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ivory-lamps · 8 months ago

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A22: Secret Journal Exchange

Characters: Yodaka, Nagi, Netaro, Toi & Daniel Location: Hakodate Summary: The protagonist and co. visit the morning market and buy souvenirs for their co-workers and friends, but the pathway is small and cramped. They decide to help the tourists who are having a hard time in the area. Proofreader: Shay

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Translator’s Notes ☽.‎˖

Arajiru: Soup made from fish bones, vegetables and konjac; can either be clear or with miso.

Daimon Yokocho: This is a collection of 26 bars and eateries in downtown Hakodate.

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Momiji / Kaede: The morning markets are always so lively!

Yodaka: There are local chefs coming here to purchase their ingredients, so it must mean that it’s a great market.

Let’s buy some souvenirs for Danny and Toi.

Momiji / Kaede: Putting aside Chief who couldn’t make it out of bed, it’d be nice if Toi could cheer up soon.

Nagi: …… I can smell hunger.

Netaro: Look. There’s something called “[1]arajiru” and white rice being sold over there!

*Nagi inches away from Netaro*

Nagi: ……

Momiji / Kaede: Oh, “arajiru”. You can have it with squid, the local specialty, of course, but you can also have it with sashimi or ikura.

Yodaka: You can have the fruits of the sea right then and there? That’s great for tourists.

Momiji / Kaede: Yes, let’s take a look with everyone later!

(But…)

Tourist A: Hmm, there’s not a lot of space to walk…

Tourist B: It’s a popular market, so there are a lot of products here.

Tourist C: Which queue is this for? I can’t tell.

Tourist D: Kazuo! Look where you’re going or you’ll trip over the cardboard boxes!

Momiji / Kaede: (The path is blocked by the tourists and the cardboard boxes…! Alright, I need to help them out here…!)

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Momiji / Kaede: Okay, the tourists and the cardboard boxes are all dealt with! It should make it easier for tourists to look around now!

Yodaka: Oh, Netaro-kun has disappeared.

Nagi: Ah, he ran off to the squid-fishing corner.

Yodaka: Heh… There’s an odd innocence to him – he’s like a small child.

It makes me feel nostalgic just thinking that I was once like that, too…

*A beep sound is heard*

Momiji / Kaede: (Hm? Yodaka-san’s brows are knitted…)

What’s the matter? Are you okay?

Yodaka: …My apologies. I just had a little headache.

Nagi: Oh, do you want to take a break?

Yodaka: I’m fine – it happens often. Anyway, would ten be enough?

Momiji / Kaede: Ten?

Yodaka: I’m talking about crabs. It looks like they can be sent via refrigerated delivery, so I figured we could get some for our co-workers in HAMA.

Momiji / Kaede: Uh, but that’s red king crab…

Nagi: One of them would cost half a month’s worth of food money for me…

Yodaka: Scallops sound great, too. Excuse me, I’ll take 30 of these. Maybe I should also buy some squid and salmon – I’ll ask Yukikaze to make a seafood stew.

Momiji / Kaede: A–Are you sure you want to buy so much?

Yodaka: Hm? We also have teenage boys who are going through their growth spurt, so there’s never enough.

Momiji / Kaede: (He’s so considerate…!)

P–Please let me help you with the bags! What will you do, Nagi-kun?

Nagi: Ah… I’d like to help too, but there’s a shop I’d like to visit…

Momiji / Kaede: Okay. See you later, then!

Nagi: Excuse me, I’d like one rose, lavender, wisteria and an azalea branch, please.

Yes, please send them all to this hotel. …Thank you.

(Alright… I’ve got more flowers added to the ones I need to hand out. That should be enough while I’m travelling.)

Hm?

Netaro: Munch, munch. Phew~ These ikura are so chewy!

Nagi: (Netaro is eating at the foodcourt. By himself…)

……

Netaro: Now, this is what you call eating life. That’s what it tastes like. And then we have this crab arajiru!

*Nagi walks closer*

Nagi: ……

Netaro: ARAjiru… hm, how is it pronounced again? AraJIRU? Mmm… I dunno…

*Nagi closes up on Netaro*

Nagi: It’s the latter.

Netaro: ! Gii!

Nagi: …I was just a bit curious, is all.

Netaro: Weren’t you avoiding me because I traumatised you?

Nagi: Ugh.

Netaro: You’re not afraid of me anymore?

Nagi: …No, I still am.

…… I know I could’ve ignored you but…

I realised that you might be feeling lonely usually.

Netaro: …Hm?

Nagi: I don’t know… if you’ve really come to a faraway place alone. But you’re here at a place you have no ties or connections to, and you’re eating ikura all by yourself.

…It made me wonder if you’re lonely.

Netaro: “Lonely”.

Nagi: Yeah. You must feel lonely and miss your family or friends from time to time, right?

Netaro: Friends…

Oh~!! I laughed my butt off earlier since the squid I saw at the fishing corner before looked exactly like my superior! I definitely couldn’t eat that squid, so I didn’t.

Nagi: O–Oh… I see.

Netaro: Why would you feel “lonely” if you think about your family and friends?

Nagi: Is it a feeling aliens don’t understand? Like you guys don’t have the organ for it…?

Netaro: ……

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Boy: Netaro… you don’t feel lonely? Maybe that’s why you don’t understand.

Netaro: ……

Nagi: Netaro?

Netaro: Humans get lonely when they’re by themselves, right? A human I met before taught me that.

Nagi: Yeah. Being by yourself is lonely and it doesn’t make you happy.

There are delicious ikura here, but being unable to share that deliciousness with others makes people unhappy.

Your happiness can be doubled if you spend time with them…

Netaro: Doubled!? By what logic!?

Nagi: With 2 people, the sad things can be halved…!

Netaro: What makes you say that!?

Nagi: People feel happiness for the very first time when they share their lives with someone else. That’s what I think, anyway. No, that has to be true. It has to be right.

Netaro: How mysterious and utterly incomprehensible!

Nagi: You haven’t been on Earth for very long, Netaro. I need to teach you about these things as the representative for all of humanity.

Netaro: How trustworthy! Thanks!

Nagi: (Huh, I guess I’m not feeling so scared anymore…)

(In fact, Netaro just seems like an innocent kid.)

Momiji / Kaede: What’re you guys talking about?

Nagi: Oh, Manager.

Netaro: Gii taught me that being by yourself is lonely and that it makes you unhappy.

Momiji / Kaede: T–That sounds like a serious topic for a conversation.

Nagi: U–Uh, not really…

Momiji / Kaede: But, hmm, I think there are all sorts of different ways to live. Well, I guess that’s the common opinion.

Netaro: Mmm, I wanna learn more!

Momiji / Kaede: Oh, Yodaka-san’s coming over. If you two have finished eating, let’s get going.

Nagi: Okay.

Netaro: …Still, Gii, you…

You said the same things he did.

Toi: Ugh… sniffle…

(We… haven’t stopped our journal exchange.)

(But I wonder how many times I’ve cried seeing Aa-chama’s reply…)

Sniffle…

*Toi flips through the pages*

“Why is Ani-sama avoiding me?”

“Perhaps he thought he wouldn’t have any choices in life if he stayed with you.”

“But he cannot run away – just as he cannot change the blood flowing through his veins.”

“Shall I lend you a hand?”

Toi: …………

Will… Ani-sama come back to me if I borrow Aa-chama’s power? He won’t leave me again, will he…?

……

Daniel: PT~! Over here. Face this way.

??: “Meow~”

Daniel: Alright, alright. I’m gonna be leaving soon. Be a good kitty and wait for me, okay~?

Momiji / Kaede: Daniel-san, what’re you doin– …Oh! PT!

You were watching your pet camera video? You asked Nayuki-kun to take care of your cat, right?

Daniel: Yeah. But it just makes me wanna go home~!

Yodaka: So the little kitty I saw around HAMA House was Danny’s pet cat.

Netaro: You have a pet cat!? I wanna pet it.

Nagi: Me, too. I wouldn’t even mind getting bitten.

Daniel: Why do you think you’re gonna get bitten, Nagi?

PT’s the cutest cat in the world! I’ll introduce you guys when we’re back.

Momiji / Kaede: Shumai’s going to sulk if it realises PT is more popular.

Netaro: That green pea doesn’t want to get close to me…

Momiji / Kaede: (Shumai was growling a lot when they first met, too…)

Yodaka: By the way, what should we do about dinner tonight?

Momiji / Kaede: Oh, right. We haven’t decided yet.

You need to make a reservation to eat at the hotel’s buffet… so it’ll either have to be a restaurant downstairs or somewhere outside…

Toi: [2]Daimon Yokocho.

Momiji / Kaede: Woah… that gave me a fright. Toi-kun?

Toi: We’ll have dinner at Daimon Yokocho.

Momiji / Kaede: Huh?

Netaro: Toi~ Are you awake?

Toi: …Silence.

Hurry up and get to your feet. We’ll meet outside.

Momiji / Kaede: (He left…)

Netaro: ……

Daniel: W–What was that about? He was like a completely different person.

Momiji / Kaede: I wonder what happened. Is it something related to Ryui-kun…?

Yodaka: Did he end up like that after being so depressed?

Daniel: I dunno what’s happening to young folks these days.

Nagi: …… …He changed his way of speaking and is acting cold and blunt…

Ah…!

Don’t tell me he’s going through that sort of teenage phase…?

Yodaka: …By that, do you mean that?

Daniel: Ohh, like when a typhoon comes, they’ll stare up at the sky and mumble, “Here it comes…” or something…?

Nagi: They’ll wrap both arms in bandages and wear an eyepatch…

Momiji / Kaede: What~? Toi-kun is just a year older than you, Nagi-kun.

Daniel: It’s different for everybody.

Netaro: I have no idea what everyone is talking about.

Yodaka: In any case, it means we shouldn’t question how Toi’s acting and should go with the flow, Netaro.

Netaro: I see!

Nagi: When he turns back to normal, we’ll pretend it never happened.

Daniel: That would be the perfect adult response.

Momiji / Kaede: Okay, we’ll go with that.

(I'm worried about Toi-kun… we have to find Ryui-kun, too. I hope Toi-kun will be back to normal in a day or two…!)

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loki-hargreeves · 3 years ago

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I See Blue

Pairing: Blue Jones x fem!Reader Warnings/Tags: 18+ only! DUB-CON, sex pollen, reader gets drugged, possessiveness, oral [f!receiving], daddy kink, derogatory name calling, a lot of teasing, light choking, dacryphilia, reader is in pain [side effect of the sex pollen], Blue refers to the reader as a ‘thing’ a few times [sweet thing etc], unprotected p in v, creampie, paranoia, a little bit of aftercare, implied murder [revenge] - if there’s something I’ve forgotten, please let me know! I just proofread this once so there could be typos Word Count: 6,9K Summary: Someone drugged you with sex pollen and only Blue Jones can make you feel better. He can’t just let you suffer, now can he? A/N: Please don’t read this is any of the mentioned warnings might disturb you. Otherwise, I hope you like it! This is the first time I’ve written for Blue so I’m a little nervous but it was fun :)

DISCLAIMER! Although I wrote Blue Jones to be kind of soft and caring, he’s a dark character canonically and this fic explores some dark themes (he literally runs a brothel). If you haven’t watched Sucker Punch, you may not know that so I just wanted to let you know before you proceed. Minors DO NOT INTERACT!

YOUR POV

Blue always had his eyes set on you.

That’s why he was the first to notice that you never left the dressing room when everyone else did. It was late, late enough for it to be pitch black outside and silence to linger in the large building. The music was been turned off and the chit chat of clients and the other girls had mellowed out. You could surely hear a pin drop now.

He would never tell a soul but he was worried about you, as worried as Blue Jones could be over another person. After all, you were his best girl. The little dagger deep in his mind. You were the center of his dreams, at day and at night. The protagonist of his dirtiest fantasies.

As he paced down the dim corridor, some of the guards glanced at Blue and stepped side instinctively. No one wanted to be in his way ever. They either feared him or respected him. Blue believed it was mixture of both.

Finally, he reached the dressing room. He didn’t understand why you’d stay here so long after closing. If you needed ‘alone time’, there were better places to be.

“Now what do we have here?” Blue pushed the door open to the dressing room, seeing you sitting by a vanity. He instantly noticed the way you were slouched over the cluttered surface, not even turning around when he entered the room like you usually would’ve. Blue had noticed the way you looked at him. He knew of your feelings because you made them so painfully obvious.

Were you sleeping?

He watched as your chest rose quickly, too quickly for someone who’d be resting. Almost as if you were panting, out of breath despite just sitting down. The corset you were wearing looked uncomfortable, paired with all the glittery and golden accessories you had word tonight while serving drinks to clients. Even the red heels were still securely on your feet. Nothing about your position seemed comfortable.

Blue furrowed his brows, walking all the way to your side and then placing his hand between your shoulder blades as he leaned closer. That’s when he noticed that you definitely weren’t asleep. No. You were holding back tears and for some reason you refused to look at him.

If someone hurt you then god have mercy on them because Blue certainly wouldn’t.

“What’s the matter, sugar?” Blue’s hand travelled up your spine, his warm fingers now tracing the necklace that was around your neck, gold complimenting your complexion. His touch made shivers run down your spine. He had no idea what he was doing to you.

“Talk to me.”

“Blue...” You whimpered as if you were in pain. The longer he was there, touching you, allowing his cologne to seep into your lungs, the worse you felt. There was a fire within you that kept growing. You wanted Blue more than ever. In fact, you were convinced if he didn’t relieve the pain you felt you would pass out soon. This strong desire scared you.

Since you weren’t speaking, Blue scanned the vanity, looking for clues. Anything really that could help him figure out what was going on. It didn’t take long for him to spot the tiny glass jar that had been opened, its contents already gone. The heart-shaped logo on the paper revealed the truth; you were drugged. It wasn’t any ordinary drug, no. That was a nasty form of an aphrodisiac, something clients had begun sneaking into the place.

Blue hated it.

His girls were good, they were fucking fantastic! He had worked his ass off to ensure this harmony. None of them needed to be drugged by shitty potions that Blue most certainly didn’t trust. Clients were getting too comfortable breaking Blue’s rules these days. Blue considered himself as your protector and he was furious over the fact that someone had slipped shit like that under his roof without him catching them in the act.

The worst part was that the effects wouldn’t wear off in days unless someone did something about it. He knew you must’ve been burning up inside, like a fever was raging within your veins. Your poor cunt must’ve been weeping for some relief.

Whoever had dared to give that to you, his most precious little thing, would have to face every ounce of Blue Jones’ wrath. The end results wouldn’t be pretty.

Rage enveloped Blue momentarily as he grabbed the empty bottle. Within a second, he had thrown it in the opposite direction and the glass smashed into bits and pieces against the wall, scattering all over the floor. The loud collision must’ve alerted others but most were used to Blue’s temper tantrums by now. Breaking things never made him feel any better but he had to do it anyway.

“Fuck!” Blue cursed, running his hand through his dark locks. “Who the fuck gave that to you?” The words echoed in the otherwise silent room, surely far into the corridors too.

By the sounds of it, Blue was mad; enraged. Deep in your head, you were convinced he was mad at you. Right now, the last thing you wanted was to upset him. God, you couldn't do that. The thought alone made your heart hurt. You wanted to be good for him, like you always were.

“I’m sorry,” You mewled, using all your strength to sit up straight and look at him, ignoring the wetness between your legs. Did he see how you were trembling? Not from fear but from the otherwise intense feelings you felt, the desire to be fucked until sunrise by Blue. If he could tell, you were far past the point of feeling embarrassed.

“Who gave this to you?” Blue needed to know, gently grabbing your jaw so he could look right in your teary eyes. Those deep brown eyes of his were full of rage, but also concern, the black makeup and dark lashes making his gaze a thousand times more intense. His fingertips felt like ice on your otherwise boiling hot skin. And god did it feel nice when the rest of your body felt like it had been hit by a bus.

“It hurts,” You struggled to focus on the simple question he asked you. By now, there was a knot in your stomach that felt much like cramps. The uncomfortable ache rendered you weak and desperate. You felt ill and Blue was the only medicine.

“I know,” Blue nodded slightly, “I know, baby. I’m not mad at you. Just tell me who did this and I’ll make you feel better. How does that sound?” That man was so convincing, his words like golden honey. There was something about him that made you blatantly ignore everything your brain was warning you about. It had always been this way.

The first thing you felt was relief. It crashed upon you like a tidal wave when you heard his promise. All you had to do was answer his question and then you’d be all his. Blue would be all yours, too.

Finally, you gave him what he wanted, a name, someone to blame;

“Hector Dunn.”

That was a familiar name, one Blue could put a face to immediately. That sleazy old bastard. Hector thought he was untouchable, often disrespecting everyone he met. Even Blue.

“He said it was perfume, t-that I should wear it tomorrow,” The confession made you feel stupid now but how could you have known? It wasn’t often you received gifts anyway so when this happened, you had let your guard down. It was easy to see where you had gone wrong looking back.

“I just wanted to smell it,” That part you revealed more like a whisper, upset that someone had fooled you and that now you felt so damn uncomfortable and sick.

By now, Blue’s blood had reached a boiling point. Tomorrow was supposed to be a show day. Whatever Dunn had planned was certainly not coming true. Blue would make sure of it.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, sweetheart,” Blue was happy you had told him the truth, despite how angry he felt too. He knew you’d be good and tell him. That’s what he loved about you, his good little girl, never letting him down or trying to betray him. So obedient and all for him.

“I’m sorry...” Guilt was eating you up alive nearly as quickly as the mystery substance in your body was turning you into a horny mess.

“Shh,” Blue cut you off, pressing his finger on your soft lips, “Don’t apologize. You’ve been good for me. It’s not your fault. I’m gonna make you feel better and everything will be just fine, yeah?”

His words made you whimper which seemed to be completely out of your control. By now,even the smallest touch felt like heaven. Knowing what was to come turned your brain to putty.

