#i love the outfit and magic and the expression is so fun
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JJK Men: Seeing You Without Makeup For the First Time
Warning: Fluffy sweetness, insecurities, suggestiveness, language
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Choso Kamo, Modern!Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento
Word Count: 2,993
A/N: Ah yes, I love this trope. It was fun to write!! Please Enjoy, don't blame me from any cavities from this sweet fluff. Request Open.
Gojo Satoru:
The smell of freshly brewed coffee was the only thing keeping your eyes open. You grumbled and cursed the sun for rising another day as you leaned over the kitchen counter, watching the magic bean juice filling your cup. The higher-ups must not like you because the mission they just sent you on was hell.
A week, a damn week, you were gone. A week from your bed, students, and your boyfriend. Stupid old men and their dumb missions. But who were you to complain if you paid your bills and you were able to teach the next generation of sorcerers? So life wasn't that bad.
Then again, your somewhat happy outlook on life might be the sleep deprivation talking.
The bastards were sweet enough to give you one day to recuperate. There was no time to relax, though. You had laundry to sort through, groceries to pick up, and the normal mundane things you'd missed out on during the WEEK you were gone!
A day off was a day off despite it being a busy one. You would get it all done after you drank this coffee Satoru got you from Mexico on his last mission. As soon as you downed it, you would off. You were already dressed to go. You had on sweats and a t-shirt, and you opted out of putting on any makeup, seeing that you would just be running around.
Your phone chimed as Satoru’s name popped up on your screen. You smiled as you opened the chat.
Satoru: Good morning, beautiful! 😙 Welcome back! I had breakfast delivered to you; enjoy! 🍳🥓🧇
“Oh, he's getting laid later.” You squealed, running for the door to your apartment.
You flung it open, staring at the ground, expecting a bag, but instead, you were greeted by shoes. Designer shoes that you knew all too well. Slowly trailing up dark uniform pants and jacket that was from the same school you worked at. Further up, you caught sight of a wide grin, a blindfold, and fluffy white hair. All of which belongs to your boyfriend, who was holding a takeout bag.
“Special delivery for Y/L/N Y/N!”
Your boyfriend was here. The same boyfriend who was utterly gorgeous no matter what condition he was in. The man could be caked in blood, and you still wanted to kiss him. Then there was you; you always put in the effort to look nice around him, hair styled, cute outfit, some form of makeup always on.
Today was not one of those days.
In a panic, you squeaked, slamming the door in his face. “What the fuck?! What the actual fuck!?” You glanced around for anything you could use to hide your appearance. You panicked and grabbed the first thing off the couch.
“Uhm, babe?” Satoru questioned, opening the door. “I know you were gone for a week. But I'm Gojo Satoru, your boyfriend.”
“I know!! Sorry, I wasn't expecting to see you!” you had your back turned to him, covering your face with your hands. “T-Thanks for the food! But I have so much to do!”
“Really?”
“Yep! Laundry!”
“I had Ijichi pick it up this morning.”
Fuuuuck.
“O-Okay! I have to get groceries!”
“Your fridge is fully stocked, courtesy of yours truly.”
The room felt like it was shrinking in on you as you listened to him come up behind you. The bag was discarded as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. You weren't sure how he would react, seeing your bare face, and that was terrifying.
So many men thought women wearing makeup was like lying. You had always done very light and minimal makeup, but it didn't make it less scary. Sensing the tension, Satoru gently turned you around so you were facing him. He stiffened, his mouth turning from a grin to a shocked expression.
“Y/N?” His voice was so quiet.
“Y-Yeah?”
A choked laugh erupted from his throat. “I-Is that one of my blindfolded?!” He called as you stated at the darkness his blindfold provided. “Oh my god, hold on! Hold on!” You could feel him near you with the camera on his phone clicking. “Oh my god, wait until the second years see this!” Fingers hooked under the blindfold, yanking it up and off your head.
Your hands flew up, hiding your face. Your attempt was foiled as Satoru's gentle hands pulled them away. With a shuddering sigh, you looked up at him, biting your cheek as he fully saw you. For you, no makeup, fancy clothes, or styled hair.
Satoru just smiled, leaning down before he kissed your lips gently. “Welcome home.” He pulled back, tilting his head to the side. “What was with the off-brand cosplay?” Your cheeks are flushed, the darker pigment visible without any trace of makeup.
“I-I don't have any makeup on.”
“Oh!” He straightened, his large hand patting your head. “You're so cute.”
His grin grew wider at the confused expression inching its way over your face. “Seriously? Do you think that? Even without the makeup and the baggy clothes? You still think I'm cute?” Satoru’s head bobbed up and down so fast you thought his head would fall out. His sincere reaction made you giggle, shaking your head. “Satoru, you are so strange. But also extremely sweet.” When you looked up, you blinked, seeing Gojo holding up one side of his blindfold. His bright blue eye looked you over, inching over every curve and surface of you. “Satoru, stop staring.”
“I just was confirming something.” he snapped his blindfold back into place before draping an arm over you.
You poured yourself a cup of coffee while Satoru pulled your breakfast out of the bag. “Confirming what?”
“Just confirming with Six-Eyes that I have the prettiest girlfriend in the entire world.”
Gojo’s smile slowly faded as you slammed the coffee pot down. Oh fuck, what did he say?! You led around; fire swarmed in Y/E/C eyes as you stormed over to him, grabbing his wrist.
“W-What?! What did I say?” He huffed out a gasp as you shoved him onto the couch.
“Everything.”
You unzipped his pants, and Gojo’s eyes were wide behind his blindfold. Even with Six-Eyes, Gojo did not see this coming. Spoiler alert: It was him, he was going to cum.
Choso Kamo:
A knock at your door had you straightening from your spot on the couch. Looking at your phone, you quickly got up. It was well past midnight, and it was never a good sign when someone knocked that late at night on the door.
Much to your relief, when you opened the door to your apartment, your boyfriend looked down at you. “Choso?” a sigh of relief escaped your lips.
“I'm sorry. Did I wake you?” he asked before entering your apartment.
“No, I think you just saved me a stiff neck.” You yawned out before locking the door. “Did you and Yuuji finish up with that mission?”
“Yes, he went back home; I wanted to see you.”
Choso watched as you moved around the apartment. You straightened up the pillows on the couch and wiped down your kitchen before grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom. The entire time you went about your mundane tasks, Choso just stared. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was different about you.
Choso’s eyes moved over you. Trying to depict what was different tonight. Haircut? No. New pajamas? No, that wasn't it, either. Everything Choso tried to think of wasn't the right answer. Not knowing what it was frustrated him to the point that Choso’s eyebrow twitched.
What had you glowing in the lowlights of your bedroom as you pulled the sheets back? “Cho?” You finally asked with a nervous chuckle. “Are you okay? You're staring holes through me.” Realizing that he had been caught, Choso flinched.
“I'm sorry, sorry I just—” Words trailed off as his cheeks flushed.
You had noticed Choso staring at you since he came inside. The poor guy never saw you without makeup, which was probably strange. He seemed to be struggling, trying to find the words to the mountain of questions he might have.
“It's okay. I think I know what you're going to ask.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, you’re going to ask what’s different.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I look different because I’m not wearing makeup.”
Choso tilted his head to the side.”Oh, no, I was going to say you look radiant tonight.” The words that left his mouth had both of you standing in silence.
You just eyed Choso as he smiled, nodding his head like he'd figured out the mystery of what was different. Pleased with his conclusion, he helped you pull the sheets back. His hands smoothed out the covers before he peered up at you. You were blushing, smiling ear to ear as you finished pulling the bed back.
“I just finished doing my skincare routine,” you announced as you crawled into bed after Choso showered. “I have a new serum that is supposed to make you look luminescent.”
Choso studied you carefully as he crawled into bed with you. “Mmm, maybe that’s it.” He pulled you into his arms. “Or maybe it’s just me.” Choso hummed, staring into the face that he loved so much. “Falling in love.” Love?! “Yeah, I think that’s exactly what this is.”
That was the reasoning behind your radiant glow. A glow that always surrounded you no matter what you wore or looked like. Choso saw utter perfection in you. So it only made sense that the reason you looked extra stunning was that he had fallen in love with you even more.
You just snuggled closer into his chest, grinning wide as he yawned. “I love you too, Cho.”
Ryomen Sukuna:
Ten minutes. All it took was ten minutes before chaos erupted in Sukuna’s apartment. He had just finished changing when he heard the commotion. Yuuji and Choso were bickering before you gently tried to break up the argument. The next thing he heard was a scream, your scream, to be exact.
He bolted, running into the kitchen, where he found you wiping at your face. “What the fuck?!” His younger brothers both stood in shock, watching you in fear. Yuuji was holding a box of baking soda, and Choso held a bottle of vinegar.
In the center of the kitchen was the volcano experiment you had been helping Yuuji make. Sukuna was able to put it all together in an instant. He didn't bother yelling. He instead lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom.
“What the hell happened?” You flinched when you felt a warm, wet rag gently cleaning your face off.
“The boys wanted to see how big of an explosion they could make. But you know the boys, they both were arguing about who should do what. Words were said, contents were thrown into a beaker, and I didn't have my safety goggles on.”
Sukuna sighed, continuing to rub off the mess on your face. “You're not hurt, are you?”
“Nope!” Your confident response had your boyfriend chuckling as he wiped more of the foamy goop off your face.
After about five minutes of wiping and rinsing the rag, Sukuna sat on the tub's edge, examining your face. It was without the small amount of makeup you had on and the lighting of the bathroom that he stared at you. You were stunning, gorgeous in everything. But here in the bathroom, his eyes mapped out your face.
“What happened here?” he asked, fingertips pressing against a small scar under your eye.
Thinking it was food coloring, you turned to the mirror, seeing your bare face. “EH?!” You touched it, groaning as you looked back at your boyfriend, who was smirking. “You wiped off all my makeup!” For a second, Sukuna thought he was dealing with a third child in his apartment.
“Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to have vinegar on your face?” You shook your head. “That's what I thought. So confess what happened there?”
“Acne scar.”
A soft him rumbled in his chest before he learned over, thumb grazing over a tiny scar at the bottom of your lip. “This?” gentle fingers moved up, brushing over your bottom lip as he stepped closer towards you.
“I-I fell off my bike.”
You swallowed hard, whimpering as Sukuna’s fingers grazed over your face. You were feeling how soft your delicate skin was. All of you mesmerized him. Every time you came over, he learned a little more about you. And god, he fuckin’ loved that.
His hands gently mapped your face out. The softness had you breathing heavily, his eyes glued to your lips. Having your boyfriend gaze over you with such a soft yet burning gaze had you shifting. The air in the bathroom became thick with need as he slowly slipped your tank top sleeve down.
“Y/N, let me see all of you. I want to map out your body and learn everything it has to say.”
“W-What’s gotten into you?”
The whisper tone of your voice had Sukuna sliding the other sleeve of your tank top down. “You. You’ve crept your way into my heart.” The confession that spilled from his lips has you leaning in, wanting him to touch you everywhere. The same way he had touched your face.
“Hey, is she okay?” Choso’s timid voice whispered through the door. “Yuuji’s worried.”
“Take Yuuji out for ice cream.” Your tank top is slowly pulled over your head. “My card is on my dresser.”
Silence spreads out as you tug Sukuna’s shirt up and off. “R-Really?” hands began working on jeans.
“Yes, I have my own project to work on.” Sukuna turned the shower on, and he never heard Choso collecting Yuuji so fast. Refusing to answer any questions as the door to the apartment slammed shut.
Sukuna’s antics had you giggling, licking your lip, and he stripped you completely. “A project, huh?” he nodded, following you into the shower.
“Yeah, but it won't be vinegar foam that covers that pretty face this time.”
Nanami Kento:
The hotel sheets were cold and crisp over your and your boyfriend's bodies. Between the chill and the heat Nanami was putting out, you felt so comfortable. It was the perfect combination that made you want to relish the feeling forever.
The sun was up, which meant you both would be going home soon. You both had been called out on a mission, one that took a bit longer to handle than you both were anticipating. You missed the last train back to Tokyo. Leaving you both stranded in Kawasaki for the night.
Instead of having one of the assistant supervisors drive all the way out to get you, you and Nanami decided to stay at a hotel. God, it was nice: room service, wine, a hot shower. Missing that last train was a reward for the two of you. Nothing more than relaxation and joy. But the moment Nanami pulled you tighter against him, you realized you didn't have your overnight bag.
Meaning you didn't have your makeup.
“Oh no, oh god no.” You whined as Nanami lifted his head.
“What’s wrong?” His groggy voice asked, trying to assess what was going on.
Burying your face in your pillow, you grumbled, cringing as you felt Nanami shift beside you. “I don't have my bag.” The covers move as Nanami props himself up.
“Your overnight bag?”
“Mhmm.”
Silence stretched out. “Did you need something out of it? Aspirin or tampons? I'll go grab you some.” The sincerity of his words made your heart soar. God, Nanami was the best boyfriend.
“No, no, I'm okay.” You shyly turned, swallowing hard. “I just realized you've never seen me without makeup.”
Nanami’s gaze was soft; honey-brown eyes slowly roamed over your face. He took his time, his hand reaching out, knuckles grazing your cheek. It was so gentle and sweet that you pressed yourself against his hand. The warmth spreads to every part of your body.
The bed shifts as Nanami’s hand cups your cheek, pulling you closer. “You are still as stunning in the morning bare-faced as you are all dolled up.” Before you could even think of what to say in response, his lips were on yours.
His lips were warm, like a spring day. You moaned happily, kissing him back as his hands slowly ran down your arms. Breaking the kiss, had you pouting with a displeased groan that shifted into a moan. Those warm lips slowly moved down your face. Nanami was trailing the softest, warmest kisses down your body, over your shoulders and upper arm.
“I want to see all of you.” Hot breath whispered over your skin. “See every part of you, body, mind, and soul in the raw.”
Soft kisses were replaced with gentle nips. The sensation had you arching your back as Nana crawled on top of you. His morning wood was pressing against your hip. It felt like you were melting into the mattress as the once-comfortable room suddenly became too warm. The need to get naked grew stronger and stronger.
“Kento~”
He didn't respond. He was too busy being love-drunk off of you. His fingers, lips, and teeth slowly mapped out every part of your body. Nanami’s actions left you a squirming mess underneath him. One that he was so pleased to see and feel.
Only once you were gasping for air, gripping his shirt, begging him for more, did Nanami finally pull back, taking his shirt off. “Every inch of you is the most beautiful thing that's graced this world, Y/N.” You sat up, pulling him into a starved kiss as he took your shorts off. Limbs entangling as he gently laid you down.
And yes, you missed the morning train. . .and the afternoon train. . .poor Ijichi had to pick you up.
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do clothes make the person? (lyney x gn reader)
Summary: …Lyney dresses up in a skirt and leotard, while practicing for another switch-up trick with Lynette. That’s the basic premise. Enjoy!
Notes: This is still SFW but uh… Rated teens and up, just to be safe (a lot of flirting)
Throughout his career, and for the purpose of pulling off impossible feats of magic onstage, Lyney has garnered quite a range of props and outfits to suit his purposes.
The first time you learn of him and Lynette swapping places, you’ve only seen his sister dressing up as him, and joked that perhaps you’d be whisked away by the more level-headed version of Lyney that stands before you (Lynette, still in disguise, looped her elbow with yours and said in deadpan to her brother that the two of you would be going now.)
Suffice to say she was hoping to escape from practice to go buy some desserts, and you were happy to oblige. Lyney hadn’t let either of you forget that betrayal ever since, ever one to play on dramatics just for an excuse to tug on your wrist and demand your attention. Behind those theatrics however is the relief of a brother who’s glad his very-important significant other gets along well with his very-important sister, even if it was at the expense of himself sometimes.
