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kikyoupdates · 11 months ago

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Otherworldly Attraction ⭑˚🔮⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

yandere!jjk x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.

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What the actual fuck.

You blink, absolutely dumbfounded. There’s some kind of grotesque, insect-like creature in front of you, buzzing obnoxiously as it flaps its wings. It bears the appearance of a fly, at least somewhat, but it’s much bigger than a normal fly, and its face looks like it came straight out of a low-budget horror movie.

The point is, it’s not normal. It's not the kind of thing you’ve ever seen before. At the very least, not in real life.

And yet, you’re the only one who seems to notice it.

“...I keep telling you, it’s weird,” a girl mumbles, scratching her neck impatiently. “I can’t get rid of it. There’s this chill that follows me around no matter where I go, and my shoulders feel weirdly heavy lately. I even went to a chiropractor to see if it would help. I feel so gross these days.”

The fly-like creature is hovering closely above the girl, a disturbing smile plastered across its already unattractive face. It’s literally right next to her, and not only her, but the other girls that are gathered around. They’re all just talking like nothing’s even going on. Completely blind to the abnormal presence that lurks nearby.

You’re the only one who can see that yucky-looking thing. How does that make any sense? How is it even possible for something like that to exist in real life?

Actually… where are you right now?

Once again, you blink. Something utterly strange is happening. The last thing you remember is going to bed, in your perfectly ordinary bedroom, so how in the world did you wake up in the middle of what appears to be a field?

You’re at a school, by the looks of things. But certainly not the school you’re used to attending. It seems like you’re even wearing some unfamiliar uniform, and it would make sense for this to be a dream, but by all accounts, it’s way too realistic.

Pinching your cheek doesn’t help. The scenery refuses to change, and sure enough, the creature is still hanging above that girl. It even lets out a shrill, high-pitched laugh (which she of course doesn’t hear), almost as if it’s taunting her.

You’re not sure what you should be doing right now. This is all one hell of a mindfuck, if you’re being honest. But that creature can’t be good news, and even though you’re admittedly pretty scared, it seems like you’re the only one who can see it. You’re the only one who even realizes it’s here.

Swallowing your apprehension, you take a deep breath and approach.

“Excuse me…?”

You call out to the group of girls. There’s no easy way to break this to them. How do you bring up the fact that there’s some weird creature in the vicinity? If they can’t see it, there’s no reason they’ll even believe you. They’ll probably just think you’re crazy or something.

As it so happens, though, you aren’t required to recount some absurd, seemingly nonsensical tale.

You’ve barely taken two steps forward when all of a sudden, the creature sharply turns its head in your direction.

And then it screams.

Just like its laugh, the sound is high-pitched and wholly unpleasant. You’re not even sure what prompted that kind of reaction, since it seemed pretty chill up until this point, but now, it’s trembling like a leaf in the wind.

You’re worried that you might have triggered it somehow, and that it’s going to attack you, but that doesn’t happen either. It turns out that the scream it just let out wasn’t one of aggression, but rather, fear.

So, it flies off before you can get any closer, and the girl who was complaining until just a few moments ago suddenly blinks, expression brightening.

“Whoa, wait,” she mumbles in disbelief. “It’s… it’s gone. I think I feel better now. No way. It’s actually gone! I thought it would never end!”

“Are you sure it wasn’t just all in your head?” one of the other girls frowns, visibly unconvinced. She then turns towards you. “Oh. Sorry, were you talking to us just now? I didn’t really hear what you said.”

“Uh.”

You’re not sure what to say. The whole reason you came over was so you could warn them about that weird creature, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. It screamed right as it saw your face—which is kind of offensive, honestly—and then it flew off like no one’s business.

A bit hesitant, you try asking, “Sorry if this sounds weird, but where are we right now?”

Now it’s their turn to look dumbfounded. You can only imagine how visceral their reaction would have been if you’d actually brought up the weird fly creature.

“What do you mean where are we? We’re… at school, where else?”

The girl gestures all around her, as if it should be obvious. Granted, you deduced as much, but that wasn’t really what you were asking. All of this is just so ridiculous. How in the world does a person manage to go to sleep in their own room and wake up someplace they’ve never been before?

The group decides to walk away, probably because you weirded them out with your stupid question, and you can even hear them whispering amongst themselves.

“Why’d she even ask that all of a sudden…?”

“I don’t know. She transferred here just recently, right? Maybe she’s still getting used to things. It was kind of weird, though.”

They keep talking about it as they leave, probably not realizing you can still hear them. Whatever. You’ve got bigger fish to fry right now. As things stand, you woke up god-knows-where, and you just saw some freakish creature a second ago, so you’re starting to worry that you might be going insane.

The only explanation is that this has to be some kind of dream. A lucid dream, perhaps? That’s what they call these kinds of things, right?

This is way too freaky, though. Can I make myself wake up? I really don’t like this. It gives me the creeps.

You desperately try to force yourself awake, but regretfully, it doesn’t work. And you’re not even given much time to speculate on the issue any further.

A soccer ball comes flying at you and hits you right in the face.

It hurts. It hurts like fucking hell. In fact, it hurts so much that you’re knocked flat onto your back, groaning as you cradle your poor nose, which feels like it’s just been split open.

“...holy shit, are you okay?!”

You can hear a student running towards you, but since you’re lying on your back convinced you’re about to die, you don’t pay it much mind. The immense amount of pain you’re feeling is absurd. Even for a lucid dream, isn’t this too much?

However, things are only about to get weirder.

Like way, way weirder.

“I’m so sorry!” the same student apologizes. It’s a boy, by the sounds of it, and you hear him drop to his knees beside you. “I swear I wasn’t even trying to kick the ball that hard! I barely even used any force!”

From afar, another student chimes in. “Even when you hold back, you’re way too strong, Itadori! Is she dead? You killed her, didn’t you?”

Did he just say… Itadori?

For just a moment, the pain subsides, and clarity overtakes your features. You manage to squint your eyes open and find a boy staring down at you. A boy with bright brown eyes, and spiky pink hair styled in an undercut.

A boy that you’ve most definitely seen before.

Your jaw drops open. There’s just no way. This is… Itadori Yuji? The protagonist of Jujutsu Kaisen? A fictional series, which, by definition, means he doesn’t actually exist?

Yet here he is, fussing over you and looking immeasurably guilty for having just kicked a soccer ball in your face. And even though you keep trying to tell yourself that this is a dream, it’s getting harder and harder to deny. The sensations you feel—the pain, the confusion, and the excited fluttering in your chest—are impossible to ignore.

It all makes sense now. That weird creature you saw earlier was a cursed spirit. That explains why those girls didn’t even notice it. Ordinary humans normally can’t perceive curses. Most of the time, they’re completely unaware of their existence.

You realize how utterly absurd this is. People don’t just wake up and find themselves sucked into their favorite anime. No matter how badly some fans might wish for it, this kind of thing just doesn’t happen.

Or at least, it’s not supposed to.

“Wait, your—your nose is bleeding!” Itadori exclaims. “I need to get you to the infirmary! Can you walk? Or should I carry you?”

He appears frantic, which of course he is, since he’s a good guy. He’s the kind of guy who always cares about others. A guy with a big heart, a friendly demeanor, and a penchant for justice. Truly, the perfect protagonist.

…so, is this seriously happening right now?

“I-I’m fine,” you try to insist. “I just… need a moment. And then I’ll be okay.”

Itadori seems entirely unconvinced, so you suspect your nose is probably bleeding even more than you fear. Right now, you honestly couldn’t care less, though. Your heart is pounding relentlessly. The excitement and awe you feel can’t even be put into words.

“I’ll take you to the infirmary,” Itadori says again. He resists the urge to outright pick you up into his arms, and after a moment’s pause, he offers you his hand instead. “Here. Try standing up. If not, I’ll carry you there, okay?”

It’s difficult just to form a response. You’re overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of his presence. The fact that you’re face to face with someone you never thought you’d be able to see in person, let alone speak to.

But even if it seems hard to believe, even if it makes you want to question your sanity, this is real. This is actually happening.

And so, you take his hand—changing the course of your life as you know it.

