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gabessquishytum · 1 year

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HELLO IT'S ME the pregnant anon. not like Actually pregnant but like that little. fucking hob pregnant right. yeah that anon

anyway. abo has always been my favorite trope for this kind of thing because unless they do something like what happened to lyta and her husband or unity and desire, although something like that will likely Never happen, abo is so...

whether it's intersex omega hob or Butthole womb hob it's all so... good. somewhere along the line of knowing each other, hob naturally tells dream that he's an omega and how awful it is now that he has to deal with his heat for centuries. but, he should have expected this when he was made immortal. tells dream about the lovely beta he met (eleanor) and the baby they're expecting. then the next century his scent turned into a sad and sour thing and at this point, even dream can tell! hob goes on and on about how eleanor died and his heat have become irregular.

blah blah, dream making himself an alpha so he can judge hob's mood based on his scent, never tells hob about it though. he knows every time hob's scent has turned sour or has grown stronger and sometimes, he can even tell when hob was at the end of his heat or just starting it. and man, does he have a wonderful scent around that time.

naturally in modern times they have medicine for this kind of stuff that hob happily takes, so dream is a little sad when he can't smell him as strongly anymore. but, still. he gets to smell hob more often, now that their meetings were moved to every month, then every week. when hob doesn't show up for one, dream goes to find him.

cue hob whining and begging for someone, not noticing dream just yet. and dream realizes this is what heat is like. hob's scent is ten times stronger than it usually ever is, and fuck. does he love it. soon hob starts begging for him and dream decides to just, do it. invites himself into hob's bed and kisses his tears, eases out whatever toy hob was using and eases himself in.

hob begging for a knot, knowing dream probably doesn't even have one but, oh fuck. he does. there's the all-too-familiar pressure of it against his hole and through the haze of his heat, he realizes dream is growling. something quiet, he could barely hear it over their own sounds, but it's definitely there. dream, somehow, was an alpha. could his kind even do that? but it doesn't matter!! dream is going on and on about how good of an omega hob is, how he's going to give him his knot and fuck him over and over until he's full with dream's pups. and somehow, this is exactly what hob was needing. being treated like a breeding bitch and all.

anyway. got a little overwhelmed there. showing my appreciation for abo as well ❤

-pregnant anon

I’m literally soooo happy reading this bc all of these are my favourite things!!! Scents changing with a person’s circumstances and mood!! Is so good!! Honestly the whole scent thing is one of my favourite things with abo because there’s something SO intimate about it. Like,,, Dream being able to tell the moment Hob is pregnant with their pup bc his scent has changed in just one subtle way….. yeah. Yeah. I am Feral. I’m so glad I’m not the only weirdo out here, it’s so comforting <3

#pregnant anon #dreamling #nsft #the sandman #cw omegaverse #cw pregnancy

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sandpumpkin · 2 years

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I'm new to your blog but just came across your sun, sea, scares event and am intrigued! may i request katakuri and church? or katakuri and doppelgänger!

Hallo!!! And welcome! I went with doppelgänger!! I hope this is okay! Enjoy ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

Sun, Seas, Scares

Katakuri - Doppelgänger- Trick

Having an awakened devil fruit power was required when you were a part of an emperor’s family and subsequently its crew. It helped Katakuri take full advantage of his haki and made him the strongest on his mother’s crew. He could protect his siblings

Halloween was a grand event in Whole Cake Island. As were most holiday’s. All the islands switched their themes to match the seasons and holidays. So Komugi island was currently decorated with pumpkins, skeletons, a lot of orange and red were used in the icing decorations and the smell of pumpkin and cinnamon scents filled the air.

Katakuri was doing his rounds. Everyone greeted him brightly and offered him their seasonal delicacy. It was soon time for his merienda and he headed to a more secluded area and set up his mochi-mochi-cabin and his personal chefs appeared right on cue. Coupled with the donut offers of the towns folk and his chefs, he had quite the selection today.

The chefs took their leave and left Katakuri to his solitary lunch break. Before he could even take a bite out of the first donut, Katakuri frowned deeply and rose to his feet. His haki failed him, he couldn’t decipher who had dared to invade his personal space. “Show yourself.” He growled. The sweet walls of the cabin rippled and out from the mocha walls and standing before him was an exact replica of himself. “What trick-“

“No trick. I am you. A by product of your awakened devil fruit power. So your power is my power. And your haki- our haki. Won’t work on me.” The other Katakuri mused. With a flick of his wrist, the floor beneath Katakuri sank, devouring his feet and pulling him down to his knees. “Not so tough when you can’t see what the future holds-“ The doppelgänger jumped out of the way as Katakuri broke free of the trap and flung spinning donut shaped blades at him.

“It is still my power.” He snarled. “I won't be bested by an imposter.” Katakuri snapped and lunged at his adversary, who met his attack blow for blow. The doppelgänger managed to get the upper hand when Katakuri moved to protect the tray of donuts from an attack.

“What weakness” it mused sealing Katakuri’s hands and feet giving him no chance to free himself. “The strong will survive.” The doppelgänger boasted proudly “And I have cemented myself as the superior being. You are no longer needed.” He mused, the floor of the cabin pulled Katakuri down slowly, as it also spread upwards over his body making it impossible for him to escape. “You are too soft to those weaker than you. I will show everyone what a demon we can be.” Katakuri was now neck deep in the mochi-made floor. “Farewell, old me.”

“No! I won’t-“ the doppelgänger knelt down and pulled his scarf down grinning menacingly.

“There is nothing you can do.” He rested a hand on Katakuri’s head “You were just too weak.” And pushed Katakuri under the floor, not letting go until the floor stopped rippling.

Rising to his feet. The doppelgänger removed the scarf around his neck and chucked it onto the floor letting it sink below the floor along with the discarded treats. “It is time we instilled a new fear among the people.” He looked back at the wall where Katakuri reappeared, still desperately trying to get out. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it entertaining for you.” He grinned and left the mochi building, letting the door shut with a slam, before the building sank back into the new Katakuri’s body.

#pumpkin writes #sun sea scares #charlotte katakuri #horror #one piece #doppleganger

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bluskye-27 · 2 years

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Ace X Filipino! Reader

Chapter 2: "Oh my Gulay!"

()- translation

"Are you mad?"

"No, I am not mad."

"Then why do you keep sitting on two benches away from me?"

The girl huffed at him, crossing her arms. "I am not mad."

"You sure?"

"....Yes."

"What's with the pause, then?"

"I don't know!"

"Oh, re-" Ace was then interrupted by a loud growling. Cue an embarrassed freckled man.

Amused, the girl decided to tease him back, smirking. "Oh, someone's hungry~" Ace pouted at her, shaking his head.

"I'm not- *louder growls* hungry..."

The brunette laughed at the red-faced foreigner. Toning down her laugh to quiet giggles, she pointed before her.

"Wanna eat there, then? My treat!"

......

"Woah.." Ace gawked at the vast array of food on the menu, mind-muddled as he couldn't choose what to eat. 'They all look delicious!' He turned to look at the girl beside him, silently pleading for help.

The said girl shook her head at him, smiling, "I got this, dude. Get us a table. I'll handle our order." She patted the freckled male's shoulder before sauntering to the cashier. Her companion then went to a table, pulling out his phone to take pictures that took his interest, taking a goofy selfie occasionally.

"Magandang tanghali! Ano pong gusto nilang order-in?" (Good afternoon! What would you like to order?) The peppy old woman quipped, smiling at the younger female. The latter returned the smile, "Magandang tanghali din po! Maaari po bang umorder ng...." (Good afternoon to you too! Can I order...) The girl was conflicted, after all, she doesn't know what her companion would like. "Uh..."

"Ineng, pwede gang pakibilisan? Ang daming tao, eh." (Child, can you hurry up? There's a lot of people waiting, you know.) The older woman teased, causing the girl's face to redden in embarrassment. "Ah, sige po! Paorder nga po ng..." (Ah, okay! May I order...) And the girl started to list out her order, hoping her new 'friend' would like them.

Ace looked at the girl who was ordering at the counter. 'Damn, she really looks cute with her rosy cheeks... I wonder what those luscious lips taste like?' He gulped, unconsciously licking his own slightly. He then felt a tap on his shoulders. The freckled boy quickly looked to the right where the tap came from and saw a very annoyed woman beside him.

"Hoy, ikaw! Parang namumukhaan kitang lalaki ka! Di ba ikaw yung-" (Hey, you! I think I know you from somewhere! Aren't you the one who-) Then she continued to rant, making Ace sweat in fear.

'Who was she? I don't even understand what she's saying though she looks familiar. Why is she glaring daggers at me? Hmm..' Ace trailed off, thinking to himself. His train of thoughts was soon interrupted when he heard a familiar voice. He looked behind the ranting lady to see a familiar face. His eyes lightened up when he recognized who it was, a grin replacing his previous frown.

"Uh, Miss?" Ace's girl- I mean, Ace's 'companion' decided to interrupt the pissed-off lady. "What seems to be the problem here?" She raised a brow at her, confused at the scene before her.

The woman stopped talking, turned to look at the newcomer, and sized her up.

"Well, this guy here *pointed at the surprised Ace* pushed me off the way earlier! He even stepped on my expensive shoes!" She screamed in frustration, face red in anger. "He even had the audacity to bow at me, say a simple sorry, and then run off! He didn't even try to pay back for my poor shoes!" Huffing, the lady crossed her arms, glaring at Ace.

Now everyone in the restaurant is spectating, expecting a girl fight to break out. Ha, typical Marites-es.

"Uhm, I see. I'm terribly sorry, Ma'am. But from what I have observed from your statements, my friend *gestures towards the male* already apologized. So I think this argument is unnecessary-" The angered woman then cuts the brunette off, now livid.

"EXCUSE ME? UNNECESSARY? DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH, GIRLY! AS YOU CAN SEE, YOUR STUPID BOY TOY RUINED MY GUCCI SHOES! A SIMPLE SORRY WON'T COMPENSATE FOR WHAT HE DID!"

Huffing, the brunette decided to level up her sassiness. "Uh, excuse you, Ma'am. But from what I see here, your shoes are just a poor imitation of Gucci. Heck, why does it have the word 'Cuggi' on it? Expensive? More like cheap ass shoes you got from a Divisoria."

The people watching expectantly gasped, some even doing the typical "Ooh!", knowing that the younger female was right. The lady's shoes are just an imitation. They all think it's just 200 pesos at a Divisoria, not the 20,000 pesos one.

Burning red wrinkled face caked with make-up, the woman decided to walk away, trying to harshly collide her shoulder against her victorious competitor. Her plan failed miserably due to the younger one moving out of her way. The former clicked her tongue in disdain before going out and away from her humiliating defeat.

The freckled boy was about to say something, but the girl placed her smaller hands on his shoulders and started to shake him a bit. "Hey, are you okay? Did she hurt you?" Ace's face turned red in awe and flustered at the pretty girl's concern for him. Especially on how smaller her hands are than his-

"Uh-huh, yep, mhm, I am." The girl then pulled her hands away, much to the male's dismay.

"I see. I wouldn't have to throw hands at her then!" Laughing nervously, the brunette took the seat across him, a receipt in hand. "We'll just have to wait for our order. It might take a while since I ordered a lot."

Ace nodded absentmindedly, staring into nothingness.

It took a while before their food arrived, which was just enough time for the freckled male to finally calm down, still slightly red at the tips of his ears. "Thanks. For helping, I mean." The girl merely smiled at him.

"Huh? You're welcome, dude. Don't sweat it." The brunette smiled wider at him. 'She has such a beautiful smile,' he thought to himself dreamily.

After the food arrived, the two ate the majority of their meals without much words passing between them. The only sound is the occasional chomping of food or the clinking of forks. The young brunette finished her meal, turning to look at the other, only to find him fast asleep with crumbs surrounding him. A slight chuckle escaped the girl, gently nudging the sleeping Ace to wake him up.

Said male jolted awake, immediately recognizing his surroundings. He then rubbed his head, confused. "Mmm, whaaat?" He looked around and froze once he noticed the girl sitting opposite to him. 'Why is she laughing at me? Was it because I fell asleep while eating again?'

"Uhhh, I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well last night..." 'That and I have narcolepsy,' Ace murmured guiltily, scratching his neck awkwardly. The brunette just shook her head. "You need to sleep more, man. Who knows? What if you fell asleep while eating soup, huh?" The male shivered at the thought, remembering that it had already happened to him before. "Mhm, noted." He chuckled nervously before lifting his glass of juice to drink it.

"Hmm, I'm glad I didn't order any soup. I would not know what to do without you if you drowned then" Ace looked over to see the brunette smiling at him, causing butterflies to stir inside his tummy as she winked playfully. The male blinked, feeling his cheeks heat up as he blushed, averting his eyes to gaze at the floor. 'Why am I so affected by her? She's just a stranger.' Ace inwardly shook his head at himself before clearing his throat, breaking the silence.

"So... um, who are you?" The freckled man asked casually as they were enjoying the lighthearted atmosphere of the resto. 'Wow, why did you ask that, idiot?! Now the mood is ruined because of you! Stupid!'

The girl then laughed, pulling Ace from his inner turmoil. "How stupid of me! I forgot to introduce myself!" Leaning forward and offering the male her hand, she smiled. "I'm Y/n! And you are..?"

Ace smiled back at her, freckled cheeks burning slightly as he shook her hand gently. "My name is Ace!" Now it's Y/n's turn to blush at his handsomeness, her smile faltering.

'Oh my gulay! Ang gwapo nya- (Oh my vegetable! (a somewhat substitute for gosh/God) He's so handsome-) Stop it, you dumb idiot! If you keep getting distracted like that, you're gonna get embarrassed.' The brunette girl then made intense eye contact with her newfound friend, a shy smile tugging on her lips. "Nice to meet you, Ace."

"Same goes to you too, Y/n!" The male grinned widely at her.