In today’s practice however, Lynette is the one who required a double, and so you found Lyney in their room still in a leotard and skirt. He noticed you entering, and with a quick decision made in the flicker of his eyes, settled into a monotone expression. Posture relaxed, lazily glancing over at you - in this moment, Lyney truly seemed like a cat.
“If you’re looking for my brother, he already left.”
“I already saw Lynette as I was coming in.” You inform, walking over to tidy the props left on the table. You look over at Lyney from over your shoulder, trying to control the quirk of your lips at the sight of his pout. “Were you hoping to get some secrets out of me? Asking how I really feel about you?”
“I didn’t think that far, but now when you put it like that… How could I not be curious?” Lyney makes his way over to you, capturing you in a hug from behind as he rests his head on your shoulder. He starts using his body weight to tilt the both of you towards the side, dangerously close to falling.
“Lyney.”
“Yes?”
“Please stop swaying around, we’re going to—”
Without letting you finish your sentence, Lyney suddenly pulls you against him as he makes the both of you fall towards the ground. Panic surges through you as you feel your feet slipping from under you, only for Lyney to cushion your fall with his body. He’s trying his best not to laugh at the shriek you let out earlier, while you try to resist the urge to strangle him there and then.
“You— Stop laughing!” You grab his wrists; connected to the offenders that pulled you down with him seconds ago, and drag Lyney into a sitting position. “We could’ve gotten hurt!”
“I wouldn’t have let you get hurt.” Lyney gives you an affectionate smile, which would’ve been sweet had it not been for his actions just moments before. “And look, I’ve got you on my lap now. Not quite as fun as hearing you divulge everything you love about me, but a close second.”
“Try saying that without the cat ears and tail.” Keeping the annoyance in your tone, you reach up to take them off his head. It’s just a cleverly hidden headband, but you remember Lyney mentioning how it’d start to hurt if he wore it for too long. “Are these clothes not uncomfortable?”
Lyney’s eyes are shut, leaning against your touch as you ruffle his hair out of its braid. The ash-blonde strands are soft beneath your fingers. “Mmm, not exactly. It’s not like men have never worn leotards, you know. There are appropriate clothes for it.” His lashes flutter open once you retract your hands, violet gaze soft. “Not going to help me rebraid it?”
“I might mess it up.” You say. Lyney hums at the rebuff, unbuckling the belt that holds his tail. He offhandedly tosses it to the side, and just as you let your guard down, he’s quick to pick you up from below your thighs and pull you even closer to him. By instinct, your legs wrap around his waist to get some balance, but immediately after, you realize your compromising position and freeze. “...You’re an absolute sadist.”
“I just want you near,” Lyney smiles innocently, cupping your face in his hands. Despite how his words sound, he honestly just likes physical affection. The horrible blush burning on your ears is just an added bonus. “I’ll let you go after a hug.”
“Promise?”
“Mmhm.”
Watching Lyney carefully, you finally let yourself rest your head in the crook of his neck, arms looping around him. He’s quick to melt into the gesture; at times, hugs could be seen as a test of trust. It was hard for one to see the expression on the other party’s face or be aware of their surroundings when positioned like this. Is it odd for Lyney to feel comfortable despite the slight feeling of anxiety that comes with it? He never lets hugs last for too long, though - lest something actually sneak up from the shadows and he’s too late to protect you both.
By the time he’s finally in his normal clothes, Lyney’s leading you through the streets of Fontaine with your hand in his, claiming there’s a really good restaurant he discovered lately. (In truth, it’s just another excuse to intertwine your fingers.)
You do have to admit - it is cute when he hooks your pinkies together while talking to a fan or acquaintance, swinging it between you both just subtly enough so that no one would notice. Just like how you hadn’t noticed the addition of a tiny magenta ribbon tied to a small lock of your hair. It sits comfortably at the back of your head, so Lyney doubts you’d notice unless you tried combing through it.
Not to mention, it matches his colors! Call him a hopeless romantic, but Lyney thinks the sight of you both together like this is quite endearing, if he says so himself.
#genshin x reader#lyney x reader#lyney genshin impact#lyney x you#lyney x gender neutral reader#genshin x you#genshin reader insert#genshin scenarios#genshin impact imagines#genshin writing#traveler wishes
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hiii. Could I request some headcanons for Hisoka? Sfw/fluff. The reader is a child (killua and gon's age, and travels with them) and somehow got attached to him. Even though gon and killua find him super creepy and don't trust him, y/n doesn't find him off-putting at all and wants to hang out with him. Like at heavens arena, instead of being disgusted at his little show he put on, she was amazed he could do such things. Reader doesn't have a dad so he kind of takes that role in her eyes. She thinks he's really cool and follows him around when he's in the area. Reader is also training as an assassin (not quite as good as killua though) so she doesn't find his desire for killing scary. I just want some cute hc's between hisoka and his little admirer :)) it's okay if you don't feel comfortable writing this though. Thank you anyway!
“Are you a magician?”
Hisoka looked down in the direction from which the small voice came. It was a child who couldn't be more than thirteen years old. The same child who was staring at him for the last 2 hours.
Their eyes were wide and sparkled with anticipation.
“Not exactly, but I suppose I can do a bit of magic~” Hisoka smiled seeing your expression light up.
“Can you do a trick?!” You were bouncing up and down excitedly. You truly were a kid. Hisoka wondered how someone like you wound up taking the ex-
Someone bumped into Hisoka’s shoulder and kept moving. Interrupting his train of thought.
“Child you wanted to see a trick yes? As you wish~”
Within a few moments, the man who bumped into Hisoka, arms evaporated into flower petals. Immediately everyone backed away leaving just you Hisoka and the rude man on the floor.
Hisoka observed the look of fear and hatred on everyone’s face. Surely by now, even the child would stare at me the same way.
But he was wrong.
“That's so cool!” You were even more happy than before. Hisoka stared at you in disbelief but that look quickly turned to amusement. You were going to be a fun new toy for him to play with.
“I wanna do that too!” you whined tugging on his arm.
Hisoka bent down till he was able to make eye contact with you.
“You seem like a good kid. What's your name?”
“Y/n.”
“Y/n huh. You can call me Hisoka. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
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- For the rest of the exam you were glued to Hisoka’s side
- While others were running like crazy to catch up with the examinator you were riding his back
- Getting lost in the forest? Not a problem when Hisoka knows the way
- Need help finding your target? Hisoka already killed them.
- It wasn't until the end of the exam when you and Gon had to go help Killua that you left his side.
- The dynamic between you two would slowly grow into a father-and-daughter relationship.
Headcanons:
- Hisoka is the kind of guy who buys you ice cream after a long day of training
- Hisoka is the kind of guy to take pictures of everything you do
- Hisoka feels calmer going to sleep knowing you’re safe next to him
- Hisoka loves to make you laugh by doing tricks and tickling you
- Hisoka is the kind of guy to dress himself up in Princess outfits to make you smile
- When you are sad you have Hisoka wrapped around your finger.
- He does anything to make you feel better
- Becoming known as Hisoka’s child is both a blessing and a curse
- On one hand, everyone is afraid of you or wants to get on your good side
- On the other, those with a grudge against Hisoka would come to you
- Thankfully Hisoka is there to keep you out of harm
- Sometimes
- Despite his affection for you
- Hisoka won't hesitate to leave you stranded somewhere or beat you to a pulp to turn you into a “ripe fruit”
- When you do something wrong Hisoka would make you sit in a corner and eat your favorite dessert right in front of you
- Being Hisoka’s “child” means watching him do stupid things
- Like robbing a bank
- Killing sprees
- Singing off key
- Rizzing Illumi
- And giving weird looks to your friends. (gon and killua)
- When Hisoka has somewhere to be he likes to drop you off with Illumi or the Phantom troupe
- So they eventually become your aunts and uncles
- Your life with him is fun and chaotic
- You grow to depend on him for help, guidance, and attention
- And Hisoka learns to care for someone other than himself
-In the end, it's a win-win
#adult trio x reader#hisoka x reader#hisoka x child reader#hxh x reader#child reader#dad hisoka#non specific reader#gender neutral y/n#illumi zoldyck#chrollo x reader#hxh 2011#fluff hxh#hxh scenarios
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Hi Hi 👋🏼 can you please do an earth 42 miles x reader when it's Halloween and they go out trick or treating together 💟
halloween
—𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦!42 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴
—𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵
—𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵; 1,4𝘬
—𝘢/𝘯; hi lovelies, thank u so much for the request !! i had fun writing this, i really think e!42 miles is a cutie. sum e!1610 miles coming soon hopefully, please leave requests so i know what you guys want to read. also thank u so much for the 140 (i think) likes under my previous post, as its my first ever, it means a lot to me💝💝
As October descended upon Brooklyn, whispers of Halloween's approach filled the air. Your eyes sparkled with anticipation, and you couldn't contain your excitement for the upcoming festivities. But Miles, with a furrowed brow, scoffed at the idea, preferring solitude over celebrations.
Undeterred by Miles' grumpiness, you decided to transform his home into a magical realm of Halloween delight. His mother approved of your brilliant ideas, so the boys' opinion couldn't change anything. Armed with a vivid imagination and an overflowing box of decorations, you set out to infuse the flat with the spirit of the season.
While you took your time adorning his bedroom with ghostly figures, cobwebs, and some pumpkins, your boyfriend observed you from a distance, a skeptical expression etched on his face. Despite his reservations, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity as your enthusiasm filled the air.
Subsequently, you transformed the living room into a haunted haven. With Rio's help, you strung orange and black streamers, hung paper bats from the ceiling, and carefully arranged a display of glowing jack-o'-lanterns. Miles' grumpiness wavered as he watched your infectious excitement, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
As the evening came, you turned your attention to cute couple Halloween costumes. You spent hours crafting intricate outfits-a brooding vampire for Miles and a whimsical fairy costume for yourself. Miles grumbled about the discomfort of wearing a costume, but deep down, he couldn't deny the sparkle in your eyes, even though he tried to fight it.
"You're trippin, ma." The boy intervened firmly as he shook his head in disbelief. "I am not wearing that, no way." The sharp tone of his voice struck through your heart, slowly breaking it into pieces. You knew he wasn't the type to participate in adorable couple activities, but you didn't understand why couldn't he spend his time with you, at least during such fascinating time.
"Oh come on, Miles, why not?" You pouted, crossing your arms as you looked at him with a disapproving gaze. You were sure of his opinion, but deep down, you still had some hope, that the captivating season could soften his heart, even the tiniest bit. "It's like you don't love me anymore, Miles. You never do anything fun with me, we barely even spend time together. You're always out doing your 'important work', putting off our plans" You snapped at him, with slight wrath audible in your voice
"I get it, you might not be a fan of all those 'cringy' couple activities, but please, can't you enjoy your time with me for once?" You continued, your gaze shifting from his face to his torso. You could notice the confusion on his face, as you weren't the type to talk to him like this. "But alright, if you don't want to, I can just go out with someone else. You have fun here"
Miles made his way up to his bed, sitting down beside you, letting out a sigh, as he entwined his hands with yours. Staring into his eyes, you could see them filling up with agony, clearly hurt after hearing your truthful speech.
"Look, mami. I'm sorry I haven't given you enough time lately, you know, I just cant explain it. I want to keep you safe" Your boyfriend started the same answer you hear every time you would bring up his job. It was different though, he never really genuinely apologized to you. Sure, a quick 'my bad' or 'i'll do better' usually left his mouth, but you've never heard him say 'i'm sorry'. He put his head down as he continued.
"I'm sorry that you feel that way, you know I'm not happy about me canceling our dates either. I can dress up and go trick-or-treating with you, ma. I hate seeing you like this, I'll do better, princessa."
Miles stole a quick kiss on your lips, then on your forehead as he got up from the bed, reaching over to your Halloween costumes. His lips shifted into a soft smile as he felt a wave of warmth strike through his heart.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, you two emerged from his house, you adorned in vibrant fairy costume that shimmered under the moonlight. You fluttered your wings, casting a spell of enchantment that swirled around Miles.
Miles, reluctantly participating, donned a simple costume, a bloodthirsty vampire. Deep down, he couldn't resist your excitement, and a flicker of curiosity ignited within him, as you took the lead.
Hand in hand, you set off into the moonlit streets, where houses were adorned with cobwebs, glowing pumpkins, and haunting decorations. Children, disguised as witches, superheroes, and ghosts, giggled and chattered as they darted from door to door.
You, with your infectious laughter, skipped ahead, your voice like a melody in the night. Miles trailed behind, his grumpy attitude slowly giving way to the passion he hadn't felt in years.
At each house, children eagerly showcased their costumes, their eyes shining with anticipation. Your eyes danced with delight, and your laughter filled the crisp autumn air. Miles, though initially skeptical, found himself chuckling at your excitement, realizing that Halloween held a joy he had long forgotten.
As you continued your journey collecting candy, you arrived at a house unlike any other. It's porch was adorned with shimmering lights, and a melodious tune drifted through the air. You approached, your hand entwined with your boyfriends' and your eyes wide with wonder, and rang the doorbell.
The door creaked open, revealing an elderly man dressed as a magician. With a flourish of his wand, he produced a basket overflowing with candy. As he handed you a treat, he leaned in and whispered, "May the magic of this night bring joy to even the coldest of hearts."
Miles was taken aback by the man's words. Perhaps there was more to Halloween than he had ever realized. A seed of enchantment had been planted within him, sprouting into a newfound appreciation for the night's festivities.
Eager to share this newfound delight, Miles' coldness dissipated like mist in the morning sun. He engaged in playful banter with fellow trick-or-treaters, admiring their costumes and sharing in the joy of the evening.
As the moon reached its zenith, you approached the final house on your route. The porch was transformed into a whimsical wonderland, complete with floating candles and mystical creatures. Your eyes sparkled, and Miles' heart swelled with anticipation.
You knocked on the door, and it swung open to reveal a woman dressed as a fortune teller. Her voice was soft and melodious as she greeted you. Miles exchanged glances with you, feeling as though you had stumbled into a magical realm.
The fortune teller handed you each a small, golden envelope. "Open these when the clock strikes midnight," she whispered, her eyes twinkling with mystery.
With a sense of wonder pulsing through your veins, you and your boyfriend bid the fortune teller farewell. You made your way back home, your pumpkin buckets filled to the brim with sweet treasures.
As the clock neared midnight, you sat on the couch, in the decorated living room. With a hushed countdown, you opened your golden envelopes in unison.
Inside, you discovered handwritten notes, each containing a heartfelt message from the other. Words of love, appreciation, and gratitude spilled from the pages, filling your hearts with warmth.
You and Miles exchanged smiles, your souls intertwined in a magical moment. You realized that the true enchantment of Halloween was not just in the costumes or treats, but in the bonds that were strengthened and the love that was kindled.
As the clock struck midnight, Miles took your hand in his and whispered, "Thank you for showing me the magic of this night, ma. I'm sorry for being so harsh with you and canceling our dates so often. If they are as amazing as this one, it will never happen again." Your eyes shimmered with happiness and you let out a quiet laugh at his words.
Under the moonlit sky, the two of you shared a tender kiss, the magic of the night enveloping you. In that moment, you knew that love, laughter, and the spirit of Halloween would forever illuminate your lives, casting away any shadows of coldness that may try to linger.
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Ok so... Idea for Astorian? What if the reader was some form of Flamenco dancer? Or something of the sorts, who acts like a bard, but instead of using an instrument they dance to perform magic. Not forced at all ofcorse!! I love the way you write him, it feels like you've nailed his character!
Uhm... if you guys want a part two... yeah. Let me know LMAO
TW - general horniness, reader is threatened at dagger-point
Recommended Song: Shirt - SZA
"Yeah, I just dance and then... magic."
The way Astarion first narrowed his eyes at you when you expressed that you couldn't really do anything else, he thought it was laughable.
"So you don't really fight, you just have fun while everyone else is actually doing things?"
"No, I have to actually be good at it! That's like saying you just open doors."
"Well that would be extremely rude because these hands do much more than open doors my dear."
