#pearly's ranting again
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Please send me silly little asks or any asks 😔 I'm about to die of boredom 😔
#I'm just so bored#like too bored#pearly's ranting again#or is this a rant#idfk#anons pls#I have nothing else to dooo
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music is all about personal interpretation and it's subjective yeah yeah cool whatever but it's so fucking upsetting to think about how rage against the machine released killing in the name of and to this day it's still Incredibly Famous and popular and played on the radio every day but like
no one really cares what it's about? zach de la rocha got up there and fucking poured his anger and pain and what he lived as a poc into every fucking second of that and all of his songs and what do people do with it? "cool guitar hero song hell yeah"
rage played at protests, at benefits for death row inmates, GOT BACK TOGETHER TO TRY AND TOUR WHEN PROTESTS STARTING GETTING THE BIGGEST MEDIA COVERAGE AGAIN yet no ine really listens to the fucking words he's spitting
killing was released in 1992, over thirty years ago, and we still have a majority of people just passively being anti-establishment.
no. listen to him. listen to the never ending generations of people calling literally everything as it is. people have been and will continue to point out every egregious misuse of power and money for gain on the backs of minorities and we have to stop letting it be capitalized on.
#i haven't taken my meds in several weeks and my brain is ranting and raving and ferally angry this is what you get#yes i am advocating for anarchistic action agains the gov#i'll do so till the day they pry my life force from my cold dead body on the front lawn of their pearly mansions for profit of my suffering
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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— overstimulation + seishiro nagi.
૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, minors dni 18+, characters aged up to 20s, male masturbation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, big cum shots, fantasies, aftercare, afab!reader, pro player!nagi - hello id like to thank @irideaels for letting me rant abt this a few days ago so !!!! enjoy !!! + not beta read btw lol
oh because … nagi who cums until he physically can’t anymore when he’s jerking off.
one hand tweaking his nipples from under his tight black shirt he couldn’t be bothered to shrug off and the other fisting his cock glossed in layers of hot cum and precum — soiling the palm of his hand with its viscosity.
seishiro’s cheeks tint pink with exertion, sweat beading at his hairline like jewels on a necklace as his back arches off the bed and his hips rise with fluid and steady thrusts into his closed fist. he only works hard for things that he wants, and what he wants is an orgasm. more than one. poor sei, all frustrated because he won’t stop until he’s satisfied or until the burn of frustration from not having you with him ceases to exist.
he tucks his face into his shoulder, lips pouty and bitten until they’re a shade darker than the pink that they usually are — nagi running his thumb back and forth, back and forth through the seedy tip of his angry red cockhead just like you would. it’s a nice feeling, especially when he’s so sensitive. it makes his eyelashes flutter against his shirt and an impatient whine reverberate in the depths of his throat because he needs you, he misses you.
everything is too hot, his dick between his stick and shiny cum covered thighs. nagi’s skin to the touch. the sex tainted air in the room. in order to cool off, sei takes his shirt between rows of pearly white teeth that are gritted to hold his moans and if he closes his eyes tight enough — he can use the wet slap of his hand around his aching, twitching cock to picture you above him and riding him the way he likes..
he imagines the squelch of your precious cunt around him, squeezing himself like you would when you sink down on his thick and lengthy shaft — he starts slow and lazy but the more nagi pictures you bouncing away in his lap, circling your clit to the pace of his whimpers and whines the more he speeds up. mercilessly pounding his own fist, sending droplets of his precum and remainders of his precious orgasms flying about the place and messing up his sheets.
“ngh…hah, angel please. please.” he gasps airily to no one in particular — using the veil of the darkness surrounding him to picture you better. there’s a blistering burn in seishiro’s lower spine like he’s about to bust again and his thighs twitch apart on instinct as if to make room for it all, his second hand shooting between them to squeeze and tug on his large breeder’s balls. he wants you so bad, it makes him cry as he rolls his hips higher and higher. “g’na make me cum. w’na cum…please!”
nagi whispers your name into the night, his hips stuttering as the chord holding back his release snaps in his lower tummy. greyish-brownish eyes roll back into his skull as he helplessly drools from his babbling mouth. one, two, three — he gives a few more shallow pumps to his sore cock, ropes of hot white shooting over his glistening abs and milky chest, seeping into his salt slicked skin. nagi is dizzy, he’s cum, what? three or four times now? he’s lost count, he’s too tired but it’s still not enough to get rid of the white hot need he feels for you.
there’s mess upon mess as seishiro starts himself up again — languidly jerking off with his movements easily guided by the slickness of his last orgasm as lube. this time he thinks of you cleaning him up, sucking bruising marks against the creamy flesh of his thick thighs where only he can see them. you’d kitten lick your way up his cock, take him into your warm pretty mouth and suck on him like your life depends on it.
he can practically hear the way you’d gag on it, spit on it, palm what you can’t swallow down with your dainty little fingers while you moan around him. it drives nagi up the wall. he’s blushing and crying, stroking himself hard and fast and he feels like his hand might drop off — but he’s almost there. dopamine shoots across his brain as sei imagines you taking his release down your throat, how you’d whine around him, complain about just how much he cums even though you both know that you like it.
without realising, his fingers speed up again — thumb circling his tip in tight movements. he switches to using both hands instead of just one, wildly fucking up into his make-shift pussy as if it were yours or your mouth. hot tears sting a path down seishiro’s cheeks in exhaustion and frustration, but this’ll be it. this will be the one to sedate his hunger.
“oh fuck,” nagi’s shakily chokes back a sob, clenching around his own chubby cock, wetting his lips, writhing against the wet bed sheets and blankets below. “oh angel! hah, hah, haaaah!” his hips have a mind of their own while they desperately chase after his high like he would after a goal on the pitch and before nagi knows it. he’s cumming once again. blinding ecstasy rolls over his body in large waves, drowning him, suffocating him. he feels like he can’t breathe as if you’ve stolen all the air from his lungs. blood rushes through sei’s ears and wracks his entire body in a fit of the shakes.
he cums so hard, brilliantly and beautifully — his large cum shot hitting his face and dropping down to his heaving chest while he pants and comes back down. he knows he won’t be able to stay conscious for much longer, blindly reaching for his phone with messy hands to snap pictures of his ruined cock and pink flushed face to send to you.
sei baby ♡ - 10:45PM: came so much 4 u angel. come home soon
sei baby ♡ - 10:47PM: (2 attachments.png)
in fact, nagi’s orgasm and the aftershocks of it are is so big that he quite literally passes out after messaging you, giving into his tiredness. finally being able to relax.
and when he comes to, you’re there, dressed in his clothes — cleaning up nagi’s sensitive spots and all his mess with a damp wash cloth so tenderly, a proud smile on your face as you brush back his sweaty and snowy white hair. “you did so well for me, sei,” you whisper, kissing his tear stained cheeks as if he might shatter if you do. “go back to sleep.”
“mngh… thank you, love you angel…” he manages before drifting off.
“love you too, my handsome boy.”
#blue lock x reader#blue lock smut#bllk x reader#bllk smut#nagi x reader#nagi smut#nagi x you#blue lock x you#bllk x you#nagi seishiro x reader#nagi seishiro smut#nagi seishiro x you#seishiro nagi smut#seishiro nagi x reader#bllk thirst#blue lock thirst#nagi seishiro imagines#seishiro nagi x you#✧ ₊˚੭ — writing#tteokdoroki
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HII HI
I love how you wrote Adam from hazbin hotel so I have a request! It is a little ANGSTY so if you don't want to do it it's okay!
Can you do Adam and his wife going to hell for extermination day and his wife saves him from nifty but also gets hurt by nifty?-
Sorry it's a little complicated I hope you have a good day!
thank you so much! i was listening to some sad music and let this get super angsty, i might come back and do a part 2 or an alternate ending later on
Dying was easy.
Waking up to the pearly gates and realizing you've been rewarded with heaven, made every decision in your life leading up to this moment worth it. You knew as long as you were a good person then good things would come to you. And the best thing you could ever hope for came in the shape of your husband Adam whom you met not long after entering heaven.
The angel was enamored the second he laid his eyes on you. Standing in line at the frozen yogurt shop while biting your lip and scanning the menu. You were the the most beautiful woman he's ever seen and being the first man, he'd seen a lot of women. He abandoned whatever Lute was saying to him and made his way over to you to strike up a conversation.
You two quickly formed a deep and intimate relationship. 'I love you's were all the other residents of heaven could hear when seeing the couple out. Over time you made your way up to being an exorcist as Adam hated parting with you for even a day. He couldn't think on the job properly as he'd count down the time until he got to see you again.
Though you didn't completely agree with extermination, this opinion was never voiced with your husband as you didn't see the conflict necessary. But this upcoming extermination day was worrying you. Of course, your husband being the man he is, had made an enemy of the princess of hell. As powerful as he may be and as nice as the girl was when you met her, you knew when push came to shove she'd have a lot better chance of winning a fight than he did. Your only peace of mind was that angels couldn't be killed. At the back of your mind you couldn't help but wonder 'what if they can be?'
You watched from afar while you were battling a hellborn, your husband fighting Lucifer, king of hell himself. The anxiety and pit in your stomach worsened the moment you saw one of your own go down. The second your husband met the ground, your instincts kicked in. While his back was turned in a rant, you watched a small red-headed girl make her way over. Your ears rang as you flew as fast as you can to push the love of your immortal life out of the way.
Your noble decisions seemed to still be giving you good luck as you had managed to save your Adam. Your presence drew the attention of everyone nearby. Seeing your lover's face look at your own brought you a smile. As you tried to speak to him you started to choke up. Coughing up gold liquid into your hand, you came to the same conclusion as when you had first become immortal. Dying was easy.
Black dots started to close around your vision and you fell to your knees. Your husband's arms caught you before you could fall onto your face. His face was horror-stricken. You tried to reach out to caress his cheek but you were too weak to make it. The wind lulled you to rest as he shot up to heaven's portal with you in his arms. The last thing you saw before your vision went black was Adam's face yelling out to you though you couldn't hear it.
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel#x reader#adam x reader#hazbin hotel adam#hazbin hotel adam angst#angst x reader
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Leon's little pet
18+ content. Nsfw warning! Kind of dark content? Leon thinks of !F reader as an object.
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Poor little you, dirty and grimy from hiding for so long. But you were found non other than Leon himself thankfully.
He found you in one of the now abandoned houses, once belonging to a certain ganando. You tell him you don't know what's wrong with you're village, one day you were out and the next you come back to murder, blood and torture.
Leon looks like he's listening but all he can really think about is that cute little dress you have on, your tits showing a little. You don't have a clue honestly, it makes Leon want to take advantage of you. He'd lick his lips thoughtfully, experimenting by kissing you and you'd kiss back. Because honestly you can admit that this lean, tall, handsome, young man is arousing you with just his hard gaze.
He lets you know everything you want to know. Why are the villagers like this? Are you a spy? Are you going to kill me?
The last one certainly made him chuckle, gripping your face he'd say.
"Now why would I kill a cute, little thing like you?"
That had your heart beating fast, rubbing his hardened cock against your bare leg and then at your clothed cunt. You'd let out a small moan, making him grin ear to ear.
Anytime the ganandos gave Leon a break, he'd also take a quick break by groping your tits or sticking a hand down your dress. His favourite thing to do was finger fuck you to heaven, then pull out when you were about to climax all over his hand. He was such a meanie, but he'd make it up to you by shoving his large cock into your sensitive pussy.
His cock was large. You'd never seen one as big as Leon's, when he saw your eyes widen he'd smirk.
"What are you waiting for princess? I need that warm mouth of yours."
Placing him into your mouth, your throat moulding into the shape of his cock as you began to bob your head. You were struggling to take him as tears pricked your lash line and he grabbed a fistful of your hair. He'd shoot his warm shots of cum down your throat, praising you for your service.
"Fuck such a good girl aren't ya? Can't wait to stretch you out."
And he'd do just that, pinning you against the castle wall, tits squished and back pressed against him. He loved the way your pussy sucked him in, no.. welcomed him as he thrusted so hard you were seeing the fairies. He got you so wet it was tantalizing, you wanted to stay like this forever if it meant you could see Leon's face for eternity. Whispering nothing but down right, vile, filthy things into your perky little ear, as he sloppily fucked you to cloud nine. At this point your legs were shaking, gripping onto the stone wall in front of you. Leon would snake his fingers down to your pearly clit and rub, faster and faster till you'd squirt all over him. Gushing and spasming around his impressive length, and in return he'd stuff you absolutely full. His cum was so creamy and warm, it made your stomach flutter and he'd make sure it stayed in by plugging it with his large fingers.
"Godamn, I wish I had a vibrator on me I'd totally turn you into a squirting mess."
He was you're knight in shining armour, he has rescued you from those now uncivilised people that wanted to rip you to shreds. You just wanted to be his little pet, his little naïve pet that only listened to him.
When you guys met Luis, he joked about Leon taking you back home. God, Luis was a genius. That's exactly what he wanted and will do, he's going to take you back home with him and everyday when he'd come home from work he could just fill you up as he pleased as you sat waiting pretty as a present. All you needed was a lavish pink bow and you were set! He'd decorate your frail body with so many hickeys, neck, thighs, stomach, shoulders you name it! and Leon's already claimed it. And oh he could just cum at the sight of your face in euphoria, and that's exactly what he did over and over again possibly impregnating you this time.
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Rant post tbh
#leonkennedy#leon scott kennedy#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#dark content#be warned
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Illicit Affairs
Vampire!Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader - MINORS DNI
cw: 18+, minors DNI, reader is a british socialite, monster-fucking, religious imagery and language (reader isn’t necessarily religious but mentions god and the devil in the Christian sense), vore (bloodsucking), atsumu picks reader up, she falls a lot so if that annoys you don’t read this, “whore” is used in a derogatory way, Atsumu has electricity bc obvs (vampire science is better), violence (beheading on page and murder mention), age gap (like obvs he’s a vampire), virginity loss, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, general smut, and violence on page.
wc: ~15k
a/n: This is long. I’m sorry. However, I had the best time writing it, so maybe I’m not sorry. I would like to thank Kashi, Mimi, and Rue for all your time listening to me rant about this fic, reading it, giving me suggestions, and just being great friends to me. I hope you enjoy this short story! Happy Halloween!
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Outside London, October 1845.
Right foot first.
As the music blasts through the chapel from the band to your right, you realize you can’t breathe. You try to inhale, but it does nothing. Seeing Graham standing at the end of the aisle makes you wish you’d skipped tea.
Left foot.
Your eyes scan the room, looking for the blonde head of hair of the woman your future husband has been fucking on the side. She’s from a London brothel, but Graham has given her an apartment outside of town and an allowance to live on.
Right foot.
Graham smiles at you.
Left foot.
All the smiling faces make you want to scream. Your father's hold on your arm, the bouquet, and the dress all feel suffocating—the dress’s pretty sleeves lined with baby blue lace and thread might as well be handcuffs.
Right foot.
He’s only a few steps away now. You spot the blonde face you don’t immediately recognize, two rows from the front. He would allow her to sit that close? It’s embarrassing enough to have the bridesmaids gossiping about it while you were dressing, but to sit her so close… it hurts.
Left foot.
The music comes to its crescendo. You have to get out of here.
Right foot.
You have to get out of here.
One last step.
Graham smiles at you again, his teeth pearly white and perfect. His green eyes sparkle. His brown hair combed back with product making him look older. As the music dies down, your father whispers something to you, but you can’t hear it.
The Priest steps forward, his lips moving, the cross dangling from the long chain on your neck swings from left to right. It gets hushed, everyone on the altar looking at you and your father too.
Did they say something to you?
“Apologies, can you repeat that?” You smile the best you can, and the Priest smiles back.
“We just need you to step forward,” the Priest answers and you realize your father agreed to give you away to Graham.
Your father had released his arm from yours, and you realize nothing is holding onto you anymore. You look to your father, his sweet supportive smile greeting you. Turning back to face Graham, you try to take a step forward, up onto the altar but your legs shake.
You can’t do this.
“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, dropping the beautiful bouquet to the ground.
Turning, you feel your father's fingers on your dress sleeve, but you don’t give him time to grip on. You’re darting back down the aisle and out of the chapel. Your feet move faster than your mind, only able to think one thing.