#one piece #portgas d. ace #portgas d ace x reader #one piece ace x reader #fire fist ace

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freewheelshippin · 2 years

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tasting

She didn't hesitate when he stopped walking to kiss her deeply. She just kissed back and leaned into him, only pulling out of it because she grinned too hard to keep her lips pressed into his, breaking into a laugh, into clumsily grabbing his face and pecking him on the lips over and over.

"I love you," she said, smiling at the ease it came off her lips. "I'm so lucky."

A fic I wrote some time ago and never posted. SFW (tho sex is mentioned), mentions of drinking/drunkenness, gratuitous yakitori snacking (which is to say food cw).

"Ahhh," Ranmaru growled, his volume untempered and pried open with more drinks than he planned. "I want meat. Let's find a stall or izakaya or somethin'..."

She laughed, in that drunkenly over-amused sort of way, swinging their twined hands with an indulgent, carefree recklessness. "I could tell the whole time that was all you were thinking. Thanks for indulging me."

"'S not like it was bad." This was teetering on the "I can't feel my face" sort of drunkenness for both of them. Ranmaru almost didn't care about the hangover he was going to be staring down later, and she was skipping on too many clouds to fall in line with usual habits of restraint, of never quite letting go, despite all appearances.

She hummed and grinned so widely and dopily Ranmaru matched it on instinct. "You fit right in there. Isn't it so cool, that you're this deep into the idol industry, and you still fit right in at a dingy hole-in-the-wall metal bar?"

"You think it's cool," he replied, fondness wrapping his words as he let go of her hand to tug her body close, hand wrapped on the side of her waist. She finally didn't feel the need to hesitate or think and leaned into him, a head on his shoulder, a squeeze over his own waist, and her free hand laid over his, not a care in the world for how awkward it looked.

"Hell yeah I think it's cool, you big asshole," she declared in English, like it needed to be in her native tongue to get the rude emphasis it needed. She looked up at him with adoration that made Ranmaru burn from the inside. "You're so cool. It's amazing how cool you are. Can you let me treat you to whatever meat we find? No, you know what, this isn't a question, I'm spoiling you as much as I want. Like I love seeing you get to eat without a care in the world, so think of it like me being selfish if you're thinking about arguing-- what? What?!"

He wondered if there were tears in his eyes from laughing this deeply, but it just came as she kept going further and further with her affectionate babbling. The threat of shutterbugs, of old family ties, of the cruel randomness of things felt so far off, like his heart were in a warm bath melting away his soreness, and he felt with confidence she was in a similar way. They'd spent many evenings curling into one another's sleep, and he still thought he'd never seen her so relaxed. So clueless and carefree.

"I love you," she said, smiling at the ease it came off her lips. "I'm so lucky."

"Took the words right outta my mouth with all your kissin'," he rumbled. His stomach did, too, as if on cue.

"I," she declared, squashing his cheeks between two hands. "Am treating you. Let's go find you your only acceptable drinking snack."

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Normally she fretted and worried about being the brash, loud American asking for too much, of being the overexcited dog making a mess and causing trouble, but what did she care, in this moment? There was a yakitori cart that looked close to packing up, and she asked if she could scoop up all the remaining stock at a little discount, since she had someone to treat. And he didn't think, not even dimly, about the ways that could be troublesome. This was just his girlfriend -- he was starting to get used to that, his girlfriend -- making sure food didn't go to waste and getting her money's worth. She laughed so much with the stallkeeper. Normally she didn't like sharing even a shred of personal information with someone like that, but Ranmaru could hear over his burning ears how she bragged about her boyfriend who worked so hard that he needed all the fuel he could to keep up with his hungry spirit, and she laughed when the stallkeeper teased her that she could keep a man like that collared with cooking.

"I promise I will!"

Embarrassing. But in a cute way, in a way that felt fun and new and exciting. Ranmaru wished he thought to take a picture of her running back, skewers of meat fanning out from between her fingers, that drunken grin firmly planted on her face, even as she locked eyes with him as she took a chomp out of as many skewers her mouth could fit around. She looked so dumb, chewing through so much food at once and deliberately hamming up what an affair it was, and he was very glad for it.

"There," she said, pointing to an empty playground. "We gotta sit."

The swings were too troublesome, but Ranmaru just laughed it off. She suggested the seesaw before admitting it was too ridiculous, so they nestled onto a jungle gym as their breath and the hot steam from the chicken floated into the clear, crisp winter air.

People are the best seasoning, that was how she liked to eat and cook, and she took her time once she'd swallowed the initial joke of a bite. It was more delicious to watch him eat, looking focused and satisfied and full, and she found herself wrapping herself around his arm, head laid on shoulder. He grunted in a chicken-strangled chuckle, and they settled into comfortable quiet as they polished off the yakitori, the latest feast in a sumptuous night full of them.

"...we have to get home at some point," she murmured. "But I don't want tonight to end. But your place is so far away...and I don't want to deal with going back to the Shining dorms and getting caught…ooh!" Her voice perked without her body rousing from its comfortable place piled on him. "What if…a capsule hotel…I've never done one...finally have the occasion to be a real worker in Japan, drinking too much to make it home..."

Ranmaru shifted from underneath her, in such a way she could tell he wanted her up. His gaze was intense in a way that made something flare in her gut, and for the first time tonight, she froze as he leaned into her, his fingers holding her still by her jaw.

The kiss was deep, hungrily deep, intoxicatingly deep -- not like times before him where she'd wonder the point of such a performance, when it'd be over, if things like this were supposed to be this unpleasant. The timing felt long and short at once, he knew exactly what he was doing when he pulled away with a small, sucking tug at her bottom lip.

"Or a private place I know…" he said, low, but tentative.

The careening momentum of everything made it feel like her very soul lurched out of her body as the bewildering prospect was laid out in front of her. A few moments where her physical self felt far away, out of reach, but then his warm hands clasped hers, and things came back into some focus. "Only if you want to."

She knew he look he was making, even though her eyes fell to their hands and stayed there as the blur of senses sharpened.

"What do I want?" she blurted out, only realizing she was speaking halfway through the words coming out. "...Ranmaru, what do I want?"

There was a pause, where his breath caught in some sort of way. His hands slid off of hers, then her chin was being tilted up, and she had to meet his eyes in the dim light. His makeup was smudged and patchy, but the face, the patience, the serious and gentle expression underneath it, it made the same flash run through her that made her make every crazy decision she had with him. Not running away when he was a nightmare client, of reaching for him increasingly more, of the move, of taking the job, of thinking to name this as love reciprocated when he bared his own heart.

He started to say something, but he'd already said enough, and she sandwiched his cheeks and kissed him with an urgent, almost frantic awestruck feeling spreading though her. He looked absolutely bewildered as she pulled away, almost scowling, and things became clearer and clearer. She pulled his face close again, pecking him on the lips over and over.

"I do want you," she stated, realizing it herself. "I mean, I do want to fuck you."

"What're you puttin' it like that for!" It started as a harsh whisper, but his expression lightened. She could feel him twisting back a smile.

"I just...not...now, though," she continued. "Not when we're drunk, and not when we're still working out where the hell we're even gonna be sleeping," she murmured. "Oh, god, and we both have work tomorrow, and don't you have a really intense variety show filming?! You already suck so bad at not getting hangovers, why are you thinking about sex when both you and I know we're already setting ourselves up for tomorrow being a struggle--"

He shut her up with a kiss, and now he kept grinning against her too much to keep it up. "I love you. Don't ever leave my side."

".........cheesy!" she exclaimed. "So cheesy!"

He was struck silent for a moment. "O-oi…"

"You're so serious and cheesy! What am I supposed to do against something like that! You know, I never knew I had a type until you were it-- augh, what am I doing, not jumping your bones right this instant?" She put fingers to her temples. "I promise, it'll be--"

"Stop talkin'," he mumured into her, and kissed her again, but focused, deep, belying every bit of hunger in him. He slipped his tongue through, briefly, and she didn't even murmur in surprise. Her hands grasped for his, white knuckling without realizing, and he held back -- maybe not as tightly, but just as surely.

Just as her grip relaxed some, he pulled away, meeting her eyes with as close to a mischievous glint as he got. "Umeena, omae." He let himself lick his lips, just for effect, before he hopped off the jungle gym and offered her a hand down.

She looked down at him. She hoped he didn't catch that a little tear sprang to her eyes before she swallowed it with ease, and just hoped the feeling swelling through her chest would communicate as she leapt into his arms and tackled him to the ground.

#iron maiden & rocka rolla #scribblings #no beta we die like men #selfship fic

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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years

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School Nurse

@letstalkaboutfandomsbaby led me to yet another 2D man that I want to get wrecked by

How would a school nurse react to Hwajin’s presence? Dabauchery will ensue.

AN: this started out as a short little drabble, turned into a long smutty mess that I finally rangled in with romance because… after care. As a nurse I was getting to into the logistics of the pencil stab

TW: smut, degradation, praise kink, breeding kink, power exchange, mild wound description (pencil stab), sex in a nurses office, oral sex

NO MINORS

Hwajin knew you would look good on your knees. You had a bratty, stubborn nature that he wanted to overpower. He thought you were too gentle with trouble makers. When he told you this, you argued that it was your job as a school nurse to take care of all the students.

How was it that you were so hostile with him but when it came to even the worst students you were so gentle. It irritated him. You actively avoided him. Maybe he wouldn't care if he didn't find you so damn adorable. Thoughts of you kept him company late at night.

Even when he forced you to take a baton after he saw a student get in your face yelling. The only person you used it against was him. Apparently you wouldn't allow him to pull students out of your office regardless of their offense.

He was shocked to learn that few students ever bothered you. The worst offenders would constantly make advances at you and since you would have his head, he disciplined them only once you were out of range.

And you were equally irate. He treated you like a child when you tried to present him with research that aggression towards children under the age of 18 was just as detrimental as ignoring their bad behavior. You weren't against addressing the students inappropriate behavior, but the number of visits to your office had tripled upon his arrival.

It become rare that schools had a nurse on campus, barely coming back in to practice following the hands off policy. And at the most part you were mainly treating the faculty and the more unlucky students. If the Ministry of Education wanted to bring in people like Na, would you even have a job much longer?

"What are you doing here? I'm not harboring any students," You hissed as the warden entered your office.

"If I remember correctly, I'm here to oversee the whole school. That includes you. Besides I actually need medical help."

Hwajin turned the lock on the door before unbuttoning his shirt. He turned around to show you a shallow hole between his shoulder blades. You tried to keep the blush from creeping on to your face as you scanned his muscular body.

Apparently a student surprised him by sinking a pencil into his skin.

"Violence breeds violence," You chided when the realization hit. "Oh god, did you kill the student?"

You were truly alarmed. He took slight offense to that question. He wasn't a great guy but he wasn't going to kill someone on the job.

"Just give me something to bandage this up," he rolled his eyes.

You motioned for him to sit on the medical table but of course he had to make things difficult, choosing to straddle a chair instead. In spite of his protests that he could take care of things himself you pulled on a pair of gloves.

"Don't be such a pain, Mr. Na. There's no way you can properly clean what's on your back."

You probed around the wound that was already angry and red. The blood has begun to dry. Trying not to cause unnecessary pain you attempted to visually assess the bed of the wound for any debris that may lead to infection.

Instinctively he howled in pain as you began to clean.

"Will you just put a bandaid over it so I can get back to my job?"

You had to admit you were getting some sick satisfaction from this. The wound was clean and you applied an anti bacterial ointment but it was in a location where the skin tended to pull and stretch so you were sure it would bleed throughout the day-

"Are you smoking in my office?"

Hwajin gave you a cheeky grin before blowing smoke toward your face.

The nerve. In retaliation you flicked the inflamed skin while avoiding the actual wound.

"Ouch, you're cute when you get angry," Na laughed.

Your cheeks were scorching, "Okay Mr Na, you're all wrapped up. Stop by at the end of the day so I can change the bandage."

He winked while buttoning up shirt, "I knew you liked seeing me."

"Out." You hissed.

As he walked down the halls he chuckled to himself. He couldn't wait for you to submit to him.

Through out the day your mind wandered to Hwajin. Him sitting in front of you, shirtless and rippled with muscle. The parts of his skin left unscarred were so soft compared to his attitude. You wondered if his palms were as soft or were they were rough and calloused.

As if on cue the man walked into your office, catching you during one of your fantasies. Was it already the end of the day? Sure enough, the clock showed school let out half an hour ago.

Just like before he secured the door and stripped off his shirt. The bandage wasn't soaked, but it did need to be changed. The day warped your work and some of the tape was lifted away from his skin.

This time politely in the chair, he hummed as you removed and replaced the soiled bandage.

"Starting tomorrow you should just leave it open to air. This is really just to keep you getting your blood on your shirt. If you start thinking you have an infection go to the hospital." You turned around to discard your gloves.

As you turned back, you bumped into Hwajin Na. He smiled down at you and ruffled your hair, "Thanks, nurse, you took such good care of me. You'll have to let me thank you."

He lowered his mouth to your whisper in your ear, "what should I do for you?"

Your were in a losing position, you didn't want to make eye contact but you couldn't stare straight ahead, he still wasn't dressed and it was too overwhelming. You settled on looking down toward his feet.

You quickly snapped your eyes back up when you notice a bulge trying to push past his pants.

"Uh, no need to thank me. It's my job." You stepped back against the wall, at least giving you a bit more space.

Hwajin placed his arms against the wall so he could close the space between you.

"What's wrong? You're flushed. Let's see if you have a fever." He pressed forehead against your. "You feel a bit warm, but not worrisome."

You stammered, "Uh, Mr Na, it's late so we should probably wrap up."

"Mr Na," he mocked you. "Why do you do that? We're both adults, you can call me Hwajin."

Your eyes darted around the room. Maybe you were being punked. Was he testing you?

"It's respectful, it would be rude to call you by your first name."

He brushed a stand of hair behind your shoulder, pleased with your response.

"Well I can think of other titles you could call me that I would enjoy much more."