You watched in awe as he slid his silver jacket off, throwing it over the back of the chair you were sitting on. Immediately after, he loosened his midnight black tie, never taking his eyes off of you. The sight that was unfolding before you was unreal, almost too good to be true. Seeing Blue like that did things to you that had never happened before. Your heart was hammering against your rib cage now, taking up so much space that it nearly took your breath away.

Blue wasn’t sure if it was merely being in your presence that got him longing for you within seconds or if the remnants of the ‘perfume’ was still lingering in the air and affecting him. Either way, he wanted you and now he finally had you. This was a moment you both had dreamt of for months but perhaps under different circumstances.

At last, Blue gave you the attention you craved. He pulled you up to your feet with a force that made you throw your arms around him for support. Not only that, your legs were much like jelly at this point. You weren’t sure if you were able to stand on your own. He pushed you by your hip so that you were leaning against the vanity, pressed between it and Blue. His hips met yours and despite the layers of clothes, you felt his cock against your body, pulsing and revealing just how much he wanted you.

And his lips were so close to yours. Blue cupped your face and stared at those crimson lips hungrily, suddenly feeling starved.

“Please, Blue, I need you.”

That was the last push he needed. Blue was hooked, completely yours now. He smiled, his nose brushing against yours,

“You’ve got me, sweetheart.”

He kissed you, pressing his lips on yours fiercely. A moan ripped from your mouth as you tasted him, felt his warm lips on yours. There was a hint of whiskey on his lips, tobacco on his tongue that pushed into your mouth. It was intoxicating, you wanted everything he had to offer.

When Blue’s hands found the ribbon in your back that kept the corset together, he tugged at it shamelessly, letting it loosen and then he pulled it off. He couldn’t resist breaking the kiss to look at your chest, taking in the beautiful sight of your tits, the way your nipples perked up when the cool air met your skin. He wished he could remember the sight for the rest of his days.

“Beautiful,” Blue purred, cupping your boobs harshly, making you gasp at how good it felt. As his hands began massaging the sensitive breasts, his lips returned to yours into a messy kiss. As his fingers rubbed over your nipples, you swore you saw stars. His touch was pure magic.

“You’re so...fucking stunning...and all mine,” Blue never wanted anyone to even look at you the wrong way anymore. He wanted you all for himself, not giving a damn about how selfish it made him.

Greedily, you ran your fingers through his hair and then closed your hand into a fist, pulling his head back roughly and in doing so breaking the kiss. Blue hardly had time to show how surprised he was as you lunged at his neck, tasting his salty skin and licking over his pulse. You needed to find his sweet spot and hear the pretty sounds he most certainly could make.

Blue would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t love the way you were handling him, so fucking needily. You were going to take what you needed from him and Blue was more than willing to give it all to you. He adored the slight pain from the way you tugged at his hair when it mixed with the pleasure of your skilled tongue and lips torturing his neck so blissfully.

“So fucking eager,” Blue groaned as you licked over that one spot that made his knees weak. That’s when you finally got what you wanted, a moan from him, and gods did you love it. That was music to your ears.

Eventually you loosed the grip on his hair and began fumbling with the buttons of his white shirt, needing it off now. Blue decided to help you with that and within seconds, it was on the floor among your corset. There was a thin layer of sweat over his chest and stomach, showing off how toned his body was. Blue looked like a statue carved by the ancient Greeks.

“Is this what you wanted?” Blue was cocky, practically beaming with confidence.

“Yes,” You felt drunk and thirsty for whatever he had to offer. As if to test the waters, you put your fingers on his chest and then dug your nails into his skin, feeling him. Blue clenched his jaw when you dragged your nails down, exploring the muscles on his belly. The rake of your nails made goosebumps rise over his skin. You were unreal.

Many people were terrified of him. Perhaps you were scared too but you certainly didn’t let it show. Blue thought it was a nice change to be touched by someone so shamelessly. You weren’t hiding the fact that there was nothing you wanted more than Blue, not even air.

“Such a good girl,” Blue grabbed your wrist harshly, dragging your hand away from him so he could bring it to his lips. Before he released you, he kissed your palm, then your wrist. Next thing you knew, his hands wrapped around your waist and his tongue licked a stripe up your neck. As he found the spot between your neck and shoulders that made you whimper, he bit you. It stung only for a moment as he started sucking the skin, making sure to leave a mark.

“Oh my...Blue!” You couldn’t help but moan, pulling his body closer to yours. You were convinced your panties were soaked at this point because of how aroused you felt. It was like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Despite the pain that threatened to make you crumble, everything Blue gave you felt ecstatic.

“That feels so good,” The words escaped your mouth, encouraging Blue to keep going.

“Yeah?” Blue smirked, lowering his head so he could kiss your collarbones, ever so surely nearing your soft breasts. Meanwhile his hands went even further down, tracing your sides and dipping between your legs.

“What about this?” Blue wondered which was instantly followed by his fingers pressing against your clothed cunt, feeling the obvious wet spot. Blue couldn’t believe how drenched you were and you had barely gotten started. It made his cock twitch in his pants, just the thought of what he was going to do to you.

Every word went flying out your brain when Blue rubbed circles over your clit, the fabric of the panties feeling rough against the sensitive bundle of nerves. All you could muster up as an answer was a deep moan as you tried to buck your hips against his hand, wanting more, more and more. Anyone could’ve walked in right now but neither of you cared.

Blue lowered himself onto his knees, looking up at you, his lips parting slightly as he hooked his fingers under your panties. When he tugged at them, you had to steady yourself against the vanity. He pulled them down slowly and you could only watch as his eyes fell, looking directly between your legs. That’s the first time you felt shy, heat spreading over your face.

“Look at you, glistening like a little slut,” Blue felt the water gathering on his tongue as his fantasies were coming closer to becoming true.

Fuck. His words were going right to your core. If he waited any longer, you’d surely faint.

“Blue please!”

“Please what, sugar?” Blue knew you were in pain. He almost felt cruel as he toyed with you but he couldn’t help it either. This was just too much fun.

As to make things harder for you, Blue caressed your lower back, tracing his fingers over the curve of your ass until he reached your thigh. He guided your leg over his shoulder, forcing you to spread your legs a little bit more in the process. He was so close, the scent of your desire crept into his lungs. Now it was nearly Blue’s turn to beg although he had no need to - he already had what he wanted right in his palm.

“Please touch me,” You pleaded in agony. He promised he’d make you feel better!

“Here?” Blue’s fingers traced your inner thigh, a curious look in his coffee coloured eyes as he glanced to see your reaction.

This man was going to be the death of you.

“No...”

“What about...” Blue thought out loud, now brushing his thumb over your hips and abdomen which almost tickled a little bit, “here?”

The teasing and the anticipation finally got to you. By now, your legs were trembling even when he was holding you and tears welled up in your eyes, wetting your mascara-coated eyelashes. You dug the heel of your shoe into his back just to get back at him but Blue didn’t seem budged at all.

“Do you want me to taste you?” Blue wondered, hardly able to hold himself back for much longer.

“Yes!” Finally he was giving you something to work with. “God yes...I need that.” The haze in your brain made it hard to think but you knew you wanted his pretty lips around your throbbing clit. That would be heaven on earth.

He didn’t waste another second. Blue was like an animal, seeing nothing but you and thinking of nothing but this deep urge, to satisfy the appetite he had for you. He pushed his tongue out and licked a stripe up your slit, tasting the wetness that collected on his tongue. Just like that, he was hooked for life. You tasted so fucking good and Blue Jones was parched.

The support the offered wasn’t enough, not when it felt like he injected ecstasy right into your veins as he lapped up your cunt. In a desperate attempt to stay on your feet, your grabbed a fistful of his hair, earning a low moan in return. His tongue pressed against your weeping hole, pushing in oh so deliciously. Instantly, the ache was dulled by the pleasure he brought you just by tasting you.

Blue pulled his head back momentarily, pleased to see the satisfaction on your face. You looked blissfully horny, absolutely lost in the moment. When he closed his lips around your clit and began sucking and nibbling on it, your body squirmed in response. Blue held onto you tighter, adjusting himself so that he was somehow even closer to your weeping cunt, your quivering leg locking him into position. There was no place he’d rather be.

As he teased your hole with a finger, collecting your juices, you let out a cry. Your walls were clenching around nothing and you wanted him to fill you up already. Somehow you knew that it was the only way to take your pain away, the only thing that could make you feel so euphoric. Only Blue.

“Please, Blue,” You were willing to beg for him to push his fingers into you.

Hearing you moaning his name was surreal. Blue cursed under his breath, sure that he’d cum in his pants if you kept moaning like that.

“You want to be filled, huh?” Blue raised an eyebrow at you, never stopping the delicious teasing as his fingers spread your wetness over your lips. “Do you want daddy’s fingers? Is that what you want?”

Before you could answer, Blue pushed two of his fingers into you with little resistance thanks to how wet you were. He felt how warm your soft walls were and imagining his cock deep inside you was almost too much. He couldn’t wait to fuck you like you deserved to be fucked.

Something about him calling himself daddy while fucking your tight hole with his fingers pushed you closer to the edge at an alarming rate. When he resumed eating you out, circling your clit with his tongue, you were doomed. The coil in your belly tightened at a dangerously, every thrust of his fingers pulling it closer to a snapping point.

“I’m close, daddy,” You tugged his hair, pulling him closer to you. Blue didn’t falter when he felt you bucking your hips to meet his mouth and fingers unabashedly, chasing that sweet, sweet high. Blue’s goal was that by the end of this, you’d be fucked senseless. He wanted you to cling to him and stay like that. He would make you cum as much as you needed and wanted. Blue was more than eager to please such a good girl as you.

Without ever tiring, Blue curled his fingers against that spot that made you see stars. His pushed his mouth onto your clit like a starved man, looking up at you and seeing your tits glistening under the artificial lighting. Right then and there you were more gorgeous than ever before, in his eyes at least. An angel. Yes, that’s exactly what you were.

“Please don’t stop! I’m gonna...gonna cum!” You wailed by now, not caring if anyone heard you. At that moment, the world outside the dressing room didn’t exist.

The coil snapped in your belly as you came, a shock wave of pleasure releasing all over your body. It hit you hard, intensely and it didn’t stop after one collision. Not at all. Blue kept torturing your clit as you grew impossibly sensitive, your walls throbbing around his fingers so hard he didn’t dare pull out just yet. Everything he did to you prolonged the pleasure and it felt like your orgasm never ended, waves crashing over you again and again.

“I can’t-” You gasped, struggling to catch your breath as you reluctantly pushed him away.

That’s when he slowed down, pulling his fingers out of you. They were glistening with your arousal. As Blue threw your leg off his shoulder and stood up, he slapped your sensitive clit, making you yelp in surprise. He had no right making you feel so good by being so cruel. But fuck, you loved it so much it was troubling.

“Feel any better?” Blue wondered, using his ‘clean’ hand to grab your jaw, guiding you closer to his lips.

“Mmhmm...” In fact, you did feel better but there was still a fire within you that needed to be put out. An itch so deep that had to be scratched. You needed him to fuck you until you couldn’t think straight. He didn’t need to be gentle with you at all. You were convinced you wouldn’t break.

“You want more don’t you?” Blue chuckled, pushing his slick fingers past your lips and pressing them down your tongue and coating each taste bud. Without being instructed, you sucked his fingers, loving how dirty he made you feel. You never broke eye contact as you circled your tongue around his fingers, tasting yourself on him. That must’ve been a clear enough yes.

Blue reached down to unbuckle his belt, his cock painfully hard. He managed to unbutton his pants and he let them fall down to his ankles. Within seconds, he was just in his boxers which hardly contained his throbbing member. You reached down to cup his length, still sucking on his fingers as you slowly began to stroke his cock.

When you felt just how big he was, you felt another wave of arousal gushing from your core. If you were dripping by now, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise.

“That’s it,” Blue growled as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ and proceeded to wrap his hand around your throat. Not for a long time, no. Just to give you a squeeze, a thrill of excitement.

“You’re gonna get what you want,” Blue promised, ripping your hand away for now. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and noticed the pre-cum that was glistening on his red tip. The veins and ridges stood out to you as you glanced down, lips parting in surprise at the sight.

“You’re so big,” You breathed out, stating the obvious and stroking his already giant ego.

All you wanted was for him to split you apart on that cock already. Seeing his dick instantly strengthened the cramps deep within you, forcing you to lean against Blue’s shoulder for support. A twinge of pain ripped from your stomach, forcing the salty tears to escape your pretty eyes.

When he saw you like that, brows furrowed and mascara beginning to run down your cheeks, he felt a little bit sorry for you. He was supposed to protect you and yet here you were, crying because he hadn’t kept a close enough eye on you, crying because you wanted his cock just that badly.

“I’ve got you, sweet thing,” Blue reassured you, pushing you against the table and helping you wrap your leg around his body for support. Carefully, he guided his length between your legs, running his tip up and down your slit a few times, trying to contain himself when he felt your hot lips rubbing his dick. You were going to drive him mad.

Nothing on this world compared to the feeling of his tip rubbing your clit, the way you could feel the ridges and veins on his cock as they brushed over the sensitive bud. Then finally, Blue pushed himself into you, sinking deeper and stretching you oh so well. His thick cock made your walls flutter around him, trying so hard to take all of him at once.

It’s like his cock knocked all the air out of your lungs. Your lips opened but you didn’t make a sound nor breathe, just immersed in the feeling of him filling you inch by inch.

“Holy fuck, it feels so good,” You didn’t think about your choice of words at all, as your senses were distracted by pure bliss. The slight discomfort from him stretching you was nothing compared to the agony you had been in moments earlier as a side effect of the thing you had breathed in. Now at last, the pain was gone. All you could focus on was the euphoric pleasure Blue brought you.

Usually, Blue would’ve made a comment about cursing. He wanted to make sure his good girl didn’t say such filthy things but truthfully, right now he didn’t care. Being deep inside of you and feeling your walls squeezing his dick nearly wiped his mind blank. You must’ve had otherwordly abilities because Blue swore he had never felt this way before. There was no logical explanation for it.

This time it was his turn to grab a fistful of your hair - not too roughly - pulling your head back and immediately kissing you. He felt how it affected you, his kiss alone making your cunt swallow more of him eagerly until he had fully bottomed out. You moaned into the kiss, tilting your head to deepen it. This time, his lips tasted like you. It was nasty, it was absolutely filthy but god did you adore everything about it.

“Mine,” Blue claimed against your mouth, releasing the grip on your hair only to once again wrap his hand around your neck. It fit like a necklace, so snugly, so perfect.

“Say it,” He needed to hear it from you as he began moving his hips, pulling back slightly before rocking right back into you.

“I’m yours!”

“That’s right,” Blue nodded, finding a slow yet steady pace to start with. He could feel everything, the spongy feeling of your walls pressing his length so delightfully.

“All yours, Blue...I’m all yours,” You promised him, sniffling as the inky tears burned your eyes.

“All mine?” He challenged you, smiling as he toyed with you. At least this time around you weren’t in pain. Knowing that he was making you feel so good and relieved made him so proud. No one else could ever compare.

Blue squeezed your throat when you struggled to answer, still letting you breathe but the pressure added to the delirious bliss you were feeling. Sure, it was Blue Jones. He had done terrible things right before your eyes but you trusted him, as foolish as it may have been. Part of you wanted him to choke you even harder.

“Yes, daddy. Only yours,” you tried to nod, hardly able to do so when you felt him picking up the pace. The room was filled with the sounds of his cock sinking into your wet cunt. Somehow that turned you on even more, knowing that those nasty sounds were caused by his cock pounding into you. Hearing just how drenched you were was shocking.

“Fuck, baby!” Blue cursed, his own desire growing stronger by the second. He pushed your back flat against the vanity, knocking over bottles of hairspray, make-up and all sorts of accessories, making a huge mess. The change of positions forced him to pull out for only a moment as he adjusted. His hands grabbed your ankles roughly as he pulled them over his shoulders, loving that you were still wearing your heels.

Being manhandled like that was a fantasy come true. You had dreamt of Blue taking you like this, your legs over his shoulders as he lined up with your entrance once more. This time, you had to grab the edge of the table for support as Blue slipped right back into you and picked up the pace.

The new position allowed you to feel him even deeper somehow. Like this, he was surely rearranging your guts. There was no escaping his fierce gaze as you were fucked to another state of reality. Blue couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was a man obsessed with the way your pretty lips parted and moans poured out of your mouth. The way you brows furrowed together and dark streaks of tears decorated your face was a sight he wanted painted and hung on his office wall.

“Look at you,” Blue grunted, making you tilt your head and look at the full length mirror on your side. “Look at you, angel. You’re taking me so well. So fucking well.” Blue glanced at the mirror as well, admitting to himself that you two looked really great like that. Made for each other.

As you were preoccupied with looking at your scandalous reflection, Blue kissed your ankle. He loosed the strap on the heel and pulled it off, throwing it away without looking where it landed. He grabbed your other ankle and repeated his actions, peppering kisses on your leg before guiding your weary legs around his body once more. Blue pulled you closer to the edge of the vanity which allowed him to lean over you.

“You’re so pretty,” Blue purred as he rolled his hips into yours, his lips tasting your neck. When he grabbed your breast and started tugging on your nipple, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. When that bastard pinched it painfully, you arched your back and cried out his name. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Absolutely stunning, my beautiful doll...”

“...Such a good little slut for me.”

At this point, trying to form a coherent sentence was impossible. You were hardly able to think, let alone speak as everything felt so wonderful. If he kept this up, you were sure you’d come again soon.

A particularly loud moan was a tell-tale sign that he was fucking right into the spot that would push you over the edge for sure. With a cocky smile on his face, Blue reached down to where your bodies met and he found your clit that was crying for some attention. He rubbed it furiously, vowing to not stop until you were shaking and cumming all over his cock.

“Oh my god!” You gasped as the pleasure began to overwhelm you - yet you needed him to go on as if your life depended on it. As his cock buried deep inside of you, hitting relentlessly against your spongy walls, you felt fuller than ever before. An orgasm was approaching at a rapid speed and all you needed was for him to keep doing exactly what it was he was doing now. As if mind and body separated, you longed for more although your tender body tried to escape this torturous bliss he was giving you.

