say yes to which he let out a strange mix of a sigh and breathe of relief before pointing at the street Remy had walked down onto.

The clouds had turned heavy and grey. The smell of rain weighed down on the buildings around you like birds weighing down powerlines. You rounded the corner into one of those tights pathways between two buildings. Remy wasn’t there but the smell of coffee was so you continued down on it before eventually hearing their voice.

To the right, another pathway, or maybe it was just a plain alley. On the ground laid empty cans and thrown away containers scattered around. Mindlessly thrown away by passerbys in a hurry, until the trash had piled up in chunks.

Your eyes were looking at the ground so you didn’t notice the man until he had walked right through you. Either he must have been astonishingly rude or you’d been invisible and he’d been unable to see you. From what could be assumed you weren’t the type to be constantly invisible, even if you were a ghost, unless your subconsciously had noticed something about the man. Something....bad.

The man disappeared down some street and maybe another time you would have followed along if it wasn’t for Remy sitting leant against the alleyway’s wall. There was another stranger standing next to them. They were talking with tense familiarity.

“-The snails are everywhere man! I swear! It’s insane in his apartment right now” The man said.

Remy did a half assed shrug. It’d only been a few days since you’d last seen them and yet they looked so starkly different for such a short time. Their skin glistened from sweat and the skin around their eyes were rash red like they hadn’t slept for days. Their fingers shook, eyelids twitching, breathes hurried and inconsistent.

The stranger took out a pack of cigs and a lighter. He held it out towards them to offer one and they squinted at it.

“Is that the like brand Oswald uses?”

“Fuck should I know. Guess it is”

They pinched his cig between their fingers and put it back into the package. He let out a surprised “Rude!?”. They didn’t want Remus to recognize the smell. Didn’t want him to remember something he didn’t want to.

The man checked his phone “I gotta go. You sure you got some place to stay?” He smiled and reached out his hand to touch their cheek. Remy grimaced but didn’t move away “I know some empty couches-”

“Snail infected ones?” They snarked back.

“Well...yeah but also others man” He let go fo them and their shuttered “I’ll see you in two weeks”

“We didn’t decide shit”

He had started to walk away. He sent them a look and just restated “I’ll see you in two weeks. Don’t overdose”

The man walked right through you and you didn’t bother to look back at him. You moved a bit closer and Remy flinched as they felt your sudden warmth. They were cupping their hands around a few small plastic bags. They didn’t meet your eyes.

“I’m sorry” Was the first thing they said “Those were like- I didn’t know what to do- I knew some of like Oswald’s like dealer friends- I don’t wanna see him. I like I did extra like ask so he wasn’t coming okay. I made sure of it. I just texted the other dealers. I’m not gonna let him even look at Remus ever again. I just feel like so fucking sick and I keep seeing Viv everywhere and I’m losing my mind and everything else about me is disappearing as well and I haven’t been able to like eat anything ‘cause I can’t keep anything down! And Oswald won’t stop texting me! I don’t wanna read it! I haven’t replied I swear! I wouldn’t like I wouldn’t do that to Remus! But I can’t block him! My fingers won’t move to do it! I- I whatever! I’m just a whiny bitch! Don’t look at me like that!”

You were looking at them in the exact same way you usually did. Their fingers twitched as they scrambled to open one of the small bags. They glared at you.

“Could you like...turn around. give a girl some fucking privacy”

You did. You didn’t turn back around until you heard them fall to the ground as soon as they’d tried to stand up. There was powder left around their nostril, probably xanax. They waved off your help and started walking back to where the car was.

Slowly their breathing seemed to ebb out into a relaxed pace, actually a bit too relaxed, too slow. Their eyelids were half closed and the sweat had started to fall away.

Remus opened the car door as soon as he saw them “Did a giant sewage monster climb up from the shadows and attack you” He exclaimed “An inner city coyote with rabies? One mean ass Santa?”

“I got lost” Remy mumbled back as they sat down in the driver’s seat. Their eyes darted around the car “You got any like water in here? Or like liquid? Liquid...wow...that’s a weird fucking word”

He stared at them like he’d just seen a squirrel bite through their brain “You told me you were going to get coffee dude! Shouldn’t you be the one with liquid”

“I did...Yeah uh sorry gal like the coffee shop was like tots closed ‘cause of like........moldy beans and like the food shop was also closed...mold....real dangerous girlie. Sorry”

They turned the key and started the car while randomly pressing down onto the pedal making the car bump forward a little.

“So where you wanna like go-”

“Do you think I’m stupid” Remus interrupted.

“Of course not! I love your brain! It’s a beautiful bloody brain! You know like a bunch of shit”

“Why’re you treating me like I got my brain in my ass then! Are you okay?”

Remy pressed their hands against the car wheel and gulped “Of course girl. I’m newly single, getting like tooots that post break up glow for real. I’m better than ever!”

“You know I’ve been to rehab and last time I checked my eyes hadn’t been pecked out by birds. Remy I am not blind-”

“It’s fine”

Remus looked at them while they continued to stare out through the front window “.....If you say so, I’ll believe you. ‘Cause you’re my friend and frankly I got no other options. I want to trust you”

“I’m all good thanks” They bit out.

“.....Okay...Okay..if you say so”

They moved the wheel and the car started to move in jumpy bursts of engine power. It swayer back and forth over the road as Remy drove. They’d played mario kart a few times and Virgil had let them try out his car every now and then, even if that was just across a parking lot.

They looked over to their friend who was still sitting with his arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed together. They made a sudden swerve into another street and made the car go faster. Remus yelped a bit and tensed, still grimacing.

Remy had thought he'd like the adventure of driving dangerously. They parsed their lips to say so but the words died on their tongue.

"RED LIGHT!" Remus yelled, eyes suddenly wide and every single muscle in his body tensed.

The car was already halfway over the line when Remy kicked their foot down onto the brake making the car make such a sudden stop both of them got knocked forward.

A truck followed by several cars drove past them. Remy stared out at them as laughter started to trickled up from their throat. Their fingertips felt fuzzy as they turned to their friend and moved their hand to playfully bump his arm.