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aninipanin1 · 5 months ago

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MY BUMBLEBEE

Notes: Nothing just pure fluff and a lil jealousy, This is Miss Manager Junior btw:> And I got this idea from MemeSuga01's book titler "Blue Lock Specials" Special 18 in Wattpad! Please check out their books and account. They make really good stories!

"Bachira-san-"

"Y/N!!!!"

You were tackled with a hug that almost knocked the wind out of you. There were times like these where you remembered that Bachira was like the rest of the players in the facility, absolutely tall and built.

"Um...hi, how may I help you..?"

"Nothing! I just wanted to hug you!! You don't visit our stratum much anymore hmp!!"

He pouted, arms still around your neck as he happily cheered and tattled whatever was in his mind away. Seeing the excited look in Bachira's eyes made you quite happy and a bit guilty if you were to interrupt with whatever he was saying, so you nodded your head at whatever he was saying, even if it does not make sense at times.

As he talked, arms still around you, you started to let your eyes wonder about his features. You never noticed it, but the yellow in his hair was really bright and matched his pretty eyes. You think deep down that everyone has really pretty eyes, but the ones in the Blue Lock's facility take the cake, the variety of colors are all comparable to literal gems.

Bachira's looked like one of an amber, one preserved after so many years because of its shine and beauty. But it's not just beautiful but resilient as well, surviving whatever weather, temperature or disaster may occur around it. And it's not that far from Bachira's own story.

As you thought deeper, you then noticed how the black part of his hair mixed well with his yellow hair and eyes. He looks like a honeybee! Or even a-

"Bumblebee..." You ditzily whispered, not knowing you said it outloud, and unfortunately for you, Bachira heard it too.

"Eh? What did you say, Y/n-chan?" He tilted his head, his arms loosening a bit around your neck. Your ears and cheeks immediately flushed in embarrassment thay you said something so embarrassing out loud without a thought.

'Stupid Y/n...'

"Aww cmon Y/n-chan! What was it?"

"I..I said...you looked like a honeybee...I mean...I think you look closer to a bumblebee because of your personality! And because bumblebees are so chubby and cute and-" you covered your mouth, catching yourself talking too much again. There were moments like these where you would forget that you were talking to someone and you needed to filter out your words, and would instead talk their ears off with your unfiltered thoughts.

But, instead of being mad like you thought, Bachira's cheeks turned really pink before he hugged you even tighter than before.

"Aww Y/n-chan!! You're so cuteeee!! I like that nickname so much! I like it!" He cheered, jumping around as his arms were still around you making you a bit dizzy, before blinking at his words.

"Really? You don't mind I called you bumblebee?"

"Nope! I like it! Say, say, do you have nicknames like that for the others?" He asked, his smile still wide and the same but his eyes held some sort of hidden agenda. And he desperately wished that you only had a nickname for him and no one else.

"Uh nope! It just came out of me...!"

With that answer, his eyes became even brighter. He felt really special that you called him that, especially since bumblebee sounded so cute in his ears, giving him tingles on his heart.

"Sooo can you start calling me Bumblebee instead of Bachira-san?" He said excitedly, and you, being so oblivious at his hidden agenda immediately nodded at the idea. After all, you liked cute things and cute nicknames to your friends made you so happy and satisfied.

"Okay! You're my bumblebee from now on, Bachira-san!"

"Yay! I'm your bumblebee!!"

What you did not expect however was the reaction that the supposed innocent and cute nickname you gave the yellow and brown-haired striker.

You currently joined the boys in eating their lunch. Every Sunday, all the boys would share a cafeteria to eat lunch together for the sanitization of the other's they use everyday and for better bonding moments too (althoug Ego hides the latter reason). Picking your food tray, you tried to find a good spot to sit and enjoy your food. As always most of the tables had a vacant seat (which most would leave open in hopes you'd choose their table and sit with them).

But, before you can find a seat, you found Bachira entering the cafeteria and him being him, immediately ran to you and greeted you. He looked to be happier than he usually is, and he was. Deep down, Bachira was quite happy and flustered at the nickname you gave him. Even if a few hours had passed and training had done and went, he still could not keep it off his mind.

He really liked the way your tongue said his name, but the tone, the sheepish mutter of the word "bumblebee," calling to him and him alone made him feel so jittery and excited in a different way that he ever felt before.

"Hi Y/n-chan!!"

"Hi Bachira-san! Are you going to eat yet?"

"Awww...why did you call me that?"

He pouted at you, a little disappointed that you did not call him the nickname you gave him. Mostly because he really did like it and wanted you to call him that always, but also because he knew that the rest of the boys were listening and wanted you to call him thay in front of them to indirectly tell them that he was really special to you.

Tilting your head, you were a little confused as to what he was talking about until you remembered the conversation you had with him earlier. Your eyes brightened at the memory and looked a bit apologetic for forgeting.

"Oh, I forgot...'m so sorry, Bachira-san- I mean, my bumblebee!"

Crickets and silence.

That was all that was heard in the cafeteria the moment you called Bachira the nickname. The conviction and softness in your voice when you called him along with the sweet meaning that the nickname held, with the addition of the 'my' in the beginning made it feel so personal and possessive.

It can even be a nickname one gives to their significant other. And that did not sit right with them.

"Eh..? Did I say something wrong?" You wondered as you sat beside Bachira in the large table most of your friends sat in, yes even people like Rin, Barou and Kunigami who didn't think they were 'friends.'

"No fair, why does he get a nickname, while I don't Y/n-chan?" Nagi said from the other side of your chair as he rested his head on your shoulder, looking up at you with his sleepy eyes that held some sort of hidden conviction and annoyance.

"Yeah, Nagi's right, Y/n-chan! I want a nickname too!" Hiori raised his hand.

"Me too! Me too!" Kurona pitched softly.

"When did you even start calling Bachira that, Y/n-chan?" Isagi asked, feeling the familiar green face of jealousy. The question made you smile softly, because you thought that the nickname was just for friends, finding it absolutely adorable.

"I was talking with Bachira-san earlier this morning, and I kinda uttered how he looked like a bumblebee because bumblebees are so cute, fuzzy and chubby and his personality feels like one! So we agreed his nickname from me will be bumblebee from now on. Isn't it cute?" The happy and satisfied look in your face lessened the annoyance they felt to the brunette striker who just ate happily beside you.

"Yeah, cute." Rin said, his tone hid a sassy and annoyed tone.

"Can I still get a nickname, Y/n-chan?" Nagi asked, his stubbornness shining through at such a trivial thing. But to him, it was less than trivial. He wanted a personalize nickname from you, one that felt special to him especially because it was coming from you.

"Eh really? Um okay...uh you can be Ice Bear from We Bare Bears! You remind me of him, Nagi-san!" You offered with a bright smile. Finding his snow white hair, tall build and lazy personality mirroring the cute bear character.

Nagi seemee satisfied enough with the nickname, finding it endearing, but most especially because it came from you.

"Yay...I'm your Ice Bear."

Everyone else frowned at that, even Bachira who wanted to be the only one who had a nickname. But, hey he was not selfish like thay so he just continued eating.

And with that, the rest of the guys on the table started to ask you for nicknames too. But instead of feeling overwhelmed, you felt so happy and excited in giving them the silliest and cutest nicknames your mind can think of. You feel like your inner kid (that you lack) was brought out by the moment, and well, you loved your friends so you were more than happy to give each of them a nickname!

"Um...Rin-san can be Keroppi...!"

The rest of the boys laughed at the comparison between Keroppi and Rin.

"Rin-chan is not cute at all like Keroppi!" Bachira laughed as the rest agreed, pissing Rin off.

"Hmm, I don't know why I called Rin-san Keroppi, but it just sounds right to me! My Keroppi!" At the final sentence, Rin's full cheeks from his food turned red in a snap, almost choking on his food due to being so flustered and shocked at the nickname.

"Um, and this is ashi which means leg!"

You were currently holding a newspaper that Loki tried reading and explained what some of the worrd meant, since he was curious. But to your suprise, all the foreign players crowded next to you to listen to the explanation. Sure, they were not really thay ready to learn another language altogether, but they were curious and spending time with you at the same time was not exactly a bad combo.