“Cum for me!” Blue demanded, his face hovering above yours so you noticed how he was clenching his jaw, sweat covering his forehead as his vein stood out. You swore you had never seen a prettier man ever before in your life.

“You’ve been so good for daddy. Now come, baby. It’s okay.”

That’s the final push, the last bit of encouragement that you needed. You let go, your breath getting stuck in your lungs as your second orgasm enveloped your body and soul completely. For a moment, the world blurred. Dark specs scattered here and there, threatening to spread everywhere. If you were moaning, you certainly didn’t realize it, too fucked out to care.

All that you could feel was pleasure and relief. Your heart was racing in your chest and the corners of your lips curled into a satisfied smile.

“Thank you...” No words compared to the gratitude you felt then. Who knew what kind of agony you’d be in if Blue had turned his back on you.

Blue never slowed down. He chased his high and dug his fingers into your waist and hips. He wasn’t far behind. In fact, when he felt your walls milking his cock, hugging him tighter and tighter as you were cumming, he couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Fill me up, please,” You reached down to grab his hand, needing him to fill you to the brim as you were in this lustful state. Logic and sense were not present in the moment.

That was a dangerous request to make for a man like him because Blue couldn’t resist. Eventually, Blue reached his high. He stilled deep within you and let out an animalistic growl, hunching over your sweaty body as he came. The feeling of his cock twitching inside of your sensitive walls made you cry out his name. If you could, you’d stay like this forever.

“Oh baby,” Blue whined, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he emptied himself inside your cunt. Right then he felt content, soaking in nothing but pure bliss. For a moment, he forgot about the rest of the world and all his duties as he lost himself in you - quite literally.

At some point, Blue had to pull out of you no matter how comfortable it was to stay like that, as one. He caught his breath all the while looking at his cum dripping out of your hole and onto the vanity. Fuck. He couldn’t believe this had happened but he didn’t regret it for a second. Seeing you catching your breath, body flustered and his cum dripping out of you was worth more to him than gold and diamonds. Now you were all his and the bruises beginning to form on your skin were proof of that.

Blue grabbed his clothes from the floor and began dressing himself, much to your displeasure.

“Are you leaving?” You didn’t know what you had expected really. Either way, the thought of him leaving you so soon made your heart hurt. Fear threatened to sink under your skin. What would he do now? Nothing would ever be the same.

“Hey,” Blue couldn’t stand the sadness in your voice, “I’m not going anywhere yet.” He grabbed a towel from a drawer nearby before returning to your side. Wordlessly, he pushed your legs apart and cleaned the mess he had made, keeping in mind that you had cum twice and were definitely overly sensitive.

You felt your cheeks heating up when Blue wiped his cum and your wetness on the towel, unable to face him as he did so. This side of Blue was so new. Had anyone really ever seen him like this? So soft and caring. It almost had you suspecting something was up.

“I’m not gonna let you out of my sight tonight,” Blue started revealing what he was cooking up in his mind.

“What do you mean?”

Blue tossed the towel into the bin, not really caring if someone found it later. He stood up and walked to the dresser, turning his back on you as kept explaining,

“You’re gonna sleep with me. I don’t trust anyone right now. People are betraying me! Who knows what they’ll do...”

That needed no further explaining. Someone had brought drugs into the place and none of the guards had noticed it. There was something fishy going on and Blue was going to get to the bottom of it. He absolutely despised traitors.

When he returned to you, he was holding a beautiful, pink robe. Rather gently, Blue wrapped the robe over your shoulders, enjoying the way it looked on you. He could dress you in all sorts of clothes if you gave him the chance and time. Like his own little doll.

You knew he was thinking, getting lost in his own thoughts when he was so quiet. Blue had a tendency to be loud, not showing any signs of shame when he let just about anything out of his mouth. Right now, he kept his plans for himself as he grabbed make-up remover and cotton, soaking the thing completely.

“Some things are gonna change around here,” Blue revealed mysteriously as he started wiping your make-up - or what was left of it. Your tears had pretty much gotten rid of the mascara and a rough round of fucking had managed to wipe off most of the red lipstick.

Somehow, you found comfort in this moment. Blue was cleaning your face and it felt tender, it almost felt normal. He made you feel cared about. But after everything, you were exhausted. Not only had the drug stolen all your strength, Blue had put you through so much torturous pleasure that your brain felt scrambled.

“Thank you,” You whispered, tired and absolutely overwhelmed by emotions. If you had the strength, you might’ve cried some more.

Blue wiped your under eye, leaving no traces of mascara behind. A small smile appeared on his face but there was a darkness in his eyes. A shadow that revealed something sinister was happening in his mind.

“I am your protector,” Blue stated as he had done many times before but this time he sounded more serious, “I’m never letting anyone hurt my best girl ever again. You’re all mine. I mean it, sugar. Okay?”

“Okay,” You weren’t opposed to that. For the longest time, you had yearned for him, his touch, his affection. Now that you knew it existed, that he could truly take care of you, you wanted all of it. Whether it was possible or not, you weren’t sure yet one thing was certain, you trusted whatever Blue had to say.

Apparently, that night still had some tricks up its sleeve. Blue pressed a kiss on top of your head while his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing your skin adoringly. The tender moment nearly made your heart leap out of your throat. Since when was Blue Jones such a softie?

“So Hector Dunn, hm?” He wanted you to confirm what you had told him now that your head was clearer than before. The tone of his voice with your newfound clarity made you realize something, Blue wanted revenge.

There was no point in lying or trying to change the topic.

“That’s the guy.”

Blue accepted this. He took a deep breath as he made up his mind. There was nothing else to be done than make sure that Mr Dunn never laid eyes on you or any of his girls ever again. Tomorrow, Blue thought. He’d take care of that tomorrow because right now, his number one priority was you.

“Let’s get out of this filthy room, shall we? Can’t have you surrounded by such a fucking mess,” Blue looked around at the mess you two had created. “You’ve been such a good girl, you need some rest.”

Sleep sounded perfect.

A/N: I may or may not have stayed up all night finishing this. I can’t tell if it sucks or not as my brain also feels scrambled (could be covid speaking or my sleep deprivation. Who knows). Anyway, I truly hope that you liked it! 🥺

#Blue Jones x reader #Blue Jones smut #Blue Jones x you #Blue Jones x fem!Reader #Blue Jones fanfiction #oscar isaac blue jones #sucker punch fanfiction #oscar isaac characters

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op, p l e a s e do this one.

gn-mc is a great fighter according to their profile, but everyone severely underestimates them, since they’re kinda short and they’re thinking it’s to human standards. as soon as they come though the three (Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer) realise that the number of fights have gone down, and that RAD is a lot more quiet. Apparently mc had fought all the trouble makers or scary students on a whim, and has forced like 30+ scary demons into pacts, and plans to conquer RAD’s bad students. on top of that, they’re just like “one day i’ll beat the shit out of diavolo too fair and square, and conquer him as well.” for the brothers and undateables. bonus if mc said they only started their “conquest” because someone tried to bully Luke, so they decided to just conquer the demons for him like a good? older sibling

Holy shit OP this is what I signed up for when I started doing headcanons. Recently I’ve been working on my actual novel but I am still writing these out! I decided to answer this first because the creativity just HIT me.

The part that killed me is just how they did it for luke, I love him like my own son. Also side note the goth theme on tumblr hits different I really like. WARNING - a little bit of language, and violence.

Everyone reacting to GN!MC “conquering” RAD’s demons

Lucifer

He had chosen you and noticed your profile, thinking that is was almost cute humans would consider a tiny thing like you strong.

He immediately brushed you off when he saw how close you were to the chihuahua, thinking that you too, are just like a tiny chihuahua then.

But he soon hears less and less about fights going around, and even Diavolo investigates with him, and he is beyond shocked. He severely underestimated you.

He finds out because he forced some lesser demons to talk, and they were in tears saying you forced them to make a pact with you each time they lose, and by your order they weren’t allowed to fight students anymore, or else you’d punish them.

Although it was the truth he didn’t quite believe it, so they followed you around for a day before realising it absolutely was, you kicked ass so hard, the demon was crying and unrecognisable, and you forced him into a pact while snot was even coming out his nose.

He then sees you open the door behind you and take Luke’s hand before walking away from the bloody scene you had just caused. He was slightly angry and a bit intimidated, how did you, a tiny human do that?

When he confronted you about it, you just held onto his shoulders tightly, answering with “I’ll conquer you too, I’ll conquer Diavolo, I’ll conquer all of RAD, fucker. I am going to protect this child with my life.”

He was about to argue back, possibly attack you, but according to all the students investigated, you had well over 50 pact marks by now, and Diavolo found it amusing, so you were let off with that.

He swears he won’t submit to you, and has to stay on high defense because even at the HOL you will try to attack him with murderous intent to get the pact. 0/10, wants a new exchange students.

Mammon

He was the first one you made a pact with, and afterwards he started following you around like a dog, despite literally calling Luke a dog.

He knew you were a good fighter since you kept saying so, but he kept telling you demons were another level, and you should be glad to have him.

You and Luke hung around a lot, while Mammon thirdwheeled, and finally came the day of your first fight. Mammon was ready to defend you, but you ordered him to sit as you beat the literal fuck out of the demon.

Mammon couldn’t tell if that was a lesser demon or a dismembered corpse at that point, and covered Luke due to all of their screaming in agony. When you were done, you kicked their head into a wall and demanded a pact, making him slightly pouty but happy he’s alive:

Getting the pact, you left and gave a head pat to both Luke and Mammon, telling them that they’re safe with you. Mammon didn’t like it at first but then he loved it.

It didn’t take Lucifer long to find out, and when you told him with such confidence that you’d “conquer all of RAD, including Diavolo” he was like woah!! You’re going to die for that, but you’re amazing!!

And then you didn’t die, because Diavolo found it funny, and you were only serving justice to those who cause mayhem at the moment, so it was fine. He also accidentally finds out that you rival Lucifer in power, and absolutely won’t let Lucifer punish him, because in your words, “Mammon is my property now, whore.”

You were the only person to protect him, and he absolutely loves you, he may be weaker than you, but he loves staying by your side and saying he’d beat people up for you anyways.

Leviathan

Levi never really talked to you at first, nor found out about the incidents because he didn’t go to school, but when he heard Mammon talking about it he thought he was exaggerating a lot.

Even Lucifer said you were strong, but he refused to believe it at first, even denying the pact marks you had. Until you beat the life out of Levi during the TSL games.

He got angry at you and tried to kill you, so you ripped him apart, quite aggressively. He swore his tail had bite marks in them, and that he couldn’t see out of his left eye for a week. The icing on top was you demanding a pact from him. He finally believed.

After you calmed, he made a pact with you, and was now afraid of you, until you comforted and apologized to him, telling him he did try to kill you first.

When Luke comes over one day, you invite him into Levi’s room, no permission, and start to talk, and when Levi tries to make fun of him, Mammon shuts his mouth.

“Luke is the whole reason they decided to start their conquest, the whole school knows that by now!” Mammon shushed him, and Levi began feeling a little jealous that the chihuahua got more of your attention than him. But when he hears that you ALSO want to conquer Diavolo, he’s just like !?!!??? You’re crazy.

But more than that you’re like some over powered anime protagonist who got sucked into a different world with over powered plot armor, Levi thought, and he really liked it.

Begs you to come with him when he’s trying to buy stuff in lines, so anyone who tries to cut gets the life beat out of them when they do.

Satan

Absolutely member #2 of your fan boy club, Diavolo being the first one in it.

He thinks oh yeah, you can fight sure. But when he witnesses it he absolutely loses his mind. A human shouldn’t be that strong, but the way you force a pact mark from them, and even defended the tiny chihuahua before leaving, while being tiny yourself, he was interested in how your body worked.

But what really excited him and made him like you is when Lucifer entered the room and you sent a flying kick to him, putting up a harsh fight as well, before you break the table when you were knocked into it, calling it a tie.

“I swear one day I’ll conquer you and force you to make a pact with me. I’ll wipe that smug look off your face, fucker. And once I do that, I’ll beat the shit out of your prince, too.” You spat, getting up and holding your back.

So now you went from protecting the chihuahua to devildom domination? Basically asks you to make a pact with him so you can use him to fight Lucifer. When you tell him you want a fair fight, and that you’ll beat Lucifer yourself, he’s just so excited because you held your own for five minutes, and Lucifer can’t even kill you!

Literally tags along each time you decided to fight Lucifer and cheers you on so hard. Will purposely try to make you and Lucifer run into each other at the halls, so you automatically try to hurt him.

Please tell him not to eat so much popcorn, we know the show is good but it’s like he has boxes of them now knowing you’re hating? on Lucifer like him.

Asmodeous

Has absolutely freaked out and began cowering in a corner, shaking, begging you anywhere but the face.

He came to watch the show of you beating up a demon, not realizing it was you at first. When he did, he was so shocked and got closer to make sure.

You mistook him for the demon’s crew who made fun of look and tried to attack, seeing red. He held his own for a minute, before you almost rip off his wing in one swing.

He’s begging for forgiveness like the demons, despite not doing anything wrong at all. When you calm and realize it’s just human, you make the other demons unrecognizable and get your pacts, before making your way to him.

He’s just crying not his face, while you just say “Pact mark.” Pointing out you won fair and square against him, too.

He gives it too you beyond willingly, just not his face, he doesn’t even think twice. Nodding, you take Luke’s hand and leave.

He has to leave too for then next class, but then sees Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos confront you.

Is afraid for you but then you literally punch Lucifer and tell him you’ll conquer him, and then turn to Diavolo and declare his ass as your own, making Asmo secretly swoon but worried.

Actively tried to avoid you while at the HOL for awhile, but noticing your docile nature when you’re not fighting, he felt a little comfortable with you, and right now his only concern is how many callouses your hands are getting from punching thick skulls.

Beelzebub

This man wanted to believe you when you said you were a strong fighter in passing conversation with him, but he just couldn’t. You were the tiniest creature he’d ever seen, and he was so sure you’d crush under one of his hugs.

He heard you were protecting Luke from the whispers of lesser demons, but he didn’t think it was through fighting.

This all changes when on his way to practice, he watches you beat up one of his teammates so hard they’re crying, they’re so huge, and yet lost to you, and the fact you sent him flying and cracked a wall, by one kick.

When you said you wanted a pact mark, he was shocked the rumors were true. On top of that, Luke was near by holding a cake he planned to give Beel as thanks for something he did for him earlier that week.

He watched you wipe the blood off your hand and pat Luke’s head, with a gentle smile. When he came in, Luke ran to him and gave him the cake, and he learned everything.

You were the one subduing the demons around here, big or small, and even protected Luke. He even learned that you challenge three totally strong demons, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo.

He totally believed you could do it now, with what he just witnessed. He’s seen his fair share of fights with egotistical demons thinking they’re so tough just because they play sports, and he’s seen guys at the gym, you were beyond that.

You had speed, strength, and great perception. Wasn’t even mad that practice was delayed, and began going to the gym with you, and will happily play with Luke too, another older sibling figure for Luke.

Belphegor

When he exited the attic and tried to kill you he watch his brothers grab popcorn from the sidelines, as they said to him enjoy dying.

He was confused at first, but then got the LIVING HELL beat out of him, oh how the turns have tabled. He intended to murder you, but you nearly killed him.

You forced a pact out of him as well, kicking him repeatedly where the sun doesn’t shine until he agreed, understanding why even Lucifer stood back. It’s not because they wanted you dead, it’s because they couldn’t stop you.

When he gains consciousness later, he finds out Lucifer is the only brother you haven’t made a pact with, and that you have over 80 pacts at this rate, and that you even planned to conquer Diavolo.

He thought it was stupid at first but after seeing you fight Lucifer, with no cheats just your normal hands for combat, while Lucifer was in demon form struggling, he understood he really liked you.

“Soooo... when are you beating the shit out of Diavolo?” He asks, and he also nearly makes the mistake of calling Luke a dog before Beel puts a hand over his mouth.

Jaw nearly drops and he loses his mind when he finds out you only started beating the shit out of people to make Luke happy.

Diavolo

This man just fucking cackles, like after watching you fight, he’s just in full tears from laughing. He’s just clapping, and telling you that’s amazing.

When Lucifer asked why you did it, you stood tall despite your short stature, and looked him in the eye with no fear. “I’ll beat each fucker who approached Luke, I’m going to defend him with all my fists got, and if you get in my way, I’ll do the same to you.” You said, before turning to Diavolo.

You walked up to him, and pulled his tie down so he could meet your eyes, and declared, “I’ll even beat the shit out of and conquer you too, one day, prince. I’ll be the ruler of this place one day. Prepare yourself for that day, until then, I won’t stop:”

This makes him laugh, not belittling you, but telling you he can’t wait, and he hopes that day comes soon, because he wants to fight you as well, and he hopes you hold nothing back against him.

He loves how strong you are, he loves how you want to protect Luke, he loves that you only did it to protect, and didn’t even bother to summon a demon, you did it with your own style. That took guts, confidence, and the fact you told him of all people with that confidence you would one day conquer him, his heart fluttered.

He would definitely start watching over you, and probably fan boy over you. The first person to ever force the prince of the Devildom to lower himself; and they even declared they would be the one to make him their’s, by forming a pact mark. It was honestly amazing to him, and he likes it.

Barbatos

He really should of seen this coming, a new fighting student, who was clinging to Luke protectively, and suddenly all the bad demons were being silenced.

Guess there’s no need for his torture chamber anymore, you’re much more feral than whatever he does, he just needs to sick you on them.

Joking aside, he doesn’t really take it too seriously. It’s great you can get a lot of pacts, and defend yourself, and even want to conquer Diavolo by forcing him to give you a pact mark, but he knows you’re still no match for him yet.

To get to Diavolo, you’d need to beat him up, and he’s a bit of a harder fight than Lucifer, by that he means a lot, he won’t even flinch if you bite his tail when he grabs you by it and puts you out the room, with a smile on his face.

It’s become a game at this point for the both of you to try and fight each other, you trying hard to get a pact mark out of him. He even offered it to you at one point, but you told him you wanted to win it fair and square, and he’s just in love with you even more because of that.

