#i’ll crawl into a hole and die after this it’s fine

[heartofspells]

It’s time to play a game called...how many music metaphors can be made during smut?

(so far i’m up to like eighteen which I think is pretty good. i’m sort of proud)

[lemonlover1110]

𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑

Toji Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Ever since you spilled coffee on your co-worker, you find yourself getting in compromising situations with him.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, co-worker Toji, office sex, oral sex (m. receiving), gagging, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, praise, semi-public sex(?? they're in the janitor's closet in the first part and there's people outside)

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Apart from his name, you don’t know anything about the man you work with. Toji sits next to you eight hours a day, yet you’ve never gotten to properly know him. You have no idea if he’s married, if he has kids, a pet– What waits for him when he gets home? Does he have any hobbies? The only time you ever talk is about work, and you typically wouldn’t care about knowing your coworkers if it weren’t for the fact that you constantly find yourself daydreaming over Toji.

What you like the most about Toji may be the fact that he barely speaks since it leaves you questioning everything about his personality. You make a perfect version of your co-worker in your head which has you head over heels for him. It certainly doesn’t help that Toji is exactly the type of man who you want behind you, fucking you senseless.

You hate to have those types of thoughts in the middle of the day, and worst of all, you’re mindlessly staring at him, and it’s too late to turn away when he asks you what’s wrong. He clears his throat, and you feel your face burning hot when he asks, “Is everything okay? Do I have something on my shirt?”

“Oh– No! Sorry…” You can’t play it off much since you stared at him like a lovesick teenage girl. You try to ignore the awkward interaction by looking back at your computer, trying to go back to work, trying to ignore the very embarrassing fact that Toji caught you daydreaming.

You feel his eyes on you as you turn back to your work, and you swear you could crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment. His gaze lingers on you for a moment before Toji turns his attention back to his own job. You don’t stress about it, completely forgetting about the awkward interaction after five minutes. 

You work fine throughout the afternoon, and when you finally get out of your chair to take a break, you bump into him. Toji’s coffee spills all over his white button up shirt, making a gasp leave your lips. Toji doesn’t have much of a reaction even though the coffee looks hot. Your immediate reaction is to rub your long sleeve on his shirt to try to clean it up. You’re repeating, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I should watch where I’m going.”

“It’s fine. You’re fine.” Toji just holds his arms up as if he were being threatened by a gun. Toji isn’t a man that gets flustered easily but by the way you’re unintentionally touching him to clean him up, his cheeks burn. “It’s fine, really. I’ll just clean up in the bathroom–”

“I’m sorry.” You jerk back when you realize just how much you’ve been touching him without his permission. He lets out a chuckle, making it seem that it’s fine. It was an honest mistake, he surely doesn’t mind if a pretty girl bumps into him… Now, if it was one of the old guys that work in the office, it’d be a whole different story. You watch him walk away, mentally cursing at yourself for being so fucking dumb.

You notice the mess on the floor and you tiptoe around it to go to the janitor’s closet and get some stuff to clean it up. You enter the small room, turning on the light to look for some paper towels. You click your tongue, seeing that they’re on the top shelf.

You stand on your tippy toes trying to reach a roll but they’re too far back for you. Would it be too embarrassing to jump? Nobody is watching… Just when you’re about to jump, you feel a body pressed against your back. Your head slowly turns, and luckily, you find your handsome co-worker, grabbing the paper towel for you. 

“Here you go.” He gives it to you when you turn around, and you awkwardly smile at him as you take it from his hand.

“Thank you, Fushiguro. Again, I’m so sorry.” You repeat. You feel your heart skip a beat when you realize just how close he is, hearing him breathe and feeling the warmth that his body gives. His dark green eyes are filled with lust, and he makes no effort in disguising it. You’re flattered, really, but this isn’t appropriate considering where you’re at.

“Please, call me Toji.” He licks his lips, and you feel as if you’re burning up. The heat his body emits really doesn’t help you cool you down either. Your eyes look at the door that’s closed for a reason… It’s locked.

You’ve imagined this scenario one too many times, and you always imagined yourself as the most confident woman in the world– But as it happens to you, you’re too shy to really do anything. “I’ve seen the way you look at me… And thought of a way your pretty face could make up for my ruined shirt.”

“Toji…” Is all that manages to leave your pathetic lips. You’re not scared, your body is practically begging for his touch. “It’s not appropriate to do what you want to do here.”

“Why not? The door is locked.” He says as he grabs your hand and puts it on his belt. His lips meet yours, his tongue going past your lips and wandering around in your mouth before it presses against yours. He’s just like you imagined, intoxicating.

Your hands begin to move on their own, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. You can’t take too long since you have to get back to work soon, it’ll be quick, hopefully. You pull away from the kiss, getting on your knees. You pull down his briefs, letting his cock free from its confinement. It’s more than you expected.

You lick your lip before biting down and looking up at him. He has a smirk on his face as he waits for you to do more than just stare. Your tongue licks up from the base to the tip before fully wrapping your mouth around it, taking as much as you can get.

You bob your head slowly, starting off slow. And as Toji feels your pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock, he thinks that maybe this wasn’t his brightest idea. He lets out a breathy moan, feeling so good. Your bobs begin to pick up a bit of speed, and the man stops talking for a second to enjoy the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his cock. 

“You look so pretty on your knees like that. You’re just a pretty little thing.” He sighs, relieved. He decides to bite his bottom lip, holding back moans so the whole office doesn’t hear him as you suck him off. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

You look up at him, pleased with what you’re doing. You’re doing what you’ve always thought of doing with him– But you’re in the office. You can’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be heard. But he got a bit too caught up, enjoying the feeling of your mouth and your tongue. 

He grabs the back of your head and pushes your head so you gag on his cock. It’s your punishment for ruining his shirt. Your gagging is like music to his ears, the greatest melody he has ever heard.

“Fuck– Fuck-” He moans as a couple of tears leave your eyes. He begins to move his hips, which he finds more fun than just pushing your head on his cock. “God, such a pretty girl taking my cock.”

He’s completely forgotten about the fact that you’re in the office, and he’s getting loud. He’s staring down at you, admiring just how beautiful you look with your mouth wrapped around him. He lets out a groan, filling your mouth with his cum. 

He finally lets go of your head, and you take your mouth off his cock. You swallow most of his cum, but some of it manages to escape and it drips down the corners of your mouth. Toji bends down to clean it up, pressing you to open your mouth so he can wipe the remaining cum on your tongue. 

“You have to fix your makeup, by the way. I’ll see you out there.” Toji says, fixing his pants before unlocking the door and leaving you to fix yourself up.

You’d definitely be mad being left alone so fast after sucking a guy off, but you can’t be mad at him. If anything, it makes you want him even more.

“Hey, can you help me with this?” Toji asks, eyes focused on the new program that you’re working with. It’s no surprise that he doesn’t know how to use it– Not that you want to be rude but it makes sense.

After your little encounter in the janitor’s closet, Toji hasn’t really tried to do anything else with you. You were slightly disappointed but you managed to move on. What really worried you was any of your co-workers hearing how he moaned while you two just managed to be locked in the janitor’s closet. What really made things confusing was the fact that you came back with no paper towels even though you were going to clean up the mess you just made. 

“Yeah sure.” You’re sure that it won’t take too long. You’re off in around thirty minutes, teaching him shouldn’t take longer than five minutes.

At least that’s what you thought, it seems that Toji isn’t smart enough to catch on with it quickly. Your co-workers begin to leave one by one, and when you’re the last ones in the office, you’re convinced that Toji isn’t even qualified for the job. Until you realize that Toji isn’t even paying attention, his eyes have been ogling your cleavage the entire time… It’s not like you can even blame the poor guy since your boobs have been practically on his face the entire time.

“Should we continue this tomorrow? It seems your eyes are elsewhere.” You point out, and he lets out a chuckle.

“I agree. We should continue with that tomorrow. I need help with something else though.” Toji says, clicking out of the program.

“Can we do it tomorrow–” You begin but he shakes his head. You furrow your brows in confusion as you watch him turn off the computer. What exactly does he need help with?

Toji stands up from his chair, taking two steps to get close to you before his hand goes under your chin and he makes you look up at him. It clicks right there and then. Toji didn’t need to learn how to use the program, he just wanted to get you all alone in the office.

“I don’t think this issue can wait till tomorrow.” His voice becomes husky, and you squeeze your thighs out of reflex. You’re not planning on fighting it. He’s been flirtatious with you all morning, and you’ve been thinking of him a million different positions he can put you in… Curse your dirty mind. 

“Does it really? I thought you didn’t even want me after… Well, you know, the incident in the janitor’s closet. You didn’t even try to make a move on me after.” You point out, and Toji laughs. You don’t exactly find what’s funny about this. “What’s funny?”

“Maybe you’re just not available for me. You’re always going out with everyone else, what do you want me to do? Steal you from them? Let them know I want to fuck the shit out of you?” He answers. And maybe he’s right, you have been going out with your other co-workers after work to get a drink, and when it’s not that, he’s out of the office. You really haven’t given him much of a chance to ask you out or let him fuck you after work. 

You won’t admit you’re at fault, therefore you decide to move your hands to the back of his head.

“Just shut up and kiss me.” You tell him, pulling him into a kiss. It’s not worth spending time arguing any longer since you two clearly want to do something that doesn’t involve much talking. While your tongues press against each other, his hands move under your ass to lift you up and put you on his desk.

As he kisses you passionately, his hand goes to your thigh, caressing the soft flesh that your skirt exposes. His hand goes up to your panties, toying with your clothed cunt, working you up. He moves your panties to the side, running his fingers through your already slick folds. He pulls away with a smirk on his face, only to say, “You’re already so wet for me, pretty girl. But I haven’t done anything?”

“Shut up.” You sound embarrassed, and you are. Just the thought of him fucking you is enough to make you go crazy. 

He pushes two fingers into your cunt, his lips landing on yours again. His tongue glides over yours while he curves his fingers, searching for your sweet spot. He knows when he finds it, feeling a moan through your tongue.

His fingers toy with you, while his free hand frees his cock. He pulls his fingers out when his cock is free. He runs the tip through your folds, and he begins to tease you. You hold your breath in anticipation, waiting ever so patiently for Toji to bury himself inside of you.

You breathe in as he pushes himself inside of you. He lets out a breathy moan as your walls wrap around his cock. Fuck, he didn’t think you would feel so tight and warm around him… Oh fuck, this is too fucking good. How did he not fuck you in the janitor’s closet immediately?

His cock slowly stretches you out, and you bite your bottom lip, holding back from being loud. There’s no one around, but you still don’t want to draw any attention to yourself.

Toji starts off slow but quickly picks up speed.  You’re taking him so well, and fuck, do you look beautiful. He’s surprised he hadn’t made a move sooner– But he couldn’t, he had no way of knowing that you liked him. Not until he caught you daydreaming while staring at him.  

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He tells you as his head goes to the crook of your neck. He licks it before biting down lightly. His head remains buried on your neck, where he lets his moans out so they come out muffled. “And your pussy is so fucking tight.”

He’s too lost in pleasure to even have noticed how your hand had gone down and now you’re playing with your clit. He hears your sweet moans in the air, which is truly the best music that has ever graced his ears. Fuck, he could ask you to marry him right then and there just to hear that every morning and night.

“Oh fuck, Toji–” Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. Toji’s hitting just the right spot, and he doesn’t even know it. You’re squeezing around him as your orgasm nears. You had many ideas on how your work day would end, but you truly didn’t expect to be on cloud nine when it ended.

Thank the heavens for Toji. That’s all you can think about when you reach your high, loudly moaning his name which echoes in the empty office building. 

Toji’s breath gets caught up in his chest, his thrusts getting sloppy as his release approaches. He doesn’t want this to end yet– But maybe he could invite you out to dinner and then take you back to his place. The night doesn’t have to end so soon… 

His nails dig into the soft flesh of your thighs as he reaches his release, his hot cum filling you up. Toji remains buried inside of you for a moment, while you both take a moment to regulate your breath. He pulls out and fixes your panties quickly before his cum gets everywhere.

You’re both quiet as you gather your stuff to leave. You wait for each other to go to the elevator, and even when you’re inside the lift, you’re awfully quiet for a pair of people that just had sex. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” You smile at Toji when you get to your floor. He grabs your hand before you can walk away and he proposes,

“Let’s actually grab a drink.”

[donutz]

Yandere Smiling Critters x male child reader[pt. 2]

Requests from Tumblr and Wattpad—!, but not really

(Minus the fact I didn't include you being turned)

—☆You are a human in this

Sadly, you couldn’t stay here forever.

You are home now. Adopted. You did spend your time at Playcare for a couple of years though, everybody knew you, everybody in Playcare that is. The critters and kids knew you, the staff knew you, Miss Delight knew you.

So you had a mark on the place when it was time for you to leave. To get your own house. You were happy to get a home, but sad you had to leave your friends behind.

Maybe you could revisit this place again. Come back. But you couldn’t.

Something happened.

8/8/1995

You don’t know what happened that day, but you guess it was something pretty bad. It caused the whole company to shut down. You no longer saw any commercials of the toys.

Rumors were spread around, maybe somebody died, maybe a toy hurt somebody, maybe.. Maybe an experiment happened.

Anyways. There was a letter. A letter in the mail, something that related to your old home. Find the flower?

.

.

.

Sure. Why not, you were seventeen, you can handle yourself.

Which is something you shouldn’t have ever thought, after what you’ve been through.

It’s been scary. You haven’t died yet, but death has wanted to shake your hand a few times.

You almost bumped your head on a metal pipe while passing through a dark hallway, nearly broke your leg because you wanted to jump off a platform, wanting things to go by faster.

You’ve been chased through vents, and ended up at a dead end. You didn’t know what to do. You almost got shredded. But, were spared.

“.. Huggy?” He stared at you, maybe he recognizes you, even after all these years.

He didn’t kill you. He let you down on the second level of the metal stairways with his arm, and went back to where he originally was.

Then you were solving puzzles, with a particular doll following after you.

But the doll got snatched up, by a spider. Mommy Long Legs. She did remember you, you were the one who wasn’t so good at the games..(for the sake of your life in this story)

But she thought you left her to die, so she still forced you to play the three games. The first game has Bunzo! He was hesitant to kill you, you were the kindest kid to him when you lived here.