On the field sat Lorenzo, Ness, Charles, Loki and Kaiser around you as you pointed at the words that was foreign to all of them as you slowly explained each of the symbol and what it meant. They were listening, well until Rin entered the field to look for you. And well, you made a mistake in acknowledging him in the new nickname you gave to them infront of the foreign players.

"Oh um sorry, my Keroppi! I'll start doing the laundry later!" As if clockwork anytime you used that word, Rin turned a bright red before leaving the field to try and cool off and try to find a way to not get flustered like a damn fuse everytime you use that nickname.

But, the rest of the players noticed the rather cute nickname and well, they were less than pleased and more envious.

"Ehhh why does Rin-Rin have a cute nickname from you but I don't? Y/n-chaaannn please give me one too!!" Charles said as he clung to your arm.

"Eh..?"

"I agree with the kid, Y/n." Michael said with a smirk. You felt like a trapped mouse under the expecting gaze of the players. Loki noticed this and sighed before hitting Charles's head which made the midfielder let out an 'ow.'

"Don't harass her, you fools. If she wants, she'll give us one. Geez."

"Uh thank you, Loki-san. But it's really fine! I'll give you guys nicknames too!" You started to think for one as they all watched you, then you looked at Charles and fangs when a genius strike hit your head.

"Charles-san can be Meowth from Pokemon!"

"Yey! I'm fine with that! Thank you, Y/n-chan!"

He said as he hugged you even tighter which just made you smile, but when you turned to Kaiser, you remembered a memory about the time Isagi was ranting to you about Kaiser.

"Yeah, and he even has that annoying rat-hair! I hate him SO much, Y/n-chan!"

The word rat repeated in your head, and a character appeared in your head, but before you can filter your thoughts into words, you said what you thought out loud.

"Jaq-jaq from Cinderella."

And well, the entire field ended up in laughter. Loud and hard laughter. Even Ness could not help the chuckle that left his mouth, remembering the familiar mouse character.

And well, that pissed Kaiser a bit. Which made you panic a bit.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Kaiser-san! I just remember Isagi-san calling you a rat and well...it ran in my mind..."

"HAHAHHAA IT FITS! HOLY SHIT IT FITS!" Lorenzo laughed and hugged his stomach which made Kaiser even angrier.

"Shut up! You are more of a rat than I am!"

"I'm sorry! Pfftt-" Loki said as he continued laughing, meanwhile Charles had tears in his eyes from laughter. Was it just from the nickname? Or even from the way you said it with such seriousness and conviction that made them laugh?

"Ehhh 'm so sorry, Kaiser-san..." you said, animated tears running down your face because, well an angry Kaiser was a scary Kaiser.

"Its fine, dear...but if just some of you will shut up!" He said with pointed looks at Lorenzo and Charles.

In the end, you settled with Kaiser being Cinnamoroll in your eyes. Finding his aesthetic and his hair color similar to the color scheme of the cute character.

ADDITIONAL TIME!

BLUE LOCK TV COMMENT SECTION:

User01: Awww but Kaiser fits the first nickname better🥺

Reply:

-> user02: right?! My favourite part of today's episode AHAHHAHA

User03: I want more behind the scenes moment wth?! Cmon editors and directors! I wanna see more of these moments lmao

User04: I don't think the Blue Lockers themselves, the directors and even the editors can deny that theyre all whipped for Miss Manager

-> User06: I super agree! Like, anyone with eyes can see that Miss Manager built herself a reverse harem in that place

User05: Nagi as Ice Bear is actually a really good nickname for him, but the Keroppi with Rin took me out for a bit LMAO maybe his behind the scenes personality is a bit more different to be guaranteed that nickname?

LMAO THIS ONE TOOK ME OUT but like help me out here, I wanna use these nicknames in the futhre so please do comment what you think the nicknames for the other Blue Lock players can be because I legit ran out of brainjuice just to think about it. But also, in the future Additional times I wiuld be putting the Blue Lock TV commment section buuut as a twist, I would be using some of my followers' username (if thats fine with you guys huhu) as the usernames, it would be used as some sort of shoutout and all, but also as a small thank you for all of you!

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

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lijojo · 2 years ago

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genshin sugar daddies: leaving hickeys on you

premise: you have seven sugar daddies: one for each day of the week. it’s a bit overwhelming, but you try you’re best to keep each relationship relatively independent from the other. that means no hickeys. except, well, each one of them wants to make you theirs exclusively and they’re not above marking you secretly to send a message to tomorrow’s person. (yandere! possessive! genshin reverse harem x reader) (modern au!)

*if you want more yandere genshin sugar daddy content the introduction is here but this can be a standalone read!

tags: nsfw, dark content, afab reader, fingering, dirty-talk, unprotected sex, dub-con, smut smut smut smut smut

diluc is no stranger to jealousy. you can sense it in the way his eyes constantly beckon for yours. the way he grips tightly onto your waist. he never asks anything more than your gaze on monday evenings. they have to be on him. always. not for a second more are you allowed to look at anything else but him. he’s greedy, always pulling you to look at him once more. naturally, his gaze is always on you.

you feel it drag up and down your back. crawl into the little dip in your neckline to see what’s underneath your clothes.

so the one time, the one time, kaeya’s crafty attempts to leave hickeys on your folds and inner thighs in the midst of eating you out, diluc catches it.

he sees it the moment he peels off your panties. what should’ve been a slow sequence of him sinking his tongue into your pussy is immediately halted at the sight of a very small but noticeable bruise in the juncture between your thighs and your labia minora.

kaeya’s warning.

the change in his demeanor is undeniable. his heavy gaze flits over to your face. intentful. unaware of the hickey, you’re understandably confused.

if diluc’s seen something, he doesn’t tell you. instead, he internalizes the sight. it’s a warning and a challenge.

mine.

he’s quick to grab onto your wrists and pin them above your head. before you can brace yourself, he’s slipped a finger inside you. you gasp at the sudden intrusion, but welcome him as he curls his finger towards him, gently brushing against that spongy spot that leaves you breathless.

he chuckles lightly as you roll your eyes back. his thumb presses on your clit, nudging it side to side. “you’re soaking wet,” he mutters, sliding another two fingers inside you. “all for me?”

your hold on the sheets tightens.

he leans closer to your ear. “i can’t wait to smear the remnants of your orgasm on my cock. make it slick enough to slip inside you. make you feel good. we want my darling to feel really good, right?”

you hiss when he starts thrusting his fingers into you at rapid speed. desperate. eager to make you spill your affection onto his hands.

“that wasn’t a rhetorical question, sweetheart.”

you can’t help the moan that leaves you as you approach your climax. “y-yes! yes—ah—diluc!”

his grin looks so unlike him. his thumb starts to draw circles on your clit, going quicker and quicker the more you squirm and moan.

“cum on me. do it for me, princess. cum all over my hand. give me all your everything.”

you can barely understand the undertone in his words. instead, you reach your high. your orgasm pours out of you, onto his beckoning fingers. and instead of letting you go, he continues mercilessly until your left whining for him to stop.

and he does. eventually. he slowly pulls his digits out of your crying cunt. he collects the droplets that trickle out of your lower lips and let’s it drip onto his twitching dick. he runs his hands along his shaft, letting out a shaky groan.

“look how pretty you’ve made me. this is all you, darling.”

he fucks you like it’s he’ll die if he doesn’t. blinded by the mixture of pain and pleasure, you close your eyes and submit to the feeling of overwhelming bliss.

you’re so overwhelmed, that you don’t register how he’s kissing your neck like a man on a mission.