He’s pretty much a dad to Luke, so he appreciates how kind you are to him, and appreciates how you have your own set of morals for fighting, making him know that if Diavolo were to ever make a pact mark with you, it would all be fine.

Solomon

“Hey... are you sure you’re not actually the demon?” Solomon asks you, looking at the sheer amount of pact marks on your body, one week after coming to the devildom.

He’s seriously impressed by you, considering how easily you beat up demons without any weapons, magic, or underhanded tactics. You simply use your fists and legs, sometimes your head, but you get the job done scarily.

He’s even more impressed when he finds out the reason, you were visiting purgatory hall and Luke was being rather loud. “I can’t believe that’s the 7th demon this week that fought with you! You’re just so cool, you’re so strong! Thank you for protecting me!”

Probably wants to try to enhance your strength with a potion, and offers it to you when you try to have your epic showdown with Diavolo, claiming he is the boss and Barbatos and Lucifer were his right hand men who dragged Luke into this mess.

You decline though, wanting it to be fair and square. Truly admires yet fears you. But then again, i don’t think you stabbing him would making him afraid of you. I don’t think this man can feel it at all, unless it was you dying.

Anyways, he’s delighted to ask the demons you make pacts with to make pacts with him as well.

Simeon

Nearly loses his mind at first. He’s so concerned if you’re hurt,, but then he’s just like wait what.

Luke had told Simeon all about it when he reached purgatory hall, about how you beat up a demon for him, and even promised to always protect him. Simeon is really distraught you may of been hurt protecting Luke while he was busy.

But then Luke tells him about how you forced a pact mark out of the demon, and you didn’t even break a sweat, and that is was the coolest.

He doesn’t tell Diavolo about this thinking it was just a one time thing, and tries to watch over you two more. But then he sees you and he’s literally just frozen.

Humans aren’t that powerful right? And when Lucifer Diavolo finally confronts you about it, he watches as you just stare him down and declare that you’re going to conquer him as well, to make Luke feel happy and safe in devildom.

Needless to say Simeon is extremely panicked about your well-being, but extremely happy Luke is protected by someone so kind to him. Probably doesn’t approve of the violence, but Luke adores you.

Luke

The first time you met him you told him not to worry about the demons, because if they ever bullied him you would beat the life out of them.

He thought you were just saying that, and he said that he too would protect you, which you found extremely adorable and nearly went “I’m taking this kid home with me and he’s my child now.” not that anyone could physically stop you.

He found out you were actually sincere about it when the two of you were alone in RAD’s hallway, trying to leave for purgatory hall since he invited you over.

You two were stopped by a demon, who tried picking a fight on easy prey, and it was quite frankly, the worst mistake of his life, ever.

You beat the LIVING SHIT out of him, and even told Luke to look away, because this man was beyond recognisable, because you were so small you could easily duck and move fast, so the demon didn’t even land one hit on you.

Just because he’s a demon, doesn’t mean his stamina is forever you figured, and beat him up, forcing him to make a pact with you. You had one with Mammon already, so you knew how it worked, especially knew you could have multiple due to Solomon.

When it was over, you told Luke he could look, and there was zero damage to you and he was just like woah!! You’re so cool! And from then on you stuck close to him, literally demolishing any demon he thought looked scary, or just stared at him for too long.

When Diavolo comforted you about it, you stared him dead in the eyes saying “I would literally beat the shit out of you for Luke, so you better hope he starts liking the devildom soon, fucker.”

Diavolo laughed and Luke insisted you didn’t have to go that far, but you just patted his head and said it was okay.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me hc #obey me headcanons #obey me headcanon #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me Satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me Simeon #obey me Luke

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televinita · 3 years ago

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I just stumbled across this, and while I don’t really like to sign up for reading challenges, I love checking them after the fact to see how many I happened to complete with my natural reading habits. So. Let’s go!

(text version of the prompts & my answers under the cut)

With a color in the name: ✅ Operation Red Jericho

Set in a foreign country: ✅ Secret Scribbled Notebooks (Australia)

Recommended by a friend: ❌ ...huh. I truly do not think I was influenced even by a Goodreads friend about a single book this year. As far as I can tell I came across everything on my own or in a general blog post.

Part of a series: ✅ The Killer in the Carriage House (Victorian Village Mysteries)

That you should have read in school: Dracula (j/k, I did not participate in the Tumblr book club at all) ❌

On the New York Times Bestseller list: ✅ As Good As Dead by Holly Jackson (I had to do some googling to figure out an answer here; I truly do not pay attention to this beyond knowing I hardcore ignore most of the books people are talking about)

Already on your bookshelf: ✅ Eden Summer, among a handful of others

With an animal in the name: ✅ Bearstone

From an author you already know: ✅ The Runaway’s Diary by Marilyn Harris

About health and wellness: ❌

With a pretty book cover: ✅ Fading Starlight by Kathryn Cushman

More than 20 years old: ✅ x 18; let’s randomly pick Drop Out by Jeannette Eyerley (1969)

Released in the year you were born: ❌ (dangit! I got as close as the year before...)

Published this year: ✅ x 10, like An Unforgiving Place by Claire Kells

Translated from another language: ❌

With a female protagonist: ✅ x at least 70. Random pick: All The Things You Are by Courtney Sheinmel

That’s a memoir: ✅ Funny Farm: My Unexpected Life with 600 Rescue Animals (alternatively: Things I Should Have Said by JLS; I Want To Be Where the Normal People Are by Rachel Bloom)

With a one-word title: ✅ Damselfly; Brood

That was made into a movie: ✅ There You’ll Find Me

Over 500 pages long: ❌

Under 100 pages long: ✅ 42 Miles by Tracie Vaughn Zimmer

With a music or art theme: ✅ In Summer Light by Zibby Oneal

Involving water: ✅ What Waits in the Water (too on the nose?); Lake Season; The Lake Season

With a green book cover: ✅ assuming predominantly green/green background counts because few books are a solid color (unless that’s the challenge) -- Mom Jeans and Other Mistakes

Set in the 1800s: ✅ A Rumored Fortune (whew! I had exactly 1 here)

With a magical element: ✅ Spellbook of the Lost and Found

That’s a one-hit wonder: ✅ Holly Jolly Summer by Tiffany Stewart (I’m counting it based on it having been 4-going-on-5 years with nothing on the horizon)

About nature: ✅ Small Game

With chapter titles: ✅ Tuesday Mooney Talks to Ghosts

With an index: ✅ Speaking For Ourselves - ed. David Gallo

With a map in the front: ✅ The Secret of Blandford Hall

That you heard about from a co-worker: ❌

Bought from your local bookstore: ✅ A Patron Saint for Junior Bridesmaids (it didn’t specify new bookstore!)

That’s a Young Adult novel: ✅ x 30+ *spins a wheel* “The Mall.”

Only published as an e-book: ❌ (not even a shorty! :P) (please read that as “pbbbbbbt”)

About sports: ❌

That’s a murder mystery: ✅ x a bunch, like A Shroud of Leaves

Featuring the LGBTQ+ community: ✅ can a community be a girl and her ex? Because if so, We Are Okay. Otherwise, slim pickings.

By an author who shares your name: ✅ While You Sleep

On audiobook read by the author: ✅ Everybody Fights: So Why Not Get Better At It? - Kim & Penn Holderness

That’s a guilty pleasure: ✅ Castaways by Brian Keene (introducing me to the concept of “splatterpunk,” an experience I will not be repeating...but dang was this an addictive ride)

Written by 2 authors: ✅ Gideon’s Sword by Doug Prescott & Lincoln Child

Of poetry: ❌

About business: ✅ The Escape Room by Megan Goldin (TECHNICALLY there is a lot of talk about working in finance!)

About current events: ✅ Lies Like Wildfire (as the author was inspired by the recent California wildfires, I AM COUNTING IT)

Everyone is talking about: ✅ A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder

Based on a real person: ❌

That’s a coming of age story: ✅ *spins a wheel on the YA* Gap Life sounds good, or maybe Full Flight

About science: ❌

That makes you smile: ✅ The Maisie Lockwood Adventures! (on a related note: I really need to read more light/fun/happy books in ‘23)

FINAL GRADE: C (38/50) 😕

Maybe I should grade it on a curve...

P.S. There are technically still several days left in December and I got nothin’ but time, so I could still improve upon this score! Will come back to edit if and when I knock out additional accomplishments.

There is also one for 2023 at the source if you want to do it properly next year.

#mutuals feel free to play the same game as me (you can make your own post if you prefer a clean version)#mutuals means mutuals and followers and also frankly anyone who sees this :P #spine and leaf reading challenge

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midgardsbest · 4 years ago

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Imagine: You feel a bit off today and the argument with your boyfriend Loki doesn’t make things better. What happens when a Steve who doesn’t understand British slang and an overprotective father ruin your sweet plan to get him back?

N/A: Hello dearests, enjoy this new Loki x reader imagine and tell me what are your impressions about it. If you wanna. If you don’t then DEATH. TO ALL OF THEM. Jk. Hope y’all got that reference. 🤟

Warnings: BestFriend!Natasha, Thor is lovely as usual, Dad!TonyStark, Boyfriend!Loki, Language, Fluff, Angst and more fluff, a bit of passion, and British reader/use of British slang (pretty easy and self-explanatory)

Words: 1953

Waking up that morning was tremendously hard. You stumbled against any piece of furniture installed inside of your room by your father, Tony Stark. Well, he was your stepfather, technically, but you weren’t particularly fond of the use of that word.

Yawning your way into the kitchen of the compound, you avoided meeting eyes with Steve. He had been more stressed than usual in the last few days, probably given the upcoming mission. He lashed out at you the day before, or at least that's what you thought was happening.

"I think a cuppa would serve you right."

"A what?"

You looked at him as if he were stupid, but you knew it couldn't be that. "A cuppa? It's.. a cup of tea. You don't know that?" Given his expression, either he was a bit dumb or was just done with you for that day. "No. I like coffee. But thank you."

You weren't mad at him, of course. Nonetheless, ignoring him for a bit did sound like a better idea than trying to cheer him up with your British manners, if you could say. He did not look happy about that.

Staring at the emptiness of your black coffee (and almost gagging at the rough taste), you swallowed the smothering ache in your heart. What was it you were yearning for?

You couldn't place in your mind the exact reason behind this suffering, but you soon grew tired of it. With a pair of eyes following your figure left unnoticed, you dragged yourself up to your room to somehow get ready.

"What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know man. Shouldn't you be locked up in your room like Stark- and he's gone. Thanks for the chat, popsicle."

This was boring, wasn't it? It was raining outside. Perhaps if you were in a rom-com you'd be soaked wet, lightheartedly dancing with a cover of dreamy clouds in the sky, glancing at your boyfriend from time to time, pretending you didn't see his "this is the woman I'll marry" eyes consuming you entirely. However, you weren't the protagonist of a rom-com, much less of a poorly written fan fiction. Additionally, your dear boyfriend wasn't officially... well, your boyfriend, and he'd been ignoring you completely. Which hurt, but your pride defeated your consciousness and you didn't want to talk to him about it.

Then, an idea took place in your mind. You had an opportunity to get back your not-much-of-a-boyfriend, the Captain's shy smile and your fun. Some might say even something more along the way.

"I AM DONE. COMPLETELY, UTTERLY DONE."

You slammed the door of Natasha's office, ignoring the frightening look she gave you and pointed to the chair right in front of you with questioning eyes.

"You slammed my door shut, might as well."

Your eyes dropped unnoticeably. Someone would have noticed though, only he wasn't there.

"I gotta do something. Would you help me with it?."

"What would I help you with, exactly? Y/N, if this is one of your unsettled plans..." She leaned back on the chair, tapping the desk with her bare fingernails.

"No! You can trust me on this, Nat. Please do. I'll buy you some nail polish."

"What?"

"WHAT?" Tony on the verge of an anxiety attack wasn't exactly how you thought this plan would go, even though him finding out was not part of it as well.

"Boss, your heart rate is increasing critically."

"Vacation's over. FRIDAY, let's go back to the compound."

You could hear their voices on the other end of the line.

You still didn't utter a word, already having made the mistake of asking your dad when he was bound to return from his "job thing" in Rome. You shouldn’t have said that, because "you never care about it", so it was either a party you were planning or a date. Besides, you might've mentioned the mission that you later remembered, you weren’t supposed to know about.

Your leg was trembling now, having realized the crap mistake you made. "Well shit."

"Y/N!"

"Oh, forgot you were still on. Love you, Dad, bye."

Natasha gawked at you, shaking her head slightly, arms crossed in front of her. This plan was a massive mistake. But it was your plan and you wouldn’t give up on it.

Around noon, Stark made his entry into the structure and went straight to your room, knocking on the door half a time and anchoring his feet to the ground with every step. Hiding your uneven breath, and thanking Nat for her wise advice ("just play sick", she said), you raised the sheets over your painted red nose.

Your dad searched for you in your cosy bedroom, just to find your teary innocent eyes full of greed for success. Maybe you did have a fever.

"Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me you were sick? I thought you were gonna run off to a party or something you kids do."

You shifted under the covers. Shit. That was the plan after all. You were going to coerce Steve into partying with you somewhere you knew Loki would find you, like perhaps that club just around the corner where he wore that leather jacket once. Big story. Regardless, it didn't mean much now that he just vanished from your life.

"I wouldn't have gone anywhere."

An aching cough caught your breath. You tried to keep your eyebrows from furrowing at the actual symptom. You never got sick. Not really, at least.

Tony's eyes were clouded with worry, not liking the sight of you in pain.

"This is what we'll do, kid. You get some rest and I'll have Steve make you some tea."

You sniggered: "Just don't call it a cuppa."

As soon as he left the room, Natasha came out of the bathroom. Your eyes felt heavy, but your mind was still somewhere else.

"You'd make a great actress, has anyone told you that?" she grinned. You liked Nat, especially when you knew she was comfortable enough to enjoy spending time with you. She was your first real friend here at the compound. Your father would keep you hidden here when you were younger, and even though he tried his best to never make you feel like you were alone, he wasn't around much, and always left you with Pepper or Happy, who you now knew as your mother and uncle.

You coughed once again, this time harder, and brought a hand on your chest.

Nat stared at you for a little while.

"You're ill."

"Yeah. And the sun's coming out. This day just couldn't get worse. Did I just manifest getting sick?"

When she stood up from the little chair that was at the side of your bed, she gave you a comforting smile, and then she left, leaving you in Morpheus' arms to fall asleep.

"Do you think perhaps it is best to wake her?"

"Don't be foolish, brother. She is much better like this."

"You mean she's comfortable?"

"I mean she's bearable."

"Ughh."

"Perfect! Lady Y/N, you seem to have awakened."

You looked at the Norse brothers standing at the feet of your bed, still feeling dizzy from your remarkable nap. You hadn't slept this good in a while.

"Thor. Yes. Woken u-uh..p." You stood up. You looked at them. You glanced at them once again.

"OH MY GOD." You quickly covered your face with your hands. Gods, Loki was in your room. He wasn't looking at you, but he was in your room. You could feel his coldness reaching up to your veins - and heart, not only making you feel sick in your stomach but also causing a complementary shameful headache.

"Is uhm... something wrong, Y/N?" Thor's warm voice grounded you slightly but never enough.

With a shallow breath, you released your hands, dropping them along with your head. Looking at the silk white sheets, you wondered if strangling yourself with them would solve anything.

"No, thank you, Thor. Could you just give me a minute to uhm... I need to uh... powder my nose."

He smiled. "Ah yes of course. We'll be in the kitchen."

Your breath hitched. You had to do something.

"Wait!" They altered their steps, this time you looked directly into Loki's ice-blue eyes. "Gotta speak. I mean- I- 'd like to speak to Loki. For a minute. If possible."

Thor adjusted the weight on his feet and then nodded, sizing the room with his comfortable aura.

The instant he left, that same energy vanished, leaving you and that subjugating man to war. A conflict formed of rivalry, an uneasy sense of fear for all that was yet to be said and a deep, desperate need for each other in all ways known to your kind.

You soon grew tired of the dreadful silence. "Are you gonna say anything or shall I speak first?"

"Speak." He kept on staring at the window.

You debated if getting out of the bed would be better for this argument.

"Don't. And there will be no such thing as an argument. I'm not going to force your decision."

You blinked at him. What? Did the ice get to his head?

"Pardon? What decision? And who gave you permission to read my mind, Loki? You left me. Alone. You didn't speak to me for a week. Like... out of nowhere. Just like that- What. Decision." You did get out of bed, now showing your white lace robe to him. If he were looking at you, you'd have felt naked under his gaze.

He kept silent for a while and you did not once stop beholding him.

"I thought you wished not to see me again." He finally witnessed you, completely, entirely, just like you knew he would. Just the way you longed for.

"Why? When did you ever get that impression from me? If I did something wrong please tell me but don't just... don't go away from me."

He attentively took a few steps closer to you. It looked menacing but you knew he was just calculating your next move. He was the prey. But it was you who kept still.

"The bar." The bar?

"What bar?"

"Last week, you brought me to a place. I wore a leather jacket."

Your eyes instantly watered a bit.

"Loki..."

"No. My actions were unnecessary and I shouldn't have- I-."

You broke, fully. You gave in to your heart and hurried to him, still too far across the room. You wrapped your trembling hands around him and almost fell whilst doing so. But he held you mightily, adapting to your action like a lock when it finds its key.

"Lokes... why'd you think that?" You tucked your face in his green and golden armour. "I lo- I know you didn't mean that. You didn't do anything wrong. Please. Is that why you weren't speaking to me anymore?"

Glancing up at him, your gazes met, lost in each other like you could both find your way home. "Yes."

You smiled softly. "Don't do that again. Just talk to me next time."

"There won't be a next time". At that, you frowned. Would he never go out with you again?

"What d'you mean?"

He caressed your cheek, hidden emotions revealed by the trembling of the movement.

"I'll do my best to not do you wrong ever again. It is a promise I'll keep as close to my heart as a dagger."