You rolled your eyes, and he smirked. Now, this was before the two of you even slept together, let alone become an item. Over time Astarion has come to understand just how important of an asset you are to the group, but more specifically how he can't keep his eyes off of you on the battlefield. Whenever you can, the two of you find some time alone in the city to find you the most gorgeous flowy outfits, partially because they're easier to move in, but he also loves spoiling you, especially if he benefits from the view. He likes stitching little messages into the loose pieces of fabric, anything in between love notes and threats to people who have even thought about hurting you. The most recent one reads 'If the person wearing this is dead, you're next.'
Somehow, you and your rag-tag group have ended up being tasked with a group of bandits outside of Baldur's Gate. Does it have anything to do with the tadpoles or anything else important? No, of course not, but you have a hard time not helping people in need.
When you come across the group of bandits, it's apparent that they're not going to be a problem. While you're staking out their camp, Astarion comes behind you, whispering in your ear.
"If we make quick work of this, I'm sure we could find somewhere afterwards, for the two of us."
It sends a shiver up your spine, but you laugh it off, turning to look at him.
"You think you're funny, huh? Come on, we have work to do."
"Oh trust me, I know."
Maybe you should find a new way to cast magic, because it cannot be good for him to be horny mid-fight. Then again, it never seems to be a problem, so maybe it doesn't matter? Astarion certainly is an odd specimen, but you love him anyways.
"I am begging the two of you to stop flirting on the battlefield, please."
Gale pleads, wishing the two of you could keep it in your pants for once.
"Listen, once you find someone who completes your heart like Tav completes mine, you will understand. Until then, I'd stop complaining."
You nudge him and then whisper.
"Aster, you are talking to the guy who had sex with Mystra, and then became a literal bomb to try and win her approval."
"Damnit, I always forget about that! Fine, whatever. If Mystra were here, you would be just as lustful as I am, no matter the circumstances."
Gale grumbles to himself and walks off to the others, as Karlach prepares to make the first strike. She makes the signal, and you all take your positions. Astarion always insists on staying close to you, taking you with him on the flank if he has to. No one tries to argue, because he doesn't trust anyone else to keep you safe.
"Damnit, ambush!"
One of the bandits calls out, a tiefling. Gale casts grease, making their camp light up in flames from the campfire. Karlach strikes one of the bandits from behind, knocking them into the fire, effectively killing them. You don't realize though that one of the bandits had taken a trip to the forest to relieve himself, and he comes up behind you. Suddenly, you're swallowing fear with a dagger to your throat.
"Cease fire! Or the pretty one gets it."
As soon as the others look over in concern, the man's throat has been pierced, some of the blood splattering onto your face. Astarion drinks until your attacker hits the ground, the dagger falling out of a bloodless hand. You catch sight of Shadowheart, who is in close-quarters combat with a drow, and you turn to your lover.
"Come here!"
He doesn't ask questions, and he grabs your hands, spinning you out towards the fight as you send a fire bolt the drow's way. She falls quickly. Soon enough, Lae'zel finishes off the last of them, and Shadowheart casts water across the flames, making sure nothing else is burnt down. You try to catch your breath with the rest of the group, and you realize Wyll is injured, a gash across his shoulder. Normally Halsin or Shadowheart would deal with such a wound, but it's been a long day, and you're the only one with any healing magic left in you. With a few moves of your hips, you send out a healing ward, patching him up rather quickly.
"Thank you Tav."
Astarion comes to your side immediately after, almost as if he's jealous, wrapping an arm around your waist. As the others start going through the bandits' treasure, your lover wipes the blood off of your face.
"Surprised you didn't lick it off."
"I'm sure his blood was rancid, I much prefer yours."
If someone told you a year ago that someone saying they want to drink your blood was a turn-on, you would've laughed them all the way to Waterdeep. Now, you struggle to stand properly, holding your thighs together. He keeps his hand on your face, grip a little tenser than before.
"You need to be more careful when we're out there. I know these people were practically dead already, but some people won't try to trade you off like a token."
Normally you'd roll your eyes, tell him you obviously know that, but you just nod, and his thumb creeps over to your bottom lip.
"Astarion, we can't get this thing open!"
You're interrupted by a shout from Karlach, and Astarion kisses your cheek.
"I'll finish this later I suppose. Come my love, time to loot these insolent fools."
It's as if he set up the scenario perfectly, like he wanted the two of you to be interrupted. Hopefully he keeps his word.
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It happened. Let's talk about it under the fucking cut.
Hello! I am here to regale you with the tale of how my Saturday at Fan Expo went! So it started with how I could not fucking sleep the night before. Fitful, I kept waking up over and over and finally got out of bed before nine. I hung around for a while, did a face mask, painted my nails, showered, got ready and into my fit for the day. We departed slightly after noon and grabbed some food and made our way to Toronto. We get there and park in the usual place and make the couple block hike to the convention centre, the check in process went smoothly and then, it was time to shop around.
We went from the North building to the South building, much more interested in checking out niche’ vendors and artists’ alley, I was in there for less than an hour before I had to break away to run to the photo op. Mr.Bex gives me a kiss on the cheek and told me, “Try not to cum in front of them.”
“Easier said than done!” I called as I run off. Now, last year it took me forever to get back to the North building, so I left with an hour before my time I had to be there. On the way, I see a Ghostface in a very cute almost magical girl outfit, short flouncy skirt and a bedazzled pink mask. I am looking at them, they see me looking, and they give me a pose and a peace sign, I grin and give one back, a super fun moment. I get to the North building and the photo op space in less than twenty minutes. So that means I get to toddle around the dealers floor. I do so, take in some cosplays, contemplate some purchases, they had an old full sized classic Scream one poster for twenty bucks, but I passed on it.
Finally, it’s time to go get into the actual line. I’m in line 13, in the first group for the Matt and Skeet time slot, and I made like six friends while in line. Everyone was very into my outfit, one girl had a tattoo on her arm that said, “My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.” We were all losing it. Another girl was there with her partner and she was in a 600 dollar custom fitted movie accurate Ghostface costume, with the glitter fabric and all, it was shockingly impressive. She especially liked my shirt and was impressed by the fact I made it, and asked aloud, “Why don’t they make shirts like those and sell them?” I laughed and told her, “Well, I’ve considered it, I won’t lie.”
It is a surreal experience listening to this assortment of hot gothy early twenty-something scream fans, many who came from whole provinces away just for this, just to be here for them, talking about how hot they are and how down bad they are while I stand next to them, having written a couple of hundred thousand words about the characters they love in question. I almost told em I wrote fic, almost.
While waiting around, Matt ended up coming out into the line-up space?! There was a fan in a wheelchair, and he wheeled em back personally while chatting them up and giving high-fives, he was five feet from me. The photo op starts late, I don’t care, it’s fine. We scan tickets, drop bags and then are in the same curtained off space as them, they let in small groups at a time to keep it moving smoothly. My heart is fucking pounding. We make it back, there was a family in front of me, their middle kid was dressed as Ghostface and their baby was in a scooby doo onesie and Matt held him for the picture, so cute.
Our especially extra Ghostface friend from the line was right in front of me, and then it’s my turn. I make sure my extra shirt is pulled to the side, Two Boys Are Better Than One proudly displayed, and I move. I greet them with a “Hi!”
Skeet gave me a very cool sounding “Hey” and Matthew made eye contact with me and gave me a polite nod with a, “Hello.” That I can only say was said in a very him way.
I asked, as I was moving in, “Can I be in the middle?”
And Matt had this expression with that sort of half smile he does, brows pinched together as he nods, telling me like it should be obvious, “Oh of course.”
I get in between them, and Matt’s hand is on my shoulder, Skeet’s hand is on my lower back and my hand is on Matt’s lower back and my other hand holding onto Skeet’s side (and fucks sake he is firm.)
I got an extra second because the photographer directed me to lower my head, so I wouldn’t get glasses glare, I assume. I revel in the extra seconds and contact, the picture is snapped, and I break away, without thinking I sort of pat Skeet’s side, and he returns the gesture and tells me, “Good job.”
Skeet fucking Ulrich told me good job.
Bury me now. I am done for.
I get my bag, I get my picture, I get it framed, and I go find Mr.Bex. He and I leave the con, we get back to our car, and then go to a tattoo shop where my friend Mel gave me my You Might Be The Killer tattoo. We drove home, I slammed several slices of pizza, and now I am writing this for you!
It was. Fucking amazing, I loved it so much, it was more than worth every penny. Now I can officially say, I am That Cunt that wore a shirt baring my super pornographic smut fic’s title on my tits while getting a picture with the two guys who inspired it all.
And speaking of inspiration, just you wait to see the fic I am going to write after this.
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I have a question, and feel free to not write this, I know it’s really strange!
Could you do a Yandere!Y/n where she kidnaps Klaus instead of the other way around? Like she watches him and plans for a really long time. She gets everything for him and has a room that he’ll love with art supplies and she gets him blood and everything but she keeps him just weak enough that he can’t get out? She forces him to accept her caring for him and he eventually falls in love with her?
I get if it’s too odd but it was a fun idea in my head.
No escape
Planning to kidnap a thousand year old original hybrid doesn’t sound like the smartest thing to do.
Stalking a thousand year old original hybrid also sounds near impossible without dying in the first week.
Snooping around his house should definitely not be able to happen.
And yet I had done it all and more.
It was a miracle that he hadn’t woken up with the amount of times I had been in his room while he slept. I often touched his hair and his face, he was too adorable not to want. His perfect curls rest upon his head beautifully while I moved the pads of my fingers over his stubble. He would groan so pleasantly when I scratched his head and his soft, pink lips would part.
I took note of his favourite paint brands and which size canvases he used more commonly, I would dig through his belongings frequently. See if he had anything new that I should be aware of. I snooped under his bed to find boxes of things from his childhood, hand carved wooden figures mostly but all important to who he was and therefore important to me.
I monitored how much blood he drank each day, how much made him strong. I had to make sure he stopped drinking vervain so his tolerance would decrease which became difficult when I had to switch out his drinks that carried small doses in them.
I had witches enchant locks for the windows and doors for where I wanted to keep him, I had chains doused in magic incase I needed them and I had a barrels of liquidised vervain ready to inject him with. On top of that I raided the closest hospitals and stocked up on blood bags of his favourite type although he wouldn’t be getting through them very quickly.
I had everything set up.
His room was rustic and large with an array of art supplies ready for when he got bored or needed to express himself. I made sure there were no sharp objects or edges for him to get angry and throw or push me into when he initially freaked out. I kept the walls relatively plain so that he could decorate them as to his own liking.
I knew his preferred brand of clothing and had bought an array of outfits ranging from professional to casual. His favourite shampoo, conditioner, body washes, skin care products and everything else he usually had at his old him were now in his new one.
There was nothing he could be mad at when he looked around.
But I wasn’t naive. I knew he would immediately go into a fit of rage and think I was crazy so I took precautions.
Moving him out of his house was difficult enough, I took him while he slept of course. Injected him with a large mix of vervain and wolfs bane to keep him out for hours. I felt a little bad for draining him of his blood and basically replacing it with a toxic solution but it was necessary.
I got him to my home with the help of witches who despised him and then killed them separately for being a danger to his life.
I chained his hands and ankles to a point in the room so he could only go so far, I knew how close I could get before I would be in danger. Though he shouldn’t really have the energy to rush at me.
I waited for him to awake from my seat patiently.
He groaned softly as he tried to push himself up with his weak arms before collapsing back to the mattress with a sigh. He frowned deeply before forcing himself up. He looked around confused before setting his eyes in me and narrowed them. I leaned forward in mmm on my chair awaiting his next move.
“Who are you?” He mumbled tiredly while beginning to stand. I had my syringe of vervain handy if I needed it so I wasn’t very worried.
“Y/n” I told him and his brows pulled together
“I don’t know you” he muttered before his expression stiffened and his eyes turned cold
“Where am I?” He asked much more serious
“Home” I stated simply and he growled
“I will not be played with now where am I?” He questioned as he tried to stand up taller but I could see the wobble in his step and the paling of his skin.
“I’m sure you’ll change your mind, I know how you like to play” I chuckled while watching him grow angrier. Oh it was lovely seeing his so close, reacting to everything I did.
“You don’t know anything about me” he snapped and I raised my eyebrows before gesturing around
“Really?” I hummed “then how is this your ideal home? Your personal wolf den Niklaus”
His body tensed and he sped forward only to be held back by the enchanted shackles making him wince and shake his hands “what the bloody hell have you done to me?”
“The restraints are only necessary if you struggle” I tell him
“My family will come for me. They will tear you apart if I don’t get to you first you filthy little witch” he snarled making me laugh
“Awe you think I’m a witch?” I grinned but he only looked more confused. I came toward him and he took a step back “what? Come on don’t act like you’re afraid”
“What do you want?” He asked coldly and I rolled my eyes
“I have what I want” I mumbled looking him over. He looked at me in disbelief and tried to pull closer towards me
“Me?” He asked quietly
“Mhm, It doesn’t matter how many tantrums you throw, I will keep you regardless. Everything will be fine just try to calm down” I spoke clearly but softly as to not anger him any further.
“You’re mad” he whispered, a little smirk beginning to form on his face “oh dear sweetheart, you have no idea what you’re doing” he chuckled and I smiled amused. If only he knew the lengths I had already gone for him. “You have no idea the kind of evil I face on a day to day basis, your pathetic little fantasy will be easily crushed”
“Oh really? You mean like when Marcel had his vampires attack you? Come on Klaus, you know that you didn’t get them all off of you by yourself” I muttered and he frowned
“Rebekah-“
“Rebekah stood and watched, you thought she helped you?” I asked with a laugh
“You were one of Marcels vampires…you were there” he whispered “the factions treaty….you were there” his eyes widened as the realisation washed over him “you killed the guerrera wolves” he muttered
“Maybe I did” I hummed
“Why would you do that?” He asked
“Because I wanted to keep you safe” I admitted, he remained silent as he silently stared at me, waiting. “You don’t need to worry. I won’t hurt you but I will punish you if you try to leave. In fact you cannot leave so I wouldn’t test your luck. Witches have spelled this took a hundred times over and every one of them is dead and so they cannot undo them. I made sure to have your favourite genre of books available and your paints are ready when you want them. Despite being a thousand years old, I know you still enjoy some of the relatively newer movies so I’ve logged you into my Netflix account. If there’s anything else you require just ask. I will allow you a moment to adjust and will remove the chains when I’m sure you won’t throw hands at me” I explained while presenting him with the bookshelf, aisle and TV remote.
I headed for the door that would only open when it was I who wanted to and began to leave
“Wait” he spoke with a sigh and I turned to him all the more eagerly “I’m hungry” he mumbled and I nodded
“You will get used to the hunger, you can feed in a few hours” I told him before walking out and locking the door behind me.
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I returned later in the day and found him painting the view he had from the window ahead of him. All of the drawers in his room were open from where he had looked around and his wrists were red raw from where he must’ve pulled at the iron.
His head turned to me and he slowly put the brush down and stepped back so I could come see his piece. He would be able to grab me if he wanted to, dig his teeth in and drink but he stood quietly and patiently out of the way.
“It’s lovely” I complimented and he smiled a little bit before his eyes fell to my pulse point and his heart rate picked up slightly “is everything to your liking?” I asked and he cleared his throat
“It’s…perfect” he uttered with a nod. I looked at him a moment and narrowed my eyes
“You won’t get out. Even if you drink me dry. Even if you kill me. You will not be able to leave, you will be stuck to desiccate with nobody with you. Entirely alone.” I reminded and his jaw clenched
“Who said I was planning anything?”
“The snapped paint brush in your hand, you weren’t planning to stab me were you Niklaus?” I asked knowingly and he frowned
“How did you-“
“I know how many I got for you. I know when you’re about to do something stupid and I know how you think.”
“How could you know that?”
“I’ve studied you closely Klaus. I know everything there is to find out about you” I told him and he growled lowly before throwing the sharpened paintbrush end to the ground and walking back to his bed.