And for the first time, you actually beat the game! He was so proud of you! He wasn’t proud of his unfortunate fate in the future, but at least he didn’t need to kill you.

Then the small Huggies. They also remembered you, so they were sparing you. You also beat that game! They were happy, letting out tiny purrs at your success.

Then Pj— Wait. Since when were you so good at these games? The last I checked, you failed every single one of them! Fine. I’ll just sabotage the game for you, to make sure you never leave.

You could see Pj coming out of his pug-a-pillar hole, and you were sweating a little. Hopefully he remembered you too.

He did, once he saw you he stopped in his crawling tracks, taking a pause. He missed your younger adorable face when he gave you a small bump on your back, signifying that the ‘game’ was over.

But he unpaused at the start of the music playing.

You escaped. Out of there. That’s fine. I could just chase you myself

Three chases. You got chased THREE times. How desperate was she to kill you?!

You were putting the blue hand on the scanner, when you heard Mommy’s quick steps towards you.

You looked behind you— Eyes widening from her abrupt appearance. For the fourth time.

The door opened! And.. Mommy got killed, by you, by your hands.

A hand crept out from the thin crevice of a metal door. It took Mommy’s left over body, to wherever. You didn’t know what it was. Where it took her. But thanked god(or not, depends on your thoughts) at the fact that you weren’t Mommy at this moment.

Now you are somewhere. The train crashed, and you could feel the back of your shirt being picked up. You were sliding down a pipe, into somewhere.

You don’t know where it was, but you needed to get out, fast.

Doing some parkour, you looked around, and saw a long tail(plus paws) crawling up inside a vent.

“... Catnap?”

You went through some doors, and ended up seeing where the crashed train was. Going somewhere, you could see the recognizable entrance you went to at age 5. The way to Playcare.

You could hear the sounds of steps. Hurrying up you went inside the much smaller train compared to the one you were originally in.

“My name is Elliot Ludwig.”

Hm. Those words you could remember.

“When you look around at the world today,” You repeated after him.

“what one thing do you think it needs more of?”

“Playcare!”

Even at seventeen years, you were still mesmerized by what was shown.

You looked down, and could see 3— no. Five creatures walking or crawling around, resembling the Smiling Critters.

“Oh.”

Some of the critters could hear Elliot’s voice continue about Playcare, eyeing the moving train.

They saw your shadowed figure. Not knowing who you were. But a light is shown on your face.

Bubba, Dogday, Kickin, Hoppy, and Bobby saw your face. You’re back?

No. They must be seeing things. You were gone. Away from them.

But Dogday could recognize those eyes. Your skin, your curiosity, your hair(if your hair changed colors, or texture after growing up, then.. Yea, he still remembered you).

“Angel?” (Even if you didn’t really save him, he’s going to call you Angel. Because I needed a nickname for you. Y’know, because I can’t list every single name of the people who’re reading this?)

The other critters heard his whisper. … Maybe it was you.

The train stopped. But you were kind of scared, were they like Huggy or Mommy? Were they going to chase you down?

“Ah shit.”

‘Language.’ Dogday thought, dogs have good hearing y’know!

You were trying to find a way for two possible outcomes of being down here.

A) Try to make the train go back if the critters try to kill you

Or

B) Somehow reminisce in meeting your old friends

B sounded a lot more better than A.

And.. B did happen!

The 5 critters went over to the train, while you were standing there. Waiting for whatever will happen to you.

Dogday crawled over to you, it was you! Your scent!

He gave you the biggest hug while his tail wagged(really fast, it’s kind of crazy).

He was still fluffy even after these 10 years.

“Angel I missed you so much—!”

You were trying to hug him back, but a little too scared because of the critters staring into your soul.

Dogday noticed their silence and spoke up—

“Guys! This is Angel!! You don’t recognize him??”

Silence.

“THE ONE WHO WAS HIDING BEHIND PICKY..??”

“OHH”

“YOU’RE BACK?!?”

“I was thinking that it was him but I wasn’t sure…”

“ANGEL!?!?!?”

You were escorted out of the train, and were greeted by a bunch of animals pawing at you.

You couldn’t get a word in!

Picky, Crafty and Catnap came over, hearing all of the excited animal noises.

Now you were crowded by a bunch of animals. You were so tiny compared to them, so they had to be gentle.

So much noises were going on that even the smaller critters came over to see the commotion.

You were back home!

Now you can’t leave.

[wnobin]

BIT BY BIT… 💭 anton lee socmed! au

pairing: college student! anton x campus crush! reader

genre: college! au, social media! au with written portions, slow burn, pining, strangers to friends to lovers.

series synopsis: in which the quiet girl in anton’s language class who seems to never sit with anyone catches his attention. anton makes it his mission to get closer to her bit by bit and break down her walls. the only issue? she’s the last to arrive and first to leave, never allowing anton the chance to approach her.

series masterlist | 09: eunseok’s toothbrush

chaewon was currently dragging you by your ear, your whines echoing in the empty corridors as eunchae rubbed her eyes, still tired from the events of last night. events, which consisted of the two of you finishing a whole container of melatonin gummies while watching monsters inc. “it’s literally 1pm and practice starts at 12! it’s your first time meeting the team and you’re gonna start off with a bad impression?”

“i already know eunseok, sungchan and shotaro so it’s not exactly my first time, is it?” you held your ear that was stinging with pain when chaewon finally let go of it, who was now choosing to now drag you and eunchae by your hands into the gymnasium. the three of you were met by the sight of the team members resting by the bleachers and downing their waters, but what caught your eye was your brother and his roommate wrestling on the ground while someone else was videoing it. “what was that about us leaving a bad impression on… them?”

“oh god, not again. y/n, can you grab your brother, i’ll get the other one.”

“how long have you been using my toothbrush?!”

“too long to remember!”

holding in your laughter, you grabbed eunseok by his shoulders and mustered all the strength you had to pry him away from sungchan, who was being held back by chaewon telling shotaro to put his phone down and help her.

“were you losing? seriously, eunseok?”

anton wasn’t paying attention to the fight that was happening in front of him, used to the sight of the two roommates bickering and eventually making up after ten minutes. until he heard a familiar voice, a voice he only ever heard during japanese 101. his head immediately snapped up, eyes no longer glued to his phone screen and instead watching a whining eunseok push your hands away while you laughed. “c’mon y/n, he was using my toothbrush! for god knows how long! let me beat him up!”

seunghan lifted his head at the same time, recognising your voice and elbowing anton’s side excitedly. the younger male simply watched the sight in silence, mouth hanging open slightly in shock.

oh my god. what are you doing here? are you dating eunseok? how do you know eunseok? you’re the new team manager and the captain’s girlfriend? oh god.

a million thoughts raced through anton’s mind, blocking out the sound of chaewon scolding the two roommates for fighting each other and also shotaro for filming and not stopping it. all he could focus on was how wide you were smiling, smiling at eunseok and sungchan.

“anton? hello, earth to anton?” sohee waved his hands in front of anton’s face, bringing him back to reality, the rest of his team going over to chaewon who was about to introduce the new team managers. as much as he wanted to crawl into a hole and die, anton had to act like everything was fine and took a deep breath before joining the rest of his friends.

“as i told you guys, you’ll be getting not one, but two team managers that’ll help you guys out after i graduate. this is eunchae, a first year majoring in early childhood education,” the shorter girl gave a lazy wave to the team, anton recognised her from some of his classes, but they had never interacted before. he turned to look at sohee who had excitedly greeted her, raising an eyebrow to which sohee simply mouthed the word ‘spanish’. “and this one over here is y/n, a first year majoring in nursing so she’ll be the one taking care of you guys when you get injured.”

“she’s also our captain’s little sister, so do be nice to her!”

eunseok’s little sister? anton couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but it didn’t sound all that unbelievable. you and eunseok were both rather tall, and the more he looked at you, he could see the resemblance between you two. same eyebrows and same nose.

you waved at the team but you were looking in anton’s direction, your eyes on him. at this point, his mind had gone blank and he was just absentmindedly waving back at you with the most dazed look on his face. “do you know anton?” eunseok asked, noticing the way you only looked at the youngest in the team. “yeah, we’re in the same japanese class.”

“japanese class? doesn’t anton have a cr—“

before sungchan could finish his sentence, wonbin clasped a hand over his mouth and dragged him away from the conversation, saying they had to go to the bathroom, before he revealed anton’s secret. seunghan who was trying to hold in his snickers eventually couldn’t hold it back anymore, erupting in laughter alongside sohee who was losing it too. everyone else seemed equally as confused as to why sungchan was dragged away mid-sentence and why seunghan and sohee were close to tears while anton looked like his soul just left his body.

he wasn’t sure if he should be thankful or not that you were his sister, and not his girlfriend. but one thing that he was thankful for was the fact that both you and your brother were just as oblivious as each other.

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[veshiro]

Million Dollar Man - Rui Kamishiro

x fem!reader

-> in which you find yourself saved by Rui pretending to be your boyfriend...

notes: yes, there will be a part two ;)

It started off with innocent glances that you could only pass off as observing. It hadn’t bothered you that someone seemed to occupy their eyes on you as it felt harmless. A man across the room was swirling his glass around in his hand, watching as the liquid topples around the sides, while having his gaze linger on you.

Tsukasa had invited the troupe to his after-party with his acting class to celebrate a great show, and naturally, you got to come along. At this point it felt as if you were an honorary member, occasionally helping to polish off scripts and brainstorm plots with their director, but you weren’t much of an actor yourself. The troupe mingles amongst themselves until Rui branches off first, choosing to make conversation with one of the professionals to gain some insight into his own skills. Nene clings to your side knowing you aren’t the type to butt into a conversation like the others. You accept a beverage generously offered by the class and are pleased to find it’s tart cherry sparkling water. 

“If Tsukasa wasn’t having the time of his life with his classmates I think I would go congratulate him,” You speak to Nene first, breaking the slightly awkward silence between the two of you. 

“He’ll come around eventually,” She replies, “he can never get too much attention.”

You laugh lightly and drink more of the water, the aftertaste leaving you thirsty from the tartness. It felt wrong to be standing silent in the middle of the room, or maybe it was the social anxiety creeping up to make you question yourself.

“Should we introduce ourselves around? Join one of the others?” 

Emu seemed to be having the time of her life. The girl was laughing with the actor who starred as Wendy and appeared to be doing fine on her own. Rui looked intrigued by his conversation with an older, wise-looking man. No doubt he was gaining critical information he could use for the next performance. 

“I’m going to head to the restrooms,” Nene announces and points down the hallway. 

“I’ll wait.”

She seemed pleased by your words and offered a small smile and nod before departing. Staying true to your word, you stayed put and occasionally sipped on the beverage until the glass was empty. You make a mental note to grab a refill before everyone leaves.

“What is a fine girl like you doing alone in a place like this?” 

You flinch slightly, not expecting a deep voice to be right next to your ear. Nonetheless, you keep your cool appearance and turn around, not entirely surprised to see your not-so-secret admirer from earlier. Choosing to ignore his rather sexual comments, you take a steady step back to gain some distance. 

“I’m with my friends, actually. One of them was in the play.”

“I don’t see anyone with ya. I won’t abandon ya like they did.” 

His smirk is lopsided in a dark way, a grin full of malice. Alarms immediately set off in your body, but it wasn’t like you could do much against him, and he knew that. Your eyes search and search but you’ve lost sight of Rui, and you can’t exactly turn around to quickly spot the others. 

Where is Nene? Can’t she hurry up just this once?

“I’m not interest, sorry.”

Apologizing made you feel icky inside, but it’s best to seem polite and not to provoke a man like him. 

“Oh come on. What are you, a student?”

Lie. 

“A graduate.” You say curtly.

“I don’t believe that.” 

You want to crawl into a hole and die to cleanse yourself of the ick this man gives you. He senses your unease and knows that he has the advantage.

Where did everyone go?

“Why don’t we…” He steps closer, a smell of cigarettes and alcoholic makes you almost gag, “have some fun?” 

“I’m–” You swallow.

“Ah, dearest! There you are,” A firm hand wraps around your waist and pulls you close. “I was wondering where you had run off to.” 

A flood of sweet vanilla fills your nostrils and easily combats the foul scent of the creep. The moment the scent settled you knew who it was and calmed down. 

Is this the game we’re playing? You shoot the question silently with a pointing gaze. His cheshire smile says enough.

“I was waiting for our friend,” You don’t dare say her name, just in case. “She should be on her way back anytime now.”

Rui nods in understanding and turns his attention to the creep. His gaze locks, his eyes narrow, and if looks could kill, the creep would be in the deepest pit of hell.

“Have a kick out of making my girl uncomfortable during a celebration as lively as this?”

You hate to admit it, but hearing that term of endearment stirs something inside of you. Was it adoration? Gratefulness? It couldn’t possible be anything more, now that would be troublesome, wouldn’t it?

“She’s yours? I’m sorry, didn’t know, dude.”

A look of disgust crosses your friend’s face before the creep’s words even burn into your mind.

“She isn’t just an object to lay claim to,” His grip on your waist tightens, and you don’t think he even realizes. “She’s her own person. A smart, independent, and fucking capable woman.”

Damn. If you hadn’t had any sort of feelings for Rui before, you certainly do now. No one has defended you with such passion and demand before. It felt nice. Validating. 

“You–” The creep points a finger and tries to step closer to the two of you, but Rui is quick to shut that attempt down. He pulls you slightly behind him, and by now the attention of others has been attracted. 

“I suggest you stand down,” Rui smirks and plays with a pen he had been holding to take notes in his pocket notebook. He always insisted on bringing it wherever because 'you never know when inspiration may strike'. “Wouldn’t want to cause a scene now would we?”

The creep grumbles and contemplates his options. It wasn’t looking good for him, and the troupe had gathered behind you and Rui to back him away even more. He seems to decide you weren’t worth the wrath of the man protecting you and backs away, leaving the venue with a pissed off attitude. 

“You’re okay?” Rui’s persona switches around completely. His once malicious-laced words are now soft and cushion any hurt that creep may have inflicted. 

“I’m okay.”

He smiles and his hand draws back. Your waist feels oddly cold now. And just like that, everything goes back to normal.