დ

the two of you are in the middle of a normal tuesday brunch when childe sees it. when you turn to accept the menu from the waiter, he can see the slightest marks that you couldn’t hide, even with the most expensive foundation.

you curse internally when you see his eyes narrow in on you. you should’ve known better than to ever believe that diluc would ever follow one of your only rules: no hickeys.

and now childe, notoriously competitive, will feel compelled to have his fill.

you should’ve worn a scarf.

you thought that the position of the hickey, and the slight fadedness your foundation was barely able to provide would’ve been enough. you were wrong.

like a built-in reflex, you smile. “what’s the matter? is there something wrong?”

he gives you a smile, an all-knowing smile as he takes the menu from you. “nothing is wrong at all, girlie. i’m just admiring that new necklace i bought you.”

you’re good at pretending nothing’s wrong, so you fiddle the crystals with your hand. “i love the way it shimmers,” you add, “i love how sparkly you’ve made me.”

if you’ve done anything to settle his displeasure, he doesn’t show it. instead, he averts his eyes to the menu. you know better than to believe that nothing bad will come out tonight.

for the rest of the night, he engages in small talk with you. about the weather. a new store that’s just opened up. some story about some poor guy who borrowed more money than he could ever give back. the thought makes you tighten your grip on your fork.

when you get back to his penthouse, he’s quick to strip you of your luxurious gown and all of it’s accompanied gold accents. when you reach to take off the necklace that decorates your neck, he stops you.

“keep it on,” he whispers, his hand crawling up your thigh to grip your ass. “wanna fuck you looking so pretty in my jewelry. wanna make you shine with sweat as pretty as those gems.”

“oh really?” you retort, sliding your hand between the two of your bodies and cupping his sex. he groans as you run your fingertips down his groin. “wanna make me shine with your cum?”

“yes,” he gasps. in the heat of the moment, his eyes catches the faint outline of diluc’s mark just below your jaw. overtaken by some primal instinct, he presses your waist against him. “you’re letting all those side-fucks give you hickeys?”

his words almost make you want to freeze. but you’re quick to resume back to normal, to pretend that those words don’t phase you. that you don’t hear the implications in the undertones of his voice.

it’s worse if you tell him it was unintentional.

“it’s a new development.” you tug at his hair as he digs his face into the crook of your neck. “you get only one.”

you need to have the upper hand. in a sea of seven men who are constantly demanding things from you, you have to take what you’re dealt with and do something before they overtake you.

he grins. “you’re such a tease. which motherfucker left this on you?”

you know better than to tell him. everyone knows that there’s seven who you’re regularly seeing. but they don’t know the names—not the order. you know better than to give names. these men are as powerful as they are rich, you wouldn’t do anything that’d upset the city’s dynamics.

so you avoid the question, like you’ve always done.

“i can think of better ways you can use that mouth, other than asking silly questions.”

his brow twitches, but he doesn’t do anything else to push you. instead, he smiles into your neck. “only one?”

“only one,” you confirm.

he doesn’t hesitate to take off your necklace. his hands dive to the back of your neck to unclip it and toss it to the side. you let out a yelp in surprise when it clangs onto the coffee table.

“i’ll buy you a better one,” he says in-between open-mouthed kisses on your jawline. “fuck, i’ll buy you a thousand more.”

he sinks down to your collarbone. “’been dreaming of this. my girl, my pretty, pretty girl, wearing reminders of me.”

♡

the two of you are in the comfort of kazuha’s home. wednesdays are reserved for writing, and like always, you’re pinned under his watchful gaze while he writes his thoughts away in his notebook.

with every few scrawls, he peeks over the paper to steal glances at you. you hum, pretending to be blissfully aware. you’re just here as his muse.

as of this moment, you snuggle into your comfortable place in the back of his study, leaning against the window that expands to his backyard that oversees the sunrise and sunset. your own notebook rests on your thighs, your knees pressed close enough to your chest to allow you to write smoothly. kazuha sits across from you, his feet sometimes brushing against yours. if you laid your legs out straight, no doubt that the balls of your feet would meet his waist.

he keeps stealing glances at you. has been for the past hour. no matter how much you try to focus on your own poems, you can’t brush away the feeling of being watched.

his eyes are impeccable, and can spot the marks that occasionally peak underneath your scarf when you move a certain away.

“you let them mark you?” he asks out of the blue. not accusatorily, per se, but you can detect the edge in his voice.

the corners of your lips perk unnaturally. the moment you’d been dreading since you woke up had arrived. you let your eyes soften, as if it could soothe kazuha by any means. with a gentle hand, you reach out to softly grasp his hand that tightens around the edge of his notebook. it’s something he accepts readily, enveloping your hand with his.

“i was meaning to talk to you about this, kazu,” you say tenderly. “it’s just something i’m trying out. everyone gets one. see if everyone’s okay with it.”

kazuha doesn’t say anything. his gaze is fixated on your intertwined hands. “my love, they mark your skin like animals.”

you smile like it’s no trouble. because that’s what you need him to believe. you feel like kazuha’s a loose thread. tug him in the wrong direction, the wrong idea, and he’ll undo the entire sweater.

“it’s only going to be seven,” you reply, trying to lessen the tension.

“it’s better if there’s just one,” he retorts gingerly. “they aren’t gentle at all, are they?”

you don’t like the way his eyes sweep over your entire figure. you hold back a shudder, feeling as if a ghost had just passed through you.

“they are,” you mumble, although you can hardly say it’s true. “don’t you worry kazu, i can handle myself.”

your line of sight flits back to your intertwined hands; he lets go, instead running the pads of his fingers down the back of your hands before settling on your wrist. his hold is firm. it’s not tight enough to cause you pain, but not gentle enough to let you pull away.

“i’m sure you do, love,” he mutters. but the way he says it makes it seem as if he doesn’t believe you.

his eyes connect with yours intently.

the rustle of your clothes shuffling echoes through the quiet study as he pulls your wrist towards his mouth. in doing so, you’re forced to lean forward. his eyes never leave you, not when he presses a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“they just want you for your body,” he says, more to himself than you. “they don’t love you at all. everything would be so much better if you just dropped them. let me take care of it. take care of it all.”

you don’t say anything back. he doesn’t want you to. and even if you did, it wouldn’t be something he’d want to hear. you have bills to pay. you have enemies a wealthy poet wouldn’t be able to defend you from on his own.

his tongue slides out of his mouth to lick a long strip up your wrist, all while looking at you. he presses open-mouthed kisses in the same spot, sucking and nibbling with purpose. in-between kisses, his tongue draws letters on the expanse of your skin in a sentence you’ve begun to fear.

A L L M I N E

დ

when spring comes, tighnari will sometimes give you hickeys. he’ll do it in the heat of the moment in a passionate rut. he can’t think of anything else but you. how perfect you are for him. how beautiful. how you belong to him.

while he drives his cock into you the only way he knows how, his lips will find their place in the crook of your neck. on the curve of your breasts. on the plush of your thighs. he’ll kiss you like you’re his air.

he’ll whimper into your skin. in that moment, you’re powerless to stop him. his pace is godspeed, pummeling into you like you’re his lifeline. driven to leave his white reminders of his love and devotion into your aching pussy. you can barely hold yourself up steadily. your fingers tremble. overcome with an insurmountable high, you can’t push him away as he leaves hickeys all over your body.

it’s not to send a message to everyone, per se, but to express the feelings he’d been keeping pent up during autumn, winter, and summer. the overwhelming infatuation and adoration he feels for you.

his pension for leaving nonstop hickeys on you starts to settle on the fourth day. and by the end of the week-long rut, they’ve faded just enough that you can cover it up with foundation and expensive jewelry.

but when he’s not blinded by his sexual desperation during the spring, it’s a different story.

it’s a perfectly fine thursday mid-afternoon in the comfort of tighnari’s study when he sees it.

he catches a glimpse of kazuha’s kiss on your wrist when you pass a cup of tea to him. your sleeves ride up just a bit under the beaming sun. you notice too, and are quick to pull back. but it’s too late. the moment he’s set down the cup he’s grabbing onto your wrist and pulling back the sleeve. “what’s this?”

you’re tempted to let out a breath of relief that he didn’t notice the hickey that barely rested on the edge of your collar. when you donned on the turtleneck sweater, you feared that he’d notice it if it slipped down and grow even more livid.

just play it off. pretend. if you’re lucky, by the end of this week, you’ll end up with only six hickeys.

“oh, i must’ve bumped into something.”

tighnari scowls. “this doesn’t seem like an ordinary bruise. how’d you get it?”

you’re scrambling for a believable response. “i was leaning back onto the counter and didn’t realize the corner was there.”

he chuckles. “clumsy you.” his forefinger inches up the slightest bit to press on it.

you wince. subsequently, your entire body tenses. this isn’t like those times where you can lie sweetly to him whenever he asks for you to stay for good. this isn’t like one of those times you can charm your way out of a situation. the way he looks at you is knowing. feral.