Please don’t fall or break a heel. Please don’t fall or break a heel.
The chapel is on the outskirts of town, and running north of it takes you into the woods. You trip as you begin to climb the hill, your shoes catching on roots and debris. You push yourself off the ground, seeing your dress's hem is already caked in mud. Shaking your head, you ignore it and take off as fast as you can. The incline stops soon, and you’re fighting through the underbrush.
The sun is setting, lighting everything in an orange glow as the fog begins to set in the forest. You’re still running, well, running would be a stretch. Your breathing is heavy and your lungs burn with each inhale. How long has it been since you took off from the chapel? The wedding began at 6, and with the sun setting you believe it’s nearing 7.
How much distance can you put between you and them in an hour?
You turn, looking back, and see only trees and brush. Even when you try to focus your eyes, you can’t see the lights from town. You must be at least a few miles into the forest now. You take off again, more at a speed walk than a run. Your legs are sore and your heels feel blistered in the heels you chose for this day.
As you climb up another hill, you wonder what the fuck you’re doing. You could be off to your honeymoon now, two months traveling Europe and visiting castles and ruins. It would be warm in your rooms and only partly miserable, having to listen to Graham and suffering the consummation of the marriage. Not that you worried he’d be bad, but that you wouldn’t live up to what he's used to with that mistress of his.
Graham isn’t friendly to be around alone, either. The few times you were left unsupervised he reminded you of the position you were in. Your mother ran off years ago, apparently with a sailor; ruining your family’s reputation, despite the wealth your father holds. Marrying him would restore your name, and he’d be the one to inherit your fortune since you are the only child of your father.
He insulted you, a few times, but then smiled like he was saying something friendly. His kisses on your hand always lingered too long for your comfort. Something about him just made your skin crawl, honestly. The idea of spending the rest of your life with that man led you here to the woods.
As you reach the top of the hill, it plateaus and the trees become more sparse, well if you can call it sparse. Looking around, the fog has entirely settled at the base of the trees and brush, making it hard to see. You slow down to a walk, letting yourself catch your breath as you go. You stumble on your dress and the fallen branches, making you fall on your face. Luckily, you caught yourself before your face took the brunt of it, but your right cheek does hit the ground.
When you push yourself back up, you see a faint yellow glow across the way, through a few trees and bushes. You gather the skirts of your dress in your hands and make your way towards it, the chill in your body desperate for the hope of a fire. As you get close, you see the shadowy figure of a body, large and brooding.
The light seems to be coming from a lantern, so you give up hope of getting warm anytime soon. You take a few more steps until you see what’s happening. The figure is digging a hole in the ground, a body lying beside the mound of dirt. As you step back, a twig snaps, and the figure turns towards you.
You run again, getting a few feet away before you fall, your body hitting the ground with a thud. Unlike last time, you didn’t catch yourself. Your right ankle throbs and you worry you’ve broken it. As you turn to face away from the ground, the figure that was once yards away is now hovering over you. How did they get here so fast? It’s only been a few seconds.
It’s a man, an extremely handsome man. His eyes glow gold, and it confuses you but something about it calms your nerves, even though you know you should be running. Yet, you’re frozen in place.
He extends out his hand, and you see his nails are long, and sharpened to a point on the tips. “Are you in need of assistance, miss?”
You nod your head, unable to make a sound. However, you still can’t move. Even if you took his hand, with your ankle throbbing the way it is, you’re certain you can’t walk.
“Here, let me help you,” He leans down, and you notice something on his face. Is that blood or mud? In the light, you can’t tell.
He picks you up, holding you bridal-style against his chest. His scent enthralls you, rose with a hint of mahogany. You inhale, the scent putting you at ease and your eyes flutter shut for a moment.
This…, you think, this is what you’re supposed to feel on your wedding day.
You shake the thought from your mind, opening your eyes and observing the man carrying you. His blonde hair falls over his forehead, his skin creamy smooth and almost glowing in the faint moonlight.
“Who are you?” You find your voice.
“Atsumu,” he answers. “Atsumu Miya.”
You nod, looking forward and letting him carry you through the woods. You’re still well aware of the throbbing in your right ankle. “Where are you taking me?”
“I live close by. You can rest there and clean up.” He says, still not looking at you.
His eyes are focused on the forest ahead of him, and you wonder what close by means to him. It could be an hour if he considers that close. The sun has set now, and the only glow is from his eyes and the moon. He left the lantern back with the body…
The body! He was burring a body!
“Let me go!” You thrash against him and he holds you tighter, looking down at you with his eyebrows furrowed. “I said, let me go!” You yell this time.
When your eyes meet his, something washes over you again and you begin to relax, no longer feeling the urge to fight. But… but… he was burying someone. A body! What was he doing back there? Why are you not fighting anymore?
“Who was that back there? The body!” Even if you feel relaxed, you can still question him.
Atsumu looks down at you, his face unreadable but his eyes giving that same intense look that he’s had on his face the whole time.
“Nothing you should be concerned with.” He looks back ahead of you as he walks.
The forest begins to open up, a clearing forming ahead. As you get closer, the frame of a large house… well, if you can call it a house. It looks more like a castle. The gates around the home open as Atsumu approaches, creaking as they go. The fog seems to have vanished, hiding out at the edge of the forest.
Warm lights glow from inside the castle, and you wonder if running water is inside. In the last five years, running water has even been installed in the lower class homes, and with the amount of wealth, this castle shows… it must. A warm bath sounds so delightful now, you could almost beg for one.
As if he’s read your mind he speaks, “I’ll have a bath drawn for you once we're inside.”
You nod, looking up at him. He continues to look forward, but you see a vein bulging from his neck. Like something in him is straining. He seems to carry you just fine, so it can’t be you causing the strain.
As the castle doors open, your eyes dart around to look everywhere. The entrance is grand, decorated in the latest fashion with dark wood, red rugs, and warm light glowing from every corner of the room. The staircase has a gothic feel, leading forward and then splitting to go left and right to the opposite wings of the castle.
He carries you up the stairs that lead to the right wing of the castle, taking you down a long hall that curves as you go. A set of double doors open, as if he willed them to, and he sets you down on a forest green sofa. Your body relaxes into it, the soft cushions welcoming your sore bones.
Atsumu brings the room to life with light, the chandelier lighting overhead. You admire the crystal work before looking around the bedroom. It’s larger than your father’s master bedroom in your estate back home. You watch as Atsumu sheds his cloak, lying it across a chaise near the four-poster bed.
“Your bath should be ready, do you need assistance?” He asks, walking towards you and you shake your head.
“I believe I can take it from here. Thank you,” you dismiss him.
He doesn’t leave. He puts his hands behind him, stepping aside, so you can go through to what you assume is the bathing room. You stand, putting your weight on your left foot so you can try and make it to the bath. As you step on your right, you cry out in pain. You begin to fall, but strong arms catch you.
“Stop being difficult, just let me assist you.” He growls, clearly frustrated with you now.
He hooks his arms behind your body and lifts you again, taking you to the bathing room. There’s steam coming from the bathtub and your body aches for it. He sets you on a chair, his fingers moving to undo the buttons of your dress. You’re embarrassed, face heating more and more as his fingers lower on your back, exposing the corset beneath the bodice of the dress.
“If you just get the corset undone, I think I can take it from here,” your voice feels small and weak.
“I can help you to the tub,” he insists and you don’t feel like fighting.
After the day you’ve had, there isn’t much fight left in you.
You work on untangling the veil and pins from your hair as Atsumu unlaces the corset. His cold fingers brush your skin, and you begin to worry he’s freezing as well. Maybe you should let him bathe first… it is his home after all.
“You should bathe and warm up first,” you turn your head over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of him as he pulls the last bit of the corset sting out. Your hands go up to catch the dress so you’re not exposed to him.
“Don’t be foolish,” he shakes his head. “I’m fine.”
“If you insist,” you give in, the warmth of the water sounding too good to fight him on. “Will you turn away?”
He turns away, not looking as you slip out of the wedding dress, shoes, and undergarments. You’re able to wobble to the tub, holding onto its side as you step in and settle down into the hot water. The sigh you let out is necessary, and you sink into the water to your collarbones.
“I think I can handle bathing myself for now,” you tell him and he nods.
You watch as he leaves, taking in his looming figure. Letting yourself sink under the water, covering your entire body in warmth, you take in today's events. The town must be gossiping about how you’re just like your mother. Running off and ruining your reputation even further.
Your father, your poor father. He must be a wreck missing you. Will he send people to search for you?
The part of the woods you ran into is rarely foraged or hunted. The more you think about it, the more you begin to remember the old fairytales your friends would tell you about this forest. Stories of missing children, vampires, werewolves, and even fairies floating around the woods. Maybe you’ve stumbled into one of those legends that the town’s kids will tell others. The runaway bride and the handsome spooky suitor.
You come up for air, laughing as you think about it all.
“Oh dear,” you sigh to yourself, and then you feel the presence of someone else in the room. You sit up, pulling your knees to your chest, too fast. Your ankle shoots like pins and needles, making you cry out.
Atsumu is kneeling by the tub instantly, and you try to conserve some modesty as he examines you in the tub. Your hands cover your cleavage, hoping your knees suffice for the remainder of your breasts, even with your ankle threatening to give out.
“What is it? Is it your ankle?” He asks, eyes soft and focused on your face.
You nod. “I think it’s broken.” You tell him, letting yourself stretch it out as you cover your breast with your hand.
“May I?” He asks, his hand gesturing to your ankle.
You nod.
“Let’s see,” he dips his hand into the water, and you lay back, making it easier for him to lift your leg out of the water.
His hands are cold on your skin, and you wonder how he deals with being this cool all the time. He feels around your ankle, and you notice it's slightly swollen. Your heels look torn up from the heels you wore, and you notice some of the water dripping from your heel is red.
“Please be gentle,” you squeak, worried you’ll pester him.
“I assure you,” he tells you smiling at you before his fingers begin to lightly feel out around your ankle. “I believe it’s just a sprain. No signs of a break.” He sets your foot gently back down into the tub. “Just some rest, ice, and a wrap will take care of it. I’ll see to your care while you’re here.”
“What makes you think I’m staying here?” You shoot back, suddenly irritated.
His eyes lock on yours, and that strange calmness settles over you again. Finally, you realize what that look in his eye is, it’s a hunger you’ve never seen. His whole body is tense, really, and you swear he swallows every time his eyes go to your throat. You swallow now, keeping your eyes on him and sitting back up in the tub, struggling to keep yourself covered.
“C-can I have some of that soap?” You ask, looking at the rack behind him, loaded with different soaps and salts. “And a washrag?”
He nods, turning his torso to grab a bar of lavender-colored soap and a rag from the shelf behind him. You realize as he holds it out, you have to uncover your breasts. Your heart pounds against your chest, your cheeks heat up, and your breath quickens. Some part of you wants him to look, wondering what he will say or do; but the years of your Governess teaching you that your body is only for your husband.
But what does that matter now? You ran away from your fiance. You can’t go back nor do you want to. You move your hands from your breasts, taking the soap and rag from him, lathering it after dipping it in the water.
“You have some cuts on your face, probably from the briars in the forest.” He says, not looking below your collarbone. “Would you allow me to treat them?”
You nod and scrub the mud from your ankles and the dirt on your hands. Once you get to your heels, you realize the blisters have busted and could easily become infected.
“You might need to treat my heels when you treat my ankle,” you say sheepishly.
“Anything you need,” he tells you, gathering supplies at the medicine cabinet across the bathroom.
You’re able to scrub yourself clean, even reaching out of the tub to grab a bottle of shampoo to scrub through your hair. You’re embarrassed by the amount of leaves you found. By the time Atsumu has returned to your side, you feel refreshed.
“This may sting,” he tells you, before taking the white cloth and patting it gently to your forehead.
He’s right it does sting. There must be half a dozen cuts on your face, you realize as he continues to clean the wounds. You didn’t notice it as you were running but with all the falling you did, it shouldn’t come as a surprise.
“So, will you tell me what you were running from?” He asks finally, a few moments after cleaning the cut. He drops the cloth into the small bowl where he had the cleaning solution and puts it on the shelf behind him.
He rests his elbows on the edge of the tub, cupping his face in his hands. When you look at him you can’t help but think how pretty he looks like this.
“It’s a long story,” you say, sounding exasperated.
“Trust me, I have all the time in the world.” He laughs like it’s an inside joke with himself.
“I want to dry off before I give you the gossip of my tragic life.” You laugh, smiling at him. “Can I have a robe?”
“Of course,” he leaves the bathroom, coming back with a red robe, holding it out for you.
You stand, holding your weight on your left side and trying to balance and step out of the tub. As you step out, your foot catches on the tub and you begin to fall. Atsumu catches you, your wet naked body pressed against his.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes. It’'s embarrassing how many times you’ve fallen today, let alone the times he’s had to catch you.
He swallows slowly, and you watch as his features change, his eyes darkening and jaw tensing. His arms tighten around you, pressing your breasts against him tighter. His face moves towards you, and your eyes go wide.
His lips taste like iron but with a hint of sweetness. Your eyes flutter shut, and your lips move against his. You’ve never kissed anyone before, and now you see what all the girls giggle about behind their fans. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip and you part yours, letting him in. His fingertips dig into your skin. You grip his shoulders, steadying yourself on him. You break away first, gasping for air, unable to sustain yourself just on him.
His eyes look even darker than before. He looks at you with that same hunger as earlier, and you feel something stir inside you that you’ve never felt before. What is this feeling? It’s like hunger but stronger and in your chest. Your heart is pounding so fast you worry it may explode.
Is this desire?
Atsumu clears his throat, “Let’s get those feet of yours treated.” He lifts you once more, carrying your wet body to the bedroom and laying you gently on the bed. “Stay here.”
Like you’re equipped to run away from him after all this…
He disappears down the hall for a few minutes, so you take your time examining the room around you. You had time before, but your mind was so foggy you wondered if there was anything you missed. Looking around, you see there are no mirrors in this room. That’s odd.
“I found some bandages. They should help keep infection away,” Atsumu tells you as he walks into the bedroom. “Also, the cleansing solution will help. I’ll clean and change your wounds daily until they’re healed.”
He sits on the bottom of the bed, taking your legs in his lap.
“It may help if you lay on your stomach.” He smiles, looking at you. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” you roll around, laying on your stomach and propping yourself up with your elbows.
You try to look over your shoulder, but the angle Atsumu sits at while cleaning and bandaging your heels and wrapping your right ankle so it doesn’t strain anymore. Once he’s done, you sit up, dangling your feet off the bed.
“Can I get that robe now?” You ask, a laugh passing your lips.
“Oh,” Atsumu blushes, and you smile. “Let me get that,” he goes to the bathroom, likely where he dropped it on the floor before catching you. “However, if I give you this robe…” he dangles it in front of you, just out of reach, “you have to tell me what happened to you.”
You nod and he hands you the robe. You manage to stand just fine, slipping it on and tying it around you. With the wrap on your ankle, you find the throbbing has stopped and it’s fine to put some weight on it. Sitting back down, you let out a sigh.
“So, I was supposed to get married today.” You tell him and he laughs. “What’s so funny?”
“I find you in a wedding dress, clearly distraught, and that’s not obvious?” He sits down on the bed with you, crossing his legs and resting his arms on them. His hands fold into each other and his focus seems entirely on you.
“Well,” you laugh, “you’re right.” Then, you get into the nitty-gritty.
The engagement and how it came about due to your family reputation. Then the ex whore who sat front row at your wedding. Then the decision to run because of Graham and his terrible personality. All of it comes flooding out, and you don’t know when but at one point you start crying.
“And my poor father,” you sob, “he must be so confused and worried and cross with me.”
Atsumu flexes his hand like he wants to reach out to you, but something makes him stop. You look down at your own hands, in your lap, nails biting into the skin. Sometime during the retelling of your miserable day and engagement, you began squeezing them into fists.
“I’m sure he would understand if you told him all this,” Atsumu says, his voice soft. “I can arrange for someone to take you back in the morning if you’re worried about him.”
That’s the last thing you want.