“Would you at least take these bloody shackles off of me!? I am not a pet!” He yelled
“Perhaps if you calmed down!”
“How am I supposed to be calm when some nutter has me locked in their house!?”
I sighed out through my nose and took a breath. I had expected him to be mad, I just needed to wear him down. “I’ll be back in the morning” I mumbled before walking back out despite his protests and shouting that I was supposed to give him blood.
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It took longer than I’d hoped for him to even begin to relax. He had tried screaming at me until I stormed out, he tried the silent treatment, throwing blunt objects, recking the room, an array of tactics that all failed.
I left him in the mess he made long enough that he eventually cleaned it back up and begrudgingly apologised when he saw how upset I was that he had poured all of the expensive paints down the sink to ‘prove a point’.
I replaced them, of course, but I wasn’t happy about it.
A few weeks in and he didn’t throw a fit each time I enter the room.
He sat cross legged on the bed opposite his TV before looking up to see me closing the door. He greeted me quietly and allowed me to sit beside him. He still had to be chained down so that he didn’t ram himself into the door over and over but I tried to let him be freer when I was with him. He knew not to attack me anyways, I had injected him with vervain/wolves bane several times with such a high dosage he would collapse on the spot.
So now he was a little better.
He looked to me with those sad eyes of him as I slowly removed the restraints from his wrists and ankles. I rubbed the skin gently and kissed the bottoms of his hands.
“Thank you” he whispered with a scratchy throat making me soften and bring my arm to his lips
“Just a minute, drink slow” I directed and he nodded before latching onto my arm, his fangs sunk in and his lips sucked needily. I tilted my head back and pulled him closer at the euphoric feeling of blood sharing. He moaned involuntarily as he swallowed it down before letting out a whine as I pulled myself away from him
“Just a little more” he whispered “please”
“You can lick what’s left” I compromised which was enough for him as his tongue glided over the disappearing wounds and chased the trickle of blood that headed toward my elbow.
I was his main source for blood, occasionally I gave him a little cup of human if I was busy but I found he was better behaved when he drank from me.
He got enough for him to be able to do as he pleased but kept him weak enough that he wouldn’t be able to hold his own in a fight or have enough power to turn into his wolf form.
Over the weeks he was a lot more relaxed and compliant.
He often made paintings just for me and made origami flowers for me.
A few times now he had requested I stay with him for then night and sleep beside him. The first couple times I was wary that he would try to rip my heart out while I slept but when i realised my leaving him made him feel alone and he was struggling with all his thoughts when he was by himself, I tried to stay as much as I could.
He was a lot quieter than I had seen him be. But he didn’t complain much.
Sometimes he tried to mention being allowed out but he knew where the limits were with his imagination and he was learning quick.
I knew that his kindness may have been part of a plan but I took advantage of the moments anyway.
He was all I wanted, all I needed and I would do anything to keep him with me.
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Our Flag Means Death Costume Designer Breaks Down Season 2's Punk-Pirate Looks
Gypsy Taylor explains the surprising historical details that influenced the 'rule-bending' comedy's costumes
Rhys Darby, Our Flag Means Death (Nicola Dove/Max)
[Warning: The following contains spoilers for the Season 2 finale of Our Flag Means Death.]
Packing a ton of plot twists and emotional upheaval into a tightly paced eight episodes, Our Flag Means Death just concluded its tumultuous second season. Season 2 ends on a heartwarming note, with Ed "Blackbeard" Teach (Taika Waititi) and Stede Bonnet (Rhys Darby) settling down to open an inn together. This gives fans a satisfying happily-ever-after if the show ends here — although showrunner David Jenkins intentionally left things open for a potential third and final season, teasing a team-up between Stede, Blackbeard, and pirate queen Zheng Yi Sao (Ruibo Qian).
Along the way, Our Flag Means Death continued to deliver its unique brand of historical storytelling, offering a chaotic mash-up of 18th century sources and modern themes. Working in tandem with theatrical visual effects and a soundtrack featuring Kate Bush and Nina Simone, costumes play a key role.
To cap off the season, TV Guide spoke with costume designer Gypsy Taylor. Among other topics, we discussed Stede and Blackbeard's evolving wardrobe, the historical research behind characters like Zheng Yi Sao, and Taylor's favorite unsung costuming details among the supporting cast.
This season there's a lot of journey to the costumes. Characters are experimenting with self-expression. I'd like to talk first about Stede, who starts as a caricature of a foppish aristocrat, but looks a lot more practical this season. What was the vision for that look?
Gypsy Taylor: The story is that he's lost everything. Blackbeard's gone on a heartbroken rampage and he's destroyed everything that looks like Stede on the ship — which would include that wonderful wardrobe. You know, like how you'd throw your boyfriend's clothes in a box out the window.
Stede was on his boat heading to the island at the end of Season 1, just wearing this one outfit. We see him in a filthy version, he's been living in it for two or three months. Rhys [Darby] was a little bit disappointed because he was like, "Do I get to wear any rings?" And I was like, "No! You've lost them all!" Then as the season starts to go on, he starts stealing some other pirate clothes and he starts to get really sexy and come into his own gorgeous pirate self.
And he gets that cursed suit.
Taylor: The cursed suit was so much fun! That's the first time in months that he's seen something beautiful like what he used to own. It's on this Spanish ship, so we went with a dandy matador look. Rhys put the calico version of that on in the fitting room and instantly embodied this character. He was flicking the tails and spinning around and he stood up straighter and his butt clenched… It was magic to watch.
I love that dandy side of him. There's a lot going on in terms of gender presentation with the main guys. They're both trying to escape toxic masculinity, but Stede's also chasing this idea of being a badass, and then Ed is doing the opposite because he abandons his leathers. I'd love to hear your thoughts on that, and how Ed is for half the season wearing things like sackcloth and linen.
Taylor: The leather is very constraining, and it's very much his persona of Blackbeard. To lose all of that means he's lost his toughness, and that exterior that's sort of like armor. So we went straight for the opposite end and just put him in a rice sack that he'd made into a jumpsuit. The idea behind it was that Wee John had sewn it because he'd started to learn to sew and knit — the concept being that there [were] rice sacks below the decks, which was very common in pirate ships.
Once Buttons turns into a seagull, his clothes were left behind on the ship. So Blackbeard takes those linen clothes, and he's like, "This feels right, this is kind of light."
I don't know if you're able to speculate about Season 3, but given the symbolism of Ed's leathers, do you think we've seen the end of that outfit, or is it going to stick around?
Taylor: I can't say anything to Season 3, but I do know that in the finale the leathers magically come back. I had a conversation with [showrunner] David Jenkins because he says, "Well, we have to end the show with him wearing his Blackbeard leathers, that's what we all know of him." And I was like, "How the hell has he gotten them?" You know he's thrown them off the boat, into the ocean, never to be seen again. And David just turned to me and went, "He's Blackbeard, he can do anything." I thought that was pretty funny.
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That's exactly the kind of fairy-tale logic the show thrives on.
Taylor: We often refer to it as Looney Tunes. It's not exactly historically correct. Funny sh-- happens and we all sort of took on that Looney Tunes theory of like, episodes change and something appears and then it doesn't.
The good thing with costume and pirates is that the way they get their outfits is they just steal them. So whatever we came up with, I was like, "Oh well, they run into a French ship and they've stolen a great leather jacket." Costume elements could appear based on that rule that pirates steal anything.
I'd love to hear a bit about the crew's looks. The show does a really good job of illustrating their personalities, but this season a lot of them also have this makeover where they start out wearing Blackbeard's goth/punk outfits, then change into something more comfortable.
Taylor: Characters like Izzy and Fang were already established in the Blackbeard gang, so we didn't change them too much. With Fang I added extra sperm whale teeth and extra studs. I got rid of his shirt and we covered him in tattoos. Time had passed and he'd evolved a bit. Izzy was very classic, so we didn't need to change him at all. He was pretty adamant not to be evolved as the other guys had been.
Frenchie and Jim, which are the biggest transformations we see, they've spent months at sea with Blackbeard, who is a tyrant. He's made them wear head-to-toe black, and they've had to piece together outfits from around the ship. So Jim is covered in all these ropes to make them look tougher, and their belt is a giant fish hook. Frenchie's an artist, and he's stolen a beautiful leather jacket — he's brought the little flag element into the back of his jacket with some embellishment. Then Archie just looks like she's picked out of a crowd of pirates from the Republic of Pirates.
As far as the other characters go, we continued on from Season 1 and just kept their same outfits, but three months later. They were stuck on an island, so I gave Wee John a little necklace that he'd tied out of old rings that he'd found. And we gave Olu some shells and pieces that they could've crafted on the island.
Once we see them all go to Zheng's ship, I wanted to keep elements of the Zheng uniform. So you see with Black Pete, he kept the shirt but ripped off the sleeves and got some new pants, and Roach kept the pants. It starts to become like a mesh of all the little adventures that they've gone through, or the trauma that they've gone through.
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I love the contrast you mentioned between Izzy and the others. All the other characters are having fun experimenting with their looks, and Izzy is so static. Do you think he's more sure of his identity?
Taylor: Definitely sure of his identity, you nailed it there. He's also very sentimental, like he's got his mother's ring around his little scarf. You know his glove on his hand, he wanted to keep it on that hand and I was like, "Shall we add some studs to it?" And he was like, "No no, keep it as it is." He's just very much about routine and rules and sentimentality.
Even for Calypso's party, I was like, "How far do we wanna go?" Everybody's dressing up and covering themselves in flowers. Once we learned that he was singing La Vie En Rose I was like, "I think we should keep it classic." Just put a little rose here, and Wee John's done your makeup, and you'll look classic and beautiful.
This show has a really fun relationship with historical accuracy. I was interested to read that you do a lot of historical research, maybe more than other members of the creative team. How do you decide which characters should look more historical and which ones are more anachronistic?
Taylor: I always started with the historical first. I actually didn't know much about Captain Zheng, so I got really into the history of pirates. I would always start there, with that 18th century historical moodboard of the paintings that were done of them, or the etchings. Then I'd add our rule-bending concept, which was to make everything a bit more rock 'n' roll and a bit more streets of New York in the '80s.
I was able to push completely out of the historical, and put things like safety pins and screen-printing and bleach. You know, zips and studs, and all these things that are very 20th century costume elements, but on an 18th century silhouette.
Is Zheng based on a specific 18th century outfit?
Taylor: There's one really specific [etching], she's wearing those Chinese pants. I looked at a lot of 18th century Chinese work uniforms as well, I looked at one from a collection from a museum. We copied that exact neckline of an 18th century Chinese smock. The same with the shoes. I looked at some workers' shoes from the 18th century, and they had those kind of black ballet flats with a woven bottom and little white socks.
I was using beautiful Chinese silks and Japanese embroidery techniques that were used in the 18th century, and sort of mish-mashing it all together because she would travel the Silk Road through Egypt and Morocco, and collect all these fabrics.
Same with Anne Bonny. Again, there's some etchings of the real Anne Bonny — quite a famous one with her gun and her pants. I was like, "Oh yeah, I wanna start there and then I wanna sex her up a lot," because her and her girlfriend have a really great S&M relationship, really sadistic. I wanted to bring that fetish element into her. That's where the corset came from. We based that on an 18th century corset, but made it leather because it was more pirate-y.
The twist on her was that David Jenkins came to me and said, "This episode is basically Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" And I was like, "Great, I love that movie!" So I went home and watched that movie, and noticed that Elizabeth Taylor has this beautiful necklace and this patterned blouse. I was like, "Let's recreate this pattern on Elizabeth Taylor's blouse," which is set in the early 1960s. So we recreated it and then made an 18th century blouse.
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I feel like this season the villains are the most historically accurate. There's this contrast: Ned Low and Prince Ricky have a formal look, like with the British naval uniforms, and then the good guys have this anarchic vibe.
Taylor: Yeah, I never really wanted to mess with the uniforms. That was actually a really fun one to get historically correct. We had the proper frock coats and the heavy wools, and the heavy brocade. Ned Low and Ricky were very much straight out of an 18th century historical book. But then with Ricky, I gave him the one black lace Madonna-meets-Michael Jackson glove, just to mess with it a little bit.
With Ned Low, once we had his beautiful Paganini-inspired 18th century suit on, David Jenkins was like, "I just picture him being silver." We painted his suit silver, and then art department and props came up with a silver violin, and makeup put these silver teeth in. So he's instantly turned into a rock star.
Finally, are there any little details that you'd like to highlight for viewers?
Taylor: One of the background characters that I love the most is one of these pirates when Stede is the maitre d' at Spanish Jackie's. His first encounter with a customer is this horrible swearing pirate. I'd been listening to a pirate podcast that morning on the way to work, and I was learning all about how many rats were on board. I was like, "I reckon that pirate should just have a whole jacket made out of rats." That's what you'd do with all the dead rats, right? You'd have a little fur bolero.
I asked one of my team members to make me like a hundred little fur rats. She'd hand-sewn all the tails and little feet and ears. Then we built this vest and they covered it in blood and dirt, and made it all like wet rats that had been living at sea for a hundred years.
That's the kind of thing you might see a fan wearing at a convention, a really specific background character.
Taylor: God, I hope so. You'd have to get in real close to see there's actually little tails all over the whole thing.
I'm trying to think of another really sweet thing. That whole Silk Road thing was really interesting to me. I found this museum piece of a necklace that was all these little leather satchels that collected little pieces along their travels. We started making this beautiful piece, and we ended up giving it to Auntie. It's these little trinkets from Japan and Egypt and Morocco; she wears all her souvenirs around her neck close to her heart. There's a lot of little things like that where we go into great detail and I give a little backstory, but maybe no one will ever notice. Or they might! You never know!
Our Flag Means Death Season 2 is now streaming on Max.
Source: TV Guide
#rhys darby#ofmd#our flag means death#taika waititi#behind the scenes#gypsy taylor#costumes#tv guide#ofmd s2 spoilers
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So I was at the Joker Out concert in Leipzig yesterday and here's my personal highlights!
1. Bojan took his sweet sweet time coming on stage at the beginning, lmao, he's such a drama queen, slay
2. Because I love Jure so much - yes, I'm a Jure stan, sue me - I often looked back towards the drums and honestly, the expressions he made- They were a mix between being concentrated but also having fun and being happy (he's my sunshine boy 🫶🏻)
3. When we were still queuing, Jan walked past us to a store called Penny lol. What a traitor, Penny ist für Penner 😭 /j
4. KRIS LOOKED FUCKING GOOD, OKAY?? The moment he got on stage, I was so caught by him, I can't lie- I don't have a specific highlight of him because he was the highlight
5. Speaking of Kris, my friend Tara had a magic wand in the form of a star at the top with her that she wanted to gift to him - and he took it! He placed it into the mic holder for the piano 🥹🫶🏻
6. Nace's bass solo. That's all. The God of bass doing godly things, as is known 💅🏻
7. Going back to Kris for a bit, he got a pink cowboy hat from a fan and put it on during two songs, I think. May I say: Sir, you looked like a snack. My God.