“i wasn’t born yesterday, love,” he hisses. “i know a hickey when i see one, especially when i leave them on you every spring.”

the way he kisses you after is rougher than usual. desperate. needy. aggressive. he presses into you, his tail wagging tentatively. he brings your arms to wrap around his neck. his tongue caresses your own, exploring your mouth like it’s a new discovery. a new treasure trove.

he whimpers into the kiss, his little squeaks and moans muffled by his need to devour you.

you close your eyes and let yourself get swept up with the pacing. to get distracted by him. you hardly register the time pass before the two of you are naked, your clothes strewn across the floor in his bedroom.

your back is pressed against his chest, your ass hugging his dick while he slides his hand down the valley between your breasts, stopping to pinch your nipple until it hardens. his other hand is left to its own devices, settling on your waist.

his fingers find themselves in the comfort of your pussy. he whimpers at how amazing you feel around his fingertips. how every time he pulls in and out, there’s squelching noises that almost overtake his little whines and yelps. every time he pushes his fingers back in, your ass presses a little closer to his dick.

he moans like you’re the one pleasuring him. like he’s on the cusp of euphoria, only silencing himself to press open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder.

“it’s m-my turn,” he says in-between whines. “m-my pretty l-little pet.”

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when alhaitham gets home after a long week of working, all he wants to do is relax in warmth of your embrace. friday is his reward.

he eats dinner as always, asking you questions in-between bites while delivering long stares that still make you feel like you’re being researched. but this week, instead of insisting you two spend quality time together reading on the couch, he coaxes you into the bedroom.

he groans into the kiss, pressing you to the wall as he helps you out of your clothes. but when he opens his eyes to admire your body, he doesn’t like what he sees.

he lets out an unamused chuckle. his hand brushes over your shoulder. “what’s this?”

you try to speak, but he cuts you off with another kiss. when you gasp in surprise, his tongue dives into your mouth.

he leaves you breathless; his pace is rough, almost angry.

“what a bad girl you are,” he seethes, “letting all those bastards touch you like that? bruise your pretty, pretty skin?”

he doesn’t let you talk. he envelops your opportunity to reply with his relentless kisses. he presses harder into your mouth, your teeth almost gnashing together. it’s almost painful, as if he wished to bind you two together.

“every friday is my solace, my holiday, didn’t you know?”

you gasp for air. “i-”

“i’m not done yet.” he brings his lips to yours for another hungry kiss. “every week i work so hard so i can see you, cherish you, and this is how you repay me? i thought you were my good girl.”

he chuckles darkly. “but you’re just a bad apple, aren’t you? i’ll have to fix that.”

he continues to kiss you. to ravish you with his mouth. he swallows your moans, his hands eagerly exploring your body like it’s his first time. and like always, his hands find their place on your chest.

“i’ve always loved your breasts: the way they curve, the way they sway so sweetly every time you arch your back for me, how your nipples perk up with every caress of mine.” he flicks one and you yelp.

“those imbeciles really have no intelligence at all.” he licks a long stripe in-between the valley of your breasts. “your body is a canvas.”

his eyes connect with yours, beckoning your gaze. a silent connection, a guarantee that you’re looking at him. at what he’s doing. at what he’s making you feel.

he stares at you attentively, and once again you feel like you’re being studied. every gasp that comes from your lips. every twitch of your brows. every time your eyelids flutter is under his watchful gaze like it’s the only thing his sight is for. like he’s a scientist researching the cure to his very own hunger.

his lips find purchase just on the edge of your areola, sucking intently. “to mark you is a form of art.”

he relishes in the way you shudder. but he needs more.

with one hand on your waist, his other comes up to fondle your other breast, craving for more reaction.

“only idiots wouldn’t be able to realize it.”

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unlike all of the other saturdays, where you’re probably swept up in the grand scheme of things (attending formal events, meeting politicians, or shopping like ayato’s wallet depended on it), you’re lounging in ayato’s home office on a calm evening.

the two of you decided to end things a bit earlier today and relax a bit. and by that, you suggested to spend some quality time alone so that you didn’t need to walk anymore. although you prided yourself on stamina and tolerance to soreness, even you couldn’t keep up after just about a week of aggressive men fucking their jealousy into you.

“it was hot today,” ayato mutters lazily as he gently runs his fingers through your hair. your head rests on the plush of his thigh, just as he likes it. “are you sure that you’re comfortable in that turtleneck, love?”

you curl into yourself a little bit more, tugging the collar up. “yes, i’m perfectly fine.”

you’re not fine. you’ve been sweating up a storm underneath your sweater but you were adamant on ending this week with six hickeys instead of seven. your stubbornness refused you the pleasure of ice-cold showers to wash away how your clothes burned you.

he pouts. “are you sure? you look awfully uncomfortable, dear. you can take a shower in my bathroom, if you’d like.” he smiles. “i won’t look, promise.”

you turn to look at him, contemplating. on one hand, you don’t believe anything good will come out of undressing in ayato’s house. you don’t believe his promise, either. if you knew him any better, he’d walk into the shower on the grounds of saving water, where he’d see all the hickeys imbued into your skin. while diluc, childe, and kazuha’s marks were getting a little faded, you doubt you could somehow explain alhaitham and tighnari’s hickeys.

but on the other hand, you’d been in this sweater for a whole day already. and your skin was started to get irritated. you felt gross with all of the sweat you’d accumulated. maybe five minutes wouldn’t hurt.

you smile like there’s nothing to worry about. like you’re an adoring lover. like you’re whoever ayato wants you to be. you reach out to cup his cheek, to which he warmly receives.

“okay. i’ll be back soon.”

he chuckles as you get up from his lap to head to the shower. you had to be quick.

you all but run to the bathroom once you’re out of sight. you head to ayato’s bedroom where some of your clothes are. dresses, lingerie, t-shirts, jeans, shorts, and all other items of clothing he’s ever bought you hang neatly in his closet. you pluck whatever seems practical and make a break for the shower.

you slip off the diamond ring he’d given you months ago. you all but slam it onto the counter, relieved your ring finger can breathe for once.

the quicker you take, the more likely you can shower without incident.

but the moment you’ve stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped secure around your torso, to your horror, the door opens.

“hey, love, i was wondering—”

just before you can close the door shut on him, his eyes connect to the discoloring on your shoulder.

regardless of his discovery, you move to usher him out. but mid-way, your feet are halted in the middle of the bathroom floor. the words are crawling in your mouth. you want to tell him that you’d like to shower in peace, tell it to him teasingly, but you don’t think you can.

that’s not what he wants. that’s not what pays the bills.

you offer a tight-lipped smile. “like what you see?”

he paces towards you, caressing your shoulder. he leans closer to you, examining the color, the shape, the size. “hm, so that’s how they want to play this game,” he whispers, ignoring your question entirely.

his hands gently tug at your towel. he smiles. “won’t you open up for me, love?”

he guides your hands as you drop the towel, revealing alhaitham’s mark.

“hm.” he looks at you as if he’s silently critiquing an art piece. “i see what’s going on here.”

he takes the ring that you left behind on the counter and works to slide it slowly onto your finger again. “you almost forgot to wear the symbol of our love, dear.”

“oh, it must’ve slipped my mind.” it’s like there’s cotton in your mouth. your throat feels dry.

he chuckles at that. “poor thing. my poor lover can be so forgetful.”

his eyes drift down to your chest.

he presses a kiss above your breasts, where your heart is.

“she almost forgets that she’s mine.”