“Or not, it’s up to you.” He relents, probably reading the look on your face. “You can stay with me as long as you want.” He laughs, gesturing with his hand around the room. “I clearly have more than enough room.”
“I don’t know how to thank you, truly.” You wrap your arms around your body, a chill running through you. “I’m in your debt.”
Atsumu leans forward, and you wonder if he’s going to kiss you again. “You don’t have to thank me,” he touches your face softly, his skin still cold against yours.
You yawn and realize you need to rest, seriously rest… perhaps for a week. “Where am I sleeping tonight?”
His hand drops from your face and you swear you see a flash of disappointment on his face. “I have a room down the hall for you. I started a fire in there when you were bathing, so it should be warm by now.”
“Th-”
“You don’t need to thank me.” He interrupts, standing and holding his arm out for you to take. “Let's see if you can handle walking that far.”
You hook your arm with his, knowing you’ll need him to support your right side. He walks slowly, staying at your pace as you limp down the hall to the room he points out. It’s only a few yards away from his bedroom. The fire is roaring in the fireplace, illuminating and warming the room. He helps you onto the four-poster bed, covering you in the thick blankets.
“If you need anything, just call for me. I’ll leave the door open so I can hear you.” Atsumu smiles, his face warm and full of something you’re unsure of.
Quite frankly, you’re unsure of a lot today.
You thank him several more times, and he accepts them all with grace. He leaves the room after some time and you’re left staring up at the ceiling, wondering what tomorrow will bring. After the chaos of today, you’re sure it can’t be any worse.
–
You awake and it’s not quite dawn out. Your ankle no longer feels like it’s throbbing, so you swing your legs off the bed and stand, unbalanced at first but after a few steps you’re fine to walk on your own. You grab a chamberstick and light it with the matches you find in a drawer near the fireplace.
The hallway is dark, as you expected, but not too chilly. You walk down the long hallway until you come to the top of the stairs where Atsumu carried you in. You go past them to the other wing of the castle, which is much darker. No rooms have any glow coming from them and you wonder why. At the end of the hall, two grand doors are open and a faint fire is illuminating it.
You hold out your candle, lighting the entrance, and realize it’s a library. Fumbling around you find the switch to turn on the lights, illuminating the room. The walls are lined with hundreds, no… thousands of books. The western part of the room goes back deeper than you could have imagined, with lines and lines of shelves holding books of all shapes and colors.
The room is daunting, to say the least.
There are several tables spread out, mostly clean with a book or two, but a desk catches your eye. Against the far wall in front of a row of windows, a long mahogany desk sits with stacks of books and several opened and tabbed in multiple places from what you can see. You approach the desk, interested to find out what Atsumu has deemed so interesting himself.
The largest book is about 800 pages thick you’d guess, if not longer. It looks old, the ends of the pages frayed and yellowing. Looking at its contents you see there’s a language you can’t quite read, old English or German you presume by the looks of it. After carefully marking the page with a blank sheet of paper, you flip to another bookmark.
This page is in English, listing names and dates of birth and death. You scan the names, none you recognize of course. The name Lestar is similar to your mother’s family name, Lesair. However, something is strange about the dates… they’re too far apart. Many of them say they’re well into their third century of life before they die, some more than that. This can’t be right. Is this a fictional novel with a family tree given for context?
You turn the page, showing a family tree with portraits of each of the names. They’re all eerily beautiful, the men and women. This family was surely blessed. The family tree continues into the next few pages until it abruptly stops in the late 1790s. A small asterisk with a note reading:
Lost to history is the remainder of the bloodline that carried the sun's blessing.
What could that mean?
You shake your head, too tired to try and play games with a book. You flip back to the page it was left open on, placing the blank sheet of paper back in its stack. Turning your attention to the book to its right you see it has a family name on its spine, the same family name as the characters in the book you were flipping through.
Opening the page, it looks to be biographies of each character. What dedication must an author have to write that out for each character in their stories? It’s something you can’t imagine plotting out, but you admire it. Placing it back down, you look to the left. Another stack of books, the one on top opened to the middle of the book.
You sit on the chair, take the book, and mark the page with that same blank paper, turning to the first page.
It is not known when we first awoke, but what is known is that we are not some fairytale come to life. The reign of Vampires ended in the early 1300s, but we still persist and exist in the far corners of the world. Tucked away we may be, the bloodlines of those still around are strong.
You laugh. Atsumu is into Vampire lore?
The page continues to give a brief history of vampire beginnings and how their bloodlines decreased as centuries passed. None of this was allowed in your schools or at home with your family. Anything that mentioned the unholy was strictly burned or taken by the church.
After a few chapters, you place the book back, making a mental note to remember you’re at chapter 4 if you decide to come back to it. After you’re certain you’ve left everything exactly how you found it, you leave the library, turning the lights off as you go.
The candle lights your way back down the hall and down the steps, following the trail of light to the right wing of the castle once again, this time just on the lower level. You pass what looks to be a kitchen, and then you enter a dark room that gives you chills as you step inside. With no light switch, you struggle down a few stone steps further into what reminds you of a dungeon or jail.
“Water, please,” a hoarse voice chokes out and you jump back, managing to not scream.
You shakily turn your candle towards the voice, finding a frail man in a jail cell, his arm reaching out towards you. The scene is horrific. He looks to be your age, but something about him seems older. Perhaps being jailed will do that to a person.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have water.” You tell him, kneeling down in front of him.
His jail cell is disgusting; it takes everything in you not to gag as the smell lingers.
“The key, it’s back on the wall by the door. Please let me out.”
A chill washes over your body. Suddenly, you remember that Atsumu was burying a body when you ran into him. Now, you're finding he has someone captured in this cell. Who is he and why is he doing these things?
“Why are you here? Why did Atsumu do this?” You ask, a flood of different emotions racing through you.
“He’s psychotic,” the man hisses, rage seeping through his tone. “Please, madam, I’m begging you to set me free. Hurry before he finds out you’re here.”
You stand up, going to search for the key. Maybe this man will help lead you back to town to your father. Then perhaps your father will take you back in and help you fix the life you’ve screwed up. After finding the key, you unlock the jail cell.
“Can you help me find-” before you finish your sentence, the man has pushed you to the ground.
The candle you were holding falls to the side, illuminating only his face. His eyes are glowing red and wild. You scream, but the man covers your mouth with his hand.
“Stupid girl, I’m surprised Atsumu hasn’t already taken a bite out of you.” As he talks you notice his canines are strangely long and pointed.
Your eyes widen and you realize that this isn’t a normal man. His strength, despite looking frail, is abnormal. His eyes, his teeth, his strength… he can’t be.
Vampires aren’t real.
They’re not real.
They’re not.
“Get. Off. Her.” The sound of Atsumu’s voice burns your ears.
The man looks up from you and his eyes narrow as he hisses Atsumu’s name. He jumps off of you and towards the sound of Atsumu’s voice. You scurry to the corner towards the candle, grabbing it and holding it towards the sound of fighting.
As the light illuminates the two male figures, you see Atsumu snap the man’s neck. The body falls to the ground while the head remains in Atsumu’s hands. He drops the head when he sees you looking at him, horror clear on your face.
“-----,” your name rings off his lips.
“No!” You scoot back further into the corner, your back hitting the wall. “Don’t come near me!”
He doesn’t listen.
“Please, let me explain.” Atsumu is in front of you, kneeling in front of you and holding his hand out to you. “I’m begging you to hear me out.”
You don’t feel inclined to grab his hand this time, the feeling of urgency still racing through your body. When Atsumu had scared you, you almost felt compelled to relax and not think about what you’d witnessed. Now, everything feels clear.
“I want to know what is going on now!” You yell at him and smack his hand away from you. “How did you rip that man's head off? Why did you have him in that jail cell?”
Atsumu stands, turning away from you and walking a few steps away. “If you come with me, I’ll answer any questions you have.”
You watch as he goes, stepping over the body by the door and down the hall. After a few shaky breaths, you stand up and walk to the door leading to the hallway. You have to step over the body of the man and around the severed head. When you get in the hallway, you see Atsumu going further down into the foyer of the house.
Following him, he takes you down the only hall you haven’t explored. The room he walks into appears to be a large kitchen from the hall. You take a few moments to collect your thoughts before walking in. When you enter the room, a wave of warmth hits you from the brick oven on the wall. It seems to have been firing all night.
“Do you like tea?” He asks and you nod.
“With honey.” You sit at the counter where a long bench is under the overhang.
After a few minutes, he sets a white teacup with dark tea steeping in the cup. You let it sit for a few more, Atsumu pacing to your left by shelves full of different herbs and teas from what you can tell.
“Are you going to answer my questions?” You finally ask after taking a sip of your tea.
“That man you saw me kill, was a despicable being. He’d killed at least a dozen girls in London in ways you could not begin to fathom.” Atsumu turns to you, his eyes dark. “I was planning on letting him starve to death down there and you ruined it.”
“What was he? His eyes were glowing red and his strength was… inhuman.” You tell him. “His teeth were sharp like a…” you don’t finish the sentence.
“Say it.”
“No.”
“Say it, —--.”
“A vampire.”
He nods and your world feels like it’s been turned upside down.
“It’s okay, you’re safe.” He assures you but you smack his hand away again.
“Don’t touch me.” You tell him, reeling away from his touch.
“I’m sorry.” He steps back, his face falling.
“So those books in your library… they’re not fiction.” He nods. “What are you?”
“You know.” He says, turning away and looking out the window into the dark sky towards the moon.
“Fuck,” for the first time in your life, you feel like you’re never going to come back from this.
Even after running away from your wedding. That could have been solved, fixed even. This? Will Atsumu even allow you to leave now that you know what he is? It’s terrifying to think you grew up not far from this immortal being, lurking in the woods you played in as a child with friends.
However, when you think about it, no one ever went missing in the village. No one was ever found suspiciously dead.
“I know what you’re thinking.” He says and you narrow your eyes.
“Can you read my mind too?”
“What?” His face contours in confusion. “I can’t read minds and what do you mean by too?”
You sigh in relief and lean forward, elbows on the counter. “You have some sort of relaxation power, don’t you? It’s the only reason I didn't freak out after I saw you burying that body… I wanted to run away and scream but I felt compelled to trust you and calm down. That’s not natural. I shouldn’t have conveniently forgotten about the body until now either.”
Atsumu sits across from you, his eyes watching you. Those golden brown eyes are mesmerizing in every way and something about the golden hue is also unnatural. Everything about him is, you suppose. After all, he isn’t a creature of God’s making but perhaps the devil.
“I do have the power to compel people to my will, that is what you’ve felt.” He admits, his posture stiffening. “I’m sorry for using it on you, but I couldn’t have you running off in that panicked state blabbering about what you saw in the woods. The best case scenario is the town comes looking for me, the worst case is you end up in an asylum. I was burying the body of another vampire who I’d imprisoned for similar crimes to the man who attacked you earlier. I don’t harm humans when I can help it.”
“When you can help it?”
“I do have to feed,” he tells you, “but I try not to kill or turn them when I do it.”
You nod, taking another sip of your tea. “Are you planning on doing that to me?”
He grins, actually grins, then says, “Only if you want me to.”
Something in your stomach flutters and you’re scared of this side of yourself. Why do you have the inclination to let him?
“Something wrong?” He asks, that same grin on his stupid face. “Did that intrigue you?”
You shake your head no.
“Liar.” He stands up, taking your empty tea cup and placing it in the sink. “It can be pleasurable,” he says, running water over the cup. “Some people volunteer for the satisfaction of it all.”
Your face burns now, looking down at the counter and your hands turning into fists. Why would he be flirting with you after all of this? You move your hands to your lap, relaxing them and rubbing your thighs through your nightgown. Atsumu turns the water off and you look up as he dries the teacup with a towel, placing it back on the shelf it came from.
“I have a proposal.” He says, turning back to face you. You tilt your head in curiosity. “We no longer lie to one another. Even if it’s hard, we tell the truth. I suppose you don’t want to go back home after running away and I clearly would rather you stay here and keep my secret.”
You nod. “I agree to the terms, but I still have questions.”
“I would assume you have many. It would be strange if you didn’t.”
“What were you studying in the library? I read some pages from a few of the books, thinking they were fictional and now I’m more confused than ever.”
“Come with me. I’ll show you.” He offers his hand, and you hesitate. “Honesty, we promised.”
“I didn’t promise, I agreed to the terms.” You correct him, placing your hand in his.
He leads you out of the kitchen and down the hall further. “There are steps on either end of the halls as well, just so you know. That way you’re not running back and forth to get to the main staircase.” He leads you up a less ornate staircase, leading right into the dark library. Atsumu releases your hand and steps away, the lights illuminating the room a few moments later.
You walk over to his desk by the windows, noticing the drapes are not shut. Why did they close? Ah, it will be morning soon. Opening the largest book on the center of the desk you flip to the page with the asterisk you remember.
Lost to history is the remainder of the bloodline that carried the sun's blessing.
You read the line aloud, looking at Atsumu. “What does this mean? Who are these people?”
Atsumu lounges in his desk chair before answering. “The sun’s blessing means that these vampires were able to be out in the sun, living more normal lives than most of us. It’s unknown why they had the ability to withstand the star’s light, but they could.”
“They live among us?”
“They did before they went missing. One morning they were in their familial homes, and the next vanished as if into thin air.” He sighs. “I want to know what happened to them. It doesn’t make sense for them to uproot their lives without reason. They were a secretive clan amongst us, but there are theories.”
He gets up, as if excited, walking quickly to a shelf across the room. He takes a few moments, scanning the spines of books before grabbing an emerald green book and bringing it to the desk. When you see it, it also has several tabs on it.
“You see, there are stories of other vampires inheriting this ability as if the family gifted it to them. There’s no record of how it happens, but there has to be a way.” He turns to a page about a third of the way into the book, full of notes in the margins. “Here this author theorizes it was from something they ingested, but we can’t stomach the food humans eat, so it could have been an herb of some sort in a tea.”
“You can drink tea?” You ask, taken aback.
“Of course,” he laughs. “It’s why I keep so many.” He opens to another page. He smiles as he reads some of the lines and you lean on his desk. “Here the author suggests that they blood let and shared it with the vampires who inherited the gift.”
“Did they ingest it?” You ask and Atsumu shrugs.
“It’s against our laws to feed from another vampire, so I wouldn’t think so. But, that is a possibility. They could have injected it into themselves, but even that seems too close to feeding.” Atsumu closes the book and takes it back to the shelf it came from.
“Why are you so obsessed with them?” You ask, looking at the portraits and names once more.
Charlotta Lestar died in 1767, 343 years after her birth by your calculations. Her child, a son named James, seems to still be living. There’s no death date for him and a few others, but that could just be unknown since they all disappeared. You flip to the next page and it begins to give the family history, starting with the first recorded Lestar family member.
“Did you know any of them?” You ask when he doesn’t answer your last question.
He nods and sits back in his chair. “Our families were friends. I knew Charlotta’s children well.”
“How old are you?” You ask, partly scared to hear the answer.
“213, respectfully. You?”
“24,” you answer, feeling ashamed. All of your friends had married by 20 and you were here, still unwed and slowly turning into an old maid.
“A drop in time to me,” he smiles, taking your hand and squeezing it.
“You never told me why you were looking into the family,” you remind him.
He sighs, then rolls up the long sleeves of his shirt. Starting at his wrists and all the way up to his elbows, you notice small white patches, almost like scars. “I’ve been testing my methods with the sun. When I was a child I tried to follow James out one morning and nearly died. I have these marks all over my body.” He looks up to you and there’s something like desperation in his eyes.
“My work would be so much easier if I could go out during the day. Having to hunt and feed at night makes things harder. I can research during the day just fine, but being confined to this home drives me mad.” He continues.
“Being trapped at home is something of a nightmare,” you agree. “Can I help? I love reading and maybe some fresh eyes on the material would help you.”
“You’d want to do that?” He asks and you nod. He smiles and jumps up from his chair again. “You need to start with the histories, first. I know it’s here somewhere,” he scans a shelf by his desk. “Ah, yes, here it is.” The book he hands you looks to be recently rebounded. The pages are much older than the bindings.
“I’ll read it today.” You open the cover and look at the author, noting the name Osamu Miya, relation of Atsumu’s perhaps. “Do you rest during the day?”