Remus flinched away from their touch. He was pressing himself against the car door to be as far away as he could. His legs were pressed together so hard his thighs shook from tension.

For a moment he looked at them with foggy eyes, as if he was seeing someone else. before he blinked it away and simply looked away from them again.

The light turned green. Remy drove down the street, their eyes started to go blurry so they squinted to see. Randomly going down off shot roads until they saw a truck stop, one of those with a little shop connected to it. In this case a 7/11.

Remy parked the car crookedly across two parking spaces. They wordlessly got out of the car. Remus didn’t even have time to ask where they were going. He sat up in his seat and got worried they weren’t going to come back.

It took a few minutes before Remy suddenly opened the car door again and leaned into the car, their hand against the seat and their other hand holding out a glass bottle to Remus.

“I’m sorry” Remy said “My fav snotball I’ve been like tots a jerk all day. Wanna smash some shit? Like this bottle? It’s good to get anger out right?- You don’t gotta forgive me or nothing and you get to feel what you feel. I just don’t wanna just like leave while we’re both feeling like shit”

“I’m not angry” Remus muttered back.

“I won’t be mad if you’re angry. Like girlie I- Y’know Viv would like accuse me of calling him like abusive and stuff if I ever seemed even annoyed. I get it. Anger isn’t bad I think. Probably. Your anger couldn’t be bad”

Remus glanced at them. He did an extra pout which made Remy chuckle before he let up into a small smile as he took the bottle.

“I found some more like behind the store” Remy said. Remus followed closely behind them. Their walk was stumbling and their upper body was swaying, as if they were constantly tripping over something only they could see.

The back of the store was brick wall overgrown with moss with some trashcans, pallets and broken glass. Remy made little “Whoop-Whoop” noises to hype him up.

Remus puffed up his chest and tapped his feet into the ground while moving his arms like he was about to throw a basketball. When he heard his friend, his crush, laugh his chest felt warm.

The bottle shattered against the bricks as both of them yelled in excitement. They high fived each other and Remy quickly handed him another bottle. He didn’t even hesitate about throwing it. His bottle and the bottle Remy threw hit the wall at almost the exact same time.

The glass pieces scattered down onto the concrete. Remus stomped over and jumped onto them to make them shatter even more. The crunchy sounds made him happy stim.

He waved his hand to make Remy come over but they flinched. Flinched violently. They covered their head with their hands and made themselfs look smaller. Remus realized he was still holding a bottle, for a second it must have looked like he was throwing it.

“I’m okay!” They quickly assured “Just reflexes!”

Remus still rushed to their side “You sure?”

“Suppppper duppper sure babe” Their expression soured and their muscles stayed tensed “Actually if anything I’m feeling kinda pissed” They took the bottle from Remus “That I’ve even had to be on edge oveR FUCKING BOTTLES BEING THROWN AT ME!”

The bottle shattered against the wall. The sound of the glass mixed with Remy’s laughter.

“Augh girrrl! That felt great! You should try it”

They handed Remus a bottle and patiently waited for him to throw it. Maybe hear him rattle out some gorey idea about how his abuser’s brain would look shattered.

Instead he stared at the bottle loosely laying in his hand. Until he started to tremble and his eyes got that blurry look again. Remy did not touch him but they did lay their finger against the bottle to show they could take it.

“Hey. Hey. don’t force yourself. You don’t have to” Remy reminded.

He dropped the bottle and it shattered between their shoes.

“Anger’s not gonna be like always good for healing” They continued “I getcha I getcha. I’m just- It’s easy to get angry at a man who abused his tiny kid y’know! I got it easy! I mean I couldn’t.....I can barely even dislike Viv...Or think he’s wrong. I getcha”

“anger is so overwhelming” Remus mumbled out “It fills my entire body”

“Do you still like destroying shit?”

He nodded.

“Wanna keep doing that?”

He nodded.

“Alrighty girlie. I promise I’m gonna. I know today with the car. I’m gonna try to like not assume that you’re like able to...to like disagree. I’m gonna- I am Really gonna try to ask you beforehand like this. That sound good?”

He nodded.

“Hug?” He fluttered his eyelids a little while opening his arms.

“Course!!”

Remy melted into his embrace. The curls running down his neck tickled their nose. For that short time his smell of spoiled milk and rat piss smelled the same as heaven.

Remus smiled before noticing how they felt a bit heavier than usual. He leant back from the hug and Remy instantly fell over. He managed to hold onto them enough so they were half upright. Their legs seemed to have given out and he only now noticed just how much paler they looked.

“Oh wow” They chuckled out “I hadn’t like noticed how tired I was till I got to like calm down”

“You haven’t eaten. I haven’t eaten. Bitch we’re tearing down the 7/11 right now”

“Lead the way pissboy!”

Remus kept his arm around them as they walked into the 7/11. It was a bit awkward since the cashier stared at them with incredibly judgement as they had heard every single bottle. He sat Remy down on one of the chair’s next to the newspapers stacks and pinboard.

Right before walking away he whispered into their ear “...I do want to be able to get angry at him some day...I wanna be angry together with you....I think I’d like that...”

He went to look for coffee and breakfast, maybe just a bit of candy teeth. Remy leant their head in their hands and sighed. Everything was fuzzy and they felt like they were going to puke just at the smell of food. Though they had the urge to puke most of all so that the stomach acid would hurt their throat. Their thoughts went on about how they were hurting Remus, and everyone else for that matter, and that he would be better off without them. What if they made him relapse!!! What if they were abusive after all!! What if! What if! What if!

Remy tried to push the thoughts out and stared at the pinboard to distract themself. There was a flyer on the pinboard for the spring opening of the local art-park and another for a karaoke night at the gay bar. It was like a tiny and very tired little lamp lit up above Remy’s head.