You were struggling between your desire and your fear of losing your job. Surely he knew what he was doing to you.

Of course he knew, the gleam in his eyes made that clear.

"Well, it's pretty late and I don't know about you but I'm tired after today so I'll see you tomorrow."

He dropped his hands and you took that as the end of his teasing. But instead he hoisted you against him, grasping the back of your thighs.

"My poor little nurse, I've kept you so busy. How about you lay down and let me help you relax."

"Hwajin, put me down," You smacked his shoulder. Listening, he sat you down the cot you constantly sanitized. In spite of what you were saying you allowed him to crawl on top of you.

"Hmm, now you use my first name, little nurse? And here I thought you were respectful," he nipped at your ears.

You shivered.

"Well pick one," You groaned. "First, no last name, then no first name. What's left."

His tongue darted across your neck while began tearing at your clothes, "how about you just be a good girl and call me 'Sir'."

At this point the primal part of your brain took over as you pathetically began to rub against his thigh. Your Irrational brain didn't need a job, it just needed this man to fuck her.

Nearly all your clothes were discarded to the floor as his mouth began to tease your breasts. Your hand tangled in his hair when sink his teeth into your tender flesh.

"Talk to me baby," he sighed. "Use your words, ask for what you want."

You lay out a whimper and tugged at belt loops, "fuck me."

He pinched your in thigh, "Now that's not using your manners. Am I going to need to teach you to behave?"

You mumbled a response that he could barely hear, eliciting another pinch to your thigh.

You huffed, "fine, please fuck me, Sir"

Pleased with your response he tugged your panties to the side, stroking your soaked pussy with his middle knuckle.

"Atta girl. You're so fucking wet for me. How long have you been waiting to be my little slut?"

He slid one finger inside of you with ease, arching you back as moved inside you. You were trying to fumble at his the button of his pants but he pushed your hands off him.

With a growl he removed his hands and your underwear from your body, "Not yet, although I'm flattered how desperate you are for me. Turn over, ass in the air, show me what's mine."

You were happy to obey, sliding into one of your favorite positions.

"You're not be very nice, sir," You teased. "You could at least remove your pants."

His hands came down hard on your ass causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure.

"Watch what you say, unless you like being disciplined. You already know I don't tolerate disobedience. And as much as enjoy your screams, don't forget that just because school is over doesn't mean everyone is gone."

You bite your tongue as he spanked you again. He certainly wasn't holding back. But he was right, there were after school clubs and some teachers stayed as late as 8. His fingers found their way inside your warmth again, fluid dripping from your aching cunt. You had adjust to his rhythm of spanking when his fingers were at their deepest. You felt so close to release. When he withdrew from you yet again.

You let out a frustrated groan until his hand made firm contact with your pussy. Once, twice, three times produce a wet spanking sound. You couldn't hold in your tears, thankful you were a glutton for pain.

"You still with me, princess?" He cooed, getting off the bed. You nodded. "Good girl, hold that position for me just a bit longer."

You nodded again, words evading your mind. You appreciated the coolness produced by the cot. Hwajin repositioned the pillow that had fallen on the floor and removed his belt.

Standing next to you on the bed he finally directed you into another position. He helped you stand, barefoot on the linoleum floor. You were held against his chest as you gathered your bearings.

He nuzzled against your hair, "I'm not a gentle man, if you need to stop at any time you say so okay. And that's an order. Can you do that for me princess?"

You told him you would as he helped you sink your knees to the pillow. He ruffled your hair again, telling you how good you looked. Finally he unzipped his pants, his erect dick right in front of you.

"Look at me."

You complied, tearing your ways away from his cock.

"If you want my dick then prove it. Open up that pretty mouth of yours."

He grabbed you by the hair, guiding your lips his shiny tip. Your tongue circled around him, admiring his taste. You weren't usually self conscious but you couldn't help but be nervous you'd disappoint him. As you began wrap your lips around him, Hwajin inhaled sharply. He gave your hair a gentle tug.

"Eyes on me. Good. You're doing so well. All the way to the base, baby."

You were almost there when there was a knock at your door. Hwajin kept his grip firm on you, instead of allowing you to pull back he shoved his throbbing dick down your throat and began fucking your mouth while putting a finger to his lips. He was smirking like the devil. Your throat constricting in protest.

"Excuse me, nurse," one of the school kids called. Knocking again.

"Fuck," Na muttered as he released into your mouth. Tears spilled over your eyes as you struggled to swallow.

The nock persisted, "hellooo? Come on I need to pick up a physical form."

"She's busy, fuck off."

As the footsteps faded down the hall Na released you from his grasp. He couldn't help but laugh at you when you pouted up at him, your were glistening and your cheeks were rosy and puffy. God, next time he swore he would take a photo of you on your knees after sucking his dick.

"Really, you had to open up your loud mouth," You whined. "You could've just pretended no one was here."

He shrugged in response, helping you off the floor.

This time on the cot you were both undressed. Hwajin sucked and bite on your neck. You nudged him off telling him he was gonna leave a mark.

"You're telling me I can't mark up my little whore?"

"Just not where students can see."

That was fair enough, there were other places he'd rather leave bruises. Between your thighs. Your stomach. Your breasts. Proof that he had made you his.

He wouldn't bite too rough, not want to scare you off. He planned on making more of these moments with you. You were better in person. Exceeding his late night fantasies.

Finally he began to slide his cock inside you, your pussy searing with pleasure at his size. It was a struggle to control the volume of your moans.

"Does my little slut like that? You want me to stuff you?"

"Please," You cried, needing more or his touch. "Please don't stop, Sir. Please let me cum on your dick."

Hwajin began to pound harder into your tight pussy, admiring how your body reacted to the sheer force of him. Each time he snapped his hips against you, your lush breasts, along with the rest of your body, followed with an intoxicating jiggle.

You were exactly what he needed and he wished to consume you. His mind flashed to images of you tied up and exposed for him, placing all of your trust in him. Or he could snap a pretty collar around your neck and tie you to the bed with a leash, you would be begging him to fuck you like a bitch.

"Tell me need me," he growled. "That no one else can fuck you into submission and make you dumb with pleasure. Your mine and I don't share."

Tears rushed down your face as a mixture of pain and desire burst the pressure in your core. You clenched around him, babbling what he instructed you to and meaning every word.

The tightness of your orgasm shocked both you and Hwajin. Paired along with your heat pushed the man past his limit, releasing his thick cum inside of you. Even through the near blinding pleasure of his own release Hwajin felt a moment of worry, he hadn't meant to pour himself inside of you, he was fully aware he wasn't wearing protect and had gotten your consent.

Between your gasps and moans you were were repeating a breathy thank you. Unless he had died and gone to Heaven You were actually begging him for more of his seed. Crying out that you needed him to stuff you full. The man nearly confessed his love for you on the spot.

However he maintained his composure. Pressing closer to you and guiding you through the high of your orgasm.

He combed his fingers through your hair, whispering praises and reassurance. Telling you to relax into him, he wasn't going anywhere. Finally your grip on him relaxed as a gluttonous smile graced your lips.

Na propped himself up next to you with his elbow. His other hand cupping your face.

You looked at Hwajin, "This doesn't mean I'm going to ignore your behavior towards the students."

"You know, seeing you protective over a bunch of snot nosed punks makes me want to fuck you until your nine months pregnant. It would keep you out of my hair while you were stuck waddling around home safe and sound. Win-win."

You gawked at him. Joking that you had yet to see any paternal instincts from him.

"I am actually great with children so long as their raised right. Like hell I'd let my kids turn out like these delinquents."

The two of you bantered back and forth while re-dressing. It was dark by the time you exited the school. Na was lighting a cigarette the minute he was past the schools threshold. You began to tell him goodnight where the two of you should naturally part ways but Hwajin caught you by the wrist, a confused expression thrown your way.

“Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you yet," he said, cigarette hanging from his mouth. You were about to respond when he cut you off. "Round two will be so much better in my bed. You'll be lucky if You leave my place in time for work tomorrow. But we should probably feed you first. I gotta take care of my little nurse."

#hwajin na #smut

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arcanadreams · 3 years

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Water Fights with the OM Bros

it’s 90 degrees outside at my place and you know what that means!!! water fight headcanons because I refuse to go outside in the heat in real life asdhgskjdgks

once again i’m only doing the brothers bc i do not trust myself with the dateables just yet lmao

Lucifer:

Literally only agrees to join because you’re so excited about it.

“...If it makes you happy, MC,” are his exact words. Simp.

You did agree to make the game have no points though, to keep things from getting competitive. Both at the advice of Lucifer and because you knew he would not join if there was any chance he could lose. (Also because Satan is a menace but we’ll get to that later.)

When all the brothers are gathered he suggests everyone pairs up into teams.

“You’re only saying that so you can cozy with M-” Asmo tries to say before being sprayed in the face with water.

“My hair!” “Oh, look at that. I suppose the game has started,” Lucifer hides his water gun behind his legs, but he can’t hide the shit eating grin on his face.

He takes your hand with a “Come along, MC,” and leads you away as everyone splits up.

You two make a surprisingly good team for this sort of thing! He knows the gardens well and also knows where each of his brothers is likely to go. You are quite skilled water water guns and balloons. He’s basically the brains and you’re the brawn.

He snatches a few kisses now and then when you look back at him excitedly after smacking one of his brothers with a balloon. You’re just so cute!

When everyone is all tuckered out and goes off to shower and whatever, Lucifer hangs back with you to thank you for organizing everything. With a kiss to the back of your hand, he says, “I’ll admit, I was...skeptical, at first. But, as usual, you brought my brothers together in a way I haven’t seen in a long while. Thank you, MC.”

Mammon:

“I’m MC’s first man, so I get to team with them!” “You’re also literally my boyfriend, but okay hun.” Cue Mammon blushing beet red at the nickname and muttering at you not to call him that in front of his brothers. (He doesn’t mean it; he loves that they know you’re his and vice versa.)

Strategically, the two of you are the absolute worst. But that’s because you’re both just there to have fun!

And have fun you do! You actually get in quite a few fun chases with Levi! He’s probably the most into the water fight out of everyone, the three of you are just running around the gardens pelting each other with balloons. It’s super cute.

Mammon is absolutely the type to yell “I’ll avenge you, MC!” every single time you get sprayed.

Eventually, you and Mammon follow Levi’s advice and start hiding in places to catch some of the other brothers by surprise. Which would be fine if Mammon didn’t blush super hard and start grumbling because of how close together you were when kneeling behind the garden wall.

You roll your eyes and surge forward to kiss him. He’s so shocked he has no idea what to do with his hands at first. But, after a second of pause, his water gun falls to the ground with a clatter and he wraps his arms around you.

“Get a room,” Is all the two of you hear before Belphie dumps a whole ass bucket of water on your heads. Mammon growls and jumps up to get the youngest before Beel can scoop him up, but you grab his hand and stop him.

You’re laughing super hard, and the sun is shining on your hair. You almost look like you have a halo...Mammon gives up the chase before it even starts because his MC is simply ethereal.

“Mammon!” You smile brilliantly at him when you finally stop laughing. “I kissed you to keep you quiet! And then you managed to make even more noise!”

He just hugs you then so you can’t see his blushing face. Stupid lovely human making fun of him. (He likes it, though.)

Leviathan:

This boy is literally the MOST excited when you tell him your idea. He was in on it from the very start.

He actually helped you get all the supplies! He opens his Akuzon account right away and starts showing you what water guns would be best and picking out huge packs of balloons made specifically for being water grenades. (Definitely had looked all this stuff up before in case he found a LARPing buddy.)

You ask him how much Grimm all this stuff will cost and he tells you not to worry. “I’ll cover it!” “But, Levi-” He interrupts you with big blush on his face.

“L-Listen MC. You’re m-my Henry! And I know this will be fun, s-so...I’ll cover it.” You leap forward and give him a hug, triggering a surprised but equally happy screech.

Honestly he is so excited you proposed an idea like that of your own volition. Like...it just makes him feel like all the games and stuff he finds fun truly don’t bother you. You haven’t been lying; you genuinely are interested in the same things as him. It makes him feel so warm.

When everyone is still arriving, you grab one of your water guns and do that cool spinny thing. You know the thing. The cowboy gun spin. You’re like, “Hey Levi! Check this out!”

BAM. Boy is OUT. So red his face is steaming. That’s the hottest thing he has ever seen in his entire damn life. What the fuck, MC. He is basically frozen on the spot out of sheer overwhelmed-ness as how hot that was. You have to drag him away when the water fight starts. Totally worth staying up all night figuring out how to do the spin trick with a water gun.

Once the action gets going, you two are unstoppable. No one escapes the fight unscathed thanks to y’all. All those late night Call of Duty sessions trained you for this!!

Your favorite tactic is definitely camping, though. You and Levi would pick a spot and hide there, waiting for one of his brothers to come by, and then...ATTACK!

If it actually were a competition, you two would’ve won by a landslide. But honestly, Levi didn’t really keep track. He was having too much fun watching you. You were so mesmerizing when you were in the zone and so gorgeous when laughing as you gave him victory high fives after a successful ambush.

You let him take a picture of you posing all tough with your water gun and he makes it his DDD background immediately. And his lockscreen so you can protect his DDD from intruders.

Satan:

THIS ASSHOLE. THIS MAN IS THE REASON YOU MADE SURE THERE WAS NO COMPETITION.

If there was any sense of competition, Satan would’ve gone absolutely out of his mind to beat Lucifer. He would make sure to destroy that man’s dignity as thoroughly as possible.

So, for the sake of both him and the eldest brother, no points. No contest. He grumbles about it, but, much like said eldest brother, he still joins because he sees how happy the idea of a family water fight makes you.

Satan treats is almost as seriously as Levi does. EVEN THOUGH YOU MADE SURE IT WASN’T A COMPETITION, HE DAMN SURE STILL ACTS LIKE IT IS. UGH.