[random0lover]

I can’t stand having to go into stores or food places. It literally makes my heart sink down into my chest, I’m so socially awkward/anxious. It’s not that I can’t handle having to talk to the employees or anything it’s the fact that I’m always over analyzing everything around me and over thinking everything I’m going to have to say so I come in feeling like I would rather just have to go home instead of dealing with the situation.

Venting below

Probably will delete later

For example this morning my brothers wanted a strawberry shake each so I did a mobile order for a place near by cause I know they usually have the machine going and all that by that time so it should be fine. Well the morning shift there at the beginning of the week have always been kinda weird towards me but this morning I come in (after it let me order said shakes) and I come up to the counter and everyone is just ignoring me and I’m kinda just standing there waiting (which I didn’t mind) until a guy walks by and looks at me and when he stops I tell him I have a mobile order.

And he kinda just laughs at me? And says “yeah we can’t make that right now *cue another laugh* the machines down” and this is the point where I’m trying to decide what I’m going to do so I look down at my phone and then back up and he’s squinting his eyes at me with his head slightly tilted? Like he’s looking at me like I’m weird or something? Anyways I ask him how could I go about getting a refund and then he laughs at me again and says “what?” And I repeat myself and he just shrugs and says you’ll have to ask her (there was a lady behind him who I’m assuming is his manager or the shift lead) and laughs again when he turns away to tell her. At this point istg I’m crazy cause I’m like did I do something wrong or am I being weird 🤦🏻‍♀️

But the lady turns around and says “what” so I tell her the same thing about the order and I make sure to tell her that I’m not upset and that I know it’s not her fault but that I’m just wanting to get a refund which I’ve had to do there before because they didn’t have an item I mobile ordered before and they gave me a refund just fine. And I kid you not this woman looks at me and tell me that it’s not her fault with major attitude which is when I once again tell her that I’m not upset or angry and that I just want a refund and she says that she can’t do that and that I’ll have to call the number on their app or they can give me something else (mind you the app says you have to contact the store you ordered the items from for a refund 💀). So I leave because my nerves were up really bad and I knew she wasn’t going to help me. I called them when I got home though and they said I could come back in two hours when they turn the machine on even though I was told the machine is broken not just turned off 😭 I just don’t know how to feel about all of that y’know? I’ve been in there plenty of times and I’m always polite so I don’t know what I did…

I’m just wondering if I went about something wrong? I thought I waited patiently and made it clear I wasn’t upset about the shakes, I didn’t raise my voice or anything. What makes it even worse though is the guy was attractive and I understand to some people that doesn’t matter but when you’re getting laughed at it sucks but getting laughed at by an attractive person? That makes me want to crawl into a hole and die

[harisenbon]

Happy white day!

Here’s the first chapter of If There Was A Hole. I never came up with a better title for this, hahaha. 

Anyway, the first chapter is below. Hope you enjoy the little preview. I’ll put it all up in one go to AO3 when I finish writing it. Thanks for finding your way here and happy White Day!

Summary:

You're a Demon Slayer who got poisoned and you end up in Rengoku's house, paralyzed. Unfortunate.

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If there was a hole, I’d crawl in it. 

“Look, it’s either we put you there or you die. Yeah?! I know it’s scary! I know! I don’t want to take you there, either! Do you have any idea how deep my fear of that family goes? But the crow that went to inquire got permission, so we’re going. No other choice.” 

All you were aware of was the feeling of your feet jiggling around on your slack ankles and the noises made by the person whose back you were being carried on. He was talking to himself. You slipped in and out of consciousness and it could have been four hours that had passed, or four minutes. 

The last thing you remembered was collapsing from pain, a saber-like tooth as thick and long as a chopstick having crunched all the way through your forearm before breaking off and getting left behind there. Must have been some kind of poison because the pain… oh, the pain. 

Silently, you realized you were alive, which was a shock and surprise. Someone must have felled the demon but it hadn’t been you, on the verge of getting turned into dinner right before you passed out. Your eyes wouldn’t open but the heat on your back felt like the sun. Not only could you not feel your body, but your muscles wouldn’t respond, your whole body limp like a rag doll. Before you drifted away again, you estimated that you’d been given something for the pain, because oh…

That pain had felt as though it had lit your bones on fire from the inside. It was the only thing you could remember. 

The next thing you knew was darkness. It was nighttime when you awoke but your eyes quickly adjusted, the room around you coming into focus in the silvery moonlight that filtered in through the screen door. You were in a small tatami room and you were tucked neatly in a futon. An unfamiliar smell of a charcoal brazier from somewhere was the only immediate proof that you weren’t dreaming and that you weren’t in your own home. 

Wincing, you tried to sit up but your muscles still wouldn’t respond. Your mind immediately panicked– had you been kidnapped? Your eyes searched the room for your weapon, nowhere to be seen. Paralyzed and unarmed– not your favorite combination. Inexplicably mad, you managed to ball your hand into a fist.

“Fuck!!!”

A moment late, you discovered your voice worked just fine. At your sudden curse, you heard footsteps quickly approach from outside the door and you held your breath, terrified. 

A young boy stood in the doorway, no older than maybe thirteen. You immediately made a face, regretting yourself. But he didn’t say anything to you, running back down the hallway in a hurry. 

“Doctor!!” you heard him call out, and you tried to fix your eyes on a spot on the ceiling, embarrassed. 

Answers to the questions you inevitably had:

You were in fact, not dead. A surprise.

The boy’s name was Rengoku Senjuro-kun. He was twelve years old. 

“Rengoku,” as in the Hashira.

Senjuro-kun was not himself the Hashira in question. 

No, you would not be permitted to 1: Commit seppuku, or 2: Escape at first light for the crime of having barged into a Hashira’s home. 

Your arm was fractured and you’d been anesthetized with a curious drug. 

You had also been poisoned. The antidote was administered shortly upon your arrival. 

Despite the antidote, you would remain mostly immobile for at least another five days. Temporary paralysis was an expected after effect. 

You had been brought to the Rengoku house because it was the closest possible place to bring you, as your life had been in danger. 

Even though you were unable to move, Senjuro assured you politely that he would tie you up if you mentioned the idea of seppuku or secret escape again. 

Despite the inability to move your limbs, you could, unfortunately, talk Senjuro’s ear off, which you gladly did for the next approximately thirteen hours. 

Things you learned about Rengoku Senjuro-kun in thirteen hours of nonstop conversation:

He liked his brother. A lot. He had more to say about his brother than himself, which you thought was awfully sad. 

His favorite type of tree was maple. 

He wasn’t allowed to have a pet but he really wanted a tame squirrel. 

All the Rengoku men looked like that. 

He was trying to train to become a swordsman and learn Flame Breathing, but it wasn’t working out too well. 

His mother had passed away when he was very young. His father was in a near-constant state of inebriation three doors down the hallway from you. 

His brother was coming back on Tuesday and Senjuro was already planning a feast. You had no idea what day it was today, not that it mattered, being unable to do anything.

His brother seemed to be the Hashira. You hoped you’d be able to move your legs by whenever Tuesday was so you’d be able to run away. The shame of being paralyzed in a Hashira’s home! 

You gave up on committing seppuku because it would ruin the flooring.

His favorite hobby was sleeping. 

But Tuesday morning came much earlier than you’d hoped. You could tell because Senjuro was so excited. 

“Please, Senjuro-kun,” you begged your new little friend, tears coursing down your cheeks. Your legs were still two useless lumps. “Please don’t tell your brother that I’m here. I’m so sorry. I’ll be your servant forever.” 

He frowned. “Why?” he asked, shoving a spoonful of rice porridge into your mouth, keeping you from answering. “Brother will surely want to check on your condition while he is here.”

“Mraahhhh…” you gurgled, trying to swallow and cry at the same time. “I can’t impose on a Hashira! I’m a lowly Mizunoto. I’d rather die. The idea that we’d even breathe the same air is fucking terrifying. Have you ever met God?”

Senjuro shook his head.

“That’s what we’re talking about here, Senjuro-kun.”

He laughed. “Brother isn’t God. He’s a man.”

Your tears increased in intensity. “My legs don’t even work, so I can’t prostrate myself! What am I going to do?! Lay here like the fucking emperor in this nice futon and introduce myself like that? Senjuro-kun, please… Please help me out here. I know I’m probably heavy as shit, but do you have time to shove me under the porch out of sight??”

Senjuro raised his eyebrows at you. “Umm, there’s no way I’m putting you under the porch. That’s awful.” He scooped up another big spoonful of porridge and put it in your mouth. “Don’t be afraid of Brother. He’s a good person. In fact, I’ll probably ask him to look after you for a little while later since I need to go buy some things.” 

Your eyes squinched shut, fat tears still leaking out. “Can you please have the doctor come back and put me out then, with that nice medicine? I’ll be fine if I can just be unconscious until Hashira-sama is gone… Alternatively, you can clobber me with a shovel or something.” 

Senjuro sighed. “No, and it’s ‘Kyojuro.’ Brother’s name is Kyojuro, you can call him that. And, I know he’ll just worry if you don’t wake up, so please just be patient! I’ll properly introduce you, so please just look forward to it!” 

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before stuffing the last spoonful of porridge in your mouth and leaving. Terrified, you strained your whole body, testing your limbs for any sign of response. The Hashira were basically no more than legends to most of the Demon Slayer Corps. It was nearly unheard of to see one, much less meet one. Their skills were said to be unworldly, able to cut through even the strongest ranks of demons. 

In particular, the Rengoku family was known since there had been a Hashira in that family through every single generation, going back to the Demon Slayers’ inception. A long and distinguished history, inherited strength and disposition, and an ironclad will that passed from generation to generation defined the Rengoku family. You couldn’t fathom something so honorable and here you were, possibly experiencing some kind of cosmic justice by being literally paralyzed in their esteemed home.

With enormous effort, you managed to raise your forearm and flop it across your body. 

Alright! It would take a while, but it was perhaps possible to drag yourself with your arm to the door that led from your room to what seemed to be a courtyard. Grunting with the strain, you stretched your arm and grasped the wooden floor next to your futon. 

“Pwahhh!!” 

You flipped yourself out of the futon and onto your face with a loud and unpleasant thump. 

The door snapped open and you felt your whole body deflate like a balloon. A loud voice boomed and you realized that you’d made a terrible mistake.

“Oh, it couldn’t be! Did you do this, Senjuro? You said that the poison caused whole-body paralysis, right!” 

“N-No, Brother! I would never…”

Strong arms picked you up from the floor as if you were something as small and inconsequential as a half-eaten dish of pickles. Your head flopped back as there was no strength in your neck, the bones cracking ominously. 

“Oh, that didn’t sound right at all.” You were shifted and your head fell against a broad shoulder. You opened your lips, a single word slipping past. 

“Shit.” 

You couldn’t even move your arm to clap a hand against your mouth, the word slipping out so easily and by total mistake, conveying the full spectrum of your dismay and expanding it further, out to the infinite horizon…

“Hahaha!” You were placed back into the futon with a quick movement, like a sword being put back in a sheath, and paralyzed half from terror and half (or maybe more) from actual paralysis, you found yourself staring into a face that, as promised, looked almost like an exact replica of Senjuro’s, but older. You stopped breathing. 

“Brother, this is _____-san. _____-san will be staying with us for a few more days while the demon poison wears off.” Senjuro eyed you suspiciously, knowing that you were probably trying to escape. You started to sweat profusely.

“_____-san, this is my older brother, Kyojuro. He’s going to look after you for a couple of hours while I go buy some ingredients for dinner.” He paused, staring at you with a concerned expression on his face. “Please don’t try to leave. You might hurt yourself.” 

You smiled stiffly, still not breathing. 

Senjuro slid the door closed behind him, leaving you in the cage with the tiger. 

Burning eyes bore down on you and you felt your soul trying to at least escape your body because your body wouldn’t move. 

“You’re lucky to be alive!” Rengoku Kyojuro had a loud voice that filled the whole room easily. “How fortunate!” 

“Re-Rengoku-sama,” you forced out, your voice coming out as a pathetic wheeze. “I am so sorry.” 

“Sorry for what?” he said quickly, seating himself on his knees at your side. “You were very courageous! I heard about what happened!”

You dared to take a breath and you felt a drop of sweat run down the side of your forehead. “I am very sorry to impose,” you managed. “And for cursing.” 

“Hahaha!” He laughed again and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. “You’re not imposing! I am just glad we can have you here. You battled a demon so close to my own home! I am ashamed as a Hashira!” 

Rengoku’s aura was so stifling that you could feel the heat radiating off of his person, even though you were swaddled tightly in the futon. Somehow, in putting you back, he’d fastened the covers around you so you wouldn’t be able to move even if you tried. His face had a smile on it but it was unreadable. 

“I’m the one who should be ashamed,” you answered, wishing you could cover your face with your hands. “My skills are shit, so I’ve ended up like this. I am so sorry.” You had a way of talking that was regretfully too honest. And your real feelings were usually some swirling, unpalatable combination of self-hatred and fury. Rengoku just watched you talk, his eyes seeming to pierce you. His smile widened as he seemed to remember something.

“_____-san, do you use a breathing style?” 

You sighed. “Yeah, but I’ve only got two forms. Can’t get the hang of the others.”

His smile was a knowing one. “Is it Wind Breathing?”

You stared, not that you had a choice with your head fixed in one spot. “Yeah.” 

Rengoku laughed again. “You just remind me of someone,” he commented.

You frowned. “Who’s that?”

“Shinazugawa Sanemi, the Wind Breathing Pillar.”

Vaguely, you knew who that was, though you’d never met. “What is he like?”

“Like you!” 

“...…”

Rengoku chuckled. “If I had to say, I would describe him as someone with lots of wrath! But your wrath seems to be directed all in toward yourself! If you change that, maybe you can make progress on the other forms!” He looked thoughtful. “What frustrates you the most these days, _____-san?”

You quickly responded. “My weakness.”

“Alright! What frustrates you that isn’t yourself?”

You thought for a while. “I don’t know. I wish winter would be less cold? Though it’s not winter yet… Oh. The other day, I almost tripped over a cat and it pissed me off.”

Rengoku’s smile froze on his face. “I’ll try introducing you to Shinazugawa someday and maybe he can advise you!” His voice was loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. You blinked slowly.  