“...Do you think Remus would still wanna hang out with me?” They looked around for you and relaxed a little when you appeared next to them “I dunno...maybe I could ask Janus along as well? I don’t know if they would like the art stuff or the like bar more? I really...I really don’t wanna mess this up with him....I like him....I really really like him” They squeezed their eyes shut “Ugh my head hurts”

#thanks for the ask!#now we will never see another car again!!!#sanders sides #mini fic #glow eyes

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Feral Possession: Chapter 6

You Terrible Thing

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~3.5k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Grimmjow being a Terror, Threats of Bodily Harm, Blood and Injury

Summary: The tables turn in Wynter's favor even more.

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Masterlist | Chapter 6:

Working on my laptop, I was trying to catch up on the work the demon had interrupted. Dagur was curled up underneath the desk and sleeping soundly as it was quiet....for now. The project I was currently working on was editing and giving notes on a client's book before they published it. I had most of the book already gone through, so only a few chapters were left to go over. However, it was looking like the ending was going strong.

The beginning of the book had started out rather weak, so I'd left a note to try for a better hook. Though, as the chapters progressed, the work was taking better form.

I was also writing my own book in my free time, but I was currently a bit stuck, so it was on hold.

By the time I reached the end of the book and submitted the notes, the sun was setting outside, and I groaned while knowing who would be showing up. Rubbing my forehead, I only wanted to eat dinner and go to sleep in peace. And, as if on cue when I was thinking about it, the office door burst open.

"Time to get my power back, you little shit!" The demon was grinning. "We got until midnight, or I gotta wait until the next fucking full moon."

"What the Hell are you talking about?"

"You really don't know shit, do you?"

"I didn't even know demons were real until you came along. Didn't know my uncle was an exorcist, either."

"When I told you to go clockwise when releasing my body, did you think I said it out of preference?" He was looking at me like I was stupid. "To break seals, certain conditions must be met. The stronger the seal, the more conditions. That, or you just bust through the fucking thing with brute force."

"Which you can't since your power is sealed, and I can't because I don't know what the Hell I'm doing."

"Right." He strolled over and placed his hands on the desk while looking at me. "You're gonna need a knife, and your mutt."

"No, the fuck I'm not." I snarled, slamming my hands on the desk while standing.

"Kidding, kidding. Relax." Glaring at the demon, he only smirked at me in return. "However, you will have to bleed again."

"What is it this time? Another secret room in my house that I don't know about? Do I gotta do the stupid hokey-pokey while gutting a chicken?"

"Okay, you fucking smartass." His expression went flat before his eyes narrowed. "It's a book in this room."

"You're kidding."

"No. Old fucker sealed my power in a book. You need to destroy it to release my power."

"Okay, but you said I had to bleed again."

"You need to bleed on the book to weaken the seal. Shit, do I have to explain everything to you?"

"Some of it, yeah."

"Just get the damn book."

"How am I even supposed to know which one it is?" He looked to be thinking, then grabbed my wrist to drag me around the desk. He pulled me over to the bookshelf tucked between two windows. "There are times the hair on the back of your neck stands on end when I'm around, right?" He questioned and my brows furrowed. "Don't look at me like that and answer the fucking question."

"Yeah."

"That was happening before I even had my physical body, meaning you were sensing my projection."

"Why can't you just tell me which book it is?"

"Because I want to see if you can actually do this." Sighing through my nose, I let him raise my hand toward the shelf. "I know what I tasted, Little Rabbit. You've got something dormant, and I want it active."

"Wouldn't that make it easier for me to get rid of you?"

"Even if you send me to Hell, your soul is still mine."

"And if I kill you?" He burst into laughter.

"Like you ever fucking could. Now, shut up and concentrate." His ear twitched as his gaze drifted to the books. "Don't try to look for something different, it's meant to blend in."

"Wait....are there other demon powers sealed in here, too?"

"A few."

"What?!"

"Don't give a shit about them, focus on finding mine." He pushed my hand toward the books. Slowly sliding my fingers over the spines, I wasn't sure what I was expecting to happen.

"Wanna tell me why Dagur isn't barking?"

"He's sleeping, dumbass."

"Yeah, but you usually wake him up, dipshit."

"I'm not a threat right now."

"Wha- Oh, shit!" I hissed while jerking my hand back from the shelf. A devilish grin played onto the demon's lips as he looked at me.

"You felt it, didn't you, Little Rabbit?" He pushed my hand back toward the shelf. "Get the damn book. If you don't, you'll be breaking our deal." His other hand slid over my shoulder to press his claws to my neck. "You wouldn't want to break our deal. I mean, unless you want me to maul you for every time you pissed me off."

I grabbed the dark brown book from the shelf. It was thick and looked to be a seasonal foraging manual. However, holding the book felt awful. It made me feel sick with rage.

I saw there was actually a small padlock on the book, which was unusual to say the least. Though, knowing what was stored inside, it made sense. I turned to the demon, and he hopped back.

"Careful! Shit, you trying to burn me?" He growled.

"No, but I will if you keep being a dick."

"Just take it outside."

"How am I supposed to destroy this, exactly?"

"Burn it in moonlight."

"Right." I sighed while going for the door. "'Cause that's the obvious thing to do." I grumbled under my breath. Grabbing a lighter from the kitchen, I then went to the backyard with the demon trailing after me. I set the book down in the firepit before he grabbed my hand and cut my palm with his claw. "Ow! Fuck! A head's up would've been nice."

"Shut up and bleed." He held my hand over the book, and as my blood dripped onto the cover, it began to sizzle as smoke rose up. Using my other hand to rub my forehead, I wasn't going to try to logic this because it was clearly beyond what I understood. I could only chalk it up to....well....magick.

The demon held my hand over the book until it stopped hissing and steaming. He licked my hand to heal to wound, making me cringe.

"So gross." I muttered before raising the lighter. "This seems a bit anti-climactic."

"You just bled on a sizzling book in a pit in your backyard. What more do you want?"

"I'm not wanting anything, this just seems a bit easy if this is all it takes to break the seals on you, O' Powerful One." The demon smacked me upside the head. "Ow!"

"It's only easy because you're a blood relative of the exorcist that made the seal. If you weren't, this would be much more complicated."

"Wait, seriously?" My brows furrowed, and the demon put his hands on his hips while closing his eyes and clenching his jaw.