“I don’t need sleep like humans.” He tells you. “I do rest, but it’s mostly to keep from having to feed too often I usually spend my days in here. The human staff I have take care of the house during the day and believe me to be one of you. I beg of you not to make them think otherwise.”
“My lips are sealed.”
Atsumu nods quickly with a smile, “Thank you. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a friend.”
–
The next few weeks are full of studying, time passing quickly. Atsumu has his staff fill the kitchen with food and your dressing room with clothing. All your needs are met, but something else is pulling at you. The days you spend reading in the library with Atsumu become your reason for waking up.
You rarely think about Graham or your father. Whatever they have been doing seems to not concern you, since no one has come knocking at the castle doors. Perhaps they’ve forgotten about you, something that stings but isn’t all that bad. You hope they’ve found happiness in the way you have.
Atsumu even begins to let you in on what he does during the nights when he disappears from the castle. He’s been charged with capturing vampires who are gluttonous or vile in their killings. There are no laws about killing within their society, but they don’t like to draw attention to themselves. Atsumu handles the situations where some are. However, he stops keeping prisoners in his home.
He educates you on the histories of vampires, the different covens, clans, and even families within them. After a month you are pretty sure you’re a walking history book, but you’ve learned nothing about the Lestar family. One afternoon, you decide to ask about them.
“When will I begin helping you with the Lestar family?” You ask, putting the last book you finished on the shelf.
Atsumu looks up from his writing, his hair disheveled. “Do you feel like you know enough about my kind to begin?”
You sit across from him at the table he’s been at since last night. “I believe I am. Quiz me!”
“Question one, what do we eat?” he grins as he asks.
“Shut up, ask me something serious.” You laugh, your foot rubbing against his leg as you swing your feet under the table.
He grins at you and you pull away, mouthing a sorry to him. It’s not like you haven’t touched Atsumu before, after all, the kiss you shared was the most intimate thing you’ve experienced in your short life.
“Where should I start now?” You ask, eager to read about the family of vampires who lived among humans and walked in the sun.
“Any of the books I have on them are just fine places to start. However, if you want theories, you can read this one here,” he slides the same emerald green book from that first night in the library. “My brother wrote this, actually.”
You open the cover and see a familiar name, “Osamu Miya?” Atsumu nods. “I guess it seems you’re not the only one obsessed.”
“We all grew up together, it’s not that surprising, is it?” He laughs, resting his head on his hand. “Osamu is just better at writing than me. I send him everything I come up with and he does the same.”
“I’d like to meet him one day,” you decide.
“We’ll see about that.” He goes back to reading his book and you begin yours.
The theories his brother presents on the family are numerous, but nothing is conclusive. Everything about the family was kept so secretive that even family friends had no idea how they were able to be in the sun without being killed. The trait was passed down to family members by birth, no matter which parent had the trait.
The only vampires granted the power were those who married into the family, and most of them seemed to be random. The reasoning behind the partnerships isn’t love, power, or money. Whatever their deciding factor was, is still as unclear as the transformation itself.
By the time you’re through the book, it’s evening. You yawn and your stomach growls. Despite the snacks the staff brought you throughout the day, you’re starving.
“Would it be weird if you joined me for dinner? I know you can’t eat, but it gets lonely in the dining room.” It feels awkward asking, but after a month of silent dinners, you’re not sure you can stand another.
“I’d love to join you. I’ll have tea while you eat.” He smiles, standing from his chair. His clothes are as disheveled as his hair. “If you’ve been lonely, why didn’t you ask me sooner?”
You shrug, “I didn’t want to bother you more than I already have.”
Atsumu halts walking, stopping atop the stairs. “You’ve never been a bother to me,” he takes your hand. “I’ve been delighted to have you in my home.”
Your face heats up and you bite your bottom lip to keep the smile from growing too wide. “I’ve had a better time with you than I’ve had in the last ten years of my life.”
Atsumu steps closer to you, his hand caressing your cheek. You look up at him, lips slightly parted, but you’re unable to speak.
“I hope you know what you mean to me.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and your stomach flutters.
You grab his waist, pulling his body closer to yours. “Atsumu,” you whine.
“What is it?” He asks, his lips grazing your forehead. You whine again. “You have to tell me what you want.”
“Kiss me,” you say after a few moments.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he kisses you quickly, his lips moving against yours with a hunger you’ve never experienced.
His lips taste sweet now, but the tinge of iron is still there. You wonder when the last time he fed was, a pang of jealousy washing through you. Your fingers grip him tightly, your body flush with his. His tongue teases your lips and you part your mouth, letting him in.
He pulls away, resting his forehead on yours, eyes on your lips. “I want to show you so many things,” he whispers. “Will you let me?”
You nod.
“I want you to say it.”
“Please, show me everything.”
Atsumu grins, picking you up in his arms, your gown riding up around your thighs as you hook your legs around him. You kiss him again, biting his bottom lip and making him growl. Before you know it, he’s slamming his bedroom door shut and dropping you down on his bed.
“What do you want me to do?” He asks, crawling on the bed on top of you.
“Touch me,” you breathe out.
“Have you ever?”
You shake your head no and something flashes in his eyes.
He leans down, kissing you and sliding your dress up your thighs. “You can tell me to stop whenever you want,” he whispers, kissing down your throat.
Your heart races, knowing how easily he could drain you of your blood now is something you never expected to worry about. Each nip of his teeth at your skin reminds you of it. You begin to feel too hot, desperate for him to rip this godforsaken gown off of you.
“Get this dress off of me,” you beg, writhing under Atsumu.
He sits up, his eyes wild. He pulls you up into a sitting position before flipping you onto your stomach to undo the many buttons down your back. You feel the cooler air hit your skin and whimper as Atsumu’s fingers drag down your skin. Undressing in this gown isn’t easy but his hands on you is worth it.
By the time you’re left in the slip you wore under the dress, you’re desperate to feel his kisses again. He smiles at you, standing by the bed and looking you up and down. Your cheeks heat and you want to cover yourself, but remember the first night you met him he saw every part of you anyway.
His hands grip your thighs, pulling you down to the edge of the bed. He kneels in front of the bed, licking his lips once before kissing your inner thigh. You gasp at the sensation, chills running up your spine and curling your toes. You sit up on your elbows, watching him kiss up your right thigh, pushing the slip up over your waist.
He looks at you as if he’s looking for permission and you nod.
The first touch of his tongue on your cunt is overwhelming. His tongue continues to move on you, his hands gripping your thighs while he laps at you. You moan, unable to keep any form of composure. Your fingers dig into the sheets as his tongue teases your clit. You fall back, unable to watch any longer, wanting to focus solely on the feeling.
He stops for a moment and your eyes flutter open, seeing him suck on his own middle finger. He grins as he sees you watching him. He slowly teases your entrance with the finger, leaning back down to suck on your clit. You close your eyes again, whimpering and bucking your hips. As his finger presses into you, you still, take in the sensation. Your mouth falls open and you breathe out.
“Shh,” Atsumu hushes you as you begin to whimper. “It’ll start feeling good and not foreign, I swear.”
He slowly pumps his finger out of you and back in, curling it inside you as he goes. He was so right, oh so right. You moan, the feeling sending shockwaves through you. When you open your eyes, Atsumu is hovering over you, his finger still pumping inside you.
“See,” he grins, “feels good, right?”
You nod between moans and reach for Atsumu above you. He leans down, kissing your lips and teasing you with his tongue. He tastes like you, his lips coated with your arousal.
“Do you want more?” He asks and you nod. “When will you learn to use your words?”
“More, please,” you whine, looking up expecting to see his brown eyes but they’ve been replaced with the glowing gold you’ve only seen when he’s been hungry.
Your stomach flips and the fear you feel is nothing compared to the pleasure of his second finger pumping into you with the first. He stretches you, his fingers working in tandem to bring you feelings you can’t explain, leaving you breathless. Something in your stomach snaps and you feel yourself coming to an end, ready to let go.
“Cum for me,” he whispers against your ear, his breath tickling you.
As you climax, you grip onto Atsumu, holding his hand on your right and his arm on your left. It’s unlike any pleasure release you’ve ever had. What you used to do desperately at night at home with your fingers is nothing compared to this. He chuckles as you come down, looking at him with glossy eyes. He kisses your forehead, praising you with quiet words and pulling his fingers out of you.
“Lay back,” you demand, sitting up and pushing against his pillows.
He looks pleasantly surprised, your abruptness is not something he was expecting. He lays down against the pillows, spreading his arms and parting his legs enough for you to crawl between them. You smile at him before pushing them back together and sitting on his lap, your cunt sensitive against his trousers.
His arms wrap around you and you kiss him, holding his face between your hands. “I want to learn to please you too,” you tell him.
He smiles, biting his bottom lip before speaking. “What do you think you should do?”
You take in a shaky breath, remembering some erotic scenes from some books stashed in the back of his library that you snuck into your room. “I think I know,” you admit, “but I want you to tell me what you need.”
“You. You’re all I need.”
The feeling pangs at your heart but you refuse to give in to it and name it.
You kiss him feverishly before unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his neck, and working your way down his body. He was right, he’s covered in these white splotches. They scar most of his skin, all the way down to his waist. Settling between his legs, you unbutton the three buttons on his pants, noticing the tenting as you go.
He holds his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches you, his chest noticeably moving as he breathes. He lifts his hips and you shimmy the pants down over his waist and off his legs, tossing them on the floor to your right. His underwear is tight, the bulge prominent now.
“Why do you look so nervous?” He teases, so you stick your tongue out at him. “I bet that would feel nice on my cock,” he tells you, leaning forward and grabbing your face. “Don’t you want a taste?”
You nod, kissing him again before pushing his chest back so he lays back against the pillows once more. He tenses as you feel his cock through his underwear. He closes his eyes and titls his head back, enjoying your touch.
Reaching up with your other hand, pulling at the waistband and pulling them down over his hips. Reading about something for the first time is nothing like seeing it for the first time. Everything about Atsumu is infuriatingly beautiful, and his cock is no exception. You take it in your hand and timidly stroke it once.
“Fuck,” Atsumu moans, his eyes still closed and head tilted back.
You smile at his response and lean down, taking the head of his cock in your mouth. He moans louder as your tongue swirls around the tip.
“Just like that,” he whimpers. “Use your hand like this,” he opens his eyes and places his hand over yours; showing you what to do.
Your hand gets wet from your spit dribbling down from where your lips meet his cock, making it easier to stroke him. He lets go of your hand and you’re able to learn on your own now. Every sound Atsumu makes encourages you further. Soon enough you’re able to take more than half his length in your mouth without worrying you’re going to hurt him by doing something wrong.
He thrusts up into your mouth, forcing you to take him all in and you choke, pulling away and coughing.
“I’m so sorry, I just lost control,” he sits up cupping your cheeks.
He kisses your lips, pulling away and a trail of drool follows, still connecting your lips. You grin and break it with your finger.
“You don’t have to be sorry, I’m okay. You can’t break me.”
He chuckles, “If only that were true, darling.”
You giggle, kissing him again and climbing on top of him, straddling his thighs. He grabs your hips, pulling you further up his body, pushing your hips down so your cunt grinds against his cock. You whimper against his lips, feeling his length against you. The tip of his cock prods at your entrance and you break away from the kiss.
“Do you want to stop?” He asks looking up at you.
“No, God no.” You shake your head. “I-” you stutter, stopping yourself.
He sits up closer to you, your bodies flush with each other. “You can tell me,” he says.
“I want you.”
His eyes flash with something you can’t read, disappointment maybe? No, it couldn’t be that, could it? You’re saying exactly what he wants to hear even if it's not what you thought originally. He couldn’t know that, though.
“It’s going to hurt at first,” he warns you and you nod. “Go at your own pace,” he kisses your cheek, laying back and letting you take control.
You sink down on him about an inch, letting yourself get used to the stretch. His cock feels so much bigger in your cunt than when it was in your mouth. You bite down hard on your lip, holding in the sounds of discomfort as you sink further down on him.
“Don’t do that you’ll bleed,” Atsumu’s thumb pulls your lip from your teeth.
“I’m sorry,” you whimper and sink as far down as you can, sitting in Atsumu’s lap and taking him in entirely.
“Don’t ever,” he rasps, “apologize while taking my cock in you like that.”
His hands move to your hips, his fingers digging into your ass. You use your knees to rise up again, feeling his cock drag against the walls inside of you. It doesn’t feel as good as his fingers, the pain overwhelming you.
“It’s okay,” he hushes your cries. “Go at your pace.”
You try again, sinking down, rising up, and sinking down again. You’re used to the feeling now and even begin to feel good as his cock reaches further inside of you than his fingers. You let out a moan the fifth time you came down on him, finally feeling what you felt before.
“There you go,” he encourages you, using his hands to help you ride him.
He pulls you down by your face, kissing you and beginning to thrust up into you slowly. Your thighs shake but you hold onto Atsumu’s shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. That familiar feeling from before creeps up on you, and you whimper, clenching around him.
He flips you onto your back, pulling out of you and smiling at you wildly. “You can’t cum yet.”
You nod, sitting up and kissing him and pulling him down with you, desperate to have him in you again. He pulls away and grins.
“Are you greedy already? I told you I wanted to show you many things.” He teases, his fingers playing with your clit.
You gasp, “We have other nights for that. I need you now.”
He laughs, moving closer to you and spreading your legs wider. He pushes into you, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. The sounds that leave your mouth ring in your ears, but you try focusing on Atsumu’s cues. His eyes focus on you when you open yours, and that feeling in your stomach builds back up.
“Tsumu,” you whine, slurring his name.
“That’s music to my ears,” he moans. “Need to cum darling?”
You nod. “Wanna cum.”
“Cum with me,” he whispers against your lips and you do.
It feels like waves across your body, the first strong and fierce. The second ringing through your body and lingering as Atsumu cums inside of you. You hold onto Atsumu as if he’s your lifeline, both of you breathing hard and heavy.
He kisses your forehead before rolling to the side of the bed and pulling you close to him. You cuddle up to him, taking in the last hour. He stares up at the ceiling, his breath evening out sooner than yours. You tilt your head up looking closer at his expression.
“What are you thinking about?” You ask.
“Honestly?”
“We promised to be truthful.”
He smiles. “I’m thinking about how many more rounds I could take you before you’re too sore for more.”
You smack his chest and sit up. “I think we’ve reached that limit.”
He grins, sitting up on his elbows. “I guarantee you’ll be begging me for more before you even finish your dinner tonight.”
“You’re awfully full of yourself,” you giggle, pulling your knees to your chest.
“You’re also full of me,” he grins, kissing your temple and getting off the bed. “Come, bathe with me. Then I’ll make you dinner.”
“You’ll make me dinner?”
“I can read a recipe book and figure it out. Besides, there’s probably something edible in case I ruin everything.”
You laugh, taking his hand and following him to the bathroom.
The bath is always relaxing, but a bath with Atsumu is anything but. He’s constantly dumping water on you and splashing you like a child. The few moments when he relaxes and lets you lay against his chest, you relish.
At some point, you fall asleep in the tub against Atsumu. You awake in his bed, under the cover of his thick duvet. Atsumu is nowhere to be found, so you find a shirt of his from a drawer and slip it on. Walking down the hall, you see a faint light coming from the wing where the kitchen is.
“-----,” your name on his lips sends chills down your spine. “I think I’ve made you a sandwich.”
He presents in front of you something that does resemble a sandwich, but the ingredients are questionable. You still take a bite and swallow it. It isn’t the worst thing you’ve ever had. Your father hired a terrible cook for a few weeks before you insisted on getting a new one after a bout of food poisoning.
“How is it?”
“Honestly?”
He nods.
“It’s not the worst thing I’ve ever had,” you laugh, putting the half down on the plate. “We should stick to what your staff prepares.”
He looks defeated but grins anyway. “You should go back to bed. I’ll have a big breakfast sent to our room in the morning.”
“Our room?” You smile, biting your bottom lip.
He nods. “I’ll join you after I clean up. I’ll take tonight off.”
You smile at him before heading back towards his room. Most nights he spends them hunting down other vampires who’ve committed crimes. His determination and commitment to his task are unlike most of the men you’ve known.