8. During one song where Jan was supposed to play the piano, and he did, Bojan received a painted picture of himself from another fan. He placed it in front of the mic holder on the piano, displaying it very proudly - and then, as Jan played, the picture said bye-bye and did a dramatic Mufasa lmaooo. Bojan only noticed because of the sound since he was up in the front singing - Jan just kept on playing while Bojči couldn't stop laughing, so much so he couldn't sing anymore. We laughed along, of course 😂
9. So. Many. Kris and Jan moments. And Nace and Jan. At some point, Nace joined Jure at the drums and played his bass there. Kris and Jan had another moment. And Bojan was being Bojan, lol
10. Speaking of Bojan! His outfit was his official entry for his personal slut era. But he looked amazing in it because he looks amazing in anything he wears 🫶🏻
11. The way Jan tossed his guitar pick into the crowd like "Fight for it, midgets"-
12. Fan: "Can you play [a specific song]?" - Bojan: *playfully but with a straight face* "No."
13. Seeing fans film Jan play the piano, Kris didn't want to interfere and crawled past Jan and the piano (honestly, it was either Kris or Nace lol, I don't really remember 😂)
14. Once we were outside after the concert, I met Jure! My sunshine boy 🥹🫶🏻 And I managed to give him the bracelets I made for him and the other boys! The way his eyes lit up and he instantly smiled so happily when I gave him his bracelet, and how he immediately put it on, my heart 😭🥹🫶🏻❤️
15. I got to talking to Nace as well! We took a photo, too 👀 When we did, I subconsciously said "You're so tall!" and he replied with "No I'm not!" and bent down a bit for me because I'm small 😭🥹 He's also an excellent hugger 🫶🏻❤️
16. Last but not least, a special mention of Jan when I talked to him - he was a bit awkward but it was cute, lol, he's sweet ✨️🫶🏻
I can't wait for more to come, hopefully, and for me to meet my new friends again, too 🥹🫶🏻
#joker out#bojan cvjetićanin#jure maček#jan peteh#nace jordan#kris guštin#concert#concert shenanigans#best day of my life i swear 🥹🫶🏻#this was my first ever concert in such a scale and the boys managed to make it so damn magical#i love them so much#hope i can see them again someday 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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“I need you to be safe” { Krobus x g/n reader }
Krobus is a sweetheart , he’s actually my favorite Stardew Valley character , so I thought it would’ve been fun to write a little something for the best shadow boy :D
As always I apologize for possible ooc moments in the story , and if someone has already written something similar to this know it’s not my intention to copy anyone !
🍃 Warnings 🍃 : none , this is just pure fluff featuring the Farmer returning home badly hurt after an unlucky day at the Skull Caverns and Krobus getting very worried :,l
I headcanon that he is capable of using healing magic , maybe not as well as the Shadow Shamans of the mines but he can still make minor wounds get better :D
Oh by the way this can be read both as romantic or platonic , whichever you prefer !
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It was another day at the farm , and as he listened to the sound of the raindrops falling on the roof Krobus let out a sigh of contentment …
he loved staying inside his new beautiful , cozy house , but being able to go outside without fear of the sunlight always felt very refreshing :
he had always loved peaceful rainy days like that one …
Soon the Farmer opened the door and walked out , smiling at him brightly while holding their golden pickaxe in one hand .
“Morning Kroby ! I think I’ll head down to Calico Desert today , I’m going to try and reach the 100th level , I’m very prepared this time !”
, they said , the autumn breeze flowing through their hair as they approached him , giving him a hug like they did everyday .
Krobus hugged them back , almost impressed by how the Farmer never seemed to forget about that little daily gesture …
It must’ve meant a lot to them .
That thought made him feel warm , despite the coldness of his shadowy body .
“Alright (y/n) … just , please be careful out there : I know you can defend yourself but those caverns are a very dangerous place , I can’t help but worry whenever you go there …”
They nodded in response , giving him a gentle pat on the head .
“I’ll be careful , I promise … I’ll be back as soon as possible , so don’t worry about me too much while I’m gone , okay ?”
Krobus watched (y/n) walk and disappear into the distance , smiling softly to himself while sitting down on the porch , staring at the gray sky up above …
Ever since he had decided to leave his people he had been searching for a new place to call home , a place where he could truly belong , and while he had found that momentarily in that hidden spot in the town’s Sewers he couldn’t help but feel very alone back then …
The shadow knew that going back wasn’t an option , so over time he had become resigned to spend the rest of his life there : an eternity in a humid , lonely darkness where no one else was going to remember him …
… that was until a somewhat unusual human called (y/n) unexpectedly walked into his life , showing him kindness without asking for anything in return and offering him the chance to get all he had ever dreamed of .
After lingering a little more in those distant memories Krobus got up and went back inside to get started with his daily cleaning activities to keep their home tidy , and eventually the hours went by …
When it started to get dark , the shadow couldn’t help but start getting a little tensed , pacing back and forth in front of the door with his little steps on the wooden floor being the only sound in the quietness of the house …
When it finally opened and the Farmer’s familiar silhouette appeared at the entrance , Krobus immediately rushed to greet them , feeling very relieved to see they were back .
… but his smile turned into a very concerned expression as soon as he took a better look : there were several scratches on their face that were still slightly bleeding , a large cut on their leg and the look of their damaged outfit made it even more clear that they had been through a terrible struggle … plus since it was still raining they were drenched and visibly shivering for the cold .
(Y/n) stepped forward , struggling to keep their balance , and they gave him a tired smile …
“I’m back … sorry I couldn’t be here sooner , but as you can see there have been some … heh , problems .”
, they said , letting out a weak chuckle .
They hissed as the painful cut on their leg made them fall to their knees , and Krobus helped (y/n) to stand up and walked them to the bedroom , careful to avoid hurting them in the process .
“… I’m sorry Kroby … I hate to make you worry about me like this , but there were so many Serpents in every single floor and I just couldn’t …”
“It’s okay (y/n) , what matters is that you’re still alive … please lie down while I go get your human medications .”
The Farmer nodded , gladly getting comfortable on their soft bed while watching the shadow quickly walk away and come back with a few bandages and bandaids .
Krobus proceeded to place his hand on the wounds , making them disappear almost completely before covering them up , and he repeated the process until (y/n) took a look at their leg :
the cut was pretty much gone , and they felt much better than before …
“There , that should do it … sorry , I couldn’t heal you as well as a Shadow Shaman … I admit I’m a bit rusty , I haven’t used this magic in a very long time .”
The shadow let out a sigh : he looked a bit tired , like his energy had been drained … but he still smiled at them , putting his head on their shoulder while listening to the sound of the rain that was still consistently falling outside .
“Look , I … I know you have a lot on your mind (y/n) , taking care of the Farm is a lot of work , you really give it your all every day and I really admire you for that .”
Krobus took a deep breath , feeling (y/n)’s gaze on him as they waited for him to continue .
“ … but you should also think about yourself . Humans are strong , but your bodies are fragile , and if one day you didn’t manage to come back home I really don’t know what I would do .”
His shiny white eyes focused on them , caressing the head of the Farm’s Pet that had just jumped on the bed .
“You’ve done so much for me : I would never have found a place to really call home if I hadn’t met you … you taught me so much about your species , showed me unconditional kindness despite the fact that I can’t even help you when you work … You really mean a lot to me , so please , don’t push yourself too hard , I need you to be safe .”
A sniffle interrupted the moment of silence that followed his speech , and (y/n) wiped their eyes .
“O-oh - oh no I didn’t mean to - please don’t cry !”
, Krobus worriedly exclaimed , but the Farmer chuckled in response while wiping away a single tear falling down their cheek .
“It’s okay Kroby , I just … that was so sweet … I promise I’ll pay more attention to myself while I’m out from now on .”
(Y/n) took a deep breath , gently holding Krobus in their arms and letting their pet join in the hug as well .
“Thanks for all the things you said … you mean a lot to me too .”
A little blush appeared on the shadow’s cheeks , and has he hugged them back he felt at home more than ever before .
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Thank you so much for reading this little fanfic until the end ! :D
I personally haven’t seen a lot of x reader content for Krobus , this was a lot of fun to write :) ❤️
Feel free to leave some feedback if you want !
#stardew valley#sdv#stardew valley x reader#stardew valley fanfic#krobus#krobus stardew valley#sdv krobus#krobus x reader#sdv x reader#stardew
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LU AU | Power Shift
A strange dungeon challenge forces The Chain’s items/powers to swap with each other! Oh my! Aka an idea I had that started with me thinking about what would happen if Warriors drew the 4Sword after reading “My Heart’s Forsaken Me”, which then spiraled into this, somehow. Speaking of Wars, let’s start with him:
Warriors - Four - The 4Sword has spilt him up and he can’t convince his other selves to rejoin. His different colors represents different parts of a Five/Four man band, instead of just different emotions.
Green - The closest to the original and The Leader. Very embarrassed by his other selves. He wears the regular Hero’s Clothes, a green tunic with a blue scarf. The rest of the color’s clothes are based on other Hero’s Clothes outfits in the HW game.
Red - The mischievous one who’s always butting heads with the others, he’s The Lancer. He loves to use all of Four’s items, and if the dungeon didn’t ban him from using other people’s weapons, he would steal borrow all the items he wants. He wears the red(since there’s two of them)Wind Walker version of the Hero’s Clothes, a red tunic with a teal scarf.
Blue - The one who would be the sweet one if not for getting constantly frustrated by the other colors. He’s very friendly to Time and Wind, but mostly Wind. He looks kinda sad around Time, and is generally very expressive. He’s insistent on helping anybody he can, he’s The Heart. He wears the Grand Travels version of the Hero’s Clothes, a blue tunic with a red scarf and yellow pants.
Whitney - Similar to Vio, this guy has more of a normal person name, a combination of White and Pinkie, the first two nicknames that were suggested to him. Like Vio, he was also named by Red. He wears the Koholint version of the Hero’s Clothes, which is almost fully white, with the scarf being a light pink and some pink accents on his tunic. He’s the silent tactician of the group, he’s The Brains.
Four - Sky - He is not at all used to carrying around the Master Sword, it being practically the length of his entire body. Once he can successfully swing it, he is able to do a Skyward Strike, but it’s a bit of a challenge. Quite a few of Sky’s items are similar to some of his own, so he mostly knows what he’s doing. He loves the Beetle, he uses it all the time and tries to figure out what he can do to upgrade it. So far, he hasn’t figured anything out yet. But unfortunately, he now he has to deal with Sky’s limited sprinting stamina, sadly not being able to use his Pegasus Boots.
Sky - Legend - Now Sky’s the one who can run to his heart’s content. He has face planted into many walls however. He also has many magical items that he has no idea how to use. It’s a little overwhelming to say the least. Why does Legend have so many rings? At least the Tempered Sword is cool.
Legend - Wind - He can use all of Wind’s items perfectly well, but whatever amount of paranoia he had has now gone through the roof. His items, his precious items that could easily kill Sky if he’s not careful with them, his precious items that could get lost, his precious items that he can’t use-needless to say that he’s not having a good time right now. But he’s holding on, just sticking close to Sky’s side to make sure everything’s okay. And also to laugh at him when he keeps face planting into a wall.
Wind - Twilight - Wind is having the time of his life right now. All of Twilight’s items are so fun to use, he loves the cute little Bomblings and uses the Spinner a lot with Red!Wars. The most exciting thing is that he can turn into a wolf-a sea wolf/coastal wolf specially-with the Shadow Crystal. It’s not too different than experience than using a Hyoi Pear on a seagull, in his opinion anyway. He is very wrong. He also now has Twilight’s marking on his face, and he thinks he looks cool.
Twilight - Time - The markings on his face have been replaced with the ones Time have. He is…kinda confused on what they mean and Time isn’t really giving him any straight answers about it, but the masks are very cool and fun to use. But the strange feeling he constantly has, the strange, almost whispers that he can barely hear, he knows something is wrong. The spirits of Termina are awake, trying to get him to fight literally everything. The Lens of Truth is pretty useful, and magic is cool.
Time - Wild - This wouldn’t be the worst set of items for Time to have, if not for the fact that he also got Wild’s curse of everything just crumbling in his hands all the time. It sucks and he is not at all used to it. Everyone’s a bit more sympathetic towards Wild now. Time’s also a whole lot better with a bow now. He wasn’t bad with them before, but now time seems to slow down when he jumping down from a platform, bow drawn, raining down arrows on the enemies. But now he can’t even tread water without wanting to collapse into himself like a pile of goo. Damn you stamina.
Wild - Hyrule - He was excited about the unlimited* arrows at first, but unfortunately, he was struck with the tiny wallets that can only hold up to 999 rupees. The magic and the rest of the items are amazing though, even though he keeps burning through his magic meter since he keeps thinking it’ll refill on its own. It does not.
Hyrule - Warriors - Since in HW you use items from different games, Hyrule can just use whoever’s items he wants. Basically ignoring some of the limits set by the dungeon. He didn’t understand the combos, weak point smashes, focus spirit, all of that stuff until Wars tells him about it. He still doesn’t really get it but he tries.
I don’t really have a story for this, just spun a wheel and thought this would be a fun idea. Anyone can take any part of this concept and run with it, please @ me so I can see. I also think the name Whitney is inherently funny.
#linked universe#linked universe au#lu au#lu warriors#lu four#lu sky#lu legend#lu wind#lu twilight#lu time#lu wild#lu hyrule#might draw some of this later? whitney my beloved#hope I didn’t get anything wrong. I definitely missed a bunch of things but that’s mostly cause I wanted this to be brief#fever rambles#power shift au
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Under the Killing Moon
Pairing: Vampire!Yuuji x Vampire-Hunter!Reader (female)
Genre: smut, horror, urban fantasy, Vampire AU
Word Count: 5k
Playlist: Vampire
Warnings: 18+, dark themes, smut, blood, Yuuji bites reader's neck and breasts, general mention of death and killing as it is common in vampire stories, creampie, sex-magic kind of, Yuuji's spit and cum are an aphrodisiac, multiple orgasms, sex while flying. The story gets dark towards the end, kidnapping, yandere!Reader, dub-con. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
This is part of my Halloween Special
In starlit nights I saw you
So cruelly you kissed me
Your lips a magic world
Your sky all hung with jewels
The Killing Moon by Echo & the Bunnymen
You stumble out of the backdoor of the club and into the dimly lit back alley, swaying precariously on the high heels of your leather boots. You giggle as you put a hand against the brick wall to steady yourself.
Everyone who might see you will come to the same conclusion: You are a girl who had a few drinks too much. A slutty thing in a skimpy little outfit who went to this club to dance and drink and find a one-night stand.
But it's all just for show. You aren't really drunk. You aren't a girl who went to a club to have a fun night.
The truth is, you are working tonight, and all your senses are sharpened, ready for the kill. Because that's what you get paid for. Ridding the city of the bloodsucking abnormities that haunt its streets at night.
Tokyo Supernatural Crime Department – Grade 1 Vampire Hunter
That's what it says on your official badge.
Some colleagues are older than you or stronger but still stuck in grades 2 or 3. You know why. They aren't as passionate about this job as you are. They are too careful. Too scared to get close to those monsters.
But not you. You know how to find them in the moonlit parks, in the shiny clubs and bars, and in the dark back alleys. You aren't scared to get close to them. On the contrary. Because you have your special way of hunting them.
The huntress poses as the prey. That's what always works. And you know how to play the perfect victim.
It's the most delicious role reversal. You are pretty proud of the deception you created. Luring the creatures, who are supposed to be the biggest lure themselves, to you.
They get weak for you, driven by the desire for a young woman's blood. You are a bait so good it can't be ignored.
A helpless girl, all alone, tipsy, a bit naive, careless. Flimsy clothes, a short skirt, and fishnet tights, with a tiny corset top that exposes your neck and pushes your tits up so temptingly that they almost spill out of the slutty piece of clothing.
You are a walking temptation. The perfect trap. You just have to find the right spot. Tonight you are lucky on the first try.
Your mouth lifts in an excited smile when you hear the soft voice behind you.
"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here, cutie."
A shiver runs down your spine. His voice sounds beautiful. Their voices always do. Velvety and warm like a lover's caress. Seductive without even trying.
He sounds strained, though. Like something is worrying him.
You turn around, putting on the best startled expression you can do. Wide innocent eyes, mouth opening in a gasp as you bring a shaking hand to your lips and the other to your chest, where your heart is beating wildly as the rush of the upcoming hunt washes over you.
Your gaze lands on a tall, muscular figure with pastel pink hair and a face so pretty it is to die for.
Yes, he is one of them. And what a lovely specimen he is!
Of course, they are all gorgeous. But he is of extraordinary beauty. Even if he tried, he could never pass as a human. He is too pretty, too perfect. Otherworldly.