You giggled dreamily. "Please don't put a knife to your heart."

He moved you closer to his touch. "I won't. But if I do it'll be you who holds the handle."

"You cheeky bastard." And to that, he kissed you ardently, air unneeded for your lungs to work.

N/A: Any idea on what might’ve happened at the club? Also… Loki in a leather jacket.

#loki friggason #loki imagine #loki laufeyson #loki fluff #loki x y/n #loki fandom #marvel imagine #mcu x reader #marvel #marvel movies #thor the dark world #thor odinson #tony stark #natasha romanoff

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translations-by-aiimee · 4 years ago

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Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 2

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

TW for this chapter: Brief description of suicide

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter 2 - Problem-Solving by Elimination

Scholar-Tyrant Song sat in the examination room, his mind blank.

The types of questions at the Banquet of Beauties were more terrifying than Goldbach’s conjecture. At least he would not panic if being questioned by his professor on Goldbach's conjecture.

The Langgan Terrace of the Golden Pheonix Manor was extremely luxurious and beautiful. There are countless cultivators and beautiful women flying in the depths of the clouds. Every guest was more beautiful than the last, and carefree laughter and obscene words were thrown around.

Song Qingshi silently recited his lectures on the human body structure, physiological hygiene, mouse breeding and other courses twice in his heart, finally recovering the calmness of a high-ranking medical student. Thinking about the lab mice he had bred for three years dying off, the scene in front of him no longer meant much.

There are two kinds of divine fires in the original person's body. The first was the Red Lotus Fire used for refining his alchemy, and the other was the Underworld Ghost Fire used for killing people.

Song Qingshi's expression became one that could repel others from thousands of miles away. He released the Underworld Ghost Fire from the palms of his hands, causing the flames to continuously jump at his fingertips and change into different shapes.

Fen Shen and He Ti ancestors are the treasures of all the cultivation sects. They did not usually involve themselves with the mortal world. The Nascent Soul cultivators are all big shots walking carefree in the immortal world. Not to mention the danger of the cutivating path; no one could guarantee that they wouldn't need to ask a doctor for help. Neither righteous cultivators or demonic cultivators were not willing to offend the Medicine Master Xianzun easily, let alone mock his perverse character.

When the cultivators saw the Underworld Ghost Fire, they knew that he was in a bad mood and kept their distance.

Song Qingshi was able to keep a clear area around him. He cut off the cultivators who approached him to make friendships. Then he released the powerful spiritual thoughts of a Nascent Soul cultivator and quickly took in all the beauties at the banquet. He looked carefully and tried to find the protagonist in the crowd.

However, Yang Yuhuan was thicker, and Zhao Feiyan was slender. Everyone had different standards of beauty. Song Qingshi was of the kind of person that was not very reliable. His eyes were quickly dazzled, only able to think that all of them were beautiful during the dinner. Even the maid who poured the water was graceful and beautiful. She was more beautiful than the stars on TV. He couldn't tell who was better looking.

But this stubborn scholar will never admit defeat!

Song Qingshi tried to use the process of elimination to solve the problem. First, he determined that the protagonist was a man, excluded all the maidens during the banquet. Then he needed to make a list of key observations, verifying claims, making careful assumptions, and removing the beauties that did not meet the standards one by one.

The twin brothers brought by the Sect Master of the Blood Demon Sect were extremely beautiful. Jade-like skin, fragrant, and passionately devoted, just like two identical lotus flowers on one stalk.

There can't be two protagonists, cross it out.

The young man brought by the immortal master Longhu Sect is also super cute. He is so childish and adorable, holding his immortal master in his arms and acting like a baby. The immortal master loved him very much, doted on him, and he even hand-fed this junior immortal his food during the banquet. He kept calling him "baby".

The protagonist is supposed to suffer a miserable fate. Cross it out.

The foreign monk from Beizhou used a mysterious iron chain to lead along a handsome man covered in wounds. He stumbled and followed the foreign monk obediently. But underneath, his body revealed a rebellious aura, like being an eagle with his wings tied but still wanting to break free and fly away.

The protagonist is a beauty, so he wouldn't be so heartless, cross him out.

. . .

Into the depth of the night, the whistful music of the Banquet of Beauties had long been replaced by debauchery. Many people took the beauties away from the tables, and the scene became more and more unbearable.

Song Qingshi did not want to peep into other people's private affairs, for fear of seeing something provocative and getting an eye stye. He kept his thoughts away from extra events and kept it focused during the dinner. Then he heard the foreign monk show off the man he had brought with him to the young master of the Hidden Moon Sect: "He was even a famous general in the human world. After he was defeated and captured, he was sold to me. He's an arrogant person, who resists even under the threat of death. He is very exciting to play with."

The Young Master of the Hidden Moon Sect introduced a soft and coquettish young man, and smiled: "A proud person has the taste of being proud, but there is also the taste of being well-behaved. Let's switch and try it out?"

The foreign monk hesitated. The Young Master of the Hidden Moon Sect cast a wink at the slave.

The charming young man immediately snuggled up on the monk’s chest and begged coquettishly: "I truly like majestic bodies of strong masters, please love this slave well."

Fan Seng was ignited by the tender words of this young man, and he readily threw the chain in his hand to the Young Master of the Hidden Moon Sect, and took the young man to the side hall. The Young Master dragged the chain fiercely, and forced the gray-faced man toward the secluded part of the garden.

There were many scenes like this during the dinner, and no one had pity for these tragic beauties.

. . .

Song Qingshi had already learned from the memory of the original body that the spiritual energy of the human world was thin. The lifespan of mortals was short, and the spiritual roots were occasionally weak. Just having a base foundation was like reaching the heavens. Some kind-hearted cultivators will accept mortals as disciples and give them the opportunity to ascend to immortals. Ten thousand years ago, there was a mortal named Mo Yuan who was extremely talented. He just relied on swordsmanship to become a Nascent Soul cultivator. His techniques rivaled the Fen Shen ancestors, and was thus called the Sword Sovereign.

However, the road to immortality was to fight for one's life with the heavens. It had difficult steps and repeated failure was common. Killing someone for their treasures occured from time to time. It was difficult to restrain their behavior with morality.

Weakness is the original sin. Mortals were like ants.

Even if it was the Sword Master Mo Yuan who took care of him, he could only lay down the rules among the elites of the immortal world. He ensured that the mortals who successfully built a foundation base were treated as cultivators and no longer playthings and slaves. But demonic sects and cultivators never cared about the rules. Not even just the mortal cultivators, the immortal monks also suffered in their hands. Their evil deeds were too numerous to count.

Golden Phoenix Manor was regarded as a famous sect in the immortal world, and all the cultivation furnaces in the Manor are of made and purchased in the mortal world.

So even if Song Qingshi couldn't tolerate what happened here, he couldn't interfere. He was slightly grateful that the identity that the system arranged for him was not a mortal, otherwise he would never survive two chapters, let alone save the protagonist.

Fortunately, it was just a virtual world. . .

Novels were all evil works; textbooks were the righteous materials in the world! The professor was correct in confiscating the novels of all the girls in class! If he had the opportunity to become a professor, he will not allow students to read novels! Help them to avoid their Three Views being poisoned!

Song Qingshi sighed silently.

Suddenly, a curse came from the garden. It was the Young Master of Hidden Moon Sect who dragged the stubborn man's corpse and returned with a disappointed face. The man's shirt was torn open, revealing his bruised body. His body was riddled with scars. He had taken a stolen silver chopstick, pierced his throat deeply and killed himself.

The silver chopsticks were very blunt, and it would be extremely difficult to kill yourself with one of them. You couldn't stab yourself with one without exhausting all your energy, which shows his determination.

Seeing this, everyone in the banquet joked. They laughed that the Young Master couldn't even take care of a mortal.

Hearing the disturbance, the monk left the charming young man and hurried back out of the side hall. He saw that the person he had brought was dead. His brows furrowed and his face was full of anger. The young master of the Hidden Moon Sect was even more angry than him. He turned the dead man over, revealing his back covered with lashes, and questioned the monk: "Why didn't you mark this little slave of yours with an Acacia Seal? How could you let him die?"

The foreign monk was stunned by his question: "What is the Acacia Seal? Some new thing from the Central continent?"

Seeing his ignorance, the cultivators couldn't help but mumble that Beizhou must really be a barren land considering that they didn't even know that an Acacia Seal is a well-known thing in the world. The monk was lost during this whole conversation and the Young Master was discouraged. He pulled the monk, hating iron for not making seal, explained the beauty of the Acacia Seal: "The Acacia Seal is a method created by Huanxi Xianzun. The owner can print it on the back of the furnace, and the body and soul of the furnace transfer into the hands of the owner. No orders are needed and it cannot die without permission."

Song Qingshi had found important information. He swiftly concentrated on this discussion and listened carefully.

Hidden Moon Sect's Young Master took out a red bead from his space bag. An idea sparked in his mind. He turned the bead in his hand. The charming young man who was standing next to the monk immediately knelt down and started to bark.

The monk waved his hand, disgusted and said: "It's so obedient, even if you try something new once in a while. If I raise them like this, I would get tired after playing with it for a few days."

"There are a lot of usages in it. You would know if you had used them yourself. This Young Master isn't going to list them all for you." The Young Master withdrew from spiritual mind he had put into the bead, and the young man crouching on the ground stood up. He was used to being humiliated in front of a crowd and blushed. After a while, he faded from his shame and stood behind his master with his head down.

Seeing that the monk still didn’t understand, the young master of the Hidden Moon Sect still educates patiently: “The most important thing is that unless you let the cultivation furnace die, the cultivation furnace will never die against your will. If you brand this little slave with the Acacia Seal, wouldn't it be more fun to make him unable to kill himself and then slowly break down his pride?"

The foreign monk had an epiphany. He nodded and agreed.

The young master of the Hidden Moon Sect erased the spiritual mind of the cultivation furnace's bead in his hand. He threw it to the monk, and said graciously: "Since the young master killed your beauty, I will will compensate you for it. You can take it and study the beauty of the Acacia Seal. Once you start, you won't be able to start."

The monk was overjoyed, and even boasted: "The Central continent people are really bold, this Black Vulture has made you a friend!"

The charming young man's face instantly turned pale. He looked at the original master desperately, looking like he had something to say, as if he wanted to beg, but in the end he didn't say anything, and went with the monk in tears.

The jewels were corrupted and it was like broken jade.

This extravagant feast had finally reached its climax.

The disciples of Golden Phoenix Manor concealed the radiance of the luminous beads above the temple, and let the darkness envelop the entire Langgan Terrace.

The guests raised their heads in amazement. They saw fireworks from several spells across the darkness, blooming in the air into a radiant golden phoenix, dancing lightly, announcing that the performances of the feast were about to begin. Jin FeiRen raised his wine glass and invited guests to share in the festivities again.

Song Qingshi marveled at the beauty of the Phoenix Dance, and admired it for a long while. Then he discovered that a young man in white clothes appeared next to Jin FeiRen. The young man had very clean and beautiful features, like green bamboo in the mountains, a bright moon in the sky. A layer of cold frost covered in his low eyebrows, his hair falling like a waterfall around his face. It was tied back with a ribbon. There were no other notable features on his whole body, but he still easily retained everyone's lingering gazes.

The tall and handsome owner was smiling and gently scratching the young man's palm with his fingers, praising his treasure in a gentle and soft voice, trying to get him to smile.

The young man turned his head away, despite the teasing. He didn't even want to spare him a glance.

Jin FeiRen twisted his head forcefully, and forced his hands behind his back with only one hand. He held him close in an embrace and kissed his forehead and the bridge of his nose carefully. Then he bit his lips hard, as if to he wanted to swallow him whole. The teenager struggled with pain, Jin FeiRen smiled and released him, leaning close to the youth's ear, and asked softly: "Do you want to learn the rules again?"

The young man froze for a moment. He stopped struggling, and sat obediently into Jin FeiRen's arms.

Was this the protagonist?

Song Qingshi secretly watched for a long time. He finally suppressed his social anxiety, ready to speak, and then LingBao Xianzun who had a good relationship with Jin FeiRen walked over and asked with a smile: "This is the new treasure of the Manor Lord? Is he pure? Does he have a good Yin constitution, a single spirit root of the water system? How about giving him to me to taste tonight?

Jin FeiRen glanced at the embarrassed and angry expression of the youth in his arms, gave him a squeeze, and refused with a smile: "Although he is just a toy, he suits my heart and it would be inconvenient to give him to you. Later, I will give my friends some top-quality products, all of them newly branded with excellent physiques and very clean."

LingBao Xianzun carefully looked at him. "Is your furnace still a virgin?"

Jin FeiRen said: "I don't want to treat him like an ordinary furnace."

Song Qingshi had already heard more obscene words tonight than he had in his lifetime. He understood everything that should be understood or even things that shouldn't be understood. He also understood clearly what a furnace was.

He watched as Jin FeiRen was pouring wine for the young man during the banquet, and he was a little unsure whether this was the protagonist. Although the white-clothed boy seemed to be more attractive than the other beauties present, the system had explained that the protagonist needs to be rescued from his miserable fate. Now Jin FeiRen was quite fond of the boy, and every beauty in the Banquet of Beauties was many times worse off than him. . .

Song Qingshi was anxious pondering these questions. . .

At this time, the phoenix finished its dance in the air, and fell into the crowd with a stream of light.

The light faded away, and a huge golden, carved bird appeared on the Langgan Terrace. On this bird frame was a beauty beautiful enough to destroy a city.

The gold fetters inlaid with jewels encircled his pure white ankles, and were tied to both sides of the bird frame with long thin golden chains. His upper body was caged with almost transparent thin fabric, and he could vaguely see the magnificent scenery decorated with gold jewels and jade underneath. On his lower body was a long dress in the shape of phoenix tail feathers made of gold and red feathers. His hair was adorned with pearls resembling mermaid's tears, the enchanting Acacia Seal on his back hidden by his long hair, flowing in the breeze. It was as beautiful as a phoenix with rich colors, the human peony in the world.

He held a jade flute in his hand, his thin lips slightly open, his beauty almost unnatural. The dark golden phoenix eyes seemed to be smiling but held no emotion, and he greeted the audience. Song Qingshi sat up straight. He recognized that this was the beauty in red that he had seen by the river bank.

When the red beauty glanced over at Song Qingshi, his eyes stayed for a while, then slid over as if he didn't recognize him.

Song Qingshi looked at the young man in white clothes on the left, who looked like a bright moon, and the beauty in red clothes on the right, who looked like peony in his prime. He was panicking; he couldn't tell who was more beautiful and more like the main character!

The exam questions of the system teacher were too difficult. . .　

Is Scholar-Tyrant Song going to fail his course?

#mistakenly saving the villain #chinese novel #chinese bl #english translation #song qingshi #mistakenly saving the villain translation

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nyxdelanuit · 5 years ago

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We All Fall From Heaven

Hello my little constellations! Here is the third chapter of mine and @mammonrightsYandere House of Lamentation series c: Please be aware of the tags, and enjoy! I also will not be adding my usual tag list to this due to the themes involved, so please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters!

MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: YANDERE THEMES, DUBCON/NONCON, Abusive/Obsessive Relationships, Branding/Marking, senpai/kouhai kink, Anal, uHH,,tails... and of course, SMUT ABOUND~ Please be sure to mind the tags <3

It was easy to convince Lucifer to let you stay home that day, your throat, raw from crying, conveying a sickness you didn’t have even through the shut door. You waited until all noise faded away, longer still until you were sure all the brothers were gone for the day. Only then you changed into loose sweats, comfy clothes for a day of wallowing in bed. You considered using any of the presents Asmo left in your room, but the thought churned your stomach. Maybe another day. Maybe when your head was a little more clear.

Food you could handle. You didn't bother with making yourself presentable, merely padding through the halls on bare feet. The kitchen was only next door, after all. It still took you a bit of time to recognize what foods were okay for you to eat, avoiding Beel's food and any that wasn't… fit for human consumption. The names still threw you off a bit, but it tasted close enough to what you were familiar with that you could stomach it. You had to, at least for now.

You were so caught up in searching for food so that you could lock yourself away for the day, that you didn’t notice another presence in the kitchen. Turning around with arm-fulls of food, you ran into another sweat-clad figure. Both you and Levi jumped back, nervous and flushed, for entirely different reasons.

"Oh… I was coming here to grab some of those snacks." Levi looked away nervously, and you were tempted to just thrust all the food into his hands and run back into your room. "You're skipping today, right? Come watch this new anime I found with me! T-then we can share the snacks…" Your every cell was yelling, begging at you to run. But this was Levi, he was just as touch-averse as you were now, he just wanted someone to share his hobbies with. Plus, what better way to distract you from all the problems rattling around in your head than escaping into some fantasy world, where things were predictable and made sense.

So with that, you followed Levi to his room, the swirling blue bringing a sense of calm you hadn’t felt in days. You weren’t sure you even felt it now, but the ambiance sure helped you pretend. It was even… comfortable, lounging on Levi’s couch as the two of you bickered about whether the protagonist was good or cheesy. You could almost forget. At least Levi could be your safe haven.

Your eyes lit up when you remembered that he was the third brother, above both Belphie and Asmo. If you told him, would he protect you? He was stronger, after all. Maybe you could make an actual pact with him. If he believed you at all. You fidgeted as you thought about it, not noticing the shrinking space between you and Levi.

Static passed between you as your fingers touched his, both of you pulling away. Levi yelped, and you couldn’t help but chuckle nervously. Even so, you put your had back where it was and focused on the show while Levi… red-faced and not looking at you or even the show, slowly encompassed your hand with his own. There was something so sweet, so innocent about it that set your heart thundering.

The credits rolled on the last episode. Your hand was still nestled in Levi’s carefully, kind of clammy grip. His nervousness helped ground you, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach every time his eyes drifted to yours only to look away and blush.

“Levi… the show’s over.” You didn’t really want to leave, but if you didn’t go now, the rest of the brothers would get home before you could lock yourself in your room. “I should go, for now.”

“W-wait!” Levi jumped up from his spot on the couch, offering you a hand. “Let me walk you to your room?” You chuckled and took his hand, letting him help you up.