Literally pulls a map of the House of Lamentation’s gardens out of his back pocket??? And puts it on the side of the fountain?? And starts planning maneuvers on it with you??? He pulls a pen out of his SWIM TRUNK POCKETS to use to point with and emphasize his points. You just blink at him. This is your mans. Good lord.

Considering his expert knowledge of the layout of the entire surrounding area of HoL from that map, he actually knows of some secret passages the other brothers don’t even consider. He takes you to them so you can use them to spy on what Lucifer’s the other brothers’ strategies are.

It’s only once you’re creeping around the tunnels that he realizes something: none of his brothers know where you are. They can’t bother you...time to make out.

Grabs your attention with a quiet, “MC” and gives you a smooch. Soon enough he is backing you up against the wall. A water balloon you have tied to your belt pops against the rough brick, interrupting the two of you.

Satan disregards it and move to kiss you again, but you let out a gasp. He’s worried for you for a moment: did you scrape yourself? But when you turn to look at him, there’s a mischievous glint in your eye that he loves to see.

“My water broke!” You whisper-exclaim dramatically, covering your mouth in fake shock. Satan has to nuzzle his face in your neck to avoid laughing and filling the tunnel with the echo that would alert his brothers. The two of you basically just canoodle in the passages until the water fight is over LMAO

Asmodeus:

Pretty much just to show off how good he looks in a bathing suit to you and anyone else who happens to be lucky enough to witness his glory.

He’s not the best at water fights and ends up using you as a human shield sometimes adjgfkjshf

“Asmo! Stop hiding behind me!” “I am not letting Lucifer mess up my hair twice in one day, darling!”

He comments quite often on how hot you look. Both in your bathing suit and also when in the zone looking for victims to douse in watery fury. You look like an action hero, MC! Have you ever thought about becoming the next Bond? Asmo could definitely pull some hypnotic strings.~

Every time you successfully pull him out of the way of an oncoming water balloon or block a blast of water from hitting, he totally melts. He presses his back to your chest, swooning against you and batting his eyelashes.

“Oh, MC, my hero! My dashing knight in shining armor!” You scoff, but think it’s super cute. You even play into it sometimes and pick him up bridal style.

“The king is looking for you, my prince,” you say once as you lift him, and he actually blushes. Asmodeus, avatar of lust, blushes at a silly pet name. He was not expecting you to get so into the role!!! He loves it, though.

For the rest of the water fight the two of you are basically roleplaying a royal and his knight bodyguard. It is stupidly fun and the both of you have an absolute blast.

“Oh, MC, my darling knight! I have amazing news!” Asmo says after the fight ends. You’re drying his hair off with a towel. “Yes, my liege?”

“In exchange for your wonderful and dutiful protection, you have been given permission by the crown to court me! Isn’t that wonderful?” He smiles and you throw your head back in a laugh. You lean down and give him a nice, long kiss on the lips before pulling away. “That is absolutely splendid, your highness.”

Beelzebub:

He loves the idea because it’ll get his whole family together and he knows it. He has to carry Belphie out there but that’s normal.

He helped you and Levi plan!! Excited boy. You filled him in when he joined you and Levi for a game night. He totally volunteered to go get some extra supplies from some nearby stores for y’all. So cute.

Once everyone is actually fighting, this boy WILL NOT STOP BEING A HUMAN (demon?) SHIELD FOR YOU. LIKE NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TELL HIM IT’S FINE, YOU’RE FINE, HE WILL NOT STOP.

“Babycakes, it’s okay. It’s water. It can’t hurt me.” “But I love you. I want you safe.” O H. O K A Y.

Someone call a doctor Beel just shot MC through the heart!!! He’s so genuine you just bright red and kiss his cheek because he deserve it.

“Well, I guess that’s settled then, huh?” He gives you a big Beel smile and nods, ruffling your hair affectionately.

Y’all get sprayed with water A LOT because your hungry boy is very big and hard to hide. Er, I should say HE gets sprayed a lot because he is a fantastic meat shield and you’re practically dry by the time the fight is over. He, on the other hand, is soaked to the bone.

He still insists on drying you off with a towel, though. The two of you dry each other off back in the twins’ room while Belphie dozes nearby in his bed.

You’re in the middle of drying his shoulders when he just starts talking. “That was really fun, MC. I’m really grateful for you. Ever since you’ve been here, things are always more fun. And you bring all my brother together. Thank you.”

You damn near burst into tears!!! Ahhhh!!! You sniffle and jump into his nap, wrapping your arms around him. “But MC, I’m still wet.” “I don’t care!! I’m giving you snuggles!!”

Belphegor:

Literally does not give a single fuck about a water fight until he realizes it lets him throw shit at Lucifer with absolutely zero consequences. Then he is all in.

Beel doesn’t even have to carry him around during the fight! Once he is outside and realizes all the shenanigans he can pull, he is perfectly content to grab you by the hand and be the one dragging you around, for once!

You two will probably team up with Satan and Beel at various points. Beel because he’s Beel, and Satan because he and Belphie absolutely set water balloon filled booby traps for Lucifer.

That’s his preferred strategy: set up a trap and wait in the bushes, watching for the target to approach.

He’s definitely the type to yell “Every man for himself!” if someone catches you guys hiding. Unlike his twin, he lets you get totally soaked while he runs away laughing. Dickweed.

You guys have a lot of fun, though!! Seeing Belphie excited is always a treat for you. And, though he doesn’t say anything about it, Belphie also thinks it’s a treat whenever you scheme with him. You don’t join in on his mischief often, so he always cherishes the times you do.

Eventually, after soaking Lucifer thoroughly, Belphie eventually gets a bit tired. You, however, want to keep the fun going. So, just as he begins to dose off in your hiding spot...you spray him. Right in the face.

He opens his eyes and sees you raising an eyebrow at him challengingly, giggling to yourself. He growls playfully and grabs his own water gun, quickly giving chase as you bolt.

Being a demon, he’s much quicker than you. But he lets you think you can escape for a few minutes before catching up to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind.

As you squirm and laugh in his embrace, he feels thankful he joined in on the fight, even if he was hesitant at first. After all, it led to this moment, where he can turn you around in his arms and give you a nice kiss as you melt against his chest.

#ta da!! another idea i've had for the longest time #posts #my writing #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor

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scuttle-buttle · 2 years

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WC: 1829

Rated: M

Tags: humor, adult and sexual humor, detailed descriptions of male genitalia, fluff, married life

A/N: I saw a commercial for this on Facebook and thought it was a joke but it's not apparently. And then I got to talking with @lorna-d-m …. Anyways :)

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The front door shuts and locks with a soft click. You drop your luggage next to the side table, letting out a sigh as you stretch and crack the joints in your stiff neck. After an almost 6 hour flight, plus a 3 hour delay due to bad weather, you were finally back in New York. The townhouse you share with your husband is quiet, dark. Only the soft sounds of Tchaikovsky can be heard wafting from the upstairs home office, leading you to where your Laszlo must be. Looking at your cell phone's clock you see it's nearly 10pm; you know he's eaten dinner by now and is likely just waiting for your impending arrival.

Climbing the stairs you stop and lean on his door frame. Laszlo is concentrated on a book, his brows scrunched and round glasses perched on the edge of his nose. He gives a tiny grunt before writing something in one of his many notebooks.

"Find anything interesting?"

His face pops up from the tome. "Ah! Bärchen, I didn't hear you come in." He marks his page before standing and walking over to you. Laszlo's kiss is warm and comforting, welcoming you home after nearly a week away. His hands find purchase on your waist. "Your flight was smooth I trust?"

"A little turbulence but otherwise it was fine, yeah."

"And the conference?"

"A lot of fun - I'll have to take you with me next year. I'm sure you'll get a kick out of some of the lecturers and their crazy ideas about collective psyche and social movements." You roll your eyes in good humor.

Laszlo leans in once more, his lips brushing delicately against yours. He quickly deepens the kiss. You can feel the way his body presses closer to you, a subtle firmness along your hip. Before things can get too heated you break away to look into his amber eyes. "As much as I would love to... make up for lost time," you give him a pout, "I'm exhausted and just want to shower and go to bed." You level him with your best puppy dog look as a means to apologize for killing the moment.

Laszlo chuckles. "There is nothing to apologize for, my dear. Having you back in my arms is more than enough for me." He steps back, using his left hand to gently guide you from where you lean and into the hall towards your bedroom. You beeline for the ensuite bathroom, your husband a few steps behind in the bedroom finding you something clean to change into. "Have you had a chance to eat something?" he calls to you.

His question reminds you that in your desperation to return to your loving husband and wash off the day you neglected to actually eat more than the paltry bag of airplane pretzels. As if on cue your stomach growls. You lean your head back towards the bedroom as you pull a fresh towel from the closet. "No, I figure I'll shower and then whip up a little something before bed."

"Allow me."

You turn to look back at him as you continue to set up the shower, removing your traveling clothes in the process. "Oh no Laz it's okay, I can do it-"

He levels you with a look before cutting you off "-and I, your husband, am offering to make dinner for my wife, whom I love."

Clicking your tongue against your cheek you simply nod in acquiescence.

The hot spray loosens your tense muscles. Next time you had to fly out any longer than 2 hours you were definitely going to take up your husband’s suggestion to fly first class. He'd offered you the upgrade when you first planned your trip, but you'd simply shrugged and said it wasn't necessary, that you'd rather him spend the money on treating you to a nice date when you got home instead. Boy how your body hated you for that now...

You wash away the day of traveling and quickly follow with your usual skin care routine after. The steamy room keeps you warm under your fluffy towel, but all you want is to throw on one of his old t-shirts and slide under the silk sheets of your shared bed.

Opening the door you spot a plate of grilled cheese waiting for you on the bed. You waste no time making yourself comfortable on the end of the bed and digging in to the crispy, gooey, buttery sandwich. Moaning around the bite you shovel as much as you can fit into your gullet the second go. Laszlo isn't here as you finish the first sandwich.

Three bites into the second grilled cheese he enters the room. Holding your hand to cover your mouth you mumble out "thank you." His answer is a kiss to your head. You swallow. "You know I'll never figure out how you learned to make the perfect grilled cheese?" You tear off a chunk to pop in his mouth as he stands before you.

"A secret I'll never tell," he winks, leaving you to go change for bed.

You grin around a mouthful. "Well as long as you keep making them for me I'll be perfectly content to never know."

Laszlo exits the closet in his dark robe, the ties undone and the glorious expanse of his chest and abdomen on display for your wandering eyes. Gaze trailing along the line of chest hair from top to bottom you stop in your tracks when you reach his shorts. A pair of obnoxiously plaid boxer briefs hug his hips and thighs. What really gets your attention as he walks past you? What sticks out between his legs.

For fucks sake you had to be imagining things.

You blink quickly. You knew Laszlo was gifted, so to speak. He was the biggest you'd ever been with by far. There were no complaints from you; above average size and he knew how to use it? A+, top of the class. But the absolutely massive bulge that protrudes from his crotch currently?

It's obscene.

There's no way you're seeing clearly! Maybe you just forgot what his dick looks like? How long were you away for? Did he take something? Are you jetlagged? Is it possible to forget the size of your husband’s penis if you go too long without seeing it? Your mind races as it tries to piece together what you think you just saw.

You must be making quite the face, as the next thing you know Laszlo is looking down at you with concern. "- are you alright?" He waves his fingers in front of your slackjawed face.

Starting blankly at him for a second you finally reply with an extremely eloquent "... what?"

"You don't look well, are you alright?"

Oh. Right.

"Uh…." You gather your wits, looking back at his boxers as he stands before you. Not only are they plaid, but right on said crotch is a picture of mistletoe - if you weren't in such a state of confusion you would've found the pun to be funny. "What the fuck are you wearing and why is your dick so big?!" blurts out before you can stop yourself. Your hand claps over your mouth.

You both immediately share a look; eyebrows to your hairline as if to say 'wow I can't believe what you just said'. With a blink he looks down at himself and proceeds to give a soft "oh".

"I'm so sorry I don't... uh…" your voice gives out on its feeble explanation. What a thing to say to your husband, questioning the size of his manhood, you lament at your awkwardness. Then it clicks. You've seen those before, several months ago. "Wait wait wait…. are those the-" your words are cut by a small giggle "- are those the gag gift I got you for Christmas last year with the little-?" you hold your hand up to mimic a cupping motion.

You had seen the underwear on Facebook and thought the whole concept was some sort of joke; boxer briefs with a built in "hammock" that held everything up like a "push-up bra for your jingle balls" the ad proclaimed. The whole thing was too hilarious, so naturally you bought a pair for your husband as a joke knowing he would never wear them. And so to the back of the closet they went, until now that is.

"Ah….well," he clears his throat. His left hand comes to scratch along his bearded jaw. Laszlo meets your eyes finally, his cheeks redder than a tomato; "I fell behind on laundry while you were away."

You bite your lip to stifle the smile threatening to break your face. "So instead of doing laundry you dug those out? Laz oh my god! They have mistletoe right on your-"

"- Yes I know," he finishes for you. "If I recall it was you that bought them to begin with."

"Yeah but I just wanted to see you blush, I didn't think you'd actually wear them ever!" Pulling him closer you stand him between your legs from where you sit. The material is soft. With a finger you push just under the waistband, pulling back and letting it snap against his hip. He gives a soft grunt.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

You raise a single eyebrow at him. "How do they feel? You know," you gesture downward with your chin.

He licks his lips briefly. "To be honest," he pauses, "they are some of the most comfortable bottoms I've ever worn," he finishes quietly, as if reluctant to admit how much he likes them.

Humming in amused satisfaction you add "and you look fantastic in them, it really brings out-" you wave your open palm over the general area between his hips before concluding with "-the color of your eyes." The smirk is full force as you watch him cringe at your tease. "What more could a girl want? But Jesus you're huge."

Laszlo scoffs, his face burning an even darker shade of red. A hint of a smile tugs at his lips, despite him trying to remain stoic at your compliments. "I do believe it's time for bed," he deflects and pulls away from you, effectively ending your ribbing. Shedding the robe he situates himself under the covers and gives you an expectant look.