His face is so beautiful that you want to weep. You can't tell how old he is, of course. He will forever look like a young man in his early twenties. But if he is one of the old ones of his species, you are sure the humans who lived a thousand years ago must have built ancient shrines for him where they worshipped his beauty and sacrificed people in his name.
High cheekbones, perfectly shaped nose, and full lips. You can see the tips of his fangs peeking out, glistening like pearls in the dimly lit back alley.
His flawless tan skin seems to glow as if illuminated by some light from the inside. His eyes are an unnatural shade of gold. Shining like a full moon hanging in the night sky above the city.
He is tall, and his body is adorned with gorgeous buff muscles. A body like a god. You can see that much even through the clothes he's wearing. All in black, tight jeans and a tight long-sleeve shirt. Strong and deadly. A body made for hunting, for killing, for preying on humans and drinking their blood.
Your heart is racing under your hand that's pressing against your breasts. You know he can hear it. Can hear the tempting thrum of your pulse. Can hear the rushing of your blood through your veins.
You blink at him as if confused, fluttering your eyelashes innocently. Just a dumb little girl. An easy prey.
"Ah! You scared me! Are you here to get a bit of fresh air too? It was too hot in the club. I danced too much, I think. And the drinks made me dizzy...hehe. I think I'm a bit tipsy."
You giggle and wipe your forehead, smiling at him and cocking your head, exposing more of your neck to him.
You can see his golden eyes dart to your pulse point. He licks his lips unconsciously, showing more of his fangs. They are long! He must have an enormous bite force.
The thought sends a spark of excitement through you. Adrenaline and arousal mixing in a delicious concoction.
His gaze meets yours. Wide-eyed and full of regret. You frown inwardly. What's wrong with that creature? Why isn't he happy to see such a perfect prey?
"Y... You shouldn't be here. No one should be here...I was just looking for rats. I don't want to do this!"
Oh. Now you understand. Your smile becomes bigger.
He's one of those vampires. How cute.
You have never met one before, but you heard tales about them. Vampires who don't want to feast on humans. Vampires who are at war with their natural instincts. They only hunt animals, feeding off them as if it could give them the same elation human blood does.
You know it's stupid. When it comes down to it, they can't suppress their hunger for human blood. They are made for this. It's their ultimate desire, their drug, their life elixir.
You take his words as a personal challenge.
Oh, sweet little vampire boy, you don't want to drink my blood? We will see about that.
And so you take a step towards him, swaying slightly, playing the drunk girl perfectly.
"Why shouldn't I be here? Is it a private area? Oops, I'm so stupid sometimes."
You giggle dumbly as you reach out to tap a playful finger against his broad chest, feeling the firm muscles through the thin black fabric of his shirt.
His eyes widen even more.
You smile sweetly at him before spinning around on one foot, letting your short skirt fly up to expose more of your thighs as if you're doing a little drunk dance, humming a song you heard in the club. One of those old gothic rock anthems.
You stop with your back to him, making it easier for the confused vampire. Maybe it will help him if he doesn't have to look into his victim's eyes. And then you sigh loudly and crane your neck, showing off all your exposed skin, bringing up a hand to fan yourself, letting the soft breeze carry your scent over to him. You always use a special homemade perfume on hunting nights. A mixture that includes a few drops of your blood.
You can hear his low growl. Can hear the moment his resolve breaks.
And you smirk to yourself, waiting for the moment he will attack. Your hand is already hovering over the hidden pocket in your corset where you keep the handkerchief drenched in holy water. Just in case he is too wild.
You hope this one will be fun, though. You don't like it when they are too vicious, and you have to kill them immediately before the fun even starts.
Because you aren't just here for the kill. If you are honest, you haven't been doing this job for the kill in months.
It was what made you initially sign up, sure. You wanted to drive a stake into those vile creatures' hearts and watch them crumble to ashes. You wanted to be a hero for humankind. Wanted to protect your species from its natural enemy.
But then, one night, one of them got too close to you and managed to sink his canines into your neck. You killed him but only after experiencing the most exquisite feeling of elation. Vampire saliva should be labeled a drug. You felt high in those seconds, body brimming with pleasure, closer to heaven than you ever thought possible.
After discovering this nice side effect of your job, you haven't been doing it for the kill anymore but for this special thrill. The most exquisite drug that exists in this world.
You draw in a sharp breath when you feel the vampire appear behind you. So fast as if he didn't even walk but instead manifested out of thin air.
His low, seductive voice sounds full of regret,
"It's because it's dangerous out here. I am dangerous."
You feel his breath on your neck. And before you can say anything, a strong hand clamps over your mouth and his voice is in your ear again, low and sweet and sad but also so horny for your blood.
"I am so sorry, sweetheart. I don't want this, but I'm so hungry. Please just let me take a little bite, ok? I promise I'll be careful and I will let you go afterwards. Please don't struggle. I don't want to hurt you, sweetie. Just let me get a little taste."
His firm body is pressing against your back, all solid muscles and supernatural strength. And horny desire. You can feel how hard he is. Just the thrum of your heartbeat and the smell of your skin and blood drives him crazy with lust.
You push your ass against his erection, feeling your eyes fall shut at the delicious friction. He is big. Big fangs and a big cock. So perfect for you.
And then his mouth opens against your neck. His sharp canines graze over your skin, making your body jerk with anticipation and arousal. You are so wet, pussy throbbing with excitement, creaming your panties at the prospect of getting bitten by that beautiful monster.
It's those short moments right before the bite that send the biggest thrill through you. This mix of fear and arousal. Waiting for that predatory creature to sink his teeth into you.
You lean against him, reaching behind you to let a hand run over his undercut and then tangle in his pretty pink hair. Your pulse is racing, making you feel lightheaded, and you moan softly,
"What is your name?"
"Yuuji..."
"Bite me, Yuuji. Drink from me. Tell me how sweet my blood tastes."
It's enough to make him lose his last bit of restraint. You hear his strangled moan, and then his long pointy fangs pierce through your skin, making you gasp loudly as a sharp pain explodes on your neck.
Your body jerks automatically as your survival instincts try to make you run. But Yuuji's arms are around you, holding you in place, restraining you effortlessly.
And then his vampire spit is working its black magic. The initial pain of the bite disappears and gets replaced by pleasure, making you relax in his strong arms and lean against his tall body, offering yourself willingly to him.
It's evil. Nature's abomination. A creature that's so perfect for preying on humans. Everything about the vampire is attractive to humans. They are beautiful. They are sexy. They exist to lure a human in. And their bite makes you want to stay, makes you crave more, makes you want to get feasted on until the last drop.
The unholy essence in their saliva makes you forget that it's a bad thing that they are drinking your blood, makes you forget that they are slowly draining you of your life essence and bringing you closer to death with every sip. A deadly temptation, that's what they are.
You don't feel any pain now that Yuuji feasts on you. You feel euphoria.
This is what you came here for tonight. This exquisite pleasure on the brink of death.
You find yourself moaning, pressing against the vampire needily, craning your neck to give him better access, and rubbing your ass against his hard-on, spurring him on to do more, to take more, to give you more.
If anyone in your department ever finds out about your little vampire kink, you will get fired, and your vampire hunter license will be taken away from you.
But you just can't resist.
You think you have an addiction. Nothing beats that feeling of ecstasy that pulses through your veins when the vampire spit seeps into your wound and mingles with your blood.
Or no.
There is one thing that is even better: If they drink from you while using your body in other ways too. If you let them do what every vampire craves: Feast on your whole body. Bathing their mouths with your blood and coating their cocks with your pussy cream. They long for the pulsating feeling of a warm, slick cunt around their hard cocks.
They crave to feel the life that's pulsing through your body. After all, they are undead. Their hearts have no heartbeat. Their flesh is cold and only warms if they wrap themselves around a body that is still alive. They desire life and nothing screams life more than sex.
Sweet Yuuji is just the same. He can't escape his vampire instincts. His animal urges that tell him to eat and to mate.
A low wild growl is heard when you grind against his hard cock in maddeningly tight circles, massaging him with your ass, tempting him, making him crazy with lust and need.
You feel him suck more firmly on your neck, moaning against your skin as he hungrily drinks your blood while rutting his thick hard length against you.
You let your head fall onto his shoulder, moaning his name shakily. At the same time, your fingers loosen the lacing of your corset so it opens enough to let your tits spill out, sighing when the cold night hair brushes over your heated flesh, nipples hardening instantly.
And Yuuji groans loudly against your neck, his hands coming up instantly to cup your tits, massaging them with his strong fingers, squeezing them needily, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples.
You smile.
You have him. That was easy. So easy to seduce this cute little vampire.
He turns you around with a feral-sounding growl, slamming your back against the brick wall with so much force that it makes you gasp for air.
And then his hungry mouth is on your tits, wandering over your heaving breasts, sucking and licking at your skin before he sinks his fangs into your plump flesh.
You scream, but it's a scream of lust. Your fingers tangle in Yuuji's soft pink hair as a shudder of ecstasy washes over you and makes you push your tits eagerly against his mouth.
"Ah, Yuuji! More! Please, more!"
You aren't just acting anymore. At this point, you crave him. You are greedily chasing after this feeling of bliss only a vampire cock can give you. And you know that cute and sexy Yuuji will be a master at this.
If he refuses? Well, your wooden stake is hidden in your knee-high boot.
But you don't need it. Not yet.
Yuuji looks up at you with glowing eyes and tiny droplets of blood trickling down the corners of his lips. He is sucking on one of your nipples while his fangs are buried in your flesh, sending shock waves of pleasure through you, making your pussy throb with need, so wet that your panties are soaked.
Your gaze locks with his, looking at him with the same feverish desire that is burning in his glowing eyes.
"You don't have to hold back, sweet vampire. Just take me any way you want! Just fuck me, Yuuji!"
And then Yuuji moves. He is too fast for you to even see it. One moment he has his face buried between your tits, worshipping and feasting on them, and the next, he has you pushed up against the wall.
This is the part that always drives you crazy with lust. That show of vampire strength! When he yanks you around, lifts you in his arms, and slams you against the wall like a rag doll, holding you with only one arm as if you weigh nothing.
He has already opened his pants, pushing them down to free his enormous hard cock, and then his hand sneaks under your skirt, and his firm fingers leave goosebumps on your sensitive skin where they rub over your inner thighs and then reach the heat between your legs.
Your legs tighten around his hips when he tears a hole into your fishnets and the panties underneath, ripping them apart like the wild animal he is.
He has you on his cock a split second later, claiming you with all his vampire strength. Fucking into you with hard deep thrusts so powerful and strong that it feels like you will shatter.
Not human.
You moan loudly, pussy clenching around him needily.
Human men don't do it for you anymore, not after getting a taste of vampire sex magic.
Pleasure is coursing through your veins, pussy so wet and hot, horniness clouding your mind as you threaten to go into a frenzy.
It's always like this. Vampire dick is the best dick. Made to pleasure, made to drive a human out of their mind with lust. They are made to make you become high on them and get addicted to them.
Just one drop of Yuuji's pre-cum inside you makes your head spin. His seed is the most potent aphrodisiac. Unable to create new life, infertile, dead. But so powerful when it comes to blessing you with the most intense pleasure.
Your pussy feels so sensitive to every hard thrust. You can feel Yuuji's pre-cum coating your insides, filling you with that tingling sensual sensation that makes your pussy twitch needily around his gorgeous length. When Yuuji's fat cockhead massages your sweet spot, leaking more fat drops of pre, you see stars and gasp and scream as tears of bliss run down your cheeks.
Of course, you became addicted to this! This is sex beyond anything else. No mortal man could give you this.
"Ahh, you fuck me so good, Yuuji. Can you fuck me while flying too?"
He is a particularly strong one, just pushing himself off the ground, and then he's soaring up into the night sky with you. He doesn't pull out, keeping you on his cock the whole time, rolling his hips and fucking into your needy wet pussy while floating in the night sky over Tokyo's glittering neon lights.
You scream your ecstasy into the night as your pussy clenches wildly on Yuuji's blissful vampire cock. You are drunk on him, high from orgasmic bliss, crying and screaming and mewling as you gush over his gorgeous cock, making a sticky wet mess all over him.
But he holds you in place fucking you through it, fangs buried in your neck, and his girthy cock filling you with his gracious load of cum, making you whimper and moan. Your body is convulsing with the almost unbearable ecstasy of getting filled with his aphrodisiac vampire seed, prolonging your high.
And just when you think the pleasure will finally start to ebb, another orgasm gets forced out of you before you are even ready for it. Your used hole spasms around Yuuji's cock helplessly, a sharp lustful cry of his name filling the night sky as if you are howling at the full moon over your head.
You can't stop cumming. A third orgasm follows the second one immediately, making you scream and whimper, melting bonelessly against your vampire lover who keeps you on his cock and keeps snapping his hips, deep and fast, pumping your pussy full of his vampire seed. His strong arms and thick cock are the only things holding you up, keeping you from falling down onto the city's dark streets.
"Fuck! Cutie! You are so sweet!"
He groans against your neck before his canines sink into your flesh once again, and his soft lips suck hungrily on your skin.
His potent seed fills you to the brim until your twitching pussy is overflowing. Thick rivulets of cum ooze out of your used cunt and run down Yuuji's fat cock and balls. And down your legs, making you moan as you feel the silky sensation of his seed caressing your skin.
It feels like thousands of kisses trail down your inner thighs and legs.
A loud sob forces its way out of your mouth as the caress of Yuuji's vampire cum makes you lose yourself to pleasure once more. Your pussy shudders, creaming again on the fat vampire cock, as you can only mewl weakly and cry in delight.
You watch with heavy-lidded eyes as Yuuji's cum runs over your leather boots, collecting at the heel before it drips down onto the city below you.
Yuuji's still sucking on your neck, moaning softly as he drinks your sweet blood and lets his cock get milked by the pulsing walls of your wet pussy.
You know he has to stop feasting on you now, or you will get too weak. And so you grab a handful of his pretty pink hair and tug sharply on it to get his attention.
When he finally pulls away, you can see the lust-filled haze leave his golden eyes and get replaced by regret and guilt. So sweet. You almost laugh.
"I'm sorry."
Yuuji slowly floats down past the glittering windows of skyscrapers and the blinking neon lights of the club. And you capture his lips with yours, kissing him hungrily, moaning at the taste of your blood and his spit on his tongue.
He gasps in surprise, not understanding why you still want him after what he did to you. But then his lips start to move against yours, kissing you back, slow and sweet, letting you taste his vampire kiss, his silky tongue, and intoxicating spit. Such a sweet drug.
When you reach the ground, he sets you down carefully on the grey asphalt of the dingy back alley.
He smiles at you nervously, looking guilty, making your breath catch at how beautiful he is.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry for losing control, but you tasted so good. I'm not...I'm not used to human blood. I got overwhelmed by your taste."
He scratches his pink hair, looking like a lost little puppy. Funny how an apex predator like him can look so cute.
He adds in a soft voice,
"I hope I didn't take too much. Maybe you should stop at the hospital and ask for a blood transfusion? Let me heal you first, though."
He comes closer again, leaning down to lick over your neck where his fangs left the deepest wound. You moan as his saliva coats your skin and seeps into your wounded flesh, making it close miraculously.
You could get lost in this pleasure, give yourself over to it and press your tits in his face, so he heals his marks there too. It's tempting.
But you shake yourself out of it. Now is the crucial moment. You have to focus!
Yuuji is an easy target. Usually, you have to stake them right after they cum, or they will surely kill you. But he is different. You knew he would let you live.
And now the vampire boy is here, so close to you as he heals your wound, and you know you have to take your chance now or never.
Your fingertips graze over the handle of your wooden stake, where it's hidden in your leather boot.
But you hesitate.
Yuuji is so sweet. Not as feral as the other ones. Wouldn't it be a shame to kill him? To waste this perfect opportunity? Isn't he everything you ever wished for?