“I’d like that.”

You walked in silence, Levi's grip on your hand feather-light. He wanted to be sure you could pull away if you wanted to; in fact, he almost seemed certain that you would. He stopped at your door, staring at your intertwined hands.

“D-do you want to skip tomorrow too? We could cosplay together… I found a few premade outfits on Akuzon I could have ready for you.” He rubbed his neck nervously until you nodded. One more day locked away in the sanctuary of Levi’s room felt just like what your heavy heart needed. With a furious blush, Levi placed a chaste peck on your lips and slithered away, leaving you blinking at his quickly moving back.

For once, you laid in bed with a smile on your face. You couldn’t help but trace your lip lightly, daydreaming of what tomorrow would bring.

Lucifer was not as accommodating the next morning, and you were glad you passed out dressed in your comfy outfit from the day before. He forced you down for breakfast at the very least, and you felt the tension in the air as Asmo and Belphie abandoned their usual seats to place themselves on either side of you. One hand fell to your hip, one to your thigh, and you could feel your breath catch.

Across the table, Levi caught your eye. The look in his eye was indecipherable, but you hoped that he saw your plight. You shuffled the food around your plate, your appetite suddenly gone, pulling worried and hungry stares from Beel. He accepted the plate when you slid it over to him, but the look on his face was akin to a kicked puppy.

Breakfast passed with a quiet tension as Levi’s eyes hardened on his brothers, the grip on his silverware turning his knuckles white. As soon as his food was clear, Levi pushed away from the table. He grabbed your arm, dragging you from your seat and the grips of the hands on you.

"I'll make sure the normie stays in bed today, so she feels better tomorrow." Lucifer rolled his eyes at Levi's tantrum but nodded.

“It is important that they stay healthy and do not miss too many classes. Please see that you do.”

You thought that maybe Levi had meant it when he said he’d keep you in bed by the way he stomped out of your room after breakfast, but after an hour or so, a timid knock sounded from your door. Levi stood at the threshold, looking nervous.

"You ready?" He couldn't meet your eyes, but you timidly reached for his hand, and he didn't pull away. The two of you walked the halls much like you had the night before, hand-in-hand and bashful. "I got a couple different ones for you to try on… I have a matching one for each cosplay… like a c-couple's cosplay." You thought you had seen the full range of red that Levi could display, but it seemed as if you had been wrong with how his face burned. You nodded, escaping to his bathroom to try the first one on. "I-I'll change out here!" He called after you.

You examined yourself in the mirror as much as you could. All things considered, it could have been worse. All your bits were properly covered, and although you couldn't see too well from the waist-down, it didn't seem like the skirt was too short.

You had barely stepped out of the bathroom when Levi suddenly appeared in front of you. He seemed frozen in time, taking in your figure with an ever-reddening face. You went to reach for him, but he crushed you to his chest, kissing you fervently. He pulled away panting. “I’m sorry… you just look too cute.” He allowed himself a touch to your cheek before he pulled away, but your hands tangled in his shirt. “P-please. I don’t know if I can control myself,” He covered his face with his hands as he whined, trying to distance himself from you.

He was giving you a chance to go. To run, but you were still here, clinging to him. Why were you still here?

He peeked through his fingers to see you standing before him, not even a step where he left you. His eyes roamed your figure like he was seeing you for the first time, stopping where your hem ended against your thigh. Your breath hitched as he took in the delicate lines of Belphie’s mark peeking out from the delicate fabric. Horror raced through your veins as you saw the red fade from his face only to be replaced by the look he sported during breakfast.

Jealousy

You took a step back as he approached, and another until your back hit the tank's glass wall. His arms caged you in, and he gave a hollow laugh.

“I should be excited, it’s my first time actually kabedoning anyone, but for some reason I’m not happy about it.” You barely registered his shift, unable to tear yourself away from the look in his eyes. His tail wrapped around your bare thigh, tightening over Belphie’s mark before continuing its ascent. His eyes widened as the tip of his tail brushed over Asmo’s mark.

"It's not fair," he whined, closing in on you. "I understood! You weren't going to be my Henry, but you were supposed to be my player two." The warmth of Levi's tail trailed over your panties, mixing with the icy chill of his eyes and sending a shiver through you. "Still you let them touch you, take you from me, it's not fair."

“L-Levi, I didn’t ask for this.” You trembled under his gaze.

"Taking their older brother's things…" He tilted your head up with a firm grip on your chin. "I'm going to show you that you're mine." His tail slipped under your panties to rub against the slick, slowly accumulating, the tip of his tail curling gently around your clit as he kissed you.

It was different from the kiss from last night, more malicious, but your head was full of soft, nervous Levi. You couldn’t help but give in as he bit at your lip, letting his tongue consume the moans falling from your mouth. His tail kept moving, eventually sliding into your heat with a lewd sound. You were filled so suddenly that you had a hard time keeping yourself upright, your legs shaking underneath you.

Levi chuckled mirthlessly, grabbing at your arms to keep you from tumbling to a heap on the floor as his tail writhed within you. "Uwaah! It's just like in those H-games. Keep showing me that face." He quickly slid the fabric of your outfit under your chest, wasting no time in propping you against the cool wall so he could sink his fingers into each breast, his face joining soon after.

It seemed the further he indulged himself, the more his jealousy faded. He might not have been the first to have you, but he at least got to have you like this, trembling as he smothered himself in your tits. He gave one nipple a gentle lick, testing the water as you squirmed, the mild pleasure mixing with the overpowering passion of his tail and coalescing in a rising heat in your stomach.

“I’m not going to stop until you make that face." He chuckled, enveloping a nipple with an amateur suck, too harsh and painful, but your body responded all the same. The sharp cry that left your mouth only pushed him further as he rolled and pinched the others in his fingers. The pain drug you further to your peak, and with a last thrust of his tail, you came.

Levi watched you the whole time, enraptured as his tail worked faster to prolong your release. Your mouth fell open as your cries echoed through the room, and you could feel drool spilling out the side as he brought you to the edge over over-stimulation. Levi followed the trail from your chin to your lips with his tongue, giggling as he covered your mouth with his own.

"So good, what a good kouhai I have." He picked you up easily, keeping his tail planted inside you as he walked the two of you over to the couch. The same one you spent the day on yesterday, watching anime and holding hands like first-crushes. He maneuvered your limp body over the arm of the couch, your bare breasts roughly rubbing against the coarse fabric. He flipped the skirt of the cosplay over your ass, clearly enjoying the sight of your tail-filled pussy covered by the wet fabric of your panties. You keened as he slowly removed his tail, enjoying the way you squirmed at the sensation.

Once it was fully removed from you, he used his tail to rip your panties from your body, baring you to his sight. You weren't sure what embarrassed you more, the knowledge that sweet, nervous Levi was staring at your bare core or the obscene noises coming from the demon behind you. He wasted no time in pulling himself from his pants, palming himself with quick strokes before plunging into you. His tail had prepped you well, only the pleasure of being filled consumed you, causing you to arch off the couch.

Levi was clearly inexperienced, his thrusts much too quick for your liking, but your body still hadn’t recovered. Bliss flowed through your veins unbidden, and you tried desperately to hide your reaction in the cushions. Levi didn’t seem to mind, gripping your hip and pushing down on the base of your spine to keep you pinned.

“They got you first, used you like some toy, but I wonder if they got here too?” Levi’s obsessed voice drifted through your ears, but you were unable to decipher their meaning until you felt the tip of his tail trailing above your slit, circling the tight ring of muscle.

“Levi, please-”You tried to plead with him, but before you could finish your sentence, his tail was breaching your ass.

“Begging for me already? You really are the perfect little kouhai.” He ignored your struggling as he pumped his tail in and out of you, going further with each pass.

"Please, it hurts, Levi!" You cried out. Levi chuckled, realizing his guess was correct: You hadn't been taken there, not yet.

"Call me your senpai, and I might listen to you." He mocked, "But since I'm such a nice senpai, I'll help distract you from the pain until you get used to it. The hand on your spine heated, and you tensed for the pain you knew was coming.

It seemed even worse this time, the pain traveling through your spine and spreading to every nerve throughout your body. You faintly recognized the moans drifting through the air as Levi's as your body tightened and locked up against the pain.

Marked, again.

At least Levi was true to his word, once the burn subsided, all you could feel was the bursting pleasure of Levi’s tail rubbing the thin tissue separating it from his cock pistoning in your heat. It was overpowering, feeling both at once. Each thrust made you more sensitive, and you could feel your mind start to fade as his dick and tail worked in tandem.

“S-Senpai, please.” You had finally broken, bending to Levi’s will. Anything to get you just a little further, to let this pleasure finally crest.

“Such a good little kouhai, cum for me.” He purred in your ear, spurred on by your words. He thrust into you mindlessly, losing himself in the tightening in your cunt. With a press to the still tender skin of your lower back, you came, clenching so sweetly around Levi’s dick that he had no choice but to follow you over the crest.

He panted on top of you for what seemed to be hours. “My heart is beating so fast. You’re so cute like this, begging for me.” He talked about you like you were one of his idols, cooing over your every reaction. You felt exhausted, your limbs not responding to your urge to make them move. Levi seemed to prefer this, posing you on his lap when he plopped onto the couch as if nothing had happened. He fixed your hair and outfit with tender fingers, wiping your face until he deemed you satisfactory. Your stomach turned as he fidgeted with his DDD, opening the camera to snap a few pictures of the two of you in your cosplays.

You only hoped that no one noticed the fucked out look on your face, and that the cum you felt seeping onto your thighs wasn’t visible.

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bunnyywritings · 5 years ago

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hii, i didn't know i needed that korean multilingual s/o until someone requested it! it was perfect! could you please do the same but in haikyuu with kageyama kuroo tsukki and bokuto, please please? it's a bonus if they can dance kpop pretty please?

having a multilingual s/o

[a/n: thank you for the request anon! you’re so sweet ♡ here you go! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- p.s. I’m sorry some are shorter than others, I’m still getting used to writing for Bokuto and Kageyama ]

kageyama tobio

♕ I don’t think he’d know that you spoke multiple languages until he heard you speak something other than japanese

♕ when you tell him you’re actually korean it all finally makes sense to him

♕ I feel like he’s more on the traditional side so I don’t think he’d take you up on learning a new language, other than english, but he definitely loves hearing you speak any language you know

♕ he really likes korean banana milk, he gets all blushy and pink when you get him a case of them

♕ I think he’d lowkey brag to Hinata about how smart you are

♕ you would 100% become their japanese tutor despite them...being japanese

♕ he won’t admit it but loves it if you call him pet names in your native language

♕ loves when you put snacks in his bag before practice

♕ loves hearing how jealous tanaka and noya get when they learn that he has an s/o AND they’re super duper smart

♕ I think he’d listen to got7, ikon, NCT U and NCT 127, won’t admit it but probably listens to Red Velvet

♕ he’d watch you practice kpop dances and wonder why you always get so tired, it looks super easy

♕ wrong!! he’d join you one day and this poor boy can hardly keep up

♕ I think he’d help you record them if you asked

♕ despite not wanting to learn the language, he’d learn cute little phrases to see you blush since I feel like he’s into that super mushy stuff when no one’s around

♕ would always compliment you and reassure you when you’re feeling down

♕ “What’s wrong (y/n)?” he asked when he finds you teary eyed outside of the gym

♕ “I failed my math test tobio, I feel so stupid...” He’d look so offended that those words even came out of your mouth

♕ “That’s a joke, right?” you’d frown up at him in confusion. “I have the most talented and intelligent s/o ever, what makes you think that, just because you got a bad grade in math, you’re stupid? Nope. I won’t let you say that.” He’d cross his arms

kuroo tetsuro

❂ definitely brags about how smart his s/o is to ANYONE that will listen

❂ he’d tease Lev about the fact that you could probably speak russian if you wanted to while he couldn’t

❂ that always earned him a smack upside the head and you apologizing to Lev

❂ he thinks it’s super hot when you speak your native language/dialect, loves watching how words always seem to just roll off your tongue

❂ he would definitely ask you to teach him curse words in every language you know just in case he ever needs them

❂ dies if you call him ‘oppa,’ i will not be taking criticism about this one

❂ I think he’d definitely want to learn how to speak your native tongue, or at least learn enough to understand it

❂ he is here for the food too, he will literally stuff his face with any traditional food you give him

❂ definitely has a tiktok profile just to post k-pop cover dances that the both of you did

absolutely loses his shit when kenma tells you guys he saw your video on his fyp

❂ he’d be into some hype kpop groups like Stray Kids, BTS, mamamoo, and KARD (he is very jealous of BM’s tiddies)

❂ 100% will body roll and twerk to Jay Park

tsukishima kei

(tf is his neck so long for???)

♪ he’d take it as a threat

♪ he prides himself on being 𝓫𝓲𝓰 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 so if you casually mention that you speak multiple languages, he’d have an aneurysm

�� will bully you into teaching him any language you speak

♪ “Kei, just ask me nicely and I’ll teach you all you want.” You giggled at his scowl

♪ “Tch as if I’d let you teach me anything.” he scoffed. “Your grade in japanese is lower than mine.” he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose

♪ “You know what, Hinata and Kageyama were asking if I could teach them some english. Maybe I’ll go teach someone who’ll appreciate it.” As you turned to walk away, a smirk grew on your lips

♪ “Wait...” He grabbed you wrist softly *making the face in the gif* “P-please t-teach me, (y/n)...” deciding you had tortured him enough, you happily nodded

♪ he’s a relatively good student, he just kinda absorbs the information

♪ you like to teach him stupid things like, “my name is kei and i look like a giraffe, nice to meet you.”

♪ “Wait...is-isn’t that the word for giraffe?” whoops, you tried to have a serious face and deny his words but you couldn’t contain the chuckle that escaped your lips. “I just called myself a giraffe, didn’t I?”

♪ you couldn’t even answer, mouth wide open in a silent laugh as you nodded dramatically

♪ while you’re busy laughing, he’ll grip your hips and pull you onto his lap

♪ “Kei what are-”

♪ “Someone’s being naughty today~” those words were purred in perfect pronunciation, even perfect sounding dialect

♪ hearing him say that in your native tongue made your breath hitch

♪ now he’s the one laughing

♪ I think he would enjoy more of the Krnb artists like Dean, Dprlive, Heize or offonoff maybe some Jay Park and Dok2, basically anyone from AOMG, if he’s feeling a little raunchy (i kinda hate that word tbh)

♪ he’d enjoy watching you do kpop dances but would never join in, saying it’s a waste of energy or something like that

♪ loves korean snacks, 10/10 would give you a ton of kisses if they taste kinda like strawberry shortcake

bokuto kotaro

☆ this boy would talk about you so much

☆ akaashi would have to tell him to shut up and focus which then makes him go into depresso mode

☆ “I was just saying that they’re super smart...” His hair would deflate and a pout would form on his lips

☆ “please come fix your boyfriend.”

☆ that text from akaashi made you sigh, you could basically sense that he was rolling his eyes so you came in to the gym and mended your boyfriend with a few kisses and words of encouragement

☆ i don’t think he’d take your offer in learning your native language but he’d definitely learn a few phrases

☆ I think he’d also enjoy being called ‘oppa’

☆ when it comes to kpop dances, he’d love to join you but would probably do 100x better

☆ for groups, I think he’d listen to Black Pink, NCT U, and Jay Park since I feel like he’d be into groups/artists that have songs that hype him up

☆ he enjoys hearing the changes in your voice whenever you speak a different language, whether it gets higher or deeper in pitch...he loves it

☆ he’d also stuff his face with any cultural dish you make him

☆ I also lowkey feel like bokuto would love to watch k-dramas, he’d definitely cry once the protagonists finally get together. he’d also get excited when he understands words or phrases without looking at the subtitles

#kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #haikyuu headcanons #fukurodani x reader #nekoma x reader #karsuno x reader #anon #anon ask #anon request

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ikenbar · 4 years ago

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A Date with Kiro: The Costume Shop

Howdy folks!

So, I’ve had the idea for dates supporting my oc, Ikamara for some time now but I wanted to go a little farther in her story before trying anything. But now we are at Chapter five so HERE WE GO!!

I also want to use the dates to show off who would be the main fella for the next chapters!! and SURPRISE!! Kiro will be the main for the next chapter!! :D So excited for this chapter you guys have no idea. And I’ll be able to show it off next week!! Stay tuned~ ;P

-Ike and Bar Productions

Setting: Right after the happenings of Chapter four. Ike has a weekend off so she spends it investigating some leads on the Montu case.

To understand some details about the Montu case, feel free to read Chapter one, part one of my fanfiction here! If you’re just here for the sake of a Kiro date, enjoy your stay! You don’t have to read the fanfiction to understand what is happening but it would make more sense! :D

Warnings: There are none. Unless you have a problem with tight clothing and/or cute gay moments.

Date with Kiro: Costume Shop

"Sorry, mam. Like I said before, we don’t sell that here.”

I pouted, dropping the mask in my hand slightly. I had made a goal to visit all of the costume shops in Loveland city, searching for the mask Montu had sent me, hoping to find one that had sold it. But the city only had three costume shops, and I had been through all them before ten on a Saturday.

Sensing my disappointment, the shop owner continued, “If it would make you feel better, you can have a look around. I don’t know. Maybe they took something apart from my store to make it.” I thought a moment, then nodded, shoving the mask into my messenger bag. I turned and looked around the shop. It was small but jam packed full of strange outfits and costumes. Some of which seemed to be vintage. This intrigued me.

I had barely taken one step into the store before a buzzing came from my pocket. I pulled it out and froze.

It was Kiro.

I still hadn’t quite accepted the fact that the Kiro was now one of my frequent connections. But there he was, calling me on a Saturday like we were actual friends… at least I hoped we were. Maybe I was just a question he was trying to answer. After all, how we met left a lot to the imagination.

Without wanting to waste anymore time, I quickly answered the call.

“Speaking.” I said, as casual as I could.

“Hey Super Stranger! How are you?”