"All I'm saying is I'm a very lucky woman." You join him in bed.

The two of you lay curled into one another in a peaceful quiet for several minutes. The calm of the dark bedroom and the exhaustion of your week has finally caught up with you. In the first pulls of sleep you whisper out "Hey Laz?"

"Yes my dear?"

Not one to let go of your mischievousness so easily, you say "if you like them so much I can always get you some more." You yawn. "But maybe not ones with mistletoe on the crotch. That's for my eyes only."

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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I’m the One to Blame

Pairing: Paul Diskant x DA fem!Reader, mentions of Andy Barber x DA fem!Reader (part 2 of Queen Bitch series)

Words: ~2.2k

Summary: Fucking you only made him hate you more.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, hate sex, rough sex, slight choking, cream pie, degradation, semi-public sex), cheating, everyone is an asshole except poor Andy, heavy misogyny, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I’m just a bad person I guess? I’m just gonna give a blanket apology for my infidelity kink, this kinda got away from me and it’s just gonna get worse.

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As soon as you heard the not guilty verdict you should’ve known what was coming. The growls and rumbling coming from the crowd of cops seated behind you was your cue to get out of there, not wanting to wait around for the inevitable blame game where those dumbasses decided that the scumbag got off because you were a meddling bitch and not because none actually wanted to put in the work to make a case.

It had been almost two months of this shit. You hadn’t even wanted to press this case; the evidence was circumstantial and you were 75 percent sure Ludlow had intimidated at least two of the defense witnesses out of testifying. But then the assholes had gone over your head and your boss basically told you to try the case they gave you and not listening when you told him the jury wasn’t going to swallow it.

Of course they didn’t swallow it. And of course it was your fault. God forbid those lazy bastards do their fucking jobs. You could feel all their ire focusing on you as you started to move towards the door, your eyes meeting Diskant’s as he glared at you while Ludlow ranted at him. Sometimes you wondered if he was as big of a piece of shit as his partner, or if he was just a fucking idiot.

Paul felt his blood starting to boil as he watched you storm out of the courtroom, his jaw clenched so tight he was worried he might snap something. The way your gaze just slid over him like he was nothing made him even angrier, and the way your hips swayed in that tight little dress just served to remind him how goddamn frustrated he was. He couldn’t believe Andy actually let you go to court dressed like that.

He hated that every time he saw you all he could think about was that night at the Bell. He still couldn’t believe his fiancée had bought that the marks you left on him were from a struggle with a perp. Thoughts of how warm and wet you were around him had started bleeding into his mind at inopportune times, and the memory only made him angrier.

Ludlow was still ranting about you when Paul rose from the bench and followed after you, the last thing he heard being his partner talk about how he should give that cunt a piece of his mind. He spotted you heading towards the bathroom and strode after you, growling under his breath about how you kept fucking up his life.

You jumped a little when the bathroom door slammed open, rolling your eyes when you saw Diskant fuming at you through the mirror.

“You draw the short straw, Diskant?” You could see his teeth grinding and it made you smirk. “Go on, lay it on me.”

“You threw it, didn’t you?” He ran his hand over his face as he watched you bend over the sink, telling himself to keep his eyes off your ass as you washed your hands. “You got all pissy your boss made you do your job, and you tanked the case just to be a cunt?”

“Fuck you, Diskant.” You felt your hackles go up when he moved closer. “I do my fucking job. I’m sick of taking all the shit for when you assholes fuck up these cases, grow up.”

“I’m so sick of your fucking mouth.” He stepped forward and pressed his chest to your back, bracing his hands on either side of your body as he growled into your hair. “Every time you open it I just want to shove something in there to shut you the fuck up.”

“No, get off.” You gasped when when he ran a hand up your arm until he could curl it around your throat, tilting your head back so he could scrape his teeth over your jaw. “Paul, we’re not doing this again.”

“You telling me you don’t want it?” He snarled against your neck as he pushed you even closer to the sink, the marble edge cutting into your hips painfully while he other hand trailed down your hip to drag up your skirt.

You wanted it so bad it was making you sick. Every day you were filled with self loathing from the moment Andy kissed you awake until you sank into your bed in a tangle of limbs after he made soft, reverent love to you. But he never fucked you like Paul had the night of your stupid mistake, and when your core still ached as you laid awake against Andy’s chest while he slept deeply, all you could think about was Paul’s thick cock splitting you apart until you almost screamed. And you hated him for it.

“Nothing to say, princess?” Your lip curled at him in a low growl when he sneered at you through the mirror, hissing when he finally wrenched your skirt up around your waist and teased his fingers under the edge of your lace panties. “Tell you what, if you’re not already soaked like a fucking whore, I’ll stop.”

“Ow, bastard!” You tried to turn around and slap him when he literally ripped your panties off you, the breaking elastic snapping against your skin with a sting, but then he was dipping two fingers into your center and stroking your walls slowly so all you could do was whine.

“Knew it.” You heard the clink of his belt under his low chuckle, arching your back when you felt his freed cock slap against the curve of your ass and spreading your legs as slick leaked from around his fingers and coated the inside of your thighs. “Just love to play the stuck up bitch, but this pussy fucking weeps for me. Sick of your fucking teasing, you goddamn slut.”

“Shut up and just fuck me.” You braced your hand against the mirror and moaned when he finally slid inside you, screwing your eyes closed and swallowing thickly when he started slamming his hips into you.

“Fucking bitch.” He slapped your ass hard when you turned and snarled at him, groaning when you clenched tight around him in response and digging his fingers into your hip as he spread your cheeks apart to watch his shiny cock plunge into you.

He was rabid, barely any rhythm to his thrusts as he grunted with each push of his hips. The slap of his hips against your ass and the lewd, wet sloshes of your pussy sucking him back in filled the empty bathroom with your grunts and moans. One of his hands snaked up to yank the front of your dress open and pull out your tits, pinching and pulling at your nipples until you were mewling for him.

You slammed your palm against the mirror when he curled over you and started biting at your neck, not even able to care that he was leaving marks all over you since you were so lost in your pleasure. The hand that was digging into your hip slid between your legs and you had to bite your cheek to keep from screaming, rolling your ass to meet his vicious thrusts while he started circling your clit harshly with the tips of his fingers.

“That’s right, come all over my cock like the fucking whore you are.” His breath was hot on your neck as he kept fucking you like an animal, and you avoided looking in the mirror as if not seeing his face would mean this wasn’t happening. “God, you’re so fucking tight. He ever make you come like this?”

“Shut up.” Your body vibrated around him when he bent his knees and slammed his cock over your g-spot, your legs almost giving out as pleasure roared through your veins and you fought the urge to scream at him. The last thing you wanted was for him to bring up Andy right now.

“He doesn’t, does he? Because he doesn’t treat you like the filthy fucking bitch you are.” He pulled you upright so he could sneer at you in the mirror, your wild eyes meeting his and widening as you took in your completely wrecked state, your makeup smeared and bruises all over your neck while you arched your bare breast into his hand. “But I know, and if I have to fuck you like a dirty slut to get you to quit being a fucking cunt, I’m gonna do it.”

“God, fuck you, Diskant.” You reached back and dug your nails into his neck, grinning wickedly when he hissed at you raising sharp red welts in his skin. “So fucking worried about me, when you’re the one who’s trailing after me like a kicked dog. That sweet little fiancée not keeping you satisfied?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He shoved three fingers in your mouth when you laughed at him, groaning into your hair when he felt you flutter around him again.

Drool started leaking down your chin as Paul pressed your tongue down and slid his fingers towards the back of your mouth, making you gag. You could feel his rhythm starting to grow frantic, the force of his thrusts crashing your hips into the edge of the sink until you were sure you were going to have bruises. He gripped your knee with his free hand and pushed it up until it was resting against the cool marble of the sink, opening you up so he could hit you even deeper and forcing you to brace both hands against the mirror to maintain your balance.

A thin whine escaped around his fingers when he ground into you at the perfect angle, your toes curling in your pumps as you spasmed violently and your release gushed out around him and soaked his thighs. Paul’s hips finally stopped moving when he shot his thick cum inside you, shoving himself as deep as possible as his cock twitched in his release and he buried his face in your neck to muffle his roar.

He surprised you by grabbing your hair at the roots and turning your head so he could smash his lips against yours, tangling his tongue with yours until you couldn’t breathe then growling when you shoved him off you.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You hissed when he pulled your skirt down over your hips unceremoniously, turning to snarl at him as you shoved your tits back into your bra and started to do your dress back up. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Jesus Christ, fuck off.” He tucked himself back into his slacks and redid his fly as he watched you try to straighten yourself out, a massive undertaking with how fucked out you looked. “Next time I’m gonna fuck that bitch mouth so I don’t have to listen to that fucking voice.”

“There’s no next time.” You turned back around and grabbed some paper towels to clean the mess you two had made between your thighs. “There shouldn’t have been a this time, fuck.” You splashed some water on your face and wiped off your smeared makeup before grabbing a scarf and winding it around your neck to cover the marks he’d left on you. “I’m not doing this again.”

“You’re a fucking liar.” He wrapped his hand around your arm and pulled you into his chest, ignoring your growl as he scraped his teeth over the curve of your cheek. “You want this, you fucking need it. Otherwise you would’ve locked the door when you saw me coming.”

Your full armed slap caught him off guard, sending him staggering across the floor as you gave a satisfied sneer. He stared daggers at you when you strode past him to collect your purse, grumbling wordlessly as you prowled towards the door without sparing a glance for him.

“Wait five minutes before following me, bastard.”

“I’ll see you next time you fucking bitch.” He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before leaning against the wall and waiting for some time to pass so he wouldn’t arouse suspicion. “Hope you have a good time at lunch with Barber while my cum’s leaking down your thighs.”

You glared at him over your shoulder before heading back out to the hall, trying to hold back tears when you saw Andy waiting for you outside of his courtroom. Somehow you managed to return the smile he was giving you, hating yourself when you let him press his lips to your forehead softly before he was guiding you out of the courthouse and asking where you wanted to go for lunch. You pointedly ignored Paul walking out of the bathroom, his icy stare following after you as he rubbed his hand over the scratches you’d left on his neck.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Shit, Ludlow must have waited for him. “You look like you got in a fight with a wildcat.”

“Nothing happened, I’m just sick of that fucking cunt.” He relaxed when the man just snorted in agreement, tuning out his ranting as he thought about what it would be like to fuck your throat until you couldn’t talk anymore.

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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I just finished reading all your Haikyuu Kitsune fics and I am obsessed. I was wondering what would happen if kitsune Suna just kidnapped the reader one night and she just wakes up in his Kitsune village tied up lol.

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Glad you enjoyed them! Thanks for reading & requesting ^-^

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You were awake for a while already, pondering, when you finally heard the door to the basement open again. Even though you felt exhausted and anxious after the last few hours that you spent alone in the dark, you still mustered up the strength to glare, enough hatred in your gaze that the person entering the basement should have dropped dead if looks could kill. Person? Entity? You weren’t sure how to title him, but any name that came to mind wasn’t a very friendly one.

“You’re scrunching up your face... again,” he noted, and now pointed out, you grimaced even more. Suna either didn’t want to understand why you were looking at him, clearly finding discomfort in your gaze as he opted to avoid your eyes, or he decided to play dumb. Whichever it was, it only made you angrier!

“Seriously...” he mumbled, sighing deeply before placing down the tray he had been carrying, on a barrel next to the stairs. The whole basement was stuffed with things that seemed like they had been standing there for a while, unused and covered in thick layers of dust. Some of the stuff looked like ancient versions of modern tools for farming, but with that man nearby, your whereabouts were your slightest worry.

“I got you some food.”

Placing a spoon into the bowl he had brought, he stirred it briefly, a gooey, thick substance dripping of the cutlery when he lifted it into the light of the candle accompanying him. You, right away, felt anything but hungry, even if you assumed it was just oatmeal. Still, judging from the looks of it, you couldn’t find even one thing that was appetizing about it.

Taking the bowl with him, he walked over to you, a hand reaching out towards your face as you reacted, pushing yourself backwards until your back hit another barrel behind you. The metal chains wrapped around your wrists rattled upon your stir, making Suna flinch away for a second, his whole body stiffening as he looked back over his shoulder and up the staircase. He remained silent for a moment as if he waited for the door to open, but nothing happened.

“Don’t be too loud,” he reminded you for what must have been the fiftieth time since he threw you over his shoulder and made a run for it to this place, a strange, abandoned village in the forest. “They could hear you. Just be warned that other than me, my kin might eat you on the spot.”

Part of you wanted to call this a bluff—just a trick to keep you quiet. But knowing how unpredictable he was, you didn’t want to get to know any other ‘of his kin’ either. This time, you drilled a hole into the hand slowly approaching your face, strained your neck to get it off you. But lastly, he managed to pull on the cloth wrapped around your head and gagging you, making you fear more scratches from the claws on his fingers.

You didn’t know it was possible to feel sore around your mouth but being free of the gag it was the painful reality you were facing. “Eat,” Suna decided, gathering the gunk of a meal on his spoon before lifting it to your lips. “Fuck off!” you hissed at him quickly, turning your head away and making him struggle to hold the spoon properly, dripping its contents everywhere.

“I am doing this for you, you know?” he growled as you two fought over whether you were going to eat or not. Until Suna had enough, his second hand much quicker and less careful in its approach as it clipped over your nose, pulling you forward. You didn’t have enough time to see it coming, gasping as he cut off your air supply and tugged, making you open your mouth wide enough for him to press the spoon forward.

The taste of unseasoned oats and the wooden spoon mixed with your saliva while you tried not to gag from the slime that seemed to slip right down your throat. Before you knew it, Suna let go of your nose, and you didn’t hesitate to spit out whatever hadn’t been forwarded to your stomach yet, the mass spilling all over the floor.