"Yes. Seriously. Even if you don't know what you're doing, Blood Magick is the strongest type of magick. Because of that, it's the go-to magick in sealing powerful demons."

"So all I have to do is burn the book now?" I waved the lighter in my hand, and the demon glanced at the sky.

"Yeah."

"....What exactly will happen once I do this?"

"I become whole again. Though, because of you, I'll still be stuck in this stupid fucking house." He snarled with his face close to mine. "There's no turning back now, Little Rabbit. You made a deal."

"I know." I said bitterly before lighting the book in the pit on fire. At first, the fire looked normal enough, but as the book burned more, it began to change colors and rise higher. The demon next to me began to chuckle, and it sounded deep and sinister.

I needed to figure out how to send this evil bastard back to Hell. If Uncle Jordan was an exorcist and sealed powers in his office library....surely he must also have books on how to do that stuff as well. Right? I wasn't sure I could exactly just stroll into the public library and ask for books on exorcism and magick.

I flinched when the chuckling turned into loud, maniacal laughter. The demon looked absolutely mad as wind swirled around him, whipping his hair around as a faint blue glow covered his skin. I heard Dagur barking, and dogs in the neighborhood began to howl and viciously bark as well. I knew I had fucked up days ago, but looking at the demon laughing so loudly in the moonlight only doubled that feeling.

I really needed to find a way to send this fucker back to Hell.

Those feral, blue eyes locked on me as the demon had a huge grin on his face. The wind died down, as did the glow, and the fire returned to a normal flame eating away at the book. The demon advanced on me, but I quickly stepped back until I stumbled over the outdoor furniture. The blunder only seemed to amuse the demon more before he set a paw onto my chest and pushed me down on the ground.

"Little Rabbit," His voice was low as he stepped on me and placed his hands on his hips. He bent forward while narrowing his eyes at me. "I know what you're thinking. But you won't be able to do it. Not now that I have my power back." He pushed down on me harder, making the retractable claws in his paw shoot out and prick through the fabric of my shirt. "You know nothing of exorcisms. You know nothing of demons. You're going to die failing to do what you planned, I'm going to take your soul, and then I'm going to fucking tear this town apart."

"There's power in a true name, right?" I questioned while looking up at the demon as my hands balled into fists. "You think I wouldn't pay attention to the book? I'm not stupid, Grimmjow." The demon froze, and his features twisted into the angriest look I'd ever seen on him. "Get off me." He looked to be struggling with how jerky his movements were, but his paw lifted from my chest.

Pushing myself up, I stood and looked the demon in the eye as he was growling at me. I took a deep breath through my nose while trying to calm down.

"I may not know how to do any of that yet, but I've got your name and our deal. And having those things gives me the time I need to learn. Killing you may be impossible, I don't even fucking know, but one of these days I will send your ass back to Hell. I will do what my uncle couldn't. And you know what else? Tonight you are going to let me sleep in peace, Grimmjow."

The demon flexed his claws while snarling, looking pissed off while his fangs were close to my face. He was twitchy as if he was trying to pounce but was unable to. Tightening my fists, I walked around him and went inside.

Enjoying my breakfast and coffee, I was honestly feeling good after having an actual night's rest. No singing, no objects being knocking over, no demon laughing like a hellion and taunting me through the night. Yui and Gary would also be coming over for a day of movies and relaxing, which was just what I needed.

From experience, it was clear the demon was more of a nocturnal creature, so during the day would be fine to have guests. I would have preferred going to one of their places, but I didn't want to leave Dagur here alone with that feline bastard for that long. Even if I compelled Grimmjow to leave Dagur alone, I didn't feel comfortable leaving the two of them together.

There was a knock at the front door, and I was about to get up to answer it but froze when a blue-haired man strolled into view. It was the demon, but he looked human. All of his markings were gone save for the ones under his eyes, and his hair was even short. And he was wearing a pair of my boxers and nothing else.

He didn't even look at me as he walked past, and I dropped my fork out of shock as he opened the front door. The demon placed a hand on his hip while looking down at Yui who went bug-eyed at the man in front of her.

"Who are you?"

"Uuuhhh...." Yui's mouth hung open, and it was then that I came back to my senses.

"Grimmjow! Go put some pants on!" I slammed my hands down on the island I was eating at. He clicked his tongue but looked at me with a smirk while going back into the hall.

"You, uh, didn't mention having a new partner, Wynter." Yui rose her brows at me while entering the house. She closed the door behind herself before taking her shoes off.

"It's not like that." I said quickly.

"FWB?"

"Goodness, no."

"So a booty call?" Yui quirked up a brow while gesturing to the hallway Grimmjow had disappeared down.

"No. Look, it's nothing like that." I took a large drink of my coffee. "He....needed a place to crash. I'm just letting him use one of the spare rooms."

"You at least know him, right? This isn't some Craigslist-"

"Yui, please." I sighed as she leaned on the island.

"What? I'm just making sure you're being careful."

"I am."

"How long have you known him? You never mentioned a blue-haired hottie to me." Her eyes drifted to the hallway again, and I wanted to throw something at the demon.

"He's....a friend of my uncle's. And don't even think about it, Yui. He's an absolute dickhead."

"Shame." Dagur came barreling in, wiggling around as he went to circle Yui's legs. "Hey, handsome! Have you been a good boy? Yeah? Of course, you have!" She gushed while bending over and petting the dog. As she went down, I saw the demon standing in the hallway while leaning on the corner with his hands shoved into the pockets of the sweatpants he wore.

He was grinning at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He was going to try and start shit, wasn't he? I shot a glare at the demon, but he went unfazed.

"Do you know when Gary gets here?" Yui asked, and Grimmjow's face soured.

"He should be here any minute."

"What are you guys gonna do?" The demon spoke up, startling Yui.

"Watch movies and pig out." I replied.

"Sounds....entertaining."

"You can join if you want." Yui waved her hand. "The more, the merrier, right, Wynter?" She turned to me, and Grimmjow got a shit-eating grin again.

"....Right."