You smile as you push the stake back into your right boot, and instead, you fish something else out of your left boot.
It's so easy. Yuuji is too trusting, too sure that you are just a helpless girl who stumbled into him on accident.
He doesn't expect your move. Doesn't realize what you really are.
And then it's too late.
His surprised cry of pain makes you chuckle softly as you snap the silver handcuffs shut on his left wrist. He tries to yank his hand away, but he is already weakened by the silver. And before he can pull away, you already handcuff his other wrist, too, effectively trapping his hands behind his back.
It's always fascinating to see how weak those strong creatures become once pure silver touches them.
Yuuji's golden eyes are wide as he stares at you with a growing dread on his flawless face. Now he knows what you are. Something flickers over his beautiful face. Fear but also something else. Relief.
"Do it, please. It's ok. A monster like me shouldn't exist anyway. Please, I don't want to hurt more people."
You smile at him. Your voice is soothing, like talking to a scared animal.
"I know Yuuji. I know, sweetie. And that's why I'm not going to kill you."
He blinks at you, confused, not understanding what you mean. But you will tell him. You will explain it all to him.
You pull another item out of your boot. Your touch is gentle, almost loving when you put the silver collar on Yuuji's neck.
He hisses in pain as more silver touches his skin, burning it with its pureness. A single tear runs down his pretty face, and his lips tremble. He's so perfect. So beautiful. You are glad that you didn't kill him.
"Shhh, baby boy, it's ok. The pain will lessen once your skin gets used to it."
You coo at him, reaching out to pet his pretty pink hair soothingly and press your lips to his cheek, capturing the tear and letting it melt on your tongue, sighing at the euphoric taste.
"You are far too pretty and too cute to kill you. I'm gonna keep you."
And with that, you smile at him and fasten a leather leash on his collar.
Perfect!
The collar looks cute on Yuuji. As if it belongs there. Maybe you should get him a little silver name tag.
"Let's go, Yuuji. I'll show you your new home."
You laugh softly as you wrap the leash around your wrist and give it a gentle tug to pull your new personal vampire after you.
You lift your head to gaze up at the full moon glowing brightly above the rooftops of Tokyo's skyscrapers. What a perfect night for hunting! It's a Killing Moon tonight. Legend says that it works as a lucky charm for you vampire hunters. And maybe there is truth to that old tale.
After all, you have waited months for an opportunity like this. To find the perfect vampire.
You are prepared. There is a cell in your basement. You furnished it with a luxurious big bed and soft pillows. You want your vampire to be comfortable, after all. And if he stays away from the silver bars, he won't get hurt. It's a lovely little room down there. Perfect for keeping a cute vampire pet.
The thing is, there is something you want even more than just getting bitten and fucked by those powerful creatures. They have something far more precious to give you.
Eternity.
It's the ultimate treason to mankind, but the huntress wants to become the thing she is supposed to kill.
The tricky thing is to find a vampire who will agree to turn you. He has to feed you his blood willingly, or it won't work. And you have to trust him not to kill you during the process.
But you think you have finally found the perfect specimen. You need one who hasn't lost his humanity and compassion. Sweet Yuuji is the perfect one for that. A vampire who doesn't want to kill.
A wide victorious smirk spreads over your face as you give the leash in your hand a firm tug and continue your way through the filthy, dimly lit back alleys of this forsaken city.
Three months later
"Hey, sweetie. How was my sweet boy's night?"
You smile at your vampire lover as you open the door to his cell. Your breath still catches in your throat anytime you come down here and see Yuuji. His beauty is astounding. Glowing like the moon in this dark basement, beautiful and strong.
And so hungry. Hungry for your blood and your pussy. And you are here to give him both.
He is your little secret, locked away from the rest of the world, only existing for your pleasure and the promise of eternal life.
One day. One day, sweet Yuuji will give you what you want the most.
Until then, you'll just come down here every night to love him, fuck him, offer him the sweet bliss of your blood and your hot wet cunt.
Sometimes he cries those beautiful tears that glitter like diamonds and asks you in that low velvety voice:
"Why are you doing this? Why don't you let me go?"
And anytime you pet his soft pink hair and snuggle against his strong body and tell him:
"Aww, but Yuuji, don't mix things up, my love. You were the one who attacked me. It's not fair to blame me. You know that, right? My pretty boy."
He gulps and nods and apologizes over and over again. It's so cute to watch. You always end up spoiling him too much on those nights, milking his gorgeous vampire cock and letting him feed on your neck until he is in such a fucked out, lust-filled haze that he doesn't even remember his name anymore.
And you always whisper to him afterwards how much you love him. How happy you are that he came into your life.
"What we have is special, Yuuji. Don't you see? I love you so much. That's why I want us to stay together for all times."
The people in your department wouldn't understand. They would say your lover is Death. But they are wrong. Yuuji is life. Eternal life. The greatest treasure humankind hunts for.
And you have that treasure in your basement, sitting prettily on his bed, looking at you with his big golden eyes, the cute collar around his neck sparkling enticingly. You got him a name tag. It's heart-shaped.
He really is your most precious possession.
The tragedy of being human is that death will inevitably come too soon. But a vampire can defeat death. A vampire can make you immortal.
Yuuji can make you immortal.
You visit him every night to ride him, screaming from lust when his fat cock pleasures you. You tease him, you edge him, you overstimulate him. Over and over again. Tugging on his leash and telling him to bite you and suck your blood.
And every night, you ask him to give you his blood too, so you can be together for all eternity.
He resists anytime. But you won't stop until you get what you want.
One day you will break your cute little vampire, and then you'll be his lover forever.
It is meant to be. Fate made you step into this particular back alley on that particular night. And even though Yuuji wouldn't have come home with you willingly, you made sure to lead him to his fate with a silver collar and a leash. And one day, he will understand.
There is no running from his fate.
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms too late to beg you
Or cancel it, though I know it must be
The killing time
Unwillingly mine
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
The Killing Moon by Echo & the Bunnymen
Thank you so much for reading my 2022 Yuuji Halloween fic! I hope you enjoyed sexy vampire Yuuji and the little twist at the end :) Initially, this story was supposed to be about a regular girl stumbling out of the club and into Yuuji, who feeds off her because he is hungry. But then I suddenly caught myself writing reader as a vampire hunter, and I realized that this makes the story a lot more fun. The yandere part was born when The Killing Moon was playing in the background, and I listened to the lyrics, and suddenly I knew how to finish this story.
Halloween always brings out my dark side, lol. It was so much fun to write an evil reader :)
I hope you enjoyed the story! Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!
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I finally finished designing all the voices for my Redlico Slay The Princess AU so here they all are ✨
This was all pretty fun to make and figure out for Licorice
Maybe I’ll at some point do legitimate interpretations of the voices in canon but no promises
Under the cut I’ll be explaining the design process of these guys and I’m sure the inspiration for most of them are pretty obvious
The Hero: Since he’s basically the default or standard voice you have in the game due to being the first voice and the voice that’s always with you, his design is based on the standard look of the licorice servants as well as a bit of Licorice himself with the cloak and eye color. (the gold lining comes from my own design of Lico that has those bits on his robe) He also gets the privilege of carrying the pristine blade
The Smitten: He’s the most flashy of the voices so the ZZSkull costume/minion design is what I went with since the red fits with the theme of love and with the whole K-Pop band thing going on with this costume I’m sure you could sweep the Prince off his feet with a musical performance~ 🎶
The Cold: I mostly chose the Pale Reaper costume/minion design for the color palette as it’s well- cold. But I did look at the costume description and it describes the Pale Reaper minions as “a ruthless army of obedient servants knowing no fear or pain.” Which did remind me of the Cold with the whole lack of feeling.
The Stubborn: Based on the bomber minion Licorice has in his OB ability. It’s an angry little guy and what better way to win a fight than to literally just explode I guess.
The Cheated: Based on the Parfaedia school uniform. Even tho it’s not confirmed Licorice went to that school it’s a good enough placeholder for what the Cheated represents for him. A time in his life where he studied magic and got no recognition out of it. Much like the name, he felt cheated out of success.
The Contrarian: His Grumpy Shroom Fairy costume felt a bit difficult to place on any of the voices but ultimately I went with this one. I basically chose this costume because Licorice dislikes it. And the Contrarian is certainly known for pushing peoples buttons and wanting to make choices that usually oppose what most of the characters want and more usually at the Narrators expense. So he wears this costume in opposition to how Licorice generally feels about it as it doesn’t paint him in any intimidating light. It’s a silly goofy outfit for a silly goofy voice
The Paranoid: Based on the Licorice Oozlings. Licorice himself expresses disgust over having to see the Licorice Sea again and the citizens of the Dark Cacao Kingdom have stated how much effort they put into making sure the monsters never get past the wall. The Oozlings make a great representation of the sense of fear and paranoia the cookies from there have felt over having to deal with them and Licorice probably felt a similar way when he had once lived there. And of course Licorice did use them as minions within the chapter 13 story so there’s another heavy association he with them.
The Opportunist: Based on the Aberrant Conjurer costume. Aside from the clear upgrade in outfit, this costume seems also like an upgrade in power. Licorice himself is much like the Opportunist always wanting to come out on top. In this costume it definitely feels like he’s gotten what he wanted. Although he can never outshine the powerful Dark Enchantress Cookie who he continues to be devoted and loyal to, and certainly would be to his benefit to be loyal so he can continue getting stronger with his magic and to not get caught in the crossfire of DE and her spreading of darkness and destruction. I’m basically comparing the Opportunist and the Wraith Princess to Licorice and DE since Licorice joining her is highly beneficial to him in his pursuit of power (of course in his case he’s doing it out of actual willingness not survival but the point still stands given how being on her bad side would be very dangerous)
The Hunted: This is the only voice not based on anything related to Licorice aside from the bones. He leans more into the animal appearance with the bird look and being the only voice to have pointy hands. There’s a few reasons for the bird motif specifically. One, the Hunted acts like prey always trying to run, hide and survive hence looking like an animal that can be easy prey. Two it’s a reference to the Long Quite being a bird so might as well stick that in here. And three, my personal Licorice design has bird skulls instead of human(?) skulls so it really was just preference.
The Broken: Based on the potion minion Licorice has in his OB ability. This minion I thought just had a sad looking face so I thought that’d fit him. This potion minion of course carries a potion around and it has a heart inside it. I thought to incorporate that into the design with the cracked heart as a sign of his broken spirit.
The Skeptic: The most difficult and bizarre design choice out of everyone as he’s based on Rocky, the rock that Licorice finds in Last Cookie Standing. I initially thought of this as a joke cuz I ran out of ideas and was just like “I’ll put Rocky here and call it a day” but I actually ended up making this make sense. Rocky comes a series that’s a Survival/Total Drama Island parody. Which of course is filled with characters using their wits and other skills to get through the challenges. Part of the appeal is watching the contestants build and destroy trust with one another. It is important you choose your allies wisely and think things through if you wanna win. So ya Rocky’s association with Last Cookie Standing made my decision with the Skeptic make sense.
#I really put all this effort to essentially expose the CR fandom to a cool horror game#this is also kinda just an elaborate way for me to infodump about Licorice Cookie while also advertising a whole other game#my art#cookie run#cookierun au#licorice cookie#Cookierun STP
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Taleena daughter headcanons
•They both chose to wait a few years after marriage to have their daughter (a few years is probably like a couple hundred in Outworld)
•Both adjusting to being married, being public, they just need that time for themselves
•They tell Kitana about their plans for having a baby in the future
•Kitana being absolutely happy for them and supporting them
•Kitana would be the best aunt
•Mileena and Tanya are doing everything they can to make sure Outworld is safe enough to raise their daughter
•They want to raise her in a healthy environment
•I feel like both Mileena and Tanya go through the typical first time parent things
•it's a lot of excitement, worry, and stress, but they help each other
•The day their daughter is born, the palace is overjoyed.
•From the day she's born, she gets spoiled
• Anything she needs or wants, the baby gets
•I can see Mileena and Tanya not letting her out of their sight. She is with them all the time, taking her everywhere
•its in both of their nature's to be protective, and it increases after their daughter is born
•They don't trust anyone with their daughter (except kitana and Li mei)
•They have her crib in their room
•No matter how much they prepared, they still feel overwhelmed with having a baby and also ruling Outworld at the same time.
•the first few months were full of sleepless nights
•They take turns getting up and taking care of the baby. Sometimes, Tanya will get up more often. She tells Mileena to stay in bed because Tanya knows how important it is for Mileena to sleep (her being empress and all)
•Mileena sometimes worries that she'll be like her mother. I'm not saying Sindel is a bad mother. Mileena just doesn't want her daughter to grow up thinking anything out of her control is her fault
•Tanya worried about how she would be as a mother since she grew up without a family. But she's always taken care of her umgadi sisters, so that's kind of like experience. I think her thought process would be, "I'm gonna be the mother I wish I had in my life."
•Their daughter would be part Tarkatan, and as she gets older, she dabbles in magic
•when their not busy with royal business, they train their daughter
•their daughter has thick curly hair, and Tanya would show and tell Mileena how to take care of it
•Cooking together, well Tanya is the one actually cooking, but they have a lot of fun together
•she would mimic both of her mothers mannerisms
•she would have her own little throne next to Mileena
•going for little peaceful strolls around sun do
•All 3 of them having festival outfits for the Sun do festival
•carriage rides together around Outworld
•family portraits, including Kitana
•They raise their daughter in a Tarkatan positive environment
•They let their daughter sleep in their bed. They tell her bedtime stories
•once in a while, they'll make blanket forts for her. She convinces them to sleep inside the fort with her
•They come to learn that no matter how much they try, things won't always be perfect. Things won't be easy and painless. There will be good days and bad days. Good choices and mistakes. It all comes with becoming a parent. As long as they make sure they express how much they love and care for their daughter. And let her know that they do whatever they can for her.
#mileena#tanya#taleena#mileena x tanya#tanya mk1#mileena mk1#mk1#lgbtq#wlw#taleena daughter#my headcanon#hopefully they have her for real
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Mingi ideal type thank you!
mingi tarot reading
ideal type - personality and appearance
do I have his energy permission to do and share this reading? 6 of cups, ace of cups
this is the longest one I've ever made but bare with me, mingi is my favorite person i pay attention to him the most, so I have more information memorized.
personality
the world reversed - mingi wants someone he can take care of, someone that has one or many issues in their daily life that he can help with. shy, messy, anxious, insecure, angry, he loves those things because he wanna be the one to "save" them, help them get on their feet with strength. he doesn't want someone that is too worldly, he wants someone that wouldn't mind staying inside a lot, someone that doesn't have as hectic of a schedule as he does, someone more anti social, that don't have many friends (he literally said that he preferred quiet, anti social, nerdy girls when he was in school, he doesn't want someone with a big personality).
4 of pentacles reversed - he's said he likes jealousy and here it is, he wants someone who is extra possessive of him. he also wants someone who is curious and open to his input in their life, who isn't so defensive and stuck in their way. he's also expressed his preference for being a provider, so his ideal type is maybe someone who earns less than him and probably a stay at home partner/parent. someone he doesn't need to touch or be around physically to feel their presence. someone that knows the appropriate times to be selfish or selfless, but specially altruistic when it comes to him. someone like him, who has many different interests but when they pick something, that's it for life.
7 of wands - loyal as fuck (like the anime your name, that level of loyalty), he's probably the type to tell you you can't have any guy friends or wear a certain outfit and he wants someone who will comply easily. someone who is desired and that he needs to be possessive over, but that will literally fight every person that likes them. someone that protects him over any and everything, that takes care of him no matter what. someone incredibly confident that can stand their ground, persevering, courageous, strong and capable.