Disgusted, Suna watched you as you coughed, wishing the taste would pass immediately, not even a hint of understanding in his gaze. “For someone so worried about food, you’re very wasteful. Open up, come on.”

You barely had time to recover as he scooped up another mouthful, but this time you felt ready nonetheless. Clenching your teeth together, you waited for him to do the trick again, deciding you’d rather suffocate than accept any food from him, especially one that you couldn’t be sure where, when, and how it was made.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he pressed the spoon up to your teeth, growing impatient as you wouldn’t open up no matter how much pressure he applied. Suna even gripped your chin from below, trying to slam both forces together, but you persisted. You would have been mighty proud of yourself for resisting if not for the oatmeal getting plastered all over your face, its consistency running down your cheeks and lips as Suna threw away the spoon in frustration.

“Fine!” he gnarled. “You want to show me how tough you are? I can do that too!”

As if on cue, the light flickered before going out, but even just the three seconds that you were able to see his bared teeth - his pointy fangs looking even longer than you imagined them from that time he bit you - scared you. It was the first time, but certainly not the last, that you felt yourself submit to him. Like an animal who tugged in its tail, you flinched away, ducking lightly until all you could see were his golden, shining eyes in the dark. Even if it was just a spur-of-the-moment action, you instantly felt embarrassed and upset you reacted the way you did.

“Good,” he appraised your recoiling motion before he moved closer. You felt his body leaning towards you, the warmth impossible to ignore as his arms caged you on either side, barrel in the back and fox in the front. You felt something wet and rough drag over your chin, lips, and cheek before you felt it trying to intrude on your mouth. Even if you wanted to complain, scream even, you found yourself cut off by Suna exploring the inside and catching your voice, the damn taste of oatmeal back on your tongue with no way of spitting it out.

His arms closed in on your hands, long fingers wrapping around the metal restraints and pulling your shoulders down until your hands pressed against the dirty ground, making it almost impossible to move your body like you wanted. The kiss continued, mouths opening for quick breathers in between, and you had to realize that these fangs weren’t optimal to be used for kissing, your teeth colliding with his a few times, and your lips getting caught on the fangs. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but every time it happened, you felt a spark of pain going through you.

The sounds very quickly changed from sloppy to passionate on his side, soft whines and groans escaping him in the breaks. You felt like you were going to die from either shame or the pain of him ending up dislocating your shoulders as Suna kept pressing in further and further, his chest soon enough resting on yours while your hands hurt from being caught in his grip and bracing against the ground.

All that was left when he very suddenly, very unpredictably, pulled away was the taste of iron as his fang finally managed to rip open a small part of your lip. You cursed inwardly as you took deep breaths, trying to regain air and your composure, while you barely heard him whisper something under his own breath. “... too much,” you made out, coming from him before he turned around, taking deep breaths.

“What the fuck--!” you cursed, but Suna was quick to return to you, clasping his hand over your mouth before listening intently. “Shhh!” he hissed, listening again, just like before. However, this time, you collected all the courage you had in you to bite him in the hand, catching a finger to latch on to. Suna noticeably flinched before he pulled away, seemingly looking at his hand for a split moment in an emotion you couldn’t make out. Still, before long, he clicked his tongue and pressed the gag he had taken off you back in place.

Even if you struggled now, he was stronger than you as well as relentless, and after tying a knot in the back, his hands lingered on each side of your head briefly. You could only see his eyes coming closer, but next thing you knew, you felt another kiss to your exposed lips before he seemed to notice the blood, his tongue coming forth to lick the wound tenderly, different from how he treated you before. “Fuck...” he whispered before he finally let you go and got up, his feet barely making any sound as he moved away.

“I’ll be back in the morning, don’t make a sound if you want to survive the night,” were his last words before he swiftly walked up the stairs and out the door, again leaving you behind all by yourself.

What were you supposed to make out of the situation? Why did he bring you here anyway if he was just going to leave you alone? What was ‘too much’, and why did he kiss you again and again? It felt like every time you saw him, you had more questions left unanswered than before. All you knew was that you wanted to go home.

And hopefully, this was just a very awful nightmare you’d soon wake up from.

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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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hey toni… request for u!!! what about an mc with a cat who looks super sweet, and is to mc, but torments the brothers. and when theyre like “your cat is a demon” mc is just like “awwww no hes my baby!!! how could you say that!!!”

(I have a soft spot for these kinds of cats, okay, they just love their owner and don't like anyone else lmao xD)

By the way, these are to be taken in a comical sense! No cats were actually harmed by any demon boys!😽

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Lucifer:

At first, he tried to be indifferent to that cat being around, especially considering how important said cat was to MC

But the moment this cat started hissing at and scratching him for absolutely no reason, he was ready to throw the ball of fluff right out a window

Glaring fights all the time between these two, and I would not put it past Lucifer to even hiss right back at the cat to assert dominance

Cue puffed up demon form, wings flared out to try and be scary and intimidating, only for the cat to puff up in turn and spit and hiss even louder

(Get a spray bottle and spray them both down, seriously)

He brings up his issues with MC, who has the demonic thing in their lap, purring away as they pet him, acting all innocent and sweet

"No way! They wouldn't hurt a fly! You just don't like them cause you're a dog person, pff," they dismiss him and he just gets more angry and annoyed

He eventually asks MC to keep the cat in their room, unless they want him to turn them into a snack for Cerberus (rude, Luci. Rude)

Mammon:

He genuinely wants to be the cat's friend, cooing at them and wanting to pet and play with them; hell, he even gets toys with his own money!

But when the cat just hisses with full fangs showing and swipes at his face; oh it is f*cking on

They become mortal enemies, and he doesn't care who sees them fight; full on wrestling matches in the hallways, bedrooms, wherever these two are, they fighting

And when it comes to getting attention from MC? Whooo boy. It gets ugly!

He will literally yeet the cat across the room much to MC's horror and get a hard wack to the chest or even the head while they run to check on their precious baby

He complains to MC about how the cat is towards him, but he gets shut down immediately; "They are a good baby! You just like to antagonize them and cause trouble!"

You wound him, MC. Just you watch, one day he is gonna get it on camera to show how evil this cat really is!

Leviathan:

He thinks the cat is very cute, and tolerates them being in his room, up until they start climbing his shelves and knocking over his figurines

"No, kitty, you don't belong up there, come here! Let me get you do--WHAT THE FU-!"

Bites right down on his hand, growling in the process, and when he pulls his hand away, the cat starts hissing loudly as well

Goes full demon mode and ready to square up with this cat; he defiled his precious idols AND dared to attack him? Oooooh no sir!

Grabs the cat off his shelf and proceeds to start a wrestling match, cat scratching and hissing while he hisses and snarls in return

MC comes in to check on them only to scream and break up the fight, checking on their cat, leaving Levi to pout and whine at them about their cat being an asshole

"It's not like they did it on purpose, Levi! You could've seriously hurt them when in your demon form!"

Feels utterly betrayed by his Henry, a feral beast picked over him; he continues to pout and mumble while MC tends to their cat, giving Levi a few comforting headpats every now and then

Satan:

Determined to befriend this damned cat

He puts up with the hissing and the biting and scratching, all in the name of his love for the furry being

Please accept him, kitty, he is a desperate soul who wishes to bond with you and take care of you

Genuinely gets sad at how the cat starts to avoid him the more he tries to get close, and brings up this issue to MC

"Maybe try their favorite treats? I give them some whenever they do something good, so maybe that can help you bond?"

Makes it a point to get as many bags of treats as he can to try and win over this cat

Will give them a few when they start getting close, and even more when they are right next to him, so he can reach out and pet them

Gets rewarded in clawed up fingers and even a few scratches at his face when he tries to pick up the furious fur ball and give them a hug

Asmodeus:

Oh such a cutie, I would love to give them pets, come here little dar--OH OWWW!

Nope, not putting up with this evil thing, don't let them anywhere near this demon

The trust was broken immediately when he tried to take a chunk out of Asmo's delicate hand and it can not be gained back

The cat fluffs up and hisses whenever Asmo walks by them and he just gives them the biggest stink eye, softly growling at them in turn

If MC is spending time with him, he refuses to let the cat into his room, or whatever room they are hanging out in

He is not risking letting that animal bite him again, and he shows the bite mark to MC, complaining about how cruel their cat is

"Oh, no, he really is such a sweetheart though! He'll warm up to you, I promise, it just takes a little time. But don't give up on him!"

Asmo isn't sure if that cat will ever warm up to him, considering they practically glare holes into him any time he enters a room they are in!

Beelzebub:

He is very accepting of the furball right away, letting them follow him around and hang out with him

He even enjoys their company from time to time, despite how sometimes they growl when he tries to pet them

But when they start growling at him and attacking his hands to make him drop his food, oh...

MC come get your cat before Beel devours them in rage!!!!

Chases the cat around the house the first time this happens and almost destroys several rooms in the process

Complains very angrily to MC what the cat did, and his frown only deepens when they defend them. "I'm sorry Beel, I am sure they were just hungry! Or more than likely they were playing with you, they are a very playful kitty cat!"

Glares between MC and their cat, trying to keep calm and not get mad at MC because he understands how much the cat means to them

Asks MC, politely, if they can keep the cat away from the kitchen because he doesn't want that to happen again

Belphegor:

Cool, another nap buddy! He doesn't mind sharing his bed, or MC's bed for that matter, with this catto

But it definitely does not go as smoothly as he thought it would

He places down his cow pillow to lay on it when the cat immediately jumps on it, claiming it as their own

When he tries to get them to move, they hiss and spit, sinking their nails into the fabric and swiping at Belphie any time he tried to move them off the pillow

Another case of fighting between demon and cat that ends up getting broken up by MC walking in and finding them tugging at the pillow

When they get on Belphie's case and not the cat's, he gets super defensive and complains about how mean the cat actually is

"Oh c'mon Belphie, they just wanted to lay on your pillow, you don't need to get so upset about it. You can share, can't you?"

No. This is his pillow. Screw this cat! Hugs his pillow to his chest while glaring at the cat who settles MC's lap, planning ways to get his revenge on the furball

#obey me #shall we date obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodues #beelzebub #belphegor #request #headcanon #cat tw #lordiavolo

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Sink Your Teeth into Forever Chapter 5

TITLE: Sink Your Teeth Into Forever Chapter 5 PAIRING: No Pairing (For now) RATING: M CHAPTER: 5/? SUMMARY: Eleanor “Elle/Ellie” is a human girl raised by vampires. Godric and his nest to be exact. She was left on Godric’s doorstep as a baby. She’s not quite human though. When Godric goes missing, his mysterious progeny Eric Northman shows up to help. Elle has never met Eric before and Eric has never heard his Maker speak about Elle. Will these two get along? Or will Eric’s jealousy get the better of him?

Isabel came in, dragging Hugo behind her and threw him at Godric’s feet.

Elle gasped and scooted away from him until she hit a pair of shoes. She looked up and saw Eric.

The Viking looked down at her before helping her up.

“Here is the one who betrayed us,” Isabel said.

“Hugo. He’s your human, is he not?” Godric asked.

“Yes, he is.”

“Do you love him?”

“I thought I did.” Isabel hung her head and it looked like she was about to start crying.

“It appears you love him still.”

“I do. I’m sorry.” Isabel sniffled. “But you are my sheriff. Do with him as you please.”

Godric looked down at Hugo. “You are free to go.”

“What?” Stan growled.

“The human is free to go. And do not return. I fear it is not safe for you here.”

“This is a travesty.”

Elle glared at Stan. Imaging herself breaking a pool cue and staking him herself.

Eric chuckled beside her.

Apparently, she had projected that onto him since their hands were touching still.

“This is my verdict,” Godric told him, “Eric, escort them out. Make sure he leaves unharmed.”

“Yes, Godric,” Eric said. He stepped away from Elle and roughly picked Hugo up off the floor.

“Thank you, Sheriff,” Isabel said.

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Elle was happy when it was just her and Godric again.

The vampires had cleared out of the sitting room as Eric entered the room and knelt next to Godric.

“Hugo’s been dispatched. I told him not to stop driving until he reaches the Mexican border. I’ve arranged for an AB-negative human for you. Extremely rare.”

Elle looked up at Godric and held out her wrist to him.

“Thank you, my children. I’m not hungry.”

“You have to feed eventually. I doubt the Fellowship had anything to offer. Why wouldn’t you leave when I first came for you?”

Elle frowned.

He wouldn’t leave with Eric?

“They didn’t treat me badly. You’d be shocked at how ordinary most of them are.”

“They do nothing but fan the flames of hatred for us.”

“Let’s be honest. We are frightening. After thousands of years, we haven’t evolved. We’ve only grown more brutal, more predatory. I don’t see the danger in treating humans as equals. You see Elle as an equal, do you not?”

Eric’s blue eyes flickered to Elle, who sat on the other side of his Maker. “She’s not human and you know it.”

“The Fellowship of the Sun arose because we never did so.”

“Is that why you wouldn’t fight back when they took you?”

“I could have killed every last one of them within minutes.”

That made Elle shiver. Sometimes Elle forgot that Godric was a 2000 year old vampire who could snap her neck in the blink of an eye.

“And what would that have proven?”

Elle perked up.

“What is it, my sweet?” Godric asked her.

Couldn’t he feel that? The tension in the air?

She got up, Godric and Eric following until she saw a woman in a red dress with Sookie and Bill.

“Get lost you fucking bitch! You’ve lost this one!” Sookie yelled.

The woman in the red dress lunged for Sookie with her fangs out. She threw Sookie on a table and went for her neck.

Godric grabbed the woman by the throat and Eric stood by his side. “Retract. Your. Fangs. Now.”

The woman’s fangs snapped up.

“I neither know nor care who you are. But in this area and certainly in this nest, I am the authority. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sheriff.”

Godric released the woman and turned to Sookie and Bill. “This human has proven herself to be a courageous and loyal friend to our kind. And yet you treat her like a child does a dragonfly, pulling off wings for sport. No wonder they hate us.”