“You’ve done more than enough for someone like me, Rengoku-sama. I’m sorry I can’t thank you on my knees. I will when I can use my knees again.” You realized how close his face had gotten, leaning over yours so close that his hair almost touched you. Was he hard of hearing? Despite your proximity, he still used such a loud voice. 

“No thanks is needed!” He was actually almost shouting into your face now, his eyes hovering around above you, not blinking at all. What an eccentric fellow. He and Senjuro looked exactly alike but their similarities seemed to end there. 

Despite the fact that he was a Hashira, you found Rengoku easier to deal with than you had originally feared. He lacked pretentiousness. Despite being strange, he was kind. He shared an apple with you one afternoon, making a show of peeling it with his Nichirin Blade. 

Things you learned about Rengoku Kyojuro after being trapped in a room, talking to him for three days:

He wasn’t allowed to have a pet but was interested in Iriomote cats. 

He liked sweet potatoes quite a bit.

Somehow, he’d learned Flame Breathing by reading an instruction manual. 

When he was younger, he wanted to be a sumo wrestler, but gave up. 

Recently, he had found enjoyment in whittling. He promised to give you a wooden fish, for some reason. 

He exuded a constant air of optimism, which made you self-conscious. 

The fifth day came and he supported you on his shoulder while you tested out your legs. They weren’t anywhere near perfect, but you could slowly bend them at the knees and move your ankles. 

“Yup, we’re all fixed up, so time to go!” You strained to kick off the futon covers but Rengoku immediately caught them and shoved you back inside. 

“Want me to ask Senjuro to tie you up?” His smile was scary. 

“N-No…”

“Good.” 

Sobbing lightly, you scrunched your body up into a ball, rolling over so your forehead touched the floor, pointed in Rengoku’s general direction. “I can’t possibly impose on you any longer, Rengoku-sama. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me but it’s too much. If I stay any longer, I can’t go to heaven.”

“Senjuro! Do we have any rope?”

You squeaked and immediately shut yourself up. 

It ended up taking a full week for you to regain the use of your limbs, though your fingers and toes remained slightly numb. Senjuro helped you sit up and slowly stand, your legs trembling beneath you. Rengoku nodded with approval. 

“That’s great, _____-san! You’re recovering well. Your new sword arrived today, too! Karanomori-san is on the veranda, eating ohagi!” 

You gave him a blank look. “New sword?”

Senjuro held your hand tightly as your weight continued to shift around. “Your sword was snapped,” he explained. “Do you remember?”

You absolutely did not remember. You made a disgusted face. “I broke my sword? Well, I’m a huge fucking failure, aren’t I.” You sighed, preparing yourself mentally for Karanomori. 

“You’re not a failure!” Rengoku laughed, sliding the door to the courtyard open. “You killed that demon, after all! You’ve saved people’s lives!” 

You frowned. “No, no way I saved anyone,” you said, confused. “I didn’t kill that demon.”

Rengoku put his hands on your shoulders and guided you out onto the veranda. 

“Karanomori-san,” you sobbed, falling to your knees. Sure enough, he was there, wearing the usual weird mask. It was pushed up so he could snack on a tray of ohagi that sat next to a cup of tea on the veranda. “I’m so sorry for breaking my sword. I can’t even remember doing it. I’m so angry at myself!” 

“No problem,” he said in a plain voice, his mouth still full. He shrugged. “It happens.” Somehow, his ambivalence made you feel even more sorry. You’d rather him be chasing you down with a knife or something. 

You drew your new katana, inspecting it. As you grasped it, it turned the familiar shade of green you’d become accustomed to. Behind you, Senjuro made an impressed sound.

“It’s so green!” he exclaimed, circling around you to get a better look. “Ours are always red!” 

“Indeed!” Rengoku nodded his head vigorously, also stepping up to get a look. “You’re indeed suited to Wind Breathing, _____-san!” 

“Thanks…” You guessed it was a compliment? Fidgeting, you sheathed the blade, ready to move on.

“I guess this means I should head out, then!” You marched back inside, preparing to pack up and leave. 

“What? You still have rehabilitation to do, _____-san!” Senjuro trotted after you and you froze in your tracks.

“Oh, I can do that on the road! No problem at all.” You hurriedly folded up your futon and got on the floor to bow to both Senjuro and his brother, who was watching you with a cryptic smile. 

As if he’d willed it, your ankles went dead. You couldn’t get back up off the floor. A layer of sweat broke out across your forehead as you strained every muscle in your body trying to get up. But you just ended up sprawled on the floor, facedown. 

A warm hand settled on the back of your head and a tingling feeling shot up your spine. Rengoku rolled you over easily, hoisting you up off the floor in his arms and you felt tears of frustration gathering in the corners of your eyes. 

“There’s no hurry, _____-san!” He gave you a patient smile, his face very close. Your whole body twitched, the tingling feeling in your spine refusing to let up. The sensation seemed to be originating from somewhere around your butthole, which was disconcerting to say the least. 

A kaleidoscope of different thoughts and guesses played out in your mind before you came to the singular, horrifying conclusion that you were aroused. 

You felt every inch of your body heat up with the realization and as Rengoku peered down into your face kindly, you wished that dying from embarrassment could be actually possible. He didn’t seem to notice and you held your breath as he carried you out of the room and to a garden that housed a single willow tree. 

“We can go slow,” he suggested, still smiling faintly. You squeezed your eyes shut, not sure what was supposed to come next. He placed you under the tree and gave you a firm pat on the shoulder. You tried not to react.

“Yeah…” 

He beamed at you and you died a little inside.

[112-darling]

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no intended ship [self insert] ISWM lore ig

They held a match grinning as it burst into flames against their (s/t) [skin tone] colored skin. Sharp teeth twisted into a sick grin as they where sure if they had their transformation spell off their tail would be making noise to attract some instructors.

“hey? Are you the new kid?” They jumped and turned the match already burnt out as they stomped on it with the boots. “Uh- yeah! Just got lost, so sorry uhm am I in trouble?” “Nope, we just got worried you where a no-show. It being a new school n’ all.” They looked around but followed the councilor.

“Your in the Captain Course, so you’ll be learning everything, Cyro, Weaponry, Engineering, and commanding a ship successfully. Plus some minor grades.” They nodded taking a mental note, walking into the large, but empty, lecture rom.

*•_~*two years later*~_•*

“-Absolutely. . CAt-iStrOph. . . Ship repairs have been complete!”

they huffed finishing the Cyro engine and walking back to their Cyropod humming a jingle from a ad from the pits of hell they crawled from. You where stopped by a Gun at their chest. “How did you fix the ship so fast? Cap?” Gunther growled as they just grinned fluffing the hair around their hidden horns.

“just my job Gunther, why?” “Cut the crap, your not human are you?! Alien? Vampire? WHAT?” he yelled as they looked around hearing other Cyropods opening up. “Well, I feel like if I told you anything you wouldn’t believe me huh? So let’s just say I’m some alien. Why have I kept a ton of loud, annoying, boring, agitating humans alive? Or a vampire, I would have to drink blood, which expires.” They smiled smugly.

He scoffed as they pointed the gun away from them “Let’s say, I’m not human. But a Demon, crawled from the pits of hell, but instead of doing my mission. I got addicted to learning about humans. Huh? Then I got assigned to this ship. I would know no basic math right? So how did I pass the course?” They chuckled walking back to your cyropod before a bang sounded and you looked down seeing a hole through their chest. No blood or anything.

“damn. Ow?” They chuckled turning back. “You own a hard bargain then huh? Fine whatever I can’t die so I’ll just crawl back here if you do eject me.” Gunther looked satisfied as Mark, Burt, and Celci walked in. “I’m a Imp.”

Mark tilted his head before their skin turned into a violent crimson and horns appeared. And they twitched their tail, becoming larger. “Boo. Hey before you go googling how to kill me, I���m not trying to hurt nobody! If I wanted too I’d do that. Now I’m gonna walk away? Can I not have to deal with a hole in my chest no more?” Celci followed them to their cyropod along with mark who just wanted to see if it was a dream. Burt didn’t really care thinking it was a poetic way of revealing themself.

“yes?” “Captain, with all due respect, is your tail soft?” Celci smiled as Mark stuck his head out with a grin. “Can we feel them! Pleaaaase!” He grabbed their arm as they sighed. “Fine whatever. Can I sleep after though?” Their tail flopped in Celci’s hand as they bent their neck so Mark could inspect their horns.

“Captain! Do your kind have tail masks? To keep them feeling soft and not ashy?” They nodded as Mark let go of their horns to take notes.

“I don’t use them usually since I keep my tail in okay care, but human lotions work. But I need to go back to cryo sleep.” Mark whines about his notes as they retracted their tail and stepped into their cyro pod.

[thatonefrenchwitch]

"Greetings, Josephine. I heard about the quiz results the other day. You know, the one regarding the history of baroque music," the Vampire explained with a surprisingly calm tone, steel-blue eyes devoid of anger and instead expressing more disappointment than anything else. "Not to fret, however. I'll let you off with a light punishment for now. Think you can guess what that might be?"

A wry chuckle escaped his lips, now curled into the faintest of smirks. Disappointment gave way to a hint of confidence and exultation to further emphasize the clever plot stirring within the Vampire's mind, clearly envisioning something tastefully rapturous for both himself and the witch should she agree to his academic tutorage.

"Of course, I understand this is just one quiz of many. In other words, we'll have more opportunities to improve our overall grade for the class from here forward. As your master, I want to have the sole privilege of tutoring you for the future examinations—history happens to be a forte of mine, after all. Not as much as literary studies, but someone long-lived like myself ought to excel in such a subject. I'll be sure to educate you in a way that'll prove most difficult to forget the material. And I won't take no for an answer."

A frown found itself on her lips as she saw his expression. Heartbreak filling her being and making wanting to crawl into a hole and die. Please don’t look at me like that. I’m so smart, I just don’t understand music that well. She keeps her eyes down. “Easy for you, as you said yourself you’ve been around longer than I. It isn’t my fault you were here when King Arthur sought after the holy grail.”

Turning her back to him, pouting and not looking at him. Arms crossed in front of her. As she hears him talk about his achievements she rolls her eyes, knowing he’s very intelligent and normal would be dazzled with his gifts but at the moment she just wanted to smack him in order for the vampire to shut up.

“Fine, I’ll let you tutor me. Only because I know how intolerable you are when you don’t get your way.” She makes fun of him, smiling a little bit as she makes fun of him. “But don’t think for a moment I’m not as smart as you just because music is a weak point, understood?”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Of something beautiful, but annihilating🚬5/end

Warnings: nonconsensual touching, fingering, deceptive behaviour, allusions to abuse, blood, violence/death, fucking.

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Note: Another finale! Hahahhaa, hope you like it!

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You went to bed with shame burning in your cheeks but the heat quickly travelled to your loins as you thought of the scene at the drive-in. When you closed your eyes, you felt Arvin’s weight on you and his hand between your legs. You rolled onto one side, then the other, tossing and turning as you couldn’t escape the memory or the lingering sensation of his touch.

He was already downstairs when you woke up, a lazy Saturday morning as the garage was closed for the weekends. He was at the counter, boiling water for the coffee as you came down in a plain peach dress and flats. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at you, urging you to sit.

“I’m gonna make you breakfast, honey,” he announced as he filled the coffee press, “you know, my ma was a waitress. Worked down at this greasy diner when she met my dad. Before she died…” he stopped and his throat bobbed, “I dunno, I just remember the smell of her cookin’.”

“I’m sorry, Arvin,” you said as you took a seat at the table, “about your mother.”

“Why? It was so long ago, I hardly remember,” he shrugged as he searched the cupboards and pulled out the cast iron pan, “you know, I can barely even see my pa in my mind. Even when I really think. I feel like I’ve lived a dozen lifetimes already.” He put the metal to the burner, “but I think I found the one I want.”

You ran your fingertips along your throat nervously as you leaned your elbows on the table. You felt the void left by your missing wedding ring. You clapped your hands together and lowered them to the wood.

You watched him work in the kitchen. When you tried once to get up and help, he bid you back down tersely and you obliged. You felt restless sitting there as someone else did everything. He put a cup of coffee before you and sipped from his own between flipping the eggs.

Finally, he presented you with a plate of hash, egg, toast, and bacon. You thanked him as he sat and you picked up your fork and knife. You weren’t very hungry, the anxiety squeezed your stomach as you watched his hand. He buttered a slice and you recalled the tingle as his fingers sank into you.

You dropped your fork and apologised for the loud clang. You picked it back up and pushed the potato around. You were trying to think of what to say. Of how to say it. Arvin wasn’t volatile like Roy but he showed glimmers of anger that troubled you nonetheless.

“Last night…” you began.

“You liked it?” he perked up and swallowed, “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Arvin,” you uttered.

“I just… you’re so wonderful and warm, I never known a woman like you,” he ranted, “and I… I never been with a woman, you know? I hope I didn’t leave you wanting--”

“Arvin,” you said more firmly, “I’m married.”

His face fell and he leaned back in his chair. He looked down as he scooped up some egg and hash and shoved it in his mouth. He chewed tight-lipped. His steely silence was worse than any punch. You shoved some yolk in your mouth and chewed.

“I…” you began, “I’m not meaning to upset you but we can’t just pretend--”

A deafening bang sounded and shook the house. Your breath caught as you looked at Arvin with wide eyes and he cleared his throat as he stood.

“Where is ya, boy?” Roy hollered as another blast came and you heard the door jolt. You rose and looked down the hall as slivers decorated the floor below the holes peppered in the wood. “I heard about you and my wife…” footsteps clamoured up the steps of the porch, “you think you can pull a gun on me? Well, I got a bigger one, boy!”

“Shit,” Arvin pulled you back as another gunshot blew out the handle, “go, hide.”

He shoved you away and turned back to the table. He tossed the butter knife and hurried to the counter. He pulled out a drawer and took out a steak knife. He shook his head and glanced over at you again.

“Go on,” he snarled.

“No, you,” you ran to him and touched his arm, “go, I’ll talk to him--”

“He’ll kill you,” he whispered.

“No, he won’t,” you assured, “he woulda done it years ago, Arvin, go.”

You pointed him to the back door and he shook his head. You met his eyes as he glanced back at you and you nodded. 

“It’ll be fine, I’ll get him gone and come find you when he goes,” you promised, “Arvin, I can’t see you die because of me.”