"Then I guess I will." Turning away from the demon, I scrunched my eyes closed while rinsing off my dishes. I could only guess the new human form and cockiness to come out in front of other people was connected to him getting his power back. He wouldn't have to play as careful as before.

Setting the dishes into the dishwasher, it was then that there was another knock at the door.

"I'll get it." Grimmjow sounded eager as he quickly walked over to the door. 'Please don't call him piss-boy, please don't call him piss-boy.' I mentally panicked as the door opened and the demon leaned against the frame. Gary's eyes widened at the man giving him a dirty look. "The fuck do you want?"

"Uuhh.... I'm here for the movie marathon."

"Mm. Wynter, your little boyfriend is here." Grimmjow swung back to look at me. Sighing, I rubbed my forehead.

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Yeah, well, maybe if you got laid, you wouldn't be so damn cranky." He popped off. and I just threw the nearest thing at him. Grimmjow burst into wild laughter and easily caught the apple. "I'm only teasing, relax." He bit into the red fruit before losing interest in Gary and wandering over to the couch. Instead of going around, he just placed his hand on the back of it before hopping over and landing on the cushion.

"You weren't kidding." Yui muttered with raised brows. Gary gave me an expecting look, wanting an explanation.

"He's temporarily crashing here, feel free to ignore him."

"....Right. So, I brought some movies to start us off." Gary began to dig in the bag hanging at his side while closing the door with his heel. Grimmjow loudly bit into the apple again as Gary set the movies onto the island.

Today was going to be exhausting. I just knew it.

Falling face-first into bed, I heavily sighed while groaning. Grimmjow kept antagonizing Gary like a damn pest, trying to rile up the man and start a fight. Whether it was to get back at him for the times he'd interrupted the demon, or because he just wanted to pick a fight, he nearly succeeded if Gary had any less self-control.

The only time that damn demon was quiet was when he was eating.

"Aw, is the poor little rabbit tired?" I looked up to see the man crouched on the edge of the bed while looking down at me.

"Tired of your shit."

"And to think you have so many more years left of this." He rubbed his chin while grinning. "Think you can handle it?"

"Grimmjow, sit." He nearly fell off the bed as he tried to fight the pressure I knew was forcing him down.

"You fucker." He growled at me while sitting on the bed now.

"You could make this easier for both of us if you stopped acting like a prick."

"It'd be easier for me if you stopped being a pain in the ass."

"You were nicer before I even knew you were here."

"Yeah, well, too bad. I'm here."

"If I compelled you to go to Hell, would it work?"

"No. You don't have the kind of power to do that."

"....But it's possible?"

"Not for a demon of my caliber. You might be able to compel lower levels if you have their name, but not me."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"You can try it. Won't work."

"You know what, what the Hell kind of power do you keep going on about me having?"

"You have a lot of spiritual power. My guess is inherited with your uncle being an exorcist. And before you ask, yes, spiritual power is what's needed to fight and exorcise demons. Those with high power levels are usually targeted by demons to feed on their souls, or they learn to use that power to go after demons."

"God, this is so fucking wild." I sighed while rubbing a hand over my face. Dagur hopped up on the bed and sniffed around before coming up between the demon and I. I thought the dog would lay down next to me, but he instead turned his attention to the blue-haired man.

Watching closely, it looked as if Grimmjow's tiny eyebrows furrowed even more as he stared at the dog sniffing at his hand. Dagur then raised his head, tail wagging before he licked the demon's face from chin to forehead. My eyes widened at seeing how the demon tensed and his face twisted.

Grimmjow lowly growled before baring his teeth at Dagur, making the heeler yelp and back away.

"Hey!" I shoved the demon back, making him fall off of the bed.

"Who the fuck do you think you are pushing me?!" The demon shot up and grabbed me by the front of my shirt. Dagur began to bark warnings until the demon turned on him and roared with his eyes flashing black. Dagur sped back out of the room.

"The fuck is wrong with you?! Leave my dog alone!"

"Did you not see what that mutt just did to me?!"

"He's just trying to be nice, you asshole." I snarled and grabbed Grimmjow's jaw to make him look at me instead of the way Dagur had run. "You don't fucking go after my dog. You don't growl at my dog. You don't even so much as give my dog a dirty look, do you fucking understand me?" The demon looked surprised with the vicious tone I had. "Dagur is off-limits. Hurt him, and I'll make your life here just like Hell. Nod if you understand."

His brows furrowed more as he looked at me but slowly nodded.

"Good." I let his jaw go, but he still held the front of my shirt. There was a second pause before he let me go, then wandered out of the room.

#Feral Possession #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach #bleach fanfic #oc x canon #nonbinary character #demon/exorcist au #orange #minors dni #Wolf does fanfic

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puckermack · 2 years

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text | sack

Sugar: You were right or whatever

Mack: The I told you so isn't even satisfying. It's just sad.

Sugar: Can you just act like it is anyways?

Mack: No

Sugar: cool

Mack: But hey, this means you did the thing. You talk to Aussie yet or you gonna avoid them until one of you breaks down and texts the other cos you're sad?

Sugar: why are you so mean

Mack: Because the pair of you text everyday and I can tell by the frequency of texts I got from them today that they weren't texting you. I may not always respond, but I see your texts, I know when they come through and how frequent they come through under various circumstances,.

Sugar: so you’re just a feeling stalker

Mack: no, that's creepy

Sugar: you keep track of our texts

Sugar: are you like a love doctor or something?

Mack: I can just tell when one or the other of you is busy because whoever isn't texts me MORE

Sugar: Are you jealous?

Mack: No. I'm very much happy with my life.

Sugar: Happy for you

Sugar: I guess

Mack: Okay then

Sugar: I'm not texting you anymore until tomorrow

Sugar: today

Sugar: LATER

Mack: M'kay

Sugar: if someone is being weird do you keep texting them

Sugar: or do you not keep texting them

Mack: Uh, depends on the kind of weird

Sugar: Maybe im just drunk and senstive

Mack: Well you're definitely both, but what's going on?

Sugar: Austyn just doesnt want to talk to me anymore

Mack: Oh so THAT'S what I just watched happen on their stream.