Instantly my sour mood disappeared as Kiro’s happy voice filled my ears. Kiro had given me that nickname when I had saved him from a car accident. I had my motorcycle helmet on so he couldn’t see my face very well. He had called me his hero and had given me a nickname to commemorate it. And, though the nickname was corny, it never ceased to bring butterflies to my stomach. “I’m alright.” I mused, walking further into the store as I spoke, “How are you?”

“I’m great!” Kiro sang, “Guess what?”

“... What?” I asked, my smile faltering slightly.

“I found this amazing little stand that serves the best drinks! You’ve gotta come try it!”

“What- Now?” I scoffed.

“Yeah!” Kiro sang, “I don’t know when they are closing so it has to be now!”

“I’m a little busy with work.” I said, pulling at various costumes from their racks, “I don’t think I’d be able to leave it so easily.”

“You work on the weekends?” Kiro laughed slightly.

“Well superheroing isn’t really a part time gig!”

“But even superheroes need breaks!”

“Yeah, well, crime never rests.”

“But they make an amazing hot chocolate! They add espresso for extra flavor!”

The mention of coffee instantly changed my attitude.

“What do you say? Just one drink!” Kiro’s pleas increasingly became higher pitched, as if he was a child promising to do chores for a piece of candy.

Before I could say another word, a scream came from Kiro’s end of the phone. “Oh no.” Kiro whispered with dread on his tongue, “I’ve been spotted! I’ll text you the address and you can just meet me here!”

“Are you sure that’s a good-”

“No time to talk!” Kiro hurriedly said, “Gotta go! Later Stranger!” And with that, he hung up the phone. I looked down at the phone, shaking my head uselessly at it. Despite the disapproval I felt, a smile still crept it’s way up my lips. There was no way of saying no to that man.

With new found motivation, I searched the variety of costumes for anything pertaining to Montu. Without realizing it, I had begun looking through the superhero suits. As I scanned the clothes, I pulled out a particularly familiar looking costume. My foster brother, Sam, and I used to watch old cartoons from CDs that our foster father kept in his attic. There were a thousand collections to pick from but one cartoon in particular truly piqued our interest.

Boot Fever.

It was about a group of superheroes that fought villains who tried taking over their already crumbling city. It was a very old show with a very old premise but, man did Sam and I eat it up. From the characters to the animation to even the terrible voice acting, we watched that show late into the night. I may not have had great memories of my childhood, but those memories are ones I would take to my grave.

I thought the show had long been forgotten but there I was, holding the main protagonist’s outfit. Her name was Red Sparrow. Her super power was to be able to transform her body into anything she thought of. Sam compared her to me all the time. Though the only point he could connect us to was the fact she was strong. Because, other than that, we were complete opposites. She was very dramatic and in tune with her emotions. Not to mention her suit was extremely form fitting. And, at the time, the tightest thing in my closet was my yoga pants. Even then they would be paired with an oversized sweatshirt and a flannel around my waist.

Past all of that, I loved the fact that she wore a full face mask. It resembled the face of the bird she was named after and, though the design was simple, made her character a big hit in her time. Women's appearances in shows in that time were based solely on how revealing they were. Red sparrow seemed to take that and turn it on it’s head. Her jumpsuit completely covered her whole body, hiding her identity completely.

I plucked off the mask from the top hanger and turned it over in my hands. No one would know it was her unless they took it off. She was a mystery. I longed to be that mystery ever since I was a kid-

A loud bang came from the front door. I ducked behind the clothes rack, immediately bracing for a fight. Instead, I was met with the sound of someone panting heavily. “Welcome in, sir.” The owner of the shop said sarcastically, “Is there something I can help you find?” Curiosity overlapping my shock, I peered around the rack.

There, weakly leaning on the door, was Kiro. He had his eyes closed as he gasped for air. He was in his usual disguise of sunglasses and a black hoodie, but the hoodie’s armpits looked to be drenched in sweat as his sunglasses slid down his equally wet face.

I quickly sunk back behind the rack, frozen in fear. Kiro can’t be here! I screamed in my head, If he tried talking to me he’d know I was Super Stranger! Then I would only disappoint him by being some lowly tv show producer with no regard for feelings! Not to mention, holding a scantily clad costume of an old tv show. I have to act fast.

Looking down at the mask in my hand, a stupid plan came to mind. Not having the time to second guess it, I quickly threw the mask on and pulled the rest of the costume off of it’s hanger. I hurried to the dressing room and pulled the curtain shut, praying that Kiro didn’t notice me go in there. I quickly started stripping down, folding my clothes and shoving them into my messenger bag as I moved.

As I changed, I heard some screaming coming from outside of the small shop.

“I saw him go this way!”

“Quick! Don’t let him go too far!”

Some rustling came from inside the store as Kiro’s familiar voice traveled the air, “Sir, I need a place to hide! Please! Help me!”

I had never heard Kiro so desperate. Half of me wanted to jump out of the dressing room right then to help him. The other half would rather finish getting dressed first.

The latter won.

I pulled on the skin tight suit, regretting it instantly as it squeaked over my skin and tugged at my unshaven leg hairs.

“I don’t know, sir.” the shopkeeper droned, “That sounds rather suspicious to me.”

“I’ll give you my autograph.”

“There is a dressing room over there you can hide in.” The shopkeeper spoke quickly and excitedly. I cursed in a whisper as I picked up my pace. After a moment of pause, quick steps approached my hiding spot. With one last zip of my costume, thankfully from the front, the curtain to the room shot open. Kiro hadn’t looked at me yet, still focused on the door where the screaming had only further increased. But, once he had, his face went completely red.

“I-I’m so sorry!” Kiro stammered, eyes darting straight to the ceiling, “I didn’t know this room was occupied!” A loud bang came from the store’s door again. Without lingering on the awkwardness anymore, I grabbed Kiro’s arm and pulled him into the room. I pushed him into the corner and held a finger to the mask’s beak. Still bushing wildly, Kiro nodded, holding his eyes on my mask all too securely.

High pitched voices rang through the store as they searched the shop. Some of them were questioning the shopkeeper. Others were whining about how small the store was. The sound of metal scraping against metal chimed in the mess of sounds as the girls started searching the clothing racks for him. Soon the interrogating and complaints turned even more sour as they slowly came up with nothing.

Just as I thought we were in the clear, a shadow appeared under the dressing room curtain. “Hey!” A particularly annoying voice called, “Is there anyone in there?!” I froze. Kiro couldn’t answer. He was the person they were looking for! But I couldn’t answer either because Kiro would know I was Super Stranger!

“Hello?!” The girl impatiently called. I felt Kiro’s eyes on me.

I sighed.

“Occupied.” I resolutely boomed. The shadow flickered.

“S-sorry!” She said, obviously startled by my voice. The shadow quickly disappeared. Avoiding Kiro’s eyes, I walked over to the curtain and peered out of the room, just in time to watch all the girls leave the store. I sighed once again and straightened myself, letting the curtain fall back into place.

“You should be safe now.” I said, turning back to face Kiro. He was staring at me wide eyed and mouth agape. His face had significantly returned to it’s normal hue, if not for a slight blush on his cheeks.

“S-Super Stranger?!” He scoffed, finally letting his eyes stray from my face and to my body. I folded my arms and popped my hip.

“Eyes up here, chief.” I deadpanned, signalling for him to adjust his gaze. He did so, his blush rushing back through his face.

“Sorry!” He chuckled nervously, pulling his eyes from me completely, “I just never thought you’d have such a…”

“Yes?”

“... Such a love for such an old show! I mean, how old do you have to be to know who Red Sparrow is?!”

“Apparently not old at all.” I walked over to Kiro and tilted my head so our eyes met, “Suggesting that the twenty-three year old Kiro knows about it.” Kiro tensed. Then he laughed, releasing some of the obvious tension that rode on his shoulders. He looked at me adoringly through the mask.

“I can’t believe it, Super Stranger! You saved me again!” Kiro raised his arms. I held a hand out.

“They were just some fangirls.” I insisted, pushing Kiro backward, “No big deal.”

“Of course it’s a big deal! Who knows what they would have done if they caught me! Let me make it up to you.”

“That isn’t necessary.”

“Come on it’s the least I can do! Hey! That drink stand I was telling you about isn’t too far from here! Let’s go there!”

“And how do you expect to get out of here with those girls looking for you?” I asked, folding my arms again. Kiro’s eyes flickered back to my body. Then, a strange emotion sparked in his eyes as he let them linger there.

“I just need a new disguise!” He said rubbing his hands together. I slowly looked down at my outfit.

“... If you think you’re getting this-”

“No, this shop is full of costumes! I wonder…” Kiro walked past me, being careful not to touch me. He paused at the curtain, checking that the coast was clear, then he moved out of the room. I had only been alone for a couple of minutes until Kiro had returned, costume in hand. I froze.

In his hands was the costume of Complex Cell, the sidekick to Red Sparrow. He could duplicate himself up to a thousand times and not break a sweat, easily confusing the enemy long enough to take them down. He also just so happened to be Red Sparrow’s love interest.

“What are you doing?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

“What do you mean, Sparrow?!” Kiro beamed.

>>>

“I can pay, Kiro.”

“Who is this Kiro?!” Kiro boomed, handing the shop owner his card, “For I am COMPLEX CELL!!” I rolled my eyes. The moment Kiro had put on the costume it was like he had completely disappeared, only to be replaced by Complex Cell. The overly confident, motivating, annoyingly positive sidekick of a superhero… so in reality not much had changed other than how he spoke, which was cute at first but it got boring quick.

“Come, dear Sparrow!” Kiro laced his arm into mine, “Hot chocolate awAITS US!!” He took his card and skipped out of the store, pulling me closely behind him.

The moment I stepped out of the store, I immediately felt the eyes of the world on me. I may have been comfortable with my body but I had never been that exposed before. I normally would be wearing at least a jacket but now…

“Hey.” Kiro tugged on my arm, “You ok, Sparrow?”

“I’m not Red Sparrow.” I said through my teeth, “Do you realize how much we stand out?! Everyone’s staring!”

“The sidewalk is practically empty.”

“Emphasis on practically.”

“Stranger,” Kiro laughed and tapped my arm lightly, “You’ve got nothing to worry about. Remember, you’re not the only one dressed up like this! I’ve got your back! Besides, you look amazing!”

My heart leaped through my throat, “... You really think so?”

“Of course!” Kiro looked down at me. His mask only covered the top half of his face, exposing his glistening smile, “I’m disappointed more people aren’t looking! More people need to see how amazing you look!” I elbowed Kiro in the side but still felt the uneasiness lift from my shoulders. There was nothing Kiro would say that could make me hate him.

“Red Sparrow!?”

Kiro halted in his steps and spun around. A small child smiled brightly at Kiro and me. She was tugging at her father’s jacket, pointing at us excitedly. “Dad! Dad, look!! It’s Red Sparrow and Complex Cell!” Kiro released my arm and struted confidently towards the kid.

“Hello, dear child!” Kiro boomed, , smiling brightly and laughing dramatically as he knelt to the little girl’s eye level, “I see you have spotted Sparrow and I! But I am very surprised that someone as pretty as you could know about us!”

“I watched you guys win battles with my mom!” The girl giggled, blushing at Kiro’s shining face, “I really like how you guys save the day! Everyday! I especially like Red Sparrow.” The girl looked hopefully up to me, “She’s my favorite!”

“Well today is your lucky day!” Kiro turned to look at me as well, smile somehow brighter than before, “Isn’t it, Sparrow??” I looked between the two of them, frozen in place. I know what Kiro wants. He wants Red Sparrow. But I'm not Red Sparrow! I’m Ike. The horrible, cold, distant-

A sparkle flashed across the little girl’s eyes. A sparkle I was all too familiar with…

I sighed.

“My dear adventurer!!” My voice jumped to action as I threw my hands in the air and cat-walked over to the girl, “I am honored to be considered your favorite superhero! Pray tell, just how are you doing this fine day?” I knelt down next to Kiro and posed for the girl. Her face lit up beautifully, smiling brighter than even Kiro. Before I could say anymore, she ran into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck tightly and nearly tipping me over. I kept my arms out, looking to Kiro for any kind of help he could give me. He merely grinned, flashing me with adoring eyes. I frowned uselessly at him. He was no help.

I patted the little girl softly on her back, “M-My! You startled me.” I awkwardly said in Sparrow’s voice, “What’s this for?”

“Last year, my mommy died.” The little girl’s whisper stunned me even further, “She was sick and spent a lot of time in her bed. But we would still spend time together to watch you save the day! She said that she liked you because it didn’t matter what happened to you. You would always make sure the bad guys would lose. And that’s why you’re my favorite! Because you were my mom’s favorite!”

Anything I wanted to say was blocked by a lump forming in my throat. Tidal waves of emotions crashed through my heart as the girl’s grip remained tight around my neck. I may not have had that kind of experience before, nor did I want to experience it, but hearing it come from such a small voice made me feel so bad for her. Like I was next to her on that bed and watching those shows with her mom. The only person I watched those kinds of shows with was Sam and if I were to lose him…

I wrapped my arms around the little girl, pulling her closely to me as I cradled her. “You and your mother have quite an amazing taste.” I said, heroic voice faltering slightly, “But, you should know one thing. I am only a hero because you allow me to be one.” The little girl pulled away from me.

“What do you mean?” She asked, her big eyes filled with curiosity. I smiled lightly and moved my hands so I was holding her arms.

“I am only a hero to protect people like you! Without you, I would be nothing.” I tilted my head and winked at the girl through my mask. The girl shook her head and pushed my hands down.

“That’s not true.” She smiled, “You don’t need someone watching you to do the right thing! You should be able to do it because you know it’s right! That’s what my mom always said!” My finger twitched. Without a moment to waste, the girl turned to her father.

“Daddy! Daddy! Can you take a picture of us!!”

The girl and her father walked joyfully away, leaving Kiro and me in silence. A hand rubbed my back. “You alright, Stranger?” Kiro asked, finally dropping his hero facade.

“... How can a girl that young be so smart?” I asked softly, folding my arms and adjusting my posture to one that better suited me instead of Red Sparrow. Kiro laughed.

“You know, I was thinking the same thing!” He said through a chuckle, “I guess it’s true that wisdom comes from experience.” Kiro’s words left us in another meaningful silence.

“... She reminds me of my foster brother.” I said, my voice trailing slightly. Kiro’s head snapped to me in my peripherals.

“You… were a foster kid?” Kiro asked, tone shifting dramatically.

“We used to watch Boot Fever all the time when we were growing up.” I continued, ignoring Kiro’s question, “He would dress up and pop popcorn because he was so excited to watch it with me.” I turned and caught Kiro’s sparkling eyes. I rolled my own and shoved him from me.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I deadpanned.

“Stranger!” He said, closing the distance between us again with open arms, “You’re opening up!”

“Yeah, yeah.” I mused, looking round the area we were standing in, “Where is this drink stand you have been raving about?”

“Oh!” Kiro quickly grabbed my hand and pointed behind me. A cute, wooden, mobile drink stand sat on the other side of the street. Steam wafted up from a false chimney, gracing the cool air with the soft smell of caramel and cinnamon. Two people stood in line for the drinks, but other than that the street was nearly empty. “Luckily for us, those girls didn’t see me at the stand.” Kiro excitedly said into my ear, “And there is no line! Let’s go!” Kiro pushed against my back. I quickly swatted him away and started walking to the stand on my own. Kiro quickly followed, clapping his hands together like an eager child.

The couple at the stand left with their drinks, leaving room for Kiro and me to walk up. The woman manning the stand looked me up and down. A charming smile flashed on her lips. “Red Sparrow?” She asked, leaning on the counter and arching an eyebrow.

“Barista?” I asked, folding my arms again. She laughed and stood up straight.

“No need to get defensive, Red.” The barista said, “You look good!” A sharp blush struck my cheeks. Arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me backwards and into a chest.

“I know, right?!” Kiro giddily chimed, rubbing his head into my shoulder. I rolled my eyes and flicked Kiro’s forehead. He whined and pulled away from me to rub his head. The barista chuckled and turned to her drinks.

“So, what will it be, heroes?” She asked, avoiding any more eye contact with me. I looked at the menus on the side of the stand, then at Kiro.

“... I’ll have an iced caramel macchiato, subed with white chocolate mocha, coconut milk, and a mocha drizzle.”

Kiro and the barista looked at me in shocked silence. I turned calmly to Kiro. “Anything you’d like to add, Cap?” I asked Kiro casually. His look of astonishment never faltered.

“...You really drink that kind of drink?” He asked with a laugh.

“Oh not at all.” I tactlessly chimed, casually looking at the tip of my gloves, “I just told you I was a foster child. I’ve got to throw you off my scent before you figure out my secret identity.”

“Oh a drink order won’t throw me off!” Kiro laughed and casually approached me, “Just you wait! I’ll figure your identity out and we can be heroes together!... Speaking of which,” Kiro leaned forward, eyes shining beautifully, “Did you ever come up with a superhero name for me like you promised?”

I didn’t know if it was how close he was standing to me, the soft aroma of romantic scents, or the fact that he fit into that superhero costume so well, but every word I wanted to say got caught in my throat. All I could do was look him in the eyes. Eyes so gorgeously blue, I could swim in them…

“Hey, Red.”

I snapped to and looked over at the barista. She shook the iced drink in her hand. “You gonna pay for this or make me stand here holding it in the middle of fall?” She asked, tone dripping in annoyance. I cleared my throat and nodded, taking the drink from her.

“As for you, Captain.” I said, regaining my composure as I turned back to Kiro, “Your hero name is one of importance. I will tell you what it is in due time.”

“So in other words, you don’t have one yet.” Kiro sighed, pouting slightly.

“I do too!” I huffed, stepping away from the stand and gesturing to Kiro to follow, “I’m just not going to expose it in a place where everyone is listening!” Kiro laughed and pulled me into a firm side hug.

“Alright Stranger, I’ll let you off this once.” He sighed, pulling me down the street with me by his side, “So what are you up to for the rest of the day! Are you free to hang out?”

“Me?” I scoffed, brushing off Kiro’s hand from my shoulder, “What about you? Does Savin even know you’re out here?”