His eyes searched your face and he touched your cheek. “Alright, honey,” he breathed, “you know I’ll do anything for you, don’t you?”

“Go,” you insisted as the door flew inward with a heavy kick.

Arvin scrambled away and the back door creaked in his stead as you turned to near the doorway and peer past the staircase. Roy kept the double barrel level as he pointed it at you. You quivered but tried not to show your terror.

“Roy,” you greeted through your tight throat.

“You whore,” he cocked the gun and you flinched, “I oughta shoot your fuckin’ head off too, but I just want the boy. Where is he?”

“I… I dunno, he just went out front, I thought you woulda seen him,” you lied as you filled the doorframe with your body, realising the table set for two would give away your deception.

“Don’t you be hidin’ him from me, you’re still my wife,” Roy snarled as you came closer, trying to keep him from the kitchen, “and I’m gonna put down that punk and remind you who I am. Who you are.”

“I am your wife, Roy,” you said evenly, “I can never forget that, now please, lower the gun, I’ll help you find him.”

“I ain’t believe you, you let him beat me--”

“What was I supposed to do?” you touched the metal muzzle, “he been keepin’ me here. He has a gun too, you know that.” You slid past the barrel and hesitantly reached to touch his chest, “I been so scared without you here, you’re my husband, Roy, and I love--”

He sputtered and flinched suddenly. The gun sagged and fired into the floorboards beside your shoes. The metal slid from his grasp and fell down smoking as a red splotch stained the dingy fabric of his shirt. The cascade spread as he staggered and you saw the wooden handle of the steak knife stick out from his side.

Arvin pulled the blade out as you tripped over the gun and toppled to the floor. Roy slumped to his knees as the younger man brought the knife down over his shoulder and sank it into his heart. Your lungs puffed with panic at the sickly crunch as the blade twisted between his ribs.

Your eyes widened and blurred with tears as bitterness filled your stomach. You opened your mouth and screamed as Roy fell onto his stomach and gasped out his last breaths. You felt a slickness on your cheek as a hand touched you and an arm wrapped around you. You blinked and Arvin came clear as he held the knife against your face and pulled you into his lap to cradle you.

“Wh--wh--wh--” you babbled as your eyes found your husband, completely still across the floorboards.

“He can’t hurt you no more,” Arvin cooed as he rocked you, “I heard him, he said he was gon’ shoot you. I told you, honey, I’ll do anything for you. Anything to keep you safe.”

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The porcelain was cold against your body as you sat in the tub, the hot water slowly rose around you. Arvin shoved your bloody clothes in a bag and took off his own. He tied up the sack, his hands still tinged scarlet. He put the bundle in the sink and neared the wall of the footed tub.

You watched him step over the side, his stomach tightly muscles, his figure much more slender than Roy’s, though his arms were thick and his shoulders wide. He lowered himself across from you as he sat with his back to the flowing faucet. The water deepened and scalded your skin.

He took a cloth and scrubbed your face, your neck, your chest above the surface of the water. You were numb as you felt itchy, as if bugs crawled over every inch of flesh. He stood you up and finished washing you. He was gentle but firm, lingering around your curves as his brown eyes drank you in.

He took a new cloth for himself and after wiping off the droplets across his face and rinsing his body, he scratched the red from around his nails. You shivered as he helped you out of the tub and hugged you in a towel. He led you to the bed and laid you down under the quilt.

“Gonna drive out and find a ditch,” he said as he dressed. “Finish cleaning when I get back. Probably need another bath then.”

You said nothing as you stared at the ceiling, a searing white.

“Honey,” he neared and pressed his hand to your forehead, “I know you’re shook. He tried to kill ya. We both heard him say it.”

You looked at him and your eyes dampened. He bent and pecked your lips and retracted his hand reluctantly.

“I’ll try not to be too long,” he promised and pulled on his denim jacket.

He left you and you listened to his footsteps fade. You closed your eyes and saw Roy’s blood spilling forth like a tainted river. You could hear the scraping as he was dragged across the wood, Arvin’s grunts as you watched him struggle to roll your husband’s large body in a sheet.

Your lashes flicked open but the picture is painted vivid in your mind. You hear the car and the engine fades into the soft sway of trees and the noise of critters in the grass. You don’t have the strength to do more than lay there. Time passes by your stagnant eyes and the shadows set in from the corner of the room. The windows darkened and deepened your gloom.

Arvin startled you as he appeared at the door. You didn’t hear the approach of his car or his footsteps on the stairs. He neared and kissed you again. He pulled the chain on the lamp and it cast a yellow haze over you.

“You’re awake,” he said as he stood straight, “I needa wash up again.” You hummed and stayed as you were, “you want tea?”

You shook your head and he watched you. He clamped his thin lips together and backed away.

“Found his truck, just down the way,” he pulled his grey tee over his head, “looks like he drove out to the river, walked up here. Make sure it was seen so he can’t be traced up here. Smarter than he looked.” Arvin bent to untie his boots. “I left it in the water, put it into gear and let it drift off.”

You rolled onto your side and pulled the blanket to your ear. He quieted as you listened to the rustle of his clothing as he stripped it away.

“Anyhow, they won’t find him,” he said, “likely he told whoever, if anyone even cared, that he was goin’ fishin’.”

He waited for an answer but didn’t get it. He went into the bathroom and you heard the pipes rattle as he twisted on the faucet. You felt the dampness cross the hallway and seep into the room. When he returned, he gave a sigh and tossed his towel over the old chair sat by your vanity.

He folded the blanket back and you closed your eyes at his nudity. He slid in next to you and tugged the blanket over his shoulders. He circled his arm around you and brought your body against his. Suddenly, you felt everything as you were set alight by the heat of his flesh.

“Honey,” he said softly as he framed your face with his hand, “I’m here. You’re safe with me.”

You quivered and pushed your hands to his chest. You’d never been naked with another man, never seen another man naked. In the tub, you hardly figured what was happening but then, it was all too real as you felt his cock twitch against your thigh.

“Didn’t I save you? He would killed both of us,” he rasped, “honey, I know, I’ve met so many men like him…” he rubbed his nose against yours, “and killed every one of them.”

You winced and your fingers curled into his shoulders. He smothered you with a kiss as his hand trailed down and he cupped your chest. He groaned as he fondled you, tilting his hips to rub his dick against you. He rolled your nipple under his thumb as he dragged his lips down your cheek and chin.

His hand crept around your side as he slipped lower to nibble your breasts. Roy never touched you like that. Early on he was clumsy but impatient, and after a while, he was thankless and cruel. Arvin was gentle, doting and diligent. He suckled at your bud and the tugging plucked at your core.

“Mmm,” he left a path of spit down your stomach as he nudged you onto your back, “honey, you’re so beautiful,” he disappeared beneath the blanket and pushed your legs apart as he nuzzled your pelvis, his hot breath tickling your patch of hair.

He purred as nosed your cunt and his tongue dipped between your folds. You murmured and reached down to grasp his damp hair. You brought your thighs against his head and arched your back as he tended to you, slow and scintillating as he filled you with a yearning you’d never known before.

You didn’t think as you tangled your fingers in his locks and tilted your pelvis against his lapping. You shouldn’t feel this way, should feel so good. Your husband was dead and there was another man in your bed. You were a whore, just as he said. But it felt good and he wasn’t there to tell you again.

Arvin moaned as he devoured you, his hands hungrily groped your ass as he lifted you slightly from the bed. He pushed a finger against your entrance and eased into you. You gasped and he dipped another inside of you. He moved his hand in time with his mouth, his groans rumbling through you.

You hooked your legs under his arm and cried out as you came. Your body spasmed and jerked and you rode out the shattering ascent. You shook as you stilled and kissed your thighs with his wet lips, smearing your juices across your flesh. 

You panted as he pushed himself up and the blanket fell down his back, leaving both your bodies bare to the soft glow of the lamp. His hands roved over your body and he bent again, kissing every inch his fingertips danced over first. He brought his lips back to yours and you tasted the sweetness as he forced his tongue into your mouth.

He pushed his thighs to yours so your legs bent around them, wide and welcoming. He parted and stared down at you, his deep brown eyes swallowing you up.

“The moment I saw you, I knew,” he said as he caressed your cheek, “and I haven’t stopped thinking of this ever since that moment.”

“Arvin,” you sighed and touched his wrist.

“I’ll take care of you, honey,” he reached down between your bodies as he planted and elbow into the pillow. He ran his tip along your wet folds and his jaw clenched. “I’ll keep you safe, I’ll keep you…” he pressed against you until his tip was inside you, “forever.”

“Arvin,” you gulped and gripped his muscled arms, “I…”

“He’s gone,” he sank further into you and kissed you again, “and you’re mine.”

You moaned and he bottomed out with a gasp. His body tensed and he shuddered as he wiggled his hips.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he groaned, “so warm, so… sweet. Oh, honey.”

“Please…” you croaked as your eyes watered.

You didn’t know if it was the bloodiness of the day or that you’d never felt anything so pleasant, so gentle, so caring. You didn’t know why you were crying or why your body buzzed like cicadas under the moon. You pushed your head into the pillow as he pressed his fingers to your clit and rubbed in time with his steady thrusts.

“Honey,” he droned and kissed your wet cheek between each stroke, “oh, you’re so nice.”

He tilted into you over and over. You brought your legs around him and hooked your arms under his as you clawed at his back. Your body contorted with his as your eyes rolled back and you succumbed to the stolid heat coursing through your veins. You cried out and let your hands fall down as you groped his ass, begging for more.

The bed quaked as he grew more fervent in his appetite, the pain was dulled by the sheer bliss and you sang out your delight. There was nothing but his body and that radiating pulse in your core. You came again and again as you whined ravenously and dug your nails into his flesh.

He jerked into you with a fluttery breath. His hips stuttered and he fell limp over you. His head hung over your shoulder as he huffed. His cum coated your walls in a salacious heat and you ran your hands up his back. He turned his head to kiss your temples, tears still rolling down to your lobes.

As your nerves stilled and the afterglow dimmed, reality shrouded you once more. The body over yours felt heavier as you were paralysed against the bed. Arvin drew you with him as he rolled onto his side and held you. It was nice but tinged with the horror wrought by his hands.

You didn’t miss Roy but you didn’t feel free either.

🚬

Arvin rolled out the rug over the bloodstain in the hall, the whole covered over  with a thin board of scrap. You watched and clutched your purse then checked the clock. He stood and neared to fetch his jacket from the small square corner table. He pulled it over the button-up that once belonged to your dad and the tie that was Roy’s.

His hair was combed back tidily and he wore a carefree smile. His eyes twinkled as he offered his hand and gestured to the door. The frame was curtained with a sheet as the shredded wood was removed and another would be ordered from Tim’s Hardware. He clung to your hand as he followed you out into the Sunday sunlight.

“We don’t have to go,” you said as he swung your hand and led you to the Chevrolet, “I know you don’t like it.”

“Nah, we should go to church,” he smiled and spun you to kiss you. He held your face between your hands as his lips lingered overly long. “Let the lord and all the other holy people see me and my girl.”

“Arvin,” you shied away.

He reached past you and opened the door. You sat and he gripped the metal as he looked down at you.

“I will keep my hands to myself before the lord,” he avowed, “I only ask his blessing for what I know to be his work.”

You considered him and wrung the short strap of your purse, “I thought you didn’t believe in God.”

“I didn’t, not before,” he said with a smile, “not ‘til I met you. His most precious angel.”

You chewed your lip and turned your face down. He chuckled and closed the door. He got in the driver’s side and the engine rolled over. His hand wandered over to your lap as he steered with one hand. You looked out the window and stared up at the pale blue sky.

You didn’t believe in God. You couldn’t. Just like your father said, a benevolent lord would not gift such suffering to his creation. There was no all-knowing being sitting in the clouds, no glorious purpose for you or any other. There were only devilish men and their dark deeds.

[noneatnonedotcom]

Dark rwby smut:

Raven has Yang and Weiss hostage and won’t release them. It’s up to Jaune to challenge the bandit leader for the sake of his friend’s freedom.

A knight strode into a bandit camp with purpose.

It sounds like the start of a grand story, some fairytale you’d tell children before bed.

The truth was very different. Jaune Arc had long since abandoned the ideals of heroism. But there was one idea he held onto even now.

An Arc always kept his word.

That’s why he was doing this, he’d sworn to help his friends no matter what and by the gods if he had to take on the most dangerous bandit tribe in fucking Minstral then he would do so. An Arc NEVER went back on his word.

He ignored the squelching mud under his new boots. Or the way his armor sat a little heavier on him than he’d like. The new gauntlets were closer to a robotic hand than the armor most people thought of. A side effect of telling ruby that he was off to save her sister. He’d only just avoided muscle armor. Still, there were worse things than having a suit of armor tailor-made for you by the best blacksmith this side of the afterlife.

It at least let him look the part.

Still, he’d stalled long enough, time to deal with reality.

Raven stood before him.

“You’re a long way from home, boy,” she said, not looking up from the drink she was enjoying. The scantily clad Weiss poured for her. Both her and Yang were chained around the neck.

“I’m here for them”

“Then you have the ransom?” she asked with a raised brow

“Yeah, I'll just be giving it to you in steel rather than gold,” he said, working hard to keep his voice calm as he drew his blade. He didn’t deploy the shield; he'd need the element of surprise if he wanted any chance of surviving this.

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Raven was worried, she’d heard about the arc family, hell she’d gone to school with the boy's father. There was a good reason why the area around the arc ancestral lands was so safe. Everyone who crossed the family died, or worse.

And his mother was definitely worse. A tribal just like her she’d fought Arc to prove a point, now thirty years later she was still a breeding sow for the family. Her warrior stock probably only made them more powerful. And now here he was ready to take her daughter and the Schnee.

If she had it her way she’d just give the boy both and be done with it. They weren’t worth her head. But that wasn’t an option. No, instead she’ll just have to offer something better than the satisfaction of her death.

“Very well boy, I'll take your steel. And if you manage to beat me I’ll even give you my body as well”

She only prayed that the Arc would accept it

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Jaune wasn’t sure what to do, frankly, he wanted nothing to do with a woman who abandoned her daughter but if he didn’t take the deal then he’d likely be jumped by her entire tribe, who had begun forming a circle around the last patch of dry grass that hadn’t been turned to mud from them walking through it.