Atsumu’s room is warm from the fire, but the flames are starting to die down. You throw a log on the fire and crawl back into bed. Atsumu keeps his promise, coming to lay in bed with you soon after. You talk about your life with him, telling him everything you’ve been holding onto. He offers nothing but a listening ear, just what you like.
–
The weeks that follow are much the same as the ones before, except your nights are full of more and more learning. Atsumu pleases you in ways you’ve never imagined possible with his fingers, tongue, and cock. However, you begin to become concerned with how often his eyes seem to turn golden with hunger.
“Tsumu?” You chime one night after a long session with him between your legs.
“Hmm?” He hums.
“When was the last time you fed?” You ask, sitting up on the bed and playing with his hair from where he lays in your lap.
“It’s been a while.” He answers, looking up at you, his eyes now golden once again. “I probably should tonight.”
“Who do you feed from?” The jealousy is in your voice.
“There are some people who volunteer for the pleasure of it. I think I told you this before. In London, there’s a home where my kind likes to go when we’re hungry.” Atsumu’s honesty doesn’t do anything to curb your feelings.
“I don’t want you to go there,” you tell him, keeping up with the honesty you swore to keep. “Use me,” you offer.
“-----, are you sure?” He asks, and you nod.
You pull your hair from your neck, revealing the supple skin.
Atsumu laughs, “I could kill you feeding from there.”
Your face heats in embarrassment. “Where do you feed from?”
He sits up, taking your arm and pointing to your wrist. “Lay back, it will hurt at first.”
You lay back, looking up at the ceiling and then at Atsumu. He smiles at you as he hovers over your body. His lips press against yours and he mumbles some reassuring words. He slowly brings your wrist up to his mouth, and you see the flash of his fangs before they seep into your skin.
Crying out, you instinctively pull away but Atsumu keeps your arm still. The pain turns to an unimaginable wave of pleasure, not unlike the way he makes you cum every night. You moan, actually moan after a minute of it. The burning is intense, but not unmanageable. After another minute, he pulls away from your wrist, blood dripping from his lips.
When you look in his eyes, something has changed, and not just the color of them. He moves off of you, walking quickly to the bathroom. You sit up, checking your wrist and admiring the two small red puncture wounds. He tosses you a bandage from the bathroom entryway.
Something is wrong.
“Atsumu?” You lay the bandage down and get off the bed, your head spinning as you do.
“Please, lay back down.” He moves to catch you, but you fall back onto the bed.
“What’s wrong?” He shakes his head at your voice.
“I have something I have to do.” He rushes out of the room and you don’t see him for the rest of the night.
Sleep doesn’t come. You stay up all night, worried that you did something to change his feelings for you. Did you taste bad?
Can blood taste bad?
You pace for a while in front of his windows, waiting for dawn to come. As the first spots of daylight begin to show you see Atsumu enter the castle. You rush down the hall and down the steps.
When he sees you, there’s not a glimpse of joy on his face.
“Ats-”
“I think you should go back to your father.” He interrupts you and you feel like the castle is crumbling in on you.
“But… Atsumu… why?”
“I think it's for the best. I’ve called for a carriage. You leave in an hour.” He rushes up the stairs and towards the library.
The sound of the doors slamming shut echoes through the castle as you fall to your knees. You’re not sure how long you lie there, perhaps for the full hour. You can’t even cry it hurts so bad. He’s betrayed the honesty you promised to one another.
“Madam, the carriage is waiting for you,” Arthur, Atsumu’s butler, taps on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, but I must ask that you go.”
You nod, pulling yourself together and walking to the carriage. You’re numb the whole ride home. It takes about an hour for you to arrive at the doorstep of your father’s estate. When you step off the carriage, your father isn’t there to greet you, but instead it’s Graham.
You step back, nearly tripping over the carriage steps.
“Where on earth have you been?” The sound of his voice makes you want to vomit.
“Where is my father?” You ask, stepping towards him, but keeping more than enough distance between him.
“He’s in London, searching for you. I’ve been maintaining the family home while you’ve been what? Whoring yourself to stay afloat?” Graham laughs, watching as the carriage leaves before he insults you.
“Graham, I swear to God if that whore of yours is in my home, I will have you castrated.” You remember the mistress he keeps in London. If he’s been here, she probably has too.
“I’m not stupid enough to bring her here with all the attention you’ve brought us. Do you know what you’ve done? What you’ve caused?” His words ring with hatred. “We told half the town you had a breakdown just to keep your name from being ruined! We tried to defend you!”
“Why are you even here? I thought it would be clear I didn’t want to marry you by running away!” You yell, frustrated with the way your life has gone in the last four months.
“You trifling whore, how dare you raise your voice with me,” he steps closer to you, his anger reaching its peak. “After all the trouble you’ve caused, you’re not going to treat me this way. You’re lucky I decided to stay engaged to you and that you still have a future.”
“I’m never going to marry you, Graham. Never.” You walk past him and into your father’s home, slamming and locking the door behind you.
The staff in the house scurry around, looking at you as if they’ve seen a ghost. Perhaps some of them thought you had run off and died. None of them stop you from going to your old room, and none of them stop you from tearing everything off the walls. You scream, throw things, and even toss old dresses out the window.
If they want a madwoman, you’ll give it to them.
Several hours later, your father's carriage pulls up. You watch him run into the house and hear his clumsy footsteps leading to your room. He bursts in the door, calling your name in a sob. You let him hug you and cry on your shoulder. You let him beg you to never go away again.
Everything feels numb now that you’ve been shown the life you want and can’t have it.
After half an hour, he leaves you to your destroyed room, mentioning he needs to discuss things with Graham. If he even tries to plan another marriage, you’ll run away and never look back; and in the opposite direction of Atsumu’s castle.
When you’re called for dinner, you don’t bother dressing. You go in your worn dress from the night before, your wrist still bandaged from Atsumu’s fangs. The dining room is too warm from the fire and the warm spring day. Your father sits at the head of the table and Graham beside him, both of them engaged in the conversation they’re having.
As you sit, your father comments on your appearance and you glare at him.
“Sweetie, he’s just concerned,” Graham’s facade makes you want to rip his hair out.
“We think it would be good to spend the spring and summer in London. A change of scenery for you, and perhaps you can make time to plan a new ceremony for the fall. They have great doctors in London, as well.” Your father’s optimism is something you’ve always loved, but in your mental state now, you just want him to shut up and give up on you.
“I’m not planning another wedding.” You tell him. “I would like to go to London though.”
“Then we will go in a week! I’ll have new dresses sent to our house there, you won’t need to bring anything but yourself.” Graham tells you and your father as the staff sets your food in front of you.
The thought of putting anything in your stomach makes you want to vomit. You sit there through dinner, listening but not adding to the conversation. Graham seems to have your father wrapped tighter around his finger than before, and you don’t blame him. You left, after all. Once dessert is served, you dismiss yourself and head to your room.
Sinking into the covers, you finally allow yourself to cry.
–
London in the spring is something you used to love. Your mother always dragged you and your father from your country home to the city for the peak season, going to shops, cafes, and all the music halls she could find. After she left, you quit going altogether.
Stepping into Graham’s house feels surreal. All week, you argued with him whenever your father was gone, listening to his empty threats. You threatened to have his food poisoned at one point, but he just laughed. At some point, you stopped talking to him altogether.
“Your room is on the third floor, the second on the right,” Graham tells you, dropping bags down in the foyer.
“Thanks,” you mutter, walking up the steps and not looking back to him or your father.
You hear mutters of worry about your sanity, concerns about where you’ve been all winter, and more things you can’t care to remember. The staircase is steep, but you take your time. By the time you’re in your room, you feel like he picked this room just to exhaust you. He must have noticed you haven’t been eating most nights.
There is a nice view of the city from your room, at least.
It’s past noon now, and there’s discussion about going out to dinner tonight to change things up, but you know you’ll fight tooth and nail before having to be reintroduced into society. Your father begs you to dress, telling you he’ll do anything to make you happy.
To get him to shut up, you agree.
Dressing with the assistance of one of Graham’s maids, you find yourself in a pale blue dress, the color awfully similar to the trim of your wedding dress. Perhaps he likes this color. Perhaps you’ll ruin it for him. When you make it to the foyer, your father is still not there, leaving you uncomfortably silent with Graham standing by the door.
“You look decent for once,” he comments and you turn your head. “This could be easy, you know. A business transaction for us both.”
“I’d rather die than marry you.” You finally look at him, really look at him for who he is.
“That it seems.” He sighs. He steps towards you, his hand reaching out and moving a loose strand of hair away from your face.
His hand is warm on your skin and it makes you cringe. He steps back, looking at you from the head down. He almost looks like he’s working on a puzzle, trying to figure out what piece of you to place next.
“I can be kind. We could have a satisfying life, you and I both. I swear to be faithful to you until we have a few children if you do the same. You can spend money as you please. We can even live separately if you wish.” Graham really wants your father's money if he’s offering this.
Before you can answer him, your father joins you in the foyer. “I hope this restaurant you’ve chosen is a good one, boy.” He claps Graham on the back of the shoulder and laughs.
“Oh, you know I always pick good ones. Why else would I want to be with your daughter.”
You scoff and roll your eyes.
They both ignore you.
The walk to the restaurant is not unpleasant, the umbrella you carry covers your face from strangers who may be looking at you. Once you arrive, they seat you outside. You fold up the umbrella, leaning it against your chair, and sitting down. Graham and your father continue talking about the horse race they’ve seemed to bet on for the upcoming weekend, but you watch the people walking by.
Your mind begins to wander to Atsumu and your heart hurts. You never were able to be completely honest with him either. You kept what you felt to yourself.
However, he completely shut you out without giving any explanation. He broke the trust first. He never asked you how you felt and if he had, you may have told him.
“Would you like that, sweetie?” Graham asks and you furrow your brows.
“What?” You ask. “I wasn’t listening.”
“Your father suggested I show you the block after dinner. He’s planning on joining the gentlemen at the next table at the club tonight after dinner.” Graham tells you.
“I suppose I’ll walk with you,” as if you have a choice now.
Dinner is served not long after, and you manage to down a few vegetables and a bite of your chicken. Graham and your father have both given up on commenting on your eating habits, which you’re grateful for. It’s made it easier to manage. Once it’s over, you regret taking the few bites that you did. You have to stomach Graham for the next hour before you make it home.
At least the days are longer now, so if he tries anything, there will most likely be a witness.
He takes your hand and places it on his arm, portraying the scene most Londoners expect. A couple in the spring, out for a stroll. He talks about the town, telling you about his favorite restaurants and music halls. He tells you he wants to take you to a play when you notice a name that you recall.
“What is this place?” You stop in front of Lestar Manor. The sign is large and imposing with the name of the vampires who were blessed by the sun.
“It’s almost like a joke,” he says. “The manor was abandoned and people swear it’s haunted now. I’ve never learned much more about it.”
“I want to go look inside.”
“Are you serious?” He frowns. “You refuse to do activities for a week, but want to explore a haunted mansion.”
“So what? Let me explore it!”
“We’re going home!” He says sternly, grabbing your arm.
“Let go of me,” you hiss, pulling away.
“For the love of all that is holy, stop acting this way and just do what’s good for you for once in your stupid life.” Graham raises his voice and you push him away from you.
“If you touch me again, I’m going to scream.” You warn him.
As you look around there is no one around, but you’re sure someone will hear you. Graham’s eyes go dark, his grin gone and his face contoured in anger. He steps towards you and you step back, but he’s faster than you.
His grip on your arm hurts, so you begin to yell out. His hand clamps around your mouth and your eyes go wide.
“Shut the fuck up, you stupid whore,” he hisses.
“Let go of her,” a figure yells from the Lestar Manor.
The voice makes your stomach drop and you try to pull away from Graham. As you turn your face, you see Atsumu standing in the shade of the Manor, his fists clenched at his sides.
“Who are you to tell me what to do with my woman?” Graham spits back, letting go of your face.
“Atsumu, go away.” You breathe out, your eyes welling up.
He has no business butting into your life after sending you away to this fate.
“Graham,” Atsumu hisses, stepping too close to the edge of the shade for your liking.
“Graham, let’s go. Please,” you beg him, tugging him away from Atsumu.
He smacks your hand away, missing your hand and hitting your cheek. You fall down on the sidewalk, catching yourself with your hands and scraping them.
“Bastard!” Atsumu yells and before you know it, he’s launched himself at Graham, his skin vulnerable to the sun.
“Atsumu! No!” You scream, watching as he punches Graham in the jaw.
You expect his skin to start burning, or for him to catch on fire, or turn to dust. All your reading on vampires, none of it gave a solid answer to what happens when they go in the sun. Almost as if it was taboo to mention it anywhere.
Nothing happens, in fact, Atsumu stands up over Graham’s body and looks at you with a smile. For whatever reason, he’s not dying in the sun. Did he discover something in the week that you were gone? Is that why he was in the Lestar Manor? Or is that the feeding house he mentioned before?
Either way, you don’t want to hear from him.
He broke your heart.
You turn to run away from him and from Graham. As you take your first step, Atsumu catches your arm, and you turn to push him away. He pulls you into his arms instead, holding you against your body.
“Atsumu, let go of me,” you sob, not pulling away but instead going limp in his arms.
He picks you up, carrying you into the Manor and holding you against his chest as you sob. You hate him. You love him. You want him dead. You want him to give you the life you’ve always wanted.
He doesn’t compel you to calm down, he just holds you as you cry. It takes a good ten minutes for you to gather yourself in his arms before you’re able to look up at him. His eyes aren’t glowing, instead, they’re the warm brown you love so much.
“I hate you,” you whisper.
“We told each other we would be honest with one another.” He shakes his head.
“Atsumu,” you whine, “I love you more than life itself.”
“I love you, —--,” he tells you. “You saved my life.”
“What?” You frown. “You just saved me from that horrid Graham.”
“Your blood…” he replies and you begin connecting the dots.
“Lesair, Lestar… You don’t think that my family is?”
He shrugs, “We need to find out the history of your family line before I can draw any conclusions... But since the night I drank from you, I’ve been able to walk in the sun. I was going to come find you and beg you to forgive me, but I needed to stop here first to collect some more books. That’s when I heard your voice and I saw him-”
“You don’t have to explain. I’m just happy to be with you again.” You interrupt him.
“I promise, I’m never letting you go now.” He tells you before kissing your lips.
#atsumu miya smut#atsumu smut#atsumu miya x reader#miya atsumu smut#miya atsumu x reader#tw monsterfucking#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x reader#hq smut#hq x reader#tw religious themes
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Can you do something with the devil and and an angel that ends up being a customer to the bar at the casino bc the job they have in heaven is stressful? Just imagine how awkward that would be at first lol-
"Oh hello, angel! What can I-”
“Ohhh haha, I get--*hic*--it! Cuz you’re a literal angel!”
“What’s an angel like you doin’ here? Couldn’t resist the temptation, eh?”
“Ethan, Rummy..don’t be rude.” Ginette lightly scolded her fellow bartenders, before turning back to you with an apologetic smile. “Sorry ‘bout that. What’ll it be today, sweetie?”
You just sighed, keeping your wings tucked against your sides as you gazed at the menu for a brief moment. It wasn’t often that you came down to the casino’s bar, but today you especially needed a break from your heavenly duties. Just a small one. Nobody upstairs would even know you stopped in.
"I’ll have the-”
“Well I’ll be damned! An angel in the Devil’s Casino?!!”
Hearing the laughter of a certain devilish king, you looked to see the Devil himself stepping up to the counter, intrigued by your presence.
Most customers would quiver at the sight of him--or easily fall for his deals and promises. But you weren’t deceived by his tricks, nor were you about to jump up and reprimand him for anything. Instead you just politely smiled. “Yep. Is..there a problem?”
He blinked several times, huffing. “Why--no. I...I welcome the residents of all kinds. But..I mean...you’re an angel in a casino.”
“And..?”
“And a casino is, ya know, a place that runs off of temptation and sin? A place that goes against everything the big man upstairs taught you??!” His eye twitched.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” You waved him off, turning back to Ginette as you ordered your drink. Even still you could sense the Devil’s yellow gaze lingering on you, so you looked at him again. “Before you ask, I have no interest in gambling.”