Mack: But also, they seemed pretty off the whole night, like they weren't really feeling too well, so I think it might just be that they're dealing with some stuff unrelated to you, and then you on top of it kinda just became too much.

Mack: I'd say give them til tomorrow afternoon or evening, if they don't text you, text them.

Sugar: what kind of stuff?

Mack: No idea. They haven't mentioned anything, but they didn't seem fully present tonight, like something was on their mind.

Sugar: wtf is that supposed to mean

Sugar: why wouldn't they tell us

Sugar: if its their stupid mom i'm literally going to scream sing in her face until she cries like a baby

Mack: Raven would snap you like a twig and I'd be stuck dealing with the aftermath of Aussie. No thank you.

Mack: As for why, I don't know, maybe it's not something they're comfy talking about right now. Gods know a full moon in scorpio is a weird ass time to begin with, but adding a lunar eclipse onto it... oof.

Sugar: bruh

Sugar: what

Mack: Full moons are an ending of things. Scorpio is sexual and transformative energy, and eclipses are revealing what's hidden. Fuck only knows what Aussie is feeling, especially given everything else currently going on with them.

Mack: Honestly, a lot has happened recently that makes hella sense when you consider the full moon.

Sugar: do you think my mom would be so mad if i called her to come get me?

Mack: Probably.

Sugar: ugh

Sugar: Do you think I'd look good wearing non slip shoes?

Mack: Explain?

Sugar: i think you have to wear those to flip shoes

Sugar: flip burgers

Mack: Ah. I mean, statistically it is a good idea to.

Mack: But no one looks good flipping burgers. So I don't think it matters.

Sugar: even super hot people would look bad?

Mack: It is a very unflattering job.

Sugar: most jobs are unflattering

Sugar: all jobs

Mack: Not true.

Sugar: FOR ME

Sugar: My dad will never lose his job so I will never lose my money and if he loses his job he's dead and there will be bigger problems

Mack: ... okay then

Sugar: KNSAFCKLNZX

Mack: I'm lost

Sugar: water is fo so far away ;p;

Mack: Do you need me to come up and stay with you for the night?

Sugar: what if you steal my blankets?

Mack: I won't, I'll bring my own.

Sugar: okay, yeah, and squsih

Mack: I won't bring Akina, she's too big, but I'll bring yours back.

Mack: I'll be up in a few minutes.

Sugar: thanks moe

Mack: Always, princess.

#long post #i: sugar motta #t: sugar motta #t: all

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Love and Other Lies Pt.1

Pairing: Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Reader

Series: Cobra Kai (Starts at the end of season 2)

Pt.: 1/? (Pt. 2)

Summary: During Moon’s party Hawk needs a girlfriend fast and you get dragged into his lie. (Starts during the end of season 2)

Word Count: 932

A/N: I’m still a bit new to writing fanfic and I’m completely new to writing in second person so if you see first person style pop up it was b/c of habit and I probably missed it when rereading. :/. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!

Moon’s house was filled with music, chatter, and alcohol. Almost every upperclassmen was there, groups scattered around the property, chatting or playing drinking games. At least one was already passed out, you could see him from where you were sitting.

The call of your name brought your focus back to the game you were playing with some friends. “Wanna play again?” you were asked but you shook your head, “I think I’ll sit this round out,” you replied. “Then could you get me a refill?” One of them spoke up and you feigned an annoyed sigh toward Demetri as you unfolded your legs and stood up from your spot on the floor. “Thank you” he said when he handed you the red plastic cup then joined back in the game. You hummed with a nod and made your way over to the kitchen island.

You forgot to ask what he’d been drinking so you went with the likely answer.

Beer.

You poured yourself some too in a new cup then walked around the island and back towards your little group. You’d made it as far as the fireplace, as you walked you overheard a conversation, it was a voice you immediately recognized, “-was just grabbing us drinks”. That was when you felt a tug on your arm and you were pulled against someone’s side. You gasped softly in surprise and made sure you hadn’t spilled anything. You smiled when you saw Moon and Piper, assuming you were just grabbed by one of your other friends. “Thanks babe,” that familiar voice spoke once again and you realized who’d grabbed you. One of the cups was taken from your hands. You finally looked at him and your fear was confirmed, it was Hawk. “Oh… you too look cute together,” Moon smiled, you did the opposite. “Wh-,” you started to speak but you felt the grip on your arm tighten, it wasn’t painful but you took it as a warning. It seemed that Moon could sense something off but she didn’t quite catch on to your confusion. “Well, enjoy the party you two, I’m gonna go introduce Piper to some more people,” she said then her and Piper walked away.

You pulled your arm from the boys grasp and turned toward him. “Care to explain why we look ‘Cute together?’” you questioned. “Because I told her we’re dating,” he replied casually. “But we’re not-,” he yanked your arm once more as he pulled you into a nearby hallway. “Listen, just pretend for the rest of the party okay? We can say we both got into a fight and broke up by the end of the night,” he spoke and you raised an eyebrow. “And why would I do that?” He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and held out a few folded bills. You contemplated for a second, only Moon and Piper thought you both were a couple, this would be easy. “Okay yeah I’ll do it,” you took the cash and stuck it into the pocket of your shorts.

The rest of the night went by smoothly, your agreement didn’t even require you to hang out with Hawk all night. Just telling Moon you both were dating was good enough. That was until another student asked you about Hawk about an hour later. Word had gotten around fast, though you shouldn’t have been surprised, you were in a house full of teenagers.

Luckily, you didn’t think the news had made its way to Demetri and if it did he might be too drunk to remember given the announcement he was about to make in front of the crowd. “Shit,” you cursed, that boy was going to get himself killed. You heard Hawk’s voice as you pushed your way through the crowd, “You’re a corpse!” Students of the two local dojos began arguing but before any fists could be thrown, sirens went of followed by the words “Cops!”