“Fine,” he said, annoyance in his voice, he just wanted Yang and Weiss back home with the team where they belonged now he’d have to deal with this too.

He took his place across from her, taking his sword in a two-handed grip that his father had tried teaching him when he was a boy. It was Pyrrha who taught him how to fight with a shield. Who taught him to protect others but jaune wasn’t looking to protect here. Only to slay.

There was no signal, Raven just rushed him. Normally he wouldn’t have been able to react to the speed. But months with Nora had taught him to use her peripheral vision. The added context to the attack that was about to hit him prevented panic and allowed him to dodge the blow as an ear-splitting screech tore through the air as dust-enhanced steel met angled armor. It was only sheer luck that let his pommel slam into her chin.

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The boy was strong, Raven had a habit of toying with those weaker than her but for strong opponents, she tried to end it in a single strike. Using her aura to launch herself like a rocket at her enemy then causing another boost of aura to swing her blade fast enough to make a sonic boom like a bullet.

Not only had this jaune blocked it, but in the same fluid motion, he’d counterattacked. And now he was coming at her.

Gods’ why didn’t she just give him the girls?!

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Jaune stumbled forward catching himself just in time to almost run but not quite. Still, he was out of time bracing his shoulder he jumped forward slamming into her gut just as her sword would have split his head.

He’d told ruby he needed a helmet!

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Raven was knocked on her ass and fear began to take hold, she couldn’t die here, this boy, this man was too strong and

NO!

She would defeat him, rolling to her feet she charged as much aura as she could into her blade and swung down, she’d be exhausted but the monster would be dead. Off to the side, she noticed that her daughter had freed herself and the Schnee. That would be a problem but it was too late for her to save her little boy toy.

Just as her daughter screamed the world went white

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Jaune felt more aura coursing through him than ever before. And down there in front of him, on her back trying to crawl away in fear was raven.

“I give up!” she screamed as jaune lifted his sword, “please just take them and go!”

Jaune glared at the woman “I’d love nothing more than to leave your weak tribe and be fucking done with this” he said honestly. The longer he stayed here the more likely it was these guys would jump him. And even if he got lucky with raven he doubted he could take all of them “but unfortunately I made you a promise”

With that, he began to unarmor himself. Taking a step toward the retreating woman with each thunk of the heavy armor falling away until as he stripped his pants and showed off his cock to the world he once more sighed pulling raven back by her legs to him. He hoped yang and Weiss weren’t watching, he was pretty average and didn’t have much to show off. Then again, he didn’t have much to compare him with.

All the guys at beacon refused to shower with him in the locker room

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OF COURSE THE BOY WAS A MONSTER, HE WAS A FUCKING ARC!

He was carrying around a foot of cock and it was surely gonna ruin her. But as Raven tried to crawl away, her own aura utterly depleted she felt him drag her back in front of him by her ankle. Her hands pulling up tufts of grass in vane as she tried to avoid her fate

“Just hurry the fuck up and strip raven, I have better shit to do!” came the annoyed voice of the monster behind her

What?

She froze and jaune growled in frustration ripping her clothes apart and lining himself up with her snatch

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She was tight, that was about all Jaune could say on the subject as Raven squirmed and struggled underneath him. He really wasn’t enjoying this. She was too shallow, too unused to him and SHE KEPT FUCKING CRAWLING AWAY!

Like, he got it, it was probably annoying to have to deal with him shoving himself into her, but damn it this wasn’t his fucking idea. And an Arc always keeps their word, so here he was trying to hold this whining bitch down so he could finish up and be done the entire fucking thing.

Finally getting tired of her bullshit jaune wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her back into him. She screamed louder as he hammered into her, probably pissed that he was touching her hair like yang would be. Damn it he was starting to lose his boner! Think about Ruby Jaune! Think about that big, bubbly, Rubooty!

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Raven was going to die, she was sure of it, his massive cock was sticking out of her stomach and she could feel her body struggling to accommodate him as he shoved that fucking pillar deep into her. Having already gone as far as her womb.

Then he told her he was halfway in! The fuking idiot didn’t seem to get that there was NO MORE FUCKING ROOM FOR HIM.

She screamed as her body was flooded with pleasure as he pulled her hair. Bringing her back into him as he fucked her like a common whore. Her daughter was watching with her friend and… oh gods he just got bigger!

He must have seen Yang masterbating to this.

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He smacked Raven’s ass, disappointed it didn’t jiggle like Ruby’s when she ran, and struggled to maintain the fantasy. With a grunt, he pushed in deeper and held her there as his first orgasm finally came.

Thank the Gods’

Only two more holes to go.

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Raven thought it was over when she felt herself fill with cum, groaning in relief as jaune pulled out of her now leaking cunt. Ruined for all the world to see. But then she felt herself being pulled up by her hair. And suddenly she was being throat fucked, her vision filled by a sneering Jaune.

She felt herself cum again as he used her

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It was official, raven sucked at this. It was a fucking blow job! How hard could it be? Nora had given him plenty when she was bored on the road and Ren couldn’t keep up with her anymore. Let alone when he imagined Ruby to be able to do it. No, that wasn’t fair. Maybe she was just out of practice. After all, it's not like many guys around here would give her the time of day.

Okay Jaune just lay close your eyes and imagine Ruby, you can do this

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He was thinking about someone else, Raven was sure of it now, the way he kept his eyes closed. The way he tried to force her deeper. Was it Yang? Was that why he was here to save her? She didn’t know she didn’t care. Right now that massive dick was being used for her, it was hers!

Her nose filled with his scent, her tongue slipping out from her mouth to lap at his balls. Oh gods what a man. To take her so utterly. To ruin her and have her be just another of his conquests. She wept with joy as she felt him cum down her throat.

She couldn’t give this up

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Jaune stared down at the clearly delirious Raven, he was a little worried that he’d gone too far as he had forgotten to let her breathe. Normally he’d just wait for the tap on his thigh but she obviously didn’t know about that.

Oh well, just anal left and he could head home with yang and Weiss. He hoped they weren’t too bored.

“Turn around slut,” he said, trying to sound authoritative. He’d heard girls like that, and he was willing to try with Raven since it didn’t really matter if she didn’t like it. Not like he was ever gonna see her again

He was pleasantly surprised to find he was right as he watched Raven squeal in glee before she put herself face down into the grass. Huh… good to know, maybe Ruby would like it if he used his leader’s voice?

Lining up with the older woman’s ass Jaune decided it was about time to wrap this up so he wasn’t gonna go with the slow and steady pace he had before

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Raven’s world was one of sensations alone as she felt her master slam his cock into her ass. Her eyes swam with colors and her body twitched as she felt orgasm after orgasm. Pain and pleasure mixing in a delirious cocktail that her brain drowned in. and her hands, no longer being used to hold her up, Rubbed along the imprint his cock made in her. Trying to give him the same pleasure she felt

Every breath was praise for him.

This was heaven.

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Raven was annoying as hell.

“iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouILOVEYOU!”

“Please just shut the fuck up Raven!” Jaune screamed back as he tried to finish himself off. Groaning in relief as he felt another set of mouths on his balls. Turning around he saw Yang and Weiss doing their best to help him through this chore. They were great friends and jaune owed them for this.

What they lacked in skill they made up for in enthusiasm. And Jaune soon found himself about to cum slamming home in the bandit queen jaune moaned in relief as he flooded raven’s body with his seed. Slowly pulling the still hard cock out of the twitching mess of a woman and letting Yang and Weiss try to clean him up.

Oh yeah, he owed these two a lot. Though he did come to save them in the first place. But that was only to help his friends so yeah, he’d still owe them.

Nodding in agreement with his train of logic, he said out loud “welp time to go home” to his surprise the Raven opened a portal to …. Qrow?

OH HEY, THERE WAS RUBY!

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Ruby was a very happy girl, her sister was safe, as was her bestie Weiss. And Raven had even learned the error of her ways. Yeah, today was great.

It was also great because she was slamming her nice thicc ass back on Jaune’s dick like nature intended. Honestly, what was Raven thinking trying to take a dick this amazing with an ass like that? At least Yang had the common sense to use her tits to get jaune off. And Weiss…. Weiss was willing to help however she could.

So that’s why she let her sister and friend join in on her fun with her boyfriend.

Slamming her ass down on his dick faster, Ruby relished the attention that was on her as Raven whimpered in the corner.

Yeah, Yang and Weiss got to help, but Raven had to study hard if she wanted to be a good slut. That’s why she was being forced to watch her and Jaune go at it for hours on end.

It totally wasn’t because ruby liked putting the snobby bitch in her place. Ruby would never do that.

Moaning in pure pleasure as she arched her back and Jaune came inside her. Ruby smiled before resuming her work with a kiss from Jaune.

And they all lived happily ever after

[navegandoaciegas]

Hay(wire)

Kinktober 1/31 : quickie, face fucking, facial.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: smut, explicit language, unprotected vaginal sex, sex in a barn, oral sex, facial, set after the events of CA:TWS.

Yeah, I actually did it 💀

A/N: day 1 of @itgetsdarksometimes35 spooky challenge + Kinktober.

Bucky despises you.

He loathes how his heart rate picks up whenever he sees you, or how the pit in his stomach grows larger when he doesn't. He can’t stand the way the other farmers talk about you and look at you, but mostly he hates how you bite your lips and clench your thighs when he catches you staring, the tangy scent that floods his senses when he’s close to you, and how you never question why an American veteran would be picking hayballs in the Romanian countryside.

He hates your kindness, the way you hang onto his every word when he describes the night sky, your stained hands and the flowers you weave in your hair, your nipples showing through your white t-shirts, his blood draining from his brain and shooting straight to his cock just looking at you.

You bring out the beast, the soldat lingering inside some recess in his mind, the side of him that wants to own you, and ruin you for everyone else.

You bother him, talking and being nice. Smiling. Cracking jokes. Eating your lunch with him when the other boys are too afraid to approach him. Filling the silence with your stories while he munches on buni’s sarmalele and merely grunts in acknowledgement. Bringing him water when he sweats buckets under the sweltering sun. Shamelessly flirting like you find him attractive.

As if a pretty girl like you could ever want him, he thinks, with the stench of horse shit clinging to his skin and oozing out of his pores.

He scoffs at himself, and stacks another hayball, willing himself to forget all about you.

-

You know he hears your steps on the cobblestones before you enter the barn where he’s stacking hay in neat piles, like he always does before going to bed.

“You can continue this tomorrow, I’m sure buni won’t mind if you take a break.” you quip, closing the door and leaning on the wooden stall.

You eye his tanned skin, reddened by the scorching August sun, the strain on his sweaty long sleeved t-shirt that clings to his bulging biceps, the outline of his back muscles as his chest heaves.

There’s something animalistic about him, something that makes your stomach churn and your pussy tingle. When his t-shirt trails up, you can’t help but observe the hard planes of his abs and the coarse, black hair that trail them.

“I’m doing what she pays me for, and so should you.”

He dismisses you with a curt nod as he keeps lifting the hay and stacking it away for the winter.

By that time, you’ll both be long gone, so you might as well make the most of what you have.

“I’m done picking plums, if you must know.” you state, an unimpressed look making its way on your face. “You work twelve hours everyday, and you won’t drink her țuică or smoke the cigarettes she gives the other boys.” you say, approaching him slowly until you’re standing in front of him, so close you can see the darkness in his eyes and smell his pungent sweat, “She worries about you, you know.”

Your eyes stray from his, traveling down to his plump lips. He swallows thickly and inhales a sharp breath.

“I worry too.” you continue, stalking closer.

His manly, musky scent is intoxicating, and you feel short of breath, heat and slick pooling in your panties.

“Always working, never having any fun. Life must be very lonely for you.”

There’s static energy, or maybe magic, between you two.

“My life’s just fine.”

He’s gruff as always, but you hear his voice waver when his eyes drop to your own lips, and he finds them parted, and so inviting.

You shrug, feeling your skin crawl with anticipation, want, need. “I know, I’m just saying, I could make it less… lonely.”

You see him cave. You know he wants you, and he’s never exactly subtle about it. But when your hand reaches for his left arm, the spell shatters, the air gets sucked out of the little barn, and the growl that he lets out terrifies you and excites you at the same time.

“Stay the fuck away from me.” he snarls, snatching his arm away from you. He looms over you, rage burning behind his steel blue eyes. “Or-”

He interrupts himself, taking a step back and restraining whatever wild instinct is clouding his judgement. The veins on his neck swell up, and the smirk on your lips and your tangy smell only add to his irritation.

You know you shouldn’t prod. You know he could crack your skull in half without breaking a sweat.

But you’ve also seen him bathed in spring’s pollen, cooing at newborn chicks and patting their feathers, whispering soft words in a language you don’t speak. You’ve seen him kissed by the summer’s sunrise, leaning his head on uică Dan’s horse while petting his mane, and humming to mătușă Ana’s cow while milking her.

You’ve seen him sneak outside your room every morning for the past two months to leave wildflowers on your doorstep, and you know he’s the one who carries you to your bed when you fall asleep on the deck chairs outside, after stargazing together for hours, and pecks a lingering kiss on your forehead, whispering to you, his sweet girl, to sleep tight.

So no, you’re not afraid, and very turned on.

“Or what, big guy? What are you going to do?”

Jaw clenched, fists so tight his knuckles are white, nostrils flared. He closes his eyes, heaves a heavy sigh and mutters a ‘fuck that’ under his breath, and in a blur he’s on you.

But he’s not hitting you, no.

Just like you predicted, he goes haywire, feral, his mouth is on yours, his tongue prods your lips, his hands roam everywhere, tangling your hair and kneading the flesh of your ass.

He bites your bottom lip, and you taste metal on your tongue. A moan escapes you when one of his thick thighs comes between your own, and your core rubs against the rough material of his jeans.

“Took you long enough.” you tease him when he allows you to catch your breath.

He’s sweaty, rough, his clothes soiled by the ground he spends his days working on, and you find that you don’t care, that you want him to dirty you and ruin you in this barn, with hay poking your skin and cicadas screaming outside.

You’re staring at each other, panting, eyes swallowed by darkness.

He doesn’t answer, never speaks much anyways. He’s on you again, his hand on your throat, and it doesn’t hurt but it’s tight enough to make its threatening presence known.