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even if he’s your designated sunday, if you aren’t careful enough, kaeya will create a week full of trouble for you.

when he eats you out, he becomes pussy-drunk. he kisses your lower lips like it’s his prize. his reward for working so hard this week. his tongue runs up your pussy to your clit in a slow, deliberate stroke.

when he reaches your clit, he lets his mouth mold over your nub. he licks at it gently, cherishing it like it’s his only rose on a lonely valentine’s day.

he makes love to you like he’s reached his happily ever after. his lewd slurping overshadows the shuffling of the sheets, your moans. when he dips his tongue into your cunt, he whimpers.

his fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place. even when you’re overstimulated, begging for a break, he won’t let you go. he savors the way you tremble so cutely under his touch. how your cum leaks out of you in small streams after your fifth release. he’s immersed in your cunt, yearns to make out with your lower lips while his nose nudges at your clit.

it’s too much. the feeling of your climax is so overwhelming.

he wants you to feel this euphoria, to remind you of how he feels every time he looks at you.

he wants you so much. so fucking much it hurts him when he can’t see you. when he can’t hold you. when he can’t be with you like a real lover. he needs you like he needs air. he needs to feel you wrapped around him to give him life. to give him purpose.

that’s why when you’re so swept up in the feeling of a constant climax, when your legs feel numb, he gets so carried away.

if you don’t catch him in time, kaeya will leave secretive hickeys along your inner thigh, dangerously close to your folds. he needs the others to know he’s staking his claim.

to know he’s making you feel so good that there’s definitive proof.

at the end of the week, when you see him again after seven days of trying to calm down the jealous storm among your seven sugar daddies, he’ll grin.

it’s that same devious smirk he gives you at candlelight dinners, except it isn’t one to mask his vulnerabilities with charisma and one-liners. it’s one to tell you that he knows exactly what he’s done.

he knows what he wants, and he’s finally had enough of the fucking waiting.

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kxttqi · 8 months ago

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ִֶָ࣪‎‎ ☾. 𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 ｡ || chapter 1 ; ua's hero course

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✶ { content: mha x f!reader / op!reader , canon divergent , angst , slow burn, reader insert }

✶ { !! trigger warnings: none }

✶ { taglist: open }

“y/n? what the hell?”

you turned, eyes locking with the familiar red ones.

of course.

he didn’t know. you had kept it a secret the entire time, conversing for hours on those abandoned swings at the park. aizawa had warned you against wandering too far, from fear that you’d fall into the hands of him again. not after everything he had done to protect you from those clutches. the blond had talked to you about heroes many times, those red eyes glinting as he recounted all might’s famous battles.

then once more when you both were older, when he had mentioned his quirk to you and his oath to beat all might and become number 1. to the outsider, he seemed cocky, arrogant, but to you, it was wondrous, seeing someone with such passion and confidence. at times, it almost seemed he was looking down on you (though you could tell he wasn’t from the way those eyes charted yours). you could’ve mentioned your quirk to him but you didn’t, brushing off his question and hiding behind the simple excuse of quirkless.

the truth is, you were scared. scared of your own power, scared of the blood, scared of the violence. scared that he would feel the same about what you posessed. the first friend you’d ever had, one that didn’t treat you like some helpless stray. you weren’t ready to lose it all, slipping through your fingers just as you had just brushed against it ever so gently.

then there was the entrance exam, which you know he had gotten first place on from none other than aizawa. once again, he couldn’t have known. you had taken the recommendation entrance exam, separate from the normal.

“katsuki…sorry.”

it’s subtle, the way his eyes narrow at your words, the way his jaw muscles tense. then it’s gone, as he slumps into the chair not too far away from where you were standing. he would question you later, no doubt, but katsuki had known it was a sensitive topic; further discussions weren’t to be made under the ears of your new classmates.

it’s how he always was towards you. and you only.

“don’t put your feet on the desk!”

“hah?”

“don’t you think that’s rude to the UA upperclassmen and the people who made the desk?!”

you heard them exchange lines, the purple hair introducing himself as ‘iida tenya’ and katsuki shouting something along the lines of “i’ll crush you, you damn elite!”

it was overwhelming, you realized. that feeling that was hanging around you like a swarm of gnats on a summer day. everyone else seemed so excited for their first day, i mean, it’s the hero course in UA. but you knew it deep down.

this wasn’t right.

“alright, it took eight seconds before you were quiet. time is limited. you kids aren’t rational enough.” you blinked, eyes flickering to the figure that you knew so well.

“i’m your homeroom teacher, shouta aizawa. nice to meet you. it’s sudden, but put this on and go out onto the field.”

you watched as aizawa pulled out a blue track suit from his sleeping bag. chairs scraped against the floor as everyone stood, a flurry of motion and chatter filling the room. you gathered your things slowly, trying to steady your breathing. just as you were about to step into the throng of students, aizawa’s voice cut through the noise.

“y/n,” he called, his tone calm but firm.

you paused, turning to see him watching you with that familiar, unreadable gaze. the other students flowed around you, heading for the door, but aizawa’s eyes held yours, rooting you to the spot. he walked over and placed a steady hand on your shoulder.

“i know you’re nervous. but don’t forget our training. don’t forget why i recommended you for this course; believe in yourself. if at any point it becomes unsafe, i’ll intervene.”

he withdrew his hand and made his way out the door.

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lets-get-kraken-boys · 3 months ago

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Echoes of a Past Slayer — Demon Slayer Various X Reader

Demon Slayer X Reader Masterlist

Status: Ongoing

˚⋅˖* ⊱❀⊰ *˖⋅˚ Summary ˚⋅˖* ⊱❀⊰ *˖⋅˚

An unrelenting sense of duty in the pursuit of honor is what brought you to where you are. Caught in the crossfire of a cruel, unforgiving line of work, and the hefty weight of protecting the peace and saving lives. A fate where your end is set in stone to save others, but not yourself. You vowed to take charge of your destiny, to never be caught unawares or unprepared for the worst ever again.

Though, you hadn't expected to stumble across a boy harboring his demonic sister like a fugitive on the run. Accompanying these siblings would no doubt bring about a perilous journey, but the curiosity of discovering what lies beyond their sorrow-filled gazes wound tightly around you and wouldn't let go.

It was too late to even comprehend the idea of "choosing one's destiny" as that is something that is not possible. Fate had chosen you the moment you locked eyes with the siblings.

A glimpse from a long forgotten plane of existence has your mind set. You weren't strong enough to save the ones you loved last time, but you'll make sure you are this time.

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Chapters

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Chapter One — Was It Fate? Or Your Own Stupidity?

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Chapter Two — Just A Hunch

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Chapter Three — ???

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #x reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer various x reader #canon au #everyone x reader #harem x reader #reverse harem x reader #various x reader #masterlist #demon slayer masterlist #kimetsu no gains masterlist

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mypitvlog · 6 months ago

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After a week of being villainess it's starting to get difficult being around the prince, back talks with how they'd be a better princess next to the prince you're getting fed up! And the prince isn't any better.

So when you saw the prince and heroine hanging out more than with you YOU CELEBRATED, CHEERS! Tho the breakup didn't happen immediately?

Being a woman with riches OF HER OWN meant you could blow it all and still have plenty but you opted to help the people who weren't so materialistic, and hey they didn't back stab you yet.

You've always made sure villainess's personal knight didn't see your passion project. You wanted to stay away from the plot as far as possible and sir knight as loyal with handsome as he is he still chose the heroine even tho the villainess choose good

While out relaxing a kid bumps into you, you recognize the kiddy to be the Dukes missing son. You asked a village girl to take care of the boy and bring him back to Duke Evlot estate ehem heem which was near.

Now the villainess you didn't have friends and being quite bad at making any you opted out trying hobbies you always wanted to do but didn't have time for in your previous life because of social media distractions. Now! Languages wouldn't be useful since travelling around the globe isn't a thing in the past. Singing but people are into Oprah here...... Writing BAM ITS A HIT tho hard but you can stay up as late as you like since you don't have anything to do tomorrow

You were sick as a wet stick oneday not enough sleep bites you back I guess. Huh you have a visitor? Who? He's claiming to be your childhood friend I guess so... You play along, you see you were hit pretty hard in the head before you reincarnated so he couldn't blame you even if he wished. He's talking about how his parents miss you being around and you nod along Gezz this is getting awkward you don't recognize this guy either..