The crowd quickly scattered and somehow you’d lost Demetri during the second you looked away from him. You ran out a side door and stumbled when yet again you were grabbed, this time by your wrist. It was Hawk again, “Are you trying to dislocate my arm?” He ignored your question with a roll of his eyes. “This way,” he led you into a small wooded area where a few boys were hopping onto motorbikes and speeding off.

Hawk held out a helmet and you shook your head, “Yeah no, I’ll walk,” you spoke. “Its late, you shouldn’t walk home by yourself,” he pleaded. “Then walk me home, I’m not getting on that, especially when we’ve both been drinking,” you explained and began your trek home. You heard a frustrated sigh and heard the crunching of dry grass being pushed down from the weight of the bike. He easily caught up pushing the bike alongside himself, “Why do you suddenly want to look after me? Aren’t we broken up?” you questioned. “About that…,”

I shook my head, “Oh no, this was a one time thing,” “Everyone knows now,” he pointed out and you both stayed toward the dimly lit part of the sidewalk as a cop drove by. “And we’ll just tell everyone that we broke up, like we agreed,” you stated.

“Then let’s make a new agreement, I can give you more money,” You shook your head, “I don’t want more money, if I do agree to do this, and I haven’t yet, you’ll have to do something for me, and we’ll have to go over some conditions.”

“Alright, whatever you want, we’ll talk tomorrow at lunch,”

#cobra kai x reader #cobra kai #hawk moskowitz #hawk x reader #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz #cobra kai season two spoilers #eli hawk moskowitz #jacob bertrand #x reader #my fics #hawk cobra kai

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bluecookies02 · 3 years

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I've been having a hyperfixation on face fucking lately, so If you could do any character with that I'd literally cry my eyes out. I love your work so much and I've been binging it for days!!!❤️‍🔥

!oh absolutely, I'm glad you're enjoying the blog!

>disclaimer:all acts are consensual unless stated othervise<

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Dᴀʙɪ, Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ, Sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ, Aɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ

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Dᴀʙɪ: (cw: squirting, overstim)

He'll fuck you until you're trembling, just begging for him to cum already, throat soar from whining on his cock for hours on end.

Dabi can last long, sometimes too long. He'll have you twitching and crying, squirming when his thumb meets your clit again. It's not like he didn't cum either, he probably filled you up once or twice, dick still terribly hard but equally sore and flaming red from how long he's been slamming it in and out of your pussy. This happens when he's frustrated, generally pent up and it just happens that fucking you makes him feel better.

With one final tap to your clit, you're squirting, back arching and nails digging into your own palm, his chest getting soaked and abs glistening while they flex. He's so close, the pleasure too much that he's not even sure he can cum.

"No more! Fuck, no more" you're panting and clenching your legs shut, his cock slowly sliding out of you. Your limbs feel sore, incapable of moving another inch while you take deep breaths, hands relaxing to reveal small moon-like creases you gave to yourself.

You can feel the bed dipping and then there's a hand on your jaw, gently turning your face to the side.

"Open up" his voice is soft, but not any less demanding, his tip nudging past your lips. You open your jaw slack, closing your eyes. His length fills your mouth, your drool smearing down your lips and across your cheek before staining the sheets. His cock sinks further, filling up your throat. You try to breathe around it, gagging and spluttering but he keeps still, giving u time to fix your breathing, pulling out only a bit to let the air pass to your lungs.

"You good?" and you have to think for a moment before humming, relaxing further when his hands move to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

"I'll try to be quick...take a deep breath come one..." he coos, and you know better than to not listen to his advice. As soon as he sees your chest rising, he's slamming as far as he can go, his balls flush against your face. He's cursing and groaning, humping the depths of your throat, holding your head in place. You're coughing, thinking about reaching to grab his hand, but you decide to hold on.

"That's it, fuck that's it, so close I promise..." he rushes out, the slapping of his skin against yours speeding up. You're almost passing out but there's a deep growl, and then there are hot splashes coating the back of your throat, your mouth suddenly empty while you swallow what you can, coughing out what wouldn't go down. He helps you up, a hand petting your back. You clean the mix rushing down your chin with the back of your wrist, palm opening up to catch the spit falling from your lips.

It takes you a few minutes and Dabi waits, an apologetic look on his face while he watches you struggle. You can speak up but you terribly want to, words coming out scrambled and broken up. Dabi's hand holds your cheek, letting you nuzzle against it.

"Too far?" he asks, worried. His warm hand finds your throat, trying to ease some of the pain with his quirk, suiting your muscles.

You try to shake your head "no". It was almost too much, dangerously close to it too, but your heart is full, body relaxing while Dabi takes care of you, cleaning you up and tucking you against his chest. After a few minutes, you're not sure if you fell asleep or not but you open your eyes, watching the way Dabi's fingers dance across your arm. You move it just a bit until your fingers interlace with his, falling back into the daze and eventually falling asleep

Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ: (cw: none)

He's very rough but also very scared to hurt you.

Making him do anything unsafe is close to impossible and you respect that, you do. However you never saw him losing his mind, you never saw him fully letting go and fuck is it tempting. Even when he's angry he's still cautious. You fucked him silly but never fucked him stupid.

Finally, he's laying on his back, moving the hair from your face while you suck him off, saying dirty shit that makes you squeeze your legs together. Your hands are plastered over his meaty thighs, squeezing and gripping as you work him down your throat. He's timing your breathing, pulling you off every once in a while to let you rest.

"Relax" you whisper, circling your tongue over his flushed tip, flattening it against the slit while you look at him through your eyelashes. You're confident, and he caves quickly, letting you do your thing when he rests his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes.

You worship his cock, kissing and mouthing every inch, massaging the drool into his balls and squeezing every so often. He's not particularly loud during those, apart from the occasional praise he gives, humming to let you know you're making him feel good. You're going too slow and he's oh so gently raising his hips to meet your mouth, feet digging into the mattress. You keep him desperate, slipping your lips on and off his cock, watching him fuck the air each time his cock gets exposed to it, chasing the warmth of your throat.