Your walls flutter around nothing.

The other hand, splayed on your back, guides you as you grind yourself on his thigh. It’s been two months of sexual tension, and it’s about to explode.

You reach for his t-shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours, but he stops you, and the look in his eyes, hard yet pleading, is enough to make the protest die in your throat.

Your own shirt is discarded, maybe shred to pieces. His touch is bruising and desperate as he explores your body like it’s his last day on Earth.

He nips and sucks your skin, surely leaving dark marks behind, rolling and pinching your nipples between his fingers, swirling his tongue around them until you’re pushing him off of you.

“I need you.” you moan, shrieking when his teeth bite down on your shoulder.

Pain is a bucket of cold water on your burning skin, a contrast to the pleasure he brings you, and yet it doesn’t diminish it, but amplify it until his teeth on your flesh are all you want.

He lets himself fall on the hay, dragging you down with him. It irks you, pokes you, and quite frankly, it doesn’t smell like roses.

But it will do.

He hooks his fingers around the waistband of your leggings and hastly drags them down to your knees, not even bothering to get rid of them.

When he pulls on your hair and spins you around, it’s not romantic. When he forces you face down, ass up, it’s not pretty. When he spits on his hand and roughly shoves two fingers inside you, making you wince, it’s not soft and caring.

“I’ll take care of you later, need to be inside you now, doll. I’ve wanted you since the day I first saw you.” he murmurs.

You hear him fumble with his belt as he keeps rubbing your clit and pumping his calloused fingers in and out of you. “It’s been so long.” he adds, as an afterthought, while he strokes his cock and gets himself ready for you.

The hay scratches your cheeks, and you feel his intense presence as he kneels behind you, ready to take you like an animal in heat.

“Please.” you whine, wiggling your hips and brushing against him, “I need you to fuck me now, James.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, and lines himself up with your entrance, teasing your folds and smearing your arousal on his tip. You feel him prod your tight hole and you brace yourself for the pain, but when he breaches you, your walls stretch perfectly around him, accomodating him, and all you feel is a dull burn that soon gives way to pleasure.

Moaning at the fullness of his heavy weight inside you, you try to bounce on him, but his hands on your hips halt your movement. He's as rough as you expected him to be, and the coil in your core is unbearable.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight.” he groans, picking up a faster pace, slamming in and out of you. “Made for me, so good.”

He pulls on your hair, and the pain shoots straight to your cunt, making your walls clench on him.

Arching your back you meet his harsh thrusts, feeling his cock hitting that spot inside you, the one that makes the pressure build impossibly fast every time he bumps against it.

It’s all too much and not enough, and when he tugs on your hair again, your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You don’t feel the hay scratching you anymore.

“Fuck me harder.” you plead with tears streaming down your face, revelling in the lewd squelching sounds of your pussy and the slapping ones of his balls hitting your folds.

He never talks, and he won’t start now, you realize. You don’t care though, because all you can think about is his other hand snaking between your legs and furiously rubbing circles around your swollen clit.

You mewl when he snaps his hips and his tip hits your cervix. “I wanna hear those sweet noises pretty girl, wanna hear you fall apart on my cock, only for me.”

He brings you high, and higher, and the pressure grows more and more, until the knot unravels.

“Cum on my cock, fuck, cum all over me sweet girl. I missed this so much.”

When the dam breaks, you feel months of sexual tension release, and the tight coil inside your belly snaps. Your limbs jerk as a hot surge of electricity assails you, and you gush all over his cock, feeling your pussy constrict him in a vice.

He rides your aftershock, pummeling inside you while icy cold claws your every nerve ending. You’re drooling out of your mouth as a man you barely know brutally fucks you like a beast, but in the hazy state you’re in, you couldn’t care any less.

“I’m close.” he gnarls, tightening the hold on your hips, “Where can I-?

“On my face.” You turn and peek over your shoulder just in time to see the shock in his eyes. “I like it that way.” And I’m not on birth control.

When his thrusts become sloppier and his breathing erratic, he pulls out of you and stands. You turn around on your knees and face his thick cock, half wondering how he could make it fit inside your cunt.

“Open those pretty lips of yours babydoll, I want to fuck your mouth too.”

You comply, parting your lips. He shoves himself inside you, clutching your hair and neck as he fucks your mouth relentlessly, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

You can’t breathe anymore, but he keeps going, moving your head along his length. You taste him on your mouth, heady and salty, feeling every vein and ridge of him.

You look up, and seeing him all disheveled, hair sticking out everywhere and red faced, lights the fire in your pussy again.

Your hand finds its way between your folds while he holds you down until your nose rubs against the coarse hair on his pubic bones and his balls slap against your chin.

Quickly, he slides out of you, and pumps his cock once, twice. He cums on your face with a moan, painting your lips, cheeks and the tip of your nose with his white hot spurt.

When you open your eyes again, you find him staring at you already, with the most expressive look you’ve ever seen him wear and something akin to a smile dancing on his lips.

“God, doll. I didn’t even know I could do that.” he confesses, all doe eyed. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect, babygirl. I’m gonna keep fucking that tight pussy of yours all summer.”

You let out a giggle when he hoists you over his shoulder and the hay that’s stuck to your clothes flies everywhere.

“Gonna fuck you until you’re sore, until you’re sobbing and you beg me to stop. Fill you up over and over again. Make this pussy all mine. No more other farm boys, you hear me?”

He keeps his word that night, and you keep yours all August long, and you know neither of you want this summer to ever end.

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Yoga Mat - Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 1,744

Warnings: +18 content, smut, oral fem receiving, slight praise, slight angst at the end

Summary: You finally get some answers from your Sensei as well as extra steamy affection.

A/N: This is the third and final part of this series. You can find the other parts on my masterlist!

Requests Open!

It didn't take long after your first official session for your secret gym meetings to become more consistent. At first, Gojo would slip into the dojo silently before pressing himself against you, the pressure of his bulge on your ass making you grin. Then it became almost every night.

There was no doubt almost everyone at the school had heard the moans coming from the gym, and there were plenty of rumors going around as well - the most popular one being that it was two teachers. Gojo's name was thrown around often as well, but no one seemed to suspect you (if they did you were sure Gojo would've shut them up anyways)

So you continued the escapade, the only exception to your nightly endeavors was when he had to work which typically resulted in Gojo returning more pent up than ever.

Thankfully your studies had picked up as well and you were back to your normal state. Top of the class and on top of your teacher. Only one thing was keeping you down, something you'd planned to discuss with Gojo tonight when he arrived.

Despite all the time you'd spent working out alone before you'd really only used the punching bag and occasionally the weights. But due to how sore your body had been you decided maybe tonight you were ready for a change. You eyed the yoga mats tucked in the corner for a moment before grabbing one and bringing it to the center of the room.

Yoga wasn't exactly your specialty but you weren't exactly new to it either. Some of the more basic poses popped into your mind before starting out. Slowly you took a deep breath, lifting your right leg up you let the bottom of your foot rest against the inside of your thigh. Once you felt like you were confident in your balance you pressed your hands together stiffly in a prayer motion, taking a deep inhale you centered yourself then slowly exhaled feeling your muscles relax.

Next you got on your hands and knees, extending your legs back and sticking your ass up in the air as you leaned forward and bowed your head. It made you feel slightly disoriented as the blood seemed to rush to your head.

"What a sight!" You heard a familiar voice exclaim. You had no doubts there was a smirk on Gojo's face as he wasted no time before approaching you and kneading at your ass. "Did ya miss me?" He questioned as he tugged lightly on your hair.

You nodded in response, "How was work today, Gojo?" You asked, looking back at him momentarily over your shoulder seeing his bright blue eyes for a second before his large hand reached forward to make your head face forward.

"Good. Not as good as you in these yoga pants though."

You jokingly wiggled your ass in his hands, palms still squeezing at you. All of a sudden you heard cloth ripping as your ass felt a breeze, cold air chilling your skin. "Did you just-" You began before he cut you off with the feeling of his finger running down your clothed center. Your breath hitching in your throat.

"Gojo," You stuttered "My leggings!"

"Don't worry about it, baby." He purred, his finger trailing up to your covered clit sending shocks of electricity through your body. "I'll buy you as many pairs as you want after this."

You began to get lost in his actions your mind slowly going numb with pleasure. Your hips started to subconsciously move back in time with his hand. Gojo's fingertips could feel how wet you were getting as your slick began to seep through the thin material of your underwear. His cock straining against his sweatpants, desperate to feel you on him.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as Gojo roughly grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back. You let out a squeak as you collided with the yoga mat, your legs over your sensei's shoulders. Eyes wide you looked at Gojo as he smirked up at you, sending a wink your way as his thumb slowly pushed your panties to the side. He didn't hesitate to dive between your thighs, his tongue licking a bold stripe from your folds to your clit, lips latching on and sucking.

Your legs started shaking, already close from earlier. You felt one of his fingers tease at your hole before slipping inside you, pumping you slowly as he lapped at your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your back arched off the mat as a second finger entered, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips, "S-Satoru..." He curled his fingers, reaching a spot that left you cumming around his digits. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling him against your center as you rode out your high. You looked down and saw his piercing blue eyes staring back at you, clouded with lust.

Legs still shaking you watched as he sat up, smirking as he brought the two fingers that were coated in your slick up to his lips, slipping his fingers into his mouth - his eyes rolling to back of his head as he tasted you.

The blush coating your face only got redder, feeling the throb between your legs return again. You looked so innocent to him, hair a mess, still coming down from the blissful high of your orgasm. You practically glowed in the low lighting, a faint halo of cursed energy above your head. He crawled on top of you, letting out a growl as he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. With one hand on the back of your neck, you felt his other trail down to your thighs, continuing to tear the leggings off you completely - underwear soon following. Blindly you grabbed at the edge of his sweatpants, struggling to take them off him.

Frustrated you let out a soft groan into his mouth. He pulled away from your kiss for a moment, a trail of spit following your lips as you broke apart. He swiftly tugged down his pants low enough for his length to spring up, slapping against his stomach. Slowly he started to grind against your center, your slick coating his cock. Wordlessly he sat up, bringing you with him. He lined you up perfectly with his cock, letting you slide down on him slowly. You balanced yourself shakily, hands resting on his thighs.

You felt so stretched every time, so full. He rubbed against your walls as you sat, facing him. Pulling you closer his hands went back to your ass, groping and kneading as he guided you up and down his length - lifting and dropping you in a steady rhythm.

Gojo dipped his head down to the crook of your neck, lips sucking lightly at the sensitive skin. After your first orgasm, your nerves felt like they were on fire, every touch from your Sensei sent electricity through your body continuously bringing you closer and closer to your end again.

"Feel good?" He murmured in between leaving marks up and down your neck, biting carefully. "Feel good being stretched on my cock, baby?"

You nodded lightly, leaning into his chest as you rode him. You felt your mind numb as all you could think about was the pleasure spreading.

You snapped out of the sex filled haze when you felt his fingers thumb at your clit, a jolt making you shake and moan loudly "S-sensei."

The moans spurred him on, no longer guiding you but now snapping his hips up into you at a rough pace. You were nearing your second release and Gojo was desperate to feel you come around him.

You were so tired, sweat and slick dripping off your bodies and onto the yoga mat. Your head rested on his shoulder as he fucked you, soft moans spilling from your lips. "That's it baby, look so pretty wrapped around me, squeezing me with your cunt so perfectly."

Gojo brushed the hair sticking to your face away, petting you softly despite the brutal tempo his hips kept. Lifting your head towards him he kissed you again. You responded with the remaining strength you had left in you, moving your body in time with him again. He let out a deep moan, the sound going straight to your core. "M' gonna come." You said, almost breathless at this point, so fucked out and tired from the long day.

Once again his thumb brushed your clit, giving you just enough to tip over the edge, your mind blanking as you spasmed around his cock and in his arms. Your walls milked him as you came. His hips soon stuttering as he joined you in the bliss riding the high out together as you came undone in his arms.

You slumped on his chest, his arms holding you in place. You felt so so safe, "I don't wanna move." You mumbled.

"Then we won't, I'm not going anywhere." You knew he was lying, Gojo was going to leave eventually and it scared you. He was going to leave one day and probably not come back.

"Why don't you take me on missions ever." The thought had been bouncing around in your head for months. Sure it'd been an afterthought as of late but it still crept into your brain at night sometimes. You felt him tense beneath you for a moment.

You half expected Gojo to make a joke to try to get out of answering when he responded, "I'm afraid that if I take you with me you'll get hurt."

"But-" You began ready to defend yourself. You were the best in the class and trained regularly. Gojo of all people knew that.

"Itadori died, (y/n)." Your words quickly died on your tongue, "He's fine now but we both know you wouldn't be as lucky. Think about how we'd all feel if we lost you." He stressed, Gojo's usual playful tone vanishing as he got serious. "I-I can't go through that with you. I can't watch you die, (y/n)."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you heard his voice begin to crack, you craned your head up to look at him. Tears had begun to form in the edges of his eyes. "I love you, and I can't lose you."

Without thinking you reached your hand up and brought your lips together in a soft kiss. "I love you too, Satoru. I'm not going anywhere either."

That was a lie, just like his was. But in the moment it didn't matter. You had something more than most other sorcerers did.

Love.

[dyns33]

The Tiger and the Rabbit entry : 

          "You little … Mierda ! Maldita sea ! Conejita ! Bunny ! Get out of your hiding place, right now !"

As Vaas ran around the camp, the pirates tried to pretend they couldn't see him and that everything was fine.

Of course, if any of them knew where the boss's bunny was, they would tell him, but they didn't, and so they were minding their own business.

None of them wanted to laugh either. To giggle, or even to smile, meant to die.

No doubt very slowly, in excruciating pain.

During the first argument with Y/N, a pirate had sneered. His name was Dave.

His head could be found on the beach, presumably rotting in the sun, after Vaas had played with him for several days.

           "Nena ! Where are you ?! I don't find that funny anymore !"

No one knew why they had quarrelled this time. They argued quite often, and they were always reconciled just as quickly.

Everyone imagined it was always Vaas doing something stupid, making Y/N angry. She could make mistakes too, but he forgave his little rabbit almost everything.