Finally I wanted to make Something just like this! And it's here envisioned and written PRAISE ME AHAHHAHAJAJK

“ψ(｀∇´)ψ and I'm very proud that I didn't write any dialog as everyone will have different thoughts=different delulu

#reverse harem x reader #villainess au #reverse harem x villainess reader #help what is this category?#reincarnated villainess

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miraathegreat · 3 months ago

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Can we talk about how a lot of reverse harem are only white dudes or just anime men that all look the same? Its honestly getting annoying ngl and every single story is the same like I want something deferent if your ganna give me 10 lovers or some shit like that give me deferent guys not all copy and paste and yk what else bugs me? making the darker skinned characters either evil or act really angry or there some kind of animal its honestly getting annoying I understand yall have something against darker skinned people but to this extent its honestly crazy

#webtoon #reverse harem #x reader #reverse harem x reader #webtoon x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #webtoons

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goatsayshello · 5 months ago

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i made a fan club for @sunnypopoki cause not everyone can get on their discord server cause it’s 15+ there and not everyone has discord

if you don’t know who they are it’s a yandere author online who makes good content and i suggest reading it

join if you want to talk about popoki and works

#sunnypopokifanclub

popoki if you see this know i am a big fan

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cinnamorollcrybaby · 2 months ago

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Texting the LADS guys, but it’s why choose 6

Tags: LADS men x fem!Reader, mfmmmm, smau, why choose, polycule, undefined relationships, some canon some not canon stuff, jokes about suicide, astra mentioned, cursing, alcohol use, nsfw, mdni

An: the girlies are finally letting caleb have a break

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taglist: @sugurugetoshairbrush @theuniversesnepobaby @bimbohkitty @yourname-exee

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silken-moonlight · 5 months ago

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Hear me out: Reverse Harem Dragon Boyfriends.

Because of changes in time, many dragons live in packs or hordes, mostly numbering two to six dragons per group.

Let's say you're the cute, slightly dorky assistant in a small antique jewelry shop. You immediately catch the eye of one dragon from a specific group. He tells the others about you, even bringing them to see you.

There are three of them, three different dragons who lived together happily, and now they all would like a piece of you. Prepare for trouble, prepare for chaos...and being absolutely overstuffed and filled to the brim with...oh, you know what...

#monster fucker #monster lover #monster boyfriend #monsterlover #monster bf #monster fuqqer #monster romance #monster kink #monster smut #monster x human #dragon x reader #dragon boyfriend #dragon smut #reverse harem #gn reader #ns/fw #18+ mdni #mdni

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sunnypopoki · 5 months ago

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 ! ! !

𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 | 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐱 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ᴾᴼᴾᴼᴷᴵ

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❝𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲.❞

SYNOPSIS: — Y/N wanted her arranged husband dead. Who could blame her? After she was forced to marry the Grand Duke, she knew that she'd live a miserable life, especially if it meant being tethered to him til the end of her days. So she started to make a plan. A sinister plan to kill him, his close friends, and topple his empire of fame to the ground. If she wasn't allowed to have rights, why should they? But it was easier said than done... because unbeknownst to her, three men would do anything to appease her.

Will be released on Quotev one day! However right now it’s only available on Wattpad.

source for art: pinterest artist: No Charge (rednote illustrator)

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kikyoupdates · 10 months ago

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⭑˚🔮⭑ yandere!jjk x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

00 — prologue 01 — budding friendship 02 — a sudden encounter 03 — set in motion 04 — fateful beginning 05 — anomaly 06 — what lies ahead 07 — moving in 08 — the last member 09 — teacher’s pet 10 — facing the future 11 — on the brink of death 12 — claimed 13 — in mourning 14 — entrusted with a secret 15 — long time no see 16 — memories erased 17 — rude intrusion 18 — someone dearly beloved 19 — a happy day 20 — seize the opportunity 21 — best friends 22 — everyone's favorite 23 — hand in hand 24 — foreboding 25 — cursed place

More chapters are available on Quotev and Ao3!

⊱.⋅follow + post notifications on for story update announcements or join the author's discord!⋅.⊰

🔮 main masterlist ♡ oneshot masterlist

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aninipanin1 · 5 months ago

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BLUE LOCK

MISS MANAGER SENIOR:

Y/n finds herself being the only responsible adult in the famous football facility named Blue Lock. Being the manager, she expected to be the one to care for the many players in the facility, but what she did not expect is the fact that her workload would also involve professional players chasing after her too.

Fem!Reader x Adult!BLLK!Characters

• WHO'S THE PRETTY GIRL?

• EW, VEGETABLES...?

● IT'S YOU!

• BLLK PLAYERS HEADCANNON

• DATE WITH WHO?!

• GALA

• MISS RIGHT

• MAMA?!

• ADDITIONAL TIME PT. 2

• BLLK CHARACTERS AS SHOUJO PANELS

• HOW DID YOU TWO MEET?

• STUBBORN

• IN A SHOUJO MANGA

MISS MANAGER JUNIOR:

Considered a genius in many things, Y/n finds herself working in the hottest project in Japan to date, the Football Project named Blue Lock as it's players' manager. Along with chores, strategizing, and paperworks, she also has to face something unexpected; the fact that the whole facility adored her.

Fem!Reader x BLLK!Characters

• MISS MANAGER'S MISCELLANEOUS SHENANIGANS

• KICKED TO THE HEAD

• A FAIRYTALE

• MY BUMBLEBEE

• LOST SHEEP

• SUSPECT!

• SPOILED

• CUPID'S ARROW HIT

• STRIKER OF THE HEART AND GAME

• ADDITIONAL TIME

• FLASHBACK

• BLLK CHARACTERS AS SHOUJO PANELS

• WHY HIM?

• NAP TIME

• THAT'S YOUR TYPE?!

• ZOOOO CUTE

OTHERS:

◇ FAIRYTALE FEBRUARY 2025

• EX!PIANIST!SAE X VIOLINIST READER (Drabble)

• SAE X READER X KAISER (TRUE BEAUTY AU) [DRABBLE]

■ SUB BLUE LOCK MASTERLIST FOR THEORIES

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

#blue lock #bllk #aninipanin1 #blue lock x manager!reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #reverse harem #reverse harem x reader #manager!reader #blue lock masterlist #Blue Lock players #Master Striker #World 5

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indarius · 1 year ago

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uhmmmm rereading that series again!!!

genshin sugar daddies: leaving hickeys on you

*if you want more yandere genshin sugar daddy content the introduction is here but this can be a standalone read!

tags: nsfw, dark content, afab reader, fingering, dirty-talk, unprotected sex, dub-con, smut smut smut smut smut

you feel it drag up and down your back. crawl into the little dip in your neckline to see what’s underneath your clothes.

so the one time, the one time, kaeya’s crafty attempts to leave hickeys on your folds and inner thighs in the midst of eating you out, diluc catches it.

kaeya’s warning.

the change in his demeanor is undeniable. his heavy gaze flits over to your face. intentful. unaware of the hickey, you’re understandably confused.

if diluc’s seen something, he doesn’t tell you. instead, he internalizes the sight. it’s a warning and a challenge.

mine.

your hold on the sheets tightens.

you hiss when he starts thrusting his fingers into you at rapid speed. desperate. eager to make you spill your affection onto his hands.

“that wasn’t a rhetorical question, sweetheart.”

you can’t help the moan that leaves you as you approach your climax. “y-yes! yes—ah—diluc!”

his grin looks so unlike him. his thumb starts to draw circles on your clit, going quicker and quicker the more you squirm and moan.

“cum on me. do it for me, princess. cum all over my hand. give me all your everything.”

“look how pretty you’ve made me. this is all you, darling.”

he fucks you like it’s he’ll die if he doesn’t. blinded by the mixture of pain and pleasure, you close your eyes and submit to the feeling of overwhelming bliss.

you’re so overwhelmed, that you don’t register how he’s kissing your neck like a man on a mission.

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#yandere x reader #yanderes x reader #yandere reverse harem x reader #yandere male x reader #yandere males x reader #reverse harem x reader #x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin fic #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #kazuha x reader #tighnari x reader #alhaitham x reader #ayato x reader

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kxttqi · 8 months ago

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ִֶָ࣪‎‎ ☾. 𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 ｡ || chapter 2 ; whispers

fic masterlist . previous chapter

✶ { status: ongoing }

✶ { content: mha x f!reader / op!reader , canon divergent , angst , slow burn, reader insert }

✶ { !! trigger warnings: none }

✶ { taglist: open }

“quirk assessment? but…what about the entrance ceremony? the orientation?” you heard a girl with brown hair say.

you watched as aizawa's eyes narrowed, his expression deadpan as he addressed the girl. "if you're going to become a hero, you don't have time for such leisurely events."