“She provoked me,” the woman argued.

“And you provoked me. You disrupted the peace in my own home and threatened my Eleanor’s friends. I could snap you like a twig. Yet I haven’t. Now, why is that?”

“It’s your choice.”

“Indeed it is. You’re an old vampire, I can tell. You’ve had hundreds of years to better yourself, yet you haven’t. You are still a savage, and I fear for all of us, humans and vampires, if this behavior persists.” Godric turned to Bill. “You. You seem to know her.”

“Yes, Sheriff,” Bill said.

“Escort her from the nest.”

Bill looked at Sookie.

“Go ahead. I’m fine,” Sookie told him.

“I wish you out of my area before dawn,” Godric told the woman.

Bill escorted the woman out.

A young man entered the nest and said, “Excuse me, everyone. If I could have your attention. My name is Luke McDonald. I’m a member of the Fellowship of the Sun. And I have a message for you all from Reverend Steve Newlin.”

He opened his jacket and revealed he had bombs attached to his chest.

Godric’s eyes met Elle’s as he pushed the button.

#godric #godric (trueblood)#godric imagines #eric northman #eric northman imagines #true blood #true blood imagines #true blood fanfiction #sookie stackhouse #sookie stackhouse imagines #bill compton

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paintball169 · 3 years

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Day 3 - Identities

Day1 - Day2 - Day3 - Day4

Marinette had been living with the waynes for over a month now. The reason? Tom and Sabine sent her away to her biological father. Apparently To Dupain was not her biological, but Bruce Wayne was.

Marinette had a sliver of hope, A really, really thin one. Which had faltered by the month.

Marinette had defeated Hawk Moth with Chat Noir. Apparently Plagg found the brooches along with two sleeping kwamis accidentally. At night when Gabriel and Natalie were asleep, He had stolen the miraculous. On the patrol that night, Chat had told her that the miraculous were right under their noses. He gave her the two brooches and told her that Plagg had found the brooches in his father’s study. He told her that Gabriel was Hawk moth and Natalie was Mayura. Then he de-transformed and handed her the ring saying that he wanted to continue his life as a civilian.

Later that week it was announced that Chat noir found out who Hawk Moth was and he had stolen the miraculous at night. He then said that Gabriel and Natalie were the Villians. He then revealed himself saying that he was innocent, and he had no idea that his father was Hawk moth. Marinette had thought that with Hawkmoth gone she could beat Lila, But no, it Backfired. That was the reason she was Shipped off. Like an object. She was replaced just like an object.

Her only wish was to die. But she had tried to do that multiple times. Someone always managed to save her. So no, that option was unavailable. She had thought that she would finally be able to die in Gotham by sucide, But no, Selina, Cassandra or Jason always managed to save her.

By now she had started to see the woman as a mother figure. The Waynes hated her. They didn’t even listen to her side of the story. Only Cass and Jason had seen that there was more to the story. Selina and Alfred too, of course. The waynes saw her with disgust. They laid out certain rules.

And of course she figured out they were Bat family. She may not be from Gotham, but she wasn’t certainly stupid. She had to admit, The Waynes were really good at hiding the Batfam thingy. But what gave them away? Misplaced Batarangs by Tim. Then Tikki had also found the cave. She wasn’t stupid, Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne were good friends and certainly Batman and Superman. The people of Justice league stopped by often at the Manor too.

Speaking of the Justice League, They had given her an offer to join the League, but she declined. They had given her a satellite phone for emergencies to contact the league. They had praised her high and low. Batman was even Concerned for her when he found out her age range. Concerned! If they knew that Ladybug was their new sibling who was claimed to be a bully, she’d be declared a threat and her take Miraculous away.

Her routine was the same. Wake up. Eat breakfast in silence as she was being glared at. Study something. Do commissions while talking to her boyfriend, Luka and the others. Eat Lunch while being glared at. Study the Grimoire with Alfred. Sketch some designs while talking to Selina and Cass. Draw illustrations while Jason talks. Eat dinner in Silence. Stay up till 3 am doing commissions. Sleep.

Last week she had introduced Luka to Cass, Selina, Jason and Alfred. It went really well. Especially when Jason found out he was Jagged Stone’s son.

She was thinking how she could step up her game with the Waynes. In her thoughts she didn’t see Selina coming in.

“What are you thinking about Kitten ?” Selina asks, seeing the half sketched dress.

“Gah! Selina don’t scare me like that! Anyway I was thinking, ``What do I do to annoy the waynes?” Marinette asks the Master of scheming Cat-woman.

“Hmm, what about going to your true self? Being in headphones, ignoring them, Snide answers, and stuff like that?” Selina says thoughtfully.

“Selina, that's brilliant! You’re the best Mom!” Marinette says. She covers her mouth with her hand realizing what she said.

“Aww, Com’ere Kit. I love you.” Selina says softly.

“You’re not mad?” Marinette hesitantly asks.

“Of course not!” She says.

“You’ll be more of a mother than Sabine will ever be to me.” Marinette says with a small voice and hugs the older woman.

Then the Chaos was unleashed. Whenever the Waynes wanted to ask her something she��d ignore them and she always had her headphones on.

- - - - - - - -

“Marinette, tell me why did you hurt the poor girl?” Bruce asks in a stern voice. Of course Mari didn’t hear him because of the blaring music.

“Marinette, Why did you hurt the poor girl?” Bruce asks again, obviously annoyed.

“MARINETTE-” He was cut off from Alfred of course.

“If I may Master Bruce,” he says, earning a nod. He gently taps the girl’s shoulder. Marinette moves her hair away and removes her Airpod. The music is loud enough for everybody to hear.Meanwhile Bruce flushes in embarrassment. “Miss, Your father wants to ask you something.” Marinette nods. She turns to her Father.

“What?” She asks.

“I asked, Why did you hurt the poor girl marinette, around two months ago?” He asks, patience bearing thin.

“Oh? I didn’t know that I could make a clone of myself and Send one to the fencing class and the other to beat her up at the Seine?” She says in a bored tone. Jason and Cass, not being able to hold their laughter any longer, burst out laughing.

Later that night they checked her attendance, sure enough she was in the fencing class.

- - - - - -

One day Marinette got a call from the Justice league, Stating an emergency. She quickly transformed to Ladybug and Portalled to the Watchtower.

“Ladybug, welcome to the Watchtower,” Wonder Woman welcomed, standing at the head of a group of heroes. Interestingly enough, Batman and all of his brood were among them. Nightwing, Red Robin, Black Bat, and Robin and the others.

“Wonder Woman,” she greeted back. “What’s the problem?”

“Your former partner has been kidnapped.”

Ladybug’s face turned pale, but she took a deep breath instead of panicking. “What do we know?”

“Ra’s al Ghul has taken the former Chat Noir in an attempt to convince the Guardian of the Miraculous to turn over the jewels to him,” Batman reported.

Her face turned up into a snarl. “The League of Assassins,” she spat.

They were surprised that she knew Ra’s. But they hid it well.

“I take it you understand why we cannot allow the Miraculous to be surrendered to his control,” Batman continued.

Wonder Woman stepped in before Ladybug could reply. “Ladybug, we need you to tell us who the Guardian is so that we may protect them.”

Ladybug let out a cold laugh. Shivers ran down everyone’s spine. “Wonder Woman, you misunderstand. The Order of the Miraculous is all but dead. I’m all that’s left. You want the Grand Guardian of the Miraculous?” She spread her arms wide. “You’re looking at her. And Ra’s al Ghul can have them over my dead body. ”

The gathered heroes looked stunned. “Now where is Adrien?”

Red robin started, recovering first. “You’re not going alone.”

“You’re right,” Ladybug cut in. “I’m not. I’m gathering my team.”

“What Red Robin meant to say is that Batman and his assembled partners are going with you,” Wonder Woman soothed. “They have experience dealing with Ra’s and would be a great asset.”

“I’ll be back in ten minutes, at the most.” She said. Everyone nodded. She portalled away to gather her team.

Five minutes later a portal opened and stepped out Honey bee, Dragoness and Cobra in the Glory. The portal snapped shut when Ladybug entered.

“This is not enough! We’re dealing with Ra’s al Ghul and the league here!” Ladybug said. “We need her. She’s the last resort if we lose!” Dragoness exclaimed. The Justice league was confused. Who were they talking about?

“You’re right. Bee, you’re the only one who knows where she is. You’re her best friend. I can't find her in all of paris!” Ladybug asks, turning to Honey bee.

“You’re right, I do. It’ll be easy to find her. She’ll be in her room. She’s always Isolated, so don’t worry about getting caught.” Honey Bee answers.

“Isolation! I thought I told her to Socialize!” Ladybug exclaims.

“Yeah, but her family treats her like a pariah except some people. But Ladybug I don’t know if she’ll be able to fight.” Honey bee says.

“Rossi?”

“Rossi.”

“Now location please.” Ladybug says.

“Right. Wayne Manor, Gotham, New Jersey.” Honeybee whispers. Earning surprised looks from Ladybug and the Supers.

“Alright.” Ladybug portals away. This was all staged of course. She had recently found a spell to make a clone of herself.

“Why won't the hero be able to fight? She’s a hero!” Batman exclaims.

“Depression, you overgrown furry, Depression. She’s tried committing sucide several times. We saved her.” This earns many shocked looks.

Cue opening a portal. All of the Paris heroes Gasps. All in glory Multimouse is standing there.

When Honey Bee saw Multimouse, she gasped and enveloped her in a hug, muttering French endearments and saying how much she’d missed her. Dragoness stole Multimouse for a hug next before passing her on to Viperion who also received an extra peck on the lips in return, while Ladybug watched with a soft smile.

With Kaalki involved, it was child’s play to get into the assassin stronghold. Team Miraculous filled the gaps and worked seamlessly in their own right, simply a step away from Gotham’s Bats. They beat assassins on their own. The Bats just watched in awe.

It didn’t take them long to make their way to Ra’s.

The man wore a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he greeted him from his throne. A bruised and bloodied but otherwise intact Adrien was being restrained on the dias a few feet away.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Team Miraculous,” Ra’s mused, looking down the line. His eyes paused on Multimouse and his expression shifted to intense amusement. “And if it isn’t the latest in the Detective’s brood. I suppose heroics truly do run in the family after all.”

A number of shocked and confused gazes snapped to Multimouse, who simply stared at him down with cold eyes growling quietly.

“And yet she isn’t why we’re here,” Ladybug cut in coldly, shoving that problem in a box for later.

Ra’s shifted his oily attention to her. “Yes, I believe I requested the Guardian, young Bug.”

“And here I am,” Ladybug said simply. “But I will never cede the Miraculous to you.”

“Well, then I suppose the Blonde Cat dies.” The assassin near Adrien tried to kill him only to turn to orange smoke. Ra’s growls when he realizes he was tricked.

“Your reign is over. Your crimes won’t continue much longer. Tell me, just how long have you been using the Pits to keep yourself alive?”

“Goodbye, Ra’s al Ghul,” Ladybug intoned. “We’ll leave you to what remains of your empire.” She turned and motioned for the Fox to open the portal to the Watchtower. The Bats followed behind.

Adrien was at the fringes, attempting to escape a hero that was trying to get him to the Medbay for medical attention. He only had eyes for Multimouse.

“Marinette!” he called.

The Bats were shocked at both the name and the blatant outing of a secret identity.

Adrien broke free from his wounds. “Marinette, I’m so sorry,” he said brokenly.

It was quiet for a moment. “I take it they told you why I left, then,” Multimouse said, carefully devoid of emotion.

“I never thought-”

“Don’t, Adrien,” Queen Bee snapped.

Adrien gaped at his friend, shocked at the venom her words carried against him.

“But her Lies, they weren't hurting anyone!”

“How?” Multimouse snapped, her voice cracking. She took a deep breath. “How was it different? Because you told me I had to ‘take the high road?’ Because her lies would unravel themselves? Because she wasn’t hurting anyone? Bullshit, Adrien! They were hurting me!”

“She followed your advice at first,” Queen Bee said sharply. “She shouldn’t have, but you were her friend and she trusted you. By the time she realized that it had been a mistake, it was too late. Everyone else was in too deep and you did nothing . When Mari tried to tell everyone that they were being lied to, she was made to look like a liar. A bully.”

“Do you realize that the rest of us had people on watchlists?” Ryuko said bluntly. “People at risk of Akumatization that could bring the city to its knees. Aurore, because of Stormy Weather II. Ondine, because of Syren. But do you know who was on top?” She let the silence sit. “Marinette. Marinette was on top of that list. The only reason she was above Ladybug was because Marinette was drowning. But any time she tried to get through to the others, Lila hit back harder and you would ask Mari to back down. Because we don’t want to upset Lila, right? We don’t want her to become an akuma. Again.”

“My parents believed her, Adrien,” Multimouse said quietly. “They sent me away because I was ‘out of control’. I’m treated like a criminal where I am now! So I’m sorry, Adrien, but I can’t forgive you. You said you didn’t want to live with more lies, but then you stopped telling the truth when it threatened your ‘peace’. Even when that ‘peace’ might have ruined my life.” She took a deep, steadying breath. “But you know what they say, right? Never meet your heroes.” She turned and looked straight at Batman. “They’ll always just disappoint you.”

- - - - - - - -

The next week was tense at the Wayne manor. But eventually they apologised to marinette. She became close with them. She and her family then sent lawsuits to the Akuma class.

The saying is true then. “All’s well that ends well.”

@maribat-bdbwm

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atsuminthe · 3 years

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Sharing is caring

—The twins fight over your affection. You decide to share the love and treat them both.

note: mm i love the miyas so this was super fun to write (◕દ◕) oh to be tsum’s princess and samu’s puppy 😔

warnings: female reader, 18+, threesome, incest (i’m not too sure about this one but i put it here anyway), anal sex, double penetration, nipple play, slight spanking, praise/degradation (very mild), slight dacryphilia, slight dumbification, pet names, one (1) clit spank

taglist: @nakizumie; @risjime; @lovelytarou;

“Wait, ‘Tsumu—”

Atsumu whines when you push him off of you, flopping on the other side of your bed, and you scramble to your feet to grab a t-shirt from the floor. You hastily pull it over your head and open the door.