It's not until you mumble a demanding "Go on" that you take him all the way in, waiting for him to move. He's not doing anything for a while, until he gets the memo, carefully rolling his hips, bucking off the bed. You're humming, throat vibrating each time he goes a little harder, urging him on. It takes a few minutes for him to let go and get into the rhythm, sloppily fucking your throat, eyes half-lidded to watch you. He didn't know he would get so terribly horny by watching you struggle, eyes glossy, the choking sound making him want to go harder, slam it down your throat until your eyes roll back into your head. He can't keep his mind from wandering, swallowing up by the image, feeling the coil in his stomach start to unroll.

You briefly put your hands on his hips, stroking his sides and following the motion of his thrusts, bobbing your head to meet him halfway. You can feel him twitch in your mouth, and when he breathes out "cumm-ghh" you pull off a bit, the first wave of cum falling on your tongue, a few smaller ones following soon after.

Aɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ:(cw:facesitting)

Your pussy is spread open, gushing and leaking onto his tongue while you jerk his cock, pumping the length in your hand with great care, movement slowed down so that you can selfishly roll your hips just right, thighs squeezing his head.

He keeps you open with his thumbs, nose buried in your cunt as he laps at your clit, suckling and twirling the nub in his mouth. He's grabbing fistfuls of your ass, trying to get all of your weight on him, pawing and kneading at it, a disapproving huff rushing through his muffled lips. You decide to indulge him dropping all your weight, chest bubbly to hear his satisfied groan, veins of his cock twitching in your palm.

You open your mouth vide, swallowing around his length with practiced ease, your hand moving from his base once it's fully inside. Like on cue, his strong muscular legs hook around your neck, pressing until your nose is mushed against his balls. A small part of you is thankful that he always takes thorough showers after training, but an embarrassingly large one wants to be consumed by the disgusting sweaty musk you can only imagine while you bury your face further between his legs.

Neither of you have much space to move, settling for just trying to reach and be closer to each other. Aizawa closes his lips over your cunt, mouth full as he swallows and gulps like he can't get enough, adrenaline pumping through him when he starts to feel a bit dizzy. You wrap your arms around his thighs, the position straining on both of your muscles, the burning sensation letting you know that you only have so much time until you're both at your limit.

Lazy rolls turn into hurried humps, your pussy chasing his tongue until it's just in the right place, tummy clenching from the surges of pleasure , His head rising off the bed so that he can press his tongue harder. You can feel your throat burning already and you get excited just by thinking about not being able to swallow food or drinks without being reminded of tonight.

He knows your body inside and out, knows that you're about to cum by the smallest movement of your hips and spine, ready to feel it so closely. He's only waiting for it, holding in his release just because he's so stuck on never cumming first, not wanting to miss you reaching your high, your moans and whines while your whole body moves and shakes, wave after wave surging to your fingertips and toes, forcing them to clench and curl.

He releases down your throat when you squeeze your legs around his ears, the first jolt of your body followed by his, cum pooling at the base of his cock. He cums like a bull, and unless your holes are plugged up, it's gonna seep out, you can't even swallow in time, gulps too big to handle, especially in a position like this one.

His legs slowly uncurl, freeing you and letting you slay down next to him. You can hear colors and you can see the sounds, mind on a beautiful vacation, not useful for a single thing. At least for half an hour.

Sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ:(cw:noncon, piss, mindbreak, humiliation, kidnapping)

He'll throw you on the ground, make you kiss his cock , make you beg to ruin your voice for weeks. He'll slap it against your cheek, smearing his tip all over your face and covering it in pre.

Pulling on your hair, forcing your lips open and already starting a quick pace. You can only try to push him away, arms too weak to do anything to help yourself. He doesn't want you to lose consciousness tho, snapping you off of his length for only a brief moment.

"Breathe whore, you're useless to me if you can't even suck a cock" you can barely breathe out of fear tho, four fingers tightening around your already bruised neck. Then he's pumping in and out of your mouth, slapping your cheek whenever you try to bare your teeth to make him flinch away, truth to be told he barely feels it he just wants an excuse to hit those plump cheeks. You hate yourself for not trying harder, but one can only have so much strength before giving up.

Your hair feels like it's gonna rip away from your skull, so you have no choice than to close your eyes and relax, slouching on the floor and letting him use your throat, hoping he'll get there faster.

He's not a fan of that, your chocked-up sounds noticeably disappearing when you find a way to get some air through your nose. It wouldn't be that easy, you should've known, two fingers stopping your airflow, causing spit to gush out of your mouth as your throat flexes and battles against his dick. He feels generous today.

It feels like you're dreaming when he finally lets you go, immediately fisting his cock in front of your face, aiming for your pretty eyes. Your eyelashes look beautiful, wet from tears, making them stand out better, more gorgeous...

He hates pretty things. He wants to defile them, make them as disgusting and monstrous as he is, the urge to ruin everything that dares be better than him.

You manage to close them in time, white painting your eyelids and forehead, some of it getting in your hair. He's finished with a sigh, tapping his tip to your lips before taking a step back. You're about to thank God that it's all over until you can feel the warmth hitting your tits, and then the smell hits you, causing you to curl up in yourself. It's not happening, there's no way in hell this is happening. You feel sick to your stomach, nails scraping against the floor until they break off, the sting not making you react at all, only focused on the sizzling sound and a satisfied moan in the background.

You lost the last ounce of dignity you had, brain shutting down while you just sit there, staring at the piss dripping down your thighs and your pussy, later hitting the floor and pooling on the cheap wood. Your eyes are wide, emotionless, robbed of the last spark they held. They're open now but you can't see a thing, everything seems to come to a stop.

You might hear the laugh before a door is slammed and locked, but you're not so sure anymore, falling unconscious in the cold room.

I pinkie promise to edit this in the morning bc my eyes r literally closing as I write. Who tf knows what I just blabbered on here but it's an adventure right. Is it gonna be a "you're/your" mess up, maybe? A plot hole...very likely. ooc...who cares, I do not believe in canon anyways😌

I feel like I made them all nut so fast but, more cummies the better I guess. ALSO ANON THANK YOU, I WOULDNT HAVE KNOW THAT THE ❤️‍🔥 EMOJI EXISTED IF IT WERENT FOR THIS ASK

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