“That doesn’t matter! I thought your job was to lead poor souls away from this place. Is there some sort of protest going on?”
“This isn’t exactly a “protest”. And for your information, we angels get different jobs every day.”
“Oh? So what was today’s “job” that was so unbearable that it drove you here, of all places?” Propping his trident against the counter, Devil leaned closer to you with interest.
After getting your drink, you took a sip and sighed in content, savoring the taste. Then you put the glass back down before explaining your assignment to him.
“I had to help the ghosts haunting the second mausoleum find peace. They keep freaking out Grim and he refuses to sleep because of all the noises he hears at night.” You took a slightly bigger swig. “Stupid pink spirits..they just wanna make a mess out of alllll the artifacts. My wings can parry slap them to get their attention, and even then they’re stubborn little fellas. If I don’t meet a certain quota I get in trouble with my superiors. As if I’m the one who put them there...!”
The demon king only stared as you rambled on and on, finally understanding your reasons. He thought that heaven was all about angels frolicking in the clouds, helping souls enter the pearly gates, and blessing children’s dreams...but it turns out it’s a tough job even for you.
So much so it tempted you to come here for a break.
As soon as you finished your rant, a devious grin appeared on his face. “So you say those pesky ghosts won’t leave? Must be such a burden for-”
“No.”
The grin quickly fell. “....you didn’t even let me-”
“I know what you're plotting. I'm immune to your temptations, Lucifer. Your flattery and petulance won’t get you anywhere with me.”
Growling, a bit of fire flashed in his eyes, though he composed himself and collected his trident and a random drink left on the table. “Fine. It was worth a shot...I'll leave you be. Do enjoy your stay here. You’re welcomed back anytime.” He chuckled before finally leaving you alone.
Ginette was only half-listening to the conversation as she cleaned a glass, but she took pity on you for putting up with him. “Nice one. Ya know very few folks get mouthy with the Devil an’ live to tell the tale.”
“Guess I’m lucky then.” You smiled lightly and pushed your nearly-empty glass towards her. “When you get the chance, I’ll have another round."
Yep.
This casino was your sweet retreat.
#clanask#anonymous#cuphead x reader#cuphead devil x reader#devil x reader#angel reader#tipsy troop#headcanons
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𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯 𝑰𝑵 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬
— 𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒙 (𝑭) 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 —
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The sharpened lash of her tongue runs fine with a coating of agitation. Her reputation precedes her along with that of her entrusted whip. A force not to be trifled with unless under the banner of kinship - in which that only exceeds to her brothers and none else - it is advised by her wrathful temper that you steer clear and out of her way.
First impressions can be tough and more so considering being a Watcher. How this first meeting could have gone much worse or better, you cannot begin to wonder any differently.
Not that the Charred Council were moved by her outcrying rage, professing that being tethered to a Watcher proclaims a line of insult, that she must be kept under your watchful eye. She is utterly forced to come to terms with this bound arrangement. Upon steeling you with a glassened, pearly hued glare that sends an unnerved rot to defile your voided, shadowy body, all you can do is raise a single hand and ever so slightly shift your palm side to side with a little wave.
“Don’t think you can win me over so easily, parasite.” Her eyes thin and her lips curl up into a beastly snarl. Already, you fear beyond the boundaries of comprehension that you’ve upset her to the point of no forgiveness. So, with a faltering hover, you lower your head submissively towards the frightful Horseman lest you incur what her name - her existence implies - fury. A reckoning that’d be your fateful demise.
Set a course on whatever task she was to carry out for the Council, you - being latched to the weaving of her body, mind and soul - follow. Silently and out of her way. Sometimes she’d forget you were there until you showed yourself. Never would you so much as writhe beneath her immortal flesh out of sheer terror she’d smite you down, her whip restricting and reducing the essence of your spirit into nothingness. When not harboured inside the vessel of her body that convulses with her ever-present anger just below the surface, and when not being an inconvenience as much as possible, you take to exploring the world around you.
“Ugh, you’re pathetic, little Watcher. Like humans, you find the most mundane things fascinating,” she scoffs, a clawed grasp attached to her jutted hip, eyes barreling a thousand fold of her sneering. At times, her words did come to sting harshly, tear their way into the hollow of your frame that has been described as ghastly by her own words, but overtime… she’s come to say, “But I’ve seen far less flattering things than you.”
Before you can even make to smile through the illuminated glow of your eyes, she quickly cuts into you again. “But that doesn’t mean I like your company! You’re a morsel of a parasite that I could crush beneath my heel. But at least you're silent…”
Your nature to be that of a muted shadow is one reprieve Fury has come to be thankful at the very least. A talkative Watcher can become so overbearing and an influence of annoyance that drives her to the edge of her already shortened patience and temper.
When you try to point out locations you deem useful in some sort of way, she’s quick to snap as you try to grab her attention. She’ll snarl, and viciously at that, only to then look at where you point and her lips coil.
“Ugh, fine! If it ceases your infernal writhing.”
In due time travelling with the rider, who’s horse also embodies a vengeance to meddle with you whenever you’re presently near, she does have a sense to calm; perhaps even open up to you. In cases of her boredom, she finds nothing better to do other than to rant to you and Rampage. And you remain there, silent and listening. At first, Fury was concerned that any of this could be retold to the Council, but you never did. You always kept the veil closed, to let her burn her rage out like a flame that devours the blackened wick until there is nothing left.
Soon, she comes to quietly appreciate having you around. But just a little. She still finds your presence and the meaning it serves behind it insulting and gravely annoying. But she knows and understands you are not like any other Watcher. You don’t smother her with repetitive reminders of the powers you have over her, that you are the Council’s eyes and ears, nor do you bombard her with meaningless words of vomit grovelling. But she sees the flare of admiration you hold for her and her skills, and maybe she revels in it, if only to be praised above all else by the likes of you. Though she plays it off that your admiration means nothing to her. It eventually does. It fuels her and keeps that edge about her battle prowess. A need to show off her capabilities to their entirety.
In the heated confrontations of her battles, you of course take to seeking refuge inside the bonds of your tie with the Horseman as she unhooks her whip from her hip, the chain rattling and ready to slash and maim. But the few times you do not take residence, to hide, you mind the space of the battlefield in some near forgotten corner to watch. At one point did you intervene, much to your mistress’s disapproval afterwards, but at the time it seemed viable. Acceptable. She could have gotten hurt if you didn’t make a move to distract her opponent.
Just as the cleaving axe was being reared into action, you hovered fast towards the beastly form, and with all your might and courage, you flung yourself around. Your fists pounded and hit hard against the bulk of the monstrous body, you floated around like a bug set to irritate. Of course, this plan works enough for Fury to bring her foe to his knees before smiting him. However, you did take a few nasty swipes and hits, furthermore, she scolds you for your actions.
“What in the Nine Hells was that?! You could have gotten yourself killed!”
She watches as you deflate at this and her brows furrow. Was she being too harsh? Was she being ungrateful?
As more time passes, and you journey across the known realms with your rider, she does eventually spawn a curiosity about your silent nature. The reserved quietness that leaves her to somewhat be a victim of talking to herself because of your lack to communicate. Only when Rampage is summoned is she granted a piece of mind from this ‘victimhood’ of rambling on to herself.
“Why is it that you don’t talk, little Watcher?” She finally asks, voice grating with the final threads of her nerves and patience. You blink once, then twice in surprise. Her question is abrupt. Cracking like a sudden boom of ominous thunder. This short rest is very rare between her assignments and so you were keen to make the most of it. Intending the explore the desecrated and overgrown ruins, her question prevented you from moving too far.
She glared at you now and you feel that chill consume you whole. Her state is one that penetrates without remorse, that can very well drain the life force from you.
“Well?” She presses on with a scoff. Turning your body fully now to face her, you slowly approach, the wispy tendril of your torso wavering slightly as you near her.
Your voice breaks through a heavy layer of internal grime and disdain, coming into form of a crackling echo that’s as soft as the faintest of whispers that share the darkest of secrets.
“Scared…”
#female reader#darksiders x reader#darksiders#darksiders 3#darksiders fury x reader#nephilim#horsemen of the apocalypse#darksiders fanfiction#darksiders Fury/Reader#imagine darksiders
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tw for one mention of suicide (sorry for the horrible grammar 😭)
dhsjejdns i saw a request to rant about oc’s and here i am
so basically, my oc’s name is Valentina Estrella Ramos. she died around 2019 via a su!c!de pact.
basically, once she and her friend group made it to the pearly gates and talked with st. peter. (bro was STRESSING looking for their names. poor boy was sweating and shit) they were told that bc they killed themselves they were going to Hell bc ‘only god can kill you’ and it was an act of immense pride doing something that only god could do, so yeah.
once the group made it down there, they almost died and pretty much booked it to the nearest town they could find. it was cannibal town 😭- thankfully, val and her friends found rosie first and explained the situation. rosie got them all situated in a few guest rooms until they could get jobs and stuff.
at some point, valentina goes up to rosie looking for work. val mentions that she wanted to be a songwriter/singer in her life (cringe) and rosie almost freaks out and sends her over to mimzy’s club.
valentina works there for a little bit, until one day, she meets a certain member of the Vee’s, Vox. they date for a while, and Vox gives valentina a job as the music manager of the Vee’s (still haven’t thought abt that part of her backstory 😔), before the relationship eventually falls apart bc vox is vox. valentina is now once again stuck where she was when she first go to hell, Rosie’s guest bedroom.
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until Charlie’s opens up her Hazbin Hotel. valentina decides to go, looking for money, and it would be fun to see the princess of hell try to redeem murderers and criminals. that’s where Val meets the infamous radio demon. the two bond, and at some point in the 6 months that season one takes place, get together.
i haven’t fully thought abt her design, but her abilities would be somewhat related to a siren, her actual design has a lot of stars in it. ty for listening to my rant 😼😼😼
I 100% get it my friends and I in like 5th grade tried to make a blood pact then we chickened out. Good thing because only two of us are still friends now...lol...
Damn, this bbygurl has two overlords under her belt?? I need her to teach me her ways fr
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[ 1 ] Chihayafuru Parallels: Blushing and Hakamas
Welcome to my first Chihayafuru analysis essay? Think piece? Dellusional rant? Idk you decide what this is lmao.
It’s actually wild to think wild that in such a short amount of time (I started watching the anime first in December of 2021?) that this story has literally been on my mind almost 24/7. Chihayafuru started out really good and I was enjoying myself a lot but what actually was the moment that I “cracked” and switched from passive watcher to obsessive fan was Taichi’s infamous “spoon scene”.
The single image that launched a thousand ships.
All Taichihaya fans know this scene like the back of our hand. It is ingrained in our collective subconscious. Pretty sure, when the fandom were all listing our favourite moments, this made it onto everyone’s list. When I die, this scene will be the last thing I think of. When I go to the pearly gates I will ask for just one moment to think of it before I go down to heck. Yeah it’s something.
Y’all boring b*tches who think this is cringe don’t know how to live vicariously through media. B/c yeah if I man did this to me irl sure I’d be grossed out but here I’m like Chihaya is the world’s strongest solider b/c I would have folded immediately.
Anyways, there is something so poignant about this scene. Let’s look back on my initial tweets and see some of my completely normal thoughts I had on my first watch through:
Things of note: I predicted my own downfall and also it’s so funny that I forgot Arata’s name and also felt no need to look it up kjcdjkcajkadk
There is something inherently… spicy (it is spicy but in an intimate kind of way) about the way that Taichi and Chihaya simply stare into each other’s eyes after he pulls his sneaky little “indirect kissing” (a shoujo staple) stunt. However immediately afterwards Taichi shows her the text message and we see… Well we see what kind of thing get’s Chihaya’s eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed. An indirect birthday message from the glasses guy. The bar is in hell people. Is Chihaya in love with one and completely indifferent to the other? It’s left kind of ambiguous… Though clearly as a viewer we are meant to believe that she likes Arata more based on Chihaya’s visceral reaction vs. THE EMPTY LOOK OF VAGUE CONFUSION SHE GAVE TAICHI. Taichi rip lil buddy but you’re firmly in the Karuta zone.
However thinking a bit deeper it’s actually funny because even Arata’s birthday message is framed as something Taichi “gives” to Chihaya (again we never fking know how Arata had Taichi’s number and not Chihaya’s but I digress). If he was truly a careless jealous shit (which he definitely is at times) he would have just closed his damn phone and said anyways weird Arata didn’t call for your birthday wonder why? I even planned you a big birthday bash and paid for him to attend but he never came… lol. But no, Taichi’s built different. He still shows her the message because he knows how much it means to her that Arata still cares (cares enough to text Taichi anyways lol). Taichi must have expected Chihaya to react like she had just received a message from her dead soulmate… but he still did it. I like in the anime where afterwards Taichi just kinda… Turns away and stares at the river pensively thinking to himself “maybe I should just jump”.
He just like me fr
Anyways I brought up this whole scene because I think it is the pinnacle of the Taichihaya Chiharata debate: If Chihaya was in love with Taichi, why are the sparkle eyes and blushes for Arata? If she FELL IN LOVE WITH TAICHI LATER, why did Chihaya never develop sparkle eye blush syndrome for Taichi? Well friends I have some thoughts!! (You should know, I always have a lot of them).
The thing about Suetsugu’s writing is she fking loves parallels. We as a viewer are meant to compare and contrast Taichi’s and Arata’s relationships with Chihaya. You were never supposed to just see one and say “OH SO SHE LIKES HIM.. DONE!!”… Though some did (rip fallen Chiharata comrades). Though I was confident what I saw in Taichi and Chihaya’s relationship was love, I was never arrogant enough to say that the crush (and yes it was a crush) Chihaya had for Arata couldn’t stick through to the end.
But at the same time to quote @miss-coverly (who is a Kyoru lover like me and has impeccable taste)
IN WHAT WORLD IS IT UNREASONABLE OR WEIRD FOR A TEENAGE GIRL TO NOT STAY IN LOVE WITH THE SAME PERSON THAT SHE LIKED AT 16 FOREVERJDJDJDJJS
Not saying it doesn’t or couldn’t happen… just… it is rare people. We change so much in our formative high school years and what we want out of a relationship changes too. Like you never stopped to think that maybe maybe it would amount to nothing more than what it was at the start? All the Chiharata fans waited so patiently for an epic conclusion that just never came and ik it feels bad man. Some wanted a time-skip to give them the development the sparkle eyes had promised. TBH I emphasize with their pain, I really do. I’d be feeling like dirt if all of Taichi and Chihaya’s relationship development ended in an epic high-five. But, I never had to wish for a hug because Taichi and Chihaya had plenty ;) KDJNJKDSANKDJDKJSA I NEED TO BE STOPPED B/C PEOPLE ARE STILL IN MOURNING BUT I CAN’T.
Anyways back to the topic at hand. I do try to keep an open mind to what the Chiharata fans saw in their relationship that made them think that it would be love. One moment that got mentioned a lot was the two times where Arata compliments Chihaya’s Hakama. Interestingly enough, both these Chiharata moments serve as a parallel to show how Chihaya and Arata’s relationship hasn’t really progressed from the start of the manga and to the end. However, the craziest thing is there is even a Taichihaya parallel. Was it Taichi commenting on Chihaya in a Hakama? No. Just wait friends… It’s such a blink and you’ll miss it moment but the fact it happens in between these two Chiharata moments is VERY INTERESTING VERY INTERESTING INDEED.
[ 1 ] Chiharata Hakama Compliment - The Blushing Karuta Bakas
Chapter 98
Before I get into it, let’s set up the context of this moment. It’s now the Yoshino Tournament one of the few times where people are organized into ranks and not by gender so finally our trio can be forced to play against each other in official matches. Of course Taichi and Chihaya show up looking fly in their Hakamas even though they really didn’t need to. That’s when Chihaya by runs into Arata by chance in the hallway before the matches start…
I WILL NEVER BE OVER HER EXPRESSION HERE SHE’S LIKE DID Y’ALL SAY SOMETHIN
She couldn’t quite make out what Arata said (and to be honest who knows what he really said under his breath). But she puts him on the spot to repeat what he said about her. It’s also funny because Chihaya in her competitive Karuta nature believes that he might be badmouthing her as her opponent LMAO. Again because individual matches are team matches and her and Arata are not on the same team. It also shows how Karuta focused Chihaya is that her CRUSH might be badmouthing her under his breath… LMAO.