8 of wands reversed - mingi is a very shy person when he's around someone he really likes (check him meeting jongkook vs any other celebrity, for example), he wants someone that won't give up on him even if he's too slow, too nervous, giving confusing/conflicting messages, someone who will understand and stick with him even if no one else does. shyness is a trait that's present in all of these cards, this time mystery is also coming through, someone he needs to win over with time, that only he understands, someone who makes him feel proud of himself when they open up and tell him stuff (if he has someone in mind, it might be someone who speaks a different language). again, he may not be interested in those who are too energetic and do a lot in their day, someone more introverted is more comfortable and fun for him. as an entp, his ideal type is definitely introverts. 8 of wands also signify anger, irritation, mingi is someone with very strong opinions, he may want someone who can share his frustrations and hatred over specific things, or at least who won't judge him.
appearance
my sister was listening to enchanted by taylor swift in the other room when I got to this part, mingi just wants love at first sight, someone enchanting, dreamy, magical, who will leave him starstruck and shocked, as if it's meant to be.
6 of cups - he loves height difference, he may think it's cute if they look innocent and younger. very delicate and feminine. tanned/golden skin. very natural, he prefers simple, comfortable styles, soft makeup or none, and no cosmetic procedures, like someone that doesn't live in the city, down to earth. very much like rory gilmore.
the star reversed - very much a casual style, very natural, probably someone that doesn't fit the beauty standard. someone that knows how it feels to be considered unattractive, someone that's had a glowup, someone with hidden beauty (can go from messy to superstar). mingi has expressed his concerns many times, it's not surprising if he wants he wouldn't feel pressured to look like a star for, someone who wouldn't make him feel like he needs to change to be beautiful. not flashy, more conservative (mingi has called out atinys wearing showy outfits in fanmeetings before), someone that covers up and doesn't wear many accessories (just check out his outfits when he isn't filming)
page of cups reversed - he honestly does not care, he's a hopeless romantic, he loves to have rose colored glasses, as long as it's his person, he would find them beautiful and sexy no matter WHAT. he is very innocent in this matter. however, he may like legs and a flowy hair, soft and girly aesthetic (spring, flowers and water is a consistent theme in these cards). he prefers someone who has a more serious look, he's said he liked the serious and quiet kid in the back of the room. a toned down, less creative, just a very casual and comfortable style (he dresses a lot in street style and even more in the original grunge, so he's probably attracted to that too).
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since mingi is obsessed with anime, I thought I'd show some characters that match because it's honestly very similar and he loves to base his aesthetic on things he's seen on tv
in his head, this is him and his person
taiga & ryuuji - toradora!
komi & tadano - komi can't communicate
ponyo & sosuke - ponyo
rory and jess - gilmore girls
I could not leave this show behind
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professor munson's guide to passing the class- e.m (pt 6)
Pairing: Professor!Eddie Munson x Student!AFAB!Female!Reader
Summary: you visit eddie during office hours for an unexpected lesson
Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI (blowjob, p in v, creampie, little degradation, little praise, professor kink), angst, cliffhanger
Word Count: 3k
A/N: here is part 6 of my professor eddie series! can’t believe this series is half way over, but it’s just now getting good, i promise hehe :) enjoy! -sava
thank you to my shrexy love @myobmaya for beta reading :)
Tying the two strings together, you pull the coat tight on your body, creating a second knot when you fasten the straps together initially. Finding the outfit currently underneath the thick coat wasn’t as easy as you thought it might be, and you wanted to keep the surprise in tact for Eddie, whom you’d be seeing in just a few minutes.
Things between the two of you have been great since your Valentine’s Day meal together. He cooked some spaghetti for you with fresh made breadsticks he picked up at the local bakery on campus, toasting them up and adding what he calls some “Munson Magic” to the bread, which just meant garlic salt and butter, but still delicious nonetheless. The two of you really connected that night, learning more about one another and for a moment, really taking the time to appreciate one another without thinking about just fucking each others brains out…even if it did happen later that night.
Within the past three weeks, you’ve been going out on dates, both secluded to the confines of Eddie’s apartment with home cooked meals and rentals from Blockbuster, but you were also venturing out in public even, with going out to a few towns over and walking around the the park, going out to eat, and even seeing a movie in the theaters. Sure, it was a risk, but the two of you have been able to successfully keep things under wraps for nearly three months now. Not to mention, the past two times you’ve seen one another you didn’t even have sex with one another, just having the other person being right beside you being enough to keep you both satisfied. You both have matured over this arrangement, impressed with yourself with this success you've found in the dating world.
So, you thought giving Eddie a little surprise visit wouldn’t hurt anything.
Grabbing your backpack, you sling it over your shoulder and pull your bedroom door open, walking out into the open space of your apartment and flashing Nadia a smile once you get within eyesight of her. She sends you a smile back from her position on the couch, before taking in your appearance and quirking a brow your way.
“Where are you going dressed in a big trench coat in the middle of March? It’s not even that cold outside,” she questions, crossing her arms in front of her figure after tossing the remote to the side.
“Last office hours before midterms. Thought I’d bundle up since it gets cold in that building,” you reply her, your hand resting on the door knob. She nods, squinting her eyes at you as she crosses her arms in front of her chest, shifting slightly.
“Is it for your music class?”
“Yep! Trying to get the best grade possible, you know,” you chuckle out, turning the knob slowly. You’re about to pull the door open when you hear a sigh come from Nadia’s mouth, making you turn back to her. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I just want you to be careful going there, okay? I know that finals are approaching and that you really enjoy the class, but stuff can always change in an instant,” She tells you. Unable to stop yourself, you shoot her a confused expression, eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“I always am,“ you laugh out, shaking your head. "What's going on? You've been acting really weird lately?"
"I'm not the one acting weird," she mutters under her breath.
"What was that?" You question, leaning a bit closer and flashing your ear to her.
“Nothing! It's just, I care about you is all. Have fun at your office hours,” she says before fumbling around for the remote and hitting play on the movie she was watching. You hesitate a moment before walking out the door, shaking out of yet another weird encounter with your roommate. You weren’t sure what was going on with her lately, but you’re sure there isn’t much to worry about there.
Knocking on the wooden door that leads into Eddie’s office, smiling when he makes eye contact with you and welcomes you inside. Shutting the door, you come around his desk and plant a kiss to his cheek. Trying to pull away, his hand maneuvers to the back of your neck, pulling you back and moving his lips against yours. His scent is even more intoxicating than usual, but that may just be your heightened desires trying to escape with the surprise you have planned.
"Hey you," he breathes out for moment, separating from your figure ever so slightly and glancing up to your eyes.
"Hi Professor Munson," you let out, before dipping your head back down and taking his lips in yours once more.
Finally pulling away after a few minutes, you take a few deep breaths as you stand, smirking at him as he finally looks you up and down. “Are you becoming a professional flasher or something? That’s pretty frowned upon now-a-days.”
“No silly, just wanted to keep warm for the ride over. And I just thought I'd come surprise you during office hours since no one ever takes the opportunity to come and see you during this time...except me, of course,” you tell him, fingers dancing along the strings of the jacket.
Carefully, you begin to undo them, taking the knot apart before shimmying out of the oversized coat. Eddie’s eyes widen as he drinks in your appearance: Simple sneakers and knee-high socks adorn the bottom half of your legs, and a short pleaded skirt with a blue and black plaid design that shows your thighs off covering the top of your lower half, finishing it off with a tight white shirt clinging to your upper half, cleavage nearing busting at the seams with multiple buttons undone, showing the tops of your bra cups. Suddenly, your white shirt isn’t the only thing feeling tight within the small room.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, unable to take his eyes off the outfit. He can't help how sexy you look, but also can't fight the urge to tease you about the scenario.“You do know that Halloween isn’t for another 7 months though, right?”
Shooting his a glare, you turn your back and begin walking towards the door, making sure to shake your ass a with a bit of drama as you do so. “I thought it would be cute, but if you don’t like it, then I can just go home and change. Put some sweatpants on and a big sweater-“
“If you don’t bend over this desk in the next 5 seconds you’re going to regret it,” he lets out, voice stern and low. Biting your lip, you rush over to his desk, watching with careful eyes as he works around to meet you around the front side. His hands rest on your hips for a minute, before sliding up and down your sides, landing on your covered breasts.
“You see what you do to me? Coming in my office dressing like a school girl. Very taboo sweetheart,” he breathes out, inching closer to your neck. His breath fans over your neck, the hot air making heat travel to your cheeks. “Such a naughty little thing, aren’t you? Trying to fuck your professor in his office like the little whore you are?”
You can’t help but moan at his words and at the feeling of his hands migrating down your body. Cupping one hand on your heat, he takes one of the hands that was propping you up against the desk and rests it on his crotch, feeling his bulge through his black slacks. “You see what you do to me baby? ‘Ya feel the effect you have on me?”
Nodding, you trail your hand up to the top of his pants, popping the button and gliding the zipper down the tracks to free him of the tight confines. Dipping your hand into the waistband of his boxers, you feel his hot hard member make contact against your cold hand. You pull it out, watching it smack against his lower stomach before looking at him with innocent eyes. He smirks at you, nodding towards his cock before letting his deep brown and lust filled eyes bore into yours.
“Think you can help your professor out with his little situation?” He questions mockingly. Nodding once more, you sink to your knees and pull his slacks down to his ankles, resting your hands on his thighs as you lick a thick stripe from the curve of his sack to his leaky red tip.
Eddie’s hands grip the edge of the desk, looking up to see his bottom lip caught between his teeth as small grunts come from his mouth here and there. You circle your tongue around the tip before taking it into your mouth, bobbing your head shallowly as you begin working down his shaft.
He moves one hand to rest on the back of your head, guiding you down inch by inch until the tip begins hitting the back of your throat and your nose brushes against the thick corse hairs that sit at the base of his cock, tickling you a bit. You moan around him, hollowing your cheeks as you move back up towards the tip, and slowly sinking down the length again.
“Such a good fucking whore for me. C’mon baby, take me just a little deeper. I know you can do it,” he coos, pushing your head down for you. You feel yourself gagging around his length when your nose presses firmly into the skin of his lower stomach, taking him down your throat. “That’s it, there you go sweetheart.”
You glide your mouth back up, releasing him from your mouth with a wet popping sound. Drooling some spit onto his dick, your wrap your hand around it and stroke up and down, smiling up at him as you look into his eyes through your lashes.
“Look at you on your knees for your professor. What a naughty thing you are,” he lets out, bringing his head down your face to rest on your cheek. You feel heat creep onto your cheeks again, moving your free hand to massage his heavy cum filled sack and making him tilt his head back and moan. “C’mon sweetheart, need to be inside you. Come bend over the desk for me and let me see that cute little ass of yours.”
Without wasting a moment, you hop up front your position on the floor and move to the desk, leaning your body over and resting both hands on the shiny mahogany surface. Eddie’s body presses against yours, lips traveling to your neck and biting the skin gently before soothing it over with his tongue. You sigh at the feeling, his lips suckling the area and sending more pleasure down to your wanton cunt.
You feel his slender fingers toying with your panties, slipping under the band and gathering the slick that was nearly pouring out of you. He shimmies his index fingers between your skin and the fabric, pulling down the thin cotton material until it pools at your ankles, feeling the cool air of his office hit your wet heat.
“Wet already I see? Who knew sucking my cock could turn you on so badly, huh?” He asks mockingly. “Guess you really are a little whore, aren’t you?”
All you do is moan in response, feeling one of his calloused fingertips circle around your hardened nub and making you squirm. His fingers leave you, making you turn back to see his fist around his cock, pumping it a few times before lining up with your entrance.
You both sigh as he begins pushing into you, the slight sting of him stretching your walls feeling so good. Eddie’s hand grips at the base of your neck, using it as leverage as he lets go of his cock with his other hand, resting it on your hip as he bottoms out inside you. Your hands cling to the desk, finding purchase on the edge as he begins pulling out, only to thrust back inside you quickly.
“Fuck sweetheart, you’re so fucking tight. Love when you grip me like this,” he moans out, beginning to set a pace with his thrusts. You sigh, the sensation of his cock dragging along your walls sending jolts of pleasure throughout your cunt.
Reaching down, you start rubbing your clit with two fingers, moaning loudly. You feel Eddie smack your hand away, his fingers quickly replacing yours as he begins making fast and tight circles. The coil inside you is building faster, each smack his cum heavy sack makes against your ass which causes the tip of his cock to brush against the sweet spot inside you sending you further over the edge.
“Eddie, M’close,” you whine out, body rubbing against the desk as he pounds into relentlessly. Eddie smirks to himself, moving faster against your clit and keeping his pace steady with his thrusts.
“Make a mess on my cock sweetheart. Wanna see how good I make you feel.”
You walls convulse around him, moaning into the shoulder you’re biting at as pleasure washes over you. His thrusts begin to slow, becoming sloppier with each smack his balls make against you. You can tell he’s close just by the slowing of his pace, having memorized all his quirks when it comes to being intimate with Eddie.
“M’gonna cum. Where do you want m-“
“Cum inside me Eddie, I’m on the pill. Need to feel you fill me up, please Eds,” you beg, reaching around to hold him. He laces his fingers with yours with one hand, while the other grips at the base of your neck and pushing himself in and out of you with small grunts leaving his mouth.
The warm feeling inside sends aftershocks shooting throughout your spent cunt, Eddie’s thrusts halting as he moans out loudly, spurting thick white ropes of cum deep inside you. As he tries to come down from his high, he’s mutter out obscenities when he pulls out of you, chest rising and falling rapidly as he breathes heavily.
Feeling spent, you let your weight fall onto the desk, legs trembling from such an intense high. You feel a wet sensation on your shoulder blade, looking back to see Eddie’s lip planted there, eyes looking into yours. You can’t help but smile at the cute image.
While directing your attention backwards, you also notice the door knob turning slightly, freezing in place as satisfaction is quickly replaced by terror.
“Hey Eddie, I was hoping we could talk-what the hell,” Dean Harrington says, walking into the room and stopping dead in his tracks, like a deer caught in headlights. Eddie’s eyes widen as he turns his head, looking at his friend and colleague in the eyes as he mentally beats himself up for the predicament he’s been caught in.
The dean looks to you for a split second, before directing his attention back to Eddie's whose body has becoming completely rigid above you. Dean Harrington's cheek slowly begin turning bright red, blinking as he tries to look anywhere but at the two of you. Opening and closing his mouth a few times, you can tell he's at a loss for words, unable to think of just how he's going to break this surprising tension.
Eddie shifts slightly, turning to a better angle to look at his colleague. His features are also bright red, sweat beginning to pile under his bangs and drip down his porcelain skin. He was scared, and he could tell you were too by how silent and still you were being. He had to try and explain himself, for both of your sakes.
“Uh, hey Steve. I can explain-“
“No, don’t bother," he finally lets out, turning his back to the both of you breathing out a heavy sigh. "Meet me in my office in 10 minutes. Alone. That gives you two enough time to get dressed and vacate this office,” Dean Harrington replies, making a hast exit of the office. Eddie wastes no time retreating from your figure, quickly redressing himself as he mutters more obscenities under his breath. You follow suit, pulling your panties up from their spot around your ankles and tucking your shirt into your skirt, hands shaking with fear.
You try looking up at Eddie, but his eyes are on everything but you. He’s reaching over for his hair tie, gathering his long luscious mane and pulling it back into a low bun. He walks around his room, gathering his things as he prepares to walk out. Opening the office door, he waits for you to exit, tapping his foot impatiently.
Finishing up, you tie the strings to your jacket to hide your outfit before grabbing your backpack. You walk towards the door, turning back to try and look at him once more. With his eyes planted to the floor, his pokes his tongue out of his mouth, looking lost in thought. Funny how attitudes can change on a dime like this.
“Eddie, can we talk about this?”
“No. At least, not right now. I’ve gotta get to his office, so, uh... I’ll see you in class, Miss Y/L/N.”
The formal farewell struck you, sending a wave of hurt throughout your chest and down your spine. With a heavy heart, you turn your back to him and begin walking out of the lecture hall as you feel your eyes grow heavy with tears. You hear the door to his office close abruptly, making you wince a little. What the fuck did you just get yourself in to?
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