"ua's selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are," aizawa continued, his gaze sweeping across the group. "that's also how the teachers run their classes."

you felt the tension in the air ratchet up a notch. the excited chatter from earlier had died down, replaced by an uneasy silence.

aizawa outlined the different activities - the 50-meter dash, grip strength, and long jump.

"alright, let's start with the ball throw," aizawa said, handing you a softball. "y/n, you're up first. show us what you can do."

stepping forward, you gripped the smooth ball in your palm. closing your eyes for a moment, you steadied your breathing, pushing aside the rising tide of anxiety. when you opened them, your gaze locked with aizawa's, finding a quiet reassurance in his steady expression. you imagined the other students' eyes boring into your back, their expectations a crushing pressure. what if you failed? what if your quirk lashed out, hurting someone?

no, stay calm.

you glanced at the distant treeline, wondering how far you could throw without your quirk. not far enough, surely. not impressive enough for ua. the power inside you stirred, a restless beast pacing its cage. it whispered promises of strength, of greatness, but you knew its true nature. destructive. uncontrollable. dangerous.

your feet felt rooted to the ground, your arm refusing to move. you turned to aizawa, eyes pleading. "aizawa-san…i can’t —"

"oi, y/n!"

katsuki's voice cut through your spiraling thoughts like a knife, sharp and insistent. "what the hell are you doing? stop wasting time and throw the damn ball already!"

you flinched at his harsh tone, but beneath the anger, you caught a flicker of something else in his crimson eyes. it was gone before you could decipher it, replaced by his usual scowl.

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself. closing your eyes, you reached deep within yourself, feeling for that familiar well of energy. it surged to meet you, eager and hungry, but this time you didn't recoil. instead, you embraced it, letting it flow through your veins like molten gold.

you activated your quirk. your skin tingled as the power gathered in your palm, a black veil swirling around the softball. you could feel the weight of it, the dense mass compressed into that tiny sphere. you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding as you realized the ball was still intact, barely touching your palm from the sheer force between, but intact.

with a flick of your wrist, you reversed the gravitational field in your hand. the softball, suddenly released from the crushing force, shot upwards like a rocket, vanishing into the clear blue sky. it hung there for a moment, suspended at the apex of its arc, before plummeting back towards the earth.

the class watched in stunned silence as aizawa held up his phone, the glowing numbers ticking upwards at a dizzying pace. "942.6 meters," he announced, his voice cutting through the hush.

a ripple of shock ran through the students, their eyes wide with disbelief. you stood there, arm still outstretched, hardly daring to move. had you really just done that? the power still thrummed through you, a heady rush of adrenaline and something else, something fierce and exhilarating.

you met aizawa's gaze, seeing the barest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. you allowed yourself to return it.

a second later, the world tilted, the ground rushing up to meet you as your vision swam. your arm felt like lead, the fingers that had gripped the ball tingling with a dull ache. it was like a dam had broken within you. the after-effects of the exertion slammed into you with a vengeance. the anxiety that had clawed at you all morning, the fear of your quirk lashing out, the sheer effort of focusing so much of your strength towards controlling that raw power - it all came crashing down in one debilitating wave.

your head spun, the cheers of your classmates a muffled roar in your ears. panic clawed at your throat, the taste of bile rising in your mouth.

pathetic.

a strong hand gripped your arm, an anchor in the storm that threatened to consume you. you heard aizawa’s voice, so far away. "easy there," he said, his voice low. "you did well. take a seat, catch your breath."

you’re wasting your potential.

but sitting down felt like defeat. you couldn't let them see you like this, weak and trembling. not after you'd just thrown the damn ball further than anyone thought possible. you didn’t even use your power for more than three seconds, at most.

you’re shie hassaikai blood.

you gritted your teeth, pushing back against the insidious whisper.

"i'm fine," you forced out, your voice hoarse. "i can do the next test."

aizawa's brow furrowed. he saw the strain etched on your face. "listen to your body, y/n. recovery girl can—“

you're good for nothing but killing.

"no!" the word ripped from your throat, raw and desperate.

aizawa's gaze held yours. "bakugo. take her inside and make sure she gets some water."

you turned to see katsuki standing there, a scowl etched on his face, but his eyes held a trace of… was it worry?

katsuki didn't wait for another word. he grabbed your arm, surprisingly gentle, and steered you towards the building.

"katsuki," you mumbled, trying to catch your breath. "i can walk myself."

he snorted. "don’t be stupid."

you wanted to argue, but the world tilted again, sending a wave of nausea crashing over you. you bit back a groan, leaning more heavily on his arm.

finally, you reached the cool haven of the building. katsuki pushed open the door and deposited you onto a nearby bench.

he grabbed a paper cup from a nearby dispenser and filled it with water, holding it out to you. you took it gratefully, downing the cool liquid in a single gulp.

"you scared the crap out of me back there," katsuki blurted out, his voice surprisingly quiet.

you raised an eyebrow, surprised by his bluntness. "scared you?"

"yeah," he muttered, looking away. "you looked like you were gonna pass out, or worse."

a small smile tugged at your lips.

"i'm okay now," you assured him, handing the empty cup back. "thanks for the water."

he threw the cup into a nearby trash can before shoving his hands into his pockets, avoiding your gaze. "so," he mumbled, "about that quirk of yours…"

"it's called nihility," you started, voice barely above a whisper. "i can... create these fields of gravitational distortion. it can tear apart anything; erase them.”

"so that's why you were so scared to use it," he finally muttered, eyes fixed on a spot on the floor. a beat of silence, then, "why didn't you tell me?"

the question hung heavy in the air. you thought of the man, his lifeless eyes staring blankly; the violence all caused by your hands…

the words wouldn't form. they choked you, trapped in your throat like a scream waiting to be released.

you traced a circle on the wooden bench, your nails digging into the soft material harder than you intended.

“if you can’t say it, then don’t.” katsuki said roughly. “i’m heading back.”

you pushed yourself off the bench cautiously, a hand clasped tightly on the bench’s wooden edge in case dizziness threatened to take over again.

you looked up to see katsuki hovering by the doorway, a frown etched on his face. "you coming or not?"

hesitantly, you straightened. "yeah, i'm coming." you weren't sure if you were ready to face the others again, the weight of their curious stares, the unspoken questions hanging in the air. but the alternative was staying here alone, lost in your own head, and that wasn't appealing either.

as you walked back outside, the sunlight seemed harsher, the cheers of your classmates grating on your nerves. you tried to blend into the background, keeping your head down, but the whispers followed you like a shadow.

"did you see that throw? it was insane!"

"who is she, anyway?"

"maybe she's a recommended student."

you flinched at the last comment. you weren't sure if you wanted the scrutiny that came with being a recommended student, especially not for a quirk like yours.

“a-are you okay?”

you turned to see a boy with unkempt green hair and freckles running towards you with a distressed expression.

“ your quirk was so cool; i’ve never seen anything like it! i was so worried when you almost collapsed though, is your quirk hard to control? mine is also-”

"give her some space, damn deku. can't you see she's not in the mood for a lecture?" katsuki interjected with that harsh tone of his that you were still not used to.

the freckled boy deflated slightly, his smile dimming. "oh, right, sorry! i didn't mean to pry. i just..."

“no, it’s fine,” you reassured, “you’re midoriya izuku, right?”

"y-yes, that's me! and you're…y/n? l-last name...?"

the question hung in the air, unwelcome.

“just y/n is okay.” you said, forcing a smile.

the next few tests passed in a blur. you went through the motions, your body on autopilot while your mind wrestled with the aftermath of unleashing your quirk. the grip strength test was a joke, the meter straining to display the crushing force in your hand. the long jump… well, let's just say the landing zone needed some serious repairs after your attempt.

you glanced around, taking in the confident expressions of your classmates, the way their eyes gleamed with excitement. this was what they were born for. this was their dream.

people in this world were not born equal. for people like you, some dreams were simply not meant to be chased.

hero course, huh.

what the hell were you even doing here?

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