When put on the spot Arata admits, while blushing a deep crimson and looking away, that he was saying how her Hakama’s pretty.
It’s honestly a cute moment! Arata is very shy softie whispering his feelings to himself… He wasn’t even going to tell her. Nor can he can’t say directly that he thinks Chihaya is attractive (even though we as the audience know he does we saw him ogling and imagining her in a bikini earlier) so he settles on complimenting her Hakama. Essentially saying (indirectly) “you look pretty today Chihaya”.
Now let’s look at Chihaya’s reaction?
Chihaya looks at him wide-eyed mouth agape with a blush on her face then she scrumples her face and blinks hard so she can regain her focus.
She quickly bottles up whatever emotions she felt for Arata’s compliment because what comes first and foremost is Karuta. She cannot be distracted by cutesy compliments from that little shy boy in the glasses she has a tournaments to win. SEE YA LATER WHEN I MOP THE FLOOR WITH YOU IN THIS HAKAMA.
Now I actually think this moment reveals a bit more than just wow Chihaya is so much in love with Arata and they are flirting. In Yoshino the Hakama is actually a very important to Chihaya (she told him that directly afterwards). When she wins the whole tournament she clutches her Hakama in her hands and said that he one desire was to win while wearing it. The Hakama is essentially Chihaya’s “battle armour”. So while we as the audience can see what Arata was doing… I don’t necessarily Chihaya understood. She thought to herself wow the guy I like complimented my Hakama!
The next time Arata compliments Chihaya’s Hakama happens much much later and we can see how much of their dynamic stays the same / changes.
[ 2 ] Chiharata Hakama Compliment - Thanks my Sister brought it for Me!
Chapter 221
So now we’re nearly at the end of the manga and during the Meijin and Queen matches. Chihaya has finally received the Hakama that Chitose raced all night to get to her. Arata sees her sitting down in front of the cards and just looks at her… It’s pretty evident by the way that he looks at her that he’s still carrying some feelings for her.
He’s still got the shoujo eye sparkle syndrome
But while he points at Chihaya she just kind of sits there wide eyed as he blushes to try and get the words out to tell her how he feels.
:( I feel kinda bad for Arata… Like before, he is still unable to pay Chihaya a simple and direct compliment. We know that’s not what he really wanted to say as he laments it directly afterwards.
Instead he opted to mention that her Kimono’s different… It almost feels like even more of a downgrade from his first indirect compliment. Different doesn’t necessarily even mean pretty rip. BUT let’s see how Chihaya reacted?!
NOOO SHE’S BLUSHING AGAIN!! DRAT, I HAVE BEEN DEFEATED EVERYONE WAS RIGHT SHE IS STILL IN LOVE WITH ARATA…
Except not really. I think unlike before where she was caught completely off guard by Arata’s comment on her Hakama, she now had an inclining of what might be coming when he was looking at her that way (hence her wide eyes). When she realized that he was just commenting on how her Hakama was different, she was happy! She’s like yes that’s right it is new and it’s because my sister brought it for me. Just like before the Hakama that Chihaya wears is very important. It has also been used to represent the support that people have given you (think of Ooe’s comments to Taichi). This Hakama is probably the most special one Chihaya has ever worn because the person who brought it for Chihaya was Chitose… She put Chihaya’s ambition above her own :(
When you look at these two moments the little progress Chihaya and Arata have made in their relationship becomes really apparent. Arata while he was bold and was the first one to confess that he was in love, has kept most of his feelings towards Chihaya deep down inside. Maybe Arata was a coward at least when it came to love because when Taichi confessed he held nothing back he was like “I love your smile, your hair, your laugh, your gimp toe, I love when you droll a bit when you take notes in class and the way you thought the River Thames was in France”. But in instances of love, vulnerability is an important foundation. Taichi’s confession (at least at the time) epically backfired and then he was left completely empty. So perhaps Arata was keeping more of his feelings close to his heart was in a way to protect himself since he always thought he would lose to Taichi… There’s also the problem that Arata simply doesn’t know Chihaya as well as Taichi to make such a grandiose statement about her. Or that he doesn’t know the words to say it. Maybe I relate to Arata more than I thought b/c same dude same.
The other thing is you should look at the page layout. Now the Chiharata fans might want my neck for this but… What I am saying makes sense. When Arata was looking at Chihaya without her noticing the page was white and airy. When Chihaya noticed him staring the page was the page was black. It’s a purposeful shift.
I almost think at this point Chihaya didn’t want to receive a compliment about her Hakama from him even though her heart used to flutter by it. That’s why I believe that the blush was also partially relief. Oh, he just noticed that it’s different! Thanks buddy o’ pal. Again I feel like people might not agree with me here but you do you lil rockstar you do you. It sucks because we really only know Arata’s feelings we don’t know Chihaya’s so we have to read between the lines a lot.
Looking back I can sorta understand why Chiharata fans felt hopeful by this. The panel where Arata mentions he had more to say it almost looks like there’s autumn leaves in the background. Y’know that “red passion” they always talked about. However, it’s a clever misdirect. It’s supposed to be ambiguous to the end. Maybe Arata’s passion for her would have swayed her had he only had the courage to do it. But… He never did. Similarly nobody really thought about what Chihaya’s reaction must meant. The assumption that Chihaya’s feelings remained the same throughout was all of our downfalls.
But anyways moving on:
[ 3 ] Taichihaya Hakama Moment - Why does Chihaya have to Come?
Chapter 193
So sandwiched in between these moments is an interesting moment with Chihaya that was very much overlooked (not by me though I was reading with a firm Taichihaya bias LMAO). In this scene it is right before the qualifier matches and Taichi has to go on his own to get a new Hakama. Now, of course he gathers the MIZUSAWA besties to come but then Kanade (our Taichihaya solider in the trenches till the bitter end) suggests that maybe Chihaya should come too!
Taichi blushing over the fact he doesn’t want to go Hakama shopping alone… he is baby you have done nothing wrong ever
Taichi asks why Chihaya needs to come and Chihaya just looks at him surprised pikachu face with a slight blush on her face.
But quick can we also just talk about the way that Taichi and Chihaya look at each other. I SIMPLY CANNOT DESCRIBE IT BUT IT JUST HITS. Taichi looks vaguely disappointed that she’s actually not coming… Even after he just complained about it moments ago. Dkjsnajkdnks YOU TWO WERE NEARLY THE DEATH OF ME I HOPE YOU KNOW.
She rejects the proposition because of course Karuta must come first but that doesn’t mean that she didn’t want to go… In fact she REALLY wanted to go actually. Suetsugu wanted the audience to see that Chihaya really was putting up a front in this moment.
It isn’t until Komano conveniently “forgets to tell Chihaya something” that we realize that Chihaya (when nobody could see her) was blushing hard… It wasn’t a blush that she could blink away either. She is lamenting twirling feelings around in her head and getting upset. What is she thinking about? The fact she won’t be there to support Taichi? The fact Taichi didn’t want her there? A missed Mizusawa hangout? The thought of Taichi wearing a new Hakama? Taichi getting fitted? It’s left ambiguous. But what’s not ambiguous is that it all revolves all around Taichi.
The way Chihaya just looks back at him in frustration as they each go their own way. Connected only by the fact they are both working to prepare for the qualifiers. Taichi probably seemed rather indifferent to Chihaya being someone to support him and that probably frustrated her. That’s why Komano (after seeing this and so many other instances) was like Chihaya if you don’t tell this mf how you feel about him it really will be the end for you.
Is it a direct parallel to the Chiharata? No. It’s not like Chihaya complimented Taichi’s Hakama. She was too busy having a breakdown over his haircut.
Me when my bestie gets a terrible new haircut and I hate it. Now I know why Chihaya waited to confess.
How interesting: Chihaya blushes at Arata’s feelings (that he is attracted to her) but the feelings she has about wanting to be near to Taichi makes herself blush uncontrollably. It’s almost like… It was purposeful somehow.
If this made sense, great! If you disagree, good for you. However, I am a human and sometimes I make mistakes especially because this manga is fairly new so if I missed anything feel free to jump into the asks or if you want to add your own thoughts I’d love to hear them.
THANKS FOR READING!! Charles out-y
#Chihayafuru#chihayafuru spoilers#chihayafuru theory#Chihayafuru parallel#Taichihaya#chihaya ayase#taichi mashima#Charles rant
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𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — rizz + bkg.
૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — fluff + sfw, fem!reader, bakugou does nawt know what rizz means and his students make fun of him, pro hero!bkg is a teacher at UA, mentions of pregnancy scars, girl dad!bkg.
rizz — (slang) one’s ability to seduce a potential love interest. synonymous with game, charm.
“baby?”
“katsuki.”
“what the fuck is ‘rizz’?”
now he has your attention. setting aside your book for the night, you glance at your husband with an amused smile, he’s fresh out of the shower— golden skin shimmering with pearly droplets of water and hair matted wetly to his forehead. “who’s askin’, kats?” you coo, shifting to your knees as bakugou takes a seat on the edge of your shared bed, his lips drawn into a long frown— almost as if he’s pouting.
“i’m askin’, i swear t’god. these fuckin’ brats,” the blonde goes on to rant, the shower he’d just come from clearly not doing much to soothe the stresses of the day. circling an arm around his slender and unfortunately towelled waist from behind, you press burning kisses up and down the pro hero’s back and shoulders— hoping to calm katsuki just enough for him to get his thoughts into order. “one of my kids in class said i had no fuckin’ ‘rizz’ because ‘m ‘touchin’ thirty and haven’t got a damn ring in my finger yet. whatever that fuckin’ means.”
“rizz is like charisma, baby. like… how good you are at flirting or charming people,” keeping your words tender, you watch the clogs turn in katsuki’s head.
“that’s fuckin’ stupid.”
“awh but baby, you know what they said isn’t true…you’re the rizziest man i’ve ever met,” you can’t hide how hilarious you find the situation, still pressing tender kisses up katsuki’s neck until you reach just behind his ear— tugging on that spot with your teeth the way he likes. scratching at his wet scalp too. the bulking explosive man, with the roughest exterior and softest heart you’ve ever seen leans back into you, exhaling slowly through his nose. “where’s your wedding ring katsuki?”
he tilts his head back to look at you, love laced into his smoke screen and scarred eyes as pulls on a chain that sits comfortably against his neck, the golden band attached to it with his dog tags. “didn’t wanna lose it while trainin’ up the kids, today.” katsuki mumbles shyly. he’d done so once before almost in tears, only to find out you’d taken it to get cleaned of all the ash from his quirk.
brushing a thumb over his slightly chapped bottom lip, you smile at him again— taking in how beautiful katsuki looks under the warm glow of the lamp on your nightstand. “so what did you do? did’ya tell them you were married, with your baby keepin’ me up all night?” you say it like you’re exasperated, but while rolling his eyes katsuki knows you’re just kidding— happy to be stuck at home with your mini bakugou in the form of a precious little girl, blowing through his wallet to appease your cravings and soothe the boredom maternity leave brings with online shopping.
“of course i fuckin’ did,” he responds, failing to use his words as he tilts his head up for a kiss. a smile spreads slow on his lips, sexy and adorable all at once— a pleased look etched into bakugou’s features when you give into him and give him exactly what he wants. “showed them a picture of you.” he breathes into the lip lock, cheekily licking the words into your mouth.
“yeah?” you hum, pulling away from your husband with a glint in your eyes. “and how’d that work out for you, sweetpea?”
bakugou practically purrs at the pet name. he’ll never admit how much he loves to be babied — especially by you. “they believed me. said i had ‘infinite rizz’ whatever the hell that means too.” he lets you pull him into bed with you, let’s you crawl into his lap to get closer— his callous hands immediately settling on your hips, thumbs slipping under your (his) shirt to brush over the evidence of your pregnancy. stretch marks from your bump, the small scar from your c-section. “called you a milf as well, fuckin’ brats.”
“just means they think i’m hot and they’re surprised you that you managed to bag me. consider yourself lucky, mister dynamight.” you laugh again, sighing in content as bakugou massages the aches and pains— adoration pulsing through him because what you say is true. he is lucky. lucky that you stick around, that you’ve dealt with him for this long, that you love him the way you do and want him for the rest of your life. lucky to have his family, to have you.
and in the low light of your shared bedroom, it hits him all at once. the life that katsuki bakugou leads now, is a blessed one. he has a stable job teaching an amazing set of kids, his wife loves him more than anything and his little girl? well, she’ll be the death of him. but bakugou knows for a second he won’t take it all for granted, appreciating the quiet moments— like this, with his wife making a love-sick fool out of him, a smile of your lips so bright katsuki can see his future.
one that he never in a million years thought that he’d deserve.
“well then for once, they wouldn’t be too fuckin’ far off.” the blonde grins, pinching your hips lovingly— as if to get you back.
#bakugou x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou fluff#bakugou drabble#bakugou fic#bakugou imagine#bakugo x reader#idk what this is olelckdk#i thought it was funny but now i just love him#✧ ₊˚੭ — writing#tteokdoroki#✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted
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This has nothing to do with us being anti endo, we just really need to vent
tw for sa
I swear to the gods, I try so hard not to lump christains all into one group and hate them all for their religion. But I am so fucking done with THOSE christains. I made a tiktok about me praying to god cause I was about to be s/a'd and a bunch of christains fucking invaded the comment section saying shit like "everything happens for a reason" "it was gods plan" "you're going to hell for straying from him" "he will reward you in the end" like 1) NOT THE TIME??? and 2) what the fuck. What reason is good enough??? What possible plan could he have??? And then half of them tried to convert me too, saying shit like "if you pray to him again he will guide you" and other bullshit like that.
Like I know that all christians aren't the same and that there are good ones out there BUT FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS WHAT THE FUCK
Honestly, actually good Christians are so rare to find. They treat Christianity like it’s everything and I hate them, too. Religious trauma is a very real thing and it happens to so many people.
I’ve seen too many Christian’s stay online constantly and want to comment on the worst possible things.
Yes, a lot of religions might say that fate is already determined, but not everything is set in stone. There’s too many pathways that can be taken that lead to something, too many frayed strings. (I can rant about this so much)
If it was a plan, then it makes their God a tyrant and so false that the plans made shouldn’t be supported. They’ll be supporting someone so vile that the Devil looks like a saint, and by all means, the Satanist Bible is pretty fuckin nice.
I’d rather you live than have some half asses reward of pearly gates and shit.
You don’t deserve any of those comments they give you. You deserve respect and support. I’m sorry that things are happening like this. 🫂
You’re good enough and no one should tell you differently. I know it’s hard, but you’re doing an amazing job.
(Christians that comment against this, I’m blocking and deleting comments. It’s a serious thing that people do and I’ve seen how many people just don’t care. I’m not a Christian either, Norse pagan.)
#anon vent#I hope you’re okay anon#I love you and appreciate you /plat#we’ll always be here for you!#take care of yourself and do what you can!