“Today’s my day off! Which means I’m all yours!... if you’ll have me?” Kiro’s eyes sparkled like diamonds as he awaited my answer. My hand drifted to my messenger bag where a lump graced my fingertips. I dedicated the whole day to finding anything I could about Montu… but I suppose the costume shops were a bust, and I had no other leads to follow…

“... Where to first?” I asked, adjusting the messenger bag on my shoulder. Kiro beamed and laced his arm in mine. With that, we had continued our walk down the street, starting a meaningless conversation and going nowhere in particular. And, for the first time in a while,

I was alright with having no where to go.

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Rooftop Rendezvous

Leviathan x Reader

Right trope, wrong genre.

Author’s Note: I tried something new for me, trying to be gender neutral in a smut. It was difficult and I may not have conveyed it all right. If ya’ll got any tips, hit me up. Some constructive criticism on this one is definitely accepted.

You’d told him you had something special planned for him.

It started with breakfast. You gave him toast with jam and told him to hurry on his way or he’d be late. You’d recommended that he eat while he run.

He found a love letter waiting for him in locker.

You’d saved him a seat at a window at the back of the room.

You gave him a bento you had made for him.

By the third-class period he’d caught on to your special surprise.

You had pulled out every stop in giving him a simulated experience of a protagonist in an anime! What the specific genre was, he was yet uncertain, but you had planned out a whole story for him for his day.

Was it a simple slice of life? Or was it supernatural? Would there be magic? Maybe it was simply a romance? After all, you two had been together for some. Regardless, he was giddy beyond measure!

For lunch, you invited him up to the roof. Another staple trope of any story with a school setting. It’s where all the key events happen: where close friends gather for a place away from it all; where characters develop with heart-to-heart conversations or through brooding monologues; and of course, where romantic confessions and quiet dates between lovers take place.

“Don’t be late,” you had warned him, with a coy smile and finger of your lips. “I want every second I can with you.”

He couldn’t stop smiling in the class just before, daydreaming of the possibilities that awaited him. And the minute the teacher dismissed the class, he practically sprinted to meet you. He thought that perhaps he would get a love confession, or you’d be feeding him bites from his special bento.

When he’d opened the door to the roof, you greeted him with a peck on his cheek, an action that still made him blush no matter how many times you did so—but at least he’d stopped protesting as opposed to when you first began dating. He’d learned if he put any sort of unwillingness you would stop immediately. He could never tell if was because you were teasing him or if you were trying to be considerate.

“I found the naughtiest book peeking out from your bed,” you hummed, pulling from behind you book he knew too well.

His body went cold, his muscles rigid as the gears in his head slowly turned at the

His hentai. The mangas he’d removed from his shelves and hidden away under his bed since your arrival to the House of Lamentation—you’d found them! He was a yucky otaku, but he didn’t want you to know he was a pervert too.

But now you did now. And he was mortified. The only noise he could make was drawn out scream as he stumbled back against the door he’d closed behind him. “I-I—” he tried to explain, but no good excuse came to the forefront of his mind.

“I was so excited when I did,” you cooed as you approached him, practically predatory.

“E-excited?” He asked with confusion. He’d thought for sure you were going to be upset. But your tone and that look in your eye said otherwise. He gulped audibly unsure this was even happening.

“Oh, yes very. I was especially fond of the little rendezvous on the rooftop here.” You told him, opening the book to a page you had dog eared. He’d have to be mad about that later.

Instead he could only attempt to gather air into his lungs as his mouth opened and closed while small noises that were attempts at words seemed to flow out.

“I was hoping, we could re-enact a something from it,” you whispered, a finger trailing up his shirt, eyes flitting up to him. You bit your lip in the most enticing way, the way he knew you knew he liked.

The only thing he could do was nod frantically as you slowly fell to your knees, a wicked glint in your eye.

“You can stop me at any time,” you assured him—to which he wildly shook his head no. No, he didn’t dare to turn this opportunity down. Frantically he searched for the door handle behind him, locking the door as his signal that he was more than ready, despite his embarrassment and his incredibly reddened face.

Pleased, you unbuckled his pants and pulled them down only half way down his thighs, only just enough for you to get your face flat against him and rub against his cock against your soft cheek, peering up at him. With a shaking hand he stroked your hair, as you began to kiss up his shaft to the tip, and lick a long stripe down again. With kitten licks, you teased him, and his legs began to shake—mostly from nerves as much as impatience. In an attempt to soothe him, you ran your hands up his thighs stroking in circles.

When you finally wrapped your lips around his cock, you took him inch by inch, each time pulling back and coming down for just a little bit more. Warm, soft, and slick. He bucked his hips and found to his surprise that you gripped his thighs and pushed him hard against the door as a way to stop him.

Your eyes held a warning, and he whined. “P-please… You’re teasing! I-it’s not fair…” His hands moving up to cover his mouth from further noises to escape him.

You moan around him, and he feels his cock hit the back of your throat, your hands pumping what you had yet to put in your mouth. You had more to go, and he couldn’t stand the wait.

But the more you worked him, the less he thought of the door, of being heard, and the more he seemed to loosen up the muscles that had tightened in his nervousness. His face remained red, and he still bit at his hands to stifle some of his groans, but he no longer choked on them in attempt to hold them back completely.

Pulling back you gazed up at him, eyes lidded. Gently you pulled on his arm down and then his hands into your hair. “You know how it goes, don’t you, baby?” You cooed, eyes glancing at the book and his eyes widened.

His mouth watered, and he gulped it back as he paused to think it through, biting at his lip nervously considering it. “You have to tell me if it hurts.” He asked, as he stroked your hair. You nod and smile, returning your mouth to the tip, your tongue flicking against the head in an effort to entice him.

“This taste, this smell,” you quoted as you rubbed your cock against your cheek, “it makes my head spin.”

His hands fisted into your hair and despite your pushing against his legs, he roughly shoved forward into your throat. You gag around him, and rake your hands down his thighs to give yourself a more stable hold.

Just like the panels. You really were letting him live out every fantasy and he couldn’t thank you enough.

He pulled your head back as you take a breath and then immediately thrusts again, feeling little less resistance the more he used you, until you laxed completely, eyes rolling to the back, cheeks red from the exertion.

What was the line? “This is right where you belong,” he groaned, “you were made perfect for me.” And by god, you really were. From the way you loved him to the way you sucked him. You were perfection. He couldn’t adore you more.

Against his cock he could feel your lips tighten and your cheeks raise with a smile on your face. And somehow, the thought alone was more than enough than even the way your tongue lapped at the underside of his cock. That familiar tense in his gut and the way his cock pulsed, he knew he was close.

“Drink it down,” he commanded, though his voice held very little authority. Levi simply didn’t have it in him to be, as much as he wished to be. He came hard, groaning loudly, your name on his lips. You made it a point to swallow loudly, your throat closing around his now sensitive cock, causing him to shake.

When he yanked you off, you coughed and gasped for air, but you couldn’t stop smiling. Opening your mouth to confirm you had taken in every last drop. He trailed a finger over your sloppy lips. As the story goes, you should turn and beg for more. But something felt out of place.

Levi kneeled, gently cupping your cheek. “I love you,” he whispered in a gentle kiss.

“That’s not in the book,” you chuckle against his lips.

“Nevermind the book. I want to kiss you, okay?” He muttered. “This is better.” His arms wrapped you pulling you against him as he sat back against the door.

Kiss after kiss, tongues dancing as his hands wandered on your form. “Whose teasing now?” You whine and he grins devilishly. His grope at you mercilessly, slipping a hand under your clothes, and down into your underwear to insert a finger into you. But he paused as he felt something already taking his place.

He shouldn’t have been surprised to find a toy waiting for him, given that you had prepared to re-enact everything in the story, but to actually feel it was a much different experience. In his excitement, he quickly flipped you on your back, removing your clothes to see it too. “H-hey!” You yelped in your surprise.

Had you been wearing that all day? The very thought made his cock twitch. “No way,” He said with awe. His fingers gripped the toy that sat inside you rotated it experimentally inside you, angling it to rub against your walls. You moaned loudly, your face contorted into absolute bliss, and your body trembled beneath him. He rotated it once more, picking up speed with every turn, and pulling it out to spiral it back in.

“Oh, god, Levi, please,” you begged, “I’m gonna cum, Levi, I’m gonna cum,” you chanted as your hips rocked back into the toy. You reached a hand to find something to hold on to and he leaned forward to at least give you his shoulders to grip. But despite your pulls for him to reach you for a kiss, he kept himself upright, his hands only working on you faster. He wanted to see it. He needed to see your face when you came, his eyes determine and trained on you.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, and your body arched as you came, coating you both with your cum. You panted quietly as you came down, and he slowly pulled the toy from you, and lining his hard cock up in its place.

He pushed the head in gently, but went no deeper, leaning down to give you another kiss, another thank you. “Levi, if you don’t put it in me now, I’ll never forgive you,” you groaned into him. He laughed and more than happily complied, thrusting in slowly, stretching you in ways the toy simply couldn’t.

“I love you, Levi,” you breathed against his ear, “I love you so much.” It was the most beautiful phrase he could ever hear.

You loved him. You wanted him. You were all his, and he was all yours.

Levi’s pace quickened, the sound of wet skin hitting wet skin coming together in a lovely chorus to your moans. “I love you,” he returned to you, his forehead laying against yours. Between panting breaths you kissed, only leaving for the air that you required.

“I—I’m close,” Levi warned. He hated to cum before you, but sometimes it simply couldn’t be helped.

Your hand moved to stroke yourself as to catch up to him, and he thrust harder but slower into you as if to delay himself.

“Levi,” you gasped, losing your strength to rock against him any longer. Now you were at your limit too. He bucked faster once again, hands gripping into your sides and jerking you on to him cock instead.

Your body went limp and shivering, as you came, though you were tightening around him in the most delicious way. With your name on his lips, he came into you, pumping a few more times to get every remnant out and into you.

The was quiet as you to desperately replaced the oxygen you lost in the exertion. He heard you laughing slightly in your content bliss and he smiled as well. As he pulled from you he watched his cum drip down, and thinking quickly he retrieve the toy and swiped what cum that leaked and pushed it back into you.

You gasped, still incredibly sensitive, but Levi only smiled at you. “I want this in until we get home.”

“Levi, I don’t think I could make it the day like this,” you whine. “I might just—”

“If you cum you’ll have to make it up to me at home,” he said with a peck to your forehead and a cheeky grin. “It’s what happens in the manga after all.”

“We didn’t re-enact it exactly anyway,” you retort.

“I like our way better. It’s better than anything any anime, game, or manga.”

You smiled back at him, brightly as you reached up to hold him close again until the bell rang signaling the end of the lunch period. Quickly the two of you attempted to adjust yourselves to hurry to class.

“Ah!” Levi screamed suddenly as you unlocked the door to begin down the staircase.

“What is it?”

“My bento! I never ate my bento!” He cried miserably as he followed after you.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #fic

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Lucie Herondale: From Childhood to Adulthood

A/N: Sadly, technology is still not that advanced and I don’t have access to Cassie’s head. What you’re about to read is my interpretation of several scenes and symbols, based on what I’ve read about cautionary fairy tales, mythological tropes and my own literary experience. Of course, fairy tales don’t reflect the complexity of real life. But sometimes authors make use of the codes found in their construct. I’ve written this text for fun. So if you enjoy reading such literary analyses, by all means, proceed.

Disclaimer: Discussion of sexuality

So these days I can’t stop thinking about Lucie and her story (surprise, ik!) and I had a sort of epiphany. In one of my ramblings about Lucie, I mentioned how Lucie’s arc is reminiscent of a typical coming-of-age tale. These writings usually serve as a subtle introduction of adulthood to children. And I think I found a clue about Lucie’s next step towards maturity.

So where did we leave Lucie in Chain of Gold? She is now aware of the hidden power within her which has been docile all her life. At first, her power manifests itself unknowingly to her (interrogating Gast, saving Cordelia). By the end of the book, however, she uses it intentionally (commanding Jesse) and we know she plans to exercise it again. Pay attention that she’s initially afraid of her “monstrous power”, as Gast calls it; she doesn’t want to order anyone around and she’s not sure of the extent of her abilities. She knows of their existence but she hasn’t mastered them yet.

Alongside the awakening of her demonic power, Lucie experiences another “awakening” - that of her sexuality. She tells the reader that she has begun to notice things she wouldn’t have paid attention to before:

She would not have noticed his state of undress when she was so young, but she was very conscious of it now. (p.170)

Still, Lucie has not yet fully grasped the meaning behind these new aspects of her life. Throughout the book, she attributes them to familiar experiences:

As a writer, one had to pay attention to these things. Descriptions were very important. (p.220)

Or she’s completely baffled by the way her body reacts:

She could feel her heart pounding, and was a little surprised at herself. It wasn’t as if seeing ghosts was that a rare occurrence for her. (p. 219)

Now, I have to make an important side note: In fairy tales, harnessing one’s sexuality usually stands for gaining knowledge. Sexuality is in direct opposition to innocence which can be interpreted as the state of still having knowledge to learn. In my previous analysis, I touched briefly upon how the awakening of Lucie’s powers and the realisation of her full potential (=sexuality) are interwoven together. So we’ll see how these two develop simultaneously.

So far, Lucie’s character arc loosely follows “The Heroine’s Journey” (you might have heard of “The Hero’s Journey” but the two are different). While “The Hero’s Journey” is primarily about performing a deed of bravery and physical power (e.g killing the dragon), “The Heroine’s Journey” is oriented inwards and it’s main goal is to reconcile the monster within (=”monstrous power”). It’s about descending into the deepest parts of oneself and returning with a greater awareness. Maureen Mardock, the author of “The Heroine’s Journey”, writes:

Persephone is pulled out of the innocence (unconsciousness) of everyday life into a deeper consciousness of self by Hades. She is initiated into the sexual mysteries … She becomes Queen of the Underworld.

So the question is how this descent may be portrayed in TLH. What if I tell you that Lucie will be “initiated” into a world of “sexual mysteries” very soon? And that this “world” is none other than Hell Ruelle - a literal Downworld establishment.

In an early chapter, Lucie, Cordelia, and Anna meet up for a party at the Hell Ruelle.

Let’s see what some of the characters have to say about this place.

Matthew: “Are you quite sure you want to come, Cordelia? It will be scandalous.”

Cordelia: “It was rumoured that more daring things happened at salons as well, in the shadows and the dark gardens, couples gathering to tryst where no one could see them.”

Anna: “One famous noble lady seated her artistic guests in her ruelle- the space between her bed, any lady’s bed, really, and the wall. A scandalous spot.”

Also consider the following: Hell Ruelle is the place which Matthew and Anna, two of presumably the most “scandalous” characters, visit regularly. It’s the venue for Anna’s attempts at seduction. The place where we see Cordelia wearing probably the most revealing clothes she’s ever put on in her life. And, of course, the place where she and James share the steamiest love scene in the whole book.

In short, it is a scandalous spot, where adult pleasures take place. And I find it significant that Lucie is about to go there now, after her initial awakening in CoG.

A few weeks ago, I actually wondered if Lucie would have had her birthday by the start of CoI. You know, as a means of showing that she’d literally grown up. But it’s not possible since that would mean she’s the same age as James. Then the cover was revealed and one of the first exclamations @jesseblackthorns made was “She looks very matured!”. It’s true because this is the point of her journey towards self-discovery. Kudos to the designer! And then I thought: what better way to show this than with her visit to Hell Ruelle in the beginning of the next book as a symbolic crossing of one of the thresholds to adulthood?

“Threshold” is an important word choice here. Look at what Cordelia sees at the entrance of Hell Ruelle:

Inside was a narrow hallway whose walls were heavy red cloth tapestries hanging from the ceiling to floor, obscuring whatever was behind them. At the end of the hall was another door, also painted red.

We have a hallway, we also have a door, a literal threshold, if you will. It’s a boundary between two worlds. The tapestries “obscure” Cordelia’s perception; a hidden potential is out of sight, anything might lie beyond. The color red is everywhere; red is often associated with passion, desire and sexuality. Moreover, it’s hanging from the walls, it’s bleeding. I don’t want to get too explicit but the sexual subtext is there.

As she goes further in the heart of the party, we have this passage:

Cordelia felt her heart flutter a bit - there was something about this night that felt dangerous, and not because she was in a room full of Downworlders. The fact that none of them were making any attempt to hide it did make it seem less worrisome. (p.228)

The Downworlders reveal their true nature here. In a way, here they are their fully-realised selves (=adults). So Cordelia has symbolically entered adulthood – and adulthood often feels dangerous and confusing. Note the succession of details which are closely associated with adult entertainment. Cordelia notices the paintings of naked figures on the walls. And after a brief hesitation, she proceeds to drink champagne - an alcoholic drink - for the first time in her life.

Despite the feeling of danger and novelty in the air, Cordelia doesn’t turn around and run. She embraces it. She jokes about the nudity depicted in the paintings, and she leaves the party as a hero after saving the warlocks. This goes to show just how self-aware Cordelia is and I think we can all agree that she’s one of the most mature protagonists Cassie has ever written.

What about Lucie then? We haven’t seen her in such a setting before and it would be interesting to follow her experience. I hope that we’ll have a glimpse of her POV during the party. In my opinion, this is very likely since we’ve already had Cordelia’s POV and Anna is in her element in this place. So it all depends on what Cassie wants to show us and the plot.

To sum up, Lucie’s visit to Hell Ruelle is a symbolic step towards adulthood. In CoG, she’s wary of the newfound power within her which also symbolises her sexual awakening. Following “The Heroine’s Journey”, the more comfortable Lucie gets with wielding her power, the more aware and confident of herself she’ll become (and vice versa). The coming-of-age stories usually tackle themes such as the interplay between uncertainty/disgust and attraction about sexuality. The visit will broaden Lucie’s horizons and it’s a step along the way of her becoming a fully-realized human being in terms of fairy tale tradition.

Thank you for reading! If you have any questions, please ask me! <333

#lucie herondale #chain of gold #the last hours #my analyses

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