“Yes, sorry—oh, ‘Samu!” you beam, patting your hair to smooth it down a bit. Osamu smiles, taking in your dishevelled form—his cheeks tint a pretty pink when he realizes that you’re only in your underwear and that’s his twin’s shirt slightly covering your thighs. “What’s the matter?” He clears his throat awkwardly.

“Am a interruptin’ something?” he asks, grey eyes flickering from your face down to your body, then shifting behind you to see his twin splayed on the bed. You shake your head, smiling.

“No, actually—”

“YES, YA ARE!” Atsumu cuts you, raising his body and propping himself on his elbow. “Now scram, scrub,” he frowns, gasping when Osamu flips him off. With a sigh, the silver-haired twin shifts his attention to you.

“A can come later if ya—” he starts, but you grab his hands, pulling him into your bedroom and pushing his chest until he falls into the bed next to his brother. An idea pops in your head—and by the pink flush on Osamu’s face, he will definitely like it.

“What the fuck—” Atsumu huffs, raising an eyebrow, but you shush him as you jump between them, kneeling in front of Osamu with a grin.

“Wanna join us?”

To say he’s shocked—him, and his twin—is an understatement. His pupils are blown wide, eyes almost black, as the blond gasps behind you. “C’mon! It’ll be fun, I promise,” you laugh as Atsumu’s hands circle your waist, slipping under the maroon shirt and making you shudder. “Besides, I love you both the same. It wouldn’t be fair if only ‘Tsumu gets action.” Osamu stares, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, while Atsumu becomes impatient at the lack of attention he receives.

“HEY! Yer my girlfriend,” the setter pouts, accentuating ‘my’ with a sharp nip to your neck, growling at the way you mewl his name. “An’ a don’t like sharin’.”

“‘Tsumu—it’s not fair for ‘Samu, I want him to have fun too,” you manage between moans, head thrown back and resting on the blond’s shoulder. He gives his twin a sharp look—she’s mine, it says—but then realizes something.

This is a great opportunity to show you that nobody—not even his own brother—can fuck you better than him. He smirks, then fakes a sigh and clicks his tongue. “Fine, a guess he can join,” he relents, lifting the shirt so his brother has a perfect view to your just-as-perfect chest, moving his hands to pinch one of your nipples. The motion makes you arch your back with a muffled moan, and the blond can see his sibling eyeing your perky tits hungrily. “Go ahead—don’t just stand there like an idiot.”

And the silver-haired spiker complies, dipping his head down to latch his mouth onto your other nipple, massaging your breast as he does so. The hotness of his tongue, coupled with the swirl of it and the gentle sucks force a wobbly moan out of you, thighs trembling as you rub them against each other, trying to get some relief from the friction. Atsumu is quick to part your legs, hand shooting between them to rub your clit through your panties. He groans at the wetness he finds there.

“Naughty little thing—yer enjoyin’ this, aren’t ya?” he coos, and all you can do is let out a gurgled moan, hands scratching at said man’s shoulder and the blond’s arm. Your hips buck into Atsumu’s fingers, and he nudges his brother to take off your panties—he does, throwing them somewhere on the floor while moving his head to place sloppy kisses down your body—on your breasts, under them, your ribcage, your tummy—gently biting the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Osamu peppers your skin with nips and sticky kisses, inching closer and closer to your heated core. Each ministration makes you gasp, and Atsumu turns your head to crash his lips over yours, stealing your breath away. He’s feral—like his brother, really. It feels like a competition of who can make you feel the best.

Unbeknownst to you, it is.

You arch your back, moaning against the Atsumu’s lips when Osamu licks a stripe from your hole to your clit. It feels so good, and you’re so hot—you need release, and you need it now. The hand scratching his shoulder moves to grip his hair, tugging lightly on it to signal him that you need whatever he gives you—Osamu has always been at your beck and call, as did his brother, and now is no exception as he begins lapping at your cunt, groaning at the sweet taste of you. It’s addicting, intoxicating—he’s drunk on you, he wants more—he grabs your legs, throwing them over his shoulders, and continues eating you out like he’s a man starved.

Atsumu relishes in the little sounds you make. “So pretty for us,” he breathes against your lips, dragging his teeth across the lower one. One hand is squishing your chest, the other plays with your clit.

“‘S too much...” you mewl, black spots dancing at the edge of your vision. The twins groan in unison.

“Too much? Is our sweet little thing backing out now?” the blond mocks, and—as if on cue—Osamu releases your poor hole with a wet pop. You whine at the loss, hands blindly searching for them, and they chuckle at the way your body trembles with need.

“Hey, ‘Samu.”

“Yeah, ‘Tsumu.”

“She did pretty well, didn’t she?”

“Sure did. We should reward her.”

Atsumu’s fingers gently rub at your clit—you’re close, he knows, but he also knows that only this is not enough for you to get off. “Ya hear that, princess? ‘Samu wants to reward ya.” Your whimpers make their features soften, and they nod at each other, maneuvering you so you properly sit in Atsumu’s lap, with Osamu kneeling between your spread thighs. They lick their lips, watching the way you twitch in anticipation.

“How ‘bout ya decide what ya want, huh?” Osamu questions, holding one of your hands and raising it to press a kiss to the back of your palm. “A’m feelin’ generous tonight.”

Your moans and whimpers go unnoticed as Atsumu groans, an impatient sound, and roughly spanks your puffy clit—it makes you whimper, a bit of drool running down your chin. “Look at ya—yer so down bad for this ya can’t even speak,” he says, biting the love of your ear. “Use yer words, slut.”

“I–I want—” you hiccup, tears starting to fall from your eyes as the blond teases your slit by dragging the pads of his fingers along it, “I want you two! Please, ‘Tsumu, ‘Samu!”

“There ya go,” Osamu coos, wiping a few of your tears. “Yer not that much of a dumb puppy, are ya?” You can’t see it, but the glint in their eyes has become a fire. He leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Ya want ‘Tsumu to hold ya?” he asks, and you nod eagerly.

It’s not like you haven’t done anal before. You did, in fact—your blond boyfriend was always open to new ideas (“spice up the atmosphere”)—and it felt amazing, but you don’t know how you’ll manage to fit both of the twins. If Osamu is anything like his brother when it comes to length and girth, it will be a ride.

As if sensing your hesitation, Atsumu cups your cheek and presses a kiss to your temple. “Don’t worry, princess, we’ll take care o’ ya. Tell us if ya want to stop.”

Compared to Atsumu—who’s notorious for being fiery and untamed, burning you with his passion if you’re not careful and always eager to please—Osamu is a bit calmer. That doesn’t mean he’s going to back down or let his brother outshine him, of course—he’ll cool you down with his love, his kisses reminding you of a gentle breeze.

The blond slips his hand down, kneading the soft flesh of your ass and giving is a few light slaps. The growl in his chest rises the moment he sees your arousal dripping down your thighs, and his boxers fly somewhere next to your panties on the floor, swiftly joined by his twin’s. He rubs the head of his cock between your folds to slick it up, long fingers prodding at your puckered hole. He pushed one finger past the tight muscle ring—slowly, holding your hand—while he kisses your shoulder. “‘S okay, princess, a got ya,” he whispers when you squirm, giving Osamu a side glance. He moves his fingers easily, making good work of your focus on the twin in front of you.

His brother is too mesmerised with the way his cock disappears inside your cunt, velvety walls sucking him in and making him groan. He’s had sex before—it just didn’t feel like this: so amazing he might explode. You’re perfect, everything about you is—he bottoms in one fluid motion, making you throw your head back with an breathy moan of his name, giving the spiker an opportunity to suck a hickey on your neck.

Atsumu has long since removed his fingers, squeezing a bottle of lube on his dick to make sure he’ll slip in as smoothly as possible—he does, pushing in slowly and making sure it doesn’t hurt you.

They haven’t even started moving and it’s already overwhelming. Your vision is dotted with stars, your thighs are shaking and your breath is ragged, moans escaping every so often. “Feels—great...” you whimper, toes curling at the blond’s hips finally meet the soft expanse of your ass. “Move...”

And they do. Gently at first, letting you accommodate their sizes, then increasing their pace with every pleasured cry that leaves your lips. Grunts, whimpers, sobs and gasps fill the room as the twins rock their hips, battling over who gets to kiss you first and where, who makes you feel better and who loves you more. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten—but you can’t say anything, your brain to hazy and fucked out to form anything other than broken sounds.

“Look at you—we fucked ya stupid, haven’t we, princess?” Atsumu pants from behind you, nibbling at your ear. “Such a good girl—always so obedient and eager—”

“Yer squeezin’ me so tight, puppy—” Osamu groans, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him. He chuckles at the way your unfocused, teary eyes watch him, tongue lolled out, drool dripping down your chin as you pant and gasp. “So messy, just for us...” he smiles, feeling close. He stills his hips after he pushes in roughly, filling you to the brim with his cum.

Their words spur you on and bring you closer to your orgasm—soon, you break completely with a scream, body spasming and convulsing with the intensity of your release. You fall limp in Atsumu’s waiting arms, and he peppers your neck with sweet kisses as Osamu pulls his softening cock out of you, leaving his brother to chase for his high—he comes soon enough with a muffled groan, and you whine at the slight overstimulation. He shushes you with a kiss to your cheek.

The blond lets your back fall on the bed as he moves to sit next to his twin, watching with a smirk the way your plush thighs still shiver slightly in the aftermath. He loves it when you’re messy like this—cum oozing out of your pretty cunt, face full of tears and drool, sweat glistening on your skin—it gives him a sense of pride. A job well done, as he likes to put it. He fistbumps Osamu, and they smile.

“Ya know what ma’ always says,” the setter starts, grabbing a towel and cleaning you up as you weakly grab his hand—he raises it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it and whispering a soft ‘a love ya, princess’. He crawls next to you, draping an arm over your waist.

“Sharin’ is carin’,” the spiker finishes, flopping on the other side of the bed, placing your head on his bicep. Both of them kiss each of your temples, and you fall into a blissful sleep, warmth and love enveloping you from all sides.

You could get used to this.

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im srry ur not feeling well. u asked for infodump?

as ive been playing around w/ aus and comics (most not finished and thus not posted, just like scripts and doodles) i am now forming Opinons on ingo's pkmn history and personality!

so i was free writing comic ideas and i like to minimize ingo's time in hisui == day 2, ingo vanishes from pearl clan medi-tent, like irida just walks in and He's Gone. cue man hunt but ingo pops outta the bushes like 3-4hrs later. irida spots him 1st and mistakes the newly caught gliscor as an attacking pkmn. but when she tries to pull ingo out of the line of fire, ingo snags the gliding gliscor to also pull him along. irida: what. ingo: what? this is my new pkmn? whats that face for? ingo reveals that he not only caught gliscor but also a big machoke! punchline of comic is the cultural disconnect of ingo being like 'all adults have pkmn, pkmn are essential for indepedence, this world looks even more dangerous so i def need pkmn, how will anyone treat me seriously w/o pkmn??' to irida's pov being 'what a goddamn madman! who does this?!? how did he pull that off he has a concussion!?! why??'

onto personalities:

gliscor reminds ingo of emmet w/ its smile! the gliscor quickly clocks how much ingo needs him, and takes its emotional support duties v seriously! gliscor is always keeping one eye on ingo's mood and ready to provide a grin or a cuddle! ingo enjoys stimming by petting gliscor's smooth, exoskeleton! gliscor is pretty protective; he'll snarl or growl at offending ppl/pkmn but wont leave ingo's side w/o explicit orders.

machoke has great himbo energy and only notices ingo's downturning mood when gliscor makes a move or ingo starts spontaneously crying (remember early days! i want ingo to like slowly grow more accustomed to hisui and process his hidden grief! also ingo must b under a lot of stress/fear bc lacking memories). machoke loves ingo and how having a trainer progresses machoke in new, unheard of ways. machoke helps ingo move supplies, and eventually helps ingo construct a little cabin. =machoke naturally helpful and as ingo cant practice martial arts alongside machoke this is next best option for raising a fighting type pokemon. machoke rlly likes battling but in a kind of martial-arty, techinque focused way? if that makes sense? machoke isnt agressive; even in battles its more of a cool focus.

tangela! i want her to be a firecracker!! a can of whoop ass in flavor CHAOS!! i enjoy the contrast between tangela's cute looks and later tangrowth's 'gentle giant'ness with all this spunk amd energy! tangela starts shit and is always ready to throw down! like if there is an inter-pokemon conflict, tangela is getting in the middle and throwing on gasoline. if a baby sneasel wants a fight, tangela will not hold back! a wild pkmn getting too close to ingo? tangela strikes first!! tangela rlly loves ingo and gets into spats w/ gliscor on who gets to hang off the man. however she must admit gliscor is must better at comforting ingo

BRO. GRIPS YOU AND SHAKES YOU. THIS!!! THIS IS SUCH A GOOD INFODUMP I FEEL LIKE IM LOSING MY MIIIIIIIND OH MY GOD this is so cute

sits down. the way u describe ingo being like I GOTTA GET PKMN NOW!! and rhe way u describe his teams personality as me HOOPIN and HOLLERIN at the top of my lungs i love this so much. i love this so so much oh my god. would it be rude of me if i lightly plucked some of these (...p much all of it) for how i think abt his pokemon team??? its ok if youre protective of your interpretations, i dont wanna step on any toes!!!! i just adore ur descriptions im gonna explode

THANK U FOR THE INFODUMP wails in gratitude

#robin replies #ask #AAUAUGGHH #yesyesyesyesyes #this is sooo good this is so fucking GOOD #im like vibrating w the desire to doodle his team now #i dont have the focus but FUCK man i want to #AUUGGH

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