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I saw your hateful comments. I have actual trauma from that event, so don't be surprised I'm mad about it
“ hateful comments ”
i hope you’re a troll but honestly i DONT really Care LAWL
this rant is long and won’t be under a readmore because a bitch is tired of seeing my friends harassed by anons who are too much of a fucking pussy to reveal themselves
the post pearlie in particular was mad about was the post where someone was talking about how adults view children as “freeloaders” and undeserving of their own privacy.
you tried to derail pearlies point about how adults hating minors is fucking stupid. unfortunately pearlie removed this original post so I cannot screenshot it and have it here, but it was along the lines of expressing annoyance and anger towards adults who hate kids and view them as objects or just annoying ( when in fact surprise THEY WERE ALSO KIDS. LOL. )
EDIT : found it
and YOU tried turning it into a “ well can i hate minors if a minor did something bad to me? ”
here’s what you said in case anyone needs to piece the info together
the fact you’re fixating on their age makes it even weirder. if that group chat genuinely hurt you fine, but that’s not a reason to go ahead and just go “ errmmm akshually i can hate minors because ermmm [ insert event not relevant to their age whatsoever ] ” tell me anon what does them being a minor have to do with the fact an entire group chat kicked you out. it seems like there were more reasons than just “ they were minor :(( ” and those reasons are hurtful YES. they kicked you out for being too openly queer is shitty. but had nothing to do with
pearlies point about adults objectifying and letting their anger out on kids
the fact the person who got you kicked out in particular was a minor
seems to me the entire group didnt like you if all it took was one person to complain, so again i must ask you WHY is the fact their a minor relevant? or did you just need something to project your anger onto to try and “ GOTCHA! ” pearlie?
if you wanted comfort about this “traumatic event,” why did you go straight to the person you knew wouldn’t sympathize with you? honestly your whole story sounds false OR you’re purposely not including important information. stay mad anyways anybody in this thread smoke weed
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Hi! :D I hope it's okay if I ask a teeth question. This might sound kind of stupid but I really want to get back into acting, and my teeth are... not white. They're not a very deep yellow as they used to be, but man they are Yellow. and it makes me feel really awful when I see them in the mirror. I'll watch movies and see actors like Ryan Gosling with the perfect whites and I'll think "oh my god I have to have that". I am absolutely horrified of sitting in the dentist's chair and actually getting my teeth whitened because I've heard that can be painful and I WILL cry, also just, I am broke so I can't even afford that lol.
Is there any way to whiten my teeth naturally? Obviously I know it would take a miracle to just brush the yellow away, but I'm hoping that I can do... anything to improve them, even to just make them slightly less yellow? I've tried looking up what to do but it would talk about charcoal toothpaste or lemon peels on your teeth and I thought... man I am not a dentist but that doesn't sound right 😭 so I'm afraid of messing up my teeth, so I thought I'd just uh, ask a dentist lol. I know there's probably no way for me to get perfect pearly whites unless if I got some drastic work done, but god I want anything better than just. yellow. I've had yellow teeth my whole life and I've always felt so ashamed of them and any time I miss acting I think about how my teeth would probably prevent me from landing any roles as well. So sorry for the long rant, thank you for reading this 💕
Anon, I don't know you and I can't see you, so my first reccomendation is to see a good dentist who can give you actual medical advice tailored to your needs. No stranger on the internet can substitute for a medical professional in real life.
Now I want you to do an image search for "Vita A3". This should bring up different colour rings/models for prosthetic teeth. Look at how yellow those are. Normal teeth are slightly yellow. Most people are an A3, unless they are very young. Having celebrity white teeth is not normal. Ryan Gosling doesn't even look like Ryan Gosling 90% of the time, it's the work of stylists and photo editors to make him look like that. Do an image search for Pete Potlewaithe and maybe watch a few of his movies because there are so many wonderful actors who are not cookie-cutter pretty and that doesn't stop them being amazing actors. If you get a stage role the whiteness of your teeth will not matter one bit.
The first thing you should definitely do is get a professional tooth cleaning. It might be pricey where you live, but it's definitely worth it for your dental health and you might discover that a lot of the yellow was on top of your teeth as stains and not the actual base colour. This is always step one. If you're happy with the colour of your teeth after that you should look at what you put into your mouth will stain your teeth and maybe change your brushing technique and habits. A heavy tea drinker can go from a C5 all the way up to a A2 colour just by removing a few months worth of stains. Once calculus and stains have hardened it becomes impossible to remove them by brushing at home. Any "whitening" toothpaste is just more abrasive and will damage your teeth in the long run.
If your teeth are truly too yellow and not just a bit stained you can get them gently whiter with at-home bleaching, but once again you will need a dentist to get you started with that and supervise it. You'd need to invest in a set of bleaching trays made for your mouth, which are pricey, but you can use them for years if they're professionally made. Then you fill those with a few drops of a good tooth whitening gel that your dentist orders for you and wear them for a few weeks, either for a whole night, or a few hours each day, depending on what you use. After a few weeks you will notice the effect. At-home whitening gels in high-quality custom trays are the best way to do whitening in my opinion. The faster a method is the less gentle it is on your teeth. You can reuse the trays basically forever (as long as they still fit- they might not if you get work done), teeth get darker again over time. Most of my patients who bleach do it again around every three years, but only have to buy the gel again.
Never, Ever NEVER buy anything off the internet. There are charlatans and copycats that will sell you fakes, and at worst poison. Your dentist can order directly from a reputable manufacturer or make sure you order the right product for you directly from them.
In conclusion:
There is no substitute for getting into a dentist's chair.
The most natural way to whiten your teeth is to have them professionally cleaned and brush well at home.
Teeth are a pale yellow not a stark white in their natural state.
Hollywood teeth are not real and you shouldn't beat yourself up for not having them.
Go see a dentist IRL.
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All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 18
*Warning Adult Content*
Aiden
"So are you done with... you know what?" Liam whispered in ear as we were sitting on the gym bleachers.
It was PE the last period of the day and his class had to share our teacher because theirs was on maternity leave.
So Liam was going to be in my class for the rest of the semester.
I didn't know how I felt about it, he just made me nervous.
But I knew after yesterday he was going to be a cool ally, what with the whole Aiden against the school thing.
"I... I don't know," I answered truthfully.
He knew my problem and he made it clear he wasn't going to stop trying to help so why lie to him.
"You're doing well though, you've been clean since Saturday I can see it in your eyes. There much clearer and you're not yelling at people to 'suck your balls' and whatnot," he joked and I nodded, letting out an embarrassing laugh.
"I did that?" I asked him and he nodded.
"Yes and it would have been funny under different circumstance. I just want you healthy Aiden. And taking drugs is going to hurt you one day and I can't have that," he told me a sincere look in his eyes.
I looked over at him surprised that he cared so much.
"Promise me you won't do it anymore," he begged with his beautiful eyes.
I didn't answer him instead I turned to look around the gym watching everyone talking or playing basketball.
The teacher had given us a free day so I decided to relax.
Liam bent back on his elbow watching me, I could feel his eyes on my back.
"Liam," some guy called him from the court.
"Come join us man."
Liam hesitated for a second before getting up and headed over.
I watched them pass him the ball and he took off... dodging the others with inhuman reflexes and speed.
I watched in awe as he swept the floor with them all.
He high fived some tall black guy. I laughed when our PE teacher joined in cracking jokes with the guys.
The game progressed and things were getting heated and I mean in both ways.
A groan slipped from my lips as I saw Liam snatch his shirt off along with a couple others but they were nothing compared to him.
He was like a god out there... a muscular Adonis with sweaty delectable abs and biceps and I was drooling over his prominent V-line just before it disappeared into his shorts.
This is torture. UGH.
"Well you look like you're really in this game," I jumped from the voice.
Snapping my head to the side I looked up to find a very pretty girl with dyed red hair standing over me.
Her genuine looking smile lowered my guard a bit.
"Yeah," I muttered.
She laughed and sat next to me and held out her hand.
"I'm Robin and your Aiden right?" I nodded slowly and shook her hand.
"That's me."
She flashed me a pair of impressive pearly whites.
"I'm kind of new here," she confessed. "But I have heard all about you."
"That's... that's great," I stuttered and she laughed again... she sure was happy.
"Don't worry I love that you're gay," she stated.
My eyes widened at her.
"Really?" I asked and she nodded enthusiastically.
"Hell yeah, it so nice to have a fellow gay around here," she said shocking the hell out of me.
"Y-you're....?"
"Loud and proud," her big brown eyes gazing at me excitedly.
"Girls all day," she said slapping my shoulder.
I smiled at her feeling a weight being lifted off my shoulders.
'I'm not alone.'
"Actually my brothers gay as well, the parental have no idea how I ended up being a lesbian and my brother gay. But hey it's whatever," she ranted all bubbly and happy, you couldn't not smile and be a little happy when your around her.
"Who's your brother?" I asked.
"Caleb," she said pointing her finger over to a group of scene kids and skater boys talking.
"He's the one that looks like the emo in the group... yep that's my twin."
I nodded as I looked at the guy with dark brown hair that hung in his face, he wore semi black skinny jeans with a gray band t-shirt.
He was pretty cute.
"Alright everyone get changed," the coach yelled wiping the sweat from his face with his shirt.
"Well I'll see you tomorrow," Robin said skipping over towards her brother.
"Yeah," I said but I doubt she could hear me.
Making my way down the bleachers I headed towards the lockers when a damp arm draped over my shoulder.
"You should have joined us Aiden," Liam said smiling down at me and I shook my head.
"So you guy could have wiped the floor with me? No thank you."
I get enough of that at home.
"Oh... come on, we would have been easy on you," he teased of breath as he tightening his arm around my neck pulling me into his chest playfully.
Little did he know I was going to burst from every seam just being in this position with him?
Chuckling I pushed away from him reluctantly as we walked into the locker rooms.
Heading over to my locker I changed my shorts since I never took my shirt off.
I wouldn't want to, not with Liam there to witness all the fading bruises.
Brent hadn't touched me since I first got these and I was hoping it stayed that way.
I just kept my distance from him like he was the plague.
My lip was healing as well... I got hell from Jay about it along with my mom.
Liam left his shirt off and stuffed everything in his bag for football practice. He was just going to head straight there.
"So are you going to be there for my first game?" he asked out of the blue. I looked up at him in surprise.
"Y-you want me to be there?" I stuttered.
He nodded stuffing the last of his stuff in his bag before giving me all his attention.
His amazing hazel eyes trapped me hostage, I felt like a dear caught in head lights. His handsome face softened.
"I mean if you don't want to go it cool, I'm not forcing you or anything," he said sounding a little dejected.
I shook out of my daze and quickly answered him back.
"No... I mean, I-I'll... I'll be there," I said failing at hiding my excitement.
"Cool," he said throwing his bag over his shoulder.
"You coming," he gestured for the door.
I looked around a noticed everyone was gone now. Slowly I nodded and followed him out.
"So who was that girl you were talking to? I've seen her around before, I hear she's kind of weird," he said as we walked to my locker.
"Her named Robin, she is a little weird but I like weird," I told him looking up to see him turned towards me and a wide smile on his face. I frowned a little embarrassed.
"What?"
He shook his head.
"Nothing," he said quietly that smile still on his face.
"Okay..."
Once at my locker I noticed a new batch of offensive words. I just sigh and put in my combination.
"Who the fuck keeps doing this," Liam hissed as he glared at my locker and I just shrugged.
"It doesn't matter," I tell him like it was no big deal even though it hurt to see.
He growled, like an actually growl and I stare up at him in shock.
"Are you okay?" I asked watching him with a frown.
"This is bullshit..." he snarled his eyes piercing into mine intensely.
There was that feeling again, I could feel his anger like a heat wave and out of instinct I stepped closer to him placing my hand on his stomach.
The tingles came rushing into my fingers as they touched his bare abs.
I forgot he wasn't wearing a shirt but I never took them off, my gaze never moved from his.
"Liam," I said softly and he visibly started to calm.
He sighed deeply as he closed his eyes and we stayed like that for a while and because the halls were empty I felt comfortable doing it.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked him.
Opening his eyes I noticed they were yellow, I gasped as he quickly pulled me into his arms and hugged me.
I was a little stunned before I hugged him back.
A crazy current of electricity started throughout my entire body.
I loved it... it felt so good that I let out a little moan.
His arm tightened as I felt his breath on my neck sending me spiraling into frenzy.
My heart was beating at an erratic pace. I felt his lips meet the base of my neck and I shivered in pleasure.
What was he doing to me?
Without thinking I gave him access by tilting my head to the side and held him closer.
"Liam," I whimpered his name as my breathing became irregular.
All too soon he moved away from me he looked startled and breathing hard.
Backing up a little more, he picked his bag up.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly before rushed off down the hall.
I watched him practically run away from me and my body was demanding that I stop him but couldn't bring myself to do it.
I probably freaked him out with my stupid moans and whimpers.
Turning back to my locker I grabbed my stuff.
'Way to go, Aiden' I though slamming my locker shut.
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Blowjob + Exhibitionism.
Pairing: Miguel OHara x Reader.
Includes: Oral(M receiving), Hair pulling, Praise, AFAB but no assigned looks, pronouns, etc., no use of Y/n or Name. NOT PROOFED.
Word count: 845.
Art: The amazing shuploc.
Summary: Rubbing softly up and down for a moment, thumb pad swiping over the tip with a little look up to him, you could tell his patience was waning with you and with the employee that continued talking. He was white knuckling his chair's arm as he nodded through clenched jaw.
Some days you’d bring Miguel lunch, coming by to his office and dropping it off to wish him a good day, you’d give him either little notes if you couldn’t go in or if you were allowed to see him you’d chat for a bit before leaving.
What wasn’t expected today was your lips stretched deliciously around his cock, mascara having ran from the tears that had either threatened to spill or had spilled down your cheeks from the way his tip hit the back of your throat. But that’s where you were, under his desk, on your knees, looking up at him.
His hands wrapped in your hair as you moved at a languid pace, drool looking at the corners of your lips as you gagged softly around his length every now and again when he’d buck his hips. “So damn good..just what I needed.” He murmured softly, then you felt like your heart dropped out of you when a soft knock rapped through the door. Your eyes flickered to him as he held a calm demeanor, his hands immediately letting go of your hair.
“Come in.” He called and in another worker came, wanting to discuss something about data or whatever, you weren’t too focused on that. Instead you wanted to tease Miguel. Just as he began discussing things you slowly pulled off his length to plant a kitten lick to the tip, noticing the way his jaw tended slightly.
His eyes darted down to you for a moment in a silent warning as the worker droned on about the issues and what not, but you’d never been one to listen to his little warnings. You also knew he was one who loves to see you lipstick or gloss or whatever you’d felt like wearing that day spotted on his dick in soft kiss marks, and you were going to utilize that.
Rubbing softly up and down for a moment, thumb pad swiping over the tip with a little look up to him, you could tell his patience was waning with you and with the employee that continued talking. He was white knuckling his chair's arm as he nodded through clenched jaw.
Then his hand only gripped it tighter when you began down at the hilt placing soft kisses leaving marks in your wake, not stopping till you reached the top planting a soft kiss while making eye contact with him. That pushed him over, he looked at the employee who was so busy talking or more like ranting that they didn’t notice him putting his hand on the back of your head and pushing you slowly onto his cock earning a muffled quiet giggle from you.
He pushed you until you almost gagged, eyes watering again softly until he retracted his hand, moving his hips ever so slightly. But you didn’t move, you only let out soft quiet barely heard hums sending vibrations all about his hardened length. This went on for almost a good 4 maybe even 8 minutes and the employee had been talking for almost 20, eventually he let out an exhale.
“Right I understand your frustration, I’ll look it over, thank you for bringing this to my attention you're dismissed.” Miguel said a bit snappily but who could blame him, you looked so pretty wrapped around his cock, makeup smudged and eyes focused on him.
As soon as his door shut with a click he couldn’t help himself, “Sending me into a panic god..” he murmured, “But your such a pretty sight wrapped around me.” He praised softly as you began to move again, his hand coming to rest on your head again with a content groan, soft pearly fangs bared slightly from his lips.
Finding a steady rhythm you started up again, the sounds of his breathy pants and groaned out praise filled the office as he occasionally murmured out how that conversation was getting to long and he couldn’t wait for this causing a slight ache between your thighs at that you tried to solve by rubbing your thighs together softly.
“Oh? You like the thought of that huh..?” He asked with a hum as you sped up your pace, drool beginning to drip down your chin. “Fuck.” He gasped out as the way you gagged had him end around him, “That’s it..so damn good.” Miguel groaned out his grip on your hair and head becoming looser.
His lips parted and his breathing became ragged, soft desperate ruts of his hips signaling to you he was close as well as his cock twitching slightly in your mouth, then he stilled you slightly, spurts of cum pouring down your throat and what not. After a minute he pulled out softly with content exhale when you swallowed.
His hand finding your cheek rubbing softly, “Your too damn good to me I swear.” He helped you off your knees planting a kiss to your lips and soft pat to your ass as you fixed your makeup and what not to head out of his office.
#miguel o'hara#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara smut#cupidssorbettlibrary#atsv miguel#miguel ohara#miguel spiderverse
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