And in the end, it was also always him who crawled apologetically, begging forgiveness, without losing his dangerous aura. Vaas wasn't crawling in front of anyone else, the pirates had to remember this if they thought they were making fun of him for it.

Anyway, it was quite normal for two mates to act like this.

Between those two moments, the rabbit had several ways of reacting.

She could get furious, howling at the tiger, throwing things at him and struggling as he tried to hold her down on the bed until she calmed down.

She cried sometimes, which made Vaas completely mad and depressed. He hated making her cry.

And, worst of all, she could disappear.

Oh, she never left the camp, but she hid in different places, and even using his flair and hearing, the tiger was unable to find her. If he wanted her to go out, Vaas had to find the right words. And so find out what he had done wrong.

Often he had no idea what he had done wrong at all.

           "... Is it because I said Carlos was stupid ? I know you like Carlos. I said that because I was a little jealous, but it's true that he is nice, that big stupid teddy bear."

           "Gracias Jefe."

           "Shut up ! You shut the fuck up Carlos, or I'll cut your tongue ! No, nena, I'm not really going to cut his tongue... Or I'll cut it if you don't get out ! Bunny ?"

No answer.

           "I think she doesn't give a damn about your tongue, Carlos. You're lucky, I wouldn't have liked it if she had come out for you. It's because I cooked a man's leg ?.. No ? Because I said I love your butt ? I love your butt, it's not a crime ! Because I used the expression 'fuck like rabbits' ? It was cute, nena, come on !"

Still nothing. Vaas was starting to run out of ideas.

           "Mi cielo, mi amor... I'm really sorry, whatever I did. I know, you don't like me apologizing without knowing what I did, but now I really don't see."

           "... Boss ?"

           "What Benny ? What the fuck do you want ?!"

           "... I think I found her."

           "... But why are you telling me that only now ?! Why are you standing there ?! Move ! Show me ! Nena !"

           "Uh boss... I think she's sleeping."

Indeed, the little rabbit was hidden in a hole, in a wall, under a table, and she was sleeping, paying no attention at all to her surroundings. She was sleeping so well that she didn't move when Vaas grabbed her. Her little snout sniffed when Y/N was in his arms, but she must have recognized his scent and she continued to sleep as he took her to bed.

She didn't seem too upset when she woke up, sticking to him with a growl. She didn't say anything when he kissed her, purring loudly.

On the other hand, when he put his hand on her thigh.

           "Oh no ! Not again !"

           "What nena, what ?!"

           "I'm exhausted Vaas !"

           "You say that because you're still mad querida, and I don't even know why !"

           "I just told you, I'm completely exhausted. I want to sleep !"

           "I don't see how it's my fault mi corazón !" growled the tiger.

           "We fuck every day ! For hours ! Even at night ! I hardly sleep ! It's easy for you, you're stimulated with your drugs and other crazy stuff, but I need to sleep. We can't fuck like a rabbit all the times, even if I am one ! Besides, I don't like that saying at all."

           "... I apologized for that, but you were asleep. And I'm sorry for loving you so much that it makes you tired. So... are we fucking now ?"

           "No Vaas !"

           "... We'll never fuck again ?" he asked, pouting.

           "... Just not that much. Please."

           "Alright. I would masturbate in the shower, alone, thinking of you."

           "Vaas !"

           "It's not my fault if I want you all the time. But I'm not going to force you. So we'll fuck less, okay."

           " Gracias a Dios..."

           "Shut up Carlos ! Damn it, go do your rounds somewhere else instead of listening !"

           "Everyone can hear you, Jefe... all the time."

           "You really want me to cut off your tongue, and your ears too, teddy bear ?! Fucking move !"

           "... Did he just say everyone could hear us ?" asked Y/N,  with a look full of fear as she understood what that meant.

           "No nena, don't... Nena ! Come back ! No !"

No one said anything as Vaas, completely naked, chased his bunny, who was hopping around the camp to escape him, in the middle of the night. Nothing unusual here.

[arrancxr]

2 with luppi please? maybe luppi is being a brat while his s/o is preparing his hole so s/o threatens not to give him their cock/strap.

2. “Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.”

You’re gentle with him. Even when Luppi whines and snaps and hisses at you to go faster, you keep up a slow, careful pace that has his nerves crawling under his skin. You could shove your fingers into him dry and make him squeal just the same, but you use slick every time, and a lot of it. He wouldn’t care if you made it hurt. It’d feel better than being fragile.

Lightly, you rub the pads of your fingertips up the underside of his cock. There’s not enough there to fill your whole hand when it’s close, but every little brush of skin makes his body spasm like it’s been shocked.

When those fingers find the protruding little bump almost at his base, Luppi wheezes. His eyes flutter and roll. The hole between his legs clenches over and over again, and you take that chance to work two lube-slicked fingers inside of him. Hiccuping little gasps tear out of him as you work those fingers deeper, scraping against his squishy walls, squelching lewdly in his own slick. Clawing at the sheets barely helps. His thighs drop open wider as his whole spine goes limp, shuddering at the slow grind inside of himself.

“C-Could you hurry up?” he sputters, even though he knows it’s a bad idea. “This is ta-taking forever. Just stick it in already— I-I’m fine!”

A crook of your fingers inside of him that finds just the right spot makes Luppi squeal. His hips buck helplessly into nothing. You just pinch the head of his cock sweetly between two fingers and rub. His legs lift and tuck up as his head twists back and forth. He’s actually seeing stars.

“Be patient. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.”

Sweetly kissing a tender bit of his inner thigh, you drive a third finger into him. Luppi squeals, kicking helplessly. It feels like his whole body is melting. You could make him come like this so, so easily, but he’s practically drooling for dick, and if you don’t stick something bigger in where your fingers are now, he’s going to die of desperation. Then you’ll feel bad.

“I s-said, hurry up—!” he spits. Hooking one leg around your waist, Luppi pulls you closer. “I don’t care about when you’re ready. It h-hurts! Put it in before I g-get up and, a-and deal with this myself!”

“Behave.” A cruel grind of your fingers against his insides takes Luppi’s breath away. “Fucking is a reward, so shut your mouth and be good.”

The dark look in your eyes sends his instincts spiraling. His body shudders, clenches, and you just force your fingers deeper against the resistance. His skinny chest heaves with frantic breath, so quick and sharp it feels like he’s going to burst. You give his cock a light flick, and although it doesn’t hurt for real, the sting of it makes him yelp. Luppi whimpers, shakes, and twists like a caught piece of prey. You need to pin him down—

“Maybe you’ll be more agreeable after I make you come. Then, I can fuck you while you’re still squirming for me. How does that sound?”

[my-unmanageable-mischief]

Cuddle Puddle for Four

For the lovely anon who requested : Could I request a fic where you’re not feeling well (physically or mentally) so the Marauders come in and snuggle with you in your bed and you’re all very touchy with each other and it’s just very cute. Maybe some wolfstar and James x reader? No rat please!

 Light James Potter x Reader, and light Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Warnings : Insinuated Bipolar disorder and mental health

The moment your classes were done on Friday you retreated to your dorm room, crawling into bed, and burying yourself beneath the covers and letting yourself cry into your pillow. You felt miserable. Your week had started high, you felt like you could do anything. You were doing school work like it was a breeze, laughing, joking and being an all around joy. You were on a wonderful high. But like all good things, it came to an end, suddenly and all at once, and you entered a depressive episode. Everything hurt. Your head, your chest, your body, your soul. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. 

So you stayed in bed all weekend, alternating between looking at the ceiling and staring at the wall, a girl needed variety after all. Friday turned into Saturday and Saturday into Sunday. Your dormmates tried several times to get you to come eat with them; to do something. But you brushed them off, saying you were ill. Lily dutifully brought you food at every meal but it went untouched. You couldn’t eat. All you could do was alternate between crying pathetically and sleeping. 

Finally Monday rolled around and you still didn’t leave your safe haven of a bed. 

“Y/N,” Lily stuck her head into your curtains which had remained shut the entire time, she looked at you worried and you wanted her to stop. You were fine. Or at least you would be, once you were left alone. “Class is starting soon.”

“I am sick, Lily.” You muttered, not looking at her, “Tell them I don’t feel well.” Lily perched herself on the edge of your bed. 

“Alright. But you should try and get up, shower, it might make you feel a bit better.” You knew she was right, Merlin, why did she always have to be right? 

“Okay,” You nodded slightly, “I will,” Maybe. Lily nodded and stood from your bed, shutting your curtains again when she left, and you listened to her leave the room fully before you let out another small sob. 

Down in the common room The Marauders stood waiting for Lily to reappear and when she did James jumped forward, eyes wide with worry. 

“Is she okay? Is she coming to class?” He asked, and Lily shook her head. They had become mates slightly ever since he got over his crush for her and stopped bothering her all the time. 

“She said she’s sick.” Everyone shared a look, knowing what that meant. They all left for lessons for the day, unable to focus as they were worried about you the entire time. 

You continued to lay in bed for some hours before eventually peeling yourself from the sheets. Lily was right, you should shower. You went to the bathroom, turning the water as hot as it would go before getting in. You allowed the burning water to wash over you, even going as far as to shampoo and condition your hair. Lily would be proud. Once done, you changed into a clean pair of sleeping shorts and one of Sirius’s old oversized t-shirts before climbing back into bed, where you remained until the sun set again. Another miserable day gone by. You heard the bedroom door open and footsteps came to your bed, stopping just outside, the curtain was pulled back revealing Lily. 

“Y/N,” She greeted, you nodded your head. 

“Hullo.” 

“The boys said they need you,” You looked slightly nervous as you sat up.

“Is everything okay?” You asked and she shrugged her shoulders. 

“They said it was Marauder business and they need you in their dorm immediately.” She informed you and you sighed. You sat up and she smiled slightly at you, noticing your slightly wet hair and new pajamas. You got out of bed and pulled on a fuzzy pair of socks before going towards the door. Only a Marauders emergency could get you out of your bed at a time like this. 

“I’ll be back,” You muttered before disappearing through the door, Lily let out a sigh, glad the plan had worked. You went down to the common room, not looking at anyone as you went to the boy’s staircase and up to their room. You knocked once on the door before entering. James was sitting on his bed and he grinned widely when he saw you, Sirius was laying on the floor next to Remus who was resting his head on the other boy’s shoulder. 

“Y/N!” James greeted, leaping up.

“Nice shirt,” Sirius stated with a loud laugh. You mustered a small smile and looked around the room.

“Where’s the fire?” 

“No fire.” James admitted, coming to stand in front of you, your face fell. 

“What?” 

“We just wanted to see you, make sure you were alright.” You frowned. They tricked you. 

“I’m fine,” You snapped slightly, but James wasn’t deterred. “I was laying in bed. Fine.” 

“Well you can do that here, too.” He assured, and the other two boys nodded eagerly. You considered your options. Go back to your dorm and lay alone in your own bed, with your own stuff, or you could lay down in James’ bed for a bit, being entertained by the people whom you loved most. 

“Fine,” you sighed, “I’ll stay.” James grinned and took your hands, leading you over to his bed. You sat down and he sat beside you, putting an arm around your shoulder. You pulled the covers up from the foot of his bed, and laid down, wrapping them around you and James. James laid beside you, pulling you close to him. 

“Hey, no fair, I wanna join,” Sirius said, scrambling off the floor and pulling Remus with him. How they planned on doing that was beyond you, it was a twin sized bed for Merlin’s sake. You all stood up momentarily, trying to figure out this puzzle. Eventually Sirius laid down, allowing Remus to lay across his body, James plopping down next to Sirius before pulling you on top of him. You chuckled softly and pulled the blanket over all of you, snuggling into James’ chest and wrapping an arm around Remus who hugged you back. You were a mess of limbs in the tiny bed. James wrapped both his arms around you, one hand rubbing your back as the other one played with your hair. Remus held your one hand and Sirius clung to the other, his free arm wrapped around Remus. 

“We need to pull another prank soon, people are gonna think we went soft.” Sirius was the first to break the comfortable silence. 

“No one is gonna think you lot went soft.” You chuckled. 

“If they saw this, they would.” Remus snickered and you giggled. James and Sirius both frowned. 

“We’re not soft!” James argued. You made like you were going to get up, smirking.

“Then we better stop cuddling,”

“NO!” He cried out, pulling you back down into him, pushing your head onto his chest before dropping a kiss onto the top of your head. “You’re not going anywhere.” You smiled to yourself and yawned. 

“But I’m sleepy.” You whined.

“So sleep.” James mocked you, whining back. 

“Here?” You asked, slightly surprised. 

“Course, you’ve been hiding from us for three days now, you’re not leaving my sight.” You smiled and nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck, planting a small kiss there. 

“You’re the best, all of you.” 

“I know,” Sirius grinned, reaching out to pat you on the head. 

“You’re the best, dear.” Remus corrected, looking at you with warm eyes. 

“Shucks, Remmy, you’ll make me blush.” You smiled.

“Of course, don’t tell the others but you’re my favorite.” James scoffed and Sirius frowned. 

“I thought I was your favorite!” 

“No, you’re the biggest pain in the arse,” He corrected him. 

“And I’m the prettiest,” James decided, batting his eyelashes.

“And Remmy is the nicest.” You added, yawning again. James pulled the blankets tighter around you all, kissing your head again. 

“Go to bed, love.” He murmured against your hair, and you yawned once more, letting your eyes fall shut. 

“Only because you asked so kindly, Jamie.” 

“I love when you call me that.” He smiled, resting his head on Sirius’s shoulder, who turned his head to kiss James on the side of his head before turning to kiss Remus on the top of his. 

“Oi, Y/N, come ‘ere. Can’t reach you. Get your kiss goodnight.” You scoot over in the bed, craning your neck so Sirius could kiss you on the cheek before collapsing back into James. 

“Goodnight, love you all.” You whispered. 

“Love you too,” James murmured. Remus took your hand again and squeezed it tightly. 

“I love you.” He stated. 

“I love you all more,” Sirius grinned causing everyone to giggle. You were happy, for the first time in days. You drifted off into the most restful sleep you have ever had, listening to James’ heart beating beneath you. You had no idea how you got so bloody lucky, to be surrounded by the people you loved, who loved you back entirely and fiercely. You all slept like that, in one big pile of cuddling. Arms around each other, faces nuzzled into necks and crooks, legs tangled. You were the luckiest girl in the entire world.